6 comments/ 53987 views/ 38 favorites The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 01 By: velvet hammer It was a late summer midafternoon. I was sitting on the sofa in my living room with my former pupil Tommy, who at this moment looked slightly dazed, almost in a trance. "It's alright, Tommy," I said. "It's okay." I was reassuring young Tommy because at that moment in time I was topless. In fact, except for black lace panties, thigh-hi's and heels, I was practically nude. And Tommy, like I said, had a look in his eyes like he was hypnotized. Perhaps I should back up a bit here. Tommy was one of my former students - I teach high school - and I'd invited him over on the pretext to talk about what were his plans for the future. My true intentions involved my plans, for the immediate future. I met Tommy at the door wearing one of my husbands' shirts, unbuttoned one too many buttons down - no bra, I'm sure he noticed - mini-skirt, stockings and heels. We sat around the island in the kitchen, Tommy had a coke, I had a glass of wine to fortify myself for the next step. Listening to Tommy talk about his job flipping burgers, and his plans to attend community college in the fall, I leaned forward making sure to give him a good view down into the valley. I could see by the bulge in his jeans this was having a positive effect. I scooted a little closer and put my hand on his. "I just want you to know, Tommy, the real reason I invited you over today," I said knowingly. "My husband has given me permission to have affairs, and I'd like you to be my first." I don't think he understood exactly what I said at first. Or maybe he did but his pulse was racing so fast he couldn't collect his thoughts for a reply. And really, what reply is there to a loaded statement like that? I stood up and offered my hand. "Come with me Tommy," I said. "Let's sit on the sofa and talk some more." We took our drinks into the living room and I led him to the sofa, then I said, "Oh, can you give me a moment?" and left the room. When I returned the skirt was gone and the front of the shirt was open. I sat down next to Tommy and shrugged the shirt off. "Do you like what you see?" I asked sweetly. I was completely nude from the waist up. "Yes, Mrs. Morrison," Tommy whispered. His throat seemed dry. I placed my hand on the bulge in his trousers. "Tommy, I think it's okay for you to call me Ann, at least when we're together, and alone." I'm in my early forties and I'm keeping it together with regular workouts. I'm in pretty good shape, my husband likes to say I have a "tight ass". I'm petite, so my 34D's look larger than what they are relative to my overall body size. My dark brown hair is cut neck length with bangs, a sort of sexy pageboy, and I know I'm good looking from the looks I get from men. If only some of the men teachers could see Mrs. Morrison now. The poor young man was totally mesmerized. He could not take his eyes off my tits. "Here," I said, taking his hand and placing it on my left breast. "It's okay for you to touch me, Tommy." Tommy grasped my right breast with his other hand, fondled and squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. "Can I . . . may I . . . kiss them?" he whispered. "Of course, Tommy," I replied. By this time I was vigorously massaging Tommy's cock through his trousers. Tommy leaned forward, eyes closed, and began kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples. I put my arm around his shoulders and held his head. It felt delightful. When he looked up I leaned forward and we kissed, tentatively. Then I directed my attention to his fly. I wanted to unleash that thing in his trousers. I pulled his jeans down, had him lift up so I could get them down his thighs and all the way down to his ankles. Then I pulled his "whitey tighties" down. "Oh my God, Tommy, you're beautiful!" And he was, he had a beautiful cock. "Thank you Mrs. Morrison, uh, Ann . . ." he faltered. "Are we going to . . . have sex?" "Not now, Tommy," I said, running my fingers lightly up and down that beautiful piece of man meat. "Not yet. I'm going to give you reason to want to come back, but first, I there's something you must understand." I was gently stroking his pole as I said this, my finger and thumb forming an O around his amazing cock. And DAMN the young man was HUNG! It was so thick my fingers barely touched! "This must remain absolutely secret, only between us. You and me. You must never tell a single person. If anyone ever hears a word of what's going on, it's over." "Yes, ma'am." It sounded so sweet to hear him speak so respectfully while my hand went up and down his shaft. "Good," I said, slipping from the sofa to go to my knees before him. "You were always good in my class. Now this is your reward." I leaned forward and studied his bulging cock. A glistening droplet of shiny pre-cum formed in the tiny slitted end. I parted my lips and darted out my tongue to lick it up. Mmmm. Then I opened my lips wider and took Tommy deep into my wet mouth. Tommy's cock was almost ten inches long. Bigger, in fact, than my husbands'. There was no way I could take it all in my mouth, but I could stroke his wet pole as my lips went up and down his length. My mouth full of cock, I looked young Tommy in the eye. He had a look of wonder on his face. Pulling off and holding his rod before my face like a microphone, I asked, "Do you like it, Tommy? Do you like your teacher sucking your cock?" Perhaps now is a good time to explain how this all came about. It all started when my husband and I attended a local party. I didn't know these people very well, they were people Dan, my husband, knows from his political activities. Well it became obvious that it was a sex party, or at least it had reached the point of the evening where it was about to become a sex party. The hostess had gone upstairs and when she returned she was wearing a very daring outfit - a dog collar of all things and a fishnet dress - and all she had on underneath was a black thong. She slipped a DVD into the player and an adult movie began playing their widescreen. I mean pure, raw sex, into a roomful of well-dressed people who I thought were conservatives like my Dan. Dan looked at me and said, "Honey, are you comfortable with this?" Well actually I have my position as a school teacher to consider, I can't be attending wild parties especially with people I don't know, and so I said something about maybe it's time we made our way home. What my husband doesn't know is that I've got a past. There was a point in my life I was in a relationship with a lover who shared me around like a toy, and we attended parties like the one we'd just left. I rather enjoyed this kind of sex life, actually, and I was very surprised my very conservative husband would take me to this kind of party. In the car Dan was being all apologetic. Finally I said, "Don't be, Dan. Truth be told, I'd like to do the kind of things that go on at parties like that." Well that blew his mind, to put it mildly. Later, in bed, he brought up the subject . . . "You'd be okay with the sort of things that go on at that kind of party? You'd be okay . . . doing it . . . with other men?" I shrugged, "Sure. What about you? It wouldn't bother you?" That night we enjoyed some of the best lovemaking we'd had in a long time. We do a little role-playing game where we go by different names, where we're different people. Tonight as I went down on him, Dan wanted me to call him by his golf buddy's name - this seemed to have a greater effect than usual - and when Dan entered me he called me by our hostess at the party's name, the one in the fishnet dress. When he came he filled my pussy with gallons of white-hot cream. In the morning Dan wanted to discuss the subject at length. We'd obviously stumbled upon something that really turned him on. Again, I told him I was completely at ease with the idea of doing it with other men, if that is what he wanted. "What about you, Dan?" I asked, "Wouldn't you want to make it with other women?" I was curious he hadn't brought up this aspect. As it turned out, Dan was honestly not enthusiastic about this side of things. That's not what his thing is about, apparently. His kink is about me, making it with other men. I've heard about this, of course. Like I said, I have a past. It just surprised me to see it in my straight-as-an-arrow husband. I told Dan I'd be okay with making it with other men, if having a 'hotwife' is what he wanted, and he gave me permission to have affairs. Back to blowing my young man on the sofa. Tommy was in an altered state. A young man doesn't last very long, at least not when he's got a full load. Judging by his quickened breaths and the way he was thrashing about on the sofa, this wasn't going to take very long. I alternated between going up and down on his pole, taking him deep then pulling off to nibble and lick up and down his shaft and all around the rim of his helmet. When it was obvious he was very close, I started jacking him off into my mouth, making sure to drool lots of slobber on his pole to make it nice and slick. Tommy's first shot splattered all over my lips, my cheeks and chin. I put my mouth over the head of his cock and stroked him as he spurted in my mouth. I swallowed most of his cum - I'm alright with that - then sat back and let a big glob of it spill out my lips. I wanted my student to see his straight-laced school teacher with cum splattered all over my face, and a gob of goo sliding down my chin and dripping down onto my heaving chest. As I licked Tommy clean I said all kinds of slutty things that men like to hear. "Oh God, I love cock . . . I need cock . . . I love your cock, Tommy, it's SO BIG!" And it WAS big - almost ten inches, much bigger than my husbands. As I licked up and down and swallowed his goo, it seemed like Tommy's cock was getting harder already! I could hardly wait until we fucked. When I saw Tommy off, I didn't bother covering up. I simply took him by the hand and walked him to the door in just my black lace panties, thigh-hi's and heels. I wanted Tommy to think of me as his personal fuck-toy. I kissed him at the door, a full open-mouthed tongue-kiss, so he could taste his own cum. After he left, I masturbated through my panties to the thought of Tommy's huge cock and what I planned to do with it. When Dan arrived home about an hour later, I greeted my husband in only my thigh-hi's and heels, panties and his shirt. I left the shirt unbuttoned all the way down so he could see the dried up puddle of cum on my breast, and of course I hadn't wiped the splatter of cum off my cheek or where it had drooled down my chin. I offered my husband the same French tongue-kiss I'd given my teenage lover, and when he tasted another man's cum in my mouth I could feel him hardening in his trousers. I broke the kiss, looked at him and smiled. "Did you . . .?" he asked. "Mmm-hmmm," I nodded. "Why don't you get comfortable, honey," I said, "I'll bring you your drink and we can sit on the sofa and I'll tell you all about it." Then I led him to the sofa and kissed him some more so he could taste Tommy's cum in my mouth while I massaged him through his trousers. I undid his trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear. Dan was as hard as a rock, as hard as I've ever seen him before. Looking down as I stroked his cock, I said, "I'm having an affair. What do you want to know?" "Who is he?" "Tommy." "That kid you tutored last year?" "Yeah." "What's he like?" "HUGE. Ten inches at least." Hubby's cock spurt a stream of pre-cum at the sound of this. "Did you fuck?" "No, I just sucked him off. I want to take it in stages, I don't want to scare the kid off." And then it was time to go to my knees before my husband, and suck off his raging hard-on. He came faster than ever before, and I took it all in my mouth, swallowed it, because I'm alright with that. Then I looked up and as smiled sweetly, with a line of cum spilling over my lips, running down my chin and splattering on my breasts. This was the beginning of how I became my husbands perfect little hotwife cum queen. (To be continued) The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 02 After our little time together on the sofa, Tommy called me every day for the rest of the week. I took his calls and listened for the most part, but after the second time I had to tell him, "Tommy, this isn't a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. It's not like that. That's not what's going on." I sensed that Tommy didn't understand. His only experience up until that point was the high school scene – holding hands, making out in cars. That was his point of view on dealing with the relationship. "You'd better come over here," I told him. The only way to explain it would be to show him. To get ready for this afternoon's activities I shaved my pussy. Sitting on the toilet, I first used a scissors and comb to trim it down. Then I lathered up and carefully shaved, guiding myself with a hand mirror. First I went for the 'landing strip' look; a narrow strip cropped down to no more than a 1/4", shaved completely bald from the clit on down. Hands on hips, I inspected my work in the mirror. Hmmm . . . I decided to go a little further. Seated back on the toilet, I shaved it down to a little Hitler's mustache 'down there'. That was cute, but I felt I still wasn't there. Then I shaved it down to an abbreviated little tuft of fur. Now I was getting somewhere. Then I said 'to hell with it' and shaved my pussy completely bald. Because I was careful and washed and trimmed my pussy hair down before I'd started shaving and used a fresh razor blade, it was real smooth down there, no nubs. I rubbed in some lotion and went to put on some lingerie. To suit the absolutely minimalist look down there, and to show it off, I chose a black lace bra and a pair of thigh-hi's and heels. That was it. No panties. One last look at myself in the mirror. Bald as a billiard ball 'down there' and smooth as a baby's ass. I slapped on some glossy, ruby red lipstick – to advertise my specialty, right? Now I was ready for my teenage lover. I pulled on a black silk mini-kimono and went downstairs to wait for Tommy to arrive. Tommy was happy to see me. My eyes went straight to his jeans. He was VERY happy to see me. I took by the hand and pulled him inside before greeting him properly. Tommy put his hands on my hips and pressed his body against me as we kissed. I could feel his hardness pressing against my mound as his hands went around to hold my ass. Tommy's a good kisser; we kissed long, slow and lovingly. It's a good thing I wasn't wearing any panties because I was getting wetter by the second. Finally I broke the kiss – my heart was going pitter-patter – whew! I took Tommy by the hand and we went to the little breakfast nook off the kitchen. I got him a coke and sat down. When I crossed my legs the black silk mini-kimono parted and the tops of my thigh-hi's were visible. We held hands at the table, like a pair of teenagers on a date at the malt shop or something. Except that I'm a fully grown woman, of course, dressed in black lingerie and showing some cleavage. I'm quite sure that none of the teenage girls Tommy ever dated dolled up like this for him. "It's like this, Tommy," I started. "It's not just the age difference between you and me. I'm also married, of course." Tommy squirmed a bit. "What this is about is me. My needs. Let me put it this way: I'm probably the rarest kind of woman you will ever know in your life, Tommy." Poor kid was really squirming now. I stood up, walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water because I needed to burn off this incredible nervous energy that was making my heart beat like a jack hammer. When I came back towards the nook I paused in the little entranceway, put my arm up against the wall and with the other hand I undid the sash to my kimono and let it fall open. Tommy's jaw dropped when he saw my bald pussy. "I'm a female pervert, Tommy," I said, smiling sweetly. Tommy's eyes were glued to my 'vertical smile'. "You're my boy toy, for me to play with." An explanation is in order, not only for Tommy. I have a past that even my husband is not aware of. Dan knows I was married before, of course, but he has no idea of how things were for me in that relationship, and before. Well, to begin with, I was a sexual superfreak when I was in college. Soon after I lost my virginity in my first years, my boyfriend of the time 'shared' me with his roommate. I didn't mind, I was all for it. I'd read about sexual adventures in my father's Penthouse magazines and I wanted to experience wild sex for myself. Two cocks are better than one, right? At one point I had four boyfriends, and I would rotate between them. If one of them called and wanted to go out with me, but I had something going on with the other, I'd tell him, No, not Thursday night, I'll be with Tom, or Dick, or Harry, or whoever . . . I thought my wild years would end once I graduated and got married – to my first husband – but somehow things got crazier. I had an affair - with a married man at work - and right away I regretted it, but somehow I couldn't get out of it. Sean – that was his name – had a strange sort of power over me. He used me as a sexual plaything, totally exploited me. He made a few passes at me, discrete but obvious. Damn he was good. At the time I thought I could get away with a quickie on the side with a good-looking man, but I fell under his spell. Sean started using me, making me do all kinds of risky things. He made me strip completely naked, in his office, then he made me give him a blowjob right there in front of ceiling to floor window. The construction workers across the street loved it, they were telling their buddies and pointing. It was utterly humiliating. But at the same time it was thrilling. Sean would make me give him blowjobs in his car, then I would get out and get in my car and go home to my husband. Later Sean would ask me, 'Did you kiss your husband on the lips?' What he meant of course was, did I kiss him with the mouth that had sucked him off not even thirty minutes before? Sean was cruel. He'd make me come into his office, then he'd make me open my blouse, expose my tits and give him a blowjob. When he came, he'd cum all over my tits, then he'd have me pull my bra up over all his cum, and I'd have to go all day in the office with his dried cum on my breasts. Like I said, it was utterly humiliating but I went along with it. I could have walked out of the affair any time I wanted, but I was complicit. There was a certain thrill to the risks we took, and I willingly participated in Sean's perverted games. Sean liked to humiliate me in front of others. He took me to his friend Bill's house and made me do a slutty striptease in front of his friend. "Would you like a blowjob?" he asked, "She's a total slut, she'll do anything." Bill said 'Hell yeah!' of course and I was ordered to get on my knees and suck him off. To make it worse, Sean made me look up at both Bill and himself while I was doing it. Looking Sean in the eye while I had his friend's cock in my mouth was especially humiliating. There's more, a lot more. Over the course of two years I let myself be used by Sean. I was basically as his married slut cumdumpster. He'd make me wear the sluttiest outfits to the office – my husband thought I was really daring in skirts up to here and ankle-strapped heels - but really it was about shame and humiliation. Whenever possible, Sean would make me get naked. The sharing with Bill soon progressed beyond just blowjobs. He made me bend over and grab my ankles so that he and Bill could inspect my asshole, and yes, that received as much attention as my other holes. Sean and Bill D-P'd me that afternoon. Sean was up front, we were kissing passionately as his friend Bill shafted me in the ass. Passionate, open-mouthed tongue kisses as both my holes were filled with two hard, hot poles. Bill's hands held my tits, Sean's hands were on my hips. I was cumming from the minute they plugged in, and both men came simultaneously, filling my holes with hot jizz. As humiliating as the thing was, I'm not ashamed to say I enjoyed it. Maybe not every single moment of it, but I loved living on the edge. My husband eventually found out. I really think he knew for a long time – it'd be impossible not to – and when he couldn't take it anymore he confronted me. The divorce was amicable, thank God, and we went our separate ways. I moved. I had to, there was no way I could stay anywhere near Sean. I went back to school, got my master's in education and my teacher's license, and that's how I met my second husband. My husband is a respected member of the business community and is involved in local politics - conservative – so it really surprised me to find out his kink. Everyone's got a kink, of course, although most people probably keep theirs suppressed. It turns out my husband's kink is me with other guys. At first I suspected this was because he wanted permission to get some 'strange' on the side, but he's honestly not really interested in that. He loves me, and he loves me with other men. This all came out one night after we'd left a party that was obviously a swinger event. We left right after the hostess came into the room in a fishnet minidress, high heels, a dog collar and leash and nothing else. I teach high school, and he's got his standing in the community of course, and we can't be seen attending wild parties like this. We discussed it on the way home. Hubs was surprised to learn I'd be interested in the kind of things that go on at parties like that, and I was just as surprised to learn this turned him on. Later, in bed, we went into this little role-playing game we play. Dan wanted me to call him by his golf buddy's name as I went down on him, and it was having an obvious effect. Like, I sucking and fucking his golf buddy. The next morning Dan couldn't stop talking about it. It was obvious the thought of sharing me with another man really turned him on. Finally I blurted out, "Honey, do you want me to have . . . affairs . . . with other men?" It was like the dam broke. Hubs became immediately hard in his trousers, and he was so grateful – more so than normal – when I sucked his cock, right there in the breakfast nook. The same nook where I was entertaining young Tommy right now, in fact. Needless to say, Dan and I have to be very discrete how we go about exploring this new side of our marriage. I let the silk mini-kimono drop to the floor and then turned, giving Tommy a good view of my naked ass. Looking over my shoulder a la Betty Gable, I smacked my asscheek "What do you think of Teacher now, Tommy? Do you like my ass?" My husband says I have a 'tight ass' – I was showing Tommy my dirty, slutty side. Then I turned back around, approached Tommy and cocked a heel up on a chair so my bald pussy was right in his face. Tommy - bless his heart - didn't skip a beat. Taking my asscheeks in both hands he buried his face in my slit. I put my hands on the back of his head, ran my fingers through his dark hair and pressed my wet clam against his face. Oh! His tongue felt divine! I moaned a bit as I ground my dripping wet pussy against his face, and it occurred to me this must be what it's like for a man getting a blowjob from a seated woman. This was a first for me; I never had my pussy licked standing up before. It didn't take long. My knees started buckling and I came – a little orgasm but quite wet, all over Tommy's face. Then I became too sensitive and I had to gently push him away. Tommy's face was dripping with my juices. I leaned over and kissed him, long and slow, enjoying the taste of my love juices. I was setting an example; after cumming in your lover's mouth, one should be willing to show their appreciation by kissing that mouth, deeply. Its all about sharing. Then I took Tommy by the hand. "Come, Tommy, let's sit on the sofa. Its more comfortable there." My intent was to talk it over a bit - what was going on – but as soon as we got on the sofa we kissed, long slow and lovingly. I finally broke the kiss, "Hang on Cowboy," and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. Together we got Tommy out of his shirt and pulled his trousers down, and it turned into a long, drawn out teenage makeout session. I let Tommy put his hands all over my body, of course. He was especially fascinated by my bald pussy, and of course I didn't have any problem with him finger-fucking me. At the same time I had my hand in Tommy's tightey-whiteys stroking that big beautiful pole of his. Tommy asked, "Are we going to . . . have sex . . . Mrs. Morrison?" He was so cute and innocent, it was almost laughable. "I think it's okay for you to call me Ann, Tommy, when we're both naked like this and you have your finger in my pussy," I said. "And I think we're having sex, actually . . ." "I meant . . ." "You mean are we going to fuck?" Tommy seemed to almost wince at my use of this crude language. "No, Tommy, not yet, not today. There's a few things I want to discuss with you before we do that, actually." Tommy had a kind of puzzled look on his face. "This isn't about you, Tommy, this is about me. I'm going to let you fuck me, but remember what I said the other day." "I didn't tell anybody Mrs. Morrison, I swear I didn't say a word, I won't ever say anything, ever, to anyone." "Oh, that's fine Tommy – and it's Ann, when we're alone at least. What I wanted to talk about is I actually DO want you to tell somebody . . ." Now Tommy had a really puzzled look on his face. "Do you have any friends . . . you think you could bring over . . . you know . . .?" "Well, yeah . . . I guess . . ." "I want you to bring over one of your friends, and we'll take it from there." "Okay." "Good boy. Now there's something I need to explain to you." I scooted up to a sitting position on the sofa, and put my feet up on either side of me. I grabbed my heels to keep my feet up there – stockings and heels and nothing else, legs wide open, totally wanton. "Put your hand on my pussy. There. You feel that little nubbin of flesh? That's my clitoris. Right there. Yes." What he was doing felt divine. "If you know how to pay attention to the clitoris, with your lips and tongue especially, you will be able to pleasure any woman, and any woman you pleasure that way will absolutely worship you." And then, "Oh yes, right there." My pussy was wetter than wet, I was practically squirting. We ended up in a sixty-niner that afternoon, Tommy's talented tongue doing a number on my clit and my wet hole. I was cumming all over Tommy's face while I sucked him and sucked him and sucked him and stroked him until he came buckets of white hot lava into my mouth and all over my lips and face. So much more joyful and pleasurable having an affair with Husband's permission . . . (To be Continued) The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 03 After Tommy came in my mouth and all over my face I licked him clean, then hustled him to the door. “My husband will be home any minute now!” I intentionally didn’t clean his cum off my face. Instead I made him kiss me on the lips, taste his own cum on my lips. Then I hustled him out the door. I was still standing in the living room in just my thigh-hi’s and heels and nothing else when Dan came home. He looked at me with a certain look on his face. His eyes darted down to my pussy, completely shaved bald, then his gaze lifted to my breasts. My cum splattered breasts. Then he looked again at my face. My cum splattered face. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he took me in his arms and kissed me, deep. Kissed me on the lips that not thirty minutes before were sucking the cock of my teen lover. He could taste Tommy’s cum in my mouth, no doubt. His hands found my bare ass, his fingers explored my crack. His fingers felt my pussy; hot, dripping wet. Dan pushed me down on the sofa and went to his knees before me. I opened my legs for him. He dived right in. Oh, bliss . . . He paused in his worship of my clam, looked up. “He didn’t . . . fuck you?” “No, darling. I’m saving that, for when you’re there.” “Mmmm!!!” Hubby went back down on me, like a starving man. Eating of the food which never fills. Hubby gives good head. He tickles and licks my clitty, dives into my hole with his wet tongue, laps long all the way from my purty puckered pink rosebud all along my slit then lingers around my clit. Oh how he makes me squirt. I wrapped my stocking clad legs about his head and shoulders. When Dan started sucking on my clit like its a little cock and finger fucking my wet hole with two fingers, rubbing right there on my G-spot, I came. And when I came, I came in waves, squirting love juices all over his face. That was enough play for the moment – I made him wait for his. I didn’t cover up, either, just put on my bra, but allowed Hubby to enjoy the sight of my bald pussy while I brought him his evening drink, and served dinner. I put on an apron while I cooked, didn’t want to get any splatter, but my ass was still delightfully exposed. We enjoyed small talk over dinner – I in my black lace bra and cum-stained face and tits, he in his conservative suit and tie. Afterwards I led the way upstairs, offering Hubs a nice view of my naked ass. The lovemaking was outstanding – Hubby’s cock was as hard as a rock. I joyfully dangled my feet above him, dug my fingernails into his ass as he pumped into me like a piston and when he came, his cock pulsed strong and forceful. His hot jizz leaked out the sides, there was hot goo everywhere. I really am enjoying the new direction our life is taking. * * * As we lay in the afterglow of our lovemaking, Hubs and I discussed the exciting new direction our marriage was taking. I like to curl up on his chest, my leg over his, pressing my sopping wet pussy on his thigh. “Have you and Tommy fucked yet?” He was asking about my former student and current teenage lover. “No, not yet. I’ve only blown him a few times. I wanted him to want more, to keep him coming back.” “Can I . . . is it okay for me . . . you know what I want . . .” “Uh-huh,” I said. I knew where he was going. I also knew it was difficult for him to say it. “To be there . . . when you do it? Are you OK with me watching?” My husband’s kink was a whole new thing for me, and quite frankly really blindsided me. Dan is a very conservative guy, active in local Republican politics. When found ourselves at a rather risqué party one evening, well, because of Dan’s standing as a local pillar of the community and my job as a teacher at the local high school, we had to distance ourselves from this sort of thing. But on the way home Dan expressed an interest in these kind of . . . ahem . . . “extra-curricular activities” and I, quite frankly, was pleasantly surprised. I looked up at my husband. “Do you really want to do that? Are you really okay with watching me do it with another man?” Dan didn’t have to reply. I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. It twitched again, then pulsed. I reached down to feel him hardening in my hand. “Oh wow, Dan, this thing really does turn you on, doesn’t it?” Kinky sex doesn’t freak me out. I’ve got a past that is kinkier and dirtier than anything my husband is suggesting, but I thought that part of my life was over when I married Dan. I love Dan with all my heart – that’s why I married him – but admittedly I missed that side of my life. To be able to go out and indulge in sexual adventure, I’m so happy that door has opened up again! I love sex, I just don’t know how I’ve managed to remain faithful in a monogamous relationship all these years. Day in, day out, I think of nothing but sex. I am addicted to sex and I’m so grateful Hubs has suddenly given me permission to have affairs because I'm too weak to resist a cock when it's front of me. I'm a forty-something petite brunette, green eyes, I’ve been told I’m beautiful, and from the way men and women alike look at me I know it’s true. I’m a former gymnast, dancer, and I work out a lot at the gym with a physical trainer. I like to maintain a finely-toned body. Suddenly this is all the more important, now that I’m seducing a much younger man. “Can I tell you what I want?” I asked Hubs. “Sure.” “Anything goes, right? You won’t freak out?” I figured where he was coming from was already so far into the SuperFreak Zone, what I was about to suggest would fit right in. “Say it.” “I want more than one cock.” “Uh-huh. Two-on-one, huh?” “That’d be fine, just to get things started, but there’s something I’ve always wanted to try . . .” “Go on,” he replied tentatively. “Lots of cocks. I want to do a . . . a gang-bang . . .” Oh my, when I said those words Hubby’s cock got as hard as a rock in my hand. I didn’t even wait for a reply, I just went down and began kissing and nuzzling my husband’s beautiful cock. I took him in my mouth and began humming. Hubby ran his fingers through my hair and gently pushed the back of my head. I let him fuck my face. “Oh Honey . . . oh Honey . . .” he moaned, “You can do anything you want . . .” He came relatively quickly, which surprised me, so soon on the heels of a previous ejaculation. I swallowed his load, of course, because I’m okay with that. I kept his cock in my mouth for awhile after, sucked him clean, then looked up, let a line of cum and slobber drool down my chin. I held his still semi-stiff cock up against the side of my face, like the porno girls do. Absolutely wanton. “Can I?” I asked, “Can I really do a gang-bang?” “You can do anything you want, Ann,” he sighed, “Anything at all . . .” Hubby and I have been making plans for where this thing is going. (To be continued) The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 04 Tommy called a few times during the week and we talked, almost like teenagers on the phone. He was having a difficult time putting it all into perspective. I'd told him this wasn't about him and it wasn't about he and I, it was about me, exploring my sexuality. But he couldn't fully grasp the concept, of course. He's still just a kid, right out of high school. To be honest I've been playing Tommy along, intentionally. I hadn't let him get to 'home plate' yet - I didn't want to sell the farm, as it were. I don't want him losing interest with an older woman. Not until I get what I want out of him first. And that's what Saturday was all about. "Tell you what, Tommy. Can you come over and do some work for me in the backyard? I'll gladly pay you." Of course he said yes. "Do you think you could bring over a friend to help you? There's a lot of work to do, a lot of tree limbs to be cut back, and brush to be cleared. I'll pay him, too." There was a lot of work to do, but not the kind of work I was talking about. And I was definitely going to make it worth their while. I greeted the boys at the door wearing short shorts to show off my legs, wedgie sandals to sculpt my calves and butt - the kind with cloth straps that wrap around halfway up your calf - and a loose fitting long-sleeved white silk blouse, tied up between my breasts in front to show off some cleavage. No bra, of course. Their jaws dropped when they saw Teacher greeting them this way at the door, but hey, it's Saturday, right? "Oh hello, Chris," I said, extending my hand. Tommy had brought along another one of my students. "I haven't seen you since you graduated. What are you doing with yourself." "Oh, er, um," Chris seemed to be having difficulty composing himself. "I'm, uh, going to State in the fall." "Oh that's good. What are you studying?" I made small talk as I led the boys through the house - letting them study my ass in those short shorts - to the where the sliding glass doors open onto the porch. I walked the boys around the backyard, showing them what needed to be done, and the shed where my husband keeps his yard tools. In the shade the freshness of the air was cool enough to cause my nipples to stiffen and poke thru the thin silk cloth of the top I wore. It was thrilling to see the boys eyes dart to my chest then back up as I spoke about what needed to be done. I left the boys to it. It wasn't a complete subterfuge, there really was some work to be done. While they worked I went to my computer and worked on what you've read in the past episodes. After a couple of hours had gone by, I decided it was time to call the boys in for a cool drink of lemonade in the shade of the porch. Time to lure them in for Phase Two of the operation. As we sat around the wrought iron table drinking lemonade in the shade of the patio, the cool air did its thing to my nipples again. It amused me how the young men struggled to maintain eye contact. During the course of our small talk I managed to inform them that my husband was not home, in fact he was out of town for the weekend. This was a complete fabrication, of course. Hubs was actually lurking around upstairs, waiting for The Show. Finally I said, "Let's take it inside." I sat the boys down on the leather sofa, then perched myself between them. I was facing them - Chris to my left, Tommy to my right - with my legs tucked underneath me. The boys were absolutely mesmerized by my cleavage, of course. "So, uh, Tommy, does Chris know about . . . us?" "Uh, no, Mrs. Morrison . . . I haven't said anything to anybody . . . like you said." "That's a good boy," I patted Tommy in his lap. Right on top of where his boner was "pitching a tent" in fact. "Well," I said, looking at Chris. His face was a combination of awe and confusion, "there's something I need to get off my chest." I took a deep breath and as my breasts strained against the thin cloth, I undid the knot tying the ends of the silk blouse and let it fall open. My pulse raced to the thrill of exposing myself brazenly like this. Chris's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, and Tommy's hard-on pulsed beneath my palm. "Tommy and I are . . ." I wanted to say 'having an affair' but somehow that sounded too exclusive, and my next move, of course, was to include Chris. "Well, let's just say that there's a side of your teacher's life you weren't aware of, of course, and Tommy's been enjoying this aspect of my personality." "I'm a sexual adventuress," I shrugged. "And now, Chris, you get to become part of my next adventure." My boobs are pretty big for my small frame, 34D, and quite firm, considering, and right now they were pointing out at the boys, the silk blouse falling away on either side. I put my hand on Chris' lap, right over where HIS boner was 'pitching a tent'. "Oh! Somebody's happy to see me!" I laughed, and my breasts jiggled. I fumbled with his fly, a difficult task one-handed, as my other hand was on Tommy's crotch. I finally got it undone and fished out Chris's hard cock. I was pleased to see it was as big as Tommy's cock - larger than my husbands, in fact - pulsing hard in my hand with a swollen red knob on top. I practically drooled at the sight of this beautiful tool I held in my hand. "So, Chris, are you OK with this?" Chris mumbled something through dry lips and I took this to be the affirmative. "Now before this thing goes any further, Chris, you're going to have to agree to the same thing that Tommy agreed to." I paused for effect. "Nobody - absolutely no-one - is to know about this. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am," he whispered. "Good," I said. And as a reward, I bent over and took Chris's cock deep into my parted lips. Tommy's cock pulsed beneath my right hand. It had been a long time since I sucked a cock with another man looking on. There were the humiliating episodes Sean had put me through, during the affair I'd carried on in my first marriage, and the experience was not the most pleasant, to say the least. This time I liked it. I thrilled to the forbidden aspect of it all. I was breaking several taboos all at once and the sensations sweeping over my being were overwhelming. I was sucking the cock of a young man, more than twenty years my junior. I was sucking this young man's cock - as a married woman, of course - in my husband's house, with my husband right upstairs. And I was sucking this beautiful cock in front of an audience - Tommy had his cock out and I was stroking it in my other hand in fact as I pleasured Chris with my mouth. Oh, it was so thrilling! I've been waiting oh, so long for this adventure, and finally . . . finally things were starting to line up. I let Tommy go so I could tuck my hair behind my ear, give him a good view of Teacher's red lips wrapped around his friend's cock. Tommy put his fingers through my hair and gently pushed my head up and down on Chris's hard rod. I love that. Finally I broke, sat back. My chest was heaving. Chris had a glazed look on his face. I had his wet, slobbery cock in my hand. "We need to get you boys in the shower. You're all hot and sweaty." The plan was to get them upstairs, of course, so Hubby could spy on the festivities from the closet. I made a lot of noise as I marched the boys upstairs, so Hubs would know to duck and hide, wherever he was lurking. It occurred to me he was probably in the walk-in closet as I led them through the master bedroom, into our large bathroom. We have a large shower area, a small room in itself done in sandstone, with a heavy glass partition and door. We undressed and I led my young men in there. Oh! It was glorious! I was right where I wanted to be - naked in the shower with the needles of hot water streaming down, between two strong young men and with a hard young cock in each hand. I went to my knees. I wanted to do that thing they do in the porn movies, where the girl takes a cock in each hand and sucks them both off, alternately. The boys seemed to like it. There's nothing like having a mouthful of cock. Except having TWO cocks to alternate between! The jets of water were streaming down, plastering my hair to my skull as I sucked them off, each one in turn. The water pouring down made it difficult to look up, however. Eventually I had to get back up on my feet. I faced Chris, put my arms around his neck and pressed my boobs against his chest. His hard cock was poking against my bald cunny. "Mmmm, I'm going to love playing with you," I said, and we kissed. Mmmm, a nice long slow open-mouthed soul kiss in the shower. Tommy had his hands on my hips. I could feel the heat of his hard cock rubbing up against my ass. TWO cocks rubbing up against me - one to the front, one behind me. Oh it was bliss. I turned, put my arms about Tommy and we kissed, long, slow and lovingly. By now I was straddling his hard, hot cock. I spread my legs as much as possible and remain standing, and said, "Go ahead, Lover. Put it in." My honey hole was dripping wet. I was ready. Tom's hard cock entered me. Oh! The heat of his prick felt FANTASTIC! I went up on the balls of my feet, let him get the right angle, and went down. Tom's length was fully inside my wet pussy. Now Chris' was rubbing his cock up against my ass. Oh my God, he was pressing the head of his hot cock between the cheeks of my ass. Oh my God. "Here," I said, handing him a bottle of baby oil I'd strategically placed in the shower beforehand. "Use this." Then I put both arms back about Tommy's neck and pulled myself up, went up as far as I could on the balls of my feet so that Chris could get the right angle. I felt the hard head of his cock pressing against my rosebud. "Go ahead, lover. I'm ready," I whispered. His hard cock felt terrific between my round, soapy asscheeks. His rod was violating the cheeks of my ass. The head of his cock was pressing against my asshole; I was quite ready for his hard cock. I held on tight to Tommy, my body was pressed up against his and Tommy's lips were on mine. I went up on the balls of my feet the head of his cock popped right in, right up to the rim of the helmet. I parted my lips and cried out as Chris' cockhead penetrated my butthole. "OH! Ahhh!" Then, sensing his pause, "No, don't stop! Go in!" That was all the encouragement Chris needed. He grasped my hips firmly, gave a mighty thrust and was DEEP INSIDE MY ASS - balls to the walls. Suddenly we were doing it. Doing it in the ass. OH MY GOD! Now I was being penetrated in both my holes! I could barely breathe! I held on to Tommy tight, my face against his chest. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" I cried. I felt incredible heat and tightness as his rod penetrated my butt. Tommy had to hold it in place, while with every thrust from behind I went up on the balls of my feet and moaned, "OOOHHHH!!" Chris's length went deeper, deeper still into my ass. I was totally impaled on his rod. My boobs were pressed against Tommy's chest, his hot rod up my cunt while Chris fucked my backdoor. I began to slip into a strange out-of-body experience as I got fucked in the pussy and in the ass; it was almost as if I were I was a large exotic insect pinned to a board, unable to escape while at the same time being buggered and fucked. The effect of being fucked simultaneously in the pussy and the ass began sending me into an extended series of orgasmic convulsions, incredibly enough, even as Chris's thrusts up my asshole became harder and more purposeful. I was pressed against Tommy, my face was up against his chest, eyes shut, lips parted, the running water splattering down upon us as I took it, took his big ramrod right up my poopchute. Then I felt my pussy gripping Tommy's cock, clenching hard as wave after orgasmic wave rolled over me. All the while Chris continued to pump his cock up my asshole. When I finally went over the edge Chris came, pumping gallons of white-hot goo deep into the crevices of my ass. Tommy came right after that. I was shuddering and shaking at the sensations of first one then another cock pulsing deep in me - first up by tight ass, then up my wet love hole. Oh my God. Finally it was over, and it was time to detach. We looked sheepishly at each other as we washed off with soap. The boys took towels to me and patted me dry, made me feel like Cleopatra emerging from her bath. As they attended to me, I caught a glimpse through the partly open doorway. It was Hubs, moving out of the room. As the boys climbed back into their clothes, I remained nude. I like walking around the house naked, and it gave me a thrill to walk them to the front door and see them off that way. When I turned around, there was Hubs. He was looking at me like a tiger looking at a piece of fresh meat. What happened next really surprised me. My husband took me by the hand, walked me back into the living room and pushed me toward the sofa. When I sat down he parted my legs and buried his face in my freshly fucked pussy and proceeded to give me the tongue-fucking of my life. He even darted his tongue up my freshly-fucked asshole. I am REALLY enjoying our new life! (To be continued . . .) The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 05 The events of the previous chapters describe the recent experiences of my lovely husband and I. As a result of our new explorations, we are experiencing a renewed sense of excitement to our sex lives. It's like everything is new again. About six months ago, we were guests at a dinner evening that was obviously a sex party, although at first I was not aware of this. When the hostess left the room and returned in a fishnet minidress, heels, a dog-collar and nothing else, my husband Dan turned to me and said, "We should probably leave." Dan is a figure in the local business community and is involved in Republican politics, and I teach high school, so we can't really be involved in these kind of wild parties. But on the way home, as we discussed the situation, my husband Dan and I learned a little more about each other. During our lovemaking my husband has always seemed to enjoy hearing me describing myself having sex with other men, even his friends. He loves this form of teasing flirt. I always regarded it as a kind of harmless fantasy-play. Now I was becoming aware that for my husband there was more to it than a dirty-talking kink. As I mentioned before, I have a past. During my first marriage, I had an affair. A guy at my work, actually. At the time, I thought I could get away with it, that it was harmless "office sex". We were both married, after all. Sean was very engaging. I was drawn to his intellect, and his natural ability to stir up a conversation. Over the course of several weeks, our relationship grew from just work friends and conversationalists to something deeper. When I talked, he listened. When he talked, it was with authority and confidence. He touched a part of me that I wasn't getting (in my marriage to my first husband) and I liked it. I didn't even try to convince myself that nothing would happen. I thought I could take the risk, that I wouldn't be sacrificing my marriage. It was only thrill seeking. I was in love with my husband. Not Dan -- I'm talking about my first husband. Well after the brief encounter at the sex party -- the one we left early from - some themes started emerging during foreplay; about me having sex with friends of his and what it would be like. I shared with Dan part of my past and it proceeded into a lovemaking session of raging passion. I proceeded to tell him how Sean would find ways to meet me alone in the hallways at the office and cop a feel or take my hand and hold it against his erection. I liked it. Things progressed. I was going out a lot to 'visits' and my unsuspecting husband was OK with this. One time we worked on a project for a whole Saturday and during a break, Sean pinned me against the wall with his body and kissed me hard. Not long after we first began our special 'friendship' Sean was feeling me up and I was rubbing his crotch and we were finding more and more opportunities to be around each other. I was drawn to his authority and power over me. He demanded submission and I complied. Once, during the middle of the work day, he told me to come into his office. He closed the door and locked it and told me nobody would disturb us. Then he told me to drop to my knees in front of him. He took out his cock and I sucked him off, all the way to completion. My blouse was open, my bra unclasped. I was holding up my beautiful 34Ds and I let him shoot his load all over my boobs. Sean would have me get down on my hands and knees and he would rub his swollen cock all up and down the crack of my ass and then enter me from behind and that was my favorite position. Doggy style. It made me feel so subservient. When Sean was screwing me from behind like this he liked talking dirty to me, talking absolutely down to me. "Take it bitch. Take my hard cock. I'm fucking your cunt." And I'd comply. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me. I'm your little fuck slut. Fuck me." Soon he was shooting his hot jizz deep my sopping wet cunt. I shared with Dan one particularly intense moment. It was early one morning, I'd arrived to help Sean prepare for an important meeting at ten. But instead of going over papers and what not, Sean had his way with me. I guess you could say he raped me, except for the fact that I was willing, and complied. Sean made me open my blouse. By this time all my bras were front clasp and so of course I bared my breasts to him. Sean shoved me my knees on the floor. His hands wrapped around my hair and I had no choice but to do what he said. I felt scared and tried to pull back but he wouldn't let me. He said very firmly "SUCK MY COCK! TAKE IT! OPEN YOUR MOUTH. NOW. OPEN. OPEN." Then he began to moan and buck his hips into my face. His hands in my hair grabbed harder and pulled as he actually fucked my mouth. Sean held the back of my head while he filled my mouth with his cock. When he shot his load his cock spurted hot cum into the back of my mouth. I swallowed his load, of course. Like a good girl. Then Sean lifted my chin and I looked in his eyes while a line of his thick goo dripped down my chin and puddled up on my breasts. I felt like a complete and utter cum slut. It was incredible. I was dripping wet. At that moment I felt like I would have done anything he had asked me to do. All I wanted was for him to take me and use me. As I was telling my husband these events of long ago, his cock was turning into a flag pole. It dawned on me that he seemed to be getting just a bit too excited, too turned on by stories of my past sexual escapades with other men. There was something more going on within my husband's head than simply dirty fantasies energizing the heat of our passions. We had reached a moment of truth. I looked Dan in the eyes and asked him how far did he really want to go with this thing. It was the only way I knew how to broach the subject, but we both knew what it was we were really talking about. Now remember, our lives up until this time had been completely vanilla flavored. Staunch conservative husband, Little-Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes schoolteacher wife. For me Dan has always been as solid as a rock. Our marriage was normal in every respect and while at times I may have missed aspects of my former life, I am very appreciative of everything being married to Dan represents. We even go to church on Sundays, and I enjoy it. But the encounter at the sex party -- as brief and innocuous as it was -- might be considered tasting the forbidden fruit. Layers of denial that I didn't even know were there just melted away from my husband's persona. The favorable reaction to my admissions during our lovemaking, about sex with other men, well I guess this told me it was time to be honest. Finally Dan admitted it, that it was truth; he'd really like to see me have sex with another man. We had an amazing sexual experience that night, because of the honesty. Not to mention I gave him a visual of me doing who knows what with another man. As I lay nuzzled under his arm, my husband began to ask all sorts of questions. Each "how" and "where" and "when" and "what" question he came up with only made my pussy hotter and wetter. Soon I was stroking his rod and telling him more and more. Well then Dan was at the Point of No Return, but I was spent; I could not fuck. So I went down on him like a good wife and jacked him off into my mouth. When he came I swallowed, I don't have a problem with that. When I came up for air I told Dan I was too tired to discuss it anymore; if he wanted he could write down his questions for me to read and I'd answer them as well as I was able. The next morning at breakfast -- after our memorable night of beautiful lovemaking -- Dan presented me with a typed list of questions he'd somehow found time to write. His questions were much more direct than I expected him capable of and he demanded complete and total honesty. Dan concluded his list with a little epilogue assuring me he wasn't mad and that he wanted only to increase our passion for each other. I gave my husband the truth and nothing but the truth! The fact that I was completely truthful about all of the sex play I had engaged in with Sean, and the adventures I'd gotten up to before that in college, was fuel to my husband's hungry fire. I assured my husband that this was all in my past, and he believed me. I let Dan know that I ruined my first marriage thru my self-centered behavior, and I was not going to take a chance of ruining this marriage. I love my husband. I will also tell you that I love giving head and there is no doubt that Dan is always satisfied after getting his blowjob. I have never balked at taking my husband all the way to completion in my mouth. I love the way he tastes and how it feels when he is spurting into my mouth. But my admissions led him to realize that he is not the first guy to gag me on his cock. One of his written questions I had to answer was, "Did you let him cum in your mouth or did he force you to swallow him?" I dutifully answered, "I sucked off Sean many times and I let him cum in my mouth, he did not force me, and I swallowed, every time." Oh my! Now all I can think about is how Dan imagines me kneeling in front of another man, taking his load, and it's obvious he wants to see it in person. Sex with Dan these last few days has been absolutely incredible. We fantasize about me with another man, getting to know him over dinner and then proceeding to break the news gently that we're into sharing. Dan always knew I had an edge but now that he knows fully of my past and he's willing to let me play out my slutty side. We began seriously considering entertaining, bringing another man in for some creative sexual play. And that's where Tommy came in -- my former student - and the events of the past couple of weeks. And now having finally made it with Tommy, and his friend Chris as well, while Hubby watched, we were ready to take it to the next level. (To Be Continued . . .) The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 06 Tommy called a few times during the week, again, like before. The poor kid didn't know how to deal with the relationship. All he knew about women from his point of view was "going steady", which only meant that was the only girl you were allowed to dance with at high school dances, and make out sessions in cars. I'd listen thoughtfully to what he had to say, make a comment here and there. But every time we talked on the phone, when it was my turn to speak I'd remind him that this wasn't a romance thing, we weren't boyfriend-girlfriend, that what was going on was all about me and my needs. I started hinting that that this thing included my husband, because that was the intent all along. It was time to take it to the next level with Tommy. The episode in the shower with Tommy and his friend Chris was fantastic of course – 'D-P' – it's been a while since I've had it, a long while. My husband Dan has fooled around with me 'back there' a few times over the years – fingering my butthole during lovemaking – but he's never penetrated me. Things have been pretty much vanilla flavored in our marriage. Of course now things are different. We've been discussing the concept and I've been bringing it up regularly during our fantasy-play during lovemaking. For me 'D-P' is a win-win. I did it with my first husband once with a vibrator up my ass . . . he could feel the vibrations while he fucked my pussy and this made him happy. As for myself, well, "Oooohhh aaaahhhhh ooooohhhhh . . ." Oh my God, I was DYING. Like I said I have a past, and it started long before my first marriage, way back in my first year in college. I was a young girl of 19, I saw it in porn and I got it in my head that I MUST try 'D-P'. At first, I tried it with my boyfriend of the time. We did anal and I used a vibrator vaginally and it was some of the best sex I've ever had up until that time. Multiple orgasms. I came close to passing out from all the screaming and moaning. It took me a little bit to catch my breath when we were done. There was no question I would do it again, next time with another guy involved. Finally the opportunity presented itself. One afternoon over at my college boyfriend's house, his roommate was there and we were doing some bowls of good weed and partying. At some point I let the boys know my body was 'on-limits' - the roommate as well - and we started fooling around. I was giving Room Dog a blow job while my boyfriend gave it to me from the rear, doggy-style. When I felt the head of his cock prodding my 'backdoor' I turned and said, "If you want to fuck me back there, lover, then there's something I've always wanted to try." We did it right there in the living room. I straddled Room Dog, took his cock in my pussy leaning over the back of the sofa while my lover gave it to me in the ass. Room Dog came first so he went and got a dildo so Boyfriend could continue DP-ing me. I was sighing and moaning and I swear we must have gone at it for at least two hours. DP had been a fantasy of mine since I first learned about it watching porn, but let me tell you, that night was so far beyond how good it looks in porn . . . I don't even have words . . . Afterwards we all just crashed into a sweaty heap in the living room and nodded off. To this day I have never been so relaxed, so spent and so thoroughly fucked. I came three times that night purely through anal and without being touched. When we woke the next day we ended up going at it again. To this day I still don't know how I didn't break in two. Boy those were good times. Me riding one while taking the other up my ass from behind worked just fine for me and I was thrilled. I really enjoyed having one in my pussy and one in my ass. It felt awesome, but I really wanted to complete it with one in my mouth as well. Of course with Sean - my lover with whom I cheated on my first husband - well he forced me through my paces let's put it that way. As much as Sean abused and exploited me, some of the best sex I ever had was during my time with him. As far as Sean was concerned I was his sex toy and I was totally complicit. I let him play with me, have his way with me, anything and everything. That was the nature of the relationship, and one of the things Sean got kick out of was sharing his toy with others. One afternoon Sean took over to a friend of his, Neil. Neil was a professional photographer, quite successful in his field. There were framed black and white poster-sized prints of his work all around the house. They were quite good, actually. We were sitting around a nice bar set up he had overlooking the deck and a nice view of his land out to a lake. The guys were having beers and talking about sports. I accepted a glass of wine because I knew something was coming and I wanted to be relaxed, ready for whatever Sean was about to throw my way. By this stage in our affair Sean had me dressing for him like a sexy office slut; as risqué and I could get away with. That day I was wearing a silk blouse in dark purple and electric blue stripes that fastened in the back, high neck collar but with a vertical slit right in the middle. No bra of course, I'd taken that off when we'd left the office. A black miniskirt, stockings and strappy heels completed my slut look. My first husband – he was my husband at the time of the affair – must have thought his wife was a real hot mama. Little did he know. It didn't surprise me in the least when Sean nodded in my direction and asked Neil, "So what do you think?" Neil hemmed and hawed because he didn't know where this was going, so Sean said, "She's a total sexual superfreak. She's willing to do anything." He wasn't lying. I was and I am. "Do you want to try her out? You can." Sean shrugged. Now Neil was looking at me differently, practically leering, like a tiger that smelled fresh meat. Then he smiled. Neil had a charming smile. I think he enjoyed seeing the blush spread across my pretty face. I downed my wine, reached out and took Neil's hand, and let him slip in into the slit in the front of my blouse, let him feel me up. Right there in front of Sean. Neil looked at Sean and Sean said, "Go ahead. Have your way with her." Neil led me down the hall to a bedroom and we got straight to it. Just like that. No act of seduction, no chatting up, we just got undressed and got in bed. I felt like a prostitute. Neil sat back in a large armchair and had me strip for him. He undid his shirt and while I undressed his blue eyes never left mine. My heart raced with excitement when I saw his muscular build. He kicked off his shoes and loosened his trousers, undid his fly. I could see the bulge of what looked like a mighty python in there. I stood in front of Neil wearing only a pair of string-sided panties, thigh-hi's and heels, feeling the thrill of exposing myself naked to a new lover for the first time. At that point Neil did something quite unexpected. He reached to a side table, picked up an expensive-looking SLR camera and snapped a picture of me. At the time I thought 'oh well, it's for his private collection.' There was nothing I could do about it - making a scene was meaningless; Sean and I were both cheating on our spouses – and honestly I was into the moment and I didn't want to break the spell. "Come over here and get down on your knees," he said. Kneeling in front of him, I slowly pulled down his trousers. It was difficult to get them off because of his powerful erection. As his big cock came free, it sprang up nearly to his belly. His cock was bigger than average. Sean hadn't told me that Neal was hung like a horse. I was pleased to see his tool, and the thought crossed my mind that if he knew how to wield his big cock the way Sean does, I was in for a very good time. I started giving him a blowjob with a lot of slobber, running my lips and tongue up and down his length. After a lot of touching and moaning, I parted my lips and took him fully into my wet mouth. For what it's worth, I like giving head. Scratch that, I love giving head, and I'm quite good at it. I honestly wonder if I prefer sucking to fucking because I get totally wet and aroused when my mouth is stuffed full of hard cock; it's my favorite thing to do. So I was down on my knees, my face in Neil's lap, totally engulfing his tool in my mouth when Sean appeared in the room. I looked into his eyes, my mouth full of Neil's cock. At this stage in the relationship nothing fazed me anymore so I continued to slobber all over Neil's log as Sean undressed. 'Oh boy, here we go again,' I thought. Joyfully, I might add. We moved it to the mattress and I continued my oral attentions on Neil's hard cock while Sean started warming up my ass. He slid into me and I moaned with my mouth full of Neil's cock. Then I climbed on top of Neil and rode him while Sean prodded my ass and Neil went to town fucking me. It was by far the most intense perma-gasm I have ever experienced. Yes, perma-gasm. It's a female thing. Then they both pulled out and came all over my face. It was absolutely glorious. I loved it, and there were repeat performances, so the other day's episode in the shower was nothing new, it was just the latest. I can't wait to have two cocks pounding away inside of me again. The plan now is, now that I've made it with my young boyfriend Tommy and his friend Chris, to make it with my husband looking on. Soon. It's what he wants. The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 07 Pick up where I left off. Tommy had been calling, after the three-way with Chris and D-P in the shower. He was struggling with the true nature of our relationship, and I can't say I blame him. All he knew about women from his point of view was dry-humping girls at high school dances, and make out sessions in cars. Suddenly he's dealing with the wants, needs and desires of a fully mature woman. A fully mature woman who also happens to be a female pervert, that is. Yesterday I was discussing my penchant for 'D-P' -- dual penetration (just in case you've been living under a rock for the past twenty years or you just emerged from a coma). As I mentioned, I've experienced this aspect of sex in the past and enjoyed it. Best. Sex. Ever. But since I married my second husband I've only had it with a dildo and my husband, or with two dildos. My husband always seemed to enjoy watching that, and that should have told me something about his kink (that I have only now become aware of). Now that my husband and I are entering into a new and exciting openness in our marriage, it is my desire to experience it again. As I mentioned earlier, we have this little role-playing game in bed where Dan has me calling him by his golf buddy's or business colleagues' names during our lovemaking. I do it to please him and it certainly pleases him. Then there was the episode, the sex party where we left early. That night we did the role-playing game and Dan had me calling him by our hostess's husband's name. Dan loved me harder and more fervently that night than ever before; it was obvious he had a thing about me doing it with another man. Afterward -- in the afterglow -- we discussed it. Dan was very interested: if given the chance, would I do it with another man? He was pushing a little too hard for direct answers but I managed to field them with non-committal answers. There were a lot of maybes, I don't knows, depends on the situation, and other answers like that. I wasn't willing to go too far with it; I didn't want to possibly jeopardize what I have going with my husband. The next morning, Dan was right back on the same subject. His persistence was actually getting annoying. Out of frustration, I asked "What do you want me to do just go out and have an affair, have sex with other men?" His answer surprised me. He said "No, I want to watch." Then he went on to tell me about how exciting it would be to see me doing something with another man. Dan is actually more interested in watching then participating. That to me is weird but I didn't tell him that. I was honest enough to tell him that it would be really strange doing something like that with him watching. Of course the whole concept intrigued me, turned me on even, but I didn't tell my husband that. It quite surprised me when I first became aware of this side of my husband's sexuality. We're a conservative couple -- believe it or not -- he's a respected member of the local business community, active in Republican politics, I'm a high school math teacher. I've got a past, of course, but up until recently I'd resigned myself to a vanilla-flavored relationship for the rest of my life. I do love my husband and I've had my kicks, so this was tolerable. Now it turns out that my husband seems to be turned on by the concept of watching me have sex with another man. I think I'd be able to handle seeing him with another girl, this is totally plausible, but surprisingly he's really not expressed a great deal of desire to go in this direction. Personally I've never been a jealous person, so I'm pleased to learn my husband doesn't have a problem with the idea of me being with someone else. In fact, that's his kink. Ever since the party he hardly talked about anything else. I could tell this was something he really wanted. Finally, I told him that it would feel weird having sex with another man with him just watching. I explained that it might be different if he participated but I couldn't just put on a sex show. Dan responded, "Would it feel weird for you to give another man a blow job, with me sitting right there watching?" I told him I could probably do that and even admitted that might be fun under the right circumstances. He knows I enjoy giving blowjobs. Of course, my good girl image is totally a factor. Dan has mentioned several times about being completely surprised that I would consent to anything like that happening. Actually, my good girl school teacher image was a major factor in all of this. A large part of the turn on for Dan -- his kink - is for me breaking that image, especially with my former students. Its time long overdue to live out this fantasy of both of ours; me doing it with another man, in front of Dan. And so I initiated the thing with Tommy. Up until now, Tommy had no awareness about my husband's part in it. He knows I want group sex -- more of the thing with Chris and him -- and he knows his part in arranging this. But up until now Tommy had no idea about my husband's kind; for me to have sex with other men in front of him. Dan and I had decided that we were ready to take it to the next level. We decided to have Tommy come over, he and Dan would hang out in the Man Cave, down in our finished basement, watch football and have a few beers. Then I'd come down and the fun would really begin. Fast forward to Sunday. I spoke on the phone with Tommy, in the kitchen. Dan was in the basement watching football. Two different levels of the house. "Hello Tommy." "Hello Mrs. Morrison." I think it's cute when he calls me Mrs. Morrison -- like from the days when I was his high school math teacher. Normally I tell him to call me Ann but I thought perhaps his mother is in the room or something. "Would you be interested in me coming over to watch football?" "That'd be cool. Should I bring Chris over?" "No. Not this time. Later, definitely. Today it will be just you and me." I didn't mention my husband Dan would be with us this time, looking on. Didn't want to spook the kid. The next thing that went through my head was what I should wear. Most days when I am just lounging around the house, I don't wear much. My normal attire is one of Dan's dress shirts and nothing else and this day was no exception. It was a blue Brooks Brothers shirt, button down collar -- you know the deal. I went into the bedroom to put some clothes on. I laid out some jeans and a top. Then while looking in my underwear drawer, I thought to myself, 'Why bother?' Whatever I put on probably wouldn't stay on very long after Tommy got here. I decided to just go with the shirt, a black miniskirt and a pair of black lace panties, and spent the time with my hair and make-up. I undid a button to let more than a little bit of cleavage show, and then I went downstairs. Dan eyes went up and down "Very nice!" and he told me I looked sexy. I have to admit I was nervous and Dan seemed even more nervous. This would be the first time we went through with it - 'did it' - with Dan in the room watching. Dan sat in his favorite chair and I sat on the couch. Tommy seemed to be taking forever to get there. I reminded Dan that this was something he wanted, but once we went through with it, we'll have crossed a line we can never go back across. He assured me this was something he really wanted. Then came the knock on the door. I answered the door. Tommy smiled, he's such a nice kid, and I let him into the foyer before I let him kiss me. I'm sure he could tell I wasn't wearing a bra under Dan's shirt when we embraced. We went to the basement Man Cave. I felt like I should have worn more clothes because with Dan there, I was suddenly uncomfortable with what little I had on. Tommy sat on the couch and I brought the guys some beers, and then we exchanged pleasantries and I left the room, let the guys watch the football game on TV. I'm certain Tommy felt a bit awkward about the situation. He really had no idea the direction Dan and I wanted to take this thing. I'm sure the minute Tommy became aware Dan was there he thought it was just going to be an afternoon watching football. Twenty minutes went by and I came back into the room, brought them both another beer and this time I had the shirt undone almost all the way down. Dan broke the ice by saying to Tommy, "Do you like my shirt?" Tommy gave a puzzled look and Dan said, "Not this one, the shirt Ann is wearing." That made Tommy smile and he said it looked good on me. There was some nervous laughter and Dan offered, "You know she never wears anything under my shirts." Tommy looked up at me and I nodded. I was too nervous to speak. I left the room, let them watch a bit more of the game. The next time I came down, I had the shirt unbuttoned all the way down and I'd taken off the skirt -- just the panties. I sat back down by Tommy nervously knowing things had started. Tommy said I was very sexy and made an obvious gesture to adjust himself in his jeans. While doing that I said "You're really turning me on, Tommy." He didn't reply. Instead he looked at Dan, confused. Dan put his fingers to the unbuttoned front of the shirt and asked me directly, "Do you mind, Ann?" "I don't mind if Tommy doesn't mind." Dan gestured toward me and said, "You're our guest, Tommy. It's okay with me. Let Ann entertain you." With that he pulled the front of the shirt wide open, fully exposing my breasts. I felt very awkward, my husband doing this in broad daylight with my former student Tommy watching. It seemed weird but I allowed it without objection. I scooted a little closer to Tommy, lifted his hand to the open front of my shirt and placed it on my breast. He caressed my breast, then hesitated and asked "Are you sure?" I looked at Dan, who was watching intently, and then said to Tommy, "No one's going to stop you." Tommy slowly caressed my breasts. "MMMMmmm," I moaned, "My titties are just dying to be kissed." With that Tommy leaned forward and began kissing my bare breasts, sucking my nipples. I looked over at Dan who was still watching intently and felt a thrill course through my veins. The breaking taboo aspect of it all was sending me. Sensing no objections, Tommy slid his hand up to my panties. I spread my legs to give him room to insert a finger into me. It easily went in, if that tells you anything. I was turned on but couldn't help but feel strange at the same time. I felt slightly embarrassed about being felt up and fingerfucked with my husband sitting right there next to me, watching me being turned on. After several minutes, Tommy moved off of the couch and onto the carpet. He pulled my ass forward, pulled my panties all the way off and began licking my pussy. This felt even stranger to have happening while Dan was watching. Tommy is quite good at it thanks to the lessons I've been giving him. It felt good and I had an orgasm building. Again it seemed really strange but I was enjoying it and began bucking my hips into him. It is a lot different to have an orgasm with your husband then it is to have an orgasm in front of him. In that respect, Tommy was incidental. I felt more embarrassed about having an orgasm while Dan watched than about Tommy giving me one. Still, I came. It wasn't a huge one but it was good. Reluctantly, I had to push Tommy's face away and he sat back on the couch. The orgasm had only served to raise my level of arousal. Tommy wiped his face off on his sleeve. Then I slid my hand up his thigh and said I probably should return the favor. We kissed while I opened his pants. Tommy whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck you so bad." I answered, "I know," and slipped my hand inside his underwear. Tommy removed my shirt completely. Even though the shirt wasn't covering much, it was still there. Now that it was off, I felt really strange being completely naked. Tommy shoved his jeans and shorts down to his ankles and said again, "I really want to fuck you." This time he said it loud enough for Dan to hear. I placed my hand on his cock and said, "Let me give you sweet kisses first." Then I lowered my head, parted my lips and took Tommy's cock deep into my mouth. That made him quite happy. Tommy sat back as I pleasured him orally. I really like to suck cock, and I'm told I'm quite good at it. I sucked Tommy's cock deep into my mouth and hummed and moaned, then pulled back to the rim of the helmet, opened my mouth and worked my lips and tongue around his rim. Pulling off, I continued to stroke Tommy's wet length as I turned to my husband and said, "He's bigger than you, you know." I thought maybe this was part of his kink. "I'm going to really enjoy fucking him." Then I took Tommy's cock into my mouth again, made his rod all wet and slobbery. He was very hard. I looked over to Dan as I slowly stroked Tommy's pole into my mouth. It was strange, making eye contact with my husband, with my mouth stuffed full of, my lips wrapped around another man's cock. As I sucked Tommy's cock, I regarded my husband with a look on my face as if to say, 'Is this good for you? Am I doing this right?' Finally I pulled off. Holding Tommy's cock before my lips like a microphone, I looked up to him and said, "Please fuck me now." Tommy reached forward to take my hand, lift me to my feet. I stood fully nude in front of my husband and my teenage lover, reveling in the thrill as their eyes roamed my naked body. I hiked a leg over Tommy as he sat naked on the couch with his big beautiful cock poking straight up in the air and lowered myself onto him. As I guided the head of Tommy's hard, hot meat into my wet pussylips I looked directly into my husband's eyes and whispered the words, "I love you." Oh my God how good Tommy felt as I impaled my wet pussy upon his hard pole. Tommy put his hands on my tits and I held them there with my own as I rode up and down on his shaft. I was already beginning to orgasm; my peak was very close. Tommy moved his hands down to squeeze my asscheeks. His fingers found the crack of my ass, a finger probed deep into my asshole. That did it put me right over the edge. I clasped Tommy's hands hard on my ass as my pussy started squirting all over his pole. I cried out, eyes squeezed shut, "Ah! Ah! AHHHHH!!!!" Waves of pleasure coursed through my entire being. Finally I could take no more. I collapsed over Tommy, put my arms over the back of the couch and smothered him in my sweat-covered breasts. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" I sobbed. When I recovered a bit the first thing I did was hold Tommy's face in my hands and kiss him, long slow loving soul kiss. Tommy was still hard and he was still in me. I slowly lifted myself off -- I was so sensitive ooh it felt as good coming out as it did going in -- and dismounted. I went back to my place, on my knees before him. Holding Tommy's hard throbbing cock before me I placed a little kiss on the very tip and some pre-cum dribbled out. I looked my husband in the eyes as I licked up the shiny liquid. "I want to finish Tommy off this way, Dan," I said. My husband was transfixed. He could barely whisper, "Yes . . ." I took Tommy's length into my mouth and made him very wet, lots of slobber. Then I began jacking Tommy off into my parted lips. He didn't last long. Tommy moaned as he began cumming all over my outstretched tongue. Thick gobs of jizz, yummm. Most of his hot cum landed in my mouth -- I swallowed of course -- but a lot of it splattered all over my cheeks. I looked over to my husband lovingly as a thick line of goo dripped down my chin and puddled up on my heaving breasts. Dan had a look of incredible intensity on his face, like a panther ready to pounce on its prey. If I live to be a thousand I will never forget that look. Tommy was very pleased with his blowjob, naturally. He was sitting back with a glazed look in his eyes, his big cock still semi-stiff. I licked him clean, all the while looking my husband in the eye. Shortly after that I walked Tommy to the door, completely nude. Why bother getting dressed? There was still Hubby to attend. I hadn't even wiped off; his wad was still splattered all over my cheeks, my chin and my breasts when I kissed him as he left. Dan was standing there waiting for me when I returned to the basement. He kissed my cum-splattered face, then forced me down on the sofa and made me undo his trousers and give him a blow job. It was a good face-fucking, my wet mouth all around his pole. I was right, he didn't last long. The Afternoons of Ann Ch. 08 I was in our breakfast nook area surfing the Internet on my laptop. Hubs was in the living room watching one of his shows. Our breakfast nook is lovely, sunny and bright in the morning. The wide bay windows offer a view of our property out to the creek that runs along the edge of our property. Sometimes deer appear down there coming out of the trees. When I found what I was looking for I minimized the screen, locked the computer and went upstairs and undressed. Completely nude, I inspected myself in the full mirror. I could lose a few pounds of course – at this age who couldn't? – but I'm proud of how I'm holding it together for a woman 'of a certain age'. I still have a narrow waist and my breasts – 36D – look larger than they really are on my petite frame. I put my hands on my hips and turned to look at my ass. My husband says I have a "tight ass". Finally I looked down to the close-cropped strip of fur on my mound. I'd let it grow back a bit after shaving myself completely bald, but kept it narrowed to a tight landing strip, shaved completely bald from the clit on down. The look all the porn girls have nowadays. I returned to the breakfast nook, opened up the computer and went back to the site I was at. Then I called Hubs over. "Honey, can you come over here? There's something I want to show you." Dan came over, did a quick double take when he noticed me sitting there completely naked, put an arm over the back of my chair and came around to look at what was on the screen. It was a woman – about the same age as me – naked of course. Her ass was to the camera. She was straddling a man, fucking him, with another man standing over fucking her in the ass. Her face was turned slightly toward the camera to clearly show the cock she was sucking off, of a third man facing her. To either side of her were two other men, stroking themselves. They were obviously waiting their turn. Dan stood transfixed for a minute. "Is this what you want, Ann?" "Yes. Yes it is." "Could you do this many men at once?" "Oh God yes. This many at least." He was quiet for longer this time. Finally he spoke. "When do you want to do this, Ann?" "Soon." Hubs didn't say anything. We'd spoken about his kink, gone all the way from role-playing where he'd have me calling out names of his friends and colleagues during our lovemaking, to my taking a lover – Tommy, a former student at the high school where I teach. Tommy was nineteen. I'd taken him as far as making it; first just blowjobs, then all the way. Then with his buddy Chris – also nineteen - I let the two of them have their way with me in the shower. DP. Oh my. Then of course we had what happened last weekend. Young Tommy came over ostensibly to watch football and I "entertained" him on the sofa in front of my husband. My otherwise straight-as-an arrow, conservative businessman Republican husband. "I agreed to fuck other guys for you, Honey," I said. "I get to pick when, where, who and how many." Hubs was standing right next to me and I was naked. His midsection was at eye level and it was obvious he was hard in his trousers. I turned, undid his belt and his fly and pulled his pants down. His boner popped up in my face, knocked against cheek and made me actually flinch. I turned, parted my lips and took him deep into my mouth. Lucky guy, he was getting a full-fledged blowjob. My husband gets a lot of them, actually; I enjoy sucking cock, and I don't have a problem swallowing. I placed my hands on his hips and let him move his pole in and out of my mouth, deep. It was almost as if he was fucking my mouth. When the head of his cock bumps against the back of my mouth my eyes tear up and there's lots of slobber. Mmmmm. I looked up at my husband as I swallowed his rod, all sweet and innocent just like the girls do in the porn movies. I know men like the eye contact. It adds a dimension to it; like, yes, I'm taking your cock in my mouth, what a dirty little slut am I. And then, because I'm a cocktease, I pulled off. Looking up at my husband with a pout, I said, "Now you know I can't let you cum, until after my lover cums on me first." To my surprise, a drop of shiny liquid formed on the tiny slitted end of my husbands' cock. I'm still getting accustomed to my otherwise conservative husband's kink. Dan reached for the phone, handed it to me. "Call him," he whispered. Poor Hubby; his balls must have been boiling. Tommy came over. I put on some lingerie to greet my teenage lover at the door; thigh-hi's and heels, black lace panties – see thru, of course – and a scalloped, black lace demi-bra. I greeted Tommy with a kiss and felt his hard, throbbing pole through his jeans. Big and hard, a proper handful for my dainty hands. I looked over my shoulder to my husband, in the living room. "He's bigger than you are, Honey." Then I took Tommy by the hand and led him into the living room, sat down next to him on the sofa. Dan had an adult movie playing on the TV. Similar to the material we'd viewed earlier on the computer, the film featured a woman taking it "D-P" while sucking the cock of a third man. Also like the porn we'd been looking at, there were two other men stroking themselves. A bell rang and they all rotated. "What do you think of this, Tommy?" I asked, pointing to the screen. "Do you think you could participate in something like this?" "Well, er, um . . ." he mumbled. Things were moving fast for poor young Tommy. "I'd like to do this, Tommy," I said quietly. "Would you be willing to help make this happen for me?" Tommy was my student; I teach high school. He'd just graduated last year – there was no way I'd be willing to risk having an affair with a kid in school. But ever since my husband surprised me by revealing his desire to see me with another man, I'd arranged things with Tommy. We'd already had sex, of course, and had gradually brought Tommy to accept the concept of 'doing it' in front of my husband. Now it was time to take things to the next level. As long as we were succumbing to our perverted desires, and I was accommodating Hubby's kink, I wanted to live out a long-held desire of my own. I have a past, of course. In college, well, let's just say I was able to "fully explore" my sexuality. I've done it with more than one man – ménage-a-trois - but I've never had what you'd call a full-on gang bang. Then there was the affair I had with Sean, during my first marriage. The theme of that affair was total sexual exploitation. Sean used me, made me perform all kinds of humiliating slutty acts for him; blowjobs under his desk in his office, near-public nudity. He'd do things like cum on my tits, then make me put my bra back on and go around all day like that, some of his dried cum showing on my cleavage. And I went along with all of it. To Sean I was his plaything, and he liked to share his toys. Sean shared me with his good friend Neil. For some reason we never engaged in three-way sex, although there were certainly plenty of opportunities. I guess Sean wasn't comfortable being that close to another man - I've heard of this – but he was okay with watching me have sex with Neil. Sean especially liked watching me go down on Neil. It was all a part of the general humiliation them we indulged in during the course of our two-year affair. As I mentioned before, Neil was a photographer, quite a good one. He had framed prints all over his house. Scenery and architecture done in black and white, the Ansel Adams kind of thing. He gave me a couple of prints which I still have. Maybe now that our relationship has evolved, I can tell Hubby the story behind those prints. Neil surprised me by taking a picture of me wearing only a pair of string-sided panties, thigh-hi's and heels. It was immediately before our first time together and you can sense the sexual tension. I know this because I have since seen this image of myself on the Internet. At the time he took it, I assumed it was for his private collection. Anyway there was nothing I could do about it at the time. Now it's out there like everything else is these days. A few years before I became a teacher, a co-worker - a man I didn't know very well – said to me, "I feel like I've seen you before somewhere. You seem very familiar." I could tell by the way he looked at me that he'd seen the picture. I haven't even changed my hairstyle; still cut short, straight, off the neck with bangs. The little hairs went up on the back of my neck and I just looked at him. I didn't know what to say, and my silence told him that the woman he'd seen on the Internet was exactly who he thought it was. Oh well, at least it's not a pic of me doing anything outrageous. By today's standards of the Internet, it's quite tame, actually. Just topless. I can live with that. Back to the present. The woman in the porno flick was receiving several cumloads to her face as the men all jacked off on her. Cumbath. "Tommy," I said, "How would you like to fuck my mouth? . . . then fuck my tits? . . . then fuck my pussy? . . . and then . . . how would you like to fuck me in the ass?" "I, uh . . . gee Mrs. . . . I mean Ann . . . you've never spoken to me like this before . . ." I folded down the scalloped cups of my bra and squeezed my breasts, totally wanton. My 36D's seem larger than they are with my petite frame, held up with the bra like a shelf they poked positively forward. "Stand up, Tommy," I said. Tommy's midsection was at eye level. I grabbed his trousers, put one hand on the huge bulge in his blue jeans and glanced over to my husband. Dan was rubbing himself through his trousers. Looking my nineteen-year-old Tommy dead in the eye, I said, "I want your cock in my mouth." His trousers went down around his ankles. My hands went to his asscheeks and my lips were wrapped around his pole as the head of his cock bumped at the back of my throat. I glanced over to my husband. His hand was on his crotch and his eyes were watching me like a hawk. I pulled off Tommy's cock, held it in my hand. It was all slobbery; strings of slobber stretched to my parted, panting lips. "His young cock is so hard, Honey. Bigger and harder than yours." Then I went back to work with some lip and tongue action all over Tommy's cock. The action on the screen had progressed to another woman taking on all comers. I guess it was gang bang week on the porn channel. Fine by me. I took Tommy's tool deep in my mouth until the head of his cock was bumping at the back of my throat again. I'm pretty good at giving head and I can do it for a long time without needing jaw relief. With my lips around the base of his cock, my mouth stuffed full of young hard cock, I reached around behind me and unhitched my bra. I pulled off of Tommy's cock and held up my pert pair for him. "Fuck my tits," I gasped. Tommy obliged. As the head of his cock emerged between my cleavage I lowered my head to kiss it and lick it. I looked over to my husband. "Do you like what you see, Dan? Do you enjoy watching your pretty wife acting all slutty, acting like a whore?" "Yes-s-s-s . . ." he whispered. "His cock feels good, fucking my breasts. Hard, and hot," I said. I was laying it on thick, to coin a phrase. It was time to fuck. I stood up, held Tommy by the cock like I was shaking hands with him, looked at my husband and said, "I'm going to fuck my lover now, Honey. What do you think about that?" "This is very good," he said quietly. His lips seemed dry, his voice almost cracked. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and swayed my hips a bit and I pulled them down; a bit of a striptease show for the boys, right? Tommy sat down on the sofa, kicked off his jeans and I straddled him. Reaching down I parted my labia and felt the incredible heat as his cockhead entered my pussy. My pussy was all wet. I went up and down a few times, then slowly lowered myself upon his pole. Oh. My. God. When I opened my eyes I looked over at my husband as I rode Tommy's pole. It isn't an exaggeration, he IS bigger than my husband. Bigger AND harder – well, it's always that way with a younger man, I suppose. They say that size doesn't matter, it's how you use it. Bullshit. Size DOES matter. And Tommy's size is just right for my hot little love-hole. Oh my God he felt SO GOOD in there! I put my hands on his chest and rode up and down. My pussy was totally wet. It didn't take long . . . it didn't take long at all. I was riding his pole to orgasm like surfing down a giant wave . . . never getting to the bottom . . . I was climbing a mountain and standing on the tippy, tippy, tippy top edge of a giant cliff . . . and a thousand tiny fingers were urging me to let go . . . SQUIRTING WET ORGASM!!! I was collapsed over Tommy, sobbing long sobs, drowning him in my tits as I panted for air. Yes it was that good. I looked over at my husband. He had his trousers undone and his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself. Finally I lifted myself off of Tommy. He still hadn't cum yet, of course. I moved a little closer to where my husband was sitting, put my knees on the sofa and leaned over the back of it. Still in my stockings and heels, I put my hands on the cheeks of my ass and said to Tommy, "I'm ready . . . to 'take it' . . . this way now, Tommy." Tommy got behind me, rubbed the hard hot head of his cock up and down my slit to get it wet and drooled a long line of slobber right onto my 'special place' before placing the blunt head of his cock on my tight little rosebud. Bless his heart, the boy must have been watching porn. Of course it takes a bit of adjustment to fit it in 'back there'. I had to breathe deep as he worked his way in inch by inch. "Hold on Lover," I breathed. "Let me get used to you." Then, "Okay, more." Finally he was all the way in my butt. I reached down to diddle my clit while he worked his way in and out of my butthole. IT FELT FANTASTIC! I looked over to my husband. He was stroking his pole a little faster now. Not exactly jacking off, but moving it up and down. Hmmm. No use a good piece of man-meat go to waste. "Why don't you come over here, Dan? I want your cock. Bring your cock over here." And now I had two cocks, one in my mouth and one in my ass – shish kabob'd. I pulled off to say slutty things, to enhance the experience for my lovely Hubs. "Cock . . . . . . I love cock . . . . . . I need cock . . . . . . I want cock . . . . . . I love cock . . . . . . I want to be fucked . . . . . . by cock . . . . . . my pussy needs cock . . ." Tommy was giving it to me hard up my tailpipe. I was shamelessly masturbating all the while until I brought myself to another squirting wet orgasm. I gasped a bit, then went back to work on Hubby's cock, swallowing his pole. Finally I had to pull off for a bit of jaw relief. Holding his cock before me I began jacking him off onto my outstretched tongue. "Cum for me, Honey? Please cum for me?" I cooed as I stroked his pole. I know what men like to hear. A sexy blowjob from his slutty wife, while she's taking it in the ass from her teenage lover. What could be finer? Hubs came – GOBS OF IT. I let him cum on my face and on my tits, just like the girl in the porno movie we'd been watching; I like cum, so it's no big deal for me. A hot line of sticky white stuff splattered across my cheek before I managed to get my mouth around his spurting knob. I kept my lips around his pulsing pole until his ejaculation was complete. Then as I looked up lovingly at him, holding his cock to my cheek, I made sure a thick line of cum dribbled down my chin, puddled up on my heaving chest. Tommy's fingers were gripping my asscheeks TIGHT as he pounded away like a jackhammer into my butt. And then he exploded; it felt like gallons of white hot cum deep in the crevices of my ass. OH MY GOD! Unbelievably, I came again, just from being pumped up the 'backdoor'. I felt like such a slut in my stockings and heels, on my knees with my lover spurting cum up my asshole and my husband's cum all over my face and tits. I felt like one of the porn girls in the movies. I never felt better, in fact. It was my way of shaking the boys into action. I want a gang bang and I want Tommy to help my husband organize it.