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Happy

By: snfl_grl



I wish I never took this job. But if it gives me free room and board off-campus compared to rooming with a one-digit IQ football player, what choice do I have? Ugh, but the lady is a witch! She is a dark, beautiful, evil witch with serious 24-hour PMS problems. And talk about obsessive compulsive! Zainna is her name, and I am her slave. 

So far, this hotel has had limited guests. It mainly herds the extremely rich and powerful, the um, cream of the crop if you will. I'm one of the many that are assigned the dirty work like cleaning up after them, bringing them food, waking them up in the mornings, etc. while Zainna merely stands at the counter looking gorgeous ad welcoming guests.

Now, this guy called up, complaining that he couldn't find the remote and obviously he refused to manually change the channel himself. So it was up to me to save the day and deliver a remote. 

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, "Room service."

I just put my hand on the door handle when it opened. I looked up to face a man with ebony, curled locks of hair that hung to his shoulders. He had a five o'clock shadow that made his sculpted face look all the more sharp. His honey eyes penetrated me. He stood at least five inches taller than my 5'7 figure, and much, much more powerful. This guy only had his boxers on, and boy, let me tell you, it wasn't just his face that was sculpted.

He smirked, "Place it on the coffee table."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, over there slut."

I lifted my hand with the remote and went to slap him, but he caught my hand and dragged me in the room. Struggling for freedom he pushed me against the wall, placed both of my hands over my head in one of his gigantic ones and covered my mouth with the other. 

"Now what are you going to do? Huh slut? Whatcha gonna do now that Master's you right where he wants you?"

He took me by my hands and forced me on the bed. Using one of his knees, he prodded my legs apart and forced himself between them, grinding his hips against mine. My skirt riding up to my hips, his hard cock managed escape from his boxers. 

"Mmm baby, I can feel the heat from your tight little cunt. Don't tell me this isn't hot hun. I feel your little cotton panties getting damp."

With that I gave out a moan from under his hand. He took his hand from my mouth and reached down, moving my panties aside. Before I could reject, the tip of his pulsing dick was in me.

"You want this baby?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

"Mmmm, tell me," he whispered.

"I want it! I want it!"

"Tell your Master how much his lil' slut wants it, how much his whore needs my cock. Tell me..."

"Oh Master I need you! I need you in me! Fuck your little slut, fuck her right now!"

With that he ripped my panties off and rammed his cock into my wet, swollen pussy. My arms still over my head, I grabbed my hair and arched my back from the pleasure of his thick member vigorously penetrating me. 

"Harder, harder Master make me cum"

Again and again he sent waves of pleasure through me, bringing me close to cumming and then pulling back. He teased me, toying me, had me at his mercy. He is enjoying tormenting me and begging for his cock to pleasure me. 

Then he started to fuck me faster. Faster and harder with every stroke of his cock.

"Now...cum my little slut....cum for me..."

As soon as he said those words, it was automatic that I screamed out in ecstasy. My pussy pulsed juices, firming its grip around his cock. 

Master took his cock out and slapped it against my pussy, "Thaaat's a good little sub. Now pleasure me." He straddled my chest and rubbed his cock between my tits. I grabbed my plump breasts, slippery from sweat and pushed them around his cock. "There we go, that's my little bitch. My cheap slut. Worthless whore!" "Mmmm yes Master, use my hot tits to jerk your cock off. Pump your cock between them Master. Use me, use your whore. Call me all those nasty, dirty names" I felt his balls tighten against me and soon he was shooting cords of his white, frothy, delicious cum all over me.

I think I'm beginning to like this job.

To be Continued...

Happy 10th Anniversary



On the morning of our 10th anniversary I gave my wife, Sue, her present. She promptly opened it to find, as she had suspected, a set of exotic lingerie - black lace hold-up stockings, a tiny peephole bra, and a minute lace micro-thong which might just cover the vital parts if she did not move, in which case the miniscule garment could almost disappear inside!

Obviously her reply was a very sexy kiss, and she laughingly told me that she would wear these all day except for this evening when she knew I had already booked a table at our favourite restaurant. "As usual I don't intend wearing anything at all under my dress," she chuckled. "I have never done so for any anniversary and I don't intend doing so at all future ones!"

She then went on to tell me that she was reserving her present to me until after the meal. "I have a surprise for you, something you have dreamed about but have never had as far as I am aware. But I know you will enjoy it," she explained mysteriously.

So off I went to work, knowing that as it was a Friday we could really enjoy ourselves tonight with no thoughts of having to be at work tomorrow.

I was home before Sue as a rule, but tonight she had beaten me to it, explaining that a colleague of hers had promised to finish her work for her as it was a special occasion.

She went upstairs for her bath and I saw to various little things around the house until it was my turn for the bathroom. We have always played a little game about this, that on our anniversaries neither of us saw the other partner undressed until after the meal. For the meal itself Sue would be dressed with nothing at all underneath, although last year she did put on a pair of self-supporting fishnet stockings. I, too, would wear just an open-necked shirt and a pair of thin cotton trousers with no underclothing either. After the meal we would have a short drive out into the country and find somewhere private and secluded and make love outside the car, or inside should the weather be against us. 

And so I did not see Sue until it was time to go, when I called her and saw her mode of dress for the first time.

"Like it?" she asked me. "I bought these today." 

'These' were an outrageously see-through white chiffon top and a pleated micro-skirt which came, I would guess, to no more than an inch below her crutch! But when she gave a twirl the pleats allowed the skirt to billow out and nothing was hidden at all!

I moved towards her to be told to "Wait - touch me AFTER the meal - that's the ritual!" she laughed.

I joined in and told her that she had never looked so ravishing before, and that I was really looking forward to "my real dessert - not that restaurant apology for dessert!"

I gallantly opened the car door for her and courteously allowed her to climb into the passenger seat, as she wickedly made no effort to cover herself from my lecherous stare. After all, there was no way that she could possibly hide anything in that diminutive skirt, and I found myself hoping that there might be someone else around in the car park when I opened the door for her again!

However, I held myself in restraint driving there and also when I opened the door for her once more, a little disappointed that we were alone in the car park at the time.

I had booked a corner table, and allowed Sue to sit so that her back was to the rest of the room. That meant that no-one, (except the waiter, of course,) would realise her state of dress, or rather, undress!

The waiter arrived to take our order, and I noticed that Sue was sitting with her napkin positioned over her thighs in such a way that the actual length of the skirt was hidden from his view. But that did not stop him from ogling her visibly displayed breasts, and Sue actually looked up at him and smiled as if to encourage him as she leaned slightly back at the same time, causing her breasts to protrude more prominently and her nipples to appear to be trying to force their way through the material.

As soon as he had gone she grinned at me, then deliberately unfastened the next two buttons of the already gaping top. This meant that when the waiter next appeared he was able to see more of her naked breasts with even less hindrance that previously! And she made sure he did by once more leaning back and breathing in deeply!

We certainly enjoyed that meal, and I was even more excited when we came to the dessert course and a waitress appeared with the sweet trolley.

Although Sue had never shown any signs of desiring another woman before when the waitress went through her descriptions of the sweets on offer Sue stood up and dropped her napkin onto the table whilst she made a point of bending over the trolley so that her scarcely confined breasts almost fell out of her top! And then, having chosen, she sat down again making no effort to hide the brevity of her skirt which unsurprisingly was now clearly displaying the puffy lips of her smoothly shaven pussy!

To give her full due, however, the waitress was in full control of herself, and although she gave an obvious and lingering stare at Sue's display she showed no signs of either approval or disapproval, but continued to serve quite normally.

When she returned later to clear away the empty dishes, though, she did say, "If you would like your coffee in the lounge I can serve you there, and the seating is much cosier and intimate."

We did as she had suggested and found that the lounge, which seemed to be new from our previous visits, was indeed equipped with plush seating with both easy chairs and settees. 

Sue chose an easy chair, and as she flopped backwards into it she was unable to control her skirt riding up to reveal her enticing pussy lips once again. But as we seemed to be the only people in the lounge she remained nonchalantly showing all she normally kept hidden, even when the waitress re-appeared with our coffee. This time, though, the waitress made no effort to be discreet and openly stared quite noticeably at Sue's exposure. But Sue, not normally so blatant, seemed oblivious to her display.

Just then there came an interruption as another couple came into the lounge. They looked across at Sue, momentarily making as if to cover herself up, resumed her position other than to wave a hand and say, "Hi! Liam and Fran! Nice to see you here!"

I was a little taken aback at this interruption, not having a clue as to who these two were.

Then Sue said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I must introduce you all. This is Steve, my husband, and these are Liam and his fiancée Fran, two of my work colleagues." Then to me she added, "They were the ones who took over my work this afternoon to let me get away early because it was our anniversary." And then to them she said, "Come and join us - bring two chairs up and we can have a foursome!"

But to my astonishment she was making no move whatsoever to cover up her indecency, and both of them could see as much as I could! I did notice that Fran, like Sue, was wearing an extremely short skirt, but nothing like as short as Sue's, which must be said was positively obscene!

As they sat down Liam made no effort to conceal the fact that he was looking straight at Sue's exposed pussy lips, but nor did Sue try to hide them, either, evoking a strong feeling of excitement in me which I never experienced before. In fact, I was wishing that she would show more, although to show more than she was already doing would have meant a deliberate act of either hitching her micro-skirt higher or parting her legs.

But I suddenly became aware of Liam speaking to me. "Steve," he was saying, "Sue and I are going to disappear for a short while - to do with your anniversary present from her. OK?"

He chivalrously held out his hand towards Sue to help her up, and to my immense delight she actually did part her knees momentarily as she slid forwards and up into a standing position! It was obvious, too, how wet she had become there as her parted lips glistened with her juice, and she left an obviously wet patch on the leather upholstery.

Sue and Liam disappeared round the corner, Liam acting as if Sue were his fiancée by the way his hand was now behind her waist and actually with the tips of his fingers inserted down the back of her diminutive skirt!

But any thoughts I was beginning to harbour in that direction were overshadowed when Fran turned to me and said, "Actually, I am your anniversary present from Sue! We arranged this meeting some time ago, the idea being that I am to be yours for the entire night, or even longer should you wish. And, like Sue, I shave my pussy and am not wearing any knickers or anything else at all under this dress. Liam has paid for both meals as his contribution towards your present, so there is nothing to be settled other than where you are going to take me. We can go to your usual nookie spot where Sue says you always go, or you can take me to your home. Whichever you choose, remember there is just one rule which Sue has imposed, (although it didn't take much imposing on me), and that is that I shall obey your every whim, with no holds barred. Whatever you want me to do I shall comply, no matter how obscene or degrading it might appear to anyone else. I owe this to Sue for the times she has kept guard at the office when Liam and I are feeling fruity. Many is the time we have stripped each other off whilst Sue stands at the door and watches for anyone coming, although she always watches Liam and me when we are coming!" she punned.

"So if you have any fantasies which you have not yet confessed to Sue, tonight is the time when they will become reality. I don't think that the perversion has been invented yet that Liam and I haven't already tried, and Sue has watched us perform many of them whilst keeping guard, so don't hold back for fear of offending me or upsetting Sue! She knew what she was doing when she made me your anniversary present!"



Happy 10th Anniversary, Darling



Happy 10th Anniversary Darling

On the morning of our 10th anniversary I gave my wife, Sue, her present. She promptly opened it to find, as she had suspected, a set of exotic lingerie - black lace hold-up stockings, a tiny peephole bra, and a minute lace micro-thong which might just cover the vital parts if she did not move, in which case the miniscule garment could almost disappear inside!

Obviously her reply was a very sexy kiss, and she laughingly told me that she would wear these all day except for this evening when she knew I had already booked a table at our favourite restaurant. "As usual I don't intend wearing anything at all under my dress," she chuckled. "I have never done so for any anniversary and I don't intend doing so at all future ones!"

She then went on to tell me that she was reserving her present to me until after the meal. "I have a surprise for you, something you have dreamed about but have never had as far as I am aware. But I know you will enjoy it," she explained mysteriously.

So off I went to work, knowing that as it was a Friday we could really enjoy ourselves tonight with no thoughts of having to be at work tomorrow.

I was home before Sue as a rule, but tonight she had beaten me to it, explaining that a colleague of hers had promised to finish her work for her as it was a special occasion.

She went upstairs for her bath and I saw to various little things around the house until it was my turn for the bathroom. We have always played a little game about this, that on our anniversaries neither of us saw the other partner undressed until after the meal. For the meal itself Sue would be dressed with nothing at all underneath, although last year she did put on a pair of self-supporting fishnet stockings. I, too, would wear just an open-necked shirt and a pair of thin cotton trousers with no underclothing either. After the meal we would have a short drive out into the country and find somewhere private and secluded and make love outside the car, or inside should the weather be against us. 

And so I did not see Sue until it was time to go, when I called her and saw her mode of dress for the first time.

"Like it?" she asked me. "I bought these today." 

'These' were an outrageously see-through white chiffon top and a pleated micro-skirt which came, I would guess, to no more than an inch below her crutch! But when she gave a twirl the pleats allowed the skirt to billow out and nothing was hidden at all!

I moved towards her to be told to "Wait - touch me AFTER the meal - that's the ritual!" she laughed.

I joined in and told her that she had never looked so ravishing before, and that I was really looking forward to "my real dessert - not that restaurant apology for dessert!"

I gallantly opened the car door for her and courteously allowed her to climb into the passenger seat, as she wickedly made no effort to cover herself from my lecherous stare. After all, there was no way that she could possibly hide anything in that diminutive skirt, and I found myself hoping that there might be someone else around in the car park when I opened the door for her again!

However, I held myself in restraint driving there and also when I opened the door for her once more, a little disappointed that we were alone in the car park at the time.

I had booked a corner table, and allowed Sue to sit so that her back was to the rest of the room. That meant that no-one, (except the waiter, of course,) would realise her state of dress, or rather, undress!

The waiter arrived to take our order, and I noticed that Sue was sitting with her napkin positioned over her thighs in such a way that the actual length of the skirt was hidden from his view. But that did not stop him from ogling her visibly displayed breasts, and Sue actually looked up at him and smiled as if to encourage him as she leaned slightly back at the same time, causing her breasts to protrude more prominently and her nipples to appear to be trying to force their way through the material.

As soon as he had gone she grinned at me, then deliberately unfastened the next two buttons of the already gaping top. This meant that when the waiter next appeared he was able to see more of her naked breasts with even less hindrance that previously! And she made sure he 

did by once more leaning back and breathing in deeply!

We certainly enjoyed that meal, and I was even more excited when we came to the dessert course and a waitress appeared with the sweet trolley.

Although Sue had never shown any signs of desiring another woman before when the waitress went through her descriptions of the sweets on offer Sue stood up and dropped her napkin onto the table whilst she made a point of bending over the trolley so that her scarcely confined breasts almost fell out of her top! And then, having chosen, she sat down again making no effort to hide the brevity of her skirt which unsurprisingly was now clearly displaying the puffy lips of her smoothly shaven pussy!

To give her full due, however, the waitress was in full control of herself, and although she gave an obvious and lingering stare at Sue's display she showed no signs of either approval or disapproval, but continued to serve quite normally.

When she returned later to clear away the empty dishes, though, she did say, "If you would like your coffee in the lounge I can serve you there, and the seating is much cosier and intimate."

We did as she had suggested and found that the lounge, which seemed to be new from our previous visits, was indeed equipped with plush seating with both easy chairs and settees. 

Sue chose an easy chair, and as she flopped backwards into it she was unable to control her skirt riding up to reveal her enticing pussy lips once again. But as we seemed to be the only people in the lounge she remained nonchalantly showing all she normally kept hidden, even when the waitress re-appeared with our coffee. This time, though, the waitress made no effort to be discreet and openly stared quite noticeably at Sue's exposure. But Sue, not normally so blatant, seemed oblivious to her display.

Just then there came an interruption as another couple came into the lounge. 

They looked across at Sue, momentarily making as if to cover herself up, resumed her position other than to wave a hand and say, "Hi! Liam and Fran! Nice to see you here!"

I was a little taken aback at this interruption, not having a clue as to who these two were.

Then Sue said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I must introduce you all. This is Steve, my husband, and these are Liam and his fiancée Fran, two of my work colleagues." Then to me she added, "They were the ones who took over my work this afternoon to let me get away early because it was our anniversary." And then to them she said, "Come and join us - bring two chairs up and we can have a foursome!"

But to my astonishment she was making no move whatsoever to cover up her 

indecency, and both of them could see as much as I could!

I did notice that Fran, like Sue, was wearing an extremely short skirt, but nothing like as short as Sue's, which must be said was positively obscene!

As they sat down Liam made no effort to conceal the fact that he was looking straight at Sue's exposed pussy lips, but nor did Sue try to hide them, either, evoking a strong feeling of excitement in me which I never experienced before. In fact, I was wishing that she would show more, although to show more than she was already doing would have meant a deliberate act of either hitching her micro-skirt higher or parting her legs.

But I suddenly became aware of Liam speaking to me. "Steve," he was saying, "Sue and I are going to disappear for a short while - to do with your anniversary present from her. OK?"

He chivalrously held out his hand towards Sue to help her up, and to my immense delight she actually did part her knees momentarily as she slid forwards and up into a standing position! It was obvious, too, how wet she had become there as her parted lips glistened with her juice, and she left an obviously wet patch on the leather upholstery.

Sue and Liam disappeared round the corner, Liam acting as if Sue were his fiancée by the way his hand was now behind her waist and actually with the tips of his fingers inserted down the back of her diminutive skirt!

But any thoughts I was beginning to harbour in that direction were overshadowed when Fran turned to me and said, "Actually, I am your anniversary present from Sue! We arranged this meeting some time ago, the idea being that I am to be yours for the entire night, or even longer should you wish. And, like Sue, I shave my pussy and am not wearing any knickers or anything else at all under this dress. Liam has paid for both meals as his contribution towards your present, so there is nothing to be settled other than where you are going to take me. We can go to your usual nookie spot where Sue says you always go, or you can take me to your home. Whichever you choose, remember there is just one rule which Sue has imposed, (although it didn't take much imposing on me), and that is that I shall obey your every whim, with no holds barred. Whatever you want me to do I shall comply, no matter how obscene or degrading it might appear to anyone else. I owe this to Sue for the times she has kept guard at the office when Liam and I are feeling fruity. Many is the time we have stripped each other off whilst Sue stands at the door and watches for anyone coming, although she always watches Liam and me when we are coming!" she punned.

"So if you have any fantasies which you have not yet confessed to Sue, tonight is the time when they will become reality. I don't think that the perversion has been invented yet that Liam and I haven't already tried, and Sue has watched us perform many of them whilst keeping guard, so don't hold back for fear of offending me or upsetting Sue! She knew what she was doing when she made me your anniversary present!"

Happy 10th Anniversary, Darling – 2

I was a little stunned by this statement from Fran, but at the same time I was excited. Sue and I had often fantasised about swapping partners, but never until now with anything more than just in our imaginations. And then the thought that Sue had gone off with Liam! These thoughts raced through my mind, but so quickly that there seemed no pause between Fran’s words and my reply,

“Great!” I answered. “But what if Sue is there when we get to my house!”

“She won’t be,” came the answer. “She is staying the night at my house, and Liam is keeping her company!”

The implications of this shot through my mind, and the thoughts of Liam and Sue together only helped to increase my horniness. 

“She’ll be all right,” laughed Fran. “She, Liam and I all work together in the one office as you have just learned, and we are all three close and intimate friends. I said that Liam and I have tried every perversion we have ever known about, and that Sue has watched us. Well, actually, she has also joined in once or twice. For instance, she has already sucked Liam off on more than one occasion whilst I was sitting on his face, and she has actually sucked me off whilst I have been sucking Liam and he has been sucking her out.”

By now we had reached the car park and I was even more eager to take Fran home for the night. When I reached the car, though there was another couple just abut to get into theirs and after Fran’s confessions I was not surprised when she deliberately made a noise as she was about to get into the passenger seat, briefly attracting their attention, and then just as purposefully unfastened the bottom three buttons of her skirt so that she could sit down on the seat in such a way that her skirt was almost to her waist, and due to the lighting of the car park her pussy was openly displayed!

When we drove off, though, she demurely pulled down her skirt, smiling at me as she told me that she did not want to distract my attention whilst driving.

But she did continue to tell me more about the three of them in the office.

“Yes,” she said. “The fact that we are almost isolated in our office means that we are unlikely to get caught out when we have our sex-breaks, as we call them. In fact, that happens two or three times a week, according to circumstances or according to how the conversations go. For instance, there was this morning when Sue told us about your anniversary present to her. She not only described them but she stripped off to show us how tiny the g-string was and how the peephole bra actually stimulated her nipples. She then told us she intended buying the tiniest skirt she could find for tonight, and I notice that she must have found one.”

“That was when Liam suggested she went home early so that she could look for the skirt, after making her promise that she would also wear it to work some time, even though he knew that he would see her in it tonight. And without it, as you can probably guess! Although he has seen her stark naked before in the office on many an occasion.”

“Yes, we have had some adventures in our office in the past,” she again said.

I interrupted her chain, though, when I thought I had better query and confirm her promise of earlier.

“I gather, then, that you have tried all kinds of perversions in the past, then?” I was getting very worked up by this conversation, and was eagerly looking forward to getting home for a night of uncontrolled sex and lust.

“We all three have,” she laughed. “Or at least Liam and I have, and Sue has joined in some of them. For instance, when Liam wanted to try anal on me Sue kept watch but was fingering her own arse all the time. But when I pissed all over Liam she helped me put down the polythene and then helped me mop up the mess afterwards. Then when I did it straight into his mouth she asked if I could do it into hers. She drank it all down, just like she did with Liam’s afterwards, and just like we both did when she pissed on our faces!”

“But she has always drawn the line at letting Liam fuck her. She has always insisted that both her holes are yours alone until such time as you can be persuaded to lead the way by fucking someone else. Which is the real reason for tonight’s venture. She has promised Liam access to both her holes tonight knowing that you will access both of mine!”

“And anything else I feel like doing?” I asked, as my cock seemed to stretch even more than it usually did when I talked sex with Sue.

“What? Like pissing on me?” she laughed. “That’s OK as long as you put your prick in my mouth whilst you are pissing. I want to swallow it! But don’t talk about that any more, please! Liam and I have been drinking champagne all evening and I am dying to pee right now. I’m only holding it for you.”

By now we had reached my house, and we hurriedly left the car in the drive whilst I fumbled for my door key, Fran visibly squirming and pressing her hand to her groin beneath her skirt as she attempted to control her flow.

As soon as the door was opened I ran upstairs, shedding my sparse clothing as I did so, to find that Fran had also shed her shoes and mini-dress. Leading the way into the bathroom I flung myself on my back in the bath and Fran scrambled to position herself above me as she arched forwards, both hands spreading her cunt lips in order to direct the stream. “Come on!” I shouted as I opened my mouth to its fullest extent just as the first splashes came out of her piss-hole, drenching my face until she was able to squat closer and direct the torrent right into my eager mouth.

Her flood seemed never-ending, but was being avidly received. Sue and I had talked about this, and she had promised to think about it sometime, but we had never actually tried it. Now I was having one of my life-long ambitions realised.

The came a sudden squirm from Fran as she managed to keep her pussy in position, still gushing out its torrent, but twisting herself round so that she was able to clamp her mouth over my throbbing dick.

This last feat was enough to send me over the top, and I was unable to control myself further as I began to erupt into her mouth. I do not remember producing as much spunk as I seemed to on this occasion, but just as my mouth was filled to overflowing as I swallowed as much as I could, so was Fran copying as spurt after spurt spewed out.

But eventually we both finished, for the time being, at least, and now she twisted again so that we lay side by side. As our lips met I tasted my own spunk in her mouth just as she must have been tasting her own pee in mine.

“That was just starters, darling,” she said. “As soon as you can recover I shall want fucking – in my cunt and in my arse. I want to go home sore. I want to go home and boast to Liam how filled I am and how much of a slut I have been. And I shall want Sue to know as well. After all, she has promised Liam that tonight he can be the first man to fuck her up her arse.”

“So, if you are willing, I am going to suggest that we go out again. I know it is late, but for what I have in mind the night is just beginning. Liam and I belong to a private sex club. Sue knows about it from what we have told her at work, but obviously she has never been, although I feel that Liam will probably ask her to go there tonight as his guest. In this club anything goes, and I really mean anything, like I promised you earlier tonight – the same kind of anything. “

“Shall we go?” she asked.

When I agreed she told me to dress again like I had done earlier, but said that she could have done with something a little sexier than the dress she had been wearing and wondered if she should call at her house to change.

“But just in case Sue and Liam are there perhaps you had better not,” I argued. Then I had a thought. Why not let her wear the outfit I had bought Sue for our anniversary, and which Sue had worn to work.

Immediately I suggested that she whooped and flung her arms round me. “Great idea!” she cried, “especially if the g-string still has Sue’s juice on it!” 



Happy 18th Birthday



I came in from my run around 8. It was 88 degrees out, pretty cool for a Texas August, but still hot enough to get me sweating after my daily jog.

I plugged my phone into my radio, high energy Chopin beginning to pour out of the speakers.

'Ah,' I thought, pulling my sweat drenched clothes off. 'Nothing beats starting the day with classical music.'

I took my shower, fingering myself to climax in the warm stream. I turned down the water, spending an extra few minutes just to cool off.

I got out of my shower, freshly pleasured and clean, and went straight to my favorite spot to lounge around naked; my living room.

I checked my email and social media, spammed out with 'Happy 18th!' messages, then just let my music play as I grabbed a book, lay back, and prepared to do nothing all day...

The sound of keys rattling in the lock woke me up. 'Damn, I fell asleep on the couch again,' I thought as I stood to race to my room to dress. But I was too late.

My track coach, Ryan Dbo, stood in my doorway. 'Dammit!' I thought. I had given him keys to my house because I would fall asleep on the way back from meets, and it's not easy to wake me up. Coach Dbo could just take me home and bring me in with a key.

Instead of running to my room like I had planned, I just stood there, completely naked, watching my coach, older than me by a good 16 years, look me up and down, over and over. I finally came to my senses and grabbed the throw blanket on the sofa, wrapping it around me. That seemed to pull Ryan out of his daze. He looked away, a soft blush crawling across his face. It just made the man even more attractive to me, and I could feel myself getting hot.

"Um, Riley, I just, uh, I just wanted to come over to wish you a happy birthday," he stammered, obviously flustered and seemingly unaware of the ever growing bulge in his pants, which only made me even hotter. "So, how, um, how old are you now?"

"Oh, I turned 18 today," I sighed, still awfully sleepy.

"18, really?" The bulge grew more. He saw me staring and moved his hands down to cover it (rather unsuccessfully, I might add).

"Yeah. I actually just woke up from my nap. So if you'll excuse me, I'll go put, um, something on," I said as I backed out of the room to the hall.

I reached the hall and, once out of sight from the living room, I turned and dashed up to my room. I left the door open, part of me wanting Ryan to follow me, another part praying he wouldn't.

I didn't hear anything, so I assumed my coach didn't follow me. He had me so turned on, I wasn't sure I could have a conversation with him for very long without him noticing it. I lied down on my bed, legs just dangling off the edge. I started playing with my tits, and slowly trailed one hand down to my nether region. I rubbed my clit and slowly put one, then two fingers into my wet pussy. I slowly fingered myself, building up speed slowly. I let out a soft moan as I hit my g-spot.

"God damn, that's so hot," I heard from the hall. With a gasp, I sat up, my head whipping to the direction of the door. I saw Ryan there, his dick in hand, walking into the room.

He saw me staring at his dick, and he smiled a little bit. "Come over here, Riley. Come here like the good little girl you are."

I sat there for minute, transfixed by his huge dick. When he called me again, I slowly got up and walked over to him, his crystal blue gaze holding mine.

Ryan pulled me close to him, his hard cock pressed against my stomach. He bent down slowly to whisper in my ear. "Riley, dear, sweet, innocent Riley. If you wanted my hard, 10 inches inside of you, all you had to do was ask." With that, I felt his tongue on my ear lobe, then felt it travel down my jaw to my neck, then my collarbone to my supple tits. One hand was still pressing me against him, against his throbbing member, while the other had joined his mouth at my chest.

Ryan began to suck on my nipples, making them harder than before. The hand on my back began making little circles on the small of my back, sending a shudder through me.

Slowly, the hand caressing my tits moved down to my clit. I felt his fingers tease my clit, rubbing it again and again, up and down, making little circles with them. I felt myself moan again, not able to contain it.

Ryan's hands went from where they were, to my thighs. He kissed his way to my lips, then lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the kiss, and he carried me over to my bed. He lay me down on the edge, then started to undo his jeans, taking out his full 10 inches. He bent down to give me another kiss, this one rough with desire, his cock stroking my opening. His tongue pressed against my mouth, and I met it with mine. We made out, me laying back, him on top of me, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy, for quite some time before I felt his fingers at my pussy. I gasped when he slipped a finger inside me. He moved it around, feeling my walls. "Damn, Riley. You're so fucking tight," he moaned into my lips. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin?"

I smiled a little. "Yeah, I've never been with a man before."

I felt him smile, and his eyes looked a little mischievous. "You won't be able to say that anymore, will you, Riley?"

I replied with a moan as I felt his dick start to penetrate my opening. He went in slowly, so he wouldn't hurt me, all the while keeping his lips on mine. When he was all the way in, he slowly withdrew, all ten inches of him coming out before he went back in, faster this time. Before long, he was fucking me fast and hard.

I was breathing harder than I had during any track meet when he stopped and pulled out. He broke the kiss then roled me over onto my stomach. 

"Get on your hands and knees, Riley girl. Yes. Just like that." I felt his strong hands on my ass. Then his tongue was on my clit. He drew lazy circles around it, making me moan with pleasure. Ryan moved his tongue to my pussy, tongue fucking me to the most amazing climax I had ever had. My coach lapped up my juices, then put his cock at my opening. I moaned when his head started rubbing up and down my clit and pussy.

Quickly and without warning, Ryan shoved his full ten inches in me. I cried from the suddenness of it. He kept ramming me from behind, ignoring my cries that were half pleasure, half pain. He fucked me until he came, shooting his huge load into my no longer virgin pussy. He pulled out, his seed dripping from my hole.

"Riley, sit up," he told me. I obeyed, turning to face him as I did. "Sweet little Riley, I need to know what you'd do for me, to please me."

"Coach Dbo,"

"Riley, I think we are far past the point of such formality. When it's just us like this, and this won't be the last time this happens, you'll call me Ryan. Alright, sweetie? "

"Yes, Coach, I mean, Ryan."

"Good. Now what would you do to please me?"

"I'd do absolutely anything if it make you happy," I breathed, still recovering from what just happened. 

"Anything, huh? Riley, sweetie, I want you to suck the cum out of my cock."

He took my face in his and gave me a sex filled kiss, rough and forceful as he stood up and pulled me off the bed. He pushed me to my knees in front of him, his huge cock right in front of my face now. 

I took it in my hands and stroked it before putting it in my mouth. I took as much of it in as I could without choking, bobbing my head up and down. 

I felt Ryan's hands on the back of my head, pushing me closer and his cock farther into my mouth. "You've got to take it all in, Riley. Every last inch." I sucked and bobbed until my coach pulled me up. He shoved me back onto my bed, then released his load all over me.

Ryan picked me up, bride style, and carried me down the hall to the bathroom. He sat me on the counter, then went and turned the water in shower on. He came back and started to suck my tits again. He came up and gave me a long hard kiss. He lifted me up, again wrapping my legs around his waist, and walked over to the shower. The water fell over us as we had a make out session. Then he pushed me against the wall and fucked me again. The water kept washing over us as he rimmed his hard dick onto my pussy again and again. I was moaning and screaming in ecstasy as I came again.

Ryan stopped and pulled me to him, his cock against my pussy. He kissed me again and again, then trailed his kisses down my neck to my tits. He sucked and bit them, my moans becoming louder and louder as he did. Then he laid me down in the tub, a small bit of warm water in the bottom, the shower still running. He stuck his dick into my hole again, and moved in and out slowly. He leaned down and gave me kiss after kiss, never slowing or speeding his thrusts. 

"Oh god, Ryan. I'm going to cum again," I moaned against his lips. 

"That's just what I was wanting," was his reply. He started to pick up speed, going faster and faster until we came, moans filling the bathroom. 

We lay there for a minute, panting from our endeavors. Ryan gave me another kiss before turning off the water in the shower. He picked me up and carried me back to my room. We lay next to each other I bed, just kissing for a while. I fell asleep at some point and when I woke up, Ryan was gone. In his place there was a note. 

'I'll see you at practice tomorrow, Riley. I'll pick you up and take you home. -Ryan Dbo'



Happy 18th Birthday



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Happy 18th Birthday Alyssa



I married at an early age. I was sixteen and my girlfriend was 17. She had fallen pregnant a few months earlier so I felt obliged to tie the knot!!

I was in a full time job after school and earning a large sum of money each week so I was earning enough to feed a family.

6 months after we were married my wife gave birth to our first daughter Emily. We became closer and two years later she gave birth to our second Alyssa.

18 years later

It was Alyssa's 18th birthday unfortunately Emily was at university and My wife was away on a business trip until the end of the week. They had left there presents with me so that I could give them to her on the day but it just wasn't the same.

I had arranged for a great day out for Alyssa once Her mother and Emily came back. This way she could still have a really great day. It would just be a week later.

I woke Alyssa up the same way I did every birthday. I went down stairs made her a cooked breakfast and woke her with a smile, kiss and a full English breakfast. She pushed the sheets back so she couldn't get any food on her bed-spread.

Alyssa was about the same height as me, 5'11" with long light brown hair and blue eyes. Her body was amazing, large chest (Don't ask me the actual size) flat stomach and an ass to die for!!

It was summer and she had been sleeping in just a large T-shirt that just about covered her knees. I could just about make out the shape of her nipples through the fabric as she arranged herself so that she was sat upright with her legs crossed on the bed.

"So what do ya want to do today birthday girl" I said "I was thinking maybe we could open your presents now and later on we could go to the pub and have lunch...and I'll be able to buy you your first legal pint!!

Alyssa smiled and kissed me before opening her first present.

I'd bought her a gold necklace; similar to the one I bought for my wife a few years before. She seemed thrilled and couldn't wait to put it on. She leaned forward and let me fasten it for her. Taking a quick look down her top just about

Making out her breasts as I fastened the necklace for her.

"I'll never take if off" she said "it's amazing". She then opened her second present. I top and jeans she had been looking at in a shop a week earlier when we had been to town together looking for some clothes for her friend's party. The top was a ripped effect T-shirt that showed off her belly and just enough of her chest to get your attention.

The jeans where tight fitting and flared at the bottom. She was an Indie chick; she listened to all the same

Music that I did and dressed like Jenny, my wife, did when we first started going out!!

Alyssa opened her last present from me, a DVD player with a DVD, she was thrilled again, "You've spent so much dad" she said..."Your my special little girl you deserve it" I said. She leaned over and kissed me

"Can we watch the DVD once we've been to the pub" she said as she hugged me. I agreed and left the room so she could get ready and eat her breakfast.

She had decided to leave her mum's and sisters presents until they could see her open them so I returned them to my room and went down stairs to set Alyssa's DVD player up.

After about half an hour Alyssa came down stairs with her birthday suit on. God she looked amazing!! The tight top showed off her stomach and chest while her jeans held her butt firmly in eyes view when she turned around.

Once I'd finished staring and my eyes met hers she smiled..."You know what would set that whole suit off" I said

"A belly button piercing!! Your mum can't disagree now your 18.... what do ya think??"

Once she'd finished smiling she nodded and asked me when she could have it done. I took her by her hand "your carriage awaits"

And guided her to the car.

The local piercing shop was only a 10-minute drive away from our house. I'd known the owner since the place had opened and she had 

Told me that I could have a half price reduction if I tried to get her more business. I had definitely completed my side of the agreement

I had been advertising the place with posters and telling everyone how nice and clean the place was.

When we arrived the owner, Susan, was pleased to see us "hey babe...hey Alyssa it's your birthday today isn't it??" Alyssa nodded and smiled

"Ok what can I do for ya??" I told her that Alyssa wanted a nice belly button piercing for her 18th.

She set to work straight away, making Alyssa feel really comfortable. I held her hand during the whole thing just to give her a little moral support; she'd never had anything pierced and so was quite afraid of the gun and stuff!!

Alyssa picked out two studs for her belly button. I paid Susan half the usual price getting the extra studs for free because she enjoyed piercing "such a firm and beautiful stomach".

We made our way to the pub, Alyssa thanking me constantly throughout the meal for her wonderful presents.

We'd stayed at the pub much longer than I expected Alyssa was reasonably drunk, I found out she'd never touched alcohol before that day which was a

Surprise for me.

We finally got home. And began to watch the DVD I had bought her for her birthday. She curled up next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder and 

Holding my arm.

As we watched the movie I couldn't help but look down her top a few times, she was so sexy in those clothes. My daughter the total opposite of my 

Eldest daughter who was the local bike!! And had brought more boyfriends than I can remember back home before she was even 18!!

Alyssa was different; she'd never had a b/f she was always to shy and self-conscious.

I was really horny at this point. I managed to loosen my arm from Alyssa's grip so that I could place it around her holding her closer.

I also noticed her playing with her piercing a lot.

As the film finished I took our glasses through to the kitchen and the bottle of wine, now empty.

I walked back through and sat back down next to her. "thanks again Dad!!, today was wonderful! My best birthday yet!!"

She then leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. However I turned to say something as she did, our lips met I took advantage of the situation

And opened my mouth. Her tongue slipped in as our kiss lingered.

I was so horny now it was unbelievable. "I wanted to do that all day" she said. She then stood up and walked out of the room smiling.

I went to bed horny as fuck. I couldn't masturbate, my daughter was next door, and besides if she wanted to take it further I wanted as much cum inside my balls as possible.

I lay there for about 1hr. Images of her kissing me where flooding back. 

I couldn't withhold any longer. I crept out of my room and made my way into Alyssa's room. She was lying onto of her sheets still awake wearing only her panties and bra

Caressing her newly pierced belly button. I walked over and touched her hand. Her eyes met mine "Hi Dad, I was hoping you'd call by!!"

I lay down next to her caressing her stomach and kissed her again. "You know I've fancied you for ages!"

"I always thought you fancied Emily!" she said I smiled and kissed her again this time my hand leaving her stomach and slipping into her panties

"MMmmmm that feels really good daddy" my fingers slipped into her tight wet pussy, as my tongue explored her mouth.

I removed her panties, kissing her one last time; I crawled down her body kissing every inch of her as I did. Once I made it to her pussy I stopped

Taking in the beauty with my eyes. I began by kissing softly then my tongue parted her lips slightly her juices tasted so nice it was unbelievable.

As I licked, kissed and sucked I could hear her moan, begging me to fuck her. As her juices dripped down my chin she began to cum. Her body shaking in response to her first orgasm, she held my face firmly against her pussy.

I managed to control myself for a short while, enjoying the taste of her virgin pussy, but I eventually gave in to her.

I stood up and let her see my erect penis. She gave it a suck and then smiled begging me to stick it in her virgin pussy..

I obliged and began to slowly ease my penis in, her moans became moans of pain, I slowed down easing it in slower to let her pussy expand at it's own speed.

Once all 7" where inside her I leaned forward to kiss her then began to pump my cock in and out. She smiled an awkward smile and began to caress my chest.

As I pumped away she got into it more, I rolled her on top of me so that she could control how fast and how far my cock went into her.

She rode me better than my wife ever had. I'd only really had sex with a few women having married so early and Alyssa was definitely the best.

As I could feel myself Cumming she climbed off me and took my cock into her mouth letting cum spray all over her face and breasts, she was loving every minute.

I leaned forward to kiss her; her tongue darted into my mouth. We both collapsed with exhaustion and fell asleep..... to be Cont.



Happy 18th Birthday, Baby!



Yeah baby today you're 18 and you're gonna become a woman! Haha! You just don't know how much! I'm taking that cherry on your cake, baby and poppin it in my mouth! Yes baby, you get the meaning? I'll be taking your virginity tonight and you don't know just yet.

Just have your fun right now. Blow your candles, laugh with your friends. Be a little girl for the last time, baby because tonight I'll turn you into a woman! Yeah just wait till the last guests go home. Just wait till your parents are gone. Just wait till the lights are dim baby, and the music gets soft. Wait till my arms are wrapped around you, and start caressing you. Wait till my lips lick your lips, and my tongue comes inside your gaping mouth. My tongue will go deep inside baby. I'll touch your throat and bo back and forth. And you'll start getting hot baby. My hands'll just caress your boobs like they did so many times. But this time they'll be looking for something else, baby! My hands will go down and up your dress, baby and they won't be the only ones with the fun tonight, just wait and see. You think it's like usual but deep down inside you know you ready for more. You always knew it, you've been waiting for that moment and you want it hard, baby, as hard and far deep as your pussy goes! And baby tonight's the night you're gonna know just how far it goes, yeah!

My hands will be searching for you baby and they know where to look. Your eyes, opening and closing, you'll think "oh he's just gonna finger me". Haha you know so little! Sure enough my fingers will be caressing your slit, back and forth, smooth and gentle. They be caressing you softly and gently from your front to your ass and back again. Oh yeah you'll be starting to squirm a bit baby! It's just the beginning you know. I lie you down gently on the futon and deep kiss you all the while, baby! My fingers wll find your clit and work it out and your legs will start to quiver and shake, but my fingers won't stop! That'll be their signal to go inside you baby, you know the drill! One finger wiggling inside your pussy and scouting it out, the other still caressing you outside. It'll be so smooth inside your pussy baby and you'll be starting to get wet, haha! Meanwhile my other hand will pull up your halter top baby! Yeah you naked underneath. Your nipples will get hard and erect, baby, yeah, just like my cock!

I'll be sucking at your nipples while my fingers go in harder and stronger! The way is open for pleasure baby! My 2 fingers will go in and out, over and over, faster and faster, baby. Your pussy will be quivering now and your cum pouring out. Oh yeah baby! Thats the way I like it! Uh huh! You'll be moaning and moving around and you'll be hiding your face with your arm I know! But I'll move them away, so I can see how you react and you need to see what happens next. Hoho! Yeah I'll be pulling out my rock hard cock, fast as a gun! Oh yeah baby, your eyes will get wide! Yeah because now you know whats in store for you baby! It won't be like any other night yeah! Tonight's the night you'll get the real meaning of things, baby!

Yeah baby here's my cock up and ready real close to your pussy! Your slit is wet, wet with cumming and waiting and wanting! One quick jerk and yeah its, in! Whats it baby? Yeah you like it! You scared but you like it and you want it! You screaming baby just a little bit. Just a little sharp pain baby that rips you a bit! Thats the price to be real woman, baby and you know it! Your inside feels my huge cock going in, pounding its way in,oh yeah! No mercy from my cock baby he don't know the meaning! He just keeps going in, pounding it in as far as he can! Yeah baby bang bang bang bang all the way in, baby. Your legs are spread away on each side of you, like wings, baby! They flap away into the air, holding up, no time to rest, they got the rythm of my pounding baby! Fly away baby, fly high, as hisgh as you can, because your time is coming! I see your face when that happens! You're reaching out, pushing away, pulling me in, deeper and deeper, baby! Your cum is squirting all over my cock, baby! Your screams turn to moans, your moans turn to pleas: more, more, hard, hard, yes, yes, oh, oh! ah! ah! ah! aaah! yeah baby! I know you like it! And my cock is still fucking you baby, all the way far and deep. You never knew about my cock, baby! You saw it, but had no clue, baby what it could do!

Oh yeah my cock is swelling baby! Its gonna burst out any moment now! I keep pounding, you keep moaning, but you know it, its gonna come! Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeaaaaaaahh, baby!!! My cum is gushing out all inside you! Full speed, full force, I can't stop it, you can't stop it! It's spraying your whole inside baby, covering everything you got! You feel it, I feel it, baby! You got it, baby! You've been fucked all the way! You've been dicked as far it could go, baby, yeah! You're all covered with cum, deep inside you, baby! You screamed and moaned and screamed again! Now you know the meaning, baby! 

Congratulations, baby! You're a real woman now!!! Yeah! 

Oh yeah baby! That's what will happen tonight, I promise. That's the present I have for you tonight! Happy 18th Birthday, baby! That candy cherry sure tastes good, baby and I'm still looking at you!



Happy 18th Birthday, Linda



I had just turned off the shower when I heard the neighbor brat, Linda, out in our driveway yelling my name. "Chip, Chip, I know you're in there, so answer me." I reached for the towel and, as I finished drying myself, I heard Linda's footsteps pounding up the stairs. Moments later, she burst into the bathroom, where I stood naked holding a towel in front of my genitals. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Lin, coming into my bathroom?" 

"I'm tired of waiting, Chip. You haven't seemed the least bit interested, but I am.. I'm 18 years old today, and for the past six months I've been more and more intrigued by the bulge in your pants. I want to see your thing . I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

Now, I'm no innocent 20-year-old, but I was flabbergasted. I'd known Linda all her life; even knew she'd had her hymen slit by a gynecologist following her first period. I'd heard her mom and my mom discussing it, but thought nothing of it, for Linda was only eleven at the time.

"What d'ya mean you're eighteen and will show me yours if I'll show you mine?"

"C'mon, Chip, don't act dumb. I'll show you my cunt if you'll show me your prick." With that, she raised her skirt. God Almighty, this wasn't the bratty kid next door I was looking at. This was a damned gorgeous woman. Hips curved just right. A navel to dip your tongue in. Shapely legs that seemed to be a mile long. And a curly-haired crotch begging to be touched, licked, screwed or just looked at.

"There. Now you've seen mine, so show me yours. Except for pictures in my dad's magazines, I've never seen a prick." She came toward me with a gleam in her eyes, took the towel from my hand and stared at my cock. "May I touch it?" she asked. "I'll let you touch mine."

"Sure," I agreed in amazement. The moment she touched me my hard-on grew. "Chip, am I giving you a hard-on?" 

"You sure as hell are."

"Does this feel good?" she asked as she moved her hand up and down around my cock. 

"You've made me so horny that you'll soon have me coming all over your hand. Now that you've seen me naked, when do I get to see you that way?"

With that, Linda removed her skirt, then her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. I had never even thought of Linda as having breasts, and here she stood before me with the most beautiful pair of tits I could ever hope to see. They were the size of small grapefruit halves. Her pink nipples were as large as the end of my little finger. Gorgeous, luscious, totally magnificent, just made for sucking---which I hardly could wait to do.

"Let's go in my bedroom, Lin. I'm dying to suck your nipples and play with your pussy." She merely nodded as she continued to stare at my hard-on.

When we got to the bedroom, I gently lowered her onto the bed. I passionately sucked one breast, then the other, listening to her moan with pleasure. As I sucked her, I dipped my fingers into her wet cunt. She watched awe-struck as I put my pussy-wet fingers in my mouth and sucked off her juices. 

When I dipped into her and licked my fingers again, she asked "Why don't you just lick me?" She moved farther onto the bed and spread her legs. As I gazed at the glistening pussy she held open, I thought I'd come all over the place. Her cunt was so wet it was oozing. I placed my hands under her ass, lifted her and dove between her legs. She soon was moaning my name as I hungrily licked her. I stuck my tongue into her as far as it would go, then ever so gently sucked her swollen clit. She wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me closer. She came, drenching my face with her tasty juice. Her legs relaxed, but her hands held me pressed against her wet hole. I loved the taste. I eagerly finished sucking and swallowing her come.

"Oh, Chip," she sighed, "that was unbelievable. I've never come so much in my life." How often had she come, I wondered.

"Your cunt's so sweet that I want to suck it some more. This time, I want you to straddle my face so you'll come right into my mouth." When she positioned herself, I reached up to fondle those marvelous tits. I started licking and sucking. I could feel my prick throbbing, ready to release the load in my balls. Lin groaned with a shudder as her warm come poured into my mouth. Talk about heaven. I hoped her come would never stop. She collapsed on my body as I continued to lick her cunt. 

Her hand grasped my prick, then her soft lips kissed it. Then her mouth engulfed me and she u-m-med with delight as she sucked me and licked the length of my prick while it was deep inside her mouth. I ran my fingers along the crack of her ass and warned her that I was about to come. She didn't even slow down, but sucked even harder. I spurted what felt like a gallon of come which she slurped and swallowed as though she'd never tasted anything so good.

As we moved to lie beside each other, I realized that I had kissed Lin's breasts and pussy, but never her mouth. I pressed my lips to hers. We could taste each other's come as our tongues tangled. Mine explored the inside of her mouth. Hers sucked my tongue into it.

"Where in the world did you learn to kiss like that, young lady?"

"It's something I have dreamed of doing with you for years. How about you? Where'd you learn to eat pussy like you do?"

"We won't go in to that. But I'll tell you this, if they ever make all cunts taste as good as yours, they'll use yours for the sample. And while we're on the subject of eating, where did you learn to suck prick like you do?"

"It's something I fantasized about doing with you the first time I masturbated and I've always looked forward to doing it for real."

"Would you let me fuck you, Lin?"

"Yes, yes, yes. When?"

"You've sucked me so dry that I won't be able to get a good hard-on for at least an hour. My parents are going out this evening, so how about tonight?"

"I don't know if I can wait. I may have to masturbate in the meantime."

She raised onto one elbow and watched as she put her hand around my balls. I watched her face as she looked at what her hand was doing. She gazed me and said, "You have such a marvelous prick and lovable balls." Then she leaned forward and put her warm lips around my flaccid cock." She looked at me again. Then she leaned forward and put her warm lips around my cock. "Even soft, your prick feels so good in my mouth. I'd like to make you come with my hand so I could see it spurt from your prick. Then, I'd like to lap up your come and lick you clean."

"My God, Lin, I can't imagine how I failed to notice what a gorgeous and very sexy young lady you are. Watch for my parents to leave this evening, then come on over. I'll be waiting with condoms and a hard-on." When Linda saw my folks leave, she told her parents she was going to go next door and pester me for a while. Her cunt was so wet she could feel fluid running down the insides of her thighs. Her braless nipples were hard as rocks, yearning to be sucked.

I was sitting naked on my bed. She rushed across the room and knelt before me to briefly suck my hard cock. "It won't take much of that to make me come," I said. "I'd much rather fuck you if you're ready, but I want to taste your cunt before I put on a rubber and get deep inside you." I fondled her tits and lowered her onto the bed. Spreading her legs, I knelt between them and lovingly looked at her glistening snatch. 

"I've seen hundreds of pussy pictures in magazines, but your pretty pussy beats them all by far," I told her. "Your cunt lips are enticingly-swollen and protrude far enough that each of them can easily be sucked. Your slit is a pretty pink and shiny wet. The soft folds covering your clit look ready to be parted so I can lick your clit. The snug hole that's twitching to be filled by my prick is clearly defined. It looks warm and welcoming. The space between the bottom of your cunt and your asshole is a place I hardly can wait to lick. Your pubic hair is so soft and curly that I want to stroke it and bury my nose in it.

"Good Lord, Lin, I've known you all your life and suddenly I realize I haven't known a very important thing about you. Your cunt is absolute perfection. I can't believe how lucky I am that you chose me to be the first to see it and enjoy it." I leaned forward and hungrily licked all over from her asshole to her clit and back again. Then, I stuck my tongue in as far as it would reach before I gently sucked her swollen clit. She came and came in a shuddering flood of delight. 

Lin's come covered my mouth and chin as I lovingly gazed as her still-clothed body. "Shall I undress you or do you want to do it?" I asked. 

"You pull off my skirt while I take off my blouse." When she was naked, I reached to fondle her gorgeous tits and suck those big pink nipples. "I love what you're doing," she said, "but please fuck me. Now."

She watched as I unrolled a condom onto my prick. I slid a pillow under her ass and told her, "This may hurt a little at first, but we'll take it slow and easy." She raised her legs, then propped herself on her elbows so she could see my sheathed hard-on as it parted her drenched pubic hair.

"Put it all the way in, Chip." She groaned at the brief pain, then moaned in bliss as I slid into her until our pubic hair meshed. "Oh, Chip, I never dreamed that being fucked could feel so good." She tightened her vaginal muscles around my prick and bucked against me. Still raised on her elbows, she looked at me and said, "Your prick comes out all shiny wet, just the way it makes me feel deep inside." She reached down and fondled my balls. Then she came. She smiled with joy as she felt the added warmth inside her cunt as my sperm poured into the rubber.

"Tie your come inside the condom, so I can sleep with it between my legs tonight. Then lie down. I want to lick all the come off your prick and suck you again." She did. Next she put her lips on mine and kissed me tenderly.

Gazing deep into my eyes, she said, "Today I've said and heard words I never thought I would with anyone. Most people would call them crude words. I think they were the perfect words and I'm glad I said and heard them. With you, I've shared sexual pleasures I hadn't expected to experience for years, if ever." 

When I started to speak, she placed her finger across my lips and said, "Ssh, let me finish. You've always thought of me as a brat, I know, but even as a brat I've loved you as long as I can remember. 

"You've changed me from a virgin to a woman who now knows how marvelous sex can be. I love you even more for all the things we've done today and tonight. I want to do all of them and more any time you're ready. And I hope that's soon." 

She kissed me passionately. "Chip, thank you for giving me such a wonderfully happy birthday."



Happy 21st Birthday



This is my first submission, the first time anyone but me has read my work. I would like constructive feedback. I hope you enjoy. The events are fictional, but the desires and characters are based in real life.

This story contains male on male action and hint of crossdressing. If that offends you, don't read it.




It all started before I even had my first girlfriend. Somehow I got the idea stuck in my head that I wanted to be fucked by a woman with a strap-on. I honestly don't know why I thought it would be fun, but it was (almost) exclusively what I thought about when thinking about sex and as a teenage boy, sex was all I thought about. My first girlfriend was very understanding about my desire to be fucked in the ass. 

The day I turned 18, was the first time we really started to explore that aspect of our relationship. Surprisingly, the thing that stuck in my head from that night was while she was teasing me to get me horny, she held our makeshift dildo (it was one of those plastic swords from a dollar store) up to my face and got the most serious look in her eyes. Knowing what she wanted, I put the tip in my mouth and pretended to give it head for a few moments. The look on her face was one of intense satisfaction. I knew that wasn't going to be the last time I had my mouth on a stick.

I bought a strap-on kit online as soon as my first credit card arrived. Sadly, we only had a few opportunities to use it before I left for college. We lasted a little while together while I was away at school. We video chatted regularly and had as much cybersex as I could manage, made difficult by having to deal with a roommate. She admitted to me that one of her fantasies was to have a threesome with another guy and that she wanted me to help pleasure him. I resisted at first, mainly because I had just gotten off before she mentioned this. She went into further detail about what she wanted me to do and I started to get horny again. The ideas stuck with me.

That was some time ago and while I've wanted to explore those thoughts, I never have. Not until tonight, that is.

One of my friends was finally turning 21 so she was having a party to celebrate "her first drink." I think it would be appropriate to describe her now.

Kaitlyn is one of my best friend's younger sister. She's about 4 years younger than me and I've known her for nearly 10 years. She's brunette, around 5' 2" probably shorter. She's skinny, but not like a supermodel, and slightly tomboyish. When she'd gone through puberty, her boobs had gotten a huge head start on the process and were quite large compared to her frame. Though she's grown into them a bit, she's still sporting 34Ds, maybe DD. Her beautiful brown eyes hide behind glasses, giving her a look that fits her intelligence.

Basically, Kaitlyn is my idea of a perfect woman. I've fallen in love with her over the years but she thinks of me as more of a second brother so it isn't meant to be.

I suppose I should describe me as well. I'm an average guy; about 5' 8" 140lbs. Brown hair, green eyes. My dick is only 6", but quite thick. As you can tell, I'm not quite the admirer of male anatomy as that of female.

Anyways, I had known Kaitlyn's birthday was coming up, but I was surprised when she called to invite me to come to the party. An idea sprang into my mind as soon as she asked. It was so arousing I could hardly speak to let her know I'd be there. I managed with only a few stutters and immediately jacked off as soon as we hung up.

This could be my chance, I thought. I could get her to think of me differently.

I wasn't planning to take advantage of her if she got really drunk; her brother was in the Army and was very protective of her. But maybe I could get a kiss, or at most cuddle with her; just enough to get her to stop thinking of me as a brother. I wanted to be more.

And that brings us to last night. A few hours ago, I cleaned myself up as best I knew how and dressed in a nice suit, complete with a bowtie; bowties are cool. I decided I would try to play it off like I'd just gotten out of work and hadn't had a chance to change. Not really plausible, but I wanted to look sharp.

Kaitlyn's apartment seemed packed by the time I got there, but it was probably just that it was a small studio. Kaitlyn greeted me at the door.

"I'm really glad you could make it."

"I wouldn't miss this. Happy birthday," I replied. I gave her a hug then she kissed my cheek, shocking me. She was blushing when we parted. I awkwardly handed her the bottle of liquor I'd brought as her present after that, unsure what was really going on. She recovered her usual demeanor and led me inside. She went back to drinking and I got a beer for myself.

It was a standard 21st birthday party. People showed up and others left. There were lots of people there and I didn't know anyone, at least for a while. One of my other friends, Andrew, showed up a while later. This took me completely by surprise, until I saw he was escorting a girl I recognized as Kaitlyn's best friend. When I saw him, I extricated myself from the group I was pretending to talk to and made my way over to greet him. Kaitlyn had the same idea.

"Hey man. I wasn't expecting you here," I said as I got close.

Andrew looked surprised. "Dude, me neither. Let's drink."

Bailey and Kaitlyn stayed there talking as Andrew brought his booze into the kitchen. He cracked open a beer and we touched glasses. "How do you know Bailey?"

"We work together. We've been talking for a while, but she suddenly asked me out the other day. This is our second date."

"Awesome. She's a nice girl." He hasn't had the greatest luck with women in the past.

Everyone drank; Kaitlyn most of all. She was constantly smiling, which to me seemed to light up the room. She has a fantastic smile. Every so often she'd catch my eye and smile a little differently, just for an instant. She made a few attempts to spend time with me throughout the night. First she invited me to play beer pong with her; we lost. Then she pulled me over the group of people dancing to the loud music. She got close, but we didn't touch too much since I was still confused about what was going on. Her attention wondered and I remembered she was probably quite inebriated at this point.

A few more people left, then a few more. As it reached 4 a.m., the party had dwindled to Kaitlyn, Andrew, Bailey and I. As Kaitlyn closed the door on the last partier, she grinned wide. "Who's up for strip pong?"

The question took the rest of us by surprise, but after a moment's thought, we all smiled and agreed. My cock stirred at the thought.

The teams were obvious since Andrew and Bailey had been attached at the hip all night. We set it up and started the game. Andrew made the first cup and Kaitlyn volunteered to lose her socks. She almost tipped over and had to use my shoulder to balance as she removed them. I made one after that and Andrew pulled off his shirt.

The game progressed and more skin started to show. I was having a lot of trouble keeping my cock under control as we neared the end of the game. Kaitlyn and I only had our underwear on now, including her bra. Andrew was left with his boxers and Bailey was holding her hands on her breasts to cover her nipples since she was down to her panties.

I was pretty nervous, unsure where to look for most of the time. I was torn between the desire to stare at Kaitlyn in the revealing lingerie she was wearing and trying to remain a gentleman. I figured that being a gentleman had probably gone out the window when we agreed to strip pong. I turned to look at Kaitlyn. She was gorgeous. I barely contained the urge to reach out and touch her, but not before my hand had traveled through some of the space between us. She turned to look at me and our eyes met. She smiled the special smile and...

And that was when Andrew decided to bounce the ball, removing 2 of our remaining 3 cups. Kaitlyn and I looked away sheepishly and each started to remove another article. She stopped as she reached back to unclip her bra. "Let's do each other's," she said shyly.

"Pardon?" I asked, obviously having heard wrong.

In answer, she grabbed my wrists which were at my waist to pull my briefs off. She pulled them gently away from my underwear and put her own there instead. She stepped a bit closer and inched them down then stopped. She took a big breath and blew it out, cooling my rapidly flushing skin. She pulled the clothing down further, crouching as she went. She ended up with her face directly in front of my cock.

I had long since lost control of my member, which stuck out to greet her. Her face was less than a foot from my naked crotch. I was frozen in place, until she tugged my leg to get me to step out of the briefs. I did and laughed as she stood; my face was burning.

"Now me." When I didn't move, she took my wrists again and stepped closer. She stopped less than an inch from my throbbing erection, nearly touching her stomach. She pulled my arms around her back to unclip the bra. I started to move on my own, bending a bit at the waist to reach better without poking her with my cock. Doing this brought out faces close together though. She flushed in a fair imitation of my own face and I fumbled with clasp. I smelled alcohol on her breath as she waited; breathing slowly increasing the longer I worked.

Eventually I got it and slide the straps off her shoulder. Her boobs fell only a little as their weight was freed from the fabric. I let the bra fall to the floor and we locked eyes. Andrew cleared his throat to shake us from our stare.

We shook our heads and returned to the game. Kaitlyn shot first. She made it! That tied the game at 1 cup each. Bailey, perhaps turned on by Kaitlyn's and my display, offered to have Andrew remove her panties. I was too busy looking at Kaitlyn to notice how things went on the other side of the table. Kaitlyn watched them though, maybe trying not to look at me after what had happened. I stared long enough that they had to remind me that it was still my turn. I raised my arm to shoot and stopped.

I pulled Kaitlyn's arm to turn her to me. She didn't resist. I pulled her closer, driven by the need. I raised my free hand to her chin and gently lifted her face up to kiss her. Our lips met. Tentatively at first, but increasing in passion as the sexual tension that had built over the last few minutes (or years, I don't know which) broke down.

I realized then that I hadn't shot yet. I threw, not caring, just wanting my other hand to be able to touch her soft, warm skin. Her arms snaked up around my neck and mine dropped to curve of her waist.

Andrew and Bailey started groaning and laughing. I didn't really care about anything beyond the beautiful creature wrapped in my arms, but we did eventually part and see what had happened.

I had made the cup apparently. Bailey was slipping Andrew's boxers off in the same way Kaitlyn had taken mine. I casually watched as Andrew joined us in nudity. Here's where things started to get interesting.

Semi-erect, he was pushing 8 inches already. He appeared to either have much better control of himself then I managed, or his body was just unable to provide enough blood to the member while he was still standing. Bailey looked stunned; she didn't stand up, just sat there looking at his giant dong with her mouth open. I saw from the corner of my eye that Kaitlyn's jaw had dropped as well. Then I noticed that mine had as well. I quickly closed mine.

Andrew, disliking the attention, pulled Bailey up from her knees and held her hands off his cock in an attempt to maintain some decency in front of company. We were quiet for some time, until Andrew said, "Who wants to play Truth or Dare?"

The girls nodded. Bailey nodded more slowly than Kaitlyn, and still mostly looking down, grinning stupidly. We walked over to the couch and sat in front of it on the floor. Andrew started by saying "Kaitlyn, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to wear as much clothing as the rest of us."

She stood and pulled her panties off. She was clean shaven and, from my limited view of it, tight. She sat, folding her legs under herself and keeping her legs together. She looked at me. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How long have you wanted to kiss me?"

I thought for a moment, trying to remember when I first entertained the idea of a relationship with her. "4 years, give or take."

"I admire your self-control."

I turned to Bailey. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" she said excitedly.

I thought for a moment, trying to think of a good one. "I dare you to kiss Kaitlyn." Kissing her was all that was on my mind at the moment. Well, mostly kissing.

Bailey looked disappointed, obviously hoping to get physical with Andrew. She crawled on hands and knees over to Kaitlyn, who blushed. Kaitlyn looked away as Bailey got her puckered lips close. Giggling, she said, "Kiss me, woman!" Kaitlyn just laughed and pulled back. Bailey moved closer to her and pushed her backwards, trying to pin Kaitlyn. She didn't try very hard to get away and eventually let her friend kiss her. I could see their boobs touching and rubbing together. Then I noticed that Bailey was positioned between Kaitlyn's legs and was grinding forward like she was trying to fuck her. I got the impression that this wasn't the first time they had been this close.

They broke off after a minute and Bailey sat next to Andrew again. I noticed that he had enjoyed the show; his dick was much more rigid now and it looked almost 10 inches long now. Bailey looked at him and said "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Now I felt bad for doing truth...

"I dare you to shove that monster down my throat," she said almost without waiting for his answer to the question. He grinned.

"That's not up to me, that's up to your throat. You think you can handle it?"

She nodded, grinning greedily. He stood and she got to her knees in front of him. Her hand wrapped around his shaft at the base and lifted it up since it was drooping from its own weight. She put her mouth around the end and took about 4 inches in at once. She sucked on it for a while to get it wet. I felt my cock ache, envious. Not of Andrew for getting head, but of Bailey for getting to play with such a nice piece of meat. The old desire to suck a cock came back full force. I sat still though, watching intently as Bailey took more of the cock into her mouth; she was about half way down it now.

Andrew, knowing this would take some time, looked at me and asked "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Had to make up for last round.

"I dare you to wear Kaitlyn's thong." I should have expected this. This was payback for the last time we'd played ToD; I dared him to switch underwear with his girlfriend of the time. Knowing what I did now, I wondered how he'd stuffed his cock into the thong he'd had to try on.

I held out my hand towards Kaitlyn for her recently removed thong. She smiled broadly as she handed it to me. I stood and slipped it on. It fit snugly, but it did fit; my waist was only a little bigger than her own. My package, renewed to rock hard status by the sight of Andrew's dick, stick weirdly out around the small patch of fabric. Kaitlyn grinned happily at the sight of me in her thong. I sat again and asked her the question.

"Truth." Damn.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" Another attraction of mine, probably fostered from my desire to get fucked myself, was anal.

"Yes," she replied. I had mixed feelings about the answer. I was excited that she'd been, at least, willing once to do it but at the same time, disappointed that I didn't have the chance to be the first to explore her body there. And my chances seemed to be getting better and better that I'd be exploring her soon.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Oh no, you get one question." She winked. Still staring at me, she asked "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

She shifted on the ground while she thought. Suddenly she smiled. "I dare you to put on my bra too."

I got up and went to grab the bra she'd left at the table. I fumbled with it for a minute then she walked over and grabbed it from me. She showed me how she puts on bras. Secure the clasp in front of her body and turning it around before slipping her arms into the straps and adjusting. On me it didn't take too much adjusting. It felt strange, particularly since the cups of the bra were empty. She didn't mind, in fact she rewarded me with another kiss.

Andrew and Bailey were still having fun by the couch. Bailey periodically made 7 or 8 inches disappear into her mouth but she looked determined to get it all. Andrew was inclined to let her try. I asked Kaitlyn the question.

"Dare." 

Yes! I just had to say it and she'd have to suck me. I almost said it, but then closed my mouth. I didn't want to take advantage; if I did it wouldn't really be her choice to do it. "I dare you to wear my briefs."

"Oh, turnabout is fair play, I see." We returned the couch and she picked up my underwear and slipped it on. She looked odd with the baggy briefs on, but it was oddly attractive. I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. We stood there, wearing each other's undergarments, kissing for long moments. She put her hands on my waist, much as a guy would normally hold a woman, and I put my arms around her neck. We started laughing. "You look pretty hot in a thong."

"Really?"

"Really. You have the hips for it." I flushed. She put her hands on my shoulders and pressed down on them. I decided to just go with it, I was happy doing anything with her. When I was on my knees before her, face near belly, she moved her hand to my face. She caressed it. She stroked my cheek for a moment then she put her index finger on my lips. She gently wiggled her finger in between my lips, which I parted, unthinking. She straightened the finger and slowly moved it in and out of my mouth. I lost myself in the sensation. It reminded me of the times I'd sucked on the dildo I owned. I closed my eyes and started to get into the motion, moving my head back and forth on her tiny faux-penis.

After a minute, she suddenly pulled the finger from my mouth and leaned over close. She kissed me then whispered in my ear, "I thought so." I could feel her smile against my ear. "I dare you to join Bailey in sucking off Andrew." I can't remember which I felt stronger: shock that she knew my desire, pleasant surprise that she wanted me to it, or embarrassed arousal at the thought of the large cock sliding into my mouth. She moved back to look me in the face.

I was still contemplating my response and was only able to stare dumbly at her. Her deep brown eyes were serious mixed with longing. She smiled The Smile and stroked my cheek again. I nodded slowly, unable to speak the response I had waited for a long time to say. She smiled wider, pleased at my answer. She stood straight and walked over to Andrew and Bailey. I didn't move.

"Andrew, we're going to try something new here tonight," Kaitlyn said. Bailey stopped, looking up mildly confused and hoping not to lose her new favorite toy. Kaitlyn continued, "You're going to sit down and close your eyes and enjoy the blowjob you're going to get from us. No peeking. In fact..." She walked over to her closet. He looked at me; a little surprise crossed his face when he saw the bra on me. He looked concerned that I would be mad that Kaitlyn was so obviously hitting on him. I just gave him a weak smile and nodded to let him know it was ok. She returned with a blindfold. "You're going to wear this until told otherwise." He grabbed the blindfold and put it on. I knew he'd like that, he told me he enjoyed blindfolded sex. He sat in the chair the Kaitlyn brought over and waited. She whispered in Bailey's ear and I watched the expression change. Bailey beamed and looked at me.

Before sitting in front of Andrew again, Bailey ran over and kissed me full on the mouth. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to my waiting friend. She sat and pulled me down in front of the glistening cock, still slick with her spit. She grabbed the shaft again and started to suck on it. Kaitlyn sat behind me, pressing herself against my back. She said, "Now Andrew, I'm not very experienced at this, just enjoy it." She kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around my stomach, seemingly content to get as close to the show as she could.




Happy 21st Birthday



He was at full mast now, pushing 10 inches in length. It was the first hard cock I'd seen in real life besides my own. It's far more impressive when it's jutting out at your face than looking down on it.

All right, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I reached out and touched it, still hesitant. Kaitlyn dropped a hand down to my own cock and squeezed. Bailey leaned back to give me access and to watch. I was starting to get the feeling that this was a shared fantasy of the girls'. I didn't mind. Courage renewed, I leaned forward and licked the massive member. Since Bailey had spent a while getting it ready, it was already wet, which disappointed me for a split second before I got my first scent of sex from the cock. It drove me wild. I opened my mouth and took in the head.

Andrew jumped a little, catching me by surprise. I pulled off and Kaitlyn quickly said "Sorry." I guess I'd nicked him with my teeth. I stroked him a few times before I tried again. I was still amazed at how big it was. I could barely wrap my hands all the way around it. I lowered my head again and made sure my teeth wouldn't get in the way this time. I bobbed on the head, feeling the engorged head popping in and out of my lips. He let out a moan, which made me feel better. I took more of his hard flesh into my mouth and was rewarded with another moan. Confidence getting high, I decided to push myself further.

I opened my mouth wider and tried to swallow more of the shaft. I got about 5 inches of if in before my gag reflex kicked in. I backed off and swallowed hard to fight the feeling. Bailey leaned in and took over for me. Kaitlyn squeezed my dick again then started to stroke it slowly, spreading my copious precum along the length. She was still pressed against my back, nipples hard. She whispered very quietly to me "You're doing great." She nibbled my earlobe and let out a hot breath on it. My cock jumped at the sensation.

I tapped Bailey and she moved off to let me try again. I was able to deep throat my favorite toy at home, so I figured I could get at least 3/4 of this thing down and I was determined to do that. I went slower this time, taking smaller increments of the shaft at a time. I was able to get past the point that made me gagged the first time this way. I kept going, turned on by the fact that it was my spit now that covered this beautiful cock. Kaitlyn continued to stroke me the whole time, occasionally massaging my balls with her other hand. Bailey sat patiently while I sucked, playing with herself all the while.

When I thought I had a good handle on my gag reflex, I tried to take as much as I could again. I pushed my head forward and made it all the way to my hand holding the base of his shaft. I held it for just a moment then pulled back completely to catch my breath. Bailey leaned in instantly and started licking Andrew's balls, stroking the shaft.

Andrew had groaned when I deepthroated him and now said, "Damn. Are you sure you're new to this?"

To him, she replied "Yes, just gifted I guess." To me, she said, "Is this your first time?"

I smiled sheepishly, nodding. "With a real one at least; I have a dildo I practice on from time to time."

Her eyebrows shot up, she looked like she'd just remembered something. She kissed me and stood up. She motioned for me to continue and then walked off to her closet. Bailey and I switched again and I took it easier for now. It was everything I had ever wanted it to be. I touched every inch of his monster cock and even carefully sucked on his balls here and there. Bailey started to join me more often, putting 2 mouths on the dick at once. Andrew moaned every time he felt the second mouth join.

Kaitlyn returned and pressed her chest to my back again. She whispered, "I bet you can take it all." Excited by this thought, I pulled Bailey off him and removed my hand as well. I bobbed a couple times on the tip and slowly went deeper. Then starting from the tip, I slowly took more and more into my mouth. I opened my throat when the head pushed at the back of my mouth. I kept moving my head forward, wanting, no needing, to take it all.

I had to back off twice, but on the third time I pushed myself and felt my nose touch his stomach. I was surprised at this and the loss of concentration made me gag a little. I came up for air. Bailey and Kaitlyn were just staring wide eyed at me. I grinned. I needed to do that again.

I slipped him back in my mouth and pushed all the way again. I was in heaven. The smell of his musk drove me nuts. I managed to open my mouth a bit wider and stuck my tongue out. I was barely able to tickle his balls with his cock all the way in my throat, but I managed. I started seeing stars and pulled off him, breathing hard. Bailey, envious, leaned in to replace me and started trying to take it all again. I was lightheaded, but so excited that I'd done it. I leaned back on the floor and Kaitlyn immediately pounced on me, planting kisses anywhere she could.

She straddled me. I felt a strange pressure on my stomach and after regaining my breath, investigated. I pushed her up. She was wearing a strap-on, and it was a big one. She smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. Then it occurred to me that this was a strange object for her to have. I gave it a confused look and she caught on. "I'll be back in a minute," she said to no one in particular.

We stood and she guided me to the bathroom. When the door was closed, she kissed me passionately.

"What's going on?" I asked when my mouth was free. I was glad of the excuse to not use it for a few minutes.

"Well, we're having a hell of good orgy here. Haven't you noticed?"

"Oh, I noticed. How did you know I'd do that? Where did you get this thing?" I lifted the heavy dildo attached to her crotch.

"Do you like it?" she asked innocently.

I hesitated. "Well, yeah. But that doesn't make it any less suspicious that you have it."

She took a deep breath. "All right, I guess you deserve to know. Bailey and I got drunk once a while back while we were in college. We hooked up. Then we did it again. Then we started buying toys." She sighed, maybe in memory of past nights. "I saw the way you looked at Bailey as she started sucking Andrew and, I don't know. I just saw something in your eyes. I just knew you want to be in her position. Was I wrong?"

"No," I conceded. "Why'd you get this out?" Again, I indicated the dildo by grabbing it. I didn't let go so quickly this time.

"Isn't it obvious? I was going to fuck you." She said this plainly. It was kind of obvious. And it was incredibly tempting. Had we been alone and she wanted this, I would have jumped at the chance. But out there, with the others, I was nervous. I was already nervous that Andrew would find out that it was me, not Kaitlyn that had blown him so well. Would I be able to handle getting this massive thing shoved in my ass with another one going in my mouth at the same time?

Yes. Of course, it was the culmination of all my fantasies. And I had willing, eager partners to help me complete it. "Where's the lube?" Kaitlyn beamed at that. She pulled a tube out of a drawer. "Start here, so I can get used to it." She nodded and started to spread the lube on her big toy. I noticed it was about as big as Andrew. I bent over slightly, facing the mirror and pulled the thong to the side to give her access. She stepped behind me and placed a couple of fingers, slick with lube, on my asshole. She slowly massaged my hole and then pushed her fingers in to spread the lube around. It felt good. I was no stranger to anal play, but it's completely different when someone else is involved. I moaned as she slowly pumped her fingers in my ass.

"Ready?" I nodded. She removed her fingers and lifted the dildo to replace them. She aimed it carefully and pushed the tip in. I struggled to relax, as I always did at the first intrusion of a cock. She didn't move; suddenly it clicked.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked.

"Nope." She laughed. She was an experienced lover indeed; thank you, Bailey. This relaxed me. The large toy felt so good stretching me open; I couldn't stop the moans that welled up in me as she started to push it in more. I looked in the mirror at her. At first she was solely concentrated on my rear, but she eventually looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. There was a fire behind them. I could tell she wanted to let loose on my ass, ream me with her monster dick. I wanted it too.

She had applied plenty of lube so progress was easy and entirely pleasurable. I was sure she had to be close to all the way in, but she kept proving me wrong by pushing more in. This was the deepest anything had gone up my ass and I can vouch for "Size matters." I almost came before she even bottomed out. Her thighs touched my butt. I gasped in relief. She left it in for a minute before she drew it out.

She left me completely, but only long enough to add another coat of lube to the toy. When she put it back, it slid easily in about half way. I reached back and grabbed her ass and pulled her quickly into me. She grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. She knew how to move her cock properly, not like others I've been with this way. She slammed her dick into me faster than I would have thought her small frame would allow. I wasn't complaining about being wrong though. She pounded me a few dozen times before she pulled out. I could feel that I was gaping and I love it. She opened the door to the rest of the apartment and started to walk back, while applying yet more lube. I followed.

Bailey was still sucking on Andrew's cock. She saw us return and smiled at the equipment that Kaitlyn sported. She winked at me and took the dick back in her mouth and drove it all the way in her mouth; she'd be busy. I admired Andrew for having lasted this long with an obviously skilled cocksucker working on him. Bailey pulled him from the chair and had him lay on the ground. She and I knelt by his waist and started tandem sucking again. Kaitlyn got down behind me and positioned her dick again. I was well lubed this point and she knew it. She slammed the whole thing into me at once. I gasped from the sensation. I looked back at her; she only smiled and started to fuck me again.

After she got a good rhythm going, I took control of the wonderful cock at my face. I tried to match Kaitlyn's strokes, but found it was more fun to just let myself loose on it. I was soon overcome by the stimulation from both ends. Bailey kept busy by either playing with herself or making out with Andrew.

After a while, Bailey whispered to me, "Do you want him to come?" I nodded. This was it. This is what had intrigued me enough to suck on this monster cock for the last few hours. What would it be like to have cum shoot into my mouth? What would that feel like to bring someone such obvious pleasure? I needed his cum in my mouth. I started working his shaft with renewed vigor. Bailey returned to his head and was whispering encouragement to him. He started to moan more often. Kaitlyn continued thrusting into me.

"I'm cumming!" He shouted this. It had obviously been building for most of the night and suddenly all the pressure was breaking. Bailey pinned his arms down as his whole body clench. I stopped bobbing my head and left my lips just a little below the head of his cock. I kept lightly stroking the rest of the shaft and rubbing my tongue on the bottom of the head.

Suddenly, I felt jets of cum hitting the back and sides of my mouth. It was sweet, slimy and plentiful. The third or fourth spurt made me gag. I pulled my head up but I resisted everything the gagging wanted my body to do. Andrew was still shooting cum and, since I hadn't moved to far, hit me in the face. I swallowed hard, gulping down the jizz in my mouth. Oddly, I liked it; it felt like a reward. I stayed there for another spurt and that seemed to be it. He relaxed on the ground and Bailey leaned in to clean off what was left on his rapidly softening cock. 

Kaitlyn sighed contentedly and held herself to my back. I was still stuffed full of cock and hadn't gotten off yet. She straightened and pulled out. I was disappointed, but only for a moment. She pushed me over onto my back and lifted my legs. She slammed the toy home in my ass and leaned in close. "That was so hot," she whispered. She licked the cum off my face and kissed me. She forced the extra cum into my mouth and I gladly swallowed. She wiggled her hips, bringing a groan from me. "Are you ready to cum?"

All I could do was nod. She smiled and straightened. Bailey crawled over and informed us that Andrew had passed out after coming. Kaitlyn had her hold my arms down so she could fuck me "better." I was skeptical because it already felt better than anything I'd ever done. She was right though. She held my legs high and slammed her huge cock into me. Each thrust hit my prostate as the slightly flared head pushed into me. Not a minute later, I felt an orgasm building. After a few seconds, it felt as good as any normal orgasm, but it was only getting started. It built and built and finally exploded. I don't know how long it lasted because the next thing I remember, it was morning.

I was still wearing the thong, though the bra was gone. I was confused where I was until a body moved at my side. Kaitlyn was cuddled up, wearing only my briefs now. I wasn't sure if everything I remembered had actually happened until I yawned. My jaw and throat were sore. I lifted myself up on my arms and saw Bailey and Andrew naked and asleep on the couch. I lowered myself and noticed Kaitlyn was awake now. She smiled and we kissed.

"Hell of a birthday party," I said. She nodded.

"I got almost everything I wanted."

"Almost?" She nodded again, got up and removed our underwear and straddled me. This time was a little more standard, but no less enjoyable. The sound of our lovemaking woke the others, but they didn't say anything until we finished.

Andrew said, "Glad you finally got to have fun. Sorry about hogging the girls last night."

"No worries," I said. I smiled at Kaitlyn. "I had fun last night too."



Happy 30th B-Day



It's my 30th birthday and I'm back living with my mom, a good woman, strong and passionate. After my divorce was final I was laid off, so I took some writing classes and bought a dictionary and thesaurus. Now was as good a time as any to start a new career.

My dad, Andrew, passed 3 years ago while on vacation in Paris, a heart attack at 54. They were visiting my stepmothers, Alexandria's, parents. They met when I was about 5; Alex was a 17 year old au pair from Belguim, and my father was an up and coming 30 year old contract lawyer, with a son. My mother died giving birth to me. 

I'm my 20's attending college locally, communting back and forth. I'd have my late nights out and walk in the door at 2 a.m.. Every now and again I'd catch my stepmother coming out of the shower, walking into the bathroom after her and my dad had fun or just hear them have sex down the hall. She was a hell of a screamer. While in college I met my future wife, graduated, then moved 300 miles away. It had been years since I was home and seeing Alex was something I was looking forward too. 

"Dan! Give me a hug, you hunk-a-man you." Her arms opened as I put my bags down, my arms reached for hers. Alexandria looked better than I had remembered and smelt divine. "Looks like the divorce has treated you well?"

"Yeah I can't complain, she got the house and I got my freedom. Are you sure it's ok? I can stay in a hotel for a few days, till I can find an apartment."

"Don't be silly. I set up your old room. Take those bags upstairs and get settled, I've got some steaks going on the grill." 

"That sounds good. Thanks". So that was what I did, passing her to go down the hallway then up the stairs. Very little had changed, my room at the end of the hall was repainted but in the same blue color. The four post bed had the finest sheets money could buy. Looking thru the rear window of my room I could see the yard. She had fixed it up, some newly planted trees, stoned patio, chairs and table to make one of those outdoor kitchens. It was nice and I was glad Dad had taken care of her with the insurance money. Just off to the right of the patio was a Jacuzzi that my body was going to take advantage of.

Changing into a dressy pair of shorts and polo shirt, I met Alexandria out back. She was flipping over the steaks. I stopped to gaze at her for a long moment, before opening the sliding glass door. Alex had gotten better with age it seemed. She wasn't a size two and that was fine with me, probably a 10 would fit her best. Alex's opened toed heels made her legs thick and firm, her ass curved perfectly beneath a black skirt. The white tank top showed her waist, breasts were about a 36DD. She has these green eyes that just sucked you in, her chin was daintily pointed, high cheek bones and thick, wavy, shoulder length blonde hair. My stepmother looked delicious.

"Are you coming out or do I have to feed you?" She joked.

Her voice broke my train of thought, so I slid the door open and walked to the table. "Sorry. It's been awhile. The house looks great, you...well....you look incredible Mom."

"Thank you. I took me some time after your father left us. But with our friends and family, I got on my feet after a few months. I still do miss him."

"Me too. Have you been dating? Seeing anyone? It's been over three years."

"Dating? It's never even been a thought"

"Why the hell not? You're a gorgeous woman and your only what? 43?" 

"44. Oh and speaking of age, Happy Birthday", she got up to put a kiss to my cheek then head over to the grill to check on the steaks.

"Don't avoid the question" I followed her to take a serving plate. "I've been divorced a year and started dating a few weeks ago."

"A death and a divorce are two different things Dan." She puts the two medium well steaks to the plate.

"No they aren't, they both take time to recover from and then you move on. It's a new beginning, a new chapter. Dad would not want you sulking for the rest of your life, Ale.....Mom"

"It's alright, either is fine. I know I'm not your mother, but I do love you like my own" 

"I know and thank you", from behind I kissed her cheek, her ass grazed over my crotch.

"I've thought about it", we both sat, while she spoke and I served the steaks. "It's something I've never done."

"Look, you can cook, your kind, your drop dead sexy." I had a hard time believing I had said that out loud.

"Really? You're just saying that"

"No, I'm not Mom. You are gorgeous, a classic reubenesque woman. Any guy would kill to have someone like that. Hell, I'd give my left ball to have someone like that."

"Well......thank you" Her legs crossed underneath the table.

"You know I would hear you and Dad making love." That was said on purpose, I wanted to test the waters of her sensitivity to sex. I began to eat my steak.

Nearly choking on hers, she answered. "Daniel! Oh my, I'm so sorry"

"What? It was fine. I kinda enjoyed listening, it wasnt like I was getting any myself", I smiled eagerly.

"Your father use to put a pillow over my face. Andrew was afraid I'd wake the neighbors." We both laughed and then it made me think of doing the same to her. During the rough patch of my marriage I would go online for bondage sites, D/s, S & M, chat rooms, etc. My book would be based on it in some form. 

"Can I ask you a personal question Mom?"

"Sure, you know I'm an open book."

"Were you and Dad...'adventurous'?

"Adventurous? What do you mean?"

"Well, kinky, you know, tying each other up, spanking, stuff like that"

She turned cherry red, "Your father was quite the kinky man. We had our fun. We never swung or anything like that, but he would, well, have his way with me. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I've started writing again. Ellie was never into it and the women I've dated since were too prudish to even consider it. It's interesting to me, the power exchange. It gets me going and what better to write a story about that something that, 'peaks' my interest."

"Very true Dan. Well I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you may have, as long as I'm anonymous."

"Oh absolutely, thanks.", our dinners were about done, so I would help with the cleanup.

"I want to run out to the store and get some notepads and such. Give me an hour and I'll meet you out here? Is that alright?"

"Sure", she winked as I placed the plates in the sink. Putting a kiss to her bare shoulder I headed out for the errands.

I would up being more than the hour, but not by much. Putting swim shorts on I headed to the kitchen then out to the yard. Some Enigma was playing in the background and candles were lit upon the table, an opened bottle of wine had one glass beside it.

As the door is opened I can hear a slight bubbling from the tub. "Pour yourself a glass. It's my nightly ritual". So I did, taking a few sips then refilling the glass with the white wine. There she was, sitting in one corner of the 8 X 8 Jacuzzi, the water line was just above her chest. 

Taking a few steps towards her, "Oh no Daniel, there is a no clothes policy for my tub. Get naked".

To say I was stunned was an understatement, but I obliged, tossing my clothes onto a chair. "Ready to be interviewed Mom?" I caught Alex's eyes looking at my cock.

"Why do you think half the bottle is gone?" She grinned and winked at me.

Stepping into the tub was easy enough. I found a small digital recorder while shopping and this was the perfect time to use it. "So lets us begin. First state your name and your age, and yes I swear you will be anonymous, it's just so I can keep track of my notes and who said what".

"Alright, my name is Alexandria Brannon, I'm 44 years old"

"How were you first introduced into the 'lifestyle'?"

"I was first 'with' your father when I was 20. Not many people knew our relationship started that early, but he was attractive, cared for me, gave me opportunities that I would have never had if I stayed In Belgium. He never mistreated or took advantage of me. I loved him very much.

Andrew would tie me up, call me slave or slut and I'd call him Master. He would call me from the office and give me commands to pleasure myself while he listened. It turned me on, made me...wet. After awhile I wanted it as much or if not more than he did. I was at his beckon call, we'd have sex on his desk after hours, in the car, or on the kitchen table, we had a vibrant sex life." She took a long sip of wine.

"Interesting." My cock got hard within seconds; the tip would poke thru the top of the water every now and again.

"It seems it works for you as well Daniel," he smiled mischievously and pushed herself from her side towards mine. "It's been such a long time since someone has called me 'slut'."

"Are you a slut, Mother?" My eyes met hers. The recorder was rolling and my arms were stretched along the sides of the tub.

She nodded and got closer. Alex was now floating on her belly, her hands resting to my legs, then creeping up my thigh til her finger tips circle the head of my cock, her mouth just inches from my cock. "Use me like one Daniel. I miss it so much". The ends of her hair were wet now, she had no clue I had a water fetish as well. Sitting upright, one hand would reach for her hair and get a good hold of it from the back, Alex wouldn't resist, only smile wide.

"So you were my fathers whore", with the last word she was dunked under the water and onto my cock. I'd make sure she swallowed it all and kept her there for a few seconds. Pushing her up and down a few more times, I yanked her up.

"Is that what 'my' whore wants? Cock? How bad does she want it?"

"Please, please Daniel, I want it, I need it. I served your mother, I wanto service you. Please...... Master?"

Calling me Master, only made me want to take more advantage. Her eyes peaked thru soaked locks that were now strewn over her face, her chest gasped for air. So down my mother, the whore, went again, my dick poking at the back of her throat. I'd keep her under for a few seconds more than the last time. Her arms rose from the water and patted to my chest, she needed air, but I'd still wait. My father pushed her to the edge; I'd see how far I could go. Her arms flailed a bit more till she came up.

"You're very good at that mother"

"Thank you, Sir. Your slave needs more; can I have it, can I?"

"Tell me want you want whore?"

"I want your cock in me Daniel, please fill my cunt with your cum. Fuck your slutty mommy, please?", she was nearly begging.

"Turn around", then she did as he was told. She moaned and cooed while bending over. My hands opened her ass cheeks to look under and see a glistening, dripping, shaven cunt. My stiff cock slid right in, allowing her to let out a soft and long 'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm'.

"Get under whore, you get what you wish and I get what I want." She did as told, dipping her upper body and head underwater. I sat on the edge of the tub and brought her cunt to me, doing my best to hold off my load as long as possible. With each thrust, a burst of bubbles would explode atop the water with each of her screams. Soon her hands began to look for something to pull herself up or air, so I'd move forward allowing my mother to grab an edge and pull herself up. When I felt she had enough, I backpedaled from it and back under she would go. I don't know which got me harder, the tightness of her pussy or seeing her golden locks float like strands of silken ribbon in the tub.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccck" I think was uttered,mixing with some inaudible screams, came through the bubbles. My mother's body shook, then her muscles tightened around my cock, she was cumming hard. 

So now it was my turn. Giving her one more chance for her to get air, she panted.."Give it all to me Master, mark your property." Back down she went and I stood up to finish myself off, her legs were wrapped around me as my load filled her cunt. "Yesssssssssssss Fuck YES!!"

Pulling her off me, I let her body just fall into the water. Mom turned instantly around and went back under to clean my cock off while I sat. Once Alex was done, she came up and put a small kiss to my cheek. 

"Tomorrow night I will demonstrate how he used toys on me, if you like Master. Same time, same place?"

Getting out and grabbing a towel I reminded her,"Don't forget the rope. I've learned some tricks I'd like to practice on you Mother."  

"Did you like your Birthday present?" Her arms were folded under her chin as she rested to the edge.

I winked back and went inside.



Happy 4th of July



Hi Everyone,

I want to thank everyone who responded with kind words to my return. So many have asked about whether or not I actually went back and met with Robert at the hotel, and I am sad to say that I did not (yet).

I do want to clear up something. I am not in therapy because I was (and apparently still am) a nympho sex freak. My really bad times had very little (well okay more than that, but not much), to do with that. My really bad times were REALLY BAD TIMES and I eventually sought help, but not for liking sex with lots of people. That's my therapist's pet project, and not on the table for psychological discussion. My personal kink, my own little fetish, is one-night stands, and by definition that means I'm going to meet people from all walks of life. If that bothers anyone, don't read. Okay, sorry.

Something happened recently that I felt I must put down. Okay, it happened last night, at a July 4th party thrown by an old friend of mine, Tammy. When I say old friend, I mean the best kind. The kind you met in kindergarten and stayed so close to that she was your first girl, best friend, and God knows we shared a boy or girl or two. Tammy was one of the people who I hurt when I disappeared, but was also one of the only people who understood when I came back and let her know everything that had happened.

No, I'm still not going to go into it. Happy stuff, remember?

So, Tammy and her partner, Samantha, asked me to go to their 4th Party, and I couldn't say no, even though I had to drive for most of a day to get there on the night of the third. I had an open invitation to stay with them, but I'm a hotel girl, you know?

I wore a black mini shorts romper with a matching belt and the most adorable Viktor & Rolf leather high heel sandals with an ankle strap. Not knowing what kinds of parties the couple throw, I decided it was best to go incognito, though I did wear a knockout black lace crop top / boy shorts set underneath.

When I arrived, at around 9:00, Tammy and I hugged like there was no tomorrow. It's been almost three years since we saw each other, and that was at a bad time. She introduced me to Samantha, and we really took a moment to size each other up, and you know what? I win. Didn't take any imagination to spot the knock-off from the original, but more on that later.

Tammy went nuts over my car. Daddy had always bought me a new Lexus, but when he died I decided to change things up a little. I bought my cute little black Jag XK8 convertible and haven't wanted to change it out since, even though it's getting a bit long in the tooth (it's a 2005). I tossed her the keys and she jumped in and peeled out to the accompaniment of my loud swearing.

And there I was, alone with Samantha. We hugged briefly, and then just stood there staring at each other. Let me give you a brief description. Samantha is a spoiled little trust fund girl who is used to being the prettiest girl in the room. She's about 5' 4" or 5' 5" tall, probably weighs between 105 and 115. She has long, sexy legs, a cute ass, thin waist, and perky little titties, probably c's. She's fit, either a runner or a swimmer (or both).

She has big, pretty blue eyes, a perfect little nose (probably natural) and full, luscious lips (jury's still out on natural or not). Her face is kind of heart-shaped, but with a stronger jaw, and she has straight brown hair with highlights, that hangs down between her shoulder blades.

Tammy must have realized her mistake, because she wasn't gone for two minutes before my car came whipping back and screeched to a stop. She got out and tossed me back my keys, and she looked me in the eye and we had a silent conversation:

Me: Hey, she looks familiar! Tammy: Fuck you. Me: Where have I seen her before? Tammy: Fuck you. Me: Somewhere, I don't know, maybe... IN MY MIRROR? Tammy: Fuck you. Me: I love you. Tammy: I love you too. Now keep your big mouth shut.

Don't you love being able to have conversations like that with old friends? I swear, if we were back in school, I could go to the front of the class and give a speech cold, as long as Tammy was in the front row to feed it to me with her eyes. I'm exaggerating, maybe, but the girls at least will know what I mean. We do it all the time when guys are around, and if you don't believe me, just watch your wife or girlfriend when you introduce her to your hot new assistant.

Tammy was wearing a pair of Dolce & Gabbana lace up heels, black short shorts, and a peachy-orange top that really showed off her figure (the sweetest, roundest tits I've ever had the pleasure of). Her hair is still kind of wild, a golden brown halo that is as wide as her shoulders but is cut to taper just below them. She looked great.

Samantha? White strappy sandals with a medium heel, white shorts, and a pink polo. No style. Okay, reahrrrrrrr! Claws-in for the majority of this fine tale. Have I ever told you that I'm not a real bitch sometimes? No? Because I don't lie when I'm writing, that's why.

We went inside and OMG their house is incredible! The furnishings, the color scheme, the art, all so wonderful! I'll leave it at that, this isn't a decorating magazine. But wow! They took me out to their back yard, which isn't really what it is. It's really a giant area of fine stonework with a fucking-A giant pool and stone pillars between the pool and the edge of the "patio" and the canyon that stretches off into the distance. It is breathtaking! Maybe I should have married the girl myself!

Oh, Tammy is in "entertainment management", which means that when you need a show put together, say for Grandma's 90th, and you want Aerosmith to play with Justin Timberlake, you call Tammy and she sets it up for you. Samantha helps. Apparently business is good, because I strongly doubt I could afford their house.

Samantha was sent to fetch some mojitos and I caught Tammy up on my life. When Sammy brought out the drinks Tammy was holding me and we were laying on one of their many, very comfy, lounges. Swear to God, I would do Tammy any time, any day, and under any circumstances, but at that moment we were sisters again. No, not blood relatives. One look at our complexions would clear that right up.

Samster makes a fine mojito. A fine, take a sip - hey, why am I on my ass - mojito. Maybe she's not so bad af- screw that. Die Bitch.

The other guests started to arrive at around 11:00, and I made the rounds, after receiving a stern warning that these were Tammy's friends and people she worked with, so I needed to be on my best behavior. I met a cute woman in her 30's named Karin (yes, she spelled it for me) who had a rockin' bod and was wearing a loose skirt, sandals, and a tight cotton top. We hit it off really well. I also met a guy named Harry who is in his 30's and also has a hot body. He was in shorts and a polo, with deck shoes. Most of the other guys and girls I met were either into each other, or in the guy's cases wanted to talk to me about my shoes (if you catch my drift).

There was one guy though, a six footer with a hard body, a cheap red Hawaiian shirt and white board shorts, and wearing a watch that cost more than my car. He was in his late 30's maybe 40, and he had movie star looks, a strong jaw, intense dark eyes, and perfect dark hair. He said his name was Mike, and that he had been drawn to me, but too shy to approach me earlier.

Ding Ding Ding - we have a winner! This is a good way to introduce yourselves, guys. The old "I'm a lowly hot guy that makes you all tingly, but I'm not worth a girl as hot as you are - but here I am because I really do have strength and confidence" thing will take you far.

We had been eating all day, little appetizers and the like, with dinner expected at around 7:30, fireworks at 9:30, after the sun was truly gone for the day. It was at this point only 5:00, and I cornered Tammy alone in the pantry off her kitchen (yes, they have more than one).

I pulled her in and closed the door, and she must have thought, oh I don't know what she thought, but all of a sudden we were kissing. It was hot, loving kissing like back in high school, and I could have just moved into that pantry forever. My feet were starting to cramp because my shoes don't allow for proper toe-curling action.

I broke away and let her know that wasn't why I'd pulled her in there, and then I kissed her, and I kept kissing her, my hands under her top, my fingers saying, "Hey there Tammy's nipples, remember me? Let's dance!" About that time, my pussy said, "Hey! Is that Tammy? How about a kiss?" and I really had to push her away.

We straightened each other's clothes and calmed down, and I remembered why I had pulled her in.

"Karin?" I asked, biting my lip softly.

"Married," Tammy said, crossing her arms and pushing her tits up to distract me.

"Harry?" I asked, trying to look up at her face.

"Married to Karin," Tammy said, starting to smile.

"Harry and Karin?" I asked, finally able to meet her smiling gaze.

"Don't even," Tammy said, and then licked her upper lip.

"Mike?" I asked, stopping myself from jumping on her and wrestling her tongue into my mouth with my own.

Tammy paused. "Mike's a good guy," Tammy said, "But he has a reputation for being a little, kinky."

"Tammy?" I asked, knowing her answer, and counting on it to break the terrible tension.

"Taken," she said, and we hugged before leaving the pantry.

I took a look at the party from the kitchen window, and then went out, cocktail in hand, and walked to the far side of the pool, where I'd be hidden. I held my drink in both hands in front of me and gazed dramatically out over the canyon. Five, four, three, two, one...

"May I join you?" Mike asked, poking his head around the pillar. I glanced coyly in his direction, a little startled (yeah, right), and I nodded once before I returned my attention to the canyon. We stood together in silence for a few minutes, and he took my drink and set it on the ground with his. My curiosity was piqued, and I let him take my hands and turn me toward him. He knew I wasn't married or attached, we'd established that earlier, but I was surprised when he leaned down and kissed me softly, still holding my hands in his.

I let him kiss me, enjoying it very much, and I encouraged it, but I didn't press to return it. Mike released my hands and ran his fingers through my hair, looking deeply into my eyes, and hello! My knees went a little weak. He kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back. One hand played in my hair while the other rubbed my lower back softly, and I'm certain that if I were taller, or he shorter, he would have been feeling my ass.

"We should go somewhere private," Mike said softly, still holding me close, "So we can talk." We picked up our drinks and I let him lead me by the hand back to the house, and a few moments searching turned up a lovely little den with a mod sofa and billiard table that didn't look full sized. I sat on the sofa and took a swallow before setting my drink on the little coffee table (without a coaster - burn in hell Samalla). Mike sat down right next to me, close to me, his arm on the back of the sofa behind me.

Without preamble he was on me, in my mouth, and he was welcome. He kissed me hard, and after a few minutes I was kissing him back, almost as hard. His hand found my breast, and with a single squeeze I became all creamy wet, my pussy still rather angry at me for earlier. Another squeeze and my pussy was willing to settle for Mike. My fingertips grazed his crotch, and I guessed he must have been around eight or so inches, and it wasn't thin either.

Mike stopped kissing me, and he said, "Teri, do you know what the proper place for a woman is?" Well, a pedestal jumped to mind, followed closely by a temple in which to worship her, but instead I gave him big eyes and a slow shake of my head.

"A woman," Mike continued, softly, almost hypnotically, "should always be ready to serve a man, to put his every need above her own. Do you know what I mean?" Gag me! I mean, if I could gag, but that's different. I knew exactly what he was saying, and I would have laughed right in his face if I wasn't interested in that package that he had for me. Instead I kept up the big eyes and gave him another little shake of my poor little old head.

"I mean," he said, growing slightly impatient, "That a woman should serve a man, do whatever he says so he can give pleasure to them both." Uh-huh. Based on what he was saying, I should never have to take another step for the rest of my life, just stand on the backs of past lovers and have them carry me everywhere. Come to think of it, I have stood on the backs of past lovers, sometimes in stilettos. I was getting the impression that Mike was thinking along those lines, but with me taking the heel (no pun intended, really!). "Do you understand me, Teri?"

I nodded, still big eyes, and he said, "Good. Are you ready to serve me?" Again I nodded. This might be fun, or I might be recounting this to the police soon. Actually, either way could be fun.

"Stand up, Teri," Mike said, and I did. I stood in front of him, wringing my hands. BTW - Why is it that these kinds of guys get all Hannibal Lecter and use your name in every sentence? If it's supposed to be hypnotic, it doesn't work for me. I find it annoying.

"Remove your belt, Teri," Mike said, but in the interest of not typing my own fucking name a MILLION times, I'll cut to the chase. Mike had me take off my belt, then slip out of my jumpsuit. Oh, he did like my crop top and boy shorts set, indeedy-do.

He had me get down on my knees and take him out of his pants, and I have to admit he has a magnificent cock. Not too big or anything like that, but perfectly formed, with a fat, knobby head, thick, hard shaft, and plenty of fat veins to keep things interesting. I stroked him a few times to build up that fat drop of precome, and I licked it away with relish.

And the bastard slapped my cheek. Softly, but damn! He hadn't said Simon Says. After a few moments, Mike told me to suck his dick, and I did, taking him into my mouth only and using my hands on the rest of him. He said some very nice things about my mouth and my technique, and I was tonguing the fleshy spot under the head when he told me to stop and stand.

He got up too, cock bobbing along, and he led me by the hand over to the billiard table. I had a thought that if he tried to put a billiard ball anywhere he'd get twice as many up his ass. He told me to lean back, and I was arched uncomfortably over the table, my toes barely scraping the floor. He pulled my cute little panties off, and I heard him gasp, his face very close to my pussy.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Teri," he said, "So tiny, so smooth." I know I said I'd cut to the chase, but I've said it before and I'll say it again, a girl does like to hear these things, even when it's the thousandth time. He ran his tongue up through my groove pretty well, and then his fingers moved in and he spread my lips and exposed my pink parts. He wasn't gentle, but I didn't expect him to be. He put his tongue against my little clit and wrapped his tongue around it, then rolled his tongue in a fairly exotic manner that made my pussy cream and my clit shout, "Thank you Sir, may I have another?"

My old friend Orgasm rang the doorbell and I let her in, and she started right away to build up, though she was working slowly today. His tongue worked my clit, and I forgot all about his little game, and all about the slap. When he pushed a finger into me I would have voted for him to be President, and when he quickly added another finger I went nuts, sending juices down his fingers. I really didn't mean to let out a girlish moan, but if I heard that moan from anyone but me I'd think I was doing a pretty damn good job. Well, he was, but that's beside the point.

Mike fingered me good, all the while giving me some amazing tongue action on my clit. My orgasm was building up and I was loving Tammy's 4th party. Mike stopped tonguing me and stood, still fingering my pussy. He grabbed one of my tits and squeezed, and I moaned because of the sweet pain.

And then he started frigging me faster, slamming his fingers into me hard, so hard that his palm was hitting my pussy pretty hard. I was hearing some pretty freaky fast slurping-slapping sounds to accompany the sweet pain of a fast fuck and a pussy slapping, but then he made me come, and I arched harder, my body hot and wet and whining like the little animal slut that I am. I felt my creamy juices dripping onto my thighs and rolling down in slow rivulets, and I just knew that I was filling his hand and it was overflowing to drip onto me.

Mike rolled me onto my tummy and while this was both more comfortable and more promising of a good fuck, he asked me, "Are you a good girl, Teri? Oh shit. This can be a lovely question to answer either way, with the right guy (or girl). With Mike, I didn't know which would make him beat my ass harder, but his very asking of the question meant my ass was going to get beat on. I tried a yes.

Whammo! Fucker slapped my ass so hard I had tears in my eyes right away. I writhed, feeling the sting start and knowing in a few seconds I'd have a perfect red hand print on my ass. He asked again, and I stuck by my guns and received another one on the other cheek. He asked again, I said yes again, and he smacked my ass just as hard, but this time three times, whack, slap, smack! I got snot on the velvet of the table, but I wasn't going to wail. If I did, people might come to help, and that would just be embarrassing, for me and for Tammy and Tight-assmantha.

He asked again and I shook my head, and I said, "Please don't hit me again," sobbing hard, "I've been such a bad girl." I wasn't play acting. His hand still stung when he rubbed it softly across my red-hot ass, and then he dipped it lower and ran those fingers into my pussy slowly. My palms were flat on the velvet, holding me tensed for the beating, and he reached over and pulled one back toward him so it was relaxed next to me, and then did the same with the other one. That confused me, because it seemed like a nice thing, a promise that I didn't need to fear the hand anymore.

Mike removed his fingers and I felt his cock head rubbing against my pussy, looking for the way inside. He wasn't kidding, I really do have a tiny little pussy, at last on the outside. All shaved, like I've been since I was sixteen, I am now ten years older and still a pedophile's dream, or rather that part of my anatomy is. The rest of me looks all grown up, thank you.

I felt my pussy begin to stretch around him, engulfing him, and I was right about his magnificent cock. He felt so fucking good! He started fucking me slow and steady, and it felt so damn good that I would have asked for another ass-whipping if he held out now. I was grooving with him, listening to him tell me how sweet and tight my pussy is, how good I feel, and aren't I glad I submitted to him so he could make me feel good? Well, kinda I guess.

Truth is, he made me come again, and it was good. I moaned and I writhed on the velvet table, my pussy grabbing hard on his cock and rubbing my juices onto him. The dripping started again, and I knew, when I could think straight, that my juices were dripping off his balls.

Then he took a wrist in each of his hands, and he pushed them up, almost to my shoulder blades. I screamed, but at the same time he had started slamming it into me hard, and my scream got broken up into shorter fuck screams. My shoulders were on fire, the pain so intense, and it wasn't sexy, sweet pain, it was fucking-A that hurts pain. I was whining and struggling, but I really couldn't move. He started talking about sticking needles through my nipples (not again!) and clit (that sounds like a bad time I don't even want to attempt), and thumbtacks on my ass. He was fucking my pussy hard, and I do mean hard, with my arms twisted so painfully I thought they might break, and describing some pretty sick shit about how he was going to hurt me for real, and I was scared.




Happy 4th of July



I came again, whining and trying to kick free, but still coming, my shoulders hurt so badly, but still coming and coming, and I was afraid I'd pass out and then he'd really fuck me up. He was babbling about dripping hot wax on my titties and tying me down and paddling me until I bled, and he shoved my arms up hard and I really cried, shouting as best as I could, "You're hurting me!"

I heard, "Motherfucker!" and Mike was gone. My arms free, I scrambled to my feet and collapsed to the floor, my legs folded beneath me. Standing in front of me, with her back to me, was my Tammy, standing in ready stance. Beyond her, on the floor was Mike, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands over his mouth and nose, blood spattering and dripping onto his red Hawaiian shirt.

"Whah!" he shouted, his hands muffling him.

"She's my friend," Tammy said, "My sister! Bygones and all that shit, but you leave now!" Mike scrambled to his feet and shoved his dick into his pants. He didn't wave or anything as he hurried out of the den.

Tammy helped me to my feet and over to the sofa, where she gathered my clothes while I rested a minute. Then we were off to the bathroom where she helped me clean up and even dressed me. She combed out my hair, something she's always liked to do, since her own hair is not comb friendly.

We were about to leave the bathroom when she slapped my ass hard through my shorts, and then punched me in the arm. "What do you mean, scaring me like that?" Tammy hissed at me quietly, tears spilling from her beautiful eyes. I grabbed her and held her tight (my arm hurt like a bitch, thank you) and we both cried for a while. When we were done, we pecked each other's lips and cleaned up again, then joined the party in progress.

At around 11:00, after most of the other guests had left, and Tammy and Whore-mantha walked me to my car. I hugged Samanella and thanked her for a lovely party. I told her I was glad to have met her, and I thought she and Tammy are a great couple, destined for eternal love, blah blah blah. She looked touched, and kissed my cheek before turning to go inside and let us say goodbye in private.

Tammy and I kissed, a good kiss. A kiss that said, hey, I love you so much that I'd do anything for you, live, die, anything. It also said, shit girl, you're hot, please come back to my hotel, but we ignored that part. At least Tammy did.

I started my car and let it idle, and I asked, "Is she really like me?"

"She's not you," Tammy said.

"Damn straight," I said, winking at my old lover.

"Does she keep it all smooth and shaved?" I asked Tammy, and she flipped me off, but not before her eyes told the truth and I laughed so hard I almost peed. Tammy leaned into my car and kissed me softly, and my heart started pounding. I love Tammy so much!

"We're happy," Tammy said, and all I could do was smile. I promised to call before I drove home, and I drove myself back to my hotel room, where I plan on sleeping really soon.

Love and Kisses and a Happy 4th to all,

Teri



Happy 4th of July, Mrs. Johnson



I have been napping. The stuffy darkness of the guest room greets me with black on black, and I can barely see my own hands. Downstairs the house is alive with the rest of the family. The whole family. My daughter will have arrived with her husband Todd by now - I think I can almost hear his deep voice from the busy kitchen. Sara and John and the children must have arrived already. I can hear shouts from the backyard. My husband will have turned on the porch lights so they can run around in the backyard with the dog. My sons will probably be out there too with beers and maybe football.

I am alone in the guest room. It gets darkest in here and after a full week's planning I came up here to get rested before the main event. I fell asleep.

Now my clothes are hot and stick to me. My sweater pulls tight against my chest from where it has bunched in the back. I left my jeans on, but I'm not wearing panties. Not that it matters - my body is moist between my thighs from sweating under the covers. The moistness extends down my thighs from the skin beneath my buttocks, even over my knees, and my feet are warm in my cotton socks. I've even sweat lightly under my armpits.

I wipe my forehead and roll beneath the sheets. It's been a hot July so far and this small room is stuffy. I can smell myself, but it's not unpleasant. The sweat, too, is damp against my sides and my back. For now it's good, like waking up on a sultry morning with a shower to look forward to. I know I should get up but I'm still groggy, still tired. I have to go downstairs. The family is still getting settled in the house but they'll come for me soon enough. I think I can hear someone coming up the stairs already. 

I pass my hand once more over my eyes. I'd like to see the sparkle of my clear nail polish, like I would if it were morning. But it is early dusk and the room is absolutely black. I take a deep breath and suddenly shiver; the rub of my nipples against my bra sends a delightful buzz down to my clammy belly. Little tingles alight in my palms and behind my knees. No, the sweat is not unpleasant at all. But it is very stuffy in here. 

A creak behind the door. I should sit up but I'm lethargic. I lie on my side and listen to the floor creak again. Then the door opens a crack. Bright light whips at the room. I shut my eyes against it and soon it's gone. But I hear the soft breathing of my visitor. 

I think it's Dan, my husband, come to wake me up, so I unclench myself and stretch beneath the covers. I don't quite stretch enough to seem awake, but my body relaxes, audibly in the bed, for the visitor to hear. They come forward lightly, careful not to disturb me. The silence in the room is broken by the footsteps, but the house downstairs is a cascade of happy voices, pots and pans, the TV, comings and goings. Whoever is in the room to wake me up sits on the bed. I keep my eyes closed. Under my eyelids the bright spots from the sudden light still glow dimly. I wonder if my visitor can even see me.

It's not long that I have to wait for my answer. A gentle hand sweeps my hair from my face. The fingers graze my cheek lightly. The body bends on the bed, down to my face, and kisses me just as lightly, on the mouth.

At first the kiss just catches my upper lip. It is very dark in here, of course. Once it catches my lip, though, the kiss spreads over my mouth. The kiss is warm, and so sweet in the quiet darkness here that I open my lips and exhale. Emboldened, the kiss grows more tender, slipping a tongue over my own. The hand slides over my cheek and brings me closer, in towards the kiss. I'm tasting him. 

The kiss is good. The kisser takes my hand, which reaches up to touch his face. I feel drunk in the stuffy room, and maybe still dreaming. I feel tired and alert, and electricity seems to flow just under my skin, all flowing down from my neck, which throbs, both with my increasing heart rate and the movement of my mouth, opening wider for more tongue. I allow the kiss to go on. It is no longer light. It is aggressive, the lips over my lips hungry for this, taking full advantage of my willingness. The hand on mine moves back behind his neck. He hangs my fingers behind his hair. Whose hair is this? My fingers sift up into it. 

The kiss is broken. His mouth moves across my cheek, kisses the line of my jaw, and slips under, kissing the perspiration on my neck. He is reaching beneath me. He is pulling me up from the bed, into a sitting position. 

I do not struggle. I can pretend that I am still sleepy, and that his strong arms are taking advantage of my drowsy confusion. Does he think I don't know? I make little noises in my mouth but don't protest aloud. His hands are suddenly on my arms. He twists me in place in a sitting position and comes up behind me on the bed. He kisses the back of my neck. His warm lips trip tenderly down the tips of my spine. So I tilt my head forward. 

He knows I've been sleeping. Is this how he meant to wake me up? His hands slide down my back, massaging their way down. It feels good to give in to that. He touches me like that, at times skillful in pressing the spaces of flesh through my wet clothes that need pressure, and yet unable to hide the urgency in his touches. We haven't said a word. And with each of his touches, with each emboldened caress the not talking becomes palpable. My muteness is enough consent for him. 

No, not muteness. He can hear my heavy breath.

His breath flows over the nape of my neck. His hands glide over my ribs until he reaches my chest. Then he seizes me roughly. Yes, this is what he wants. What he was searching for. My hands cover his, and for a stunned, silent minute this stranger is groping me through my shirt. He squeezes my breasts, and I push my back into his body. I mold myself to his chest. I know I shouldn't, because I know now from his silence and his need and his hands that this is not the husband I know, but I have woken from my nap with a deep, fuzzy urge between my legs, and I want to be touched this way. I feel light headed in this heat. One of his hands reaches down for my crotch. The fingers press my zipper. In the dark perhaps he is my husband. I could be confused. 

His other hand glides down my belly. I hold the backs of both his hands, the one at my stomach...and the other, which fondles. Then his fingers slip under my shirt. And I feel his bare hand on my clammy belly. If he is my husband he is playing a game we've never played before, and I want him to continue. I want to know how far he'll go, in this big house where secrets are few. 

He has drawn me against his muscular chest, pulled me in against his body. I now sit on the mattress with my head tilted back, and my shoulders touching his own. Our bodies rock in a heavy cadence; his neck stretches against mine, so that my face is pressed to his ear and cheek. His hands are pressed tightly against my stomach and cunt. He pushes me back...so that I feel his hard erection through his pants. I feel it against the base of my spine. I know his intentions; I knew that from the way he kissed me (and now from the way he works his fingers up my skin, to my shivering breasts). He wants me to rub my buttocks against it, through my tight jeans.

I don't know if he knows I can't help it, but I stick my heiny out as much as I can from this position and drag it up and down his covered shaft. 

When he groans, I let out my first. Needfully, he tries to reach up beneath my bra, but he can't. He doesn't know how big my breasts are, and how tight the bra fits. 

I have big breasts. Big, pillowy breasts, as the man who I almost married said. He was not like my husband; he was hard and rough, and he had little ambition beyond getting me in the back of his car. But he fucked like a lion, and he spent hours telling me what turned him on about my beautiful body. Big, pillowy breasts, he said. Fat breasts he wanted to hold and caress all night in the back of his car. Plump buttocks he told me he needed to slap. 

The man behind me reminds me of him, because I know if he doesn't get to them he'll find a way to make me. But it's very hot. And since it's so hot I reach under the sweater, grasp the hem and pull it off. I hear it flutter to the ground where I toss it. Then he grabs my forehead and tilts my head back, not roughly...but firmly. 

I am held in place by his hand on my forehead, not facing him, sitting up with my legs tucked under me. His mouth is on my neck and it is so warm. Everything is so warm. His wet lips again, giving me his saliva to swallow. His hands find my own and he makes me grope myself. My hands cover my bra, and my fat breasts barely contained inside them. It has been years since I have felt this urge so strongly. My breasts roll stiffly under the fabric. My nipples hurt. It is because of the dark, and the heat, and my kissing stranger. And truthfully, I hadn't realized I wanted to feel this way. The man behind me, with his firm pushes into my behind, with his mouth breathing into my ear, with his hands forcing me to caress my own breasts, knows this. He must know this, because he moves so surely. 

I reach to undo the clasp in my bra. It pops off easily and my big, pillowy breasts drop free. His hands are on them in an instant. 

I gasp. He tears the bra away from my arms, taking me by the wrists. Then his hands return to my bosom. They are big enough to take each in a handful. The weight of them is suddenly eased by his grasp. I am very hot. My breath comes shallowly, and I am afraid I can't breathe, but I need to get my pants off or else I'll suffocate. I know I'll suffocate. I need to take my pants off and it was silly to fall asleep in them, but now my legs need to breathe. The skin on my long legs needs to feel even the stuffy air of the guest room on them. I need to be above these covers, out of these pants. I'm sure he's hot too.

I twist in the covers. Out from under his hands. I twist on the damp sheet. I crawl backwards on the bed. Away from him. It's still impossible to tell what his face looks like in this darkness. All I can see is his silhouette, and the barest appearance of his muscular torso as he reaches for his shirt and pulls it off. 

He crawls towards me on all fours, and I move back on my elbows, towards the head of the bed, into the pillows. He's over me now. Our breath flies back and forth at each other like the ghosts of savage creatures. He lunges to flatten me on the bed. My breasts jiggle as I hit the mattress. They ripple liquidly, and I hear myself let out a high gasp as his tongue darts at one stiff nipple. My hands go to his thick hair. What if he eats me? What if that's what he's come up here to do? I actually think this as he kisses down to my belly, and slides his tongue into my bellybutton. My stomach is jumping now with every heartbeat. My breath is fast; my heart is judding. He pops open my pants button. Then his fingers take the zipper. My bare ass suddenly touches the bed sheet. He's pulling my pants down. 

I raise my legs to let him slide them off. Almost naked now. I am almost completely naked in the guest bed, covered in sweat, no panties. There's a man in the room (a most definite man), and he's getting off the bed to drop my jeans next to my sweater. I can see his body in the dim light from under the door. And I can see him unzipping his pants. He's going to fuck me. 

"Take my socks off," I whisper. 

I can see his balls swing from under his stiff cock. I can see that sticking out of his silhouette.

His lips touch my shin. He reaches up to caress my firm calf. He squeezes it, firmly, like a good cantaloupe. And he flits out his tongue with each kiss, so that it is wet. He peels one thick sock off my foot, working it down my toes. Then he kisses my toes. I sigh, and it becomes a gasp. He licks my toe, and sucks on the little one. I rub my other sock against his cheek. He pulls that one off quickly. Then he stands. 

He reaches between my knees. Strong. His fingers grip the flesh of my thighs. I am shaking. My whole body is shaking. I no longer feel tired anymore but I feel dizzy, my head swims. I can still hear so many voices downstairs and I cannot breathe. 

His mouth suddenly fastens over my pussy. His tongue slobbers up and down the slit of my thick labia. He sounds like an animal, and it's disgusting, and I'm so wet. I grab his hair and shove him down in my lap. Sitting up in the bed, my knees rise up to and fall over his shoulders and I force my cunt up into his mouth. My toes curl and my whole body shakes and he doesn't stop eating me. I'm pouring. I'm drenching his mouth with my hungry pussy juice and he just keeps licking it and sucking on my clit. 

I hear him swallow.

He gulps my womanly fluid.

It doesn't take much more of that before I'm on my back. And I can't get up again. His balls drag against my thigh. I try to reach for him but I can't, I just can't. All the muscles in my arms are committed to reaching to the edge of the mattress. I'm crosswise on the mattress, and he's over me, and I can feel his cock between my legs. I mean I know it's there. It hasn't actually touched me but I know it's there because I know what men are shaped like and he's right on top of me and his...heat...is practically inside me. 

My fingers wrap tightly over the edge of the mattress, and the sheets are stretched beneath my hair. If my family walked in right now they'd see Dan's wife with her legs up, her pussy soaked, staring at the ceiling of the guest room, about to let a stranger's cock into her. It's so hot, I think, I can't help it. My legs are slick with perspiration, and he's already sweating. I want to be helped. I want to be fucked. Impaled. Penetrated. My hips begin to rock towards him. 

He touches my forehead. Then he reaches, as gently as he can, to tilt my head forward. I can't see his face. I can only see the dim blur of his body. But I can feel his cock now. It's at the slit of my pussy. The head of his dick feels like something that should be on a bull.

"Push," he says.

I feel him on my opening. But he won't go in. He won't put it in me. Does he want me to do it? Does he want me to put that thing in me? To commit this bestial act?

I've never wanted it more in all my life. I want him to slide the whole thing up inside me. I want it to be big, and rough. To feel dirty about it. I wiggle my ass on the bed. 

"Ahh," I gasp as I ease forward on the mattress. Its smooth head parts the wet lips of my vagina. My vagina folds inward with the first inch of him.

The sound of his penis entering me is for a brief moment the only sound I can hear. It does something to us both. His other hand lets go of his cock and reaches for my tit. My knuckles must be white on the mattress's edge.

"Keep going," he says. 

So of course I do. "Ahhn," I gasp. I open my legs and slid further off the bed. His cock pushes in. His cock, that I can't see but only feel, is thick, and ready for me to swallow it whole with my hot pussy. It does not tremble as I do. It remains firm and smooth. It is naked, between my legs, the wetness of each causing it to slide where it brushes my thighs.

"More," he whispers.

"Ah. Ah..."

"Deeper."

"Nnng." I keep wiggling my body to push myself further down, further down, off the mattress so that my ass hangs in the air, but there's still a bit of his big dick that's left in the air. He bends at the waist.

I grab the back of his neck and let out a muted cry. I cannot slide any further off the bed and I need him to stop teasing me.

His dick plunges deeper. It forces me back onto the bed. Oh, it hurts, but it pains my vaginal opening in a way that is stridently needed. I open my mouth for a silent scream and have to wrap my legs around his waist. He is inside me. His unknown penis is wedged into my pussy. His naked head is deep in my cunt, uncovered, oozing its first drops of clear precum inside my warm canal. It is inside me. It's engorged inside me.

His mouth covers mine and he plunges again. He rocks his hips against mine. I clutch at his back. He slides in deeper. 

The heat of the room is overwhelming. The smell of the two of us is already thick in the air. Outside there is laughter. The barbecue has begun. Downstairs more pans are being moved in the kitchen. He breathes into my mouth and I feel his wet balls against my ass.

It is so hard not to scream. I hardly scream but this, what we're doing, this, this is a time for screaming. He grunts into an open kiss. I groan as he makes my breasts bounce. The slap of our bodies colliding covers up my deep moan. I try to cover my mouth but he grabs my wrists and holds them to the bed. His thrusts become long, controlled, and powerful. 

My pussy leaks. Now we are two moist bodies in the complete darkness. He kisses me for an instant with absolute tenderness, as if until now that kiss was a secret he kept close to him, that he wanted to tell me only in the most private setting. In this total seclusion, surrounded by the liveliness of the house, his cock bulges in my uterus and this kiss unlocks a muscle in my stomach. That sends a fierce tingle throughout my belly, and tightens my vagina. Around his insistent cock. 

Muffled gasps push out our mouths. For myself I pray that my soft pants go no further than the door. My pussy aches with every throb of my muscles. Its filled with his firm member. He's so hard. So much harder than...

He pulls out and drops beside me. His hands are on me. His hands lift me. I am in his lap. He is lying on his back. He takes hold of his penis and guides it up between my legs. 

But I stop him.

I straddle his legs, reaching down to clutch his manhood. 

This is mine. This thick cock that has penetrated me, it reacts to my curious fingers. Its soft skin sticks to my palms. My sticky fingers. The skin is soft but the blood inside it makes it hard, and it is strong in my hand. 

I hear him groan beneath me. He wants it inside me, but he did not expect me to pull him. To stroke him. Squeeze him.

I raise my hips and rub the underside of his shaft against my puffy slit. His penis jerks and spills more pre-cum into my hands; it dribbles over my knuckles. He lifts his hands to squeeze my ass. He wants it in me. He pulls me forward. 

I push his slippery dick into my snatch. My legs hug his hips. My hands press into his chest, and I grind down. I barely suppress the groan that churns out of me. I can be on top in the darkness. 

I groan. I am fucking him. I am on top of him and his shaft is buried in me. I am wetting his thick pubic hair. I am dripping all over him. Him, with his thick, male musk, emanating from his chest; his balls. His hands reach up to my lower back. He pulls me tighter towards his hips. His cock rubs my G spot. "Yess..." hisses between my lips. He reaches a hand up my neck. I have to push my face against it. His cock is deep and it's the only thing I can feel right now. I want to cum on him. I want to cum so badly and until this moment I don't know if I've ever needed to cum this much. I want him...endlessly. His finger slips into my mouth and I suck on it. I suck on it, even though I would never do such a thing. Except here in the darkness, in the sweat, riding him.

When he turns his hips, I fall down onto the bed. I knew this was coming. 

I crawl forward as his penis drips out of my pussy. My leg opens to let it happen, and then I roll onto my knees. His hand slaps my ass. It stings, and it's completely inappropriate. His hands grip my hips. I knew this was coming. He gets on his knees behind me. I get up on all fours. On the mattress. 

When his penis opens my pussy this time, he goes gently, but he goes deep. His hands caress my buttocks, the way he's always wanted to. How many days has he imagined me without my pants on? How often has he fantasized to me or, no, thought of taking me while I stirred the crockpot? He's behind me now. Where is the family? Will they find me like this? With him behind me, sticking it to me, giving it to me, on all fours. I'm on all fours. The sheet of the guest bed is pulled back. My hands are splayed flat on the mattress. Wet. It's all wet. I can feel my wedding band biting into my skin. His ring bites into my flesh when his fingers squeeze my thighs. He's wringing it out of me. He's earning every drop of cum that slips from me. My ass is soaked. And he slaps it. 




Happy 4th of July, Mrs. Johnson



Like an animal, he takes me. I submit to him, letting him enter me again and again, claiming me, the mother of two daughters downstairs, a decent woman, and my breasts rub against my arms and I let out my orgasm moan. 

It feels like it's been injected into me from the head of his cock. Of course he hasn't - not yet. But it feels like that's where it starts, from the point of his cock driving into me, it explodes from inside my posterior, it covers the hot skin of my ass, blazing up my back and swirling in my shoulders until I can hardly keep my head up. My arms begin to quiver. I've never liked being fucked this way. But I knew I would cum like this. He's too deep for me not to. If he forced me to take him like this, as a stranger, part of me knows I would still cum. And that thought makes me cum again.

I know he's going to cum, and we're both naked, and both soaked. He rubs my skin tenderly. His fingers snake up my sides until he finds my breasts. Then they are his, and they throb with each of his squeezes. The last of my orgasm drains down my legs. I am now being fucked at his command. 

He's not wearing a condom. I want to know why the thought of him making me pregnant almost sends me to the edge of another orgasm. My toes curl every time his balls tap my clitoris. Is this what it feels like, to be his, every night? Or is it special, this special time, when everyone else is too busy to notice how much I need his cock? He needed me, too. That's why he found me up here. My long hair drips over my shoulders, and I wonder if he'll ever tell his wife, if we'll ever speak of how he made me cum. ...And how he came in me?

His hand fastens over my ass cheek, like it belongs to him. I can't stop him. He thrusts hard. He makes me say, "Ah!" Then I swallow it. He pushes his cock deep. My breasts swing like pendulous dewdrops. 

I hear a voice in the tremulous darkness. And it is me, saying: "Oh God... Oh God..."

I can't help myself. I think I'm getting louder. He makes a sound deep in his chest that makes his whole body shake. My pussy clenches. I know what comes next.

I don't feel it but I know he's cum. He begins to let out his man sound, his guttural pants, one after the other, pushing in, pushing in, putting his hard strength into every last thrust as if each is the last, in their suddenness, in their passion.

When he pulls out, he reaches out for me. We collapse to the bed together, with his big arms encircling my body, his mouth searching for me. I reach for his chest as he reaches out to touch me. My hand snakes down his abdomen until it finds his cock. It's still tender, but it flops into my hand. Carefully, I squeeze it, milking him of the last of his seed. The semen squirts between us, onto my belly, sticking to my thumb and fingers. He kisses me hungrily. Fingers in my hair. Pulling me in, his tongue tasting me. 

I find myself throwing my leg over his hip. Suddenly his crotch is against mine. We are still hungry for each other, and we gyrate. Heat courses from between my legs, where I feel his balls catch on my thighs. His strong arms encircle me, and we kiss until our hearts stop slamming. Until the air dissipates some of our heat.

And then I push him away. 

I slide off the bed. I gather my clothes from the pile blindly and reach out for the door to the guest bathroom. It is time for us to return to our lives, and the lives of the people we've left downstairs. 

His cum slithers down my leg. 

And then of course his fingers tighten over my buttocks, and he bites my soft shoulder.

"You beast," I whisper.

"If you think you're getting away with showering alone, you're sorely mistaken, sweet cheeks." He says this with the deep grumble that I know so well.

"You beast," I whisper again, because he has never been so sexy to me as he is right now.

He kisses me with no longing, with total love, a passion that nearly takes me off my bare feet. He reaches around to slip his fingers into my dripping vagina.

"Happy Fourth of July, Mrs. Johnson."

"Happy Fourth of July, Mr. Johnson," I say and reach down to grab his member. I use it to lead him into the bathroom. "How did you know I wouldn't jump on any man who came to wake me up like that?"

"Honey," he says, "if you think I'd let any man get you out of bed but me...I've got some new things to teach you."

"Oh, Dan..." I say. He begins to grow in my hand. "Do go on..."



Happy Anal-versary



Ten years to the day. That's how long Julie and I had been together and on the whole they had been ten good years. We are still best friends and the sex is better now than ever, I regularly laugh at my friends who complain how their partners systematically remove sexual acts from their repertoire as the relationship progresses, I had been in a couple of those in the past myself. The rot usually begins once you start to live together, blow jobs are the first to go and then the willingness to try out new things, until finally you get to the stage where she just asks you to pull her night shirt back down when you're done. It had never been like that with Julie though, sex was still as fresh and exciting as it always was and it is showing no signs of flagging. There aren't many things we haven't tried over the last ten years although there are still a couple of things I would like to try that are taboo's as far as Julie is concerned, but I don't push things, after all I don't think I would enjoy it if Julie wasn't really into it.

We have always marked our anniversaries by doing something special together; each year we take turns with the planning and this year it's Julie's turn. She had planned for us to have a special meal at home this year and had taken the day off work to prepare and I had agreed to finish early. That's where it all went wrong. I arrived at the office to find a total disaster; several of my co-workers had called in sick with food poisoning after eating out at the same restaurant the previous evening and the powers that be had promptly cancelled my early finish and asked me to work later. I cautiously picked up the telephone and called Julie at home and explained the situation and she freaked, I had to hold the telephone handset a good few inches from my ear while she launched a stream of expletives at me before she quite firmly planted the handset down. I had hardly ever seen her like that and part of me was extremely glad that I was a couple of miles away from her across town.

We hardly ever fight and when we do we usually make up pretty quickly afterwards so I felt pretty down after the phone call, It was very frustrating as there was nothing I could do, I hated hurting her but I was in a no win situation so I just got on with my work somberly but as quickly as I could to try and make the best of an impossible situation.

It was around three miserable hours later that I heard the little fanfare from my computer that announces new e-mail; I went to my inbox to see that a message had arrived from Julie. I cautiously opened it, it read –

Pete, 

Sorry I got so mad at you but I was so looking forward to tonight. 
I know it's not your fault but please hurry home as soon as you can. 

I love you, 
J xxx. 

Ps, I've been shopping ;). 

I took a few seconds to digest it and then sent her an e-mail back saying that I was sorry too and I was working as quickly as I could to get home to her. I returned to my work with a new vigour, knowing that Julie was no longer mad at me made me feel a lot better and I threw myself into my work, telling my assistant to cancel all the afternoon appointments that I could get away with. A few minutes later my e-mail alert sounded again and I went back to my inbox, I was mildly annoyed at the distraction until I saw that it was another message from Julie. This time there was very little text, just the subject line that read 'Will this make you work any quicker?' I scrolled down the message to find a picture that made my heart skip several beats, there was Julie, standing stark naked in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom with my digital camera in her hand. I took my time to drink in the image, starting with the only part of her face not obscured by the camera, her sexy smile, and then down the long slender neck that I had lavished with kisses so many times, before reaching her firm pert breasts. I could see that she was quite aroused in the picture, her large dark nipples were quite erect and her chest looked hot and flushed. My eyes continued downwards to where she had teasingly placed her free hand over her pussy, her middle finger was depressed further then the rest so that it lay amongst the beautiful fleshy folds of her sex.

Transfixed, I studied the picture for a few more minutes before I snapped out of it and hit the reply button, sending her a message back-

Julie,

God you are beautiful.

I've just decided I need to work through my lunch hour.

Pete.

I tried to carry on working for an hour or so but my mind was elsewhere, I could think of nothing but the beautiful image of Julie. I was about to disappear into the men's room to try and relieve some of my pent up passion when my assistant peered around my office door and announced that my wife was here with the lunch I had asked her to bring. Julie walked in wearing a long coat and a mischievous smile, I asked my assistant to hold any calls and not to let anyone disturb us.

Julie placed a lunch box down on my desk and said,

'It's not healthy to skip meals so I made you up a little something. By the way, does this office door have a lock on it?'

I slid open the top drawer of my desk and handed her a small key, saying nothing.

Julie walked over and locked the door, trying the handle for good measure.

'Do you mind if I hang my coat up?' she asked.

'Sure' I replied, 'Make yourself at home'

She stood facing me, slowly undoing the large round buttons on her coat until it fell open. I caught a glimpse of something white and lacy before she turned away from me and let the coat slip from her shoulders before hanging it on the back of my office door. Julie kicked of her shoes and walked round to my side of the desk and stood in front of me.

'Well, I told you I was going shopping, what do you think of my new outfit'

I was speechless; she stood there wearing a white Basque that left nothing to the imagination, her breasts were pushed upwards and barley contained, I could see the dark areolas of her nipples peeking over the top of the outfit. My eyes followed the whalebone stripes down to where the Basque finished above her hips with suspender straps that she had fastened to a pair of white stockings. I sat staring, unable to say anything. She had chosen not to wear any panties too and her freshly shaven pussy was beautifully framed between the straps of the outfit.

'I got so horny riding over here on the bus like this' she said 'and when I got to your building the security guards were doing searches' she giggled.

'I nearly turned around and went home again but I plucked up the courage and went in.'

She was visibly turned on; she looked flushed and sounded a little breathless 

'I was a little disappointed that they didn't search me, they only wanted to look in the lunchbox.'

Julie walked over to the window and twisted the rod on the blind to close it and walked over to me. She dropped to her knees in front of where I was sat and began to undo my trousers. I raised from the chair a little to allow her to pull them down and my erect cock sprang to attention as soon as it was free from the confines of my briefs. Julie ran her long slender fingers up and down it and then began sucking and placing kisses up and down the shaft of my cock, making satisfied sounds as though she was enjoying a good meal. She then cupped my balls in her hand and gently took each one in her mouth for a few seconds each, lightly sucking and pulling them. Her other hand was busy between her own legs as she began to take the length of my cock inside her mouth, slowly moving her head up and down until it almost came out, before moving it back down until she had plunged the full length inside her. I could take no more than a couple of minutes of this before I finally released a deluge into her mouth, she closed her eyes and began to shudder as she came too, my semen oozing from the sides of her mouth as she let out a small cry. Julie rested her face against my thigh, still lightly sucking on my cock savouring the last stray drops of my seed as she ran her thumb along the underside of my shaft, forcing out the last dregs of semen from my cock into her eager mouth.

I lay back in the chair feeling quite light headed as Julie got up and sat on my knees and began to kiss me, she knew I loved to taste her after I had cum in her mouth. I could feel the wetness of her pussy pressed against the base of my cock as she grabbed it with one hand and pressed her thumb onto the underside of the tip, making slow circles. We broke off from kissing and I asked,

'Did you enjoy your lunch?'

'MMMM' she replied, 'I suppose you would like to ram this big, hard cock into my cunt now'

Julie always got a filthy mouth when she was aroused and it always drove me crazy with desire.

'That would be nice, yes'

'Well, I'm not going to let you, you will have to wait until you get home tonight' she said, teasingly, 'besides, I've been thinking and decided that there's something I would like you to do to me later, something that you've always wanted to do but I wouldn't let you before'

My mind raced through the options as I tried to think of the few things that we had never done before. Julie looked me straight in the eyes and squeezed my cock and said 'I want this beautiful big cock of yours rammed into my tight little ass when you get home tonight.'

She sat smiling at the look of amazement on my face, she knew I had always wanted to do that but I had resigned myself to the fact that she would never let me.

'There's something that I want you to do for me though' she added with a glint in her eye.

'Anything' I blurted out, 'you know I will always do anything you want'

'Ok, well, we'll see about that later wont we' she said as she got off me and began to adjust herself. Julie put her coat and shoes back on and unlocked the door, tossing the key back to me as I pulled my trousers back up and tidied myself up.

'Enjoy the rest of your lunch hour' she said as she left my office, smirking as she looked at the obvious bulge in my trousers.

It looked as though I would have to make that trip to the men's room after all, but not before I made a quick phone call.

'Hello, is that the security desk? Good, there's a woman on he way down in a few minutes, long brown coat and short blonde hair. I suggest that you search her before she leaves the building.'

I hung up the receiver before they could ask me who I was.

The rest of the afternoon took on a surreal quality, I couldn't quite believe what had happened and I kept glancing up at the now empty lunch box to confirm that it had been real. Time seemed to run at half speed for the rest of the day, at one point I could have sworn the clock in my office went backwards for a while, but the end of the day finally came and I made a rapid exit from the office block, leaving two smoking black lines in my parking space.

I pulled into my driveway thirty minutes later and felt a twinge of excitement mixed with a slight feeling of apprehension as I put my key in the front door and went in.

Julie greeted me in her bathrobe and handed me a glass of champagne before leading me upstairs. I stripped and joined her in our large bathtub where we got slowly drunk in the warm soapy water as we talked about old times, made love, bathed each other and then made love some more.

'So, what's for dinner' I asked as we dried each other down.

'Chinese take away' replied Julie, 'I figured it would give us more time to fuck if I didn't have to prepare an elaborate meal.' She said, giggling drunkenly.

'Well, I can't fault your logic' I said as I kissed her and placed a hand on one of her breasts, she allowed me a few moments to enjoy the kiss before breaking away saying 'come on, lets order some food.'

When the food arrived Julie ordered me up to the bedroom and duly followed with another bottle of champagne and two glasses. We sat around on the bed and ate in our robes, sipping the champagne until we were quite drunk.

'So' I said, 'Did you mean what you said in my office earlier?'

'If you mean when I asked you if you wanted to fuck me in the ass then yes, every word.'

'That's cool,' I replied, 'and what was the thing you wanted me to do in return'

'Ahhh, you will find out later' she said in a way that made me feel a little nervous.

Julie got up from the bed and took a moment to gain her balance before letting her bathrobe slip to the floor; I stood and followed suit. She then cleared the pile of clothes from the small armchair in the corner of the room and instructed me to sit down. She handed me a tube of lubricant and then stood with her back to me, bent forwards with her hands on her knees and her legs slightly apart. I sat on the very edge of the chair and began placing kisses around her buttocks and thighs as my hand moved in between her legs, my fingers lingering around the fleshy folds of her pussy before moving higher up to the entrance to her ass. Julie began to moan blissfully as I gently stroked around her anus while I unscrewed the cap on the lube with my other hand, squeezing a little out onto my fingers. I changed hands and began to work one of my fingers into her hole; the combination of the lubricant and champagne eased it's passage considerably and it slipped into her tight anus with ease. She gave out a long approving moan and began to sway herself back and forth as I worked in a second finger while she moved her own hand down to her clitoris. I continued to move my fingers in and out while her passage gradually became more relaxed,

'Let me know when your ready' I said in a low voice.

'Oh, mmmm, I want it now' she replied, barely able to form a sentence. 

I withdrew my fingers from her hole with a squelch and applied some more of the lube to my erect cock, Julie placed her hands on the arms of the chair and I held her with one hand on each of her thighs and pulled her down towards me. She held herself above me while I positioned my slick cock against her asshole and began to slowly push it in. The wide head seemed far too big to fit the hole, causing her to cry out as it went in but she carried on, gradually letting herself down, gasping as it slid slowly inside. She let it go in about halfway and then began to use her arms to move herself up and down, each time taking it a little further inside her until she finally sat on me with all her weight, taking my full length inside her. I cupped her breasts in my hands and Julie placed her own hands over mine and began to gently gyrate her hips in slow, tight circles making little grunting noises as she did.

'This is heavenly' she said hoarsely, 'why didn't we do this ten years ago.'

'Don't worry, you wont have to wait another ten years' I whispered back into her ear.

I moved a hand down to stimulate her clitoris but Julie pushed it away saying

'Fuck me harder.'

We got up from the chair and turned around, Julie bent over and held onto the armchair as I thrust my cock back inside her ass and began to fuck her hard, she moaned in ecstasy with each thrust until eventually she cried out as she was overcome by a powerful orgasm that reduced her to a weeping, shuddering wreck. We both collapsed back into the soft cushions of the armchair, lying still while we recovered with my twitching cock still inside her ass.

Afterwards, I cleared away the remnants of the Chinese food and the empty bottles while Julie took a shower. When I came back upstairs Julie was done so I went into the bathroom and stepped under the shower myself, after a couple of minutes the bathroom door swung open quietly, Julie often tried to sneak into the bathroom when I was showering and slip inside with me. I smiled to myself as I saw her silhouette through the shower curtain as she crept across the bathroom; 'I can see you' I called out playfully. 

She stopped in her tracks and replied 

'You said you would do something for me if I had anal sex with you, so I'm calling in your debt.'

'OK' I said confidently, 'Anything you want.'

With that she whipped the shower curtain across and stood there naked apart from a large strap-on dildo tied around her waist. I hardly had time to think before she said

'Your turn' and pulled the chord for the light switch, plunging us into darkness.

'Oh shit' was all I could think to say.



Happy Annibirthery



"But Joe, it's our annibirthery!" complained Annie. 

"I know, I know," apologized her husband from the other end of the phone. "I asked Clancy, but he said there's no way I could get off this weekend."

"Dammit Joe! I was really looking forward to spending some time with my husband."

"I know Ann. I'll make it up to you just as soon as this job's done."

"It's not just our annibirthery. I'm starting to ovulate and you know what that means?"

"No dear, what does that mean?" he lied, knowing exactly what it meant. He just wanted to hear her say it and his penis extended an inch the second his lovely wife mouthed the words.

"I'm getting horny."

"I'd love to help with that problem, but I'm stuck here," he said. Annie had always had an amazing sex drive. It completely matched his own male sex drive early in their relationship, they had sex every time they went on a date. Annie didn't even mind if he came over just for sex after a night drinking with his friends. Annie liked it because Joe often got the opposite of whiskey dick. He tended to last a long time after drinking. Once they got married, they had sex nearly every night for the first year. Then Joe got sick of condoms and Annie went on the pill. Her sex drive diminished by about 90%. She still enjoyed it, but now after three years of marriage, she could take it or leave it and they only had sex about once a week. This all changed when she went off the pill so that they could try to start a family. Her sex drive came back like a runaway freight train. She was hornier then ever, sex when they went to bed and morning sex before he left for work. Her sex drive now outpaced his own and his horny librarian wife plumb wore him out. He started looking forwards to these jobs away so that he could rest and recuperate. It got worse as she came into her fertile period and unfortunately, their free time hadn't lined up so that he could take care of her. The few times, they'd made love close to her fertile cycle, just hadn't took. 

"Fine," she said. "Just work extra hard and try to get back to me as soon as possible."

"Still going to be at least a week," said Joe. "I better get going. Bye, I love you."

"I love you too. We'll celebrate our annibirthery as soon as you get back. Happy birthday and happy anniversary."

Joe smiled. "Happy Anniversary and happy birthday," he replied. Both he and Annie were twenty-five. Tomorrow was his birthday and he would turn twenty-six. Annie would turn twenty-six two days later. They had decided to get married the day between their birthdays and they had made their annibirthery a three day celebration ever since. "Love you."

"You too, bye." She hung up the phone. "Shit!" she growled, looking at herself in the mirror. The pretty face staring back at her at tears running down her cheeks from beneath her black glasses. Annie hated to admit it, but the tears weren't from her husband missing their three day annibirthery, but from her growing need to have a penis shoved inside her. Her arousal was getting bad and growing worse by the day. She was fidgety, jumpy, and ill tempered, snapping at her coworkers and some of the library's patrons. Worse, she was starting to size every man she saw up, wondering how he looked naked and even getting a little flirty with some of them. It didn't even matter the man, as long as it was male. She batted her eye lashes at the sixty year old custodian and even giggled at one of her regular patrons attempts to hit on her. He was a single dad and a lech that all the other librarians found creepy. Annie swore that if things got any worse, she was going to have to buy herself a dildo and the thought of substituting a plastic penis for her husband's nice and hard six incher repulsed her.

Annie went back out to work the circulation desk. She was the youngest employee. The director was in her fifties and every other employee or volunteer was in their sixties. Being the youngest and best looking in the library had her getting most of the male attention. This was how she met Joe Whyte actually. He'd come in looking to get a library card so he could start checking out audio books as his construction job had him traveling some and he could listen to them while he worked. She helped him get his card and showed him the audio section. Much to her surprise, he asked her to dinner. Annie checked him out. He was sandy haired, good looking, and appeared fit. She liked any guy that enjoyed books. She was casually dating another man at the time, a rather mousy nerd, but with a nice intellect. The nerd was just lousy in bed. He just couldn't handle seeing Annie's killer body and ripe bosom. He never lasted more then a few minutes, though his recovery time was pretty good. The problem was her sex drive had kicked in a few years earlier when her last boyfriend took her virginity. He'd been better then the nerd, but not by much. She needed more. "Library closes at 6:00," she told Joe. "I'll be waiting outside."

Joe was waiting and their dinner went well. They seemed to hit it off immediately. "May I ask what prompted you to ask me out?" she asked.

Joe leaned back in his chair and sipped his beer while he stared at her. "Well, you're very pretty," he said. She smiled and blushed a little. He wasn't lying. Annie had a very attractive face. Her skin was extremely pale and she had piercing blue eyes that looked back at him through the lenses of her dark rimmed glasses. Her hair was long and mostly straight with a few stray curls. She had it tied back in a pony tail. She was stunning in a sexy librarian fashion. "You seemed nice when you were helping me. I felt we had a connection." His date seemed to like that. Her body was dumpy, her top pushing out to hide a chubby belly, but there was a very promising swell to her breasts. They looked huge, DD's at least and Joe was a breast man. He'd take big breasts on a fat girl over a flat chest on a sexy model any day. He found out that night exactly how wrong he was about her body.

Joe was very surprised once they were back at his car when Annie grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her face to kiss her. He was surprised, but pleased. He kissed back and her hand resting on his thigh while he drove home had him stomping on the gas. They were holding each other and kissing while he unlocked his door. He practically carried her inside. The large breasts pressing into his chests were driving him crazy. He set her down and broke the kiss. Without moving from his spot by the door, he just pointed and spoke quickly. "Let me show you my house. Living room, kitchen, bathroom, laundry, guest room, hallway, master bath, and..." He grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom. "Master bedroom." Annie giggled. They kissed their way into his bedroom and as they made their way to the bed. He sat down heavily on the bed and she stepped back to pull her dress off. Joe nearly came in his pants when he saw exactly what she had been hiding under her frumpy dress. She wasn't chubby at all! Annie was built like a fucking stripper! Her belly and waist were thin. She had the sexiest belly he'd ever seen on a woman, mostly flat, but with womanly swell under her navel and above her hips. Her underwear was modest, but her bra and panty were black and looked sexy against her pale white skin. Once they were married and she became Annie Whyte, he nicknamed her "Snow" because of her pale skin and dark hair. The bra looked like it was straining under the pressure from her big bosom. She unhooked the bra and her magnificent rack sprang free. Her nipples were already hard and the fattest longest nipples he'd ever seen. They were as big around as a nickel and probably ¾" long. Her areola were only the size of a quarter making them almost all nipple. They were a rosy pink color and Joe couldn't take his eyes off them until she stepped out of her panty and he saw her rather hairy black bush as raven dark as the hair on her head. Joe stripped as quickly as he could and she seemed just as pleased with his fit construction worker's body. "Condom?" she asked unleashing her tied up hair. His date had just gone from librarian to porn star in under a minute though she kept her glasses on. He liked that.

Joe opened his dresser drawer. He slid back as she straddled his lower legs. "I like your penis," she told him, taking him in her mouth. He gasped loving the feeling of her hot mouth on his dick, but she wasn't here to suck him off. Once he was good and hard, she opened the condom packet and rolled the rubber down his penis. She straddled his crotch and held his stiff penis up to the entrance to a pussy that was already giving off a lot of heat. She pushed her pussy lips against the head and slammed her entire pussy down over his dick. He gasped as she started moaning and bouncing. It had been three months since he'd gotten laid and that had been a one night stand he wasn't particularly interested in. This evenings incredible turn of events and the amazing woman moaning as she bounced in his lap was too much for him. Joe filled the condom after only a minute. She groaned in disappointment. He tried to apologize, but then she never stopped bouncing. He stayed hard and was soon raising his hips up to thrust his stiff prick into her pussy every time she lowered herself down. He lasted longer this time and she squealed in delight as she got herself off. Several times that night, Joe stabbed her back with his stiff penis until she opened her legs for him and they'd fuck again. They did it again the next morning before they both had to run off to work and even took a shower together to save time, though it turned to the longest shower of his life as Annie kneeled in front of him and sucked him off. She did everything, but swallow, spitting his semen out near the drain of the tub. They were married a year later.

"You ok, you seem distracted?" asked the library director.

"What?" Annie looked startled. Not only had she been daydreaming, but she was unconsciously pressing her crotch down into the edge of her chair. "Sorry, it's Joe. He's not going to make it home this weekend."

"Sorry Ann," she replied sympathetically. "You should go see him."

Annie perked up then slumped back down. "He's four hours away."

"That's not that far. Surprise him. I'll let you leave early tomorrow so that you can get an early start. Then you'll have the weekend together."

"Wow! Thanks, that would be great."

"Your friend's back," said the librarian. 

Annie looked up. The lech was back. She smiled at him and went over to help him find a book that he easily could have found on his own. It was her fault for flirting with him. She controlled herself this time knowing she'd have a stiff prick in her tomorrow when she went to surprise her husband. It was partly Joe's fault anyway. She'd started dressing sexier at work once they were married. Nothing too sexy, but her tops didn't make her look fat anymore, now they hugged her body and showed off her figure. Many patrons thought she'd lost a lot of weight and complimented her. She still kept her hair up with the glasses on and never wore makeup to work. She also thought the wedding ring would protect her, but to be honest most men appeared not to have noticed it or not to have cared less when they did. She brushed off the creep and went back to work behind the desk.

Annie Whyte drove home thinking about how she was going to surprise her husband. She didn't even know what hotel he was staying at. If she called and asked him, that would spoil the surprise. She did have his company's business card and that had Clancy's cell phone number on it. She hated calling old Big Black Cock himself, but he was her most logical choice. Clancy was a rather obnoxious black man that had openly hit on her once at one of his famous pool parties. Joe was slowly getting her to loosen up and dress sexier which she did to make him happy, but quite frankly, she did not care for the added male attention. Her breasts always attracted men's interest, but once she switched to form fitted shirts and men saw her actual body, the attention was growing to almost annoying proportions. 

Twice now Joe had talked her into going overboard in her choices of clothing. The first was at a Halloween party in a bar they frequented. Joe had worn a batman costume and he had convinced her to go as wonder woman. He thought she resembled the actress who played wonder woman in the 70's and Annie filled out the suit nicely. Too nicely, as it wasn't designed for big DD's and she had a lot of tit flesh squeezing out of the tops. The bar patrons loved her outfit and not only did she win $500 for the costume contest, but men bought her drinks all night. It turned out fun, but she paid for all the drinking the next day.

The second time was when Joe was invited to Clancy's pool party and he talked her into wearing a bikini. "Please honey, I wanna make all the guys jealous?" he'd begged. She wasn't a sunbather or swimmer for that matter and didn't even own a swimsuit. Joe bought her one. It was a black bikini and his jaw dropped when she tried it on for him. It was neither modest nor skimpy. The bikini covered her crotch nicely as well as her ass. The top did squeeze her breasts together and created more cleavage then she was used to showing. Her rather long nipples also poked out through the material. The black material was held together by large hoop circles. A hoop sat on each hip and one held her cups together right between her breasts. 

Wearing that bikini was the least she'd ever worn in public and she felt very uncomfortable walking around the back of Clancy's house to the pool in just the bikini and flip flops wishing she'd owned some sort of pull over top. She grew more uncomfortable when she saw that everyone there was black. There were about two dozen people at the party equal parts male and female and Annie swore every male eye turned on her the second she appeared by the pool. No one but Joe had ever seen her this close to naked and under the gaze of a dozen black men, she felt her nipples hardening underneath the bikini top. Her vagina started quivering funny too and her thighs grew a little damp. Annie didn't care for being around black people too much. She knew Clancy was black, but had never thought that all his guests would also be. She found out later that Joe was the only white man on the crew. 

Annie sat down in a lounge chair and started rubbing lotion on her skin. One of the reasons she didn't own a swimsuit or sunbath was that her skin favored burning over tanning. The next day, she'd discover that she had missed a few spots and had some red burns on her skin. As she was rubbing lotion onto her belly with Joe sitting next to her, a large black man of about fifty years old walked up to her. He was shirtless and his chest rippled with muscles. Joe was pretty big and had a nice chest with abdominals, but this man was a giant. He had on tight fitting swim trunks that hugged a massive bulge. Her eyes lined right up with the bulge and she had trouble taking her eyes off it, but did manage to look away to avoid embarrassment. "Now here's woman that needs a big black cock," said the man.

"I beg your pardon?" Annie looked at him in shock. She heard Joe sit up beside her.

"You need a big black cock," said the man. He handed her a mixed drink. It's a double shot of Jose Quervo Black mixed with equal parts Fighting Cock Bourbon Whiskey."

"That doesn't sound good," she told him, but she took the drink.

"Trust me, you'll love big black cock."

"Honey," said Joe. "This is Clancy, my boss."

"Nice to meet you," said Clancy holding out his hand. Annie took it and watched her small dainty white hand engulfed by his black paw. It was the first time, she'd ever touched a black person. "Joe, you married up. Woman thou art FINE! Annie took a sip of her drink to hide her blush of embarrassment and almost gagged. "What do you think of big black cock?" he asked.

"It's potent," she replied, breathing heavily. "I'm only used to wine."

"You got that right," said Clancy laughing. "Keep drinking. The more big black cock you have, the more you'll like it. Eventually you get hooked."

He was wrong. She never grew to like it. She finished the shot and felt the big black cock go immediately to her head. She switched to beer, mostly sipping it, but Clancy kept feeding her big black cocks and soon she was drunk from the potent mixture. She was drunk enough on big black cocks to loosen up and actually have a good time. A lot of the black women shunned her completely, but a few were pretty cool and all the black men were very friendly and went out of their way to say hello. She was drunk enough to dance with several of the black men including Clancy and both his brothers Ellison and Lee. They were a good deal younger then Clancy being in their mid thirties. She danced and had fun enjoying herself, but she wasn't drunk enough to press her body into one of the black men when a slow song came on. She sought out her husband for those songs. Joe spent a lot of time talking to Adam, another black man on his crew and the only one he actually considered a friend. Adam's wife was nice to and one of the few black women at the party that was nice to her. Several times, she caught Adam staring at her breasts, but thought nothing of it. All men did after all. Afterwards, she and Joe had passionate hot sex when they got home. Joe had drunk enough, he got one of his old stiffys that wouldn't go away and she was as horny as she'd been before going on the pill.

The only downside to the evening was when Clancy said goodbye. Annie held out her hand for a handshake, but instead he took it and pulled her into his massive chest for a tight hug. Her breasts poked into his chest, nipples bending against him. She felt his sweaty skin against hers. The hug was bad, but what made it worse was when he whispered in her ear, "Let me know when you're ready to try a real big black cock." He'd pushed his huge bulge into her stomach as he spoke. It felt like it was swelling. The encounter left her shaken.

"That thing must be a monster," she said out loud as she pulled her car into her driveway remembering back to the pool party. Clancy had come on to her a couple times since, nothing too bad except for when he maneuvered her under the mistletoe and the company Christmas party and they'd actually kissed. Yes, she'd been forced to press her lips against a black man's. He pressed his bulge against her then too as he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, but she had kept her lips tightly closed. "That thing must really be a monster," she said again. "I wonder how big his black cock is?" Her hand started trembling as she held the key up to her door. I wish Joe's was a little bigger and fatter, she thought. Hell, I just wish he were here. I'm about ready to jump the next man who comes through my door and luckily no man did. 

Annie got out Clancy's business card. She looked at his name and cell phone number. She pictured the huge bulge straining against his tight swim trunks. "Get a grip girl," she told herself. Not only was she flirting with the perv at the library, but now she was wondering how big Clancy's penis was. Stupid fertility. Stupid raging hormones. Her panties even felt damp as she remembered the pool party. She took out her phone and dialed Clancy's number.

"Go for Clancy," said his deep voice on the other end.

"Clancy, it's Annie Whyte. I need a favor."

"I know. You're ready to try a real man. I've been expecting your call."

"Shut up." She sighed. "Is Joe with you?"

"No, just me, Ellison and Lee." Annie heard voices through the line. "Who is it?" asked either Ellison or Lee. "Joe's wife," said Clancy. His brothers laughed. "Annie big tits?" "I love Whyte titties?" They spoke softly, but Annie could hear them, hating her breasts and all the unwanted attention they had brought over the years. "When can I do you," Clancy said. "I mean what can I do for you?"




Happy Annibirthery



"This weekend is me and Joe's birthday and anniversary weekend."

"I'm sorry Annie, but he can't have off under any circumstances. We need to finish this job."

"I understand Clancy. I'm planning on driving up there and surprising him tomorrow. I just need to know what hotel you are staying at and Joe's room number."

"We're at the Triplecreek Express on the interstate. Joe's in 301."

"Thanks Clancy. You've been a big help. Maybe I'll see you there. Bye."

"Hold up," said Clancy. "I feel bad about keeping him away from you. I'm in 303. Joe and I have an adjoining door. I'll switch over to Ellison's room and leave you the key to my room at the front desk. I'll see that the doors connecting our rooms are unlocked and then you can sneak next door and really surprise him."

Annie paused to think it over. "That's a great idea. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. "I really do feel bad about this weekend and maybe this helps make up for me teasing you all the time.

"It does, I appreciate it."

"Good and maybe if Joe leaves you hanging, you can find your satisfaction in my room."

"Goodbye Clancy," she replied, frustrated with her husband's arrogant boss, but glad she'd called. Annie hung up the phone.

That night, Annie Whyte had some disturbing dreams. She was back at the pool party, surrounded by black men. Joe was nowhere in sight. She was in her bikini dancing between Clancy, Ellison, and Lee, having a great time and they kept feeding her big black cocks. They moved closer until she was sandwiched between them. Annie quickly stooped, but found herself staring at three bulging crotches. She shot up between them as Wonder Woman, flying up into the sky and landing at a motel nearby. She opened room 301. Joe was there and the room was under construction. Joe was sawing away at a board. He didn't see her. Nothing she did could get his attention. Finally frustrated and crying, she left the room still dressed as wonder woman and marched across the hall. Annie knocked on the door. Clancy opened it and smiled at her. He was wearing jeans and a superman tee shirt. He stepped aside and she entered his room. Annie/wonder woman walked over to the bed and sat down, staring in anticipation as Clancy opened his jeans and pulled out...

Annie awoke with a start. She was breathing heavily, her nipples were aching they were so hard, and her vagina was dripping with arousal. Her juices were flowing down her ass crack and had made the mattress under her crotch wet. She sobbed in frustration. She'd never been this horny before. If Joe didn't knock her up this weekend, she was definitely going to buy that dildo just to keep herself sane.

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Annie left straight from work, having packed her bags the night before. Her condition hadn't improved any. If anything, she was hornier then ever. She was sizing up men right and left. A cute eighteen year old man had come in looking for help writing a research paper. She found herself giggling around him like a school girl as she helped him in the reference section. She also caught herself leaning over the table to slide a book to him and showing him her cleavage. It worked and his eyes zoomed right in on them. She wondered if it was making his penis hard. She wondered how big it was. She wondered how many times he might get it up if they spent the night together. A teenager could surely go all night increasing the odds of impregnating her tremendously. She was worse helping a seventy year old regular customer. He was amazingly fit for his age, an ex-marine. Not very attractive, but she knew he was wealthy. He drove a Mercedes and lived in the wealthiest part of town. She leaned over him from behind and fought the urge to press her breasts into his side. This wasn't a young and virile man, but his wealth could have supported her and their baby. Annie left the library as soon as she could. A volunteer had called in sick and she hadn't been able to get off early after all. Things weren't better on the road. A policeman had pulled over a black woman. He was a big guy, leaning down and handing the woman a ticket through the window. In Annie's mind, it was she that was spread eagled against the squad car and the officer was frisking her body then pressing his bulging crotch against her ass. She caught herself pressing her foot down on the gas in hopes that a young virile cop just might pull her over. She looked up through her sun roof and saw a big hairy, bearded truck driver looking down at her as he passed her car. Annie pictured herself hitchhiking in short shorts with and a plaid blouse tied up to show her belly as the truck driver picked her up for a ride. She slid into the back of the cab and took her clothes off waiting for him to join her. Annie drove the whole way with wet panties and hard nipples.

She had packed light. She fully planned on spending the whole weekend in bed with her husband. During the day when he was working she could nap and read. She did pack her bikini just in case the hotel had a pool. Maybe she could try to tan and not get burnt? She did pack one dress in case they went out for dinner or there was some place to shop nearby. She also packed some lingerie, but didn't expect to wear it for very long.

Annie arrived at the hotel later then planned both because she hadn't gotten off as early as she'd hoped and because traffic had been heavy since it was the weekend. She parked and carried her light bag up to the front desk. "I'm Annie Whyte," she told the clerk. "I'm supposed to be moving into room 303 tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Washington said you would be arriving and left you his keys."

Mr. Washington was Clancy. "Thank you." Annie took the keys. "Can you verify for me that Joseph Whyte is in room 301?"

"Yes ma'am," said the clerk, checking his computer. "Yes, There is a Mr. Whyte is in room 301."

"Thank you," she told the clerk. Annie picked her bag up and carried it over to the elevator. She had to pass the hotel restaurant which had about a dozen people seated at the bar drinking. Most were in business suits. Two large black men stood out from the rest. They were in jeans and white tee shirts, tall dark skinned men with broad muscular chests. One was shaved bald and the other had a flat military cut. Ellison and Lee. Joe had explained to her that Clancy's mother had Clancy when she was just a teen. She apparently had rather loose morals because none of the three boys had the same father nor did either of Clancy's two sisters that she had met briefly at his pool party. The mom did marry in her mid thirties and Lee was the only legitimate child she had. There was no sign of either Clancy or her husband, though it was already after nine and Joe should be in bed already. Naked. He sleeps naked. And he often gets an erection while he sleeps. This wouldn't be the first time her husband would wake up to find her hand on his penis. He was going to be pleasantly surprised.

The elevator opened and she rode it up two more floors. The odd numbered rooms were on the left side of the hallway with 301 and 303 right outside the elevator. She opened the door to 303 and turned on the lights. Clancy had been true to his word and vacated the room. Maid service had been through that afternoon and there was no sign that a sweaty black construction worker had been sleeping here for the last week. The only thing out of place was a tray with a shot glass containing a double shot of a dark colored liquid and a bottle of champagne with two glasses. A note on the tray read; I thought you might enjoy a big black cock for your birthday. The Bubbly is for your anniversary. Clancy.

"How thoughtful," she muttered. She didn't particularly feel like drinking, but Annie lifted up the shot glass and sniffed it. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. Big black cock was too strong and potent for her taste. The best way to handle it was to just chug it down and swallow the big black cock down her throat as fast as she could. Annie tipped her head and swallowed the shot. She hacked and gasped for breath as the warmth spread through her. She hadn't had it since the pool party and it made her want to gag. A BBC was as potent as she remembered. Who would ever have thought to mix tequila with whiskey? She did like champagne and poured herself a glass. 

Annie wanted nothing more then to march next door and jump onto her husband's prick, but she forced herself to remove her clothes in an orderly manner, sipping champagne as she undressed. She stripped off her skirt and shoes. Then she opened her blouse and removed it. For some reason, she had worn her sexiest lacy black bra and panty. She didn't know why she'd put it on that morning. If she had her way, she was going to go without underwear the rest of the weekend. She neatly folded her clothes and set them on the bed. Her underwear soon followed her clothes. Annie removed and folded her glasses before untying her pony tail and letting her long black hair cascade down. She felt funky from working all day and driving more then four hours. Plus, her thighs were sticky from her being horny the whole trip. Annie decided to take a quick shower and make herself nice and fresh for the long overdue reunion with her husband.

Annie climbed under the hot shower and sighed with pleasure. She opened a bar of soap and began running it all over her body, a lather forming before she'd turn and let the spray wash it away. She used one of the hotel's shampoo bottles for her hair and was pleasantly surprised by the lavender smell. Annie climbed out of the shower and toweled herself dry. She dried her hair before curling it. This was Joe's favorite look on her and she usually curled her hair when they went out. She kept it straight and in a pony tail for work. Satisfied with her hair, she applied some makeup, but not much. A red lipstick coated her lips and she used some blue eyeliner. Joe might not even turn the light on, yet she was primping herself for a mating ritual. The only thing remaining was her lacy blue mesh camisole. She slipped it on over her head. It was Joe's favorite piece of lingerie and it was purely sexual with no practical value whatsoever. It was completely see thru and hung down to her vagina. If she were to reach up, she'd flash her beaver. If she bent down, it would just barely cover her crotch. The blue lace clung to her breasts and fell off the nipples hanging over her stomach and bellybutton. It left her shoulder, chest, and the tops of her breasts bare except for the two straps over her shoulders. Annie didn't bother with a panty. Panties would have just gotten in the way of what she needed and nothing on heaven or earth what stop her from getting what she needed. She quickly downed a second glass of champagne, throwing her head back and feeling the bubbly slide down her throat.

Annie was swaying a little as she walked over to the door adjoining their rooms. The drink had gone straight to her head and she found herself craving another shot. Perhaps big black cock was something she could get used to after all?

Annie was nervous as she tried the door. She wasn't sure if Clancy had been able to unlock it on both sides or if he had, maybe the maid had locked it again. That would ruin her plans and she'd need to cover up and knock on Joe's rooms door. That wouldn't be as fun as sneaking in, but maybe she could wrap a towel around her and flash him in the hall. Joe would like that. Luckily the door was unlocked. Clancy had come through for her. She opened it. Light shone from her room on the foot of his bed and she could make out the legs of a sleeping form. She quickly closed the door, not wanting to wake him yet. She turned her lights off and opened the door again. It creaked a little and she left it open rather then close it and risk waking Joe. She felt her way to the bed and gently pulled the covers down off her sleeping husband, climbing onto the bed.

Annie straddled Joe's crotch and was almost instantly aware that something was wrong. Her legs were spread wider open then normal like Joe had a bigger waist. She pulled the camisole up over her hips and lowered herself on his penis. The poor neglected housewife's pussy was dripping in anticipation for what was to come. Her pussy dripped onto his shaft before she'd even felt it and as she lowered herself down until her labia spread open along the large shaft of his penis, she got two surprises. One, Joe was already hard! Two, his penis felt enormous! 

Annie slid her horny pussy along the shaft, soaking it with her arousal. Joe didn't move until her pussy reached the surprisingly large round head and the end of his surprisingly long and surprisingly thick stalk. "MMMmmm," she sighed with pleasure as she pushed her pussy down onto the head, pressing it down as hard as she could. Joe stirred then. His penis flexed, lifting a little into her pussy. Her soaked labia spread itself wide around the head as the tip of his prick teased the entrance to her pussy. "Surprise," she whispered to her husband.

Joe's strong hands, hard and calloused moved to her waist. He felt the camisole as his hands slid up over her lingerie to feel her large breasts. His penis flexed again the moment he touched her nipples. He squeezed and kneaded them rougher then he normally did, but Annie wasn't complaining in the least. The fingers pinching her nipples had her moaning and sliding along his shaft. "Oh Joe," your penis feels so big tonight," she muttered. She sighed with disappointment as his hands suddenly left her breasts, but they were just moving under her camisole, coming up under her lingerie to play with her breasts and nipples again. She sighed again when his hands pulled back from her breasts. They moved back up over the camisole to the hem above her cleavage. She felt his grip on her camisole and she thought he was about to pull it over her head, but instead, there was a ripping sound and his strong hands tore his favorite piece of lingerie right down the front so that it now hung open in the front. 

Annie's pussy started quivering. Joe had never been this aggressive with her before. That single manly act of ripping her clothes off had her already wet pussy squirting all over the shaft she was astride. She felt an orgasm growing and quickly slid her pussy back up to the tip of his penis. She pressed herself hard against it and leaned forwards. Joe took the opportunity to wrap his broad flat lips around her hard pointy nipple and gently bit down upon it. "I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but I like it," she told him, moaning as she pushed back into his cock head and at least half of it entered her. 

Joe flickered his tongue back and forth over her nipple and then licked around the sensitive nub. His fingers came up to pinch her other hard nipple. She moaned in pure pleasure as she pushed her pussy back into the penis and the head completely pushed into her. The quivering in her pussy grew and grew and then exploded all over the end of his shaft. Annie panted afterwards holding still to recover. "That was a big one," she told her husband who was still busy with her tits. "Thank you." She was truly grateful. The large orgasm was exactly what she needed short of feeling him ejaculating deep inside her. "I need this big boy in me right now."

Annie slid off the end and lifted herself up. She reached down to grab his shaft. "It's as thick as a baby's arm," she said, truly surprised. It had felt big straddling it, but holding it she got a better feel for the true girth of the large penis in her hand. She slid her hand up to the tip. She hadn't even been touching the base of his shaft, but the part sliding through her hand felt far longer then her husband's penis and when her hand got to the head, the round knobby tip felt as big as a golf ball or small plum. 

Annie pulled the tip of his cock between her legs and lowered her pussy down over it. The large head spread her lips open again and pushed at the entrance to her vagina. Joe had both hands on her tits again, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She was panting and aroused, the large orgasm having done nothing to quench the fires in her pussy, those fires could only be doused with baby making sperm. She worked her pussy around the head of his penis feeling it's size and power. Her mind screamed at her through her drunken haze. Something is wrong. This isn't your husband. Maybe it is? It isn't. It can't be. But maybe it is? Maybe his penis got bigger? Could it have doubled in size? Maybe it just seems bigger? I'm so horny! This isn't your husband. But maybe it is. I gotta know. I gotta know. I need this!

Annie lowered herself down over the head, feeling it push deeper. "So big," she moaned, raising and lowering herself over the tip. Her pussy had never been so stretched out before. You should stop. "I can't stop," she whimpered out loud. Annie was fond of teasing the end of Joe's penis before slamming her pussy down over it. She'd done it the first time they had sex and many times since. She loved feeling the entirety of his hard penis slam into her. Without thinking it through, Annie raised herself up so that only the tip of his large penis head was spreading her labia apart and then she let gravity take her down fast. "Aaaaahh! OOOWWW! AARRGGHH!! Her moan of pleasure turned to pain as the head pushed deep in her and hammered into her cervix. The pain was almost unbearable. She struggled to remove the now painful organ pushing inside her, but her husband... the stranger just grabbed her waist and held her still.

He released her waist when she quit struggling. Annie held still, the end of that huge penis still pressed hard against her cervix. She wasn't even sitting in the man's lap. He returned his hands to her nipples again. The pain from having him pound her cervix slowly faded and the pleasure radiating outwards from her nipples began to replace it. The man pinched her nipples and pulled her forwards by them. He pulled her head down against his lips. Annie resisted at first, but then she parted her lips slightly and kissed the man whose penis was inside her, feeling his tongue push into her mouth. Her tongue pushed back. His cock head was now at a different angle in her pussy. As she kissed him, she felt his penis start to push deeper. There was no pain this time. This time it felt good. Her cervix was opening for him. The oversized head of his penis pushed right through and entered her womb. She slowly slid down until she was seated in his lap.

Annie broke the kiss, she sat up and arched her back loving the feeling of being fully penetrated by so big a penis. "I thought I was sneaking into my husband's room," she said. The man didn't answer. He did flex his penis muscle a couple times making his penis jerk and she responded by grinding her crotch into the root of his shaft. "Your penis sure is big," she told him. He still kept silent. "It's at least twice as big as my husband's." She waited a bit. His hands left her nipples, ran over her breasts, up to her shoulders and down her arms. He moved off her arms to feel her waist and hips then up her belly over her ribs and back to her breasts. Annie moved her own hands to his chest. Joe was fit with a great body, but this man had some real muscles, big and hard and rigid. Joe had some chest hair and she enjoyed running her fingers through the wisps of hair when she mounted him. This man had no hair, just hard solid chest. He was broader then Joe too. Her hands ran to his shoulders and then the impressive biceps on his arms. "I didn't know penises got this big," she whispered, moving her hands back to his chest. "Say something."

"Call it a cock," said a voice so deep, she felt vibrations through his chest.

"What?"

"It's not a penis, it's a cock."

"Cock," she said, feeling her pussy start to tremble again. Something about calling this stranger's penis a cock was more erotic, more exciting, then calling it a penis. At the same time warning bells were going off in her head, the voice sounded familiar. "Your cock," she moaned as he jerked his cock again. The stranger's cock had to have been at least a foot long. "Your cock is so big!"




Happy Annibirthery



"Do you like it?"

"I love it!" The vibrations grew. "I'm about to cum again," Her fingers tightened on his chest. Her pussy clamped down over his cock's shaft. Her pussy muscles squeezed every inch of the huge shaft tightly. Annie's whole body shaking. She began to sweat. Not just her nipples, but her entire areola puffed up. He squeezed her breasts. "I love your big cock."

"Tell me," he hissed. "Tell me you love my black cock."

"Aaaahh I love oohhh your black c..." Annie froze in shock as one hand left her nipple. She heard it fumbling with the light switch. There was a click and the room was illuminated. She blinked and then came all over him. The orgasm tore from her womb soaking the black cock buried hilt deep in her vagina and soaking the man's balls. Any disgust she felt seeing her small white hands gripping a dark skinned black man's chest faded with the orgasm. Any shame she felt knowing it was a black man's cock that felt so good stuffing her pussy was negated by the orgasm. Any horror she felt seeing the big lips and broad flat nose on Clancy's ugly face was nullified by the fact that she was cumming again almost immediately after the last one. "AAAHHH!" she screamed, trembling all over his cock. Her eyes locked with his. She couldn't break contact. "UUGGHH!" she moaned, trying to muffle her scream as her pussy contracted all over Clancy's big black cock and she came a third time since he turned the lights on. Annie trembled. "Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. AAAHH!!" She came a fourth time just from sitting on her husband's boss' huge black cock. 

"Damn! You're a fine looking white girl," said Clancy running his hands all over her chest and arms. Annie was still luxuriating in the pleasure she felt from having multiple orgasms. Seeing his dark calloused hands slowly moving over her pale white skin was turning her on again. He was so dark and she was so white. Clancy had just given her more orgasms in a few minutes then she'd had in the last two years. She'd cum twice once before with Joe, the first orgasm from sex and the second had occurred because that was the moment she decided she'd loved him. "Bet Joe's little boy's dick doesn't get you off like that?"

"No," she purred lazily. "It doesn't." Annie swayed in his lap, pushing her crotch down into his and slowly grinding her pussy around his cock. "You're so much bigger then Joe... JOE!" Annie came to her senses. "What happened to my husband?"

Clancy grinned at her and reached up to twirl her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "He insisted on leaving. He didn't talk to me, but told Ell that he was leaving to be with his wife on their anniversary and joint birthdays. Said that if I didn't like it well I could go screw myself because he quit. Otherwise, he'd be back Sunday night. Ell didn't tell me until he left. You probably passed each other on the highway." Clancy laughed.

"You didn't think to call me?"

"I figured Joe would call you."

"Guess he wanted to surprise me too."

"Guess he did," said Clancy. "Ell snores and this room was still rented on the company dime so I figured I'd move in here. Forgot all about the unlocked adjoining door. Lucky for me I did." Clancy flexed his cock making it jerk in her pussy. "So we gonna fuck or what?"

"Yyyeeesss!" she hissed feeling his cock jerk again. Nothing had ever felt so good to her before. There was only one thing she needed more then feeling Clancy's cock inside her and that was feeling Clancy's cock ejaculating inside her. His big black volcano erupting his hot lava into the very depths of her womb like Joe never could. But that couldn't happen. She was ovulating and so horny she was ready to fuck just about anyone even her husband's black boss. Even now the inside of her vagina was clamping down on Clancy's shaft and pulling inwards as if it was trying to milk the seed right out of the cock. "We're going to fuck," she told him, panting with her need.

"So what's the hold up?" He bucked his hips, lifting her up a little. "Work that white pussy. Fuck dat black cock. Go for Clancy."

"Lets get two things straight first. First, This is a one time thing. It's just a freak accident. It never happened. It isn't happening now. It's just a pleasant dream you're having. You quit flirting with me after this and we never mention it again. Got it?" 

"Sure thing, baby."

"Second, I'm ovulating," she said. "UUGGHH!" His cock jerked again as she spoke and his hips started bucking a little faster. It was taking every ounce of Annie's will to keep from bouncing as hard as she could in his lap. She leaned down on his chest, pressing her soft flat belly into his hard stomach. She couldn't stop it any longer and started sliding her pussy up and back into his cock. Her breasts were in the black man's face and she started moving faster when he planted his thick lips around one nipple. "You need to put on a condom," she begged.

Clancy took his lips off her nipple, but ran his tongue around her erect nub before saying. "Don't have one and wouldn't use it if I did. More fun fuckin bareback." He went back to sucking her nipple.

"Ohmygod! Going to cum again," she panted. "You gotta warn me. Can't cum in me. I know..," she breathed heavily. "I know when I'm fertile...AAHH!" His cock had jerked again. "You'll get me pregnant. AAHH!" Annie lost it and started fucking him faster. She was sliding up and down at least half his cock now from the hilt and half way up. Six inches never left her pussy. She didn't want it to leave her pussy, ever.

"I'll pull out. I promise. Roll over and let me give ya that hard fucking your pussy's craving right now. I'll pull out and cum all over your tits or you can swallow it if you want."

"NO!" Annie didn't trust the black man. "I'm staying on top." Annie figured she'd know when he was about to cum and could leap off. That big black monster could shoot it's seed all over his belly and not get her all messy or even worse gets his cum in her mouth. 

Annie bounced in his lap. She wanted to feel the full length of that mighty black cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but his cock was almost too big. She would need to squat down over his cock to be able to do that and all her orgasms had left her too weak to even try. She was forced to lean over him and slide her horny pussy back into his cock and forwards to get the full feel of most of his twelve inches. It was a good position as it had her back arched and breasts thrust out into Clancy's face so that he could suck and lick her nipples. Annie moaned sliding back into his cock as fast as she could. She began to wish she were on her back getting the hard fucking he'd promised with the entire length of his cock, but she didn't trust Clancy and stayed on top.

Annie got a better idea of what he was capable of when Clancy started bucking his hips, shoving his cock deep into her each time she was sliding back into it. Annie squealed in surprise. "Don't cum in me," she warned again just before she came all over his cock. Clancy's crotch and stomach were slick with their combined lubrication she had cum so much over it. 

"Unh unh unh," groaned Clancy. He was grunting now.

Annie moaned, throwing her head back as she ground her crotch into his for a moment before starting her slide fucking once again. "I swear you're getting even bigger."

"Getting close," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh god!" His announcement was having a strange effect on her body. Annie knew she should slide off his cock right now and just jerk him off until he shot his load all over his stomach. Instead, she started sliding her pussy around his cock even faster. "I'm gonna cum," she moaned feeling the tremors growing in her pussy.

"Me too, baby," he growled. His voice sounding strained.

"Oh god! Oh god! Feels so good," she moaned fucking back into his thrusting cock even faster now. The pressure building inside her was promising to be a big one. Maybe even bigger then any she'd had earlier. "Hold on Clancy," she pleaded. "Don't cum in me."

"FUCK!" he groaned. "Gonna blow."

"NO! Don't cum in me." Annie could feel his cock swelling to the point it might burst. Her mind told her to leap off the dangerous monster, but her body had a mind of it's own. "Don't CUM in me. IN ME! CUM IN ME!" She slammed her pussy down into the root of his cock just as his cum exploded from the tip to flood her womb in one powerful blast. "AHH AHH GIMME YOUR SEED AAARRRGGGHHH!" His cock spurted and spurted triggering her own pent up orgasm. Her vagina squeezed his jerking cock as her uterus contracted all around his cock head sucking up millions of his sperm towards her fallopian tubes. Their joint orgasm seemed to last for minutes and Annie collapsed on to Clancy before she'd even quit cumming. The extreme pleasure knocked her out cold.

Annie slowly came to her senses. She sighed in contentment. Clancy's cock still stuffed her pussy though it had lost some of it's hardness. There was a pleasant warmth that spread out from her womb. She'd never felt this satisfied from a sexual encounter before. "How long was I out?" she asked, hugging him tight. Her head rested on his shoulder, her head against his cheek.

"About ten minutes," he said, petting her long dark hair.

"Wow!"

"Wow is right, baby," said Clancy. "Sorry I didn't last too long. Your hot body drove me crazy."

"What do you mean?" she asked, lifting her head.

"You're just so fucking perfect I didn't last very long."

"I don't understand. That was like thirty minutes. Joe wouldn't have lasted ten."

Clancy leaned up and kissed her lips. "You poor thing. I knew you were needing a real man to take care of you. Next time I'll last longer. I promise."

Was he fucking kidding her? He didn't look like he was kidding. "That was amazing Clance, but like I told you earlier, this is a one time deal." Even as she spoke, she couldn't help working her squishy pussy around the length of his black cock still stuffed inside her. Squishy? "Why am I so sloppy wet?" Annie's brow furrowed as she looked deep in Clancy's eyes. "JESUS!" Annie scrambled to get off him. His limp cock plopped out of her pussy followed by a steady stream of his semen. "You came in me!" Annie threw herself off the bed and ran for the bathroom. "You came in me!"

"That was on you baby," he replied. Clancy adjusted himself on the bed. He crossed his arms and put his hands behind his head as he rested contentedly on the pillow. He watched her in the hotel bathroom. She hadn't shut the door and he could see her squatting over the toilet, trying to force his sperm out. She was frantically wiping herself with toilet paper trying to get every drop. "Might as well give up Annie. My shit shoots deep. You'll be leaking for days."

Annie didn't give up. She half thought her efforts were working as his sperm was pouring from her pussy as if she were peeing. She did lower herself onto the toilet seat and urinated hoping it would carry more of his sperm out. The problem was there was no way she could get it all and she'd lain on top of him for ten minutes with his cock plugging her up like a cork holding all his semen inside her. Her womb was still radiating a pleasurable heat even as it felt bloated, swollen with millions of sperm and all it would take was one.

Annie finally gave up. The steady flow had turned to a drip, but her womb still felt like it had a water balloon inside it from all the sperm trapped behind her cervix. Clancy's big black cock seemed to have been designed to breed a woman. "You came in me," she said once again as she left the bathroom.

Clancy climbed off the bed and walked up to her. Annie hadn't really gotten a good look at his cock before. Now she stared at it. His penis looked like a spoiled black banana swinging between his legs. It was still nearly a foot in length and the head nearly reached his knees. It was pushed out slightly from the presence of two testicles so big and swollen, the could have been small coconuts. No wonder he came so much!

"You were in control, remember?" He walked up to her and rested his hands on her shoulders. "I tried to warn you, but in the end you were begging for it."

Annie flushed with shame. He was right. "I'm not in my right mind when I get like this," she said looking down between them. Down at his huge cock. 

Clancy cupped her chin and turned her face back up into his. "It's ok." He gently kissed her. "Everything will be alright." He kissed her again. "If it's mine, I'll take care of it."

He bent down to kiss her again, but Annie reared back and put her hands on his chest to push him away. "I don't want your baby. I want to have one with my husband."

"To late for that," said Clancy with an evil grin. He pulled her tighter into him and brought his lips against hers. 

Annie held her lips tightly closed, but as she felt his tongue pushing between them, she parted her lips and let him in. Her hands had been pushing against his chest. It was like trying to move a brick wall, but instead of pushing, they started sliding along his torso, feeling his hard muscles. So different from her husband's. Clancy reached between them and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from rubbing his chest. He pulled her wrist down to his cock and she wrapped her hand around it feeling it stiffen again. She moaned as they kissed and her hand started stroking the growing cock. He growled. His hand came up to squeeze and pinch her hard nipples. Annie probably wasn't even aware of it, but she was lifting herself up on her tip toes trying to get her pussy closer to the tip of his cock. She broke the kiss. "I can't believe this big thing was inside me." She stared down at her hand stroking his length.

"Well it was hilt deep, baby," he whispered. "Here, I can prove it." He spun her around and walked her back a step to the bed. Clancy put his beefy hand on her back and pushed her down on the bed.

"Ooomph!" cried Annie, falling on her stomach. She pushed herself up on all fours which was just what he wanted. Strong black hands grabbed her hips even as she felt the fat head of his cock poking between her legs. "One time thing," she panted even as she opened her legs slightly and felt his cock head press hard against the entrance to her pussy. She sighed at it stretched her open and slipped inside. "Just don't cum in me," she told him.

Clancy chuckled. "Little late for that, baby, but whatever you want." He pulled and pushed on her hips as she took more and more of his length inside her. His cock head pressed against her cervix which opened at his knock finally releasing some of the semen trapped inside. The head of his cock pushed into her womb and Clancy was balls deep inside her again. "Now I'm gonna show ya how a real man fucks."

And he did. Clancy gave her the fucking her body had been craving the first time when she rode him. He used the entire length of his cock to fuck her hard and fast. Minute after minute ticked by on the clock without the powerful black man slowing his speed. Annie started cumming again, early and often. It started to feel like she was having an orgasm every fifth stroke. They were big, but they got bigger when Clancy placed the tip of his large thumb against her anus and started rubbing it. She almost struggled from the shock, but it felt good. It felt even better when her tight little rosebud opened up and his thumb pushed inside. The added stimulation made her orgasms even bigger.

He fucked her like that for a good twenty minutes before pushing her down and his cock sprang free. Annie was expecting to feel a rain of his hot cum down on her back, but he was only switching positions. Clancy rolled her over on her back and climbed on the bed. He spread her legs open and kneeled between them. Annie looked down at the gigantic rampant cock rearing up above her dark black pubic hair. She'd never seen anything so beautiful, so perfect, or so exciting before. He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling in to his cock. Annie grabbed the tip and squeezed. "You put it in," he ordered. She guided the end of his cock back towards the entrance to her pussy. It was so hard and rampant, it was actually difficult to pull it down and she raised her pussy slightly to meet it. "Tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me," she said, pushing her vulva up into his cock head.

"Use my name."

"Fuck me Clancy."

"With what, SLUT!" He hissed.

Annie felt her own arousal squirt around his cock head when he called her a slut. No man had ever talked to her like that before. "With your big black cock," she responded, feeling the head push through her fingers and enter her. Inch after inch of his dark cock meat slid past her fingers and into her pussy. "Fuck me with your big black cock, Clancy," she purred.

"You got it, slut," he growled, cupping his strong arms under her knees and lifting her pussy up to get a better angle. Clancy's cock began fucking her, slowly at first, but turning into a rapid piston.

Annie stared down her pale white body. Her big breasts were shaking under the strength of his thrusts. Her white belly was undulating sinuously down towards the dark hair patch on her pussy and the dark black shaft fucking her so hard it was almost a blur. Her eyes roamed up the dark muscular body to meet his eyes and the orgasms started coming. "Ugh ugh ugh fuck me ohmygod bigblackcock fuck me FUCK ME! AAHH! SO GOOD! Ugh ugh ugh cumming again cumming again cumming fuck me slut pussy ugh ugh ugh cum in me FUCK! Seed me! Cumming CCUUMMIINNGG!! CUM IN ME!"

"You sure, you fucking white slut?"

"YES! CUM IN ME! SEED MY WHITE PUSSY!" 

"You got it," said Clancy. His cock had been swelling again and he was fucking her even harder. Sweat had appeared on his brow and chest. He slammed his cock deep and held it still.

"YES! GOD YES!" screamed the horny white wife as the first wad of his semen flooded her womb. "GOD YES!" Her entire body went crazy. She was writhing in ecstasy on the bed, humping her pussy up into his cock like crazy. Wad after wad of semen sprayed millions of more sperm into her contracting uterus. "GOD YES!" Annie sobbed with pleasure, tears rolling down her cheeks. Clancy didn't keep his cock buried this time. He yanked it out from her protesting pussy. Her crotch tried to follow his retreating cock to keep it in her, but it sprang free. Her eyes fell on the rampant monster as it continued to shoot jet after jet of white semen over her body. She felt his hot seed rain down upon her. It struck her face, chin, chest, breasts, and belly. "God yes!" she cried more softly this time. Her hands were running all over her body, rubbing his semen into her skin. She slid her wet hands all around her stomach and breasts, rubbing his seed into her nipples, even flicking her tongue out to taste a bit that had fallen across her lips. She took the small wad into her mouth, rolled it around on her tongue and swallowed. Something she never did for her husband.

Clancy collapsed beside her. "You're amazing, baby," he groaned.

"And you're dangerous," she replied. Her body was still writhing sensuously and her own fingers were pinching her nipples. Amazingly, her body was still cumming. It was a small orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless. "Oh God! What have I done?" Annie quickly jumped off the bed. Her pussy was so flooded with sperm she had to cup her hands under her as she waddled to the door adjoining the rooms. Annie opened and shut the door just as her cell phone went off. "Fuck! That's Joe."

Annie waddled over to her purse and pulled her phone out. She checked the screen. Sure enough it was Joe. She went over to sit on the bed answering the phone. "Hi honey," she sobbed.

"Annie, What's wrong? Why are you crying? Where are you it's late?"

Annie started crying loudly. "I'm at your hotel," she moaned. Clancy's sperm was still flooding from her pussy and it was all over her hands. She wiped it off on her nude body as she slid back on the bed and raised her crotch up to keep his seed from leaking out any further. The maid was sure going to have a mess to clean up tomorrow in both rooms. "I wanted to surprise you. Waaaaaa."




Happy Annibirthery



"Calm down honey, it's not the end of the world. I thought I'd surprise you."

"I ugh know ugh waaaaa I just wanted to be with my husband on our annibirthery. Waaaaaa."

"Me too my love. I didn't think it was going to happen, but Clancy insisted that I leave to go home right after work today."

"Clancy... let you have off?"

"Yeah. I'm as surprised as you, but he qualified it by giving me work to do at his office."

"Oh god! Waaaaaa!"

"Annie, Annie, calm down. It'll be alright. You can drive home tomorrow and we'll have tomorrow night to celebrate our anniversary and most of Sunday to celebrate your birthday before I have to drive back. How's that sound?"

"Okay," she sobbed.

"You can sleep in too. The work he's gave me is going to take the most of the day, but I'll be done in time to take my lovely wife out to a nice romantic dinner. I didn't check out of my room so you can sleep there without paying for a room. Just ask the clerk at the front desk for a key. Get a good night's rest and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too Joe and happy birthday."

"Thanks. Bye."

"Bye," she replied, turning her phone off. Annie looked up at her crotch. It was still raised up above her head, but she could still feel sperm bubbling up out of her pussy and flowing down the crack of her ass. Her belly and breasts were coated with a mixture of liquefied semen and flakes of dried semen. It suddenly occurred to her that having her crotch elevated was holding his semen inside her when what she wanted to do was get as much of it out of her as she possibly could. Annie dropped her ass down on the bed. Screw the mess.

Annie stood off the bed. Between working all day, the long drive, and the mind blowing sex, she should be exhausted, but instead she felt energized. Her entire body felt great. She'd never felt this good. Annie glanced over at the door between their rooms. She didn't know whether to go over there and thank Clancy or to put a pillow over his head while he slept. Instead she muttered with pure vehemence. "Screw you, you black fucking bastard." Clancy had set the whole thing up and she was pissed, but she was also filthy. Annie hurried over to her bathroom and turned the shower on. As she slipped inside, the door between their rooms opened.

Clancy stood and watched her shower for some time. The door was clear enough to give him exciting glimpses of her magnificent body as she furiously lathered her belly and breasts to get his cum off. His cock swelled a little, but still hung limp. Finally, when Annie put her head back under the shower to wash her long dark hair. He entered the bathroom.

Annie thought she heard the shower door creak and wiped the water from her eyes. At first the giant black form that came into focus scared her until she realized who it was. Her reaction was still to protect her modesty and she threw one arm across her chest and held her hand over her crotch. Her breasts were slippery from the soap and one popped out above her arms. She realized how foolish it was to cover up after what she'd just done with this man so she removed her arms and instead used them to pound her fists on his chest. "Asshole! Asshole! How could you?"

Her tiny fists couldn't hurt him, but Clancy grabbed her upper arms and pulled her into him anyway. "There there honey. Everything's gonna be fine." He rubbed her back and the back of her hair.

"You lied," she sobbed, but she was embracing him back. "How could you?"

"How could I not? I've wanted you since the day I saw you in your bikini at my pool party. You are just so sexy and perfect. I didn't think it would work, but it did and it was wonderful. Better then I expected. You're the best fuck ever."

"Mine too," she replied. Annie was hugging him tightly. Her breasts were mashed into his stomach. She could feel his penis swaying against her thigh. It felt good to embrace him. He almost made her feel like everything was going to be fine. Almost. "Why are you in here?"

"I knew you were upset and wanted to console you." He pulled his upper torso back, but kept their crotches together. Clancy reached out and cupped her heavy breast. Her nipple was already hard from embracing him, but she watched as her entire areola puffed up even more, the pink skin raising up off the white. He bent forward and kissed her. 

Annie kissed him back and he pinched her nipple. He was getting her worked up again. "We can't fuck again," she told him. "It's too risky."

"I know," he said, grinning. "It was just a one time thing. I just figured we could conserve water and shower together. Help this hotel go green. Besides, I'm happy just staring at your sexy body."

Annie had brought body wash because she didn't care for hotel soaps. Clancy took the bottle from the rim of the shower and squirted some on his hands. For the next ten minutes, his large callused black hands ran over every inch of her body. She shivered at his touch. His hands were everywhere, arms, belly, breasts, hips, between her thighs, fingers working over her slit until she started humping him before his fingers ran up between her ass cheeks, pressing against her anus.

Clancy handed her the bottle of body wash and it was his turn to watch her dainty white hands sliding over his hard wet black body. There wasn't a soft spot on the older black man's body. His arms and chest were hard as a rock. Her hands slid over his biceps, pectorals, nipples, and abdominals. This was a man that clearly worked out. She reached down through his curly black pubic hairs and grabbed his cock. It was at half mast as her hand started cleaning it. Clancy moved his hands to her shoulders and gently applied pressure. Annie lowered herself to her knees. His cock was sticking straight out now. It looked clean so she released it. Her hands moved to soap and clean his testicles. His big brown balls still bore the residue of their love making. Dried flakes of sperm covered them and they were sticky. Her hands hefted and kneaded both heavy balls, massaging his nut sack. They were still heavy despite the two voluminous loads he'd blown. Her hands moved to his thighs and down to his knees.

Clancy shifted position and his cock slid across her cheek. Annie moved her head away from it, but the bobbing head seemed to follow her. The urethra moved and slid right across her lips. Annie pulled her head back away from it, but the bulbous head followed her, pushing against her nose before sliding back down to her lips. "What are you waiting for?" asked Clancy, towering above her. "Suck that big black cock."

Annie went down on her husband occasionally. In fact, he always got a blow job today as a birthday present. Probably, the reason he'd sped home so quickly when Clancy gave him off. Joe would also go down on her on her birthday. Something he only did once a year. She let Joe cum in her mouth, but she never swallowed. She looked up submissively at her husband's boss. He was looking down at her expectantly. Clancy raised his eyebrows questioning her. Annie continued to stare at him as she opened her mouth and kissed his cock head. 

It didn't take long for her reluctance to fade. She ran her tongue over every inch of his throbbing cock before moving her head back and taking the end on her mouth. Annie began sucking him in earnest. She stroked his shaft with one hand while massaging his balls with her other as she sucked the tip in and out of her mouth. I can't believe this thing fitted inside me, she thought. The head was pushing down her throat. She relaxed her muscles and pushed her body forwards. She felt like she was choking on a golf ball as the head slid past her tonsils. Annie resolved the give him the best blow job of his life. She owed this man for giving her the best sex of her life. The lying bastard had tricked her into adultery and most likely impregnated her with a baby that she wouldn't be able to pass off as Joe's. She should be biting down on his cock instead of trying to get the whole thing down her throat. Yet this was where she wanted to be. She wanted to be kneeling at his feet sucking his titanic black cock more then she wished she were home with Joe. If by some miracle, she wasn't knocked up, she wondered if Clancy would let her come around and suck him off occasionally? She could suck this cock in his office or by his pool and then they could fuck again. His cock was turning her into a whore. She needed to forget him which was hard with half his cock shoved down her mouth. She needed to break it off immediately, but first she'd deep throat him and take his seed in her mouth and maybe just maybe, she'd swallow his load to show her respect for him. Then she would break it off.

Annie breathed deeply through her nose and pushed forwards. His cock pushed it's way deeper down her throat and probably into her belly. She didn't stop until she felt his pubes tickling her nose. His cock jerked inside her which she took as a sign that he was pleased with her and Annie was filled with a deep sense of happiness. She wanted to gag, needed to gag, but she held it off bobbing her head back and forth over a few inches. When she couldn't take it any more, Annie pulled back until his cock head receded into her mouth and sprang free past her lips. She gasped for air while stroking his shaft with both hands to keep him excited. The spray from the shower was splattering on the back of her head as she leaned forward and took the end in her mouth again. This time, she worked his cock with both her hands and her mouth, feeling it grow and vibrate. Annie growled with lust. She wanted his seed more then anything in the world at that moment. His cock grew and swelled up as his orgasm approached, but just as he was about to blow, she lost it. She slipped a little and his cock sprang free of her mouth. His hot sperm splattered all over her face before she managed to pull the tip back into her mouth. The amount of his ejaculate hadn't diminished from earlier and she wasn't disappointed as his second wad completely filled her mouth. He tasted good. Annie happily swallowed it down just as his third wad nearly filled her mouth and then his fourth filled half her mouth and then his fifth filled a quarter. She gulped every bit down as fast as she could, jerking his shaft towards her mouth to make sure she got every drop. "I actually enjoyed that," she said, licking her lips.

"Yeah, me too." He laughed. "Lets get out of here."

They toweled each other off. "Damn gurl, I can't get enough of your hot body. When we gonna fuck again?"

"We're not," she told him emphatically. "Right now I'm just hoping for a miracle that I'm not pregnant."

"I told you, I'd take care of it," said Clancy. "I got plenty of money."

Money! Money and cock! Clancy had money and cock. He would be a better provider for the baby, more money, bigger house and cock. He had cock. His money could provide for the baby while his cock could provide for her. Fuck me. FUCK ME AGAIN. "We're done. I need to get home to Joe," she sighed. 

"Really baby? You could give this up?" He hefted his still thick cock.

"No, I mean yes. I mean, maybe we could get together and I could suck you off from time to time?"

"Anytime, baby. You know where to find me." Clancy looked around her room. "Hey your bed's not all messed up. We should sleep here tonight."

"No we just me," said Annie. "There's no doubt where that would lead and I need a good nights sleep for the drive back home tomorrow morning. Go back to your room."

"Have it your way." Clancy held his hands up in surrender. He walked over to the adjoining door and opened it. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." He left and closed the door.

Annie relaxed. She hadn't realized how tense she'd been confronting him. It wasn't that she didn't trust Clancy, well she didn't, but it was more that she didn't trust herself. The thought of sharing the bed with him had thrilled her. Just the idea of being snuggled by his strong black arms sent a thrill of excitement up her spine. She'd sleep peacefully and contentedly from the amazing sex, but at some point, his cock would start poking her and she'd spread her legs to receive him again. In the morning, she'd reach down and shake his black cock back to life before crawling down under the covers and sucking him again. She could still do that. Annie decided to wake up a little early and sneak over there to suck him off one more time before hitting the road. He'd fill up her belly so nicely, she could skip breakfast. They could even arrange their next meeting so she could blow him again. 

Annie slipped into the bed and sighed in contentment. Clancy was right. The nicely made bed was snug and comfortable. The pillows were cold just the way she liked them. Annie had cheated on her husband on his birthday. She felt guilty, but then again sex with Clancy had been absolutely amazing. Her hormone crazed body knew exactly what it needed for satisfaction and that was apparently a foot long black cock or to be more precise, the deep womb filling seeding that a foot long black cock had provided her. Annie's body was moving slightly under the covers. Her hips rising almost imperceptibly into the imaginary thrusts of Clancy's black cock. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Annie had another pool party dream. This time, she was walking around in her black bikini, waving and greeting all the black guests. She was playing the hostess. Joe was nowhere in sight. She walked over to Clancy who was manning the grill. He leaned down and kissed her, then bent further down and kissed her swollen belly. Her sexy stomach had turned bloated and round at eight months pregnant. Her belly button had popped out. "You look uncomfortable honey," said Clancy. He untied the top of her bikini revealing her breasts. They'd grown a cup in size and her areola had grown with them. They were swollen and milk laden. Clancy pulled her bikini bottoms down. He playfully smacked her bare ass. Nude, Annie walked around the pool greeting and hugging his guests. The women had disappeared, but all the men were still there, now naked with long black cocks dangling down or semi-swollen. The men kissed her or pinched her nipples, or cupped her crotch, or grabbed a handful of ass. She grabbed handfuls of cock and stroked them while they kissed her or bent to kiss her belly. Clancy's half brother, Ellison came up and started rubbing suntan lotion all around her swollen belly. 

Annie stirred, half awake from the dream. The dream hadn't been that bad. Actually, she'd enjoyed it and woken up aroused. The creaking of the adjoining door had awoken her. Through half lidded eyes, she saw Clancy's large dark form hovering over the bed. She felt the covers being pulled down off her naked body. His strong hand cupped her breast, hesitantly at first, but turning more aggressive as he ran it over the smooth curvature to find her erect nipple. The hand slid down her belly to the wisps of her pubic hair. He moved further down to pull the covers down her legs. He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled her feet out from under the covers, spreading her legs open. This was so hot and arousing. Her body wanted him again and there was no way she was going to stop him. All thoughts of stopping him fled when she felt his tongue on her inner thigh. She spread her legs wider as he moved between them. His tongue found her clit, flickered over it and then moved deeper. He paused at her labia as if shocked by her wetness. She almost laughed. She had the impression that he was trying to get her worked up and ready to receive him again, but had found her already well lubricated. To his credit, he continued, his tongue working it's way between the wet folds of her vagina into her and lapping up over her pussy lips to her clit again. 

Annie started moaning quickly. It felt wonderful to be eaten. She thrashed her head back and forth, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. He pushed her thighs up and back, his tongue running from her distended clitoris down to her anus, even going so far as to press into her puckered little rosebud. He'd played with her ass earlier and was clearly into a little anal play, something she would have considered disgusting earlier that day, but now it was something that added to her pleasure. His tongue moved over her labia again and wiggled inside her. Clancy sure knew his way around a pussy. Her moans turned to a gasp of pleasure as his meaty fingers found their way inside her and started finger pumping her. He brought her right to the brink of orgasm before stopping and sitting up.

Annie spread her legs wide as he moved up to kneel between them. His cock head made a clumsy attempt to enter her. She was so eager that she leaned up and grabbed his mighty shaft, guiding it right to her pussy. He felt even thicker then he had earlier as she gripped it. She still couldn't get over how big his cock was. She rubbed the head up and down her aroused vulva before lining it up with her vagina and pulling it inside her. Despite being stretched out from their previous encounter, the big head still had to force it's way into her. She released the shaft and laid back down with a contented sigh. He was working his cock around, loosening her up and lubricating his shaft so that he could push it deeper. Annie reached up and felt for the hard muscles on his chest, running her hands over them. She wished the lights were on and she could see her white skin against his black again. "Unngh!" she grunted as his cock pushed deeper. He really did feel thicker this time. It felt good, but her pussy was forced to stretch even wider to accommodate him. "Ugh ugh ugh. "I love feeling your cock in me, Clance," she hissed trying to excite him. "Promise me one thing. Don't cum inside me again. Just promise me that," she said. He remained silent. "Please. Don't make me pregnant. No matter how much I beg for you to cum in me, just pull it out and spray your seed all over me or I can swallow it again. Come on. Just promise me that, Clancy."

"Sure," he said, his voice deep and husky.

Annie relaxed. "Then fuck me with that big black cock," she told him. He continued working his cock in, deeper and deeper. The head hit her cervix, but it no longer hurt. He angled his cock and pushed the head up and through her cervix into her womb as he buried his cock to the root in her. Annie shuddered and came all over his shaft. His cock head wasn't quite filling her womb this time even though it was buried to the hilt in her welcoming pussy. It must have been the angle she thought as Clancy lowered himself down on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He brought his lips down to hers as he slowly started pumping her pussy with his big cock. 

Annie moaned as his tongue dueled with hers. Clancy was using a different technique this time and she didn't like it. He was taking her like a husband takes a wife and that was wrong. This was more passionate, more like making love then raw animal fucking. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back hard as she lifted herself off the bed, clinging to him and came all over his cock. Annie relaxed and fell back down on her back. His cock never quit the slow rhythmic pumping. Clancy did break lip contact, moving his lips and tongue down to her neck before arching his back so that his mouth could reach her hard pointy nipples. He let out a low animalistic growl of lust when his tongue found her hard erect nipple. "Oh god! Your cock feels so good, baby," she moaned, holding his neck as he suckled her sensitive nipple. He groaned again. "I love the way you fuck me with that black cock." 

"Unnnhh!" grunted her black lover, his cock flexing inside her.

"Oh! Oh yeah! OH! Ahhh that's it baby, keep fucking me. Getting close, lover."

"Unnnhh," groaned Clancy breaking lip contact with her nipple and arching his back. His thrusts were increasing in speed.




Happy Annibirthery



He's getting close, she thought. It was quicker then last time. He must really be excited. Hell, I'm really excited. His cock is getting bigger. I'm fucking a huge black cock bare back during my fertile period and it's about to blow. So risky. So HOT! Annie's entire body started trembling as her orgasm approached. "SEED ME!" she hissed. Clancy started fucking her faster. His strong arms were holding him up as his hips pumped his massive cock in and out of her needy pussy. "Cum in me," she ordered, hoping that he wouldn't listen to her earlier demands to pull out. She wrapped her legs tight around his broad waist to keep him inside her. "Inseminate me, stud. Seed my white pussy. Give me your cum. Gimme. Gimme."

Clancy wasn't even trying to pull out. "FFUUCCKK!!" he groaned, slamming his cock deep. The first wad of his ejaculate striking the back of her womb.

"YES!" screamed Annie, bucking her ass up into his cock. "Aaaahhhh gawd." Her orgasm was big, lasting as long as his cock continued to shoot his seed into her womb. Her pussy was contracting like crazy around the thick shaft buried inside her. Her vaginal muscles milked his shaft inwards coaxing every last drop of his fertile seed into her womb. 

They were both gasping for air by the time their orgasms had stopped. Annie purred seductively. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head down to hers. "You broke your promise," she whispered. "Thank you." And then she kissed him passionately. "You're amazing, but we can't keep going like this." She kissed him again. "No more." She kissed him again. "I'll suck you off in the morning if you want, but no more cumming in my pussy." She kissed him. "Now I better go get cleaned up."

Annie hurried to the bathroom, his cum dripping from her pussy with each step. She flipped the bathroom light switch, blinking her eyes as the room went from total darkness to brightly lit. She squatted over the toilet for a few minutes trying to squeeze his semen out of her pussy. It dripped out so fast, it sounded like she was urinating. The gesture was futile as there was still plenty of sperm trapped behind her cervix. Clancy's penis was the perfect delivery vehicle for inseminating a woman with his little baby makers. It wasn't just the deep penetration or the sheer volume of his sperm, but all the orgasms it induced in her greatly increased the odds of getting her pregnant. She wondered if Clancy were special or if all black men were thus equipped. She'd never been a crotch watcher especially with black men, but it was too hard to believe they all were so gifted. Clancy must be special. Annie's crotch was a gooey mess so she decided to take a quick shower. She ended up squatting in the shower, watching more gooey strands of semen floating in the water to get sucked down the drain. She stood grabbed a washcloth and poured body wash onto it, squatting again and scrubbing between her legs as best she could. 

Annie got a surprise when she returned to her bed. Clancy was still there. She felt the big man's weight beside her. She figured he would head back to his room after he'd gotten what he wanted. He moved and got off the bed. He entered her bathroom, she blinked as the light came on and she made out the his dark muscular torso disappearing through the door. She closed her eyes and listened to his strong stream of piss striking the toilet bowl. Annie stretched and flipped her pillow over to the cold side. She heard him come out of her bathroom. "Goodnight," she told him, guessing he would go back to his room. Instead, he climbed back on the bed near the foot. 

Annie felt his strong hands on her hip. He applied pressure trying to push her on her stomach. She obliged, a part of her wishing he was about to give her a good back rub with his strong hands like Joe sometimes did. Instead, he grabbed her waist and pulled her up until she was on all fours. Annie couldn't believe it, but within seconds, his hard cock head was rubbing against her pussy lips again. They parted as he pushed inside her. "Aaaahhh," she sighed, feeling his pleasure giving cock working in and out of her. "I love feeling you inside me Clance, but I said no more and I meant no more." He pushed deep until the head hit her cervix again and then he slowly removed his shaft. Despite her verbal objections, her pussy reacted by clamping down around his shaft, trying to hold it inside her. She missed his cock the moment it was gone. It wasn't just her body that wanted his cock, her mind was urging her to beg him to fuck her again. Please seed me Clancy. I need your cum. Her ability to reason not to mention her exhaustion kept her mouth shut.

He rested his big hard shaft between her ass cheeks. Annie heard a click. He'd opened a bottle. A cold viscous liquid splattered on her butt cheeks as he squeezed the bottle over his cock. His hand touched her ass and she felt his grab and stroke his cock, coating it with the fluid. Annie couldn't figure out what he was up too. He was lubricating his cock for something and she guessed he planned on jerking off over her. His hand squeezed her right ass cheek, the thumb falling between the crack between her cheeks. He ran his hand down, his thumb pushing down between her cheeks until it found her anus. It circled around her tight puckered little ass hole. The thumb had some of the liquid on it and Annie guessed that it was her body wash from the bathroom. "Aaahhh!" she gasped as his thumb pushed inside her again. She never would have imagined that anal play could enhance sexual pleasure, but it did and if he kept it up, she really would be begging for him to fuck her again. He adjusted his position and she felt his cock head on her vulva. Annie smiled, eyes still closed. He'd won. She was ready to fuck him again. Ready to feel his cock spurting his hot fertile seed deep in her womb again.

But the penetration never came. Instead, the cock head slid up to his hand and the thumb in her anus. He was using his thumb as a guide. No sooner had Clancy slowly pulled his thick thumb out of her rectum then Annie felt his huge cock head pushing down on her sphincter. "Uh Clancy?" she questioned as her rosebud began opening. Opening for an object as big as a golf ball. "Clancy?" His only response was a soft slap on her ass to shut her up.

"Fuckin tight," he growled.

Oh shit! She thought as the head continued to push against her anus. "OW! CLANCY!" 

SLAP! He spanked her ass harder. 

Tears started rolling down Annie's cheek. She sobbed, then laughed as she thought that at least this way there wasn't any risk of pregnancy. It hurt. Oh god, it hurt. She couldn't understand why her ass wasn't tearing. Her anus was opening wider and wider and wider and just when she thought Clancy's cock was going to rip it open, the head pushed inside her. "UUUNNGGHHH!" she grunted, thanking god he'd lubed his cock up with the body wash. He tested the snug fit out by working the tip of his cock around a bit before pushing it deeper. "UUGGHH! It's too big! This isn't going to work Clance. OW! OW! Alright, that's deep enough. OW! TOO THICK! Put it back in my pussy. Please. PLEASE! You can cum in me. OW! OW! UNH! OH! Oh! Oh god! That's deep. Doesn't hurt so much anymore. Gimme a little more. Oh! Ah! YES! YYEESS! Fuck my ass." SLAP! He spanked her again, working his cock in and out now. "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY SLUT ASS! YYEESSSS! I Like it, Clance." Annie pushed herself up and began pushing back into his cock's thrusts. "Your big black cock feels so good fucking my white ass, Clancy."

"Take it all, bitch," he growled.

He was deep fucking her bowels now. His heavy scrotum was smacking against her vulva and it was arousing her. His ball sack was getting wet with her arousal. The repeated slapping of Clancy's oversized testicles against her blood engorged labia and clitoris combined with the pleasure of having his cock fucking her ass had her trembling with an approaching orgasm. This was unbelievable. How had a romantic surprise for her husband turned into multiple womb-fulls of a black man's seed, a blow job in the shower and now her first ass fucking? Because he'd lied and tricked her, that's how, but oh god was it worth it. Annie sobbed with joy. "I wanna do this again," she told him. "I want you to fuck my ass again. I want to suck your cock again." I want to fuck you and feel you cum inside me, she thought. Oh god, I want to fuck him again. I want this all the time.

SLAP! He spanked her, increasing his thrusts.

"You own my white ass," she told her black lover just as her orgasm broke. "AAAHHH! CCUUMMIINNGG!! His thick cock felt even thicker and then it jerked and she felt a warmth spreading deep in her bowels. Annie collapsed forwards onto her head and arms. She passed out to the feelings of his cock still jerking and spurting his hot cum deep into her ass. She wasn't sure how long she slept, but when she slowly came back to her senses, she was in the same position, ass in the air, but his cock was gone. His semen was bubbling to the top of her anus and running down over her vulva in a steady trickle. Clancy was beside her and snoring now. Annie moved and put her knee in a large sticky wet pool of semen right under her clit. Again, she wondered how long, she'd been out to leak this much semen. 

Annie slid off the bed and went back to the bathroom for another thirty minutes trying to get clean. When she returned to her bed, she climbed in, feeling the now cold wet spot right under her back. She wiggled over to the black man. He grunted and turned into her. She turned on her side and pushed her ass back into his crotch. This was how she slept with her husband, but the swollen cock pushing against her clearly wasn't her husband's. Clancy threw his arm over her, still snoring peacefully. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, bringing his arm back closer to her. She placed his hand right on her soft breast. He squeezed it several times and she fell asleep nestled in the black man's arms, cock pressing into her ass cheeks and his hand on her breast.

Annie awoke to light coming in the window. She had rolled over onto her stomach. She turned and faced Clancy. He was on his back, a pillow over his head. She reached out and felt his muscles, fit chest. Her nipples started growing as she watched her white hand run down to his stomach. His cock was plump and swollen, but soft. Her hand slid down to it and stroked it. It hardened in seconds. Annie leaned over him and kissed his chest, then his abdominals, then stomach, working her way down to his cock. It was sticking up, head past his navel. Her tongue twirled around it and then she took him in her mouth and began sucking him.

She gave him a loving blow job, thanking him for the amazing night. Clancy groaned and shifted above her, but she only had eyes for his cock. It had felt thicker last night and he felt thicker in her throat then he had when she blew him in the shower. It wasn't quite as long either. Close, but it was half an inch to an inch shorter then yesterday. Joe's cock... no, Joe's penis changed size all the time. She was quite fascinated with her husband's little penis. She'd seen it pathetically small, sunk into his scrotum after a cold dip in the pool. She'd seen it swollen and engorged right after cumming. She'd once thought it was huge when it was swollen. How could that be huge when it was only half the size of the real man's cock halfway down her throat. And the real man's cock, the black cock was getting bigger. He was going to cum and Annie wanted to taste him again. She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, jerking his hard shaft and running her tongue all over the knobby head. The room was more lit now. She moaned around his cock running her hand up his stomach. His skin didn't seem quite as dark as it had yesterday. Clancy was black, very African looking. Today his skin was a dark brown. 

The cock exploded, pumping her mouth full of his hot seed. Annie moaned, loving the taste of a black man's cum. She looked up to see it she had pleased her black lover and found herself looking up into the face of ELLISON! 

Annie gulped his sperm down as she stared up at Clancy's half-brother in shock. She was so shocked, Ellison's cock plopped out of her mouth and his sperm blew across her face. Her mouth hung open. His sperm splattered all over her face again, some falling on her lips and in her mouth. She licked her lips. Then something clicked in her brain, it no longer mattered that she wasn't with the man she thought she was with. He still had a huge black cock full of tasty cum. She caught his cock and pulled it back into her mouth getting several more blasts across her tongue.

Annie jerked the remaining sperm from his shaft before leaping to her feet. She flashed him an evil stare before turning and running off to the bathroom. She used the toilet and then brushed her teeth, rinsing her mouth out with mouthwash afterwards. Annie angrily stormed back into the bedroom and wagged her finger at Ellison. "Just what the hell is going on?"

"Dayum gurl," he said, staring at her breasts and belly. "I knew you were fine, but not this fine."

Annie suddenly felt very naked. She'd done things with this man last night, but he hadn't been able to see her body. It was a foolish reaction, but she still felt self conscious that she was exposing herself to a strange black man. She held her arms across her bosom and one hand over her pubic mound. In all fairness though, she was enjoying the sight of the long floppy cock laying over Ellison's thigh. "Answer my question."

Ellison continued laying on the bed. The sight of Annie's gorgeous body with her pale unblemished skin had his cock stirring. He watched her move over to her suit case and pull out a bra and panty. "I stopped by to see Clancy last night and he told me that you'd just walked into his room last night and mounted his pole like some cock hungry whore."

Annie felt her face turn red with anger. "He told you that did he?" she said threw gritted teeth. "Did he tell you that he tricked me into thinking I was sneaking into my husband's room." Annie was so mad and didn't care anymore that Ellison was staring at her. She quit covering her goods and stepped into her panties. Her heavy bosom dangled as she leaned down to step into her underwear. She stood back up and noticed his cock had turned fully hard again. Her nipples were starting to stick out as she put the bra on. The underwear didn't do much to cover her. The material was sheer and lacy blue clearly showing both her nipples and her black pubic hair through the material. She'd only brought her sexiest lingerie for her meeting with her husband. "Did he tell you that he sent Joe home and took his room after I told him I was coming here to surprise my husband?"

"Nope. He just said that you were into black cock and snuck into his room to fuck and suck him off."

"He's a liar!"

Ellison shrugged. "I didn't believe him either so he told me to go on over to your room and see for myself. You seemed into it to me." Ellison made his voice go high pitched like a woman's saying, "Don't cum in me. Cum in me. Oh baby, seed me. Seed my white pussy."

The flush in Annie's face moved down her body to chest and breasts as her anger grew. She didn't even bother dressing the rest of the way. She turned towards the adjoining door and stormed towards Clancy's room. 

"Where ya goin, baby?" asked Ellison. "Get back here and ride my cock. I wanna watch them big white titties bouncing as you get off on my cock."

"Never again Ellison. I'm done with you and your asshole brother."

"Bull shit. I seen you starin at my dick getting hard."

"Fuck you!"

"Shut up bitch. Stop," he ordered as her hand was reaching for the door knob. Annie did stop, retracting her hand. "Turn around. Let me look at ya." Annie did what he said for some reason she couldn't understand. She must have had some mild submissive streak that she hadn't known about. She liked having men tell her what to do. She lowered her arms to her sides and slowly turned around showing Ellison her body. "Gurl, you are stacked. You belong on the pole."

"I don't know what that means, but thanks I guess." Annie was still mad. She quickly reached for the door and pulled it open. Clancy was sitting at the table working on his laptop. He stood as she stormed into the room. He was naked, but for a pair of sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips. He was smirking! The smug grin only served to enrage Annie more. "You arrogant fucking prick!" She swiftly walked up to him and raised her fist to slap him, but he easily caught her wrist and she gasped as she felt the strength of his grip. He released her. Annie raised her fists up and started beating his chest. He made no attempt to stop her and hitting his pectorals was like hitting a brick wall, hurting her more then it was hurting him. The strength of her blows slowed down. "I hate you. I hate you."

Clancy reached out and grabbed her shoulders. She was still hitting him as she felt him applying pressure to her shoulders. The pressure grew and Annie found herself slowly lowering until she fell to her knees before the tall black man. Annie felt her arousal growing and she hated herself for it. Hated the raging hormones that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. She was staring directly at the swelling bulge under his sweats. She moved her eyes up his powerful torso to his arrogant face staring down at her. He released her shoulders. She swore to herself that all she meant to do was reach out and use his legs for leverage to pull herself back up so that she could leave. Instead, she reached out and placed her palms above his knees gripping his sweat pants. When she tried to pull herself up, she found herself pulling his pants down instead. She rose up a little as his curly black pubes appeared and then the thick root of his cock and then inch after inch of his rapidly swelling shaft. His foot long black cock sprang free just as she fell back on her knees having failed to gain leverage from his sweat pants. 

Annie stared at the cock that had turned her into an adulterous. It was semi-swollen, sticking out, but bending down under it's enormous weight. He grabbed the base of it with his hand. With a flick of the wrist, Clancy slapped his meaty cock against her cheek. She gasped in shock even as he brought his cock back across her other cheek. He slapped it across her eye and then her forehead. It shouldn't have been turning her on, but it was, much to her shame. When he quit slapping her, he released his cock and now it was completely hard and sticking straight out. He moved it so that the head bobbed before her lips. Annie pulled her head back from the engorged cock head swaying before her eyes. If he thinks he can treat me like that and have me suck his cock, he's got another think coming, she thought even as his strong hand came down on top of her head. He pulled her forwards so that his cock head brushed her lips. I'm not going to suck it. I'm not. I'm not. What she did do was strange and submissive. She puckered her lips and kissed the tip of his cock right on the urethra. She looked up at him as she kissed his cock. Annie's tongue flickered out and tasted the precum that was dribbling out of his cock. I'm not going to suck it for him. She parted her lips, opening her mouth around the head. Not after what he did to me. Don't give him the pleasure. His cock head entered her mouth and Annie ran her tongue all over it. She started bobbing her head, taking his cock head down her throat. She gone in the blink of an eye to a woman fighting her desires to a woman that knew what she wanted.

Her lust for the big black cock down her throat had her moaning in the back of her throat. Clancy slowly moved, heading towards the bed. She walked on her knees after him, never letting his cock leave her mouth. He sat down on the bed and opened his legs allowing her to kneel between them and rest her arms on his knees as she sucked him off. This was where she wanted to be. This was what she wanted to do. She was hungry for his cum even with her belly still full of Ellison's semen.




Happy Anniverary



How do you celebrate your 10th wedding anniversary? By letting your husband plan it!

At least that's what I did and this time things worked out better than I could ever have dreamed.

As we approached our 10th wedding anniversary, I told him he hadn't really planned one since the honeymoon and it was damn well his turn. Plan something special, I told him and don't make me do most of the work this time! I left it all up to him. 

The happy date finally arrived and I was so far impressed. He had actually arranged for a weekend sitter for the kids AND a Jacuzzi suite AND a romantic dinner. Much to my surprise, he spent the dinner flirting with me! How long has it been since he did that without me initiating? I really don't remember. When we got back to the hotel room he stopped outside the door. 

"I have a surprise for you inside," he said with a glint in his eyes.

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.

He pulled out a black silk blindfold and I raised the other brow.

I allowed him to tie it on me and lead me into our room. Trust, after all, was a major part of any marriage.

He caressed my hand while he put out the do not disturb sign and locked the door. I took a second to kick off my heels and then let him lead me ... ah, into the bedroom! Hmmmm... this should be good!

He stood behind me and fondled my breasts while kissing my ears, shoulders and neck. I responded by reaching my hands back to knead his sexy butt and pull his hardening erection against me.

His fingers began squeezing my nipples, sending wave of pleasure through me, when I got my surprise. Another set of hands joined my husband's; this set began by sliding up my legs. I gasped in surprise and turned my head towards my husband.

He laughed and kissed me firmly on the mouth as the other set of hands discovered I was not wearing any form of hose, but no panties as well.

"Remember that little fantasy you told me about?" he asked, beginning to tug my dress down my shoulders.

"What?" I gasped as two sets of hands found my most erogenous zones, "I never thought you would agree to anything like that!"

Now, we're not swingers. Far from it. But I had always had a fantasy of two men at once. I really didn't care how they took me, it was just one of those recurring fantasies. I never ever thought my husband would agree to anything like it, ever. But I had mentioned it to him a time or two when we were sharing fantasies. Apparently, he had decided to make mine come true!

My bra dress looked nice and made getting undressed easy. One simple layer. My two lovers quickly peeled it off of me while roaming their hands everywhere and pushed me down on the bed. They left me there temporarily while they divested themselves of clothing. I was tempted to peek, but decided to just wait it out.

They quickly joined me on the bed. My husband kissed me deeply (I'd know his steamy kisses anywhere!) while my other lover dove between my legs to deliver kisses to my nether lips. Each took a breast and fondled and pinched and kneaded it while kissing me. I would have sworn it was an erotic heaven. My entire body was tingling. I was so wet that I knew my lover had to be getting soaked. I found and grasped my husband's hard cock and stroked the familiar territory. I wished I could grasp the other cock. Instead I grasped the bedspread as the two men sent me headlong into my first orgasm of the night. I heard male chuckles, as they didn't stop what they were doing. When the wave I was on came down, they pulled back to begin their fun. I was nervous at this point as I had no clue what they had planned. Would I be expected to suck one cock while being fucked with the other? Would it be double penetration? Both thoughts thrilled me, the second added a layer of nervousness as I had never before tried anal.

I didn't have much time to think as my husband had me kneel and begin sucking on his throbbing cock. Mmmmm... nothing like the taste of a rock hard cock! I felt fingers on my ass and didn't think much of it until they teased the tiny opening. Immediately, I tensed up.

"Relax," came the male voice, "Or this will hurt instead of pleasing you."

His fingers, covered with lube, teased my hole and I whimpered at the pleasure of it. Finally one finger slipped in and I sucked in my breath.... More teasing and a second finger entered... finally, finally, I felt a hard cock at the tiny entrance. Gently he eased in, whispering directions to make it easier. Suddenly, he was completely inside.

At that point, my husband dropped under me to slip inside my soaking pussy.

I felt so full of hardness, it was incredible!

Then they began to move.

Did I say I was in erotic heaven earlier? Oh, no... THIS was erotic heaven! I moaned and gasped and made all sorts of whimpering noises as they fucked me, slipping and sliding in and out of my holes in a rhythm that caused me to climax over and over again.

I don't remember which one came first, shooting their load into me, but for a few minutes we were one big ball of orgasm. What I remember next was the cuddling. Being cuddled by two men at the same time was a totally different experience.

My husband, who was facing me, removed the blindfold and kissed me most thoroughly.

"Happy Anniversary, my love," he grinned.

I smiled weakly back, then looked over my shoulder and was surprised to receive another rather thorough kiss.

"So you've got that nice Jacuzzi in there," my second lover for the night commented, running a hand over my hip, "Maybe we should make use of it?"

I turned back to hug my husband tightly, "I love you so much," I whispered in his ear, "Thank you for my anniversary present!"

A pair of hardening cocks was my answer. It was going to be a long night! 



Happy Anniversary



She was rubbing lotion on her legs as he came out of the shower. 

"Getting ready?", he says to her, kissing her as he walks past. 

"Yes, I'm ready." she says, sitting the bottle of lotion down and grabbing her drink. 

It was her third wine cooler and she was beginning to feel a buzz. She rarely drinks so it just doesn't take much. They'd driven two hours to get here and fantasized about this night for years. The hotel was only a few miles from their destination and she could almost hear the music, feel the heat, sense the energy. Or at least she imagined she could. Tonight was their 11th wedding anniversary and they'd decided a few weeks ago to come here. They'd found the club online. It was perfect for what they had in mind. Anything went tonight. They were going to finally live out their fantasy. Whatever happened .. happened. 

He glances at her as she pulls the skimpy black dress over her head. 

"It's a little short don't you think?" she says to him biting her lip. She's nervous, but so excited she's shaking and already wet. Her freshly shaved pussy was tingling. Her skimpy thong was touching her lips, and the fabric was rubbing her in just the right places. 

He laughs and says "You look so hot baby, we may not even leave this room." 

She looks at him and shakes her head laughing "Don't touch me, we are going and that's the end of that." He smiles at her and reaches for his drink, he's getting a pretty good buzz too and is excited about what may or may not happen when they got to the club. 

She pulls her jeans on deciding the dress is really a little short for her comfort. "I'll wear it as a shirt for now." she says. 

He laughs again, "Whatever you're comfortable with, but I bet you'll be overdressed." 

"Well," she giggles, "they can come off as easily as they went on, now can't they?" 

He smiles at her and continues to put his clothes on. He can tell she's buzzing and he likes her that was. He knows what an animal she can be, but at the same time she's a very shy person, he was anxious to see just which way she was going to be tonight. He had a feeling they were going to have a real good time. 

They decide they are ready so they leave their room and walk out to the car. She's shaking so badly she can barely get the door open. She laughs as she tries twice to open it before she realizes it's still locked. 

"Hold on a minute babe and I'll get that for you." He's smiling so big, he knows just how she feels, he's a bit nervous himself. 

Finally in the car they drive silently to the club. It's simply a house with a tall privacy fence going all around it. It looks as if they may be the first to arrive, but as they pull around the back there are several more cars parked here and there. They pull in next to one and shut off the motor. Now she really can hear the beat of the music blaring from the building. They just sit there not saying a word. 

After a few minutes she says "Well, this is it." She is staring straight ahead of her, she can't even turn to look at him. Oh God, she thinks, we are really going to do this. It was their fantasy but what if this changed things between them. 

"Babe, no matter what happens tonight, you know I love you and only you right?" she asks quietly. 

"Yeah, you are my only girl." he whispers back. 

They continue to sit there for a few more minutes, saying nothing, just staring at the singing house before them. 

"Well, you ready?" she asks, finally turning to look at him. 

"Nothing has to happen that you don't want to, you know that right?" he says to her looking her straight in the eyes. 

"I know, we'll just go with whatever feels right." she answers him with a small smile. 

They both reach for the door handles at the same time, this strikes her funny and she starts to giggle. She opens her door and just sits there, he has done the same. Turning to look at each other, they both smile and she says "Come on, we're here." 

They get out and walk to the door, the music is really loud now and she notices a couple sitting at the door. They are really attractive and her pussy is tingling, she's excited about what may happen when she walks through that door. 

"Hi." the dark brunette says. 

"Welcome." her attractive partner smiles as he reaches out his hand to her husband. "I'm Mark and this is Cindy, my wife. Is this your first time here?" 

They both nod and just stare at the couple. 

"Well", Mark says, "how about I give you a tour?" He stands and they follow him into the house. 

They walk in and find themselves in a large room with tables and chairs here and there. Benches set up to face a pole in the middle of the room. There is a strobe light and that plays with her mind as she walks inside. The music is current and she already begins to sway as she walks. There are a few other people in the room, couples alone staring at them as they walk through. She wonders if this is their first time too. She can't look at them to closely, but can't help but wonder will they get to know some of them before the night is over. 

She shakes her head trying to remove the fog that's entered and realizes Mark is speaking to them both. "This is our main room, here people can sit, enjoy a drink and listen to the music. Anything goes, just be respectful of others. There's the pole if you get to feeling frisky and want to give us a show." 

He's looking her right in the eye as he says this and she starts to giggle and looks away. 

Her, dancing in front of others? no way was that happening, she thinks to herself. 

"Come on I'll show you the rest." Mark says as he starts to walk off leaving them to follow him. The next room is a kitchen, innocent enough she thinks. 

"Here we have snacks and drinks, just help yourself." Mark says. 

He continues down a hallway and she realizes there are sounds coming from one of the rooms. Mark is still talking but she isn't paying any attention, she is trying to find the noises. She looks to her left and there they were. A man and woman were lying on a bed and he was eating her pussy while she moaned and begged him for more. She quickly looks away, her face getting warm. 

Oh my God, she thinks. We are really here. 

She looks back at Mark and he smiles at her, he's so hot. He's tall, like her husband with blonde hair and green eyes. 

Umm, she thinks, maybe he'll be the one. She tries to pay attention to what he is saying but wonders to herself if he and his wife play. Shaking herself a little she again turns back to Mark to hear what he is saying "This room stays open, you can see it has a large bed, you can come in here by yourself or invite company. Anything goes here, as long as we respect each other." 

She glances to the other door and Mark smiles again. 

"This room" he says, "it has a pretty big bed too, but this door you can close for privacy if you want." He opens the door and she sees the big bed, but also there are chains coming from the wall with handcuffs attached. Oh my, she swallows. This is really happening. 

"There is also a bathroom further down the hall." Mark says and turns to stare at them both. "Any questions?" he asks, still looking at her. She still hears the couple in the room to her left and cannot believe she is right there next to them. The woman is screaming out now. 

"Eat that pussy baby, I'm coming" the woman is yelling. 

She turns away from the sounds and smiles at her husband. This is real. They are finally here about to live out their fantasy. Mark leads them back up the hallway. 

"So," he says "enjoy yourselves." he looks her straight in the eye and winks. Touching her arm as he walks away. She turns to her husband who has been holding her hand the whole time, rubbing his thumb across her palm. 

"Well, should we grab a drink and find a seat?" he says. 

They go back to the kitchen area and grab a drink. Then going back to the main room they grab a seat at one of the tables away from any other people. She notices the room has quickly filled up while they were taking their tour. 

"This is so exciting." she says to him as they sit down. 

There are people everywhere. She looks and she realizes she is indeed overdressed. Most of the other women in the room have very little clothing on. Some are actually wearing lingerie. 

Well, I'm not ready for that, she thinks, so the jeans will stay on .. for now. 

The music and lights are making her squirm. She lives and breathes music. It is relaxing to her. 

They finish their first drink, never speaking. 

He has been rubbing her leg while they sit. He leans over toward her, "Want another drink?" he asks. "Yeah, that'd be great." she answers. 

Then realizes he has gotten up and left her there all alone. She swallows and glances around. 

There is a couple sitting near them now. 

When did they sit down? she wonders. 

The woman has on lingerie and they both are smiling at her. 

She smiles back, she is definitely a little drunk she thinks as she smiles back at them. 

Her husband comes back quickly with the drinks and sits back down beside her. She's hot already, and realizes this is really going to happen and she's ready. Her pussy is tingling and she feels a little warm. 

"I'm going to lose these jeans." she whispers into his ear. He smiles and motions for her to go ahead. 

She stands up right there and pulls her jeans off, pulling her panties down with them, tossing them both into the seat beside her. The couple beside them start to clap and she knows she's turning red, her face is hot. She sits back down and her husband puts his hand on her thigh, sliding it up to her hot little shaved pussy, feeling how wet she already is. 

"I wish I had my tongue on your pussy eating you like that couple we just saw." he whispers to her. 

She nods at him, she wishes so too. Suddenly she feels another hand on her leg, it's the woman who is sitting beside her. She opens her legs wider letting the woman know it's alright. She can't believe she's doing this, but she wants to be touched so badly. 

The woman smiles at her, "You've got a beautiful pussy" the woman says. 

She looks up at the couple and realizes with a bit of surprise, this was the couple on the bed. This was the woman getting her pussy eaten just a few moments ago. She is so turned on at this point, she reaches over and grabs her husbands crotch, he is so hard, he's just as excited as her. 

The woman pulls her hand away and smiles at her, "This is one great place here huh?" she asks her. 

"Yes, it's our first time." she answers the woman. 

"Well, you are going to love it here and I bet we see you again." the woman chuckles. 

Yes, she thinks, I already love it. She takes a sip of her drink and realizes she is definitely buzzed and she loves it. She is hot now and ready for whatever happens. She throws her leg up over her husband's leg opening her pussy wide for the whole room to see. He is surprised, but only for a second. He knew she was ready for this, he'd known it for a long time. He slides his hand up her leg and touches her pussy, not at all surprised to find it dripping wet already. He starts to touch her, she throws her head back and moans, it feels so good. He laughs a little and pulls his hand back. He wants this night to last a long time. 

She opens her eyes, lids slightly closed, and smiles at him. She reaches over and pulls the buttons on his jeans open reaching in and grabbing his hard, ready cock. She holds it for awhile, rubbing it up and down. He's so hot, she thinks, let them all look, she doesn't care. The music is taking over her and she's wiggling in her seat. 

Suddenly the woman beside her is back again, "May I touch you?" she asks. 

She can only nod her answer, this is just to good to be true. 

The woman leans over and puts her finger on her clit and wiggles it a little, "Feel good?" the woman asks. Again, all she can do is nod, throwing her head back. She could come at any moment. She continues to hold his cock in her hand as the other woman is fingering her pussy. 

The woman stops suddenly, looks at her and says, "We're going to go to the back, want to come with us?" Suddenly it's too much, too fast for her. She sits back in the seat and shakes her head, "Not right now, maybe soon." she replies, giving her a bashful smile. She needs a few more drinks and just a little while to absorb it all. The woman smiles at her, leans over kisses her on the cheek and just gets up pulling her man along with her back down the hall. She looks over at her husband and sees he is smiling at her. 

He leans over close to her ear, "Whatever and whenever baby, this is our night." he whispers to her. 

She smiles, he's right this is their fantasy and it was going to be their night. She leans down and takes his cock into her mouth, playing with the swollen head and tasting the juice at the tip. 

Suddenly she stands up, the music is just too much for her. She begins to move away from their table grabbing his hand pulling him with her. "Let's go sit down there" she says pointing to the bench that is right in front of the pole. She has always wanted to pole dance. The music is making her crazy, she needs to move. Right now all she can focus on is him and that pole. 

They make their way to the bench, not even noticing the others gathered around. She only sees him, she's going to dance for him, it's part of her fantasy. They get to the bench and sit down, suddenly she's shy. He puts his hand back on her thigh, running it up her leg taking his finger and tapping her clit. Oh God, she thinks, I have to do this, I have to move. She looks down and his cock is still sticking out of his jeans, hard and long, pointing at her. She notices no one but him. She takes her finger and rubs the tip, brings her finger to her mouth and tastes the pre-cum. She loves the taste of him and knowing he's so turned on makes her pussy itch to be touched. She spreads her legs open for him and hears a voice from beside her. There is a beautiful blonde sitting beside them. She has a little red dress on, sort of the same style as her black dress, neither of them covering very much, but just enough to make your imagination go wild. 

"Is this your wife? May I touch her?" the woman in asking this of her husband, her mind is going wild, what is going to happen next. 

Her husband looks at her and answers the woman. "Yes." is all he says. 

The woman grins and gets down on her knees in front of her and kisses her pussy. Right there in front of everyone. There is applause. They are in the center of the room. Everyone can see. 

The woman simply kisses her pussy then reaches up and grabs one of her breasts taking the nipple between her fingers and rolling it. Her nipples are hard, she knows this is exciting her husband, he remains sitting with his hand on her thigh. 

She suddenly needs to move. The woman gets up and she makes her move, getting up too and moving around her to the pole. The music has gotten to her, she needs to dance. She grabs the pole and begins to move. She's seen this in movies, had fantasies about it. 

Clutching that pole, grinding herself into it, catching her husbands eyes and keeping them on him the whole time. Now the woman has found his cock and she's rubbing it up and down watching her move around the pole. 

She grabs the pole and spins around it, taking her dress and pulling it up to show her pussy to everyone. She grinds her hips into the pole. She has lost all control now, she's on fire. She needs to move. She is ready for anything. 

The woman comes over to the pole and begins to dance too. She reaches over and touches the woman's breasts, they're so firm and the nipples are so hard. She and the woman begin to pole dance together. 

She notices there is a man sitting next to her husband. He is with the woman and he is watching them both. The whole room is watching and the thought of that is making her hot. 

She reaches down and pulls her dress up and fingers her own pussy, she's is so ready. The man is looking at her so she turns to the woman and says "Let's give them a show." the woman readily agrees simply coming up to her and grinding her body on hers. 

Oh this is so hot and it feels so good she thinks. They grind and touch each other to the beat of the music, glancing over at their men, noticing they both have their cocks in their hands slowly rubbing them up and down. She moves her body with the women's, slides her hands all over her, pulling the woman's dress up and rubs her fine ass. She takes her hand and slides her finger down her ass crack and into her wet waiting pussy. She's is wet too. She is ready for anything. 

The woman turns to her and kisses her. "Would you two like to go back to a room with us?" she says against her mouth. 

"Oh yes, please, let's go." she replies. She is so ready for this. 

They turn away from each other and grab their men's hands pulling them up from their seats. 

"We're going to a room." she tells her husband, he just nods, he is ready, he is so hard he hurts. 

They follow the couple down the hall hearing applause and whistles once again from the room. They go into the room with the chains. 

Oh my, she thinks, wouldn't it be hot to be chained up and taken. The couple is already touching each other, kissing each other and moaning loudly. She grabs her husband and kisses him. Their tongues play battle with each other. 

"Are you ready for this?" he asks. 

She smiles and says "Oh God baby, I'm so ready." 

He starts to touch her and suddenly she finds herself laid out on the bed, he pushes her down and opens her legs wide. They all start touching her, she feels hands all over her body, rubbing her, teasing her. 

Then the woman is down between her legs sticking her fingers in her pussy. "Oh honey, she's so wet, I think she's ready." she says to her man smiling. 

She is ready, she's dying to be touched. She's begging to be touched. 

The woman starts to eat her pussy and it pushes her over the edge, "Oh God I'm coming!" she's yelling. 

She opens her eyes to find her husband's. "This is so hot." she says. "I love you." He leans over to kiss her on the lips. "I love you too baby. Happy Anniversary." he says against her lips. 

Before she can reply she gasps, the woman is fingering her pussy now, shoving her fingers deep inside her, making her come again. 

"She's ready for you." the woman says to her husband. He leans over her and drives his cock into her wet pussy. He takes her legs and puts them over his shoulders, driving his cock to the hilt. She is screaming now, coming over and over again, she can't stop. She comes all over his cock, soaking the bed. 

She looks over through half closed eyes and reaches for her man. 

He leans down and kisses her. "Is that good baby? You like his cock in your pussy?" 

"Yes, oh God, yes." she replies, she's half crazy now with desire, her whole body is on fire, they can do anything they want to her. 

Suddenly her husband grabs her hands and she feels metal snap around her wrists. He's handcuffed her. Yes, she thinks, take me, control me, I am yours. Now her husband has his cock in her mouth, she is taking all of him, he is fucking her mouth while the man is fucking her pussy. She can't move her arms and she can't scream he has her mouth filled. She comes again, moaning around his cock. The woman has her nipple between her teeth, licking and teasing it, it is so hard, like a pebble. 

She wiggles around, he takes his cock from her mouth and kisses her deeply. "I want you to fuck her." she says to him. He needs no further encouragement, he grabs the woman and pushes her down beside her, her head is beside hers. He buries his cock in her pussy and she cries out. She likes his cock inside her. 

The man's cock is still pumping her, she leans over and catches the woman's mouth smothering her cries as her husband rams his cock into her. 




Happy Anniversary



She is even more excited. She has never seen her husband fuck another woman. She has never been fucked by another man. She has never been with a woman. As she kisses the woman deeply, the woman starts moaning in her mouth, she's coming, she is coming all over her man's cock. This drives her over the brink again and she squeezes the cock inside her as she's watches her husband make the other woman come. 

Now she wants some control. 

"Unlock these chains." she says. The man pulls his cock out of her and immediately un-bounds her wrists. 

She touches the woman's breasts, squeezing them roughly, like she likes it. 

"You like that? You like my man's dick in your pussy?" she whispers to the woman. 

"You want him to come on these pretty tits of your's?" she says. 

The woman can only moan as my man's cock rams into her. 

"Come on her tits." she demands of him. 

He is ready, he's been ready to come since they walked in the front door of the club. He shoves into her a few times, then pulls out and shoots all over her chest. She immediately starts licking it up. She loves the taste of his come. He pulls her head over and shoves it into her mouth, she sucks hungrily until he is limp. She isn't through, the woman and man are lying side by side now, kissing hungrily. She moves up and kisses them both with her man's come in her mouth. She's hungry now and moves down to the woman's slick shaved pussy, swollen from the fucking she's just had. 

"I'm going to taste you now." she says, darting her tongue out and licking the clit. She'd fantasized about this, never dreaming it would come true. Pussy tastes so good. She'd tasted herself on her husband's lips but never had she actually eaten any. She takes her tongue and licks from one end to the other, then decides she wants this woman to come on her face. She is going to make her scream. She takes the clit and pulls it into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. 

She feels hands on her ass that is stuck up in the air, as she sticks her tongue inside the wet pussy she suddenly is taken from behind. The woman's husband hasn't come yet, he's going to get his too. It's alright with her, his cock feels goods. She decides to make this woman come as she does. She fucks her with her tongue, using her fingers to play with her ass. Slowly sticking one finger in she takes her clit in her mouth and sucks gently. The woman moans loudly. It feels good to her. 

Yes, she thinks, I'm going to make her come, while being fucked from behind. His cock feels so good ramming her from behind. She stops sucking and the woman protests, "No don't stop, I'm going to come." She looks at her husband and nods, he leans over and takes the woman's nipple in his mouth sucking hard, like she likes it. 

The woman lifts her pussy up off the bed putting it right into her face. She starts licking again, hard, and taking the clit in her mouth sucking quickly. All this time she's being fucked hard and deep. 

"I'm going to make her come for you both." she tells the men. 

She looks back at the husband fucking her. "You come in her mouth while I make her come." she tells him. He simply nods. 

She enjoys this control and sets back to task, licking the swollen pussy. Her man is sucking on the woman's tits. Everyone has their place and everyone is moaning. The noises coming from this room are almost like animal noises. They are sure to be heard by everyone in the club. No one cares, it all feels to good. She darts her tongue into the woman's pussy and feels her contract. She was about to make her come, and that fat cock in her pussy was going to make her come too. She is having a hard time, moaning and licking that pussy too. It tastes so good. She's about to come and she wants the woman to come too. 

"Come for me." she demands and takes the clit back in her mouth and starts sucking hard. Quick little sucks, while slipping her fingers inside her pussy and fucking it. Suddenly she feels a gush of wetness on her face, she doesn't stop but she is about to come too, he is fucking her so good. Moaning and pushing her face into that pussy she let's go, she starts to buck that cock inside her, squeezing it as she comes all over him. Wetness everywhere, this woman gushes just like her and that makes her even hotter. She laps up the juices and reaches back to take the man's balls into her hand. 

"Give it to her." she's very demanding, she's taken control. He pumps her deep a few more times then groaning he pulls out and shoves his cock into his woman's mouth, she can't take it all he's so big and come starts dripping down her face. He pulls his limp cock out and falls to the bed beside his wife. The come is dripping out of her mouth. She licks her pussy one last time and licks her way up the woman's body, kissing her deeply tasting the come, swallowing some. She loves the taste of come. She kisses the woman some more then looks over at her husband who has sat up beside the woman on the bed. He's rubbing the woman's tits and smiling. 

"Well, did your fantasy come true?" he asks her. 

She just smiles and nods. "Happy Anniversary." she says.



Happy Anniversary!



I don't know what amazed me more. That Angela, my wife of five years, was confessing to me after all this time that she sometimes thought about eating pussy, or that listening to her talk about it turned me on as much as it did. It was late. We'd been out to an incredible dinner to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary, and one of my wife's good friends, Jenny, had been watching our children. While I went to check on the kids, my wife had paid Jenny and showed her to the door. Now, we sat facing each other on the couch, talking about what a woman tastes like! Unbelievable.

Okay. We'd had a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and finished our meal with a plate full of hand-made truffles. We were tipsy, and the endorphins were coursing through our veins. I can't deny it. We don't normally behave this way. We're parents, for crying out loud!

I opened a bottle of Zinfandel. Deep, red, fully-bodied and delicious. My wife kicked off her shoes and hungrily took a sip from her glass. She's beautiful, my wife. She's about 5 feet, eight inches tall with absolutely glowing blonde hair that cascades down her face and is constantly dangling in her eyes. She's got an unbelievable body. Full, red lips. Perfectly-balanced beautiful C-cup tits. An ass that you can't look at without touching. And the longest, softest, tightest legs I've ever had the pleasure of wrapping my own around. She sat there on the couch, staring up at me. Love, desire, and just a bit of mischief in her eyes. I was in heaven. I sat next to her on the couch as she took my hand in hers.

"What's it like?" she asked again. "What does it feel like? Taste like?"

I smiled. "There's nothing I can compare it to, Ang. There's nothing else like it in the world. It's like the finest wine in the world – full bodied, complex, warm. The second my lips touch yours, I'm lost. Believe me, it's as much pleasure for me as it is for you."

"Hmmm." She smiled mischievously, and then leaned over to me, kissing me passionately on the lips.

I kissed her again, the bulge in my trousers growing with each moment that passed. I reached my hands around her, gently caressing her shoulders before I began to tease the zipper on the back of her dress. She broke away from me and took a big swig of her wine. She set her glass down and reached out to caress the bulge in my pants.

"Got you excited, do I?" She batted her eyelashes and pushed the hair out of her face, then leaned down to kiss my erect penis through my trousers. 

"Ah-" I was caught off guard by the sudden warmth and pressure on the head of my penis. I squirmed a bit, finding the head of my very sensitive penis straining against the linen fabric of my suit pants. Angela ran her hands up my thighs, gently caressing the head of my penis through the fabric, and I swear to God, I thought I was going to come, right then and there. It was a combination, I imagine, of the good meal, good company, good wine, and – quite frankly – the thought of my wife going down on another woman. Strange. It was makin' me feel like I was about to burst.

Angela ran her fingers along the edge of my pants, pulling my dress shirt free. And then it happened. The thing that would make this night like no other. A knock came gently at the door.

My wife smiled devilishly, and said: "Will you get it, hon?"

I was far too aroused to be greeting strangers at the door. I tried to tuck my member upwards through the waistband of my boxers, hoping this would be enough pressure to hold the big guy in place; and I walked carefully to the door. My wife watched me, enjoying every minute of it. I am not sure whether she knew who was at the door or not, but she enjoyed my trying to 'act naturally'. Whomever it was, Angela looked on and enjoyed the show.

I opened the door a few inches and saw Jenny standing there. "Hiya Drew," she said. "I think I left my purse in the kitchen." She's a friend of the family and spends a lot of time with our kids, so it shouldn't have surprised me that she pushed the door open and walked right past me. After all, she had no idea that my wife and I were fooling around on the couch. She pushed her way in and walked through the family room to retrieve her purse from the kitchen table. 

"Everything OK, Jenny?" my wife asked as she walked past.

"Forgot my purse," Jenny smiled.

I closed the door and stumbled back to the couch, trying hard to keep my penis under control. I flopped down on the couch next to my wife and took a sip of my wine, hoping it would help to numb me.

Jenny crossed back into the room, her purse across her shoulder. "Want a glass of wine before you head home?" my wife asked with an odd look her eyes. She glanced sideways at me and smiled.

"Why not," Jenny sighed. She plopped down in the chair to my left.

Angela looked over at me and crinkled her beautiful nose. "Aren't you going to get her some wine, Drew?" Where were my manners? I stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen, anxious to get my member under control. 

As I headed for the kitchen, my penis slipped from the waistband of my trousers and tented itself fully forward. No one saw it – my back was to the family room – but it created a rather awkward situation in that each step I took forward rubbed the fabric of my pants – silk lining and all – against the head of my penis. By the time I made it to the kitchen, I was absolutely engorged.

I poured Jenny a glass of wine as slowly as I could. I tried my best to fill my mind with images of baseball, soccer, and the fishing channel. I tucked my penis as well as I could under the edge of my boxers, and – hoping for the best – headed in to bring Jenny her wine. 

"Have you ever tasted pussy?" my wife was asking Jenny as I walked into the room. My cheeks brushed crimson, and my eyes went wide.

"On my boyfriend, I have." She looked up at me. "Thank you, Drew." She took her wine, then turned her attention back to my wife and her question. "I mean, you know, I've given him a blow job after we've had sex … but that's a combination of my juices and his, I guess.

I stumbled to my seat. Unsure what to say. Afraid to look at either of them. Maybe Jenny and Angela talk like this a lot … but not usually around me.

"Oh my gosh, Drew, am I embarrassing you?" Jenny asked, looking at my reddening cheeks. 

"It's okay," I tried to say. "I'm just not used to women talking like this."

"It's the wine," Angela smiled. 

Jenny took a long sip of her wine and smiled at me, eyeing the bulge in my pants. "I don't think he's too embarrassed," she said with a grin to my wife. I grabbed a pillow and placed it over my privates.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," my wife said, pulling the pillow from me. "It's not like this is the first time we've seen the bulge of an aroused man." She placed her hand on my penis through my pants and gave it a short, quick stroke. I swallowed hard.

Jenny stood up and came to sit on the other side of me on the couch, effectively sandwiching me between my wife and herself. I'd never had her that close to me before, but she's truly a very hot woman. She's about 5'6" tall, and has an absolutely hourglass figure. Huge tits. A tiny waist. Nice round butt. Long, curly reddish-blonde hair. She's a hot little number.

I leaned back, trying to be cool. I stretched each of my arms out in opposite directions, placing one hand at the top of each lady's back. "What's going on here?" I asked.

"I don't know," my wife smiled. "Do you want me to stop?" She kissed me. 

"God, no." I said. I was dizzy with desire.

My wife kissed me again, and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked the wine from her tongue, which elicited a gentle moan from her. As impossible as it seems, I'd almost forgotten about Jenny … when I felt a second pair of lips kissing my neck and pulling my tie loose from my shirt. "Oh, God." I said. Sliding lower on the couch.

Angela stood up and grabbed Jenny by the hand. Jenny dropped my tie, leaned in to kiss me once on the lips, and then stood next to Angela, the two of them looking right at me. Slowly, at first, Angela began to undress herself. She slid out of her hose and slowly unzipped her dress, then began to slide the dress gently down her body. As the top of Angela's bra cups came into view, Jenny dipped her hand into my wife's bra and began to massage my wife's left tit. With her other hand, Jenny pushed my wife's dress down to her hips. 

Angela let out a gasp of surprise, then smiled broadly and pulled Jenny to her and kissed her on the lips. Then, Angela cheated a half-step back and – staring right at Jenny – began to unbutton Jenny's top. 

They fought with each other for a few minutes: Angela working to get Jenny out of her shirt and pants; Jenny struggling to get Angela's dress the rest of the way off of her … and then they were sitting again. One on each side of me. Angela was wearing a navy-blue silk bra and matching panties. Jenny wearing a fire-engine red demi-cup bra and silk floral panties. My heart was pounding.

My wife downed the rest of her wine and leaning in close to me, nibbling at my ear. "I want to taste Jenny's pussy, Drew. Once I do, you can have anything you want. From both of us." She pushed her tongue into my ear and my face grew numb when I realized that Jenny was unbuckling my pants and had a hand working its way into my boxers. 

At long last, my penis sprang free as my trousers were pushed to the floor. As soon as my penis was in the air, though, Jenny's mouth was upon it. "Ah, God," I said; thinking I'd come at any moment. But my wife wasn't ready for my release just yet.

Angela pushed Jenny sideways, stretching her along the length of the couch, and pushing her buttcheeks onto my thighs. My penis was pushing straight up next to her, and her moist panties were resting the well between my two legs. My wife climbed between Jenny's legs and began to gently kiss her knees and inner thighs. I watched in absolute ecstasy. It was the most incredible thing I'd ever witnessed.

My wife pushed herself a little closer to Jenny and I and leaned in to kiss me, running her tongue along my chin before returning her attention to Jenny. Jenny was trying to sit up, but not having much luck doing so. She was moaning softly, and I was absent-mindedly rubbing and caressing her breasts as she lay there.

My wife nibbled gently at the top of Jenny's floral panties, and then licked across the center of her panties a couple of times, while Jenny squirmed on my lap. Slowly, my wife pulled one of the elastic bottom-edges of the panties forward and slipped her tongue in. Jenny whined. She moaned. She pushed her pussy into my wife's face, riding her butt up onto my left thigh. 

Neither of them could stand it any longer. My wife pulled Jenny's panties off and buried her face in her snatch. She took a deep breath, inhaling all of the delicious musty aroma now filling the room. Then, slowly, Angela ran her finger along the length of Jenny's pussy. Jenny moaned and lied back on the couch, unable to move. My wife's tongue ran the length of her pussy, from bottom to top, and then gently circled Jenny's clit. Then again. Then again. Jenny rocked gently once or twice, then was lost in a gently repetitive moaning. My wife was in heaven. She, too was moaning with each lick at Jenny's snatch. I could hear my wife's breath racing, and could see that she was lost in her friend's pussy. I reached a hand down to caress my wife's ass, and as I reached across her ass, she opened her legs widely and moaned loudly as I ran my finger across the soaking-wet crotch of her silk panties.

My wife's moan, muffled in Jenny's pussy, was enough to set Jenny off. She cried out a quick, "Oh God!", and my wife took this as a sign. She cupped her lips around Jenny's clit and began sucking gently, moaning loudly the whole time. Jenny's breath grew shallow. She sucked in air in quick, desperate gasps. My wife began licking at sucking at Jenny's clit with a relentless desire that had me so turned on I though I, too, might explode at any moment. 

My wife slipped a finger into Jenny's sopping cunt, sucking on her clit as she did so; and then Jenny was gone. Her whole body shook and she pushed her pussy into my wife's face in uncontrollable quick thrusts. She moaned loudly, repeatedly. Gasping in air as quickly as possible. There's nothing in the world like having a woman orgasm against your face. I've told my wife this many times. Now, she knew I was telling the truth. 

Angela gave Jenny a couple more quick licks, a gently kiss on her friend's mound, and then she pushed herself up, cuddling next to me. Jenny pulled herself to the other side of the couch, still too numb to move much. She looked up at my wife and I with – I'm not kidding – with a tear in her eye. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced," she said.

"Me too." My wife smiled and kissed me passionately. 

Jenny pushed herself up and immediately pulled herself to my chest, licking and biting my nipples as my wife worked on smothering my neck with sticky-wet kisses. Jenny slid from the couch and pulled my boxers from me, then took my penis in her mouth. 

I gasped, and my wife laughed mischievously. She pushed herself to the floor, too, and in tandem, each of the ladies sat on one of my wide-spread legs, taking turns sucking on my member, kissing each other, and simultaneously running their tongues along my shaft. My wife pulled me to the floor as Jenny stood top re-position herself, so I took advantage of my motion to pull Jenny's wet pussy to my lips. I ran my tongue along her length as my wife's mouth took all of my penis deep into her throat. 

Jenny gasped and stumbled back a step or two, almost falling over. She smiled broadly at me, and then pushed my wife aside, sliding her slick pussy onto my erect shaft, sitting across my penis, facing away from me.

My wife – without missing a beat – crawled between my legs and began licking the shaft of my penis as Jenny bounced up and down on it. I couldn't take it, and was going to explode … but my wife could somehow sense this. She signaled for Jenny to slide off of me, and slid her mouth around my shaft without missing a beat. 

My wife's mouth slid up and down my shaft, allowing my penis to sink deep into her throat. Moaning the whole time. It was too much for me to take; and as my wife moaned I called out, "Oh God, please please. I'm gonna come." My wife did not relent. She increased her pace, taking more and more of me into her mouth; moaning louder. It was too much for me. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I could feel myself growing numb … and then I exploded deep into my wife's mouth; falling back onto the floor of our family room. 

My wife's sucking slowed down but did not stop. Her moaning continued as my penis began first to soften and then almost immediately to harden again. My wife pulled her mouth from me and smiled up at me. "Happy Anniversary," she mouthed before letting out another moan. 

Between my wife's legs, Jenny was eating her for all she was worth. Jenny had a finger in my wife's cunt and was slowly milking her while she licked and sucked on my wife's engorged clit. My wife pulled herself up to me, sliding her cunt around my growing penis, then twisted herself so that she was riding me, facing towards Jenny. 

Jenny didn't miss a beat. She slid up between my legs and began – almost at once – to massage my wife's clit with her tongue. My wife began to slowly ride me. Pushing herself up with her knees, and then slowly sliding my shaft deeper into her box; and Jenny kept with every stroke. Sometimes darting her tongue in and around my wife's juicy pussy. Sometimes taking a quick suck at my wife's clit. Sometimes taking one, then the other of my testicles into her mouth; Jenny lay there between my legs, licking sucking and kissing our genitals and my wife slowly fucked me.

After a few minutes of this, though, my wife couldn't control herself and she quickened her pace on the length of my shaft. Jenny – apparently needing some action of her own – slid from between my legs and mounted herself on my face. 

My wife gasped. She stopped and turned herself around, and she and Jenny sat face-to-face, one of my dick the other riding my tongue. As I looked up through Jenny's hair, I could see that they each had a hand on the other, stroking each other's clit, tit – whatever. 

Jenny started riding my tongue, slowly pushing herself along its length giving me prime access to her clit. I took her clit in my tongue and, wrapping one around the other, moaned gently. Jenny squirmed with delight and her breath became ragged again as my wife began to push the top of her pussy forcefully against my dick. This is a trick my wife employs to ensure she hits her 'g' spot – and it was working today. She was practically crying she was so close. My wife pounded against my shaft as I did everything I could to swallow Jenny's clit, and then – in a moment I wouldn't have thought possible in life – we came, the three of us. 

I exploded deep into my wife as she began shaking and whining against my shaft. Jenny's breathing reached a feverish pitch, and she collapsed forward into my wife's arms. The two of them held each other, not moving, still sitting on my face and on my dick, as we slowly regained our breath and composure. My wife slid slowly from my shrinking shaft, and Jenny collapsed on her side on the floor next to me slowly regaining a normal pattern of breathing as my wife crawled up my chest, resting her head against my neck, nuzzling my ear.

"Wow," she said to me.

"Un-huh." I agreed, closing my eyes.



Happy Anniversary!



Hey

Hey! Is that a black guy in my bedroom?

My wife has a fantasy... she shared it with me. 

I guess I could have never asked you...we have been married 19 years and I hadn't asked you before now. 

You could have denied yourself and said: " No I don't I am happy I really don't have any fantasies. "...but you didn't and told me. 

When I asked you if you had a fantasy and you said that you had a dream of two men in bed with you. 

What kind of guy would you like and you said ethnic...and I said like Greek, Spaniard, or Italian? You said black. It must have been a little leap of faith that I wouldn't feel threaten by hearing that. You are a big girl and you know what you like, I am happy you shared it with me. 

In the adult entertainment business three way scenes are popular and mostly feature two women and one man. That is a nice scene and erotic, but I enjoy the three ways with two men and one woman with the woman has the center of attention. If you would have asked me my idea of a third partner I would lean toward Spaniard or Italian probably because that is what I look like. In MMF 3 way the men would have to be comfortable around each other in a sexual scene. I think I can do OK with that considering some of my kinks. 

Powerful black men create a strong erotic presence in adult movies with white woman. They are tall and fit and usually are cast for the size and strength of their cock. It is a powerful visual impression the length and girth. The way it swings in front of the man and creates a strong phallic sense. Some women are drawn to it as cock worship, and they want to kneel in front of it and take it in their mouths. Some are drawn probably to the idea that is too big for them, struggling to fit the cock head inside their tiny white pussy, but none the less they are drawn to it. 

I think you probably would like both ideas... Two men and the attentions you would receive in all the openings of your body. Me licking and nibbling your pussy and clit while the big black man fills your mouth with stiff black cock. I could lick and suck on your clit tip like you enjoy while you lick around the big black helmet on the end of that long stiff prick. You could suck both cocks at the same time and get the feeling of being used like a sexy little white slut, alternating between black dick and brown dick. 

Would you suck on the black cock while your husband rims your ass?... I think you would like that too. I enjoy licking and sticking my tongue up inside you as far as I can reach and hearing you moan with a mouth full of dark man meat would make it exciting for me too. Sometimes you take a finger or two up inside your asshole when I lick it, would you like to have a black cock inside your pussy hole and me sticking my cock slowly inside your ass?... A double penetration... switching off in and out like pistons in a car engine... I think you might like that too. 

In this fantasy I think about your black lover man dumping a big load of cock cum inside your lovely pussy hole. A big cream pie made by another man... I would like to clean it up for you. I would enjoy you forcing me to lick your cunt clean of all that messy cock cum from your big black lover. Thick, creamy, and salty like mine, but much more in volume... Just gushing out of your open engorged pussy hole. So much volume that I can only keep up with some of it coming out of you and the rest dribbles around my mouth and down my chin. 

You say to me:

" My little cream pie eater are you happy now?... mouth full of cock cum from another man?"

You rock back in forth and loosen the load so it flows out of you. 

"Clean me up really good for some more fucking and sucking time with our new black friend"

"Lick it all out of the inside of me and clean up around my pussy lips too"

... as you grind your hips down and force your cunt over my entire mouth. I can hardly breathe and smell through my nose pussy juice and cock cum together. 

In the process of cleaning up your little white pussy hole you begin to get aroused again... you want more sex, more attention. 

"Mhhh... the way you are licking my cunt and clean out my cream pie is making me horny for black dick again... I am looking at and stroking this big black cock while you lick me clean. "

"Look at me stroke this thick cock... I can barely get my hand around the base...I want it back inside me while you watch him stretch me open with this thing"

The black man in the three way is beginning to get aroused again too, but not fast enough to satisfy you. Would you make me get him hard for you?... Would you make me take black cock in my mouth and prepare him for your cunt?

"Suck that dick and get it up for my hot cunt I need more big black dick!"

You tell me to: "Lick the pisshole like you tell me to do for you...lick up and down that long black shaft"

"That is it lick around the dick head and slowly take more in your mouth you cock slut...my husband is a good little cock slut for me... yes?"

My mouth is full and I can only mumble my agreement: "Mhhhh...yes"

I take him slowly into my mouth ... as deep as I can... he is bigger than me and the thick shaft starts to gag me a little. 

The black man is engorged again and ready to mount you...he gets behind you and lies back so I can see a front view of black cock sliding inside your stretched pussy. You have a slight grimace on your face as you try to slide down on that thick monster. You are biting your lower lip while you try to accommodate him, but I think I see a little bit of a smile in it too. You finally wiggle down onto the last 3-4 inches and let out a ...ahhhh...and utter the words:

"Gawd!... yes it feels good"

You lie back on him and I am looking at your clit and outer pussy lips stretch around his big black cock and I can see the bottom of his thick veined cock and heavy long hanging balls. 

You call for me... 

" Get up here, between our legs and lick my clit and keep my pussy wet...this big black stud is stretching me open and I need you to keep my pussy juices going. "

" Look and lick my clit. see how big it is when I am excited from black dick...lick it for me... lick my little clit cock for Mommy" 

I crawl up between your legs and feel the strength in the black mans legs and see his cock slide inside your pussy like a big steel shaft... glistening from your cunt juices. I start to lick your clit, sucking on it like a little cock, just the way you like and you moan in approval. The tip of my tongue touches the bottom of that thick shaft as it slides in and out. I start to explore the cock shaft and your clit at the same time both of you enjoy my attentions. He shaves his balls like I do for you and the feeling of those balls banging against me as I struggle to satisfy both of you is a new sensation. I enjoy the smell of pussy and cock together and lose track of time until I hear both of you starting to come together. 

You say:

" Lick us harder we are starting to come... lick my clit and let me cream all over this fucking thick black cock!"...you like the taste of cock in my pussy don't you?... don't lie to me"

"Lick us both you little cock and pussy slut!!...you like the taste of cock in my pussy don't you?... don't lie to me"

"Look how this black cock is filling me up with dick...lick us both until we cream!"

"Lick my pussy make me come!!"

"Oh fuck lick my pussy make come all over this big dick inside!"

"Yes... yes... just like that yes... mhhh... yes keep going...mhhhh!!"

You come first and hard, so very hard I think you might pass out from the feelings, but you are still horny too from this group fuck and you have one more erotic twist to relish on your husband for this little three way. You have come but the big black dick inside you is still pumping away... he is close and lets you know and at the very last second while I still lick clit and cock you force his fully engorged cock head into my mouth. It surprises me and I am not ready for it, but take it and can hear your giggles of lusty joy in my ears just has he erupts in my mouth. It feels like buckets of come and I cannot pull away you hold my head in place. I can swallow most of it and the rest dribbles down my chin. I can feel him slowly very slowly go soft in my mouth and I linger on the sensation of just have you, my wife, make me take a hot black load in my mouth. 

You say:

"Suck it all... take it all in your mouth ...you like it like that don't you?"

"Mhhh...so very big...so much come"

I feel like I am going to gag on it. 

"You look so very slutty to me now... with that black cock in your mouth come creaming out the sides. "

" Now you know what it feels like to take a big load!"... you look like the Cheshire cat while I clean myself up. 

Both of you slump and relax in contentment and I still have a hard on needing release. You call for me to bring it toward you mouth. 

" Your three way idea made me so happy... let me finish that stiff prick off in my mouth so we all can relax"

After the things I have seen and things I have done today it doesn't take long for me to shoot a full load into your tender mouth. You take it all and look straight into my eyes and I can see the pure contentment in you, you are satisfied with this sexual adventure. 

As we often do we both slip into a content little nap and our black friend dresses and kiss you softly on the forehead as you sleep. I look up at him and mouth the words thank you for both of us and slip into that lovely post sex sleep with my lovely wife, you. 

Thanks for sharing one of your fantasies with me. 

Hopefully the DVD and toys will help you live it out a bit and I would love to be included to fulfill it with you. 

Sometime in the future I might say again: "Hey! Is that a black guy in my bedroom?"

And you might be able to say: " yes and he looks happy to see us!"



Happy Anniversary!



It was James and Marissa's 10th Wedding anniversary and James wanted to do something radically different and extra special for his beautiful and stunning wife. Money was no object; James was heir to the family fortune: a chemical company responsible for developing baby products; oils and shampoos, creams and lotions. James took his position in the company seriously, which meant he worked hard and occasionally long hours. For this anniversary, James wanted to give his very loving and adoring wife a wonderful anniversary gift, that encompassed all he was feeling, one that said Thank you; I love you; I'm sorry I work so late; You're amazing; and Be mine forever - all rolled into one. 

James wasn't frivolous with his money, and he knew his money could buy almost anything he desired. With this in mind, and with some helpful suggestions from his female co-workers, he put together a gift for his wife that unsurpassed anything he had ever bought her before - after all, what does one get one's spouse when they want for nothing?

It was Friday, the day was warm and a little muggy outside. Marissa lay naked by the pool, improving on her all over body tan. She refused to do the fake tan thing, instead preferring the natural glow the sun caressed her skin with. Her husband preferred this too, and she would do anything for him. On the occasion when her husband was working from home during the day, he would come out and stare at his beautiful wife laying naked on the pool lounge. He admired her pert breasts pointing toward the sky, the little pink nipples always erect, always inviting. 

Marissa kept herself in good shape, she always had. It didn't take much as she had a natural propensity for sports and as she had time at her disposal, she involved herself in both team sports and aerobic workouts on her own. James would stand and stare at his wife's lean fit body, marvelling at her strong and yet feminine thighs, remembering how last night they were wrapped tightly around his back and pulling him firmly inside her. 

He gazed longingly over her long, tapered, smooth, tanned legs, again remembering how they straddled him last night as she bounced hard up and down upon him, working herself into a frenzy. His eyes reached her feet, her delicate little feet and toes, the ones he had sucked on, licked and kissed last night too. Every part of her was exquisite, delightful, delicate, strong, and feminine. But he had saved the best till last. His eyes moved finally to the little mound between her thighs. It was fully waxed, smooth, delicate, and fresh, like a girl: new, innocent, cute. 

Marissa had only recently begun to have her pubic mound waxed, a 'Brazilian' it was called, completely waxed, free of hair, soft, smooth, and tantalising to her husbands touch. Infact, it was one of Marissa's birthday presents from last year. Jamie had bought his sumptuous wife a spa indulgence pack that included among other treats, facials, massages and a Brazilian wax. It wasn't that Marissa was vain or prudish, in fact she was 

far from either, but at first she just didn't think she needed, or even wanted a full fanny wax, the hair after all, had always been there, it was as much a part of her body as the hair on her head, the nails on her fingers, the freckles adorning her nose. But, after talking to the beautician, who convinced Marissa to try it, she went for it, and had the whole lot taken off. 

On her way home that day, Marissa smiled with the secret knowledge that her pubic region was completely hair free, it was soft, she had run her hands over herself when she stole a private moment in the shower before leaving the spa house. She loved what she felt, it excited her, and she became wet. She quickened her pace home to her husband who was waiting for her. She was eager to show him her new look, she wanted him to feel her too, she knew her wetness would excite him. 

When Marissa arrived home, she took her husband straight into their room, pushed him backwards onto the bed, and lifted up her skirt. She had no pants on and stepped up close to her husbands face so that her pussy was only inches away from his mouth. He grabbed her buttocks from behind, "Oh babe, that looks hot, do you like it?" her husband looked up into his excited wife's twinkling eyes, "I sure do honey" she said, and then, asked in a teasing voice, "Do you wanna play?" Marissa straddled her husband's face with her clean shaven pussy, and rubbed hard so he could feel the sweet, new softness of her delicate skin. It wasn't long before she came into his mouth, gushing into him with sweet unrefined pleasure.

The doorbell rang. Silence until Marissa heard the maid walking towards her from inside the house. "A telegram madam" the maid handed Marissa a piece of paper. It read: "Happy Anniversary My Love. Reservations at the Bridge Crest Towers. 4pm. Suite 705. Meet you there. Loving You Eternally. James."

Marissa was excited, although a little bemused. Reservations at a hotel just down the road? That was a nice idea James, she thought, but surely that can't be all? There would have to be something else. Marissa wasn't greedy, she was just use to wealth and all the luxuries it afforded. Presents and gifts for her had always been extravagant - island holidays, sports cars, a chalet in France, a safari in Africa. So a weekend reservation at a hotel close by, there must be a catch, Marissa wondered. 

But Marissa knew her husband too well, and there would of course be more to her 'gift' than a weekend in a nearby hotel, but what, she wondered, and she instinctively new it would be something really special - she tingled with excitement.

Marissa arrived at the hotel promptly at four and was escorted to her Penthouse suit room. She went straight to the king-size bed were she noticed a small envelope with her name written on it, in James handwriting. Marissa read the note: "Hi babe. Have a shower and change into the bathrobe provided. Lay on the bed. Relax. Enjoy yourself. I will see you soon." Marissa smiled, the gift giving had begun.

Marissa did as instructed and was lying on the bed, naked beneath the bath robe. Soon there was a gentle knock at the door. He knocks, Marissa giggled, thinking it her husband, she answered without getting up, "Come in." The door opened and to her shock, a big chunky, rather good looking black man entered the room. 

#1 THE MASSEUSE

Marissa sat up, "Yes?" she queried, "Can I help you?"

The tall muscle bound and very good-looking black man spoke ever so softly, a deep low calming voice, the sort that commanded attention and yet ushered a sense of safety, even serenity. "Ma'am, your husband James instructed me to be your masseuse for the next hour. Please, lie down, relax." The English accent was spoken in soft soothing tones. He was a beautiful looking man, Marissa mused.

Marissa lay slowly, cautiously back. The gentle giant spoke again, "Please ma'am, turn onto your stomach. I am going to turn off the lights, prepare the oils, and be right with you. Please, relax and breathe deeply." His voice was deep, syrupy, and languid. 

Marissa took a while to relax; the thought of this huge bulk of a man about to touch her naked self was making her shiver, even though she was warm. She trusted James with every fibre in her body, so she obeyed her masseuses instructions, and began to breathe deeply, concentrating on every breath, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, becoming aware of her body. Soon, she felt heavy, and the newly heady scent of 

sandalwood and vanilla, filled the room, and she relaxed. 

Two hot heavy hands slid onto Marissa's back, her eyes darted open. The hands rubbed oil, and lots of it, onto her back, firmly rubbing it into her skin. The big hands slid slowly, deftly upon every section of her back, her lower back, her upper, her shoulders, they rubbed oil down the length of her arms and down to her fingers, massaging oil into each and every finger, right to the tip, even rubbing the warm slightly scented oil into her nails. The strong hands slowly smoothed in the oil back up the arm and into the curve in Marissa's shoulders and neck. The masseuse's hands found knots and tension spots and kneaded them, he pushed in hard enough for Marissa to feel pain, but pleasure at the same time. He smoothed down the middle of the back, and then rubbed with expert fingers back up each side of Marissa's spine; it tingled, felt good, really good. 

Marissa could hear the masseuse get more oil, she heard him rub more onto his hands, she heard him squelching it between his fingers, and the slapping sound it made when his hands made contact again with her skin. This time, he massaged her legs. He began at the top of her thighs and worked his way down. Marissa had incredibly ticklish calf muscles and she tensed as he neared them. He sensed and felt her tense up, and his touch became lighter. He worked his way down to her feet and toes, his expertise massaging away every spot that ached, and because there weren't that many, she was just enjoying the sensation of heavy masculine hands rubbing lashings of smooth warm oil onto her body. Every part of her was rapidly relaxing, she felt heavier than ever, she smiled. 

The hands had begun to climb slowly back up her legs and were now concentrating on Marissa's upper thigh. He smoothed the skin and gradually, ever so delicately moved his hands up onto Marissa's buttocks. At first he just rubbed them, but soon he had begun to kneed them a little more powerfully, pushing and pulling at the skin, rubbing in the oil. 

With each deliberate push down on her buttocks, Marissa at the same time could feel her pussy being forced in a downward and circle like manner, pushing against the massage table. Each push down made her tingle between her legs. With each push down, she could feel herself breathing heavier. The hands moved back up Marissa's back, she was a little disappointed, but not for long. The masseuse's hands laying flat on her back began circling in big wide circles. 

He started just above her buttocks, his hands making their way up her spine, and sweeping back down her sides to her buttocks again. The next time he repeated the action, his hands making contact with Marissa's breasts, squashed and spilling slightly to the side of her body. Again the masseuse repeated his move, each time getting closer and closer to Marissa's breasts, and each time he slowed and then finally, he stayed at them. Getting as much breast in his hands as he could, he began to massage only her breasts. He was soft, tender, slow, but it was still massaging, if ever so erotic. 

Marissa was excited, a strange man, a big hunky black muscle bound man was rubbing her tits, squelching oil into them, kneading them, and then he reached even further in and found her nipples. Marissa let out a loud agreeable sigh as the masseuse gently squeezed them between big oily fingers. At the sigh, the masseuse gently eased his big bulking upper torso down onto Marissa's back and began to slide himself across her. He was heavy, he was very warm, she could smell his masculine scent and it was intoxicating. 

She lifted herself up from the table ever so slightly so as the masseuse could get a better hold of her breasts, which he did with great ease. Marissa shifted into another world, a paradise of erotic sinful pleasure, a place she felt comfortable being in, a place where it was okay for a stranger, her masseuse to rub his naked upper torso across her back, grinding heavily into her, over her, onto her, while firmly, tenderly, lustfully groping at her breasts and squeezing her nipples.

"Madam, I must stop now" the big man whispered gently into Marissa's ear, and quite suddenly he lifted himself up off her body, and removed himself to the bathroom.

Marissa lay on the massage table and tired to calm herself, it was difficult, for the sounds coming from the bathroom strongly resembled the sounds of a grown man muffling a powerful orgasm.

Shortly after, the masseuse reappeared. "Ma'am, your husband left this for you" he handed her another note which she read. "Meet me in the spa, Floor 10, down the end of the corridor on the right."

#2 THE QUICK FUCK

Marissa opened the door and straight away spotted her husband sitting in the spa, next to him an ice bucket containing a bottle with two glasses.

"That massage was fantastic!" she told him, and as she entered the spa, her husband 

handed her a glass of champagne. She took a sip, and then placed the glass down so she could kiss her husband thank you.

James said nothing, he smiled at his beautiful woman, kissed her back, and then suddenly pinned his unsuspecting wife up against the wall of the spa. She gasped as her husband met her open mouth with his, and he kissed her deep, his wet hungry tongue penetrating her. Marissa moaned, the massage had made her horny; she wanted to do something about it immediately. Her secret thoughts were answered instantly as she felt her husbands hand slip beneath her bikini bottom and part her virginal lips with his fingers. As he did this he pressed up hard against her pushing into her breasts and massaged his chest against them. He whispered passionately into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you."

Marissa moaned and spread her legs wide for her husband as he released his erection that was concealed in his bathing pants. He had already found her opening with his fingers, and now with his other hand, James guided his hardness into his eager and willing wife. She gasped as his huge cock entered her, and he matched her cries. He thrust with the eagerness of a young boy new to the act of sex, as his two hands gripped onto his wife's shoulders and pulled her in even closer to him.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" Marissa cried out and her husband grew frantic, thrusting inside her harder, faster, the climax near for both. Marissa clawed at her husbands back like a hundred times before, the tell-tale sign she was about to explode in orgasm, and as she did, her husband felt his wife shudder and convulse, her pussy tightening around his hard, hot and heaving cock. Marissa moaned and came while her husband also shuddered, ejaculating deep inside her.

James and Marissa stood silent, motionless for a minute, catching their breaths, steadying themselves on their shaky legs. The couple smiled lovingly at each other, "Thank you for my beautiful gift my love" Marissa cooed at her husband kissing him full on the lips.

"Your gift?" he mocked.

"My massage!" she giggled.

"Ohhhh, that gift" he teased. "That wasn't all of it you know."

"It wasn't? Oooohhh goody" she squealed with delight, "What else is there?" she stared at him wide eyed in wonder like a child on Christmas morning. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" she insisted. "Or was 'that' just it?" she smiled referring to their quick little fuck in the spa. 

The door to the spa suddenly opened and another couple, entered the room. "Hi, do you mind if we join you?" beamed the busty, cute blonde.

#3 VOYEURISM

James and Marissa looked at each other, smiled and shrugged, then looking back at the couple, James answered for them both, "Sure, come on in, we don't mind at all."

As the couple slipped off their robes, Marissa suppressed a giggle as the two revealed 

completely naked bodies. She looked at her husband and raised her eyes, he smiled back at her. 

The naked couple slipped into the warm water and immediately began kissing each other. Marissa motioned for her and her husband to leave, but to her surprise, James grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the water. He leaned into his wife and softly said, "No babe, watch. This is also for you. Happy Anniversary," he kissed his wife gently on the cheek. James's eyes went back to the kissing couple opposite them, and then back to his adoring wife. She followed his look before grinning like a child, and then settled back for the show.

The couple opposite were both quite a good-looking pair, in an overly made up and fake sort of way. It occurred to Marissa that they may have been escorts. However, the way they were tightly embraced made Marissa wonder. Perhaps they were swingers, she thought. 

The couple kissed for a long time, Marissa only very occasionally glimpsing a bit of the blonde woman's ample bosom. It was hard to see anything else really, the two were emerged in water from the waist down, the small waves and ripples the couple were making obscuring any view of what may have been going on below. 

Soon the couple disengaged from each other; the man jumped up out of the spa and sat on the edge of the pool. He was side on to Marissa and James, and Marissa immediately noticed the strong erection he was supporting. The woman took the queue and went straight for her partner's thick erection, and began to suck on it. The whole solid 

piece of him went into her mouth as she enveloped it with expert lips. She took it all in, up to his balls, and back out again; she gripped it with one hand, and worked his penis in and out of her mouth in long, smooth deep sucks. Her partner, watching from above, smiled down at his woman, expressing his delight with comments of appreciation. After a few more impressive sucks, she withdrew her mouth and wrapped two hands around the solid member now reddened and glistening from her work. With two hands firmly around his cock she squeezed hard and licked at the tip, she licked and flicked at it, while altering the pressure of her hands and fingers. After a few more licks she took the tip, and the tip only into her mouth and sucked hard on it for a while, the rest of the man above her grip groaning loudly, his eyes now closed, his head thrown back. The woman performed her act of fellatio on her man for quite some time; Marissa wondered how he could be in such control, the question of his profession entering her head again. 

The couple didn't speak, but soon he motioned for his lady friend to stop. He stood up and walked over to the steps of the spa. She went to meet him. They took up their positions, she stood with her back to him, and he stood behind her. Both of them with their backs to Marissa and James. The woman eased herself down leaning forwards on her hands, Marissa had a perfect vision of the woman's ass, and she could she her clean shaven pussy squished between her legs as she bent over. 

He moved in closer behind her, and with one hand pressing on her back, he used his other to guide himself into her. The couple fucked. He slid into her easily, slowly, and slid back out, not all the way, just so his tip was still inside her. He slid in again, this time he stayed inside her and pressed firmly against her. Suddenly, he slapped her buttocks hard, she screamed out, and he plunged into her again and again. He was fucking her hard, Marissa could hear his balls slapping up against her, she could see them jangling between his rhythmic thrusts. The man had a hold of the woman's hips, holding onto them tight while he thrust repeatedly into her, harder and harder, thrusting, grunting, groaning, her moving in perfect sync, thrusting, grunting, and moaning. 

He yelled to the room he was about to come, withdrew his red hot and glistening dick from inside her, and wanked himself till he came onto her back. Once he had finished, he sat on the step, resting. The woman then turned to face Marissa and James, smiled at them, licked her fingers, and masturbated herself into her own orgasm.

As soon as the couple had gone, Marissa turned to her husband. "Oh babe, that was so incredibly brilliant, let's fuck!" 

Her husband laughed, "Okay, but not just yet. Are you hungry?" he asks. 

She stopped to think, "Yes, I am a bit, but I'm also really horny babe, come on?!" James laughed again, "Tell you what, go cool off in the pool, I'll bring you something to eat in there" he kissed his wife hard, firm and full on her plump red lips and then left.




Happy Anniversary!



Marissa dove into the pool and felt the exhilaration of cool water against her hot skin. She swam underwater the length of the pool before surfacing, her breathing hard. She turned around, eyes closed, thoughts focused on the images of what had just transpired in the spa. She splashed water on her face and opened her eyes to the sound of another splash at the other end of the pool. She thought it strange she hadn't heard James come into the room. The body swimming in the water before her, was also swimming the length of the pool, and soon, a woman's face appeared within feet of Marissa's. 

#4 A GIRL THING

Before Marissa even opened her mouth to speak, the other woman smiled, and sweetly, softly said, "Your husband told me you were hungry." The stranger moved closer to Marissa, "I have something here you can eat." Marissa could feel the woman's breath on her cheek, "Me." she said, and then kissed Marissa full on the lips.

Marissa responded and kissed the woman back. The sensual lock of smooth girl lips on girl lips was exhilarating to Marissa. She wanted more, she kissed the stranger back harder and soon felt a foreign tongue inside her mouth. Marissa met the tongue with her own and greedily licked at it. The other woman pressed up against Marissa and with one hand began to massage Marissa's breasts. 

She was gentle at first until egged by Marissa's moans of appreciation, and began to pull at them more firmly, kneading them, pulling at the nipple and squeezing them between her fingers. The stranger then grabbed at the other breast and began to fondle it, Marissa moaned, "Oh god," she called out. 

The stranger turned Marissa around and pulled her away from the back of the pool edge. The tall buxom blonde then pulled herself up easily from the pool, turned to face Marissa and sat herself down, legs dangling in the water. Marissa stared, then smiled. The stranger opened her legs wide before Marissa's face. "Like it?" she seductively asked, Marissa nodded yes. "Then lick it" she whispered.

Marissa had never been with another woman before. Until now she had never kissed another on the lips up above let alone kiss these reddened, plump and juicy lips now right in front of her face. She was excited, nervous, ready. Marissa moved in closer to the stranger, sitting spread eagled in front of her, and held on to each side of the woman's thighs, she took a deep breathe, and plunged, gently in. 

Marissa knew instinctively where to aim her tongue at, but first she licked around the inner lips of the clean shaven vagina wide open in front of her face. They felt soft, tasted slightly sweet, smelled a little musky. She traced around the soft skin with her tongue, up to the mound of Venus where she kissed it delicately with soft, semi-staccato kisses, before tonguing her way back down the inner lips. She began to kiss the swollen fleshy lips, she suckled on them, gently licked them, a moan was heard from above. Marissa could see her strangers clit now, it had grown to be fully visible, it was red, inviting, almost calling out to Marissa to be touched, or perhaps she was sensing the need for her own to be touched, licked, kissed, suckled. 

She carefully, slowly traced around the outside of the little perfect circle of flesh, the stranger beneath her lips squirmed, quivered, moaned louder. Marissa licked at her clit, softly, gently, then began to suckle it as the moans from above came louder. "Oh yes, suck my clit, that feels great" the woman cried out.

Marissa continued sucking, she also licked and flicked at the clitoris with delicate little butterfly flicks. She flattened her tongue and lapped at the clit, before tracing around the entire pussy with her own lips, kissing and sucking at the strangers. Marissa sought out the other woman's dark hole with her fingers, and as she traced around the entrance with her tongue, she slid in a finger, and back out, and then slid it in again. "OH god yes, fuck me with your finger honey," came the request from above, "And keep sucking me, oh yeah, that's it, suck my pussy," it sounded mildly comical to Marissa who had her own face buried in the cunt of a strangers, but it also made her want to please this other woman, she wanted to make the stranger come. Marissa wanted to make the stranger come on her face, and in her mouth. 

With these curious thoughts inside her head, Marissa's mind and body burned with an almost aching need to make the stranger orgasm as soon and as strong as she could.

Marissa continued in her quest, she fucked the strangers pussy with her finger, and then inserted another, and then a third. "Oh yes", came the call from above, Marissa went for a fourth, and then finally, the whole front of her hand slipped inside easily, into the warm wet and wide open pussy in front of her. She slid her hand in and back out, slowly at first, twisting her hand slightly around and back, sliding in further, extracting it back out carefully. It was time to make her stranger come. Marissa continued to fuck her friend with her hand, and at the same time her mouth, made contact with the strangers clit. She suckled it, lapping at it, licking and flicking at it until she noticed her friend shuddering ever so slightly, then making sudden quick jolts, her body tensing up. The stranger's back began to arch and her moans grew louder, her voice yelling, "Oh yes, that's it, that's it!" Marissa worked with a fury she had not known before, she was really fucking this woman with her own hand and her own mouth. She worked quicker, harder, her hand slipping in even further, she was fisting the stranger. With her tongue, she lapped, she lapped and tasted and lapped some more, until the strangers back arched one final time, her legs raised slightly off the floor and spread even wider, and as she screamed out into the room, the stranger came into Marissa's hand as it fucked her hard. Marissa quickly withdrew her hand and plunged her face into the pink hole that oozed juices; she licked it up, tasted the other female coming inside her mouth, felt her shudder with orgasm, Marissa felt primal, and liked it. 

The stranger lay back on the ground near the edge of the pool. She lay shuddering in post coital glee, touching herself as she slowly calmed down. Marissa watched her, she had succeeded, she was pleased with herself, she had just touched another woman and made her come. This was something she would love to try again, and she couldn't wait to tell her husband.

While Marissa watched her stranger lay peacefully back on the side of the pool catching her breath, she was aware of a noise in the pool behind her. She knew who it was. James had dived into the pool, and Marissa could feel him underwater making his was to her. He surfaced directly behind her, wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife's waist and slipped both hands down the front of her bikini, and grabbed firmly, gently at her pussy. She moaned at the touch and lay back into his chest.

He whispered into her neck, "Did you love that honey?" he sweetly enquired. In answer, she turned and faced him and began to kiss him feverishly, deeply, her tongue searching out and finding his. She wondered if he could taste the stranger's juices in her own mouth. She wrapped both legs around him and began to grind herself against him, she wanted to fuck.

Her husband responded, and walked with his wife to the edge of the pool. James pushed his wife firmly up against the wall and slipped his hand once again into her panties; even in the pool he could feel how incredibly wet and warm his wife was as he slid a long thin finger deep inside her. As Marissa threw her head back and cried out, she felt another pair of legs, softer, female, wrap around her from behind. It was the stranger, Marissa had forgotten all about her. James stopped, pulled back, Marissa introduced the woman to her husband, "James, this is…………."

The stranger smiled, ""Hi, I'm Chrissie" 

"Hello Chrissie," James answered, and smiled knowingly at Chrissie.

"How about we go over there to the step babe" James suggested to his wife, and as he carried his wife thru the water, he also ushered for Chrissie to join them.

#5 AND HUBBY MAKES THREE

The threesome took up position on the pool steps, James directed them. Marissa giggled as she realised that James must have been orchestrating this little scenario in his mind for quite some time. He knew where he wanted these two women, and he was going to make sure they were exactly where he said.

He told Chrissie to sit on the second stair from the top, "With your legs together," he instructed. The water lapped at her waist and her large breasts bobbled in the water. "Marissa, I want you to sit on her lap, facing me." The two gorgeous women giggled as they positioned themselves. James stood in front of the pair in waist high water, admiring their beauty, their individuality, their womanliness, and silently, secretly excited by what he knew he was about to participate in. A sense of power and control surged through his veins and the blood in his body thickened and charged into his penis, lifting it high and erect; it throbbed with anticipation.

"Chrissie, reach forward and grab my wife's knees" Chrissie did as she was told, Marissa could feel Chrissie's breasts push up against her back, it was fantastic. "Spread my wife's legs" he ordered. Chrissie obeyed, and slowly, deliberately pulled apart the legs she had hold of. 

"Wider" he said, and she complied. Marissa's legs were spread as wide as she could get them, she suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed, even though this was her husband standing in front of her. 

He said nothing, he just stared at his wife's wide open legs. He stood and stared for a long time at his wife's cunt, there on display for him to look at. Her cunt, he thought, just for him, to delight in, to savour. He could have it, he could touch it, feel it, slip his fingers inside it, taste it, his wife's pussy was there for him. He was going to have it, he was going to penetrate it, fuck it, make it ooze sweet warm liquid love, and then he was going to taste it. It was his, and he wanted it, wanted her, now. 

His gaze moved back up onto the faces of the two women, "Touch my wife's breasts" James commanded, and again Chrissie complied. She began to softly massage the small and pert breasts of the woman who sat on her knee, the woman who sat with legs spread apart, pussy on display. Marissa found this all so highly exhilarating; she needed to fuck, and quickly. 

As if reading her mind, her husband walked toward his wife, stepped up a step, and plunged his hard erect cock deep into his wife's wide open hole. They both cried out in binding ecstasy, and came together. Jamie didn't even need to thrust, his wife shuddered beneath him, Chrissie groped madly at breasts and pinched at nipples. The husband and wife came into each other, their cum swapped and sloshed inside one another, the stranger a part of the intimacy of the moment. 

The three adults heaved and panted, they kissed and touched each other some more, and finally they embraced and thanked one another for sharing in an act so hot, so wonderful, so delicious. Once everyone had calmed down, they all kissed each other goodbye, and Chrissie left the couple alone.

"Are you hungry?" Jamie asked his wife

Marissa laughed, "You asked me that hours ago!"

"Yes, but this time I mean for food, real food." he answered, then "Come on, dinner is waiting up in the room for us. Let's go and replenish our energy."  Back up in their motel room, James and Marissa sat on their king size bed feasting on an exquisite array of food before them. There was a large platter of seafood, accompanied by small bowls of different fruits; strawberries, melons, grapes, mangos. There were bowls of crisp salads, a platter of both hard and soft cheeses, various dips, olives, vine leaves. There was a large basket of fresh warm crusty bread that James broke off into chunks and passed to his wife. 

The couple was starving; they had had a sizeable workout session since arriving at the hotel, and nothing to eat since. They gobbled down greedily the delicious delicacies in complete silence, they were completely comfortable. The only sounds emanating in the room, their slurps, burps, grunts of satisfaction, the occasional, "oh yum, this is great, try this". 

James opened a bottle of champagne and the couple sat drinking and eating the food, the place, each other. Suddenly James jumped up from the bed and headed toward the television. He turned it on, fiddled with the remote control, and then returned to the bed next to his wife. 

"I wonder what is on TV?" he asked. 

#6 DR'S AND NURSES

The picture flickered onto the screen and Marissa sat amused as she saw it was a porn movie. There was a man dressed in a doctor's uniform, across from him a woman as a nurse: she had a ridiculously short and tight little white number on, complete with knee high white stockings and high heels. Lying on the examination table was a naked woman. The doctor instructed the nurse to spread 'his patients' legs, which she did so with gloved hands. The doctor bent down and peered into the woman's vagina, he was taking a long hard look at it. He then instructed the nurse to insert some sort of long thin stainless steel implement into the 'patient'. The nurse carefully inserted the thin instrument, sliding it into the woman's pussy, and back out. 

There was a swapping of dialogue in the movie, but Marissa and Jamie were oblivious to it. They both sat on the bed watching with amusement, watching in comfortable silence, picking at their food tray and sipping on champagne. Soon the doctor and nurse had begun to take it in turns of inserting various instruments into the patient's pussy. Each instrument was getting fatter, bigger, more phallic. And soon enough, the woman patient was writhing around, moaning, groaning and enjoying herself. The doctor then instructed his nurse to insert her own finger into the woman. The camera panned in for a close up as the nurses gloved fingers each in turn, penetrated the woman patient, who in turn moaned and groaned in delight. 

When the camera pulled back, the doctor could be seen in the background, his doctors coat pulled aside, his hand wrapped firmly around his rather large, long and erect penis. After an over exposed amount of time, it was the doctors turn. He ushered for his nurse to remove herself and her fingers, before he climbed up onto the examination table, and began to have sex with his female patient.

Marissa hadn't noticed that James had gotten up from the bed, and then returning, stood in front of her. He was clad in a white coat, very similar to the one on the doctor on the screen in front of her.

Marissa burst out laughing. "WHAT is that?" she asked meaning the coat. James donned a bad European accent when he answered, "Zis, is my coat, and I am zee doctor, and now, I must be needing to examine you" Marissa laughed and James walked over to her, pushing her down on the bed, "Lay down and be quiet" he ordered. Marissa tried to stifle her giggles. "Spread your legs oont I vill look up into your, bits" James, The Doctor, ordered. His 'patient' did as she was asked and spread her legs for the good doctor. He sat at the foot of the bed, and rose up his patient's legs so her feet were supporting her spread legs. 

"Hmmm, very nice, very nice" the good doctor mused. "But I must test you" he added, and from one of his pockets, James, The Doctor, retrieved a rather large chocolate bar. He looked at it, then at his patient, and then began to unwrap the bar, slowly. Once 

unwrapped, he smiled, "I will test wif this" he told Marissa, and took the chocolate to his patients now moist vagina. 

The doctor used the bar like a pencil, and traced around the exposed vaginal walls, the heat of Marissa's pussy melting the chocolate, smearing it onto her lips. James repeated his examination using his implement of choice, rubbing the chocolate around and around the lips of Marissa's pussy, before slowly slipping the bar gently into her hole. Marissa sighed in delight, so James slipped it in again, this time further inside. 

He continued to slowly and gently push the chocolate bar into his smiling wife, her moans getting louder and longer. James then eased the chocolate bar out, and swapped it for his mouth. He tasted his wife's pussy, rich with the smells and tastes of her own juices now mixed with the warm sweet tincture of chocolate - she was absolutely delicious. James couldn't get enough of her; he buried his face deep into Marissa's crotch and licked it, suckled at her clit, sent his tongue probing deep into her dark, moist sweet hole. "You're going to make me explode!" Marissa cried out. James reached beside him and grabbed back at the chocolate bar, he sent it back inside his wife and thrust it in and out, while he worked furiously with his tongue to make his wife come. He succeeded, and soon the woman above him cried out in an explosive orgasm. As she convulsed, her pussy tightened around the chocolate bar, James pushed it in even harder to capture every last bit of orgasm his wife's body was experiencing. 

#7 IT'S A GROUP THING

The couple fell asleep in each others arms before a knock at the door awoke them. "Must be room service," James said and Marissa took herself off to have a shower. She was rather sticky and sweaty.

In the shower Marissa distinctively heard women talking and at least more than one man other than her husband. She wondered what was going on. She rinsed the last of the conditioner out of her hair, turned off the water and got out. As she towelled herself dry, she again heard the voices of strangers inside her room. Marissa looked around for some clothes to put on, but she hadn't bought any in the bathroom with her. Hanging up behind the door, was a hotel bathrobe, she slipped it on and walked out.

In the lounge room of their suite, Marissa was greeted by three gorgeous woman, two handsome men, and her husband James, who stood to meet his wife. The strangers were each as different as each other, but all equally beautiful. "Honey, I'd like to introduce you to some people" James began, and took his wife's hand giving her a reassuring squeeze. 

He introduced the three women first, but Marissa's head was beginning to fill with wild thoughts of why these people were all here. She noticed how the women were dressed. They were quite glamorous dresses, very tight fitting; they were well made up, and wore quite exquisite jewellery. The first woman sitting on the sofa was a dark haired Asian beauty; Japanese Marissa thought. She had long jet-black, straight hair and soft, pale, smooth skin. Her almond brown eyes were big and wide, they sparkled at Marissa as she nodded and smiled hello. The blonde woman sitting next to the Asian lady was very big breasted, and that was about the only thing Marissa noticed. The third woman was petit, with short dark cropped hair; she looked a lot younger than the other two. She had huge blue eyes and ruby red lips which both stood out in stark comparison to her pale skin. She was quite beautiful; Marissa noticed and smiled warmly at her as she said her hellos. 

Marissa suddenly grew suspicious, then nervous, then excited, before finally tuning back to her husbands introductions. She hadn't heard a single name of the women sitting there before her, she made a note to ask again later, when she had calmed down. The men were next. Sam, he was the tall blonde, well chiselled cheek bones, quite luscious soft looking lips, olive complexion, bright blue eyes, a broad friendly smile. He had a hot body, well muscled, toned, she could tell even under his shirt. If this guy is a paid escort, Marissa thought, I bet he's the pick of the bunch. Marissa smiled hello and reached her hand out to meet Sam's, who instead of shaking it, lifted it up to his lips and kissed her hello back. Marissa blushed. 




Happy Anniversary!



The second man, was slightly smaller than Sam, but still quite well built. His name was Mark, he looked like he was Italian or perhaps Greek. He had jet black hair, dark skin, red lips and deep big brown eyes. His smile was almost sly, a bit cheeky, a smile that almost dared you to…….

James served champagne to everyone, and soon the group were happily swapping small talk. The talk however, didn't last long, and soon, Marissa was the guest of honour in a one of a kind performance put on by the newly acquire crowd joined in her room.

All three woman stood up, next to each other. The Japanese lady turned to the blonde woman, and unzipped her dress, slipped it off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. The blonde woman was naked underneath, her huge breasts with big pink nipples staring out at everyone. She was a well rounded voluptuous woman, shapely and sexy, her big blonde locks falling down her back, her blue eyes staring straight at Marissa, she smiled. The blonde woman then turned to the Japanese lady, and did the same thing to her; undressed her, letting her dress slip to the floor. In stark contrast, the thin, tall and elegant Japanese lady stood naked beside the blonde woman, showing off her fantastic lithe physique. She was pale, her skin smooth like porcelain, her legs long, the hair nestled in her crotch, jet black like the hair on her head. The two women kissed lightly on the mouth.

At this point, the two men stood up and went to the two naked women. They stood beside each of the naked ones, who then began to slowly, erotically undress the men, first their shirts, then unbuttoning their pants. They slid them effortlessly to the floor, they were naked underneath. The woman swapped partners, and each one went down to the penis of the other. They both sucked with passion on each erect penis, before swapping partners again. Marissa looked over and noticed there was still the other dark haired petite girl sitting, fully clothed, watching the action. When was she going to join in, Marissa wondered? 

As if reading her mind, the two women suddenly stopped what they were doing, and turned their attention to the petite girl. They walked over to her, each took an arm, and guided her back to the two men. They lay her down on the ground, and each of the naked four took up a position around her. The dark haired girl looked wide eyed at the foursome towering above her; she looked like a child, full of innocence and wonder. Did she know what the foursome had in store for her? She looked like she knew something were about to happen, but exactly what, was to her, and her onlookers, a mystery. 

The Japanese lady and the blonde woman bent down and began unbuttoning the buttons on the girl's shirt, slipping it off to reveal small, pert breasts, one nipple was pierced with a delicate ring. The men slipped off her pants, to reveal a naked, clean shaven pussy underneath. Once naked, the two women pulled the girls arms apart, while the men spread her legs, wide. The dark haired girl lay completely naked, in a star shape, on the floor. Her vagina fully open and on display to Marissa and James, who sat staring. The Japanese lady spoke to James, "I think she wants you to fuck her" she said, and motioned for James to come forward. James looked a little surprised before turning quickly to his wife. Marissa was fine, she knew it was just sex, she trusted James utterly, she nodded and smiled. 

James slowly got up from his seat and walked over to the group. The blonde big breasted woman helped get him undressed, and when he was finally naked, took him to his awaiting conquest. The four still had a hold of the girl, and James asked her, "Is this okay?". The man called Sam laughed aloud and said, "Okay? Ha! She has no say in the matter. She's your's for the taking James, so take her" James knew this was all part of the 

game, he was visibly excited, and he bent down toward the restrained young girl writhing around on the floor in front of him. 

Marissa watched while her husband fucked the young girl, all the while she was held spread eagled on the floor by the foursome. At some stage, Marissa didn't notice when, the two women let go of their captive, and instead lay down on each side of her. The two men let go of her legs, and instead, took it in turns to penetrate each of the two women. Marissa was fascinated, transfixed, three couples, one her husband, lay in front of her, all fucking each other. They moaned and groaned, squelched, and squished together, bums rising and falling into the air, balls slapping against skin, the sounds and sights and smells, permeating the room. Marissa had no desire to join in, she just wanted to watch.

However, Marissa did join in at some stage later in the evening, and enjoyed herself immensely as she had sex with each and all of the strangers in her motel room, including her husband. 

Several hours later, Marissa stirred groggily awake. Her mouth was dry and her eyes felt heavy with exhaustion. She fluttered her eyelids open and gradually got her bearings. She was laying on her side, in the spoon position, on the rug on the floor, completely naked, but completely covered by body parts, not hers, and not just one body. In front and just below Marissa's face, lay the blonde woman, her face buried into Marissa's chest, her arm flopped over Marissa's stomach. Behind her, was a man, a big man, she could feel his breath on her neck, his arm was holding Marissa tight around her waist, his fingers hung sleepily at Marissa hair on her pussy. It was Sam, the tall muscular guy. 

Suddenly Marissa also felt something between her legs, actually inside her. Sam, asleep behind her, still had his penis inside Marissa, and he was hard. At the realisation of this, Marissa made a small but sudden movement, enough to awaken her sexual cohorts. The blonde woman shifted position and wrapped her legs around Marissa's, meanwhile, the Sam also tightened his grip, pulled himself closer to her and while he began to play with Marissa's fanny, he grew harder and larger inside her. She heard him groan, and he leant forward to kiss her on the neck, "Is this okay?" he softly asked her. Marissa thought about it quickly, if he hadn't have asked her, she would have removed herself, but he had asked, and that made it alright, "Yes, it's okay" she whispered back, and relaxed into the rhythmic and gentle thrusting coming from behind her. 

Soon the blonde woman at Marissa's chest woke up, and began to kiss Marissa's breasts, taking each one in turn into her own mouth, kissing and sucking at each nipple. She then leaned up and locked onto Marissa's mouth, the two women kissed each other passionately, long, and hard. Marissa felt her legs being prised open from their spoon position, and at first she thought it was one of the two she were already wrapped up in, but the hands were that of another female, the difference was obvious. 

A strangers finger found Marissa's engorged clitoris, and began gently, slowly massaging it. Marissa moaned out loud, which spurred the other three on. The thrusting from behind grew faster, he pushed in deeper, and withdrew himself all the way back out again. The woman kissing Marissa was mashing her own breasts up against her, pushing into her and matching the rhythm, while thrusting her tongue deep into Marissa's own eager mouth. 

Down at her wet throbbing pussy, another hand was tenderly, but oh so quickly bringing Marissa to orgasm. When she cried out that she was coming, the guy behind her withdrew his penis and came onto her back, while from between her legs, the finger was swapped with a mouth which drank and lapped at Marissa's oozing coming cunt. 

Marissa was awoken gently by the touch of another woman's hands sliding slowly up her side. The warm hand reached up to Marissa's armpit, slowly made it's way back down, back down to her bum, where the soft female hand softly stroked at Marissa's buttocks for quite some time. Marissa lay there smiling, enjoying the gentle rub, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and relaxed. 

Suddenly she felt the familiar lips of her husbands as he kissed her lightly on the lips. Marissa opened her eyes and saw her husband smiling at her. She kissed him back The three lay together under the covers of the warm big bed.  

#8 TWO TIMES THREE

Marissa was in the middle of both her husband, and the dark haired petite woman, Marissa now knew as Chianti. It was Chianti's hands massaging Marissa's butt cheeks, while her husband gently kissed his wife's mouth. It wasn't long before Marissa felt the soft sensation of another woman's lips, kissing at the back of her neck, soft, warm and slow. Marissa was being sandwiched between two other bodies. Her husband stopped kissing her, and reached over to kiss the other female sharing their bed. He held tight to 

his wife, rubbing his erect penis against her, while he sought out the lips of Chianti. As she kissed him back, Chianti's hand reached over the front of Marissa and sought her pussy. Marissa gasped in delight and the woman's fingers parted Marissa's vaginal walls, inserting one deep inside her. Marissa let out a loud groan and arched her back. Chianti and James stopped kissing as they let Marissa lay onto her back on the bed. James looked down at his beautiful wife, her eyes closed, her lips apart as she quietly panted, her tongue wetting her lips, an arm lay across her eyes and she moaned again. 

James's attention fell on Chianti, he wanted to see what she was doing to his wife to make her writhe in such joy. Chianti had one slender finger inserted into Marissa's pussy, she was gliding it in slowly, deeply, and back out again, James could see the wetness on Chianti's fingers, he wanted to taste them. With Chianti's other hand, she used three fingers to massage Marissa's clitoris, soft and slow fingers moving in unison in a circular motion, then she would use one finger and rapidly move up and down, then back to three fingers. "Tell me what you like?" she asked Marissa, Marissa responded in a breath, "All of it". James kissed his wife on the lips, then on the breast and finally the nipples, Chianti went down on his wife.

Chianti bought Marissa to a screaming shuddering orgasm with her tongue while James stroked his wife's skin and watched in delight. When the quivering had all but subsided, Marissa turned to her husband and said, "I want to watch you fuck her" and she pointed to Chianti, who sat at the foot of the bed wiping away the juices from her mouth.

Chianti smiled, and got into position. She lay over Marissa, on all fours, in the doggy position. "Do me doggy" she commanded from James, and then, "I want to fuck you" she whispered to Marissa. This woman was a professional! James guided himself into the woman who straddled his wife. Their was a tangle of legs and torsos in front of him, but he knew exactly where to go. As he held onto Chianti's hips, his hard dick slid into her hole, and she groaned long and loud, "Oh yes honey, your cock feels great". While James began to thrust into her, Chianti bent forward and began kissing Marissa, the two woman's breast meshing and melding into each other. 

When they had perfected their rhythm, Chianti lay down with her full weight onto Marissa, and with each thrust from James, she rubbed Marissa's pussy. The three got into sync together, all thrusting, pushing, rubbing, kissing. When James yelled he was going to come, Chianti quickly released him from inside her, and moved off the bed. James found his wife's own pussy, pushed deep and hard into her, and came with great force.

It was still dark, but it was early dawn when James and Marissa awoke. Their bed guest, and all the other's too had left, finally the couple were alone. "Oh baby I need some water" Marissa whispered. "Sure honey," James got up and got them both a drink. "Mmmm, that tastes great" Marissa said, and James replied, "You know what would taste even better?" he asked.

#9 LET ME TASTE YOU

Before Marissa could answer, James had laid down beside her, top to tail, in the sixty-nine position. He separated his wife's legs, who was giggling and complaining that she had absolutely no energy left. He didn't say a word, but began slowly licking at the inside of his wife's firm thighs. She sighed, lay back, closed her eyes, smiled. James's tongue found it's way to his wife's outer lips and licked every part of them. His tongue found her inner lips, and he suckled. He skirted around her clit, before he stuck his tongue deep into her hole, lapping at the juices, sucking them into his mouth, smelling her sweet scent, and those that had been there the night before. 

"Honey?" Marissa called, "I really am so very tired my love, and I don't think you're going to make me come again!" she giggled. James drew himself up beside his sweet, sweet wife, and kissed her on the forehead. 

"That's okay babe, I just wanted to taste you." 

"And how did I taste?" she asked. 

"Divine" he answered. 

The couple fell asleep, wrapped tight in each others arms, the feelings of love and smells of sex, filling every hole, seeping into every crack, penetrating every space of the room that was coming to life with the dawn of a new day.

#10 MARISSA'S GIFT TO JAMES

James stirred, rolled over and found his bed was empty of his wife. He looked at the clock, 11:30am. He was still tired. He looked around for Marissa, and then he saw her. She was sitting on the large wicker chair in the corner of their room, at the foot of the bed. She had on a bath robe, her hair was wet. She smiled at her husband. "What are 

you doing babe?" he asked.

"I have to give you your anniversary present now" she softly said and smiled at her husband. Marissa stood up, her eyes fixed on James, and let the bath robe fall to the floor, she is naked underneath. She sits slowly back down in the chair, and spreads her legs wide. She sees her husband's eyes widen, his smile broaden. From behind her, Marissa pulls out a chocolate bar, she holds it up for him to see, she begins to unwrap it. As the wrapper falls to the floor, Marissa takes the chocolate, her eyes still glued to her husband, and begins to suck on it like a penis. She reaches down to her glistening pussy and touches herself, James moans. 

Suddenly, Marissa takes the chocolate and plunges it deep inside her cunt, juices from the night and day before spilling down her thigh, the chocolate visibly melting before his eyes. She moans loudly as she thrusts the chocolate bar further and further into herself, while she tickles her clit with her other hand. She fucks herself with the candy bar, harder, faster, the chocolate covering her hands, making a mess on her thigh, her pussy, she's a sticky, chocolaty mess. She thrusts the chocolate bar in and out so fast, the squelching sounds are as loud as her screams and moans. With a solitary finger, she pushes the bar deep inside herself, she groans long and deep, she throws her head back in ecstasy and screams out. 

Marissa sits still, she is panting, her head thrown back, her chest heaving. Suddenly her head flops languidly forward. She giggles. She lifts her head before slowly rising from the chair, slides smoothly to her husband, and straddles him at his chest; "Happy Anniversary Honey, Now eat me!"



Happy Anniversary



Henry and Jane's 10th wedding anniversary.



'Do you still have that jacket you wore last week Meredith?' Su Ann asked her good friend calling from her mobile phone.

'Jane needed it for an outdoor event last night and I gave it back to her during the week Su-Ann,' Meredith responded.'

'That's OK. It's about time I bought one for myself,' Su-Ann said. 'Want to come shopping with me Moo?'

'There's no need. Jane's happy for you to have it any time you like. I'll call her and you can pick it up this afternoon. She's home with Henry preparing for their 10th wedding anniversary party tonight,' Meredith said.

'Call her for me and tell her I'll pick it up this afternoon and bring it back tomorrow. Call me back.'

Meredith called back and told Su-Ann Jane and Henry were expecting her to call.

Su-Ann showered and dressed in her light green dress with large white polka dots that had a soft looking bodice that accentuated and exaggerated any movement of her braless her firm breasts when she moved. The material below the waist was loose, and short enough to show half her thighs, plus a little more of her legs when she walked. Under her dress was a suspender belt holding up a pair of sheer black stockings. 

She felt like a bad girl in this outfit and seeing her reflection confirmed how naughty she looked. What was even more wicked, was her occasional habit of wearing no underwear. She didn't regard suspenders as underwear, because more often than not, it was on show, or at least worn to be seen. 

She twirled around watching her dress billow out. Satisfied that any movement or slight breeze would give anyone who saw her a glimpse of her suspenders or maybe even more, she left her room and drove her car to visit Jane and Henry, his friend's sister and brother. 

Henry answered the doorbell, and said 'Hi Su-Ann. Do you want to see Jane? She's just leaving.'

Jane called over his shoulder, 'Hi Moo. I can't stop. Henry can get the jacket for you.'

He held the car keys above his head beyond Jane's reach and said, 'Going somewhere Jane?'

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth murmuring, 'MMMMmmmm,' while he surrendered the keys, continuing to kiss a few more seconds. Su-Ann watched them and was aroused by their demonstrative expression of unbridled lust. 

'Yes. Somewhere,' she answered unnecessarily, adding 'See you soon Hank the Hunk,' adding another hungry kiss before disappearing through the door. 

She was gone and Su-Ann heard the car start and drive away outside as she joined Henry.

'Hello Henry. Wow! What a salacious kiss. How're the party preparations going?' asked Su-Ann.

'Frantic if you ask Jane. Cruising if you ask me. Can I get you a drink?'

'Just water thanks Henry. Where's the cream jacket of Jane's that Miranda wore last week? I'm so jealous I'm going to steal it.'

'Good idea Su-Ann. It'll look great on you. I'll get it for you,' he said, giving her a drink before making his way to the main bedroom.

Su-Ann placed her glass on the coffee table and quietly followed him to the bedroom, watching his gait and checking out his body from behind. She had always thought he was too skinny, but then, she realised he had broader shoulders than she had thought before. She liked that he was only about three inches taller than what she was. 

Jane had left the jacket on the bed. Henry was unaware he had been followed

He was startled when Su-Ann said, 'Let me try it on.' 

He took it from the bed and held it out to her. She tried it on for size, and checked her reflection in the wardrobe-mounted mirror. 

'How does it look Henry?' she asked.

'It looks good to me,' 

She noticed a range of shoes on the floor of the wardrobe. She knew Henry was watching her legs, suspenders and maybe something else, as she bent down and picked up two pairs of shoes. 

Holding them to show Henry, she asked him, 'Do you think Jane would mind me trying these on?'

'Don't really know Su-Ann. Would you mind somebody wearing your clothes without permission?'

'Absolutely no problem,' she replied. 

She thought jackets or coats might be OK, but she knew if anyone put anything other than a coat or jacket of hers on, and wore it somewhere and she found out, that friendship would end in a heartbeat. 

She bent down to squeeze her feet into a yellow pair that might suit the yellow dress she had at home. She took her time making them comfortable placing herself at a slight angle to Henry so he could see the top of her suspenders and the swell of her round buttocks. She carefully placed her body so he could see the shadow between the tops of her thighs from the back, but not her entrances. She thought a little mystery would work better than a full gynaecological view. 

She stood up and examined her reflection in the mirror and then turned to him and said, 'What do you think Henry?'

She knew what he was thinking already. She could see the beginning of an erection in his shorts. 

'I'm surprised they fit you. I thought you would have bigger feet than Jane being taller than her. I think they suit you.'

Su-Ann tried on the other white shoes with the three-inch heels, all the while bending forward to give him the view of her from the back. She glanced at him in the mirror noting the obvious growth of a tent forming in his shorts. 

She stood up and performed a small 'twist', apparently to bed her feet into the shoes but also to swirl her short dress giving him another show. 

'These fit me perfectly,' she said. 'Do you think they suit this dress? How do I look?'

'Sensational. They work nicely with that dress. I'll say this. If anything gets stolen around here, you would be the first suspect.' 

He looked her over from head to feet, looking at Jane's clothes in a new way.

She looked at the swelling in his shorts for a few seconds, then walked up to him almost touching him and said, 'I might have stolen something already, Henry. Why don't you frisk me?'

'Yeah! Sh-sh-sure Ann Sue, I mean Su-Ann. I c-c-could do that,' he spluttered. 'The trouble is, 

I can s-s-see everything you've got. There's nothing I could find that you didn't bring with you. There's n-n-nowhere to hide anything in that dress.'

'I might have hidden some jewellery in my bra,' she said challengingly with her hands on her hips. 'You'll never know if you don't do a thorough search. I don't mind.'

She took his hands and placed them on her firm breasts and held them there for a few seconds, slowly moving her body around under his hands. He thought he could feel her nipples. He was sure when she started squirming. His penis was beginning to harden alarmingly. And when she moved closer to him, he could feel it touching her below the stomach.

'Find anything suspicious Henry?' she said with half a smile on her face. 

'I can't check in your bra. You're not wearing one,' he said, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

'How can you be sure if you don't take my dress off?' she asked in a beguilingly innocent voice that was full of promise and totally lacked innocence.

'There's no need to remove anything, Su-Ann. I trust you,' Henry replied with growing confidence.

Su-Ann quickly pulled her dress off over her head, dropped it on the floor and stood in front of him wearing only her suspender belt, stockings and Jane's white shoes. 

She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her firm tits and said, 'You should feel me all over, Henry. By the look of you there is something making you excited,' she said looking directly at the swollen lump on the front of his khahi shorts. 'If I haven't taken anything, you might find something you like. Can you see anything you want? Because I can.'

'Su-Ann, You must stop this before we go too far. I don't think I can do this,' Henry pleaded.

'If you can't we wont, but it looks to me like you can,' she responded with her tell tale eyes dilating with lust. 

She knelt down in front of him and ran her hands up the back of his legs letting her fingertips stray around to the front of his thighs and up under his shorts. Henry was stuck fast like a hare caught in the blinding glow of headlights. He seemed unable to move. 

Su-Ann sensing his immobility, lowered his zipper, unfastened the button and lowered his shorts to the floor. He obligingly stepped out of them. She reached inside his Jocks and felt for his hardened penis trapped to the side. She stretched the waistband of his underpants and freed his seven and a half inches of throbbing cock, holding it in her left hand while she lowered his jocks to the floor with her right. She looked up at him while she lightly screwed the end of his swollen cock and she could feel involuntary spasms in her hand. 

She slowly placed his cock in her mouth and held it still at its base in her hand while she gradually closed her lips around the shaft two inches past the tip. His spasms were becoming more pronounced and she could taste the sweet secretion of pre-cum in her mouth as his straining cock began to harden to another level. 

Then her thumb on the underside of his cock gripped tightly as she began to lick the underside of his tortured penis. He emitted a loud straining groan. Then she released her grasp slightly and could feel his semen surging past her thumb. She tasted it as he squirted his copious load to the back of her throat. She easily swallowed his half dozen thick gushes of cum, then milked his erect cock for any last drops. 

She took a deep breath and sighed releasing him, then reached for her green dress and put it back on. Without a word, she replaced Jane's shoes back in the wardrobe, stepped into her own and waited for Henry to replace his undies and shorts.

She took his hand and led him through the door and back to the lounge room and settled on the sofa, 'I might have that drink now,' she said reaching for her glass of water left on the coffee table.

He said, 'Su-Ann, that was insane. What got into you?' 

'You did. You're so hot I just went with what I was feeling. I'm such a bad girl.' 

'I think I know who's hot around here,' he said.

They sat talking in the kitchen, trying to ignore their total abandonment to momentary lust that seemed to exist in another part of the house. 

Su-Ann asked, 'Where's Jane gone?'

'She's picking up some party lights and entertainment form a party hire place in town for the anniversary bash. She's a much better negotiator than me and always ends up with the best prices.'

They sat and drank coffee for a few minutes and, Su-Ann stood up and appeared ready to leave. 

'I think I know how to say good-bye to you Henry. Like this.' 

She put her arms around his neck, licked her lips and kissed him full on his mouth, just like Jane had done earlier, releasing one hand from around his neck to reach down and have another feel for his cock. To her surprise, she could feel it swelling in her hand again. 

She said, 'Very Nice,'; while they were kissing and reached for his zipper and the button at the top again, releasing his penis from his shorts. She was getting very good at this having done it once already. 

Holding it in her hand, she turned around, rubbing her derriere against his legs, and presented her by now dripping cunt to him, ploughing the hardened tip through her sopping nether lips. 

She asked, 'Would you like to do me from behind doggie style Henry?'

He seemed incapable of answering so Su-Ann fed his cock into her slowly, feeling it gradually filling her vagina giving her that delicious feeling she has whenever a decent hard cock first enters her. Once she had acclimatised, she began to grip his organ with the muscles of her hungry little cunt and Henry started fucking her very seriously like a wild animal. 

Su-Ann could feel herself getting excited with her arousal rebuilding. She bent over further and held the door knob for support while Henry gripped the front of her legs with his hands and fucked her vigorously. Her climax built quickly and with only a very close view of the wooden door to look at Su-Ann began panting. As her orgasm took over, she let out a piercing squeal, which triggered another ejaculation from Henry. 

When they stopped to catch their breath, they heard the slam of a car door. Henry abruptly pulled his cock from between Su-Ann's legs, stepped back a few feet, pulling up his pants attaching the button but unable to zip up before Su-Ann could feel the door knob turning. 

The front door opened and Su-Ann said 'Hi Jane. Just leaving. Henry says you're the negotiator around here. Did you get everything you need for your party?' 

'It's in the car.' She addressed Henry. 'Be a treasure and bring in the party lights Lovey. There's a helpful boy.'

'Woof.' He says, and goes through the front door anxious to zip up again out of Jane's sight.

Su-Ann follows him out saying, 'Thanks for the jacket, Jane. I hope the party goes well. Happy Anniversary you two.'

After she closed the door, Henry asked her, 'What were you thinking Su-Ann. We nearly got caught. I would be so dead if she knew.'

'Think of it as an Anniversary gift from me. I expect you to do the right thing and give it to Jane as soon as you're capable, and going by your quick recovery, it shouldn't be too long. Have fun tonight. Toodloo,' she said grinning and waving as she climbed into her car and drove away. 

Su-Ann seemed to encounter men who were absolute push-overs whenever there was an important event on that day. As she drove away she remembered when she arranged to get fucked by her sister's husband on their wedding day, a grieving husband on the day of his wife's funeral and the priest on the day he was giving her younger sister her first communion. 

But she was completely discreet. The only people who ever knew, were the men she seduced, and she knew they would never tell.



Happy Anniversary



Maggie stood in the middle of her bedroom and peered into the full-length mirror. She fluffed her long blonde hair and blew the side-swept fringe from her eyes, smiling as she gave her outfit a final once over. The mismatched collection of garments clashed and fit together perfectly all at the same time. 

Her shoulders were draped in the pink bolero she'd worn on her first date with Travis at an Italian restaurant three years ago. The way he'd looked at her that night from across the table had made her so nervous, it surprised and thrilled her when he called again the next morning to ask her on a second date. 

She smoothed her palms over her pale blue floral dress, happy with the way the strapless style highlighted her slender figure. Maggie remembered the way it had tangled about her knees on the dance floor at her birthday party two years ago, right before Travis brought tears to her eyes by asking the DJ to stop the music so he could propose to her in front of her family and friends. 

The silver stilettos she'd slipped her feet into were once the finishing touch to the killer black dress from their engagement party, and a pair of pink thigh-high stockings completed her ensemble, a sentimental favourite of his that originally accompanied matching lingerie on their wedding night. 

Anticipation swirled in her belly as she contemplated the evening ahead. She'd left her teaching job early this afternoon to give herself time to prepare for tonight and couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he first set eyes on her. 

She wandered down the hallway and stepped into the kitchen, where peeling wallpaper and garish orange curtains decorated the space. The retro dining table that came with the house sat in front of the window, the afternoon sun bouncing off its lime green top. 

Maggie pulled a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap and set it on the table beside the bowl of fruit loops she'd poured earlier. She'd offered to make dinner for Travis to celebrate their one year anniversary and chose the first meal she'd ever prepared for him; a simple breakfast after they'd spent the most amazing night together. Maggie knew it wouldn't satisfy him after a long day at work, but cooking had never really been her forte so she'd order his favourite takeout later when they were done...celebrating. 

She let out a quiet laugh and leaned against the bench to survey the room. A musty smell filled the air and the floorboards creaked underfoot. The kitchen appliances barely had any life left in them and one of the cupboard handles had come off in her hand just this morning. Despite all this, she couldn't remember a time in her life when she'd been happier. Although they'd taken on a huge project with the house, their shared vision and combined efforts would see it turned into a home in no time. She smiled and drew her lower lip between her teeth. Well, that was the plan, anyway. 

The squeaking front door signalled his arrival. Maggie jumped at the sound and pushed off the bench, her heart pounding as her blue eyes scanned the room. She'd chosen her clothing carefully but hadn't put any thought into how to show it off for maximum impact. 

His footsteps down the hall prompted a spur of the moment decision. She leaned back on the dining table in the hope a suggestive pose would send an irresistible invitation. The heel of her hand clipped the cereal bowl though and sent fruit loops skittering across the table. Maggie cursed under her breath and scrambled to stop the bowl from falling. In her haste she toppled the open milk bottle over and the colourful cereal floated to the table's edge and slid to the floor. "Oh, crap. Crap." She bent to clean up the mess. 

"That's the best welcome home I've had in a while." 

Maggie closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh despite having just ruined her plans for a slow seduction. Of course he'd choose that moment to walk into the room. 

"Just...bend a little further," he said. 

She peered at him from under the arc of her arm, laughing openly now. "You're sick." 

"I'm not the one flashing a pink thong at a poor defenceless man." 

She straightened and turned to face him, smiling while she took in his rumpled appearance. He was anything but defenceless. Stubble lined his jaw and his coffee coloured hair was all tousled and gorgeous. He'd rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up on his forearms. The top two buttons were undone and his tie loosened. His blue eyes were warm when they met hers. 

He'd started his twelve hour shift as a detective with the city police at six this morning. His days often left him exhausted. She always found herself wanting to help him relax as soon as he walked in the door. 

"This thong?" She lifted the hem of her dress to give him the front view. 

He grinned and strolled toward her. "Yeah. That one." 

She snagged the sides of her underwear with her thumbs. "I can take it off if it's bothering you." 

He stopped before her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "It's probably for the best." 

Maggie pressed a lingering kiss on his jaw. "Whatever makes you happy." She shoved her panties down and stepped out of them. "How was your day?" She lifted his tie over his head and tossed it aside. 

Travis slipped his hands under her dress and cupped her bare bottom. He pulled her against him and nibbled her earlobe. "Doesn't matter anymore." 

The touch of his lips made her shiver with pleasure. She threaded her fingers in his hair and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Hmm...I made you something to eat." 

He chuckled and stroked the curve of her ass. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, brushing his lips across hers, "but your presentation sucks." 

Maggie laughed. "It was an accident." 

"It's all right." Travis slid his knee between hers and urged her legs to part. He trailed his fingertips over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "I'm not hungry for food anyway." 

She moaned softly and swept her hand over the front of his slacks, giving his erection a firm rub. "Is there something else I can get for you?" 

He left a trail of kisses over her cheek and growled against her ear. "You can get naked. That'd make me the happiest man alive." 

"Would you like to do the unwrapping?" She cupped his chin and turned his head so she could get at his mouth. Her lips pressed to his and she sighed. His scent intoxicated her, masculine and warm. The roughness of his jaw drew a tremor from her. Maggie leaned against him and closed her eyes, sinking into the kiss as it deepened and grew in intensity. 

Travis urged the pink bolero off her shoulders, pushing it down her arms. "First date," he said against her mouth, his voice husky and deep. 

Her eyes drifted open. She smiled and touched her tongue to his, lightly, gently. "You remembered." 

"Uh, huh." He gave her a long, hard kiss then reached around her to tug at the zipper on her dress. "You wore this the night I proposed." He pulled the loosened material down the length of her body and groaned at his discovery. "No bra. Mags, you're killing me." His fingertips skimmed her nipples and his expression grew all hot and needy. 

She held his hand as he helped her step from the bundled clothing. "I knew you'd approve." 

His eyes roamed over her naked flesh, his attention dropping to the stockings hugging her thighs. "I remember those were wrapped around me on our wedding night." 

Maggie met his gaze and moved closer to him. She hooked her fingers over the waistband of his pants. "I love you," she said. "I love that you remember things like that." 

Travis sank his hands into her hair and tilted her head back. "I love you." He kissed her throat and the underside of her chin. "I love that you do these things for me." 

"There's more, much more." She nipped his lower lip and got to work on his buckle. Maggie slid the belt from his pants and flung it to the side. She pulled down his fly and delved inside to stroke him, smiling when his fingers tightened in her hair. "I'm going to lick you," she said, rubbing her nose against his, "and suck you," her lips travelled over his cheek and came to rest beside his ear, "until you come in my mouth." 

"Fuck." He groaned and dragged her mouth to his, his lips ravenous as they travelled over hers. 

Maggie's skin heated and her stomach dipped. His passion took her breath away. His tongue probed her open mouth and his hands closed over her breasts. Her nipples ached under the touch of his thumbs. She kissed him back and shoved at his boxer briefs. Her fingers wrapped around his erection and she caressed his cock until her hand grew slippery with moisture. 

Need built inside her to the point she couldn't take it anymore. Maggie gave his lips one final kiss and dropped to her knees. 

Her mouth closed over the head of his cock and a long sigh travelled through her. She slid slowly down the length of him and he let out a hoarse moan, resting one palm at her temple while the other smoothed her hair from her eyes. She moved her mouth back up his shaft, taking her time, applying pressure with her lips, loving him with her tongue. 

Maggie kissed the tip of his cock and licked at the head before surrounding him again and gliding back down. She slipped her hand between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging gently while the fingers of her other hand encircled the base of his cock. He thrust against her and groaned. 

Even though she knew he enjoyed this and he craved the heat of her mouth, it was always as much for her as it was for him. She loved the silky smoothness of his cock, the power of his rigid length pulsing in her palm. His musky scent heightened her desire and his groans of pleasure spurred her on. She revelled in his responsiveness to her touch. 

"Mmmm." She hummed against his shaft and glanced up at him from under the fall of her hair. His jaw was clenched and his eyes hot and intense as he stared down at her. Kneeling before him naked while he still remained fully dressed merely intensified the passion building inside her. Maggie let his cock pop from her mouth and continued to stroke him with her hand while she dipped beneath him and tongued his balls. Her wet mouth slid over him, lapping, teasing. Her lips worshipped his sensitive skin. 

Travis swore and bucked against her. He cradled her chin in his palm and urged her back to his shaft, easing his cock between her lips with a guttural moan. His fingers slid into the hair at her temples, holding her firmly in place. Moisture pooled in her mouth and she whimpered in anticipation. 

His hips thrust against her, his cock filling her mouth and retreating, over and over. Saliva coated his skin and clung to her lips. Maggie caressed his ass, running her hands over his taut muscles. Her palms swept over the backs of his thighs, dipping between to hold him close. 

The power of his thrusts increased, his firm hold keeping her right where he wanted her. Her eyes wanted to close so she could savour the moment, but the need to watch him took over. Her attention lifted to his face, travelling over his tense features. 

Their gazes clashed. He gave her the look, that look that told her he was about to reward her efforts. His thighs grew rigid and his thrusts went deeper. She gripped his legs and held on tight. 

Maggie saw the instant it came over him, knew right when it was about to hit. This was the part she delighted in most; the anticipation, the expression on his face and the way he immersed himself in the moment. His mouth dropped open and his eyes glazed over. He let out a loud groan and thrust one final time, his thumbs stroking her temples while his body shook with the release. His come hit the roof of her mouth, spurting to the back of her throat. She breathed hard through her nose, swallowing and moaning against his slick skin. 

His hips lifted and a raw moan tore from him. He jerked again and she swallowed more, holding him to her as his belly tensed and the last drop left him. 

"God, Maggie." His voice was hoarse and his breathing ragged. 

She tasted him on her tongue, slid her mouth up his shaft so she could lick the remnants from the tip. Maggie kissed the head of his cock. He trembled under her ministrations and she smiled against his moistened flesh, adoring the fact that his one weakness was her. 

With a final kiss farewell she let him help her to her feet. It surprised her to discover her legs weren't all that steady. Travis pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. His hands swept up and down her spine, smoothing over her skin. Maggie shivered and lifted her face to his, smiling when he pressed his lips to her forehead. 

"Happy anniversary," she said, slipping her hand under his shirt to seek out his warm belly. 

"The first of many." Travis stroked her jaw and kissed her mouth. "Come to bed so I can return the favour. I want you comfortable, I plan on taking my time." He linked his fingers with hers and pulled her in the direction of the bedroom. 

Maggie flashed him a smile. Happiness rushed through her as she followed along behind him, because she knew - with absolute certainty - that it was only going to get better from here.



Happy Anniversary



It was our anniversary so as a surprise, I left work early.

Julie, my wife of three years, not expecting me home until later, was still in the shower when I arrived. I made my way, as quietly as possible, through our bedroom to the master bath hoping to surprise my wife. As I opened the door the hinges creaked.

"Lisa?" my wife questioned from the shower.

"It's me" I answered, "Why would it be Lisa?"

"She was going to drop off some ear rings she borrowed. You're home early" Julie told me as she pulled back the shower curtain.

My wife never looked as beautiful as she did right then, standing in the shower soaking wet. I watched, entranced, as drops of water dripped from her shoulder length brunette hair down onto her two perfect tits and then rolled over her beautifully tanned stomach. I could already feel the swelling in my pants as I watched the drops of water work their way past my wife's naval and towards the magic spot where, up to this point in our relationship, I had always found a triangle of short well groomed hair. Tonight though, Julie had pulled out all the stops, the beads of water flowed smoothly over my wife's newly waxed box and collected between her two hairless lips.

"You've ruined my surprise" when Julie spoke I snapped back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I just... it looks fantastic," I stuttered, unable to take my eyes off her glorious snatch.

Julie looked at me confused for a moment, and then followed my eyes to the place between her legs. "Oh, that," she laughed, "that's not your surprise, we'll just call that a bonus."

"I didn't mean to mess up your plans. I just couldn't sit at my desk and think about your beautiful body one more minute," I explained as I pulled a towel off the rack and offered it to Julie.

"Fuck it," she whispered, "I won't make you wait another moment."

Julie let the towel fall from my hand and grabbed my suit jacket with both hands. As she pulled her soaked naked body up against me I ran my hands through her hair, guiding her lips to mine. Our first kiss was gentle, but by the second she forced her tongue deep into my mouth.

She pulled her tongue out and bit my bottom lip as her hands pulled my jacket off. I took my hands from her hair and struggled to unbutton my shirt while she worked her fingers over the knot of my tie. I was only halfway down my shirt when Julie pulled my tie off and threw it behind her into the tub. She excitedly ripped my shirt the rest of the way open pulling so hard the buttons that didn't slip through their holes broke off and fell to the floor.

My hands wandered down to her ass and I took two handfuls as I pulled her towards me and felt the warmth of her tits on my newly bared chest. Before I even knew what she was doing, Julie had dropped to her knees and had my pants and boxers at my ankles. I stepped out of them and she threw them with the rest of my soaked clothes in a pile on the floor. Still on her knees she grabbed my shaft and gently touched her lips to the end of it. With the other hand she firmly gripped my balls and pulled a little as she slowly slipped my cock into her mouth.

Julie grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her, shoving my cock deep down her throat. She guided my thrusting as I pulled myself almost completely out of her mouth only to thrust deeply back in. She rolled her tongue around my cock as I thrust in and out of her mouth.

Just as the sensation was beginning to be too much for me to control she pulled my dick from her mouth and stood up. I pushed her up against a wall and kissed her neck working my way down to her tits.

My wife's tits aren't the largest, but what they lack in size they make up for in flawless skin and perfectly sized nipples.

I wrapped my hands around her glorious tits and flicked my tongue over her nipples. Julie let out a groan pushed her pussy against me. I quickly kneeled and slipped my tongue in her slit.

I could taste her wetness mixing with the water from the shower. As my tongue entered her, Julie's whole body shuddered. She lifted one leg over my shoulder and leaned back against the wall as I kneaded her ass with my hands and worked her clit with my tongue. I had long since perfect my technique, so in no time I could feel the muscles of my wife's pussy begin to pulse as she humped my face for all she was worth. Julie let out a cry and begged me not to stop.

When she had finished I pulled my tongue out and stood, intending to give her a moment to rest, but she didn't want it. She grabbed me and pulled me towards her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted herself onto my cock. Another moan escaped her lips as my hard cock plunged into her. Her legs wrapped around my ass and I pushed her up against the wall for support. I pounded my wife's pussy to the sound of her begging me "harder, harder." Her nails dug into my back and plunged my cock as deep and as hard as I could go.

I was on the verge of cumming when she lifted herself off of my cock. I felt like I was about to explode as she turned away from me bent over. I knew what she wanted.

Julie grabbed the sink for support and I entered her from behind. She smiled at me in the mirror behind the sink and I watched her tits bounce as I fucked her from behind. After a few moments I once again felt the tell tale pulsing in my wife's pussy and as she erupted in moans I couldn't take it anymore. My cock exploded inside of her. Cum dripped from her as I slammed her from behind for as I long as I could.

When we were both finished cumming we collapsed to the ground exhausted. I kissed her neck gently as we lay on the cold tile and she ran her fingers over my chest.

The moment was cut short by the ringing of a doorbell.

"Shit," I said, "Who could that be?"

Julie pulled herself onto her knees and whispered, "That would be the surprise I was talking about." She kissed my lips and then I watched her as she, still wet and naked, rushed from the bathroom to answer the door.

I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out into our bedroom. Before I could find my robe, my wife returned, her best friend Lisa following right behind her.

"Happy Anniversary," Lisa said with a smile as she started to get undressed.

"No let me do that," said my wife, "but first." She grabbed the towel from me and then pushed me to the bed. "You watch."

I watched as Julie undressed Lisa, occasionally kissing her body as she worked. Lisa's body was the opposite of Julie's. Lisa's breasts were at least D's and her ass was much more than two handfuls and though she was full figured, she was perfectly proportioned and did not at all look fat.

When Lisa was completely nude, Julie led her to the bed and laid her down next to me. My wife then climbed on top of her friend and kissed her mouth deeply. Julie worked her way down Lisa's body flicking her tongue over Lisa's breasts and when she reached Lisa's unshaven box, she dove in. Lisa instantly arched her back with pleasure and I couldn't stay an observer any longer. I slid my hands around Lisa's breasts and played with her perfectly erect nipples. I kissed neck and then worked my mouth around her nipples. Lisa couldn't stop moaning as my wife and I pleasure her body.

When Julie pulled her head up from her pussy, Lisa arched her back, begging for more. Julie smiled at me and rotated her body around so that Lisa and her could sixty-nine. I kissed the two women's bodies while they pleasured each other and then snuck around behind my wife as she squirmed around on her friends face. With one quick push I forced my cock deep inside my wife. Julie moaned with pleasure. I took this as a sign I'd done good and I continued to fuck her dripping pussy as Lisa licked her clit from underneath. Soon the dual pleasure was too much and Julie came so hard she collapsed onto the bed next to her friend.

As my wife lay on the bed exhausted Lisa climbed on top of me. I looked at Julie and she nodded back at me so I plunged my cock into Lisa's dripping cunt. I watched as Lisa rode me her D's bouncing as I rammed her over and over again. It only took a few moments for Julie to catch her breath and then she climbed on my face and I ate her out as Lisa bounced up and down on my cock.

Before I could cum Julie pulled Lisa off of me and they resumed sixty-nining, this time Julie opted for the bottom. I positioned myself so I could fuck Lisa while my wife tongued her clit, but before I could slip it in Lisa's pussy, Julie shoved three fingers in. My wife winked at me as she finger fucked her best friend and then with her other hand she spread Lisa's ass cheeks and winked again.

My wife knew I had always wanted to try anal, but she was never comfortable with it. I took this as my chance. I stood up and positioned myself above Lisa's puckered asshole. I waited just a moment until my wife's fingers and tongue drove Lisa into a wild orgasm and then halfway through I shoved my hard cock deep inside her ass. I could feel her whole body shaking with orgasm as Lisa moaned with surprise. I pulled halfway out and shoved my dick deeper inside her ass. Lisa moaned as I filled her. My wife lifted her head and took my balls into her mouth as I fucked Lisa in the ass. I could hear that now not only was Lisa cumming, but Julie was as well. When I came I came hard and I filled Lisa to the brim with my cum.

All three of us collapsed in exhaustion, cum dripping from Lisa's ass, and her face covered in my wife's juices.

A knock at the door though, told me the fun wasn't over yet.

"Anybody home?" yelled a male voice from the living room.

I looked at my wife, surprised. "We're back here, Gary," she yelled.

The next minute Gary, Lisa's ex-husband, walked into the room. He instantly started to undress and only stopped to comment, "You started without me."

This got a rise out of Lisa and she exclaimed, "You're late, just like you always are."

And then my wife chimed in, "Enough you two, let's remember who's anniversary this is."

I looked to my wife for some kind of explanation and she continued, "You know we always talked about hooking up with another married couple... Well I couldn't find one I thought we'd be comfortable with so we had to settle for a couple of divorcees." With this she pushed Gary to the bed, got down on her hands and knees, and took his quickly hardening cock in her mouth.

Julie glanced over at me for approval. I guess she took the sight of my quickly hardening cock as a go ahead, because she turned and dived back on to Gary's dick.

The sight of Julie sucking another man's member got me hard in seconds, so I walked over to the bed and started caressing her ass. As soon as Julie felt my hands on her, she lifted her ass in the air and spread her legs, presenting her hairless pink pussy to me. I wasted no time in shoving my, now harder than ever, cock into my wife.

It took us a second to get our rhythm, but once we did, I was able to pound my wife doggy style as fast as I could while she bobbed her head up and down on Gary's cock. Our threesome was made four when Lisa, not be left out, climbed onto Gary's face. She sat facing me and I watched her play with her tits as she furiously rode Gary's face.

Gary came quick, having not been fucking all afternoon like the rest of us, but as soon as he shot his massive load in Julie's mouth I could feel her going over the edge. Her pussy clenched me hard and she released Gary's cock so she could keep her balance as another earth shaking orgasm gripped her. I fucked my wife until she was done and then I let her collapse next to Gary on the bed.

As soon as Lisa saw my cock was free and still hard as steel, she abandoned Gary's face, pushed me to the floor, and climbed on top. She leaned over me, urging me to suck her massive tits as I fucked her as hard as I could.

"Harder," she pleaded.

I grabbed her ass and pulled myself deeper inside her. As I gripped her ass cheeks they pulled apart revealing her tight asshole, still dripping with my cum, to Gary. This he couldn't resist. He let himself down on top of Lisa and without warning shoved his cock deep into her asshole. Lisa screamed with pleasure, motivating Gary and I to fuck her two holes even harder.

Now it was my turn to eat pussy. Julie came over and straddled my face and I flicked my tongue in and out of her as her juices ran down my face. Lisa lifted her head up so she could suck Julie's tits as she rode my face. I fucked Lisa with my cock and Julie with my tongue for as long as I could hold on and then I felt myself slip into orgasm, shooting my load into the pussy of my wife's best friend. This drove Lisa over the edge and soon she was moaning with another powerful orgasm. Julie increased the rigor with which she humped my face and soon she too was cumming. All the moaning sent Gary over the edge and he filled his ex-wife's ass with yet another load of cum.

When we were all finished we collapsed to the floor sweating and breathing hard.

I lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling, not believing what just happened. Eventually Lisa got up and got dressed. Gary followed her. As they left I heard Gary say, "Maybe we could do this again sometime?"

Lisa's only reply was the slamming of the door.

When the house was empty I turned to my wife. She lay on the bed worn out and covered in cum, her pussy bright pink from fucking. "I think we missed our reservations," I said.

"Happy anniversary," she replied.



Happy Anniversary



I'd been looking forward to coming home all day. It was my anniversary with my husband. 5 years since we pledged undying love to each other. Every day, I love him more. We know each other so well, it's like we finish each others thoughts. He also knows exactly how to get me wet. 

Mike had been texting me at work. Teasing me, turning me on when he knew there was nothing I could do about it. His plan was to get me as aroused as possible, and he did. I could barely contain myself when I walked into the house. I closed and locked the door behind me, taking my shoes off, setting my purse down and calling out to my hubby. "Mike! I'm home, baby. Happy anniversary!"

There was no answer, so I hung my blazer in the hall closet and made my way to our bedroom. As I opened our bedroom door, I noticed an envelope on our bed, I smiled to myself as I picked it up. "To my Love" was inscribed on the front in Mike's familiar handwriting. I opened the envelope, there was a note that said "Close your eyes and count to ten." I giggled, beginning to count. As I hit three, I heard footsteps approaching from the direction of our en suite bathroom. I grinned, continuing to count. I felt a warm body behind me. 

Suddenly, a length of fabric was over my eyes. It was soft, possibly a tie. I felt it lightly tied in the back. Mike kissed the side of my neck, slowly unzipping my dress. As he unzipped my dress, his fingers brushed my spine, making me shudder as my nerves hummed. When my dress was fully unzipped, he ran his hands up my sides, lightly gripping my breasts. Putting his hands on my shoulders, Mike slid my dress down ever so slowly. The satiny fabric rushed down my body like warm water, I moaned and Mike rewarded me by nibbling my earlobe. 

I stepped out of my dress, and was slowly turned around. I could feel Mike coming closer. He planted a light, lingering kiss on the tip of my nose, his hands wandering around my body. He kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips, nibbling my bottom lip as he tweaked my nipple. "You like the bra and panties I wore for you, Mike?" I asked huskily. I shimmied my hips, slightly grinding into him. I could feel his hardness even through his slacks and the boxer briefs I knew he wore. Suddenly, I could feel his hot, moist mouth on my breast.

I instinctively ran my hands through his hair. I moaned as he lightly took my nipple into his teeth and sucked gently through the lacy, sheer black bra I wore. His teeth and sucking set of renewed flames of pleasure through my body. I was aching for release. "Take me..." I whispered feverishly, lifting his head up, kissing him firmly on the mouth. 

On my command, Mike picked me up. I gasped as I felt myself pressed against his solid, firm body. I nobbled his neck and earlobe gently as he carried me toward our bed. He sat me upon the edge, and I could hear him undoing his belt. As I heard his pants hit the floor, I reached to unhook my bra. Mike's hand stopped me. I waited obediently as I listened to his shirt and underwear follow. 

Mike stepped back in front of me. He brushed my bra straps aside, he planted kisses and nibbles along my neck and shoulder as his hands slipped in back to unhook it. I leaned my head back, moaning as he planted a firm kiss on the center of my neck. His fingers absently played with my nipples, making my pussy even wetter. I squirmed slightly, anticipating his hard cock filling me.

He trailed his hands down my sides, causing me to shudder. My whole body was hypersensitive to his every movement. I licked my lips and he took off the final barrier between us: my lacy black boyshorts. Mike always said he loved the way the accentuated my sexy ass, so I knew he'd love them. 

He tossed my underwear aside. He took my hand, guiding me up toward our headboard. He put a hand on each shoulder and lightly laid me on my back. As I laid down, he took my hands, holding them together. "Mike, what are you doing?" I asked, bemusedly. He put a finger to my lips, trailing it sensually over them. "Shh." I obeyed. He wrapped something soft, yet strong around my hands, gently, firmly binding them. When they were thus bound, he used the excess material to tie them to the headboard, leaning down to kiss me as he finished. 

Mike moved down the bed, he was placing kisses all over my body. He kissed my sides, my stomach, between my breasts. I was lightly panting from anticipation, and when he darted his tongue into my belly button on the way down, I shuddered. I felt Mike's weight making its way onto the bed beside me. He straddled me. I could feel his heat. He laid his body over mine. I moaned and arched upward. 

I wanted no more separation between us. I moved my hips impatiently. Mike trailed a finger from my neck, to my breast, and languidly circled a nipple. I cried out in pleasure, straining against the fabric holding my hands. He leaned down, kissed me hard and plunged his cock deeply inside. It was an explosion of pleasure throughout my body as we joined. I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him as he began to thrust into my wet pussy.

I rocked with him, rolling my hips as he thrust. I began to pant. I felt tension building inside of me, like a spring coiling. Every movement wound it tighter. He was pounding into me faster and deeper now, hitting all the right spots. "Oh my god, Mike," was all I could say, straining against my ties as he suckled my nipple. I felt myself going over the edge. I came hard, my pussy surrounding and tightening on his hard cock.

When I came, Mike came. He came hard and fast. We were both shuddering in the afterglow. Mike kissed me, then nibbled my sensitive lips. He pulled out of me, causing another frisson of pleasure to run up my body, radiating from my pussy and top to bottom. He reached up, untying my hands. Then he slipped off my blindfold. He looked deeply into my eyes, with a mischievous, sexy grin. He said throatily " Happy anniversary, baby." and kissed me on the forehead. I can't wait for next year.



Happy Anniversary



Happy Anniversary

For our 8th wedding anniversary I had taken my wife out for dinner. We enjoyed our time away from the kids, and my wife had clearly enjoyed her glasses of wine. Whenever she has had too much wine, my wife would become extremely horny, my mind started thinking about the fun we would have when we got home. On our way home, I felt my wife's hand start caressing my leg as I drove, my cock starting rising to the attention. Her hand made its way to the bulge in my pants.

"What have we here? "she said. 

She started undoing my belt and then pulled the zipper down, she pulled back my underwear releasing my hard cock. I was trying to keep an eye on the road as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, she leaned over and passionately kissed my lips, her tongue diving into my mouth. Her hand was slowly pumping my cock, pre cum had oozed out over the head. Her finger wiped the pre cum off, she then licked it off her finger.

We were driving on a rural road, so I was glad there was no traffic about, as it was getting harder to concentrate on the road. She then lent down and licked the remaining pre cum of the head of my cock. I moved in the seat to give her more access, as my cock entered her mouth. Her lips went right down to the base, she held in there as her tongue danced around my cock. She started to move up and down on my shaft, as she got faster her hand caressed my balls. Driving was getting harder as I couldn't resist thrusting my hips to ram my cock deeper into her throat. I'd seen a parking bay up ahead so I pulled over. Now with the car stopped, I grabbed her head and started thrusting hard into her mouth. Her saliva was running down my cock and onto her hands caressing my balls. I pushed my cock deep into her mouth as I exploded, my cum squirting the back of her throat. She held her lips on tight as she sucked every drop out of me.

"Mmm, desert was nice," she said as she comes up and kisses me.

"Well I haven't had desert, must be my turn," I said. 

I placed my hand under her skirt, I could feel her wetness through her panties.

"I've got a better idea, come with me," I said.

I did up my pants and hopped out of the car. I lead her over to the table in the parking bay.

"Sit up here," I said as I showed her to the table while I sat down.

With her on the table, her pussy was right in my face. I lifted up her long dress, and pushed her legs apart. My hands followed down her thighs to her cotton panties. I rubbed her pussy on the outside of her panties, I could feel her juices coming through the fabric. I pulled the panties to one side, and rubbed a finger across her wet pussy, coating my finger. I then raised my finger to her mouth, she sucked it clean. 

I then inserted two fingers, her hips moved forward pushing then in further. I placed my thumb onto her clit, it was sticking out screaming for attention. Her breathing started getting faster as I finger fucked her and rubbed her clit.

"Fuck me, I'm going to cum," she screamed, "hurry up and eat me."

I leant in and replaced my thumb with my mouth. My fingers still fucking her, I sucked on her clit and teased it with my tongue. She started moaning and her hips pushed her pussy harder against my face. Her hands grabbed my head pushing me into her, I knew she was close. She started moaning, i could feel her pussy tightening on my fingers, I sucked harder on her clit.

"OHH GOD," she screamed as her orgasm hit. Her juices flowed down my hand.

I pulled my fingers out and softly licked up her mess as she comes down from her high.

"Your right, dessert was nice," I said as I sat up.

She had laid back on the table, exhausted from her orgasm, trying to catch her breath. I sat there admiring my wife on the table, her skirt was pushed up, her legs hanging over the side of the table. Her panties half covered her pussy, her puffy lips stuck out the sides, and her juices glistened in the dim light. My cock had gotten hard again, I undid my pants and stood up. She hadn't realised what I was doing until she felt my cock pressed against her pussy.

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard with your cock," she said without moving from laying down.

I pulled her panties aside as i pushed my cock into her wetness. I grabbed her hips and pulled her over the edge, so I could start thrusting harder into her. I could feel her juices on my balls as they slapped against her with each thrust. Her breathing got faster again, and I could already feel her pussy gripping on my cock. She then exploded into her second orgasm of the night. I was fucking her hard and deep, her juices were flowing out of her cunt, her hands grabbed hold of my ass pushing me in harder. Her pussy tighten hard on my cock, this pushed me over the limit, my cum exploding into her. I leant over with my cock still inside and kissed her passionately.

We laid there for a minute catching our breath, my cock going soft still inside her pussy in our mixed juices. I then pulled my cock out, and admired her cream covered used pussy. We both got dressed and headed home.

When we got home, she went inside and got the babysitter so I could drive her home. I had just dropped of the babysitter off when i got a message on my phone. It was from my wife, 'Look at the mess you have made, you better clean this up when you get home', attached with the message was a picture of her panties with my cum that had leaked out of her while driving home. My cock twitched at the excitement, I quickly drove home in excitement.

I walked into the bedroom, there was my wife lying on the bed, naked except for her panties. I quickly stripped off and stood at the end of the bed.

"Your cock is hard already! Well before you get anything you need to come here and clean me up."

I had fantasised about eating a cream pie, but never had the courage to give it a go. I crawled onto the bed between her legs. I could see the stickiness oozing through her panties. My head went down between her legs, I could smell our sex. My hands grabbed hold of her panties slowly pulling them down, I could see my cum smeared all over her pussy lips and panties. I pulled her panties completely off.

"See what you've done, now clean it," she said in a stern voice.

I lowered my head, I took a gulp then stuck my tongue out and gave it a lick. Not that bad actually I thought, as I went for a second lick she grabbed my head and shoved in into her pussy. This was obviously turning her on as much as me. I started cleaning every bit up, tasting our juices mixed together. Our mixed juices were all over my face.I sat up and gave her a kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She moaned as she tasted our juices. I went back down and continued cleaning up the mess.

I needed a breather, so I decided to finger her for a little bit. I stuck two fingers inside, her pussy was too loose for two fingers so I added a third then a forth. I started fucking her with my four fingers, her hand started rubbing her clit.

"Give me more, I want more, fill me up," she panted.

Her pussy by now was extremely wet, I curled up my thumb and started pushing my hand in. She reacted and started lifting her hip off the bed. I keep thrusting in and out just to my knuckles, she started moaning each time my knuckles hit her pussy. Then she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand further in, I was now fisting her for the first time. Having a full fist inside her sent her over the edge, my hand stayed still inside her while she orgasmed. I could feel her pussy squeezing so tight on my hand. I let her calm down before I slowly pulled my hand out.

My cock wanted some attention, so I crawled up next to her on my knees and stuck my cock next to her mouth. She leant over and took it deep into her mouth. As she went to work on my cock I fondled her breasts. She would pull my cock out, lick the sides and balls then engulf the cock to the base, she keep slowly repeating this. Her nipples were now erect from the hands so I bent down and sucked on one, she loves her nipples being sucked on. The excitement made her start sucking my cock hard, she had one hand holding the base of my cock and the other hand payed with my balls. Her hand then moved to rubbing around my asshole. 

Her cock sucking was feeling great, I stopped sucking her nipples and sat up to give her more access to my cock. She put my cock all the way in her mouth and kept it there while she tongued my cock. I then felt her finger push its way into my ass. Her finger started stoking my prostate, I let out a moan as I felt my balls tensing up. She pulled me out of her mouth and started stroking me hard and fast, I could feel a second finger playing at the tip of my ass. As she entered the second finger, my cum squirted out of my cock, spraying everywhere. I had never seen so much cum come out of me, it was in her hair, on her face and over her breasts. 

I leant down and sucked on her nipple again, this time there was cum on it, the second time in the night I've tasted my own cum. As I sucked on her nipple her free hand started rubbing her clit. Her hand worked fast on her clit, I could feel her building up to another orgasm. I stopped sucking on her nipple, placing my leg over, I straddled her breasts, putting my ass right in front of her face. I placed my hand at then entrance to her pussy, waiting for her to climax. As she started to moan I inserted my fingers rubbing her G spot. Almost instantly I felt the juices, then she started squirting. Her warm juices started spraying everywhere, I put my face down to taste the juices as they sprayed. My face was dripping and the bed sheets were soaked. 

Once the squirting stopped I put my face into her wetness, licking and rubbing all over the spot. My tongue started at her clit, down her pussy lips, then down to her ass. As I licked the rim of her ass, I felt her lift against me wanting more. So I started licking and probing her ass with my tongue, as I did this I felt her tongue press against my asshole. The sensation was incredible, I could feel my cock getting harder again, and so could she. We stayed in this position for a while, until she could feel I was fully erect again.

"Just get on top and fuck me," she insisted.

I hoped off, but first I grabbed her anal plug from the bedside table. With all the playing her ass was ready for it, without much effort it slipped right in. I then positioned my cock near the entrance to her pussy. My cock slid in easily, her pussy felt very loose but I could feel the anal plug rubbing against my cock. I pounded my hard cock into her, the room filled with slapping and squirting noises as our soaked bodies rubbed up against each other. Her nails dug into my ass cheeks, she wanted it harder. Her pussy was started to get tighter around my cock.

"Keep going," she screamed, "Fuck me hard."

I was nearly out of breath from the hard thrusting, I slapped my balls harder against her. She started loudly moaning, I felt her pussy tightly grabbing my dick. As she let out one long loud scream, I felt my cum shot deep inside. I collapse on top, laying on her I could feel us both breathing hard, our bodies covered in sweat. Once we caught our breath, I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

"Happy Anniversary Darling" I said.

I then rolled off exhausted.

"Thank you, aren't you going to clean me up?" She said with a giggle.

"Maybe next time."



Happy Anniversary



I have been looking forward to seeing you all day. You've been sending text messages every couple of hours. Teasers getting me ready for the evening to come. Promises of pleasure beyond imagination. It's getting more and more difficult to focus on work as my mind wanders and my body reacts to my day dreams. I hope no one notices my nipples, hard as rocks, skimming the inside of my bra, trying to force their way out. It's a struggle to keep my hands from massaging them hoping to relieve the pressure that's building. 

Time to clock out; finally. As I rush from my desk, I hardly speak to anyone, afraid that one of my colleagues will want to start a conversation. I make it out without delay. As I rush to my car, another text appears. Another tease. My head is spinning. The butterflies in my stomach have migrated to the sweet spot between my thighs. I can't wait to get home.

I make it home in record time. I want to make sure I get there before you do. As I open the door, my palms already sweaty from anticipation, I hear music playing inside. My entire face breaks into a smile so wide it hurts my face. I'm giddy.

As you come around the corner, I notice how handsome you are tonight. Your smile is as wide as my own, your sparkling eyes welcoming and warm. You look so good it's hard for me to move as you make your way to me. I finally make my feet move only to be swept off the ground in a full body hug. Before I can speak, you kiss me full on the mouth, not hard, not soft. It feels like our mouths are melting together. You gently push your tongue into my mouth; our tongues 

Begin a slow dance that makes me dizzy. As you release me, your teeth gently tug my bottom lip and you linger there for just a moment. I quiver just a bit. Without a word, you grab my hand and lead me to the dining room. I am stunned by what awaits me. Candles and flowers create a romantic scene. The table is beautifully set. A five- star restaurant inside my own home. I'm speechless. Your smile widens as you see the look on my face. For the first time, you speak to me, only to say that you have run a bath for me and dinner will be ready by the time I get out. You kiss my cheek and squeeze my hand. I walk away, still unable to speak, trying to keep my composure. When I reach the bathroom, my jaw drops. Candles and rose petals are everywhere. The scent of the crème Brule candles envelopes me; you know it's my favorite candle scent. 

I quickly disrobe and sink into the still warm water. It feels so good. I just want to sink down and relax, and then I remember the delectable site that awaits me and decide to make it as quick as possible. Thank goodness I don't need to shave; I just got a Brazilian Wax. I know how you like me cleanly shaven.

I jump out of the tub and grab a towel and head to the bedroom. I see a box on the bed with a note attached. No words are written on the box, only numbers, 1-4-3, our code for I love you. Once again, I'm speechless. The box contains a beautiful black slip dress, sexy, black heels, and a pair of fish net stockings, crotchless. I moisturize my skin quickly, spray on your favorite perfume, and dress quickly. 

As I make my way back into the dining room, the aromas are making my stomach growl. I realize how hungry I am. You are standing in the doorway, waiting for me. You take my hand and lead me to my seat, pulling out my chair for me. Our conversation is light and fun. Dinner is absolutely divine, but I am really anxious for dessert. Your text messages promised something very special. 

The feeling of anticipation is palatable. As you clear the table, you purposely brush against me. I get goose bumps. I want to follow you into the kitchen, but you insist that I fix us drinks from the bar instead. I obey your instructions happily. I need a drink to calm my nerves. 

I wait for you on the couch, drinks ready. It doesn't take long for you to join me, but I am on my second drink already. I love watching the way you slowly sip your drink. I'm focused on your lips, imagining how they will feel on my own. I can't help myself. You notice my gaze and decide to play with my mind a little more by drinking even more slowly. I smile at your little game. You rise to put on some music. I love watching you walk. 

You know how much I love to dance. You've chosen my favorite CD; I immediately start to sway. We dance for only two songs before the heat between us is too much. You kiss me passionately. My knees get weak and my breathing quickens. You sense my desire building and pull back. The smirk on your face is telling. It's time for dessert. 

You take me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom. You take your time with me. Kissing my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and finally settling on my lips, where you linger for a while. Your kisses are making my head spin. You pull away only long enough to pull my dress over my head, making sure to brush across my breasts as you lift the gossamer fabric from my body. I stand before you with nothing on but the stockings and heels you left for me. You order me to lie down on the bed. I hadn't noticed the four black scarves you have already tied at each corner of our bed until you begin to gently, but firmly tie me down. I immediately begin to get excited. 

You stand back and stare at me for a minute. It's torture. I want to touch you so badly. You lean over my exposed body and begin to kiss my lips, snaking your tongue in and out of my mouth. You trail kisses down my face and neck, Lingering at the soft spot that drives me wild. Each breast gets a tongue bath. My nipples respond to your touch immediately, hardening so much they hurt. You suckle each one in turn, gently tugging and pinching until they are at full attention. Then you do something I love. You push both of my DD breasts together and put both nipples in your both and suck hard. I feel like I could explode right now. You sense my rising passion and stop. I want to beg for more, but I don't. I want to appear strong. Giving in at this point would be a sign of weakness. Then you would know that I am putty in your hands. 

You continue to pepper my torso with long, languid, kisses. When you reach the valley that lies between my legs, you stop. I'm expecting to feel your tongue pleasure me at any moment, but you skip my mound and go straight to my thighs. It feels so good, but my clit is screaming for your expert tongue to relieve all this pent of pressure. I want to feel you so bad right now, I could scream. 

Suddenly you stop kissing me and stand up. I watch as you remove your clothes ever so slowly. The sight just makes my clit throb harder. Your smooth, chocolate dick makes my mouth water. You slide up my body, pressing your weight on me. I want to yell for you to just fuck me already, but I press my lips together to suppress the words. You use the tip of your dick to tease my clit, rubbing it up and down and up and down. I feel like I'm going to explode at any moment. You feel it too, so you stop. There's that smirk again. You know what you are doing to me. You swirl the tip at the entrance to my well, but you refuse to do me the honor of dipping in. Instead you use your penis like a soft wand, brushing my stomach and teasing my nipples. I'm going out of my mind, trying hard not to writhe too much. Just when I think the teasing is over, you keep moving up towards my face. My mouth begins to water in anticipation of tasting you. As you reach my lips, you trace around my mouth, from the outside to the inside of my lips. As you reach the inner part of my lips, I open my mouth, hoping to taste you a little. You oblige, but only for a moment. Just as I am beginning to enjoy your flavor, you withdraw your sweet gift from my lips. With one swift movement, you are diving between my legs, licking my swollen clit with that long, firm, strokes that I love so much. The sounds you make while you are eating my pussy make my eyes roll into the back of head. I feel like I'm melting. I'm about to explode when you stop. Before I can stop myself, I beg you not to stop. That's when you know that I am all yours. Instead of obliging, you thrust your penis into my valley all the way. I let out a yelp of pleasure. It feels so good.

For just a moment, you are so very still. The slowly, you begin to move, hard and deep movements. I don't know how much I can take. 

You begin to pick up speed, but not too much. I try to control my hips, but they ignore me and begin to swirl in time with yours. The back and forth motion is too much for me to bear and my well begins to flow. But you don't stop moving. Instead you begin to move faster and harder, stopping only to untie one of my legs to throw over your shoulder. Oh no...Not again. Before I know it, I'm orgasming again and again, wave after wave of ecstasy. I hear a woman's scream. Was that me? I feel like I might pass out. Just when I feel like I can't take anymore, I feel your body tensing, a sign that you are about to have your own sweet release. I love how it feels when you come inside. I hold you tight with my thighs and squeeze my pelvic muscles just as you are getting ready to explode. I love the look on your face. As you release the last drop of your passion, you kiss my lips. 

I'm so exhausted that I fall asleep before I even realize I'm tired. The last thing I remember is the sound of your sweet voice whispering Happy Anniversary into my ear.



Happy Anniversary



My name is Jason Allen. I'm 26 and married to the most beautiful girl in the world. Her name is Christine. We have been together for two years last night- and I gave her the surprise of her lifetime.

I picked her up from her house and we went to go eat and dance. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed her sexy, curvy figure and amazing fair skin. Her dark hair flew in the breeze a little, and her makeup was perfect. Good lord she looked beautiful. She's short, but i like them like that. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said "Oh, anywhere." So we went to a hot new club in town. It had a sultry atmosphere. We got there, and I ordered two Martinis. We laughed and joked about the drunken whores on the dance floor, then decided we would show them how dirty dancing was done. We had people gaping at us for 5 songs, until we sat down. As the night wore on, I couldn't hide my lust. I playfully brushed my hands against her gorgeous behind and ample breasts as we danced. The desire building up in her eyes made it obvious she was enjoying it. Soon I realised she was having trouble containing herself.

When we got back to my house, I took her up to my room and told her to stay put on the bed while I got some champagne. I went down stairs, chose the best bottle, got two glasses, and went back upstairs. When I got back, she was sitting there smiling at me. I lit a couple of candles and turned out the lights, then handed her the glass of champagne, and she took it with a smile. Her breasts looked amazing in her dress and the lighting. When we finished drinking, I gave her a kiss, then looked her in the eyes. Those beautiful, deep green eyes. I pulled her close to me and ran my hand through her hair. I kissed her and she let out a moan. That's when I lost control. I pushed her flat on the bed, and began kissing her with the most passion I could muster. I kissed my way down her neck and to her breasts that were partially showing in her low cut dress. I felt her hands running down my back, under my shirt, then her fingernails dragged down my back. She pushed me off of her and got on top of me. Then she started taking off her dress. Then her bra, and I watched as her gorgeous breasts bounced out, as if being freed from a cage. Next came her underwear. She crawled up towards my face, smiled at me, and buried my face in her breasts, her left hand behind my head. She then began running her right hand down my body to my crotch, and started rubbing my penis. She giggled when she felt how rock hard it was. I begged her to take off all my clothes, and with a bat of her eyelashes, she did.

The next thing I knew, we were showering together. She had her body pressed up against mine, and then kissed her way down my body until she was on her knees, kissing the base of my cock. she wrapped her lips around it and went down. I felt myself about to cum, and she could tell. she stood back up and told me "I'm not finished with you just yet. She moved my hand down her soaking wet, smooth, pale skin to her pussy, savoring each moment. God, was she tight. When my fingers penetrated her, her head tilted back and she let out a scream, and demanded we go back to the bedroom. We did, without drying off, and she pushed me down on the bed from behind, and began spanking me. She flipped me over, and straddled me, letting my throbbing cock slip into her pussy.

She was bouncing up and down, screaming, with her breasts bouncing with every motion. It felt absolutely amazing. She slowed down, panting, and hopped off. She got off and got into position to suck me again. She smirked and giggled, teasing me my licking the tip. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock into her mouth again. I heard her try to let out a muffled yell. Her head bobbed up and down while she gagged, her warm, moist, mouth around my penis, her tongue flicking around on it. Her hands were on my balls, playing with them with her fingertips. I took it out of her mouth and flipped over on top of her. I straddled her and laid my penis in between her breasts. She pushed them together, and I began thrusting back and forth. Oh, it felt amazing. So perky and big, squeezed tightly around my penis. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I put my fingers into her pussy again. I began moaning louder and louder. Then, it happened. My hot cum splattered all over her face and in her mouth. Almost at the same time, she squirted all over my hand. I hopped off of her and we just laid there together panting for a few minutes. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "happy anniversary, babe."



Happy Anniversary?



This is a complete fictional story based on an online conversation I had with a "straight" guy. There's man on man sex, some bondage, water sports, anal, and domination. Pure fiction, so if you're not into any of this stuff, please, don't read it.

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"You're rock hard, aren't you," I state. 

"Yes, I am," you reply, somewhat meekly. "I don't know why I feel so sub to you."

"But, you enjoy getting so fucking hard." 

"Yea, so hard it hurts."

"Wow, that is so hot, you have to love it," I reply. 

"I feel embarrassed to be so sub, so bi" you confess. "But, so turned on by man on man sex." 

"You know you're going to cum really hard, don't you," I say stating the obvious to both of us. 

"Yes, I need to," you say, "it hurts."

"How do you want me when you cum?" I ask. 

"Dressed as a mistress." you whisper.

"In a black leather corset?"

"Yessss!"

"Black leather thong panties covering my cock?"

"Yess, yesss."

"Garter belt, black seemed nylons?" 

"Ohh yesssss, yessssss,"

"Black leather thigh high boots, with platform heels?"

"You have these things??" you question me.

"Yes, don't get them out often, but they are in the closet," I respond.

"That would kill me," you sigh.

"You'd have to lick them," I command. 

"I....think...i would," you meekly answer.

"You could polish them for me," I suggest, "with your precum."

"You are making me crazy," you confess.

"You know you want to rub your cock on them," I snicker, "while i am wearing them."

"I will do anything you want while you wear them," you swear.

"Go put on your bra, crotch-less panties, garter belt, nylons and heels," I command, "all in virgin white."

You leave to go to the bathroom and I go to my room. I dig through the closet and find my dom gear. Before I put it on, I make sure I put my best goth makeup on, really dark eyes, black lips, etc. I spike my hair as well. I look either hilarious, or really fucking scary, depending on your mood. Just before I leave the room, I text your wife.

As I walk back to the living room, I see you standing there, the vision of chastity, almost. All in white, and looking very nervous as you see me enter, all in black, my boots clicking on the floor.

"I'm going to tie you spread eagle on the floor," I say flatly, "gagged, of course."

"Ohhh, you are making me so hard," you state the obvious. You hard cock is pointing our proudly from your panties. 

I slip the ball gag into your mouth and secure it as you lay down on your back. I get the padded restraints and get you into position. Arms spread wide, legs wide, cock pointing straight up. I must admit you do have a gorgeous cock, and I have enjoyed sucking it to completion many times. And, you thought you were so straight.

"I'm going to nuzzle your cock with the toes of my boots."

You let out a long moan as I stick the toes of my right boot up against your cock and balls. You are soooo vulnerable lying on the floor, bound and gagged.

I work your crotch for a while with my boot, then, I go to stand by your head, and put my boot on your neck.... and push down.

I hear a lot of moaning coming from under your ball gag.

"We'll see how much of my weight your throat can take," 

It doesn't take long before you are gagging for air. The gag in your mouth does not let you scream.

"I know, I know," I say soothingly, "I knew you would gag." 

You are struggling, but you can't move much at all.

"I might be persuaded to let you have some air," I offer.

More struggling, and your face is turning red.

"Yes, you are about to pass out.... or worse," I say.

I look to see that you are growing harder as you struggle under my heel.

"Yes, your cock is purple it's so hard," I snicker. "There is one thing you do that i like that might save you."

You look at me wide eyed, struggling and helpless under my sexy body. Your appraisal of my looks, not mine. You are powerless.

I take my foot off your throat, and pullout the gag, leaving you gasping deeply.

I start to take off my thong as I stand with my boots on either side of your head. I see you watching as it slides down my nylons and over my boots. My heels are against your shoulders.

"You look like you are going to pee," you say. 

"That is actually an excellent idea," I ponder, "but not now." 

You look up struggling helplessly.

"Open your mouth." 

I see you trembling as I open your mouth. "Nooo please no," you beg.

I start to squat down, my cock goes into your mouth.

"Suck me." 

You start helplessly licking me, bathing my cock. I move forward a little. 

"Get my balls, too," I command. 

You look so humiliated as you helplessly lick them, suck them clean.

"And, behind them," I further command. 

You are unable to move or resist, so you start licking behind them.

"Now, rim my asshole."

"Nooo please," you beg.

"Oh please, now you protest," I sarcastically answer. "Lick my asshole, faggot." 

I feel you licking it deep.

"You love that," I state. "Get your tongue in deep into my ass"

I feel you extending your tongue, pushing it deep.

"Gawd that gets me hard," I moan. 

"Do you feel the boots playing with your cock?" I ask.

I hear a muffled "Yes."

"It's your wife, watching as you tongue fuck my ass," I say, "She has on the exact same outfit as I do, no panties, of course."

I hear you moaning loudly, tears rolling down your face as you rim me.

"Show her how much of a faggot you've become," I order.

You continue to rim me as tears roll down your cheeks. "Tell her you love tonguing my asshole," I say, moving off you, watching her walk over to you. "Tell her!" 

She watches you with a look of combined pity, discussed and amusement.

"I love your outfit," she smirks, "so sexy." She's looking at you so pathetically. She sees how hard your cock is, harder than it is for her.

"Your cock is harder than when you are with her, isn't it?" I ask. 

"Yes," your meekly reply.

"Tell her how much you love my ass."

"I love your ass," you moan, as tears fall down your cheeks.

"And my body." 

"And your body," you moan and cry as you say it.

She kneels over your head facing your feet, and I kneel behind her. I drop my cock into your mouth again. She laughs as she begins to finger herself.

Get me nice and wet, slobber all over my cock," I order you.

You are sucking, spitting and drooling on my cock, as she laughs sadistically and fingers herself. I start rubbing my cock in the spit and drool all over your face. 

She whispers back in my ear "I want to piss on him.

"Do it, he won't move an inch," I tell her. 

She let's go. 

"Open your mouth, faggot," I tell you. 

You start moaning as her warm flow covers your face and run down your neck. Your mouth opens and you begin drinking from her as her golden stream pools on you. I run my cock into the stream for a moment to get it all wet. You are struggling, but can't move. I do notice your cock rock hard and oozing precum like mad. You know your struggling is hard, but useless.

She laughs sadistically, as I ram my piss covered cock into your mouth hard, with your mouth wide open. I hear a muffled yell from you as you taste her piss. She finally stops peeing, but your are covered in her piss.

"I can see we are going to have to give you a complete piss shower soon," I comment.

You cough up spit, her piss, precum, drool all over my cock, and probably some tears in there too. She laughs, but not for long, as I pull out of your mouth and line my cock up with her asshole.

"I'm going to sodomize your wife as you watch," I tell you, pushing my cock into your wife's tight asshole.

Her head is right over your cock as you see me drive my cock deep into her tight ass. She presses her clit right onto your mouth, and from her gasp, you must have started licking her immediately.

I fuck her hard, deep. I can feel her contracting in orgasm more than once as I fuck her hard and deep. I know I won't last long with all the foreplay. I feel your tongue on my balls as I pump her a last few strokes. Then I release a huge load of cum deep in her ass.

I pull out after a couple of jets and let the rest hit her ass, and your forehead. This must be too intense for you, and you orgasm hard, jetting your cum into your wife's face and hair. I pull her up by her hair and turn her head to give her a long deep kiss. I can taste your sweet cream on her lips.

We pull off of you and can see you are feeling so drained you are dizzy.

"Happy anniversary, baby," says your wife, as she kisses you deeply.



Happy Anniversary



It had been a truly brutal week at the office! And finally, after a very long, very late day, I was fighting heavy traffic trying to get home for the weekend. What I had to look forward to was an unusually hot, sticky, September weekend during which I was to be at home alone as my husband Roger and been called out of state on some critical legal matter for which he was lead attorney. And so - I was abandoned - and Saturday was our anniversary! 

Roger had called me earlier in the day to apologize for not being home with me but he had a gorgeous bouquet of two dozen long stem yellow roses delivered to my desk at work. He didn't have to apologize. I knew he was disappointed about the meetings dragging on into the weekend and the two of us not being together on our anniversary. First time in thirteen years this ever happened. 

Shortly after I got through the door with the flowers, and was placing them in a vase, the door chime rang. A package arrived adorned with a big pink bow. I could hardly wait to open it. There was a stunning, and apparently a rather expensive, black lace trimmed bra, panty and negligee set. The traditional gift for the 13th anniversary is, after all - lace. Roger is really a wonderfully thoughtful husband! 

I stepped into the shower and, with the hope that Roger would be coming home very soon, I neatly removed all my body hair - Roger thinks this is sexy! While toweling of after the somewhat rejuvenating shower I noticed the negligee set lying on the bed. I couldn't resist trying on my lovely anniversary gift. What I saw in the mirror was rather appealing - if I do say so myself. I still have a good figure. The basically see-through material clung alluringly to my belly, hips and thighs and certainly accentuated my already full breasts with my dark pink nipples faintly visible through the shear cloth. Just sufficiently revealing to be inviting yet enough was left to the imagination to be enticing. My pale skin and blonde hair a rather sensuous contrast to the black outfit. Very seductive! Roger knew what he was doing. 

After finishing up some reheated leftovers, made more palatable by a glass of red Zin, I crawled into bed wearing one of Roger's oversized T-shirts and plain matronly white cotton panties - I would save the sexy outfit for when he returned home! Even though it was overly hot and clammy for September I only turned on the fan, passing on the air conditioner, as I've never been one for cold air blowing over me all through the night. 

I tried reading as I lay on top of the sheets but the Kindle kept slipping out of my hands. Finally I gave up, finished the last few drops of the wine, slipped on my eyeshades sleep mask - I can't sleep when there's light in the room - and in no time was sound asleep. 

I have no idea what time of night it was but I was awakened by the faint sounds of nearby movement barely noticeable through he sound of the fan. Through the haze of sleep I realized - something was in my bedroom! In the excitement of receiving the gift package had I forgotten to lock the door!? Even before I could reach to remove the eyeshades someone was on top of me and I was pinned to the bed. Terrified, I struggled to break free but whoever it was was simply far too strong for me to fight off. Although I tried shouting I knew it was futile as our home is quite a distance from any neighbors. Straddling me, while holding my arms down with his knees, (judging by the strength of the intruder I assumed it was some man) he looped what felt like a soft cotton rope, like the lead lines used for horses, around each of my wrists and securely tied my arms to the ends of the headboard of the bed. Despite my attempts to kick him, and jerk my hands free, there I was spread eagled on the bed, helpless, completely at his mercy! 

I heard the distinctive click of a switchblade being opened and tearfully began pleading with my attacker not to hurt me. He apparently had some device in his mouth to disguise his real voice and in a strange deep gravely tone ordered "Be still. And no kicking!" And then he calmly said - "Believe this. What's going to happen will definitely happen. I would rather not have to hurt you but that may be necessary should you force me to do so by failing to cooperate! You're an intelligent woman. Don't do anything both of us would regret." I was too frightened to protest so I submissively did as I was told.

Then there was the sound of the knife cutting the hems at the collar and the bottom of the shirt. I felt his hands at the neck of the T-shirt and in one quick movement he tore the shirt down the middle and tossed the tattered cloth to each side completely exposing my upper body. After a few seconds, during which time I could feel him staring at my breasts, he murmured "Very nice". Then he slowly ran the palm of his hand across my cheek, to my chin, then my neck, between my naked breasts, over my belly to the top of my panties. He paused momentarily then continued down over the cloth to press his fingers against my panty covered sex. I cringed at his unwanted touch, but was still too frightened to fight back. He lingered there for a moment and then he was gone. 

In my restrained blindness confused thoughts were racing through my mind. I fearfully wondered what he had planned to do to me next. Strangely the touch of his hand - his surprisingly soft hand - had sent electric tingling where he had stroked my bare skin. I noticed his aroma. Not alcoholic or reeking of stale cigarette smoke but clean, soapy, with a faint hint of some cologne. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of clothing being removed. It's amazing how when you're deprived of one of you senses your others become vastly more acute. 

When he returned to my side on the bed I was certain that he was now naked and I dreaded what was about to happen to me. I cried out and tried to twist away as he cupped my breast in his hand. But it was futile. He put a finger to my lips, told me to hold still and be quiet, and to remember what he had said to me about not hurting me - providing I cooperated. Then he asked me what my name was. In a scared shaky voice I stammered that I was called 'Geri'. "OK, Geri. Please try not to be frightened. I promised not to cause you any harm and I will keep that promise - as long as you don't make things difficult. Is that clear, Geri?" With a stifled sob I nodded. 

With that he began to lightly run his fingers over my breasts. Then he progressed to gently kneading my breasts every now and then pausing to gently pinch my nipples. I was powerless to do anything to protect myself from being groped by him. Then I felt his lips and tongue replace his fingers. He toyed with my breasts, nibbling and sucking on my nipples. Despite his lack of force my only thoughts were nonetheless still those of how helplessly vulnerable I was. I was frightened. And yet - I could feel an undeniable warmth starting to build within me and my nipples were now involuntarily erect and had become very sensitive. 

His touches moved slowly further down my body over my belly to my thighs. When he tried to slide my panties down I brought up my knees, clamped my legs together and tried to roll onto my side. He forced my body back down onto the bed and wedged his knee between my thighs. "You're not cooperating Geri!" was all he said. So, for safety sake, I tried as best I could not to cause him to become angry with me for fear of what he might do if provoked. I stopped struggling, let my legs go limp and fall back upon the bed. "Much better Geri!" was all he said. 

Fingers once again found the waistband of my panties and, whimpering, I let him slowly lower them to my thighs then to my knees, calves, ankles, over my feet and then heard them flutter to the floor by the side of the bed. I was completely exposed to this stranger wearing only my eyeshades and the remnants of the torn T-shirt still looped around my shoulders. 

He ran his fingers lightly over my feet then reversing the path of the panties he passed his hands over my ankles, calves, knees, thighs until he reached his ultimate goal and touched my naked labia. Pulling against the ropes binding my arms to the headboard I reflexively cried out and tried to clamp my legs together but he was persistent in preventing me from doing so. "Geri - Must I keep reminding you - Things will be far better if you cooperate!" was his quiet warning. 

I felt him place what was apparently a pillow under my hips. Then, after more stroking and probing me with his fingers, he pressed his mouth against my neatly shaved mound and labia and opened me with his tongue. His lips covered his teeth and he nibbled and licked at my clitoris. 

I suddenly realized that I was longer felt threatened or afraid. I had always heard that rapists used brute force, enjoying the domination and control, but he was gentle and soft and instead of mauling me he was tenderly caressing me - more as a lover might rather than as a rapist would. 

I don't know at what point I became aware that my body was uncontrollably betraying me and, that despite all my rational mental objections, I was actually physically responding to my attacker's treatment of me and was becoming sexually aroused. I'm sure the fact that I was both defenseless and unable to see anything contributed to the effect of his delicate exploration of my body. My breathing had become rapid, as had my heart beat. I felt flushed and was lightly perspiring yet there was a different moisture unmistakable welling between my legs. All this in response to what he was very skillfully doing to me with his fingers, lips and tongue. 

I had read of women deriving pleasure from an unwanted sexual assault but never really believed that this could actually happen. Yet, to my complete shock and embarrassment, it certainly was happening to me! Unable to control myself I could feel the sexual tension ever increasing within my reluctant captive body building towards an inevitable unasked for orgasm. Suddenly everything stopped. 

After a few seconds my knees were being spread apart and I felt him kneel between my thighs with what could be nothing else but his erection poised at the opening to my vagina. He slid himself up and down against my now moist open lips and then ever so gently pressed himself against me and slowly began to penetrate me. Gradually, bit by bit, he entered my once private body. It wasn't long before he was filling me completely. 

He paused momentarily and finally started thrusting slowly back and forth within me. I let out an involuntary moan as pleasure began radiating from between my thighs spreading throughout my body. I rocked my hips back and forth in rhythm with him. I was certainly doing more than merely "cooperating"! 

I wrapped my legs around his thighs pressing him deeper into my anxious sex. It was then that he reached up and removed the ropes from my wrists. But once released, instead of fighting him off as I would have ten minutes earlier, I was now able to wrap my arms around him and press him down against my warm damp body. 

I was lost! I had surrendered myself to that ultimate intimate pleasure between a man and a woman. Pleasure that some unknown assailant was giving me. Pleasure that was exciting and immorally wrong yet wonderfully thrilling. Pleasure, that as the pace of his thrusting increased, continued building and building bringing me ever closer and closer until the intensity of that pleasure became overwhelming and I was at last forced over the brink. My body became rigid and crying out I experienced a breathtaking orgasm that ran throughout my entire body in delicious waves causing me to clutch my unknown partner's shaft and thighs and back with all the muscles in my body. My vaginal muscles were still contracting in spasms holding him tightly within me as he let out a groan and then, with ragged spurts, he too came, emptying himself deep inside me. The exquisite sensations of my orgasm continued to role over me in shuddering convulsions which seemed as if they would never end until, at last, the two of us collapsed - blissfully spent, completely sexually fulfilled. 

I had done something I never imagined I would ever let happen. I succumbed to another man, a strange assailant, and unable to control myself had let him bring me to as powerful a climax has I have ever experienced. All during this fantastically intense, essentially "out-of-body" experience, any thoughts I might have had of my marriage and of my husband Roger had become completely erased from my mind. Tears welled up in my eyes as I at last realized what had just taken place. Tears of guilt and humiliation but also tears of shame bred out of the enjoyment and satisfaction I had just experienced. 

Eventually my mind and body regained some degree of composure and I returned to the reality of where I was and what I had done! As he withdrew from within me and lifted his body off mine I hesitatingly reached up to remove the eyeshade, not knowing if he would permit me to see his face. But he didn't object. I blinked as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom. "Oh my God - Roger!"

My husband smiled down at me and softly whispered in his actual voice. "Happy anniversary Geri!"



Happy Anniversary



All persons are over 18, and each character is fictional. 

Enjoy my story.

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My tires crunched onto the gravel. 

It had been a long day at work, more meetings after more meetings. What's more, it was mine and my wife's anniversary and, I promised her a special night. 

I was in so much trouble. I'd managed to pick up some flowers and wine from the local garage. The strongest wine I could find as hopefully, if I plied her with enough alcohol, she'd forget that I was so late.

I turned the key in the lock and slowly opened the door. Fully expecting pans or something heavy to be thrown directly at me. The house was quiet. No lights. No tv. I was worried as to where Samantha had gotten to. There was no sign of life in the lounge, so I carried on through to the kitchen. There were placemats for two people. An empty bottle of wine and two cold dishes of food on the side untouched. Fuck. I couldn't believe I had screwed up so bad tonight. What a prick. Still no sign of Sam, I decided to check up stairs. 

As I edged my way up to the bedroom, I could hear something. A gentle whirring that sounded like I'd left my electric razor on. I got closer to our room and cracked the door. Led on top of the bed covers, I couldn't believe my eyes. My 5'6 wife. Led on her back. Her beautiful brown eyes closed, her chest was heaving with laboured breaths. Sam had her legs spread, and huge pink vibrator buried to the hilt in her pussy. My wife, normally so reserved and judgmental, was fucking herself with a dildo and getting off on it! 

I stepped through the door clicking it shut behind me. "Good evening beautiful" I said, "if I'd have known you were planning this, I'd have been home hours ago." Cracking a lazy smile I thought I'd be able to get Sam ready to fuck me. She didn't even flinch. She must've had the whole bottle of wine pretty quick. She was unconscious with a dildo stuffed inside her and her beautiful tits hanging freely off her size 6 body.

Knowing when I'm not needed, I put the red wine and flowers I'd bought on the side and started to get changed. Looking back over my shoulder, I couldn't help but make my way back over to her, and slowly, pull out the 10" vibrator. It was slick with her juices. "Sam," I spoke firmly "I'm going to suck your pussy juice off this vibrator, and dribble it back into your mouth. If you don't want me to, just say."

Taking a hand full of hair so I could open her mouth wide, I licked her dildo clean and spat her juices back into her mouth. I think she could be a lesbian. Even in this state it was clear to see how much she loved the taste of pussy.

"Sam, I'm going to slide my dick in you. I'm not wearing a condom so you need to tell me if you want me to pull out ok?" Again no answer. Feeling a little braver, I pushed her onto her side. Her legs closed, her moist slit glistening, I rested the tip of my dick against her entrance.

"Sssstopppp." A slurred voice called to me. "Fuckin' s bad.. Doooont fuck me." The tip of my dick was pressed against the folds of her pussy. My cock felt rock solid and burning hot. Who was this woman to stop me? She probably wouldn't even remember right? "Urgh" I grunted, as I slammed my dick ball deep into her waiting pussy. 

Sam let out a little yelp as I drilled into her semi unconscious body. "Pleeease" she said, as I continued to pound her. Her drunk hands started trying to push me away, "stop!" Her clawing started to get rougher, so I rolled her onto her front and started to fuck her even more roughly. 

With her beautiful ass squirming away from me, I found it more difficult to keep a rhythm, so I pulled out of her dripping hole and quickly grabbed my tie off the floor. I grabbed Sam's wrists, so she couldn't push me away anymore, and tied her hands together behind her back. 

Although she tried to resist me, she wasn't in any state to give me too much hassle. Now led on her front, whimpering at her rough treatment, I dragged her legs off the side of the bed. Snatching up my belt and grabbing another spare tie, I strapped her spread legs to the base of the bed.

Satisfied with my work, I picked up her still vibrating dildo, and stuffed it back to the hilt in her pussy. Grabbing my phone I took a video and sent it to our neighbours. John and I get on great. His wife Cassie is half Australian, slim, with tits that are a perfect little handful. 

We have a mutual agreement that I can check out his wife, if he can look at mine. Any chance John gets to check out my wives cleavage he takes. It creeps Sam out, as she's caught him so often. If she knew I was sending this video she'd go ape shit. Then again, I was in the process of fucking her against her will, so I guess I couldn't do much worse.

Phone down and back to the job in hand. I could hear Sam moaning. "Come on you little whore, I knew you'd give in eventually." Voice firmer I told her, "I can see your pussy struggling to hold on the that vibrator, so I'm going to ram my cock into you as well. I suspect you're going to leave me after tonight anyway, so I'd relax and all of this will be less painful." 

Her breath still laboured, moaning getting more intense, I placed one hand on the base of Sam's neck, and slowly inched the vibrator out of her pussy. After the last inch came out I could see Sams gaping hole. My earlier fucking and the brutal size of this dildo had left Sam wanting. I placed the head of my cock against her opening then her dildo resting on top of my dick, I Simultaneously rammed my dick down to my balls, and pushed the dildo in about half way. 

Sam screamed and tried to move away. Fortunately, her feet were tied, and my hand kept her head pinned down. She started to sob, so I picked her panties up off the bed, and stuffed them in her mouth. She tried to spit them out, so I pushed on the remainder of the dildo which was hanging out the back of her. She yelped as she must've still be in pain from being stretched so wide. Again, I stuffed her panties back in her mouth, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. 

Gently, I eased the dildo out of her ruined pussy, which got a sigh from Sam, only to slide it back in, and start myself building to a slow and steady rhythm of fucking her. A while passed and despite the pain, she was obviously getting into this as she started grinding back against me. A quick shudder and I could see juices flowing down her leg. "Cheeky little bitch" I whispered in her ear, "you're getting off on me raping you!" Still drunk but slightly more conscious. Sam spat out her panties, looked up at me with tears in her eyes and asked "W-why arrre you d-doin this to me?" 

Honestly, I couldn't think of a decent reply so told her. "Because you fucking deserve it! You filthy little bitch. I know you and your fantasies. I know you've always wanted a fucking like this. Well now you get one and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" To drive the point home I slapped Sam's ass hard enough to bruise.

Sam's eyes went wide. At first I thought she'd been frightened by me. It turned out that, just at that moment, John and Cassie walked through our bedroom door behind me. "H-elp me J-John. P-please. Simons gone mad a-and he's raping me!"

Our eyes met and for a brief second John looked angry, till I spoke up. "Shut this bitch up by sticking your dick in her mouth or fuck off." Resting my thumb on the bud of Sam's virgin asshole I said, "she won't do anything she would regret as she's already been abused, and I don't want to have to ruin her more than she already is. Do I darling?" Sam looked to John eyes pleading. He shrugged. "If I'm going to get involved, then so is Cassie. I showed her that video and she liked it." 

In the heat of the moment, I didn't even register Cassie was there. She stepped into the room, slowly taking her clothes off. A little over 5ft, bronze skin and perfect pink nipples, Sam's eyes were shocked, as Cassie came to kneel beside me. She spread Sam's ass cheeks wide apart, then slowly started to lap at Sam's asshole. Sam squirmed and tried to get away, however, her legs still bound to the bed, there was nowhere to go. 

John walked over and traced his finger all the way along Sams body stopping quickly to twist her body to assault Sam's beautiful tits. Clothes off, John sat on the bed, legs on either side of Sam's head and gently picked her up. I thought he was trying to be gentle, but up to this point in the night, I had been anything but, so I leant forward and told Sam, "you will suck John until he comes in your mouth. 

Every minute he hasn't come down your throat, Cassie is going to insert a finger and fuck your virgin asshole with it. If John hasn't come in 5 minutes, Cassie will bury a fist up there." Before I'd even finished my sentence, Sams head was bobbing up and down furiously in Johns lap. 

All this talk had made Cassie horny, as she grabbed my hand and forced two of my fingers into her already wet cunt. I grunted, as my dick was still twitching inside Sam. I did take time to notice that, while Cassie was probing Sam's asshole with her tongue, she was now circling Sams bud with her index finger. Waiting for that first minute to finish.

Cassie teased the tip of her finger into Sam's asshole. At the same time two simultaneous moans escaped from the top of the bed. One from John who was getting the most frantic blow job of his life, and the second from my wife. A tongue licking at her ass and a finger buried to the knuckle in her asshole. 

As Cassie seemed like a pro in breaking in virgin ass holes, I pulled my cock and the dildo out of my wife. I think she would've been relieved, except that now she had nothing to concentrate on, other than skull fucking herself with a dick, and getting anally raped by our neighbour. It must have been too much as she started screaming to a huge orgasm. 

She stopped. All life and fight leaving her, until Cassie slipped another finger into Sam's asshole. While this must have been getting painful, it spurred Sam back in to blow job action sucking, like a demon, the cock before her. 

Taking a step back, Cassie frantically started fingering her own pussy. She was moaning loudly onto Sam's ass, then, unexpectedly, ground her mouth and tongue into Sam's pussy. Sucking Sam's clit into her mouth while groaning and shaking uncontrollably. In the last minute I had seen the hardest orgasms from any woman I had ever seen. 

Whilst this was a show I'd never imagined possible, I wasn't going I waste any time. I helped Cassie, who was now spent, to push in a third finger into Sam's ass. Either Sam was shit at giving head, or John was doing his best to get Sam to be fisted in the ass by his obedient wife. A growl escaped from Sam's lips, "will you untie my hands so I can suck this fucking dick properly!" I laughed and couldn't help but let her hands free. "Sure thing lovely, but don't think I'm letting your feet go. Cassie seems to be loving the taste of your pussy in her mouth!" Cassie buried her face deeper into Sam's pussy making her groan louder. 

I positioned myself behind Cassies slick hole. I'd been wanting to fuck this little Australian since I'd first met her and now here she was. Mouth buried in my wife's pussy, half a hand in her asshole, and both entrances open to me. I looked up at John to give me the nod. On seeing it I began sliding my cock into her. She was so wet that within 30 seconds I was smashing into her. She wrapped one hand round Sam's hips to hold her head in place and pushed her fourth finger into my wife's already strained ass. Keeping herself steady while eating out my wife, while I fucked her. 

Sam stopped sucking dick and focused on the pain of having 4 fingers in her ass. Cassie's tongue expertly twisting and flicking Sam's clit in her mouth, causing Sam to shudder in pleasure with tears of pain freely flowing down her cheeks. 

5

Cassie buried a whole fist Into Sam's ass. I had never seen a girl fisted before, especially in her ass, but the sight was amazing. It looked as if Sam's ass was trying to suck Cassie in. Slowly, an inch at a time, Cassie began to fuck Sam's ass, gently, one inch in, one inch out. 

"Please Simon, argh, stop this fucking. You need to stop it. I won't ever be able I sit down again, ouch! Every single hole in me has been fucked raw. I promise you can do whatever you want, but I'm ruined. I can't go on." I looked down to Sam's tear soaked cheeks, Cassie looked to me, eyes pleading. 

"Ok Sam. You want me to stop you being fisted? Then you've got one task to do. I'm going to spit roast Cassie, and fuck her face. While John is going to fuck her in the ass. You, beautiful lady, have to suck the cum from every one of Cassies holes. When I'm convinced you're done, I will let you rest. Deal?" All three of them were looking at me now. Johns eyes hungry. (I guess he wasn't allowed to fuck Cassie in the ass often either.) Cassie looked excited, and Sam looked resigned. Little did she know I had one last surprise for her. 

Cassie climbed up on the bed and led reverse 69 on top of Sam, whose legs were still strapped to the bed. From this angle I could see Sam asshole trying, but failing to close up fully. It was a brilliant sight, and I wondered how I could do this again to her. Cassie lowered her head and started to suck my dick, just as John eased his way into Cassie's ass hole.

There was a sharp intake of breath followed by Cassie rocking to her husband's gentle fucking. Slowly Sam reached a hand back, and started to caress my balls. Her head tilting to try and suck on Johns. 

Looking down, I saw Cassie's beautiful eyes looking up at me. From this angle she looked barely legal. That cute, shy girl next door who looked like she just needed a good fucking before bed. Fortunately, John was taking care of that. 

Moments later John started grunting until hot cum shot of of his dick and into his wife's ass. He rammed home a few times, then pulled back, offering his sick to Sam. She took it greedily and sucked it clean. In a single movement Cassie had flipped herself round, resting her clean shaven pussy on top of my wife's ass, ready for me to continue the pounding her husband had given her. 

Fortunately this time Cassie had some friction and began grinding her clit up against Sam's ass. Cassie and I came together over my wife's ruined body. "Hold it Cassie, this might feel a little weird." I pulled out of her ass, grabbed the wine off the side of the dresser and pulled the stopper. Slowly inserting the neck of the bottle fully inside Cassie, I began pouring the whole bottle inside of her. 

"Wha, what are you doing to me?" Cassie finally broke her silence. "I'm helping Sam clear out that cum from inside of you. I guess you don't want her sucking everything out of your ass do you?" I smiled. Reluctantly, though with no real choice, I emptied the bottle of red into Cassie. I untied Sam's legs from the bed and pulled Sam out from Cassie's now inverted v shape on the top of the bed. Sam dropped to her knees directly under Cassie's pussy.

"Now Sam, you said you'd clear out Cassie and all that cum. Well here you go. To clean her out you need to drink that whole bottle of red I've poured into her." An evil grin spit my face. "B-but I'm still drunk? If I drink all of that, I will probably end up passed out? Oh. Oh no. You promised you'd stop!" Sam complained loudly. I knelt down next to her, hooked two fingers up into Sam's ass, and whispered. "I said I'd stop fisting your ass. I said nothing about stopping abusing you." Slowly I dragged Sam up using the force of my fingers in her ass to edge her closer to Cassie's full ass. 

Cassie gently began to lower herself to help Sam, but, in her haste, red wine spilt out if her full ass and down on to her pussy. Grabbing Sam's hair I pulled her head into Cassie's cunt. "You will suck each drop of wine off Cassie's pussy. Don't be too good, else you may spend the rest if the night eating her out instead of sleeping."

Sam feverishly sucked at the pussy before her. Ever so often a little more red wine would spill, until Sam worked her tongue across to Cassie's asshole. Once there, Sam latched on and sucked every drop out of Cassie's ass. 

The girls led down, spent, and fell asleep.

John and I realised our night had just begun, and if tonight was anything to go by, there were no rules in how we used our wives.



Happy Anniversary



My wife and I recently celebrated our 15th Wedding Anniversary. We had been happily married with all of life’s usual ups and downs without ever really having anything to argue seriously over. We had our problems but always patched things up with a minimum of fuss.

In our 15 years we had produced five beautiful children, two girls and three boys, with ages ranging from 13 down to 6. Our two youngest were twin boys. 

We recently bought our first computer with an Internet connection. Jenny was very excited as all her friends had e-mail addresses and she was keen to get her own. I set her up with a hotmail account. She chose her user name, sexymother, and I showed her how to get a password. She didn’t want me knowing her password which was OK by me. When it came to answering a personal question in case she forgot her password she chose the question about her birth month. She asked me how to change her password if ever she felt like it and I showed her that too.

Two months before our anniversary my wife entered an online competition for the chance to win an all expenses paid cruise around the South Pacific. She found out that she had won and that the cruise would go for ten days and would encompass our anniversary, July 11.

We organised to have the kids stay with her parents for the time we were to be away and before we knew it we were flying to Sydney to meet up with our ship, the South Sea Princess.

We boarded and were treated like Royalty from the start. We had a First Class cabin and found out that all our food and alcohol was included in our prize.

The ship left Sydney on a beautiful July day and as it made its way through the harbour I remarked that this would be our longest holiday together since we were married.

Jenny was looking forward to the break and to relaxing without a voice constantly saying, “I’m hungry,” or “I’m bored,” or the like.

On our first evening we ate a great meal and went to one of the numerous bars on board. I was feeling a little seedy adjusting to the motion of the boat. I mentioned this to Jen. She was really disappointed because she wanted to, ‘dance until dawn,’ as she put it. I told her she could do just that, only without me as I was going to bed. She decided to go to one of the nightclubs, The Lobster Room, and see how the dancing was. I told her to enjoy herself and went off to bed.

My last view of her was the back view of her in her ‘little black dress’ that barely covered her bum it was that short. She filled it quite nicely with her 36” breasts and her beautiful ass, what I considered her best feature. She had on her 4” stiletto heeled black shoes that made her legs look fantastic.

I got back to our cabin and went straight to bed without even getting undressed. The next thing I knew it was and hour later and I was feeling OK. I got up and still felt OK so I decided to go and find Jenny so I could have that dance with her.

I went to the Lobster Room to see if she was still there. Sure enough she was, out on the dancefloor having a great time. She was dancing in a large group of both men and women, all of whom looked like they were having as much fun as Jenny was.

Suddenly the pace of the music slowed and a sexy slow dance number came on. Most of the group Jenny was dancing with took a partner. I thought Jenny would have a rest and I could surprise her but a tall, muscly guy from the group grabbed her and they began to slow dance to the music. 

His hands were wandering all over her and they eventually stopped at her ass where he had two handfuls of my wife’s beautiful ass. I thought she would protest but she seemed to snuggle into his muscly frame even more. I stood mesmerised by this scene. I wanted to kick his ass but he was much bigger than I was so I decided to see what happened.

Incredibly, one of his hands reached under Jenny’s chin and lifted it up. He leaned down and began to kiss her passionately. I could tell even from where I was at the bar that it was a serious kiss. They kissed for ages still swaying in time with the music. Their bodies seemed to melt into one and I remember thinking that if it were me my cock would be as hard as a rock. If his were too then Jenny would be feeling it just above her cunt as she danced.

Finally they broke the kiss and he said something to her. She nodded and they walked out of the nightclub. I followed at a discreet distance. They strolled leisurely along the deck, stopping occasionally to kiss again. As they kissed both his and her hands went wandering. I remember seeing her hands feel down the front of his pants and her eyes widening. I wondered what it was that made her eyes do that. While she did this, his hands were playing with her tits, gently, and feeling her ass as well as lifting her dress for a feel of what was under the front of it. 

When they broke this last kiss they seemed to walk away with some urgency. They walked to a cabin quite near ours that also had portholes out to the top deck of the ship. As I watched he unlocked his door and they went inside. I couldn’t believe it. Here we were, Jenny and I, on a holiday together without the kids at last and she was in another guy’s cabin on the very first night.

I quickly went out onto the deck to see if I could see inside his porthole. I found what I was looking for and found that I had an uninterrupted view inside his cabin. What I saw amazed me. My wife was on her knees in front of him. She had his pants undone and was in the process of pulling them down. They reached his ankles and he kicked them off. He then took off his shirt and Jenny and I saw that he had no underwear on. 

Jenny grabbed his hard cock in both hands and proceeded to lick up and down the whole length. It was huge! So this was what had made her eyes widen earlier. Once it was fully wet she took the purple head into her mouth and started to suck. I could see by the way her cheeks bulged that she was working hard on his cock. She gradually took more and more in until she had her nose buried in his pubic hair. I don’t know how big his cock was but it seemed bigger than mine and I am a good 8”, which I’m quite proud of.

So here was my wife sucking on a stranger’s cock that was larger than mine. I should have been enraged but I felt two surprising emotions. I was excited by what I saw (who doesn’t want to see his wife with another man). The other feeling was one of jealousy. Jenny never, ever sucked my cock. In all the years I had known her she had only once put the head of my cock in her mouth for a very short time. This was just after we were married. There was never a hint of oral sex since.

Jenny sucked his cock like it was going out of fashion. She really seemed to be enjoying it. All of a sudden I saw her lover tense and then release a torrent of cum in my wife’s pretty mouth. She swallowed all she could but some spilled out and down her chin. He withdrew his cock and Jenny licked the remaining cum from the tip. She then wiped her chin with her hand and licked the cum off it.

He quickly stood her up and pushed her down onto the bed. He stood above her, put the tip of his cock at the opening of her cunt and pushed. She must have been soaking because about three-quarters of his cock went straight in. He withdrew almost all the way before thrusting again. This time his whole cock was inside my wife. 

I was shocked. Not only because of what I saw but that I had cum in my pants without even touching myself. I slunk off to our cabin and tried to get some more sleep.

I woke up late the next morning. Jenny was fast asleep beside me. I hadn’t heard her come in so I don’t know how long she spent with her new friend. I got up and went for a swim, letting my wife sleep. I looked around the ship for her mystery lover but couldn’t see him.

Jenny emerged at about three in the afternoon. We lazed by the pool and I didn’t say anything about the previous night. I simply asked her if she had fun dancing to which she replied that it was OK but would have been better if I had been there. She asked me how I was feeling. I said that I was OK but still not great.

That night we had a quiet dinner and again I said I felt like going straight to bed. The next day was to be our first port of call, in Fiji, and I wanted to be OK to go ashore with her to explore. I expected Jenny to say that she was disappointed but she merely said that she hoped I felt better and took off to the Lobster Room.

I followed a few minutes later. I hoped that I would find her by herself or in a large group again but initially I couldn’t see her at all. As I looked around I saw her with her friend from the night before in a dark corner of the room. My first thought was that they looked like honeymooners. They kissed and cuddled like newlyweds, they danced together as if there was no one else there and they generally played the game perfectly.

I watched from the bar for a couple of hours, growing more and more jealous as time wore on. I didn’t do anything because I wanted to see how far it would go. 

Close to midnight they got up and left. I expected them to go straight to his cabin and fuck themselves stupid but they didn’t. They strolled in the moonlight for a while. They exchanged kisses frequently and generally seemed to be getting to know each other better. 

After about half an hour of this they made their way back to his cabin. All of this was done with a minimum of fuss. Once inside I took my place at the porthole. Inside I saw Jenny and her lover slowly getting down to business.

She took her dress off to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her panties soon followed. Once she was completely naked she stood up and stretched before hungrily kissing her mate. Once again I had pangs of jealousy. Jenny never got naked in front of me any more. She preferred to get changed for bed in our bathroom.

She unbuttoned his shirt and trailled kisses down his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. While she licked and sucked them she undid his pants and pushed them down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

His cock sprang free. Jenny immediately knelt down and took it into her mouth. She kissed the knob and licked her way down the shaft. She put the head of the cock into her mouth and sucked. I felt as if I was going to cum so I expected her mate to do the same. 

She sucked for a few minutes until her mate stopped her, lay back on the bed and got Jenny to sit astride him. She eased his big cock into her steamy cunt. She must have been really wet because she slid right down to the base of his cock with no trouble at all. 

She was in control now and she began to ride up and down his shaft, slowly at first. As she got more excited she rode faster and faster until she was writhing with ecstasy on his cock. Suddenly he grabbed her hips, arched his back and obviously came deep inside my wife.

I had seen enough. I went back to our cabin and got into bed. It didn’t toke much for me to bring myself to orgasm. Once I had cum I lay there with conflicting emotions. It seemed as if Jenny had found a little more than a quick fuck. He looked more like a lover. This scared, but also excited, me. 

I decided to leave her alone as much as I could to see what happened. It would be easy to beg motion sickness most of the time. I would begin the next day by letting her go ashore by herself.

I woke up the next morning with Jenny next to me. She didn’t wake me up when she got home so I have no idea how late she was. She was fast asleep so I made a quick decision. I showered and dressed. Then I left her a note saying that I had gone ashore for the day. Then I promptly set myself up at a bar on the ship to see what Jenny did for the day. There were a few other people around who had decided not to go ashore also.

A couple of hours later I saw Jenny outside. I decided to follow at a discreet distance. She went to one of the deserted swimming pools and got herself ready for a swim. I found a vantage point on the deck above and saw that she had been joined by her new friend. 

They began to swim, play, cuddle and kiss together. For all intents and purposes they looked like a couple who were on the cruise together. In the pool they got a little closer. At one stage, with Jenny facing the edge, her friend swam up behind her and started nibbling her ear. I know this makes her really horny and she looked like she was enjoying it. They both looked around in every direction except up. Then, he reached down into the water and began to ease the bottom half of my wife’s bikini down. She let it drop and spread her legs. He then took his cock out of his swimming trunks and began to fuck her.

So they wouldn’t look too suspicious they started really slowly. After a while, though, anyone passing would have been able to see that they were fucking. The noise reached up to where I was. Jenny was moaning and saying, “Yes, yes, Michael, fuck me harder.”

At least I found out his name. This went on for a while and they didn’t seem to care that they could have been seen by anyone. Eventually they finished. Michael swam to the bottom of the pool to retrieve Jenny’s bikini bottom. What a gentleman. They got out of the pool hand in hand and dried off. They then began to walk in the direction of Michael’s cabin. I followed and when I arrived I looked inside.

My wife and her lover were both naked. Jenny was face down on the bed with Michael on top of her. He was licking her ear and murmuring something to her. He then grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips. I was astounded. He was going to fuck her up the ass. I couldn’t believe it. It was the one thing I had tried to get her to do since before we were married. She had always refused. Even the week before the cruise I had tried again and she had said that she would never let me do that. She didn’t like thinking about it and considered it dirty. But here she was, with a virtual stranger, about to do something she had never done before. 

As I watched Michael got a tube of lubricant, squeezed some on his finger and began to fondle my wife’s ass. She spread her legs and he slowly inserted his finger up inside her. She writhed around a bit but he didn’t stop. He fingered her ass for a while and then took his finger out. 

He got his tube of cream out and began to lube up his cock. He leaned over Jenny and stuck the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass. He looked like he was soothing her by talking quietly to her. He pushed forward and I saw the head of his cock enter her ass. He stopped for a moment and then began to push forward. Slowly he entered her, a little at a time, in then out, in then out, until he was finally completely inside her.

He fucked her ass gently for some time. Then Jenny raised her ass and the action hotted up. He started thrusting quicker and more powerfully. Jenny looked as if she was pushing back to meet his every thrust. In a frenzy they both looked like they came and then collapsed onto the bed. He pulled out of her ass. Jenny rolled around the face his cock and took him into her mouth to clean him up.

I had to leave then. The first boats were coming back from the island so I went back to our cabin. I thought about what I had just seen, and what I had seen on the previous two nights. I decided I didn’t much like it at all. Jenny had done a few things in the two days she had known Michael that she had never done in fifteen years of marriage to me. 

She had sucked his cock. She had never done that to me. She said it would make her gag. She had him fuck her in the ass. She told me that it was dirty. Not only that but she had cleaned his cock with her mouth afterwards. It obviously wasn’t too dirty for that. And she got completely naked with him. She had stopped doing that six years ago with me, after our twins were born.

So, what to do? Somehow I decided to finish the cruise and get home before I said anything. There were many other times Jenny was alone without me on that trip. Almost every night I stayed in our cabin while she went out. I went ashore at every stop but Jenny didn’t. 

The night that I finally realised that our marriage had ended was the night of our anniversary, which was the last night of the cruise. Jenny had made plans to go out and party without asking what I would like to do. Just before she went out I handed her a package that contained a crystal pendant on a gold chain. She didn’t even open it but took it with her. 

Later that night I went to the porthole outside Michael’s cabin. I saw the two of them making love. Jenny was on top and the pendant was dangling between her tits. The note I wrote with the gift said, “Happy 15th Anniversary, the latest of many to come.” She had obviously read that and taken no notice.

Eventually the cruise finished. We disembarked and went straight to the airport to catch our flight home. Jenny was unnaturally quiet all the way home. When we got there I asked her if she had enjoyed the trip. She told me she had the best holiday ever. I said sorry for leaving her alone so much. She said, quietly, that it didn’t matter. She had fun anyway.

The next few days were quiet at home. The kids were excited to see us again. We gave them heaps of presents from our trip. I wondered when Jenny had the time to shop. 

Jenny easily slipped back into her old routine of looking after the family. I was a mess, wondering how to go about confronting her. 

One Saturday, two weeks after we had returned home, Jenny made plans to go out with the children all day. I hadn’t been included. I decided to go on the Internet. Then I had an inspiration. I would look at her e-mail. I quickly logged on as sexymother but didn’t know her password. I tried numerous words I thought might be the right one but to no avail. Then I clicked on ‘Forgotten your password?’ and answered her question correctly, August. 

This showed me that her password was michael. I thought that she must have changed it since we got back. Her inbox had quite a lot of e-mails from donkeyboy60. 

I opened the most recent which said, “My darling Jenny, I am coming to Sale (our home town) to see you next weekend. I’m staying at the Princeton. Come and see me next Thursday. I’ll be arriving at about midday. I love you, Michael.” Next Thursday was Jenny’s 40th birthday.

She hadn’t wanted a fuss made so I didn’t organise anything but invited our friends over on the following Saturday for drinks to celebrate. I decided to take a sick day that Thursday without telling Jenny.

On the morning of her birthday I gave her the gift I had bought her, an eternity ring. I thought it might show her how much I still loved her. She cried when she saw it and couldn’t speak. I left for work and went for a drive. 

As midday approached I had formulated a plan. Soon after 12, I went home to find the garage empty. I went inside and got out a suitcase. In it I put most of Jenny’s clothes. Then I drove to the hotel where Michael was staying.

I soon found Jenny’s car outside room 27. I peeked inside and, sure enough, the two of them were naked and making love on the bed. I got the suitcase out of the car and opened the door to the room. The two of them stopped fucking and sat up.

 Jenny said, “Scott, what are you doing here? I can explain everything.”

I threw the suitcase down and said, “Don’t bother coming home. As of this moment we aren’t married any more. You two can fuck yourselves stupid for all I care. Just like you did every day on the ship.”

I slammed the door behind me as I walked out. It was nearly time to pick up the kids from school. I did that and drove them to the hotel. I stopped again outside room 27 where Jenny’s car was still parked. I flung the door open again and, as our 5 beautiful kids ran inside, I saw Jenny and Michael naked again having taken my advice and continued to fuck themselves stupid. 




Happy Anniversary



I drove off to a park I knew just outside of town. It was deserted. I took out a length of hose I had brought with me, put one end in the exhaust and the other through a window. I closed the window, stuffed it with a towel and turned the ignition back on.



Happy Anniversary



"Happy Anniversary, Eddy darling."

"Happy Anniversary, Clara dear."

It was 6 AM, but they were already awake. Normally they slept until 8 PM, but today ... the tension ... 

Yesterday they had received a letter of congratulations from Her Majesty the Queen, signed by Herself, and this afternoon the mayor and his wife would visit them. That was customary when people were celebrating the 60th anniversary of their marriage.

"Sixty years," Clara sighed.

"Yeah," Eddy said. "Such a long time ago ... But I remember the day of our wedding like yesterday ... You were such a beautiful bride. When I saw you in that marvellous white silk dress with that long veil of lace, I got tears in my eyes, remember?"

"Mm ... and you were such a handsome groom ..."

Lying in their twin beds, they rejoiced in the remembrance.

They had met in February 1942. He was 27 years old and she 26. Skating on a little frozen lake they had bumped into each other. It was love on the first sight. One year and a half later, on August 9th, 1943, they had married.

"It was my mother's wedding dress," she said, "which fitted me exactly. Old fashioned, but very nice."

"You looked like a princess."

It had been wartime. Holland was occupied by the Germans and everything was rationed. Nobody had enough coupons to buy textile for a wedding dress, and silk ... impossible to get ... destined only for parachutes of the Luftwaffe.

The first year of their marriage was a very happy one. Everything was scarce: food, milk, clothing, combustibles and so on, but in their small home there was an abundance of love, joy and tenderness.

"Oh, how beautiful she was," he thought. 

The first time he saw her naked was after the wedding party. Remembering how shy she was that first time, blushing when she undressed, and how beautiful, he smiled. And the expression on her face when she saw his erection ...

"His member," she thought. "It seemed so huge!!! Frightening!" 

She had still been a virgin, with no experience at all, but he had been so tender, so considerate that first night! 

Naked they had lain, body to body, in each others arms. She had been a little bit nervous, feeling his hard penis against her stomach, but when he had kissed and stoked her, she had got more at ease. 

She sighed, remembering how he had caressed her buttocks. Mm, it had felt wonderful! After that he had cupped her bare breasts in his hands. No man had done that before! Her nipples had stiffened with delight and he ... oh, my God ... he had kissed them and sucked on them, sending flashes of pleasure to that spot between her legs. She had felt she was getting hot and moist there. 

Then he had licked at her belly button, making her giggle. She smiled remembering. He had also pulled at her pubic hair and she had giggled again. 

And then, all of a sudden, he had put his full hand on her genitals! "Oh, my God," she had thought, "what will he think of me. I'm sopping wet!" But he had seemed to enjoy it. "Mmm," he had said, you like it, Clara, don't you? Shall I carry on?"

"Oh, yes, please, go on," she had whispered even before she could think.

Eddy chuckled, remembering. He had kissed her labia and she had quivered with desire, opening her thighs for him. Oh, the sight of those moist swollen lips ... He revelled in the remembrance. Sixty years ago, oh, my God. His fingers had spread her lips and his tongue had licked at the inside, tasting her fluid for the first time. Oh, my God. 

She had gasped and shuddered when the tip of his tongue had touched her erect clitoris. While he kept on tickling her love button, she had panted and moaned, tongue between her lips, eyes closed, her face red with passion. 

He had decided not to penetrate her. Then first night of their marriage should be filled only with joy and happiness, and not with pain. He would deflower her when she was ready for it. Not now.

Gently he had put the tip of his penis between her labia and moved up. Lying on top of her, with his legs between hers, he had embraced her, stroking the head and shaft of his penis against her clitoris. Crying out they had climaxed at the same time.

"Oh, that wonderful first orgasm," Clara thought. What a sensation it had been! She hadn't even known what an orgasm was, that it existed! Her mother had never told her about anything like that. She wondered why, for it had been so delicious! The first weeks they had done it twice a day, sometimes even three or four times! What a delight and what a fun! And Eddy had been so sweet ... The desire to have him completely inside her had grown and grown.

"Please, Eddy, take me, enter me," she had begged one night. He had brought her near orgasm before he actually did. She had felt a sharp shooting pain, but it hadn't prevented her from climaxing. Afterwards she had wept ... not over her lost virginity, no, for happiness! She was a woman now!

"Shall I get you a cup of tea," Eddy asked.

"You are sweet, but no, thanks. Please, come over to me and hold me, if you want. It's still early, so we have a lot of time before the children come."

Eddy came over to her side and took her in his arms. "Oh, Clara, darling," he sighed, kissing her wrinkled cheeks.

"Such a good man," Clara thought. "Such a wonderful husband." He had nearly died for her and their first baby ...

Agnes was born in November 1944, just before the winter. The harsh winter of '44-'45, the winter of the most awful famine in the history of Holland, the "Hunger Winter."

Realising that they were losing the war, the Germans had shamelessly plundered and looted the country. Nothing was left. No food, no livestock, no coal, no cooking gas, no electricity, no petrol, no means of transportation. Nothing.

The only thing the Dutch people could get to eat were a few horrible tasting tulip bulbs and, if they were lucky, a piece of a sugar beet, not enough to survive.

Eddy and Clara had seen people fall down and die on the streets! How would they, themselves and the baby, survive?

Clara had stayed in bed with the baby for whole days, to keep warm and lose less energy.

And Eddy had taken his bicycle (with wooden tires!) and ridden hundred kilometres and more, day after day, through bitter cold weather, on search for food in the rural parts of the country, where some farmers had succeeded in rescuing something from transportation to Germany. 

He had visited farm after farm, begging for food for his wife and little daughter, trading everything they had, money, jewellery, linen tablecloths, a Persian rug, a fur coat, for a little bit of food: two pounds of rye flour, a piece of lard, some potatoes.

Every time he came home he was exhausted. From the food he brought home he took almost nothing for himself, saying that he had already eaten on his way home, a slice of bread with lard a farmer had given him, of a few carrots, which mostly was not true. 

He had been sacrificing himself. Clara saw that very clear now.

On the way back from his last "hunger tour" he had fallen twice from his bicycle and, finally back at home, he had collapsed on the kitchen floor, unable to get up. His legs were swollen with oedema from malnutrition. Clara had to lift him and put him in bed, on the brink of death.

The Swedish had saved his life. Neutral during the war, but realising that almost a whole population was about to die, they had asked and got permission from the Germans to organise food droppings.

Swedish white bread ... Clara remembered very well. Like manna from Heaven! And just in time. If not, Eddy would have succumbed within a week. 

Such a sweet man, such a nice husband!

"Sixty years, and what a bliss," Eddy thought. He was 89 now and Clara 88. Six children his wife had brought into the world, all well-to-do good citizens. Agnes a lawyer, Tom an internist, Felix a university professor in Dutch language, Louise a paediatrician, Carla a fashion designer and Peter a public prosecutor. Eighteen grandchildren they now, and seven great-grandchildren, the eighth on the way!

Eddy looked at the woman in his arms. From the structures of her facial bones you could still see that she had been very beautiful once. Now her face was wrinkled, yes, but what a wonderful sweet face it still was. He loved those wrinkles.

Clara looked at him and touched his cheek. "Shall we snuggle, love?" she asked.

Snuggling. That was their way of making love. He couldn't get an erection that lasted long enough and her vagina had dried up, so that real sex had got more and more cumbersome. Trying to reach an orgasm had become such a tiresome affair, that it was not funny any more. Therefore they had invented snuggling. They undressed and cuddled. Sometimes for hours, enjoying each other's naked bodies, just loving, caressing and kissing. So gratifying!!!

"Good idea, darling," Eddy answered enthusiastic, whereupon they hastily undressed and embraced again.

"Mmm," they both did. It felt good, so good. 

It didn't matter to Eddy that his wife's empty breasts, stomach and buttocks sagged and that her body was all wrinkles. "I'm just an old bag of bones," she used to say. Oh no, it did not matter at all. Her skin was still so soft and nice to touch. He stroked her back and pressed her body against his. "My princess," he whispered. "My everything," she answered, "I cannot say how much I love you."

"We have had and still have a wonderful marriage," he said. "And," he chuckled, "we had a lot of fun together." 

She knew what he meant, but to tease him she asked: "Such as ...?"

"Our sex life," he said. "Wow, you were a wild one!"

"Me, a wild one? I don't understand what you mean. I've always been very shy."

"Shy, you? Oh, my God! When I close my eyes I still see it before me, you straddling me, riding me like an amazon, with flaring hairs and bouncing boobs."

"And you were my untamed stallion," she said laughing.

It had always been their favourite position. For both of them it had been the most exiting way to come. Talking about it brought back all those sweet memories. They sighed, thinking back at those delicious passionate moments of lovemaking.

Inadvertently she reached out for his penis, the organ that had caused her so much pleasure and, also unintentionally, he put a hand between her thighs.

She got a tingling feeling between her legs and he felt his member stir.

"Oh, my God," she thought, "that's not possible." How long ago was it that she had been aroused and got an orgasm? Four years, five years, six? Impossible! But the feeling got stronger and stronger ...

Eddy thought likewise. When had he had his last erection? Five years ago, more? What was happening? Getting hard again? No way! But steadily his member grew and grew ...

"Oh Eddy," she said, feeling his hardness.

"Oh my," he said, "I think you are getting wet, Clara dear."

Tears got in their eyes. Would it be possible, on their 60th anniversary? They trembled with anticipation and got more and more agitated. 

"Come, darling, I think I'm ready for you," she said. 

"Oh, my love," he stammered when he entered her, "oh my love, oh, my darling."

"Oh, Eddy," she whispered, "how wonderful."

"Happy Anniversary, Clara," he said, smiling. 

"Likewise, Eddy darling," she answered, giggling.

Clinging to each other they moved, first slowly and careful, then, gradually, faster and more passionate, she moaning and he almost howling. They felt their desire and their pleasure rise and rise to unknown heights. Never in their whole life they had felt so excited, so ecstatic.

Then came their climax. They both cried out, gasping, shuddering. Oh, my God! They felt as if they were fainting. Their hearts fluttered ...

Thousand stars exploded. Hand in hand they seemed to fly though a tunnel towards a light of unspeakable beauty ...

* * *

Two hours later Agnes found them, their bodies still in each others arms, their dead eyes staring into eternity, on their faces a smile full of endless happiness.



Happy Anniversary



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His plan.

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Last night I lay in bed dreaming of our anniversary celebration and the plans I'd made for us. I spent the night in Memphis, but knew I'd be home in time for us to celebrate. Since I'm on the plane now, winging my way back to the left coast, I thought I'd share what will happen tonight.

Yesterday I sent my wife instructions on what to wear to work today. She keeps her pussy shaved because she knows it makes her look more open to me. Her work environment requires conservative apparel, so she's wearing a dress, but instead of the usual panty hose she's got stockings and a garter belt, along with a thong. I'm going to pick her up at work in my new Porsche Boxster. Before coming downstairs to meet me, she knows to remove that thong so I can play with her in the car on the way to the restaurant.

I've picked a special restaurant for dinner tonight, a place where we dined the first weekend I tied her up. Though we'll be discreet over dinner, we won't waste any time once we're done. For safety's sake I no longer demand blowjobs while driving, but it's my intention to take her home, close the garage, and immediately put her head in my lap. As soon as I unload she'll swallow it all, then we'll drop the top and take a quick run down the coast to Malibu for an after-dinner dessert. When we return from the drive it'll be her turn to come, but we're going to do it my way.

First off, I expect her to wear a blindfold, just as she did the first day she visited. While still in the living room I'll bury my head beneath her dress and lap at that sweet, naked pussy. If I were a better porn author I'd describe how my tongue had her writhing and screaming in orgasm, but I don't know whether I have that talent yet. What I *do* know will happen though is that at some point I'll carry her into the bedroom, still blindfolded, and place her on the bed. Then, gently but firmly, her hands will be bound to the headboard and her legs will be spread for me. I've thought about whether or not to work her dildo into her luscious backside before sliding my cock into her pussy, but I may choose to get her off with just my missionary stick first, then lube her up and stretch her ass afterwards.

Did I mention I expect to keep her clothed while enjoying her pleasures? Yeah, I'll bunch up her dress around her waist, and open the front so I can play with those big, sweet tits of hers, but part of the thrill is the naughtiness of sex "in a hurry."

After I've filled her with my come, I'll untie her and hold her close. We've been close for nine years now, so it's important that I show her how much she still means to me. After fulfilling her fantasies and mine, it's my way of reaffirming my love.

P.S. I hope to take photos of her with her legs spread, her pussy framed by the material of her dress, as well as with my cock in her mouth. No, nobody will ever get to see them, but they'll keep me hard during those long trips away.

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Her plan.

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He always thrills me with his surprises, especially on special occasions like our anniversary. This time I thought I'd give him a surprise. Since I knew he had business in Memphis for the week, I took my time to make sure every detail was perfect.

Reading his e-mail instructions left me a little damp as I thought about the things he was likely to do to me. I couldn't do anything about it at work, but as soon as I got home I opened the message on my personal Gateway and read it again. Now I could take my time, so I studied each word carefully while I softly stroked my portal, slipping one or two fingers inside as I visualized the thrills we'd both enjoy the next day. Though never as satisfying a come as when he's in control of my body, nonetheless I experienced a small climax to "take the edge off" for another day. Then I set about to make final preparations.

I already had the clothes set aside, as per his request. I'd also pulled my hair back so he could see my lips in action more easily. A fresh shave is de rigeur on occasions like this, of course, as is a fresh manicure.

He's a clever guy, and probably figured all this out. What I'll bet he wouldn't count on would blow his socks off.

Here's what happened:

My lover called me at work from the airport, giving me plenty of time to tie up loose ends and get rid of the thong as he'd demanded.

Traffic was light and he arrived at the office earlier than planned. After stepping down the stairs, I watched Cheryl, our lovely young receptionist, flirt with him and tease him while I waited on the other side of the stairwell door for a few minutes. Cheryl is quite the fox, the perfect eye candy for a techno corporation like ours. She's 5'9" with a dazzling figure, a charming smile, and a melodious laugh that draws you in without effort. She's quite the wit too, always ready with a good comeback or a quick joke. She dresses to show off her natural beauty, meaning that there's plenty of cleavage and leg showing, but in a sophisto, educated way rather than the sluttish look of some well-endowed young women.

Anyway, I watched Cheryl flirt with Paul for several minutes before pushing open the door into the lobby. She flashed one of her famous smiles at me and said "Your hubbie is soooo romantic! He's been telling me all about his plans for the evening. I just know you're going to have a wonderful anniversary together."

Somehow I didn't think he told her all about his plans--I didn't know them all myself, but if they were like years past, I figured there were some juicy bits he left out of his conversation with her.

"Yeah, he's a pretty special guy," I replied as I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "and pretty danged good looking too. Come on, handsome, dazzle me with romance." I winked at Cheryl while I grabbed Paul's arm.

"See ya soon," she said, as we strolled out the door arm in arm.

"I missed ya, loverboy," I cooed as I climbed into the Boxster. He'd left the top up to keep from musssing up my hair, with the side benefit of giving us a bit more privacy in the car. As he reached for first gear, I grabbed a gearshift of my own, anxious to feel what I'd been missing for the last week. As I expected, he was rock hard through the suit. Each time he grabbed a new gear I'd give him a shift of my own, enjoying the groans from the driver's seat.

Paul told me to use my other hand to pull up my dress and play with myself. I gently stroked my love nubbin, bringing it out from its hood, then slid one finger, then two, then three into the dripping receptacle of love between my legs.

When we finally got the restaurant, he killed the engine but left the car in first gear so he could leave the parking brake lever down. Meanwhile, I gave his gearshift knob one last squeeze, then quickly looked around. Not seeing anyone nearby, I ducked my head into his lap for a quick kiss before dinner. He threw his head back against the headrest and let out another groan. I rose back up in the seat almost as quickly as his cock did, telling him that he'd get plenty more after dessert. He grabbed my arm, then slipped his mouth over my juicy fingers, licking them clean while savoring the taste of my fragrant pussy. "Mmmm, a taste of dessert before dinner," he joked.

I recognized the parking lot as that of Le Tour Eiffel, our favorite French restaurant. This was the place he took me the first night we experimented with mild bondage. No, silly, not at the restaurant, but when we got home after dinner. I lay spread eagle on the kitchen table, bound to the corners with silk scarves, while he had his way with me from all sides, rewarding me with plenty of climaxes of my own.

Dinner was exquisite, but not overdone. We laughed and joked and talked about how much we missed each other while he was away. Though there was plenty of food, we enjoy it at a leisurely pace and decide to take home most of it. With a wicked grin he told me he didn't want me stuffed so I could get stuffed at home instead.

It was a short trip from the restaurant to the house. As soon as he pulled into the garage, he let the turbo spool down while lowering the convertible top. We kiss feverishly as the electric motors whine and the garage lights shine down on us. In a moment he cuts off the engine and pushes the remote control to close up the garage.

As soon as the door drops to bumper level he grabs me by the back of the neck. I know exactly what to do. We haven't "broken in" the new car yet, but it's about to be deflowered as he guides my face down into his crotch. I hear the door close completely as I scramble to unzip his trousers and release his cock. As soon as it emerges my face disappears in his lap, engulfing him completely in the first stroke. His hair tickles my nostrils, while the tip tickles my tonsils.

After the initial plunge, I slowly reverse direction, breathing through my nose as soon as my throat is clear. I bob down again, my tongue tickling the underside of his dick. I trace the veins of his staff, enjoying its ripples and texture. He caresses my hair, my shoulders, my face as I slide my lips up and down his rod, throwing in a slight twist of my head when I reach bottom. I've found that the feeling of my throat rotating around the tip of his shaft really gets him going. I'm thirsty for his sweet juice and work faster to get him off. Meanwhile he's squeezing my tits and reaching down to the wet place between my legs. I continue to bob up and down his shaft, my fingers gently rolling his furry balls.

I can feel him tensing up, but his release doesn't come until I slicken my finger with his pre-come, then slide it up his butt. Wham! His cock twitches up against the roof of my mouth, letting lose a stream of molten love. I feverishly gulp down a week's worth of hot come, never letting his lovely cock escape my mouth even though he's sending me to heaven with the way I'm being touched. Surge after surge of creamy liquid leaves his body and enters mine, then suddenly he returns the favor and shoves his finger up my ass. Don't ask me why--I flunked biology in high school--but that was the trigger that sent me over the edge myself. "Oh, god!" I mumble around his still hard dick. "Oh, Jeeeeeezus, I'm coming!"

If someone were peaking through the window of the kitchen door that connects the garage to the house, they'd have seen what must have seemed a ludicrous site: two adults in a sports car, twitching, sighing, and murmuring, one with a cock in her mouth and the other with his finger in her ass, both clearly happy and satisfied.

We sat/lay there like that for a few minutes, then realized just how uncomfortable it was in the tight quarters of the Porsche. He pushed the garage opener button, catching me off guard as the rollup door quickly rose. I rushed to tuck my tits back into my dress, but decided no one could see my naked pussy as long as I stayed in the car. I tipped down the mirror to straighten my face, but decided my hair wasn't worth messing with.

"Ready for dessert?" he asked as he backed out of the garage.

"Sure," I replied, "as long as it comes with another kind of treat later!"

With the finesse that comes with years of amateur racing, he maneuvers the Porsche quickly onto the freeway. We drive towards the full moon for a few minutes, then he darts off the 101 to take Kanan-Dume road down to Malibu. It's a lovely evening out, cool without chilling, and I love the feel of the wind in my hair.

Our favorite little ice cream shop is tucked away in a strip mall. I relish the flavor of the pumpkin spice ice cream as it melts on my tongue even though it covers up the creamy taste I'd savored earlier. Hey, I knew where to get more, now didn't I? I think he enjoyed the way I squirmed in my seat at the ice cream parlor, trying to keep my dress down enough that the high school boys wouldn't get too much of a show. Just as we were about to leave, he whispered, "Let them see you, just for a moment."

I was a little scared--we hadn't played this sort of game before, but since we were 20 miles from home I decided to go for it. I tipped my purse over on the table, "letting" my keys fall to the floor. Quickly I bent over to pick them up, giving them a quick flash of my slick thighs and tight ass before standing again. The gasp I heard over the hum of the ice cream coolers told me they'd enjoyed my little presentation.

I knew this little interlude was just a diversion, a bit of play and recharge before getting back to the house for some serious romance. I still didn't know quite what he had in mind when we returned, but I certainly knew what I had waiting for him, and I couldn't wait to get started.

He beat me to the punch, reaching over and pulling my dress up above my waist, then commanding me to keep my right hand wet in my lap. "Why the right?" I asked. Instead of answering directly, he took my left hand and rested it in his lap. "Yes, dear, now I understand!" I unzip his fly and reach in, squeezing the solid mass of flesh he keeps hidden. Though I don't actively jack him off, I can feel his cock throbbing in my fingers and can't wait to put it where it really belongs. He drives carefully home and once again closes the garage door and pulls my face towards his for a lingering wet kiss. My hands are still where he placed them so I can't pull him closer to me.... besides, my fingers would soak his jacket!

After a few minutes of his loving caresses, he pulls away and tells me to zip him back up. Next, he reaches behind my seat and hands me a bag, instructing me to go into the kitchen and slip into what's inside. He climbs out of the car, then holds the door open for me. I hear a slight "tink" as I grab the bag, but I pay it no mind. "You've got five minutes to prepare," he warned me. "Be sure you're proper when I come in."

I rushed into the house and opened his gift. Putting a finger to my lips, I studied the contents. Klink. Handcuffs I recognize, but what's this other metal contraption? Oh, wait, I remember seeing this on a web site somewhere--it goes in your mouth. What else? Okay, I can change bustiers, no problem. Hmmm, better get quick pulling on those new stockings. I've still got a couple of minutes--does he want these handcuffs attached in front or behind? In back and he can fuck my face; in front, I can play with his balls. Even with a ring gag I know I can keep him happy. Decisions, decisions.... okay, I know what I'll do.

"Lover, I'm ready!"

Ah, the look on his face when he walked in--puzzled at first that I could speak, then transformed almost instantly to sheer delight. There I was, all trussed up, a leather bustier offering my tits, me on my knees ready to serve and service him. Right next to me in a similar outfit, my left wrist handcuffed to her right, but with the ring gag propping her mouth open, kneeled Cheryl.

"Happy anniversary, honey," I said with my head bowed. "I hope you like your special present."

"I can't wait to try it out," he replied.

The sound of his zipper and slurp of her tongue told me this was going to be a night we'd all remember.



Happy Anniversary



As I wake, I begin to smile, seeing my you beside me in the bed. My thoughts drift to my plans for the day. It is our anniversary, and I have been planning this day for a year. You don't know it yet, But all of your plans for the day have already been canceled, or taken care of. Today, you will be taken care of, and occupied by me. I look over to the clock. 5:30, it's almost time to begin. I roll out of bed, careful not to disturb or wake you. A quick shower will wake me up enough to begin. 

After my shower, and walk back to the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed again, as it would be a waste. You haven't moved an inch. The sheets conform to your beautiful body, and the curves I see are already turning me on. Just knowing that underneath those covers, you are naked, laying on your side, not knowing that you are about to be woken up. Carefully I pull the covers back, revealing your body to myself. Your soft skin shining in the morning light from the windows. As I continue, I watch as the edge of the covers seem to slowly paint out the form of a goddess. First the shoulders, then down the sides, revealing the curve, suggestively hinting at the breasts hidden from view. Next the hips, and my cock jumps at the picture before me. Finally my target begins to reveal itself. I pull the covers the rest of the way down, thankful that you chose to sleep naked last night, as it will make my plans much easier.

Crawling onto the bed behind you, I slowly move into position behind you. My hand slowly traces your body, from your shoulder down to your legs, The feel of your skin is intoxicating. Slowly, being careful not to wake you, I slide my hand between your legs, and lift your leg up, separating them. You begin to stir at my touch. I need to be quick, so that you are awoken the way I have planned. Quickly I scoot a little closer, holding your leg up, my cock moves between your legs. Quickly, I find my target, pressing my cock against the opening of your pussy. You stir some more, and I know it is time. Before you have a chance to wake up on your own, I thrust into you, burying every inch of my cock deep within you. Your body shakes, and a moan escapes you mouth. My lips lightly touch your neck, to let you know it is me. "Good morning My Love," I whisper. "Happy anniversary."

I can feel the smile on your face. You show your appreciation for your wake-up call with a squeeze around my cock. Slowly, I begin to slide back out of you, until just my head is inside of you. Having just woke up, you are still tight. I can feel you close up behind me as I come out. The resistance is too much to push in lightly, and so I again must slam it home. A moan escapes your mouth. You reach down, and hold your leg up. I take the hint, and let go, freeing my hand to reach around, and cup your breasts in my hand. I hear you try to tell me you love me, but your voice trails off as I begin to pull out again. I know how you love to have your pussy stretched out. The feel of it closing up as I pull back helps you to feel how stretched you really were. 

As I continue fucking you, your body begins to wake up more and more. You get wetter and wetter, and just loose enough that I can slow down to the pace I am looking for. We always fuck so fast, and so hard. Today you are going to see how much fun making love can be. Today you are going to learn how amazing it feels to go slow. I have slowed down to a crawl at this point. Sliding out inch by inch, and going back in even slower. Each time I move just a little bit more into you, you are amazed at the length. Each time you think you are full, you feel another half an inch being pushed in. You've always known how long I was, but nothing drives that point home like a good slow fuck. 

By now, you are wide awake. My hands are playing with your nipples. You keep trying to push back against me. Trying to speed it up just a little. You have been woken up in a way you never thought possible, and you are ready to cum. But I resist. Each time you try to speed things up, I slow things down even more. It is driving you crazy, and I can tell. Your occasional moans have turned into one long, never-ending moan. You begin to tense up, and know that you are close. Again you try to push back against me, wanting to push yourself over that edge, but again I pull back. This time, I pull all the way out. I roll you over on your back, and kiss you passionately. 

You try to reach down to your love whole to finish yourself off, but I get to your hand first, and pull it away. "Let me take care of this baby. You just enjoy." I whisper to you. I kiss you again, as I slowly slide my hand down your body. You stop resisting, when you realize what my intentions are. I stare into your eyes, letting you read my thoughts, as my hand slowly makes its way closer to where you want it. When I feel your wetness, I stop, and just hold my hand there, just above your pussy. I can see it in yours eyes. They are begging me to continue my hand's journey. Begging me to do what you have wanted to do since you woke. Begging for release. 

You sigh with relief when you feel my hand finally continue, my fingers slipping within the folds of your lips, spreading them apart. You gasp lightly as a finger lightly brushes against your clit. You have been brought right to the edge now, and you know that that is when your clit is the most sensitive. Again your eyes reveal your desires when my finger continues past, and further down into the depths of you. First one finger slips into your pussy, and you squeeze, trying to feel it better. Your body shakes just a little bit when you feel a second finger enter you. Slowly I begin to slide them deeper, twisting and turning them as I go. Once they are as far as they will go, I spread them apart, stretching you just a little bit. You feel them begin to wiggle and turn as they start their slow journey back out. This is driving you crazy, because you know it won't make you cum. I'm teasing you. When they are almost out, a third finger joins them for the trip back in. Again you begin trying to push against me. Trying to speed it up. A Smile crosses my face, knowing that you are beginning to get desperate. 

Your eyes close in ecstasy as a fourth finger enters you. Now you know we are getting somewhere. Four fingers means we are close to what you hope is coming. Again I begin to slowly fuck you. Each time my fingers make their way into you, they spread out as much as they can, stretching you. You are breathing heavily, and I can't help but staring at your breasts as the rise and fall with each labored breath. 

Your eyes shoot back open again, as you finally feel what you were waiting for. A fifth and final finger has forced it's way into you. I stare into your eyes, as I force my entire hand, deeper into you. Soon, I am slowly fucking you with my entire hand. Pushing it in all the way to my wrist, and pulling it back out. Less than a minute later, you scream out, as your pussy clamps down around my hand, and your entire body convulses with an orgasm. I could swear I see the walls shaking from your screaming as your juices cover my hand. Just as you are coming down from your high, I start to pull my hand back out, only to cause you to start cumming again. You get so tight, that it forces my hand the rest of the way out, so I just lay there, and lightly rub your clit while you cum over and over again.

When you finally finish cumming, you just lay there, having a hard time breathing, trying to regain your senses. I kiss you passionately and whisper into your ear. "I love you. Happy anniversary baby." You open your eyes and stare lovingly into mine. I can see that you are exhausted. 

I look over at the clock, and your eyes follow my gaze. You are amazed to find that it is now 8 in the morning. You can't believe that we just spent two hours doing that. Time for the next step in my plan.  I think to myself. I look back into your eyes, and kiss you again. "Rest up my Love. You have a long day ahead of you. I am going to go make you some breakfast."

As I walk out the door, I hear a sigh from behind me, and feel your eyes on my back. I smile. If only you knew what more I have planned I say in my mind. If only... 



Happy Anniversary



Somehow her period ended up coming on our anniversary getaway weekend. Isn't that always the way it goes? Plus she doesn't require near as much sex as I do, so I was determined not to pressure her for sex. Maybe if her period was over by Sunday we could mess around a little before we had to leave.

We had a number of things to do to get ready to leave, then the Friday afternoon traffic was bad, so we didn't get to the cabin until after six. If you could call it a cabin. It had two decent sized bedrooms, one bath, a large living room and a kitchen with refrigerator and range. There was a great view off the private deck, complete with hottub. We explored for a while, then went into town to pick up some groceries and get dinner.

We took pizza back to the cabin and enjoyed the quiet. Then as it was getting dark, we decided to try out the hottub. I put on my swim trunks and took the cover off the tub. I stepped in as my wife got into her suit. She thinks her butt's too big, so she wore a suit that has a little skirt connected to the top to cover her ass, with a low cut neck to divert attention from her posterior to her impressive chest. Personally, I like her ass, especially in a tight pair of jeans, but she's very self-conscious about it. Her outfit looked quite modest as she walked out onto the deck, but when she stepped into the tub, the skirt rode up revealing that she wasn't wearing the bottom piece of her suit.

"I like your outfit," I said, running my hands up under her skirt.

"Nobody can see anything when I'm out of the tub," she giggled, "and when I'm in the tub, who cares?"

"It's okay if I see?" I joked.

"It's okay," she said, pulling me to her. We kissed for a long time, with a passion that's missing when we're home with the kids. I kissed her neck and cleavage as my hands touched her breasts through her suit. But then I remembered that I wasn't going to pressure her, so I rested my head on her chest and slipped my hands under her skirt, not to fondle her ass, but to rub her back. This was easy to do in the hottub, because she was partly floating, partly leaning back on the headrest. With my ear to her chest, I could hear her heart begin to pound and her breathing become ragged, and we've been married long enough that I recognized her growing arousal. So I went ahead and started fondling her ass, and after a while I started nuzzling and kissing her breasts through her swimsuit.

She then pulled down the neck of her suit and popped out a tit. I let my hands explore her breasts as I licked her exposed nipple. I took it in my mouth and began to suck as she wrapped her legs around me and pressed her bare cunt against the front of my swimsuit. I pushed back against her, grinding my cock into her pussy. She tried to pull down my swimsuit, so I stepped back and took it off. Her skirt was way up above her navel, and one boob stuck out through the neck of her swimsuit. She grabbed my cock, pumping it in her fist as I fingered her pud, avoiding the string hanging from her hole. I squeezed her buns, lifting her up until she was floating on the surface of the water. I tried to eat her pussy, but I kept getting mouthfuls of water. I finally gave up, returning my mouth to her nipple. She guided my prick between her legs, positioning the shaft in her slit with the head against her clitoris. The water kept washing away her slickness, so rather than slide around in her slot, I just rhythmically applied and released pressure on her clit with my cock. I squeezed her ass, pushing her against me, her legs were wrapped around me applying pressure of her own. I sucked hard on her nipple as I could feel her getting close, and she came.

I released my grip and floated on my back, offering her my stiff prick. She took it in her hand, washing it and massaging it. The water was so hot that I wasn't super hard, and I felt like I was miles away from cumming, yet it was a very pleasant sensation as she toyed with my balls and stroked my cock. Then she put it in her mouth and started to suck. She pumped and licked and massaged and sucked my dick for a long time, but I just couldn't cum.

"The water's too hot," I said, "Let's wait 'til we get inside."

So we gave up, which left me kind of bummed, yet it was very good because she had kept me at a pleasant level of excitement for a long time. But I was looking forward to bed time, maybe she'd suck me some more. We ended up watching some of the ball game and reading a little. By the time we'd had dessert and gotten ready for bed, she was just ready to go to sleep.

Saturday morning, we slept in 'til eleven, the best night's sleep we could remember since pre-children days. We had a leisurely breakfast, then headed out to a nearby town to look around. We checked out the shops, looked around for an old friend, but couldn't spot her house and she wasn't in the phonebook. We headed back to the cabin for a late lunch, finishing off the leftover pizza. We read for a while, then hit the beach for a walk. We watched a couple of guys wrestle their little boat out of the water and onto its trailer, then came back to the cabin and vegetated until dinner time, which was after eight since we had gotten up so late in the morning. We looked through the "dining out" literature in the cabin, and opted for the "country style" place, hoping for beef stew or chicken pot pie. It turned out to be nothing like the ad, and the fish 'n chips and teriyaki were somewhat of a letdown.

Back at the cabin, we watched a little T.V. while dinner digested. One of those dumb beauty pageants was on, unbelievably inane, but I did enjoy watching some nice bodies strut around onstage. Rotating through the channels, it seemed like every station had tits and ass bouncing all over the screen, and I was pretty fucking horny. I stepped out on the deck, and looked up to the sky. It had been cloudy the night before, but today had been clear, and the night sky, miles from the big city lights, was ablaze with stars. I could see the Milky Way, and in less than a minute I saw two satellites and a meteor.

"Look at the sky!" I said, "It's fantastic!" My wife came out on the deck and said, "Oooh, let's lay back in the hottub and look at the stars!" She reached for our swimsuits, which were sitting on the picnic table, still wet. "Yuck!" she said. "We don't need suits," I said, "We want the lights off to see the stars anyway."

There was no one at the cabin next door, the other side was nothing but trees, and someone across the water would need a powerful telescope to see anything, but it still felt like we were doing something naughty as we took off our clothes, walked out onto the deck and climbed into the tub, naked. I adjusted the jets, then lay back in her lap and looked at the glorious night sky. My head rested on the softness of her breasts, her arms were crossed across my chest. I felt the smoothness of her legs under the water, and I started to lose interest in the stars.

I turned around and looked at her, staring up at the sky. Her breasts floated weightlessly in the warm water, her nipples poking up prominently into the cool air. I hugged her close, delighting in the feel of her naked body against my bare, wet skin. I couldn't get enough of her boobs, they felt so soft in my hands, and her nipples were so responsive. I squeezed the mounds, rolling the nipples between my fingers, pulling and twisting. I put one in my mouth and sucked deeply, crushing it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. My hands found her ass, lifting her up, holding her tight against my swollen member, squeezing her buns, exploring her crevice with my fingers. I propped her butt up on my knees, lifting her cunt just above the waterline, and I began to probe her slit with my fingers and tongue. It wasn't the greatest cunnilingus, the water kept her from getting really slick, and the position was kind of awkward, but it was enough to get us both fucking hot. She turned around and bent over the side of the tub, resting her boobs on the edge, offering me her ass. I rubbed her back as my dick poked into her butt. Involuntarily my hips started moving, humping as my cock pressed against her asshole. I fondled her buns, squeezing them around my erection as I prodded her anus. With no lubrication to work with, this wasn't going anywhere, and I wanted to make sure I got off tonight, so I said, "Okay, that's enough. Let's go inside, I've got to have you!"

She went into the bathroom to change her tampon (damn it), and I layed a towel on the bed, got the lotion out of the suitcase and plugged in the large vibrator we'd brought along. I was never a Boyscout, but I believe in being prepared. She came out of the bathroom and laughed at the sight. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Lay down," I said, picking up the vibrator, "I'll massage your back!" We always joke about my "back-rubs", because they always turn into

"butt-rubs" and then into "ass-licking" or "butt-fucking".

"I could massage your front, if you prefer," I said.

"Whatever," she said, but she lay face down on the towel. I massaged her back with the vibrator, moving it up and down her spine. Finding a good spot between her shoulder blades, I let the heavy massager rest there as I rubbed her neck. Then I held the vibrator against the back of my hand as I rubbed, and the vibrations conducted through my hand and fingers to her neck muscles. "Mmmm," she murmured, sucking in her breath to keep from drooling on the pillow.

Again I let the massager rest on her back, and I grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted some in my hand. I rubbed it on her ass, way down into her buttcrack. I fingered her asshole, making sure everything was well lubricated, seeing that her beaver was off limits tonight. I put the vibrator against the back of my hand as I fingered her.

"Oooh!" she exclaimed. The beauty of her ass seized me, and I abandoned the vibrator, grabbed a cheek in each hand and massaged her buns, spreading them apart to expose her tightly puckered anus, which I began to probe with my tongue. I kissed and sucked and licked her butthole while she moaned with delight. She stuck her ass up in the air, inviting me to eat her pussy, which I was eager to do. Cursing the tampon in her hole, I struggled to reach her clit with my tongue. I lay on my back with my head under her crotch like a greasemonkey changing the oil on a car. I licked her with gusto, but I couldn't breath very well, so I had her roll over onto her back. I missed those soft tits of hers, so I kissed her briefly ("Ewww, pussy-face!"), then fondled and sucked her boobs while stroking her vulva with my fingers. Then my lips moved on to her pussy, leaving my cock within her reach. She stroked my dick as I sucked her cunt, spreading her lips and rubbing her clit with my fingers. Then I put the vibrator on my neck as I licked.

"Can you feel the vibration?" I asked.

"Not really," she said, so I put the vibrator on the back of my hand as I rubbed. "Ohhh," she moaned, squirming. I sucked and licked and rubbed while the vibrations tingled through my hand, and then she was cumming. "Oh, oh, oh!"

I lay back on my pillow, tossing the vibrator aside, but she immediately picked it up, approaching me with mischievous intent in her eyes. She grabbed my balls and placed the vibrator against the back of her hand. She adjusted her grip until it felt just right, buzzing my balls with the palm of her hand, my asshole with her middle finger, and the base of my cock with her thumb. She stroked the shaft with her other hand for a while, then she started to suck my dick. I watched her head bob up and down, my prick gliding in and out, her lips clinging to my shaft. She pulled it out and licked, then put it back in her mouth, sucking it way in, sliding slowly and deeply, then rapidly bobbing again. Suddenly the eruption began, and she barely got it out of her mouth before I was spewing globs of hot cum. She finished me off with her hand, squeezing the last drops out of my penis with her fingers. She handed me a towel, and as I wiped the cum off my stomach, I noticed that I was still hard, which at my age is a rarity.

"Roll over," I said, pushing her onto her stomach, "are you still wet?"

"What are you doing?" she said as I probed her butt with my fingers.

"I'm still hard," I said, finding her ass slick with lotion and juice from her wet pussy.

"Too bad you're plugged," I said, tugging on the string of her tampon.

"There's another hole down there that's not plugged," she said.

"Really?," I said, spreading the wetness of her pussy to her asshole. I mounted her, slipping my stiff prick into her slimy buttcrack. I humped her hard and fast, sliding around between her buns, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Faster and faster I pounded, getting stiffer all the time. Rock hard, I positioned the head against her anus, and applied rhythmic pressure. I held the base of my cock as I pushed it in. The insides of her asshole felt red hot on the tip of my prod. I gently slid in and out, trying not to cum right away. After a few dozen thrusts, I began to feel the orgasm well up from deep inside my balls, and I clung to her as I desperately sought release, long thrusts of my cock shaking the bed violently. I shuddered as I came, filling her ass with cream.

We lay back and held each other for a few moments before cleaning up.

"Happy anniversary!" she said. "Twice in a row! Not bad for an old man! You know, in a couple of days there won't be a tampon in your way."

"It's a date!"



Happy Anniversary



It was nice to be home. We set up the folding chairs out in the backyard around the fire pit. The hubby started ripping up the usual pound of old newspapers to start the fire going. I grabbed the marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers off the kitchen table inside. Outside, the frogs and crickets began their chirping.

"Honey, you remember that night when we first did this?" Owen said as he stacked the wood in the pit.

"Yeah, at Lucky Loggers Campground. It was the night that I kissed you." I sat down in the chair near him.

"You made yourself out to be so young and innocent. But you weren't. You were a naughty girl weren't you?" Owen was smiling. I could tell he was back in those first moments of love we shared that evening.

"Oh, yes. I loved it when you gave me back that tender, soft kiss in return." I picked up the sticks beside the chairs and put marshmallows on the ends.

"Yes, that was a real kiss, unlike the peck on my dimple you gave me."

"Hey! I was young and innocent, you know. You were the one that kept moving back behind me, trying to hide your rock hard erection. I felt it up against my spine the whole night. And you loved it when I put your hand up my shirt."

Owen had that lustful grin on his face. I could tell tonight was going to be a good night. He gave a low growl and made his way over to me. The fire was now crackling into the night air. I lifted my face as he leaned down, brushing his lips along my own. I reached up and grabbed his head, pressing my mouth into a deeper kiss with him. Our tongues swirled in an ancient dance we'd been practicing for years.

"So you wanna stay up 'till three in the morning, like we did that night?"

"Sure, but don't just kiss me this time, okay?"

"What do you want me to do?" Owen scanned with his cane, until he found the large log that we kept for special evenings like this. He sat down with his legs over each side of the log. Folding up his cane, he motioned for me to join him. I grabbed the two sticks and leaned them up against the log. I swung my leg over the wood and sat down. Owen wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. This is what love felt like.

The aroma of the fresh cut grass mixed with burning apple wood, was quite arousing for a country girl like me. Owen was kissing the back of my neck and sliding his hands up my shirt, feeling the heavy globes underneath. I wasn't wearing a bra tonight. Owen picked up the hem of my shirt, letting it rise over my head. The soft cotton fell to the ground beside us. 

I felt free as a wild bird. Owen let his fingers skim over my fire warmed skin. My nipples hardened as one last breeze blew by. I looked up at the night sky, seeing the same shining star as I did when I first kissed my lover. I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest. 

His fingers slipped below my waist into my shorts. His lips lifted off of my neck for a moment.

"I remember those silky pants you wore. The mosquitoes were bad that night. Yet I could feel the contours of your pussy so well, I could picture it in my mind."

"Mmm. I wonder what you did that night after we were so rudely interrupted."

"I thought about you."

"Yeah, I imagine while stroking your cock."

"Oh yeah, nice and slow. So I could savor the feeling. I was dreaming of you riding me that night."

"Come here." I turned around pulling him closer. Owen lifted each breast to his mouth and traced infinite patterns on each nipple. I pushed him down along the length of the log. I pulled his hard erection free of his shorts. Quickly I shed the rest of my clothing. Before he could say anything more, I was on top of him, his cock buried deep in my pussy.

Owen smiled at me, pulling me down along the lines of his nice, comfortable body. I let my fingers trail through the hair on his chest. It was just like that first night in the camper, when I snuck in at four in the morning. Everyone was still asleep. There was Owen wrapped up in a blanket, his back to me. I'm not sure if he heard me come in. I slipped underneath the covers behind him. I let my arm snake through his arm and his warm body. I curled around him. 

"Hey!" he whispered in the early dawn. He lifted his head turning it to make sure it was really me.

"Good Morning, Sweetie." My fingers traced the outline of his morning woody in his undershorts. With a low growl and some maneuvering, I found myself in the same position, with him buried deep in my cunt. It was so new. Yet, I knew this is what I had been born for. I had a talent for fucking and I was going to show Owen what a great wife I could be.

I rocked back and forth on him, just like the first time, reveling in the feeling of where our bodies met. There is a distinct euphoria that comes only with really great sex. Owen knew how to give me that and more. I felt him slide deep inside, hitting my cervix. His hands roamed over my body, touching my boobies, my back, and my bottom. He grabbed my head and pulled me down for another searing kiss. 

"Faster, baby!" His breaths were coming out hot and heavy. He had his hands on my hips moving me in so that my clit was hitting that spot.

"Oh!" I closed my eyes and held that long syllable, letting it rise out of my body into the night air. My orgasm overcame me in shuddering spasms that sent Owen over the edge too. I felt him thOwenbing deep in my womb. We kept rocking back and forth in a haphazard fashion, letting our orgasms roll over us in unison.

"I love you, Honey Bear." I whispered as the fire crackled beside us. He smiled at my special name for him. I snuggled into him, s'mores forgotten.

"I love you, too Honey Smudge. Happy Anniversary. There is a surprise waiting for you inside."

"Really? What is it?"

"Something you've been wanting a long time."

"It can wait. I got all I want here in my arms." I pulled him closer for a bear hug.

*** 

The End



Happy Anniversary - Amy's Story



I've written this sad story about the destruction of a family after a wife cheated and her husband became an "accepting cuckold" for a very short time. He was too weak and scared to confront his wife and her lover on their holiday. 

Although this story was inspired by a tale written by goo_62, it isn't a sequel. 

Please understand I enjoy writing in the narrative although there is dialog. Before I forget........there's very little sex.

I'd like to thank Glenda_Fiddich for so much valuable assistance and advice.

For Mike and his brother.

Happy Anniversary – Amy's Story

By Sid0604

I was stunned when James opened the door and walked in on Michael and me fucking. At first it seemed like Michael didn't realize James was there in the room with us as he was concentrating on pounding my pussy so hard but I was finally able to push him off me just as he was cuming deep in my cunt. 

In the months that followed I realized that he was so close to cuming in me that he was determined to do so no matter what happened. He must have suspected James would do nothing after he'd fucked me every day and night on our cruise. His cock was still squirting cum as it left my pussy when I sat up. 

At first I was speechless but then managed to say, "James, what are you doing here? I...I can explain everything." 

I felt stupid because that's all I said. The look on James's face told me I'd hurt him so badly.....so deeply and at the time I didn't comprehend the depth of his pain. 

All he said was "Don't bother coming home Amy. You can have your divorce; you win. You two can have each other for all I care; just like you did every day on the ship."

My mind was in turmoil as I thought, "How could the man I loved with all my heart for 15 years say that to me? Michael was just sex to me; well that was a lie. I loved him a little otherwise I wouldn't have let him fuck me again but it was nothing like how much I loved James. This was going to be the last time I was going to see Michael; he was fucking me as his birthday present to me; maybe flowers might have been more appropriate but after our affair on the cruise I couldn't resist his special present." 

When my mind cleared a little I realized he had said, "You can have your divorce; you win." 

What was he talking about? I'd never divorce him. He was just angry; that was all.

Then as James stormed out the door it hit me what else he said, "Just like you did every day on the ship." 

"Oh my god no! Oh shit! Please god no!"

He can't have known about us fucking on the cruise. We were so careful and he was back in our cabin sick the whole time. I always went back to our cabin to have sex with him after Michael was finished with me every night but he was always asleep and I didn't want to wake him up because he had been so sick.

I wanted to chase James into the car park to explain; I would have run out there naked to catch him. I wish I had; if I had caught up to him I could've told him I loved him, but Michael grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed and pushed his cock back into my cunt and started fucking me again. 

I struggled until Michael told me, "A few extra minutes won't hurt now will it? Beside if he has known this long and he knew we were fucking every day on the cruise then he couldn't be serious in what he said; in fact he probably got his jollies knowing what we did. He loved the thought of your fucking me then you going back to him every night. Amy, don't you get it? It turns him on! Some husbands are that and James must be one of them."

I wanted to believe him when he said that James hadn't been hurt by what I'd been doing and I soon forgot about him as Michael made me cum continuously for what seemed like hours. I was in heaven and lost track of time and I thought Michael had the stamina of a superman. When I had time later to think about my last time with Michael I suspected it was most probably just Viagra.

Next thing I knew James opened the door again; I wish we'd locked it. My four children came running in and the door slammed shut; James didn't come in this time. 

But why did he send our children in when he knew I was in bed with Michael? If he liked what I was doing with Michael why did he do that? Something wasn't right in what Michael had told me. 

My children stopped and stared at Michael and me as he kept fucking me. My kids had never seen James and me making love; but Michael had no shame. 

It was Laura, my oldest who brought me back to earth just as I started to cum when she screamed, "Mummy! You're disgusting! You're nothing but a common street whore. No wonder Daddy was upset and crying!" 

I felt cheap as Laura described me when Michael finished cuming in me; he wouldn't stop thrusting into me and I couldn't push him off me this time. When he was ready he just rolled off me leaving my pussy gaping with his cum running out. 

My children were now crying and with Michael off me I could now see them staring at me; at my nakedness. 

I didn't know what to say to them; I was so humiliated and disgusted in myself. I covered my mouth and raised my arm to them but they just stood there. Then I realized I was naked and covered in cum.

In my complete and total shame I covered myself with the cum covered sheet we'd been fucking on as Laura ushered the other three outside.

I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to quickly shower and clean up and as I showered I remembered everything James had said when he walked in on us fucking earlier and I knew I had to find him and tell him that he was the only man I loved. 

I said goodbye to Michael and I felt even cheaper when he laughed as I grabbed my suitcase James had thrown into the room. I left knowing what I had done was so wrong; I felt so used.

The door slamming shut behind me was so symbolic; I just didn't realize how much at the time. I stood there looking around the car park hoping James was somehow still there, waiting for me. Tears came to my eyes when I finally grasped the fact that he was nowhere to be seen; he was gone. 

I could hear my children in the car crying as they waited for me to take them home but in my shame I couldn't look at them knowing what they had seen me doing with Michael. 

My memory of the look of horror on their faces and their hatred for me in their eyes was burned into my mind. When I shut my eyes the recollection of their reaction and James's words kept repeating in my head and made me shake in fear for what was coming.

I was brought back to earth by Laura screaming out to me, "We hate it here and we hate you! We want to go home!"

I was shaking uncontrollably as the reality of what I had done to my family set in. I put the suitcase in the back of the car then it took me a couple of goes to start the engine before we sped off for home. 

My children were all still crying and were refusing to talk to me; I sensed that even the youngest knew what a cheap whore I was. I wanted to explain my actions if that was possible and tried talking to them the whole time but they refused to answer me or even acknowledge I spoke.

They refused to talk and my mind drifted back to what had happened to cause the apparent destruction of my marriage.

We had finally saved up enough for our dream cruise. It seemed like every time we'd been close to affording it previously something came up; some expense we hadn't planned on. If it wasn't that it was one of the kids getting so sick we couldn't leave them with anyone. Finally our opportunity arrived and we were able to go on our South Pacific cruise. 

Things didn't go as I planned. James was sick every day and night from the moment we left port and stayed in our cabin until the morning we disembarked. I'd dreamed for years that I would dance the night away every day and still wanted to dance so went by myself. That was something I truly regretted now.

I had plenty of offers to dance with the strange men around me and then I met the nicest man; it was so romantic and I soon found myself out on deck with him. We walked in the moonlight around the decks as we held each other closely then he kissed me and I forgot about my sick husband waiting for me in our cabin; we ended up in his bed together. 

Maybe I could have blamed the alcohol or the magical atmosphere but at the end of the day I still cheated. James was sick the whole time so I spent every moment I could with my lover. I told myself it was only a holiday thing and I would make it all up to James when we got back home; except it didn't happen. 

I loved James so much but I still hated his touching me. We hadn't had sex since he got me pregnant with the twins; I wouldn't let him even hold my hand. My feelings of guilt only made it so much worse for me and when I found myself wanting some loving I would freeze up and push him away from my fears of having more babies.

When we got home I tried to make love to him every night but my guilt from straying made me so sick I would end up vomiting before bed. James missed out again. 

He never seemed the same after we arrived home; there was a sadness in his eyes I'd never seen before. His moods changed quickly and the placid husband I had before the cruise was gone; there was definitely something on his mind eating away at him. Deep down I wondered if he somehow knew I'd cheated and was having trouble dealing with it. 

What James had said to me in the motel confirmed that he knew of my illicit affair on the boat. Why didn't James stop me if he knew what I was doing?

It felt so good to make love to Michael after so many years going without sex but why couldn't I make love to the man who meant so much to me? 

The afternoon with Michael had been a total surprise and until James came in I had enjoyed the excitement and the raw sex again. 

I'd been at home when my cell phone rang; it was Michael, "Amy, I'm in town on business for the day and I want to visit to give you a special present for your birthday." 

I refused his wanting to come to our home in case the neighbours became suspicious and told James. 

Maybe I wondered if something would happen; or maybe I wanted something to happen; more likely the latter. As much as I loved James, I missed Michael's cock and his pounding me relentlessly. 

I replied, "I'll meet you at your motel in 30 minutes. I can't stay long. We usually have a special dinner on my birthday," and I left to seal my fate.

Michael was waiting for me when I arrived; he was naked and his cock was already hard. My mind was screaming for me to stop but my lust had taken over and I stripped off and Michael did whatever he wanted with me; for the moment I was his to fuck and I forgot James again.

I had no idea how James knew I was there with Michael. My god I'd messed up my life; I prayed it wouldn't cost me my marriage. I recalled that one day on the boat Michael and I had just come on deck after fucking like rabbits in his suite and for some reason had discussed marriage and divorce.

I remembered we'd just been fooling around and I had said something silly like, "Just think, if we both got divorced we could live together and fuck like we've been doing every day." 

He'd told me how nice that would be but we both knew we didn't mean it. Both of knew it was just a cruise romance and we'd never see each other again. There were so many people around us but we knew none of them so I didn't care if they heard or not; I'm sure some of them did. I had actually felt quite wicked knowing they heard we were lovers and were making love every day.

The journey home seemed to take so long and when we arrived home I rushed inside to find my husband; the man I needed to hold. I ran to the bedroom and heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that all of James' clothes and toiletries were still there so I knew he hadn't left me. I still had a chance to save my marriage.

I fed the children and they had their baths then finished their homework before going to bed. They all refused to kiss me good night and kept crying and calling for their father; I kept telling them he'd be home soon. 

Our special dinner warming in the oven was ruined while I waited in the lounge room for James as the night grew later and later. I desperately needed to tell him how much I really loved him and how much he meant to me. It must have been years since I'd told him that. I tried his cell phone every few minutes since I arrived home but it was switched off all the time. 

William, one of my twins woke me in the morning so I could make his school lunch as he ate his breakfast; his stomach was like an alarm clock. I'd fallen asleep waiting for James to come home. 

I'd had nightmares about James all night; it was like he was there with me but he looked so pale; so haunting. The sadness in his sunken eyes and the look of sorrow on his face had scared me. All I wanted to do was to reach out to touch him but my hand went right through him. I became desperate and tried to hold him and he just kept slipping through my arms like I'd lost him forever. 

I rushed to our bedroom and everything was as I had left it the night before; James wasn't in our bed and now I was seriously worried about him. In all our 15 years the only time we had spent apart was when I was having our children. 

Laura just glared at me if I went near her but I finally got all the kids in the car and to school then returned home to wait for James but he didn't show up. I needed to talk with him; to explain Michael meant nothing to me and I loved him more than anything else in the world; that my life was meaningless without him.

I decided to phone his work and they told me he'd had Thursday off to surprise me for my birthday; they asked if we'd a good time. He had surprised me all right. Before I could ask if I could speak with him they asked me if he was sick as he wasn't at work. I was shocked as he never missed a day at work in his life and I lied and said he'd been ill all night and I'd get him to phone when he came home from the doctors. They asked why I called and I told them he had asked that I phone them to say he was going to the doctors and I'd forgotten to phone earlier.

I rang my parents, his family and everyone we knew to see if they'd seen him last night and I told them we'd had a small disagreement over nothing and he didn't come home; I was so worried about him. No one had seen or heard from him but they promised they'd get him to phone me when they did. 

Our closest friends confided in me that James had organised a belated birthday party for me combined with an Anniversary party for us on Saturday and had invited everyone we knew so I realized I'd see him by then and he was probably just staying away to clear his head after seeing me fucking Michael. 

I convinced myself Michael must have been right that James enjoyed watching me have sex with him, but I still needed him and wanted to hold him. All day I had a terrible feeling of complete loss; it was a total emptiness I'd never felt before. If Friday was the longest day of my life, Friday night was worse as I tried waiting up for him again.

As I had wandered around the house without purpose on Friday while I waited for James to come home or at least telephone me, I found everything for our party stored neatly in the shelves and in the refrigerators in the garage; he'd forgotten nothing. He'd even remembered his favourite diet sarsaparilla; I knew then he'd be home soon; I couldn't wait. I finally wanted to make love to him again after so many years.

I had everything ready for the party as all of our friends arrived with their children on Saturday. My own children finally immerged from their rooms and left the house to play with the young visitors; but still without saying a word to me. 

I overheard my nosey sister asking my youngest two if James had been home yet. 

The twins answered together like they usually did, "Daddy came to see us the last two nights while mummy was asleep. He told us he would always be there to keep an eye on us and make sure we were ok."

My sister just said, "That's good. Does your mummy know?"

They just shook their heads then she walked away to join the other adults. 

"James must've been home each night to see their kids but something must be seriously wrong; maybe he's moved out. It must be bad. Maybe he'll tell us when he gets here."

I heard what she said; what a bitch!

I was getting worried about James again but was also somewhat angry he hadn't shown up for my party he'd organised. I still wanted to hold him so badly now and tell him how much I missed him and that I really did love him. I wanted to make it up to him somehow; all of it; I wanted him to make love to me. 

I thought back to how I had denied him for the past six years and then cuckolding him on the cruise; I had so much to make up for even if what Michael had said was true.

I was busy with some guests when the doorbell rang and my dad went to answer it. He didn't come back so a few minutes later my mother went to get him thinking he had probably fallen asleep on the lounge like he usually did; she didn't return either so I went to get them thinking they were probably having a little tiff again. 

I walked in to see my parents both sitting on the lounge crying with two policemen standing next to them taking. They all looked up at me when they saw me come into the room and one of the police suggested to my mother that she make some tea or coffee.

As I approached them one of them looked at a photo in his hand. It looked about the same size as the one of me that James kept in his wallet.

The policeman asked, "Are you Amy Marshall?" 

I heart was in my mouth as I responded, "Yes I am. Is James hurt? Is he alright? Please tell me." 

My mother burst into tears as she went into the kitchen and I heard the kettle switched on. My father stood up and put his arm around my shoulders and sat me down on the lounge as he sat next to me.

The policeman continued, "Mrs Marshall, we're so sorry but we have to inform you that your husband is dead." 

I sat stunned unable to breathe as I saw my friends and family gathering at archway into the kitchen on one side and the door to the family room on the other. They were silently spilling through the doorways, all looking shocked and were holding their spouses tightly; no one was talking. They were all biting their lips or their mouths were open; there wasn't a sound apart from the sobs of family and friends starting to cry.

He resumed, "He left a note for us and a very private letter for you. We opened your letter; I hope you understand we had to read it. It's very personal and he gives you the reasons for what he has done. It looks like he took he own life late on Thursday afternoon. His vehicle was well concealed and it wasn't seen until a few hours ago by some bike riders and he was discovered then. It was too late for him; I'm so sorry. Could we get a member of your family or a close friend to follow us to the morgue to identify his body please? Or if you feel up to it......it's really only a formality now." 

I saw his brother step forward and say, "I'm his brother; I'll do it. Our parents are dead and I'm the oldest; it's the least I can do for him." 

The policeman looked to me as if asking if it was acceptable to me. I couldn't bear to see James lying dead on a cold slab even though our bed must have seemed like it to him most nights for so long; I knew instantly I wanted to remember him alive, so I nodded slowly.

Then everything seemed to slow down and went black as I felt myself leaning forward and falling to the floor.

I woke some time later in my bed hoping it had all been a nightmare; my parents were in my bedroom sitting next to me on a couple of chairs. 

I remembered the words the policeman said as he told me, "James was dead." 




Happy Anniversary - Amy's Story



I argued quietly to myself, "He couldn't have died on Thursday afternoon; the boys said he visited them on Thursday and Friday nights." 

I looked to my father and saw he was holding the letter James had written to me; it was supposed to be private but he'd obviously read it; he was shaking his head as he looked at me and he was crying. I'd never seen my dad crying before.

I sat up quickly and exclaimed, "The children! Where are my children?" 

My mother answered as she handed me a cup of hot tea, "They're with your brother. They're all understandably very upset and so angry with you. We didn't realise until it was too late that all the kids had walked into the house as the police were telling you about James. They'd seen their car outside and came in to see what was happening. 

Amy, they're blaming you for James' death and are refusing to stay in the house or be anywhere near you. They even packed their bags before they left with your brother; they said they're never coming back to you.

You have to understand that we couldn't stop them; they told everyone at the party what they saw you doing on Thursday afternoon with your lover. You've no idea how much we hoped they were making it up but then we read James's letter and it confirmed everything they said. 

Amy, how could you? The letter said that you'd totally destroyed him when you cuckolded him every night on your cruise. He heard you were going to divorce him to live with your lover and take the children from him."

I was crying again; I couldn't help it as I thought, "No one was ever supposed to know anything about Michael and me. Now my life's destroyed. My god, where did James get the idea I wanted to divorce him; I'd never do that. I was finished with Michael; I only wanted my husband." 

I could tell even now that my parents refused to forgive me. 

She continued, "You've absolutely no idea how ashamed I am to be your mother; you did such a terrible thing to someone who worshipped the ground you walked on. James loved you more than anything else in the world and you completely crushed him. Amy, you destroyed someone who loved you. 

I'm sorry Amy, but you killed him as sure as stick a knife through his heart. Actually, a knife through his heart might have been more humane as it would have been quicker than dying slowly over a few weeks knowing of your adultery." 

I wanted my mother to forgive me like a priest would give absolution but she didn't stop berating me. I looked to my father for help but he couldn't see me; his head was now in his hands as he continued to cry for the man I'd destroyed or was he crying because I had caused the tragedy that had unfolded around me? 

My mother should've been there for me in my time of sorrow but she wasn't. She was in the room with me but there were no words of support.

She gave one last salvo, "You, Amy, are directly responsible for James taking his own life and you're also responsible for your children hating you now. I can't begin to think what your friends will say when they hear you were at home partying on as you celebrated your birthday and your wedding anniversary when your husband lay dead in a park because he was too ashamed of your cheating. Some loving wife you are! Did you cheat on your wedding night too?"

James had hurt me so much by killing himself; I thought I was devoted to him and I called out, "But I love him. Why did he kill himself? I never wanted to hurt him; he wasn't supposed to find out. How did he know?"

I reached over and pulled my letter from my father's hands as my mother's words kept ringing in my ears. As I read his letter my tears kept flowing.

My Dearest Amy

Please don't forget me and that I loved you with all my heart and soul. I loved you more than life itself and I can't believe that my love wasn't enough for you. Words will never express how hurt I was to discover you no longer loved me Amy. These past few years have been terribly difficult as you drifted away from me. Before that I honestly believed we had a perfect life together. Amy, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Without you I'm nothing and cannot face another day without your love. 

I couldn't bear to face my neighbours, family and friends with them all knowing you had willingly cuckolded me like you have. Worse still, is that I allowed myself to become an accepting cuckold every night on the cruise and I can't live with myself for letting that happen. Why would you hurt me like that? I'd pledged my eternal love for you and I'll be thinking of you and the love we once had together as I take my final breath in a short time. Amy I still love you so much; I always have since we first met all those wonderful years ago and I'll continue loving you for the rest of time if that's possible. I want you so much but you keep pushing me away. I can't believe you now hate me so much.

Do you remember before our cruise when I told you how I couldn't live without you? I can't live without your love so when I heard you tell him you'd divorce me so you could be with him, there would be no point in my existence. I have received advice that if you divorced me I would lose the children as well. Living without you and my darling children would mean a very slow painful death for me and you've left me the only option available. I pray that you'll be very happy with Michael and the children learn to love him in time. Please remind the children of me every so often and tell them I loved them so much. Tell your parents I loved them like they were my own and I would've missed them as well.

It's too late to wish we'd never gone on the cruise; in any case you had looked forward to it so much. Even though I knew I would be sea sick, I wanted to make it a special time for us and re-ignite our love for each other after the difficult time we've had for the past six years when you've refused me. I was destroyed when I discovered you went willing to Michael and you started having the affair from the very first night on the cruise. One night was bad enough but you willing went back to him every day and night, including our night, our anniversary. 

Amy, I really hoped letting your affair happen would solve your problems and you would love me again. So I did nothing to stop you and I prayed I could eventually get over the unbelievable pain and hurt you caused me and that I could soon forgive you. I wanted to believe your affair would have been just a romantic cruise thing and once home our lives would return to normal but they didn't. After you fucked him you still treated me like a leper when we came home and refused me even the most basic of marital pleasures. When you made love to him again this afternoon it became obvious you no longer felt anything for me. 

Please understand I couldn't confront you on the cruise in case it drove you further away from me. I waited for you to leave him this afternoon after I disturbed you and come home with me but you didn't leave him. Before I left I stood next to the door and it was obvious from the noise who you loved. You have no idea of my pain and humiliation I felt knowing you were with him giving him the love that should've been mine.

Amy, I thought I was stronger but you have finally succeeded in totally destroying me through your actions. They only confirmed my worst fears that you no longer wanted me in your life.

I wanted to stop you meeting with him during the cruise but even when you were with me in the cabin it was obvious your mind was with him. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you would continue it after we came home. I'd hoped you'd quickly forget him but finding you and Michael together making love in that motel made me finally realize you'd made your choice and I'd lost you forever. I can't live without you Amy and I realize there's no longer a place in your heart for me.

I have no future; no life worth living without you. My life is finished now that I've lost you forever and I cannot keep going on living knowing that you love someone else now. You've taken away my reason for living.

I will love you forever.

Your loving husband 

James.

My tears were streaming down my face as I called out, "But James, I don't love anyone else. I'm so sorry. You were sick and it was so romantic on the cruise. I never thought you'd find out. James, please come back to me!" 

But of course he couldn't. 

Turning to my father I held out my hand wanting his reassurance I still had his love. He looked at me for a moment then shook his head slowly and with his head held low he slowly walked away from me and out of the room. 

Now that I was awake, my mother told me, "We have to pick up the kids from your brother's place and take them home with us; Amy, they have refused to stay here any longer. In any case your father's taken James's death really hard and is shocked at your betrayal. He's very uncomfortable about the whole situation and wants to go home as soon as possible."

A few minutes later I watched my parents drive off to pick up my children. My house was empty with only the sound heard being that of a mantle clock ticking. As I walked around the house aimlessly the full realization of what I had done to my husband and family hit me. 

I was alone in my misery and had no one to talk to; no one to share my love with or my grief. Even my parents and children had left me. I had always shared a special bond with my father and now that seemed severed as well. All of our friends had gone as well. 



As I crumpled to the floor I cried out again, "No James! No! It was only you I loved. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you knew! I didn't realise I was hurting you not being with you. Oh God! I didn't think you'd know. I didn't want you to find out!"

The funeral was held the following Friday. James had a lovely service at our church then he was buried next to his parents. I never realized he was so popular and there was standing room only in the church; there were even people standing outside the door as well. 

By then, everyone must have known what I'd done to him as the minister and my mother were the only ones who spoke to me before and after the service and at the gravesite; they all came to farewell James but not to share their sorrow at his death with me. 

It was most telling when my children sat with my parents in a separate pew away from me. No one sat with me; not even my own brothers and sisters. None of the mourners spoke to me; they avoided me like I had the plague. They all just looked at me; I knew they were staring and whispering to each other about how I had betrayed and killed the man who loved me. 

After the service they only spoke to my parents and children as well as James' siblings; not even my own father and children would speak with me.

I thought to myself, "I'm alone; my family and friends have left me. No one cares that I miss him too. Don't they know I'm hurting and grieving as well? God, what have I done?" 

When it all was finished they all wandered away in the safety of their groups and left me standing alone at the gravesite crying as I tried to understand why James would've killed himself; how could he have thought I would divorce and leave him. 

No one tried to console me; there was no one there with me; no one there for me. Even the priest looked pleased when he was waylaid and distracted and found reason to talk with someone as he quietly slipped away so he didn't have to speak with me again. 

My mother had mumbled something about having to get the kids home. They weren't telling the whole truth as I knew they were holding a wake for James at their house; I'd overheard his two brothers talking as I stood by myself, crying; no one had told me about it and I wasn't invited.

The sun was setting and I was still crying and sitting as close as I could to James's coffin when some staff came over to tell me it was closing time. They said I had to leave so they could lock up. They helped me to my feet and asked if anyone was with me as they looked around for someone to take care of me. 

I started to sob uncontrollably at that, then one of the workers realised I was alone and escorted me to my car. 

As I slowly walked away I saw their front end loader pour dirt onto James's coffin to fill his grave; every bucket full poured onto James seemed to push him further from me. 

I sat in my car watching the mound of earth above James until it was too dark to see and then I sat just looking out into the darkness; my darkness; my future without him. 

I woke next morning still sitting in my car in the car park at the cemetery. Obviously no one had missed me. 

Lonely days turned to lonelier weeks so I decided to email Michael; we had not communicated since my birthday.

I told him, "James killed himself after he caught us cheating and now I'm by myself and very lonely." 

His answer shocked me when he said, "It was you who cheated, not me. As far as I'm concerned you were there with his permission and he got his jollies knowing what I was doing to you. When you left every night I thought you were taking our cream pies back to him. If you didn't have his permission, then it's you who destroyed your marriage and killed your husband. I've got an open marriage and my wife and I both play around a bit. 

I'm not interested that James has killed himself or that you're by yourself and alone now. Really, we had nothing in common except the cruise and the sex and to be honest it wasn't even great sex. Anyway I've got three children already and I certainly don't want to be saddled with four more or you for that matter."

I remembered he'd told me he loved me when we were walking arm in arm around the top deck in the moonlight; and now this. 

I now knew he had stolen my love that should have rightly been James' on the cruise and worse still on our wedding anniversary and my birthday as well. I'd been a complete and total fool as well I'd betrayed the man I loved and who had loved me unconditionally for so long until he could take no more; even in death he loved me. 

I'd realized my stupidity far too late; my life was destroyed and the man I loved was dead; gone from my life and I was so lonely without him. I was suddenly angry at James for not being there and protecting me. He should have stopped me; it was his fault.

Although I spoke to my mother most days on the phone, it was over a month later before they brought my children around for a visit; really to pick up some more of their clothes as the season changed. 

My father still refused to hold a conversation with me and at best only tolerated my being in the same room with him. How could he treat me like that?

I had let myself go and I hadn't done any housework since the funeral and I found no reason to shower every day; actually not at all. None of our old friends called in to see me or even phoned; they had abandoned me after what I had done to the best husband a wife could ever have. 

Cooking wasn't really a problem as I was never hungry anymore and I hardly slept in our bed so I never bothered to change the sheets. When I did sleep there I could smell James on his pillow ..... I cried every time. 

I really did try to clean up the house after my parents phoned to say they were on their way but it ended up they all stayed overnight and cleaned up the house for me; my father visited the 24 hour supermarket to re-stock my pantry and freezer as there was no food in the house; only some stale biscuits I had been eating when I felt like it. 

It was so nice to have my children around me again but a few times I yelled at them for silly things they did; after that they refused to talk with me again. 

The next day while my father drove my children to school my mother drove me to our family doctor.

I'd lost some weight but I knew there was nothing wrong with me; my mother insisted. We waited for a bit as we didn't have an appointment but he saw us as soon as he could. We talked about James' death and about my marriage before the cruise and what I had done on the cruise and since. 

I was honest with him as my mother looked on in complete shock; she thought she knew it all already; she was wrong. I told him everything thinking I could convince him there was nothing wrong with me. I had no idea why my mother would think there was. 

He asked to see James' letter; I didn't bring it and I certainly didn't know my mother had a copy. We discussed my loss of weight and if I had been looking after myself.

The doctor told me, "I was really saddened to hear James took his life. He never exhibited any signs of suffering from depression. It all must have got on top of him and it's so sad he felt the need to do what he did; he was such a wonderful man. I'm sure he wasn't suffering from depression; what he was suffering from was the result of living long-term with someone who was and also untreated.

There are always counsellors and organisations in our communities who are willing to help if ever anyone reaches the stage where they consider taking their own life. 

I don't think it will matter now if I tell you. James came in to see me some months before your cruise to discuss your changed behaviour and moods. I wish I'd had taken more time to help James wrestle with his problem instead of just discussing yours. I hadn't realized how badly your problem had affected him. We both had hoped the cruise would help you. He said you didn't know he was seriously allergic to seasickness medication. Amy, he knew he was going to feel unwell the whole time he was on the boat but went to be with you because he loved you."

He told us he believed I was suffering from depression and it was the cause of our marriage problems long before our cruise and why I didn't let James touch me for six years even though I knew I loved him so much. He went on to say he believed it was the cause of my behaviour on the cruise and since. 

He wrote a prescription for some medication and found some bottles of samples for me and opened them and gave me two to take. He told me I would feel a bit sick for the first few days then I would be like the old me from years ago. 

He was right; I did feel sick for the next few days as I started taking his tablets but then I realised that I wasn't the one who was sick and stopped taking them. 

Then I thought, "How could he even begin to think I had depression. It must have been James who was sick because he took his own life."

It took months before I could convince my children to come home to live with me again, but there was no longer any fun or laughter in our house. God knows I tried to make it up to them but my moods swung so quickly; I blamed them for anything and everything. I was sure the neighbours were sick of my screaming at my kids all the time.

I had to work now for the first time since I married James to supplement my income and the only work I could find was packing bagged chickens into boxes at the local chicken abattoir. 

It'd been nearly ten months and our anniversary as well as my birthday was fast approaching. I was very lonely as I still missed James so much. 

I found James' 35ml SLR digital camera in his wardrobe and checked to see if any family photos were on it that I could download. There were some great photos of the kids but then I saw photos of Michael and me taken on the cruise; but how?

We were kissing and hugging and holding hands like we were newlyweds. There must have been hundreds of photos but then I started seeing photos of us making love in all sorts of positions and me doing things to Michael I had always refused to do for James. 

I was stunned and wondered how James had taken the photos; I thought he had been in bed all the time sick. It was easy to see he was really sick but now it seemed he hadn't stayed in bed all the time.




Happy Anniversary - Amy's Story



Why didn't he stop me if he knew what we were doing; I felt dirty and so ashamed. Even though I knew it off by heart now I read his letter again he'd left for me and realized he hadn't stopped me as he was too afraid of losing me; but I'd lost him in the end; it wasn't fair.

None of our friends even phoned and I hadn't been invited to any parties since James' death; I wondered if the wives were worried I would chase after their husbands now. Whenever I phoned them the phone would ring out or if they did pick up they always told me they were on their way out and promised to phone me back; no one ever did. 

I even tried to organise a party but no one showed up except my parents; even my kids went over to the neighbours. 

Finally I was desperate just for company and someone to talk to; someone to hold, so went on a singles web site to look. I met John; he seemed nice but he came on a bit strong. 

We dated a few times over the next fortnight and then he became very possessive and would spend hours parked outside my house to convince himself I wasn't seeing other men. 

Initially, I thought, "He must have heard why James killed himself." 

I didn't worry about him but there was something wrong with the way he looked at Laura who'd just turned 14 years. 

He had a different agenda to mine and wanted sex but I couldn't bring myself to get that involved with another man yet; I only wanted to be close to someone. 

One day after much soul searching I phoned him and told him it was off and I didn't want to see him again. I let my kids know I'd told John never to come back and they seemed happier he was gone from our lives. 

It was a week later and I arrived home late from work after some badly needed overtime, hoping the girls had started cooking dinner for us. As soon as I entered the house, I heard Laura screaming out and calling to her father to help her. 

I raced to her room and found John on top of Laura, she was naked and he was about to rape her. She saw me and pleaded for my help as he hit her to stop her kicking and fighting back. 

I tried to push him off her, and when that failed I punched his arm; he just laughed at me. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed James' favourite cast iron frying pan and went straight back to her room.

John realised I had returned and between breaths as he kept hitting Laura he panted, "You're next. This is your doing because you refused me. Now I'll have both of you. This little cock teasing bitch is first! Then the both of you'll be mine and begging me to fuck you. I've got my gear in the car and I'm moving in." 

Then he focused back on Laura. 

I stepped beside him and couldn't help but see his hard cock so close to my daughter. He was so close to succeeding and wasn't about to stop; he knew he was close to success. I lifted the heavy frying pan and swung it forcefully onto the back of his head. 

The hit jolted him and Laura screamed; his head rolled back and his eyes opened wide. 

I swung the pan again with all my might and hit him in the same place again; he fell forward this time and landed heavily on top of Laura. She was screaming as her face and chest was covered in his blood from the gaping wound on his head; I pushed him off her and helped her up. 

There was blood running from her nose and mouth from his punches; her face was badly beaten and her own blood was mixing with his and running down her face and neck onto her chest. She was only a teenager; how could he do this to her?

I ran to the kitchen and called the emergency number requesting the police and ambulance and I told them my daughter had been attacked and her assailant was still in the house and my other children were missing. 

Laura had followed me into the kitchen and was screaming at me, "It's all your fault! You're the whore who killed my father and then brought that bastard into our house! I hate you and wished it was you who was dead! You can rot in Hell. You're not our mother anymore; you're just a whore in her body."

I could not believe my daughter hated me so much. After she finished screaming at me, I frantically searched the house and found the other three children bound and gagged in a built-in wardrobe in another bedroom; I was still releasing them when I heard sirens coming from every direction. The police rushed into the house with their guns drawn and they untied the twins.

My daughter didn't even try to hide her nakedness as she led them to her would be rapist lying still in his own blood on her bed. In my panic I had forgotten all about him. They checked for a pulse and told us he was dead. Now I'd killed two men; one deserved it; one didn't.

I heard Laura berating me to the police as they tried to get her to put some clothes on; the ambulance was on still its way. 

She ended up half crying and half screaming at them, "My mother caused all this to happen; she's a whore. She killed our father then brought that man into our house and he tried to rape me. He told me my little sister was next then my two brothers if I didn't co-operate; he kept beating me.

I hope she burns in hell for totally destroying our lives. I hate her so much and I wish she was dead. I'll never ever forgive her! EVER!"

The police organised for my neighbours to look after my other three children until my parents could get there to pick them up as we rushed Laura to hospital. Tests were made and samples were taken as well as questions asked and statements taken. 

It was then I discovered Laura had been sexually active since she had seen me fucking Michael; she made no secret about it when she was interviewed and even told how my parents had caught her fucking some boys from school one afternoon in her bedroom and put her on the pill; they could stop her promiscuity and she was still sexually active.

My brief affair was having ramifications I could never have dreamed of. When they were finished with us they drove us to my parent's home as my house was still full of forensic police for a few more hours. 

Next morning, my mother said she would drive me home as my presence was upsetting my children and my father. I was distraught realizing he still couldn't forgive me for cuckolding my husband and ultimately being responsible for his death; at least my mother was still taking to me; be it barely. 

My children led by Laura were very vocal in their total refusal to come home with me and they demanded to stay with my parents forever. They all blamed me now for what had happened to their father as well as what happened to Laura and refused to stay with me or even talk with me again. There was no love in their eyes for me now; no hugs and no kisses good-bye; there was nothing for me and I had no one. 

Even my parents and siblings disowned me. I was living a nightmare; a real living hell.

Weeks went past and my children refused to live with me now so I formalized my parents fostering the four of them and arranged for my family payments to be paid to them from now on. All of their toys and clothes had gradually been taken to my parents anyway. 

I could do little else as they all refused to accept me as their mother any longer; they wouldn't even acknowledge I was alive and Laura's words telling me she wished I was dead kept ringing in my head. I had screwed up everyone's lives. 

I thought about my dream last night again. It was so real; it was the same every night lately. I had woken in a sweat each time and yet I knew they had only been dreams. 

James had come into our room while I was asleep and I woke with him sucking and rubbing my clit like he used to. After I came he moved up my body and sucked on my nipples as I felt his hard cock positioned at the entrance to my pussy. It felt like heaven when I felt the wetness from his pre-cum as his knob rubbed against my sex teasing me. 

From experience, I knew what was coming as he moved higher and kissed me passionately as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. As we kissed I opened my legs wide so that my pussy lips gaped; his cock opened my pussy lips further as it pushed its way deep into me then we moved together like a well-oiled machine. I came as I tightened my pussy muscles to heighten our pleasure. He kept sliding in and out of my pussy so gently until I orgasmed again and again, then he sped up and deposited his cum in me when he orgasmed as well. He fucked me just the way I loved it as I continued to orgasm. 

I woke with a start thinking James had really made love to me and the past 12 months had all been a nightmare. I turned to where he should've been lying; next to me but he wasn't there; there was just an empty space beside me.

I ran to the bathroom in case he was there; he wasn't. Then I raced through the house like a madman calling his name as I searched every room for him. It all was coming back to me now; the man I had loved for such a long time was no longer with me; he was dead and I was the cause.

Slowly I dragged myself back to my empty, lonely bed and as I lay down I held his pillow to my face to smell his scent. I wanted to join him; I needed to be with him.

Thinking about it, I couldn't believe I had been unfaithful to James; he was such a better lover when I let him; so passionate and so gentle and caring; why had I refused him for so long. Why did I find excitement with another man and hurt James so much? I missed him so much and kept looking for him every time I entered any room in the house. I still cried every day for James and I cried for my complete and total loneliness.

My home was only an empty shell now; it was just a house. My parents told me I should sell it and get a small apartment but it was my last link to James; I had memories of him in every room. I could still hear him calling the kids in from outside at meal times or celebrating in front of the television when his football team won. 

Frequently I found myself talking to him or making two cups of coffee instead of one; I was sure in my heart he answered sometimes. At times I could even feel him near me; watching.

Oh god, I missed him so much.

Our anniversary was close as I completed my research on the internet. My parents were right and my house should be sold. I decided it was time to move on so went to my lawyer to discuss selling the house when I was gone and gave them my power of attorney in case it was needed. While I was there I updated my will.

Then I visited James' grave like I did most days now and sat next to him and cried for hours telling him my plans and that I loved him so much. I pleaded for him to forgive me like I did every day. Before I left the graveyard the sexton came down to see me to tell me they'd maintain the grave sites as I requested as I wouldn't be able to do it any longer. 

I went home and wrote a letter to my parents thanking them for looking after my children and left details of my lawyer who held the deed to the house and my will. Then I wrote each of my children a letter telling them how much I loved them and deeply regreted hurting everyone like I did, I would miss each of them so much but I had to be elsewhere; my life was empty and there was no longer a future for me here. I then put the envelopes on the kitchen table where they'd be easily found; each letter was labelled with their names and a photo of us as a complete family was attached to it.

My eyes opened slowly, I was praying he was beside me; he wasn't. It was our anniversary. I got out of bed and searched the house just in case; even the mantle clock had stopped ticking. I returned to my room and made the bed for the first time in months then I searched my ageing wardrobe. 

I wanted to look my best so chose two outfits James had loved and laid them both out on the bed along with two sets of the sexiest underwear James had bought me to take on our cruise; I remembered I had never worn them for him. One outfit was to wear now and the other was for later; I thought I'd look rather nice in it. After that I went for a long shower. 

With the hot water streaming down onto my chest I closed my eyes and could feel James's hands my on breasts and he excited my nipples by circling them lightly with his fingers; then I spoilt it by opening my eyes and he was gone again. I turned the shower off, dried myself and then dressed in the outfit James liked best then returned to the kitchen. 

A short open letter I wrote was left on the table explaining where I could be found in case they were looking for me as I didn't want anyone to worry about me and listing me as a missing person; that would be a waste of everyone's time. 

In any case, I was sure no-one would wonder where I was for a week or more anyway; not even my parents and definitely not my children. In fact, no one worried about me anymore; no phone calls and no visits, not even from my neighbours or old friends.

Tears filled my eyes as I tried phoning my children to hear their voices again before I left them. I was glad their phone was engaged as hearing them might've made me change my mind. I walked through my house one last time soaking in the memories that came flooding back to me; each room was so special. I could hear all their laughter and remembered all the good times we'd had as a loving family during all those years.

Then I collected what I needed and hopped into James' car that I'd kept parked in the garage since it was returned to me by the police, and I left for his favourite park one last time. 

I cried as I drove to the place I felt so familiar with now after having visited it so many times in the past twelve months. I would come here every chance I could just to sit quietly with my treasured memories and cry. I knew where I had to park his car; just where he had. I'd practised what I had to do. 

Our favourite CD was playing and I listened to the songs we loved the most and used to sing along with together a very long time ago when times were better for us. 

All the time I kept thinking of James and hoping he'd be waiting there for me so I could spend eternity with him. If he wasn't, it would be a long time in Hell for me. If that was the price I'd have to pay for my infidelity and what I'd done to him, then so be it.

As I drifted off to sleep to the vibration and gentle noise of the motor I heard James start singing along with the song he loved the best that happened to be playing. I opened my eyes and looked across and saw him sitting next to me, looking and smiling at me as he sang his favourite love song; our song. 

He reached out his hand to me and I held out mine to him as I felt him for the first time in a year; I knew I wasn't dreaming this time. He moved closer to me then he put his hand to my cheek like he used to, then we hugged and kissed passionately for the first time in over seven years. 

I whispered, "Happy Anniversary, James. I love you and I've missed you so much." 

His face was touching mine as we both cried when we kissed. As I closed my eyes again I could feel our combined tears rolling down my cheeks; my arms were holding him so tightly and I knew I'd never let him go again.

Epilogue

Next morning at breakfast four children were bubbly and the youngest two were so excited. Their grandparents listened to them all talking at once as they tried to understand what the kids were saying. It took a few minutes then they finally understood as each child told the others how their mother and father had been to see them during the night. They all told the same story; their parents were happy and holding hands. They had come to tell each of them they were together again like they were always meant to be.

Their grandmother went white and reached for her husband to steady herself. He was struggling himself and was trying to sit down before he collapsed.

They hurried their grandchildren to get ready and dropped them at school early then raced to their daughter's house. They let themselves in with the spare key they kept then repeatedly called out to Amy until they saw the letters on the table.

Praying silently in their hearts for their daughter, they sat at the table and picked up the open letter. The letter confirmed their greatest fears and they knew where she was; they'd been there before as well.

Both started crying uncontrollably as they moved together holding each other tightly as they remembered how harshly they'd all treated her since James' death; particularly when they knew of her illness. They were finally crying for Amy. What made it so much worse for them was that their tears were too late for her now.

Fin.



Happy Anniversary, Baby!



"Oh, I think the clock is sloooooooow." 

The line from Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher," ran through Mike Martin's mind as he waited impatiently for 5 p.m. to arrive so he could leave work for the weekend. Tomorrow, Saturday, was his 20th anniversary, and he could feel the anticipation in his gut.  

On the way out the door to work that morning, his wife, Nancy, had pressed one of his yellow pills into his hand and told him to take it about lunch time. This was the one that advertises about "the right moment," and she said she wanted it working full-tilt when he got home that evening. She said she was taking the afternoon off from her job to take their two boys to her parents, and that he should expect a surprise when he got home. 

The thought of Nancy offering him a surprise for their anniversary made Mike's dick swell in his slacks, because when she hinted about something sexual, it was certain to be a treat for him. Even at age 42, Nancy was someone who turned heads wherever she went. She was tall, nearly six feet, and slender, with narrow hips, long legs and breasts that were just large enough to be noticable. She had a regal neck, brown eyes and darkish brown hair that she wore quite short. The way she liked to wear it parted on her left side made for a peekaboo effect over her right eye that added a touch of allure to her look. 

Even after 20 years of marriage and two years of courtship before that, Mike never tired of Nancy's energetic body and her wondrous imagination. She was still the sexiest woman he'd ever seen, and the thought of an entire weekend to themselves to indulge their passion made his cock stiffen. 

Mike was 43, and was actually an inch or so shorter than his wife, moreso when she wore heels. But this had never been a problem for Mike, for he was very self-assured, though not cocky. He'd been an athlete in high school and he still kept himself in great shape. Neither of them smoked and they drank very rarely, and then only in small quantities. 

At long last, 5 o'clock rolled around, and Mike closed his office door and headed home. It was about an hour's commute from his downtown office building to his suburban home, and as he made the drive it was all he could do to keep from whipping out his raging hard cock and getting some relief. He had almost two week's worth of cum stored back since the last time he and Nancy had made love, and he was desperately in need of a good hard orgasm. 

Because of their busy work schedules and the fact of two teenage sons in the house, ages 15 and 13, they didn't screw much during the week, saving it up for the weekends. However, the previous weekend Nancy had been on her period. When they'd first gotten together, he would ignore the bleeding and fuck her anyway, but after ruining one too many sheets that way, they'd given up that practice. A lot of times, Nancy would compensate by giving him a blowjob or two, but last weekend she'd felt out of sorts, she said, and had not done so. Mike was disappointed, of course, but he was considerate enough to not push the issue, knowing their anniversary was looming. 

As Mike approached his exit off the expressway, he picked up his cell phone and called home. He wanted to see if there was anything he needed to pick up at the store before he got home. It took four rings before Nancy answered the phone, unusual when she knew the call was coming from him, thanks to caller ID, and when she answered, she seemed a little out of breath. Mike noticed, too, that she sounded distracted as she told him there was nothing they needed, just to hurry home. 

When Mike pulled his car into his long circular driveway, he was most disappointed to see a strange car parked in the drive in front of his house. Oh well, he thought, whoever it is won't be there long. He pulled the car into the garage, and entered the house through the kitchen, which was empty and void of activity. This was strange, Mike thought, as he hung his jacket over a chair and loosened his tie. Usually one of Nancy's surprises involved a romantic dinner which she had prepared. 

Looking around downstairs, there was no sign of his wife, but he did notice two empty wine glasses on the coffee table in the front room. Mike frowned at this, and just at that moment, he heard a rhythmic sound coming from upstairs, like the creaking of bedsprings, a sound the bed would make when he and Nancy were having sex. Puzzled now, and concerned, he crept up the stairs, and the closer he came to his and Nancy's bedroom, the clearer he heard the sounds, along with the unmistakable sound of Nancy's moans of pleasure, which could be quite loud when she was getting fucked really well. 

Feeling the heat rise in his face at the idea that his wife could possibly be cheating on him so blatantly - and on their anniversary, no less! - Mike strode purposefully down the hall, threw open the door and was confronted by a sight he would never forget. 

There was Nancy flat on her back with her legs spread wide, and a tall, stocky man between them powering what looked to be a long, fat cock back and forth in her juicy cunt. But that wasn't all. Straddling his wife's head was a gorgeous woman with blonde hair that fell well past her shoulders, incredibly round, fat tits, and she was slowly, rhythmically gyrating a clean-shaven pussy all over Nancy's active tongue. 

The orgy Mike had just walked in on got its birth about two months earlier, when Nancy had been talking at lunch with a co-worker at the large plant that dominated their city's economy. The co-worker, Amber Smith, was the blonde woman Mike saw riding his wife's face, although he didn't know it at the time. Nancy and Amber had been talking about their relationships, as they often did at lunch, and the subject had come around to their favorite fantasies. 

After Amber admitted that her wildest fantasy was to be tied to a bed and gangbanged, she asked Nancy about her's. 

"Well, it's kind of... I don't know if I should," Nancy said, but after a little persuasion, she continued. "My favorite fantasy, and Mike's also, is to bring another couple in and do everything, and I mean everything. I've always wanted to see what it was like to have sex with a woman, and Mike has always wanted to know what it feels like to have a man fuck his ass. Sometimes he likes me to stick a couple of fingers back there, especially if I'm giving him a blowjob. Of course, I can appreciate that, because nothing makes me cum harder than when he fucks my ass, and we do it quite often." 

About a week later, Amber came up to Nancy at lunch, sat down and leaned over the table conspiratorially. 

"I wanted to make sure we were alone when we had this conversation," Amber said softly. "The other day, when you were talking about yours and Mike's favorite fantasy, were you serious? I mean, serious like you'd really do it if you got the chance.?" 

"Oh, hell yes," Nancy said, her curiosity piqued. 

"OK, I'm going to tell you something about me and George (referring to her husband)," Amber said. "But if it ever goes beyond the two of us, there won't be a place on earth that will hide you from my wrath." 

Now Nancy was intrigued, and a trickle of moisture began to build in her pussy. 

"George and I, we're aggressively bisexual," Amber said. "And if you and Mike are really serious about it, we'd love to make your fantasy come true. Because I've got to tell you, I've had many an orgasm imagining you in bed with me. I think you're hot, and I've wanted to get in your pants for a long time." 

"Wow," Nancy exclaimed, her pussy starting to get seriously wet. "I'd have never guessed. Well, what about George? Does he like the idea of fucking my husband?" 

"I described Mike to him, and he's all for it," Amber said. "He loves to introduce good-looking, sexy men to the wonders of man-to-man sex. He is very good, very sensual, and verrry well hung. If Mike's really serious about it, he'll not have a better first time than with George." 

"How well hung is he?" Nancy asked. 

"Eight inches and fat," Amber said. "Best cock I've ever had, and I've had a few. What about Mike?" 

"Oh, you'll not be disappointed," Nancy said. "I've never measured him, but I'd say he's about 7-7 1/2 inches and pretty thick. And he knows how to use it. He's in great shape and his control is phenomenal. I've never been anything less than satisfied, I'll tell you that much." 

"Well, you and Mike think about it, and if you want to, we'll make it happen," Amber said. "If you decide against it, that's OK, too. We'll just pretend this conversation never happened." 

Nancy went back to her desk, but all she could think about was Amber's lush body and George's 8-inch cock. Finally, she told her boss she needed to take a bathroom break. She shut the door on a stall, pulled her slacks and panties to her feet, sat down and ran her fingers all over and into her throbbing, wet pussy. It took maybe three minutes for her to cum hard on her hand. 

After that, there was no question that she was going to make it happen, and she had an idea for when she wanted to do it, their 20th anniversary. She debated whether to talk it over with Mike or not. Part of her did, but then she thought that he might balk once he was confronted with the reality that he might have a homosexual experience, and she really wanted to do it, not only for Mike, but for herself. She wanted very much to make love with Amber, and knew she'd be crestfallen and regretful if she didn't take what was being offered. 

Besides, she thought, if she surprised him with a fait accompli, it would be harder for him to object or back out. And she was reasonably certain, knowing her husband, that he would fall right in line if he found things going strong when he came in the picture. So she decided to make it surprise, to let him come home to find the three of them already in bed fucking. It was a risk, but one she felt was worth taking. 

So the date was set, plans were made and Amber and George arrived about 4:30 that Friday afternoon. Nancy was nervous as she ushered the couple into the house, getting a hug and a buss on the cheeks as they entered. She was dressed in a light sun dress that stopped just short of her knees and a pair of flats. Amber was wearing a tube top, faded blue jeans and sandals. Nancy stared momentarily at Amber's top, with her round tits filling the material and making her large nipples stand out. George was a clean-shaven man with dark hair that he wore longish. He was dressed casually, in a short-sleeved floral shirt and khaki shorts. 

Amber was not quite as tall as Nancy, probably 5-8, but George was fairly tall, 6-1, maybe 6-2 and stoutly built. There was an earnest sexuality about both of them that sent a shiver up Nancy's spine. Trying to fight off nerves, Nancy asked if her guests would like a glass of wine. George said no, but Amber said she'd like a glass or two. George sat in the chair while Amber and Nancy sat on the sofa sipping their wine, and they exchanged small talk for several minutes. 

After two glasses of wine, Nancy was feeling more mellow, and she and Amber got closer on the sofa, their thighs pressing together. It took a few minutes before Nancy realized that Amber was stroking her bare thigh with her hand, looking her up and down with an excited look. Nancy, too, was looking at Amber's tits with a watering mouth, aching to get her lips on them. 

Nothing specific was said, but before Nancy knew it, she and Amber were embracing on the sofa. They looked deep into each other's eyes a split second before their lips met. This was the point of no return, Nancy knew, and she didn't hesitate. Softly, at first, then with more urgency, they kissed, a full-mouth, full-tongue lip lock. Amber's hand snaked up under Nancy's skirt, and she was delighted to find nothing between her hand and a very wet, very hot pussy. She ran a finger up the drooling crack and rolled the swelling clit around lightly. 

Nancy hissed as she felt a female hand on her sex for the first time in her life. Breaking the kiss, she immediately reached for Amber's tits, pulling down the tube top and giving a hum of satisfaction as the pale globes popped into the open. 

"You have the most beautiful tits," Nancy said as she filled both hands with Amber's hot flesh. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this." 

Nancy bent down and captured each stiff, pink nipple in her mouth, licking, kissing, even chewing on the hard little nubs as she squeezed her tit flesh. Amber, too, filled her hands with Nancy's still-covered tits as they kissed again powerfully. When they fell apart this time, it was Nancy who pulled the top off Amber's body and tossed it aside. Amber reached around and unzipped Nancy's dress, cooing as her tits came to view when the straps fell down her arms. Nancy stood up and let the dress fall to the floor. 

Amber drank in the sight of the taller woman as she stood in front of her naked, legs slightly spread, a look of pure lust on her face. Amber ran her hands all over Nancy's long legs, until she came to her dripping cunt, which was framed by a thick, but well-trimmed bush of the same dark-brown color as her hair. 

"Oh, man, you are hot," Amber breathed, and she bent her head to kiss and lick Nancy's flat belly while she lightly stroked her pussy. "I think George is enjoying the show. As always." 

Both women looked across the room to where George was quietly kneading a huge bulge in his shorts. He was staring at Nancy's slim body, and anticipating getting his fat dick in what he could tell was a hot, active pussy. 

Stark need was etched all over Nancy's face as Amber kissed her way down Nancy's stomach to her abdomen. Suddenly, she pulled away, stood up, turned Nancy around and pushed her gently, but firmly to the sofa. Amber had seen that look on many a first-timer, and she knew what it meant. It meant, don't tease, but get right to it. Amber knelt on the floor, got right up between Nancy's legs and buried her face in the brunette's steaming cunt. 

"Ahhh, yeah!" Nancy cried, arching her back as she felt Amber's lips and tongue opening her outer lips and delving into her hot inner core. 

George just stared, both at his wife in action, and the wet spot that was forming at the crotch of Amber's jeans, which he could see as she pointed her ass in his direction. He'd been on go for this encounter ever since Amber had suggested it. He always liked to explore new pussy, and to break a new man in at the same time just added to the experience. He unbuttoned his shorts, pulled out his throbbing hot cock and began to lightly stroke himself. 

Nancy just happened to open her eyes at that moment, looked over at George, and her eyes widened and her tongue licked her lips in lustful relish at the sight of his long, fat dick. 

"Boy, you weren't kidding about George," Nancy exclaimed. "He's one hung dude." 

Amber pulled away from Nancy's dripping cunt to look over her shoulder at her husband and smiled, then turned back and resumed working on Nancy's hungry pussy. She licked up the folds of her slender lips, around the clit, back down to her hole, then stabbed at the opening with her tongue. When she wasn't tonguing the hole, Amber was furiously pushing two fingers back and forth in her clenching canal. Nancy could feel a quick first climax building as she humped her naked crotch on Amber's long, active tongue and powerful fingers. Nancy's eyes were screwed shut and she clutched at her tits, rolling her nipples around as the orgasm gathered steam. She felt something like an explosion as her body convulsed in her climax. Amber pulled away and smiled up at Nancy, a wet ring around her mouth. 

"I think it's time to go upstairs, don't you think?" Amber said. 

Gathering up their clothes, the trio made their way to Nancy and Mike's bedroom. There was a soft chair in one corner, but the king-size bed dominated the room. Once in the bedroom, Nancy pulled Amber to her and kissed her again, hard, insistent. As they kissed, Nancy opened Amber's jeans and pulled them down her legs, arching her eyes to find the blonde wearing no panties. When they reached her knees, Nancy ran her fingers through Amber's crotch, and was pleasantly surprised to encounter a completely-shaved pussy. She had never seen another woman's pussy before, and had certainly never played with one sexually. But she knew just what to do with Amber. She ran her fingers through the gushing gash, opened up the fat lips, rolled her clit around several times then slid two fingers as deep as she could into the blonde's cunt. 

Amber rode Nancy's hand hard as the two women kissed wantonly. They were so engrossed in their play, they didn't hear the bedside phone ring right away, so it was four rings before she could rush over and pick up. While Nancy was on the phone with Mike, George and Amber finished undressing, then George pulled the covers off the big bed and laid on his back, his huge cock aimed at the ceiling. 

By the time Nancy had gotten Mike off the phone, Amber was already lying between her husband's legs idly stroking his cock. 

"C'mon and join me," she purred. "There's plenty here for two." 

Nancy slid in next to Amber, their hot bodies clinging together, and took hold of George's impressive meat. The two women ran their hands over the hot, spongy cock, then Amber took her index finger and swirled the pre-cum all over the bulbous head. Moving their heads in, they each flicked their tongues all over the shaft, bathing it with their saliva. They worked together like a team that had been doing this for years, instead of the very first time. 

When they had George's cock slick and wet, Amber gripped it at the base and pointed it toward Nancy's mouth. Nancy didn't hesitate, but wrapped her lips around the bulbous head and slowly filled her mouth, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she fed on his meat. She got about half of him into her mouth, then began to slowly work her mouth up and down and all around, while Amber licked and sucked his balls and the base of his dick. 

When Nancy had had a liberal taste of George's purple cock, she pulled her mouth off, as a tendril of spittle momentarily kept her in contact with the head. She licked her way back down the shaft while Amber plunged her mouth onto her husband's dick. Nancy gently sucked each testicle into her mouth while staring up at the way Amber took almost all of George's cock into her mouth and throat. 

Then it was Nancy's turn again, and she was determined to get all of George's cock in her throat. She sucked half of him in straightaway, took a deep breath through her nose, then kept feeding cock into her mouth. A thrill ran up her spine as she felt the head pass into her throat, and when she felt her nose rustling in his dark pubic bush, she felt a sense of elation at having taken all of this very large cock. Nancy worked her mouth around the base of George's cock, her tongue a dervish around the shaft as saliva dribbled onto George's abdomen and down his fat balls. 

When she came up for air this time, she handed George's cock to Amber, crawled up into George's arms and planted a deep, tongue-laden kiss on his lips. George savored the taste of cock on Nancy's mouth, and he ran his hands up and down her body, lingering at her stiffened nipples. He pulled her up and sucked each of her tips into his mouth, licking and kissing the brown areoles and the bullet-hard nipples. 

"You are indeed hot," George whispered. "Amber told me about you, but she badly understated just how sexy you are. Mike's a very lucky man." 

Amber pulled her mouth off George's cock and moved over to where Nancy was lying on her side. She spread Nancy's legs and dove in to lick and suck her pussy. Nancy's cunt was flowing freely as Amber licked and fingered her throbbing fuckhole. Pulling her mouth away, she got up on her knees and addressed her friend and her husband. 




Happy Anniversary, Baby



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