Chapter 1

          I’ve tried a million times to explain to myself how I come to find myself in this situation.  The situation I am talking about is the one that has me on all fours with a black cock sliding in and out of my pussy and mouth.  If that isn’t odd enough, three feet away from me is my daughter Cindy.  She is also on all fours.  She has a black cock in each hand, one in her mouth, and one in her pussy.  She and I were both covered with tons of cum from the six black men that were taking turns fucking us.

          I’d like to say this was an isolated incident but that would be a lie.  The truth is that Cindy and I had been doing this for several weeks now.  As crazy as it sounds, there is an explanation for why I would ever let my daughter become a black cock whore like me.  Let me explain.

          A few weeks ago my 14 year old daughter came home early from school and caught her dear mother, me, in the basement fucking someone other than her father.  To make matters worse it was a black man with a really big cock.  And if that wasn’t bad enough it was her father’s closest oldest friends.  She was pissed, upset, and really not very happy with me.

          As you will remember from the first story, I sat her down and explained how this whole thing got started.  I reminded her that her grandparents had died in a car crash and left us the house.  I also reminded her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when it was her father’s childhood home.  We talked about how things were when we first moved in and how uncomfortable I felt in an almost black neighborhood.  I had told her that her father had given us, what sounded like, very good advice about living in this neighborhood.  He had been right except for one unexpected problem with her father’s best friend. 

          I told her that his friends name was Bob and that he was a very important person in the area.  I explained that Bob kept hitting on me, sometimes in front of her father.  My husband told me to laugh it off.  He said to be forceful, but nice, when I turned him down.  It didn’t help.  I told my daughter that this went on for almost a year.  Then one night at a community cookout it all came to a head.  I told Cindy that her father was drunk and I had had one more than I should have had.  Bob kept hitting on me, so I got angry.  I asked him what it was going to take to get him to leave me alone.  I told Cindy that Bob made me a deal.  If I would fuck him once that he would never bother me again.  I told Cindy that it was a combination of the Gin, the anger at her father for being no help (again), and the frustration of Bob continuing to press me for sex, but I gave in.

          Bob fucked the hell out of me.  I hadn’t wanted to do it but it was the best sex I had ever had.  I told Cindy that one of the neighborhood assholes had snuck into the basement and had watched us.  Bob left and I was busy trying to recover when I was mounted again.  I thought it was Bob.  It wasn’t.  The guys name was Dwayne.  He too had a really big cock and he knew how to use it.  If that wasn’t bad enough, Dwayne returned a few days later, with a friend.  I tried to stop them but it was no good.  They spent the afternoon fucking my brains out.  Again, I hadn’t wanted it to happen and was really unhappy about it.  I told Cindy that Bob had Dwayne’s ass beaten and it was made clear to him that I was to be left alone.

          I told Cindy that I couldn’t escape the truth.  I hadn’t wanted this to happen, but the truth was that I had cum more in two days than I had in all of my life.  I wasn’t sure that I could stop myself.  I told Cindy that I talked to a college girlfriend who had had some experience with black men.  She had told me that I shouldn’t ignore what had happened.  Staying in control was the key.  Ignoring this would only cause me to act out and lose control.  Losing control could get me caught by my dear husband.  She had said that my fetish for black cock would soon ware off and life would go back to normal.  There was a lot more we talked about and at the time it made since.

          When I got home I set up a meeting with Bob.  I told Cindy that I took my friends advice and had Bob fuck me again.  It was great.  Afterward I told Bob what my friend had said and that I was going to take her advice.  I told Bob that I loved my husband and that I didn’t want to cheat on him.  But, I told Bob, that I couldn’t stop right now.  Bob said that he could help.  He pointed out that the house was old and in need of repairs.  He told me that he knew men that would take care of the work and would be happy to work for pussy.  All of these men were, big, black, handsome, and very well hung.

          I had the house painted, electrical work done, new phone jacks installed, and hired a landscaping crew to take care of the yard.  Over the next few months my pussy got royally fucked, almost daily.  The day that the landscaping crew came always turned into a gangbang.  It was supposed a three man crew but at times I found myself fucking six different men. 

          Cindy had told me that that explained how this got started and why I had allowed so many different men to fuck me.  But she couldn’t understand why I was still doing it 9 years later.  I explained to her that her father was a wonderful man.  He was a great lover and that he too was hung, but not like these black men.  These black men did things to me that had never been done before.  I thought I would grow tired of it, or at least get used to it enough to stop or slow down.  I was wrong.  I had slowed down some over the years, but I hadn’t stopped and wasn’t going to stop.

          Cindy kept my secret and I thought that everything would go back to normal.  But Cindy’s curiosity had been touched and she wanted to know more.  She had skipped school a few times and had watched me get fucked by huge black cocks, without my knowledge.  This activity backfired on Cindy the day that she tried to watch me get gangbanged by the landscaping crew.  My first story left off with the black men finding a half naked Cindy watching the activity.  I had stated that I was stuck in the middle of a black man sandwich (on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth) and there were men playing with both of my breasts.  I saw what was happening but couldn’t stop it.  I had stated that that was the day that Cindy got her first black cock, lots and lots of black cock.

Chapter 2

          My Thursday gangbang with the landscapers normally ended around 2:30 pm.  That would give me time to clean up and be ready for Cindy to get home from school.  On that Thursday however it lasted much later.  There was no need to cut their fun short considering my daughter was lying naked beside me, getting her brains fucked out.  By the time the men started getting dressed I knew I had very little time to clean up.  I didn’t want there to be anything for my husband to find.

          As the men left through the basement door I pulled Cindy to her feet.  We had very little time to get cleaned up before her father got home.  I didn’t have time to be pissed at her for spying on me.  I didn’t have time to be worried about the condition my daughter was in mentally and physically.  There would be time later to deal with all of these things.  Right now I needed to get her into the shower.

          She looked like a zombie, just looking straight ahead, lost.  Her legs were weak enough that I didn’t feel comfortable with her taking a shower by herself.  So I joined her.  I leaned her against the wall while I quickly got myself cleaned up.  Over the years I had found that my nipples, ass, and pussy were to tender to us a wash cloth during bathing after being royally fucked.  I would soap up my hands and wash off. Doing it this way allowed me to better control the amount of pressure I used on my body, less pain.  I showed this to Cindy but she was too far out of it to do anything to help herself.  I was really worried about her and the way she was acting.  But we didn’t have time for that now.  Since she couldn’t do it for herself, I washed her the best I could.  I had guessed right in that she was very tender, so I tried to be as gentle and quick as possible.  It amazed me at how aroused she still was.  Each time I was forced to touch her breast or nipples she would moan.  She gasp for air and leaned her head against me when I had to wash her pussy.  I thought she was going to have an orgasm when I sprayed to water up into her pussy to get the cum out.  I had never seen my daughter, or any other woman, like this before.

          I know that a lot of readers would love to hear that this turned into a sexual relationship.  It did not.  I am not into women and am really not into sex with my daughter.  GROSS!  I was just happy to get her cleaned up, dressed, and up to her room.  I told her to go to bed and that I would bring her some food later.  I told her it would be best if she stayed away from her father tonight and that we would talk later.  I told her father that she had come home early and wasn’t feeling well and that we should let her sleep.  He agreed and left her alone, thank god.

          I checked in on Cindy after supper and told her that she should stay home from school tomorrow.  I told her that she would have some pain and we really needed some quite time to talk.  She just shook her head and went back to sleep.

          Bob showed up the next morning looking for a good long fuck.  I told him what had happened yesterday and that today wasn’t a good idea.  He was disappointed but totally understood.  He told me to let him know if there was anything that he could do.  I had a really bad feeling that I would need to take him up on that offer very soon.  As Bob left I poured myself another cup of coffee and waited for Cindy to wake up.  We really needed to talk.

Chapter 3

          Cindy slept another hour or so.  I was thankful for that.  I needed some quite time myself, to get my thoughts together.  It may sound weird coming from a woman who loves to fuck black men behind her husbands back, but I have always been a good and responsible mother.  I was a friend when she needed a friend.  I was a nurse, teacher, protector, and whatever else she needed me to be.  I was also the enemy when necessary.  NO DRUGS, STEALING, CHEATING, FIGHTING, and NO SEX.  I did the PTA, girl scouts, soccer mom, and a hell of a lot more.  As a mother goes, June Clever can kiss my ass.  So how could I act like June Clever on a day like today?

          I fixed Cindy some breakfast and started talking to her while she ate.  I wanted to know if she was ok.  She was still shaken but she said she seemed alright.  I asked her to explain what she was doing in the basement yesterday.  I asked her how long had she been spying on me.  I asked her if she felt that she had been raped.    I couldn’t stop myself from asking questions.  She didn’t have a chance to answer any of them because of how fast I fired off the next question, that plus she had a mouth full of food.

          She turned the tables on me and told me that if I would sit down, calm down, and let her finish eating she would try to explain everything to me.  I had used the same line on her when I got caught by her a while back.  I drank my coffee and tried to calm down.  I waited for her to finish eating, my foot tapping the floor under the table the whole time.

          She started off by saying that she was having some pain.  She said that it was hard to walk and hurt to pee.  She said that her throat was sore and that the muscles in her legs and stomach ached.  She said it was exactly like I had told her that I had felt after my first time.  I tried to explain to her that it had to have been worse for her because she was a virgin.  Cindy lowered her head and told me that technically she wasn’t a virgin.  She said that she hadn’t had sex with any of her boyfriends but that she did masturbate and that she also had dildo.  She said that she got the dildo after she had caught me.  She had ordered it online and used my name and credit card.  She said that she had gotten so turned on by my story that she wanted to try some of those things but was too afraid to do it with someone else. 

          She said that she wanted to see what it was like to have sex and the best and safest way to do that was to watch me.  Cindy said that she had snuck home a few times and seen me have sex with three different men.  She said that it had gotten her so turned on that she had played with herself while watching the last guy fuck me.  She said that she was sorry that she spied on me but she couldn’t help herself.  She said that she didn’t realize that yesterday was the landscaper’s day to visit.  She said that she got a little carried away.  She said that she must have made too much noise.  She said that she was in the middle of an orgasm when the men found her.

          I told Cindy that I saw most of what happened to her but that I wasn’t able to stop it.  Cindy laughed and said that I had had my hands full.  And my mouth, and my ….  I stopped her at that point and told her not to be a smartass.  I told her that I was worried about her because I didn’t want this to happen to her and it wasn’t clear how she had felt about it.  I asked her if she felt that she had been raped.

          She said that she was afraid when it happened.  She said that there were too many hands touching her, pulling on her, and pushing her down on the mattress.  I was saying “NO” but nobody seemed to have heard me.  Between the grunts of the men, the moans coming from me and the selective hearing on the part of the men I don’t doubt that she wasn’t heard.  Cindy said she was already half naked anyway so it took little effort from those big black men to finish the job.

          Cindy said it happened so fast.  Before she knew it she had a cock in her mouth and felt something much bigger than her dildo being pushed into her pussy.  Cindy kept saying that it was just like I had described my experience.  It hurt a lot and felt like it was tearing me apart.  She said that even with the pain that it felt better than her dildo ever had.  She said that too many things were happening to me at the same time. 

          She said that the man that was fucking her face was doing his best to ram his cock down my throat.  Cindy said that the cock was both silky yet hard as steel.  She said that when he finally stopped trying to fuck her throat she kind of liked the way it felt going in and out of her mouth.  She said that her first orgasm was stronger than anything she had ever felt, and it didn’t want to stop.  She said that her dildo was 9” long and fat.  She said that both of the cocks that were invading her body were much bigger than that.  I told her that Marcus was the one she was sucking on and he was 11”, and Paul was the one fucking you was 12” and very fat.  She said it felt huge.

Chapter 4

          We continued talking.  Most mothers and daughters would talk about boys, dating, school, and other silly little things.  It was really weird having this conversation.  Cindy continued her tale by telling me she could feel it when Paul cam in her pussy, every last shot he fired.  She also said that she had been very surprised when Marcus shot off into her mouth.  He held her head so that she couldn’t pull away and push his cock deep enough that she had no choice but to swallow.  She said that she didn’t want to swallow but she couldn’t breathe, but the taste wasn’t that bad.

          As soon as one cock was removed from her body another replaced it.  I told her that there were six men and they were used to coming at least three or four times each.  I watched as each of the men took a turn fucking Cindy.  My mouth and pussy was never empty either, but I watched as four men with cocks greater than 10” cam in my daughter’s pussy.  I saw her cum over and over again.  I saw three of the men cum in her mouth.  I heard her moan, cum, and beg for more.  I wondered if that’s what I sounded like.

          When Cindy stopped talking the room grew very quite.  What do you say after hearing and living something like that?  I didn’t want to scare her so I kept my fear that she might have gotten pregnant.  I told her that we needed to get her on the pill.  I have no idea why I said or wanted to do that. I certainly didn’t want to send her the message that I wanted her having sex of any kind, with anybody.  I guess I was afraid that if she was anything like me that her pussy would be full of black cock more often than it would be empty.  It was at that moment that I not only felt like a whore, but I knew that I was a whore.  I just didn’t want my daughter turning into one herself.

          I told Cindy that I was afraid for her.  I told her that it was normal for her to be curious about sex, but what happened last night was just wrong.  I told her that those dogs were going to be after her and she was going to have to be strong when turning them down.  Not only is it wrong but those dumb asses could go to jail for shit like that.  I told her that it was hard enough living in this neighborhood but if they think there is free teenage pussy to be had, god help us.  But more important, your father would find out about everything.

          That seemed to get through to Cindy.  I know that she was looking forward to finding out more about sex, but she didn’t want to hurt anyone.  She didn’t much like the idea of all those older black men hitting on her.  It wouldn’t take much to get a rep and Cindy had plans for her future, big plans.  I told Cindy that we should talk a lot.  I told her that we would treat this like a 12 step program.  We would meet regularly for a girl’s night out and talk about whatever we need to talk about.  I told her that I would act like a sponsor and that she was to call me if she ever got into trouble or was tempted to do anything she shouldn’t.

          Just like any teenager, Cindy didn’t like the idea of all those rules and controls being put on her.  I also wasn’t stupid in expecting Cindy to never have sex now that Pandora’s Box has been opened.  I just wanted her sex life to be more normal, nothing like mine.

          Over the next few days I was able to get Cindy on the pill and had the doctor to check and she if she was pregnant.  I knew it was too early for that but I wanted to try anyway.  The doctor said it wasn’t a good idea giving someone as young as Cindy the morning after pill.  So we were stuck waiting.

          Life tried to return to normal while we waited.  Cindy was back in school and I was back in the basement fucking black cock.  You would think that this scare would be what I needed to stop screwing around.  Instead I couldn’t get enough black cock and cum.  My daily fuck sessions always ended long before I wanted them to.  I nearly fucked my husband to death each night.

          Three weeks later we got the news I was afraid of, Cindy was pregnant.  She flipped out.  I sat her done and went over her options with her.  Keeping the baby was an option, but had so many horrible problems attached to it that it was quickly dropped.  Putting the baby up for adoption was a choice that had just as many problems.  Either of these options meant that people would find out everything.  When people found out that she had had a black baby her rep and her life would change forever.  Abortion seemed the only way out.  But getting this done without anyone, including my husband, finding out would be tricky.  I needed Bob’s help.

          Bob live up to his word.  He was very helpful and made everything happen, no questions asked.  Cindy pretended to be sick for about a week but otherwise nobody knew anything.  My husband was worried.  He’s such a good man.  If he only knew what was really going on in his childhood home.

Chapter 5

          The very first day Cindy went back to school she got in trouble.  I was called to the school and told to speak with the principle.  I waited in his office until her arrived, but I could tell by the buzz around the office that something very bad had happened.

          The principle introduced himself and made small talk while we waited for Cindy to join us.  When everyone had arrived and was seated the principle informer me that Cindy had been caught having sex with the school janitor.  I was informed that the janitor was a black man in his mid 40’s.  They were found in a utility room.

          At first the teachers had thought that Cindy was a victim of a rape.  The janitor denied raping Cindy and soon Cindy had to tell the truth to keep the janitor from being arrested.  The principle told me that Cindy had flirted with the janitor until the janitor told her that he wished he was a young man again.  If he were young again he would show her how a man handles a young tease like her.  Apparently Cindy told him that he wasn’t that old and that she had been with men older that him.  He took her to the utility room. They were found naked, Cindy bent over a stack of boxes, with the janitor pounding away at her pussy.  She was overheard by a teacher begging him to fuck her harder and to cum in her pussy.

          I had no other alternative but to act shocked.  I was expecting something to happen at some time, but not this.  I just looked at her and said that we would talk later.  The principle said that he had fired the janitor and that Cindy would be suspended.  He told me that it would be up to me to press charges, or not.

          On the way home I yelled at Cindy.  I asked what she thought she was doing.  I asked her what happened to all of our agreements.  I asked her how she was going to explain this to her friends.  And what about your father finding out.  She was quite for most of the trip home.  The only defense she offered was that she couldn’t help it.  She said that she was horny.  She said that she is always horny.  She said that all she seemed to be able to think about was getting fucked and big black cocks.

          I asked her if she had done anything else that I should know about.  She said that she hadn’t been able to control herself.  She said that I didn’t need to worry about the principle telling my husband anything because she had given him a blowjob right after she got caught.  Cindy said that she knew some of the sons of the men that had gangbanged her.  She said that she has seduced all three of them.  Cindy said that she was sorry but that she couldn’t control her impulses, that she didn’t think she would be able to stop herself. 

          I had to admit that I did understand what she was saying.  I had thought that if I let these black men have their way with me that I would soon grow tired of it.  I hadn’t.  The desire to be stuffed full of black cock was stronger than ever.  I told Cindy that I understood but didn’t know what to do about it.  She said that she would like to join me in my basement fun.  She said that she would feel safer exploring her sex life.  She said that my circle of men friends had been able to keep my secret and there would be no reason why her father had to find out anything.  Cindy then said that if she couldn’t join me in the basement on a regular basis maybe me Thursday gangbangs would give both of us enough cock to keep her urges under control.

          What would June Cleaver say to an offer like that?  “Can I join you on your next black man gangbang mommy”?  For the first time sense all of this started nine years ago I wanted to quit.  But if I do quit what would happen to Cindy?  I was damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

          So that explains how my life has turned into a three ring circus.  What other mother do you know that sets up gangbangs with black men for their daughter?  How many mothers find themselves flat on my back looking up at my daughter’s pussy get pounded?  I hate to admit that watch her pussy overflow with cum was a real turn on.  But the big question I now have is “What Do I Tell My Husband about our Daughter”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again.

Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in ‘design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words ‘lunch Judy 11.30’; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date.

Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. ‘That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions.

“I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on.

Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing.

An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days.

Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person.

She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.

She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to.

Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies.

“Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her.

“Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then; okay?. Thanks hon.”

“Oh! Okay.”

“Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end.

Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.

It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper, her resolve was set.

Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know.

An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped.

She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, she intended to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the too young recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink.

She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.

Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.

She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone.

She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency.

“Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice.

“Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.”

He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them.

“Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it.

“Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention.

“Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park.

They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”

Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then; thought, why not? She answered, yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt.

A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in arm chairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much.

“I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude.

“Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much.

Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence.

“Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time.

“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.

Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.

She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks.

Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight.

She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul.

She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants.

Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.

It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self control took over.

His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, and she came, in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.

Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.

She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.

He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.

He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her laying side wise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.

Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.

In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.

It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.

Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.

It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.

Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean.

They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied, felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.

Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.

“Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.

“No thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.

“Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.

“Hey Ash, how was class today?” I asked, turning the TV down.

She dropped her bags and fluffed her hair in the mirror in the hallway before answering me.

“Long, to be honest, and boring. Especially since Sam is gone on that stupid hunting trip. Nothing’s very fun when you’re boyfriends away.”

I grimaced. “Tell me about it,” I said, thinking about Brice, my boyfriend. He wasn’t going to the college that Ashley, Brice and I were at. He was instead apprenticing in his dad’s carpentry business, five hundred miles away from me. I hadn’t seen him in two and a half months.

Ashley sighed once more, kicking her shopping bags malevolently. She headed into the kitchen, which I could still see from the couch, and started rummaging around in the fridge. I watched her long legs and tight ass as she bent over, still looking. I hadn’t told anyone, but I though Ashley was smoking hot, and we’d even kissed once at a party, when we were both really smashed.

She was just so hot, with a tiny waist, big 34C tits and a tight, smooth ass. Today she was wearing tiny denim shorts and a long tank top, sort of like I was. I knew for a fact that she was a total slut, because we tell each other everything. We’d been best friends since we first lived together on campus in first-year. What she didn’t know is that I’m really into the kinky stuff, and that I’d love to fuck her.

She soon stood up straight though, flicking her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “Sarah, we’ve got a ton of beer left over from the party last night. You want some?”

I’d already had two that day, but I yelled back that I’d love one.

She came into the living room with four, setting them on the coffee table in front of me. I looked at her and she smiled.

“I figured we could use some booze tonight, with no plans and no boyfriends.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, popping a beer open and clinking it against hers. “What do you want to watch?”

“Whatever, I don’t care, as long as it’s not football. Sam always makes me watch it with him and I hate it.”

I laughed as we both settled close to each on the couch. We’d always been like that, touching and being close. Some people even thought we were together, and we would just laugh and go along with it.

We turned on the news and just kept knocking back beers. Eventually we’d gone through the four and were on our third each, almost trashed.

Ashley’s head was on my lap and I was really enjoying it, but I needed to pee. So I shoved her off, giggling as she grumbled.

I got to the bathroom down the hall and looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking pretty hot myself, for someone’s who just come home from a long day’s work.

I had long, wavy brown hair, 34D tits, and an ass to die for, as Brice tells me.  I loved that my waist was so tiny, because it made my tits look even bigger.

Anyway, after peeing, I went back to the living room. I found Ashley with a bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out shots for the two of us.

She looked up and smiled. “Let’s get totally smashed Sarah, I mean it. Just the two of us.”

I laughed again and took my shot, knocking it back like a pro.

So we continued drinking for a while after that, until we were so drunk that we were dancing around the room together, like total idiots, on a Wednesday night.

I was dancing crazy until I felt Ashley put her arms around me from behind, really tight, grinding against my ass. It felt sooo good, and I started grinding on her too, partly from how turned on I was, and from all the booze.

I heard her groan, and I took this as a good sign, so I turned around and started grinding on her from the front. I stuck one leg between hers, so we were basically just rubbing our pussies together. I was totally surprised, because we’d never done anything like this before, apart from that one kiss.

The song ended, and another began, but we just kept at it, for more than an hour. Finally, the CD ended, and we pulled apart, looking at each other. I wanted to keep rubbing against her, because by this point I was horny enough to hump anything.

Ashley flopped down on the couch, sweating, and I dropped down next to her. We were both breathing heavily. There was a comfortable silence for awhile, until Ashley cleared her throat. I looked at her expectantly.

“Sarah, did you like it that time that we made out at that party months ago?”

I was shocked, and stared at her. She looked oddly excited. I decided to be truthful.

“Yeah Ash, I loved it. I thought it was really hot.”

She grinned. “Good,” she said, just before leaning in to make out with me. It was a hot kiss, with tongues right away, and we were both moaning within minutes.

I pulled away. “Ash, are you sure you want to do this?” We had both sobered up a bit, and I wasn’t sure she wanted to continue.

In response, she just dived at me, knocking me back with her lips pressed to mine. I moaned as I felt her hand slip inside my shirt, massaging my tit through my bra. I wasn’t having of that though, I was always the one in control.

I spanked her and pulled away from her hungry lips. “Get your ass into my room right now slut, and you’d better be naked by the time I get there.”

She looked a little shocked, but complied eagerly. I grinned, and made my way to my room. I had been waiting a long time for this.

She was lying naked on my bed, her hands massaging her tits and plucking at her nipples. God, she was fast. Her eyes were closed, so I snuck up on her, diving my fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

She gasped, her eyes flying open, then groaned loudly. I kept plunging my fingers into her tight wet pussy, like the pro I was, and she started cumming within minutes.

She looked at me. “Now it’s your turn, Sarah.” She said, grinning madly.

I held up a hand. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet. Close your eyes you whore.” She did so immediately.

I went to my closet and rummaged around for a minute, finally finding what I was looking for. A giant purple strap-on, that I’d bought just for this. I stood next to where Ashley’s head was on the bed. I stuck the huge cock in her face and told her to open her eyes.

She did, gasping once more. “Suck it, you cock slut.” And she did, totally going to town on my makeshift cock, like it was water and she was parched.

“Yeah, you like that, you whore? I know how much you love cock Ashley, and you’re going to get a lot of it tonight.”

She just moaned, loving my cock so much.

Finally I figured that she’d had enough, so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock.

“On your hands and knees, bitch!” I ordered. She did, and I got up behind her on the bed.

Quickly, so she wouldn’t expect it, I drove my huge cock into her tight wet pussy, hitting bottom on the first stroke. She shrieked a little, and started pulling on her nipples and moaning.

I pushed her hands away and grabbed onto her huge tits for leverage, letting them fill my hands as I squeezed, hard.

“How’s that, slut? How do you like my cock in your pussy?”

She almost couldn’t speak. “I love it, I love your huge cock Sarah, I want you inside me forever.”

“How come your pussy is so tight on my cock, whore? I know how many guys you fucked, because you’re such a cock slut.”

“Your cock is just so much bigger than what I’m used to. Sam’s cock is tiny.”

“So you’ve fucked him, huh? Who’s better?”

“You are Sarah, you’re the best cock I’ve ever had. I want you to fuck me forever. I want you to fuck my pussy long and hard.”

“You know who I’m going to fuck after you Ashley, you know who?”

“N—no, I don’t.” Her huge tits started to swing into her face.

“I’m going to fuck your sister, Tanya, and you’re going to watch.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Tanya, she is such a slut fifteen-year-old.  She needs to be taught a lesson.”

“Well Ashley, you and I will fuck her hard and fast together. How will you like that, slut? Fucking your sister? Making her scream?”

Ashley moaned, her hand coming to rub her pussy.

“You’ll love it, won’t you, because you’ll get it wherever you can. You’re a dirty slut, and you need to be

taught a lesson just like your sister.”

I started spanking her ass, harder and harder, with each thrust of my hips, till her ass started getting bright red.

With each slap she cried out, while rubbing her tits hard.

I started moving faster and faster.

“OH GOD YES SARAH! THAT’S IT, KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE COCK! FASTER, FASTER! HARDER YOU BITCH, FUCK ME HARDER!” She started yelling.

She came with a scream, collapsing on my bed.

I pulled out, and grabbed her by the hair to turn her around on the bed. I slapped her in the face with my cock, hard. “That’s for calling me a bitch you cock slut.”

She just smiled, loving the euphoria of the cum.

She closed her eyes, but I slapped her across the face again.

“Don’t go to sleep yet bitch! I haven’t cum yet!”

She opened her eyes, staring at my pussy. I’d taken the strap-on off.

Her hand reached up to squeeze my huge tits.

We fucked three more times that night, and still do every night that our boyfriends are away.

We even fucked the night before Ashley got married to Sam, and she could barely walk down the aisle.

And Tanya, well that’s just an entirely different story.

The End

"Hi Jan, yes it has been a while," I reply.  My eyes are quickly glancing up and down her body, all of a sudden noticing her nice curves.  I try to act cool.  "So how are things going?"  She rolls her eyes indicating that things have been going pretty shitty.

"Where to start? Katie\'s away at school, Tommy is failing out of his classes and to top it all off, Kelly and I are having problems with our marriage." 

"What kind of problems?" I ask and then realize I am being rude.  "If you don\'t mind me asking."  Jan smiles and then shrugs.

"Tell you what, I could use your help moving things at the house and if you help, I\'ll tell you all about it."  I smile back at her and agree.

An hour later, I\'ve helped move an entertainment center and a couch.  I\'ve also learned that her husband isn\\\'t having sex with her as often as they were (which wasn\'t very much to begin with) and she thinks he might be having an affair with another man he works with.  That\'s when I ask her what she\\\'s going to do about it.

"Well, that\'s where I think you can help me," she says, a smile creeping across her face.  "I want you to help."

"Help with what? Like talk to him?" She took a step closer to me and shook her head, her hanfd went to my stomach.

"I would like it if you were to show me what my daughter kept talking about."  I looked down to my crotch and then into her eyes.  "Yes, that." She must be making a mistake I was thinking.  I never had sex with her daughter, although Katie may have told her about my dick.  I decided to go for it and unbuttoned my jeans.  The zipper came next but I held up my pants in case this was a joke.

"Wait, I want to see you remove some clothing first," I said, praying that this was for real.  Jan smiled a Chesire Cat grin and began unbuttoning her shirt.  Soon I saw her large breasts almost popping out of the black bra.  Her hands unhooked the bra and I saw the greatest tits I have ever seen in my life.  Knowing this was for real, I dropped my pants and boxer-briefs (they offer comfort and support) to the floor.  My penis almost fully hard just seeing her breasts.  "Like what you see?"

"Oh yes I do," she said as she took off her pants and underwear.  We were both naked soon enough and on the couch I had moved not too long ago.  I sat and she lay facedown with her head facing my dick.  "Wow, this is a nice dick you have.  It\\\'s nice and long....just what I\'ve always wanted."  Her lips kissed the head of my dick and she wrapped them around my dick.  She was giving me the best blowjob of my life.  My hand went across her back, down her amazing ass and two fingers slipped into her already wet pussy. 

After a few minutes of great cock sucking, she took it out of her mouth and smiled at me.  My dick was shiny with her siliva and she was slowing stroking it.  I wanted her pussy so bad, I wanted to fuck her all night long.  My mind was gone to lust, the most basic of human instincts was taking control.  I stood up and laid her on the couch on her back.  I could see she trimmed her pubic hairs because it looked good enough to eat.

I put my head to her crotch and inserted my long tongue into her pussy.  It tasted so good it is indescribable.  I wriggled my tongue inside her and then licked and gently bit her clit.  Her soft screams and moans mean I was doing a good job.  It tasted so good I wanted to keep eating but my dick won that fight.  I crawled up so we were face to face and she guided my dick into her wet pussy.  Her eyes closed and she exhaled deeply.  She grabbed my hips and pushed me farther into her.

"Oh my god, that\\\'s it.......it feels soooooo good," she said.  "It\\\'s hitting the right spot everytime."  I laughed and drove my dick deeper into her.  She moaned heavily.  I began thrusting in and out and in and out faster and faster.  Her tits bounced up and down and all over the place.  I kept grabbing and sucking on them and gently bitting the nipples.  She was pushing back into my thrusts making my balls hit her ass.  She was moaning heavily and repeating the phrases: "OH GOD", "Fuck" and "Ohhhhhh.....".  I felt her muscles tighten and then a surge of wetness came from inside her, orgasm number 1. 

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over to fuck her doggy-style.  This time, she was doing most of the fucking, her body was rocking back and forth into my dick.  I was grabbing her round, firm ass and slamming into her hard, heaing her ass slap my body.  "Oh god Jared, oh god, fuckkkkkk."  I slapped her ass and she loved it.  "Do it again, please."  My balls were hitting her clit as our fucking speed increased.  She orgasmed again and I felt my cum coming. 

"Shit, where do you want my cum?" I asked, slowing our pace down.  She wanted it on her tits this time she said, with emphasis on \'this time\'.  She laid on her back and we got back to fucking.  I never wanted to stop fucking this sweet pussy on this gorgeous older woman.  I held it back as long as I could, I pulled my dick out and groaned as the biggest load of my life exploded from my dick.  The load was all over her chest and she was rubbing it around her tits.  "How was that?"

"That was amazing, the best sex I have ever had," she replied, a big smile on her face. 

"Oh for sure mine too....that was my biggest load ever." 

"Next time, I wanted it inside me, I want you to keep cumming inside me," she said.  She kissed me hard on the lips and said: "It was great catching up with you, I\'ll call you soon."

    As I went home the thought of what Mary had sugested kept going through my head and I thought of all the times  Tom had come home drinking with lipstick and womens perfume on his cloths.And I had been true ever since we had been marriedthose 20 years.and besides Bill was a nice looking guy and was Mary serious about us fucking but I knew she couldn't with him and probally didn't have to long to live and she could not turn down her wishes.Next evening when she went to see Mary,the first thing Mary said was did you decide Anne to grant my wish?Ohh Mary I will if Bill wants me,but I never want to ruin our friendship.Ohh thank you Anne,I discused it with Bill several times and I told him that You was thinking on it,and what did you and Bill decide??He wants you and admitted he been wanting you a long time.Really !!!!yes really and I never told you before but me and bill are sort of kinky You probally think but we have talked about joining a swingers group but then I got sick and never joined He would not go with out me,But it sounds crazy to you I guess but Iwe wanted to have diferent sex partners and watch as he did it with anoughter woman and he always wanted to see me with anoughter man best I could do was tell him about things I did when dating before Him.and I told him about some things me and you did.Oh my God Mary what he say,he got all horny and excited.If Tom was any good we would have tried to get ya'll to swap.Anne Bill is in the other bedroom waiting go in and give it good to him or let him give it good to you.

   I kissed Mary on her forward and told her Ok but I was nervous as all hell,She giggled just go fuck him.As I went into the other room my knees felt weak for what I was fixing to do but Mary was right he needed relief and so did I.Bill had the room dark with only a candle burning on the dresser and He said Anne I am so glad you doing this for me and Mary,and as my eyes adjusted to the dim room bill was completly naked with covers rolled back and I could see his huge cock standing erect I scould not tear my eyes away fom it as I slowly undressed seductivly as I did his cock jumped with excitment,as I got down to my bra and panties  I slowly unsnap0ped my bra and dropped it and then slowly let my panties that seem to cling to me  slide down and kicked out as they reached my ankles ,Bill I whispered Take it slow with me as I slid in beside him it been over a year since I did it ,Bill whispered that my body was so sexy as he started kissing me and I kissed him back our tounges met wildly as his hands fondled my tits and found there way down across my stomach that drew tight to his caress and uncontrobaly my hand went to his huge hard cock and balls as his fingers caressed my inner thighs and my now wet pussy lips that was begging to be streched wide by his huge man hood.I whispered Oh Bill I want it in me ,As he pressed down on top my legs curled up around his waist and I guided his throbbing cock to my swollen pussy lips as i was like a dog in heat ,as he spread my inner lips i pressed upward oh Bill Fuck me ,fuck me good,ohhhh you so big and hard ohhhh Going so deep Bill.As now we slapped wildly together like 2 wild animals Ohh your pussy so hot he grunted,so tight feels so good,Ohhh Bill yessss yesss you so hot in me  Fuck me harder yesssyesss sooo good Oh bill fixing to cum  getting close now now ohhh God yessss yesss cummmminng nowwww as I felt his hot cum shoot in me so hot and filling my pussy to overflowing as I felt it ozzing down the crack of my ass,Ohh Billl I gasped.needed that so bad.me too he grunted hoarsely.

                                                         

 

 One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.

 During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.

 That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.

 One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn’t a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would. On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action. Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing “astrological observations” the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a “brisk” (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have “a boy’s night out”. The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.

 He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn’t be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.

 My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; “Does he really want to do this, with me?” I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse’s uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready. I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him.  He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.

 Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is ½ A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses. I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock. It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband’s in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him. I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him. We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.

No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark’s face to see his head down turned,

In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; “I love it!” This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.

 I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other’s naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts. His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure.

I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; “No one has ever done that to me, I almost…” Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over. We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again. He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily. He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.

 I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly “Fuck Me!” He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt

six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; “More!” His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further. I pleaded with him; “I want it all!” I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply. “Now, Fuck Me Hard!” I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body’s urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me. We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke. I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; “Thank you!” over and over again.

 For a time we laid there locked in each other’s arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach. He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; “How was it?” “Wonderful!” I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. “Very well, I see” he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark’s slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.

 I don’t know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark’s hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it “doggy-style”, ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: “Oh, yeah!” We ended this session on our side’s; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.

 I was next awakened by the dawn’s light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other’s arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant. I could feel it swell and grow inside me. With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.

 Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; “Please don’t let it end here?” I looked at his face and he kissed me again. “I won’t”, he replied and left.

 I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.

So i take the putter from he and get into the putting position and as i done this Carol got behind me and started grapping my crotch and whispered in my ear ' I want you Dan and i want you now'.

So we agreed to meet at the car park to the forest just a few minutes away, Carol told Darren that she was going down to Asda and would be back in 20 minutes.

I was the first to arrive at the forest and was sitting in my car waiting and was so horny, my cock was at full lenth and was rock hard, i got it out and started myself off but as soon as i started i heard a knock on the window and Carol was waiting there staring at my now 8 inch cock. As soon as the door opened she jumped on me and we started kissing passionatly and managed to rip off her blouse and she had a lovely pair of tits, her nipples were perfect size and they now had my tongue licking up and down on the pair of them.

I moved down on her pussy and it is perfectly shaven and quite tight considering her age and started to lick her out and was enjoying it, anyway she jumps up and just stares at my cock for a few seconds and just says 'I want that in my mouth' so she is suckong me off for about 4-5 minutes before i shoot all over her face.

We relax for a few miutes and start kissing again before she just turns and says 'Put that cock in me' so we go at it again for about 20 before her phone rings, its Darren, so she answers bearing in mind my cock is still in her pussy and says that she will be 10 mkinutes so we both finish up and once again i shoot my load over.

We both get changed back into our clothes and go our seperate ways. One week later i see her again up the golf club and we don't even say a word to each other, but i am sure i will sex again with the pro's wife......Carol!!

 

If I lived in a city I would be likely out in the bars looking for someone with whom to relieve some of my sexual frustration, but since I live in a small town, hours away from the nearest city the possibilities are severely limited. 

 

That leaves the internet. 

 

For some time now I have been going into the chatrooms online and meeting up with women who are apparently in similar situations to mine – not getting enough at home and looking for a little fun online.  I was actually quite surprised how many women are out there who are as horny as I am and are willing to share their desires.  It was unexpected that they would tell me about their fantasies while chatting online, but I was amazed that some would play with themselves while doing it.  I was really thrilled when some of these women had cameras and would show themselves playing online – WOW!

 

Not being shy myself, I too got a camera and had a lot of fun sharing ‘playtime’ with some of these women.

 

Having the camera was something I had to keep hidden from my wife though. I could not come up with a good excuse for having it, so I kept it secreted away and only brought it out when my wife was out of the house.  Having the camera in secret is the reason I got to see something I never thought I would.

 

Shelly and I generally argue about little things, including who is doing more around the house.  Her work is only part-time, so I get upset when I come home from work and find the house a mess when she has been home all day.  She tells me that she is ‘busy’ during the day but I see little evidence that anything is being done around the house.  I decided to give myself an edge in our argument about what was going on at home.  I had seen advertisements on the internet about software that let you watch your house when you weren’t home. I think it was meant for security, or to monitor your kids or something, but I thought that I could use it to see for myself what Shelly did at home when I was at work. I assumed I would see her sitting around watching soaps all day, chatting on the phone or whatever – I was in for a little bit of a surprise.

 

Getting up early one morning, I hid the camera inside a vase that was on top of the entertainment center in the living room.  Running the cable through the maze of wires that connected to the TV and stereo, I tucked it through the vent that was common to the living room and the study.  I turned on the computer, connected the camera and saw that it gave a very good view of the living room.  After downloading the software, I hid the icon for it, and left the computer on. I was all set-up now to gather evidence that Shelly sat around and did nothing all day, I left for work.

 

Arriving at my office I closed the door, sat at the computer, and typed in the web address that came with the ‘spy’ software.  I followed the simple instructions and within a couple of minutes I was connected and in control of the computer at home – very cool. I activated camera view and again saw my living room, it was still quiet – Shelly must still be in bed.  I decided to give her a call and get her up – hell if I had to be at work all day, at least she could be awake.

 

Shelly answered the phone groggily, sleep coming through in her voice.

“Hi” I said “Still sleeping?”

“Ummm, yeah….”

“Oh sorry for waking you up” I lied, “I just wanted to remind you to get some shaving crème for me when you go shopping today”

“Ok, I will.  Ummm what time will you be home today?”

“Oh, regular time I suppose. Why?”

“Oh, no reason – wondering what time to make supper is all.”

“Ok.”

“I’ll let you go then.”

“K. Bye.”

“Bye”

 

The phone went dead and I imagined I would see Shelly on the screen in a couple of minutes.  She was awake now and the trip to the washroom she would likely have to make would take her right through the living room.  I didn’t have to wait long, I saw her at the far end of the room coming through the door.   Still in her PJ’s she stepped quickly through the room and then disappeared through the bathroom doorway.

 

My work is quite technical, and my boss lets me pretty much run with it, he never asks what I am working on, he just e-mails assignments to me and leaves me alone.  I will on occasion leave my door closed while I am working, so I can concentrate, so I was pretty confident I could watch Shelly while at work and no-one would be the wiser.  Besides, I figured, I would just be checking every few minutes to confirm she was sitting on the sofa watching TV or whatever, I would still be able to work.

 

While Shelly was in the washroom, I started on my first task at work while keeping the camera view open in a small window on my screen.  I was working my way through a problem when I saw Shelly come out of the bathroom and park her ass on the sofa – ah ha! Just as I expected. 

 

This was cool!  I felt kinda mischievous watching Shelly while she was oblivious to me seeing her sitting there.  Surprisingly, she only sat for a few moments then proceeded into the study. I lost sight of her as she stepped though the doorway.

‘What is she doing now?’ I wondered. ‘Probably on the computer’ I thought, it was a good thing I had put the camera on ‘hide’ mode. I realized something else as well.  If she was going to be on the computer I could see what she was doing.  The software I had downloaded allowed me to secretly view the host computer screen. Cool. I looked into the help file of the spy software to figure how to see the screen at home. Following the directions I soon had Shelly’s screen open on my desktop.  Man, this was so cool! ‘I should be a private eye or something’, I told myself.

 

I soon realized that I was not much of a investigator.  While I watched Shelly’s screen on the computer I saw something that caught me completely off guard, Shelly opened the Yahoo! chat site. That is the site that I always went to when I was looking to fool around online!

 

I realized though that there were many chat rooms in Yahoo! and I’m sure some would be of interest to Shelly, not all the sites were ‘Adult’ oriented. It would be a ‘Movies’ or ‘Crafts’ site that Shelly would be coming here for I rationalized. That was not the case I soon saw however.

 

As soon as she was logged in I saw that she went immediately to the ‘Married and Looking’ site.  My god! That is where I always went!  Did she find out that I was going here and was trying to find someone who knew me? Did she know my login name?  My fears of her trying to catch me fooling around were soon put to rest when I saw what she was up to.  I now noticed her login name as well – ‘1456_wet_princess’.  My god!! Was she actually in Yahoo! playing like I do?!

 

It was obvious she was, and with a passion.  Immediately after she logged in she was actively searching out men with cameras and asking to view.  With a login name like ‘wet_princess’ most men immediately opened their camera to her.

 

She soon had 4 cameras open on her, and my, desktop.  The men were in various stages of undress - two of them were completely naked and stroking full raging hard-ons!

 

 I was stunned.  Shelly, who had been so inhibited lately, was now openly watching these men, complete strangers, stroke their meat.  I was at once angry and intrigued by the fact that Shelly was watching these men jack off.  I wondered how often she had watched this, and wondered if she played along.  I know many women love to play with themselves when I play on camera, was Shelly like that too?

 

Shelly opened a chat window to one of the guys who was playing with his cock. It was huge.

 

            Mmmm ….. nice cock  she typed.

            Ty

            I’d love to see you cum

            Would you?

            Mmmm YES please.

           

Holy SHIT!!  Shelly was loving this! She was asking to see him cum! I couldn’t believe it. 

Another chat window opened as someone sent Shelly an Instant Message.

 

            Hi Shelly….how’s my sweetie?

            Jason! Great. Yours?

 

Who the hell was Jason? And why was he calling Shelly ‘sweetie’? Likely someone she watched cum on here I figured.

 

            So far so good, I’ve got today off.

            Do you? She asked.

            Yep. Whatcha doin’?

            Oh ….. watching…. J

            You’re naughty….lol

            Aint I…. lol….. Where’s Cindy?

            Working

 

Cindy? Must be ‘Jason’s’ wife. She knows this guy’s wife’s name? How long had they been chatting and whatever else on here?

 

            So’s Brent  J

            Is he?

            Yep….I’m home all day all alone…… L

            Hang on, I’m gonna phone you.

            Ok.

 

The typing in the chat window stopped and the mouse was stationary on the screen. It seemed that this Jason guy was what she was looking for in the chatroom. My head was spinning. Here I thought my wife was just being lazy, when the fact of the matter was she was being a bit of a slut.  And now she was going to be on the phone with some guy from the internet!!

 

In my camera view I now saw Shelly move from the study to the living room and pick up the phone. I had to assume it was Jason. She smiled as she talked and I could see her laugh as well.  She appeared to really enjoy talking to this ‘Jason’ guy.  I was starting to get a bit more jealous and wished I knew what the conversation was about.  They only talked for a couple of minutes before Shelly put down the phone, looked at her watch and hurried out of the room.

 

I never even considered the work I was supposed to be doing as I was stunned by what I had seen over the last 20 minutes.  My wife was slutting around on the internet watching men jack-off and talking to them on the phone.  I was tempted to go home right now and confront her about it, but really didn’t know what to say.  Actually I was a bit interested in the fact that Shelly liked to watch men, I had always dreamed of a bit of a swinger’s lifestyle and if Shelly was into other men……then maybe…..

If we were to ‘swing’, would I be able to accept her fucking other men? Would she want to?  I considered that for a minute and realized that if I desired other women, why wouldn’t she desire other men. She obviously liked watching other men masturbate.  It might be kind of kinky to watch my wife get fucked by someone else – imagine fucking some new lover while I watched some guy balls deep in my wife. The thought of it actually aroused me and I could feel a twitch in my pants.

 

As I sat there pondering the possibilities Shelly re-entered the living room.  She hadn’t changed her clothes but I could see that she had taken a shower, her hair was wet and she was brushing it as she sat down on the sofa.  She sat there brushing her hair quietly for a few minutes then suddenly she jumped up, peeked out the curtains and then hurried out of the room.

 

Someone was at the door I guessed.

 

Shelly disappeared from view for a few minutes and then re-appeared – someone was with her.

 ‘OHH…’ I realized, ‘THAT Jason!’ Now I knew who ‘Jason and Cindy’ were.  We had played baseball together last summer. They lived in the same town but we never socialized, or at least we never ALL socialized.  It was apparent that Jason and Shelly were quite more than social.  My god!! If he was with Shelly, with me being away at work – her greeting him in her PJ’s, it could only mean one thing -They were fucking!  Son of a bitch! - some detective I was - had to see it on camera to catch on…

 

All manner of things ran though my head now…. Was she actually fucking him? How long had this been going on? Did she suck his cock like she used to suck mine? Was he better in bed than I was?  I was really at a loss what to think or do.

I was sure of one thing though….I was going to watch and find out what was happening.

 

Well, It didn’t take long to find out.  Shelly, still in her PJ’s sat down on the sofa and Jason sat beside her.  She turned to him, took his hand in hers and laid on her thigh.  Then she leaned into him giving him a deep wet kiss.

 

That BITCH! She was being such a slut! The odd part of it was, I was excited by it - I instantly felt my prick jump in my pants. Quickly getting up, I went down the hall to tell my boss that I was going to have to go home for the rest of the day. I didn’t want him looking for me. I then went back to my office and locked the door.  Turning off the light in my office, lest someone see it on under the door, I sat down to see exactly what was going to become of this – it was pretty obvious I guess…

 

I fluked out how I had set the camera up, Shelly and Jason were in perfect view, I wondered if they ever considered that I would find out about them, let alone sit here and watch their every move.

 

As they continued to kiss passionately, Jason's hand on Shelly's thigh was now in full motion.  He took long gently caresses along the inside of her thigh, I knew that this tuned Shelly on.  Apparently Jason did as well. His caresses were soon rewarded as Shelly gratuitously spread her legs for him allowing his hand to migrate up and find her pussy.  This was incredible – here was I, sitting at work watching my wife be fondled by another man, and I felt my cock growing as he did.  I have watched a few couples fuck live on webcam, none of them came close to being as much of a turn on as this. 

 

‘Damn’ I thought, ‘I should have set up a mic too’, in my mind I could hear Shelly’s sexy moaning, she was never quiet during any kind of sex, and judging by the way she was squirming on Jason's hand now, she would be making all kinds of sexy sounds.  Shelly's legs were wide open now and I could see that she was rocking her panty covered pussy eagerly against Jason's hand.  Her own hand now was returning the favor, I watched as she reached between Jason's legs and massaged his cock through his jeans.

 

Her passion was obviously intense, she broke their kiss and laid her head back on the sofa to gather her breath. As she reclined, her hand never missed a beat, she continued to stroke and squeeze Jason's cock as she regained her breath - her eyes closed in pleasure.

 

I could feel my cock growing to match the bulge in Jason’s pants – well, almost growing as much anyway.  It was obvious that Jason’s growing cock was huge. Even through his pants I could tell that he had quite a unit, and Shelly was eagerly stroking it to achieve it’s full length. 

 

Having caught her breath, Shelly leaned forward and turned more fully toward Jason. I caught the lustful grin she gave him before she reached over with her other hand to unfasten his belt.  Her eyes were locked completely on his crotch as she released the button of his pants then lowered his zipper.  Jason continued to massage Shelly's pussy and she was relishing it. 

I had fortunately spent the extra $50 and bought a high quality camera.  With it I could see the flush of excitement on her cheeks and throat.  I had not seen her look this horny in a long time.  Her hands were quivering in either her own excitement or anticipation, as she reached into the open fly of Jason’s pants and stroked his cock, now only constricted by his underwear.  She appeared to be mesmerized by his organ. I had to admit jealously that it was impressive.  As she played more and more with it, the snake that he had trapped in his pants continued to grow. Easily two inches of it protruded out of the top of his underwear and Shelly was captivated by it. 

 

I felt somewhat embarrassed by my own six and a half inches. I had never had complaints, but it was obvious by Shelly's actions and expression that she really REALLY like Jason's huge cock.

 

Shelly, broke her gaze away from Jason's cock and looked at his face. She gave him that same slutty, horny smile then slid off of the sofa.  She nestled herself between his legs and bent over his lap.  Due to the camera position I could not see details, but it was obvious what she was doing. Her head began to bob slowly up and down in his lap. Jason's hand was on the back of her head and he leaned back on the sofa – MY sofa, as I watched my wife bobbing up and down  on his cock! 

 

It was crazy but this was a GREAT turn on for me and I felt my own passion rising.  Taking a quick glance to double check that my office door was locked, I slipped down my own fly to release my cock.  It was fully erect, and as soon as it was released from its confines I instinctively started to stroke it in rhythm to the view I had of my wife sucking Jason's huge cock.

 

Jason raised himself off of the sofa slightly, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and underwear, and slid them down his thighs.  Shelly took over from there and finished pushing them down his legs.  As she leaned back to toss his clothes aside, I saw the monster they had hidden. My god! It was huge!! Shelly now stood up and turning toward me, or the camera, faced her ass to Jason.  I saw her smile as she gazed unfocused in my direction raising her nightgown slowly up and off of her.  She turned around, looking over her shoulder, then lowered her panties down past her hips, then let them drop.

 

I could see Jason's eyes staring at my wife’s ass, she wiggled it at him, smiling with that naughty grin, then she turned her head to face him.  She backed up toward Jason bringing her naked ass toward him.  As she neared the sofa she half squatted, reaching between her legs to take his cock in her hand.  With slow and focused movement she held his cock as she lowered herself slowly down, down, down.  Her eyes were closed tight in concentration.  I was certain she was seeing how much of Jason’s missile she could get inside of her.  I was amazed, shocked, and extremely aroused as I watched her take half of it, rise up to relieve the pressure and then lower herself further and further down onto that huge cock. Her glazed eyes were opened wide as she worked on engulfing his organ. Shelly was oblivious to the fact that she was staring right at me as she looked with unseeing eyes and focused her attention on swallowing Jason’s gigantic member inside her pussy. 

 

With his hands on her hips Jason guided her as she tried to swallow him. With several stop and starts over two or three minutes, she had most of him inside her. She apparently wasn’t content with that however. She swallowed, closed her eyes tightly, I saw her mouth open in a squeal as she dropped herself the last inch or so, landing solidly on Jason's thighs.

 

 ‘Holy FUCK!’ I thought, she took the whole thing!!.’  Shelly stopped all movement as she grew accustomed to having Jason inside of her, then after a few moments started to grind her ass into him with a steady rhythm.

 

The sight of Shelly now rocking gently and steadily on Jason's cock was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.  I knew how wet my wife got when she was aroused and she was VERY aroused now. I could see in my mind’s eye the juices cascading out her pussy, over Jason's balls and leeching down onto my sofa off of his ass.  It was hugely exciting for me and I felt a drop of precum ooze from my cock as I watched this guy, who I barely knew, fuck my wife royally on my own sofa. Again I wished I could hear Shelly's vocalizations.

 

I could see her mouth moving and it was only from my memory I could hear her squeals and grunts. I never thought I would enjoy watching my wife so thoroughly enjoying fucking someone else, but I certainly was.  My own arousal was intense, I was mesmerized by the scene that had played out in front of me.  I was steadily stroking my cock now, and wishing I was inside Shelly's wet slit feeling its liquid velvet myself.  Trying to get at least some of the sensation I spit on my hand to lubricate my cock. I was rewarded with a great increase in my own pleasure.  I didn’t care now if I was at work, I knew I would cum watching my wife ride Jason. It was exciting to think that I was watching this all like it was a film, but knowing it was live – right now occurring in my own living room on my own sofa.

 

 Jason's hands were still on her hips as he helped her ride up and down on his cock.  She appeared to be comfortable now with his size and was taking longer and more forceful thrusts down onto him.  Her hands were on her thighs for leverage and she was bobbing her ass steadily now. Her head had dropped down, her chin near her chest, she appeared to be watching her hungry quim as she proudly rode Jason's great member, stroke after stroke after stroke. Her tempo soon increased  in both speed and intent.  She was fucking his cock now like a woman possessed.  Hard and fast she rode him for a couple of minutes, her head thrown back as she savoured him completely filling her.

 

Shelly slowed her thrusts, likely to prevent her own orgasm, then leaned forward raising herself slowly to her feet.  I saw her reluctantly withdraw from Jason, his cock slowly slipping out of her wet cleft . She had to raise up a long way before he was completely out of her. She half turned to him and I saw her lips move as she said something to him.  Jason rose off of the sofa as well.  Shelly now replaced Jason on the sofa except she positioned herself on her hands and knees.  Well one knee, anyway. She placed her hands on the armrest and one knee on the sofa. Her other foot was still on the floor when Jason slid in behind her. He too put one knee on the sofa and one foot on the floor and his hands were on her waist as he drew himself close to her. 

 

With a side view I now had a full appreciation of the enormity of Jason's meat.  If I hadn’t seen Shelly take it all inside of her I wouldn’t have believed it, but as big as it was, it couldn’t feel better to him than mine did to me right now.

 

Jason snuggled in behind her and Shelly visibly stretched her ass back to meet him.  He moved toward her, holding his cock in one hand, he guided it toward her like a lance. He stopped coming forward as the tip of his cock touched her slit. She leaned back further until his probing member split her lips.  Shelly’s pussy must have been now accustomed to Jason’s size. She held firm as Jason almost viciously shot his hips forward instantly burying his monster inside her to the hilt.  Her mouth opened in a cry of pleasure that I wish I could have heard.

 

My cock was oozing precum steadily now and with its lubrication mixed with my own saliva I was getting closer and closer to cumming. Watching my wife throw her ass back against Jason as he fucked her pussy hard was far more exciting than I could have imagined. 

 

Shelly was firmly grasping the arm of the sofa to brace against Jason’s thrusts as he rammed his huge prize into her over and over.  I knew Shelly. She loved it hard like this, and Jason was giving it to her like I only wished I could. 

 

Shelly raised her head and as she threw it back I saw the expression on her face.  I felt my cock jump in my hand as I shot my first wad of cum.  Shelly was deep, deep in orgasm.  I could see her quiver as she tried to control her motions while she bucked hard against Jason’s member.  I shot rope after rope of sperm onto my desk, my keyboard and myself as I watched my wife cum long and hard.  Jason held up his pace for Shelly as she rode him through her orgasm then as her gyrations subsided he pushed hard and deep into her.  He grabbed her hips and as he forced himself as deep into her as he could I saw his body twitch as he pumped his cum into my wife.  His orgasm set Shelly off again. She immediately began to push and convulse against him as he splashed her womb with his seed. 

 

Jason dropped his head down on Shelly’s back as his orgasm subsided.  Shelly too was justifiably exhausted from her own orgasms and she dropped easily down onto the sofa.  As she fell away from Jason his cock lazily popped out of her and I saw a gush of their juices ooze from her pussy to drip onto my sofa.

 

The mess they had made on my furniture was as bad as the mess I had made  myself on my desk and keyboard.  I sat now in my own ejaculate watching my wife relax in the afterglow of the sex she had just had with another man.  I was surprised to find myself not mad or jealous.  I was in fact still aroused, my still solidly erect cock a testament to the fact.  I wonder what Shelly would think if she knew that I was aroused by her fucking other men.  Would she let me watch her do it live?

 

Shelly, I saw, had still not had enough of Jason’s huge cock. She had already recovered from her orgasm and had taken Jason’s meat in her mouth.

 

Now, I thought, is the time to find out what she’d think of being watched.  I knew I could sneak in the house without her hearing me….  I began to clean up my mess so I could head home to watch my wife and her lover…….

 

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“Looks like a court day?” she said, half smiling.

Fred lifted the tie and said, “A tell-tell sign.”

“Come home early; I’ll make you dinner,” she said as she rolled over to go back to sleep.

Fred was one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. He ran a private practice with two secretaries that were busy at work when he walked in the office.

He greeted them and stood at the doorway looking at them as he sipped his coffee. Red was a redhead with big tits who could be really pretty if she’d just tone down on the makeup.

Joanne was thicker than Red, but in a voluptuous way. She had puffy blonde hair and some enormous breasts. She wore fake eyelashes and too much lipstick, but it gave her a sex appeal that was similar to Marilyn Monroe.

They were docile around the boss, but Fred had a feeling that they had a wild side in bed. The problem was that they were both lesbians, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

Almost every morning, he would do the same thing that he was doing right now: sip his coffee as his eyes danced up and down their bodies filming a mental, pornographic movie. He would imagine how they would look in their underwear and how they would look topless or even what color their nipples were.

It happened subconsciously, of course, and he never knew he was doing it until he would glance at one of their faces and catch one of them frowning or rolling her eyes at him. This time it was Red rolling her eyes at him so he headed to his office to meet with his client.

He sat at his desk. She was sitting on the other side with an attitude written all over her face.

“I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. I can’t stand the thought of seeing him again,” said Mrs. Jones.

She was pissed off because she was going through a messy divorce and she thought the case would be over the last time they went in. She was wrong. It got delayed because her soon-to-be ex-husband’s lawyer found a minor technicality that postponed it until today.

“We’ll be in and out in less than two hours,” said Fred trying to calm her down.

She stood and started walking to the other side of the desk. “Two hours?” she barked in frustration. “Do you know how long two hours is? Maybe I should take some Valium or something?”

Fred stood and grabbed her gently by the shoulders. “It’s his head that’s on the chopping block, not yours,” he said trying not to laugh at how overdramatic his client was acting. “And no Valium. I don’t want you looking like some drug addict.”

She looked him up and down. He was standing very close to her. It seemed to trigger something in her. Her anger disappeared immediately. She touched his chest lovingly and smiled at him.

“We don’t have time,” said Fred. He knew what she wanted. They’d been sleeping together since a few weeks after he began working on the case.

“To hell with them. Let them wait,” Mrs. Jones said.

Everything inside of Fred told him not to do it except for the few inches that were starting to stretch and harden in his briefs.

He returned her affection by tenderly touching her elbows and then her upper arms and then her back, which led to him pulling her closer and squeezing a handful of her tender ass. Their lips met and the room was filled with the sound of lips smacking together.

Fred sat in his leather chair. Mrs. Jones leaned on him and continued kissing as she helped him loosen his tie and get his suit jacket off.

She leaned back and felt the huge bulged in his thin designer pants. It was already hard, but the sight of Mrs. Jones in her green dress hiked all the way up to her thighs made it start throbbing as it jumped in her hand.

Fred kissed her as he stroked her long blonde hair and guided her head down towards his waiting prick.

She pulled his pants down and pulled his meaty cock out. Fred looked down and saw a head of blonde hair bobbing up and down as her wet mouth engulfed his cock whole.

“Ohhh,” moaned Fred as his semen shot into Mrs. Jones’s awaiting mouth. She swallowed it as it came out.

He gently grabbed her by the head, lifted it up, looked deep into her eyes, and gave her a long, wet kiss. Once he got himself looking descent again, he and his client went to court.

After Judy finally got out of bed she went straight to Jill’s house. Jill used to be just an acquaintance of Judy. They’d recently become best friend’s because they were both in dismal relationships.

They turned to each other for comfort, but they handled their problems entirely different. Jill, a blonde spitfire with huge tits and an insatiable hunger for sex, chose to look to other men to ease her pains of the heart, while Judy, demure in nature, coped with her problems by confiding in Jill and sulking in her sorrows.

“You’re not thinking about doing anything crazy like getting a divorce, are you?” asked Judy.

“No, of course not. Tom’s trucking business makes too much money,” Jill replied. “I’m just restless and depressed I guess.”

“You could try taking a vacation. Huh? You and Tom; go to someplace exotic? That usually works.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere with Tom. The spark just isn’t there. I guess I’m tired of him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“You know how a man gets so excited when you first start dating him? I guess I want to experience that again.”

Judy’s face remained passive, but she was getting excited on the inside. Jill didn’t want to leave her husband, yet she wanted to feel the excitement of a new relationship. That could only mean one thing.

“Well could you tell me about it at the store because I have to go grocery shopping?” asked Judy.

Jill smiled brightly, said, “As long as you do all the listening, I’ll go anywhere with you.”

They continued talking about ways to fix their relationships while they shopped. It turned out that Judy was right in her assumption that Jill was going to start having an affair. She’d been seeing one of the truck drivers who worked for her husband.

Judy wanted to hear every detail, but there wasn’t much to tell. They hadn’t done anything other than flirt because the driver was too afraid of losing his job to take a chance on having sex even though it was obvious that he was dying for it.

The majority of their conversation dealt with this topic, but Judy came up with a great idea to catch her husband’s attention before they parted ways. They stopped in a clothing store to pick up the right “tools” for the job.

Later that night, Judy showered and put on a very sexy lingerie set. It was black, laced, and most of it was see-through. The panties were thin and showed a generous amount of her pussy and ass. The pushup bra was a size too small so it could really accentuate her ample breasts.

To say the least, she was a knock out!

She called Fred to the room when she heard him come through the door. She stood with her back to him waiting for a reaction. She heard footsteps and felt his soft hands touch her shoulders.

She smiled knowing that her plan had worked. Her pussy started to seep her sweet juice, happy that her long drought was about to come to a close.

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and walked around her so he could face her. “You look beautiful,” he said.

“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Judy flirted.

She took a step back and lie on the bed. Fred followed a step behind her.

“Would you like to hear about last night?” asked Judy while sitting at the kitchen table at Jill’s house the next day.

“I’m all ears.”

“Remember the lingerie that you helped me pick out? I put it on for Fred…with all the trimmings. I wanted to surprise him when he came home from work. At first he pretended to be excited. But then that was all there was because he couldn’t even keep an erection. He’s really pathetic.”

“I’m sorry. Well what do you make of it?”

“I guess he’s just not interested in me anymore.”

“You can’t base that on a single occurrence.”

“I’m not basing it on one occurrence; it’s been going on for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t this bad before. It’s just hitting rock bottom now.”

Jill was quiet for a moment. She could see pain all over Judy’s face. She appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Jill had never been the type who listened very well, but now that she was really listening, she could see what horrible condition her friend was in mentally. Judy hadn’t been happy for a long time but Jill was too caught up in her affair with the truck driver to notice.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” She looked up for the first time. “Any suggestions?”

Jill laughed because Judy should have known better than to ask advice from somebody like her.

Judy looked out the window and said, “I think he’s having an affair. What do you think?”

“Isn’t that what it usually is?”

Judy arched an eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah, I just didn’t wanna admit it to myself.”

“You put him to the test and you’re facing up to it now.”

Jill was right but she didn’t want to throw her whole relationship away based on a hunch. She went home and decided to do some detective work. There’s no better place to search for information than from your husband’s best friend, who happened to be one of Judy’s closest friends too, so she called him over.

They sat on the couch and she thanked him for coming over. She wasn’t in a mood for bullshitting so she got straight to the point and asked him if Fred was having an affair.

Sid was shocked by the question and felt very uncomfortable. Judy and Fred were both his friends. He didn’t want to betray one to be loyal to the other.

“Fred’s my partner,” he said.

“Yeah, so? You and I go back a lot farther than you and Fred.”

“Yeah. We’ve been good friends a long time.”

“Very good friends,” she reminded him. She made it sound like he had an obligation to tell her everything.

At that moment, Sid couldn’t help but wonder how good a lawyer Judy might have been if she would have chosen law as her career. She could be very manipulative when she wanted something and she had the type of appearance, demeanor, and tone of voice that made people trust her within minutes of meeting her.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m happy to say that I have no reason to believe that Fred is seeing another woman.”

Shockingly, Judy’s expression grew sadder as the realization of what was happening set in. “I guess that means he’s just lost interest in me then,” she said.

“Why do you say that?”

“Shall I go into graphic detail for you?” said Judy, trying to salvage what was left of her sense of humor.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s just a phase he’s going through.”

There was a long silence while all the possibilities rushed through her head.

“You look great,” said Sid.

She flashed a genuine smile and thanked him. It had been a long time since anyone other than Jill had given her a compliment.

“You know, I don’t know anybody that has it together better than you,” he added.

“Then how come you were never interested in me?” said Judy with a rye smile.

“Who says I wasn’t? You’ve always had a boyfriend and plenty of guys standing in line.”

Judy’s smile brightened immensely. “So you’re saying you were interested in me?”

He didn’t like where this conversation was going. He only complimented her to make her feel better about herself. He wasn’t expecting to end up flirting with his best friend’s wife, but there was no turning back now.

“Everybody’s interested in you,” he said. “Including me.”

Judy’s eyes were wide open and her smile had stretched the width of her face. She was playing with her hair and fidgeting like a schoolgirl. “How come you never said anything?” she asked.

“Because when a girl likes a guy, he knows,” Sid said cockily.

“I guess so, but you were never the type for settling down anyway. You’re still not married.”

“Getting back to Fred—I’m sure whatever he’s going through is just temporary and he’ll snap out of it. I gotta go.”

They got up.

“Hey, thanks for coming over. I needed someone to talk to. I appreciate it.”

There was another uncomfortable silence until Judy broke it with a quick kiss on Sid’s mouth. She couldn’t look him in the eye after that. She was blushing and smiling and so was he.

“Thanks,” she said again.

Sid stepped around her and headed to the door. “Don’t do anything foolish,” he called over his shoulder.

“I never would…unless it was with you.”

Although he wanted to, he didn’t respond. He went straight to his minivan and waited until he was inside before he adjusted a very uncomfortable, throbbing boner. He didn’t want Judy to see him if she was watching through a window.

Up to that point, he had never given the possibility of having sex with Judy real consideration. The thought had crossed his mind on many occasions, usually during those wild nights that he spent with his hand and a jar of Vaseline, but he never thought it could happen in real life.

He reflexively turned the wipers on as the rain started beating down on his wind shield, but he paid the world around him no mind. He was lost in the mental images playing in his head.

The thought of making love to a woman like Judy—Hmmm.

“Are you okay?” asked Red.

“Yes, what made you say that?”

“I don’t know. I can sense something is wrong.”

“No, nothing,” said Joanne. Her face said otherwise. She was wearing a frown the size California and she hadn’t said anything all day.

Red asked repeatedly until Joanne gave in. “I love you so much,” Joanne said, “and I would just die if I caught you with another woman…” There was a slight pause, then she added, “…or man.”

Red knew her better than that. She wasn’t worried about other women. She was worried about men.

“I would never do that to you,” she pleaded and crossed the room so she could comfort her girlfriend.

“I know; it’s just that I’m so jealous. It’s the way you look at men. It’s like you miss them.”

Red was shaking her head before she was halfway done with her statement. “I love only you, Joanne. I admit sometimes I think of men, but I can never love a man, not even a little.”

“Then you wouldn’t do it with a man?”

Red laughed, said, “Of course, not. Maybe together and then we’d throw him away when we’re done.”

They both started laughing. They gave each other a quick kiss and went back to work.

About an hour later, Joanne looked up from her desk and said, “Let’s do it. I wanna make love.”

“I’d love to but we don’t have time. Sid could be back at any time.”

Joanne grimaced and said, “It’s going to be hell getting through this day.”

The phone started ringing Red answered it. It was Sid calling to check his messages and tell them he would be stopping for lunch before he came back to the office.

They got naked immediately, both of them with a huge set of tits that spilled out of their bras. Red leaned against one of the desks and raised a leg onto it, revealing her trimmed pussy with small red hairs covering it.

Joanne wasted no time dropping to her knees to get a taste. She was a lot hornier than usual. She loved having sex at work because it reminded her of their first time together.

She licked Red’s slit from her asshole to her clit and kept going a little further so she could feel her pubic hairs tickle her tongue. A few licks later, Red’s pussy was soaked and she was moaning in ecstasy. Joanne slid a finger in her and eased it in and out as she licked her clit.

“Oh, yeah!” cried Red.

She looked down so she could watch and an orgasm hit her so hard she almost slipped off the desk. Her legs trembled and stiffened and her pussy convulsed as it spurted hot juice into Joanne’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck me with your tongue!”

That, Joanne did. She swallowed every drop of cum she could. Her tongue never stopped its assault on Red’s hot clit. Sometimes she’d pull back and finger fuck so she could get a joy out of watching her lover quiver as one orgasm after another hit her.

“I want to taste you,” Red managed to mumble, so they trading places.

Red kissed Joanne passionately before she went down on her. She wanted to taste her own pussy juice, something she liked doing because it seemed so kinky and made her a lot hornier every time she did it.

She first discovered this when she would suck her own pussy juice off her ex-boyfriends’ cocks when she was dating men. Joanne didn’t have a cock so she had to suck it off her lips by kissing her repeatedly with tongues attacking until she couldn’t taste it anymore.

Joanne sat completely on the desk with her legs spread wide apart. Her pussy was trimmed a lot more than Red’s. It was tapered into a puffy triangle with a fat clit protruding beneath it.

Red opened her pussy lips and dove right into it. It was already soaking wet and shining as Red dipped her tongue into the pool of love juice inside of it.

She gyrated her tongue on Joanne’s clit and slurped at it.

“Like that!” screamed Joanne.

She tossed her head back and savored every moment. She knew they had limited time and having sex at work was her favorite place to have sex. Opportunities were rare because someone was always at the office, so when one came up, she really let herself go wild.

She felt a finger enter her pussy followed by another. She looked down and saw Red pulling both fingers out and sticking them in her mouth to suck the juice off, and then slide them back in.

Joanne’s cunt was tingling madly now. Both women were talking nasty to each other as Red slid both fingers back inside her.

Her tits were so big and they were driving Red crazy. She started licking her pussy again.

“Make me cum on your tongue!” pleaded Joanne. “Ohhhh!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Ohhh…myyyy…gooooood!”

Cunt juice was spilling into Red’s mouth like a waterfall. Joanne grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her face deeper into her hot nest while she thrust her horny pussy at her mouth.

She waited for this orgasm to cease before she pulled her up and gave her another kiss so they could share in each other’s juices.

They got dressed in a hurry, opened a window to let the office air out, and went back to work as if nothing had happened.

They finished just in time because Fred walked in with his client about three minutes later. She looked pissed and he didn’t look too happy either. They went straight to the office without saying a word.

“I can’t believe we have to go back again!” barked Mrs. Jones.

“His attorney is being very aggressive.”

“Aggressive? He’s being an asshole! He just wants to make me miserable! You gotta do something about this!”

She was right, thought Fred. He did need to do something about this, not because it was his job to win for his client, but because he was getting so sick of her bitching all the time and putting such a ridiculous amount of pressure on him as if he was some kind of miracle worker.

That’s when an idea popped into his head.

He said, “I’m gonna put a private investigator on this. Maybe he can come up with something that we can use as a bargaining chip.”

“Just do what you gotta do. Make sure you keep me out of court and away from that bastard.”

Judy went back to Jill’s house after Sid left. She was dying to tell her everything that had happened.

“So do you think that I always wanted to sleep with Sid?” She asked.

“From what you tell me, yes,” Jill replied.

“That’s my husband’s partner; I must be insane.”

Jill flashed a devilish grin and said, “But it’s also very exciting, right?”

There was a part of her that wanted Judy to cheat just because she was planning to do it and both of them cheating would give them more to talk about.

“Doing it to someone new,” continued Jill, “can give you a real high. I have someone new on the horizon too.”

“What?” asked Judy, excited?

“He’s a truck driver that works for my husband.”

“He works for your husband! Isn’t that cutting it a little close to home?”

“You should talk,” said Jill.

“Hey, just because I’m crazy doesn’t mean you have to be,” she joked. “So does he know how you feel about him?”

“No, but he’s been stealing looks at me when I go and see Tom. He tries to be discreet but he can’t help himself. Oooh, it turns me on to watch him squirm whenever I’m around.”

They both giggled. “You and me are a real mess, you know that?” said Judy.

“Maybe, but so what? We gotta live.”

“That, we do,” said Jill.

Back at the law office, Sid was pretty much doing the same thing. Judy was all he could think about. His cock stayed hard all day. He decided to go home to his “friend,” Samantha, to get his mind off of her.

Samantha was a beautiful blonde with a shapely figure and great personality. She was far younger than Sid and still in college.

Just being around her wasn’t helping so he made love to her. They sat on the couch snuggling when it was over. It didn’t last as long as usual and Sid was very quiet. It was just the two of them breathing and holding each other while they stared at the wall.

They both had something on their mind that had been eating away at them so Samantha decided get hers out in the open. She looked over her shoulder and said, “This probably isn’t the best time, but are we ever going to be anything else to each other besides just living together?”

Sid looked away. He thought it over and said, “Do you mean what I think you mean?”

“Yes. That taboo subject called marriage.”

“Well, I haven’t really given it much thought and I wasn’t aware that you were thinking about it either.”

“How can I not think about it? I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you too but it doesn’t necessarily mean we have to get married.”

She sat up and said, “It means a long-term commitment.” Sid didn’t respond. Frustrated, she said, “I’m sorry I brought it up.” She got up and left.

With everything that’s going on in my life, thought Sid, I don’t need this shit.

It had been a long day, but night came at last. Fred and Judy were lying in bed. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Fred was wondering if she suspected anything yet. Judy had just grown disgusted and fed up with him.

He never touched her ever and it made her mad because she knew Sid wouldn’t be lying there like a pussy if he were in bed with her. He’d lay her flat and eat her pussy after shoving his dick in her mouth and then fuck her silly.

Her pussy got hot thinking about it. Her mind was made up. She was going to fuck Sid the next time they were alone together.

As usual, she met with Jill the first chance she got and told her about it, but Jill had a story that was far more interesting.

She had borrowed Judy’s house to have sex with that truck driver and fucked him all over the living room. She sat there and gave Judy a blow-by-blow description of everything they did, every minute detail.

It sounded like Jill had had a lot of fun. With every word that came out of Jill’s mouth, Judy tried to imagine herself doing the same thing with Sid. It turned her on a lot, and Jill could have sworn she saw Judy playing with her pussy under the table at one point.

“Would you do it again?” asked Judy.

“Hell, yeah. I love being desired by a man with a high sexual appetite.”

“But what about a relationship?”

“That’s what I got you for.” They both started laughing.

The telephone rang. It was Sid on the other end. Her heart skipped a beat. This was her chance to make something happen but she didn’t want to talk about it with Jill around. Luckily, Sid asked to see her so she didn’t have to.

“The door’s open;”she said, “come on in and lock it behind you.” They hung up.

Judy was nervous, eager, and excited all at once. Jill got up and left hoping that her friend would have a story of her own to tell in the morning.

Judy wore the exact same outfit that she was wearing the night she tried to seduce her husband into having sex with her. She waited in the bedroom for Sid to come in.

She was really nervous now that she was going to go through with it, but Sid set her mind at ease. He was calm and gentle with her. He treated her like precious gem from the beginning.

Sid pulled her in close and kissed her while he touched her tender, warm flesh. Judy’s lips were a little tense at first, but she loosened up quickly as a wave of tingles trickles through her chest and belly.

She reached for his zipper. He reached for her bra straps. They were both naked in a few minutes, and when Sid saw how well Judy was built, his tender affection quickly turned into an animalistic lust.

He already knew Judy was beautiful, but he had no idea she looked this good naked. Her tits were a lot bigger than they appeared when they were snuggled behind a bra; her waist was thin; and she had curvy hips and a succulent, juicy pussy with tapered, black, pubic hair.

Judy saw the change in his facial expression. It scared her at first, but she started to feed from it after a few seconds of staring into his eyes. Her inhibitions were totally gone and replaced by a wanton desire to be fucked and degraded.

Sid led her to the king-sized bed. He lay on it with his legs wide open. Judy crawled between them like an animal—keeping her eyes fixed on Sid—opened her mouth, and latched her lips around his swollen cock. She was in a bent position with her head down and her ass stuck high in the air.

Sid’s cock was average, not too big but definitely not too small, just the right size for great oral sex. She could almost deep-throat it every time.

It smelled of soap and tasted of salty pre-cum. She slid it into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat and rose up with hard suction until it popped out to her mouth. She let her tongue slide along the vein, then turned her head sideways and massaged his cock with her soft lips before swallowing it back down again.

She looked up and saw Sid with his head back, eyes rolling into the sockets, and mouthing words that were barely audible. His stomach was tense and he was digging into the bed with his nails.

Happy that she was giving a good blowjob, she started sucking him faster and stroked his meat with hand. She slurped it harder and had his whole pelvic area as well as her mouth, chin, and the lower part of her nose, covered in saliva.

Her pussy was steamy wet. As if Sid could read her mind, he pulled her mouth off his dick, motioned her to turn around, and slammed it in her horny nest.

It was a little painful at first because Judy hadn’t been fucked in so long, but she adjusted to—or just ignored—the pain and rammed her ass back at him, forcing his cock deeper inside with every thrust.

Judy lost all the strength in her arms. Her head fell to the bed, putting her at an even better angle to get fucked. Sid held onto her by her butt cheeks and pounded at that sweet pussy until he felt an orgasmic tingle forming in cock.

He wanted it to last longer, but it was like he couldn’t control his body anymore. Between the sight of Judy’s ass, her arched back, and the sound of her screaming at the top of her lungs, he was powerless to slow his pace or do anything else that would prolong their erotic encounter.

He pulled out and let his cum fly. Every drop landed right on her ass and dripped down to her pussy and asshole. Sid used his cock to spread it around, smearing it on her asshole and pussy hole.

Maybe I’ll get pregnant, Judy thought, smiling at the possibility. It would serve my husband right.

Sid leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. She rolled over and they started kissing some more, both with happy smiles on their faces.

“That was wonderful.”

“Yes. It was,” said Sid.

“Let’s do it again?” asked Judy, and it was on for the second time.

It wasn’t as good as the first, but it was still nice, and at least Judy got to have her pussy licked this time after they wiped all of Sid’s cock juice out of it.

They took a shower together after they were done. They parted ways after some small-talk and Judy fell right to sleep.

She woke up about two hours later and went to Jill’s house. Jill was all smiles listening to her friend’s story. She felt closer to Judy than ever because now they both had a naughty little secret in common.

Judy and Sid hooked up again the following day. This time they had sex all over the living room.

When they were done and cuddling on the couch, Sid said, “For my sanity’s sake, we’ve got to tell Fred.” His conscience had been eating away at him since yesterday but he still couldn’t resist having sex with Judy.

Judy said, “I know. I will.” There was a long pause, then she looked up and said, “Will you marry me?”

Sid laughed, but then he realized she was serious. He thought about it. It made sense. They did love each other, sex was good even it they’d only done it twice, they never disagreed on anything, and they’d known each other for a very long time.

He accepted.

When he left, Judy showered—alone this time—and called her Fred. She told him she needed him to come home because she needed to talk to him.

“I need to talk to you as well. I’ll be right home,” said Fred.

Judy’s stomach was twisting and turning the whole time she was waiting. Every minute seemed to fly by. She was terribly anxious about how this would affect Fred, and if they would remain friends when it was over.

She felt ashamed for cheating on him because she wasn’t even a hundred percent sure he had been cheating on her. After all, what had Fred actually done besides not making love to her? Nothing. It never crossed her mind that the reason he was celebate might have been because he was busy at work trying to provide a good life for her.

She was so guilt-stricken that there were a few times when she had to wipe away tears while she waited. She kept having visions of her poor husband working long hours to keep food on the table while she was at home fucking his co-worker like a slut.

She nearly had a heart attack when she heard the living room door open and shut. Fred came into the bedroom a few seconds later. Neither of them could look at the other. Fred paced the room as he undid his tie.

Judy decided the best way to do it is just to blurt it out, but Fred beat her to the punch. Just as she had worked up enough courage to say something, Fred started pouring his heart out.

“This is not easy for me to say, Judy,” he said. “I love you more than anything in the world, but I’m gonna be honest with you regardless of the consequences.”

That was all Judy needed to hear to know that her assumption was right. Fred had been having an affair. She wasn’t angry though. On the contrary, she was happy. There was no need to feel guilty anymore. They were even now, and at last, her husband was being honest with her, which was what she’d wanted in the first place.

“I’ve been having an affair with a client,” continued Fred. “Look, it’s the one time I’ve been unfaithful to you. It was purely physical, not that that makes any difference.”

It was true. Mrs. Jones was a sexy woman and she kept throwing herself at him, especially when the case was going good. Before he called home earlier that day, he had just gotten finished having sex with her again. As a matter of fact, that was the reason he decided to confess to Judy.

He’d just won the case for Mrs. Jones. She got a settlement of more than $2 million. It made her particularly horny and she started seducing him once again.

It was a wild fuck in his office and it wasn’t just a blowjob this time. There was dick sucking, pussy licking, fucking on the desk, in the chair, and doggy style standing up, and Mrs. Jones even took his condom off so he could cum in her mouth.

She didn’t make any effort to keep quiet either. She was moaning loud enough to wake the dead the whole time. Joanne and Red were giggling at them when they came out and that’s when he realized things were getting out of hand and he needed to regain control of his life.

A few minutes later, he was on the phone with Judy. Now he was standing two feet from her waiting for a response.

“I wasn’t sure, but I had my suspicions,” Judy said finally.

“I don’t know why I did it. You’re the best wife a man could ever have.”

Not quite, though Judy.

Fred sat on the bed with her and said, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. You gotta give me another chance. Please. Give it some thought. If you want me to leave the house now, I’ll understand.”

“No, I don’t need you to leave but give me some time to think, okay?”

He left the bedroom and Judy began to think. Forgiving him wouldn’t be a problem. She had already done that. What she needed to think about was who she wanted to be with. Just a few hours ago, she was supposed to be divorcing him so she could marry Sid. Everything had changed in the blink of an eye.

Fred was gone when she woke up the next morning. He’d slept on the couch.

The phone rang. She checked the caller ID. It was Sid. She picked up the phone and held it to her ear without saying anything.

“Are you there?” said Sid.

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell him?”

“No, I didn’t tell him. Sid, I love you and I love Fred too, but I’m married to him and that’s a commitment that I have to keep.”

He was quiet for a long time while he gathered himself together. “I’m disappointed but I expected it. I understand.”

“Thank you for understanding. Thank you for not making it too difficult for me.”

“At least you finally flirted with me,” Sid joked.

“Hey, at least you were finally about to make a commitment,” Judy joked back. Seriously she said, “You’ll always have a place in my heart.”

“Ditto for me, Kiddo.” They hung up.

Sid didn’t move from that spot for a long time.  His life seemed empty now.

He’d won Judy and lost her that fast. The other love of his life, Samantha, was completely moved out because she didn’t want to be “just living together” anymore. She walked in the house and sat down across from him.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” said Sid.

“I didn’t want to leave without telling you goodbye,” said Samantha.

“You’re all moved out and everything?”

“Yeah,” answered Samantha. “I found a nice single apartment.”

Single, thought Sid. Funny how that word rang in his head and left such a negative impression.

“You leaving and everything—it takes some getting used to.”

“Yes, I know. Are you alright?” asked Samantha. Sid didn’t look very well.

“No I’m not alright. I want you back.”

“What?”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m very confused.”

“Well, I’m not for once.”

“What’s going on with you?”

Sid got up and sat beside her. he held her hands and said, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, but tell me what’s going on.” She was happy about the proposal, but very confused. Sid was so against marriage he was willing to let her go so easily as if she never meant anything to him, and now, all of a sudden, he was ready to get married.

“I’m ready to make a commitment to you; that’s what’s going on,” said Sid.

“Really?”

“We can go to Vegas and be married in two hours.”

“Is this for real? Can I scream for joy?”

Sid nodded and said, “Scream.”

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   SHE APPEARED TO BE ABOUT 40  5'5" 220 LBS WITH A VERY BIG ASS  AND WAS WEARING PURPLE SILK PJ SHORTS WITH A MATCHING BUTTON DOWN TOP THAT JUST HAD TWO BUTTONS THAT WERE VERY LOW, SHOWING MORE THAN A LITTLE CLEVAGE.  "HOW DOES SCOTCH SOUND?"  "OH HONEY YOU KNOW MY FAVORITE!" SHE SAID EXITEDLY.  IT WAS A HOT DAY, ABOUT 95, AND I HAVE ONLY ONE ROOM WITH AC, THE BEDROOM. "IT IS LIKE AN OVEN IN HERE, DO YOU HAVE ANY COOL AIR?"  "ONLY IN THE BEDROOM." I REPLIED.  HESETANTLY, SHE AGREED BUT ONLY TO COOL OFF A LITTLE.  AS WE PASSED THROUGH THE KITCHEN SHE ASKED FOR A REFILL.  "THIS STUFF IS LIKE CANDY TO ME.  MY NAME IS VICKY BY THE WAY, WHAT IS YOURS?"  "BILL" I ANSWERED.

  AS WE ENTERED THE CRAMPED BEDROOM SHE NOTICED THE ONLY FURNITURE WAS THE DESK, AND THE BED.  "WHERE CAN I SIT?" SHE ASKED.  "WELL THE ONLY CHOICES ARE THE FLOOR OR THE BED" I ANSWERED.  AFTER A COUPLE OF MINUTES, SHE WAS ON HER FOURTH SCOTCH.  "IF YOU WANT TO RIDE THAT BIKE HOME, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SLOW DOWN A BIT"  "ITS SO COOL IN HERE I MIGHT NOT WANT TO GO TILL THE LAST MINUTE."  WITH THAT SHE STRECHED OUT ON THE BED AND ROLLED CLOSE TO ME PRESSING HER TITS INTO MY HIP.  "I DONT THINK YOU'LL MIND.  WILL YOU?  BESIDES IT FEELS SO GOOD IN HERE AND THIS BED IS SOOO SOFT, BUT THESE SWEATY PJ'S ARE SO DAMN STICKY!"  AND RIGHT THEN SHE STOOD UP AND IN ONE MOVE SLIPPED OUT OF HER SHORTS AND RIGHT BACK INTO THE BED.  "I LOVE THE FEELING OF NICE COOL FRESH AIR BLOWING UP BETWEEN MY THIGHS" AS SHE POSITIONED HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE VENT AND SPREAD HER LEGGS TO FEEL THE COOL BREEZ ON HER SHAVED SLIT   "AND I KINDA LIKE SEEING YOU ENJOYING THE BREEZE.  LETS GET THAT SHIRT OFF SO YOU CAN FEEL THE BREEZE ON YOUR NICE BIG BREASTS."  "YOUR TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME ARENT YOU?" SHE ASKED.  "NO MA'AM I AM SEEING THIS NICE LOVELY LADY GETTING NAKED ON MY BED, I'M JUST TRYING TO FUCK YOU!"  "THEN WHAT'S STOPPING YOU"

   WITH THAT I WASTED NO TIME UNDRESSING AND POUNCING ON TOP OF HER. OUR LIPS EMBRACED AND TOUNGS INTERTWINED.  WITHOUT WARNING SHE REACHED DOWN LINING MY THROBBING COCK WITH HER WET CUNT.  WITH ONE VIOLENT THRASH I WAS ALL IN.  "OHHHHHHH" SHE SCREMED AS I MUTILATED HER PUSSY I FUCKED HER LIKE SHE WAS THE LAST WOMAN.

  I STOPPED AND ROLLED HER OVER FACE DOWN "FUCK MY PUSSY TILL YOU CUM IN ME"  SHE CRIED. I HELD HER ARMS BEHIND HER BACK AND USED HER LIKE A PIECE OF DIRTY MEAT. 

  AFTER ABOUT TEN MINUTES I ERUPTED A RIVER OF HOT JIZ INTO HER SUCKING SNATCH UNTILL WE BOTH WERE JUST UNABLE TO MOVE. 

   AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR SHE SUMMONED THE STRIENGTH TO GET DRESSED.  AS SHE WALKED OUT ON THE PORTCH SHE DRIBBLED THE OCCASIONALCUM DROP THROUGH HER PJ'S   "WANT A SMOKE TOMARROW?" I ASKED.   "NO ,BUT AS SOON AS I CAN HANDLE IT AGAIN ILL STOP BY FOR A SMOKE BREAK"

I looked away.

It had been a long, long time since anyone had noticed me this way! I was thrilled. I looked up and caught his eyes again. There was something about a man with black hair and blue eyes... Sexual tension jumped between us like a grasshopper. I was not sure if I wanted to grapple it into submission or let it spring away to safety. The bus jostled and I pretended I wasn’t staring.

He grinned.

"You like taking the bus?" I ventured. Most commuters didn’t speak on the bus; it was an unwritten code of conduct.

"It’s fine with me, especially when the scenery looks fabulous."

Outside, the weather slid into the standard Seattle drizzle. Cold and grey. He wasn’t talking about the view outside.

"The scenery looks pretty good to me today, too," I said quietly.

"What?"

"Oh, I was agreeing that the scenery looked amazingly nice for such a dank day."

"A dank day, huh?" He chuckled.Oh, I liked the way he laughed! He had an ease about him that I was immediately drawn to. He was someone I could imagine in my life--stepping from the shower, pulling biscuits from the oven, curled against my pillow. I evaluated the briefcase, the Dockers, and the simple shirt he wore with "Boeing" embroidered on the pocket. Wholesome. Amazingly trustworthy.

I smiled, thinking thoughts that would never be considered wholesome nor trustworthy. There was something about the way his eyes sparkled. Something compelling. I wanted to smell the back of his neck.

"You work at Boeing?"

"I’m an independent contractor, but I did a job there last year. Right now, I’m troubleshooting the network system at Starbucks."

He looked too young to be working hi-tech, but that was the new Seattlite. Smart ones went to school in Silicon Valley then moved to the Seattle area and worked in computer-driven jobs, making insane salaries.

"You take the bus all the time?" If he did, I’d certainly never noticed him before. With those incredible blue eyes, he would certainly have turned my head.

"I do when I have to work the hours I’ve been working lately. If I commute, I don’t have to fight the traffic. I can use my computer during the hours I’m in transit, which I can’t do if I drive."

"Makes sense." I shuffled my bags, sitting up straight. He glanced at my chest, looked down the rest of my body, and raised his eyebrows. He liked what he saw! I shifted in my seat, assessing. I couldn’t help but hold in my stomach. He didn’t look like the type who would pick up strange women.

"What about you?" he asked.

"What?"

"You take the bus often?"

"Three to four days a week, but I don’t always ride the same one."

"I usually ride a lot later," he said, smiling, "but I am glad I caught this one today."

I thought his smile would swallow me whole.

I flipped back open my book and stared at the print. What the hell was I doing? This was harmless, wasn’t it? He was still watching me! I creased the corner of the page I was reading. I had read it five times but couldn’t remember a word. He smiled. I looked away. Rain formed on the windows and trickled down in streaks. I couldn’t help it. His glance formed on my soul and I wanted it to saturate me.

The bus stopped at the Tacoma Dome Station. I wasn’t ready for the ride to be over.

I stepped off the bus. He followed. I noticed he was over six feet tall.

"What’s your name?" he asked.

"Karen. And yours?"

"Jeff."

"Well it’s nice to meet you, Jeff."

"I’d like to do more, if it’s okay with you." Jeff remarked.

"Huh?" I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. I couldn’t have heard him. It was one thing for me to imagine what he was thinking. It was quite another for him to actually say it. "What do you mean?"

"I mean--all I got to do was look. I’d like to touch."

Oh, I’d like that too , I thought. My stomach quivered. I forced composure, imagining it smothering all these crazy impulses. "I’m married," I blurted, certain the announcement would squelch the possibilities and put the conversation back into a conventional context. I’m married, aren’t I? For something like this, certainly I was married. My live-in boyfriend Matthew decided a month ago that since we’d been together seven years, we might as well be married. He told me that as far as he was concerned, we were married. Common law. We’re committed to each other and we have joint accounts, he said. Matthew said that was good enough, might as well be married. But I wasn’t used to thinking it. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I’m married.

I didn’t feel married.

"So am I," Jeff admitted. "I’m married too. That won’t be a problem. It’ll mean that we both have a reason to be discreet."

He didn’t care! I wasn’t sure what to do. You want to screw around, even though you’re married? I glanced at his left hand. Sure enough, there was a plain gold band.

My hands gripped so tightly around the straps of my tote bags that nails bit into my palms. I dropped the bags and opened my hands. I looked at Jeff. "What exactly do you have in mind?" As if I didn’t know.

"Well, this time of day, it would be easiest to get a motel, don’t you think?"

Shit oh dear. I blushed and looked at the cement. There was some kind of quartz mixed into the sand they had used to pour the concrete and now that it was wet, the sidewalk shimmered. I looked at him again. "You do this often?"

"Not at all. Never. It’s just that I’m really attracted to you, and I don’t take that lightly. You have wonderful eyes." He spoke not like a come-on, but like it was simply a matter of fact. If it sounded like a hustle, I would have turned on my heel and went on up to my car. But because there was something different about him, the fact that he looked so comfortable and spoke so directly about what he wanted, I stood there swallowing it up. Uh-oh. His eyes devoured me. I didn’t know why I was looking! I’d better go.

As common sense kicked in, I grabbed my bags and walked into the parking garage. My car was parked three flights up. Jeff followed without speaking, not pushing, not expecting, just following. I stumbled on a step. He put his hand out to catch me.

"Thanks." I said, and kept walking before I dared myself to spin and tell him just how adorable he really was. My heart raced. It felt so delicious to have torrid, outrageous thoughts about sex in the afternoon. Hot, sultry sex on the way home from work. Who would know? No, I told myself. I would know.

"Where’s your car?" I asked.

"Fourth floor. I drive a truck."

At the third floor, it was all I could do to turn and walk away from him. "Enjoyed meeting you!" I called.

"Maybe I’ll see you again." He skipped a step and continued up the stairs.

I was shaking. I put the bags into the trunk and pulled my wallet from my purse. I considered driving my car to the other side of the parking garage where I could see the exit and watch for his truck to descend the ramp. I wanted to follow him. I picked at my bottom lip.

I started the motor and backed into a space where I could watch the cars coming down from the upper levels. After a few minutes, I saw a Dodge Ram Pickup. It had to be his.

I waved.

He slowed to a stop in front of me. He rolled down the window.

"A hotel?" He mouthed.

I nodded. My hands felt clammy against the steering wheel. I had to swallow because there was no moisture left in my mouth. I’d never done anything like this!I almost couldn’t help myself. He looked so wholesome. So wonderful. I wanted to run my hands through his black hair. I wanted to kiss his mouth and stick my tongue inside. I wanted to feel his cock inside my body. I wanted to know how he sounded when he came.

He drove out of the parking garage. I followed him to a Day’s Inn in Fife.

I waited in my car while he went and made arrangements in the office. I wondered what name he was putting on the register. I wondered he was paying and if he’d have to account for the money to his wife. I even wondered if he would write it off as a business expense. It felt shameful to think of myself as some man’s business expense.Karen, you little slut.

What the hell was I doing? I kept an eye on the cross traffic, wondering if anyone I knew would notice my car. I didn’t think that Matthew ever came this way, but what if he did? How would I explain myself? I dug for a piece of gum in my purse and nervously snapped it while I waited for Jeff to come out.

I watched him walk down the sidewalk to Room 114. He opened the door with one of those programmed credit cards. I put my gum in the ashtray, pulled my coat collar up around the back of my head and crossed the parking lot to the room. He pushed the door open to let me in.

Inside the room, it felt suddenly uncomfortable. We were both looking at watches. Was your wife setting the table, waiting for you to get home? Were your kids in the yard, hoping you’d come home and toss a football? I felt arrested. I didn’t know if I could go through with this. He was risking his marriage. I was risking Matthew, who would be destroyed. I would have to keep this afternoon secret for the rest of my life. For the rest of my life. No matter how exciting this would be, how lit up I got, how amazing and unbelievable this was, I could never tell another soul. Could I keep a secret forever?

Jeff took off his jacket and set it across the back of the standard-issue hotel chair. He had surprisingly muscular arms for the type of work he did. He was really going to do this. He was really going to cheat on his wife. Shit oh dear.One look into Jeff’s devilish eyes, and I melted. He had a twinkle that I couldn’t resist. There was something about that black hair with uncanny blue eyes...unusual...almost unnatural. So hot I wanted to eat him alive.

I took off my coat and placed it over his. My hands were shaking. I felt him looking at my bod. I felt like a bug under a microscope. Do something, please.Jeff pushed a strand of hair out of my face and trailed his fingertips along my cheekbone. He kissed me, so intense. It shook the foundation of my being. It was the sort of kiss that I hardly admit that I do. Matthew didn’t kiss me that way. Jeff wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight. Then he sank down into the chair and I collapsed into him, giggling nervously. I wanted to rock his world.

I felt challenged. Would I be as wild, as wonderful as his wife? In a matter of seconds, I made up an entire history for the woman he was cheating on. I reasoned that she had to be fabulous, after all this gorgeous hunk married her. But certainly she was dull in bed. Why else would he cheat? That had to be her downfall.

I imagined that she was willowy and tall, wore patent leather shoes with pennies in them. She probably wore slacks, even around the house, and preppy turtlenecks. She probably majored in accounting and kept her kitchen immaculate. With all that to measure myself against, I felt like I had to make sure I was going to out-do her. I had to be incredible in bed. I really wanted to impress Jeff. And the only way I could, the only moment I had with him was this one. This one unique, stolen moment in time. Complete serendipity.I wanted--no, I needed–to be more exciting than his wife. I wanted to be the most awesome fuck he’d ever had. I wanted him to go home and remember me--to remember this afternoon--and smile. No matter where he was, if thoughts of this afternoon passed through his head, I wanted him to smile. I wanted him to think, Oh that was one fucking amazing piece of ass!

Okay, Jeff, ready or not, here I come.I leaned into the sweet smell at the back of his neck and nuzzled there, tasting and kissing, before I came around the front and licked the stubble across his chin. Jeff’s button-down shirt was a bit of a challenge to unbutton (with my teeth, anyway) but I was sure with patience and persistence, I could get it undone. I used my teeth and tongue to wrestle each button away from its buttonhole. I kissed my way down his shirt. The bottom ones were harder to get leverage against, so I cheated a little and pulled his shirt away from his chest. Jeff splayed his legs out. I could tell by the swell below his belt that he was ready.

Let him wait. This was my one time to cheat, my sole indiscretion. I wasn’t going to rush. I took my time unfastening his brown leather belt and pulled it away. I attacked the button on Jeff’s jeans with my fingers and unzipped and yes!--Jeff’s sweet dick curled upwards and pulsed against his belly, straining to get out of the confines of his cotton briefs. At least seven inches. Omigod!I moved his legs a little to indicate that I was going to pull off his pants. Jeff shoved them down to his ankles and poked his dick through the gap in his drawers. What? C’mon man, I’m not going to fuck through your clothes. What if he wanted me to bend over, push the elastic to the side, and do me through my panties? Yuk! That would not be amazing. I was not going to risk both our relationships over a quickie on an overstuffed chair. Fucking me through my panties, I’m just sure! The elastic would drag against the length of his cock. And what if it left a mark for his wife to find at home tonight? Oh no, that’s not going to happen. I leaned over and pulled his shoes off, then removed his pants. And his underwear.

I wanted Jeff’s undivided attention. I spun around and lifted my dress off over my head. Jeff could see how the back of my thong slipped up between my ass cheeks. It rode low on my back. I unfastened my bra and dropped it on the floor. My shoulders were soft and inviting. I leaned forward and slipped off my panties, nice and slow. I kicked them to the side. I sat down on his lap and felt his dick bulge against my bottom. It poked into the crack of my ass, straining. Oh! I loved the way I could feel his dick, so hard, twitching anxiously. I shifted and opened my legs just enough to slide his cock tight between my thighs. I kept myself clean-shaven, and his dick poked up against the front of my pussy. Dicks always had such unique personalities! Jeff’s wasn’t anything like Matthew’s. My smooth pussy folds fit around the head, and it peered out like a groundhog. I wondered if Jeff’s wife had a bare pussy.

"Tell me about your wife."

"Huh?" I felt tense thighs sag into the chair below me.

"No, I mean it. I want to know what she’s like."

His penis started to shrivel and sink into nothingness.

I started grinding against him. Stay hard, I thought. You have to stay hard. That cock’s too delectable to have it fade away...."I want to out-fuck her," I said, all breathy, hoping my dirty talk would make him crazy. "I don’t get to have you, Jeff, but for a minute. And you don’t get to keep me afterward. But while we share this stolen time, I want to be the hottest thing you’ve ever had. I want to fuck your brains out."

"Uh...uh, she’s just normal. Nothing special." He said. "Brown hair and glasses. She likes to read. We have a baby and she’s redecorating the baby’s room. To make it look a little older...for a toddler."You have a toddler? Shit oh dear. Thinking about out-fucking his wife was a complete turn-on, but now there was a toddler... Snap out of it, Karen.

I eyed his softening dick. Even now, it was larger than the cock I was used to. And frankly, I went this far, and I wasn’t going to have him turn into a shrinking violet. No more talk about the little wife.I turned and faced Jeff. I threw my legs over the arms of the chair. I moved my hands down to spread out my wet, pink slit. The pale outer lips peeled away to reveal my inner labia, all purplish. I was ridged like chewed bubble gum. I started petting my clitoris just inches from his face. My pussy was drenched. I’d been soaked since first seeing him on the bus. Juices seeped down my thighs.

"You want some of this?" I tentatively inserted my forefinger into my cunt. It came out glistening.

His eyes were locked on my pussy. His dick perked back to life.

I don’t usually get this wet all by myself. I was really turned-on. I wanted this man.

I wrapped my hands firmly around his shaft. My smooth, slick thumb glided across the swollen head. He pulsed. Yes!

I climbed down on the floor between his legs. I spit on my hands and wrapped long fingers around the length of his shaft. I started sucking the head. Just the head. This was going to be such a treat, I was going to take my sweet time. I traced circles around his balls while I sank his cock deep into my mouth. I loved the way he hit the back of my throat, like he was the perfect size and shape for me. So much bigger than Matthew. I slid Jeff in and out. I stroked the ridge behind his balls. My tongue pulsed against the base of his penis. When he pulled out, I lapped at the top of him, stroking diligently with the slight texture of my tongue. I loved having him inside my mouth! I settled in to suck more, a little harder even, and then when he pulled back, there was an uncomfortable slurping sound as he resisted the suction. I felt his hand push at the back of my head. I opened my mouth wide and slid down, my tongue flicking frantically. This time he slipped just into my throat. Oh, I wish I could take you that deep every time! I was self-conscious of my teeth–I’ve never had my wisdom teeth pulled. And I wasn’t used to anyone filling my mouth so completely. No matter. Jeff’s hand was at the back of my head again, and he started to set a pace of up and down, up and down. He probed as deep as he could go.

Gasping, I pulled off suddenly, abruptly enough to make him tremble. Breathing heavy, I strained for the air I needed. He wanted my mouth on him again, and started to force my head. I was making him crazy. I gulped and sank down on his huge organ. It extended clear into my throat. I swallowed and pushed a little harder, the tip dragging against the super-sensitive skin that had never been touched. I almost gagged. I choked, the muscles clenching around his girth. Oh no, I was certainly too tight, my teeth too close! I could hear him catch his breath, then he dared to thrust it into the spongy tissues in my throat again. He shoved past my reflex, then I could rock him in and out of my oral cavity. Fuck my face, Baby, fuck my face!Jeff thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He dipped past my wisdom teeth into my throat time and time again. Oh it felt wild to have him so deep in my throat! I knew I would be hoarse in the morning. I couldn’t do this to Matthew. Matthew didn’t take nearly this much room. My face felt so full! I could smell the slight musky smell, unique to Jeff. I loved it. I wondered if his wife could take the full length of his cock. Does she swallow you, Dear? He kept fucking my face.

I felt him getting harder and harder. I thought for sure he was going to cum. No! I needed to slow it down. I didn’t want him to ejaculate before I could ride the thing! He was so much bigger than Matthew. He was going to feel incredible inside my cunny. I stood and turned. I put one foot on each arm rest and crouched down over his erection. I slid him inside my pussy from behind and kept my feet on the armrests to push. I did squats up and down on his lap, his goddamned dick opening parts of me that hadn’t felt a man before. Omigod! How I loved a nice, thick dick. I loved the way he fit inside of me, stretching all the way to knock against my cervix. I could feel a little ping of sharpness every time I dropped down his full length and the head of his penis tapped that sensitive spot. Oooh, it was good! When I slid up, I slid down hard, my weight slamming against his hips. I knew from behind, he could see my grasping cunt muscles clenching his thick cock. Oooh, it felt so so good. My breath started to catch, and I kept rocking my hips up and down, steering him into the front of my vaginal wall, against my G-spot. Omigod.

"Uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn," I moaned, groaning with each motion. In my head, I started counting. Matthew would have come by now. I hardly had a chance with him. But Jeff was hitting me in all the right places. Hitting it just right. And with his extra volume, my cunny felt so full, so brimming with dick. "Uh-uhn-uhn-uhn."

Forty-nine, fifty....I didn’t think I could do squat thrusts much longer. It wasn’t that I was in such bad shape, but it really didn’t take this long to get Matt off and I wasn’t used to the extra exertion. Fifty-nine, sixty...

Jeff picked me up. Suddenly I was airborne. Omigod! I couldn’t believe he could support my weight. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t one of those lithe, darling things that could ride up and down a man’s pole like a pro. He wrapped his arms around my front and lowered me to the bed. I crouched on my hands and knees. He scarcely lost a stroke. He started pounding me from behind, doggy-style.

Omigod! Now I knew I was going to come. I arched my back so my ass was square against his lap. I could feel the scratch of his pubic hair as he slammed me from behind. He stood behind me, coming at me from beside the bed. Matthew was too short to do me with me on my hands and knees on the bed!

Jeff was ruthless. His breath started catching, he was making groaning noises and sighed every time he sank his full length inside. From that angle, he was jamming it good against my G-spot and I started to cum. I screamed and gripped the bedspread. "Oh-Oh-Oh-Omigod. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

And he did. I started clenching and shaking from the force of my orgasm. My cunt muscles closed around him like a vice. He leaned down, put his fingers over my clit and started diddling. "Oh!" I screamed, and the cum started pouring out. "Oh–Oh shit. Omigod. Oh shit!" I started spasming. I was wound tight, coiled like a spring. My toes curled involuntarily. The force of my orgasm surprised him, and he lost his rhythm for a moment while I continued to cum, clenching and arching, slamming against him.

"Fuck me more. Please, keep fucking me." I begged. I was all wet, kneeling in a puddle of cum, but I didn’t care. I wanted it as long as he could give it to me.

It wasn’t going to be much longer. My cunt felt hot and so slippery against his shaft. Jeff straightened his back and jammed it in particularly deep, as deep as it could go. I bent forward and tensed, feeling so full of his good, hard cock. Ride the wave, I thought. I started backing into his pole, tightening my PC muscles. I felt his cock buckle, and he shouted, "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it!" I felt the glug, glug, glug of the load of cum as he spurted inside.

After a moment, he pulled out. The string of semen stretched from his cock head to my vagina. I fell on the bed heaving, my forehead sweaty, my hands and knees drenched with cum.

"I have to shower," he said after a few minutes. "Then I guess we have to go." He glanced at his watch again.

To hell with what it might or might not have meant for him. It was the fuck of my life.

It was all I could do to leave. Twenty minutes later, I climbed into my Toyota Tercel and drove to the Dairy Queen.

I needed ice cream.

Somehow I managed to order. Butterflies raged inside. Omigod. That was fucking amazing.

The cone came with the chocolate coating still warm. Drops of white fell from the cone into my blouse and trickled between my breasts. I imagined Jeff licking them away with a deft, warm tongue. Shit oh dear.

 I saw Jeff one other time, about two weeks later. I got on the bus and saw him sitting in the very back seat. Talking to one of his co-workers. I sat down in the seat next to him, and I smiled. I had to look distant, like I didn’t know who he was.

After we got on Interstate 5, his friend dozed off. Jeff had his jacket laying casually across his lap. I reached underneath. I worked his zipper down. I loved how my hand perfectly cupped his dick. Neither of us said a word. I jerked him off under the coat. He laid his head against the neck rest and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth when he came, but he didn’t make a sound. I felt his cock jerk in my hand, and the jizz dribbled down like a candle. He looked at me with a crazy grin in his eyes. I wiped my hand on a Kleenex from my sweater pocket and opened my book. We didn’t speak.

Unfortunately, I never saw him again.

our clothes came off and my hard cock went into carolyn's pussy.

we were at it for an hour. carolyn was screaming deeper. fuck me deeper. and we kept saying we love each other.  jen got a key at the desk and walked in on me and carolyn as we were fucking the shit out of each other. i was pounding her plump thighs so hard the room was shaking. carolyn i love you

  after her depature (few seconds) i filled my last order, so with spare time on my hands i took out the trash.  on my way accross the back parking lot i noticed her getting in her car, a nice very expensive bmw.  after emptying the can, i stopped for a cigarette outside the back door.  she got out and started walking towards me.  she said "are you the cook here".

"yes ma'am" i replied

"were you running the kitchen by yourself?" she asked with curiosity

again i said "yes ma'am

she looked at me with suprise as she responded with "i see the waitresses stuffing lots of tips in there pockets, but not you. how about this."

she took me by the arm and led me toward her car while still talking.  "that was the best meal i have had in a long time, and you look like you work too hard"  she opened her purse, "here she said" 

"no ma'am, i couldnt possibly" i replied thinking she was going for money

"dont refuse till you see it" she spoke with a flirty voice

  she handed me a key on a nice keychain. the keychain had a gold tag about the size of a credit card.  ingraved on one side it said "tenth floor"  on the other side "28 C".

"what's this for" i asked acting a little dumbstruck

"this is a key to my houseboat, and i am offering it to you for the night. the engine isnt running but a night there is very relaxing. when you leave leave the key" 

  i pondered for a sec, im 25 single with nothing to do on a friday night.  "okay. why not" as i took the key she said  "enjoy the tip, you'll have a blast there"

   after work i made record time home for a change of cloathes and my sack of weed, and to the marina.  its about a hour ride on my bike, out in the sticks.  i arrived at almost 2:00, and started down to the dock. i had a hard time with the slip number, and after getting lost a couple of times arrives at my final destination for the evening

  it was five times bigger than my appartment, 2 stories, patio on the roof, plus its own waterslide.  i used the key, and slid the door open. it was like the hilton. i walked through a living area and kitchen on my way to the bar wich was fully stocked.  i poured a drink and went to the recliner drink and bottle in my hands.

after half a bottle of hennessee i was out cold, thinking of the absent lucious host.

  i woke as the sun was rising the mext morning, starving.  i walked to the porch for some air.  when i stepped out i was shocked.  where is the other boats?  where is the dock? where the fuck am i?  i said to my self  "how did i get lost on the lake when i didn't go anywhere."

  "I thought one nights rest was'nt enough, so how about two."

wasting no time i replied "cool, i was thinking about calling in today anyways."

   she was wearing a thin tan robe over her baithing suit that all i could see was a neckstrap that almost perfectly mached her tan.  she took me around the lake untill almost dark, when we were several miles away from anywhere, and far enough from shore we couldnt hardly see it. when asked about the engine, she smiled and changed the storyto herself and the boat.  she told about her workaholic husband who is cheating on her. how he owns a office building that has nine floors, so he does other meetings on the tenth floor (the boat).

just after dark she made a really nice dinner.  a large steak, with baked tater, and a cold beer in a large frosty mug.  she was spoiling the shit out of me. as i feasted on rare meat and beer, she went upstairs for a moment and returned soon there after. she promtly asked  "do you want desert?"  i replied "i dont think i have room" eating the last bites from the plate.

  "i think you can handle it"  as i turnet to see she was gone, her robe laying on the floor slightly drug towards the stairs.  i finished my bite wipeing my face as i started up the spiral staircase.   when i arrived on the second floor the back door was slid open a little. i stepped out to the dimly lit patio.  no one there, but hanging on the ladder to the sundeck was her baithing suit, so up i went.  finally, with no higher to go, here she is wearing only a smile.  she was layng on her belly. with a popsicle that she was teasing with her full wet lips.  my cock stood up so fast it almost knocked me over, taking the leg of my swim trunks with it.  the last 5 or 6 inches was sticking out going higher than my waste band to my navel.  she smiled when she seen it then licking her lips when she noticed i was'nt trying to cover it up.

  "arent you a little hot in those shorts, loose them and feel the night air."  wasting no time, and almost ready to spew a load i tore my way out of them as i got tangled in the net lining.  she giggled and purred like a cat.  her eyes got wide as she saw me in the full moonlight.  all 10 inches standing for inspection for her pleasure. she sighed in a sultry tone and said "this nice young man has sneaken a monster on board.  i have only seen cocks like that on black men on tv."  

   she stood and took my hand leading me to a large footon on the front side of the deck.  she sat me down gently pushing me on my back.  her hands were rubbing slowly and lightly across my chest as her tight breasts occasionaly grazing my cock.  when she worked her way down, keeping eye contact, she whispered "it has been over a year since my husband has touched me, and i cant remember the last time i let him go without a condom. he does them sluts without protection.  i want it like that but not from him"   just then she embraaced the head of my cock and started stroking softly.  i couldnt hold back. berore warning i squirted a huge shot that splattered between her silky tits and splattering on her jaw. she pointed my cock at her chest straddling one of my legs. on the third shot, she moaned loud as i felt her pussy squirt on my legg like she just pissed on me.  

    she rubbed my jizz over her titsas she strolled over to the edge.  "cum this way" as she dove in the water, with me close behind.  she swam to the ladder climbed up, and said (i'll meet you in the master bedroom, then ran inside.

   as i went through i grabbed two large brandi nightcaps.  in a moment, i was sitting on a large sofa in the bedroom in front of a fireplace.  from the bathroom i heard her say,  "turn off the fire and the lights."   when i did it was pitch black.  i heard her footsteps on the carpet as she entered the room.  suddenly four blacklights, one in each corner, light up and her skin was glowing.  she was wearing neon pink fishnet stockings, garter belt, and thong panties undernieth a nearly transparent skin thght nightie.  she whispered "i want you to fuck me like a trashy little cum slut. anything you want, use me like a piece of meat."

    she stood on the sofa straddling me. she pushed her crotch to my nose grinding her hips. i reached up stroking her thigh, her sweet juices dribbling down her leggs.  she slid down my chest straddling my lap.  her breathing was heavy and she was quivering so hard she was her own vibrator.  she started grinding her hips on my throbbing cock.  she started moaning as her lips reached around the shaft of my cock. i was stroking her breasts, and she began to buck furiously as she came in a flood.  i felt a hot wave of her nectar splash in my lap running down and pooling under my ass.  she whispered "it feels like humping a wine bottle" 

   "so this is how you treat a piece of meat"  she asked.  with that i grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while chewing on her neck.  with one motion i grabbed her ankle and flipped her onto the floor.  she landed hard, with a giggle she replied "oh yes hurt me daddy".  i jumped on her like a savage. i couldnt stand it any more.  we kissed slopily slobbing all over one another. 

  i picked her up very forcefully, and slammed her down on the coffee table. then rolled her on her stomace, holding her arms behind her back.  i positioned my dick (now swolen as big as the big end of a ball bat) in her face  "open your fucking mouth bitch"  sheparted her lips and i forced my cock in her throat, and began brutally fucking her mouth.  i rolled her over on her back and continued fucking her mouth as i pulled her thick tight leggs back pinning her leggs while holding her wrists.  she gagged and choked, but i never slowed down.  she passed out and her throat relaxed.  with one last violent thrust i ramed my pole balls deep as i came like a river while sucking her pussy. when i came she woke and squirted buckets, while choking on my cock.

when i pulled out my boner was still raging, round 2 was on.  i lifted and threw her on the bed. i ripped off all her slut wear  except stockings and garter.  she struggled against me as i rolled her to her stomoch forcing a large pillow under her hips.  "are you ready to become a cum dripping trailer slut"  "be gentle your so big"  she cried as i slid the tip in her pussyhaving to force it in. she was sloppy wet but nothing nearly this big ever went there before.  i forced the tip in as she cried in pain and pleasure at the same time.  after the head i violently rammed all the rest in til it bottomed out in her womb with almost half left to go.  she screamed like it was her first time as she gushed her juice out around my cock.  i started fucking her slowly ramming her harder and harder goimg deeper and deeper with every violent thrust untill i was all in. she started to relax and enjoy the feeling of my monster cock destroying her deprived pussy.  i started hammering harder and faster with long deep strokes. she reached back and pulled her cheeks wide and pushed her hips out to open herself to me.  "yes ohh ohh fuck me destroy my cunt.  tear it apart.  i want my husband to think a horse has been in here. make it loose for his little dick fuck it its you cunt fuck me daddy"  she was thrashing violently bucking like a horse being raped.

  i fucked raped and demolished her pussy for three hours before suprising her.  i was pulling all the way out and stabbing back in when i pulled back and stabbed my cock balls deep in her unsuspecting virgin asshole.  she screamed like she was shot and passed out. she was out for about four minutes.  while she was unconcious i brutally fucked that tight ass and slid the neck of a wine bottle in her ass with my cock untill i felt it tear. i removed the bottle, and kept fucking her destructed ass. when she woke with a scream i asked, "your asshole  is as loose as a dirty trailer whores giant pussy."  "ohh god your tearing me in half.  i love it!  do that to my cunt. my husband thinks it is his but make it fit you."   i pulled out and rolled her over to her back she stretched her leggs apart and put her feet behind her head.  "stab me with that horse cock fuck me like you are raping a whore"  i fucked her with all i had for what seemed like forever tied like a prezel and not getting any looser.  at almost daylight she was so weak she couldnt move. and i was ready to blow.  "where do you want me to cum?"  "cum inside me make all of it go deep. i have never felt cum inside me  make it leak out of my eyes"

  with all the striength i had left i ramrodded her like a dirty fucktube wile she screamed  "fill me cum cum cum ohhhh make my sore cunt a jizz bag OHHHHHHHHHH"  and boy did i.  with one last stab i bottomed out in her still tight pussy, and let my seed fly.  "FIRE IT FUCKING BURNS" i pumped her full with enough to drown her. i gently pulled out and a stream flowed out of her beaten cunt.  i laid on the bed and fell asleep. 

   when i woke a few hourslater she had gone downstairs.  she was using a pair of crutches and wearing a towell like a diaper.  she looked like holy hell.  her titties were solid bruses with bite marks all over her body.  her pussy and thighs were purple while her asshole was tore so bad she couldnt completely stop the bleeding.  despite the hard ride, she was glowing with fulfillment. 

she greeted me with "what do you say to the married woman"

"i duno. what"

"happy annaversary"

  when we returned to shore she said "this really is your pussy. ill come by for breakfast really soon"  then we can do it again.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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