11 comments/ 47587 views/ 8 favorites Evenings By: tirreno12 Early summer. Half past ten pm. A comfy bedroom. Andrew, the husband, is on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Susan, his wife, enters the room. Medium size, brunette, green eyes she is the typical next door mid-thirty-young-very-good-looking housewife. She hangs her dressing-gown and goes to the full length mirror in her panties only looking at herself for a while. They married 14 years ago, their kids are Emma, 13 years old, Tommy 11 years old, the little Frances 5 years old and they compose a beautiful and loving family. "Do the kids sleep, Susie?" he asks. "Frances does, Tommy and Emma are still awake," she anwers hinting at their children. "You spent a lot of of time with them. I believed they slept all," he adds. "I spoke to Carla on the cellular phone too," Susan answers again looking at her image in the mirror. From head to toes fit and pretty. She throws her panties on a chair sporting a nice hairy patch then she strokes her hips with her palms. "Ok," answers Andrew inattentively. After a pause he gives a little yawn. Susan looks at his husband through the mirror and says "Do you want to sleep, hon?" She now cups her medium size boobs wich are very nice with large areolas and hard nipples. Only a bit pendulous, but sexy. "No, dear, not yet. I want to read a few minutes again," says Andrew looking vaguely at her. "How about a little talk?" she looks closely at her boobs and tries to lift them up a bit. "Why not, dear? I'm listening to you," says Andrew putting his paper down. "I shoud like to go to Carla's house for a tanning session tomorrow afternoon. I think to leave the kids with your mother until you go to take them back. They don't stay with their grannie very much never the less," Susan proposes. "Great Susie, mom is happy when the kids stay with her." "I'm afraid that Grandma gets tired looking after three kids thirteen, eleven and five years old. Am I wrong, dear?" she joins her husband on the bed. "O no, don't be afraid, Susie. Emma and Tommy will do their lesson while mom takes care of Frances. No problem, you like so much to go to Carla for tanning after all." "O thanks, dear. Take a little kiss. That's true, I like to go to Carla," she kisses him again, "four or five women tanning topless and talking on their own. That's much better than going to the beach. You ought to see us, we are not-so-bad-looking girls," she says cunningly with a little laugh. "Topless?" "Yes, honey, topless is the rule. The place is so secluded that nobody can spy on us. We call Carla's garden ʻthe topless ladies parlourʼ in joke. We think to be more liberated women without a top," she has a little laugh again. "Mmmm, interesting," comments Andrew . "Sometimes one or another sheds her panties too, but not always," adds Susan kissing again her husband. "And are you that one, Susie?" "Sometimes but not always, hon," she laughs loudly again, "do you like the idea of your wife tanning naked? you always ask me to avoid the top when the kids aren't with us at the beach." "Mmmm, that's true, but you are not so concessive with me" "O dear, I am a bit shy at the beach because my tits start to sag after the born and the lactation of three children, and I am on the way to be forty years old too. But if you want I can do it for you next time. I did it in the past, do you remember?" she caresses his face. He takes a boob in his palm with an usual act. "O come on, Susie, you are so sexy and you look great at 36" he says playing with a nipple. "Thanks dear, I love you." She closes her eyes and kiss her husband once again. He reciprocates and she has little moans. They kiss for a while. When they broke the kiss he asks "What do you girls talk about by Carla?" "O many matters, honey. Imagine a few women doing nothing than to get a tan and talk. Many topics... children, health, clothes, a bit of gossip, men" "Men?" "Yes dear, we talk about men sometimes. Don't you like it? Women talk about men very frequently." "And what about men, Susie?" "Uh, dear... trifle... their class, their taste, their character... sex sometimes." "Sex? Let me know." "Speak in a low voice, honey, the kids can hear. Emma begins to be very curious about sex at thirteen. Well, mmm, yes," she is a bit in spot, "fantasies about perfect men, or lovers... just to have a bit on the side, dear" "Just to have a bit on the side?" "Yes dear, a few of the girls have tried it. Can you keep a secret? Carla has had two lovers and still sees one of them, Paula has had one, she stopped to see him for sex but he is her best friend now and Laura, well, Laura has fooled a bit around also." Susan seems to be rather amused. "I can't believe it. All my best friends are, well, cuckolds." "Cuckolds! What a rough word, dear," she smiles, "but it's true dear. Their wives have had or have lovers. They say to be still in love with their husbands but they need something different at the same time." "And you, what do you say, Susie?" "Well, what do I say, honey? Mmm... I say that I love you, that you are a very good father to our marvelous children. I say that I don't want to spoil our marriage, but..." she interrups her speech. "but, Susie?" "O dear. I say that only one man is maybe not so much in a woman's life. Isn't it, hon?" "Not so much? What do you mean, Susie? I had been your first and only man until today." "Yes, honey. I haven't had other men until today. I haven't of course. I don't want to cheat on you, but after an agreement between us (she has a pause) with the right guy (pause) only for sex (a little pause again) without any other involvement than sex, well, I could try. The girls say with the right guy is great." "Do you need to find this guy, Susie?" "O dear, I don't of course. I haven't done it in fourteen years," she strokes his husband's cock over his briefs, "but if it happens," she smiles, "I am only a bit curious, believe me." "Have you said that to the girls, Susie?" "Yes I had, dear," she lowers his briefs and takes her husband's cock in hand. "And what they said about?" "O Carla wants to teach me a thing or two (pause) and," she hesitates while her hand goes up and down. "And?" "You get excited, dear," says Susan looking at his husband's cock, "and she added you at a soon-to-be cuckolds list. She says I am rather receptive and planned a party for my emancipation next week," Susan kisses her husband's cock just on the top. "I should like to go." "O Susie, you drive me crazy," he shakes his head. "Are you jealous, dear?" she takes it in her mouth a good half length. "O no, not jealous. I am rather surprised." Susan looks at her husband's hard on once again. "Are you getting excited at the idea of me with another guy? Think, love, Carla wants to change me in a perfect hot wife." He doesn't answer but spreads her legs. His eyes fixed in his wife's eyes he enters her. The following evening, Andrew and Susan's bedroom about ten again. As soon as Susan enters the bedroom he asks her about the afternoon by Carla. "Did you have fun by Carla, dear?" "O yes honey, I had fun. Lot of laughs with the girls. Your mom had been very nice to take the kids consenting me to go there." "Have you had been naked today?" She smiles and admits "yes I had, dear." "Let me see your all over tan." She unties her night-gown opening the sides. The garment falls to the floor. She stands naked near the bed and smiles again. "You shaved your groin," he says. "Yes dear, I did. Planning to sunbathe in the nude I shaved a bit my little beaver this morning. She was too hairy." "What did you talk about with the girls? men again?" "Uhuh, honey. They talked about their lovers too." "Mmm... (half insinuating and half joking) lovers! did you get excited with this matter?" "A bit curious again. Carla and Paula were rather extrovert." "May I know?" "I can't say you details, dear, but they slept nights with their boyfriends. Unbelievable." "Do their husbands know?" "Of course no, dear" "Mmm... cheating wives! what do you think about, Susie?" "I don't know really. Dangerous and exciting at the same time. Carla and Paula both said to have better feelings with their husbands since they had been indiscreet." "Who these guys are? do you know them?" "O no, dear, I don't. But I'll know them next week at the occurance of the little party by Carla. Albert (Carla's husband and a very good friend of Andrew) will be not at home and she wants to invite her actual lover to introduce him to us girls. Paula shall bring her ex too. That's a bit promiscuos, maybe. I told her I'll go, but I am a bit undecided. What do you think, may I go, dear?" "You can if you wants, Susie. Go, it will be fun. I'll remain home with the kids, not a problem." She kisses him on the cheek "Thanks dear, you are the best husband in the world." He kisses her back and adds "There will be other guys, I think." "Yes, dear, but not so many. Carla says two or three guys, no more, just to introduce me to new friendships. Don't you like it?" her hand goes to his cock "you are excited, hon" she strokes for a while. Andrew's manhood becomes harder and harder. "I think at another cock in your hand, Susie." Her hand hastens the movement. Andrew touches his wife between her legs finding her wet. Both are ready to make love. "Will you get mad if I go with another man?" asks Susan. He doesn't answer but he kisses her deeply then enters her. Four days later. Carla's party night. Andrew alone in the lounge watching television. He has mixed feelings with jealousy prevealing, but the got excited four hours previously watching his lovely wife going out for the evening. It's about midnigh when Susan comes back home. "Hello dear." "Hello Susie. You come back very soon. How the party was?" "Rather unventful, dear." "Are you deceived?" "Not at all, dear" she leaves off her shoes and goes barefoot to the table. There she puts down her purse. "Who was there?" "Carla of course, Paula, Laura and Carla's cousin Elizabeth." She strips her earrings off. "No guys?" "Yes dear, a few guys too... John, wich is Carla's boyfriend and four other." She pours some water in a glass. "May I know their names?" "Peter, Mark, Roscoe wich is Paula's ex lover and George." She drinks quietly. "Did you like any of them?" "Well, all of them were rather handsome if you mean it. John is interesting. He is tall, well built, intelligent. I can't blame Carla," she smiles, "Laura maybe has a secret crush for Peter. George is very nice, I spoke a lot with him then he offered to drive me back home and I accepeted. We left the party first." Susan drinks again. She looks sexy in her halter neck blue spotted white dress. Her naked back testifies she is braless as well as her nipples slightly poking the cloth. The dress is also buttoned on the front. "You two were in a great hurry to be alone," he smiles. "Don't say that, dear. We wanted to talk a bit, just to get acquainted. We did for half an hour quietly, then he drove me home," she explicates. Andrew nodds, "I heard the car. What did he say you?" "O George was very formal. He loves music and good books. He passed me a few compliments for my dress too." Andrew smiles "I know why. Your dress is rather revealing." "O no, he said I was elegant. He was very nice as I had on a little summer dress only after all." "Nothing else?" "Nothing special. He said I have lovely legs," she bends to kiss her husband on the lips. "I agree," says Andrew, "You have lovely legs and when you seat that short dress of yours raises higher. I think he got an eyeful of your legs in the car, isn't it, honey?" he reciprocates her kiss. "Maybe, dear, but I tried to pull the hem down." "But you didn't, uh?" "What a devil you are. I tried, but he stopped my hand." They kiss again. "Let me see how high your gown raised." "Ok, see by yourself," Susan seats beside his husband, "I seat now as I did in his car." Andrew looks at his wife's legs. The dress covers half Susan's thighs up. "Great sight indeed. What did he say after he complimented your legs?" "He asked to see a bit more of them." "Have you done him happy?" "I only raised the hem a bit more. See," she slowly lifts the gown near her groin up and crosses her legs, "so." He kisses her again and again, while she strokes him on his trousers. With a quick movement Susan takes her husband's cock out, then she lowers her panties and impales herself. They start to make love. The evening after. Ten minutes past ten pm. Susan's and Andrew's bedroom. He is on the bed in his brief. She stands naked at the full length mirror brushing her hair. He looks at her wife's lovely backside. "What a beautiful wife I have" he says. She smiles from the mirror. "Thanks, hon. Fourteen years after our marriage you are always a dear." "From your ass cheeks I divine you went to Carla's garden in the afternoon." "Shhh, shut up with this bad word, naughty boy. Never the less it's true, I went to Carla between three and five o'clock when Claire (their maid) was here doing homework. I asked her to give a look at the kids too." "I divine that you sunbathed in the nude too. Your delightful little ass is rather sunburnt." "Dont't say that, I gained a few pounds and my delightful little ass as you call it grows bigger," she tapes her asscheeks, "alltheway you divined right, Mr. Wizard. I sunbathed in the nude." She smiles again and going to the bathroom sticks her tongue out to Andrew with a little "prrrr". Leaving the door open she starts to brush her teeth. "You are the sexiest woman in the world." "And you are the most loving husband." She flows him a kiss then she soaps her face. In a moment or two she seats on the wc. "Who was there today in Carla's garden?" asks Andrew. "The same team. Paula, Laura, Elizabeth and Carla of course" "What they said? Did they remain for a long time since you left the party?" asks Andrew while she starts to piss. "They did, but not for a long time. Paula and Elizabeth left with Roscoe and Mark in half an hour. Laura and Peter went away only a bit later." Susan's peepee is heard in the silent room. He turns on the side looking at his wife. "So Carla remained home with her boyfriend. Do you think they had sex?" Susan seats now on the bidet cleaning her pussy. "Yes they had. Carla said John had been very passionate yesterday." She is ready to join her husband on the bed now. Still naked as the day she born Susan takes a refreshing cream and lays on the bed aside her husband facing the mattress. "Had Carla given you girls other details?" Andrew asks kissing his wife's shoulder. "O dear, don't insist. I can't tell you. That's too personal, I can't be unfair. Sorry dear, you want to hear something naughty maybe, but I can only say Carla was rather extrovert and descriptive, no more. Sorry a million, dear. Carla and the girls were rather curious about my moments with George too." "What have you told them?" "Nothing more of that you already know. Will you be a dear, hon? Put a bit of cream on my back. The sun really burnt today." "Of course, honey, my pleasure." He takes the tube and spreads the cream on his wife's shoulders starting to massage. "Thanks dear. The girls joked a lot about me," she says lifting up her hair. "Why dear?" "Because George has an irresistible fame with the women. They said I have no more than one month of resistance. Lower, dear." Andrews hands glide on Susan's pelvis. "Are you excited at the idea, Susie?" "O it's only a joke, dear, nothing seriuos. No more than flirting between adult people. Nevertheless he is very nice. Handsome and nice. Lower dear, just on my buttocks, my ass is scorching. Mmm," (she moans) "just there," (she moans again) "how sweet." "Is he married?" "Slowly dear, put a bit more cream. No, hon, he isn't. Never married. He is single." A pause follows while Andrew massages his wife's lovely ass, then Susan's cellular phone advertises a text message. She hesitates. "Somebody texted a message. Read it" says Andrew. Susan takes the cellular phone and reads. "It's George. He apologizes for having been so demanding in the car." "What did he demand you yesterday, dear?" "You know it, dear. I've told you coming back home. He wanted to look at my legs and caress them." Andrew perseverates to massage his wife's ass. "And you led him. Isn't it, dear?" he takes his wife's ass cheeks apart. "I only raised the gown up but I stopped him when he tried to go higher from my knee to my thigh with his hand. He wanted a kiss too," Andrew fingers her clit gently from behind, "o dear you stir me." "A kiss? You haven't told me. Did you kiss him?" "O I oublied, dear. I kissed him, but I gave him nothing more than a little kiss on the lips. He wanted a wet kiss but I didn't indulge his wish. Alltheway he is very polite and apologizes. I appreciate his style." Hearing at his wife Andrew begins to finger her. Susan moans with pleasure "Mmm, yes dear, touch me." "Do you think to see him again? "He asked for a date and he shall call tomorrow morning. I think to see him again with the girls. Stop only a moment dear, I want to reply him" she replies the text message "What have you texted him back?" he approaches his mouth to Susan's open buttocks and starts to lick. "O dear, what do you have this evening? Mmm, leave my little hole in peace. I texted him to call tomorrow morning." Silence. Andrew continues to lick Susan's open ass and to finger her pussy. She moans loudly when the her cellular phone advertises another text message. She reads it. "What's up, Susie?" "George texted me goodnight." Andrew leans his cock between his wife's labia from behind. She raises her hips a bit giving him access. "O dear, I never felt your cock so hard and big." "I'm thinking on you with George." "O dear... push... push... take me hard." "Do you want to make love with him?" "I don't know, dear." "But you are excited by the idea..." "Yes I am, hon...o... o... o... deeper dear, deeper." She is on her four now. He takes her hanging boobs and squeezes them then kisses her neck. She comes like a fountain while he spreads his seed on her lovely backside. The morning after. Andrew has gone at seven o'clock for a three days business trip. Saying his lovely wife good-bye he recomended her to be good and to have fun. She remained in bed but she couldn't sleep again because her brains storming. She had new sensations, she felt herself no more the prim and proper wife she was until a few months before. She spoke with her female friends about "to have a bit on the side". She confessed her husband to be curious about it. She confessed him to have played a bit on the risqué side with another guy. Her husband didn't go upset at all, but saving her modesty she confessed not what happened completely. Making love Andrew was excited at the idea of her with another man. Then he seemed to encourage her to go further. "To have fun". And he knew she is waiting for a call from the "other guy". At eight o'clock she dials Carla's number to ask her help. "Hello Carla, it's Susie. Sorry for being so early but I need to talk with you. May I?" "You welcome Susie, no problem. Kids are sleeping and I have nothing to do." "Thanks Carla, mmm, well, I played a bit with my husband yesterday." "You are rather playful in these days, dear," Carla laughs lowdly. "O don't joke, Carla.That's true, I'm playing with fire. The little dirty talks in your garden with the girls," she hesitates, "your party," she hesitates again, "George... my husband. I am confused." Evening's End My dear, shall I describe to you what has been in my thoughts lately and what I want to share with you? I would love to take you out for a romantic dinner in a dim out of the way restaurant. Our evening would be filled with long stares into each other's eyes. As our evening concludes and we bring ourselves to the door of our hotel room, I lead you inside, close the door, and turn to lean you against it. Knowing what little you wear under the sexy skirt that had been teasing me all evening...the one I so resisted sliding my hand inside to caress your soft thighs, I would no longer resist but would instead, kiss your mouth softly, then kneel before you. You wonder just for a moment what I am up to, then, realizing, permit me to take over. Your cooperation is soon rewarded as you feel my tongue parting your lips...flicking gently at your clit...feeling it harden as I softly and gently stroked it up and down...back and forth...my lips kissing it...taking it tenderly between them, and tugging your stiffening clit so gently until I could no longer resist. I spread my lips wide as if to completely gobble up your pussy. My mouth sucks your clit in fully and my tongue extends deep to explore inside you...tasting you...drinking you in with my hands moving up and down your legs which I feel are beginning to weaken and wobble. I lie you down on the nearby bed and you part your legs for me, placing them on my shoulders to grant me complete access to your most private and intimate treasure. Moving my entire mouth up and down, as if stroking your entire pussy, I make love to you...savoring that for which I have waited so long to partake. I feel your heat...taste your sweetness...and caress you with my fingers, my tongue, my mouth ...I feel your soft lips and your clit ever so insistently pressing back against me as if begging for attention...I welcome its insistence with more affection. My arms wrap over your thighs...holding you tight against me...you love the feel of control I have taken over your lower body and your hands move to pinch your now hard nipples as you begin moaning louder and louder at us finally sharing ourselves. You call out my name encouraging me to continue...I moan back and the vibrations rumble through your clitty, your pussy, and your weakened legs. You surrender yourself to me, realizing your helplessness at the situation and, at the same time, your sheer enjoyment at finally being together. Moving my tongue up from inside you, tasting you so completely, in one long stroke I leave your pussy and move up between your lips and against your clit sending electric shivers all through your body and making you cry out louder and longer than before. I moan with you, and without words passing between us, you understand my intent...knowing I want you to cum for me. Oh please my love...please cum for me! Mmmmm...my fingers move around your legs, my nails dragging with just the slightest pressure along your skin in sharp contrast to the passion you are feeling from my mouth on your clit. A finger moves smoothly inside you...I lap at your clit and lips with smooth timed motions as a second finger wiggles its way into your tightness. Together they move in and out of you...my thoughts fill with how incredible my cock would feel performing the same motion...but first, my baby needs to cum. I lap faster at your clit...alternately kissing it...tugging it...nibbling it just a bit to get you close to the edge...and back again...and to the edge as you feel my fingers moving into you ever more insistently...and back again. You can wait no longer, as you feel your hard stiff clit being sucked between my lips with my tongue flicking it from the inside, you begin to unleash the building orgasm...it rocks your body up and down, and I hold on to you tightly...never releasing my grip on your pussy by either my fingers or my mouth. And then, it begins to overtake you. You call out. You scream in ecstasy as the cumming builds until you release yourself to it and are almost frightened by the height it is reaching. Finally, with your lover ever so delicately backing off just at the precise moment...your body responds almost violently to the pleasure...cumming and cumming hard! You almost involuntarily tighten your muscles around my fingers, holding them inside as your crash down. My mouth continues riding with you as we share it together. You buck back up fucking my face with your clit up and down as I moan against you...but you cannot hear it as your own cries are already filling the room. I ride your orgasm with you. I feel the intensity. I feel the power of it as it washes over your body. You thrash side to side as if unable to contain the force of the release...until slowly...finally...it subsides...leaving you exhausted. Only then do you feel me kissing your pussy...soft delicate almost ticklish kisses...knowing you must be very sensitive there now, I kiss my way up your belly...to your chest...my body sliding up along side yours...my arms wrap around you...we kiss and you can taste yourself on my lips and tongue...it impassions you and you suck my tongue deeply into your mouth in a wanton desire to taste your own sweet juices. You wrap your arms around me. Our kiss softens...and together we catch our breath...knowing our warm up has concluded. Evenings With Diane If you've read Tim-Andre's story "Thinking with My Dick," you know that his fondest wish was to get a certain white MILF pregnant. First, he convinced himself he was in love and that she loved him as well. Before he successfully got her knocked up, he made sure to introduce Diane to me on an evening out with some of the rest of the guys from work. We met the two of them at a local bar and we all promised to be on our best behavior, but I couldn't help categorizing his new white girlfriend as a "hausfrau" of the first order. Well over thirty and sporting a noticeable amount of "middle-aged spread." Don't get me wrong, she appealed to a lot of men as a MILF. I understand that a lot of other black men love the extra upholstery on their women. Tim-Andre informed me that Diane had given birth to a biracial child five or six years previous and that she was still trying to get her son back from his father in Africa with Tim's financial help and moral support. As far as I was concerned, he saw his white woman as both a convenient lay and a means to an end, but I tried not to say it out loud and thus spoil our friendship. Still T.A. seemed to be content sharing space (among other intimate things) with her, and in a matter of less than three months together as a couple, Tim-Andre boasted to all the rest of us at work that his white hausfrau was carrying another biracial baby—his . He beamed insufferably as he let that information slip around the workplace. We were both employed by the same local automobile dealership at the time. Tim occupied the position of service manager; while I worked as a transmission specialist. This all happened before the automobile economy buckled prior 2008. Diane got knocked up with Tim-Andre's baby in October 2006, and she gave birth to his son, Roddy, in July of the following year. By this time, she'd also gotten her first born son back from his natural father--an African black man from Ghana who she'd met in Graduate School at Michigan State University eight or nine years earlier. Soon after T.A.'s son Roddy's delivery Diane was pregnant once again with Tim-Andre's second baby a daughter, Brenda, who was born the next April. If you read Tim-Andre's story about his courtship of Diane, you might have thought that I was totally against his relationship with that "hausfrau." However, I discovered over Halloween of 2009 that I could not have been more wrong... Tim-Andre told me he wanted both me and his cousin, Taggert, to "know his Diane" (that's the way he put it) the same way he knew her. His cousin Taggert drove up from Houston Texas, while my dear friend from work, also invited both of us to share in a special Halloween celebration so to speak. He told Diane that since it was no secret that both of us had a strong desire to experience what she was like sexually, that he'd decided to encourage all of us to indulge in a multi-encounter. It turned out that she was totally in agreement with the idea. Later, I implicitly understood that this wouldn't be her first multi-partner experience. Taggert has a biracial daughter in Texas from a former white girlfriend down south, but he'd never met T.A.'s little boy and girl [not to mention Diane's biracial son from her first interracial encounter over a decade ago]. Although I was a bachelor and should have been constantly on the prowl for women my own age, I had already met all their children since Tim-Andre's family and I socialized frequently. Anyway, like I said, Tim-Andre wanted both of us men to see his wife in the same sensual way he saw her. With her thick, delicious, inviting pussy jutting out from fine, outstanding hips, she had delectable thighs and well suckled breasts that no hetero man could resist. Yes, I admit it; I was surprised he wanted to show her off as if she were some trophy wife. But believe me, even after three kids, she still exhibited the very best in what any man could desire in a sexual partner. That Halloween weekend, I reserved the hotel room and Tim-Andre and Diane made arrangements for two nights of babysitting. That evening I let the three of them (Diane, Taggert and Tim-Andre) into the suite I reserved, and then the three of us men went down to hotel bar for a single drink. When we returned to the room ten minutes later, Diane had stripped down and laid herself out on the full sized suite couch. I swear one of the most sensual women I'd ever seen had propped herself up on a single elbow, her long dark hair flowing around her naked shoulder, breast and arm. The blue pools of her eyes, pupils wide looked intently at each of us. I could tell by the look on Taggert's face that he was as impressed as I was--and very turned on. As you can guess that didn't just reflect in our faces, either. As Diane smiled alluringly, all three of us sported extremely stiff hard-ons. Obviously it didn't take too much coaching for the three of us men to disrobe. Taggert and I had flipped a coin down in the hotel bar to see who got to go first. Tim's cousin had won. He knelt down beside her on the love seat, and his fingers slowly stroked her thighs and pussy. "We'll start with the fingers, but I fully intend to move forward from there in no time," he murmured. Diane purred as she exhaled breathily. "Ooo..." My eyes stayed riveted onto the two of them. Diane's pale white thighs parted between his probing black fingers and she started to moan under his ministrations. One by one, finger after finger slipped in and out of her labia. I watched as Taggert manipulated her clit for over three minutes. Suddenly, Diane turned red in the neck and upper chest. She twisted under his grasp and a noticeable stream of liquid squirted up into the air above her abdomen and thighs. Apparently T.A. warned his cousin that Diane was a natural squirter and Taggert should take advantage of the fact. After that happened, Taggert pushed himself up to mount Diane and the sounds in the room became fully sensuous. Sounds of the love seat cushions bouncing, sounds of two people exchanging heavy breathing, sound of the slurping smacking flesh and wetness that a woman's pussy makes when she's been compromised by a sizable cock. As many of you men out there probably know there's nothing like the voyeuristic enjoyment of seeing another man take the woman you want in order to totally rekindle the desires deep inside the masculine libido. Especially when she's basically someone else's woman and you know you're next in line. Taggert climaxed, and then he coaxed Diane to another fully stimulating orgasm. Her face and neck flushed beet red as she rode out what appeared to be incredible climactic sensations. I watched the white translucent liquid leak out from her pussy to coat the sofa cushion under her loins. After that it was my turn. How does a man begin to explain enjoying the sweetness of taking a woman? First off, Taggert had left behind a substantial amount of liquid semen to provide natural lubrication for me. Soon the thin skin and nerves of my erected penis bathed in the warmth and wetness of her vaginal sheath. Damn, I just wish I could make my words glow like Diane makes hers glow when she does her best writing. I can only tell you how exciting it is to get turned on by erotic fantasies when you're balanced on top of a woman's hips and thighs, and then go burrowing in deep with my cock in order to indulge in total personal satisfaction within the pussy of the subject of those fantasies. She ran her fingers along the side of my head and pulled my lips down to kiss her. Such an enticing kiss. With such prompting, I soon climaxed spurting an enormous amount of liquid energy deep into Diane's vagina. I made sure my tongue was locked in her mouth when I came. Happily my orgasm forced her to respond in kind. Diane shuddered and trembled beneath me, panting and turning beet red once again. My dick became saturated with her spurting juices--just as my own spurting juices spewed deep inside her. She whispered in my ear: "You're going to come and visit us more often, won't you?" Hey, I was a bachelor without much of a sex life. Of course, I readily agreed. Later on, as Diane kissed her husband, Tim-Andre, and I heard her thank him for the delightful evening—especially his sharing her with the two of us. Eventually, all three of us stopped counting the number of times a masculine, black erection slid in between Tim-Andre's wife's pink labial lips as the night crept its way into dawn. We used the love seat, the bed, the writing desk, the rug, spreading ourselves all over the suite... That was the very first time I'd made love to Diane. Happily, it was not to be my last. I should tell everyone that the auto economy had pushed me down into part time work at the car dealership. Fewer people were buying cars. Fewer yet were getting major repairs on their cars. Turns out I could not keep up my own car payment and my apartment rent; so early in November, I moved in with my dear, dear friends Diane and Tim-Andre. As this story lays bare, I have rather shamelessly indulged in a blatant kiss and tell policy. With T.A.'s blessing, Diane began to share her bed with two men every evening. Once the bad auto economy forced me to move in with them as my job got cut down to part time, I ended up as a permanent house-guest, and all of our lives changed. I became a full time tag-along baby-sitter and an extra evening's late night companion. I was there for convenient babysitting, quick runs to the store, you name it. I decided to adopt the role as part time husband and handyman while I stayed in their home. Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed the extra benefits of acting as a part time husband. The children (being very flexible as kids go) understood that daddy's good friend Lee stayed over for an extended sleepover every night with the blessing of their mother and dad. I passed along my new address to my family without thinking anything of it. However, about two weeks into the new arrangement, I was home in the afternoon with Diane and we began to enjoy some intimate contact time together in bed. The unbelievable softness of her loins had just allowed my cock to ingress and find pliable moist warmth within her body, when, all of a sudden, the doorbell rang. I grunted, reluctantly pulled out of her fascinating heat, got up and pulled my pants on, and headed toward the front door. In the meantime, Diane climbed out of bed and loosely wrapped a short white terrycloth robe around her body. She followed me out into the living room just as I opened the door. There stood Gina Marie Hamilton, my mother, in a total state of shock as she took in the sight of both of us standing together—me shirtless, my pants just barely on, and Diane hardly dressed at all. Now you have to know that even though my mother realized that I had varied my dating habits as far as other races go, that wasn't really the problem in front of her. Since Mom had given birth to me as a young woman of sixteen, Diane was nearly the same age as she was. Diane smiled and said, "Don't just make her stand there, Lee, invite her in." I invited Mom in out of the November chill. Of course, when she stepped inside, my mother brought some of her own chill in with her. "What...what is all this, Lee?" "Well, Mom..." I shrugged. "It's exactly what it looks like." She turned to Diane. "Oh, my God! Does your husband know?" "Yes, Gina, Tim-Andre knows." "Is there something else I need to know?" My mother looked at me. "Are you and T.A. on the down low?" I could see Diane fighting back a snicker. Then I answered. "We don't have to be, Mom. We get plenty of satisfaction the way things are." Her face screwed up. "Oh Jesus-God! Tell me it ain't so!" I wish I could. I sighed. I was still fighting back my obvious erection; so I also wished I had never got up to answer the door. "Let me fix you some coffee or tea, dear," Diane said politely, walking into the kitchen. "Would you two mind getting dressed first?" Mom suggested. Thus, accidently my mother discovered our not-so-secret life together. After my mother left that afternoon, we went back to bed. Together. To make love. Diane smiled, and held me close for at least an hour. "She'll get over it, Lee." Of course, the real question was, would we? Thanksgiving came and went. My mother invited us all home to her house and happily things went without any drama. We survived quite nicely. My grandfather, T.A. and I indulged in TV football (plus chasing children) while the ladies prepared, served and cleaned up after dinner. Diane told us that Mom had managed to keep things very cordial when they worked together in the kitchen. I wasn't scheduled to work the next morning; so, on Black Friday instead of a "Friday-after -Thanksgiving shopping spree," Diane made an appointment for her and the kids at a local portrait studio, hoping that she might avoid the crowds. Wrong! Every family in the area must have made an appointment and by ten o'clock the studio was already running an hour behind easily. I went out to get a haircut and came back to the studio afterward still caught up in the long wait. Kids naturally get cranky in situations like that so I carried their youngest daughter or played ball with the boys every now and then until each child had had it with the wait. But that's not quite what I wanted to write about. I guess I didn't really know how lucky a man my friend Tim-Andre was until I spent a couple of hours accompanying his wife and kids around. The white lady standing on black heels with the stretch jeans that went all the way up past her well-padded ass was a sight to behold standing out even in the crowd of well dressed women in their festive, holiday best attire. Of course, I already know I'm prejudiced. The fact that she had a clingy cashmere sweater with a plunging neckline didn't hurt either. I stared appreciatively all that long morning knowing that I'd have the chance to possess this self-same MILF later in the day or evening. Eventually the family sat for their portrait and we all went out for fast food. Naturally an older amply built white woman, three biracial children and a younger black man attracted a lot of attention out dining together. That night Diane insisted upon paying me back for my nurturing job of taking care of her kids by nurturing me intimately in exchange. I thought I'd tell you about a very sensual incident which happened one early December weekend when the temperatures dropped and the snow fell. Tim-Andre and I had gone in on the purchase of a gigantic bed--large enough to support three people at once--first for our recreation and afterward to allow all of us to fall sleep together. Since Diane slept in the middle, she thought she got the biggest benefit of our choice during freezing nights. One early winter's night--Monday maybe--the rumble of a snow plow scraped across the pavement well after midnight. The noise disturbed our slumber; however, Diane was a very sound sleeper and she fell back to sleep immediately. Are you aware of the old World War II male romantic dream about a man not wanting to wake his lover until he's ready to slip in between her thighs? Ian Fleming wrote about that in one of his James Bond novels...I'd read that novel as young man. I also mentioned this to my grandfather in order to verify that such a thing were possible. The next thing Diane knew I'd carefully rolled her over on her back, carefully lifted up her filmy nightgown, and balanced myself atop of her thighs. Diane squeaked a few noises of disapproval as I moved into position. As you can guess this particular wakeup call was effectively long, thick and blunt. At first, Diane protested meekly, but to little avail. I knew what I needed, and I demanded that she submit. However, I really should have used more lubricant so I might've accessed my destination slightly easier. The rest of the encounter went pretty much as you can imagine. I settled deep inside T.A.'s and my MILF and continued to thrust possessively making the bed creak and filling the bedroom with wet squishy noises until my scrotum blasted a warm wet dark semen tribute directly into her white loins. By this time, the two of us also woke her husband, and Tim-Andre had a go at his wife right after I withdrew from those tender loins. Later she told us she was glad I came as much as I did for that was just the lube she needed to deal with Tim-Andre's notable presence. Afterwards she warned me never to take her so cavalierly again. Both of us guys showered for work before Diane climbed into the shower. Apparently, she allowed the warm water to sooth her soreness. Then it was time to wake Emil up for school and to take care of the other two kids. Later that December, right around Christmas, life had taken a turn for the unexpected. Diane informed Tim-Andre and me that she'd missed her period. T.A. shook his head and told me that if she was pregnant, it had to be mine. They both tried to explain to me that the way her body worked, that my being the new baby's father was the most likely scenario. I took close to a week to contemplate the facts of the situation. Tim-Andre's insurance would cover the cost of the medical treatment. I would still be on the hook for the same amount of rent and grocery expenses (as well as my car payment) and I would also have the good fortune to share the woman of the house over the next several months. However, after weeks enjoying unprotected sex with Diane, she turned up pregnant with my baby. Sounds like bachelor's nightmare, doesn't it? I hadn't turned twenty-four yet and here I was about to become a father. Yet, there was something comforting about how all this had turned out. I'd sent out an informative letter to several mutual friends announcing that Diane missed her period -- all true, of course. So she needed to verify the contents of my letter, and I was accused of being "Mr. Kiss and Tell" afterwards. As many of her friends knew, she, her husband and his big mouth work mate [me] had been an active threesome since early November. We spoke to the doctors about what they thought about Diane's condition and they conceded that she suffered from a condition that wasn't as rare as most people thought. She'd had Emil from her first relationship with her Ghanaian lover at Michigan State and even though they'd lived together as an active sexual couple for three more years, Diane didn't (or couldn't) have a second child by him. When she met Tim-Andre in 2006, Diane almost immediately ended up pregnant again with their son, Roddy. A man who Tim-Andre arranged for Diane to meet and fuck was the probable father of her daughter, Brenda. Turns out she'd had a lengthy affair with him. Diane hid that fact from T.A. for while, but I suspect deep in his heart, he knew the situation anyway. However, as far as little Brenda and everyone else were concerned T.A. was her dad. Then around Halloween when the bad auto economy forced me to move in with them after my job got cut down to part time, once I ended up as a permanent house-guest, Diane's life changed once again. She and Tim-Andre had a full time tag-along baby-sitter and an extra evening's companion. I mentioned many of the other changes have happened in my life, and in spite of any protestations to the contrary, I believe that I decided to adopt the role as part time husband and sexual partner while I stayed in their house. In the meantime, I shared dinner with the family, Diane did my laundry and ironing and when she felt like it, we went to bed together to make love or occasionally just to fuck for a grand recreation. That leads us to a New Year's Eve's dinner out. Three children and three grown-ups went out to celebrate Lee's return to full-time employment status at the dealership. Although our community is not paranoid about interracial relationships; a white woman out with two black men and three biracial children did attract a few uncomfortable stares from the rest of the patrons. Especially since both of us guys were a decade to well over a dozen years younger than Diane. Evenings With Diane Since I had let the proverbial cat (pussy?) out of the bag by email earlier, Diane made the simple announcement to the children that she might be carrying another baby quietly that night at the dinner table. Of course, nothing was official, yet. She'd have to take tests before we'd make a truly official announcement, but Diane said she knew how she felt three times before and she felt very much the same way this time. "Bear with me, will you?" she told us. "We'll see what happens." Now don't forget the fact that Tim-Andre is merely four years older than me and eleven years younger than Diane. I know it's simple math for anyone to figure out that she was nearly fifteen years older than me. My pregnant MILF! A week after we the news was verified, Diane, Tim-Andre, and I took my mother, Gina Marie Hamilton, out on-the-town to a fancy restaurant and told her that she was about to become a grandmother. She didn't take it as well as I'd hoped as she and Diane are close to the same age. I suspected she also didn't care for the fact that the mother of my child is white. But I've been told to give her some time...mostly to get over the shock. Diane and Tim-Andre told me that she'd understand more and more as the days and weeks crept by. After all, her baby is going to be a father and that takes a bit of getting used to. Evenings "Nothing wrong Susan, you are a healthy and lovely young lady seeking a new way in her sexual life. I did it a few years ago and still do having nothing to reproach myself for. How about your husband? Is he jealous maybe?" "O not at all. I told him that I had been in the car with George and he seems to be rather excited at the idea." "What an idea?" "The idea of me with another man. Yesterday we played in bed when a text message from George arrived on my cell." "What has George texted?" "He asked for a date." "Wow! What did it happen then?" "Well, Andrew encouraged me to text him back then he had an instant hard on..." "Mmm! good for you dear," comments Carla while Susan goes on, "... and starting to make love he said to think on me with another man." "What a problem, Susie? your husband knows you flirt with George." "Yes, I told him something. He knows I showed George my legs but little did he know about what happened later." "What did it happen, Susie? Not very much. You told us girls to have shown him legs and kissed him on the lips. Innocent play rather." "I did a bit more really. I led him unbutton my dress and I was braless underneath. He played with my boobs and sucked my nipples on. We french kissed also. A complete petting." "It happened because you are a complete little slut," Carla giggles, "and a little piece of a cheating wife, arent'you Susan?" she pokes fun again on Susan. "Dont't scoff at me, Carla. You are right, I am a shaky little slut, I haven't had the courage to tell Andrew all the truth." "Do you want to make love with George? "I am tempted, Carla. He will be the second man in my life, but I fear to feel guilty too. He wants to see me this evening. I have no time to think what to do," admits Susan. "You are not tempted, Susan hon. You are eager. Accept George's invitation for the evening and... good luck!" Carla has a low laughter again. "I can't leave my children at home alone." "No problem. Helen, my daughter, can give them a look. I'll tell her." "Thanks, Carla. You are a real friend." "O don't say thanks, Susie. I had such a sort of feelings before you have had them. What are you doing now?" "Nothing Carla. I'm waiting for George's call with my brains in turmoil," she pines. "And a wet cunt too," Carla laughs, "see you, girl. Let me know." Andrew and Susan's bedroom about one year and half later. A cold winter night. Outside is rainy and windy. Andrew is under the blankets watching television. Half past ten pm. Susan enters the room throwing her dressing-gown on a seat and flies into the bed with a nice pijama on. "Brrr... what a night! I am frozen, warm my feet, Andy." She puts her feet on his husband's ones under the blankets. "You spent a lot of time with the kids. Have you talked to someone at the phone too?" he hugs his wife with one arm kissing her on a cheeck. The other hand runs to her breasts over the pijama blouse. "No dear, nobody called me. Frances couldn't sleep and I told her a story." "What a couple of aroused nipples you have tonight, Susie." "It's the cold. Brrr... Iced boobs galore, slip your hand inside and constate." She smiles. "They stand as little pencil erasers. Let me play with them." Andrew squeezes her boobs. "Leave them in peace and let me warm, bad boy," she cuddles in her husband's arm, "mmm... (she moans) sweet hands, boobs say thanks." She pecks his cheek. "How about the little beaver cuddling under the sheets then?" his hand slip inside Susan's pijama slacks. She spreads her legs slightly. "Be gentle, pussy is sleeping" she kisses him on the lips. "Let's try to awake her up," he inserts a finger "mmm... not so sleeping, Susan. Pussy is rather wet indeed." He reciprocates her kisses. "You and your finger. A bit higher, hon... mmm... yes... just there." "Unbutton the pijama top, Susie." "So?" Susan's boob are on view. Andrew plays with them for a moment then says, "Edgar, my younger brother, split out with his girlfriend, you know," "No, I don't know. Why?" she asks quietly. "He found out she has another guy." Andrew straights to stroke Susan's clit on. "I knew she was not the right girl for him. The little slut of her." "He called me today, he feels down and wants to talk with you also." "Poor Edgar. He is so tender, my little Eddie. Tell him to come here for the week-end. We can pamper him a lot," she places her hand on Andrew's cock. A brief silence. "I have a wish, Susie," says Andrew. "A wish? Let me know," they kiss again. "I want to watch you with another man." "O dear, this idea again. I denied many times. Why do you insist?" she takes her husband's cock out the blankets. "I think it's so exciting. Nothing else is so exciting for me. Look," he shows Susan his erection. "Your cock becomes hard as soon as you think on me with another man, I know," she chuckles stroking a little, then she bends to kiss the tool on the tip. "I can't help. To watch you with another man. You and him strictly embraced. You slowly getting yourself bare for him. The foreplay, wow, I die to watch you gobbling a guy." "Like that, dear?" she engulfes Andrew's cock all the length and giggles. "Yes, Susie. You on the bed spread legs, pussy on display, teasing him." "Mmm, he playing with my clit while I urge him to enter me, to do me strong. Do you like your hot wife, huh, hon?" she giggles again starting once more to blow his husband's cock on. "I love you," he puts one hand on his wife's head while she goes up and down. "You cuckold," she whispers sucking him. "Will you let me?" Susan stops the suction. "Listen dear. Well, yes, under your and Carla's spur I fooled a bit last year and I did it with George. He was nice with me, his lovemaking was great. I wanted to try something different, you were aware of it and contented. You have known all of my affair, every detail. I stopped to see him after four months because some silly words circulated about me. Even my mother said what are you doing, Susan? I don't want any other gossip about me. I am a respectable mom. It was a one-off." "O come on Susie, we can be cautios." "O no, Andy. George is always after me. He calls to say hi being gentle as usual. We see him socially sometimes also, but I don't want to have a new beginning with him. Even if he is a wonderful lover. I am no more the prim and proper wife I had been once but that bit of flaunting on a topless beach in front of you as I did last summer is really my limit. And I'm sure that George never agrees to make love in front of a third person, neither in front of you. He is so reserved," she kisses Andrew on the lips then starts to suck on her husband cock again. He shakes his head. "Mmm... Susie, I don't mean George. I have another guy in mind." "Another guy?" she hurries on taking Andrew's testicles in hand, and asking "Who?" she continues to stroke them. "Eddie." "Eddie?!? Your brother?!?" she stops newly. "He feels down, you want to pamper him a bit." "He was a child when I knew him. Do you want I have sex with him?" She pounds her husband's cock thoughful. "I think on you with him since the afternoon." "What a mad husband I have. I was the big sister for Eddie, his big sister eight years older than him. He had a crush on me, a puppy-love, I know. Maybe he still has, last time he was all eyes with me." "I noticed, he will be happy to make love with you. Think, Susie. Nobody can say a word as he is my brother. He can stay with us between whiles." "I passed a lot of time with him since he was twelve or thirteen years old, then we married and he grew up," she smiles, "once or twice I also saw him naked when your mom still bathed him. He had a nice unfledged cock at the time." "You must see him nowadays. I saw him in the shower after we played tennis last month. He has a very big cock now, bigger than mine." "Yours is not that big, dear." Andrew startles and his cock erupts in Susan's mouth. She swallows slowly. The evening after. Eight o'clock. Andrew and Susan have supper with their children. "Your chicken with rice and is very good, dear," says Andrew. "Thanks, hon, I'm happy you like it." "May I have a bit more, mommie?" asks Frances, their little one, seven years old now. "Of course, baby. Eeat slow," says Susan "What have you done in the afternoon, dear?" says Andrew savouring the chicken. "Nothing special. Carla went for a cup of tea. By the way have you invited Eddie for the week-end, hon?" "Yes I had, Susie. He comes on friday," announces Andrew. "Great!!! Uncle Eddie always brings toys," say the kids at one voice.