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What Happened

By: BlBones



This is a follow up to my story 'What Should I Do?' It will make no sense without having read the initial story.

*

Within a week after Ron was last over and Bill had tried to interrogate me and things were becoming strained between us. 

It was obvious that he was smelling smoke, and from several things he said, it was becoming obvious that he was filling in some blanks. What was terrifying though was that I detected he was letting his imagination fill in some of the blanks with what I was sure were totally erroneous conclusions.

I knew that I was going to have to come clean. My problem was that I just didn't know how to even approach the subject and I was scared to hell.

The end came swiftly. Bill and Ron play golf on Monday afternoons. On Monday, without warning, Bill called from the golf course, about half past three, and informed me that he was bringing Ron home for dinner.

This was very unusual. When Bill is bringing someone for dinner, he usually gives me ample warning so that I can prepare a nice dinner. This time he told me he was bringing home pizza and salad and asked if we had enough to drink. This too was unusual because generally when we are having pizza we eat out.

When they came in, I was really upset because neither of them was in their usual jovial moods. They both said hello but neither of them really looked me in the eye. 

I put out the drinks and plates and we sat down to eat. When I saw that they were both messing with their food, not really eating, I lost my appetite. I knew things were not good and I suspected that the end had arrived.

After Bill observed that none of us were really eating he pushed back from the table and said, "Let's go into the living room and talk."

Once settled, me on the couch and Ron and Bill in the two easy chairs, He resumed. "Ok you two. I have known that there is something wrong for some time now. As time has gone on I have become convinced that whatever it is involves the two of you. Today while playing golf, Ron let a little remark slip and I am now positive that the two of you have a problem. I want to get the problem on the table handle it and resume our friendship."

He stopped speaking and sat looking back and forth from one to the other of us for several minutes. Then he crossed his arms, lay back in his chair and said, "I'm waiting. We are going to sit here until that pizza grow mold if we have to, but this is going to get settled tonight."

I wanted to run, but that wasn't an option. After a moment of silence, Ron hesitatingly ventured forth. "Bill, I don't know how to get this out delicately, but you have to know that what I've got to say...That is what happened is entirely my fault. I..."

I couldn't let this happen. Ron was getting ready to take the rap for something for which I was the instigator. I cut him off, "Ron, just a minute. Please let me tell this. You're starting off all wrong."

Then looking at Bill as tears started to fill my eyes, "Bill, honey, I don't know how to do this other than just simply tell you that Ron and I had sex. Before you say or do anything, please let me tell you what happened."

He was pale. I had really dealt him a very low blow. Oh God, how could I have done this? Why hadn't I done just as we have always done in the past, a little touch and feel and nothing else?

Have you ever had to look at your spouse and seen and feel the hurt that you have caused? Let me tell you, it's not something you ever want to do and have to live with. What was done is irreversible. And, worse, it happened because I was stupid for just a few moments.

Wiping tears from my eyes I proceeded to tell him the whole story. Ron tried to interject his culpability into my description of what happened but I always cut him off and reiterated that none of it would ever have happened if I had not pushed what I knew was a volatile situation.

When I finished, we all sat in silence for several minutes. 

Finally, with no emotion in his voice, Bill said, "Well thanks for telling me. It's not quite as bad as I had imagined, but it sure as hell isn't as good as I had hoped it would be." Then looking squarely at me he asked, "Bernie, is what you have told me the whole and absolute truth? Am I possibly going to discover other details or facts later on? In other words, how long have you been (hand quotes gesture) "sympathizing" with Ron?"

I gasped. I had never given a thought to the fact that he might wonder if this was the first and/or only time. I got up and started to him saying, "Oh honey, please believe me..."

Before I could get to him or finish my sentence he held up his hand and in a rather gruff voice told me that he didn't want me touching him right now. All he wanted to know was the truth about whether there was more to the story than what had just now been presented.

At this point Ron jumped in. "Bill, what Bernie told you is the truth. And, this was the first and only time we have been intimate beyond the usual grab ass that we have done for years. Please don't take this all out on her. I'm a mature individual and I could have done a lot to prevent this from happening, I just didn't. I got swept away with the lust of the moment. I can't tell you why it happened. Shit, I can't even tell myself why. It was dumb and inexcusable and I'm sorry. That's all I can say." 

Bill was looking at the floor as I finished my steps to him. Without looking up he said gently, "Bernie, please don't touch me right now. I have some thinking to do."

I went back and sat on the couch feeling as though my world had just crashed. Bill was still looking down and rubbing his forehead. Obviously, now was not the time to try to be conversational.

We sat this way for about four or five minutes (it seemed like an eternity) and the thoughts racing through my head were all dark.

Finally, Bill looked up. "Ok, let's call it a night. Goodnight Ron. Bernie, you can have the bed, I'll sleep in the spare bedroom."

In a very plaintiff voice, "Bill, are we just going to leave it this way? Aren't we going to try to come to some resolution?"

"Not tonight. My head hurts and I have lots of thinking to do." And in a rather menacing voice, "Bernie, don't push me. I have some rather important things at work tomorrow and I need some rest and hopefully some sleep. Goodnight."

I would like to say I cried myself to sleep. I didn't. No, I cried all night long and as the dawn was approaching I truly just wanted to die. What made it worse was that I heard Bill moving about more than an hour before his usual get up time.

I thought about going to him and then decided I had better give him his space right now. I broke out in loud sobbing tears about thirty minutes later when I heard the garage door open, Bill's car start, and he left. I can't remember the last time he left without giving me a kiss and telling me he would call later. 

My day was pure hell. I was filled with dark thoughts about what was going to happen. It even got worse about 2 p.m. Bill called and was surprised when I answered (He knows that I usually go out for lunch and do any errands and shopping that I need between 1 and 3 in the afternoon). He told me he was going to eat out and would be late, about 10 p.m. What hurt was the knowledge that he hadn't expected to have to talk to me, he was expecting to be able to simply leave a message.

I was sitting in the living room when he came in. He paused in the doorway, looked at me for a moment as though he had something to say and then finally shook his head and said, "Goodnight, it's been a long day."

This routine was repeated the next day and I was ready for the lunatic bin. I talked with Ron both days and let him know what was going on. He repeated how sorry he was for what happened and he offered to go to Bill's office and talk with him but I insisted that he leave Bill alone for now. Ron acceded to my desires. Of course, neither of us suggested that the two of us meet and talk. Besides, what good would it do?

On the third day, at the time when he normally calls, the phone rang, and it really was Bill. I was encouraged because his voice seemed to be about normal. He didn't have much to say but he surprised me when he asked me to call Ron and ask him for dinner tonight. I was elated but he popped my balloon when he finished with, "Oh yes, don't worry; I won't be late for dinner this time." 

The way he said it left no doubt that he was referring to the terrible night in question. It was like a knife cutting a new wound. I crumpled to the floor right there. I didn't think I had any tears left, but I was wrong.

I finally pulled myself together and started a rather mindless exercise of putting a dinner together. My heart wasn't in the kitchen and my head was generating and rehearsing all kinds of scenarios for what was to come.

Suddenly I was jarred out of my contemplations with the sharp sound of the phone. It was Ron. He could tell just by listening that I was not on top of things. He simply asked me to call him as soon as Bill came in and he would be right over. He didn't want to risk any chances of Bill thinking there was any impropriety.

Somehow I managed to get through the afternoon and put together some semblance of a dinner. Bill walked in the door a few minutes after five. And to my total surprise he came to me gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek and then inquired where Ron was.

I told him that Ron didn't want to arrive until after he came home. He didn't want anything suspicious to appear.

"Aw shit. He doesn't have to treat me like some kind of idiot. I'll call him." 

Ron arrived within minutes after the call. He had actually been sitting in the parking lot at the mall two blocks away instead of at home about twenty minutes away.

When he came in Bill greeted him, shook his hand, and then suggested that we have a talk first. That way we could clear the air and maybe enjoy our dinner. Then he suddenly turned to me. Honey, I didn't ask. Will the dinner keep for a while? I don't want to spoil it."

I told him it would keep forever. We were having lasagna. I would just put it back in the warm oven. I was excited with the way Bill was behaving. But I couldn't let myself relax and breathe easily. Maybe the other shoe hadn't fallen.

Bill suggested we get our drinks and go to the living room. We did and then sat as we did before.

Ron and I waited for Bill to start things off. After a strong pull from his bottle of beer, he looked back and forth at the two of us for a moment and then broke into a broad grin.

"You know what? The three of us have acted like a bunch of first class dumb asses the last few days."

Ron and I waited, neither of us having any idea where this was going.

"I have to admit that I was really hurt and really pissed at what you two did. But as I have had time to think it through, I have to agree with Ron that it was stupid. But also, I now realize that what happened was not lustful wanton sex, nor was it a planned sneaky cheating affair. It was just two very old and very good friends who allowed things to get out of hand."

My heart about exploded and I ran and jumped into his lap. Ron came over and slapped him on the shoulder and again reiterated how sorry he was. We hugged and patted one another for a minute and then we sat and had about a thirty minute discussion.

We were all happy and I suggested that we eat. I told Bill that I was so excited that I didn't know if I could eat. He took me around the waist and said, "If I had known this would happen I would have suggested we eat first, I'm starved." (He really was; he hadn't eaten much the last few days.) 

We ate peacefully, each of us sticking pretty much to our own thoughts. I was so happy that I really couldn't eat much. I had made a terrible mistake but I was being forgiven. I really wanted to cry but I didn't I didn't want to ruin the meal for Bill and Ron.

We had dessert and had retired to the living room with our coffee when Bill stood up and declared that he had something else to say.

"What brought me out of the doldrums was asking myself, 'What if the roles were reversed? What if it had been you, Bernie, who was gone, and Natalie and Ron were the survivors? And what if the same thing had happened between me and Natalie?"

"It doesn't take a lot of brains to answer that question. I could then see that what happened was pure unadulterated male and female sex spurred on by friendship. It was nothing else."

I entered, "Thank you honey. What you have just done and what you have always done are the reasons I love you so much. There is no one who will ever take your place. You will never know how truly sorry I am for my mistake." And then the tears started again.

He smiled and jumped back in. "Well, am I right? Wasn't it just the good old sex hormones that got fired up?

Then looking at me and then at him he asked each of us, "Be truthful. Except for being ashamed of what happened, didn't you enjoy the moment? 

Ron nodded to the affirmative. I wasn't sure how to respond or even whether I should.

Bill fixed his gaze on me and asked me again whether I had had enjoyed my sex with Ron.

I looked back at him and then, holding back the emotions, "Honey, I truthfully have to say that physically it was wonderful. But it was so terribly wrong. So I really don't know to answer you without seeming two-faced."

"But you are admitting that you enjoyed having sex with Ron."

"I guess I have to say yes."

"That's all I was after." 

He was up to something. I hadn't seen that mischievous glint in his eye for quite some time. And, truthfully I was apprehensive about what might be coming.

He beckoned for Rom and me to come to him.

"Now first, do you both trust me?"

I think we both gave a reluctant affirmation. 

As we got to, him he pulled me to him and said, "Sweetheart I'm sorry for all that has happened and I apologize for my attitude. I have a proposal."

With that he pulled me hard against him and gave me a red hot, ultra sexy kiss and holding it for 10 -15 seconds. Ending the kiss he turned me towards Ron and said to me, "Now give him a kiss like that."

I was dumbfounded, as was Ron. But Bill pushed me towards Ron and said, "I mean it. Give him a kiss."

We gave each other a perfunctory kiss and started to separate.

Bill put a hand behind each of us, pushing us back together and said, "No, damn it. I said give him a kiss like ours. Put some damned fire in it."

Reluctantly we moved together and touched lips. Ron kind of took charge and pulling me tighter pressed his tongue on my lips and in a moment I responded. It was a hot kiss but I had to push away after a few seconds. I was feeling a little tingle and I think I felt a slight movement in Ron's pant leg.

We broke the kiss and I took a deep breath saying, "Wow."

Bill suggested that we sit down, that he had a little more to say.

"Now I know you are both going to think the bottom of my bag has ripped and that I have lost all of my marbles. But it hasn't and I haven't. (pause) The three of us have been extremely close and good friends for many years, Right?"  

I nodded my head and Ron said that he thought so.

"Well as I have been thinking, and realized what has happened, I have taken a whole new view of things I used to consider as fixed and unchanging."

With that prelude and some hemming and hawing around, he went into a short recap of what he understood to be the general evolution of the sex drives. He noted men were the more aggressive and needful of sex at the younger ages and that women usually carried the sex drive later into life than did men. He even brought out the point that I probably would enjoy sex more often than he supplied. 

This monolog went on for more than fifteen minutes while Ron and I sat there casting questioning eyebrows at each other. I don't there was any point he made that didn't get repeated two or more times.

He finally kind of sputtered to a stop remarking that we (Ron and me) were probably wondering what he was babbling about. He suggested we get something to drink and he would get to the point and finish quickly.

I was becoming a little concerned because I knew he had something he really wanted to say and apparently couldn't seem to find the words. Inside I was afraid that he was putting on a brave show right now and he was having trouble suggesting that maybe our time together was over.

Having me kiss Ron like that; was that his way of indicating that he thought that Ron and I had grown close and that he needed to step out? By the time I got my coffee, I could hardly carry it to the living room I was shaking so badly. When I sat down, the icy grips of fear consumed me and I started crying.

Bill looked at me and asked what was wrong?

I completely broke down. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry for what I dis. What can I do to let you know how much I really love you? How can I make things up to you?

He came to me, gave me a soft kiss, smoothed my hair and then sat down.

"Honey, as I said before, I completely understand what happened. I agree; it was not the proper thing to have done, but guess what? The world is still turning. I still love you and I know you love me, and Ron is still our friend. Aren't you Ron?

Ron nodded and repeated, "I hope so."

"Ok you two. Buckle tour seat belts, I don't want anyone falling out of their seats. I'm going to repeat one more time that I understand what happened and I'm not pointing the finger of blame at anyone. I have a solution, or maybe we should call it an idea. First though I need an honest answer from each of you. I'll tell you up front that you are going to be shocked at the question. Don't worry about it. I just want a truthful answer. Your answers will have no consequences, they will only enter into the idea I will propose."

He looked earnestly at both of us before continuing. I can't say that I was feeling any better. The shadow of fear was hovering and I was afraid it was about to die.

"I'm going to ask the question and then I'm doing to give you a few moments to think about it before I ask for your answers. Here it is: Putting all legal and moral questions aside, if the opportunity were there, would you like to have sex with each other again?"

I shrieked, Bill, what kind of a question is that? You know what we did wasn't right. How can you ask such a question? And what difference does it make anyway? You know it's not going to happen again."

Ron chimed in, "Yeah, I think that is sort of a low blow. It's like asking you to answer 'yes' or 'no' to: Have you quit beating your wife?"

"You two are both ignoring that I asked you to put aside the legal and moral issues. I'm not asking whether it's right or wrong. Let me put it another way: Pretend neither of you are married. How would you answer? Think about it for a second."

He waited about 30 seconds or so and then, "Ok Ron, I'll ask you first. If you were totally unattached and Bernie was also unattached and assuming you had no deep down religious beliefs about sex, if you had the opportunity would you go to bed with Bernie?"

Ron shifted nervously and then finally said, "I guess, under the conditions you set forth, I would be a fool not to be with Bernie if I had the chance. No offence Bill."

Now it was my turn and he repeated essentially the same question. I looked at him, and then the floor, back at him again, and then to the floor. Tears were beginning to well up and I jumped when Bill spoke up.

"Honey, this is not an end of the world question or decision. Answer it this way: If I were gone, dead, departed, skipped the country, or something, would you consider being with Ron and having sex with him?"

With alligator tears running down my face I finally consented that yes, under all those conditions, I would be willing to be with Ron. Then I almost spat out, "There now. Are you happy? I've said I would like to sleep with Ron. Is that what you wanted to hear? You just won't let me tell you how sorry I am for what happened. But just because I said yes doesn't mean I'm going to do it again..."


What Happened



Bill came to me, took me in his arms and told me to stop fretting and trying to mountains out of mole hills. He reiterated that he knew I was sorry and that everything was forgiven. He just needed our answers before he dropped his idea on us.

Going back to his chair he told us to buckle up again before he dropped his bombshell idea on us. 

I said, "Bill, I don't know how much more I am good for. Can we do this later?

He held his hand up and told us he was going to drop the bomb right now and we could withstand the blast, duck into a fox hole, or run. It was our call.

"I mentioned earlier that I probably wasn't providing Bernie as much sex life as she might enjoy. I also noted that Ron had lost his sex partner. Well it seems we have a simple solution. Ron if you could have some occasional relief and Bernie you could have some added sex life, and I would not have to feel guilty for not living up to my partner's needs if you two were to get together occasionally."

You should have heard the bedlam that broke loose. There was a, I don't want to call it heated; I'll just call it a lively discussion that went on for over an hour.

Ron and I asserting that it wasn't the right thing to do and we could never do something like that. Bill was making it clear that it was ok with him. The only conditions were that it be discrete and that we not be engaging when he was around. He did say that he didn't have a problem knowing when it happened; he just didn't want to witness it.

After the hour, Bill announced that he was tired and ready for bed. He left telling Ron and me that we didn't have to make any decisions now and that we didn't have to inform him what we decided. If we liked his idea, we had his blessings. If we didn't like his idea he wouldn't be offended and that if we decided we liked the idea at some later date, that was ok too.

He chuckled as he left with, "Just remember, we aren't getting younger and those sex drive my go away. Then who cares about the whole issue? 

Ron said his goodbye and I followed Bill to the bedroom.

I couldn't stop myself from crying. I was so happy and I was so much in love with this man who was my husband.

When we got into bed I told him how much I loved him and how happy he had made me. When he asked what I thought of his idea I told him, truthfully that it was a living idea but that I didn't think it would go anywhere. 

Then I turned the tables and asked him if he would really like for me to fuck Ron from time-to-time?

He surprised me by telling me that he really didn't think he would, so long as he didn't see it.

"But how would you feel if you came home one night, all fired up and ready to go, and find that Ron and I had been together earlier?"

He reached over, took my hand, and moved it to his cock. It was hard.

"Does that give you an answer? Nothing has happened and I'm getting hard thinking about it." 

We had one of the best sexually driven loving sessions that we had had in ages.

In the morning as we ate breakfast Bill asked if I had thought any more about his idea. I told him honestly that I really hadn't. I was still reveling in our night time exercises. I did tell him that I loved him for his attempt to make things right but that I had real concerns about doing what he suggested.

Shortly after he left for the office, I called Ron to see how he had weathered the evening.

He quickly said that he was so confused that he didn't know fact from fiction. Then he asked me, "Was Bill serious about what he proposed? Is there something I need to know about?"

I assured him that Bill was very serious and that I didn't believe there was any hidden agenda. We talked and then Ron came out with, "Bernie I don't want to offend anyone, especially you. I just don't think what Bill has suggested is right. I think if my needs become severe and I can't handle it myself (handle being emphasized) that I had better look for a professional, if you know what I mean?

We both laughed.

* * * * * *

Three and a half months passed before the subject came up again. Ron had come for dinner and I could tell that all was not well with him. 

After we ate, Bill went to the garage to check the finish on a table he had refurbished. I don't know whether he had detected that things were not quite right with Ron While he was gone I decided to test the water and see if I could find out what was wrong.

It didn't take but just a moment with him to wish I had not been so nosey. Ron had just gone through two downer days being lonely and missing his Natalie very much. Tears were forming in his eyes and I felt so terribly bad for putting him on the spot.

I went to him and hugged him giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek. I felt that I had comforted him a little but I knew what he was feeling was something you just don't brush aside. We were just parting when Bill came in.

He raised his eyebrow and then quipped, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

I smiled and told him in an off-handed way that he was too late, that we were finished.

This even brought a chuckle from Ron.

Bill announced that he was going to bed but in a rather unassuming way reaffirmed that he was serious about what he said before.

Ron stayed a little longer and we watched television almost without speaking. I think that while we were watching TV, we both were thinking again about what Bill said and our previous act.

When Ron was on the way out the door I gave him a sweet kiss. He held me a moment and then slightly in embarrassment he asked, "Do you really think Bill is serious about you and me getting together occasionally?"

He surprised me with the question and it took a minute to think and reply. "Yes Ron, I truly think he is. Why, are you having second thoughts about the offer?"

Sort of sheepishly he replied that he had. He also confided that having me was the fulfillment of a fantasy he had for years. 

I thought about it for a minute and then, slightly embarrassed, I heard myself say to him, "Would you like for me to come over right after lunch tomorrow?" I was already getting a little tingle just thinking about having his cock again.

He suggested that I come for lunch and I agreed. 

We met, had lunch out and then returned to his place. Unlike our first time, there was no doubt that we were going to have sex. Also, unlike the first time, we had no time constraints to be concerned with. 

Not having to hurry didn't make any difference; Ron exploded after barely a minute inside me. He knew that I had not reached climax so he continued to play with me while I stroked him back to hardness again,

This time it lasted quite a bit longer and I climaxed twice. It was wonderful. It had been a long time since I was so sexually gratified and much much longer since I had climaxed more than once in one session. It was so long ago that I can't even remember when I was fucked more than once in one day.

It was wonderful and I knew that as far as I was concerned, this wasn't the end. However, by the time I was ready to leave, I was beginning to have trepidations and was asking myself if Bill really did mean what he had proposed. What if that was just bravado to cover his real feelings?

Ron put any misgivings I had to rest when he came into the bedroom as I was finishing dressing. He had the phone in his hand and was talking to someone. He seemed ready to conclude as he said, "I just wanted you to know. Are you still ok with it?" 

He listened for a minute and I was about to ask him who that was and then nearly fainted as he continued, "She's still here. Do you want to speak to her?"

He held the phone out for me and said, "It's Bill."

I about croaked. What had they been talking about?

I took the phone and said "Hi Hon... "

Before I could say another word, Bill asked if I had enjoyed myself. His voice sounded natural. I couldn't detect any edge or other voice signal that things might not be right. My mind immediately raced to the question of whether he knew what I had just done. Surely he couldn't. Ron wouldn't have told him. So what was he asking?

"Yes dear, I've had a good time. Is everything ok? Why did you call?"

"I didn't, Ron called me. He told me that you two were together and that he had appreciated it very much. Are you ok with everything?"

It sunk all the way in. Ron had called Bill and was wanting to keep everything above board. I didn't know how I felt right now.

A gave a weak, "Yes everything is ok if it's ok with you." I was trying to figure out how to bring this call to a quick end. I do know that I felt very uncomfortable. Talking to my husband who knows I just fucked another man is not high on my list of experiences.

"Well, tell Ron thanks for calling me, I really do appreciate it. You're sure you're ok?

He's letting me off. "Yes I'm sure. See you after a while." 

We hung up and I heaved a sigh of relief. Then I turned on Ron. "Don't you ever do something like that to me again. What in the hell was in your mind?"

Ron apologized and told me he was sorry for catching me by surprise. He just wanted to be truthful with Bill and he wanted to verify that this was actually ok. He was sweating bullets when he called Bill but now he was satisfied that things were ok. But he told me to be sure to let him know if it appeared different after I got home and talked with Bill.

Well, at home everything was as stated. I could tell that Bill had a few reservations but overall he seemed ok with the situation.

Since that time Ron and I get together every six or eight weeks or so; sometimes at his place; sometimes at mine. When he comes to my place, he comes about three o'clock so that we are done well before Bill comes home.

Regardless of where we will meet, we always let Bill know in advance. The results have been fantastic. When Bill knows that Ron and I are together he gets really fired up and we have wonderful sex that night. Yes, it has spiced up our sex life, Ron gets relief, and I get the thrill of that big cock working inside me.

In closing, Bill is satisfied with the arrangement. He doesn't even mind if Ron and I mess around a little in front of him. He just doesn't want to watch. That was brought home forcefully about a year later when Ron came to our place.

For some reason, we were both extremely horny. As a result, fucking once wasn't enough in fact, fucking twice, which we did on rare occasions, wasn't enough. No, we had to go for three times. Ron was just firing his load into me when Bill called out as he entered the house and then walked into the bedroom.

To spare you the details, just let it be said that he impressed on Ron and me the fact that he had told us he didn't want to watch or see us having sex and if it happened again, there would be consequences that he was sure neither of us would like. He stormed out of the house, had dinner downtown, and then came home about two in the morning completely stoned.

I definitely got the message. He scared the hell out of me when he left and didn't come back until the bars closed. I can guarantee that it won't happen again.

I'll end by letting you know that this quasi-threesome has been going on for almost five years. Our fifty-fifth anniversary is coming up in another month. As soon as I e-mail this to Literotica, I'm on my way to Ron's.



What Happened



There's no way to start, but from the beginning.

I knew something was going on, I just couldn't say what. Several times, my wife and son had acted nervous around me. Especially, my son Chris. Loving and trusting Sharon, I couldn't imagine what was happening, was happening. But, once it unfolded, my perverted mind took over.

Anyway, one day, I got to work, only to be sent home. The office was shut down by a major power failure, within the building. One that wouldn't be fixed for a couple of days. I returned home, barely an hour after I left.

Chris had classes and Sharon was working at the Senior Center. As I approached the house, I noticed something between the shrubs and steps. It was a black camera bag, laying upside down, so it had obviously rolled off the steps.

At first, I thought it belonged to Chris. This one wasn't labeled and all of his stuff had his name plastered all over it. I opened it, and even the camera was plain. Chris always engraved his name on everything.

'Who the hell does this belong to?' I thought as I emptied the contents of the bag on the kitchen table. There was a card in the camera and a bunch of them in the bag, so I figured I'd look at one to see who was on it. That should tell me who owned the camera.

Sharon was in the video, walking around town. 'Ah, it is Chris,' he's filming his mother shopping.' Then I got a shock. Sharon flashed her bare ass, in public, for the camera. Then she turned and pulled her sweater up. Her tits swaying in full view. 'What the fuck! What the hell's going on?'

The bare ass shot flashed in my mind, so I backed it up. Sure enough, when I looked closely, I could see her pussy. Sharon was exposing herself to our son, in public. At least, I hoped it was our son. No, I didn't! I damn sure didn't want it to be another man, either.

I turned it off and sat back, shaking. I couldn't think and pulled the card from the computer. I wanted to get rid of it and everything else in that bag. But, I couldn't. I had to see what else was on the card, what was on all of them. What else had they done? My wife and our son, or, whoever was holding the camera. 

After a few minutes of mental turmoil, I put the card back into the computer. The entire thing was, Sharon shopping and flashing the camera. She was doing it all over town. I never thought my wife would do something like that. Giving the camera full views, even in closeup, of her ass, pussy and tits. I fast-forwarded to the end and it was always the same activity.

I spotted a card that had Tim, written on it. I thought, 'Surely not, Timmy from next door.' I put it in and Sharon was doing dishes. Someone came in and it was Timmy. They exchanged 'Hi' and small talk. Then he walked over and pinned Sharon against the sink, from behind, as he reached around and grabbed her tits.

"Tim!" Sharon exclaimed. 'Yeah, that's it. Now turn around and slap the little shit.'

"Ya know what I need, Mrs. Thomas." He said as he pushed against her and went after her tits.

"Not now, Tim!" Sharon said as she tied to push back. "Can't you wait, until I finish the dishes?" 'What the fuck! What's this, can't you wait, shit?'

He jerked her blouse up, then her bra, exposing her tits and quickly grabbed them. "Aw, shut up and enjoy it, Mrs. Thomas. Ya know, ya want it."

He began pulling her nipples and she put her hands on the ledge to brace herself. Laying her head back, she moaned. He kissed her on the ear.

"Ya want me to fuck ya. Right here, Right now. Don't ya, Mrs Thomas?" 

'WHAT! NO! FUCK HER! That little son-of-a-bitch! We've known him since he was born. Babysat him, changed his diapers. He grew up with our son, Chris, for Christ sake.'

He was already pulling her skirt up. "Say it, Mrs Thomas. C'mon, say it!" Sharon moaned and he slapped her ass. "SAY IT!" 'He's mine!'

Sharon weakly said, "Yes." As he pulled her panties down.

"Yes, what."

"I ... I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now."

"That's more like it, Mrs. Thomas." He said as he dropped his pants. "?Yur, m'slut, aren't ya?" He growled as he dry humped her asscheeks.

Sharon dropped her head, without saying anything.

"Ur my slut. Aren't ya? Huh?"

"Yes, Yes. I'm your slut." Sharon moaned wantonly.

Timmy moved back slightly and rubbed his cock on Sharon' pussy. "Ready. Tell me ta fuck ya, Mrs. Thomas. Tell me ta fuck ya."

"Fuck Me, Timmy. Fuck Me." Sharon moaned out loudly and pushed her ass back. The boy entered her to the hilt, in one movement. "Yes Baby, Yes. Fuck your slut." 

'Shit, I've never heard Sharon talk like that.' He began thrusting into her as she pushed back to his pounding. Minute after minute after minute, he kept thrusting into her as she pushed back in response. 'Damn, I remember when I could fuck like that.' 

After several minutes, the camera angle changed. It showed her juice running down her legs and dripping off his swinging balls.

"Gonna cum, Mrs Thomas. Ya want yur hot pussy fulla boy cum, don't ya, Mrs. Thomas?"

"Yes, yes, yessss. Give it to me. Gimme your cum."

His balls tightened as he slammed against her, filling her pussy with cum. Sharon began shaking harder than she had throughout the whole time.

"Oh God Yes, Timmy!" Sharon cried out.

When the boy finished twitching, he pulled out of Sharon' pussy and wiped his cock on her ass.

"Woo Hoo, that was a good fuck, Mrs Thomas. See ya, next time, I need ta get off." Then he kissed her bare butt and left.

It went black. The damn thing was over. 'Jesus Fucking Christ! I can't believe this shit.' Even though I was pissed as hell, I had a damn hardon. It turned me on, watching that young kid, fuck my wife as if he owned her.

I felt betrayed. I mean, how could she? If she walked in right now, I'd fuck her just like he just did. Son-of-a-bitch, this is turning me on. AND, Who The Fuck Is Holding The Camera!? My mind is telling me, it's our son, Chris. Is he fucking her too? Is our son, fucking his mother? I guess, if he is, it'll be on one of these cards.

The next card, I saw, had Jack on it. 'Jack? Jack? Jack, who? Jack, her boss? Jack, at the grocery store? Jack, at church? Jack, who?' I put it in.

Sharon was sitting on the couch, crocheting. I could hear the front door followed by footsteps. Then hands appeared on her shoulders.

Sharon glanced up, smiled and cheerfully said, "Hi there."

"Hi, Mrs Thomas. Guess you heard the door, huh?"

"Yes Jack, you weren't very quiet."

He came around and stood next to Sharon' legs. He was only visible from the waist down.

"What are you up to, Jack?" Sharon said, without stopping her crocheting.

"Well, Mrs. Thomas, you owe me something."

"And, what might you be referring to?"

"Come on, Mrs. Thomas. You said, you'd do something, if I graduated. I graduated top of the class. I even beat Chris and that bitch, Stephanie."

Sharon looked up. "Yes Jack, you did. And, I'm very proud of you. You went from almost failing, one year, to top of the class, the next."

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his half-erect cock out. "Well Mrs. Thomas. It's time you paid up and suck me off, like you said you would."

"Jack! You don't have to be so crude. Now, put that away, and sit down. We need to talk."

"Naw, the talkin was done, when you said you'd do it." He reached out and pulled her head to his cock. "Now, get to suckin me off, like ya said."

I recognized the voice. It was Jack Peterson from down the street. His family moved here, when Chris was six. 'When did kids get aggressive like this. I mean, shit, when I was their age, I never woulda done that.'

"C'mon, Mrs. Thomas."

I could barely hear Sharon. Her voice was muffled from being pulled against the young man. "Jack. You have to let go, so I can."

Sharon moved back, took his cock in her hand and looked up at him. "Jack, can't we talk a little, relax and work up to it?"

"It's all I've thought about, since graduation, last week. Now, I want what you promised, not to talk."

"OK, OK! You'll get what I promised." Sharon said half-heartedly, as she stroked his now fully hard cock.

"Then, Do it, Mrs. Thomas! Suck me off, like ya said."

Sharon put his cockhead in her mouth and started one of her, very familiar to me, blowjobs. Her lips moving up and down his shaft, gripping tightly. Her tongue massaging as she moved her head back and forth. Tickling his balls, with her fingertips. Man, I could feel it myself.

"Oh God, Mrs. Thomas. That feels good. I hope ya didn't lie. I really hope, ya didn't lie, about lettin me cum in your mouth. ... Oh, Jesus, Mrs. Thomas. That feels, really good!"

I noticed Sharon had moved her free hand between her own legs. She was rubbing away, getting herself off, as she sucked his young cock.

"Oh God, Mrs ..." The boy didn't finish. He grabbed Sharon' head and jammed his cock deeper in her mouth as he started cuming. His head fell forward as he grunted loudly while his body jerked in orgasm.

Sharon was having an orgasm of her own. Her lips were milking the boys spewing cock as her hand was buried in her pussy causing her to shake. As Jack' orgasm subsided, Sharon gripped his cock and sucked hard to get every drop of cum.

Letting his cock out of her mouth, Sharon leaned back and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. Jack' jaw dropped as he watched. She quickly licked and sucked her juices from her hand. Suddenly, Jack grabbed her legs and pulled them up, pinning her down.

"Damn, Mrs. Thomas! You ain't wearin panties!

"Jack! Please! Let me go!" Sharon objected and squirmed to get free. "I've kept my promise. Now, let me up."

"Ooooh, I don't think so, Mrs. Thomas. Yur pussy's all wet. And it ... it looks all red and swollen." He moved forward, touching his still hard, young cock to her pussy. "Bet a cock'd feel better n yur hand."

"Don't! Jack!"

He was moving his hips, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy. "You sure bout that, Mrs. Thomas? Yur pussy's gettin wetter and it sure feels hot. Ya sure, ya don't want me to?"

"No-o." Sharon said weakly with her eyes closed.

He pressed harder against her and began moving faster. His hard young cock was parting her pussylips and rubbing across her clit. Her hips began moving as she was responding to his movements.

"No, what, Mrs. Thomas? Ya want me to, don't ya?"

Sharon' breathing increased as her own movements matched his. She moaned, "Yes."

"Ya want me ta fuck ya, Mrs. Thomas? Do ya? Ya want fucked?"

It looked like she was trying to out move him with her hips and get his cock inside her. "Yessss! Fuck me."

He had a sly smirk. "Remember when I was little and you always made me say the magic word?"

"Yes, Please."

"Please, what, Mrs. Thomas?" He stopped moving but she was still trying to find the end of his cock, with her pussy. "Please, what?"

Sharon opened her eyes with a frantic look. "Oh God, Please! Jack! Please, Fuck Me!"

"That's better. You can put my cock in yur pussy, now." He said, as he let go of her legs and straightened up.

Sharon grabbed his cock with one hand and opened her pussy with the other, like a streetwalking whore. 'Oh, Shit! I shouldn't be thinking my wife's a whore.' Wiggling her ass and pulling on his cock, she got the head in. She squirmed around and looked at him, pleadingly. But, he didn't move.

"Oh, God, Jack, Fuck me. We don't have much time." She was begging.

"Time? What ya mean, Mrs. Thomas?"

"My husband'll be home." She moaned as she wiggled around on the head of his cock, trying to urge him on.

"Yeah, Shit, we don't want your ol' man catchin us." He said as he pushed his cock into my wife' pussy and started pounding away.

Sharon closed her eyes and started moaning with her head back as the boy pounded his cock into her pussy. 'Shit! He can fuck!' She was getting wetter and wetter making the noise of their slapping together louder and louder.

"Show me yur tits, Mrs. Thomas. I wanna see them tits."

Without hesitation, Sharon pulled her top and bra up, in one motion. Her tits bouncing up and down, to the boys pounding cock.

"God, they're nice! Not saggy and wrinkled, like my moms." He said as he reached for them. "These things feel as good as my girlfriend'." Sharon moaned loudly and began shaking, obviously having an orgasm.

The boy began grunting as he mauled her tits and jack-hammered his cock into her pussy. Sharon was having multiple orgasms. I could tell from her flushed face and chest, along with her breathing, moaning and shaking.

I don't know what gave the boy his stamina. The beginning blowjob, youth, or a combination of both. But, for almost twenty minutes, it was rapid, full-length, blinding fast, thrusting into my wife. I have to admit, I haven't fucked her like that, for some time and was envious.

"Gonna cum."

"Not in me! PULL OUT!"

"Ohhhh!" He grunted. "Gawd! Too late."

"Oh Shit! Do it Jack. Do it." Her legs wrapped around him as she grabbed his ass. "Unload your balls, Baby. Give it to me."

He looked like he was having a spastic fit, jerking around, as he dumped his load in her pussy. As he stopped cuming, he slowed down but kept thrusting, slowly, and fell on top of her.

Breathing heavily, he gasped, "Was I good, Mrs. Thomas? Was I good?"

"Oh My God, Yes! Jack! You were fantastic, baby, Fan-Tastic!" She replied as she kissed all over the side of his face. There was the sound of traffic, outside. "Shit! Charlie's home! ... Get out the back, quick!"

Jack jumped up. Pulling his pants up, he hurried toward the kitchen and back door. Sharon, moved a little slower, but still went quickly toward the bathroom. And, this card video went black.

I had to take a break. I couldn't believe, I had a painful hardon from watching my wife fuck two neighbor boys. Damn, this was the hottest porn, I've ever watched. I just didn't like it being my wife. At the same time, I was never more turned on in my life. My perversion had me wanting her fucking our son, next.

I needed a drink, and I don't drink much. I fixed myself a big one and walked around, mumbling to myself. The perversions in my mind, went into overdrive. I knew the cameraman had to be Chris. And, if he's recording his mother doing these things, well, he must be tapping it too.

I was into my second glass when I started thinking about our daughter, Sherry. Fuckin her. Hell, everybody, fuckin her. Mostly, I thought about my wife and those boys. And, our boy. Was there a video of it? There were a few left to watch. 'Jesus, I hope so.' I thought.

The next two were more of one or the other boy taking charge of Sharon. Like she had no choice in the matter. She was going to suck them off or fuck them, no matter what she was doing. She didn't really resist much, it seemed. Just letting them do what they wanted.

They fucked her, in the kitchen, the living room, bathroom and back yard. I got a start at the end of the last one. 

The camera was looking into the kitchen from the outside. A hand came up, tapping on the window. Sharon looked out and smiled, then she turned and looked back. There I was, sitting in the living room, watching TV.

Sharon dried her hands and went outside. As soon as she was out the door, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. She was braless as she was a lot, in the evenings. The camera swung to Jack' smiling face. Then the camera swung back up to show me.

Sharon walked over to Jack, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. As they kissed, the camera went back and forth, showing me and then her with her young lover. After several minutes of kissing and Jack playing with her tits, she slid down in front of him.

She began undoing his pants and again the camera showed me. When it went back to them, she was already stroking his hard cock. Then she began blowing him. She put her hands on his hips and slowly took his entire length in her mouth. 

A mouth only, blowjob. Slowly in, slowly out, keeping her hands on his hips. Every couple of minutes, the camera would go up to show me and back down to her sucking Jack. Several minutes passed as I watched this panning back and forth. I tried to think of when it could have happened.

When Jack put his hands on her head, I knew he was going to cum. Sharon moved her hands to his asscheeks and pulled him to her face. 'God, I love it when she does that.' When Jack finished cuming, she let his soft cock out of her mouth with a smile.

Slowly she stood and kissed him again and his hands went to her tits, like magnets. Jack pushed her back and bent to suck her tits. She held his head as he suckled each one several times. When he straightened, they kissed quickly and she went inside. The camera showed her sideways, facing me and buttoning her blouse, before going black.

'What's next? Fuckin her in the kitchen, with me in the background!' I fixed myself another drink. 'Better slow down dumbass, before you get drunk.'

I went back and put the last card in. I had to focus, the shot was from outside the kitchen window, again. There was Sharon and I, sitting on the couch, watching TV. To the side, stood Chris. I shook my head and focused again. Sherry was on her knees, sucking Chris' cock.

'Holy Shit!' I didn't expect that one. Sherry was only home for a couple of days, before starting summer classes. But, there she was, sucking her brother' cock. 'Wait a fucking minute! If that's all of us, who's holding the goddamn camera!?' (I found out later, no one was. Chris had it on a tripod.)

There Sherry was, going after her brother' cock, like her mother had. With her mother and I in the background. 'Shit! Everybody's gettin some, but me!'

Sherry stood and bent over, sticking her ass toward Chris. She was watching her mother and I as Chris entered her from behind. Chris fucked her for a bit, then she went back to her knees and sucked his cock. Evidently, she liked the taste of her pussy on his cock, cause she kept doing that rotation, until Chris unloaded in her mouth.

I was hoping this last one would show the ultimate, Chris fucking his mother. But, it didn't. The only other thing on this card, was Sharon giving a no hands blowjob to an unidentified young man. The young man was holding the camera. 'It's gotta be Chris.' I thought. 'It's gotta be.'

One thing was certain, Sharon was giving this young man's cock, special treatment. The irritating part was the camera bouncing around. Still, I could see her cheeks suck in as she pulled her pursed lips up his shaft. Her tight lips didn't break contact as she'd slowly go back down it's full length. As her head twisted from side to side, I could see that she was massaging his shaft with her tongue.

Ever so often I saw her tongue dart out and go side to side on his cock. Which always made the camera bounce around. The camera really moved around when the boy started cuming. Still, he somehow managed to keep Sharon getting a mouthful in frame. It might have been in one of the four corners, but he got the shot.

(I found out much later, it was Chris, Sharon sucked off. It was the first time, Chris got his mother to let him use the camera, when they did something. AND, they had been fucking for some time.)

I got another drink, and I shouldn't have. I wished I had a much clearer head for what I was about to discover. Feeling depressed, about not finding a video of Chris fucking Sharon, I started to put everything away. I noticed something white, in the bottom of the bag.

I tried pulling on it, but it wouldn't come out. That's when I noticed four little hooks holding the bottom. I got them loose and lifted the bottom out of the bag. The white thing, was the corner of an envelope. 'Very Private,' was written on the envelope. In the envelope were two cards. One marked, 'M n M,' under that, 'got an A.' And the other, marked, 'M n M 2.' 

My hands were shaking as I put the M n M card in. Hoping I'd struck gold, I hit play.




What Happened



Sharon was sitting on the couch, looking all prim and proper. 

"Ready Mom?"

"Ready." Sharon said as she messed with her clothes.

"Remember, no names. Don't want him putting the two of us together. He needs to think it's me and the older woman I've been filming. Not, who we really are. OK."

"Yes, Honey! I kno-ow!" Sharon said as she rolled her eyes. "Quit messing with the camera and get over here."

Chris came into view and sat down. They began their little act. Him sipping a coke and her drinking something else. She was telling him about what she wanted him to do around the house. Then.

"I need you to fix some things." She said looking seductively and placed her hand on his leg.

Chris hum-hawed.

"I need you to fix me."

"Huh! What? Fix you."

Sharon began rubbing his leg. "Yes dear, fix me. I haven't had a man in a long time. ... And I need that fixed. ... Can you do that for me? Can you help me with my problem?"

"What ... um ... I don't know ... I uh I"

Sharon caressed his face, "Shhhh. Don't blow a gasket." She whispered as she got close to his face. She kissed him softly and continued in a whisper. "Just relax and do what comes naturally." She kissed him again and again, until he loosened up and they began making out.

'Well, here it is. I'm watching my son and his mother (my wife) making love. And, Jesus, I'm getting short of breath, sprouting a hardon and turned on as all hell.' 

I emptied my glass and watched as the kissing and holding continued for minutes that seemed like hours. "Jesus Christ! Fuck her already!" I yelled out. It was the booze talking and I shook my head. 'Oh shit! Get a grip.'

I shut everything down and went outside for fresh air. I needed to clear my head and walked around until the numbness in my face went away. Calmed down and the booze effects cleared up, I went inside.

This time, I got myself a cup of coffee. As I headed for the computer, I heard noises out front. As I opened the door, Chris was digging around in the shrubs, next to the steps.

"What ya doin, boy?"

Chris jumped up, with a scared-caught look on his face. He didn't know I was home. Acting real nervous, he finally told me he had lost a school project. He thought he might have dropped it leaving the house.

I offered to help look for it and he got even more nervous. Finally, he started backing away, saying he must have left it somewhere else and besides he had a class to get to. 'Yeah, you should be nervous.' I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I went back to the 'evidence.'

Calmer now, I restarted, M n M. I thought far to much time was spent showing them making out, but then again, this wasn't supposed to be just porn.

Finally, Sharon put his hand on her tit and the intensity of their kissing increased. From there, it only took seconds for Chris to start unbuttoning her blouse. He wasn't fast enough and Sharon helped. With the blouse undone, Sharon quickly shrugged it off.

Chris buried his face between her tits as he kneaded them. Sharon caressed his head for a few seconds and then unhooked her bra. She hugged him briefly then pushed him back to remove her bra.

Chris had a hungry look on his face as his mother' tits came swaying into view. His hands went to them and he again buried his face between them.

Sharon grasped his head and pulled him up into a kiss before guiding his mouth to her nipple. As he began to suck, her head fell back and she moaned. 

"Oh yes, Honey, yes. That feels good." Then she moved him to the other one. "Mmmm." She moaned several times. After a couple of minutes, she moaned, "Bite them. Suck hard and bite them." 

Chris did. I saw him suck hard, before his lips parted and his teeth clamped her nipple. 

"Ahhhh, Yessss!" Sharon moaned loudly and thrust her chest forward.

Chris raised his head, stretching her nipple and pulling her tit into a cone shape. Sharon shivered. Chris opened his mouth and her tit fell back, jiggling. Again he sucked her nipple into his mouth to begin the process again.

He did this many times to both tits and had his mother gasping, moaning, and wiggling beneath him. Sharon pulled his shirt off and jerked his head back to her tit so he could continue sucking and biting her nipples.

Breathing heavily, she began fumbling with his pants. Finally, with a look of pure lust on her face, she pushed him up. She jerked his pants down, exposing his hard cock. Precum, oozing from the tip.

She moved rapidly. Her hand barely closed around his cock before she licked the tip. A string of precum hung from her tongue to his cock. His cock was in her mouth. She moved so fast, the camera only caught a blur. Her head bobbed as she sucked him, like mad.

With his head back and his eyes closed, his mother' mouth on his cock had him shuddering from the exquisite sensations. 'Oh God, I know that feeling. Woo! Do I ever!' Sharon was sucking her son' cock like she always does mine, her tits swinging wildly, beneath her. It was really something to watch.

In a couple of minutes, he began pulling his ass back, gasping, "Oh! Oh!"

Sharon knew he was going to cum. So did, I. She put her arm between his legs and grabbed his ass, keeping him from pulling away.

"Oh, God!" He cried out, as he shuddered and jerked. He was cuming. 

Sharon was sucking down her son' cum on video and I came in my pants, watching it. 'Whoa! Damn, I wanted to see it. But, I didn't know, it would make me cum in my pants. Shit Fire! What'll watching them fuck, do to me!?' I quickly changed and just as a precaution, put a washcloth in my shorts.

I walked around a bit and damn if I didn't stay as hard as a piece of rebar, just thinking about Chris, fucking his mother. Going back, I just stared at the screen for a minute, before hitting play.

As they kissed, Sharon wiggled out of her skirt. Leaving her clad in garter-belt, hose, heels and my favorite, her lavender panties. She lay back, pulling the skirt off and dropping it. Spreading her legs, she ran her hands down her thighs to her covered pussy. Nothing was said. She lay there inviting him as she continued to rub her hands up and down her thighs.

I expected the boy to go right to it. But, he surprised me by picking up her leg and kissing her ankle. He kissed her around her ankle several times before kissing his way to her pussy. Once again, he didn't just go at it. He kissed, licked and nibbled her covered pussy as she moaned and wiggled.

With a smile, he pulled her soaked panties part way down and said, "I'm going to suck your pussy before I fuck you real hard."

"OoooH, I like tha-at. Go ahead, big boy, show me what ya can do."

Chris removed her panties and once again slowly kissed his way to the prize. Sharon played with her tits. He kissed the bend of her legs, on each side of her pussy several times, before licking right up the middle, from asshole to clit. Rolling her hips, Sharon moaned and shivered.

Watching Chris lick and suck his mother' inner and outer pussylips, had me trembling. Sharon was moaning, shaking and rolling her hips. I moaned along with Sharon as Chris moved up to lick and suck her clit. 

Gasping and shaking, Sharon clamped her legs against Chris' head as she had an orgasm.

Chris shifted down a little bit and sucked just below her clit as he darted his tongue in and out of her pussy. Sharon began having rolling orgasms. And, damn, if I didn't feel like I was going to cum again.

Chris didn't let up on his mother, he kept licking, sucking and tongue fucking her flowing pussy.

I lost count of the number of times Sharon clamped her legs together or grabbed his head as she orgasmed.

"Oh ... God ... Please ... I ... can't ... take ... any ... more ... Fuck ... Me ... Please." Sharon gasped each word weakly.

Chris raised his head. His face was soaked. Sharon' cum was dripping from his chin. Smiling, he said, "That's what I've been waiting for. Say it again."

Sharon opened her eyes. "Please, please, I need your cock. Dear God, Please! Fuck Me, Now!"

She grabbed his ears and began pulling him up. 

His ass came into view, followed by his balls with his cock sliding between her asscheeks. When his glans came to her still open wet pussy, he pushed forward, sinking completely into his mother.

"Yessss! Oh God, your cock feels hot. Fuck me, like you said. Give it to me, hard."

Chris started, full length strokes. Slamming into her with a soft thud, repeatedly. It was an almost unbelievable sight. Minutes passed and I couldn't imagine how he was keeping up that pace. Then I remembered, he was a distance runner, in high school. 

Wham, wham, wham. He repeatedly slammed his cock into his mother and she was moaning and whimpering with each thrust. Her ass wiggled and bounced until it began jerking around. I knew then, she was having an orgasm, which was also evidenced by the noise she made.

Over and over and over, he brought her to orgasm with his pounding cock. 'God, this is better than any porn, I've ever seen. Shit, Fire, he can fuck.'

I noticed Sharon' cum ran down the crack of her ass, to pool up on the couch. 'Yeah, I remember that wet spot. Damn. Da-um. ... That was three weeks ago. Jesus! How long have they been doing this?'

Sharon' hands appeared on his driving ass, she was pulling him. "C'mon baby. Gimme your cum. Let me feel your cum." Chris hit overdrive, slamming into her faster. A blur on the screen. "Yessss, Baby, Yessss. Do it! Do it! Cummmmm!"

Chris slammed into his mother, quivering in place as he came deep in her pussy. He slowed to barely moving as his cock softened. But, Sharon wouldn't let go of her son' ass. She held him in place, making sure he emptied his balls in her womb. (That, I learned, was the birth of Sharon' fantasy.) 'Holy Shit!' I came in my pants again. 'I don't think, I can watch the other one. Not after cuming three times from this one.'

It ended with his soft cock slipping from her pussy. Then, both of her hands came down rubbing and pressing the lips together.

I couldn't watch anymore, not then, anyway. So I copied the cards and put everything in the bag. Then I put the bag, downstairs, in the bottom of my gunsafe.

That evening was murder. I was still reeling from my discovery. Chris was nervously searching for his camera bag. Sharon was discreetly trying to help him find it. There was an undescribable tension in the air.

The next day, I found out one of the reasons Chris wanted to find that bag. He had a three week evaluation, coming up, for his application to Juilliard and part of his portfolio was in the bag. I had the stuff copied so I looked around the front steps to see if I could slip it out there. There was a space, big enough for the bag to fall through, on the garage side.

I took the bag out, rolled it over into that hole and reached down to tap it so it rolled under the steps. 'That should work.'

That day Chris got his confirmation letter and he needed to catch a flight to New York, in three days. I heard him tell his mother that it would be useless to go now, since his portfolio was incomplete. "But, Mom! You don't understand! They don't like, 'Halfway.' My work has to be complete!"

I walked in. "What's going on? Did I hear you say, you aren't going? After all the work you've done."

"Dad! You don't understand! They won't take me with an incomplete portfolio! ... And, I've lost part of mine!"

The pain on his face and in his voice, made my knees weak. I made him tell me about this bag. He explained, how he had to put his stuff down on the steps, then pick it up in sequence so he could carry it to school. Only, when he got to school, that bag was missing.

After getting a flashlight and handing it to him, he looked again. He looked in the one place he hadn't looked, because he couldn't remember putting anything down over there. You should have seen the expression on his face, when he spotted the bag.

"Well, now that you found it. Show us what's in it."

Sharon let out a little gasp and the color drained from Chris' face. I thought he was going to faint. He recovered quickly. "Aw, dad, it's just that artsy fartsy stuff you always moan about."

"If that's what it is, I don't see why those schools cost so much." I replied in my 'Dad' way. And, I went on in he house. Then I found out, I was getting an unexpected paid vacation. The insurance company was going to cover our lost wages while repairs were made at work. Now I would be home until Chris left.

Those last few days, Chris was gone most of the time, finishing an abstract film composition. What little time he was home, I made sure the two of them weren't alone for more than a few seconds at a time.

I did, however, spot a few intimate touches, between them. Chris, with his hand on Sharon' ass. Chris' upper arm, brushing across his mothers chest. Sharon' hand on his crotch. I knew the two of them wanted to do something before he left.

The night before we were to take Chris to the airport. Sharon and I went to bed. When my breathing steadied, Sharon slipped out of bed. I watched as she slipped off her panties and tip-toed out the door.

I looked down the hall as Sharon entered his room. I followed. As I looked through the door hinge gap, I saw Sharon standing there, kissing our naked son.

"Oh, God, Mom! I want to fuck you, soooo bad." He moaned. 

Sharon put her fingers to his lips. "Shhhh. That's what I'm here for. Your dad's home, we have to be quiet." They kissed again. "It has to be a quickie ... and you can't cum in me."

"AW, Mom!"

Sharon' hand quickly covered his mouth. "I can't go back to bed with your dad after you cum in me, now!" They began kissing passionately. Both sets of hands, going everywhere. Sharon pushed away. "Make it quick, and when you're ready, pull out. You can cum in my mouth."

I expected Sharon to lay on the bed. But she didn't, she turned around, bent and put her hands on her knees. Chris pushed his cock down and stepped to his mother. He rubbed his cock around a little and Sharon wiggled her ass. With one hand on her ass, Chris stepped forward, sinking his cock into her.

Sharon moved her hips and moaned, "Mmmmm, Yessss, Baby." As she began fucking his cock, she looked over her shoulder. "Make it fast, baby. And pull out. You can cum in my mouth." Then she moaned again as she lowered her head and increased her movements.

Chris didn't move at first, he caressed her ass with both hands. Moving his hands to his mother' hips and he began pouring it on.

Sharon dropped her head and moaned. "Oh God Yes, baby. Fuck me, fast."

The sound of their slapping together seemed loud. I went back to our bedroom door and I could still hear them. I went back to continue watching my wife and son fucking. Live, not on the computer. Sharon' hand was in her mouth, I guess to keep herself quiet. Chris' ass was a blur, he was hitting it as fast as he could.

Suddenly, Chris pushed himself back. He was looking up at the ceiling. Sharon spun around and barely got his cockhead in her mouth before he started jerking as he came. Chris had held out to the very last second before pulling out. But, he did pull out, just as his mother asked.

Sharon released his soft cock from her mouth and stood, slowly. For a split second they looked into each others eyes. Then Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck and they began kissing hungrily.

I hurried back to bed. It seemed like I barely got there, before Sharon returned. She got in bed, lay there for a few seconds then turned against me. Her arm came over me and she snuggled into me.

"Did you like what you saw?" My eyes flew open and my heart fluttered. I barely managed to not move or respond. She kissed my neck. "Answer me." I stirred a little and groaned. She moved her hand down to grab my hard cock. Squeezing it, she said, firmly, "John Calvin Thomas! I know you're not asleep. I saw you. Now answer, me."

I let out a deep sigh before turning to look into her eyes. "Yes and No."

"Explain."

"No, I didn't like seeing you with someone else. Yes, I liked what I saw."

"You didn't like it, but you liked it. You didn't say anything about it being our son. That didn't bother you?"

I grimaced. "No. That's the part, I liked."

"How long were you watching?" I didn't answer, she squeezed my cock hard. "HOW LONG!"

"I followed you."

"What! Seriously? What made you do that?" Again, I didn't say anything. This time she jerked my cock upward, very hard.

I yelped, "Easy!" And tried to retreat into the bed. She widened her eyes and moved her head as she tightened her grip. "OK! OK! ... I found Chris' bag the other day."

"Oh! My! God! And ... and the videos were in it?"

"Yes."

"But, why did you suspect me and Chris?"

"You two on video."

"WHAT! That little shit! He was supposed to keep those hidden."

"They were hidden. I just happened to find them. In fact, the envelope was marked, 'Very Private.'"

"So, then. You know about me, Chris, Timmy, Jack and Paul."

"Paul! Paul who? There wasn't any Paul."

Sharon climbed up on top of me and kissed me. "We can talk about that later. Right now, I need to know what you are going to do."

"Do? What do you mean?"

"Well, you didn't get violent. You're not going on about divorce. Am I going to have to stop? Can I continue? Or, are you going to join in?"

"Stop, continue, Join in?"

Sharon kissed me again. "Yeah. Join in, honey. I really would like to continue, with you."

It all began running quickly through my mind. Yeah, I wanted her to continue. And, yeah, I wanted to be part of it. And, I wanted her to explain why she would let these boys control her. Plus, that little thought, deep in my mind, about fucking our big titted daughter.

My trance was broken by Sharon kissing me again. "You're thinking about it aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am."

She raised up. "For ... or against?" She asked softly with a questioning look.

"For."

She came down on me, hugging and kissing. "I want you to show me what you saw."

"Show you?"

"Yes. Show me what you saw Chris do." I got out of bed and stood in the middle of the room. Sharon got up and came to me. "Why aren't you naked?"

I took off my t-shirt and shorts, Sharon wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me.

"I know you heard what was said, as well. So, you have to pull out and cum in my mouth, too." Then she turned around, just like she did for our son.

What I saw, flashed through my mind and I imagined what our son felt as he was presented his mother' ass and waiting pussy. My cock grew harder and throbbed. Just as our son did, I put my hand on her ass as I pushed my cock down and stepped forward. I too, moved my cockhead around before stepping forward and entering her hot wet pussy.

Sharon moaned, just as she did when our son entered her and began fucking me. I too caressed her ass with my hands, before taking hold of her hips. I paused, letting the feeling of her silky smooth pussy fill my mind as she squirmed.

"Oh God, Honey! Please, Fuck Me!" She blurted out, loudly.

I began slamming into her as hard as I could. Just as our son had done, a little earlier. Unlike our son, I had the luxury of being able to take as long as I needed. And if I could, I wanted to fuck her dry.

As we fucked, her whimpers became cries. And those cries got louder and louder. If Chris was awake, I knew he had to hear his mother being fucked. 

I was at the point, when I heard Sharon softly beg. "Dear God! ... Honey, Please ... please Cum!"

I was there and she didn't have to beg for it, but hearing it made me feel great. I stepped back. Sharon came around, grabbed my hips and took my cock completely in her mouth. I erupted so strongly, my breathing stopped and my mind went blank.

When I opened my eyes, Sharon was on her knees, looking up at me with my softening cock in her mouth. She let my soft cock slip from her lips and slowly stood. Wrapping her arms around my neck and touching noses, she paused before kissing me.




What Happened



Her tongue entered my mouth and I could taste the tanginess. It's not like I haven't tasted my cum before. Hell, I've eaten her pussy many times after fucking. Not just after. I love eating pussy, before, during and after sex.

The shock of my mouth being filled with it, made me pull back. Trapped, I couldn't get away. I tried to give it back to her, but she blocked me. 'What the hell.' I thought and swallowed it. When I did, Sharon increased the intensity of her kissing.

When Sharon slowed down and finished her kissing, we once again touched noses. "You didn't know, that's what I did to Chris earlier. Did you?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Well. Now you know what it's like. Oh, I know you've tasted it before. But, now you know what a mouthful, is like." 

We went back to bed. Sharon snuggled tightly against me. We lay quietly, for a few minutes.

"How are we going to do this, Honey?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Chris is terribly afraid of you finding out. That's why he's been so nervous around you. Especially since starting his film project."

A really perverted idea entered my head. I whispered it in her ear.

"Oh My God! Really! You'd do that!?"

"Yeah, I'd like to."

"Fuck Yeah, then! Let's do it! It'll completely blow him away."

The next morning, I remained semi-hard just thinking about what we were going to do. Sharon and I fixed breakfast as Chris packed and repacked again. At breakfast Chris went on and on about Juilliard and how he would graduate with two degrees, instead of one. 

The time arrived for the trip to the airport and the beginning of my idea. Sharon remained inside while Chris and I loaded the car. When she came out, she was wearing her night-on-the-town halter-top, mid-thigh dress and spike high-heels.

Our son' eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. Sharon gave a slight wiggle, accentuating the fact that she was braless. Chris shivered as she sashayed past us and got in the backseat. I knew he'd want to sit in the back, so he could lean over and look down her dress.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, before reaching for the front door. I stopped him and pushed him back as I opened the back door. "Your Mom wants you to sit with her." I said smiling.

Chris leaned down and started getting in. Suddenly, he yelled out, "Mom! Oh Shit!" Straightening up he smacked his head as he came back out of the car. He had a bewildered, wide-eyed look.

I grabbed his arm. "Take it easy, boy. Your Mom wants to give you a special, Good Bye." I winked. "Now, go ahead. Enjoy it." Then I helped him back in. I saw why he jumped. Sharon had pulled her halter top aside, exposing her tits. Smiling, I took my position as chauffeur. 

I turned around to see as I backed out of the driveway. Looking at Chris, I said, "You and your mother have until we get to the airport, to say goodbye." It would be over an hour. Sharon smiled and put his hand on her tit, then turned his face to kiss him. 

As I drove down the street, I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see. Sharon already had his cock out, stroking and kissing it. She winked and mouthed, "Thank You," before putting it in her mouth.

A couple of blocks down the street, Sharon' knee stuck up in the air. I twisted the mirror to see Chris' hand rubbing her pantyless exposed pussy. His head was laid back and his eyes were closed.

Before we reached the freeway, Sharon was on top of him, facing away. I imagined him sucking her tits as she bounced up and down. But, I couldn't see anything. Her dress was in the way. Finally, Chris pulled her dress up, to hold her ass. I could see her pussy pull out along his cock, as she bounced up and down.

Shit, it's hard to drive and watch two people fuck through the rear view mirror. I heard her moans and whimpers getting louder, until she pushed down on him and trembled. I don't know if Chris came or not, but Sharon sure as hell did.

When I looked again, Sharon was sucking his cock again. I noticed a car staying beside us. Moving the mirror, I saw Sharon' bare ass in the air. Chris must have been playing with her pussy, cause I could see something moving. The car next to us, had a clear view.

The car didn't come on around until Sharon dropped her ass. As it did, I looked to see a woman, smiling and giving me a thumbs up.

Sharon again straddled her son. Only this time she was facing me. Her tits were flying up and down as he held her waist. And this time I could fully see his cock going in and out of her pussy. Pulling the lips out and rolling them back in on each bounce.

Sharon gasped out, "I love you, for this. Thank You J C." J C, my initials, that's what she calls me when she's pleased.

Chris had his mother lay on the seat, so he could eat pussy. I couldn't see a lot, because her leg kept getting in the way. What I did see of him licking his mother' pussy and sucking it into his mouth, was an absolute turn-on.

The airport sign came up. "Better finish saying Goodbye, we're almost there."

"Which do you want, Baby? Pussy or mouth?"

"Your pussy, Mom. God, you know I want to cum in your pussy." He said almost pleading.

"It's a good thing, I put panties in my purse. Otherwise, the people at the airport would see your cum, running down my legs." She chuckled. "Get your cock in there and fill me up."

Chris started to get on top of her, but she said, "Wait! We need to turn sideways, so your father can see."

Sharon moved and Chris took his place. I had a perfect view as he buried his cock in his mother' pussy. "Fuck me hard, Baby. Fill mommy with boy cum."

I was swerving more, watching them finish. Hell, I swerved a lot during that drive. Chris pounded away into his mother' pussy, bringing her to almost screaming. We were almost to the parking lot before he came.

"Oh, Yessss. That's it, cum in mommy." Sharon moaned loudly as Chris emptied his balls. I thought I was going to cum in my pants, when I heard her.

We were at the gate. It's a good thing a machine dispenses the ticket. An attendant would have seen them. 

As Chris pulled out, Sharon said, "Let me suck you clean, Baby." My view was blocked by him going up against the car roof. 

Sharon put her panties on and straightened herself up, before we went in the airport. I had another nasty idea and retrieved her emergency panties from the glovebox.

In the airport, I kissed Sharon and whispered, "Put these on and give Chris the pair you're wearing," as I put the clean panties in her hand.

Sharon glanced at them and smiled real big, before hurrying off to the bathroom. Just before Chris entered the security check, Sharon hugged and kissed him. Then she took his hand and gave him the panties.

"Here's a souvenir of our saying goodbye." She said in her sexiest voice.

Chris looked at the panties and his face lit up as he smiled from ear to ear. Then he hugged me harder than ever. "Thanks Dad. You're the greatest." He walked away.

Sharon and I hung around and watched the plane take off. As it did, she caressed my face, kissed me and whispered, "Having his baby, is next." 



What Happened After



Well, I was asked to write about what happened after I kind of lost control with the older patient in the recovery facility. To be honest I have been surprised and amazed that someone actually read my experience. Even more surprised that anyone would want to know more. It takes a while for me to write anything so please be patient. Grammar is my sworn enemy and I swear that the only reason spell checkers exist are to depress people. 

Anyway, I have to admit that what happened that first time with my patient kind of escalated and definitely got away from me. My body took over my brain and I went kind of crazy. My husband was the instigator and his continuing "urging" contributed to that first time for sure. My husband also became rather passionate, and, frankly, obsessive about my letting the gentleman play with me between my legs by his bed both with my scrubs up and with them down. When he did this I masturbated him at the same time. 

It was not that easy to do this. Awkward for me but between his touching me (it really felt good) and my hand moving up and down his hardened penis, I actually began to really look forward to these sessions. I became mesmerized watching my hand move up and down on his swollen penis and pulling his foreskin over the top of it and then down again. As his penis enlarged it took a firmer grasp to hold onto the foreskin and push it up and over the tip. As I brought it back it would kind of quickly slip back behind the flair. It was fascinating to me particularly when, as I was doing this a finger would find my very sensitive clitoris and send a "shock" up through me. The tip of it was so very shiny like it was wet -- but it wasn't, just very shiny. His touching me down there with his fingers aroused me to almost seeing stars with an orgasm quickly following. 

I also loved watching his face. When he wasn't looking at my face (which made me turn red almost every time) his eyes were closed and he seemed very serene. 

I always had an orgasm before he ejaculated and my legs became weak and tred to buckle under me. I found that I either had to sit down and take my hand away from his penis which I didn't really want to do. Or, I could lay my head down on his stomach lean against the bed and continue to let his fingers touch me. That was great. From my head being on his stomach I could watch him ejaculate in quick spurts, first clear semen and then milky sperm (?) right after. Sometimes the semen would almost reach my face. I absolutely loved watching the semen spurt out and feel his penis expand and contract in my hand. And, I swear, that my husband loved it even more each time he asked me to tell him about it. 

Once, and only once, as I was having a particularly strong orgasm, he pushed the back of my head towards his penis. My head slid over his stomach and I knew what he wanted. I don't do this for my husband as I have never really liked it. But, when my mouth reached him I opened it and just swallowed the shiny tip of his penis. My instinct, normally, was to pull away but I didn't do that. The skin was so firm and hard and very, very hot. He gently thrust into my mouth several times using his hips and I did not move, just held myself there and waited for "it" to happen. A few pushes later semen shot into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. I was surprised at its force. It instantly coated my mouth with a sticky feeling, acrid tasting film. That is the only way I can describe it. It was not pleasant. Then, right after, came a spurt of sperm (?), which, to my surprise, although very different, tasted ok. I didn't want to swallow it but I gagged and some went down my throat. 

I was still holding his penis and when it stopped twitching and I slid my mouth off of him and for some reason tried to not spill any on him. I turned to him with my mouth full. He whispered a thank you and I stupidly tried to say something back. When I opened my mouth some of it dribbled out. I can only imagine what he saw inside there. He laughed out loud and I ran to the bathroom and quickly began spitting it out in the sink. When I came back he was still laughing. I had never heard him laugh before. I was really embarrassed but I could not help it - I started to laugh, also. 

I had to describe all this in detail to my husband who seemed to be quite impressed. What a strange man I married.



What Happened After Britney's Bath?



Britney gets out of the tub dripping wet. I get her a towel and as I put it around her, she reaches out and grabs me and kisses me. She tastes so good and she grabs and fondles my breasts. She pulls at my shirt and unbuttons it very quickly. She pulls it down my shoulders, urgently. She pushes me toward the bed and we fall onto it. She continues to kiss me and removes my bra. She rubs my breast and pinches my nipple, hard.

"You like it rough, Don't you?" she says while pinching my other nipple. She begins to kiss my breasts licking and biting them.

"Yes," I answer her. She feels so good, I hope this night never ends I think to myself.

She begins unbuttoning my pants and pushes her hand down my panties. She rubs her finger on my clit and pulls it out and sucks my juices off her finger.

"You are so wet, Angela. You like this, Don't you?"

"Yes," I reply while she gets up and jerks my pants from my body. She then pulls my pants off and dives her face into my pussy. She licks my clit and reaches up to play with my tit. She is licking and sucking and she sticks her hand inside me. 

"I want to taste you." I say to her. She puts her legs over my head and puts her sweet pussy right in my face I begin licking and sucking her clit. I insert my fingers into her sexy little hole. Meanwhile, she is still working on me. She works her fingers in and out faster and faster. She is gonna make me cum, but I hold back and wait for her to cum also. I speed up my fingers and my tongue, she tastes so sweet. She starts rubbing her pussy against my face as I lick, bite, and suck her juicy pussy. She shoves her finger into my ass and I cum onto her face at the same time she cums all over my face and I swallow all her juices. She falls off of me onto the bed beside me. We fall asleep.

When I wake in the morning Britney has made a list of things for me to get at the adult store and a local grocery store. Which I will gladly do. When I return she is still nude (doesn't need closes if you ask me.) She takes the sack from me and sits it on the table. 

She looks at me and says, "Do you wanna play, or do you wanna eat?" I smile at her and pull out some strawberries and whip cream.

"Lay down", I say to her. I remove my clothes and walk toward her, I put whip cream on her nipples and her pussy. I top her pussy with a strawberry. "Mmmm, now that looks good, lick your nipples clean." She licks her nipples, while I start at her pussy I lick her and suck her and dip the strawberry in and feed it to her. I then get out a strap on and put it on. I get on the bed and dive into her pussy roughly in and out. She moans loudly.

"That's so good," she says.

"Do you like the way I fuck your tight little pussy?"

"YES!" she says loudly. I bite her nipple and move the faster and faster inside her. She is so beautiful as she moans and begins to shudder. "I'm gonna cum," she says and bites her lip as the pleasure takes over her whole body.

After she calms down she says, "Let's take a shower." I follow her as I watch her ass sway her juices shining on her legs and lower ass cheek. She turns on the water and we climb in. I grab the soap and push myself against her back reach around and scrub her sexy tits. I then move down and wash her tummy, she turns and begins kissing me softly. She takes the soap away and begins washing me, rubbing my ass and back. She drops the soap and when she bends over I stick my soapy finger into her ass and start moving it in and out real slow.

"Ohhhh," she moans, "put some in my pussy too." So I put three fingers in her pussy and move in and out of her pussy and ass rotating. She pinches her nipple while I pleasure her holes. Thump! We hear a noise and stop. I get out to go see what's going on. Britney follows behind me I open the door and who is standing there. Its Justin Britney's Boyfriend.

"Justin," Britney says excitedly, "Do you want to join us?"

He grins, "Sure, Britney, I was watching and fell while trying to jerk off." Britney walks over to him and gets on her knees and upzips his pants. He is as hard as a rock.

"I guess you were, you missed a good show." She takes his cock into her mouth and sucks greedily. I am just watching right now, I knew they were lying about being virgins and I had to know why.

"Britney," I ask, "why do you tell the public that you are a virgin?"

She stops sucking him to answer, "because some of my fans are way too young and they look up to me, plus my mother doesn't need to know."

"You are a clever girl," I say to her. 

"Come over here and help me," she says. So I join her in sucking at Justin's cock. We both lick and suck at it and kiss each other. Then I move up and kiss Justin, Britney does the same and we push him to the bed. We strip his clothes in a hurry. Kissing his young sexy body. Britney jumps on top of him to go for a ride and I straddle his face. He licks at my pussy and she fucks his cock good. She slowly raises her self up and slams down onto his cock and increases her speed. Up and down, she begins to cum, and then gets off his cock, but he is not done so I climb onto his cock and she sits on his face. He laps up her cum while I ride him. She cums again all over his face. Then he cums inside me and I cum all over him. Britney and I then lick up all the cum mixture that is all over his cock. We then kiss each other again. We all fall asleep tangled up together.

When I wake up they are still sleeping so I go take a shower, I think of all the wonderful things that happened and I play with my clit. When I get out of the shower, Britney is being fucked doggie style by Justin. I stay at the door and watch the two lovers. They are so beautiful together. She begins to moan and screams his name several times. He is pounding at her gate very quickly and they cum and fall to the bed. I walk from the bathroom. They see me and I start to get dressed. "Where are you off to?" Britney asks.

"I need to go and get something, I will be back if you want me to," I say to her.

"Oh defiantly, you are awesome. What are you getting?"

"Its a surprise" I reply.

"I love to be surprised," she says.

I go and get my boyfriend, Robbie and tell him all the details of what has taken place. He doesn't believe me so I tell him to come with me and find out for himself. When I return, Britney is reading and Justin isn't around.

"Where's Justin?"

"He went back, he has to catch a plane. They are on TRL tomorrow. Who's that? Is that sexy guy my surprise?"

"Sure is," I say to her, "let's show him a good time."

"I'd love to." She takes his hand and leads him to the bed. She kisses him and sucks on his ear. She is dressed so she begins removing her clothes and his. She looks up at me.

"Come over here," she says. So I move toward her and take off my clothes.

We are all naked now. She sucks his cock while I kiss and lick her pussy which I love to do. I shove my fingers into her. She continues working his cock. She is so wet and juicy. We change positions again. She grabs the strap on and puts it on.

"Lay down Angela, its my turn."

She climbs on top of me and begins fucking me real good. Robbie gets behind her and starts fucking her up the ass. She loves this and pushes herself into him. We all climax together and fall sleep.

To Be Continued... 



What Happened at Laurie's Apartment



Ok, this the first time for me so "be gentle"... LOL

A couple weeks ago, after a few drinks, my girlfriend Karrie, her sister Laurie and I finally went to get Karrie's clit pierced like we had talked about forever. Having gotten hers done a year or so ago, Laurie went along for support. 

Now, here we are at Laurie's apartment. The 3 of us are sitting on the couch with me in the middle, when Laurie mentions she really didn't get a good look at Karrie's piercing while it was being done, and wants to see it again in the light. 

Karrie lifts up her short little skirt and her sister leans slightly across my body to get a little closer. I can feel her nipples harden against my legs while she stares intently. 

Laurie looks like she wants to touch it, but instead she tells me to move it around a little so she can "see it better". 

I do just that, "accidentally" sliding a knuckle up and down her sister's wet slit causing Karrie to whimper, and shiver just a little bit. 

When Laurie leans back, my girlfriend looks over at her and reminds her of their deal. 

Laurie lets me know that Karrie had told her that if she saw Karrie's then I got to see hers. 

Without hesitating, Laurie stands and wiggles out of her tight jeans then flops back down on the couch with one foot on the floor, and the other resting on the back of the couch. Then, looking right past me and straight at her sister, making sure she's serious, Laurie pulls her little pink thong to the side, exposing her cute bald little pussy, and the tiny silver ring directly above it. 

After a few seconds where nobody moves or makes a sound, in her best Laurie voice, Karrie tells me, "Move it around a little bit." 

Looking at Laurie for any sign that I should stop, I slowly reach out until my fingetips touch the tiny little ring. I jostle it just a little, but without the knuckle sliding Karrie received. 

As if getting even for her sibling's voice impersonation, she makes a "Karrie whimper", but the shiver is all real, and just as I'm trying to decide whether to stop, or to keep up the motion, Karrie lets out a small cry of pain. We both look to her. She tells us that she accidentally bumped her new jewelry and it hurt. 

Laurie and I look down and see that Karrie now has her middle finger slowly moving in and out of her wet, puffy, cunt. 

Laurie giggles and says that I should probably kiss it and make it better. Karrie nods her head a tiny bit in agreement, biting her bottom lip. I lean over and gently touch my lips to her slightly salty wetness, tasting her delicious flavor from the tips of Karrie's finger as it brushes past my lips. 

I sit back up and Karrie tells me that because of the deal I should definitely kiss Laurie's too. I tell my girl that Laurie's doesn't seem to be hurt. 

But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I hear from Laurie a very quiet and unconvincing, "Ow." 

To which her sister replies, "See? Now give her's a kiss too." 

I lean in toward Laurie, and I can smell her excitement. As my mouth makes contact with the lips of her pussy, I can taste her, similiar to Karrie's, but definitely different. 

After a quick kiss I start to back away, but then I feel Karrie's foot on the back of my head. She urges me to stay, telling me I can do better than that. With no other choice I give in to my urges and begin kissing and sucking Laurie's pussy for real. Karrie's foot leaves the back of my head, and I can tell by her steady moans that she is now fucking herself, without caring if we're watching or who might see her. 

Suddenly I feel Karrie's warm naked body at my back, her hands fumbling to undo my pants, then pulling them to my knees and off my body. The next thing I feel is her hot, wet mouth coming from below to engulf my rock hard cock. Laurie has her fingers tangled in my short hair, while her sister has one hand wrapped around my dick and the other cupping my balls.

I begin nibbling on Laurie's protruding clit, and pulling on the ring attached there, causing her excitement to build quickly. Within minutes she's starting to cum. 

I feel Karrie's body reposition behind me, until she is forcing me closer to Laurie, my cock nearer her wet hot opening...

To BE CONTINUED! 



What Happened At The Wedding



I had been looking forward to this day for awhile. One of my aunts was to re marry and all families would attend this very happy event.

There are three aunts with whom I have an intimate relationship with. Two of these aunts lived a few hundred miles away. One such aunt was Betty on my moms side. and she lives a couple of towns away.

She is tall with long dark hair and quite often wore a style of glasses I liked alot. They were the B&Ls Reeves style, brown in a rectangular style,very feminine.

I always felt I could talk honestly with her about things a guy thinks about in his early to mid twenties.

Aunt Betty often asked me to take care of her cats when she was away on business trips. And that was when I would don a womans clothes. Well one day she came back eight hours earlier giving her the chance to see her nephew dressed as a sixty five year old woman.

Betty was rather surprised but quite understanding as well. She loved reading about pyschology and sex. As it was she read that a guy can sometimes be more aroused than ordinary whilst donning clothes of the opposise sex.

Betty was single but still had her desires and one day when I was there, she figured I could help her with some household chores. She had a closet whose ceiling was high and the bulb burned out. So as I am up a few rungs I took a look at her voluptuous bosoms and cleavage and she noticed.

"Like what you see there Raymond?"

"Hell yes aunt Betty, what I would do to mess around with those." 

Aunt Betty knew not that I had a lady friend in her sixties, who wore her half-glasses from a string of small pearls, and that I knew what to do with that sexy eyeglass chain so far as her nipples were concerned. 

I guess it was the fashion at the time, Betty had a pair of glasses hung by beads as well. Standing on the ladder with an erection I was thinking about making auntie feel better.

"That is one hell of a lump Ray, did I make that happen? because if I did it means I still have it." 

"Any chance of you doing something with it aunt Betty?"

"Not now,but when we go to the wedding I will have a room at the courtyard for a few days. We could end up having more of a good time than the bride will. Course I want to check something out and see if you are more aroused in a dress than without. How does that sound?"

The day arrived when an aunt was to re marry and a few hundred people headed off to the church where the ceremony would take place. It was nice but the usual where both the bride and groom swear to forsake all others and to actually like each other at times. Then we all headed to the country club where the reception was to take place. There of course would be much champagne cork popping and drinking. There was a buffet with chicken and macaroni prime rib an vegies I never heard of. 

Five hours went by and the crowd was looking like they had enough of a good time and aunt Betty came to me with her sister Gert and said,

"Lets go back to my room."

So we are walking and aunt Betty told Gert she always wanted to be involved in a three-some and asked Gert what she thought about it. 

"Oh sure,no trouble but who are we going to have for a man?" 

"Raymond, who else?" Said aunt Betty.

Betty had it all figured out. She said we just use first names minus the aunt so incest would not be involved and we stripped with in minutes.

They had this all set up! all the details! Just great. Both aunts wearing a doms style bra with the aureolas and nipples exposed and there were extra high heels around, pink, beige and black patent. 

First the aunts wanted to get me aroused by teasing me with their half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chains and yes high heels. When the aunts saw I was pretty rigid they would flip a coin to see who was going to be entered by me.

Gert won and I was very happy about that, been wanting to ball her for the longest time ever. And whilst doing her I would have my head buried in Betty's pussy as far as possible and maybe lick the clit that would send her to the land of orgasms.

Only God knew how long we were all in the sack. And we knew we had such a great time and now we would do other things. Having me in drag and playing with Gerts bosoms as Betty had me fill her heels with cum so she could feel it between her sexy toes with the red nail polish.  We had a severe case of the munchies and ordered room service. The guy who brought up the food gawked at me, had he never seen a guy in a dress and heels?

The hour was late and we agreed to go to snoozeville, so we all climbed into that king size bed and went to sleep

Next morning we got dressed and went down for breakfast,and talked about the great time we had.

We all agreed we had a much better time than did the bride and that I should make a real effort to visit my aunts more often.




This was a story basicly meant to try a new means of submiting by c&p and having NO word wrap. However an edited version with much more detail to sex will be available soon.      

Thank you.