0 comments/ 12178 views/ 1 favorites A Weekend To Remember By: Theresa Moore Brandon had rented a house on the beach for the summer. He had high hopes in meeting that "Someone Special" but it was the middle of August and no one... That is, until now! The sun is beaming, the ocean water as blue as could be and there she was. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. She had waist length curly brown hair, green eyes, a smile that made him weak in the knees, and a tan slender body. Sitting on his deck, he watched her romp around in the waves. Standing up after going under a wave, she turned her head and noticed that she had an audience. Her beautiful body was being showed off through her sheer, wet bathing suit. She decided that it was time to meet the man who has excited her all morning while she has been on the beach. Walking out of the water and straight towards him, she smiled and waved him down off the deck. He was more excited then he could ever remember being and he jumped up out of his chair and walked to meet her. This is the opportunity that he has been waiting for all summer. She extends her hand, " Hi, I'm Megan." He shakes her hand and responds, Hi, I'm Brandon." "It must be nice to live right on the beach," she blurts out as they start to walk. " I'm only renting for the summer, then I'm back to college." " A college man," she teases. She starts to run into the water, wondering if he will follow. Stopping at waist high water level she turns and there he is. His smile beaming, how could she ever resist him? While dodging the waves, he asks her for a date. " If you are free tomorrow I would like to take you for a ride in the country and then a picnic lunch?" Feeling like she was in a dream. Hmmm. could he be her Prince Charming? Thinking it over as not to seem too anxious, she waited a minute then responded, "I am free and it sounds wonderful!" They spent the rest of the afternoon together, neither one wanting it to end. They both had prior commitments for that evening so they new today would have to come to a close. It was 5pm and he walked her over to her candy apple red jeep. He opened the door for her and then after she got in, closed it, leaned over and very lightly kissed her left cheek. They both parted with a smile in their heart. That night Brandon was having dinner with his parents. He was very distant. He was totally lost when it came to following the dinner conversation. His mother looked directly into his eyes. "You met someone today, didn't you?" He just smiled. When dinner was over, he said goodnight and was on his way home. Once at home, he relaxed on his bed only to have his mind drift to wonderful thoughts about Megan and himself. The next thing he knew it was 7AM and time to get up and get ready for his day with his princess. He was all ready and it was time to pick her up. Brandon arrived in his shiny black BMW convertible beamer. The day was starting out perfect! Megan stepped into the car, "Good morning." "Hi, good morning," Brandon replied as he started to drive. Megan still seemed a little sleepy so Brandon told her that if she wanted to stretch out and take a nap it was ok with him. He agreed to wake her up when they got near their destination. She closed her eyes and stretched her body out so that her head was toward her door and the rest of her body was tilted toward Brandon. His princess was wearing a pair of cut off shorts (very, very short) and a lightweight summer top. There was a nice warm breeze while they were driving. He happened to notice that the breeze was moving the leg of her shorts up. Looking, he could tell that she was not wearing any panties. Just the thought was making him crazy with desire to touch her. She was asleep, so he decided to slide his hand very carefully in her shorts. He went right up the leg of her shorts and was sliding his fingers over her secret place. She was immediately wet. She had started to stir but only to open her legs a little wider. Brandon gently inserted two fingers into her most precious spot and was given a surprise! Megan's juices had spilled out all over his hand! He thought she might wake up so he removed his hand and she remained asleep. As long as he could smell her scent on his hand, there was no way he was going to be able to concentrate. He looked over at her again and he noticed that her blouse had been blown up in the wind. She was not wearing a bra and he could see her breasts perfectly. They were small but tanned. Their shape was breath taking. Her nipples were very hard. Putting his eyes back on the road, he noticed that they were coming to a small town where they would be able to spend some time at. He was also drawn to the front of his shorts. His bulge was rock hard and ready to burst out. Brandon was aching to be with Megan. He had daydreams of taking his tongue and tasting her honey pot, feeling her breasts in his hands, and sucking on her perky nipples. "Honey, it's time to wake up," he softly told her. She opened her eyes and smiled. Looking down at his shorts she could tell that he was very aroused and she could feel just how wet she had gotten in her sleep. With this devilish grin on her face she slipped off her shorts and began to move her fingers in and out of her hot juicy snatch. Now he felt the need to pull off the road but unable to because they were still on the highway. The next exit isn't for another ten miles. How will he ever make it? Watching him stiffen even more, she shifts her body so she can put her mouth on his hardness through his shorts. Feeling her hot breath is making him drive even faster. Now she takes him out of his shorts so that he may feel her hot wanting mouth. "Oh Megan," he moans. Finally, the next exit! They pull off the main road and he sees a dirt path not too far from them. He now has the perfect spot for their afternoon picnic. Very desolate, no one will bother them. Megan brought her lips up to Brandon's mouth, kissing him with a deep burning passion. His hands were roaming all over her body. The more he probed her the louder her moans became. She was so hot! Her body feeling like it was on fire, she took off her blouse. Now naked in his front seat she needed to feel her skin next to his. "Please take everything off, I need to feel you," she begged! After undressing, he took her into his big strong muscular arms and began to make love to her like she had never been made love to before. Bodies sweaty and weak they collapsed in each other's arms with their legs intertwined. Was this for real or had they both been dreaming? Feeling a gentle kiss on her left breast Megan opened her eyes to find that Brandon had set up their picnic with flowers, candles, wine and soft music. A romantic setting with the most romantic man she has ever met. "My Princess, may I escort you to lunch?" "Of course you may my Prince." The rest of the afternoon they fed each other strawberries and grapes as they continued to enjoy each other's company. A Weekend to Remember Please feel free to vote and/or comment on this story. It is the first that I have written and I would greatly appreciate anything that you have to say. Thanks for reading! * "Did you finish..." "Yes, hon. It's all done. Stop worrying, it's not like we've invited the Pope or something. It's just a couple of friends over for dinner." She didn't have to finish her sentence. She'd been freaking out all afternoon about this and that. It happened every time we had people over. We would put off getting the house ready until the last minute, and then try to get everything done all at once. This time was no different. We woke up early (well, early for a weekend anyway, somewhere around 9 or 10) and started cleaning. We tidied up the house all the way through the afternoon (stopping only for a small lunch -- mmm, sandwiches again). Then we headed into town (we live "out" of town, kind of) to run some errands and pick up the rest of the groceries for the dinner we were planning. When we got back to the house (which, by this time, was just past four in the evening), we proceeded to start cooking dinner and getting things ready for our guests (setting the table, putting the "guests-are-coming-so-we-need-to-make-the-house-not-smell-like-cats" candles, and anything else we may have forgotten earlier). Dinner was going to be great. My wife was not a very ambitious cook when we first met (and I'm not really sure why). Her mother is a great cook (everything from scratch) and my wife's sister is also a good cook. My wife, however, never really helped out in the kitchen much, and thus, never inherited the gene I guess. In the early years, I was our main source of nourishment (I'm not amazing, but I can be pretty handy with a pair of tongs and some Mrs. Dash). Flash-forward to now, my wife has since developed quite the innovative cooking gene (from God-knows where) and we eat quite well on a regular basis, even with my previous repetitive-sandwich comment (which is also probably why I've gained a few pounds since we got married). Anyway, back to dinner, we were pulling out all of the stops, for us anyway (which is what we usually tried to do when we were having people over). We had bought some really nice looking steaks (which I was going to attempt to make taste as good as they looked). We also had some home-grown potatoes ready for mashing (with "gah-lick", of course ... thanks Emeril), green beans and bacon pieces, and an apple crisp for desert. Oh, and a salad to start off with, but who wants to hear about the healthy part. I always love having friends over, because it means that I get to eat really well. Anyway, our friends arrived (just as planned for once) just before the dinner was about done. They came in, took their coat and shoes off, and got comfortable while we finished off dinner. Within ten minutes, we were all at the table tucking in our napkins (well, I was doing the tuck at least, but that's because I always end up spilling something). We finished eating, put everything in the dishwasher, and talked about what we were going to do next. Our friends were staying for the whole weekend (they were visiting from the other side of the state) and, even though we're not the most out-going couple, we still had a few things planned that could be fun. We ended up deciding on heading into town (insert red-neck joke here) and hitting some of the clubs in town. There were a few dance clubs that we liked to go to every now and then, and our friends thought that that sounded like as good of plan as any. So, we all changed and piled in the car, ready for a night of fun. We got to the club, which was packed more than usual, and found a table off to the side. After ordering some drinks, the two gals (as women so often do) decided that they needed to go use the facilities. As they walked away, I couldn't help but notice how great they both looked in their little skirts and "cleavage-showing" tops. You may have noticed that this is the first reference to anything even remotely sexual. Well, to be honest, this night (and weekend for that matter) was never intended to be some wild and crazy sex-o-rama. That was all getting ready to change, though. As they walked to the bathroom, I looked at them both. My wife (who we'll call Jenny) always looks great to me. She doesn't turn as many heads as she'd like (she's also put on a few pounds since we got married), but she still has a great body. She's got actual curves, something a lot of today's toothpick, Olsen twin wanna-bees lack. Her butt, while bigger than I know she'd like, has actually got something that you can reach around and grab (or slap). She also has a couple of really nice tits, weighing in at around a 38C or so. To top everything off, she has some of the most beautiful blonde hair you'll ever see. When she cleans herself up to go out, she really puts me in the mood. My friend's wife (who we'll call Amanda) is also a looker. She is slightly smaller than my wife, but not the "I-feel-bad-for-eating-a-piece-of-bread-in-front-of-you-because-you-look-like-you're-starving" small. Here tits are slightly smaller (about 34 or 36B), but still look great because she is built slightly smaller all around. She, too, has a great ass. While blonde hair is my favorite, she makes the brunette thing quite sexy. They came back from the bathroom and we finished off our drinks; then we had a few more. After sufficient alcohol to hide our inhibitions of our dancing skills, we headed out to the dance floor. While we were on the floor, everything seemed innocent enough. Minus a few other friends, it could have been a high school dance. We sort of formed our own little group, facing each other, and laughed each time one of us tried something beyond our normal one or two moves. I thought that I noticed a few times that my buddy eyed my wife in a weird, "lustful" kind of way, but passed it off as "tipsy paranoia". The night was getting later (and we were getting tipsier, except for me, who had to drive home). We headed out to the dance floor for one last laugh before we headed home for the night. We proceeded to make fun of our lack of dance skills, until the slow song came on. My buddy and my wife were both laughing at each other, arm around one another's shoulder. We were getting ready to re-group and grab our respective dance partners, when my buddy asked me if I would mind him dancing with my wife on this one. I didn't have a problem with it (hell, this would give me an excuse to dance with his wife). I nervously (hey, I'm a nerd, and mostly sober at this point, cut me some slack) moved in and put my arm around Amanda's waist. She, being quite intoxicated, had no inhibitions and put both of her arms around my neck. I made an effort to keep the slightest bit of space as we danced ("a" I didn't want my wife to get mad if she was to look over and "b" I didn't want Amanda to notice the hard-on I was sure I would get if we started to rub up against each other). My worries about my wife being mad were unnecessary, though. I looked in her direction to see if they were laughing at me for thinking too much, but I'm pretty sure neither of them had a care in the world at that moment. My wife had both of her arms wrapped around my buddy's back, her hands up on his shoulders. Her head was resting right on his chest. His hands were stretched all the way down, cupping her ass cheeks, while he had his head resting on top of hers. At first, the scene in front of me caught me off guard. However, I soon noticed that the thickening bulge in my pants (thanks Amanda) started to thicken even faster. I watched them dance until the song was over. When it ended, my buddy kissed my wife on the cheek and we all walked over to our table to get ready to go. When we got back to the house, we all said our goodnights and headed to bed. When my wife and I were finally alone in bed, I asked her if she had fun tonight. "Yes, I had a great time. It was really good that we all got to catch up. It's been so long since we've all seen each other." Maybe it was just my paranoid brain working overtime, but I could have swore that she was trying to avoid something as she spoke. So, I just took the initiative and went full speed ahead. "It looked like you and Cory were having fun on that last song, you know." Cory is what we'll call my buddy. "Oh, you saw that, huh. Well, I was pretty tipsy and it just sort of happened. Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it." I believed her. If there is anyone on this earth that is more innocent than my wife, I've never met them. However, I decided to press this a little more, just for the fun of it. You see, my wife has always thought that Cory is good looking. I mean, there really is no denying it. The guy works out on a regular basis and still, in his mid-twenties, has one of those baby faces. He's maybe an inch shorter than me and weighs a bit less (although, he is in a lot better shape than I am). He's also got dark hair, like his girl, and he's one of those lucky bastards that seem to have a tan year round, even though he never goes into a tanning booth. "Well, did you at least enjoy yourself? Or were you too "tipsy" to do even that?" I said this in a somewhat sarcastic voice. I didn't want here to think I was mad (because I wasn't). I just wanted to tease her a bit. "Oh, yeah, I enjoyed it. I wasn't that drunk. He smelled really good. I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it too." She got a big smile on her face as she said that. "What makes you say that?" Now, I was intrigued. "Well, don't tell him that I'm telling you this, I don't want him to get embarrassed, but while we were "moving" to the music, I felt him get a hard-on." "What!" "Yeah. It was standing at attention for most of the song. It's big, too. Well, at least it felt that way. I can't be sure, of course." Believe it or not, this was the dirtiest thing I'd ever heard my wife say. As I said earlier, she is the most innocent person I know (or, at least she used to be). "Wow. I can't believe you felt it and didn't freak out or something." "Me too. I think that the alcohol had something to do with it. I think I actually liked it. I hope you're not mad." "Actually, when I noticed you guys dancing so close, it kind of turned me on. And this, what you just told me, is making me hot again. Wow" We talked about it a little more and then had a great -- and I mean great -- time under the sheets. It was, oddly enough, even better than usual. The next day, while I was making us some breakfast (again, I really like food), I couldn't get the things that my wife and I discussed just before our amazing fuck the night before. As breakfast was just about done, Amanda came out of the guest bedroom in some tiny shorts and a nightshirt. To make matters worse (or better, depending on your point of view), she didn't have on a bra either. Her nipples were clearly visible through her thinning nightshirt. I had started some hot water for coffee, or tea, or whatever (my wife and I don't drink coffee, so we just have instant on hand for people who come over that actually do drink it), and she walked through the kitchen to pour herself a cup of joe. As she passed me in the kitchen, her breasts brushed my arm -- I actually felt shivers/goose-bumps as it happened. I always thought that Amanda was a good-looking gal. Ever since I knew her, in fact. I never did, though, have the feelings toward her that were flashing through my head right now. As she stood there fixing her cup of coffee, I just stood, mesmerized by her beauty, unable to take my eyes off of her. Of course, anytime you start to stare at someone, they are bound to look around and notice you. "What?" She looked around and saw me looking at her. "Oh, I was just wondering if you needed some help or something." Great going -- way to think on your feet, there casonova. "No, I'm fine. I had a good time last night dancing. I know Cory had fun too. He told me last night that he really enjoyed dancing with Jenny. He said that she has a nice ass." "What?!" Did she just say what I thought she said. Does she not care that he was grabbing another woman's ass ... and does she not care that, rather than pretend that it never happened and blame it on the booze, he's telling her about it as if he was a honor student bragging to his parents about his great grades. Geeze! "I noticed that you were keeping your distance with me, too, while we were dancing. That was cute." As she saying this, she leaned sideways and rested an elbow on the counter top, sticking out her ass to one side. It really was quite a seductive pose. She must have seen me looking... "You seem to like what you see. The next time we dance, don't try to leave a space. You'll have a lot more fun if you just give in and grind." I think that she could tell that I was speechless, so she added: "Don't worry, I'm not crazy. Cory and I have recently tried some swinging back home and found that we both love it. He couldn't stop talking about getting a chance to make some kind of move on you guys while we were here. I'm sure that's why he suggested that we swap dance partners last night. Did it bother you?" "No, not really." "Well, don't make anything of it. I'm sure the five or so drinks he had also had something to do with it. Don't let it bother you and ruin the weekend. I want us all to have fun while we're together." Wow... With that she walked out of the kitchen, making sure to brush her tits against my arm again. I stood there, dumbstruck, and almost forgot why I was in the kitchen in the first place. Almost forgot (did I mention that I love food). Meanwhile (did anyone else get a comic book/old Batman TV show vibe just now?), while I was in the kitchen with Amanda (not Dinah), my wife was taking a shower. Our house (our dream-house, that we finally had custom built) has a fantastic master bath. There are no doors or walls separating the bath from the bedroom, however, so if someone walks into the bedroom, they have a clean shot at you when you are in the bathroom. Well, you guessed it, as my wife is toweling off, in walks Cory (with some lame excuse like, "I was looking for a towel for my shower."). He's standing there (in just his boxers), starring at my wife (who's naked while toweling off her hair). She finishes hand drying her hair, looks up, and is shocked to see the man who was grinding on her last night starring at her naked body. She through the towel around her body real quick and jumped into her closet. "Do you need something Cory?" I'm sure I knew what he was thinking, but he said, "Yeah, I can't seem to find a towel. Do you have some extras in here?" "Yes, they are in the closet by the shower." "Thanks. You look great, by the way." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving my wife to ponder the whole incident. The rest of the day went really well (aside from the expectedly awkward breakfast). My wife and each told each other about our encounters with our friends that morning, each of swearing that the other had the more interesting meeting. Neither of us were quite sure of what to make of the whole situation, but for now we decided to just play it cool and act as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. That night after dinner (I'll skip the food details this time), we all decided that it would be fun to play a game of poker. This was something that Cory and I did a lot in college with some other friends, and we thought that it would be fun to see how bad (or good, possibly, but probably not) our wives were. As the night drew on, and the first (and second) bottle of wine was emptied, the games started to get more and more ridiculous. Half way through the third bottle, Cory decided that he'd had enough of our normal game of poker and decided to pipe up with a suggestion. "Alright, what do you think, this time we actually play for something." "What do you have in mind?" I asked him this, thinking that he would answer with some monetary unit, as we used to play for cash in college. "Let's make things interesting. I think we should play for clothes." A short bit of (awkward) silence followed his statement. I was sure that my wife would want to have nothing to do with it (I can barely get her to agree to daytime sex unless the blinds are closed as tightly as is humanly possible). She, however, was the first to respond. "Alright, let's do it." What?! Little innocent Jenny -- who all know is not good at poker -- has just agreed to play for clothes. Can this be true. "Alright, if she's in, I'm in too. It's just you now Ben. Are you in, or are you just going to watch?" Amanda said that with a sexy little smirk that I just couldn't say no to (even though I really would have liked to just watch her take off her clothes, as I knew that she, too, was horrible at poker). "Alright, if everyone else is in, count me in too." I gave my wife a look that said, "Are you sure this is what you want?" She just looked back at me with a somewhat diabolical smile that I took to mean that she was primed and ready to go. "Okay, here's how it's going to go." Cory began to explain the rules ... apparently he'd done this a lot. "We'll each name the article of clothing that we are betting, and, Ben, you can write it down on the pad so that we don't forget each others' wagers. Sound good?" We all agreed and Cory volunteered to deal first. We had been playing Texas Hold'em earlier and decided that that would be just fine for this version as well (and, we didn't feel like explaining a new set of rules to the girls). Cory passed out cards to everyone and we all looked at our first hand. I was ecstatic! Two tens, on the first hand of the game. A bunch of the pressure was immediately lifted off my shoulders. I didn't want to be too bold, however, as we were about to start our first round of betting. I tried to play it cool by betting only my socks (this way I might entice the others to be a bit more bold). The two girls each bet their socks too, while Cory (alcohol, maybe) said he was wagering his shirt (crap, maybe he has a good hand). Cory turned over the first card (an 8), the second (another 10!, can you believe my luck), and the third (another 8, holy cow!). I don't even need the other two, I though. Feeling good about my full house, I decided to be more daring this round. I bet my shirt (hoping to get a few of the girls to come along). It worked, as they both bet their shirts as well. Cory, again feeling seemingly good, bet his pants on this round. We each turned over our cards ... yes! No one even came close to my hand. I held up my list of each of our bets and began to read off each of the other's wagers. Cory, definitely influenced by his drinks, had no inhibitions and immediately took off his wagered clothing (the bastard really did have a year-round tan). He sat there waiting as the girls found their courage to follow through. My wife was obviously the most uneasy about the whole thing. She was clearly waiting for Amanda to make the first move. As soon as Amanda moved to take off her wagered clothes, my wife did the same. Soon, I was sitting in the midst of three shirtless people (and one who was also pantless). This is going to be good, I thought. Well, it was my wife's turn to deal next. (I'm not sure how, because she never really plays cards, but for some reason, she is pretty good at shuffling. Anyway...) Feeling as if I couldn't be touched, I grabbed my cards quickly, hoping for another good hand. Crap... a jack of hearts and a 4 of hearts -- this one would not be as good. Since the others weren't feeling so hot from the last round, an alteration to our game plan was made (and I wasn't about to start complaining with this hand). Instead of betting twice, we decided to just bet once after all the cards were down. So, my wife laid down the first card (6 of diamonds), the second (6 of hearts), and the third (2 of hearts). Then she laid down the turn card (10 of clubs). Lastly, the river (an ace of hearts). Holy cow! Another good hand, this time a flush. Judging by everyone's luck in the previous round, I decided to be a little daring, so I bet my shirt (as opposed to my socks ... give me some credit). My wife, sitting there sockless and shirtless, bet her pants. Amanda did the same. Cory, who had on nothing but socks and his boxer-briefs, bet his socks. I've got 'em, I thought, none of them are betting much. As it turned out, Cory was just being modest. A Weekend to Remember Jack and Kelly have been friends of mine for many years now. We have spent countless hours together going to pubs, concerts, out to eat, you name it. I have even spent many a weekend at their 3 bedroom home in the country. Kelly is simply just a beauty. She stands just 5'0" with short black hair. Weighing in at 8 stone, her luscious boobs appear to make up the bulk of that weight. So it is not shocking that I had developed a bit of a crush on Kelly, especially after the last weekend together when I was treated to the sounds of their fucking. What a great weekend that had been. We had all just got back from a fabulous dinner at one of the restaurants of the famous chef, Gordon Ramsay. He even stopped at our table and chatted for a few fleeting seconds. That night the wine had flowed freely so by the time we had gotten back to their place we were all pretty blotto. During the entire ride home it was obvious that Kelly and Jack couldn't keep their hands off each other. Even though they were trying to be discreet about it, the vino made their attempts futile at best. Once inside their home, the two quickly said goodnight and hurried off to their master suite. Luckily for me the walls are pretty thin in their home and their bed rested against the wall where my bed was positioned. It wasn't long before I was treated to the sounds of muffled talking and then the soft creaking of their bed frame. My hard-on grew just as quickly as did the action in the next room. Their bed squeaked loudly as they fucked. I stroked my stiff cock in rhythm to their headboard pounding against the wall. Kelly's moans of pleasure grew steadily louder as she let Jack know exactly how much she was enjoying this particular shagging. "Ah fuck me good, baby. Give me every inch of your juicy cock!" she squealed. The sounds of their lovemaking were driving me mad. I needed to be closer to the action. Taking a huge risk I slipped out of my room and crept the short way down the hall to their bedroom. My jaw hit the ground when I saw that their door was ajar slightly. Afraid of being caught, I dared not peer inside. So instead I stood naked in the hall listening to flesh slap against flesh as I continued to slowly milk my raging erection. "I'm getting close to cumming, babe. I want to shoot my cum in your mouth." Jack pleaded. "No babe! You know I have never done that. Cum on my big tits, baby. You know I love to feel your hot juice on my hard nipples." Soon after hearing Jack groan loudly and I know he is spilling his seed onto her giant jugs. I quickly scurry back to my room, shut the door, and furiously wanking until my cock spews thick cords of cum onto the hardwood floors. Slumping against the wall is when I decided that I needed to see Kelly naked and possibly to fuck her silly. So I began to formalize a plan of action to meet those ends. The next morning I say my goodbyes to my friends and begin the long drive back to my apartment in the city. The hour travel time gives me ample opportunity to devise my naughty little scheme. A month has passed since I was witness to my friends', Kelly and Jack, frantic lovemaking. Over that time a night has not gone by that I haven't wanked to those steamy memories. I have spent considerable time working out a plan to not only voyeur Kelly but to be voyeured by her as well. One night while watching the local evening news on the TV, a report came on about a hidden camera found in a local clothing shop. The camera was hidden in an ordinary wall clock that was placed in the ladies' changing area. After the report I hopped online and immediately searched for hidden camera equipment. With my purchases now on their way to my apartment, I masturbate furiously knowing that my plan will truly come to fruition soon! From the internet, I purchased two items that contained hidden cameras, a simple wall clock and an ornate picture frame. On my next visit to Kelly and Jack's my plan to give them the "gifts" as a way to celebrate their anniversary. I also plan to help Kelly hang the "gifts" in their master suite, ensuring that I get maximum coverage of their room. On the day my "gifts" arrive I ring Jack and make plans to visit on the next weekend. I had so much trouble concentrating on my conversation with Jack because all through the conversation my 8 inch member was like solid rock in my jeans; did I hear Jack say something about being away on business for one of the days possibly but that that shouldn't stop me from coming. At this point there is not much on this Earth that could stop me from coming or cumming! The day of the trip finally arrives and as I carefully pack my clothes and other assorted special items I once again go over the plan in my mind. First I need to get Jack to run to the store for some liquor. Then I will give Kelly the "gifts" and suggest we put them up straight away as a surprise for Jack upon his return. The hidden cameras came with software that will allow me to not only view the happenings but to record them as well on my laptop. Then I will excuse myself from the party and hurry to my room to check my laptop, making sure the feed works and the view is acceptable. If all is well then I will move onto part two of my devilish plan, to get Kelly stinking drunk! I pull into their driveway right about lunch time on a beautiful Saturday. My heart is pumping with anticipation, my blood thumping inside my ears. Before I can get out of the car, the front door opens and Jack strolls out with Kelly on his arm. My heart swoons with a schoolboy crush upon seeing Kelly. Jack plants a peck on her alabaster cheek and then makes his way to my car. As he nears I roll down the window. "Hey buddy! I have to run into town for some supplies for lunch. Why don't you keep Kelly company and freshen up a bit. I shouldn't be longer than an hour. Bangers ok with you?" "Yeah that's great. Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" "No, of course not. You just drove all that way. Go inside relax, grab yourself a beer. Cheers!" What a spot of luck. Jack is unwittingly helping me accomplish my deliciously naughty plan! I spring from my car as he pulls from the driveway and heads down the road. I grab my bag and make my way inside following behind Kelly. I am completely mesmerized by the gently sway of her hips and ass beneath her flimsy summer dress. Once inside I drop my bag onto the couch and begin to rummage through the contents. "Hey Kelly, I got you and Jack an anniversary gift somewhere in here,"I causally remark. "Oh, thank you, Frankie. But you didn't have too." "I know I didn't have too but I really wanted too." As I hand her the package, I say, "I think we should put those up straight away and surprise Jack when he gets back." She agrees as she tears open the package. She gushes as she looks over the clock and picture frame. She likes the idea of hanging them immediately and we both make our way to the master suite. I quickly offer my opinion on the appropriate wall space and hang them without hesitation. As we return to the living room I let Kelly know I'm going to get settled in the guest room and then take a quick shower. I scurry like a mouse to the bedroom and shut the door. Firing up my trusty laptop and loading the spying software seems to take an eternity! In mere seconds the master suite fills 17 inch screen of my Apple. Just then Kelly pops into the frame carrying an armful of clothes. I watch as she puts her items into the proper drawers of her dresser. Then something catches my eye, something special. I couldn't quite make out what it was that I saw but it was definitely worth trying to sneak a peek at later! As I exit my room, wrapped in only a towel and carrying my toiletries, Kelly pops her head out of the bedroom and says she is going to hop in the shower as well. What a spot of luck! This will be the perfect chance to see what is hidden in her top drawer. I close the bathroom door and turn on the shower, cold water only so as not to waste the hot and cut Kelly's shower short. Quietly I sneak out of the hall bathroom wrapped in only a towel and make my way towards the master suite. The door is wide open and I spy, through a wall mirror, a closed bathroom door. I quickly scamper into the room and listen. The water is running in the bath, good! Racing to the dresser, I open the top drawer. Reaching my shaking hand into the drawer, I feel around until I come across a long plastic object. I bring the object out into the open and much to my surprise and pleasure it is a rabbit vibrator. Rapidly I lift the sex toy to my nose for a quick sniff. My cock is now poking out from beneath the towel. Showing a little restraint at this point I place the toy back into the drawer but steal a pair of her lace panties for some fun later. I leave the room and race back to the hall bathroom. Closing the door quickly I hop into the shower just long enough to soak my sexually charged skin. After a quick dry and it's off to my bedroom. This whole time, my member has been rock solid and aching for attention. At that moment a wicked thought crossed my mind while stroking Mr. Johnstone. I hop off the bed and make my way to the door; however first repositioning the laptop to face the door; then clicking on the webcam and the record functions. I open the door slightly hoping that Kelly will spy on me while I masturbate. I lie back down and begin to stroke my slick 8 inch cock; making sure to moan just loud enough to hopefully attract some attention. Soon, though, I could care less if I was being watched or not. My stroking just feels too damn good at this point to care! As I near orgasm, I wrap the stolen panties around my thick cock. The material feels great against the sensitive skin of my sex organ. Just a few more strokes and thick cords of cum erupt from the swollen purple head of my cock, thoroughly soak Kelly's tiny panties. As I come down from my sexual release I peek at the door hoping to catch a glimpse of a voyeur. No such luck, however. I climb from the bed and close the door at the very moment I hear Jack call from the entryway. I quickly dress and then click the replay button on the webcam. As the video plays I can clearly see Kelly spying on me. Bingo! I know she saw everything and I now also know that I can use this against her in a very, very naughty way! The next few hours are spent barbequing, drinking, laughing, and generally enjoying life. I have noticed though that Kelly refuses to look me in the eye. I giggle to myself because I know the reason why. I take the opportunity to follow her into the kitchen. As she stands next to the sink preparing some more vegs for the grill I move in close to place a dish in the sink. I can feel the heat radiating off her milky white skin. "Is everything alright, Kelly?" "Um, yes. Why do you ask?" "Well it just seems that you are...distracted." "No, Frankie. I'm fine." "Are you sure you feel alright? Your skin seems a bit flushed." "Must be all the wine. I'm fine. Thank you for asking." I gently brush against her, allowing her to briefly feel my semi-erect cock that is trapped in my tight jeans, as I move away from the sink and out of the kitchen. I rejoin Jack on the patio with fresh drinks in hands. We chat away for 20 minutes before Kelly returns to the party. Her face is flushed red and there seems to be a light sheen of sweat on her silky skin. Jack asks if everything is ok. And she responds yes. My member strains against the material of my jeans because I can most certainly tell that Ms. Kelly is fresh off a sexual release. I can also tell that the combination of the wine and her toy has certainly eased her tensions; she is now looking directly into my eyes when we speak to each other and, occasionally, giving my body the once over. It is easy to surmise that she must have liked what she saw and felt earlier. A few more hours and plenty of more drinks it is noticeable that Kelly has become restless. Finally she blurts out that she is tired and is heading to bed. Grabbing Jack's hand she proceeds to pull him out of the chair, back into the house, and off to the boudoir. Giving them a few minutes head start, I rush off to my own room to fire up the Apple. Stripping while the laptop loads, it doesn't take long before the screen is filled with a view of the master suite. It would appear that the horny duo have wasted little time getting it on. Jack is lying at the foot of the bed with his feet on the floor while Kelly is on her knees between his outstretched legs. Her head is bobbing up and down rapidly on his slick shaft. From what I can see, he isn't packing as large as member as my own. I intently watch as Jack throws his head back in what would appear to be an orgasm. Suddenly Kelly yanks his cock out of her mouth a second before a quick burst of cum spews from the head of his cock. After 3 or 4 more bursts, his cock stops quivering and rapidly goes flaccid. Kelly gets up and heads to the bathroom in a huff to wash off Jack's semen from her hands. Jack takes the opportunity to crawl up under the sheets and to promptly drift off to sleep. A few minutes pass and Kelly returns into the picture now wearing a tiny sheer pink nightie with matching g-string panties. Again she looks upset at seeing Jack already passed out. You watch as she makes a beeline for her dresser. It instantly dawns on me what she is going to retrieve. She checks to make sure Jack is completely out by poking him a couple of times. No signs of life there, so she lays down next to her man. I mindlessly stroke my cock as I watch her caress her toy. She then starts rubbing the tip of the vibrator against her lace covered tits. She allows the toy to stimulate her nipples for a few minutes and then slowly slides the apparatus down to her pussy. Rubbing her clit through the thin material of her g-string causes her to slowly roll her head from side to side. After a few moments it is obvious that she needs more, much more. With a delicate hand she pulls her thong aside exposing her shaved and very moist pussy. With one last look at Jack, Kelly gently uses two fingers to spread her aroused pussy lips while slowly inserting her mechanical lover into her tight love mound. Stroking my cock faster, I watch her slide every inch of her toy into her magnificent cunt. Silently she slides the toy in and out of her pussy working up to a nice medium rhythm. I'm mesmerized as she teases and pinches her nipples through her nightie. She pushes the toy all the way in to the hilt. Her head begins to thrash about slightly as she turns on the clit stimulator. She spreads her thighs wider as her orgasm over takes her body. Her body trembles as she squeezes one of her huge breasts while biting her lower lip. I can feel my own heavy balls tighten as hot cum explodes from my cock, splashing sloppily upon my chest. My 8 inch member continues to produce what seems like gallons of man juice. As my own orgasm subsides I continue to watch as Kelly quietly returns her mechanical lover to its hiding place and returns to bed, snuggling against Jack's limp and unaware body. Checking the laptop to make sure that it recorded the whole episode, I stroll naked across the hall to the bathroom to wash off my drying semen. While looking in the bathroom mirror a decision is made that tomorrow will be the day I put my full plan into action. Jack mentioned earlier that he would be leaving early for the day on business and wouldn't return until 7 or 8 PM. I figure that this will give me plenty of time to have my way with that tart, Kelly. I quickly finish cleaning up and hurry to bed. I want to grab a few hours of sleep because I will need all of my energy for the next day's activities! I awake at around 4 AM to the sounds of Jack's car pulling out of the driveway and zooming off down the road. I quickly check the laptop to get a bearing on where and what Kelly is doing. She appears to be sound asleep. I continue to watch for a few more minutes just to make sure and to build up my courage. The hell with it, it is now or never. Stripping off my clothing and grabbing my bag of goodies, I make my way to the master suite. I am positive the entire town can hear my heart pumping in my chest at this moment. Gently I open the door and peer inside. The only sounds emanating from the room is the rhythmic ticking of a clock and the light breathing of Kelly herself. Before entering the room I remove a black silk blindfold from the bag. This will be the hardest part, getting the blindfold onto Kelly without her seeing who is doing the blindfolding. I have practice this move countless times at home on a dummy but this is the real deal. Urged on by confidence and pure animalistic desire I creep into the room. Like a special ops soldier I stealthily race to her bedside and quickly place the blindfold over her eyes, holding it place with my left hand. She wakes in a panic. "Shhhhhhhhh," I gently whisper in her ear. She immediately relaxes and smiles as she thinks it is her lover that has returned. I slip the strap of the blindfold over her head, securing it in place. She giggles as I take her left arm and place it above her head. I let the cool steel of the handcuffs rest against her warm skin. She giggles again. "Oooo, somebody is being a naughty boy and so early in the morning, " she coos. Securing her left wrist in the steel bracelet elicits another giggle from her. On her own she lifts her right arm above her head. I slip the other cuff around one of the metal bars in their modern headboard and then secure it around her right wrist. She is now bound to the bed and available to my every desire. I take a moment to drink in this angelic beauty. I observe the swell of her large breasts with their hard pink nipples as she breathes. I also take note of her soft alabaster skin that is now coated with a light sheen of perspiration. Stepping closer I allow my fingers to gently trace the delicate skin of Kelly's arm. She moans in acceptance of my touch. With this subtle encouragement I continue to allow my fingers to roam aimlessly over all her exposed skin for many minutes. I watch in amazement as Kelly's skin begins to turn pink with arousal and her body begins to writhe ever so slightly in their huge bed. I run my hand lightly over her lace clad breasts feeling her hard nipples. Casually I let my other hand to drift to her nether region. I can feel the heat radiating from beneath her lace thong. Running my hand all over her pussy mound and down over her slit, i feel just how wet she has made the delicate fabric. Her moans grow louder as I tease her pussy from outside its lace imprisonment. My precum has been leaking freely from the tip of my cock for some time now and my urges have reached their boiling point. I deftly pull her tiny thong to the side exposing her flushed carefully shaved pussy. Wasting no time I slide my middle finger the length of her soaking wet slit. "Please Jack stop teasing me already." My cock grows harder every time she mistakenly calls me Jack. I grant her wish by sliding my middle finger deep into her steamy pussy hole. She howls with pleasure as I slowly begin to slide my finger in and out. I can't resist tasting her womanly juices. So I remove my finger from her pussy, much to her chagrin, and bring it to my watering mouth. I cautiously extend my tongue and lick the tip of my middle finger. My knees buckle under the immaculate taste! Quickly I return my finger to her burning pussy and start a much more rapid stroke. Losing all sense of control I move even closer, lightly turning her head towards my raging cock. I step closer to let the tip of my cock brush against her soft lips. Instinctively she opens her rosy red lips and I slip in my cock. Immediately Kelly begins to panic. She knows this cock is larger than Jack's. She begins to struggle. A Weekend to Remember "Shhhhhhhh," I whisper once again, this time while removing her blindfold and my cock from her mouth. "What the FUCK do you think you are doing?" she screams, "Jack will fucking kill you when I tell him!!" "Take it easy, Kelly, nobody is going to kill anybody and you will NOT be telling Jack anything." "Oh really you piece of shit?" "Yes really. I know you were spying on me the other day while I was wanking." "No I wasn't you fucking liar!" "Kelly, Kelly, Kelly my dear. I have proof. I recorded you watching me." I watch in amusement as the color and fight both drain from her face. "What is it you want?" "Well for starters I want you to finish the job you started on my cock. Then we will proceed from there." Once again I press my cock against her tightly pressed lips. "Kelly, would you like Jack to find out about your dirty little secret hiding in the dresser?" Thoroughly defeated, she opens her lips accepting my flesh sword. "Relax, beautiful and enjoy yourself." "Please put the blindfold on," she quietly asks. I do as she requests and her interest in sucking my cock picks up. Soon she is engulfing my entire member. I am impressed as my girth stretches her tiny mouth. Trickles of drool escape from the corners of her lips as she tries to deep throat me. I resume fingering her tight pussy as my hips begin thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. About five minutes into it I feel that all too familiar tingling deep within my seed filled balls. I plunge a second finger into her while grabbing a handful of her hair. I begin grunting loudly as my cum rushes towards the head of your slippery cock. "UUUUGGGHHHHH!" My hot cum splashes down Kelly's tight throat. My subsequent ejaculations coat and fill her mouth, so much so that my seed if forced out of her mouth and left to dribble down her cheeks. As soon as my ejaculations stop I withdraw your semi-erect cock from Kelly's mouth. Leaning down I gently kiss her lips tasting my own salty cum in the process. I watch as she licks her lips taking in the last remnants of my seed. "I can't believe you fucking came in my mouth, you bastard." "It must not have been that bad since you swallowed a lot of it and you were just licking your sultry lips, dear." I pull the blindfold off and she immediately smiles. "You know, I have never let Jack cum in my mouth." "There are going to be plenty of firsts for you today, sweet Kelly, the next being letting me watch as you get off on that big toy of yours." As she tries, in vain, to deny the accusation, I stroll over to her dresser and produce her 7 inch rabbit vibrator. As I slowly walk back to the bed I notice that her entire body has flushed red from embarrassment. I remind Kelly that I have video evidence of not only her pleasuring herself while Jack was sleeping but of her spying as well. "So you will do as I ask, no questions, and this will be our little secret. Jack will never know." Kelly nods in total acquiescence. I delicately place the toy next to her and then proceed to undo her restraints. She slowly sits up and removes her top releasing her wonderful jugs. I watch in awe as she slips her g-string over her hips and down her creamy legs. She takes a moment to study my naked form. I can feel my cock stir under her gaze. With her eyes locked onto my semi hard member she gently takes up the toy and turns it on. As the light buzzing of her vibrator fills the air she lightly rubs the pulsating head against her hard nipples. She moans lightly as the toy builds her arousal. Unconsciously I begin stroking my member once again. Kelly lays back and drags the toy down her nude form towards her dripping wet pussy. Stretching her legs further apart allows me to stare intently at her lovely pussy. Her pubic hair is trimmed into a very thin landing strip that is dark brown in color, a stark contrast against her alabaster skin tone. Her outer pussy lips are swollen and red; a light film of moisture is coating the surface of her most sensitive skin. She allows the toy to lightly brush over her tingling clit eliciting a low moan. My masturbation becomes more intense as I watch Kelly begin to work the toy into her tight pussy. We both groan loudly as the head of the vibrator slips past her outer lips into her soaking wet hole. With her free hand, Kelly rubs her large breasts while occasional pinching and teasing her large nipples. My own lubrication is now flowing as freely as hers. I continue my lustful vigil as she plunges the toy slowly in and out of her dewy honeypot. Faster and faster she fucks herself with her plastic lover, pushing herself towards a thunderous climax. With her thumb she switches on the clit stimulator and then plunges the toy deep within her. The quiver stimulator is now pressed firmly against her love button. Her moans of pleasure fill the air. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh! Oh Fuck YES! Fuck me Jack. Jack. Fuck me.....Frankie! Fuck me Frankie! Yes, Yes, YES!!!" she cries out as her climax takes control of her body. Her moans cause me to lose control and my most primitive urges take over! While in the midst of her orgasm, I climb between her out stretched legs. I roughly grab her toy and remove it from her pussy. She opens her eyes just in time to watch me lick her juices off the slick toy. Without preamble I slam my 8 inch flesh sword deep into Kelly's tiny pussy. We both groan loudly again. I begin sliding my cock rhythmically in and out of her velvety heaven. I quickly feel my seed building up once again in my heavy balls. Wanting this to last, I pull out and tell her to get on all fours. She does as she is commanded without question. Quickly she is on all fours. She wiggles her cute ass at me while I drink in her beauty from this new angle. I am overcome with an urge to taste her. I grasp her fleshy cheeks in my powerful hands and spread them wide. Not waiting for an invitation I plunge my tongue into her tangy pussy. Lapping like a cat at a saucer of milk, my tongue roams all over her juicy snatch. My tongue fucking not only gives me more time to enjoy the moment but brings her to the brink of yet another orgasm. A wickedly dirty idea flashes into my blood deprived brain. Purely on impulse I slip your tongue from her wet snatch and start licking her tight brown anus. This totally new sensations forces Kelly into a screaming orgasm. "AAAAAHHHHH FUCK YES! LICK MY ASSHOLE YOU DIRTY FUCKER! OOOOOOH MMMYYYY GGGGAAAWWWDDD!!! With her climax ripping through her body I once again reposition yourself. Grabbing her hips I pound my fat cock to the hilt into her steaming pussy. I start to fuck her hard, my hips slapping loudly against her fleshy ass. Our groans are barely audible over the skin on skin music. As I continue my assault on her tight love taco, I plunge a thumb into her anus. Once again this causes her to cum. Her pussy puts my dick into a vice grip as her climax explodes. She is so tight I find it difficult to fuck her! I slip my dick from her pussy with a wet sloppy plop. I lay on my back next to her. "Ride my fat cock, you dirty whore. Fuck me until I spray my hot cum against your pussy walls!" Overcome with desire, Kelly quickly mounts me, sliding my fat cock deep into her pussy. She begins to quickly raise and lower herself on my flesh sword. I take a minute to enjoy the sight of her large melons bouncing wildly as she fucks me with reckless abandon. I eventually reach up and take her breasts into my hands, massaging, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. As she nears yet another climax, Kelly buries my cock completely into her. She starts rocking quickly back and forth, scrapping her clit against my pelvic bone. I can feel the head of my cock scrap against rough top of her pussy and her g-spot. I transpose your hands from her breasts to her ass. Roughly I squeeze her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. As she nears her climax once again, Kelly leans down and buries her tongue deep into my mouth. Feeling my own release rapidly approaching I slip the tip of my middle finger into her anus again. She moans into my mouth as I feel her pussy go into convulsions. I plunge my tongue deep into her mouth as I feel my cock begin to swell. Pulling her ass down into my body, my cock explodes! Volley after volley of hot cum is launched deep within her womb. I can feel a hot mixture of our combined juices leak from her hole and slide down my shaft and over my quivering balls. Our joint climaxes finally begin to recede. We break your passionate kiss. With my softening dick still buried in her pussy, Kelly places her head on my shoulder. The room is only filled with the sound of our combined heavy breathing. Gently she raises her head and in a soft voice says, "We can never tell Jack about this. I love him." I reply, "Don't worry Kelly, this will be our little secret; as long as you keep me happy." A Weekend to Remember She waits patiently, legs crossed, knickers getting wetter by the minute. It had already been two hours since she kissed her boyfriend goodbye. She hovers over her mobile, fingers ready to answer a call or reply to a text. She is wondering how it is going, whether there is any chemistry, how cute the guy is? Finally there is a noise, not from her mobile, but from the door. Keys jingling, door being unlocked. She sits up straight and adjusts herself, licking her lips in anticipation. She hears laughter, that had to be a good sign. Eventually two heads appear around the door frame. To her delight, they looked alike: dark hair, flicked forward and across one eye, pretty features albeit male, and slim figures. Smiling widely, she greets them both and nervously offers alcoholic drinks. Heading to the kitchen to mix some cocktails, she notices that they are already kissing passionately. She lets out a contented sigh, something she hadn't meant to do but it is as if she is no longer in control of her own body. In fact, had she have not been leaning against the fridge, she would have likely felt her knees buckle underneath her. She feels a little dribble in her knickers and grins to herself, knowing that they had no idea. Drinks made, she gives one each to the two guys and sits down on the opposing sofa to them, wanting to give them space to be close, alone. Or maybe she just likes the idea of playing the voyeur. She is enjoying watching them flirt, observing the flicks of the hair, brushing up close of arms and legs, play poking and pushing. The conversation is flowing, so is the alcohol. Competitive video gaming seemed so normal until now, watching it be used as a kinky tool; "If you lose, you can put on women's knickers," "Oh really? Well you will get distracted by it, and then you will lose.....guess what your forfeit will be?!" Every time she leaves the room, to go to the bathroom or make up a fresh batch of cocktails, they take the opportunity to move flirtations into something more sexual. She often returns having seen a flash of hands gently moving under cover of a throw or faces pressed into each other tightly, tongues darting and bodies hungry for more. She even dares to peak on one return from the kitchen and then show mock surprise upon seeing a hand clasped firmly around a dick. Unsure of who's she has seen, she returns to the other sofa, heart beating like a drum. The nerves were creeping back...she knew she'd be invited in soon and this was virgin territory. Sure enough, after another mammoth tonguing session, her boyfriend Tom orders her over in his commanding voice, ever the dominant presence in any sexual play they had. She follows his voice obediently and stands over them both excitedly. Tom orders her to kneel down on the floor in front of the sofa and then pushes Jamie's head towards hers, demanding a kiss. This will be Jamie's very first kiss with a girl and he is nervous. He leans forward and she stretches her face to his, still kneeling below him. As they gently touch lips, she naturally brings her body closer to him, causing her breasts to brush his knees, at which point the nerves became arousal and they kiss passionately, tongues probing, hands grabbing hair. Tom leans back, taking it in. He always takes great pleasure in watching his girlfriend kissing one of his paramores, especially when the guy involved is so god damned cute. The playful games are now over, and forfeits must be handed out. Tom and Jamie disappear into the bed to pick out suitable clothing for the punishment, whilst she sits back on the sofa, soaking wet and needing more. They return dressed suitably girly, wearing stockinged hold-ups, skirts, knickers bulging with hardness and tight tops. They continue to play -- video gaming that is -- as if to taunt her, or each other. She can see their bulges, now not hidden under the throw but underneath short gothy skirts and the tiniest of soft panties. Wanting to enjoy them at a closer range, she decides to heckle their games, putting them off, pushing for her to get more involved. Eventually, after much teasing, Tom invites her to their play and she crawls over to them -- on all fours, as instructed -- before standing up in front of the sofa, tights long cast aside, knickers soaking up her wetness. Tom takes Jamie's hand and slips his fingers into her panties. They both glide through effortlessly and take pleasure in her obvious excitement by the events thus far. She sighs deeply and they begin to probe more, sometimes rubbing, sometimes pushing in, moving in synch with one another harder and faster to her inevitable and well rewarded orgasm. Flushed deeply, she finds herself pulled by the hand by Tom to the bedroom. Looking sideways, she can see that his other hand is clasped tightly around Jamie's waist, also dragging him willingly to the bed. Throwing themselves heavily onto the king size bed, they writhe together in passion, arms and legs closing around each other, wanting more. Three bodies move together in unison, breath on each other's necks, tongues darting across whatever bare flesh comes within close vicinity. Tom takes the lead, as the dominant party, pushing Jamie down onto his back and lying on top of him, moving his hips so their panties are pressing hard together. Their dicks bulging out of the flimsy fabric, wetting the satin and each other, they begin to move together. Jamie is even lifting his bum up slightly to push harder against Tom. It is as if the knickers are aware that the two of them are desperate for the bare flesh as they spring back to expose the hardness of their dicks, and they rub harder, and harder, hips moving faster, as they slip tongues into each others mouths yet again. She is again playing the voyeur but just as she tries to sneak a finger down her own knickers, Tom and Jamie begin to move apart and her boyfriend instructs her to suck them both at the same time. She leans forward and takes both dicks into her mouth, flicking her tongue stud over the tip of each of them, teasing them both and licking up their dribbles readily. Tom decides that she deserves a little attention now so pushes her onto her back and presses Jamie's face to her ample breast. As he watches Jamie flick his tongue over her nipple stud, he takes the other breast and sucks her right nipple hard. She moans loudly as the two guys slowly move their hands down her body, still with their faces in her breasts, and they removes her panties so they can really get her off. They again move their fingers in her and around her clit, teasing her and bringing her close to orgasm. Tom demands that Jamie go down on her and Jamie obediently jumps up and moves around the bed to push his face into her soaking wetness, flicking his tongue eagerly across her clit. Tom vies for the prime position between her legs, but can see that Jamie is enjoying his first experience of giving oral pleasure to a female, so bites and licks her thighs instead. She grabs Jamie's head now, pushing her hip upwards and herself into his face. She is orgasming hard now, writhing her body in ecstasy, moaning loudly and catching her breath every so often. Her hands are now in Jamie's hair, pulling at his swept fringe, pulling his tongue harder against her clit. Sighing deeply, she is given a rest now as Tom kisses Jamie, swapping the wetness between them, with tongues darting and lips hard against one another. Tom takes the lead again and moves his and Jamie's bodies to opposing ends, readying them to pleasure each other at the same time. She could be left out at this point, but instead slides a finger into her panties as she moves her head to lean across their sides, observing the mutual sucking and licking that is taking place. She is impressed by Tom's eagerness to put his mouth where he never has before. She can see that he is enjoying his first experience of orally pleasing a guy. A quick glance to Jamie's face, she can see that he is more experienced at this as he moves his mouth and tongue over Tom's dick expertly. She lies there, transfixed by them, barely noticing that they move again and that Tom is about to enter her. She moans with pleasure as she is penetrated but is quickly turned around to face away from them, on all fours. She can no longer see them but hears them whispering and then a condom wrapper being ripped open, so she knows that the next person to enter her will not be her boyfriend. Sure enough, she feels a hard dick pushing against her, then sliding in easily and Jamie's hot excited breath on her neck as he bucks his body in and out of her. She is making so much noise that she doesn't realise right away that she is missing Tom fucking Jamie. Squirming free from the doggie position, she turns around to lie on her back so that Jamie can re-enter her whilst receiving a hard fucking himself. They all move in unison for a while, before she decides to move away slightly, and simply watch the two fucking. Now quite close, Tom moves to her, slips off the condom and enters her to finish in her eager pussy. Jamie doesn't feel left out, instead playing the voyeur himself, sometimes masturbating himself, sometimes letting Tom pull him hard as he fucks her. She orgasms first, hard and loud which brings the guys to orgasm too. Sighing deeply, the three lie sweating, chests heaving, on the king size bed for some time before they can even move. It is decided, without even having to say the words, that Jamie will be staying over. They decide to snuggle down in the bed and all three fall asleep, extremely satisfied by the night's events. The following morning, she awakens first, smiling widely and still very horny. Leaning over to Tom, she stretches her arm across his body in a gentle cuddle, to discover that he is sporting a wonderful morning glory. She kisses his back, gentle at first and then harder as she grows more and more excited, her hand moving up and down his hardness. As she sees him stir, she slows a little, not wanting to startle him but to her delight he moves his hips to push his hardness against Jamie's back, so she can masturbate him and rub his tip on Jamie's flesh. As Jamie seems to stir, Tom reaches his own hand across Jamie's body and starts to pull him, up and down, again slowly at first, then faster and harder, as he hears Jamie's moans of enjoyment, enticing him to take it further. Suddenly, Jamie turns around and forces his face down to Tom's throbbing dick, mouth open and ready. He sucks him hard and moves fast and rhythmically. Tom places his hands on Jamie's head, forcibly pushing him harder onto his dick, appreciating the deepness of the oral he is receiving and quickly must warn Jamie that he is about to cum. Jamie doesn't stop, he wants that seed. Soon after, Tom bucks and she knows that he is cumming. Jamie happily laps it up and emerges from below with a grin on his face, declaring that he tastes very nice. It is soon time for Jamie to leave but Tom has one last thrill for Jamie, as he picks out a pair of tiny pink satin panties for Jamie to wear home under his jeans. Jamie slides them on, revealing that he now cannot contain his new hardness in such tiny knickers. Nonetheless, he is instructed to wear them home and he obliges, more willingly than he would admit. They all exchange a passionate kiss in anticipation of more amazing experiences to follow in the future. For her and Tom, they were deliriously happy from their first bi male threesome experience and agree that it was forever the day that their biggest fantasy came true!