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Our Date

By: SexySuzy



I was at home one evening, sitting in my room, just hanging around my favorite chat room, when I saw a screen name pop on that interested me. I looked at the profile, and saw that it was a man, probably young, but what he wrote there had me intrigued. He wrote about why he liked older women, and how turned on he was by them. He said that the thing he desired most was to have a sexual experience with someone who had the wisdom and maturity to enjoy herself. 

I decided to send him a message, and before I knew it we were talking intimately, our chat getting heated, sexual and by the end of it, I was very hot, and was inviting him to meet me at a hotel I would be staying at for a conference. He immediately agreed to meet me, and I told him I would e-mail the particulars. I did so, and got a confirmation of our intended meeting. 

On the day we were to meet, I finished my business and retired to my room, heading straight for the luxurious bathroom. There was a toilet enclosed in tile with a glass door, a stall shower next to it, with a matching glass door, and a large Jacuzzi tub against the wall. 

The entire bathroom was mirrored, and it gleamed. I stepped into the stall shower and hit the water button on the wall. Water jetted out from three directions, and I was surrounded by steam as I lathered with fragrant shower gel and began massaging my body. My soapy hands were gliding over my curves, my slippery fingers going into every crevice. I circled my clit with two of those fingers, and felt the tiny bit of skin slide over my stiff little bud. 

My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching the nipples and rubbing the soap into them, and I began to shudder, standing with my legs wide under the spray of hot water, and felt my little clit jerk as I came hard against my hand. 

I stood, holding the wall for support, then was able to move enough to rinse off and step out onto the cool tiles. I put a robe on and dried my hair, then went to get dressed.

As much as the shower had relaxed me, I still had a feeling of nervous excitement, as I dressed for my guest. Looking around the room, I realized that I hadn't even taken in my surroundings. It was a typical room, with a nice fluffy king-sized bed, a small sofa and thick armchair and a solid wood coffee table.

I paced the length of the room, feeling excited, thinking that I was insane for inviting someone more than 15 years my junior to visit me in my hotel room, when I heard the soft knock on the door. Taking in my reflection in the full-length mirror, I smoothed my red velvet dress, made sure my stocking tops were not visible, and made my way toward the door in my 4" stiletto heels. 

I could have been knocked over with a feather as I gazed at the shy young man standing there. He was looking indirectly at me, as if to look at me straight on would blind him. I smiled warmly and took his hand, leading him inside. I had soft music playing, and it was nice and warm in the room and by the time we got to the sofa, we were both looking more relaxed. 

I offered him a glass of wine, and we drank to new friends. Before I could gather my thoughts, a soft pair of lips was suddenly pressed to mine and I could feel strong arms moving past my sides and around my back. I kissed back, strongly, but not too aggressively, and the young man's hands kept roaming, moving over my spine, and touching the swell where my round ass cheeks started. 

I was gently touching his chest over his shirt as I kissed his lips, my tongue moving around the seeking tongue of my lover. Things got hotter, as we continued to kiss, passionately now, touching each other all over and sliding sucking kisses over each other's throats and ears. I was pinching the little hard nipples I found on that smooth chest, and I started taking his shirt off.

I felt the zipper of my dress going down slowly and warm hands moving inside it. It fell off my shoulders and his warm smooth hands started caressing my chest and over my breasts. My nipples started getting hard as they were stroked and pinched. We were breathing hard now, and I moaned as his head went down to suck at my tits. He took one into his mouth and sucked on it hard, coaxing it into stiffness with his mouth and tongue, and squeezing and stroking the other one with one hand while the other hand started roaming further down my body. 

I was seeping wetness already and the crotch of my thong was soaked and plastered to my pussy. When his hand reached it, he let his breath out, and started moving from one tit to the other, biting hard, then soothing, by licking with broad strokes of his tongue. I started stroking his thighs, feeling his body under the pants he wore. I brushed against his hard cock, and marveled at what he had in there for me. It felt so hard, a telltale wet stain spreading rapidly, and ready, I just had to have that beast naked and in my hands. 

I started tugging at his pants, opening them quickly, as his fingers searched me, pushing inside my slit and rubbing me. I got his pants down and his head came up to reach my mouth and we kissed deeply as I grasped his hardness and started stroking it, in rhythm to his probing fingers, and his tongue sliding over mine. 

I felt his cock pulse in my hand, start throbbing and I bent down to lick the clear fluid coming out in big drops on the head. I spread it all over with my soft fingertips, stroking all over the head, making it swell. My tongue slapped at it, feeling the smooth skin and tasting his pre-cum still running out of his cock. He moaned deeply and pushed my head down gently, moving one hand to my breasts to squeeze them. He buried his other hand in my long hair, and started pushing into my mouth, letting his dick slide over my tongue, as I sucked around it, and stroked my tongue under it. I let him go as far as he could, and licked around the base of his cock, while I stroked his thighs and balls. 

I took over, sucking him hard and with long strokes from the tip of his swollen, fat head to the very base of him, letting him fuck my mouth as hard and deep as he wanted while I stroked him. He was moaning and rolling his head back, pinching my tit mercilessly as he pushed into my throat with a deep thrust of his hips against me, and fed me a huge load of his cum. I backed off a bit to swallow and he pumped my mouth full of it. He spurted so much cum into my mouth that it started squirting out, running down my chin and onto my breasts as he pushed into my still sucking mouth.

I moved up and down on the two fingers he had pushed inside my pussy, and groaned on his dick as I exploded on the hand caressing and fucking me. He pulled my mouth off his cock and up to his mouth. We kissed, and lay back on the sofa together, catching our breath.

As we rested, we sipped our wine, and talked a little. Looking into each other's eyes, we both knew that we wanted to start over again. I stood up and led my young man to the large bed, and slid my thong off, kneeling on the edge of the bed and bending over, exposing my pussy for his pleasure. I rubbed my moist lips and uncovered my clit for him, running my tongue around my mouth, wetting it sensually. 

He bent down and started licking between my legs, running his tongue between the slit that was glistening with moisture. When his tongue hit my clit, I started to moan and rub my wet snatch against his face, making his tongue move all over me. He stabbed the pointed tip inside me, making me shudder and try to fuck it. I lunged back against his mouth and he drove his tongue deep inside. As he tongue-fucked me, he slid a wet finger into my ass, moving it in and out slowly and deeply, driving me to an intense orgasm. 

My handsome lover got up quickly and flipped me onto my stomach. He rammed his raging hard on into me. He slammed and pumped my pussy, sliding in and out with uncontrollable lust. Like a man possessed, he took me, holding onto my hips and reaching in front to fondle my tits or caress my clit.

I felt him stiffen and try to get into me deeper, although I had taken every inch inside me already, and he burst, groaning as he poured his hot cum into my wet cunt. He kept on fucking me, moaning and violently pushing in, and I felt his cum saturating my insides. 

He started getting softer, and slid out of me with a loud, sucking sound. My young man collapsed on top of me on the bed with his thick sticky cock pressed in between my ass cheeks. His arms encircled me, and he kissed the back of my neck and caressed my breasts and stroked my hair, telling me how good that was for him. We spooned and started to fall asleep, the afterglow of lust all around us.

After a short nap, we were both feeling a lot more energized. We started kissing, and decided to take a bath together. As I started the Jacuzzi and adjusted the temperature, my lover got towels for us, and came up behind me, kissing my neck and rubbing my shoulders. I noticed that he was starting to rise again, feeling his thickening dick rubbing against my ass. We slipped into the tub and turned the bubbles on. 

Sitting in the steaming water at opposite ends of the tub, I started caressing his body with my feet, rubbing his chest and thighs, probing under his cock with my toes. My lover's cock was rock-hard in an instant and I started jerking it off between the arches of my feet. He took hold of my soft feet and started rapidly moving between them, making my toes caress him all over his cock and balls, that cock throbbing violently and him moaning loudly. 

He roughly grabbed me by my arms and pulled me on top of him, hands moving all over my pussy and ass. He squirted some liquid soap onto his fingers and raised me out of the water, rubbing the soap into my asshole. I squirmed and squealed with laughter, as his fingers invaded me. 

When he let me back down, it was to sit on his thick cock, feeling it enter the tight ring of my asshole, and the soap allowing it slide easily up inside my hole. I felt opened up wider than ever before, as he started making me pump that fat cock in my ass, making me jerk my body up and down on it, slamming onto it, making it go so deep in my ass. I held onto his shoulders and rubbed my tits against his face, he sucked on my hard nipples as he fucked my ass with long, deep strokes, bucking high and hard, holding my ass cheeks apart and reaching in between my legs to play with my pussy. I was going crazy, grinding my ass into his body, feeling so full of young, hot dick.

I think we came together, as I started cumming he yelled and strained, I could feel that his cock was so swollen, the head fat and smooth, stretching my ass hole wide open, and unleashed ropes of cum inside it, watering my insides with his hot spurts. We stayed like that, with me pressed onto his lap, his cock in the prison that was my tight asshole, and felt his lust drain away for the moment.

I let his dick slide out of me, and lay back in the churning water. We rested for a bit then got out of the tub and into the stall shower, with its frosted glass door. He adjusted the spray from the several shower heads and we got into the warm water. We got in and started washing each other, smoothing shower gel onto each other, making a nice thick lather on both our bodies. I started to talk in a low, lust-filled voice, telling him how I had masturbated in this stall before he arrived, how good my fingers felt gliding over my fat little clit, how I couldn't wait for him to get there to fuck me. 

I rubbed him all over with my breasts, making the lather get all over them, and letting him feel my hard nipples poking out and stroking him like tiny fingers. He moved to face me, and started kneading my breasts gently, making soapy points on them, he then let one then the other be hit by the water spray and be rinsed clean, and took it into his mouth and started sucking on it. He sucked until I was moaning and fingering my soapy pussy, and he was stroking his rock-hard staff slowly but very hard. 

The look in his eyes told me what to do, and I turned to face the wall, spread my legs as wide as I could, and looked over my shoulder, inviting him to stick his cock in me. Instead, he knelt down and ran his tongue between my ass cheeks, going in deep and circling my squeaky-clean asshole with his warm tongue. He kept on going, moving over my pussy until he came to my clit, he started sucking on it, and licking it all over, making me squirm and press back onto his face. 

His arms were around my thighs, reaching to my pussy, and while he licked and sucked my swollen little bud, he fingered my pussy, fucking me with those two fingers so good that I started moaning and almost crying for him to fuck me. 

My young lover stood up, but not without stroking his fat hard cock up my leg, and pulled my ass cheeks apart, kneading roughly, and positioned his cock head at my pussy's wet hole. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, then instead of sliding into me, he started moving along my slit, starting to bang the head of his dick against my very aroused clit. I felt him swelling and tensing, and slid forward so his dick was again at my entrance. 

Instead of letting him push past it to graze me again, I moved up and onto him so his lunge forward made him go deep into me, with all his force behind that stroke. I started fucking his cock, banging against the base as I rode up and down, hands pressed to the wall, propelling me onto his dick, as he helped my slamming upwards to meet my strokes. 

I felt him so deeply inside me, his cock filling me, I couldn't help but start cumming on him, letting him feel me pulse and ripple inside, all wet and steamy. He rode it out, feeling me grip him and just filling my hot pussy. When I started to slow down, breathing hard, my young man pulled his throbbing cock from me, and started stroking again along my wet slit. He was holding me against the wall, legs closed around his dick, and pumping back and forth, hitting my clit again and again. 

The feeling of his cock thickening, and getting smoother and stiff, was making me feel the ecstasy of another orgasm. I felt that lovely fat dick expand between my swollen pussy lips, then relax for a beat. I then felt his hot thick cum drenching my clit and lips, all hot and wet all over my pussy. I think I started cumming as soon as I felt the first hot jet pulse over me, and I was shuddering around his cock while laid his face against my back and stroked my tits, soothing his cock between my wet thighs. We let the spray of water from all around us wash us clean and got out and dried off with the big fluffy towels there. He dried my hair with a towel and I rubbed lotion into his smooth skin. We went to the bed, and passed out for what felt like an eternity. 

When we awoke, I had my mouth filled with strong, young cock. It was pushing into my mouth as I rested my head on my lover's stomach. Fat and warm, it relentlessly moved upward, gliding in between my lips and over my wet tongue. 

I tasted the delicious drops forming on the head, and sucked harder, moving my head slowly. My young man groaned softly, and shoved his thick cock upward in one long stroke, and pumped my mouth full of his cum. I swallowed slowly, to taste it all, and lovingly cleaned his cock with my tongue. 

I moved up to kiss him and we started passionately sucking on each others tongues, biting and pulling on each other's lips. I felt his body moving against mine, his hands running all over my body. His lips were on my neck, sucking and licking me, as he started humping his hips against me. I felt his cock standing straight up, and when I looked at him, he smiled a wide smile at me. 

I started to laugh as he rolled me onto my back and slid between my legs, catching my ankles as he moved closer, holding my legs wide and high in the air. His dick head rubbed my pussy, making me moan and shudder. I waited and waited for him to enter me, but he teased and stroked me. I begged him to fuck me, telling him how much I wanted that hard cock in my pussy, plunging deep inside, and he just smiled and kept rubbing.

Finally I started gyrating my hips around his cock, making the head all shiny and slick with my pussy juices. He couldn't take much more of this, and slid the head into me slowly. Looking deeply into my eyes, he then started to kiss me, running his tongue all around in my mouth as he slowly slid his hard on into my pussy, which was burning to feel him inside me again. I started cumming almost instantly, crying out with a lusty, hoarse voice, as he started moving faster, deeper, then banging me with wild abandon, pressed against me, fucking my mouth with his tongue, and groaned into my mouth as he shot his final huge load of hot cum into my pussy, extinguishing the fire that had been burning inside me. 

As he got up and went to shower, I just lay there thinking of how glad I was that I took the chance to meet my sweet young man. Exhausted, I helped him get dressed, and showed him out, kissing him deeply and telling him what a wondrous lover he was. 

I will never forget this young sweet man, and the hours of pleasure we shared.

Our Date



You come over for our date. Dinner and a movie at my place. I cooked lasagna and after we eat we pop a comedy into the DVD player. We get comfy as we snuggle up on the couch to watch the movie. We don't see a whole lot of the movie because we are too busy talking and laughing. After the movie, we realize that it's getting a little late and you tell me that you need to be getting back home. I walk you to the door to tell you goodnight and to give you a hug. I can't resist kissing you so I pull your head down so that our lips meet. 

My assault on your lips starts out gentle, but quickly builds in intensity. You pull away from me and grin at me with that gorgeous smile of yours and tell me that you have to leave before you're not able to. I look up at you and tell you that I don't want you to leave. You kiss me again and ask me if I'm sure. I smile at you and grab your hand, leading you towards my bedroom. Once in my bedroom, I close the door and walk up to you. I slide my hands up your chest and around your neck. You lower your head and we start to kiss once more. The kiss deepens and I part my lips as your tongue slides in between my teeth to meet my tongue. While kissing me you slide your hands down my back and over my ass pulling me to you. I moan into your mouth at the sensations flowing through my body. 

I pull away from you a little bit and grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it up and over your head. You reciprocate by helping me out of my shirt. Once my shirt is off you run your hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and down to my chest, stopping for a brief second to play with my breasts still contained in my bra. You run your hands down my stomach to the top of my jeans and unbutton and unzip my pants. I feel you slide my pants down leaving me in my bra and panties. I step out of my jeans and tell you that it's my turn. I pop the button on your pants and undo your zipper. I drop to my knees as I slide your pants down your legs. I slowly run my hands up your legs, taking my time and enjoying myself. When I reach the waistband of your boxers I slide those down too! 

I look up at you and smile as I wrap my hand around your dick. I inch closer to you and flick my tongue out to lick the head of your dick. I run my tongue around the head until I finally slide you into my mouth. I start inching your dick further in my mouth taking as much as I can. I feel you run your fingers through my hair and you start pulling my head to you guiding me how fast you want me to go and how deep you want me to take you down my throat. I don't know how long I stayed on my knees pleasing you but you finally pull me away and tell me to stand up. After I stand up you tell me to turn around. I listen to you and turn my back to you. I feel you press up behind me while you run your hands up my arms to my shoulders and down to my chest. You cup my breasts in your hands and realize that my bra is in the way. You unclasp my bra from the front and slide it down my shoulders. After you remove my bra you divest me of my panties as well. 

Now we are standing in my bedroom completely naked and I am so turned on that I don't know what to do with myself. My boobs are now free from my bra and you take complete advantage of the situation by running your hands over my sensitive skin and extra sensitive nipples taking a little extra time on them because you notice how I react to you playing with them. You gently pinch my nipples and I moan at the shocks that are sent straight to my pussy. While playing with my nipples you start kissing me on my neck and I almost fall over. You found my spot! I reach my hand behind me and take your dick in my hand. I wrap my hand around your dick and start pumping my hand back and forth. You start pumping your hips in time to my hand and slide your hand down my stomach. You find my sensitive pleasure spot and start moving your fingers to the same beat that I am playing with your dick. You whisper in my ear that you want me to move to the bed. 

I walk you the last few steps over to my bed and you lay me down on my back with my feet hanging off the bed. You kneel at the side of my bed in between my legs. I feel your breath and then a light sting as you nibble on my inner thigh. I suck in a breath from the pleasure and the pain. You kiss the bite mark that you just left and slide your tongue the rest of the way up my leg until you are at my pussy. I feel your fingers spreading my lips and then your tongue on my pussy. You start licking my sucking on my clit and my hips are bucking off of the bed from the pleasure you are giving back to me. I love the way you are eating my pussy and tell you that I am about to cum. I grab your hair with both hands and guide you to where I need you to go. My first orgasm rips through my body. You keep licking and sucking on my clit until I tell you to stop that I can't take it anymore. I need you to fuck me.

You slide up on the bed and I push you on your back. I straddle you and slowly lower myself on to your dick, savoring the feeling of you entering me. This is what I have been waiting for. Once you are completely in me I sit still getting used to the feel of you. I start sliding up and down your dick agonizingly slow, teasing you. I am in no hurry and am thoroughly enjoying myself. I want to get you as worked up as possible. I feel you starting to thrust your hips up to meet mine and we are increasing our tempo. I am starting to moan so loud that I think the neighbors might hear. 

While I am riding you, your hands are quite busy. You have one hand playing with my nipples while the other hand is playing with my clit trying to make me cum. It won't last much longer. I can tell that I am close to coming so I pick up the pace a little bit. You pull me down on you so that I can grind against you and you pull me over so that you can take my nipples into your mouth. I don't want to cum alone. I want you right there with me. I want to make you cum too. I put your hands on my hips so that you can show me how you want me to ride you and make you cum. I am trying to hold back my orgasm so that we can cum together, but it is getting harder to hold back. You start moaning louder and pulling me harder against you as you can feel your orgasm building. I tell you that I want you to cum for 

me and it puts you over the edge. You pull me hard against you as your orgasm rips through your body which in turn triggers mine. I got my wish! 

I lay my head down on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as it starts to slow down. After laying on you for a while I realize how sleepy I am. I roll over and you cuddle up behind me. I ask you if you are going to spend the night and you tell me that you aren't going anywhere. I give you a kiss goodnight and snuggle up to you as close as I can get. Within minutes we are both asleep...



Our Date Together



This is what we are going to do one night when I get back.

We will have a family day and take the kids out and have some fun. Maybe we'll go to the batting cages or go swimming or something else. When we get back we shower and wait for the baby sitter to arrive. When the baby sitter arrives we tell the kids to behave themselves and give the baby sitter instructions to have all the kids in bed at 2130. 

We start our date off by going to the mall and just walking around and taking our time without kids. We walk hands and joking around with each other. By the time we leave the mall it is 1800 and we are hungry. We head to the restaurant, either Ruby Tuesday's or the Japanese Steak House, since this is your "treat" night you can chose. Once we arrive at the restaurant we order drinks, since you are the guest of honor I drink soda and you order a strawberry daiquiri. Your drink arrives and we order our food, while we wait to eat we engage in our natural banter that we usually have been doing over the computer. We talk about all kinds of things, from the kid's schools to sex. Soon we start eating and we order you another drink. 

We continue talking, just enjoying the uninterrupted conversation and the excellent food. Finally we decide to leave at about 2000, and head towards the Player's Club so we can shoot some pool and play darts. As we head to the van we start playing around with each other again, by the time we reach the van we are getting extremely sexual with each other. The parking lot is empty and as I go to open your door for you I reach up the shorts that you are wearing and stick a couple of fingers up your pussy. Added to the two drinks you have had, this causes a very enjoyable feeling for you. You turn and give me a deep kiss with lots off tongue as your hand travels down to my dick and works it to a hard state. We continue teasing each other 'til headlights in the parking lot causs us to get in the van and head out. 

As we head back to Melbourne we continue to talk and have a nice relaxed evening. All of a sudden you unhook your seat belt and lean over to me. You undo my button to my shorts and pull down the zipper. You work my shorts down a little exposing my dick and balls. As I try to concentrate on my driving you start giving me a hand job. My dick instantly goes hard and I start to enjoy the feeling. As you continue you start to alternate between stroking me and rubbing my balls and the area between them and my ass hole. You continue this all the way back to Melbourne, slowing down each time you feel I'm about to cum. Once we reach Player's, I park near the end of the parking lot and scan the area for any people. Finding none, you continue to rub me as you raise the arm rest of both seats. You then lean over closer and start stroking harder and faster as I press my hips up against you. Once you think I am only a minute or so away from cumming you lean over completely and take me in your mouth and start sucking on me. It doesn't take long till I tell you I am ready to cum, but you continue sucking until I cum in your mouth. You swallow me until I am done and then sit back up as I put my shorts back on. Before we leave you lean over and give me a kiss making sure I know that you had just swallowed me. 

We go inside and order some drinks, mine is coke, of course, because I am driving. We then spend the next two hours playing pool, shooting darts, flirting with each other, and just having a good conversation. Once it turns about 2300 we decide we need to head home so the baby sitter can go home and we can continue our night together. When we get home the baby sitter informs us that all the kids are sound asleep and none of them are in our bed. She leaves as you start to make us some strawberry shortcake drinks and I go into the bedroom to set up some stuff for the night. When I get back, you hand me my drink and we sit down and start playing a couple hands of cards. This is your fourth or fifth drink for the night and you are definitely feeling a buzz. After we finish our drinks I invite you to take a shower with me, so we abandon our game of cards, lock up the house, and head into the shower together. 

In the bathroom, we undress each other and start kissing and petting again. I reach in and turn the water on getting it as warm as we can stand it. I tell you to get in and that I will be right back, and then I wrap a towel around me and head out the door, returning a few minutes later. You ask me what I was doing and I tell you that you will find out soon enough. I step in the shower with you and tell you to step back while I wash myself real quick. You want to help but I tell you no and do it myself. I take a couple minutes to wish myself completely and then I tell you to change positions with me. 

As you get under the water I tell you all you are allowed to do is stand there and that I will do all the washing and work. I start by grabbing the soap and working up a lather on your shoulders. I then go all the way down and lather your entire body before I put the soap down. Once you are lathered up I move you to make sure it doesn't rinse off yet. Starting at your neck and shoulders I start using the soap to massage you. I take my time at each little spot and massage the tension out of every muscle, we have no where to be so I just stop at ever little point working my way down. After your neck and shoulders I do your arms from fingertip to the shoulder. Then I start on the back working the top to the sides. By this time you are standing near the back of the shower with your arms against the wall leaning into it. 

Once again I spend a very long time working on your back, and then I move lower to your hips and butt. I start kneading your muscles in the butt as you press it back against me; I work all around the butt to the out side of your hips and then start working on your thighs. I rub up and down repeatedly on the outside and the slowly move to the inside of your thighs. Once there you squat a little in order to try to get my fingers inside your pussy. But I tell you that I am not going to do anything sexual right now and start massage the areas all around your lips. You moan out loud and practical beg me to fuck you, but I won't give into you. By now I'm on my knees and working my way down you thighs and to your calves. It has taken me 40 minutes to finish your massage and we are both horny as hell. But now its cleaning time, I grab the soap again and lather up some more. This time I start again at your shoulders but just staying long enough to clean you. 

The other difference is I will touch you sexually this time. I take some time to clean and play with you nipples, then move down to clean your lower body. I run my soapy fingers through your pussy and start moving them in and out while pausing to play with you clit. You start moving with my fingers and I sense you are about to cum, so I stop doing it against your protest. I then soap up my fingers and start cleaning the crack of your ass. I run them up and down and over your hole five times before I stop on the hole during the sixth pass by. I slowly work a finger around the rim a few times and the slowly stick my finger into you hole. After a few seconds your muscles relax and I work my finger in further and the back out. After the third time in I hesitate and probe around 'til you look like you are starting to enjoy it and once again I stop. I have you rinse off all the soap and wet your hair down while I grab the shampoo. I then wash your hair for you and tell you that once I am done there is one more thing that I want to do and then we can move into the bedroom. 

I have you face the water and put your right leg on the edge of the tub so that I have access to your pussy. I wet it down real good and then grab a can of shaving cream from the side. I foam up the hair on your pubic area and grab a razor. I then slowly shave you from the top to around your lips, 'til you are bare. After rinsing you off I turn off the water and grab a towel for you. I tell you dry off and go lay down on your belly and I would be there in a few seconds. 

When I come into the bedroom you start to raise up on the bed and I tell you to lie back down. As you lay there you hear me open something and then you feel a warm liquid on your back. Its baby oil and I start massaging you again. The warm oil penetrates your skin and you enjoy the feeling of my fingers working your skin and muscles. I work your neck and shoulders and work my way to your arms. From there I add more oil to your back and start working your back putting all my weight and strength into it. I crack your back a couple times as I continue and rub continuously as I reach the start of your butt. Once there I add more oil on your butt and start working your butt checks and thighs. I work the insides of your thighs and brush your pussy and occasionally stick a finger or two up there. After getting done with your ass and thighs, I finish up the massage by working your legs and feet, spending a lot of time with your feet. Finally I am done with the massage and I start wiping off the excess oil with a towel. I ask you if you are ready to have some wild sex and you laugh and say you have been ready since I came in your mouth earlier. I tell you to continue lying there and that we were going to get started. 

As you lay there you feel some liquid hit the crack of your ass and I tell you it is the motion lotion that you bought at Victoria Secret when I was on leave. I let the oil run down your crack and spread your cheeks so the oil runs down to your butt hole and continues down to your pussy. I then use a finger to make sure everything is well coated and lubed. Starting at the top of the crack of your ass I run my tongue down slowly breathing warm breath on it to warm up the oil. As I reach your asshole I start licking around the rim and blowing warm breath to heat it up. I continue flicking my tongue around your hole as I reach down and rub your pussy with my fingers. It starts to feel good to you and you press you butt back to my face and I slowly insert my tongue a little into your rim and move it around. You give a slight moan as I remove my fingers from your pussy because you want them back in, but soon you realize why I removed them, I have BOB (battery operated boyfriend, IE a vibrator) in my hand and I start him up and slowly move him into you. I do all this while I am still using my tongue on your rim. I take my time and work on you for ten minutes 'til I know you are excited and both your pussy and ass are dripping wet. When I finally stop I tell you to reach down below you and take control of Bob but to leave him in there. 

I move up behind you with my thighs straddling your hips and slowly insert my dick into your ass while BOB is still in your pussy. I take it slow at first so I don't hurt you, but as you loosen up I move in further and start to pick up a steady pace of moving in and out of you. You raise up a little in the bed in order to get a better hold of BOB and also to get me a little further inside of you after a few minute you take BOB out in order to use your hand to rub your clit. This causes a really good feeling for you and after a few moments you start begging me to fuck your pussy because you want me inside of you when you cum. I pull out making you think that I am going to follow your instructions and as I straighten up I give you asshole one final kiss. 

But………….right now I have no intentions of entering your pussy and I grab your hips and help turn you around to you are laying on your back. Once you are in the position I want you in, I take control of BOB and start licking the outside of your pussy lips. I do this to tease you and make you want me to put my mouth and tongue all over your pussy. Once I have teased you enough and made sure that you are soaking wet I start in on the real thing and stick my tongue as deep in your pussy as I can. I move it in and out as fast as I can in order to fuck you with my tongue, and then I start to suck on you with my lips at the same time. I then move up to your clit and use my tongue to start flicking it. As it gets harder I move my tongue harder and harder against your clit and stick a couple fingers deep inside your pussy, this way I am finger fucking you at the same time I am eating you. As you get closer to cumming you start to push your pussy into my face, so I slow down on your clit in order to keep you from cumming. At the same time I push my fingers deep inside you and also stick one into your ass and concentrate on giving you a good finger fuck. 

Once I know you have calmed down some I start back on your clit with my tongue, this time I go as hard as I can while I finger you rapidly and deeply. Within a few seconds you are pushing you pussy hard into my face as I bring you to orgasm. I keep going 'til you touch the back of my head as you do when you are getting sensitive. 

Without hesitation I move up and stick my dick in you and start fucking as hard as I can. The aim here is to use your feeling at the time to make you cum again as soon as possible. You bring your legs up to your chest in order to allow me to penetrate as far as I can and I move up on you to allow the top of my dick to rub against your clit. I lean down and kiss you and you get a good taste of yourself from all the juices that cover my face. I start to slow down, but you dig in you fingernails into my shoulders and ask me to move harder because you are about to cum again. Within a few seconds you really dig your nails into me and whisper to me that you are cumming again, so I try to go faster and harder, bringing my pelvis hard and violently into yours. Once you are done I stop thrusting and roll on my back. 

You move up to straddle me and mount me from the top as you face me. You start moving like you did during my leave and before long I am getting close to cumming as you slowly move on me. You alternate between movements so that I won't cum to soon and after about 10 minutes of this you move off of me in order to put me in your ass from above. You slowly sit on me as I enter your ass and we pick up the motion of each other. I tell you to lean back as we move together, this way I can rub your clit while I am in your ass. Five minutes later I am ready to cum and you stop and get off me. You lay on your back as I straddle your chest. I stick my dick between your tits as you push them together tightly in order to make a little friction tunnel. I start sliding in and out of your tits and as I come up to the top of the stroke you lick the head of my dick. 

Soon I start to feel the tightening in my balls as I get ready to cum and I move faster. Finally I let loose and cum all over your tits and chest and throat. I stop my motion but you continue to move your tits against my dick using my cum as lube. I lean over you and we kiss for a few minutes before I move off of you. I grab a towel that I had placed in the room earlier and we take a few minutes to clean each other off. You then roll over on your left side as I move behind you to lie right next to you. When I get as close as I can to you I reach down and spread your ass cheeks apart and slide my dick between them and lay next to you like that. Soon we both fall asleep next to each other, but we are already positioned right to start all over when we wake up. 

This will happen when I get back, I LOVE YOU.



Our Date With Her



Our young live-in lover, Tiffany, had come home last Wednesday night to find Sandy, my big and beautiful wife, and I DP'ing Maggie. Maggie had been the second woman Sandy and I had shared and been the one to let me fulfill my fantasy of fucking a woman in the ass. (Sandy has a chronic illness and her doctors had forbidden her from participating in anal sex.) It was Saturday and I was finally going to be able to talk to Tiffany one on one. I had finished eating a bowl of cereal when Tiffany walked into our kitchen. I allowed her to do the same before saying anything.

"Tiffany, do you remember us asking you to be honest with us?" I asked her.

"Yes." 

"I know you were hurt when you saw Sandy and me with Maggie. I meant what I said to you Wednesday night. Sandy and I do love you and don't want to see you hurt, but we need to be able to enjoy sharing other women when the chance arises. Are you going to be able to handle that?" 

The slightly overweight yet sexy younger woman sat beside me struggling not to cry. I placed my hands in hers and flinched when she squeezed them as hard as she could. She managed to look me in the eyes before she answered me.

"Sandy and I talked about what I saw Wednesday yesterday morning while you were at work." Tiffany said to me. "She told me almost the same thing you told me in my bed as you fucked me Wednesday night."

"No baby girl, that wasn't fucking. I made love to you that night." I interrupted her. "I had hoped that you would know the difference. We were in YOUR bed, Sandy didn't join us until we were finished, and it was completely different from when we fuck. Can you see the difference?"

"I can now." She answered me. "Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, baby girl." 

"Sandy told me that she always made the first contact with the women you share. Is that true?" Our inexperienced lover asked me.

"Yes, that's true. I don't know how much she told you, but our involvement with other women started with me telling her about my fantasies. She surprised me by getting turned on from hearing them. I told her if she set us up with another woman, I would be willing and able to take it as far as she was. If you remember it was her that approached you at the steakhouse the first night we saw you. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, Mikoli." 

"Are you going to be alright with us taking Maggie on a date tonight and repeating Wednesday night with her? She will stay the night. Can you sleep in your bed tonight or do you need to stay away? It's your choice. You know you're free to see other people, don't you?" I inquired of her.

"I don't want to see other people! I can stay in my room. I'll put my head phones on so I can't hear her screams as she cums for you and Sandy."

Tiffany started to cry at that moment. I sprang up beside her and grabbed her into a bear hug. I felt like low-life slime for causing her pain while at the same time feeling a twinge of anger toward her. She knew how Sandy and I were before getting involved with us. I knew she would never ask us to stop our desire to share other women, but I felt like that was what she wanted.

Tiffany cried herself out against my chest so I lifted her face and kissed away her tears. I helped her to sit back down and moved my chair closer to hers.

"Mikoli, why haven't you and Sandy done to me what you were doing with Maggie?" Tiffany asked me with a whiny tone. "Don't you want to do that with me?"

"Yes Tiffany, I do want to do that with you! Sandy and I were going slow with you. We didn't want to overwhelm you with too many new things. Some women won't even think about having anal sex, some women will do it for their lovers, but don't enjoy it, and the rest enjoy it. Sandy can't have anal sex because of her doctors' orders. I promise we can try it with you if you want us to. If you don't enjoy it we will stop and never do it again." 

Tiffany smiled at me and jumped into my arms and I began kissing her and caressing her luscious body. 

"Will you take me to my bed, Mikoli?" 

"No, let's go wake up Sandy and I will make love to you in our bed while she kisses you and sucks on your tits, okay?" 

Sandy was already awake when Tiffany and I reached our bedroom. Tiffany and I helped each other take off the miniscule amounts of clothing we had on. Tiffany was already sopping wet in the valley between her legs. After we were on the bed, I pushed my engorged organ between her pink folds. Her vaginal walls were not as tight as they were when I first started fucking her, but she wasn't loose enough for me to slam myself into her in one stroke like Sandy was after twenty years of my fucking her. I remained upright so Sandy could kiss Tiffany while we made love. I stroked in and out of Tiffany's hot hole with long easy strokes for ten minutes. I began a fast furious pace when she begged me to. I began to spurt into her depths after another five minutes at that pace. Tiffany's screams of pleasure were muffled as Sandy continued to kiss her. I flopped down beside them when my shriveled penis fell out of Tiffany. Sandy lay on Tiffany's other side while we all three gasped for breath.

"Do we need to get you off, baby?" I asked my dear wife.

"No, I can wait until tonight, my love." 

"Okay, I love you both, but I need to clean up and run an errand." 

I took a shower and dressed for my errand. Both women asked if I wanted them to go with me. I told them no, it was something I needed to do alone. Sandy gave me a strange look, but didn't ask me any questions. I kissed Tiffany and Sandy walked me to the door.

"What are you up to Mikoli?" 

"I promise to tell you when I get back." I kissed her at the door and left.

I drove to the steakhouse where Tiffany worked. I knew the owner would be there at that time of day. We had graduated from high school and college together. I knew him in high school, but we hadn't associated with each other then. I was the nerdy kid that hung with my twin brother's friends and he was in the rich kids club. We became friends in college when I began tutoring him in math. 

(My twin had been held back a grade in elementary school. All of his friends were a year younger than us.)

"Steve, long time no see!" I yelled as I walked into his steakhouse. 

"Math Man, how did you get in?" Steve Blake asked me as he walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"I told that pimply faced kid at the door that if he didn't let me in he'd be washing dishes on Friday and Saturday nights until he couldn't take it anymore and quit." I answered my old friend and one of the richest men in our county.

Steve Blake owned "Danny's Steakhouse" one of the oldest restaurants in town. It was named after his grandfather, Daniel Blake who always went by Danny. Rumor had it he even refused to accept a humanitarian award given out by a local United Methodist Church until they replaced Daniel with Danny on the name plaque. Steve's father went to Harvard Law School after graduating from mine and Steve's alma mater. He had his own law firm in New York City. Blake was the first name in the firm's title and it wasn't because it came first in the alphabet. Steve had been groomed to take over his grandfather's large real estate portfolio since junior high. The threat of losing out on all that wealth and power because he flunked out of college his freshman year had motivated Steve into concentrating on studying instead of partying and pussy. When he needed a math tutor and saw my name on the list, he called me. We became good friends. He was smarter than he acted and really worked on his degree after his little scare.

"Knowing you the way I do, you meant every word of it too, you mean old bastard." Steve replied to me before he started laughing. "How's Sandy? I never figured out how you ended up with a goddess like her." 

"You're the one who had the goddess. Debra was in a whole different league than Sandy and you know it. The answer to your question is I treated Sandy like a person instead of like a set of tits and a pussy. You and Debra could have still been together if you could have forgiven her for doing the same thing you were doing. You were fucking almost every hostess and waitress that has worked in this steakhouse since you were fifteen years old. You didn't stop even after you married Debra. She had one affair and you threw her away. You and I have been friends for a long time, but I couldn't let you torch Debra like you wanted to. She knew how you were and let you have your fun. She loved you and you know it. You never did learn how to share your toys with others. Speaking of sharing, your new manager is moving in on your Debra clone if he hasn't already nailed her." I told my by now mad as hell old buddy.

Debra Blake (nee Elrod) was a 5'10" blonde sex bomb waiting to explode. She had 36D breasts, a waspish middle, and broad hips. Her ass was big yet firm. Every man who ever met her wanted to fuck her, me included. Steve always had a hostess or waitress who looked as close to Debra for a mistress as he could find after the divorce. I knew the blonde bitch named Cindy that Tiffany had mentioned Wednesday night must be his new plaything.

"Why do you say that?" 

"My friend Tiffany told me she had to go home Wednesday night so Cindy could stay and work when the new manager messed up the schedule and over staffed. She was upset because she had been working here longer. I know the policies unless they've changed since Sandy worked here." 

"Rumors around here are that chubby little waitress is more than your friend. If Sandy finds out it'll be your nuts she's waving a sharp knife in front of instead of mine." Steve said to me with a smirk.

"Her name is Tiffany. It's none of your business, but Sandy not only knows about me and Tiffany, she was the one that got her into OUR bed. I know I can trust you or I wouldn't have told you even that much. Sandy told me about you hitting on her. If it had been a couple of years earlier you would have gotten what you were after. Thanks for some of the hottest sex I got after Sandy's surgeries by the way. I always knew exactly when you put the moves on her. She would be so horny those nights, she would practically rape me. The only thing is it's not rape when the other person is willing. She wouldn't have threatened your nuts if you hadn't gone too far the night of the Christmas party. I wanted to beat the hell out of you myself that night. Instead I took Sandy out to your gazebo and fucked the shit out of her."

"What do you want Mikoli? Do you want me to fire him? You know I'm not going to fire her. Tell me what you want and it's done." Steve inquired of me.

"No, I don't want to see anyone get fired. If the policies are still the same, he needs to be reminded of them. If it happens again, then you can fire him. I would find out how far he's gone with Cindy if I were you. You might find out both of them need to go. I know you haven't changed your ideas on sharing your woman with another man." I said as I stood to leave. "Take care my friend. A word of advice though, Sandy's not as forgiving as I am. She will cut your nuts off if her play pretty gets hurt around here again. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah brother, I know what you mean! Take care of yourself. Give Sandy a kiss and squeeze those big titties of hers once for me." Steve said to me as he stood and we hugged again.

I went home after that. Tiffany was out running errands for Sandy. I could see Sandy had cried not too far in the past. I took her in my arms and rocked us back and forth.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked my big, sexy wife.

"Tiffany is still upset about Wednesday afternoon. She wouldn't come right out and say it, but I know she doesn't want us to see Maggie tonight. I'm so confused. I don't want to hurt Tiffany, yet I don't want to disappoint Maggie either. I so much enjoy Maggie's body and the things you and I do to it. What are we going to do, Mikoli?" Sandy pouted at me.

"We're going to take Maggie to dinner and bring her back here and enjoy her for most of the night. Tiffany's going to have to learn to live with our proclivities if she wants to stay with us. I know I'm sounding like a cruel and heartless son of a bitch, but this is our life. If we choose to live it this way, that's our choice. I have had to live with the consequences of bad choices as have you. If Tiffany can't come to grips with how we are, she can leave. I love her and don't want to hurt her, but I love you more and I'll hurt any and everybody before I hurt you again. Speaking of proclivities, have you talked to Debra Blake lately?" I explained and questioned my by now smiling wife.

"Mikoli, you went to the steakhouse didn't you?" Sandy asked me with a school teacher's questioning tone in her voice.

"Yes I did! Steve told me to give you these!" I said as I bent and kissed her hard while squeezing each of her magnificent 40DD breasts. Sandy allowed me to kiss and grope her for a couple of minutes before pushing me away.

"Stop that! You need to save your strength for tonight! Besides you've already had a good fuck this morning." Sandy purred at me. "Why did you ask about Debra?"

"I've wanted to fuck her since Steve introduced her to me our senior year in college. I'm more of a gentleman than Steve is and never tried anything with her like he did with you. I knew they were going to be married as soon as I saw how she looked at him. I tried to warn her about him and his wandering cock. She told me she knew all about it and as long as he didn't embarrass her in public she could live with it. She swore to me she would never cheat on him, but we know how that turned out. I was wondering if she would be open to a threesome with us. You're the pussy hound in our relationship now, so I thought you might explore that avenue for us." I said with a stupid grin on my face.

Sandy stood in front of me with a look of shock and amazement both on her face. She joined me when I started laughing hysterically. We ended up on the floor in each other's arms from laughing so hard. Tiffany picked that moment to walk in the back door.

"What's so funny?" She inquired of us when we had quit laughing.

"Mikoli called me a pussy hound! He wants me to sniff out our next piece of ass to share!" Sandy answered our dumbstruck lover. Sandy was happy and carefree. Tiffany looked on the verge of tears.

I watched as Tiffany squared her shoulders and put a strained smile on her face. She turned to the groceries she had brought in and began putting them away. I was standing and waiting for her when she finished. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her hard. Sandy joined me in hugging our young, inexperienced, and hurting lover.

"Tiffany, we do love you! We're sorry this is hurting you. We told you how we were before you started with us. We aren't going to change. My offer for you to leave at any time still stands. We'll miss you if you leave, but we'll survive. I know it sounds cruel, but you need to decide if you can handle Sandy and me sharing other women. If you can't we're going to keep hurting you. You know that, don't you?" I asked her as she cried against my chest. I could see Sandy crying silently as she hugged Tiffany. I couldn't stop myself and started crying with them.

Tiffany went to her room and lay down on the bed. Sandy and I retired to our bed. We kissed and snuggled for a bit. I dozed off with the woman I loved more than anything or anyone else in the world in my arms. I didn't even stir when Tiffany climbed onto the bed and pressed herself tightly against my back. I awoke two hours later with my tandem of big and beautiful females lying almost on top of me. I glanced at the clock and awoke Tiffany.

"What time do you have to be at work, baby girl?" I asked Tiffany when she was fully awake. 

"Why, what time is it?" She asked me. 

"Fifteen minutes till three." I replied in answer to her question. 

"Damn, I'm going to be late! I'm supposed to be at work at three thirty! Stan is going to fire me!" Tiffany yelled in a panic. 

"Calm down and go get ready for work. I assume Stan is the new manager at "Danny's", right? I will call and talk to him. You won't get fired, but you'll need to be on your toes around him after I make this call." I told her.

"Why, what are you going to do?" Tiffany asked.

"Threaten him with Friday and Saturday night dishwashing duties like I did some pimply faced kid this morning when I met with Steve." I answered her.

"You know??" Tiffany started to say. 

"No more questions! Go get ready for work!" I exclaimed as I swatted her on her ass.

"Hello, I need to talk to Stan." I said over the phone. "Stan, Tiffany is going to be a few minutes late getting to work."

"Tell her not to bother coming at all then." Stan bellowed over the phone.

"Stan, calm down and listen very carefully. If you hang up the phone on me, both I and Steve Blake will be down there in twenty minutes trying to crawl up your ass. DO YOU HEAR ME, STAN?!!!!" I yelled over the phone.

"Who is this?" Stan asked me. I could hear the fear in his voice.

"Stan, do you know the pimply faced kid that was cleaning in the front of the restaurant this morning?" I asked him in a calmer voice.

"Yes." Stan answered me. 

"After we get through, ask him who I am. Ask him what I threatened him with if he didn't let me in this morning. That will be what happens to you if Tiffany gets fired or comes home upset again because of you. While we're talking let me give you a piece of advice, stop sniffing around Steve's pussy if you haven't already gotten it. You'll never work in this county again if Steve Blake puts you on his shit list. I've known him a hell of a lot longer than you have. He doesn't like other people playing with things he considers his. You understand what I'm telling you, Stan?" I inquired of him over the phone.

"Yes, I understand. I will try not to upset Tiffany ever again." Stan answered me with some confidence coming back into his voice.

"Stan, don't give Tiffany any special favors either because of this phone call. Make her do her work and do it well. If she needs her ass chewed for poor work, chew it. I only want you to do your job and follow the policies of the restaurant, okay?" I said to Stan as I was winding down.

"Yes, sir. I will do my best." Stan answered me.

"Good that's all I ask, Stan." I told him before I hung up the phone.

Tiffany was fixing to run out the door. I motioned for her to stop.

"I talked to Stan. You don't need to rush. Your job is safe. Please drive carefully and get to work safe. Work harder than anybody else and everything'll be okay. Sandy and I don't need you killing yourself in a car wreck over a minimum wage job. Now give me a kiss and a big hug. I love you." I implored of her.

I leaned down and kissed her hard. I thought she was trying to break my ribs, she squeezed me so hard.

"I love you too and tell Sandy I love her. I promise to be careful." Tiffany said to me before she walked briskly to her car. I could only hope she heeded my warning. I was so relieved when she called and told Sandy she had made it to work. 

Sandy and I prepared for our date with Maggie. Sandy laid out my clothes for me. Sandy had gotten some dresses from her cousin who had gotten fatter since her divorce. They fit Sandy very well. She had selected a black dress that was very tight over her breasts. The bodice of the dress lifted and pushed her breasts forward. I don't know who she was trying to impress. She already had me and she knew she was going to get lucky with Maggie tonight. I told her to go bra-less, the dress was enough support, but she wouldn't. She put on a new bra and panties set Tiffany had begged me to get for Sandy the last time Tiffany and I were at the local mall without Sandy. Sandy had worn it once before when the three of us had gone on a date together. I think taking them off of Sandy turned Tiffany on more than the tongue lashing I gave her clit that night. Sandy was radiant and so excited before we left the house.




Our Date With Her



I had on a black pair of slacks, black shoes and socks, and a black pull-over collared shirt. I don't normally wear black, but Sandy made me try the outfit on and liked it. I drove us to Maggie's house in Sandy's minivan. Maggie gave us both big hugs and kisses at her door. Maggie had on a light blue dress. Its bodice had the same support built into it as Sandy's. Unlike Sandy, Maggie was bra-less. I could see the outline of her already erect nipples. I helped each lady into the front seats of the van. I sat behind Sandy and listened as Sandy and Maggie talked and laughed together. I was both happy and sad. I was happy to be in the company of two beautiful women. I was sad because of the equally beautiful woman who was hurting because of what was happening tonight. Hopefully she would be able to get past the hurt and be at ease with Sandy and my lifestyle in the future. 

Sandy had made the reservations for the evening. She took Maggie and me to the only French restaurant in town. Only a handful of people knew it was part of the holding company that managed most of Steve Blake's properties. Danny Blake had built it in memory of a French girl he met while traveling through Europe in his youth. Its name was "Marie's". I couldn't tell Maggie that I knew where the name came from when she asked Sandy and me if we did know. Sandy knew, but kept her mouth shut for once.

Although it was early, the restaurant had a good crowd in it. We got some stares as we walked arm in arm to another semi-circular booth and table. I got in first and Maggie was next with Sandy beside her on the outside. I hadn't gotten good and settled before Maggie had her hand in my crotch and was nibbling on my ear.

"I'm already wet thinking about your cock in my pussy and ass tonight!" Maggie whispered into my ear. She massaged my dick through my trousers until it was hard. 

I looked up when I heard someone clear their throat to get my attention. Standing in front of me was the lady I had been lusting after since college. Debra Blake might have been 45 years old the same as me, but she didn't look it. She was still as beautiful as ever. She must have worked out religiously because there wasn't a bit of flab on her. I felt embarrassed by the slight paunch I had gotten over the years. 

"Hello, Mikoli and Sandy. It's been a while since you two have been in. Who is the lovely lady with you?" Debra addressed us at our table. I would swear she licked her lips while looking at Maggie.

"Debra Blake meet our friend Maggie Smith. Maggie meet Debra Blake, owner of "Marie's". I said making the introductions.

"We're on a date." My impetuous wife blurted out.

"When are the two of you going to take me on a date?" Debra asked Sandy still looking at Maggie.

Sandy looked at me. I nodded yes.

"How about next month?" Sandy inquired of Debra.

"Sounds good. You have my number. Call me when you're ready." Debra told Sandy. She turned to our waiter and said: "Their meal is on the house. Give them a good bottle of white wine and whatever else they may want." She walked away before I could protest.

I let Sandy order for us. Maggie drank the wine while Sandy and I drank water. I ate whatever was set in front of me. Some of it was great and some of it I didn't care for, but ate anyway. Maggie was very giddy by the time the meal was over. She had been kissing both Sandy and I throughout the meal. I knew Sandy would be getting a call from her mother when I saw one of the deacons of her mother's church and his wife walk past us while Sandy and Maggie were engaged in a tongue wrestling kiss. I knew I would be left with trying to repair our relationship with her mother again. Oh well, life's a bitch.

I left the waiter a fifty dollar tip. I slipped the maître 'D another twenty besides whatever Sandy had given him when we came in. I also gave him five twenties and told him to divide it between the busboys and chefs. The meal was over three hundred dollars so I still came out ahead. 

Our intentions were already out in the open so I helped each of the ladies into the backseat of the van getting my own tongue wrestling kisses from each. I drove toward our house while listening to Sandy and Maggie get more and more excited behind me. I glanced back once and saw that both women had the tops of their dresses down below their breasts and their bras off. They were rubbing their breasts against the other's as they kissed and caressed each other. Traffic got heavy and I could not look anymore. I heard Maggie scream with pleasure and knew Sandy had brought her to orgasm behind me. The ladies didn't bother fixing their dresses when we reached our house. I enjoyed watching the four mounds of mammary flesh bouncing up and down as the women ran across the front yard to our door.

Maggie and I were naked by the time we reached the bed. Maggie was giggling as she jumped into the middle of the bed. She spread her legs in invitation to me. I could see her juices on her upper thighs and in her pink center. I got between her legs and rubbed my bulbous head up and down her slit covering it with copious amounts of her fluids. 

"Ram it home! Fuck me hard and fast! I need your cock in me now!" Maggie yelled at me.

I lined my turgid rod up with her hot opening and plunged to the hilt in one stroke. I pumped in and out with hard and fast thrusts. Maggie was matching me thrust for thrust. She started screaming after ten minutes of that pace. I tried to slow to an easier pace to prolong my own eruption, but Maggie wouldn't let me. She was thrusting herself up to me with that same intensity as before. I resumed pounding her beneath me. I tried to drive her ass through the mattress. She screamed one more time when my steamy seed splashed her vaginal walls. I slowed to an easy pace while we caught our breaths. I pulled my semi-tumescent organ from Maggie's depths when I felt Sandy get on the bed. I retreated to the upholstered chair in the corner to watch my sexy wife use her "cock" on the black haired and equally sexy vixen beneath her. I ignored the ringing of the phone figuring it was Sandy's mom. I heard the answering machine click on but couldn't hear the message the caller left.

Sandy brought Maggie to two orgasms herself with her "cock". When she pulled out and lay down beside Maggie, I knew they were ready for me to join them. I kissed both of them hard before I let Maggie impale herself on Sandy's plastic phallus. Maggie allowed me to finger her pucker hole with two lubed fingers for five minutes before yelling at me to fuck her ass. I eased my own fleshy phallus into her anal cavity. Sandy and I used slow and easy thrusts in the beginning. We were getting good in the synchronization of our thrusts in and out of our respective bodily orifices. We began fucking Maggie hard and fast when she urged us to. Sandy and I again took Maggie from single screams of pleasure to a continuous wail of orgasmic bliss. I spurted a couple of shots into Maggie's bowels when I came for the second time that evening. I seriously doubted the little guy would make another appearance that night.

I helped Maggie remove Sandy's harness and its hardware. Maggie removed the 8" dildo from the harness and used it and her mouth on Sandy's sopping wet center. I was kissing Sandy and massaging her breasts. I began licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples. Maggie and I gave Sandy two of her own huge orgasms before she begged us to stop. We all cuddled together in a heap of arms and legs as we recovered from our activities. I went to the rest room to relief myself. I put on a robe and head to the kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the stove while I got a pitcher of water and two glasses. It was 10:45 PM. Tiffany should be home shortly. Maybe she would only have to endure Maggie's sounds of pleasure for a short amount of time. I was almost positive I wasn't going to get another erection tonight. I checked the caller ID on the phone and saw that it was Sandy's mom who called. I decided to wait until tomorrow to listen to it.

I gave Sandy and Maggie a glass of water. I poured myself a glass when Sandy had finished hers. I went to the master bath and washed my dick with soap and water on the slight chance it might be resurrected by the two beautiful women in my bed. I lay down between them and we started kissing and caressing each other. I was tempted to stop Maggie as she kissed down toward my crotch. I was curious to see if she could rejuvenate my flaccid member. I heard a car outside and knew Tiffany was home. I kept glancing at the bedroom door expecting her to be there.

When Sandy joined Maggie in the oral stimulation of my deflated organ and testicles, I did achieve an erection. Sandy mounted my face as Maggie mounted my renewed steely pole. I could feel them kissing and touching each other above me as each rode their respective parts of my anatomy. Maggie screamed in pleasure after plunging herself up and down my dick for fifteen minutes. Sandy grunted and moaned out her own release five minutes later. I did not feel anywhere close to another orgasm. Sandy lay down beside me while Maggie continued to slam herself up and down on me. When she had another scream punctuated orgasm I begged her to stop. The ladies went together to the restroom. I drank another glass of water. The bed side lamps were turned off and we settled down to sleep. I was contented sandwiched between all that female flesh. I drifted off to sleep without a worry in my head. 

I awoke with a sliver of sunlight hitting me directly in the eyes. Sandy was turned the other direction and was still asleep. Maggie was nowhere to be seen from the bed. Mother Nature was calling so I went and relieved myself in the master bath. I pulled on a clean sweat suit and headed to the kitchen. I could hear moans from Tiffany's open door. I peeked in and saw Maggie licking Tiffany's clit while plunging Sandy's dildo in and out of her. I got a bowl of cereal and headed back to the living room. After I had eaten, I listened to the message Sandy's mom had left on the answering machine the night before. I'm glad I listened to the whole thing instead of erasing it when I heard the tone in her mom's voice like I started to. She was calling this morning between 8:30 and 9. I barely had time to grab the cordless and step out on the porch before the phone rang.

"Hello Hazel, how are you this morning?" I said to my mother over the phone.

"Mikoli, what where you and Sandy doing with that woman last night?" Hazel Lamb, my mother, started in on me. "Jim Mullins and his wife saw you all at "Marie's" and said Sandy and that woman were kissing each other in an inappropriate manner."

"Hazel, do you remember when you worked days and I worked nights at the factory and I would come by your work station to let you know how Sandy was feeling?" I asked her.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with this?" She asked me. (Don't you hate people that answer questions with questions? I do.)

"Do you remember the lady that worked beside you asking how we got along so well? Do you remember my answer to her?" I said to Hazel.

"Yes, you said it was because I minded my own business and you minded yours." She answered me.

"This is one of those times you need to mind your own business and drop it!" I told her getting a tad angry and letting my voice get too loud.

"Sandy is my business!" Hazel spat back at me over the phone.

"No, she's not! She's my business!" I yelled over the phone. "You gave her to me over twenty years ago! You throw her out of YOUR house when she wouldn't stop seeing me before we were married! You weren't even going to our wedding, but your family browbeat you into it! I remember you telling me you didn't want her back so I better take care of her. We weren't welcome in YOUR house for two years after we got married! YOU made every excuse you could think of when we invited you to ours! Ask your deacon about the two bottles of wine he and his wife drank before, during, and after their meal! I thought alcohol of any kind was a big no-no in the Southern Baptist church!"

"You know you and Sandy are going to hell, don't you Mikoli?" Hazel inquired of me.

"From what I saw last night, we'll have plenty of company! I think a lot of supposed Christians are going to be very shocked when Jesus turns his back on them at judgment day! I went to church with momma, got my God and Country badge in Boy Scouts, so I don't want to hear it!" I continued to yell at my mother.

I saw the blinds being raised in our bedroom. Sandy was motioning for me to tone it down. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself.

"Hazel, what Sandy and I do or don't do is nobody's business." I calmly told her. "If you can't accept that, I'm sorry. If Sandy and I aren't welcome at your house anymore that's okay too. Sandy has had my back for most of the twenty years we have been together and I've always had hers. Sandy's 39 years old and a grown woman. We are going to live our lives together the way we want. I'll have Sandy call you later after church. Bye!"

I turned off the phone and walked back into the house. Sandy was in my recliner in a robe. Maggie and Tiffany were on the couch in robes of their own. I could tell they all were trying not to cry. I felt like hammered dog doo. As soon as I got in front of them all three women rushed me. They were hugging me and trying to kiss me all at the same time. I had to smile as I began to feel better. The four of us went back to Sandy's and my king size bed. We snuggled together the best we could. The three ladies began making love to each other as I slipped off the bed and sat in the corner chair. The little guy was nowhere to be seen even with the hottest girl on girl action happening right in front of him. He would finally make an appearance that day, but much later and under extremely special circumstances. But that's another story.



Our Date with Melanie



Author's Note: My lover and I have been talking about inviting a woman into our bed. This story is my fantasy of her, and I write it for you but also for him, my very sexy, soulful lover, realcitykid. We want to make this dream a reality someday, so if you're a woman who enjoys this fantasy, come visit us on the forum and let us know at.

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"Here you go, babydoll. Cabernet okay?"

I nodded and took the glass from him, motioning for him to come sit next to me in the little corner booth. I know it's silly, but I couldn't really bear to have him sit all the way across the table - not when he could be right there next to me, his arm around me, his thigh pressed against mine.

We both sipped our wine as he settled next to me and glanced at his watch.

"Nervous?" I asked him, smiling coyly.

"Not in the least," he murmured in my ear. "Excited?"

I nodded at him and slid my hand under the table and onto his thigh. God, just touching him made my pussy wet, just sitting near him, just breathing the same air as him. He took my hand and slid it higher, to the crotch of his jeans, and rubbed my open palm against his hard cock. His eyes closed for a second as I squeezed his dick gently through his pants. I snuggled closer to him and whispered, "I can't wait to have you inside me again, baby." I can hardly be in public with him these days, I can hardly stand to have any clothes on when we're in the same room. But we'd left the comfort of our hotel room about a half an hour before so we could meet our guest in the bar.

I was nervous, and I knew he could tell. His eyes kept searching mine as I swallowed more of the spicy red wine. He looked so sexy sitting there with his glass dangling from his fingers - his smile so sure, his eyes so deep and dark, his arm around me so strong and warm. I kissed him slowly on the mouth while we waited for her, remembering the hours leading up to this moment. I remembered seeing him in the lobby checking in earlier that day. I remembered how his eyes wandered up and down my body as I stood in the doorway, how they were just drinking me in, lingering on my legs in the miniskirt, on my tits in the tight little sweater, on my brown eyes as I gazed back at him. I smiled, and I went to him.

I always come to him, no matter who is visiting whom. I always find myself running across the street in traffic, or flinging my arms around him like a teenager, when we first see each other after these long absences. I completely lose my cool around him, and he knows it. So when I saw him in the lobby earlier that day, I ran straight to him and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him eagerly on the ear and pressing my body against his.

He took me back to the room and fucked me so passionately, he always does. The door barely closing behind us, he was already clawing at my clothes, pulling at my hair, and kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. As we sat pressed together in the booth, I couldn't help but remember how he'd stripped me down to my lacy panties only hours before, how he pushed me to the ground and fed me his cock, how he choked me with it and made me gasp for enough breath to beg him to fuck me.

I took another sip of my wine and rested my head on his shoulder, then kissed him on the neck and the cheek, inhaling deeply. I love his smell, but this time when I inhaled I caught my own scent on his skin. My cunt - on his face, his lips, his chin. I moaned softly when I smelled my pussy on him, remembering how I straddled his face on that bed, how I rode his mouth and then spilled my cum down his throat. I pressed my lips against his ear and told him, "You know, I can feel your cum leaking into my panties, baby..."

His eyes trailed down my sweater to my skirt, as if he could see his cum dripping out of my pussy. "Fucking whore."

"Your whore," I answered back, wriggling against him as if I could get any closer. I looked around the bar for signs of her, but caught the bartender's eye instead. He raised an eyebrow when I met his gaze, shook his head and smiled. This always happens with Rick and me. We make a spectacle of ourselves wherever we go.

"Why don't I get some more wine," he said, noticing that I'd finished my glass. I was a bit more nervous than I wanted to let on, but he smiled at me knowingly when he saw my empty glass. "You be a good little slut while I'm gone."

I was feeling a bit warm and tingly, maybe from the wine, probably from him, when she walked through the door. I recognized her immediately from her photographs, and she smiled when she saw me sitting all alone in the darkened booth. She loosened her coat as she walked toward me, letting it fall off her shoulders to reveal her luscious tits and the pale creamy skin of her neck. I could practically hear my heartbeat and I felt my stomach drop a bit. She was even sexier in person than in her photographs. I got lost in the sway of her hips as she made her way toward me, her long tousled hair and deep hazel eyes, and such a pretty little mouth that smiled warmly at me. I couldn't help but imagine her sweet lips wrapped around Rick's cock as she approached my table.

"Joanna, hi," she breathed a bit nervously, smiling and biting her lip. "Can I... sit next to you?"

I smiled back and nodded. I doubted that Rick would mind that she took his seat beside me. I gestured for her to sit. "You look..." my voice trailed as I struggled for the right adjective. I blushed. "God, I'm a little nervous, I guess. But you look, well, stunning actually."

She grinned at me and leaned in to kiss my cheek. Her lips were soft as they pressed into my skin. I always forget how soft girls are. It had been such a long time. She inhaled deeply and kissed me again near my ear, murmuring, "God, you smell like sex already."

I nodded and grinned, my eyes lingering on hers. "He just fucked me," I confessed in a low, excited voice. "I was just telling him that I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy right now." I wriggled in the booth and recrossed my legs, just to feel the wetness in my panties rubbing against my cunt. She looked down and slipped her hand on my bare leg almost instantly. "I want to know what that tastes like," she said. I put my hand on top of hers and slid it higher on my thigh. "You will," I whispered in her ear. 

Her hair smelled so good, it brushed against my face as I lingered near her neck, kissing her softly there, and again at her throat. By the time I got to her mouth I was overheating, I was lost in her smell and the heat coming off her. I kissed her softly at first, a little hesitantly, until I felt her lips open to me and her tongue meet mine. God she was so warm, so soft, I pulled her close by the waist and kissed her more ardently than before, slow but hard, searching her mouth with my tongue. I felt her moan against my lips and suddenly I could hardly handle being in public with her, even though we were in a secluded corner and out of most people's line of vision. Suddenly I needed to just crush her with my mouth. I needed to be naked with her, I needed to know if she was soft everywhere, if her cunt was as warm and wet and sweet as her mouth was. I laced my fingers in her hair and pulled gently as I pressed my tits against hers. She was so good, this was exactly what I wanted it to be like. I don't think either of us noticed that Rick had been standing at the table watching us with the wine in his hands until he took a seat across from us and jolted us from our kiss.

He was grinning when he slid the full wine glasses across the table towards us, his foot playing with mine under the table. "Well hello Melanie," he said in his easy manner, smiling and openly leering at her, his eyes lingering on the top button of her shirt as it strained to contain her tits.

"Rick," she blushed. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away I guess! Thank you for the wine."

We each took our glasses and let them clink together before taking a slow sip.

"So I see you girls have exchanged pleasantries already," Rick joked. "You know, I think you nearly gave the bartender a heart attack -- not that I blame him," he said in a lower voice. "You looked very tasty just then, when you were kissing. Of course, I didn't get a very good look all the way at the bar..."

I smiled and turned to her again. "Kiss me," I said, reaching around her neck and pulling her close. She leaned in, this time more insistently, and pressed her lips to mine. They were wet, and they slid over mine so easily. I sucked on her bottom lip and bit her lightly, and she purred in response, drawing me in deeper, opening her mouth and letting my tongue invade her. I heard Rick moan softly. "Oh god, you're such naughty little sluts. You're making my cock hard..."

I groaned and kissed her harder, my hands tangled in her hair and pulling harder now, making her wince and cry out into my mouth. I wanted to get him so hot like this, I wanted his cock to throb with it, I wanted him to force us out of the bar and use us like little whores for his pleasure. I broke the kiss and turned to him. His eyes were sort of glazed over, he had an expression of pure lust, like he could just eat us whole. 

"I need to get out of here baby," I panted. "Forget the wine. Let's go to the room, please?"

He nodded and so did she. She was breathing heavily and it was driving me crazy, watching her tits rise and fall. That button on her blouse looked like it would just pop right off. We stood up and Rick slipped between us girls, his arms slung around our waists as we walked to the elevator. I turned around and noticed the bartender watching us walk out, and I couldn't help but smile at him a bit coyly. This was exactly it, this was what I'd been hoping for, and she was just lovely. I'd been fantasizing about watching Rick with another girl, and I so wanted to play with a woman myself. It had been so long, and he knew that I'd never really had a woman the way I wanted. He knew I wanted to take my time with her, to explore her mouth and her skin and her cunt. I wanted him to tell me what to do, to teach me how to pleasure her. And I knew that he would. He would tell me right in my ear while I knelt between her thighs, he would tell me how to spread her pussy with my fingers and fuck her with my mouth.

When the elevator doors closed in front of us, I kissed Rick's neck and ear, whispering softly, "I love you baby... thank you..."

Melanie started nibbling on his other ear, both of us kissing along his jaw line and his neck, pressing our full tits against his chest, making our way to his mouth where our lips all met, where we each kissed the corners of his mouth before finding each other's. Rick's hands slid down our hips, cupping our asses, pulling us closer to him and each other. I wanted to just melt, to just let him handle us, maneuver us any way, every way, and I knew Melanie did too.

When we opened the door to our room, Melanie giggled at the condition we'd left it in. The sheets were crumpled on the bed and there were sex toys flung all around. There was my little vibrator on the nightstand and next to it, my feeldoe. "What's that?" Melanie asked, pointing at it.

"It's a toy I use on Rick," I explained, picking it up and showing it to her. "It looks like a regular dildo, but really it's kind of like a strap-on. This part goes inside my pussy," I smiled, pointing at the bulbous end of the toy. "I can feel it rubbing my clit while I fuck his ass."

Her eyes widened as she held the toy in her hands, and she brought it between her legs to see what she would look like with a dick. She moved to the mirror by the desk and turned to the side, admiring how it pointed out. "I've never worn a strap-on before," she confessed. "But I think maybe I'd like to try one."

Rick and I exchanged a knowing smile. This was going to be very fun. He knew I wanted to watch her fuck his ass with that toy later. He moved closer to Melanie and kissed her deeply, brushing her hair from her face. Then he whispered, "I want you to undress Joanna for me, slut. I want to see you both get naked while I stroke my dick."

He turned the desk chair around to face the bed as we sat on its edge. My mouth watered when I saw him unzip his jeans and free his thick hard cock. I think Melanie's must've too, because she leaned in close to me and said, "I wonder if it still tastes like your pussy," right before she pulled my sweater over my head and exposed my tits.

I kissed her soft lovely mouth, fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. I loved how each button I undid revealed more and more of her pale skin, her soft tits, her luscious curves. She wore a pink satin bra under her shirt, and I started slowly rubbing her tits through the fabric. She covered my hands with hers, showing me how to squeeze her tits more roughly, and I felt her nipples harden against my palms. I reached over and undid her bra and she did the same to me, exposing our tits to each other and to him.

She looked so fucking sexy sitting there in nothing but a skirt and panties. She had small pink nipples at the tips of her creamy full breasts and she arched into my hands so I could feel their weight. I kissed her throat and her collarbone, licking and dragging my teeth along her pale skin, still kneading the flesh of her tits in my hands. I pushed her back on the bed, pinning her wrists to the mattress, and started licking in circles around her tits, underneath them, lapping closer and closer to her tight little nipple until I caught it in my mouth and sucked hard. She groaned and arched into my open lips, so I sucked harder, taking more of her tit into my mouth, flicking the tip of her nipple with my tongue.

"Oh God," I heard Rick moan from his chair. "Use your teeth babydoll... make it hurt..."

I gently rolled her nipple between my teeth, and Melanie whimpered underneath me. I was getting so hot, I tightened my grip on her wrists and sucked her nipple harder until she cried out. She caught her breath and looked down at me. "More, please," she panted. "Please..."

I groaned and took her other nipple in my mouth, moving back and forth between her tits, her little wrists still caught in my grasp, her back arched and her head thrown back on the mattress, moaning and whimpering as I feasted on her lovely tits. Finally she broke free from my grip and kissed me hard on the mouth, pressing the pale flesh of her tits against mine, her hard wet nipples rubbing mine and making me moan.

Rick got to his knees at the foot of the bed and slid his hands up our skirts. He groaned when he felt how I'd soaked through the lace of my panties. He pulled Melanie's skirt up, rubbing her cunt hard through her pink satin panties. "Mmmm," he smiled. "You're so wet, Melanie. Such a naughty little whore... I bet you want to taste Joanna's cunt, don't you."

She nodded her head in response.

"I want you to taste her on my cock first," Rick said, standing up so his dick was in line with Melanie's pretty mouth. She licked her lips and pulled him closer to her, looking up at him with those sweet hazel eyes. She rubbed her mouth along the tip and then opened her lips to suck him inside. She moaned as he slid his length into her mouth.

"Mmm, do you taste her cunt on me, Melanie?"

She looked up at him and nodded her head as she sucked him deeper. He put his hands in her hair and held her in place, slowly fucking her mouth in long deep thrusts. He looked over at me, his eyes locking onto mine, and gave me a sexy smile, pushing his cock as deep as it would go inside her throat. She started to choke and her eyes welled up, but she took it like a good slut.

"You're such a good little cocksucker, Melanie... Take my dick baby, take it..." He pushed harder and faster, fucking her face now, just using her pretty little mouth to get himself off. His cock was very hard now, I could tell every time he pulled out of her. I started to rub my wet cunt through my panties as I watched. She looked so good choking on his cock, taking it like a little bitch, her sweet lips wrapped around that thick shiny shaft as his balls slapped her chin. I couldn't take my eyes off them. 

Rick pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath when he released his grip on her. "I want to fuck your cunt now, whore," he growled at her, throwing her back on the bed, pushing her panties roughly to the side. He looked up at me. "Babydoll, why don't you feed Melanie your sweet pussy while I fuck hers?"

I smiled and nodded obediently, hiking my skirt up as I positioned myself on the bed over her. I was facing Rick as I lowered my pussy onto her waiting mouth. At first she licked at my wet panties like a cat -- with long, hard licks -- then rubbed her tongue through the lace right at my clit. Her mouth was so warm, I started to groan and then grind myself on her face. I played with her nipples and closed my eyes, letting myself revel in the warm sensation of her breath on my panties, her tongue wriggling through the lace. When my eyes opened I saw Rick rubbing the tip of his cock along her pussy, his eyes on me. I watched his face as he slid inside her, violating her hot little cunt for the first time. She groaned into my mouth.

"Oh fuck she's so tight baby," he moaned as he buried his cock inside her, lost in pleasure. "Oh what a hot little cunt you have, Melanie..." He started to thrust, hard strokes, making her shudder underneath me. I looked over at the lustful smile on his face and I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss him with Melanie underneath us. I pulled him close and sucked his mouth into mine. He moaned into my mouth and kissed me deeply while he thrust into Melanie, short, hard strokes, his balls smacking her ass. 

Melanie pushed my panties to the side and tongued my cunt hard and deep. I wondered if she could taste Rick's cum from our last fuck as she ate my pussy. I was juicing all over her face, getting so hot from watching this, from feeling her underneath me, from her sighs and moans buzzing against my pussy. I broke my kiss with Rick and turned my attentions to Melanie's sweet cunt. I watched Rick pump her full of dick and reached over to rub her hard little clit with my fingers. She gasped under my pussy, and started sucking on my clit. I looked up at Rick. "Baby, god, she's sucking my clit, she's such a hot little slut!"

"Mmmm I think you should return the favor babydoll."

I was so close to cumming, I could feel it bubbling up inside me, I could feel my cunt just leaking obscenely all over her face as she sucked my clit hard between her lips. I leaned over and started licking her pussy as Rick fucked it, trying to flick my tongue against her clit while he pounded her deep and hard. I licked his cock where it entered her and then sucked on her clit as best I could. I was getting so hot from this, I'd never done anything like it before, never tasted a man while he was fucking someone else, never felt cunt and cock on my lips in the same moment. Soon I felt her shuddering and writhing underneath me as I kept on and then she just moaned into my cunt, her pussy clenching on Rick's dick, milking him, cumming all over his shaft and my mouth.

I wasn't far behind. I sat up and ground my pussy hard against her face, rubbing my aching clit against her chin. She held me by the waist and pulled me down on her mouth, sucking my pussy lips inside, making me cry out. "Oh god, baby, now!" Rick pulled out of Melanie and stroked his wet cock hard, watching me moan and writhe on her face, soaking her mouth in my cum. I heard him groan, "Oh fuck, fuck," and then he shot a hot jet of cum onto Melanie's tits.

I love his cum, I worship it, I love how forcefully it shoots from his cock, how much of it he has to give me. As soon as the first stream of jizz hit Melanie's luscious body I scooped some into my mouth with my finger. He kept cumming, soaking her stomach and her mound, his last few spurts coating her pussy in his cream. I leaned over her and kissed her neck, tasting some of his cum that had pooled in the hollow of her throat.




Our Date with Melanie



"Kiss me," I heard her murmur, looking up at me with lust in her eyes. I lowered my mouth onto hers and opened my lips, feeling her suck his cum into her mouth. We kissed like that for a while, his cum filling our mouths, making our lips slippery as they rubbed together.

She felt so soft and inviting, I couldn't help but climb on top of her sweet body and feel her pressed underneath me. I pulled off what was left of our clothes and kissed her hard, our tits and stomachs sliding together, slippery from his cum. Soon my thigh was nestled between her legs and she was grinding her cunt on me. Her pussy was smooth like mine, and I could feel the mixture of their cream leaking all over my leg. I started grinding against her hip, losing myself in her deep kisses. 

I wanted to feel her pussy against mine, I wanted to feel that velvety wet smoothness rubbing me, so I flipped over and slung my leg over hers, pulling her against me. 

"Oh fuck Joanna, yes, grind your cunt on me," she moaned. 

God I was so hungry for this, I'd never done this with a woman before, and I cried out when I first felt her naked pussy sliding against mine. I started rolling my hips and immediately I felt her wetness spreading all over me like hot butter. I ground against her hard, both of us groaning and working ourselves off against each other, feeling Rick's cum coating our pussies. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room, and soon Rick climbed over us and started eating us as we pressed our cunts together. His mouth felt so good on me... I could feel his tongue wriggling against my clit, moving from me to Melanie, and then his hands on us, placing our bodies so that our clits rested against each other. I cried out when I felt her hard little nub sliding over mine.

When our moans subsided, I felt Rick stroke my hair gently. "Come here, babydoll," he whispered softly. "Come see how pretty Melanie's pussy is."

He guided me to the floor at the foot of the bed and we both pulled Melanie to the very edge of the mattress, her legs open to us. We knelt between her lovely thighs and Rick stroked her pussy lips gently, spreading the mixture of our cum to her clit. I rested my head on his shoulder, watching him play with her cunt so skillfully. Her hips started to grind a bit, arching into his touch, and soon she was rubbing her nipples, spreading his cum along her tits.

"Let me see you taste her," he murmured into my ear, pulling me in front of him so that I was kneeling right between her open thighs. Her pussy was glistening with our juices, and she looked so inviting. There was a drop of cum leaking from her cunt down to her tight little asshole, so I leaned in and gently licked it. She shuddered as I licked her softly, her puckered ass, her inner thighs, her mound. I felt her hands in my hair pulling me deeper into her pussy, and then Rick's mouth hot against my ear. "Lick her cunt clean for me, baby. Tell me if you can taste my cum there..."

I felt his hands behind me caressing my shoulders and the back of my neck, his mouth there too, kissing my ear, urging me on. I leaned forward and carefully traced the folds of her pussy with my tongue, exploring her lips, her clit, her pussyhole. Soon my mouth was filled with the taste of their sex. I love the taste of his cum, I know it so well, and I crave it. I started licking her more hungrily, her pussy so warm on my face, so deliciously wet. I felt her clit hardening against my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She gasped. "Oh god, again, Joanna, again..."

Rick pulled my hair back and whispered in my ear, "Keep tonguing her clit baby, and fuck her with your fingers... stretch that tight little pussy..."

His fingers slipped between my legs from behind, drawing the opening of my cunt. "Oh you're so fucking wet babydoll, you're such a naughty little whore..."

I slipped my fingers into Melanie like he was doing to me, two fingers very deep, still rubbing her clit with the tip of my tongue hard and fast. I curled my fingers against her g-spot and sucked her clit into my mouth as hard as I could. She gasped under me and started whimpering, "oh fuck, god, don't stop, Joanna..."

She felt so good against my face, her cunt so hot and velvety smooth along my mouth. I buried my face deep between her legs and fucked her hard with my fingers, sucked her mercilessly into my mouth until she bucked and cried out. Rick was fingering me roughly with one hand, pulling on my hair with the other, his mouth on my ear, saying over and over, "Make her cum, whore, make her cum... I want to watch you take her pussy cream all over your little slut face..."

I groaned against her cunt and she ground her hips all over my mouth, spilling her sweet girl cum onto my face. She thrashed against my fingers and moaned, and I just pushed my face deeper and sucked, licked, twisted my fingers inside. 

Slowly she began to settle down, catching her breath, the muscles of her cunt loosening their hold on my fingers. I slid out of her and turned to face Rick, my face wet with her pussy juice, and he kissed me hungrily, licking her cream from my lips, sucking on my tongue. 

Kissing him is so blissful, I lose myself in his mouth all the time and it was happening again as we knelt on the floor, Melanie still gathering herself on the bed. He pulled me in by my waist until I was sitting in his lap, straddling his cock. I rolled my hips and felt his hardness against my pussy, his chest against my naked tits, his arms pulling me impossibly close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him more deeply, forgetting where we were, forgetting everything but him. Suddenly I heard Melanie behind me say, "I want to watch you two fuck."

We broke our kiss and looked deeply into each other's eyes. He lifted me up, laid me down on the bed beside Melanie, and edged between my legs. He took my ankles in his hands and kissed each one softly before he placed them on his shoulders. I love when he fucks me this way, bending my legs back and pounding me so deeply that I scream and cry out. I looked up at him and admired him just as he was right then, rubbing the tip of his cock against my wet swollen pussy, the look of pleasure on his face as he felt my hot juices coating him. I love how he draws out those moments just before until I absolutely ache for the full length of him.

I cried out when he sunk into me, I could feel his shaft stretching me, sliding deeper and deeper until his balls were resting against my ass. He leaned in and kissed me deeply the way he does right before he starts to just pound my cunt. He slid out almost all the way and then back in hard. God his dick felt so good, I love how he fills me with it, how he thrusts into me impossibly hard, how he makes me completely lose control of myself. I started grunting as he pumped me full of cock, fucking back against him, clenching my pussy around his dick.

"God, yes..." I heard Melanie moan, working her pussy with her fingers. "Fuck her hard..."

He was, he was fucking me harder than I could handle. I was about to cum any moment, I knew he could tell from my face. I was wincing in pain underneath him, his cock probing so deep, stretching me so wide, and soon enough I felt it come and just screamed. He was slamming his whole body against me as I soaked his dick in my pussy cream. He pounded me mercilessly until I couldn't take it, until I had to just flip him onto his back and pin his wrists to the pillow, his dick still buried inside me.

He looked so sexy laying there helpless beneath me, I couldn't help but squeeze my cunt against his shaft and grind my hips into him, enjoying my moment on top. I started riding him slowly, looking over at Melanie as she took the feeldoe in her hand and brought it to her cunt. "God I need to fuck myself while I watch this," she breathed, bringing the tip of the cock to her pussy and slowly sinking it deep inside.

Rick kept looking from her to me and back again, watching as his two young sluts filled themselves with cock. I leaned over and whispered his ear, "You know I'm using your cock just like she's using that dildo baby. Just using you like a little fuck toy, getting myself off on your dick. And you like that, don't you baby?"

He nodded, looking in my eyes and groaning as I clenched down on his cock again. I tightened my hold on his wrists and started fucking him harder, my whole weight against him every time I sat on his cock. Melanie was fucking herself hard too, sinking the dildo inside her, soaking it with her pussy cream. I looked at her and smiled.

"Melanie, why don't you try it on? You'd look so sexy with a nice hard cock..."

She blushed and bit her lip, looking down at the shiny wet toy. Slowly but surely she turned it around and rubbed the bulbous end against her cunt. "Oh god, this side is a lot thicker," she gasped.

"I know... it hurts at first but you'll like it," I assured her. Rick's eyes were fixed on her pussy lips as they rubbed against the thick end of the toy. She closed her eyes tight and slowly worked it inside her, moaning as it entered her and finally fit into place. She opened her eyes and removed her hands, her mouth gaping open. It jutted out just like a cock, and she did look hot in it. I remembered my first time fitting that toy into my cunt, I remember feeling the weight of a dick coming from my body. It was amazing, holding it in my hand, jacking it off, feeding it to Rick. I knew it would be the same for her.

I was grinding my pussy on him hard and slow, both of us watching her with her toy. She crawled to him, bringing her cock to his mouth, and smiled. "Suck," she said, her fingers playing with the pussy cream she'd spilled on the shaft. She rubbed the tip against his mouth until he opened his lips for her and let it slide inside his mouth. "Do you like sucking cock, Rick?" she asked innocently.

He moaned on her dick and nodded his head, their eyes locked together.

"Do you taste my pussy on it?"

He nodded again, closing his eyes to savor the taste as she slid it deeper into his mouth. Slowly she started to pull out and then slide back inside again, learning how to use her dick. I started riding him again slowly, matching her rhythm, making sure to rub my clit against him every time I sunk down. God it gets me hot to watch him take a dick. It's almost embarrassing how wet it makes me.

Melanie looked so sexy on her knees, holding onto the headboard, her tits dangling down and her cock disappearing into Rick's mouth. I was rolling my hips and working myself off, his cock stretching me, filling me. "God, god you look like such a cockhungry little whore," I panted. "Take it deep in your throat, baby. Make him take it, Melanie..."

She started fucking his face more urgently and I could hear him choking and gasping for air as she got herself hotter and hotter, losing herself in the pleasure of having a dick. I knew it, exactly how it feels to discover that pleasure and the power that comes with it, and it excited me terribly to watch her. "Melanie," I panted, "he loves to take it up the ass... I want to watch you fuck him like that."

She looked up at me with wide eyes and withdrew from his mouth. "God, I want to," she confessed. "Will you show me how?"

I smiled and nodded, lifting myself off Rick's cock and moving between his open legs. "Let me see your little boycunt," I said to him, trying to contain my excitement and regain my composure as best I could. He pulled his legs up to his chest, and I motioned for Melanie to come look at him. She was still rubbing her toy against her clit, still reveling in the sensation of having a dick between her legs. I knelt down and sucked on his balls slowly, gently, whispering to her between licks, "I love rimming his tight little ass and I'm going to get him ready for you, Melanie."

Rick moaned when I started to tease his ass with my tongue. I licked in little circles around his puckered hole, wetting him, teasing that sensitive spot behind his balls until he started to squirm. Melanie wrapped her mouth around his hard cock, still wet from my pussy, and sucked the tip of it hard. I moved to the base and soon we were both sliding our mouths up and down his dick, kissing each other with his cock between our lips. I moved lower down and started lightly flicking my tongue against his asshole, then harder, more deliberate licks, circling his hole closer and closer until finally I poised the tip of my tongue at the opening, wriggling it inside. I heard him moan, "Oh fuck yes baby, eat my cunt, eat me baby, lick my pussy like you did to her."

I spread his cheeks wider and sunk my tongue in deeper, fucking him lustfully with my mouth, opening his ass with my tongue. Melanie poured some lube on my finger, and I slowly slid it inside. I love fingering his tight ass, I love feeling him open up to me and take me like a whore. Soon he could take another finger and I knew he was ready. I moved to the side and positioned Melanie between his legs, lubing her cock and his ass so they were slick with it. She started easing the tip inside.

At first I was content to just watch her as she teased his hole, but soon I had to have him too. I crawled to where his head was resting on the pillows and straddled his face so I could hold his legs back and watch her fuck him. She slowly sunk her cock inside him, opening him inch by inch until at last he was full of her dick.

"Oh my god Rick, she's buried in your pussy all the way, you fucking slut," I moaned. I lowered myself onto his mouth and ground my cunt all over his mouth. Melanie took her time, holding her cock inside him till he adjusted and then began to thrust gently. I couldn't believe how well he was taking her, how deeply she was fucking him. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, sucking him all the way into my throat. Rick groaned and pulled my cunt down over his face completely, burying himself in my mound, and I started sucking his dick as hard as she fucked his ass.

The three of us were lost in pleasure, lost in the rhythms of our fucking. I could feel Rick's cock tightening in my mouth and I knew he was about to cum. I wanted it so bad, I wanted it all the way in my belly, and I sucked as hard and fast as I could, milking his cock with my mouth. Melanie started moaning and crying out, the toy rubbing her clit again and again, fucking Rick hard, as hard as I think she was capable of, as she lost herself in orgasm. Soon we joined her, cumming hard as we sucked each other off, my nails digging into his sides, his hands grabbing at my hips, his cock throbbing and twitching in my throat, feeding me the hot cum I was so hungry for. Afterwards I just collapsed onto him, exhausted and full of cum, full of pleasure, full of him.

***

Melanie kissed us each goodbye, slipping her wet panties into Rick's hand as she gathered the rest of her things. I helped her fasten her bra and button her blouse, even though I hated putting her back together. She looked so delicious all undone.

"I wish I could stay and play with you two, but I have to catch the train," she said longingly. "Will you take some pictures for me after I'm gone?"

Rick smiled and nodded. "Look for some in your mailbox tomorrow morning," he assured her. "There'll be plenty waiting for you." 

He kissed her mouth and then I did the same, whispering in her ear, "Thank you, Melanie! We need to do this again sometime soon."

"You can count on it," she smiled, letting herself out of the room while we watched her go. The door fastened shut and I turned to Rick, who was smiling radiantly.

I laughed and turned off the lights, snuggling next to him in bed. He kissed my neck and my shoulder, my mouth, brushing my hair from my face. I knew, the way lovers sometimes do, just what he was thinking as we drifted off to sleep. Recounting our day together, our night with Melanie, we were both already dreaming of the next morning, of how we would wake each other, how we would start again.



Our Daughter's Friend



When we heard the shouting begin from outside at the pool, my wife and I looked at each other, and I rolled my eyes. Things had been so peaceful and fun between our daughter and her friend up to then, but being girls, we knew the trouble from last summer could resurface quickly; girls, even girls who are friends, never forget when they've been wronged, and our daughter Rosie was no exception. When the raised voices started cursing and shrieking, and it was mostly Rosie, we headed outside to split the girls up and try to stop the ruckus. I took Rosie downstairs to the den, and Monica took Desiree up to the bedroom, as far apart as we could get them and still be inside the house. 

It was late afternoon and the girls had been hanging out by the pool, trading stories of school and friends and getting along fine, as they had since Desiree had arrived on Wednesday. It was Saturday, and Monica and I had hoped that we'd have some peace and quiet for the weekend; maybe the girls would go out and leave us alone. In the back of my mind that hope still existed, but only faintly now, as the shrieking insults had warned, and my daughter's tears reinforced.

Rosie and Desiree had met in college their first year, and had been roommates for the last two years. They, along with one or two other girls, had been close friends, almost inseparable for those two years. Last summer three of them had arranged a six-week cross country trip, but it had fallen apart after only 4 weeks. The trouble started when the third girl had to go back home after 2 weeks on the road due to a family illness, leaving Desiree and Rosie to travel together alone for the next four. A week and a half later Rosie called the house in tears, begging my wife to fly her home, and she was home two days later. 

She wouldn't tell me what happened, but she told some of the story to Monica, who told me. Desiree, it seems, had a slightly more liberal view towards sexual relations than our daughter did, and had managed to meet school friends, guy school friends, in almost every city they stopped in. This hadn't been an issue for the first two weeks while the other girl was still with them, because Rosie hung with the Sara while Desiree executed her 'hook-ups', as she called them. 

But once Sara returned home the situation was impossible to overlook. Rosie was the third wheel, and Des didn't seem inclined to forfeit her boy hunts. Several times in the week and a half she had left Rosie alone in a club or bar to find her way home by herself. We had always warned Rosie never to leave her friends alone. The capper was the night she brought a boy back to her room, and wanted to have sex with him in front of Rosie! 

Now, Monica and I have been around the block, but we've never heard of such a thing. We know that college kids can get up to some antics, and we had heard that some girls went a little wild in college, but when Monica related the story Rosie told her, we just looked at each other in astonishment. We'd met Desiree when we brought Rosie to school for her second year; she was a boisterous take-charge type, but not obnoxious about it. She expressed her thoughts without being overpowering, was attractive and had a kind of magnetism that drew others to her; a natural leader. Monica seemed quiet around her, but talked about her much of the way home, and we'd seen her several times since: Rosie had talked about her and Sara all the time, but we never heard anything like that! She seemed like a regular girl, just a fun-loving happy kid. 

Rosie, to her credit, stood her ground, but there was a huge fight, and she came home. She stayed pissed off for weeks, but as the new school year approached things seemed to settle down. Knowing she would have to live with Desiree for the school year, and time apart, helped heal the wounds and close the rift, and they were talking again before the semester began. There were no repeat events during the school year, and as the year ended Rosie invited her to come visit us over the summer at or house. 

But, as I said, girls are girls, and while I had no idea what had started this argument, it seemed to be as heated as the one that had brought Rosie home from her trip in tears. I settled her on the couch, grateful that Monica had taken Desiree, because I knew that if the subject matter was similar, Rosie would have a difficult time discussing it with me, but I certainly preferred that to having to listen to her friend tell me her side! 

Rosie was still steaming, but not saying anything. I allowed her to try to calm down, without offering anything, until I saw she wasn't getting any less furious. 

"Rosie," I began, "I know you're upset right now, but try to remember that Desiree is your friend." Rosie turned her face away from me, not meeting my eyes. "I'm sure that whatever happened seems terrible, but try and take a few deep breaths." I waited, but she didn't react. "I don't want to push," I began, "but maybe it would help if you tell me what happened."

She turned to face me, briefly, then looked past me, unable to hold my eyes. "No way, Dad," she said without hesitation, "No way. I can't."

"Rosie, is it like what happened when you were away? Your mother told me some of what happened-"

"Dad." She cut me off mid-sentence. "I can't tell you, okay? I can't. You don't understand. You don't know what she's like." Her words were stern, inviting no discussion. 

"But she's your friend, honey," I tried to reason, "sometimes friends disagree."

She stood, now looking down at me, meeting my eyes. "You don't know," she said, "you can't understand, you don't know what she's like. Where is she? Is she with Mom?" She turned then, and began to pace. I watched her, waiting for more information, thinking the pacing might open her up. "Is she with Mom?" she asked again. "What are they doing?"

"I imagine they're talking, or trying to, like we are," I said. "Why don't you just sit, and tell me what happened?"

"Dad," she pleaded insistently, "I can't. I can't tell you. I- I'm so angry, I want to tell you, but I can't. She's- she's so." she stalled, then sat down heavily. "You don't know how she is." She looked around the room, eyes darting nervously, then looked at me. "Is she with Mom?"

"Yes, upstairs, I think. In the bedroom"

She stood again, launching herself from the sofa. "Oh, shit, you don't understand, Dad, you don't know. I can't tell you, it's -- it's --" she stalled again, facing me. "Make sure Mom is okay. I gotta go, I gotta leave. I'm going to Amanda's house." She turned and headed for the door. "Make sure Mom is okay; I gotta go, I gotta..."

And with a whirl she was gone. I sat, listening to the door close, and hearing her car start, wondering. Make sure Mom is okay? What, is Desiree a dangerous killer? That sweet little girl who had been hanging out with my daughter, who LIVES with my daughter and Sara at school? She's just a kid, I reasoned, she can't be more than a hundred and ten pounds, similar build to Rosie, but with dark straight hair. She was friendly, open and relaxed around us, and had taken to calling us Monica and Roy from the beginning. We had always been at ease around her, and she seemed, other than the unnerving tale of her sexual exploits last summer, a perfectly normal college student. 

I assumed than that the argument had stemmed from a similar subject, and that Desiree might have suggested or done something that angered or frightened Rosie, something that abraded her sensibilities, made her nervous, or afraid. Monica and I knew that Rosie knew about sex, and we suspected that she had been active with at least one of her boyfriends; she wasn't sheltered, and while she was clearly uncomfortable discussing sexual topics with me, she often discussed them with my wife, who told me the parts she felt I needed to know. I assured myself that Monica could handle whatever Desiree might say, and resigned myself to hearing about it later. 

I got up, and went outside, and sat on one of the lounge chairs to enjoy the remains of the setting sun. At some point, I knew, Monica would come out, likely without Des, and tell me enough that I would understand what had happened. And eventually Rosie would return, after venting her spleen to her friend Amanda, and she would come back. Things would be tense between her and Desiree, and they would either cool off and make up, or Des would pack up and return home, and they would cool off apart from each other. I sat back and relaxed, and waited. 

And waited.

After about forty-five minutes I figured that was enough waiting. If there was something to say it had likely already been said, and if Monica was in there holding Des's hand while she cried, well, then there needed to be an end to that, and Monica wouldn't end it; she would feel bad and be too considerate to shut the girl down, I thought. She'd want me to interrupt, and create a stopping point. So I headed back into the house and made my way upstairs to the bedroom. 

When I got there the door was open about halfway, and I was careful as I approached in case they were having a girl talk; I didn't want to disturb them, so I peered around the door. Desiree was sitting on the far side of the bed, her back facing me, leaning back on her hands. I didn't see Monica, so I listened to try to get a feel for the conversation before barging in. 

"Yeah," Desiree said quietly, and I thought she might be agreeing with some good advice Monica had given her. "Yeah," she repeated, "oh, yeah, like that."

I peered a little further around the corner, to see where my wife was, but didn't see her. But looking at the situation it didn't seem like there was a sensitive discussion going on, so I eased myself into the room and knocked lightly on the door. "Hey, you two," I said, stepping inside, "everything okay?"

Monica turned to look at me over her shoulder. "Oh, hey Roy," she said with just a hint of cunning, "come on in." I stepped fully into the room, looking for my wife, and not seeing her. "Monica is busy," she quipped. I was confused. Had Monica left? Then who was Desiree talking to? "You must really enjoy her," she added with sincerity, "she's so obedient, so willing." She lifted an arm, and leaning on only her left one, moved the free arm in front of her. "Don't stop," she said, "I didn't tell you to stop. There. That's good, Monica, very good. Just like that." I moved toward the foot of the bed, and froze to the spot as my vision cleared Desiree's body. She was naked from the waist down, and my wife had her face between the young girl's legs. Des used her free hand to stroke Monica's hair, petting her like a dog. 

I felt myself swoon, and my breath caught as panic and rage flooded me; my chest tightened and blood pounded in my head. I couldn't move, couldn't speak; I just stared at the top of my wife's head, buried in the pussy of our daughter's friend. I heard a sound, a muffled cry, and Des wrapped her fingers in Monica's hair and pulled her face up. 

My wife was crying as she looked up at me, tears running down her face, her expression filled with fear, and shame and self-loathing. "Oh, Roy, I..." she whimpered.

"Monica!" I shouted, finally finding my voice, "What are you doing? What the fuck is... What the fuck is going on here?!" I took a step closer, but was stopped by Desiree's upraised hand.

"Hold it there, Roy." For some reason I did, frozen again, and watched as Desiree put her hand back to my wife's head. "Come on, baby," she said softly, "get back to my pussy." I stared at my wife's face.

"I'm sorry, Roy," she sobbed, "I- I couldn't..." Her face was desperate and pleading, but with a hint of something else. Resignation? Surrender? "I'm sorry," she repeated. And as I watched, Desiree moved her hand back behind herself, adjusting her weight, and I watched my wife's mouth open, her tongue slip out tenderly, and she moved her head, unbidden, to orally pleasure this young girl's vagina. I saw Monica's eyes close, and her expression change from fear and shame to satisfaction and wonder. Desiree sighed, and then looked up at me with a look of sly satisfaction, almost gloating. 

"You didn't know, did you, Roy?" My mouth opened, but no words came out as I watched my wife licking a college girl's pussy, which was, I noticed now, shaved completely bare. Despite my anger and horror, I felt a stirring in my pants. My eyes darted from my wife to Desiree and back again several times as unintelligible grunts come out of me. "Really? You had no idea that your sweet little Monica was a submissive?" Desiree grinned at me, victorious and pleased. "It's hard to believe. I knew the first time I met her; I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at me, the way she deferred to me." She lowered herself to her elbows, and lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, exposing more of herself, and allowing me to see my wife's tongue licking between her wet, shaved lips with adoration and devotion. 

"Did you know she liked pussy, Roy?" Desiree teased, and then her voice changed, and she sounded astonished. "Or is this her first?" She looked down at my wife. "Is that true, Monica? You've never licked a pussy before, baby?" She laughed, and threw herself back onto the bed, laying flat on her back, her knees raised and spread. "Oh, I can't believe it, this is too delicious!" She turned to me, her eyes glittering with delight, her expression smugly diabolical. "You didn't know, and she has never done this before," she cooed sweetly, but with devilish undertone. "It's perfect," she said, looking directly into my eyes. "I am really going to enjoy this." Her eyes narrowed. "You seem shocked, Roy. Let me help you out." 

She propped herself up on her elbow and grabbed Monica's hair with one hand, pulling her head from between her legs. My wife's face glistened wetly and her mouth hung open. "Monica," she told her, "go suck Roy's cock." Monica turned to look at me, and dropped her eyes. "Well?" Desiree goaded, "what are you waiting for?" 

I watched in shock as my wife obediently pulled away and crawled to me on her hands and knees. She looked up at me, sorrow and regret in her eyes, and reached up to undo my pants. I stammered an objection, but couldn't form the words.

"Relax, Roy," Desiree said, rolling onto her side. "Don't pretend you're not excited, I can see your pants bulging." It was true; despite my shock and horror I had grown an erection, and it popped out shamefully as my wife dutifully pulled my pants and briefs down. I tried to speak again but was distracted by Monica's mouth enveloping the swollen head of my dick with her mouth, and began stroking me with her lips, tongue and hands.

"That's it, sweetie, suck his cock good for me, like the nasty slut you are," she chirped with seductive glee. I felt Monica work harder, sucking me as she never had before. With horror and delight I tried to resist, but the sensations shooting through my cock won the battle for my attention. She'd used her mouth on me before, but never like this. She was bobbing her head up and down, luring my climax faster than ever before. She had never let me come in her mouth; insisted she hated it, but here she was, bobbing her head and stroking my shaft like a woman possessed. I groaned.

"Take it deeper, baby, choke yourself on his cock," I heard Desiree say, "and look at him." My wife's eyes turned up, and I watched her push her mouth down, feeling my cockhead touch the back of her mouth, and she coughed as tears formed in her eyes. "Yeah, that's it, push it into your throat, you whore!" I glared at Desiree. Who was this girl, calling my wife these awful names? Then I felt my dick push into my wife's throat, heard her gag, and cough, and I looked down at her, tears running down her cheeks and thick saliva blowing out past her lips. "Yes!" Desiree cheered. "Choke on his cock!" She looked up at me with unabashed victory as Monica pulled her head back, gasping for air, a string of spittle hanging from her mouth to my cock. "You like that, don't you, Roy? It feels good, doesn't it?" She sneered. "Does it shock you? Are you embarrassed? Does your wife's behavior shame you?" 

She sat up and began peeling her top off, a skimpy shirt she wore over her bathing suit. "Let me tell you how this is going to play out, Roy," she began sternly, and after pulling off her swimsuit top, swung her legs to the end of the bed, her knees facing Monica. She reached for Monica's head and pulled her towards her, directing her face to her own chest. "Here, baby," she cooed, lowering her voice, softening it the way you would speak to a loving pet. "Suck my nipples, sweetie, love them for me." I watched my wife dutifully lean in and take a nipple into her mouth and begin to lavish loving strokes of her tongue around the hardening bud before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. 

"Your wife," she continued to me, sternly again, but grinning now, "needed no coercion to do what I say. She came to me, willingly, because she is compelled to be submissive. You on the other hand," she arched an eyebrow, "seem like you need might some extra motivation. So I'll give you these two thoughts to consider." She wrapped a hand around the back of my wife's head, and held her face to her breast. 

"First, if you don't do everything I say, I will tell your sweet, innocent daughter that you attacked me and forced yourself on me. She SO looks up to you two, she adores you both, and she'll be SO disillusioned, so disappointed to have her beliefs betrayed." She smiled with her cunning.

"You- you can't -" I managed. I felt foolish, standing there with my hard cock sticking out at her, still wet with Monica's saliva. "You wouldn't -" I tried, but I knew it was true. And I knew I wouldn't be able to face my daughter in this lie. Who would believe the truth?

"I would, and you know I would, and you know how it would turn out."

"But I haven't- I haven't had sex with you."

"Not yet, but you will," she grinned. "You certainly will. And you'll love it," she added seductively, "I assure you, sticking your cock in my tight young pussy will be the best fuck you've ever had." She moved Monica to the other breast. "But that's not all I offer you, oh, no." Her face took on a malicious grin, eyes sparkling. "I will also give you control over your lovely, submissive wife. The way she is obeying me? She will obey you, willingly and enthusiastically." She pulled my wife's face up to meet her eyes. "Or else," she said to Monica, "she will never have me again. And she doesn't want that, now, does she?"

"N-no, Mistress Desiree," my wife answered. 

Des looked back up at me. "So, Roy? What do you think?" She cocked her head. "You want to give it a test run, see how it feels?" One side of her mouth curled up in a half smile. "Go ahead. You have my permission to give her an order. What's your fantasy, Walt? What have you ever wanted my little pet to do that you've never had the balls to ask?"

My brain swirled with the combination of the outrageous developments, the horny vision of all I'd seen, the luscious body of the naked young girl sitting on my bed, and my repressed dirty desires. "I- I don't know," I stammered, then blurted, "I want her to play with herself."

"Don't tell me," Desiree admonished, "tell your wife." She pulled Monica's head away from her, turning her to face me. "Say it. Go ahead, don't be afraid."

"Monica," I began.

"Call her Slut."

I screwed up my courage. I had never spoken to my wife that way, and never been adamant about sexual demands. "Take off your pants, slut, and play with yourself." The words felt strange coming from my mouth. 

"Too timid, Roy," Desiree advised, "you need practice. Try again, more determined, more specific."

"Slut," I said, more loudly, "get those pants off, and let us see you finger your pussy." It sounded like someone else when I said it, but then, instantly, my wife reached for the waist of her pants, opening them and pulling them off her hips. She wriggled out of them, sitting back in her ass to get them off her legs, along with her panties. Then she sat obediently on the floor, and spread her legs wide, and I watched, shocked and elated as her hands travelled between her legs, and she began toying with her lips, gently rubbing them, her eyes downcast and shamed.