#free sex stories

I had dressed in a simple teal sheath of a dress, tight around all the right places. I thought the color set off my brown skin marvelously, and I was rewarded by an appreciative whistle from Travis when I came downstairs.

“Not bad…you clean up nice.”

“Thanks,” I said, sardonically, but I was pleased. I knew he meant it. I had left my hair down, and the curls hung loosely around my face and shoulders. I’d worn the only jewelry I owned, a simple gold chain around my neck, and a silver anklet, twinkling in the light. Fake costume earrings completed the look. Oh, and my mother’s gold ring on my finger, but I was never without that.

Inside, I sat and tried not to admit to myself I had dressed extra nice for Marius. Would he even notice?

But before he came down, Lady Gray joined us and I sighed inwardly. Ten years older than us, Lady Gray still looked our age and as beautiful as ever. She was taller than me, about 5'8", and slim and curvy. Her hair was copper ringlets, and she wore a stunning pleated skirt and low-cut blouse. She was wearing diamond earrings and a diamond pendant that hung between her breasts. No wonder Marius was hot for her.

And I thought she was attracted to Marius. But then, who wouldn’t be? Marius was six foot two inches of gorgeous man. He was broad in the chest, strong, serious, intelligent, and very, very handsome. He had dark eyes and long wavy brown hair, which he kept to his shoulders. Normally he wore a hat, like many people these days did, or a helmet when in the field. Occasionally I had seen him without, but it was rare.

“Hello, Lady Gray,” I smiled. “Don’t you look lovely?”

“Thank yoGirl Next Dooru, and so do you! That teal color is perfect for you.”

Yes, the worst of it was, Lady Gray was unforgivably gorgeous and nice. It just wasn’t fair, was it?

Only a few minutes later Marius came down with Maya, Travis’ little girlfriend. She was utterly cute, only about five feet tall, wearing a very sexy little two-piece number. She was not shy in the least, and hurried over and sat in Travis’ lap. His arms went automatically around her and she snuggled into his arms, waving at me. I smiled fondly.

Behind her came Marius and as I clapped eyes on him my mouth went dry.

He had brushed his hair until most of the waves were gone, and it hung around his face, silky soft. He was wearing a sort of silk jacket, slightly open at the front, just baring about an inch-wide strip of his chest, and my mind immediately presented me with images of my fingers running through the hair just visible. He wore jeans that were somewhat tight, not indecently so, but enough to see the rippling muscles in his thighs.

His face had an uncustomarily lazy look on it, with amber bedroom eyes, which just about did it for me. I always noticed a man’s eyes and bedroom eyes always made my loins twitch.

Marius also wore, not really a beard, but the equivalent of several days without shaving. I didn’t like beards much, but the several days’ growth was just fine.

Lady Gray stood to greet him. “Marius! Don’t you look fine!” and I realized my mouth was open.

Travis nudged me. “Quit staring,” he said, laughing at me. In the background I heard Marius telling Lady Gray how lovely she looked.

I blushed. “Sorry. I just…look at him.”

“I know.” Travis shook his head and raised his voice to address his comments to Marius directly. “Marius, quit it. That ain’t right, you dressing like that. All the girls are going to be looking at you and ignoring us.”

Marius chuckled. “Should I go back and change?”

“No!” I blurted out, and then blushed again as everyone laughed. Marius took Lady Gray’s arm (my heart sank) and we all headed out together.

Travis, being a gentleman at heart, offered me his other arm, and we three walked together. The club wasn’t far, and none of us had a car anyway.

About twenty minutes later, we entered Vapor. Travis offered to get us all drinks, and I asked for a dry martini. Marius and Lady Gray both got Bloody Marys.

We drank and chatted for a bit, and then Lady Gray asked Marius to dance. I watched them go, thinking I should have been brave enough to ask him myself.

“What’s with you?” Travis nudged me.

“What?”

“You’ve never been shy around guys. Why are you suddenly shy now?”

I shrugged. “Just look at him. He’s way out of my league.”

“Nonsense. I bet he’s thinking about you.”

“If he is, then why is he dancing with Lady Gray?”

“To be nice? Anyway, if that’s your only problem, you better look out, he’s coming over.”

I looked up in surprise, and indeed, there he was, striding over to me. My heart beat faster.

“Where’s Lady Gray?” I managed to say, calmly.

“She’s dancing with some guy that started talking to her about gears.” He gestured over his shoulder and I looked past. Indeed, she was with another man, laughing and enjoying herself.

“Care to dance, Kendra?”

“Me? Um, sure.” He took my hand and pulled me to my feet, and for a moment I was only a few inches away from him, and I could smell his aftershave, faintly. He led me out onto the dance floor and pulled me into his arms.

“You look very nice today, Kendra. I think I said already, but I wanted to be sure you knew.”

“Thank you, Marius. You look pretty damn good yourself.”

“You think so?” He gave me a sardonic little smile, and pulled me closer to him. I had to crane my neck to look up into his eyes, and I felt the warmth of his body against mine.

“I think you look…well, frankly, you should be illegal.”

He laughed out loud at that. His arms slipped around my waist and I felt him loop his fingers at my waist. Now I was dancing right with him, hip-to-hip, almost but not quite touching, leaning back against his arms to look into his face.

“You dance very nicely, Kendra.” His voice was silky smooth and curled around my ears. It wasn’t terribly loud in here but he did have to lean right into my ear, and I felt his breath on my skin.

“You do too, Marius,” I breathed. I was slowly becoming aware of something occasionally brushing against my hip, high up on the side, and I thought I knew what it was, too. Marius was hard for me. But…really? Marius was attracted to me? And not Lady Gray? I wanted to know.

“You are just so tall, Marius; it’s almost hard for me to put my hands on your shoulders.”

“Do you mind?”

“Not. At. All,” I emphasized, giggling a little. “It’s…an attractive quality in a man. Why, am I too short?”

“I think it’s kind of cute,” he said, his large hands sliding along my waist. They slid to the top of my hips and stopped just below where it would be considered proper. I wondered if he could tell that I wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath the dress.

I wondered if he guessed I’d done it for him.

“Cute?” I protested. “Cute is for puppies and duckies.”

“Oh, is it? Then how about…sexy? Cause you are damn sexy, my dear.”

I was breathless, looking up at him, my lips slightly parted. He smiled slightly.

“Looking at you like that makes me want to kiss you.”

I found my voice from somewhere. “Then, why don’t you?”

“Hmm. If you’re going to ask…” and to my complete and utter shock he leaned down and kissed me.

He had to bend quite a bit to reach me. His lips were heavy and full as they pressed against my mouth. I felt his whole body wrap around me, and his cock pressing against my thigh intruded into my thoughts again. I knew he was a large man, but the weight of what was pressed against my thigh almost distracted me from the delicious, delicious kiss.

He didn’t hurry. His kiss was slow, deliberate, and very erotic. I felt his hand come up and slide into my hair, tilting my head further up, and as his velvet tongue slid into my mouth, my knees trembled.

He touched his tongue to mine, and I felt myself grow damp between my legs. What magic was this man performing on me that I was ready for him already? Such a wanton was I, that I rubbed my hip against his cock, and was rewarded with hearing a sharp intake of breath from him.

Slowly he pulled away, leaving me panting and stranded on the shores of desire. Desire suffused my entire being. With some difficulty I managed to get control of myself.

“I’ve been thinking of doing that for a long time,” he murmured.

“Not just you,” I returned, biting the corner of my lip. “I have, too.”

“So…if I may ask…why didn’t you?”

“I…guess I just never thought of it before now.”

“Or you thought I was attracted to Elizabeth.” Elizabeth was Lady Gray’s first name.

I gave him an embarrassed look. “Perhaps. You two would make a fine couple. And besides, she likes you.”

“She does?”

“It seems like it.”

He laughed again, that rich, deep laugh filling my ears. “Elizabeth and I have known each other since grade school. We’re best of friends. But I don’t think she’s attracted to me. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, does it? Now you know.”

“I do. Marius?”

“Yes, my dear?”

The quaint term made me smile. “May I kiss you again?”

“Good heavens. So polite. And if I said no?” He said this with a smile, so I said, teasingly,

“I probably would kiss you anyway.”

“Then why ask? Just kiss me.”

I bit my lip again and then stood on my toes to reach his mouth. This time I was the instigator, though he still had to lean a bit for me to reach. I let my fingers run up the back of his neck and through his thick, silky hair. I wanted him so badly right now it was ridiculous.

We danced again, this time pressed fully hip-to-hip. His cock rubbed against me, sending delightful chills down my body. I did not pull away at all. On the contrary, I slowly let him shift until his cock was directly pressed against my belly, rubbing against me. If I had been a little taller or he a little shorter he could have pressed it against the juncture between my legs, but there was something even filthier about this.

The crowd pressed close against us, and Marius took advantage of it. He bent a little at the knee and let his leg slide between mine, until I was half-sitting on his leg. He began to grind against me, and embarrassingly I felt my dress slowly ride up until my wet sex was directly against his pants. I must have been dampening them, and I thought he knew, for he had a smile in his eyes.

Marius pulled me into his arms and I let myself ride his leg wantonly, in public, with a hundred other people around me. I wondered if anyone noticed, but that thought was soon quelled by my rising emotions. The sensation was delicious…suddenly I realized I was distressingly close to coming, right there, on the dance floor.

“Marius…"I murmured, and tried to pull away. To my surprise, he wouldn’t let me. I turned my face away, but he stroked my head like a puppy. "Shh, honey, it’s all right. Just let yourself go. I won’t hurt you, Kendra.” His voice was very soothing and I relaxed a bit/

And he kept on grinding that knee between my legs, and his hands stroked up and down my back, and I had never thought I was an exhibitionist but here I was being brought to an orgasm right here in the middle of the crowd and it was an incredible feeling. I moaned, softly, gripping his arms and turning my face into his warm neck. I bit gently, and he jumped a little. He caught my mouth with his and kissed me, deeply, forcing his tongue far into my mouth and silencing my little yelps, and I came, embarrassingly hard, right against his thigh.

I reeled for a few seconds, panting and he held me tightly. Slowly I came to myself. I was ashamed to look at him but he cupped my face and lifted it to look at me.

He looked closely at my face with a half-smile. “Did you like it?”

Bashfully, I nodded.

“Then why be shy about it? I don’t mind, at all. I thought it was incredibly hot. And I kind of want to do it again.”

I kissed his sweet, salty lips, and tasted his warm mouth and felt his tongue against mine, and I came to a decision. I withdrew and whispered in his ear, “Would you think terribly of me if I suggested we go somewhere else?”

“Gods, no. Do you want to go to my room?”

I nodded, and he put his arm around my waist as we withdrew from the dance floor. On the way out I caught Travis’ eye. He was grinning broadly, and gave him a shy, excited grin, and a wave. He gave me a thumbs up back and sat back with Maya.

Outside in the cool night air I turned back to him and, gripping the lapels of his shirt, pulled myself up to kiss him again. He responded just as eagerly, crushing my much smaller body against his.

“Do you want to take a cab, or walk?”

I considered. Walking meant time to cool down. A cab wouldn’t; on the contrary, it might cause exactly the opposite.

“Cab, please, if you don’t mind.”

He nodded, and gestured the doorman to call us one. Grinning, he did so, and we tumbled into the back.

“To the Days Inn,” he said, and the cabbie pulled away. He turned to me. I was already eager and breathless, and welcomed him into my arms.

We kissed like teenagers, breathless and anxious to have each other. His hands were at first on my waist, and then dropped to my thighs. I felt him run his hand up my stockinged leg, and as he pushed my dress aside gently, he came to the portion of my thigh that was covered neither by dress nor stocking. He groaned as he squeezed, gently.

I wondered if he would slide his hand up my dress but he seemed content to keep it there, at least for the moment. It seemed seconds before the cabbie was saying, “We’re here.” I looked up, and he was grinning at us in the rearview mirror, and I realized how hot and heavy we had been going at it - providing quite the show it would seem.

He paid the cab driver with some bills from his wallet. I straightened my dress out and stepped out. He helped me up, and, putting his arm around me, we walked together into the hotel.

“I’ll pay you later for the cab,” I murmured.

“Don’t even worry about it.” he responded.

We managed to mostly keep our hands off each other in the elevator, and by the time we got to his room I was feeling a little shy. I’d known Marius for months, but still, we were going from “first kiss” straight to the bedroom.

He must have sensed it, for he unlocked the door and gestured me in, politely. I had been in his room before, mostly with the group, so there was nothing surprising in his neat little place. He motioned to the couch.

“Have a seat. I think I have some drinks, you want something?”

“What kind of drinks?”

“Enough to make a few alcoholic drinks, if that’s what you’re asking. Another martini, maybe?” I nodded, unsurprised. We all had lots of stuff in our rooms, since we generally stayed for a month or more at a time.

He fixed us both martinis and came back over to me. Handing me one, he slid onto the couch facing me, his knee touching mine. The only light on in the room was a dim lamp by the couch.

“So. Are you feeling comfortable?”

“Yes. No. Mostly.”

He smiled a little, and I looked into those deep, deep eyes. “Thank you for being honest. Is it me? Anything I’ve done?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Well…yes. Of course. But not in the way you think.”

“Shall I stop doing it, or shall I do it again?” His smile was devilish, and I felt desire resurge, desperately, drowning out my nervousness. I drained the martini.

“Again, please,” I whispered, setting down the glass on the table. His followed suit, and he shifted up closer to me on the couch. I thought he was going to kiss me right away, but instead, to my surprise, he put his arms around me and easily lifted me into his lap. Only then did he kiss me, and I welcomed it. He let his mouth drift, over my cheek, my throat, over my ear.

I felt safe and secure in his lap. I was not really a tiny woman, at 5'5", and I had broad shoulders and long legs, but his arms surrounded me and I felt completely enveloped. It was an unfamiliar feeling for me.

His hand was resting on my ribs, just below my breast, and I felt it begin to move up. My breathing quickened as I felt him slide over my body, crumpling the dress under it, and then his hand was first pressed against the bottom of my breast, then sliding over it, and finally, cupping it. His hand was large and I felt the heat right through the thin dress. His thumb ran over my nipple and I felt him register surprise.

“You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?” he murmured into my ear.

I shook my head and whispered, “No.”

“Mmm, I thought so, in the club. That’s very hot. You are a dirty girl.” His voice was low, crooning, in my ear.

Impulsively, “Do you want to see?”

“Very much.”

I shifted out of the circle of his arms and stood, facing him. He sat on the couch looking up at me. I could now see his penis fully outlined against his pants, hard and eager for me.

Shyly, I reached out and stroked my fingers against its shape. He closed his eyes and actually groaned.

“Stand up for a moment, Marius.”

He did so, towering in front of me again. I looked into his face, and then, lifting my hair off my neck, turned slowly.

“Undo my zipper, would you?” I felt him pause, and then felt him place several tender kisses at the top of my neck which made me shiver. His hands came to the zipper and pulled it down, exposing my back to him.

I turned back to face him letting my hair drop. Not looking into his eyes, I slid the dress off first one shoulder and then the other, letting it slide down my body. It pooled at my feet gracefully, leaving me completely naked to him.

There was a long moment where neither of us spoke. I was petrified. What if he found me ugly or unattractive? What if he bent down, picked up the dress, and gently redressed me again? I didn’t think I could stand the humiliation.

Instead of doing any of those things, he groaned and put his arms around me and drew me close. “God, Kendra, you are gorgeous. I’ll try to go slow, but you drive me to distraction.” He kissed me again, and let his hands go to my breasts, feeling the shape and running his fingers over the curves. I moaned as he bent and took one nipple into his mouth. I slipped my arms around his neck while he suckled gently, moving from one nipple to the next. The cool air hit my wet skin and it made me shiver. There was something incredibly dirty and alluring about him being fully dressed while I was naked.

His hands roamed freely over my body now, exploring every round curve and flat surface. I was definitely darker than him…my skin was almost a caramel color, and though he had been well-tanned by the sun, his still had that undertone of white. His hands stood out in stark relief against me.

His hand slid down my belly which fluttered at his touch, and then over my mound, which I kept neatly trimmed to just a small patch of hair. He slid his fingers between my legs… and paused.

“You’re soaking wet.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I like it. I’m flattered.”

He ran his hand over my slick wetness, and then plunged a finger inside without hesitating. I gasped, loudly; his finger was very thick and it had been a long time for me. It went in easily enough, though I was tight around it. He didn’t hesitate, though, but pressed his palm against my clit, and began to grind his hand gently against me.

I began to move with him. When he began to slide another finger in I only spread my legs a little wider in acceptance. His other hand was now supporting my back, as my knees were trembling. My eyes were only half-seeing as he continued to grind into my clit. He didn’t grow impatient or stop doing what he had found turned me on so, he just kept on doing it, bringing me higher and higher. God, his fingers were like fucking magic. Already so turned on, when he lowered his head to my nipple again, and I felt his palm once again grind against my clit, I jerked against his palm and came, right against his hand, standing up, naked, in his arms. I cried out, feeling the flood spread all through my body, down to my fingertips, down my legs, into my toes.

The figure beside her stirred slightly; Tessa’s hand slid down between her ass cheeks, and a softly murmured, “Mmmm,” floated out from under the covers as Tessa’s fingers searched out the magical places.

Tessa felt her own body respond as her fingers slid past the curve of warm buttocks and directly between the legs of the sleeping figure.

Tessa pondered as to who was the wetter between them as the woman under the sheets stirred again, this time parting her legs providing Tessa greater access. Her fingers found their target, and Tessa, a little bolder now, slid two fingers into her partner’s moist opening, compelling the sleeping figure to rotate her pelvis upward which caused her ass to stick up slightly.

Tessa continued using her fingers in a slow, easy manner, making the girl in bed with her very slick in a short time. The girl moaned when Tessa removed her fingers to look at them. They were lustrous with the other’s juices. Tessa brought them to her mouth and licked them. She gave a satisfied sigh and sent them back into the girl’s pussy, spreading them on encountering the muscular ring inside. The girl exhaled and raised her hips higher.

“Are you awake, Loni?” Tessa whispered softly as she lowered the sheet down the girl’s tan back.

Loni’s back was smooth, soft, unblemished and evenly tan. Tessa began kissing her back with a light, gentle touch. Loni sighed, and her pussy gripped the fingers inside her. Her body was responding on its own, beginning to writhe and undulate in time with Tessa’s motions.

Tessa’s fingers moved around until one found Loni’s clit, massaging it just the way she liked it. Loni’s hips began bucking back against the probing fingers, and Tessa moved closer so that her breasts pressed more firmly against the tan girl’s back. Tessa began to smother her lover with kisses; on the neck, the cheek, the ear, and finally the lips. Their tongues met, and Loni moaned into Tessa’s mouth as she achieved her orgasm with trembling shudders while Tessa’s fingers continued making soft, wet squishing noises between her tanned, lean legs.

“I love it when you wake me up like that.” Loni said softly, looking into Tessa’s deep green eyes. Tessa looked into Loni’s expressive soft brown eyes then kissed her lover tenderly. Tessa let her slick fingers trail over one of Loni’s small breasts, making her cone-shaped nipple wet with her own cum.

Tessa massaged the breast slowly, letting Loni feel the slickness on her nipple. The alarm-radio came on; rupturing what had been a wonderful start to the day. Tessa sat upright, glaring at the radio.

“C'mon, we gotta get to work.” Tessa said then ran her hand through Loni’s downy soft bush. “Thank God it’s Friday!”

The two of them showered together, soaping each other playfully. Tessa loved to soap Loni up and run her hands over her slippery body. For that matter, she loved having Loni do the same thing to her. The two young ladies that left the apartment thirty minutes later were already making plans for that evening.

They worked in the same building, but for different companies, and separated in the lobby. Tessa rode the elevator to her floor, thinking about how things had changed since she’d met Loni. That had been at one of those swingers clubs; Loni had fulfilled one of her erotic fantasies with Tessa’s help.

Both had been literally covered with sperm from their many partners and had playfully cleaned each other with their respective tongues while a crowd gathered around them, hooting and hollering raucously.

Since that night, Tessa and Loni were almost always together. They had both changed jobs in the last eight months, and now lived together at Tessa’s apartment. They shared the men in their lives too. Together they had sampled sex with as many as six men at a time, but preferred to share one so they could watch him grow hard as one or the other teased him. They made certain to share the men in their bed, and always finished the lovemaking by going down on one another.

*****

The day passed quickly, until about two in the afternoon when her co-worker Bert dropped by her desk. Tessa liked Bert even though, for some strange reason, he never made a direct pass at her. He seemed to prefer more subtle hints, double-entendres, and the like. His solid build and warm smile made Tessa forget he was 33 to her 22.

Bert was checking on another project, and after he was satisfied, he smiled at Tessa’s legs. She was wearing a short dress by office standards, but it was still modest compared to current trends, and hugged Tessa in all the right places.

“Nice dress,” he said stopping next to her desk and giving her a long, approving look.

Tessa smiled, and he followed up with an invitation to a party that night.

Well he finally asked me out, she thought. She took a deep breath before answering him. Tessa gave him her best smile and said, “That sounds so promising, Bert, but I owe my roomie dinner, I’m sorry but due to previous cancellations I can’t back out on her tonight.”

“Well then, bring her along. She’s invited too.”

“Um, let me check with her, okay?”

“Sure, I’ve seen the two of you together. She’s almost as pretty as you. She’s more than welcome.”

On the phone, Tessa described Bert to Loni. At 20, Loni thought he sounded a little too old, but she agreed after Tessa said that they needn’t bed him. Tessa made her call to Bert and he said that he’d meet them in the parking garage after work.

In the garage, they all climbed into Bert’s car, with Tessa introducing Loni and Bert to each other. The drive to the party wasn’t long; just long enough for them to begin to relax.

Bert pulled the car up a long narrow driveway and parked in front of a sprawling ranch-style house that was set back from the road.

“Whose place is this?” Tessa asked.

“Mal Content’s,” Bert said. “You know the new guy in advertising.”

Tessa nodded and then whispered something to Loni who gigged inanely while Bert frowned.

They rang the bell and a lovely woman answered and greeted Bert warmly by giving him a kiss that lingered longer than strict protocol dictated.

Loni nudged Tessa and got nudged back before the kiss ended. Bert introduced the girls to their hostess, a thirtyish woman named Evelyn, and she led them all inside.

Tessa’s eyes took in the scene; a large living room with many people talking in small groups or milling about; a table held a generous buffet, and scattered around there seemed to be lots of people laughing. They were given drinks, and a young woman about Loni’s age came over.

“Hi, I’m Samantha.” She said, looking at Loni with what Tessa thought were very hungry blue eyes.

The two began to talk about a movie that had just opened the day before and Tessa wandered over to look at the buffet. When she turned around, Bert had moved off to talk to someone at the far end of the room. Loni was still in her animated conversation with Samantha, a slim, blonde-haired beauty with hints of Oriental blood dressed in an acid-washed style denim jumpsuit.

As a matter of course, Tessa compared Samantha’s figure to Loni’s and noted that Samantha’s breasts were much larger, larger than even her own.

“Excuse me.” A man said, and Tessa moved aside, glancing over at him. He looked back at her and something about his penetrating dark eyes made her horny.

He reached over and picked up an hor d'ourve then looked back to Tessa. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said in a voice that was deep, yet soft. “My name’s Charlie.”

Tessa smiled nervously, she was excited by him, but hesitant to show it too quickly. “Tessa,” she said. “That’s Loni talking to Samantha over there.” she added, pointing out Loni.

“Ah!” Charlie smiled. His smile seemed to make his eyes warmer somehow. “I wondered who she was. Sam has a way of making friends quickly.”

“Your wife?” Tessa asked, glancing at Samantha again.

“Oh, no, no!” Charlie laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you, but I’m about twice her age.”

Tessa looked him over. Charlie was in his late thirties, average height, not incredibly handsome, but intelligent and built pretty well. That put Samantha right around Loni’s age, and that made Tessa’s mind think of possibilities.

Loni came over with Samantha, and introductions were made. That’s when Tessa noticed that Samantha had green eyes too. Samantha noticed Tessa’s eyes as well.

“Oh now I’m really jealous.” Samantha said. “You got the dark hair I always wanted.”

Tessa laughed. “It’s not that great.”

“Oh, yeah?” Samantha said, “Try living as a dumb blonde for a while.”

“I know,” Tessa replied. “I spent a summer as a blonde a couple years ago. I really surprised some guys when I had to figure out the size of the tip for them at dinner.”

“And you dumped them afterward?” Samantha asked hopefully.

“No, I picked one and fucked his brains out. But that’s what being a blonde is all about, isn’t it?”

Tessa’s remark didn’t sit well with Samantha, and Tessa realized it and prompted set out to make amends.

“However there are always exceptions, and I can see that you’re one of them, Samantha. Anyway, any friend of Loni’s is a friend of mine.”

“And I understand you are a very good friend of Loni’s aren’t you?” Samantha shot back.

“Yes, I am,” Tessa said, bristling at this revelation of her and Loni’s relationship. How could Loni tell her about us so quickly?

Samantha laughed. “I know that Loni and I are going to be very good friends too. Maybe the three of us will become good friends.”

“That would be nice,” Tessa replied. Over my dead body, Tessa thought, but kept the smile on her face.

Loni wandered over to them balancing three drinks, and made a production of handing them out. “Isn’t Samantha something, Tessa?”

“She certainly is,” Tessa replied and took a deep gulp of her drink.

“Were you born in the States, Samantha?” Tessa asked, wondering about the oriental features she wore so well.

“Yes,” she smiled, “but I do have some Tahitian bloodlines. My mother was born there. I’m half Tahitian, half Caucasian. So, where are your people from, Tessa, Russia perhaps?”

“I’m afraid I don’t match up with your exotic background, Samantha.

My … people are from Texas. San Antonio, to put a place to it, and no, none of my ancestors fought at the Alamo.”

“I think all you lovelies have an exotic if not downright erotic glow to you,” Charlie said with a big loveable grin.

The conversation continued with both Tessa and Samantha maintaining an unspoken truce, fearing that to fight over Loni would most likely send her off with their enemy for the night at least, if not for good.

They laughed and talked a bit, with Loni mumbling about always wanting a bigger chest. “You’re beautiful the way you are.” Tessa said.

“Yes.” Samantha added with a smile. “Big boobs draw big jerks sometimes, you know.”

Tessa refrained from saying, ‘And you would know.’ And contented herself with nodding.

“I think you’re all very sensual looking.” Charlie added, “Breast sizes notwithstanding. I mean, all three of you have enough to delight any man,” he paused and seeing he had the attention of all three women, added, “or woman.” He looked at each of them, cleared his throat and smiled weakly. “Sorry. But that’s what I think.”

“Why do you say that?” Loni asked naively.

“Well, bold as this might be, I can picture the sensual way you’d move around in bed.” Charlie said.

Samantha clapped her hands and laughed. “Charlie, you’re clearly a man with imagination!” “How come you’ve never said things like that to me?”

“Because you’re a tawdry little flirt and besides,” Charlie grinned, “You get too noisy.”

Samantha stuck her tongue out at him.

“Is Samantha a screamer?” Tessa asked, laughing.

“No.” Samantha said sharply.

“No, she’s a moaner.” Charlie grinned. Samantha poked him in the ribs.

“Well, Loni does move nicely in bed.” Tessa blurted out, causing both Charlie and Samantha to snap their heads towards Tessa.

“First hand knowledge?” Samantha grinned mischievously.

Tessa blushed warmly. So did Loni.

“Oh ho!” Charlie snickered. “I think we embarrassed them.”

Samantha leaned forward and whispered into Loni’s ear. Charlie and Tessa watched as Loni smiled and then her eyes opened wide. Loni’s mouth opened as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. At last, when Samantha finished, Loni looked at her and nodded, giggling.

“Gee.” Charlie said. “I feel left out.”

Tessa looked from Samantha to Loni. Both were smiling coyly. “Well, so do I.” Tessa said, staring directly at Loni.

“We don’t have to put up with this you know.” Charlie said, mocking a snobbish attitude. Getting no response, he offered his arm to Tessa. “At least allow me to buy you a drink and we’ll let these two have their secrets.”

Tessa laughed then winked at Loni. Charlie took Tessa by the arm and moved off to the bar, leaving Samantha and Loni giggling. At the bar, Tessa kept one eye on Loni across the room while she and Charlie talked. He was murmuring something about Samantha getting herself into mischief again, and that they had best get ready for some good laughs.

“How so?” Tessa asked.

“Well, the last time she was at a party with me,” Charlie started, “She ended up getting tipsy, then starting a skinny-dipping party in the host’s pool.”

“You don’t say,” Tessa shook her head, glancing over at Samantha.

“The host didn’t mind too much.” Charlie said. “It got very friendly in that pool.”

“I’ll bet!” Tessa laughed.

“Yeah, it took two days to get everyone’s undies out of the filter.” He said, looking at Tessa over his glass.

“Your pool?” Tessa asked, looking directly at him. He nodded. “Well, did you get something for your troubles?” She added. Charlie grinned broadly and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Tessa laughed.

Samantha and Loni had disappeared, and Tessa scanned the room, but didn’t see them.

“They probably went to the powder room.” Charlie said off-handedly when he saw Tessa looking for them. “I’d better check.” Tessa said, putting her drink down.

“Whoa girl,” Charlie said, gently holding her arm. “Let them gossip and giggle.” He looked at Tessa’s worried expression. “Why, you’re jealous!”

Tessa blushed, and shook her head in denial.

“Samantha’s a little wild, but she’s not stupid.” Charlie said. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll be okay.”

Something in the way he soothed her feelings made Tessa relax a little. This was the first time she’d even thought about Loni going off alone with another woman. And of all things, Tessa was maddest at herself for feeling jealousy.

Charlie and Tessa moved around the room, and after about twenty minutes, even he was getting curious about the absence of the two girls.

Tessa had pretty good idea of what they were doing, and when she spied a couple coming down the hallway from one of the rooms in the back of the large house adjusting their clothes.

“Still worried about Loni and Samantha?” Charlie asked as the couple passed by. Tessa nodded. He took Tessa’s hand and whispered in her ear. “Let’s go see.”

Tessa felt her heart jump, then pound in her chest. She liked Charlie, he was her kind of man, but she was also fighting jealousy over Loni. She really didn’t want her suspicions confirmed. But she still let Charlie lead her down the hall and around the corner.

There were several open doors, and peeking inside each revealed either nothing, or more party goers chatting. They listened at a few doors, and then heard moaning from one near the end of the hallway. It was that special moaning that a woman makes in the throes of orgasm, and was being punctuated with small cries.

“Hmm, I think we found them.” Charlie said quietly. Tessa gritted her teeth then mentally slapped herself for being so jealous. It took her a minute to realize that it wasn’t just the fact that Loni was with woman, but that she was with another woman that she wanted too!

The door was locked, and Charlie made a face. Tessa touched his arm for them to retreat back to the party. Just as Charlie was about to turn away, the door across the hall began to unlock.

Tessa was about to run away, but Charlie pulled her close to him and embraced her. As the door opened, so did Tessa’s mouth and Charlie’s swirling tongue entered hers, igniting her passions. They continued their kiss, letting the other couple move past them, thus saving the couple embarrassment, and themselves from appearing to be snoops. As the other couple moved off, and they continued kissing, both of them realized they wanted more, much more.

“No room at the inn,” Charlie said. “But let’s give the garage a look. You never know. And holding Tessa’s hand they made their way to the garage and opened the door. It was pitch black inside.

Charlie felt along the wall, found the light switch and flipped the lights on.

It was a three-car garage, with one-third devoted to exercise equipment, like treadmills, weights and exercise bicycles.

But it was the old-fashioned three-wheeled bicycle that caught both their eyes.

"I haven’t seen one like that in years,” Charlie said, moving closer to it.

“I can’t recall ever seeing one like it,” Tessa said.

“We’re going to fuck, aren’t we, Tessa?”

She was taken aback by his directness. Yes, she had expected to screw him, but his bluntness had shaken her to the point of being unable to respond.

“Lost your tongue, eh?” Charlie laughed, and removed his sports jacket.

“It doesn’t matter, get naked, your clothing might get messed up in here,” Charlie never paused in his undressing, he was stepping out of his neatly pressed slacks before Tessa’s fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress.

Less than a minute later they faced each other, naked, examining one another’s bodies.

“You’re beautiful,” Charlie told her, and she knew he meant it.

“You too,” she said a few heartbeats later. He was hung like a horse, she thought, but didn’t voice the words.

“Like what you see?” he laughed and made his erection jump in the air.

Tessa flinched at the sudden movement then laughed delightedly.

“Can you do that again?”

“Of course, I can,” he said, and made it leap again, amusing her no end.

“It’s ten inches,” he said anticipating her question. I’ve seen a couple bigger, but not that many.“

"It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen,” Tessa said in awe.

“Tell you what,” he said, “Let’s make this a memorable fuck.”

She started at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“I’m serious. What do you think about getting it on while on this bicycle?”

“The … the three-wheeler?”

“Yeah,” and he put his arm around her waist and steered her to the bicycle.

“How?” Tessa started to say, but he shushed her and lifted her up on the bicycle then maneuvered her so that she was supporting herself by leaning back against the wire basket at the rear of the bicycle while sitting on the seat and holding on to the large tires.

“Here,” Charlie said, “put your feet against the handlebars.”

Tessa found that this positioning afforded her a support she hadn’t imagined possible. Charlie stood, feet apart facing her. He kept the bicycle balanced with his hands. “Ready for me?” he asked gently.

“I’m excited, but with the size of your thing and my precarious position on this contraption, I don’t know.”

“Close your eyes,” he said calmly.

Tessa closed her eyes. She realized that she was extremely wet, and momentarily worried about sliding off the leather seat and falling onto the floor.

As if reading her mind, Charlie said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”

Quickly he moved against her. “Christ, he’s in me!’ she thought. I didn’t feel him going in and … how could that be with his size?

She felt his next thrust, however. And with the following thrust he had penetrated her farther than any man ever had. He’s deeper than that gigantic dildo I bought last year, Tessa gulped.

PART 1

A FORGOTTEN DESIRE AWAKENED

Hanna and Jack had been dating now for just over two years. They started out as just friends about three years before they started to date. Now right from the start they had a special relationship. It is hard to pin point exactly what happened or how they became such close friends but over time they just started to confide in each other.

They would talk to each other about almost everything, even about their relationships. Hanna knew everything about Jack’s relationships and Hanna had no problems telling Jack about hers. They would spend endless hours on the phone with each other. They had such trust for each other but neither of them really looked at each other as anything more than a close friend. I guess you could say they were best friends.

Now Jack was a pretty quiet guy. He did not draw much attention to himself, but you could see that he was definitely a man of control. Not that he was controlling but that people listened to what he had to say and valued what he had to say.

Now Hanna was more outgoing and she had no problem meeting new people at all. She could easily get involved in any conversation with ease. Hanna was also not bad to look at, now she was not a cover model but she was good looking and she just had the right attitude to go witHanna’s Desire Pt. 01h it. Hanna was never short of admirers no matter where she went.

Jack did not mind the attention that Hanna would get either, he actually encouraged it. He encouraged her to wear outfits that showed off her cleavage and he always would hint towards her wearing short skirts. As far bra and panties, he always wanted her to wear sexy bras that help draw attention to her ample breasts and on the rare occasion that she wore panties she would wear either a pair of thongs or nice fitting pair of boxer shorts which always showed off her ass nicely.

Hanna did not find herself to be so attractive or sexy for that matter but every once and a while she would humour Jack and wear something that he had picked out for her or suggested to her. She of course knew that this would always be a turn on for Jack and when she wore it she like to make sure to really tease him.

The first two years of their relationship was no stop sex, they were both young. Hanna being only 16 and Jack 19 at the time they started to date. They could not get enough of each other, and they always went out together. It was almost impossible to see one without the other being there. The only time that they were not really together was when one of them was at work.

So that is a little catching up to get you up to speed about this loving couple who are almost inseparable.

Hanna and Jack had a nice two bedroom apartment on the top floor of their building. A beautiful view overlooking a forest and the sunsets were just spectacular. Many nights they have spent watching the sun go down from their cozy apartment.

One day as they were out shopping at the local mall they ran into an old friend of Jack’s. His name was Todd; he was six feet tall and in good shape. Hanna even checked him out a few times as Jack introduced them to each other. Todd and Jack played High School football together but both fell out of touch when they went their separate ways after.

They exchanged numbers and Todd said he was only town for the week and then he was off to the United States. He was transferring with his company as they were closing location here at home and he opted to take a transfer as he had nothing to keep him back.

Jack and Todd agreed to hook up for drinks before the week was over.

Hanna and Jack went on their way and continued on with their shopping. They went into a few shops and Jack would point out some sexy revealing outfits, hinting to Hanna about how great she would look in them.

For some reason, Hanna good not put her finger on it or she did not want to acknowledge the reason but she agreed with Jack and bought all the things that he was pointing out. Jack was very happy as she would take each outfit and try it on and then agree to get it.

At one point Hanna was in one of the change rooms trying on a very revealing dress when she was overcome with arousal. She found herself looking in the mirror, looking back at herself; standing there with only a bra on and nothing else. Her hand moving down her body and between her legs. Slowly she rubbed her pussy which was wet already. Images of Todd were flashing through her mind as she pleased herself.

His muscles, his smile, and the bulge she noticed in his pants, all flashing through her mind in an instant. She could not help herself as she quickly brought herself to an orgasm before getting her senses and putting on the next outfit and coming out to display it for Jack. She could feel her wetness running down the inside of her thighs as she walked out to show Jack, who was sitting waiting. She moved her body a little more provocatively as she showed off for Jack as she watched him smile his approval.

After that Hanna said she was ready to go home. Jack agreed and they headed off to the car to head back to the apartment.

Hanna was not sure what had come over her. She thought in her head, I am very happy, I love my boyfriend, why am I thinking of his friend Todd. She kept going over it in her head. Every so often her mind would go back to the sight of him and more often her thoughts were going back to the thought of the bulge in his pants.

All the way home she could not get the thoughts out of her head. She then decided when they got into the apartment that she was going to have a warm shower and then put on a new outfit to show off for her boyfriend Jack who was more than pleased with the idea.

In the shower Hanna soon started to have thoughts of Todd. She say on the edge of the tub as the water came down over her body, her legs spread as she slowly rubbed her clit. Hanna then moved and lay in the bottom of the tub, the shower head in one hand aiming the spray of water right at her pussy as the other hand rubbed and massaged her clit.

She moaned softly as her thoughts went back to the bulge in Todd’s pants. Then suddenly her mind triggered thoughts of some old boyfriends. All she could think about was the big cocks she was so used to getting before Jack and her hooked up. Now not that Jack was not good in bed or anything, there was definitely no problem there with him pleasing Hanna. But for some reason all she could think about was all the big cocks she had before him and how long it has been since she has had a cock that size inside her.

Hanna brought herself to another orgasm before she calmed down and finished her shower. She dried herself off and put lotion all over her body as she always did to keep her skin soft and smooth.

She then put on one of her new push up bras that made her breasts look two sizes bigger and a matching pair of boy shorts that went with it. She looked in the mirror and noticed how sexy the orange looked with her skin; it actually gave her another tingle between her legs. She then through on a white summer dress that was very thin and she noticed that she could still see what she was wearing underneath. This actually aroused her some more as she checked herself out in the mirror.

She thought to herself how Jack is really going to enjoy this outfit. She smiled and put on the slightest of makeup and then finished it off with some lipstick before she open the door to come out of the bedroom. Hanna walked down the hallway and when she appeared in the TV room she was a little shocked to see Todd in sitting with Jack.

Both of them stopped talking and just took in the sight of Hanna. At first she felt a little embarrassed with someone she hardly new there, but as she noticed the reaction on their faces she quickly became aroused at the thought of the two of them looking at her. She suddenly felt very sexy and naughty all at the same time. She could feel that familiar tingle between her legs and she felt her nipples getting hard as she stood there.

“Wow you look hot.” Is all Todd could get out before taking a sip of his beer.

“I told you sweetie that you would look great in that.” Jack said as she smiled at her agreeing with Todd’s comment.

“You better keep an eye on that one Jack; she is going to be trouble.” Todd said as he gave Jack a light shot in the arm.

Jack chuckled a little and Hanna let out a giggle.

“Oh I would never get into trouble; well at least I never look for trouble.” Hanna commented back. “Would you boys like another drink?”

Both nodded and Hanna walked towards the kitchen. She gave her ass a little more of a wiggle as she went on her way knowing that the boys were checking her out. This aroused her pussy even more. Then thoughts of Todd and the bulge in his pants flashed through her head again, thinking of how big he must be and how long it has been since she has had the feeling of a large cock inside her. Hanna could feel her pussy getting wetter from her thoughts.

As she came back with drinks for her two admirers she sat down in a chair that was off to the side. She got comfy as they went on watching the football game that was on the TV. She felt that she was being watched for some reason as she tried to read a little. She then lifted her eyes slightly from her book and noticed that Todd and Jack were stealing glances of her smooth legs that ran up and then disappeared into her thin white dress.

The sneaking attention was turning her on and she figured she would tease a little. She figured that there is no harm in teasing a little. Besides she knew that Jack liked it when other men looked at her.

Hanna spread her legs slightly giving the boys a few further up her dress. It was easily visible that she was wearing her new orange panties which covered her smooth shaven pussy that was getting even wetter with the teasing. She noticed that Jack had to make some adjustment with his pants as he was getting hard while sitting on the couch and the same was for Todd. Hanne paid close attention as Todd adjusted himself. She could see him moving what looked to be a nine inch cock that was nice and thick. It was hard to tell but she did know that is was big just from what she saw. This instantly had her juices flowing.

Her thoughts taking her back to when she was getting some big cock on a regular basis; before she settled down with Jack. Thoughts of Graham and Alex filling her pussy and mouth flashed though her head. She remembered well how good they used to fuck her and how much she enjoyed big cock. Over the past two years she had almost forgotten what it was like. Jack being a man with an average cock was still good in bed and did please her very well but her thoughts went to how good it felt to be so full and to fucked so deep over and over again.

“Hanna …… Hanna” Jack said as he waited for her to respond.

“Huh, oh sorry, what? I was caught in a daydream.” She said shaking her head a little.

“Todd is going to stay for dinner okay?” Jack said looking over his sexy girlfriend.

“Oh no, that should be fine, what would you boys like to eat?” It was only 2pm so they had some time before they really had to worry about anything

After a little conversation on the subject they decided on Chinese food. Hanna went and grabbed one of the menus they had on the side of the fridge and they went through the list of items.

She noticed after she sat down that her dress was a little higher on her thigh and was giving a clear view of her panties covering her pussy and ass. She sat on the chair with her legs tucked up beside her which gave Jack and Todd a great view. She thought for a second about changing her position to be less revealing but she stopped herself and decided to stay put.

She would glance up and catch Todd taking a peak which turned her on. Knowing that her boyfriend’s friend was checking her out, not to mention that he was good looking and had what looked to be a huge cock. And to top it all off her boyfriend was sitting right there enjoying the view as well.

Hanna grabbed the phone and dialled the number to place the order. “When do you want to pick it up Jack?” She said as she peaked around the corner.

“Let’s say 6pm.” He said as he looked at Todd and then Hanna to see if they agreed.

“6pm will be fine, thank you.” She said before hanging the phone up. Just then the phone rang. Hanna figured it was the restaurant calling back to confirm the order but it was not. It was Jack’s boss calling Eric Winslow.

Hanna picked up the phone. “Hello Eric”

“Hi is Jack there please?”

“One minute, I will get him ……. Jack phone”

Jack got up and came to the phone. After a couple of minutes he came back out and said that he had to go to work for about an hour. There was a problem with some of the reporting and they needed it corrected.

“I will not be long, promise. Are you okay with Todd here? I can pick up the food on the way home if you would like. It should be just about that time when I come back.”

Hanna looked at Jack with a pout. “Do you have to, you have a friend over and I hardly know him.”

“You will be fine just treat him the way you treat me, I am sure he will be good with that.” Jack said as he looked over at Todd giving him a cheers with his beer.

“No worries Jack, we will be right here waiting, I am sure Hanna will keep me entertained.” Todd said as Jack gave Hanna a kiss before he turned to head out.

“So how long have Jack and you been together now?” Todd asked as Hanna sat down in her chair again.

“Two years now, have been together the whole time. He is a great guy.” Hanna responded.

Hanna sat back down, but this time she made sure to hold onto her dress along her thighs and hold it down as she sat making sure not to let it ride up any further than it needed. She thought it was one thing to tease with her boyfriend around but it would totally different when he was out. She thought that would not be right at all.

Todd looked as she sat and tried to steal a peek but she sat in a way that he could not enjoy it as much as he did before.

“Something wrong Todd?” Hanna asked with a little smile. She is not sure why she said it and after the words came out she wished she hadn’t. She never planned for any of it to happen.

Jack was now driving in the car listening to some tunes as he headed to work, not knowing of what was starting to unfold in his apartment between his girlfriend of two years and an old High School Football team mate. Dark clouds came over in the sky, droplets of rain landing on the windshield as Jack drove on.

“Nothing wrong.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh no reason really just looks like you were looking for something.” She said as she smiled as the words just flowed off her tongue.

Why am I saying that she thought, what is with me, please don’t respond, please ignore me. She went on in her head. For some reason she could not help herself. She could feel the growing desire between her legs; she could feel herself getting wet again and warm between her legs, her nipples getting hard again. This can’t be happening she thought I am very happy with Jack. These feelings are just fantasy she repeated in her mind.

“Well I must admit Hanna you’re very sexy and you look great in the white dress, and from what I saw earlier, your orange panties looked very nice.” Todd said with a smile.

It was like Hanna lost all control of herself. She was flattered by what Todd said and she wanted to hear more.

“My panties, you saw my panties? You bad boy.”

“Well it was very hard not to look, I mean I tried but it was so hard.”

Hanna smiled back at him and moved her legs to let her dress ride up a little. She thought a little teasing should be okay, just some teasing she kept thinking.

“I noticed you had a bit of a hard time earlier, I was wondering what that was about. I did not realize it was for me.” She said as she walked off to the kitchen. “Another beer Todd?” She said leaning into the fridge.

“Yes please.” Todd said as he adjusted once again in his seat as his cock started to grow again.

Hanna returned with his beer and leaned forward making sure to give him an ample view of her tits that were staining against her bra and dress as she leaned over.

Her eyes glancing up as he focused his eyes on her well tanned breasts.

“You like looking at my tits Todd? Does that turn you on looking at your friend’s girlfriends tits?” Hanna questioned teasingly before sitting back down in her chair.

Hanna sat with her one legged crossed over the other at the knee. This lifter her one thigh off the couch and gave Todd a great view of her legs, he could see a hint of her orange panties again which pleased him.

Jack was now turning off the highway as he was closer to work. Only about 15 minutes more to go and he would be there to take care of the problem they were having.

Jack put on his Bluetooth earpiece for his phone and called home just to check in with Hanna to make sure she was okay. He knew that Hanna was a little uncomfortable being home with someone she just met so he thought it would be a good idea to give her a call to help keep her calm.

“You have beautiful legs Hanna; they look fantastic with that tan.” Todd said as he kept starring. “It would be nice to see more of them.” He said with a smile and a wink.

“Oh really, I am not sure I should do that.” Her hand moving down her thigh and rubbing her legs softly to tease him some more. She noticed at that moment that the bulge that she saw earlier in his pants was growing again. This turned her on even more, knowing that she was getting him hard just with some mild teasing.

Her hand now guiding her dress up a little more as she adjusted her legs. “There that is all you are going to get, I think anything more would not be right.” She said as she looked down to see that she is showing off most of her thighs and she knew that he was even getting a nice treat by seeing her panties more.

Hanna notice the bulge in Todd’s pants growing as he smiles looking at her and taking in the site of her legs and panties. “I see someone is excited and it looks to me that you’re really excited in a big way.” Hanna said as she watched his cock throb in his pants. She could see it pulsing up and down as it grew. She could see outline in his pants even more now as his cock grew revealing just how big his cock is.

“Hanna ….. Are you going to get that, Hanna…..? ”

Then suddenly Hanna looked up at Todd. “What, oh shit, sorry.” She said as she got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone.

“Hi hun how is it there with you and Todd, everything okay?”

She was still a little confused because she lost her focus like she was mesmerized by Todd’s growing bulge. “Oh yes dear, everything is good here.” She said as she looked back over to Todd with a smile.

Todd smiled back and sat quietly as he ogled her ass, he could see the outline of her orange boy short panties as she stood talking. Hanna then began to walk around a bit before she kneeled on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and leaned onto the table with her elbows while she talked. For a moment she forgot that Todd was there and then it came to her as Jack mentioned his name again. She then realized that her dress was now half way up her butt and that Todd was now getting a great view of her ass.

She looked to her left to see Todd starring at her and one hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants as he smiled back at her.

She whispered. “You are so bad and naughty looking at my ass.” As she listened to Jack on the other end. She gave a little teasing wiggle which caused her dress to move a little higher.

Todd got up from the couch and walked over behind Hanna and pressed his bulge against her ass as he put his hands on her hips, pushing her dress even higher showing off her sexy ass in the orange boy shorts. “Mmmmm.” She moaned forgetting she was on the phone.

My wife, Janet, will have her 55th birthday in a few weeks. I asked her what she wanted besides a membership to AARP.

She laughed and said, “Well, for starters you can take me out for an expensive dinner and a show at a casino and of course I will need a new outfit.”

This is normal, as we do that every year for her birthday.

“Anything else?”

“I’ve been looking at some stuff on the internet and will let you know what I decide.”

After a week, I asked her if she had made up her mind what she wanted.

“Not yet but I’m close to making a decision. Let you know in a couple days.”

I was getting more curious as the days went on. Janet is not very computer savvy, so I figured she would not have deleted the history of where she had been or found “In-private browsing.”

She went to her aerobics class, Saturday morning, as always. This was my chance to check out the computer.

When I opened “history,” I got the shock of my life. She had been on a whole lot of Bondage and Discipline Websites. After opening a few, I noticed that some of them had chats, that it seemed she had been on. And down further, I saw she had been reading stories on Literotica. I went on the site and read a couple of them. They were all about women being dominated.

What the hell was she up to. Never in our 32 years of marriage had she ever mentioned or suggested anything to do with being dominated.

I decided not to confront her about it and see where it lead.

Was she trying to decide if she wanted to get involved in that lifestyle? She didn’t say anything the rest of the weekend.

Monday, Janet called me at the shop and said she was going to go for a drink with Ann, after work. She would be home by 7 and would get something to eat there.

At seven she walked through the door. She had that glow she gHer Birthday Presentets when she has had a couple, but she was far from being drunk, thank God as she had driven.

“Hi Honey. Did you eat?”

“Yah, but was waiting for you for my dessert.”

“Well, come on then. I haven’t had dessert yet either.”

We were undressing as we went. By the time we got to the bedroom we were down to our underwear and by the time we were in the bed, it too was gone.

“Let’s 69, hon, I want that cock in my mouth and your tongue in my wet pussy.” How could I turn that down.

Her mouth engulfed my cock and her head was immediately moving rapidly up and down my now rigid cock. I had my face buried between her legs and my tongue cleaving into her wet, hot pussy.

After a few minutes of this she pulled her head up and with a throaty order. “Fuck me, fuck me now and fuck my hard.”

This is not something that she hasn’t said before when she is horny but my mind wondered if this time may have something to do with the domination she had been looking into.

“Get on all fours. You want a hard fucking, I’ll give you just what you want.”

Taking my engorged cock in my hand, I ran it down the crack of her ass and then between her now open, swollen pussy lips, teasing her.

“Quit fucking around and put that damn cock of yours in my cunt.” Now there was a word I never heard her say before. She always referred to it as her pussy or “muffy”.

Now as I was getting ready to thrust it into her, I had a thought, I brought my hand down onto her ass cheek. Not hard but enough to leave a little pink mark.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Because I felt like it.”

“Well, not so hard.” Wow, that is the first time she has responded like that. I had given her a light swat or two in the throes of passion and she later told me she didn’t like it.

As I started to fuck her “cunt,” I leaned forward and reached around and grabbed both nipples and rolled them between my finger tips. She moaned and shoved harder against me.

Pinching and rolling them harder and pulling on them had her in a frenzy. She was thrusting back against me and murmuring, “Oh that feels good but not quite so hard. Let me get used to it awhile.”

This was all it took to make my balls start to tighten.

“Baby, I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Just a couple more minutes, I am almost there too.”

I pulled a little harder on he nipples as she started to sit up. Her mouth opened and a piercing wail came out that must have been heard down the block.

She was grinding her cunt down onto my cock, as far as it would go, she had an orgasm, like nothing I have seen from her in ages.

As I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my swollen cock, I erupted into her hot, sopping love tunnel.

Both of us were sated. I still had my hands cupping her little B cup tits. She reached up and held my hands firmly against them. Meanwhile, my softening cock was slithering out of her spent hole.

“Not that I am complaining but what the hell got into you tonight. Besides me?”

“Let’s get showered and fix a drink. I want to talk to you about something, actually, my birthday present.

I know where this is going. Of course, she has no idea that I know. "Besides our usual ritual, for my birthday, I have been checking out some sites on the internet. After talking with Ann and her husband, I want to try something.”

“And what might that be, Janet?”

“Being dominated.”

“What, are you kidding me. There is no way I could treat you like that.”

“Not you, someone to work with me, someone that would know how to test my limits.”

“What limits?”

“Sex and pain.”

“I don’t get it, Janet, you have never been into pain, and what do Ann and Jim have to do with it.”

“They are in the lifestyle, or I should say she is and he goes along with it.”

“So in other words, you want to make me a cuckold.

"No, no. I want you to be okay with letting me try this. We could advertise online like Ann did. They found a "master” for her that they both agreed on.“

"This is just to fucking weird Janet. Do you actually think I would go along with this?”

“I was hoping you would. Once I am trained I would be all yours again. I know you have it in you to take me places we have never been, but I need to know just how far I will go, before we get into it with each other. I need an experienced Dom to work with me.”

“Where besides Ann have you been getting all this info?”

“BDSM sites. I have been chatting with married women, who are into this and with their husbands okay. In fact, most say, he helped them pick her Dom.”

“Let me ask you this, Janet, do you think our marriage, after all these years, could stand up to this?”

“Yes, I do. You have always wanted me to be more adventurous in the bedroom. I have always enjoyed showing off my assets for you. You like me doing that don’t you, you like what it does to me sexually and don’t we have the best sex after I do this?”

I had to admit that I do like when she does that and yah, the sex has always been the hottest and she has always gone a little further than she normally would.

“Yes, babe, you’re right, but this would be a big step up from anything we have ever, even considered.”

“I know, but can we just advertise and see who responds and pick a couple to meet, if they are not to far away.”

“Tell you what. You put the add you want, on the internet but open a new E-Mail account just for the responses and no pics, until we chat with some of the guys who strike our fancy and then we’ll see.”

“Oh thank you, love, thank you. I promise this will be good for both of us. I am not that young. I hope we can find someone who will take on an out of shape, 55 year old woman.”

“Hon, you are not that bad. A bit thick around the waist. You tits have spread out on your chest, but don’t sag down like most women’s do at your age and your legs and ass are still in great shape. Maybe we can work with that midsection to get it firmed up if it bothers you that much. Maybe the guy we pick will think like I do. A bit more to hang onto.”

The next day while I was at work, she put together an online request that read, “Mature, married woman looking for an experienced Dom, to take me and help me test my limits. Husband must approve but will never participate. ”

Now we had to wait to see what kind of responses we would get.

It took three days but the responses started to come in. We looked through all of them and as the interest dwindled, we chose two, to communicate with.

One guy was black and had been a Dom for over 20 years. He was 49, years old, 6'3" and 230. He enjoyed testing the limits of white wives, regardless of age. He wanted a pic. Didn’t have to be a nude. Just full body and face, recent.

The other was a white man, 55 years old and claimed to be a trainer of subs. He was 5'9", 190. He stated he loved dominating and testing the limits of women, especially if they were married. As they were the most responsive. He wanted a pic of Janet in bra, panties, stockings with garter and high heels.

The black man was in Vegas. We had no problem making the day’s drive if that is what he wanted.

The other guy was from, 30 miles away. We sent him the pic he wanted.

The black guy from Vegas, said he would set us up with a place to stay if we decided that he and my wife decided to play. We sent him a pic of Janet in a pair of short shorts and tank top.

We chatted online with the guy closest to us. We made a date to meet him at a casino lounge there the next Friday night. He understood that he was not the only one we were considering and that my husband would be there also. He agreed.

He wanted to talk to Janet on the phone. We gave him her cell number and he called her two days before the meet. We put him on loudspeaker.

“Janet, my name is Ken, once we introduce each other, when we first meet, you will call me "master” or “sir.” This is so we can establish the proper rapport from the beginning, even if we never get together. I insist on this. Are you agreeable?“

"Yes, sir, I am.”

“Very good then. I like a woman who does what I say. I want you to wear a certain outfit. I see by your picture that middle age spread has set in and I assume your tits have lost their ability to ride high on your chest without support?”

“Yes, sir, that is right.”

“Ok, I want you to wear a dress, loose fitting, chemise style, shorter the better. Exposed stocking tops when you cross your legs would be excellent. I prefer dark colors. The sheerest black stockings you can find and a matching bra, panty and garter set, in black and four inch or higher whore shoes. Bright red lipstick and nail polish.”

I understand, sir, but what are whore shoes?“

"I like the open toe, concept, with a wide strap around the leg just above the ankle, and remember, at least 4 inch heels.”

“Yes sir. I look forward to meeting you.”

We went shopping and found her a dark gray, chemise dress. Low cut, in front. A good six inches above her knees. In Victoria’ Secret, we bought a black demi bra, that barely covered her nipples, a matching high cut bikini panty and lace garter and the very sheer stockings.

Janet will tell the story from her perspective, from here on.

Janet-

I wanted to look my best for the man who could be my master, for training. First I ran a bath and used my lavender bath beads with aloe. I soaked until the water cooled. Next I took a shower, used hair remover on my legs. I wanted to be totally smooth, to his touch. My pussy hair is trimmed short, but full. I left it that way, but shaved my pussy lips and ass crack. If he wanted me bare, I am sure he would tell me.

My hair which is cut short and close, made for an easy do. I clipped my nails and applied several coats of bright red nail polish, toe nails too.

Once I had gone this far, I put on a robe and went downstairs and opened a bottle of wine. I would have a couple glasses until my husband got home. I wanted him to help me get dressed. He loves doing that.

He brought Chinese take out with him, so we would not have to cook or go out. Just get ready and go.

After he showered and got dressed. I came into the bedroom. Other than one glass, that he drank, I finished the whole bottle. I was very mellow and ready for our evening, with my potential Dom and master.

He removed my robe and I dabbed on Allure, my favorite perfume.

The first thing he put on was the wide lacy, garter belt with six silky, elastic straps.

He took the panties, leaned down and held them open for me. I held onto his shoulder as I stepped into them and he pulled them up my legs and settled them on my tight, round ass, smoothing the silky material.

Next the bra, he held it up as I put my arms through it. He reached around and hooked and made sure my little B cup tits were in place with the nipples just covered but the tops of the areolas were exposed.

My stockings were next, I chose to put them on because of the delicateness of them, I didn’t want his hands to run them. He had my “whore” heels, ready for me to put on. I was sitting on my dressing table chair and he put them on my feet and buckled the strap. The buckle looked like a little pad lock.

I was now ready for my dress but he told me to wait, as he reached into his pocket and came out with a little box, that contained a very delicate ankle bracelet. He put it around my right ankle.

I stood up and kissed him passionately. He told me if we were going to do this we would do it right.

He opened the dress and I stepped into it. The zipper was zipped and I was about ready to go. I put on my bright red lipstick and looked at myself in the mirror. I hoped Ken would like how I looked.

We met Ken at the prescribed place. He was a nondescript man but I could tell that he was an alpha male. He exuded a force that immediately had my full attention. My husband sitting along side of me, was now a shadow.

“Janet, I’m Ken and this must be Paul, your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Oh, yes sir, sorry sir.”

“That’s alright. First time and all. But the next indiscretion, will be dealt with, with punishment.”

“We need to get off on the right foot, right from the beginning. Don’t you agree, Janet.”

“Yes sir.”

“So, you are interested in being dominated by a man that will test and push your limits, for sex and pain. Am I right?”

“Yes, Master, I have been having fantasies of being stripped, bound, gagged, fucked, spanked and whipped. I make myself cum thinking about it, when I masturbate.”

“You will not be disappointed if you come to me. Now please get up and stand beside me.”

I did as he wanted.

“Now lift your dress so I can see your stockings, garter and panties.” I just looked at him.

“Just do it, or this meeting is over.”

Looking around I didn’t see anyone paying us any attention. I slowly lifted my dress up to my hips.

“Just as I asked for. Now turn around so I can see how spank able that ass of your’s is.’

As I turned he ran his hand over my panty clad ass, crooked a finger into the elastic waistband and pulled them down below my cheeks.

"Very nice. You are one lucky guy Paul, to have such a fine and willing woman, all to yourself. But that will change shortly, once she takes a Dom.” My husband didn’t respond. I could tell he was not happy with where this was going.

“Please Sir, let me drop my dress and sit down. This is embarrassing.”

He just flipped his hand. I got decent again and sat down.

“This is not going well. I don’t think I’m the one you are looking for. You need someone with less exuberance for the lifestyle. Someone who will lead you by the hand, into submission, if that is your desire.”

“I am sorry, Ken. That we wasted your time but you are right. This will not end well, I suspect, if we allow you to train Janet.” My husband commented.

“I hope you find who you are looking for.” With that he stood up, kissed me hard on the lips and left.

We spent the next week, lamenting on what had taken place in that short span of time, with Ken. It was decided that we would call Damian, that was the black guy from Vegas and if he was still in agreement we would go to him in Vegas. If nothing else it would give us a few days away, in Sin City.

We E-mailed him and asked if he would consider talking to us on the phone. He said he would and we gave him our phone number. He called us within the hour.

His demeanor, at least on the phone, was in direct contrast to Ken’s.

“What do you expect from me?”

“To be trained to be a submissive to men, especially my husband. To have my limits for sex and pain, tested and possibly pushed. I would like to be spanked, nipple play, made to worship you.”

“That and more can be arranged. You know I am particular to white, married women don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I am aware and both me and my husband are okay with it. You know that he has to approve of my Dom.”

“I know that and am fine with it. Don’t call me sir or master or anything but Damian, that is my name and that is what I want to be referred to.”

“Yes, Damian, I am more than happy to comply.”

We talked for over an hour and agreed that we need to take it to the next step and told him we would meet him in Vegas. If it didn’t work out we would at least have a few days of fun in Sin City.

The next day we got an E-Mail from him with a confirmation number for 4 nights at the Bellagio. It was his treat. He wanted us to enjoy our stay also. Even if he didn’t get to have me. He told us to call him when we were in town and he would meet us at the hotel.

We got there Thursday evening and called him. He met us at the hotel right after we finished checking in.

I saw him approach us. He was everything I had imagined. Tall, well muscled in his slacks and tight fitting sport shirt, unbuttoned to his sternum. His head was shaved and he had a goatee. I felt a familiar tingling between my legs. The thong I was wearing was going to be of no use soon.

He introduced himself and kissed me on the lips.

“Come on lets go to your room. I had champagne delivered a short time ago. It should be chilled by now.”

The three of us sat and had a couple glasses. He included my husband in the conversation.

“You don’t strike me as the kind of guy that would hand his lovely, sexy wife over to the likes of me, Paul?”

“This is what she wanted for her birthday, which is Saturday. I know I am taking a chance here but also hope that she will come back to me, still wanting to be married and grow old together and of course submissive. All I would ask, Damian, is that you do not disrespect her or leave any lasting marks on her body.”

He told us that there was nothing unreasonable about that and he had no intention of keeping me. If I wanted to stay, it would all be on me. Also he said, before we start, he would like us to read and agreement he has with each “client” as he called us. He would like both of us to sign it. It would not be legally binding but it usually made all concerned more comfortable.

It was laying on the table by the champagne. It had been delivered with it.

Paul and I read it and basically, it told of what he would do with me and not do with me and the last paragraph, before the closing, stated that there would be no lasting marks, tattoos or piercing without the consent of the client and her husband. We both looked at him and asked him what that meant.

“Some of my women have wanted to be tattooed or have their nipples or clit pierced to go back to hubby with. I don’t want anything to do with this unless he agrees with your request, should you want this. Marks would be, if you progressed to caning, there would surely be some marks that may not fade for some time if ever. Caning sometimes, breaks the skin, depending on the severity of it.”

We signed it and he put it in his pocket.

“Both of you meet me in the lounge after dinner. I will have a table reserved, in the back corner. Guess you could call it my table, my corner when I need it.”

“What do I wear?”

“Your choice but make it short, low cut and sexy.”

We decided that I would wear the same outfit I did for Ken.

Sunday July 12th 2:30 p.m.

It’s a scene that we’ve played out for so many years I’ve lost count, but it’s still as much fun for me as it apparently is for Donna. Donna is the woman who is kneeling on the chair in front of me, looking out the window with her shorts and panties pulled down to her knees, looking out at her husband in the back yard.

Her lard-ass husband Pete has assumed the position of his choice as well, which is flat on his back in a chaise lounge, a beer beside him and the obnoxious voice of Yankees radio announcer John Sterling blaring from the boom box positioned next to the beer.

Me? I’m the guy positioned in the kitchen, with my slacks and underwear down around my ankles, also looking out at the backyard over Donna’s shoulder at my friend Pete while my cock moves in and out of his wife’s pussy.

John Sterling is going into one of his contrived “It is far! It is deep!” rants because one of Yankees has just hit one deep to left field and he thinks it might be a home run. Because he gets it wrong so often, one never really knows, but in the kitchen I am taking Donna deep, and she’s loving it.

She whimpers each time I thrust my cock all the way into her sweet pussy, the clapping sounds of our bodies slapping together synchronized nicely with her moans and my grunts. It’s a beautiful chorus that her husband could hear if he was paying attention, but he doesn’t seem to be.

My hands are wrapped around Donna, her body still remarkably slender and fit despite her fifty one years, and they are roughly kneading her tits. Roughly because that’s the way she likes it. She likes her tits mauled, and I’m happy to accommodate her.

Her breasts used to be perky little cones, but after a couple of kids and the aging process, they hang down loosely. Almost all nipple, they barely fill my hand these days, but I love them just the same. Donna knows I love them too, unlike her husband, who spent their younger years mocking their lack of size and humiliating her in front of others with his snide comments.

Pete used to be my friend, but I now consider him as more of an acquaintance than anything else. We’ve grown apart over the years for many reasons, some just because we’ve gotten different interests, but mostly because of the way he treats his wife. Maybe my screwing his wife every chance I get has something to do with it too.

I don’t like that; the physical and mental abuse of women or spouses in general I mean. If you don’t love each other, that’s fine. Go your separate ways. That’s what Jen and I did several years ago, although she wasn’t quite as adult about the breakup as I had wished. I thought I had taken it well, all things considered, after finding out about her raging infidelity right after we discovered we would never be able to have children, but that’s water over the dam now.

So now I live in the same house we shared for a couple of decades, just down the road from Donna and Pete. We used to be tight, the four of us, but since Jen packed up and moved on we don’t do the couples thing any more, obviously. Mostly we meet like this.

I’ve known Donna since we were teens, and I hate the fact that I never had the nerve to tell her how I felt about her. Strange how becoming friends with a girl can work both ways. Sometimes it makes a relationship happen, and in my case, sometimes it scares you off for fear of losing them as a friend if they don’t feel the same. That’s they way we were, it appears,

Donna begins to orgasm, and I can tell this because I’ve grown accustomed to the buildup. The high-pitched little grunts as it begins to build and then a longer groan - almost a squeal - as her pussy clamps down around my cock hard. This usually send me on my way too, and this time is no exception.

My whole lower body tingles as I send jets of my seed deep into her womb. It feels like I’m cumming a whole lot for some reason, although it usually feel that way since this is the only sex I have and it must build up inside of me waiting for release.

Like I said at the beginning, this is something that we have done numerous times over the last decade, only there was something different about this time. It had to do with Donna calling me on my cell phone, asking me that if I wanted her I should hurry down.

The answer to that was obvious. Of course I wanted her. What she said afterward was strange, but I agreed to it. It bothered me at first, but once I went into the house and spread Donna’s slim and trim thighs apart, I forgot about it for the time being.

Now, having cum, I was reminded about it when Donna gave me a quick kiss and pointed me toward the door. I went towards the door but did not leave as was the usual custom. Instead I waited around the corner of the living room, along the wall where the pictures of them with their kids filled every inch of space.

I stood there waiting while Donna called out to her husband, and after I heard the screen door slam a second time, I heard muttering and footsteps going down the hall toward their bedroom. After a suitable pause, I followed.

The door to the bedroom was left ajar, just as Donna said it would be, and just as I had told her I would, I watched as the bizarre scene unfolded before my eyes.

…

Sunday July 12th 3:00 p.m.

If you had told me yesterday that I would be positioned in the hall outside of my neighbor’s bedroom in the middle of a hot July afternoon like this I would have laughed in your face, but here I was.

I was not laughing either, as the surreal scene played out right in front of me. Donna was on her back in the bed, her blouse still on but pulled up to her neck. Her shorts and panties were off, and her legs were spread wide open with her feet planted on the mattress.

I had a good view of Donna’s pussy, and it was one I enjoyed immensely. The spacious triangle of charcoal black hair had been trimmed slightly around the outer edges so she could wear bathing suits without embarrassment, but Donna still had an exquisitely hairy pussy that reflected her Italian heritage. It was something she had also been ashamed of, but was something I adored.

The problem was, as I could see even from my limited vantage point, was that I could see my cum on the fringes of the pussy hair along her opening, and if I could see it, Pete certainly could, because he was standing at the foot of the bed staring right at it.

Pete was pulling down his shorts, and while I didn’t want to look at his pale white ass, I didn’t have much choice. When he began talking, I could barely hear him because of the sounds of my heart pounding.

“He fucked you good, didn’t he slut?” Pete snarled, the tenor of his voice chilling. “His cum is leaking out of you. Didn’t you keep your legs closed on the way in here?”

“I tried,” Donna said in a whisper.

“Don’t start crying on me, slut,” Pete snapped. “You asked for it. Now you had your fun, I’m going to have mine. Who knows? You’ll probably like it too.”

Pete was wedging a pillow under Donna’s ass, and waddled over to yank up Donna’s blouse so that her wrists were bound, and somehow secured them up my the headboard. Pete’s dick was hard and bobbed in front of him under his beer belly as he came back to the foot of the bed.

“Spread them,” Pete said, and Donna opened her legs wider in response.

Donna looked so helpless and scared there on the bed, her arms stretched up over her head. Her tiny breasts all but disappeared with her like that on her back, and I knew that Donna didn’t like to be seen like that. Maybe that was why Pete had done it.

“Now slut,” Pete said. “Tell me all about it. Tell me what Dave did to you, and how much you liked it.”

The sound of my name sent a shiver right down my spine, as I realized that our relationship had been discovered. I got ready to burst into the room, not willing to let this clown hurt her any more than he had already over the years.

Pete got on his knees and moved up between Donna’s legs, and for a moment I thought to myself - this guy not only knows that another guy just had sex with his wife but is going to fuck her right after it!

That wasn’t the case, and in retrospect that perverse notion would have been a whole lot more sane than what followed.

“Talk to me, Donna,” Pete said as he crouched over his wife. “It must have been good, because I could hear you squealing all the way out there. Tell me everything, right from the start.”

“I called Dave like you told me to, and he came right over.”

“Keep going. I’m not going to keep asking.”

“He came over and asked me where you were. Told him you were out back and that I wanted him to - you know.”

“Fuck. You wanted him to fuck you. Say it. You didn’t have any trouble doing it, so say it.”

“I wanted him to fuck me.”

“You wanted him to fuck you with that big cock of his, didn’t you? SAY IT! I told you what I wanted to hear, so tell me.”

“I wanted him to fuck me with his big cock,” Donna said, and after she finished the sentence, Pete let out something like a groan, after which he fell down on Donna.

Not his entire body, just his face. Right down on her pussy. Pete stuck his face right into that gooey pussy and began to eat her out like a feral animal. The sounds he made were matched my his actions, as he seemed to be trying to stick his entire head into his wife’s pussy.

Was I disgusted? You bet. Yet there was something about this that kept me frozen in place. Maybe it was Donna’s voice, which kept telling the story with occasional promptings from her husband.

“I knelt on the chair, like you told me to do and Dave pulled my shorts and panties down. What? Yes, I was already wet just thinking about it, but even though I was ready it hurt.”

“Come on!” Pete spat as he lifted his face from between Donna’s thighs. “Keep going. When did it hurt, Donna?”

“At the start, when he - you know.”

“Say it!”

“When he put his big cock in my cunt.”

Pete kept slobbering all over Donna’s pussy, while I noticed his hand busily working on himself, mercifully out of my line of sight.

“Made you cum, didn’t he?”

“I came. Came twice. The second time was when Dave came.”

“Even the crack of your ass is full of his cum,” Pete snapped, lifting Donna’s tiny body up of the bed with his palms so he could apparently clean up that area too. “Bet you’d like him to fuck you in the ass like I do.”

“No,” Donna whimpered. “He’s way too big.”

Pete groaned again and jumped up to his knees, sticking his cock into Donna and thrusting a couple of times before crying out and then collapsing on top of his wife.

The room was silent as they both were motionless on the bed. I was hoping that Pete had a heart-attack, but he began to move and managed to get up onto his knees in time.

“You get him to do it, or else,” Pete snarled to Donna as I backtracked down the hall, not waiting to find out what “it” was, although I assumed that the “him” was me.

…

Monday July 13th 11:45 a.m.

I went to work the next day, although I was working on next to no sleep after what I saw the day before. I had expected Donna to call me, but she didn’t until the next morning, and when she did she was clearly distraught. She told me that she couldn’t talk then, but would drive by my work place around lunch time.

When I saw her car pull into the parking lot, I signed out for lunch and hurried outside. Donna was sitting on a bench under a tree, looking like she was running on less sleep than I was, with circles under her big brown eyes and I grim expression on her face.

Other than that, she looked as great as ever to me. She was wearing a mauve and white striped sleeveless blouse that showcased her slender tanned arms, which were still as firm and shapely as ever. Wearing a bra, her breasts looked just as perky as they had thirty some years ago, and her white shorts complimented her trim legs and firm butt. By the time I got over to Donna, I was half hard.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” Donna said, clearly embarrassed by the situation she found herself in, and one that I really had no inkling about at that moment. “Sorry I didn’t call earlier. I’m still kinda - confused.”

“You are?” I said. “Imagine how I feel.”

“I know. I don’t really know where to begin.”

“Start with calling me over to your place yesterday afternoon.”

“Okay,” Donna said. “Well, I called you over because that was what he told me to do.”

“Pete did?”

“Yeah. He told me to get you to come over or else.”

“Or else what?” I asked.

“I’d better go in order here,” Donna said, looking pained. “This isn’t easy.”

“Would it help if I told you that I love you?” I reminded her. “Always have and always will, no matter what?”

Donna smiled at that, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. As she raised her arm, my eyes instinctively devoured what must have been the work of a master sculptor; the bronze limb with just a dusting of down below the elbow, the bicep that had that gentle swell that hinted at muscularity, and the soft and starkly pale underside of her arm.

I smiled when I saw the deep hollow of her armpit, with just a hint of five o'clock shadow coating the damp pocket. There was a time back in our “hippie” days when those armpits of Donna’s were overflowing with hair, so much so that I used to tease her for having more hair under her arms than I did.

I had thought she looked incredibly sexy like that, but like everything else I had felt about her back in those days, I chose to keep it to myself until it was too late. Yet another example of my being responsible for the position I found myself in. Or was it more accurate to say, the position WE found ourselves in?

“A couple of nights ago, Pete asked me if I wanted to watch a movie,” Donna said. “I told him that I was tired, but he insisted. When he brought me into the bedroom and turned on the TV, I almost fainted. It was us.”

“Us?” I asked. “You and Pete?”

“No. You and me. Together. In the bed. Naked.”

“How?” I asked, feeling a little queasy myself about then.

“You can watch the movie with me sometime if you want,” Donna said. “From the camera angle it looks like it was hidden on the dresser.”

“What could you see?”

“What couldn’t you see?” Donna said with a laugh that was more frustration than humor related. “There we were in living color. Me giving you head and you going down on me, and then you and me going at it. It would have been erotic to watch if Pete wasn’t watching it with me.”

“What happened then? I assume he was pissed,” I suggested, knowing his hair-trigger temper.

“I thought so too, but the more we watched it the weirder he got. He went from being pissed about you to something - I don’t know. Just weird. He told me that he had - I don’t know if you want to hear this - but he said that it was too bad we all didn’t get together back when you and Jennifer were married because he…”

“Had screwed Jen?” I opined, finishing her sentence, and after Donna nodded I let out a little laugh. “Oh well, she wasn’t particular toward the end.”

“Guess that all the women aren’t that infatuated by guys with big dicks like I am,” Donna said. “That was what he told me. I told him that he was wrong if he thought that was what it was all about, but he kept harping on it. He was doing like a play-by-play over the film. It was almost as if he was excited by it.”

“So how did that end up with me coming over yesterday?”

“He told me that I had to get you over and let you fuck me, or else.”

“Or else what?” I sneered.

“Or else he would show the film to Rebecca and Tyler,” Donna said, referring to their grown children. “He said that maybe they wouldn’t be so thrilled if they knew what a whore their mother is.”

“Shit.”

“So I did that, but asked you to pretend to leave and then stick around,” Donna said. “I was afraid that he was going to beat me up or something. I don’t know if you could hear what went on or not.”

“Heard a whole lot,” I explained. “Saw quite a bit too.”

“You could see?” Donna asked, her face turning a deep crimson.

“I was standing out in the hall looking through the space at the hinges.”

“Omigod. I’m so embarrassed,” Donna said, on the verge of tears.

“Why? You didn’t do anything. It’s that jerk who should be ashamed,” I told her. “You? You looked beautiful, just like always.”

“The things he made me do,” Donna said softly.

“I saw.”

“You didn’t stay long enough to see the nasty stuff,” Donna said. “All night. It was amazing that for somebody who can’t get it up most of the time, he was insatiable. He kept showing that film and watching it while making me do all kinds of…”

Donna started to cry, and I held her and consoled her as best I could while trying to find the magic words that would make everything all better. Needless to say, none were forthcoming.

“Just as I was leaving, I heard him say something about you getting me to do something,” I said.

“He wants,” Donna said after regaining a bit of her composure. “He wants me to get you to have a threesome with us.”

“Me in the same bed with him?” I said, and Donna nodded. “Us having sex with you?”

“I’m supposed to do this without you knowing that he found out about us,” Donna added. “So whatever you do, you can’t let on that I told you anything about all this.”

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Tuesday July 14th 7:30 p.m.

I had gotten the call a few minutes earlier, so after I saw Pete drive past my house on his way to the meeting of his fish and game club, I walked down to their house. Donna was waiting at the door, already half naked, and after I helped her out of the rest of her clothes and shed my own, I lifted her up and impaled her on my cock while I cradled her in my arms.

Donna bounced up and down on my cock while I bent my knees to let her land on my thighs on the way down. It was brief and rather animal-like on our part, and ended with me pinning Donna against the wall while trying to drive her through it. After we came, we got ourselves together as best we could and I let Donna lead me into her bedroom.

We sat on the carpet at the foot of the bed, making sure that we were out of range of that camera, and watched the film of us. It was just a simple stationary camera, but there was something about it that was very erotic and nasty looking, and to be honest we looked really good.

From the angle of the camera, my cock did appear to be some kind of genetic mutation and made me look better than the most skilled cinematographer could have managed. When it was over, I realized that I had been squeezing Donna’s hand really hard, and apologized.

“That’s okay,” Donna said. “I felt that way when I saw it too. We do look good together. No wonder Pete is jealous of you. You look like a stallion. I mean, you always look good to me, but seeing you like that?”

“I want you,” I said, and Donna was way ahead of me, pulling off her shorts and straddling me as I tugged my sweats down and exposed my erection.

This time we were more tender with each other, as Donna rode my cock like she was doing some kind of exotic dance. She swayed and writhed on top of me while I sucked on her titties, pulling and twisting the little cones as if I was trying to pull them off. Donna was biting my neck and talking so vulgarly that I hardly recognized her voice.

“That’s it David,” Donna growled. “You feel so good inside of me, and you always make me cum. I never cum with him anymore. Never. I could hardly feel his dick after you were inside me. You fill me up so much.”

I was busy myself, nibbling and licking at Donna’s neck and shoulders while trying to put my cock as deep into her as I could manage. I bit gently into her shoulders and not so gently under her arm, licking and sucking the faint stubble like an animal while Donna squealed with delight.

We came together, and Donna kept churning on top of me long after my orgasm was over, dancing to music that only she could hear, until she collapsed on top of me.

Wednesday afternoon at quarter to three and Emma was on her way home. A headache that had been nagging away at her all day had finally got the better of her. She needed to lie down in a dark room and close her eyes. Actually what she really needed was a damn good fuck. It had been months since Mike had laid a finger on her.

At fifty five he was thirteen years her senior, and whilst he seemed to have plenty of energy and enthusiasm for running his office supplies business, he had little of either when it came to the bedroom.

The business was his baby - he had built it up from scratch. Just one market stall was how he’d started, and now he had a thriving online business and a huge showroom on the outskirts of town, with plans to open another.

So understandably the business was on his mind 24/7, and he spent more time in the office than he did at home. It had occurred to Emma that maybe he was up to something with one of his young thirty-something assistants. On the odd occasions that she had popped in to see him at work, it was clear that he enjoyed flirting with them. So he could be expending all his energy elsewhere, or maybe he had just run out of steam in that department. Either way, she sure as hell wasn’t getting any. The frustration was causing her stress, and, she suspected, this bloody headache.

Then there was Stacey. Mike’s other baby. When Emma had moved in, Mike’s only daughter had been fourteen, and the two of them had been together since her mum died when she was seven.

So of course she had turned out as a right little Daddy’s girl. Whatever she wanted, she got. A personal shopper several times a year to help you pick the latest designer gear? No problem! Holidays to the Caribbean with your mates tagging along? Of course! A brand new Mini soft top with personalised number plate on your seventeenth birthday? Why not! And it didn’t help that she was drop dead fucking gorgeous, all blonde hair, blue eyes and tight tanned body, so she could basically have any boy, or man, she wanted too. None of which was particularly conducive to forging a caring, considerate, empathetic personality. She was, in short, a spoilt little bitch.

And yes, Emma understood that it must still have been tough for Stacey, having someone new come in, replacing the mum she had such fond but fading memories of, sharing her dad’s bed, someone else competing for his time and affection. But Emma had tried so very, very hard to be a friend, to make it clear she wasn’t ever going to try and take the place of her mum, but Stacey had hated and resented her from day one, and in the five years since she’d moved in, nothing much had changed. If anything it had gotten worse as Stacey became a young woman, her spitefulness and animosity becoming more hurtful and cutting. And after a while Emma’s natural defences kicked in, and now it seemed that they were forever at each other’s throats. Stacey refused to call Emma by her real name, instead using spiteful nicknames like Gold Digger (which she would sing to the tune of Goldfinger) or “GD” for short.

Emma had hoped Stacey going to uni a few months ago would have improved things between her and Mike. But as her stepdaughter had, predictably, chosen to attend a college close to home, she ended up spending almost as much time at home as she always had.

So maybe their dysfunctional relationship was another reason Mike spent so much time at work. It couldn’’t be much fun coming home to such an antagonistic and combative atmosphere. And it certainly wasn’t helping Emma’s headaches. Take this morning at breakfast for instance, a perfect example of how it always was between them.

All she had done was to ask about Stacey’s plans for the next few days. She just needed to know when the family was going to be together so she could plan grocery shopping. Ideally, they would be able to enjoy a nice family meal at the end of the week. But somehow the little bitch had turned that simple, totally reasonable, enquiry into some sort of conspiracy to get rid of her. “You never want me around, if you had your way, I would be living in some shitty student accommodation on the other side of the fucking country, so you’d have more chance to get your wrinkly money-grabbing hands on my father. Well you can fucking forget it GD, I’m not that easy to get rid of!!” All of this screamed at the top of her voice, accompanied by several slammed doors.

No wonder she had had the beginnings of a headache as she drove to work this morning.

Mike’s business meant she didn’t have to work, but she liked the independence it gave her. The commission she earned as a part time sales negotiator at a local estate agents was no more than pocket money, she knew that. It was his company’s profits that paid for the spacious five bedroom house on an exclusive estate that she was just pulling up in front of.

Her plan was to have a nap for an hour or so, then maybe hit the gym at the local sports club. A few hours circuit training should help de-stress her, not to mention keep her body toned and tight. She always worked hard to keep her body as fit and as sexy as she could for her husband, though she was beginning to question the point of it all.

As she opened the back door, Emma immediately realised that the alarm had been turned off. She had definitely been the last one out that morning and had set the alarm herself. Mike, she knew, was at the office as she had spoken to him no more than twenty minutes ago to let him know she was off home. Stacey would be at uni. As she closed the kitchen door quietly behind her, she picked up a large frying pan for self defence and walked through into the living room. The ground floor of the house was pretty much all open plan, so within a few minutes she had ascertained that it was empty. She moved to the bottom of the stairs and cocked her head to listen for any noises from the floor above. Voices. She could definitely hear voices. She stood stock still and listened some more. Laughter. A man’s voice, and maybe a woman’s.

Treading as carefully as she could she went up the stairs. On the landing it was all too clear that the voices were coming from Stacey’s room, and she was pretty sure the woman’s voice was that of her errant stepdaughter. She put the frying pan down and tiptoed towards Stacey’s room.

The door was slightly ajar. An inch, no more. She peered through. In the large dressing mirror in front of her she could just see the reflection of a young woman in black bra and panties, sucking on a cock. She squinted, trying to focus. The cock looked huge, based on it’s size in relation to Stacey’s hands as they held it.

She couldn’t make out the identity of the cock’s owner, but he was making some very appreciative noises as Stacey sucked on his impressive dick. They both seemed pretty preoccupied with what Stacey was doing to him, so Emma took a chance and edged the door open a little more. The gap was now probably three or four inches and neither of them had noticed. She could see a lot better now, and saw that Stacey was sitting on the bed, while the mystery guy was standing in front of her. Looking up at him, Stacey unhooked her bra and threw it on to the metal frame at the bottom of the bed, keeping one hand slowly wanking his cock. Emma felt a pang of jealousy, seeing that spoilt little cow’s perfectly round breasts just bounce free, in no need of support, then felt a rush of heat in her crotch as her stepdaughter rubbed the end of that big cock all over her tits, paying particular attention to her nipples, slapping it down on them both a few times, making them stand up. She would have liked to have had a better, closer view, to see if that cock was oozing pre-cum, smearing it over those pert young nipples.

“Ok baby, now I want you to tie me up and fuck me with this beautiful big cock,” announced Stacey as she threw herself back on the bed and promptly produced two pairs of handcuffs covered in pink furry fabric from beneath a pillow.

‘Kinky little bitch!’ thought Emma. So that’s her thing is it, being tied up? She watched as the guy with the big cock clambered around the bed and clipped Stacey’s wrists in the cuffs and attached the other ends to the metal bedhead. She caught a glimpse of the guy’s face, and thought he looked familiar, but couldn’t place him. It was difficult watching it all through the angled reflection in the mirror. But she reckoned that he was quite a bit older than Stacey, her guess would be around thirty.

Emma couldn’t say that being tied up in such a way appealed to her. If anything, she’d like to be the one on top, the one calling the shots. But she was finding it all quite a turn on. Her hand crept between her legs and started to press at her pussy through her sheer panties as she watched the guy undress, his thighs big and firm like a rugby player’s, his chest broad and smooth, his arms muscled, his stomach flat. Most of all though she stared at that cock and the way it bobbed around, pointing in the air as he stripped out of his clothes. He climbed between Stacey’s outstretched legs and removed her panties in one swift movement, pulling her legs up and together before slipping them over her ankles. He spread her legs again and aimed his cock at her smoothly shaven, pouting pussy.

Emma was soaking wet through her panties, and she desperately needed more than her fingers could give her. She crept to the next bedroom, the one she shared with Mike. She slipped quietly onto the bed and pulled her skirt off. She reached over to her bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out her vibrator, an increasingly trusty companion unfortunately. Flicking the switch to the lowest setting, she lay back, spread her legs, knees bent, and began to rub the head of the buzzing toy over the front of her panties, teasing her clit.

She would have loved to have the damn thing cranked up to its maximum setting, but it got bloody noisy at that sort of level, and she didn’t want to get carried away and find Little Miss Perky Tits and her boyfriend Mr Huge Bobbing Cock standing staring at her. So she settled for a low setting, pulling her panties to one side and slipping the vibe deep inside her. As she set about fucking herself with it, thrusting it in and out as quickly as she dared, she undid her blouse with her free hand, pulled down a bra cup to release a full breast, and started pulling on a very swollen nipple.

She could hear the two of them next door, the bed creaking away, Stacey’s moaning, her lover’s grunting and a most disconcerting slapping noise, presumably his balls banging against her arse each time he drove that huge cock into her. She decided it was safe to put the toy on a noisier setting, so flicked the dial to six out of ten, and pushed it back inside her. Fuck, she wished it was that big cock thrusting into her throbbing cunt, and her arse those balls were slapping against. What Stacey had inside her was longer and fatter than this poor plastic substitute, and the power of those thighs pile-driving it in!! It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right she should have to lie here playing with herself while that little bitch got to enjoy real hot and hard cock!

Then it came to her. She knew where she recognized him from!! An idea exploded in her head. She jumped up, grabbed her phone and went back to Stacey’s door. Peering through the gap again she could see Mr Big Cock still pounding away between Stacey’s thighs. She checked for Stacey’s arms and sure enough they were stretched wide above her head, still shackled to the bedhead. She thought for a second, closed her eyes and pictured the layout of Stacey’s room. Then she pushed the door wide open.

By the time she was around the door and facing the couple on the bed, they had just enough time to turn their heads to face her. Which was exactly what she had wanted. As the flash from the phone’s camera went off, both their faces were clearly visible - along with their very naked and very much entwined bodies.

“What the fuck!! What the fucking hell are you doing?” screeched Stacey. She was beetroot red in the face, but Emma wasn’t sure if that was just anger or a severe pre-orgasm flush.

“Get out!! Get out of my room you fucking pervert cunt!!”

Emma looked on her phone to check the shot she had just taken.

“Now then, young lady, there’s no need for that sort of language.”

“Fuck you. You cunt, you fucking dried up old cunt witch.”

Mr Big Cock was clambering off the vitriolic Stacey, and he was already visibly softening.

“Ok potty mouth, this should put a stop to your rudeness.”

And with that Emma quickly located Stacey’s panties, discarded earlier by Big Cock and, scrunching them up into a ball, popped them into Stacey’s open mouth. Her stepdaughter’s eyes were wide open in utter amazement at what had just happened, and she continued to swear at Emma through the panties.

“Gerr uff meh, fugging cnngh.”

Stacey’s legs were flailing wildly, trying in vain to kick at Emma.

“Ok, if you’re going to insist on being a naughty girl then I’ll just have to treat you like one.” Grasping one of Stacey’s legs, she held it down and grabbed the bra on the end of the bed and used it to tether her stepdaughter’s right ankle to the bottom of the bed.

“Fugg uff!!” Emma was grateful it was Stacey’s right leg she had tied, as her non-dominant left leg was doing a pretty good job of landing kicks on her. It would have been much worse had it been the other way round. Moments later though, with the help of a scarf she found lying on the floor, she had the left leg secured too.

“Now just lie fucking still, you stupid little cow!” She was flustered from the wrestling she had just endured, and frankly fed up with Stacey’s tantrums.

Attempting to recover some composure, she turned her attention to Stacey’s lover, who had been quietly pulling on his pants in the corner of the room while the two women grappled.

“Errr…were you going somewhere?”

“Ah, yes…I…well…I think you two probably need to talk… you don’t need me me here.” He was frantically looking for his shoes.

“Oh but we do need you. We very much need you…Mr Turner.”

The last bit she said slowly and loudly very deliberately. She wanted him to know that she had recognised him.

She was certain he was one of Stacey’s college tutors. She had only met him once, and fleetingly, at a college open evening. But she was pretty damn good with faces and names. You had to be in her line of work.

“I…err…I…” He was lost for words, his eyes were darting back between Emma and the bound and gagged, now largely silent, Stacey.

“Your work isn’t finished here, Mr Turner, not by a long way. And speaking of long, let’s have that rather lovely cock of yours back out again please.”

“I…I don’t think that would be appropriate, Mrs Bennett.”

“Oh, I see. Ok. So would it be more appropriate if I call the Dean, or even better, email him this photo?”

“No!!…no, please don’t…what do you want?”

“I want this,” Emma said with deliberation, as she pulled his trousers and pants down and forked his semi-hard dick out. Her fingers expertly massaged and stroked it back to a full and proud erection, whereupon she knelt down and took it in her mouth. She looked over at Stacey as she did so. Stacey’s eyes were still agog as she watched all this unfold before her. She made a half hearted attempt to scream at Emma but seemed resigned to being gagged, so it came out as just a strained “Hrmmpff!”

Emma licked languidly up and down the huge cock, her fingers busy down the front of her panties. She wanted the cock inside her, and wanted that little cow to get a ringside view of it all, she was trying to work out how best to do it. In an ideal world she would have knelt over Stacey in a sixty nine position, with her arse directly over Stacey’s face and have him fuck her like that, so Stacey got to see every little detail in close up, but Stacey’s head was too close to the headboard for that.

His cock tasted so good. It occurred to her that it was sticky with a mixture of his pre-cum and Stacey’s pussy juice, which she was surprised she found quite a turn on. When his cock was back to its fully engorged state, as it had been as he was kneeling between Stacey’s legs, about to push it inside her, she pulled off her blouse and climbed on all fours on to the bed, her ass facing him. She was now in just her bra and panties. She had meant to take the latter off, but was in too much of a hurry to get that cock inside their to bother now.

She was kneeling across Stacey’s face and chest, her hands and knees fitting into the spaces on the bed like a game of naked Twister. Her arse was as close to the edge of the bed as she could go. She looked over her shoulder at her stepdaughter’s tutor.

“I want you inside me. Stick that big cock in me and fuck me hard until I cum,” she instructed.

He looked at Stacey as if for help, or advice, or failing that, some degree of approval. Stacey had given up screaming obscenities now, and was simply watching on in wide eyed disbelief at what was happening.

“Well it’s your choice. Either you fill me with that big fat dick of yours and fuck me till I cum, or I go and start sending emails.”

The next thing she knew she felt warm, strong fingers pulling her panties to one side, two of them slipping inside her wet cunt and exploring, stretching her. Then they withdrew, and she felt her lips being spread and that magnificent erection beginning to ease inside her.

“Mmmmm… that’s it, give it all to me. Fill me up.”

She looked down at the Stacey, who didn’t seem to know where to look, her head twisting from side to side.

“If take these out of your mouth will you be a good girl and keep that filthy mouth shut?”

Stacey nodded, she clearly wanted to be able to breathe properly. So Emma reached down and pulled the panties out.

“Ahhh… oh, yes…yes that’s it…oh fuck yes!” His cock was all the way in now.

“What’s your boyfriend’s name? I can’t keep on calling him Mr Turner when we’re like this.”

“Co…Colin,” Stacey coughed and spluttered as she tried to operate her dry mouth.

“Hmmmm… I wouldn’t readily associate the name 'Colin’ with such a nice big cock…Oh…oh yes!…oh YES!”

Colin had started to fuck her with real intent, grabbing onto her hips and driving that big cock of his into her pussy time and time again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being pounded, stretched by such a big cock. It had been so, so long since she’d been fucked really hard like this and it felt just amazing. It had been so long and she was so horny, with such pent up lust inside her that it was literally only a matter of a few minutes of his forceful thrusting before she started to feel the waves of a huge orgasm approaching. Then it exploded and her body shook uncontrollably as it swept right through her. She felt her pussy muscles contracting, gripping tight on that huge cock as it plundered her. She felt her juices flowing from her sex, and could hear the squelching noises that her pussy was making each time the thick shaft slid into her and his balls slapped against her wetness.

As she recovered her senses, she looked down at Stacey, tethered and helpless below her. Whereas before she had been behaving like a wildcat, swearing and kicking out at Emma, now she was utterly still, mesmerized by the sight of her boyfriend fucking her stepmother. Her eyes were transfixed on the view she had of Colin’s cock plunging into Emma’s soaking, and now rather noisy, pussy, watching as her juices glistened on his shaft each time it reappeared, coated his balls, and the dribbled down the inside of Emma’s thighs.

She hadn’t seen Stacey this placid for, well, ever. She seemed so passive, content almost, just lying there watching her stepmother get properly fucked just inches in front of her face. If only she could be like this all the time thought Emma. Maybe she had respected the way Emma had burst in and taken charge of the situation, maybe that’s what she always needed, someone to stand up to her, not just pander to her every need. After all, it was her “thing” to be tied up in the first place, so maybe she was secretly a bit submissive? Or maybe she just liked watching? Whichever it was, she was going to enjoy what Emma had planned.

I have lived next door to Nick and Sheri for several years now. I have secretly lusted over Sheri since the day we met. Every time we talk and chat, we flirt endlessly back and forth and I use any excuse to touch her.

I decided to invite them over for a friendly barbecue and swimming in my pool. There were 7 other people there besides us and Sheri showed up wearing a white one piece that hugged her body. I could not help but stare at her body and her small breasts that turned me on. When Sheri jumped in the pool to cool of and climbed back out I got an instant erection. The bathing suit clung to her body like skin and I swear I saw the outline of her hard nipples and her sweet pussy. I tried to hide my erection but I am sure Sheri saw my 7" cock straining in my swim suit because she winked at me.

Sheri walked over to where I was sitting and blushed as she said “Was that for me?” I was confused for a second when I realized she was pointing at my crotch.

It was my turn to blush as I said “Yes, my dear you are so sexy and perfect.” She reached down and gave my cock a squeeze through my swim trunks and moaned in my ear. I looked at her and realized she was completely flushed and I knew right then that I wanted her. For the rest of the afternoon, Sheri stayed near me as we chatted and flirted. Nick seemed to be very drunk and not happy especially as I gave her a neck massage.

After everyone left except for Sheri and Nick, I told her that I had a present for her upcoming birthday. I led her to the guest bedroom and she had a questioning look in her eyes and I showed her laying on the bed the very small bikini. Sheri told me that she normally doesn’t wear bikini’s but that she would for me. She gave me a big hug and I know she felt my 7" cock harden between us. I left the room and went back outside. A few minutes later, out she walked and said to Nick, “Look what at my present.”

Nick was pretty drunk and said “Kitten, What the hell is he doing buying you skimpy clothes. I told you I hate people seeing your body.” She went over and calmed Nick down and must have said something he didn’t like but instantly changed his attitude.

Sheri came back over and sat by me and asked for another neck massage which I gladly gave her as I stared at her ass in the thong bikini. I could not resist as I leaned in to kiss her neck and press my hard cock against her ass. As she moaned and pressed back against my cock, I reached down and pinched her nipple. She moaned outloud and I swear she had a mini orgasm. Nick was almost passed out but seemed to notice what was going on as Sheri turned around and kissed me deeply on the lips. When we parted she was breathless and said I have been wanting to do that for so long and I replied me too. I said what about your husband and she said he is sleeping plus he is harmless and dickless. As she knelt down in front of me and peeled down my swim trunks, Nick doesn’t know what to do in bed. Her mouth licked and worshipped my cock, then started to slowly suck on my shaved balls and then my shaft. She looked up at me expectantly, saying “I want your cum in my mouth” before she tried to swallow my thick cock whole. She was quickly bringing me to the edge and her eyes widened as my cock swelled in her mouth just before my intense orgasm. Sheri swallowed as fast as she could but there was so much cum it ran out of her mouth and down her chin. Sheri stood up still stroking my softening saliva and cum covered cock and kissed me.I tasted my cum on her lips as she said “Thank you, I should probably go before I get into real trouble but make sure in about 30 minutes to be in your guest room.”

She walked over to Nick, and kissed him with her cum-covered lips. I just sat there contemplating whether this was all happening or not. Sheri is my dream girl and I got a blowjob from her. I was getting horny again so I skipped cleaning up and went up to the guest room where Sheri had requested I be. I noticed her one piece sitting there on the bed. I went to the window and noticed that Sheri and Nick’s master bedroom lights were on and there blinds were open. I had to look twice because I noticed Nick dressed in stockings, garter, panties and a bra. Then I looked again and out walked a topless Sheri with what must have been at least an 8" strapon on. Nick sank to his knees and sucked and licked it much the same way Sheri had done with mine. Then she bent him over the bed, pulled the panties aside, and plunged the dildo deep in his ass. I was so turned on watching this that I started stroking my cock. She seemed to be like the energizer bunny fucking his ass harder and faster. They finished and Nick took off the strapon from Sheri and headed to the bathroom while Sheri peeled off her bikini. Nick came back out and knelt by the edge of the bed and licked and finger fucked her pussy. He was doing this for so long without stopping that she must have had 3 or 4 orgasms. Then she got up naked, walked to the window, and stood there for a minute before shutting the blinds.

I went to bed and imagined all of the scenarios with Sheri and Nick especially with him as a sissy. The next morning I saw Nick head off to work and decided to go into work late and head over to say hi to Sheri. I knocked on the door and she opened it wearing a towel.

“I am sorry for bothering you,” I said with a smile.

“No bother, please come in.” She replied with a sexy smile that nearly put me to my knees.

I came in and it was a little awkward considering that she was wearing a towel and had given me a blowjob the night before. “I have to admit,” I said awkwardly. “I saw you and Nick last night in your bedroom and it turned me on.”

“Mmm, I am so glad the timing worked out to where you could watch Nickie’s performance.” She said with another sexy smile.

She then told me that it had been over 7 years since she had sex because her husband had a 3 and a half-inch penis and got turned on more by getting pegged than her sucking on him. I admitted to her that I had bi-fantasies and she replied with a knowing smile. “Well, I think we can have some fun with that.” She said with a wink.

Sheri stood up in front of me and let her towel drop to the floor. I saw her perfect small tits, flat belly, and blondish/brown pubic hair. My gymshorts instantly became a tent for my hard cock and she shyly smiled, saying “What do you think?”

My mouth was still drooling as I stood up and kissed her deeply. She peeled my shirt off and pulled down my shorts as we headed to their bedroom. I kissed and nibbled every inch of her beautiful body as she moaned. As I licked her slightly hairy pussy lips, I could taste how wet she was. She moaned “I need you, baby.” as I nibbled my way up stopping at her nipples. I nibbled and bit each one before she pulled me up, and I kissed her deeply as my thick cock slid in easily. Sheri started crying as I asked if she was ok, she said “It has been so long, and I have always wanted this from Nick but he is not the man I thought he would be.”

We started moving faster and faster together as sweat poured from our bodies. She screamed out in orgasm 3 times before I filled her pussy with my cum. We lay there together holding each other and I wondered what would happen next when she kissed me and said we will need to do this more often. She told me that she had plans for Nickie and hoped I would go along with them. I told her that I would do anything for her.

While we laid there, I teasingly played with engorged pussy lips and felt our juices leaking out. I moved down and started to slide my fingers into her, ignoring her when she said no. I started licking the stream of our combined juices leaking from her slit. She moaned loudly as I licked and teased her clit. After her orgasm, she grabbed my head and pulled me up to kiss her. She felt my already hard cock press against her leg as we shared our juices. Sheri reached down and guided my cock once again into her wetness. We rolled over and with Sheri on top we started a nice slow rhythm that felt oh so good to both of us. After her second orgasm, I moaned and felt my orgasm flood her wetness once again. She collapsed on top of me, kissing my lips and thanking me for bringing her back alive.

I left and went home to shower and head into to work. Later that evening I heard a knock at my door. I opened it up to see Sheri standing there wearing a sundress. She invited me over for drinks and we walked over arm in arm. She opened the door and I was shocked to see Nickie in panties, stockings and a bra sitting there. I think Nickie was shocked as well especially when Sheri said “Be a dear and get us some drinks.” Nickie just got up and walked to the kitchen and came back with drinks to find us sitting on the couch.

Sheri said “Nickie, You know I have always lusted after Marty and I think tonight is the night you help me satisfy that lust”. Nick looked at her and did not know what to say and Sheri added, “Help our sexy friend off with his shorts.” and he did as Sheri was in charge. My cock was already hard and almost hit Nickie in the face as it sprang free. Sheri said “Nickie, get over here and lick me and get me ready for that big cock”. Soon after, Nick started licking her while she guided his hand to my already hard cock and they both started stroking me together. Sheri pushed Nick away from her wet pussy and said “Nickie, be a dear and get his thick cock nice a wet so he doesn’t split me in two.” He resisted but she quickly changed his mind when she said “I’ll make sure you get a blowjob tonight.”

He leaned over and gave me a very slobbery and quick blowjob before Sheri climbed over and slid onto my cock. Nick must have had a great view, as he did not move back more than a few inches from my cock as she slid down my shaft. She started grinding away and moaning, as he had probably never heard. When I came right inside her, she slid off and said “Come over here Nickie and lick me clean.” He refused but she reminded him of the blowjob and with that he dove in. He started sucking and licking as Sheri pointed towards Nick’s crotch and mouthed, suck him. I thought, well this will be easy to deep through a cock smaller than 4". I pulled his panties aside and his little cock was rock hard. I noticed a small round birthmark on the right side as I swallowed his cock whole. He moaned as I was able to suck him and lick his balls at the same time. He finished Sheri’s pussy and she told him to lean back and enjoy his blowjob. I kept sucking and licking and didn’t even bother trying to stroke the tiny cock. I felt his cock grow slightly and he spurted his cum into my mouth. He came more than I expected from such a little cock. I moved back up to the couch and kissed Sheri with some of Nick’s cum still on my lips.

Sheri then said “Nickie, be a dear and make us some drinks while Marty and I go shower.”

And of course, he did what she asked.

Let me know if you want a part 2

My wife was in the kitchen as I came home from work.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“It was OK, how about yours?

For the last 7 months she has been working from home as a freelance designer, picking up odd jobs here and there.

"I picked up some more work from Jeff, he dropped a job in to me. Sorry I haven’t started dinner yet, but he just left.”

There were papers all over the dinning table in the other room and she went to put them away, I followed her and tried to give her a kiss, but she pulled away.

“I just want to tidy up, have a shower and organize dinner, it’s getting late.”

“You want to have a shower, now?” I asked as I tried to give her another kiss, but she turned away to pick up some papers. This time I could smell alcohol on her breath.

“Did you have a drink?” I asked

“Oh Jeff just brought over a bottle of wine, and I had a bit.”

“That probably explains why you cheeks seem flushed, it must be the wine.”

She stopped for a second as if she was going to say something then changed her mind and went back to the kitchen. I followed her.

“Is everything all right?”

She stopped and looked at me.

“I have something I need to tell you.” She said slowly.

“You know that I love you and don’t want to hurt you.”

“Go on.” I was just looking at her.

“Well, I just, Jeff just fucked me.”

“What? When?” I was shocked and stunned.

“When? Just before, before you got home. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it.”

“Is that’s why you wanted a shower.”

“Yes, I’m still very sticky and I need to wash.”

For some reason I was more curious than angry.

“Sticky? Did he cum in you?”

“Yes, I told you I couldn’t help it, I just got soooo very randy.” She said that with a bit of passion, I thought.

“Are you still randy?”

“Yes, I haven’t come down yet.”

“Where did he fuck you? Did you have fun?” as I said this I went over to her and gave her a hug. I could feel her relax a bit after that.

“We did it here in the kitchen, I came out to put my glass in the sink and he followed me out. He came up behind me and started to rub my shoulders.” Then she looked at me to see if I was still interested, I was, I could feel my cock starting to twitch.

“Go on.”

“He started rubbing my shoulders, than my back. When I didn’t do anything his hands started creeping lower and he started rubbing my bottom through my skirt. That did it; I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I slowly bent over the bench and just let him massage my bottom.”

I reached over, slipped my hand under her dress. I started rubbing her bottom, she didn’t stop me.

“He then pulled my skirt over my waist and started rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose, then he pulled my pantyhose down to my knees and was rubbing my now damp panties, at one stage he pulled my panty to one side and slipped a finger in me.

By now I was totally helpless.”

“How are you doing? Are you OK?” she asked.

“You are getting me horny.”

“I’m glad you’re not angry, do you want to know more?”

“Yes please.”

“It was while he was fingering me that he must have dropped his trousers, because I could feel his cock pushing against the back of my panties. Then he reached to my side and pulled my panty down to my knees, to where my pantyhose were.”

She looked at my cock and saw that it had got stiff by now.

I started to rub my cock through my pants. She smiled. With my other hand I was rubbing her bottom; I was trying to get her skirt higher.

“After he pulled my panties down I could feel his cock pushing in between my legs, first just rubbing against my slit, then he put both his hands on my bottom and very slowly started spreading my lips apart. I could feel his cock at my opening, I thought I was going to faint. I knew what he was going to do and wanted him. He is so big; he has a great cock. I love his cock.” She looked me in the eyes as she said this with an almost wanton look a look of helplessness. We were silent for a bit, I was still standing next to her and gently rubbing her bottom.

“How big is he?” I asked. This eased the previous quiet and brought a smile to her face.

I undid the clasp at the back of her skirt.

I let her skirt fall to the ground, and asked again.

“How big is he?”

“Why did you take my skirt of?”

“I’m just helping you get to the shower.” She smiled and stepped out of the skirt.

“How big?” she said.

“I can put both my hands around his shaft and the head still hangs out, I guess about 10 or 11 inches. When he finally pushed his whole cock into me I could feel it touching inside my belly, he touched areas I never felt before. It was amazing.”

As I was listening to this I started rubbing her pantyhose covered bottom, she seemed to enjoy this, I think she took this as a sigh of approval. While doing this my hands started moving lower until I touched the crotch of her pantyhose, it was positively wet.

I rubbed her pantyhose a little harder this time. She let out a small moan, and then said.

“My pussy is so wet.”

“Let me see.” As I said this I opened my fly and took out my cock and started to pull it.

She lifted her leg and put her knee on the kitchen bench, her legs were now wide open and I could see her cum covered panty and pantyhose. I rubbed her pussy and felt her dampness. I rubbed my middle finger up and down her stained panty.

“Suck on this?” I offered her my wet finger. She did not reply but just opened her mouth and sucked my fingers clean. I now went closer to her and rubbed my cock against her wet pantyhose and got her juices on my cock.

“Would you like to lick my cock now?”

“Yes if you lick mm pussy.” She did not even wait for an answer but bent over and put my cock in her mouth.

“Lets go to bed.” As she said this she reached out and took hold of my cock and led me to our bedroom. She closed the curtains and removed her top and bra, then laid on her back on the bed. She moved her knees up keeping her feet flat on the bed. Her legs were closed. I took my clothes of and lay next to her with my cock pointing to the ceiling.

“Your not mad at me, are you? I told you that I just couldn’t help it.”

“I’m not mad, I’m too randy to be mad.” She turned her head towards me and gave me a little kiss.

“Tell me some more.” I asked pulling my cock.

“ At one point as he was fucking me he stopped, bent down, took one of my legs out of my pantyhose and panties and put my knee on the bench. I was so open and my pussy was so stretched. Ooooh.” She let out a low moan.

“Then he pushed his tongue in to me. It actually went into my pussy and he was licking around inside me. God, oh God it was so good.” As she said this she moved her knees apart as far as they would go and reached down and rubbed the crotch of her pantyhose with her middle finger. She smelt this, and then took another much longer smell, before putting her wet finger under my nose.

“After he stopped licking me, he held me by one leg and pushed his cock into me, he fucked me good.”

I smelt her finger; it smelt wonderful. Then without any warning she pushed it into my mouth. At first I was shocked, then I started sucking on her finger. She pulled it out of my mouth, pushed her hand into her panty, and rubbed her pussy. When she pulled her hand out her fingers were covered with cum and her juices, she looked at me, smiled, and pushed her finger in my slightly open mouth.

“It’s good isn’t it?” I didn’t answer, just kept sucking her finger and pulling my cock. She pulled her finger out again. Again she put her hand in her panty. She pushed her finger into her pussy and was fingered herself for a while.

“I am sooo wet.” She pulled her finger out, looked me in the eye and smelt her finger. I could see blobs of cum sticking to it. Looking me in the eye, she moved her finger in front of my mouth and said.

“Lick Jeff’s cum from my finger, it tastes terrific.”

The tip of her cum covered middle finger touched my lips. I could taste a little of his cum and licked it. When I opened my mouth she pushed her finger in all the way and kept looking at me, now sucking her lovers cum from her fingers.

She was still smiling, but now in a more contented way, after this she knew there would be no trouble. After I finished sucking her finger she asked if I wanted to go down between her legs and help her take of the rest of her clothes.

I moved down and sat between her open legs. She put her hands on her knees and pulled them up to her chest and then apart. I was starring at her

Pantyhose covered pussy; it was almost transparent from the wet juices.

I bent forward and licked her thigh, she seemed to approve, and so I moved to the middle and took a long close smell of her cunt. It was intoxicating; I just lay there for a while and breathed in deeply.

“Lick the wet spot for me.” She said . I licked it and could taste her juices mixed with his, it tasted salty, slightly bitter, and it was good.

“Lick it more, I need you to lick it.” She told me to so I licked it. She let out a low moan.

“I need you to lick it and I need him to fuck it.” She said very quietly.

“What did you say?” I asked, still licking her pantyhose clean.

“Sorry, I’m so randy, that just slipped out. I Love you.”

“Say it again.”

“Are you sure you want me to say it again?” she asked.

“Yes.” I replied

“I need him to fuck me and I need you to lick me. Would you like him to fuck me again?” I didn’t answer; I didn’t know what to say.

“Thank you honey, I love you. Why don’t I take my panties of, then lick my pussy.”

Have I just given approval for Jeff to fuck her again? I don’t know.

She sat up slightly gave me a kiss and pulled her panties and pantyhose of and threw them to the floor. Lying back she pulled her legs apart and buried her middle finger into her pussy, just like before she licked his cum of before putting her finger back again. After she pulled it out, all covered with cum, she pushed her finger towards my mouth, I leaned forward and took the offering.“

"You look so good sucking Jeff’s cum from my finger. He tastes great don’t you think. I so love his big cock. Have I told you about how long it is? It’s about 11 inches and both soft and hard at the same time, it is beautiful.”

When I finished sucking her finger, she asked.

“Do you like his taste?”

What could I answer; I had just sucked her cummy finger.

“Yes.” I answered.

“That is so erotic.” Say it again. “Do you like the taste of Jeff’s cum?”

“Yes, I like the taste of Jeff’s cum.”

She reached down and spread her lips I could see her gapping pussy with cum oozing out.

“Why don’t you go down and eat my pussy.”

I moved down and started lapping at her wet slit. I was so randy. My head was spinning. I dived in and just sucked his cum out of her gapping pussy.’

“He stretched you.”

“I know, I can feel it, do you like my stretched pussy?”

I kept licking and pushing my tongue in, that was my answer.

She got on her hands and knees in front of me.

I could see her gapping cunt with cum starting to dribble out.

“Lick it before it drips out.” She told me.

I bent down and licked some more, I was so randy I needed to cum, so I moved in behind her and put my cock at her entrance, I went to push it in when she said.

“No, please don’t put it in me. Could you just lick my pussy and suck all his cum out.” “Why?” I asked, almost pleading.

“Please honey not today.”

“Honey I’m not on the pill so you have to make sure you get all his seed, clean my pussy really well.” “Is that all O.K.”

“I want you to lie down, with your mouth open. I’ll squat above you and drain into your mouth. You have to suck it all out while I lick your cock.”

I could sense our relationship change but was to excited to care, I would do whatever she asked. I sucked all his come from her pussy as she ground her wet cunt onto my face. While I was doing this she sucked and pulled my cock.

“His cock is so much bigger than yours; and fatter. He has a great organ.” As she said this I let out a loud moan (I couldn’t help it), she heard.

“You like me talking about his cock; don’t you? He has a very beautiful long cock. I told you I love his cock. Is this getting you even more randy? Well?” She asked.

“Ahhha.” I moaned. As I said this I came all over my stomach. She got of my face and scooped up my cum in her hand.

“I know you like Jeff’s cum why don’t you eat this too.” And with that she made me eat my own cum as well. When I was finished and just lying there she asked me to get her the really big dildo. I went and got it out of the cupboard and gave it to her.

“I thought you didn’t want to fuck.’ I asked.

She rolled on her back pulled her legs wide apart and slowly pushed it all the way in.

"I want something to fill me; something big, sorry.” Then added.

“He really did stretch me.”

She moaned as she was pushing it in.

“I want to fall asleep with his cock, I mean with this, inside of me.”

“Good night, I Love you.”