0 comments/ 23032 views/ 0 favorites Life Change By: ufpe Too much beer, or coffee, or what the hell; and here he was desperately trying to find a wide enough shoulder on the rain drenched road to park the beast and make for a hasty retreat into the brush to relieve his bloated bladder. He cursed the car, the road, and everything else he could think of as he squinted into the downpour, aching for the warm relief of his own bed still miles away. Suddenly, the road widened as did the shoulder and he yanked the wheel and jammed on the brakes; skidding to an unsteady perch above a twenty foot drop. The butthead that had been riding his bumper sped past, temporarily burying the car in a lake of flying water. With a quick glance in the rearview, he leapt from the car planting his feet in a large pool of water as a semi sped past from the oncoming lanes; burying him in an unwelcome flood. A burst of obscenities erupted from the frustration within with such velocity that he lost his breath momentarily and slipped over the edge of the embankment; tumbling down into the ravine like a true drunk. Fortunately, the long overcoat protected him from the bulk of branch lashings although his face felt like a refugee from a bad shaving experience by the time he landed at the foot of the ravine in the small stream that had been spawned from the pounding rainstorm. Now beyond frustration, his unwanted descent ended with his torso wrapped around a slimy tree trunk and his briefs slowly filling with the short-lived warmth of his own piss. He began to laugh at himself, the rain, his recently lost love, and his inconsequential life. As the rain drenched him to the bone, he slid deeper into the muck and let reality escape into his alcohol induced euphoria. It was dark and dry when he awoke, and the air was filled with electric whispers as reality slowly returned. She came to him from everywhere, a specter of beauty with shiny blond hair that floated on a whisper breeze. Her skin was pale and her eyes glowed with wanton desire as her full red lips whispered of the desolate times from whence she came. He could not fully understand her sing-song stories as he was completely enraptured by her flawless and innocent beauty. The transparent gown that floated from her delicate shoulders gave tantalizing glimpses of her pert little breasts that were crowned with delicate pink nipples. She came to him and caressed his face with a sweet soothing touch that aroused every fibre of his masculinity. He found himself wanting her more than he had ever wanted anything before unaware that her needs were far more costly than he could imagine. Entranced with her caresses, he closed his eyes as she slowly removed his clothing. His breaths came in ragged bursts as his mind raced to explain this vision of eroticism that had overtaken him during his most desperate hour. Explanations escaped him as her gown drifted from her delicate curves and disappeared into the air. She caressed her captive with the curiosity of a child and the touch of a temptress. He was enraptured by her vitality and the scent of her arousal, and began to touch her private places with unhurried passion. Her response was whispered on the wind as her breath quickened noticeably and her sighs filled the air. Despite his own arousal, he found himself captivated by the magic of her spiraling arousal and was soon focused solely on the ecstasy of her explosive orgasms, triggered only by his touch. She cooed and sighed as her glorious body twisted and swayed in it’s orgasmic song. She turned abruptly and sank his throbbing masculinity deep in her tiny mouth, tracing it’s uniqueness with her tongue as her throat contracted rhythmically around the sensitive crown. All too soon, his prostrate released the life giving cream with explosive force deep into the depths of her throat as she continued to massage his glans with the experience of the ages. His back arched high towards the heavens as his breath came in tattered gasps as she drained the last of his seed with nary a pause. The waves of ecstasy continued to pummel his body as her delicate hands gently massaged his gonads. In the angelic voice of forever, she spoke of her need for his seed, as her kind had long ago lost the ability to procreate and must depend on those who still harbored the life perpetuating cream in their loins to sustain life. His life was explained away simply as one of frustration because of social laws that kept him from attaining his full orgasmic potential. How wasteful his world was; spewing its life giving seed uselessly into the air, into infertile wombs, or into artificial sleeves that captured the precious fluids only to be disposed of as disgusting waste. By sacrificing his lifestyle for her, she could thrive for several lifetimes, basking in his essence while his life would be fulfilled beyond his deepest longings; no longer be manipulated by the fickle attitudes of his controlling partners. Gazing into her wanton eyes, he could see beyond forever, and felt his resistance melt away. A life of loving offered so much more than his life had thus far rendered and would fulfill his deepest desire. In knowing that his very existence would perpetuate the life of another he had finally found his purpose, and his gentle embrace confirmed his commitment forever. Her angelic sigh flowed through the heavens on a graceful wave, touching the souls of even the most hardened, as she returned his embrace with infinite tenderness. Their bodies entwined in an eternal embrace as the ship eased from the rain glistened forest depths into the clouds on a beam of unearthly light. Some say that a bright light was seen arching towards the heavens that night from the woods where he disappeared.. Others say that he lost his mind and disappeared into the depth of the woods where his remains would someday be found by some unsuspecting hiker. No one could ever imagined the happiness he had found in those woods that night in the face of the beautiful creature that had changed his life forever. Life Changes Sometimes a whole life can be changed by one event, one moment in time. This can be a death, a lottery prize, or in my case because my husband had fired a security guard. Let me tell you a little of what my life was like, what happened and the start of my completely different and wonderful new life. I was raised if a large Gulf Coast City of pretty well to do folks. My Mom was a society gal, always doing some ball or charity event. She had come from meager beginnings, Dad had the money in our family. She was always prim and proper, well dressed and never spoke a foul word. Or at least that was the image. When I was 13 she took me into her room to have a “talk” with her. I thought it was going to be about sex and let her know that we had learned all about that in school so she didn’t need to embarrass either of us talking about it again. She told me this wasn’t about sex, but about life and proceeded to tell me something that shaped my life for the next 15 years. She said women have control of 80% of the money in the world and 100% of the sex. Always remember the better you control the sex, the more money you will control. We talked for a long time that night and eventually I asked her if that didn’t make us whores? She said honey all women are whores and all men are johns, you just need to decide if your going to be a high class whore, or if your going to drop your panties for one of these redneck cowboys and end up fucking for grocery money. Wow, I didn’t even know Mom knew how to say fuck! Needless to say I looked at my Mom a little differently after that night. A couple of years later I got a good example of how it worked, Mom wanted a new car, a convertible that she had seen. Her old car was only a few months old but she asked Dad for the new one anyway. I watched Mom go to work on him. She was actually flirting with him, she became much more touchy feely with him. Then one night a couple of weeks into her campaign they went out to dinner. She came down dressed to kill, I mean really looking sharp in heels and a skirt shorter than her usual, silk blouse and perfect makeup. I was still up watching a movie when they came in later and she looked rumpled. Her hose were gone, her blouse was wrinkled and her lipstick was worn off. Dad looked pretty happy though. That weekend he parked a new convertible in the driveway. When he handed Mom the keys she didn’t even go outside to look. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs to their room. I had to know what was going on so I snuck up and listened at the door. They were not making a lot of noise but I could hear Daddy, “ Oh yes, damn your good at that sweetheart, don’t stop keep it up, faster, Oh yes” and on he went. Mom made no sound I could hear. Then his voice became more urgent and took on a shaky tone. “ Yes, yes, please don’t stop” then just a long low moan. Finally I heard Mom in her soft voice, “ you like that did you? Hell yes,” he replied, a little too loud. “Well if you want to cum in my mouth again big boy think Mercedes.” I was shocked! My Mom had just given my dad a blow job and had let him shot off into her mouth. I just couldn’t picture Miss Prim and Proper on her knees sucking a dick! But she had told me all women are whores and all men are johns. At Christmas there was a new Mercedes in the driveway with a big ribbon on it. I followed Mom’s advice through High School dating and into college. My Orchid corsage to senior Prom cost me a night of petting and a date to the homecoming in my freshman year at college earned a lucky Junior a hand job in his car. But finally I met Bill. He was a Senior while I was still a Sophomore, and I feel in love instantly. I went home and talked to Mom about him. He was rich, of course, and good looking, and I was just head over heels for him. Mom reminded me not to give more than I got, and to hold out the only thing I had to offer. Bill didn’t get into my pants until he proposed to me a year later, and didn’t get into my mouth until our honeymoon night in Hawaii. And for the next few years I imitated my Mom, until Bill fired a security guard one day. I was sitting on our sofa listening to some music, knowing that Bill would be home very soon. I usually met him and we shared a few minutes together before dinner. When he came in I got up to fix him a drink as he took off his jacket and laid it over the coffee table. I heard a dull thump as the jacket hit the table. Handing him his drink I asked what in the world is in your coat as I reached a hand into his pocket. I pulled out a cold metal pair of handcuffs. “Where did you get these?” I asked “Fire the guard today and forgot to take them out of my pocket before I came home,” he calmly replied. I held them a looked at them as if I had never seen handcuffs before, and maybe I hadn’t really in person seen a pair. I was fascinated and just turned them over and over in my hands. “You know I have never had a pair of these on before” I told Bill “That’s because you are a good girl and have never been arrested” he said. “Wonder what it feels like?” I mused. “ Well turn around and I’ll show you” he laughed out at me. “You do have the key?” “In the same pocket” he said. I checked, and then finding it smiled at him and turned my back to him holding the cuffs in my hands. I don’t know, there was a strange feeling as he held my wrist and applied the cuffs first to one then the other. The steel sent a chill through my body that wasn’t from the cold of the metal. I turned to face him and smiled teasingly. “What do I have to do to get free sir?” I asked him in a playful voice. “The price of freedom is a kiss” he smiled at me. The cuffs had my arms pulled back, forcing my chest out. Without thinking I pushed my breast out further and said, “ Oh I think you are selling out way too cheap!” For a few seconds Bill didn’t react, then a look came into his eyes that I had never seen before. It was excited and hard at the same time and I thought some of his business competitors must see that look and react with fear. I didn’t scare me, it for some reason just made me horny. Bill reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands and I pushed into his embrace, forcing my breast hard to his strong hands. For seconds he caressed me then he started to undo his neck tie. We were both quiet and I was breathing deeply as he loosened the tie from his neck. Then he started to wrap it around my head, covering my eyes, blindfolding me. I stood as still as a statue as he tied the knot behind my head. Then his hands went to my blouse and started to open the buttons. I trembled as he undid them one at a time, trailing his fingers over my exposed skin as he went from one to the next. He pushed the blouse over my shoulders and it hung on my arms unable to fall free because of the cuffs. I was wearing a matronly white bra, not at all sexy. I heard the draw of the coffee table open and next felt the cold steel of the scissors we keep there slide between my breasts. There is something about having your bra cut off that leaves you more naked than if it were unfastened. The two halves of the bra hung with the blouse as Bills hands touched my cheeks. Slowly they traced down my face across my neck and past my shoulders. His fingers traced the outline of my 34b breast and then stopped to hold my waist. I didn’t know if I could keep standing. I was feeling things that I have never felt before. I knew that my sex was getting wet and my whole body vibrated inside as his tongue touched my nipple. When his mouth closed over me I started to moan and mumble about how good it felt. I pushed into him shamelessly, offering my tits to him. I wasn’t thinking, I was just feeling as I stood there cuffed, blindfolded and topless offering myself to my husband. He pulled his mouth from my nipple and grabbed the front of my slacks with his hand. “Follow me,” he ordered in a voice that I hadn’t heard from him before. Carefully he led me through the house to the master suite. He turned me and pushed me backwards. Onto the bed I hoped, to make love to me. I felt the bedstead post against my back. Our large four poster has four very big post, one at each corner and I was backed into one of these. I felt silk at my throat, a scarf or another tie, wrapping around my neck. I was tied to the bed post by the neck! My body was alive, nerves tingling all over as Bill started to slip my slacks off my legs. My panties matched my bra, basic white and frumpy. Bill ran a feathery touch of his fingertips from my calves up the inside of my thighs and over the fabric of my panties. He spoke for the first time, “ Your panties are all wet girl, did you cum in your pants?” God I was embarrassed! “”No sir” I squeaked out, knowing that my already flushed chest and cheeks were turning a brighter red. “That’s good,” he said, ”I’ll tell you when it’s time for you to cum, do you understand?” His tone left no doubt, and my voice responded without my brain interfering, “Yes sir.” I felt the cool air touch my pussy as he slid the panties over my legs and I stepped out of them. Then I felt the touch of cotton on my neck, moving over my chin. “Do you smell yourself on these?” he asked me, as he held my soaked panties against my lips and just under my nose. It was the sluttiest thing in the world to me as I took a deep breath of my own pussy. “Oh please fuck me!” I blurted out, “Please!” “You want to be fucked?” he asked “Yes! Yes!” “Don’t worry my little whore, you will get all the fucking you need very soon!” He called me a whore! He stood in front of me, right up against me, his clothed body against my naked one. He called me a whore and I was replying by pressing my pussy hard against his body. He reached around and undid the cuff on one hand. Was the game over! No! No! not yet He slipped the blouse and cut bra off my arms then bringing them around in front of me refastened the cuffs. This was much more comfortable without the post digging into my hands. His lips touched my nipple again. First one then the other as he at first gently sucked on them then began to softly bite at the nipples with his perfect teeth. His hands played with my neck and face as he tormented me with his lips. “What are you doing?” He asked “Huh?” came from me. “Your hands, what are you doing with your hands?” he said I hadn’t even realized it but I was playing with myself as he sucked my nipples. “Tell me!” he commanded “I am playing with myself,” I replied “Playing with what?”, he asked. “My pussy,” I said in a low voice, “I am playing with my pussy.” “Good girls don’t play with themselves do they?” he asked. “No sir,” I replied again in a low voice. “If you are not a good girl what are you then?” “I’m a bad girl.” “What’s another name we call bad girls?” he coached “Whore” I said, quickly followed by my plea, Please, please fuck me!” “What else do we call a whore?” “Slut!, we call a whore a slut!” I shouted at him “Play with your pussy and tell me what you are and what you want!” he said in a clam tone. “I’m your slut,” I said as my fingers found my clit again, “and I want you to fuck me.” I had never talked like this, not even with my girlfriends, but I didn’t care. I would do anything to get him to push me onto the bed and take me. “Keep playing with your pussy and tell me just what you want me to do. Remember, don’t cum until I tell you to.” “I want you to put me on that bed and put your hard dick in my pussy, I want to feel you slipping in and out of my hot, wet pussy and I want to feel you fill me up with your hot cum.” It was the truth and it didn’t matter that I had never before said anything like it to him. But I wasn’t finished, more words came out unfiltered by my brain. It was as if my sex was hooked directly to my mouth. “I’m your slut, I want you to use me and I want to take your cock in my cunt and milk it dry. I want to feel your hard dick in my hands and in my mouth and in my pussy. I want to fuck you like never before, I want to be your bitch whore slut for you to use any way you want!” My brain wanted to rebel, but was instantly cut off as my fingers plunged into my sopping wet pussy and my whole body vibrated with the approaching orgasm. “STOP” Came the command, and I did He pulled my arms up and placed them behind my head. “Do not move your hands,” he told me. I heard him walk off to our bathroom, and then return a moment later. He came to me and ran his hands over my body. My entire body shook, I was sweating even in the air conditioned room and I could feel my bush matted against my pussy with my own juice and the wetness on the insides of my thighs. I didn’t care. He took my right nipple in his fingers and firmly pinched it. It was hard and ached to be touched as he lightly kissed it with his lips. I felt something cold touch the nipple and then squeeze it tight, the same process took place on the other one. My body bucked against the pressure of the clamp both wanting to be free of it and wanting more. ( I learned later that it was spring loaded hair clips) His fingers again trace over my body and across my belly to my sex. He touched me and I forgot about the clamps and jerked to him. He pushed my legs apart and I gladly opened them for him. His fingers found my clit and played with it, flicking it and rubbing my own juice over it. I was about to cum when I felt the same cold touch on my clit. The clamp was agony at first, or at least I thought it was as ripples coursed through my body. But the moans that came from me did not sound like crys of pain, they sounded like ecstasy. “Don’t move” he said and for the first time that night I felt the familiar soft touch of his lips on mine. That tender touch conveyed all his love for me, total complete love and stirred the love in my heart for him to mix with the power of sex. I have never felt anything like it before. I whispered against his lips, “anything” “Anything?” “Yes my love, anything” I heard him walk away and was left there. It was as if all my skin was stripped off and every nerve exposed, and all of them were attached to my nipples and clit. I was in an agonizing sexual ecstasy that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to move my hands, to free my nipples and touch myself, but he had said not to move. So I endured the pleasure and pain. He returned in what seemed to be hours, but was only a couple of minutes. “I’m going to dress you now,” he said as he walked past me to our closet. I couldn’t imagine what I was going to get dressed for when all I wanted was to be naked riding his dick. He touched my ankle and I raised my foot, then the other as he slipped a skirt over my legs. From the feel of it it was pretty short! Then he pulled my hands down and undid the cuff again. He slid a shirt over my arms and buttoned it in the front. Then he told me to step into my shoes. It was heels, and they felt as if they were the highest pair I owned. If he wanted to play dress up with me I was willing, but I had the instinctive feeling that this was more than that. He untied my neck from the post and walked me across the room. There he stood me still and released the blindfold. “I wanted you to see what you looked like”, he told me as I faced our full length dressing mirror. I was in my tennis skirt, and it was very short, only dropping an inch below my sex. I had on a sheer white blouse that I had never worn without a camisole and a jacket. You could plainly see my breasts and nipples through it, White three inch heels finished the outfit. “What do you look like.” he asked. I could see my distended nipples, the bright flush on my cheeks, the light glisten on the wetness of my thighs, I knew the answer he wanted, and he was right. “I look like a slut.” “Whose slut are you,” he asked. Anything, I remembered saying as I answered him, “I am your slut sir, and I will do anything you want of me” He stepped back into the closet as I stood there looking at the stranger in the mirror. He had taken off the nipple clamps when he dressed me, but I still had the one on my clit. I raised my short skirt and looked at it. It was just a simple spring loaded hair clip, but it sent wave after wave of pleasure/pain through my body with each movement. I touched it and felt my body shiver. “Go ahead, take it off,” he said as he walked back near me. I let the clip loose, and when I did I fell to my knees as the blood rushed back into my clit and I came instantly. I couldn’t move as I kneeled there throbbing in climax and my juice running out of me and over my thighs. He laughed and brought a white silk scarf around my eyes to again shut out the rest of the world. Kissing my neck and ears he helped me to my feet and lead me from the house. The outside of our house is well lighted with landscaping lights and I wondered what our neighbors were going to think if they saw me dressed like this and being led to the car in the driveway. Bill lead me around to the car door and helped me inside. I knew that I was showing my bare pussy to anyone that happened to look. I am a short girl, only 5’3” and I hoped that my almost naked breasts were below the window edge. I could feel my wet thighs sticking to the car leather seat, and it made me laugh as I thought of someone else getting in the car and smelling me. We started off, and once Bill was settled into the drive he told me to turn in the seat with my back to the door. I did, and I raised one leg into the seat to be more comfortable. With the blindfold on all I could do is visualize what I must look like sitting there with my skirt up to my lap. I could feel the top of the door on my shoulder blades so I knew that I would be visible to anyone in a taller vehicle that happened to look. As we drove I could hear the other traffic going past. Funny about the blindfold, it somehow isolated me from them. They might be seeing my naked pussy, or breasts through my very thin blouse, but I wasn’t aware of it so it didn’t matter. After a couple of minutes I heard a buzzing sound from Bill’s side of the car. “Do you recognize that sound?” he asked I did, it was my vibrator. I did think he knew I had one. I used it when he was away or when I was withholding my pleasures from him as Mom taught me long ago. “Yes sir.” “Open your blouse,” he said. Without any hesitation I started to unbutton my blouse until it was undone and then I spread it out, baring my breasts to him and anyone else that wanted to look. “Now take this and play with your sweet pussy for me my pretty little slut,” he instructed me. He placed the vibrating plastic shaft in my cuffed hands and I moved it obediently to my wet pussy. He was calling me a whore and slut and that is exactly what I was acting like. “When we get where we are going will you fuck me then, will you stick that hard cock in your slut?” I asked. “Oh yes, you will be well fucked before we’re done tonight!” I took the vibrator out of my pussy and placed it against my clit as my body shuddered nearing a climax. “Remember slut, don’t come unless I tell you to. From now on even if I am not around at the time you have to ask me before you cum. Call me at the office and get my permission if I’m not at home.” “ I think I am going to shave your pussy too.” He added “I know I haven’t kept it trimmed lately,” I commented. “No, you misunderstand, I am going to shave it bare, a slut needs a bare pussy, don’t you think?” “If it would get your dick in me I’ll let you shave my head!” I laughed out at him. “I kept myself right on the edge of cumming as we drove alone. I played with my nipples and slipped the vibrator in and out of my pussy. I kept thinking that people could see me, and they probably could and did, but with my eyes covered I couldn’t tell for sure and told myself it didn’t matter. I peaked nearer to my orgasm each time I thought about it though and wondered if I really wanted people watching me fuck myself like this. Life Changes Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I was in my 48th year when my 44 year old wife of 23 years was informed that she had lung cancer. With the prospect of a long battle for her health ahead of us, I made arrangements with my long time business partner to sell my half of our very successful dot.com business and devoted my time to being with my wife and helping her get through this problem. The battle proved to be long and painful. My wife went through chemotherapy, each treatment causing her so much pain she could barely sit up for a day. Eating was iffy for her at best; no matter what I tried to fix for her or how good it smelled and looked, it turned her stomach upside down. About the best thing I could do was hold her until she could go to sleep. After the course of chemo was finished, there was a period of waiting to see the results. It was discouraging when they proved to have virtually no impact. The doctors put her on radiation. In some ways it was less invasive than the chemo but not much. Wanda suffered terribly, and I suffered for her, unable to do much of anything to ease her pain. In a little over three years, it was over. Wanda finally told the doctors that she would take no more treatments except for pain killers. For her last days, she lived on morphine and intravenous drips. The days turned into weeks and finally years after Wanda's funeral. I didn't feel like getting up in the morning, let alone doing anything worthwhile. It took a long time before the pain of losing Wanda began to slowly heal. I began taking long walks, both for exercise and to help clear my mind. I spent hours working in the yard, designing and installing a flower garden with walking paths and benches for enjoying the flowers. By the time the flowers were maturing in late summer, I was beginning to enjoy my evenings sitting in the garden, smelling and looking at the flowers. I was sitting in my garden one evening when I heard a voice. "Hallo?" "Hello," I responded, guiding the disembodied voice toward the back of the garden. A few seconds later, a young woman came striding down the walkway toward me, peeking around the flowering bushes to spot me on the bench. 'Hi. Are you the owner of this house?" "Yes, I am. What can I do for you?" The young woman came over and sat on the end of my concrete bench. "I'm Kaley Forst. I wanted to ask you about your house." "Yes? I'm Kyle Goodwin. What about my house?" "Well ... I understand that you are now the only one who lives here and I'm desperately in need of a room to rent by the time the college term begins. I was wondering if you had considered renting any of your vacant space." "No, I haven't," I replied. "Why my house?" "Well ... I don't know if you are aware but the college enrollment has grown by leaps and bounds the last three years and this year is expected to set a record. Housing, both at the school and in town, has not kept pace. A lot of kids are out walking the streets looking for anyone willing to rent rooms. If I don't find something, I won't be able to go to school because my parents live too far away." "Ah, yes, I see," I responded. "So ... is there any chance you'd be willing to rent me a room?" "Well ... I guess maybe I could do that. Why don't we walk up to the house and talk about it?" "Okay! I'd love to." We walked side by side back toward the house with Kaley oohing and aahing about the brilliant colors of my flowers. I stopped a couple of times to explain what certain ones were and she seemed very interested. I felt my own interest beginning to stir, having a sweet-smelling young lady standing so close that we brushed arms several times. I suppose it didn't hurt that she was dressed in typical uniform of the young these days – beige tank top, bare midriff, tight black shorts, spotlessly white tennis shoes, and short white socks. Her figure, composed of jutting breasts, modest waist, nicely rounded bottom, and shapely legs, contributed to my growing interest. I offered my hand to help her up the steps onto the back deck and then led her through the sliding glass doors into the passage between the family room and kitchen. A quick tour led us to the dining room and formal living room and a quick look at the downstairs bathroom. Then I followed her up the stairway, watching her young bottom swirling from side to side with each step. It had been a long time since such emotions had stirred within me but it seemed like I hadn't forgotten how to get hard looking at a curvy female body. At the top landing, I quickly stepped in front of Kaley, so she wouldn't see my erection, and guided her around the four bedrooms. I had made few changes in the master bedroom from the way Wanda had left it and neither had I changed the bedroom that she had made into a sewing room. However I knew that I had to change both of those rooms if I was really going to move on. Although the other two rooms were set up with a bedroom suite each, the only use they have ever had was when an occasional relative visited for a few days. Kaley was very appreciative of the way the rooms were decorated and the cleanliness of the entire house. I explained that I owed much of that to the maid service that came in weekly to clean, ever since Wanda had gotten sick. I just was too lazy to stop their service and I liked the way they kept the house. It didn't hurt my feelings that she turned to me several times during the tour and put a hand on my arm or shoulder to exclaim about something that caught her fancy. We went back downstairs where Kaley asked what I would charge to rent her one of the bedrooms. I said I really didn't know what room rent should be and inquired if she would expect any of her meals to be included. She said she could provide her own groceries if I could let her use the kitchen facilities, which would not be a problem. The way I figured it, I was paying the mortgage without any problems so any incoming money from rent would be found money, so I quoted a figure as a monthly rate. I thought Kaley was going to have a heart attack. She turned and stared at me with open mouth, her right hand over her heart. "Mr. Goodwin! You can't be serious! Rooms like this in houses not nearly this nice are going for three times that much here in town. Don't you want to raise that somewhat?" "Hm ... no, I don't think so. I'm not looking to make a lot of money on the deal. You can take it or leave it, I guess." She nearly jumped into my arms. As it was, she put her arms around my neck and covered my face with kisses. I felt her big round breasts pressing into my chest and couldn't help the reaction down below. I even let my hands wander a little to the beginning of the curve of her butt, but at least I refrained from squeezing, even though that's what I really wanted to do. When she stepped back and breathlessly thanked me, she asked how much deposit I wanted. Having the good sense to think ahead, I asked if one-third of a month's rent would be okay and again she looked at me like I was out of my mind. When I confirmed that was my real price, it earned me another tight hug ... and more rubbing of those beautiful tits. By then I had a full-blown hard-on and she crushed it against my stomach, so she had to be aware of it but she simply ignored it. I asked when she would be moving in and she said she'd like to get that done by the middle of the next week so she could be settled in by the time she had to register. I informed her that it would not be a problem. She wrote me a check for the deposit and first month's rent and I gave her a spare key to the front door. I watched as she walked down the sidewalk, waved at me, and headed up to the thoroughfare to catch a bus. When I went back into the house and sat for a while, I wondered if I had done the right thing. I really didn't know very much about Kaley and now I had opened my home to her. She was so much younger than me that I'm sure we wouldn't have very much in common and people would probably wonder what an old man like me was doing harboring a sweet young thing like her. Oh, well, what th' hell did I care about what people thought anyway! I went back to working in my garden. Wednesday afternoon of the following week, I heard a vehicle stop in front of my house and went to take a look. It was a pick-up truck towing a small covered U-Haul trailer so I figured Kaley had arrived. Kaley got out of the right side of the truck while an older version of her climbed out of the driver's position. I went out to meet them. Kaley said, "Mr. Goodwin, this is my mother, Mary Ann Forst." She nudged me and laughed. "You can tell she's southern because she goes by a double name." I extended my hand and took the warm, soft hand of her mom. Mary Ann explained that her husband could not get away from work so she decided to drive Kaley to school. "Mr. Goodwin?" Kaley asked. "I just found out this morning that two girls from my high school had hoped to come to school here but have been unable to find housing. I was wondering if you would consider renting them the other bedroom." I thought about it for a couple of minutes, mostly wondering if I could survive in a house with three energetic ... and sexy ... teenage girls. I knew I could but I'd probably have to do a lot of thinking about vile smells and stomach-turning sights to keep from embarrassing myself. Then I told Kaley that I'd be willing to try it under the same arrangement I had with her. She produced a cell phone and called someone, I assume one of the girls, and they had a twenty minute talk. From Kaley's expression, it was apparent that the girl was exuberant about the possibilities. When Kaley hung up, she said that Jackie was ecstatic about the idea and would call Hope, then let us know. If they both accepted, they would try to be there before the end of the week. We spent the next couple of hours carrying Kaley's things upstairs to the room she selected. Mary Ann expressed her approval of Kaley's room in particular and the house in general, but when we finished in early evening and I took her for a walk in my garden, she really loved it. I offered to fix a meal for the three of us but Mary Ann said that she had to get her husband's pick-up back to him that night so he would have it for work the following day – it must have been an essential tool in his work. Just before climbing into the cab, she gave me a big hug and asked me to take care of her daughter. As we were walking back inside, Kaley's phone rang. It was Jackie reporting that she and Hope would be arriving Friday afternoon sometime and asked that I not rent the room to anyone else. I assured Kaley that I wouldn't. Since we were both tired, we fixed sandwiches for dinner and then sat in the family room to watch some TV and relax. However Kaley was anxious to get her room into livable shape so she went upstairs after just a few minutes. I waited until the late news went off and then climbed the stairs to my room. I cleaned up and then retired, feeling a little strange in my own house. I couldn't get to sleep right away or I wouldn't have heard the soft squeak of the door opening nor the whispered, "Mr. Goodwin? Are you still awake?" "Yes, Kaley. What can I do for you?" "I guess I was feeling a little lonely, being away from home. Can I snuggle with you for a while?" Now that was an offer I couldn't refuse. I held the sheet up and said, "Sure, come on in." Just before she climbed into bed, I got a quick glimpse of her form. She was wearing a white T-shirt, cutoff to just barely cover her breasts, and a white pair of bikini panties. Her body was perfectly silhouetted in the soft moonlight from the window. Then the bed was shifting as she climbed in under the covering sheet and didn't stop until she was laying on my outstretched arm facing me, her body pressed against mine. Kaley tucked her head under my chin and snaked her top arm over my side until she was pulling us firmly together. Of course my penis began to grow hard from the moment I saw her curvy body and by this time it was standing tall and proud, pushing against her stomach as we hugged. "Kaley?" "Um, hum?" "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?" She giggled. "Uh, huh." "And that's all right with you?" "Uh, huh." "Okay. Just so you know. I can't apologize for feeling that way." "Good. I would hate for you to feel bad about ... liking me." "No, I don't feel bad. I'd just like to ... " "Yes? What would you like to do?" "Well ... maybe I'd better not say." "Please! Tell me!" And she squirmed her bottom into my crotch, making it even harder. "Kaley, I don't ... I don't know if it is appropriate for an old man like me to talk about what he'd like to do to a young lady like you." "Why not, Mr. Goodwin? Aren't they honest feelings?" "Well, yes, they are honest feelings. But a sweet young thing like you needs a younger man to ... " "Stop, Mr. Goodwin. If I want a younger man, I'm sure I can find a younger man, don't you think? Right now I don't want a younger man, Mr. Goodwin. I want you." "You do?" I groaned from the implications. I wondered if I could even do justice to such a pretty, sexy woman after not being with anyone for so long. "Yes, I do," she replied softly, as her hand moved around my side, into the waistband of my shorts and found the tip of my throbbing erection. "Mmm, that feels good," I said. "I like the way it's nice and hard for me," Kaley whispered. Without warning, Kaley straddled me and eased herself down until my shaft was engulfed in her hot slick pussy; I didn't even know when she took off her panties. Holding herself above me, she taunted me with her swinging tits, moving up and down and side to side, causing them to gently smack the side of my face while I tried in vain to capture one in my mouth. Maybe I could have done it if I could have wrested one of my hands from her butt but I was having too much fun squeezing her bottom and stroking a finger over her anus. When I was finally successful in closing my lips around one of her nipples, she seemed content to let me suck. In fact the way she pressed her globe into me let me think she liked having it vacuumed out. Not long after that, Kaley began talking non-stop. "Yes, that's it, honey, suck me. I like to have my titties sucked. It makes me feel good. I like the feel of your big cock in my pussy too. Fuck me, baby, let me feel your cock in my pussy. Oh, yes, finger my ass, sugar, oh, yesssss, I LIKE that." At that point, I slipped the first joint of my middle finger into her anus and, whether it was my cock in her pussy, my finger in her ass, or a combination of the two, she shook with pleasure and began to fuck herself with short strokes. "Yes, honey, finger my ass, I love your cock in my pussy, fingerfuck my bottom, baby, suck my tits, pleaseeee!" And then she came. Kaley lay along my torso for a while, occasionally grasping my still erect cock with her pussy, until her hips began to rotate. It was just the hint of movement at first but as her lust grew again, so did the range of her motion, until she was humping me hard and fast. Again she started talking non-stop, talking about everything that felt good to her, which seemed to be everything. She talked right up to the time she tensed up and climaxed again. This time when she collapsed along my form, I wrapped my arms and legs around her and lurched to the side, turning us over. I lifted her legs to my shoulders and plunged my cock back into her slick depths. For the next few minutes, I drove into her unmercifully until I felt that unique precursor in the pit of my being that signals the arrival of my orgasm. Kaley's mouth was talking even faster than I could fuck her, telling me how much she loved each and every feeling. With two more hard thrusts, I pulled her hips to me and held us crushed together as my balls began to empty hot sticky cum into her womb. Just as the last of my load was oozing into Kaley, her hips jerked off the mattress, her legs clamped harshly about my ass, and she came again. Kaley didn't bother to go back to her room that night – it would have been too much trouble. And neither of us minded. I thought it was magnificent to wake up with a warm, soft, curvy female body cuddled up to me the next morning. She was famished, though, and pulled me to the kitchen to make breakfast, not even bothering to put on clothes. I didn't see much of Kaley the rest of that day. After breakfast, she showered, dressed, and went to the university to take care of some business. I spent a good part of my day back in the garden, pulling weeds or sitting on one of the benches enjoying the fragrant air. Friday afternoon, I was very pleased when an old car pulled into the driveway loaded to the top, including a large rooftop carrier, with the belongings of two girls. Hope and Jackie jumped out of the car and hugged Kaley, who introduced them to me. We took them inside for a tour of the house and they seemed delighted with their arrangements. We all pitched in and helped carry their stuff inside. I have to say I was impressed with both of the girls. They were both very pretty, Hope a brunette, Jackie a blonde with brown roots. Both of them were dressed in tube tops and short shorts, sneakers and bobby socks. Both of them were built like Kaley, with large breasts, round butts, and shapely legs. Both of them had a tan that showed no lines that I could see. None of the three girls seemed inhibited in the slightest to be around me, or to show a lot of skin, or even to making occasional contact as we worked. After everything was in, I invited the girls to take a break and offered each a soft drink while we sat in the den and got to know each other. All three of the girls were very outgoing, where I tended to be a little on the quiet side. It was invigorating to be near so much energy and youth. The girls all went up to bed before me and I followed after watching the news and weather. I took a shower to help me cool off and sleep better and then climbed between the cool sheets of my bed. I thought Kaley might come back to my bed so I was delighted when I heard the door squeak slightly as it was being opened. However it was Jackie who whispered, "Mr. Goodwin? Are you still awake?" "Yes," I replied. "What can I do for you?" She came striding over to my bed and the glimpse I got of her made it look like she was naked! And she was followed by Hope ... and Kaley. Suddenly I was surrounded by naked nubile young women, as they pulled my cover sheet down and climbed into bed with me. "We just wanted to tell you how grateful we are that you let us stay in your home," Jackie said. I almost didn't catch all of that statement because I was distracted when Hope's hand captured my flaccid penis and began fondling it. Jackie crawled over me and lowered her sweet mouth to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth to duel with my own. I felt her hefty tits rubbing my shoulders as she squirmed, putting her arms around my neck for leverage. Someone – I couldn't see because Hope was blocking my vision – engulfed my cock in a warm mouth and began bobbing slowly up and down my now-erect shaft. I raised an arm to hold Hope, not realizing that she had straddled it; my hand stopped moving at her wet pussy. She sighed into my mouth, then renewed her efforts to touch my tonsils. Gasping for air, I finally got enough separation from Hope to speak. "Girls, I really appreciate this ... but you don't have to do this. I'm happy to have you living here and it is nice to be able to help you out. You don't ..." Life Changes Jackie had been sucking my cock, because the mouth lifted off my shaft and her voice said, "We know we don't have to, Mr. Goodwin. But we all decided that we want to. We hope you don't mind. Kaley told us that you were really good to her and we wanted to find out for ourselves." Hope said something in concurrence and then pressed one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I sighed again and sucked at her stiff bud. I surely wasn't going to argue with logic like that. The night turned out to be a hard one on an old man but I finally managed to visit all three of their sweet treasures, loving the attention of six hands, six large tits, and three mouths along the way. The night was well into the early morning hours before we settled down to sleep, all in my big bed. In the early light of pre-dawn, I awoke with a demanding pressure on my bladder. It took a few moments to realize just where I was – in a tangle of arm and legs and soft female flesh. I very carefully extracted myself and eased out of bed, managing to make it to the bathroom just in time. When I got back, I studied the beautifully sexy scene before me and then eased back into my former position, carefully arranging the arms and legs and bodies as they had been before I got up. They slept on, seeming not to notice, except that Kaley snuggled up to my butt a little tighter than before. In the days – and nights – that followed, I would have other opportunities to enjoy the treasures of Hope and Jackie, although they seemed to delight in each other a little more. Kaley, while not rejecting the attention of the other girls, seemed to lean more to my side of the fence, usually opting to sleep in my bed instead of her own. Outside of the house – and my garden, we didn't do much together. They were much too busy with school work, study and other activities, as was understandable. Occasionally some errand would come up and one, two, or all three of them would go with me to take care of whatever it was, but those things didn't happen often. However I found that the girls all were big fans of breakfast. They all made that their big meal of the day and often ate very simple things, like cold sandwiches or canned ravioli for dinner. Usually they were out of the house for lunch so I don't know what or how well they ate. When I learned how much they all liked breakfast, I asked them to let me take them out for breakfast – or brunch – on Saturday, my treat. It wasn't a bad deal for me since a good breakfast is still the cheapest meal to buy. Our area had a plethora of family restaurants, although many of them were patronized by working men taking their morning break for coffee and a late breakfast or by older couples without families, since my neighborhood was home to an abundance of such people. The family restaurants served basically the same menu of foods, with just minor differences, and the girls and I liked them all equally Right from the first time I took the three of them to one of those restaurants, I was amazed and pleased at the looks I got from the people around us. Here was an obviously older man, surrounded by three beautiful young women dressed to show off their curvy figures and more than a little skin, and they were wondering what my relationship was with them. I could see the gears turning in some of their minds. Was he their father? Probably not because they didn't look that much alike although the girls all had similarly voluptuous figures. Was he their lover? Surely not! An old man like that couldn't possibly satisfy all those energetic young women – could he? Maybe he was a college professor and they were his students. Yeah, right! One Saturday, we were shown to a booth in a sparsely populated restaurant. I slid into one side followed by Kaley, while Hope and Jackie sat opposite us. After we had ordered, I looked around and noticed an older man sitting alone at a table near us. He had his eyes on us with one of those incredulous expressions. Throughout our meal, I would look back occasionally and there he was, still looking at our group, wondering what was going on. I began to get a devilish little idea. When I finished eating, I leaned toward Kaley and put my hand on her thigh. She smiled at me questioningly so I told the girls about the old man who had been watching us. I wanted to give him something to think about. Her smile broadened as did the spread between her knees. I eased my hand up to her crotch and rubbed her pussy, obvious enough that the man could see. His eyes bugged out like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. As the girls were finishing their food, Kaley leaned forward into a huddle with the other two and they whispered something I couldn't hear. Just after the waitress took my money, the girls got up and, in a group, approached the old man. Not wanting to miss out, I was a step behind them. Jackie, the only one wearing a blouse, leaned over his table on her elbows, pushing her tits together into the open gap at the top of her blouse, inviting him to gaze at her twins. Kaley, standing beside his chair close enough that his arm brushed her abdomen, leaned forward and rubbed a hand across his crotch. Hope bent so that her mouth was near his ear, and said, "Yes, he IS our sugar daddy. He gets to fuck all three of us just as often as he wants to. Do you wish you were him?" The old man nodded his head vigorously but was too dumbfounded to speak coherently, saying, "I ... I ... uh ... who ... wha..." Hope kissed him on the cheek and we walked away, probably leaving one very confused old man. The girls are now in their fourth year at the university and all of them are on course to graduate in the spring. Kaley has been contacted by a local company about accepting a position in their office when she graduates so she has talked with me about making arrangements to stay with me year-round. I even suggested that she could simply move her things into my bedroom since she is now spending every night in my bed, but only under the stipulation that she stop paying the rent – I had begun to feel badly about taking it, even if it was well below the market value. She laughed at me, but agreed to my conditions. Hope and Jackie are still uncertain what they will do after graduation but don't want to move back to their hometown because of a shortage of jobs there. I have told them that they are welcome to stay with me if they decide to remain in the city after graduation. They both are hoping that an upcoming job fair will help them decide their future. Kaley mentioned that the bulletin board at the student union building is overrun with notes from students looking for housing for the following year. Apparently the housing market has never caught up with the demand from incoming students, even though the school has built four new dormitories in those four years. It amazes me how the student enrollment has skyrocketed in the last decade or so. I still spend a lot of time in my garden. In my area, we're even lucky enough to grow a few flowering plants all year round so I keep some color going even when the deciduous trees have lost their leaves. I always look forward to the springtime when I can cultivate the flowerbeds and plant new flowers again, because we all love the brilliant colors and delicate trimmings of the plants. Looking back on it, I am amazed at the changes I've gone through in my life. I always knew that change was inevitable but I had assumed that it usually would be unpleasant. Now I know that a lot of life changes can be wonderful. The end Life Changes My life, I thought, took a turn for the worse when my wife and I moved in with her folks. A lot of things changed for us. What privacy we use to enjoy was no longer there. Oh we still had privacy, just not the level we had been accustomed to. We lived in their basement, which may not sound very nice – oh but it was! It was like living in an apartment. There was a kitchen, full bath, bedroom and living room. It even had a separate entrance, so if we really wanted to, we did not have to see her parents at all. But all four of us like to golf, and all four of us get along great so there was no reason for us to seclude ourselves in the basement. The one thing where the lesser amount of privacy affected us was in our sexual freedoms. When we had our own place it was not uncommon for my wife and I to walk around in various stages of undress, if not fully nude. My wife had quite a few sex toys, as did I, littered our apartment. Next to the remote in the living room would be a vibrator, Ben won balls for her and silk lips for me. The foot rest on one side had a wonderfully crafted pussy and ass fashioned after some porn star's nether region attached to it while the other side had a big 7 inch dildo for my wife. The kitchen table had similar things fastened to it. Porn magazines were in every room and hard core triple X DVDs littered the floor in front of the entertainment center like video games in a teenager's room. Jamie, my wife, is just as perverted as I am. She loves watching or reading porn and playing with all the toys. She has shoulder length brown hair with blond highlights, crisp blue eyes, and full lips. She is strikingly beautiful. Jamie is five feet six, one hundred and twenty pounds. She has perfect breast, each an over flowing hand full. She has a toned stomach and tight round ass and shaved pussy. She loves showing off her body and loves how good she can make it feel. I'm five feet ten, one hundred and eighty pounds with a nice whopping ten inch cock. Both my balls and my dick are shaved leaving nothing hidden. I like showing off my body more than my wife and I especially love playing with my big dick. Other people are addicted to cigarettes or gambling or even drinking and drugs. I'm addicted to my wife's body and my dick. We don't sleep around. We never have nor did we ever need to. With both of us being full blown perverts, we had wonderful times pleasing each other, watching each other and showing off for each other. With all the porn we had a plethora of ideas to pull from. We had set up our apartment for that purpose. Whenever the mood struck either of us we did what we wanted to ourselves or each other or told the other what we wanted to see them do. My favorite was to come home from work, strip naked, sit on the couch, idly stroke my cock while watching The Naked News (a show where the female news and weather crew take their clothes off during the broadcast). Meanwhile Jamie would be fucking herself silly with the dildo on the foot rest right in front of me so I could hear her and see her while watching the news. When the show was over and she came, we'd go into the kitchen to eat dinner. I always finished eating before her. I would then stand up and fuck the soft pussy attached to my end of the table while waiting for her to finish with her meal. I'd rock the table while she tried to pick up food rolling around her plate. "That's right Jason," she would say between bites. "Fuck the table's pussy like you want to fuck mine. Show me what I'm missing." That and many different variants of that were everyday occurrences. Now, all the toys and porn was packed away. We still slept nude and had sexual games in our room, behind a locked door, but that was it. No other nudity, no other sexual perversions. About a year after moving into my's house all that changed. Jamie was sitting in the upstairs kitchen when I cam home from work. She greeted me with a kiss and groped my cock through my pants, a greeting that usually caused my dick to stir and today was no exception. However, when she took her hand away she saw that it was dirty. I am always dirty when I come home from work, today though I was particularly foul. "Go into the laundry room and strip," Jamie commanded. "Everything, including your underwear and put it in the washing machine and start it. You can tell me how your day went after you get that going." "Okay," I said. Here parents were still at work and would be coming home in an hour or so. I should have plenty of time to get my clothes in the wash and go downstairs and get clean ones on. I was in the laundry room for maybe five minutes when I walked back into the kitchen headed for the door down to the basement. I stopped cold a couple of feet into the kitchen. Jamie was sitting at the kitchen table talking with her mother. At my appearance they both turned to me. It was only natural, you see movement out of the corner of your eye and you turn to see what it is. Because I thought only my wife and I were home, I never bothered covering up. So I stood there naked, bald flaccid cock and balls hanging for both women to see. Carol, my mother, just stared. Her eyes were wide with an "oh my god" look on her face. I could not tell if she was just shocked or pissed off. Jamie smiled but then looked worriedly at her mother. It was maybe three seconds, if that. I figured the damage had been done. Within four steps I passed Carol so the remaining five steps to leave the kitchen she was watching my ass that is if she bothered to watch me walk across her kitchen naked. I did not even bother covering up. I could not hide my ass from her. The total time from when they saw me till the half wall that separated the kitchen from the living room blocked their view was maybe five or six seconds. Five steps later I disappeared down the stairs to the basement. To say I was scared would be the truth. Even though I knew my mother and we got along great, I had no idea what her thoughts about nudity were. Was she a prude? Did she adhere to a strict modesty code? You would think, after living with someone for a year I should know these answers. Heck I have been married to her daughter for four years, but we never talked about it, the subject never came up. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and headed back upstairs to face my mother-in-law. I tried to think up some sort of apology but could not think straight. When I could see into the kitchen over the half wall, Jamie and Carol were still sitting at the table much the same way I left them. Neither was talking. Jamie's back was to me and she turned in my direction when she saw her mom look over at me as I approached the table. "I, uh," I started as I sat down at the table with these to beautiful women. Carol was nothing more than a slightly older version of my wife. People easily thought that they were sisters. "You what?" Carol asked. "You're sorry? Sorry for what? Walking through my kitchen nude or me catching you walk through my kitchen nude? I can't possibly see how sorry you are when you never even bothered to try and cover yourself." "It's just. . ." I started. "I know," Carol cut in. "Jamie told me you were dirty and that you were told to put your clothes in the wash. She also said that the two of you walked around your apartment nude all the time and that this was a momentary lapse." I looked at my wife and she nodded. "It's ok," Carol said. "What?" I said in surprise. "I said it was ok," Carol laughed. "I'm not some stick in the mud. Plus it was nice to see something that good in my kitchen for a change." I looked over at Jamie. She was watching me with a big smile on her face. They must have gone mad. Either that or I just was not hearing them right. "While you were downstairs, mom said that if you want," Jamie explained, "you can walk around bare dicked and balls-ass naked. Just as long as my dad is out of town." "When's that?" I found myself asking. I would love to be naked again. I wanted to be naked again. It had been so long. If my mother liked what she saw and wanted to see my body some more then I was all for showing her, especially if my wife liked the idea. "Just before you walked out here and showed us your little friend," Jamie said with a smile. "Mom was telling me that dad had left for Sioux Falls at noon today and won't be back until Monday next week. That's why she was home so early. She had gotten off to be with him before he left and then went out shopping waiting for us get home." "So what you are saying . . ." I started but again Carol cut me off. "That if you want to be naked here at home for a whole week, you can take off your clothes right now, let yourself breath and enjoy two women enjoying you that way." Without hesitation I had my shirt off and in a lump on the table. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my shorts as I stood up. Then I looked at each woman in turn. Both women where eagerly watching me, waiting for me to unzip and drop my shorts. My hesitation caused them both to look up at me. An idea had occurred to me. I rebuttoned my shorts and refastened my belt. "Don't you want to be naked?" Carol asked. "Yes," I replied as I sat back down. "Then why don't you take off your shorts? Jamie asked. "Because seeing me naked in one thing," I said. "You do know that I may get hard?" "So," replied Carol. "It's not like your dick is small and I've only just seen it limp. You won't have anything to be ashamed of." "That's not the problem," I continued as if I had a problem. I just needed them to be with me in thought. "When my dick gets hard, it becomes very difficult to ignore, and not just visually. It makes me horny." "I still don't see a problem," Carol said. That statement made me think of other possibilities I had not previously thought. But for now I let it slide. "What I'm trying to say," doing my best to sound somewhat embarrassed, "is that I will want to play with my cock." "Oh," said Carol. "Oh, said Jamie. "Yeah," I said. "And Jamie I have been married to you for too long to even imagining you would be unable to touch me. Not to mention accidentally rubbing up against either of you in passing or vise versa." "Like I said before, it's ok," Carol said. "If you want to jack off at the table or anywhere else in the house, I just used the table because this is where we are sitting," she sounded a little nervous, "that will be fine with me. It is after all your dick to play with." I chuckled at that as did Jamie and Carol. "Jamie," Carol continued, "his dick is just as much yours too because you are married to him. Naturally you'd want to play with it. So I guess the issue is m seeing you two horsing around or possibly fucking." "That is one part," I said. "Don't worry," Carol said with a smile. "I only ask that you clean up after yourselves. I was young once and I'm not too old to enjoy a show or two. What's the other part?" This next part was crucial. I'd still walk around the house naked if I did not get it but the potential if I could. I was starting to get aroused by the prospect. I just needed to present it right. "The other part isn't so much of being nervous about it, but as to Jamie's reaction," I said. "Reaction to what?" Jamie asked. "It's only natural that my dick will rub up against your mom at some point," I said. "It does stick out ten inched when it's hard. That makes it a little difficult to squeeze by." "Oh my," Carol gasped at that revelation. "It's a lot difficult to squeeze by," Jamie smirked. "I'm not going to freak out if my mom touches your dick. It's no big – ok it is big – but it's not a problem. If she wants to stroke your cock she should be able to. This is her house and with that she really sets the rules and we, because we live in her house, have to abide by them. The question is; could you handle my mom stroking your cock?" That was a direct challenge. My wife likes to push me. She knew I wanted to be naked and wanted to free with my dick. She knew I would on purposely rub up against either of them if the occasion presented itself. But I wanted to seal the deal with action not words. I stood up and walked around Jamie to stand between the two women. They both looked up at me form either side. My wife was sitting on my right side and my mother was sitting on my left. I turned to Carol first. "Seeing that this is your house, as my wife has so put it," I said. "If you are ok with everything we just talked about and want me to be naked in your home – when it is possible – then unzip my shorts and pull my dick out for all to see." She glanced over at Jamie. "Don't look at me," Jamie said. "It's your choice." Carol smiled and turned her attention to my shorts. She reached up with sure steady hands. She grabbed my waistband above the zipper with her right hand and took hold of the zipper's tongue with her left. This gave my wife an unobstructed view of what she was doing. She then pulled the zipper down, the teeth making that distinct zipping sound as they released. Once the zipper was undone, my mother pulled the hole wide with her right hand and held it opened while her left hand dove inside. Her fingers were cold when they touched my cock. The coolness felt great and my dick began to stiffen. She slid her fingers along my length down toward my cock head until her palm touched down. At that point she wrapped her fingers tightly around my shaft and pulled my cock out of the zipper. I let her stroke it a couple of times, which I don't think she realized she did. Before turning to my wife to show her that her mother was holding my cock. I was only half hard. "Excuse me," I said to Carol stepping toward my wife. Carol let go of both my dick and my shorts. "Now if you don't mind me being on display for you and your mother, and you don't mind all three of us playing with my dick, you can undo my belt and shorts and take them off me." Jamie never even looked at her mother. By me having her mother pull my dick out like that, my wife knew that my being naked would be fun and enjoyable for everyone. It took two seconds for her to have my shorts undone and dropping to the floor. I stepped out of them and turned slightly to face the table. This gave both of them an equal view. "Very well," I said standing in the kitchen with both my wife and my mother looking at my naked semi hard dick. "As you wish one nude man in your house for one week. Please enjoy the sites, the sounds and whatever." "We will," they both said at the same time. I picked up my shorts and folded them. I placed them on the table. I then picked up my shirt and did the same. All the while both women were looking at me. I was getting harder by the moment. When I was fully hard, I picked up the folded clothes and left the kitchen. My dick wagged from side to side as I walked. It bobbed and wagged as I went down the stairs and put the clothes away. With my hands free of clothes I stroked my cock with my left hand as I headed back up stairs and into the living room. I planted myself on the couch so that I could lean up against the armrest and put one leg up on the couch. This turned me so that if either of the women looked out from the kitchen they would see me sitting nude on the couch with a big hard dick in my hand. Nothing in the way of their viewing pleasure. I turned on the television to the news. The cushions on the couch were covered a beaded fabric. It was both smooth and rough at the same time. My balls tingled as they raised and lowered, rubbing against the cushions with each stroke. Because I was ten inches long, I slowly pushed my hand up my shaft dragging the loose skin with it. This was dragging my balls across the fabric for a bit then lifting them off completely. When my hand reached the tip, I would reverse the motion letting my balls fall back to the couch and drag across the material again until my hand rested at the root of my cock and the bare skin of my balls was stretched tight. I have always liked jacking off. I knew how to make myself last for hours. The fact that I was completely shaved added to my pleasure. Hair can dampen a lot of stimulation. I could feel everything. The slightest breeze, the smallest thread, the roll of sweat as it ran over my balls, I could feel it all. All these sensations helped keep me hard and added to my pleasure. In no time I was leaking pre cum. At this point I wanted to have some participation from either my wife or my mother. "Ladies, my dick is oozing pre cum," I announced. "What should I do with it?" "Take it and rub it on your balls," replied Jamie. She had always liked playing this game. "Let us know when you get more." "I did as she had suggested. I scooped up the tear sized drop with two fingers of my free hand. I brought it down to my balls and waited until I had stroked all the way up to the tip of my dick. This lifted my balls off the couch and allowed me to place the pre cum right where my ball sack connects to the flesh between my legs. That has always been a nice sensitive spot. I love to feel my wife's tongue down there and the warm pre cum makes it feel like the saliva she drools and leaves behind. I smeared the pre cum up over my balls and to the sides. After a moment, the pre cum turned from slick and smooth to sticky. This caused my balls to stick in certain unpredictable places, which adds another wonderful feeling to an already good thing. More pre cum bubbled up my shaft and pooled at the tip. I waited for a moment, stroking my cock nice and slow. I flexed my dick to encourage more pre cum to flow. I watched as it slowly built up and began to slide down the head of my dick to the crowned edge. "Sexy ladies, I have a lot more pre cum," I announced as I was told. "What would you like me to do with this time?" "Do you have enough to cover that huge shaft of yours?" Carol asked. "I think so," I replied, my voice was husky with excitement. "Then do that," she said as she stood at the other end of the couch watching me. "Take the cum and rub it all over your dick's length." I did as she suggested. The pre cum slid smoothly over my veined dick. The air dried it enough to cool my cock/ the skin along the length of my shaft got sticky very quickly. This pulled at my balls which were still sticking to my legs as I stroked up to my dick head. Then the skin would stick to the crown as I slid my hand down the length. The skin was electrified and tingled even more. "Wow," said Carol over her shoulder to Jamie. "He has a whole lot of pre cum leaking now." "Yeah," Jamie said coming over and standing next to her mother. "He gets that way. What I love is that once he covers the head of his dick with pre cum, he will have pre cum flowing like water for hours as if you left the water running." "Nice," Carol said. "You heard your wife. Take that cum and rub it around the head of your dick." I used my thumb on one side and my index finger on the other to spread and smooth the sticky pre cum over my dick head. Now my entire cock was covered in sticky pre cum. The sensation was wonderful. Even when I had to let go, to keep from cumming, the skin of my cock would stick to the skin of my hand and slowly separate from each other. Tingles would run all up and down my cock. I curled my toes at the delicious vibrations this caused. "Oh god ladies," I moaned. "This feels so good." "You know what I like to have him do right now?" Jamie asked her mother. "No," replied Carol. "What?" "I like to have him taste his pre cum," said my wife. "Really?" Carol asked shocked. "Yes," Jamie said. "It tastes good, doesn't it my sexy pervert?" "Oh yes," I replied breathing very heavy. "My pre cum tastes great." "I'd like to see that," Carol said.