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The Anniversary

By: SexyChele



Emily awoke to the stillness of pre-dawn. She turned her face to the window and noticed the gray light stealing in through the window. Sighing deeply, she tried to keep still and not wake Ralph. Not yet. This was her time and she cherished it. Ralph's snoring cut through to her and she smiled slightly. How many mornings had she quibbled with him over that? And when had it no longer bothered her? In fact, when had she learned to fall asleep to it?

She pulled the sheet up to her chin and gently rolled over onto her side. Ralph's back was facing her, his shoulder blades expanding and falling with each ragged breath he took. She looked at the flesh on his back – when had it taken on that weathered look? She didn't remember that before.

She looked up onto the top of the dresser and her eyes absorbed the large photograph that had stood there for years. Emily's gaze softened as she took in the photograph that marked their wedding. That was 35 years ago today. She looked at the young girl, only 19 years old, the white dress her mother had worn altered to fit her slim frame, and clutching at the arm of the man beside her. Ralph. Only 21 then, he had opted to wear his Marine uniform instead of the traditional tux. He had just finished college that spring of 1968 and had taken up his duty to serve his country in Viet Nam. Emily had been terrified, afraid of losing the only man she ever knew she would love. The night he told her he was enlisting was the night he placed the ring on her finger and asked her to be his wife. 

The wedding had been a hurried affair. Her mother's wedding dress dragged down from the attic and quickly altered. Flowers gathered from her mother's garden. A cake baked by a neighbor who had a knack for such things. But Emily hadn't cared. She had her Ralph – tall with dark hair and shining blue eyes. Emily looked at the picture she must have seen a thousand times, looked at her reflection staring back. A mere slip of a girl she had been then with her soft golden curls and hazel eyes. A girl no one would have suspected as having any strength of character. They would all be surprised.

They had married on a fine day in June. Their honeymoon has consisted of three days and nights at a motel on the outskirts of town. Their wedding night was still clearly embedded in Emily's mind. She had married Ralph a virgin. Although she was eager to truly be his wife physically as well as emotionally and legally, she had been afraid. Late night whispered conversations amongst her girlfriends had told her there would be pain and blood. Her own mother's conversation the night before her wedding had only confirmed her fears: Emily would need to fulfill her duty as wife, no matter how distasteful she found it. 

Yet, when Ralph had tenderly removed her dress and held her against him, his words were a gentle caress against her ear. He told her he knew the first time might be uncomfortable for her, yet he loved her and truly wanted not to hurt her. He wanted to love her. And love her he did. He was tender and gentle and patient with Emily. He proceeded cautiously, while at the same time seemed to know exactly what her body wanted. When he finally entered her, Emily felt a sharp sting of pain and was suddenly afraid that all that her girlfriends had spoke of was true. But Ralph had shown restraint, lying still and kissing her. He smoothed her hair back and caressed her body until she once again felt the stirrings of passion blaze. When he continued to move within her the discomfort quickly faded until all she felt was the pleasure of her husband. She hadn't known what it was at the time, but that night she experienced her first orgasm. 

She had awakened the next morning stiff and sore. Ralph was gentle with her, afraid of hurting her, but Emily could only think that her time with her new husband was so short and she didn't want to waste one minute of it. She and Ralph had explored every inch of each other's body, and Ralph had seemed very pleased with his new wife's curiosity. Emily was, quite simply, madly in love.

Ralph had secured a two room flat for Emily just before he was due to leave. He was concerned, but told her knowing he went to Nam with her ring on his finger would give him comfort.

Emily tried not to cry that day when he went away. She remembered it clearly, standing with Ralph's parents, everyone trying to be brave. She had almost made it – almost. The tears came just as he turned to leave. He rushed back and held her to him, his soft words in her ears.

"I'll be back, Emy. You'll see. I have a wife now. I have responsibility. I'll never let you down, never. Write me, Emy. Remember, you are my rock."

With a quick squeeze he was gone, and her mother was stroking her hair and murmuring to her. 

Despite the wishes of both sets of parents, Emily stubbornly kept the two room flat. She managed to find a job as a secretary, and spent her evenings watching the horror that was war fill the evening news before writing to Ralph. His letters came to her sometimes joyful, sometimes not. She looked forward to them all.

The day she learned she was pregnant with Ralph Jr. was one of the happiest she had ever known. As she wrote to Ralph of the news, her hand shook and tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. She missed him, and knew he wouldn't be there for the birth of their baby, but she knew Ralph would be overjoyed. And he was. He had told Emily the baby gave him hope in a jungle that was hopeless. Looking forward to a new life beginning while watching lives around him being taken gave him a renewed understanding for life.

When Emily delivered Ralph Jr., the grandparents insisted she move in with them. She needed help. She should not be alone. Yet, she knew Ralph would want her to be strong. Those first few months were hard, yes. A baby demanding her time, a husband at war, a job to handle. Somewhere from deep inside the 20 year old girl became a woman of determination and strength. She was no longer afraid. She knew her Ralph would once again stand by her side.

And he did. The day he arrived back home in 1970 had been a day she would not forget. Her handsome young husband had come back a tired veteran, aged by what he had seen and done. Yet, those blue eyes flashed once again at the sight of his son. And the first time her husband held her son was a moment forever captured in her heart.

Ralph and Emily had picked up their lives. He never spoke of Viet Nam to her, and she eventually stopped asking. She overhead his conversations with his buddies and decided she was better off not knowing. She knew visions haunted him. His demons were his own and she learned to allow him to face them.

They had left behind the two room flat shortly after Ralph found a job. The baby was getting bigger and they really needed the room. Not that the new apartment was all that much bigger, but it seemed a palace at the time. Emily thought she would never be happier taking care of the baby and looking after Ralph. Oh they had their fights and disagreements. A number of times Emily wondered if they might not be better off without each other. And then she would remember her vows on her wedding day and look into her son's eyes, and she knew she would never leave.

Soon after Ralph started his job, Emily had a baby girl. They searched out a house, and before long another girl was born into their family. The years stretched out, marked only by the events in their children's lives. All seemed hectic and chaotic, and it seemed Ralph and Emily had very little time for one another. And yet, like a gold thread weaved into a piece of cloth, their love remained. 

Then, one day, they were suddenly alone together. The children, now adults, had married or gone off on their own. Before they knew it, they were presented with first one, then two, grandchildren. Emily delighted in having babies to take care of, but was suddenly confronted with the idea of being a grandmother. How had that happened? Her little boy was a man, with a wife and two children. Soon her daughters followed their brother, and even more babies filled Emily's life.

Yet, when she looked at Ralph, he seemed a stranger. 

The bed shifted and Emily watched as Ralph turned over and faced her. He still slept and she looked at him. He was still the same man she had married, yes. The skin that had been smooth on his face was now rough and weathered. Lines were beginning to sink into the creases of his eyes and around his lips. The dark hair was now more grey than black. His hands were rough from time spent fixing up the house and working in the yard. The stomach that had been rock hard when she married him was now paunchy. She looked down at the hairs on his chest and noticed the grey hairs mixed in with the dark ones there. When had that happened? 

She looked at the photograph once again. Well, the slight girl in the picture no longer existed either, did she? Perhaps she did, but certainly life had taken its toll on her as well. She knew her hair was now tinted reddish blonde to hide the grey, and the first wrinkles were beginning to form a map across her face. And she knew from her dress size that she no longer had the slim shape she once did. She glanced over at the closet and saw the dress hanging from the top of the door. Many sizes larger than her wedding dress had been it would be the dress she wore this evening.

A smile crept across her lips. Yes, this evening. The children had put together an anniversary party for her and Ralph. Their friends and family would be there. Some of Ralph's Marine buddies had promised to show up. The kids had even hired a DJ.

But what did all this mean, this marriage stuff? Yes, they had managed to beat the odds many of their friends hadn't. They had stuck with it. They had endured. Through good and bad, through thick and thin, they were still together. She knew she was still Ralph's rock, even if he didn't say it anymore. He was the source of her strength and determination. She looked again at the man sleeping beside her. The early rays of sunlight were peeking through the window and just touching his face. Suddenly, the love for this man welled deep within her. No, their marriage had not been about simple survival. She loved him. She loved him more than she did on her wedding day. More than when she and Ralph Jr. had met him when he came home from the war. More than at any time in her life, she loved this man. 

When was the last time they had made love? She remembered a time when neither could get enough of the other. She remembered the arguments they'd had when the physical need decreased over time due to daily life. But when had it faded? Or had it? Did it have to?

Feeling a bit self-conscious, Emily reached out and gently stroked Ralph's cheek. She felt the bristles of his beard, but didn't care. He sighed and nestled his face deeper into the pillow. Emily slowly eased her way from the bed and slipped the old nightgown from her body. When was the last time she had walked around the house naked? Or for that matter, in their own bedroom? Her heart was thudding wildly in her chest and she suddenly felt as nervous as she had on her wedding night.

Emily felt invigorated. She felt almost every nerve come alive. She felt sexy and alive and in love. And she wanted this to last. She wanted what she and Ralph had 35 years ago. Today was the beginning!

She walked to the side of the bed where Ralph slept and pulled back the covers. She almost giggled in her excitement. As her husband's body came into sight, with all of its imperfections, she found she no longer noticed. He was still her dashing Marine. He was still the tender man who held their infant son. He was still her strength. 

Sliding onto the bed and kneeling beside him, Emily gently stroked his right thigh and felt the skin dimple at her touch. She ran her fingers through the hair that covered the skin just above his penis and was startled when Ralph moved over onto his back. She looked up into his face, but his deep, even breathing told her he was still sleeping soundly.

She placed a kiss just below his belly button while her fingers lightly caressed his thighs. Gently pressing his legs apart, she gazed at his sex. Morning erections were no longer something that was automatic in her husband's life, and his member lay there inviting her to wake it up. She gently wrapped her fingers around the base and placed a kiss on the shaft. She ran her tongue over the soft skin, and the feel of him aroused a sense deep inside of her. She began to lightly stroke his cock as she surrounded the head with her lips. She started sucking lightly as her fingers continued to stroke the skin. 

Slowly, she felt her husband's cock begin to respond. She could feel it begin to harden and she sank her lips further onto his cock. Sucking harder, she lost track of time and space, her efforts focused solely on providing pleasure. A hand to the back of her head caused her to jump slightly.

"Emily," she heard Ralph whisper hoarsely. "Oh yes, baby. Yes."

His hand caressed her hair and then her cheek. She began to move with more urgency, her lips sliding up and down along the now stiffening shaft. His hips began to move and his other hand searched out one of hers. He entwined his fingers with hers and Emily was once again that girl of 19.

Gently, Ralph pulled her up to him. She moved above him, then stopped to gaze into his eyes. His smile was sleepy. She felt his hands move over her body, and for a brief moment she wanted to stop him. Yet, her body was responding to his touch, the euphoria that she had just experienced a few moments ago still igniting her passion. Gently he pulled her down to him and his lips sought hers. Eagerly she returned his kiss, pressing her body against his. She could feel his cock between them, stiff and demanding.

Before she knew what was happening, Ralph rolled over and Emily found herself on her back. He looked at her with a gleam in his eyes that hadn't been there for quite some time, and then began to slowly kiss and nuzzle her neck. She sighed deeply as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

When his lips touched her nipple, she gasped and arched her back. He took the breast in his hands and squeezed and kneaded the flesh as his lips suckled the nipple into a stiff point. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him towards her. She heard him chuckle softly, and then he moved to the other breast.

His lips teased and tickled her. Sensations were running through her body, and she knew she had never experienced this much pleasure before. And then, her nipples were abandoned. She looked down and watched as her husband kissed the generous flesh of her stomach and down lower, to the pussy that was waiting for him. She instinctively spread her thighs, welcoming him.

His kisses along her inner thighs caused her to melt and she lifted her hips to him. She felt his fingers spread her open, exposing herself to him and she felt exhilarated. Once again she felt that delicious sense of vulnerability for her husband that had always managed to push her over the edge of pleasure. 

Emily gave a soft cry when she felt his tongue trail the edge of her pussy lips. Sharp sensations of pleasure coursed through her and her fingers pressed into his hair. She felt him suck first one of her lips and then the other. As he pushed one finger into her pussy she grabbed his shoulders and pushed against him. She felt him fill her as his lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck as his tongue washed over the delicate skin. She lifted her legs over his shoulders and began to move with him.

When she looked down, she saw her husband looking up at her, watching her. She felt a sense of being naughty, and she smiled at him. He increased his attention on her clit until she had to close her eyes simply allow her body to feel. Her hips were moving quickly, matching his movements. Her small cries echoed in the room and in her ears and added to her excitement. She felt her need building. The need for release. The need to explode. 

"Oh, yes, Ralph," she cried out. "That's it, baby. Oh yes! I need to cum! I have to cum, Ralph!"

Her husband intensified his efforts and Emily found herself pushing his face into her pussy. Her thighs tightened and she could no longer hold back the rush of need. She felt her body explode into orgasm – her body shaking and quivering, her voice crying out her pleasure, her body tense. She felt she reached the height of a great wave and teetered for a few seconds before rushing back down to earth. 

As she lay there, breathing hard and feeling her heart beating madly, Ralph kissed her gently and tenderly. He moved up her body, and through barely opened eyes, Emily watched as Ralph looked at her body.

"You're glowing, you know that?" He asked. "I haven't seen that in a long time, honey."

Emily giggled. "Yes, it has been a long time. Far too long. Now fuck me, Ralph. I need to feel you inside of me!"

"Never let it be said you had to ask me twice!"

Without taking his eyes off of her, Ralph spread her thighs and then grabbed his cock. She felt him rub the head against her pussy. She trembled and ran her hands along his body, her lips silently urging him to continue. He placed the head of his cock just at the entrance to her pussy, then leaned down to kiss her. She received his kiss with abandon, her arms snaking around his neck. 

Emily wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. She gasped beneath his lips as she felt his cock fully enter her pussy. Ralph sighed against her ear, than kissed her neck. She felt him begin to move, his cock moving in and out of her pussy. She raised her hips and moved with him, matching each slow thrust. 

Her hands glided along his back and down to his ass. She raked her nails lightly over the skin and felt him tighten. 

"Fuck me, Ralph. Fuck me like you did the first time. Please, baby."

Ralph looked into her eyes, then raised himself up on his hands. He began to pound into her pussy hard and fast. Emily felt her body respond. She moved her hips in a circular way that Ralph had always liked. Her hands caressed his body, feeling every inch of him. She looked up and into his eyes, letting him know she loved what he was doing and wanting more.

Emily slid her hand between them, and began to rub her clit. Ralph looked down and then sat back on his knees. He held her legs high and apart as he watch his wife move her fingers over her clit. Emily looked as his eyes took in the sight of his cock moving in and out of her pussy, and she knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum again.

She felt wanton, displaying her passion in front of her husband, and this fueled her passion. She wanted her husband to watch her cum, wanted him to see his cock buried in her pussy, and to feel her pussy clench around him. She felt her body building, another orgasm so close to the surface. Her face contorted with pleasure as her finger moved frantically over her clit.

"Oh yeah, Emy," Ralph breathed hoarsely. "Cum for me. Cum hard for me and let me feel this pussy enjoy it!"

His words were enough and Emily felt her thighs tighten once more as she rode the wave to another crest of pleasure. She felt her pussy clench and tighten around her husband's cock as her body quivered. She barely felt his hands holding her ankles, was barely aware of his eyes watching her in her moment of pleasure. Was not even aware that her husband was once again moving within her.

As the wave of pleasure crested and ebbed, Emily became aware of her husband pumping fast and wild within her. He muttered her name, and when she looked into his face, she noticed he was watching her breasts move back and forth from the force of his thrusting. 

"Yes, Ralph. I want you to cum for me, baby. Fill me with your cum! Fill me, Ralph!"


The Anniversary



"Oh yeah, Emy. I feel it. It's coming. Right, oh yeah, right now! Oh yes!"

His stiffened body and grunts told Emily that Ralph had reached his own pinnacle of pleasure. His body barely moved against hers, and she knew he filled her with his jism. She wrapped her legs around him and made her pussy grasp his cock even tighter.

Suddenly Ralph's arms could no longer support his weight, and he fell heavily on top of her. His lips met hers and the passion that had been rekindled was there in that kiss. They stayed that way for what seemed like an hour, but Emily knew it was only a few moments. Ralph picked himself up and rolled over onto his back. As his cock pulled from her pussy, she felt that delicious sensation of their juices flooding from her. This morning she didn't mind, and she didn't rush to clean herself. She wanted to enjoy all of this again.

Ralph rolled over and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple.

"So, what was all that about, hmm?"

"What? Have you forgotten?!"

He laughed. "No, I've not forgotten! Happy anniversary, my love. And thank you. That was a most wonderful gift!"

"Well, expect more of them. I've decided to be a more demanding woman now. I hope you can live up to my expectations!" She smiled into his eyes.

"If not, I don't think I will mind dying trying!"

Emily tried to rise, and she felt Ralph pull her back.

"Ralph! Let me go! I have to make breakfast!"

"Why? You didn't make breakfast that morning after we got married. Do you remember?"

She did, and she smiled. "Did we eat at all during that short time?"

"Well, yes, but not food. You really that hungry?"

"No, I'm not when I think about it."

"Good. I want you just like this for today. Tonight the kids have us. For now, I want you to myself."

She snuggled into his arms, a smile lighting her face. She glanced at the picture on the dresser. Perhaps that slim girl in the white dress and that tall Marine truly were still here after all.



The Anniversary



Helen was slowly dragged from a peaceful sleep by the muffled sound of creaking springs and stifled moans and grunts from the next room. By the sounds, her son and his wife were having an early morning screw. She cocked one eye open to look at the bedside clock. Quarter to seven. Bloody hell!

As she listened to their efforts, Helen lay in the warmth of her bed, her fingers idly toying with her vulva, wishing it was she who was getting laid. Now a widow, it was some time since she felt a man's cock deep into her. It was a few months ago by pure chance, when holidaying in Malta. A wonderful feeling to have cock inside her again - and again! - from a much younger guy. Hmmm! Her mind went back to that unexpected encounter.

The noise from the next room got more intense. Her own juices were starting to flow onto the pads of her fingers. Lubricating had never been a problem for her, even now, in her early fifties. But she kept herself in trim with weekly visits to the gym. Besides, Helen enjoyed watching the other women in the changing room, with their variety of breasts - no pair alike. She speculated on the shape of their vulvas, wondering if they enjoyed having their labia nibbled - if they'd been penetrated that morning by an impatient dick.

A stifled cry from the next room brought her back to reality as Anne, her daughter, reached her peak of bliss. Although Helen had never seen him naked since he started to grow up, she knew that her son, William had a good sized penis. Her husband had a regulation six inch cock but, comparing their bulge in swimming trunks, William's was considerably bulkier than his father's. So she concluded, a bigger cock all round. Anne was a lucky lady!

And she was right. In the next room, as he slid his eight inch shaft into Anne, lying on her side, knees tucked up to her breast, he molded his body into her shape behind her, cock buried deep inside its natural target. William was whispering in her ear to her to keep it quite, or they'd wake his mother. He was getting a bit reckless himself as the tension mounted in his belly, the springs objecting noisily to the bouncing.

But Anne was reaching the peak of her climax. She didn't care about his mother! Deep behind her clit, in the pit of her stomach, she felt the familiar spring coiling, ready to completely engulf her in agonising rapture. Her spasms were beginning. She clawed at the pillow case, biting her teeth into the soft pillow in an attempt to muffle her cries of ecstasy as the unrelenting cock drove rapidly in and out, deep into her vagina. Oh God! It's wonderful!

As her mind blew into a thousand flashes, she was aware of the muscular convulsions inside her, William's cock exploding. Anne never understood why, but she always subconsciously counted the spasms of the cock spurting its contents into her. Seven. Always seven. Her excitement began to abate as the orgasm gradually passed.

William reached into the bedside cabinet drawer for a tissue. He placed it round the base of his now softening cock as he withdrew it from the delicious nest of soft, warm, fleshy folds. The sperm seeped from her into the tissue, tucked loosely into her pussy. The couple lay quietly, his arms folded round her, fondling her soft heavy boobs with their stiffened nipples, before it was time for them to face the day. They both enjoyed an early screw, two or three times a week.

Meantime, twenty miles away, Anne's parents were lying side by side. The teas-maid had just filled and was quietly steaming. Amelia rolled onto her side, throwing her arm across her husband's lower half. With mild surprise she felt his cock was stiff. Early morning pride, no doubt, but even so... Curling her fingers round the familiar shaft, Anne began to play with it casually, stroking and pinching. She loved this cock - well, she liked any cock, but this was special!

Peter was still half asleep, but conscious of the hand gently toying with his shaft. It was good! He enjoyed having his cock teased and Amelia had always been an enthusiastic lover of his manhood. As it stiffened even further, Peter pushed his hand between Amelia's thighs to test the state of her cunt. Hmmm! Wet through. A quick morning shag was called for. But not yet. Rolling to face Amelia, Peter dragged up her nightie and leaned over to fasten his lips over her engorged nipple, its rim marked by a series of small pimples.

'Fuck me big boy,' she whispered into his ear, positioning the hard shaft at the entrance to her secret entrance. And 'big' was the word. Peter enjoyed a fat cock - not particularly long - about six and a half inches - but in girth almost seven inches! It was at its widest about two thirds up the shaft, though the head was no thicker than the rest of the it. A human torpedo in fact. Women adored the feel of it stretching their vaginas ever wider as it penetrated them.

When she was younger, their daughter Anne was quite jealous of her Mother having that cock all to herself. She often imagined it forcing its way into her own wet cunt - a word she had heard her mother use in the throes of lust. She too preferred that description, rather than the clinical vagina.

In her late forties, Amelia was still a beautiful, elegant woman, tall and slender with sleek auburn hair. She enjoyed shagging more than ever, and her husband seemed just as capable as in their younger days - though not, perhaps, as frequently. They had always had a fairly open marriage, both indulging on a little on the side form time to time. But their real enjoyment came from threesomes for Amelia. They decided shortly after the kids had left home that they would expand their sexual horizons and experiment with sex for sex sake. Both wanted to try a threesome and did.

The usual plan was for Peter to arrange for a man to come to their hotel during a business trip. Amelia found it so exciting. Anticipating having sex with a man that she had never met until he came to the hotel, started her juices running. The 'playmate' would call the room on the house phone when he got to the hotel and they would go down to the lobby to meet him. After chatting over a cocktail, if Amelia approved of him, they would go to the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, the kissing and touching would begin, Amelia standing at the foot of the bed.

As Amelia got into a clinch with the playboy, hands groping each other, Peter would casually remove the playboy's jacket, followed by his wife's jacket. Then her blouse would follow. The bra was unclasped, and the garment removed to allow her soft breasts their freedom. As the man explored Amelia's breasts and nipples, Peter unbuttoned the man's shirt and unclasped the waistband of his trousers. After unzipping the man's fly, Peter unhooked his wife's skirt so that skirt and trousers dropped to the floor at about the same time, leaving the couple squeezed against each other, with little to keep them apart.

By this time, the playboy's warm cock was pressing hard against Amelia's groin. She could feel it, hot and eager. In no time at all, Peter had pulled down the man's underwear and his wife's knickers. After rubbing her hairy groin against the stiff cock, Amelia would fall backwards onto the bed with the playboy on top of her, allowing Peter to pick up their clothes, draping them over a chair.

Watching the couple writhing against each other, exploring genitals, licking, sucking and kissing, Peter quietly took off his own clothes, his own cock now rigid with lust. He took the camera from the bedside table. Every detail of the man's cock and its penetration of Amelia's secret paradise was recorded . Before long, Amelia would be catapulted into the first of her several orgasms.

Both Amelia and Peter found it indescribably sexy being naked with two men, one of them a stranger. She loved having two dicks to suck and to fuck her. Amelia had orgasms easily and often, even when being screwed by just one man. Two men was out of this world! Many, many orgasms for her! Eventually both men would spray their sperm over her face and tits. She was obsessed by sperm - all those millions swimming up the vaginas seeking the egg.

Amelia also began exposing herself to other men in public. Mostly in hotel bars, when Peter was there. The look on the faces of the unsuspecting voyeur was exciting. After all, a very attractive, elegant sophisticated lady is the last person you would expect to be sitting on a bar stool without knickers, exposing her hairy, ginger vulva. Sometimes, if Amelia liked the look of them, these men willingly agreed to join them in a threesome.

They had discussed having a threesome with another woman involved, but it never materialised. Their favourite choice would be Doris, James' mother, because of her demure appearance. Peter thought a good shag would do her the world of good. Besides, it would be fun, and sexy to have her naked, blushing with embarrassment, being screwed by Peter whilst tonguing Amelia.

Peter was all for persuading Doris's son Billy, still single, to fuck his mother, but Amelia was too nervous of the idea. Even so, she would have thrilled at the chance of him fucking her. It was another avenue to be explored in the near future, she hoped. More variety of sex.

'Fuck me darling,' she repeated. And fuck her Peter did. Slowly and thoroughly, squeezing his fat cock into her eager cunt - the old English word favoured by Amelia.

Doris's other son, Charles had developed a thriving business in electronics and could afford a large five bedroom mansion in its own acre of land whilst still a young man. So in between making money, he shagged as many women as possible - which was a lot! Until Annette came along. The shagging didn't stop, but it was confined to Annette - to begin with, anyway. The wife-swapping came later.

In the principal guest room of their mansion was a large mirror in an ornate frame, overlooking the bed. In the adjoining room, which was Charles and Annette's bedroom, a large painting of Jacques Tissot, The Reception, showing a beautiful young lady being escorted in the ballroom by an elderly gentleman, decorated on the wall. However, the painting would hinge open to reveal a view of the adjoining bedroom through the two-way mirror.

Charles and Annette had observed many sexual encounters in the guest room, to their own delight whilst playing with the other's private parts. At her husband's suggestion, Annette had shaved her pubic hair entirely. Her mound, her vulva, her inner thighs were all completely devoid of hair. The labia looked stunning, peeping cheekily from the valley of sexual delight behind the chubby outer lips. Charles was, however, was also well-endowed in his size of penis. His was a full nine-inch specimen, with a head of considerable dimensions with a wide rim. He also shaved his groin in an attempt to make his weapon appear that much bigger. They were familiar with the sexual activities of all their friends and family, includings. 

Through the two-way mirror, Annette had several times seen, and admired, her brother's father's thick cock, mostly when flaccid, though occasionally when erect and proud, ready to fill Amelia's cunt. She said as much to Charles.

'I wouldn't mind sampling that inside me,' she had confided to him.

'Can be arranged,' he laughed.

'Huh! Pigs might fly. He's never so much as glanced at my tits.'

But there she was wrong, because Peter had often fancied Annette's young soft body, lusting after her on many occasions. Amelia, who knew all about her husband's incestuous desires, was quite a good mimic, would have him close his eyes as she made love to him, pretending to be Annette, calling him 'Daddy' and telling him what a wonderful cock he had and how much she wanted to feel it inside. Of course, they didn't know that Annette shaved, otherwise Peter would have lusted after her all the more!

Charles's mother, Doris, was a divorcee. A quiet, reserved lady. Now in her early fifties, her figure was fairly slight. But her breasts were a good 34 c, though disguised by ornate blouses. But unsupported, they tended to sag rather. Her dark nipples were a good inch in diameter. Hips were narrow, and her legs spindly. With clear brown eyes and a short straight nose, Doris was not unattractive, though she could not be classed as beautiful in the conventional sense. She wore her greying hair swept back into a bun. She was not vain.

Her interests were in the WI movement where she was a regular provider of tea and biscuits. Her unassuming behaviour suggested that no one could accuse her of harbouring indecent thoughts. Goodness! Not Doris, for heaven's sake! But they'd be wrong. She had a lewd mind which continually dwelt on sexual matters - cocks in particular. Many of the WI members were likewise interested and one special friend exchanged lurid thoughts with Doris, which usually culminated in a mutual masturbation session. A woman knows best how to satisfy another woman, Doris thought, as her clitoris was being manipulated. 

Her friend Lily could bring Doris to the brink of an orgasm and hold it there it seemed for ever, before allowing the waves to crash over her in an orgasm of breathtaking delight. That was something her husband had never been able to do. Nor any man. She just hoped that his new wife was satisfied with his sexual activities. Aided and abetted by DVD's of pornography, Doris's sex life was happier now than during her marriage. Her favourite was to watch men ejaculating. Hmmm! All that lovely sperm erupting!

That weekend was Peter and Amelia's silver wedding anniversary, and all were due to visit Helen's daughter and son. Charles had suggested that they all spent the week-end with them, with a dinner party on the Saturday evening to celebrate the event. Helen would be there with her son and daughter-in-law, Annette's brother William with his wife, Anne, and Charles's mother, Doris, and his brother Billy.

Whilst getting ready, Charles watched the happy couple, Amelia and Peter, through the two-way mirror. Amelia still had a good figure, with firm breasts and large proud nipples. She was teasing Peter's thick cock with a light laugh. He heard her faintly through the glass telling him that she fancied a bit of that tonight, to celebrate twenty-five years of fucking. Studying Amelia, Charles thought he wouldn't mind screwing her himself. He told Annette as much, to her amusement.

'If you do, I want Peter!' she replied.

Charles had worried that the dinner party might be a bit of a sober occasion and thought it necessary to ensure the party went with a swing. Having discussed the problem beforehand with Annette, he had sought advice from a number of sources - mainly on line - and decided to buy an aphrodisiac concoction to add to the white wine. This, he thought would be more acceptable than offering snorts of cocaine - besides the parents might object to hard drugs. So, a mild stimulant to help liven up the evening would be more appropriate.

The meal went well, with fine wines to accompany each dish. Charles had placed himself between Helen and Anne and Annette between Doris and William opposite. Peter had the two unattached ladies, Helen and Doris at his side, whilst Amelia was flanked by Billy and William. Charles walked round the table filling each glass with the special chilled Chardonnay, of which there were four bottles in two large carafes with the added ingredient.

As the meal progressed, the Chardonnay changed to claret wine. The guests became less prudent, the talk moving inevitably to sex and the changes in the morality of the modern times. Amelia was explaining about the art of seduction in the sixties and the rules of engagement in her and Peter's courting days. This caused much amusement.

'None of this "I say madam, do you fuck? Wham, bam, thank you ma'am approach." approach on the first date! Much more subtle over a series of dates. Build up to the foreplay on the back seat of the cinema. Get to learn the feel of a cock and how it spits its juices in the dark.'

'And virginity was still to be treasured!' added Doris, feeling a hand lightly stroking her leg above the knee. She raised a mental eyebrow at this intrusion to her privacy, but decided to slightly part her knees to see what happened - how far it would go.

Light dance music played in the background. The room had become very warm, encouraging the men to remove their jackets, which they had hung over the backs of the chairs, unbuttoning their shirts to try to cool off. Annette had researched aphrodisiac food and had prepared a meal accordingly, including favourites - avocado, asparagus, coriander, figs, and honey- amongst others.

In the middle of the bawdy chatter, Anne suddenly declared loudly in a slightly slurred tone, 'All you men are interested in are these things,' surprising them all by lifting her top to display her naked full breasts, topped with proud nipples.

'Ah, I see that you're one of the modern girls Anne, going without a bra,' was Peter's response.

At the other side of Billy, Amelia piped up 'And some of the older generation can do likewise,' opening her top to display her own beautiful bare breasts. Not quite as firm as Anne, sagging slightly over her rib-cage, but still voluptuous. The men's eyes opened considerably wider at the sight, a ripple of applause greeting the action. 'Women burned their bras in the sixties don't forget!'

There was no doubt in Billy's mind that the wine had gone to his head rather - and to other sensitive parts of his body. He couldn't control the erection which quickly developed at the sight of a bare breasted woman on either side of him. Unable to check himself, he reached across to cup a breast of each in his hand, as though weighing them.

'They're both of good sound quality,' he laughed, 'with a lot of joy to offer we men,' to the general surprise and amusement of the other guests. It was one thing to look at, but quite another to touch the goods on display!

Meantime, Charles, delighted at the way the evening was developing, was exploring the inner thighs of a delighted Helen, whilst Peter had chosen to explore the reaction of his neighbour, Doris, by stroking her thigh under cover of the table cloth. His was, of course, the hand she had felt. Perhaps, he thought, they might engage in a threesome after all, if she responded. Doris gave him a thin smile, but made no attempt to remove the exploring hand. So, whilst the others were engaged in persuading Amelia and Anne to remove their tops altogether, Peter's fingers were quietly insinuating their way into the knickers of his daughter's mother-in law!

This put Doris in something of a quandary. She, like the others, had consumed sufficient doctored wine to remove any shyness, and Peter was an attractive guy. In fact she felt quite salacious - deliciously so! And she had fancied Peter for years. Now here he was trying to grope her fanny. Well! It was a pleasant feeling to have a man stroking her bare thigh, sufficiently attracted to her to want to explore her fanny. Though she knew that it was really the wine that had unlocked his desires. As her honey oozed, she looked at his wife and daughter, who seemed cheerful enough having their breasts fondled by her son.

Amelia called out to Helen opposite. 'Hey Helen. Do give we older girls some support. I know you have nice tits, so let's see them.'

Charles, who had interrupted his exploration of Helen's inner thigh to go round the table refilling the wine glasses, had returned behind Helen. She was feeling languid with all the wine, whilst he, too, was having problems trying to deal with a powerful erection. Putting down the bottle, he placed his hands on Helen's shoulder straps. She turned her head to look up at him. Her smile gave him to believe she accepted the offer. The hands pushed the straps of her dress from off her shoulders and over her arms. The bra catch offered little resistance to his nimble fingers, falling away to reveal her meaty tits, with very large, dark areolas and fat nipples. Not exactly pretty, but certainly all woman and most suckable.




The Anniversary



'And what about you, Annette?' William was asking. 'Let's see yours - I'm sure Charles won't mind sharing the delights of his wife.'

'Be my guest,' was Charles's response, as he reached over Helen's shoulders to push his fingers into the flesh of each breast. 'I'm busy right now'.

'Yes, okay, William. I will if you show us your cock,' was Annette's laughing reply. 'I haven't seen my brother's cock for some years now.'

'Hey,' called Anne, who had by this time shrugged off her top, 'that's only fair. Give 'em a treat William.'

William stood, and turned to his sister, Annette. 'Go on, then!' She unhooked the waist band of his trousers before taking a grip of his zip tab, pulling it fully down. Reaching inside his pants Annette pulled out William's semi-erect cock. She stared at it in disbelief. There was a shout of success and a round of applause from the lady guests.

'My goodness, Anne. Is this all for you? It's been a few years since I last played with this! My, how it's grown! It's much bigger than the days when I used to play with it.'

She took a spoonful of vanilla iced cream from the table, smearing it generously over the long study cock, before licking it off with her sensuous tongue.

'Hey, that's your brother's dick you're handling!'

Peter's enquiring fingers were now eagerly dabbling in Doris's juices. Although she was unable to understand what had persuaded her to allow it, she didn't care. Seeing William displaying his penis gave her the courage to put her hand into Peter's lap where she felt his hard cock straining against the fabric of his trouser leg. Unzipping the flies, Doris dug her hand deep into the trousers to prise it out.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the monster as it emerged, it's foreskin half retracted to expose the pointed head, already wet with his juices.

Charles had sat in his chair at the side of Helen, his face in her bosom, his lips nibbling at the dark nipples, whilst his right hand was under her skirt, scrabbling round her knickers searching for her pussy lips. Helen was feeling totally lecherous, allowing such liberties to her son's brother. Seeing Doris release Peter's cock, Helen followed suit, worming her hand into Charles's trousers. There she found his stiff manhood. They sat together greedily feeling each other's genitals with an almost desperate passion, as though they had never felt one before.

As Annette toyed with her brother William's cock, he unbuttoned her blouse, lifting her breasts from the cups of the bra. They were smooth as alabaster, with pale coral pink areola and pronounced apricot nipples.

'Mmm! Lovely tits, sis! Why keep them hidden? And they've grown too, with the years. No longer like fried eggs!'

Taking her cue from Annette, Amelia reached in to Billy's lap, deftly unzipped his trousers, slipping her hand inside to release his already stiff cock. She drew it out to admire the full glory of his curved penis, stiff and ready for action. All the men now had their cocks in the hands of an admiring woman.

This decided Billy to turn to Amelia, on his right, bend over her to take a nipple in between his lips. Billy had always been attracted by older women and Amelia was one of the best looking he'd known for a long time. So elegant and cool. Whilst he suckled the engorged nipples, Amelia played with the unusual banana shaped cock with some amusement.

'Let's dance,' he said, helping Amelia to her feet and guiding her into the softly-lit drawing room area. She was rather unsteady, but allowed herself to be shuffled round in no particular dance routine. Billy expertly undid the fastenings of Amelia's wrap-around skirt, then, with the pretext of doing a twirl, unravelled the skirt from round Amelia's waist, casting it aside into one of the settees, leaving her in black lace silk knickers, and black stockings with lace tops. As he resumed his hold round her waist, Billy wasted no time in getting his other hand between her thighs to cup the hot, succulent bunch of fleshy labia in his palm. He was elated at being able to grope this beautiful mature lady.

Annette had pushed William's trousers down to his ankles and was admiring his cock, now fully stiff. 'Now that it's cooled down a little, it's in need of a warm silky pussy. And I know the very one. Since it's your mother's silver wedding, I think you should give her a treat. Then we can all join in.'

Before anyone could object, Annette took hold of William by his stiff shaft, leading him into the drawing room.

During this, Peter had not been idle. Seeing that Doris had encouraged his exploring hand in her inner groin, he leaned across to examine the buttons on her rather elaborate blouse. Doris, smiling at him, herself unbuttoned the garment. As he stood, Peter took hold of the shoulders and drew it away from her. Her bra was a peach coloured satin, trimmed with white lace, with a front catch. Again, Doris was the one to unclasp it whilst Peter lifted it clear by the shoulder straps.

After a brief fondle of the smooth tits, he helped her from her chair. They reached the drawing room floor at the same time as Annette and William. Billy was smooching with Amelia, his fingers still hidden in the lace knickers, researching the contours of her fleshy, slippery vulva.

Annette, who seemed to have taken charge of the proceedings, took the wine bottle from Charles's hand, put it on the side table and brought him into the middle of the room. She sank to her knees and calmly unclasped and unzipped his trousers, dragging them, together with his underwear, to his ankles.

Charles's cock was already stiff - the result, he realised, of the sweet anticipation whilst stroking Helen's thighs and feeling her private flaps of womanly flesh, together with rather too much white wine, which was working more potently than he had expected. And from the reaction of the others, all were feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac.

'Now Billy, sit Amelia on that settee, and open her legs for us.'

Amelia allowed herself to be lowered into the settee. As she did, her knickers were peeled off, exposing her naked body. The black lace stockings were her only covering. Her burnished pubic hair spread over her groin and down over the outer labia of her vulva, with the inner labia protruding in a pouting way from the pink gash. The petals of her vagina were already open, exposing the secret depths of her passage, promising much delight.

While this was happening, a now naked Anne brought her father, erect prick poking out of his trousers, from behind Doris, leading him to the other end of the settee. Standing in front of him, she unclasped the waist-band of his trousers and pushed them, together with the underwear, down to his ankles. Removing his shoes, Anne made him step out of the trousers, his thick turgid cock sticking out from his hairy groin. She studied the monster for a few seconds before sitting beside her mother on the settee.

'Here, William. It's time to give your silver wedding present.' Annette stood him in front of his mother's reclining body, whilst Peter was poised in front of his daughter Anne. Amelia turned to Anne with a quizzical look. Anne nodded. They lifted their knees high, presenting their wet, hungry vulvas for all to examine.

Peter turned to exchange a look with his son. They nodded to each other, then leaned over the settee, supporting themselves with their hands on the back of it. Positioning the end of his straight, stiff shaft at the dark opening of Amelia's vagina, William turned again to his father, who had the end of his own cock at the entrance of Anne's dark yawning vagina, its protective petals of flesh opened up to reveal the hairy patch framing the swollen vulva, with its pouting inner labia, their dark wrinkled flesh liberally coated with her private honey.

The remaining guests were watching intently. Doris was standing at one end of the settee, looking down at William's eight inch cock poised to penetrate his mother. Her son Billy was behind her, with his hands gently caressing her breasts, whilst Helen stood at the other end, with her son-in-law, Charles behind her, palms cupping her meaty tits, his stiff cock pressing against the cleft of her buttocks. They were fascinated by the sight of Peter's thick weapon nudging the entrance to Anne's weeping cunt.

Annette was sitting cross-legged on the carpet behind the two men. 'Go.' was all she said. The cocks pressed into the waiting fleshy receptacles, designed for them by nature, slowly disappearing between the labial flaps, to the applause of the five onlookers. Annette had a worm's eye view from behind, watching the testicles swing against the brown puckered opening below the filled vaginas.

Anne was familiar with William's eight-inch weapon, but the girth of her father's cock made her eyes open wide, as she gasped with incredulity at her vagina being stretched further than it had ever been stretched before, to accommodate the invading monster. It was incredible. The dark labia were wrapped round the cock, licking it eagerly as it moved in and out. Her whole body was responding to the new experience. She gasped and whimpered with delight as each thrust filled her with wave after wave of lust.

As the cocks started to move in and out of their warm nest of womanly flesh, the other women began to clap in unison with the strokes. Billy, however, was desperate to fill a vagina with his own impatient cock. His was a smooth, slender, seven inch penis with a pronounced upward bend. His mother's bare buttocks beckoned him. As she was intent on watching the fucking between mother and son, Billy slid his cock between the buttocks of his own mother , to find the oozing gash between her thighs. He felt her tense as the shaft slipped effortlessly into her warm muff of pliant flesh, deep and full.

A different cock is always an exhilarating, wonderful feeling. The cock of her son was even more exhilarating. It was wicked! It was mind-blowing! Doris pushed her loins hard against him, to pull him in deeper. She wanted filling with his cock. It was gloriously unexpected. Her whimpers were evidence that she was enjoying it. Doris was conscious of the sensitive inner flesh of her vagina being caressed in parts never reached before. The curve pressed the cock into the roof of the vagina, stimulating the lubricating glands, exciting her G-spot. It was heaven! She had almost forgotten what supreme joy it gave her to have a cock filling the crevice nature had designed for it. By her own son was even more thrilling. 

When the penis had submerged to the full, Billy felt his mother's inner muscles flexing on her guest, to stimulate even further the nerve endings in the glans. He suddenly went wild! Unable to prevent himself, he drove the cock in and out fiercely, bringing the impatient tensed loins to a quick boil. With a stifled grunt, an almighty lunge released the eager pent up sperm spurting deep into his mother's sticky fanny. She cried out with joy!

At the same time, at the other end of the settee, Charles had decided it was time to fuck his mother. A fantasy he had often had, but never enjoyed in reality. Yet, here it was. Now. In front of his stiff , gnarled cock! It was incredible. As Peter started to shag his daughter on the settee, Charles eased Helen's thighs apart. After a brief dabble with his fingers in the sopping gap, he presented the blunt head of his rod to her brown wrinkled lips . He rubbed the head up and down between the cleft, nudging the lips apart to press into the swollen button where the lips joined. He felt her juices oiling the end of his shaft ready for its entry deep into her.

But not quite yet! He rolled it around her opening until the first half inch nudged its way into her warmth. There, he paused to feel the encasing his penis. The head was slowly inserted into the creamy starch. Charles watched his hard shaft penetrate the thick forest into the syrupy channel. But not all the way! The feeling of the profuse hair rubbing against his shaft was sheer heaven! His mother was proving to be the fuck he expected. 

Helen closed her eyes and parted her mouth in ecstasy. 'This is it!' she thought. 'At last!' Her body was beginning to tremble, her buttocks to shudder. She was frantic for the feel of his thick cock deeper inside her. Moaning with frustration she pushed her loins at him. Charles looked down and, slowly and deliberately, drove part way into her hot willing flesh. After a short hesitation, he pulled half out again slowly before thrusting it inside again. But not to the hilt. Not yet.

Helen was overwhelmed by the sensation . She had never experienced anything like this before in her life. Not like this almost choking sensation, even though Charles had not yet penetrated her fully to the hilt. She moaned in her throat; a rasping sound like tearing silk.

'Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's beautiful!' she murmured. 'Go on darling. Do it! Give it to me! All of it! Deep! Hard!'

On the settee, Amelia's mind was in a whirl. She had never behaved in this way ever before. But her son's cock had long fascinated her. What must William think of her, though, allowing him to fondle her cunt? She felt like a common tart, not thinking straight, but right now, her only thought was of getting that eight-inch cock deep inside her. Slowly. Gradually her vagina was filled to capacity. It was bliss. Fully embedded, she remained leaning over the end of the settee with the cock resting in the fleshy container made for it, relishing the ecstasy.

'Mmmm! Wonderful,' he muttered. 'You have such a lovely body mother. Smooth and marvellous. You're a luck man, Peter!'

Amelia became conscious of William's hands cupping her breasts. As he sank his cock into her, squeezing her inner muscles, he weighed her full breasts in the palm of each hand, massaging and kneading them. The nipples filled and hardened. He felt her heart thumping hard.

'Beautiful breasts. So meaty and firm. You are a gorgeous creature, mother darling,' he whispered. 'You have a body made for fucking.'

Amelia wallowed in the attention. As the cock rose and fell against her, she concentrated on each little flicker of sensation from within her sensitive vagina. Her muscles flexed, exploring the contours of the huge intruder, fuelling the delicious tensions stirring inside her loins. She pushed back and forth, feeling shaft recoil to the very tip before again sinking to its fullest depth.

'Oh, yes! Yes!' she moaned quietly. 'This is unbelievable! Your cock is absolutely made for my vagina.'

Eyes closed, her mouth set in concentrated grimace, Amelia eased her loins back and forth on William, as it increased the pace of the rhythm, focussing her mind on the growing turmoil throughout her nervous system. Weak muscular spasms jolted her limbs. Tension mounted in her legs and thighs. He breathing became unsteady.

'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

The moment of penetration had given William that supreme feeling of elation he always had when his cock first penetrated a woman's vagina. But to be sinking it into his mother was an ambition he didn't expect to achieve. Yet, here he was. The vagina was surprisingly taut, though well lubricated, which he knew would soon raise him to near ejaculation if he wasn't careful.

'That's fantastic,' he assured her, his fingers now dabbling with the rim of her rear passage and fingering the labia clutching his cock. She was very wet with her oozing juices. He started to jerk his loins in rhythm to her thrusts, lengthening the stroke with each one, relishing the supreme feeling of delight in his cock as it slid back and forth in her wonderful vagina.

Amelia was now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles. The whole of her loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Her trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her.

She was whimpering and moaning. Snatching at her breath. Bouncing furiously against William's cock. She was out of control!

'Oh, my God! Oh, yes! Let me come! Please make me come!'

In desperation, she pushed her hand between their bodies, and with stiffened fingers, frantically grappled at her clitoris, seeking the final thrill of orgasm. But it wouldn't come! It hovered on the brink, driving her to distraction. Her fingers got more and more frenzied in their action. The delightful agony was unbelievable!

'Oh fuck me hard darling! Hard! I'm coming! Coming! Oh shit!'

These were words not usually heard from her lips, but William had pushed his middle finger deep into her anus. That was it! It triggered the orgasm. Amelia's body jerked violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! Amelia gave a long silent scream.

But it was more than William could withstand. As Amelia's body thrashed around, the spring within him tightened from his toes. Contractions rippled up his legs and into his thighs. Muscles tightened. A powerful convulsion slammed his loins. As he withdrew, his cock exploded with an almighty jerk, spraying the contents over his mother's breasts.

Peter was busy with his daughter, Anne. Positioning himself between her open thighs, his super-thick shaft had nudged the lips aside to find the entrance it was so eager to explore. With hands resting on each of Anne's pale thighs, Peter paused to relish the moment of penetration. He wanted to savour the elation as he slid his cock slowly into the depths of his lovely daughter's honeyed temple of delight. It was wet and fairly tight - a beautiful moment for him.

'Oh God!' Anne wailed with a sob, eyes screwed tight 'It's marvellous – beautiful.' Her long cry as the shaft stretched her folds wide apart was half joy, half anguish.

As he began to fuck her slowly, Peter watched the eager soft labia lips cling tight to his thick withdrawing cock as though begging it to return inside her temple. He listened to her agonising sobs of surprise and delight - he looked on in amazement as he drove his cock in and out of her, making love to this goddess of beauty, this stunning female body, never before entered and explored by man's penis.

In her joyful trance, Anne grunted with each thrust of this Prince of cocks plundering her treasure. She was delirious - filled with desire – the sensation was unspeakably wonderful. Every thrust was a thrill for her. Words could never describe the miracle of the joy of sex. The slight pain as his penetration stretched her had gone – only supreme exhilaration deep down in her loins. She toyed with her clitoris to enhance the pleasure, her head rolling from side to side with untold delight.

Her belly was knotting up – muscles tightening and flexing. Her first orgasm with her Prince embedded inside her shrine, was approaching fast. Waves of emotion rose and fell. An enormous curtain of lust crashed into her loins, hurling her thighs into the air. She howled – she wept – she beat the shoulders of her conqueror in utter ecstasy as he tried to maintain his rhythm.

Peter was unable to control his climax either. Working feverously in Anne's heaving thighs, his spring tightened quickly until, as she subsided from her orgasm, he was forced to withdraw his throbbing cock to eject his first jet of sperm high over her breasts to splash her cheek and splatter her breasts and belly with pearls of his juice. His cock seemed to spurt for ever!

Doris and Amelia, with pools of sperm on her belly, had already achieved stunning orgasms, and Helen was very close. Helen had reached the breathless stage of sheer rapture. She was in a new paradise, immersed in a warm wash of exquisite feelings of sordid, carnal delight coursing through her whole body. Never had she dreamt that such joy could be hers. Swelling to a crest of triumph, the waves of passion washed over her as the nine-inch monster battered her vagina.




The Anniversary



A long animal moan rose to a wild cry, as body lurched and twisted. Helen's whole being was racked with a series of thrilling, orgastic spasms. It was almost too much for her. Tears of intense pleasure rolled down her cheeks.

'No! No more! I can't!' she whimpered.

Charles felt the tension rise in his loins, tightening to a peak he could hardly control. He thrust his cock harder and harder into the willing flesh, until, like a volcanic eruption, his cock exploded deep into Helen's grateful vagina.

Long gasps of disbelief accompanied her slowly relaxing body. The guests watched the tension in her face begin to soften. A ripple of applause greeted her return to reality.

Annette appeared in a pink house coat, carrying a tray of champagne and a box of tissues. 'Time to drink the health's of the happy couple,' she laughed.

They all stood, looking rather sheepish, as cocks began to soften and droop. All traces of sperm and other seeping liquids were sponged away. A pile of silk dressing gowns had appeared thrown over a chair. Annette had been preparing for the finalé. They were handed round for the family to wrap themselves.

'To Amelia and Peter!' Glasses were raised. The guests repeated the toasted before sipping the refreshing wine.

As the family sat around in the deep chairs and settees, sipping their champagne, Anne broke into the chatter. 'Listen everybody. We've all had a good sexy evening, but poor Annette has been left out. After all the preparations. She must be as frustrated as hell.'

'I enjoyed watching you lot,' Annette assured them. 'Besides, I have good fingers. Managed an orgasm or two when you were all otherwise engaged doing your own thing.'

'Hey, William. You've always fancied a fuck with your sister. Can you manage another?'

'I'll bet we all can,' William replied modestly.'How about the ottoman, Annette?'

After a brief hesitation, she agreed. 'Okay!'

Annette went to William and removed his gown before draping herself gracefully over the ottoman, her long shapely legs apart to display her satin-smooth groin and inviting, hairless vulva, leaking copiously.

Doris and Helen stood either side of Annette, holding her legs well apart, which unfolded the lips of her puffed vulva. The others watched in silence as William positioned his stiff cock between the inviting folds of flesh of Annette's pink entrance. Closing his eyes, he slowly drove his sturdy eight-inches directly into the warm moist folds until it was embedded as far as to the hilt. Annette moaned softly with the joy of it. She hadn't had a long cock for a long time.

There was a gasp of excitement from Anne. The sight of penetration always thrilled her. This was the cue for her to approach the head of the ottoman where Billy came to stand behind her, casually removing her gown, encircling her with his arms. Anne stood there naked, legs wide apart, the shape of Billy's cock pushing against the cleavage of her buttocks.

As William thrust effortlessly in and out of Annette's oozing lips, Anne leaned forward, resting her hands on the side of the ottoman, on either side of Annette's waist, watching closely the familiar sturdy penis penetrate the sex folds of another woman. She pushed her bottom out and her parted legs showed that she was now oozing copiously.

A blunt nudging at the entrance to her pouting vulva, became the thrill of a strong thrusting cock stretching and filling her hot, welcoming vagina. A warm tongue from below searched for her clitoris. Annette's head was between her thighs, tonguing her whilst being screwed by William, sending shivers of delight deep into Anne's groin. The others watched with gleaming eyes.

Peter had his arms round Helen, as she stood beside William, his thick cock insinuating its way between her thighs until it encountered the protruding labia, hanging from the vulva. Helen parted her thighs and, with hand, guided the weapon between the lips to encourage it to stretch her fanny to its fullest depth.

Doris, who was standing on the other side of William, caressing the cheeks of his steadily rocking bottom, felt Charles groping with her genitals from behind her, until his great penis found the target intended for the penis, driving ti to the hilt in her sloppy fanny. Holding her waist, Charles went into a powerful fucking motion.

Four fornicating couples! Shagging in unison! William ploughing Annette, Peter fucking Helen, Charles shafting Doris, and Billy thudding in and out of Anne.

The sight of William's thick penis sliding in and out of Annette, together with the attention being given to her own genitals by Annette and Billy, brought Anne to a rapid climax. She quaked and shook as the shock of the orgasm rippled throughout her body. At the exact same moment, William's rhythm faltered, giving a lurch and a grunt. Throwing his head back with closed eyes, William withdrawing his hard slippery shaft, pressing it against the smooth lips. The guests watched the sperm gush out in five jets, spurting across Annette's smooth belly.

Annette murmured with happiness, reaching down to massage the warm sperm into her skin, whilst Billy replaced William between her thighs. He repeated William's ritual, first feeling the warm vulva before filling it with one firm thrust. Anne backed away, and was helped into a white dressing gown as a naked Doris replaced her at the head of the ottoman, to be joined by Charles as she watched her son service their hostess.

Charles's stiff cock found Doris's pouting lips, now fully lubricated by the sexual excitement of events, and slipped between them. As Billy drove his curved slender cock in and out of Annette, Charles fucked his mother, doggy fashion, to the same rhythm. To increase Doris's excitement still further, Annette jabbed her stiffened tongue against her clitoris, which brought Annette to the peak of ecstasy. She managed to ride on its crest for several seconds, relishing the thrilling sensation, before crashing under the waves of anguish and delight. Billy's rhythm begin to waver, his hips to jerk. He was about to come. And he did. He withdrew as several grunts accompanied the splashes of sticky sperm discharged over Annette's flat belly. 

As Doris watched Billy jerk his loins over Annette, spraying his seed over her belly, Charles thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, pausing at the entrance to her secret delight, before driving himself deep into her again and again. His thrusting became gradually quicker and the thrusts stronger, for what seemed hours, but was in fact, only ten minutes.

'Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!' she breathed to herself spontaneously, over and over again. She wanted to share the delicious moment with Charles, but couldn't. It was intensely personal. 'Go on! Go on!' she urged him, 'deeper, deeper!'

Charles was thrusting hard into her warm inside lunging in and out with extraordinary vigour accompanied by grunts of effort. Doris sighed loudly, crying out for more, eyes clenched tightly, rolling her head from side to side in a delirium of joy, as she pushed against him in time to his own rhythm. The welcome spasm, as her orgasm splintered her brain with flashing lights, gave her moans of rapture.

Not having reached his climax in Doris, with his cock still straining hard, Charles took up his position between Annette's open thighs. The well-fucked labia were bloated and agape, leaving the dilated vagina open for further penetration. Charles placed the head of his weapon into the wet opening.

Annette moaned with undiluted pleasure as she felt the warm nine-inch column slip into the welcoming folds, stretching them, the free flowing juices lowering any resistance to its journey to the depths of her femininity. As the cock began to slide in and out, with deep thrusts, her moans became more intense. Peter rode her hard and long.

Eventually, with the constant massaging of her vagina by the hard cock thrusting in and out, Annette's felt her loins starting to boil over once again. They twitched and heaved. She knew she was about to come again. What a superb feeling. And it was growing. Growing!

The passion became so demanding that Annette had to claw at her clitoris with her fingers, desperately trying to bring the waves of agonising delight, from the very depths of her being, to the square centimetre under her fingers. The cock ploughed into her without mercy, now battering her depths. It was glorious! It was why she lived! To be fucked hard. Nothing else in life mattered anymore - only the sheer ecstasy of being fucked. Her own hips had started to lurch up and down on the invading shaft, groin thudding against groin, her swollen labia clutching eagerly at the stiffness.

Suddenly, Annette felt the volcano stirring. From the pit of her belly, the eruption came to life. Then, quickly, with an almighty crash it struck her. Her thighs jolted and lurched. She screamed her release as the lava exploded time and again, swamping all other feelings. She was breathless with the sheer intensity of it.

Charles's tension had also mounted in rhythm with Annette's. Slowly increasing as he felt the delicious feel of his cock in her soft, pliant vagina, her cry of passion triggered his own release. The sperm burst from his cock into the depths of her soft vagina.

The guests had formed a circle around Annette, Charles withdrew his smeared shaft and joined the circle, as Peter finally excited the guests by thrusting his throbbing penis into his Annette's vagina, oozing Charles's sperm. It was not long before his hips bucked and jerked. He withdrew in time to allow the guests to watch his plentiful spurts of sperm gushing over Annette's smooth vulva, thighs and clitoris.

Later, when Charles and Annette were in their bedroom, preparing to get into bed after an evening a sheer debauchery, they discussed how effective had been their purchase of the aphrodisiac. Charles was still sporting a decent erection, even after all the exercise it had been given earlier. Opening the two-way mirror to see how the silver-wedding couple were faring, they saw to their amazement, a third person in the room. Doris had joined them and was busy being screwed by Peter, whilst Amelia looked on. Another ambition realised that evening.

In another double bedroom, Helen was having a late foursome, on all fours, being screwed by her son whilst Billy shafted her daughter. The aphrodisiac was still sufficiently potent to provide William and Billy with stout erection to fill the women's vaginas. Kneeling behind her, William teased his mother by edging his prick just inside her vagina, then out again a few times before slipping it an inch further. The hard flesh tested the wet folds of inner dark opening before exploring the next inch. He felt Helen's inner muscles clenching and unclenching, clutching at him, trying to pull him inside. Bit by bit, he allowed his stiffness to inch its way into the warm flesh, until it had sunk effortlessly into her slick passage embedding itself into her up to the hilt.

Helen whinnied with joy as she felt herself penetrated up to her belly, stretching her lips wide. Her fantasies were being realised - and the reality was living up to her eager expectations.

Lying beneath Helen, with her head positioned exactly below Helen's parted hips, Anne was spellbound by the sight of her mother's wet vagina being plundered by her husband's stiff male part, watching engrossed as it eased its way into her secret shrine, whilst Billy had his curved cock deep into her.

When William finally began in earnest to thrust in and out of her, Anne was in the grip of turbulent erotic excitement. The inner lips clutched at William's shaft as it withdrew, as if anxious not to let it go, before it was driven back hard into her again. It was the most mind-blowing, salacious thing Anne had ever seen. Far more exciting than he had imagined it would be.

Helen's eyes were screwed up as if in pain. She cried out "Yes!" every time William thrust into her. The tension at her epicenter grew to a climax as she wailed shrilly, with rapturous ecstasy. Totally absorbed in her own debauchery, she was not aware of Anne's place being taken by Billy, who slid beneath her. William withdrew from her fanny as Billy replaced him.

Pulling away from the vulva, William noticed the dribble of Helen's vaginal emission had trickled over the puckered entrance to her lower passage. He rubbed the juices over it, studying the wrinkled opening, before taking his erect cock in his hand, placing the end against it. The cock edged and nudged into the dark passage bit by bit, the rectum stretching to accommodate the intruder, until he was fully embedded. With joy in his heart, he slowly fucked her superb arse, until the sperm, unwilling to remain dormant for long, rose from deep within him to spurt into her, flooding the nether hole.

Billy was unable to withhold his emission either, and discharged deep at the altar of Helen's secret shrine of love.

Anne was mesmerised by the sight, bringing herself to a rapid, noisy orgasm with stiffened fingers, expert in achieving total satisfaction.

Helen had reached four rapid, almost continuous, shattering orgasms before Billy's harsh gasp heralded his own crisis. She felt him ram hard into her, spurting into the deepest recess of her warm, womanly flesh with several violent, thrusting spasms.

It was an anniversary all would remember. And Christmas wasn't far away!



The Anniversary



We've been out for dinner. I'm wearing a simple dress with a full skirt, black stockings with seams running up the backs of my legs, and stilettos with ankle straps. You were generous with the wine tonight and I'm feeling very relaxed, but you've been careful as you were driving so you're in full control, as always.

We get home, and you take my hand to lead me up the stairs to our room. You close the door, having put the lights on low, so I can barely see. We kiss, and you undo the fastening of my dress, sliding it off me. You realise that my stockings are my only underwear, and smile.

We're standing at the bottom of the bed, and you whisper to me to close my eyes. I wait, listening to you move, trying to decide what you're doing but unable to tell. Then I feel your hands at my ankles, followed quickly by the feel of leather cuffs surrounding them. You turn me round, so I'm facing the bed, and fasten chains from my ankles to the bedposts, spreading my legs wide and making sure that the chains are set so that I can't close them again.

You stand close behind me, kissing my neck. I can feel your clothes brushing against my back, the roughness of your trousers, the cotton of your shirt, and the cold metal of your belt buckle. You put your arms around me, hugging me, then move your hands to my breasts, weighing them up, then squeezing gently before touching my nipples gently with your thumbs. Just as I'm starting to sway into your caress, you stop, and push my back to make me bend forward over the bed, putting my hands out to support myself. Then you move round to my side, take my right hand and stretch me toward the top of the bed. I watch as you pull a leather wrist cuff from beneath the pillow and fasten it on, before using the attached chain to fix my wrist to the top of the headboard. My arm is stretched out so that I can't move it, and my body is at full stretch from the hips. You check the length of chain attaching my wrist to the top of the bed, to make sure that there's no give in it, then place a pillow beneath my stomach to provide support before moving to the other side. Taking my left wrist you attach it in the same way to the top of the bed.

I'm left helpless, unable to move from my position on the bed, which provides you with full access to any part of my body you wish. You ask if I'm enjoying myself, then move to kiss me again, making sure to graze my breast while you're there. Just as I'm losing myself in your kiss you stop, and move behind me. I turn my head as much as I can to try and see what you're doing, just in time to see you walking back to my head with a strip of cloth in your hand. 'Close your eyes' you command, then put the blindfold in place, being careful not to catch my hair in the knot. You move behind me again, smoothing your hand over my bottom, but being careful not to touch anything more intimate.

Then you start running your hands down my legs, holding my thighs at the tops of my stockings. You stand up, so close that I feel your belt buckle against my skin, then move away again, before once more starting to caress my bottom with your hands. This time, when you reach the crease at the top of my thigh you allow your hands to move towards my centre, dipping a finger briefly within me, finding me dripping from the build up of tension in the room. 'Hold that thought' you command, and I am aware of you moving away again. I strain to hear where you are and what you are doing, then realise that you're undressing when I feel your belt laid gently across my bottom, then pulled across so the buckle travels from one side to the other. 'Do as I say, or it will be used harshly here' you say, although we both know that I'm not going to disobey you.

Now you're at my side, and I feel your hands on my breasts again, reaching over and round me so that you can touch both at once. You squeeze them over again, gently at first, then harder, before pinching my nipples, pulling on them till I moan. Then one hand leaves my breast and smoothes over my back, down my spine to my bottom, cupping it gently before finding its way once more to my pussy, dipping in again, but only the tips of your fingers, leaving me trying to move so that I have more of you inside me. Then you leave my breasts completely, moving both hands to my bottom and pussy, one hand pushing into me while the other finds my clit and brushes it oh so gently with the tip of one finger. I'm about to come when you stop, leaving me begging you to carry on.

You move away for the bed, but it takes me a moment to realise, and by the time I do you're already on your way back, with a vibrator in your hand, although I don't know it yet, blindfolded and awash with desire as I am. I feel your fingers at my pussy once more, and then you start putting the vibrator in. It feels so big, and hard that I almost come there and then, but somehow it's not quite enough. Once it's fully in you starting moving it back and forth, a little further and harder each time. I'm trying to push against it but can't get any leverage with my hands tied as they are. Then you push the vibrator fully in, as afar as it will go and switch it on to full without warning.

The effect is electric -- I come immediately, my limbs straining against their bindings as they tense and relax with the waves of sensation flooding through me. I moan, feeling the vibrations send sparks down my nerves so that the soles of my feet feel as though they are burning in my shoes. My back arches as far as it can within my restraints and I feel myself pushing backwards onto the vibrator before I start to relax again.

You give me no respite though; leaving it fully inserted and throbbing deep within me you move away again, and then before it can slip out of my sodden pussy you're back, using some sort of strapping to hold it in place. I feel your fingers at my clit again, bringing me back towards orgasm, but not quite pushing me over the edge. 'My turn' you say. I don't know what you mean till I realise that you've moved onto the bed, kneeling between my outstretched arms. You guide my head, lifting my face up so that my mouth brushes your penis, and command me to lick it. I do so, following your commands as you move within my mouth, sometimes sucking hard, at others relaxing while you thrust, ever further into my mouth until I feel you at the back of my throat. You hold my head hard between your hands as I feel you swelling even more and then you come in my mouth, almost choking me with the force of your explosion. All the while I can feel the vibrator hard against my cervix, bringing me ever closer to my own release.

When you have recovered you move off the bed again, and back down to behind me, teasing my nipples on the way past. You remove the vibrator, ignoring my moan of protest, then briefly caress my pussy with your fingers, before slapping my bottom without warning. I shriek, and you immediately smack me again 'Be quiet' you hiss. Twice more you smack me, before moving away once again.

Then I feel the vibrator against my pussy once more, pushing its way inside me. I am wondering when you are going to turn it on when I suddenly realise that it's a different vibrator. I feel the additional head against my clit just as you press the button to start it up. It's deeper inside than I've ever felt it, and then I feel your hand in the small of my back, pressing down so my back is forced into an exaggerated curve, and my bottom upwards into the air. You experiment with the vibrator, trying slightly different angles until you find the one that has maximum effect on me. You leave the vibrator there, holding it steady until I come.

You turn the vibrator down, so that it's barely buzzing against my clit, and again tie it in place. No matter how I move, I can't get the sweet irritation of my clit to stop, and I'm ever aware of the length of vibrator inside me, although at the moment it's quiescent. Before long, despite the lesser stimulation I am close to coming again, and then I feel your hands on my hips, moving over my bottom again. Just as I start to come you use your hand to smack me again, the pain mingling with my orgasm and sending me higher.

'My turn again. You say, removing the vibrator, and taking hold of my hips with both hands. I feel your prick nudging its way inside me, and push back as best I can to meet you. You're so turned on by watching me that you feel larger than ever before to me. You thrust all the way in in one move, hold there for a moment feeling my internal muscles still twitching with the after-effects of my climax, and then start moving. I feel you move back and forth, every tiny movement feeling huge to my oversensitive body. As you move faster you hold my hips harder, pulling me towards you as you thrust forwards. I can feel you hitting my cervix, but it just turns me on more. This time we come together, and you almost collapse on top of me.

As soon as you recover you pull out despite my protests. These are soon stopped when you once more insert the vibrator, and turn it on to full clit stimulation. Again you tie it in place, then come to my head and command me to lick you clean. Once this is done, I am nearing climax again from the stimulation to my clit, helped by the fact that you have been playing with my breasts while I have been cleaning you. I am so caught up in the building sensations I am feeling in my pussy that I am barely aware when you leave and go to stand behind me again. Then I feel your fingers at my bottom, pushing gently against my anus. I realise that you've got lube on them but am too caught up in my rapidly approaching climax to protest. Then you replace your fingers with a vibrator, a new one I didn't know we had. Slimmer than the others, it is still larger than your fingers, and you start pushing it slowly into my anus, stopping every time I start to tense. Before long it's fully inserted as well, and then you turn it on low. 

Stepping back you watch me move to some unseen conductor's timing, pushing back against the false cocks in both my holes. You gradually turn the vibrator up, stepping back each time to watch the effect on my movements. Finally it's fully on, and I start to come.

Just as I think I can take no more, and have come for the last time that night, you turn the main vibrator in my pussy onto full as well. The slow circular movements it makes push against the vibrator in my bottom, making it feel even bigger and driving me up to another peak. You then remove the vibrator from my pussy, replacing it with your prick but leaving the other in my bottom. Soon, you empty yourself in me, then remove the second vibrator, leaving me draped over the bed.

I am hardly aware of you removing the restraints, and gently undoing my shoes before rolling down my stockings. You help me to crawl onto the bed, and gather me in your arms.

'Happy Anniversary, my wife' you murmur. 



The Anniversary



Sitting in the restaurant you can feel the stares from some of the diners there. Sipping your wine you thank the self confidence you feel and the internal comfort you have thanks to your partner. With their love and guidance you've been able to heal the emotional scars that plagued you several years ago. Before this relationship you could never have been as comfortable and confident as you are now. Your pale pink nail polish glints off the glass of wine as you set it back down on the table. Looking to one side you wink at one of the men looking at you. His embarrassment is seen by his date.

"He'll have some explaining to do!" you whisper to yourself as you smirk.

Closing your eyes and crossing your legs you inhale deeply and relax in the moment. Thinking of how exciting this night is the hours of preparation have been well worth the effort. Just two hours ago you were soaking in the oversized tub up to your neck in perfumed water and inhaling the smell of scented candles. By the time you were finally ready to step out your muscles were so relaxed it was actually hard to stand. After wrapping yourself in your plush white terry robe and walking into the bedroom it was tough to find the perfect nail polish.

"I think I chose a good color," you say looking at your extended fingers as you debate taking a warm breadstick from the table, "It is my favorite."

The pale pink nail polish was applied with great care to both your fingers and toenails. It seems silly now, coordinating your colors like that, but it's the little things that let someone know how special they are. Pulling a compact out of your purse you check your pale pink lipstick. Despite leaving some on the glass it still is perfectly in place.

"Why am I always early?" you ask yourself looking at your watch. 

It would still be another 10 minutes before your date arrives. Sitting up straight in the chair and adjusting the bustier you are wearing you think back to your excitement when you were getting dressed. Everything tonight just had to be perfect. It is such an important milestone after all of the hurdles in your life. The silver and black satin and lace bustier was the obvious choice. The silver portions on the front cuts from just outside your breasts downward in a V making your already trim figure look even thinner. The push up cups and lace trim over your breasts is accented by the lace along the bottom of the bustier and the small silver satin thong. Both make you feel feminine and sexy. 

"I'll see you soon," you say into the cell phone, "I love you too."

These words come easily to many people but how many really mean it? Before this relationship you were positive that you had known what true love really was. Since this relationship you are positive that you had been incorrect in the past. Being together has allowed you the inner strength you've never known before. Checking your face one more time and smoothing your shirt you giggle about the decision to wear it. Some time ago as a kind of joke or even a dare you had bought yourself a man's two piece suit, shirt and tie. All were a little too big but that's half of the fun of the outfit. Trying to button the buttons on the wrong side of the shirt had been a new twist when you pulled it on earlier. The collar is easily 3" too big and even with the blue paisley tie cinched up it hangs loosely around your neck. The navy blue pleated pants, while they are the right length, hang loosely as well around your waist. Of course that alone offers the wonderful excuse to wear the matching tan and blue suspenders that frame your breasts through the shirt. The cuffs hang perfectly around your low heels thanks to the little old tailor you had visited. The looks he had given you were beyond priceless! Finally the entire outfit is topped off with a double breasted navy blue jacket that sits just a little too big on your shoulders.

"Lonnie will certainly be surprised when she sees me in this," you say nervously fidgeting in the chair as you see just her head over by the hostess station, "Considering she'd never thought I'd ever wear it in public."

As she walks towards you your eyes meet. As always whenever your eyes meet your heart skips a beat. Tonight, seeing how she is dressed, it skips twice. Her body like yours is tall and toned. She carries her jacket over her arm as she walks towards you with her typical deliberate stride. Her dress is stunning showing a flash of her left bare silken leg with each step. The halter keyhole front accents her strong shoulders that have supported you for so long and shows just a bit of her cleavage. Wearing her hair up and back only add to her amazing look and give her neck amazing length. The full length satin dress is black with a symmetrical band of white around the top.

"You wore the suit!" She says flashing the smile that warms you to your toes.

"You look amazing as well," you say standing to greet her, "that dress is stunning."

"You haven't seen the best part yet!" She says turning around slowly revealing the low cut back with three buttons at the bottom fitting it to her body. "What do you think?"

"Lonnie you're going to make everyone here jealous," you say leaning forward and kissing her lips lightly, "the men for not being with you and the women too."

"Thank you," she says sitting next to you at the table still holding your hand, "I can't get over how great you look in that suit! And where did you get the hat?"

"It was an impulse buy a couple of days ago," you say tugging the front of the blue fedora that holds your hair neatly inside, "it just seems to fit the rest of the outfit so well. Although tucking my hair into it certainly wasn't as easy as I initially thought." 

"How long did it take the waiter to figure out that you weren't a guy?" She asks smiling brightly.

"I'm sure it was well before he saw the lipstick on my wine glass," you say smiling back and staring into her deep blue eyes, "Would you like some?"

As you pour her a glass of wine the rest of the restaurant disappears. It is now just the two of you. You hold hands like anxious teenagers on a date discovering love for the first time. The only interruption is the waiter who knowing intrudes as little as possible. Even with all of the time spent together your body twitters at her touch.

"You know," she says pulling your hand to her mouth and lightly touching your fingers with her lips, "This place has a dance floor."

"Well," you say emboldened by her mere presence, "I think we should don't you?"

Her reply is a simple smile as you stand and walk behind her chair. Pulling her chair out and taking her hand. Holding her fingertips in yours the two of you weave through the tables to the dance floor. Several more traditional couples are dancing slowly to the music as the two of you make your way to the middle of the floor. As you turn your right hand moves around her tiny waist and onto her bare back. Her left hand clutches your shoulder as your bodies move together with the music. Your bodies sway and move together as your left hand holds your right tight to your chest. You aren't sure if it's the fact that you are lost in the moment or that you simply don't care but for whatever reason you can not see beyond her. Lonnie lowers her head to your shoulder causing her hair to tickle your ear as your head leans towards hers. This isn't the first time you feel lost in her arms as she holds you tightly. Your heart pounds against her arm as the song softly ends. 

As you walk slowly back to the table still holding her hand some of the faces of the other patrons come into view. Amazingly they are not the judgmental faces of the narrow minded but faces or warmth and approval. Can they possibly know how much Lonnie means to you? How much she has changed and bettered your life? Maybe it shows in the way you touch, in the look on your faces as you do, who knows what it is they see but this is certainly the first time you have felt comfortable being a same sex couple out with mixed sex couples. Your friends eventually learned to accept it. For the most part it was the changes they saw in you, your elevated confidence, and the return of your smile that clued them in and made them accept Lonnie and more importantly your relationship. 

The two of you sit and enjoy your quiet meal making small talk and in general just enjoying being together. When dessert comes the two of you share a chocolate brownie covered in whipped cream and warm chocolate sauce. As the time comes to leave the two of you stand and as Lonnie takes your arm you walk out together. Her hand is warm against your right elbow and you can not help but smile as you pass by people who all of a sudden realize that you are not a man in that suit. By the time you walk out the front door the two of you are giggling uncontrollably. 

You escort Lonnie to your car and open the door for her holding her hand as she settles into the seat. The slit in the front of her dress rides up even further showing even more of her leg. Your eyes follow the dress as is rides up until she catches your eyes with hers.

"Want to know what else I'm wearing besides the dress Lisa?" She asks with a smirk and a wink.

"If you want to tell me," you say trying not to blush too deeply, "But you know I'd love to hear."

"Just a pair of shoes," she says smiling wide and playfully pulling the dress up a little more, "And some perfume of course."

Your smile is too big to even consider hiding as you close her door staring at the gleam in her eye. The faint click of your heels follows you around the car and your smile is still very present as you sit in the driver's seat. The two of you exchange a quick look and giggle as you start the car and pull out of the parking space. As you place your hand on top of hers the connection and electricity between you two is undeniable. The drive home is almost a blur as you can only think of what is to come. By the time you pull back into the driveway both of your nipples are so hard they ache slightly and the small satin thong you are wearing is soaked. The two of you meet in front of the car and walk arm in arm into your home.

The desire to tear Lonnie's dress off as you close the front door behind you is almost too much. She walks up to you and embraces you tightly pulling your body to hers. Her kiss is soft and tender in stark contrast to the pull of her hands and arms. Your tongue pushes between your lips and glances against hers.

"Hold that thought lover," she says looking into your eyes, "this is a night to celebrate and you need champagne to celebrate. Have a seat, I'll get it."

You reluctantly break your embrace and walk over to the couch as Lonnie turns towards the kitchen. "Oh," she says as she looks over her shoulder at you, "and don't take off anything. I want to do that myself!"

Luckily you are almost on the couch as her words and look make you feel weak in the knees. Trying to regain your bearing you sit on the couch in a "guy-like" pose with your right ankle over your left thigh showing the matching trouser socks below the cuffed heel of your pants. Lonnie returns shortly afterwards with champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses in one hand and two three wick candles in the other. As she walks into the living room she lowers the lights. She leans forward placing it on the table in front of you and showing just a bit more of her cleavage through the keyhole opening of her dress. Lonnie places the candles on the table and lights them placing them off to the sides of the bucket. Looking up she winks at you as she catches you staring at her breasts. Even though you have lavished those breasts dozens of times with your hands and mouths being caught staring at them now causes you to blush slightly. The pop of the champagne bottle snaps you back to reality. Lonnie pours you each a stemmed glass of champagne and hands one to you as she sits down next to you. The warmth of her leg can be felt against yours as she holds her champagne glass up.

"To you," she says looking at you longingly, "To your bravery, your inner beauty, and your elegance over the past years."

You can't help but smile and blush as you take a sip of your champagne. 

"Well then," you say taking the glass from your lips, "To you as well, for being my friend, my lover, my confidant, and everything else in between from the very beginning."

Lonnie smiles and sips from her glass all the while looking at you. Slowly setting her glass down and stands back up taking your left hand with her. As you rise to your feet she turns and has you follow her around the table to the center of the living room. 

"One more thing..." She says as she presses one finger against your painted lips. Pressing a button on the remote soft music plays from the stereo. "There," she says tossing the remote onto the couch, "That's much better."

Her hands glide along your arms and lightly down your chest following the cut of your oversized suit. Unbuttoning the suit jacket her eyes never leave yours. Your jacket falls open and is pushed open even further as her hands move inside and up your sides. Her hands glance against the sides of your breasts as they move over your shoulders and push the suit jacket down your arms. Shaking your arms free your finger tips touch her forearms lightly following her skin up her arms. The light hair on her arms stands on end showing that she is as excited as you. Lonnie's fingers trace your collar bone through the shirt meeting at your tie. Slowly unknotting it she leans forward and softly touches her lips to yours. 

"I really do like you in this suit," she whispers as her lips graze yours, "you look amazing in it."

"Thank you," you say smiling and glancing your tongue against her lips, "That dress is stunning. You should wear them more often."

"A little much for work," Lonnie says smiling and flicking your tongue with hers, "don't you think? Now help me with the buttons on your shirt."

Your hands move down Lonnie's sides and begin to tug the shirt from your pants. As you look down you notice how well the suspenders that are holding up the pants to your suit frame and accent your breasts through the oversized shirt. For her part Lonnie has already unbuttoned your shirt halfway down.

"Those pants look a little loose," Lonnie says tucking her hands inside the suspenders and tugging them to her, "Almost as if they could fall off with out these."

Lonnie casually slides the suspenders over your shoulders taking the shirt with it. Your arms drop to your sides as the weight of the pants tugs the suspenders and shirt downward. The shirt sleeves slide off your arms freeing them as it falls to the floor. The pants hang loosely above your hips.

"Almost that loose," you say looking back up and deep into Lonnie's eyes, "But not quite."

"That's okay," she says as her fingers move inside the waistband to the pants and slide towards the front, "I can fix that if you can help me out of this dress."

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Your fingertips barely touch the warm flesh on Lonnie's arms as they make their way up to her shoulders and behind her neck. Releasing the simple clasp behind her neck as she releases your pants from your hips the anticipation becomes almost unbearable. You let go of the ends of Lonnie's halter top allowing it to fall below her waist before pulling her mouth to yours. The kiss is almost smothering as she pulls you into her tightly. Your tongues dance and explore each other's mouths deeply. Her hands slide over your body somewhat rougher and around your back to unclasp the black and silver bustier you are wearing. Freeing your arms, but not breaking your passionate kiss, your hands caress the soft flesh of her back on their way to push her dress free of her lower body. With the constraints of the bustier now completely undone the only thing keeping it from falling to the floor is the pressure of your two bodies pushing together. By simply taking half a step back the bustier and Lonnie's dress fall to the floor. Finally your kiss breaks and the two of you step out of your clothes and shoes leaving Lonnie completely naked and you wearing only the small silver thong.

"Wait just one second," Lonnie says pulling away slightly, "We need one more thing." Lonnie turns and grabs several pillows off the love seat behind her and tosses them on the floor.

"Come with me!" You say in the husky voice of desire. 

Grasping her hand and slowly moving down to the floor you positioning her next to you on her back. 

"I love you." Lonnie says looking up at you from the pillow that holds her head.

Leaning downward you kiss her exquisite lips and whisper, "I love you too."

Your body curls next to hers propped up on your left elbow with your right hand on your abdomen. Her skin is soft, warm and inviting to your touch. Gracefully your hand glides up her body until you are cupping her left breast. Lonnie inhales deeply as you fondle her breast. Kissing across her face to her ear your thumb glances over her now rock hard nipple. Your right leg moves between her legs allowing you to feel the radiating heat of her pussy against your thigh. Her left hand moves over your shoulder and down your back grasping the band of your thong.

"You're still overdressed...." She says panting and arching her body at your touch.

"There will be time to fix that," you whisper faintly in her ear, "in a little while."

Lonnie tugs at the band of the thong causing pressure on your pussy and making you moan softly in her ear. Burying your lips into her neck you suck softly and nibble her skin while pinching her nipple with your finger and thumb. Lonnie's body wiggles below you as she gulps in air. Your left hand moves under you and does the same to her right breast while you slowly kiss your way down her neck. Releasing her breast with your right hand and moving it over to the coffee table your fingers find what they were searching for. 

"And just what do you plan to do with that?" Lonnie asks looking at the ice cube in your hand.

Instead of answering you look up and smile as the very corner of the ice cube hovers over her left nipple. The cold gleaming from the cube causes Lonnie to try to pull her body away. As a drop of water falls off the cube and onto her nipple her body jumps and she inhales sharply. Finally touching the cube to her nipple using it to bend the nipple to one side the sound of Lonnie's soft moan makes you smile. Your eyes study her face while you circle her nipple with the corner of the ice cube. Her eyes are closed with her bottom lip sucked into her mouth. Lonnie's head rocks back and forth with the movement of her body to the circling ice.

"Oh my God," she moans louder, "It's sooooo cold!"

"I can fix that lover." You say pulling the ice cube away and lowering your mouth to her cold nipple.

"Ooooo!" She cries pulling your warm mouth harder onto her cold skin.

Slowly moving your body on top of hers and positioning yourself between her legs feeling the heat of her pussy against your abdomen. As she pulls your head into her left breast you move the ice cube to her other nipple and begin to circle it. Once again Lonnie inhales deeply and squeezes her legs around you. You turn the ice cube so that the long edge lies against her breast before flicking it back and forth over the long nipple quickly. Lonnie's long legs wrap around your body and down your legs and her back arches hard as you continue to suck the warmth back into her left nipple.

"Lisaaaa," she moans, "it's so cold it's almost ready to fall off!"

"Well we can't have that," you say lifting your head and looking up at her, "Now can we?"

Before Lonnie has time to answer your mouth clamps down over her right breast. You can feel the coldness of her breast and the trails of water as the ice cube melted against her skin. The fingers from both hands grasp the back of your head pushing your hat off and intertwining in your long hair. Lonnie's feet hook inside of your legs and her pussy rubs against your body. 




The Anniversary



"Do you want me?" You ask releasing her breast from your mouth.

"Always!" She replies squeezing your with her arms and legs.

With a wicked smile and a wink you pop the ice cube into your mouth and return your head to her chest. Before moving down her body you use your tongue and the ice cube to move back and forth between her breasts until both nipples are rock hard again. As you hold the ice cube between your teeth you alternate between gliding it over her skin and kissing as you move slowly down her body. Lonnie's legs release your body and spread in anticipation of your mouth. Taking your time on the way down her body Lonnie's belly button fills with ice cold water while you circle it several times. 

"You are such a tease!" She says as she tries to push your head further down her torso.

Instead of replying you simply flash an ice cube filled smile. Your left hand presses against the back of her right thigh lifting her leg and holding it out to the side. Her eyes hungrily look you over while just below her line of site you cup your right breast and press your own hard nipple against her pussy. Lonnie's hands quickly move down her body and pull open her large pussy lips exposing her hard clit and wet opening. Soon your nipple is coated with her warm juice as you continue to rub it up and down the length of her pussy and clit. Your left hand pushes her right leg off to the side, leaving her thighs spread wide open, and removes the ice cube from your mouth. Holding it over her pussy with your hand the icy water drips from your fingers onto her clit and your nipple.

"OH MY GOD!" Lonnie moans loudly as you rub your nipple quickly around her clit.

Unable to hold out any longer you pop a fresh ice cube into your mouth and quickly lower your head to her throbbing pussy. Your cold tongue licks and explores her pussy working in and out of it over and over again. Lonnie's moans turn to squeals when you replace your tongue with the ice cube. Using your free hand and pushing Lonnie's leg up lifting her butt off the floor so you can slide a pillow under it you continue to rub the push the ice cube into her pussy and over her clit. Lonnie's legs spread wide open allowing you access to everything.

"I need to cum so badly right now!" She cries as she intertwines her fingers in your hair.

You allow the ice cube to fall from your mouth and quickly flick her clit with your tongue. Lonnie's hands hold your head in place while her hips move in time to your tongue. She moans softly as you lick faster in a tight circular pattern. 

"Oh yes!" She cries out, "Right there! Yes! YESSS!"

Lonnie's legs tense against your hands and her fingers grip your head tightly when she cries out. Your lips gently circle her mound as you suck softly gorging yourself on her juices. Releasing her legs then lower onto your back and squeeze you in a semi hug. 

"That was amazing," she says looking down at you between your erect nipples, "When's my turn?"

Without a word you slowly kiss your way back up her body pausing only to pinch her nipples between your teeth and lick them. Her hands are warm against your skin and move over your sides and back as you work your way up. Once again her hands tug lightly at the bands of your thong applying pressure to your dripping pussy. The two of your kiss deeply, your tongues plunging and exploring each others mouths. Lowering your body to hers your arms and legs wrap around each other holding each other tightly, your bodies melt together. Lonnie holds you and rolls the two of you to the side positioning herself on top of you. Your legs wrap around her legs with your feet between her thighs holding her as tightly as possible. When your kiss breaks you try to think of something to say but knowing that words are not necessary.

Lonnie's lips glide over your face to your ears and neck. Her lips and tongue gently touch your skin tickling and teasing you while her hands cup your breasts and push them together. She moves slowly, deliberately, knowing exactly how and where to touch you to bring you the most pleasure. Her tongue traces along your collarbone to the center of your neck before moving downward. Your saturated thong presses against Lonnie's abdomen as she purses her lips and blows cool air on your nipples. With your breasts pressed together Lonnie alternates licks and nibbles between the two.

"Is there any ice left?" She asks looking up at you before dragging her tongue over your left breast.

"Ohhhhhh," you reply closing your eyes and enjoying her attention, "Yes there is."

"Mmmm," Lonnie coos taking the bucket from you, "I think this should do."

Lonnie releases your size C breasts and leans to her right side as you feel the ice cube touch the underside of your right breast. Making a big slow circle around your breast with the thinner side of the ice cube she continues to kiss and lick your left nipple. The icy circles on your right breast get smaller and smaller until she is using just the corner of the ice cube around the outside of your areola. Your hands clutch her arms turning your knuckles white and your legs hold her waist so tightly your inner thighs burn. The ice cube remains in constant contact with your extended nipple as it circles it quickly while chilling you almost to the core. 

"OH Lonnie," you say unable to remain quiet any longer, "It's so cold!"

.

She looks up at you and smirks as if that was the cue she was waiting for to stop. Her lips start at the tip of your nipple and slowly move outward until her mouth engulfs most of your breast. She sucks on it softly at first slowly increasing the pressure and movement of her tongue until her tongue is moving over your nip back and forth and it feels as if she will suck your entire breast into her mouth. Her hand has now moved to your other breast and is now circling your left one with the ice cube as she did before. As the warmth returns to one breast the other one is becoming thoroughly chilled. Lonnie's eyes lock on yours as she continues to suck your breast and begins to flick your other nipple back and forth with the ice cube. 

Your legs move up and down Lonnie's legs and your body wiggles against hers as the ice cube melts against your skin. Finally her left hand puts the ice cube back into the bucket and returns to cup the bottom of your breast. 

"Help me warm this one up." She says pushing your breasts upward and placing her mouth near the near frozen nipple.

"Love to." You reply as her tongue flicks the nip from below.

You move your head down and begin to flick the nipple opposite of her. The feeling of two tongues on your slowly warming nipple is breathtaking. Lonnie lifts her head to kiss you softly on the lips before moving further down your toned body. Her hands lightly touch your hips and her hair tickles your abdomen as she kisses past your belly button. Putting two fingers on each hand into the waistband of your thong and push it upward pulling it tightly over your pussy. Lonnie kisses her way over your soaked silver thong and softly sucks your clit through it. With the material pulled tight and your clit so swollen and hard you can feel her tongue through the thin material. The satin material of the thong offers no protection from the ice cube as well as Lonnie rubs it up and down over the length of your throbbing pussy. 

Lonnie's hands move to your thighs, lifting them and pushing them together, so you can remove your thong. As you push it down past your hips Lonnie pushes your legs upward lifting your butt and lower back off the floor. Pulling the thong towards your knees you pull your lower legs free and allow it to fall to the floor next to your lover who has slid a pillow under your butt and lower back. Your legs fall on either side of her head and your feet on her back allowing your knees to fall apart, spreading yourself for her touch. From the moment your legs part and you feel your pussy lips open to her first touch on your incredibly sensitive skin seems to last forever. The soft touch of her lips deftly kissing your hard clit makes you jump and squeal softly with delight and desire. She alternates kissing and softly flicking your clit with her tongue. It's obvious that she wants to take her time and let your orgasm build slowly.

"Your teasing me," you say looking down at her and seeing a smile in her eyes, "and you love it don't you?"

Her response is to slowly drag the tip of her tongue from the top of your pussy and all the way up your clit. She repeats this again and again with each long lick going quicker then the last until her tongue is quickly flicking your clit over and over again. As your hips begin to move with the motions of her tongue your hands move down your body and into Lonnie's long hair. Unable to run your fingers through her upswept hair you settle for lightly holding her head. Lonnie's hands move from your thighs and up the sides of your body. You moan deeply as she softly sucks your clit into her mouth and uses her tongue to rub it against her smooth teeth. The heels of your feet dig into her back as your body arches in a futile attempt to get more of you inside her mouth. Her fingers move over your breasts and squeeze your nipples between them.

You close your eyes and enjoy the orchestrated movements of her tongue barely noticing her right hand moving away from your body. Lonnie lifts her mouth from your pussy as you hear the ice in the bucket moving.

"No peaking." She says as your head turns towards the sound of the ice filled bucket.

"I knew that ice was a good idea!" You say as you brace yourself for it to come in contact with your burning flesh.

"Who said I was going to use the ice?" As she says this you feel the cold bubbling champagne pouring over your clit and down your pussy and abdomen.

"Oh my GOD!" You reply slamming your clenched hands into the floor.

The cold champagne is licked and sucked from your pussy and clit by Lonnie's tongue and mouth. As she licks it up she adds even more. The bubbling liquid tickles your sensitive clit which is once again being licked furiously by Lonnie's tongue. 

"I'm cummmming!" You cry out spreading your legs as wide as you can.

Lonnie softly sucks on your clit as the sweet fluid pours from your body. Her mouth finally releases it's vampire like grip on your mound and she begins to slowly crawl up our body. She stops near your breasts and takes a quick drink from the bottle of champagne. Placing her champagne filled mouth over your left breast she allows the bubbling liquid to tickle and coat your nipple as she flicks it with her tongue. Champagne leaks from the sides of Lonnie's mouth down your chest and sides. She quickly releases your breast and moves up until her eyes are even with yours. You open your mouth as Lonnie drizzles a mixture of champagne and your own juice into your mouth. As you swallow her lips meet yours and the two of you drink what is left of the tasty mixture. The two of you kiss deeply, your hands pulling her body tightly into yours and your legs wrapping in and around hers. 

"I love you." You say as your kiss breaks and you stare into your lover's eyes.

"I love you too." She replies smiling back at you.

Lonnie lowers her head onto your shoulder and sighs contently. The two of you lay there, just being with each other, before heading upstairs and making love late into the night.



The Anniversary



Lisa had never been with a woman, much less one less than half her size before but Mac had always told her about the fantasy he had. 

They had been together five years now and she wanted to do something special for him. In those years he had not only loved her but taught her to love herself for who she was. Before him Lisa had not believed that anyone could love. much less desire, a woman over 400 pounds but he showed her that her abundant body was both beautiful and desirable. In those years he had fulfilled many of her fantasy's and taught her about passion so she had decided to find someone if at all possible and give him his fantasy.

She knew that she had no desire to pay someone to be with her, it would be just too humiliating, so she began to search on line. Less than a month before there anniversary Lisa stumbled into a mailing group for women who like big women and finally met Jean, a slender 22 year old bisexual woman who lived only 120 miles away and who had serious fantasies about being with a woman three times her size. They talked on line and Jean told Lisa about her fantasies of being squashed and going down on a large woman and that she would not mind if Lisa's husband was there.

Finally they set a date for Jean to come visit without telling Mac they would have company. Friday night when he came home from work he found the house lit by candles that lead him into their bedroom where he saw a sight that both shocked and thrilled him.

Lisa stood in the middle of the room in lacy lingerie, a soft pink baby-doll and thigh high stockings covered her pale skin and her long blond hair flowed down her back. Kissing her was a short, slender, pretty young woman with short red hair and small firm breasts wearing only black thigh highs.

He stood in the doorway watching the redhead run her hands all over Lisa's fat, delicious body. Finally Lisa looked up and smiled at him. 

"Happy anniversary baby." she said, and introduced Jean to him, telling him that she was going to fulfill his fantasy. "The only thing is you have to watch, you can't play with us yet, I am not sure how comfortable I am with that but you never know. And you can tell us what to do like a porn director."

Mac agreed and drew a chair near the bed after taking off his clothes. "You two go on kissing." ordered Mac as he sat back and got comfortable.

Lisa had never kissed a girl before that day and in fact had only kissed a few men in her life. She was surprised at how different kissing Jean felt, her lips were much smaller than Mac's and softer, there was no stubble and Jean started by kissing much more gently than any man ever had. Slowly Jean's kissing got more intense and more passionate and Lisa stopped obsessing about the fact that she was kissing a woman and began to enjoy the sensation.

"Ummm, you two look so hot together, now I want you to take off Lisa's top for her, slowly." Jean reached out and began to trace the lacey edges of Lisa's baby-doll lingerie with one finger, sliding her fingers down the deep V in front and then lightly teasing Lisa's nipples before sliding her hand to the bottom of the light pink silk. She stroked her hand up Lisa's full belly to her huge tits which were four cup sizes larger than her own fine Cs. She let her hands touch the nipples for a moment than lifted the lingerie up over Lisa's head.

"Oh yeah, that's it now tease her nipples Jean, she likes them twisted hard, make her squirm." Mac began to touch his cock slowly, not wanting to come too soon. "I want to see you twist those big nipples."

Jean reached over and pinched each of Lisa's nipples between her fingers and began to twist them. "Harder." he demanded. She twisted and lifted the breasts by the nipples until Lisa began to squirm and sigh. Jean worried at first that she would hurt Lisa's thick nipples and was shocked at how much twisting they took and how much pleasure Lisa seemed to get from it.

"I want to see you suckle on her big boobs, you two get on the bed and see if you can suck each others nipples." 

Lisa lay on her back halfway down the bed while Jean got on her hands and knees over Lisa's head so that her perky little nipples were hanging in front of Lisa's face and so that she could reach Lisa's boobs. Lisa didn't wait to get orders, she had been wondering ever since talking to Jean what it would be like to suck on a woman's nipples, she had sucked her own but it was not the same. Jeans nipples were so different from Lisa's, barely half the size and darker than her own inch thick light pink nipples. 

Jean lifted one of Lisa's big breasts to her lips and sucked the swollen nip into her mouth, she had never sucked on a nipple that was so large and the feel of it in her mouth made her moan and bite down. Lisa squirmed and reached up to grab Jean's other nipple between her fingers and gave it a strong twist. They sucked and bit at each others nipples until Mac told them to stop.

"I want to see you squash Jean, I want you to lay on top of her." Mac told Lisa.

Jean rolled over on the bed and pulled Lisa towards her when it seemed that she would balk at putting her whole weight on the smaller woman. "Do it Lisa, I want to feel all of you covering me, smoother me baby." Jean pleaded.

Lisa carefully crawled over Jean and using her arms for balance lowered herself on to her holding her upper body away from Jean's chest. Jean used both arms to knock Lisa's hands out from under her so that the much larger woman fell on top of her slender form.

"Oh yeah." said Mac as Lisa's fat body nearly hid Jean from sight.

"Yes, like that! It feels so good, I am drowning in you." Jean exclaimed, "Bounce on me Lisa, please move up and down against me, smash me into the mattress." 

Lisa began to do as she was asked, slowly bouncing her body up and down over the slender form beneath her, smashing Jean's breasts flat against her chest and knocking the breath out of her. Jean sighed and moaned while putting her hands on the back of Lisa's head and drawing Lisa's mouth down to meet her lips in a deep kiss.

"Oh God baby, that is so hot, I want to see you sit on her face, make her eat your big sweet cunt." Mac began to stroke himself faster as Lisa pulled herself up, and grasping the headboard, lowered herself onto Jean's face. Jean reached up and spread Lisa's pussy lips and began to lick and suck on Lisa's clit making her bounce up and down and letting Jean catch her breath every so often.

After a few minutes Lisa began to seriously thrash and grind her pussy into Jean's face as she came, flooding Jean's mouth with her juices then rolling off of her and laying exhausted on the bed with her head hanging over the edge.

"Jean don't stop, if you keep at it she will cum and cum over and over, lick that pussy and finger fuck her hard." urged Mac as he moved to sit at the side of the bed next to Lisa. Jean dove between Lisa's legs and spreading her large wet cunt lips open she began to suck on Lisa's throbbing clit while Mac began to twist and pull on Lisa's tender nipples.

Lisa began to howl as Jean worked three of her slender fingers into Lisa's cunt and yet another orgasm caught her up and still Jean licked and fingered her furiously, driving her to three more orgasms before she begged them to stop.

"God that is hot." said Jean, "I wonder what she would do if I worked my entire hand up inside of her?"

Mac took a look at Jean's delicate hands and told her to try it as he moved to stand in front of Lisa.

He placed his cock against her lips, "Suck it baby, I want you to suck me while she fists you." 

Lisa opened her mouth and took Mac's hard cock deep into her mouth as he watched Jean work first three fingers back into Lisa's cunt then a fourth. He thrust his hips toward her and Lisa took more of him into her mouth.

Jean put all four of her fingers into Lisa and began to pump away at her, making Lisa groan around Mac's cock. Mac got hotter and hotter watching his beautiful fat lady going down on him while being pleasured by a tiny little waif a third of her size. In his desire for her Mac pushed his cock deeper into her mouth and thrust faster.

As Jean finally worked her thumb and four fingers into Lisa and let her hand slide deep inside of her Lisa let out a groan and sucked harder on Mac's cock. Jean thrust her hand in and out of Lisa's soaking wet cunt as Mac fucked Lisa's greedy mouth. Finally Lisa began to shutter and shake with another orgasm just as Mac pushed all the way into her mouth and came down her throat, pulling out, he dripped a few drops on her lips.

Jean worked her hand out of Lisa and climbed up on top of her until they were face to face, "Let me taste that." she said as she licked Mac's cum off of Lisa's face and kissed her deeply.

Mac was surprised to realize he had not lost his erection after cumming in Lisa's mouth.

"Your turn to get off Jean, I want to fuck Lisa while she goes down on you." 

Jean slid off of Lisa bulk and laid back against the pillows at the head of the bed and spread her legs. Mac helped Lisa get up and crawl between Jean's legs. "That's it baby, you lick that little pussy for me, make that little girl squirm and cum on your beautiful face." Mac directed as he got behind Lisa and worked his still hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. "My god your pussy is so wet and hot." he said as he thrust into her, pushing her face into Jean's open pussy.

Lisa wasn't sure what to do so she began to do what she liked to have done to her, first she licked from top to bottom over and over and then found the clit and flicked it with her tongue as fast as she could. Jean grabbed Lisa's long blond hair and forced the larger woman's face deeper into her cunt. "Suck my clitty, suck it hard Lisa, please, please Suck as hard as you can." begged Jean.

Lisa did as she was told and clamped her lips around Jean's surprisingly large clit and sucked deeply as Mac's fucking pushed her harder against Jean. She could taste the salty sweet taste of Jean which was more tangy than Lisa's own juices when she licked them off of Mac.

Mac grabbed Lisa's wide hips and pounded deeper and harder at her, making her entire body jiggle and shake. Finally Jean threw back her head and howled as she started to cum and pushed Lisa's face harder against her pussy lips, "Don't stop, oh God, don't stop, suck it, suck my clit hard." She demanded over and over as her little body was shaken by multiple orgasms.

Mac pounded into Lisa a final time and then pushed himself in as deep as he could as his orgasm hit him. 

Mac rolled to one side and pulled Lisa's back against him and cuddled her, Jean crawled down the bed and curled up in Lisa's arms and tenderly kissed her.

"That was amazing." said Mac.

"Jean is staying the weekend honey, wait until you see the bag of toys she brought with her." sighed Lisa as she felt both of her lovers stroking her abundant flesh. 



The Anniversary



I knew you never in a million years expected me to remember that this weekend was the first anniversary of the first time we made love, so I planned carefully. I made sure you had no plans with friends or family. Reservations at our favorite restaurant and the five-star hotel downtown, and for you, an appointment at a nearby day spa for an afternoon of pampering. Thankfully your boss is an old friend and I convince his to give you Friday afternoon off. So now here we are, after the manicure and pedicure, after the massage; after penne ala vodka and chocolate mousse, after the hand-holding and sweet wine-flavored kisses; you are soaking in a luxuriant bubble bath as I make final preparations.

Joining you in the bath (although, not in the tub), I towel you dry, and secure a silk scarf around your eyes, blindfolding you. I lead you to the bed and kissing you gently, ask you to lie back and relax. I stretch your left arm high above your head and use another silk scarf to tie it to the bedpost, at the wrist. A similar fate awaits the right arm as well. I sense you tensing up and whisper in your ear to relax and trust me.

Knowing I would never do anything to hurt you, you relax and allow me to spread your legs and complete my work by tying your ankles to the posts as well. Stepping back, I admire my handiwork, your naked body stretched before me in all its glory. I now dim the lamps and light some mildly scented candles, soft vanilla and lilac, and strip out of my clothes.

I've gathered my supplies on the night stand, and am ready to proceed with my anniversary gift for you. First I slowly draw my fingertips over your body, kneeling beside you on the bed, tracing up your left leg, drawing lazy circles back and forth across your thigh. Keeping to the outside of your leg, I slide up past your hips, trace up your arm to the knots of silk and then back down. My fingertips trace across your neck and up the other arm. Leaning over your prone form, I run the fingertips back down your right arm and all the way to your foot, using the slightest pressure, so far avoiding all the places you want touched most.

You moan softly, "Ohhhhhhh you're going to drive me crazy...."

I move to kneel between your spread legs, my fingers continuing their exploration of your body. Running my touch up the inside of your legs, one hand on each, until they meet at your moist cleft. Still wanting to tease, I slip my fingers just to the outside of your dampened lips, sliding past and up to you naval. I dip the tip of one finger into your bellybutton and swirl it around a little, causing you to giggle and squirm a little bit on the bed. At least as much as your bonds will allow.

Leaning forward, I plant a soft tender kiss on your naval, my tongue sliding out to swirl around, as my fingers move up to your breasts, following their contour around and out until they reach your arm pits, and then on up your arms again. The stretch to reach your hands with mine causes me to lie out full upon you, my hardening cock presses against your belly causing you to moan again, "Ohhhhhhh!"

I kiss you deeply, our tongues dancing, and then climb off the bed as your hips press up against me. "Mmmmm come back," you plead. I assure you I am not going anywhere, standing beside the bed, deciding what 's next. I reach into the bowl I have placed on the nightstand and grab an ice cube. Bringing it to your lips, I watch as you flick your tongue out and suck the ice. Then, I run it down over your chin, down your neck and to your breasts. 

Ever so slowly, I draw circles around your nipples, first one then the other, over and over, back an forth, until the cube is all gone. Grabbing another, I continue downwards, pausing to let a puddle form in your bellybutton, and licking it up. Down again the ice travels, tracing through the finely trimmed patch of hair just above your sweet pussy, then down and around the sensitive lips. Down and up, one side then the other, still not touching them. Until . . .

I slip the remains of the cube slowly into your hot, wet cunt.

As I watch the melting ice run from your lips, I grab another cube and gently trace it up and down your pussy lips, pausing to rub your hard little clit on each pass. As the ice leaves your clit, I lean over and blow lightly on it. The cooling sensation causes you to shiver, until I slip the last of this cube where the last one disappeared, and select my next 'tool'.

Grabbing the vanilla scented candle I've been burning, I raise it over your stomach and slowly pour a little of the melted wax onto your belly. You inhale between clenched teeth and your stomach shudders. As you pull against your bonds, I take another ice cube and sooth the recent burn. Glancing up and down your beautiful body, I move the candle and then . . .

A thin line of hot wax down your left thigh, . . .

Followed quickly by another on the right, . . .

Followed by ice.

Once again I return to your naval, and fill the shallow pool of your belly button with hot melted wax, and apply the ice quickly to sooth the burn. Then it's on to your lovely breasts. The nipples, still extremely hard from the ice earlier, are calling out for the hot molten liquid of the candle. I pour wax over them in turn, first the right, then left, and again.

With each pass back and forth, the wax spreads further and further out your breasts, until they are both fully covered. With no more melted wax left, I grab fresh ice cubes to harden the wax, and slowly pick and peel it off your body. Your breasts I clear in one solid piece, having plans for that mold later.

With your body free of wax and fully excited from the second pass of ice, I grab a jar of honey from the nightstand. Slowly I drizzle some of the sweet amber liquid across your lips, allowing you a quick taste before leaning over and kissing it away. I drizzle here and there, always leaning over and licking it up.

Again, your hard nipples seem to call to me and I coat them liberally with honey before sucking them one by one into my mouth, cleaning off all the sticky mess. Next, a thin short trail down across your stomach, again filling your naval, which my tongue and lips follow all the way to your dripping wet snatch. 

I liberally cover your mostly bald pussy with honey before laying between your legs and licking up your thighs. Reaching back, I loosen the bonds on you ankles, allowing you to raise your legs, just enough so that I can slide my arms around your thighs. Diving right into the sweetest, wettest pussy ever, I run my tongue in circles around your clit, then up and down your tender lips. As I reach the bottom I slip the tip inside, tasting your sweetness in addition to the honey.

I continue my oral attack on your pussy until all the honey is gone and you are trembling under my tongue. Then my tongue slips down to your puckered asshole, and quickly laps up any remaining honey there, before slipping into your back door. Pulling your ass cheeks apart, I continue to tongue worship your 'darkstar' as my fingers twist and tease your nipples.

Sensing you're ready for the next step, I kneel back up between your thighs, spreading them as far as they can go with the scarves holding your ankles, and lean in and kiss you again, whispering in your ear, "Are you ready to cum for me baby? Ready for the final act?"

You can feel my steel hard cock rubbing over your pussy lips and try to buck your hips to get it inside. I grab your hips and align my throbbing cock with my favorite hole, slowly slipping it in your tight ass. Gently but firmly, I continue to push forward until you can feel all 7 inches of it buried deep. For a minute, I merely sit and flex my cock in your ass and then . . .

I slowly stroke it in and out. Setting a steady rhythm, I reach back into the bowl on the nightstand and grab my final trick. Again you feel the cool wetness of ice crossing your skin, first your nipples, then down your sides, along the underside of your breasts, down to your clit. A few quick little circles around it, and back up to circle your nipples. 

You are straining against your bonds now, your tongue out, wanting to suck on it. So, I oblige and you are shocked to taste cherry. As you pull more and more into your mouth, you realize that I have a cherry Popsicle. As the realization comes across your face, I move it back down to your pussy and tease your clit again. Then, pausing my cock-stroking in your ass, I slowly slide the frozen psuedo-cock into your tight cunt.

After you come back to your senses, I slowly begin rocking both my hips and the Popsicle, double fucking your ass and pussy, one with my hot cock, the other with the frozen treat. The heat of your cunt quickly melts most of the Popsicle and since we don't want any splinters, I bring the rest to your mouth and let you finish it as I slide my cock out of your ass and into your pussy.

The change in temperature, from your hot, tight ass, to the chilly confines of your iced down pussy, sets me going and with a few short quick thrusts, I announce that I'm cumming as I blow my wad into your sweet cherry flavored cunt, triggering another orgasm for you. I thrust and thrust, and shoot and shoot until I lay exhausted across your body, my hard cock still buried inside you.

I kiss you tenderly and reach up to untie your wrists, allowing you to embrace me. I slowly pull off the blindfold, kissing your eyelids and then once again on your lips, and we drift of to sleep, as I whisper in your ear, "Happy Anniversary, Darling." 



The Anniversary



Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Colleen Thomas whose work has been such an inspiration to writers on this site. I didn't know her personally, but perhaps to know a writer's work is to know her as she wished to be known. In that case, I can claim more than a passing acquaintance.

This story is not somber. I doubt she would have wanted it so. Her own work was anything but. It was playful and passionate, an unfailing celebration of life. One can only wish there had been more of it.





The Anniversary



She had dropped one arm and picked up the other. She hummed softly under her breath as she worked, gliding over my muscles, which were now loose and quiescent. They seemed quite happy to yield to her gentle touch. When she was done, she turned me around gently and began to knead the muscles in my shoulder. She was a couple of inches shorter than me and I could feel her breath tease the base of my neck like a summer breeze, gentle but impossible to ignore.

"So tight," she whispered, her voice soothing, almost hypnotic, "All knotted up. Did I work you too hard, sweetheart? ... Just relax, baby."

Sweetheart? Baby? My mind was whirling with confusion. I had never heard those terms of endearment from her lips ... for any of us. She was not the sort who scattered "honeys," "darlings" and "munchkins" in the direction of every acquaintance. But perhaps she didn't mean anything by it. Maybe it was the concern that spoke, the concern that softened her voice. And her hands ... they felt so good. I could feel the stress of a hard day in the pool, the tightness in my muscles melt under her magical touch. My head fell back onto her shoulders almost of its own volition, my midnight hair trailing along her back.

Her hands slid along the curves of my shoulders and then under my arms. I felt them at the same time - her fingernails raking softly across the skin of my breasts and her lips tasting the pulse in my throat. I moaned, no longer able to contain my hunger for this woman who was teasing me into mindbending arousal. My lips fluttered helplessly, trying to form the words for what I felt, for what I wanted, for what I, small town catholic honor student in the big city, should really want. 

"Karen ..." I finally managed, in a throaty whisper that I didn't even recognize as my own.

"Shhh..." she cooed, her voice smooth as silk, "I know what you want. I know what you need."

At that point, I had no doubt that she did. Her hands had cupped the soft peaks of my breasts and were gently squeezing them into raging ecstatic life.

"I know you want this, sweetie," Her voice was relentless. "You've been making eyes at me for weeks."

I felt a momentary flicker of shame for having been so obvious before it was replaced by a flood of relief. My heart was singing at having been found out ... my heart and other parts of my body over which I no longer had control. My knees had turned into jelly and my thighs were trembling as though I had just swum 40 laps. It was all I could do to stay upright. She had trapped my nipples between her fingers and was squeezing them rhythmically. My nipples were pulsing as though a tiny heart beat in each. Could I cum just from having my nipples teased? At that moment, it seemed possible. I was a breath away from drenching my pussy with my juices. She sensed my eagerness, my desperate hunger.

"Have you ever been with a woman before, Justine?" she whispered, her lips so close to my ear that her breath tickled my earlobe.

"No," I slurred.

I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her fingers tighten on my nipples. I had taken her by surprise. She hadn't expected that last revelation.

"Oh, baby ..." she moaned, "I want to be your first. Pleeaaase ..." she ended in a little girl voice, thin, wheedling.

She seemed to think that I had some sort of choice at this point! I felt her teeth trap the flesh of my throat in a playful little bite. She seemed to want to eat me alive... And I ... I wanted to be eaten alive...

"Oh, God, yesss," I gasped, "Please ..."

She spun me around and stepped forward until my back was against the wall and her body plastered to mine. The water was drumming on her shoulders. Her fingers slid down my wet flank and across my mound to alight on my pussy. Her touch was feather light, so brief and so fleeting that I almost thought I had imagined it. Then, one forefinger dipped into the wet grotto of my sex and slid upwards, splitting me open from stem to stern. The soft moan that issued from my mouth was sucked into her lips as she captured mine in a kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. When she finally broke contact, I was panting. She smiled at me softly before slithering down my body to drop to her knees in front of me.

She pushed my legs further apart until I was completely exposed, her eyes at the level of my wet, swollen cunt. My engorged clit had emerged from its fleshy hood and stood erect and quivering, aching for some contact to put it out of its misery of need. She delicately gripped each petal of my cunt between a thumb and forefinger and peeled me fully open. The entrance to my cunt was pulsing, narrowing and widening to the rhythm of my hunger. I felt a blush creep across my cheeks. No one had ever regarded me with the unremitting passion, the unapologetic intensity with which she was looking at me now. Her lips moved as if in prayer. When she raised her face to look at me, her eyes were glazed over with lust. I was glad I had the wall behind my back. At that point, I didn't trust myself to stay upright.

"You are beautiful," she whispered. And I did feel beautiful then, as I saw myself through her eyes, which had drifted back to the wet folds of my cunt.

She placed the tip of one forefinger against the opening of my sex and slowly ... ever so slowly ... slid it all the way in upto the last knuckle. That excruciatingly tender violation drove the air out of my lungs. She was wiggling her finger inside my tunnel experimentally.

"You're so tight," she marveled. "You haven't been used much, have you?" she teased, "Don't you fret. We're going to set that right."

She withdrew her finger until only the very tip was lodged inside my leaking hole and then drove it in again, quicker this time and more powerfully. She quickly built up a rhythm while I moaned my desperate raging need for her. A second finger joined the first and they began in tandem to gently massage a spot on my inner wall that flared into life. She was driving me insane. My limbs had begun to jerk spasmodically and she could see from the panic in my eyes that I was close ... very close.

She sensed that I was holding back. And I was. I had never had an orgasm in the arms of another person, man or woman. I was frightened by the searing intimacy of losing control, of surrendering my pleasure to another ... even her. She got back to her feet, her fingers still working inside my cunt. She drew my head gently down to her shoulder.

"Its okay, sweetheart," she whispered softly, "let it go."

And I knew then, listening to her voice dripping into my ear, that it was okay ... okay to yield my body to her, to let my pleasure rock me in her arms. I would be safe. She felt my body relax, my muscles soften against hers and she flicked her thumb across my clit. That was all it took. I was finished.

It was a long time before I regained some semblance of self control. I was still slumped against the wall, my lean frame shuddering in the aftershocks of my release. She gently washed my body and then dried me, running the thick fluffy white towel over my quivering limbs in a gentle caress. She held the towel between my legs for a long time as if to staunch a wound. And I had been wounded ... in the most delicious way possible. I knew there would be no turning back.

She held me tenderly, pressing her length against mine, her embrace at once reassurance and consolation.

"Come home with me," she whispered.

"Home." I rolled the word on my tongue slowly, tasting it. It held such comfort, such promise. The flavor of domesticity and unbridled lust. At that moment, for her, I would have gone to the ends of the earth. Of course, I would go "home." 

Take me home, baby ... and then take me apart.





The Anniversary



"Please ..." she whispered.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please ... fuck me. Don't tease me, Justine ... please. Just finish me."

I felt my pussy throb as she said those words and a fresh flood of juice dampened the soft leather plastered against my cunt.

"Of course, baby," I whispered gently, "Anything you want."

I gripped the slippery shaft in my fingers and placed the swollen head against the slick, pulsing mouth of her cunt. And then, I fed it ... slowly, lovingly ... into her depths. She moaned like a stricken animal. And I was just about to give her more. I withdrew until barely an inch was buried in her passage and then drove in, driving the air out of her lungs. I found my rhythm quickly. I could get used to this, I thought, as I watched my baby go to pieces as her pussy was plundered. On each downward plunge, as I buried myself to the hilt in her cunt, the slick surface of the leather skated along the surface of her clit wrenching a gasp, almost of pain, from her throat. It didn't take long for her to explode around the cock buried in her pussy. I held her as she jerked, her eyes glazed over with lust, soft little noises leaking from her mouth. It was a long time before she was still. And then I resumed.

Her eyes snapped open, the expression in them one of disbelief. I smiled at her sweetly.

"You didn't think I was done, did you?" I asked her softly.

No words issued from her lips, which were trembling helplessly. There was something akin to panic in her eyes. 

"I'm not done yet, baby, not by a long shot," I hissed, "I'm going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you will walk bow legged for a week. And as for swimming, coach ... for a while, all of us girls are going to whip your sweet little ass in the pool."

She sobbed as I dripped those words softly into her ear and then her hips began to move. She was sliding up and down the shaft buried in her cunt. She wanted more. That night, she got it. When I got up to leave, she was still strewn across the bed, a sodden well fucked mess, her eyes vacant, her lips softly parted, her breasts quivering deliciously as an occasional tremor racked her frame. She had been one hot little fuck.





The Anniversary



The first Sunday of every month sees me playing the part of my wife's slave. Usually it lasts about an hour and then we both go back to our normal roles, completely sated. But this Sunday was different. It marked our fifteenth wedding anniversary and my wife had decided to take things a bit further.

My wife stood over me, bending forward slightly and reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart. I love her ass and she knows it, taking every opportunity to taunt me. She started the session with a PVC basque and skirt combo, but the skirt had been discarded by now, leaving me an unimpaired view of her inviting cheeks, tight hole and swollen, dripping pussy. 

Finally she lowered her body onto my face and granted me permission to use my tongue on her ass. I greedily lapped at her hole and felt my cock twitch as I pushed the tip inside her. She groaned as she felt my tongue penetrate her and pushed her ass down harder onto my face.

"Yes slave, get your tongue deep in there, lick my gorgeous ass....you fucking love it don't you?"

She allowed me to worship her in this way for several minutes, occasionally grabbing my straining cock and giving it a few vigorous strokes. Her special reward for the way I had brought her off with my tongue during the session, before she had ordered me to lay on my back and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.

"Are you ready to cum yet slave?" She asked, lifting her ass of my face to let me gasp out an answer.

"Only if it pleases you Mistress." I managed to get out before her cheeks were pressed against my face again, my tongue buried as deep as it would go into her beautiful ass.

"Good answer slave."

She allowed me another minute of heavenly ass-licking, but increased the pressure on my cock.

"Listen to me slave, in a minute I'm going to allow you to cum...and as this is a special occasion I'm going to allow you to cum inside me."

I groaned my appreciation into her fleshy cheeks as she increased the speed of her fist around my meat.

"Hmm..." She mused to herself. "...pussy or ass... pussy or ass... pussy or ass...."

I was getting close to losing it and she knew it.

"....I know which you'd choose slave, you dirty little cumslut....are you ready to cum for me?"

"If it pleases you Mistress."

"Not long now slave."

She pulled herself off my face and slid down my body, her pussy leaving a wet trail over my chest and stomach. She held my cock and slowly slid it between her ass cheeks, I felt the head dip slightly into her tight hole and wondered if she was really going to let me empty my balls into her ass. She groaned again as she felt the pressure on her puckered hole, but she was only teasing me and she let out a small giggle as she pulled my cock forward and I slid easily into her sodden pussy. I was torn between utter frustration and total ecstasy, but knew better than to let it show.

"Mmm, slave, can you feel how wet I am?"

"Yes Mistress." I gasped as she squeezed her cunt muscles around my cock. I was on the edge now and I didn't know how much longer I could keep my head. Finally I heard the words I was desperate to hear.

"I want you to cum slave, cum for me NOW."

Mistress pumped her body up and down and within seconds I was pumping my spunk deep into her silky, wet hole. I strained against my bonds as I emptied everything I had into her, she kept pumping until she was absolutely sure I was spent and my wilting cock slipped from her pussy. Quickly she lifted herself off me and turned around, my cum was already visible between her lips and I knew what was coming next. She knelt over my face and positioned her cum filled pussy over my mouth.

"Open your mouth slave.."

"Yes Mistress."

I watched my cum drip slowly from her beautiful, stretched pussy. Some of it went in my mouth but most of it landed on my chin. When the flow stopped, Mistress dropped herself onto my face and moved her pussy backwards and forwards covering my face with a mixture of her juices and my spunk. Then she moved so that her cunt was directly over my mouth.

"Lick me clean slave."

I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her juices and my tangy cum. I was in heaven.

"Open your eyes slave, I want to you to look at me as you clean my spunk filled cunt..."

I opened my eyes and looked straight into hers as she continued.

"You're lucky it's only your spunk you have to swallow...although that may change in time. I bet you'd love to watch me get fucked by 3 or 4 massive cocks and then sit on your face so you could swallow it all. Maybe I'd make you suck their cocks clean too.. in fact, maybe you ought to practice."

She smiled sweetly at me and leaned over to the bedside table, stretching slightly to reach the dildo that stood on it's end there.

"Mmm." She said as raised her body off my face and slid the 8in dildo into her soaking pussy.

She pulled the toy out and I can see that it was coated in spunk and pussy juice, retrieved from deep inside her gorgeous pussy.

"Open wide slave."

I obediently opened my mouth and she slid the fake cock in-between my lips, quickly reminding me to keep my eyes open as she watched me suck the cum covered 'cock'.

"Good slave." She said after the fourth time I cleaned her dildo. "I think you must have got every drop of that huge load now."

"Thank you Mistress." I said, expecting that the session was drawing to a close.

Unusually, Mistress then got off the bed and walked around a little, as if undecided about what to do next. I was a little confused, as our sessions usually finished in pretty much the same way every time.

"Slave."

"Yes Mistress." I replied, slightly hoarsely.

"Are you disappointed...?"

"No Mistress." I responded, wondering what she was talking about.

"I mean, are you disappointed that I didn't allow you to cum in my ass?"

Well...of course I was, but there was no way on earth I was going to tell her that!

"I respect your decisions Mistress. I'm sure you know what's best for me."

Mistress smiled. 

"That's a very good answer slave...but I don't quite believe you."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, if anything.

"Beg me to untie you slave."

I did as she asked and she moved to the bed as if to untie my restraints.

"I will untie you slave, but this session has not finished. It will continue until I tell you otherwise...do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

The rest of Sunday passed without incident, after we got cleaned up we watched a film and then went to the pub for a drink. When we went to bed she kissed me goodnight and reminded me that I was still under her control. I asked what she meant exactly and she said that I was to do whatever she said and that I was certainly not free to masturbate, until she told me that the session was over. I lay awake for a while wondering where this might be heading, before drifting off to sleep.

Nothing more was said until Monday night, when Mistress told me that I was to go down on her before she went to sleep. No great hardship there for me, as I adore doing that anyway. After making her cum very hard, my cock was like steel. But after stroking it a couple of times she decided that it was time to go to sleep. She waited for me to object, but I was a bit too smart to fall for that. Instead I kissed her goodnight and wondered how long it would take me to get to sleep with my cock in such a state!

Tuesday was a long day. She sent me an email reminding me that I was still under her control. As if I'd forgotten or something. Fat chance! About 9PM we were sitting together on the sofa, she was laying back with her feet in my lap watching TV. As the programme we were watching finished, she flicked the TV off and lifted he legs up a little.

"Take my socks off."

I peeled her little socks off and put them on the arm of the sofa.

"Worship my feet."

I didn't need to be told twice. I love worshipping Mistress' feet and eagerly kissed them all over and swirled my tongue between her toes.

"You love my feet, don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress." I replied between kisses.

"I bet your cock's hard now isn't it slave?"

"Yes Mistress." I said, hoping she was about to do something about that.

"Show me."

I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my rock-hard length. Mistress rubbed it with her feet for some time.

"I bet you'd like to shoot your cum all over my feet wouldn't you slave?"

"Yes." I gasped.

"Yes, what?" She pressed her toe nails into my cock, making me wince.

"Yes Mistress." I corrected myself quickly.

"That's better." 

She continued teasing my shaft between her feet for a while before getting off the sofa and kneeling on the floor. She pulled my trousers and boxers off leaving me naked from the waist down. Then she leant forward and ran her warm, wet tongue over my balls and up the length of my cock. I looked down at her through half closed eyes, enjoying the feel of her tongue on my cock. She slipped her mouth over the tip of my cock and took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, then I felt her tongue protrude from underneath my cock and flick against my balls. She threw her head back off my cock, taking in a gulp of air and her hand closed around my cock and balls from beneath, and behind my sack. She squeezed tighter, her hand moving forward slightly to tighten my ball-sack. Then she dipped her head forward and dragged her teeth over it, before releasing it and dragging her nails up and down my cock.

"Let's get your cock nice and red." She said. "I like it when it's nice and red."

She continued to punish my cock with her nails, alternating this with warm, swirling flicks of her tongue.

"Don't you dare cum." She said as she started pumping my cock hard and put the tip in her mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cheeks hollow. She continued this for some time, her free hand having worked it's way between her legs and under her skirt. Groaning with pleasure as her fingers worked her clit until she was so close. Suddenly, perhaps sensing that I was getting to the point of no return she stopped pumping and straddled my lap. Her skirt rode up around her waist as she rubbed herself against me, the cotton of her panties giving her just enough friction on her clit to push her over the edge. She was kissing me as she came hard, her body flexing as her sodden panties rubbed against my cock, offering some stimulation but no relief.

When she had her breath back my wife asked me if I enjoyed that?

"Yes Mistress." I said, aware that my cock was still twitching frustratedly.

"Good." She said, as she lifted herself off my lap. "I'm going to have a shower....don't you dare touch that." She said, pointing at my aching shaft. "Maybe if I'm feeling kind later, I will take care of it....or maybe allow you to."

I opened my mouth to object, but Mistress gave me a look that said 'I wouldn't do that if I was you'.

I sighed loudly and she smirked as she turned to go upstairs. "Maybe tomorrow then..."

Damn it!!

On Wednesday I got home to find her doing an exercise video in a vest and lycra shorts. I turned to shut and lock the front door, and when I tuned back she was standing still with her hands on her hips.

"On you knees slave." She said sternly.

I dropped my work bag and complied immediately, hoping that she would finally allow me to cum. She walked slowly towards me and pushed her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties and she stood right in front of me, turning round slowly, just inches from my face. My cock was already hard, even before she peeled her ass cheeks apart with her hands and bent forward.

"You want to lick my ass don't you slave?"

"God yes... please, Mistress..." I begged.

I heard her give a quiet laugh, before telling me to get my cock out. I did so and she reached back between her legs and started to rub it vigorously. 

"You may lick my ass, slave...but you are NOT allowed to come. If you start to cum I will let go of your cock and you will not be allowed to touch it until you have finished coming. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I groaned, hopeful that this was merely a temporary delay.

"You don't want me to ruin your orgasm like that do you slave?"

"No Mistress."

"Well then, you'd better do as I say hadn't you slave?"

"Absolutely Mistress."

"Well as long as you understand, then begin." She said and I pushed my tongue eagerly between her cheeks savouring the taste of her sweaty skin and musky asshole. 

Her fingers and nails abused my swollen cock as I struggled to avoid coming as I ploughed her ass with my tongue. Maybe, just maybe, if I could get through this then she would let me come properly, even if she made me lick it up, it had to be worth it.

Mistress tried everything, but I was determined not to drop the ball this time, even when she started playing head games with me and told me to imagine licking my cum out of her ass I somehow managed not to come. Fortunately Mistress' legs got tired before my tongue fell off and she let go of my cock and straightened up, turned around to face me and put her hands on my shoulders, her strong scented pussy inches from my face again.

"Well done slave. I'm pleased with you...."

"Thank you Mistress." 

"Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"Only if it pleases you Mistress." I offered. I really didn't want to screw this up now!

"Hmm...come with me."

Mistress led me up the stairs and into our bedroom. She told me to strip and then quickly fitted a rubber cock ring, admiring my swollen purple cock briefly before telling me to sit in the chair and tying my wrists and ankles to it with some rope. Then she took her vest top off and climbed onto the bed. In all the years we had been together my wife had never masturbated in front of me, and I must have had my mouth hanging open as she worked herself over with her fingers and her dildo. How I didn't blow my load when she lay on her side, close to the edge of the bed, and first peeled her cheeks apart and then slowly eased her dildo into her tight asshole as she looked over her shoulder at me I will never know.

It must have been nearly 40 minutes until she finally allowed herself to cum, and then she lay on the bed exhausted for another five or so. Eventually she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Did you enjoy that slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." I said, aware that my cock was still rock hard and praying that she would now let me cum.

"Good. You should feel very privileged that I allowed you to watch me do that."

"I do Mistress, it was fantastic."

She climbed off the bed and come over to where I was sitting. She circled the tip of my cock with her finger and then slid it into my mouth. I could taste her juices and my cock and I looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Does my little slave want to cum now?"

"If it pleases you Mistress." I said, hardly able to believe I had managed to keep my cool.

"Mmmm." She said, putting on foot on the arm of the chair and giving me a good look at her swollen pussy. Her hand slid between her legs and she trailed a finger between her pink lips, before offering it to my mouth. I gratefully sucked on her finger, tasting her beautiful cunt on my tongue. Then she bent down and released the cock ring, I winced as the blood flow returned and the momentary stinging receded, I always hated that bit, though I loved how hard the loop of rubber made my cock when it was on.

Mistress untied me and told me to get on the bed on all fours. I did as I was told and I saw her move around the bed and retrieve her 8in dildo. Then I felt her applying lube lo my ass and her fingers working it into my tight asshole. Then she stuck the dildo in my mouth and told me to:

"Get it wet, you know where it's going.

I conjured up every last drop of saliva I could to coat the dildo and she removed if from my mouth and worked it into the crack of my ass. I felt the head press against my tight hole and I gasped as she slowly but forcefully pressed it into me. I gritted my teeth as I felt the big rubber dildo stretch me and as she eased the dildo in she reached under me and started pumping my cock. Within a couple of minutes she was in a steady rhythm, fucking my ass with the dildo while pumping my cock with her free hand.

I knew that I couldn't hold back for too much longer, but I tried so hard. But Mistress was not to be denied and she pumped harder at both ends, until I, acknowledging defeat and hoping for mercy, blurted out that I couldn't hold it any more. Mistress grinned wickedly and pumped still harder, but the moment she saw the first string of cum fly from my cock she released her grip and the dildo was wrenched from my ass with a small pop.

My cock twitched in the air, frustrated by the lack of friction, as my cum slowly seeped out and gathered on the sheet below. Without the stimulation of her hand I felt almost nothing and I heard her moan, knowing that she had just displayed her total domination over me by ruining the orgasm I had waited so long for. I sneaked a look to the side and saw her watching me, her fingers rubbing her clit furiously as she enjoyed her utter power over me.

When my cock started to soften she reached out and oh-so-slowly milked every last drop of my spunk out onto the sheet below. She knew only too well that the pleasure zone had passed and I was feeling almost nothing from this. Then she slid the dildo into the pool of spunk beneath me and twirled it around, coating it with the sticky mess. Then she told me to lick it clean. Feeling utterly weak and completely subjugated, I opened my mouth and accepted the rubber cock into my mouth and feebly cleaned my cum off it with my tongue. 

"Oh dear slave.." Said Mistress. "..looks like you failed the final test, we'll just have to start over."

I clenched my fists in frustration, and begged her not to put me through all that again. In response she told me to sit up and got on the bed in front of me. I looked down at her dripping wet pussy.

"Make me cum and I'll think about letting you off the hook." She said.

I eagerly dropped down and began worshipping her sodden pussy with my tongue. I easily slid three fingers into her dripping hole and my little finger into her asshole, swirling them rhythmically as my tongue went into overdrive on her clit. Within a couple of minutes Mistress was holding my head tightly, bucking against my face and crying out as she had a massive orgasm. When she calmed down I gently licked all the juice off her pussy lips and her inner thighs.

After a few more moments Mistress finally opened her eyes, and looked down at me.

"Very good slave, your tongue has served you well."

"Thank you Mistress." I said, my own breathing barely back to normal.

She closed her eyes again for a few seconds, deliberating on my fate. When she opened them again she finally said the words I was hoping to hear.

"End of session."

I sighed with relief and kissed and licked at her still slippery pussy lips passionately and with genuine gratitude.

Later Mistress told me that she had used a condom on the dildo that she had fucked me with, and that my willingness to obey her order to clean it even though I hadn't known this had been the deciding factor in her letting me off the hook. But she left me in no doubt that I shouldn't always expect to be treated so kindly.



The Anniversary



February fourteenth, nineteen hundred and eighty three. That day marks the wedding day of my wife Jill and I. It also marks the wedding day of my best friend Marks wedding to Mary. My name is Jeff. Twenty five years ago last Valentine's Day four people that grew up together, were always best friends, held a joint wedding ceremony in a small town in the upper Midwest. As the years went by we went our separate ways, Jill and I to the west coast, Mark and Mary to the east coast. Over the years we always managed to stay in touch with each other but had never got together again. That changed on our twenty fifth wedding anniversary and it will forever be a day to remember!

Before I tell you the details, let me tell you about the four of us. I am a forty nine year old six foot tall male that still feels like I'm the same twenty three I was that day we got married. Jill is my age and is still the striking five foot ten inch raven haired beauty that she was all those years ago. Our sex life over all these years of marriage has been nothing short of fantastic. We've never been afraid to share our wants, our needs and our fantasies. Living in southern California has helped us achieve many of those fantasies and has kept our lives together exciting to say the least. From talking to Mark over the years, he hasn't fared as well as I have in that department, but he still tells me that he and Mary have had a good sex life together. Not great, just good. Mary is a bit of a prude when it comes to sex, Mark tells me. All those years ago Mark was a big six foot two monster of a man. He tells me that not much has changed and promises that when we do get together I'll know it's him! Mary was quite the opposite. Maybe five foot two at best, she was a tiny little thing but still a gorgeous woman. Bright red hair topped of a face that would make the heart melt of any sane man. And those breasts! They would give any sane man an instant hard-on! Mark tells me she's still the same old Mary. 

Mark and Mary live in Maine and have always found the north country to their liking but have longed to come and visit us in California. For the past five years we've planned for them to come out here so the four of us could celebrate our twenty fifth anniversary together just as we'd talked about on the day we all got married. The day has finally come.

Jill has been planning for this day for over a year. No stone has been left unturned. Red roses are to be delivered on Valentine's day along with a five pound sack of red rose petals that she insists must be spread around in the hot tub. A caterer has been hired to come in that evening to do a lavish barbeque for the four of us. The champagne is already on ice. A large twenty fifth anniversary cake is ready to go at the local bakery. She has forgot nothing! It's been twenty five years since we've last been with our best friends and Jill wants this to be perfect. 

Mark and Mary are due in the day before and I am to pick them up at the airport while Jill puts the finishing touches on the party. As I wait for them in the lobby of LAX the anticipation grows. It's been so long and we were all such good friends it's hard to imagine why it's taken us twenty five years to finally get together again. At last I seen them heading my way! Mark was right. He's still the big bull of a man that he was those so many years before, with barely a touch of gray on his head. And Mary, if anything is more gorgeous than she was all those years ago! The red hair still bright, that gorgeous face to die for! Don't forget the breasts! They were her best feature then and they still are today! I try to think of the Lakers so I don't get a raging hard-on in the middle of the airport! I always wondered what it would be like to see her naked, to see those breasts in all their glory. Nothing has changed in that respect! 

We say our hellos as only long lost friends would and head to our place. The conversation is constant with the three of us trying to catch up on old times. By the time we reach home it's as though we've been together instead of apart all these years. As we pull in to the driveway, Jill comes running out the door. Mary bolts out of the car and the two of them embrace and instantly burst in to tears. Mark and I give them a minute and then go over to them. Jill reaches out for Mark and gives him a big old hug before we all head to the door. 

After we're all settled in, Jill and Mary prepare dinner for us. It is the middle of February but it's still a balmy 75 degrees out so we have our supper out on the patio. Both Mark and Mary comment on the hot tub and Jill tells them that it's off limits tonight but that we'd all enjoy it tomorrow night. A glass of wine with supper leads to another after we've finished eating and the conversation turns to old times and all the fun we used to have together. Soon, the conversation brings us to the present and of course, more wine. By this time we're all feeling quite tipsy and when Jill gets this way she loves to talk about sex! Now, I love my wife dearly, but sometimes she can get carried away with this subject. It's one thing for her to do it with our "swinging" friends but this is Mark and Mary! I try to drop subtle hints to her to keep it a bit tamer and not let them know all our secrets but she just laughs at me and continues to tell the two of them stories about some of the good times we've had in the hot tub. I try to beak it up by saying " I suppose the two of you are beat from the trip." "Maybe you'd like to retire for the night?" 

Mary's first with an answer. "Mark, maybe we should go in and at least get in to our night clothes." So off they go.

"Jill, maybe you ought to tone it a down a bit", I tell her when our guests leave the patio. Jill always gets horny when she's full of alcohol and I have to admit that I'm pretty much in the same boat myself right now. All that racy talk has me horny and I know that Jill and I will make love tonight. We always do when she's like this.

"Jeff, don't be such a pinhead!" "I just want to find out how their sex life has been over the years and feel like bragging about ours a bit," she laughs. "Besides, I know how much you've always wanted to make love to Mary and I just thought I'd help you out a bit." "And, I wouldn't mind finding out if Mark is as good as he looks!"

We both laugh about it but know that deep down that's been part of our plan all along. I tell Jill that maybe we'd better head to be, too, when out walks Mark and Mary. Mary is dressed in a flannel pair of pajamas and Mark in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Both Jill and I give them grief for dressing like that in sunny Southern California. Then we tell them to pour themselves another glass of wine and we'd go get into our nightclothes, too. A few minutes later we're back out to join them, Jill in a slinky night dress and me in a pair of shorts.

We pour ourselves another glass of wine and Jill goes to work with her sex stories all over again. Soon all four of us are laughing and just having a great time lying to each other about our past sexual experiences. Mark and Mary have nothing to tell us other than their past tales of great lovemaking together. They explain how their love for each other has kept their sex life together great and that they've never had a need to include any one else in it. Jill then pipes up and asks them both "you mean to tell us that you've never wondered what it would be like to make love to anyone else in twenty five years together?" Both Mark and Mary looked at each other and answered simply, "no."

Even though Mary was dressed in a pair of flannel pajamas, I could see the nipples of those beautiful breasts sticking out from their hardness. I tried not to stare but it was hard not to. I've always loved those breasts! I glanced up from my trance to see Mark staring at Jill's nipples that were highly visible through her almost see through night dress and knew then that Mark had the same dreams about Jill that I had about Mary. Maybe Jill was right. Maybe we would get lucky.

After a few more stories and lots of glances between the four of us, we all decided it was time to hit the bed. I know for sure that Jill and I are ready for some sex and I'm betting that Mark and Mary have plans for the same. When Jill and I hit the bedroom she was all over me. "I love you," she tells me as she pushed me back over the bed. In less than an instant she had my shorts off and her mouth was covering my cock. I'd been hard off and on most of the night and told Jill to slow down, afraid that I'd cum in her mouth before I even got to touch her. Turns out that that was her plan! She started to suck on my cock relentlessly and had my orgasm reaching the tip of my cock before I could stop her. Not that I wanted to, mind you. She gave great head and I loved her for it! I started to cum and Jill continued to suck me until there wasn't a drop left. She then lay down beside me on the bed and immediately dozed off in a deep sleep. Apparently, the wine had gotten to her. As I lay there trying to catch my breath from that wonderful orgasm I couldn't help but think about tomorrow night and the four of us in the hot tub. I pictured Mary and her naked breasts staring me in the face, just begging me to touch them, to suck on them. And then I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I woke up with Jill shaking my shoulder. "Jeff, you know that beautiful nine inch cock between your legs?" Of course I did. It was mine. "Well, our big friend Mark has an even bigger one and I intend to have it tonight!"

"Now how in the hell do you know that?" I asked her, just a little bit curious.

"I just went down the hallway to their room to see if they were ready for breakfast." "I heard the shower running and the door was halfway open so I glanced in and saw Mark heading for the bathroom bare ass naked with a hard-on!" "Jeff, he's huge!" "Anyway, I watched him head into the shower with Mary and could make them out through the glass door." "It looked like Mary was bending over to suck on him."

So now we head to the shower. I pushed Jill against the shower wall and entered her from behind. My cock had no more than entered her and she was having an orgasm! Whether pent up need from last night or her being turned on from the sight of Mark's cock, I didn't care! She was in a full blown orgasm and my cock was plunging in and out of her as fast as I could make it move! In no time at all, I was filling her hot, wet pussy cavity with my juices. When it was over, we both finished showering and headed for the kitchen. Mark and Mary weren't there yet.

Mark and Mary finally come down for breakfast. Mary has on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that accentuates those beautiful breasts of hers. If I wouldn't have just had sex with Jill I'd of had an instant hard-on! Her nipples were as hard as rocks! Both her and Mark looked a bit flush, as though a bit guilty over what they just did in the shower. 

"Happy Valentine's Day", Jill shouts at them. "Did you two sleep well?" "You both look a bit flushed, tired still?"

The two of them joined us at the table and we all wished each other a Happy Anniversary, all twenty five of them. Plans were laid out for the day, or rather Jill laid out the plans. As I told you before, she's been planning this day for a long time. The four of us would get in a bit of sight seeing and make a trip to the beach. The beaches weren't usually too busy this time of year so they were looking forward to it. I told Mark we probably wouldn't get to see too many bikini clad California girls running around because it was still cool out. Everyone laughed at that except for Mary. She told us he didn't need to be looking at any of them anyway, he had her! I'm sure she has no idea how much Jill wants him and how much I want her. That's probably a good thing.

The day went well. Most of the time we spent at the beach. It was unseasonably warm this beautiful day and we all frolicked in the surf and sand, stopping for a hot dog on one of the piers for lunch. After a couple of beers and the dog, we all decided we'd best head back to the house. Jill had much to do yet for tonight's celebration. When we got home, Jill sent Mark and I away and told us to be back in a couple of hours. Off we went for a little tavern down the street from us.

After a couple of more beers, Mark asked me about all the things Jill was talking about last night. "Have you two really done partner swapping?" I told him that we had, and we still do on occasion. He wondered how we managed to stay together when we knew the other was having sex with someone else. I told Mark that it has actually made our love for each other stronger because of how much it's improved our sex life. Then I figured this was as good a time as any to let Mark in on Jill's little plan for the night. I told him that Jill has always had the hots for him and was hoping after a few drinks tonight that things would turn wild in the hot tub. I told him also that Jill had seen him this morning walking naked to the shower with Mary. He must have turned a thousand shades of red when I mentioned that! Mark told me that he's always wondered what it would be like to have sex with Jill, also. Then I told him that I had always been turned on by Mary as well. "I don't know, Jeff, I just don't think it's something that Mary and I could ever do."

"Look, Mark. I'm not telling you it's going to happen or even should happen. If you're not comfortable with it, then it won't. But let's just play it by ear and see what happens." He agreed to that and then off we went for home.

When we got back, Jill and Mary had everything set. The red roses were scattered throughout the house and on the patio. The red rose petals almost filled the hot tub. Candles were spread around everywhere along with the balloons and everything else women can decorate with. Sitting in the middle of the patio table was a huge cake with the words "Happy 25th Anniversary" adorning it. I must admit, Jill had done us all well! It was a sight to behold.

Jill instructed us all to go and get dressed for the occasion. "I want you all in shorts and shirts," she instructed. "This is a beautiful California day and I want us all to enjoy it." And off we all went.

When Jill and I were in the bedroom changing she asked me if I had said anything to Mark. Of course I told her what we had talked about. She said she had dropped hints to Mary but that Mary she tried to avoid talking about it. "Play it by ear, Honey," I told her. 

A knock on the door as we left the bedroom made us both jump, and laugh! At first we thought someone was showing up to spoil our fun and then realized the caterer must be here. We let him in to do his chores as we finished ours. Mark and Mary joined us out on the patio just as the caterer finished up. The stage was set for our twenty fifth anniversary party and a Valentine's Day none of us would soon forget.

Jill had outdone herself for dinner. She had the caterer bring in seafood of all varities, fresh vegetable salads and fruit salads galore. It was a fantastic sight! No doubt we'd have leftovers for days! After a toast for the four of us, the dinner began. The patio was lit with nothing more than candles and as the dusk hit us, the setting was quite romantic. The four of had a setting for romance, just as Jill had planned. Dinner began.

As we all sat there and ate, the conversation was light. The food was so magnificent we didn't want to talk! Soon, we were all stuffed and were leaning back in the chairs congratulating Jill on a job well done. Then Mary took over. "A toast to wonderful friends, a wonderful husband and to the best twenty five years of my life!" " May the night never end."

Silence ensued for what seemed like minutes. The normally quiet and somewhat shy Mary had led the toast and began the evening ahead of us. When she sat back down, her eyes met mine. I stared into them and marveled at that beautiful face, then at the gorgeous bright red hair and at the nipples that were now protruding from under her very tight shirt. I felt my cock begin to stir just from the thought of grabbing those breasts, of sucking the nipples into my mouth! Just then Jill piped up and said, "Jeff, put your eyes back in their sockets!" We all laughed heartily at that and we also knew the ice had been broken. All four of us knew what it was that Jill wanted to happen tonight, but until that very moment none of us had given it a thought because of the wonderful meal we had just enjoyed.

With that, Jill broke out the champagne. Toast after toast ensued until we finally had nothing left to toast each other about. Our conversation centered on our old times together and the times since we'd last been together that long twenty five years ago. When it seemed we had nothing left to talk about, Jill said it was time to hit the hot tub. We all retreated to change into our swimsuits and met at the hot tub in what seemed to be only seconds! Jill and I crawled in first and as we did I couldn't help but notice how beautiful and sexy she looked. Her raven hair sparkled in the light of the candles. As she crawled in to the hot tub I admired her beautiful ass, those long sexy legs. She wore an almost see through white bikini and the first thing I thought of was that now Mark would get to see his bikini clad California girl! I felt a stirring in my groin just staring at her.

In no time at all, Mark and Mary were there to join us. Although not quite as revealing as Jill's, Mary also had on a bikini. Hers was a bright green that set off that gorgeous red hair of hers just perfectly. And, of course, those beautiful breasts strained to be let loose! The stirring I had in my groin when watching Jill enter the hot tub instantly came back! 

As soon as we had all settled in and all the oohs and ahhs had subsided, Jill got out to get the wine. I couldn't help but notice Mark stare at her lovely ass as she stepped out. Mary noticed, too, and I could see a flush fall to her face even in the candlelight. When Jill returned moments later, we all sat back with a glass of wine and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water and the jets that pushed it. Jill said to Mary "you really should position yourself over one of these bottom jets, Mary. They do wonders for your libido. In fact, I've had an orgasm from them before!" A huge roll of laughter rolled from Mark and I, but Mary once again became flushed.

"Is Mary embarrassed from Jill's boldness?" I asked.

With that, Mary moved herself alongside of Mark and sat right over one of the jets. Her eyes closed and her hands moved over her belly. It was obvious that Jill knew what she was talking about because Mary was enjoying this immensely. Mark draped his arms over Mary's shoulders and lightly caressed her arms with his fingers. He knew she liked it. I moved closer to Jill and bent to her and kissed her on the lips lightly. "I love you, Jeff."

With that it began. I turned to Jill and pulled her to me. As she moved over my lap my cock began to grow. It was obvious she could feel it because she slowly ground her ass into my groin area. Then she drew my lips to hers and kissed me deeply. As she did this, my hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter against my now raging cock. Company or not, I was going to enjoy this evening! Jill was now grinding her ass against my cock even harder and I felt that I wanted to burst! I knew that I had to hold it because more and better things were to come. Both Jill and I turned and noticed that Mary had positioned herself over Mark just had Jill sat over me. They were in a deep kiss when Jill began to move down over me, her beautiful ass stuck just up above the water line. It was an obvious show off not just for Mark but for Mary as well. As she got lower, her fingers began to caress my cock through the material of my trunks. I was at full mast and even the baggy trunks couldn't hide that fact. My nine inches was at it's fullest! Jill then put her fingers under the waist band of my trunks and teased me by slowly pulling them down. When she got them down enough for the tip of my cock to be peeking out, she moved her lips to it and kissed the head of my cock. By this time, Mark and Mary had stopped what they were doing and were watching Jill's every move. When Jill pulled my trunks all the way down over my protruding cock, she took me between her lips and began to lightly suck on my engorged cock. All I could do was lay back and enjoy it.




The Anniversary



I looked over and Mary began to follow Jill's every move. Soon she had Mark's enormous cock in full view of all of us. I heard a gasp come from Jill's throat as she looked over and seen the size of Mark's tool. Mary didn't put Mark's cock between her lips, but instead just lightly stroked it with her hands as if showing it off to Jill. Mark and I looked at each other and just shrugged our shoulders as if to say let's just go with it! Then Mary stood up in the hot tub and pulled the top of her bikini off, giving me the view I had wanted all these years to see! Her breasts were even bigger and more gorgeous than I had imagined! The nipples were the size of walnuts and as hard as diamonds. She moved her breasts to Mark's cock and began to let him fuck her tits. Both Jill and I sat there, mesmerized, at the sight of Mark's cock fucking up and down in Mary's tits.

Not to be outdone, Jill removed her top as well. Although not as enormous as Mary's they were still a beautiful set of breasts! Then Jill moved alongside of me and slipped her bikini bottom off under the water then tossed it out and onto the deck surrounding the tub. She then stood up and her neatly trimmed bush of dark black hair was visible for all of us to see. The lips of her pussy were swollen and glistened from the water of the tub and from the pussy juices that flowed from them. I could see Mark staring at her in sheer delight. Then Jill did what I had expected her to do. She moved over me , took my cock in hand and guided it into the folds of her pussy lips. Slowly she began to move down over my cock, letting not only me but also Mark and Mary enjoy the scene. At this point, Mark stopped fucking Mary's tits and the two of them watched intently as Jill began to lower herself down over my cock. I tried to look over at Mary to see her reaction but the pleasure was so intense that I could barely keep my eyes open. As Jill lowered herself over the full length of my cock she began to have an orgasm. It began as a whimper, as it always does, and then turned in to a scream! She started to fuck her pussy over my cock as fast and as hard as she could. And she came, and she came some more. Soon, she was spent and just fell forward onto my chest. I continued to move in and out of her drenched pussy, so very near my own orgasm but not yet wanting to release my load. 

Then the unexpected happened. Mary stood up and removed her bikini bottom. I stared at her swollen pussy lips protruding from that lovely red bush of red hair. She moved towards Jill and I and then whispered something in to Jill's ear. Jill turned and looked at her and with a smile on her face, pulled her pussy up and away from my cock. Jill slowly moved over to Mark. I watched her as she reached her hands out to his enormous piece of manhood and began to stroke him.. I could see the look of amazement on Mark's face as Mary shook her head yes to him. Then Mary turned her attention to me. She turned around with her ass pointing straight at my face and reached between her and grabbed my cock between her hands. She then began to guide my engorged member to her pussy lips. 

At first she just sat on my lap and rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. Then she moved up a bit and moved it to the opening of her pussy and plunged down on me in one hard move! She had my cock buried deep in her pussy and was just sitting there rocking back and forth on it. I was loving it but was so close to cumming at this point that I knew I had to do something different! I pushed Mary off of me and over to the other side of the hot tub. Her arms grabbed the edge and her ass pointed straight at me. I moved in behind her and pushed my cock deep in to her pussy in one swift move. As I did this I turned around just long enough to see Jill move Mark's cock in to her swollen pussy. I heard her as she began to fuck Mark fast and furious. This drove me to do the same to Mary. 

As I fucked her from behind as fast and as hard as I could, I heard Jill go into another orgasm. This drove both Mary and I over the brink. I started to empty my load full of hot cum in to her pussy at the same time as she began to scream out in pleasure. When our orgasms subsided, we both lay back and stared at Mark and Jill. Jill had since moved off of Mark's cock, mumbling that she couldn't take any more. She looked exhausted, I must admit. But here was poor Mark with his huge erection sticking straight out of the water and obviously needing release. Mary moved over to Mark and sat herself down on his huge cock, burying him to the depths of her pussy. She slowly began to fuck him up and down, so very slowly. She, too, had just had an immense orgasm and was also spent, but obviously had enough energy for one more orgasm. Mark began to fuck her harder and soon you could sense his impending orgasm. As Mark's orgasm hit him, Mary once again began to scream out in pleasure. 

And then we were done. At least for now. It seemed like hours later when Mary and Jill both got out of the hot tub- naked- and headed for the bathroom. Mark and I lazily watched these two beautiful women head to the house in all their glory. All we could was look at each other and go "wow!" When the women returned, the four of us had another glass of wine and then proceeded to make love to one another again, this time to our own spouses. Later, we would enjoy the other's spouse once again and then many more times before their week here was up. It certainly was a Valentine's Day and twenty fifth wedding anniversary to remember!



The Anniversary



Atlantic City. The playplace by the sea. Sure, its not what it used to be at its heyday, but its still a nice place to go to get away every so often, and just have some quality time with each other. Samantha and I were very much in need of a getaway, as it was almost two years since we snuck of for an 'us' weekend. This was a special week-end, as it was our tenth wedding anniversary. Money, as always, was tight, so we didn't stay at one of the casino hotels, opting instead for a small chain hotel a few miles outside of the boardwalk area. We arrived, and I went to the the desk to check in while Sam perused the rack of flyers for interesting things to do. She called over her shoulder, "Hey...wanna go do a winery tour? There's also a historical village called Batstow..."

Her voice trailed off as she picked up a few flyers, and I chuckled. "Sure, those sound like fun. Grab the flyers, we'll look at them later." I finished signing the guest receipt, then turned to her. "Come on, beautiful...your room awaits." I started walking out, and she followed a few steps behind, looking over a handful of flyers. "What room?" she asked.

I looked at the keycard. "117...right down along here." we were walking along the lower side of a two story motel, and only needed to walk a few doors down from the lobby before arriving. "Here it is."

I inserted the key into the handle, and the lock clicked softly. I turned the latch and stepped in, Sam right on my heels as I looked around the room. "Hey, cool," I said, as I noticed a jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room, surrounded by mirrors on two walls. Sam looked up then, and chuckled. "Nice! We'll put that to good use later. Right now, I want a shower. Will you go get the bags while I wash up?"

I nodded, and went out to the parking lot, found the car, grabbed our bag and went back to the room. She had already left a trail of clothing across the floor, ending at the closed door of the bathroom, and the water was already running. I dropped the bag next to the small closet, then flopped onto the bed to look through the flyers. Right on top was one that I didn't expect. Caligula's Castle...a swinger joint! I blinked to make sure I was seeing the thing right, then I looked over my shoulder to the bathroom, then back to the flyer. It looked to be a members only place, with a high dress code policy. A swinger club? Nah...it had to have been stuck to one of the other flyers. Sam wouldn't have picked it up on her own. I placed it back on top of the pile with the rest, then went to the bag and took out my toiletries. I heard the shower turn off, then a few moments later Sam appeared, a towel wrapped around her. "Your turn" she announced as she padded over to me and gave me a quick kiss, her tongue darting between my lips briefly before she pulled back and winked. "And don't dawdle, either. I'm hungry."

"Uh-huh" I answered, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind myself. The scent of her shampoo and conditioner still hung in the air, and I took a deep breath as dropped my clothes and turned the water on. My mind was racing, and I had a raging hard-on. A swinger brochure? I stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed, then began my shower.

As requested, I didn't take one of my customary long showers. It was short and quick...I shaved while still in the shower in order to save time, and was done in under 15 minutes. I turned off the water and stepped out, and heard my wife speaking, on what I assumed to be the phone. I couldn't make out what she was saying, then I heard her say *Thank you*, then there was silence. My head was still swimming with the thought of the brochure as I dried off, then I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out.

Sam was sitting on the bed, still in her towel, looking at the flyers. She looked up and smiled as I appeared, then stood up and walked over, standing tip-toe and giving me a rather lusty kiss. I responded in kind, then pulled back and looked at her, locking my eyes onto hers. "So..." I said, "where are we going tonight?"

She smiled, shrugged, then went to the bag to grab some clothes. "I don't know...how about Italian? I haven't had a good shrimp scampi in God knows how long. That OK with you?"

I nodded. "Sounds like a winner. Feel like hitting a casino afterwards?"

She shook her head. "Not really. Our cash is tight, and besides, this is our week-end." As if to add emphasis to that last statement, she stood up with her bikini-cut panties in hand, let her towel drop as her eyes were locked onto mine, paused for a moment, then slowly, almost seductively, lifted one foot and began to slip on the panty.

But, not before giving me a great view of her pussy. Swollen, puffy...and shaved. Bald. Completely and utterly bald. She was obviously aroused, and my mind began to whirl once more when I thought of the brochure.

In just a few seconds,I felt my cock begin to rise again, which must have been obvious because Sam smiled, then chuckled softly as she wiggled her hips into the oh-so-tight panties. "See something you like, Greg?"

I just took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "OK...whats up, Sam?" I still had the towel around my waist, my cock trying to lift up the front of it with my head still swimming with the thought of the brochure for the swing club. "What's with the swing club flyer?" The fact that she had shaved her pussy really had me wondering about her intentions now..

She just smiled again, then walked over and put her hands up and around behind my neck, then gave me a lip-lock that reminded me of our honeymoon. She was breathing heavy through her nostrils as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. After a few moments she slid her hands around to my chest, pausing to play with my nipples before sliding further down to my stomach, tracing her fingertips lightly. She kept working her mouth on mine as I responded in kind, then slipped her hands to the towel and gently nudged it loose. My rock-hard dick bounced up as it was released from its confines, and Sam gripped me with both hands and began stroking with one hand, and with the other she pinched the spongy head and rolled it between her fingers, sending waves of pleasure into my groin. 

She broke the kiss, then whispered huskily, "Sam? Oh, you mean your wife? I saw her just leave the bar just a few minutes ago. Had my husband by one arm, and that strapping black fellow by the other. Welcome to Caligula's...something tells me you won't be seeing much of her any time soon. So...why not just pay attention to me, and forget about her, hmm? My name is Cheryl, by the way. And you are?"

I looked at my wife, and she just looked back with a questioning quirk of her brow, still stroking my shaft and playing with the head of my cock. "Ummm...Sa..."

I was beginning to say her name, and when she realized it she just gave me another lip-lock as she began to stroke me faster. After lingering a few moments, she pulled back again and smiled. "Lets try that again. Hi, I'm Cheryl. And you are?"

I just looked at her, then smiled slightly. "Greg. Pleased to meet you."

Sam smiled now, and continued the role-playing. "Ahhh...well Greg, come on. Lets grab one of the empty rooms." She led me to the bed, going through the motions of opening and closing an imaginary door, then she grabbed the remote and looked at the TV. "All the TV's here are closed-circuit. We can dial in any room from any TV, and watch." She stepped to me again, grabbing my cock once more. "Want to see your wife getting it on with two guys?" She smiled again and gently nudged me onto the bed, then knelt on the floor and positioned herself in front of my dick, a far-away look coming to her face as she stared at the head and licked her lips.

Normally, Sam isn't too fond of giving head, but she does so anyway, knowing that its something which all men enjoy, and she does truly want to pleasure me and make me happy. "How about it? Want to see it? They're right in the next room, you know. We could probably hear them if we were real quiet." She dropped her head and placed a kiss on the base of my shaft, then began nibbling softly and slowly towards the head. She stopped at the point where she would need to slip her mouth up and onto me, then asked huskily once more, "Want to see her get taken? They're probably getting rough with her...I've fucked that big fellow before. He's got a hell of a tool between his legs, and he pounds his women like a jackhammer. Likes to make then beg to stop, but he knows that they don't *really* want him to stop. Every woman I've talked to afterwards always say the they felt like they were taken by an animal."

Sam now flicked her tongue out, and gave the underside of my shaft a gentle fluttering of her tongue tip before slipping the head between her lips and sucking like a vacuum cleaner for a few seconds. She let the head pop out of her mouth, then pointed the remote at the TV, and flipped it on.

Sam and I have a few porn movies that we enjoy watching at home, but they are all pretty normal porn, nothing kinky or too wild. This must have been something new that she picked up for our week-end, and it was already playing and well into the action. The image that came up on screen was one of a very petite white lady being serviced by one white, and one black guy. They were on a bed, with the white fellow keeping her hands pinned down to the sides, almost spread eagled, with his semi-limp member dangling over her face, while the large African American fellow was fucking her hard, his large hands pushing her legs up and back from behind her knees, forcing her small, tight cunt to open up wantonly to his attack. I was immediately glued to the flickering scene, and I could hear the grunts of the guy that was banging away at her while she was panting and whimpering with each slam of his cock, then she stretched her head back to start sucking off the guy who was holding her down.

Almost as if on cue, Sam now went back to work on me, her mouth bobbing up and down just on my head, keeping time with the girl in the movie, her tongue alternating between swirling, then jabbing itself at the slit of my dick. I could feel the first twinges of an orgasm beginning as my cock twitched in her mouth, and Sam could sense it too. She stopped and pinched the head, applying just enough pressure to stop the sensations from sending me over the edge, then slipped up onto the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her legs, then pulled me to her. I immediately yanked aside the sheer material of her panty as she grasped me and guided to her now sopping and slippery hole, lifting her hips to impale the head into herself. She was breathing heavy, and as I entered her she gripped my ass and pulled herself to me. She was sucking on my neck as I pushed deeper, then whispered huskily into my ear, "You liked seeing your wife getting pounded like that, huh? Admit it...it turned you on, didn't it?"

I replied by pulling myself out of her slowly, then ramming myself as hard and quickly as I could against her bald snatch. She whimpered and let out a small sound of protest, digging her nails into my back as she clutched at me, whispering again into my ear, "Thats right...take me like they're taking her. Look! She's fucking him right back! Your wife is shoving her snatch up onto that huge cock! Its what you really wanted to see, isn't it? Thats why you came here, right?"

This was a side of Sam I had never seen, and her dirty talk sent me over the edge. I started an unmerciful pistoning of her cunt, slamming into her as hard as I could, and she met each thrust with so much force that she was lifting me up off the bed, driving my cock so deep into her that I was certain something in her would get damaged. As we slammed hard and fast, she kissed me wantonly, then asked again as she breathed heavily, "You want that, don't you? You want to see me get taken? You want to watch my pussy getting pounded, deeper and deeper, getting slammed raw while they hold me down and rape me?" She took a breath then hissed "You want to watch me get FUCKED!?"

I grunted and gave one final shove, pushing as deep as I could into her as her words sunk in, releasing my load with a force I haven't felt in a long time. Sam bucked up against me, then wrapped her legs behind my ass and pulled tight, locking me against her as I unloaded my seed into her belly. As my cock throbbed inside of her she moaned then cried out as her walls clamped down on my shaft, her orgasm coming up in a huge wave as she dug her nails into my back again, and sucked on my neck like a vampire. She was making soft whimpering sounds as her hips bucked against me of their own accord, spasms shaking her body as she enjoyed her release of pleasure.

We layed there, locked together like two dogs in heat, trying to catch our breath, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. As we slowly calmed down, Sam began nibbling on my neck and ear, then paused and whispered softly, "Happy Anniversary, honey..."

I smiled, then gave her a soft kiss, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment before pulling back. "So...we still doing Italian?" I asked, just as the phone rang. I quirked a brow at her then rolled over and picked up the phone. "Yes?"

"Lobby, sir. Your take out order has arrived. Its at the front desk."

I chuckled, then thanked the desk clerk and hung up. I rolled back over just as Sam had slipped on a floor length, super sheer neglige that was slit on both sides all the way up to the sides of her breasts. She had removed the panties and her swollen lips were clearly visible through the material, as were her still aroused nipples. "Go get our food." She smiled as she opened up her handbag, pulling out a set of chained wrist and ankle cuffs, followed by a large, lifelike silicone dildo. "I've heard rumors that Ceasar is receiving his newest bedroom plaything. A young slave girl that he's been wanting to deflower for quite some time now. Nothing quite like a first fuck after a nice dinner and lots of wine..." Her voice trailed off as she came to the bed, mussed up her hair, placed the cuffs on her ankles, then with her hands behind her back, she cuffed her wrists. She closed her eyes, hung her head down, and murmured softly. "My Lord, I am hungry. I would gladly please thee with my mouth and tongue, but for a few morsels?

I smiled, then began pulling on my jeans as fast as I could to go get the food.



The Anniversary



She suprises her guy for the anniversary.

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The Anniversary...



I. A Quiet meal...

The email had been short and to the point. He had told her which restaurant to meet him at and when, what he wanted her to wear, even what perfume to use, and ended it with a terse statement about displeasing him. No term of endearment, nothing friendly about it at all, but that didn't stop her stomach churning at the thought of their being out to dinner in public together, the first time.

It had taken some time to find the place he had specified, she hadn't been up west for so long, but she had arrived with a couple of minutes to spare, and was now standing next to his table with her eyes lowered waiting for him to speak.

"On the chair in front of you there is a small gift for you. I want you to go in the powder room now and see what you can do with them. But don't take too long I have already ordered for the two of us." His voice now short and to the point too. She picked the gift wrapped box from the table and disappeared behind the ladies room door, and only then did his face show his pleasure at having her with him. 

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a short moment, gathering her wits about her, and then put the box on the vanity counter. Opening the it she found nestling in tissue paper a little set of flat pink enamelled nipple clamps, a pink jelly butt plug and a soft pink lace garter. And there was a note penned by him on pink paper, asking her to hurry back to him once she had adorned herself. She flushed as she opened the top buttons on her dress and clamped her own nipples, inflicting such exquisite pain on herself, and lifting her foot slid the garter up until it was but a couple of inches from her sex. The plug was a more of a challenge, he knew she was no contortionist but she managed with a little bit of ingenuity to get the thing settled comfortably inside her. Looking at herself in the mirror, her skin flushed bright pink to match the gifts, she buttoned herself up, smoothed the fabric of the summer dress over her form, gave her butt a little wiggle, and rejoined him at the table.

"Come and stand by me, let me look at you." His eyes swept her from head to toe, he raised his hand to touch her breasts and saw her wince, ran his hand down her thigh over the garter, and as he beckoned her to kiss him, patted her behind making her jolt forward as his hand made contact with the plug. He smiled a broad smile then, satisfied she had done as he asked.

"Sit opposite me, little one, and tell me how you feel." And watching as she sat down carefully, he waited for her to speak.

"Oh, master you have made me so happy, honouring me with your gifts, and so lovely in pink. I am so pleased you remembered how special this day is to me." She smiled so sweetly at him, he knew he was as much hers as she was his, Since the day he had met her, only a year ago, his life had been taken over by his little sub, and he couldn't imagine a time without her. And he let his guard down just a touch.

"I could never forget little one. I remember how lovely you were then, and I know how beautiful you are now. Ah, lunch, I hope you approve of my choice." The waiter arrived with their meal, and they spent the time quietly eating, and every so often she would glance at him, studying his manner for clues as to what he might have in store for her on this special day. Remembrances of past times spent with him floated through her mind, and with the dull aching of her breasts and the wonderful ache of her anal muscles mingling with the aching fire in her belly, she felt she might burst with the anticipation of things to come.

II. The Clarence...

They sat quietly as the cab ferried them downtown through the rain, and he remembered that their first rendezvous had been a rainy one. It brought a gentle smile to his lips, and he turned to look at her, recalling how she had looked so small and vulnerable then, and how she appeared now, small still but self assured.

"We will be there in a minute. I thought it would be fitting to revisit the Clarence."

She lifted her eyes to his and smiled, thanks written across her face, but no word spoken. The emotion of the day and her aching body driving words from her mind. The Clarence, the start to her journey into submission, all her hopes, fantasies and fears made real. From the lobby to the lift, and along the corridor to the same room as before, not a word had passed between them.

He swept the card in the lock and opened the door for her to enter ahead of him, and she walked into almost complete darkness, only the faintest hint of daylight filtering through the curtains.

"Go and stand in the middle of the room and face the window. Do not speak, do not move." Head bowed, she did as he said. The rustle of drapes and the intrusion of daylight and then he was standing in front of her, a finger lifting her chin, his eyes scanning her face as if searching for something.

"You know that I love you, don't you little one? Now I want to hear you say that you trust me, because until you say so your anniversary treat cannot begin."

Puzzled she looked him in the eyes. He looked intently back at her, waiting. She swallowed hard.

"Master I know you love me as I do you, and I will always trust you. But wh..." And he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her hard, not letting her say more.

"That's all I needed to hear. Now, look around you." Scanning the room, her eyes were drawn to a huge four poster bed, beautifully draped in a deep blush pink, but as she drank in the colour, little glints of light on metal spiked the cloth, and she gasped when she realised what it as....metal rings attached to the frame, hung with lengths of what? Rope? And as she stared at the platform more rings with even more rope, attached at varying heights up the posts of the bed, and as her mind raced her chest was gripped by a feelings so elemental and her form shook as wave upon wave of dread and desire pulsed through her. 

The scale of her imminent torment was becoming only too apparent, her mind reeling with all the images of her impending bondage at the hands of a Master who had obviously planned for this so meticulously. And she felt him behind her then, his hands wrapped around her skimming the tips of her nipples, jagged pulses of heat, electricity, coursing through her, every nerve ending alive with sensation. A groan welled up inside her, but before she could give voice to it a hand covered her mouth.

"Not a sound now my pet, from now on I want complete silence. Do you understand?" Her head nodded in acceptance of his instruction and he took away the hand, lowering it to join the other, slowly unbuttoning her dress to the waist. As he eased the fabric from her shoulders and down her arms it caught the clamps, pulling down very slightly as the fabric dropped down her torso, and the intense pain that shot through her like a bolt of lightening caused her to cry out in exquisite agony, forgetting the words he had just uttered. She darted a sideways glance, only to see him reaching into what she knew only too well was his travelling case of toys and torments, watching him draw from it a ball gag. Bringing the ball to her lips she parted them so as to take it between her teeth, feeling him take the straps and buckle them behind her head.

"Defying me so soon, little one? How can I concentrate if you can't be quiet before we have even begun? Silence I asked for and silence I shall have. Do you understand me now? Or shall we end this here?" Tension she heard in his voice, something she hadn't heard before, and frantically she nodded her head for yes, and shook it for no, not wanting it to end, not wanting to hurt him. A kiss at the nape of her neck, and one on each of her shoulderblades, and she relaxed, knowing he would continue.

Automatically she clasped her hands behind her back, waiting for him to bind them together as was usual, but this time he broke her grasp and held her arms down straight, running his hands up to her shoulders and down her spine to her waist. Grasping the fabric of the dress he yanked it down over her hips, two of the buttons flying off with the force of the movement, the dress lying at her feet.

And there she stood, frozen to the spot, naked but for the clamps biting her nipples, the garter on her thigh, the stilettoes he had chosen for her, and, just visible, the base of the plug still held inside her. He moved then in front of her, and kneeled, lifting first one foot and then the other to remove the dark pink shoes. As she looked down at him his hand brushed lightly up her leg to touch the garter, snapping it and patting it in place. She watched him then lift a hand to gently touch the mound of her sex, felt the touch of a finger burrowing between the lips, saw him look up at her and rise, to run his finger, wet with her own juice, across her gagged lips. Her nostrils flared with the smell of her own musk, and the sight of him licking his finger clean left a groan stifled in her throat. Standing face to face with her, holding her face in his hands, his gaze seeming to search her very soul he began to speak softly to her.

"Little one, you have come so far in so short a time, and today is more than the anniversary of our meeting. You know I love you?" She nodded, but he saw a touch of apprehension in her eyes.

"You know you can trust me? I will never do anything to hurt you, for your happiness means more to me than I can say. But today I want to be certain that you love me, I need to know you will be with me always." A tear rolled down her cheek, and he brushed it from her face.

"I do not want your answer now, but later I want to hear what is in your heart, because I have to know!" He kissed her then, on her forehead, and lightly on each eyelid, her nose, her chin, before scooping her up in his arms and laying her gently in the middle of the bed.

"Now, little one, it is time to play!"

III. Afternoon Torment...

In the middle of the great bed she felt the cooling draft from the window, her skin flushed with goosebumps, her nipples growing with the touch of it, the clamps biting all the harder. Exquisite agony, the fire from them burning deep in her breasts, burrowing its way along every nerve despite her cool skin. And she waited, not wanting to look for him, but hearing him moving around the room, making his preparations, setting out all the toys, all the wonderful things he would torment her body with, knowing he had already thought of ways to torment her mind and soul with.

This was the first way, of course. He knew she would not look, but would be listening for the sounds he made to try and fathom what was to happen to her, and he was content for now that she should hear, for it would not be that way for long. He looked at her lying, vulnerable and small, awaiting her Master's touches, and his cock grew, aching for her even before he had begun. He couldn't resist her, and moved to where she lay, reached out and began to run his hands down her from her chin, between her breasts, over her stomach, each hand smoothing it's way down her legs to her feet, all the while he could feel her eyes watching him. While his hands retraced their journey he tried to collect himself, bring his mind back to the task in hand, to pleasure and torment his little willing sub, snapping back to reality at the touch of her hand on his. He needed that one small movement from her, to help him focus. He saw a look of confusion on her face, and knew she meant well.

"Did I say you could touch me little one? No? I think not. Ah well you know what that means don't you. Can't have your hands wandering where they please, can we?" He took first the hand that had touched him, and he bound a few tight loops around her wrist before tying it off to a ring a third of the way up one of the bedposts, and then moved around the bed to repeat the binding on the other wrist, both her arms taut and held tight above her head, her breasts pulled high on her chest. 

Lowering his head to lick each nipple with the tip of his tongue, his touch on her tortured flesh had her writhing against her bonds, arms shaking but controlled, legs kicking out wildly from the torment. He caught her left leg as it flew in his direction, and wound more rope around her ankle before securing it to another ring high on the bedpost, fending off a vicious kick from her only free limb as he tried to bind the ankle, but succeeding at last, before moving from post to post tightening the rope lengths, pulling her limbs higher up, leaving her back barely touching the mattress, and beautifully spread before him. 

He made his captive a little more comfortable with large cushions wedged under her shoulders, and stood at the foot of the bed to survey his handiwork. Oh God she looked so beautiful then, and knowing what was in store for her, released his burgeoning cock and stripped off to cool himself after his exertions, happy in the knowledge that the sight of him hard and dripping precum would drive her to distraction, how she loved to be taken like this, now desperate and full of lust. 

"Look at the effect you have on me, my little slut, making your master as desperate for you as you are for him. You already have the key to my soul, and I am slave to your submission. To have you fly higher than ever before is my greatest wish but I will not have you hurt or distressed. In a moment you will lose all sound and sight, as well as your speech, but I will place a bell in the fingers of your left hand, and I want you to promise to use it if you want to stop for any reason. Know this, you have pleased me beyond measure and from now on all that I do is for you, and to know you are safe I want your promise to use the signal, it will be your only way of stopping me going too far." She nodded her ascent, tears stinging her eyes at his words, and felt him tie the bell to her fingers, grateful but with no notion of needing it.

"Try the bell please, it will be the last sound you hear for a while." And with the sound of it echoing in her head he plugged her ears and taped the plugs secure, before a last lingering look into her deep green pools he deprived her of sight with a leather blindfold buckled alongside the gag. Before she had a chance of orienting her mind from the deprivation of her senses he brushed his hands across her breasts, and licked the flesh around the clamps, her nipples engorging and aching with exquisite agony, and moved down, pushed two fingers into her hot tight cunt, and then slid the plug out of her tight little arse and, replacing it with a larger one, watched her buck and shudder at the intrusion. He knew all too well her passion for all things anal, how she loved to feel his cock there most of all, and her biggest torment would be his denial of her pleasure until he had used all of her other passions against her.

IV. Soaring...

Reaching for a long feather, and starting at her sensitive feet, he traced little circular patterns from the soles of her feet and along the insides of each leg, before concentrating the touches at the backs of her knees, each soft touch echoed by a jerk as she tried to get away from it. Oh so lightly then, travelling along her thighs, the feather dancing over the delicate skin between her splayed legs, he watched as the little muscles below the skin began to respond, and as he worked the feather still softly upwards towards her sex, marvelled as the response grew from a slight twitch, her legs shaking in spasm against the bonds that held them, watched a rivulet of her juice run down from her cunt.

And for a few tantalising seconds he stopped the teasing, waited for her to calm a little, and stroked it across her belly, making the muscles ripple, before drawing it slowly up between her breasts, and so lightly over the clamps. He knew the reaction would be electric, but only he could hear how she made the rings rattle on the woodwork of the bed as she bucked and flexed, tantalisingly close to orgasm, breathing hard into the gag. And on he travelled, first one arm then the other, his delicate touches he knew had heightened one of the only senses left to her, one he would torment all the more.

Before discarding the feather he ran it lightly back down her chest, her belly, and over her mound to trace softly the outline of her labia, saw her hole grasping for it and saw her chest heave, heard a long hiss escape the gag. He dragged it through the juices that were now coating her lips, and as a parting gesture drew it under her nose, smiled as her nostrils flared at the smell of herself. 

Peeling the tape from her earlobes and removing the little plugs, he spoke quietly so as not to alarm her, felt the touch of her head as she sought him out.

"Now, little one, keep very still. I am going to release your nipples from the clamps, and you know how intensely it will burn, and I know how you love that! Now, back into silence." And he replaced the earplugs, before checking he had what he needed to soothe the searing pain that he was about to unleash.

Working swiftly even as she squirmed under his ministrations, he released the clamps, and waited for her body to react, her brain to overload. A millisecond's delay and then her whole body lurched upwards so violently he feared she would damage herself, heard a scream forming behind the gag as she snorted, her breathing heavy and laboured, and he quickly applied the ice to her overheated skin, holding a cube to each nipple as best he could.

Suddenly all the violent motion stopped. She had passed out, and he dropped the cubes, fingers deftly unbuckling the ballgag, hooking it out of her mouth, listening to her shallow breathing, and rewarded as it became deeper, more rhythmic. Removing the earplugs he drew himself onto the bed to cradle her head, waiting for her to come back to him, stroking her damp hair from her face and blowing gently across her forehead. He didn't have to wait many moments before he felt her head move in his hands, a low moan escaping from her lips, and he decided to take the blindfold from her eyes, to bring her senses together, help still her mind.

After a short while, her senses adjusted, he moved himself so he could look into her eyes, concern and something else showing on his face.

"The bell, why didn't you use the bell? You promised me you would, you stupid, stupid woman! Why didn't you use it?" He didn't even try to mask the anger he felt. "Tell me, WHY?"

She looked at him shocked, tears welling and overflowing, and with her head still reeling, falteringly answered him. 

"Master, I had no time!... My body...it reacted so swiftly to the pain...no time...it shot through me...too quick for me...hit my brain...sent me soaring! Oh, master...too sweet...the pain...too sweet...no time!" And she sobbed, overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment. He knew he couldn't stop the flow, just held her to him as she cried.

Looking down her body, he could see how her nipples were coloured purple from the pressure, saw streaks traced red, the veins painted in blood radiating from the centre of each breast, her whole body bathed in sweat, and the image of her lurching brought him to his senses. He pulled another cushion from under the bed and eased it to support her head, and then moved quickly, began to untie the ropes that held her taut, rubbing the flesh so deeply marked, checking for blood, for any sign of trauma, relieved to find none.

"Master? Please...forgive me, but why are you untying me? Have I displeased you? I am so sorry I didn't use the signal...so sorry!" She had drawn her limbs in and was hugging herself, rocking gently.

"Hush, little one. I am the one to be sorry, leaving you clamped so long, not taking into account your body's overpowering response. And I called you stupid! No, my pet, I cannot trust myself not to hurt you, I just cannot carry on...." His voice trailed away, and it was his turn to lower his eyes, guilt replacing anger. And in that moment she saw the man she loved, as vulnerable as she, and her emotions soared once more. 




The Anniversary



Our anniversary, that's what it is today our anniversary. Thirty three years today, that's how long Wendy and I have been married, thirty three pretty good years. 

At fifty one Wendy still looks great, sure after five kids she's put on a few pounds and things aren't as perky as they once were. But to me she's still the hot young eighteen year old babe I married.

We usually stay home on our anniversary, have a nice dinner, a few drinks, then go to bed and have sex. But not this time, she called me at work and told me tonight she wanted to go out and celebrate. 

That was the last thing I wanted to hear, it had been a long, long week and I was tired. The last thing I wanted to do was to get dressed up, fight the crowds and have a shitty dinner in a restaurant. 

I tried to talk her out of it, but she just ignored me and finally got tired of hearing me complain. She sounded a little pissed when she told me not to worry she'd take care of every thing, all I had to do was show up.

When I pulled into the driveway at six that night I was so tired all I wanted was to stay home and go to bed. But because I wanted to make her happy I'd just keep my mouth shut and do what she wanted. 

She heard the front close and calling from the bedroom telling me to hurry up. She said we had reservations for seven thirty and I still needed to shower, shave and dress.

Grumbling, I dragged myself to the bedroom trying one last time to think of a way to get out of going out. But as soon as I walked in the room that all changed, Wendy was sitting at her dressing table putting on her makeup. 

I perked right up when I saw what she was wearing, a new white lace bra, corset and panty set. She started putting on her silk stockings and I was hooked, I don't think anything's as sexy as a woman putting on her stockings. 

Standing there watching her get dressed I gave up, I figured if she could go to this much trouble for me, I could sure as hell give her one night. So I smiled gave her a kiss and went into the bathroom to shave before hopping in the shower. 

I dressed in the clothes she laid out for me then watched as she slipped into the new clingy black dress she bought just for tonight. It looked great with her silk stockings and heels. I told her she looked fantastic and we headed out the door. 

She'd outdone herself, she'd made reservations at the new restaurant in town and we had a great meal. While we were walking to the car I asked her what was next on the schedule for the night, she smiled and said pool.

Now that was a great idea, I had taken her to play pool on our very first date. So we hopped in the car and headed to the nearest bar that had a table. It was harder then I thought, it took three try's but we finally found one right around the corner from our house. 

We walked in the door only to see there were two young guy's playing at the only table, so while I bought us two beers she walked over and called winner. Then we sat in the back by the table and talked while the two guys finished their game.

Neither one of them looked old enough to be in the bar in the first place, but they seemed to be really nice. The younger looking one kept stopping by the table and giving Wendy updates on the game. We started talking and he said they were brothers and introduced himself as George and said his brother's name was Bob. 

While George was talking to Wendy Bob sank the eight ball. George laughed and said to Wendy, I guess your up. She got up and was checking out the cues trying to find a good one when George walked over and handed her his saying; the cues in here are all crap so use mine. 

They were great guys, funny as hell and we were having a great time, we were also getting pretty drunk, so I guess that's how it all started. We ended up playing partners, George and Wendy against Bob and me. 

When Wendy made a great shot winning the game George picked her up and kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek mind you, but a wet sloppy tongue in the mouth kiss. He was holding her ass cheeks and she wrapped her legs around his waist. When George started grinding his cock into her pussy through her dress, Bob tried to draw my attention. 

But I ignored him and stood there watching her kiss him back, all the time trying to get pissed. She suddenly realized what was happening and pushed George away. When she came over to me, I could see she was embarrassed and kept trying to explain what happened. I looked at her for a few very tense seconds trying to get pissed, but for some reason I couldn't. 

Finally, I smiled and asked her what it felt like. There wasn't any anger in my voice, so when she looked in my eyes I asked her again; what did it feel like to kiss him. She took a deep breath, thought about it for a second then said; it felt good, in fact it had excited her. 

I said Ok, and started racking the balls. I hung the rack on the wall, then I looked at her, smiled and said; well, if that's the case we'll just have to see how the night goes. 

George broke and dropped three balls, Wendy gave him a hug and almost kissed him, instead the two of them looked over at me. We had talked about bringing another person into our bed and I figured what the hell, two's better then one. So I said; don't look at me she's a big girl. 

All the tension between the four of us disappeared and for the next hour or so Wendy moved between the three of us kissing and fondleling each of us.

Finally she whispered in my ear that she was hot and her pussy was sopping wet, she said, it needed some attention soon. She kissed me and said, ether invite the brothers to come home with us or take care of it myself, she didn't care as long as she got a good hard fuck. 

I was kinda shocked because she never talked like that, but by the time the night was over I'd be shocked again and again.

I threw my cue on the table, looked at the brothers and said, OK guys, tonight's your lucky night, follow us home. I paid the bar tab and we all headed out the door. 

In the parking lot I told the brothers we lived around the corner then Wendy and I got in the car. Before I could even get it started Wendy had leaned over the seats and was unzipping my pants. She had her mouth on my cock and I had to laugh, the funny thing was, other then the brothers, this is just how our first date went.

Between the beers and Wendy sucking my cock I almost hit the garage door when I pulled in the driveway. I put the car in park, reclined my seat and told her we were home. Wendy was really into my cock, she hadn't gone down on me like this in years. 

The brothers pulled in behind us and parked. They were walking up to the car so I told her they were coming and tried to get her to stop. Instead, she spread her legs open as far as she could and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. 

The brother looked in the open window and started cheering her on. She kept at it for a few minutes giving them a good show.

Wendy finally took her mouth off my cock and sat up, when she looked in my eyes she had a look on her face of pure lust. The brothers opened her door and helped her out, then she stood between them with her eyes closed while they kissed her and fondled her tits.

I got out of the car and told the three of them to take it inside before the neiborhood saw what we were doing, we were all so excited we practically ran to the door. Once inside I told them to go to the living room and went to get us all beers.

I walked into the living room and what I saw almost made me drop the beers. The brothers had stripped down to their underwear and were sitting on the couch watching Wendy dance on the coffee table. Her dress was gone and she was squeezing her tits with one hand. Using the other hand she had pushed her panties to one side and had her fingers in her twat.

She was twisting and turning them working herself into a frenzy until her legs started to shake. She pulled her fingers out of her twat and very seductively licked them clean. 

I walked over to the couch and handed the brothers their beers then stood there watching Wendy dance. Her hand went behind her back and we cheered and whistled as her bra popped loose.

She turned her back to us and we watched the straps slide off her shoulders and down her arms. She danced around to face us with one arm across her tits, she was twirling her bra with her other hand then she threw it, laughing as we fought to catch it. 

She let her arm slowly drop down exposing first her big hard nipples then those big beautiful tits of hers. She put her arms behind her head and it made her tits lift a little making them look even better.

George jumped up and lifted her off the table. He held her in his arms and started dancing with her, he was so tall her feet never touched the floor. After a few minutes Georges set her back on the table and his fingers went to the band of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs. 

When he saw her freshly shaved pussy he let out a yell, sniffed the crouch of her panties and threw them to his brother. He picked her up again and set her gently on the floor. 

He pushed on her shoulders untill she dropped to her knees, he rubbed his cock through his shorts and said, suck my cock bitch.

Wendy was so excited her hands were shaking as she slowly tugged his boxers down his legs. When his cock popped out and hit her cheek she closed her eyes, sucked in her breath and moaned. She started breathing really fast and I watched her shake as a puddle formed on the floor between her knees.

By then, Bob had joined his brother, then I did, we stood in front of her and watched as she sucked one cock after another. If she wasn't sucking cock she was sucking our balls, when she sucked one cock she jerked off the other two cocks.

Bob's cock was the biggest and Wendy was really getting into it and it showed on his face. When he told her to slow down or he was going to cum she just sucked his cock deep into her mouth and started jerking us real fast. Bobs head went back and he stood on his tip toes, he let out a yell and cum started leaking out the corner of Wendy's mouth.

George pushed his brother out of the way and stood next to me. Wendy turned to me and her mouth went straight to my cock and I could still feel his cum in her warm mouth. 

Wendy alternated between our cocks and when she had us both close to cumming she put both tips in her mouth. George came first then me a minute later. She couldn't swallow it all so some of it ran down her chin and dripped on her tits. 

George dropped to the couch and Wendy put an arm around my leg while she used her other hand to wipe the cum off her tit. Then she pushed her finger in her twat and rubbed the cum all over her pussy. She started finger fucking herself and had to hold onto my leg when she orgasmed.

Bob pulled her over and told her get on her hands and knees. He licked her pussy from behind while he stroked his big cock. When it was hard again he lined it up with her pussy and buried it in one hard thrust making Wendy scream.

At first I though he hurt her, but she started saying; fuck me Bob, fuck me harder, I sat back and watched her enjoy herself while she got fucked.

George was hard again so he knelt in front of her and shoved his cock in her mouth. Once again I was a little nervous, but she sure looked like she was enjoying it so I relaxed and let her have her fun. She was really getting pounded and must have had a dozen orgasms. 

Bob pulled Wendy back against his chest so George could slide under her and lay on his back. Bob let her go and pushed her down on George. The next thing I knew they were both in her pussy, Wendy had a look of pure lust on her face and started pushing back as they fucked her.

Bob pulled his cock out and lined it up with her asshole, that's when I jumped up and pulled him back, I told him if anyone is going to ass fuck her it was going to be me. He didn't say anything, he just smiled and went up to her head. He rubbed his cock on her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked him in. 

I stroked my cock a few times to make it nice and hard then put the tip against her tight little hole. I wasn't sure she'd go for it but when I pushed I felt her ass open and my cock slid right in. I sat there for a moment letting her get used to it. 

She started pushing back so I joined George and we got a nice rhythm going, one out, one in. I knew I couldn't last long with her tight ass squeezing my cock and feeling Georges cock rub my dick. I didn't have to, she started shaking and bucking as she had a huge orgasm, George wrapped his arms around her and held on. I came, when George felt my cock pulsing as I pumped my cum in her ass, he came, then a few seconds later Bob let go.

I was done for the night but Wendy was insasunable and was just getting starting. Luckily the guys were young and seemed to have constant hard on's. I sat on the couch and watched as the two of them fucked her silly for the rest of the night. 

Finally about four in the morning, George passed out, Bob and I had given up about an hour before that. That's when Wendy crawled over and woke me up by sucking my cock. She got it nice and hard then climbed on my lap and told me to make love to her nice and slow. 

It was kinda funny hearing her say that with her hair messed up, make up smeared and covered with dried cum. But that's just what I did, I kissed her and fondled her tits while she kinda rocked on my lap. 

We both orgasmed one last time then fell asleep holding each other. When we woke up the sun was up, George and Bob were gone but they left us a note on the table that said; had a great time, if you ever want to do it again call us. 

There was a number next to it so Wendy picked it up and said; we better keep this. Then we dragged ourselves up stairs, took a shower and went to bed. 

This was one anniversary we'll never forget,

At least until next year.



The Anniversary



"Alrighty guys, I gotta leave now."

"Aww you can't leave yet!"

"Drive home safe!"

He laughed as he said his goodbyes around the room, but as he was going out the door, his girlfriend followed him out to his car in the semidarkness. The bright moon allowed her to see his beautiful figure clearly in the summer night.

By the time she reached him, he had noticed her and while leaning his head back to look at the sky full of stars, he asked, "Do dreams ever come true?" She too looked up at the sky and made a quick silent prayer, I just want him to be happy. They looked back at each other and that look always made her heart melt as he automatically wrapped her in a tight hug and she squeezed him back longingly.

"I don't want you to leave yet.." she whispered while still in the hug.

"Well, I could stay longer if you wanted me to," he spoke softly into her shiny black hair, not relinquishing his hold on her.

She gently backed up against his car and brought him even closer. In the process, the rest of his body pressed smoothly up against her's and the warmth of his thigh against her bare leg became distracting. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," she sighed into his shoulder.

"Oh, you mean when I do this?" and he pushed his hips into her and she groaned both in frustration and pleasure.

After a moment she tried to pull back from the hug but instead he pulled her closer. "No wait," she tried to assure him that she wouldn't let go. This time he released his hold slightly and she leaned back just far enough so that her face was a breath away from his, "I just wanted to wish you a good night.." The breath from each word settled on his lips in a warm swirl and it was he that closed the gap and easily pressed his lips to her's in what was meant to be a quick kiss. However, neither of them broke off and she pulled his chest against her, savoring the softness of those light pink lips even after experiencing this with him countless times over the past years.

His breathing became deeper and she could feel his heartbeat quicken through his chest, somehow matching her own racing heart so she opened her lips at the same moment he did and let him explore her mouth with fervor. Then, their tongues met in a dance of joining and she still found the taste of him pleasant. After some time of this union, his hands slipped out of the hug to slide slowly down her sides until they were just above her hips. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck and sifted one hand through his short brown hair, somehow sending shivers shooting up his spine.

"Please touch me.." he begged, the words just barely brushing her lips.

"I don't want to disrespect you," she lowered her head and blushed, remembering their promise years ago when they started dating.

He pulled back a little further and tilted her chin up so that he could look straight into her amber eyes and spoke in earnest, "I should have realized it years ago that you're the one. I know without a doubt that I won't regret what we do anymore and you've always respected my decisions.. and boundaries."

Quietly, he brought her close again and hugged her. "Let's go back inside for a bit," she suggested with a twinkle in her eyes, or maybe it was just the reflection from the moonlight. They grudgingly released their warm hug and went back into the house, but the lights were all out except the hallway light. "Everyone probably went downstairs, lemme go grab my bag and we can go down."

But as she went down the hall, he stealthily followed her and saw the guest bedroom up ahead. As she was about to pass by the doorway, he put his hand over her mouth and pushed her into the mentioned bedroom and closed the door quickly, the click of the lock barely audible over her muffled note of surprise. She could just make out his secretive smile from the moonlight streaming in through the window as he removed the hand from her mouth and said, "Shhh.."

Before she could do anything else, he kissed her purposefully and she let him push her up against the wall intimately. "Touch me," he moaned again and turned his head to the right, placing his lips upon the side of her neck and sucking ever so slightly. She laid one hand on his chest, just to feel the thrill of his breathing and sighs. With the other hand, she moved lower to his hip but settled it on the curve of his slim hip under his shirt and just above his belt. She still didn't want to offend him and knew that once her hands roamed lower, she would never be able to hold back any longer.

As he sucked on her lush skin and lapped his tongue against her sensitive neck, she leaned her head back so that the skin stretched taut and his sucks increased in intensity. Once again his hands travelled to her hips and he slid one behind her, caressing her lower back and pulling her hips against his. Immediately she was aware of his arousal, growing hot and heavy against her upper thigh and she couldn't stop her hand from tugging at his belt.

With that cue, he stepped back and carelessly took off his shirt as she gazed in awe at the sudden appearance of his flexed pecs, the perfect muscle tone of his abs, and the two lines that traced down to below his pants... In that moment of stillness, he pulled her shirt off too since she was still in her bikini underneath. Then he grabbed her hands and guided them to his belt, looking into her eyes and smiling.

"Are you sure it's okay?" she questioned as she tried to keep her head focused on his face for any sign of doubt.

"I'm absolutely sure that it's way more than okay." And he went to undo his belt himself but she beat him to it, slowly unbuckling it as she looked deep into his eyes. Her subtle makeup looked sultry in the dim light, and the suspense sent a new wave of heat to his loins. With the belt now loosened, she whipped it off him and dropped it on the floor. Taking control, she turned him so that his back was now against the wall and she enticingly unzipped his fly, taking her time in sliding his pants down his legs until he kicked them off, all the while keeping eye contact.

She traced both hands down from his collarbone to his hips, her fingertips barely grazing his skin yet nevertheless still taking in each defined muscle. The bulge in his boxers betrayed his length and sure enough, as she knelt down on her knees and rid him of his impeding boxers, his erection stood out straight and firm. Blushing slightly, he looked down at himself, just inches away from her mouth, the raw tension in the air of being completely exposed to his beautiful admirer.

Before proceeding, she glanced up at him and he grinned back, encouraging her to go on. Therefore, she took his erection in her hand and softly squeezed, the warmth burning into her fingers as she felt and explored him curiously, noting what made him sigh deeply. Already his precum started leaking out as she carefully guided his tip into her mouth and he almost sagged against the wall. Her mouth was a moist and perfectly soft pressure along his length as she guided more and more of him in until he could feel the back of her throat.

He was impressed that she could engulf almost all of him, and she relaxed her throat so she wouldn't gag on him. Her tongue swiveled around his penis, tasting every bit of him in a gradual manner. As he gazed down at her, he couldn't help cupping his hand under her chin and rubbing his thumb against her cheek. Her eyes had been closed as she sucked him but they fluttered open at his sincere touch.

Furthermore, she began to bob her head slightly back and forth with every suck and release, and he noticed that her movements were not like a porn star's but just... different. She was truly trying to please him, not grind on him. Gradually her sucks became more forceful, though not much faster. Also, she gave his heavy sacs a gentle tug, rubbing her thumb down each one and he let forth a moan. His hips moved back and forth of their own accord as she continued running her tongue along his shaft and repeating the small tugs on his balls.

When she felt the tension arise in his pelvis, she delicately pulled him out of her mouth and he stroked himself slowly to prolong these thunderous desires that he envisioned in not one but several unashamed fantasies about her. She smiled sweetly and stood up, closing the gap between them and kissing his scruff from his ear to his lips in the most soothing barely-there-kisses. One of his hands searched her back and he tugged the knot loose on her bikini top as she pulled it all the way off and he bumped their chests together, the contact of skin on skin delivering goosebumps through them both and he could feel her nipples harden against him. Their lips met again and she twirled her tongue teasingly around his.

Meanwhile, she took over the handjob and wrapped her hand around his penis and pulled it up between their pelvises. At the end of each stroke she gently tugged him upwards as her thumb slid up and down the underside from base to tip, creating a steady line of pressure and encouraging the flow of increased arousal in him. Eventually his knees started to turn weak as they trembled against her legs and instead she ringed his tip with her thumb, gliding it over the hole until he moaned again and spurted all over both of their stomachs. Then, she slowed her strokes as the heat dispersed throughout his abdomen and he still shook with the orgasm.

She broke off kissing him to go down and lick his penis clean, then traveled up his abdomen to lap up his seed from his own body. Once she was finished, he proceeded to put his hands on her hips, his thumbs tucked into the sides of her shorts as he inquired, "May I?" She nodded and smiled as he took both her shorts and bikini bottom off of her at once. When he straightened again, he steered her against the wall and began sucking her neck once more as his light hands caressed her lower back and butt. As she sighed contentedly, she kissed the top of his head as he licked his way up her neck to just below her ear.

Feeling his hot breath down her back, she shivered and he slid his right hand up her strong thigh before having it come to a rest on her slickened lips. The other hand caressed her breast, pushing up and down as his thumb ringed her dark nipple which sent a wave of thrill through her. He easily slid his middle finger between her lips and probed all around her, feeling out her soaked area. Soon enough he found her clit, for when he pressed up on her, such a gasp of pleasure escaped her that he had to continue stimulating her.

Moreover, he used his thumb to lightly rub her clit and brought his other hand down to grope her entrance which was oozing with her juices. He brought his head back up to kiss her lips and she tilted her head to the side, allowing more room so that she could passionately join her tongue with his in a heated battle. Slowly, he shoved his two fingers deeper and deeper into her and she could feel every gradual push within her body.

Something deep behind her navel stirred and a strong wave of heat washed over her, he could even feel the warmth inside her and he continued to probe upwards until his fingertips glazed over her g-pot and she groaned straight into his mouth. He smiled as he kissed her and fluttered his fingertips across her round spot, and her abdominal walls constricted around his hand, increasing her tightness.

His thumb pumped along her clit, her sweet slickness spreading between her legs as she struggled to tame her hips. Once he slowed his pace, she achingly tugged at his bottom lip with her mouth, at that moment she would do anything he asked for those hands to keep touching her like that.

"You're so good with your fingers," she huffed and he smirked, almost embarrassed at his newfound skill.

He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, tasting her juice as she watched him amusedly. Next, he lowered himself down and ran his hands up her thighs so that she spread her legs a little wider. The sight of her soaking pink love spot completely exposed before him made his dick twitch and stiffen in anticipation. He brought his lips upon her and swirled his tongue along her clit, swallowing her juicy fluids.

She moaned his name out loud and he flickered the tip of his tongue up and down her clit until her pelvis shook with a blossoming orgasm and she let forth little gasps. As he looked up, he noticed her chest heaving up and down with each gasp and couldn't help cupping her soft breasts in his hands and placing tender kisses upon each one. In response, she thrust her hips into his and finally felt his hardness upon her bare groin.

He blew hot air across her collarbone and straightened, his own hunger reflected in her eyes. Then, he guided her towards the bed and sat on it. She settled on his lap with both of her legs between his and she touched his hot erection, reveling in the change in his expression. They took a moment just to drink in the sight of each other, the sensual contact of skin on warm skin, the heat of their breaths as they panted on one another softly, and the luscious tastes mingling in their mouths.

All at once, she inhaled his musky scent and they embraced together as he fell back against the downy covers, pulling her on top of him. Giggling, she rubbed her nose against his and rolled over so that he was now the one on top. He deftly lifted his weight off of her and she missed his warmth. As he straddled her legs with his knees, she brought her hands around the back of his head and lowered him to her level so that she could kiss him gently on the lips.

He gingerly lowered himself back down on her more comfortably, his length squished between their abdomens. Their foreheads touched and he whispered "I love you," to her, "I always have." She moved her hand down to his shoulder and sifted the other through his hair before replying, "I love you too, and I discovered the answer to your question: dreams really do come true."

He laughed lightly and brought his hips up, using his hand to guide his penis smoothly into her entrance. Sighing at the sensual connection, she calmed her body and he pushed himself all the way into her. He could feel the steady pressure and tension surrounding his entirety and a whole new chasm of pleasure opened up in his mind. Soon after, he arched his back to drag him partway out of her before proceeding to drive his cock back into her welcoming velvet vagina.

At the same time, she repeatedly kissed him, prolonging each kiss until he slipped his tongue back into her mouth. He continued to hump her softly and her abdominal walls constricted around his hardness, producing both a tightening sensation in her and on him. Eventually he increased his pace until their chests slid against each other at the intense thrusts of his agile hips.

Finally, he felt his sacs tighten and he shot his cum deep inside of her just as her sweet spot spewed her fluids down him until they gushed out over their thighs in a glossy intensity. They each looked into the other's eyes as the rippling sensations of extreme pleasure and internal satisfaction ricocheted through their very bones, the nerves in their genitalia overloaded with sensations.

Sighing deeply, he slid out of her and got up off the bed, then put his arms beneath her knees and armpits to pick her up. He brought her into the bathroom and placed her on her feet in the shower. She turned the water on and adjusted the temperature as he moved in behind her. Kindly, he reached his arms around her waist and helped rinse off their messes from her thighs, resting his chin on her shoulder.

The steamy water buffeted her body and his touches were light and soothing between her legs. He also washed off the stickiness from his throbbing manhood, and they stumbled out of the shower. Quickly, she rubbed a thick cotton towel over her body, and then she rubbed his body down until they were both dry. Tired yet content, they slid under the covers naked and he spooned up behind her in a protective, rather than sexual, role. He kissed her goodnight and she fell asleep in his arms. Glinting in the moonlight, the ring he offered her exactly a year ago reinforced his decision that he had made tonight and he soundly drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied for the first time in his life.



The Anniversary



Carl settled in the comfortable leather arm chair, just has he been instructed to do; it was placed in the corner of their bedroom. The room was lit by a couple of low lamps and some candles, on the table next to the chair sat his favourite drink; a vodka and tonic. Emma walked over to him, she was wearing only a loosely tied silk gown and the gaps in its front provided him with glimpses of her magnificent body, he could already feel a stirring in his pants. "I'm going to blindfold you for a few minutes" she announced, picking up his recently discarded tie. Her large breasts brushed gently against his face as she tied the tie tightly around his head. "There's only one rule tonight" she whispered in his ear "when you are told to, you may remove the blindfold but you must remain seated until you are told otherwise."

"You may remove your blindfold" an unfamiliar female voice announced, Carl quickly complied, blinking as his eyes adjusted too the light. The first thing he noticed was that Emma was standing naked directly in front of him but her arms were pulled above her, suspended from a hook driven into the ceiling, one that had not been there when he went to work, she was tied to it by what looked like dark velvet rope, her feet tied together by the same material. The last thing he noticed was that her mouth was gagged with a ball gag. Sitting on the bed behind Emma was another women, thin but beautiful, wearing a short PVC skirt, long thing high boots and a very small leather bra, she looked every inch the fetish model, she smiled at Carl. "My name is Anna, I'm going to use your wife, I'm going to explore every inch of her, I'm going to make her satisfy me and I'm going to make her feel things she has never felt before, when I'm finished with her, I will let you use her, before that point you are not allowed to leave that chair, you must watch every minute of it, you may wank if you wish, I'm sure it will not be very long before you feel the need" she said with a pointed look at his crotch. 

Anna pulled a pair of velvet gloves from a bag she had placed near the foot of the bed, as she slowly pulled them on she kissed Emma, running her tongue around the ball in her mouth. She then began to gently stroke Emma's curvy, tanned body; first she ran her hands down Emma's back and across her firm ass, then while standing behind her she reached around cupping and stroking her enormous breasts and teasing her rapidly hardening nipples. As Anna's left hand started to make light circles on Emma's clit she whispered in her ear, "you like being touched by a women, don't you?" 

Emma whimpered with pleasure as she gently nodded. Almost as if this was the sign she had been waiting for, Anna again reached into her bag and pulled out a leather covered paddle, Carl could see it in her hand but Emma couldn't, the whole scene was turning him on like nothing he had ever seen before, he reached down and began to loosen his belt.

"You're a very dirty girl and now you're going to be punished" growled Anna, quickly landing the first blow on Emma's arse. She delivered 10 in quick succession, alternating cheeks with each blow! She then went back to stroking Emma's ass with her soft velvet gloved hands, Carl could see that Emma was enjoying it, especially when Anna let one of her hands stray around to Emma's pussy, rubbing her clit. Just as Emma was getting lost in the moment, Anna started to paddle her ass again, this time landing the blows harder and not stopping until she reached twenty! After this Anna picked something else out from the bag and stood in front of Emma, "since you've handled this very well, I'm going to reward you with a little present" she said with a sly smile on her face, "some jewellery to make those massive tits look even more impressive" with that she quickly attached a shinny pair of steel nipple clamps directly onto Emma's hard nipples! She yelped with pain, which Anna rewarded by tugging hard on the chain that connected the nipples, eliciting another yelp!

Anna knelt down in front of Emma giving Carl a good view of her pert ass in the process, she began to use her tongue to pleasure Emma's clit, but each time a muffled cry of pleasure escaped from Emma's mouth she quickly pulled on the nipple clamps. In the chair Carl was now expertly stroking his erect cock, enjoying every minute of the show. 

"Now that I've got you both warmed up its time for the main event," Anna grinned as she untied Emma from the hooks, as she removed the gag she kissed her passionately, pushing her tongue deep into Emma's mouth, urgently pulling on the nipple clamp chain. Anna ordered Emma to get onto the bed, kneeling down on all fours facing Carl.

Standing in front of Emma blocking Carl's view Anna order Emma to lick her pussy, at first she was a little hesitant, it was after all her first time with a women, but Anna's quick pulls at the nipple clamps encouraged her. 

She ran her tongue up and down Anna's pussy drawing tight circles on her clit and probing her moist pussy with her sharp tongue, as a climax began to grow in her, Anna grabbed a chunk of Emma's hair and used it to push her face deeper into her pussy, Anna began to really grind her pussy down onto Emma's tongue, riding it until she came with an almighty cry of pleasure. Although he couldn't see what was happening, the noises both women were making turned Carl on so much that as he stroked his cock he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. 

A hard black vibrator was the next thing to emerge from Anna's bag and it wasn't long before she was teasing Emma's clit with it, the vibrations pushing Emma close to orgasm, but just as she thought she would come the vibrator would be removed and Anna would use her now gloveless hand to spank Emma's ass! Finally she plunged the vibrator deep into Emma's dripping wet pussy and began to fuck her with it, this drove both Emma and Carl wild, they both reached climax almost simultaneously, Carl's cum shot across the room, splashing onto Emma's face; she licked at the bits she could reach, swallowing her husband's salty juices! 

Anna, was looking pleased with herself but the couple were both surprised when Anna ordered them to stay were they are, she also order Emma to continue fucking herself with the vibrator! "I haven't finished with you and we need to re-inspire your husband, so you can properly pleasure him" , Anna said this as she pulled a harness out of her bag and strapped it around her waist, before attaching a large black dildo, standing in front of Emma she said "your going to suck my fat cock, and you'd best do a good job because after that I'm going to fuck you in the ass with it, so the better the job you do the less it will hurt!" With that Emma began to suck Anna's cock with the passion she used on her husbands member, after a few moments of this Carl could feel his cock starting to harden again, especially when Anna grabbed Emma's hair and used it to force her to deep throat the rubber cock!

After a few more moments of impressive oral performance, Anna removed the cock from Emma's mouth and positioned herself behind Emma ready to fuck her doggy style, "while I'm fucking your tight little arsehole with my fat, black cock, your going to fuck your self with that vibrator, your going to have both your holes filled!"

Without hesitation Anna plunged the dildo deep into Emma's ass, the pain was sharp but muted by the pleasure of the vibrator in her pussy; Anna grabbed Emma's thighs and began to fuck her ass, hard and fast. She fucked her like she'd had a cock all her life and it wasn't long before Emma was crying out in pleasure, close to reaching orgasm. "Carl get up and stick your cock in her mouth" ordered Anna, Carl was quick to comply and soon Emma's skilful tongue was running up and down his shaft and he could feel her teeth against his skin as he aggressively fucked her mouth. It wasn't long before Emma reached her climax and enjoyed the sort of orgasm that could only be produced by having a cock in every orifice; Anna pulled her cock out of Emma's ass and removed the vibrator. "Now you will fuck your wife, while I watch" with that Anna sat herself in the chair, draping her long legs over each arm and began to pleasure herself with the vibrator.

Leaving Emma bent over; Carl manoeuvred behind her and began to fuck her doggy style, just like she loved. He spanked her ass and pulled her hair as he rode her, after a few moments just when he thought he was about to come he heard Anna say "Emma, ride him you filthy whore, let me see what you can do!"

Pushing Carl onto his back Emma lowered herself onto his rock hard cock, she looked at Anna as she started to ride him, and then began to play with her tits, she grabbed and squeezed them, playing with her nipples at the same time, Carl grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and held onto them while he watched his beautiful wife ride his cock, pleasuring herself at the same time, it didn't take long for him to come, he filled her moist pussy with his red hot cum, just as he heard Anna getting herself to orgasm. The couple collapsed together in a sweaty heap, Emma looked at Carl, she was exhausted and dripping with sweat but sexier then ever, "Happy Anniversary hunny" she smiled, Carl smiled back kissing her forehead.

As Anna left the room, she called out to Carl, "Maybe next year we'll tie you up!"



The Anniversary



My wife, Susan, and I got married pretty young, almost out of high school. As soon as I met her, I knew I had found the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. As perfectly matched as we were, she had never been sexually motivated, I could see glimpses of the sexual animal I wanted to bring out in here from time to time. But, for the most part, it was like watching life through a keyhole, no matter how hard I tried, it seemed like my goal was just a little blurry and certainly out of reach. I wanted to change that.

The hardest part of her not wanting to have sex that often was... her, actually. Susan is a stunning brunette, with shoulder length, curly hair, unruly at times, but framed a beautiful face that had remained unchanged over the years we'd known each other. Her best feature isn't the fact that she's a little taller than normal at 5 foot 7, but her incredible set of 38D cup breasts. She had lacked the curves when we first married and had blossomed into something much more after childbirth, her rear softened up into a nice, well developed set of rounded cheeks. What everyone couldn't see, was the perfectly round, pink nipples that tipped those incredible D cups. Even if I wasn't married to her, it'd be hard to keep my hands off of her, and knowing she was mine, made it even more difficult to only have sex once a month, knowing what that body looked like, naked in my bed and wanting me on it. 

Our wedding anniversary was coming up and I made it very clear that I wanted to have sex that night, she kind of gave me the, "Oh, ok... if you REALLY want to," look that I've seen so often with her, usually when I'm on my weekly "let's have sex" begging spree. It always seemed like after I got her in bed and warmed up, she was willing to try pretty much anything I introduced into the bedroom. And the pillow talk we would have while there drove me insane, I could tell there was a real nympho buried deep in my wife, I just had to coax her out. And that was where my plan started to unfold.

The night of our anniversary, we were both dressed casually and she was displaying a little more cleavage than normal with a blouse that hung pretty low. I smiled as I noticed that the neckline was slightly elastic... she wore a lot of those, and I wondered if she did it on purpose, knowing that I enjoyed pulling her shirt down far enough to display even more cleavage.

We went out and did the dinner and movie thing and got back to the house at about 9 pm. The kids were out doing their own thing (on my cue) and we had the house to ourselves. I walked into the living room, shut the drapes and sat down on the couch, looking at the clock on the wall and mentally going over times to make sure my plans go off without a hitch. Susan walks in the room and plops down next to me, looking at me as I reach for the remote.

"Just going to sit there and watch TV, are you? Weren't we going to mess around a little?" Susan said, looking at me suspiciously.

"Want to watch a little TV before we retire to the bedroom?" I said.

"Ok, let's just not spend too much time watching, I'm already starting to get a little tired."

"Fair enough, I figured watching a little 'adult' entertainment would help get you a little warmed up before we start." I had planned this out weeks in advance, so I knew exactly what movie we were going to watch and had already put it on a thumb drive. It was already waiting for me to fire it up on the TV. 

I hit play on the TV and the movie starts up, pretty sedate starting with very little story, but increasingly wild action. The first scene was of a pretty typical adult movie couple, a muscular, tanned male and a curvy, fake breasted blonde who works the male over in typical porno style. I look over at Susan and you can tell she's focused on the action and it loving every minute of watching these two writhe on the screen. I reach over and grab her hand and put it on my semi-hard cock. She looked at me, smiles and starts rubbing it through my pants making my member spring to full life.

The scene on the TV had changed to a threesome featuring two women and a man, and by this point, I was hardly watching anything happening up there. Pulling down Susan's shirt a little, I reveal a semi sheer black lace bra - one that I hadn't seen before. Almost as a retaliation for pulling her shirt down, she begins working on my zipper with both hands, her attention divided between the TV and her need to put her hands on my cock. After watching her struggle with it, I help her out and unbutton my pants and unzip my fly, exposing my underwear and my cock shifts over to poke it's big, purple head from the top of my underwear. Not seconds after I unzip, she has it out and starts stroking it with long, deliberate strokes. She has a way of using her thumb to rub right under the head that drives me insane. I'm in heaven. 

I nearly lose track of time, but maintain my composure long enough to look up at the clock and realize that the next step of my plan happens at 10 pm, and it's getting close - 5 minutes. I use the time wisely to pull her bra down to expose a stiff, pink nipple. Looking up at her, I notice she's blissfully watching the threesome on TV and stroking my cock absentmindedly. I reach up and put my finger under her chin and draw her attention away from the TV and pull her in for a kiss. Opening my mouth a little further, she reciprocates by opening hers and I work my tongue into her mouth, her tongue mingling with mine. 

"Ready to move to the bedroom?" I softly whisper into her ear, kissing it gently.

"I've been ready, I thought you'd never ask." Susan coo's back at me.

With a nod of my head, we head to the bedroom and as soon as we hit the door, she turns and puts her arms around me, kissing me deeply, pulling me into her, and shifting subtly to make sure her body rubs my painfully, partially exposed cock. Reaching down, I pull her blouse over her head, exposing the black lace bra I had only seen the edges of. Looking down, I can clearly see her nipples through the lace. I hadn't planned on leaving it on, but after seeing it, I decide to leave the bra on. Instead, I unbutton her jeans and push them to the floor, revealing a matching set of black sheer lace panties, through which I can see that she's ready for me. 

As I reach down to explore the new panties a little, I also realize that she's completely shaved. She knows that drives me insane with passion, I've always had a little bit of a hang up with hair and I love the feel of a cleanly shaved pussy. It feels so sexy when I'm shaved and she's shaved, it seems like if we put any sort of lubrication between us, it's almost a surreal sensation of having both areas sliding around, with nothing but a little lube between us. I leave the panties on and lead her to the bed.

Landing neatly on the bed, with her under me, I reach down and grab her by the wrists, pull them up and say, "How about a little 'restrained' fun?"

"Mmmmm... ok." Susan mutters.

She's always been a little submissive, and I've had a lot of fun tying her up in the past. I've not done it for a while and I'm really looking forward to it. I like to punish my little slave now and again, and this is the night where she's going to give more than she's ever given. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the cuffs and put them on her wrists. We've got a wrought iron bed with a lot of floral scroll work in it, there's plenty of places to latch the cuffs to and I pick a nice spot with her wrists just about the width of her shoulders, making sure she's comfortable.

After the second cuff is in place, I grab some rope I had hidden beneath the pillows and work my way down to her ankles. "Going all out tonight, are we?" Susan purrs.

"Quiet, slave. And... you don't know half of it," sparking a wry grin on her half. Tonight is going to be fun.

Her legs now tied to corners of the bed, leaving her spread eagle with barely enough slack for her to put her knees up, I finish up and admire my handiwork. Looking up and down her, Susan is writhing around slightly, her pussy gleaming slightly by the soft, warm light put out by the lamps on either side of the bed. She looks up at me adoringly and motions me over by a nod of her head.

Smiling a little, I bend over, placing a hand on one of her large breasts and whisper into her ear, "The safeword for tonight is 'banana," and she grins in acknowledgement. I follow her grin with a kiss to the ear.

Shifting my weight a little, I push my cock on to her cheek and she dutifully takes it into her mouth, drawing the big, purple head deeply into her mouth, making a loud sucking noise. The sensation is amazing. I let my little slave suck my cock for a few minutes, while I watch the time closely, at 10:30... I'm going to push her buttons... a lot. And it's nearly time, just about 10 more minutes.

While she's sucking my cock, I spend some time exploring her body, fondling her nipples and rubbing her freshly shaved pussy, watching her move her hips while I rub. Just to make sure she knows that she's the slave, I spank her lightly on the pussy and tits now and again, getting a slight wince from her. In retaliation for the wince, I push my cock deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. It's nearly 10:30 by now, time to roll out the rest of my perverse plan. She has no idea what's in store for her.

Pulling my cock from her mouth, I get a somewhat disappointed look on Susan's face. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the final piece of tonight's hardware, a blindfold. Looking over at her, she knows what I'm holding and looks a little worried, we've done the blindfold thing before and I've had a great time with it. She's always been a little worried with it, but in the end had always warmed up to it. I lean over and put it on her. 

"Can you see?" I ask as I reach over and flick the lights on and off a few times, cuing the start of the rest of the night's entertainment.

"You know I can't, damn it."

"Good. Remember the safeword is..."

"Yeah, banana," she interrupts. "What are you doing?"

"Just standing here admiring you, slave. Ssssh." 

I can see her shift around a little, uncomfortably, pulling on her restraints as if one is going to magically come undone. I enjoy watching her uneasiness and then I wonder what she's thinking. In the distance, I hear a low click as if a door was being closed softly. A few moments later, I turn around and see that tonight's entertainment has arrived: a tall naked blonde man with a huge erection. He was my height, weight, and completely shaved - my twin in every respect, except his massive cock was a full 2 inches longer than mine. 

I knew I wanted to have a threesome for nearly as long as I knew Susan, but I've always been a little afraid about telling her about it. I got her to say once during some pillow talk that she'd fantasized about it while masturbating once or twice and the thought stuck in my head over since. About 4 months ago I came up with this plan, tie her to the bed and watch another man pleasure my wife, blindfolded. And join in later. I've been scouring the web ever since looking for just the right guy to do it.

John was a real interesting find, I found him on a local swinger's website and and I knew that as soon I saw a picture of him, he was the one. John could have easily been my twin, except with one pretty important feature, his cock was about two inches longer than my average 7 incher. My cock is thicker than most and his was every bit as thick, but longer and heavily veined. After contacting him via email, I met him at a local bar a couple of times to make sure he was the one and to go over the "rules of engagement" a few times. ●No speaking until the blindfold comes off. ●Must be shaved (face and cock) and showered. ●He must have no problems with incidental male/male contact... this IS a threesome. ●And... must be on time, ready to go, and naked at my signal at about about 10:30pm.

The rules and plan were simple: to screw and pleasure my wife anonymously and hide it for as long as possible... or until the mask came off. And now he's standing in front of me, naked, hard, and ready to hop on my wife. I motion over to my wife and he walks up the bed, surveying her. I sit down at a chair near the bed and get comfortable, the show is about to begin. 

John begins by reaching down and cupping one of Susan's large breasts, seemingly impressed by the look on his face. She responds in turn by arching her back slightly, probably surprised by the sudden attention after laying naked and blindfolded for several minutes. Again, she pulls on her restraints as if magically, one of them would loosen, but they remain a sturdy as ever and keep her arms and legs bound firmly bound.

My doppelganger had only seen pictures of her to this point and pictures never do her justice. I feel a little twinge of something as I see him touch her in that way, it's the first time any man other than myself has touched her in any sexual way in over 20 years. I like it.

Not wasting any time at all, he drops to his knees and pours over my wife's alabaster body, kissing her, sucking her nipples, fingering her pussy, and rubbing his fingers all over her smooth, curvaceous body. Kissing her lips, I can see him rub his erect cock up against her leg and across her hips, I know she can feel it because I can see her push back against it, feeling the length of it. Susan is enjoying this... being pleasured by this stranger, completely unknown to her.

By this time, I've shed all my clothes have plopped down in a chair next to the bed, completely naked, and hard as a rock. Watching her being pleasured by another man is such a turn on, there's no way I can keep from stroking my hard cock while watching the two of them, watching him run his hands and tongue all over her barely clothed body. He looks back at me, I give him the thumbs up and motion for him to take her bra off, which he does, by unsnapping her wrist restraints one at a time to get the garment off. I start to wonder if it bothers him, me watching him and my wife pleasure each other while I just sit there, masturbating. I shrug mentally as I watch him take her bra off, letting her breasts fall slightly to the sides, completely bare and her hard nipples looking like pencil erasers.

I think John had had enough. I see him position himself in a way next to her head, I know what he has in mind, he wants my wife to suck his cock. And I don't blame him. At this point, I'm about ready to go over there and let her do it, but that would ruin things, so I have to placate myself by slowly masturbating, watching the two of them.

Susan can feel him next to her and leans her head over and opens her mouth, John pushes the head of his cock into her mouth and pulls him in. At this point, I'm not sure if she can tell the difference between his cock and mine, but it is intensely erotic to see her start to suck him and watching him push his big cock into my wife's mouth. Pulling back slightly, he runs the length of his shaft across her parting lips, from this angle, I can see her hips gyrating slowly, she needs fucked, badly.

"My God, you are excited, aren't you? You seem bigger than normal, " she coos. "I need you in me, bad. Fuck me."

He ignores her, and continues to push her head on to his huge cock. She chokes a little and he pulls out and repositions himself on her chest. Pushing her large breasts together, he starts sliding his member in between them, met with her willing mouth at the apex of every stroke. Stopping every once in a while to smack her nipples with the head of his engorged cock, he continues to fuck her tits until she can't take any more.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but... I like it. Fuck me, please... I'm begging you."

John looks over at me and I nod, giving my approval. He gets up and positions himself, missionary style over Susan, his big cock hovering over her pussy, ready to push into her. And, with a little guidance... he's in. She lets out a deep moan, something I'd never heard from her before, and John starts fucking her. Slowly at first, but increasing in speed slowly, Susan is lost in ecstasy, and between the moans, I hear, "God, you're SO big." John spends at least 10 minutes pushing that big cock in and out of her, with me enjoying every minute of it. I get up from the chair to get a better look from the foot of the bed. Susan's breasts are swaying back and forth and leaping up every time he drives into her. I tap on his leg a little and he looks around at me, I motion him off of her and he stands by the edge of the bed and I get on and push into her. 

It was almost like she never noticed the difference. I drive deeply into her and she moans in pleasure. "Do you like my cock, Susan?"

"Oh God, yes. It's SO good...."

"Good. The only way it'd get better would if I made myself twins, huh?"

"Yeah, right... just keep fucking, I'm going to cum... hard and soon."

"Well, we don't want that... do we... slave." Knowing full well that she is DONE after she orgasms, I get off of her and stand next to the bed.

"You bastard, come back over here and fuck me."

I give her a light slap to the cheek and say, "No, you're MY slave. I do what I want. Now suck me." I motion to John to get up next to her face and she dutifully starts sucking his cock. I crawl up next to her head on the other side, watching her work John's big cock over. "You like that big cock, don't you?"

"Mmmmm... I do. I'd like it better if it were fucking me."

I lean in, place my cock on the side of her cheek, rubbing it around a little and trace a little path from her nose to her ear and take her mask off.

The look on her face goes from passion to a mix of amazement and horror. She immediately removes John's cock from her mouth and spins to look at me. For a minute, she says absolutely nothing, her gaze going from me back to John and back to me. She glances at each of our cocks, which are hovering over her face, just inches from her cheek. 

She finally musters up enough breath to say something, "I don't believe you did this to me. You're an asshole. Now untie me!"

"You've already had his cock in your mouth and your pussy, finish the job, slave."

"Oh no... have I? So that was... him fucking me?" She looks John up and down, eyes squinting at the massive piece of meat hovering over her face, still glistening with her saliva, almost pulsating with sexual energy. She licks her lips slightly and watches a drop of precum fall from the head of cock.

"John... Susan. Now you've been properly introduced."

I nod to John and whatever Susan was going to say was now muffled by his big cock entering her mouth. I reach down and remove her hands from her restraints and she immediately reaches up and grabs my cock and starts stroking it, her other hand is now pulling John into her mouth, deeply. I get up for a second and release her legs and she positions her now freed self in a spot much more conducive to sucking him and his huge, veined cock.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watch her work her magic on the huge member, stroking the shaft of his cock while she sucks the big, purple head in and out of her mouth. She runs her tongue up and down the shaft, stopping to nuzzle her nose in his balls. My wife takes each one of his balls into her mouth and pulls on them, causing John to moan slightly. I watch as she tongues his balls and strokes his cock at the same time. I can't take any more and I get up by her head and pull her over to suck mine, too. Susan's in ecstasy. She licks and sucks mine for a bit, and switches to Johns and then back to mine. She pulls herself up a bit and rests and the headboard a bit, propped up by her elbows. John and I both push our cocks in closer to her face and by turning her face just a little, she can switch between them easily. Sitting up a little more allows her use of her hands again. 




The Anniversary



Tonight was our 5th anniversary, I stepped out of the bathroom and stood in the door way. Wearing nothing but laced up boy shorts torques in color, lean against the door frame. Looking at you laying naked on the bed, candles where lite. Your body glistened in the flickering light.

You smiled at me and I smiled back at you. Already wet just thinking about the love that we will be making and how much I truly love you. I slowly walked over to the bed.

"Baby I love you so much. You are the only one for me, and that will never change. You have my heart always and forever." 

Pulling off my boy shorts, I slowly crawl on top of you. I start to kiss your lips deep with pure passion. I pull back and smile at you, I can feel you starting to get hard. I kiss you deeper, making me wetter and you harder.

A little moan escapes my mouth because of how much I want you. Grinding back and forth on your cock, you let me feel how much you really want me. I start to bite on your bottom lip, making you let out a sigh of pleasure. Then I start kissing and nibbling on your neck, making you sigh more with passion.

I slowly start moving down your body, kissing and nibbling on every inch. I'm making sure you know how much I love you and how mouthwatering your body taste to me. Stopping just above your naval, I look back at you. I want to the see how much you really wanted me to keep going.

Looking up into your eyes, I could see how much you desired me and wanted so much more. I continued to kiss passed you naval. Rubbing on your thighs, I lick up the staff of your cock making sure I make it all wet. I slowly taken you all in my hot wet mouth.

Going up and down, you're heavy breathing and way your toes are curling let me know how much you are loving it. I slow just enough to look up at you, your eyes are closed but the expression on your face lets me know that I'm doing exactly what you want. Your hand is on my head now, gripping my hair but pulling just slightly. You start to trust with your hips, letting me know that you want more of me.

I go deeper, taking all of your cock in my mouth once again. This time you're hitting the back of my throat. I pause for just a moment making you let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Going over and over again, you're starting to thrust with my every motion. I'm dripping wet now, I can't take any more. I slowly pull away and looking back at you.

"Baby I want you inside of me, I want to feel all of you. I beg you my love please make love to me, make me scream."

You pull me on top of you and start kissing me passionately. I could feel how much you truly love me. I start grinding back and forth again, just feeling how much you really wanted me. Your cocks rubbing on my dripping wet clit. I let out a moan for more.

"Baby, give me it all. I want to feel all of you," lifted my ass up slightly and slowly slide in.

I'm arching my back and holding my breath. Thinking to myself, it truly amazes me every time we make love how big you really are. I start to kiss you passionately again, nibbling on your bottom lip. I let out a moan with every motion, grinding back and forth on your cock.

"I want to go so deep, I want you to make me scream my love."

I'm picking up speed now, I start to bite and suck on your neck. Your hands are gripping my ass now. Squeezing so hard, you're starting to leave marks but feeling so good. You're pushing down on my hips to make sure I feel all of you. Making me scream and arch my back for more.

Grinding back and forth, our breathing is out of control. I can't hold it in any longer, there's so much pressure building up. I squeeze so hard, I explode with you inside of me. There's cum all over you're cock dripping down you're lower stomach, thighs, to your balls. So wet, slipping and sliding we goes faster.

You pull me in close and whisper in my ear, "baby I love you so much, you feel so amazing. I never want this feeling to stop."

I let out a moan of love and say, "me either my love, I'll never stop loving you."

You slowly roll me over and you're on top of me now, looking into my eyes. You slowly stick you're cock back in and I let out a scream of pleasure. Soaking wet now you start thrusting back and forth, going in and out. You lean in close to me and start biting on my neck.

Your hand is gripping my breast, softly massaging it. You're squeezing and lightly pulling on my nipples. I can't help but arch my back and let out a loud moan. The feeling is overwhelming, pressure is building up again.

I cum twice as hard, all over your cock. Squirting you and soaking the bed, it's going everywhere. It's running down your stomach, to your thighs on to the bed. There's puddles all over the bed just making us wetter.

You keep thrusting, going so deep making me scream so loud. You stop biting my neck and start kissing down my chest to my breast. Licking and nibbling on my nipples, your tongue flicking and playing with them. My back arches so high because it feels amazing.

You never once stopped or slowed your rhythm. After a little while of play, you start kissing back up my chest to my lips. You kiss me so deeply a moan escapes my lips and then silence. I lose my breath. Pulling away slowly and slowing your pace you look into my eyes.

"Baby you are my everything and so much more. I'm so glad you're my wife, my soul mate, always and forever."

Before I could say anything you start kissing me again. You're pace picks up again and you go faster, going deeper and deeper. Making me cum hard once again. Screaming so loud, you pull out of me. 

"Turn around and get on all fours. I want to go as deep as I possibly can my love."

I roll over slowly and get on all fours like you ask. I'm laying my head on the bed and sticking my ass in the air. You start to rub your cock all over my dripping wet vagina. My legs are shaking and I squirting all over you once again.

You laugh and say, "I know how much you love when I play with it baby."

Biting the bed now, I can feel you slowly stick your cock back in. A muffled moan escapes my mouth. This time I could hear you let out a moan as well because you have to shove a little harder. I've been squeezing so tightly from cumming so much.

You slowly trust deeper and deeper, making me scream louder and louder. The feeling is amazing, lost in our love. You start to go faster, going even deeper. I can feel the wetness on the bed under us just getting wetter, soaking us.

You smack my ass making scream for more. You grip on my hips so you can trust as deep as you can, making me scream with pleasure. You grip my hair and pull me back to you. With you still inside of me, you let go of my hair and grab my right breast. You're other hand grips my throat, squeezing tightly you make my screams silence.

Thrusting harder, you whisper in my ear, "Baby the whole neighborhood is going to hear you're screams."

You laugh and loosen your grip on my throat, I cum instantly from all the excitement. All you can hear now is the sound of our bodies smacking together. Heavily breathing and screams echo throughout the house, lost in each other were the only two people in the world.

Letting out a loud moan you say, "Baby I'm going to cum."

I let out a loud scream and say, "Cum for me baby, I want you to fill me up. I want you to be dripping out of me."

You start pounding into me, thrusting deeper and deeper. My legs are shaking now. I can feel you cock swelling inside of me, you're about to explode. I let out a final scream as you cum, the feeling is over powering that I cum with you.

Our bodies are shaking from the power behind our love. You're still inside of me, kissing my back and lay your head on me. We're barely able to say a word but after a few minutes of breathing heavily. 

You say, "Baby I love you with everything I have or could ever have in life."

I can feel your cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me and you're cock is slowly start to fall out of my vagina. I slowly lay down onto my belly with you still on top of me.

I whisper to you, "My love you are the only one for me, you're amazing in every way and so much more and that won't ever change."

We lay there for a long while before you slowly get up and cuddle up next to me. You wrap your arms around me and hold me tightly. Kissing my forehead, you smile are me, and we slowly drift off into a deep slumber.