0 comments/ 84761 views/ 16 favorites Show & Tell By: 2Tango Something I learned not too long ago is just when you think you know your spouse very well; you find something out about them that just blows your mind. I had that happen with my wife, Cindy, not too long ago. I've been married to Cindy for 8 years now and I met her when she was just 24. Cindy is petite, about 5 ft tall, with a cheerleader's athletic body, small pert breasts, brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She is classy, spontaneous and fun loving and she's also a very private person. For example, in all our years together I've never been able to get her to tell me about her sexual experiences with other men. For me, it was always an incredible turn-on to hear a girlfriend tell me sex stories about her with another lover. I found it so exciting, and it was something that only a few former girlfriends had obliged me on. It made for the best foreplay and I always had tremendous orgasms in the sex that followed their confessions! Once or twice, Cindy told me about who she'd slept with before me, but she wouldn't tell me any of the details. It was so disappointing because she's very detail-oriented and remembers the smallest specifics about most any event. But, I think she considered it un-ladylike to discuss her past sexual life, until an incredible evening not long ago. We had invited some good friends, Al and Jennifer, over to our house for dinner. They were long time, fun-loving friends and what we liked about them was that we could talk about anything. In the course of that evening, we drank 3 bottles of red wine that they had brought over. We got totally trashed and all of us were feeling so good and so uninhibited. Absolutely nothing was threatening to talk about in the state of drunken "wonderfulness" we were in and soon enough the topics turned to nudity and sex. Al asked the obligatory skinny-dipping question and all of us chattered about nude swimming and other nude-in-public events from our past, to much laughter. I asked who among us had ever flashed somebody in a public place. Again, all 4 of us had done it at sometime or another; in a grocery store, from a moving car, Jennifer said she had even done it in a crowded college library while a boyfriend took her picture. Then Al upped the ante and asked us each to recount the best sexual experience we had ever had. I confessed that mine was a terrific blowjob from a girlfriend in my parent's den one afternoon while they were upstairs. Jennifer said that she had spontaneous sex on her desk with a colleague when she was a college intern. We all laughed hard at that one. Al challenged Cindy to tell her about the most memorable sex she ever had outside of me. I'll give it to Al that he loved controversy and I couldn't wait to hear what Cindy would say. She started; "When I was 23, I worked for a guy who had formerly been a professional masseuse. Well one day he gave me a great massage and this led to that and I ended up sleeping with him." Al said "So, what was so memorable about that? Cindy was silent for a moment and took a sip of wine. Then she replied in a very matter of fact voice "Well...he, uh, had the biggest dick I'd ever seen..." There was loud laughter from Al and Jennifer. I was blown away, I had never heard this story and I was inwardly dying to hear about it. Even as I was laughing, my mind was racing as I tried to play detective with what she had said moments ago. She'd had several jobs in her twenties. Which boss was this and when did it happen? Al went to get some more wine from the fridge and Jennifer followed him. When they came out they told us that they were going to go right home and act out a few fantasies that involved handcuffs, again to much laughter from all of us After Al and Jennifer left, it was just Cindy and I sitting on the couch in our den and we were feeling so good from the wine and a really warm glow pervaded between us. Needless to say, I wanted to hear much, much more about this while Cindy's inhibitions were down. It was hard to hide how excited I was and it felt like my heartbeat was the loudest sound in the room So, nervously, I reopened the discussion with the most non-threatening line I could think of: "So, tell me about this incredible sex you had....who was the guy?" I wish I had thought of something a little less direct but, to my surprise, Cindy looked at me from across the couch and replied in a matter-of-fact but calm voice "It was Ron, you remember him?" "You mean the insurance guy you worked for when you were just out of college? "Yeah...that's the guy", she said I sure did remember him. Cindy worked for him during the first year we were dating. Ron was a divorced guy in his 30s with a couple of kids. Sometimes she played tennis with him and it was something I didn't mind since I didn't play. He was tall, nice-looking and athletic but I never got the vibes that Cindy was anything other than his employee and sometime tennis partner... I guess I was wrong about that. So I pressed on, hoping she would answer me and not clam up "When did this, uh, event happen, and were we dating then?" She made eye contact and then looked away. "Well, you were in the picture but it was the summer when we had just started dating...we weren't "exclusive" yet, remember? It happened in July, I think, over that weekend you went deep-sea fishing with your friends. Anyway, Ron and I had played tennis that morning and my roommates and I were throwing a party at our house that afternoon so I invited him. The party got going right after we came back from our tennis game so Ron just hung out and drank some beers. "So you hooked up with him at the party." I said, "How did it happen?" "Well, it wasn't like I was really attracted to him or anything...we were just standing around talking and somehow we got on the topic of what we all did over summers during College. Ron told us that he worked in a health spa at a Country Club during college summers so he could get free tennis lessons from the pro. He also learned massage from the club masseuse and became very good at it, he said, so he was eventually added to the staff as a full-fledged masseuse. Ron said he made great money that summer by giving massages to club members, both men and women" "And so...he offered to give you a massage?" I interjected. Cindy laughed, "No, it was the other way around!! I asked him if he would give me one. I always loved massages and my girlfriend and I used to give each other massages in college that sometimes lasted for an hour. I was fascinated that Ron had been a masseuse, so half-jokingly, I told him that anytime that he wanted to give me one, I was up for it!" Then he said; "Sure, how about now?" "I had a great buzz on from the party and I thought, why not? I knew it'd make me feel great after the morning's tennis workout. It was still early afternoon and most of the partygoers were out in the back yard so the house was pretty much empty. We agreed that we'd go inside and he would give me a massage and then we'd rejoin the party." She stopped and took a long sip of wine from her glass. I sensed she was nervous but also finding this conversation as exciting as I was. So far, she wasn't holding anything back but I didn't know if she would tell me or even remember the details about her liaison with Ron. I figured the best thing I could do was to continue to seize the moment. As long as I continued to be open and loving in pursuing this, maybe she'd tell me what I wanted to know. The art was in keeping the mood of warmth and acceptance and also pushing her along with the right questions. "What happened next?" I said. "He told me all he needed for this was a bed, a sheet and some lotion. I found a bottle of body lotion and a sheet from the bathroom closet and took Ron upstairs to my bedroom. He stood outside my bedroom and said to get undressed down to my underwear and under the sheet and to let him know when I was ready. So, I stripped down to my bra and panties and lay down on my stomach. I undid my bra strap, pulled the sheet over me and asked Ron to come in." I took a deep breath and asked a very loaded question: "It must have been pretty exciting to be almost naked under that sheet when Ron came in, I mean, it's almost like you were anticipating having sex with him." Cindy smiled coyly and got up from the couch and excused herself. She left the room. I thought, oh shit, I pushed her too hard on this and now I've made her mad. I heard her making some noise out in the kitchen. She came out with another bottle of wine and a large candle and put them down on the coffee table next to the couch. She bent down to fill our glasses and light the candle and turned off the overhead light in the room. So far Cindy hadn't said a word. Standing by the glowing candlelight, she off her top and bra and stepped out of her shorts and panties. She sat down on the couch in front of me and curled her legs underneath her. The nipples on her small breasts were erect. Her fat little pussy lips were visible, as she always shaved herself down to just a small brown patch of pubic hair. Her small, athletic body was as toned and muscular as it was when she was in her early 20s. Cindy's body glistened with a hint of sweat, no doubt generated by our highly sexual conversation. Cindy said; "I just thought it would be more interesting if we continued this discussion naked....so, take your clothes off..." I nodded, realizing that she was in control of this fantasy. God, I was so excited at what might lay ahead tonight. There is nothing in this world more exciting than having your wife nude in front of you and about to reveal her sexual adventures with another man! I took off my shirt and kicked off my jeans and briefs and joined her on the couch. I was already very erect. "You asked me if it was exciting to be being naked under the sheet while Ron was massaging me? Cindy's eyes crinkled with delight and she took a sip of wine. "It was very exciting, I wanted him to admire my body...but I had no idea this would end up where it did when I took off my clothes for the massage" "Tell me about the massage, how did it start?" I asked "He pulled the sheet away from my back and started to massage my shoulders. I guess I had more tension than I thought 'because he spent a lot of time there and it felt wonderful. I felt so relaxed. Then he worked his way down my spine, kneading each little vertebra. All the time, we were talking and I was just enjoying the experience of being touched by a guy who knew how to give a relaxing massage and I didn't realize that it was turning me on." "What did you do to let him know you were turned on?" I asked, sipping my beer and trying not to make this sound like a cross-examination. "I decided to show him what the sheet was hiding but make it look like an accident. So, when he began to massage my legs, I got up on my elbows to sip my beer and my bra stayed on the bed. My breasts were exposed for him to see and he definitely noticed! He tried not to be obvious about it and he kept on with the massage but I could tell he was distracted." I thought to myself "I bet it was exciting for him, massaging his young, nubile and now topless office assistant! I'm sure his dick got rock hard over that, just like mine was." She continued "He massaged my calves and the backs of my thighs while I lay on my stomach. I remember he used his fingertips to press my hamstrings until all the soreness from our tennis game just evaporated. It was a great massage technique. Then he asked me if I'd take off my panties and arrange the sheet so he could do my upper thighs and butt. He was so nonchalant about it and I was feeling wonderful so, I pulled my panties off and threw the sheet on the floor. So, I was completely nude and... I knew what I was doing, I wanted to seduce him." I could imagine what an eyeful she was for him lying nude on the bed. If I were Ron, it would be all I could do to keep on with the massage...I bet all he could think about is how soon he and Cindy would be having wonderful headboard-banging sex... "He worked on my thighs for awhile and the he started caressing... me down there. I rubbed his hand to let him know I liked it. I don't even remember him taking off his clothes but the next thing I knew he was naked on the bed next to me and we were kissing each other and he was exploring my vagina" I remembered that Cindy had babysat his children from time to time. So, it was surreal to imagine her naked in bed with him, his fingers probing her intimate parts, making her female juices flow. "Tell me about his body, what was it like?" I asked. "Ron had a nice body and I knew he did from playing tennis with him. He had muscular arms and a hairy chest, slim legs." she paused and sipped her beer. I think she knew what I wanted to hear but was going to make me ask for it. Maybe she wondered how this would add to my excitement My heart was racing when I said "So...how well-hung was he?" Cindy took a deep breath and continued with her story "When Ron he lay down with me I couldn't see it, but when I felt it rubbing against my body and I could tell it was huge. While we were making out on the bed I reached down and ran my hand over it. It was long and thick with a big head on it. I remember thinking "Wow...I don't know if I can take that thing inside me" My heart was pounding so loud I didn't know what to say, I imagined her kissing him and stroking his long cock. I stammered: "So, what did you do next?" I was masturbating slowly as she replied. "We were groping on the bed and then he started kissing me all over, then he went down on me. After awhile, I let him know I wanted to do the same for him so he lay down and I got on top of him and he switched around so he could continue what he was doing." She looked away again and I could tell this embarrassed her but I was going to get every detail, and I didn't back away. "Go on" I said. "I had never had a really well-endowed lover like Ron before and I couldn't take him in very far. I could tell the 69 we were doing really excited him. I guess he couldn't believe I was sucking his penis." I took a deep breath and asked; "Did he come?" I slid my index finger inside Cindy's wet pussy. "No...Ok, maybe a little bit. I felt him getting so hard and I tasted something. I didn't want it to end like that so I pulled off of him, but..." Cindy continued "I felt him shudder, and then he came all over my breasts." She relaxed a bit "It's funny the things you remember. After he came, I remember lying back on the bed with Ron straddling me, rubbing his big penis all over the sticky mess on my chest. He whispered that this was such a turn on for him. He said, at work, he loved looking at my body and fantasizing about me when he thought I was unaware of his gaze. It was so exciting to hear him say these things and watch him rub his penis on me. So, I confessed that sometimes when we were working I'd wonder what it would be like to go to bed with him. I told him that I would imagine us naked together with my legs wrapped around his back and his penis sliding in and out of me...." It was all I could do to keep from cuming right then, my cock was absolutely throbbing! "So tell me how you made love with him.... what was it like when he entered you?" I said, in as calm a voice as I could manage. "I got on top of him and..." Cindy reached for me and kissed me full on the mouth. She pushed me down on the couch. Straddling me, she reached down for my cock and whispered. "Ron and I were kissing like this, and then I put his cock between my legs...like this." I impaled her with all my length! We fucked furiously, our teeth clenched in effort, genitals bucking and grinding. She bent forward and whispered; "It was so huge; I could hardly push it inside me. We had to try several times, and I screamed out loud when he finally entered me. My window was open and I was sure everyone at the party had heard us and knew that Ron and I were fucking!" Cindy bore down on my cock, matching my every stroke as our pace got faster and faster. Between strokes, Cindy continued her story: "I was on top of him, leaning way back, enjoying that long ride. I thought I was going to burst but, God, it felt so good! " "Tell me more!" I gasped "Tell me what it was like when he came in you?!" Cindy whispered everything I wanted to hear! My heart rate went wild as my wife recounted her intimate moments with another lover. As she shared her secret, I could see myself at the foot of her bed, watching them fuck. Cindy's naked body glistened with sweat as she rode him. Every muscle was taut with effort, her pussy lips stretched amply around the girth of his magnificent organ. With each stroke of his cock, the opening of her sweet orifice contracted to and fro like an aorta of the human heart. Their moans of ecstasy grew louder and louder. Suddenly, Ron's head reared back in orgasm. She embraced him, burying his head in her breasts. His big balls pulsed as he shot waves of hot cum inside her! Cindy moaned in orgasm; "uuuuuhhhhhh!!" She bore down on his thick cock with all her might. Ron's white love juice gushed from her cunt!! Then it was my turn to cum, and what a floor-shaking climax I had! Great globs of sperm spewed out of my cock for what seemed like 10 minutes. When my orgasm finally trailed off, we were completely drenched in cum. I lay there exhausted from the intensity of the sex AND listening to her incredible story. But the story wasn't over! After a short while, Cindy leaned over and said "We got dressed and went out to mingle at the party for a little while, but then Ron had a few drinks and crept back upstairs. We did something I had never done before!" I started to get hard again almost instantly. "What was that?" I said. Cindy took my cock in her hand and kissed me. She whispered; " I let him make love to me in my butt" But that's another story... Show and Tell "Do all you can to instill discipline in the class, Mr. Gibson. I have to warn you, these girls can be very mischievous," Principal Blake warned me at our early morning meeting. I was assigned to be a substitute teacher in an all-girls high school and was told by the principal how the girls in senior high often misbehaved, especially with substitutes At 8am, as I was approaching the classroom I heard the girls giggling and laughing. So I quickly opened the door, entered the room and slammed it shut, hoping to catch what the fuss was all about. As everyone fell silent, I caught one girl slowly walking to her seat from the white board in front of the room. Determined to keep the students under control, I introduced myself without any hint of a smile "Good morning ladies, I'm Mr. Tim Stone and I'll be your substitute teacher for Ms. Kesler's biology class. As you all know, Miss Jill Kesler is on leave because she pre-maturely gave birth to her first baby. Her baby's fine and you should send her some flowers." I heard the girls' sighs and whispers and got the feeling they were happy for their teacher. As I scanned the room, I couldn't believe how pretty the students in this particular class are. Is being cute and pretty a qualification required in this school? Having been informed in such a short notice about the class, I asked them what topic they were supposed to discuss for the day. One of the girls, the type who always seemed to volunteer in class, eagerly raised her hand. With her hands raised up, I couldn't help but notice her ample breasts getting squeezed in her tight white uniform. And before the other girls noticed my staring at her tits, I pointed at her and said "yes, miss...?" "Good morning Mr. Gibson. We're supposed to continue our discussion on the human reproductive system. We just finished the male anatomy yesterday, and I guess we're going to study the female counterpart today," the young lass answered. I noticed a slight movement in my pants as she was speaking. Aside from the subject matter, I realized I was still unconsciously staring at her perky young mounds. She was about 5'4" tall, with 34C breasts, and she looked so cute with the white clips holding her silky black hair to the sides of pretty face The school required that everything the girls wore should be white, except for the pleated blue skirt, which should be about an inch below the knees. As she was fixing her schoolgirl skirt and getting ready to take her seat, I said, "Thank you. and you're miss...?" asking for her name. She lifted her head and looked at me with a sweet innocent smile "Oh, I'm Sharlyn...sir." She then took her seat. This is just great. I'll be talking to these 18-year old girls about the female reproductive system - about their pussy! Thinking about how to start the lesson, I turned towards the white board to erase all that's written on it, probably from the previous day's class. As I reached for the eraser, I heard the students giggling again and realized they had something written and drawn on the board. In bold letters, someone wrote "1. PENIS = DICK 2. BREASTS = ______ 3. VAGINA = ______ 4. INTERCOURSE = _________." And there were even crude illustrations of the male and female genital areas. Remembering Principal Blakes' advice, I turned around and spoke in a firm voice "Alright ladies, who did this?!" I thought it was the cute girl I caught walking to her seat as I entered the room, but I had to be sure. The girls fell silent, their eyes trying to look away from mine, although some were still trying very hard to stop from giggling. So I scanned the room again waiting for an answer. I briefly lost my train of thought as realized that these pretty school girls were waiting for me to teach them a lesson about sex! No time to waste, I thought. "Ok, Miss Sharlyn, can you tell me who did it?" The young nubile froze as I called her name. Her eagerness to answer earlier was replaced by her unwillingness to tell on her friends. She slowly stood up, her skirt slightly clinging to her butt before she pulled on the hem to fix it. "Umm, Mr. Gibson...I...um...I don't know, I wasn't looking...I...I was actually reading my book before you came in." Obviously not telling the truth, I said "alright, if that's how you want it. If you don't tell me who it was, then we will not be having any discussions for today. Instead, I'll be giving you an exam, and I can promise you this, it will be very difficult you'd wish you've given me a name. And it will be all your fault, Sharlyn!" "But Mr. Gibson...I didn't..." Sharlyn protested. "A name, Miss Sharlyn!" I raised my voice. After some hesitation, "Maryanne." Sharlyn whispered. "Excuse me? I think you said something?" I said softly as I came near her, feeling that she was a bit trembling. How easy to make these girls tremble, I thought. "It was Maryanne...sir" she said, almost whispering to my ear. "Thank you, Miss Sharlyn." As I lightly touched her shoulder, indicating she can take her seat, and accidentally feeling her bra strap through her blouse. "Maryanne, will you stand up please?" I said with a commanding tone. Slowly, with a pissed look on her face, the girl I caught earlier stood up on the opposite side of the room. I didn't notice before, but this girl has boobs too big for her small frame. Maryanne's about 5'2" has dark brown Spanish eyes, and her dark brown hair was pulled back by a white ribbon on the back. Although a tad shorter than Sharlyn, she definitely has fuller tits - 35C at the least. Maryanne slowly bowed her head and stared at the floor as I came closer. "And what did you think you were doing, young miss? Didn't you know this school has policies regarding such vulgar language?" "I...I'm sorry sir, Mr. Gibson. I was just..." she confessed, almost teary-eyed. "I thought it was funny." "Oh, funny?" I said, a smile escaping with my words. Actually, I really thought it would be funny to be teaching these girls those kinds of lessons. But of course, I know I shouldn't. Maryanne raised her head and continued to explain "well, I actually thought we should also learn the language boys use outside the school. I mean, guys these days talk about stuff that we girls don't get. And we're like, duh! Well, you're a guy, sir, maybe you can teach us what we actually need to learn." As she was talking, she was looking straight into my eyes, leaning forward, slightly touching my arm with her chest. Some of the girls were starting to giggle again. "Alright..." I said as I pressed my arm harder against Maryanne's body, trying to keep her distance. "I think that's a good idea! Maybe you can help the class learn, Miss Maryanne." Breaking away from her warm body, I held her by the arm and led her to the table up front. I didn't feel any hesitation from her, as if she was too willing to participate. "Would you please sit on my desk, please" She gamely put her hands on the tabletop, and I touched her hip to help her up. There was a hint of a smile and excitement as she sat on my desk and dangled her smooth legs. Her white socks were in stark contrast with the dark blue skirt which was now a little bit hiked up above her knees. "OK, Maryanne, since you're the one who started this, can you fill in the blanks on the board?" I told her. "You sure got the first one right. Can you give me the answer for number 2: BREASTS = ____?" I asked with a quick glance on her full chest. I faced the class and said "now this is a serious lesson pertaining to your sexuality. I don't want to hear any girlish giggles as we go on, or else...Do you understand?" I warned. In unison, the girls replied "yes sir." "ummm...boo...boobies, Mr. Gibson?" Maryanne said softly. "Louder Maryanne, for everyone's information." I demanded. "BOOBIES, Mr. Gibson...sir." she said proudly. I heard some of the girls taking in their breaths as Maryanne spoke. Then I walked behind her, put my lips very close behind her ear and said, "Very good, Maryanne! You seem to have done your home work. Now , for the benefit of the other girls, can you show us your...boobies?" "Excuse me?!" Maryanne protested. "Its 'show 'n tell' Maryanne, I presume you're familiar with the concept?" I said with a slight grin." Or would you rather have me call on the principal and show him your work?" I asked, pointing at her drawings. After what seemed like forever, Maryanne started to untie the blue ribbon on top of her blouse. Then, she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse, starting from the top. As her white lacy bra was exposed, she stopped unbuttoning her top. I could see the white creamy tops of her tits, standing behind her with my head above her shoulder." Go on..." I said. "You're all girls here, it's nothing they haven't seen before." Maryanne then turned her face towards mine, our lips almost touched. As if by instinct, I moved away. She whispered, "can you unhook my bra, Mr. Gibson?" Good thing I was standing behind her because my dick was standing in full attention, trying to get out of my pants. As I slid my hands inside the back of her blouse trying to feel for her bra strap, I could smell her citrus perfume which made me even harder. "Thank you, sir." Maryanne said with a smile, now being more comfortable with her little show and tell. As she faced the class again to take off the cups from her breasts, I looked down her chest and realized my dick wasn't the only one getting excited with this biology class. Her pink nipples were hard as pebbles surrounded by a darker areola. Her tits jiggled as she removed the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts in front of some 25 other teen-aged school girls. Since Maryanne didn't unbutton her blouse completely, I had to pull open the top of her uniform to completely show her tits. The girls on the last row stood up, trying to have a better look. And to my surprise, there was no more giggling. Everyone seemed to be in full attention, as if seeing something for the first time. "These, ladies, are perfect examples of breasts, or boobies. Some may call them tits," I explained. Then I lightly touched her right breast to feel her soft skin. Her tits were so white, pink veins appeared like tiny flows of lava coming from the peak of a volcano. I then circled my index finger around her areolas and pinched her nipples explaining to the girls that they normally get hard when excited. As I was doing this, I noticed Maryanne opening her lips and closing her eyes, as if on the verge of an orgasm. So I quickly stopped and she opened her eyes as if she was begging for more. Thinking I was done with her, Maryanne started pulling her bra to her chest when I siad "Hold it Maryanne, we're not done yet." "What's the answer to number 3. VAGINA = _____?" I looked at her again. "Is it pussy?" Maryanne said soflty. "Louder Miss Maryanne." I quickly replied. "PUSSY, Mr. Gibson." "Will you show us your...pussy? Miss Maryanne?" I asked, but with a commanding tone. After a few seconds of deliberation, she slowly opened up her creamy white legs and inch by inch, pulled the hem of her pleated skirt. From where I was standing, I could see her tits, then her skirt slowly inching up to her thighs. As I was about to see the bottom of her panties covering her cunt, she stopped. Then all the girls started giggling again. I got my book to cover my hard-on, then came on the side of the desk and said "I don't think this is funny girls. You should all appreciate what Maryanne is doing for you...and..." As I scanned the class, I noticed everyone was looking in just one direction....Maryanne's pussy. As I followed their sight, I was stunned to see Maryanne's hairless pussy staring back at me. I almost came in my pants with the sight of her newly shaved panty-less cunt with her schoolgirl skirt still around her waist. Her inner lips were too small, they only peeked a bit through her smooth outer lips. "Why aren't you wearing any panties to school, Maryanne?!" I asked in surprise. "Well, I really, really had to go while on my way to school, but the stupid school bus was too slow and we had to pick the other girls and...so I...I kinda....wet my panties. So I took them off when I got here." Maryanne replied. She was biting her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed. "And where are they now...your panties?" I asked. "Umm...they're in my bag?....you can check if you want." Maryanne said. I quickly obliged, curious to see and smell her wet panties. As I opened her bag, I saw the usual girly stuff - mirror, powder, hair brush, cell phone, a napkin, and at the bottom of the heap, neatly folded inside a clear plastic bag, were her underwear. I pulled it out and as I opened the bag, I got the scent I was expecting. Sweeeet! I thought. Her lacy panties matched the design of her bra, but there was only on problem...they were PINK! "Miss Maryanne, you seem to have violated another school policy here!" I told her as I raised her panties for everyone to see. "What? Always were panties to school? I told you, I got them wet...and..." "Nope, young miss, besides getting caught without panties on...it's because they're...pink!" I said. "Everything that goes with the school uniform must be white. Everything...including underwear!....which reminds me. The principal asked me to give this class a surprise uniform check! Maryanne, just stay there and I'll get back to you." "Principal's orders. Now let me see..." I whispered as I opened my notebook, scanning the checklist. "IDs, blue pleated skirt, 1 inch below the knees. White blouse with blue ribbon. White hair clips or hair bands. White socks and black shoes. No rings and necklaces....and white underwear." At first I went around the room checking each girl for their skirt, blouse, socks and shoes. Everyone complied with the standard uniform. "OK very good girls, now for the last item, I have to check if you're wearing white underwear." I announced. I expected protests and walk-outs, but I only heard whispers and some giggles. So I first checked for their white bras by letting them hold up their blouses and peeking from below. Some girls volunteered to open up some buttons. I was surprised how much different these girls' tits were. Some were very ripe, while others were just starting to pop out. Again, everyone was wearing white bras. "It's good to know everyone is following the rules regarding underwear..." I said with a little disappointment in my voice. "...Oops, but before I forget, the panties...they must be white too. Everyone, lift up your skirts, please? Or you may sit down if that's what makes you comfortable." As I walked up to start at the front, some girls remained standing with their skirts hiked up to their hips, while others sat, still trying to cover themselves. "OK Miss Sharlyn, you may take your seat.." after I lifted her skirt a little higher and saw white lace panties similar to Maryanne's. I tried hard not to grab her pussy which was just inches away from my fingers. Sharlyn smiled at me, proud that she has complied with the school rules and regulations. I was amazed by how exciting this job can get...the girls had all sorts of design for their panties...some had flowers embroidered just above where their clits should be, some were very revealing, some were almost transparent I could see their pubic hair through. And then I came to this girl who was sitting on the last row with her skirt still down. I checked her ID and saw her name was Kate. She was the tallest among the girls, had long straight hair, and cute perky boobs that seemed to have just popped out of her chest. "May I check your panties please...Kate?" I requested, pulling the bottom of her skirt up. Since she was sitting, I could hardly see her panties, so I asked her to lift her butt from the chair so I could get a better look. I asked her to hold her skirt up with both hands and I realized why she was pale and seemed a bit nervous. PINK! "Oh no....they're not white are they?" I asked, trying not to scare her. "Uh, no sir, um...they're pink?...very light pink...almost white actually...with WHITE teddy bears...and..." Kate explained. "I'm so sorry Kate, but rules are rules. I'm gonna have to confiscate those." I said. "Could you take them off please, or would you need a hand with that?" Without waiting for her reply, I kneeled down in front of her and put my hand on her waist, pulling her panties off to her knees with one quick stroke. I was surprised she didn't let go of her skirt, which was still held up to her chest. Complementing her small nubile breasts, I saw that the pubic hair on her mound was rather thin . Light wisps of hair were on her mound, but I was curious if her pussy lips were as bare. Her legs were tightly held together as I was pulling her panties off. Since she was still wearing her shoes, I had to lift her legs up higher to take them off completely. Kate was almost lying on her back with her feet over my shoulders - and she still has her skirt up covering her face. Then I saw what I was looking for...her pussy lips were shaved with soft curly hair growing on its sides. This is just too much! Her panties were on her ankles and just inches in front of my face, and I could smell the aroma of her sweet juices that clinged on her underwear. I let my right hand hold the panties on her ankles tying her feet together, and with a sudden movement, I lightly brushed a finger over her pussy lips. Her hips jerked a bit and I saw some wetness ooze out from between her pink nubile lips. She didn't seem to think that it wasn't accidental, so I did it again in the opposite direction, pretending I was having difficulty taking off her panties. With this second touch, I seem to have scooped some of her wetness into my index finger. Shortly after my finger touched her moist lips, her panties came off her ankles and her feet dropped to the floor, so she probably didn't notice my fingers were playing with her. I took a long hard look at my index finger as a walked back to the front. It was still moist with Kate's wetness and I had to put it to my nose to verify it was really her cunt juices in my hand. It was, and I licked it off my finger before turning around and facing the class again. Sweet schoolgirl wetness! Realizing Kate's panties was still in my right hand, I announced "this, class, is a bad example. You must understand that you should always follow our rules and regulations, whether someone can see it or not. That is why we have these unannounced underwear checks. To see to it that everyone complies with the rules. And as a consequence of your violation, Kate, I would have to check that you're wearing white panties for the next five days, in the faculty room after classes. Is that clear?" Still feeling the wetness on Kates panties, I placed it on the desk beside Maryanne. "Now, where were we, Maryanne?" as I put my hand softly on her left thigh. Seeming a bit bored even with her legs wide open in front of her classmates, Maryanne replied, "I think you were about to talk about my pussy?" "Ah, yes, your pussy. And we are lucky today, since Maryanne seemed to have shaved this morning, we can see more and understand fully, the parts of the female reproductive system." With a sudden movement, I put two fingers on either side of Maryanne's pussy lips to separate them. Maryanne inhaled in surprise. "Now these are her interior lips, everyone's pussy is different. As you can see, Maryanne's are a bit small. They barely peek out of her outer lips when I let go with my fingers....see?" I looked at Maryanne's face and her expression seemed to say she was disappointed I took my fingers off her pussy. So I reached and opened her lips again and explained "Now if we look closely, into her pussy, there's a little button at the upper ends of her interior lips, where they meet. There's usually a hood that covers that nub, which is actually called her clitoris, or clit." As I rubbed it with my other index finger, Maryanne let out an audible moan, and the other girls giggled. "As you probably already know, this is a very sensitive part, and it's usually better to have your fingers wet when you touch it." I licked my finger and put it back to Maryanne's clit. Show and Tell "Her pussy is now showing some obvious signs that she's getting ready for intercourse," I explained. "Can anyone tell me what it is?" "She's getting wet! " a few of the girls volunteered to answer. "Very good! In addition to her pussy juices, you can also see that her breathing is getting deeper, and her nipples are even harder." As I played with her hard pink nipples and increased the pressure on her clit, Maryanne jerked and screamed "Uhhhhh....jeeeez Mr. Gibson....ahhhh.....don't stop.....uhhmmm...I'm cumming...ooooh" Then she froze, as the whole class froze in silence, as if time has stopped. "That, girls, was an orgasm, or what Maryanne meant when she said..." "...I'm cumming." the girls said in unison. "Very good! Now why do I get the feeling you girls know more about this than I do?" I said with a naughty grin. "Now let's continue....:" as I opened up Maryanne's lips again. She must have recovered very quickly as she spread her legs wider as I started to explain. "At the bottom of the vulva, is her vaginal orifice" as I lightly touched the opening. I spread Maryanne's pussy wider and said "and just at the opening of her pussy, as you may call it, is her hymen." I searched for the thin sheath of skin that should've been covering her entrance. I probably kept fondling her pussy for a few minutes when finally, Maryanne whispered "I think I've lost it Mr. Gibson." I was shocked and very disappointed with her statement. I whispered to her the consequence of this discovery "Didn't you know you could get expelled if the school knew you had sex with your boyfriend?" Maryanne whispered back to my ear "I don't have a boyfriend and I haven't done it with anybody yet. I just...you know....use my fingers....sometimes....and a zucchini.....I think that's when I lost it, Mr. Gibson." I let go of her pussy and faced the class to announced "Ok, it seems that something's happened and we can't show you what a hymen looks like. So we'll just have to skip..." Then Maryanne interrupted, tugging my shirt from behind, "I think Sharlyn can show us what a hymen looks like, Mr. Gibson! Right Shar?" Sharlyn's eyes widened in shock at Maryanne's suggestion. There was a huge grin on Maryanne's face as Sharlyn reluctantly went to the front. "You didn't think you could get away that easily, did you Shar?" Maryanne whispered. I asked Maryanne to move to her left so Sharlyn can sit beside her. Although Sharlyn was wearing a frown on her face and seemed to be reluctant to be a part of this, she was actually hiking up her skirt without even any instruction from me. She then dropped her shoes to the floor and took her white panties off in one fluid motion. She placed it over Kate's pink underwear. "Would you open your legs, Miss Sharlyn so we can see your...um hymen?" I asked. She sat there still, as if not hearing a thing and staring straight to the back of the room. So I gently laid my hands on her thighs, and slowly parted her legs, revealing a moist pink pussy with soft curly hair that formed a triangle on her mound. I lifted and bent her knees so her feet rested on the desk, which really exposed her virgin pussy to the whole class. My hands were a bit shaking as I was about to further open her inner lips and reveal her hymen. "Oh my gosh!" I accidentally said aloud. It was actually the first virgin pussy I've ever touched and seen up close. Clearing my throat, I told the class "Um...see the pink sheath of skin covering her vagina? That's Sharlyn's hymen. Amazing, isn't it? It's the best gift you can give a guy...ever. So I would advice that you take good care of it." "How do I know if I still have it?" Kate asked from the back. "Well, you can squat and put a mirror on the floor, or you can ask a friend to check it for you." I replied. Lin-Ay asked to my surprise, "Would you check if mine's still there, Mr. Gibson?" "I'd be glad to Miss Kate. Maybe tomorrow after I check on your panties." I replied. "What's it for?" Sharlyn asked, as she was trying hard to look at her own pussy. Not really knowing the answer to her question, I said "It just tells guys that you haven't done it before, unless you played with toys or vegetables like Maryanne has." "Why do guys call it cherry?" Maryanne inquired. I forgot my dick was as hard as a rock and has now set up a tent inside my pants. "Maryanne, it's because girls usually bleed when their cherries, or hymens are broken the first time they get a dick inside it." "So that's for number four?!" Maryanne exclaimed. I was confused. What the fuck is number four? Then I looked back on the board and remembered: "4. INTERCOURSE = ____." "Ah yes, that's number four. The first time you get to fuck a guy, you would bleed a little. And the pinkish bleeding is what we call cherry. And I have to warn you, it might hurt a bit, but it will be gone pretty soon." I told the other girls. "Can you take Shar's cherry?" Kate said as she and the other girls surrounded the table. "I can't do that girls, I'd be in big trouble." I half-heartedly explained. "I really think you can, Mr. Gibson. And it seems obvious you want to!" Maryanne exclaimed as she rubbed her hand against my raging hard-on. The other girls then started unzipping my pants and in no time, I was standing there with my pants off surrounded by 25 curious schoolgirls, two of them with their legs wide open waiting for me to make my move. "Put inside Shar, Mr. Gibson. Let's see Shar's cherry get popped." Kate cooed. I looked at the door and saw it was locked. "My dick is just too dry, it would really hurt Miss Sharlyn," trying to convince the girls to stop. With that, Maryanne jumped off my desk and squatted on the floor. Grabbing my throbbing hard-on, she put the whole thing inside her mouth. I didn't even have time to react. Sliding forwards and backwards, I could feel Maryanne's tongue gliding under my shaft. In and out, in and out, Maryanne bobbed her head over my dick, while her hand reached down her pussy and rubbed her clit. Maryanne looked up into my eyes and I was about to cum inside her mouth but she suddenly took my dick out of her full lips , stood up and said " there Mr. Gibson, I don't think that would hurt Shar too much." Guiding my hips from behind, Kate led me to where Sharlyn was sitting, still with her legs open. With her white blouse still buttoned to her neck and her blue skirt hiked up to her waist, Sharlyn moved forward to meet my dick. I lightly rubbed my shaft up and down her moist slit, trying to get as much of her wetness into my dick. "Are you sure about this Miss Sharlyn?" giving her one last chance to say no. "Deflower me, Mr. Gibson." With her words, I slowly guided the head of my dick into her moist pussy and stopped when it was met with the expected barrier. She was looking straight into my eyes as I slowly pushed my shaft all the way into her tunnel. "ahhh...." Sharlyn squirmed with her hips, as I broke through her hymen. I felt some additional moisture and warmth as my dick sank deeper into her. We stayed motionless for a couple of seconds, letting her to get used to my shaft shoved to the hilt deep inside her hot pussy, without breaking eye-contact. For a while, I forgot all the other girls staring around us, and it felt like we were all alone. Then, as if by instinct, I pulled out until I could feel the head of my dick almost at the outside of her cunt lips, then pushed back as deep as the first stroke. I did this for a couple of minutes slowly at first, increasing my pace with shorter strokes. I could see in Sharlyn's face that her cheeks were turning pink and her moaning was getting louder and louder. A trickle of sweat started to run down her right temple. A girl next to her held her hand, as if wanting to share in her moment of ecstasy. "oooooh, ummmm, uuh" Sharlyn moaned. "Do you like that Shar? Do you like my dick sliding in and out of your pussy?" I said. Sharlyn didn't reply for a while, then suddenly, "YESSS, YESSS! Ah right there! fuck me Mr. Gibson...fuck my tight pussy. Yeah, cum inside me. oh please don't stop..." I really wanted to pull out, but her legs were already wrapped around my hips. "oh shit! No shit! Ahhh." I screamed as I released and sprayed the insides of her pussy with my white hot cum. "I'm cumming Mr. Gibson...I'm cumming ...ooohhh this feels soooo good... ahhhh" Sharlyn whispered in my ear as I collapsed on top of her. We laid still on the desk, and all the girls were quiet, stunned with what they just saw. As my semi-hard dick slipped out of Sharlyn's newlt deflowered pussy, I noticed some pinkish fluid mixed with my own cum dripping out of her exhausted pussy lips. Maryanne held my dick to wipe off our juices. She then looked at Sharlyn's dripping pussy, scooped some of the dripping cum with her finger, and licked it clean with her tongue. "ummmmm....creampie! OK, my turn Mr. Gibson!" Maryanne said with a smile. Show and Tell My name is Chris and I'm 31 years old. My ex-wife Joy, is 29. We were married for 4 years and I thought we had a good marriage, but was I ever mistaken. Joy had a novel way of breaking the news to me. It was Saturday and I was going to play tennis with 3 of my friends. We had a court reserved from 1:00pm-3:00pm. At noon, I got my equipment together and told Joy I was leaving and should be back around 3:30pm. She said she had something she wanted to tell me when I got back. I asked what it was and she said, "Actually, it might be better to show you while I explain. But, don't worry about it now, go enjoy your game. We'll deal with it when you get home. You better go or you'll be late." So, I left. My partner and I won 2 out of 3, which was very good for me. The truth is he carried me, but a win is a win. I drove home and was excited to tell Joy how well I played. I came in the house and didn't see her in the den or kitchen. I called out and she said she was in the bedroom. I told her I would be right there. I put my stuff away and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator. As I headed for the bedroom I said, "You won't believe how well ..." I froze in mid-sentence. Joy and another man were in our bed and she was giving him a very energetic blowjob. This guy was huge, at least 9 inches long. I yelled, "What's going on?" Joy stopped sucking his dick and said, "Hi honey. This is Kevin, Kevin this is my soon to be ex-husband, Chris." He actually extended his hand for me to shake. Reflex almost had me reaching for it, but I didn't. Joy said, " I'm really sorry to tell you this way, but I think you'll see that it's really for the best." She swung around and straddled his cock. She slowly impaled herself on it until she hit bottom and began riding it. She said, "I'm divorcing you, for reasons that must be obvious." She rode him a few more minutes, then got on her hands and knees and he began fucking her from behind. She said, "I don't hate you Chris, I just don't love you anymore. I want out of this marriage now!" She was moaning loudly and it was getting difficult for her to talk. He grunted and came and came and came. This triggered Joy and she screamed as her orgasm took her. When they finished, she sat back on the bed with her legs spread wide open so I could see her puffy, red pussy lips. Cum was oozing out of her. She put 2 fingers into her pussy and scooped out some of his cum. Then she licked her fingers clean. She said, "If I just told you I wanted a divorce, you would want to talk about it, maybe try to change my mind, or want us to go to counseling. I don't want that. I just want this marriage to end. By doing it this way, I hope you are so hurt and humiliated, that you'll agree to the divorce and be rid of me." They started to get dressed. " I know you have questions, so let me try to answer them upfront. I met Kevin in the grocery store, of all places." Kevin added proudly, "I'm the Assistant Produce Manager." Joy rolled her eyes and said, "He's really very sweet and I love him. He's a little slow, but he has one huge asset. I was faithful to you for the first 2 years of our marriage. Then, I started cheating on you, no real reason. I was bored and wanted more sex, but not necessarily with you. I had 3 long-term affairs and numerous one-night stands. I can't believe you never suspected anything. You really are too trusting for your own good. They were all good, just not good enough to leave you for, until now." As she stood there, cum was running down her leg. She reached down and wiped it off with her hand, then licked her hand clean. She went to the closet and came back with her suitcase. She said, "I've talked to my lawyer and the papers are ready to sign. We have no kids and the house is leased month to month, so you can stay or move out. We'll split the checking and savings accounts. I get my car and you get yours. There isn't much here I want, but we can divide the possessions. If you don't contest the divorce and sign by Tuesday, I'll pay the lawyer fees and court costs." "Don't blame yourself, you didn't do anything wrong. I simply stopped loving you, if I ever really did, and I just want out. I'll be at Kevin's. Call me on Tuesday with your decision." She kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye. Kevin picked up her siutcase and they headed to the door. Kevin said, "Goodbye, it was nice to meet you." Joy cracked up as they left. I was dumbfounded. I had no clue, none. As I thought about it over the weekend, I realized she was right. I was hurt and completely humiliated. Nothing kills the love and romance like having your wife tell you she doesn't love you anymore and wants a divorce, while her new lover is pounding his 9-inch dick into her pussy in front of you. I called her Monday and agreed to sign. When I told my coworkers I was getting a divorce, they were very supportive. I neglected to provide all the details. It was just too humiliating. I just said she didn't love me anymore and found someone she did. Some tried to set me up on blind dates. I went on a few, but I just wasn't ready to play the dating game yet. One day Lisa came by my office and said, "I'm sorry to hear about your marriage. From personal experience, I know it's tough, but you'll get through it." I thanked her and she left. I've known Lisa for several years. She works in another department, but we often work together on overlapping projects. She's always quiet, but definitely on her game. She's very nice looking, dresses very professionally and just now, I noticed that she has a very nice ass. We have only talked to each other about work, never anything personal. I wondered why I hadn't noticed her before. Six weeks later, I got a call from Joy's lawyer. We were officially divorced and true to her word, she paid for everything. I told my coworkers my divorce was final. They congratulated me and said since it was Friday, we all should go out after work to celebrate. I thanked them but said I wasn't up to it. They went without me. I was working a little late and Lisa walked by. She said, "I thought you all were going drinking to celebrate your divorce." I said, "They are, I'm not. The end of my marriage is really nothing to celebrate. It's like celebrating a failure." She said, "I know it's difficult. It's one of those trials in life you just have to get through." I told her she was probably right. She said, "Don't stay too late and try to enjoy the weekend." She started to leave and out of nowhere, I asked, "Do you have plans for tonight? I don't want to celebrate, but I would really enjoy some company. I just don't want to go home and eat take out." She started to say something. I could see her mouth forming the word "No". Then she stopped and thought for a second. She said, "Give me a minute, I'll be right back. She left, heading for her office. She came back in about 5 minutes and said, "Where do you want to go?" I said, "You mean you'll go to dinner with me?" She smiled and nodded. I packed my briefcase and we headed for my car. I took her to a nice Italian restaurant. We ordered and got a bottle of wine. We began talking and I tried to steer the conversation away from work. I wanted to learn about her. She briefly told me about her childhood, family, collage, etc. I filled her in on the basics of my life. As we talked, it seemed like we had known each other forever. She put me at ease and I felt comfortable talking about anything. She brought up the subject of her marriage. She told me she had been married for 5 years when she found out that her husband was cheating on her. At first, she agreed to try to work through it. But, when his girlfriend turned up pregnant, that was it. Her divorce was final a year ago. I started telling her my story. I said, " I've told everyone that my divorce was because my ex-wife didn't love me anymore and that she found someone she did. That's true, but it's not the whole story. I was too embarrassed and humiliated to tell anyone." I told her everything. I cleaned it up a little so it was R-rated, instead of X-rated. Then I said, "You're the only person I've told. Please don't tell anyone. I would just die of embarrassment." She looked very upset and said, "I can't believe anyone could be that cruel. I'm very sorry and I hope you don't think all women are like that. I'm certainly not." I thanked her. She said, "Don't worry. I'll never tell anyone." It was almost 11:00pm. I looked around and we were the only ones left in the restaurant. As we walked back to the car, I took her hand. She smiled and let me. We went back to work to get her car. She told me she enjoyed the evening. She kissed me on my cheek and got out. I got out and followed her to her car and asked, "Would you like to go out tomorrow?" She said, "I can't. I broke a date tonight and I can't stand him up again." I started apologizing and said, "I didn't know you had a date. You should've just told me "No". I should have known a woman as lovely as you would have a boyfriend. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interfere." She put her hand over my mouth and said, "It's OK. He's just an old friend. Ask me another time." Then she lightly kissed me again, on my mouth and left. I just stood there for at least 5 minutes before I got I in my car and left. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way. I felt like a teenager on his first date and that was my first kiss. At work, I went by her office as often as I could and we went to lunch almost every day. I was really enjoying her company. On Thursday I asked, "Would you like to go out Friday or Saturday?" She asked, " Which day?" After thinking a few seconds I asked hesitantly, "Both?" She laughed and said, "OK. But I have to work Saturday until noon on a project that's due, so whatever we do can't run late." Friday, we met after work and went to dinner. I let her pick the restaurant and we went to her favorite Chinese place. We talked and laughed while we ate. As I looked at her, I realized how beautiful a woman she was. Not just physically, but everything about her. These feelings caused a stirring in my dick, but I kept it under control. It was time to take her back to her car. When we arrived she thanked me for the dinner and asked me what I had planned for tomorrow. I asked, "Do you like to listen to music and dance? I know a place that plays a variety of music, nothing loud or overbearing. You can actually carry on a conversation there." She said that would be great. She gave me her address and I told her I would pick her up at 6:00pm. She said that was fine. She thanked me again for the nice evening and leaned over to kiss me. It wasn't a short peck on the lips, like before. She put her mouth on mine and opened her lips a little, letting the tip of her tongue touch my lips. I reached to pull her close and she responded with a passionate kiss and embrace. We made out like teenagers for several minutes. She pulled back and said, "Nice, but I better go so I can get up for work." She got out and left. I sat there with a grin on my face. I had fallen in lust with her and I began to think it might be love. Saturday evening I went to her house. She answered, but only cracked open the door, saying she wasn't finished getting dressed. She said to wait a minute so she could get back to her bedroom, then to come in and wait in the den. She said to help myself to a drink in the refrigerator, if I wanted. I waited a minute or so, then went in. I found the den and sat down. After about 15 minutes, she came out. She was stunning. I told her how beautiful she looked. I was smiling and couldn't take my eyes off her. She finally brought me out of it when she said we better go or we would be late. After dinner, we made our way to the club. She immediately said she liked the atmosphere. We got a table near the back and ordered drinks. We listened to the music and talked. They played a slow song and I asked her to dance. We held each other close as we danced. I can't describe the feelings I was experiencing. I wanted to hold her in my arms all night. When the song finished, I kissed her passionately. She said it was wonderful. We danced several more songs, some fast, some slow, before we sat down and ordered another drink. I moved the chairs around so I could put my arm around her. After we rested for a while, we danced some more. We were enjoying each other, at least I was. I hoped she was too. We danced and talked for hours. The band announced that this was the last song and played a slow, romantic song. I held her close and she put her head on my shoulder. I couldn't have felt any better. When it finished, we kissed again. I took her home and she asked if I wanted to come in. I accepted. She got each of us a drink and we sat on the couch. I told her I couldn't remember having a nicer evening. She said it had been a long time for her too. I leaned to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around me. We held each other and kissed passionately. I caressed her face and hair. We both were breathing hard. I stopped and said, "Maybe I better go now, before we do something we may not be ready for." She smiled and after a few seconds said, "I'm ready." She stood up and took my hand, pulling me with her to her bedroom. I had goosebumps and was actually shivering in anticipation. We started undressing each other. We were down to our underwear and I was hard. I know she could feel me as we embraced. I unhooked her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts were perfect. Her nipples were hard and I kissed them, running my tongue over them and lightly sucking them. I went back and forth, caressing one then the other. I slowly kissed down her body and removed her panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and I kissed her all over. Her knees weakened and we laid down on the bed. I began licking and sucking her pussy, my tongue darting into her. She was moaning and breathing hard. Soon, her body stiffened and she started to climax. She cried out in pleasure with every contraction. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up and gave her soft kisses on her face and mouth. She said, " That was wonderful. It's never been this good." We held each other for several minutes and then she said it was my turn. She slowly kissed down my body. She licked and sucked my nipples. Joy had never done that; in fact no woman had ever done that. The feeling was electric. Then she moved down and pulled off my underwear, freeing my dick. It was stiff and standing straight up. She kissed all around it, but didn't touch it. She kissed and licked my balls, fondling them in her hand, but still avoided my dick. She finally took it in her hand and began licking the head and up and down my shaft. Finally, she took me into her mouth and went deeper and deeper, until she was at the base of my dick. Then, she began pumping up and down the entire length. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I moaned, telling her how great it felt. I couldn't take much more and told her I was going to cum if she didn't stop. She ignored me and pumped and sucked even faster. My body tensed and I began to cum in her mouth. My orgasm seemed to last forever. As it subsided, she slowed and finally stopped. She smiled as she swallowed my cum. I couldn't believe what just happened. She moved up next to me and held me tightly. I said, "It has never been like this before. Thank you." She smiled and kissed me. We held each other and dozed off. I awoke, about 45 minutes later, to Lisa licking and sucking me. When she had me hard, she looked at me and said, " Please, make love to me now." I moved on top of her. She spread her legs and rolled her hips upward. I lowered myself, placing my dick at the opening of her pussy. She said, "Now, give yourself to me, now." I slowly entered her and slid right in. The sensation was wonderful. She moaned as I bottomed out in her. We passionately kissed as I began slowly moving in and out of her. I hadn't really made love to a woman in a very long time. Joy wasn't interested in making love. She just wanted to fuck. I was relishing the feelings I was experiencing. As I increased my speed, Lisa responded by pushing up as I pushed down. We moved faster and faster and our moans became louder. Her body tensed as her orgasm began. I could feel her muscles contract around my dick. After a few more strokes, I came as well. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Each contraction pumped more of my cum into her pussy, filling it to overflowing. When we finished, I rolled off next to her and held her tightly. This time we slept until morning. When I woke up and opened my eyes, Lisa was quietly looking at me. I smiled and said, "Good morning" and kissed her. She smiled and said. "It certainly is." We cuddled for a few minutes, then got up and got dressed. I helped her make breakfast and we ate, not saying much. When we finished and cleaned up, I said, "Lisa, last night was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. It was absolutely wonderful for me and I hope it was for you too." She nodded. Then without thinking, I said, " I think I'm falling in love with you." She gave me an odd and surprised look. I knew it. I went too fast. I blew it. I said, "I'm sorry. I'm pushing too fast. I didn't ..." She stopped me by again, putting her hand over my mouth saying, " Stop. I feel the same way. I think I may be falling in love with you too." We hugged and held each other tightly. Finally, after a few minutes, she took my hand and led me back to her bedroom. Show and Tell The instructions were quite simple. Write one paragraph describing your lover and the unique passion you have for them. When faced with that challenge, lots of people choose to just chicken out. Just the thought of expressing their emotions is uncomfortable for a great many individuals, especially if they've never thought too much about them before and especially if they have to write them down and share their feelings with the world. Others, convinced that the challenge is easy, approach the task with an unsophisticated, cliché effort. This particular challenge was neither about Hallmark poetry nor vulgarity. In order to accomplish this task, one has to be articulate, sincere, introspective, and in touch with their sensuality. Roger Gilford was all those things. Ellen Ward, the lovely lady who was the object of Roger's affection and desire stared at her phone, mildly amused and a bit confused at the cryptic, midday text she got from her lover. "Babe, we won!" "That's wonderful, sweetie. What exactly did we win," she responded? In all of his excitement, Roger had left out a few key details in his text. Actually, he'd left out all the details. He had entered them into a contest for an all expenses paid trip to the beautiful island of Turks and Caicos for the first annual AfroerotiK Sensuality and Intimacy Retreat and his entry was the winner. Wanting it to be a surprise, he had kept the secret, not sure of their chances and wanting it to be a total surprise on the slim chance that they actually won. He picked up the phone and called her to fill her in on all the details. There was just too much to share via text. "There is but one Ebony Goddess who completes me. I can merely gaze upon her naked, sleeping form and I'm humbled by her beauty, grace, and splendor. Her gentle breathing is like music to my ears knowing that it was my sex that allowed her to drift off to such a heavenly, peaceful slumber. I know without a doubt that I was created for her and her for me. Her gentle touch strokes me to hardness, her mouth envelops me and the softness of her lips paints pleasure on my hard shaft like I've never known before. The soft, round curve of her chocolate ass is the perfect pillow for me to lay my weary head. In fact, her ass holds my gaze captive as she walks away from me and my heart aches until I know I will see her face again, the distance between us only fueling our passion for one another. Her hard nipples are like magnets for my mouth. It is most certainly her sweet, hot, wet, tight center, that place between her legs, which enslaves me and holds me captive. Her taste drives me insane with lust. It is her slippery, sticky, sweet juices that intoxicate me. She is my divine right partner and it is most decidedly her delicious sex, soft and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but release my very essence into the depths of her soul." Roger held his breath. He had never spoken the words he had written about Ellen aloud before and he waited anxiously for some response from her on the other end of the phone. Words stuck in her throat. Actually, tears formed in her eyes. She was beyond speechless that the man she loved so desperately, so completely would actually say anything like that, let alone tell the world that's how he felt about her. The fact that those words had won a trip for them to an island paradise was secondary to the pure joy and love she felt at him sharing his prose with her. Everything was set. Roger and Ellen were to fly to Miami with a short layover and head off to the beautiful resort of Amanyara on the island of Providenciales in Turks and Caicos in the British West Indies. The entire five day, four night trip was to be an experience in sensuality. Fourteen other couples were going to be in attendance as well. It was a clothing-optional weekend for swingers, exhibitionists, and couples who were looking to reignite the fires of passion in their lives. From the minute they stepped foot on the island, they were in awe of the vibration of sensuality that seemed to permeate the very air. Everything seemed sexy: the food, the warm ocean water, the scents, and the sounds; everything seemed to be pulsating with eroticism. The white, warm sand beaches and tropical, balmy breezes were certainly a stark contrast to the dreary winter weather of New Hampshire and represented the perfect getaway for the couple. The villa they were staying is was nothing less than remarkable. It was like something out of a dream. While they had their own bedroom, they shared the villa with four other couples who were all attractive and sexy and looking to create some remarkable sensual memories themselves. There were chefs on hand to make gourmet meals night and day, a masseuse was on there at the mere snap of the fingers to rub away any tension or stress one might possibly have, and workshops, if you could call them that, were scheduled around the clock for couples to explore oral sex, mutual masturbation, techniques on tantric yoga, and multi-orgasmic sex. More than workshops, they were opportunities for couples to have wild, uninhibited, fantastic sex in full view of anyone who wanted to watch. The sexual tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Everywhere you looked, there were brown couples, comfortable with their sexuality, exploring each other in deliciously AfroerotiK ways. Roger and Ellen were certainly to be included in those ranks. They didn't let too many opportunities to express their love and passion for one another in front of others go by. Because the villas were so secluded on the island, they could have sex virtually anywhere their little hearts desired. There were infinity pools, cabanas, and gorgeous white beaches all far from the prying eyes of people uncomfortable with open displays of sensuality. There was a freedom there, an openness that was more liberating that just going to a swing club. At breakfast, Roger thought nothing of laying Ellen down on some pillows and placing exotic fruit all over her body and eating it off seductively while others got into the scene and started pairing off and employing some of the same techniques. At night, there was no reason to close a bedroom door. If they were having sex, anyone could come in and watch and float in and out at will. Everywhere you turned, people were having sex. Couples stopped to watch and before anyone knew what was going on, it would inspire others to start making love right then and there. Everyone was comfortable exploring without fear or shame. Sharing wasn't a requirement but it was certainly frowned upon either. And because AfroerotiK promotes such openness, gender wasn't really an issue when it came to experiencing the sensuality of the retreat. Women were free to explore with other women as well as men experimenting and exploring with other men without guilt, shame, or fear. Partners could swap and invite others to join them with the full knowledge that all that mattered was pleasure, sensuality, and fun. The final evening of the retreat had a blow-out bash planned. The lilting rhythms of reggae and salsa music filled the air. Congas pounded out a driving, sensual beat in the background. The aromas of amazing food filled the air and fruity drinks with incredibly strong, dark rum flowed freely. Everyone was dressed in their sexiest Caribbean attire; the ladies more revealing, the men casual yet chic. Ellen's pussy had not stopped throbbing with anticipation and lust for the entire four days they had been there and she was even more aroused on their final night. She had been constantly wet and aroused and Roger had been moments away from a full erection at any given moment. Tents had been erected on the beach with billowing white sheer curtains flowing in the moonlit night air. Round beds with satin sheets and down-filled pillows in luxurious colors of red, gold, saffron, and amber were placed strategically around. The stage was set for some serious fucking. Everyone danced and ate and drank and socialized until the tension was at a frenzied high. Finally, needing to break the ice and get the real party started, Roger led Ellen to the very middle of the tent, the full moon lighting their way. Turning her back to him, he began kissing his way down her neck, causing her to throw her head back and revel in the sensations. His hands found her breasts and cupped and massaged them through the sensual material of her dress. He undid the ties that held up her top and exposed her. The entire crowd circled around them, watching breathlessly. He began massaging her nipples and stroking and gently pulling them. The watching eyes of others, witnessing their love and passion was enough to set Ellen on fire. She slid out of her dress and climbed seductively onto the bed. Others gathered around. Roger slowly, methodically undid the buttons on his shirt and let his pants fall to the ground and stepped out of them. He positioned himself between her legs and decided to make a feast of her punany. Pushing her legs back, he softly licked and sucked her clit exactly the way she liked it. Ellen grabbed the back of his head and held him there. She thrashed about on the bed, being sure to let everyone know just how much pleasure she was getting. If exhibitionism is about showing off your sexuality, Roger and Ellen were about taking it to the next level and telling everyone that came close, with their words and their bodies, that theirs was a connection born in love, not just lust. That was their thrill. They wanted others to see how into each other they were. It was their gift to their onlookers. It was not just about showing off, it was about sharing the beauty of their love-making. And make love they did. Roger licked, fingered, and sucked until his sweet lady love was ready to explode. Flooding his mouth with her divine nectar she pulled him to her and they shared her sweetness in a kiss. She decided to take matters into her own hands. Repositioning herself, she climbed on top him and started licking and kissing her way down his body. Settling down comfortably, she took his hardness in her mouth and used her mouth, tongue and lips to sensually drive him to the very edge of explosion. Her hands never stopped exploring his body, caressing his fine, brown frame. He never stopped telling her how good it felt, what he wanted to do to her. Glancing around, Ellen made eye contact with a few of the other couples. They were staring in wonderment and in awe. Some had already gone off to the other beds and started their own explorations into hedonism and pleasure but a few of the couples stayed to watch Roger and Ellen to the end. They climbed on the bed, they wanted to be close, to smell the smells and be a part of the experience. Turning around and climbing on top of her man, she placed Roger's dick at her core and descended. He grabbed her hips and she placed her hands on his chocolate thighs and they collided together. Rise and fall, she rode the wave of pleasure that filled her. Her juices were evident on his shaft and they glistened in the light. Her moans were louder, more urgent. She wanted to make him cum and cum hard. Flipping her over, Roger pushed her legs back and began his masterful, skilled approach. He pumped his length and thickness inside her, painting her punany with pleasure. He drove in deeper, harder. She pulled him closer. Her legs wrapped around him tighter. Everyone was fucking now. In that moment, Ellen remembered the words that landed them there, the winning words she had memorized. "It is most decidedly her delicious sex, soft and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but release my very essence into the depths of her soul." Hearing those words in her head, she surrendered to the feelings of ecstasy and pleasure. Roger was not far behind. He drove himself into her, deeper and harder still, needing her to cum and navigating his own orgasm to time it with hers. Their mouths met. Their breath became one. Their bodies collided with erotic purpose and they yielded to the intensity of satisfaction shared only by two, witnessed by many. It was a magical trip, both literally and figuratively, for the lovers who luxuriated in the magic of showing off their sexuality and expressing their love. Show and Tell I've never done it, but I've always wanted a man to watch me masturbate. Maybe I watch him at the same time, or maybe he helps me. I love watching men too. Here's how I envision it: You and I are sitting on the couch together. It's a big, wide, comfy couch. We're watching something on TV at night, and it doesn't really matter what because it's kind of boring. While your eyes are focused on the television, I slowly begin to push up the ruffled hem of my short, pink and black polka-dot cotton nightgown, while trying not to catch your attention... yet. You're still looking at the screen as I begin to slowly rub my fingers up and down my slit. It arouses me just knowing I'm beginning to masturbate right beside you, and you don't even realize it yet. I start to get wet, and my natural lubrication seeps from between my labia and coats my fingers. Just as a commercial comes on and you turn to look over at me, I pull my hand away. My fingers are covered in my juices. I get up on my knees and move toward you. Then I press my two wet fingers against your lips. I want you to suck them clean. Once you realize what is happening, I know you'll respond. I tell you, "I want to see you jerk off. Will you do that for me? I'll let you watch me while you do it." I say it as suggestively and seductively as I can, my best "phone sex operator" voice. I sit back again, lean my back against the arm of the couch and spread my legs wide for you. I won't even wait for you to get your cock out and start. I begin to rub up and down my pussy lips again. I get very, very wet because I'm thrilled that you're watching. I like seeing your eyes get darker, your pupils dilate, your nostrils flair, and your breathing get more shallow. I'm watching your reaction very closely, and every response your body gives fuels my fire. I slowly spread my pussy lips apart with the fingers of my left hand, and I begin to move my finger from my opening, stroking up across my vestibule to my clit and back again. I push one finger inside and ask you, "Do you want to taste again?" I think you'll nod in response. You will want to taste, won't you? When I feed you this time, you pull your cock out of your shorts. It's already hard as a rock. I could see you "pitching a tent" before you even touched it. I want to reach for it, want it in my mouth, but I hold back and keep touching my pussy for you. "I want to see you stroke your cock," I say. I've forgotten about the sexy operator voice. I'm eager to see you play, and I sound full of wide-eyed wonder. Less erotic, but totally genuine. Thinking about watching you, now while I'm writing this, makes my pussy ache. I'm wet just knowing that you'll read this and your body will respond to the fantasy, just as mine is right now. I hope you'll go slow for me. I don't want to just see you jerk off. I want to see you enjoy your body as much as I'm enjoying mine. I pull roughly on my pussy lips, stretch them out and let them bounce back. I pinch my clit and moan. I start to rub it slowly, sliding the hood against the sensitive part hidden underneath. As I'm doing that, you turn toward me. You go ahead and take your shorts off so I can see everything. You sit with them underneath you. Your balls look full against the fabric. "Mmmmm. So sexy." I can't help but tell you what I think as I look at you. You look amazing. Your cock is fully hard. Its head is almost purple. Your balls look full and eager to release a stream of hot cum. I can't wait to see that. I can see how the veins on your cock become more prominent as your skin strains around your erection. I want to taste you so badly that my mouth waters. I shiver and stretch just thinking about YOU. You begin to slide your fingertips along your balls with one hand, from top to bottom. While you repeat that action, you rub your shaft with the back of your fingers on the opposite hand. You're going slow for me, putting on a show so I can see your every move. For a long time we sit like that, facing each other, slowly touching and playing. We're teasing one another with looks and varying our techniques. As you begin to stroke with your hand wrapped around your cock, I respond by rubbing my clit faster with my left hand. I fuck myself with the fingers of my right, and I begin to move my hips in rhythm with my hands. When I feel so close to cumming, I tell you, and you stroke evenly and deliberately, driving yourself there with me. I can tell when you're about to erupt. Your body tenses, and you make that face you always make, like you're concentrating so hard on something wonderful. I feel a panic then because I suddenly, desperately, want that cum to spray onto me. I slide myself down the couch so that I'm laying down with my pussy right in front of your balls. "Cum on ME!" I cry out. You do! All over me. Some falls on my pussy, and some shoots up to my chest. It's all over my stomach. I begin to orgasm with your cum as lubrication, pushing some of it inside my pussy and rubbing more of it all over my clit. I cum just as you're shooting the final stream across my body. As I'm cumming, you pull my fingers away from my opening and replace them with your own, much larger, fingers. You fuck me hard with your fingers while I'm rubbing my clit. I have a second orgasm right on top of the first while your fingers are ramming in and out of my pussy. When I'm done I collapse back against the couch. I feel you slow your pace and slowly remove your fingers. You hold them up to my mouth so I can taste our mixed cum, and I lick them clean. Then you slowly begin to rub up and down my pussy with your thumb as you rest your hand on my thigh. It's like you're soothing me, smoothing my journey back down from an awesome orgasm. I want to cum again, but this time I want you inside my pussy. I hope I don't have to wait too long. We could do this all night. Show and Tell All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. ***** Emma was a real good friend of mine. We had met in graduate school, and since then both of us had gotten married. She went on to have to gorgeous kids; I continued to enjoy the freedoms of a childless marriage. She had come over to get away from her family and relax. My husband was out of town, so it was going to be just the two of us for the entire weekend. After a relaxing day of chatting and catching up we ended up drinking wine on the deck while she enjoyed cigarette after cigarette. She never smoked at home anymore, but when the two of us got together old bad habits came out. We were already a few bottles of wine into the evening when Emma brought out a joint that her husband had given her to completely unwind on this trip. He was a dear. Our reminiscing caught up to the present as the joint dwindled between the two of us. As often it did with the two of us, the topic of sex came up. She was having a hard time satisfying her voracious sexual appetite with the little free time that two small children allowed. She inquired as to how my sex life was going. Incidentally, Emma was one of very few women I ever had sexual contact with, and she was by far the most satisfying. But that was years ago. Emma was the only person that I ever knew who could love sex with men and women equally. I remember years ago asking if she was bisexual. She answered "No, I am just sexual." I told her that sex with my husband was rather tame, but very good nonetheless; unfortunately, my husband had been pretty busy at work and so had I, so the sex was not as frequent as I would have liked. Then, maybe emboldened by the wine and weed, or maybe just maybe, I was horny and hoping to have some fun with her, I shared with her my little secret. I have been writing erotic short stories for the past few years. It was a fun release for me, and I hoped to better my prose so that I could someday tackle my dream of writing some epic literature. Her mouth dropped upon my admission and she said that she didn't believe me. I quickly printed out one of my more recent stories about a young man experience sex for the first time while house sitting. She lit another cigarette and began to read it out loud. Upon getting to the first sex scene she put down the paper and turned to me. "Shit Jen, this is real hot. I can feel my pussy getting wet. You are amazing." She continued reading and when she finished she just sat digesting the whole story. Her hand had slipped to the front of her shorts, and she was slowly fondling herself through the thin fabric. I could feel my own body react to the erotic sight before me. The fact that my words had put her in this state added to my arousal. "I wish my first few times were good, but they totally sucked. I was dating this soccer player named Jack, and he was gorgeous, but a total loser in the sack. The smartest thing that I ever did was dump him when I did." She took a deep drag from her cigarette and her mind drifted to another time. "I do have a good first story. The first time I saw a man cum is a good story. Do you want to hear it?" Of course I wanted to hear it. "Ok, grab another bottle of wine and don't get upset if I start playing with my pussy during the story. You know how horny I get when I am drinking." I went in and grabbed another bottle of red. Petite Sirah, my favorite. When I came back Emma's long brown hair had fallen over her face and she was rubbing her large breasts as she dreamed about someone or something. She used to have these medium sized perky breasts that looked so large on her thin runner's body, but two kids later and maybe a surgery, I would have to ask her later, and now she had large breasts that I lusted over. I was always in envy of her perfect skin. She could tan so quickly while I seemed to burn more than anything else. Her eyes opened at the sound of my placing the red wine bottle on the table, and this is the story that she told me. _____________________ I was twenty one or maybe twenty two. I still had one more year of college to finish and was spending a couple of weeks of my summer at my Freshmen roommate's house in San Diego. It was actually her parent's house, but they were off on a trip to Europe, so we had the whole place to ourselves. Well actually her little brother Joey was there, or else there wouldn't be a story to tell. I had just broken up with another of my bad string of boyfriends and had decided to forego getting into any new relationship for a while. Lilly, my roommate was dating a guy that I think she got engaged to once, but then it didn't work out. She still had a summer school class to finish so I had the place practically to myself most days. The house was nothing spectacular, but it had a big yard and an amazing pool. I spent every day while Lily was in class reading poolside and working on my tan. Joey had some summer job, so he wasn't around every day, and even when he was around he would stay in his room a lot. I could tell that I made him nervous, especially when I would prance around in my bikini. It was so cute the way he wouldn't even look at me. I would try to tease him as much as I could. Bending over to pick up things I would drop on purpose, to see if he would stare at my ass. I would often throw a loose tshirt on without a bra and then bend over giving long clear views of my tits. When I really got to him, my reward would be his fair skin turning crimson with embarrassment. I know it was mean, but I got a thrill for flaunting my sexuality in front of him. You know me Jen, always a tease and exhibisionist. I would love getting fingered at a play or opera knowing that some old fart might be getting off on watching me. Joey was eighteen and going to start community college in the fall. He was definitely a late bloomer and seemed to just be finishing up puberty. He was tall and lanky, maybe 6'1" or so. He had this mop of dirty blonde hair that was always falling in front of his face. I doubt he had any luck with the ladies because of his shyness and boyish looks, but I found him truly beautiful. So, one day I looked up from the pool as I was resting after swimming some laps and was surprised to see that he had finally built up the courage to come hang out with me by the pool. He was laying on a lounge chair reading some big book that I couldn't see the title of. He had red board shorts on and he hadn't even taken off his t shirt. He was so shy it was ridiculous I thought. I continued swimming for a while and then grabbed my towel and kindle and sat on the lounge chair beside him. "Hey Joey, its about time you joined me. It's a perfect day today." I called as I dried myself off slowly and seductively. "You probably will get a better tan if you take your shirt off." I egged him on. He shrugged his shoulders and peeled off his t shirt revealing his thin torso. Even though he wasn't muscular, he was so thin that his little muscles were pretty well defined. "Here, let me get your back with some sunscreen, and then you can do me." My easiest trick for getting my hands on a man and their hands on me. He relented, and I tried not to giggle at how stiff and awkward he became under my touch. I tried rubbing his shoulders telling him to relax, and he did a tiny bit. I took a long time carefully lathering him in sunscreen and even ran my fingernails down his back when I was finished. His back felt more muscular than it looked. His muscles were hard and strong despite their small size. "Now it's my turn." I turned my back to him and just as he was going to begin, I undid my top, holding the thin fabric against my breasts so he could better cover my entire back. He applied the sunscreen so gingerly and lovenly. It was such a contrast to the way my last few boyfriends pawed at my flesh. He touched me more like a woman than a man, and it was turning me on. This was a problem because had determined that, I was not going to sleep with my good friend's brother. That would not be cool, but in my sexualy twisted mind, that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun with him. "Don't forget to get my lower back good. My bottoms tend to move so just reach in and get all the way down to my ass please." I could feel his hands tense up at the request, but he obliged. His long fingered hands delicately slipping under my bikini bottoms. When he finished I turned and gave him a wink and thanked him. Then my top "accidentally slipped a bit displaying most of my breasts to him briefly. I thought that his eyes were going to pop out of his head. After being properly lubed up I lay back in my chair and we talked for a good while. From all that I could gather he never had a girlfriend and probably had never even kissed a girl. How exciting! Eventually I proposed that we make margaritas. He raised an eyebrow not being twenty one and all, but he didn't object. I made two strong drinks and we began to chat away. Eventually I noticed that Joey's answers were coming more slowly. He was nodding off. A nap in the warm sun sounded like a grand plan so I joined him. I woke up probably ten or fifteen minutes later and started to read my kindle. I had some new saucy erotica on it and was even contemplating a sneaking rub out session while Joey continued to sleep. I started to get into my story and even slipped a hand into my panties to gently stroke my pussy. "Like I am doing now." Emma started to laugh at the fact that she had started to play with herself so quickly. I suggested that she undo her shorts so that she would be more comfortable, but also so I could watch. She gave me a sinister smile and responded that she would only if I did the same. I figured what the hell and suddenly we were both sitting with legs slightly open, gently stroking our pussies as we both enjoyed the story at hand. I was shocked to see a large patch of dark brown hair above her pussy. She had always been clean shaven like I was in the past. Her pussy lips were full and glistening with her juices. My pussy was still a slit just waking up to my touch. She continued her story. Just as I was getting into my story I could hear Joey start to stir. He was still sleeping, but in that restless, dream filled, phase of sleep that one enters just before they wake. That was when I noticed his erection. His red shorts were tented out by his incredibly hard cock. I plunged a finger inside my cunt as I imagined seeing his tool, or even better getting him to play with it for me. I had at that point never seen a cock cum in real life. My idiot boyfriends would just cum in me, or force my head onto their cocks as they came, which I hated thoroughly. At that point I hadn't been in an open enough relationship when we could masturbate together. I decided at that point that I would try to watch Joey masturbate. Just the thought of it made me practically cum. Just then I saw him open his angelic eyes. He had a big grin on his face and so did I. "Have a good nap?" I asked. He nodded. "Any good dreams?" He just looked at me. "Joey, you have a huge erection right now." He sat up in a flash and frantically looked for something to hide his erection. I grabbed his arm and told him in a low voice that it was ok. I told him that in fact, I would love for him to show it to me. He just looked back at me dumbly his face red with embarrassment. "Please Joey." I begged. Batting my eyelashes at him, and before I could say anything else he surprised me. "Ok." He answered. I gave a big smile and hopped over to his lounge chair by his feet. I reached up and untied his shorts letting my hand graze his bulge. "Can I do the honors?" I always loved taking charge, and I think one reason my relationships at that point all sucked was because I picked men that wouldn't let me take charge. Joey nodded slowly his mouth stupidly open as if he wasn't sure if this was a dream still. I hooked my thumbs on his shorts and pulled them off and gasped at his gorgeous cock. It wasn't the longest I had ever seen, but it was thick and beautiful. It was also hard as hell. He must have been having a real good dream. Something about a hard cock just drives me wild Jen. I can look at them all day long. His pubic hair was sparse and extremely fair. It was more blond than his hair which I found interesting. The sparse hairs on his clenched balls seemed like they would be as soft as down. I longed to touch him, but I promised myself I wouldn't mess with my friend's little brother. "What were you dreaming of?" His face blushed further with the question, but he didn't need to answer. "Can you play with it for me? I have never seen anyone do that before." "Uh, Ok" He answered and then awkwardly brought his hand to his thick shaft. I leaned in close as his grip tightened on his steel hard shaft. Slowly he rubbed his shaft up to its bulbous head that looked like it was going to burst and then back to his tightly clenched balls. The skin on his cock was so smooth and perfect. He brought his hand back to his head squeezing a glob of precum out. It dribbled down the tip and hung on the rim of his mushroom head. "God I love precum." I exclaimed, and I would have leaned in a bit and taken it into my mouth, but I didn't want to scare him away. He maneuvered his hand around his sensitive head, rubbing the slick liquid all about, making his cock head shine. "Is that all you do for lubricant?" I asked. "No, usually my saliva too." He brought his hand to his mouth but I stopped him. "Let me." I leaned in close and gathered all of the saliva in my mouth and then I let a large glob of spit dribble onto his cock. He moaned at the sight and then stroked my lubricant the length of his cock causing his whole wonderful tool to glisten in the sunlight. He started to stroke himself more deliberately now. Veins pulsed in his staff. I felt he was not going to be able to hold out long. "And your balls?" He answered by bringing his freehand down and cupping his balls. I could see his whole body tighten. "I am going to cum." He mustered. "Cum on my tits." I whipped my top off and leaned in close pushing my breasts together with my hands. My nipples were as hard as his cock. He grunted and his whole beautiful body twitched. His cock seemed to grow impossibly bigger and then a large white jet of cum shot out followed by another and another. The first hot salvo hit my cheek, then my chest above my breasts, and then the next few streams seemed to drench my tits. He seemed to cum forever. When he finally stopped I looked down to see his creamy white seed covering my breasts. I large wad of his cum was hanging from my left nipple. I massaged the smooth balm into my skin while moaning for him. The whole experience had left me completely crazed with lust. "Can I watch you masturbate." He finally asked. "Get me another margarita and take a seat between my legs. So, it's my turn to give you a show?" He grinned red faced and nodded his approval. I couldn't believe what Emma had just related to me. The taboo nature of the whole story made my body twinge with excitement, Adding to my state was the fact that she was now thrusting two fingers into her cunt while she rubbed her clit vigorously. I could tell she was about to cum, and I was not far behind. I leaned forward and pulled her t-shirt up exposing her breasts. She didn't even flinch as I pawed at her glorious breasts and then pinched her nipples hard, as I knew from experience that she was cumming. Her body jerked violently with orgasmic spasms. She sat with eyes closed enjoying the post orgasmic bliss for a while before opening her eyes and giving me a big kiss on the lips. "Just like old times. That was amazing Jen." Her hand had found my wet pussy and was toying with it. "Let's put my mouth to better use than story telling." She pushed me back into my chair and put my feet up in the chair. She then kneeled before me, spread my legs, and proceeded to eat my pussy until I came hard into her mouth. When she was done she came up to give me a messy kiss. My pussy juice all over her face and in her mouth. I relished tasting myself in her kiss. She then sat back, poured another glass of wine for the both of us, and continued with her story. - I didn't bother cleaning any of his cum off of me while he was inside making a new round of drinks. He came out in a rush and handed me a drink and sat at the end of the lounge chair. He had put his shorts back on so I asked him to take them off which he did. His cock seemed to be already semi erect again. Ah the recouperative power of young boys! I put my feet up on the lounge chair and spread my legs, He was devouring me with his eyes, and I loved every minute of it. I pulled the string on the side of my bikini bottoms and let them fall away showing him my bald pussy. I saw his cock start to grow further. I was already very turned on so I reached down and tugged on my large pussy lips. "My lips get big like this when I am turned on. And can you see how wet you made them?" I asked as I gently stroked them. He nodded. "What I like to do once I am this turned on is rub my lips a bit, and then find my hard little clit." I spread my pussy and pulled back my clitoral hood showing him my erect little pleasure bean. "Right here." I started to rub it as much for him as myself. His cock was hard again. "Please stroke your cock again." He answered by grabbing his shaft. Cum from a few minutes ago oozed from his swollen head. "I like to rub it softly at first, but as I get more turned on, I increase the pace." I was demonstrating everything I was describing as I watch him stroke his cock again. Then when I am really close to cumming like I am now, I put a finger or two or three in my pussy like this." He was vigorously stroking his young cock eyes latched onto what I was doing. I found my G-spot and was rubbing it, about to go over the edge, when his cock suddenly started to swell as he came again. The sight of his beautiful cock erupting sent me over the edge. I had one of my most powerful orgasm as I watch him spew his white seed all over my stomach and pussy. The heat of his cum on my sex heightened my orgasm like I never thought possible. We sat for what felt like forever watching each other's bodies recover from orgasm. His beautiful face was sweaty and had his dirty blonde hair matted over it. His thin frame shook from orgasm and his powerful breathing. He looked so beautiful to me. After a while I leaned forward and planted a big kiss on his lips. Then I stood, feeling cum slipping down my whole body, walked over to the pool and dove in. I decided as I swam under water, naked and happy, that I would end the little fun I was having with Joey. My relationship with his sister was too important to be ruined by some sexual games. The irony of the situation was that later that summer his sister and I had a falling out and eventually we stopped talking to each other. I kick myself now that I didn't play around with that cute boy more that summer. Oh, well, it's not as if he was the only beautiful boy I had fun with. Emma turned to me as she ended her story. "So, what do you think Jen? Do you think that story is sexy enough for you to write about?" "I don't know." I responded. "It might need a bit more." I stood up, walked over to her chair, and kneeled. I gently placed her legs up onto the chair and spread her legs. I leaned in close and took in the scent that I remembered from years ago, and then I added to her story. The End. Show And Tell Ch. 01 Henry Watson was in turmoil on his way home. The lunch with his wife Dell and their friends Bill and Terry had been something of an embarrassment to him. Bill was a medium height and stocky guy about their own age, in his early 30's. He nearly always had a lopsided grin on his face, while Henry tended to be a bit more reserved. Terry was younger at only 24, barely 5 feet tall and slender. She had an almost pixie like look to her, a pretty heart shaped face with mildly pointed nose and ears that the long straight hairstyle parted down the middle appeared to aggravate. Henry's wife Dell was a mildly chubby big busted blond, also barely 30. Henry was a shade older at 36, he was also large and solid although the spread of the beginnings of middle age was showing at his waist. Terry typically wore slacks and a blouse, Dell nearly always had a simple house dress on. Since they lived on the same block opposite each other they had become close friends. Sharing things helped a lot in the finances department, Henry's lawnmower took care of both yards, his garage full of tools saw to it that anything that broke got fixed. Bill and Terry had internet and Henry and Dell ran wireless off of that since they lived so close. Same with TV, Bill put up one of those dish setups, a $50 tip got the "2nd room" wired right across the yard to Henry and Dell's house. Henry's large back yard faced Bill's smaller one, they often had back yard barbeques, and the four of them sometimes met for lunch when the women were downtown shopping. Once a month or so a night out was at a night club with dancing. Both Henry and Bill loved to dance, something a bit rare with men. Of course that delighted the two women, so they took turns swapping partners to do some of the latest steps. On the fast numbers the women would try to outdo each other, acting as naughty as they dared in public, laughing up a storm. Henry liked dancing with Terry, her slim body was light in his arms and she felt completely different than his wife Dell. Then Bill happened to mention that he loved dancing with Dell, that she matched every single movement he made easily. "It's like the two of us are a perfect fit!" He exclaimed, the steady flow of drinks releasing the normal inhibitions of his tongue. The four of them got quiet as the same thought crossed their minds. "For dancing!" Bill added quickly, realizing the way that had been taken. Then he blushed as they all laughed, soon that was forgotten. All it ever was, was dancing. None of them did any rubbing up against each other or anything like that. Henry and Bill sometimes took short fishing trips together, Bill had one of those leased from the government lots with a cabin at a nearby lake. So of course Henry supplied the little boat, electric motor and oars. Sometimes the women joined them and the four of them spent the entire weekend up there. For at least three years, it was simply a good friendship. +++ One long weekend they were all up at the cabin, which was just a main room, with two beds they kept separate by hanging a pair of old sheets between them, and a bathroom off to the side. Power came in from somewhere, so there was a fridge, a TV, and a stove. Heat was supplied by one of both of them doing some wood chopping each trip. The two beds they had dragged up there in Bill's old truck barely fit, leaving just a foot or so between them. They had to jiggle and scoot the beds around until finally on Henry and Dell's side there was about 18 inches left to the wall and two and a half feet on the other side so they could get the bathroom door open. This left just twelve inches between the two beds. It was tight but they managed. Henry and Dell both slept nude at home, but with Bill and Terry right there they put on pajamas even though with the lights out it was completely dark in there. Pajamas meant tossing and turning, both of them uncomfortable. Finally after a half dozen trips up there and some gripes from Dell, Henry told her to not worry about it. "But Bill is right there!" She said. "It's blacker than the ace of spades in here, no way can he see anything at all and besides, there is the curtain." The first time Henry lay there listening as Dell slipped off her clothing and hopped into bed with a giggle. He reached over and sure enough, she was naked. That actually was on the naughty side, both of them nude with Bill and Terry lying there just a couple of feet away. It even got Henry a little bit fussed up, but there was no way in hell that Dell could ever be quiet so he didn't dare try to sneak one in. No one noticed or said anything at all, so that quickly became the norm. Neither one of them realized that both Bill and Terry also slept nude, it just never came up. In the mornings Bill would tug on his pants before heading outside, soon the sounds of his axe told them he was busy and Dell would hop up and pull her dress over her head. Then Henry would roll out of bed and get dressed, and head out to give Bill a hand or work on anything that needed done. It worked, everyone was respectful of each others modesty. +++ Then came the first incident. Bill was outside chopping firewood, Henry was down at the dock fixing a spot on the tiny little fiberglass boat that had worn through from dragging it in and out of the lake. The trip before Henry was in the back running the electric motor when he noticed the water was less than a couple of inches from running in over the stern. Barely making it to shore, they managed to drag the boat out. It used enclosed flotation chambers, and was supposed to be unsinkable. Which it was, unless it had a hole in it. Henry bought two long steel runners and a fiberglass repair kit and was busy fixing that so it wouldn't happen again. Dell had taken the truck to town to buy more provisions so Terry took the opportunity to grab a quick shower. Henry needed the scraper, he knew it was in the bottom drawer up at the cabin, so he went up to retrieve it, opening the door without thinking. Terry was standing there just outside the bathroom door, bent over briskly rubbing her wet hair with a towel. She was stark naked. Henry came to a stop, standing there with the door open staring at her. Her small breasts were capped with soft round looking nipples, still puffed up from the hot water in the shower. She had a very large mass of pubic hair, but it did nothing much to hide her protruding outer lips. She did not hear Henry open the door. He watched as she reached down with the towel to rub herself dry between her legs, squatting slightly to do it. Then she realized. "Oh!" She said, quickly jerking the towel in front of her. Henry stammered an apology and retreated. The vision was in his mind the rest of the day, lord did that woman have a nice body. He found himself having a constant struggle trying to keep his erection down. He never said a single word about that to Dell or Bill, thinking it was accidental and not a big deal, best to be left alone. Terry told Bill, though, as he found out the next week at lunch. +++ "I heard that you caught Terry with no clothes on last weekend." He said straight out. Henry blushed furiously, noticing Dell looked at him in surprise. He also noticed that Terry was looking right at him with a huge grin. "I..it was an accident, I was working on the boat and needed a tool." Henry said after a few awkward moments. "Terry told me you just stood there and stared at her." Bill was grinning now. "I..It just caught me by surprise is all. I'm sorry." Glancing over at Dell, Henry saw a slight frown cross her face. He looked down, feeling ashamed. It was true, he had stared at her for several long seconds, it had extremely excited him. For far longer than he should have, he had remained frozen in place. "Bill says that to be fair he should get to see Dell naked!" Terry piped up with. Dell suddenly blushed bright red. "I think that would be fair, don't you?" Bill added, still grinning. "I..I don't know. But I wasn't trying to see anything, it was an accident. Anyway that would be up to Dell, not me." Henry managed lamely. "You asshole! You would let me be naked in front of Bill?" Dell said. But she didn't sound really angry, just surprised. "Honey, no. I mean, of course not. I don't know, that was all just an accident." Henry was completely flustered now, this had caught him by surprise. They had some more banter at Henry's expense, then nothing more was said about it, they finished their lunch and the women went on shopping as Henry and Bill went back to work. On the way home that night he really didn't want to even go inside, he hadn't handled the lunch conversation all that well. Sure as hell his wife was going to be upset at him for not mentioning that. He braced for some comments from Dell but she acted like nothing had happened so he gratefully let that slide. +++ But that did not work, the incident had obviously started something. "Terry said I should do it." Dell told him when she came into the living room after doing the dishes. "Do what?" Henry asked, hiding a groan, knowing full what she meant. "Let Bill see me naked." She actually giggled at that. "God, do you want to do that?" He asked her, surprised. Dell had always been overly modest. The closest thing she had ever done to anything naughty was sliding quickly into bed with him in the dark up at the cabin, and one time she answered the door wearing a slip over dress with no bra on. That time it had been two men coming to work on the driveway, she was so engrossed in why the bid was so high she hadn't noticed her nipples poking out through the cloth. Even then she went into the bedroom and put on a bra as soon as she realized. "Well, I have never really done anything like that, nobody but my Doctor and you have ever seen me naked." She had a really odd expression on her face. Henry had seen her similar before, she seemed to be mildly excited just from talking about it? Henry didn't really want to talk about it, it embarrassed him. They all might think he was a pervert or something. "It was just an accident, it's no big deal." He managed. Dell went into the bedroom so he reached for the TV controller and clicked on the green channel. +++ "Do you think I look fat?" He heard her ask. Looking over, she was standing in the bedroom door way, obviously posing. He had never seen the outfit before, it was pink and as sheer as it was possible for material to be. Henry instantly forgot all about the sad looking Polar Bear sitting on a chunk of ice. "Wow! Where did you get that?" He asked, already getting up and heading for her. She giggled and darted into the bedroom with Henry hot on her heels. "You didn't answer me." She said later. Her body was soaked in sweat, that had been one of the most amazing sessions of sex he had ever had with Dell. God, she had looked fantastic with her titties poking out through the sheer material, her left leg coyly up off the floor hiding herself. She had even gotten down on her knees and sucked on him stopping just before he filled her mouth. Barely pulling off in time, she turned her face away as he spattered her neck and chest. He was glad that he had removed her new flimsy garment. "Honey, that is silly. It really was an accident, you don't have to make it up to Bill." "No, I asked you if I looked fat!" Henry just looked at her. His mind scrambled, that was one of those loaded questions, designed to screw up dinners and a man's sex life. "Oh. No, not really. You are beautiful, nice and soft and round where it counts." "What do you mean, soft and round?" She asked. Henry quickly leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples. "I mean these big round babies!" He grinned, tickling her until she began to giggle. "Terry and I signed up at a gym, we are going to take classes together." She said. "Oh, well. That is nice. Great in fact! It won't hurt you any to lose a few pounds." He said, trying to encourage her. "Asshole!" Dell jumped up and went into the bathroom, locking the door. Henry lay there wondering what in the hell that was all about? +++ By Spring it was very obvious that the gym classes were paying off. Dell had lost a total of twelve pounds,and lost it where it mattered, on her fanny and on her waistline. All that happened to Terry was she looked like she was building some muscle since she had no place to lose anything. Henry found he was loving the new body on his wife, and she seemed to be far more energetic than she had been before, even her bustline that had begun a slight sag had lifted from the underlying muscles being stronger. Henry lost five pounds himself, he had no choice, Dell completely changed their diet. At first he was upset at the constant flow of different fruits and vegetables, with any kind of meat now down to once each week. But he got used to it, and now found he craved the Oranges and Grapes instead of the chips and dip. The pizza they had ordered before once or twice each week was now completely out of the question, and the only bread in the house had at least 5 different grains in it. Plus he was now getting laid at least three times every week and sometimes four, with Dell eagerly making extra effort to encourage him. +++ The four of them continued with their now regular outings, dancing, enjoying the company. Dell was also wanting to go out dancing more, she said it was great exercise. One evening Bill came back the their table after a long dance with Dell, they sat down and he gave Henry a grin. "Dell is turning into a stone fox!" He said, glancing over at her as she beamed. Henry had noticed her new dress, she had lost enough weight her other outfits were getting to be loose on her. The one she had on this particular evening showed some cleavage, not much but it was certainly obvious. This was something else completely new, Henry passed it off as her just being proud of the way she looked. "She always has been." Henry told Bill loudly enough to be sure Dell heard him. She smiled sweetly at that. "So. We are on for this weekend, up at the cabin?" Bill asked. "Yep!" Henry responded. He was looking forward to it, the Spring bite out on the lake was always very good. +++ It was pouring down rain when they arrived, they got the gear unloaded and inside, managing to get wet in the process. Once inside, Bill soon had a huge fire roaring, so much so that it got very warm. Dell went into the little bathroom and changed into just a white t-shirt, Terry did the same except hers was black. Bill had peeled off his shirt, displaying a huge mass of hair on his chest. Henry finally also pulled off his shirt, digging out a yellow tank top. Bill just stayed that way, Henry noticed that Dell kept glancing over at him. Henry was a larger man than Bill, but Bill was stockier, shorter. Then it struck him that Dell wasn't wearing her bra. "Where is your bra?" He whispered to her while Bill was trying to chop through a knot in a larger chunk of firewood. "It got wet." She whispered back. He glanced down and she was making some pretty good bumps in the front of the T-shirt like she was cold or something. He just shrugged it off. By the time everyone was fully warmed up and their bellies full, they all went to bed. Once during the night Henry woke up, he could hear Bill and Terry moving quietly, doing their best to not make the bed springs squeak. He knew what they were doing and was mildly surprised, they had never made love before that he could remember at any of their trips up here. He felt himself getting hard at the thought. He turned and cuddled with Dell, wishing that she was awake. He listened to her soft breathing for awhile, then slept himself. The next day the Sun was shining. The ground was still damp and in short order the lake looked surreal. Tendrils of fog lifted off the surface which was slick in the absence of even a breath of wind. Henry and Bill headed out there eagerly, these kinds of mornings were rare and they both knew there were a few monsters swimming around out there. By noon they boated the last 12 inch Trout that rounded out their limits. With plenty of fish for dinner they rowed back to the shore, dragging the little boat up over the rocks and flipping it upside down just in case of rain. Rain wasn't too likely, it was already nearly 80 degrees out and promised to be hotter but flipping the boat was a habit. "Where are the women?" Henry asked when they got to the cabin. "Probably out back in the yard, it's getting into afternoon so they are probably sunning themselves." They quickly cleaned the fish, washed up and went out to the yard. Henry stepped around the corner and came to a complete stop. Bill almost banged into him, then he looked up and stared too. Terry lay there on her back, at first glance Henry thought she was naked, then he realized she had on a suit that was slightly lighter in color than the rest of her skin. There was almost nothing to it. Glancing over at Dell, she had on a tiny yellow outfit he had never seen before and never in his entire life would have ever dreamed she would dare wear. "Jesus!" Bill muttered. "No shit!" Henry managed. They both just stood there, mouths hanging open. Terry looked up and saw them, then she grinned. "You like?" She said, sitting up and posing, one hand behind her head. Dell opened her eyes and smiled over at them. "About time, we were getting ready to send the Coast Guard." She laughed. "Dell!" Henry exclaimed. Her outfit was impossibly tiny, two little triangles of cloth covered her nipples, her heavy breasts stuck out the top, both sides and the bottom. All it had was a thin yellow string around her neck and back. She swung her legs off the lawn chair, it was like it was in slow motion. The bottoms came into view, the crotch of her outfit was barely two inches wide and narrowed down to a thin strip. As she got up, she reached down and tugged gently on the cloth at her groin to readjust it. Then she walked over to them, taking the cooler and turning to go set it down. There was no sign of anything at all from behind, the round cheeks of Dell's ass were totally bare. It registered on Henry that his wife had shaved her pubes. They both just stared until Terry giggled. "So how was the fishing?" She asked, getting up herself. Her outfit if anything was even tinier. "Where did you girls get those outfits?" Bill asked, finally able to move. He walked over and got a beer, popped the top. He was drinking in the way his wife looked in her tan outfit. Where there used to be pubic hair there was no sign at all of any. "Online, we found a place that sells these. They are for sunning. They call them "Wicked Beavers." She said. "I think that's "Wicked Weasel", Honey." Dell cracked up at what Terry had said. "Oh. Right." Terry said with a smirk. She winked at Henry which caused him to blush, he still had that vision of her with nothing on in his head. "Why bother?" He asked, trying to cover his blushing. "We thought of that, but this sounded like more fun." She grinned. "What happened to.....?" Bill waved his hand at her lower body. "We had to shave to wear these." She giggled. "See?" She thrust her pelvis forward, holding the upper edges of the tiny piece of cloth, pulling it snugly between her legs. Henry managed finally to catch his own breath, got himself sat down with a beer. He kept watching Dell, she looked like any second the cloth would move and expose her but it didn't. At one point one of Terry's nipples peeked out but she just reached down and slid the cloth back over. Show And Tell Ch. 01 "Are we going to go fishing this evening?" Bill asked Henry at one point. Anything to change the subject, he now had had an erection for what seemed like hours. "I think I would rather stay here." Henry laughed. "I knew you were a pervert." Bill grinned. "I'm not a pervert." Henry protested. "Yes you are, sneaking up on my wife to catch her naked." Bill slipped that in there again. "Yea, well. There is my wife naked, look all you like!" Henry retorted. "Don't mind if I do!" He snorted. Everyone laughed at that. They were both unhappy when the Sun got low in the sky and the temperature dropped. The girls had been posing all afternoon, both Henry and Bill were at the point where they were getting sore from nearly constantly developing erections. Back inside the cabin, they cooked the fish and made a nice dinner. Dell and Terry had changed into matching black T-shirts. Then they had a game of cards. At one point Henry reached over and rubbed Dell's fanny, finding as he suspected that she had no pantie on. He already knew she had no bra on and neither did Terry. Tension had been building, Henry wanted nothing more than to get his wife down on her back and stuff himself inside of her but Bill and Terry were right there. "I think it's time to hit the hay." Bill said finally, yawning and stretching his arms. They all knew what everyone was thinking as they each went to their own sides. Bill turned off the lights like he always did. Very soon the rustling began, Terry let out a low giggle and soon that turned to quiet moans. Henry reached over and touched Dell's breast, she turned his way and nuzzled up against him. Very quietly they began to make love. He was almost surprised when his fingers found her soft shaven sex, he was used to her normal pubic hair. He very nearly went off just from touching her. The combination of Bill and Terry making love just a few feet away behind the thin sheet and Dell's naked bodies touching his was finally too much, Henry slid up on top of her and pushed inside. Dell climaxed at his very first thrust, and seconds later he felt her spasm again. Her hips were pressed against him greedily, trying to get him even deeper inside. Like always she was moaning rather loudly but by then Henry really didn't give a damn about the noise. When Henry released her body went completely stiff. They lay like that, basking in being joined until finally Henry softened and slid out. Listening, it was quiet on the other side of the drape. "I need to use the bathroom." Dell whispered. She sat up and slid out of bed. Reaching down, she grasped Henry's penis and gave it a couple of soft pulls. "Don't be mad." She said. Then with a quiet laugh, she carefully stepped around the end of the bed to the other side. Normally she pulled something on if she got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, this time she didn't. "Don't be mad?" Dell had said? Mad about what? Henry was completely alert, Dell was over there completely naked, less that three feet from where he knew Bill lay. Even though it was pitch black, it still was getting him excited again. Henry listened as she fumbled with the door in the dark. She got it open, light showed barely around the door frame. He heard her in there for a few minutes. The water in the sink ran for a short while, then stopped. The light around the door went out. It seemed like it took forever, but finally the door opened, he heard the edge of it bump the bed on the other side. Then it was completely quiet for several seconds. "Bill? Are you awake?" Henry heard Dell ask softly. His ears perked right up. "Yea, Dell? What?" Bill asked. "This is for you." Dell giggled, then turned on the bathroom light. Henry looked over, with the light behind her he could see her clearly right through the thin sheet. She stood there completely naked, outlined. Henry heard Bill's sharp intake of breath, followed by Terry's giggles. Henry sat up, reached out and opened the sheets where they overlapped in the middle. His wife was standing there completely naked, Bill lay on his side looking up at her. Henry felt his breath catch in his throat, his wife's nipples were solid and poking out, her loins were puffy and swollen from the lovemaking minutes before. Then she realized that Bill was not under the covers, his seven inch long penis was solid as a rock, Terry's hand was draped over his side making sure of that. Dell stared at it as the big head came into view and vanished as Terry slid his foreskin back and forth. "Oh!" She said finally. That part was a surprise to her. Then she glanced up at Henry and grinned. her face flushed bright red. She looked back down at Bill's crotch, Terry was holding it up straight, her hand wrapped around the base, his foreskin pulled obscenely back. Dell took a deep intake of breath, her upper body shuddered slightly. Henry had never even dreamed that she would do anything like this. "Now you guys are even!" Dell said, and switched off the light. "God! I never saw anyone do anything like that in my entire life!" Bill muttered. By the time Dell made it back to the bed with Henry, Terry and Bill were going at it again, and not trying to be quiet this time. They sounded like they were being very messy. "What the hell was that?" Henry whispered to Dell as soon as she snuggled up to him. "Terry and I talked about it, she convinced me to do that. God, I never did anything like that before, not really. But you guys have been staring at us all day long!" She whispered back. "Bill was naked too?" Henry mumbled in her ear. "That was a surprise, I think Terry did that deliberately since she knew what I was going to do." She told him. Then she reached down and began some long sensual strokes, delighting in feeling him stiffen in her hands. Soon she was tugging urgently at him. For the second time in one night Henry caused Dell to make quite a bit or noise. Later he heard Bill and Terry talking quietly, they both were snickering. "What's so funny?" Henry asked. "Your wife just saw my husband naked!" Terry called out. Then they broke out into a hilarious stream of laughter. "Looks like it is your turn, sweetie." Dell giggled.