Knowing what a selfless person Leticia is and how she always put other people's needs before her own rarely doing anything for herself, I convinced her over time that she should do something really wild and crazy, as I saw it, for herself.  In fact, she  already had the money saved but was debating as to how to use it.  I told her that I knew if she didn't do this procedure, she would end up using it for other people, especially her selfish jackass husband who was always asking her for money.

Finally, she asked me to do the research as to what the exact cost was and to find a good plastic surgeon.  I gladly accepted the request!  Once I gave her the information, she made an appointment with the doctor I found for her.  Leticia at last decided to go ahead with the operation once the doctor explained what it would do for her figure.  Of course, I had already been telling her how beautiful and sexy she would be with her new look! 

Needless to say, her husband hit the roof!  He reluctantly agreed to drive her to the hospital a few weeks later on the day of the operation saying he couldn't stop her from doing what she was gonna do anyway.

The morning after the operation, I got a call from Leticia who was practically in tears.  Although the doctor said the procedure went well, she was experiencing severe soreness and swelling.  She went on to tell me how she wished I could be there to take care of her because her bastard husband was being so insensitive telling her she shouldn't have had her breasts done and not really doing anything to comfort her.  In fact, it was like that for close to a week.

Finally, I was able to meet up with Leticia and her daughter for an early dinner three days before her birthday and exactly one week after the operation.  When I first laid eyes on Leticia outside the restaurant, they practically popped out of my head!  The difference was obvious!  Of course, there was still some swelling but she told me that she was now a D-cup!  Wow!  Talk about instant hard-on!

The three of us had a great time at dinner and I asked her daughter what was planned for her birthday.  "Nothing." she said.  Her jackass stepfather, Leticia's husband, was too damn cheap to do anything for her.  Anytime he had two nickels, he usually bought beer for himself.  It was at that time I suggested to Leticia that she let me throw a party for her daughter.  I could rent a nice motel room with a swimming pool where she could invite a few friends from school and have pizza delivered as well as cake and ice cream and, of course, birthday presents.  They both loved the idea and agreed to let me make all the arrangements.

The afternoon before the party, I met Leticia at the motel where we checked in so we could decorate the room.  The whole time we we were hanging up streamers and balloons, I could hardly take my eyes off of Leticia's new breasts which were covered by a top that really clung to them.  She would catch me staring and acting annoyed would say, "Stop looking at me! You're making me nervous!"  I would just laugh a little and say "I'm sorry! I can't help it!  But you look really good!"  That made her blush a little.

After we finished decorating, we sat on the king-sized bed and looked around the room admiring the job we did.  I checked my watch and realized we both had a lot of time before we would be expected at home by our spouses.  Sheepishly, I said to Leticia, "Well, we've still got some time.  Enough so I can take a peek at those" referring to her breasts "and enough to go pick up a bite to eat!"  Surprised, she said "A peek? You want a peek?"

"Well yeah.." I said.  "You did promise to give me a peek at those once you had them done!"

Hesistantly she said "I don't know.  They're still swollen and you might freak."

"No I wouldn't!" I assured her.  "It'll be alright."

Without a word she quickly lifted and lowered her shirt.  All I caught was a glimpse of the sports bra she was required to wear while she was healing but I could see how big she was.

So I reached over and patted her hand.  "Come on now.  Let me see them."

Finally, she took her time lifting her shirt and this time unzipped the sports bra so I could see her breasts.  Again, my eyes damn near popped out of my head and I had an instant hard-on.  I tried not to make it so obvious though as I knew she was pretty self-conscious about the size because of the swelling.  But I didn't care!  Those were the sexiest breasts I had ever seen even if they were still swollen and had stitches!  Slowly, I reached over and very lightly touched and pressed one of her breasts.  I just had to know how they felt!  They were the firmest babies I had ever known!

The whole peek lasted about 15 seconds but at least I got it!  As she zipped her bra back up and lowered her shirt she teasingly said "Hey, all I said was that you could peek!  I never said you could touch!"  I laughed and said "Now how can I look and not touch?  I just had to!" 

"You pervert!" she said.

With that, we went to a nearby restaurant to pick up something to eat and brought it back to the motel room.  After we finished, we laid side-by-side on the bed and talked about the party the next day.  As we talked, I slowly turned to my side and gradually draped my arm across her stomach while she laid on her back.  Then I began to caress the side of her body being careful not to touch her tender breasts.  She moaned lightly and I could feel that she was starting to relax.  She then turned and looked into my eyes for a few moments giving me a long and loving gaze.  After a couple of minutes, she turned to look at her breasts and with both hands lifted up her shirt and unzipped her bra.  She then began to tell me how she was experiencing tenderness in some spots yet numbness in others.  I then began to carefully caress and massage her breasts making it a point to stop on certain spots and ask if she had any feeling there.  I loved it!  It was heaven touching those huge sexy breasts and drinking it all in with my eyes!  We did that for several minutes but I had hoped that would last for an eternity. 

Although I felt like we both wanted to make love at that moment, we both realized that it was getting late and our spouses would be calling soon because we weren't home yet.  I didn't worry too much about losing an opportunity because I felt maybe another would arise the next day.  So we got up and walked out to our vehicles together and agreed to meet at 11 a.m. the next morning.

That whole night, I could hardly stop thinking about my sweet Leticia and the vision of the those sexy new breasts!  I'm sure my wife could see how distracted I was!  It was hard to sleep that night because there was so much anticipation about the next day.  At last, the morning came and I sprang out of bed to pick up a few more items we needed for the party before going to the motel room.

I got to the room a little before 10 a.m. and waited anxiously for nearly an hour before finally getting a call on my cell phone from Leticia telling me that she and her daughter were picking up one more of her friends and then they would be headed to the motel.

As Leticia, her daughter, and her daughter's two friends arrived at the door of the room, I took a look at what she was wearing.  She had on a long beige skirt that I bought her, sandals, and a top that clung to her a little but wasn't especially sexy.  That would change soon enough though!

Not long after Leticia and the girls got there, the pizza arrived and we all ate, laughed and sang "Happy Birthday" to her daughter.  After that, she opened the gifts I bought her. The girls were pretty anxious to get in the pool so everything went pretty quickly.  In fact, they changed into their swimsuits as soon as they got to the room.

Once the girls departed for the pool and I peeked out the window of the room from the second floor to see if they were safe, I pulled out a little gift for Leticia.  Surprised, she asked me what they were.  "Only one way to find out!" I answered.  She opened the gift bag and pulled out several sexy tank tops that would flatter her new figure.  She loved them and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips and thanked me for them. 

"Try one on!" I said, handing her the red one that was my favorite.

"Okay" she said grabbing it from my hand and heading towards the bathroom.

I was a little irritated that she didn't change in front of me but that irritation soon turned to utter lust as she emerged from the bathroom wearing that red tank top!  She looked so good in red and the material clung to her breasts like a second skin!  As she looked at herself in the wall mirror, I got a look at her profile for the first time.  Oh how sexy she looked from that angle!  Those big firm breasts attached to that long lean body!  My God, she was beautiful!  And I kept telling her so.  She finally had to tell me to stop because I was embarassing her.

As the day wore on, Leticia and I stayed cooped up in that cozy little room talking and drinking wine while the girls spent hour after hour frolicking in the pool.  I did manage to get a few more little peeks at those breasts!

Finally, the girls tired and came back up to the room to rest.  By now, the wine really started to take effect on us.  As the girls laid on the bed watching TV and talking, Leticia sat on the bed with one leg up on it and one leg hanging off the side.  I sat in a chair right next to her.  I started to run my hand up and down her ankle and her knee out of sight of the girls. Leticia let out soft moans which told me she was enjoying it. 

After a while, Leticia suggested to her daughter and her friends that they take some of the helium balloons that were in the room outside to release them as a "birthday tradition".  She also suggested to them that they take one last swim as the afternoon was almost over and it would be time to leave soon.  With that, the girls headed out to do so.  As they ran outside, Leticia and I waited by the window and watched for them to emerge in the parking lot to release the balloons.  We laughed as the girls let go and watched the balloons float over the highway. 

As Leticia stood in front of me at the window with her back to me she said "Thank you for today.  You made my daughter very happy." 

"Well you only turn 13 once" I responded.  "I was glad to do it."

As I said that, Leticia inched her way back toward me as a way of hinting for me to put my arms around her.  I hugged her from behind placing my hands on her stomach and caressing her as we stood in the window.  She leaned her head back and rested it on my upper chest.  The scent of her hair was heavenly and I loved holding her like that while she stroked my arms.  After a couple of minutes, she turned around and asked me what time it was.

"It's 6:30" I said softly.

"You have 30 minutes then", she said knowing I had told my wife I would be home soon after 7:00.

With that, I took her by the hand back over to the bed and stood her in front of me while I sat on the edge.  I hugged her at the waist while gently placing my face between her breasts while she stroked my head.  We both moaned as we caressed each other gently and lovingly.

Knowing we didn't have much time and that the girls might come running back up to the room any minute, I pulled Leticia down on the bed next to me so I could make my move.  We began kissing each other deeply and passionately.  "You better check if the girls are in the pool" she said.

"Okay" I said hurriedly getting up and running over to the window.  Much to my delight, the girls had indeed gotten back in the pool and were busy talking amongst themselves.  Back I went to the bed next to Leticia and picked up where we left off.  As we continued kissing, I took off my socks and shoes.  Slowly, I began to work on removing Leticia's clothes.  The first thing I removed was that sexy tank top.  Then I unzipped her skirt.  Next, was her bra.  At this point, I worked on her breasts kneading them gently and kissing them.  I lightly sucked those delicious hard nipples all the while trying to keep in mind that this probably hurt her a little because of the soreness from the operation she had only 10 days before.

Still, she loved this and her moans of pleasure told me so.  Eventually, I kissed my way down her body until I reached the top of the white lacy panties she was wearing.  I pulled at the waistband while kissing her hips which drove her crazy.  Finally, I slipped her panties all the way off revealing her trim little pussy.  I spread her legs and lowered my face between and kissed the insides of her thighs.  I started eating that sweet little pussy while her trim pussy hairs bristled my nose.  She bucked her hips up gently as I licked her into ecstacy.

At last I removed the rest of my clothes and as I removed my underwear, out popped my rock-hard cock.  I pulled myself up to position myself between those long slender legs and touched the head of my cock against her wet pussy.  She then reached down and took hold of my dick and guided it into her as I pushed gently.  As she let go, I pushed in quickly and so easily!  As I fucked that tight little pussy I watched as her big breasts jiggled like crazy.  The sight of that made me even harder!  Again, I nuzzled those melons and squeezed and sucked on them but probably just a little harder than I should have. 

Eventually, I could feel myself getting ready to erupt like a volcano.  As I got closer, I could feel Leticia's breathing getting faster and she started to moan more intensely.  She was also getting close to orgasm.  Within a few seconds, we both exploded wildly until we both almost lost consciousness. 

As we were both coming down, a thought crossed my mind. "What an asshole her husband is!"  I was certain she had not been with him sexually since having the augmentation done because of his insensitivity while she was recovering.  I was the one who had those big fake breasts first!  Me!  And no one could ever take that away from me!

Moral of the story:  A little sensitivity goes a long way!   

        

 

I mean, I have a good life. After husband and children were off to work and school, I had a whole day to myself-my duties, that is. Picking-up (the one things husbands and children were brain-dead about) and washing/ironing and cleaning and dishes and dinner-plans and that, without clever planning, took the whole day, day after day after day. But I needed the detached reflection a diary might give and it might be entertaining. Where to begin...

Day One: Dear Diary-

Again... Dear Diary- I'm Marvene; I'm 36 years old; I'm an ordinary hard-working and much bored housewife in the usual housewife rut and with your help, maybe I can get out of the humdrum and have a little excitement telling you of my days and my story to this date even though I'm not that old and from day to day when something happens.

This one was like the other days. About a pat on my butt and an observation as husband left the family nest for another day which he surely thought was dull; but he was out driving to the office and selecting a place for lunch. Even if he went to the same place he COULD go somewhere else anytime he wanted or take a bag lunch-yuck. But I mean he had lots of choices. I didn't.

And he could go somewhere after work if he wanted and blame it on a traffic janL..I didn't know if he did but he COULD. And what could I do, in home, cleaning, washing and the rest. Those were the choices for me-An American Housewife!

I looked into our back yard. The dog was resting under the tree. Smart to stay in the shade and while I was sweating inside already so I took off my housecoat. There was no one around to see anyway. We American Housewives tend to relax a little in our domain and to get creative. After all-housewife-wife to the house-married to the house is more like it ... if we weren't innovative what were we.

Today, Diary-

I went to my room and got ready for my shower. The water was good and cooled me down but when I got out I was like radiating all over from the water. I put on my light dress and went back to my magazine and the end of the exercise video-bend down, touch your toes-I tried it and it made the backs of my legs sore but I touched my toes. The dog was watching and stopped licking as I went up and down, giving him a free show up naked my legs and bottom.

Funny, dog,s eyes. I don't know if they see things but they look like they do. He licked his lips as he watched and I felt funny and stopped and sat on the couch with my magazine. It was a story about a secretary that I was reading. She was a non-housewife-type of girl and thought she was a hot thing. I used to think of myself as hot and then got married.

I read the story and started fantasizing about the girl in the story, which is what we readers are supposed to do but the story was doing it to me and I finally put it down feeling funny reading it and getting hot about some fiction of a girl at the office crossing her legs and

making the guy look at her from across the room and checking her legs and the crack between and he came over and said something to her that made her blush. Then I started to blush but it was from my imagination and my hands feeling along my dress.

The guy in the story met the secretary after work and they had a drink across the street and she said she had a crush on him and he felt uneasy because he was married but wanted her-on him and she wanted him-in her and the drinks took away their resistance. They arranged to meet later and set up a fake doctor's appointment on the same days and went to a hotel ... and .. well... you know the rest, diary. That's where the story ended but it left me up in the air and feeling my dress.

 

I raised my dress and felt all over my naked legs. I went into my bedroom and found my vibrator, in the bottom drawer, at the back and under the sheets where no one but me would look and went back to the couch. The dog was watching me, licking himself with his long, long tongue.

I laid my head back and continued feeling over my legs and my crack and dipped a figure inside, just checking, diary, but I knew what I would find. It felt good there and I had all day if I wanted to wait that long which I didn't! It was quiet, except for the TV and I switched it to Mute and listened to some birds in the garden and felt myself all over and back and forth. I was being patient. I knew what I was doing and opened my eyes to watch the dog, with eager eyes, looking at me and he seemed curious as to my movements, which were getting faster and making me start to twitch. This is when I started to hope there would be no interruptions and no telephone ringing and that I could just feel and bring myself to the edge.

Day/Night 2 Diary!:Ilm

His name was Barry and he and his wife were our own age and had been to our house for barbecues several times and we had visited them also. We were friends but not close and I had fantasized about him because he seemed so strong. When he handed me the saw I noticed for the first time how big were his hands and started thinking about that old wife's tale-you know about the large size of a man's dick if he had large hands. It made me go wet all of a sudden and I had to sit down and say: @Help yourself."

I knew my face was even redder than it had been. @It's hot outside." I was making light conversation but I felt very vulnerable with him standing there at the refrigerator, his back turned, and I could watch him move without getting caught. But he caught me looking and smiled. @It's hotter in here than it is outside." It was a tone of voice he had that made me wonder if he guessed what I was feeling and then we walked into the living room.

Now I was mortified. There on our couch was my vibrator and it was plugged in, too! Maybe he wouldn't notice but of course, he did notice and smiled at me with a knowing look and sat on the couch. I sat so the vibrator was at least on the other side of me from where he sat.

@My wife thinks that's the greatest invention of all time-better than a hair dryer!" I didn't-couldn't-say anything. 'Is that why your cheeks are red? Now I know what housewives do in the morning while we men are at work." He wasn't being mean, and said it in a light tone.

'Well, now you know,' I said, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Can I watch you use it?" ..."I think I'd better get dressed and do my shopping as soon as you're finished with your drink.' He took me by the wrist, '6Can't shopping wait for a minute?" I just sat there. *Come on, I won't do anything, just watch. I've always wondered if you were as hot as you look. My wife and I even talked about how pretty you are. She thinks you have a great figure. But you know what they say-good on the looks and cool inside.' He reached across me and grabbed the vibrator. "My wife likes it when I watch her use it and she wouldn't mind at all. She would probably even be jealous if she knewwhich she won't." I felt strange with this good-looking man holding my wrist and holding my vibrator and then he turned it on and I thought, dear diary, '6Why not? But just for a minute and then he would have to leave."

I took hold of it. "Let me switch it on for you." It began to hum and I could feel the sound, if that's possible, all through me. I was still hot and getting

hotter, just with the thought of what was happening at that moment. I lifted my dress and put it underneath so he could hear it and see my movements but couldn't actually see me. That was as much as I was willing to do and just for a minute or two but then he kissed me and I put it right between my legs and spread them a little so it was on me and intense and I couldn't help myself and kissed him back and felt him lifting my dress to my waist and he could see I was naked and maybe even see I was really wet and I let myself go and enjoyed it. I was so embarrassed and that made me even more hot and then he put his hands on me and spread me open all the time he was kissing me and I was kissing back in earnest and then I couldn't even kiss him and was breathing air into my mouth. I was some other place, in outer space and climbing my mountain and my hips lifted to that vibrator and I felt his hand go under me and his skin was warm on mine and I was so hot, hot!

He played with me and whispered in my ear how wet I was and he liked that a lot and I was limp and resting and cool between my legs and just lying there. He didn't try anything else but I wanted to see and feel his cock in my hands and inside me and was afraid to say anything. I just couldn't. I was exhausted and how could I look at his wife at our next barbecue. I just laid there with my eyes closed, naked from the waist down and relaxed, very relaxed and noticed how quiet it was when he kissed me and quietly closed the door on his way out.

So now you know why I missed writing the rest of the story until just now and it made me hot just telling you what happened. So I'll close for now and will write again soon, about less exciting things probably, but you never know.

Diary 3:

 

I had gotten mine when my shoulders were very sore and at the same time I was in the appliance section of our department store. The pictures on the box showed a woman using it on her back and so I got it. It was cheap. One of the best buys in my life! When I got it home, I put it on my back and shoulders and it was relaxing but not any more than a hot shower. It laid in the drawer for more than a year when one of my magazine stories had a character who was laughing about vibrators when the other character in the story mentioned them as being as good as a man but you didn't have to wash and cook for it. It got me to thinking.

Of course, I'd heard giggles about '6sex toys" but that was girl giggles and nonsense. Then the story and the giggles I remembered and I said to myself-when I have a private moment I might just give it a try.

Then I got busy on a school project for my daughter-we were building a kind of toy box for the kindergarten kids at a day care center and we were driving to get wood and nails and cutting the pieces and making a real toy box, painting it and it took all my spare time. That project was finished and I had more time to myself during the day.

I wanted to be sure to have some time alone and planned ahead, doing all my washing and cleaning on Monday, Tuesday was My day. The children and husband all out of the house, a little coffee and the early morning news and then I was in for a shower and my lightest housecoat. Back to the kitchen and even a glass of white wine, some music and a quiet mood. I sat and watched outside as a bird flew into the tree and our dog rested in the shade. I had another swallow and began to relax. I wondered if I was being silly, having time alone but I needed this. Finally, I got up and went into the closet-which is where I had tossed the vibrator. It wasn't until later that I felt like hiding it in the drawer.

It had different little knobs and I put on the simplest one, shaped like a thumb, and returned to the living room couch. I had another swallow of wine and started to feel mellow, laying my head back and stretching my legs. My housecoat fell open and I touched my thighs with both hands. They were cool and smooth and my hands made me tingle at my crotch. Maybe I'd just forget my new toy and feel myself and make myself come on my fingers like I always had. I was already a little wet and my finger slipped along my lips easily. I loosened my housecoat some

more and started that nice motion along my lips, fingers spreading, finger dipping and slipping and feeling myself up and I almost lost myself and stopped to have more wine and sat up. I had my plan and I was going to do it.

It's strange, Diary, but I felt guilty or naughty or something like, "I shouldn't be doing this. Doing what? It's my body and I'm just dealing with boredom. Right?" But I was afraid of getting caught. All of it made it more exciting, I guess but I hesitated before switching it on.

It felt good in my hand but I went right to work on myself. That thumb made my skin tingle wherever I put it along my thighs. I closed my eyes and listened to the humming and moved it up and down and all over and just enjoyed the sensations. I moved it through my hairs and along each side and down and back up. My body started responding on its own and I didn't really think what I was doing after awhile as it moved along the lines of my flesh, down one side and the other and then, between and along my lips. I put one hand holding myself open and

with the other worked myself. My feelings told it where to stop but I took it away in a didn't want this to be over quickly, slowly, playing, in hand down to pull the vibrator over move and, eventually few seconds. I

week for this time and wanted it to last but then I put it back there where I wanted, needed, it, to...... beeee. And, Oh! Was it wonderful right there. It made my hips move and I could feel my lips embrace the thumb and quiver and respond. I knew I was really, really wet and it felt so good, like nothing I had ever felt. Then I had to rest and turned it off and lay there breathing hard, my head light with the wine and how intense I had felt.

Diary 4:

This was a day for my reawakening. I felt better about myself in some way because of my experience. I'd never do anything like that but it happened and opened my feelings about myself. Up to that time I was a homebody, a housewife doing house things-washing, cleaning, cooking, and things like that and I was definitely loyal to my family and my husband; had missionary style sex, in bed, at night, at the appointed hour, didn't give blow-jobs, didn't play golf, didn't watch sports. I was about as ordinary a bored housewife as there was. So by accident Barry had

opened me up-in a way taken away another layer of virginity and I felt a new sense of freedom or abandon; I felt empowered to act against boredom with my mind and body. I still went quickly back inside when I got a glimpse of Barry but determined to be out.

I was wearing my new dress, with a bright blue and yellow pattern; with my hair up and my gold neck chain. I looked cool, or so I thought. I walked to our market to do a little shopping and just get out for the first time since my 'visitor.' I felt self-conscious even days later and one or two men seemed to look at me at the market. Goodlooking men with good hands! I leaned over to pick some vegetables from the back and could see they were looking at my legs-one of best features. My dress was a length where inquiring eyes got a good idea of my shape when I leaned out. I didn't wear stockings-not for a trip to the market in mid-day and only thin cotton panties meant they could enjoy the body movement in each of my steps as I went further down the aisle.

 

I wasn't feeling housewife-ish just then and more the "wanton woman" but I felt a sense of release from boredom and I liked that. That was what it was all about at least for a few hours of the day before I returned to my usual duties. I wondered what would be the next bit of exploration for my liberation.

Dear Diary-

'I thought a lot about knocking but couldn't help it.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well don't stand out there in the sun," I said. He came in. 'Would you like something ... to drink, I mean." We both laughed. I mean, I think I knew what he wanted but couldn't say and he felt exactly the same: ME, MY BODY AND ME! Or was it HIM, HIS BODY AND HIM? I got him a beer and poured myself some wine. No one would be home for hours, yet. I had the air-conditioning on and it was cool inside. The sound of the air-conditioner shut out the other noises from the street and made it private for us for whatever we wanted to make of privacy.

"You know I've been married over five years. We have a good marriage." I nodded. "But not exciting ... I mean...we love each other an all but it's a kiss at the door and

smile at dinner and a hug in bed and sleep and then we're off to work and another kiss, smile and hug. Not exciting but happy."

I nodded: "Me, too." We sipped our drinks and walked into the living room. (the vibrator was gone, of course, but its memory lingered in both our minds) 'Nothing happened, right?" I think that was true so why did his saying that make me hot? I guess I'd been hot, off and on, for no particular reason, almost all the time since that day.

" I love my husband, too," I said, "He's good to me but we do the same kiss, smile and hug, a lot."

'Have you had a nice day? It's been hot and business is slow so I took the afternoon off but I had something else in mind, obviously. I don't have to be home for

hours."

"Can I fix you a sandwich?" I went into the kitchen to cool off. He followed me and I got out some bread and cheeses and handed Barry another beer. I shouldn't have. I should have asked him to leave. I should have not let him in the first place. I shouldn't but I did and he came up from behind and hugged me and I leaned against him and he pressed his hands around my front and I spread my legs as he cupped his fingers into me. I was wet and I knew he felt it. I held on to the counter as he pulled me back, lifting my dress and pulling off my panties. Maybe it was the wine, maybe I had thought about this and imagined it and didn't know how I would react and I just let him, let him make me naked, let him feel me all over and let him put his finger inside me and then two fingers and I leaned over as he pulled out and I heard his zipper and felt his flesh against me.

I reached under and felt his long cock and balls and stroked him to my lips, just parting them. Holding the kitchen counter, I waited, it seemed a long wait, I was very hot and my lips were around the tip of him. He slid into me easily and very deeply. Then I could feel his balls pressing against me and I lifted myself on him as he hit against me, again and then again and I was lost in my own kitchen with the air-conditioning fan and the quiet of his thrusting and bringing me against his long cock until my knees went weak and he held me up, my weak legs held around his thighs as he pressed me against the counter and I felt I was completely naked, open and filled with him and wet down my thighs and breathless as his movements slowed and I knew he had come, too, and was slowing and cooling and slipping out of me. He kissed my neck and smiled and hugged. This was different, this was exciting. Beautiful the way our bodies were in unison of movement and coming together with more hugs and

kisses and breathings and then, he was gone and I had to hurry and clean up and get rid of the beer cans and drink the wine I had left in the glass.

And I had to go sit on the couch and wonder what further liberations were in store for me. I felt ready for the next episode and turned on the TV to cool down, picked up that old magazine and looked at some of the other stories. If they only knew of my story! It was too hot to read the mag. My dog sat there, licking and looking at me. He seemed to know. I sat and just turned the pages and cooled off.

school nurse. Not to mention the "loads and loads of homework" which meant to their rooms and time for me to start dinner, which I did, still in a glow from my 'dull' day.

'Hi! Honey!" and a smile, kiss and hug and back to the salad makings. Then dinner and 'How was work?" 'Okay" and 'How was your day?" 'Okay..." and then television and bed and a smile/hug/kiss and I lay there thinking, dreaming, getting a little wet and turning over so I would not get an errant squeeze and questions ... How would I explain that? I blushed under the sheets and got more wet and a little scared from my exciting day. I decided to put a stop to it. It was wrong. I should be a 'good little housewife" but I felt very naughty and excited. You know, diary. Maybe there were more diaries before therapy was popular. A diary was an understanding friend; and would never tell the secrets but I got hot even just writing to my diary.

To be honest, Barry's cock was very hard and long and made me come extra good. Knowing it was wrong and a secret made me come even more intensely. And I wanted him again. So much for my promises but I had to wait. Maybe he wouldn't visit me when I was alone and I'd have to settle for having my dreams. I heard my husband, next to me, in his deep, 'I'm asleep" breathing and put my hands down to feel myself. I wanted to come again right there with him asleep beside me but I didn't dare!

Next morning when I awoke, my hands were still holding myself, and what dreams I had, of many things and boys and girls and ... I better not say what else. I had to get up and help everyone else off to their day and I couldn't put off vacuuming another day so they were off-smiling, kissing, hugging, and I was doing my obedient housewifery things.

There weren't that many clothes, ironing and dishes and I finished early and took a nap. I needed a rest what with all my nocturnal dreaming which had tired me out. The pillow felt soft and I was soon drifting off. I couldn't keep him out of mind, Barry, and couldn't keep my hands away from myself and then my fingers were at work again.

I saw us, in the kitchen, like it wasn't me. It was me as a third person and watching. And I watched as he put his arms at my waist, lifted my dress, felt all my wet flesh...

And then, I remembered, it was a long time ago when I didn't understand things as well. I had been on my way home from school and full of the usual stories, waiting to tell of the vice-principal and the school nurse and that sort of thing when one of the boys, Steve, came up and started walking along with me. He asked if was going to the school dance and asked me to go with him. It wasn't my first date, that was too scary to enjoy with all the fussing at home and the new dress and shoes and not knowing what to say on a date and whether he would try to kiss mehe did but I didn't kiss back.

This would be the first real dance where I felt comfortable except, until he asked, I had no one to go with. So now I was going, with him, and he was cute and I was looking forward to this one. He asked if we could walk down by the river bank near our home so I went with him. He said we should get to know each other a little before the dance and then we could enjoy it more-it seemed okay to me at the time.

We walked through some of the bushes and bent down to get under some of the brush to where the water came up close to where we were walking. 'Let's sit down for a little." I did. I was a warm day and we both wore lightweight clothing. Steve took hold of my hand when we sat down. 'I've been wanting to ask you to the dance for a long time but I was afraid you would say 'No.' I'm glad someone else didn't ask because you're the cutest girl in class." I wondered if I should believe him but it seemed okay. I was cute and had a pretty body that was filling

out as nice as some of the girls and better than most. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

We sat on the grass by the bank and listened to the trees rustling in the wind. @How many dances have you been to?" he asked. "Last year I went to my first dance and this is the second. I was real nervous the first time. I didn't know what I should wear and what he would do. I mean I went with David." 'I know Dave. He's okay."

'I like him but not that way, I mean, well you know."

Steve nodded and leaned back on the grass, still holding my hand. I sort of felt like lying back with him but didn't. Then I did and looked up at the sky and the clouds. Steve said: 'Could you ever like me, that way?" said I didn't know. He said, *Would you try, at least until after we go to the dance." I looked at him and he smiled and gave me a hug. 'You're really nice." I blushed, I think, and he squeezed my hand and reached to kiss me. I pulled back. I wasn't ready for that and didn't know what would happen next but he held me to his face and kissed me. His lips were nice and I was wrong, I know, but I kissed him back and then he kissed me again and we kissed and kissed for a long time by the river bank and I couldn't hear any wind in the trees and could only feel his lips. He put his tongue in my mouth and I started to sit up but he pulled me back and then I opened my mouth to him. It felt crazy having his tongue slipping in my mouth and he licked my lips then and I felt my body start to tingle.

I put my tongue around his and he held me tight and I got scared and sat up and said 'I've got to go. I'll see you in school tomorrow." And straightened my hair and dress and bent over for my books and walked or almost ran home and went straight to my room when I got home. All my feelings were new to me and I felt uncomfortable and maybe wouldn't go to the dance with Steve. He might try something again. And, too, I felt cool between my legs and looked at myself and put my fingers there and was slippery wet. It felt good when I touched myself so I stopped and started doing my homework. I couldn't pay attention to my work but kept at it and finally got it done but the teacher said I must have been daydreaming and made me do it over!

But about the dance. I saw Steve at school the next day even I did try to avoid him a little and we came to face during lunch break. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it," he said. 'You kiss good." I just looked down and felt that feeling again. 'You want to eat together?' So we walked to one of the benches and had our

lunch. "You're not mad, are you?" "Just eat your lunch, Steve!" I said it in a tone of voice that let him know how I felt-if confused is the word for how I felt or maybe a little scared but excited, you know Diary. I didn't know what it was then but he was the first boy that made me feel excited when I was near him, or even thinking about him.

I'm glad I saw Steve the very next day even if I didn't look him in the face. I felt nervous around him but it was a good nervous. My Mom and I went shopping after school and I got a nice dress for the dance and shoes. So I was going after all. We got home and it was dinner and homework but I couldn't concentrate. All I saw was Steve and his mouth and lips and could almost feel his hands holding me and the warmth of his body and it was hard to do homework when all that was happening.

Then I took a shower and got in bed and looked at the ceiling for a long time and saw Steve and his face and body and hands holding me and his mouth on mine and licked inside my mouth and kind of pretended it was him and promised I wouldn't let him do that because I knew it was dirty and wrong and I was being bad to let him or want him and I wouldn't anymore. I promised myself do any of that again. I was too young and he was being forward and assuming a lot about me and he was very much wrong about me. I didn't want to be "that kind" of girl whether it was exciting or not.

I kept looking at the ceiling. My nightie was very silky and I started touching it and watching Steve. He was cute and his lips were soft on mine and I outlined the shape of my body under the nightie. I had a nice shape and it relaxed me, feeling over my skin. I closed my eyes but he was till there and I imagined he was naked.

I'd never seen a boy naked but I'd seen statues and knew what they looked like except this particular naked boy was Steve! and he was kissing me and making my body feel good. It was okay to do this in my own room. The door was closed and the light out and it was just a dream.

I reached out to him and he took a step and held me. His skin was against me and his hands were all over and lifting my clothing, feeling me and licking my lips. I felt my fingers on my skin and I was slippery again and it was exciting to touch and feel myself. I looked to be sure my door was shut and lifted my leg and put my finger inside and stroked my body and was very wet and turned on my side, leaving my hand there and went to sleep feeling very warm.

Well, Diary, I'm telling you more about what happened years ago to this American Housewife. I hope you don't

mind. I had some good times in school before I started being bored and dull and I like telling you so...

Finally we got to the day of the dance. I lost my appetite. Steve seemed so relaxed at school but all the other girls and I could talk about was getting ready for the dance and what we were all wearing and we decided we wouldn't get there on time, we would be nonchalant and arrive a little later. At least that's what we said. What we did, what I did, was different than planned. In fact, I almost didn't get to the dance at all!

Steve picked me up on time and there was all the fussing to get ready and to meet my parents and to say 'Don't be home too late.' And all that and then we were off. I could see he had washed his car and waxed it. I sat next to the door. He looked at me when he closed the door and smiled and got in and we drove off. "You don't want to get there when it starts, do you?" He was reading my mind. 'Come on, sit over here, next to me." I slid over and was right next to him. I could feel his warmth through my dress. Then he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. "I know a good place we can go and just sit in the car and talk and then we can go to the dance and be a little late." "Okay." I didn't know what was going to happen but it was a good idea to be a little late. It was like telling everyone we had been to lots and lots of dances and didn't need to be on time as there would be plenty of time at the dance even if we weren't the first ones there.

So Steve and I drove along and then we turned off and down a road and were beside the river again. Near where we had been before when he was putting his tongue in my mouth! Except this time we were in his car and kind of private.

Now was the time for me to remember my promise to myself. When I sat close to him it was hard to keep thinking my clean thoughts so I didn't sit as close as I might. But then he put his arm around me and it felt warm and I couldn't help but cuddle a little and feel good about being there and it was pretty, the river, the trees, the car, his arm and leg against me.

'I know we shouldn't but I like you and you're pretty." And I began to weaken. He kissed my neck and ear and breathed on me and turned my face to his. "I love you." I'd never heard anyone say that to me-not from a boy to me! Then he kissed me and I couldn't do anything about it and kissed him and then our tongues were touching and I felt I was getting slippery wet again and didn't know what to do and then sat up again and moved near my door. This was too much for me. The trouble was I liked it and liked him and liked the kissing and getting wet was wonderful and meant I was growing up with strong feelings. I bet the other girls didn't know anything

about feeling like that and I felt proud of myself even if I'd broken my promise so quickly and then he took my hand and I slid right back and we were kissing and kissing and he was breathing on me.

I realized I was breathing hard and my chest was heaving up and down and he kissed my neck and ears and tried to kiss outside my breasts and unbuttoned me and moved my breast to his mouth and all I could do was lean back and let him and enjoy it and worry about what he might do next and I let him feel both my breasts. His kissing was so good. He kissed my mouth and told me my nipples were hard. They were very sensitive and I didn't want him to stop but he had to stop and I pushed his face away and told him 'No." and said 'No' again and he kept kissing me just the same as I squirmed on the seat and then he pushed me down.

I really said 'No!" then but his hands were on me and were I was making them slippery and moving my bottom the more slippery I got. I lost track of where he was or his mouth or hands and pushed at his head with both his hands and felt his stiff cock on my hand and it was wet too and then ... he hurt ... bad but it was too late and it was my fault because I lifted myself up just as he plunged into me but it hurt and I grabbed him around the waist and pushed at him and held him and pushed him away and then just held and hoped he wouldn't leave me he was too deep inside to leave and it was hot and wet and good and I held him to me to try to get him to stop moving inside. It felt too good and I couldn't stand it anymore and had to rest a little.

I was sweating and hurting and feeling hot all at the same time and

We were late to the dance because we had to clean up and cool down and tell each other we were in love and all that. That was the dance I remember most. I don't remember dancing or much else except someone spiked the punch and that bowl was empty before anyone knew. I was sore for a few days and Steve and his family moved to Chicago the next month so we wrote and made promises we couldn't keep but I thought about him a lot for a long time until I met someone else. I had to pretend with him that I didn't know about things and all but we never got serious or into feelings and then were other boys, some who made me horny and some who had bad breath and some who were just fools. I never got to know Steve very well after that night and I wondered what might have happened to us if he hadn't moved.

 

For awhile, everyone I dated had to be compared to Steve and since he had been a surprise and beautiful the other guys weren't surprising even though a few were cute. It was the same old "You're beautiful" and then hands on your breasts and under your dress without any surprises at all and some were more exciting than others but there was Steve and whatever was in second or third place and then I went on a sexual fast. I was tired of all the boys wanting me for sex and I got serious in my studies and didn't go 'parking' anymore.

Maybe I needed a rest. I don't know. But I needed some perspective which I got but I sure felt horny in the meantime and would get wet just looking at some fine guy and when they looked back I had to keep my promises and get back to studying.

After I graduated it was different, looking for a job and meeting different people; listening to the girl talk and getting old enough to drink and go to bars where people hung around and told lies about each other. Mainly the guys told lies: About how pretty I was or I had a good figure when what they really meant was AI want to feel you and have sex"-not necessarily in that order.

It was the first time I really heard girls talk unendingly about themselves and their 'boyfriends" and even some about girlfriends. One or two of the girls admitting have sex with girls as well as with boys. It was amazing to me because I'd heard about it but not from soneone who had actually done it and I wondered if they were just lying to make themselves seem adventurous or important or to shock some of us.

I worked with one of the girls, Harriet, and she told some really wild stories one night so the next day I got brave. 'Harriet, some of things you told us last night were incredible. Were you just joking with us or what?' "I wasn't joking, Marvene, and I didn't believe what I had done either. Maybe I had too much to drink. But then the next day I realized how good it was so I saw her again and did it a second time. What do they say: Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Harriet and I talked a lot after that and became friends. She did most of the talking and I listened a lot. I invited her to my apartment for dinner one night and we had a bottle of wine and an Irish coffee and another one after that and all the time Harriet we telling me her 'sex chronicles,' including about the time she was with another girl, at her apartment, having dinner and wine and getting sexy with her in an accidental way and Harriet reached and took my hand and put it on her breast. I laughed. I was nervous ... and felt her breast. She lifted her sweater, no bra, and put my hand on her skin. I was still nervous but her breast was soft and her nipple was suddenly hard. "Kiss my nipple, Marvene," as she took my head and put it on her and I couldn't believe myself but I was kissing her breast and licking her nipple just like Steve had kissed mine. I knew how good it felt when done a certain way and that's what I did to Harriet as she stroked my hair and cuddled my ears, now, with both her hands and said how good it felt and I started to relax and get into it with a girl for the first time!

 

I was so surprised at myself and how making her nipple hard with my tongue was exciting me too. Then I wanted to tell her to stop feeling my ears and neck and was going to and started thinking that was the way Steve had licked my breasts and he must have enjoyed it, too, because I was enjoying it and it was a role reversal then with me being like a guy, the other side of the coin. And then I kissed her other breast after she removed her sweater and leaned back and held me too her and told me it felt good and y mouth was soft and I heard my words to Steve before the dance and I had said things like that and it made him lick me more like I was licking Harriet's breasts and feeling and holding them to my mouth and I didn't want her encouragement any longer and then she put my hand under her dress and up her legs and I could feel how wet she was and the I really wanted this and to make her come and have her under my control and make her squirm.

She was already squirming as I licked and slid down further and spread her legs completely open. "Kiss me there!" Which is what I wanted to do anyway and to taste a woman and lick her spend and feel it on my face and I found her clit which was hard and felt her hands on my face, spreading her lips open to my tongue. It didn't take long for Harriet to start moving her hips and get desperate and out of breath and she started telling me how good I was and how hot she was and clutched me to her and held tight and almost smothered me. When I came up for air she said: "That was good; that was the best!" And it made me feel good inside and then I realized I was very wet and hot too. It wasn't just Harriet so I was embarrassed at breathing hard. 'your face is red Marvene. Are you as hot as you look. Sit up here and let's see."

Then it was her turn to take charge. I couldn't even get my clothes off before she was under my dress with her hands and mouth and I guess I was coming so quick I couldn't believe it and she knew just where to touch and I saw Steve again and wished Harriet had a long stiff cock but this was the next best things and I smothered her what with wrapping my legs around her delicious tongue and face.

After that we just lay there and held each other. Later I made some coffee without liquor. We had had enough excitement.

My phone rang and I recognized their home number.  “Hey it’s Monica, you buys?”  Of course I lied and said no.  “Ray is gone this week and I’m moving some furniture around the house so I can paint, do you think you could maybe swing by here on your way home and move a few things for me?  I’m trying to surprise him and have this done before he gets home.”  “Sure, I’m actually in the area now if you’d like I can just come do it now.”  She agreed and I headed that way.  I really had no ill intensions other than imagining what I wish would happen.  When I got there, she was in a loose tank top and cotton shorts, hair pulled back, no make up but still looked amazing.  “Thanks for doing this,” she said as I came inside.  “You bet, anything you need,” as I walked inside.  Over the next hour I moved a few things and we chatted about random things.  The subject came up about Ray always being gone and how she missed the time with him.  From there the subject turned into how much she relied on him, not ever having much “life experience” outside of him, she really needed a man around to help her.  I told her that I could be her replacement handy man when he was gone.  She joked that at times she needed a replacement husband, then followed that with saying she was kidding.  I returned the joke with, “well as long as it’s between us, I’ll take care of you in anyway that you need when he’s gone.”  The mood got briefly quiet b/c we both realized the line that was just crossed.  Silently I stood there and regretted what I said b/c I was afraid I offended her.  However to my surprise, Monica replied, “yeah but you don’t need me, that’s the problem, you have a hot wife to take care of so you have no need for me.”  The way she said it told me that she seriously thought about it so I felt ballsy enough to throw it all out there.  “Monica, I do have a wife to take care of, you’re right, but how in the hell could I ever not help you out with anything that you needed.”  She replied, “yeah, but the need I have is something only my husband can provide.”  I asked, “what is that need, are you sure I can’t help?”  She told me, “you’re married to my best friend, what I need can’t come from you, I’ll just learn to live with it.”  “Learn to live with what Monica,” I said as I stepped closer to her to let her know I was all ears.  With tears in her eyes, “Ray and I have sex one time a month, that’s it!  He’s always gone or tired, the truth is I don’t think he’s attracted to me b/c I’m too innocent for him.  Our sex is boring b/c he thinks that’s all I’m willing to do is missionary boring sex in the dark.  He doesn’t even try to teach me anything new, how would he ever know what I’m willing to try if he doesn’t teach me?”  She hung her head, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying this to you, maybe you should leave.”  Monica, you are an amazing woman, he’s an ass for not paying more attention to you, I don’t know what he’s thinking.  I know I can’t ever take my eyes off of you.”  She looked up at me, “I’m serious, you are beautiful, I’m always afraid you’re catching me checking you out when we’re together.”  She said, “I’m flattered, do you mean it?”  I explained that she had no idea how much I check her out and she didn’t believe me, she wanted examples and details.  I gave her brief ones but she accused me of making those up on the spot.  I was a little mad that she didn’t believe me and for some stupid ass reason I threw caution to the wind and couldn’t take it back once it was out there.  “Do you want to know how much I check you out?  How about from behind that tree out there (pointing out the window)?  Every time Ray is gone I’m sitting behind that tree at night, watching you!”  I proceeded to give examples of things she’d done to prove that I really saw her.  I was terrified that I just admitted being a pervert to her, thinking a slap or 911 call would follow next.  Instead, as I hung my head, all I heard was, “do you touch yourself when you watch me?”  I looked up at her, silent.  “Do you?  Do you masturbate when you spy on me?  Tell me,” she said in a quiet voice.  “Not when I’m out there, but as soon as I get home I do,” I told her.  That was all she needed to hear, she came to me, standing before me, pulling my chin to her she planted a very soft wet kiss on me.  Our tongues met, and softly I heard her moan out as the kiss became more and more intense.  We both knew what we wanted and with each passing second things became more and more intense.  I knew deep down inside she wanted to be fucked senseless, and I was going to give her that.  I pulled her tight ass cheeks into me, they were perfectly round.  Still kissing, she began to walk backwards until we bumped into the kitchen counter.  If the only sex this pretty lady had ever had was in the dark, in her bed, under the sheets, she was going to get much more than that.  Right there in her kitchen I moved my hand to the outside of her shorts and pressed on her warm mound, she groaned in approval.  Her shorts were thin enough for me to make out the curves of her pussy and I pressed on her to make her moan.  She pushed herself into my hand, she wanted it badly.  I pulled the leg of her shorts up enough to slip my hand in there, as I pushed her panties to the side I felt the heat and dampness.  This bitch was soaking wet, and shaved too!  I knew it was recent b/c all the times I had seen her she was rather hairy.  It was so smooth, her slick folds were so soft, I couldn’t wait to see them in full view.  My skilled fingers moved around her, getting to know her pussy, sliding fingers in and out, touching her clit to see how sensitive she was, letting her know that I was going to make her very happy.  She twirled her hips around to show acceptance of my hand.  Our kiss broke so she could breath heavily.  I kissed her neck as she tossed her long hair back and panted heavily while I fingered her soft insides.  With my free hand I lifted her shirt up, exposing her perky tits.  As she finished removing her shirt I had already unclasped her bra and the instant it was open her supposed B tits turned to firm C tits.  I wasn’t sure why she wore such a tight bra, but they were much bigger than I thought, especially once they were up close and in my mouth!  Her nipples were pure, innocent pink, very erect nipples and very sensitive.  With each suck and nibble she moaned and pulled my face into her chest.  She was in heaven, she was mine!  I sucked and rubbed her tits as I continued to work on her gushing pussy.  I knew she’d cum at any minute, but I didn’t want it to happen like this.  I picked her up and set her on the counter and with both hands I slid her shorts off.  Her white cotton panties were soaked in the crotch.  She didn’t hesitate to lift her ass up off the counter so I could remove her panties.  Her pussy was glistening with juices, very freshly shaven, and smelled of sweet sex.  As I knelt down to kiss her leg she rubbed her fingers in my hair and told me that she’s never received oral sex.  I was amazed but eager to show her.  I teased her, licking and sucking the insides of her thighs while I fingered her tight hole.  I could tell she seldom had sex b/c she was as tight as a teenager.  She was close so I decided to bring her over the top.  I pressed her legs open wide and locked eyes with her before moving in to her pussy.  I looked at her sweet lips; so red and wet, I knew I’d have her cumming in less than 5 minutes.  As soon as my tongue flicked her clit she snapped from that innocent housewife that I always knew.  “Holy fucking shit!!!” she gasped out, “Eat my pussy, holy shit!!”  She grinded her hips into my face, pulling my mouth into her.  I engulfed her entire pussy with my mouth and sucked.  “Oh shit that’s it, fuck, yes, don’t stop, suck it baby, eat my pussy!!!”  I loved how dirty this girl had become and before I could come up for air she started screaming and with two painfully clasped handfuls of hair she unloaded the most massive amount of cum I’d ever seen from any woman.  She literally exploded in my mouth, all over my face.  I was taken back not only by how much she’d cum, but how loud and vulgar her orgasm was.  She said things you’d only hear from a sailor fucking a prostitute.  “Oh you motherfucker that’s it, fuck yeah suck my fucking pussy!!!” She said through gritted teeth as she smothered my face in her juices.  After 60 seconds of suffocation I came up for air.  This bitch had snapped.  Before I could even tell her how impressed I was with her orgasm she grabbed me and pulled me to her, swallowing my face with a combination kiss and lick job.  This was almost funny at how turned on she was.  The orgasm didn’t wipe her out, it got her stirred up.  She was moaning, tearing away at my shirt and opening my jeans almost desperately.  She fell off the counter top and frantically pushed my jeans down.  With one hand she went in my boxers, grasping her small grip around my massively wet erection and using the other hand to push my boxers down.  “Oh god, I want you so bad, I want you to fuck the shit out of me.  Will you do that, will you fuck my brains out?”  She asked and hearing the innocent voice ask me something so naughty drove me insane.  I finished undressing and even though she was becoming aggressive, I let her know who was in charge.  Standing there fully naked and erect I grabbed both arms and pushed her away, spinning her around and pushing her face forward.  Forcefully I bent her over the counter with a handful of her long hair, she absolutely loved it, moaning out, “oh god yes, fuck me.”  She pointed her small ass towards me; she loved being treated like this so I continued.  I pushed her face down hard into the counter with one hand as I rubbed the head of my wet cock all over her ass cheeks.  She was moaning out, “oh god yes, more, please more, fuck me.”  I commanded her, “say it again, tell me what you want.”  “Oh please fuck me, do me right here, use me like a little toy, please I’m begging you!!”  “Do you like me talking dirty to you like this you horny little bitch, is that what you want, huh?  You want me to fuck your brains out?”  She was breathing so heavy I thought she might come again, “oh please I’m begging you, fuck me as hard as you can.”  With that, she got her wish, no warning, nothing subtle about it; I crammed my massive erection deep in her wet hole.  I almost felt bad b/c I could tell by her first wince that it hurt, but it didn’t take long for that horny little girl to come back out.  She gritted her teeth again, grabbed the sides of the counter, and held on for the fucking of her life.  For the next 20 minutes I used her like a doll from behind.  Full, long determined strokes pounding inside of her.  She had loosened up nicely and stayed very wet.  The louder our bodies slapped together and the harder I fucked her the more she screamed in pleasure.  Then without warning she froze, went face down, and for the 2^nd time she unloaded a massive load of warm fluids all over my cock, the 2^nd orgasm being just as vulgar and intense as the second.  I knew it was time to let her have my spooge; I just wasn’t sure where she wanted it.  Once her orgasm was complete I pulled out and spun her around, she was out of breath but still had some energy.  “I’m about to cum, where do you want it?”  I asked her.  “Ray only cums in my pussy, I want your cum all over me, tell me what to do.”  I told her I wanted to cum on her face and she loved the idea.  She told me that only gave Ray head once and he wouldn’t let her do it anymore b/c she was bad at it.  She told me to teach her so I explained what not to do and she was like a little schoolgirl soaking up the instructions.  She wanted to learn, wanted to be bad.  “Is that what you want, to cum in my mouth?  I want you to cum on my face, promise me you will,” she said as she dropped to her knees.  I held her head, and just like I said she began licking and stroking the length of it.  “MMMM, I taste good on you,” she said.  I know she was new to being dirty, but she was really good at it.  She licked me up and down a few more times before taking the head in her mouth.  “Take it as far in your throat as you can go, don’t choke, and don’t use your teeth.”  She opened her eyes and looked up at me as she engulfed as much of my length as she could.  It was just past half way, not deep throating but not bad for a rookie.  She had a soft warm mouth, and I felt no teeth at all, she gently sucked and I knew this would go well.  As she bobbed her head over and over I could tell I was getting close.  I still had to be in control so I grabbed the sides of her head and took over.  I started fucking her mouth, she took the hint and quit moving.  She opened wide and let me bang her mouth in and out.  She was moaning again, eyes still fixed on mine; I even saw her reach down and play with herself.  I was close, I was now moaning loudly as I knew it was coming soon.  She let me fuck her mouth so good and that sight of her on her knees was more than I could handle.  A few more pumps and I pulled my cock out of her mouth and began jerking off inches from her awaiting mouth.  She opened wide and put her tongue out.  The fist shot was a direct hit on her tongue; she quickly pulled it in and swallowed it before returning her tongue out for the rest.  The rest wasn’t so accurate.  I shot cum all over her mouth and face.  I jerked a massive load of cum all over this bitches face, it was in her hair, on both cheeks, and she loved it.  She held the base and rubbed the head all over her face before taking it back in her mouth and sucking it completely clean.  After a few minutes of this she stood up with a smile.  She bent over the sink and rinsed her face off then kissed me again. 

We stayed naked for another hour, just talking.  She confessed that she’d never had an orgasm until now, that she never tasted cum, she’d never received oral sex, and she’s never actually had sex in the light before.  She asked how she did and I told her she was amazing.  She always fantasized about being slutty like that but Ray wouldn’t even think about it.  We openly shared our long time secret attraction to one another and all the times we’d fantasized about fucking each other.  She wanted all the details about me spying on her and even though she wasn’t mad she was embarrassed.  We agreed that I’d continue to teach her anything that I could about sex and she hoped it would help her and Ray.  She also told me to pay special attention to her windows b/c now that there might be someone watching, she’d try to put on a special show. 

Since that day, I’ve fucked Monica endless times, and we’ve gotten more and more daring over the past few months.  Two times we’ve even fucked when Ray was home, once when he was passed out she snuck out on the porch for a quickie and another time on New Years Eve when all the couple were together she let me pull up her skirt in a laundry room.  I’ve also seen her suck and fuck him several times in her windows when she knew I was watching.  And I’ve even watched her pleasure herself in a chair while facing out the window.  Both my sex life and hers will never be the same.

I had a idea i told Tami i would be right back.When i came back Tami saw i had a blindfold in my hand.I put it over Tami's eyes and sat back on our couch.I told her to give my black cock a blowjob.Tami grabbed my 8in. cock and started licking my hard shaft.She was all over my cock and balls with her mouth.I told her to tell me how much she liked my big black cock in her mouth.Tami said she luved black cock.It felt so big in her mouth.She was bobbing her head on my cock and rubbing my balls.She totally got into it.She told me she wanted my black cock to shoot cum down her throat.I was surprised to hear this.She wansn't into swallowing cum.I grabbed Tami's head and rammed my spurting cock down her throat.

I decided to take it a step further and talk to her like i was black. I wanted to fuck her ass but i knew she wouldn't.In the past when i would bring up anal sex she wouldn't even considered it.I rubbed my cock still dripping with cum over her nipples.I had Tami begging for my cock in her pussy.Still blindfolded she grabbed my still hard cock.She sreamed for me to fuck her.She climbed on to me and guided my cock into her drenched pussy.She was riding my cock like never before.In Tami's mind i was a hard black cock in her pussy.Tami was really talking dirty.Telling me how she liked her pussy filled with black dick.She was taking long fast strokes on my cock.I was sucking her nipples and knew i was ready to explode.Her pussy squeezed my meat.I thrust my cock deep in her cunt and shot my load into her.I never knew Tami was that kinky.

I knew then thats what she needed.For real this time.Part2 coming soon.

From the first day of their marriage, Michael had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed as if he looked upon sex as debasing, distasteful, a painful duty to perform. And gradually he had shown, he had made it clear, that he wasn't interested in sex.

When was the last time we did it? she asked herself. Two weeks ago? Again, she gave out a wry chuckle. And even then, it was ... She wagged her head as she thought about it. Michael had mounted her, had given her a dozen strokes, shot his load, and then had rolled off her. And that had been it.

Hammering sounds from the porch interrupted her thought. She walked to the kitchen screen door and looked out. Gerald Lamons was hard at work, repairing a section of the parsonage porch.

Cassie watched the carpenter for a moment, and she felt a tingle run over her and a warmth that was centered in her breasts and between her thighs. He wore a tank-top and cutoff jeans. He was husky and muscular, and his neck, arms and legs glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. She felt a fizzy tingling run up and down her body; her heart beat faster and her throat and lips were suddenly dry.

She opened the screen door and said, "About time for a break, isn't it? Would you like some iced tea?"

He looked up, smiled, and said, "You read my mind."

He entered the kitchen, wiping his brow. "I should have the porch done today, late this afternoon anyway."

"About how much do you think the total will be?" Cassie asked as she poured him a glass of tea.

"Not that much," he said. "It's mainly been a job of building on supports to the porch and the steps. I will have put in a total of about eight hours labor, and with the cost of materials, it should come to about two hundred dollars."

They sat at the kitchen table and sipped tea.

"Do you know who or what or how to bill it?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll give Mr. Chanson the final bill today, and the church itself will pay me."

"Hmm, well, the thing is, Mr. Chanson, he ... he probably won't be back till this evening. He's gone, left this morning. He's usually gone all day."

"Usually gone all day?" Gerald asked.

"Yeah. Most days he's gone--all day ... and sometimes part of the evening."

"No problem, with the bill. I can leave it with you."

"Would you like another glass of tea?" she asked.

He nodded. "Best tea I've had in quite a while. Hits the spot."

He watched her as she got up and went to the fridge, and he felt a stirring in his groin.

Cassie was in her early twenties, fair-skinned, with brownish-blonde hair and blue-green eyes. She was quite pretty and shapely. He felt his prick stiffening.

She was a looker, all right--and married to a preacher. What a waste.

He took a swig of iced tea and observed her more closely. She had a melancholy look on her face, and every once and a while he heard a distinct sigh come from her lips.

His cock grew stiff, rising and poking at his pants.

He drained his glass and stood. "Well, I'd better get back to work. Thanks for the tea. It did the trick."

Cassie looked at him and her gaze was drawn down to his crotch. His prick throbbed and poked at his jeans. His hard-on could clearly be seen. She gulped and a thumping feeling came from her tummy and ran up to her throat. She swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue across her inner lips. She suddenly realized she was so horny she couldn't stand it. Even her heart was thumping.

"Any time you want to--uh--you know, take a break and get a drink, the tea's in the fridge--just help yourself." Her voice came out rasping and husky.

He smiled and nodded. "Thanks." He went back outside.

Cassie went to the living room and lay down on the sofa. Her whole body was tingling, heart thudding, and her breasts and the little secret place between her thighs was so warm, almost hot.

She thought about her husband, her marriage, their sex life ... and Gerald. He was so husky and muscular; and his ... his "thing" between his legs was so--big and stiff.

Almost without thinking, she slowly moved her hands down her body and began softly caressing herself, stroking her tummy, her thighs. She brushed a hand up under her blouse and lightly touched a breast. A warm glowing feeling ran forth pervading her whole body. She began breathing unevenly, almost raggedly. She gulped and ran her hand over her breast, caressing the mound. She gasped at the feeling. She ran her hands all over her breasts, rubbing them. Oh, it felt so good.

She brushed a hand down, down to her thighs and to between her legs. She ran a palm over her pussy and gasped at the sensation. She stroked harder and a groan escaped her lips. She spread her thighs and began briskly stroking her cunt with one hand and with the other rubbing her breasts.

The feeling was heavenly. "Oh, ah," she breathed out hotly. "Oh, it feels so good," she murmured huskily.

Gerald worked for a little while, and then decided to get a drink. He entered the kitchen and went to the fridge, poured a glass of tea and swigged it. Then he heard sounds coming from the living room; groaning, moaning, ragged gasping sounds.

He walked to the living room and stopped short. There was Mrs. Chanson lying on the couch, gasping and panting, her eyes closed, legs spread, rubbing her breasts and stroking between her legs.

He walked to the sofa, swiping at his cock. Cassie opened her eyes and saw him standing over her. She looked agog at him as he took out his prick. It was big, stiff and throbbing. Without uttering a word, he mounted her, raked her panties down and off, and pushed forward. He grasped her buttocks and drove his hard cock into her pussy. He groaned and she gasped as he dug his dick up her cunt.

With one continuous stroke, he stuffed every inch of his long thick prick in her pussy. "Oh god--ohh, unh!" she cried as his huge cock slid up her quim. He was filling her up--filling her pussy up as it had never been filled before. Flaming stinging barbs stabbed up her channel, up her tummy, all the way to her swollen throbbing breasts.

He huffed as he jammed the final inch of his prick in her cunt. Her pussy was deliciously minty and snug; it gripped his rod like a vise.

He pulled back a few inches, clutched her rump, and then jabbed his entire dick forward. She reared up, cried out, and wrapped her arms and legs around him as his cockhead crammed into the core of her cunt.

Back and forth, up and down, he jammed his prick in her pussy, pumping his meat in her cunt.

"Fuck!" he called out to her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"

"Oh god--it's been so long! Ahh--unh--ahh!" she cried out in passionate pleasure, heaving her pelvis up, hunching her quim to meet his lusty thrusts.

He slammed it to her, screwing her hard and fast. His big hard dick pounded her cunt like a piston.

"Ohh--ahh--oh god--oh sweet prick!" she gasped and panted and humped and bucked as he hammered his long thick cock in her hot juicy pussy. "Oh god, this is heaven! Oh, it's never been so good!" she cried. "Ahh--I never knew it could feel so good." 

He pulled at her blouse and raked her bra up and feasted on her breasts. He licked her nipples and sucked her titties and she gasped at the sensation of his wet tongue and lips licking and sucking on her tits.

He grunted and puffed and heaved his crotch up, grinding it against her cunny and rubbing and mashing his fat heavy balls on her ass. He shoved his entire prick up her pussy and let her have it. He pissed a hot stream of cum deep in her quim.

She strained her body up and grinded her pelvis forward. Her cunt gorged itself on his dick, sucking greedily on it, sucking his cum up into her core.

"Ahh--yes!" he panted in lust as he pumped gob after gob of thick creamy juice deep in her pussy.

"Oh god--keep cuming!" she gasped. "Give me all you've got--fill me up with it!" Gerald did just that. He spurted her cunt full of semen.

They shared a delicious afterfuck. He slowly twirled his cock in her hot moist cunny and she swirled her quim in little circles around his prick.

"Oh god, so good," she murmured with pleasure. "Oh, it's been so long."

"How long has it been, honey?" he asked.

"About two weeks."

"You haven't been fucked in two weeks?"

"No."

"That's a crying shame, honey. Excuse me for saying this, but your husband is a fool. A young pretty woman like you needs a good hot fucking every day."

"God, I wouldn't know what to do if I got it every day."

It took Gerald longer than he had anticipated to finish his work on the parsonage porch. He stopped work twice and went into the house and fucked Cassie. When he finally finished for the day, he drove away, slowly stroking his sore prick. Damn, but she was starved for it, he thought. She just about wore my dick out.

Cassie lay on the sofa, slowly stroking her tummy and thighs, fulfilled and satisfied for the first time in her life. She had committed adultery, she had been unfaithful to her husband, but she felt no regret, no guilt. All she felt was good; sensually good.

I don't care if it is wrong, she thought. I don't care if it is a sin. I'm not going to go without it from now on. I'm going to get it. One way or another, I'm going to get it.

Two days later Cassie received a telephone call from Gerald Lamons. He invited her to his house for a little get-together.

"My wife wants to meet you," he said.

"Your wife?"

"Yeah. I've told her about you, and she's looking forward to meeting you."

"You told your wife--about me?..."

"Yeah. I told her about you and me."

"You told her ... about us..."

"Yeah. My wife is real open-minded, and she really wants to meet you."

Cassie lounged on the sofa, sitting between Gerald and his wife. They sipped drinks and watched a film on the VCR. She didn't know what was in the drink, but it was good. She had drank a couple and had gotten a delightful buzz.

She had been pleasantly surprised at the manner and demeanor of Gerald's wife Debbie. She was vivacious and warm and very friendly. She was in her early twenties, about the same age as Cassie. Her ebony hair flowed down past her shoulders, her chocolate eyes glowed warmly, and her dusky skin gave her an exotic look.

The film they were watching was Swedish--and erotic, and Cassie felt a glowing warmth spreading through her body. When a scene was shown in the film of two nude women kissing and caressing each other, she felt a shaft of wet fire rush up her cunny.

She noticed that Gerald was stroking his crotch, sliding his hand up and down, and her heart suddenly thumped and her throat and mouth grew dry. About the same time as Gerald unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick, she felt Debbie's hand slide up her blouse.

Gerald's wife slipped an arm around her shoulder and slid a hand on her breast and stroked it. Cassie gasped at the sensation. Her breasts grew hot and began to swell and throb.

She felt Gerald's hand on her other breast. She panted at the feeling as Gerald and his wife rubbed her tits.

Debbie pulled Cassie's blouse up, slid her bra up over her breasts, and lowered her head. She ran her lips and tongue over one of her hot swollen tits. Gerald joined in and began licking the other. She gasped and panted in passion and thrust her breasts out and clutched their heads as the husband and wife licked and sucked her tits.

Debbie slid off the sofa, tugged at Cassie's panties and pulled them down and off. She lowered her head between her thighs and commenced licking her pussy.

"Oh god--ohh," she moaned with pleasure at the feeling of the woman's smooth slick tongue flicking and lapping her cunt. She heaved her crotch up and rubbed it on Debbie's mouth and gasped at the sensation the tongue was giving her.

Gerald got up on his knees on the couch, clasped her head and guided his prick to her mouth. "Suck my cock, baby," he huffed.

He pushed his dick forward and slipped it between her lips, clutched her head and slid his prick into her mouth. "Oh yeah--suck it, baby," he hissed, "suck my dick, suck every inch of it."

He heaved his crotch forward and drove his cock into her mouth.

Cassie was overcome with sensual passion. Debbie was tongue-fucking her pussy, sending wet hot shafts of pleasure shooting up her cunny; at the same time, Gerald was frigging her mouth, sliding his thick throbbing meat down to her throat.

She had no choice but to suck his prick, to open her mouth and throat muscles as wide as she could. She would have choked otherwise.

His cock was stiff but velvety smooth, firm but rubbery, and she found increasing pleasure in sucking it, in swirling her tongue around and sliding her lips on it, in the taste and feel of it. She began sucking voraciously on his dick, and he gasped and panted with the sensation as he fucked her hot wet mouth, pumping his prick all the way down to her gullet.

Never before had she had her cunt licked and mouth fucked at the same time, and the feeling was driving her mad with desire. She hunched her quim up on Debbie's tongue as she bobbed her head and sucked Gerald's cock.

He heaved his prick up, jamming it down to her throat. He grinded and mashed his balls on her chin, and he cried out as the cum erupted and gushed up his stalk. He pissed a hot stream of semen down her gullet.

To keep from choking, she gulped and swallowed the thick creamy juice as fast as she could. He emptied his balls, pumping a half-dozen gobs of sperm in her mouth. She sucked it all down.

She decided she liked the taste and feel of cum. It was so warm and thick and creamy spurting down her throat and into her tummy.

Debbie pulled and tugged at Cassie, pulling her off the sofa. She lay down on her back and raised her legs and drew them back. "Lick me," she said huskily, "lick my pussy."

Cassie clasped Debbie's legs and lowered her head between her thighs. She buried her face in the cunt.

"Oh Jesus, oh god!" Debbie cried out in lust as Cassie slid and flicked her tongue on her clit.

She decided she liked the taste of cunt too.

Gerald had by now recovered and he moved up behind Cassie, wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed his crotch against her rump. She felt his prickhead poking into her ass and she spraddled her legs and moved her butt up. He groaned with pleasure as he slid his dick into her tight ass.

She licked Debbie's pussy with gusto and strained her rump back to meet Gerald's thick prick. Stinging barbs of pleasure jabbed up her butt as he dug his dick up her ass.

She decided she liked assfucking too.

Ahh, I'm going to try it all, she thought. I'm going to do it all. One way or another, I'm going to get it ... going to get it all.

Cassie's husband was in for a surprise when he got home that evening.

She took him by the hand and, without a word, pulled him to the bedroom. She practically raped him.

She pulled out his cock and began licking and sucking it.

The preacher was speechless, shocked at his wife's behavior, but that didn't stop his prick from growing stiff.

She lustfully sucked his dick, and he gasped out: "It's a sin--it's such a sin!"

Cassie mounted her husband and lowered her pussy down on his prick.

"Things are going to be different around here from now on," she said. "You're going to give me what a husband's supposed to give his wife: a stiff cock--a hot fuck."

The preacher was shocked and horrified at his wife's language, but that didn't stop his dick from sliding up her cunt.

"Oh, it's such a sin!" he gasped.

"Whatever tuns you on, honey," Cassie replied, riding his stiff cock.

 So at that first shag,it never entered my mind that I'd had the cum deep up inside me. Now I wondered if it had been a one off or if more may follow. I also thought about the sperm he'd planted in me and decided should he try at me again I'd make him spit it outside of me. Nieve me! Firstly I was now getting frustrated because the dumb mutt hadn't tried to fuck me or even call in to try to fuck me. I even doubted if he found fucking me was that good?but after all my husband seemed to keep coming back fot more and loved my multi-orgasms.

 Lounging playing with my clitoris I was rudely interrupted in my thought pattern by the door bell. Oh fuck! I thought,why don't you piss off and let a girl play. Reluctantly and knickerless getting to my feet,I strolled to the door, - this was a month now since I'd cheated. - "Oh,its you,why are you here anyway?" - It was the lusty male relative. Pushing me back through the door, "Quick,inside,your mother-in-law's heading this way" Roughly handling me including pushing me by my tits he got me in the alcove behind the stairs. "Shh! I think she's going to knock,but I got in before she spotted me" 

 By now the horny swine had started trying to get his hand up my skirt while giving me a love bite on the heaving excited slope of my breast. "No! It'll show you idiot" - "Shh! If she's outside she'll hear you" then went back to giving me that love bite while his horny fingers were now working me up like mad,remember I'd already been near to cumming on my own account. Now gasping and being ever conscious of making a noise as I got near orgasming I bit into his neck and he let out a yelp as my knashers bit really hard as I orgasmed just as the door was knocked. Again and again 'Knock,knock' then my name was called,mother-in-law was making me giggle just as this randy sod shoved his cock hard up my pussy.

 The fear and excitement was back at the thought of being caught and I grabbed at his ass as we fucked Oh! So hard. All thought of sperm had left my head as he spurted deep inside my vagina,again and again he thrust this spunk deep up my quim until his orgasm subsided. It seemed as if the clammer the other side of the front door gave up as our orgasm's subsided. Staying quiet for quite a while I cursed him as I saw the bloody love bite he's stuck on my tit. Realisation kicked in. "You stupid bastard,how the hell am I going to hide that and you've just put all your sperm up me,what do I say if you've made me pregnant you idiot"

 "That's easy,just get him to fuck you plenty for the next few days,he'll think its his" - "Stupid! We do that all the time anyway" - "Okay,keep saying 'give me a baby' as he makes you cum then" - "God just how deceitful are you? You seem to have an answer for everything" - "Admit it,admit what a buzz I gave you,you cumming off with your mother-in-law only inches from you as you were cumming. Anyway,who are you to shout,look at my neck,you've broke the skin there you randy cow" I admit he was right,the excitement was formidable. He pushed his sticky cock back in me again and off I went until he again cum up my insides. "You've done it again,you bastard,I told you not too" - "Yeah,but don't it do something to you? The buzz waiting to see if I've impregnated your eggs"

 At that moment,it did but it also made me feel a right little horror,cheating on my husband. "Oh by the way,I've knocked Jill up again so you'll have good company" Jill is his wife. "You can push prams together" At that moment I could have sloshed him but I'm sure he anticipated my thought and grabbed me and wrestled one of my tits out making to bite it with another love bite but as I squealed he suckled at me while gurgling out "Think who'le be doing this to you in nine months"

 He was right,I had a feeling about this second game of cheating and sure enough in no time my belly started to rise. For the rest of that time,hubby and friend kept baby well fed shall I say. Nothing exposed my cheating even if it was the source of baby. So...

 Having arrived the other side of pregnancy I was again getting from my husband lots of love and sex. But my thoughts still lingered on lust. I played while thinking of other men that I thought may try it on with me with the right indicators being flown by your truly. Then after several months of yearning it so happened that we were at cousins house and on leaving he took the baby from me as I got seated in the car,to which he now presented baby for me to hold. A tingling shock ran through me as on offering the baby up,my senses felt a finger pull my knicker leg to one side and tentively finger my clitoris.

 My husband was already sat in the driving seat only inches away from his wifes' pussy getting fingered. I made no sign of what was happening and it was no more than a minute I was getting it done but I felt my pussy juice ooze from my slit at this touching bearing in mind,his wife was stood immediately behind him. His eyes momentarily flitted towards mine from under his blond eyelashes,then the moment was gone. The bastard! He's started me off again,I knew I was going to get fucked by him again,I also knew I desired it to be sooner rather than later. Within an hour my husband was playing and fucking me ruthlessly making the comment, "Christ you're fucking horny tonight" and I was!

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 Within a week,I was merrily enjoying the spin cycle of my twin tub vibrating me to an exquisite orgasm as with eyes fluttering between open and close I saw my sexual mentor pass the kitchen window and in a moment the side door opened,realising my moment,he had his fly open and as my orgasm took off I felt my clothes rise up at the back and his hardness press against my dripping quim lips. The machine made me move about chasing ever vibe of movement and as my crescendo faultered he rammed his shaft up my sticky slit,deep,deep,oh so deep into my vagina and with the varying change of the machines pulses as the spin started slowing,he shot off shot after shot of cum up my saturated pussy.

 Pulling it quickly out of me,I freaked as I saw his wife's head pass the same window and in no time she appeared struggling with a pushchair. - His cock was back in his trouser's - "Selfish swine,you knock me up then leave me to struggle with the chair" - "No my love,I was just rushing ahead to save you coming this far if she wasn't home" - I felt my stomach roll in his lying mirth,in turn this made his sperm sqeeze out of my pussy. I knew he was a shit but couldn't quit the andrenalin rush. I headed for the stairs to clear the sperm residue in the bathroom and he blatantly made a probe at my thighs up my skirt. - "You can stop that straight away,you're not at home now,leave her alone,she's married" - Crazily,I wondered,how much does his wife know about? But it stayed at that. Again I felt so guilty but extremely excited!