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Rob sat holding the newspaper thinking about things he had said to Sherry about a divorce and moving out here. He sat thinking what it was inside that made him suggest such a thing. Most men would have given up as soon as another man had entered the picture like John.

Maybe deep down inside, he was punishing himself for cheating on her. He thought back to the days of their marriage. Rob loved to take her out to the clubs to show her off. She was his trophy wife! He was always proud of her wherever they went. Men would always stare at her and drool.

Rob kept questioning himself why he was doing this. Rob read stories on the internet about husbands that loved to watch their wives with other men. Rob had read stories where the husband ate out his wife’s pussy after having sex with another man.

This just wasn’t about sex. Sherry was in love with another man. Rob went over the facts. He was black and much bigger and stronger then himself. John was very well endowed and a good lover from what he saw.

Perhaps Sherry was indeed paying him back but he loved it! It was something different that stimulated his desire to play a submissive role with Sherry. Maybe this brought out his deepest, darkest fetish.

Yes. Rob could leave at any time and go back home and start fresh. Perhaps there was a glimmer of hope she would take him back. Rob couldn’t deny that he was extremely aroused Friday night both watching and eating Sherry’s pussy.

Maybe it was a sick thought but he couldn’t wait to see what he would experience once John arrived.

Sherry touched up her makeup while she thought of Rob’s crazy idea. She thought he was joking at first but knew he was serious when he kept insisting they see an attorney first thing in the morning.

She heard the doorbell ring. “Rob. Can you get the door? I’ll be right out!”

Rob nervously got up from the chair and adjusted his shirt. Rob had been debating how he should act with this gay thing. He decided he’d just be himself. John wouldn’t know the difference.

He took a deep breath and opened the door. John was standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

“Come in. You must be John?”

John walked through the door starring at Rob. “You must be Sherry’s friend? Uh . . . I don’t believe she mentioned your name.”

Rob extended his hand out. “It’s Robby. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.”

Rob couldn’t get over how tall and large John was. He didn’t get this close last night so it was hard to imagine how huge he really was.

Sherry came walking out of the bedroom with a huge smile on her face and walked toward John and gave him a kiss as he gave her the flowers. Rob felt strange as another man kissed his wife just a few feet away.

John stood back and smiled at Sherry. “Oh . . . We . . . Looking hot tonight!”

Sherry smiled. “I’m going to put these in water. Why don’t you sit down and get acquainted while I’m in the kitchen? I’ll fix us a drink too!”

They sat down in the living room as John sized Rob up. “So. How long have you known Sherry?”

“It’s been about eight years now. We met in college before she got married.”

John starred at Rob trying to figure him out. “Excuse me for speaking so bluntly but Sherry mentioned that you are . . . Uh . . . Gay?”

Well. Rob couldn’t blame the man for getting right to the point. “Yes.”

“It doesn’t bother me but I’m relieved to know that about you. What are your plans? Do you plan on staying here for a while?”

“Sherry and I were just having a little discussion about that before you got here. You see. I’m planning on moving out here and Sherry offered to let me stay here with her until I got settled in.”

John laughed. “Well. Sherry didn’t mention anything about it to me but I suppose it’ll be all right. Are you sure that your gay?”

Rob laughed. “You don’t have a thing to worry about with me staying here!”

Sherry walked in with the drinks. “What are you guys laughing about?”

John smiled as he took a swig of the drink. “Robby here was just telling me that he might be moving out here soon and your allowing him to stay here with you?”

Sherry nervously laughed. “Yeah. That’s right.”

Sherry sat down next to John on the sofa. He put his arm around her and held her tight. John looked over at Rob again. “I suppose it’ll be all right for a while. Oh . . . Uh . . . We didn’t keep you from getting any sleep the other night did we?”

Rob nervously laughed. “Uh. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.”

The evening progressed with more drinks and Rob and John was beginning to feel more comfortable. With John it may have been more of a tolerance for Sherry’s benefit. John had his paws on Sherry the entire evening which made Rob uncomfortable in that aspect.

Sherry was in the kitchen preparing their tenth drink of the night. They were all feeling effects from the liquor and getting very loose. Sherry walked back and gave everyone a new drink and almost fell on Rob when she Escort bayan leaned over. Rob caught her and helped her stand up.

John laughed. “You might come in handy around here!” He laughed again! “Do you wash cars too?”

Sherry had a little trouble sitting back down next to John and laughed when she bumped his knee and almost feel on the floor. John reached out and grabbed her hips.

“Come on over here and sit on my lap, Princess!”

She giggled as she backed up and sat across his lap and put her arm around his neck and gave him a kiss. Rob watched as they smooched and laughed. Sherry was just about purring like a kitten as she stuck her tongue out and licked circles around John’s lips.

John quickly glanced at Rob and smiled. “Sherry can never get enough chocolate.”

Sherry was acting silly and giggling as she put her hand near his neck and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and started to rub his chest. She kept kissing his face.

“I like chocolate pudding too!”

John playfully replied as he squeezed her waist. “You like chocolate pudding pie!”

Sherry giggled as she reached for his hand on her waist and raised it and placed it on one of her boobs. John began squeezing it as they kissed.

“You gonna give me some chocolate cream for my pie?”

They playfully kissed as he kept squeezing and massaging her boob. “Mm . . . Yeah . . . Pinch my nipple to it feels so good, Darling.”

Sherry yelped when John pinched too hard. She giggled and starred at Rob. “Robby likes this shit, don’t you Robby?”

Rob felt like crawling under the cushion of the chair as John was smiling at him. “You like to watch, Robby?”

Sherry giggled and butted in before Rob had a chance to reply. “Yeah. He does! He likes whipped cream vanilla pie with chocolate on the inside too, isn’t that right, Robby!”

John chuckled as he starred at Rob and began to burst out laughing as he replied. “I don’t know about you guys or what you do behind closed doors but I don’t swing that way. I’m really sorry about that , Robby!”

Rob wanted to turn into something else at that moment. Sherry was so drunk that she was letting everything slip out in a joking way. Rob began to worry what else Sherry might say to John.

Sherry kept peeking his lips with little kisses and smiling and giggling at John. She moved her hand to his face and started touching his cheek and his wide fat nose as she kissed his lips.

“I have something exciting to tell you, Darling.”

John’s eyes were all glassy as he smiled at Sherry. “Um . . . You have a surprise for me, Princess?” John slipped his fingers under her shorts at her leg. “You gonna give it to me now?”

Sherry kept acting silly as she giggled. “I’ll give you that later. I have something else to tell you about!”

Rob sat there worried as to what she was going to say next. John’s hand was trying to squeeze up her shorts as she wiggled around on his lap to give him more space. He finally reached his destination with his fingers.

“Mm . . . I like that!”

“What was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“I’m going down town tomorrow to see an attorney and file for divorce!”

John got so excited he pulled his hand out from inside Sherry’s shorts and hugged her tight. “Oh. Wow! Do you really mean that?”

“Yeah . . . I knew you would be excited!”

“Excited! …Yes, I couldn’t be any more excited!”

Rob watched as they got quiet and starred at each other as she played with his chin. Sherry began licking his lips and moved down and bit his neck.

“Ouch! ….Hey, I’m going to get you back!”

Sherry giggled. “No. I have to see an attorney in the morning and I don’t want hickeys on my neck!”

John chuckled. “Princess. Nobody’s gonna find this bit!”

They kissed as Rob watched their tongues mingling. They stopped kissing again and Sherry was whispering in John’s ear. Rob imagined that they wanted privacy and decided to go out into the kitchen and make another drink for himself.

“I think I’ll go out and get myself another drink.”

They hardly noticed Rob get up and leave. Rob stood in the dark kitchen and poured whisky into his glass. He opened the freezer and got ice and stood in the dark looking out the window. He must have stood there for ten minutes just thinking about seeing a divorce attorney the next day.

Rob was still starring out the window when he felt hands on his waist which scared him until he turned around and saw Sherry standing next to him. It was dark but he could see her eyes very clearly as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an open mouth kiss.

Rob held her tight and the kiss was long and warm. This was the most affection that Sherry had shown to Rob since he came out to visit her. Rob noticed Sherry’s boobs pushing into his chest. He held her tight and held his hand on top of her head.

Sherry kept her face against Rob’s chest as he wondered where John was and pulled her far enough Bayan escort away to ask her that question.

“Where’s John?”

“John’s changing into something I bought him for his birthday. He should be out soon.”

Rob started to panic and Sherry saw it in his facial expression. He didn’t want John to come out and catch him with Sherry in the dark.

“Honey. Don’t be frightened of John. I told him I was coming out here to talk to you.”

“Sherry. You told John all those things about me wanting to watch and about cream pie.”

“Honey. I only wanted him to get comfortable with you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Sherry moved closer and rubbed Rob’s shoulders. It made him that more nervous as he watched the doorway for John.

“Rob. Stop being so frightened. John likes you! What do you think of him?”

“He’s big!”

Sherry laughed. “He lifts weights every day.”

Sherry saw the glass of whisky sitting on the counter. “Honey. I think we all had too much to drink tonight. Why don’t you come back in and sit down. John will be out soon.”

“Well. Maybe I should go to bed. I suppose John has something else planned tonight.”

Sherry put her arms around Rob’s neck again and started to kiss him. She was very drunk and acted silly as if it were a joke. “Honey. Didn’t you tell me you wanted to watch us?”

“Sherry. I can’t do that knowing that John knows I’m watching.”

“Robby. Don’t worry about John. I’ll keep him so busy that he won’t even remember your in the room with us.”

Sherry acted devilish as she kissed Rob on the lips and hung on him like a rag doll. Sherry slipped her hand under Rob’s shirt and rubbed his waist. “You just wait here for a few minutes and come into the living room and sit back down where you where and leave everything up to me.”

Rob was still nervous. “Sherry. I don’t know if I should be doing this. John’s twice the size of me!” Sherry kept rubbing Rob’s chest. “Robby. John doesn’t see you as any sort of threat. He’s much more afraid of you because he thinks your gay. Now if you want to have all of this work out then your going to have to be brave.”

Sherry gave him one last kiss and hurried out to the living room. Rob thought she was acting very strange. He knew she was drunk but just didn’t expect what she was doing. He turned and picked up the glass of whisky and drank it down. Rob figured he was going to need that when he got out to the front room.

Ten minutes! It was time to take a look. Rob walked into the living room but nobody was there. There was a pair of red satin boxer short laying on the floor. They must be in the bedroom!

Rob stood outside the bedroom door and slowly looked around the corner. Sherry was sitting on John’s face. She was straddled across the top of his body and licking his cock. John had his face buried in Sherry’s pussy and couldn’t see Rob walk in. There was a bench at the end of the bed where Rob sat down. He was only about three feet from Sherry face.

Rob could tell that Sherry knew he was there but she didn’t even look at him as she skillfully licked John’s cock. She’d stop now and then as John worked his tongue in her pussy and moan. This was the first time Rob had seen a black cock this close. He knew it was big when he saw it the other night but he starred at the detail now and noticed the large veins and the wide width of the head..

Sherry placed her mouth over the head, it was about all she could get in her mouth. Rob was shaking from being in the room so close watching his wife as she passionately worked on another man’s cock.

Rob sat in a daze as he starred at the way Sherry moved her mouth and tongue around it. She laid one hand on his thigh and the other was wrapped around the thick base of him. Her fingers were tiny and slim. Her nails were painted red and were long.

How could he accept this? His cock was hard and pushing against his pants. Rob took his hand and felt his bulge and wanted to play with himself. Sherry moaned loud and Rob starred toward her butt and saw John’s big black hands holding it above his head.

Rob kept starring and studied Sherry. Her white skin was extremely contrast to John’s. Rob never gave it much thought about black men before but John was very dark. His skin reminded Rob of coal. He was so black. Rob knew that’s what aroused him so much about watching Sherry with John.

Inside Rob’s mind it was dirty and taboo, maybe because of the way he was brought up or just the way society viewed it. Whatever it was stimulated him sexually.

Sherry acted so differently tonight. Sherry went from being as cold as ice toward’s him and acting as if she were in love with two men. As much as he drank tonight, he knew that Sherry’s mind had been affected by all the booze as well.

Sherry was stretching her hand out as she kept her eyes focused on John’s cock. Without lifting her head she waved her fingers at Rob to come closer. Rob reached out and took hold of her free hand and she started Escort pulling on him.

Rob panicked, not wanting John to catch him. He starred toward Sherry’s butt and only saw John’s black hands on her hips and heard his mouth slurping on her pussy. Sherry’s eyes closed for a few seconds as she took in what John must be doing to her.

Sherry pulled Rob close to her face and lifted up and indicated she wanted a kiss. Rob carefully lowered his face until his lips touched his wife’s. Her lips were warm and wet as she poked her tongue into his mouth. He gave her his as they remained kissing for a few seconds.

Rob finally moved his face away a few inches and starred into her eyes. Sherry silently mouthed words to him. “I love you.”

Sherry’s body tightened as John must have touched her clitoris. She closed her eyes and focused on John as Rob let go of her hand and sat back down on the stool. God! He just thought about how close his face was to John’s cock!

Rob watched Sherry lift herself and scoot forward until John’s cock was touching her belly. Sherry tilted her head down as her long blonde hair shifted blocking most of Rob’s view but he could see her lift up and reaching down to grasp John’s cock.

Sherry shook her head until the hair adjusted again and Rob could see her face as she arched her head up as she tried to mount John’s big cock. Sherry’s hand was down between her legs holding onto John’s meat. Her body was rocking and Rob figured she was moving her pussy lips over the head and waiting for the right moment to allow him to pop inside.

“Ah . . . ” It happened! He must have poked inside because Sherry gasped and her body tightened and her rocking slowed down as her eyes remained closed.

“Ah . . . Yeah . . . Slow!”

Sherry moved her hand away and put them both on John’s big thighs and leaned forward with her eyes still closed and her mouth wide open. Sherry’s little butt was slowly rocking as John held her hips.

Rob figured John’s cock was slowly working its way inside Sherry as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.

Sherry spoke in almost a whisper with her mouth wide open. “Ah . . . God . . . Yeah . . . Slow . . . Good . . . “

Rob could hear the wet noise Sherry’s pussy was making as John went in and out. Rob wished she had sat on him the other way so he could see it going in but the expression on her face said it all!

Sherry was moving up and down consistently now. Her breasts were swaying and John seemed to be guiding her with his hands on her hips. Sherry was breathing hard as she exhaled each time the cock was pushed inside.

“Ah . . . Uh . . . Yeah . . . God . . . Yeah . . . Uh . . . Oh, Yeah . . . So . . . Good . . . Uh . . . “

Rob moved his head to look at John but he had closed his eyes while holding onto Sherry. Rob made a bold move and reached forward and held one of Sherry’s boobs. It felt hot and sweaty but soft. Rob moved his hand to the other boob and squeezed it too. It felt strange touching his wife while another man gave her pleasure with his cock.

John was banging much harder as his hips raised off the mattress. Sherry was biting her lip with her eyes closed and didn’t seem to pay much attention to Rob’s hand on her boob. John moved his hands and he was trying to get her to turn around now.

Sherry dismounted John and quickly turned around and straddled his legs and held her hand on his cock as she slowly mounted it again. There it was! It was the view that Rob was waiting for! John’s big hands held onto Sherry’s butt as she arched her back and pushed herself down on that big pole!

Rob leaned forward being careful not to touch John’s feet and starred at Sherry’s pussy at how it was stretched around that big cock. John ruined her with his size! How could she ever be satisfied with a smaller cock! His cock glistened from their combined juices.

John bounced her up and down until he grunted and slapped his thighs up against her butt a few more times then held her tight until every last drop of his seed shot deep inside her womb. Rob was surprised that Sherry didn’t cum.

Sherry was leaning forward and Rob heard them kissing. A couple minutes later she started to slowly lift her butt up until John’s cock slipped out with a plopping noise. Rob watched as the thick white sperm dripped out of Sherry’s pussy and lay at the base of his cock. There must have been enough to fill a tablespoon!

They were still kissing and Rob figured this would be a good time to make an exit and walked to his room. He quickly pulled off his clothes and got into bed and started to play with his cock. He was so aroused and wanted to cum himself.

Rob was startled when Sherry walked through the bathroom door and caught him playing with himself. Rob had fear written across his face wondering where John was! He watched as she quickly got onto the bed and leaned over to kiss him. Rob tried to push her away in fear that John would come in and kill him.

“Where’s John?”

“Don worry, he’s going to sleep. He has a meeting first thing in the morning.”

Sherry tried to kiss him again but Rob tried to hold her away from his face. “What if comes looking for you? You better go!”

“Honey. Relax. Don’t be afraid!”

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Hello there, this is Valerie once again.

The other day I was relaxing nude, outside in my hammock in the backyard while soaking up a few rays of warm spring sunshine when from somewhere back in my mind I suddenly remembered something that happened to me way back in 1973. It was the first time I got naked in front of a man besides my husband but he was there to see it too. It happened in the spring of 1973. We got married when I was 18 and he was 20 years old. My husband, Darrin, and I had been married for about a little over a year at the time it happened. First, let me go back a couple weeks before the event happened to set it up first.

Darrin was in the Air Force at the time and we had gotten a phone call about 2AM one morning and he was told to report to his plane A.S.A.P. He was the Crew-chief of a KC-135 cargo plane and all they could or would tell him was that it was taking off in about 2 hours for a flight and to bring all his flight and travel gear. Well, I took him to the flight-line gate and the flight crew was just getting there. We knew the pilot because he went to our church. Darrin kissed and hugged me while squeezing my ass and then got on their bus to the plane. I didn’t see or hear from him again for a week and a half. Oh, the life of a military wife!

When he returned, he told me that he and Greg, his asst. crew-chief, made quick stops at 6 different air-bases in the U.S. plus made a quick stop in Hawaii and finally stopped on the island of Guam all in just 30 hours. Their passengers unloaded and then boarded a chartered commercial airline there. They had picked up 38 officers ranking from Captain to full bird Colonel, all having to do something with the Vietnam peace talks in 1973. He and Greg stayed and waited at Anderson Air Force Base on the island of Guam for 5 days for them to return.

He and Greg discovered Tarrague Beach the next day; he said it looked like one of those picture postcards you see of tropical beaches. He said the first day there, Greg got talking to this girl in the smallest bikini he had ever seen. My husband said he finally got the courage to ask the girl where the heck she got a bikini like the one she was wearing because he had never seen one like it before and he was from Daytona Beach, Florida. He also told the girl he wanted to get one for me. The girl told him where she got it and he told her he had no idea where that was because the two for them had only arrived yesterday. She told them she would be willing to give them a ride there when she was ready to leave because she would go right by it on her way back to the base. Oh, the bikini she was wearing, according to my husband, was black and very small with two strings that tied at the hip on both sides.

She took them there and Darrin found a black one just like hers and got it and on the way out, he spotted a light blue lace crop top he just had to get for me. He discovered he was 5 dollars short to get both items but Greg offered to loan him 5 dollars with a catch. Darrin asked what it was. He said Greg chuckled and said he wanted to see me in the bikini. Darrin told him he had no problem with that and that it was a deal. Darrin had already discovered he enjoyed me dressing sexy in public for him. He loved it when I went braless in thin tight t-shirts in public and I had also discovered I liked dressing like that for him. I hadn’t exactly told him that yet but it got me excited when a man noticed my nipples showing through my tops which got me excited and my nipples harder and even more noticeable. Darrin had noticed my nipples getting hard often but I lied when I told him it was no big deal. I said I was just being fashionably braless like almost every girl out there in the early 70’s.

The truth was I was beginning to enjoy showing off more and more every day, I looked forward to going braless in public. I had gone braless most of my life before I meeting Darrin. I didn’t like wearing bras so I usually wore loose t-shirts and blouses when I was braless. In the early 70’s most girls went braless since it was the ‘in thing’ to do then. I even went to school braless often like a lot of the girls did, the school didn’t frown on the girls going braless as long as the tops weren’t see-thru. But I never went braless under tight, thin tops until Darrin talked me into it and I’m glad he did. I was also into wearing very short skirts and dresses and Darrin like that too. I often went to school in a short dress wearing only panties under it. He bought me my first halter–top while we were dating and I enjoyed wearing it for him. He also bought me my first sheer blouse to wear for him on our honeymoon and I did wear it for him. I loved the look of lust in his eyes when he first seen me in it. That gave me the courage to wear in in public braless and that made me very horny letting anyone and everyone see my tits in public. Ok, back to my story. ***

Darrin called the house late one evening just after I had taken a shower and told me he was back Escort bayan and to please come and pick him up. I was wearing only one of his tank-tops and decided to surprise him by wearing only it to pick him up. The tank-top style undershirt was as long as some of my minidresses I wore back then but the arm-holes were big on me and a lot of side-boob was visible. I had worn this top over some shorts in public before with him, but on this trip to pick him up, I was excited at being completely naked under it. I had never thought about driving the car almost naked before and it was sexually exciting. As I drove to pick him up, I don’t remember why, but I do remember lifting the shirt to my waist; my entire hip and crotch were uncovered and my naked ass was on a towel we kept in the car to cover the plastic car seat. I also remember touching my pussy for the very first time as I drove and found it enjoyable and decided to do it again someday when I wasn’t in a hurry.

When I got to where Darrin was waiting for me, there was Greg was standing next to him. I quickly pulled my shirt down, covering myself as much as possible while behind the wheel. Darrin opened the driver’s door and pulled me from the car and gave me a big hug and kiss, grabbing my ass with both his hands as he often did, I secretly I loved him grabbing my ass in public. He glanced down at what I was wearing and smiled at me and whispered, “I like it, naughty girl!” Darrin then said Greg’s girlfriend was at work and he needed a lift home. They tossed their stuff in the back seat and Darrin told me to get in the middle. At that time we had a 73′ Plymouth Duster, single bench seats, front and back. I was nervous as hell but also excited at the same time at being nearly naked between two men. Both had to know I was braless since my tits were almost hanging out the armholes, and my husband knew I was pantiless and I noticed Greg kept glancing at my legs that were bare almost to my crotch.

Every once in a while, Darrin would put his right hand on my left leg as he drove and slide it up my thigh all the way to the shirt. I know that if Greg had not had been there, his hand would have been playing with my pussy and I would have spread them wide to give him more room to get to it. I was wondering if he was going to touch me with Greg right there. The thing is, I don’t know if I would have stopped him or not, if he had tried. But deep inside I really wanted him to go for it, I was that horny. As soon as Greg walked away from the car, his hand went there and found a very wet pussy. He fingered me to a quick orgasm, right there in the street, in front of Greg’s house at midnight. I looked towards Greg’s house just before I came; he was standing in his open doorway looking towards our car. I don’t know if he knew what we were doing, but at that time I didn’t care! I do remember sitting against the passenger door exposing myself to Darrin as he drove us home. My shirt was around my waist and my legs were spread and I was playing with my pussy as Darrin watched me.

Of course we had sex as soon as we got home and then again sometime during the night. I woke him the next morning by sucking on his dick. Later when he unpacked, he gave me that tiny black string bikini and blue lace top. I loved them both. I quickly put on the bikini and love the way it looked on me, but before I wore it in public, I needed to do some serious landscaping below, I had almost as much hair showing as I had inside the bottoms. Darrin talked me into removing it all, I did and he liked it. I found I liked it better too, when he decided to eat my pussy. I have remained bare down there ever since that day.

I tried on the top, it was pretty, light, and cool on me. I could also see my nipple right through it. I was hesitant about wearing it braless around other people but promised Darrin I would do it for him someday. He came up behind me and gave me a squeeze from behind saying he wanted to try something with my top. He easily slipped his hands underneath and grabbed my tits. Saying, “Hey, I like that! Easy access.” He then flipped it up and said, “I could easily flash your tits in this top too.”

I slapped his hands down and said, “You better not try it buddy.”

He then told me his deal with Greg and said he hoped I wasn’t mad at him for making the deal but that he just had to get that top and the bikini for me. I told him I’d do it for him and that it might be fun teasing Greg by showing him so much skin, although he did see a lot last night.

Darrin chuckled and said, “Yea, he did, didn’t he? You surprised me last night showing up almost naked like that but I liked it. I hope you’ll surprise me like that again in the future a few times.”

I told him I promised I would.

He then said, “I’m glad you didn’t freak out last night when you discovered we wouldn’t be alone especially since you were naked under my shirt, which by the way you looked superb in! And I noticed Greg seemed to like it too, Bayan escort he keep looking at your legs trying to see if he could see something else. Didn’t you notice that?”

I said, “Yea I noticed, it made me a bit nervous but not as nervous as you made me, sliding your hand up my legs to almost my pussy. For a while there, I thought you were going to try and touch it with him looking. And to tell you the truth, just before we got him home, I had decided to let you go there if you tried, I was that horny.”

“I wish I had known that,” Darrin said while smiling, “I almost did but chickened out. I didn’t want to make you mad at me. I wanted some pussy when I got home.”

After Darrin helped my shave off all my pubic hair and then ate my pussy, he called Greg and told him we would be on the way over soon to repay his loan. I put the new blue little lace crop top on over my bikini top and a short black jean skirt over the bottoms and off we went. I noticed before putting on the skirt just how low the bottoms rode. They had to be a good two to three inches lower than any of my previous bikini bottoms and over an inch of ass crack was showing. It felt weird riding low on my butt like that and it felt naughty with it like that too but I surprised myself because I liked it idea of showing off some of my ass-crack.

I brought that to Darrin attention and he admitted he was hoping I wouldn’t mind wearing it like that because he had noticed the girl on Guam was showing crack too and she didn’t seem to mind. Plus he liked knowing I wouldn’t mind showing a little ass-crack and it was getting him hard.

Greg was sitting on his front porch drinking a beer and wearing what looked like only some old white gym shorts. I noticed he seemed to be checking me out as I walked up the sidewalk. I kind of liked the look he was giving me. I think he was trying to figure what I looked like in the bikini before I even took my top and skirt off. He invited us inside when we got on the porch.

On the smallest bikini bottoms I had worn before these bottoms, the sides of the bottoms were about two inches wide and my butt was completely covered. In these bikini bottoms, the strings on the sides were only about a ¼ inch thick and half my butt cheeks were exposed plus a little ass crack would be showing and the triangles on the bikini top were about half the size of my old bikinis. Funny thing was, I liked it being this small and was looking forward to letting someone besides my husband see me in it. So once inside I took charge more or less when I turned and faced Greg and said to him, “So you wanted Darrin to show you the bikini he bought me with me in it, for a measly 5 dollars. Is that right Greg?”

He looked stunned and then stuttered, “Uh, I was just joking. You don’t have to do it.”

I smiled and winked at him, “It’s alright Greg, I’m messing with you, I don’t mind showing it to you. But Darrin gets to keep the 5 dollars. OK? Greg exhaled, then smiled and shook his head. I then turned and stepped about ten feet away, turned to face him and very slowly pulled my top over my head. I looked over at Darrin and he had a smile from ear to ear. I then unsnapped and unzipped my jean skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it as I slowly turned around to give them both a 360 degree look of my body. They both seemed to like it; I know I was enjoying their stares of my nearly nude body. I even caught Greg adjusting his crotch. It was then I noticed a nice size bulge in the front of the loose gym shorts he was wearing and apparently he was without underwear like I knew Darrin was today. I like it when Darrin goes without underwear and I’ve told him that many times and now he rarely wears them anymore.

I then started feeling naughty so I turned my back to Greg and bent way over and picked up my jean skirt while giving him a good look at my butt barely covered by the small backside of the suit. I looked back at Greg while bent over and he was staring right at my ass. I checked his crotch again and there was definitely a bigger bulge there than before. I felt my pussy tingling just knowing I was causing it. I had never teased anyone but Darrin before this and I was finding this fun. I stood and walked over to Darrin and stood between him and Greg and rubbed his crotch. He was getting hard too. “You seem to be enjoying me showing off for you friend as much as I am doing it,” I said.

Darrin whispered, “I don’t think I’m the only one you’re getting hard watching you and it looks like you’re enjoying too.” He pointed at my breast and my nipples were definitely getting hard and showing under the thin black material.

“I am.” I said, “Will you mind if I continue teasing him a little more. I’m finding its fun teasing him.” He kissed me and told me to have fun.

I walked back to Greg and asked him, “Well, what do you think. Do I look OK in this little suit or is it too small?”

Greg quickly said, ‘”You look great in it! It was made Escort for you. I’ll gladly let Darrin keep the 5 dollars.” I stepped up to him and gave him a hug. I could feel his erection between us. It felt big. The only dick I had ever seen or felt before today was Darrin’s, since I was a virgin when we married, but feeling Greg’s hardness between us as I hugged him was now causing wonderful feeling between my legs, I now wanted to see what Greg had between his legs. I decide to step things up and fulfill Darrin’s earlier wish.

I grabbed the blue lace top and pulled it on like I was done and while facing Darrin, I then untied the strings from my top and took it off and gave it to Darrin. I then said softly to him, “You said earlier you wanted someone else to see me in it braless. Do you still want that?” He smiled and shook his head.

I slowly turned and faced Greg and his eyes went directly to my tits. I swear I could feel the heat from his eyes burning holes through my top to my tits. I said to him, “Here’s the top he bought. You know I don’t mind going braless. Do you think this top is too thin to go braless in? I think it’s cute and it feels so light and comfy to wear. I hoping I can get away wearing it braless in public. What’s your opinion?”

Greg of course said he loved it and that if I wanted to wear it braless, go ahead and wear it braless and fuck anyone who didn’t like it. I walked around Greg’s house another 15 minutes in that little top braless and those tiny bikini bottoms only and both guys were sporting hard-on by then. I was really getting into this teasing thing! Two fine men sporting and not hiding their hard-ons under their loose gym shorts. Yes, Darrin had on loose gym shorts too. I was already looking forward to getting him out of them getting my hands on that dick!

Then Darrin had slipped up behind me and said to Greg. “Hey you know what else I like about this top Greg? It’s easy to do this.” Darrin reached around me and under my top, cupping my tits just five feet away from Greg. I was surprised and shocked that he would do such a thing in front of someone but the thing that really surprised me the most was that I did nothing but stand there and enjoy his warm hands holding them. As soon as Darrin’s hands cupped my tits, I felt an electric like bolt hit my pussy. Darrin had never felt me up in front of anybody before and I was enjoying it. I didn’t want the feeling to stop.

Then Darrin said he could do this too. He flipped up the top flashing my bare tits to Greg for a second. What a rush! When Darrin threaten to do it at home, I basically told him he couldn’t do it. I never knew I would like it when he did. I said and did nothing but look at Greg. His mouth opened and his eyes got big. I looked back at Darrin and said loud enough for Greg to hear, “Having fun exposing you wife’s tits to your friend? I told you that you have better not dare do that but guess what? Since you did it, I dare you to do it again. He did it and a couple seconds longer. I loved it.

I then said to Greg, “Well I wasn’t expecting Darrin to do that but since he did, what do you think of my tits?” He of course said he liked them. I then turned my head looking over my shoulder to look at Darrin and said, “OK dickhead, do you have the guts to take it off, I dare you.” He slowly lifted his hands up, as if unsure if I would get mad at him if he did, but kept going taking my top with them. I lifted my arms up as the top was removed. I was now topless in front of another man and enjoying the hell out of it. I turned to face Darrin; by the look in his eyes, I could tell he was expecting the worst. What he got was a big kiss and hug from me and then I whispered in his ear, “I can’t tell you just how horny I am right now.”

I turned again and said to Greg, “Well what do you think? I wasn’t expecting this to happen but here they are. And now that you’ve seen them, I think it’s fair that I get to see something too. Darrin doesn’t know about this but now that you can see my tits, I kinda want to see your dick. I’ve felt it against me a couple times when I hugged you and it felt nice and big and now that you’ve seen my tits, I want to see it, that is if you’ve got the guts to show it to me. I’ve never seen anybody’s dick but Darrin’s and now I want to see another one. You and Darrin both are obviously sporting huge erections under those shorts and I want to see them both, now!”

Greg looked at Darrin and Darrin looked at Greg. Darrin told Greg he was fine with it and if he was OK with it to go ahead and show me. Greg looked at me again and then dropped his shorts and Darrin was right behind him. There they were! I was now looking at two marvelous hard cocks. The only two cocks I had ever seen in my life. Next thing I felt was Darrin’s hands on my hips and my strings being pulled. POW! I was now naked with two men and not caring. I remember putting my arms out straight to the sides and slowly twirling around give both guys a good look at me. I then gave both guys a hugs but then I deeply kissed Darrin and wrapped one of my hands around his dick. I told Darrin that this was as far as I wanted to go, I didn’t mind being naked with them but there would be no SEX except with him.

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No sex? Was that a thing you could do after you sleep with someone?

I stared unbelievingly at Shane, unsure how I should move forward.

“Okay,” I spoke slowly. “Just out of curiosity, what made you come to this conclusion?”

“Because I like you and I want things to work. Whatever we did before wasn’t working. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right.”

“And ‘doing it right’ means…no sex?” I spoke slowly, trying to under fully understand what was happening. He nodded with a cute little smile that made my insides muddy. “You like me so much that you don’t want to have sex with me?” I looked at him suspiciously.

“Exactly! I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he chuckled, faking a little too much excitement.

“Sure, same page,” I drawled. “Different books, but same page.”

I was joking. Kind of.

He resumed pervious position; lying back in the water. His auburn hair floated freely around him. His eyes were closed and he had a relaxed smile on his face. He’d be a fabulous assassin. I could picture it clearly. Shane strolling into someone’s home with a grenade in his hand. Casually pulling the pin with his teeth before spitting it off to the side like watermelon seeds. Tossing the grenade into the lap of the unsuspecting victim as if he were tossing beer or a soda to a friend, then walking off after wishing them a good day. The explosion behind him wouldn’t phase him at all. Nope, he might adjust his hat from the blowback, other then that, he’d walk home and fall asleep as if he hadn’t just caused mass destruction.

I might’ve been being a little dramatic but Shane had just said he didn’t want to have sex with me. And he said it like he was telling me he wasn’t going to eat my spaghetti squash casserole—and I made really good spaghetti squash casserole. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t want drop the topic because my mind was brimming with thoughts and questions, but until I could collect them and sort them into neat little piles, I needed to keep my mouth shut.

I decided to let it go, for now. Instead, I looked around for the first time since Shane and I had hopped in the pool. The DONNAS, AARP, and Drew were splashing around while Aaron and Kurt stood back and watched, in horror, while their grandfather’s behaved like teenagers. It was obvious they didn’t view their older counterparts as anything other than—their older counterparts. I thought the older men were a hoot, but they weren’t my grandparents. My grandparents were old and gross. Them, sex? Never. I guess there was a part of me that understood the psychological warfare they were experiencing.

While Aaron and Kurt stood on the sideline with horror-stricken faces, I tried not to think about sex while lazily pushing Shane around the pool.

Shane looked good, felt good, and I enjoyed having a reason to touch his butt and thighs without him freaking out. I was respectful, of course, knowing his history and all. There wasn’t a fiber in me that wanted to make the same mistake again, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the position.

I stared at his pink shorts and smiled. I was sure there was a rule, somewhere, that said redheads don’t wear pink and, for that reason alone, I loved that he wore pink. I also loved that they were short, especially on his long, muscular legs. Saying they were “mid-thigh” was being generous, not that I was complaining.

I loved his details: his perfect man’s nose, which was solid and masculine, yet sleek with soft lines; and his perfectly average chest hair that led to a fine dusting of belly hair, which I loved to rub with my fingers.

Speaking of fingers, he had great hands. I have long, lanky fingers while Shane’s were larger and thicker. It was obvious he was a recovering nail biter—they just had “that look.” He wore his nails short and semi manicured. He’d still have benefited greatly from a nice spa day, not that he’d ever do it, regardless, he had nice hands.

I was lost in his details while my hands roamed from his lower back, across his butt, and down his thigh before repeating the same pattern, over and over, when he broke me from my study.

“What was three?” He was still floating with his eyes closed so he couldn’t see the confused look on my face. Three? He must’ve sensed it or maybe it was the lack of response that tipped him off. “You said three things. Nick and Nelly, my lady shorts, and?”

I felt his legs squeeze my hips, like a boa constrictor, as he used my body as leverage to lift his upper half out of the water until he was facing me. He ran his hands through his wet hair while I happily supported his weight by cupping his booty. The only time I’d be able to carry that Yeti was with the magic of buoyancy, while waist deep in a pool.

I thought back to the conversation and came up empty.

“I honestly don’t remember. You threw me with the no sex thing.”

He Escort bayan looked at me and I could tell he was wondering if I was okay with it or not. It was a legitimate question. How did I feel? I wasn’t sure. I wanted to have sex with him—to feel that connection. Plus, sex with him was just plain amazing. Though it would likely only be a few weeks, the thought that he’d forego sex in an attempt to give our relationship a real shot was…fucking sexy, which made me want to have sex with him even more.

“We’re boyfriends, though, right? Just, taking it slow?” I asked.

He nodded with a happy smile, although it was a borderline smirk, I didn’t care. I smiled and slowly nodded—yeah, it’s cool. My boyfriend respected me so much, we weren’t going to touch penises for a while. It was going to be a tough couple of weeks, but that’s the price you pay for love.

Love. The word almost made me cringe. Not the word itself, but the fact I’d gone all “Nicholas Sparks” and confessed my love during post breakup sex, or was it pre-make up sex? It wasn’t that I’d regretted it, I just doubted I actually had any clue what love was.

Even if I did love him, was that the appropriate time to say it? Probably not. He did say it back, so there was that. We hadn’t talked about it since, so there was also that. I didn’t have any plans to bring it up—hell no—because I was okay with letting it lay by the wayside for a bit. It was something that needed to marinate a bit more. If he wanted to bring it up, then sure, lets talk about it, however, I was in no rush.

I wondered if he loved me. I didn’t have a preference one way or another, although I’d hoped he was leaning toward that direction. He was, after all, giving up sex in lieu of a healthy relationship. If that wasn’t love, it was damn close. My ‘to be, not to be’ inner love monologue was interrupted when Kurt announced that dinner was ready.

Shane tried to disengage himself, but I held firm. I wasn’t dumb, I knew it was going to be a long time before I had him wrapped around me again so I wasn’t in any hurry to let go.

“Just let me get us to the stairs,” I pleaded.

Shane rolled his eyes, but allowed me to float him toward the shallow end. It was a gradual incline so, with each step I took, the water level became shallower. Again, he tried to let go when I was navel deep, but I wouldn’t let him go. I wondered if I was strong enough to actually walk him out of the water, but I doubted it. I was strong, but not that strong.

“I’m going to carry you out,” I teased as I tightened my grip on his thighs.

He was getting heavier with each step as the ratio of Shave vs. buoyancy changed. We were at that awkward stage where he was almost completely out of the water, but the water did the scientific, gravitational cling thing where the weight suddenly doubles as the water tries to suck you back down. Shane probably weighed two hundred forty pounds, but as I tried to take that last step—the one between him slightly in the water and totally out—he felt like a solid four-hundred pounds.

He felt my knees quake under the weighted pressure and laughed.

“Are you sure you’ve got this?”

I groaned as I tried to keep him attached to my waist while water cascaded off of us.

“Yeah, but it’d help if you’d try a little harder to stay on.”

Shane’s thighs tightened around my body, but it was too late—he’d slipped and was too low on my hips. I found myself starting to waddle as my stance became wider in an attempt to stop him from sliding off. I was leaning forward slightly as Shane clung to me like a koala bear, although, he looked more like a grizzly bear on a baby pine tree. I felt Shane’s chest vibrating with laughter as I tried my hardest to inch forward.

“Give up. You’ll never make it,” he laughed.

At that point, he was probably working harder to not fall of me than I was to move us out of the water. My response was interrupted by poolside cheers and whistles of encouragement.

“You can do it, Gordy! Move that brickhouse! Lift with your legs. You’ve got this!”

“You’re too low!” I cried. My fingers were digging into his ass as I tried to hold him up.

I couldn’t help but laugh and I knew we looked ridiculous, but I wasn’t willing to end it, yet. Shane stared at me, his hair was slicked back, and his brown eyes laced with laughter. Seeing him happy and laughing did nothing to alleviate my own laughter.

“I need you higher, on my waist. I’m going to bounce you up like a baby, but I need your help. On the count of three, got it? One—”

Shane slipped down a little more. I was bent almost completely forward with his back hovering over the water, his ass was barely propped on my knees, my fingers losing traction as they barely had a grip behind his knees.

“Two—”

He was laughing so hard the grip around my neck loosened. I couldn’t Bayan escort recall ever seeing Shane so carefree and I felt my heart quicken at the sight. The sideline continued cheering as I watched Shane drop his head back, which caused the tips of his shaggy hair to float in the water.

“No, no, no! I can’t. I’m not ready,” he laughed.

“Three!”

I tried to hike him up, but he was nothing more than a two hundred forty-pound bag of dead weight. It was like trying to pick up a tree stump that was still rooted in the ground. Everything went to hell and we both fell into the water; me on top of Shane. When we came up for air, we were both laughing hysterically while the sideline continued to cheer.

“Let me show you how it’s done.”

The water level wasn’t deep—less than three feet. Shane squatted while he wrapped my legs around his waist. Before I had a chance to do anything, he’d effortlessly lifted me out of the water and walked us toward the ladder. Once we got there, he told me to hold on to him. At that point he completely let go of me, it was my arms and legs holding us together as he grabbed the metal rail and lifted us out of the pool. The crowd was going crazy at his brute strength and manliness. I was going crazy, too, for the same reasons and more.

To show off a little more, he carried me to, then through, the buffet line. It was awkward, but we managed. I kept a tight grip on him with my legs and arms while he prepared one giant plate of food for us to share.

I tried to crawl off of him when he sat on the deck chair, but he bumped his legs up, the way you do when a child is on your lap, which knocked me back. At first, I thought it was a fluke so I tried again, and he bumped his legs, again. I looked at him to see what was up, but he was talking to Aaron.

He might’ve been in deep conversation, but I didn’t miss the smirk on his face or the look in his eyes that said he was watching me from his peripheral vision. When I tried to get up a third time, he grabbed the waistband of my swim shorts and held me on his lap. At least, that time, he acknowledged the situation with a wink so I stayed.

Oliver stood and raised his drink. “I want to make a toast. To old friends!” I looked around at my friends, and also to the AARP, who were genuinely happy to be there. “To new friends, fresh starts, and new beginnings!” I looked at Kurt, Aaron, and Drew and smiled. I flushed when I felt Shane’s hand squeeze my waist with acknowledgement. I also saw a brief exchange, not only between Mickey and Sammy, but also Drew and Nick. No doubt, our group was full of strange couplings, which included Shane and myself. He wasn’t my typical type and I knew, for a fact, I wasn’t his. That, plus all our drama.

As we all ate, Shane and I shared the giant plate of food as I sat awkwardly higher than everyone else, but no one cared. I was filled with something akin to pure happiness as I watched my friends eat, drink, and laugh.

Nelly and Drew were teasing each other while Shane’s fingers rubbed lazy circles on my hips. It was heaven. Not only the touching, but the whole scene. I smiled, brought the drink to my lips, and frowned when there was nothing there. I looked at Shane’s drink and realized his was also low so I reached for his glass and asked if he wanted a refill. He nodded.

After fixing myself a cran-vodka, I reached into the fridge for a fresh beer for my beau. I smiled and chewed my lip. Shane was my beau and, for the first time, I had a very good feeling about it. We both had a lot of work ahead of us, but things felt, calmer.

“Are you ready to stop avoiding us?”

I was startled by the sound of Thomas’ voice. I almost dropped the beer as I bit my lip as I jumped in surprise. I rubbed my swollen lip with my tongue as I pressed the cold beer bottle to my wounded flesh.

“I’m not avoiding you,” I lied.

The disbelief was clear on the faces of both Thomas and Jack, in fact, they appeared to be more than a little unimpressed by my fib. They shared a few murmurs and side glances of annoyance, which made me nervous. Okay, maybe I had been avoiding them, a little.

I didn’t have the courage to face them after the reunion. It wasn’t that I thought they’d hate me, I knew they wouldn’t, but I’d told them every little detail about what had happened between Shane and me—the hate he spewed, the one-night stand, all of the sex and pervy shit, how much I liked him, and how much I hated him—only to find out he’s Thomas’ grandson.

DAKS are their grandsons and nephew. It was so embarrassing. They might not have hated me, but the love of family, especially a close-knit family such as theirs, far outweighed whatever it was that our friendship contained. Especially if they’d known just how shitty I was to Shane.

“So, you just disappeared because it seemed like a good idea?”

I turned Escort to face them as I licked the dribble of metallic from my lip wound before replacing the cold beverage against my tender, pulsing skin. They were waiting for my response and I knew, by the look on their faces, anything less than the truth wasn’t going to be taken lightly.

“Shane is your grandson.”

Thomas looked at me like, duh.

“It’s all so embarrassing and complicated. After everything that had gone down between Shane and me, I couldn’t hang out with you guys. Not only was I embarrassed, and Lord knows I was. You’re Shane’s family. That’s weird. And I can’t go crying and complaining to you about your own flesh and blood.”

“We’re not petty. We can see when our own is in the wrong.”

“But he wasn’t the only one. I definitely gave Shane a run for his money when it came to that pissing contest. I was extremely disrespectful, and hurtful, in my own right. If you knew—”

Thomas had walked to me and pulled me into a powerful embrace.

“So, what you’re saying is, we not only have to kick their asses, but yours too?”

He pushed me back and when I looked at him, he was smiling. He glanced at Jack and shook his head.

“What the hell is wrong with this generation?”

“It’s the ripped jeans. When people can’t have enough sense to buy a pair of solid blue jeans, how can we expect them to make solid life choices? Holes in their jeans equals holes in their common sense.” Jack winked when I rolled my eyes at his stereotypical old man response.

“Ah, yes. Kids these days with their baggy jeans. No respect, I tell you. They wouldn’t know good decisions if it hit them in their balls,” I mocked.

They both chuckled and nodded their heads with agreement as if I’d been totally serious. I didn’t want to bring up the fact that I was ninety-nine percent sure their friend was fucking someone younger than their grandsons. I wouldn’t called that a bad decision, but I doubted it would’ve been considered a sound choice, either.

“Are you going to fill us in on the details?”

I pouted. I didn’t want to, but somehow, for a couple of old men, their demeanor was surprisingly demanding. Much to my own regret, I started to sing like a songbird.

If I’d expected any sort of sympathy or compassion, I was sorely misled. There were no signs of the obligatory “it’s okay” responses that I’d received from the rest of the DONNAS. No, all I received was looks of disappointment that was so intense, I felt like a puppy trying not to pee itself from shame. All deserved, of course.

“Maybe you’re perfect for Shane after all. I can see the Christmas card now (he read the invisible headline on his hand), ‘Happy holidays. Yours truly, two dumbasses’,” Thomas commented.

He dropped his hand and rolled his eyes as Jack gently pushed him off to the side and stepped forward.

Jack. The psychologist. Terrifying!

“Do you really think, after everything you guys have been through, you can make this work?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“What makes this time different?”

Uh, uh.

I wasn’t sure telling him we’d had a good talk and things felt different was an acceptable answer. It was true, but if someone else had tried to feed me that line, I would’ve scooped the bullshit up and shoved it back into their mouths.

“Well, I, uh,” I mumbled. “This time, I’m aware of my faults. I’m not trying to blame Shane for everything, including my issues. I can’t speak for Shane, but I know he knows where he falls short, and he’s working on that. I know things won’t be perfect. I can almost promise you that we’ll make a mess of everything, but I think, under the mountain of our fuck ups, there’s something there. We’re going to take it slow. We both have stuff we need to work out as individuals, and as a couple, but I think we can do it. I want to do it!”

Jack watched me carefully, and after I was done, he took a minute to absorb my words before he nodded.

“Okay. You’ll come to the park, twice a month, and we’ll chat—just you and I—and bring coffee.”

“Therapy?” I asked with wide eyes.

His shrug was sign language for, ‘yeah, and what the fuck are you going to do about it?’

“I think you could use a sound person to talk to in order to help sort the deep-rooted trust issues you have stemming from adolescence. And, if you want things to work on with Shane. You’re going to need all of the tools I can give you.”

“How do you like your coffee?” I smiled brightly, yet full of terror.

*** *** *** ***

AARP had politely instructed us to step inside the house so they could have a private conversation with their kin. We stood and watched DAKS as they stood in a row with their heads hung low while AARP scolded them.

“What do you think they’re saying?” Nick asked, not expecting an answer.

As it turned out, I wasn’t the only one who’d been avoiding them. The older men had a way of not saying much, but their delivery was powerfully terrifying. If the look of obedience that each of the younger men held was any indication, they felt it, too.

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Today started out like any other day; waking up, showering for the day and heading off to work. They wonder all day if they are thinking about each other. As the day progresses he starts thinking about how it can become a wonderful evening. He ponders what kind of excitement the two of them can get into. Finally, the idea comes to him. They will go to the adult club.

Sam sends her a text message and asks her if she is up for a fun night. She gets the message and wonders what he could have in mind. She doesn’t question his thoughts just replies to the message with a yes of course. Getting her reply, Sam starts putting his idea into play. He takes off from work early so that they will have time to get ready and leave. It will be a 2 hour drive.

Once he gets home, Sam sends her a text and tells her to come on home. She leaves work and heads to the apartment. The two of them get into the shower and she asks what she is to wear. Well, Sam has already thought this part through. He tells her he will get her outfit together once they get out of the shower. They wash each other and he kisses her deeply. She wonders just what he has in mind for the night. They get out of the shower and dry off.

She is wrapped in a towel waiting for Sam to hand her the outfit that he has picked out. Sam reaches in to one of her drawers and pulls out the leather bra and mini skirt, stockings and black heels. She takes the outfit from him but with questioning eyes. He tells her that Escort bayan they are going to go to the adult club and that she will have to obey his every command. Her eyes light up and she reaches out to kiss him. She takes her time putting the outfit on, making sure to put everything in place. She then goes to the mirror to put on her make-up. She adds just a little bit of glitter for effect. Heading back to the bedroom to make sure that she has approval for her attire, she stops in the doorway. Sam looks up at her from the bed and beckons her to him.

She steps over to the bed and Sam pulls her on top of him. He kisses her deeply and passionately running his hands over her body. He tells her that she is very sexy and will be the highlight of the evening. He finishes getting dressed and ready to leave. Once they are both ready they head to the car to make the trip.

During the drive, Sam explains to her that she will be required to do as she is told. No questions asked. She looks over at him, tells him yes sir and then wonders what he wants her to do. She has many thoughts at this point. Considering the last adventure that they shared together. She really enjoyed his taking charge of things. She also likes the idea of being watched. Perhaps she will get some of both. She sits in her seat taking in the sight of his sexiness. She knows the body that is under those clothes he is wearing and she wants it pressed against her. They arrive at the club and he opens Bayan escort her door.

The two of them go inside hand in hand. She now realizes that he has something planned she just isn’t sure of exactly what it is going to be. As they pay admission and head back to the theatre she begins to get wet. They find a cozy seat up near the front of the theatre and settle in to watch the show. Not long into the show Sam reaches over and pulls her to him by the neck. He takes her head in his hands and kisses her. He whispers to her that she is going to now suck on his throbbing cock.

She leans over and undoes the buttons on his jeans. Now exposing his rock hard cock. She can see a drop of pre-cum on its tip. She leans down and licks it off. Sam grabs the back of her head and forces her mouth down onto his shaft. She opens wide and takes him deeply in her throat. She is enjoying this because she knows the guy behind them is now watching and stroking his own cock. Sam tells her to be a good cock sucker and take it all. She does as she is told. He knows that she is now dripping wet on her own. Sam stops her for just a moment and tells her to get on her knees across the couch that they are sitting on. She does as she is told.

Bending over gives him access to her wetness. He lifts her skirt exposing her bare ass. As he prepares himself to enter her, he tells her to start sucking on the cock that is being stroked behind them. She does as she is told and takes Escort it deep in her mouth. He begins to pound her pussy hard and deep while she sucks on strange cock. This stranger is now leaking pre-cum and fucking her mouth.

It doesn’t take much and this stranger is cumming in her mouth while Sam fucks her from behind. After he stops convulsing she takes her mouth off his cock. This whole scene has brought in several others to watch. Sam continues to fuck her hard and deep while the new onlookers stare. Sam continues knowing that she is about to start a band of orgasms. Just a few more strokes into her and her pussy starts convulsing on his cock. She cries out in ecstasy.

The onlookers have now sprayed their loads over the floor. Sam looks around and realizes they are the only two left in the room. He instructs her to kneel in front of him and take his cock deep in her throat. Sam tells her that she will swallow every drop. She eagerly begins to suck on his throbbing cock taking it deeper than she has before. He grabs the back of her head to make sure that she doesn’t move away from him. Sam looks down at her, tells her to look at him. She looks up into his eyes just as he tells her that he is going to cum. He holds her head as she swallows every drop. Not wasting any.

She rises to sit next to him. He looks at her lovingly and tells her she was a good cocksucker tonight. She smiles at him knowing that this will not be the last time that they put on this show. He kisses her and they get dressed. Riding home Sam tells her that she will be giving him another blow job when they get home. He wants to perfect her skills. She looks at him and smiles, knowing that it is going to be a wonderful night.

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My relationship, or should I say my sex life, with Rachel hadn’t always been this way. When we first started out there was passion and vigour beneath the sheets. Sometimes there weren’t any sheets at all during those occasional daring moments of fucking outdoors or in the backseat of the car. The positions we fucked in were varied and constantly changing during our sessions. In those early days there were toys, handcuffs, blindfolds & blow jobs. There was even an attempt at anal, instigated by her, though she had decided that it was too painful and gave up before I had even penetrated her fully. There used to be a connection and energy between us during sex, and when we were done we would both collapse onto each other hot and sticky as our heads spun through joyous ecstasy.

But now something was lost between us, and the sex was unfulfilling to say the least. Now fucking seldom involved anything other than going down on Rachel for a few minutes before mounting her in missionary and thrusting for no more than ten minutes until I’d sprayed my load inside her. Dare I say that she seemed satisfied by this, and unless she had developed some high quality acting skills without me noticing, always orgasmed too. But I was not satisfied; I was simply bored.

The truth is, regardless of all of this, I love her. At a brief first glance, with her thick-rimmed glasses and occasionally dishevelled mousey brown hair that ran just over her shoulders she resembled a dainty and anxious librarian that might squeak like a mouse if you ever talked to her. But on a closer look, especially if she was dressed for an evening out, she was stunning. She was intelligent, kind and funny, and occasionally weird and nerdy.

We had been together in total for over five years now, and married for two of those. After a year of being together we had moved into a pokey little apartment paying an overpriced rent for the space we had. One year into marriage, and after another rent increase, we decided to buy our own place. It seemed like the right thing to do now that we had both hit our thirties, and I hoped that the change in lifestyle would help spice up our sex life too. I was not prepared for how much.

It took a little while for us to find somewhere, but location was key. We needed somewhere suburban and quiet, with nice local amenities and neighbours. We were both well paid and money was no object so when we found what was essentially our definition of a perfect home which was just pushing the top end of our budget it was a no brainer.

The house was located in Rock River, a relatively small, quiet and picturesque estate of around thirty newly-constructed homes for both the upper and middle class with a pleasant bubbling river that ran through the centre of the estate. When the estate agent had first showed us around the property we had been speechless, blown away by its space, atmosphere and beautiful garden, and then when what was soon to be our next door neighbour greeted us with glowing reviews on the area we were sold.

The stressful day of the move came, and as Rachel and I stood on the driveway directing the workers from the moving company the neighbour came by to greet us. We had been so awestruck with the house when we had first met her that I had barely paid attention to her but now I could see that she was gorgeous. She appeared a good ten or so years older than us, with golden blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, bronze skin and thick voluptuous red lips. She wore a low cut silken blouse hugging a pair of large breasts and revealing a seemingly endless cleavage and black short skirt revealing just as much of her legs. As she stepped over to us she smiled slyly and I wondered whether she had caught my gaze on her. If she had she paid no mind to it.

“I see you took my advice,” she said pleasantly revealing a set of perfect white teeth. “I’m Jessica.”

“Hi there. I’m Rachel,” my wife replied and reached out to gently shake her hand only for Jessica to take her by surprise and pull her in close to kiss her cheek and hug her. “Oh, ok,” she added and smiled as their bodies collided.

I waited for them to part and as Jessica turned to me accepted her greeting. “Richard.. Rich,” I answered as her body pressed against mine and her warm lips found my cheek. I kissed her own cheek and as her breasts pressed firmly into my chest I felt my cock twitch in excitement. If she had felt it then again she paid no mind and simply smiled as she pulled away.

“Well, as we’re neighbours now I’d like you both to join my husband and I for dinner tonight to welcome you to the neighbourhood and get you know you,” Jessica said taking Rachel’s hands back in hers. “He’s at the office at the moment otherwise I would have brought him over to introduce you. But he’s harmless I promise.”

“Sure, that sounds great,” I replied before Rachel could even politely refuse.

“Sure… why not,” Rachel added.

One of the removal men passed her smiling coyly at Jessica and she flashed a beam of white back at him. Manavgat Escort “Great. About seven ok?”

“That’ll be fine,” I replied. “See you then.”

Jessica winked and waved goodbye before heading off back down the drive.

Rachel waited until she had disappeared around the corner before turning to me. “You sure? Won’t we be a bit tired after today?”

“Sorry hon, I was just being polite. Didn’t want to upset the new neighbours straight away,” I said as I turned to her and ran my hand along her waist. “We can just excuse ourselves early as we’re too tired after all the moving if it’s too much?”

“Sure ok,” she answered quietly.

***

The evening came quickly and we had both began to head over to Jessica’s house a little early. We were just about able to locate our clothes within various suitcases and bags, and had thrown on the closest thing we could find to smart casual. I wore dark blue jeans and a chequered black and white shirt. Rachel was in a purple silk blouse and tight black jeans that hugged her gorgeous ass as she walked up Jessica’s driveway in front of me. The path to the front door meandered through their pleasant garden. We held a wooden rail to guide us through the dark, and as we passed through an archway surrounded by rosebushes Rachel stopped suddenly.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed in surprise as I bumped into her.

“What the fuck? Why you stopping?” I asked with a furrowed brow as she turned and pushed me backwards behind the archway.

“Look,” she whispered pointing towards a window about ten feet away from where we now cowered.

I looked over surveying what appeared to be Jessica’s lounge not quite seeing what had made Rachel so astonished. It was the large television mounted to the wall that originally caught my gaze and then I noticed the male figure, her husband I assumed, sat upon the couch in front of it. It took a second before I noticed the golden hair bobbing up and down in the man’s lap.

Jessica was knelt on the floor between the coffee table and the man with her dress tugged down exposing to large swaying breasts beneath her. From what I could tell from afar the man was either well-tanned or of a darker colour – possibly Spanish or even Indian – and much younger than I had anticipated her husband would be. He looked even younger than us.

I gasped and Rachel instantly knew when I had noticed. “You see?”

“I see,” I replied watching Jessica’s head bounce between the man’s legs.

“We should probably go,” Rachel said nervously.

“They’re expecting us, we can’t be rude,” I answered and placed my hand around her. “Let’s just wait until they’re done.”

“What?” she replied, her voice raised. “Really?”

“Yes, I’m sure it won’t take a minute. We can’t be rude,” I repeated. The truth is I wanted to watch her, and I wanted Rachel to watch too. Hopefully it would help her remember how to give a blow job because I had started to forget what one felt like.

Jessica’s head continue to move repeatedly down onto the cock though her hair covered both her face and the cock itself. If she hadn’t been wearing the same outfit that she had worn earlier then I might not have even been sure that it was her. Jessica eventually pulled back from the cock, whipping her golden hair to the side and revealing both her bronze face and a thick shaft, and bulbous purple tip, within her grasp. She leaned forward swirling a pink tongue around its tip and smiling as she watched the man shudder at her expert touch. In one swift movement she pressed her face back down into the man’s lap, his cock deep within her throat as her nose pressed into his belly and continued to suck hungrily on it taking its whole length fully into the back of her mouth with each motion of her neck. Each time she came back up to suck slowly on the head, her tongue swirled around it and her fingers continued to stroke firmly down massaging it against her lips.

“She’s good,” I whispered into Rachel’s ear as we lingered in the darkness peering on.

“Rich, I think we need to…”

I shushed her quietly and wrapped my hand around her waist to press my fingers between her legs. My hand pressed firmly against her pussy and began to massage her through her jeans. To my surprise she didn’t protest and even moaned ever so softly.

Inside Jessica still had the full length of the prick inside her thick glowing lips, saliva spilling from them and making the cock glisten even to us from a distance. She released the cock from her hungry mouth with a loud grunt that we could just about hear from outside and instantly dropped her lips to his balls, sucking each one slowly into her lips as her hand pumped wildly at the shaft above her.

The man on the couch begun to shudder and moan violently, and I began to massage my wife’s pussy more firmly as I knew what was coming. She whimpered quietly as I softly kissed her neck watching the view.

Jessica pulled back tugging on his enlarged shaven balls allowing them to fall from Escort Manavgat her lips as she presented her tongue and pressed it against the tip of pulsating cock. The man could barely keep still as his fingers grasped tightly at the leather couch and his body, and cock erupted. Thick streams of cum erupted from his prick onto Jessica’s tongue and she begun to lap it down as if it was the first meal she had in weeks. The cock continued to twitch violently and Jessica was not quick enough to catch and slurp all of his load down, so instead allowed some to spray across her face. Once last string of white violently erupted from the shiny purple cock and landed across her nose, forehead and into her hair.

A devilish side of me quickly released Rachel’s pussy from my grip and ran to the doorbell urgently, desperate to see how she would react to a visit from the neighbours while still marked with her husband’s cum.

“Rich, what the fuck.., wait…” Rachel gasped as she chased after me but it was too late.

The doorbell rang loudly and I turned to her and smiled.

The door opened in within a manner of seconds and Jessica stood there smiling, her dress somewhat dishevelled with one breast more exposed than the other. She was nonchalantly wiping her face down with a cloth.

“Hi… hi… Sorry we were just having some fun. Come, come.” she said with little care as she ushered us into her home and guided me to the living room.

Rachel followed cautiously behind me as Jessica walked us into their large living room. “It’s no problem,” she whispered nervously.

As we stepped into the spacious lounge there was a cinnamon scent from some candles burning in different corners of the room.

“This is my husband Peter,” she said and motioning with her hand to a corner of the room next to an arm chair adjacent to the lounge window that was previously obscured to us as we watched the show.

To our surprise the man that lifted himself from the armchair to greet us was not the same that we had just watched Jessica pleasure. He was much closer to Jessica’s age, or perhaps even older. He was tall, pale-skinned, clean shaven, and had thick black hair with a slightly grey tinge around his ears that made him appear quite distinguished. His shoulders were broad and the t-shirt he wore was tight around his biceps; he clearly went to the gym more than I did.

“Hi there, nice to meet you,” he said as he reached forward to shake my hand.

“You too,” I replied slightly puzzled. “I’m Rich.”

“I bet you are if you can afford that house,” he replied laughing.

“Sorry, as in Richard,” I attempted to clarify ignorant to him making fun of me.

He smiled. “I know Jessica already told me. I’m just kidding with you,” he replied and went to kiss Rachel on the cheek. “And Rachel.”

“Nice… to meet you too,” she stuttered sweetly, her puzzled look matched my own but then her mouth dropped and she looked over at me with wide eyes.

It took me a few seconds but then I realised, slightly later than Rachel had, that Peter had just been watching his wife suck another man’s cock just as we had been watching from outside. The man we had seen entered the lounge shortly after carrying four glasses of red wine on a tray and offered them to us.

“Oh thank you,” Rachel smiled as she took the glass and nodded at the man she had just five minutes prior seen ejaculate over her neighbour’s face.

“This is Tariq. We often like to call on his services when we’re entertaining,” Jessica said and motioned for us to sit on the couch

“Thank you,” I added as I took my glass and sat gently down.

I almost chortled as I watched Rachel blush bright red as she delicately placed herself where the Tariq’s naked arse had just been and could see her surveying the floor for any spillage of fluids.

Despite the surprising early events of the evening both Rachel and I soon settled in and were made to feel very much at home. Rachel’s usual initial anxieties had seemed to melt away and she now sat calmly, laughing and joking. Tariq served various appetisers and kept our wines topped up as the four of us got to know each other. Peter was a senior director within Reed Insurance, a well-known insurance company, with such a salary that allowed Jessica to be a lady of leisure. When they asked about our own line of work I told them of the web design company I was a partner in, and that I didn’t actually have to do an awful lot other than interacting with potential clients trying to get them on board. Rachel told them of her freelance graphic design work and of the numerous brands and companies that had hired her.

The conversation followed into a long romantically-lit dining room where we sat at a cosy dark oak dining table and were treated to a number of delicious courses all brought to us by Tariq with a pleasant smile on his face. If I had Jessica’s lips around my cock beforehand I’d work with a smile on my face too. The wine continued to flow and the mood got sillier Manavgat Escort bayan and merrier. We talked about how each pair of us had met, where we had previously lived and worked, and the amusing stories surrounding our weddings.

As we were half way through a crème brulee desert and a conversation about our life marriage Jessica abruptly interrupted. “How often do you guys fuck?” she asked and I could hear the loud gulp come from Rachel beside me followed by a chuckle from Peter’s direction.

“Wow… ok… erm,” I stammered looking to Rachel for confirmation on whether I should divulge such information.

“Once a week,” she answered nonchalantly to my surprise. “Sometimes twice.”

“Shame. Not that often,” Jessica answered. She rested an arm against the table and pushed herself up close allowing her breasts to lay against her arm which pushed her cleavage forward for all to see. “Just fuck each other?”

Rachel turned to me, I assume, to gauge my reaction to the question and discover whether I had been cheating on her.

“Just each other,” I answered sternly and smiled back at my wife.

Peter turned to his wife and reached out to rest his hand on hers. “Ok sweetie, stop making them uncomfortable.”

“You ever been with a girl,” she turned to Rachel, ignoring her husband and continuing to quiz her.

She blushed and almost shrank into her seat. “No. Made out with a friend once. That’s all though,” she replied nervously.

“And you?” she turned to me and asked bluntly. As she twisted her neck to gaze at each of us with every question her hair swung across her shoulders.

“Sure I’ve been with a few girls,” I replied and laughed.

“You know what I mean,” she said with a slight frown and went to sip at her wine.

“I know what you mean,” I answered with a smile. “No, no guys.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes even further. “You guys are boring. You thought about it?”

“Jessica…” Peter continued to attempt to calm his wife to no avail.

“Its fine,” I turned to Peter to reassure him. “I mean… sure. I’m not physically attracted to guys or anything, but I’ve pondered it. I’ll try anything once I guess.”

“Really?” Rachel gasped turning to me in surprise and playfully swatted at my shoulder.

Both Peter and Jessica laughed.

“I think Jessica’s just learned something new about you,” Jessica said underneath her gentle chuckling.

In truth I had thought about it; I’d even jerked off to bisexual porn in the past. There always had to be a woman present in the videos I chose to watch though as I had no interest in gay porn. But I had never confessed any of this to Rachel before.

“You two should experiment a little. Get another boy or girl in your bedroom. It can be amazing honestly,” Jessica explained as Tariq came to pour more wine for us. “Even if you just watch. Peter was watching me blow Tariq just before you got here,” she added abruptly to everyone’s surprise and reached out to pat Tariq playfully on the arse who despite his dark skin appeared to blush even darker.

Rachel reached forward to lift her glass of wine. Her fingers struggled to grip the glass comfortably as the wine was clearly starting to go to her head. “Yes. We saw… we watched you. I’m so sorry,” she replied and nervously giggled.

Jessica laughed. “It’s ok sweetie, I don’t mind… kinda hot actually. See you’re already a voyeur. You ever need any spicy tips, come see Jessica ok,” she said with a smile that was both deviant and sweet.

“Ok enough tormenting them,” Peter exclaimed as he tossed a spoon down into his empty bowl. “Let’s go sit comfortable again.”

We all stood up from the dining table and Rachel stumbled as we followed the couple back into the lounge. I reached out to wrap my hand around her waist and guide her back to the two-seater sofa. Peter and Jessica collapsed onto the three-seater perpendicular beside us and laid back to relax with Jessica closest to me. Tariq carried the drinks back in and placed them on the coffee table before Jessica excused him for the evening. He smiled and bid us all goodnight before taking his leave.

The four of us continued to converse about our hobbies which led to Peter inviting me to explore the local amenities and visit his gym with him the following day to which I accepted. We were so engrossed in conversation that it took a while for Jessica, Peter and I to realise that there was now only three of us talking. Rachel lay back in the couch, her mouth slightly ajar and her breathing heavy as she slept gently beside me.

“Don’t think she’s had a drink in a few months,” I said as I smiled at her and looked back at the couple with a chuckle.

“Bless her. You’re wife’s lovely Rich,” Jessica said with a hesitant pause as she ran her fingers through her bronze hair. “Why do you look so bored of each other?” she asked abruptly.

I sighed and turned to ensure she was asleep before I answered. “I don’t know. Honestly. I can’t really explain it.”

“I’m telling you, you just need to experiment,” she frowned as she replied and crossed her silky legs. Her skirt hitched up a little as she did so. “Sex always gets stale at some point even in the best relationships. Just throw in a little spice and invigorate it. Ain’t that right honey?”

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My Wife Expands Her Love Life Ch. 02

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Erica arrived at the spa fifteen minutes before her appointment. She brought her book with her, as she wanted to be early. Soon after she registered and sat down the door opened and another client joined her in the waiting area. Soft lights and running water, plus quiet harp music created a tranquil environment. The other client was a black gentleman, who she noted was very, very black and she knew instantly that he must be African.

They fell into an easy conversation and she learned that he was also attending the same insurance conference. His first name was Collin and she stood up and went over to shake his hand. He was young and strong, well over six feet tall and she could not help but be impressed with his handsome good looks and easy manner. He explained that he worked for a very large diamond exploration and wholesale company in Botswana, and one of his current priorities was to expand the company’s insurance portfolio. A fairly recent graduate with his MBA from Oxford in England, he was superbly well educated, having been sent to the famous boys’ school Eton from Botswana when he was just 12 years old.

He asked about her background and she was happy to report on her university degrees and senior position with Robert’s firm. She asked if he knew very many people in attendance at the conference, and he said he did not know anyone.

Erica thought to herself that most of the attendees would be interested in new product development, she had done a little homework on her way to the spa and also noted that the seating for the afternoon session was like a university lecture hall in two person desks. Also the more Collin talked, the more she thought that this was an excellent opportunity for her firm to interest him, and the diamond company, in being a new client.

She suggested to him that they sit together at the afternoon session, and he enthusiastically agreed. She was excited to make this connection as all good sales people make relationships with their clients and she knew Robert would want her to be aggressive with this wonderful opportunity.

A very young Asian woman came out and asked Collin to follow her in for his appointment. Erica could not help but note her beauty and tiny figure. She was dressed in a halter top and a short white skirt which was, apparently, the uniform for all the women working in the spa.

A few moments later a very cute young redhead with an engaging smile and Irish accent came out and asked Erica to follow her. They entered a dim hallway, and then the treatment room which had wall to wall mirrors on both sides of the massage table. The girl’s name was Linda, and her beautiful red hair tumbled in curls down over her shoulders. She was dressed like the other masseur, and she made herself busy preparing lotions while chatting easily with Erica, who quickly removed her clothes. The casual top came off and Linda whistled softly and smiled as she admired Erica’s full breasts.

Unnoticed in the hallway outside the spa, Nicole, the hotel hostess, padded silently down the hall to an unmarked door, and she opened it with her own key. She was not due to be on duty until 2 pm. She closed and locked the door behind her just in time to see Erica, through the one way mirror, remove her top.

Nicole watched, transfixed, as Linda approached Erica and softly cupped the older woman’s breasts. Erica was caught off guard and her nipples instantly became erect and full. Linda asked Erica to sit, and she walked behind her and drizzled massage oil over her breasts just a couple of feet in front of the mirror. Nicole excitedly watched, and hoped Erica would not stop the redhead’s advances.

The Irish girl talked softly to her client, every word was as Nicole had asked her to say, and Nicole grew extremely excited and stroked herself as Erica moaned. Linda brought her head around Erica’s shoulder and Erica turned towards her to see what she was going to do. The women’s lips met and Linda pushed her tongue into Erica’s mouth.

Erica responded in kind and the two women deep french kissed.

Nicole had her first orgasm. She wanted this woman. The black man had shown plenty of interest in her, but Nicole wanted the busty blonde. She could not afford to just try and seduce her, as she could lose her job, so she decided on the special offer of the massage. Nicole had met the Irish girl at a pub months earlier and took her home and seduced her. Then it was easy. She employed her at the luxury hotel to do her bidding, and the young lesbian was paid well.

Nicole had to know how far the gorgeous blonde was willing to go, and Linda was about to find out. She instructed Erica to lie on her front and she began massaging her shoulders, neck, and down her back. She trailed her fingers lovingly down the Escort bayan crack in the blonde’s beautiful ass. Nicole held her breath and Linda, breathing heavily, lightly touched Erica’s anal ring. Erica called out, but in a passionate way, not alarmed, and Nicole had another orgasm as she watched, delighted.

Linda got a warm facecloth and pushed part of it in Erica’s anus, cleaning and rubbing.

When she was happy with the cleaning she discarded the cloth and drizzled massage oil around the edge and inserted a finger slowly, slipping it in and out, over and over as she repeated the teasing. She then ran her mouth down Erica’s ass. Erica had never experienced this with any person, and then she felt the incredible tongue of the redhead pushing its way into her anal channel. Linda slid two fingers around Erica’s clit and she screamed with a huge orgasm. The two fingers did not stop but entered her pussy as her mouth continued rimming the blonde’s anus. Linda’s other hand stroked Erica’s clit while the other two fingers worked their magic deep in her pussy. Erica was powerless, and screamed into the pillow, as she squirted and came in the girl’s face.

Nicole was beside herself with lust. She wanted to burst in on the two women and take Erica herself, but she contented herself with orgasm after orgasm as she watched.

The redhead would get a big tip after this performance, she would make sure of that.

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A reminder popped up on James’s phone that he and Erica were to attend an 18th birthday party that night for Becky, who had been their pet and house sitter for many years and lived on the next street. He thought to himself that the last time he had seen Becky, some months previous, that she was maturing quite nicely from the skinny teen they had first met. Becky was very fond of Erica, as she was like a big sister to her, and he thought she liked him a lot too. In latter years he would always walk her home at night to make sure she was safe, and in the last year or so, she would always hug him, and sometimes kiss him on the cheek, thanking him. He found himself enjoying the hugs, looking forward to them as a matter of fact.

He wondered what Erica was doing, and he thought about sending her a text to ask her whether he should attend Becky’s party without him, but he wanted to go to it, so he didn’t ask his wife.

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Erica and Collin met a few minutes before 2 pm and picked up their identification credentials at the reception desk outside the conference center and proceeded to take their seats about halfway down the hall. She had showered after the incredible massage session and wore a simple skirt with a fairly tight top. She noticed Collin, and many other men for that matter, looking at her ample bust. Collin for his part, was casually dressed with an open neck shirt, which was well tailored and his slacks were finely cut. She thought to herself that he must be fairly senior in the diamond company despite his relative youth.

Collin’s company address showed New York, so she asked him about that, and he replied that they had just opened a New York office, and he would be splitting his time between there and Botswana.

As the conference speakers began their presentations, Erica noted that Collin was making notes about certain products, and so she quickly began making notes on the same subjects using shorthand that she had learned many years earlier. They sat very close together as the double seating required. Their arms were constantly rubbing against each other, and Erica found herself shifting positions slightly so that his arm would make contact with her breast. He looked down her front, and then realizing that she had noticed, pulled away quickly. She smiled, and ever so lightly gave his leg a squeeze. He noticed her wedding rings and smiled back, a radiant smile with his white teeth standing out against his very black complexion. His hand covered and squeezed hers.

They got back to work, and they covered their note papers with ideas and suggestions.

She texted Robert and wrote that it was very important for him to come to the end of the sales meeting, as she wanted him to meet he man she had met. He texted back that he would be there when their meeting broke up.

Erica was delighted when Robert arrived just as they stood up to leave the session. She introduced Collin to him and suggested the two men get to know each other over a drink, and she would proceed up and get dressed for dinner. Robert then asked Collin to join them for dinner which was sponsored by the conference, and he readily agreed.

Erica proceeded to the elevator and ran into Abel the room service delivery boy. He smiled warmly at her and they got into the elevator together. He was carrying a tray. She stood close to him and touched his face caressing him, and telling him not to be shy, that she liked what happened that morning, and asked him if he was on duty the next morning.

He was headed to her Bayan escort floor, so she told him to come to her room after he delivered the tray and he stammered that he would. Erica was quite horny after practically sitting on Collin’s lap for three hours and with Robert tied up for an hour she decided that she would ask Abel for a favour.

Erica was sure that Abel would do what she wanted, that he was a submissive type, and so she planned to find out right now. She slipped out of her business attire and put on an outrageously low cut T shirt and a short skirt. She threw her damp panties into the laundry hamper. She had a plan for the young busboy, and finally he rang the doorbell of the suite. When he walked in she took him by the hand and pushed him down on a comfortable chair in the living room of the suite. Wordlessly, she bent over in front of him and showed him her ample cleavage. Smiling, she reminded him that her husband back in Chicago wanted her to have a black lover. She ordered him to slide down in the chair and he did exactly as he was told. Pulling up her skirt, she sat on his face, holding his mouth firmly against her pussy. She called him names. She moved her pussy faster and faster against his eagerly licking lips and tongue. Her legs had his arms pinned to the chair.

She had an orgasm and the relief of the built up tension of the afternoon with Collin flooded the young man’s face. She told him to stand, and ripped at his pants. His cock sprang free, fully erect and engorged. She slapped his cock and was delighted to hear him moan with pleasure before she kissed the cock head and sucked it into her white mouth, over and over as her saliva built up. She only had fifteen minutes. She yelled at him to fuck her hard, and bent over for him to take her doggy style. He did not disappoint and rammed his eight inches hard into her willing pussy. She grabbed his hand and with it, stroked her clit. He would do anything for her. After the wild experience with Linda, the masseuse, Erica thought that the next time she would make Abel do her in the ass. She would start him off by making him rim and lick her ass as the young Irish girl had done and Erica had loved it. She felt Robert’s cock would be too big for her back there, but Abel she could probably handle.

He exploded his cum deep in her pussy.

She realized that he had not even tried to kiss her and she thought that she would fix that too.

She told him to get dressed and leave as she had to be ready for her boss. He obediently excused himself, and she went to shower.

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Collin was very taken with the beautiful Erica. While seated beside her he felt himself getting aroused, and his thoughts went back to his teenage years and later his university experiences. When he was studying at Eton he only returned to Botswana for the long summer break where his father, a senior executive at the diamond company put him to work in the labor force. This gave him experience in working with the laborers, and also made him more fit as the outdoor physical work built his strength and endurance. The men whom he worked with often made comments about the white wives of the ex-patriot executives who were hired from England to work at the company, mostly in engineering and financial fields. The workers intimated that some white wives were seduced by the black, local men who populated the executive branch of the company, and they commented on how they would like to take their turn with the white women.

Collin was in a work gang that was run by Odete, an older student who was finished at Eton and now studying geology at Oxford.

Collin remembered vividly that after his first year at Oxford, when he lived in residence, like all undergrads were expected to do, that it was Odete who recommended a place for him to live with a white couple. Odete said they were very nice, the man was a professor, and his wife worked part time at a local library. They did not have any children and they were happy to have a boarder on their third floor. The rooms were spacious, and Collin was delighted. There was even a small living room with a television, and a tiny study for him to work.

The second evening with Professor Pears and his wife, Collin got a headache and asked Mrs. Pears for a pill. She said for him to go up to his room and get into bed and she would be up to attend to him. A few minutes later she arrived with a cold compress and the pill he requested. She sat on the side of the bed and put the compress over his eyes and forehead. As she leaned in to do that he was very aware of her full breasts against his chest. It was a warm September night and Collin had only pulled up a sheet over his naked body. Mrs. Pears pulled the sheet down to his waist. She commented on his wonderful physique, and ran her hands lightly over his chest. Her perfume was intoxicating. Collin remembered the workers comments about white wives with black lovers and he started to get hard.

Mrs. Pears noticed.

Mrs. Pears loved black students, Escort the blacker the better, the stronger the better, and she was very taken with young Collin. She told Collin about the many nights with Odete, and how she had taught the young man the many ways of sexually satisfying an older woman. She asked Collin if Odete had told him anything about her, and Collin replied that he had not. Mrs. Pears was very pleased.

She told Collin that Professor Pears was over thirty years her senior, She slipped her hand under the sheet. Collin froze with fear. But his cock paid no attention, and formed a tent that Mrs. Pears looked at with anticipation.

Collin snapped back to attention as he realized Robert was speaking to him.

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James was late for the party at Beck’y apartment. He had finished up an assignment and had received the next day off as a partial reward. When he arrived some of the guests had already left whilst others young people were preparing to go out clubbing. Becky spotted him immediately and bounced over to him excitedly. He was stunned by her appearance. It seemed she had matured greatly in the past few months, and he was delighted to see her. She hugged him and put her arms around his neck kissing him on the lips. A friend of hers went past and said to her to give him one of her special kisses, and they both laughed. Becky was wearing a thin cotton sundress, and it was certainly evident she was not wearing a bra. The dress was flared out and short, mid thigh or higher, and her legs were bare and gorgeous. James realized with a start, that she was dressed exactly like the young porn star he had been watching in the movie on his computer, her long hair was the same, the dress was identical in white with summer flowers on it , and her trim, ripe teenage body was overwhelmingly sexy, just like Riley, the porn star.

She took him by the hand into the living room where some couples were dancing, and she handed him a glass of wine. He noticed a flush on her cheeks and assumed that she had already had several glasses of wine. There was one seat left on the couch and Becky had him sit down and she sat on his lap. His arm went naturally around her waist, and her arm around his neck.

She whispered in his ear and asked about Erica, and seemed genuinely pleased to hear she was doing so well, and laughingly said to him that she would have to give him two special kisses, one he could pass on to Erica. His other hand slipped easily onto her exposed thigh, and he was delighted when she made no move to remove it, rather she patted it lightly and then put her hand to his face and moved his head slightly to kiss him.

Her mouth opened and their tongues met in a passionate french kiss. She told him she had wanted to kiss him like that for ages, and that she had given the special birthday kiss to lots of both boys and girls that night.

He was rock hard.

She moved on his lap, aware of his growing erection, and smiled sweetly. She pointed out her two girlfriend roommates who were dancing and necking with each other. She explained that they occupied the double bed room and she had the single. More and more of the friends left, and James was hoping she would not want to go downtown. He suggested they go back to his place where they could be alone.

She went to her room and came back with a knapsack, she whispered something to her roommates and then she and James, holding hands, left.

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Collin went back to his room after he and Robert parted.

His mind went back to thinking about Erica, and he wondered if he would get to know her better, or if she and Robert were an item.

He poured himself a drink, changed for dinner and had some time to himself. He thought back to the lovely Mrs. Pears. She had felt him get very nervous the night she treated him for his headache, so as much as she wanted to run her hand down to his throbbing naked black cock, she said she heard her husband call her and she excused herself.

Two more days passed. The routine was for him to share dinner with the professor and his wife. She would prepare the meal, and her husband would clean up after. Then Collin went into the living room and had tea with Mrs. Pears. They got along quite well and she asked him about his courses and how he was doing. She would sit beside him, touch his leg gently, and she always kissed him when he excused himself to study. As the week wore on the kiss would last longer, and he tried not to let her see that his cock was getting hard as they embraced. Once her husband walked in just as they were kissing. He made no comment as he walked past with his newspaper and his cup of tea.

The next night Collin was surprised.

The professor was out for the evening at departmental meetings, and the table was set with candles burning and an open bottle of good French wine on the table. Mrs. Pears came downstairs to greet him wearing a short skirt and a low cut tight top which showed her large breasts to perfection. She greeted him with a huge hug and a long kiss. She pushed her big, firm chest into the teenagers body and tousled his hair like an older person would do with a little boy. She said they had hours before the professor returned.

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The Box Ch. 06: “Sable Strokes”

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The Box had been absent from their lives for a time.

Nevertheless they had delighted in each other. Recently, he had placed her on a very strict no-touch regime, going deeply into teasing and denying her, excruciatingly so. Night after night he himself would edge her, demand she report how close she was to orgasm, take her close, closer, again and again, whispering such wicked and depraved things into her ear that he barely needed to touch her to take her there.

Each night, after at least a half dozen edges, he would promise her at least one ruin, and then instead edge her again and yet again, without even that satisfaction, until she was nearly weeping, begging him, promising him anything for even the deeply dissatisfying ruin she knew it would end up being.

And he in turn would assure her that he would satisfy that urge this time, as long as she adhered to some bargain he concocted in the moment. Either by counting down a little too quickly, or asking her some riddle that confused her, the answer to which failed some arcane test and meant she hadn’t won satisfaction, or using two fingers deep inside her and no stimulation of her clit whatsoever, and when she wailed: “I can’t come like this” merely to whisper that he was sure she could, and that she should either relax more or try harder, and then he would start counting again, always too quickly.

He would stop touching her, leaving her short, and she would moan and shake in frustration and murmur: “I hate you”, and with genuine sounding sorrow in his tone, he would hug her tightly and kiss her softly and assure her he knew what she really meant, and that tomorrow would be different.

Of course, it wasn’t.

She could barely think straight in the day, during this time, her mind straying back between her legs constantly, her thoughts filled with dozens of alternatives to that forbidden stimulation, just as he intended. Filling her mouth, filling her arse, reddening her buttocks with crops, paddles, bare hands, anything to take away that throbbing itch for a time.

*

Now, though, a national holiday approached and they had planned to disconnect from the world. They had raced to complete all their work by a certain date and agreed to turn off their phones, close up their laptops, set their email to auto-respond, and travel out into the countryside.

They had planned in the days to wander the local area, enjoying the sunshine, the parklands, the natural hikes, the historical sites. By night they would dedicate themselves to each other.

The place they had chosen was a small rural cottage, whitewashed walls, thatched roof, an authentic kitchen served by a log fire. It was quite removed from the local towns and warm and snug inside. It felt like stepping back into a bygone era with its oil lamps, its open grate, its own well for fresh water.

She had unpacked and hung her clothes in the oak wardrobe and returned to the main room, flooded with spring sunshine and uncluttered as only a holiday residence could be, when she saw The Box resting on the coffee table.

She became aroused immediately. So long without seeing it, she had wondered if its effects upon her would still work. Yet they did. Knowing how deeply their game had woven itself into her consciousness was itself also arousing. She felt a thrill somewhere between expectation, fear and delight deep in her belly that sang though her nerves and her hips twitched all on their own.

As usual he was watching her. He took such pleasure in the effects of its surprise appearance upon her, looking for the change in her expression, the quickening of her breath, the flush of her cheeks, the parting of her lips and the way she flicked her gaze back to him as he sat there smiling quietly.

He loved how conditioned to their game she had become.

Further, he loved heightening those effects. They had arranged to spend their first day touring the local area so when he suggested she remove her panties before they left the house, he did so knowing full well what effect it would have upon her throughout the day. She eased them off right there before him, slipping them out from Side escort under her light skirt, and handed them to him. He tucked them into his pocket.

And tour they did, in the open top car they had hired, the better to feel part of the landscape through which they drove. They stopped off here and there to park and look at the sights.

Throughout the day, every so often, he would lean in to place a gentle kiss upon her neck and murmur something wicked in her ear.

“I wonder if you’ll get to see inside the box tonight,” he’d say. Or:

“How does it feel, being naked under your skirt?”

Once or twice as they strolled the parapets of a local castle, with a few other tourists nearby, the warm breeze caught her skirt and she had to smooth it down with her hand. He came behind her, took her hand in his and pressed it to the hardness between his legs, whispering how excited it made him to think of her like that, slick between her legs and with the thinnest of material hiding this from the other people.

“Do you think we will allow you will come tonight?” he asked her. “Seeing as we are on holiday?”

She moaned in anticipation.

They took a light supper in the open air at a local village. Candles flickered on the tables. The warm breeze felt like silk against her skin and a lover’s breath between her thighs. He stroked her cheek with his fingers. Every so often he flicked a glance over at nearby diners. A silent look back to her, a slightly grin, suggested he was enjoying her frustration, her exposure to the elements, the proximity of the unwitting diners.

*

Back in the cottage, with a pretty fire dancing in the grate and the oil lamps dotted around the main room giving off a warm, orange glow, he eased the necklace that bore the key off from her neck, inserted it into The Box and turned it.

The metallic click as the lid sprung up was music to her ears.

She peered inside to see what lay there.

It was a paintbrush, for fine art, expensive, made of soft sable, about the diameter of his thumb.

She peered up at him curiously.

“Are we going to paint something?” she asked.

“We are,” he said. “We are going to paint you, my beautiful artwork.”

“Body painting?” she said. “But where are the paints?”

He simply smiled and led her over to a space he had cleared that morning, in front of the fireplace. He had laid carpet and several soft rugs there.

“Undress,” he said, in that certain tone he sometimes used with her that spoke to some deep, obedient part of her mind. She felt her hands jerk to obey him almost before she consciously moved to do so herself.

“Kneel,” he said, in that same tone, and she found herself dropping to her knees instantly, to gaze up at him. He stroked her hair, admired her beauty, praised her obedience and then eased her back until she lay, face up, on the carpet, warmed by the heat of the open fire.

He bound her there, arms stretched taut above her head, legs parted and ankles secure, another loop around her thighs to prevent her hips lifting and one more around her neck, partly to prevent her lifting her body but also because he knew she enjoyed that sensation. As he fastened this last loop about her throat, he whispered: “Just like a collar, to remind you that you are mine.”

Then he fetched the brush from The Box.

He began at her scalp, drawing the brush from the very crown of her head down through her hair, a curious sensation, and down her forehead, across her temples, along the upper parts of her neck. Slow, steady, gentle strokes in an almost meditative rhythm.

At first, he simply moved down her body, from head to shoulders to chest, to belly, thighs, legs and feet, as if she were being slowly drawn through the lightest of portals, head first, like being reborn. The fire flickered, the shadows swung in the dim light of the room. There was no music, just her soft, steady breath, the guttering of the flames and occasionally the odd word of praise from him as he worked.

Once he had moved down from the very top to the very bottom of her body, he began seriously Escort side to paint sensation upon her.

There was a pattern she began to discern in his ministrations. He began in her least sensitive areas, painting invisible, swirling, arcane patterns like beautiful lace or perhaps the intricate Celtic knotworks. Her shoulders, her arms, her hips. Yes, they were still sensitive, acutely so after the weeks of denial but still this was mere sensation, not yet acutely erotic.

She closed her eyes and the sensations upon her skin became amplified. As if she had entered an altered state, she began not just to feel the brush tracing patterns across her skin but also to see them in her mind’s eye. Spirals and whorls arose in her imagination, floated through her mind, danced and spun. It reminded her of the film Fantasia she had watched as a child.

It was as if he were filling her in like colouring book.

He moved on to more sensitive areas: the palms of her hands and her fingertips, the lids of her eyes, her face, the slightly parted lips of her mouth. Every faint dab of the brush now thrilled her and sent out shimmers of sensation that echoed around her body. The pretty patterns in her mind became more intricate and fractal. Her breath began to deepen.

And still he administered the brush in that slow, even-handed rhythm. He wasn’t out to surprise her with sudden, different pace or pressure. This was something else. A more calculated torture.

She knew, very well, what he was doing. As the brush stroked around her breasts towards the very edges of her areolae, or wandered up her thighs nearer and nearer to her vulva. He was painting her pleasure from least sensitive, least erotic, to the very place she needed to be touched. The very place he had been promising all day. Indeed, he had been promising something for weeks, during her denial.

He spoke to her quietly of her beauty, of how pleased he was to see her in this guttering firelight, of how delighted he was with her obedience, her denial, her yearning to please him.

Sometimes she drifted, floated, as if she had fallen asleep for a moment. She returned with a little thrill, to the present moment, to the touch of the brush, to his sweet, low voice murmuring things to her, urging her to breathe deeply and evenly, to relax.

Slowly, inexorably, he began to near her nipples and her clit, excruciating her with light, lapping teasing promises of the brush. The weeks of teasing before were nothing compared to the hair fine fibres of the brush stroking towards and alongside her most sensitive places.

But he did not quite touch them. Every time she felt he was about to stroke the fine hairs across that most sensitive flesh, and she arched her back and stretched her body forward to meet them, he simply drew the brush around her nipple, in a circle, three times, and then allowed it to recede, following the lines he had drawn previously.

He did the same as he neared her swollen clit. Her hips pressed forward, opening herself as she tried to raise herself, seeking out the fine hair with her most hungry, sensitive spot, only to find him circle it three times and allow the brush to recede, like an ebbing tide, back the way it came.

Something about the hours – it must have been hours by now – of slow, concentrated stimulation had pushed her into a hypersensitive state. She swore she could feel individual hairs of the brush dragging across her skin.

And it didn’t help that his low, murmuring voice urged her to feel the light lapping. Didn’t she want to feel it everywhere? Couldn’t she imagine it stroking and teasing her where she wanted it the most. It was almost hypnotic, those gentle, repetitive words.

Her nipples and clit burned like tiny points of fire. Her body tingled, covered in the lacework of sensation. And where he avoided with the brush, those three circles around her nipples and her most throbbing centre, felt like three tiny disks of longing, numb in contrast to the even-handed lapping of the brush that had touched every other inch of her. Between the lapping, and the numbness, and the hoping, and his gentle, Side escort bayan urging voice, she simply floated, mindless, the edges of her perception dissolving into a single wash of need.

Perhaps she had faded out for a moment, for she came to her senses, once again, to find the brush lapping, slowly, steadily, directly along her clit. She could hardly breathe. It lapped, like the softest, sweetest tongue, edging her, holding her right there, just before the tipping point. The edge had at one time been a sharp line over which she could pass, to tip directly into orgasm. Now after all their games, after these weeks of teasing, after these hours of the brush, the edge was a landscape that lead into the foothills of orgasm, a burning, pulsing landscape of sensation which led ever upwards towards a receding peak of sensation she wasn’t even sure she wanted to reach. If it were just a little faster, a little firmer…

“Oh please,” she moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please keep doing that. I’m so close.”

“Please keep doing what?”

She opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

He sat, beside her, hands in his lap, gazing at her intently.

And still that steady, soft stroking stimulated her. She still could hardly breathe, despite the confusion and astonishment. She wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Can you still feel it? Like when you spin around and stop but your head keeps spinning? Like you’ve been on a boat for the day, and you step off it but you still feel yourself swaying? Apparently the echoes concentrate physically in the place you have been focusing your attention. I wonder where that is.”

She moaned as the ghostly sensation of the brush lapped at her core.

“I don’t know how long it will last,” he said. “It could be a couple of hours. It could be a couple of days.”

A couple of days! A half-moan, half-whimper escaped her. A couple of days with an incessant, steady lapping, teasing sensation edging her, like a scratch unable to be itched, driving her ever upward in frustration without relief.

“We could leave you lying here,” he mused. Her whimper was her only reply. “Or perhaps you would prefer we relieve you with touch?” She nodded, desperate for the teasing to end.

“Very well,” he said.

He stroked one finger down her neck and she arched her back. The single touch upon her flesh seemed magnified by her now hypersensitive skin. She swore she could feel the ridges of his fingerprint. And more … she felt the touch trickle through her, following the lines of the loops and whorls he had painted on her flesh, sensation like lava, like sparkling light, tracing across her skin, following the maze upon her flesh to flood against her nipples…

No, not her nipples. He had drawn circles around them. The cascade of sensation washed against this, taunting her nipples with denial too. They were burning hard now, longing for sensation.

Another stroking touch, upon her thigh this time, the sensations flowing through the labyrinthine map upon her skin, to meet the circle he had drawn around her vulva, stopping them going any further. And just inside, that light, invisible, echoing lapping on her clit, slow, steady, unsatisfying.

She writhed and whimpered upon the carpet but that simply seemed to send further teasing ebb and flow across her skin to fall short of her most needy points.

“You should try to keep still,” he whispered, “or you might drive yourself insane with unfulfilled sensation.”

He tested her bonds, ensuring she was still firmly restrained. Then he himself ran another finger down her neck. Her core burned, throbbed, the ghostly brushing exquisite and unsatisfying.

“Perhaps we’ll let you feel a real finger upon your tip later on,” he said. “Or the real lick of the brush. It would be explosive, after all this time, wouldn’t it? It would send you right over. But it would be a shame to ruin this beautiful state too quickly, wouldn’t it? Right now it just takes a fingertip upon your shoulder to frustrate you so much your mind simply dissolves. You’d promise me so many things just for relief, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded, delirious with pleasure. She knew he’d bargain with her. Pain and punishment in the future for satisfaction right now. And she would gladly agree. He knew her very well indeed.

“Take a breath and relax, sweet thing. We have all night.”

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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 27

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Chapter 27 – Sisters, Friends and Lovers

How to invite two straight friends to a wedding orgy

At home the next weekend, Fran laid out the next challenge we had now that we’d coped with explaining our lifestyle and rough wedding plans to my parents. Fran had two close friends she’d grown up with – Val and Loren – neither of whom were sexual players as far as we knew, and they both needed to be convinced to be in the wedding and to play sexually with our perverted bunch of partiers. Val was an old high school friend, and Fran worked with Loren and they’d become BFFs outside the family circle.

Fran said, “I think the best plan is for the two of us to approach them one at a time, but together – you and me. I’ll do the hard sell, and you turn on the romance and flirt outrageously with them.”

I shrugged. I could do flirting with the two women just by being present, at least according to René. I’d seen pictures of Val and Loren, and they were both knockouts, although it had been hard to tell much more due to the limited nature of the photographs and their Facebook snapshots.

Val lived and worked about two hours away in Newport, Rhode Island. Fran arranged for us to go down and see her for lunch the following Saturday. Val was thrilled she’d get to spend a little time with her old friend, and also get to meet me again without the distraction of large lawn party.

Val did some kind of telemarketing and customer service, but Fran and a search of Facebook didn’t provide any more details than that. I’d had a couple of friends doing cold call telemarketing, and they told me it was the most unrewarding job they could think of.

We caught up with Val at a waterfront restaurant and pub in Newport. She was a hot woman Fran’s age, with glasses, but the kind of personality that made you think she was a sleeper and that her sexuality ran deep but had been suppressed to the point it was just ready to explode into a fourth of July fireworks.

Seeing her again, I wondered what she’d be like in bed. I scolded myself for that thought, but I realized I thought of almost every woman I saw that way.

We were about the only ones in the pub, and since the weather was relatively warm we sat outside but kept our coats on. I played a relatively silent role as Fran and Val caught up. They hadn’t seen each other for almost two years, since Fran and I had first started to go together, but they had had various telephone chats.

I almost dozed off in the warm sun, listening with half an ear to the feminine chatter about old friends, who was where, who’d seen what on Facebook, and so on. That said, I occasionally turned on the charm with Val, even touching her hand or arm to make a point now and then in a way I’d been told warmed a woman up to you. When talk about the wedding started I tuned in a little more, but I had no idea how Fran intended to broach the delicate subject she’d really wanted to explore with Val.

Fran spoke, “Val, this is a bit delicate, but I would like you to listen to me because your participation in our April wedding as a bridesmaid is so important to me.”

“Sure. Oh, I’m looking forward to it. I don’t see what’s delicate at all. I’m flattered to be asked.”

Fran said, “There are some details that I need to share with you.”

“Details?”

“Well, for one, we’re doing a destination wedding in St. Maartens in the Caribbean. We’ve picked a resort, and this is the delicate part, the dress code at the resort we’ll be using is clothing optional.”

Val smiled and said, “I still don’t see the problem.”

I jumped in after touching Val’s shoulders to get her attention and share the burden with my fiancée, “What Fran is trying to say is that part of the wedding may be clothing optional too, and … well, the reception will go on another five days in that spirit.”

Val looked between Fran and me. Fran said, “Let me explain a little more. Steve and I have lived together about two years, but my two sisters and two other friends also live with us … with an intimacy between all of us.”

In a very hushed tone but an interested look, Val said, “Oh.”

Fran continued. “Steve also has some other women he loves, and they too will be part of the ceremony along with some of the men who are my intimate friends.”

Val repeated softly, “Intimate friends?”

We both nodded. Fran emphasized, “Very intimate friends.” She put an emphasis on the word ‘very’ and the fact that ‘friends’ was a plural noun.

Val said in a matter of fact tone, “So, if I’m to participate in the wedding or reception I may need to be nude?”

“Maybe. We’re still planning the wedding,” Fran assured. “That’s our inclination, or maybe at least topless. Does that shock you?”

Val laughed for the first time since our conversation had taken this turn, “Actually, no. I sort of like the idea, in part because it holds the middle finger up to authority and the status quo. You should know, I’m no fashion model or porn queen.”

Fran ignored her deprecating comment yalova escort and I know the reference to a porn queen made her think of Sheila. She said, “You can bring a friend, and just to warn you, there’s likely to be some pretty serious swinging at the reception and the rest of the week.” Fran had really stuck her neck out now.

Val smiled and nodded, “Well, that’s what I sort of picked up from what you were saying. Do you want me to participate?” I sensed eagerness in her voice. I was getting the impression that there wasn’t one part of the proposed wedding scenario that bothered Val. She seemed to roll easily with nudity, topless, swinging, and who knows what else.

Fran said quickly, “Oh, only if you want to. I just want you to know what’ll be going on.”

Val laughed again, “Fran, you were worried about telling me and getting me to participate weren’t you?”

Fran nodded. “I hope I haven’t insulted you … or ruined our friendship.”

“Oh, God, no,” Val exclaimed with a chuckle as she leaned forward to touch Fran’s arm. “Let me tell you something about my job that very few people know.” She settled back in her chair and looked around to make sure that no one near us would hear her.

Val said, “I tell everyone I have a job doing telemarketing, but … well, I’m one of the key women at the end of a ‘900’ number.”

Fran didn’t get it; I did instantly. I laughed.

Val looked at Fran and said, “Phone sex! I do phone sex with people that call in.”

Fran started to laugh. “I might have expected that of you, but I couldn’t be sure your high level of horniness had stuck with you since school.”

Val retorted, “I love sex, and while I don’t sell my body, I sell my voice – and I’m thinking of starting a webcam operation too. I have a bunch of steady clients, and I’m making some really good money. Someday, I know I’m going to have to stop and get a ‘real’ job, but this is still fun and sexy and arousing.”

I asked, “Do you use an office or work from home?”

“Both. I spend about three afternoons a week in an office near here. The rest of the time, we login with our phones and then calls get routed to us automatically. Not much happens in the morning, so I’ve become a night person. I get the high school and college guys calling in the afternoon and early evening, and the older men calling in between nine and one a.m.”

I asked, “What’s your specialty, or do you have one?”

Val said, “I have several, and I get my calls depending on what they’ve punched in as their preference. They can also login their preferences at our website, and shortcut the calls to get to us then if they have a PIN. My specialties are straight sex, group, cuckold, hot wife, lesbian, gangbang, and masturbation.”

Fran said, “Do you join in or is it all just make believe?”

“Oh, some of the men can really get me cranked up. I’m embarrassed to admit that I usually cum about five or six times a day – sometimes twice in one call with the right guy when he’s talking back to me a lot, you know, good dirty talk.”

“Do you have a steady guy or is it all solo?”

“Oh, I’ve been getting plowed rather heavily while I’ve been on the phone describing to some caller what’s happening to me. They love it, and will usually spend another ten or fifteen minutes hanging in with me until I orgasm – if I can hold it off that long.” She blushed and added, “I’ve also had a gal friend eating my pussy during a few calls, but she moved away, so that doesn’t happen these days.”

Fran asked, “So, boyfriend doesn’t mind you doing this?”

“Boyfriend’s name is Jerry, and he gets really turned on by it. It has really spiced up our sex life to a real peak.”

I asked, “How’d you get the job?”

“Friend of a friend at a party asked me some probing questions and I guess I answered the right way. The jobs are sought after because they pay so well – like I can make an average of eighty to a hundred dollars an hour. About half of the gross revenue goes to the guys that run the hotlines, and we get the rest. The more we can keep someone on the line, the more we make – it’s a sliding scale too, and that’s why I like the returning customers too; they’re content to engage in a long call at three bucks a minute.”

“How do you think up stuff?”

“Oh, I have some scripts to get me started, and then cue cards with lots of expressions and key words on it to give me some ideas or remind me of dirty expressions. I keep adding to my lists and cue cards. I’m naturally creative and very verbal.” She gave me licentious grin.

I chuckled, “I have this vision of a bunch of severely overweight women doing this? Are you the exception to the rule? You’re beautiful, trim, and guys would like to eat you alive.”

Val said, “Thank you. Some of the other women that work in our call center are … well, the only words I can think of are calorie challenged, but then there are a few that are skin and bones, but they smoke like chimneys. They’re forced to stand outside yozgat escort in the snow and rain to get that hit of nicotine once an hour. The boss times them too. That said, they’re all one horny bunch and can talk a guy into cuming twice with them over an hour call. They’re good.”

“Any guys?”

“Just a few. Some of the calls are women, and most want to be sweet talked, to enjoy some fantasy lover who tells them they’re wonderful, can do no wrong, look fabulous, and are the most desirable person on the planet. We all have to be good at lying through our teeth to strangers who we’ll never see. Of course, there are guys because the gays call in too, but not as many as you’d think. We all use fake names; mine is Syndi.”

I speculated, “You’re in the business of selling a fantasy … of being a fantasy to someone.”

Val said, “Yes, about four an hour on average, but some only hang in there for five or ten minutes, and others may go an hour or more. You can really get into it with the longer calls; you know, create an identity, develop your character, see how the new you plays out against the character who’s on the other end of the phone line, and then work the storyline through to some fabulous conclusion with unbridled sex or true love or both.”

Fran mumbled, “I think I want to change jobs, particularly at a hundred an hour.” Val and I laughed.

Fran said, “Well, I was all worried about whether we’d shock you, but I have to admit you’ve shocked me … in a nice way. I’ll think of more questions on the drive home, but at least I know you’re ‘in’ on the wedding.” She paused and asked, “What about the extracurricular stuff that’ll be going on?”

Val thought, “Surprisingly, I’ve never actually done a lot of the stuff I pretend to have done. I’ve never been in a threesome or done anal sex or made love with a woman, but boy can I talk a good story. Maybe it’s about time I at least tried some of the things I’ve been telling my clients.”

I asked, “How do you learn your stuff?”

Val blushed, “I watch Internet porn and read Literotica. Visit a few sites and cruise around, and you can end up watching every sexual perversion known to mankind.” She chuckled.

“I know what you mean.”

Fran said, “Well, you’re in, and if you want a sympathetic ear during the week, come or call, and find me. I’ll help you, coach you, demonstrate for you, and just about anything else.” She added, “Sometime, I’d like to listen in to a bunch of your calls; could I do that?”

“Oh, sure. I have some of my friends over once in a while and I give them a headset so they can tune in. Jerry listens in all the time too. I think he’s curious what other guys are getting off on, plus sometimes he’s doing sexual things to me while I’m on the phone.”

We had a great lunch with Val, talked more about her job, the wedding, our lifestyle, and then about a half hour just talking about swinging, something Val had never engaged in but had a huge curiosity about. She told Fran she wanted to become a player.

After our long lunch we parted ways, but not before Fran had invited Val to come up and stay over on some weekend in the near future. Hopefully, I’d be home.

* * * * *

On the way home, Fran and I had a little pretend game where she played the role of a phone sex operator, and I called in.

Fran started, “Hi, Darling. Tell me your name. I’m so glad you called. I’ve been horny for you all day.”

Me, “Really. I’m Steve. Well, I was sort of curious about you, and what you’re wearing.”

“Oh, I’m Fran, and I have on a long t-shirt, but there’s nothing on under it because I like to be able to reach my pussy and play with myself when I think about you, Steve.”

“Are you playing with yourself now?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, I’d like that, but tell me what you’re doing.”

Fran actually started to run her hand up under her woolen skirt. “I’m rubbing my nipples with one hand – I have big breasts, but you probably might have guessed that. They have big areolas, and right now my nips are excited and standing up at attention because I’m rubbing them. They’re very stimulated. Touching them or having them sucked on makes me really horny. With my other hand, well, I just put that down by my pussy. I have a little strip of hair that I saved when I last shaved down there. I like it when people like you run your finger through it – or your tongue, or your cock.”

“Could you put a finger inside your cunt?”

“Oh, Steve, I want to do that for you. Oooooooh, God. I’m doing it right now … and it feels so gooooood. I wish you were here doing it to me.”

“Say more.”

“Oh, I’m adding another finger … and another. I have three fingers in my pussy right now, and it’s really getting sloshy because I’m giving off so much girl juice … oh, I’m using my little finger too, … and now I’m folding my thumb into my hand … and … Oh, fuck, I just put my whole hand inside my cunt.”

“How’s that feel?”

“Oh, God, Steve. I ankara escort wish it were your hard cock. I bet you’re really big and a fucking powerhouse. Wouldn’t you like to … Oh, Steve, I think I’m going to cum. Oh … Oh … Oh, … Jeeze, I’m squirting girl juice. Oh, dear, I flooded the bed. There’s a huge wet spot right where I came just thinking about you fucking me – about you sinking your massive cock deep inside me and then pumping away until you cum deep inside me.”

Fran’s right hand was a blur under her skirt. Her eyes were slits as she stared at me and made love to herself. I kept checking the traffic around me, and pacing the car so no one was right next to us.

Before I could say anything further, Fran came for real. She gasped out, “Oh, fuck, that was intense.”

“I love you, Babe. You are a really hot fiancée, and you’re going to be one hot wife.”

Fran unfastened her seatbelt and came across the center console so she could kiss me. “I love you, husband to be. We are going to have such fun. We are having such fun. I love the way we are with everybody right now. I say that, but if you ever feel something is a ‘off’ I hope that you’ll come and talk to me. We have to keep being open with each other just the way we’ve been, particularly because we share ourselves with others.”

“You have my promise. Right now, I feel the same way you do. This is the good life, and I don’t want to change anything.”

Fran sat back down and added, “Now, hurry home because I need all eight-point-three-seven inches of your cock up my little cunt before we do anything else.”

True to her word, we no sooner got home, than Fran willingly dragged me past a few of the others in the living room, stripped the two of us, pushed me onto the large bed, and then gave me a genuine ‘Fran Henson, patented blowjob’ to get me hard again, and then started to ride me to several orgasms before I relaxed and blew a huge load of cum into the beautiful and moist dark reaches of her interior. We cuddled for a little, and both of us fell asleep for a bit, before we got up, showered, and joined the others to share the news about Val.

* * * * *

Fran and I sat on the sofa facing each other having a glass of wine. We’d both just gotten home from work, but I’d met her at lunch with her work colleague Loren. This was the start of what promised to be a slow seduction so that in six months Loren could be a ‘fully participating’ bridesmaid in our wedding.

I said, “You have yourself an uphill project with Loren. She’s one of the most conservative people I’ve met. At least today, I can’t imagine her even wearing a bikini, let alone going topless or nude at the resort, and participating in the ‘party after’ is an even further reach.”

Fran shook her head. “I think part of her demeanor today had to do with meeting you for the first time. She’s shy. Did you see the color rise in her neck just because you held her coat for her?”

I laughed, “Fran, I was standing about a quarter inch behind her, breathing hot air on her neck to turn her on, and as I helped her with the coat I lightly stroked the back of her neck with my fingers.”

Fran laughed, “You devil. Well, at least she responded. As we walked back to the office she allowed as how you were really nice … and now I see why she put the emphasis on the word ‘really.'”

“I did try to be engaging during our lunch. She’s nice, but as you said, she’s shy. Do shy and conservative mean the same thing in this case?”

“I guess we’ll find out. Tomorrow, I’m going to let it slip that we live in a polyamorous relationship. We’re going to build up to full disclosure over the next month or so.”

I speculated, “Even at full disclosure, I’m not sure she’s in your pocket. She needs to be a bit of exhibitionist or even a slut to fit in with our crowd.”

“Hey, are you calling me a slut?”

“Yeah, wanna make something of it?”

Fran grinned and said, “Yeah, how about a quickie before the others get home.”

On that note the two of us practically sprinted for the bedroom. I shut the door and left a telltale sock on the doorknob.

* * * * *

Periodically during my travels I got reports from Fran about luring Loren into our bawdy wedding and beyond that into pure lusty sluthood. Loren had taken the news of us living in a polyamorous relationship without much emotion other than curiosity. Fran said she asked some polite questions about how it worked, who else was involved, and why Fran had decided to pursue that lifestyle.

A week later, Fran commented about meeting up with Aidan for dinner, emphasizing that the liaison was a ‘date’ and that for certain he’d get lucky that night because she was horny. She’d already commented that I was in Denver. Fran said that Loren’s eyebrows went very high, even after she assured her that I was fully cognizant of Aidan and Fran’s ultimate intent, and that I not only approved but encouraged them.

A day or so later, she mentioned Matt Chung and how it was so nice to have him stay over occasionally when I was away because he could fix ‘guy things’ and was nice to cuddle up to. This time Loren enquired more specifically how many men and women were in our group. Fran only talked about the Cambridge contingent at that point: herself, Sheila, Ally, René, Ivy, Aidan, Matt, and me.

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Chapter 4 – The Dinner Party

The start of the fourth month was basically more of the same sort of things. I was having more sex than I probably ever had and I was loving it. We spent a lot of time doing normal sorts of things, but usually with at least some touch of the erotic, and some of the time, of course, I would have her posing for me and whatnot. One night I had her climb up on the table while I was eating and face away from me on her hands and knees while she masturbated. Another night I had her climb under the table and suck me off while I ate.

Mid way through the month, I told her that I was going to have a dinner party and that she would be the hostess of course. She asked me exactly what I meant by that, but I said that she would just need to wait and see. I was having a group of six male business associates from Germany over for dinner. I didn’t see them often, and didn’t really know them very well, but when I was in Germany they’d taken me out to a number of good strip clubs, and I was very confident that they would enjoy what I had planned. As long as Cindy went along with it…

The day of the dinner she was preparing the food in the afternoon. I went out shopping for her clothes for the night. Before I left I told her to dress in her French Maid’s outfit. It was sexy, but didn’t show anything. It consisted of a very short dress with the ruffled petticoats underneath, a strapless top that was very low cut and pushed her breasts up impressively and had low back. I instructed her to wear a very small pair on panties and the garter belt and fishnet stockings with very high heels. When I got home she met me at the door wearing the outfit. She was nervous. She had worn less in front of strangers a number of times, but something about being the hostess and clearly wearing this outfit for the excitement of the guests made her feel more of the pressure of attention. Regardless, she didn’t complain and the guests started to show up shortly afterwards.

The guests all complimented her on her outfit. Some with very lewd looks… She served us dinner and each time she put down a plate one of the guys or another would lean back to catch a glimpse of her ass. One time a guy did it very blatantly and I happened to catch his eye as he was doing it. He looked embarrassed, and he apologized as soon as she went back into the kitchen.

I said, “no, by all means, she is a very attractive woman and I appreciate the fact that other men like to look at her.”

They all concurred that she was very attractive, especially in the outfit she was wearing. I said that they hadn’t seen the half of it. I explained that she was a bit of a exhibitionist and tended to wear very revealing outfits. They were trying to be subtle, but one of them couldn’t help but ask what kinds of outfits I was talking about. I said that I wasn’t very good at describing that kind of thing, but maybe I could persuade her to show them one or two of them. They all looked a little surprised, a little embarrassed, and a good deal excited.

When Cindy came back in I told her that we had just been talking about some of the wonderful outfits she has and I asked if she wouldn’t mind showing us one or two of them. I had left the shopping bags in the den, so I ‘offered’ to grab them for her. I went and got the new things I had bought that day and gave her the first bag. She took it with her into the other room to change. It was a very short white dress and high heels. The dress was low cut, barely would cover her ass, and was so low cut in the back that from some angles you could see the curve of the top of her ass. I put a note in the bag earlier explaining that she was not to wear anything other than what was in each bag.

She came back out after what really seemed like too long of a delay… She looked great. The dress was extremely sexy, but almost had a class about it as well and she carried it off well. She brought urfa escort us out drinks, and more than a few times one of the guys would catch a glimpse of either the top or bottom of her ass, or part way down her chest, but I don’t think anyone saw her nipples or pussy or anything. She was fairly nervous and was moving around very carefully. The guys ooo’d and ahh’d over her outfit and I kept leading them into being comfortable telling her how sexy she was. They picked up on it and were pouring compliments on her.

After a while, one of the guys asked if perhaps she had any other wonderful outfits that she would like to show them. I jumped in and said that of course she did. I handed her the next bag. This one had a matching skirt and tank top. They were both made out of a very thin, silky material that clung to her body very closely. The skirt was incredibly short and had slits in the side as well. I knew that no matter what she did, she would likely be flashing part of her ass from time to time, and if she wasn’t very careful she would be flashing her pussy as well. The top was fairly small, but tight and the way it clung to her you could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the fabric. She must have been looking in the mirror pulling together some courage for a while, but when she came back out the guys were stunned. She was a vision, and the nervousness she was showing just made it more exciting. She brought out desert and was very careful how she moved, so I don’t think anyone saw much of anything. At least not much of the very small portion of her body that the outfit hid…

After she gave everyone their deserts, I pulled her onto my lap sideways. I put my arm around her back and my other hand on her thigh. Everyone was talking for a while, but it was pretty clear that everyone’s minds were on her body. After a while I started kissing her and we got pretty heavy for a bit. I was rubbing my hand up and down on her thigh, and maybe pushed the skirt up slightly and brushed against her breasts, but nothing too intense. Finally, the guys couldn’t pretend not to focus on her any more. They all just started talking at length about how beautiful she was, and how wonderful it was that she was so open, and how much they liked her outfits. She was clearly loving being the center of attention and getting so much over the top praise… She giggled and squirmed around a little, but didn’t say anything to discourage the guys from looking her up and down in her half naked condition. Finally, she stood up and started clearing all the desert plates.

As soon as she left the room, one of the guys asked whether I had any, um, other outfits that she might like to show us. I hesitated, and then said that yes I did. In fact, I had one that was significantly more interesting than the ones she had worn so far, but that I wanted to be very clear about something- this was not going to turn into a gangbang. I would only ask her to try on the next outfit if I was comfortable that all the guys understood that she was for looking at only, and that none of them would be allowed to touch her in any way. I would be the only person that would be allowed to touch her at all. They would have to go back to their hotel rooms and jerk off at the end of the night. I asked them if they were comfortable with that and wanted to see if I could get her to try on another outfit. I made sure that I got agreement from each one individually. A couple of them seemed a little bit disappointed, but they all agreed, and I knew that I could trust them. Most of them I trusted individually, since I knew them, and with the whole group here I didn’t think anyone would try anything inappropriate.

So, I grabbed the last bag and went into the kitchen to talk to Cindy. She whispered that she had overheard our conversation and she thanked me for being so careful, but she said that she was sort of apprehensive about what uşak escort would be in the bag I was holding that warranted such a fuss….

First I told her the plan of what she was to do, and then opened up the bag for her. The bag held a small, transparent black nightie and a tiny, transparent, pair of panties. Worn together they were enough to hide her pussy, but either one by itself would be transparent. She was very nervous about some of the things I had told her to do when she was out in the room again, and the outfit didn’t help calm her much, but she was definitely excited as well. While we talked, I lifted up her top and rubbed her breasts with one hand and reached under her skirt to touch her ass with the other. Then I guided her hand into my pants and let her stroke me for a minute before going back out to let her change.

When she came back in, conversation stopped and everyone’s jaws dropped. Her gorgeous breasts were plainly visible through the nightie, and really the only part of her body you could not see clearly was her pussy. I think the guys were expecting something sexy, but not this revealing.

She strutted up to the table next to me and said, “so what do you think boys? Do you like this outfit?”

That broke the silence and they all started raving about how amazing she looked. A couple of them even said that she was making them horny. I told her that as good as the front was, we would sure like to see the back as well, and she turned around and bent forward accommodatingly. I was impressed. She was carrying this off with more confidence than I thought she would have. And I noticed that her nipples were very hard. The danger and ‘naughtiness’ of this was clearly a turn on for her as well as myself. The guys just watched her and she sort of half-danced, half-strutted around taking in their attention and finally came and sat on my lap again.

We all talked for a while, but nobody was even pretending not to stare at her anymore. One of the guys talked about how he wished his wife would experiment like this more, and so on. Cindy and I kissed from time to time and I fondled her somewhat. After a while, I started to slide my hand up her thighs, and then over her stomach and up to her breasts, lifting the nightie as I went. It was pulled up well above her belly and the front of her transparent panties were clearly visible to at least a few of the guys. They were not as transparent as the nightie, but you could definitely make out her pussy.

She pretended to be oblivious, but it was obvious from the way she was squeezing my arm that she was fully aware of what I was doing. I started to massage her breasts in earnest and then I whispered to her to pull her nightie the rest of the way off. She did, glancing some of nervously around at the other guys, who were all sitting there watching, enthralled while I rubbed her ass and tits while she sat on my lap wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of panties.

After playing for a while I asked her to get us another round of drinks. That gave the guys that were not lucky enough to have had a good view of her when she was on my lap a chance to take her whole body in, and it gave all of us a good look at her ass as she walked away into the kitchen.

As soon as she went into the kitchen, I said that I was very serious about what I said about this not being a gangbang, and emphasized that anyone who took this any farther than I explicitly said was allowed would get kicked out right that second. But, I said that maybe we could be a little bit flexible on the strict no-touching rule… I said that I would allow them to cop a quick feel of her ass or her tits as she gave them drinks, but no more.

Just a second later, she came in carrying a tray with the drinks. She went around the table giving one guy a drink at a time. She had to hold the tray with one hand while she put the drink down with van escort the other, all the time balancing on some fairly ridiculous heels, so the guys basically had free reign of her body. Most of them grabbed for her ass, since that was the easiest, but a couple snuck a quick feel of her tits. She neither pulled away nor encouraged them. It didn’t seem like she knew how to react, so she just didn’t. At least, not outwardly. She brought me my drink last, and when she leaned forward to put it on the table I reached around her and grabbed one of her breasts with each hand. I had to bend her forward slightly to reach, which was even hotter. I slid my hands all around her body in front of all the guys, and finally I stood up behind her and pulled her back up straight. I massaged her breasts for a while, and let my hands slide over her pussy from time to time. She leaned back into me and moaned a bit. By the way she was breathing and moving I could tell she was extremely aroused.

So, I took her hand and moved it to one of her breasts. She started touching it while I touched the other and teased her pussy and stomach. After a few minutes, I reached under the sides of her panties and pulled them down, leaving her naked in front of all 8 strangers. She didn’t miss a beat, and kept working her breast while I started to rub her pussy. She was rapidly approaching an orgasm, but I wanted to milk it out longer so I slowed my pace. She was moaning and writhing against me and all the guys were in awe at what they were seeing. I noticed two of their arms moving back and forth below the table. Then, I took her left hand and slid it down to her own pussy and whispered that she was to keep herself on the brink of cumming, but was not allowed to make herself cum yet. She was clearly having trouble following that instruction, but managed to hold off. I stepped back and walked around to the other side of the table to take the spectacle in. It was incredibly erotic to see her touching herself, clearly in the sway of her passion, in front of all these strangers.

Finally, I went back to her side and whispered that she could cum now. I rubbed her breasts while she brought herself off. One or two of the guys appeared to beat her to the punch… She came very quickly, and extremely loudly. She was shaking uncontrollably for a couple of minutes, and when she finally slumped back into my arms she was beat. I lead her into the bedroom and laid her back on the bed naked. As she sat down on the bed she reached out and unbuttoned my pants and quickly fished my cock out and into her mouth. I let her suck on it for a minute or two, but then told her to wait there, as she was, and not to touch herself, until I was back.

I went out into the dining room again and 5 of the guys had already left and one more was getting his coat together. He gave me a very grateful thanks and goodnight and went on his way. The other two were still drinking the last of their drinks in the dining room. They both said that they were blown away by Cindy, and thanked me over and over again. We talked for a few minutes, and then I said that I had matters to attend to with Cindy, and that I would have to wish them goodnight. They were clearly both hoping for something more, but they started to get their things together. I told them both that if they would be interested, maybe I would have them back another time… Maybe for a more interactive night. They both heartily encouraged that, but went on their ways.

I went back in to the bedroom and let Cindy suck my cock until I came in her mouth. We both dozed off for a couple of hours, but I woke up later with a raging hardon and I rolled over and slipped it into Cindy’s pussy almost before she was awake. She was still so wet, and must have been dreaming of something pretty hot because I slipped right in.

The rest of the month was comparatively tame. We had both probably used up a lot of our sexual energy on that night… A few nights after the party, though, she did tell me that she never thought something like that would make her so horny, but that it was incredible how it took hold of her. She was definitely embarrassed about what she had done, but excited by it at the same time.

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Ryan continues to celebrate his 18th Birthday.

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When Ryan reached his eighteenth birthday Mum gave herself to him. She had her Daughter’s blessing with the caveat that she should teach him everything he needed to know. She would reach her eighteenth birthday, twenty five days later and also wanted her Brother’s cock.

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“That all of it?”

I dragged my eyes from Mum’s face and tits and glanced along my body to where my cock disappeared into her cunt.

“Little bit still to go Mum,”

“Think you can thrust your hips up nice and hard? Like you were trying to tease the last of the strawberry jam out of the corners of the jar with a spoon?”

Moving my hands such that I could cup her magnificent tits more fully while positioning a finger and thumb either side of each nipple I squeezed each breast and pinched each nipple. Mum let out a groan, long and low. I pushed my hips upwards, urgently.

“Arrh fuck!”

Mum’s head went back, her tits seemed suddenly a lot firmer and she grunted loudly.

“Thought you said it was only a little bit?”

“Sorry Mum.”

“Don’t be. Do it again and again and… Fuck! Yes just like that…!”

So I rammed my hips upwards and pulled Mum’s body down onto my cock by hauling on her hard tits. Just so she’d really suffer I rolled her nipples firmly between my fingers and thumbs.

Mum became more and more energetic as she started to bounce on my cock, forcing herself down to meet my upthrusting cock.

“Don’t… fucking… stop… ’til… you’ve… fucking… filled… me…with… your… fucking… baby… fucking… batter.”

I was on a roll and had absolutely no intention of stopping. I drove my hips up and thrust my cock deep into her descending cunt. Mum squealed with pleasure and panted erotically between incomprehensible grunts of exertion.

“I’m still cumin! I’m still cumin! I’m still cumin! I’m still cumin! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me and fill me. Fill my cunt with spunk!”

I’m a good boy. Always do what Mum says. With a final, double strength upwards thrust I rammed my cock deep as possible into Mum’s cunt and held the position as I felt my balls contract and the first fuck load of spunk spurt into Mum’s cunt.

“Oh shit! That feels incredible. My cunt is filling with your spunk, Ryan. You’re a proper man now. My man! Just hold it there and let me enjoy feeling you fill me.”

Mum shuddered as I pumped my juices into her, spurt after spurt. When I thought I’d finished I felt her cunt tightening around my cock then she started to move. Resting her elbows either side of my head she started to rock back and forth on my cock. Squeeze as she pulled her cunt up my length and relaxed as she pushed back onto it.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck yeah! Fantastic. What ya doin’?

“Special cunt muscles for squeezing cocks and other items inserted in greedy cunts. Not used them significantly in years. Should have been squeezing your cock while I rode you but … I’ll just have to practice more often, eh?” she chuckled.

“Anytime you like, Mum, just say the word. I’ll cum running… err, Mum… can I eat your cunt again?”

“Now? With my cunt full to overflowing with your spunk?”

“Yes, is that wrong?”

Mum laughed delightedly then whispered into my ear;

“You mean wrong as in, eating me to countless orgasms, pumping your load direct into me belly and making me cum again then fucking me beautifully, making me cum loads more, is right? No Darling, eating my cunt after fucking me is not wrong by any manner of means. I’d love it. How’d you want me?”

“Downstairs I pretty much fucked your face until I spunked in your throat. I’d like you to fuck my face until you cum all over it and in my mouth, if you can squirt again?”

“Darling, you and me are going to have so much fun in the cumin years.”

“Only years?” I sniggered dirtily “I’m thinking decades.”

“Chrissie will need a piece of your cock very soon. Probably a big piece, regularly. She’s waited so long. I’m not greedy, Darling, I’ll share you quite happily and I don’t think she’ll object to sharing you either. Mind you, you’ll spoil her for any other man in the future. Although I seriously doubt she’ll ever look at another man.”

We reorganised on the bed, Mum’s legs between my arms and my body and her cunt positioned perfectly such that she could use my entire face to bring herself to orgasm.

“Just slap my arse if I forget to let you breathe, okay?”

I could easily see why a cunt that had just been fucked was called a cream pie. Mum’s cunt was frothy where we’d continued fucking after I’d dumped my load high up inside her. A white frothy whipped up confection of my spunk mixed with Mum’s cum and cunt juices. It really did look inviting.

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Maybe I’m different, I don’t know but I had trabzon escort tasted my own spunk a long time before fucking Mum. I’d wanked off, some missed the paper hankie and ended up on my belly. I’d already binned the hankie when I discovered I’d missed some so scooped it up with my finger. Get out of bed and get the hankie from the bin or lick my finger clean?

I already knew that girls loved swallowing spunk from the stories I’d read on the internet so it obviously wasn’t going to do me any harm. I licked my finger. Simples.

I’ll be honest, it wasn’t something I’d use instead of marmalade or strawberry jam on my toast in the morning but it would be a whole lot higher up my list of choices than Marmite ever would.

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I already knew Mum tasted delicious from when she was laying on the settee earlier so the cream pie just above my face was eagerly and enthusiastically awaited.

“You gonna lower that delicious looking cream pie on my face or am I gonna have to pull you down on my mouth?”

Mum lowered, cautiously at first but once she realised I wanted her cunt in my face and her cream all over it she became much more enthusiastic. I didn’t have to remind her to let me breath more than a couple of dozen times, most. I loved the way she used me to bring herself to orgasm. Her cunt didn’t stay still for a moment as she switched from my nose driving into her clitty to my chin as she tried to force my entire face, chin first, into her cunt. My cock was very quickly ready to fuck her again.

As it was when she knew I was just about to upload spunk into her throat I instinctively knew when Mum was going to climax. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes as her cum flowed into my waiting mouth and her squirt splashed on my face. I laughed with delight as best I could and lapped up every drop that I was able to reach. Mum was as clean as a whistle before I let her move.

Mum slid down my body until my erect cock blocked her path, rubbing against her well fucked and eagerly eaten cunt.

“More? You got a boner with me face-fucking you with a cream pie?

“I got a boner eating your cunt and making you cum.”

“How do you want me this time?”

“You choose, something that will make you explode with pleasure.”

“Doggie! I kneel on the bed, you kneel behind me and work your cock in nice and deep. Comfy for both of us. We can fuck ’til morning if we need.”

Again we adjusted our positions. Mum’s bum looked absolutely glorious up in the air and presented as it was. A definite ‘fuck me’ position. I knelt behind her and eased my cock into her cunt and took a firm grip on her hips as instructed.

“Okay? Now hammer your beautiful nail home until it is all the way inside my slutty cunt. Fuck me as hard and fast as you like until you’ve shot your load again.”

I rammed my cock into her. Mum’s head came up as she let out a loud grunt of pleasure. The bed headboard slammed against the party wall. I stopped abruptly.

“Wassamarra?”

“We carry on like this and Mrs. Johnson next door will have told the whole street that you’ve got a new fella and he fucked you hard all night, before we’ve even started on breakfast.”

“Shit! I forgot that. Good job your head’s still working. Pity, I was looking forward to a damn good, hard, fucking again. It’s been a long time since…”

“We could pull the bed away from the wall about 6″ or maybe you can kneel on the side of the bed and I’ll stand behind you? That work?”

“We’ll do both.”

Mum knelt up and scooted to the side of the bed. I moved to the opposite side. Together we worked the whole bed away from the party wall about 12″.

“That should do it, announced Mum happily, “now let’s try the kneeling/standing position.”

Mum knelt on the edge of the bed then shuffled backwards, making beep, beep this vehicle is reversing noises, until she was only just balanced on the very edge.

“How’s that?”

I stepped in close behind her and offered my cock to her cunt. By widening the position of her knees Mum was able to line my cock and her cunt up perfectly. I slid inside her gently.

“Ohhh, that feels gorgeous,” Mum declared, “how’s it for you?”

“Looks fantastic but I’m banging my shins against the wood each stroke.”

“No problem, we can sort that!”

She was off the bed in a trice and over to the tallboy wardrobe.

“Help me with this old suitcase, Darling.”

I put it on the bed. It was full of old style blankets. We all had duvets on our beds with a blanket under the bottom sheet for comfort. Mum sorted out two and closed the suitcase. I returned it to the top of the wardrobe while Mum unfolded them. She laid them one on top of the other and folded them lengthwise forming a long, thick, 2 foot wide strip.

“Lift the mattress for me Darling.”

I lifted and Mum fed about 12″ of thick blanket under the mattress. We worked our way up the length of the bed until the blanket folds covered the entire length tunceli escort of the piece of wood.

“Try that.”

I stood up close to the piece of wood and thrust my hips forward as if driving my cock into Mum’s cunt. Nice!

“Perfect! No hard edges at all. Now get your tight little cunt up here so I can fuck you until morning or you’re too sore to carry on.”

“Yes, Master,” Mum said eagerly, “anything you say Master.”

Mum was in position. I was in position. I grabbed hold of her hips for a second time. Mum introduced the tip of my cock to the entrance of her cunt.

“Once in slow to make sure everything is perfect then fuck my brains out Darling. Don’t stop until you’ve given me another cream pie.”

I eased in slow. Mum adjusted her knees to compensate for the thickness of the blankets then she gave the ‘all clear’.

Pushing my hips forward I jerked Mum’s cunt back towards my rapidly advancing cock. It was fifty minutes past midnight, ten to one. As I bottomed out inside Mum’s cunt she responded with a loud grunt of pleasure.

“Grab the panties off the bedside table, Darling, I’m gonna need them.”

We paused again while Mum sorted out the best way to silence her pleasure. We tried again and the only sound I heard as I bottomed out once more was a muffled scream of delight. The bed, being forced to take a load from 90 degrees to the norm, made not one sound of complaint. I fucked Mum solidly for five minutes. In my position I could last for hours. All I had to do was rock back and forth on my feet. Mum’s beautiful, naked body was being pushed and pulled all over the shop. I didn’t want her collapsing from exhaustion. I wanted her collapsing from too many orgasms. I slowed, held her still so that she could recover and just swung my hips forward and back a few inches. My cock just teased tenderly around the first couple of inches of her wet cunt.

Mum dipped her head to her hand and removed the pantie gag. She turned to look at me and smiled.

“Sure you’ve not fucked a girl before Ryan?”

“Think I’d remember if I had Mum, particularly if she was as good as you.”

“So how come you’re not pounding my poor, swollen cunt for all it’s worth but knowing when to stop and let me catch my breath?”

“Internet Mum, dirty story sites. Loads of good, dirty stories for a guy to use and find ways and means to please his Mum.”

“Aren’t they just wank fodder?”

“Yep, the bulk of them are. It’s a bit like finding a Prince, you’ve gotta kiss a lot of frogs.”

“Think we could find something better than a couple of pairs of panties to help me keep the noise down on the internet?”

“You gonna make a noise on the internet Mum?” I chuckled.

“Smart arse! You know what I mean.”

“I think you look very fetching with pink and blue panties stuffed in your mouth. We’ll look tomorrow, not tonight. You’re supposed to be getting another cunt full of my spunk, remember?”

Mum grinned wickedly and stuffed her two pairs of panties back into her mouth. Once she’d settled I built up to a sound fucking and gave her another five minutes of solid cock driving hard against her cervix. I stopped counting Mum’s orgasms and focused on my own. Another couple of sessions should see me right, I thought.

Mum seemed to appreciate the quieter pace and rested her head on her arms and held tight to her panties until I started again.

“Okay Mum?”

“Ummm,” came her reply as she quickly filled her mouth with pink and blue material.

I pushed in and Mum grabbed my cock very firmly with her cunt muscles. As I stroked in and out so she milked my cock. I realised I wasn’t going to last very long but kept to the steady stroking that allowed Mum to play with my cock.

“Not going to last long if you keep doing that Mum.”

She pulled the panties from her mouth.

“Good! Fill my cunt Ryan, just keep going slow and steady and let me play with your cock.”

She didn’t put the panties back in her mouth and the sounds of her pleasure made my impending orgasm climb aboard the express train and head straight for the buffers.

We came together. A massive shared orgasm with both of us gasping for breath and laughing like little children sliding down a steep hill on tin tea trays.

Chooooo choo choo choo, spurt, spurt, spurt.

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I almost fell onto Mum’s back. She flopped to the bed. We both sighed contentedly. It was twenty minutes past one, Saturday morning. I slid to my knees leaving a little wet trail of kisses all the way down Mum’s backbone, between the cheeks of her arse. I licked her anus and received a soft sob of pleasure in return. I paused, repeated the action and moved onward before she responded. Her gaping, swollen, spunk dripping cunt awaited my attention.

At thirty five minutes past one we hauled ourselves up the bed and snuggled under the covers, spooned, with Mum the little spoon and my arm over her waist with my hand cupping her breast. Already my cock zonguldak escort was recovering as it felt her pert bum pressed against it…

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“Okay Ryan?”

“Umm, perfect thank you Mum,” I replied nuzzling into her neck before nibbling her ear lobe.

Mum shivered contentedly.

“Can we talk a little? About your Dad?” she asked tentatively.

That came as a shock I can tell you. He hadn’t been mentioned since the day Mum beat him up and threw him out. There was nothing in the house that related to him. Even the bed we were in was a replacement.

“If you want to,” I answered quietly.

“I don’t really want to but I think that I should, now that you’re a man, my man and I’m your woman, so to speak. I loved your Dad, I mean really loved him. Worshiped the ground he walked on for a long time…”

“Loved? Past tense?”

“Oh yes, long past. Long before I threw him out he was dead to me. That’s why I was so pleased. I’d been preparing for that moment for a long time. Wish it hadn’t involved you kids though…

Ryan, I really didn’t know about your Mum and you. I thought your Dad was mine alone and worked away. Only saw me when he wasn’t working away. He didn’t tell me about you until the day before you arrived. I’m so sorry, I didn’t steal him away knowingly.”

“S’okay Mum. When you threw him out I was frightened you would make me go with him. You didn’t and I’m totally grateful for that. Me ‘n’ Chrissie knew something was wrong, he was treating you so bad. He treated my Mum the same. She walked out. We wondered how you put up with it. I understand why my Mum left, I think. I feel sorry for the way my Dad treated you, my Mum and the lady before.”

“And the three since? He’s got at least twelve kids now, that I know of. Y’Gran kept me informed… because I’m looking after you, I think.”

“Twelve! The bastard. If I ever show any tendency to behave like my Dad, kick my arse and throw me out, or under a bus, please.”

I nuzzled her neck again and told her that I loved her and was sorry for the way my Dad had treated her.

“You’ll never be like your Dad, Darling. He was good, in some ways but you are much better in all of them. He was a bastard in even more ways and you could never be like that. Your Mum must have been very good and strong to plant her all her characteristics in you and totally wipe out your Dad’s. I respect her and thank her for letting me look after you.”

“If she was so strong why did she leave me behind when she left?”

“Well, she didn’t leave you but she did. Makes no sense I know but in reality she had no choice. Yer Dad knocked her about and told her to be gone, or else, when he got home, remember? According to your Gran he said she was to leave you when she went, or else he’d track her down and she’d rue the day she was born. A few days later you moved in with me and settled down quickly. Sorry Darling”

“Don’t be, Mum. All I can remember of my early days was Dad always shouting. Mum always crying and Gran always cuddling me and telling me everything will be alright. Coming here with you seemed to make everything alright, as Gran promised. A proper family with a lovely Mum and a wonderful sister, and no rows, at least for a while. Can I ask how you managed to get caught up with a creep like my Dad?”

Mum went silent for a few moments.

“I was young and I was stupid…”

“You were never stupid Mum!”

“I was. I fell for your Dad hook, line and sinker. Would do anything he asked, no question and he knew it, right from the start. Played me like a stupid tart all the way…

My parents went on holiday. I was way too old to go with them I’d said so they left me at home to look after everything. First night I was lonely so took myself to the local club. Only there ten minutes and this guy came up to me, brushed his lips across my cheek and whispered ‘I want to see you naked!’ in my ear. I wetted my panties instantly. ‘Not here,’ I replied. Should have told him to sod off or I’d call the police but like I said, I was stupid.

Five minutes later I was on my knees in the car park. He’d made me get his cock out and open my mouth. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my mouth onto his cock. I’d never had a cock in my mouth. Thought I was going to be sick. He held my head steady and started to fuck my throat. I gagged, coughed and spluttered. ‘Not had a cock in your mouth before? You’ll get used to it!’ he told me then started to force his cock down my throat. Before he even came in my mouth I was starting to enjoy his total dominance. I actually wanted to suck him off and swallow his spunk. He stopped, jerked my head up and said ‘you’re enjoying this, you little slut,’ I just nodded. He laughed and fucked my throat harder and faster. Thought I’d pass out from lack of air. Then he came, poured his spunk down my throat with instructions not to spill a single drop. I didn’t.

He asked me if he could take me home, strip me and fuck me. I told him my parents were away for two weeks. like I said, I was stupid. He took me home, I stripped for him. I sucked his cock hard then he fucked me, twice in the cunt and a third time in my arse. It hurt like hell and he just laughed and told me I’d get used to it. He left and I tried to sleep. I couldn’t and was totally wrecked the next day at work.

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Please comment on my story and send feedback on how I could have made it better. This is a fantasy of mine and is purely fictional. Any resemblance to people or events is of my own imagination. This is my first story I have written and published.

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I love playing games with my girlfriend. We have been together for 3 years and are madly in love. I am 5’6 with long brown hair and hazel eyes. I have 36 DD tits with large and very sensitive nipples. The lightest brush of fabric makes them hard, so they are hard almost constantly. This means I am always aroused and I masturbate several times a day as well as having sex with my girlfriend, Amy. Through our play, we have found out that Amy is naturally submissive and I am naturally dominant. I enjoy punishing her with a whip or anything I can get my hands on. I especially love smacking her 34 C tits and small, but equally sensitive nipples. A year ago, Amy committed herself to me and is now my 24/7 slave. She does all the cooking and housework. We don’t need to worry about money because I am an heir to an oil company. We live very well. I make her sleep on the floor or in a metal cage that I had built especially for her.

Tonight, I have chosen a special game to play with her. She is always naked and has a permanent metal collar welded around her neck. I made sure that I can adjust its height to make it a posture collar if I want. I pull her long blonde hair and she knows that I want her attention.

“Yes, Mistress Alexa. How may your slave service you?” she replies without looking any higher than my ankles. I have taught her very well.

“I’m bored. Let’s play a game.” I say as I grab a leash from the coffee table and attach it to her collar.

Without another word, I stand up and start pulling her leash. She keeps her nose touching the floor and crawls behind me. I look back to see her beautiful form crawling with her nose touching the floor. I know I really have taught her good lessons of how to serve me.

I lead her up the wooden stairs to the playroom. When I first decided to buy my four bedroom, two bath home, I dedicated one of the two master bedrooms to being my play room. It also has a walk in closet attached to it and this is where I store my toys that I use on both myself and Amy.

I slip siirt escort the handle of her leash around the door handle and she kneels outside the room with her nose touching the floor while I retrieve the key for the door. I am the only one who has a key to the door and I forbid her to enter this room alone. She can’t have any fun without me. She can’t touch herself at all since I have fitted her with a chastity belt. It is about 4 inches thick and has three shields covering her pussy. She can’t even try to slip anything behind the shields because it goes down her legs about three inches and has a bar that is permanently attached to the leg bands that keeps her legs spread apart. I can adjust this bar to be as short as three inches and as wide as six inches. I have had all her pussy hair removed by laser surgery. I made sure that they destroyed the hair follicles so that no hair will ever grow again.

I unlock the door and grab ahold of her leash once again. Without a word, I pull on the leash signaling her that it is okay to enter the room. I lead her to the center of the room.

“Stand up, slave.” I order.

She quickly stands up and places her hands behind her back. I take some rope and tie her elbows together tightly. Then, I take a pair of handcuffs and place them tightly around her wrists. I place a 2 inch wide red ball gag in her mouth and padlock the straps behind her head tightly. I can see her cheeks struggle to hold the ball in while they are being squeezed. I made sure to place the gag behind her teeth to ensure that it wouldn’t come out. I place a blindfold over her eyes. I unlock her chastity belt because her pussy needs to be free for this game.

I make sure she is lined up perfectly with the two eye hooks that are bolted into the ceiling. I take more rope and tie it tightly to the eye hook in front of her. I make sure I keep it very taught and run it down her body. I start knotting the rope so a string of knots run between her pussy and her ass stopping short of her asshole I have a special treat for this. I take a 4 inch round six inch butt plug and put a light layer of lube just on the tip. I force it in with one quick movement. I run the rope over her butt plug and up her back and loop it through the other eyehook.

“Now, sinop escort we haven’t played in such a long time. Your pussy is free of your belt for now. As you can feel, it has to be to play this game. Now, stand on your tip toes.”

She complies quickly. I slip a wooden wedge under each of her feet, ensuring that she is just barely balancing on the balls of her feet. Then, I take the rope and pull it very tight. I see the rope dig into her and pull a bit harder. She moans through the gag. I tighten it more and see her toes tremble. This is how I know that the tightness of the rope is perfect. I know that she will be whining through her gag soon from the things I have planned to do to her.

I tie off the rope behind her. I stand back and admire my rope work and knots. It looks beautiful and no doubt painful for her. But I don’t care about that. I take a pair of weighted nipple clamps an attach them to the middle of her nipples. The weight is about 5 ounces on each nipple. She moans a little as each one is placed on. I take each tit and drop it as soon as the nipple is clamped. I see her try to lower herself down to avoid the clamping and dropping of the second tit and nipple but she can’t go anywhere.

“Delicious.” I say, licking my lips as the second weight falls. I hear her try to say something but I can’t understand a thing that she says because of the gag. i step back and watch the clamps sway with each breath she takes and it turns me on.

“One last thing my slave.” I say as I bend over and remove the wooden wedges from under her feet. She instinctively tries to lower her feet to the ground, but the tightness of the rope prevents her from lowering her feet at all.

“Now, I hope you didn’t think that this game would be easy for you. I want to play.” I say as I watch her try to keep her balance. The next part will definitely be fun.

I go into the walk in closet and choose three instruments to use on her. The first is a black whip with leather strands. Each strand has knots on it in a random pattern. The second is a simple wooden paddle that is about two inches thick and has holes drilled in it for some added spark. The third is a ping pong paddle with red leather coating it.

I stand in the doorway of şırnak escort the closet watching her for fifteen minutes. She is trying to shift her weight on her toes and each little movement she makes swings the weights on her nipple clamps. She can’t cum because I have trained her not to cum without my permission. I have kept her horny for days at a time. I am able to keep her on edge for so long that I see her rub her chastity belt, wanting relief. I can make her cum just by ordering it. I have made her cum without any stimulation at all. I can make her stop cumming in the middle of an orgasm with an order. My favorite thing to do to her is order her to cum and ordering her to stop just as the first spasm of an orgasm hits her, telling her she has had enough time to cum.

I pull a chair up behind her and see the muscles in her legs straining. i know that she cant move far to flinch because of the rope holding her to the ceiling. I start off with the ping pong paddle.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I hit her a bit harder with each strike. She whimpers after ten strikes so I give her twenty more. I place the ping pong paddle on the floor and notice her ass is a nice shade of red. I upgrade my weapon to the paddle with the holes drilled in it. I rub it, knowing it will hurt more. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I use this paddle twenty times and see her trembling more after stopping at twenty swats. I give her twenty more for good measure. By now, her ass is redder than a fire engine. I know that the whip is next. WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! Thirty cracks of my whip and I can her whimper and sob slightly. Thirty more strikes of the whip later and I stop to see welts forming on her ass.

I get up as quickly as I sat down and put my toys away. I retrieve the numbing cream from the closet and apply it to her ass. I know I will admire my work for many days. I release the ropes, choosing to keep her gag in, blindfold and clamps on. She sinks to the floor partly from pain and partly because she knows that is her place.

I rub the numbing cream on her ass once more and lock the belt back on her. I remove her blindfold and she adjusts her eyes easily to the dim light in the room. She stretches her jaw for a few minutes.

“Thank you, Mistress.” She says meekly as I untie her elbows and release the handcuffs.

For the next two weeks after that, I tie her to my dining room table and remove her belt.

I sit and admire the welts and bruises I left from the spanking game for a while and reapply the numbing cream.

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She was not like the others, we all knew it the moment we saw her. The color of her name tag, required to enter the gathering, proclaimed her submissive but she moved as if she owned the place. She was short and slightly rounded as if she had never really escaped childhood. Her hair was a wild tangle of red gold waves restrained a little unsuccessfully by a couple of pinned braids. She was quiet and respectful and I marveled at her training.

She stepped aside when approached by a Dominant and gently shook her head when one of her sister subs offered to serve her. I watched in amusement as more then one Dominant stepped out of HER way or offered to fetch HER something. Unlike most submissives in her position she did not seem to view the offers as weakness, rather as courtesy. She dropped her head as a Queen might, in acceptance to what was being offered to her. I admired her but the club was newly mine and I had worked hard to create a certain atmosphere; an atmosphere which she was ruining. It would not do to have some of the weaker Dominants bowing to a strong slave. I hadn’t seen her before so my guess was that she, like many of the others, had come for the auction. I made it a mental note to say something to her if it became out of hand.

“She is a slave dance teacher.” A familiar voice said from beside me. I reached absently to stroke the head of Nate, my most favored pet. I liked Nate because he listened well and because I could count on him not to be jealous. He was beautiful, well muscles and dark complected. He had come to me to learn the ropes of dominance. A journey which, to my dismay, he had almost come to the end of.

“Who?” I asked just to throw him.

“The red head in the corner.” He answered, his confidence wavering a bit.

“A slave dance teacher.” I let the thoughts roll through my mind with no small amount of pleasure. “What is her name?”

“She wouldn’t say?”

I frowned down at him. “She refused to tell you?”

He shrugged with a shy smile that let me know that he was interested in her too. It was Nate’s dream to be a Dominant and I wondered a moment if his searching of information on the girl wasn’t more for him then for me.

“She said she had no Master and there for had no name.”

I smiled in satisfaction, “She answers to what her Master calls her.”

“What is everyone else supposed to call her in the meantime?” He asked knowing the answer.

“GIRL!” I called out muğla escort letting my voice boom through the club. She had been having a conversation with another girl, both relaxed and leaning against a wall. The sound of my voice brought her to instant attention and I watched as she scanned the crowd to make sure it was she who was being called. The crowd turned to look at me and I kept my eyes on her leaving her no doubt to whom I was speaking. She walked to me quickly, her palms turned away from her body in an age old symbol of acceptance.

When she was about three paces from me she dropped to her knees to crawl ending her journey at my feet, kneeling, her legs together, her palms still open. She surprised me by looking at me directly, though she kept her face turned down. It made her eyes seem bigger and her position less servantile. Her movements were direct and supple and again I marveled at the one who had trained her.

“Do you have need of this girl, Sir?” She asked.

“Who are you here with?”

“A girl has been sent by One who trained her.” She answered.

“And the verbal restriction?” I asked referring to her use of the third person. It was a very hard language to master fluently and yet she spoke it as if she were born to it. Most slaves I had seen had to form the phrases in their minds and then speak but she just spoke.

“Is to last until One who trained her decides that she knows her place.”

I tilted her chin up to have a better look at her. Her eyes were a strange color brown that matched the darker shades of her hair.

“It looks to me as if you know it pretty well.”

Her lips quirked in private amusement, “You would be surprised Sir.”

I felt Nate shift beside me…moving subtly closer to me to better view her. I had allowed him to walk at my left rather then to crawl behind me. It was the first time in a while he had even slightly pushed his boundaries and I was caught between shock and jealousy. I moved to the side allowing them to see each other, “My pet tells me that you are a teacher of slave dance.” I felt more then saw Nate blush…it was a subtle reminder of his place in the food chain. He took the correction well, nodding in understanding and dropping his dark eyes to the floor. I was going to miss him when he was gone. That more then anything was the reason I had not released him .

“A girl can dance.” She said neither confirming nor denying muş escort my statement.

“Are you buying or selling tonight girl?” I asked watching the absolute stillness in which she sat. It was a gift I had never had when I was a submissive, one I had been punished for more then once.

“Gifting.” She said her gaze coming to capture mine. “This one is here to gift you with a dance.”

“Me or any Dominant here.”

“You.” She replied with almost disconcerting confidence. “She was sent for you.”

“Find us somewhere to be alone.” I said over my left shoulder not daring to take my eyes off the girl. My mind raced with a thousand questions. Who had sent me such a gift? Why would her trainer, who had obviously spent so much time with her, trust her to a stranger. I could have shook the man’s teeth out for not protecting her properly were I not preoccupied with the gift.

In less then 5 minutes Nate had us seated in the back of the club. The small dark room had been built specifically for recovery time after a scene. The music was as soft and low as the furniture; designed to soothe and to comfort. Usually you could find at least one recovering couple in it but because the evenings events had not really started yet it was deserted. She had followed three paces behind Me as Nate led us to the space. He spoke a low word to one of the people close to the door and the stage was set.

I noticed for the first time that the long skirt that she wore was cut up to her hips on both sides to allow her easy movement. She was dressed in dark green, a shade that suited her golden red coloring. Something her ways stuck a familiar chord in me and I tried to figure out if I had seen her before.

She removed a small purse from around her torso and pulled from it a collar of plain black leather, a leash about three feet in length, and a CD. I thought that she would bring the collar to me but instead she sat it at Nate’s feet and turned to kneel, her back to him, holding up a wealth of red-gold hair. It would have been a breach of ettiquette had she belonged to me but I remembered just beofore I said something that she did not.

He put the collar on her with marked solemnity and I wondered again about his interest in her. He left the leash to dangle and then offered her his hand to help her up. I opened my mouth to remind Nate to tuck the lead into her clothing but something stopped me. They looked at nevşehir escort each other for a moment in such a sad sort of way that I felt a lump rise in the back of my throat.

The moment was finished almost before it had began and the girl walked to the CD player in the room and put the CD in. The music came in slow haunting beats, a middle eastern rhythm that she caught perfectly with her hips. She placed the handle of the leash in her mouth and began to move. The song was a ballad of sorts and she told its story of with her movements. It was a story of sadness and searching. She moved seductively toward an empty chair eyeing it as if its inhabitant were her hearts desire. She twirled and danced and dropped in submission in front of the chair throwing her leash into the emptiness. There she stayed a moment while the song ebbed and the woman’s voice keened, she peeked up in confusion and then, almost as if she were embarrassed, picked the leash up with her mouth and began again.

She repeated the movement to two other seats, each time looking more dejected then the last. I was impressed with the preciseness of her offering and could almost feel myself resent the empty chairs for not accepting her. It was at that moment that I realized why she seemed so familiar to me and why she and Nate had looked at each other in such a way. She was Nate’s pet.

He would be leaving tonight, I knew it with the certainty I had always prided myself on, but he was leaving me with a gift. She had his precision and his dignity but unlike him she sought no higher then what she was. If she offered the leash to me I would have to make a choice. Accept her and release him or send her away, possibly send them both away.

Her eyes caught mine and in them there was such hope. She writhed and twirled, smiled and teased, coming close and then backing away. Her very body seemed to say, “Please…please don’t send me away.”

She made a final twirl in the crescendo of the music and fell to my feet in supplication. She knelt, her left cheek pressed to the floor, her wrists crossed and extended over her bowed red gold head with her leash offered up in her pale palms. Her breathing came in soft pants that seemed exaggerated in the stillness of the moment. I looked at Nate. His shoulders were straight and proud and his dark eyes were shinning with tears of pride.

I had no doubt that he had worked long and hard on her. He had poured all that was submissive about him into her until only the Dominant remained. I leaned forward and picked up the end of the leash pulling the girl to me. She looked up a moment stunned and then came to me without hesitation. I would miss him terribly but I would grant him his wish, I would accept his gift.

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