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Charlene

By: Hot_Housewife03



It started when my father lost his job. We lost everything and had to move. We moved into an old house at the edge of town. It had been abandoned for many, many years and nobody really knew why. It looked as if it would crash to the ground at any moment. I didn’t like it. It gave me the creeps

My friends came over one evening to help me unpack and that was when everything began.

“Have you ever seen so much dust?” I said and gave a disgusted laugh. 

My eyes shifted toward the closed closet door and I realized that I hadn’t looked into it yet. It was jammed just a little, but Kenny and I pulled it open. There was a trunk sitting on the floor.

“Check it out,” I said and Kenny helped my pull it out of the closet.

“Wonder who it belongs to,” Marty said.

I looked at him. “Why don’t we find out?”

They gathered around as I undid the latch and lifted the top. Spiders and other critters scattered. I immediately noticed a photograph and an envelope lying on top. I reached down and picked up the envelope. There was a name written on the back of the photograph. Charlene Adman. I sat down on the bed and took out the piece of paper that was in the envelope.

Dear Friend,

I wanted to leave this note for whoever found the trunk. The items in this trunk are very precious to me. They belong to you now. Treasure them. I’m dying now…I know I am. I can feel it coming. The wound on my stomach continues to bleed. This will be my last Independence Day. Mommy is dead. Daddy shot her. Just moments ago, I heard the gun once more. I assume he is dead too. I’m getting tired and I know that it won’t be long. I’m not scared. Really, I’m not. Because I know up there, I’ll be happy and safe. Good-bye and take care.

Charlene Adman

I tasted a tear on my lip and quickly wiped it away. Kevin looked at me. 

“What’s wrong, Graham?” he asked.

Keith looked at me. “Are you crying?”

Another tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. Kenny took the letter from my hand and read it.

“Wow,” he said his voice low.

I stared down into the face in the photograph. “Instead of trying to get help, she writes this letter and waits to die.”

“Everything in this trunk belongs to you, Graham,” Kenny said.

I stood up and looked at the bed. The covers were stained with red…her blood. Something made me peel back the covers and pictures began to flash before my eyes. I could see Charlene on the bed, bleeding to death. I threw the blanket back in place and backed away toward the door. 

“Let’s go,” I said and quickly left the room. 

That night, I was awakened by the sound of sobbing and the scream sounded like something from a horror movie. I got out of the bed and looked around the room. After a few more weeks of that, I couldn’t stand to be alone in the house anymore. I was terrified. I never said anything to anyone about my fears. I just made excuses to stay over with the guys. When my fears eased, I went back home. But soon I began to notice bruises and scratches on my body that I never saw before. I got up on Saturday and looked into the mirror. I gasped. There was a very black bruise covering my left eye.

“Oh, no,” I groaned. “There’s no way I can hide that!” 

I drove over to Kenny’s house. The guys were there. 

“Hey,” Kenny greeted as I entered. “What’s with the sunglasses?”

I took off the sunglasses and I thought their eyes would pop out of their head. 

“What happened?” Marty asked. 

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Keith said. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Just what I said,” I replied. “Something in that house is doing this to me.”

“What do you mean?”

I took off my sweatshirt and showed them the bruises all over my stomach and back. “How do you explain this? My ribs hurt like hell…like I’ve been kicked.”

They only stared at me.

The next day, they came over to my house. Marty came into the family room, with a cardboard box in his hands and threw it on my lap.

I looked at him. “What’s this?” 

“It was my grandmothers,” he said. “She called it a Spirit Board. It was supposed to determine whether or not there was a spirit in your house.”

I wiped the dust off the cover with my hand. “Have you ever tried it?”

“After the stories my grandmother told me?” he said. “I wouldn’t touch the thing.”

“How does it work?”

“Just ask it a question,” he replied. I took the cover off and took the board out. “You’re not…really going to try that, are you?” 

“Yes.”

“Here?” 

“Why not? It’s the best place,” I said. “Are you scared?”

“Well, no, but…” his voice trailed off. “Go ahead. We’ll see how long you last.”

I placed the board on the coffee table and placed my hands on the pointer. A cold chill went up my spine. Goosebumps broke out all over my skin. My heart began to pound. 

“How many people are in the room?” I asked and waited. Nothing happened for a moment. Then the pointer suddenly shot across the board. We jumped back in surprise. We exchanged a wide-eyed glance. I looked at the board. Five? I thought for a moment. There were only four of us. Then it hit me and I jumped to my feet excitedly. “I knew it!” I cried. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” Kenny asked.

“You did that!” Marty cried. He stared at me. “Didn’t you?”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t me. There is definitely something in this house.”

We were still for a moment.

“Ask it something else,” Kenny said.

“All right,” I said. I sat down and placed my hands on the pointer. I thought for a moment and then said, “Charlene? Is that you?”

We watched as it slowly moved to the word yes. We exchanged glances.

“Where are you?” I asked.

Right here, it spelled.

“Right where?” I asked.

“Right here,” came a human voice. 

I stood up and whirled around. There was a girl standing there. I remembered the girl that was in the picture.

“Charlene?” I said, my voice just above a whisper.

She nodded and slowly came toward me. She stopped and few inches from me. My heart began to pound. I look into her eyes and a warm tingle went up my spine. She brought her hand to my face and she touched the bruise that was covering my left eye. She rubbed it gently with her fingers. Her hand was cold.

“I remember that bruise,” she said. “I came home late, way past curfew and my father was awake. He was drunk again. We fought and he punched me.”

I could only stare at her.

She laughed. “This may sound crazy, Graham, and you might not believe me, but you must listen or you’ll end up like me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Those bruises that you’ve been getting,” she said. “The cuts, the pains in your stomach. Graham, everything that you are experiencing is the same thing that I experienced.”

I glanced at the guys, who were watching with shock, and looked back at Charlene. “What are you talking about?”

“You are experiencing what I went through,” she said. “The bruises and the scratches are from the beatings that I got from my father. The pains in your stomach are for the times that I went hungry. Everything that happened to me is happening to you.”

“How is that possible?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but you’ve got to leave this house or he’ll kill you the way he did me.”

“Who?”

“My father.” She looked at me for a moment. “Good-bye, Graham.”

Then she was gone. It wasn’t too long after that that my father found a job and we were able to move back into our old house. I knew that Charlene had something to do with it.

Charlene



It started when my father lost his job. We lost everything and had to move. We moved into an old house at the edge of town. It had been abandoned for many, many years and nobody really knew why. It looked as if it would crash to the ground at any moment. I didn’t like it. It gave me the creeps.

My friends came over one evening to help me unpack and that was when everything began.

“Have you ever seen so much dust?” I said and gave a disgusted laugh. 

My eyes shifted toward the closed closet door and I realized that I hadn’t looked into it yet. It was jammed just a little, but Kenny and I pulled it open. There was a trunk sitting on the floor.

“Check it out,” I said and Kenny helped my pull it out of the closet.

“Wonder who it belongs to,” Marty said.

I looked at him. “Why don’t we find out?”

They gathered around as I undid the latch and lifted the top. Spiders and other critters scattered. I immediately noticed a photograph and an envelope lying on top. I reached down and picked up the envelope. There was a name written on the back of the photograph. Charlene Adman. I sat down on the bed and took out the piece of paper that was in the envelope.

Dear Friend,

I wanted to leave this note for whoever found the trunk. The items in this trunk are very precious to me. They belong to you now. Treasure them. I’m dying now…I know I am. I can feel it coming. The wound on my stomach continues to bleed. This will be my last Independence Day. Mommy is dead. Daddy shot her. Just moments ago, I heard the gun once more. I assume he is dead too. I’m getting tired and I know that it won’t be long. I’m not scared. Really, I’m not. Because I know up there, I’ll be happy and safe. Good-bye and take care.

Charlene Adman

I tasted a tear on my lip and quickly wiped it away. Kevin looked at me. 

“What’s wrong, Graham?” he asked.

Keith looked at me. “Are you crying?”

Another tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. Kenny took the letter from my hand and read it.

“Wow,” he said his voice low.

I stared down into the face in the photograph. “Instead of trying to get help, she writes this letter and waits to die.”

“Everything in this trunk belongs to you, Graham,” Kenny said.

I stood up and looked at the bed. The covers were stained with red…her blood. Something made me peel back the covers and pictures began to flash before my eyes. I could see Charlene on the bed, bleeding to death. I threw the blanket back in place and backed away toward the door. 

“Let’s go,” I said and quickly left the room. 

That night, I was awakened by the sound of sobbing and the scream sounded like something from a horror movie. I got out of the bed and looked around the room. After a few more weeks of that, I couldn’t stand to be alone in the house anymore. I was terrified. I never said anything to anyone about my fears. I just made excuses to stay over with the guys. When my fears eased, I went back home. But soon I began to notice bruises and scratches on my body that I never saw before. I got up on Saturday and looked into the mirror. I gasped. There was a very black bruise covering my left eye.

“Oh, no,” I groaned. “There’s no way I can hide that!” 

I drove over to Kenny’s house. The guys were there. 

“Hey,” Kenny greeted as I entered. “What’s with the sunglasses?”

I took off the sunglasses and I thought their eyes would pop out of their head. 

“What happened?” Marty asked. 

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Keith said. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Just what I said,” I replied. “Something in that house is doing this to me.”

“What do you mean?”

I took off my sweatshirt and showed them the bruises all over my stomach and back. “How do you explain this? My ribs hurt like hell…like I’ve been kicked.”

They only stared at me.

The next day, they came over to my house. Marty came into the family room, with a cardboard box in his hands and threw it on my lap.

I looked at him. “What’s this?” 

“It was my grandmothers,” he said. “She called it a Spirit Board. It was supposed to determine whether or not there was a spirit in your house.”

I wiped the dust off the cover with my hand. “Have you ever tried it?”

“After the stories my grandmother told me?” he said. “I wouldn’t touch the thing.”

“How does it work?”

“Just ask it a question,” he replied. I took the cover off and took the board out. “You’re not…really going to try that, are you?” 

“Yes.”

“Here?” 

“Why not? It’s the best place,” I said. “Are you scared?”

“Well, no, but…” his voice trailed off. “Go ahead. We’ll see how long you last.”

I placed the board on the coffee table and placed my hands on the pointer. A cold chill went up my spine. Goosebumps broke out all over my skin. My heart began to pound. 

“How many people are in the room?” I asked and waited. Nothing happened for a moment. Then the pointer suddenly shot across the board. We jumped back in surprise. We exchanged a wide-eyed glance. I looked at the board. Five? I thought for a moment. There were only four of us. Then it hit me and I jumped to my feet excitedly. “I knew it!” I cried. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” Kenny asked.

“You did that!” Marty cried. He stared at me. “Didn’t you?”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t me. There is definitely something in this house.”

We were still for a moment.

“Ask it something else,” Kenny said.

“All right,” I said. I sat down and placed my hands on the pointer. I thought for a moment and then said, “Charlene? Is that you?”

We watched as it slowly moved to the word yes. We exchanged glances.

“Where are you?” I asked.

Right here, it spelled.

“Right where?” I asked.

“Right here,” came a human voice. 

I stood up and whirled around. There was a girl standing there. I remembered the girl that was in the picture.

“Charlene?” I said, my voice just above a whisper.

She nodded and slowly came toward me. She stopped and few inches from me. My heart began to pound. I look into her eyes and a warm tingle went up my spine. She brought her hand to my face and she touched the bruise that was covering my left eye. She rubbed it gently with her fingers. Her hand was cold.

“I remember that bruise,” she said. “I came home late, way past curfew and my father was awake. He was drunk again. We fought and he punched me.”

I could only stare at her.

She laughed. “This may sound crazy, Graham, and you might not believe me, but you must listen or you’ll end up like me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Those bruises that you’ve been getting,” she said. “The cuts, the pains in your stomach. Graham, everything that you are experiencing is the same thing that I experienced.”

I glanced at the guys, who were watching with shock, and looked back at Charlene. “What are you talking about?”

“You are experiencing what I went through,” she said. “The bruises and the scratches are from the beatings that I got from my father. The pains in your stomach are for the times that I went hungry. Everything that happened to me is happening to you.”

“How is that possible?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but you’ve got to leave this house or he’ll kill you the way he did me.”

“Who?”

“My father.” She looked at me for a moment. “Good-bye, Graham.”

Then she was gone. It wasn’t too long after that that my father found a job and we were able to move back into our old house. I knew that Charlene had something to do with it.



Charlene



Charlene was sitting at the bureau gently anointing herself with potions meant to enhance her appearance. Tilting her head just slightly, as if teasing the mirror in which she gazed, lazily attending her bedtime preparations she allowed a slight smile cross her lips as she caught me watching her from the shadows.

"Just like old times." She quipped.

Just like old times... It hadn't been that long ago, had it? I began to rethink the events that had brought Charlene and me to this point in our lives.

My name is Bob. Charlene and I were married in the summer of 1979. As long as I can remember Charlene had been a flirt. Not that she made an effort of it; she just had a way of behaving that attracted men to her. I had occasion to question her several times about the way other guys were always coming on to her. She played innocent every time. She really didn't know that she had this effect on men.

I joined the Army the following year and was stationed to Ft Campbell, Kentucky. We had our first kid there. Just as the Army has a habit of doing, they put me on orders. I was assigned to Korea and spent a year there; not being able to take a mid-tour leave made it was a very long, lonely tour of duty. When I left, Charlene was staying with my brother, Sam, and his wife, Melissa.

I returned home in November of 1981. As I got off the plane I fully expected to see many of my family members, brothers, sisters, mom or dad. None were there. No sweat, I remember thinking, as I saw Charlene standing at the gate. She looked as though she had put on some weight. Funny, I thought, she had sent pictures of her and she looked slim? 

I hugged her for what seemed like hours before I turned and picked up my bags, and we departed to the parking area. Once in the car, it was obvious that she had a pronounced belly protruding from the loose sweater she was wearing. 

I just blurted out, "are you pregnant?"

My head was spinning with the implications of what I was asking her. 

She very calmly said "no." 

Not exactly the response you get when you make a preposterous statement. Unconvinced, I rode quietly the several miles to a new apartment my wife had moved into, never having thought to inform me of the move.

That first night was a re-exploration of our sexual appetites. I kept wondering what she had been up to? The following day I set about finding a home pregnancy test kit to check for myself her true status. Sure enough, the test was positive. 

"What is going on?" I asked

She pulled a letter out of her pocket and handed it to me, shaking with anxious tension. Inside I found a letter in broken English describing an affair I had supposedly had with the young girl in Korea. Along with the letter were photos of our tryst. Oh shit, I thought, what the fuck is this? 

Charlene explained that she had been so upset about the letter she had looked to a man at work for solace. He was having problems at home and she offered to share his grief. The rest is a story that never was fully explained, but it sure as hell had an impact. She was about seven months pregnant, and I had to explain why I had an affair!

My head was spinning. I had nothing to anchor my thoughts to. Everything I had trusted, understood to be true, was evaporating, and I was unable to check my emotions. Rage, frustration, and jealousy were alternating in my every thought. How could this happen? How can this be explained? I groped for answers and found none. Our marriage was at a fatal crossroads. I had to think clearly, and could not. 

I realized that I had put her in an impossible position, but how could I accept the fact that she not only fucked around on me but became pregnant while doing it? Between the love for my family and the guilt I bore for my transgressions I was unable to make a decision. I found myself wondering what the other guy had done to Charlene while they made love, and became strangely aroused by the thought. It became clear that I was not really angry as much as I was embarrassed by her pregnancy. 

My new assignment was now as a drill instructor at Ft Benning. The hours were long and arduous. Charlene had made friends and we seemed to be on the right track. Every thing was fine. 

Our third child came along in the winter of 1986. We were a happy family. Charlene decided to have her tubes tied so there would be no more surprises. 

One day Charlene had mentioned that a friend of hers had hurt her feelings when she accused Charlene of 'making it' with her husband. These are common accusations among army wives, but usually there is some truth to them. I asked if she had.

Her response was "no." 

Where have I heard this before? At any rate, we fucked like minxes for several days after this incident. 

I found myself dreaming of her fucking some guy while I was at work. It became an obsession and seldom could I concentrate on anything else. I had to pull duty at the anti-tank range one night and had plenty of time to just sit and think of her in the throws of passion with her lover. I began to write down what I thought were my true feelings about her having extramarital affairs. I don't remember what I said but it was erotic. It wasn't intended to be, it just came out that way. 

The following day I let Charlene read it and she said that she understood what I meant and would like to have an affair, if I didn't mind. I was floored! My wife was volunteering to screw another man. 

As cool as I could I asked her if she would screw the neighbor whose wife had accused her before. She said she would rather not as the situation was too tense. Good call. I was thinking with a lust clouded mind, and needed to do better. 

We were coming up on cycle break, where we ended the training of one group and got ready to start another, and I had yet to figure a way to get Charlene a lover. Graduation came and went, we started the cycle break, and I had a stroke of genius. 

There at the desk was a young soldier, maybe 18 years old that was being held over because he had been injured during training. I don't remember his name, but an idea struck me right there and then. I went home and asked Charlene if she was up to some strange dick tonight. She looked frightful, but wanted to know the details. We talked and I went to retrieve our yet uninformed sex partner from the unit. 

When I got to the unit I found him in the laundry area, cleaning up the day's mess. He said hello as I approached and I asked him if he was up to a short break from his task. He was more than happy to let the mess lay, grabbed his hat, and accompanied me to my waiting truck. 

He said, "I might get in trouble if I leave and the duty sergeant comes around." 

I hadn't thought about this. So I went to the duty sergeant, a friend of mine, and asked, "Can I use this soldier to help me move some equipment for a couple of hours?" 

"No problem." He replied.

We were back on track. Throughout this entire time I was hot, flushed with sweat, and sporting a raging hard on. We left the area and I drove around so as to confuse the young man as to where we were going. 

As I drove I stumbled through a concocted explanation of what we were up to. I said that a young widow I knew was lonely and would like some safe sex with a couple of soldiers. 

When I asked him if he was up to it, he exclaimed, "Hell yes!"

Charlene met us at the door and I introduced her to the young man as Sally. I was about to explode. The anticipation of this moment was overpowering, but there was no way I could go first, not wanting to leave him alone in the house, I told them to "have fun." And off they went to the bedroom. 

Charlene was nervous but she didn't miss a step. Her approach was calming to the young man and she invited him to undress as she used the bathroom. I asked her to leave the door open when she went back so I could keep an eye on things. 

She got on the bed beside him, fully unclothed, and kissed him gently on the forehead, then on the lips fuller and more passionately as they embraced. My head was light and dizzy, all the blood was racing to my groin. I was becoming faint. 

Reaching down my lovely wife grasped his manhood and began to stroke it steadily and firmly, as a professional would. He sucked, first one, then the other of her breasts. He maneuvered himself above my wife's body and then nestled his engorged penis into the V formed by her thighs. 

She spread her legs, and moved up to meet his penetrating movements, making contact and then a slight hesitation before he slid into her with one stroke. She must be so hot and wet, I thought at the time. 

The oddest realization came over me, that the way she was so accommodating and composed was truly amazing. I don't know if Charlene came that night but the young man was in absolute heaven. 

As I took him back to the unit we talked about how much fun it had been. 

It was then he confided that, "it was the best pussy he had ever had!" 

I smiled at this and said, "I'm glad you had a good time. Just keep it between us, ok?" 

He assured me he would. 

Racing back to the house, I almost broke my neck getting undressed and into bed. I was so turned on that I had made maybe 2 strokes into my lovely wife's awaiting warmth and I was coming streams of cum into her, mingling with the stale cum of her previous lover's. 

I asked her, "Did you enjoy it." 

She nodded and said, "It was fun." 

Now we were pros at this stuff. 

Soon, I was to get orders to leave Ft Benning. But before we left two very erotic moments occurred that would rock our world. 

I had spied a young man that seemed very young, he was a holdover from training also, but I did not know him. It would take a little work to get a strange kid into the unit area so I could pick him up. 

He was perfect. A blonde haired, blue eyed, pup. Seventeen years old as it turned out. While I was trying to find a way to get this kid for a couple of hours, I overheard the duty sergeant tell him, "If you can get to the main PX and back by lights out you can leave the company area." 

What a stroke of luck! I watched as he walked to the bus stop, then I drove up. I remarked that, "The bus had just left and the next would be by in 45 minutes, but if he wanted a ride I was willing to help." 

"Thanks." He said as he climbed in. 

His name was Pete--Something or other. I drove to the PX, and along the way explained that a girl I knew was staying nearby and that I should probably check on her as she was newly widowed and had to earn her money by having sex with the soldiers of the area until her insurance check came through. 

"What happened?" He asked. 

"Uh....Her husband, a soldier, was killed in an accident in Germany and she's trying to get along as best she could." I managed to explain. 

He had almost caught me in my subterfuge. 

When we got to the house I quickly explained to Charlene what I had set up and that she would have to charge him for it. 

Returning to Pete, who was sitting in my truck, I asked him if he was horny, as Sally, the hooker wasn't busy and needed a payday. 

He said, "I'd love to but I'm broke." 

Fuck! I've screwed this up. I thought. "What if I loan you some money?" 

"Hell yes!" He blurted out, "I haven't had any pussy before. This is shit hot!" 

Holy crap, a virgin and Charlene is going to play the pro! This was getting good. In we went. The same setup as before; Charlene met us and took him into the bedroom. All I could think about was how lucky this kid was to lose his cherry to Charlene. 

She did something a little different this time; noting, I believe, his lack of experience, she kneeled before him and began to take his pants off. Watching this was something that became so vivid that I remember it clearly to this day. 

Once they were both fully unclothed, Charlene got on the bed, and extended her hand to Pete, enticing him onto the bed with her. They embraced as teens might, not awkward, but innocently, preparing for the exploration that was to follow. And follow it did. They proceeded slowly at first, mostly petting, and talking. 

I was about to interrupt them when Charlene coaxed him into position and guided his member to her now throbbing wetness between her legs. Even then he continued to chatter about his girl friend back home. A full hour they caressed, and kissed, and made love. 

I continued to watch silently as they worked themselves to climax. Getting dressed, Pete continued to talk to Charlene, now with a twinkle in his eye and the boyish pride of his first sexual conquest.

He was giddy as we drove back to the unit. I warned him also of the ramifications should anyone find out he had been out of bounds having sex with hookers. He understood. 

As an afterthought he said, "I'll get the forty bucks to you pay day, ok?" 

"Sure." I said. 

Charlene was waiting when I got home. What a turn on it was when she explained all that I could not hear from my clandestine observation post. As I was plowing my wife's freshly fucked vagina, she was relating her entire episode with Pete. 

Love had never been as intense as this. That night I made love to my wife three times, coming in violent orgasms each time. Exhausted, I collapsed and slept the sleep of a contented man.

Up to this point, Charlene had been practically alone with her lovers, save my watching from a secreted position. I now wanted to up the ante. What I had in mind involved more than the 'rub, fuck, run' scenario we had been following. But for this a twist was required in how I recruited my candidates. 

I wanted a guy that was hung well and virile enough to get Charlene fired up. The previous guys were safe, and average, and un-intimidating. For the next phase I wanted to double up with a young stud and give Charlene a real thrill. 

My choice came soon enough. He was watching TV when I approached. 

I asked him if he could "give me a hand." 

He said, "Sure." 

I said, "I have a friend that I wanted to give a special treat to and you look the part." 

He said, "I'm your man." Oblivious to what was up. 

On the way to the house I filled him in on the details of the plan. He was so excited by the time we got to the house I was worried that he wouldn't make it to the bedroom. He held up though and as I was introducing him to Charlene, I noticed a calm confidence come over him. 

Upstairs, in the bedroom we fumbled with pleasantries and I tried to break the ice by having Charlene undress our guest. He was wearing sweat pants and sat down to allow Charlene to pull them off. Next was his underwear. As Charlene pulled them over his already rigid penis she let a small gasp escape. I watched as she continued to remove his underwear, never letting her eyes move away from his now fully exposed manhood. 

Bingo! He was a man's man. His seven inch tool was slender at the base, increasing in circumference to the head which was now purple and the size of a lemon. 

Charlene lay back on the bed and I pointed to the left side of the bed and nodded for him to do likewise. I took the right side and immediately began kissing and caressing her face and breasts. Charlene began cooing, and was enticing our guest to be more assertive, as I pressed my face between her thighs and began eating her throbbing clitoris. 

Oblivious to the ministrations above me I continued to lose myself in her womanhood. I came up for air and watched intently as they kissed. It was so surreal; previously I was an observer, a voyeur. Now I was square in the middle of my wife's fantasy and absolutely ecstatic. I motioned for him to give her oral pleasure, and he moved into position to begin his turn at the Y. 

I was now lying along with Charlene kissing and hugging as this stud did his best stuff. I closed my eyes to savor the moment and felt Charlene turn her head. Opening my eyes, I saw his impressive manhood hovering just inches from our faces. He was lost in his task and oblivious to where we were. I looked at Charlene and motioned her to take him in her mouth. Her eyes grew large and she shook her head, 'no'. I motioned more determinedly this time. 

Very tentatively she reached for and placed the large bulbous head into her mouth and stroked it several times. This was too much for me. I turned her onto her back and began pistoning into her vagina with fury and abandon. Coming to my senses, I slowed my pace and then decided to let him have a turn at the well. 

He approached her kissing and fondling her, at this point I had pains in my loins that can only mean I had to piss like hell. I stepped out for a moment to relieve myself and return. 

Upon my return I found Charlene on top of the young stud. His crank buried to the hilt into her sex pot. Charlene is frantically driving her pelvis into his, repeatedly impaling herself on his member. I stood and watched for a moment, then got back on the bed. 

Charlene began to cum as I have never seen her cum before. Rapture achieved, she allowed him to get on top and finish his orgasm. She looks to me, as contentment washed over her face. I know something has stirred in her, this was over the top, and we both realized it.

I took him back to the unit. He thanked me profusely, and we parted company. Back at home my wife waited. This time she was fully and completely satiated. As we held each other close I commented on her seeming wonton abandon earlier this night. She seemed embarrassed that I had seen her give in so totally to her desires with the young man. 

"I didn't know you were coming back in," she said. "I thought you were through and was letting him finish." 

"Really?" I asked. "Did you like it?" 

"It was good." She said. 

"Good! I call what you were doing rapture." 

She smiled, and curled up to me as we fell to sleep.

Chapter 2

Soon we found ourselves on the way to Washington D.C., our next post. The kids loved it, we loved it, but our sex life became dull and uninspired. The stress of working around the nation's capital and Charlene having to work and take care of the kids kept us both tired and bored to tears. 

We lived in an apartment complex in Springfield, Virginia, and liked most of our neighbors. In an attempt to capture some of that earlier magic we began in Georgia, I tried to warm Charlene up to the idea of taking a lover again without any success. 

Time is an enemy when it deprives you of the success once enjoyed. I found myself becoming despondent at home and irritable at work. Something had to give. Little did I know that the 'something' I needed was close at hand. 

A young couple, Mark and Cathy, often dropped in to visit. I think it was mostly because Cathy lived with her mom and did not want to get too carried away with Mark at home. Both were 18 or 19 years old and very attractive. 

A falling out occurred between them that was never really clear to me. Too bad, I remember thinking. Both of them seemed to take the breakup hard. Cathy was mean and vindictive, she wanted Mark back. Mark was apparently struggling with the emotion of it all, and confided in Charlene. 

I may have been dense, but Charlene and Mark had bonded through this period without my having noticed. Mark would show up to chat with Charlene while I prepared my things for work, prior to going to bed. Charlene was a night owl so it seemed routine that they were still chatting as I went to bed. I didn't give it much thought.

There were several guys in the apartments around us that I could see Charlene giving a lingering glance towards, so I thought, hey, why not try again? I began by getting her as hot as I could one Friday night, late, and began proposing one after another. 

"How about the guy across the hall?" 

"He's cute," she would say. 

"Would you like to try and get something going with him?" 

"Nah." She quipped.




Charlene



"How about the guy with the red Mustang?" 

"I don't know." She mused. 

"God, Charlene. I want you to take on a lover again. Don't you? I want to capture what we had before. I need this!" 

She began to cuddle up with me and very softly suggested, "I'll do it with Mark." 

Mark? He hadn't even entered my mind. He was Cathy's Ex and...Then it dawned on me: all those late evening chit-chats had been more than boo-hoos and what-do-I-do's. I don't know how long I just stared and stuttered. 

Then I chimed in, "Yeah that would be great! But how do we get in touch with him?" 

"Oh, I have his night job phone number." She says. 

I felt like I had just bought a used car. Wondering just what had been going on. Had she already been with him? And only now bringing it into the open? At this point it didn't really matter. 

Charlene called and asked him to stop by tonight. I was so elated that we were back on track nothing would deter me. I retired to my bedroom that was at the end of a long hall which allowed me to view about half of the living room. Mark arrived and took a seat on the couch. Charlene followed. I watched from my room intently as the saga unfolded.

Charlene reached her hand over to his thigh which had been nervously moving back and forth and it froze to her touch. She leaned into him and placed a kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss without movement. Charlene pressed him down and back onto the couch, placing herself on top him. 

Unable to hear anything, I watched as she pried his dick from beneath his trousers. In a few moments Charlene was in rapid motion atop Mark's lap. The entire episode lasted only a few minutes, but in the passion of the moment, both had achieved that nervous expenditure of relief both had desired. 

As they caressed and kissed on the couch, neither wanting to be the first to move, I thought back, and wondered if they had been doing this all along? Has Charlene been flirting with Mark? Has Mark been coming on to Charlene?" The possibilities were mind boggling.

Charlene saw Mark to the door, and kissed him good bye. Entering the bedroom, she wasted no time getting me on my back and thrashing me as I had hoped she would. She's back, I thought. Life is good.

Mark became a regular visitor to the apartment. Invariably he would show in the late evenings. Charlene was making love to Mark three to five times a week. 

One night Charlene had come home from work and indicated to me that Mark's parents were out of town for the weekend and he had asked her over to their home for the evening. 

She asked, "Do you think it would be ok?" 

"Hell yes," I returned. 

For all I had seen, they were not getting real bold in the living room. Mark still thought that they were 'cheating' on my couch, and he wanted desperately to get Charlene on his turf. This was an obvious development and I agreed that she should go. Although at the time I realized that my watching them make love was going to suffer, I still went along with it. 

It was a weekend and I was to keep the kids while Charlene and Mark elevated their romance to a new level. She had bathed languorously and prepared herself for the event methodically attending each and every aspect of her being. 

She left for Mark's house in the early evening. I anticipated her coming home sometime around midnight, not that this was agreed upon, but my hope that I might get her back in time to make love to her while she told me of her night out. I fell asleep, and woke at some time around dawn. I remember looking around expecting to see Charlene there, she was not. 

Later, she came dragging in, tired, and not very conversational. She cleaned up and went to bed. I halfway expected her to sleep all day, she didn't. She was up by noon. 

"Just a nap." she said. 

All day long I grilled her for the details; I couldn't wait for pillow talk. 

"It was great!" She said. 

She related the mundane details of the night out. It sounded as though it was a date between two lovers, but I wanted the steamy details. 

"Getting him into a bed was so-oo good." She said. "He has so much energy, he is young, ya know?" 

"How many times did you make love, did he make you cum a lot?" I asked. 

"Well we did make love several times; I don't know how many times I came, maybe three. He is so fast, too quick, I had to teach him to slow down and make it good." She shared. 

She's teaching him! That's my girl. I thought. I wasn't going to last through the day so I scooped her up and we fucked hot and heavy. I say 'Fucked' because the emotion had been one of complete frustration on my part, and tender accommodation for her part. She was not the least bit in the mood for love making. 

This pattern of quickie in the living room along with the rare night out alternated for months. Charlene and Mark were becoming very close. Our lives took on a balance that had Charlene and I happy parents by day, sexual machines by night. She would often come into the bedroom while I slept, having just been with Mark, and begin to make love to me, tenderly administering orally to my manhood. What a way to wake up! Charlene had it coming and going, literally. I was content. Life was good.

Mark was the best thing that ever happened to Charlene. He loved her warmly. Cared for her, and never a cross word passed between them. That is special in anyone's book. Because of my complete dedication to this relationship, I failed to see the storm clouds on the horizon. 

Charlene worked at a convenience store and she seemed to enjoy it. She met people who were regular customers that liked her. And several became good friends to us. 

An acquaintance of Charlene's, a young guy that worked construction, was always flirting with her at work. Charlene handled these situations well; she always was a little flirt. I think this guy's name was Tony. He was a looker. The kind of guy girls swooned over. At any rate, the weekend had come and I was thinking again. I was looking for something new, a twist to the routine, so to speak. 

When I recalled that this Tony guy had been making obvious overtures to Charlene, I asked her, "Do you know how to contact Tony?" "You should hook up with him tonight." I continued. 

She was purring and said "I don't know his number but I know where he lives." 

"Really?" I said. "That's convenient." "Go get some strange honey." 

In less than ten minutes she is out the door on her way to forcing herself onto this unsuspecting guy. Returning, late that night, she relates the always awkward first time lovers tryst. 

As we cuddled on our bed and talked of the adventure, she looks at me, levels her gaze and says, "thank you." 

I think she had two more dates with Tony, but Mark was still the lover de-jour. 

I had to go to the field for a few weeks, and offered Charlene the opportunity to use our bed while I was away. She said, "Sure, ok." Rather matter-of-factly. 

Upon my return I was greeted by a very happy, energized Charlene, just busting with excitement. I should do this more often, I had thought at the time. The adventures were boundless, though she didn't relate as much as I was expecting her to. She was reluctant to share. 

Her relationship with Mark was taking a turn to a new direction. They had become more than lovers they were a couple apart from our marriage, it was foreboding a dark future. 

I was now feeling deprived of being involved with the sexual adventure. Mark and Charlene were making love late, while I slept or when I was not around. I don't blame them, it was better for them. But, it made me push for situations that centered on my needs. I felt abandoned.

Once I asked Charlene to call Mark and tell him I would be at work all night. I parked the car out of sight, and returned to watch the show. He came in and sat in the living room. Charlene waited on him as though there was nothing in the world that was amiss. Soon, she led him to the bedroom and in no time they were fucking like minxes. 

Charlene was first to cum and gasped, "oh god!" as Mark picked up the pace of his thrusts. 

Mark's orgasm followed, and he collapsed having spent his seed.

I became aware that I had never really seen Mark fully naked. I had seen him partially clothed, but never really exposed. I had no idea how big he was, or wasn't. I asked Charlene about it and she said, "Not much different than you, I guess." That was soon to be exposed as a mistruth. 

I had rented a video camera for the kid's baseball game and enjoyed experimenting with the different features on it; fade, pause etc. I had a master stroke that night and told Charlene my idea. 

She would call Mark and have him make love to her in the living room right where I would have the camera setup to record the entire affair. A great plan, if she could get him into place. She never fails at this stuff, and this time was no different. 

I had the camera rolling as a knock came to the door. Mark came in and Charlene chit-chatted with him very briefly before they settled to the place selected before hand for the taping. 

It was hot! I was not being patient though. The placement had left them out of sight to me. I dared to sneak down the hallway to catch a glimpse of their love making. As I moved slowly down the hall everything seemed to creak, my bones, the floor, everything! My heart was pounding in my ears. I was sweating profusely. As I approached a position where I could see them from the waist down, I was struck with pangs of awe. Plunging into my wife's gaping hole was Mark's penis, an 8 inch monster that dwarfed my ordinary tool. I choked back a gasp, and began a retreat. 

Returning to my lair, I wondered about Charlene's description of his package as 'not much different than you, I guess.' Really, there was no comparison. 

After Mark left, Charlene and I reviewed the tape. What we saw were two people, intimate, and very comfortable with one another. Their love was obvious to me now, the realization coming to me abruptly. I said nothing of it, at the time. Charlene and I went to bed and finished the evening with a passionate romp in the bedroom.

In the days that followed I saw that the roles had shifted between the three of us. Charlene and I were living together, while she and Mark loved one another. The transformation was complete. What could I do? What should I have done differently? Not bringing Mark into the relationship was not the answer. Perhaps Charlene and Mark having too much time for them to bond was the problem. Or was it? Charlene had after all had other men during this time. She had always adored me, always the attending wife. So what could it be this problem we had? 

I was finally intimidated by the relationship with Mark and Charlene sensed it. She became distant, the more I tried to talk of it the more she resisted. That is until I had managed to bring up Mark in a conversation about life in general, just idle chit-chat. I'm not sure if she realized what she had said, but that just meant it was from the heart and sincere. 

She stated that "I don't know if I could have done without Mark, let him go I mean. I think I really needed him." 

I was floored! "You loved him dearly didn't you?" I inquired. 

Tears welled in her eyes. She just nodded, yes! 

My heart was torn between the woman I loved and the woman that loved Mark. Torment was upon my every waking moment. This caused friction between Charlene and me. She was desperately searching for an answer to which way she should turn with her life. I secretly wondered if Mark was enticing her to go away with him. Could she be contemplating such a move? I was careful for some weeks after these thoughts came to me. I did not want to force a show down. I was not confident that I could win an affair of the heart with this fragile relationship. 

I noticed that Mark had less and less time to spend with Charlene. Not wanting to pry, I maintained a safe distance. 

Orders came down from the Army; I was going to West Point, New York. It was decision time. Charlene had mixed feelings about leaving her friends, and the area. She had come to like it there. I asked her if she knew what she wanted to do. She was still undecided, and more distant than ever. Forcing a broken heart only damages it further, I thought. I made preparations to move as if we were all going together. Without her ever saying she had made a decision one way or another, Charlene moved to New York with us.

Chapter 3

Setting up house in West Point was a major task. Nothing we had seemed to fit, or match the turn of the century home we lived in. But the new surroundings were beautiful and were a source of great therapeutic value. We were on the mend. One day, after work, I came into the kitchen where Charlene was cooking dinner. She had a concerned look on her face, as if something foreboding was about to occur. 

"What's up?" I asked. 

"Mark and Johnny are on the way up to visit," she responded. 

A resounding silence filled the room. Truth is stranger than fiction, they say. And I believe them. Mark had it bad, as bad as me. He had followed Charlene to New York. This answered one of my questions, as to whether their love was nurtured mutually. 

Mark was deeply in love with Charlene, and was demonstrating it openly by coming to New York to see her. When they arrived, we sat around and talked about nothing in particular. But what was not said was the loudest topic in the room. It wasn't sexual tension; it was a lost, but hopeful love that permeated the air. Seeing Mark watch Charlene, his anguish was apparent.

Ready for bed, we all said our good-nights and went our separate ways. Johnny slept on the couch downstairs. Mark had a small room that was across the hall from our bedroom. 

As Charlene and I readied for bed I held her close and told her, "Go to Mark. Make love to him again. I'll be here when you are through." 

It was the least I could do, for Mark,,, for Charlene,,, for us. We three had shared years of intimacy together, and this was not the time to be cruel or selfish. Charlene went to him in the dark. She returned later sliding into bed beside me. She was back. Life was good.

I suppose they stayed in contact, I don't know if they ever got together again. I wondered, but never knew. Charlene was mending. West Point was perfect for us at the time. She had been working at the PX when a job opened up across the river at a National Guard base, Camp Smith; she was to operate a small exchange outlet there for the troops. 

They had a nightclub there that was operated by the Camp Smith people, and from time to time Charlene would pick up an extra pay check by tending bar a couple of nights a week. It was about this time that I got to know a few of the guys on the base that Charlene was friends with. 

Charlene invited me to have drinks with the guys one afternoon and I accepted. I showed up and had a very pleasant time. I met several new acquaintances of Charlene's. I really took notice of how one in particular seemed to be enamored with Charlene as she served and talked. Those old feelings welled up again. 

I was beginning to see what attracted Charlene to the camp. She was the one and only show on base. All the guys loved her, some obviously wanted more. I was going to see to it that they had a chance. I asked Charlene if a certain captain had ever hit on her. 

"No," she said. 

"Do they flirt with you a lot?" I asked. 

"Yeah, some of them do, but they're harmless," she responded. 

"I think you should get one of them to do more than flirt." I mused. "Maybe you could get with the captain?" 

"No. He's married and he wouldn't understand how to deal with it." She quipped. 

She was right, none of the leadership would do. Then I recalled a guy I had seen at the club. "How about the guy who was sitting at the end of the bar the other night?" 

She knew who I meant instantly and said, "Yeah, he would be ok if I can find him when I'm not working." 

She worked the day shift that Saturday at the exchange. When she got home she told me that the guy had showed up for weekend drill that weekend and that she had asked to meet him that night after the club closed. Bingo! Charlene's back. Life is good.

She left and somehow I was hopeful that she would be successful. Late the next morning, she dragged herself into the house, disheveled, and wreaking of alcohol. She had partied hard and was thoroughly used up. Straight to bed she went, and slept. She woke with a hang over, and wasn't really pleased with my questioning her about her date. 

"What happened? Where did you go? What did you do? Was he good? Big? What, what, what?" I had a need to be informed, she ignored me. 

Later, she relented and let me know that hey had a few drinks, and then screwed like rabbits in his camper. 

We consummated the turn in our fortunes with a long and languorous love making session. Charlene continued to see him on the weekends he was at camp. It was perfect for all of us, and kept the fires alive. 

I still missed watching my lovely wife making love and longed for the day it would happen again. Except for the brief descriptions of her infrequent jaunts across the river, Charlene was just an ordinary housewife. I was becoming bored with the status quo.

About this time I received a frantic phone call from my mother, she was upset because my brother Sam had broken up with his wife Melissa, and now gotten himself into trouble with the law. She was wondering if he could stay with us while things cooled down. Two days later I was at the bus station to meet him. 

Chapter 4

My brother Sam had come to visit us in New York. I hadn't seen him in years, he looked good. I was happy to see him in good spirits. Charlene met us at the door and hugged Sam warmly. One big happy family, we visited for most of the evening, mostly just catching up on what had been going on. As I had to work the next day, I said good night to Sam, and Charlene and I went upstairs. 

While getting ready for bed Charlene said, "Sam sure looks good." 

The significance of this was not lost on me. Recalling that she had once lived with Sam and his wife for a brief time, I wondered if she knew how well endowed he was.

"Did you know he is a real ladies man?" I asked. "He's a real woman pleaser and has a huge dick." I added, looking for a reaction from her. 

She slid into bed and I followed. 

"Would you like to make love to Sam? I would love to see him bury his big tool in you. What do you think?" I queried.

"Ok." was all she said. 

I was elated. "Well, go down and ask him up." 

"No, you have to ask him, he's your brother, I can't." She retorted. Charlene rotated around to face me. She sounded a little hesitant, "Are you sure it's ok? I want to if you do." 

I smiled at her, and said "Let's make Sam happy." 

I crept down the stairs, and over to the couch where he lay. 

"Sam, I have some porno would you like to see it?" 

"Sure." He answered. 

I put in the tape of Charlene and one of her lovers screwing on our living room rug. Sam watched intently. 

"Damn, she's hot!" He said. 

"That's Charlene, Sam, with her lover in Virginia." I said, and then paused before continuing, "Would you like to join us, I mean, would you like to fuck Charlene?" 

"Oh, man Yeah!" He exclaimed, suddenly excited and visibly expectant, leaning forward, as if to ask, 'now?' 

"Let's go up." I said. 

I took the steps two at a time; Sam took them three at a time, almost bowling me over at the top of the stairs. 

We entered the room to find Charlene propped against the head board, under the blankets, waiting for us. I was first to join Charlene, Sam was overwhelmed and moving tentatively. I encouraged him to join us; he slid onto the foot of the bed and sat as I began to kiss Charlene. 




Charlene



She was nervous as hell. I thought it was kind of cute at the time. Sam moved closer trying to understand the rules as we went along. I helped Charlene off with her one garment, a large T shirt she wore as a night gown. Fully exposed, she was ripe for the taking, and with out waiting I dove right in. 

I must have kissed every inch of her body, hoping that Sam would get wise and reciprocate. To reassure Sam, I said to him, "You know, I just want to see Charlene have a great experience." Obviously I had lost my mind. I was on fire inside, a dreadful turmoil of fierce emotions. And I loved these strong feelings. 

Both Sam and Charlene stared into each other's eyes, as if they were finally free to keep going. And I was free, too. I was getting very excited. My breathing was coming in spurts. 
Sam and I kind of divided her up. He got the left half and I got the right half. We kissed her, for a good ten minutes. We caressed her, and we slowly ran our hands over her body. 

Charlene made wonderful noises, and kept sighing and saying, "Oooohhhhhh, please don't stop. I can't believe this." 

My erection was rock hard. Somehow Sam and I managed to keep from grabbing each other's hands. All three of us kept on getting more excited, and both of us men had stiff hard bulges in our underpants. We stayed above her waist, kissing, nibbling, licking and softly rubbing. 

She was groaning and moaning and making very satisfying sounds. "Oooooohhhhhh yessss, Mmmmmmmm. Please do that some more..." 

All three of us were huffing and groaning. I told Charlene that I loved her.

Sam whispered into her ear, "Boy, Bob sure is a lucky guy to have wife like you!"

Even so, Charlene and Sam continued to wait for me to take the lead. As she began to squirm, her knees began to slowly separate, and her thighs actually shivered. She began to raise one knee and open and close her legs. She was gradually sliding lower on the bed, and both Sam and I began to run our hands down her legs, but just on the outside, not her inner thighs. 

Finally, with her legs open, her knees trembled steadily, as though she was convulsing. Her entire body was undulating, and we had yet to caress her thighs. But her knees stayed open, and her mons was grinding up and down. We were torturing her and she loved it. 

She began to gasp, and said, "Oh, my god." 

She was ready for anything. Her sexual needs had overcome her inhibitions. She hoped Sam would do great things to her, and she was pretty confident that I would, too. Her thinking processes were fogged over now, and she was ready for some penetration. I knew that she wanted our hands on her body.
 I caressed her ass cheeks with one hand, and ran my other hand across her stomach. Sam put two hands on her breasts and began to pull on her nipples so her nipples and breasts pulled out a good two inches. She let out a groan, and yelped, and rotated her bottom against the maleness around her. She was rising up to heaven, and I was feeling really excited. There was a quivering in the pit of my stomach, and my throat was tight. I was going to let my wife fuck another man, my brother, right in front of me. All three of us knew it, and it was overwhelming. 
 The scene was too much for me to just watch. I couldn't just sit there, so I slipped my hand onto her inside thigh and began sliding upward toward her pussy. She began to kiss Sam, as I arrived at her pussy. 

I slid my fingers apart, so that I had her lips between my fingers, and I started to rub forward and back. She was very wet, and she began to move rhythmically with my hand, making little whimpering noises. I began kissing and caressing her clitoris. 

Sam's hand was on her back, pulling, and she gripped his cock through his shorts as I was eating her pussy. We were mindless, but we were all in tune with one another. It was indeed fantastic. 

I should have felt terrified at what I was letting my wife do with another man, but both Sam and I were so absorbed in her pleasure that she was all we could see. She was completely wild now, just breathing heavily and making little whimpering sounds. 

Sam fumbled at first, but did manage to taste Charlene's moist love canal before I suggested he go first and mount her. As Sam removed his underwear I stared in wonder, I had never seen a tool so large, so close, and so hard.

Charlene was ready, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Sam's huge penis. Sam hovered above her for a moment, his manhood, like a spear, aiming for the prize. He inched forward torturously slow, as he entered Charlene her jaw went slack, her mouth opened forming an 'O'. Sliding further until he was buried to the hilt, Charlene not looking away until she felt his entire length in her. Sam then went to work. 

He had an abundance of energy, and was pounding into Charlene at break-neck speed. Her heels pressed against his thighs urging him on, her arms wrapped around his neck as if she was afraid to fall off. 

"Unbelievable." I thought. "How can he keep this up?" 

Charlene sensing my astonishment, reached a hand to mine, clasped it, and smiled a knowing smile, and then she mouthed the words, "thank you." 

I just returned her smile with one of my own. 

When Sam came it was frenetic and Charlene held him even closer than before. Sam was getting an education in really good sex, but wasn't taking notes. Charlene was, I found out later. When Sam finished, he excused himself and quickly left us to ourselves. 

Charlene commented, "He seemed nervous." 

I however, was invigorated and saddled up for my ride. I was completely overcome by my emotions and mounted Charlene with one thrust, and was in to the hilt. My cock was beginning to be exquisitely hot and tingly. I knew that I was not going to last very long, and I began to take rapid thrusts. My cock was running away with me. It was thrusting and vibrating, and I couldn't hold back much longer. 

My balls began to draw up and I could feel them welling up. At last, I felt my balls and my cock tingle and sharp little pleasure pains shot through me, from my balls up to my abdomen. I couldn't stop myself and I fucked her as hard as I could, with cum shooting out of me. 

My brain exploded in a thousand bright lights of swirling emotions, and I let out a huge groan and grunt as I shot a stream of semen into Charlene. With both of us shaking and thrusting and crying out, Charlene's entire abdomen started to convulse. Her ass and her pussy simultaneously convulsed and gripped my cock as it was throbbing inside her. 

Completely spent we slept soundly through the night.

I was pretty shaky the morning after Sam, Charlene and me made love. Before that night, it would be hard to believe that I could watch my wife have an intense, intimate relationship with my brother. Their lovemaking was so passionate that it left me completely drained. It was a shock to me that she really went ahead and did it. 

She had sexual relationships with other men for years, but when she finally broke loose with Sam, it took my breath away. Afterward, when she told me that she loved me, and we made sweet love into the night, I was less fearful. Still the next morning, a weekday, as we awoke from sleeping, I was anxious.

I woke up first, as she lay next to me, sleeping peacefully. After I was fully awake, I just watched her. I really love her, and want her to be happy, without any feeling of restraint. But I was feeling kind of stupid that morning. I mean, what's wrong with a man who has a gorgeous wife and then encourages her to go fuck another guy? Especially when the other guy is his good looking and really hung brother. 

I was kind of naïve, I guess. I was nervous about what she would say when she woke up. I told myself that the kids and I were her life, and that last night was just a fling.

But there was this slightly ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. As the feeling came into my consciousness, I realized that the scariness of the situation was enjoyable. Somewhat like a small pain that was intense. Could it be that I liked feeling scared? Maybe I let it happen just to have the feeling. There certainly was a thrill. 

I guess I really didn't think she would freak out, and that confidence was the key to my enjoying the fear. Watching her come with Sam's big dick inside her made me come, too. The whole experience was illicit. It was forbidden, taboo, scary and just plain exciting. As long as nothing important really changed between Charlene and me, it was arousing. I wondered how Charlene felt. 

I tried to imagine how she felt, but I couldn't, and she hadn't admitted anything to me. In the past, she had said something about breaking loose, and then she ended up with several lovers, and she really loved it. Underneath my scary little feeling was a real fear that Charlene might not tell me if our relationship was changing into something less.

Even so, as I lay in bed, I realized that I had enjoyed the whole night of Sam and Charlene's sexcapade. The building excitement, the sensuality, and tension, even watching them make love. God, the sight of her in his embrace! They had been so erotic! Images of them with him on top of her, his big cock head wedged inside her, flashed through my mind. I groaned inwardly as I relived her wildness, with her legs wide open, just panting and moaning, reaching for my hand and smiling. 

Normally totally in control, Charlene had shown her true passionate female side, and if it was stimulating for me, Sam was really inflamed. My memories flooded over me and I got a huge erection, just lying there looking at her next to me.

So I knew at that moment, the very morning after, that I wanted another adventure. I was shaky, but it was that shakiness that made me feel excited. And what I had to look forward to was another fantastic female detonation. 

My anticipation made me worry that there was something wrong with me. When I realized that I wanted her to do something like that again, I felt guilty, like I was failing in my husbandly duty. I knew that getting her to do it again was a dangerous act to contemplate, and I really shouldn't think about it. But deep inside, I knew that I wanted to feel that dangerous feeling again. I wanted to let go again, and I wanted to be with Charlene when she did it. 
The fact that Charlene hadn't told me how much she had enjoyed Sam's ministrations was unnerving and made me feel vulnerable. Why didn't she share her erotic thoughts with me? Good God, how many husbands gave their wives license to go out and make love to other men? 

When I left for work Charlene was still sleeping in our bed, Sam was fast asleep on the living room couch. I wondered if Sam was up for another round with Charlene later that night. I believed Sam to be restrained by the taboo and the thought of him taking advantage didn't enter my mind.
 All day I was haunted by the memory of Charlene and Sam locked in an amorous embrace. A recurring thought went through my mind; Why don't you give him a call and make sure he knows he's welcome? I was rigid with excitement and fear. So when I called Sam to make sure he knew he was welcome, I was kind of choking. My throat got thick when I remembered Charlene with him. They were very good together. While I was on the phone with him, I had a vision of him thrusting into her, and her fierce explosion under him. 

I almost fainted when he said he "was embarrassed to talk about it, but was pleased none the less."

As the reality of the impending evening dawned on me, I didn't actually feel all that relaxed about things. I mean, Charlene would probably like to make love to Sam again, yet she still figured that Sam might be reluctant. Also, I was pretty sure she would be uncomfortable about fucking Sam with me right there. Rather than just let things drift in no direction, I decided to arrange things the way I wanted them. As I thought back over Charlene's various affairs, the one that came to mind was with Mark and how she was completely insatiable with him when alone.

She's a hopeless romantic, and only capable of letting go if her fantasies are tweaked. When I got off work, Charlene picked me up. I kissed her on the neck and smelled her aroma. Held in a tight hug, she melted against me. I dropped my hand down to her waist, and pulled her tighter against me. 

She was probably thinking about Sam all day, as I was, but little did I expect what came next. 

When I asked, "how did your day go?" 

She sighed and said "Ok... Sam and I made love before work and I'm just now getting off." 

This hit me like a ton of bricks! "You what?" I asked. 

"Yeah, Sam was all over me before I went to work so we spent the morning making love. God, but he's horny!" 

"Tell me the details." I said. 

She filled me in as we drove the short way home. She explained that he was nervous around me and seemed to relax when I wasn't there. 

"Well, no shit!" I thought. "Did he eat you?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you blow him?" 

"Yes." 

"He's hung, isn't he?" 

She shoots me a side-ways glance and says, "Oh yeah." 

Charlene had arranged it smoothly. Charlene was positively electric. She was very confident and pleased. She spent the evening humming and making dinner. About an hour before dinner, she got in the shower, and then spent about half an hour putting on makeup that carefully looked like almost no makeup. She dressed in bikini panties. Her sleek tapered legs were gorgeous below all that red. For a top, she put on a satin top that draped over her breasts and was scoop necked enough so that if she leaned forward, you could see right down between her breasts. The top was short and showed her thighs. 

The total effect on any male was so strong that most men would stop dead in their tracks and stare. I couldn't help but kiss the back of her neck and graze my hands over the sides of her breasts. She liked it and leaned back into me. 

I slid my hands over her breasts from behind and cupped them both, and lifted gently, just applying a little pressure. When I got no resistance, I kept going and rubbed my fingertips over her nipples. She made a nice little mewing sound and pushed hard with her bottom against my crotch.

I was enjoying her letting go, but I knew that Sam would be soon enjoying her favors. I guess that she knew, too. 

I whispered in her ear, "Sam really thinks you're hot, you know. He's going to be so enchanted. You look stunning tonight." 

She just melted a little more. Finally, we heard Sam getting out of the shower and we separated. My hardening cock gradually subsided as we greeted Sam. He was clearly impressed by Charlene's image. She stood up close to him and he looked down at her. The view was great. Her cleavage was just right, puffy, but not too big, sweet looking, and very hot.

I watched him suck in his breath. He was really knocked out by her. I couldn't blame him. I thought she looked so good that I would have gladly taken her clothes off right then. But not yet, I thought. I groaned to myself as I thought about her smooth, sleek, naked body, the slight round rise of her stomach, and her hairy bush hiding her treasure. I had to force myself back to the evening in front of us. I smiled to myself, thinking about what a magnet she was. Two men captivated by her. Like two tense, impatient animals circling a female in heat.

The dining room looked like a private room in an exclusive restaurant. Sam walked in and instantly caught the flavor, "God, Charlene, this is fantastic. You're a real genius at entertaining." 

Those were magic words. Charlene beamed, and chirped back, "Well, Sam, I wanted to do something special for you." 

Sam reached out and lifted Charlene's hand, and then squeezed it softly. Charlene enjoyed his attention. 
While Sam and Charlene tried to think of something more to say, I went in the living room and put on some soft music. 

We sat down together, and I said to Sam, "Doesn't she look gorgeous?" 

"Bob, I have to tell you that Charlene is a beautiful woman. And Charlene, you're driving me crazy. Your eyes are so deep and brown." 

Wow, I thought, way to go, Sam. 

Charlene was actually beginning to look a little worried about me. Sam was sounding pretty sincere, and I certainly noticed. But I wasn't acting jealous. Charlene's worry would turn into perplexity, soon enough.
 We ate her romantic meal, with light talk about how the day had gone. When, inadvertently, I had brought up their morning tryst, I saw Sam tense noticeably, and I realized he didn't know that Charlene had confided in me. Quickly, steering the conversation around to the previous night to avert any embarrassment, I knew they would both have some strong memories, and a couple of times their breath caught, hesitatingly they just looked at each other. 

But on the other hand, I loved the scared feeling I got. By encouraging them, I could be setting myself up for something I didn't want to see or feel. As I wondered what was going to happen, I actually shivered and a shudder ran across my shoulders. They didn't notice.

I kept Charlene's glass full, and she laughed and was very pretty and happy. Sam kept his glass empty, no matter how hard I tried. Several times I had to get up and get a bottle chilling in the refrigerator. 

I thought to myself, these two are having a fine time. I wondered what they thought was going to happen. Surely they were wishing that somehow they could repeat their morning encounter. 

Charlene had begun to lean forward, toward Sam when she gestured, and he was getting little flashes of red lace against her soft skin. Sam was hypnotized.

Sam kept up the complements. "Charlene, your hair really gleams in the candlelight." And then, "This dinner is one of the best I've ever had." 

Charlene was thrilled, and giddy. We finally ate our desert by candlelight, with romantic music in the background. After we finished, we sat together on our big soft couch. Charlene and I sat together, and Sam sat down from us, at the end of the couch. 

As the music softly played, I put my arm around Charlene, who by this time didn't seem to know what to do. Here we were, the three of us, awkward, but bound together. Neither Sam nor Charlene seemed to want to initiate anything. They didn't seem to know what to do.

It seemed really simple to me. I decided to see what would happen when I kissed her, right there in front of Sam. So I leaned over and gave her a kiss, and nuzzle on the neck. 

She stiffened nervously, as if to say, "Bob, not here in front of Sam." 

I put my hand around her breast with one hand, and gently pushed her head back into the cushions with the other. She yielded, and looked up at me. I smiled down at her, and she blushed. I looked over at Sam, frozen as though he couldn't wait to see where this was going.

I relaxed, and enjoyed the two of them waiting to see what I was going to do next. The moment was loaded with sexual tension, but no one spoke. The candles, the music, and the drinks, combined with Sam's flattery had made Charlene really compliant. She was enjoying whatever was happening. 

I wanted to be sure that she felt safe, even though she had to be apprehensive about Sam's reaction to any sexual advances from me. But the truth was that Sam wasn't about to jump up and leave, and Charlene was really pretty hot by now.

Looking into her eyes, I leaned closer to her, and slid my hand down her neck to her bare cleavage. I grazed my hand over her satin blouse, and brushed across her nipples without making much contact. Her eyes fluttered, and she blushed again. Without saying anything, she breathed in hard and swallowed, shooting a furtive glance toward Sam. 

Sam stared and watched. I couldn't slow down now. With my right hand on her breast, I slowly lowered my face down to hers, and brushed my lips across her mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and I put my own mouth right against hers and we kissed. It was a long, slow, kiss that had a built-in intensity. 




Charlene



After a long moment, I pulled back and kissed her gently on both eyelids and whispered in her ear, "I love you. You are so sexy." 

She bit me on the earlobe with a nip. Sam squirmed around, but he kept his gaze riveted on us. I leaned back and cupped her right breast with my right hand. Looking at Sam, I lifted her breast and then slowly circled my fingertips around the perimeter, without touching the nipple. Charlene's chest expanded as she became visibly aroused. The fact that she let me caress her breast meant that she was losing some inhibitions. Her nipples poked through her blouse, and her breast pushed against my hand.

I ran my hand from her right breast to her left breast, and still she didn't move her arms. I really expected her to object, but with her eyes closed, she was breathing heavily and obviously enjoying my caresses. And the feel of her breasts, swelling with excitement, was very arousing to me. I couldn't help but squeeze her left nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and that elicited a little moan from her. Her head rolled gently from side to side. She looked like she knew where we were headed.

With my mouth by her ear, I whispered to her, "Would you like me to invite Sam over there to help me? I can see he really wants you." 

She didn't say anything, but her breath quickened. She bit her lower lip. She was pondering this question, with my hand slowly caressing one breast. 

She nodded her head back and forth, saying "no." 

I knew that wasn't really what she wanted. Sam, meanwhile, was beginning to fidget. I figured that he had quite an erection by now. So I kissed her again, and this time I enveloped her left breast entirely in my hand and squeezed. I couldn't help myself any longer and pulled and twisted her nipple, I shot my tongue deep into her mouth. She loved it. She moaned and arched her back. She bit my tongue and then kissed me back deeply. By this time, Sam was rubbing his crotch without being too obvious.

Since her sexual temperature was going up, I gently kissed my way down her throat and onto the top of her breasts, little slow kisses, with my right hand caressing both her breasts. She began to shift around on the couch, clearly becoming more agitated. With her eyes closed, she leaned forward and held her face up to be kissed again. I reached my hand inside her blouse, and slid my fingers inside her bra, cupping the soft skin of her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze and a twist of my hand. I looked over at Sam and he was leaning forward, his eyes glowing, with his hand on an obvious bulge in his pants.

I whispered in her ear, "Don't you want Sam to come over here and help me make you happy? It's ok with me. I just want to see you enjoy yourself."

Her eyes flickered open, and she licked her lips and then rolled her head over to look into my eyes and said, "If it's ok with you, I'd like to have him alone. I think he's more comfortable that way." 

My heart fluttered as I realized where we were headed. I had not been sure that she would go for it, but I knew that Sam would be good to her, and that she would really love whatever he did to her. Having watched them make love before, I was pretty confident that this would turn out ok. And it sure did have me excited. I couldn't believe how far we had come in such a short time.

I looked over at Sam, and said "Would you like to move over here, Sam? I think Charlene would really like it." 

Sam gulped and then said, tentatively, "Are you guys sure about this? I wouldn't want you to..." 

I thought to myself, oh come on, Sam, who are you kidding? Rather than respond to him, I just got up and went upstairs. 
Sure enough, Sam was next to Charlene before I was halfway up the stairs. She looked up at him, and he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, and they kissed a long slow kiss, with lots of little bites on the lips. 

She shot a wondering look in my direction. I smiled and continued out of sight, turning back so I could observe from the shadows. 

Charlene put her right hand on the back of his neck, as Sam gripped her breast. Charlene let out a moan, and said, "I can't believe this is happening. I am getting so excited." 

She put her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, a woman who was in new territory and just letting things happen. She was really getting hot. And Sam was really primed. He was breathing heavy and groaning. She was clearly very willing, almost liquid in her motions. 

It only took a few seconds to make the couch into a bed. Sam pulled the covers on the bed back, and sat down on the bed. I stood at the top of the stairs and watched them. Charlene pulled her blouse over her head. She put her arms around Sam, and I stared down at her beauty. 

"This is going to be one fantastic night," I said under my breath. 

She smiled, and tilted her head up to be kissed and they fused together for a long searching, probing embrace. She reached around behind herself to prop herself up on the pillows. She turned to face Sam. He reached up and ran his hands up the back of her legs, from her knees up to her thighs. 

She shivered and quivered, clearly in need of major contact. Sam stood up, running his hands from her lower back up her sides and ending on her breasts. He reached down to her hips, and grabbed her underwear, and in one fast motion, pulled them off. Sliding his hands down over her stomach, and finally running his hands down onto her pubic bone. She moaned and her hands began to search frantically for his male member.

Sam put his hands on her breasts, and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her hands were desperately searching for his maleness. She was completely naked now, and she was lost in a haze. She was completely his to play with. She was not thinking at all. Sam sat back down on the bed, with her lying between his legs, her breasts jutting out. 

While she watched, Sam leaned slowly forward and kissed under her nipples. With one hand under each breast, he suckled the nipples gently. Charlene began to moan and gasp. She put her head back against the pillow and moaned louder, as Sam sucked each nipple and pulled the other. 

He began going back and forth, faster and faster, and working her breasts with his hands. She was transported to another place, and she began to tremble. Sam guided her over the bed, and she hitched herself across the mattress, so that she was sitting with her legs under her. 

She looked at Sam and then she looked up the stairs as if she was looking to see if I could be seen, and then she said, "Please take off your clothes." 

Sam was out of his shirt in seconds, and he stripped his shorts and shoes off, in one motion. His cock popped out, and he said, "Oh God, Charlene, you are just so beautiful, so wonderful, I want you so much."

He scrambled across the mattress and his long cock bobbed as he moved. His cock was long, maybe 8 or 9 inches, and it stuck straight out from him. The head was very dark, a deep purple. Charlene looked at it with hunger. As he got close to her, she reached out and gripped his cock tight. She put the other hand around his neck, and he kissed her mouth hungrily. They stayed in that kiss for an interminable time, their tongues searching each other, her hand slowly rotating and stretching the skin of his cock in long slow pulls.

As she started to caress his balls and he rubbed the inside of her thighs, I sat down at the top of the stairs so that I could watch them. They began to lose track of time, and their heat continued to increase. It was clear that she was boiling hot. Her legs were apart and his hand was slowly easing up to her silky pussy hair. As his hand finally reached her pussy, she sucked in her breath and cried out, "Oh, Yes, Sam, Oh please." 

He was still in no hurry, though. I leaned forward and just watched while he lightly danced his fingers across her pussy lips. He ran his hand back and forth, with his fleshy fingertips pressed up against her wetness. She had her knees spread apart and his cock grasped in her hand. She was pulling his cock skin all the way over the end of his cock and then pushing back against his pubic bone, with a thump. Each time she pumped, Sam let out a grunt. Her pubic bone was grinding against his hand. Her smell filled the room. It caused both Sam and me to flare our nostrils and to savor the scent.

She dropped back on the bed, rolled over on her side, and he scooted over so that he was facing her, his cock against her stomach. She hung on to his cock, and he reached around her waist and put his open hand on the swell of her ass, pulling her against him. 

His cock was poking into her stomach and she was now moving her hips with smooth, intense rolls, holding him to her stomach in her fist. Her right leg began to come up over his side, so that her pussy was wide open for his hand. She was the universal female asking to be fucked. She was saying, oh please mount me. I'm wide open. 
Sam slowed his own humping of her stomach, and captured her face with both hands, while she held him. Almost sitting up, he slowly lowered his face down onto hers, and kissed her tenderly. He gave her a long slow, tonguing of her lips and her mouth. He began to suck on her lips and run his tongue in and out of her. 

Her noises got louder. She began to rock and shake. Her pussy was still only lightly caressed by Sam. I knew that she was close to an orgasm. Her thigh muscles were jerking and jumping. 

While Sam was kissing her, she went wild and began thrusting wildly with her pussy. She made animal noises, high pitched female noises, sounding desperate, and then she screamed, coming before he could even get two fingers in. She came all at once, while Sam had his tongue down her throat, and was sliding his two fingers into her. Her back snapped into an arch, pulling her face away from Sam, and her pussy squeezed down on his hand like she was grabbing his finger. She bucked and cried out, "Yeeeesssss, Oooooooh God, that's sooooooo gooooooodddd. Ahhhhhhieeeeeeeeee. I'm coming." 

He held on to her pussy and forced both fingers all the way in while she was coming. She responded with another back snap and another cry. She was out of control, just one enormous orgasm. He thrust at her pussy, causing more little screams and jerks. Sam's other hand was massaging the spot above her pelvic bone. 

"Wow," I marveled! What an experience.

As she was coming, Sam slid down lower on the bed, so that his cock could get between her legs. Much to my surprise, his cock started pushing against her leg. His fingers were inside her convulsing pussy and Sam's long cock slipped down to press against her bottom. It was the most elemental sensation I could imagine. It seemed dangerous to me. She needed him very badly. I watched as my brother's cock head pressed into her. 

I could see the underside of his cock as it probed, and I couldn't stop myself from uttering a small "wow!" 
She was completely soaked with sweat, and he was leaking precum fluid. Sam let out a huge moan. His cock was so incredibly hard. He pushed hard and his pubic bone crushed against her moist pussy. 

Everything in the general area of Charlene's pussy was soaking wet. She was sweating enough that she was glistening. As Sam rested his cock head partway inside her, he ran his fingertips around her ass hole. Charlene quivered, and jerked back toward the pillow. Without any hesitation, he slid a finger inside her ass. 

She made an approving noise. Then uttering, "Oh, yes, I can't believe this. Please do me good."

With her on her left side, and with her right leg over his side, it was easy for me to see he had yet to fully enter her. As he started to push, she was still relaxed from her orgasm, and she opened her ass up with no resistance. His finger went in easily, and she wiggled in pleasure. Sam thrust further into her pussy, and impaled her from behind with his finger. Charlene was mindless. She had arrived in heaven. 

Sam couldn't get all the way in with one thrust, so he stopped and gave her a chance to adjust and to push with him. They gradually pushed together, and he gave little jerks as tremors passed through her crotch. She squirmed and rotated and pushed, gasping for air. When they finally were joined all the way, he shoved his finger in as well. 
I could see the base of Sam's cock, bumping against the opening of her vagina. At last, Sam was deep inside Charlene. She was impaled like never before. She was babbling, with a kind of guttural laughing. Kind of like a huffing, stuttering sound. 

We were at the peak of our adventure. My brother was fucking my wife and she loved it. So did I.

She was wide open and totally at his mercy. She just hung on to Sam. Rather than thrust wildly, he continued to push steadily up inside her as far as he could reach, until she let out a deep groan. 

"Ooooh my gooooodddddddd, please do me now. Please do me now." 

Sam began a slow withdrawal, then began to slowly slide back in. It just seemed natural, and they each began slow undulations, alternating with slow pushes back and forth inside her. 

She was completely beyond thought. Just impaling herself and getting fucked like never before in her life. She was beyond any previous self-restraint. She was blissful. All their smells were mingled together, into one tangy, sweet aroma. All three of us just floated in a mutual sexual haze.

Sam was very happy, and his thrusts began to take on their own life. Charlene felt it building, and so did Sam. She began to moan and Sam plunged faster and faster. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her teeth showing. Her breasts were bobbing, her back arched, as Sam plunged harder and harder. 

She was crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh." 

Her noises were getting higher pitched. I knew that meant that she was just about to come.

They came for what seemed like several minutes, and they lay together, shaking, and jerking. For a while, they lay motionless, just getting their composure. Sam withdrew, and let Charlene fall back on the mattress. As she collapsed against the bed, Sam plopped out of her, with a trail of semen reaching from his softening cock head to her furry entry. 

I watched as he rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed him back passionately, with hunger. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and she was totally absorbed in her feelings. Sam flopped back and then rolled over to give her a second kiss, which she returned with the same hunger that she had just kissed him.

They passed out. 

Sometime in the night Charlene pulled the covers over Sam, and climbed gingerly upstairs, to bed with me.

Later in the week, in the very early morning, while it was still dark, I woke to their lovemaking. I could hear them breathing and kissing. I rose up and quietly walked to the head of the stairs so that no one would know I was awake, and I looked right at them. There was almost no light, but enough that I could see them embracing. 

Sam was on his back, and he was tonguing her mouth. Charlene was on top, with her legs spread and her knees up, and his hand was between her legs. She was making little moans, trying to be quiet. 

As Sam caressed her, she reached out her hand, and grabbed his cock. I rubbed my eyes, squinted and watched as she pumped his manhood. 

Sam was very urgent, and he spoke to her, "Please, Charlene, I need you now." 

Sam pressed up to meet her, and she clung to his back. Sam pushed forward, and she held on until he was entering her, then she withdrew her hand from his cock. Suddenly he was inside her, where he pushed all the way in to her bottom in one long but hard thrust. 

She gasped. He stopped and she pulled her knees up higher, effectively sucking him further inside. She let out a long singing moan, and she started rocking her ass, which made his pubic bone grind against her clit.

He stayed all the way in, slowly pumping and pushing hard, in circles. She came quietly, with a very sweet little whimper. I was entranced, hearing her high pitched noises, and seeing her pushing with her pussy, her knees now pressing on the mattress. 

Sam groaned, and pumped more semen into her, with spurts that still didn't pull back. They both quivered and shook. Sam collapsed and fell asleep almost instantly, Charlene still on top. She closed her eyes, with him still inside her. They slept that way until dawn. I fell asleep myself, with dreams of Charlene.

When the full dawn came, Charlene came to me upstairs, we were three lovers, and there was not much self-consciousness. As I was waking up, Charlene crawled up on top of me, and inched her pussy down onto my morning erection. 

She smiled at me and said "Good morning, husband. I love you." 

She pressed herself onto me until I was past the crusty dried cum, up inside her. Her pussy was wet inside; Sam's cum was still inside her from their last lovemaking. 

She smiled dreamily down at me, whispering, "I have been wanting to tell you that Sam and I were kind of horny and we ended up making love on the couch. Did you want to know that? I hope it's ok to tell you, because I hate having any secrets between us." She blurted this out softly, in my ear. 

It sounded like she had wanted to say these words for some time. She sighed as she pushed her pussy down further onto my cock.

As she was talking, she was grinding her pubic bone against mine and she was gripping my cock with her legs together. On top of me, she clasped her fingers in mine, in both my hands, holding them down on the mattress. It felt so good, I didn't last long. I came with a single long upward thrust, and she just sighed happily. I spurted again and again, and felt overjoyed with my life, and my wife.

Charlene resisted having Sam in bed while I was there. She said he wasn't comfortable, but I suspected it was her that wanted to be alone with Sam. I say this because Charlene was free to be uninhibited with Sam while I wasn't there. I understood, and respected her wishes. I would watch from the top of the stairs as she lay along with him on the couch, chit-chatting. They seemed to get together when I was at work or after I went to bed. I imagined them having several sessions a day; I was tired and unable to keep up. That seemed to be fine with Sam and Charlene, they were happy. Life was good.



Charlene



I had a need that I had to have satisfied. I wanted, no needed to fuck my neighbor's daughter. Her name was Charlene. Charlene was 22, 5'8', 140 pounds, approximately 36 x 24 x 36. She had medium dark skin from her Greek heritage. Her body was perfect, great tits, a waist that narrowed and then spread out to her fantastic hips. Her ass was perfectly rounded and well shaped. Her legs were slender, well proportioned to the rest of her body. Her face was flawless, she was beautiful. Charlene was a tease who tormented me with walking around in a bikini or revealing clothes causing me much discomfort in my shorts. She was a student at one of the state schools and was home for a couple of weeks. I had to have her. I had taken my 9" cock in hand many times thinking about sliding it into her hot pussy. She was getting married in 5 months so my time was limited.

My name is Don; I was 19 at the time. I was 6'1", 220 pounds. I was in good shape. My 9" cock was always ready for sex. Just thinking about Charlene or seeing her sun bathing in their back yard in her bikini made me hard. I came up with a plan to take her and fuck her until I was satisfied. I got some rope, scarves and some chloroform to knock her out with. I would take her in a quiet, secluded place that I had already picked out.

My chance came a couple of weeks later. Charlene was out in the back yard, sitting in a chair reading a book. I got the things that I needed and brought them into our garage where my car was parked. I came back out and she hadn't seen me yet. I walked over to her and said, "Hi Charlene, great day isn't it." She said that it was a very nice day. I asked her if she was able to help me in our garage for a moment. I needed someone to hold a ladder so I could put up some things to stow away in the rafters. She said that she would. 

I held her hand in mine as I helped her out of the chair. We walked over to the garage. I let her go in first. As we entered she saw that the trunk was open on my car and started to ask why. I closed the door quickly and grabbed her from behind. She started to fight me as I brought the cotton with the chloroform up to her mouth and nose. Her breathing hard did the rest. In a moment she was out. I picked her up and as it was starting to get dark put her in the back seat instead of the trunk. I covered her body with a blanket and got into the car.

I opened the overhead door and started the car. I started to pull out, looked around to make sure no one was around and drove out, shutting the door with the remote. I drove the hour to the cabin I had back in the woods taking care to drive safely, not drawing any attention to us.

This place was deep in some woods and no one else was nearby for miles. When she screamed, and she probably would, no one would hear her. I picked her up and brought her into the cabin. I placed her on the bed. I went back out to the car knowing that she would be out for a while yet and got the other things I needed. I tied her arms and legs to the ends of the bed spreading her legs wide apart. I tied a scarf over her eyes and placed a gag into her mouth. Satisfied, I started a fire in the stove, sat down and waited for her to wake up.

I didn't have to wait too long. About an hour later I heard Charlene moan a little and her eyes started to flutter as she started to wake up. As she became fully awake she started to try to move her arms and legs. Finding them secured she tried to cry out. But finding she couldn't with the gag in her mouth she just mumbled. I took out the gag and she asked, "What is going on, where am I?"

I moved over to her ear and using a voice that I had practiced so she wouldn't recognize it told her, "Be quiet my pet, do as I say and you won't get hurt." "I have you alone, in a secluded place; no one will hear you and no one will come to your rescue." "You are mine to use any way that I want to for the next couple of days. You have left a note to your parents that you had gone back to school for the weekend and will see them next week."

"What do you want from me," she asked? I explained to her that it was very obvious what I wanted. I wanted and was going to fuck her, any way that I wanted to. I was going to use every hole that she had. I told her that I was going to fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass and her tits. I was going to fill her body with cum and shoot cum all over her. I was going to fuck her until she begged me to stop and then fuck her some more. If she didn't cooperate, then I would rape every hole she has, either way I was going to do her.

With that Charlene cried out, "No, oh please don't do this to me. I want to go home, please don't!" She struggled with her bonds but it was no use. I came over her body, placing my legs over her hips. I took hold of her blouse and ripped it open. She was wearing a satin lace bra, pale yellow. Her nipples were almost visible through the material. I leaned over and took her left nipple in my teeth and bit down softly on it. 

Charlene cried out, "OW, please don't do that, it hurts, please don't hurt me!" I softly kissed her nipple and then ran my tongue between her beautiful tits. I placed soft kisses on her skin moving between the wonderful mounds of her flesh. I moved over to her right nipple and kissed it through her bra. Her nipple hardened as I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. As I sucked her right nipple I moved my hand over and caressed her left breast through her bra. I left her luscious tits and moved down over her flat stomach. 

As I kissed my way down Charlene was pleading with me, "Please stop, please don't do this to me. I've never had sex before, I'm a virgin!" 

I stopped my kissing and looked up to her beautiful face, tears streaming down from her pretty eyes. "You're a virgin," I asked? She said that she was and had been trying to save herself for her wedding night. I told her, "Well Charlene, you're virginity won't make it that far!" I then took my knife and started to cut away her shorts. She struggled again and I told her, "Don't move, I don't want to cut this pretty skin of yours!" 

She settled down and I cut away the shorts leaving her in her matching panties. I could see a little through the satin material that she had a clean pussy. Charlene shaved her cunt. I ripped the panties from her body and dove between her thighs. I covered her hot cunt with my mouth and licked her from her asshole to her clit. She tried not to respond but her body started to betray her. As I tasted her delicious nectar I sucked on her hard clit. Charlene exploded in a body shaking orgasm. I continued to eat her pussy, she came again. 

I got up and quickly took off my clothes. My rock hard cock, 9" long and dripping wet sprung free from my shorts. I lay back between her thighs and placed the head of my dick at the beautiful lips of her dripping pussy. Charlene felt my manhood at her entrance and screamed out, "NO, DON'T DO THIS; I DON'T WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!! PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T!!"

I told her, "Don't worry my pet, I won't hurt you - much." As I said this, I thrust my rock hard cock into her body. Reaching her hymen, I pulled back and thrust forward again. As my hard phallus broke through her barrier she screamed, "NOOOOO!! OWWWWWW!!! IT'S HURTING ME, DON'T, FUCK, ME!!!!"

I slammed my entire cock into her body until my balls rested against her ass. Tears flowed from her eyes as I held my cock in her pussy. I could feel her wetness around my cock. I pulled it out and thrust back into her. As I started to fuck her, she continued to cry out, "NO, NO, NO, OH GOD PLEASE NOOOO!" 

I picked up the pace and fucked her hard. I pushed my cock deep into her body, feeling her inner walls grab my hard cock as I raped her. As I pulled my cock from her cunt I could see traces of blood from her broken hymen and her pussy juices mixed together. I continued to rape her cunt faster and faster. My breathing was coming faster and heavier. I knew that I would be shooting my hot cum into her virgin pussy soon. I'm going to cum in your hot cunt soon Charlene, my baby making sperm will be filling your body. You'll be lucky if I don't get you pregnant. "I'm on the pill, I won't get pregnant," she cried out. 

I kept fucking her cunt, feeling cum build in my balls. I felt my cock swell inside her body and slammed into her hard. Hot, thick cum shot from my balls into her hot pussy. "I'm cumming my pet, I'm shooting my hot, thick cum into your hot, wet pussy!" I shot over and over, filling her body until cum leaked out from around my cock and her lips. As my cock finished shooting into her hot pussy, I told her, "One hole down, two to go my pet," I said to her.

Charlene was crying as I pulled out of her body. My cock, dripping cum, mine and hers, was still hard as a rock. "You bastard, you raped me, took my virginity, you hurt me," she cried out!

"I said that I was going to do that to you. You shouldn't have expected anything less. If you would have cooperated, I would have made it good for you. But it will be good the next time I take you Charlene. I will make you feel good the second time I slide my hard cock into your hot pussy," I told her. 

I moved up to her head and placed the head of my dick to her lips. "Suck me my pet, suck my cock and clean it up. Get all of the cum and your blood from my hot shaft," I said to her. 

Charlene cried out, "NO WAY AM I GOING TO DO THAT, YOU BASTARD!" I took my knife and placed it under the material of her bra between her tits and pulling up, sliced through. Her beautiful tits now exposed and open to my touches. I took one nipple in my fingers and squeezed it hard. "NOOOO, DON'T DO THAT, IT HURTS, OH GOD IT HURTS," she screamed out! 

"SUCK MY COCK BITCH AND I'LL STOP," I said to her! 

Charlene reluctantly opened her mouth and I slid my cock into it. I let go of her nipple and softly rubbed my palm over it. She started to slowly suck my cock as I caressed her breast. After a couple of minutes I started to slide my dick in and out of her hot mouth as she sucked and licked it clean. "Oh baby, that feels so good!! You're an excellent cock sucker," I said to her! I started to fuck her mouth as she continued to suck my man meat. I thrust deeper into her mouth meeting her throat. She gagged a little and I pulled back. I slowly moved back in pushing farther and farther, down into her throat. She fought the gag reflex and I started to fuck her hot, wet mouth. Every time the head of my cock slid into her throat it felt so good. My cock started to get bigger as I fucked her mouth. My balls tensed and cum shot through my cock as I pulled back and let it fill her mouth. "I'm cumming my slut, I'm filling your hot mouth with cum!! Suck me, suck my cum from my balls!! That's it, that's it baby, I'm cumming!! I'M CUMMING," I told her!!

I continued to stroke my cock in and out of her mouth and throat as cum continued to shoot from me. Charlene swallowed as much as she could, there was a lot of cum. She got most of it, but a little came out and ran down her chin. I pulled from her mouth and scooped up what she didn't get with a finger and placed it to her mouth. She obediently sucked it from my finger. "That's two holes, one to go," I said to her.

I lay down next to her and put my arm around her. I kissed her lips tasting my cum on them. I caressed her gorgeous breasts and softly squeezed her nipples. Her breathing was getting a little faster and harder as I continued to kiss her and caress her breasts. I moved a hand down to her pussy, dripping with our juices still. I slid a finger into her hot hole and started to slide it in and out of her body. She started to push back a little so I slid a second and then a third into her pulsing, dripping, hot pussy. I took a finger, coated with her juices and slid it back to her puckered ass hole. As I pushed it into her ass, she moaned loudly. I started to kiss my way down from her tits to her stomach and down to her pussy. I placed my entire mouth over her cunt and sucked on her. I then took the finger and pushed it farther into her hot ass. I clamped down on her clit and sucked it hard. Charlene exploded, "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!! YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!! OHHHH GOD, FUCK, FUCK, OHHHHH YESSSS!! I'MMM CUMMING!!!!"

As she came, I pushed the finger into her hot ass all the way. I then took a second and pushed it in. I fucked her ass with the fingers as I continued to suck her clit and pussy. She was cumming over and over, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!! 

I turned around on her body and placed my cock to her hot mouth. She took it in and started to suck it into her mouth. As she did I reached down and untied her legs. As she sucked me, my cock started to get hard again. She continued to suck it as I again dove into her dripping pussy. My cock was rock hard in a couple of minutes. 

I pulled it from her mouth and moved between her legs. I turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs up so she was on her knees. I placed two pillows under her stomach and pulled her ass up a little more. I spread her legs and came up behind her. I placed the head of my dripping, hard, hot cock to her pussy and shoved it inside her body. "OH, FUCKKKK, OHHHH YESSSSS," she cried out!! I started fucking her with hard, long strokes, letting her feel every inch of my 9" manhood. At the same time I untied her blindfold and took it from her head. When I was done with her ass she would then see who was raping her body.

I took three fingers, coated them with her pussy juices and slid them into her hot, tight ass hole as I kept fucking her. She again cried out, "I'M CUMMING AGAIN, OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!"

I pulled my fingers from her ass and my cock from her pussy. I spread her beautiful ass cheeks and placed the head of my cock to her puckered hole. "NOOOO," she cried out!!! I pushed forward and forced my huge cock into her tight ass. "NOOOO, NOT THERE, PLEASEEEE!!! IT HURTS, YOU'RE COCK IS TOO BIG, OH MY GOD NOOOO," she screamed in pain as I slid my cock deep into her bowels!! My balls rested against her pussy and I was buried into her hot ass. I didn't even let her get used to my size and started to rape her virgin ass.

"OH GOD YOU'RE TIGHT, YOUR ASS FEELS SO GOOD ON MY COCK!! OH YEAH BABY, I'M GOING TO RAPE YOUR ASS UNTIL I SHOOT INTO YOUR BOWELS." I growled to her. I reached around and took a breast in one hand and moved the other to her pussy and started to rub her clit. Charlene was panting with each stroke in and out of her tight, beautiful ass. I was going to last a long time before I shot into her bowels. My cock was hard and dripping into her hole making it easier to fuck her. I continued to shove my cock in and out of her body. After five minutes of getting her ass raped, Charlene started to breathe faster and heavier. She was responding to me raping her ass. I picked up the speed and she started moaning, "yes, yes, it's, oh what, my god, what are you, ohhh fuck yessss!!" 

As she said this I started to really fuck her hard. I moved faster and faster, my balls slapping against her pussy. The headboard of the bed started to bang against the wall with the rhythm of me fucking her. Soon the sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her tight ass was driving me over the edge. I pulled out a little, leaving just about two inches inside her body. I started to fuck her like that faster and faster with just those two inches. Charlene started panting faster as I fucked her. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!! GIVE IT TO ME, OH MY GOD YESSSS! I'M CUMMING WITH YOUR COCK RAPING MY ASS!! YESSSSSS, FUCKKKK MEEEEEE," she screamed out!!

Charlene laid her head down on the pillow and I continued to fuck her ass. I was now sliding deeper and faster, feeling my balls once again slapping against her pussy. I was now feeling her cunt and clit with my hands. Our juices running down over my cock, her thighs and onto the bed. It was soaked with our combined juices. As I took her clit between my fingers and softly squeezed it she came again, "FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN WITH YOU IN MY ASS!! OHH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS!!! I – I – I'M CUMMING," she cried out!!!!

Sweat was pouring from our bodies as I fucked her. It had been over ten minutes since I started raping her beautiful ass. I was getting ready to cum, my balls tightening. The cum getting ready to shoot through my cock into her hot ass. I called out, "I'm going to cum Charlene. I'm going to fill your hot ass with cum until it runs out of it!!" My balls exploded, the cum flowed out of my cock as I thrust deep into her bowels. Cum splashed into her bowels, shot after shot filled her body. "I'm cumming slut; I'm cumming, shooting cum into your hot ass!! OH FUCK YESSS, IT'S FANTASTIOC!! SO TIGHT, SO HOT, OH FUCK YEAH!! I'M THERE," I growled as my balls started to empty. I shot another 5 or 6 times into her beautiful ass. Cum was flowing out of her body, down over my cock and balls to her dripping pussy and onto the bed. 

I lay on top of her body and kept my cock inside her hot ass until it started to get soft. I moved off of her body, my cock slid out of her ass with a sucking sound. I lay next to her. I kept her tied to the bed for the weekend, letting her go for a while every couple of hours. I fucked her over and over again the whole weekend in all of her holes. She fought me again a couple of times. But most of the time she just let me rape her, sometimes she responded, sometimes she didn't and just lay there as I took her. By the end of the weekend I was drained, she was drained and I made her take a long hot shower as I joined her in it. I made sure that we cleaned up. I had her get dressed and I then drove her back home. I told her to make sure that she didn't tell anyone what I did to her. What she didn't know at the time was that I recorded what I did to her several times, especially kept the parts where she was begging me for more. I told her this on our return and showed her the disc. I told her that if she told anyone, the disc would be shown and all anyone would see was Charlene getting my big cock and begging me for it. She said that she would tell no one and that maybe, just maybe we would be able to get together again sometime. Who knows, maybe that would work out.



Charlene & Lucy



With the entire family gathered there to celebrate Mawmaw and Pawpaw's wedding anniversary that summer morning, the Parker home was not merely packed with people, it was positively overflowing. 

It was a scene of bedlam.

The kids tore through the old two-story house with wild abandon, showing that complete disregard for their own safety and that of the people they might crash into that only a small child would be capable of. Laughing and squealing and shrieking at each other so loudly that people at the other end of the house were wincing at the volume, they were making their way towards the backyard where a small pack of very playful puppies was waiting with their mother for them.

As the kids rushed along the narrow hallway that would take them to the kitchen and the back door, nineteen year old Charlene Costello and everyone else who had the misfortune to be in their way had to dive to one side to avoid being flattened by the torrent of preteen boys and girls. Having nearly been forced to climb up the walls to escape them, the young woman shot a hostile look and a few muttered curses after them even as they vanished from sight.

Pausing a moment to compose herself after that near death experience, Charlene proceeded on her way, wending through the maze of her relatives.

She followed the children almost as far as the kitchen, but left the confines of the hallway when she arrived at the dining room. Around the table sat several people, including Charlene's mother, as they played a spirited game of dominoes. Even more people were standing around the table, watching the game and cheering on their favorites, so the teenager had to dodge around several more family members to get to where she was going.

Charlene positioned herself between two of the domino players, her mother and one of her aunts, and rested a hand lightly on each woman's shoulder.

Glancing up at her daughter, Barbara gave her a warm smile. "Oh, there you are, honey! How about sticking around and giving me some good luck, Charlie?" she pleaded playfully, adding, "I could really use some . . ."

Her aunt Lucy also looked up with a smile as that hand came to rest on her shoulder, but her grin faltered fast as the girl never so much as looked at her. Trying not to look too disappointed, Lucy soon returned her attention to her dominoes.

The girl smiled back at her mother though and chatted amiably with her for a few moments, never once doing anything that would make it obvious that she was deliberately ignoring her father's sister. She spent several long moments chit-chatting with her mother and innocently observing the game, but as the hand started to draw to a close, Charlene made her move at long last.

Charlene would not say a word to her aunt and even now would not even glance in her direction, but the hand she'd placed on the woman's shoulder closed, giving it a firm squeeze.

It was enough.

Lucy did not need to be told what Charlene was telling her and could not help but let out a small gasp at the sudden pressure, her shaking hands accidentally knocking over some of her dominoes. Her heart had started racing just as soon as the teenager arrived, but now it was pounding hard and she started breathing so quickly that she risked hyper-ventilating. Her eyes darted around the room, going from face to face fearfully to see if anybody had detected this subtle communication and not being very reassured when she saw no trace that they had.

Surely Charlene could not be serious! With all of these people around, there was no way in the world that they would be able to find so much as a moment of privacy!

The grip on her shoulder did not let up for an instant though and Lucy was forced to accept that, yes, her niece had plans for her. Distracted as she was, Lucy did not only make the elementary mistakes that would cost her the game, but actually ended up accidentally helping her sister win.

No one seemed more surprised to learn that she had won the game than Barbara. "What do you mean, I won?" she wondered, looking across the table quizzically at the person who had been keeping score. "Wait . . . you mean it? I won?! Oh, my God! It's been ages since I won one of these silly games!" She looked back up to her daughter with a huge smile. "You see, Charlie? I told you that you were good luck!"

"I'm glad I could help, mom." Leaning down, Charlene gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

Lucy watched as the girl headed for the door again, her concern rising. She did not dare linger at this table for too long or Charlene would get too far ahead of her as she might risk losing the teenager. Her eyes darted around the table quickly, lighting on her husband standing among the group who had been watching the game.

Smiling slyly, Lucy called over to him. "Hey, Jim? Come over here and take over for me, will you, please? I need to take a break." This seemed like such a clever idea to her as it would at least keep her spouse grounded while she went to her meeting with her niece. If anyone saw anything, at least it wouldn't be her husband.

Unfortunately, even though he had no idea of what was going on between his wife and their niece, James wasn't willing to play along with her scheme. "I don't know, Lucy. I really don't want to play dominoes right now . . ."

Before Lucy could come up with a way to convince him, Barbara chose to inject herself into the conversation. "Oh, come on, Jimmy! Don't worry, I promise to go easy on you!"

To Lucy's great delight, that got her husband to moving at last and she vacated her seat hastily, darting out of the dining room without looking back.

To her horror, Lucy saw no sign at all of her teenaged niece in the hallway when she finally reached it. There were plenty of people milling about though and so she rose up on her toes to look up and over their heads and was rewarded by a glimpse of the girl turning a corner and disappearing into the living room.

She hurried after her, not hesitating to move her relatives out of her way when she had to, but offering each a muttered apology. 

In the living room, there was a ball game playing on the television and Pawpaw was sitting in his favorite recliner and holding forth on the state of the country as he saw it. There were plenty of people about and, when she burst in, Lucy looked around quickly in a state of near panic until she finally caught sight of her niece at the back, heading up the stairs to the second story.

Lucy raced after her, apologizing profusely when she stepped on somebody's foot but not pausing in her headlong lunge for the staircase.

Arriving at the top of the stairs, Lucy was pleased to see that there was hardly anybody at all on the second floor. There was nothing but bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms up here of course and very little to distract someone from all of the socializing taking place below. She had no trouble at all spotting her quarry this time and reached the top of the stairs just in time to see Charlene disappear into the room at the far end of the hall.

Hurrying past a bedroom where some kids were watching some cartoon, bumping into someone who was just coming out of the bathroom, Lucy wasted no time in joining her niece.

Lucy was startled to realize that she had been led to the master bedroom - to Mawmaw and Pawpaw's room!

Charlene was sitting on the edge of her grandparent's bed, waiting for her aunt with a wicked gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips. She considered the woman standing before her and, when she did not move any farther into the room than the doorway, she finally called out to her.

"Get in here and shut the door, slut."

Lucy hurried to obey not just because she was so desperate to please this girl who held such a svengali-like hold over her, but also because she was acutely aware that anyone who happened to come this way might have overheard Charlene. With the door closed, cutting the two women off from the rest of the family, she ventured a nervous step or two closer to the bed.

Rising smoothly from her perch, Charlene drifted across the room to the wide-eyed woman, her hand rising to gently stroke her aunt's cheek. Lucy sighed happily and leaned into the loving caress, knowing full well that things were only going to get rougher in the future.

She had been serving as this young woman's love slave long enough now to know that much.

Sure enough, just as soon as that wandering hand made it's way down as far as her neck, it griped her firmly by the throat in an unmistakable expression of dominance, if not outright ownership. Lucy was helpless to keep a soft gasp of pure pleasure escape her lips as the girl took possession of her, a deep shudder coursing through her entire body as her legs turned to rubber.

Charlene pushed her aunt back against the door, following after her but not leaning into the older woman, making absolutely sure that a sliver of space remained between them. Even though they were both well aware that they did not dare let this encounter take too long, the teen was not about to just give her aunt everything she wanted immediately.

Lucy reached out with both hands, hoping to take hold of the younger woman's hips to pull her even closer, stretching her neck forward to try for a kiss. She got a not so gentle reminder of who exactly was in charge here when Charlene dodged the kiss and slapped those grasping hands away, all without releasing her grip on the other woman's neck. Lucy slumped back against the door and did not try that again.

Satisfied that she had asserted her total control over this woman, Charlene sent her free hand down to unfasten her aunt's belt first, and then her slacks.

The older woman let out a little whimper as her pants were undone, trembling as she knew from experience what kind of ecstasy her lover could inspire in her. She gazed at the girl with pleading eyes, begging for even more of her attention.

With a grin, Charlene responded by smoothly sliding her hand down the front of the other woman's pants, slipping inside her panties.

From the other side of the door came the sound of some children yelling and screaming as they raced up and down the hallway outside, banging against the wall as they played some game, but this was not enough to keep Charlene from running her long and nimble fingers slowly and sensuously over every inch of her aunt's boiling twat. The women could clearly hear Charlene's father yelling at the kids to quiet down and not destroy the house, but it was simply not possible for Lucy to contain the shuddering moan that tore itself from her very soul.

Holding her middle-aged lover's eyes with her own, keeping her pinned to the door with that unrelenting grip on her throat, Charlene took her time about stroking and caressing her most intimate area. She had been avoiding allowing anything more than a solitary fingertip to dip inside that boiling love tunnel, taking her time to make sure the inferno in her aunt was blazing out of all control, timing it very carefully.

Without any warning, a single long finger slid right up into Lucy, taking her completely by surprise. Yelping, she bounced right off the door at this sudden intrusion, but was immediately pushed back into place. That probing digit stayed in place for only a few moments, exploring and stirring, then was smoothly withdrawn again.

It was like all the bones had been removed from Lucy's body and she simply collapsed to the ground at her niece's feet when that finger was removed, knocking that hand out of her pants and pulling the other off her neck. She had been so wound up just from the girl's teasing touches, the finger had promised so very much, and now it had all been stolen from her.

Standing over the older woman with an amused smile, Charlene said nothing as she gazed down on her. 

Reaching to the side, she opened the fastenings that held her skirt in place and let the garment fall to the floor. Lucy looked eagerly, naturally anticipating that she would get an eyeful of her young mistresses panties, but was surprised to see she wasn't wearing any. But on the other hand, she was also not going commando. 

Charlene was wearing some kind of leather thing that had a circular socket at the front and an open space beneath that allowed her swollen cunt lips to protrude. Lucy stared at it in surprise, needing a moment to figure out what it might be, addled with passion as she was, but soon she recognizing it as the harness for a strap-on dildo.

Leaving her victim where she was for an instant, the nineteen year old returned to the bed and retrieved something from under a pillow that she had obviously planted there earlier. Turning back to where her aunt knelt, she revealed it to be an especially long and thick dildo, it's length covered with bumps and ridges specially designed to make a woman very happy.

Lucy could hardly believe that the girl had brought such a thing to her grandparent's anniversary party, unable to imagine how she would have explained it had anyone caught her with it. And what about the bold idea of stashing it away here in her grandparent's own bedroom until she was ready to use it?! With people seemingly occupying every nook and cranny of this place, it was very possible that someone might have accidentally discovered it. Considering where it had been placed, such a discoverer might well have assumed it belonged to Mawmaw herself.

She found the image of someone uncovering that wicked looking sex toy and imaging it to be the property of that little old woman disturbing, but at the same time very humorous. 

Walking back across the room to rejoin her aunt, Charlene was able to deftly lock the dildo into it's socket on the harness, as if it was something she had done many times before. Pulling herself together at last, Lucy tried to rise to meet her, but was pushed back down immediately, subsiding with a meek little apology.

Standing over her kneeling aunt once more, Charlene held onto her fake dick with one hand to aim it right at the middle-aged woman's face, her other hand going behind Lucy's head to urge it closer. 

Her aunt recognized immediately what she wanted from her and opened her mouth wide to receive the dildo. It was an invitation that she knew Charlene was not going to turn down and, sure enough, it suddenly seemed as if the entire length of that sex toy was being shoved down her throat. Lucy chocked and gagged on it, but that was the only sort of complaint the submissive woman made, not even trying to escape the brutal assault.

Charlene knew just when to back off, letting up on her aunt before the woman got sick all over herself. The older woman had a lot of experience with being manhandled by this girl though and recovered quickly, hurrying to lavish that dildo with all of the love and attention she would if it were real - if not more.

The teen no longer needed to guide her fake cock now that it was lodged in the other woman's mouth, so she let it go. With her other hand still in Lucy's hair, long fingers tangling in that silken mane, Charlene was able then to use her newly freed hand to cup her aunt's chin. Even though she knew perfectly well that the older woman would not resist her in any way whatsoever, she held Lucy's head firmly in place as an overt expression of her dominance over her aunt.

This would mark the end of Lucy being allowed to lovingly worship that cock and she knew it. Hastily, she braced herself for what was to come. 

Pumping her hips back and forth, Charlene was almost ruthless about it as she now sent not just one thrust deep down her aunt's throat, but a whole barrage of them. It was a real test for Lucy to cope with this, but she rose to the challenge and was doing very well right up until she was distracted by a loud thump against the other side of the bedroom door and the sound of squealing children.

Lucy was so startled, so worried that the playing kids would burst into the room and discover the two of them in so very compromising a position as this, that she lost her focus and start choking badly on the dildo. Charlene was kind enough to slide it back out of her mouth again though and to wait patiently for her to recover.

As soon as she had, Charlene took hold of her arm and hauled the older woman up to her feet, pulling her over towards the bed. Her aunt was forced to move in an awkward shuffle however as her unfastened pants naturally chose that moment to slide down her legs and tangle around her feet.

Looking back over her shoulder, Lucy considered the door worriedly. 

It was closed of course, but there was no lock. So long as she had been kept up against that door, it had at least been sort of blocked and they would have had some warning if anybody tried to come in here. The door banging against her back would have been a dead giveaway, after all. If nothing else, they might have had a chance to get their clothes back in order before whoever it was got in.

If they were over by the bed however, the only warning they would have that someone was coming in was the door flying open to admit them.

Lucy knew there would be no dissuading her young lover, though. Charlene always got her way. The very fact that they were doing something so incredibly dangerous as having a tryst like this in a house so completely packed with people was ample proof of that.

Once they reached the bed, the girl did not hesitate to shove her aunt down onto it. 

Distracted as she was with looking back at the door, Lucy was unprepared for this and landed with a little oof, sprawling. Lying on her belly, bent over the edge of the bed, the woman now found herself in a very vulnerable position with her butt in the air. Her situation became even more dire though when the teen swiftly pulled down her panties and pushed her legs apart.

Lucy clenched the bedspread tightly with both hands, bracing herself for her mistress was about to do to her with that great big dildo.

Moving up behind her, Charlene gave each of the older woman's broad buttocks a hard slap, earning herself a yelp. Even though it was very unlikely that anyone else in the house would have heard thanks to the racket those kids were raising, Lucy still chose to push her face into a pillow to muffle any further noise she might make.

Very carefully and deliberately wedging the head of her dildo in the entrance to her lover's pussy, the teenager then took hold of the woman's hips and forcefully shoved the entire length of the sex toy into her all at once. Even though every inch of that dildo was now covered with a lube made of spit, even though Lucy was more than a little aroused and ready to get fucked, it was still a rather painful insertion and so her body twisted wildly and she howled desperately into her pillow.

Charlene gave her only the briefest of moments to recover before she started pumping her fake cock in and out of that burning, boiling cunt. Lucy did not complain though - indeed, she would have begged the girl to be even rougher with her had she only been able to find her voice at that point. All she could manage just then were animalistic, guttural grunts that spoke of both pain and pleasure. 

The girl was no more gentle about how she worked this woman's twat than she had been about how she got into it and almost immediately was slamming that dildo into her hard and deep with gleefully cruel abandon. Unable and unwilling to do anything to rein in the wild and headstrong young woman behind her, Lucy had to take what she was dishing out, directing more wails into that pillow.

While it normally took her what seemed like hours to get off when her loving and gentle husband made love to her, Lucy was now flying towards a huge orgasm as if rocket propelled. There was just something about being manhandled and abused like this, not to mention the forbidden nature of this romance, that never failed to send her spiraling off into undreamt of levels of pure ecstasy. 




Charlene & Lucy



Just moments before Lucy would have been lost to what promised to be an absolutely massive climax though, her niece suddenly whipped the dildo back out of her and just stood there waiting as the inferno slowly started to cool back down.

Startled at being denied her orgasm, she tried to half rise from the bed just so that she could look back and see what the girl was up to, but Charlene was quick to give her a shove to make sure she stayed where she was. Lucy got the message and was still, waiting to see what her lover might do to her next.

Charlene waited until she was certain that her aunt was no longer on a hair trigger, ready to explode at the slightest provocation, then went back to work on her. This time however, it was not Lucy's cunt that she guided her toy into, but her ass.

It would not be an easy entrance - not merely because Lucy was wholly unfamiliar with anal sex and did not know how to make it easier for herself, but also thanks to the fact that Charlene was not willing to give her the time to figure it out. Pushing and shoving, the girl slowly worked inch after inch in until it was buried up to the root, utterly ignoring the cries and groans that were rising from that pillow her aunt had her face in.

It hurt a lot even before her young mistress actually started to fuck her butt, but Lucy never once pleaded for her to stop. The idea of begging for mercy never even crossed her mind, in fact. She would never have become so helplessly submissive to this young lady had she ever shown any hint of concern for her well being. Lucy loved to be manhandled and abused, to feel helpless and subservient, and this girl was the only person in all the world who could give her that.

With Charlene pounding that big fake dick into her ass and with Lucy starting to like it more and more, the older woman tried to reach back between her legs with one hand to stroke her own clitoris, but was caught immediately. Before Lucy got anywhere near her crotch, her arm was grabbed and jerked it back behind her.

Charlene would actually only spend a brief amount of time brutalizing her aunt's butt, though it certainly seemed to go on forever so far as Lucy was concerned. Still twisting that arm, the teen gave her one final barrage of battering thrusts, but then the assault came to a sudden end. The dildo came free and the arm was released as Charlene took a big step back from her victim, but she wasn't going to be gone for long.

Stepping back into place, the girl slammed the dildo back into it's first home, Lucy's juicy pussy. Bending forward over the older woman, gathering up her full breasts in both hands, Charlene unleashed a final storm of savage thrusts into her.

This time, there would be no effort to keep Lucy from reaching her orgasm. Burying her face in the pillow again, clenching the bedspread in white-knuckled fists, Lucy had no choice but to ride it out. By this time, the middle-aged woman was so utterly focused on what Charlene was doing that she had almost forgotten that the world outside of that bedroom even existed. Certainly, she no longer heard all of the noise the kids were making out in the hall, separated from this sordid scene only by one, thin door.

The orgasm that overtook Lucy was huge and all consuming, very nearly enough to make her black out. As it was, she could only lay still in the aftermath, panting hard as the world seemed to swim around her. Whimpering softly and wearing a big and happy smile, she could do nothing but wait until she could figure out which end was up.

Her young lover, on the other hand, had not let this time go to waste. While her aunt was slowly recovering, Charlene had disappeared into the bathroom that was attached to the master bedroom to freshen up. Once she had gotten rid of the stink of sweat and sex, had fixed her hair and make-up, and made sure all of her clothes were back on, she returned to find the other woman right where she'd left her. 

Frowning, she walked over to the bed and slapped the older woman's ass extra hard. "Get moving, slut. Or do you want your husband to come up here looking for you?"

Lucy finally started to stir then, wincing and gasping as a jolt of pain cut through her delirious happiness. With her crotch feeling like it was on fire, it quickly became very clear to her that all of the punishment she had taken was going to tell for some time to come. She started to lever herself up, trying to figure out ways to move that would cause her the least amount of distress.

Watching all of this disdainfully, not feeling any sympathy for the other woman at all, Charlene stashed the dildo back into it's hiding place, plotting to come back and retrieve it later. She was not at all pleased by how slowly her father's sister was moving, but she had a clever idea about how to speed the older woman up.

"Didn't I just tell you to get moving? Well, I know how to get your ass in gear. I'm going to go back downstairs now, but I'm going to leave the door to this room wide open and you do not have permission to close it. You'd better get moving or everyone is going to see you like that and know what kind of slut you really are."

Lucy was horrified, but the girl was true to her word. Throwing the door wide open, she strolled out into the hall and headed for the stairs without even once looking back. There was no question in her mind that her aunt would obey her order to leave the door open, even if it meant putting herself at terrible risk. 

Back in the bedroom, Lucy could now clearly hear the voices of her relatives downstairs and of those children who were playing in one of the neighboring rooms. She had no choice but to move fast now or she would certainly get caught disheveled and half-naked and have to face a horrifying scandal, so she pushed herself off the bed and gathered up her clothes before making a run for the bathroom.

Every little movement seemed to send jolts of pain shooting through her nether regions no matter what she did to minimize it, but it was something she would just have to bear for the time being.

Lucy would not show her face again for several long minutes - not until she had gotten herself cleaned up and not until she had fixed the bed so that it didn't look like someone had just gotten fucked on it. She slipped back downstairs slowly and quietly, doing everything she possibly could to hide the limp her burning crotch was giving her gait.

To her great delight, nobody seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary about her . . . until she got to the dining room.

When she got there, Lucy could see for herself that the domino game was still in full swing, though some of the players had changed since she left. Looking around the table, she saw that her husband still occupied the seat she had given up and that Charlene's mother still held the next chair. What really drew her attention though was the fact that Charlene herself once again stood at her mother's shoulder, wearing an evil smile.

As she was making her way into the room, still trying her best to hide her little problem, Lucy was startled when her young mistress suddenly spoke up in a loud, clear voice. "Are you all right, aunt Lucy? It looks like you're limping a little."

With that, every head in the room turned to look at her.

Feeling completely humiliated, her face a fiery red, Lucy could only mutter something about having stubbed her toe and try to get away so that she was no longer the center of attention. Using the pretense of going to get something to drink, she fled the room to head for the kitchen.

Despite all of the pain and embarrassment she was going through right now however, she hoped and prayed that her niece would want to make love to her again soon.



Charlene & Ryan



A few years ago, they had been lovers, when they had met on one of Ryan's leaves.

Ryan had been in the Armed Forces for 15 years and had just come back to town for a longer than usual leave. He had been overseas and had earned some extra leave.

He was a tall guy, 35 years old about 6' 2", with a short black military hair cut and deep brown eyes, which had shots of gold through them, depending on his mood. He had a very sharp face with a cleft in his chin. He was a very fit man, being very big on work-outs in the Forces. His shoulders were broad and his hips tapered down to very muscular thighs and legs.

When he was 18 he had married his school sweetheart but it never worked out. She didn't want to have children in case it ruined her figure. They stayed together for about 3 years but eventually divorced, the year after he joined the Forces.

When he arrived in town he booked into the Hotel, had a shower and a nap, as he had been traveling for so long. He then decided that he would call a couple of friends and try and get together and catch up on all the gossip.

Charlene was 29 years and had not been out of town, except for the occasional work project. She stood about 5' 8" and had platinum blonde hair which she wore at shoulder length. She had emerald green eyes and a very curvy, voluptuous body. Her measurements were about 38CC -- 26 -- 40. Her skin was like porcelain, it was so pale.

When he met his friends in the Lounge Bar of the Hotel, he immediately saw the Charlene was amongst them. He once again found that he couldn't keep his eyes off her, she became the focus of his attention.

They all ended up having dinner and went out to a Club for some dancing. Ryan started to feel tired as he hadn't had a lot of sleep in the last 24 hours. He said goodnight to everyone and noticed that Charlene wasn't there. He looked around and just thought she may have gone to the rest room. One of his friends remarked that she had already left.

He didn't think anymore about it and proceeded to his room. As he stepped off the elevator, he saw her standing outside his door. He didn't question her as to why she was there, he was sure he knew.

He unlocked the door to the suite and ushered her inside. As he closed the door, he paused to modify the lighting and air-conditioning. He then took her into his arms and wrapped them tightly around her.

His mouth found hers and hungrily devoured her. She strained to get closer to him, as their tongues tangled together in a battle for supremacy. They both dragged at the others jackets and attempted to tear them off. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart as she touched his chest, and she knew his desire was as strong as hers.

He lifted her sweater over her head and then pushed her skirt over her hips. In the meantime, she was attacking his shirt buttons; it suddenly occurred to her that what they were doing had to be what was best. She knew what she had felt all those years ago, were the same emotions that she was feeling now.

They were now both half naked.

"Don't stop," he said, as he kissed her ear and her neck, and his hands ran riot over her sensitive body.

She knew that it was impossible to stop now, but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

"Ryan, don't let us rush this," she whispered.

"Don't think about it any more," he advised, as he eased her out of her camisole and bra.

He still had his pants on and she was frustrated by this, so she slid down his zipper and encouraged them to fall to the floor, followed by her hand as she grasped his man meat.

"I want you, I have wanted you so long, Ryan."

"And I want you, my darling."

As their flesh met and he trailed kissed down her throat, grazing her sensitive breast buds, and on down to that hot, burning center, that had been waiting so long for him to return.

She stopped him then and drew him up to eye level. He could see she had something to say, and even though he was impatient to love her, he acknowledged her need to speak.

"What is it my love?" he asked.

"Ryan , it was an accident, it was never meant to happen. Can you ever forgive me."

"What in the world are you talking about?" he questioned.

"Well, Rose told me that she couldn't have a baby with you."

He looked at her, trying to work out what she was on about.

"The truth is, darling, is that she couldn't have a child, Charlene. She was infertile. She was quite happy about that, as having a child may have ruined her precious figure."

"But she told me that she is pregnant to Hugh."

Ryan realized that his ex-wife was trying to make Charlene jealous. He had seen her medical records and knew for a fact that such a thing was impossible.

"Ryan, when we made love before ........." she whispered.

"It was perfect, he answered. It was the best night of my life."

"I don't know how it happened, Ryan."

"It happened because we were so right for each other," he insisted. And he buried his head into the heat of her neck, intent on establishing their rapport once again.

"Ryan, I did a pregnancy test a couple of weeks after our meeting, and it was positive," she said as she took a deep breath and spoke in a rush.

"We have a son, who will be 10 years old in a couple of months," Charlene remarked. 

Shock!! 

He absorbed the words as his eyes focused on her and he tried to gauge her feelings. So many emotions ran through his mind.

"I should have been with you, he said finally. Are you happy about it? Charlene." 

"That depends on you, Ryan. What do you want?"

"I want to marry you this minute and shout it to the world that you are the mother of my child, and many more to come."

"You mean that marriage to Rose hasn't put you off that institution."

"That was a travesty. What we have is something so much more. It is the real thing, surely you can feel that, Charlene."

"Is it settled then? We get married and work things out together as partners and parents."

"I think we should work things out first, but I love the togetherness part," retorted Charlene.  After that Ryan gently fondled her and touched her all over. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. He started to kiss her hair, her forehead, her earlobes, and down into the valley between her breasts.

His fingers found the hot, moist center of her, and he inserted first one and then a second finger into her wet hole. He slowly worked her up to a climax and she let it all go. She flooded his hand as her climax flowed from her pussy.

Ryan then breathed a sigh of relief and went on to lower his head to her mound. He gently kissed and laved her and then stuck his tongue into the folds of that wondrous valley of molten lava. He lapped and licked and sucked at her as though he would never get another chance. 

Charlene knew that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. She slipped her hands under his armpits and pulled him up so that his mouth was level with hers. She kissed him greedily on the lips. "Put yourself in me, my darling. I have waited so long for this day."

Ryan also knew he wouldn't last too much longer and he slowly inserted his rigid pole into her hot, steaming valley of love. After a couple of more grunts and pushes, both of them came to an outstanding climax, together. 

"Well, my darling, now that is over, for the time, at least. Tell me about our son? What is his name and when can I meet him? What have you told him about his Dad? I want to know everything. The sooner we can meet, the better. There are so many years to make up.

"Ryan, I have only told him that he has a wonderful father, who has been stationed overseas for many years." He knows your name and nearly everything about you, except one thing."

"And what is that, my love?

"The truth about us. That we are brother and sister."

"Well my love, that is something we will have to work out, but I think he is too young to know that yet, don't you?

"Will you marry me, Charlene, and have more babies."

"Yes, yes, yes. As soon as possible," replied Charlene.

Ryan met his son and after a while started to get along very well with him. Charlene and Ryan married and ended up having another baby, a girl this time.