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Ann Ch. 01

By: 99_percent_oral



Ann and Doug had been married for twenty-six years. In fact, today was their wedding anniversary. But that wasn't why Ann was examining her reflection as she adjusted her bra and sweater in the big bathroom mirror. She was preparing to attend a reception for the daughter of one of her best friends.

The sweater was cut much lower than anything she normally wore. She'd never shown that much cleavage in public before. Most women didn't have anywhere that much cleavage to show! And the new bra she'd bought a month ago really showed off her breasts. She'd worn it several times before with her regular tops. Men would stop dead and stare. It was if she were walking naked. But with this new sweater, my god! 

Ann had always had large breasts, so she knew ahead of time she'd always get attention. If she wasn't totally comfortable with it, at least she was used to it. Over the years, she'd put on about thirty-five pounds, and Doug always kidded that most it went to her tits. And he adored them.

Ann looked at herself critically. She was obviously not the lithe young college cheerleader she was when she met her husband. But her face was still very pretty, her eyes a beautiful pale blue, and her hair had never darkened. It was still ash blond and totally straight. 

Just a couple of months ago, at the mall, a handsome manager was admiring her as she waited in a check out line. She was sure he was ogling her boobs, and he approached her after she completed her purchase. Most men just stared silently; very few ever said anything. 

He, however, smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that your hair is the most beautiful color I've ever seen." And walked away. She was on a high for the rest of the day. She still smiled to herself when she remembered.

Then there was her mouth. It was larger than Julia Roberts' and she had those full puffy lips that some women have to pay for. Her perfect, white teeth gave her a great smile. A friend once told her that if she didn't have those boobs, guys would be lusting after her mouth. 

Once, while waiting for Doug at a restaurant bar, a nice looking man in a suit sitting across the bar kept stealing furtive glances at her. She decided to tease him a little, so, like some feminine ninja, she took up lipstick and mirror and delivered a slow, sensuous performance. 

As she applied a thick coat of shiny, shocking pink, Ann deliberately pursed her lips, opened her mouth in an oval, and ran her tongue across them. As she pretended to admire her handiwork in the mirror, she actually was peeking to see his reaction. 

Subconsciously, he lifted his hips off the stool and reached below the bar level, obviously needing to make an adjustment to relieve a pressure down there. Ann was thrilled that she could cause such a reaction. 

When she saw Doug arrive she slid off her stool, she opened her jacket, pushed her shoulders back and smoothed her sweater. She was no longer looking at the guy across the bar, but she was positive he was looking at her. As she closed her jacket again, she smiled at Doug and with a quick glance on the way to the restaurant, noticed that a second adjustment was being performed.

Finally, Ann turned her attention to her legs. They showed the signs of her weight, but were proportionate and shapely. She wore a black silk skirt that ended about three inches above the knee and had a 4-inch slit at the left front. 

She slowly raised the hem until she could see above the tops of her thigh high stockings and just a peek of her black silk panties. The stockings were something for Doug. Like all men, he preferred them to pantyhose, and Ann was going to do some subtle teasing at the reception. She thought that if she gave him and occasional glimpse above the stocking, and maybe even let him run his hand up her skirt, the turn on might be an additional boost to his erection. Doug's cock was a little over five inches long, but what he'd lacked in size he had always made up for in firmness. 

Ann had had three lovers before Doug. All were larger, but none were nearly as firm. In the past year of so, though, Doug often failed to achieve full erection. Sometimes, even her oral manipulations weren't enough. And Ann was having trouble achieving her own orgasm with the new softer Doug. More often than ever, she had to finish herself manually. Ann had thought about Viagra, but that was a subject Doug would have to bring up himself. 

Ann walked out of the bathroom and faced Doug. "How do I look?"

Doug's mouth hung open. "Holy Shit!" he gasped, smiling like a high school junior who'd picked up his blind date and found Dolly Parton. Ann had her answer.

Doug immediately groped her breasts, but Ann backed away. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."

"But..."

"No buts. Come on, we'll be late."

The hotel was only about five minutes from the reception hall. Actually, the hall was only about twenty-five miles from Ann and Doug's house, but they decided to get a room close by so they wouldn't have such a drive home afterward. And, both secretly thought, maybe there would be a little romance, too.

On the drive to the reception, Doug kept looking sideways at Ann's breasts. Ann smiled, wondering what reaction Doug was having somewhere below his eyes. When she slid into the passenger seat, Ann made sure Doug got an eyeful of her legs and allowed just the beginnings of the stocking tops to show. Doug noticed. 

In her seat, Ann's skirt was resting about six inches above her knee and she left her legs slightly parted. Doug dropped his hand on her thigh and started to run it up her leg. Ann pushed his hand away. 

"That's for later, she told her husband. "And keep your eyes on the road." Doug groaned and Ann giggled.

"Let's just bag the reception and go back to the room right now," Doug suggested hopefully.

Oh how Ann wanted to do just that! She wanted Doug rock solid tonight though, and her plan to achieve that was just starting.

"Well, that might be fun, but I was thinking of something else first."

"What?" Doug asked excitedly.

"Do you think anyone else at the reception will notice how I look?"

"I think everyone else will notice. I think if we were going to a funeral, the corpse would notice."

Ann had to laugh. She loved his sense of humor. She was a little nervous about the next step however. 

"Well, you know how I sometimes tell you about guys who check out my boobs during the day? Like last week when the bag boy at the supermarket couldn't close his mouth, and messed up the bags and everything. Even the cashier had to laugh and tell him to put his tongue back in his mouth. Your said I was such a tease with my big boobs flouncing everywhere. I said I didn't do anything, but that you loved hearing about it. You even admitted it got you hard."

Ann had been looking at Doug to gauge his reaction to what she was saying, ready to backpedal if he seemed hesitant. She took a breath and plunged in.

"So, I thought I'd give us both a thrill and do some teasing tonight. You could watch and maybe I'd get turned on a bit as well. Depends on what the guy looks like."

Doug swallowed hard. "What would you do?"

"Oh, I'm not sure how far I'd carry it. Not very. Show some cleavage, obviously, maybe press my tits against him if we danced. Maybe hump his leg a little if he really turned me on."

" Would you kiss him, or let him feel you up?"

"Would you mind?"

"If that's all, I think I could handle it. You know sometimes when I think about you and another guy, it sort of turns me on in a way. Guess that's kind of weird, huh? Just don't act like too much of a slut."

"Doug, that's disgusting! But the really nice thing is we won't know anybody there except Margie. And we won't ever see any of them again either. So it's the perfect occasion to be a little daring."

At the reception, Ann and Doug sat at a table with two other couples from Margie's work. Both were mid-thirties and pleasant enough. One husband was fairly attractive, but the other was a complete nerd. Both did a double take when they saw Ann, but she didn't want to start any trouble by playing up to someone's husband.

At the next table were five interns from the hospital where Margie's daughter worked. Two of them had dates. They too noticed Ann as soon as she sat down. They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, and all were very attractive. No doubt about it, these guys were ready for a party.

Margie came over after Doug had gotten drinks and proceeded to introduce everyone at the table and then waved the young doctors from the other table over. She introduced each to Ann and Doug. They all grinned widely and Ann smiled back. 

The last intern introduced was Colin. He was tall and slim and spoke with a perfect British accent as he shook Ann's hand. 

"Pleased to meet you." 

His eyes looked deeply into Ann's, and he didn't release her hand. Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she felt a surge of excitement ripple through her vagina. She was immediately wet. Could he tell?

"Oh, what a nice accent. Where are you from?" Ann asked.

"Bermuda, mum."

He was the blackest man Ann had ever met. 

After introductions, Margie stood to the side chatting briefly with Ann and Doug. She kidded Doug that he'd better keep Ann away from the interns, given the way his wife looked. Margie made a special point to single out Colin. 

"He's already slept with half the married nurses on the floor," Margie stated, winking at Doug. "And, he's a tit man," she finished, smiling at Ann.

Ann quickly finished her drink and went to the bar for another. She ordered a double because she needed the courage of alcohol. Ann knew better than to make Colin part of her little teasing games that evening. Her husband was no a bigot but, there was no telling how he might react. However, any one of the other four young men would do nicely. 

True her word, Ann flirted and danced with each of the interns. Mostly they were fast dances, but, after the nerdy husband asked her once, she used that as an excuse to ask the sexiest intern, Patrick, to rescue her so he couldn't ask again. 

It was a slow number, and Ann made sure she pressed her chest firmly against his. She danced mostly with Patrick from then on. During subsequent slow songs he became progressively more forward, rubbing his crotch against hers, sliding his hand down her ass. 

She could feel Patrick's erection and Ann was getting progressively wetter. Her teasing had better be having the desired effect on Doug, as she would be in some serious need of attention later.

Ann watched her husband to see his reaction, and he seemed fine. She dragged him to the dance floor once and moved her body in to feel his.

"Why Douglas," she whispered in his ear, "I do believe there's some tenting going on in your pants. Are you experiencing a chubby?" 

He laughed and admitted he was enjoying her show. Ann revealed she was enjoying it as well and that he'd better be prepared for a tigress when they got back to their room.

Despite her earlier good intentions, Ann found herself subtly teasing Colin as well. She was unable to curb her attraction to the young black man. She'd lean over in front of him making sure he had the best view her cleavage. When she talked to him, she deliberately licked her lips. He ignored her and she became increasingly irritated.

Colin, it seems, had decided to tease the tease. He danced with other women. He deliberately selected married women of Ann's age -- or rather they selected him. His movements were oh, so erotic. He never looked directly at her, yet he always seemed to know where she was and that she was stealing glances at him. 

He would move his partner to a position where only Ann could see, then deliberately kiss her neck, fondle her breast, or massage her ass. The women would do nothing to resist. 

It was like he was telling Ann, I can have any woman here, including you, and I know it. What's more you know it too, so if you want it, you're going to have to ask for it, beg for it. 

Ann mentally tortured herself imagining the forbidden fruit that was Colin. After so many years of knowing she could have whatever she wanted from men, Ann was faced with wanting something she wasn't sure she could get. It infuriated and enflamed her.

Finally, her panties were soaked through from watching the handsome young doctor she'd had enough. He wasn't moving on her and she didn't have the nerve to approach him. Her husband's dick had better be good and hard tonight, damn it!

"Let's go," she said to Doug.

"OK, I just have to use the men's room first."

As Doug walked off, Ann saw Colin approach the bar. As if she were a programmed computer, she walked over for one last hopeful attempt to get him to acknowledge her. With her chest thrust out as alluringly as she knew how, Ann smiled at Colin. 

He looked into her eyes and never even glanced below. Ann had meant to tell him she was leaving, but found herself deliberately looking down at her chest and back up to Colin's face.

"Don't you want to touch them?" she asked him.

For a split second, Colin didn't understand her question, and then he smiled broadly. Ann quickly took Colin's hand and led him out the back door. Once outside, they rounded a corner of the building where it was pitch black. They were facing each other, but neither could see a thing. 

Ann brought Colin's hand up and placed it on her breast. Colin raised his other hand and massaged Ann's chest. She moaned deeply, and with her own hand, reached for his crotch. She fell against his chest as his size startled her. She quickly unzipped his slacks and extracted his phallus. 

Ann stroked him for no more than 10 seconds before she whispered, "I've got to have you" as she slid to her knees and began fellating him. Colin's cock felt hot and hard and big in Ann's mouth. She used her hand to help get him off. It didn't take long. 

As Colin neared his release he took Ann by the shoulders and tried to lift her up. 

"Let me fuck you," he told her.

Ann shook her head. Although Colin couldn't see her in the darkness he felt he answer as his cock was pulled from side to side. 

"My husband is waiting, please come," Ann said, temporarily removing the fleshy, exciting tube from her mouth.

Colin took Ann's head in his hands and gently began to fuck her mouth. When Colin moaned, signaling his imminent ejaculation, Ann knew she too would orgasm. As Colin shot off into her mouth, Ann reached under her skirt and moved her finger across her panties at her clit. 

The magnitude of her orgasm shocked her. She slumped to her hands and knees against his legs. She swallowed the load in her mouth though the distraction of her own release prevented her from tasting anything at that moment. She was shaking so badly, Colin had to help her to her feet.

Ann Ch. 02



When Matt arrived home, Sara, his wife greeted his as he came into the house. Matt was in no mood for conversation or contact with her after just leaving Ann's house. He walked past her and muttered something, which sounded like "I need a shower."

He walked into their bedroom and disrobed. Sara came in and looked at her husband who seems to be preoccupied and acting strangely. Usually, when he got home, Matt always gives her a kiss but not this time.

"Bad day at the office?" Sara enquired.

"Umm." She heard Matt said.

"I called you at the office and when there was no reply, I somehow presumed that you were at Ann's," said Sara.

She walked up close to her husband and put her hands on his shoulders. Sara could feel her husband's rejection when he abruptly turned his body away from hers, walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.

She heard the shower turned on. Staring for a while at the closed door, she turned and walked out of the room. Sara tried to console herself that Matt had a tough day at the office but deep inside, she was unsure of herself. Was there something else that made Matt turned away from her? Maybe he had confined in Ann, as she knew he always did. Sara made a point to call her sister as soon as Matt left for work tomorrow.

They had dinner but hardly conversed with one another. Matt went to bed early. When Sara slides in beside him, her husband was already asleep. She tried to sleep but could not. Nevertheless, she did finally doze off late into the night.

The morning after -- Ann's story

I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock chiming softly. As I stretched myself, I felt a strange fullness in my butt. My hands strayed down and I pushed myself up to a sitting position. I looked down and saw that there was a towel beneath my buttocks. It dawned on me what happened last night. Matt must have cleaned me up. I noticed that there was a tiny spot of dried cum on the white towel. I saw the note by my side. Picking it up, I read. "I love you so much. I had to leave and did not want to wake you. Matt."

I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I could still feel the imprint of my brother's enormous penis that had lodged inside my anus the night before. The memory of our incestuous mating seared my mind as I climbed into the tub and soaked my now aching body in the warm water.

After I had dressed and taken breakfast, I wondered how I was going to face the future. It was a new dawn and I was unsure of Matt's true feelings towards me. 

The ringing of the phone jolted my troubled mind. I took the handle off, expecting to hear Matt's voice on the line.

"Ann, this Sara," I heard my sister's voice.

I answered, full of apprehension and expecting the worse, "yes, Sara."

"Matt was with you yesterday." Sara continued.

God!!! She must have found out, I thought.

"Errr, yes," I replied.

"Did he tell you anything?" Sara said.

"What about, Sara?" I asked her.

"When he came home yesterday, he seems to be preoccupied; something seems to be on his mind. I thought maybe he told you whatever it was that was bothering him, knowing how he always confined in you," Sara said.

It was such a relief that it was not what I had anticipated.

"Uhh, no Sara, he did not tell me anything out of the ordinary, anyway he looks ok when he left," I said.

"Emm, sorry, Ann, probably it's nothing, must be my imagination, bye," Sara replied and the phone went dead.

I stared at the phone. I realized that for some of us, it was the end of innocence.

I was a freelance writer for the local newspaper and worked from home. Today, I felt I could not think straight and decided to take a drive to the countryside. Probable that would take matters off my mind. My ex-husband had left me the cottage by the sea as part of our divorce settlement. As I drove along the country road, my hand phone rang. I was in two minds whether to answer. However, the insistent ringing made me to picked up the phone.

"Where are you sis, I am at the house but your car is not around," said Matt.

I slowed the car down and parked by the roadside. I replied, "Matt, what happened between you and Sara last night."

For a moment, Matt did not answer, and then he said, "What are you asking me?"

I said, "Sara called me this morning and said she was sure something was bothering you and asked whether I knew anything about it."

"God, why did she have to bother you? Do not worry, nothing happened, it was just....anyway I will tell you about it when we meet. Where are you anyway?" he said. "I'm on my way to the cottage. I need sometime to myself. Don't you have work this morning?" I replied, but Matt's line went off. 

I regretted telling Matt where I was heading. I needed time to myself; I needed my own space and privacy, to rationalize what we had gone through. Things were going to get complicated, his family, and my son. God, how did all this came about. How could I allow it to happen?

At the cottage, I took a walk along the beach, refreshed by the breeze blowing inland. Small droplets of rain began to fall and I decided to head back to the cottage as the droplets got bigger. My thin blouse was getting quite wet and I shivered from the cold breeze. 

When I was at the gate, I saw Matt's car parked behind mine in the porch. My heart began to pound at the very thought that my brother was already there, standing on the verandah, looking at me. I blushed unconsciously, my mind in turmoil. I just could not pretend that things were normal. Visions of our indulgence filled my mind. 

"Morning," I called out as I neared him.

"You will catch a cold. You are wet. Better get changed," Matt said as his eyes held mine.

I looked down and saw that my white blouse was clinging to my body. As I was not wearing my bra, the cold wind had made my nipples stiff and the pointed tips were straining out, almost visible through the wet material. I looked up and I saw Matt looking intensely at my body or me. I clutched my arms around my breasts as I walked past Matt and headed to my room.

"There's tea on the table, help yourself. I need to change," I called out, as I closed the door to my room.

I quickly took off my blouse and toweled. As I looked into my cupboard for a change of clothes, I heard my door opened and closed. I turned around, naked waist up, only in my panties. Matt stood, just looking at me. His eyes were riveted to my breasts.

"Please Matt, let me change," I said softly.

He crossed the room and without a word, he clasped me into him arms and kissed my lips. His tongue sort mine and I accepted him. When his lips closed onto my nipples, I could not resist him. When he began to suck on them, my knees grew weak and he had to hold me up. My nipples seem to have a life of their own as they grew harder and when his hand crept inside my panties to caress my buttocks, my wetness between my thighs began to flow.

I could only place my head against his chest as I felt his finger touched my clit. The sensation was exquisite as he rubbed it against my opening, gently spreading the lips. When his finger entered my body, I cried out, my eyes tightly shut. I knew that I was wetting the palm of his hand as he fucked me slowly with first, one finger and then he inserted another. 

Matt knelt on the floor before me and peeled off my panties. I lifted my legs for him to take them off. Then his mouth was on my nether region and I felt his tongue licking up the flowing love he seems to crave. I spread my legs slightly for him. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he clasped me to him, his hands encircling my buttocks.

I let out a gasp when his tongue invaded my vagina, penetrating me. I don't know how long we stayed in that position as Matt drained me of my secretions until I could not endure the sensations anymore and slowly sank to my knees. Our mouths met and I tasted my juices as we passionately kissed as though there was no end to our need for each other. 

Matt stood up and took off his clothes. As I knelt before him, I could see his hardened penis with the turgid smooth head already dripping out his pre cum. I felt no shame or embarrassment and I touched him and took him into my mouth. The sultry liquid coated my tongue as I sucked him. I felt Matt took in deep breaths as I slowly pushed my face closer to his crotch. He felt so big in my mouth. 

Matt held my face tenderly in his hands as he pulled his penis out. He held out his hand in his palm, a condom.

I looked at him and he gave me nod. I tore off the casing and placed it against his knob, unfurling it until it fitted tightly against his girth.

I realized that my brother was about to fuck me like a woman.

He helped me to my feet. I turned to walk to my bed but he held my hand. I did not know what he wanted. Then he bent his knees and stooped down placing his hands in between my legs. Matt raised me up so that my legs encircled his waist. I had to hold onto him with my hands around his neck.

His lips, once again was on my breasts suckling my nipples like a baby. Then I felt him holding his penis as he seek to place it against my vagina lips.

My brother's first penetration into my vagina made me groan in ecstasy. As I was already so wet, he entered me smoothly. I could feel the size of his penis as it filled me so completely. It was so unlike the sensation when he fucked me in my anus yesterday. 

I had not fucked like this before. I am not naïve. I had read erotic stories describing such ways of lovemaking, also about anal sex but I could not imagine it happening to me. Now, within the span of two days, I was experiencing indescribable feelings that were alien to me. 

As we expressed incoherent love for one another, Matt was fucking me with such intensity that my orgasm came in floods as I trembled and shake in his tight embrace. Even after I had finished and clung to his chest, Matt kept bouncing me against his crotch until he stiffened and pressed me to him until I could hardly breathe as he emptied himself into his condom.

We stood motionless, in the centre of the room, with him still carrying me in his arms, joined, his penis still firm and hard inside me. in the afterglow of our incestuous fucking.

When Matt left me, about an hour later, I knew that I could never deny him anything. He was my brother as well as the only man I could ever love for as long as I live. We will have to work our way around all obstacles. That means his wife and children, my son and our parents.

Sooner than later, I too wanted to feel him inside me, to accept his love inside my body, unprotected.

*

If readers want a continuation, I will oblige. Thanks for reading and comments. 



Ann Ch. 02



"That was wonderful." Colin said as he helped Ann to her feet.

"Mmmm...but I've got to get back to my husband." Ann caressed Colin's cock as she replaced it into his pants. She left him to zip up as she hurried away.

As she walked around the side of the building and into the back of the parking lot, Ann saw Doug walking from their car back toward the front door. She told Colin she had to hurry and quickly walked to the car and then toward the front door. Doug had just turned from scanning the hall again and saw Ann walking toward him. 

"Where have you been?" Ann asked first, making it seem that Doug had been the one missing. 

"Looking for you, where've you been?" 

"Let's just go," said Ann.

When she got in the car, Ann was horrified when she noticed some blades of grass clinging to her stocking clad knees. She quickly closed her door to extinguish the light. She was furiously brushing at her knees when Doug leaned over and kissed her. 

Before she could stop him, his tongue was searching her mouth. My god, thought Ann, could Doug taste Colin. She certainly still could. Both Ann and Doug were silent during the ride back to the hotel, each wondering why the other was so quiet but unwilling emerge from their own erotic thoughts and speak first.

Doug's mind was alive with thoughts of his wife. Certainly Ann had been more flirtatious, at times even seductive, tonight than he'd ever seen her. Neither Doug nor Ann were prudes particularly. They'd discussed things like swapping and affairs, but neither had the bravado move things beyond personal fantasies. 

Tonight had seen Ann allow the interns to fondle her breasts and ass while dancing. She ground her pubis against them and, as even Ann acknowledged, caused them to get erections. Several times, he'd seen her kissing one particular intern deeply. All this had caused Doug to become aroused.

Ann, on the other hand, was musing about her own actions, the touching, the smell and tastes, the heft of Colin's manhood in her hand. Little flutters and flares ignited and pulsed through her clit as, head back and eyes closed in the car's dark interior, Ann experienced a series mentally generated, mini-climaxes, something she'd never done before. 

Her breathing was so shallow as to be nonexistent as she mentally approached the pure excitement that had been Colin's moment of fulfillment. She re-lived his slow, perfectly timed piston movements as he took his pleasure from her mouth. 

Colin's performance reminded Ann of how the Romans viewed oral sex. It was the man who gave the woman fellatio, not the other away around. Tonight, Ann considered the blowjob Colin's gift to her, not her gift to him.

Doug had noticed something else. Though Ann undoubtedly thought she was being surreptitious about it, her attention kept wandering to the black intern although she didn't dance with him, or otherwise attempt to tease him as she had the others. 

All the same, Ann appeared to be most irritated when she watched as the black fellow fondled other wives on the dance floor or in dark corners. Just as they were set to leave, he'd seen them talking together, then both were missing. What had happened? Doug suspected Ann had gone somewhere with him and let him grope and kiss her. He really wanted to find out what happened with Colin.

Back in their room, Doug started asking Ann some questions about what happened just before they left the reception. He told Ann what he'd seen and how both she and Colin had gone missing for several minutes only for her to turn up in the parking lot. How, when he kissed her in the car, he'd noticed her mouth was a little hotter and wetter than usual - slimier, actually. 

Ann asked him what he thought had happened. Doug said he guessed that Ann and Colin had gone somewhere and kissed and he had fondled her, probably concentrating on her big breasts. That the kissing had left her mouth wet and the fondling had gotten her so hot she'd juiced her panties. 

Doug said he'd bet that if he touched her pussy right now she'd be sopping wet. Ann flushed red. Doug was almost right. She'd be wet all right, but her panties wouldn't be juiced...or even there. Before he let her go, Colin had insisted she give them to him. Rather than enter into a debate at a time when she wanted to hurry, she reached under her skirt and whipped them off. 

Doug smiled as he figured he'd guessed right and asked Ann for the story. He said her could take it. As a matter of fact, he told her, just the thought of the young black man touching and kissing his wife had given him the firmest erection he'd had in years.

Ann's mind was racing, should she admit the truth? Laugh it off and say nothing happened? Go along with Doug's version until she could sort things out? She knew that if Doug touched her cunt he'd know something and that her cunt needed touching soon no matter what. She decided to start with the truth and see where it led.

Ann took a deep breath, said OK. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs, and began to finger her clit. Doug's mouth opened slightly and he stared at his wife's hand moving between her legs. 

He sat on the bed and his head moved, involuntarily, closer to her pussy. Although he'd suspected that she, like him, masturbated sometimes, and he'd felt her hand rubbing her clit to get off during intercourse, he had never actually watched her jerk off (or whatever it was that females did). 

When he got over his initial shock at Ann's behavior, Doug realized she had no panties on. " Why you sly old tease," he'd accused her, "you went without panties tonight!" Ann let him think that. There was no way she was going into it just yet.

Ann knew that if she was going to tell Doug about Colin, she didn't want to be looking at him when she did. And she didn't want to be interrupted by a bunch of silly questions her husband would undoubtedly ask. "Was he bigger?" "Did his cock make you wet?" Etc. So Ann hooked her foot behind Doug's head and pulled it down further toward her aching, soaking womanhood. 

"I want you to lick me while I tell you what happened." 

Doug couldn't remember that last time he'd been so turned on, if ever! He was well beyond refusing to do what Ann was asking. As his head traveled the few remaining inches, Ann moved her hand and his tongue reached out and licked her slit. 

Doug knew that, when she was really turned on, Ann would occasionally ejaculate during sex. As his tongue explored the sheer volume and stickiness that was her pussy, he wondered if tonight was going to be one of those nights

Ann moaned and began her tale but Doug's tongue made it difficult to relate her adventure with Colin. She had closed her eyes as she managed to get through most of the story despite her rising passion. She opened them to look at Doug when she spoke of kneeling in front of Colin. It didn't take a genius to guess what would come next and she wanted to see Doug's reaction to determine how much to relate. 

Ann knew she didn't perform oral sex as much as Doug would have liked and then only as foreplay to intercourse. She never let him come in her mouth much less swallowed, so she wanted to monitor his reaction as she began to describe blowing the young, black doctor. She knew she could continue when she watched Doug reach down and begin stroking his erection. 

Having Doug eat her out while telling of her encounter had been nothing short of genius. Not only could she concentrate on the story and re-live the act as fantasy, but Doug was unable to interrupt. As an added bonus, Doug's tongue was bringing her to her second orgasm of the night. Like she, Doug had never employed oral sex as a way to get his wife off. 

Ann's voice was barely a whisper (she wasn't even sure he could hear her, his hand was stroking his cock furiously and his moaning made his tongue into a vibrator against her clitoris) as she described asking Colin to shoot in her mouth. 

Doug was climaxing onto the sheets as Ann verbally brought Colin to a magnificent climax and remembered the feeling of total womanhood she had experienced with her mouth on his cock and his come on her tongue. Ann clutched Doug's head and screamed in orgasm.

The next morning, Ann and Doug both agreed the activities of the previous night needed a thorough thinking through and discussion. As Doug was leaving on a business trip that night, they agreed that neither would do anything unilaterally until they had an in-depth conversation about it. The trip would give them some time alone for soul-searching.

* * * *

The week after the reception, Ann called Margie in the morning to ask if she could re-schedule their lunch date. Ann had an important afternoon deadline and needed to work through lunch. Margie suggested they meet at Henry's for drinks after work. Since Doug was out of town, there was no good reason for Ann not to accept.

Ann arrived early and Margie late. Ann had been at the bar for half an hour when Margie arrived and was half way through her second bourbon and water. Ann was still struggling with telling Margie about Colin. She wanted Margie's advice and besides she just wanted to talk to someone about it. 

Ann was concerned with what would Margie think. Would she be shocked? Disgusted? Understanding? Contemptuous? Disappointed? Jealous? She didn't want to lose Margie's friendship. Ann smiled to herself. Margie would be shocked all right. But what else?

When Margie sat down, she ordered a drink and Ann asked for "one more". Ann wasn't used to drinking that much in that short a time span so she was definitely loosening up. Were the drinks a subconscious way of admitting she wanted to tell?

When the drinks arrived, Margie handed Ann a pink slip of paper. It was a phone message. 

To: Margie

From: Colin. 

Message: Have someone named Ann call.

A phone number followed. Ann went completely pale and her hand trembled as the paper fell to the table. Margie looked at her friend with concern and said, "Ann, what's going on?"

Ann told her everything about the reception, except the part about discussing it with Doug. She even told her some things she'd sort of left out with Doug. Ann admitted to her friend that as he held her head and fucked her mouth, she was not just hot. 

She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life. Her pussy was flooding juice. Her panties were totally soaked through. And as he neared his climax, she realized she was going to come too. When he shot off, Ann slipped her hand into her panties. As soon as she touched herself, she came so hard she almost passed out. 

"I've thought a lot about it, these past few days," Ann admitted, "and I honestly have to admit that blowing Colin was the best sex I've ever had in my life."

The pink slip of paper lay on the table through out the conversation. Now, when the bill had been paid and the women readied to leave, both were staring at it. 

Margie finally looked up at Ann and asked, "If you're not going to call, do you mind if I use that?" Ann reached for the paper and slowly slid it into her purse.

* * * * 

Ann lay on her bed and slowly massaged her clitoris as she though about what would happen tomorrow. She had just hung up the phone after talking with Colin and was incredibly turned on. Even though she'd promised Doug she wouldn't do anything until he came home from his trip and they'd had a chance to discuss what happened at the reception, she'd lost control during the call and said she'd meet him tomorrow at his apartment. 

Now, as she masturbated, she fantasized about what his big cock looked like. Even though she'd already sucked him off it had been so dark behind the reception hall she never actually saw it. 

Ann knew Colin was hot to fuck her, but she was fearful about doing anything like that before discussing it with Doug. She'd already given him a blowjob, so giving him another didn't seem as radical as having intercourse. 

She made Colin promise that if she came over, there would be no vaginal sex. It didn't take her long to reach orgasm as she thought about mouthing her young black stud again.

Ann dressed rather conservatively in slacks, sweater, and blazer when she went to visit Colin the next afternoon. The slacks were to ensure that Colin's hand couldn't find an easy path to her pussy. She wasn't sure how long her resolve would hold out once he touched her there and she really didn't want to have intercourse. 

The thing most striking about her as she prepared to leave was her mouth. She'd spent more time applying lipstick than she ever had before. She'd actually gone to a department store that morning and talked with the salesgirl about different lipsticks and application techniques. 

Along with not wanting to escalate the relationship without talking to Doug first, Ann also wanted to find out if just sucking Colin could raise her to the same level of excitement again as it had at the reception.

Ann arrived at Colin's apartment at exactly three in the afternoon although it had taken several additional trips around the block and a stop in a restaurant to freshen her lipstick to avoid being early. 

She didn't want to appear as eager as she, in fact, was. Colin made them a rum drink from his home island. It was delicious, but Ann didn't need the alcohol to loosen her up for what was to happen. 

Ann and Colin sat on the couch, and Colin started to kiss her and massage her breasts. Ann turned her head and let him kiss her neck so he wouldn't mess up her beautifully made up mouth. She wanted to save that for the main event. 

Colin had removed her blazer and pulled her sweater over her head as he rubbed her big tits. As always, the breast play got her hot. Ann removed her bra for him and he was sucking and lightly pinching her nipples. They were very hard and it made Ann feel really horny. 

She knew she'd better stop him or he'd be pulling off her slacks next, so she pushed him back, She slid off the couch and knelt on the floor between his legs. She rubbed his crotch and was pleased to find that he was hard. 

She pulled down his zipper and extracted his hard cock. She gasped audibly. The fantasy organ she'd conjured up during her masturbation session the previous week was no match for the reality of this magnificent erection. Her cunt twitched; juices were flowing. 

Ann knew she'd probably get very wet during her afternoon session and had actually put in a panty liner even though her period wasn't due for two weeks just to keep from soaking through and wetting her slacks. Now she wondered if the liner was going to be enough.

Colin's cock must have been more than eight inches long and very thick. For the first time in her life, Ann was happy she had a large mouth. She'd been teased about it in high school and Doug said her mouth was even bigger than Julia Roberts'. 

Ann stroked Colin's meat and loved how her white hand appeared on the jet-black cock. She took her eyes off his organ long enough to look Colin in the eye. She told him how beautiful he was and how she'd been thinking of sucking him again ever since last weekend. Then she slowly licked her lips all around and blew him a kiss. 

Finally, she lowered her head and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Gently, Ann moved her head up and down on Colin as she stroked his shaft with her hand. Unlike Doug who she could easily take fully in her mouth, Ann knew from that last time that she couldn't deep-throat Colin. 

Still, she was curious about how much of him she could envelop. She lowered her head as far as she could, pushing farther when she felt the head of his cock at the back of her throat. When she pushed as far down as she could, Ann felt the distance between her lips and the base of his cock. It couldn't have been more than an inch or an inch and a half. Colin moaned.

"No woman's ever gotten that much in her mouth," he said, "I'm not going to last long if you keep that up." 

Ann was close to the edge herself, "Do it," she said, and thrust her mouth down on his cock while moving her hand to the front of her slacks. 

Even though she was rubbing her clit through her clothes, Ann easily reached a shattering climax. Colin watched as she shuddered on the end of his dick. Seeing her orgasm while sucking him sent Colin over the edge too and he shot off in her mouth. Ann again swallowed it all, then collapsed on the floor. She lay there breathing heavily while Colin did the same on the couch. 

Ann didn't wait until she was fully recovered. She pushed herself up and pulled her sweater over her naked breasts. She stuffed her bra into her blazer pocket and knelt down again between Colin's thighs. Ann looked at his half soft penis. It was still much bigger than Doug's. She studied it. There were little traces of her lipstick on it. Some semen was leaking from the tip. 

She reached down and touched it causing Colin to jerk. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Let me just finish cleaning up," she told him and licked the leaking cum from his cock. 

Ann took it into her mouth and squeezed the shaft from the base toward the tip like she was milking a cow. She was surprised at how much was still left as she sucked it into her mouth. She let it linger on her tongue for a minute as she savored the taste. 

It really wasn't bad, hardly salty. Ann gave a final swallow and told Colin she had to get going. She gently kissed his cock head before she tucked it back into his pants. She reached up to kiss him, but this time it was Colin who moved his head and she kissed his cheek.

When Ann got to the car and looked at the clock, she was surprised that it was only 3:20. How had all that have happened so quickly? She looked at herself in the visor mirror. Her hair was a mess, but the salesgirl was right about the lipstick. Her mouth still looked great! As she drove home, Ann knew she'd soon be masturbating again.

* * * *

Ann met Colin five more times in the six months before he finished his internship and moved to New York for his residency. Doug was aware of all except that first time while he was away. Although she often wondered what it would be like to feel his big cock fucking her, she never let it happen. Their sex consisted exclusively of Ann masturbating while sucking off the handsome black doctor. It continued to provide her the most rewarding orgasms she'd ever had.



Ann Ch. 03



The celebration was beginning to wind down and members of the development team were saying their goodbyes. Ann walked up to the bar to order a last drink before departing for the night herself. She found herself seated next to Allen, the summer intern who seemed barely old enough to drink. 

Ann hadn't seen him very often and saw that he was a mildly attractive boy, tall and lanky, and at least 25 years younger than she. Ann tried to make small talk asking him where he went to college, what he was studying, etc. Eventually the conversation came around to the opposite sex, and Ann asked Allen if he had a girl friend.

"Sort of," Allen said.

"What does "sort of" mean?"

"Well, we broke up a couple of months ago, but we were sort of getting back together just before classes ended."

"Why did you break up?"

Allen hesitated and gave some lame reason. Ann challenged him.

"Bull," she said. "What was the real reason?"

Allen blushed. "I couldn't say in front of a woman."

Ann sensed something juicy and the drinks were definitely making her bold. With the memories of Colin faded and Doug being selfish not letting her use his cock to help fuel the fantasy, Ann kept getting more horny and more frustrated. She decided to tease this young college stud a bit just for fun. Besides she might get a bit of a thrill herself.

"Of course you can," said Ann, pushing back her shoulders and smoothing the front of her blouse. 

She gave him her brightest smile, knowing those fabulous tits had his attention. She'd already observed him talking to her chest several times that evening although he was obviously trying valiantly to look elsewhere. 

"Look at me," she said, quickly glancing down at her chest and back up to his eyes. "Do you think I haven't heard most of the real or imagined woes of the American male?"

Her smile made him smile too...once his eyes traveled back up to her face. 

"Umm, well, mostly, you know, about sex."

"You mean she won't," Ann asked. Allen shook his head. "Nothing?"

"Umm, well, sometimes she, uh, jerks me, a little."

"Not even a blowjob?" 

There! Ann had moved the conversation to what had become her favorite topic: fellatio. Allen shook his head again. 

"Wow," Ann faux whispered, and executed and exaggerated sigh. "That's a real shame. I thought that was all the rage after Monica and Bill." 

She hoped she wasn't over doing it, but Allen didn't seem to catch on. He did, however, swallow hard and take a big sip of his coke. Whenever she could, without being too obvious, Ann returned the conversation to oral sex. Once, Allen asked her how old she was.

"How old do you think?"

"I'd guess early thirties."

Ann gave a big smile. "Why would you guess that?"

"Well your skin is very smooth, your hair color makes you look even younger; it's so pretty. Maybe it's because you're pretty. How old are you really?"

Ann didn't answer directly. "Do you really think I'm pretty? Prettier than your girl friend?"

"Oh yeah, you're gorgeous, really attractive. I really mean it!"

Ann was pretty sure he was playing too, maybe hoping to get lucky with an older woman who'd had a bit too much to drink.

"You don't think my mouth is too big?" Ann deliberately made an oval with her lips, then smiled.

Allen couldn't answer, his was swallowing coke.

"Cause, some guys have told me it's a bit large, but perfect for fellatio." Ann couldn't resist saying that. 

She figured Allen knew what the word meant, and if he didn't, it would give her an excuse to say blowjob again. When he didn't ask, Ann said, "Of course, they were probably just trying to see if they could compliment me into giving them some free head."

Allen was speechless until Ann smiled. "No, it didn't work," she laughed, "wrong guys." She actually found herself winking at him.

Allen asked if that meant Ann did perform oral sex for the right guy. "Only my husband," she lied.

"Funny thing is, early in our marriage, Doug was always pestering me to blow him, and I was reluctant. Lately, I've been the one who's wanted it and Doug is backing off."

Allen felt emboldened. Did she do it all the way?

"What do you mean?" Ann knew but wanted to tease him. Make him say it.

"You know, all the way, uh, till he's done, you know, finished."

"You mean, do I do it for a while then switch to regular sex?" Allen nodded. And swallowed. "Again, it's funny," said Ann. "Before, it was just a preliminary for me and Doug wanted to finish that way, you know, cum in my mouth, but I refused. Now," Ann looked Allen in the eye and deliberately licked her lips, "I want him to let me finish it." A quick smile, then, "Yes, all the way and swallow too. It's my husband who wants other things instead. What lousy timing."

Their conversation drifted in and out of work, general topics, and sex. At one point, Allen admitted to being capable of and having masturbated four times in an hour.

"No fucking way!" Ann exclaimed, then blushed herself. She never used that language at work and rarely with Doug. The only person she really let her hair down that way with was Margie. "Oops, I didn't say that."

"Didn't say what?"

"You know, the f word."

"Why not?"

"Well, I just don't usually don't talk like that."

"You're a prude," Allen taunted.

"I am not!" Ann felt on the defensive for the first time, so she tried to regain control. "And you changed the subject she accused Allen."

"What?"

"You know!"

"I'm lost."

"Four times?"

"Oh, that, what about it?"

"As I said, no effing way."

"Yes effing way."

"All the way?"

"Yes."

"To climax?"

"Yes."

"And shoot?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you. "

"Want proof?" Allen challenged.

Oh my, Ann thought to herself as she noticed Allen execute a surreptitious adjustment to his crotch. She thought she'd seen this earlier, but this time she was sure her peripheral vision had registered the movement. Her talk was giving this kid a hard on. 

Of course, if he could come four times in an hour, that shouldn't be a surprise. Truth be told, it was also causing Ann some wetness. For the first time she began to think about actually doing something more than tease. 

Could she pull it off? Would he reject her offer? Doubtful. Would he want more from her? Maybe, but she controlled Colin she should be able to control this kid. Would he tell? He'd only be at the firm for nine more weeks, then back to college and gone forever. But, how to make the initial move?

Acting more drunk than she actually was, Ann got the offer for a ride home she wanted. She said she probably shouldn't drive and that she'd call her husband to pick her up.

On the way home she sat a little closer to Allen than need be, touching his arm to point out the way. When they pulled into her driveway, Ann leaned over and gave Allen a kiss on the cheek and said thanks. She made sure her tits were pressed firmly against his arm and body. As she moved away, she took a breath and plunged in.

"Thanks, for the ride."

"You're welcome."

"I've got to go in, but you know," deep breath, "we each have a complementary need."

"What do you mean?"

"You know. What we discussed. What you want. What your girlfriend won't do. What I want to do, but my husband doesn't want. You know. That."

"Are you saying you want to do that to me?"

"Would you like me to?"

Ann moved her hand to Allen's crotch. He was hard, no surprise.

"Take it out," Ann ordered.

"Here, in your driveway?"

"It's dark, no one will see."

Allen unzipped his pants and extracted his phallus. There was little light, so Ann just leaned over and engulfed it in her mouth. She sank all the way down till her lips touched his pubic hair. Allen moaned loudly. Nobody can see, Ann thought, but they can hear. 

She tried to say shush, but her mouth was quite full. That beautiful hard cock in her mouth had Ann juicing badly. She wanted to slip her hand into her pants, but Allen was just too immature. 

"Oh, god, I'm going to shoot." 

Did he ever! Ann never swallowed so much cum. Her pussy was on fire, but she realized she'd have to wait for relief this time. Hopefully, there would be other days. Meantime, Doug could do the honors tonight.

Ann sat up and moved for the door. 

"Well, now I only have to jerk off three more times tonight."

"No fucking, I mean effing, way you're ready again," Ann exclaimed.

"Feel me."

Ann felt. This she had to try.

"Do you want to do something else?" Allen asked.

Ann responded by leaning over and taking his member all the way into her mouth again. Allen lasted a little longer this time, long enough for Ann to slide her hand down to her clit and explode. Allen was right behind with his second load in less than ten minutes and it seemed to Ann to be as big as the first. 

Maybe he really can cum that often, Ann thought.

"I really do have to get in," Ann said, sitting up for the second time. 

She again gave Allen a kiss on the cheek and thanked him. He's probably wouldn't be interested in Frenching me, Ann thought, smiling to herself. 

"You're on your own for the other two times." 

She slid out of the car and walked to her house, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked. Maybe that will help with hard-on #3 for the ride home, she thought.

Once inside, Ann saw a light coming from the family room and realized Doug was still awake watching TV. As she walked into the room, Ann started feeling like she might like a second orgasm herself tonight and wondered how Doug would feel about that.

"Hi Doug."

"Hi Honey, how was the celebration?"

"Good. Really relaxed me," Ann said as she sat next to Doug on the couch

She laid her head on his shoulder and began rubbing his thigh. Although she really didn't feel like giving Doug oral tonight, she figured she might start there and have him finish himself, as usual while giving her a nice tonguing.

"Well, you're sure in a good mood, welcome home!" Doug reached over and stroked her tit. "You should go out more often."

Indeed I should, thought Ann. 

Doug turned and lifted Ann's face to kiss her. She hesitated because of what she'd just done. She knew Doug had kissed her after she'd sucked Colin, but they'd never really talked about it, and whether or not it bothered him to kiss her with the remnants of another man's sperm in her mouth. 

Ann gave Doug a quick kiss on the lips and Doug moved closer for more. Ann put her hand on his chest and he looked up at her.

"I did something."

"Something? What kind of something?" Doug was on immediate alert. 

Could it be? It had been more than a year since Ann had told him about her first encounter with Colin, yet he remembered it like it was yesterday. He could still achieve nearly instantaneous erection when he replayed that conversation and the subsequent ones in his mind. 

He neither encouraged no discouraged his wife from seeking similar opportunities after Colin moved away but took her lack of follow up with any new partner as a sign it was a once only thing for her. 

After giving Ann oral sex as she recounted how she sucked Colin off, and fondling himself, Doug came to prefer that means of relief because it most closely approximated the actual first night. 

Was Ann about to confess a second event? Was it oral only, or did she go further? Actually Doug had preferred that Ann never slept with Colin.

"That kind of something," Ann answered.

Doug's mouth was open, but no words came out.

For a moment Ann was frightened. She had just assumed that Doug enjoyed hearing about Colin and would enjoy learning that there was something new to relate. But Doug smiled quickly and she knew he was ready.

"Shall we get your slacks off and into bed where we can do this right?" Doug asked excitedly? He reached out his hand and led her to the bedroom.

And so, once again, Ann lay back with her legs spread, her eyes closed enjoying her husband's tongue, and described in minute detail how she sucked off the young intern. Twice!!

Like Allen, Ann also enjoyed a second orgasm that evening. She wondered as she drifted off to sleep if she'd get to find out if the young stud actually could come four times so quickly. She also felt a third tingle between her thoroughly worn out thighs as she thought about getting herself off more than once with him.

* * * *

Ann was excited as she entered the bar to meet Margie. She knew Margie would be shocked, OK, semi-shocked at her news. There would be much discussion, giggling, etc., so Ann arranged for a meeting after work rather than at lunch.

Margie knew from their weekly sessions that Ann had not repeated her actions with someone else after Colin moved to away. Ann had almost assumed that she would somehow need to visit New York from time to time, renewing her relationship with Colin, but that never happened. And Ann didn't seem inclined look for a more proximate substitute. 

The two women laughed when Ann complained that Doug refused to let her suck him off in an effort to make her Colin fantasies more real. Margie said Doug was really selfish and both let out a peal of laughter. Margie really envied Ann when she heard the tales of Doug preferring to perform oral for Ann than get it himself. She half fantasized asking Ann if she'd be willing to share.

In fact, it was Margie, not Ann, who went to New York twice, and hooked up with Colin. She called him ostensibly to give him regards from Ann, but, after Ann's glowing descriptions of the ecstasy to be found at the end of his magnificent black cock, she knew that if given the chance, she'd be providing Colin blowjobs just like Ann, and maybe much more! 

At fifty-five, Margie was a full ten years older than Ann and nearly thirty years older than Colin. For her mid fifties, she knew she looked damn good. Twenty-five years ago, she could have had any man she wanted, and she'd aged well. 

Margie had dark red hair and maintained the figure she'd had since puberty 35B-24-35. Her body looked good and responded easily to stimulation. Despite her twenty-eight year marriage, Margie permitted herself to be stimulated often enough over that time that, were they to find out, many of her friends would think her a slut. 

Margie made sure they didn't find out. She only told Ann of two flings, just to keep her friend talking. Unlike Ann, Margie never shared any of this with her husband Roger. Roger was now sixty and worked long hours. 

What little interest he had maintained after the third year of their marriage almost completely disappeared fifteen years ago. Margie wondered if Roger ever suspected what she might be doing on one of their separate vacations, but neither ever spoke about it. 

The twenty-seven lovers she'd taken over the years turned out to be a homogeneous lot: white middle-aged, successful businessmen. Most affairs were short-lived, meet on vacation, a few days of ecstasy, part friends and never meet again efforts. 

Only two were closer to home and lasted several years each though Margie realized early on in each that neither would ever take her away from Roger. Their benefits to her were purely physical relief. Homogenous, that was the way to describe them, none more than a few years her junior, and none black.

Still, Margie realized fifty-five didn't look like twenty-five, or even thirty-five. She doubted she'd get Colin in the sack, though on more than several occasions, she did achieve some personal relief imagining it. 

Margie managed to meet Colin at his apartment at the end of his second 24 hour shift in 4 days. He was and looked exhausted. Any hopes Margie may have had coming to Colin's apartment went south faster than Margie's eyes traveled down his body. Colin said he needed to make sure there were no urgent messages on his answering machine and Margie heard them, one-by-one, young females pleading with Colin to call back.

Colin managed to open a bottle of wine while he reminisced with Margie. Although Colin knew Ann better in one way, he'd known Margie longer and had been to several parties at Margie's house. 

Colin had several extended conversations with Margie, lots of laughs, but always suffixed his compliment about how good she looked with the caveat, "for a woman your age." 

"Groan, and double groan," was Margie's reply.

Colin slumped in the easy chair and sipped his wine. Margie had to sit on the sofa. Things looked bleak to her.

"God, I'm exhausted. Sorry, I really want to talk to you."

"That's OK."

"Those hours really build up the tension." Colin stretched his arms and rotated his head.

"I give a great massage," Margie said, too quickly, then added, "but you've always turned one down at the parties."

Colin remembered. At the time it didn't seem prudent to let the mother of his host get that close. He was a black man feeling his way in a predominately non-black milieu. Now, in his own apartment, as tired as he was, it sounded much better.

"Mmmm. I'm too tired to say no."

Margie surprised him when, instead of walking behind his chair to massage his shoulders, she moved off the sofa and knelt between his legs. Although quite shocked, Colin made no move to stop her. Rather he just groaned once more as Margie began massaging his thighs.

"This should also relieve some of the tension," Margie said smiling.

"Mine or yours?" Colin laughed.

Not wasting much time pretending to massage him, Margie quickly began stroking him and moving her hands higher on his thighs. Brushing her fingers across his groin, she felt a large but as yet soft lump. 

Open mouthed, in mock surprise, Margie said, "Why doctor, you're not wearing underwear!"

She moved her head to his crotch and began rubbing her face across his bulge, mouthing his inflating organ through the cloth of the operating room scrubs. Colin let a hand drop to his lap and entwined his fingers in Margie's hair. Gently he guided her face across his penis, urging her to linger here or move there. 

Margie remembered how Ann told her he was so gentle as he held her head and fucked her mouth. Margie now felt her pussy tremble. How had she gotten so turned on? Despite Ann's testimonials to the excitement of oral sex with Colin, Margie never figured she'd get that turned on. 

Oral was good, but not as good as other stuff that involved her cunt, and certainly not as good as Ann insinuated. Now, however, as she let her head caress his rapidly hardening member, Margie wondered if she, like Ann, would climax during the oral act.

Margie lifted her head from Colin's lap to look for an extraction point where she could get a look at what felt so good against her face. Finding a fly, she reached in and felt it, stroked it, wrapped her hand around it (well mostly around it), but didn't try to pull it out right away. 

Rather, Margie slowly moved her hand up and down, caressing Colin's cock, still rubbing her face and lips against it. She started saying things she knew from experience would enflame his passions.

"God, it's so big. And hard. Mmmm, you're much bigger than my husband. " 

As she tried to tease Colin to a fever pitch, Margie felt her own arousal rising. Her pussy was twitching, throbbing. She carefully extracted the phallus. Despite Ann's descriptions and her own stroking, Margie was still surprised when she saw it. It was beautiful. Almost 10 inches long, at least 3 in diameter, rock hard, standing straight up, lovely head, and jet black.

"It's magnificent, so beautiful!" Margie leaned over and gave it a light kiss, the let her tongue glide almost imperceptibly over the glans. The cock jumped in her hand! Her pussy was now absolutely soaking. 

Two years past menopause, Margie didn't suffer from any vaginal drying as some women did. She needed no estrogen supplements to her diet. Still, she it wasn't normal for her to get this wet. She felt as if her juices had penetrated through her panties and were running down her legs to her stocking tops. 




Ann Ch. 03



Each time Colin's cock moved or her lips touched it, her clitoris trembled. Why? Was it the anticipation, that Colin was an absolute young stud hunk, the forbidden fruit of a black cock? What?

She began talking to him again. "This is making me so hot. Just kissing your cock is causing my pussy juices to flow down my legs. A kiss makes my lips tingle. I want to suck you off, make you so hot you shoot in my mouth. 

"I want to taste it on my tongue and swallow for you. I never let my husband or other lovers cum in my mouth, but I need it from you." 

Margie had never been one for giving a man complete oral. She'd done it a few times when she'd had too much to drink but not often. But now, as she spoke, she became obsessed with the notion of completing her act of fellatio. From something she enjoyed doing, it became something she must complete. The erotic-ness of the thought overwhelmed her.

She leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock again. Then she parted her lips slightly, moved her tongue so a narrow strip filled in between her parted lips, and dragged her mouth slowly down the length of his shaft. 

It was then she felt it. Small convulsing waves in her vagina, vibrating through to her clitoris. She'd actually had an orgasm! Not the big one, but an unmistakable orgasm nonetheless. Her pussy continued to flood moisture.

"My god, I just came! That never happened to me before where I came without touching myself. Your cock is just hypnotizing me. I've got to suck you now. Can you cum for me? Please?"

Colin's answer was to take her hair in his hands and make a ponytail. Then, holding tightly at the base of the ponytail, he pushed her face toward his cock. Margie opened her mouth and let him enter. He pushed her about half-way down, then pulled her mouth back up till only the head was left encased in her mouth.

"Many, many women have wanted this," Colin said as he began a steady up and down rhythm with his hand in Margie's hair, basically jerking himself off with her mouth. "Not nearly all have gotten it. So, my cock does more for you in your mouth than you're husband's does in your cunt, huh?" 

Margie was beyond speech, even if her mouth hadn't been full. She didn't resist Colin's hand alternately pushing her head down, then pulling it up by her hair. Never had she fantasized about performing such an abased act. Her previous fantasies always ended the oral element long before the man's climax, although not necessarily hers. 

Now, at this moment, she thought about the total debauchery of the scene. A much older woman kneeling between the thighs of a handsome, young, very well hung, black stud engaging in a completely submissive act of oral copulation designed to have him shooting in her mouth. What had been unthinkable when she walked in was now that which she desired most. 

Margie began to go mmmmm on Colin's cock. At first she wanted to deliver the pleasure of a hummer. Soon it was a reflection of her own level of stimulation. Margie felt it build within herself. Then she knew it was inevitable as the waves in her cunt began cresting. Her mouth twitched violently on Colin's cock as a massive orgasm swept over her. 

The turn on he got from watching her climax, sent Colin over the brink himself. He stopped his hand and held Margie's head still. He lifted his hips off the chair and proceeded to fuck Margie's mouth just as he started sending jets of semen deep into her throat. Her climax continued as she swallowed all he delivered.

After a few minutes recovery, Margie began stroking Colin's deflating organ hoping to gain additional time with the irresistible phallus. As the cock continued to shrink, Margie heard Colin's soft breathing. She realized he was asleep. Despite the perverted nature of the act, Margie let herself suck the sleeping stud's dick for more than ten minutes before she finally tucked it back into his pants and quietly let herself out.



Ann Ch. 04



After the night of the celebration, Ann really scolded herself. How could she be so reckless? If anyone found out, she could be fired – and embarrassed around town, as the details would undoubtedly leak out. She promised herself she wouldn't yield to temptation again.

The following day, she called Allen at home and explained things to him. She told him it was a mistake and not to discuss it at any time. She made it seem almost his fault that she'd had too much to drink. 

Ann told him if word got out he'd probably be fired with no letter of recommendation. If he were discrete, however, then she'd see he got a very good letter. Allen felt very sheepish. Ann felt sorry about that but wanted to make positively sure no rumors or whispers surfaced.

Ann steered clear of Allen during those final few weeks before he left to go back to college, and to her great relief, he made no effort to make contact with her. She and Doug, however, made great use of the activities in her car that night to engage in some hot sex. 

They also discussed things much more openly than they had after the incidents with Colin. Ann discovered that Doug was aroused by the thought that Ann would blow these guys then come home ready for sex. It was like some kind of foreplay for them. 

Doug remembered his days of youth and how he'd have done almost anything to receive a BJ from an older woman, any older woman, let alone one as voluptuous as Ann. Ann found the hard young manhood they possessed an incredible aphrodisiac. The more she caressed it the hotter she got. 

Taking it into her mouth was the best caress of all. The cock was so hard yet the skin so soft and velvety on her tongue. The climax reaffirmed her desirability as a woman. She could still attract a young buck.

The weekend before Allen's return to college, Ann expressed to Doug her relief that nothing blew up about her fling with the intern. Doug asked if she was sorry that she didn't get to "see" him again. 

"I guess not," Ann replied. "It was too risky and I'd have been so humiliated if anything were known."

"But that was while he was at the firm. After Friday, that all changes."

"I know, I've thought about that a little, but I don't think so."

"Are you sure? He'll be away at college; he's probably never coming back to your company anyway. Didn't he say he wanted to go out west after graduation?"

Ann began to re-think an idea she'd been toying with about giving Allen a farewell party. Well not really a party, more of a date. Well, date wasn't quite the right term either. Ann smiled to herself; she knew what she meant but for some reason was being shy even in her own thoughts. What was that about?

"I see that little smile," Doug teased his wife. "What's going on in that dirty mind of yours?"

"Dirty? If I'm dirty, what are you? Pervert!" Ann said with a smile. "Well, I was thinking of maybe giving Allen a little going away party."

"Party?"

"Uh, maybe more of a date."

"Date?"

What sort of weird déjà vu was this? thought Ann. 

"What would you call it? Never mind, don't answer; I know what it's called. Anyway, I was thinking of getting a hotel room and meeting him there. I guess I'd like see if he really can make those four seminal deliveries he bragged about."

"Where would you go?" 

Ann mentioned the most expensive hotel in the area. "Would you go with me? Not to watch, of course, but we could spend the night after he left. It might be fun."

"Yeah," Doug mocked, "it might be fun at that." He had a big shit-eating grin as he lunged for Ann. 

"Not now. Later. I've got some work to do. But Doug, would you be an absolute sweetie and see if you can get us a reservation for next Saturday?" 

Ann had noticed a certain passivity, almost sub-servienence in Doug recently and for some reason decided to explore it. She wanted to see how far he'd go to make this happen. He seemed to want her to do this as much as she wanted to. She noticed how eagerly her husband called the hotel.

Doug was beaming a few minutes later when he entered their study. 

"I got the room! There is some convention at the hotel so rooms are a little more expensive. $350 for the night."

"Wow!" But she thought to herself, does he realize he's taking this active, expensive role just to help some other guy can get a blowjob from his wife? This really does excite him, not just me.

Ann and Doug went to dinner Friday evening and Ann described her plans for the following day. She had been thinking of this all week and came up with some subtle, delicious ways for Doug to participate, and to see how far he'd go in getting his wife some young cock.

"Tomorrow, I'd like to do a little shopping before we go to the hotel. I was thinking of picking up some lingerie and something for drinks. And I really want some nice stuff, so why don't you get some cash before we leave? A thousand should be fine. I'm not going to spend anywhere near all of it, but just to be safe"

"A thousand's a lot," gulped Doug.

"How much do you want to get out?" Ann challenged. She figured he'd back down and he did.

"I thought we'd go to the hotel and I'd get dressed. I'll meet Allen in the bar – you could sit at another table or lurk in the lobby if you want. Maybe you could wait at the bar while we're in the room."

"OK," said Doug. "I think they have a TV at the bar."

"Allen will meet me at 4:00. According to him, we should be done before 6:00. Then you and I can have the rest of the night."

"Sounds great." 

Ann wondered, briefly, at how strange the idea that her husband would react to her sucking off a college kid four times by saying, "Sounds great" really was. Were they going down some kinky path that would get more and more depraved? Well, she'd have to think about that after Saturday.

Ann led Doug out of the house at 11:00 on Saturday morning for the mall. They stopped at the liquor store first where Ann picked out two bottles of Champaign at $150 a bottle and an $85 bottle of single malt scotch.

At Victoria's Secret, she selected a very provocative bra, thong panty, and garter set. She selected stockings that were just a shade lighter than her tanned thighs. At Ann Taylor she picked out a powder blue dress that somehow managed to be classy, demure, and provocative at the same time. She also selected a pair of patent leather white pumps with 4-inch heels. 

At the cosmetics counter, Ann made Doug watch as she had the saleslady show her a variety of lipsticks, lip outliners, and application techniques. Again, Ann was fascinated at how eager her husband was to get her mouth prepared for another man. All this totaled an additional $650 which Ann insisted Doug pay by credit card – just so they'd have cash if needed.

They arrived at the hotel by 1:30 and Ann began to prepare. She showered and shaved her legs. She came out of the bathroom in a long tee-short and picked up the thong panties. Doug was pretending to watch TV, but she knew he was actually looking her very carefully. She pulled on the panties and held up the hem of the shirt.

"Doug, honey, come here a moment." Doug responded very quickly. "How does this look? Aren't there a lot of pubes showing? Would you do me a favor? I really can't see it that well, would you please shave me? You know, down there, so it's really nice and trim, in case he accidentally sees, or I show him?"

Doug was very eager to help prepare his wife. This sort of role reversal – Ann preparing herself better for another man than she would for her own husband – seemed to turn him on. Ann hiked up the shirt and lay back on the bed. 

Doug brought out a towel and shaving things and moved a chair to the bed between her outspread thighs. As he began to examine where to shave, Ann hoisted her hips and whipped off the panties. Her pubic mound brushed Doug's face.

"Oh hell," she said. "Just shave the whole thing clean. That should get me hot."

And so he did.

Ann was nude in the bathroom. She was painting her mouth.

"Doug, honey, come here a minute. What was it that woman at the cosmetics said about putting on this lip liner? Here, honey, you do it." Ann gave him the wand and stood there while Doug finished painting her lips. She pursed them and asked how he liked them.

"Jesus, honey," he said. "You're doing this on purpose."

"Doing what?" she said, oh so innocently.

"You know damn well what. Making me get you ready for him. And you know it's making me so hard. I almost hope he doesn't show up. I'll never last two hours down in the bar."

"You're so sweet," Ann said as she tweaked his crotch. "And you really are hard, aren't you. Well, go put the Champaign on ice, then watch TV, I'll be done in a few minutes, then we can go down and have a drink, separate tables of course, until Allen gets here."

Doug faced the TV, but mostly watched Ann as she put on her bra, garter belt, and panties. She was rolling on the second stocking when she spoke.

"You know, he's going back to school and probably could use a little extra help. I was thinking about giving him a present."

"I'd consider what you're going to give him a pretty damned good present."

"Silly, that's for me, for us, not him. No, I mean a real present." Ann had the second stocking attached to the garter and was dropping the dress over her head. She slipped on her pumps and walked over to the room's desk. She looked incredible!

Taking out a hotel envelope and handing it to Doug, she said, "Come on, Doug, let's give him a little reward."

Doug made a show of it, but he did take out his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill in the envelope. He quickly thought better of it and slid in another $100. He sheepishly held it out to Ann. She made no move to accept it.

"He's going to do it four times," she said, looking him directly in the eye. Doug put two more bills in and again held it out for his wife.

"No tip?" Another $100 was placed into the envelope. This time Ann accepted it.

"I can't believe you're making me pay some kid five hundred bucks to fuck your mouth. What's worse, I can't believe how hard it's making me."

Ann wrote Allen's name on the front of the envelope, than made a display of licking the back flap and sealing it. Then, with a flourish, she puckered and placed a red imprint of her lips on the seal.

Placing the envelope on the desk, Ann said, "Doug, honey, I've mussed my lips a bit. Would you get the lipstick and touch them up for me?" Of course, Doug did just that.

As they reached the door on their way out, Ann said, "Just a minute." She reached her hand under her dress and pulled off the thong and tossed it into the closet. "I don't think I want those in the way when I get back up here."

Downstairs, Ann made Doug walk away from the bar just in case Allen had arrived early. He wasn't, so she took a table and ordered a drink. She wasn't particularly nervous, but the alcohol was helpful anyway. 

When Doug saw she was alone, he walked over and took a seat at the bar where he could watch her. Shortly before four, Doug saw a tall, skinny, awkward kid at whom Ann smiled broadly. 

Allen sat down and Ann ordered him a Coke. When they finished, Ann charged the drinks to their room and the couple got up to leave. While Allen was looking away, Doug made a face, like yuck, at his wife. 

Ann looked back and sensuously licked her lips, then walked off. When Doug tuned back, he saw that the woman tending bar had seen both his look and his wife's response. The bartender just shook her head and looked away. Doug blushed and grabbed his beer.

Doug had settled in at the bar, watching the afternoon ball game. He didn't expect Ann back until six. Each time he ordered a beer, the bar maid smiled sweetly at him which made him all the more embarrassed. He was watching the clock more than the game and all the time thinking about what was going on upstairs. Just before five, someone covered his eyes from behind.

"Surprise!" said Ann as she pulled her hands back and Doug spun around on his stool. Ann kissed him full on the lips and told him to settle the check so they could go upstairs. Doug gave the woman his credit card. 

The bartender seemed to understand something kinky was going on. As she started to get authorization for the charge, she turned to Doug and said, "Are you certain you want to use your corporate card for this?" Then looking closely at the card, "Mr. Wheeler."

Doug was flustered. "Uh, no, no. Let me get my personal card. This isn't a corporate expense. Not sure why I gave you that one."

The barmaid gave Doug back his card. "Do you work at Pratt & Whitney? My boyfriend works there. John Evans?"

Doug stared at the bar and said nothing, but Ann moved forward. "You have a John Evans working for you, don't you Doug?"

Doug was really embarrassed. He didn't want his identity known, especially if this woman knew someone who worked for him. "Are you Doug?" she asked. "John talks about you all the time."

There was no way out, so Doug smiled, "Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Ann."

Ann held out her hand. The barmaid took it and said, "Hi, I'm Tiffany. You've got something on your cheek."

Doug turned to Ann to see what the problem was. Ann had a thick strand of creamy white cum going from the corner of her mouth to her ear. Also, her hair was mussed and her lipstick was totally smudged. And there were literally, dozens of wet spots on her dress and then he saw a white glob running between her generous tits. 

"Oh my, I must be quite a mess, " Ann declared. 

"Yeah, you look a little different than when you were in here earlier with that young gentleman. Here," Tiffany said as she handed Doug a clean bar towel, "this will help clean her up."

A thoroughly embarrassed Doug took the towel and mopped Ann's cheek, then dabbed it across the bosom of her dress to blot the cum. Doug kept the towel as he and Ann left the bar.

By the time they got into the elevator, however, Doug was incredibly hot and hard. Ann gave him an open mouth, full tongue kiss and Doug was fully knowledgeable about what that entailed. It made both of them hotter. 

In the room, Doug immediately saw that both bottles of Champaign were emptied and the envelope and bottle of scotch were gone. He had neither time nor inclination to dwell on it as Ann swooned back on the bed and lifted up her skirt. She left her dress, stockings and shoes on as she beckoned Doug to her.

"Well, he was a man of his word," Ann said as Doug surveyed her condition. "Four times in forty minutes. God he was hard! Do I look a mess? I didn't want to take the time to clean up. I wanted you up here with me. I really love you, you know that? 

"Mmmm, honey, kneel down and soothe me. I rubbed myself so hard; I really need your soft wet tongue right now. But I'll warn you, your going to have to work for my climax. I already came three times fingering myself while I blew Allen. That's it, do you like it, all nice and smooth and bare?"

Doug simply couldn't take it once he'd placed his head between her thighs. All the preparation and waiting were too much for him. He'd barely begun licking her when he came trying to pull his cock out of his pants.

"Oh God," Doug groaned as he shot his load all over his hand. "Jesus, Ann, how do you expect me to hold off with all the teasing you've done to me today? Shit, I got it all over my pants and hand." Doug stood up and wiped his hand on the towel next to the bed, then pulled his slacks off and wiped the liquid off with the towel.

"It's OK, honey," Ann said as Doug knelt down before her again and began licking her. "I'll bet you can get yourself off again! I've already come three times and am working on four. Allen shot four times. I could have gotten five, but he wanted to go, and besides, you only paid for four!" Ann teased. 

Doug involuntarily jerked his head back at the cutting remark, but Ann caught her heel behind his neck and slowly brought his mouth back to her ache.

Ann was right. As she told Doug the story of what transpired that afternoon with Allen, he was able to bring her to a crashing orgasm with his tongue and get himself off a second time as well.