المهندسة والطريق

المهندسة والطريق

في يوم صيفي ونحن نغادر موقع العمل و إذا بمسؤول النقل يقول: الخط رقم 5 عاطل و الرجاء توكلوا على أنفسكم للذهاب إلى بيوتهم هذا اليوم…… وحيث إن بيتنا بعيد و على أطراف العاصمة , لذلك صدمت كثيرا و ارتبكت لان الوقت الذي سأستغرقه للوصول لا تقل عن ساعتين في المواصلات العادية و لم يكن عندي ما يكفي من النقود لآخذ تاكسي أجرة. لاختصار الزمن.. وقد لاحظ زميلي علي هذا الارتباك فقال لي :  لا يهم سأوصلك إلى داركم ..

فشكرت له صنيعه و قلت له : لا يا زميلي فبيتك قريب جدا و بيتنا بعيد جدا.

ولكنه ألح و أصر على الذهاب معه .. ركبنا السيارة و قطعنا مسافة كبيرة – حوالي ثلثي المسافة الكلية – و إذا بالسيارة في هذا الحر القائظ تتعطل….حيث فرغت إحدى إطارات السيارة من الهواء ولا بد من تبديل الإطار… فهمهم في نفسه زميلي : هاي اشلون ورطة

وركن السيارة في جانب الطريق الترابي بعيدة عن نهر الشارع…. وقام باستبدال الإطار القديم بأخرى جديدة و إني واقع الحال مهندسة ميكانيك .. وساعدته لإنجاز المهمة … إلا انه و في أثناء إرجاع الإطار إلى صندوق السيارة فقد انسكب سائل عليه وبالضبط على المنطقة السفلى من بطنه ( العانة)…وكان هذا السائل هو التيزاب المخفف للبطارية (التيزاب هو الماء الملكي المكون من حمض الكبريتيك وحمض النيتريك) …… ااااه ما أقسى هذه الحالة .. وما أتعس هذا الإنسان في مثل هكذا موقف…. فما كان مني إلا أن جئت بحاوية الماء وسكبت على أسفل بطنه لكي لا يحترق جسمه و عانته على الأخص و يفقد رجولته و أسرعت إلى نزع ملا بسه – البنطال و الكولوت – و غسلتها غسلا كثيرا و لم أدع أي تأثير للسائل الحارق بان يفعل فعلته المؤثرة على فحولته…

وأثناء غسلي لعانته شاهدت أن أيره (زبه) بدأ يقوم شيئا فشيئا و ها هو منتصب كالجبل الأشم… لاحتكاك يدي به كثيرا أثناء الغسل و تحريكه مع الخصيتين  …. ونظرت إليه بابتسامة موحية لأشياء يفهمها الرجل … فضحك و استغرق في ضحكه كثيرا وهو يحدق في صدري المنتفخ و كسي البارز للأمام لأني لبست أضيق بنطلون و أضيق كولوت منذ الصباح وان قسمات كسي و الفلقتين بارزة بروز يشهي أي رجل للنيك… ولكن ما العمل.. انه بلا بنطلون ولا كولوت لأنهما قد أتلفا ولو لم أكن سريعة الحركة ولم أنقذه لاحترق أير و خصيتي زميلي كذلك ولفقد فحولته…

وها هو ذا يشكرني على جميل ما صنعت له… ويريد إخفاء أيره ولكن بماذا… لا شيء هنا في هذا الطريق القفر فاقتربت منه و نزعت الربطة من راسي و لففت بها أيره لكي يستطيع السياقة (قيادة السيارة) و لكن دون جدوى فأيره منتصب وهو يحملق النظر في كسي البارز و طيزي المدور الدائري.. وحقا أنا اشتهيته لأنه عظيم العير و أسود الخصيتين .. وحليق العانة .. وقلت له: حاول أن تجد مكانا آمنا لكي نمارس الجنس و على الهواء الطلق

وفعلا ركب السيارة و شاهد مكانا آمنا لا توجد فيه أي منغصات أو معالم حياة … وركن السيارة بجانب الطريق .. وقفلها بإحكام و نزلنا إلى أحراش و نباتات طبيعية.. ووجدنا مكانا فيئا ظليلا لا شمس فيه و بدأ بملاعبتي و أصبحنا في وضعية 69 و أمصمص له و يمصني و ابلع له أيره إلى عمق فمي وهو يبلع كسي في كل فمه و يمصمص عناوتي -بظري- إلى أن قذفت 5 مرات من الهيجان و الشبق.. وهو قذف مرة واحدة من أيره الحلووو فنزلت إلى راس أيره و شربت كل حليبه الدافئ المتدفق و الطيب… وعاودنا الكرة بوسا و تقبيلا و لحسا و مصا حتى ذاب احدنا في الآخر .. ففتحت له رجلي لينيكني من كسي المفتوح….اااااخخخخخخخخخخخخ يا له من شاب ذكي ممتع مفيد وقوي ومتمكن من الإدخال السريع و الإخراج البطئ في كسي المولع.. وظل ينيكني لساعتين و بين الفينة و الأخرى يذهب لملاحظة سيارته.. وها هو عائد لي ونيكة أخيرة مرهقة لي وله ولكنها من أحلى و ألذ و أطيب النيكات كلها… هو ينيك بعدة طرق لأنه خبير و إني أشتهي كل طرقه لأنها لذيذة و خبرته ممتعة لي ولا يفعلها معي زوجي الملعون إذ أن كل هم زوجي أن يقذف و ينام و في الأسبوع نيكتان فقط.. وها هو زميلي ينيكني للمرة الخامسة في ظرف ساعتين و صحيح أننا تعبنا كلانا .. إلا أننا تنونسنا كثيرا و تمتعنا متعة ليس لها حدود,, وسيظل في ذاكرتي هذا الشاب الوسيم الذي لولاي لاحترق أيره و خصيتاه .. وبعد النيك الحلووو و الممتع أقفلنا راجعين إلى بيتنا و لكن الزمن قد تجاوز حده .. ومن حسن حظي أن زوجي لم يكن قد عاد من عمله لحد الآن …

Winner Takes Wife

Winner Takes Wife
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Late last spring, hubby and I decided to join another couple on a kayaking adventure on the Russian River, in Northern California. The plan called for two-days of kayaking, with one overnight stop along the river. With four kayaks, camping gear, food, and a plentiful supply of local wines, we headed off down the river. Although a light coastal fog kept the morning hours on the cool side, the sun finally burned off the fog and soon we were bathed in warmth, as we glided along our way.

We had known Eric and Janice, the couple we were touring with, for quite some time, but until recently we considered them more as casual acquaintances. A closer friendship was still in the development stage when we invited them to join us on the Russian River trip. Like us, Eric and Janice are both in the early 40’s and reasonably fit. Eric is on the slim side of medium build, and has a great sense of humor. Janice is a little on the mousy side, build wise, and has short auburn hair and fair skin.

We estimated the first day’s leg of our journey to be about five hours of paddling, so after completing about three hours, we found a nice little sandbar in the middle of the river to break for lunch. This portion of the river winds through vineyards, and farmlands, and provides little access for anyone other than those paddling from upriver.

After enjoying a light lunch, and sharing a bottle of chardonnay, we prepared to continue our journey down stream. As we pushed back our boats, Eric pulled off his shirt and remarked how it was too bad that the women had to keep their tops on.

“The privileges of the male gender I suppose.” hubby replied.

Not wanting to back down on a passive dare, I pulled off my t-shirt and sports bra and tucked them under the tie downs on the deck, exposing my erect 36C titties. I was unsure how my actions would be received by our new friends, but hubby was obviously pleased. I purposely avoided looking at Janice, opting instead to get Eric’s reaction. He simply smiled and nodded his approval. Glancing back at Janice, I was surprised to see she too had stripped to the waste. Janice had the cutest little “cupcake” titties I’d ever seen. A “B” cup at best, those perky little boobies stood proud in the noon sun. Feeling as though we had achieved a new level in our friendship with Eric and Janice, off we all paddled – four topless kayakers.

Public nudity along the Russian River is not an unusual sight, and the four of us discussed this topic at length as we continued on our westerly way. Janice said that she had never exposed herself in a public place before, but that she felt a little more at ease with me paddling topless alongside her. She asked me what I thought we should do, should we happen upon people on the shoreline or in other boats, and I told her that we should simply wave and continue on our way. Janice would face her first exhibitionist experience only a few moments later.

Negotiating some light rapids at a sharp bend in the river, the four of us were surprised as we shot out into deeper, calmer waters, and slipped by a pretty little river beach with five or six college kids guarding a keg of beer. The boys in the group were quick to notice our lack of tops, and just as quick to invite us to stop for a beer. As planned though, we just waved, thanked them for their offer, and continued on down the river.

After we got out of earshot of the group, I asked Janice how her first “public exposure” went. Still beaming from the experience, she asked if we could go back and do that again, which brought rolls of laughter from the men.

“You’ll have plenty more opportunities like that as we get farther downstream.” I told her. She said that she couldn’t wait for more opportunities.

This latest experience seemed to open up the conversation to discussions of sex. The four of us began relating personal stories, experiences, and even a few sexual fantasies with each other. All of this sex talk was making me extremely horny, and I was beginning to dream about having sex with hubby at the river’s edge, later that night.

Our five-hour paddling journey was beginning to wear us down, so we were delighted to see that our destination beach-camp was less than half a mile away (Hubby and I had used this same beach on previous occasions). Paddling alongside my hubby, Eric casually turned to hubby and suggested they race to the beach. Not wanting to be unmanly, hubby asked about the wager.

“How about the winner wins the loser’s wife for a bit tonight.” Eric said

Hubby didn’t bat an eyelash before replying in the affirmative. “But what say the girls”, hubby said, looking back at Janice and I.

Janice was struggling to find an answer when I piped up that I was more than OK with it – flipping a sly glance and a wink off to a beaming Eric. Janice continued to ponder the situation without a decision.

“Good enough for me.” Eric shouted, and the race was on.

I really thought hubby would probably win, so I was amazed to see Eric plowing through the water like he was competing in an Olympic event. Eric easily beat hubby to the beach by at least two full boat lengths, winning the great challenge. By the time Janice and I paddled up, both men were standing on the beach, Eric looking at me like a hungry leopard preparing to pounce on a defenseless gazelle.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about the bet. I didn’t really know Eric that well, but I was intrigued by the prospect of having sex with him. A little exhibitionism, combined with an afternoon of sex talk, had certainly prepped me for action. I resolved to see what course things would take. Deep down, I expected everybody to laugh it off and excuse me from making good on the bet.

After a refreshing dip in the river, we finished unloading our kayaks and set up camp for the night. While the men-folk stayed in camp to set up tents, Janice and I set off into the trees to gather wood for the campfire. Once away from the camp, I asked Janice how she felt about the bet. She said that she was looking forward to “the show”, as she put it, adding that she had kind of hoped that my hubby had been the winner instead. We laughed, and quickly returned to camp with armloads of firewood.

Dinner was a simple affair of canned beef stew along with some canned fruit. With the sun well below the horizon, and the evening chill beginning to raise goose bumps on our sunburned skin, hubby built a nice bonfire, guaranteed to keep us warm and cozy through the night. Eric, in the meantime, presented Janice and I with a selection of local wines to ponder. Selecting a bottle of Zin, the four of us sat around the fire in our little collapsible chairs, sipping wine and talking of the day’s adventures.

As the night wore on, and the wine flowed, I could feel myself growing completely relaxed, both with our outdoor environment, and with the prospect of putting on a show for Janice and hubby. I wondered if and when Eric would make his move, or if hubby would intervene. Knowing hubby, I doubted if intervention was even a thought for him. I wasn’t even completely convinced that hubby hadn’t set up the entire event, given his enjoyment for watching me with other men.

It must have been nearly 11 pm before Eric asked if I was ready to make good on the wager. With at least three glasses of wine under my belt, I simply asked him to name his pleasure.

“My pleasure would be on a blanket next to the fire, if you don’t mind an audience.” Eric replied.

I responded by pulling my sweatpants off to expose my bushy red-haired pussy. Standing up, I unzipped my sweatshirt and let it slide to the chair, standing naked before my fellow kayakers. Eric quickly responded in kind, bouncing on one leg as he struggled out of his own sweatpants. I was immediately impressed by the size of Eric’s cock, guessing it to be a fat seven-incher. He wasn’t fully erect, but I could see that he was quickly working up to it.

As Eric laid out a blanket, I watched Janice and hubby move their chairs next to each other, pour themselves another wine, and ready themselves for the show. You would think they were at the movie house, waiting for the feature presentation to begin.

Eric beckoned me to join him, taking my hand and leading me over to the blanket. Once there, he took me in his arms and began kissing my neck. As his hands slipped to my ass, he pulled me tight against his body and his engorged cock. I could feel his dick throbbing against my stomach, causing the juices in my pussy to flow in preparation for taking that wonderful tool deep inside me.

As Eric’s mouth wondered south to my nipples, I glanced over at Janice and hubby. Both of them were completely focused on Eric and I, squirming in their chairs, but otherwise seemingly intent on being our audience.

Eric continued to suck and tease my erect nipples as his hands began exploring my plush, hairy pussy. I have always preferred to let my pussy hair grow wild, using a razor, and an occasional wax-job, only to keep a bikini-trim along the sides.

Eric’s experienced fingers brought me to my first orgasm of the evening in only a matter of minutes. In fact, I was almost embarrassed by how fast and hard I came, releasing a loud, unexpected moan as I exploded in pleasure.

As my head cleared, I eased away from Eric’s embrace, and gently lowered myself to my knees. My hands never left his body, gliding instead down his back and over his hips, until I could cup his balls in my hands. Kissing his balls, I slowly slid my lips up his shaft, sipping the pre-cum from his head before wrapping my lips around his thoroughly engorged dick.

Caressing his balls with one hand, I permitted my other hand to explore Eric’s anus, while my lips continued to glide – ever so slowly – up and down his thick shaft. He seemed to enjoy my gentle approach, keeping his hands on his hip instead of around the back of my head. There was no doubt in my mind that Eric was completely captured by the moment. Aside from the constant throbbing in his cock, which threatened to explode into my mouth at any moment, I could hear his breathing intensify, even letting loose with an occasional pleasure-groan as my hands and mouth did their job.

Sensing that I was moving Eric too close to climax, I stood up and kissed him again, allowing him to press his throbbing wet cock on my stomach. After a moment, I could feel him pulling me down with him to our knees. From there, Eric gently laid me on my back and began sliding his mouth over my breasts and tummy, then on to my pussy. Using his tongue to toy with me a bit, he began lightly flitting his experienced tongue over my clitoris, a technique that further aroused the sensation of this already incredible experience.

As I lie there absorbed in the moment, I glanced over at hubby and Janice. Although both were sitting there totally focused on Eric and I, I saw now that Janice had hubby’s cock out of his pants. She was stroking it slowly with one hand, while pulling her shorts away with her other hand to permit hubby access to pleasure her.

Eric brought me to no less than three climaxes with his tongue, before changing positions and beckoning me back to my knees. Moving in behind me, he kissed the back of my neck while kneading and pulling at my nipples with his hands. I could feel his cock pulsating on my back and knew it was time to take him inside me.

Laying my head on the blanket and raising my ass high, I could feel Eric’s hands move from my breasts to my hips. With his hand as a guide, I could feel him rub the head of his cock on my pussy, ensuring first that I was suitably moist before plunging his dick inside. He only toyed with me a bit before slowly sliding his tool into my pussy. I was already soaked from previous orgasms, so lubrication was not an issue. Once inside me, he seemed to pause long enough to enjoy the warm wet feeling of my pussy. His pause only caused me to grow more impatient for the pounding that I hoped he would give.

Soon enough, Eric began to ease his cock in and out, slowly at first, but with a certain urgency that told me he was ready to “fuck” me. As his pace increased, so did the power with which he plunged back into my pussy. I could feel myself just on the edge of climax when he began pounding his cock in me with animal-like ferocity. My sudden orgasm caught me off guard and I let out a yell, as though hit with a jolt of electricity. I wished Eric would pause for a moment, so I could thoroughly enjoy this insane feeling, yet I prayed he would keep up his powerful rhythm because I knew that another climax was on the horizon.

As my head cleared from the last orgasm, I could feel the blood rushing to my head in preparation for another climax. Eric continued to pound away, and I could sense that he was near exhaustion and his own climax. The sound of Eric’s cock slamming into my pussy created an incredibly erotic sound, as did his labored breathing and my groans of pleasure. Suddenly, he drove his cock so hard into me I swear it slid me half way across the blanket. I could feel his hot cum exploding inside me, causing me to achieve my own climax. We both shuddered with pleasure as he drained every last drop of juice from his cock into my pussy.

As my senses began coming back to me, I looked up to see that Janice was milking the last of hubby’s cum with her mouth. She must have switched from her hands to her mouth some time after I last noticed them. Seeing the growing wet stain around her shorts, it was obvious to me that she had obtained a bit of pleasure from my hubby as well.

Our next day’s kayaking adventure ended without incident and we were soon headed back to our respective homes at the end of the day. The four of us agreed that this should be an annual event, and that we should explore other adventures to share. Although we haven’t been able to duplicate our Kayak adventure yet, I am sure that the four of us will get together again – we’re just not sure yet what all the term “get together” will encompass!

قمر ألمانيا وتعليم نسرين

“خذى هذا الملف واختميه من السفير حالا” . ابتسمت سكرتيرتى الحسناء الشقراء وتناولت منى الملف لتصعد إلى مكتب السفير الألمانى.ضحك فريدريك صديقى وزميل العمل ، وقال مازحا بالألمانية : كن رقيقا مع قمر ألمانيا يا مصرى يا جلف .. إنها واقعة فى غرامك ، يا بختك يا عم ..

قلت : قمر مصر زوجتى حبيبتى أجمل وأهم عندى من كل نساء العالم بما فيهن نساء ألمانيا.

قال ضاحكا : طبعا لا مذاق يعلو على مذاق بنت النيل وحفيدة الفراعين .. لقد ذكرتها وأسهبت فى وصفها كثيرا وتحدثت عنها كثيرا يا أحمد ، حتى شوقتنى لرؤيتها ، ألا تعزمها لتأتى هنا مرة ونراها ..

قلت : كلا ، إنى أغار عليها من الهواء الطائر ..

قال : لا تحبسها هكذا حتى لا تطير منك ..

قلت : لا ، هى بسيطة جدا ولا تعرف كيف تطير ..

ضحك وقال هامسا : نعم كمعظم المصريات ، لا خبرة لهن بالحب وأساليب الجنس الأوروبية .. حتى أنهن لم يجربن فى حياتهن الهاندجوب أو البلوجوب أو الفيلاشيو أو الكونيلينجوس ، ولم يشعرن أو يعرفن معنى القذف الأنثوى ووصولهن لقمة النشوة ، ولم يجربن من الأوضاع سوى الوضع التبشيرى التقليدى .. ألا يشعرك هذا بالملل يا صديقى كأنك تجامع حائطا ، أو على الأقل ألا تشعر بالذنب أنك تخفى عنها متع الجنس الأوروبى المتنوع ؟؟ احذر أن تجد لنفسها معلما خصوصيا يعلمها ما تخفيه عنها .. حتى لو كان يتكلم بالإسبانية أو الهولندية ولا يفهم سواها ، ولو كانت تتكلم العامية المصرية العربية ولا تفهم سواها ، فالجنس لغة عالمية ولا يعرف أى حدود أو حواجز أو أديان أو تقاليد .. حقا كم هو مثير – لك ولها – أن تجامع امرأة تتأوه وتتغزل فى نيكك لها وفى حجم زبك بالعربية التى لا تفهمها أنت ، بينما تتغزل أنت فى جسدها وفى كسها وما يفعله بزبك بالهولندية أو الصينية أو اليونانية التى لا تفهمها هى .. ربما يفاجئك طرد إلى منزلك يحوى شريط فيديو يقص عليك لقاءا تعليميا مثيرا بين زوجتك ومعلمها الخصوصى ، أو لعلها تأخذها الجرأة والشهوة فتقدمه لك بنفسها وهى تضحك ، ألا تثيرك مشاهدته ، ألا يثيرك أن تضبطها يوما وهى عارية تماما وتنيك نفسها بقضيب ضخم مطاطى صناعى – لن تجده فى مصر طبعا – استورده لها معلمها من الخارج ، أو تتعلم عليه أصول المص والبلوجوب والفيلاشيو والهاندجوب ، أو لعلها لو كانت موظفة تأتيك وتفاجئك يوما بأربع صديقات مصريات فاتنات ملفوفات القوام ، عاريات فى الفراش كبير الحجم ، ينتظرنك على أحر من الجمر ، وتشاهدك هى وأنت تنيك كل واحدة فيهن قليلا “شوية” وتنتقل إلى الأخرى .. ألا تثيرك رؤيتها مع امرأة أخرى أو رجل آخر وتكونوا معا ثلاثية .. ألا تستجيب على الأقل لقمر ألمانيا لعلها تعلمك عمليا ما أخبرتك به نظريا وتكون معلمتك الخصوصية ..

قلت له : لنغير الموضوع يا فريدريك ، ألا تمل يا رجل من ترديد وتكرار هذا الكلام على مسامعى كل يوم منذ عينوك جوارى منذ شهر مضى ..

ولكننى فى أعماقى كنت قد تأثرت بكلامه ، واقتنعت به ، ولكننى كنت أرفض الاعتراف بذلك ، وأدخل فى صراع مستمر مع نفسى .. وأحاول دوما الهرب من الموضوع ..

هاى . أنا أحمد سمير من مصر ، 40 سنة ، متزوج من نسرين امرأة مصرية تبلغ من العمر 35 سنة ، أعمل موظفا فى السفارة الألمانية بالقاهرة .. وكانت نسرين ربة منزل لا تعمل ، ولى منها ولد وبنت ، الولد اسمه أمجد 15 سنة والبنت جميلة 14 سنة .. كانت نسرين كما وصفها فريدريك تماما ، لا تعلم شيئا عن أنواع الجنس الأوروبى ولا عن تبادل الزوجات (سوينج أو سواب) ، ولا عن علاقة الليلة الواحدة (وان نايت ستاند) ولا عن الهاندجوب (تدليك الزب باليد) أو البلوجوب والفيلاشيو (مص الزب بالفم) أو الكونيلنجوس (لحس الكس) .. ولا عن الثلاثيات رجلان وامرأة أو امرأتان ورجل .. وكنت الرجل الأول والأخير فى حياتها ، فهى لا تعرف فروق الأحجام بين أزبار الرجال ولا تعرف سوى الوضع التبشيرى .. وأنا شخصيا لم أعلم بذلك كله إلا من هذا الخبيث فريدريك وطبعا نظريا ولم أجربها عمليا بعد أى أننى مثلها تماما ، ورغبنى وجعلنى أتمنى أن تتعلمه منى نسرين ولكن لم أكن أملك الشجاعة وأخاف أن أفتح عيون القطة المغمضة فتصح جشعة ونهمة جنسيا ولا أستطيع السيطرة عليها ، وقد تقيم علاقات بحُرية مع رجال آخرين .. كنت أفضل أن تبقى كما هى تقليدية بسيطة لا تعلم شيئا تقريبا عن الجنس ولم تذق قذفا أنثويا واحدا فى حياتها ، حتى أن كسها جاف دوما لا يترطب ، وأضطر لوضع بعض زيت البرافين أو ما شابه لكسها وحول زبى لأتمكن من نيكها ، ويكون الجنس معها مؤلما لها ، ولكنها لا تشكو كثيرا واعتادت على ذلك وتظنه أمرا طبيعيا وبالتدريج أصبحت تكره الجنس وتتجنب ليلة الجمعة .. وهكذا تناقصت مرات جماعنا حتى أصبحنا اليوم نتجنب الجنس تماما بعدما أنجبنا طفلينا واندمجنا فى تربيتهما وتعليمهما والعناية بهما .. ولذلك كانت نفورة جدا من الرجال ومعاكساتهم لها إن نزلت للتسوق ، وكانت تخاف منهم كثيرا ، باختصار هى لم تحقق الصحوة الجنسية أبدا .. وتناست أنوثتها ، واندفنت شهوتها تحت ركام من المخاوف والكبت والطباع الشرقية إضافة لتجاربها المؤلمة مع الجنس معى ، فلم تعد تشعر بأى رغبة كالتى واتتها فى بداية زواجنا ، الألم قضى على أى أثر لإحساسها بالأنوثة أو الشهوة الجنسية .. كانت نسرين طويلة القامة ملفوفة القوام ، وكانت رياضية تهتم برشاقتها وتمارس الجرى والتمارين الرياضية بانتظام للحفاظ على قوامها ، وليست بكرش ولا بدينة أو مترهلة كمعظم المصريات بعد الزواج ، ولا كانت نحيلة معظمة ، بل كانت متوسطة ممتلئة بأنوثة ، مثل فينوس والنسوة العاريات فى لوحات رمبرانت ، وكان حجم ثدييها النافرين (مقاس سوتيانها) حوالى سى C أو دى D .

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“آاااااااااااااه .. مصى زبى كمان” .. صحتُ بقوة وأنا مستلق على الفراش عاريا تماما ، ورأس قمر ألمانيا هلجا فوق زبى ، وشفتاها المطليتان بالأحمر الفاقع الرائع تطوقان زبى وتصعدان وتهبطان على “حول” عمادى ، ورأس زبى وعمادى يختفيان فى داخل فمها الجميل ويظهران ، ثم أخرجتْ زبى من فمها وأخذت تضحك على عدم خبرتى ومعرفتها إنها المرة الأولى لى مع امرأة غير زوجتى والمرة الأولى فى حياتى التى أتلقى فيها بلوجوب (يعنى مص) .. لم أعد أستطيع تحمل الفضول لتجربة ما عرفته من فريدريك نظريا ، عمليا ، وأخيرا استسلمتُ لدعوات وإغراءات سكرتيرتى هلجا ، وها أنا فى بيتها وفى غرفة نومها ، لا أصدق ذلك ، وقد منحتنى قبلة فرنسية أو ألمانية ههههه سيان ، ملتهبة جدا لم أذق مثلها من قبل من زوجتى التى لم تبدأ يوما تقبيلى ، وإن قبلتنى أو بالأصح قبلتها أنا واستجابت لى فقبلة سطحية سريعة على الشفاه ، لا ريق ولا عراك ألسنة ولا لحس أسنان وداخل فم ، كان هلجا متمرسة جدا فى مص الزب ، وكان فمها يفعل بزبى الأفاعيل ويبعث فيه وفى جسدى كله متعا مذهلة لم أكن أعلم بوجودها يوما ، وكنتُ أتأوه بشدة وكلما كاد زبى يفقد السيطرة ويهتز بشدة مقتربا من القذف ، أبعدت هلجا رأسها بسرعة مستشعرة ذلك ، حتى أهدأ قليلا ، كانت لا تزال ترتدى تاييرها الرمادى الغامق المخطط بخطوط بيضاء رفيعة ، تايير رسمى من جاكت ضيق وتحته بلوزة بيضاء ، وجونلة قصيرة بنفس لون وخامة الجاكت ، وحذاء عالى الكعب مقفل أسود كلاسيكى .. ولا أدرى كيف أصبحت عاريا ، هل هى من جردتنى من ثيابى كلها حتى من جواربى وحذائى بلمح البصر ، أم أنا من فعل ذلك ونسيت من شدة لهفتى عليها وعلى الجديد الأوروبى الذى تحمله معها وستجربه معى .. أخذت تمص زبى من جديد وتطوقه بشفتيه ثم تنزل لتلحس وتمص بيضانى ، وتقول : إمممممم زبك كبيررررررررررر .. أكبر من زب زوجى … كله بالألمانية وكنتُ أفهمها بسهولة لأننى أتقن الألمانية بطبيعة الحال ، وهى لا تفهم سواها .. تعجبت وقلت : زوجها ، كنت أظنها عزباء ووحيدة .. وشعرتُ بالخوف أن يضبطنا زوجها معا .. ضحكت وكأنها قرأت أفكارى : لا تخف ، زوجى السابق …… فتنفست الصعداء ، ولم أعلم أن زوجها هو فريدريك نفسه إلا لاحقا وأنها المرة الأولى لها مع غيره وأنه يشاهد لقاءنا ويسجله على شريط فيديو ، بل ويدلك زبه حتى القذف عليه وعلى ما يشاهده .. وكانت مفاجأة عجيبة …..

بدأت خلال مصها العجيب لزبى فى فك أزرار جاكتتها ، وساعدتنى فى خلعها عنها وألقتها بعيدا ثم أخذت تستأنف مصها المحموم لزبى ، وبدأت أعبث بأزرار بلوزتها البيضاء فأبعدت يدى وضحكت وقالت : أتود رؤية نهدى يا خبيث ، حسنا ، وتركت زبى للحظة ، وخلعت بسرعة وبلمح البصر بلوزتها وفكت مشبك سوتيانها وانطلق الماردان الألمانيان اللذان كانا فى حجم ثديى زوجتى تماما ، وعادت لتستأنف مص زبى وأنا أداعب وأقفش ثدييها وحلماتها بأناملى ، وكان فمها رطبا ساخنا رائعا يبعث شعورا أسطوريا حول زبى ، ويداها تساعدان فى تدليك زبى وبيضانى ، وأخيرا تركتنى أقذف بقوة فى فمها ، وكان لبنى وفيرا وغزيرا جدا ، ابتلعت بعضه فى استمتاع ، وأخرجتْ زبى بسرعة ودلكته تحلبه لينزل معظم لبنى على كف يدها الذى امتلأ عن آخره ، فلما انتهيت من القذف ، وجدتها تضع لبنى على ثدييها وتدلكه كأنه نوع من مرهم الشمس فى المصايف ، والتمع ثدياها بشدة ، ثم صاحت بى قائلة : مدرسة هلجا للتعليم الجنسى ترحب بكم ، انتهى الدرس الأول ، وعليك رد الجميل فى الدرس الثانى ، هيا إلى العمل ، هههههههههههه … واستلقت جوارى ، وقالت لى : هيا الحس كسى … وقد باعدت بين ساقيها .. نهضتُ وجلست على ركبتى بين ساقيها ، وفككت حزام جونلتها ، وسوستتها ، وأنزلتها وساعدتنى ورفعت ردفيها عن الفراش تساعدنى فى سحبها وإنزالها وإخراجها من عند قدميها ، فلما نزعت الجونلة عنها ، وجدتُها ترتدى كولون أسود اللون (يعنى بنطلون داخلى شبيكة مثلا أو نايلون ، من نفس مادة وخامة الجوارب النسائية ويتم ارتداءه كالبنطلون) وكان مفتوح منطقة العانة يكشف كسها الحليق بوضوح ودون أى ملابس داخلية ، وقمتُ بخلع حذائها ، فوجدتُ الكولون الشبيكة يغطى قدميها أيضا ، وكانت قدماها جميلتين جدا وزاد جمالهما هذا الغطاء الشفاف الشبيكة الرقيق الذى يبرز منه إصبع قدمها الكبير بوضوح نظيفا ومقصوصا وبلا طلاء وناصع البياض ، نزلتُ عليه وقلت لها : ممكن أبوسه ؟ ضحكت وقالت : طبعا المعلمة موافقة يا عزيزى الطالب ، المعلمة ملكك اليوم كلها هههههههههههه … عاد زبى إلى انتصابه بل وازداد انتصاب زبى عما عهدته دوما بشكل مذهل ، واهتز بشهوة وانسال منه المزيد من اللعاب المنوى ، وأنا أدفع بقدمها داخل فمى ، وأمص أصابعها والقدم كلها وأخص بالمص واللحس والتقبيل إصبعها الكبير ، فلما اكتفيت ، سحبتنى لأقترب بوجهى ورأسى إلى كسها ، بين فخذيها ، وقالت ضاحكة : هيا بوس والحس كس معلمتك بلسانك وفمك ونكه بأصابعك .. لكن ممنوع العض إياك …. وفعلتُ كما طلبت لأول مرة فى حياتى ، كان مذاق كسها حلوا ورائعا لم أذق مثل هذه الحلاوة قط فى حياتى ، وأخذت أدلك لها زرا صغيرا فوق أشفار كسها قالت : هذا بظرى وهو حساس جدا كالقضيب عندكم أيها الرجال ، حاذر فى مصه ولحسه فهو يوصلنى سريعا إلى القذف ، بدأتُ أستكشف وحدى كيف ألحس كسها وتنبهنى تأوهاتها وغنجها إلى أكثر الحركات التى تثيرها والأماكن التى تمتعها أشد ، ووضعتْ يديها على رأسها تدفننى أكثر فى كسها وتثبتنى فى مكانى ، عند بوابة متعتها ، ونكتها بلسانى داخل كسها وبأصابعى ، تحسستُ جنبات مهبلها من الداخل بأناملى وشعرتُ بسوائلها شعورا لذيذا ومثيرا ، وأدخلتُ لسانى إلى مهبلها أيضا ، وقذفتْ مرات ومرات فى فمى وابتلعتُ عسلها الرائع الذى أصبحت مدمنا عليه .. وتصلب زبى أكثر من أى مرة انتصب فيها فى حياتى ، ولم أكن أعلم أن الجنس ممتعا بهذا الشكل ، كأنى لم أعاشر نساء قط ولم أتزوج نسرين ، أخيرا قالت لى : هيا اصعد فوقى ونكنى يا أحمد …. واعتليتها وأرشدت هى زبى إلى كسها وحكت رأس زبى فى أشفار “شفاه” كسها عدة مرات ثم أدخلته ببطء داخلها وتأوهنا معا فى متعة ولذة …. كم كان ألذ لو كان الكولون مقفلا عند كسها ومزقته بنفسى أنا كما تمزق البكارة أو غطاء الخمر المعتقة .. أدخلتْ بوصة من زبى وانتظرتْ ثم بوصة ، ثم ضغطتْ على ردفى بيدها كإشارة لى كى أدخل بزبى فى كسها أكثر ، وفعلتُ وقالت : دخله كله. فدفعته بقوة حتى ارتطمت بيضانى بعجانها ، وتأوهت هى عاليا ، وقالت : آاااااااااااااه .. زبك كبير وبيضانك تقيلة … أوووووووووووووه .. روعة .. لذييييييييييييييييييذ … كمان .. جامد .. أوى .. نكنى أوى .. نكنى كمان .. نكنى جامد .. أووووووووووووه .. أححححححححححححح أخخخخخخخخخخخخ خووووووووووووو … وكانت تقبض على بيضانى بقوة كلما شعرت باقترابى من القذف فأعود لهدوئى ، وكلبشت فى ظهرى بقدميها وساقيها تدفعنى بقوة داخلها ، وانعقص إصبعها الكبير من شدة اللذة ، وأمسكت جنبىَّ بيديها ترفعنى وتخفضنى بدون مبالغة ، وبقينا على هذا الوضع نحو ربع ساعة ، ثم قالت لى : استلق على الفراش. ففعلت وأنا أشعر بخيبة الأمل وأخرجت زبى من كسها وأنا متضايق ، ضحكت وقالت : عليك تعلم أوضاع أخرى غير هذا الوضع التقليدى الذى لا تعرف سواه يا عزيزى … ثم وقفت على ركبتيها فوقى ، ونزلت بكسها على زبى ، وهى تواجهنى كوضع راعية البقر (كاو جيرل) .. ونزلت على فمى بفمها تقبيلا ، وتدلى ثدياها كفاكهة جنة عدن على صدرى وأخذت أداعبهما بيدى فى لهفة ، ثم وضعتْ لى يدىَّ على ردفيها وقالت لى : هيا ارفعنى واخفضنى .. ففعلتُ ، قليلا أفعل وقليلا تفعل بنفسها وتصعد وتهبط ، وهى تتراقص كالقردة المجنونة وتصيح عارية فوقى ، إلا من الكولون ، الذى كان مثيرا ولكن عريها الكامل أكثر إثارة الآن وأود رؤيته لكنها معلمتى ولا أستطيع التجرؤ عليها هكذا ، نزلت بوجهها على وجهى ودغدغ شعرها الأشقر الطويل جدا والمسترسل صدرى وكتفى وغمرنا شعرها بشكل مثير ورائع ، وهى تتحسس ثديى الذكوريين الضامرين وتقرصهما ، وتستند بكفيها على صدرى بخفة كى لا تؤذينى ، بعد ربع الساعة ، التفت بحذق فى وضع كاو جيرل المعكوس ، وظهرها الرائع المتغضن بالسمنة والأنوثة يواجهنى ، ويداها تستندان على فخذىَّ ، وأخذت تصعد وتهبط على زبى .. وبعد ربع ساعة ، ركعت جوارى على يديها وركبتيها كوضع السجود (الوضع الكلبى الدوجى ستايل) وقالت لى : قف على ركبتيك خلفى ، هيا …. فعلتُ بعدما مزقتُ عنها الكولون تماما وظهرت ساقاها وقدماها عاريتين مكشوفتين أمامى بالكامل وهى مصدومة فى ذهول ولكنها ضحكت من حماسى ولم تعترض، وقبضتُ على ردفيها بيدى بجشع ، وأخذتُ أجذبها نحوى وأدفعها للأمام ، وشعرها يتطاير حول وجهها ، وثدياها يترجرجان بإثارة تحتها ، قلت لها : سأقذف .. غنجت عاليا وقالت : آااااااااااااااااه .. اقذف فى كسى .. املأنى بمنيك المصرى الفرعونى الرائع هيا … آااااااااااااااه .. وملأتها بلبنى المصرى الفرعونى الرائع .. كان لبنى وفيرا وغزيرا وظللتُ خمس دقائق أقذف كميات هائلة لم أقذفها من قبل فى يوم ما من حياتى ، وملأت هلجا الدنيا صياحا وغنجا وتأوها ، وهى ترتج بشدة من جميع أنحاء جسدها فى قذف أنثوى شديد وصاعق ومدمر وخارق وفتاك … انهار جسد هلجا وانهار جسدى فوقها ، وسحقتها بوزنى فوقها على الفراش وأخذنا نلهث ونجاهد لالتقاط أنفاسنا .. أخيرا نهضتُ عنها واستلقيت على ظهرى ، واستلقت هى جوارى والتصقت بى ووضعت رأسها على صدرى وأخذت أداعب شعرها الأشقر الفاتح الرائع المتموج الطويل الغزير ، قالت ضاحكة : مدرسة هلجا للتعليم الجنسى ترحب بكم وتتشرف بتقديم شهادة التخرج للسيد أحمد سمير من مصر الفراعنة بتقدير امتياز مع مرتبة الشرف .. هيص يا عم … هههههههههههه …

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كنتُ أظن أن ما جرى بينى وبين هلجا سيبقى سرا بيننا ، ولكننى فوجئت بأن فريدريك يلمح تلميحات متواصلة عما جرى بيننا ، كأنه رآنا ، كأنه يعرف .. هل أخبرته هلجا ..هل هو يخمن ويحس فقط .. لا أدرى .. لكنه كان يكرر : هكذا الرجل الشرقى دوما يتمتع بما يحرم منه زوجته ، يخونها ويعشق عليها أخريات ، ويعبث كما يشاء ، لكنه لا يقبل أن تعبث مثله وتجرب مثله ، مع رجال آخرين .. يا له من أنانى معقد ! لكن بذمتك ، مش اللى جرب هلجا مش ممكن يسلاها ، يرجع للمصرية المكبوتة الجاهلة بكل شئ عن الجنس .. لا يمكن طبعا .. طب يا أخونا الشرقى زى ما انت اتمتعت واتعلمت ، سيب مراتك تتعلم وتتمتع زيك ، وخليها تختار بينك وبين راجل تانى ، مش تقول لى دى بتحبنى وما تقدرش تعيش من غيرى أو ما تقدرش تعيش مع حد تانى وتتمتع معاه أكتر منى ، هو انت ممتعها أصلا ! …. ويبتسم لى ابتسامة ذات مغزى ..

لا أنكر أن كلماته المتكررة كان لها تأثير السحر “الدى ع الودان أمر من السحر” .. ولا أنكر أن فكرة مشاركة زوجتى مع رجل آخر قد سيطرت علىَّ وعلى تفكيرى تماما وأثارتنى إلى مستويات مذهلة من الإثارة لم أبلغها من قبل … ورفضت هلجا عرضى بتكرار زيارتى لبيتها ، ولم أعلم أنهما كانا يقصدان تعطيشى والضغط علىَّ ، وزوجتى نسرين ترفض الجنس نهائيا لأنه مؤلم كما تعلمون بالنسبة لها ، ولأنها لا تعلم ما أصبحتُ أعلم ، فكنتُ أمارس العادة السرية حتى القذف وأنا أتخيل زوجتى فى أحضان رجل آخر يداعبها ويضاجعها .. وحاولتُ مقاومة الاستسلام مرارا وتكرارا .. حتى قررت الاستسلام ، ولم أجد سوى فريدريك الذى كنت أشعر أنه يشتهى زوجتى نسرين ، ويود رؤيتها ، جئته بصورتها ذات مرة ، صورة كاملة لها من قمة رأسها حتى أخمص قدميها ، بالحجاب وكامل الملابس ، فأثنى عليها كثيرا ووصفها بالملاك الرائع لولا هذا الحجاب القمئ .. وسألنى هل شعرها ناعم وطويل ..قلت له : نعم جدا وغزير ….. قال لى : هل تصحبنى إلى منزلك لأراها وأتعرف بها .. أرجوك …. تهربتُ من الإجابة .. وظل يوميا يلح علىَّ حتى أخيرا وافقتُ بعد أسبوع كامل من إلحاحه اليومى .. وبدأتُ فى تجهيز خطة مناسبة معه لتعليم نسرين ! أود أن أراها بصحبة رجل آخر ، متمرس يعلمها ويعرفها على دنيا الجنس الأوروبى ، ويجعلها تقذف شلالات من عسلها الأنثوى من كسها وتغرق الفراش والمكان بشلالات قذفها الأنثوى من شدة ما تشعر من متعة لم تجربها من قبل ولم تعرف بوجودها أصلا ..

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صاحت نسرين بالعامية المصرية فى المطبخ وهى تتملص من فريدريك وهو يحضنها ويقبلها فى أنحاء وجهها “يا لهوى .. انت مين ؟ سبنى .. هاصوت وألم عليك الناس ..” .. قال فريدريك بالألمانية ” بحبك وباموت فيكى .. مش قادر أستغنى عنك” .. كان حوار الطرشان أو الصم والبُكم ، كل منهما يتكلم بلغة لا يفهمها الآخر .. وشعر فريدريك أنها تنوى الصياح والصراخ فكممها بيده وأخذت نسرين تفلت منه وتعدو متنقلة بين أرجاء الشقة ومن غرفة إلى غرفة ، و فريدريك يعدو خلفها ويتعقبها ويقبض عليها بين ذراعيه بقوة مرة أخرى ، حتى وصلا إلى غرفة نومها هى وأنا “أحمد” .. كنت قد منحت فريدريك نسخة من مفتاح الشقة ليتسلل إلى الشقة شقتنا أنا ونسرين ، فى الصباح بعد خروجى للعمل وخروج أولادنا إلى المدرسة … ودخل فريدريك إلى الشقة على أطراف أصابع قدميه دون أن يحدث صوتا ، وتسمع فسمع صوت المواعين (الأوانى) وخرير المياه آتيا من المطبخ فعلم أن نسرين هناك تغسل الصحون .. أسرع إلى المطبخ ، واختلس نظرة إلى الداخل فوجد نسرين تعطيه ظهرها ومنشغلة ومنهمكة فى غسل الصحون ، فانقض عليها من الخلف وضمها بقوة ، مما أثار فزعها ، وبدأت تصيح وتتملص منه كما قلنا ..

دخل فريدريك ونسرين مجال الصورة عندى فى شاشة المراقبة والتسجيل التى تبث لى ما تلتقطه كاميرا الفيديو اللاسلكية التى خبأتها وثبتها فى موضع مناسب قريب من الفراش داخل غرفة نومى أنا ونسرين … كنتُ أجلس وقتذاك فى منزل هلجا فى غرفة أعددتها لى ولذلك خصيصا ، كيف عرفت هلجا ؟ للأسف لم يكن ذلك ضمن خطتى ، وكنت أنوى استئجار مكان ما أراقب منه أو أستعير شقة فريدريك – لم أكن أعلم أن منزل هلجا هو منزل فريدريك زوجها أيضا كما قلنا ولم أعلم أنه زوجها – … سمعت هلجا ما دار بينى وبين فريدريك رغم أننا اتفقنا همساً .. وصارحتنى بأنها تعلم ما ندبر وطلبت منى أن أدعها تساعدنى وتشترى لى كاميرا الفيديو ومعدات المراقبة والتسجيل كلها ، فى مقابل أن أسمح لها بمشاهدة الحدث المثير حدث نسرين ومعلمها الخصوصى الذى سيعلمها أصول الجنس الأوروبى غصبا عنها ، معى .. ولكننى رفضتُ بشدة ، فهددتنى أنها ستخبر نسرين بالأمر وستخبر السفير أيضا .. وكانت جادة .. فرضختُ لطلبها .. وجلست أنا أمام الشاشة أفرك زبى من فوق بنطال البيجاما ، ووقفت هلجا جوارى بثوب نوم دانتيل أسود شبه شفاف وفاضح وروب من خامته ، وأبعدت يدى بعنف مثير بيدها ، كأنها تقول لى : دى شغلتى أنا مش شغلتك وأنا موجودة ، ده واجب عليا … وبدأت تدلك زبى برقة وهى تضحك وتتأمل لعبة القط والفأر بين فريدريك ونسرين بشغف مثلى ..

كانت نسرين ترتدى قميص نوم منزلى مصرى عادى خارجى ، وكان شعرها الأسود الطويل الناعم الغزير الرائع مسترسلا وحرا ومكشوفا بلا حجاب حيث كانت بالمنزل ووحدها ولم يكن معها أحد .. وكان فريدريك قوى البنيان فحمل نسرين التى تتملص وتفلفص بين ذراعيه بقوة دون أن تهز فيه شعرة ، وألقاها على الفراش وارتمى فوقها بسرعة يسمرها فى الفراش قبل أن تحاول النهوض والفرار منه ، وأسرع بإحدى يديه إلى تناول بعض قطع الساتان الأسود الحريرية ، من جيبه ، وقيد يديها إلى شباك السرير العلوى خلف رأسها ، فلما انتهى من ذلك بصعوبة بالغة وسط مقاومة عنيفة منها وخمش وركل ، أسرع وأراد أن يكمم فمها لئلا تصرخ ولكنه رأى أن الغرفة بعيدة عن باب الشقة كثيرا وتكاد تكون معزولة عن الجيران وعن الخارج ، ولن يسمعها أحد مهما صرخت ، إضافة إلى أنه يحب سماع صوتها ولهجتها العامية المصرية الموسيقية رغم أنه لا يفهم منها حرفا واحدا .. ونزل إلى ساقيها اللتين ركلته فى بطنه بهما ، ولكنه تحمل وأسرع إلى تقييد قدميها فى شباك السرير السفلى ، وخلع شبشبها عن قدميها الجميلتين بعناية ، وأعجبه حُسن قدميها ، وتناول إحدى قدميها فى يده وأخذ يمصها ويلحسها .. وسمعها تقول : إيه ده ؟ انت مجنون .. بتعمل إيه فى رجليا يا وسخ ، إيه القذارة دى ….. ولم يفهم حرفا واحدا .. صعد فريدريك إلى وجهها سريعا ، وألصق فمه بفمها فى قبلة سريعة ثم لحس شفتيها بلسانه مرارا وهى تقاوم وتتملص تحته دون جدوى رغم القيود ، كالقطة الشرسة ، وأخيرا فتحت فمها لا إراديا نتيجة دغدغته المستمرة لشفتيها بلسانه ، فاندفع لسانه إلى أعماق فمها يلحس أسنانها ولسانها وريقها .. حاولت إبعاد وجهها ، لكن فريدريك قبض على وجهها عند خديها بيديه ، واستمر فى تقبيلها تلك القبلة الفرنسية التى تجربها لأول مرة فى حياتها ، وقد تقززت أول الأمر ، وكادت أن تتقيأ ، لكن عينا فريدريك الزرقاوان وشعره الأشقر ووسامته ونظرات الحب العميق نحوها فى عينيه خدرتها ، إضافة إلى إحساس داخلى غريب بعثته فيها هذه القبلة الغريبة والمدهشة ، وسخونة فى بدنها ، وأخيرا أنهى فريدريك القبلة وغمرها وجهها وخديها وجبينها وعنقها بقبلات سريعة كثيرة ملهوفة ، وقال بالألمانية يتخلل القبلات بكلماته المتقطعة : إيه ده ؟ ريقك عسل ، آه يانى .. لو تعرفى بحبك قد إيه .. كان نفسى فيكى من زمان … يا مليكة قلبى … ونزل على يدها يقبلها ويمص أصابعها ويلحسها ، ولم تفهم نسرين حرفا واحدا مما يقوله ولكنها أحست فعلا بمدى حبه لها ورغبته فيها من عينيه وطريقة كلامه وموسيقى كلامه .. قالت فى نفسها : أنا عمرى ما حسيت زى الإحساس اللذيذ والجميل ده ، إيه اللى عمله معايا ده ، إيه البوسة الغريبة دى ، حركت فيا أحاسيس أول مرة أعرف إنها موجودة ، بس أنا متجوزة وعندى ولاد ، إزاى أسيبه يعمل كده معايا ، هو مين وعايز منى إيه ، كأن السما حدفته هدية ليا ، إيه اللى عاجبه فيا وهو أحلى منى بكتير ، وعنده فى بلده اللى هو جاى منها معرفش جه إزاى بنات زى الشربات زيه .. يا ترى اسمه إيه ؟ …. وكأنه قرأ أفكارها فأشار لنفسه وقال “فريدريك” وأشار إليها وقال “نسرين” … قالت فى نفسها مذهولة : كأنه قرأ أفكارى .. اسمه فريدريك ، اسم جميل .. ولكن كيف عرف اسمى … ووجدته يمد يديه إلى صدرها من فوق ملابسها ، وبدأ يدلك ويتحسس ويقفش نهديها الرائعين السمينين مقاس C أو D ، بقوة وتمرس ، جعلها تشعر بلذة خاصة وأحاسيس جديدة عليها تماما تجتاح جسدها كله ، ونشوة يبعثها نهداها المدللان تحت يدى الأشقر الوسيم ، فى كافة أنحاء جسدها ، وانعقصت أصابع قدميها من اللذة ، قالت نسرين فى ضعف وبطريقة لم تقنعها هى نفسها : بلاش كده عيب ، أرجوك امشى ، ما تفضحنيش قدام جوزى وولادى ، آاااااااااااااه … قال فريدريك : ملمسهما رائع يا ترى شكلهما إيه وهما عريانين ، شكلهم كده أكبر من بزار مراتى وأحلى .. ثم مزق قميص نسرين من الصدر حتى خصرها ، فوجد تحته قميص ساتان بحمالات مربوطة أكتافه كالفيونكات ففك الفيونكات ، ولم تكن نسرين ترتدى سوتيان فهى بالمنزل كما قلنا ، وسحب قميصها الداخلى الحريرى إلى خصرها أيضا مع قميصها الخارجى فتعرى نصفها العلوى بالكامل : ذراعاها وصدرها وبطنها حتى الخصر ، وتأمل فى انبهار وجشع وذهول هذين الثديين المصريين الصميمين الرائعين وأخذ يتحسسهما برفق ورقة وبطء ويملأ عينيه من منظرهما ، لفترة طويلة ، ثم نزل بفمه على الحلمتين البنيتين الجميلتين ذوات الهالات الواسعة المثيرة الشرقية المصرية التى لم ير مثلها لدى زوجته هلجا طبعا .. وكانت نسرين تنظر إليه الآن بعينين زجاجيتين صامتة مذهولة بجرأته وبتمرسه ، وتتعجب منه ومما يفعل وتتطلع شوقا لمعرفة ما ينوى فعله الآن مما لم تره من زوجها يوما ولا طلبته منه ببساطة لأنها لا تعلم عن وجوده أصلا ولا تعرف عنه شيئا .. أخذ يمتص حلمة حلمة بفمه المتمرس ، ويدلك ثدييها وهو يقول : فعلا كنتُ على حق إن نهديها أجمل وأكبر من نهدى زوجتى جوجو ، وكان يحرص على ذكر اسم تدليل هلجا فقط وألا يذكر اسمها لئلا أكتشف أنا الأمر والسر الذى يكتمانه عنى .. وأخذ يدلك ثدييها بعمق وبطريقة يعلمها جيدا ، وسرعان ما وجدت نسرين نفسها تتأوه وتلحس شفتيها بلسانها ، كانت لمساته تبعث ضربات لذيذة فى جسدها وترسل إشارات غريبة ممتعة إلى كسها مباشرة ، أحاسيس تجربها للمرة الأولى … وظل فريدريك يعزف على عود ثدييها ويطرب كسها لمعزوفته ، لفترة طويلة ، حتى شعر أن مهبلها قد ترطب واقتربت من أول قذف أنثوى وقمة نشوة تمر بها فى حياتها ، فعاد إلى شفتيها يقبلهما ويسحق لسانها بلسانه ، وبدأت تبادله القبلة غريزيا الآن وقد تعلمت منه رغم اختلاف اللغة ، فكما قلنا الجنس لغة عالمية ، فلما رفعها إلى عليين بقبلته الأسطورية الطويلة ، انفصل بشفتيه عن شفتيها ، وأفاقت عليه وقد هبط إلى خصرها يجذب وينزل قميصها الخارجى والداخلى إلى قدميها ويخلعهما من هناك ، ليعريها تماما إلا من كولوتها الصغير ، حيث أنزله أيضا من قدميها .. وأخذ يتأمل كسها الحليق عن قرب ، ويتلمسه ، ويقول : أخيرا رأيتك يا حبيب قلبى وتوأم روحى وغاية المُنى .. كان كسها غليظ الأشفار جدا وغليظ غطاء البظر وبارز بوضوح عن جلد عانتها المنبسط ، وداكن اللون قليلا عن عانتها .. كان مثيرا جدا بهيئته تلك كأنه وحش بدائى بربرى غجرى همجى أشعث أغبر جموح منطلق حر إلى أقصى غاياته .. وسرح وشرد فريدريك بعينين زجاجيتين فى جمال هذا الكس المصرى الفرعونى الوحشى الأصيل والصميم وغير المختون ، “والمتورم الآن بالشهوة التى بثتها فيه لمسات فريدريك لثديى نسرين ، وقبلاته الفرنسية لفمها اللذيذ” ، والمشحون الآن بكهرباء عالية الجهد جدا ، واللامع باللبن الأنثوى الشهى عند فمه – فتحته- مخبوءا بين شفاهه وأشفاره كالويفر يطوق الكريمة البيضاء ، كان كس نسرين كأنه كس عذراء لم يمسه رجل ، لم يُمَس سوى من صاحبته أو حتى لم يمس حتى من صاحبته ، وكان واضح الضيق وشدة الضيق أيضا ، ولحس فريدريك شفتيه بلسانه وهو شارد مذهول لا تفارق عيناه كس نسرين ، وقالت فى نفسها وهى تراه يفعل ذلك : إيه ده ؟ هو جعان ولا إيه ؟ هياكلنى ده ولا إيه .. وقال فريدريك : روعة روعة ، بزازك روعة ، وكسك روعة روعة ، يا ترى هيكون إحساسى إيه لما أنيكك بزبى فيه ، أكيد أسطورة .. ثم مد يده ببطء وداعب غطاء بظرها بأنامله برقة شديدة ، ثم رفع الغطاء وداعب بظرها فاهتاجت نسرين بشدة واهتز جسدها بإحساس غريب لذيذ جدا لم تعرفه من قبل ، لم يلمسها أحمد هناك أبدا .. قالت فى نفسها : هذا الرجل يعرف ماذا يفعل .. فلأدعه يفعل ما يشاء .. ونزل فريدريك بفمه إلى بظرها يمصه ، فعرفت نسرين أخيرا معنى الغنج ، وغنجت وتأوهت بشدة وبصوت عال جدا ، وقالت له : فكنى أرجوك يا فريدريك ، مش هاهرب ، أرجوك ، فكنى وأخذت تشير برأسها نحو قيود يديها ، فهم فريدريك إشاراتها ، وأشار إليها ومش هتهربى ؟ فأومأت بالنفى وقالت : والله مش هاهرب .. يالا أرجوك .. فقام وفك قيد يدها اليمنى ثم اليسرى ، ثم فك قدميها ، وعاد إلى كسها وأخذ يمص أشفار كسها ويلج بلسانه داخل كسها وبين شفاهها المهبلية ، ويمتص ويلحس رحيقها الأنثوى اللذيذ الكامن بين شفتيها الكسيتين ، ضغطت رأسه إلى كسها بيدها ، ووضعت ساقيها على ظهره ، وهى لا تكف عن التأوه والاستمتاع والغنج ، وأخذت تصيح قائلة : كمان يا فريدريك .. آااااااااااااااااااااه .. عسسسسسسسسسسسسسسسل .. مش ممكن .. انت عملت فيا إيه .. إيه الإحساس ده ..عمرى ما حسيت كده .. هو الجنس حلو بالشكل ده .. طول عمره كان مؤلم بالنسبة لى .. وظل يفعل بكسها الأفاعيل بلسانه وأنامله ، حتى صاحت أخيرا : آاااااااااااااااااااه إيه ده إيه اللى هيحصل ده .. آاااااااااااااااااااااااااه … وانتفض جسد نسرين بقوة وشدة ، وأخذت دفقات السائل الأنثوى تنطلق من كسها إلى الخارج بجنون عاليا وأغرقت السرير ووجه وفم فريدريك وكافة أرجاء الغرفة وابتلع فريدريك ما استطاع من لبنها الرائع فى نهم واستمتاع … قالت وهى تلهث بعدما عادت من السماء السابعة إلى الأرض أخيرا : روووووووووووووووووووووعة  .. مش ممكن اللذة دى .. أحححححححححححححححححححح .. زى العسل .. عمرى ما حسيت كده .. إزاى ده .. يا لهوى .. تعالى لما أبوسك يا فريدريك .. وجذبته إلى أعلى إلى فمها وانخرطت معه فى قبلة عميقة أودعتها كل شكرها وامتنانها وعرفانها … وفهم الرسالة وحياها بأحسن منها .. نسيت نفسها وزواجها وزوجها وأولادها تماما وشعرت أنها امرأة أخرى لا يهمها شئ ، أو أنها تلبستها روح امرأة جائعة للحب نهمة ظمآنة للغرام .. نهض فريدريك وتأملته وهو يخلع ملابسه ببطء يثيرها قطعة قطعة ، ولم تمنعه ، وظنت أنه من حقه أن تشكره ويتمتع بها كما يفعل الزوج بزوجته حتى لو كان مؤلما كالعادة مع أحمد .. ظنته سيكون مؤلما هذه المرة ككل مرة وظنت أن فريدريك سوف يقع عليها فورا دون تمهيد آخر من نوع آخر .. قال لها وقد اقترب بقضيبه الضخم يدلكه نحو وجهها : مصيه يا نسرين وأشار بإصبعه فى فمه لتفهم ، لكنها لم تفهم فداعب شفتيها برأس قضيبه قليلا وتناول موبايله وأراه فيلما إرشاديا يشرح البلوجوب والهاندجوب وهو يريد منها مزيجا منهما معا يعنى مص بالفم وتدليك باليد … ففهمت وتقززت ولكنه قبض على رأسها ورأت فى عينيه التصميم ، ولاحظت فى نفسها وقالت “زبه ضخم وجميل الشكل مثل زب زوجى أحمد تماما” .. فرضخت أخيرا وفتحت فمها فدخل بزبه إلى الداخل ، أمسكت هى زبه وأخذت تمصه وكانت ذكية سريعة التعلم مما أسعد فريدريك وسرعان ما بدأ يتأوه فى استمتاع وهى تنظر فى عينيه مسرورة بتأثيرها وتأثير فمها عليه .. وبدأت تستمتع بما تفعله وبملمس زبه المخملى الاسفنجى فى فمها وعلى لسانها ، وبدأ ذلك يثيرها ويضرب ضربات مثيرة فى كسها .. أخذت تلحس وتدلك وتمص زب فريدريك من رأسه حتى قاعدته بقوة وحماس ورقة وبطء وتلذذ وتراعى إمتاعه وتنصت لآهاته بخبرة غريزية أنثوية لتمتعه وتعرف ما يمتعه أكثر من حركاتها وأفعالها .. وكان منظر نسرين وهى تمص زب فريدريك مثيرا له ولى ولهلجا ، وكانت هلجا الآن تدلك زبى العارى وتمصه فى فمها مثل نسرين مع فريدريك وهى لا تغفل لحظة من مشاهدة الحدث المثير .. وشعرت نسرين بحكة فى كسها ونداء ورغبة يطالبها بفرك كسها بأنامل يدها الأخرى ففعلت دون تردد وتأوهت وهى تمص زب الأشقر الوسيم الذى نزل عليها من السماء ليمتعها لا تعلم من أين … وامتصت لعابه المنوى العسل المدهش الذى يفاجئها به منسالا من رأس زبه على لسانه بين لحظة وأخرى بانتظام ، كانت تحب حركة زبه جيئة وذهابا وللأمام وللخلف ودخولا وخروجا فى فمها .. أخيرا أخرج زبه من فمها ورفع خصيتيه إلى فمها وأشار ففهمت ومصت له بيضانه قليلا .. ووجدته يدفعها لتستلقى على الفراش مرة أخرى ..وقالت فى نفسها فى قلق : الآن حانت لحظة الحقيقة .. واعتلاها بلطف ، وباعد بين ساقيها ، ورفع ساقيها عاليا فى الهواء ، وتأكد بأنامله من أن كسها غارق فى سوائلها الأنثوية بغزارة ، ثم داعب بظرها وأشفارها برأس زبه فتأوهت بلذة ، وأدخل زبه أخيرا بوصة تلو بوصة فى كسها ، تأوها معا وتأوها عاليا حين ارتطمت عانته بعانتها معلنة دخول كامل زبه الضخم فى كسها وبلذة يا للعجب ودون أى ألم على عكس عادتها مع زوجها أحمد رغم أنه بنفس الضخامة والحجم .. لكنها أيضا لم تكن رطبة هكذا يوما أبدا .. قالت : آاااااااااااااااااااااه روووووووووووووووووعة .. انت رهيب يا فريدريك .. قال : بحبك وبموت فيكككككككككككككككككككككككى يا نسرين .. قالت : بحبكككككككككككككككككككك .. وكان ضجيجا من عبارات الحب والغرام الحميمية المصرية العربية والألمانية ، وكلاهما لا يفهم لغة الآخر لكن لغة الحب والغرام والشهوة والجنس أقوى وأفهمتهما كل شئ كالمترجم الماهر .. دون حاجة لترجمة .. نزل على شفتيها وثدييها دلكا ومصا .. وبدأ يحرث بزبه أرض كسها كالمزارع الماهر جيئة وذهابا ودخولا وخروجا ، وكلاهما لا يتوقف عن التأوه والأنين المستمتع .. قال : بموت فى كسك .. قالت : بموت فى زبك .. يا خرابى على كسك .. يا لهوى على زبك .. وأخذت تتحسس ظهره وردفيه برقة وحب ، كم تود تجربة ما تعلمته من فريدريك مع زوجها أحمد ، لا شك أن مذاق النيك مع أحمد عندها سيكون رائعا شهيا ولذيذا جدا كما هو الآن مع فريدريك .. وشبكت ساقيها حوله كالمقص تضمه إليها وتعانقه ، وتدفعه إلى أعماق كسها أكثر .. وظنت أنه اقترب من القذف وسيقذف فيها على هذا الوضع الذى لا تعرف سواه .. لكنه فجأة سحب زبه منها واستلقى جوارها على ظهره ولم يطلب منها شيئا بالطبع ، بل رفعها بنفسه وقبض على زبه وأولجه فى كسها وقد جلست على جسده وساقاها مطويتان على جانبيه وهى تواجهه فى وضع راعية البقر الكاوجيرل .. استغربت من هذا الوضع جدا ، وقالت : انت دقرمة فعلا يا فريدريك .. ورفعها وخفضها عدة مرات ثم أشار لها ففهمت ، وبدأت تتقافز فوق زبه كالقردة .. وتقبلت الوضع وهو يداعب ثدييها وسائر نصفها العلوى بيديه بجنون من الأمام والخلف ويبعث فيها أحاسيس رائعة جراء ذلك .. واعتادت على الوضع وأتقنته سريعا .. ونزلت على فمه تقبله ويتدلى ثدياها كالفواكه السماوية على صدره يطلبان الآكل ، ويمصهما فى فمه ، ويعجن ردفيها فى يديه ويرفعها ويخفضها وتتعالى غنجاتها وآهاته ، ثم يقلبها على جنبها ويرقد على جنبه خلفها فى وضع الملعقة سبوون ، ثم الوضع الكلبى راكعة على يديها وركبتيها وهو خلفها ، ثم الكلبى الكسول ليزى دوج تنبطح على بطنها ملتصقة بالفراش ويضاجعها فوقها .. أخيرا عاد للوضع التبشيرى التقليدى الأول ، وأدخل زبه حتى آخره فيها وضمته بقوة وهو ينتفض ويغرق مهبلها المصرى بلبنه الألمانى الوفير الغزير ، ويشعل بذلك فتيل رابع أو خامس أو سادس قذف أنثوى قوى ساحق ماحق سوبر شديد الانفجار لها لهذا اليوم .. وأخذت تقبله برقة وكسل الآن ويقبلها وراحا فى نوم عميق وهو عليها وزبه لا يزال فى كسها .. وفى ذات الأثناء كنتُ أقذف لبنى وفيرا وغزيرا فى أعماق كس هلجا فى وضع الكاوجيرل ..

قررنا لاحقا الانضمام إلى فريدريك ونسرين ، وأسكر فريدريك نسرين ببعض كؤوس الخمر وأخذها إلى فندق ليقضى معها ليلة واحدة من المتعة بإذنى … وهناك رقصت له بكامل ملابسها وبالحجاب ، ثم خلعت ملابسها وارتدت بذلة رقص شرقى رائعة ومثيرة وكانت تشبه الراقصة الجميلة لونا كثيرا فى بياضها وطولها ودلعها وحركاتها .. وأطعمته بيدها محشى ورق العنب و”كنافة بالزبيب والفول السودانى والسكر والشربات” وأطعمة مصرية صميمة كثيرة ..

جنس فى القارب

جنس فى القارب

سطعت شمس الصباح الدافئة على وجهى وأنا نائمة بالبكينى على سطح قارب زوجى ، وصحوت وتلفت حولى فلم أجد زوجى إلى جوارى وفوجئت بأنى وحيدة فى القارب ، وفى المياه الدولية بالبحر الأحمر بعدما ابتعد بى القارب عن المياه الإقليمية المصرية وعن الغردقة بطبيعة الحال ، ونظرت إلى جهاز الإحداثيات بالأقمار الصناعية فعلمت أننى فى منتصف البحر الأحمر بين مصر والسعودية ، أين ذهب زوجى يا ترى بعد ليلتنا الساخنة بالأمس تحت النجوم الرائعة وبالليل ، لعله أخذ القارب المطاطى الصغير فى جولة أو غطس كالضفدع البشرى يستكشف الأعماق الرائعة .. هاى ، أعرفكم بنفسى ، أنا هدى محمد ، 25 سنة ، مصرية ، متزوجة ولدىَّ طفلان ، شعرى أسود ناعم وطويل ، وعيناى سوداوان ، بيضاء البشرة ، وجسدى يمتع بكافة التضاريس والتعاريج والانحناءات الأنثوية الممكنة والأمامية والخلفية والعليا والسفلية التى تليق بامرأة شرقية مصرية تحترم نفسها بدون سمنة مفرطة ولا نحافة ، جسدى من النوع الذى يسمونه curvaceous body ، أنا وزوجى متخصصان فى دراسة البحر الأحمر ، فى الصيف ، ولكن فى الشتاء نبقى مع أطفالنا من أجل دراستهم بفيلتنا بالقاهرة بمصر الجديدة ، فنحن ميسورا الحال ، وما نفعله بالصيف تسلية وترفيه إضافة لكونه بحثا علميا فى مجال تخصصنا. هههه كاد القارب ينقلب بنا بالأمس من عنف ممارسة زوجى للحب معى ، يا لها من ليلة مذهلة قررنا قضاءها بعيدا عن فندقنا فى الغردقة. كم أحب زبه الضخم الرائع فى كسى يملؤه ، وبيضانه على عجانى ..

وبينما أنا شاردة فى الأفكار فيما حدث بالأمس ، سمعت صوت هدير محرك قارب يقترب ، وحاولتُ البحث عن شئ أرتديه فوق البكينى حتى وجدتُ غلالة رقيقة صفراء مزينة بالورود تخصنى فلففتها حول خصرى لأغطى نصفى السفلى والعلوى حتى صدرى .. ووجدت فى القارب شابا وحيدا يقوده ، له ملامح أوروبية وأشقر الشعر ، وسيم للغاية ، ويبدو فى سن المراهقة فى التاسعة عشرة أو الثامنة عشرة أصغر منى ، ضحوك وبسام ، واضح أنه من السياح الذين ينتشرون فى البحر الأحمر يمضون عطلة الصيف فى مصر بين الغردقة وجنوب سيناء ويستمتعون بمشاهد الطبيعة الخلابة البحرية والجبلية ويغوصون لمشاهدة الأسماك المتعددة الألوان والأجناس والشعاب المرجانية الرائعة ، اقترب بقاربه من قاربى وأوقف المحرك ، ثم سألنى سؤالا بالإنجليزية ، فهمت أنه يسألنى أين هو ، فقلت له تفاصيل الإحداثيات ، قفز بجرأة إلى قاربى وقال : أأنتِ وحيدة مثلى ؟ أنتِ جميلة جدا ، كيف تكونين وحيدة ، هل أنتِ مصرية ؟ قلت : نعم أنا كذلك من القاهرة. قال : أوووه يا للروعة ، أنت حفيدة الفراعنة إذن . متزوجة ؟ قلت لا شعوريا ولا أدرى لماذا قلت هذا : لا ، مطلقة. قال : إنه مجنون ليترك كل هذا الجمال. ثم قال : اسمى ريتشارد ، من الولايات المتحدة، وأنتِ ؟ قلت : هدى. قال: هل تسمحين ببعض المرح ؟ المنظر من هنا رائع وشمس الشروق مذهلة ، أرى أنك وحيدة ، هل تقبلين بصحبة ، ودردشة ؟ ..

شعرتُ أن وراء الأكمة ما وراءها وخفت أن يعود زوجى فجأة وهو غيور جدا ، ولكن عقلى كان يأمرنى بشئ ، وإرادتى بشئ آخر ، ووجدت نفسى أقبل عرضه. وجلسنا على السطح سطح مركب زوجى ، نتأمل منظر البحر الساحر ونسمع صوته ونشم روائحه المنعشة ، وأخذ يحدثنى عن أمور حياته ، ومسابقات رياضية بحرية كثيرة دخلها ، ثم سمعتُ رنين هاتفى المحمول ، فأسرعت لأجيب وكان زوجى ، أخبرنى أنه فى الغردقة يسوى بعض الأمور ، ولن يعود قبل المساء ، وقد اتصل بى ليطمئننى عليه ، قلت : خلى بالك من نفسك وما تخافش عليا. وأنهيت المكالمة . سألنى ريتش عن المتصل فقلت بأنه أخى فى الغردقة يطمئن على ولن يأتى لأخذى إلا غدا ..

وعدنا لأحاديثنا وأخبرته عن حياتى ما عدا جزء زوجى وزواجى ، وشعرت بريتش يلتصق بى ، وبدأ يقص على أنه لم يحصل على حب فتاة حتى الآن رغم أن كل رفاقه بالمدرسة الثانوية قد اتخذوا لأنفسهم صديقات وليس صديقة واحدة ، لم يجرب الحب ولا العلاقة الجسدية بالطبع .. وأنه لا يدرى لماذا .. وأنه يتطلع شوقا لأولى تجاربه مع النساء ، ويحدوه الفضول ليعرف كيف يكون مذاق الغرام الجسدى والعاطفى .. ثم قال : ولكن كلهن فى مدرستى سخيفات وتافهات وأنا أميل للناضجات أكثر ، ولم أر فيهن خفة دمك الشرقية المصرية وجمالك وجسدك ذى التضاريس ، قلت : ريتش ، هابتدى أزعل منك .. لو سمحت بلاش كده.

وابتدأت أبتعد بجسدى عنه ، لكن جسدى كان له رأى آخر وشعرت بالرطوبة تنسال فى كسى ، لقد كان وسيما للغاية وفاتنا بعيونه الزرقاء وشعره الأشقر وبنيته القوية وطوله الفارع وبراءته وثرثرته ، ورغم ذلك يحبنى أنا الأقل منه وسامة بالتأكيد ولا يرى فى ملكات الجمال الأمريكيات فى بلده من تشبعه حاجته وتملأ عينه وترضى ذوقه ، كان ريتش يرتدى ملابس الغطس السوداء الملتصقة بالبدن ، كالضفدع البشرى ، استلقى على بطنه ووضع وجهه على يديه أمامى وهو يضحك كالأطفال ، وقال : كم أنتِ جذابة ! ليتهن مثلك ..

فحاولت تغيير الموضوع ونهضتُ وقلت : أشعر بالجوع ، سأذهب لأعد الإفطار ، هل تحب الفول المدمس المصرى بالزيت والكمون والطحينة ؟ إنه أكلة مصرية صميمة .. قال فى فضول : أود تجربتها معكِ ، من يديك الجميلتين لا يمكن أن تصنعى إلا كل شهى وجميل ..

احمر وجهى وانصرفت مسرعة إلى الطابق السفلى فى قاربنا الضخم المزود ببعض غرف النوم ومطبخ وحمام ، وبعد قليل سمعته يثنى على الروائح القادمة إليه من عندى .. صعدت ومعى صينية الفول فى سندوتشات العيش البلدى وبعض أقراص الطعمية وجواره بصلتان .. تناول الطعام بشهية معى وهو يختلس النظرات إلى وأنا آكل ، والتصق بى مجددا .. ووجدت خيمة منتفخة متكورة وعالية تحت خصره وتحت ملابس غوصه .. رباه ، إنه مثار ! وشعرتُ بالرطوبة تزداد فى كسى ، وأشفارى تختلج ..

أنهينا الطعام . وفوجئت به يضمنى بقوة وقال : أعلم أنك متزوجة ، ودبلة الزواج الذهبية تلمع فى يدك اليسرى، وأنك تودين خوض مغامرة جديدة ، وكسر تابو ، وذلك لا يضايقنى بل يثيرنى أكثر وأكثر ، صارحينى ألديك أطفال ، فترددت واحترت ماذا أقول وأفعل ولم أجد بدا من مصارحته فأومأت له برأسى وأشرت بإصبعى أى طفلين ، ثم تخلصت من ذراعيه برفق ، ونهضتُ وقلت له : هذه حياتى الشخصية ، ولا أدرى لماذا كذبتُ وأخبرتك أنى مطلقة ، لعلى أشفقت عليك أن تصدم بعدما رأيت منك إعجابا بى ، أو لعلى كنت أريد اختبارك لأرى ما تريد منى ، أرجوك ريتش دعنا نكون أصدقاء فقط وغادر القارب حالا لو سمحت ، أنا متزوجة ولدى أولاد ، وشرقية مصرية ولدينا عادات وتقاليد مختلفة عنكم ، ومن كلمنى كان زوجى بالغردقة وليس أخى ، أرجوك اذهب يا ريتش ..

ففوجئت به يسحب خنجر صيد من جيب بذلة غطسه ، ويضع النصل على جلد عنقه ويضع ويقول : أنا أحبك من النظرة الأولى كما لم أتصور أنى سأحب فتاة يوما فى بلدى أو غيرها ، إن رفضتينى سأقتل نفسى ، وبالفعل سال خيط من الدماء من عنقه ، وشعرت بجديته فقلت له : حسنا حسنا ، سأعطيك قبلة واحدة فقط ولكن لا تطلب شيئا بعدها أفهمتنى ؟ .. قال : حسنا ، قبلت . ونهض ، فضممته بتردد ، وقربت فمى من فمه ، وانغمسنا فى قبلة فرنسية وعادية حارة جدا وطويلة جدا ومص ريقى ولسانى بشدة وجوع ولهفة وعاطفة وتعارك مع لسانى ودغدغ أسنانى بلسانه  .. وأخيرا تباعدنا ونحن نلهث بشدة ونلتقط أنفاسنا بصعوبة وقلبانا يخفقان بسرعة إلى حد الجنون ، وقلت له وأنا أضمد له جرح عنقه : هيا عدنى أنك ستنصرف الآن وتنسانى أرجوك .. وكفى جنونا …. لكنه فاجأنى مجددا والتقط الخنجر ، وارتمى راكعا عند خصرى يقبل يدى متوسلا وصوب الخنجر نحو صدره واندفع به بعنف منتويا غرسه فى قلبه مباشرة ، وفهمت ذلك على الفور ، لكنى هذه المرة لم أستطع لجم عواطفى نحوى ، فلم أشعر بنفسى إلا وقد لطمت يده بعنف وسقط الخنجر بعيدا ، وتناولته بسرعة ورميته فى البحر قائلة : لا تقترب من حبيبى ، إياك ، ابتعد ..

فضمنى ريتش من الخلف بقوة ، فالتفت نحوه وواجهته ، ثم أنزلته معى إلى سطح المركب ، واستلقينا متجاورين ، لقد أصبح كسى كوعاء الحساء الملآن (لقد أصبح كسى شوربة) من شدة الإثارة وشدة رغبتى فيه هذا الوسيم الرائع ، واتجهت يدى لا شعوريا نحوى الخيمة المنتفخة تحت خصره أتحسسها ، كان ضخما كزوجى ، ظللت أداعب زبه من فوق بذلته الغطسية ، قليلا ، ثم سحبت السوستة الأمامية للبذلة من عنقه حتى أسفل خصره ، وأخرجت زبه ، وأخذت أدلكه صعودا وهبوطا على عماده ، تأوه بشدة وقال : كمان يا هدى بحبك دلكى زبى كمان ..

وأخذ يقبل عنقى .. وكان زبه ينمو ويكبر أكثر وأكثر وأنا أدلكه وأخذتُ أفرش لعابه المنوى المنساب باستمرار على رأس زبه وعماده ، ثم نهض وجردنى من كل ثيابى فى لمح البصر فتطايرت الغلالة وتطاير البكينى وغمر كل بقعة من جسدى بدون مبالغة بقبلاته ولمساته ولحساته ومصاته من قمة رأسى حتى أخمص قدمى ، لم يترك شبرا من أنحاء جسدى ولم يهمله ، كأنما يريد أن يلتهمنى أو يأخذنى تذكارا فرعونيا من مصر إلى بلاده الأوربية الشمالية الغربية .. وشعرت فيها بمدى حبه لى ورغبته فى ولهفته على ، وركز أيضا على ثديى المصريين الأصيلين اللذين أذهلاه للغاية ، وعلى لحس كسى ونيكه بأصابعه ، ومص عسلى الذى جعلنى أقذفه مرتين ، وأخيرا اعتلانى ووقف على ركبتيه ووضع ساقيه بين ساقى ، وشعرتُ برأس زبه تداعب بوابة كسى المتهدل الأشفار الغليظة ، ودس وأولج زبه الضخم بوصة تلو بوصة فى كسى ، وشعرتُ بالامتلاء الذى لم أشعر به إلا مع زوجى المماثل له فى الضخامة ، وباعد بين ساقى ، وقبض على قدمىَّ فى يديه وأخذ يقبلهما ويمصهما ، ثم مد يده وتناول يدى ومص أصابعى فى فمه ولحس كفى إن ذلك يدغدغ ، وبدأ ينيكنى بقوة ، وأخذ القارب يهتز بنا بخفة من شدة النيك ، وكان مشهدا رائعا لو رآه أحد البحارة المارين ولكنى كنت سأموت خجلا ، السماء الزرقاء الصافية والشمس الساطعة والبحر الرقراق الصافى وأصوات الطيور البحرية ورائحة البحر ، ووسط ذلك قارب عليه عاشقان مغرمان اثنان غربى وشرقية ، أوربى ومصرية ، يافثى وسامية ، يتبادلان القبلات والأحضان ، ويطعمان بعضهما شهد الغرام الفائق الحلاوة عبر زبه وكسها .. ثم أحطتُ ردفيه بقدمى ، وظهره بذراعى ، وكان متمرسا رغم أنها المرة الأولى له فى حياته ، كأنه تدرب كثيرا على حبس شهوته وبطء قذفه وإطالة مدة الجماع ، وظل ينيكنى لساعة إلا ربع ، يبطئ ويسرع ، ويتوقف ويستأنف كلما اقترب من القذف … ووصلتُ إلى قمة النشوة وقذفتُ عسلى الأنثوى حول زبه أربع أو خمس مرات حتى قذف فى مهبلى أخيرا لبنه الأوربى الأشقر .. وأصبح كسى كوعاء الحساء الملآن عن آخره والفائض من كثرة ووفرة اللبن الذى قذفه فى أعماق مهبلى وأمام رحمى .. بعدما انتهى وقذف ، استلقى جوارى ووضع رأسه على صدرى ولف ذراعه على خصرى وضمنى إليه بالجنب بشدة عدة ضمات متتالية، وأخذ يقبل خدى وهو يتنهد ويغمض عينيه فى استمتاع وتلهف ، وأخذتُ أداعب شعره الأشقر ، وأقبل جبينه وأهمس له بكلمات فاحشة وأضحك ، وأهمس له بكلمات الحنان والأمومة ، كأننى أمه أو أخته الكبرى وهو طفلى الحبيب وكان مستمتعا جدا بهذا الدور لى وله

Wife’s Unusual First Time

Wife’s Unusual First Time
bynewbie2008©

There are thousands of men who fantasize about their wives having sex with another man, but very few will experience it quite like this.

Anyone ever had a younger man just take a liking to your wife? Surely some have, but I mean quite literally a guy who developed a serious crush on her. One who would have bathed a cougar if she asked? Well, my wife had such a fellow in her very recent life. He adored her. This infatuation was well within reason too.

I had become accustomed over the years to men of all ages being overly nice to my wife, and not just because of her sweet disposition either. Basically, any man producing testosterone finds himself staring at her. She’s what most would consider the true definition of a MILF. Let’s face it, how often these days do you see a knockout 39-year old woman, who is 5′ 2″, 110lbs, brunette, with absolutely perfect legs, perfect ass, and an unbelievably beautiful smile?

Now when I say a younger fellow, I mean that my wife was 39 and this young man was 22 at the time. She’s not the type to take advantage of kindness and actually he’s not the type who even knows he’s going overboard for her, but it’s so very obvious when he’s always trying to please her in everything he does.

First of all he loves hanging out at our home because we never treated him any less because of his age. From the first time he met us, when he was nineteen, he just felt comfortable around us. His mother had been our neighbor for over seventeen years, but he had lived with his biological father until he was nineteen, moving in next door to be closer to the state university and to have more freedom.

From first sight, he was utterly in love with my wife, Kathy. Jack was a very intelligent fellow with a full-ride academic scholarship, but was a complete moron when it came to his love life. The funny thing is, if he had treated women as he treated my wife, they would have fallen at his feet. He was actually a rather handsome guy with an athletic build, but had been sheltered by his father and stepmother all his life. He didn’t even go to his senior prom because his dad put so many restrictions on prom night; he felt it wasn’t even worth the effort.

Over the few years he lived next door, he became very comfortable around us, and we with him; it was not uncommon for him to be lying on the couch in our basement watching TV when my wife or I got home from work.

Late one evening, around 1:30 AM, my wife and I finished watching a series of DVDs we had rented. We were both barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly we heard a knock on the sliding glass doors leading from our bedroom to the back yard. My wife instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bedspread with her to cover her breasts.

I rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed my pepper spray from the night stand on my side of the bed. As I crept towards the door, I saw a silhouette of whom I was pretty sure was Jack. I barely plucked the blinds back and sure enough he gave a silly wave and smiled.

Kathy and I knew he had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 2 AM he would be knocking on our door. As I slid the door open, he immediately began to apologize saying, “I’m so sorry to bug you, Mike, but I saw your lights on and, well, I’m locked out next door.” I immediately told him to come in, and he glanced to his right seeing Kathy getting up off the floor with the bedspread tightly clutched to her chest. He again began to apologize for the intrusion.

Kathy began asking a flurry of questions, “Why would they lock you out? Don’t you have a key? I thought you had a big date tonight? How’d that go?”

Being very comfortable with us he explained, “They locked me out because they are assholes. As far as my date, it went just like all the other disaster dates I’ve had recently… I didn’t get laid.”

Kathy chuckled and said, “If you keep thinking you’re going to get laid on every first date, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment, don’tcha think?”

He smiled and replied, “Well yes, but damn it, I’m 22 years old and have had sex four times in my life; and three of those were with the same chick, who insisted that I not only wear a condom, but that I take it very slow so as not to break the condom. Then when I finished, I was to be ultra careful not to even take the condom off unless I was five feet away from her because she said some of it might get on her… Now, does that sound like a wild and satisfying sex life to you?”

My wife and I looked at each other and grinned as if to say, “That was a little more information than we expected.” Kathy jokingly said “Scoot over here; at least I can give you a hug.” Keeping the blanket pulled close to her chest with one arm, she leaned over with her left arm and hugged him saying, “You have your whole life ahead of you stud-man, just stop trying so hard.”

He chuckled replying, “Easy for you to say, you and Mike can bang each other ten times a day if you like.”

She laughed and said, “Married people don’t have sex ten times a month silly,” as she jokingly rolled her eyes at me.

I could tell he had been drinking heavily for two reasons; one, I could smell it from across the room and two; he was in rare form, saying whatever was on his mind. We had known him for quite some time by this point though, so almost no topic was off limits and basically there was no subject we hadn’t spoken to him about before.

Right out of the blue and in pure drunk fashion, he said “You know, I really do have enough common sense to know not to expect to get laid on every first date, at least with a decent chick, but I’ve not been really dating the most moral chicks in the state you know, and hell, I can’t even get a hand job… even a simple hand job would at least keep my balls from aching, and she could still be pure as the driven snow.”

I laughed and said, “I know it’s late, but you’re probably going to stay the night anyway, so let me get you a drink, I think you can use one.” Actually I figured it might tire him out and he would want to go crash on the couch in the basement. Kathy just continued to laugh her hind end off at some of the things he was saying.

I walked to the kitchen and was gone approximately five minutes grabbing three glasses and a bottle of Crown Royal, and as I walked into the bedroom, I heard my wife explaining, “What in the name of good sense makes you think a hand job isn’t sex; she would still feel like she was engaging in a sexual act, and feeling slutty.”

He replied, “But I would be the only one getting off, and, well… Awe hell I don’t know.”

I set the bottle and glasses down on the dresser and jokingly said, “Are you trying to talk my wife into giving you that desperately needed hand job, you sneak, is that what I’m hearing?”

He laughed and replied, “Oh I’m sorry, Mike, we should have told you, our whole plan was to have you go to the kitchen for drinks while Kathy gave me a hand job… Thanks, Kathy, you made my night.”

She laughed and said, “Oh you know me, I thought it was my female duty, felt sorry for ya.”

I returned the joking sarcasm saying, “So basically if I had still been in there making frozen daiquiris, you might have gotten laid.”

He laughed and replied, “You’re the luckiest man I know, I would give both my feet to have that experience.”

My wife smirked and said, “Okay boys, let’s calm down. Poor Jack over here is already about to climax in his pants, let’s not be cruel.” We all continued to small talk and harass one another as we drank.

After thirty minutes or so, he began daring us to do shots, and my wife kept insisting that she had had plenty, reminding him that if he hadn’t knocked on the door she would have been asleep by this time. After several more minutes my wife finally said, “Fine, fine, fine, pour the damn shots, just shut up about it already.” She had already put down at least three double-shot mixed drinks, and I would know, I was pouring them. After several shots, my wife, along with what she had already drunk was quite buzzed. Jack was damn well getting hammered, but rather than getting more tired, it seemed he was becoming more and more awake.

At around 3:15 AM, he got back on the subject of, “Why can’t a woman just give a guy a hand job on a first date?” I know this will sound insane to some people, but after having several drinks and shots, hearing it over and over and watching my beautiful wife lean into him innocently, I slowly began to fantasize about my wife giving him this coveted hand job he kept going on about. In fact, the more he spoke of it, the more I thought about it.

My wife kept giving him the same generic advice, when right out of the blue, and I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life, I said without a great deal of thought, “Enough about the hand job. Honey will you please give him the hand job so we can stop talking about it?”

There was a very odd five seconds of silence before my wife finally replied with her chin hanging down to the floor, “Um, what was that, Mr. Mike?”

I just kind of grinned and said, “What the hell just give the poor guy a hand job before he jumps off a bridge. Then we won’t have to hear any more about it.” She kept her mouth open the entire time I was speaking in an utterly shocked manner, almost as if waiting for the punch line as Jack sat there looking like a deer in the headlights.

Finally Jack said, “Oh shit, are you serious… Oh shit, oh my God, you need to stop teasing. You’re kidding right?” My wife just kept staring at me almost the way someone does when they just heard a long joke and didn’t quite get the punch line.

I immediately walked to the dresser and poured another shot for each of us, when Kathy finally said something. Still in shock and with a slight yet confused grin, she said sarcastically, “Oh my God, my husband has a few drinks and wants to watch me give a guy a hand job. I suppose if you pound a few more, maybe Jack can fuck me, how’d that be, husband?”

I calmly replied, “Oh calm down, don’t you feel sorry for him just a little bit?”

She paused for a second and replied, “I feel sorry for starving children in Africa, but I haven’t sold my home and shipped them the money yet.” Meanwhile Jack is sitting there hanging on every word continuing to wonder if he was actually hearing what he was hearing.

I handed her the glass, and she continued to glare at me with a combination of pissed off, confused, and oh shit, all rolled into one. Jack, still sitting on the end of the bed at Kathy’s feet, said, “I swear I wouldn’t tell a soul, Oh my God, this would be so….”

Just before he could finish, Kathy said, “Jack, just shut the hell up… just, shut, up.”

There was this uncomfortable fifteen seconds of silence that felt like thirty minutes. I just kept a mischievous smile on my face as she continued to stare at me. I could tell she still wasn’t quite sure if it was a joke or what. Within an instant her expression changed from confused to, “Ok, I’ll play along, but I still don’t think you’re serious.” I think to her it became like a game of chicken, to see who would swerve first.

She turned and looked right at Jack pointing her finger in his face and said, “If I even get a smirk from a neighbor, a friend, or one of your buddies, you will never be welcome in this house again and I will tell everyone you are the biggest liar I have ever met.” He kept completely still and wide eyed as she spoke, and after she was done laying down the law, he agreed profusely, and I must say he looked mortified.

My then wife looked at me and said, “Hand me a T-Shirt.” I reached into one of her dresser drawers and quickly handed her a T-Shirt. As I handed it to her she just let the bedspread fall from her perfect breasts as if it was just me and her sister in the room, and slipped it over her head.

After she put the T-shirt on, she sat there and just stared at Jack with her eyebrows raised, saying nothing. Jack looked around glancing back and forth from me to her, in total confusion and terror. She finally asked, “Do you want to do this with your pants on?”

He nervously jumped up, and began muttering “Oh right, sorry, I just, well, yes, right…” mumbling away in pure babble. As he fumbled with his pants, my wife threw off the bedspread from her legs and scooted down to the end of the bed.

This was without a doubt the most erotic moment in my entire life, watching a 22 year old man taking off his pants between my wife’s legs as she sat there with her hands on her knees waiting. As he stepped out of his pants, he immediately grabbed at both sides of his underwear and slid them down. His cock was so rigid he had to push the front of his briefs out past his cock to get them off, and as the band of his briefs hung up on the head of his cock, his erection slapped back against his stomach.

Kathy kind of chuckled and said, “Excited are we?”

He replied, “You really, really, have no idea.”

My wife then put her hands over her face and slowly pulled them down and said, “I need just one more drink, and then we’ll do this.”

Jack immediately agreed saying, “Oh hell yes, me too.” I think my wife was buying time to see if I would finally flinch, or tell her this was all a joke, but I didn’t. I poured the drinks, giving Jack about half a shot and giving my wife a double. I handed it to her, and she immediately held her nose and gulped it down, freezing for about twenty seconds as if the slightest thing would have made her throw it up. Jack too threw his back making a similar liquor face.

As they were throwing back their shots, I couldn’t help but notice that Jack’s cock was maybe only a half-inch longer than mine and about as thick, but the head of his cock was unusually large. I mean it was very disproportionate from the rest of his cock. It looked like a good sized plum you might find in the produce section of the grocery store sitting on the end of his cock. His cock was standing straight up too, with a wet shiny smear around the tip and a clear drip of per-seminal fluid at the opening.

As he finally got his act together and, having thrown back the shot, he walked in front of my wife not knowing what the hell he was doing, and she just glanced at me for a brief second, took a deep breath, and rather reluctantly and slowly reached up and put her hand on his cock. When she grabbed it, the head of his cock oozed out a large drop of clear slick fluid and she immediately said, “Oh my God, look how much stuff is coming out of you.”

He replied and nervously chuckled, “I told you, I desperately need this.” As she began stroking slowly back and forth, she was spreading the slick pre-cum all over the length of his cock. Although she hadn’t commented on it, I know she was amazed at the size of the head of his cock. Not more than thirty seconds into it, he asked in a very out of breath way, “Is it ok if I lie beside you while we do this?”

She said, “I guess,” and scooted up onto the bed on her left side as he slowly moved and laid on his right side.

As he lay down beside her, he rolled slightly to his right side and my wife rolled to her left. Once again she reached and began stroking his cock with her right hand almost in a pulling motion. After only a few seconds he acted like he was positioning more to his right side, and as he did, he put his left hand on my wife’s right hip and onto her panties. Neither of them knew but I had made my way down to a chair by the foot of the bed and had begun very slowly and inconspicuously stroking my cock underneath my pajama bottoms. Keep in mind this was all taking place within a span of only few minutes. As I kept stroking my cock I began to notice he kept leaning in as if he was trying to kiss her, when suddenly my wife looked up from staring at his cock and they began to kiss.

Only seconds into kissing, he slid his left hand down between my wife’s legs, and by the time she grabbed his wrist as if to say, “No,” he was already feeling her pussy through the crotch of her panties. I had no idea what to expect because, although she still held his wrist, he continued to rub the crotch of her panties. Meanwhile she had stopped stroking his cock. They continued to kiss as he went from gently rubbing the crotch of her panties to trying to get his fingers under the side of her panties. He fumbled for a few seconds and finally managed to get his fingers under. He instantly pushed his middle finger inside her pussy as far as he could get it.

I kept stroking my cock as I watched in a combination of shock and complete erotic ecstasy. As I stroked I had to stop every few seconds or I would have exploded in my pajamas. Every few seconds I could hear my wife exhale with a sharp but low, “AAHHHH,” when he would thrust his middle finger in deeply. The entire sight was driving me out of my mind with eroticism. I watched for maybe another minute, and then had a moment of temporary insanity. I rose out of the chair, walked over to the foot of the bed, grabbed the waistband of my wife’s panties, and began to pull them off of her. The entire time I was inching them off, they continued to kiss. Jack pulled his finger out of her and was helping scoot them off the opposite side under her ass. I could only imagine what was going through his mind.

As I got them halfway down her thighs I began to question why she wasn’t saying or doing anything to stop me, but was so worked up I realized I was getting even more turned on because she wasn’t. After I slid them down her beautiful legs and off her sexy feet, I made my way back to the chair at the foot of the bed. My excitement level was beyond any experience in my entire life. My hands were actually shaking. Before I had even sat down and put my hand down my pants, he once again was fingering her. I just knew Jack’s nuts must be aching at this point with anticipation of the unknown.

He kept fingering her when suddenly he removed his finger from her pussy, and reached midway down her right thigh and pulled her leg over him as he scooted as close to her as he could. My wife still wasn’t going along with the entire thing as much as he would have liked. I was sure he was trying to see if she might roll on top of him, but instead she had her right leg over him and he was rolled on his left side. They continued to kiss and with every second, he kept trying to scoot down further as if to angle himself to enter her, but again, she wasn’t exactly making his life easy. In fact, I was thinking she was just teasing the hell out of him and perhaps still playing chicken with me.

Finally after about a minute, he had angled himself in such a way that he reached down and moved his cock to her crotch. The way they were lying, there was no way he could easily enter her. At one point he began barely pulling at her ass and slowly half thrusting his cock across the opening of her pussy. This went on for several minutes with him stopping suddenly on occasion, which I knew was to keep from shooting his load. I too had to abruptly stop stroking my cock many times or I too would have shot my load. The fluid leaking from the head of his cock kept smearing against my wife’s inner thighs and pussy, so much that it looked like she had already been fucked by three guys.

He continued pulling at her ass trying to get any angle at all to put his cock in her, when at one point he reached over her ass and with his finger tips pushed the head of his cock against her slick pussy lips, and I just about passed out. In only a few seconds, I watched as the large head of his cock spread her pussy lips. As he kept pushing the head of his cock and thrusting his hips, it kept popping out, until at one point, he scooted maybe an inch further down, and this time when he pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, he slowly and carefully thrust his hips and I watched as my wife’s pussy spread around the head of his cock until it stretched and finally enveloped it. They continued to kiss as he sat motionless for at least thirty seconds. I figured he thought he had worked so hard just getting the head of his cock in her he didn’t want to end it with his worst nightmare at this point: a premature ejaculation.

It was at this very moment; I had an episode of good ole reality, like getting hit by a bus. It finally hit me that I was looking at another mans cock in my wife’s vagina, without a condom, and I had basically orchestrated the entire thing. My better judgment had gone bye-bye the second she put her hand on his cock though. Still, there was an entire mixture of emotions from slight jealousy, to extreme eroticism, to impatience wanting to see more. After thirty seconds or so of them kissing and him lying completely still with only the head of his cock inside her, he pulled her ass with much more force than before and thrust his hips simultaneously. As he did, my wife let out a quick and slightly stressed exhale of, “AAHHH…” He thrust several more times and after the third or fourth thrust, he was inside her as far as he could get at this angle, and once again he lay motionless only kissing her and rubbing his hand over her ass. Even with this bad angle and the fact that my wife wasn’t making this easy, he was inside her all but about an inch. The tube or shaft running along the underside of his cock was as large as my thumb and looked like it was about to burst open. Every vein on his cock was also standing out very prominently. My view couldn’t have been better from where I was sitting.

Once again, after he felt like he could thrust a few more times without losing control, he grabbed my wife’s ass, and began thrusting hard. This time he was squeezing her ass so tightly his fingernails were white and I immediately knew this time was very different. He went past the usual careful three or four thrusts and was really thrusting violently and pulling her ass into his thrusts. After about the tenth or fifteenth unbelievably forceful thrust, his entire body went bone crushingly rigid and the veins on the side of his neck looked as if they would explode. His hand was squeezing and pulling my wife’s ass cheek so forcefully, it looked as if her pussy would split around his cock. About two to three seconds into what looked like him having a seizure, remaining completely tense and motionless… BOOM, I saw his cock convulse in strong erythematic pulses.

Suddenly my wife softly uttered, “Oh shit.” His cock continued to rhythmically jolt and pulse. There was no doubt at this point she was being inseminated right in front of me. I knew she sensed that he was about to come when he went rigid, but it really didn’t fully set in until she felt his cock jolt and deliver the first powerful jet of semen into her pussy. The feeling of watching this, knowing that with every explosive pulse of his cock, a thick jet of his seed was shooting against my wife’s cervix. It was beyond imagination. It was truly, and in every way, the most incredible, erotic, nasty, taboo, sexual thing imaginable. No other experience I have ever had even came close. It was ten times more sexually breathtaking than the first time I had ever had sex.

After a few seconds of holding his breath, he let out a very deep, “AAHHHH… YEAAAH… AAHHH FUCK YEAAHH…” as he jerked his body. He was kind of half thrusting, and by this time my wife was ever so slowly moving her hips into his thrusts. It was as if he was trying to deliver every drop of his sperm as deep as he possibly could. When he was perhaps half way through inseminating her, I began to notice a slight amount of semen forming around the base of his cock and around my wife’s pussy. He stayed in this tense rigid form for at least two minutes. The shaft on his cock, even after two minutes continued to slightly jolt sporadically every five to ten seconds. It was hard to say how much semen he had just deposited in my wife, especially after an entire night of sexual teasing from his failed date.

Approaching perhaps the third or fourth minute after he exploded inside her, my wife said, “Ok, Ok, OK… Surely you’re done; you just put a hundred and fifty million sperm inside me. I don’t think those few extra you’re trying to give me will make a difference.”

He embarrassingly chuckled replying, “Sorry, sorry… Oh my God… I swear I can honestly say that the few other times I’ve had sex in my life don’t even count now.”

She giggled slightly looking at me and jokingly said, “Oh… give him a hand job, don’t you feel sorry for him… Nice hand job here, Mike, wouldn’t you say?”

I laughed and replied, “Well maybe now we won’t have to hear his poor little me stories, about how he never gets laid. I’m a witness now, Jack, I just watched you fuck my wife… and without a condom no less.”

He just kept panting and blurting, “I can’t believe how hard it was shooting out of me; I have never came so hard and so much… ever. The feeling just lasted and lasted.”

Kathy quickly chuckled replying, “Yes, I know… It felt like a hot water bottle burst inside me.”

Pointing her finger right in his face she sternly told him again, “Not a word mister, not a word to anyone.” They lay there for about thirty more seconds with his cock still in her, as she again made sure he was crystal clear about not mentioning this to another soul, when she slowly rolled to her right and onto her back. As she rolled his cock slowly withdrew and the huge head of his cock popped out, as a thick ooze of semen instantly appeared and leaked down Kathy’s ass. She just lay there on her back with her legs slightly spread, putting her forearms over her eyes, and exhaled heavily, as if she was trying to come to grips with what had just happened. She then rather muffled said, “Can you please get me some toilet paper?”

I only half heard what she said and asked her to repeat it. She rose up on her elbows and reached down with her right hand to stick her two middle fingers slightly into her pussy and, with a sarcastic look, held her hand out and spread her fingers apart to show me his semen sticking between her fingers, and said “Um… Some toilet paper please.”

I walked into the bathroom and shortly after told her there wasn’t any and asked her to come into the bathroom to help me find it. When she got into the bathroom, I shut the door and she quickly went to sit on the toilet, but I grabbed her by the arm, and said “Wait, come here.”

I slid my pajama bottoms down and moved her over to the sink and she immediately said, “No way, not now.” I didn’t say a word. I just began to kiss her and push her back towards the sink counter as she continued to say, “Mike, not now, maybe later.” When I had her back against the sink, I lifted her ass up onto the sink, as she struggled somewhat to get off the counter, and then in a split second, I positioned my cock against her pussy and forcefully thrust. In one motion I flew into her soaked pussy all the way up to my nuts. I was so turned on by how slick, warm, and full of semen she still was.

Within ten to fifteen thrusts I looked down to see my cock covered with semen and it was sticking in streams from my pubic hair to her pussy. I didn’t last but maybe a minute, when I ejaculated harder and longer than I had in my entire life. After I was completely finished she grinned and whispered, “I think someone might have enjoyed me fucking Jack as much as he did.”

I took a deep breath trying to catch my breath, and replied, “Actually, I didn’t realize at first how much I would, but yes, it was a mind blowing experience, beyond words.” She just giggled, slid off the counter, grabbed a towel, and held it to her crotch.

She said, “Go back out. I will be there in a few minutes.” I kissed her and walked out as she shut the door.

Jack was lying on the bed still up on one elbow and said, “Oh my GOD Mike, you are the luckiest man on the face of this earth.”

I just laughed and replied, “Oh, buddy, you have no idea.”

Jack ended up staying the rest of the night, which by this time was almost 4:00 AM, and begged to sleep in the same bed with us. Eventually Kathy gave in, but insisted that he not try all night to get more, telling him he was lucky to have gotten what he had, and she needed to get some sleep. As you probably well know, one thing led to another, and once again my hormones got the best of me on two occasions. I turned the lights back on and watched him fuck her in an incredibly forceful missionary position, where he managed to last about a minute the first time, and maybe five minutes the second time before blowing his load inside her.

I must say that watching him nail her in a natural position, thrusting the entire length of his cock inside her pussy and slamming against her body, was even more erotic than watching him struggle in an awkward position like the first time they fucked. Unless you have been in exactly the same scenario, you have no idea how erotic it is to see another mans nuts pressed against your wife’s ass as he tenses up and shoots jets of seed deep inside her vagina, watching her hands on his ass as you notice her wedding rings, seeing her completely spread eagle, allowing him to flood her pussy with millions of sperm.

Before ending this recounting of the most sexually erotic moment of my life, I figured I should explain how it actually ended. Several times after that night I tried to get her to fuck him again, but she said no, telling me she thought I was enjoying watching him fuck her more than I enjoyed fucking her.

The last little piece of this experience I was able to enjoy, before it all ended, was when I came home from work early one evening, about a week after this had taken place, and walked into the bedroom to find Kathy under the bedspread with her hair messed up looking out of breath. I kind of became slightly paranoid with my imagination instantly running away, thinking, “Damn maybe she just fucked him, and he ran out when he heard me pull into the driveway.” Either way, I figured I would let this little erotic fantasy spinning away in my mind go wild.

I quickly began tearing off my pants and shirt and, as she noticed what I was doing, she quickly sprang up in the bed clutching the bedspread tightly to her, saying, “Mike I know what you want, but I can’t right now. I’m just getting up from a nap, and have to run some errands.”

I finally got my pants and underwear off and grabbed the covers from her and said, “No problem let’s just have a quickie.”

As I began kissing her, she had her legs tightly crossed, and when I tried to put my hand between her legs, she forcefully grabbed it and said, “Not now, Mike.”

At this point my paranoia was killing me, so I overpowered her hand and slid mine between her crossed legs. Instantly my fingers slid into her pussy because her crotch and inner thighs were absolutely soaked and slick. As I continued kissing her, I rose up and forcefully spread her legs apart and then leaned down and slid the head of my cock between her slippery pussy lips. She laid on her back with both hands over her face as I pushed effortlessly all the way inside her. The smell of semen was overpowering coming from under the bedspread. As I began slamming inside her, I said, “It’s ok, I wanted you to fuck him.”

She instantly replied with a very worried tone, “He just wouldn’t stop asking, over and over and over.”

I looked at her and said, “I would be twice as turned on if only you had said you fucked him, I wouldn’t even care if you told me you’re fucking him without my knowing.” I continued to stare at her, and she began looking away and biting her lip.”

I grinned as she glanced back with a worried look saying, “My God, Mike, I would have never dreamed in a million years you would have had a fantasy like this.”

I just kept grinning and staring at her, and then mischievously asked, “Anything else you want to tell me?”

She took a deep breath, squinted her eyes with a smile, and said, “We might have fucked more than once.”

I chuckled and replied, “More than once?”

She remained quiet, still grinning as if to gauge my reaction, and said almost in a whisper, “Ok more than once, and let’s please leave it at that.”

My cock was about to explode as I began hammering her more forcefully than I ever had since I met her, As I continued to slam inside her, I kept asking, “How many times? Come on, how many times did he fuck you?”

She was moaning loudly after multiple times of my asking and pounding against her body, she said in a strained and labored voice, “Every day.” I was erotically out of my mind with ecstasy when she said it, when out of the blue she quickly got a furious, almost possessed look on her face as she grabbed my ass and spread her legs twice as wide. Things began coming out of her mouth unlike anything I had ever heard. I didn’t even think she was capable of saying some of these things.

As I pounded her inhumanly she began saying, “You like hearing that? You like knowing I enjoy his cock being inside me… You know he gave me his semen three times today… You like knowing I’m constantly carrying his sperm inside me… You like knowing he fucks me like a whore when you’re not here… You like knowing how much I love it when he inseminates me… You like knowing I stopped taking my birth control… You like knowing how much more he fills me…You like knowing that two of his friends came over with him a few days ago… and they all took turns coming in me. You like knowing one of them was black and he was so large it felt like he was coming in my stomach?”

Everything she was saying sent me into a moment of pure sexual insanity. I grabbed her hair, pulled with one hand, and thrust so hard I picked her up off the bed with the other as I began shooting every drop of semen I had in my body into her womb. I continued coming and holding her ass off the bed as I pulled her hair. She screamed at first but then began moving her ass in my hand moaning slightly. We stayed like this for a minute or two until I just couldn’t give her anything else, and I collapsed on top of her.

We must have lain there for five minutes saying nothing at all before she finally said, “Just know, Mike, I’m done with this… Did you have all of your fantasy you could handle? Is that fucking enough for you? You need to tell Jack, and I mean tonight, that this is the end of your little fantasy. No more fucking when you’re not here, no more fucking when you are here. It’s done.”

She was reserved but quite furious at the moment. Thirty minutes or so later she confessed that everything she said as I fucked her wasn’t true, but did admit she had fucked Jack before I got home, insisting that it was only because I kept begging her to, and she felt she had to find a way to pay me back and/or make me get a grip. I was truly losing it and becoming addicted to watching her fuck. Let’s just say she’s pretty smart and I got the point. I called Jack later in the evening, and told him, “No more,” and he agreed. After he returned to school from fall break, we only saw him a couple of times in passing and only at a distance with maybe a short wave.

The experience may have ended, but the fantasy is still very much alive in my mind. I have to say it improved mine and my wife’s sex lives more than anyone could ever imagine.

Working For His Promotion Pt. 01,02

Working For His Promotion Pt. 01
byThe Big Bopper©

Chapter 1

Adam Hamilton was the new up-and-coming hotshot Marketing Manager for a multi-national corporation based in a mid-western city of only 80,000 population, employing 10% of the town’s workforce. He had been head-hunted just three months ago to take on a position that many in the company thought he was too young and inexperienced to handle.

Only 28 years old, Adam was an only child brought up in a small rural community. He had moved to one of the major cities in order to further his education, going to one of the country’s leading universities. That was where he met his stunningly attractive wife, Joanne. Two years younger at 26, she was a striking redhead whose silky and shiny locks flowed down over her shoulders when let loose. However, most of the time, she wore her hair up, using a variety of methods such as a bun and sometimes a ponytail.

Not just a beautiful face, Joanne was equally proud of her pert and shapely breasts that stood up firm and proud at around 38″. The top side of each breast resembled the slope of a ski jump ending in nipples that stood out nearly an inch when she was fully aroused. Fortunately for Adam, that was very often, they were a highly sexual couple and with no children as yet, they were able to devote full attention to each other … and they did, most nights.

Joanne was so proud of Adam’s career achievements, having worked his way into this $100,000 a year job at such a young age. She had told him regularly that she would support him in anything that he wanted to do work-wise. She was working too, but only part-time, from 10 to 3 four days a week as a bank teller. She enjoyed the work and it kept her reasonably busy, but still allowed her time to shop and get home in time to be ready to greet Adam when he came in from work every night.

Some of the other executive wives had formed a welcome wagon for Adam and Joanne when they moved into town just ten weeks ago. So there were at least some familiar faces when Adam and Joanne attended their first company social gathering at the home of the founder of the business, Robert Johnson.

Johnson was quite a big man, stood 6’2″ and weighed around 95 kilos, but not a lot of fat. He obviously took care of himself, working out in a gym several days a week. He had just recently enjoyed his 45th birthday. The occasion for tonight’s party was his 20th wedding anniversary. He wore his dark hair slicked back and most women would consider him to be a handsome man, but he knew it. There was a confident arrogance about him as he chatted to the ladies at the party.

Joanne had met Robert Johnson for the first time here tonight. She had always been somewhat shy about meeting new people so she had confined her greeting to an offered hand, preferring not to indulge in kissy-kissy with her husband’s boss. But she had observed that nearly every other executive wife had allowed him to kiss her hello and Joanne saw that his hand fondled each woman while they were in close for a kiss. Nothing too serious, just a hand roaming over an arse or cupping the side of a breast.

Joanne and Adam were yet to make new friends in this small town, so their outings away from their home had been only to try the various restaurants that lined the main street, offering quite an interesting and varied assortment of cuisines for such a small town. Tonight’s party was their first such night out in the ten weeks they had been in town, in that they were actually interacting with other couples.

Adam was a bit nervous, wary about what he said and how he presented himself, since he was quite aware of the criticism that had been levelled at him by some within the company. He held on to his first drink for nearly an hour, being afraid to loosen up for fear he might speak out of turn to someone important in the company structure.

On the other hand, Joanne was relishing being out socially and mixing with other people and she put away glass after glass of wine without caution or fear. By 10pm, she was feeling very tipsy and realised suddenly that she needed fresh air on her face and quickly, so she politely begged out of a group that she had been vaguely conversing with, and headed for the open back doors. They opened out onto a magnificent patio with views over a bay that was bathed in moonlight.

Five or six people were in a group conversing on the patio. Joanne needed to clear her head quickly, not congest it getting into further conversations with strangers uttering meaningless chatter. She saw that at one side of the patio, four steps led down to the garden and she made her way to the steps.

The night air revealed to her just how affected she had become from the alcohol, so she was careful in negotiating the steps. Now on level ground and walking on grass, she slipped quietly off into the shadows, away from the lit areas nearer to the house. In the moonlight, she could make out a rotunda complete with what appeared to be a swing seat and she headed for it.

Once there, Joanne sat down carefully in the swing seat, kicking with her feet to start the seat swinging. She turned to look back at the house over her left shoulder and saw that small trees and bushes had nearly obscured the house. She could just make out the lights in the house some 30 metres away. Joanne turned back to look toward the bay and the beautiful moonlight shining across the water, breathing in deeply in an attempt to sober up. She didn’t want to embarrass her husband at his first work social gathering.

A male voice coming from just outside the rotunda startled her and her feet touched the floor, stopping the seat from swinging. “I never tire of sitting here in the dark to admire the beauty of this location, but I see that tonight someone has beaten me to it.”

The man stepped into the rotunda and made to sit down beside Joanne on the swing seat, causing her to slide up toward one end. “I’m sorry,” she told him. “I didn’t mean to intrude, I just needed some fresh air and I found myself drawn to this wonderful spot.”

As his face came closer in the dim light, she realised that it was the host for the evening … the debonair 45 year old Robert Johnson. Joanne had met him very briefly at the front door when she and Adam had arrived. She had not noticed him again until this moment, but unknown at this time to Joanne, Robert had barely taken his eyes off her all evening. He had watched her from across the room, taken by her natural beauty. When he observed her heading outside, he seized the moment to follow her to engage her in one-on-one conversation.

“My dear, such a beautiful woman as yourself could never be intruding. Please stay and take full advantage of the seat and the night and the moon and the wonderful view.”

“I love this swing seat!” she told him, her feet pushing on the floor to start it swinging again.

“Actually, my dear, it is a love seat, made to fit just two people.”

“Well, two is what we’ve got right now.” As soon as the words had left her lips, Joanne wondered just what had possessed her to say that, then realised that she was past tipsy. She was really well on the way to being drunk … and drunks often speak before they think. ‘God, I’m going to hate myself in the morning,’ she thought.

“Quite right, two of us in a love seat,” Robert said as his arm slid around Joanne’s bare shoulders, his hand grasping her on the upper arm and she felt a gentle pressure as he pulled her body toward his. Somehow, her head just flopped onto his left shoulder before any reality set in.

Joanne felt his warm mouth on the top of her head, pressing lightly, placing soft kisses on her red hair, which she had worn down tonight, flowing to her bare shoulders.

“You are a beautiful woman, Joanne, but I am sure that you are well aware of your beauty and what it does to older men like me.”

A small alarm bell went off in Joanne’s head. What was happening, how did this suddenly become a man and a woman embracing on a love seat, out of sight of any of the other party guests and out of contact with her loving husband? She tried to rise, but he had made the seat now swing quite quickly and her head spun. She had to close her eyes, fearful she might throw up.

Robert’s mouth and the lips that had been pressing soft kisses on Joanne’s head now moved across her forehead. He kissed her closed eyes and she was surprised to feel his hot breath and his warm lips now kissing her cheek. Then his lips lightly touched hers and she realised that it was high time to protest. The situation was getting out of hand.

“Please, don’t!”

“You are the most beautiful woman this town has ever seen. I can’t believe that Adam has been hiding you away since he joined us.”

The mention of her husband’s name instilled a sudden sense of reality to Joanne and she again tried to rise from the swinging love seat.

“I must go back to the house, I don’t feel very well.”

“My dear Joanne, you’ve obviously just had a bit too much wine. I suggest you just relax here for a moment or two and you’ll gradually recover.”

“I’ll only stay if you don’t try to kiss me. I don’t like that.”

“I’m sure you really do like kissing. Joanne, you appear to me to be a very sexy, seductive woman. I would bet that kissing is a very big part of your life, isn’t it?”

“Ummmm!” was all she could manage before she felt his lips touching hers, which were sensuously pressed together, but not clamped tightly shut. Then his tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick across her lips.

She opened her mouth to protest. “No, don’t!” She lifted one hand and placed it at his chest, trying to push him away. She didn’t apply a lot of pressure and the gesture was futile.

But the “No, don’t!” was all that she could say before his tongue pressed in between her parted lips and slipped across her teeth to make bold contact with her tongue. She whimpered quite loudly from behind the kiss, but didn’t withdraw her tongue. His tongue painted the surface of her tongue, across the tip, along the top, even swirling around to the underside. Joanne whimpered again and the hand that had pushed at his chest voluntarily lifted and draped across the back of his neck, holding his head to hers while his lips and tongue assaulted the inside of her mouth.

His tongue was unrelenting, never giving her a chance to protest further. ‘Why do I like this, why am I participating, this is madness,’ she thought, but she didn’t make any effort to stop him, the hand draped around his neck actually encouraging him. ‘I should never have allowed myself to get into such a compromising position, but it all happened so quickly. I can’t stop him now, he’s Adam’s boss and I don’t want to offend him. Who knows what that could do to Adam’s career?’

Through her alcoholic haze, she felt a hand on her breast, moulding and massaging it, arousing the nipple that was at least for the moment, still covered by her dress. She heard herself whimper again as their tongues wrestled inside her mouth. ‘I wish I could just stop participating, I am making it worse, I am encouraging him. He must think I am such a slut.’

The hand on her breast was gone, but her mind was now clear enough to realise that it would reappear some place else, to touch another part of her soon, possibly somewhere more intimate, a more exposed part. She clamped her thighs together in anticipation of where his hand would land, only to feel his hand on the outside of her leg, pushing her tight dress upward, exposing her upper left leg. Joanne tried to push her bottom down harder onto the still gently swinging seat, attempting to stop him from lifting her dress.

The bottom hem was now at an angle, still modestly covering her right thigh to just above her knee, the one closest to his body, but angling up so that it barely covered her hip on her left side. She felt his hand rummaging under the front of her dress, tugging it upward. “Please don’t rip it,” she pleaded, managing to tear her mouth away from his, dropping the hand that was holding his head to hers.

“If I do, I’ll buy you two to replace it.”

“Why are you doing this to me, It’s not right.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“But I am not available to you, I have a husband who loves me.”

“Adam will have to learn to share you. One man alone cannot keep such a gorgeous woman to himself.”

His hand had managed to forage underneath the front of her dress, pulling at it enough to create an area for his fingers to work in. She felt them touching the soft sensitive skin of her upper thigh, just before the point where her thighs met at her mound.

Joanne jumped with shock at the first touch of his fingers on her pantie-covered mound. “No, don’t … please,” she begged.

His fingers touched the damp crotch of her panties. “You are so wet, don’t tell me you don’t want this.”

“I don’t … I really don’t!” But her body was already betraying Joanne, her juices now soaking her panties as his fingers pulled the flimsy material aside.

She gasped aloud as she felt two fingers touch her skin under the crotch of her panties, tracing up the now very wet slit formed by her outer labia lips, then back down again. Despite her verbal protest, she let out a moan and the leg muscles unclamped, her thighs parting slightly in the tight confines of her sleek black party dress.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Robert took advantage of the improved access that her unwitting move afforded him and his fingers came back to the top of her now opening slit and they teased out the little bud of her clitoris, causing her to cry out. “Unnnnhhhh!”

His lips claimed her moist lips again and he didn’t have to force her lips to part this time. Her tongue greeted his wetly and warmly, locking together in sweet combat while his fingers swirled around her rapidly stiffening clit. He stroked and stroked it and they could both hear her breathing labouring above the party sounds in the distance. Each breath was longer and she combined it with whimpers that would have been full blooded moans had her lips not been covered by his.

‘This is madness,’ she thought through the hazy effect of the wine she had consumed this night. ‘I’m going to come any minute, not by my husband’s fingers, but in the arms of a man that I’ve only just met. This has never happened to me before, and should not be happening. But I can’t stop it now, I could ruin Adam’s career.’

Having justified her predicament to herself, Joanne relaxed against his body, seeking and accepting the sexual release she knew this man could and would give her any minute now. As a signal to him of her acceptance of his actions, she slipped her arm up around his back again and her fingers stroked through his hair, forcing his head to push his lips tighter to hers.

The throbbing began so deeply inside her body, somewhere behind her cunt and gradually it rose to the surface as the pulsing in her body erupted under his expert fingers. Her lower body began jerking spasmodically, trying to draw every ounce of ultimate pleasure from his probing fingers. He withdrew his mouth and that allowed her to cry out her release in the still night air, barely disturbed here by the party sounds coming from the house.

“Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh!” She tried to still her body’s movements, now embarrassed by coming so rapidly and easily at the hands of a stranger, but she couldn’t stop the spasms emanating from within her cunt. She opened her eyes, looking up to see his eyes watching her carnal enjoyment with lust.

As the pulsing eased, she said to him “What?” as he continued to stare into her eyes.

“Not only are you a very beautiful woman, but obviously a highly sexual one. We will have some lovely times together.”

“No we won’t!” She was instantly defiant. “This will never happen again. I just had too much wine. You caught me in a very weak moment.”

“The next time will be better. We will be in bed … yours or mine, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, I told you. It won’t ever happen again,” she continued to protest.

He was ignoring her protests. “Would you like Adam to watch our first time together? I could arrange it, you know. That would be very sensual. A man giving his beautiful wife to his boss to further his career.”

The man’s words frightened Joanne, they seemed threatening. “What are you? No, I don’t want him there watching.” She was flustered and hadn’t chosen her words carefully.

“Okay, so you would rather it be just the two of us – in bed together.”

“No, I didn’t mean that. It won’t happen, I don’t want it to.”

“Your body told me something else, Joanne. I’ll call you!”

“No … no … don’t! I won’t answer!”

“You better, Joanne. I’m used to getting what I want … and I want you! And very soon!”

From not far away, a female voice spoke, startling the couple in the rotunda. “Robert, are you coming inside? We’re due to cut the cake now.”

Joanne felt his fingers withdraw from her clitoris and the swinging stopped as Robert planted his feet firmly on the ground. Joanne’s hand dropped from behind Robert’s head and moved to straighten her dress down at the side and front, expecting that the woman was about to enter the rotunda.

“Shit, is that your wife?” whispered Joanne, flushing in embarrassment.

“Just coming in now, darling,” shouted Robert to the woman standing not far from them. Then, turning back to Joanne, he whispered, “It’s okay, she won’t come any closer. She has learnt to be discreet in our twenty years together.”

“So this has happened to you before?”

“She knows how much I love beautiful women. She probably knows me better than I know myself. She probably knew when she met you at the front door tonight that I would be out hunting you, looking for a chance to be alone with you.”

“Is that what you did … hunted me?’ Joanne was bristling with anger now, realising that he had pursued her and then seduced her. ‘I suppose I should be relieved he didn’t fuck me,’ she thought. ‘At least, I got to come, he didn’t.’ She smiled in self-satisfaction, about the only contentment she could draw from this incident, other than getting some sexual relief, a glow that was now diminishing rapidly after being caught by Robert’s wife.

Robert had stood, turned and bent down to give her an affectionate chaste kiss on her now tightly closed lips. “Thanks, it was great. You were great. Until our next time, my dear.”

Joanne was fuming. “I told you there is no next time…” Her voice faded out because he had wheeled around and was gone, leaving her to smooth her dress down, trying to check herself in the semi-darkness to make sure that her hair and lipstick were tidy.

By the time she found her way back inside the house, all of the guests had moved into the living room and Joanne was able to quietly make her way through to a bathroom without anyone seeing her. She was so glad that she did. Her lips were quite puffy from the enthusiastic kissing, so she bathed water on them. Then reapplied her lipstick. She did what she could with her hair, which certainly didn’t look as coiffured as when she had arrived at the party.

Looking natural and beautiful again, but bearing a huge amount of guilt, Joanne slipped quietly into the living room and rejoined her husband, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Adam half-turned to her, “Where have you been?”

“I’ve had a bit too much to drink. I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of all your new work colleagues so I went out back to get some fresh air.”

“That was thoughtful, darling. Thank you! Did it work?”

“Yes thanks, I’m feeling a bit clearer now.”

“Good!”

They both diverted their attention back to Robert and his wife, hugging each other after cutting their anniversary cake. Robert was rambling a bit with a speech that was now urging the wives of the executives to fully support their husbands’ jobs in whatever ways they can. Joanne wondered if the comments were directed at her and she wished she had heard the beginning of his speech.

‘Robert Johnson is obviously a powerful identity, both in this company and in this town. For Adam’s sake, I will do well not to antagonise him,’ she thought.

The party began to break up not long after the cake cutting speech. Adam suggested to his wife that they leave now … they sought out Robert and his wife, Jane to thank them for the invitation. The hosts had still been standing, arms around each other’s waists, seemingly a perfect couple, talking to other guests. Robert broke away to shake Adam’s hand … then while Adam said goodnight to Jane, Robert leaned in toward Joanne, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek and whispering in her ear, “I will call you, you better answer.”

She froze at his words, realising that her association with Robert Johnson may have only just begun. Still reeling from his comment, Joanne found Robert’s wife Jane reaching out with her hand to shake Joanne’s. “It was such a pleasure to meet you, Joanne. I hope you’ll come again.”

Joanne pondered the words, were they intentionally phrased that way, how much did Jane see, while standing and perhaps listening just outside the rotunda. How long had she been there? Was she well aware of her husband’s indiscretions? How many other company wives had he attempted to seduce in this way? Had he told them all that they were the most beautiful woman in this town?

Joanne managed to force a smile for Jane, saying, “Thank you for having us.”

“I am sure we will become good friends.”

Joanne was even more stunned by Jane’s parting words. What would they have in common? Jane was, like Robert, in her mid forties. The Johnson’s were obviously rolling in money, judging by the opulence of the home and its hillside setting overlooking the lake. Adam and Joanne were twenty years younger, just starting out. They had managed to rent a comfortable home while they saved enough money to buy a place of their own.

Adam and Joanne walked hand-in-hand to the car. When they got in for the drive home, Joanne didn’t put her seat belt on, but instead half turned in her seat toward her husband and laid her head on his shoulder for the half-hour drive home.

“What did Robert say to you at the door?”

The question surprised Joanne … she didn’t think that Adam had noticed and she struggled to find a good answer through her alcoholic haze. “Oh that … nothing.”

“What do you mean nothing. He appeared to whisper something in your ear. You were blushing.”

“Was I? No Adam, it’s not important. He was just flirting with me.”

“Flirting with you? My boss!”

As soon as she had said flirting, she knew that it was too much information to give her husband while she was affected by the wine. She attempted to distract him by moving her hand directly to his crotch, finding his cock through his trousers … it was lying soft and dormant.

“Joanne, why was he flirting with you?”

She stared out at the road ahead through the front windscreen, her hand still covering his clothed cock, her mind spinning, trying to determine how much she should tell him. They drove on in silence for a while.

“Adam, I have a confession to make.”

He turned to look at her. “Something tells me I might not like this.”

“It’s about your boss, Adam. I think he’s a bit of a lecher.”

“There are rumours around the office. Why, what happened with Robert?”

“Darling…” she said to him hesitantly.

“Yes!” he answered cautiously, feeling that he was not going to like what was coming. His fellow executives had already regaled him with stories of how the boss had hit on all of their wives. It seemed that most of the company men accepted it as a small price to pay for having such good jobs and being so well paid. Extraordinarily, Adam had got the impression that his fellow executives’ wives went along with it too. Adam had not yet told Joanne of the rumours he had heard.

Joanne continued, “…I told you how I had too much wine to drink. I really had become very tipsy and I was afraid that I would say something to someone that could embarrass me … and you, of course! I was also feeling like I might throw up. It was quite stuffy in the house.”

“Why didn’t you come and find me? I could have left, we could have gone home.”

“I looked around for you, but you were deep in conversation with some guys, it looked important.”

“We were probably just talking about football.”

“I didn’t know that. I just wanted some fresh air, so I slipped out onto the patio, but that was noisy too. So I took a stroll out in the garden and I found a beautiful little rotunda with a swing seat inside. I just sat down and gently pushed myself back and forth and looked out on the beautiful moonlit lake. The night air was wonderful and it at least cleared away the need to throw up.”

Joanne looked up at Adam to see how he was coping so far. He looked all right, but then she hadn’t got to the bad bits yet.

“I was enjoying the still night and the quiet, so far away from the noise of the party … just alone with my thoughts. But then Robert suddenly appeared there in the rotunda. He came and sat down alongside me on the swing seat and told me it was really a love seat. He put his arm around me and told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.”

She felt her husband’s body tense up with her revelation and she gripped his cock tighter through his trousers.

“He certainly has a way with words. Why didn’t you just get up and walk away?”

“That is what I would have done if I was sober. But I told you that I was quite affected and my head was spinning. Then when he started to rock the seat, I had to close my eyes … I thought I was going to throw up. Anyway, suddenly he just started kissing me…”

“And you let him?”

“Adam, he just snuck up on me. The kisses were just on the top of my head at first, in my hair. It all seemed a bit harmless. But then somehow his mouth was suddenly on mine and there was his tongue…” Her voice trailed off for a moment as tears began rolling down her cheeks. He turned his head and saw them.

“I tried to protest, Adam. I truly did. I kept telling him ‘don’t do that’, but he wouldn’t stop. He just kept kissing me and he had his tongue in my mouth.”

“So you opened your mouth to kiss him?”

“He forced it open with his tongue.”

“What was your tongue doing when he forced his tongue in your mouth?”

“It wasn’t like that, darling. You make it sound like I was enjoying it … like I was participating.”

“What was your tongue doing while he was sticking his tongue inside your mouth.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she confessed, “My tongue was doing it back to him, playing with his tongue and our lips were all mashed together. Adam, I am so sorry. Nothing like this has ever happened before. I was just so scared of offending your boss. I was worried about what it might do to your career here.”

“So how far did this kissing go?”

This was not going well for Joanne. How could she have thought that it would? She should never have started, she had painted herself into a corner.

“That’s all, Adam. We just kissed for awhile,” she lied.

“There must have been more. We’re talking about a serial seducer, all of my colleagues at work had warned me to keep you away from him. Apparently, all of their wives have been pursued by him at one time or another.”

“It was quite passionate kissing.”

“And you sound like you were enjoying it … playing tongues with him?”

“I didn’t say that I enjoyed it!”

“But you hadn’t stopped him?”

“I told you I tried to. I just didn’t want to put your boss offside.”

While they had been talking, Joanne hadn’t noticed – until now – that the cock that her hand was loosely draped over, had grown enormously and was now a bona fide erection, tenting Adam’s pants up.

Suddenly aware of his strong physical reaction to her embarrassing revelation, Joanne seized the opportunity to divert attention away from her. “What’s this?” she said, grasping the tented trousers firmly, tugging on his shaft. “Why have you got a hard-on when I’m telling you about being kissed by your boss?”

“No, it’s not because of what you’re saying. You’ve had your hand on me since we left their house. My cock is just responding to your hand.”

“Rubbish! My hand was there for a long while. You only got big when I started telling you about me being kissed by Robert Johnson. You are weird, why would that turn you on?”

Adam was in denial. “I’m not turned on by that. I’m disappointed in you. You’re twisting it all around.”

“You’re not disappointed. How dare you! You’re making me feel so bad that I let Robert kiss me, and all the time it’s turning you on. You are so big from what I’ve just told you.”

“No!” he said meekly and looked at her, he was embarrassed.

Her hands went to the fly of his trousers and she unzipped them, reaching in to lower his underpants and then carefully pulling out his erect cock, standing up proudly. Her head dipped over him and he felt her wet lips cover the head and she sucked vigorously, her fingers caressing the underside of his shaft.

“Ohhh, I might have to pull over if you’re going to do that.”

She paused to speak. “Keep driving!”

Her mouth formed a perfect oval and she began to slide it halfway down his shaft, each stroke bringing her lips back to the ridge so that just the knob of his cock remained inside her mouth, then the tongue would swipe across the slitted opening, teasing him.

She heard the sound of the car slowing and realised he was stopping … but she didn’t stop. She just kept sucking her way up and down his impressive shaft. His breathing told her he was getting close to a release. Abruptly, she stopped her sucking of his cock, pulling her head away before his hands could react to hold her there.

“Don’t stop!” he called out. He humped his cock up but there was nothing but air above him.

Joanne had slipped back to the far side of the car and was leaning back against the door. Her knees lifted and her hands slipped down to grasp the hem of her sleek black dress and she tugged the sides up her legs until the hem had passed her hips.

“Please Joanne, finish me. Don’t leave me like this.”

“Do you want to hear more?” she asked, her voice now low and sultry, the tears drying. His erection seemingly in reaction to her confession had changed the situation … she had taken control. With her dress pushed up around her hips, her bare legs were free and she spread them wide. Adam had stopped the car under a street lamp and the light shone through the front windscreen onto her spread thighs. Adam could see her soaked panties barely concealing her mound.

Now Adam had a tear in his eye. “You said there wasn’t any more?”

“Well there is, Adam. He did do more to me. I shouldn’t have let him, but I did because I was worried that you might lose your job. So I just let him touch me. Do you want to hear about him touching me, Adam?”

He just stared at his beautiful wife … Adam had never seen Joanne like this before. So raw, so seductive, so alluring! What had changed her?

“The size of your cock tells me that you want to hear more, Adam.” She had kicked her shoes off when she got into the car and now one bare foot reached out and rubbed the underside of his cock. Her hands were gently running up and down the insides of her thighs, heading for her spread crotch, then turning back just before reaching it. “Do you want to hear where he put his hand, Adam?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” Her husband stared at her mound as her foot stroked his cock. One of her hands now continued on to her panties and pulled the gusset aside, exposing her cunt lips, already wet and open … spread wide, exposing the pink insides. Her fingers did a couple of passes along her exposed slit.

“His hand touched my breast while we were still kissing, Adam. He massaged it in his hand. Not actually touching the skin, I still had my dress on.” Her other hand went up to cover one breast the way Robert had done earlier and she demonstrated how it moved around and around her breast. Her eyes had closed.

“He did that for a little while, but then his hand was gone. He wasn’t touching me anywhere, but he was still kissing me with his lips and his tongue and I knew where his hand would go next. You know too, don’t you Adam?”

Her eyes were open again, watching him. He just nodded his head to her that he knew. “Do you want to tell me where you think his hand went? Tell me, Adam.”

“Your cunt, he wanted to touch your cunt.” He said it softly.

“You’re right! I knew you’d know … you’re so smart, Adam. That’s from being a man, isn’t it? All men know where any other man is going to want to touch a woman – their woman … particularly a man like Robert. But my dress was so tight and despite what you may be thinking now, I really didn’t want this to happen. You have to believe me, I promise you … I was torn between my love for you and honouring our marriage vows on the one hand … and not wanting to piss off your boss on the other hand.”

Joanne brought her thighs back together and pushed her dress back down so it just barely covered her cunt. She moved over close to her husband again, leaning over the auto change stick and the handbrake, taking his cock in one hand while lifting his other hand and placing it midway along one of her thighs.

She moved her mouth up close to his head and whispered in his ear. “I’ll tell you what he did to me, and you can do it to me again. Okay?”

Adam turned his head to look into her eyes. He nodded silently, caught up in this sensual game she was playing with him. She guided the fingers of the hand she was holding against her thigh and pushed them under her tight dress, guiding his wrist while his fingers touched her mound, the panties again covering her treasure.

“Pull them aside, Adam. You have to do it yourself. Pull them aside, just like Robert did to me out in the rotunda.” Her face still pressed up against the side of his head, she gasped in his ear as she felt his fingers pulling the gusset of her panties to one side and then stroking her moist cunt.

“Find my clit, honey. That’s what Robert did, he went straight for my clit. You do it too, Adam, just like he did. You need to know what he did to me … you need to feel me the way he felt me.”

Her hand renewed its grasp on his stiff cock, standing straight up from out of his trousers. He gasped as he felt her hand sliding up and down the underside.

“This bit is only for you, Adam. I never touched Robert, I swear. He pleasured me, but I did nothing for him. Please believe me! I saved this part just for you.” She was stroking her hand up and down his shaft.

For a moment, he got so carried away with her hand on his shaft that he forgot about what his fingers should be doing.

“Don’t forget my clit, honey. He was touching me there. Damn, I must be distracting you by touching your cock … Robert didn’t have that distraction. All of his attention was on me … on my clit.”

“Aaaahhhh!” she sighed as she felt his fingers swirl around her clitoris, just as Robert’s had only an hour ago.

“Not much room to work in with my dress so tight, is there?”

Adam nodded, his eyes closed, enjoying the touch of her soft feminine hand up and down the underside of his rampant organ.

“That’s about the same amount of access that Robert had. He could just barely get his fingers at me. Still it was very good, Adam … nearly as good as it feels with you doing it. I really didn’t want him to do it … you know that, don’t you?”

“Y-e-s!” His answer was a breathy drawn out gasping yes. Adam would have agreed with anything at this moment. He was thrusting his cock up into her palm, trying to quicken her strokes on him as he felt his arousal reaching the crest.

His fingers on her clitoris had now developed a rhythm, aided by strong and suggestive thrusting of her pelvis. Joanne knew this wouldn’t take long, she already felt the throbbing beginning again deep inside her body, just as it had an hour ago at the hands of Robert in the rotunda. Sensing her release was closing in, Joanne intensified her strokes on her husband’s cock, wanting to bring him off with her.

“You do it better than he can, honey…” Her voice rose with the sensations she was feeling and trailed off as the throbbing reached fever pitch and broke the surface right at her clitoris, her body exploding under his relentless fingers that swirled and swirled around her bud.

Her pelvis bucked and pitched, her thighs clamping together to grip his hand and lock it against her cunt.

“Now … now!” he screamed and a blast of cum spurted from his spasming cock, nearly reaching his chin and splattering back over his clothes. Joanne ducked her head down and wrapped her lips around his pulsing knob just in time for his second spurt. She allowed his milky fluid to launch into the back of her throat, then swallowed it down as a third blast slid over her tongue.

“You are too much!” he told his wife as she sucked up the last of his jism from his now deflating cock.

Joanne pulled her head up and kissed him full on the lips. Adam could taste the remnants of his cum on her lips and in her mouth.

“You can take your hand out from under my dress now.”

He dutifully withdrew his hand, the gusset of her panties snapping back to cover her mound. She eased herself back onto her haunches. “And that’s all he did to me.”

“But you didn’t touch him the way you just touched me?”

“No, I told you darling … that was your bonus. I added that bit for you because you had such an erection. I don’t even know if he had one, I never got to touch him.”

“I’ll bet he did. Kissing you like that, with all that tongue action, then touching your cunt. Boy, he’d have been standing straight up, just like mine was.”

“Yes, now let’s talk about that. Can you explain to me why you got so horny hearing about your boss touching me. You should have been so pissed off … but instead, you were turned on. I don’t know if I like that reaction.”

“Joanne, I can’t explain it. You’re quite right, I should be pissed off, because I am upset … and I’m annoyed at you for letting him get away with kissing you and fingering you. But for some strange reason … when you were telling me about Robert doing all that stuff to you, I just got so turned on. It’s like it wasn’t the woman I love that you were telling me about … it’s like it was someone as beautiful as you … but it wasn’t my wife – she wouldn’t do those things with another man.”

“Darling, don’t look now, but I think we’ve attracted some attention in this neighbourhood. We were probably both a bit noisy. I can see a couple of guys that have come out of houses across the road. Can we get out of here … quickly?”

Adam quickly started the car, put it in gear and they drove on.

Once safely back at home, they went straight to their bedroom. Adam changed into his pyjamas bottoms while Joanne went into the en suite bathroom to remove her make up.

“Honey, there is one worrying thing about your boss that I haven’t told you. He told me he wants me, but next time in a bed … he said it doesn’t matter whether its his or our bed. I told him I wasn’t interested and certainly I wasn’t available, but he was very persistent. I told him I wouldn’t answer the phone if he called. Remember, you asked me what he was saying when he whispered to me as we were leaving?”

“Oh yes, that’s right. What was that?”

“He said he was going to call me, and that I had better answer the phone.”

“Don’t worry Joanne, I’ll have a talk to him on Monday.”

“Oh no … what will you say?”

“I don’t know, but he’ll have to understand that you are mine … that I don’t share my wife … even if he is my boss and he pays me a lot of money.”

She came to him and kissed him. “Thank you Adam … you know that I don’t want him … he’s not my type. Honey, you’re the only type I want.”

“I’m sure you don’t want him, Joanne.”

They hugged and she felt that he was big again, his erection – just as hard as before – squashed between their tummies. “What’s this? You only came twenty minutes ago … and you’re up already.”

Adam pushed her back onto their bed. She fell onto her back and he moved to cover her with his body. “Oh God, Joanne … I want you now!” he said as his hand went straight to the hem of her nightdress, pulling it up to her waist. His legs pushed between her knees.

“What has come over you? I’ve seen you pretty horny before … but never this much!”

“I’ve got to have you now, I can’t wait,” he said as she felt his hard cock at her cunt lips. She was still very wet from the earlier activity … it was just as well. As he nudged his cock head into her moist slit, it found its own way to her opening and she lifted her legs to wrap them over the back of his thighs. She was just in time because, without even a pause, he thrust his pelvis hard at her, shoving his cock deep into her cunt in one long single movement.

She cried out, “Nooo … honey, I’m not ready!”

But Adam was not to be denied. He pushed again and his hard cock speared all the way deep into her.

“Adam please … just wait! Give me a minute please!” She was wet enough to take the bulk of his cock but the two sudden thrusts found her passage still tight and she had felt a twinge of pain. “Why so quick, honey? Can you just wait for me to be ready … you’re too tight in there?”

“I’m sorry, darling. I can’t explain it, I’ve just got to have you … now!” He withdrew right back until just his cock head remained lodged in her cunt and then he drove it hard all the way back in. Joanne gasped at the ferocity of his hard thrusts. Not even pausing for her to draw breath, he pulled it back again, then began thrusting hard with little thought for her comfort. He was driven by an intense desire for the powerful physical sensations he knew he would get as he thrust his cock deep inside his wife and drove it into her over and over until he could come again.

His pounding into her cunt was relentless and she gave up protesting. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, Joanne just hung on, attempting to adjust her body to receive his jolting thrusts with as little discomfort as possible. Despite having climaxed from her blow job in the car, he didn’t take long. His hard thrusts into her tight cunt were made to achieve extreme pleasure for him, and quickly. He got just that, blasting out a release that deposited streams of his cum into her passive body. It did very little for Joanne.

She wasn’t happy with her husband’s treatment of her, but she didn’t complain. She assumed that it might have been his form of revenge, paying her back for her infidelity with his boss. Since she still felt enormous guilt and remorse for allowing Robert to touch her so intimately, she had simply lain beneath Adam and accepted his cock pounding into her body.

When his pulsing cock had delivered the bulk of his milky deposit into his wife’s cunt, he pushed himself up and withdrew his still dripping tool. Adam dropped to the bed alongside her and was quickly asleep. It took Joanne at least an hour laying there in the dark, alongside her husband before she could relax sufficiently to drift into slumber.

In that hour, her mind wandered over the events of the evening. She thought of how stupid she had been to drink too much and give the party host an opportunity to take advantage of her. She did recall that a couple of the wives had warned her about Robert Johnson when they had come around with the welcome wagon.

As she mentally beat herself up, she was at least relieved that she had only let him kiss and finger her. She knew that she would have felt far worse if she had let him penetrate her. Maybe he would have if his wife hadn’t come along … what would she Joanne have done if he had tried. There was so much on her mind, she really didn’t want to contemplate that last thought.

Joanne remained troubled that Robert intended to call her up. ‘What can I say to him that will give him the message that I’m not interested in him without possibly jeopardising Adam’s career?’

Then she recalled that Adam had told her when they got home tonight that he would go in and talk to his boss on Monday morning. She knew that she wouldn’t have told Adam about the incident tonight if her head had been clear, but maybe it might turn out all right after all. She was amazed at how she had turned things around just when Adam was getting upset with her.

Yes, Joanne had used those distinctive feminine wiles to turn defence into attack and seduce her own husband, just when she was faced with trying to justify her involvement in her infidelity. It was that last comforting thought that eventually cleared her mind so she could sleep.

Chapter 2

Adam arrived at the office on Monday morning and was immediately summoned to Robert’s large office on the top floor.

Robert came out from behind the desk to welcome him with a strong handshake and a warm smile, steering Adam over to the more informal setting of coffee table and chairs off to the side.

“Adam, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“What about?”

“Your beautiful wife, Joanne … she is an absolute stunner. She would certainly be the best looking executive wife in this company. How did you get so lucky?”

“Thank you, I am very proud of her. She is indeed a beautiful woman, and smart too. Robert, we met at college. What can I say, I fell in love immediately, and I’m pleased to say that she seemed to too.”

“She is an asset, and this company should take advantage of having such a woman in our midst.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A few things actually, but we can get down to the company’s involvement with her at a later time. Tell me, did she talk to you about anything that happened at the party on Saturday night.”

Adam was hesitant. “Yes … err, we did talk a bit about the party. She was very embarrassed, she said that she got quite drunk from the wine and did some things that she would not normally do. Wanted me to apologise for her.”

“Apologise … that’s nonsense Adam. She was great, and none of this drunk from the wine rubbish. She went off like a firecracker … it’s obvious that your wife is a very sensual woman. I was just disappointed that we ran out of time and she wasn’t able to make me feel as good as she obviously did.”

Adam didn’t know how to respond to his boss … he felt very uneasy about the reference to Joanne being a firecracker. Robert was showing no remorse for having taken advantage of Adam’s wife. Finally, Adam said, “Yes, about that, Robert. She would not normally allow any man – no matter who it was – to touch her in such an intimate way. She was just very tipsy and she told me that it would never happen again. Wanted me to make sure that you knew that.”

“Hold on Adam, no, I’m sorry for you, but you’re wrong.”

Adam looked back at his boss, stunned.

“It will happen again, Adam, and a whole lot more, because I desire your wife like I have never wanted any other woman. I have to have her, sexually, in every position known to man … and soon. Now, we can do this in a very intelligent, businesslike way, or you can be stupid about it, in which case it could get pretty messy. In terms of your future with this company, I mean.”

“I don’t believe that I am hearing this, Robert. You can’t just have a woman because you decide you want her.”

“Adam, I can … and I do, quite regularly. If you don’t believe that, talk to some of your colleagues here. I have carnal knowledge of nearly all of their wives, and the world hasn’t stopped for any of them. Their marriages go on! These men are managers who work alongside you day by day and they have all shared their wives with me. Why? Because they like working for my company and they are ambitious … and their wives are ambitious for them. Those women know what I like and they make certain I get it … regularly.”

“Joanne would never agree to this.”

“Don’t be so sure, Adam. You are walking a very thin tightrope right now. You are on the verge of offending me by rejecting my invitation for your lovely wife to spend a night in bed with me. The choice is not really yours alone to make – it’s hers too! Why don’t you call her up this morning and ask her how she feels about it? If she agrees, you get to keep your one hundred thousand a year job and we might have her join the company payroll as well. Then you two could afford to buy a home instead of renting. But if she or you say no, I’ll be advertising next week for a new Marketing Manager. It is as simple as that!”

“You can’t do that! That’s blackmail … I earned this position, and you cannot take it from me, just because I won’t let you have my wife.”

“I can, I have in the past, and I will again, if need be.” He had raised his voice and his face was deadly serious … but in an instant, a smile broke out and Robert added, “Now, can I get you a coffee, Adam?”

Robert was smiling broadly at Adam as he held the coffee pot toward him. But without answering, Adam stood up and headed for the door, where he paused, turned and said, “I can’t discuss something with my wife as serious as this over the phone. We will talk tonight and I’ll see you in the morning.”

***********

Adam could think of nothing else all day. He was so deliriously happy when he won the big paying job, but only ten weeks in, his world was collapsing around him. He was stressing out big time … thinking about losing this job he had been so desperate to get … and thinking about Joanne’s reaction to Robert’s proposal … and then thinking about what he’d do if she agreed and he had to hand her over to Robert. To watch her go to be with another man, and knowing that man was going to have his cock where only he himself should be. Adam didn’t think he could cope with that.

He stopped off at a bar for a couple of stiff drinks on the way home. His lovely redhead wife looked as gorgeous as ever when he walked in the front door. He gave her a hotter than usual hello kiss and she pulled back and eyed him suspiciously.

“What gives? That was more than your usual hello. What’s happened to you today?”

Adam paused, unsure of whether this would be the right moment to broach the subject with his wife. “Damn Joanne, I was intending to wait until after dinner … for the right moment. But there’s probably never going to be a right moment. Its been eating away at me all day, so we might as well talk now. Have we got time before dinner?”

“Sure, heaps of time. But even if we didn’t, you’ll have to tell me now, I am curious.”

“Honey, I got called in to Robert’s office first thing this morning…”

“Oh my God! Not about Saturday night’s party?”

Adam nodded.

“What did he say, Adam?”

“He told me what a beautiful woman you are. I told him that I knew that.”

“Aaaahhh, thank you. That’s so sweet of you!”

“Don’t thank me just yet.”

“Why, what else was said? Did he want to talk about what we did out in the rotunda?”

“Well, I sort of got in first. I told him that you wouldn’t have done any of that stuff with him if you hadn’t had too much to drink, and I told him how embarrassed you were and that you wanted him to know that it would never happen again.”

“Good … thank you … so how did he take that?”

Adam’s brow furrowed. “Joanne, he turned a bit nasty. Told me that it would happen, that he desired you more than any other woman he had ever met and said he was determined to have you in his bed.”

“Wow!”

“What do you mean wow? You should be disgusted, like me.”

“Adam, I am.” Joanne tried to reassure him, but her face showed that she was flattered that a man – any man – could desire her so much that he would tell her husband so bluntly. “Wow just meant fancy any man wanting me so much, and actually telling you that.”

There was rising anger in Adam’s voice. “Yeah, well that’s not all he told me. It seems that he has fucked the wives of all the managers in the company … I think it might be on a regular basis. Anyway, he thinks you’re next.”

“I know…”

“What do you mean you know?”

“No, I didn’t mean that I know I’m next. But after what happened at the party on Saturday night, this morning I called a few of the wives who were there, just to ask about him. They all told me what you just did, that they have all been to bed with him. Seems he thinks it’s a rite of passage. A new manager arrives at the company, so he gets to sleep with the wife.”

“I think that he’s got a lot more than sleeping on his mind.”

“Okay, I know what you mean. So what did you say to him?”

“I told him no way.”

“And he said?”

“Pretty much told me I was fired.”

“What?” Joanne grasped her husband’s hands in shock. “Oh no, he can’t do that.”

“Yes, well he seems to think he can. He said he’d be advertising my job next week if I didn’t agree. He said that I could decide whether I wanted to keep my job by handing you over for a night. And if I wouldn’t, then I will lose my job.”

“Do you think he means it?”

Adam looked at his wife directly, tears welling up in his eyes. “Yes, he means it!”

“Shit … what do we do?”

“I’ll have to start looking for another job. You can’t do it. It just goes against our marriage vows, everything we promised each other.”

“Hold on a minute, Adam.”

“You cannot be serious! Y ou’re not going to tell me…”

“I think we should talk about it some more. It’s not the end of the world … he just wants one night of sex with me. I think that I could handle it if you could. Then you’d get to keep your job and we can build a life for us here in this town.”

Adam looked at his wife incredulously. “I don’t believe you are even thinking about it…”

“I didn’t say I’d want to do it with him, or even that I’d like it, honey. I just said that I could do it if I had to. But you must believe me … I’d do that only so you got to keep your job.” Joanne leant over and gave him a deep kiss.

They continued to talk it over all through dinner and then over a liqueur in the living room. By the time they were going to bed, they had been discussing it virtually non-stop for more than three hours. But they were both decided. It would happen! This job meant so much to both of them. The good money that Adam was being paid would set them up for life … and there was also the suggestion that Robert would put Joanne on the payroll.

***********

The next morning, Adam went directly to Robert’s office.

“Adam, good morning … come in. How is your beautiful wife?”

Adam was firm, but polite with no smile. “She is very good, thanks Robert.”

“I don’t really want her to be very good. I’d like her to be very bad,” he said with a chuckle. “What’s your answer, Adam? Will your wife be very bad for me?”

“I don’t know about bad, Robert. But we had a long talk and I do mean long … right through dinner. We’re not happy that we’ve been put in this position, but I do like working here, so we have decided that she will come to you … for one night.”

Robert’s face broke into a big grin. “That is excellent. You have both made me a very happy man, not just because I get to fuck the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but I also get to keep a very good manager in my company. That is a very wise decision.”

Adam bristled at hearing Robert use the fuck word in referring to his wife. It brought the first direct image to his mind of Joanne lying on a bed with Robert above her, stroking his erect cock into her. He blinked his eyes, trying to dismiss the mental picture.

“What do we do next, Robert?”

“I want to have you both come over to my house for dinner on Friday night. You can go home alone about midnight and Joanne will stay all night. I’ll bring her home to you sometime Saturday afternoon. Better tell her to have a good sleep Friday afternoon because she’s going to be awake all night.”

Adam cringed as the reality of what was shortly to happen, hit home to him.

“Oh, by the way. Better check with Joanne tonight that she doesn’t have a period due this weekend. Don’t want anything to spoil the night.”

Chapter 3

Friday came around far too quickly for Adam, who was dreading the prospect of handing his beloved wife over to another man – his boss – for a long night of sex. He had talked to two of the other managers through the week about how they had handled the situation when Robert had hit on their wives. When both summarised the submission of their wives to Robert, the common thread in their stories was that he seemed to delight in humiliating the men. The other common concern expressed by the two men was that despite Robert’s arrogant cockiness, their wives seemed to secretly enjoy Robert’s style of lovemaking.

One of the men told Adam that there had been a manager who joined the company about three years ago and within a short time, Robert had made a move on the young man’s wife. This man was adamant that his wife wasn’t available for Robert’s desires and he too was threatened with dismissal, just as Adam had experienced this week. This had been like a red rag to a bull for this new manager and he sued Robert when the boss went ahead and fired him.

Robert’s lawyers were ruthless, managing to have the case constantly postponed through the court system over the next two years. All this time, the young man couldn’t get another managerial position anywhere because the rumour mill within the industry had labelled him a malicious litigator. When the case eventually came to court, the man did win a financial settlement, but a vast slice of it was eaten up in his legal fees and the judge refused to make a judgment against Robert for costs despite today’s supposed legal protection against unfair dismissal.

Adam was told the man now works on a production line because no other company would hire him for a managerial position. To make matters worse, the man’s marriage broke up anyway under the strain of the court case and his long time unemployed. Adam’s current colleague said he was passing on the story to Adam, just in case he was considering challenging Robert in the court system, but Adam and Joanne had already passed over that possibility.

Robert had issued Adam with more instructions as the week progressed. Adam was told that he was not to have any sex with Joanne after Tuesday evening, supposedly so that she would be fresh and eager for Robert’s sexual requirements on Friday night after several nights’ abstinence. Adam realised that he should never have told Robert that he and Joanne were so sexually charged that they made love most nights. Adam was all for ignoring Robert’s edict – after all, how would he know if they had followed his order. But he made the mistake of telling Joanne and she said they should respect Robert’s rules.

On the other hand, Joanne approached the prospect of her sexual sacrifice to Robert with more mixed feelings. She indeed was very compassionate for how apprehensive Adam would be feeling, both in the days leading up to Friday and as to how he would handle leaving her alone with Robert on the night. She herself was anxious about how sexually demanding Robert might be … she worried that he may want her to do things that she had never even done with Adam.

Nevertheless, she was resigned to the fact that she must give herself to Robert as a way of saving Adam’s job, so Joanne looked for some positives that may make her experience bearable. The best she could think of was that Robert was indeed quite a handsome mature man and, she assumed that with that maturity would come experience. As she had discovered last weekend in the rotunda, he was a very good seductive kisser. And, she thought, ‘He does use his fingers very well. So perhaps its not all bad.’

While Joanne and Adam had what she considered to be a very good and active sex life and they both derived satisfaction on most nights, it had not always been this way for her. She considered her husband to have been her only real lover. They met at college and were quickly an item. But her earlier initiation to sex at 17 had been a dismal failure with a local boy in her home town. The pair went a bit too far one evening and the boy took her virginity … sort of! He part broke the hymen with his cock, but in thrusting a second time to complete her deflowering, the boy was so excited that he came in her at that exact moment without gaining any further ground. Joanne had several nervous weeks waiting to see if she was pregnant and her hymen remained part broken until Adam eventually completed the loss of her virginity two years later.

On Friday evening, Adam and Joanne were due for dinner at Robert’s home at 7pm. Adam made sure that he got all of his work completed early even though it had been hard to concentrate with his thoughts on tonight. He arrived home from the office at 5.30 and called out to Joanne as he came through the front door, but there was no immediate answer. He walked through their house and called again.

“I’m in the bath, darling!”

He followed her voice to the bathroom and walked on in. His beautiful red-haired wife was lying in the bath, totally submerged in bubbles right up to her chin. He went over and kissed her on the forehead.

“How are you, Jo?”

“Nervous!” she answered softly.

“I’ll bet! I’ve felt rotten about this all day, I don’t know how many times I picked up the phone, intending to call you to call it all off. Each time, I chickened out. Darling, I know I’m being terribly selfish, but this job is so important for our future. This is going to be a terrible night to get through. You’ve got the worst part … you have to seem to be enjoying it, even though you probably won’t. And he’s going to want to do it more than once, so you’ve got to put up with him being very demanding. What if he wants you to suck him? Have you thought about that? Even worse for you, what if he wants to come in your mouth? You only do that with me so rarely, and I think you only do it because you love me and you know how much I like it.”

“I have thought about all of that, honey, but I’ll be all right. I’ll just face up to it as it happens. All those other wives survived. It can’t be too bad, surely.”

“I hope not, Jo. I love you so much for doing this for us. Now listen, he’s sending me home here after dinner, but I’ll be here for you. Naturally, I won’t sleep all night, knowing you’re there with him. If you don’t like what he wants to do at any point, just call me and I’ll come back and get you. Only agree to whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“Okay, I’ll be all right.”

She rose up out of the bubbles, her body slick with water, some bubbles still clinging to her shapely tanned body.

“God, you are beautiful darling. I hate to think he’s going to see you like this, he doesn’t deserve it. He’s a pig!”

“But a very rich pig who holds our future in his hands.” She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her body, touching it all over to pad her body dry, then stepped out of the bath and walked into their bedroom. He followed, admiring everything about her.

Joanne stopped at the dressing table, let the towel drop, revealing her now dry body … the perfect breasts, upright and firm without a bra … the tiny waist, her shapely arse and the thin runway in her public hair. She reached for her perfume bottle, uncapped it and tipped some of the liquid onto one finger. She parted her legs and swiped that finger down once on that part of her mound between her slit and the top of one thigh. She repeated the swipe on the other side of her slit.

Then she put another dab of perfume between her luscious breasts and yet one more behind each ear. That completed … she turned and walked to the bed where she had previously laid out her clothes for the night. Robert had called her on Thursday, told her what he expected her to wear. He said that if she didn’t have any of those items, mainly underwear, in her wardrobe, she was to go to a particular shop he nominated and buy them. They would be billed to his account.

She had done that in her lunch break. She usually only wore pantihose, had never owned stockings nor a garter belt, so she bought those in black as instructed. She also didn’t like wearing thongs, she had never liked the way the string part tugged up between the cheeks of her arse, irritating her anal ring. But she complied with his wishes and bought a thong, in a dark red colour.

Adam sat silently in a chair, watching her gently pull each item on, piece by piece. First she sat on the side of the bed while she drew the nylon stockings up each leg, one after the other. Then she tugged the thong up, a thin band of satin that barely covered her mound. Pulling the waist up high on each side, the thin strand at the back totally disappeared between her cheeks. That was until she turned away from Adam, who sat silently watching from his chair and she bent over from the waist to adjust the toe of her stockings. Her arse was pointed straight back at her husband and her cheeks parted, revealing the thin strip of the thong, separating her cheeks, only barely covering her anus and cunt.

Adam wanted to leap out of the chair and have her there on the bed. He suspected that she had purposely bent over that way with her back to him. She had a wonderful teasing streak about her. He loved that.

Next, she took the garter belt, also black and in lace, but not much of it. Just a thin band of lace that would attach around her waist, hanging low on her hips with four elasticised suspenders dropping down to attach onto the darker black band at the top of her stockings, holding them up. She stood beside the bed and watched her husband seductively as she attached each suspender, one to the front and one at the back on each stocking.

“Do I look okay, darling?”

“You look fabulous!”

“Not too cheap or slutty, I hope?”

“God no, Jo … you look very classy, I am very envious of Robert.”

“Don’t be, you can have me anytime. He will only have me tonight.”

“I could come in my pants just watching you get dressed and he’ll probably come in his when you get undressed. He better appreciate what a special effort you have taken to look a million bucks for him.”

She stepped up close to her husband. “Just remember, whatever happens tonight, I love you and only you. I am only doing this to secure our future together.”

“I know,” he told her as he lightly kissed her chastely on the lips.

She continued dressing, putting on a a half-cup under-wired bra in a two-tone black and grey … finally her dress … slim, figure hugging, a strapless deep blue creation, cut low in front to reveal her cleavage and an ample amount of both breasts. It was short, ending well above the knee to show off her long tanned legs.

“Blue is your colour.”

“Robert picked this out and sent it over yesterday.”

Adam felt a twinge of jealousy that this man – about to be Joanne’s seducer – could bestow such an expensive looking dress on Joanne as a gift.

Now dressed so seductively, she sat in her room at the dressing table mirror to apply her make-up. Adam continued to sit behind her, just staring, admiring how good she looked, his mouth partly agape. It was disturbing her … Joanne reached into her jewellery box and selected a pair of earrings for the night. Taking one in hand, her fingers pushed the other down below everything else in the box. Then she turned to Adam.

“Darling, I seem to have lost the other earring … this is my best pair. Can you be a dear and have a look around in the living room, I could have dropped it down behind the lounge, or left it on a coffee table … I’m sure its somewhere out there.”

“Okay honey, what does it look like?”

She showed him the one she held in her hand and he left the room to go and look. When he had gone, she fished out the matching piece and stuck them through the holes in each ear. Joanne was becoming more nervous having Adam sit there watching her … she had decided that, since she still had time, she needed a few minutes alone with her thoughts, sitting looking at her reflection in the mirror.

‘Yes, I am nervous, as I admitted to Adam … but along with that anxiety is a strange excitement that I know I shouldn’t feel. Forgetting that only part successful few seconds in which I lost my virginity to my home town boyfriend, Adam has really been the only cock that has ever been inside me … the only cock that has ever been close to getting inside me.

‘Adam is the man I love dearly and the only man I have wanted to spend my whole life with. We have a wonderful sex life … I think! The problem is that I have nothing to compare it with. Every other woman I discuss sex with, recalls several or lots of other men who they say were varying degrees of better or worse than their partners.

‘I don’t really want any other man in my life and I don’t want the complication of an affair. But this week … since kissing and being fingered by Robert and then having him demand to have my body … I am strangely excited by the prospect of what will happen in his bed this night. He is almost twenty years older than me, has so much experience from what I hear … I at last have a chance to experiment with another man, to find out if hooking up with Adam so early in life means that I am missing out on anything special.

‘I can never tell Adam any of these thoughts … never! It could destroy his confidence and his self-esteem, and he needs all of that to be the success I know he will be in his career. As startling as it was to see him get turned on when I told him of Robert’s sexual deeds on me, as weird as it may seem, that may be a good thing to help him cope with this evening.’

Joanne finished applying her make-up … Adam eventually came back to confess that he couldn’t find her earring only to see Joanne wearing them both. “Darling, I’m sorry, it was here all along.” They left their house at 6.30 for the half-hour drive across town to Robert’s mansion … neither talked much in the car, each alone with their own thoughts and speculation about the night ahead. They pulled up in the driveway of the luxury home right on time at 7pm. Robert answered the door himself.

“Good evening, you are right on time. I like that, very punctual.” He stood back to appraise Joanne as she came through the front door, followed by her husband. “Joanne, you are stunningly beautiful tonight. This is all for me, I am a lucky man.”

She did a little pirouette for him to show off the dress that he had bought her. He stepped forward to wrap her in his arms and deliver his mouth to hers, engaging Joanne immediately in a passionate kiss that saw his lips press hers to open. She was surprised and embarrassed in front of Adam, but she complied and his tongue dived between her teeth to insinuate itself around her tongue. Adam stood slightly behind the pair, but to the side where he could clearly see a lot of open mouth and tongue action. He wanted to look away, but his eyes remained drawn by the passion in the kiss … a passion that appeared to be mutual.

Standing just behind Joanne, Adam watched as Robert’s hands dropped to cover both cheeks of her arse and he pulled her body into him tightly. Adam knew that his wife would already be feeling the shape of his boss’ cock pressing into her stomach between their bodies. If he believed Joanne telling him that she never touched Robert at the party, then Adam knew that this would be her first contact with Robert’s cock, even though they were both still clothed.

The intensity and passion in Robert’s kiss surprised Joanne, but she confirmed to herself that she really did like the way he kissed, even though she was so embarrassed at having her husband standing behind her, watching. ‘If Adam wasn’t here, I would enjoy this even more,’ she thought, unconsciously raising her hand to lightly grasp the back of his neck, holding his head to hers.

When Robert eventually broke the kiss, she hung on to his neck for a moment longer, breathing heavily, visibly affected by the passion that he had unleashed.

“You are a very sensual woman, my dear. I know that we are going to have a wonderful night together.” He reached up behind him and took the hand that had held his head to her possessively. Robert led Joanne into a study and to a bar in the corner of the room. Adam was left to follow behind, not having even been acknowledged by Robert as yet.

“Drinks for you two?” he asked of Joanne and Adam, becoming the perfect host.

“I’ll have a beer,” said Adam.

“I’d like a vodka straight up,” nominated Joanne.

“What about I wrap that in some ice. I don’t want you as pissed as last Saturday night. I need you awake and alert all night, my darling.”

“I’m only having one to settle my nerves, then I’ll have water,” responded Joanne.

“Good girl. God, you look great,” Robert complimented her again as he prepared the drinks, his eyes scanning up and down her body. He poured himself an orange juice. “Nothing alcoholic for me either, Joanne. It is not just you in the spotlight tonight. I need to perform for you!”

Adam cringed as the words hung heavy around him, his boss discussing performing sexually in relation to his Joanne.

The door to the study opened and Robert’s wife appeared, surprising both Joanne and Adam, who both expected that he would be alone in the house tonight.

“Ah, my dear, you know our guests, don’t you? Joanne and Adam … and you both know Jane from last week’s party.”

Jane stepped forward and kissed Joanne warmly on the cheek, turned and did the same with Adam. “How lovely to see you both again. We are so pleased that you could join us for dinner tonight.”

Joanne and Adam stole a glance at each other, checking to see if the other was as stunned at seeing Robert’s wife here. The invitation had been for dinner, but Adam had assumed that he would be shown the door early in the evening so that Robert could get at his wife as soon as possible. He had also figured that to do that, Robert’s wife must have been away. Now he really was confused.

After a round of drinks and some idle non-sexual chatter that took them past 7.30, a maid appeared to advise that dinner was ready and all four adjourned to the dining room where a magnificent feast awaited. The soup was pumpkin and they all approved. When her bowl was empty, Joanne pushed her chair back and rose, announcing, “Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.”

She departed the room and before the conversation at the table could resume, Robert too pushed his chair back and rose. “I’ll only be a moment, I just want to check the menu with Maria,” referring to the maid. He too departed, appearing to Adam and Jane to head into the kitchen, but quickly passing straight through it and out another door.

Robert made his way to the bathroom that Joanne was using. He paused outside, testing the door handle and was pleased to find that she had neglected to lock it. He turned the handle and pushed it open, moving into the small room to find her just rising from the seat after peeing. Her figure-hugging dress had been pushed up so that the bottom hem was caught tightly around her hips and her thong was stretched between her legs, just above the knees. She was still dabbing between her legs with the toilet paper.

She turned at the sound of the door opening and her expression showed that she was understandably annoyed at his intrusion. “What the hell are you doing in here? God, is there no privacy … do you mind?”

“I am sorry, my dear,” he replied as he stepped toward her. “You are quite right, you would expect you could have a piss on your own. It’s just that I have something extra for you to wear. I couldn’t think of any other way to get it to you.”

“What is it?” she said, curious, her initial anger subsiding as she dropped the wad of toilet paper into the bowl and flushed.

Joanne had begun to tug her thong up her thighs by the time Robert reached her. He took something from his trouser pocket and his hand quickly moved to her crotch just in front of her thong, so that his hand holding an object got caught between her mound and the thong.

“Stop … what are you doing?”

“It’s okay, babe, I just want you to wear this for me in your panties.”

“No, what is it?” she said, backing away from him.

“It’s harmless, Joanne. Don’t panic about it … its just a little battery toy. Sort of a vibrator. We’re going to be a while having dinner, I’d just like to have you staying aroused until we can go to bed together.”

He stood close to her, his hand still trapped by the thong that she had drawn back into position. She looked into his eyes, and was apprehensive. “It’s okay, really!” he reassured her again.

Joanne felt his fingers slowly withdrawing, leaving a plastic object within her thong. His hands pushed hers aside and he grasped the two sides of the thong and hitched it up high and tight. She felt the object press against her mound. “I want you to leave it there, babe,” he told her.

“Well alright!” she nodded apprehensively. “But what’s it for?”

Robert reached his hand back into his pocket and she felt the object spring into action right up against her hooded clit. Her legs buckled slightly, but she managed to stay standing. “Oh shit, what’s that?”

The tingling sensation in her crotch lasted barely five seconds.

“I told you, just a little something to get you ready for me.”

“Oh, no way, I’m not wearing that right through dinner.”

“Joanne, you will wear that, and I’ll be giving you a little wake-up call whenever I feel like it. Now pull your dress back down and let’s get back to the dining room before we’re missed. You go first.”

Joanne wanted to debate the wearing of the vibrator with him, but she could see how determined he appeared. She knew he wasn’t about to change his mind. She grabbed the hem of her dress and wriggled it back down over her hips and thighs.

Joanne rejoined Adam and Jane and she was amused to find them engaging in some meaningless conversation. Robert took the circuitous route back through the kitchen and reappeared carrying some plates, making it look as if he had been out helping Maria the whole time.

All four of them enjoyed three courses over a two-hour period. Only Adam and Jane drank the wine while both Robert and Joanne were very circumspect, each slowly sipping water.

The dinner conversation was very general and cordial, even humorous at times. No mention was made of why Joanne was here. Outwardly, it appeared like a standard dinner party. Adam and Joanne were wondering whether Jane even knew what was to occur shortly.

Robert turned the dial on his little plastic toy quite frequently, much to Joanne’s annoyance, each hit giving her cunt a decided buzz, too quiet to attract attention. Some were just for a few seconds and seemed to go unnoticed by Adam and Jane, but on one occasion, just as Maria was serving the desserts, Robert wound the dial up high and left it there. The pressure on Joanne’s mound from the vibrations started the moisture flowing, seemingly spreading her lips and bringing her clit to the surface.

It went on so long, she began to make faces at Robert, who just smirked back at her. Fortunately, Adam and Jane were in lengthy conversation with Maria about the dessert and seemed oblivious to Joanne’s predicament. As the arousal continued, her breathing shortened and became heavier … she was certain that she would soon come, right there at the table. Joanne was embarrassed, she usually had such noisy orgasms.

Her whole lower body and thighs were trembling from the good vibes. Joanne could sense that Adam and Jane’s conversation with Maria was about at an end and an orgasm appeared inevitable for her. Robert’s timing was impeccable, he switched the vibe off just before Joanne reached the point of no return and she was left with her pelvis thrusting forward, her whole body craving a release.

Jane turned to Joanne, “Are you feeling alright dear? You appear to be sweating … and you do look quite flushed.”

“I think it’s just a bit warm in here,” answered Joanne, turning from Jane to Robert to frown in his direction.

He never gave her another long burst like that one, but he did resume the short sharp 5-second buzzes, just to keep her on edge. By the end of dinner, Joanne’s whole body was bubbling in an extremely high state of arousal. Where before she had been apprehensive about this night, now she was almost looking forward to being with Robert, if only to satisfy the sensual cravings his little toy had created in her cunt.

When all of the eating was over, the four of them retired to the deck to drink their coffees while they took in the view of the moonlight over the lake. Joanne walked over to the railing and placed her coffee down on the wide capping that topped the railing. Robert followed her across the wide expanse of deck and ignoring their respective spouses, she felt him press his body up against her back, his arms folding around to hug her.

“What about your wife?” Joanne thought she had whispered, intending the words only for Robert. She was surprised when Jane responded from the doorway, across the width of the deck.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Joanne. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. To answer the question that you just asked my husband and to put your mind at rest, I know why you’re here and I am perfectly comfortable with it. Robert and I have a very open marriage. I won’t be in your way tonight and no need to fear being caught up in some weird menage a trois. You see, when Robert is entertaining a young woman, I stay downstairs in one of the guest bedrooms. It’s quite comfortable there and I can’t hear anything, so you can be as vocal as you want. Robert does like his women to be vocal.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just a bit surprised.”

“Quite natural, my dear. That’s okay, I can clearly see why Robert would want to have you to himself. You are indeed a very beautiful young woman and my husband is going to be a very fortunate man tonight. I am sure that you will both enjoy yourselves. He is a wonderful lover with great endurance. He can teach you a lot.”

Jane turned to Adam. “I hope that you will be okay with this, Adam. You seem to be a very nice young man and I have no doubt that at this stage you would be feeling quite left out. It’s just one night, you will have her back tomorrow and your marriage will probably be richer for what she will learn from Robert.”

Jane fondly touched Adam on the arm. “If you will all excuse me, I will take my leave. I hope you all have a good night.” She turned and disappeared through the patio door, leaving Adam and Joanne stunned.

Joanne couldn’t turn around to verify Jane’s departure, she was pressed against the railing by Robert’s body and she could feel that he was now highly aroused, his erection fitting perfectly in the ridge between her arse cheeks. His hands came up to her breasts, one on each, fondling her through the thin material of her dress. Again, she was self conscious that her husband was left standing alone to watch this intimacy.

She managed to half turn her head toward Robert and whispered, “Should Adam go home now, he probably doesn’t know what to do. And from what your hands are doing to me and with the feel of you against my arse, I expect that things are about to get very serious between us.”

“My lovely Joanne, you are right about us … we are about to get to know each other very intimately. But my dear … no, Adam will be staying for awhile.”

“Why … for how long?”

“Until he’s watched our first fuck together.”

“What … why … we didn’t know about this. I don’t think that’s fair. This is hard enough for him to manage without humiliating him. What kind of man are you?”

“I am a man who is about to satisfy his lust for the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. But as for your husband, that’s just the way it is, Joanne. Only by Adam watching the two of us going at it, will he truly know the value of what he has given me tonight.”

“I think you’re terribly cruel!”

“Be that as it may, my dear. That is what will happen. Now, it is already past ten, I think that we might begin. What do you say?”

“I’d say that I’d like you to let my husband go now.” Joanne’s voice was firm.

“I am sorry, can’t be done. You are in my house and you are playing by my rules.”

With that, Robert pulled away from her body, releasing her to move away from the railing, but immediately taking her hand and leading her back into the house past her husband. “Come with us, Adam,” he commanded.

Adam meekly and dutifully followed the pair as Robert steered Joanne to the stairs, his arm possessively and tightly around her waist. They climbed up a flight to the master bedroom with Adam following about three steps behind the couple. He couldn’t help but admire his wife’s arse in the tight fitting dress, despite the circumstances of the evening that seemed to be about to make him an observer.

The master bedroom was a magnificent room, also opening out through sliding doors to an outside deck overlooking the lake. The bed was the centrepiece and it was round. Furniture was sparse, but a standard upright chair had been placed in the middle of the room facing the bed and just a metre (three feet) from it.

Robert led Joanne to the bed, calling back to Adam, “Take a seat, Adam.” Robert motioned with his head toward the lone chair. “I want you to stay for awhile. I think you’ll find the next hour quite entertaining.”

Adam silently walked to the chair and sat down as Robert stepped in front of Joanne. She had turned around when she reached the edge of the bed and she stood, her back to it, looking quite nervous and casting frequent glances sideways toward her husband, seated not more than 6 feet away from where she stood. ‘I wish I’d had a second strong drink,’ she thought. ‘So I could be as unaccountable as I was last weekend.’

Robert reached around Joanne to the back of her neck and she heard the zip sliding down, the front of the tight deep blue dress loosening as it fell forward. “Could you take my trousers off please, Joanne.”

It all seemed rather clinical as her hands came up and fumbled with his belt while his hands now pulled the dress forward off her breasts. She released his belt and her arms drew up self consciously to partially cover her now exposed orbs. The dress now bunched at her waist as he pulled her arms away from her breasts and placed her hands back at the waist of his trousers. Obediently, she pulled down the zipper on his fly with only her fingers, trying to avoid the back of her hand rubbing against his still clothed cock that she knew was already erect.

With his belt undone and the waist unclasped, his trousers fell in a pool around his ankles. The bottom of his shirt barely covered his tenting underpants. Robert pushed her tight dress over her hips and it too fell in a pool at her feet.

Robert took a step back to admire what he had just revealed, kicking his trousers off his feet as he did. She stood straight in high heels, proud of her young and shapely body. Although just a trifle nervous, she was all to well aware of the impact her body would be having on both men. She still wore a two-tone black and grey half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up firmly, plus a thong, stockings, suspender belt and high-heeled shoes. The high heels accentuated her long legs and prompted her arse to curve magnificently. Her husband excitedly watched her in profile.

Robert reached out and touched her bra. “Please take it off!” was all he said and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp it. Her hands then moved to hold each cup, easing them gently off her sensitive breasts before casting the bra to the floor. Robert reached out and ran his fingers down the gentle slope of her breast, stroking softly all the way to where the slope curved up like a ski jump to end in her rigid nipple.

He repeated the manoeuvre on her other breast. “Perfect … they are perfect. I knew they would be. Everything about you is perfect.” Turning to Adam, he said, “You are one lucky son of a bitch. To have this with you every night.” Robert waved his hand in a salute. “I thank you, Adam, you are a generous man.”

Humbled by Robert’s praise of her and pleased that he had at last acknowledged her husband’s generosity in allowing this to happen, Joanne smiled and lifted one hand to affectionately run it over Robert’s cheek. It was an unusual sign of affection to a man that had forced her to be here in this way tonight, about to give herself freely to him.

Her body shivered self-consciously and she whispered to Robert, hoping her husband would not hear. “I’m still very nervous, I only had one stiff drink … perhaps I should have had two. It might calm me down if you could kiss me again please … the way you did at the front door when we arrived.” She couldn’t believe that she had uttered those words … she was taking the initiative.

Robert stepped close to her again and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her to him as his face descended and his mouth opened to kiss hers, once more with passion. Again, there were duelling tongues and she didn’t hold back, her lips and tongue responding enthusiastically, Joanne unconsciously bringing one arm up to affectionately drape her hand around his neck.

The kiss was another marathon and when it ended after perhaps two, maybe three minutes, her breathing was fast and her face was flushed. “Do you feel better?” he enquired.

“Much!” was all she could say as her arm remained locked around his neck, keeping him close to her.

“I think you might be ready?”

She never verbally responded, just blinked her eyes demurely and nodded her head slowly in agreement, her head turning to ashamedly steal a glance at Adam, looking to judge his reaction. When Joanne wouldn’t look away from him, Adam resignedly nodded his silent okay.

Robert took the hand that was hanging by her side and led her to kneel on the bed. “Get in the middle,” was his only instruction.

She slipped her high heels off and the pool of material that was her dress and did as he commanded, shuffling on her knees to the centre of the round bed from where she stopped to look back at Robert. He just stared at her retreating figure on hands and knees, mesmerised by the sight of her compact arse, the cheeks split by the thin strand of satin that barely concealed her anus and cunt.

For a moment or two, she almost seemed to be posing that way in the middle of the bed, allowing Robert – and Adam – to take a good long look, then she let her body flop down flat on the bed and rolled over onto her back, raising her knees. Robert knelt on the bed and then did as she did, crawling on his knees across the wide bed to Joanne. When he reached her, he placed a hand on each raised knee and pushed them apart and she spread her feet well apart too.

All the time, she took regular furtive sideways glances at Adam, who sat silently in the chair, watching the scenario unfolding before him. The bed, being round, had no head and no foot, so Robert had placed Adam’s chair at a point furthest away from the wall. When Joanne crawled across the bed and lay down in the middle, her body was parallel to the wall, as if she was lying across the bed if it had been a conventional one. Therefore, she lay side-on in profile To Adam.

Robert knelt upright in front of her widely spread legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, then peeling it off to reveal to her a dominant spread of dark hair on his chest. Only his underpants remained, tented by his erection. He put his hands in the waistband and drew them down over his cock, revealing his hard-on to Joanne – and to the watching Adam – for the first time. Robert lifted each knee, one by one, to get his underpants off his legs.

Joanne had been anxious to know what Robert’s cock would be like … size, colour, texture. As she gazed down between her raised legs, all the answers were revealed. The biggest difference was that his cock was circumcised, she had never experienced one like that before. She was pleased that his size was not a lot different from Adam’s … and she knew that Adam would also be happy that this man would not be carving out a wider path within her.

Robert bent his head forward bringing his face in close between her spread knees, then his head turned and he first licked, then kissed her inner thigh through her stocking on her right leg, working his way up her thigh toward the best part. As he neared the top of her thigh, his lips moved on to the bare skin above her stocking top. An inch from her mound, he switched to the other leg, starting just beyond her knee, again on her stocking, licking, then kissing his way up her inner thigh. Joanne closed her eyes to shut out her sight of her husband watching her. She also moaned quietly.

Robert, on his knees between her thighs, shuffled closer, his hands reaching up to her waist to grasp her thong and he pulled it down. She helpfully raised her arse to release it … Adam saw the little vibrator disc fall to the bed and wondered what it was. When Robert had pulled her thong clear of her legs, he grasped the skimpy garment in his palm, feeling how wet it was. “You have soaked this through. Fuck me, you are some kind of horny lady.”

“If I am, then it was helped along by that damn thing you put in my thong,” she reminded him.

She had opened her eyes and was smiling down at him … he smiled back. She watched with surprise as he lowered his head into the gap between her thighs and his mouth zeroed in on her mound. His lips parted and she felt the swipe of his tongue at her cunt from bottom to top, licking up her juices, the tongue stroke just barely reaching her clitoris before it withdrew and went back for a second swipe.

He licked at her cunt again and again, each stroke of his tongue now lingering briefly at her clit before beginning the next swipe. Her breathing quickened, escaping her lips in gasps as her hands reached down between her legs and her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling his head and in turn, his mouth, hard onto her pubic mound. She let out a guttural keening sound, “Uuunnnnhhhh!”

Robert was now unable to pull back for each new licking stroke because she gripped his head so tightly to her … her thighs were locked around his ears. He formed an ‘O’ with his lips and closed them over her budding clit … sucking on it to draw it up hard and erect in his mouth while the tip of his tongue licked it gently.

“Oh God … yes!” she screamed as she felt the throbbing begin deep inside, rapidly rising to the surface. She knew that she was now seconds away from a pulsing climax and she wantonly thrust her pelvis up greedily at his enveloping mouth as her orgasm hit. “Unnnhhh … unnnhhh! Oh yes … yes … unnnhhh!”

She took her whole body weight on her shoulders and feet as her back arched up clear of the bed … her arse suspended two feet up, his head wedged firmly in a vice-like hold between her thighs that continued to grip him … his mouth mashed against her throbbing, pulsing clitoris as her whole lower body spasmed.

Robert’s head and upper body were taken on a wild ride by her pelvis as it shook and quivered … his mouth clung to her clitoris, sucked in between his lips as he felt the ongoing spasms rocking her lower body. Adam shifted uneasily in his seat, his hand surreptitiously dropping to his groin to shift his now large, stiff erection around in his pants, attempting to ease his discomfort.

Joanne moaned deliriously, her arse dropping back to the bed and her body rolling around, her thighs and hands now relaxing their grip on his head, allowing Robert to ease back, letting her clit pop from his mouth. The pulsing was lessening.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Robert, who was still kneeling between her spread thighs. “Wonderful … that was wonderful … God, after your friggin’ vibrator, I really needed that release!” she told him softly, intending it only for his ears, but Adam was near enough to hear her too. “So quick, I can’t believe I came so quickly!”

“We’ve only just begun, my sweet. That was the first of many, consider it just an appetiser for you.” Then, turning around to look at Adam, Robert asked, “Did you enjoy that, Adam? Did that ring your bells too?”

Joanne frowned at Robert. “Please don’t! Don’t spoil it! Don’t talk to him like that! Just leave him alone … he shouldn’t really be here now … you could have let him go home.”

Robert smiled back down at her, with no acknowledgment of her latest plea on Adam’s behalf. Then he then placed his hands on her stockinged knees and pushed them back together, moving his body up to lay alongside her. He reached out and his fingers lazily roamed lightly over both breasts, teasing in circles around each nipple without making direct contact. Joanne’s breath caught in her throat at his gentle caress and she gasped out loud from the tingling sensations.

“Fantastic, your luscious body is so sensitive to my touch.” Robert raised his head and rested it on his bent arm, watching her shiver under the sensations caused by his fingers on the bare skin of her milky breasts. He leaned over her and tongued one extended nipple into his mouth, sucking long and hard on it, and then lightly biting her until she cried out in pleasure/pain.

He worked first one, and then the other nipple the same way and her breathing increased again. His fingers trailed lower, passing over her indented navel and her garter belt, continuing on to play with her fine pubic hair. Her thighs fell open as if on demand and without protest, then one of her hands raised up to stroke his hair affectionately. Realising what she was doing, she stole a glance at her husband, embarrassed at how much affection she was showing Robert.

Adam just sat impassively watching her, his hands together in his lap. Joanne felt Robert’s fingers sliding along the lips of her cunt and in a spontaneous sign of acceptance she spread her thighs further apart. But his fingers didn’t stop at her cunt, they kept on going, stroking on down her inner thigh, stopping at her stocking top.

“Roll over!” he commanded her and she willingly complied, lying face down on the bed with her head turned to the right so she could see her husband sitting in the chair, just beyond the edge of the round bed. Joanne felt the soft fingers touch the back of her thigh at her stocking top, then start upward, coming to the point where the round cheek of her arse began, rising up from the top of her thigh. The fingers trailed across the smooth skin of her arse cheeks and she shivered again at his sensual touch.

After making a soft pass over each cheek, his fingers slipped to the cleft formed by the juncture of the top of her arse cheeks and her back and he traced down her arse cleavage. Nervously, she clamped her cheeks tightly together at his fingers’ feather-light touch.

“Don’t!” he told her and she momentarily closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax her arse, thus allowing his fingers to resume delving into her arse cleavage. She felt his other hand pulling one leg away from the other, causing her cheeks to spread further apart. She was apprehensive, knowing that the spreading of her legs would expose her whole public region to his gaze and his fingers. He pushed his fingers deeper and they reached her anal ring and she tensed again, unaccustomed to being touched there in such an intimate way.

“No,” she whispered, it was loud enough for both men to hear her.

“Yes!” he told her and she felt his firm hand on the back of her thigh, pushing her legs still further apart, her arse cheeks now spread so wide that her anus was completely exposed to his view. “That’s better!”

“No, please!” she begged. “I don’t like being touched there.”

“Did you wash yourself thoroughly down there tonight?”

“Yes!” she whispered, embarrassed at having to say.

“Then it shouldn’t matter.”

“I just don’t like it. Even though I had a bath, it still seems dirty!”

“You will learn to like it! I have to have all of you … and I will – before you go home tomorrow.”

His finger lightly circled the wrinkled rim of her anus and she tensed again, but not enough to repel his finger. “We’ll come back to your gorgeous arse later tonight.” She felt apprehension at his suggestion that his fingers – and maybe even more of him – would be back at her arse before this night was over.

She was jolted back to reality when she felt his moist lips touch the inside curve of her buttock and she tensed again at his mouth being so close to her anus. His tongue slipped out, licking her, then turning it into a kiss which became quite firm and she thought that he may have given her a love bite on the inner cheek of her arse.

“Okay, you can roll back over now,” he said and she did, thankful that her arse had a reprieve. Once more, she checked the face of her husband as she lay on her back on the bed and Robert rose above her, his body at her waist and to one side. “Touch me, Joanne” he commanded and she reached out one hand and stroked her fingers along his stretched hard-on, pointing straight out. His cock was circumcised, it seemed very smooth … it was the first that she had seen up close – and touched – without an overhanging foreskin.

“Does it meet with your approval?” Robert asked as she tested its girth by forming an O with her fingers and running up and down his length.

She smiled at him. “I think so, can I tell you in a little while.”

“You are a cheeky little minx. I thought that you’d be a shy one, but you are hot for it.”

“No I’m not,” she told him, glancing anxiously at Adam, concerned that her husband may feel let down by her eagerness to please Robert. “It’s just that I haven’t seen a smooth one like this before.”

She continued to stroke Robert’s shaft.

“So how does it measure up?” he asked her, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the soft caress of her fingers on his cock.

“I wasn’t comparing size … only the type.”

“Yes you were … so is it bigger – or wider – than his?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Well, well, aren’t you a touchy one, eh?”

Joanne’s attention had been on her fingers caressing Robert’s cock, so it was a surprise when she suddenly felt his fingers sliding along her moist vaginal split, separating the lips of her labia. She was still wet from his tonguing of her, so when he pushed one finger into the opening of her cunt, it slipped in easily and it stroked the upper inside, searching out her g-spot. The intruding digit had taken her by surprise and her body arced in her pursuit of pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Robert gathered up some juices from within her slippery cunt and lathered his fingers that slipped back out of her cunt and next slid up to urge her clitoris to reappear. It did so quickly and he rolled three of his fingers over and around the little nub, drawing out throaty groans from the naked woman writhing in front of Robert on his bed.

His head lowered over one breast and his lips, tongue and teeth attacked her nipple and areolae with gusto while the clutch of three fingers seemed intent on an unrelenting assault on her defenceless clitoris. His fingers seemed to be on a mission and they quickly moved into overdrive, swirling around and over her erect button.

The two pronged attack produced a predictable response, her breathing became gasping, staccato grunts as another orgasm built quickly from deep in her body … her torso writhing under his ministrations as Robert showed both Joanne and Adam how masterfully he could control her passion.

She gave up her release in a screaming, gasping, panting explosion that saw her lower body raise itself off the bed, anxious to not lose contact with his fingers at her clit and his mouth at her breast. Until her spasms eventually faded and her body fell back flat on the bed … sweat beading on her forehead.

When her body was still again, Robert kneeled beside her, gazing down at her beauty, her flowing red hair framing her head that lay on his white pillow. “How was that?” he enquired.

She seemed thoughtful before answering. “I don’t know if there is a word to describe it… maybe awesome … definitely more than wow!” Her hand lifted to again stroke his solid erection.

“Was it better than when I went down on you?”

Again, she paused to think before answering. “I think so! Only because the pleasure was in two places at once this time.” Her whole body shivered, probably an after-shock. “It was so intense … I can’t believe that I could come so heavily that way … twice!”

“If my tongue and my finger can bring such a response from your body, imagine what’s going to happen to your body now.”

Robert moved down the bed, disengaging her hand from his erection and he grasped an ankle in each hand and pulled her legs wide apart again, shifting across to kneel between her thighs, his frame towering above her. She sensed that the moment of truth had arrived. For the first time in her marriage, she was about to give her body to a man other than her husband … but in full view of her husband. Even with her husband’s approval, albeit reluctant.

She braced herself on the bed, unsure of how demanding a lover he would be and she raised her knees again. It had been at least nine years since any other man had entered her body … and that was such a failed encounter that it didn’t really count. Joanne had met Adam at college when she was nineteen and they had been a couple ever since, marrying two years ago.

Robert lowered his body over hers, fitting his torso between her raised knees, dropping his erect cock closer until it hovered at her cunt, just barely touching her entrance. As she felt his cock’s light touch, her pelvis shifted up, indicating her eagerness for contact.

His face hovered over hers, his eyes watching hers, his mouth slowly descending to kiss her yet again. She opened her mouth early to accept his tongue, revelling in the way his lips made her feel. There was passion in it, but it was only a brief kiss before Robert dipped his head down and his mouth again found one of her nipples and he sucked on it fully, arousing a passionate groan to slip from her lips.

Robert switched to her other breast and suckled that nipple too, drawing it out to full extension. Adam watched his wife from his lone chair in the middle of the room … she was a picture of sublime beauty, laying on her back in the middle of the bed, her knees raised. Her perfect breasts looked good and firm, even laying on her back, and both nipples stood proudly erect, pointing at the ceiling.

She felt Robert’s erect cock brush against her very wet slit and she thrust her cunt forward again, trying to ensnare his cock into her moist passage, but Robert pulled back, managing to avoid the supreme connection they both anticipated. She whimpered aloud, the passionate sound expressing her frustration and need to him, her eyes looking up into his, imploring him to mate with her. Fortunately from where he sat, Adam could not see the carnal desire in her pleading eyes.

Joanne accepted that it was useless for her to try to dictate the timing of his entry into her. This was his game and he wasn’t about to relinquish control to her. Joanne gave up and let her body relax back onto the bed, waiting for Robert to make his move.

Just as she relaxed, he caught her off-guard as she felt his cock shove forward and gently nudge the head into her passage. The coupling had begun and she answered by lifting her arse momentarily up off the bed, thrusting her pelvis up at him, her cunt lips locking on the knob of his cock and she tightened the muscles of her cunt to secure a hold on him.

“Fill me!” she tried to whisper. He had aroused her to a fever pitch in such a short time, needing his body so desperately but not wanting her husband to hear her wanton desire.

Robert spoke louder than she, “What do you want, Joanne? Tell me!”

She looked up into his eyes, her need evident to him. “Fill me up!” she whispered again.

“Say it loud!”

“No!”

“I want to hear how much you want me.”

His cock head was wedged just inside her cunt, teasing her, arousing her deep-seated passion, causing her to push her cunt at him, trying to impale his cock beyond the short one-inch he had so far given her.

With her own arse back flat on the bed, she lifted her feet up and locked her ankles behind his arse, her heels digging into his cheeks, attempting to push him into her. Her arms wrapped around his back, hugging him to her. The squeezing of her cunt muscles was maddening to him, teasing him to give her more.

“Please! I want you inside me!” she begged. This time it was loud enough for Adam to hear her too.

Her arse was now hovering just above the sheet, her body hanging below his, held there by her legs and arms, wrapped around his body, only one inch of his cock embedded in her cunt. Without warning, Robert shoved his cock forward, pushing it steadily all the way into her cunt in one slick continuous movement. There was momentary pain from his sudden continuous invasion and she screamed out, “Unnnhhh! Oh dear God, yes, do it!”

His hard cock bottomed out inside her, paused for her to experience the complete fullness of him within her, then he drew it back, sliding it out right to her exit point before reversing direction and plowing his erection all the way back into her depths. She was being driven along on a wild and furious ride, her arse back flat on the bed, driven down hard with every inward thrust of his hard cock.

Again and again, his shaft penetrated her passage, driving into her without care for her readiness, yet not encountering any resistance on her part. Joanne loved it, so much more animalistic than sex with her husband had ever been. She embraced Robert’s body warmly and clung to him as he continued to drive his cock relentlessly into her supple body.

Minutes went by and she adjusted her body several times to cope with his angle of entry and the force of his thrusts. She felt her body melting inside, responding to him and she welcomed the pounding of his cock that was provoking her to a welcome release. She had long forgotten that her husband was curiously watching her wanton surrender, this wild and violent ride was only about Robert and Joanne.

As the wave began beneath her cunt and rolled inexorably to climax in a pounding, throbbing, noisy orgasm, she cried out between quick gasping breaths. “Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … oh yes, I’m there … unnhh … unnhh … oh, it’s so good!

Joanne relaxed every muscle and allowed her body to enjoy the ride. Her lover smiled broadly and confidently as he gazed down at her face … proud of his ability to sexually satisfy women … Joanne was proving to be no exception … another notch in his belt.

Robert never even paused to give her time to savour her intense release, never missed a stroke, he just went on pounding his cock into her cunt. Now, he closed his eyes to better concentrate on not losing his control. Its not like he didn’t know Joanne was climaxing … her breathing was short, sharp and loud and her pulsing movements were wild.

After sucking her to her first orgasm and fingering her to her second, there had been a long gap before his driving fuck brought the third. But now, her fourth came so quickly upon the preceding one that she barely noticed where one finished and the next one started. The telltale sound of Joanne gasping and panting and eventually shamelessly calling out, “Oh Robert, fuck me!” filled the vast room.

Robert never paused, he was showing no sign of wilting. Joanne had no idea how long this marathon of lovemaking had been going on in her body, she just knew it was longer than she had ever experienced before. Strangely, Adam had looked at his watch when he saw Robert first shove his hard cock into Joanne, so he was well aware that the couple on the bed had just passed the 15 minute mark and were showing no signs of ending it.

Adam wondered how long his wife could endure the pounding of Robert’s cock into her cunt … like a piston in an engine. The boss was so mechanical, running at about 30 thrusts per minute. Joanne was hanging on to Robert’s body, being dragged along a path of rolling and continuous satisfaction. She was beginning to wonder whether this session was ever going to end. Through hazy eyes, she stole a sympathetic glance sideways toward her husband sitting alone on the chair, watching, and was shocked to see him holding his hard cock in his fist, pumping it furiously in search of his release.

Drawing her attention back away from her husband, Robert’s lips sought out Joanne’s again and he secured his mouth to hers, his tongue exploring within hers, stirring this passionate woman still further. She felt the signs of yet another orgasm building and wondered how it could be possible. Her lips broke the kiss to implore him. “Please Robert, just come now, come with me … I’ve got nothing left … I can’t come any more.”

“Of course you can, your beautiful body is full of orgasms” he commanded and demonstrated perfectly by increasing the pace of his thrusts. That was all she would need to trigger her biggest explosion yet. Her pelvis humped up at him, her cunt tempting him to deliver his seed into her.

“No, not yet!” he screamed out desperately. “I don’t want to come yet!” he added as Joanne felt the all too familiar signs of a man’s impending release, his movements quickening but with shorter thrusts. Robert was losing control to the woman beneath him whose cunt gripped his pistoning cock in a velvety glove.

“Fill me up … n-o-w,” she gasped to him quietly, not wanting Adam to hear the passion and lust in her voice.

And he did, Robert’s cock spewed forth its rich creamy fluid, depositing it deep inside her cunt, the spasming release triggering another minor tremor in her loins. Together, their bodies jerked and spasmed around the tight coupling of his cock in her cunt. Joanne slumped back into the bed, Robert falling heavily on top of her, squashing her body flat as his cock pulsed within her, completing the pumping of his last drops into her receptive cunt.

The room was at last silent. Adam had easily managed to beat his hard cock to a satisfactory release, driven to it by watching the spectacle of his beautiful wife giving herself fully and shamelessly to Robert.

Despite her slender but curvaceous body being flattened by Robert’s weight, the two of them on the big round bed slumbered for nearly an hour. The whole time, Adam just sat staring at the couple on the bed, mesmerised by what he had just witnessed. At college, he had once watched a couple fucking and found it quite arousing. But to sit nearby watching while your very own wife – the love of your life – so enthusiastically copulates with your boss, her cunt being plundered by this man … it was strangely awesome, somewhat painful … yet still amazingly arousing to Adam.

It was somewhere around midnight when there was stirring on the bed. Robert rolled off Joanne, allowing her to breathe fully. Her first thought upon opening her eyes was of her cuckolded husband. She turned her head to see him sitting staring sadly at she and Robert, his hand still clutching his now deflated cock.

“Can Adam go now, please?” she turned to Robert, imploring him. “I think he’s seen enough. In fact, he’s seen more than he should have.”

Robert lifted his head to look at Adam still seated facing the bed, cock still in hand and dried cum stains on his clothing. “You can go home if you want, Adam. It looks as if you may have got some satisfaction from what you saw.”

Adam stood, tucked his cock back into his pants and walked to the edge of the bed. He ignored Robert and addressed his wife, “Will you be okay?”

His naked wife lay spent, much of her long flowing red hair was wet, still plastered to her forehead from the sweat and exertion of her marathon session of passion. Her body was wantonly spread across the bed, legs still wide apart from where Robert’s body had lain between them while they slept … her cunt still leaking Robert’s cum. She looked lovingly up at her husband, Adam hoped that the love in those eyes was for him. “Yes darling, I’m okay … and I’m sure that I’ll be fine. You wait at home for me.”

Robert spoke, “I’ll bring her home about 3 tomorrow afternoon. Wait there for us, Adam.”

Adam blew his wife a kiss and turned to leave the room. As he reached the doorway, he turned to take one last look back at his wife, her lover’s hand had already claimed one breast and was fondling it, indicating that he may be about to resume his possession of Joanne. She called out to her departing husband: “I love you Adam.”

Joanne lay on the bed, still exhausted despite her nap, but already enjoying the touch of her new master lover’s hand on her breast, her nipple erecting under his palm. It brought back the memories of the night so far and she turned to Robert when she was comfortable that Adam had left the house, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek and telling him, “That was amazing … no … you are amazing. You just blew my mind away. I have never been loved like that before. It was so hard and furious that I should be sore, but I don’t think I am.” She sent two fingers down to her cunt to test.

“I’m glad you approve. Just give me a couple of minutes, the late show will be starting.”

“What? You’ve got to be kidding. I’ve got nothing left, I am totally exhausted. I’ve never come so much either … each one seemed to roll into the next. At this moment, I am one very satisfied woman.”

“I’m glad … but what did you think happens next? I told you not to expect to sleep tonight. I’m only just getting started.”

“How could you stay up for so long?”

“Just something I’ve worked on most of my life. A long while ago, I decided that making love to women was going to be my number two priority in life … making a heap of money has always been number one for me.”

“Well, you have obviously mastered it, I never knew that any man could go on that long.”

“Thank you! I’m beginning to think that you have led a sheltered sex life with Adam. I can see a very sensual woman emerging.”

Joanne rolled against his warm body and cradled her head into his armpit. She lay still for a while, her eyes looking along his body. She could not believe the reaction in herself. She expected that she would come to this house, into this man’s arms only to fulfil an obligation to help her husband’s career. Along the way, she thought that she might get to compare how another man makes love to a woman, not having experienced anyone else.

But from the moment that Robert had kissed her at the front door, she had been strangely drawn to this man. After the episode with the vibrator in her panties at the dinner table, by the time she reached his bed she knew that she wanted to experience everything he could give her. Maybe Robert’s wife’s words about learning from him had influenced her. Whatever it was, she had loved every moment so far. Now that Adam had gone home, Joanne felt more comfortable in letting Robert have her whenever he wanted until she returned to her husband on Saturday afternoon.

Nestled against his warm shoulder, her eyes looking down his body detected some movement in his cock. She lifted her arm and placed her hand over the object of her interest. At her touch, there was an immediate reaction within his cock. It began to stiffen, prompting Joanne to give it some help, stroking her hand tenderly along his shaft. It took just a couple of minutes to become semi-hard. “Ummm, I like what’s happening!” she told him, lifting her head to look at his face.

“I like too, you gorgeous woman. You are making all the right moves.”

Joanne continued to rub her fingers gently over his cock and it just kept growing. When she had it back to a full-blown erection, she smiled at him and let out a mischievous giggle. Then she raised herself up, throwing one leg across his body to straddle him, not sitting but perching with her cunt just above his proud boner. Her thighs tucked in against his body on either side of his hips, her knees bent with her feet tucked back beside his thighs.

Fixing her eyes on his, a smile on her face, she lowered her body slowly above his until she felt the knob of his cock nudging her spread labia lips, the entrance to her cunt still needing some juice. Several quick strokes along his shaft brought forth the juice that her body needed and now his cock, slick with juices from both of them, was slicing along her pink slit.

Sliding her moist open slit along his shaft, Joanne felt Robert’s fingers at the entrance to her cunt, adjusting the position of his cock and spreading her cunt lips. Then on her next stroke, she realised he had tucked his cock head into the slot that was the opening to her cunt. Switching from sliding along his knob, Joanne stilled her movements and instead pushed her body down hard over his cock, the move welcoming his hard knob into her cunt.

“Aaaahhhh!” she gasped at the feel of his hard cockhead probing into her depths. She pushed her body down on his again and was rewarded when his shaft penetrated half its length into her. “Oh God, that feels incredible!”

“You are all grown up now, Joanne … this one is your game to play. I’m just gonna lie here and enjoy the feel of your body!”

“You lazy man,” she said, giggling as she pressed her body down harder on to him, the velvety lining of her cunt totally enveloping his entire shaft and she let out an expressive sigh of delight.

She was now sitting upright, her arms forward, her hands on his chest, steadying herself as she was held upright in a sitting position on his body by six inches of solid cock wedged tightly up her cunt. Using her hands to help push, her thigh muscles tensed and Joanne raised her body upward until only his cock head was all that remained still tucked inside her.

She smiled down at Robert with surprising affection, inquiring “Does that feel nice?” before letting her body slide back down his hard shaft, slickened by her juices.

“Feels fuckin’ great!” he told her expressively, his eyes half closing in lust, as his cock bottomed out inside her cunt. She paused only long enough to savour the wonderful sensations of being filled by his cock again before pushing her body up and almost clear off him. So the pattern was set with Joanne setting the pace. She maintained long slow up and down movements of her body on his shaft.

She was in no hurry, her movements were slow and deliberate and through the thin membranes within her cunt, she felt every fibre of his hard cock, filling every inch of space inside her, then slipping out as she lifted her body, only to plunge back down over him.

Her pace may have been slow, each drive of his cock probing so deep into her cunt, but it was only a quarter of the speed of when Robert was on top. But her body’s throbbing reaction to the physical sensations of his cock inside her were coming just as quickly as it had been the first time when Robert was calling the shots. She would only have been a few minutes into this slow second fuck when she already felt the pulsing from deep within her, signalling yet another orgasm coming.

The excitement of another sensual release spurred Joanne on to put a stronger effort into each stroke, trying futilely to seduce her new lover into joining her in a rapturous climax. Robert would have none of that as he lay passive beneath her, allowing her to make the running and minimising the stimulation on the sensitive spots on his shaft. He smiled back up at her, silently acknowledging that he knew what she was trying to do.

Her breathing was now in short staccato bursts, and so was her voice. “Come … with me … please come, Robert!”

“Too soon for me, babe! We’ve only just begun, but that’s okay, just let yourself go!”

Joanne tried to keep her eyes open to watch him, but the sensational feelings within her cunt and the emotion of yet another crashing finish forced her eyes shut as her upper body tumbled forward on to his chest. “Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … unnhh!”

But it wasn’t the climax of this session … for either of them. She had orgasmed in another thundering release, but he was still solid and in for the long haul while she selfishly wanted more … and more. After just a couple of minute’s rest, she pushed her upper body upright again, her hands out in front of her, lightly touching his chest. She resumed her up and down movements over his cock.

Now, Robert pushed his hands down to touch her spread thighs, wrapped on the outside of his hips. His fingers gently traced that soft sensitive part of her inner thigh, just where it meets her body. Her loins began tingling. She smiled at him, “You won’t make me come again!”

“You’re a certainty … I would put money on it!”

In no time, her breathing was shortening again. “No, I can’t!”

“Don’t fight it,” Robert increased the pressure on her inner thighs, a finger on each hand stretching to lightly touch the soft sensitive skin just outside her labia as her body rose and fell rapidly over his shaft. The powerful throbbing intensified from deep within her cunt and then with very little warning, there it was again, a spasming explosion that forced her again to fall forward on to Robert’s chest.

“No,” she screamed as it hit. “Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … oh my God, I can’t keep doing this.”

She lay longer this time, savouring every last twitch of the muscles within her cunt and he was content to just lay there, enjoying the clutch of her moist cunt tightly gripping his whole cock. Finally, she pushed her tired body back up again, the movement tightening her cunt’s grip around Robert’s rock-hard cock. “God, you never come, do you?”

“Are you complaining?”

“No way … just an observation.”

The ritual started again. Joanne was tired now, but she was determined to draw the cum up out of this man again. After all, she was on top … she believed that she was in the position of control. Her body pushed itself into action, she drew on her pelvic exercises to try to bring on his release, but he held firm. It took a bit longer for it to happen to her this time, but as inevitably as the sun would rise in the morning, Joanne’s body was soon throbbing and jerking its way to another orgasm. The muscles around her cunt gripped his cock in a vice-like hold attempting to unleash a load of cum from out of his balls.

“Give up?” Robert asked from beneath Joanne, her exhausted body flopping down upon his again.

“I think I’ll have to,” she conceded dreamily.

He gave a little chuckle, then she felt herself being rolled over on to her back. She opened her eyes and smiled contentedly up at Robert as he assumed his position above her, ready for more action, his cock still buried to the hilt in her cunt. Her hands slid up his arms affectionately, feeling the biceps and one hand continued on over his shoulder to cup his head in her hand. Firmly, she pulled on that hand, urging his head down to her nearest breast, where his mouth opened and his lips and tongue devoured it.

For something like a quarter hour, his hard cock never moved, never wilted, just stayed rigid, jammed into her cunt while Robert worked on both breasts until her nipples were sore and until … yes, that now all too familiar tingling and throbbing had started again deep within her cunt. “No … please no … just come for me … please!”

But Robert wasn’t about to come and he had masterfully brought Joanne’s luscious body to the point where she was now orgasming without any movement of his cock … just from his lips and tongue working her nipples into a frenzy while his hard cock was held wedged in her cunt.

Robert allowed her time to recover from her latest release, but Joanne had no idea how many times she had come this night. When her head was clear again, she spoke to him. “I have never had multiple orgasms before. I don’t know why it’s happening with you.”

“I bring out the best in you, babe!”

“You must!” she told him, her eyes closing dreamily to savour the moment as she clamped her vaginal muscles around his cock and lifted her tired legs to again lock over his arse, pinning his body to hers.

She felt his cock starting to move again, the first time his hard shaft had pushed in and out through her cunt since he had rolled her over onto her back some twenty minutes ago.

“Can I have a rest please?”

“No!” he answered firmly, his cock picking up the pace. Joanne didn’t press it, she just settled back on the bed and allowed him to take charge again. This would turn out to be a long one. He had not expended any energy while he lay on his back with Joanne above him, so it was like he was just starting their second fuck of the night.

On the other hand, Joanne’s body was exhausted. From sitting on his cock, having tried to be the dominant partner and from having had four orgasms – and that was just in this session. She had lost count the first time that he was in her.

A gradual build-up as Robert got serious about fucking her, driving each thrust hard into her cunt, only to withdraw right back until only the knob clung to her cunt lips. From his vast experience with women, he knew that he could probably get two or perhaps three more orgasms out of this woman before he would get anywhere near his climax. But he also knew that her body was tiring fast, she had not been loved a lot – or this well in the past. Her reactions indicated that she had obviously never experienced loving on this scale before.

Robert gave up trying to hold back, he plunged hard into Joanne and he allowed himself to savour the delicious feelings of the warm, soft tissue of the walls of her cunt as it rubbed the sensitive underside of his cockhead. His cock surged forward powerfully, urging his balls to release their cargo to him so that he might carry it and deposit his cum inside her cunt. Along the way, Joanne’s body gave up another powerful release, exploding violently on the bed under Robert, who didn’t pause this time. He just powered on to encourage his own finish to come quickly, tagging onto the end of hers, unleashing another torrent of cum into the beautiful redhead whose body responded beneath his.

“Thank God!” she screamed out when she felt his blast of warm cum filling her cunt and she tightened her legs around his butt enthusiastically, her heels kicking on his last thrusting spasms like a jockey urges a thoroughbred until she had milked him dry.

They both slept peacefully, and despite Robert’s wish to continue loving her all night long, they slumbered long through the early pre-dawn hours of the morning.

Chatilla

Chatilla

Part 1 – Border check

Maria and Paul Owen came to the Egyptian border at four in the morning. They were tired, hungry and desperate to enter a relatively civilised country after just travelling the length of the desolate Sudan. They knew that the end of their epic journey across Africa would soon come to an end and they held mixed feeling of regret that they would have to leave this troubled but beautiful continent and relief that they would soon be back home in England with their family. They pulled their Landrover up at the border control and two Arab guards walked over to them casually. In the morning light they where shadowy figures and as they came closer they had dust covered uniforms and old Kaliznakovs haphazardly slung over their shoulders. They checked Paul’s papers but they didn’t immediately let them through and Paul grimaced, wandering if they were going to ask for a bribe.

“These papers not correct sir!” One of the guards said. “We not let you through!”

“These papers are fine!” argued Paul.

“No!” said the Arab shaking his head simply, but not breaking eye contact.

“Look, we are travelling across Africa for charity. We have no money and nothing of any value. I’m asking you with all my heart to make an exception this time.”

The Arab rubbed his chin in mock consideration. Finally he announced. “Ok, I may exception if you make exception.”

“But I have nothing of value.” replied Paul, becoming impatient.

“How about, your wife, you don’t consider her to be of value.”

“Let’s not go there.”

“If she show us her pussy we will let you through.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“We want to see white woman’s pussy before we die. It’s very simple!”

Paul looked at his wife, if she could just flash it to them then could get through and get some sleep and some food.”

“What exactly do you want my wife to do”

The Arab smiled “Come in our guard room and show us pussy so we can masturbate!”

“That’s not going to happen!” said Paul, preparing to turn back.

“We no touch, we just want to see a white pussy eh!”

Paul ignored him and turned the jeep back around.

The Arab shouted after them “Maybe you try Libya eh? It’s just a few thousand miles west of here.”

Paul drove in a rage for about five minutes. He was driving back into the desert, back into empty lands with no technology or edible food. After a time Maria put her hand on his wrist. “Let’s go back!”

“What! Are you crazy?”

“If we go back they might just let us through.”

“They won’t, they’re animals!”

“Well then I’ll just have to do it.”

“What?”

“We don’t have much choice. As long as they don’t touch me, I’ll just have to close my eyes or something.” she laughed without any humour.

Paul stopped the truck and took a deep breath before turning it around, hoping that something would happen on the way to get him out of this situation. “What if they try to touch you?”

“I’ll scream out! Don’t worry about it. It’s just a bit humiliating that’s all.”

Maria cursed herself for putting on makeup that morning. Why on Earth she has decided to do such a thing in the middle of the desert was beyond her. She was a thirty two year old housewife, five foot eight, with a slim but curvy build, a pale complexion, large, firm breasts and shoulder length natural blonde hair. It had often been commented that she resembled Scarlett Johanson though she would never make such claims herself. Now she cursed herself wondering if she had just tried to keep her head down and look as plain as possible, whether she would have slipped through.

As the Landrover bore down on the border post the two Arabs came back and were smiling happily.

“You change your mind?” said the chief one as the vehicle pulled up.

“Look is this really necessary?” pleaded Paul.

“Necessary? Yes!” he replied feigning stupidity.

Maria got out of the Landrover before she lost her nerve. The chief Arab made to follow her whilst the other one stayed with the Vehicle, leering at Paul.

Maria walked to the dusty, dirty hut of the two guards and the Arab opened the door for her to enter. She ducked in and walked into the small, cramp room.

“Ok you sit on that table, facing me!” said the Arab grinning. He suddenly pulled his penis out deftly and stood about two feet in front of her. It was an average size penis, rock hard with the Arabs obvious enjoyment of this scenario.

“Ok now take off your boots, sock, trousers and panties.”

“How about I just show it to you?”

“You want to go through the border or not?”

Maria obliged, feeling absurd for obeying this man. She slipped off her foot wear and then pulled down her trousers as the Arab masturbated in front of her. Her smooth, white legs were laid bare to him and he began to quicken his pace. She grabbed her knickers and pulled them off too, then closed her legs and sat before him. “Open your legs I need to see your pussy” He commanded.

She obliged.

“You’re beautifully white and your blonde hair matches downstairs eh!” He commented and she ignored him, looking at the floor.

“Look me in the eye!” He commanded and she forced her eyes to look up to his leering stare.

“You do it!” He commanded suddenly after stopping masturbating himself. She shook her head but he came closer, grabbing her hand and placing it on his penis before she could think. She just let him guide her hand over his sweaty penis and down to his testicles which he made her feel. Then he made her masturbate him. This went on for a minute or so. Then he grabbed her other hand and moved it to her vagina. He picked a finger and inserted it into her. She was obviously dry and so he pulled out the finger and stuck it in his mouth. The situation was becoming increasingly out of Maria’s control but she didn’t know what to do about it. All she knew was that her husband was virtually at gun point outside. The Arab brought her finger back down and inserted it into her vagina again. This time it slipped in and out a little smoother and after another minute or so her finger was replaced by his, which she pretended not to have noticed. Now his penis was less than a foot away from the entrance to her vagina and she was well out control of what might happen. He was finger fucking her with three fingers now and her vagina was making embarrassing slurping noises as she was slowly masturbating her tormentor without his assistance. His free hand was now squeezing her bum provocatively. The Arab spat on his penis and then into her hand as she continued to masturbate him off. Then she felt the inevitable three fingers open up her vagina and his penis come closer and slip into it. The head sat inside her for a moment and he rubbed it up and down the outside before pushing it into her in one thrust. She looked up at the ceiling, not able to look at him as he sighed deeply with his penis going in her and his head rested on her shoulder as both of his hands grappled her bum cheeks to pull her closer to him. He pulled almost all of the way out and then thrust back in again. For Maria the feeling was strange as she had never felt another penis other than her husbands, but it wasn’t a rape as such and she couldn’t help herself becoming sensitive to this strangers cock. If you are to have a massage that you don’t want, as long as you relax to some extent you will still enjoy it and your muscles will still feel lighter afterwards.

He continued to fuck her obviously soaking pussy for a short time and after several deep thrusts she felt the Arabs penis erupt inside her, filling her deeply with his semen. He thrust into her several more times before pulling out. He put away his penis and muttered “Thankyou!” before leaving the hut.

There was a minutes silence during which Maria sat stock still, trying to get her head around what had just happened. Then the door opened again. It was the second Arab and he whipped out his penis without delay. This one could apparently not speak any English and he took hold of Maria by the hips and spun her around so that she was bent over the table. He stuck his hand into her vagina and was obviously impressed at his comrades deposit because he laughed to himself. Then he put his own penis slowly into Maria’s vagina. She grabbed the edge of the table to brace herself as it entered her deeply. This man was a bigger than the first and than her husband and his penis stretched her insides. With one hand the Arab stretched around and began playing with Maria’s clitoris. With the other he stretched up and underneath her top to grope her breasts. He began to fuck her doggy style, using various violent strokes whilst his hands explored all of Maria’s sacred parts. They squeezed her nipples, rubbed her shoulders, graced her thighs, tickled her clitoris and as his fucking of her became more urgent he had one of his fingers in her anus whilst his other hand violently hung on to her right breast. He slammed into her again and came, as he twisted his finger in her anus. She felt a combination of pain and pleasure and was certain that she too had cum. The Arab pulled out of her and hiked up her stiff body by the back of her top. He span her around and she dropped to her knees in front of him which is what he apparently intended as his penis immediately entered her open mouth. She tasted his semen and bawked. He pulled it out for a moment and then stuck it back in. It seemed that he only wanted her to clean his penis off rather than give him a blowjob. When his penis was clean of semen he slapped her lightly on the face three times in some sort of gratitude, then put his penis away and left. She took a few minutes to get her wits back and she pounced over to her clothes. She tried to let as much of the semen as she could seep out of her before putting her clothes back on and she used her knickers to wipe much of the rest away. She got dressed and threw the knickers in the corner. She took a deep breath, then went out in the morning sunshine. The two guards were enjoying a cigarette and waved goodbye to her. She ignored them and tried to remain calm and focused. She didn’t want Paul to know any of this. She had done what she had to do and that was it. It was over and would now be forgotten.

“Are you ok?” Asked Paul and she nodded with a convincing smile.

“Yes. Now lets get the Hell out of this dump before anything else happens.”

The landrover started up and quickly they sped off and into Egypt.

*

Part 2 – Enter the Cobra

Maria looked up as the door opened. A young, handsome Egyptian came in dressed in a smart suit. She stood and shook his hand.

“My name is Aswan Al Faday and I’m holding you for questioning regarding an incident with two of our guards yesterday.”

Maria was shocked. ‘How had they found out?’ She asked herself, but to no avail.

“What can you tell us about the incident Mrs Owen?”

Maira paused, she had hope to forget about the whole thing, to bury it inside her skull as one horrid memory she would never have to face. But now, there was no running away from it. “I was raped!” She finally whispered.

There was no response from Aswan, he just gazed at the floor, seemingly angry.

“I was raped by two soldiers.” she said, afraid he hadn’t heard her.

“Well unfortunately that is not what we have heard. We have heard that in fact you and your husband have played a somewhat sordid game with our armed forces. We have learned that you were pimped out to the soldiers in some sort of racket to get you across the border illegally and as we are informed, a soldier is quoted to have said that you wished to sample some Egyptian goods.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Mrs Owen we do not take incidents like this lightly. Although we may appear to you as unorganised and even uncivilised the government of Egypt will not tolerate open displays of dissent and disobedience, even with its western visitors.”

“I’m telling you I was raped.”

“Mrs Owen we have the word of two of our professional soldiers that you went into a guard house with them and willingly got undressed and even folded your clothes and sat on a table before opening your legs for them one at a time… We have CCTV footage of you willingly going into the guard hut…”

“I had no choice! I didn’t want them to rape me!”

Alright Mrs Owen have it your way.” He pulled a pen and paper out and said “Tell me what happened.”

Maria described the events and was horrified that this man wanted to know all of the sordid details, even whether the soldiers came into her and how she felt throughout the ordeal. He asked if she had told her husband and she told him the truth that she hadn’t. The man finished his report of the incident and sat down on a couch facing her. Maria held her head in her hands, contemplating the situation and trying to understand what was going on. She had been in their hotel and doing a good job of forgetting the previous days events. Paul had gone out to get some cigarettes and almost immediately plain clothed police officers had come to their room and arrested her on some sort of military charge which she didn’t understand. They had barely let her leave a message for her husband before dragging her off and taking her to a government building. Then he was left in this room for half an hour and when finally somebody came to see her she was given this baffling accusation. She waited patiently for the man to speak and eventually he sighed “Mrs Owen, I’ll be frank and tell you that I don’t know what to do from here. I mean this would certainly seem harsh if what you say is true and we accuse you of virtually the opposite. But you must understand that in Egypt there is a power struggle between the military and the civil factions of the government. I sympathise with you but there are men who would send you jail regardless of if they believed you or not.”

“Send me to jail?”

“I’m afraid that’s what we could be talking of for both yourself and your husband! The military faction will go out of its way to override the civil faction on any issue especially one involving a foreign body.”

“But what for? You can’t just send someone to jail over an accusation.”

“An accusation from two soldiers is seen as far more legitimate than that of two foreigners. The military would love to prove their might and make an example if you understand me! Especially considering you’re a Westerner and they know it may therefore harm the tourism industry which is our main source of income.”

Maria rolled her eyes, suddenly wanting desperately to be back home. “What can we do?”

Aswan hesitated for a time, then finally spoke “Well, we have been searching for an ally for some time. Especially for a foreign ally which we could use against them. This would make it far harder for them to track.”

“What would you have me do?”

“There is a long history for sleaze and corruption in the military faction. We have long tried to infiltrate and take advantage of this but they have always found our traps. We would give you a full guarantee of safety and freedom if you would help us.”

“You want to pimp me out?”

“This is a very important role for you and could bring enormous rewards. It could change the course of Egyptian history and set an entire nation on the right path. To bring down those who would destroy my country from the inside I would do anything but I’m incapable, so I am asking you.”

Maria sat back in her chair, thinking of the horrible situation she was in and thinking of a dark, sweaty Egyptian jail. She pictured the room were she had sex with those two soldiers and jumped up “Okay, I’ll bloody do it!”

Aswan nodded “Firstly you will fill in these forms for me.”

She took a handful of forms and set about signing her life away. Aswan sat back and watched intently.

Another half an hour passed and Maria was finished. She handed the forms to Aswan who thanked her. There was a moments silence before Aswan spoke again. “You understand what you will have to do?”

“Yes.” She replied meekly.

“And you understand that you will have to do it convincingly?”

“Yes.”

“Then would you mind if we made certain of that?”

“How?”

“You would pretend I was one of the military faction now and act as you would when we put you in the field.”

“What do I do?”

“We have just had drinks, you are an English business woman selling old soviet weapons for a good fee. You want to sell and they want to buy but they are, as always difficult and it will take some extra convincing for them, me, to sign.”

“Okay I understand!” she sighed with resignation.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Maria stood up, somewhat shaky.

“Take off your clothes… slowly”

Maria firstly took off her top, then slipped her trousers down her legs. She stood before Aswan in her underwear. She looked at him as if for a cue. He simply nodded and she took of her bra and her knickers and placed them on the floor. Now she stood completely naked before him. Aswan’s face was unreadable as he said “Turn around!”

Again Maria did as bid.

“Bend over!”

She bent over and remained there in silence for a few moments.

“Get on your knees and crawl over to me and take out my penis.”

She slowly and awkwardly got down onto her knees and crawled over to him red faced with embarrassment. She unzipped his trousers and reached inside. She took hold of his erect penis and slowly pulled it out. She kept it her hand and looked into his eyes.

“Kneel on the couch, above my penis.” She knelt above him. “Stick my penis into your vagina.”

She took the head of his penis and stuck into the entrance of her vagina. She rubbed it up and down at the opening and was surprised to find that she was wet. She sat down on his penis and it slipped easily into her. They both gasped and she remained still, with the penis fully imbedded on her.

“Ride it!”

She began to slowly move up and down on the penis, wandering why on Earth she was doing this but at the same time enjoying the erotic feelings flowing through her. Giving herself to this man opened up a cavern of emotion within her that had somehow remained closed for her entire life until yesterday. ‘

‘Yes!’ She thought as she continued to fuck Aswan ‘I enjoyed getting fucked yesterday just as I’m enjoying this! Oh my God it feels so good.! How had I not seen it? I feel so alive!”

She rode Aswan’s penis for around ten minutes without touching him other than sitting on his penis. Eventually Aswan leant forward and kissed her passionately. She responded and after a few more moments she felt him buck inside her and his semen flowing into her womb. She came herself and moaned lowly. Aswan motioned for her to get off him and she obeyed. Maria stood up with shaky legs and several globs of semen dropped down from her vagina as she stood up.

“We must start immediately!” announced Aswan. “Go into the bathroom and freshen up, then put on the clothes that are there waiting for you. Discard all of your other clothes.”

Maria picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom. She got a shower and gently cleaned the sweat of her skin and Aswan’s sperm from her vagina. She got out of the shower and realised she was still in some sort of sexual trance. ‘What am I doing?’ she asked herself aloud. ‘I’ve become a slut!’

She continued to dry herself. ‘No, I’m doing this because I have to. I have no other choice!’ she decided, forcing herself to believe it. There was a black dress hanging up and she walked over to it. She ran her hand down the length of the material. It was soft, smooth and felt very expensive. There was also a padded black bra, a pair of black shoes and a pair of black stockings, but no knickers. She put the outfit on and put her old clothes in the bin as ordered by Aswan. She fixed her hair and attended to her make-up then went back into the room. Aswan was waiting for her. When he saw her, he nodded in apparent approval. He walked up to her and unceremoniously put his hand under the dress. Maria didn’t flinch a muscle as he hand invaded her. She thought he was going to finger her and part of her wanted him to. But he didn’t, he just softly ran his fingers across the outside of her vagina.

“Good!” He said, seemingly impressed that she had not put on her old knickers. “Now…” He began “You will follow me and I will lead you to a room. In that room there is a man. You will walk up to him, get on you knees and take out his penis. He’s not expecting you but he won’t refuse you. You will proceed to give him oral sex, and I want you to swallow his sperm because I want you clean and ready for the next job. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” Maria replied, her face flushed and her breathing deep. She didn’t really understand what was happening but she was feeling the beginnings of excitement at the prospect of performing oral sex on a stranger.

Aswan nodded again and walked out of the room. Maria humbly followed him. They went into a corridor and took a few minutes turning various corridors before they came to another simple door which could have easily been the same room they had just left. Aswan pointed his finger at the door and continued to walk.