Back in those days of our early marriage, when we didn’t have the encumbrance of children or a mortgage or money worries, we just enjoyed ourselves, discovering each other and growing up. Halcyon days they were indeed and in truth, somewhat missed now.

 

Back in those days, Jenni’s figure was 34” 22” 36”. Her hair was, and still is, dark blonde. Her skin was flawless and glowed with vigour. Dark blonde lashes and a ready smile framed blue eyes that seemed to see beyond the norm. She was slender with medium sized breasts high on her chest. One has always been slightly larger and higher than the other. It is her deformity, as she laughingly puts it. She has and had what are called child bearing hips. She proved that to be wrong, never able to carry to full term. It proved fatal to our child on one occasion, but the other two have survived to be parents themselves. Jenni’s hips were a feature of her figure and, given the overall package, in no way detrimental to the vision she was then, but they might be considered out of proportion, Jenni is only five feet tall. Although her hips are a feature, it is her smile that I find so devastating; being self conscious, she rarely laughs out loud, but her smile can carry so many meanings, but there is one special smile that melts my heart. It carries a promise of delights, of knowing exactly what it is that I want, knowing that she can provide exactly that.

 

It took me some time, years perhaps, to learn how, but I have and still do, love that woman more than words could ever justify. In those days, we were just getting to know one another and fancied each others bodies to distraction, and why not? Screwing like the proverbial rabbits and discovering our bodies and what they were capable of.

 

We didn’t have the encumbrance of children as I said earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money, but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out, anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear for the weekend.

 

This particular weekend was just one of those times when we left the rigours of work behind and explored the freedom of the country. I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my birth place. Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and remember the day. One of the pictures is of her crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in the background. She was laughing her head off because she couldn’t work out how to get her leg over. It is a great shot. She had a red and black collared top on that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts showed her fantastic legs off to the full, but the smile radiates from the acetate and glows. It is a treasured photo.

 

We laughed all through the day. She got scared by the size of the Friesian cows that looked disinterestedly in our direction while we crossed their field. We made love on the bank of the river and as usual, it was over before it began. I suffered badly with premature ejaculation. It was a real problem then and very frustrating, fortunately, and filled with the clamour of youth, I was able to reload and the second time was far more gratifying, but hardly rocked her boat. Jenni admitted years later that she often wondered if that was all sex was about and wondered why she had been so scared as a girl.

 

We were still laughing on the train home, sitting in a musty carriage that smelled of British Rail’s very own brand of staleness. It was one of those carriages that were connected with a side corridor and had separate booths along the length with blinds on the window. It is a shame that modernisation has caught up with us, those carriages had real potential, the new open plan things are no fun at all.

 

I remember the conversation. I don’t have a naturally retentive mind, but some things stick out through association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number of a complete stranger of the opposite sex before she could. It had to be a member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was placed between us. Five pounds was half of my weekly wage in those days.

 

The train stopped at East Croydon which was a terminus then. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes and it looked as if we were to sit on the train for some time. The bet was set during that wait and opportunity being the mother of invention, was immediately taken up by both of us.

 

I admit to leering at the young girls who patiently waited for our train to pull out so they could catch a later one. I leered, cajoled and tried my best to attract any girl to become even remotely interested in me. My failure was spectacular especially when two girls openly pointed at me and laughed derisively. I even resorted to whistling at some ugly girl, desperate to win the bet. Her scorn was palpable and hit me hard. A man’s ego is a fragile thing and so easily dented or even mortally wounded. I was wounded by the failure and gave up on the venture.

 

Jenni on the other hand, not only had a guy’s phone number, but was entertaining another guy in the carriage. She told me later that all she did was flash her eyes at him and that was all she needed. My deflated ego had a hard time digesting that.

 

I really don’t remember him too much. Probably, he was covered in spots with badly fitting clothes and halitosis. See, even now I am jealous.

 

They were deep in conversation, facing each other on opposite bench seating. She was leaning back with her arms crossed over her breasts; he was leaning forward and sat on the edge of the musty seat. If I knew then what I know of body language, I would have recognised her withdrawal from him, while he was exuding his willingness to get to know her rather more closely.

 

I slid the door open and in the split second it takes to assess the scene, smiled at her. Jenni smiled back and flashed her eyes in triumph. She had won the bet in spades and knew it, but wanted this guy gone.

 

I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight coming through the brown stained windows.

 

Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop. Here it stupidity in all its glory.

 

The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not ugly by any means. That isn’t a boast on my part, please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have even scored before me.

 

So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested. She leaned forward towards him and her hands were animated as she spoke. He was also leaning forward with his hands clasped together, a scant inch from her bare knees that she held together. His eyes were almost a big as saucers as he took her face and body in.

 

I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.

 

She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me.

 

They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite suddenly and sat next to Jenni and smiled her assent to his closeness. She turned to face him and glanced at me over his shoulder momentarily, then concentrated on his face. I watched as she folded one leg under her and stretched the other in a languid fluidity of motion. It was an open invitation, albeit subconscious, but an invitation none the less and he read it as such. His hand lightly dropped onto her knee and stayed there.

 

The train lurched into motion with much creaking and the sound of shunting buffers. It picked up speed and left the station platform behind. I hardly noticed; my attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.

 

I could see her lips were parted and moist. They had become coloured slightly as they always did when she got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.

 

They were still talking, although I couldn’t hear what was being said, but her smile and the way she studied his eyes told me that his advance was not entirely unwelcome. His hand had continued to traverse over her thigh and was now resting on her waist. Then Jenni surprised me. Her animated hands suddenly grasped his face and drew him forward into a kiss that must have done similar things to his nervous system as it was doing to mine.

 

Her breast was cupped in his large hand and she leaned back against the wall of the carriage, unfolding the leg she was sitting on so that it passed behind him along the seat. He was between her parted knees, massaging her breast through the stripey top and bra underneath. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward in readiness to mate. He knelt up on the seat and lay against her, blocking my view a little with his jacketed torso.

 

They continued the embrace, kissing with a passion that was quickly becoming out of control. He had pulled the bottom of her top from out of her shorts and he had managed to grasp her breast under the fabric. It was perhaps the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, made all the more exciting by the knowledge of how she felt in my hands and knowing that her nipples were extremely sensitive to touch. It also added to my increasing arousal, not being able to see exactly what he was doing.

 

Jenni broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. She said something to him and started to come towards the sliding door. I stepped back out of sight so that he wouldn’t see me as he followed her progress with hunger in his eyes.

 

Once out of the carriage, she slid the door shut and came to me. Her arousal was plainly obvious in the bruised colouring of her lips and her heat as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

 

She breathed into my mouth, asking me if I like what I had watched and if I wanted her to stop and not go back into the carriage.

 

I told her just how hot she and the guy looked, how sexy I found her and watching as she was getting it on with this stranger, but I warned her to be careful, we didn’t know the guy.

 

Jenni reassured me that she had it under control and then dropped a complete bombshell, would I like her to take him home and fuck him properly with me watching. God only knows where she got that idea from, but it took me less than the space of a blink to whisper in her ear, God, yes.

 

She had told him she was going to the toilet and should get back quickly, but that she loved me, that she was having the day of her life and wanted this more than anything.

 

With that, she slid the door open and returned to the carriage and his waiting and eager arms.

 

I let them settle back into an embrace before resuming my voyeuristic vigil. The train pulled into Norwood Junction and halted briefly for alighting and departing passengers. Then, the journey to Forest Hill continued and their love making or at least, the overtures to it began again.

 

He had her top pulled up, exposing her bra covered breast. It was so sexy, seeing his hands kneading her flesh while sunlight glinted through the window and played over her alabaster coloured skin and flashed on the whiteness of the lacy fabric.

 

Deftly, he unclasped her brassiere with one hand and freed her tits from confinement, only to be confined by his hand on one and his mouth on the other. I knew that it would drive Jenni wild and saw the effect his ministrations were having as she arched her back and gasped.

 

I was aware of another person beside me and looked as my viewing had been joined by another guy. He acknowledged me with a wink and then craned his neck to get a better view. I guess my position at the window didn’t help and in a comical way crawled across to the other side so his view would be uninterrupted.

 

My gaze returned back to find that He was standing in front of Jenni. She was slowly unzipping his trousers while looking up into his eyes, her head tilted back and her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back in careless profusion of curls.

 

Her hand quested inside the aperture and brought forth his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his uncut and engorged cock, just as mine did. He was enormous in comparison to me and a moment of concern crossed my mind. He was likely to hurt her with such a huge weapon.

 

Slowly, Jenni’s hand encircled his rigid member and her lips parted in a wicked smile as she licked the end and passed her tongue over her lips. I knew she was doing this as much for the show as for her own pleasure and blessed her for the effort she was putting in.

 

 She pulled back his foreskin and gradually, the distance between his twitching cock and her mouth closed. It was like watching a docking of space capsules in slow motion. Her mouth opened and his exposed head passed into the warmth of her moist mouth. I watched fascinated as inch by inch, she took him into her throat until she must have enveloped five inches or so. Worryingly, there was still another three or four that was wrapped in her fist.

 

Her head began to bob, her cheeks puffing as his length slipped backwards and forwards in an increasing pace. She kept it up for a while, alternatively sucking and licking him, running her tongue around the ridged end. He was having difficulty in standing, the motion of the swaying carriage and her mouth conspiring to upset his balance. Jenni pulled him from her mouth and adjusted her position in front of him, then smiled up at him while she allowed his re-entry into her waiting haven. Only this time, she took her hand off of his cock and grasped his buttocks, controlling his movement and helping him to stay steady. In an amazing act, she plunged her head forward and took his whole length into her throat.

 

The guy standing opposite me groaned and sprayed his semen over the floor in an unabashed hand job. He grinned sheepishly at me and said this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. I nodded my agreement, a little shocked at his casual attitude to masturbation, and returned to the unfolding act.

 

He was buried deeply into her, rocking his hips and fucking her throat. I could see the progress of his cock as her neck expanded and contracted with the motion. Jenni had sucked me on a few occasions, but it didn’t look anything like this and I wished I could measure up to his length.

 

He grabbed her head and gently pulled his cock from her mouth, it was obvious that he was in danger of flooding her with his seed. Jenni had other ideas though and grasped his purple ended dick and swallowed it in a furious motion of fucking him into her throat. She had every intention of taking him all the way and savouring his come.

 

He threw his head back, his eyes clenched tightly and a rictus like grimace pulled the corners of his mouth tight. Then he came and shouted something as the first wave of his ecstasy exploded from him closely followed by shudders of ejaculation as he filled her mouth. Jenni withdrew him, licked the last drops from his glistening gland and then opened her mouth wide to show him his seed as it played across her tongue. He said something I couldn’t make out, but his reaction as she swallowed the whole amount was unmistakable, it didn’t need a lip reader to see him say “Oh fuck me.”

 

The other guy who had joined me in our voyeurism shook his head in awe and said what a lucky guy her partner was. My reply foxed him for a moment when I said that indeed, I truly was a lucky man.

 

Forest Hill came up shortly afterwards, just enough time for them to adjust her clothing and for him to calm down. I realised I had the tickets and needed to get one to Jenni, luckily, the platform was on her side of the carriage. I managed to drop her ticket as I wordlessly passed between them and stepped onto the platform.

 

She was going to take him home and I needed to get there first.

 

Fortunately for me, a bus was just leaving the bus stop; I ran full tilt and jumped onto the platform. It would give me a head start and allow me to prepare.

 

The lesson

 

Part two (The bedroom)

 

I managed the trip to our house with no events. Shutting the door with a slam, I raced around the house, desperately thinking of where I should be when they came in. I was still trying to work something out when her key opened the door and their laughter drifted up the stairs.

 

I risked a peek over the banister and watched as they ripped clothes off of each other. Jenni had her leg hooked around his waist and her mouth planted on his. Gasps and grunts punctuated their frantic efforts to kiss, screw and divest their clothing, all at the same time. He lost balance and fell to the carpeted stair with her on top of him. She giggled as he pulled her top over her head and off of her raised arms. His shirt parted from her pulling at it and dropped to the floor to join her bra and discarded top. He managed to stand again and undid the button of her shorts. They too dropped to join the detritus of shed layers. He was about to yank her panties down, but she stopped him saying breathlessly, upstairs. She raced up as he followed closely behind.

 

Silently, I backed into the spare bedroom, but left the door open enough to be able to see their progress along the passage that led towards the two rooms. His hand had grasped her ass and she was giggling hysterically, almost running along the passage, her breasts jiggling deliciously. I had a moment of panic, thinking that she might chose the wrong room, but was instantly relieved as she headed into the bedroom. The door stayed open.

 

We had a large mirror opposite the bed, that topped and huge old chest of drawers. I had angled it so that I would have an uninterrupted view of their play. Not wanting to miss a single thing, as soon as the springs groaned with their weight, I took up a position in the doorway, protected by the opened door and watched as the last of his clothing sailed into a corner, leaving him with only a pair of pants on.

 

They embraced, with Jenni on her back and he lying on his side with her head supported on his arm. He was tracing the veins that always showed under the alabaster coloured skin of her breast. The frenetic pace had calmed now that they were horizontal and almost naked. He kissed her, murmuring into her parted lips, professing his desire for her body. Jenni in turn, Mmmed and ran her hands through his hair and down his back, pulling him against her lithe body.

 

He raised and cupped his head while his free hand travelled in achingly slow swirls, ever towards the prized of her sex. A thumb hooked the elasticated band of her panties and eased them over her thighs, working alternate sides, gradually exposing her blond haired mons. Her hips raised and the panties also became airborne as they sailed across the room like a discarded sweet wrapper.

 

He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my wife was duly noted and logged.

 

He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn’t, instead, she squealed and gasped as he suddenly released the trapped nerve ending and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. It was the only contact he had with her body, just his tongue and mouth. His hands were either supporting his head, or lying impassively along his length. I had to admit, her choice was good to look at, even though he was a man.

 

He nuzzled her neck, one of Jenni’s erogenous zones and always bound to produce a result. She responded as I thought she would, grasping his head and shoulders in what looked like a desperate attempt to hurry him along. He had his own agenda and was not to be hurried now that he had her under his control.

 

He kissed her throat and planted small kisses between her breasts, then slightly lower, pausing at her navel and spreading a slick of saliva on her skin and a trail of goose bumps. She shivered and writhed as his tongue and lips traversed her skin, always heading towards her sex, but in his own time. Even I was getting a little impatient with his performance, until, in a sudden surge of sinuous movement, he swung a leg over hers, parting her knees and planting his mouth against her silken mons.

 

She groaned as his tongue flicked out, parting her lips and seeking her desirable centre. He then began sucking and licking her clit and labia, bringing her to a brink and then halting in a sensual tease, just keeping her shy of release. I watched and learned every nuance of his technique and marvelled at the way he played her nerves and body as a virtuoso might a grand piano.

 

His fingers joined his mouth, prising open her lips and gently pushing into her, looking for that magical “G” spot. He knew just where and how to manipulate and caress her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but just far enough away for it not to spill over. She had been to the threshold several times and each withdrawal raised the need and desperation until she cried out for release.

 

The combination of tongue, teeth and finger tips combined to drive her almost delirious with want until he relented and took her to the brink and then beyond. In amazement, I watched as a stream of come sprayed from Jenni while she screamed, raised her shoulders and shuddered. Unable to take any more, she pushed him away in a defensive action, but already too late. I had never got her to this point, but could hardly be surprised. I was watching a master at work and the results of his practiced art splashed against his face and soaked into the quilt.

 

Jenni was coming down in receding shudders and quivers of uncontrolled nervous energy. Over the initial amalgamation of overly stimulated nerves, she collapsed back to laying flat. She had the back of her hand clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs spas med in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.

 

He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping her breath. Jenni was gasping, but managed to say in a gruff voice that it had been fantastic. She clasped his neck, locking her fingers together and drew him to her lips. She kissed him and took the occasional gasp from the side of her mouth. In a much less frenetic pace, his hands took her breast and teased her nipples to erection. Once again, her breathing became rapid and she squirmed under his ministrations. His mouth left hers and suckled on her engorged nubs.

 

As if in slow motion, her parted her knees with his knee and slid between her opened legs. Carefully and deliberately slowly, he positioned his cock at her entrance and agonisingly slowly, pushed the head past her outer muscles to rest just inside her. In the ultimate tease to Jenni and the voyeur, he ceased the push and just stayed inside while he kissed her tits and kneaded her flesh, finding erogenous zones at her arm pits and the inside of her elbows. She hardly moved, looking transfixed like a rabbit in the head lamps of an onrushing car.

 

He was playing her again, plucking at the taut strings of her nerves and raising her already heightened condition. He maintained the position and manipulations, bringing her to a crescendo and teasing her with the promise of fulfilment. He kept it up until, the waiting and desire overcame her and she cried out in readiness. He waited until her cries became desperate, then, when he judged her to be ready, plunged his rigid shaft into her in one fluid motion that made her scream in pleasure and release from the waiting. Her knees instinctively rose up and she gripped him with her ankles crossed behind him and with her own lower body strength, pulled him even further into her body.

 

He set a rhythm that was uncompromising and insistent, but unhurried. His cock drove into her in long strokes. His mouth found her neck, one of the most productive erogenous places, with the added stimulation, Jenni took over the pace and forced him even deeper into her by raising her hips and rotating her them a little to accommodate his angle. Her free hand found her clit and massaged in time to their thrusting.

 

She wouldn’t last too long I knew, not fully recovered from her last climax. Watching them fucking was a fantastic experience. I watched and learned his technique, how he played with her and kept her on the brink of orgasm. He looked impassioned, but knew he must be enjoying every second of this beautiful woman and her body.

 

Jenni was crying, tears slipping down her cheeks and sobs wracking her body. She was rapidly reaching another shattering climax. He breathing rapid and her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated and then it hit her like a tsunami, a tidal wave of emotion and nervous energy. Her come sprayed under pressure from between her and his pubic meeting point. Jenni screamed and her legs thrashed as it washed over her, soaking her tits and stomach. It sprayed in a fountain of liquid and acted as his signal. His pace increased and he adjusted slightly and buried himself to a depth he had not been before. In rapid and savage thrusts, his cock drove into her in repeated thrusts until he yelled himself and emptied his sacs of sperm into Jenni’s womb.

 

Statuesque, he remained motionless as spurt after spurt liberally coated her insides. Then he pulled himself upright and knelt at her face for Jenni to take him in her mouth and clean him of their combined juices.

 

He laid along side her as she twitched and jumped in small charges of nervous tics, holding her as if she might jump off the bed from her energy being expended.

 

Dumfounded by the action and Jenni’s reaction to his ministrations and with a hardest cock I had ever had, I crept away from the doorway and noiselessly went downstairs to the front door and opened it. Then I slammed it shut and called up the stairs, as if just coming home, then went into the kitchen and rattled the kettle.

 

I heard his hurried escape, and saw his retreating back as he, comically, was trying to put on his Jeans and shirt while carrying his jacket and shoes. The door shut behind him quietly and Jenni came to the kitchen, her knees unsteady, her face and lips flushed. She collapsed into my arms and I carried her to the front room to lay her on the sofa.

 

She was soaked and the smell of sex and sweat exuded from her. We didn’t make love at that time, she was far too exhausted, but, when we did the next day or whenever it was, my own performance was all the better for the master class. I had a much better understanding of how her body worked and so did Jenni. We had both learned from the experience and it was the start of our satisfying and beautiful sex life. Neither of us needed to use another in our play and fortunately for me, Jenni never wished to revisit sex with another man.

 

That was over thirty years ago, but the memory remains as vivid as if were still playing before my eyes. Remembering has been a wonderful reminder of how beautiful my wife is and both she and I will be going to our bed to remember the feelings of lust and love together.

The following week I was there again on the off chance she would be there again at 7:00 pm the lights came on again and there she was again checking the weather outside before taking off her clothes. Again I was in the tree jerking on my cock as I watched up until she turned out the lights. I was addicted in all weather I would be in that tree by 7:00 evry Friday, except for Christmas. Then spring came round and Mr M died, he wasn't that old not even 40, Dad said it was from the wounds he had received. Mum and Dad went to the funeral, I sat on the cemetary wall with a couple of mates and watched my eyes mainly on Mrs M she looked beautifull in black.

The following Friday I was back in my tree the leaves were starting to come through and I was having difficulty seeing into Mrs M's bedroom. When she came to the window I had to move farther out on the branches when she undid her bra this time she ran her fingers over her nipples, some how or other I fell out of the tree. I came too with Mrs M stroking my cheek asking me if I was okay, I was surprised that I hadn't broken anything I'd been bloody lucky. To be truthfull I felt bloody stupid it would be painfully obvious to Mrs M what I was doing in the tree seeing as how my cock was showing through the unfastened zip in my jeans.

'Come inside and lets see if you are okay' Mrs M said.

I nearly sat down again after I stood up, still more than a little dizzy. Mrs M helped me into her kitchen, she then put on the  kettle.

'Peter isn't it?' she asked, I nodded.

'Thought I recognised you, I'v seen you in the tree a few times did you enjoy the view'

I was dumbstruck, what the hell could I say, what was there to say I just nodded.

I then noticed that the coat she had been wearing outside was gone and she was in her lovely negligee and I could see straight through it. Well I might have been knocked stupid but my cock was its normal self and seeing as how I hadn't thought of putting it away, Mrs M couldn't fail to see the effect she had on me.

'Tea or coffee Peter' she asked.

'Tea thanks Mrs M', he with his cock sticking out replied.

'Norma, my names Norma, cant have a man who's seen me naked not using my name especially after I've seen his cock'. she laughed.

A lot of my embarresment dissapeared but of course my erection didn't, though not big my cock wwasn't that small. I still couldn't take my eyes off Norma's tits, but I tried manageing to take in her sparkling eye's and warm welcoming red lips. In fact her lips had an attraction as well I wondered what they would feel like on mine. I took a sip of tea to cover my staring or should I say gawping, God I felt such an idiot. I finally remembered my cock and tried to slip it back in my trousers but I was having trouble with a cup in my hand and it being so bloody rock hard.

'That's alright Peter, I'm flattered it's been a long time since I've seen a young man's hard cock close up, though I have seen yours before, did you enjoy looking at me' Norma smiled as she spoke.

'You saw me, before tonight' I was taken aback I thought I was well hidden.

'Probably from the first night in October, I thought it was nice that a young man wanted to look at an old married woman'

Old I doubt she was 38, I had heard Mum saying she had married young just before her hubby had gone overseas.

'I dont think you can be old you look about 25' I said galantly.

'For that you get a kiss', Norma leaned over and planted a long kiss on my lips. Trouble was she was slightly off balance and her hand brushed my cock, I nearly passed out with ecstacy.

Now another problem met me, Norma didn't mover her hand it stayed just touching my cock. I still had a half full cup of tea in my hand what do I do now I thought. After Norma's fingers touched my cock again in fact encircled my cock, I decided to put my cup down, smart huh.

From then on it was like a dream, Norma took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and undid my trousers before pulling them off, "thank God I have clean undies on",passed through my mind as Norma took them off as well. Then Norma undid her negligee and let it drop to the floor before slowly pulling down her panties and letting them fall on top. I was mesmerised, this couldn't be happening, I must still be unconcious under the tree, the thought passed through my mind. I closed my eyes shaking my head just to be sure I wasn't dreaming, but the movement of the mattress under me as Norma climbed onto the bed sure wasn't a dream.

Norma took hold of my hand and guided it to her right breast then her nipple, I felt it harden under my touch. She then guided my hand between her legs where I felt her moisture she made me touch different parts down there so I knew what I was expected to do. At school I was not the quickest but I learnt quickly here. She lay on her back and allowed me to run my mouth and fingers wherever I wanted, encouraging me to spend more time in different spots. Finally she started moaning and moving under my fingers, her voice encouraged me to do it harder and faster until she stiffened emiting a loud scream before suddenley relaxing with a big smile on her face.

'Oh I needed that so much' Norma said leaning over me and kissing me hard on the lips.

I was just getting over that when her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, her hand found my cock and started to slowly stroke it her fingers brushed my balls, I just lay back eyes closed and enjoyed it, then her mouth was no longer on mine a warm moist feeling enveloped my cock. This really got my attention I had a sneaky suspicion that I was about to cum, I think I even said it out loud. If Norma heard she had no intention of stopping what she was doing, when she worked the tip of a finger into my arse it was too much I just let it go. I didn't know I could cum so much I thought it would never stop pumping.

'That tasted lovely I had forgotten how much I liked the taste' Norma said as she licked up the last drops off my stomach, 'my husband couldn't do anything after he was wounded'.

Talk of her husband made me feel uncomfortable, but Norma's continued stroking of my cock soon took it out of my mind. Minutes later I was hard again and ready for anything. This time Norma straddled me holding my cock vertical she inserted into her wet cunt and slowly lowered herself until I was my full length inside her.

'Now I just want you to lie still, no not lie totally still you can play with my tits, but I want you to try not to cum until I'm ready can you do that?'.

 I nodded my agreement to her request not reall trusting myself to speak, from then on Norma was in complete control. She raised herself up and down rocked side to side, used just her internal muscles all in all did whatever she wanted. And all I did was play with her tits and nipples stroked squeezed piched it all seemed to keep Norma happy and I held on. When I felt like shooting my load I thought of some thing else that stopped the sensation, time seemed to stand still finally Norma let me know she was ready.

'I'm cumming Oh God I'm cumming, now, now cum now'.Norma cried.

From then on a lot was unintelligeble, but I got the drift and let go of my control now her movements got really ragged but they had the desired effect and I once again shot a load of cum this time deep inside of Norma. Once again I got a long kiss but now I looked at the clock alongside the bed, Jesus it was 9:30 I was expected home soon. I leapt out of bed letting Norma know I had to dash, thanking her for tonight kissing her, stroking her wet cunt again, feeling her tits, 'oh shit gotta go'.

The last thing I did was promise to be back next Friday and say I wouldn't tell anybody what we did. I kept that promise for three years we got together every Friday night until she had to move away for work reasons. Thanks Norma.

Panicked I quickly turn away as if I hadn't seen a thing...But she has no reaction. By now my
 hart is in my throught...my dick is so hard it looks like
a baby's arm sticking right up in the air...if she sees this she says nothing...t
hen like that she and her troupe leave.
It's all I can do to keep from passing out as I come down from my high...
I'm trembling and horney as hell...Then I realize that I don't quite know what she looks like...
however I remember her shoes...

Later I'm finishing up and leaving when this super hot ebony model type walks right into me...I'm
Taller then her so as I look down to see her and excuse myself she's looking up..
.She then rubs her whole body against me hard
as she goes by me. Her tits are firm and soft all at the same time. As she goes by I
 turn to see her walk away..
I noticed her shoes..it was her...and she works there...u can bet I'll find some way to get back to
 that location...

I packed a light suitcase and tossed a few things in the car. After two hours of driving, I stopped at a grocery store. Kevin’s pantry would be stocked with some vintage wines and imported beer, but he wouldn’t have practical things on hand, like lunchmeat or milk. When I checked his fridge, sure enough, there was a jar of pickles and an old box of baking soda. That was it.

What Kevin needed was a nice, sensible girl. He was thirty. As he said, he was getting his financial house in order. He had an outstanding career as a legal analyst and a newly acquired home on the lake. He drove a Mustang and had a plasma screen TV. But I couldn’t help but wonder if there would one day be a backyard wedding or when the weight room would be replaced by a nursery. Kevin was definitely doing his own thing. Although he and I didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, I was proud of him.

I had to admit, his house was beautiful. It was a two-story with a big plate glass window off the kitchen upstairs and a sliding glass door off the dining room that led out onto a large wooden deck. The view of the lake was pristine. The last time I had been there, I noticed a family of wood ducks coming to maturity on the lake. I would enjoy watching them again, if they were still in the vicinity.

Kevin had potted plants of ivy hanging off the eaves of the house. I stood outside on the deck. Below the deck, Kevin had a small, tidy yard with a cement patio and a Weber grill. There was a thick hedge surrounding his backyard. It was a little slice of heaven.

The previous owner had scattered some perennial flowers in the flowerbeds under the spreading ferns. Now that it was Spring, the area was plush, green and gorgeous. Kevin had a hammock stretched between two sturdy trees. I wondered if he ever took the time to lay there and read. A wooden fence in the backyard opened to a paved path which followed the lake shore. In the cattails at the shallow edges of the lake, wild ducks dipped and bobbed for tadpoles and waterbugs. A breeze was blowing and the sun was going down.

From Kevin’s deck, I could see a half mile or so of the running track. I sat in the chair on the deck and admired a young lady who was running on the trail. She wore running shorts and a revealing t-shirt. She was a small, pretty girl with her hair pulled back in a band. I couldn’t help but watch her bounce along the track. After she passed, I reached for my bird binoculars and watched her fine, shapely ass. She was in excellent condition.

Kevin needed a fine young lady like that.

Kevin said he occasionally jogged around the lake (when he had the time). I wondered if he’d ever noticed this woman. Somehow I didn’t think so.

The next evening, I made a point of watching out the back window to see if the young lady would make another appearance. The track was relatively quiet. Then at sunset, there she was. Pretty, shapely, and apparently, a person of routine. I could make it a habit to sit and watch the birds at dusk. I focused my binoculars on the young runner. Today her t-shirt said "Nike." That name seemed to suit her.

I began to refer to the sexy runner as "Nike" and to imagine that she had a busy life working at a desk all day. Her crisp, white shirts showed off her tan. She wore short shorts that revealed muscular, lean legs as she loped around the lake. She ran at a steady pace and didn’t seem to need to stop to take a breather, although she occasionally took a drought of water from the water bottle hooked to her waist. Her evening running seemed her escape from the pressures of the rest of what I imagined to be a stressful day.

Then one day, Nike surprised me. As she was passing the back yard, she ducked down and checked to the right and left. Assuring herself that no one could see her, she ducked down and pushed the wooden gate open. She slipped into Kevin’s backyard. I stood in the kitchen, peering out the window, wondering why Nike had come into the yard. I hardly cared, but was she going to do something spiteful in the yard? After all, I was supposed to be looking after Kevin’s place.

While I watched, she pulled down her shorts, squatted, and peed.

How sweet! I stood and watched her, the stream of yellow disappearing into the thick grass. She crouched a minute, while I assumed she let the last few drops fall into the grass, then she stood, pulling up her shorts. She looked around a minute, noting the pretty little flower beds and the protection of the hedge, then she opened the gate, peeked out, then resumed her run on the trail.

I went out on the deck to watch her vanish around the corner under a fir tree. I grinned, thinking of her pretty white bottom, with distinctive tan lines. What an ass!

I wondered if it would happen again. The next few days, she just loped around the track and I made myself scarce. I wanted to make sure she thought the house was abandoned. Maybe she’d enter the yard again. I couldn’t help but fantasize about her enticing firm ass.

On the third day, she did another quick look-around, then ducked into the yard. I stood upstairs in the kitchen, my bird-watching binoculars focused on her. She came into the yard and sat, her knees pulled into her chest. Lost in thought. Staring at the small bed of flowers, enjoying the solitude.

After that, Nike made this a habit. Almost every evening she opened the back gate and came inside to admire Kevin’s yard. She grew bold. Sometimes she even plucked straggly weeds that dared sprout inside his flower beds. I think she was watching the place, deciding whether the house was empty, which is what I wanted her to think. I became mostly a recluse, living for these few moments each evening when Nike stole into the yard and enjoyed Kevin’s little haven of privacy.

Then one day, she came in the afternoon. She was getting bolder and bolder. She brought a paperback and took off her shirt. She made herself at home, resting in the hammock. Her breasts were rather small and they bulged to the sides as she lay topless on her back tanning in the sun. I couldn’t believe my luck. I imagined myself sucking on those pert, pink nipples. I grew raging hard.

It took another couple of days before she peeled off all of her clothes before laying in the sun. She had a small triangular patch of black hair framing her pussy. Sometimes she would part her legs slightly and I could imagine myself down between those supple thighs lapping my tongue against her pink slit. I stood in the kitchen, binoculars on her beautiful body, and I admit it, I dropped my pants to the floor and started pounding my meat. While she slathered suntan oil across her smooth skin, I spurted a jet of cum onto the kitchen linoleum.

I was thrilled. And I wanted to thank Nike for providing me with such stimulating food for thought. I hadn’t been with a woman in three years. Not since my wife died.

The next morning, I drove into town and purchased a single rose. Before her run that evening, I placed it on the grass inside the gate.

When she came into the yard that night, I didn’t know what she would do. On the one hand, I wanted to let her know I was there and I appreciated her youthfulness and beauty. On the other hand, I was worried that if she knew I was aware of her, she would never come into the yard again.

She came into the yard. The single rose was the only sign I’d let her see that anyone was in the house. She sat down on the hammock, and picked up the rose, breathing in its pure scent, and she lay down, holding it against her chest, her eyes closed.

I suppose she lay there thinking of some imaginary lover, some wonderful man who would leave her flowers in this immaculate, perfect yard. I suppose she imagined what kind of gentleman knew she was coming into the yard. I don’t know for sure. I do know that when she sat up and started taking her clothes off, even knowing that the rose might be specifically for her, I was so excited, I could scarcely breathe. I stood watching, goosebumps all over my arms.

She lay her clothes on the grass and placed the perfect pink rose on top of the pile. Then, as I watched in amazement, she situated herself on the hammock so that anyone inside the house would have a perfect view of her naked body. With my binoculars, I had a flawless view of that gorgeous pussy. She had accepted the flower, then I guess she decided to give me a little treat for not making her leave the yard. She picked up the single rose and started brushing her smooth pussy with the gentle, plush petals of the flower.

My dick sprang out against the confines of my jeans. I’m telling you, I lost no time in taking off my pants and stretching my seven inch cock out as far as it would go. I was totally absorbed watching her stroking her soft pussy with the rose petals, every movement magnified a hundred times. As she got more aroused, I marveled as she licked her fingers, stretched her legs almost behind her head, she was so limber and bent forward and started rubbing her clit. I stroked my dick, matching her pace. She knew I was watching, or at least that I might be watching. She must have wondered what kind of voyeur I was. Was I young and handsome? Was I older and married? Why did I not reveal myself to her?

I can’t tell you how much a turn-on it was for me to watch her tight muscles flex as she pleasured herself directly below me. I came in no time at all, my jizz jetting all over my clothes on the floor. I didn’t care. She petted her pussy, stretching and parting her pussy lips. She wet her fingers, then pushed glistening fingertips into her cunt. With her heels behind her head, she watched her fingers slowly disappear then reappear from her depths. I heard her call out as she started to climax and she covered her face as she came. I wished I was between those legs lapping up all those juices. My dick was throbbing. I still had semen leaking from the tip. I wished she was crouching on her knees licking me off. I imagined my jizz raining all over her face, Nike holding her tongue out, trying to catch it all.

After she left, I showered. I got hard again. I laid down in my bed, remembering the pink rosebud in her hand, the other pink rosebud of her anus, and all the folds and crevices on the expanse between and I jacked off again. My mind was full of pictures of what I’d seen and I couldn’t help but imagine what might happen again.

The next day, I lost no time in going to town. I stopped at the adult novelty store, and I got her several toys. One was a jelly purple dildo. The other was a pocket rocket. I purchased her a dozen of the pink roses. At the house, I pulled baby’s breath up around the packages, trying to incorporate them into the bouquet. It looked a little tacky, but I didn’t care. What the hell! She could use the backyard however she wanted.

When she saw the silly bouquet, she threw her head back and started laughing. She pulled the dildo out and her mouth hung open. Okay, so maybe I should have gotten her one a little smaller, but I couldn’t know what size would appeal to her. She took out the pocket rocket, fired it up. She pressed the vibrations against the palm of her hand, fiddled with the speed control, then opened her legs and pressed it humming against the crotch of her running shorts. She pushed the crotch to the side and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and she started playing the pulse of the vibrator against the stiff bud of her clit. After a few minutes, she turned off the toy. She took her clothes completely off, knelt on the bench, her ass bent towards the window where I was watching. She spit on the purple dildo and stroked it against her pretty lips. Then she teased her vagina open and her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she slid the beast inside. She teased the entrance to her vagina, sinking the latex head inside, then taking it out and licking off her tart pussy taste, then inserting it again. She rocked the dildo in and out of that warm, opening, inviting me to watch by spreading her legs wide and bouncing down on the dildo until she took it up to the balls. With her other hand, she cupped the pocket rocket tight against her clit. I could imagine the vibrations speaking to the sexual goddess inside of her.

There’s something amazing about watching the transformation of Nike, my sweet, young runner into a sexual creature hungry to release that tension in her loins. The gentleness of the initial teasing gradually dissipated into thrusting strokes as she rode the fake dick and started to cry out with pleasure. She rolled on her back, her legs splayed and the purple toy thrusting in and out, the smaller vibrator pressed tightly against her clit. She was in such good shape and she became so uninhibited, doing everything she needed to do to reach a full orgasm right while I was watching. With her legs wide, she tore up that pussy. I watched her angle the dildo so that it would push hard against her g-spot and she dropped the pocket rocket. It fell spinning on the ground as she started to cum. She exchanged the mechanical purr of a machine with the flip, flip, flip of her thumb and forefinger rubbing abrasively against her clitoris. She arched her back and I could see the throes of passion ebbing and waning, her body tensed, then she called out "Oh, oh, oh Fuck!" and melted against the cushion of the chair.

My erection twitched and I spurted all over, my cum dribbling down like a melting candle.

Quite awhile afterwards, I noticed the red message light beckoning to me from the phone’s answering machine.

"Pops! I’ll be home tomorrow. Is there anyway you could meet me at the airport? My plane lands at 3pm."

Shit! I felt like I’d lost something precious. I tried not to feel depressed that my exclusive shows were coming to an abrupt end. I hardly slept that night, reveling in the luscious memories of those few weeks and my little Nike stealing into the yard. I smiled at the thought of how Kevin might jack off in the weeks ahead once he discovers her stealing into his yard. I wondered if he would step out on the deck and introduce himself. Nike and stuffy old Kevin...How sweet! Might be just what the doctor ordered.

 

There was another phone message on my machine at my home about a week later. "Pops! What the hell happened while I was gone? I guess there was this little bitch of a gal coming into my yard to have sex. Last night, she left her thong panties in the flowerbed out back! Like a freakin’ souvenier! I called the police but I guess this wasn’t a priority. I’m going to have to get a security system to keep these losers out of my yard! Call me."

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. I shook my head and buried my face in my hands.

Two guys (early 20's) pulled up beside us and being distracted with my hand on her pussy I didn't notice them until they were right beside me. They were moving at a fast clip when they passed us but the guy in the passenger seat looked over and I knew he seen my wife laying back with her legs spread and her blouse hanging open. I told her I thought the two guys in that truck had seen her but she didn't care and in fact said, "I wish they would slow down and have another look, if they do I'll give them a good look." This really made me hard. The speed limit was 110 but I was going about 100 and stayed in the slow lane.

After they passed us I could see the passenger taking to the driver and my wife had just finished saying that when I could see that we were gaining on them as they were slowing down. I had the car on cruise so we slowly came up on then and I told her that I thought she might have just got her wish. She looked up to see us catching up to them again so I got her to finish undoing the blouse and even got her to slid the bra straps down before we came up beside them. Just before we were coming up on them I tilted my seat back so they could get a better view. They sure as hell weren’t shy about looking. I could see the drive lean ahead to get a better look. My wife shifted to let her skirt ride up her thighs to where you could see her bare flesh above her nylons - christ she looked sexy. The boys adjusted their speed to stay beside us for what was probably a couple of minutes. I looked over and gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I then reached over and pulled her bra down off her breasts so they could see her in all her glory. As cars were now catching up to us they pulled ahead and over into our lane. I sat my seat back up so we didn't disturb anyone as they looked like family cars coming.

As soon as all the cars past we were the coast was clear again. I asked my wife if she was just going to be a cock tease or ...? She said that if I could find a place and they were willing she would give them all they wanted. The boys in the truck dropped back and came up beside us again. I motioned for them to pull over someplace. They sped up and pulled ahead again and about 3 or 4 minutes down the road they were pulled over at a roadside turnout. I pulled in behind them and stopped and rolled both our windows down.

The two guys came up to us on her side of the car and started talking to Cheryl. They told her they sure appreciated the view. She just smiled and said thanks but is all you want to do is look? The guy who was the passenger (later found out his name was Dave) just leaned down reached in and took her right breast in his one hand and ran his other hand up her leg and rubbed her pussy. Cheryl spread her legs wider to let him get his hand in her panties. He very quick inserted two fingers in her and as horny as she now was started coming on his hand. I asked them if they wanted more of this action. They were all for it but we couldn't do this on a main highway. I asked them if they were from around here and do they know of a secluded place we could go to? They said in union "follow us." About a mile or so down the highways they turned off on a dirt road that led to a farmers hay field that was surrounded by bush. They turned into an approach and parked by some bush where you couldn’t be seen from the road.

I parked beside them and went around and helped Cheryl out of the car. The two guys immediately came over to her and had their hands all over. One stood behind her and put his arms around her and had one tit in each hand mauling her. The other stood in front and had her skirt pulled up his hands down her panties and again was fingering her. I took the liberty of undoing the side snap on her skirt and Dave moved his hands and let it drop to the ground. They moved her over to the back of the truck and let the back gate down. As Jerry (the driver's name I now knew) lifted her on to the gate Dave slid her panties off. By now she had also lost her blouse and bra and they were also lying on the ground.

I just stood back and watched with my cock now out and was stroking as Jerry cradled her in his crotch still hold her boobs and her legs right at the edge of the truck bed and Dave, who now had his pants around his feet and his cock out (I'm guessing 7.5" and thick) just moved in-between her legs and shoved it in. She was so wet that it went in easily and then the fucking began. Dave fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes before her started to cum in her. As he started to cum she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could. She took a big, big load I could tell. As soon as Dave pulled out Jerry was there waiting. Again he just rammed it in (another good size - maybe bigger than Dave) and started fucking her. He too took about ten or so minutes of hard fucking (these farm boys didn't fuck around) when I could see him start to tense up and soon he was cumin in her.

It was only once each as we had to get going. But I'll never forget the sight of my wife lying there with garter belt and nylons (which were wrecked when they were done with her) and her legs spread wide taking a fucking like that. It was beautiful. The rest of the ride home she slept like well-fucked woman should.

P.S. I went off at least twice watching.Â

lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca

 

           “Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

 

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

 

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.” 

 

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

 

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

 

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

 

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

 

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

 

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

 

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

 

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

 

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

 

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

 

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

 

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

 

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

 

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

 

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

 

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

 

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

 

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

 

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

 

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

 

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

 

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

 

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

 

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

 

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

 

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

 

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

 

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

 

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

 

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

 

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

 

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

 

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

 

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

 

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

 

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

 

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

 

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

 

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If  ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

 

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

 

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

 

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

       

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

 

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

 

“I what…I can’t! I don’t. I…I haven’t done ‘that!’ since high school, and then just ‘once!’ and ‘no…!’ one was watching.” her face blushing a very bright red and with resignation in her voice she added, “a lot of people gawking at me… God.” She cast glances all around the room as if being spooked then asked, “Where will everyone be?”

 

“At their homes and offices don’t worry it is all done by camera.” Leon warmly said then asking, “Did you like it? Tell me about it, please it will help with the bios my clients will want to read. But first read this aloud, and sign it. Then I want you to read this,” Leo handed Rachel a booklet and a single sheet of paper.

 

“I give one Mr. Leon Crag the right to post my pictures on the web site ‘Rent-a-mate.com’, and E-mail my bio-stats to interested clients. Here you go post away,” Rachel quickly scribbled her signature and started talking hurriedly about her tryst, “It really wasn’t much more than a dare, like I will if you will. I said go first she kissed me on the mouth and took my cloths off. Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but she kissed my pussy and made it feel good so I did it second. I guess what we did is called sixty-nine, I didn’t have an orgasm and neither did she, yet still, we both liked it we just wanted our boy friends more. It was the only time. Any way what’s the bios and pictures about?”

 

“Well… advertising; it gives me a chance to get you started earning money for me and you a little closer to earning your money, by showing the interested members what you have to offer. Oh by the way this is a ‘members only’ affair. That was a nice story; it tells me you have a bit of an adventuresome spirit, and still innocent. They will come in handy.”

 

“How does this work? And what is this booklet about? I thought you had to know a lot about sex to make money at it?” Rachel inquired skeptically.

 

“I’ll say this; coupled with the way you look, your ‘lack’ of experience, and the ‘I dare you to’ attitude gives you value.” Leon said assuringly and then added, “I’ll tell you in a bit, about both how all this works and the booklet. You hungry?”

 

“Yes. I could eat,” puzzlement and curiosity filled her voice and face.

 

“How about oriental? Spicy oriental?” Leon teased.

 

“Sure I like Chinese,” She said smiling.

 

“Well let me give Starr a call. I want her to help us, with the rest of your ‘interview.’ Stand up I want to get some pictures,” Leon directed, “that’s it, turn to the right, and now face the door, now face the wall, okay you can sit back down.” Rachel’s heart jumped with every click of the camera.

 

“What no nudies?” Rachel pertly quipped.

 

“No. Not yet,” Leon said in a mater-of-fact tone and added, “You do realize that you are going to have your clothes taken off, that you are going to handle a pussy and a dick. Get very explicit both verbally and physically in front of web-cams with my members looking, listening, and asking questions?”

 

“ Yes but Mr. Crag I just can’t shake off being afraid,” her voice trailing off as she looked at the door again.

 

“Oh I understand Rachel. If you didn’t have at least some apprehension you wouldn’t be here,” Leon warmly assured adding “Starr will help you, from now on just call me Leon.”

 

Rachel sat down feeling dizzy and somewhat stunned, musing over the information while Leon was on the phone, “My how this ‘job interview’ changed before my eyes; from work to entering the flesh market. That was never more than a passing fantasy, now that I think about it I realize how dumb or naive I have been, thinking this would be a snap. I had to be crazy thinking I could earn that much money, without having to give something of value in return.” After taking, a deep breath she thought, “this will be a good way to take care the family. Pay for Mom’s medical bills; get Jeff in college and his fancy computer, get them both a place to stay, and food to eat. Only they can’t find out about it. My… God! It would kill Mom!” Rachel jumped up, and started to bolt for the door then stopped. She stood there panting loudly her face beet red and nervously blurted out, “I want…! I want to go through with this, ‘all of it’; but I ‘don’t…!’ want anyone, my family, or my friends to find out what I am doing!”

 

“Just a second Starr, I have to talk to Rachel hold on.” Leon looked at Rachel and said calmly “Don’t worry. The first three rules of my business are privacy, privacy, and privacy. ‘Ok…?’ Starr you got the order… good, and you’ll be right here…? Great see you soon.”

 

“I’m sorry I just got scared.” Rachel still blushing excused her self then confessed, “You are right my mother is sick and needs to see a doctor. Jeff and Mom need a better place to stay and yes, the rent is past due.”

 

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Leon warmly consoled adding, “we will get you set up with automatic bill paying and insurance for the two of them. My service is safe; I won’t put you with first time clients that could be risky, and you will be looked in on.” He explained and looked at Rachel warmly and assuringly added, “You won’t be drugged, tossed into a dungeon, and tortured. With the exception of some recreational drugs, you will be working in a drug free environment. I will set you up with an advance against what I think will be an exceptional and profitable term of service. We were in luck Starr was at the café all ready. I’ve posted you picture and profile on the members only board, and sent out e-mails to the prospective couples, that your profile matches their wants, wishes, and needs.”

 

“What have I just agreed to get into?” Rachel asked in a woeful and apprehensive tone her face stressed with concern.

 

“The sex business; to have sex with a strange couple at their whim and wish, and to let me help you take care of your family. You have agreed to be a long-term live-in mate and housekeeper, an extra wife to the husband, a playmate and helper to the wife. The sexier and more agreeable you are, the better. The second three rules are make’em happy, make’em happy, and make’em happy. That is what Starr is going to help you with. So read that booklet, it will raise some questions and answer some too.”

 

 “Just what is ‘sweet’ Starr going to do to me?” she whined wrinkling her nose trying to feign unwillingness.

 

“She isn’t going to abase you, Starr is just going to settle you down some give you a few pointers and psyche you up for the interview. You’ll read that you are not allowed to say no; you ‘must…!’ dutifully obey both of your owners. You ‘must…’ to the very best of your ability deliver service with a smile. They are not allowed to physically hurt you or emotionally abase you unless it is part of the contract. You cannot be imprisoned unless it is introduced in your contract.” Leon paused to let the information settle and then added, “They can reprimand you for mistakes and ‘order’ you to perform better after telling you what you did wrong. You have to agree to everything in the contract before signing.”

 

“They can’t hit or lock me away in a dungeon.” Rachel nervously asked.

 

“I have clients that are prone to that but in your case we are not catering to them.” He waited for her to calm down and continued, “The men are paying for it so some times they are going to ‘take...’ a quickie, and sometimes they might use you for hours. It’s the same with the wives you ‘will’ be spending most of your time with them. There could be weeks when all you do is pleasure your owners, and not one second will they spend pleasuring you, maybe become even more demanding to see how you will act.”

 

“I can’t imagine what I would have to do to keep a woman sexually happy.” Rachel remarked, as she looked at the floor her hand between her legs obviously warming to the situation and becoming aroused.

 

“I want to point out specifically the highlighted part on page six.” Leon started out saying with a pure business attitude, “upon selection of bidder and signing of the contract the signer ‘you’ agree to stay sequestered on the premises, while waiting for you contract to begin. You can leaving only with an escort, and you are not allowed to participate in any sexual activity.”

 

“Sounds like I’m going to be a slave; a sex slave aren’t I? A lesbian sex slave, and a domestic servant.” Rachel chimed disappointedly as a shiver raced across her body.

 

“Yes. Again, don’t worry, read the booklet.” Leon asserted and comfortingly added, “I will help you with your choices for your first time. Sex and submissiveness ‘are’ the biggest parts of what I sell and what you will be doing and it can be easy.” He paused smiled a beaming smile adding, “You just have to learn to give in to their wishes freely. Remember you must be ‘fun…!’ Starr will coach you, and tell you a few of her experiences to help you get a better understanding of the requirements. You will be working harder than you ever have, I promise. Keep reading. I have a nice quiet room for you to stay in should we need one. There will be a one to three week wait while schedules mesh and the paperwork wraps up you will have the run of the place but must be escorted by one of my staff.”

 

Rachel read in silence quickly scanning the pages, looking up puzzled and starting to ask questions, stopping and reading further sighing when some of them were answered. She looked up again puzzled and asked, “Why don’t you use hookers or call girls?”

 

“For obvious reasons, in your case they are not able to satisfy my clients needs, plus they are not trustworthy.” Leon noted.

 

She read a little farther and burst, “Wait a minute I ‘do not…!’ want to be a wet-nurse baby factory.” Rachel declared loudly.

 

“You didn’t do a good job of reading.” Leon rebuffed informing, “That falls under the bonuses program; your supposed to get pregnant if you want the bonuses, but you must abort within eight weeks. Starr will explain all that to you.”

 

“OK. The money happen with bids being placed for…” Rachel paused her face flared red when she said, “my services…”

 

“Bidding, yes like at any auction the participants will look you over ask you questions, and place their bids based on your answers, appearance, and performance.” Leon explained somewhat amazed at how fast she was catching on.

 

“Like a car or art or an estate auction like the black woman chained to a pole and sold?” she quizzed farther.

 

“Oh! We’ve got a lot of responses coming in already, and there’s sweet Starr at the door. Well yes, ‘exactly’ it is people bidding against each other to own ‘you…’ mind and body. You will become the winner’s property just like a long time ago, the only difference no whips or chains. I will give you a list of the top five bidder’s profiles and you will make the final choice. You will…belong to them in every way for the term of the contract. If you don’t want to owe me money then you will make it good for at least six months. I’d say read the rules and regs through again while we eat.”

 

“And if I owe you money?” Rachel asked her question with a suspicious tone in her voice.

 

“No I won’t kill you or break a leg.” Leon responded with a sarcastic tone of voice and then calmly informed her, “We will set up a payment program and yes, if you default, I will turn it over to a collection agency. I am not a gangster.”

 

The door swung open, in walked a big-busted, full-bodied, auburn haired, dark tanned woman her arms loaded with take-out food boxes. She set the boxes on the table, took off her coat hung it on the rack, and looked at Rachel. She smiled her pouty red lips opening as she beamed.

 

“Starr. I’m Rachel. How are you doing today?” Rachel acquainted her self with her future mentor.

 

“I’m fine. Leon was telling me a little about you earlier today. He is right you do look like the girl we all wanted in school.” Starr sang smiling, as she pulled at her hair to straighten out the wind curls. Starr’s tight hair accented her tanned, plump round face then gazed at Rachel sizing her up head to toe and with a smile warmly added, “Yes you even look like the girlfriend I wanted in school.” Starr found Rachel’s thick bushy eyebrows and full head of long shiny black hair stopping at her shoulders attractive and enticing, as she knew that Rachel would have a very thick matting of shiny black hair covering her genitalia. Her body still had baby fat making her roundish but firm looking certainly not fat looking. At five seven, and one thirty-five Rachel was very pleasing to anyone’s eyes. Atop her pert thirty-four D breast making mounds in her thick blouse were large buds caused by her gumdrop-sized nipples. Starr finished fluffing her clothes and with a smile and warm gaze moved toward Rachel.

 

Blushing from Starr’s lingering gaze Rachel announced, “Leon says you are going to help me learn a little something of the sex business. I have decided to go for it… all the way, and I can… use what ever helpful information you are willing to give.”

 

“Ol’ Leon asked me to give some special tutoring.” Starr humorously replied and warmly assured, “I’ll be happy to answer any and ‘all’ question you can ask and some that you will not think to ask. After sizing you up, I see Leon has as usual under stated how attractive you are. You do have that full-bodied look, yet pert, with that down to earth natural beauty, that most of his; ‘special…’ clients look for. Hell I find you enticing.” Starr warmly admitted as she looked on with a seductive smile.

 

“I hate to interrupt but I’m hungry, so let her read, while we all eat up.” Leon interjected and then added, “I will confirm that an auction will happen in two hours.” He paused and looked quizzically at Rachel and asked, “Or should I e-mail a cancellation… Rachel?”

 

“No! Yes! No!” Rachel excitedly exclaimed as she stuttered, “I mean I am going to go for it! All the way! You ‘have…’ an auction!” Rachel quickly and enthusiastically confirmed.

 

“That’s the spirit.” Leon chimed and shoveled some food into his mouth.

 

“You have to act like ‘a-more-than-willing’ participant.” Starr pointed out, and asked, “Leon have you actually pointed out that Rachel will be catering more towards the wives and how the time schedules work? What she is expected to do? And most of all how we will be looking out for her?”

 

“Yes, yes, and yes. I thought you could explain the different ‘bonus’ programs.” Leon mumbled around a mouth full of food.

 

Rachel gulped her bite down and asked, “Yea. One, five, six, and six months the manual said but I am not sure if I got it right.”

 

With a swallow and slurp from her drink Starr replied, “If you only go one month or less you won’t be called back, you failed, and you may owe Leon money. I’m going to make sure your headed in the right direction so you can avoid that.” Starr pointed out then filled her mouth with rice again.

 

“One, five, six, and six months. That is eighteen months with no problems nets an automatic $1,800.00 bonus. The very least you’ll earn is $162,000.00 with no other bonuses and no deductions. With no rent, utilities, or food to pay for. You’ll be covered by your owners medical insurance, and your family will be covered by your insurance.” Garbled Leon and with a chuckle added, “That is good beginner’s pay.”

 

“That is more than a life time pay compared to what I’ve been earning.” Rachel observed with an uneasy grin. Then hungrily took a mouth full of pork followed it with rice and exaggeratedly chewed.

 

Leon reminded her between gobbles. “You must realize that you are selling, at the very least, six months of your life into ‘servitude…’ becoming a slave with what could be a very demanding pair of masters.”

 

“You are only allowed one day off every two weeks.” Starr pointed out, garbling around a mouth full. She swallowed and went on, “You get a full two days pay extra, for every day-off not taken as an extra bonus at the end of the full contract. So by going the full eighteen months that will be seventy-two days of extra pay. Hey Leon help me out with the math.”

 

Leon looked up from the food; a wet smile beamed from his face, and while tweaking his nipple looked right at Rachel saying, “No days off says you ‘want’ to be there. Depending on the bids, it could net you at least $21,600.00 less my pittance. I pay an extra $1800.00 bonus out of the interest I earn for not having problems with the contract. So, say for arguments’ sake you get $300.00 a-day. To keep the math simple for now I take my fees fifty a-day. That leaves $250.00 a-day or $7500.00 a-month or $90,000.00, a-year or $135,000.00 for eighteen months no bonuses no interest and no deductions. I say from experience that that is the very least you will get.”

 

“That is a lot of money.” Rachel remarked with puzzlement in her voice and skeptically asked, “The interest you earn?”

 

“Of course I make money off your work and more the better you work out.” Leon cynically remarked.

 

Starr interjected explaining, “Oh yes; the clients pay six months in advance at the beginning of each term. Depending on the reason the contract is terminated early, Leon either refunds the full amount and you get stuck with a bill, or he pays you off, giving you the contract option to continue or stop. The full contract is eighteen months, in six-month increments, with an exit clause at the end of each of the six-month terms.”

 

“What is the most I will pay Leon?” Rachel inquired in a skeptical tone.

 

“If you get $300.00 a-day I take $50.00 a-day. If you get $400.00 a-day then I take $75.00 a-day.” Leon assured in a business like tone adding, “No less than fifty, and no more than one-fifty a-day so it would behoove you to work for the higher bids.”

 

“Except for what you’ll be sending your family you will be leaving the money in the bank because you won’t need it.” Starr explained her voice sounding like a business woman and with a laugh added, “Hell by the time you satisfy the first contract you’ll have Ol’ Leon paid off and taking care of your family with your own money.”

 

Rachel cut Starr short asking, “What is this pregnancy bonus about?”

 

“Leon?” Starr looked at him.

 

“No. That’s your department.” Leon said as he fumbled through the empty boxes of food grunting, “Shit I’m still hungry.”

 

“I call them conception abortion bonuses. To get them you have to announce, to your owners, that you are pregnant and ask them to terminate it. The safe time is six to eight weeks, and you have to terminate or you will violate the contract. You get $3000.00 upon confirmation, and it goes straight into your account. I conceived six times in eighteen months, that comes to $18,000.00.” Starr stated proudly and added, “It starts earning interest right away too.”

 

“Didn’t it hurt you?” Rachel queried in a distressed tone, “Didn’t you get sick?”

 

“Not at all. I put on weight twice, but as you can see, I took most of it off.” Starr assured and then added, “In six months, I go back on the auction block. This time I will be a surrogate mother. The minimum bids will open at three hundred per day and double for the last four weeks, then fifty percent a-week till weaning. Sex and house work will be optional at that tim...”

 

“This all sounds to good to be true. I’m puzzled. Why only three contracts?” Rachel interrupted.

 

“Leon that’s your department.” Cooed Starr.

 

“You are right, as I said earlier the bidders become your owner. You sell your freedom. The first month gives the couple a chance to see what they bought. The five-month term gives you an opportunity to see if you want to go for another year, in six-month increments or back out and take some money. During the contract, you will not be allowed to go anywhere that you are not taken to by the owner. They will go places and not take you must stay home. You will be eating, bathing, and sleeping, with them, and you cannot be potty shy. Keeping up appearances is very important. Your day off is spent in a private room ‘in’ their home. Well by the end of the third contract, four and a half years, I’m afraid you will have lost your appeal to those long term clients.” Leon explained and added, “Remember it is your youth and innocents that is of value. There are other lucrative contracts available, but that’s for another time. Any way I suspect that if you stay and complete all three contracts you won’t need to work.”

 

“So I cook, clean house, and have sex with my ‘owners…’ as you call them. I submit to their every whim and nothing else.” Rachel commented dryly.

 

“You won’t get past the first month with that attitude.” Starr jumped in. “Hun your going to act fun and be fun. You must be seductive and seduce them and be seduced by them. Think of them as your mates your lovers. You’ll need to melt in their hands, and you will need to make them melt in your hands.” She paused as she mused over a memory and remarked, “What makes a toy popular is that it is fun and easy to play with.”

 

“Starr, here is a partial list of bidders.” Leon pointed out, “There are a couple of first timers. They seemed okay, I mean they passed my detective and he is thoroughgoing, but lets drop them anyway.” Leon rubbed his hands together and then declared, “I have all of my clients thoroughly investigated. You were thoroughly investigated.” He cast a warm look at Rachel and firmly said, “I have never lost a mate to a bad client. Pimps beet their girls and the hookers get stiffed or killed all the time. There are none of those risks with my service. My clients pay me a lot of money and expect to get what they paid for.”

 

 “Hey. These two sound fun.” Starr sang out with enthusiasm after gulping her food down and then read from the bio, “Wife likes to work her husband over with the help of a second woman, but for one on one prefers a woman’s touch.” With a little laugh remarked, “If you play the part you could have a lot of fun. When husband is away mate will provide sexual release in a variety of ways hell I’m getting wet reading this.” Starr said with a laugh her voice trailed off as she continued, “She must keep up with the household chores, will accompany wife shopping to the gym, bike rides anywhere she wants her to go. Shit reads like a want ad in the personals. Okay lets skip to some of the rules when out of the house she will talk to no one, respond to medical emergencies only, and walk arm and arm or at least stay close, and be very attentive. Well it still sounds fun if you go along.” Starr said as she lingered at the words on the page.

 

“So we have an ‘auction!’” Leon crowed with satisfaction. “I have to get set up.” And Leon headed for the hall.

 

“Who is the guy that’s going to fuck me Leon?” Starr yelled as he started down the hall.

 

“If it matters there are Greg, or Jerome they have been saving up for the last eight days. Which one do you want?” Leon yelled back.

 

“Surprise me Leon.” Starr shouted and started talking to Rachel again, “So this is how it will go first you just sit by the bed in front of the cameras.” Starr explained in a friendly tone.

 

“’Cameras!?’ Oh yes the cameras.” Rachel interrupted and asked, “What did I just start?” her voice crackling with surprise.

 

“You didn’t think they were going to bid and buy sight unseen?” Starr sarcastically asked.

 

“No I guess not Starr.” Rachel conceded.

 

Starr continued, “The first round happens with you in the chair, next to me sitting on the bed. The group gets to ask you five questions. The way you answer them the tone of voice, your body language will determine how the bidding goes. You remember when you were in school writing essay answers the more informative your essay the higher the grade, well it is the same here.” Starr remarked and warmly looked at Rachel.

 

“Starr. Is this like a conference call everyone hears everyone?” Rachel distressfully asked.

 

“Yes Rachel everyone hears everything questions, answers, and the bids offered. The second cycle starts with us. We will be kissing and petting. They will be using you… so they are going to want to see if you are a good seducer and easy to be seduced. You are being bought for the wife’s benefit mainly, but the husbands are there some of the time, some more than others and you do belong to them as well. So you must satisfy their whims, fancies and orders too.”

 

Starr paused a few moments to muse and then continued, “Just to give you an idea. One afternoon I was with the wife naked on our bed. She had blindfolded me and we were into some serious petting. Well we were both getting hot when she rolled on top. She started frenching me and playing with my clitoris, while the husband snuck into the room and mounted her from behind. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he bumped my legs and knew exactly when he slid his dick into her, because her saliva started cascading into my mouth around her tongue. They had been having sex for almost thirty minutes; when with out any warning, he stuffed his cock deep inside me and gave a few long quick thrusts, and his sperm surged into me. I was so startled I screamed and bucked trying to shake his dick out of me but the wife let out an impish giggle and held me tight until he pulled out. That is one of the times I conceived.” As she became quiet, Starr smiled amorously reminiscing.

 

“Am I going to fuck Jerome or Greg, Starr?” Rachel shyly asked.

 

“No. You will have to strip the male we do use and handle his dick, but I’ll ‘get…!’ to do the fucking.” Starr explained as she rubbed her genitals and dreamily added, “I prefer sex with men because I love the feeling of a hard cock moving inside me. The feeling of sperm gushing, soaking my cheeks, and running down the crack of my ass really thrill me still. Just thinking of it gets me wet.” she paused and took a few deep breaths and added, “Dildos and strap-ons are okay but little more than pacifiers. When I am with a woman I would rather she use her tongue and or fingers to get me off, and I ‘dooo…!’ love to exchange fluids with women!” Starr dreamily stared at the floor as she diddled her nipple.

 

With a loud sigh, Starr continued explaining the bidding process, “The third cycle starts with individual bidders asking more questions and deciding weather you do me or I do you first. Think of these questions as essays too but requiring only short essay answers. So depending on the out come of this Q and A I will be exposing, and touching different parts of your privates and you will be handling mine in turn. We will take different poses, lying down, bending over or standing up with a leg propped on a chair or something. We will be spreading our legs wide so they can see every little thing.” Starr stopped and watched Rachel turn away in embarrassment and knew her embarrassment was from being turned on. In a deep alluring voice she continued, “We will be fingering each other’s vaginal folds and anuses suckling each other’s breasts. The bidders are going to be watching your responses as we take turns with our ministrations to each other. You must look like an eager and happy participant. The more aroused you look the wetter the wives will get, the harder their dicks are going to get, and the higher the bids are going to go. If you know what I mean?”

 

“Yes. I knoooww…what you mean!” Rachel smiled quipped and then assured, “I will try to arouse you, and let you arouse me, and look good doing it.”

 

“Rachel you look really good you have the face and body these people really want. The; I’m young, fertile, and full of cum, and I’m easy, look see how easy I get hot.” Starr consoled and cupped Rachel’s cheek. Rachel’s eyes closed and her knees warbled. Starr quaffed deeply at the air and closed her eyes and in a voice near whisper warmly warned, “We will continue this later!” Coolly Starr continued Rachel’s orientation, “When the forth-round starts we will both be making love; the two of us, having sex together. We will be going from French kissing to down on each other, you know sucking tongues, lips, nipples and clitorises. You will have your fingers in me and I’m going to have my fingers in you. Don’t worry about cumming on my face I like it, but even if you don’t like my cumming in your face you must look like you do. And yes the cameras will be running, catching the action from all angles, ‘all…!’ of the action from ‘all…!’ of the angles.”

 

“Starr I’m not sure but I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm.” She grimaced casting glances around the room as her face flashed deep red, and in a shaky assured, “I know I will like you juices on my face.”

 

“Not even when you masturbated?” Starr asked puzzled.

 

Rachel grimaced as she admitted, “I never masturbated.”

 

“Never?” Starr gave a deep husky sigh and combing Rachel’s hair with her fingers warmly assured, “Well I am going to be looking forward to giving you your first orgasm. Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt, I promise!” Starr smiled impishly her upper cheeks reddening and continued. “When the fifth-round starts I say I want ‘my man go get my man.’ You go get him and walk into the room hand and hand this is where you first handle him; you kiss him, take his clothes off, you rub your naked body on his, you rub his cock with your hands, legs and buttocks, you turn him on and tell him that your mama wants you. As saucily as you can and still sound real.”

 

“I don’t think can I rub his penis in front of the camera.” She nervously admitted as she danced from foot to foot as if she had to pee.

 

“Rachel you have too. It won’t squirt on you or bite you.” Starr teasingly quipped and then warmly added, “They need to know you will handle their every little thing.”

 

“Just rub it not have sex?” Rachel pried farther.

 

“You are not supposed to suck or fuck it.” Starr said as a matter of factly and with a smile on her face coaxed, “Just hold it against your face and smile, that will drive them crazy I promise. You keep forgetting these people are after you for your inexperience not your experience, your youth and innocents, not you wiles. You do have to prove that you are willing to and can so to speak ‘handle…’ the job.”

 

“I can do that. Starr? I am still having trouble understanding this whole thing.” Rachel resigned and grimaced as she added, “I still keep seeing those nasty reports of the white slavery trade and can’t hel…”

 

“Just relax.” Starr interjected and consoled, “Leon started this business for those very reasons he hated every article.” Starr gave Rachel a much-needed hug and then went with her introduction, “Remember the important thing is being sexy without seeming like you are straining. I’ll rub the sheet if I think you need to slow down some. The next cycle of bidding starts when you put his dick into my pussy, and start sucking my clitoris, and moving his dick inside me with your hand. This is ‘the…! Pose…!’ my fave and theirs too… mostly.”

 

“Why use that pose? I know my mouth is going to touch his penis!” Rachel’s face wrinkled and she stuck her tongue out as if having a foul tasting substance in her mouth.

 

“Yes. Just don’t think about that, think of kissing my pussy.” Starr became quiet as she reminisced and then warmly assured, “That is the one position they all share. You’ll see why when it happens to you, it can be explosive. I’ll tell you a short story.” A broad smile beamed as Starr collected her thoughts her cheeks turned blush as she started, “I was with my first couple it was the third week, and I hadn’t had sex the two months before my arrival and watching them having sex made me ache. They had sex in bed every night with me lying next to them or under them getting wet from their sweat for the first two weeks. I tell you I was hoorneey…!”

 

“I just finished my shower, and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed smiling at me a kind of crooked sexy smile she had when she knew I was aroused and I could smell her heat. She was just patting the bed next to her, where she wanted me to lie down. When she moved I saw the shinny wet spot she made. I was quite nervous because this was my first contract and my first time being with a woman, except for the interview. I was sort of turned on already when she started kissing my face and fondling my breasts. She knew exactly how to squeeze my nipples. When she started frenching me, and putting her fingers inside me, my fire was lit, my juices were running out of me, and she made it feel ‘Oh…!’ ‘So…!’ Good! She was tweaking my nipples with the fingers of one hand while diddling my clitoris with the thumb of her other hand splaying my labia with her fingers. She knew just when to stop to keep me from cumming. My God! I would start to pant and gasp and she would stop and stay very still and wait for me to come down then start again. She did that to me several times till my groin started aching. She was kissing her way down to my vagina when her husband lay down next to me and began fondling my other breast and nipple, nibbling my ear, and pressing his cock onto my side. His dick was already very hard I could feel it throbbing. I was trembling I was so hot, and so scared. It felt like some one was blowing up balloons inside of me and then letting the air out, I thought I was about to explode.”

 

Starr paused took a short drink of water and started again, “Her suckling my clitoris and fingering my labia kept me so dilated I was wide open. My cream was beading and flowing down my anus, I was soaking the sheet beneath me. I was getting close to cumming when in one smooth movement, they pulled me on top him and with her mouth still suckling my clitoris, she slid his cock into me. My God…! I exploded before it was all the way in, I tried to scream but couldn’t. I just gasp uncontrollably and moaned mindlessly. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and shoved her face onto my pussy. My vaginal muscles convulsed gripping his cock tightly; I heard her grunting and moaning loudly like she was having an orgasm too. I ground her mouth into my clitoris, and felt I was going to jump out of my skin gasping and writhing. I felt so spent, yet when she started manually moving his cock inside me and when he started ejaculating I exploded again, I thought my innards were squirting out of me through my pussy with every contraction. His dick didn’t go soft then either.”

 

“The three of us rolled over he was on top and she was under me. I was passionately kissing her we were moaning loudly and grunting like animals. She was foundling my breasts and nipples while he was working his dick just inside my opening rolling my labia with every quick short stroke. Over the next thirty or so minutes I probably had twenty small orgasms, but when he ejaculated I yelled and jumped from the forcefulness of his stream. When we finely finished we just lay there in a pool of our sweat, and his semen mixed with our juices.” Starr took a long pause and reminiscently added, “I for the most part, have had a good time with all of my owners. It’s best to think of them that way, because they are… your owners. Remember to keep your guard up some of them are ass holes and will try to trip you up, cause you to violate the contract, and as you know it saves them money.”

 

“Oh! Starr you’ve made me wet my panties, my fanny is slipping inside them. Maybe we can fool around a little first?” Rachel enticed as she slipped a little closer.

 

“Save it for the camera.” Starr cautioned, “You will need to look Hot…! Wet…! And Sexy…!”

 

“I feel all melted inside I ache. I will be glad to help you have an orgasm, and know… I want you too.” Rachel purred smiling and whispered, “When we get the time.”

 

“You know Rachel this doesn’t have to feel like work we are allowed to enjoy the bidding process.” Starr cooed and ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair smiling as she said, “During this round when you start manually making him cum inside me they are going to want to watch your pussy and see if you turn wet while he is cumming. Your bottom will be faced right at the camera, and it will be a tight shot.”

 

“What do you mean ‘a tight shot?’” a puzzled look washed across Rachel’s reddening face.

 

“A close up. A well lit… close up. And your legs will be spread wide so you will… be wide open, offering a full view.” Starr alluringly patted Rachel’s buttocks.

 

A weak smile appeared on Rachel’s face as she asked, “Starr? Say I stay the full term do I get a vacation or what?”

 

“No more than a week and the time it takes to start another round of bidding.” Starr informed adding, “More than that and you’ll have to pay for the escort you will need.”

 

“An escort?” Rachel remarked in surprise and asked, “What do I need an escort for?”

 

“As long as you work for Leon and his special clients you belong to them and Leon twenty-four seven three sixty-five.” Starr explained and with a light laugh added, “Don’t worry Leon will pay for the escort the first week. If you stay longer than a week, you have to pay for the escort. If you go without an escort, you will loose your priority in the bidding and have to get and pay for another check up. Another three rules here are, security, security, and security. He has to protect his clients, and that means us too.”

 

“Do you know why they pay so much to conceive then have an abortion?” Rachel asked with a confused look on her face.

 

“Some like to ‘cum’ in a fertile womb, others believe that they are freeing a spirit.” Starr mused before continuing, “Don’t ask me to explain that; as for me I love the feeling of sperm gushing inside my womb.”

 

“So the long and short of it all is; I just stay at their house and cook, clean, have sex, and be a dutiful wife for eighteen months at a time?” Rachel pertly recapped.

 

“It depends on the couple and the ground rules, but yes you must comply completely, or you will violate that contract.” Starr firmly asserted adding, “The six month term has to be completed or you get nothing, even if there is only one hour left.”

 

“What if someone in my family gets sick?” Rachel quizzed.

 

“That’s a medical reason, and something will be worked out so you can take an absence.” Starr answered and then quipped, “I have trouble reading too it is all in the brochure.”

 

Leon came around the corner looked at Starr and Rachel, “Rachel give Starr a wet kiss.” He ordered and with a chuckle asked, “Did you give Rachel the blow by blow on the bidding process?”

 

“HUmmm huumm.” Starr toned as her lips were sealed to Rachel’s.

 

“‘Oh!’ That looks ‘swee…eet…!’” Leon remarked as he watched the rosy cheeks meshing and then brayed, “I think the bidding is going to be heated maybe even over the top! Because every one of the families of the Tantrik love cults have joined the bidding, all of the older couples as well as all of the younger couples.” Leon paused as watched the screen and then blurted out, “Even a bunch of our pre-approved first time couples have come on line to join in, and a bunch of the singles have logged on just to watch.”

 

“Rachel you kiss good like you know what you are doing.” Starr purred as she cupped Rachel’s cheek.

 

“It can’t be that different than kissing boys.” Rachel smiled blushing a little and nuzzled Starr’s palm.

 

“I would say you are going to have a lot of fun and get paid for it too.” Starr commented gayly, then cautioned, “Stay away from the Tantrik love cults as I hear they are really hard to work with.”

 

“Are they dangerous?” Rachel whispered.

 

“No they are extremely demanding.” Starr answered frankly and then explained, “They really believe in the exchange of fluids during sex!”

 

“Well girls, show time fifteen minutes!” Leon said as he ground his hands together and an impish grin beamed, then introduced, “This is Greg. He will be assisting us with parts of the bidding. Greg ‘this…!’ is Rachel, and you already know Starr.”

 

“Hi girls.” Greg said as he turned towards them.

 

Rachel just stuttered when she tried to speak as she had been caught off guard by the huge bulge in Greg’s pants. Starr kicked in, “Oh don’t mind her she has never seen such a well endowed male but not to worry she ‘will…!’ catch on.” Starr ensured as she gave his flaccid penis a firm shaking.

 

End. Chp. 1

 

I had a lot of fun writing this story and hope you will enjoy reading it. Ch. 2 will be a lot more than a fun tease. Please send comments to writermike2003@yahoo.com. All reasonable and constructive e-mails will be responded to.

Thank you for your time. writermike

 

 

Perhaps, in order for you to create a mental image of me, now would be the best time to describe myself. I am a long legged 5'3" natural brunette with blue eyes and weigh between 105-110 lbs. My measurements are 36,23,36 with a C cup and I'm one that's lucky enough to have all my proportions in all the right places. I'm considered very attractive and am often referred to, or likened as, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, ravishing, sensual, etc. A seemingly conceited description of myself, but not really, seeing the similes are as men have described me and not as how I see myself. Although it would be nice to say that whether it's at work, shopping, the bar, or just out and about in general etc, men are always hitting on me and trying to get me to go out with them, but that wouldn't be an entirely truthful or an accurate statement. Yes, It does happen quite often but by those that are bolder or more confident than most but generaly speaking men tend to be withdrawn and shy in approaching me. When Mike and I were first married and the bolder ones would try to connect with me, I would have nothing to do with it.

All went as expected as a normal married couple for a few years, but slowly my husband started suggesting things in a subtle way. One night after we had made love for the second time and we were laying there recuperating he said, 
" I had this weird dream last night."
Naturally I asked him what it was and he described,

 " we were at a party and when it was time to leave, you were nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere but I still couldn't find you. I went to get our coats from the bedroom where we'd left them and when I entered, I saw you there being felt up by a stranger. He had you up against the wall, groping your breasts and pushing your skirt up. I was so upset seeing the two of you like that, but I couldn't move. It was like I was paralyzed and even though I was in the same room, you weren't able to see me. It was like I wasn't there! You kept telling him stop it!, but he wouldn't stop. I wanted to help but I couldn't. I don't remember how it came about but all of a sudden you were both naked on the bed and you weren't fighting his advances anymore. Just as he was spreading your legs I woke up. What a crazy dream!"

I felt disgusted when I heard the details of his dream and told him so. He replied "Gosh, Mandy,  it's only a dream! I can't help or control what I dream." How could I argue with that? After all, everyone has dreams that don't make sense. Although I agreed with his point I was somewhat skeptical , seeing he was hard again and so shortly after making love for the second time. That had never happened before. 

A few weeks later, and very nonchalantly, he would bring the dream back up and say something like,
"Boy! you remember that dream I told you about? I keep thinking about it and you looked so sexy up against the wall. I can't help it, but I get hard every time I think about it." Although it still bothered me hearing him say that, I wasn't as digusted as when he first described it to me. By now I'd had time to think and I rationalized that it was a fantasy. Much the same as some of my fantasies. No big deal. If it excited him and enhanced our love making then I could accept it.

It wasn't long afterwards that as we were making love and as I was staring my climax, Mike would whisper in my ear " so? would you like it if a man other than me was inside you right now?" or " Do you have any idea how many men would want to be me and be where I am right now?" He never carried on. He just made subtle suggestions and soon I was enjoying hearing his naughty thoughts as I came to orgasm. No harm in that. It was only fantasy, wasn't it? Yes, I started to wonder If he would really enjoy it if it really was to happen And found myself fantasizing a fantasy that had never crossed my mind before. 

Over time, and when we were at the bar together, I started to get the feeling that should a man make moves on me, Mike wouldn't be upset by it or wouldn't care if they did.  If a man would come over to our table and ask me if I'd like to dance with him, Mike would say,
" It's up to her, I don't mind."

That type of answer sort of annoyed me and even if I didn't really feel like dancing I would do so anyways, just to get away and calm down a bit so that I wouldn't get into an argument with him over how easily he passed me out.

On one occasion in particular when I returned to our table, after dancing with a man that kept trying to pull me in very to him, I asked Mike,
" what if that guy had made advances towards me while I was waltzing with him?"
Mike shrugged it off and said,
"I doubt that! This a public place and he knows you are with me."

I don't know really remember why or when I changed from a loving wife to a flirtatious one. Perhaps it was because I wanted to prove Mike wrong about what some men would do, public or not, or perhaps it was when I wondered if he might eventually get jealous, but change I did!

Over time I found myself flirting more and more, and waltzing closer and closer with the men that asked me to dance with them. Mike never got jealous. Naturally, with me waltzing in tighter to my dancing partners as I now tended to do and with the effects of the liquor, atmosphere and flashing lights, it was only a matter of time before a hand, whether accidentally or not, would brush against one of my breasts or would ride down the hollow of my back and work its way down further until it was on my butt.

Initially, when that happen, I'd make an effort to stop them. Eventually, especially once I knew Mike had seen the other's antics and never said anything, I stopped rejecting their advances. Subsequently I found myself dancing in a very intimate manner and now that I didn't place any restrictions on my dancing partner's hands, it would usually result in an erection being pressed up against my leg. Prior, if I got the feeling Mike didn't care, I would have felt repulsed. Now, I found that it stirred me inside. I couldn't control that. It must be nature, because it certainly wasn't with any intent on my part.

I remember the first time things went much further. As usual, once we arrived at the bar, Mike put his name up on the challenge board at the pool tables. Just as so many times before, once his turn came to play, he'd be gone and leave me sitting by myself. As it turned out, Mike's first game was against Steve and Mike beat him. That's how Steve ended up sitting at my table with me. Mike had invited Steve to sit at our table seeing he was by himself. While Steve waited for his turn to play pool again, we got the chance to talk and get to know each other some.He had a wonderful sense of humor and had me laughing most of the night. When Steve's turn would come to play pool again, I found myself feeling disappointed that he had to leave. I wished that he would loose, just so that he would be back quick and make me laugh some more. Mike was on a roll and winning all his games. Steve was back at my table within minutes. Mike only lost two games in three or four hours, and that's the only time he was at the table with Steve and I. While Mike was gone, Steve and I had a great time talking and dancing. About half an hour before the bar was to close Mike finally a game and when he came over to the table he asked Steve if he'd like to play some pool at our house. Mike rationalized leaving, seeing he wouldn't get another turn at the pool tables before the bar closed. Mike had been playing for two beers per game and I could hear he was very drunk.We all left and as I drove to our house, Steve followed in his car.

After a few games of pool at our house , Mike started to become rude and abusive towards Steve. He was saying things like,
" Hell man, you are the shits. Mandy doesn't play pool and she could beat you."
I was so embarrassed. and said so. I kept apologizing for the way Mike was acting and Steve said
" that's OK, he's pretty drunk I'm sure he doesn't mean it."
After about three games, Steve said he didn't want to play for a bit, and that it was too boring for me.
"Well!" Mike said,
"OK, fine! You two can sit and talk. I'm going to lay down. I'll be back later."
As he was heading up the stairs, he looked over at me and slurred,
" you can entertain him for a while."

Steve and I sat talking, having a few drinks and listening to music for about fifteen minutes.At one point he asked if I wanted to play some pool, but I declined, reminding him I didn't play pool. He then said,
"you dance, would you like to dance?"
I laughed at that, and replied,
"Yes, I'd love to."

We moved into each others arms, as we had done at the bar. It shouldn't have felt any different, but as our bodies moved together I instantly became aware of Steve's hardness that was pressing up against my leg. We had only just started to dance, and I remember thinking

"He's already got an erection! Even before, I'm in his arms!"

I had felt the same thing at the bar, but there it hadn't occurred right from the onset. At the bar it had felt sexy, now it felt sensual. Also, unlike at the bar where he had only one arm around my waist, now, both of his arms encircled me. In hindsight I suppose I shouldn't have allowed him to do that but that night it felt right. Actually, I was getting bit drunk myself and even though I had a feeling that this might go much further than just dancing, I didn't want to do anything to stifle the feelings Steve was arousing within me. We danced to a couple of songs, and the whole time I kept thinking Mike was going to come back downstairs at any second. About this time, Steve needed to use the washroom and while he did, I slipped upstairs to check on Mike. He was laying on our bed, snoring and seemed out cold. Knowing Mike, and how deep he slept when drunk, I felt he was likely out for the night.

I returned back downstairs and when Steve came out of the washroom, we started to dance again. Half way through the song, his hands were lower than they had been all night. I pulled them up once or twice, but soon, I relented and didn't stop him.The skirt I was wearing wasn't long, but I became aware that Steve was somehow making it shorter and getting it to ride higher and higher by the chill on my skin as it became exposed to the basement's air. I just didn't realize how high! That is, until I felt the cool basement air on my buttocks. The next thing I remember happening was his fingers slipping inside the top edge of my pantyhose. Never having a man do that to me, it caused me to reflexively pull away from his touch. By doing so, it caused me to move my pelvis in closer to him. Now we were moving as one. I can't say dancing, because we really weren't moving our feet. We were just sort of swaying to the music. I felt so guilty, but yet so good. The good was stronger. I didn't stop him. His fingers continued their journey down until they were moving down into the top of my panties as well. His hands were SO warm! As Steve's hands kept moving further down, my natural reflexes continuously caused me to move away from his advances, resulting in my pelvis moving forward further and up tighter yet up against his erection. The further his hands slid down, the more compressed I ended up against him. I remember thinking how long his penis felt, up against my leg. Much longer than Mike's. Soon, my hose and panties were half way off my buttocks and both of his hands were caressing my cheeks.

About that time, the music ended. I had to change the disc. I went over to the stereo and while I was bending forward to change the disc, Steve came up behind me and reached around me, cupping my breasts. I could feel his manhood pressing against my cheeks. I don't know how I managed to get the new disc in. The music started again, but he didn't release me. He just started swaying and grinding his erection into my tush . I joined in to his movements. The tank top I had on didn't cushion any feelings. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs and started kissing my neck. I'm SO ticklish in my neck. He chuckled when I curled my head so as to try to stop him from kissing me there. Releasing one hand from my breasts, he reached down, lifted my skirt, and slipped it into my hose and panties, but from the front this time! That scared me. A strange man going there but I didn't stop him.  I was so wet now and I didn't want him to get yucky. Isn't that crazy! The thoughts that run through ones mind.

As his hand slid down, so did I. My natural reflexes and my conscious as a faithful wife were still working, so I involuntarily tried to avoid his advances by moving down also. Doing so made me settle to the floor but eventually I ran out of room to move further away from his touch. Once I was on my knees, his hand found me and moved in between my legs. Somehow Steve urged me down onto my stomach and we ended up laying down, right in front of the stereo. His body followed mine and he ended up laying on top of me. I was glad that he was behind me, so I didn't have to look at him. I kept my eyes closed, and relished in the way his hands were fervidly exploring my body.Now that I had nowhere left to go to avoid his advances , Steve wasted no time in working his fingers into my vagina. As his fingers worked deeper into me, it felt much the same as if I was rubbing my own breasts, and entering myself with my fingers as I do when I masturbate. Steve moaned a sound of approval when I reached down between my legs, covered his hand with mine and partnered my fingers with his as they were probing inside me. Yes! I could pretend that I was masturbating myself but, there was that bulge though! Pushing against my rear. It felt SO good. Better than I thought it would, or, that it should have, to a faithful wife.

By now my hose and panties were down past my hips and my skirt bunched at my waist.Breaking momentarily, he moved his body down and using the hand that had been between my legs, proceeded to push my hose and panties to my knees, my calves and then off my feet. I thought, "My goodness, he has long arms", seeing his upper hand never left my nipples.I also thought "I wonder if his penis is as long as his arms." Realizing this was heading much further than just petting, my conscious started to intervene and I said,
" NO, I can't do this. It's just not right!"
to which he replied, in a surprised and disappointed tone,
" You want me to stop?"
My guilt feelings said yes, but the feeling I was experiencing said no. I whispered,
" NO "
He asked,
" are you sure? "
I responded,
"yes I'm sure,,,don't stop."

Once my panties and hose left me, his hand rejoined mine again between my legs. His head was now right by my tush and he started to lick, kiss and softly bite my ass. Oh My! Not even my husband had ever done this! It felt "SO" good. Here's me, a virgin to everyone else but Mike, laying on the floor of our basement, getting my ass licked. Steve's tongue kept going deeper between my cheeks. It felt so strange. It felt so good. My heart was racing now. My mind and thoughts rushing. The lower Steve kissed, licked, and nibbled, the further my legs spread almost as if they had a mind of their own. Then it happened, the best, yet most embarrassing thing. Steve started to kiss and lick my bud. This went beyond naughty. It was pure lust. I could feel my stomach muscles beginning to involuntarily spasm. My vaginal secretions were actually running off my legs and making the carpet wet beneath me. His tongue and fingers seemed to be working as one. As his fingers probed deeper into my vagina, his tongue did likewise into my anus. Slowly but surely he managed to move deeper into me until finally his lips were pressed up tight against me.I started to shudder and felt my contractions intensifying in my abdomen, I knew I was coming to climax.

He must have sensed I was climaxing because he slid his body up onto me, pulled off my tank top and proceeded to poke and push his member against my anus.
I whispered,
" NO you can't! You don't have a condom on."
he replied
" I have one on."

I reached down , felt him, and sure enough he had one on! He had put one on when he went to the washroom! Steve must love Greek, but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't let him! It was bad enough that I was about to become an unfaithful wife, never mind being sodomized.

Without thinking and almost in a compensatory way, I guided him into my vagina. He didn't complain and as he pushed his penis into me I could feel him spreading tissue deep inside me that my husband had never been able to do. Even when I thought he was fully in me, his length moved deeper yet! I must have gasped or moaned, because he voiced,
"shhhhhh."

As he started thrusting, I could hear the slap, slap, sound as his pelvis met my buttocks and the squishing sounds of my wetness as he moved in and out of me. It's a good thing I was right by the stereo, so that I could reach out and turn up the volume to cover up the noises we were making. I started to climax after 6 or 8 thrusts and I held my face in the carpet in order to try and muffle my squeals of delight. Steve came to orgasm after 20-30 thrusts, just about the time that I was reaching my peak. After Steve was spent and once his breathing became somewhat more controlled, he whispered in my ear,
"Here, let me clean you up."

He then rolled me over, spread my legs and buried his face between them. Ever so gently, he licked and lapped up my pussy's nectar. I almost got caught up in the new sensations he was stirring up inside me, but just about that time the Cd ended and my mind rushed back to the thought of my Mike sleeping upstairs. I whispered,
" we should get dressed now."

While we were cleaning up and dressing I thought God!, What if Mike had woken and he had come downstairs as we were making it! I got Steve to leave as quickly as possible and no sooner was he gone, that all the guilt feelings rushed into my mind.

The next day,Sunday, I was hung over and SO, SO depressed. I kept going to the washroom to have a cry. Mike kept asking me,
" what's wrong."
I held out saying,
" Nothing."
I held out until mid afternoon and then I broke down and told him,
" something happened last night."
He calmly replied,
" I know. I was watching you from the top of the stairs."
I screamed at him,
" you're not mad, or jealous?"
He replied,
" No, not at all. I came two times watching you. The first time just after you changed the music, and the second time as you were gasping and moaning. I'm not mad, or jealous. I'm so turned on and I love you."

I told him he deserved that. Letting me flirt and him being so rude to Steve. He laughed and said,
"I knew Steve was hot for you. He couldn't take his eyes off you all night. As for being rude, if he liked me he probably wouldn't have seduced you"

So there it is. That's how it started. Even though I didn't let Mike touch me for weeks after that, eventually the anger and guilt subsided, leaving only the memories of the excitement I experienced that night.Within a month, I found myself fantasizing and yearning for those feelings again. Six weeks later I repeated with another man.Once again experienced guilt and depression afterward but the recovery period was much shorter this time.Within a year, I ended up going out every Friday or Saturday night looking to bring home a new guest to please Mike's voyeurism and my lust.

That was several years ago, and since then, when we go out together, I tell prospective guests my husband is my brother from out of town and staying over for the weekend. Other times, he stays home and I go out with my girlfriend, and then bring the man home. I phone before I come home and let him know I have company. He hides in the spare bedroom.

I'm so glad that the Steve was so sweet and such a good lover. If he would have been a dud, I wouldn't be sharing my experiences now.

Steve was fantastic, but he's not the best, and thinking back, knowing what I know now, I'm saddened that I rushed my him out of the door as I did. I never got to savor his taste. If I could do it all over again, we would have showered together, cuddled on the couch, and I would have made sure we satisfied each other orally.

Perhaps? one day I will meet up with him again and then I can make up for my nervousness that first time.

Two guys (early 20's) pulled up beside us and being distracted with my hand on her pussy I didn't notice them until they were right beside me. They were moving at a fast clip when they passed us but the guy in the passenger seat looked over and I knew he seen my wife laying back with her legs spread and her blouse hanging open. I told her I thought the two guys in that truck had seen her but she didn't care and in fact said, "I wish they would slow down and have another look, if they do I'll give them a good look." This really made me hard. The speed limit was 110 but I was going about 100 and stayed in the slow lane.

After they passed us I could see the passenger taking to the driver and my wife had just finished saying that when I could see that we were gaining on them as they were slowing down. I had the car on cruise so we slowly came up on then and I told her that I thought she might have just got her wish. She looked up to see us catching up to them again so I got her to finish undoing the blouse and even got her to slid the bra straps down before we came up beside them. Just before we were coming up on them I tilted my seat back so they could get a better view. They sure as hell weren’t shy about looking. I could see the drive lean ahead to get a better look. My wife shifted to let her skirt ride up her thighs to where you could see her bare flesh above her nylons - christ she looked sexy. The boys adjusted their speed to stay beside us for what was probably a couple of minutes. I looked over and gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I then reached over and pulled her bra down off her breasts so they could see her in all her glory. As cars were now catching up to us they pulled ahead and over into our lane. I sat my seat back up so we didn't disturb anyone as they looked like family cars coming.

As soon as all the cars past we were the coast was clear again. I asked my wife if she was just going to be a cock tease or ...? She said that if I could find a place and they were willing she would give them all they wanted. The boys in the truck dropped back and came up beside us again. I motioned for them to pull over someplace. They sped up and pulled ahead again and about 3 or 4 minutes down the road they were pulled over at a roadside turnout. I pulled in behind them and stopped and rolled both our windows down.

The two guys came up to us on her side of the car and started talking to Cheryl. They told her they sure appreciated the view. She just smiled and said thanks but is all you want to do is look? The guy who was the passenger (later found out his name was Dave) just leaned down reached in and took her right breast in his one hand and ran his other hand up her leg and rubbed her pussy. Cheryl spread her legs wider to let him get his hand in her panties. He very quick inserted two fingers in her and as horny as she now was started coming on his hand. I asked them if they wanted more of this action. They were all for it but we couldn't do this on a main highway. I asked them if they were from around here and do they know of a secluded place we could go to? They said in union "follow us." About a mile or so down the highways they turned off on a dirt road that led to a farmers hay field that was surrounded by bush. They turned into an approach and parked by some bush where you couldn’t be seen from the road.

I parked beside them and went around and helped Cheryl out of the car. The two guys immediately came over to her and had their hands all over. One stood behind her and put his arms around her and had one tit in each hand mauling her. The other stood in front and had her skirt pulled up his hands down her panties and again was fingering her. I took the liberty of undoing the side snap on her skirt and Dave moved his hands and let it drop to the ground. They moved her over to the back of the truck and let the back gate down. As Jerry (the driver's name I now knew) lifted her on to the gate Dave slid her panties off. By now she had also lost her blouse and bra and they were also lying on the ground.

I just stood back and watched with my cock now out and was stroking as Jerry cradled her in his crotch still hold her boobs and her legs right at the edge of the truck bed and Dave, who now had his pants around his feet and his cock out (I'm guessing 7.5" and thick) just moved in-between her legs and shoved it in. She was so wet that it went in easily and then the fucking began. Dave fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes before her started to cum in her. As he started to cum she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could. She took a big, big load I could tell. As soon as Dave pulled out Jerry was there waiting. Again he just rammed it in (another good size - maybe bigger than Dave) and started fucking her. He too took about ten or so minutes of hard fucking (these farm boys didn't fuck around) when I could see him start to tense up and soon he was cumin in her.