Wife sharing stories

Neighbors Son & My Drunk Wife Maria

With the events from the previous weekend still in our minds we decided to

just take it easy this weekend and hangout in our yard by the pool,

barbequing and chilling over a few drinks. It was to be just me and her

trying to come up with a new plan for her to exercise more cock!

Bye the way, if you don’t know what I’m talking about maybe you should

read our first story ‘Football and my Drunk Wife Maria’, and maybe take a

peek at our bio as well, there’s a great picture of Maria there so you’ll know

what the guys have been enjoying!

Anyway back to us being in our yard chilling. It was a beautiful day, the

temperature outside was in the high nineties with no clouds and no

humidity. Maria was wearing a string bikini with a tiny top that was straining

to contain her big tits and almost revealing her nipples. The bottom was

just a g-string. I kept telling her to just go topless to avoid tan lines but she

wouldn’t because she was afraid that the neighbours wives would start

talking about her. Strangely, she didn’t seem at all bothered about the

husbands getting an eyeful!

After a while, Maria told me she was getting a bit hungry so I walked over

to the BBQ to fire it up. As I was doing this I heard my neighbors son

saying ‘Hello’ over the fence. I looked over the fence to say ‘Hi’ and found

him and his friend also having a BBQ and a few cold beers. I told them it

was a perfect day for cold ones and a BBQ and they both agreed. They

asked me if I wanted to shoot some hoops with them but I declined

because it was way to hot for that! I told them if they wanted to use our

pool to cool off after playing they were more then welcome. With thanks

they said that they might have to take me up on my offer. I looked over

towards Maria and she gave me a weird look, which I returned with a big

smile and a wink. In the past I have seen the neighbors son peeping through

his window or from behind the fence sneaking peeks at Maria when she’s

tanning in the yard. I think he was stroking when I saw him at his window

watching her, but I’m not sure. I put a couple steaks on for us, we ate them

in the yard and continued to drink ice cold Coronas (I even had the limes in

the bottle!).

As we were eating I asked her if she felt like doing some teasing and

playing with them if they came to use the pool.

“Absolutely!” she said with a big grin,”I’m getting wet just thinking about



The neighbors son is called Jack, I would guess he’s in his late teens. He

has a good build being a jock that plays a lot of sports. Maria thinks that

he’s very cute. I started to tell her about the times that I saw him peeking at

her, but she just laughed and said there’s been way more than two times,

she said there were at least twenty times when I was at work that she knew

he was watching her! She surprised me by telling me about one time that

she knew he was watching her while she was tanning her back with her top

undone so that he could see the side bulge of her big tits (he thought she

was sleeping but she had her sunglasses on and was staring right back at

him!). She said that she pretended to wake up by stretching her arms out

and turned over without fastening her top and sat on the lounger topless,

rubbing lotion all over her tits. She continued slowly and erotically until she

heard his mother calling him inside to eat lunch.

She lay there knowing that nobody could see her unless they were upstairs

looking out. Eventually, she saw Jack appear at the window. She continued

rubbing the lotion on her tits and nipples hoping that he was jerking himself

off looking at her. She’s pretty sure that he was! After a few minutes she

got up still topless and walked into the house to cool off before any other

neighbors spotted her. She told me that she got herself off in the shower

thinking about him jerking off to her!

‘Are they gonna come use our pool Hon?’ she asked.

‘Well, I’ve invited them and they seemed keen!’

‘Great, do you think I should go put the even smaller bikini on?’

It’s of those Brazilian bikinis that are like dental floss, its a light yellow

color that becomes transparent when wet.

‘Yeah, go put it on!’

She ran in the house and when she came out a few minutes later she looked

amazing. She was carrying a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses.

Placing them on the table, she said, ‘O.K. Hon, lets party!’

We did a shot each and decided to go in the pool because it was getting

even hotter out and we needed to cool off. The water was very cold so

when she dived in not only did her top fall off her tits, her nipples became

rock hard. She let out such a loud scream from the shock of the cold water

that Jack and his friend looked over the fence and asked if everything was

O.K. The look on there faces was priceless because she didn’t notice that

her tits were exposed and she was walking up the steps of the pool to get

herself a towel. She suddenly noticed them staring at her nugget nipples

and quickly wrapped the towel around herself. Once they had recovered,

they asked me if they could come and take a dip in the pool, offering to

bring their cooler with beers.

I said, ‘Sure come hangout for awhile’.

‘Hey, thanks man, we’ll be around in a few minutes, well just get our swim

shorts on!’


I got out of the pool and grabbed another beer before sitting down on the

lounger next to Maria.

‘That was a great idea, loosing your top like that so they could get an eyeful

of your tits.’

She just laughed and said she really didn’t know. She removed the towel

and adjusted the top of her bikini to cover her tits,( the top barely extends

over her nipples so with the slightest move you could see her areolas.) I

told her that I would follow her lead in playing with them, whatever she

wanted to do I was all for it. She just gave me an impish smile.

After about ten minutes they came walking into the yard carrying their

cooler that was stuffed with Coronas. As they sat down with us I asked

them if they wanted to do a shot of tequila, to which they readily agreed.

Jack introduced us to his friend Billy, and as we chatted I noticed them

constantly glancing at Marias bikini top. It dried up so wasn’t see through

anymore but they kept looking anyway hoping for one of her nipples to slip

loose from under the thin material. We chatted for a little while doing a few

more shots until all of us were really sweating from the heat and alcohol.

Maria then suggested that we play pool volleyball. They seemed really keen

on that idea so Maria asked them to set up the net while she went to the

bathroom. The remaining three of us went in the pool and started setting up

the net waiting for Maria to come out so we could start the match. Finally

she came out but chose not to dive into the pool this time, instead she just

walked in taking the safe way so her top didn’t fly off again which

disappointed us all! Maria asked what the teams were going to be so I told

Jack to choose whoever he wanted as a partner, the kid wasn’t stupid, he

chose Maria! We also had the floating raft with slots for our drinks

bobbing around near us.

Maria started acting a little tipsy and giggling like a little girl. They served

first and when I hit it back Maria dived for the ball and missed, submersing

herself in the water, getting her top soaked and knocking the top to the right

exposing one of her nipples( which was what I was planning when I hit it

far to her left). She acted like she didn’t notice it happened and left it like

that, I saw Billy readjusting his dick in his shorts, he must have been as

hard as a rock by now! They won the first game and Maria gave Jack a

high five and a hugged him rubbing her bare nipple on his chest, she was

acting really happy because she won the game. He had a real shocked and

amazed look on his face when she did that. She just looked down and

laughed, sayings ‘Oops’ when she noticed her nipples was out and fixed

her top up again. It didn’t really matter though, because her nipples were

still clearly visible with the top being wet anyway. We played a few more

games then Maria said she wanted to tan while the sun was still out. Both of

them just stopped and watched her ass wiggle in her g-string as she

climbed the pool steps and sauntered over to the lounge chair. I climbed

out and joined Maria, noticing that the bottom of her bikini also was see

through and you could clearly see her pussy lips, it was obvious that it was

clean shaven! I think they also noticed, when they approached us, both of

them moved their chairs to where they would have a clear view until the sun

dried the bikini again. I could tell Jack wasn’t too comfortable and was

shifting in his seat trying not to show that his cock was making a tent in his

shorts. Maria had her sunglasses on so they couldn’t tell where her eyes

were looking but I knew she was staring at the bulge in his shorts.

It was time for her to put on a little show so she grabbed the suntan lotion

and started applying it on her legs and moving up her body real slowly. As

she did so, their eyes were glued to her. When she moved up to her chest,

they looked away so as not make it obvious, but when they noticed I

wasn’t paying attention to them they stared again and boy did she rub the

lotion on slowly when she got to her breasts! She was even sliding her

hands under the top of her bikini while lifting it with her free hand, exposing

some nipple. When I stole a glance at her I could see that not only were her

hard nipples pushing her top out an inch, but I also noticed the moisture

building in the bottom of her bikini, she was getting very aroused teasing


The more Maria drank the more daring she was getting. When the boys

realised that, they kept asking us to do another shot, or if we wanted

another beer. We rarely refused, but I think they were getting more drunk

than we were even though Maria was acting way more drunk than all of us.

(she’s good at that) Then she turned over laying on her front and asked me

to put lotion on her back. I of course, refused, I knew she would ask one

of them to do it if I said no. She did! She asked them if one of them would

mind putting lotion on her back and they both said yes immediately! That

was pretty funny, I thought they were gonna fight each other for the job!

Billy grabbed the bottle first and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. He

asked her where she wanted him to put it.

“On my back, Billy, but untie the string firsts because I don’t want a tan


His hands were shaking a bit when he reached to untie it, when he finally

got it undone she said,

“You forgot the string by my neck, silly.”

She reached back and undid it lifting herself off the chair enough that both

her tits and nipples were both clearly visible.

She put her arms by her side when he started to apply the lotion, and then

moved them above her head. As she did so she lightly grazed the front of

his shorts hitting his stiff dick on the way.

He had the weirdest look on his face when she did that! When he had

finished with her back she told him that he forgot to do her sides, so he

quickly put more lotion on his hands and started to work it on her sides

and clearly rubbing the swell of her tits as he reached toward her

underarms, he kept going from her waist to right below her arms. As he

was going back up she reached toward the table to grab her beer, lifting

herself off the chair and exposing her full breasts again.

Billy just rubbed his hand across her nipple, then she lay back down

catching his hand between her bare breast and the lounge chair.

“Oh, sorry Billy, I crushed your hand!” she giggled.

Jack was watching this happen and looked so jealous that it wasn’t him

applying the lotion.

As she lay there, her ass looked like she was naked because you could

barely see the g-string that was between her ass cheeks.

The moment was spoiled when we heard Jack’s mom calling his name. He

had to go so he told Billy to come with him and said they would be right

back. When they had walked away Maria told me she was feeling really

horny. She laughed at how Billy’s hands were trembling when he was

putting the lotion on her and how she got his hand stuck between her breast

and the lounger.

With excitement in her voice she told me she had a plan. She wanted me to

act like I was passing out later, and then to just follow her lead.


Billy and Jack came back after about fifeteen minutes. Jack said that his

parents just wanted to say bye because they were going to visit his sister

and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

We had a few more drinks until early evening. Maria winked at me so I

could tell that she was ready, so I started acting like I was passing out on

the chair, closing my eyes as though I was about to fall asleep. The sun

was going down and it was getting darker out. Maria said she wanted to get

a robe because it was getting chilly. She tied her bikini top back on clearly

acting very drunk while she did so, allowing them more l’accidental’ looks

at her lovely big tits. Maria got up and looked at me. Slurring her words,

she called my name and shook me but I didn’t respond. She told them that

when I drink like that I usually pass out and never get up, telling them that

they would have to give her a hand getting me into the house. She said she

would be right back and stumbled her way indoors.

Jack and Billy both tried to wake me up but I played dead. They laughed,

saying I was out for the count, then, thinking that I was asleep they started

talking about Maria as I lay there listening.

“Dude, is she ever hot, and those big tits! Man, if I were married to that I’d

be fucking it twenty times a day!” panted Jack.

“Yeah, but I think she likes me, did you noticed how she trapped my hand

under her tit? They are so big and firm, I’d just love to get my dick jammed

between them when they’re all oiled up!”

Then I noticed the light go on in our downstairs guest room, the curtains

were completely open on the sliding doors that entered the bedroom from

the backyard. I saw Maria stumbling around in the bedroom, they also

noticed this and looked back at me again, shaking me to see if I would get

up. I still had my sunglasses on so they couldn’t see me peeping at them.

Jack grabbed Billy’s arm and led him over to the bedroom window

watching Maria in the room. She stumbled toward the bathroom and they

watched her sitting on the toilet taking a leak. When she left the bathroom

her bikini was off and she was looking for her robe in the closet.

Billy and Jack were nudging each other excitedly.

“Wow, she is so hot!” said Jack.

“Sure is dude, and fucking naked too, My dick can’t take much more of


I watched them rubbing their dicks as Maria grabbed her thin silky robe off

the hanger, then stumbled back acting drunk. Knowing they were watching

her, she fell back on the floor, laying there completely naked with her eyes

closed for a few minutes.

Billy nudged Jack again.

“Look at her,she’s as drunk as he is!”

“Yeah but much hotter then him!”

They both laughed, then Jack said,

“Lets go in and help her, at least I will be able to grab a handful of her tits

like you did!”

Jack pulled on the sliding door and it opened. I heard Jack asking her if she

was O.K.

He gave a furtive look at me over his shoulder and then reached down and

began rubbing her tits. He bent over and was about to kiss one of her

nipples when she opened her eyes. In a very drunk voice she asked what

happened. They told her that they had seen her fall over and came into see

if she was O.K.

Maria started to try and stand up, suddenly gasping as though she had only

just noticed that she was naked. She made a play of trying to cover herself

with her hands as she staggered around. Eventually she pulled her robe on

and came out into the yard. Looking down at me she called over to them

that I was still out cold and that they should help get me inside. As they

walked back into the yard, I noticed that her robe was tied so loosely that it

was opening and closing showing off her great body as she moved around.

They came over to me and Maria told them to carry me into the room.

They pretended to try and get me up, but without much effort they gave

up, saying I was way too heavy. They apologized to Maria saying that they

were too drunk, well, they were drunk but they could have tried a bit

harder! Maria came over next and tried to pull me up, giving me a little

smirk knowing that I was looking right at her even though I had my

sunglasses on. She tried to pull me up but fell back as though she had

slipped. Falling back onto the chair, her robe opened again completely. Her

eyes fluttered as though she was about to feint and she asked for help. Jack

and Billy both rushed to help her up, catching a little feel of her tits as they

did so. When they got her back onto her feet, she made no attempt to

close her robe and Jack asked her where she wanted to go.

“Take me to the bedroom,” she slurred, “I need to get some sleep, God

I’m so drunk!”

Jack was leading her back through the sliding doors when he whispered to

Billy to go next door and get his camera from his room.

“Hey, good idea man!” said Billy and he ran off.

Jack got her into the room and I saw him holding her up and kissing her

neck while she pretended to zone in and out. Billy came back a few minutes

later. He fumbled with the camera for a few seconds before he started

shooting pictures. She was standing there with her robe open as Jacks

hands wandered freely over her body.

Jack looked down at Maria,

“Hey Maria, what do you want me to do, were in your room now?”

Maria gave a slurred thank you.

“You are such a nice kids, let Maria give you a kiss on the cheek.”.

When she went to kiss his cheek he turned to put his mouth over hers,

sticking his tongue deep into her mouth. She pushed him off sharply,

“My husband will kill you, you dirty little boy!”

Jack grabbed her and kissed her again, she pushed him off once more, this

time falling back onto the bed. In a flash Jack was on top of her and started

mauling her tits and squeezing her nipples while trying to kiss her, asking if

she liked her nipples pulled.

Meanwhile, Billy was still snapping away at the action with one hand and

rubbing his dick with the other. Maria let out a loud moan when he pulled

and squeezed her nipples roughly, he was trying to kiss her but she was

pushing him off. Jack then slipped a few fingers into her wet pussy and

started finger fucking her.

This time she moaned again.

“Oh my God! …Stop, you can’t do this. Oh my God!”

“Shut up! You know you’re loving it!” snapped Jack.

“You’ve been teasing us since we got here, you know you want some nice

stiff cock.

Billy moved in with the camera taking close ups of Jack’s finger going in

and out of her pussy, meanwhile,Jack stopped, got up and starting taking

his shorts off. Maria was trying to get up again.

“No boys, you know you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Keep her there Billy.” Jack instructed.

Billy quickly pushed her onto her back again, and holding her down with

one hand he started to help himself to her wobbling tits.

Having discarded his shorts, Jack came back, pushed her legs apart apart

and buried his face, kissing and licking wildly at her wet pussy.

Maria was still wriggling, hollering and pretending to fight them off.

“Hey Billy, shut her up, she’s screaming too loud man.”

Billy tried to kiss her to cover her mouth, but she kept moving it away from

his, still yelling for them to get off.

Jack got up and began rubbing his swollen dick around her moist velvety

pussy lips. In one quick motion he was in and fucking her with long hard


“There you go lady, you want me to get off, well, that’s just what I’m gonna

do, right up inside you, you’re gonna love this!”

Jack started to fuck her real good now, bouncing around the bed as he put

all his weight behind each thrust.

I could tell Maria was loving it as she started moaning in between telling

them to stop. She wasn’t very convincing, and there was no way they were

going to listen to her now anyway! As Jack continued to work his dick into

her, Billy stood over her on the bed and pulled his shorts down. A cock

twice the size of Jack’s sprang out, already dripping with his pre-cum!

Maria looked up with a sort of ‘Oh my God’ look on her face when she

saw it. She reached up and closed her fingers around his dick, he went

down on his knees as she guided it towards her mouth.

She was wanking him and licking his balls, then she slipped her mouth over

the dome and sucked it all in, deep throating him all the way to his balls and

nearly gagging when it was all the way in.

“Billy looked towards Jack, who was still fucking away between her legs.

“Look at the way she’s sucking on this, she can’t get enough cock! …Man!

…That feels so good dude!”

Jack just stared at the way she was sucking on Billy’s big dick as he

continued to hump her. Suddenly, I saw him start to shake and groan as he

let his balls empty their hot load deep inside my wife!

As he eased his spent cock from her pussy, Maria immediately said to


“Please Billy, get down there and fuck me hard with that big hard cock!”

He didn’t need telling twice! As he started putting it in I knew he was

stretching her out because of the way she was moaning and panting. Once

it was up to the hilt, he started to build up the pace, fucking her like there

was no tomorrow! Marie was really moving her hips and getting into it, at

that pace he couldn’t last too long though, within a few minutes he was also

spraying his cum deep inside her. They both lay there panting for a bit, until

Billy pulled his big dick out with a loud sucking gurgle. Jack and Billy took

turns in kissing her, before quickly leaving and scurrying back to Jack’s


I waited a few minutes before I got up and went in the house, just in case

they saw me. When I entered the bedroom, Maria was still sprawled on the

bed wearing nothing but a big satisfied grin.

“How was the show Hon? she asked.

I waved my stiff dick towards her.

“Just great baby, but now you can slow down and deal with this, It’s my

turn now you’re all warmed up, and I’ve got all night!”


Lesley and Dennis

Lesley and Dennis. True story!

My wife met Lesley at Primary school walking our boys to school, often

walking there and back together. Later, I met her, then her husband Dennis.

Lesley was not a very attractive woman, overweight, rather like a ball! She

did not try to look good and had a huge chip on her shoulder about men in


One evening, we had a small party to try out some homemade beer I had

brewed; my first! Dennis, my inspiration, had made it before and his beer is

quite pleasant. The problem is that home brewing makes strong beer!

Lesley, on this occasion wore her hair loose; naturally curly and long it

looked nice and I told her so. This time, she did not return a cutting

comment and so we chatted for a longer time than normally. When Dennis

joined us, we talked about beer making and in particular, the brew he has

going at home now.

“You must come down and try it later Bruce!” he said, as he usually does

imitating an Ozzy and calling me Bruce. (A la Monty Python)

Later that evening I felt that Lesley was becoming quite flirty with me and

this was something I enjoyed. When she left with Dennis, I gave her hug

and she responded positively; no negative, anti-male comments all evening!

Many months later, I visited their home, close to mine where Dennis and I

shared a glass of his latest brew; Lesley joined us after putting the kids to

bed. She has lost a lot of weight and looks very different. She still cuts men

off when they talk to her, so my compliments to her were given with some


“Thank you!” she said smiling back to me when I told her that she looks so


“She is fantastic!” Dennis said, joining in the praise for his wife.

She responded well to all of this and it made me feel comfortable.

“You look very sexy Les’.” I said the words that Dennis uses when he flirts

with her, usually when I or other friends are around…

Many weeks later, Lesley asked me over to see her new darkroom. I also

had a darkroom and she has extended her interest in photography to

developing, using B&W. Dennis was chattering excitedly about the work

he has done to convert an old cupboard while she and I went inside to

check that it is lightproof. Dennis has to remain outside, as there is no

room for him.

Lesley and I stand by the bench and prepare to turn off the lights. It often

takes five minutes to get accustomed to darkness. After this time, we may

see light leaking in. While we wait in the dark, Dennis cracks jokes about

what we might be doing together in the dark. We make jokes in return and I

made some comments that were not jokes! I reached out to her and pulled

her close to me.

Lesley did not resist, nor did she respond when I pulled her chest to mine

and enjoyed the feel of her breasts on mine, soft now after loosing so much

weight. She whispered to me, “Don’t start anything you can’t finish!” but

remained in my arms, floppy, like a doll. Instantly, my tool started to tingle.

I sensed the meaning in her words, even though we could not “finish” in

this situation. I held her still for a few seconds, allowing my fingers to slip

through the very loose-knit wool of her old, too-large jumper. My finger

tips stroked her back softly, I whispered to her, “I haven’t started anything


I felt stupid after saying this; it was a spontaneous thing but senseless.

After a minute, we began talking to Dennis about the standard of the light

seal around the doorway. Then we opened the door and joined him, over

doing the response of our eyes to the brightness of the kitchen. I felt it was

obvious to Dennis that we had been flirting in there.

“She’s a lucky woman!” He said to us, “having a darkroom to play in!”

I was ready to own up but he did not proceed with this chat. We went on

to the cellar area where his beer is maturing. Lesley joined us in a glass of

strong ale, after a few sips, Dennis went on to tease his wife about her

appearance as she has lost so much weight.

“You gotta say it mate,” he nudged me, “she is looking good lately! Her

clothes don’t fit anymore but it is worth buying new for her.”

I nodded and heartily agreed with him, my head full of passionate

possibilities about her. I looked closely at her as she stood before us,

lifting her arms and spinning slowly, as if to allow us to inspect her.

Her woolly jumper used to fit her but now it is too loose, but it still looks

good. I can see her bra clearly under the woolly material, through the very

large holes in the knit. Her belly still has a swell as do her hips, thighs and

buttocks. Strangely, it is her bust that has lost so much weight. Her breasts

used to stick far out in front of her, firm and raised, but now, much smaller

they have a natural shape.

She wears a long skirt, as usual not ironed. “I do not do ironing!” she often

proclaims, “if you want ironed clothes, do it yourself!”

Many months went by and often, when we meet, Dennis tells me that

Lesley has a bit of a fancy for me. Today, he says that he and Lesley have

been chatting about things. I let the comment go by; hoping he meant that

they had been talking about letting Les and I share the darkroom again, but

he says no more.

This evening, I have been called over to share a drink of homebrew and

watch a smut video that he had brought home from work. We often do this

and this film is supposed to be special. Not the usual Lesbian film, but one

about couples sharing.

“Lesley loves this bit!” Dennis teased as we watch two guys undress a

woman, she making feeble attempts to stop them.

Lesley grins derisively at him, “When did you ever bother about what I


“There’s the Lesley we all know and love!” I thought, smiling to myself.

Dennis brushed the remark aside and whispered, “She would really like to

try it with two men!” he grinned at her as she pretended to be offended at

his candid comments.

I felt confident and burst out, “I’d love to try that too!”

Dennis grinned and looked at her. “I told you!” is all he said.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish!” she said to him seriously. I recalled the

time we spent in her darkroom many months ago. It must be her favourite


We did nothing else after this but watch the film and joke about how many

cocks this woman gets. We also drink lots of Dennis’s beer.

Later that night, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened. I realised

that I was too reserved.

“It’s obvious that she fancies me and that they have been chatting about it

together. The next time, I am going to urge things on a bit!” I think.

Two days later Dennis comes to my house and chats away in his usual

manner and declares that “this next batch of beer is the best ever!” and I

should come over this Friday evening to have some.

Later, when alone he whispered excitedly, “Lesley says that if you are

good, she’ll put on a fashion show for us!”

I recognised this as my chance to set the scene. “I hope she doesn’t wear

too much!” I joked, hoping it is not taken as a joke.

“You’ll see!” he replied grinning in his boyish way, his nostrils flinching as

usual when he is close to laughing.

On Friday, I went alone to Dennis and Lesley’s and soon Dennis and I are

sitting in the lounge watching yet another video and drinking our first glass

of beer.

“Lesley’s upstairs getting her clothes ready and having a long soak in the

bath. You’ll love her tonight!”

“Is she going to wear something sexy and see through?” I joked. This time

I am confident that we will do more than flirt.

“You’ll see!”

I felt sure that we could go a lot farther tonight and I am determined not to

sit back waiting for things to happen. I intend to push things.

Half an hour later, the film finished along with the large container of beer.

“Hey Bruce! Put another film in while I get us more of this heavenly juice.”

He said using our pretend Australian names; we both call each other Bruce!

“Sure thing Bruce!” I reply in the correct mode. Ignoring the titles of the

smut films I put one in the VCR. I fast-forward it to avoid the adverts and

watch some good action until Dennis returns. This one is about a mature

woman (in her 40s), my favourite blue movie, one that Dennis borrowed

again just for me.

We sit and enjoy the scene as this lovely woman showers and gets into her

bed. Lesley joins us at last after more than an hour.

“Hell, you must have had a long bath!” I joked at her. “I wish I was your


The lounge is dark, the thick curtains drawn to block out the summer

evening light. Lesley wears a heavy, thick dress, something she had

purchased from a charity shop. It was very old fashioned and smelled of

mothballs! Dark blue, the heavy cloth hung from the tight waist to her feet;

it also went up to her chest, disappearing under a short cloak with a hood.

The hood hung loose over Lesley’s hair and framed her face. She walked

by us and stood in the centre of the room, blocking the action on the

screen, something we had both stopped watching.

She stood still and allowed Dennis and I to make comments about her. As

all the things were complimentary, she rotated slowly for us. I felt such

excitement in my belly, hoping, yet somehow knowing that this could

become such a sexy event.

Dennis filled the room with adoring compliments to her; I nodded and

agreed with all of them, which, I am sure she discarded with all of the usual

things that we say to her. This time though, the atmosphere is very


Lesley smiles at us and slowly walks over to her man. Bending toward him,

she picks up the beaker of beer and pours some into his glass. I see him

grin at her as he looks down to her chest. I can only imagine what he is


She stands up and turns to me offering me more beer. I drink what is left

and nod to her. As she bends forward, she brings out her other hand and

clamps the front flaps of the cloak over her chest. I let out a sigh that

showed my disappointment looking at Lesley as she grinned back to me,

magnificently superior.

I know I am being teased and I thrill at the frustration this causes me.

I drink from the glass and Dennis and I look up to Lesley who steps

around the room as if she were inspecting the contents. I feel brave as well

as cheated. I stand and approach her.

“You must be boiling in all these clothes!” I say to her and turn her to face

her man. She pulls the cloth tight to her chest again as she looks closely at

Dennis. I reach in front and undo the two buttons at her neck that secure

the cloak. She holds the cloth tightly; Dennis nods at her to play on.

I pull the hood from her head and stand behind her as I smooth her hair

back from her face. Standing close to her, I smell the scent of her clean

hair. I let out a slight sigh and Lesley leans back just a little into my arms. I

whisper to her, “Let go babes!” and try to pull the cloak open.

She holds the flaps closed in just one hand but does not try to stop me

removing the top. Slowly, I pull the thick cloth apart exposing her

shoulders; I can see that her chest in naked and I thrill at the sight of her,

still covered but exposed. As I become more persistent, she allows the

cloth to fall. I look over her shoulders to Dennis who rubs his hands with

childish glee, then to her breasts.

Heavy, the soft flesh hangs over the bodice of the dress, exposed to our

greedy eyes. I stop and enjoy the moment; I pretend that I am giving Lesley

time to stop but in fact, I take in the detail of her fine natural shape. My tool

is aching with desire and excitement, not solid yet, but in a state that is full

of sensuous potential.

I look at Dennis and at Lesley. She relaxes more into my arms, her back in

my chest, I know things are cool. I whisper to her truthfully that I love her

breasts. For the first time, I look at them, nipples long and dark, point at

her man in front of us. Bravely, excitedly, I let my hand move in front of

her and lift gently the softness of her right breast.

“Don’t!” she said to me.

“..start anything I can’t finish!” I carried on her phrase.

She grinned knowingly at me. “I’ve started,” I said, feeling clever, “and I

intend to finish!”

I watch her as she looks at Dennis, who nods back to her, lifting his drink

and leaning back into the chair, relaxing. His body language said “over to


I did not know what to do next. I knew I was ok with her breasts but I

wanted to kiss her. As she faced her man, I pulled her back to me so that I

could lift and feel both boobs. As she moved into me, my tool rubbed into

her buttocks, or at least into the back of her thick velvet dress.

I keep looking at Dennis, ready to stop at the first sign of distress or

discomfort. I see nothing and continue to enjoy her beautiful breasts. I am

no longer able to resist the need to kiss her. I start to kiss her neck and sigh

lovingly as I breathe in the subtle scent she wears. She pushes her buttocks

into my groin in response as I kiss her neck and the side of her face.

Now, I lift the two globes as high as I can and let them slip through my

hands until I feel the hard tips in my palm. The feeling sends a shiver

through my body and I grip them firmly, crushing her flesh. I love this

feeling as the hard tips push into my hands, defiantly, daring me to


I want to rip her clothes off and I would do if I did not still feel a little

reserved. There is a tension between us, as if we all know what we want to

happen but are still afraid to do something wrong. I feel this too, yet it

gives a nice edge to my excitement.

Instead of taking the lead, I say to Dennis, “I could use a hand here mate!”

He gets up reluctantly. I want to get him involved but as he stands in front

of us, without coming too close I change my mind.

“Hold Lesley’s hands please,” I say, “I don’t want her to trip!”

I grip her arms and move them so that I raise her hands in front of her man.

As soon as Dennis holds them, I let go of her and step away.

“I have to undo these mate!” I say to him “and I can’t see much!”

In fact, I just wanted him to be involved and by holding her hands he could

stop her from resisting me as I removed her heavy dress. The dress had

two tiny buttons at the top, under the back of her neck, followed by many

hook and eye clips. As I went down the dress, so it became loose and

soon it fell forward exposing her breasts properly. She stood silently as we

gazed at her body, slowly becoming more open to our affectionate eyes.

At the last hook, the dress fell from her hips but remained upright, simply

supported by the rigid thickness of the cloth, forming a tent shape around

her legs. I push it down, and without speaking, Lesley steps from the warm

material. Now she stood with just an elegant pair of old fashioned

Directorie knickers. Her legs had a pair of calf length stockings, which

gripped her legs just under her knees.

I’ve never seen a woman in such clothing, the panties show her large

buttocks and thighs to perfection. As I kneel behind her, watching her step

out of the dress, I feel the heat from her body. I feel so many impulses,

which I curb in each case. Now I want to kiss her large buttocks and legs,

so attractive are they. I resist, sure that I will be able to enjoy her in full


As she stands before us, Dennis, still holding her hands, whistles crudely at

this new, strange woman. I stand beside him and we gaze at her. She has a

classic shape; still losing weight; she has a moderate tummy and thick

thighs and buttocks. She does not feel coy or shy in front of me, confident

by my response that she is being appreciated as well as adored.

Crudely, I grip my solid tool and shake it, making sure that both see me. “I

have such a stiffy for her Bruce!” I say using our Oz chatter.

“Me too mate!” he declared to us both.

Lesley grins at us; the type of negative response she often makes to men

would be impossible here. She smiles and looks at the two men before her

with lumps in their trousers.

“It’s a good job I know what to do with those!” she joked.

Instantly, Dennis starts to undress. I follow him and naked, I quickly stand

beside Lesley with my knob pointing at her belly. She looked down to my

tool and I followed her gaze to see a large glob of clear fluid oozing from

my tip. As I step close to her, she grips it and bends it away from her

panties giving me such a thrill. I move closer now and as I do, she rubs her

fingers over the slippery end, spreading the sticky fluid over my helmet.

Dennis joins us and stands predictably beside her, mirroring what I do. I lift

her breast again but now I want to explore her panties. I caress her breasts

for a while and soon allow my hand over her soft belly. The elastic is tight

around her waste but that is ok, I move over the silky smooth cloth.

As I move down her belly, she sighs and squeezes my cock in her hand. I

am shocked when my hand goes down to her sex. The knickers legs are so

loose that my fingers find their way into the confines and into the mass of

hair Lesley has; her final protection.

Her thighs part for me, yet her feet remain unmoved. My fingers find her

moistness instantly. As I slip my middle finger along her slit, she sighs, lets

go of my tool and wraps her arm around my neck. Her right leg raises and

she opens herself to my greedy touch.

I forget Dennis, but I see that he is watching me while his hand lifts her soft

breasts; he is awed at what we are doing.

I slide my fingers along her slit without penetrating, feeling the sticky liquid

coming from her, making me feel powerful, as if she were mine. Crudely, I

remove my hand and look at the shinny mess on my fingers, shinning in the

glow from the tv, something we have long ago lost interest in. Dennis sees

the goo on my hand and breaks away from our action.

He pulls her arms to the side and suggests that she lies down. Lesley

obliges eagerly and lays on the soft mat in front of the TV. The screen light

shines on her body, blue and red at times, making her glow with colours.

Dennis makes his way straight to her panties and pulls the material to one

side exposing her mass of hair to our eyes.

Before I can kneel down, he has his face buried in her hair. Instantly,

Lesley sighs. Not once, but continuously, gasping even as he drinks from

her hidden hole. I kneel beside her and she grabs my tool, pulling me along

her body. I know what she means and I walk on knees to her shoulders. As

soon as she can, she rams my cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking

furiously over the tip making me gasp with delight.

She pushes me deep in her mouth and then slides me out; when at the right

position, she flicks her tongue over me sending shivers into my balls. I

want to ram it into her throat, but, as is my intention tonight, I allow her to

control the action. I watch her as she sucks my tool into her greedy mouth

and in turn, I watch as Dennis laps at her hole. He holds her thighs, one in

each hand and pushes them as wide as he can. Crudely, Lesley lifts her

knees, her feet by his shoulders, so that he can have full access to her sex.

I see her shudder silently; “is she cumming already?” I wonder. Her tongue

stops moving for a few seconds and she lets out a long sigh. I think she

did cum. I feel so excited now. My knob is tingling with so many thrills

generated by the mood, by what I see and what I feel.

A few seconds later, Lesley resumes her action on my tool, this time

holding the shaft with her hand. She gently squeezes the shaft and I feel

more clear ooze dribble into her mouth. I don’t know if she can taste the

weak flavour of my precum, but she continues to enjoy what we do.

Dennis growls in a lewd manner as he devours her dripping sex.

I watch in awe as he moves her thighs so that her feet now rest on his

shoulders. He lets her thighs go and lifts his back, raising her legs. She

allows them to fall apart knees bent, giving her body to him. I see his hands

move between her legs, but I do not see what he is doing. It is obvious

really as she starts to gasp again when he touches her. Lesley stops sucking

as this happens; my tool stuck in her mouth but ignored by her. I reach

down to cup her breast; gently, I enjoy the weight of her soft flesh, lifting

and squeezing. I can see that her chest and face have a pink glow, beads of

sweat cover her brow.

Suddenly, she clamps her thighs tightly, forcing Dennis’s head away from

her. He knows what is happening and moves proudly from her, lowering

her feet to the mat. He moves up to us, the other side of Lesley’s relaxed

body and puts his tool in her hand. Lesley moves her face allowing my

cock to slip out of her mouth as she looks up at her man.

I love it as she smiles up to him, and holds our knobs, one in each hand.

Dennis follows my lead and reaches down for her breast; she sighs and

rubs her hand up his belly to his chest, a loving gesture.

“I want to do that!” I say to her.

“Good on yah Bruce!” Dennis grins as he urges me to have a go.

As I move away from her, she grips my tool as if to slow me down. I stop

my greedy dash and instead bend over her and kiss her gently on her lips.

She returns the kiss very briefly so I move down her neck. I see the two

mounds of flesh hanging heavily to each side of her chest. I lift both

breasts so that they form a small swell on her chest. Two lovely, brown

nipples are facing me and I kiss them both in turn.

My head is bursting with lust as I nibble the two buds, allowing my teeth to

bite gently. I sigh suddenly, as I try to breathe and this sets Lesley sighing

too. I want to thrill her body, but in my head I want to make her cum with

my tongue. I move down her belly now, crudely licking her skin as I head

toward her slit. I push her bent legs down as I move around her, my knob

now released by her.

I am now in control; I look at her and her man. He smiles at me, urging me

to take what I want, she sighing, knowing that I want to taste her intimate


I crudely pull her ankles apart, the TV shinning its diffuse light over her

sex. I see again the mass of black hair, shocking in contrast to her white

skin. I love this feeling, I watch her face as she stares at me, knelt between

her legs; I stroke my aching knob as she watches me. While I do this, I

nudge her thighs wider with my knees, moving slowly toward her open sex.

Now, I grip her thighs and crudely push them wide. Pulling the cloth of the

flimsy panties away from her, I see that her hairs form two sticky clumps

on each side of her slit. I can see her lovely swollen lips clearly now, large

and long. I move closer and spend many seconds looking at the detail of

her, pulling the lips open by tugging at her wet hair.

I can feel her sigh as she tries vainly to close her legs; feeling so vulnerable

as my lusty gaze devours her soft sex. I move down to her and breathe in

the sweet musky scent of her excitement. I want to keep looking at her but

I have to touch her with my tongue.

It is my nose that touches her first. Hot and sticky, her slit parts for me.

The sensation on my nose is so strangely exciting and now my tongue joins

in. Her pussy has very little taste so I let my tongue delve deeply into her

hole. I realise that she is gasping as I wriggle my tongue in her tiny sexhole.

I lay down now so that I can lick her easily. Her legs drop apart for me as

she gives me her most intimate part. As I tease her slit with my tongue and

lips, I gaze up at her as she adores her man’s tool. Dennis idly lifts her

breasts as he watches me eat her greedily. I realise that I am rubbing my

solid tool on the mat, trying to relieve the sensuous ache in my belly.

I move my right hand up to her slit, gently, easily pushing my middle finger

into her. By its own volition, it curls upward to touch her G-spot, a small

patch of firm skin just inside her. As I caress this, I suck her clit and lips

into my mouth. I feel the sharp tip of her little bud on my tongue and I

repeat her action on me by flicking my tongue over it.

Together, my finger and tongue force a gasp from her. Her thighs clamp

my head in place as she starts to shake her hips up and down. I feel the

muscles in her legs as she tenses, rubbing harder on my face.

I thrill at the degree of her response to my sensuous kiss. It thrills me to

sense how responsive this woman is. A hand comes down and grips my

hair. Thighs grip my head and I feel muscles tighten on my finger. My

mouth is filled with liquid as she either cums in my mouth or lets out a jet

or two of pee. I hear only the faint, muffled sound of her gasping as she

enjoys my kiss.

I let out the liquid in my mouth and it pours down her slit, between her

buttocks and into her loose panties, spilling out onto the mat. The hand

pulling my hair suddenly pushes my head away from her. I lift myself and

allow her thighs to clamp tightly on her sex, covering, protecting.

I repeat Dennis’s actions and walk on my knees up to her side. This time,

she ignores us and curls her legs upward, eyes closed, unaware for a few

moments of us two guys.

I look at him, almost twins, we kneel at her side, two aching erections

hovering over her body. I whisper to him that I have never felt so excited.

“I knew she’d be good!” he said back to me, so that she could hear. “We

should take a break now Bruce, so that she can prepare for more.”

Strangely, a break seemed appropriate, even though I would have happily

rammed my tool into her and filled her with my lust.

Dennis moves from us and brings back a beer glass from the small table by

the chairs. Unlike his normal behaviour, he first offers the glass to Lesley.

She nods and tries to sit up. I help her and Dennis greedily gulps beer from

the glass.

“Save some for us!” she growls at him, for being so impatient.

When she is seated between us, he offers her the glass and she sips from it.

Holding on to the glass, she takes many sips. As she gains control of her

shaken body, she starts to take longer sips. The sweet liquid runs from the

glass into her happy mouth. I see that she will finish the last of the beer, so

I move over to the table and pick the glass I had been using.

Still full of the beer that Lesley had served to me, I take a long gulp. The

cool liquid rolls around in my belly, spreading comfort and warmth within

me. I guess that Lesley feels this too. I offer her the glass and take the

empty from her. I can’t move away again so I place it on top of the TV. As

she drinks, I sit beside her and urge Dennis to do the same.

We both cuddle her in our arms as we snuggle close. She pulls her knees

up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, sitting like a young girl.

Our eyes are drawn up to the TV and we see my favourite film female


Mature, in her forties and very pretty, she is in a room with her husband

and another man. It sinks in that they are reflecting us in their actions. I pull

her close and whisper to Lesley, “she loves this bit!”

The film shows a scene similar to ours where the two men kiss and adore

her, undressing her and explore her exposed body.

“Maybe I should have paid more attention to his films.” Lesley said,

waving her hand in Dennis’s direction. “I might have discovered this ages


“You’ve always fancied two men!” Dennis replied, laughing.

“It’s not the sort of thing you do everyday though, is it?” She giggled back,

relaxing again.

I look at her as she sips more of the beer. I gaze at her breasts, visible

between her chest and knees; hanging sexily, waiting for more attention.

On the screen, the woman, much slimmer, rolls on top of her husband’s

friend as she guides his tool into her. Her man watches, as does the film

audiences, as the long rod stretches her cleanly shaved slit. As the tool fills

his woman, he kisses her buttocks and slides his tongue over her little bum.

The scene plan is obvious.

“I don’t want anything like that!” Lesley stated, as if she wanted to get this

thing straight. Anal sex had not even entered my head as a possibility here,

so I let the comment go. Maybe it is meant for her man!

We watched the threesome for a few more minutes and finished the beer. I

snuggled up to Lesley, she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me

close to her. Dennis leaned onto her side and wrapped an arm around her

knees, still bent up in front of her. I sensed her looking at me as I watched

the lovely woman on the screen.

Turning to her, she leaned forward and kissed my lips as if to pull me away

from the video fantasy. It was a soft and gentle kiss, full of affection yet

not inhibited by the presence of her man. I want to kiss her still, so I caress

her chin softly and hold her still as I kiss her lips in return. I kiss her many

times, short gentle touches with my lips on hers. She sighs, I breathe in her

gentle breath, filling my lungs with hers; the hint of alcohol filling my senses

with desire.

I let my tongue touch her upper lip, slightly parted; I feel her white teeth as

I brush close to her. I repeat the move, each time I linger on her lips. Now,

I gently nudge my tongue into her mouth. She does nothing but sigh. I

smooth my hand on her face, moving toward her mouth from her cheek.

As I softly touch the inside of her mouth, she lets out gentle sighs.

I know she feels good. Dennis watches the TV, maybe unaware of the

affection that we are sharing. In a strange, spontaneous gesture, I push my

tongue under her top lip and over her teeth. It is such a strange thing to do,

yet it thrills me. I sense her head shudder as I do this, and I do not want to


I move beside her so that I can face her. My tongue is permitted to

continue, in a second or two, her hand rests on my arm urging me on. I

push my tongue over her teeth to her gums, farther still until I feel where her

cheek joins. The kiss is so intimate, that I cannot stop it. Lesley gasps in

my mouth repeatedly as I do this and I sense that she is responding to my

sensuous kiss.

In a while, our mouths close over each other and we begin a slow and long

kiss, filled with affection and desire. I cup her face with both hands and

kiss her, still slowly, but now fully, with love and passion. Her hand rests

on my arm still, mesmerised.

We move together, slowly falling back. Dennis looks at us and moves to

the side, giving us room. I do not sense any anger at our kiss, so I

continue. Lesley pulls me over her body and I part my legs so that my

knees rest on the mat at her sides.

Dennis moans at the sight of us like this and mumbles something we don’t

hear. I go on with my kiss and Lesley holds my neck with both hands. As

we kiss, her hips rub into mine, my solid tool squeezes between her

clamped legs. I push my elbows to the mat and slide them together,

squeezing her breasts up to my chest. As I slide my body over hers, the

dampness of sweat between us makes our skins slippery. I rub my hips

against hers now and I tease her with my hard rod, nudging it against her


She pulls my head to hers now, as she parts her thighs. I lift my weight to

my knees and allow her legs to open by lifting one knee at a time. Now I

am between her legs again. I can’t see this, but I can visualise my cock,

pointing crudely at her slit. I move forward and feel the protective layer of

silk over her.

Quickly, I reach down and pull the cloth to one side. I still do not see, but

confidently, I move the tip to her sex. Like a marksman, my tip nudges into

her slippery slit. I flench my muscles so that my rod flips up and down; it

rubs along her wet lips making her gasp beneath me, filling my lungs with

her breath.

Slowly, I push; my progress is stopped by her pubic bone, but as I push,

the tip of my tool slips downward and suddenly fills her entrance as we get

closer. The heat from her shocks me; I stop like this, hovering in the air

above her, as if the only connection was her sex and my cockhead.

I feel her hips shudder and so I lower myself onto her; pinning her down

with my hips and my knob. She is so wet that I slide into her effortlessly.

As I fill her, so her hips shudder in an uncoordinated movement. I sense

the tightness of her hole as I fill her completely.

I move in and out a few times and soon, my tool is buried in her flesh. I

want to ram her hard and fast, but again, ignoring my own desire, I lie still

on her and take in the sensations of our bodies as our excitement grows. In

this way, I feel her sex muscles as they twitch uncontrolled by her. In

response, my own knob jerks and flenches in her boiling smooth tube.

I gradually press into her and feel the wetness around her swollen lips,

leaving damp coolness around my stump and hanging balls. As I push, so

she meets me and lifts her hips so that our bodies press tightly. I realise

that we have been kissing for a minute or two and I start to move my

tongue in her mouth.

As we kiss like this, our bodies take over the action and slowly, we start to

make love. I am aware of the coolness from the air around my tool as I

withdraw. We move together again and I concentrate on the feeling of her

tiny hole as I slide into her. I enjoy the feeling of my tool, as if it were much

longer than normal as I slowly fill her repeatedly.

After a few deep strokes, Lesley lifts her legs and plants her feet next to my

knees. This allows her to raise her hips in time with my penetrating stroke.

Slowly, we both move in time. It seems as if we both want to fuck

furiously, but both control our action so that it is deliberate and accurate.

As we get our movement coordinated, so we feel each other better. I

withdraw completely, knowing that my tool will find her entrance easily. As

I lower again, so my tool slips gently into her belly. I feel the swollen flesh

of her excited lips around my shaft and then the sharpness of her clit on my

pubic bone. I hold my body on hers when I feel this and I know that she is

close to her climax.

Her hands push my back down on her, guiding me, urging me to crush her

flesh with mine. I want to feel her tight hole on my shaft so I pull out again

and enjoy the sensation of her inner landscape caressing me; rippling over

my rod.

I feel her tighten as I fall on her and this time she flips her feet on my

thighs. With her hands she pushes me onto her and I thrill at the sensations

she can feel. I allow her to hold me down and push a little more so that I

crush her sexflesh. I feel her hole ripple and shudder over my tool as I hold

it deep inside her. She gasps again and I breathe in her alcohol and sex

scented breath.

Kissing passionately, we stiffen our bodies as she climaxes. I try not to

move but instead allow our flesh to rule. As she shudders beneath me, I

feel the strong urge to cum, as my balls release their seed into my belly. I

feel that I may delay it if I remain still, but my tool is responding to her

body and mind, not mine.

Suddenly, my tool jerks again, and seems to grow even longer in her; my

seed rushes from me and fills her tight hole. I cannot even start to move in

her and I realise that we are both immobilised by our lust. My boiling spunk

splashes her inner belly and fills her with my love and desire. Her heels dig

into my thighs, immobilising, thrillingly painful.

I can feel my chest slide over her trapped breasts, both of us soaked in our

own sweat. We continue to kiss as we share the most intense sensations.

Our bellies are wet and slippery too, as are our thighs; any part of our

bodies that touch, are soaked in desire and lust.

In a few moments, we both relax, as if given a cue. We did not move when

we climaxed, and still we do not move, but we both relax. This seems to

amplify the sensations that we have; I am aware that my tool has softened

inside her yet it still thrills with her tightness and heat.

We stop kissing and I move my head so that I rest on her shoulder. She

pulls me close in a maternal way, smoothing her hand over my neck and

down my back. As we lay like this, I feel her twitching hole gently grip my

softening rod.

Slowly, we become aware of Dennis once more and I realise that he will

want his turn. I try not to move as I want this to go on longer. As Dennis is

silent, I remain still and just enjoy the closeness I feel to this woman.

After a few minutes, I sense Dennis as he strokes his woman, his hand

reaching between our bodies to squeeze her breast. I start to move, but as I

give way to him, I squeeze her shoulders and kiss her cheek as if to tell her

that I still want her. Lesley strokes my back as I move beside her,

comforting me.

As I sit up, Dennis gives me my beer glass, still half full and before I can

nod at him, he lies on his wife and teases her with crude phrases. Lesley

smiles at him and they kiss, as if I were not here. I kneel comfortably

beside them and drink the beer. I hear Dennis comment on the wetness of

her body as he mounts her. In a moment he is deep in her body, arms take

his weight so that we can look down to her. Her wet breasts hang to the

sides of her chest and one hand lifts up to touch his chest.

She allows the other hand to fall on my knee and now I still feel part of her.

I relax even more and watch as she responds to her husband. I see them

move together in an expert, well rehearsed way, him looking down at his

soaked tool as he rams it into her. Light from the TV shines on her wet

belly and breasts; I take in as much detail as I can.

After a few minutes, I sense a change in Lesley’s responses and Dennis

recognises what is happening to her. He changes his stroke so that he can

precisely match her movements. Her hand leaves my leg and rests with the

other, on his chest. Her body stiffens under him and I know what is

happening. I look down between them but see little now as his stroke is

shorter, but I know that she close to another orgasm.

I thrill at this sight but best of all is the expert way that Dennis moves over

her as she starts to climax. I hear her grunt wildly now, and Dennis slams

into her as hard as he can, very different from the way we made love just a

few minutes earlier.

Her back bends up and she pushes her groin into his. Eyes closed as if in

agony, she shudders into another thrill as her man guides her. Cleverly,

Dennis rubs himself deep inside her and pushes at the right moment to

maximise her pleasure. They are almost separate now, joined only by their

sexes, he pounding on her and she urging him into her gripping hole.

Suddenly, she freezes and they both hover in the air, his knees and hands

on the mat, her shoulders and heels on the mat. I know I am forgotten by

them as they drown in their love sensations. She breathes only in gasps and

her fingers dig into his hips where she holds him tightly. Then, she guides

him down as her legs weaken. Gently, they land again on the mat and now

Dennis withdraws from her, his cock still solid and very long.

Lesley lies beneath him and sighs happily. Her face is turned toward me,

but her eyes are closed. She breaths rapidly and we watch her chest a she

moves in ecstatic after-thrills of love. I move back a little so that I can see

the scene clearly. I sit on the floor, my back against a chair and watch this

incredible couple.

I know I will return to this, and that our games will always be exciting.

What I do not realise yet is the way in which we will relate in the future.

Appropriately, at this time, the video ceases, and the flesh colours on

Lesley’s body are replaced by the harsh whiteness of the picture-less,

snowy screen.


The Bed is Big Enough for Three

This is a fantasy of sharing my wife with another man. This was inspired by

the story on Literotica.Com by pantie_fan entitled “A Friend in Deed”.


It had been a long day of boating, sun, and drinking with my wife, Laurie

and my long-time friend, Mike. Recently divorced, Mike met us at our

lakeside condo to for a well needed release of steam. Once back at the

condo, we ate, drank some more, sat around the pool, and drank some

more. Needless to say, by the end of the evening our minds were cloudy

and our bodies were weary. We’re not much for entertaining, so we just

have a one bedroom condo. When we invited Mike, we didn’t think about

our couch, that’s not much bigger than a loveseat, not being large enough

for him to sleep on. Fortunately, we had a king size bed in our bedroom.

We told Mike it was big enough for all of us to sleep comfortably and that

we were good enough friends to make the situation work.

Laurie and I have always had a habit of leaving a radio on in the room as

we sleep. We always like having a little bit of sound and small amount of

light in the room rather than complete darkness. That night it afforded

Laurie and I the opportunity to whisper to each other in bed, so that we

couldn’t be heard by Mike. Once in bed, Mike laid on one side face

outward. I was lying on the other side facing inward, and Laurie was in

between us facing me.

As my mind began to focus on the three of us together in bed it obviously

drifted into the direction of sex. My cock sprang to life and I took Laurie’s

hand, so she could feel it. She grinned and whispered that we couldn’t do

anything about it right now. I said that I bet Mike was just as hard as I was

with her between us. She dismissed that saying that Mike was an old friend

and wouldn’t be thinking about her like that. I reassured Laurie that she

was, even at 50, someone that any man would love to fuck. I reached my

hand down and pulled up Laurie’s night gown and slipped my hand into her

panties to cop a feel of her sweet pussy. Just as I suspected, she was

soaking wet from our discussion. I told her it felt like she would like to try

him out as well. She pulled my hand away and gave me a smirk, from

which I couldn’t tell if it meant yes or no.

About then, Mike rolled over in bed and was now facing towards Laurie’s

backside. Laurie whispered to me that Mike’s leg was now on hers. I told

her he probably did that on purpose. Again she dismissed me. A couple of

minutes later I saw the covers move and Laurie jerked lightly. “Honey”, she

said, “I think Mike’s hand is on my leg. What should I do?” To let her

know how I felt about it, I once again took her hand and placed it on my

raging hard-on. I told her that we are all adults and that if he’s making a

move on her that she should enjoy herself if she wanted to.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, but then I saw the covers move again

as his hand moved off the top of her legs. Then, Laurie whispered to me.

“He pulled up my nighty and is putting his hands inside my panties on my

butt. I’m so hot that somebody is going to have to fuck me. Are you sure

you want this?” I told her that Mike probably hasn’t gotten laid in a while

because of his divorce, so it should probably be him. It’s only fair right?

With that, she kissed me, while practically jammed her tongue down my

throat, and then rolled over facing Mike.

I thought I could hear them whispering, but with the radio going couldn’t

make out anything that was said. And then, the covers began moving

slowly again as it was apparent that they now had hands on each other, and

her head began moving in a motion that made it obvious they were kissing.

I saw Mike start to look up, so I quickly shut my eyes. I heard him say in a

low voice “looks like he’s asleep”. Laurie then sat up in bed next to me,

removed her night gown, and placed in on top of me. I knew that my

friend, Mike, was now seeing her gorgeous breasts. She then reached under

the covers and removed her panties and placed them on the night gown. It

was like an episode of the Twilight Zone in my head. I was coming to the

realization that this was actually going to happen.

Laurie lay back down, facing him, and pulled the covers back up. They

pulled themselves together by intertwining their legs and once again began

kissing. I couldn’t believe my wife of 25 years was lying naked next to me

kissing another man. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him lying

face up. I felt her left leg pull up to my thigh which I knew meant that her

legs were now spread. She reached over with her left hand and touched my

swollen cock, which I think was to make sure I was still in agreement with

the situation. Then the covers rose up as Mike moved over on top of

Laurie. As he lowered himself down on top of her she let out a gasp, which

I knew meant that Mike’s cock was now pushing inside my wife. All I

could think about was the wet silkiness of my wife that he was now


For a long while they lay still together kissing passionately. Then, the sheets

began to move rhythmically. It was clear that for the first time since our

marriage, Laurie was being fucked by another man. I had been subtly

opening my eyes slightly now and then to try and view what was

happening. This time as I did, I became aware that Laurie had her right

hand on the back of Mike’s head pulling it down onto the pillow on the

other side of her head and that she was facing me and looking me in the

eyes. She took her left hand and placed it in my hand. What a surreal

experience it was looking Laurie in the eyes and holding her hand as she

was being fucked. With each thrust into her, by Mike’s cock, her eyes

would close slightly in obvious pleasure and her hand would clench. And,

with her left leg on top of me, I could feel each thrust, myself.

As Laurie’s pleasure became more intense she was now facing up with her

eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I don’t know if she was getting too

hot or if she wanted me to be able to see better what was happening, but

she pulled her hand away from mine and ripped the covers off of them. I

could now see Mike’s body on top of Laurie. His butt cheeks were moving

up and down forcing his cock in and out of my wife. With the covers off,

the smell of their copulation was permeating the entire room. I felt like I

wasn’t even there. It was like watching a porno movie, except that my own

wife was one of the actors. I couldn’t believe how long he stayed inside

her. I thought for sure that her sweet pussy would have sucked the cum out

of him right away, but it must have been the alcohol at work because he

just kept pumping away.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, his movements seemed to be getting

more labored and his breathing became louder. Then, his body tensed up.

He rammed is cock in harder than ever and let out a grunt under his breath

that sounded like someone who really wanted to scream out as loud as he

could but was resisting. Laurie instinctively grabbed his ass cheeks and

tried to pull him in deeper. My best friend, Mike, was about to cum inside

my wife and she was trying to get as much of it as deep in her as she

could. An “oh” escaped Laurie’s lips as her legs wrapped around his and

began to shake. Laurie and Mike were now locked firmly in orgasm

together. Mike pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again. Each

time he did I visualized his semen shooting inside my wife.

What were minutes seemed like hours, until their bodies finally relaxed from

what appeared to be the best sex either of them had ever had. Laurie’s legs

relaxed their grip around Mike and she dropped her hands to her side. Mike

continued to lie on top of Laurie, obviously wanting to enjoy the sweet

sensation of her pussy as long as he possibly could. Every so often, he

would pull his cock back and slide it back into her. I couldn’t blame him

for still being hard inside her wonderful warmth. They were both sweating

profusely and breathing heavily. Once again I reach over and took Laurie’s

hand. She turned her head and looked at me. I smiled at her and she smiled

back. We lay like that for a few minutes and then heard Mike begin to

snore. She tapped him on the back and he rolled off of her, facing away

from us. For a brief second I got a glimpse of his cock. It was about as

long as mine, but much thicker and unbelievably still hard! It was only

seconds before he was again blissfully snoring.

I moved towards Laurie and began kissing her. I reached down with my

hand and found the unbelievable wetness between her legs. Laurie asked

“Are you mad? Do you still love me?” I answered by removing my

underwear and quietly taking my place on top of her. My rock hard cock

was pinned between us I forced my tongue in her mouth and kissed her

with a passion like I hadn’t done since we were young. Suddenly, I knew

what I had to do. I moved down slightly and began kissing her sweet

breasts and protruding nipples. I then moved lower and kissed her tummy

that was still wet with the combined sweat that resulted from her

lovemaking with Mike. I moved lower again and kissed around her pubic

region. She placed her hands on me and pulled slightly as if to say I don’t

want you to go any further, but I knew she wanted what was about to

happen as much as I did. I then pushed myself all the way down until my

hands were on her silky thighs and my face was in front of her well used


I teased her with my tongue by kissing and licking her thighs. While doing

so I was intoxicated by the pungent aroma of their combined juices. Then,

I felt Laurie’s place her hands on the back of my head. I was right about

her wanting this as she was actually pulling my face into her pussy, which

was leaking another man’s cum like a river. I put my tongue out and licked

once from the top of her anus to her clit. She gasped with pleasure. Mike’s

sperm that had leaked from her was now pooled on my tongue and slowly

working its way down the back of my throat and into my belly. As I

swallowed it, I envisioned his seed also doing the same thing in her womb

as it sought out her eggs. I then thrust my tongue as deep as I could inside

her and began eating the remaining results of their lovemaking as fast as I

could. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe that my wife tasted so

good with another man’s cum running out of her. Laurie’s thighs were

locked against the side of my head and shaking almost continuously in

orgasm. I licked and sucked for what seemed like hours until she could

take no more and finally pushed me away. I think I could have stayed there

all night.

I sat up and saw the beauty of my wife with her legs spread and Mike’s

cum all over her and the sheets. Mike was still snoring peacefully next to

us. I moved forward over her, lowered myself onto her, and slipped my

cock into her hot, wet, slippery, and now adulterous pussy. The heat and

wetness was more than I had ever experienced before. Unlike Mike, I didn’t

last long. Within just a few minutes my body began to shake, my tender

balls, still sore from being full of cum during Mike and Laurie’s lovemaking,

began to contract, and my cock exploded into Laurie with a force that I

had never felt before. I think I must have passed out momentarily because

the next thing I became aware of was Laurie pushing me off her. My cock

was soft and wet. I kissed her and told her I loved her and drifted off into


I awoke the next morning to a bright sunny room. Mike was no longer in

bed with us. I remembered that he was going to go spend the morning

having breakfast with another buddy of ours. Laurie was still on her back

with her legs still spread. I’m sure Mike enjoyed the view of her before

leaving the room. I kissed her gently and she woke up. She smile at me and

said that she had a terrific time last night. While waiting for Mike to return,

we spent the next several hours making love and plotting how we could get

Mike’s cock inside Laurie again.


The Landlord’s Son

They were nervous, so very nervous, from the moment they’d accepted

this was all they could do, but the final few moments before the guy

Adriano came round to their little run-down apartment were almost horrific.

It probably didn’t help neither of them had really eaten that day. Even if

their kitchen cabinets had held anything particularly appetizing, they

probably would not have kept it down.

David had felt a little nauseous since he’d woken up that morning, and he

felt certain Evie was of similar mind.

“We could just go live with my parents,” she had been saying on and off

for days, weeks.

“It still wouldn’t get either of us a job – and no prospects for one, either.

We need to be in the city.”

Now, as they went through the same routine again, there was an added

urgency, an underlying terror.

“But this is crazy. There must be some other way,” Evie was saying as they

sat around their tiny little kitchen table, a lucky find retrieved from the

garbage on a cold afternoon the previous fall.

“This is real life. There’s no one going to help us for nothing.”

David looked at his young bride’s wide blue eyes, and sighed, saying

gently: “You don’t have to do this if you really can’t face it, sweetie.”

She looked at him and nodded, and he could see her chest rising and falling

with anxious breaths. She seemed to him like a frightened little rabbit,

caught in the middle of a highway, unsure which way to turn.

But she sighed, and said: “There’s no alternative.”

David took a deep breath. He said: “You know this won’t change anything –

between us, I mean.”

“I know.”

“I love you, honey, nothing’s ever going to change that.”

“I know.”

The doorbell sounded, and it felt like someone exploding a grenade inside

David’s chest. He looked across at Evie, saw her swallow, but then she

fixed her eyes on his, and dipped her head slightly but decisively.

He heaved another sigh and got up to go answer the door.

Adriano, the big dumb brute. David shook his hand, smiles all round like

they were best buddies, and as he stepped back to admit their landlord’s

son into their pokey little hallway, Evie was there behind, almost hiding

behind the kitchen doorway.

She smiled at her husband, demonstrating that she could put on the

required veneer.

Adriano closed the front door, forcing it shut, saying: “We not got that

fixed yet, that door?” Locking it firmly, seeing firsthand how crappy the

lock was, that his father hadn’t looked at for months of asking.

“You remember Evie,” David said, with a strange air of formality. Evie kept

back, waiting behind her husband as their visitor removed his shoes.

Then they were walking through to the tiny room that was both a bedroom

and a living room, Evie slipping her arm around David, Adriano following

them, no doubt checking out her butt as they went.

The three of them perched on the edge of the crappy sofa-bed, which was

set in its bed formation, though still really only the size of a single bed. Evie

sat close beside David, Adriano a couple of feet away. They could smell

his overly-strong cologne, and it riled David a little.

“So, a month’s rent, huh?” Adriano said, breaking the ice in a brutal way.

Evie covered her face with a hand, as though trying to stifle laughter, but it

wasn’t amusement she felt.

“You said three months when we talked,” David said coldly.

Adriano sighed, as though he was really under pressure to keep the terms

of this deal on the small side. He said: “The economy is not so good, you

know? I think… maybe… I can give you two. I don’t think I can manage


“Two will do for now,” Evie said now, firmly, barely concealing her anger.

David put his arm around her shoulders, squeezed her tight to him.

Adriano broke out into broad grin, and apparently trying to lighten the

mood, said: “It’s nothing, huh? We’re just going to have a little fun, that’s

all. We can forget about all of it after we are done, no?”

Evie looked at her husband and shrugged. They had no choice. She tried to

relax. Tried to smile, even though she was filled with revulsion. If they

offended Adriano now, if they made it clear he was unwanted, he could

simply walk out of there, and then they would be left with nothing.

“You can stay,” Adriano said to David. “You can watch. See that it’s


David remembered what the guy had said when they’d first talked,

remembered that he’d said this, that he had first thought he wasn’t quite

understanding Adriano’s Eastern European accent so well. He wanted

David to watch.

It wasn’t enough that he wanted to take what did not belong to him, he

wanted David around to see it.

“So,” Adriano reached over to put a hand on Evie’s forearm, and she

flinched away from him, pressing herself to her husband’s side.

Their landlord’s son now pulled a handful of green bills from his back

pocket, and suddenly it was real. David felt sick.

He kissed her, and took the money from Adriano. Then he hauled himself

up from the bed, seeing his young bride’s eyes widen in sudden fear as he

pulled himself away from her. The butterflies were raging inside his chest,

but David vacated the sofa-bed, taking a seat in one of the two wooden

chairs they had no room for in the kitchen.

Adriano shifted over, and David’s stomach turned over as he saw the guy

running a hand over his wife’s slender thigh, and then push up her little

white t-shirt to reveal her pink lace bra.

“You are beautiful, Evie,” he said quietly.

She didn’t reply, but as the guy fondled her breasts, David saw her now

running her hand down his leg, beginning to accept her fate and comply.

David turned away, breathing deeply as red-hot pain filled his chest. He

heard, rather than saw, the two of them pulling Evie’s t-shirt up over her

head. Turned, startled, to see Adriano tossing her bra aside, leaning down

to stroke and now kiss her bare breasts.

She was breathing deeply, stroking Adriano’s thigh. She didn’t look David’s

way. Was she blaming him for this? Did she hate that he would let this


Adriano rose to his feet and urged Evie up as well, and he was unfastening

the fly button on her little denim shorts, Evie just letting him. Smiling, even.

Did it excite her? The prospect of being with another man?

She helped him drag her shorts down over her thighs, revealing her pink

lace panties to him. She’d worn her best underwear set for this guy.

Evie looked so stunning, David realized his own cock was hard between

his thighs to see her slender figure, those stiff little nipples on her small but

perky breasts, her flat stomach and coltish thighs. Even though she was

helping another man to remove his shirt, and now it was off, he had his

hands all over her body, it was an arousing sight.

She turned away to let him feel up her ass, his hands swarming over her

smooth, soft skin. Her long golden hair flowed all over her back as she

waited on all fours for Adriano, his servant to direct as he wished.

David just breathed deeply, trying to focus on the arousal part of his

confused feelings, since it seemed to keep the nausea at bay.

Adriano pulled aside her panties now, to reveal her little pink pussy, all

clean and smooth and hairless, prepared especially for her buyer.

“Mmm…” their landlord’s son moaned as he ran his hands over her most

personal flesh, and then he was slipping her panties off over her hips, and

Evie was allowing him to feed them past her knees and ankles.

She was naked as the buff Eastern European stood to unfasten his belt, and

pull down his pants. He wasn’t even wearing underwear.

David caught his breath as Adriano threw his jeans over on the floor with

the other clothes. Jesus – there was a naked man in his apartment, a naked

cock that was not his own, and Evie was just sitting on the bed now, naked

as well.

She made space for him to lie down on the bed now, and her hands were

sprawling over his body.

David stifled a gasp as he watched his wife kiss the man’s stomach, her

hand now closing around his bare cock. Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus. She shuffled

forward, her butt facing her husband, but another man’s hand now curling

around to touch her there as she took up Adriano’s modest erection in her


The guy groaned as she dipped her head and took his cock inside her


Then she was slowly bobbing her head down and up and down again on

his shaft.

“Oh God that is good…” he was moaning as she sucked on his manhood,

his hand sweeping over her back and her butt.

Adriano glanced over toward David, but his expression was blank, just

checking they were being watched. David tried to keep his face neutral as

well, though his was filled with an unruly mixture of confused feelings.

How could he be so turned on watching his wife filling her mouth with

another man’s cock, while he was also so horrified?

The guy’s fingers were now fumbling with her bare pussy. The two did

look like a beautiful couple, their trim bodies, gently tanned skin. Evie’s

from all the time they spent in the park while they peered through the

papers for jobs adverts, Adriano from all his vacations on the golden

beaches of wherever.

He heard his wife moaning gently as she blew this stranger right in front of

her husband. He began to detect the dark scent of her arousal in the air.

She was enjoying this.

David kept his sighs to himself, repressing the pain. He told himself she

had to enjoy it, or she wouldn’t be sufficiently wet to take the guy’s penis

inside her. Jesus. Was he going to let his wife do that?

“Oh, Evie…”

Oh God, it seemed to go on forever. Maybe she was trying to make him

come in her mouth, so it would be all over.

But then Adriano urged her up, and she was complying, presenting her rear

to him again, only this time facing along the bed towards her husband.

She looked up at him now, eyes connecting with his for a brief moment,

and he saw the fear in her. She reached out a hand, and was so close David

could take it in his, even as their landlord’s son lined up between her calves,

pointing his hard cock to Evie’s waiting pussy.

This was it. No turning back now.

Adriano pulled Evie back, lifting her petite frame at the hips to now pull her

into the right position – and she helped him. David continued to hold her

hand as the other man pushed his fingers into her pussy and drew her

moisture out over her pussy lips.

Then he was guiding the tip of his cock to her snatch, his other hand on her

lower back holding her firm.

David and Evie seemed to gasp in unison as their visitor eased forward and

penetrated her. He felt his wife’s little hand quiver in his as the man filled

her, and he squeezed her gently, trying to be reassuring.

Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.

Another man was fucking his wife. One hand holding her neck of all places,

he rocked his hips back and forth as his hard cock plunged into her like a

piston. David could hear the wet sounds of his defiling her, along with the

brute grunts from Adriano and the quiet, almost mournful moans from


“Oh yes…” Adriano said as he now put two hands either side of her waist

to support hiss pounding.

David just watched, holding his wife’s hand, slightly embarrassed at his

own erection, hoping she wouldn’t see it.

How could he not be aroused? Even though it was his wife, an exquisitely

beautiful girl was on his bed, right in front of him, naked, being screwed by

a naked guy.

Evie was squeezing his hand back, trying to express her love for him even

while she was violated by this other man. She didn’t look at her husband,

though. Just demurely gazed downward.

Adriano slapped her on the butt and withdrew, and David found himself

hoping it was all over. That was long enough, wasn’t it? It hadn’t really

sounded as though he’d come, but perhaps he was the silent type.

But he wasn’t done.

He nudged Evie aside and now lay down on the bed, on his back. Evie

looked suddenly panicked, but she complied with him as he reached for

her hips, urging her to straddle him, to impale herself on his cock.

There was no holding onto her hand now, as she crouched over their

landlord’s son. Adriano was actually holding her butt, his hands forming a

seat for her, where she actually sat still, and underneath Adriano was the

one doing all the work in order to continue fucking her.

David thought it clear the guy spent a fair amount of time in the gym.

He turned away again, and now absently thumbed through the bills, feeling

like Judas handling his thirty pieces of silver. 20… 40… 60… 80…

Surprise grew through him, intensifying the underlying horror that had

become just a constant throbbing inside him, and now turned white-hot

once again. The money was not enough. Adriano had given them just one

month’s rent.

He turned, but it was too late to say anything.

Evie and Adriano were now lying on their sides, Adriano lying behind her

sliding his glistening cock into her pussy while holding up her right leg,

apparently so that David could see everything.

Evie reached over to give him her hand again, and she actually smiled.

David returned her smile, trying to keep her upbeat.

Then she closed her eyes and moaned as Adriano began to pound her

again, rocking her entire body with the force of his penetration. David was

unable to turn away from the sight of that obscene phallus plunging into his

wife’s pussy – staring like a motorist driving by a shocking accident on the


Evie kept her eyes closed, appearing to focus on breathing.

After an age, Adriano knelt up, holding her leg over his shoulder as he

continued to pump his cock into her little pink pussy. Was it never going to


Then, at last, he was pulling his cock out of her, pulling her leg over so her

thighs parted over his, and he was groaning as his come spurted over her

chest, hitting her face, her breasts, dribbling over her stomach.

Evie was grinning, laughing even. It wasn’t something she did with David.

Messy, dirty, smeared all over her. She just giggled.

Perhaps it was shock.

David stroked her hand, reassuring her, but she just lay where she was, not

moving, perhaps unsure what to do now Adriano pulled himself away, so

casual, reaching for his clothes.

David said: “There’s only one month’s rent here.”

Evie suddenly looked at her husband, afraid.

Perhaps it just stressed the point that what had just happened had

happened for money, but David felt there was never going to be a good

time to bring it up. He had to bring it up now.

Doing up the belt on his jeans, Adriano beamed: “And it was worth every

penny, my friend.”

“We agreed two months.”

Adriano chuckled, “I could give you two months – but you’d only have to

give it back to pay the rent, no?”

It was a harsh truth.

“This way, you have another month, and maybe some spending money

too, right?” said their landlord’s son with a wicked grin. “Maybe you’ll

invite me back next month, huh? We’ll have some more good times.”

David groaned inwardly. God, and what did happen if it came to next

month, and neither of them still had jobs? The President wasn’t going to

turn the economy round in just four weeks, that was for sure.

“Here,” Adriano said once he’d pulled his t-shirt back on, and retrieved

another bill, passing it over to a horrified Evie.

A hundred.

“Call it a tip – you are certainly worth it,” Adriano smiled magnanimously.

Their lord and master.

Evie looked so awkward, uncomfortable as she took it from him, but a

hundred was a hundred. She stood, and David stood, but they left Adriano

to find his own way out.

On their own once again once the front door slammed, Evie stepped back

to show him the other man’s come smeared all over her, like he needed


“That wasn’t so bad, sweetie,” she said quietly. “For 20 minutes in bed.”

“For 20 minutes – “

David looked at his watch – it was true. God, it felt as though at least an

hour or two had passed since he’d opened the door for Adriano. But the

guy had come and gone in substantially less than half an hour.

David sighed, “How was it for you?”

She shrugged, flicking some of her hair out of her sticky face, “It was

okay. He’s not as big as you… where it counts. It felt okay. I closed my

eyes and thought of you.”

Her hands came down to his pants now, and she gasped as she felt his

massive hardness.

“You liked watching me?” she asked.

David blushed, but he found a sudden overwhelming urge to keep his pain

to himself, to avoid any suggestion that her actions and his own consent

may have made him feel so terrible.

He said simply: “You’re a sexy girl, Evie, even with another man.”

She laughed, “You’re a strange one, David, you know that?”

And she reached to pull off his shirt, and then was fumbling with his belt.

“You want me to join you in the shower?” he asked, as she now forced his

pants down to the floor.

“I want you to finish me off – in the shower or wherever,” she said, her

voice husky with desire.

David felt a little tickle of unbridled lust flicker through him at the sudden

thought of fucking his wife right now, perhaps even there where she’d just

been with another man, sliding his chest over hers, while she was still sticky

with the filthy emissions of their landlord’s son.

He picked her up bodily, making her squeal in delight as he carried her two

steps, laid her out on the bed.

“Oh David…”

He felt her stretching around his cock as he fed it inside her hot, soaking

pussy, as though she’d become accustomed to having a smaller man within

her. It made it feel slightly different from normal, but good.

Was he truly revolting to be so aroused now at the thought his beautiful

bride had just slept with another man?

“What if we don’t get jobs before next month, David?”

He kissed her mouth as he pressed his body to hers, thrusting his charged

manhood into her. He said: “Don’t worry, we’ll be okay. I love you, right?”

“And I love you.”

He smiled, trying to ignore the feeling of pure chaos inside him, and added:

“It just might be a good idea for us to try and, at least, be friends with

Adriano for a while.”


Kay’s Story

This story contains details of wife sharing/adultery, so you should only

read it if that turns you on.

With special thanks to Kay who told me what actually happened and then

shared with me what she wished had happened.

* * * * * * * * * *

It probably helps if I tell you a bit about myself first. I’m forty-four and

Ken and I have been married for twenty-four years. I’m a brunette, five feet

four inches tall, 116 pounds and with a 36C bust.

I met Ken at college when I was eighteen; I hadn’t actually had many

boyfriends and was still a virgin. We’d been going out for two months

before things started to get serious. We got very passionate one evening

and almost before I realised it Ken had removed my panties and was

unzipping himself and trying to move between my legs.

I was hugely tempted to let him, but was even more worried about

becoming pregnant and managed to stop him. He apologised and said he

got carried away, but a week later we were alone in my room and inevitably

things got very passionate again.

Ken whispered in my ear that he had a condom and then began to remove

my panties. I made no attempt to stop him and seconds later his cock slid

into my very wet pussy. I was really impressed with the strength (hardness)

of his cock. My worries about the first time being painful proved

unnecessary; his cock felt lovely inside me and I realised I was going to

enjoy sex.

After that we had sex regularly and were married nearly two years later. Of

course we’ve had our ups and downs, but overall our marriage has been

fine. However for several years now I have wondered what it would be like

to have sex with another man. At first I felt guilty about these thoughts and

almost tried to pretend that I wasn’t having them. Then I realised it was just

natural curiosity and nothing to be ashamed of.

I’m rather shy and conservative, perhaps if I’d been more extrovert I might

have told Ken about these feelings. In truth there were a couple of

occasions in bed when I made hints about this and Ken seemed to

understand what I was suggesting. However we were too inhibited to

discuss these feelings and it became an unspoken subject.

It might well have stayed that way, but for a development at work. I’m a

legal secretary and as you can guess it’s quite a formal and correct work

atmosphere and I always dress in sensible business clothes.

One of our staff, Dave, is part of the group which includes my husband

who play golf most weekends. Very occasionally I see him socially. There

had been a barbeque and as it was a very hot day I wore an off the

shoulder sun dress. I was bending over one of the tables sorting out drinks

and when I looked up it was obvious that Dave had been enjoying a good

look down the front of my dress. I blushed and turned away.

When my embarrassment had subsided I was left with a definite feeling of

excitement. I know I don’t have a killer bust, but I’m not flat chested and I

have to be honest and say I was flattered to find another man looking at me

in a sexual way, even though I am distinctly middle aged.

That mild sexual charge was still with me when we returned home and I

made it clear to Ken that I wanted to have sex. As he was fucking me I told

him how I’d caught Dave sneaking a look at my tits. I didn’t want Ken to

get the wrong impression so I was careful to stress that I hadn’t done it

deliberately. He didn’t seem to mind and said that given the opportunity any

man would enjoy having a look at my tits. Nothing more was said because

Ken picked up the pace of his fucking and seconds later he came very


At work on Monday I said hello to Dave just as normal and no one could

have detected any change in our relationship. But his eyes held mine for a

fraction longer than was necessary and hinted that I was no longer just a

work colleague and the wife of a golfing friend.

It was approaching lunchtime when I went down to the supply room. I

hadn’t been in there very long when Dave entered. It’s normally a pretty

quiet room and his sudden appearance seemed to be more than a

coincidence. That was confirmed when he apologised for the weekend. He

said looking down my dress hadn’t been deliberate and I looked so

attractive that any normal man would have done what he did. While he said

this he moved closer to me than was really necessary and I became aware

that my heart was beating rather fast.

“I hope I didn’t offend you,” he concluded. I said that he hadn’t. “Good,”

he murmured and moved in and kissed me. At first I stood very stiffly, but

then his left hand moved to my breast and began to squeeze and fondle it. I

did nothing to stop him, his kissing became more passionate and without

thinking about it I found myself responding.

That must have encouraged him because his hand moved to my hip and his

thumb began to caress the area just above my bush. It was very obvious

what his next target was going to be and as I was wearing a knee length

black skirt access wouldn’t be a problem, if I wanted to allow it.

That was the big question – did I want allow him intimate access? My

stomach was churning and I felt very aroused, but also very confused. At

last something exciting was happening to me, but at the same time I felt

very guilty. I heard a noise and jumped away from Dave with a start.

“Someone’s coming,” I said and hurried out of the room (though it turned

out that there wasn’t anyone). I didn’t return to my desk because I thought

people might notice how flustered I was, so instead I headed for the rest

room. Sat on the stall I touched the gusset of my panties — it was very

damp and confirmed just how aroused I was.

After that Dave minimised any contact with me. He didn’t snub me and

wasn’t rude, but it was clear he was avoiding making eye contact with me. I

felt both relieved and disappointed by that. If I’m honest the

disappointment was uppermost and I did find myself imagining a scenario

where Dave had pushed me face down across the table in the supply room

and mounted me from behind. I am naturally rather submissive and I like

the idea of a dominant male who is happy to take his pleasure.

Anyway the moment seemed to have passed, but I definitely found myself

thinking about what might have been.

Two weeks later the whole office had to stay late to complete a major case

we’d been working on for several weeks. It was 8pm when I found myself

taking the elevator down and as luck would have it I shared it with Dave.

A thundershower was crossing the city and at the main entrance we looked

out on a car park raked by torrential rain.

“Are you okay getting home in this?” Dave asked.

“Well it’s going to be interesting. I would have asked Ken to meet my train,

but he’s not due back until later.” Our eyes met and Dave held my gaze.

“Well if Ken’s not going to be back until later I can offer to fill the gap and

give you a lift home.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind. It will probably save me from getting


So we scurried across the car park and into Dave’s car. The windows

steamed up straight away and there was an awkward silence when Dave

leaned across me to wipe the passenger window.

It’s a fast road back home and it wasn’t long before Dave was pulling onto

the puddle filled drive in front of our house. All the way home this was the

moment I had been agonising about.

“I’ll see you safely into the house if you want,” Dave offered. We looked at

each other and although on the face of it his offer was perfectly reasonable,

there was an obvious subtext. It was still light, I was a grown woman and

was used to entering the house alone. There was no need to accept Dave’s

offer, but if I did we both knew what it meant.

“OK,” I said. “That would make me feel safer.”

We entered the house and Dave helped me slip my coat off. He hung it up

and turned back to me. My heart was pounding as he moved closer to me

and with his eyes fixed on mine he began to unbutton my blouse. Once all

the buttons were undone he pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my

skirt and, using both hands to push my breasts together, he buried his face

in my cleavage. After a moment he surfaced and began to kiss me.

One hand was squeezing my backside and the other started rubbing my

pussy through my skirt. Next his hand slid up inside my skirt and he can’t

have missed the message which my damp panties proclaimed.

His hand slid inside my panties, he was distracted briefly by my bush then

probed between my legs. First one finger slid into me, then a second. I was

very excited, but stopped him when he started to pull my panties down.

“Not here.”



So I led Dave upstairs and to our marital bed. He pushed my blouse off my

shoulders and then unzipped my skirt. Now I was stood in just my lacy

white bra and pants set. Dave moved me across so I was stood in front of

our dressing table mirror and began to cuddle me from behind. One hand

fondled my breasts while the other slid inside my panties. The lacy front

panel meant I had a clear view of his hand working between my legs. It was

surprisingly arousing watching myself being caressed by Dave (a bit like

having your own private porn movie). I could feel his erection pressing

against my backside and it was very obvious that we were well past the

point of no return and his cock would soon be inside me.

He unclipped my bra and I shrugged it off. Then he tugged at my panties

and seconds later they were tossed carelessly to one side. I climbed

inbetween the sheets and watched as Dave undressed. He was probably in

his mid forties and was still in decent shape (no beer belly thankfully or he

wouldn’t have got this far). He took a condom from his wallet and placed it

on the bedside cabinet. Blushing slightly and unable to look him in the eye I

explained that he wouldn’t need to use a condom, I was safe and I wanted

to feel him cum inside me.

He pulled his shorts down and a pleasingly erect cock sprang into view. I

don’t know if I’m typical, but I do like to see an erect cock. They’re so

strong and aggressive looking and of course the knowledge that they’re like

that because you’ve excited them is a real turn-on. His ball sac was tight

and I realised my pussy was going to receive a full load of sperm.

He climbed into the bed and moved between my legs. There were no

preliminaries, we were both very excited and knew what we wanted. The

rubbery tip of his penis bumped against my inner thigh and Dave shifted

position slightly to correct his aim. His penis brushed against my pussy

sending a delicious shiver of excitement through me. Then it nuzzled

against my cunt lips and I suddenly felt light-headed, almost faint.

Please remember that I had only ever had sex with one man before this so it

was a pretty momentous event for me. Dave leaned forward, my cunt lips

parted and his cock slid into me. That was it – after twenty four years my

married pussy had finally yielded to another man’s cock. I gasped at that

first thrust, then gasped again as a second thrust took Dave deep into my


I’ll be honest and say that Dave had an average sized cock and not some

monster which ravaged my inexperienced pussy. Physically he may not

have been very different from Ken, but I could easily tell it wasn’t Ken

fucking me. The whole feeling was quite different, mainly because Dave

was very forceful, pinning me down on the bed and ramming it into me in a

very direct, very masculine way.

We hadn’t really been fucking for very long when I thought he might be

going to cum. I wasn’t wrong and when he did he completely overwhelmed

me with the force of his passion.

It all happened very quickly — there was a final brutal thrust, he stuck a

finger up my backside, clamped his mouth over mine and kissed me

incredibly deeply. Every possible sexual opening was taken and I’ve never

felt so totally possessed before; suddenly I was arching my back and

shuddering as a series of orgasmic waves swept through me.

Dave collapsed on top of me and I lay there in something approaching a

daze. I hadn’t expected him to be such a combative lover — it was as

though he’d felt the need to pound me into submission. I couldn’t deny the

intensity of it, but I wasn’t sure how I would cope with it as your normal,

week in, week out style of lovemaking.

Of course I realised the clock was ticking and after a while I told Dave that

he would have to go. He made a token protest, but I think he was perfectly

content with what he’d had.

I slipped on a nightdress and a robe and saw him to the door. Before I

opened the door he kissed me again, slipped his hand inside my robe and

squeezed my breasts.

“You were wonderful,” he said. “I loved being inside you. Ken’s a lucky


I blushed at that and opened the door for him. I returned to the lounge and

watched as the lights of Dave’s car disappeared into the gathering gloom.

Was my husband a lucky man? We had a happy marriage, but I had spread

my legs for another man and had a load of his sperm in my pussy. It might

sound strange but I felt a need to share everything with my husband. Not

simply to confess, but to involve him and make him part of it.

I knew it might go disastrously wrong, but somehow I had this idea that it

would take us to a different level of intimacy, one that not many couples


The event Ken was attending was due to finish at 10pm and true to form a

text arrived just after the hour saying he was leaving shortly. We have sent

each other sexy text messages in the past, but my reply was much more

direct than usual.

Hurry home. I need your cock inside me. xxxxx

Seconds later my phone beeped as his reply arrived.


I had to laugh at that. There was a comedy we’d seen a couple of months

back where a husband sent his wife a message containing just that single

word. Apparently it stood for Be Upstairs Ready My Angel; not one I’d

heard of before.

Anyway I went upstairs, slipped my clothes off and got in bed. Of course I

was very aware that a short while ago I had been laid back in this bed

gasping and groaning as Dave rammed his cock into my adulterous pussy.

Now I was going to seduce my husband into accepting what had


About fifteen minutes later I heard his car pull onto our drive. The house

door opened, then closed, there was the sound of his key in the lock and

then he rushed upstairs. He grinned with delight when he saw me in bed

and began to undress with indecent haste.

His cock was erect and swung lewdly in front of him as he climbed on the

bed. He grabbed hold of me, kissed me and slid his hand between my legs.

He must have expected the normal moist arousal of a married pussy;

instead he got slick wetness and cunt lips which were still gaping from the

passage of another man’s cock. That stopped him in his tracks.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his eyes puzzled. I wriggled to one side to get

him right between my legs, then grabbed his cock and guided it towards

my pussy.

“I know, but please fuck me, just fuck me.”

“But…what…you?” he stuttered. I pulled him to me and his cock slid into

me, making us both gasp.

“Yes, I’ve been fucked. I’ll explain later, but now just fuck me. I need you

to cum inside me.”

The results were explosive. A burst of intense fucking then the familiar

stiffening and swell of his cock and the lovely warm, wet feeling as he

released his load inside me.

Laid together afterwards I described what had happened. It wasn’t a long

or very detailed account because Ken became erect and had to have me

again. It had been a long time since he’d cum twice in one session and was

a clear sign of how much this had excited him.

The next week or so was a sexual blur because we made love daily.

Inevitably it involved me retelling what had happened with Dave and we

discovered the pleasure of some dirty talk. Ken referred to me as his slut

(and very obviously got a kick out of that), so I told him to fuck his slut.

Previously we had never used the C word, but now Ken told me what a

lovely, fuckable cunt I had and for my part I urged him to fill my cunt with

his sperm.

Of course we talked about where this was all going to lead and we both

agreed that there wouldn’t be anything further with Dave.

A week later Dave again intercepted me in the supply room and clearly

hoped to arrange another liaison. As gently as possible I explained that

what had happened was a one-off and wasn’t going to be repeated. I said

that a relationship at work was too dangerous, neither of us wanted to be

looking for a new job and we should leave it at that. He was disappointed,

but could see the sense in what I said.

I guess if there is another barbeque we perhaps ought to find an excuse for

not attending. I’m not sure how comfortable Ken would be seeing Dave

and thinking he’s fucked my wife, his cock has fired a load of sperm into

my wife’s pussy. We haven’t discussed that, though I think our new found

intimacy can cope with it if need be.

Ken and I do have a weekend away planned. We went shopping together

and I got a new dress and some new lingerie. Exactly what will happen on

that weekend we haven’t decided.

Ken has asked me if I want to take a lover again and I said that as long as

he was comfortable with it then yes I was interested. I wouldn’t want it to

be a regular thing, but the idea of being discretely promiscuous and

occasionally indulging myself in a special treat does appeal to me.


Watching My Wife

“Bye honey, I’m late!” I quickly kissed Annabelle’s cheeks and rushed

down the stairs, adjusting my tie. I quickly said bye to Dave, my younger

brother, who was watching a reality T.V. show downstairs.

“Bye, John,” Dave waved.

“Take care of Anna,” I yelled, grabbing my keys and rushing out to the car.

I didn’t want to lose my job. I was going to take to a plane to the

California. It was only three a.m., and it was still dark outside. I just wanted

to get to California early. The money was a little bit tight; and me and Anna

were thinking about having a baby.

Anna and I have been married for three years. She has a great personality,

not to mention the beautiful titanic breasts. She has curves in all the right

places, and her full, red lips always beg to be kissed. Her blonde hair is

down to her belly button, long and luscious, just how I like it. She had

bright blue eyes that always gleamed with happiness.

I could always trust my dear Anna, but sometimes I have thoughts about if

she thinks about Dave, a little too much. I see the way Dave looks at her

sometimes; and it makes me kind of nervous.

I remember visiting my parents at the age of 26, since my mom was getting

a little bit sick. I walked in on Dave wanking, and his dick looked almost 9

inches. He was only 17 at the time. Dave had a little bit of a reputation to

break up relationships, and hopefully he didn’t think about breaking up this

one. Anna is the one.

Dave was only 23 to my 32, and he was lean and muscular. He had dark

brown eyes, and he had this kind of mean vibe about him that made him a

bit scary. Dave was staying with me and Anna because he got kicked out

of his house by his landlord. He fucked his landlord’s wife.

I hopped inside of the truck. Hopefully Anna remembered that she was

supposed to get the truck back from the airport and bring it back home. I

drove a couple of blocks away when I finally noticed that I forgot my

damn suitcase with my project supplies. I cursed and sped home. I noticed

that Dave’s car was still there, when around this time, he goes to the gym.

He likes to go to the gym very early for some reason.

Curious, and forgetting about my job and the plane, I quietly opened the

door and walked in. I peeked in the living room, to find out that Dave

wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore.

“What the heck?” I thought.

I silently walked upstairs, and Dave’s door was wide open. He wasn’t in

there either, and I didn’t hear the sound of the shower on.

Our bedroom door was open, when Annabelle usually keeps it closed. I

kneeled down and crawled to the door, probably looking stupid. I peeked

in and saw that Dave was kneeling over Annabelle. Anna was still asleep.

“You are so sexy, Anna,” Dave whispered. “I’m going to have you, and

you are going to like it!”

At that point, I should of walked in and punched the hell out of Dave, and

kicked him out of the house. But for some unknown reason, I didn’t.

“Oh, yeah,” Dave slowly unzipped his pants and took it off, which

exposed his white briefs. He took off his shirt to reveal his six pack.

Dave moved the covers away from Anna. He gasped. Anna always slept

naked. Dave moaned.

He suckled on Anna’s pink nipples. When Anna moaned, he paused. “Oh,


She thought he was me!

He continued kissing down her body until he met her love spot. He spread

her legs and fingered her while licking her clit.

In no time, she was cumming, while screaming my name.

Dave rose up and kissed her, and paused to think. He probably wanted a

blowjob, but he decided not to get one.

Dave spread her legs and mounted her. His dick was bigger than I last seen

it. His purple head slowly was engulfed by Anna’s beautiful, bald, pussy.

Me, being only 5.5 inches long, knew that Anna would automatically know

that I wasn’t the one inserting my dick into her.

She was moaning until Dave passed the 5.5 mark, entering a place I could

never reach. She quickly opened her eyes and yelled.

“No, no! I’m married to your brother!” Anna was pushing Dave back.

Dave, not caring, pushed in more.

Anna moaned once more. “No, no, please…” Anna pleaded, getting quieter

and quieter each time until she wasn’t pleading anymore.

Dave smirked. His smirk was quickly replaced by a frown when he found

that Anna couldn’t take any more of him. He was at the seven inch mark.

I was the only guy who ever fucked Anna, and Anna never used a dildo in

her life. She wasn’t accustomed to this size.

“No,” Anna gasped. Dave brought his lips down to Anna and pulled out,

and shoved back in, his whole 10 inches going inside of her.

She broke off the kiss and yelled a yell that was full of pain, but satisfaction

ruled over it.

Dave slowly pumped in and out, while Anna came two times in ten minutes.

Dave slowly switched to long, hard strokes which made the whole bed


“Oh, yes, your pussy is so tight,” Dave moaned.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes!” Anna pushed back onto Dave.

Dave grunted loudly and switched to short strokes, that sent Anna into a

frenzy. She was cumming harder than ever before.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Dave groaned. His body started to jerk and he pressed his

dick up to Anna’s big butt and grinded it.

I then realized that they didn’t use protection. Anna and I always used

protection, since she was allergic to the pill. My mind reeled with the


I noticed that Dave started to grind his dick over Anna’s pussy again, and

Anna grinded back.

“Let’s go to your room,” Anna said, breathless. “Don’t you want the smell

of my pussy all over the sheets?”

My Anna wasn’t like this. My heart stung. Dave groaned loudly and picked

Anna up. She was still on his dick.

I quickly moved into the bathroom right next to Dave’s room, hiding

behind the door. I thought they would of caught me, but they were too

caught up in their lust to check if someone was around.

When they got in the room and didn’t close the door, I slowly crept out

and kneeled behind the door.

Dave brought Anna on the bed, and he resumed grinding on her.

“Mmm,” Anna said.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dave replied.

“Let me taste you,” Anna said.

Dave reluctantly pulled out and Anna jumped on him. I never seen her with

this much enthusiasm during sex.

Why aren’t I stopping him? I could divorce Anna. But for some reason, the

bulge in my pants told me not to. This was really turning me on.

Anna sucked Dave’s cock like a porn star, and she played with his balls.

Dave was humping his dick to her mouth, and almost came when Anna put

her finger in his ass.

“No, I want to come in you,” Dave pulled out, hesitantly.

Dave grabbed Anna, flipped her over, and slapped her ass twice, leaving

red, angry hand prints.

Anna squealed, but pushed her ass back for more. “Dave, fuck me,” Anna

looked back seductively.

Dave groaned and put his whole 10 inches in her with one single stroke.

Both of them moaned.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” Anna pushed back.

Dave pumped harder and harder. Suddenly, he pulled out.

“Get on top of me,” He demanded.

She quickly got on top of him and sat on him. She rubbed against him,

while Dave pumped in and out of her. This went on for about ten minutes

until Anna started to squeal again.

“Oh, yeah, give me your cum!” Anna screamed.

Dave moaned and dumped his load into her.

I made the mistake off moaning with him, which made them scramble away

from each other.

“Did you hear that?” Anna whispered.

“No,” Dave lied.



My Wife, The Hot Nurse

Let me just start at the beginning about how my husband got me into

having sex with other men, To start I am a 38 year old attractive Brunette

with a sexy body and I am a nurse.

It all started with my husband Tim in the Hospital for a few days and one

night while I was working I came in to look in on him during my break and

he talked me into giving him a Blowjob , even with another man in the bed

next to him with just a curtain separating them.

I was a little hesitant at first but when I seen his cock I had to suck it, I was

licking and sucking his cock like a hungry slut and after a few minutes of

my mouth magic he lifted his hips and moaned as he filled my mouth with

his hot load.

I swallowed all of it and then was totally surprised when the guy in the next

bed said he needed some nursing like that, he had watched the whole thing

of me sucking Tim’s cock and then to my surprise Tim told me to go

ahead and give him a little cock nursing .

Tim had told me on more than one occasion that he wanted to watch me

have sex with other guys but I never gave it much thought till this moment.

The other guys name was Roger and he already had his cock in his hand

stroking it, he was a few years older than Tim and had a nice size cock,

Tim told me to be a good nurse and make Roger fill as good as I had made

him fill.

I was in a daze with what was happening and just walked over to Roger

and told him to lay back, with that I leaned over and started licking Roger’s

cock up and down it’s shaft then rapping my lips around it took it in my

mouth and sucked it all the way to it’s base, I was getting so hot knowing I

had a strange cock in my mouth sucking it while Tim was right there

watching me.

It wasn’t long before Roger moaned and I felt his thick liquid coat the back

of my throat I kept sucking till I had every drop and when his cock got

limp I let it pop out of my mouth.

Tim had a big grin on his face and so did Roger , I ended up sucking

Roger’s cock three more times for Tim to watch before they got relished

from the hospital.

That’s how this whole thing got started and know I work a few nights a

week at this rehabilitation facility for elderly people with different types of

injuries , on more than one occasion some of the older gentleman would

grab my ass and I have even had a few to fondle my breast while checking

on them.

Then to my surprise I had a man named Dave one night offer to pay me to

rub his cock for him, but I declined until he gave me the sob story that he

had not had a woman touch him or he touch a woman in ten years, he was

68 and I felt so bad for him that I caved in to his demands free of coarse.

I put some lotion on my hand and rubbed his cock and then to my surprise

it grew in my hand to about 8 inches and thick ,I kept stroking and it wasn’t

long before he came all over my hands ,I cleaned up the load he had got on

the sheets and my hands.

He thanked me over and over and I went on my rounds.

When I got home I told Tim what had happened and he told me that I

should have sucked on his cock to give him the full pleasure and also let

him rub on my pussy since it had been so long for the old guy.

So when it was my turn to work at the facility again it wasn’t long before

Dave was asking me for a helping hand with something , so when I went in

to see him later in the night he already had his dick out and was rubbing it ,

but I shocked him when I asked him if he wanted to touch my pussy and

rub on me.

He said he had wanted to touch me from the first time he had seen me, so I

slid my pants down a little and then my panties , He wasted know time

sliding a finger into my wet hole and worked it in and out while playing with

my clit till I had a heart pounding orgasm , I even let him kiss and suck on

my tits.

After the way he had made me feel I thought about what Tim had said and

went down on Dave’s cock licking its shaft and then sucking it in my mouth

, I could barely fit it in my mouth as thick as it was , but I sucked as much

as I could in and he moaned and I knew he was going to fill my mouth with

ten years of pint up desire’s and then I felt cock veins swell in my mouth

and then it seemed like he came and came till I couldn’t swallow it all and

some of his salty load dribbled out the corners of my mouth.

So know on a regular base I will service Dave and I have even let him fuck

me with his big cock a few times and know Dave has let the word slip

around about what I have been doing for him and know I have three other

men that want some of my special nursing skills so know I have to suck off

four men on the nights I work and some times I will let them fuck me along

with playing with my pussy and tits.

Tim loves to hear all the hot details of my nightly rounds at the clinic and

know he wants to watch instead of just hearing about it he even wants to

invite some of his friends into our sex antics while he watches me take on 3

or 4 guys at once .

So he invited some guys over one night and we all sat around drinking and

talking and he had me wear a sexy little outfit that high lighted my every

curve .

He had me act like I had to much to drink and just act passed out on the

couch next to him , he then got up and left me in there while he went to the

bath room, he also acted like he was drunk and stayed in our bedroom laid

out across the bed.

Rick one of his buddies got up and went to check on him and seen he was

on the bed out of it , I could hear him tell Mike, Jerry, and Donnie that Tim

was out.

Then I heard Jerry say what were they going to do with Joyce, and Donnie

said I know what I’d like to do to her and Rick told him to go ahead she

want know what going on and with that Donnie slid over next to me not

knowing I was faking being passed out , he slid his hands up under my

short skirt and was squeezing my bare ass with just my thong on .

Then Mike joined in and they laid me over on the couch on my back , then

Jerry unzipped my skirt and opened it up to be looking at my see thru black

thong and it want but I few minutes that they had me stripped naked and

was kissing and licking my erect nipples and Rick had his fingers working

in and out of my pussy .

The guys was so busy working me over they did not notice that Tim was in

the back ground with his video camera going .

All four guys took turns licking my pussy , sucking on my tits and nipples

until Donnie said he couldn’t take it any longer he had to fuck me, and with

that they spread my legs wider and Donnie rubbed his hard cock up and

down my wet slit and then eased it inside of me , after a few minutes of

steady pumping I had a orgasm that shook my whole body .

I then acted to awake a little and mumbled like it was Tim fucking me , then

I said put your cock in my mouth baby and Rick was more than happy to

and eased his cock into my mouth ,he fucked my mouth with a smooth in

and out motion and then Donnie had reentered my hot pussy , It was my

first time having two cocks at once , Donnie then filled my pussy with his

hot load and Rick pulled out of my mouth and entered my cum soaked

pussy then he added his load to pussy.

Before the night was over all four guys had fucked my mouth and finished

by filling my pussy with there hot loads , I had cum running down the

crack of my ass and legs, after all the action they got dressed and left my

cum soaked pussy naked on the couch .

Tim came in after they left and we kissed and then he added his hot load on

every one else load, Tim said that was the most exciting thing he had ever

seen with four guys taking turns fucking me , we both watched the video

and are already planning another fuck fest but this time I want to suck cock

while being fucked and have the guys cum in all my holes while I’m awake

and having fun and Tim can even join in so maybe I can take on five or six

guys this time.

Maybe that can be our next story!!


byNo Panty Girl©

We had departed Papua, New Guinea outbound to find an island to spend

the next week in solicitude.

The Zaka was loaded stem to stern with a fresh load of supplies as her

bow cut the sea on an east south east course leaving civilization astern.

Zaka was a forty foot Sabre with an auxiliary diesel and could easily be

sailed by my husband and me. John had retired early from his successful

dental practice and we had purchased Zaka to experience our dream of

sailing around the world.

We had purchased Zaka in San Diego and set sail out into the Pacific in our

pride and joy.

Both John and I were skilled sailors having owned a thirty-two foot Shark

in which we had explored the inland waters of the Great Lakes. This was to

be our first salt water voyage.

During our first few days out of San Diego we familiarized ourselves with

Zaka’s little quirks and characteristics and soon we had bonded with our

new home.

Our new life was wonderful, once out of sight of shore John and I shed our

clothes and cavorted naked on Zaka’s deck. Well off the shipping lanes we

were in a world of our own and away from prying eyes. We were able to

eat, tan and make love on Zaka’s vast foredeck without fear of being


New Guinea was our first scheduled port of call on out itinerary. After a

week at sea we needed to refill our fresh water tank and restock the


After a luxurious bubble bath and a good night’s sleep at Papau’s Mandang

Hotel we set sail early the following morning on the next leg of our voyage.

The waters were more populated as we left Papua and were compelled to

wear swimsuits until eventually we were able to get nude again.

Tuvaki appeared on the horizon just as the chart had predicted. Tuvaki is a

small island, just under a mile in length and deserted since the Americans

had used it as petrol supply depot during the war.

We had hoped to have Tuvaki to ourselves to enjoy for a few days but as

we got closer we could see the masthead of another boat bobbing in a

lagoon on the shoreline. It was time to don our suits again.

As the island grew larger we could make out the hulls of a pale blue

catamaran laying at anchor and a curl of smoke coming from a campfire on

the beach. The occupants of the other boat had gone ashore to cook their


Zaka glided into the lagoon alongside the cat were we dropped sail and the

anchor. Squaring away the rigging John launched the Zodiac over Zaka’s

stern and we boarded to go ashore and meet our new neighbors.

The roar of the Mercury outboard coming to like with a puff of blue smoke

sent a flock of birds into the sky as John pointed the inflatable towards the


They came out of the wooded shoreline to investigate the noise. The

Tournay’s were a young couple, he about thirty and his blonde wife a few

years younger.

Dave came over to greet us grabbing the Zodiac’s painter and dragging us

up onto the sand.

There was the customary shaking of hands and introductions as we

became acquainted with our fellow islanders.

Dave told us he and his wife Judy were from Canada and had won enough

money in a lottery to realize their dream similar to ours of buying a boat

and sailing the seas.

Dave said they had been cruising port to port for eight months stopping

here and there at their pleasure.

Dave was a good looking man of about five foot eleven with a well tanned

athletic body and sporting a dark moustache and beard matching his wavy

hair. He wore only a pair of cut-off kaki shorts and a pair of Dockers

boating shoes.

His wife Judy was a frumpy redhead that needed to loose twenty pounds to

fit into the two piece swimsuit that barely covered her.

The Tournay’s informed us they had arrived the day before and spent the

previous night aboard their boat before coming ashore to explore the


Dave told us they had found an old rusted metal shed in the bush with a

bunch of old American junk scattered around it.

He said the far side of the island was a super white sand beach with the

prevailing wind pounding it with terrific surf. He had wanted to try surfing

and was looking for something he could make into a surf board.

John was an avid surfer and the two of them begin discussing what they

could use to ride the breakers.

Judy told me that she had worked as a cleaner at their local hospital before

they hit it big on the lottery. She had married Dave ten years earlier when

she was twenty-two. Dave had been a truck driver who had come into the

coffee shop where she worked at the time and swept her off her feet.

Judy was not use to male attention and had always been a wallflower at

school dances. Dave’s sudden attention overwhelmed her and before she

knew it she found herself getting married to him.

Judy confided that Dave was a sex maniac wanting her only for sex. She

said she had to have sex with her husband three times a day or he was not


I thought of how many women would be envious of her problem. I was

lucky if John wanted to make love to me once a week.

She also told me that her husband wanted to get her into “swinging”,

exchanging sexual partners with other couples. She had tried it a couple of

times but didn’t like it.

Judy and I continued chatting while we got our dinner ready. The guys

were absorbed in their surfing plans.

I was relieved when we were back aboard Zaka after eating on the beach

with the Tournay’s.

John and I made long leisurely love before falling off to sleep. I always

slept well aboard Zaka with the water softly lapping against her hull. I

dropped off with Dave Tounnay on my mind for some unexplainable


Early the following morning John discovered a crack forming in Zaka’s

fiberglass hull by the bilge water pump discharge port. It was not leaking

yet but with the hulls constant twisting and bending while under sail it could

become worse. Jon knew it should be repaired as soon as possible.

John and Dave discussed sailing Zaka back to Papua to have the repairs

made. Dave said the trip could make the problem worse and suggested

John take his boat and sail to Papua and pickup a repair kit. Dave said his

cat could make the round trip in three days.

John agreed to Dave’s plan and rather than leaving us women alone it was

decided Judy would accompany John as she knew the boat and Dave

would stay with me on the Zaka.

Dave and I watched from Zaka’s deck as the catamaran vanished over the


I had dressed fairly conservatively during our stay on Tuvaki not wanting

to arouse Dave’s vulgar desires. I knew I was going to have to hold him at

bay for the next three days but I could not tell my husband or he would not

agreed to make the necessary trip.

I tried to remain distant to Dave as the remainder of the day progressed.

John had only been gone a few hours and already I missed him.

We went though the motions of cooking our dinner ashore and then

boarded Zaka for the night.

There was plenty of cabin space for privacy aboard Zaka with a captain’s

quarters on the port side and a separate crew’s sleeping cabin up forward.

Dave said he would bunk in the crew’s cabin.

That first night Dave was on his best behavior. Gentleman like in every

regard and treating me as if our spouses were still present. Bundled up to

the neck in my flannel robe I bid him goodnight as he adjourned to his


I slept a restless sleep that night imagining every noise was the sounds of

Dave entering my room. I kept the covers up to my chin in spite of the

tropical temperature. Dawn came with no justification for my fears.

“What do you want to do today?” Dave asked over our morning coffee.

I told him I had some chores to catch up on, laundry and some

housecleaning around the cabins.

Dave said it was too nice a day to waste working and we should go and

explore the other side of the island. I had not yet seen the island’s

windward side and was easily talked into accompanying him for the short


I changed into my cut-off blue jean shorts and a light cotton sleeveless top

and applying a liberal amount of insect repellant we set off.

Dave was my Tarzan, hacking a trail through the thick underbrush with his

home-made machete. About fifteen minutes later we emerged from the

jungle on the other side of our island home.

Sweat was dripping from us from the intense humidity in the lush green

jungle we had just transverse. The crystal blue waters sparkled before us

with gentle surf lapping up onto the white sand.

“Want to cool off?” Dave asked.

The water did look inviting but neither of us had thought to bring our

swimsuits. I did not want to appear reserved enough to wear my outer

clothes into the water so I stripped down to my bra and panties and run

into the surf with Dave on my heels.

The water felt so cool and refreshing as I dove under the surface. When I

resurface I stood in water waist-deep and saw my bra had become

transparent. My stiff nipples were clearly discernable through the thin, wet


Dave porpoise to the surface some three feet from me and immediately his

eyes locked on my semi-naked breasts.

I looked down into the clear water and saw Dave was not wearing anything,

his free cock swayed in the current like a hunting eel. I knew if I could see

his cock he would be able to see me through my wet panties.

Our eyes locked together as he approached me.

Dave took me into his arms and I could feel his erection pressing against

my belly with only a thin layer of silk between us.

I did not resist his advances but raised my lips to meet his. It was a

passionate kiss with our tongues entwined in a preliminary joust to love


“No, on the beach!” I said as his hand started to pull down the waistband

of my panties.

Dave held my hand as we waded ashore.

I selected a patch of lush grass close to the water’s edge and under the

canopy of palms. As I lay down Dave removed my wet underwear

rendering me naked for his pleasure.

My legs opened as I lay naked on the grass welcoming this stranger to

enter me. Dave’s muscular body covered me as I waited for his cock to go

into my waiting passageway.

Closing my eyes I felt his mushroom head searching my pubic hair for the

concealed entrance to my womanhood.

I had ceased shaving during our voyage opting for the natural look

preferred my many of the South Seas women. Dave’s cock parted my curly

locks like a divining rod seeking water. Finding a trace of moisture he

parted my labia and begins his journey into me.

The first noticeable thing was Dave’s cock was thicker than John’s,

stretching my vaginal walls beyond what John’s did to gain entry. I winced

with the unusual discomfort of accommodating such a large member.

Dave impaled me with a smooth and powerful thrust, his carbide-hard

auger digging its way towards my cervix. Mercifully I felt his ball come to

rest on my pussy lips, he was entirely in me.

Dave was the first man I had allowed to make love to me in fifteen years.

There had been the one time I was raped at the office party by a drunken

coworker. I had attended the party unaccompanied as John was away on a

dental conference and we had not long been married. Being a naïve twenty

-two-year-old I had trustingly attended the party unescorted in hopes of

getting my mind of John’s absence for an evening.

I had drunk a bit too much and was the belle of the dance floor jiving it up

with all the husbands who wanted a turn with the woman in the red dress.

Fred Pearce the company’s bookkeeper had lured me into a cloakroom and

had his wicked way with me. Between the racks of coats he had fucked me

standing up and blown a huge load into me.

He left me sobbing with his sperm running down the insides of my legs as

he rejoined his wife in the banquet room.

Now another man was in me and I was wrapping my legs around his hips

drawing his cock deeper into my hungry cunt.

Was I a nymphomaniac? Had my husband not fucked me less than twenty

-four hours ago? Why did I need this stranger’s cock in me now?

Questions flooded my mind as I moaned softly.

Dave had begin fucking me. Slowly at first his huge cock started its in and

out stokes with my vaginal wall sticking to it like a rubber glove.

“Fuck me Dave!” I moaned just before we kissed.

It had been a long time since I was fucked like Dave fucked me. He was

aggressive yet his cock seemed tailor made for my pussy. The curvature of

his tool brought sensation to parts of my fuck hole that my husband’s

neglected, I was heating up fast.

I didn’t think I was capable of another orgasm having come with John just a

couple of nights previous, one orgasm a week was my custom if I were

lucky. Yet I could feel the beginning of a possible climax stirring around

Dave’s cock.

Like most women I had experienced countless orgasms, some memorial

but most routine. The process of coming had become automatic with the

proper cock action in my cunt. Dave’s cock promised something different.

At first it was just a hint of an orgasm, a low murmuring of things to come.

As his cock fell into an allegro rhythm inside of me it was if he were

fanning a flame turning it into an inferno. He gradually progressed to his

crescendo dragging me along with him.

We climaxed in perfect harmony, Dave’s sperm deluging the fire he had

started within me.

“Oh yes Baby!” I moaned as my orgasm claimed me.

I could do nothing but lay there with the ejaculating bull between my legs as

shock waves trammeled my body.

I could feel the orgasm in my entire body, my teeth my hair and even my


Eventually a final shiver passed through me signaling the completion of my


I was conquered and I was now Dave’s whore. For the next two days I

would be his to do with as he pleased.

We fucked on that beach for almost an hour before we returned to Zaka.

Back aboard Zaka we screwed again, this time in mine and John’s bed.

Dave was like the Eveready Rabbit; he just kept going and going.

Finally I had to ask Dave to stop so we could get something to eat. The

sun was going down and we hadn’t eaten all day.

Reluctantly Dave allowed me to make us some burgers on Zaka’s cooking

stove. As I watched the blue alcohol flame sizzling the quarter-pound beef

burgers I knew Dave was going to want to pound my pussy some more

after we had eaten. Not use to our fucking marathon my cunt was starting

to get sore.

We ate our burgers sitting at the galley table, Dave naked and me wearing

only a calico apron.

Dave scarfed his burger washing it down with a couple of beers anxious to

get back at my body.

“Let’s fuck some more.” He said jumping up from the table with his

perpetual erection threatening my worn-out pussy.

“Come here, I want to suck it!” I answered.

Dave’s eyes light up and he smiled when I volunteered to put his cock in

my mouth. I doubted whether Judy had ever offered to give his a blowjob.

Dave walked over to me holding his hard cock in his hand.

The head of his pecker was almost touching my lips when I took the hard

shaft from him. Opening my mouth wide I guided him into my waiting


My lips sealed around his shaft as his cock lay on my tongue. He was big,

a real mouthful. I tilted my head back so his cockhead could enter my


Back in my high school days I had become quite proficient at

deepthroating cocks. I had a reputation amongst the boys and was never

without a date.

Carefully I worked him into me until my lower lip touched his sack, I had

his eight or nine inches of cock completely in my head.

My tongue begins to do its magic routine, caressing the underside of his

meat and swirling up and around each side. All the while I was sucking and

forming a perfect vacuum chamber around his cock.

“Oh fuck yes!” Dave moaned as his hips began bucking.

He firmly held the back of my head while he skull-fucked me.

My jaw was starting to get sore before he came. I didn’t think he would

have that much jism left in him but when he started to shoot spurt after

spurt of thick cream flooded my mouth. His cock was far enough into my

throat for most of his snot to slide down my gullet like a big juicy worm.

As the last of his sperm dribbled from his cockhead my tongue licked him


“Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” Dave asked.

“I get around.” I smiled taking a last lick at his spent cock.

“Your husband is one lucky man!” Dave exclaimed.

Thankfully John and Judy made good time and the blue cat slipped into the

lagoon early in the third day following their departure.

John had obtained the necessary repair supplies he required and he was

glad to be back to his two loves, Zaka and me.

“Well, how was he?” Judy looked at me knowingly.

“What do you mean?” I asked trying to look confused.

“Dave did you like his cock in you?” she replied.

My mind started spinning, she knew all the time! she and Dave had planned

my seduction before leaving.

That started me wondering about her and John, he wouldn’t, would he?


My Young Brother-In-Law

Hi, I am Sally, Sally Daniels, I am 28, live in a plush house, my husband is

in banking, and no, he is not a nerd, he makes us a very good living, I am

happy, love my life, it’s uncomplicated, (Well it was!)

I have 2 small children, and generally life is better than good.

As I said I am 28, 5ft tall, very good looking in my small way, elfin type,

short dark/black hair that is pixie looking and I love it, I always used to

wear it long, but I thought it was time for the new me, I’m about 100lb have

a great figure, no funny bumps, symmetrical to my size, slim waist, slim

hips, legs that taper to my dainty feet, my hands are small and dainty too.

I am fit, drink very little, don’t smoke, I have Bridget Bardot lips, that men

of all ages look at, and I know what most of them think, “how they would

love my hot mouth wrapped around their cocks!”

I am sexy, I dress sexy, look sexy, and I love sex, my husband is

constantly under pressure to keep me happy, or else I tell him, I will look

elsewhere, although I would never dream of being unfaithful, he believes

me, so he does keep me happy in bed.

I am flirty in my ways, and love the attention men and boys give me, lots of

my friends are jealous of the way I look but I can’t help that can I?

My problems, if you can call them that, was when his younger brother

Donny, who was 17 at the time, and started baby sitting for us, I would

never leave my kids, but my husband persuaded my that Donny was just

the guy to be trusted, so I gave in, and one Saturday night we went out for

the first time alone for a long time.

This led to other Saturday nights, that led to more and more, Donny was

fantastic, he loved doing it, and his elder brother paid him too, so we were

all happy, By the way, I had noticed him checking me out, the more time’s

he came by, the more he made it obvious, he didn’t do it when Dave was

around, just when he was alone with me.

I must confess he was and still is very good looking, not very tall about 5ft

9″ but as I was to find out later he more than made up for being short in

height by being ‘big’ elsewhere, lol, he had lots of girlfriends and sometimes

he would bring a new one along to baby sit, and I don’t know why, but I

felt a little jealous, there he would be ogling me, then a girl would knock on

the door, and he would see us off with a cheery wave, and wink at me!

This went on for a year or more, well after his 18th birthday, he was

starting to show signs of real masculine manhood in his demeanour, as his

birthday arrived and officially entered manhood at 18, I thought it added to

his growing personality.

Then came my marriage fidelity downfall, Donny had girlfriends, and I

know he was having sex, but he was old enough to go his own way, do his

own thing etc, he had seen us off at the door, he was on his own this night,

we were going to a ball in town.

I had on a long silk strapless gown in white satin, it was gorgeous, I didn’t

wear a bra or panties, I didn’t want to spoil the lines of my body, bit like

Pippa at Kate’s wedding, I also wore a little gold necklace, and matching

dangly earrings, and I knew how good I looked, I was really looking

forward to flirting and teasing other men.

I had left Dave’s number, for Donny to call in case things went awry with

the kids, as I always did, and I had his own number in my mobile phone

too, but as we walked out of the door to leave, he made sure Dave wasn’t

looking as usual, and gave me a very crude wink, and a somewhat sexy

sneer, I loved it,

Then he did the one thing that led to my unfaithfulness to my husband with

his 18 year old brother, he flagrantly grabbed his privates, and intimated to

me that he wanted to fuck me, he just mouthed the words, ‘I want fuck

you, okay?’ I was shocked and stunned, but massively aroused in that 2 or

3 seconds of him grabbing himself so lewdly, and saying that.

I know I flushed because Dave asked me if I was okay, I just told him I

was excited about the evening.

As the evening wore on, I got more and more aroused by Donny’s intimate

suggestion to me, I wanted fucking, some of the men there that night would

never know that if they had got me on their own, I would have let anyone

of them fuck me wherever!

About 11:00 pm I was unable to control myself any further, I went to the

ladies and called Donny, and just said to him ‘call Dave, tell him you need

me home because one of the kids is unwell, and can I go back for ½ an


I was next to Dave when his mobile went, and took the message, he started

apologising as we would have to leave, I told him, ‘nonsense, give me the

keys, I’ll go home and be back in an hour, I don’t want to spoil the night.’

He reluctantly agreed, and I flew out of the building, dived into the car and

raced home.

When I got back, I walked in, slapped Donny’s face and ordered him

upstairs to my bedroom, he did as I said, and I followed him, I was nearly

orgasming as I went upstairs after him, my pussy was red hot!

I told him, ‘go and sit on the bed, face the window and don’t turn around.’

‘Okay,’ he muttered, thinking I was going to bollock him uphill and down


I stood on the opposite side of the bed behind him, and quietly unzipped

my dress, let it slip to the floor, and climbed over the bed to his back.

The first inkling he had of anything going on, was when I slipped my arms

around him and started kissing his neck, he moaned involuntarily, as I said

to him, ‘so you wanna fuck me, do you?’

‘Well’, I murmured into his ear, ‘if you do, you’ve got about 30 minutes to

do it in, so get on with it boy!’

As I was saying this I was undoing his shirt and ran my nails over his

smooth strong chest, then slipped my hand down over his balls, and

grabbed what I was to find out, was a very beautiful strong hard powerful


He spun around to find me completely naked apart from my jewellery, ‘Oh

My God,’ he whispered, he tore his clothes off, threw me down onto the

bed on my back, and dived on me, It was heaven, I fully expected what I

was to get, totally ravished for 30 minutes, he was never off me, or

seemingly out of me.

He drove his cock straight into me so hard, he expunged the breath from

my body, and it felt like I was being driven through the mattress!

He shot his load in double quick time, which I knew he would, so I wasn’t

too disappointed, but what did surprise me was, his dick never seemed to

go down; he just kept on fucking me like a piston on a railway engine.

I came then, and as he just kept on at me I orgasmed again and again, it

was wonderful, we were kissing and panting into each others mouths like

horses after a race, he blew another load into me which sent me over the

top for one final time, I love my Dave, but he has never fucked me like this,

I was totally blown away by him, what a man, what a boy?

I hurriedly dashed to the bathroom, sat on the bidet and washed out my

battered pussy, dried off, threw my dress back on, kissed him goodbye,

had a quick feel of his dick, made sure my face was okay, and cleared off

back to the ball, I was a very happy satisfied woman, it had been a long

time since I felt like that, although I only just realised it.

Back at the ball, I assured Dave that all was okay, though he had no idea of

how okay I was feeling, I could still feel Donny’s wonderful prick in me as

I danced around, I had a great time and returned home around 3am that


Donny was in bed obviously, sound asleep I’ll bet, We went to bed, I was

tired and so was Dave, he had had a bit too much booze, I had had only

one glass of wine, I fell asleep about 10 seconds after Dave did, but I woke

up at 5:00am for some reason.

I mulled over what I had done with Donny, and had to admit, I had been

seriously, monumentially fucked by him, I smiled at my lewd thoughts,

that’s when the desire for him surfaced again in my pussy, I slipped out of

bed making sure Dave was still gently snoring, and made my way to

Donny’s bedroom, slipped in and knelt by his bed, I slid my hand under his

covers, all the while listening for sounds from elsewhere.

Gently gripping his delicious cock, I began working my hand up and down,

it didn’t take long for it to grow in my hand, what a feeling that was, the

feeling of power a woman has when the prick in her hand grows all by

itself, and she excites a man sexually.

It was now fully erect, so I lifted the covers and leaned over to kiss it and

suck it into my mouth, I didn’t go for it wholesale I didn’t want to wake

him, well not just yet anyway. I licked and sucked and slurped, but I never

banked on the arousal that was building within me for his it.

I could contain myself any longer, I pulled my top off and gently climbed

on him, sinking myself down over him, this did wake him now, I clamped

my hand over his mouth before he could say anything, then I leaned

forward and kissed him, while I got my hot body working over his now

fully embedded cock in my white hot pussy.

He grabbed me by my shoulders, and began jamming me up and down on

him, being as small as I was, it was easy for him to do it, I came in no time,

quickly followed by him, I leaned over again and kissed him so

passionately, I even surprised myself, it was wonderful being loved and

fucked like this, one more orgasm, sent me into la la land.

I got of him very slowly; the feeling of his semi hard cock sliding out of me

sent ripples driving through my body.

I kissed him one last time, went again into the bathroom to clean myself up,

and went back to my still ignorant snoring husband.

The morning brought reality, I was aghast at what I had done, but not

repentant, I had loved it, and wanted to continue, but what would Donny


I was up at 8:30 with the kids, Mike got up around 10, Donny was no

where to be seen, but I was on real tenterhooks waiting for a possible

confrontation from someone, somewhere, but as the morning wore on

nothing transpired, the kids wanted some sweets, so Dave walked them to

the shops.

I was at the sink when arms enclosed me, two lots of fingers found my

hard sensitive nipples and I was immediately transported back up stairs to

my bed, where Donny and I made sweet music for thirty minutes, he

couldn’t get enough of me, nor I, him.

I made him lie back on the bed with his feet on the floor, and I sucked and

sucked his beautiful cock as if my life depended on it, I went on and on as

hard as I could until he shot his load down my waiting throat, gorgeous!

He had me on my knees, feet over my head, on my back, knelt on the

floor; where he skinned my knees a little, he was a whirl wind of manual

fucking, the best bit for me was when I had him on his back on the floor

and me kneeling over him, what a sensation of control, fullness, and

fulfilment, being as small as I am, control or commanding wasn’t much of

an experience for me, but he encouraged me, I came like a train out of a

tunnel, I just literally exploded.

I remember the times when me and Dave first started making love, but I

couldn’t remember it being like this, it was fantastic, I leaned over and

kissed him, told him I loved him, he said he loved me too, then he turned

me onto my tummy, got over me in the 69 position, made me part my legs,

and then did the most amazingly erotic thing I have ever had done to me in

my life, he stated licking my bum hole, stuck his tongue in me too, I

squirmed and wriggled, I came, it was stunning.

And then he said, ‘would I consider letting him fuck me in my arse.’

I replied, ‘yes,’ immediately,

Although I hadn’t tried it, as my size was against an anal assault, but if

Donny wanted it, Donny was going to get it, I told him the next time we

were alone my arse was his to do with what he wanted.

‘But would you please be gentle with me?’ I whispered into his mouth.

‘Don’t worry Sally,’ he promised, ‘I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.’

‘Okay then, next time, but I’ll pop out and get some lotion for my bum

hole.’ I laughed.

Already I was looking forward to being arse fucked by my 18 year old stud


It’s marvellous isn’t it, I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband, and yet

here I was full to the brim with his young brother’s cum, and knowing I

wanted more, the only thing was how often was I going to get it?

The next day I went out and got the required KY Jelly, and some baby oil,

but I had to wait another 2 days before I was able to have time with my

young stud lover, he took Wed afternoon off, and was with me by 12:30 so

I knew I would have at least 2 hours, but he spent the first hour or so just

making love with me, I had orgasm after orgasm, I didn’t mention me being

bum fucked in case he had changed his mind.

But then he whispered to me, ‘have you got the lotion?’ It was the moment

of truth for me.

‘Yes I have,’ I replied.

‘Well get it out then and get on your knees baby,’ he told me.

I did, and got on my knees, I was fearful but I wanted this more than

anything I had ever wanted, I wanted him to take me, use me, abuse me,

fuck me, violate me, and fill me with his hot spunk, God, I wanted it so


He fingered oil into my bum, making me squirm, knowing what was coming

was going to be a great deal thicker and longer than his middle finger, I just

got hotter and hotter, then KY was spread around and in my hole, I was

ready for him to fucking fuck me like I had never ever been fucked.

I felt his cock head against my hole then he pushed toward me, so I pushed

back and in it went, It made me slide forward on my face, trapping his dick

in me, he lay down on my back, hooked his hands under my shoulders, his

knees held mine apart, there was to be no escape now, whether I wanted to

or not.

I whimpered, grunted, and groaned but as much as it was hurting, I wanted

his cock in me more, and he duly obliged, he shoved and shoved, I felt his

whole cock sliding into me, and I came, came and came again, and boy,

the feeling of complete and utter fullness when he told me he was coming,

and did, overwhelmed me.

We spent what little time we had kissing and cuddling, speaking terms of

endearment, I knew already that my marriage was not going to end, unless

things got out of hand, and Donny agreed, but what did happen was, he

had a contrived row with his parents, so he could ask Dave if he could stay

with us for a while.

During the evening of the day Donny had fucked my arse I was limping a

little, I told Dave I had slipped and hurt my bum, Dave bless him, offered

to massage me, which I accepted, and during the massage I told Dave that

he would have to get around to fucking me there, to which he replied to

me, ‘sure.’

So I said, ‘but not tonight, I’m still a little sore.’

Donny asked Dave and he agreed straightaway, not knowing his wife was

being fucked stupid by his 18 year old brother, and Donny moved in to my

utter delight, and we really did do some serious loving, but it was to last

only 3 more months, before Donny and I agreed that it was getting too

dangerous, I sadly saw him off one weekend, on the promise that my

pussy and arse was his when ever opportunity presented itself, which it still

does thankfully.

I am also pregnant with my 3rd child, who will have a name, Donna, or

Donny depending if it’s a girl or a boy, because I am absolutely certain it is

Donny’s baby.


Football Bet

My husband is not one of those sports nuts, but he does love football. He

is very good about it, watching only the two games that are televised on

Sunday afternoon. Generally, on Sunday he gets together with three of his

friends at our house to watch the games.

Being boys they generally bet on the games. Not for money, but to

embarrass the loser. His friend Jim lost one week and was required to wear

a dress the following week. Jim wore a red cocktail dress with thin straps. I

must say he did not look bad even in the sneakers he was wearing.

Bob lost on a Packers game, and at an upcoming dinner was required to

dress like a nerd and drink only milk that evening at the restaurant. The

waiter gave him the strangest look when he asked for milk while taking our

drink orders.

One week I was getting smacks for the boys and was unaware of the bet

between Bill and my husband. I was a little surprised to see Bill sitting

naked after the first game. He told me the wager was that the loser had to

be completely naked during the next game. I planned to spend more time in

the kitchen during that game. Yet, Bill walked in during the first quarter and

surprised me. He explained it was his turn to get a round of beers, and

invited me back to watch the game saying it was OK.

A week later we were getting ready to watch the games. My husband

assured me his team could not lose. The boys really wanted to get Henry.

It was halfway thru the season and Henry did not have to do anything

embarrassing. They had purchased pink tights and a tutu that if he lost,

Henry would have to ware.

They assumed he would wear the outfit the following week, but they really

wanted him to wear it to the party in two weeks. Henry agreed to wear the

outfit both next week and to the party provided they had a compatible prize

if he won. Different suggestions were made, but it had to be something

good. After all as Bob explained there would be almost 25 people at the

party. My husband offered to get naked, but Henry’s response was who

wanted to see him naked.

Without thinking I said if my husband lost, being a good wife I would get

naked. Henry liked the idea, but said I had to remain naked for the entire

next game, and again all of next week. He added that if he had to wear the

pink tights and tutu twice, I should be naked twice.

The score was already 10 — 0 and my husband said the team could not

lose, so I agreed. In overtime my team missed two field goals, and then lost

when the other team scored.

The room was quiet; no one knew what to say so they said nothing. I got

up and went into the kitchen. It was Bill who followed me. He told me that

Henry expected to lose and would be a good sport. He simply said no one

expected me to do it, and left the room.

I stood along in the kitchen for a few moments. No one ever reneged on a

bet and I was not going to be the first. I took my clothes off walked into

the room and stood by the TV. Bill suggested that I be allowed to get

dressed, but Henry simple said a bet was a bet. That afternoon, I still got

the boys snacks and made them dinner. Most of the time I sat quietly on a

chair. No one commented or said anything, I was just a naked woman in

the room. They would turn in my direction so I knew they were eying me.

When the game ended I dressed.

The following week I moved a bar stool close to the TV. The height of the

stool would provide each of the men an unobstructed view of my naked

body. If I had to do this being close to the TV allowed then to watch the

game and casually glance at me. It was actually more comfortable; since no

one had to turn to look at me I was less self-conscience.

It was a personal thing with me not to appear like a slut, so I was dressed

when they arrived. I decided that just before the teams lined up for the

opening kickoff I would slip away, remove my clothes, and return to sit

naked on the stool. When the second game ended I would leave the room

and returned fully dressed.

I soon learned this had some advantages. The men arrived with pre-made

platters of food for snacks, and announced that they would be ordering

dinner from the local restaurants. I was no longer required to spend time in

the kitchen fixing snacks or dinner.

My friend Karen arrived shortly before kick-off and wanted me to go

shopping with her. She was surprised to learn of my bet, and the fact that I

would be sitting naked for the men. Since she was curious I told her she

could stay if she wished.

The boys were seated five minutes before the game started. Karen watched

as I disrobed and I invited her to join us. She followed me into the room

and I took my place on the bar stool as the boys made room for Karen on

the couch.

During the first game there were no issues. Just like last week I was the

naked girl in the room. When the game ended I got up to get some wine

from the kitchen. Karen came in later and told me the boys were plotting to

have some friends arrive after the second game started. She apologized but

said she had to leave.

I was still in the kitchen fixing a salad when my husband John came for a

beer. Parading around naked in front of four men can get you horny. A hug

and a kiss and soon I’m sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, John’s

pants are on the floor and he is pumping away inside me. I hear a voice

informing John that he is going to miss the second game. John replies that

he will be quick. I look into my husband’s eyes and say not too quickly I

need to score also. He replies “but honey the game”.

He starts to pull out as I attempt to pull him closer, but he is out and pulling

up his pants. You need to stop and understand what is transpiring. I have

been naked in front of four men for the past three hours. My darling

husband seduces me into a quickie in the kitchen. While we are going at it

Bill and Jim walk in and catch the show. I should feel some form of

embarrassment, but instead I am mad he is not willing to stay and allow me

to cum.

Before he leaves the kitchen I confront him about Karen’s comment that he

invited some more men to come over. He tries to make some feeble

excuse, but finally admits that two men will soon be joining us. They were

talking about my bet the other night and the men did not believe them so

my husband invited them over to see for themselves. I convey my

unhappiness, and let my husband know he owes me big time. We return to

the game just in time to hear the doorbell.

Yes, the two men arrive. While my other guests may have been polite, these

men are enjoying gawking at my body. While sitting on the bar stool one

even makes a gesture that I uncross my legs and sit with then spread open.

Soon game related sexual comments begin to flow from all six men in the

room. Looking directly at me Bill comments that someone better ‘score’

soon. I hear someone wishing to plant something between the goal posts.

A holding call and the sign becomes two hands extended forward

squeezing something, you can guess what?

I’m still annoyed at my husband for his quickly and the new guests. The

first quarter ends and the score is zero — zero. Someone in frustration ask

what is it going to take to score in this game, I respond it depended on

what you’re offering. I continue by simply saying if your team scores you

score, my team scores what’s on the table. After some negotiation it is

agreed that the men will be naked for a future game, Clothed Female Naked

Male. If my team scores a field goal that counts as a half, and each

touchdown will mean the men have to be naked for the full game.

Suddenly, the announcer yells that the men’s team has scored a field goal.

It’s agreed a field goal is worth a feel. Within moments a number of hands

are sliding their way across my body. Furniture is moved and I find myself

lying on a rug. Hands are squeezing my breasts, and fingers are probing my

wet pussy. There are men massaging my legs, neck, breasts and clit.

My team scores a touchdown, then another and I tell them they all have to

be naked next week.

At the end of the first half their team is driving down the field. A long pass

and it’s first and goal. On third and goal they score a touchdown. By the

point after, Bill has already entered me.

My team never scopes again, but the men’s team scores three more

touchdowns in the second half. The final score of the game is 31 to 14. I

F__ed or sucked all six men. At times I had one inside me as I gave

another a blowjob. I know one was my husband, but two other men went

up my ass. It was the first time I ever-serviced three men at once.

The game was over by the time the last of the men was finishing up with

me. I was looking up at my husband who was sitting naked in a chair as

Henry was doing me doggy style. I had no energy left to fake it; I just

waited for Henry to shoot his load and finish.

The following week the men all arrived and as negotiated took off their

clothes and sat naked by the opening kick-off. By the end of the quarter I

had invited Karen and three other girlfriends to join us. I was going to invite

two of the men’s wives, but I would have to explain the bet and that their

husband had sex with me last week.


Shy Wife’s First Date

This story contains details of wife sharing so please don’t read it if that

bothers you.

* * * * * * * * *

I was a virgin when I met my husband Paul and throughout our twenty nine

year marriage I have always been faithful to him and I’m pretty certain that

he has been faithful to me.

The questions began several years ago. We were in bed making love and he

asked me whether it was really true that he was the only man I had ever had

sex with. I told him yes it was true. He then asked if there were ever idle

moments when I wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone

else. I said no I didn’t think about it, and the conversation ended there. I

didn’t think too much about it – I assumed he was proud that he was the

only person to have had me.

A while later he again asked me if I was ever curious about what sex with

someone else would be like. Again I told him no, but he pushed it further,

asking me if I ever wondered what it would feel like to have another man’s

prick inside me. I was a bit taken aback by that and asked him straight-out

whether he wanted me to have sex with someone else. He backtracked very

quickly and said he was just curious that was all, and then he rather

obviously changed the subject.

After a while the questions returned and finally he admitted that the idea of

another man making love to me was a big turn-on for him. I was very

surprised, indeed shocked, by that. I’m a rather shy, conservative person

and I found it difficult to get my head round the fact that my husband was

turned on by the thought of someone else having sex with me. He insisted

that he loved me, but said that wife watching (as it’s apparently called) is a

common male fantasy. He asked me whether I would ever consider a

threesome or swapping with another couple, but I told him I wasn’t

interested and he didn’t pursue it any further.

From time to time the subject did crop up again and we ended up using it

as an agreeable fantasy. We would sometimes chat about scenarios which

led to me having sex with another man while Paul watched and I must admit

that it always got me very wet and invariably led to very exciting sex


Over the years I became not exactly receptive to the reality of the idea, but

quite content with it as a fantasy. I think the closest I came to expressing a

real interest was when I said to Paul that knowing I had his permission, then

if I was in my thirties (as opposed to my late forties) and a very attractive

man propositioned me, then I might just go for it. I did stress that he would

have to be very attractive and Paul teased me saying that a man who was

just “ordinary” attractive wasn’t good enough for me. It became a bit of a

joke between us and whenever we made up a story where I was fucked by

another man then he was always described as “seriously” attractive.

Things continued in that vein for a few years until one day last summer

when I went to a nearby shopping center. I wasn’t looking for anything in

particular, just spending a pleasant couple of hours browsing for clothes.

As I was leaving one shop a man who was just entering held the door open

for me. For just a fraction of a second we checked each other out. It was

long enough for me to register that he was good looking, but I quickly

moved on.

Soon afterwards I went into a greeting card shop and I noticed that the

same man was already in there. I found myself behind him in the queue for

the till and when he spotted that we had chosen identical cards he smiled

and said “Snap”.

I did wonder if he was going to try and initiate a conversation, but he

simply made his purchase, gave me a quick smile as he turned away from

the till and then left the shop. By then it was nearly lunchtime so I made my

way to my favorite coffee shop and somewhat to my embarrassment I

found the same man in the queue in front of me. This was the third time

and when he realised I was stood behind him again I tried to laugh it off,

assuring him that I wasn’t stalking him.

“Don’t worry,” he said. ” I’m not so vain that I think attractive women

follow me round.”

Anyway I got a coffee and sandwich, but when I looked round for a table I

found they were all taken.

“I’m afraid I got the last one,” said a voice and I turned to find the same

man looking at me. “It’s up to you, but you’re very welcome to share if you


I hesitated for a moment and decided it was rude to refuse, so I put my

food down and took a seat. He introduced himself as Mike and we made

some polite small talk during which I learnt that he lived in the south and

was up here on business for a couple of days. I made a casual reference to

my husband quite early on in the conversation just to emphasise that I was

married. He mentioned his wife and that reassured me a bit and I relaxed

and enjoyed his company.

And he was enjoyable company. We didn’t chat about anything in

particular, but the conversation flowed without either of us having to make

any effort. I guessed he was probably about thirty-five, which is a good

age for a man – they’ve lost the impatience of youth, but are still the right

side of middle-age.

I was almost sorry to drain the last of my coffee and tell him that I had to

be making a move. To be honest if I was single I would have been hoping

that he was going to ask for a date, but instead he asked me something


“Kim can I ask you something. I’ll apologise in advance if it seems rude,

I’ve no experience in these matters, but I feel I have to ask you.”

“What?” I asked, my heart beating a bit faster than normal.

“Well we’ve got on well, there seems to be some connection between us

and for me at least it’s been a very pleasant break from everyday life.

Hopefully it has been for you as well. I can’t think of any way of asking this

without being rather blunt – would you be willing to come back to my room

with me?”

I was surprised by that. I wasn’t offended and in truth I was flattered and a

bit thrilled to be asked, but I knew I had to say no. I paused and then told

Mike as gently as possible that in different circumstances I might have said

yes, but the answer was no.

He accepted graciously, though he did say it was a pity and if I changed

my mind he was headed back to room 2207 at the Marriott nearby. I stood

up, we said our goodbyes, he gave me a peck on the cheek and I headed

out of the coffee shop.

Walking down the precinct I found myself immediately attacked by a flood

of thoughts. The overwhelming one was that I knew I had my husband’s

permission, so why hadn’t I said yes. I was forty-nine and I wasn’t going to

get many more (if any!) offers like this one.

I paused and looked at my reflection in a shop window. I’m medium height

with brown eyes, long, wavy dark hair, a 36D bust and quite a trim figure

thanks to regular sessions at the gym. A lot of people tell me I could easily

pass for being in my thirties so I hope it doesn’t sound vain if I say that I

don’t normally worry about my looks.

I decided on a sort of compromise; I’d walk back round towards the

coffee shop and if I bumped into Mike again then I’d let him chat me up.

Of course I didn’t see him and the table he had occupied was now empty.

Disappointed I headed back to the car park.

I sat in my car and stared at the Marriott hotel across the way and thought

of Mike in his room. From the signals my body was sending me there was

no denying I was tempted. This is going to sound stupid, but what

probably swayed my decision was that I had a nice set of lacy purple

undies on, rather than the more everyday ones I often wear; the thought of

a man undressing me to reveal a pair of baggy white knickers was a big

turn-off. I hesitated a moment and then picked up my phone. Paul

answered almost immediately.

“Hi. You remember you said that if ever I wanted to gain some experience

it was fine with you. Does that still apply?”

“Why?” asked Paul, his voice instantly alert.

I went on to describe how I’d met and chatted to Mike and how he had

invited me back to his room. I told him I was tempted – Mike was

attractive, he’d asked me in a respectful way, hadn’t been crude or too

forward and the hotel was a nice one, not some seedy dive.

“It all seems to fit the bill,” said Paul. “So there’s really just one question

left, is he ordinary attractive or seriously attractive?”

“Seriously attractive.”

“Well I’d say go for it, but obviously it’s up to you.”

“Perhaps I’ll go have a chat and see if I’m still tempted.”

“Well if you go to his room he’s going to expect more than a kiss and

cuddle, he’s going to want to have sex.”

That was true. I couldn’t go to his room half-heartedly, I had to commit


“Do you mind if I go all the way?”

“No, but you have to do it because you want to, not for my sake.”

I paused and thought.

“OK I’m going to drive round to the hotel, but don’t be surprised if I

chicken out and I’m back home in ten minutes.”

“And if you’re not back soon I’ll know what you’re doing,” said Paul with a


“And what will that be?” I asked wryly.

“Oh I expect you’ll be laid in a nice crisp hotel bed with another man’s

cock in your married cunt.”

Those explicit words only added to my already aroused state.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Paul. “Have fun.”

“Alright, bye.”

I put my phone away, fastened my seat belt and started the car engine. It

took less than a minute to reach the hotel car park and though it was busy I

found a space without too much trouble. A group was checking in at

reception, but I went across the lobby and after a short wait I was in the lift

and then walking along the second floor corridor.

Stood outside room 2207 I took a deep breath because in reality this was

my last chance to back out. I raised my hand and it was trembling slightly,

but nevertheless I gave a confident knock on the door. A muffled voice

asked me to wait a minute and then Mike opened the door. He looked

surprised, and then pleased, to see me. As soon as I was in the room he

put his arms round my waist.

“I hoped you would come, but I honestly didn’t think that you would. But I

am glad that you’re here.”

He stooped and kissed me. At first it was just our lips, but then our

tongues met and it became more passionate. Almost from the start one of

his hands roamed across my backside and the other one soon began to

explore my breasts. He unfastened a couple of buttons on my blouse and

slipped his hand inside. I shuddered with pleasure as he squeezed and

kneaded my breasts. We broke for air and Mike looked me in the eye.

“Can I get one thing out of the way at the start, I’ve had the snip, so I’m

safe, but if you prefer I’ll use a condom; it’s your choice.”

“It’s alright,” I said. ” I don’t like condoms, they spoil things, bareback will

be fine.” I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear, “I want

to feel you come inside me.”

Mike undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and slid it off my

shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I could watch our reflections in a

mirror as Mike unfastened the clasp on my bra. It was surprisingly arousing

watching myself being undressed by a man who was virtually a stranger. I

was soon topless and Mike began to lick and nuzzle at my breasts. One of

his hands squeezed my bum while the other one touched my knee then slid

up the inside of my thigh.

It was one thing to allow Mike to feel and kiss my breasts, but much more

serious to allow him to touch my pussy. However I did want to allow him

intimate access and with only the slightest of hesitation I parted my legs.

Before my husband there had only been two boys (you couldn’t really call

them men) who I had allowed to touch me there, so it was very exciting to

have another man at my most private place.

Now my stomach churned with excitement as Mike gently rubbed my

pussy through my knickers. I knew that my love juices were in full flow and

Mike must have been aware of just how damp my knickers were.

He surprised me by removing his hand, undoing the button on my skirt,

unzipping it and allowing it to fall to the floor. Now his hand slid inside my

knickers and I parted my legs, anxious for Mike to touch my sex. He ran a

finger along my cunt and then probed into me. He slid easily into my silky

wetness, before sending another finger in to join the first. Writhing with

pleasure I started to unbutton his shirt. As soon as his shirt was off Mike

backed me towards the bed. He laid me down on it, tugged at my knickers

and then quickly removed them.

His head went between my legs and I shivered as his tongue ran along my

slit and then probed into me. He shifted his aim slightly and began to excite

my clitoris at the same time as he struggled to remove his trousers and


My husband was the only man who had ever gone down on me and

although I enjoyed it I invariably saw it as relatively brief foreplay; I never

wanted to delay too long before moving on to the main course and getting

his prick inside me.

It was the same with Mike. After a couple of minutes I shuffled up the bed,

forcing him to disengage. I spread my legs wide and offered my cunt to

him. He moved eagerly between my thighs. I reached down and took hold

of his prick; you must remember that the only prick I had ever touched or

seen was my husband’s, so I was keen to see how Mike’s compared.

I was very impressed with the firmness of his erection, but I’m not going to

pretend he was supremely endowed with a massive cock which stretched

my inexperienced pussy. The truth is he felt “normal” to me – in other

words plenty big enough to give me pleasure.

Having touched and fondled his cock I was now intent on guiding it to its

target. I placed it against my pussy lips and gently rubbed the head against

me to get some of my copious juices on him. I wanted to make sure that he

went into me without any trouble, though I felt so wet that I was pretty

certain it wasn’t going to be a problem.

I released him and Mike understood that was the signal for him to penetrate

me. Firmly, but gently he pushed into me and I gasped as after nearly thirty

years of marriage my cunt lips parted and another man’s cock slid into my

previously faithful pussy.

At first he was quite gentle which was nice, but I prefer a good vigorous

fucking, so I urged Mike to do it harder and faster. Of course he

responded and I was soon pinned against the bed as he rammed into me.

Not surprisingly the excitement was too much and, having warned me that

he couldn’t hold back, Mike gave a couple of brutal thrusts then a deep

groan and I felt his prick jerk inside me and the lovely warm, wet feeling

when a man floods you with sperm.

We lay there gasping for a while and then Mike rolled off me. A trickle of

sperm oozed from my slit and onto the bed. We cuddled together in the

spoons position and Mike cradled one of my breasts. It was warm and

companionable. I had thought I might feel guilty, but I didn’t and in fact I

was hoping there was going to be more because I hadn’t come yet.

Mike kissed gently at the back of my neck and I responded by rubbing my

backside against his groin.

“You are so nice,” he said. “I loved being inside you, it felt wonderful.”

“Mmm yes I enjoyed it,” I replied. “Your cock felt lovely inside me.” We

cuddled closer and I could feel his penis stirring. “Can I make a

confession?” I asked. Rather warily Mike said yes. “You’re only the

second man I’ve slept with. Before today the only person who’d fucked me

was my husband.”

“Really!” said Mike. “Then why now, why me?”

“I guess I’m not getting any younger and I thought I ought to try it before it

was too late. And anyway you’re seriously attractive.”

I turned to face Mike and cupped his balls. They’d already released one

load inside me and if I had anything to do with it they were going to release

another before too long. My hand slid upwards and began to stroke his


“Would you like to make love again?” Mike asked.

“Yes,” I said, pushing his shoulder so that he was flat on his back. “But

this time I get to go on top.” I swung my right leg across, gripped his

rapidly hardening cock and guided it towards my entrance. I bore down on

him and rotated my hips so that his full length was embedded in me. I

leaned forward and dangled my breasts in front of Mike and not

surprisingly he lunged upwards and latched hungrily onto one of them.

Now I could control the speed and rhythm of our fucking, but I could feel

the pressure mounting and I wanted to cum in my favorite position.

“Will you take me from behind?”

“I’d love to,” Mike replied.

We separated and I went down on all fours offering him my cunt in that

most submissive of positions. Mike moved behind me, then I cried out as

with one thrust the full length of his hot, hard cock disappeared inside me.

Now it was just lustful fucking. Mike leaned round and began to play with

my clit, I began to shake and shudder with a massive orgasm. Recognising

this Mike speeded up, then suddenly we were both cumming, his cock

pumping another load of sperm deep inside me.

We collapsed on the bed and lay speechless for a while. Finally I knew I

had to make a move. I got dressed in a slightly dazed manner and kissed

Mike goodbye. Neither of us looked to exchange phone numbers or

anything like that, we both knew it was a one-off.

Five minutes later I was easing my car into top gear and speeding home

along the dual carriageway. It was a slightly uncomfortable journey because

Mike’s sperm was leaking out of me and my knickers were very wet. Still I

had to suppress a grin – I was an experienced woman and I was returning

to my husband fresh from battle.

I pulled onto our drive, locked the car and went in through the kitchen

door. I put my handbag down on the side and went into the lounge. Paul

was sat there; he reached for the remote control and flicked the TV off.

“Hi, how did it go?” he asked.

“Fine.” There was a pregnant silence.

“Well…?” he asked.

“Well what?” I teased.

“You know what I mean,” he said with an amused smile.

“I had a good time if that’s what you mean.”

“And what did having a good time involve?”

I moved a few steps closer, took Paul’s hand and placed it up my skirt. He

felt my panties – they were wet. Not the damp panties of an aroused

woman, but the wet panties of a recently fucked woman whose lover’s

sperm is still dripping from her cunt.

“Yes, I’ve been fucked.”

“You’d better tell me what happened; begin at the beginning.”

I kicked off my shoes, sat on the settee and swung my legs up so that my

feet were resting on Paul’s lap. I then told him how’d I’d met Mike, been

attracted to him and ended up going to his hotel. When I described going

into Mike’s room, Paul stopped me and asked me to take my skirt off. I

unfastened it and slid it off without standing up. I parted my legs to give

Paul a clear view of the accusingly dark patch on the gusset of my knickers

and then continued with my tale.

Describing all this was getting me aroused and I could see it was having the

same effect on Paul. I ran my toes across the ridge in his trousers where his

penis laid and told him how Mike had laid me down on the bed and

removed my knickers. Paul reached across and mirroring the action he

tugged at my knickers. I raised my bottom to make it easier for him and a

pair of lacy purple knickers were tossed to one side.

Again I sat with my legs apart so Paul had a perfect view – my cunt lips

were still gaping from the passage of Mike’s cock and my pussy hairs were

matted with a mixture of Mike’s cum and my fuck honey. It was a sight he

obviously liked because he unzipped his trousers and took his cock out.

He asked me to place his cock against my cunt lips in the same way that I’d

done for Mike, then I gasped as he slid smoothly into me.

So my husband fucked me as I described the pleasure of being fucked by

another man. If this was a work of fiction I would embellish it by having

Paul cum just as I described Mike cumming, but it wasn’t like that. Paul got

too excited and didn’t last very long before he fired his sperm into my well

fucked cunt.

In bed that night he asked me to tell him the details again. I did and

inevitably it excited both of us and we ended up fucking again. If you had

asked me to dream up a wild fantasy I would never have come up with a

situation where my husband fucked me while I described how the cunt he

was now enjoying had just been fucked by another man. I could almost

imagine I was back in that hotel room again, but this was better – my

husband’s prick was powering into me while I was giving him a breathless

description of Mike fucking me.

“He really fucked my cunt you know, he fucked my sweet married cunt. He

rammed his prick into me and I was so wet. He told me I had a lovely

fuckable cunt and I told him that I wanted him to fill it with his sperm.”

It seemed so dirty, so wrong and out of character (I am honestly quite

shy!) to be talking to my husband like that, but it was also the best sex we

had ever had. It was the purest, most lustful fucking I’d ever experienced

and I was out of control in a way that had simply never happened before.

Laid together afterwards Paul asked me if I would take a lover again.

“I might if you’re still OK with it, but I wouldn’t want to do it regularly.

However I rather like the idea of being discretely promiscuous; you know,

thoroughly respectable as far as all our friends are concerned, but just

occasionally letting a virtual stranger fuck me. It would be a special treat

and of course I’d only do it with someone who was seriously attractive.”

Like Peaches

Like Peachesan

Susan arrives home from college happy to be visiting her mom, and wanting to share everything that she had experienced in her first term. In addition to new friends, new ideas, and a new town, she had had sex with a woman. She isn’t sure if she is a lesbian, but she knows that she wants do it again.

Her mother, Joan, is not very sexually experienced, so Susan wonders what her reaction will be. But because they are close, and Susan has always been able to be open with her, she knows that she won’t keep this wonderful news to herself.

She needn’t have worried. Susan simply says, “Mom, I had sex with a woman and liked it,” and Joan just smiles and pats her hand. “You always were one to do what you wanted, dear.” They laugh, and smile with their eyes at each other.

“What is she like? What’s her major?”

Susan chats on about her friend, but while she does, she is surprised to notice that she is looking at her mother’s breasts under her robe. It shocks that her desire for women doesn’t stop at her mom. She decides to learn more about her mother’s experience. She is suddenly overcome with curiosity.

“…And, well, I really loved it when she sucked my breasts. Did you ever do anything like that with a woman?”

“The only woman who sucked my breasts was you,” her mom replied, “But it did feel pretty good.” Joan is a little embarrassed that she says that, but it’s been said and she can’t take it back. She sort of touches her daughter’s arm when she says that and their eyes meet for a second too long.

Susan says again that it felt so good to have her breasts sucked and fondled by a woman, and since she is a little drunk, she touches her own breasts in the memory of it. “Mom, when she sucked my nipples, I could feel it in my…. down there.” You’ve never felt that before? “

“Oh, no honey, your father wasn’t like that at all. I never felt anything like that. Mostly I liked when he was finished and he’d hold me from behind and cuddle.”

Susan takes another gulp of wine and leans forward. “Mom, would you like to feel that? Because I would totally like to show you want I felt.”

“Oh no honey, that wouldn’t be right. “

“Come on, why not? I sucked on your breasts when I was a baby. ” The daughter leans forward and with her finger begins to open her mother’s robe.

Joan pulls her robe tighter around her. “Now, don’t, you can’t do that. “

“Are you sure? ” and Susan pulls open the robe and looks at her mother’s full breast. “Your breasts are so beautiful. Please, let me suck them again? Please? “

“No, dear.” But Susan can tell that she doesn’t mean it. She leans all the way forward and kisses her mother’s nipple. She hears her mother take a sharp breath. Then she opens her mouth, and puts her lips around her mother’s nipple.

Her mothers’ nipple is in her mouth, and she rubs her tongue on it, and instantly feels her mother’s areola begin to tighten. She puts her other hand on her mothers’ other breast and lifts it slightly, then squeezes it, and then rubs the nipple with her thumb. She feels her mothers legs open slightly.

“Honey, ok, that’s enough. ” The daughter responds by sucking harder and squeezing harder. “Come on baby, you shouldn’t be doing that. ” The daughter pulls her lips away and looks into her mother’s eyes. She doesn’t take her hand away. “But mom, doesn’t that feel good? ” Her mother just looks back at her. Her daughter kisses her, keeping her mouth closed. She kisses her mother longer, and harder, and when her mother opens her mouth of her own free will, she knows what will happen tonight.

Susan’s tongue slips past her mother’s, and loves finding the softness there. She has kissed other women before, and she has kissed her mother, but this was the most loving and exciting kiss of her life. She feels her body heat rise, and her heart pounds. She is kissing her mother and touching her breast! Her mother pulls away a little, and Susan stops kissing her.

“Susan, I…”

“Mom, please,” and she kisses her again, moving closer to her on the couch, sitting as close as she can and pressing her mother’s body against the back of the couch. She puts her arm around her mother’s neck, and with her other hand she opens her mother’s robe, and watches her hand cradle her mother’s breast in her palm. She can’t believe she is doing this.

She kisses her mother again, holds her close, and she feels her mother’s hands on her, tentative at first, and then stronger, holding her tighter as they kiss more.

Kissing her mother is sending sparks of light down to her pussy. She has never thought of this before… well, no, she has imagined it. Now that her mother’s tongue is really in her mouth, and she is kissing her mother she has to remember that she has had thoughts, but knew they were wrong. She pulls away from a kiss so she can look at her mother’s eyes again. Her mother is afraid but not resisting. She puts her tongue all around her mother’s beautiful lips as if her tongue was lipstick, kisses her mother, and then smiles at her.

“Susan, honey, this doesn’t bother you? I don’t want to do anything that…”

“Bothers me? Oh Mom, can’t you feel it?”

“Yes, honey, I’m feeling…. it, but it’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong about this? I’m grown now. I’ve already had sex with a woman–and men!”

“I know but a mother isn’t supposed to….”

“Mom, let me suck your breasts again; please, I have to.”

Susan turns and lays in her mother’s lap, putting her mouth to her mother’s breast like a baby. She lays cradled in her mother’s arm, one hand on her mother’s free breast, rubbing the nipple, squeezing her breast, pulling on it. And with her mouth, she nurses, she pulls, she sucks, she gently bites. She looks up at her mother, and her mother smiles, not a mother’s smile, but a lover’s smile, a smile of love and desire.

Joan watches her daughter’s mouth on her nipple, and is caught in a memory of two decades before when this same grown woman was a tiny child, and remembers the love and connection she felt then, the protection she felt. She has done a good job as a mother; her daughter is healthy, and strong, with a sense of herself and her value to the world. She is well on her way into womanhood. Joan gently moves Susan’s hair away from her face and caresses her cheek, and runs her hair through her fingers. She is actually watching her daughter at her breast again, and it is the most beautiful and stimulating moment of her life.

“You are so beautiful there, my girl,” she says. Susan sucks harder and Joan throws her head back with a gasp. Susan pinches her nipple and she thinks that she might soon have an orgasm. She has had them, but never from another person before. She breathes faster, and moves her hips under her daughter’s body.

Susan does not let her go higher, though. She slows her touches, and her lips, and takes her mouth away from her breast. She turns onto her back and pulls off her sweatshirt to reveal her own full breasts.

“Have you ever seen my breasts, mom? “

“No, I haven’t Susan, not since you were a girl.”

Susan picks up her breasts in her hands. “Didn’t I tell you how much I loved having them sucked? Didn’t that feel wonderful?”

Joan stares at her daughter’s breasts, and thinks of peaches, large peaches. They were so much rounder than she thought breasts could possibly be, and with tiny nipples that already seem very erect. Suddenly, she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. She wants to touch her daughter’s breasts, but can’t bring herself to do it.

Susan reads that desire in her mother’s eyes. “Please mom, they are aching for you.” She takes her mother’s hand and strokes across her hard nipple.

“Oh my god, mom. Oh!”

Joan lets Susan move her hand as she wishes, and she moans. Then on her own she grabs her daughter’s breast and squeezes it.

“Oh, it is so soft,” she says with surprise. “So soft, and…”

Words stop. She is fondling her daughter. She is feeling her up. She is molesting her daughter? No, not this. Her daughter is old enough, but it still feels wrong. And it feels perfectly right.

She watches her fingers on her daughter’s body, stroking and pressing and holding, and touching her like she shouldn’t but is anyway. Susan moans and gasps, sighs, and smiles. She pulls her mother down to her and they kiss again.

Joan slides her body down so they lay on the couch together. Susan presses one leg slightly between her mother’s legs and she opens them. They wrap their arms and legs around each other and pull each other close, their breasts pressed against each other, their hands all over each other’s backs, waist, heads, breasts. Their mouths opened wide and Susan presses her tongue into her mother’s mouth, over and over again, as if she were fucking her mother with her tongue. Joan opens wide to her daughter’s lust, and presses her pussy bone against her daughter’s. Susan pulls her tongue back between her own lips, and Joan’s follows.

Tentatively at first, she fucks her daughter’s mouth with her tongue, then gives into the desire. She presses her tongue into her daughter, over and over again, and Susan opens, she opens everything. She feels her lips down below opening, opening to what will come, soon, from her mother, her mother’s desire for her own daughter.

While they kiss, so deeply, mother and daughter, Susan pulls her mother on top of her and opens her legs until Joan’s bone is resting against hers. Susan’s tongue slides in and out between her mother’s open lips and she gently rocks her hips against her mother’s body. She is surprised to feel her mother’s body begin to move with hers, and soon she is lost in the dance of it. Tongues and bodies together.

Susan becomes aware of her clit, and wants it to be touched. She realizes she is still wearing her jeans skirt, but it has been folded up around her thighs. She gently puts her hand on top of her mother’s which is on her breast. Her mother pulls a away a little.

“Oh, should I…”

“No, mom, I love that, I just want…”

And she holds her mother’s hand and strokes her waist with it, down to her leg and the edge of the skirt. She pushes her hips up, pressing her pussy into her mother’s.

“Touch me,” she says, and moves out from under her mother a little so Joan is lying next to her. Her mother tries to speak again, but her daughter kisses her and puts her mother’s hand up her skirt and her fingers against her pussy. Her thong is soaking wet, and hot. Her mother again tries to say something, but her daughter holds her tighter against her mouth with one hand, and rubs her mother’s fingers against her clit. She shakes with pleasure, and then puts her mother’s fingers right in her pussy, and rubs them up and down.

Joan gives in. Her daughter wants this, obviously, and will tell her when to stop. She begins to kiss her daughter more gently, as she explores her daughter with her finger. Her slender finger touches the inner lips, up and down, and she kisses her daughter’s face, her daughter’s eyes, her cheeks, her neck. She finds her daughter’s clit, and strokes one side and then the other very lightly.

“Oh Mom, that feels so good.”

She slides her fingers down into Susan’s wetness and brings up more juice, moving her finger in a circle around around her clit.

“Oh mom, that feels so good.”

More circles.

“Oh, don’t stop.”

More circles, and Susan moves her clit in coordination with her mother’s finger tip.

“Yes, mom, yes. like that.” More touching, more juice.

“Mom, you’re going to make me come.”

Joan is dazed. She is touching her daughter as a mother should not, yet she would never stop. Her daughter is about to come under her fingers, and she is listening to her. Listening to her words, so sweet as they are whispered, “Mom, yes, like that, please, don’t stop, yes, so good, so good.” And she is listening to her daughter’s body. Her clit presses up into her finger, and then away. She doesn’t need to know how to do this, she just needs to be receptive.

“Mom, yes, oh, oh, I’m going to come. Make me come, mama, yes, mom, mama oh. “

Joan, kisses her daughter as she moans and comes, gasping and crying, holding on to her mother as she shakes and dances, pressing her clit into her mother’s finger and then pulling away as she rides her orgasm’s waves. Joan can’t believe her ears, to hear her daughter’s sighs of pleasure. Love swells in her, and she covers her daughter with kisses. As the waves subside, she cups her hand around Susan’s pussy.

But Susan is not about to stop now. Her first orgasm always gets her started. Joan lies on Susan’s chest, her hand on one perfect breast. But after just a few minutes rest, Susan asks, “Mom, can we go to your room? ” Instead of protesting, as she was about to, she simply says, “Yes.”

Joan gets up off the couch and looks down at her daughter, flushed, topless, skirt around her waist, naked legs open. She holds out her hand.

Susan takes it, rises, and steps out of her skirt and thong. Her mother looks at her naked body, even her hairless pussy. She pulls her robe around her.

“Come here, honey.” She takes Susan’s hand and leads her into her bedroom.

Susan enters her mother’s bedroom, and notes that it is as it has always been, but will never be the same. Because she is about to get into her mother’s bed as a lover, not a child. Her mother is at the bed, folding back her blankets, and opening them. She takes off her robe and climbs onto the bed, holding open the sheets.

“Come in honey.” Susan climbs in under her mother’s arm, and the sheets descend around her, so comforting, and warm. Her mother kisses her again, and with desire. Susan opens her mouth to those kisses and in seconds mother and daughter are again kissing and stroking everywhere, squeezing breasts and ass and pushing legs between and over. They roll around, sometimes Susan on top, sometimes Joan. They both say to each other, “I love you” and kiss deeply each time they do.

Susan puts her fingers into her own pussy lips and then in to her mother’s mouth. “Taste how wet I am for you, mother.”

Joan sucks on Susan’s fingers. She has never tasted a woman’s juice before, not even her own. She realizes what Susan is suggesting. Her own pussy is yet untasted by anyone, yet her daughter wants her to kiss her there. To put her mouth on another woman’s vulva, her own daughter’s. She knows she will. She will be like her daughter, and do what she wants to do.

Susan feels her mother’s tongue on her fingers, and her body shudders as she watches them disappear between her mother’s lips. She could never tell anyone about this, to have sex with your mother is supposed to be so wrong, but feels so good and seems so right. For the two of them.

She has ever dreamed she could be this turned on. Her own scent is in her mother’s mouth as she pulls back her fingers and kisses her mother again, their tongues caressing each other, their bodies pressed as close as they can be, their arms and legs holding each other tightly. Susan begins to rub her pussy hard against Joan’s thigh, and gently pushes her on her back so that she can press her bone more insistently against her.

“Oh, God, Mom, I’m so hot. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never wanted to touch anyone as bad as I want to touch you.”

“Honey, you are so beautiful,” Joan whispers into Susan’s ear. “I want to look at you you; sit up, will you?”

Susan pulls herself up from Joan’s embrace and sits with her pussy, hot and dripping, resting above her mother’s bush. She rubs her lips against it, and raises her arms above her head to stretch out the sexual energy that is almost too much to bear.

“Oh, Mom, this feels so good.”

“Honey, oh honey, just look at you. Do you realize how beautiful you are?”

Joan reaches up and holds Susan’s breasts in both her hands. She rubs her daughter’s small pink nipples with her thumbs and squeezes the soft, tender globes, hypnotized by the sight, and the pleasure of touching her daughter this way. She unconsciously raises her hips into her daughter’s pussy.

“Your breasts are so perfect, your body is so beautiful. You’re just perfect, and I can’t believe that you’re my little girl all grown up.”

Susan leans down, her breasts still cupped in her mother’s fingers.

“I never felt as beautiful as I do right now, Mom.” She rubs her cunt against her mother’s some more. “Oh please, I need your mouth. “

Susan leans forward pulling her breasts from her mother’s hands and swinging them into Joan’s face. Joan kisses one nipple and then then other.

“Oh yes, Mom, suck them, suck my titties.”

Joan moans and takes one of Susan’s nipples into her mouth. She sucks hungrily, and massages Susan’s other breast in her hand. Susan moans, Susan gasps. “Oh God, Mom, Oh God.” Again she feels the rush from her nipples down to her pussy.

Joan does not know what it is like to put her tongue to a clitoris, but she thinks of her daughter’s clit as she sucks on one one nipple, and then the other, while her daughter sighs and gasps above her.

Susan holds herself up on her arms and watches one breast and then the other pleasured by her mother’s lips and tongue. She knows she wanted to start something, but she had no idea making love with her own mother would be this transcendent of any experience she had ever imagined. She rocks herself against her mother’s body.

She wants more.

Susan puts her hands on the headboard and pulls her pussy up to her mother’s face. Joan’s eyes grow wide, and she looks up at her daughter. Holding each other’s gaze, Joan opens her mouth, and Susan presses her cunt lips to her mother’s mouth. Her pussy is so open and wet and Joan’s tongue slides smoothly and hot between her lips.

Susan cannot believe this is happening. Her own mother, going down on her. She presses into her mother face, and Joan responds by finding her clit and sucking hard on it.

“Oh, oh Mom, yes, like that. Oh, Jesus. Yes, suck my clit just like you are.”

Joan circles the tip of her tongue around her daughter’s clit and sucks it. She can feel how this makes her daughter feel, and she does exactly as she wished had been done to her but never was. It is as if she’s been waiting for this her entire life, to experience vicariously what she had always wanted, by doing it for the woman closest to her.

She holds her daughter’s hips in her hands, and lovingly strokes her waist, her curving butt, and her lower back. All the while, her tongue weaves between her daughter’s cunt lips, her tongue goes up inside, around her clit, and then sucks, sucks her clit until her daughter moans and cries, calls her “Mom,” and “Mommy,” and says “Oh my God, oh my God” and rocks her body against her face.

Susan’s rocking quickens, and she presses her clit harder into Joan’s mouth. Joan rubs her clit with her tongue harder now, and Susan responds by pressing back against her mother.

Joan loses herself in the reality, she is lost in all her senses soaked in her daughter’s sex: her daughter’s skin, the taste and smell of her daughter’s womanhood, her daughter’s sighs of ecstasy, the looking up and seeing her daughter’s perfect breasts, her dear familiar face, and catching her eyes dark with pleasure.

Suddenly, Joan’s mouth is flooded with Susan’s juice, and she is coming again. “Mom, oh god, Mom, Mommy, I’m coming, I’m coming, Oh Mom, it’s so good, so good. “

Still shaking with pleasures, Susan lowers herself and kisses her mother deeply. Joan holds her close, and strokes her back while she continues to shudder with the aftershocks.

“Oh, baby. Oh baby girl.”

Susan kisses her mother again, loving the taste of pussy on her face.

“Oh mom, that was so wonderful. I loved looking down at you while you were there on me. “

“Susan, besides giving birth to you, this is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Well, I’m glad I get to remember this one!” They laugh, and kiss again, and Susan sits up and puts her hands on her mother’s breasts, fondling them, and gently rubbing her mother’s nipples. Joan puts her hands up and touches Susan’s breasts at at the same time. They smile at each other for a while, enjoying the gentle mutual pleasure.

“Mom, I love your breasts. I’ve been staring at them all night. I couldn’t believe it, but I was.”

“Susan, I need to tell you something. When you told me that you had had sex with a woman, I was so happy for you, and so happy that you could tell me. I don’t want… this… us… to ever get in the way of you being with your friend.”

Susan is about to tell her mom that she doesn’t want to think about anyone else right now, but the look in her mother’s eyes is so serious, and Susan knows what she is saying is right.

“Ok, Mom.” Susan leans forward, and puts her mouth lightly on Joan’s lips. “I feel so loved right now. Do you know how I love you? Can you?”

Susan begins to rock her hips, and Joan responds. With their mouths so close together, they begin to breath in unison, in and out, while their pussies undulate together.

Susan puts her hand down and between them, and touches her mother’s vulva. Her lips are already open, and Susan presses her fingers into her mother’s vagina. First two, then three.

“Susan, oh Susan is that….should you? “

“Yes, Mom, I need to. I need to be inside you. Don’t you want me to? I need to I love you. Please don’t say stop now. You have to let me.”

Susan kneels back so she can watch fingers in her mother, and see Joan’s face while she’s entering her. Joan looks down at Susan, and Susan meets her eyes, and smiles. They don’t look away, their eyes are wide with love and desire for each other.

“I’m fucking my own mother,” Susan thinks, “And no, I will never, ever forget this moment for as long as I live.”

“Mom, I’m inside you.”

“Oh yes, you are, and …. I’ve never felt…..”

“I can feel you all around my fingers, I can feel you here.” Susan’s hands curl up and stroke Joan’s vagina behind her clit.

“Oh… oh, Susan, what is that? “

“That’s your g-spot, Mom.”

“Susan, don’t stop, keep doing that. That’s incredible. “

Susan’s fingers curl around her mother’s pussy bone and stroke that spot behind the clit that she had only recently learned about herself. The effect on Joan surprises them both. Joan lifts her legs and opens her thighs as far as she can, and Susan leans over her, her round breasts brushing her mother’s belly lightly as she continues to both fuck in and out and curl her fingers inside stroking the place there where Joan’s body seemed to tell her to touch.

Pleasure overtakes Joan, she presses her head into the pillow and closes her eyes. She exists only in this moment, and these sensations that her daughter is giving her. With her hands, she holds her legs up and open, holding herself open to whatever her daughter wants to do to her, because the ecstasy is everything. She breathes deeply and and her exhalations become louder and louder.

Susan is amazed by her mother’s abandon and she slides in another finger, so that all four of them are now inside, and dancing against her mother’s pleasure spot. She is amazed by her mother’s black bush of hair, and she is blown way that she is actually doing this.

As her mother’s breathing deepens, Susan begins to fuck her mother more forcefully, pressing her fingers up against the top of her vagina hard and fast. Joan crys out, and Susan knows it’s not from pain.

“Oh Mom, this is so fuh…fricking hot.” Even though she is fucking her mother, she knows that she wouldn’t like it if she said the word.

“Oh, Honey,” Joan puts one hand up to Susan’s shoulder. “Keep doing that, don’t stop, don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”

“You want me to fuck you, Mom?” Susan is surprised, and even more turned on that her mom is talking dirty.

“Fuck me, Susan, Oh, Susan, fuck me, fuck me.”

So Susan fucks her mother, push, push, push, with her strength and desire behind every stroke. Joan raises up her hips, and in her excitement begins calling out wordlessly as Susan fucks her steady, ceaselessly, and with the stamina of youth.

“Oh Susan, oh honey, baby, baby girl, Oh, Susan. Something is, oh, oh honey…..”

Joan’s vagina contracts around Susan’s hand, and Joan soaks the sheets under

herself with juice. Susan slows her stroking, then tenderly draws her hand out.

“Oh honey, that was amazing. I’ve never felt that before.”

“You’ve come before, haven’t you, Mom?”

“Yes, I have, but nothing like that. It was so deep and inside.”

“Oh, mama, that was so awesome. I have never seen anything like it before. You came all over my hand. I want to….”

Susan bends down to finally taste her mother. She lays flat between her mother’s legs, her Joan now exhausted in the afterglow. She puts her face up close, and breathes in deeply. Oh, the scent of a woman, and this time, the first woman, her mother, and now her lover. She brushes her mother’s hair against her face, damp with juice. She opens Joan’s cunt with her hands and looks into it, its swollen and open lips, and her clit hard and under its hood.

Susan stretches forward and puts her lips on the hood hiding her mother’s clit. She just holds her lips there, feeling the clit slightly between her lips. Then she presses forward her tongue and touches it lightly. Joan startles.

“Mom, is your clit too sensitive? Is it too soon? ” “No, please, do whatever you want. Do everything, I’m yours.”

Joan woke up and checked the time. 3 am. Susan slept curled under her arm, their legs spooned up together like–well, like lovers. Images of last night’s love making filled her mind, and then shame rose up from her belly like a fever.

Oh god.

What had she done?

Joan slipped out of bed as carefully as she could and made her way to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee, and held herself, rocking, tears rising up, and the heat of shame literally making her skin crawl. Why had she done this? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She had had sex with Susan. How could she face her in the morning? This was wrong, wrong, wrong. Then, a memory of Susan’s smile as she looked down at her mother’s pussy.

Susan will be damaged. They must never speak of this. The taste of Susan’s pussy in her mouth, the insistence of her clit under her tongue. Joan shivered, wiped herself– oh God, she’s still so wet–stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

“You have had sex with your daughter. You are a pervert. You’ve violated her,” she said to bleary-eyed self. And as she heard herself say these self-incriminating words she did not truly believe, her imagination was overwhelmed with the memories. The intensity of her fingers deep in her daughter’s vagina, how her nipples stayed hard in her mouth, and the joy of her cries when she came. She came. Susan came from her touch.

Now she was getting cold. Should she go back to bed? Maybe she should sleep on the couch? Oh! the couch, where they first kissed…

Despite Joan’s care, Susan had awoken just as her mother slipped from their warm sheets. It took her a few seconds to realize she was in mom’s room. And what they had done. She had had sex with her mom. And it was so hot. Susan’s body immediately warmed with excitement as the details became clear of where she was and what they had done. Her memories flooded with the sight of her mother’s dark eyes, and her full breasts, the feel of her clit under Susan’s finger, the sounds of her mother’s whispers in her ears. She trembled under the sheets as a bolt of excitement shot through her. She turned and put her arms into the empty place where Joan had lain, and waited for her to return to bed.

By the time Joan returned, Susan had fallen asleep again, but she woke enough to open her arms, and pull Joan toward her. Susan slid her legs between her mother’s to hold her close, then closer. She felt that Joan may have pulled back just slightly, but Susan pulled naked warm body close to warm Joan’s chilly skin. Holding her tight against her, she felt Joan shudder, and then gasp as she began to cry.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Oh Susan, what have we done? How could I have done

this?” she whispered desperately.

“Shhhh, shhh, Mom, don’t worry.” Susan was shocked that her mother would be feeling responsible for anything. Not only did she feel ecstatic to have made love with her mother, but she felt that she had seduced her mom herself.

Joan sobbed into Susan’s neck, saying something that Susan couldn’t understand.

“Shhhh, shhh, Mom, it’s ok. I’m ok.” Susan kissed her lips, and kissed her tears. They looked into each other’s eyes in the dim light. Susan kissedher face, saying, “It’s ok,” “Don’t worry,” and “I love you, I love you,” over and over. Susan gave her mother consoling kisses on her face, on her throat. Joan’s protests ceased. Susan cupped her mother’s breast, and then slid down her body so that she could suck it.

She held her mother’s breasts in her hands, and nursed. Just nursed. Joan stopped crying.

Joan held Susan’s head, her fingers entwined in her hair, and she wiped away the last of her tears.

“Oh baby girl,” she said, looking down as Susan sucked, and nursed, with intensity, at her nipple. Susan stroked Joan’s back and settled in to a rhythmic quiet sucking, and Joan relaxed into the pleasure of holding her girl again, being alone in bed with her, comfortable, warm, and surrounded in a bubble of love.

Susan continued to nurse, and Joan dozed. She dreamed of other mothers who made love with their daughters. Of mothers and

daughters who were lovers in every nation, speaking every language, today, right now, and going back to the beginning of history.

Joan shifted a little, holding Susan closer, and Susan turned so that she sucked on Joan’s other nipple, and settled again into a rhythmic nursing, nursing, nursing; opening and closing her jaw so that Joan’s entire areola was surrounded by her lips. Joan fell back into a dream of mothers and daughters making love everywhere, a secret circle of love and pleasure, where mothers and daughters shared in an unending chain of life, and sex, motherhood and daughterhood melding into complete womanhood where life force and sexual energy flow from vulva to vulva, over and over, healing and strong, down through the generations. A chain of love, sex, and vulnerability binding women generation after generation.

Why is this a taboo? Why do not mothers and daughters share their bodies and their sexual desire as they share grooming, and cooking, and the other household arts? Who would be harmed by this? It is not as if Joan had preyed upon a child who did not know herself. Now that Susan was grown, with lovers of her own, what harm could there be in being lovers with her mother?

Oh girl, Joan thought. You have taught me so much. Susan continued to nurse, and Joan dreamed of many faces of mothers and daughters throughout history. She saw them all, all kinds of faces buried in each other’s pussies, all shapes of women, all colors of skin, in the simplest of huts to the grandest palaces, all of them making love. Mothers and daughters open to each other, rising in sexual excitement together, coming into each other’s mouths and knowing the ecstasy of sexual love between women who could be no closer.

Who would this harm? Why would this be a taboo? Who would make this a sin and a crime?

As Joan dozed, and dreamed, Susan nursed, and became more and more aware of the excitement that was building inside her the longer she nursed. Joan stroked her shoulders slowly and lovingly, and Susan moved her hands around her mother’s body, until her hand moved around her mother’s ass, and then inside her legs. As she nursed, she lightly touched her mother’s vulva. Susan began pulling harder on Joan’s nipple, and Joan opened her legs slightly. Susan’s fingers pushed in further, touching her mother’s wetness. Her lips parted, and Susan stroked between them, pressing against the opening of her mother’s vagina.

Joan’s mind separated from the reverie of mothers and daughters as she felt Susan’s fingers begin to slowly fuck her. She opened her legs more and Susan began to fuck her deeper and faster as she sucked more sexually on her nipples, moving back and forth between them. Joan moaned, “Oh baby, oh, Susan, fuck me. Oh, I love you, fuck me, Susan. I want it. I need it. “

Susan pulled herself up to her mother’s mouth, and continued her powerful fucking of her mother’s pussy with her long, strong fingers.

“Mother I can’t stop. I need to fuck you, Mom. Oh Mom, you are so beautiful and sexy. She fucked Joan harder, pressing up against the inside of her clit. Joan pulled up her legs, fully open to her daughter’s lustful hand. She bore down against her daughter’s pounding with her entire body, knowing nothing but the pleasure of the hand stroking her with all of her love and strength.

“Oh, oh Susan, I love you,” she said, and came in a throbbing arch of joy,pleasure, and relief, spending out small squirts of her fluids into her daughter’s hand.

After the release, Susan, returned to nursing on her mother’s breasts, her fingers still cupped around Joan’s vulva. Joan wrapped her arms around her, and soon they both slept, any taint of shame purified by the power of their love.

Paying the Family Debt

Paying the Family Debt

I had been putting it off for a very, very long time. In fact, I had probably been putting it off a lot longer than I should have. I had waited past the point where anything rational could be done about the situation. But when I thought about it, we were screwed the moment that my mother got laid off. We were going to lose absolutely everything.

I was sitting in the kitchen of my mother, Clara’s, small home. It was more a cottage than a home. It had a kitchen, a small bathroom with a shower, and then upstairs it had two small bedrooms. She had bought it years ago, but the mortgage was still almost completely unpaid. That was part of the problem I came to talk to her about. She was sitting across from me now, stirring her tea with a very concerned look on her face. I had told her that I had something big to tell her.

“What is it Jayne?” she said, reaching across the table to pat my hand. She looked very young when she was concerned, but I guess that true. Despite the fact that I was 22 years old, my mother was only 40. She was a little shorter than me, being only 5’4. She had long, beautiful blonde hair, thick pink lips, and dazzling blue eyes. She also had a young shapely body (likely because she had me and my brother so young). She was about 110lbs. and had large, C-cup breasts. Her hips were shapely and her legs were delicately tapered.

People always told me that I looked a lot like my mother, but there were a couple of differences. I am 5’6 and about 100lbs. I have smaller, A-Cup breasts, and I keep my blonde hair back in a ponytail. But other than that we are very similar in appearance and in outlook. In fact, we are so alike that despite all of my mother’s best efforts, I had a child out of wedlock with a deadbeat who skipped town just like she had. My baby’s father didn’t even stick around the 5 years my father did. He was gone before my baby was born. That is my roundabout way of saying that I have a 4 year old son, Toddy.

“Well…” I said. Now that I had come to the point where I had to speak, I found that there weren’t any words to make. I felt like I had let down my family. I felt like my mother, my 16 year old brother, my little boy, they were all relying on me and I failed.

“Honey,” my mother said, smiling now, “What do I always tell you about bad news? Why do you always twist into pretzels about this? Just say the bad news and we will figure it out,” suddenly she seemed to realize something, “Oh god, you aren’t pregnant again!”

“Mom! No!” I said. I hadn’t even had sex since my son was born (not that men don’t ask me out constantly, but I just don’t have the time). I decided not to try to beat around the bush, but to just throw it all out at once, “Listen mom, I really appreciate the fact that you let me take over the family’s finances after my semester in college. But I think I screwed everything up. When I lost my job at the restaurant, everything was still okay. But then I lost my other job at the pet store and things got tight. Then you lost your job, and there was no more money coming in. And I stretched everything as far as I could but we are broke. I paid off this month’s bills, except for cable. But I did that by pawning stuff. Next month we aren’t going to have enough for your mortgage, my rent, either of the cars, or Toddy’s preschool. I don’t even know what to pay first, at least two things won’t get paid. The whole thing collapsed and it is all my fault.”

By the time I was finished with my little speech I was in tears. When the last word dribbled out of my mouth, I collapsed on the table, covering my face with my arm. I didn’t want to come out of that little cocoon again. Partially because I knew I had failed and partially because I knew what was coming next. Even before I looked up I could feel my arms around me, from behind. She was holding me close and whispering into my ear.

“It isn’t your fault,” over and over again. I felt so guilty that I wanted her to blame me, but I knew that she wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. She was my mom.

“I am so sorry,” I said, looking up now, but she was smiling down at me.

“You lost your jobs, but it was because the places closed. You weren’t lazy, you weren’t bad. I lost my job for the same reason. We didn’t do anything wrong and I don’t want you to feel bad about it. We are okay,” I could see there were tears in her eyes as well. And for a while, we just sat there, holding each other and trying not to think about the way the world was crumbling around us. But after a few minutes, our eyes were dry and my mother was back across the table, sipping her tea and looking at me with love that was undiminished.

“Thanks mom,” I said and she just sipped her tea, pretending she didn’t hear. Because she didn’t want to be thanked for what she felt she had to do.

“So what are we going to do sweetie?” she asked now. We had both been applying to job all over the place, but nothing was working. We were out of options; no one was hiring a 40 year old woman with a GED or a 22 year old woman with a semester at community college. We were stuck.

“I don’t know mom,” I said.

“Well you can’t let Toddy know anything is wrong, I am going to keep this from your brother as well,” she said.

“Don’t you think that Greg is old enough to understand this stuff?” I said, feeling like I would have been offended at that age if something that big had been kept for me. My mother seemed to read my mind.

“Your brother isn’t as mature now as you were when you were 10. He won’t understand. If we can fix this now, I am going to do it without him knowing there was ever a problem,” she said. When my mother spoke, all questions stopped. You just had to do it.

“Okay,” I said, and then I realized I had to tell her the other bad news. I decided not to string it out anymore, I just had to say it, “Mom, I have to tell you something I am not proud of.”

“I think I know what it is,” she said, sounding a little disappointed, but understanding.

“I went out to the titty bar the other day to see if I could get a job. They were more than willing to give me a job, but they told me what they expected me to make and it just doesn’t make sense. I know, I am sorry,” I said all in one breath. The truth was, I couldn’t imagine those eyes on my body, it would have had to pay a lot for me to do it.

“It’s okay. We just have to think of something,” she said, just ignoring the situation. Then we sat in her kitchen, that wouldn’t be her kitchen for long. And we were silent. Because there were no ideas left.

* * * * *

Three weeks past and the bills were going to be due in a week. I was starting to realize just how precarious the situation was. I was frantically searching the internet every day at the library, trying to figure something out to fix our money woes. I knew my mom was doing everything in her power. We didn’t have any other family to fall back on. And as each lead came up dry, I became more desperate.

I was a Tuesday when I finally went to my mother’s house with my last unfinished lead. It was a job that I had heard about on one of my first days of searching. I had just rejected it out of hand. But now there was literally nothing left. The next step was to buy lottery tickets. That is what I was planning on doing. But I just wanted to go tell my mom about this job. Just so she could be as disgusted as I was and tell me that it wasn’t worth it.

This time, we were sitting in her living room. She was on the couch that faced a blank and useless television and I was on her favorite chair. She looked nervous and I knew she didn’t look forward to my brother getting home from school because it meant that she had to pretend like nothing was wrong. That activity is actually very draining.

“Yeah, same here,” my mother said as I listed all of the opportunities that had failed, “I guess we are stuck. I have been looking for more affordable long-term hotels. We can stay a couple of months there before the little bit of equity I will get from selling the house runs out.” She said. My mom had never looked so sad in her life. She was so proud of her home. For a moment I thought I couldn’t even say the one job I had found that we could definitely do, but I had to say it when I looked at her face. I just had to make sure that she knew.

“Mom,” I said, and my voice sounded strange.


“I did find one job that we can do,” I said and she gave me a relieved smile.

“What is it? Can we both do it or is it a young woman’s job?” she asked.

“We would work together,” I said, but I had to stop hinting, it was making it worse, “I was looking for jobs on the internet for jobs. I was curious because there are lots of women who do like, webcam shows where they do stripteases and I thought maybe I could do that. It is the same as stripping and everything, and then no one would be looking at me, like where I could see them.”

“Uh-huh…” My mother said, her brow furrowing.

“But they don’t make very much money. It seems like amateur pornographers don’t make any real money. But while I was on the sites looking at that, I found something that pays a lot of money that isn’t amateur stripteases,” I said. My heart was racing now, I felt lightheaded. It was hard to say this.

“Well what is it?” she said, not liking how I was drawing this out.

“There is an underground market for pornographic movies where… a woman and her mother have sex. They need to be actual mothers and daughters; they want you to show your license and birth certificates to the camera first. There can be other people, but the mothers and daughters have to be attractive and they have to…interact.”

“Oh my God, that is terrible!” my mother said, her face registered abject horror and I felt relief.

“I know, I just felt like I couldn’t keep that in. It paid so well, I had to tell you just so that you could say no too,” I said and she nodded solemnly.

“How much did it pay?” she asked after a very long pause. I forgot to tell her.

“Well, they say if you are good you can keep making movies for as long as you want and you can negotiate more prices. But the first time they pay you $10,000. It is like $2000 less if you can’t speak English,” I explained. She nodded solemnly. At that moment, my brother came home, he gave me a quick wave and headed to his room. That meant I had to go and pick up my son at pre-school. My mother was still just staring at the television when I left.

I came back when I had my son and the four of us ate a family dinner like we did most nights. Little Toddy was captivating, as usual, and made all of us laugh. My brother talked about school and girls and everything else in his life and we let our worries slip away. I didn’t think about the fact that this wouldn’t be our mother’s house in a week for nearly ten minutes one time.

After dinner my brother went up to his room to call one of his girlfriends and my brother fell asleep on the couch in the living room. My mother and I were sitting at the kitchen table again, drinking coffee. It was the first we had been alone since my brother got home from school.

“How is Toddy’s school going?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, smiling with pride. My boy was so smart, “His teacher said he is above age-level in most of the criteria they evaluated.” Toddy’s grandmother beamed as well.

“Greg told me that his soccer coach said he can get a college scholarship if he keeps his grades up,” my mother said, seemingly to herself.

“He has always been so athletic,” I replied. We sat in silence for a long while. My mother stirred her coffee but didn’t drink it. We both knew what thoughts were running through our heads.

“If we move into a hotel and take your little man out of preschool he will fall behind,” she said suddenly and I could feel tears welling in my eyes as my fears were put into words for the first time. My little Toddy had to have things better than me and better than his grandmother.

“I know.”

“Your brother, he is prideful,” my mother said slowly, “If we move into a hotel he will be humiliated. He will withdraw from school and friends and he will let his grades drop,” she said. I knew that she was right there as well.

“God this is Hell,” I said, “I just wish that there was something we could do.”

“There is,” my mother said. Now her voice was barely above a whisper. She looked deep into my eyes and her fierce love pierced deep into my heart. Her passion for her family was a physical thing, I could feel it leaning into me and demanding something from me, “It is a mother’s job to make sacrifices for her children when she has to,” my mother told me, “We have to make sacrifices for our sons, and for ourselves. I want you to call up those… people we talked about before. Have then send out a camera,” she said. As usual, my mother’s word accepted to contradiction. I felt a bizarre feeling of relief. Then our minds completely closed out the idea, or so we pretended.


“The camera will be here tomorrow or the next day,” I said to my mother the next day when our sons were at school. We were standing outside in her garden.

“Good,” she said, but she didn’t sound like she thought it was good.

“They said a check for half the amount will come with it, so we will be good for next month,” I said and she just nodded this time, “They had some other stuff they need us to do. I am supposed to tell you about it.” My mother bent over and pulled out a weed. I couldn’t help but check her out. I mean, I didn’t want to. But it was sort of my job now. She was a beautiful woman. But could I…have sex with her? I didn’t think so. We didn’t want to think of what would happen if we failed.

“What is it?” she asked.

“We are supposed to shave out legs and armpits the morning we shoot. We are supposed to…trim anything else the way we like. They said we should go easy on the make-up because they want us to look natural,” I explained. My mother nodded again.

“Let’s go inside, I don’t think it is appropriate to talk about this out here,” she said. I blushed and she wiped the dirt from her hands and we went inside, “what else?” she asked when the door closed behind us.

“They said that we have to do…certain things. I will just let you know what they are when we are going, I don’t want to say them to you. They said we should be creative and that the people who watch this like…kinky stuff,” I felt like I was going to vomit when I said that but she just washed her hands in the sink and acted like I was describing a recipe for meatloaf.

“Anything else,” she asked.

“No,” I said, “Oh wait, yes. They gave me a list of questions that we have to answer to the camera before we start. They said we don’t have to try to be sexy, just answer the questions honestly and the people would think it was…good.”

“Okay,” my mother said and she took a beer from her fridge. She offered me one as well and I took it and drank. I didn’t drink much, but I needed to calm my nerves. I had never felt so anxious in my life. We finished out beers in silence.

“I have seen you naked since you were a little girl,” my mother said and I nodded. I couldn’t even remember what she looked like naked. I used to shower with her when I was a very little girl, but that had been a very long time ago. I could very vaguely remember her breast when my brother was still being breastfed a decade and a half ago. I wondered what she looked like.

“Maybe we should go up to my room…” she said, looking out the window, not wanting to look me in the eyes. I felt myself blush, “Not to do…the actual thing without the camera. Just to look at each other so we aren’t surprised,” she said hastily. She got up and started to walk upstairs. I followed behind her, looking at the gently sway of her hips as I moved up the stairs behind her. She walked into her room and I followed behind her and closed the door. I locked it as well.

“We will film here tomorrow or when the camera comes,” my mother said. Even as she was speaking she was walking around the room, closing the blinds and the curtains on her windows so that it was dark and secluded. I turned on the small bedside lamp so that we wouldn’t be fumbling in the dark. She walked back around the bed and stood in front of me. We just looked at each other for a long time. She smiled wanly.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said. She reached across the distance that separated us and patted my hand the way she had all those weeks ago.

“We are saving our family. We have to stop thinking like we are waiting for our own executions. Let’s just pretend what we are doing is normal. Let’s stop acting nervous before we speak. Let’s stop being embarrassed. Why don’t we just sort of own it now,” she said, trying to convince herself as well as me. But she didn’t say anymore. She acted. She crossed her arms around the bottom of her shirt and quickly lifted it up over her head and threw it on the floor. Her blonde hair was tousled and she looked sexy even. Her breasts were large and her cleavage well defined her shiny back bra. She was unzipping her pants while I was unbuttoning my own top. Soon my pink bra was exposed as well, my tiny breasts standing out proudly from my chest. My mother’s jeans were in a pile on the floor and she kicked them away. Her panties were black as well, they were boy shorts and I could see the gentle swell of her firm buttocks as she twisted to brush away the jeans.

I quickly dropped my cotton shorts, revealing my own underwear. I was wearing just a basic red pair of cotton underwear. They were new and they looked good on me. I looked down at my flat tummy, thin legs, and tiny feet and knew that I was sexy. But now I looked back up at my mother. Her legs were gorgeous, I could tell she was still working out. Her tummy was very flat and even a little bit defined. She had a very sexy hourglass shape that women half her age would be jealous of. If we could go through with this, we could make a lot of money.

No we were standing in what could be out bathing suits. There was nothing particularly scandalous about where we were now. The next step was what really matters. We both knew it and began to act at the same time. My mother’s bra clasped in the front and she quickly started to unhooked it. I reached around my back and did the same. We seemed to do a silent countdown and then we allowed the bras to slide off of our bodies. Both of our eyes moved to each other’s chests. My mother’s breasts were amazing. They were still quite firm despite the fact that she was 40, they did droop much at all as the bra was removed. They were perky even. Her areola’s looked to be about the size of quarters and a light red in color and her nipples were about half an inch long. She looked perfectly proportioned and I found that I really did find her to be a sexy woman. It was a strange feeling. I had never had any lesbian thoughts before, especially not any concerning my mother. But I did respond to her breasts. I saw her looking at me as well, and I looked down at my own breasts. Without the bra to push them up they looked very small, just two little mounds. But they are nicely proportioned, very perky, and I have very nice nipples. They are about the same size as my mothers, they are a lighter, pink color, and my nipples are about three quarters of an inch long when they are hard. She smiled at me as I looked back up, she must’ve approved as well.

“One last thing,” she said. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, bent over and started to slide them down. I did the same, looking at my own vagina and not her’s.

“Oh honey, that is cute,” she said and I looked up blushing. I looked to her eyes and she was pointed at my pussy, “You shaved your hair into a cute little heart,” she said. I looked down again. I actually waxed it that way. I was completely bare except for a little patch right above my clit that was a heart, about an inch and a half tall by two inches wide. I blushed even harder. But I kept my legs together. I couldn’t bear for my mother to see my labia…until she had to.

“Thanks,” I said. I looked up at her now as well. She seemed to feel the same way as I did, keeping her legs together.

“Do you wax bare?” I asked now it was her turn to blush and nod. Her pubis was bare, silky looking, and beautiful. Now we were both completely naked, looking at each other. I giggled a little bit. It was almost a little bit of fun. A little…naughty. Plus, for now it was harmless she giggled as well. It had the feel of a sort of sexy slumber party.

“What do we do now?” she asked finally. I sort of shrugged my shoulders, and felt my bare breasts jiggle slightly. It was oddly sexy. It was so long since I had known I was going to have sex, I didn’t even think about it anymore. This sudden heightening of sexual tension was very strange. And good. I think my mother felt the same.

“Maybe, before we get dressed,” I said, “we should just hug?” I wanted our skin to touch together, just a little bit. Just to know how it would feel. She nodded. We walked forward until our nipples were almost touching. We looked into each other’s eyes. My mother had an awkward smile on her face, which I returned. She put out her arms and we both naturally threw our butts out backwards. Our arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders and our cheeks brushed together. I felt my mother’s warm breasts against my own, felt the friction of skin on skin and the heat that that produced. I felt my nipples against the top of her breasts and felt her nipples against the bottom of my own breasts. I felt so strange. After a short time, we broke out hug. I looked at my mother.

“I love you momma,” I said and she smiled.

“I love you too,” she said and it didn’t matter that we were naked or what we were going to do. We loved each other, so it couldn’t be all bad. We started to get dressed then, walked back downstairs and continued our wait for the camera.


“You be good at school today,” I said to my son two days later. He was sitting in the backseat in his booster chair and I was looking at him in the rearview mirror.

“I will Mommy,” he said as the teacher’s aide opened our back door.

“Hello Ms. Thomas,” the woman said and I nodded to her. She started to talk to my son about the day and he got very excited. I smiled at him.

“I love you Momma,” he said as he bounced out the door.

“I love you soooo much little one,” I said and blew him a kiss. I watched as he bounded up the stairs into his school and then I pulled away from the curb and headed towards my mother’s house.

There were several parcels on the passenger seat of my car. Most were letters. They contained checks made out to various banks, lenders, and other debt holders. The check had arrived from my new employer and had been direct deposited. I was keeping all of us in our homes and cars for the next month. But also on the seat was a package which contained a camera, some clothes, and a list of instructions. I hadn’t even opened it yet. It felt toxic sitting there on the chair.

I drove very slowly up to my mother’s house. I got out and took all of the packages as well. There was a large mail box in front of my mother’s house and I just dropped all of the bills in. In a few hours, even the cable would be back on. Now I had to earn the money.

“Hey sis,” Greg said as he came out of the house and started towards the bus stop. I just waved at him and headed towards the house. The package felt heavy in my hands, “Mom said to just come up to the room when you got in. She was doing spring cleaning or something today,” he said. I nodded.

I went into the living room first and put the box down on the coffee table. I found a butter knife in the kitchen and quickly opened it. The camera the first thing I saw. It was small and had an adapter so it could plug in the wall. I was glad, because I didn’t want to have to wait while it charged. I wanted to get this over with. Inside I also found the clothes folded nicely and the directions printed on nice white paper. I separated my clothes from my mother’s and went up to her room.

I went to open the door and found that it was locked, “Mom, it’s me,” I said and it promptly unlocked. I walked into the room and saw the spring cleaning my mother had done. The room looked like a hotel room. All of the personal items had been removed, including my grandmother’s quilt which usually sat at the edge of the bed. My mother was looking at me nervously.

“I think it looks alright, right?” she asked and I nodded. My heart was whirring and she looked nervous as well. But she also looked beautiful. She wasn’t wearing make-up, but she looked alive. She looked sexy. Suddenly realizing that with the blinds now closed, there was nothing left for her to do, she sat down on her bed and folded her hands in her laps. It was very quiet.

“They sent some clothes we are supposed to wear,” I explained and she looked at me, “We are supposed to put on our sexiest underwear and wear this stuff over top of that.” I handed her the clothes that had been made for her. She got up and walked to her bathroom without talking. When the door was closed I quickly too k off my clothes and quickly slipped on the big nightgown I had been given. It looked like a little girl’s nightgown with long, tight sleeves and a long, shapeless trunk shape all the way to the ankles. I felt silly. But I walked over to the front of the bed and put the camera up on the television stand. I plugged the camera in, turned it on, and then I looked in the viewfinder and found that it covered the entire bed and that if we sat at the headboard, we would be completely in the shot. I hooked it up to the TV, so we could see where we were on screen. I turned the camera off and took the remote control back towards the bed. I sat down on the bed and set the remote control next to me.

A moment later my mother came back into the room. She was wearing a tight grey skirt, a white button-up blouse, and a black cardigan. I suppose she was supposed to look like some sort of old-fashioned housewife, but I giggled when I saw her. She returned the giggle.

“You look silly,” she said and I said the same. She came over to the bed and sat down next to me. She took my hand in hers, “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I said. It felt like we shouldn’t just start now, like we should say or do something. But there was nothing to do. We had to get this going or it was never going to happen. She nodded once more and I rolled to my side and grabbed the two pages of questions off of my mother’s nightstand. I fumbled around in the comforter of the bed next and eventually pulled up the remote control to the camera.

“Go ahead sweetie,” she said gently and I pushed the button. I saw the red light on the camera come on and I looked over at my mother and took a deep breath. She rubbed my hand gently and it woke me up to the situation. This was the recording we would be sending in. I had to get started now.

“Umm…Hi, my name is Jayne Thomas and I am 22 years old and a mother of one beautiful little boy. And this is my mom…” As I said this, I took out my drivers license and held it, my mother did the same. I realized we were too far away. I took my license and my mother’s license and went up to camera and showed them closely. We had blocked out our addresses and ID numbers, but our names were on there. It wasn’t a fake. I went back and sat down.

“I am Clara Thomas, I am 40 years old and I am a mother of the 22 year young woman to my right and a young man as well,” she said and she sounded natural, she sounded good. This little camera didn’t appear to be intimidating us. I still felt nervous. I looked down at the questions.

“Okay mom, I have heard that there are some boys and girls out there who want a show and we are going to give it to them.”

“Let’s do it,” my mother said, sounding almost excited. But I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Well, before we start, there are some questions the people are curious about from us. Can I ask you some questions mom?” I said. I got up on my knees and turned towards my mother.

“Sure thing baby,” she said calmly. She didn’t know what I was going to ask, and to be honest I didn’t really know all that I was going to ask either. I was actually a little curious. My mother was looking at me expectantly. I felt like a lot of time was passing, so I started to ask the questions.

“Mom, when was the last time you had sex?” I found myself asking. I saw my mother blush, but she wouldn’t back down either.

“Ummm…If has been 15 years since I have had sex,” she said and I was shocked. She hadn’t had sex in that long! It was longer than I had EVER gone without sex, “Close your mouth you jerk!” I actually giggled at that.

“Sorry. It has been five years since I had sex,” I said and realized that was a long time as well.

“Mom, do you masturbate? If so, how often?”

“I do play with myself. Usually just once a week,” she explained. I couldn’t look her in the eye. I never even thought about her doing that.

“I do everyday,” I said and felt very awkward. I felt like this was the first really strange thing to know about my mom. For a moment I just couldn’t help but picture her, laying on her stomach on her bed, with her face buried in her pillow and her finger deep inside her body. Then I sort of snapped out of it.

“Have you ever fucked a girl momma?” I asked and I didn’t have to look at her to know that she recoiled. But I did turn to her. Her distress was bringing out her youthful looks.

“No,” she said in a little whisper. Her face was bright red and I felt bad. But I pushed on.

“I haven’t either, I haven’t even ever kissed a girl have you?” I said. I was trying to sound sexy, but I could hear my voice warbling, I was so nervous. She shook her head.

“No,” she said.

“Have you ever fucked…a relative before?” I asked and felt my throat catch on those words. I could hear my mother groan under her breath. I thought that she was going to tell me that she couldn’t answer any more questions but she just shook her head slightly and kept going.

“No I haven’t,” she said.

“Me neither,” I said.

“Mom, do you think that I am beautiful?” I asked.

“Of course!” she said, as though she was relieved. She brushed her hair out of her face and her large breasts stood out proudly under her sweater.

“I think you are beautiful too momma,” I said and I meant it, “Do you think I am sexy, do you want to fuck me?” I asked. I didn’t even think about anymore, I just asked the questions. But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a little fun to say dirty things. And just thinking about sex… it had been so long. I didn’t realize I was horny until I realized I was going to have sex. Even if it was with my mom.

“I want to fuck you honey,” she said and I felt my blood boil, in a good way. It was so strange, and so naughty. I turned to look at her and her face was still red, but she was looking at me intently. I loved her right then, so much.

“I want to fuck you mommy,” I said and I bit my lip. We were getting to the end of the questions, we were going to be doing this soon.

“Did you ever think about me sexually before we started this site?”


“Me neither, but I am excited.”

“Me too,” I don’t think either of us really meant excited, but we were in our roles now. We were acting and we were a mother and daughter who were desperate to fuck, “I just have one more question. Did you breastfeed me as a baby?” My mother seemed taken aback.

“You know that I breastfed you honey,” she said, and then realized that I had to ask the question even though I already knew it to be the case. She blushed a little. We sat for a brief moment on the bed and she looked up nervously at the camera. She leaned over and whispered quickly into my ear.

“What do we do next, you said there were instructions,” she said. I looked at her chest.

“I have to suck on your nipples,” I whispered back quickly. She nodded. If we kept talking, we were going to break up the flow of the video and the pornographers might not pay us money. Now was the time to get started. She quickly slid off her sweater and let it fall on the bed. She brushed it off. I leaned in towards her again, “I should take your clothes off. They said it is better if the other person does it,” I explained. She didn’t say anything, but she stopped taking her clothes off. Her breasts looked massive under the tight tank top.

She was sitting with her ankles crossed and her legs bent up under her body. She was smiling uncomfortably at me and her arms were folded in her lap. My heart was pumping quickly and I could feel the adrenaline really starting to mess with my mind. I reached forward furtively and took the bottom of her tank top in my hands. She nervously moved her hands away from her stomach. As I started to pull the tank top up her body, she lifted her arms in the air. I saw her smooth, taut white skin exposed as I rolled up the shirt. Soon the shirt was up over the swell of her breasts, showing a beautiful, lacy black bra. Her large breasts were rising and falling sharply as she breathed in deeply. Then it was up over her head and on the bed. Her hair fell back down over her reddened face, and she looked gorgeous as she shook it out of her eyes.

My hands were trembling as they reached forward. Her bra clasped in the front my fingers inched towards her breastbone. I felt the plastic clasp. My knuckles brushed up against the silk of my mother’s bra and I could feel my hands sink ever so slightly into her soft, firm breasts. I heard her gasp as the contact was made. The clasp came free on the bra. I swung the cups backwards and flipped the straps up over her shoulder. Her breasts jiggled gently against her bodies. Her nipples were hardened in the cool air of her room. I looked up at her face. She was biting her lower lip.

I put my hands down so that one was on each of her hips. I lowered my head. I could smell her perfume and feel the heat from her body as I bent forward. I stopped, just a few short inches from her body. I looked at her large, beautiful breasts, staring into them. They quivered as my mother shook and I felt nervous. But I couldn’t deny that they were beautiful. I leaned forward further and soon her breast covered my entire field of vision. I opened my mouth and found I was shivering for some reason. I felt my mother’s hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me in.

The first thing I noticed was the hard, silkiness of my mother’s nipple as it tripped over my lower lip and slid into my mouth. I heard her breath hiss in. I slid the nipple into my mouth as far as I could, then closed my lips around it. I closed my eyes now. The nipple was hot and hard in my mouth. I stuck my tongue against it and flicked it softly. I heard my mother suck in her breath sharply. The nipple rolled evasively around my tongue. I sucked in gently, creating a vacuum around the nipple, sucking it, not too hard, but not soft either. It occurred to me that I had done this hundreds of times in my life, just not for a very long time.

My mother was gently stroking my hair. I slipped my hands now, so that they wrapped around my mother’s waist. I slipped my arms around her and linked my fingers together. My face was pressed against her breast and I was still sucking her nipple. I felt her breathing quicken and could hear her shallow, halting breath. At the same time, I felt strangely hot. She tasted so good, salty and silky. I liked her heat against me and I liked the feeling of fucking for the first time in forever. It was hot.

“Baby,” My mother whispered into my ear in a husky tone, “rub my other breast. It will play well…I think” she said and then moaned loudly. I didn’t need to be told twice. I slipped my right hand out from behind my mother’s back. My eyes were still closed, but I moved the hand quickly to my mother’s other large, silky breast. I continued to suck her nipple and play with it against my tongue, but my hand cupped her left breast, on the bottom. I massaged it gently, feeling is weight and heat. I squeezed it, felt her reacted against my hand, pushing her chest against me. I moved my thumb and forefinger around her nipple, squeezing it. I continued to rub her breast gently with the palms while I squeezed. My mother was moaning loudly now, and I felt her squirming on the bed, panting. It made me feel sexy.

For a while we just did stayed there. I continued to play with her nipples, my left arm wrapped around her body. She gently stroked my hair and breathed against me. I was shocked to find that this action was making me wet. I wondered if my mother was getting wet as well. I wondered for a moment if it would look sexy on the camera. Then I realized that I had been sucking and stroking my mother for a long time. I opened my eyes and slipped my lips off of my mother’s nipples. I saw her nipple glistening with my spit, a small string of which still attached my lower lip to her breast. I licked my lips, breaking the connection. My mother was still stroking my hair, her face was flushed and she was clearly turned on.

“What now?” She whispered to me.

“You have to lick my nipples,” I told her, remembering the sequence. She nodded her head. I sat down now on the bed, putting my legs up in front of me, “Say something sexy…” I instructed quietly. She paused for a moment, and then spoke.

“Come on baby, you’ve sucked my nipples plenty of times. Now it is my turn,” she said it like she really meant it. She bent over me now. She took the bottom of my nightgown and started to pull it up my legs. I felt the smooth fingernails slide against my skin as she moved up my shins, over my knees, and up my thighs. I lifted my butt off of the bed so that she could take slide it around. I liked the way her hands felt on the outside of my panties. Soon her hands and my nightgown were up over my flat stomach, her knuckles rubbed against my breasts. My arms were in the air and now the shirt came up over my head. I was sitting in my red panties and red bra now. I smiled sexily at my mother and she threw the nightgown on the floor.

She put her arms around me now. She put her head on my shoulder and looked down at the back of my bra. She was fumbling with the clasp, I could see now that her hands were trembling a bit. I didn’t even think, I bent my head down and started to nibble gently on her ear. She squealed audibly and then froze for a moment. Then she seemed to melt against me. It was clear she enjoyed this. It made me ever hotter than before.

I felt the clasp go on my bra and my mother moved away from me, her ear sliding hard between my teeth. She was holding the bra in her hand and she threw it on the floor. My nipples were hard from my arousal and I almost put my hands over them, but I didn’t.

“You are so beautiful, my little girl,” she said.

“Suck my nipples like I sucked on your mommy,” I said and she moved quickly. I don’t know if she just wanted to get it over with or if she was excited to try it, but in a moment her mouth was wrapped around one of my long nipples. Her mouth was warm, wet, and her tongue flicked hard. I felt a chill run through my body and I shook. My mother put her arms around me, hugging me tight. She started to suck on the nipple hard. This was so wrong. It felt so good. I heard myself make a slight noise.

“Oh momma, suck my tit,” I heard myself say. It just came out. I wanted to say it. She kept sucking, but now she started to rub my breast the same way I had rubbed her. I felt her fingers against my nipples; she was rolling it with a bit of strength. I felt her hand sinking into my small breasts. She was rubbing and sucking with a beautiful, sexy rhythm. I couldn’t take it, I squeezed my legs together, feeling the heat between my legs. I wanted to stay there forever, and for a while we almost didn’t move. Just my mother’s hand on my tit and the sound of her lips sucking on my nipples.

“What now,” she said, almost too loud, as my long wet nipple pulled out of her mouth. I looked down at her, her chin against my breast and the nipple hard against her lips. I wanted to touch my pussy so bad. It was such a strange feeling. I felt dirty and wrong, but I was starting to feel too hot to care. I put my hand on my nipple, it was sensitive to the touch. My mother’s beautiful face was looking up at me inquisitively.

“We are supposed to rub each other’s vaginas through our panties,” I said. This was jumping things up a level. My mother unhooked herself from around my waist. I lay on the bed and spread my legs a little, looking into the camera. My mother sat down next to me on the bed. Then she stood up and unzipped her skirt. I wanted to tell her that I was supposed to take off her clothes, but the skirt was on the floor and she was sitting next to me again. It was better not to throw off the flow, now that I thought about it.

My mother sat down next to me again. Now she spread her legs as well, put her right leg over top of my left. The hot weight of her leg pushed down on me. Her skin felt smooth and taut. She looked at me now. I sort of shrugged my shoulders and she knew what I meant. Slowly I moved my hand over her leg, squeezing it as I moved. I was staring at her leg, focusing on it. First I felt just the slightest bit of her panties. Then I felt the softness of her pussy through her panties. It was white hot.

“Oh Jaynie!” my mother said loudly and I looked to see that her eyes were closed and her head was rolled back. It felt good. I felt a wave of pleasure rush over me. This was kind of hot. I slowly started to circle my fingers around her vagina, feeling her lips and clit through the panties. She was breathing quickly now. But suddenly, I felt my own body rocked with pleasure. My mother was now cupping my pussy through my panties. She was gently circling her palm around on my clit. I gasped loudly. I looked over at my mother now, and she was staring into my eyes. We didn’t say anything, but we both sensed something had changed. I still don’t think either one of us really wanted to fuck, but there were no second thoughts anymore. We were going to take this all the way.

For a few minutes we just sat on the bed, rubbing each other through our panties and moaning softly. Then I dropped my head and once again took my mother’s beautiful nipple into my mouth, while we both continued to rub each other’s pussies. My mother’s panties were very wet now and I could feel her heat strongly. She reached her free hand over and started to play with one of my nipples.

Then, for the first time, my mother took the lead. I didn’t have to tell her what was next, she knew. She took both hands and started to tug off my panties. I didn’t resist. In fact, I hopped my butt up so that she could get them off. I wasn’t touching her pussy anymore. She dropped my soaking panties onto the floor.

“Jaynie you are so wet,” she said.

“You did it mom, you make me so wet,” I said, as I spread my legs again. The camera would be able to see my little patch of pubic hair. For a moment my mother just let my spread pussy show to that camera. Then, very slowly, her hand went back to my leg. She inched it forward, walking it up my thigh. Each little touch of her finger made me hotter than before. Then it happened, the slightest tip of finger touched my pussy lip. I shuddered.

“Oh god mom!” I said in complete sincerity. I wasn’t play acting. It was amazing. Then she was slowly moving her fingers over my pussy lips and occasionally flicking my clit.

“Kiss me Jayne,” my mother said. I closed my eyes and leaned into her. My mother’s fingers were dancing over my pussy and now we were kissing deeply. Her tongue probed deeply into my mouth and I felt her hair all over my face. Still her fingers worked me over. Then, in a slow but deliberate motion, she inserted her index finger into my pussy. I felt my entire body shaking. My mother held me close, but she was working my pussy hard, curling her finger inside of my body. She was rubbing my clit with her thumb at the same time. I kissed her harder, feeling our skin stick with the moisture from our sweat. It was so powerful. I could barely hold out of a minute. Soon, my entire body was convulsing as wave after orgasmic wave of pleasure ripped through my body.

“Oh momma, oh momma, fuck me,” I kept saying over, and over again, as my mother continued to fuck me and kiss my neck. After several minutes, the overwhelming feeling started to subside.

“Forget the list, let’s just do what feels right,” I whispered quickly into her ear and she nodded, kissing my neck again. I felt so hot, I wanted her to cum as well, as a reward. Now I quickly worked her out of her panties, throwing them in a damp pile on the floor. I kissed her again.

Then I lay down on my stomach, pulling her legs apart and putting my tits on her thigh. I wanted the camera to see her snatch while I ate it. I was going to eat her pussy. I felt her hand on my hair as I started to move closer. Her smell was so strong there, and it was surprisingly good. I looked at her sweet, tight little pussy. She played gently with my hair, but pushed me gently towards it. She hadn’t had sex in so long, she knew that she was finally going to get it.

I stuck my tongue out tentatively. I pushed forward, unsure of what I was doing. Suddenly, I felt the slightest taste of saltiness and I felt my mother quiver.

“Jaynie, my baby,” she said in a deep, long sigh. I opened my eyes and looked at her pussy again. I gently rubbed my tongue against the ultra-soft skin of her labia. I tasted her wetness. It was at that moment, I remember that my mother had told me that while my younger brother was delivered via a C-section, I had been delivered vaginally. I had come out of this place all those years ago, now I was back. For some reason, this thought really turned me on. I started to lap at my mother’s pussy, tasting her juices and flicking her clit with my tongue.

“Oh fuck Jaynie, you are so sexy,” she said suddenly and this turned me on even more. I felt the hardness of her clit, sucking it into my mouth and rubbing it gently with my tongue and slurping on it. My mother reached underneath of my to rub my tits. While she did this, she started to thrust her hips in towards my face. I was loving it. So was I. It was so good to have the feeling of getting someone off.

I slide my tongue into her pussy on occasion and I could tell that she loved it. For a very long time I just kept working on her pussy. Tasting it and feeling her reactions. Listening to her moan and gasp. The gasping grew more persistent. Her moans became louder. Suddenly, my mother loudly screamed out my name. She came hard, her entire body shaking. She even came a little bit, splashing my mouth and nose with thick, translucent liquid that tasted delicious.

“Oh baby that was wonderful,” she said as I looked up at her from her crotch. She was breathing heavy and her hair was plastered to her face with sweat.

“Do you want to thank me?” I asked. I was going to ask her for something I had always wanted but had been too afraid to ask a boyfriend to do or even to try it myself.

“Sure thing honey,” she said, “what can I do?”

“Will you finger my asshole?” I asked and felt myself blush. I wanted it so bad. I felt my mother recoil a bit, as though she had been hit.

“Do you really want that?” she asked and I was turned on a little by the disgust in her voice. It was like the whole situation, she would do it even if she didn’t want to. And hell, she might like it.

“I need it mommy,” I said, putting on a pouty face.

“I would do anything for my daughter,” she said and kissed my nose. With that I quickly got up on my hands and knees with my ass facing the camera. My mother, still shaking from her orgasm got up and moved around in front of me. I felt her hand on my butt, pulling the cheeks apart and looking at my little pink rosebud. Then she quickly inserted a finger into my mouth.

“Get it wet baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” she explained. Her finger was salty from my pussy and I sucked on it hard, then I covered it in spit and she pulled it out of my mouth. Then next thing I felt was the slightest pressure as the pad of her finger grazed my asshole.

“Oh momma, fuck my asshole,” I said and I heard my mother moan a bit. But then I felt the pressure heighten on my asshole. I felt the finger press against the hole and then suddenly it popped in. The feeling was intense. It hurt a bit, but felt good. She kept pressing, getting the finger deeper and deeper into my body. As she did, it hurt less and felt better and better. I felt her lips as they kissed my ass cheeks. Suddenly, I felt her had against my ass, her finger was all the way inside of my anus. She kept pushing hard, curling her finger inside like she was fingering my pussy. The feeling was intense.

“I have my finger all the way up your ass, sweetie. Is that what you wanted?” she asked and I could tell she liked it more now that she tried it by the way she said it.

“So good,” was all I could manage to say around my moaning and gasping. I was pushing now, shoving my ass back against her finger. She held it still, fucking my asshole with the finger. The pressure was building, the feeling was incredibly intense. I had never experienced anything like it. Suddenly, the world went half blank and I felt the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I fell off of my knees and my mother’s finger popped out of my asshole.

I came to a few moments later. I felt my mother’s tits on my back; she was kissing my neck and rubbing my butt cheeks. She kept asking if I was okay and I assured her that I was. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I was completely outside myself now. Lust had completely taken over me. I needed to do more. I needed the camera to fuck me along with my mother. It felt too good. I had a dirty idea.

“Get on your knees like I did momma,” I said finally, although I was still breathing hard.

“I don’t want my asshole fingered Jaynie,” she said, but I shook my head. She looked so sexy now, I wondered what she was thinking of me.

“I won’t” I said, but didn’t tell her anymore. She nodded her head and was quickly up on her knees, her asshole facing the camera. I got up from the bed now and got on my knees next to her. I started to massage her butt and she moaned gently, she obviously liked it. I spread her butt cheeks open, spreading her wide open for the camera. It looked so pretty. I knew she was going to protest again that she didn’t want to get fingered in the ass so I acted quickly. I bent my head down and looked briefly at her cute, pink asshole. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I needed to do it.

I stuck out my tongue and dove in towards her asshole. I felt her shake before I had the sensation of touching her asshole with my tongue. But then it happened. I felt the salty taste of skin and the crinkled, ridged sensation of her anus. My tongue was hard and it pressed hard against her anus. I loved everything about the way she tasted there. It was almost better than her pussy, because it was wrong. Just like everything else we were doing. It was perfect. I think she felt the same way. She cried out.

“Holy shit!” she said and I felt her knees getting weak. I let my tongue soften now. I kept pulling her cheeks apart with my hands. While I did I lapped at her anus, feeling the ridges move over my tongue. I felt my mother pushing back against me, driving my tongue against my ass. I kept pulling her open, letting her asshole wide open while I tongued it gently for the camera. I looked into the camera lens now.

“Lick my asshole baby, lick your momma’s asshole,” my mother moaned and she wasn’t acting. She needed it. I kept lapping. But she pushed my head in with her hand, driving me deeper into her asshole. I made my tongue rigid again. Now I was shoving it into her asshole, fucking her asshole with my tongue. I felt my tongue penetrating her deeply, felt the metallic taste of her insides. When I pulled the tongue back out it would stay slightly open for a second, and I couldn’t believe how much I liked it. And I moved my finger quickly between my legs. I was toying with my clit now, masturbating. My mother arched her back. I knew she was rubbing her tits and she was moaning.

“JAYNE! Oh fuck your momma, Jayne!” she cried out loudly. I shoved my tongue deep inside of her now, her rectum squeezed my tongue and her taste was intense. Suddenly she was bucking hard and she was gasping for air. I knew that she was coming. It was happening so fast, she didn’t need much ass play to go over. This sort of put me over the edge and before I knew it, I was cumming as well. My body shook and my tongue slipped quickly out of her asshole. I fell over on the bed and she did the same, quivering with pleasure. I can’t even describe what it was like. The orgasm was more intense than anything I have ever felt before. The psychological effect of the strangeness of the day combined with the multiple orgasms broke something loose inside of me. I was just lying on the bed panting. I felt so complete. It was perfect. I was sexually satisfied, the danger to my family had passed, and everything was right, even if it was wrong. Part of me felt so dirty that I couldn’t bear it, but that part was overpowered. It seemed to die inside of me, although I suppose it will always be there.

A few moments later I felt my mother’s arms around me. I felt her nipples on my skin, her breast against me. Then I felt her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues mashed together. Finally I opened my eyes again. I looked into my mother’s eyes and we broke our kiss. She was now just smiling at me. I hugged her closely, entwining us deeper. We kissed quietly and slowly for a long time. We didn’t speak, we just expressed our natural love in a most unnatural way. I wondered if she tasted her pussy and her anus on my tongue. At one point I picked up her finger, tasting my own pussy and anus, and loving it. Then we just lay there for a few minutes, holding each other.

“Go turn off the camera baby,” she whispered. I untangled myself from her legs and body and got up from the bed. My legs still felt weak. I made it to the camera, blew it a kiss and then turned it off. Then I went back to the bed, took my mother in my arms, and gave her another deep kiss. And there we slept.


“Hey mom,” I said about a week later as I walked into her house. She was sitting on the couch, reading a book. she looked up when I came in and gave me a big smile.

“Hey Jaynie, what’s up?” she asked in a cheerful voice, putting the book down next to her on the couch. I sat down on the chair.

“Got another check in the mail,” I said and I handed her the money that she would need for her bills. She took it quietly. We hadn’t spoken about anything since we had awakened in her bed. She had gone to get a shower, I had gone to pick up my child from school, and that was it. Nothing seemed to change. I didn’t see her sexually anymore, she was my mother again. But I saw something flash in her eyes when I handed her the money, like she was reliving the filming for a moment.

“And…” I said.

“What?” she said, sitting on the edge of her seat.

“There was an offer to do another video.”


“A $5,000 raise,” I explained. I looked up at her now. Her face was a blank slate. I smiled at her and we both shrugged.

The End

Young Man for Wife

Young Man for Wife

Due to my frequent travels, my wife and I have an agreement that we are allowed to satisfy our sexual desires as needed. Some call this an open marriage, we didn’t put a name to it but I guess that’s what it was. Angie is a very sexual person and had taken on a couple regular lovers. She was able to satisfy them and still take care of my needs too when I was in town. We always were open about things that would happen but I was caught off guard one morning when Angie told me that her boyfriend had his son with him when she showed up at his apartment one night.

She said at first she was a little ashamed at the way she was dressed (she almost always just wore a night gown or something like that. It was always sexy but not enough to get her arrested for public nudity. She had worn a sheer top baby doll that night with a very small sheer panty and no bra. She said her bf explained to her that his son was going to spend the summer before starting college living with him. He also explained that he thought maybe they could teach the boy some things over the summer.

My wife looked him in the eyes and asked if he was asking what she thought he was asking and he nodded. This set her back a little but she ended up going through with it by having sex with the father in front of the boy and then touching him and eventually with some encouragement she sucked the boys cock until he squirted in her mouth. After squirting he explored my wife’s body while his dad fucked her to his orgasm.

My wife was so turned on by everything and seeing that the boy was still hard she allowed him to move into the position that his father had just vacated. She was surprised that even though this was his virginal fuck, and he was smaller than his mature father, he was very good and provided her a lot of pleasure.

Over the next few weeks Angie ended up making a few extra visits to her bf’s apartment and sometimes only spent time with the boy. She ended up admitting to me that the thought of a younger cock sent her into orbit.

After several months, it was time for college to start and the boy left. The sex between Angie and her bf was never the same and they ended up breaking up. She finally asked me one day if I thought she could find another young boy to have a relationship with. I asked her how young she was thinking and she just said “as young as the law will allow”, with a blush on her face.

We innocently mentioned to one of our married friends who we had swung with a few times about our search and they seemed to get a twinkle in their eyes. Angie was intrigued and asked what was up. The couple said that they had noticed their 18 year old son spending more time in mommy’s room while she was getting dressed/undressed. She didn’t mind as she spent a lot of time nude in the house but she decided to tease him a little to see what he would do. She started by asking him for back or leg rubs while she was nude or nearly nude and had let him watch while she waxed her bikini line. She said there was almost drool hanging out of his mouth and even though her husband had said it would be okay for her to fuck him, she just couldn’t bring herself to go that far. She asked Angie if she was interested and Angie almost orgasm on the spot. Danny’s mom mentioned that his birthday was in about 3 months and maybe it would be nice to take his virginity on his 19th birthday.

Angie was never so turned on and she attacked me that night but after we were done she asked me if I would mind if she didn’t have vaginal intercourse with me until after she had been with Danny. I really enjoy oral so I told her as long as she still took care of my needs, I didn’t have a problem with it since she was trying to make sure her pussy would be nice and tight for the boy.

Angie did all kinds of vaginal exercises over the next three months and I was not allowed to do anything more than slide my cock over her clit when we were feeling horny. It’s really amazing how much sex a couple can have without having intercourse! Once a month Angie would ask me to check her pussy for her to see how tight it was. I was only allowed to use my pinky finger to slide into her and then she would flex her vaginal muscles around it. This turned me on immensely but it was not being done for me. This was all for Danny.

Danny’s parents had been getting him a little more ready for this day by having him help groom his mother’s pubic hair and helping give her baths and by letting him watch them have sex. They pulled out their blue movies and left them out to watch any time he wanted to. His mother turned into a nudist in the home too. As soon as they would walk through the door, she would ask Danny to help her get undressed. Once in a moment of weakness, Danny’s mom let him finger her to orgasm while undressing her at the door. It became a regular thing for him to dip his finger in her honey pot or tweak a nipple while passing her. Both she and Danny’s father loved it as it kept her in a constant state of arousal and resulted in a lot of sex between them.

Finally the big day arrived. Danny’s parents had promised him a new bed for his birthday since he was getting older so they had purchased a large bed and had it assembled in his room while he was gone. Angie was to be laid out on the bed totally nude with a big ribbon and bow draped across her and the bed. Angie wanted to look as young as possible for Danny so she had me wax her entire body and then she wore no makeup.

After lunch and the birthday cake, Danny’s parents escorted him to his room to see his new bed. He knew this was going to be his present but he didn’t know about Angie who was laid out on his bed with rose petals sprinkled all around her.

Danny was surprised to say the least and just stared at Angie for a couple minutes before his mom said, “Angie is part of your birthday present. She comes with the bed.”

The poor boy didn’t know what to do, he felt funny about giving his mom & dad a hug while sporting the boner he had but he didn’t want to just jump Angie right there in front of them either. Finally Danny’s mom & dad told him to enjoy himself and gave him hugs and kisses and left the room. They would be back to check in on him but they left him alone to do what he needed to do alone with Angie.

Angie said that since Danny had watched his mom and dad make love many times, he was not clueless. She said she told him to get undressed and join her on the bed. They started making out and touching and he ended up being very good with foreplay and helped her get over being so nervous. She had been so nervous that she wasn’t wet but he warmed her up quickly and she was more than ready for his virgin penis. He played with and kissed/touched every part of her body and she his.

Finally it was time and she asked him if his mom & dad could witness the act. He agreed and called them into the room. They came in and Danny’s mom asked him if she could help him put his cock into Angie. He said he thought that would be okay so she got in place behind him and took hold of his ample sized male member in her small hand. She stroked him a couple times before getting him in position. Angie held her pussy lips open and Danny’s dad was up close with the video camera. His mom asked Angie if she was ready and if this is what she wanted and Angie told her yes. She then asked Danny if this is what he wanted and if he was ready and Danny said yes. With that Danny’s mother placed his cock at the opening of Angie’s cunt and gave him a gentle push from behind.

Remember, Angie had not had vaginal intercourse for 3 months at this point and had been doing exercises to make her vagina smaller/tighter. Danny was larger than anticipated so he did not just slide in. It was almost like he was getting Angie’s virginity too. He (and his mom) had to push a little harder to get his pole in her. This took a few minutes of pushing and pulling back and pushing again but finally he was all the way inside her. Danny’s mom was too turned on to just step back so she was using her hands all around the two lovers where they were united into one touching both of them until she felt them start to tense up. Danny’s movements became ragged so his mom started gently rubbing Angie’s clit to make sure both of them came together, which they did… loudly!

After a short rest Angie suggested a short 69 to clean each other up and get ready for the next round. Danny’s mom excused herself to get them juice and snacks to keep their energy going because she knew they would have a long night ahead of them.

Danny’s dad was sure to document everything that went on that night (so I could see later) and his mom got involved a couple times too by helping clean them both. At one point when Angie was so exhausted, Danny’s mom asked if she would mind if she took her place for a few minutes. Angie had no problem with that so the hot momma got on her back and beckoned her son to mount her.

The only thing that would have made this hotter would have been if Danny’s mom had taken his virginity but just being involved with his virgin night was enough for everybody.

Angie moved in with them for the summer so Danny could use her every night. I was eventually allowed to come watch once in a while and after a while a schedule was set up where Danny’s mom would spend the night in his bed to take care of him and his needs so Angie could come spend the night with me and take care of my needs. Between Danny, his father and me, Danny was the only one that never went without a woman in his bed with him. His dad and I were cut down to once or twice a week so the girls could take a break once in a while too.

Angie is now asking about letting Danny get her pregnant but that is another story.

قصتى مع اجمل جارة حقيقة لا خيال

بدايه اعتذر بشده لاى خطا باسلوب الكتابه وذلك لانى اول مره اخرج مابصدرى واتمنى من كل قلبى ان اجد الردود اللتى قد تريحنى
انا شاب فى الخامسه والثلاثين من عمرى متزوج ولى من الاولاد اثنان بدات قصتى فى سن صغير جدا حيث كانت شهوتى دائما مشتعله ولم اراها حتى اليوم هادئه ولو لمره واحده زوجتى بنت الثلاثون عاما لم تستطع ان تشعر بى او باحتيا جاتى فاضررت ان انظر وابحث عن غيرها من الجيرلن او الاصدقاء واليكم احدى قصصى
انا سكن بقريه صغيره فى شارع عرضه واحد متر ونصف ولنا جاره جميله جدا لا يتعدى عمرها الثلاثون عاما امامنا مباشرتا ولضيق الشارع وقرب البلكونات من بعضها فنحن نسلم على بعض ونتبادل الادوات المنزليه من البلكونات بشكل سهل وسلس هى صديقه حميمه لزوجتى
ولانى متعطش دائما للجنس فكنت انظر اليها بشكل دائم نظرات مليئه بلشهوه والسكس وكانت تلاحظ ذلك فقررت ان احاول الاقتراب منها خاصه انها امراه جريئه تحب الحوارات مع الرجال
فوقفت ذات يوم فى البلكونه وكنت اعلم انها بتغسل فوقفت حتى خرجت لنشر الملابس وبدات الحديث معها وسالتها عن زوجها وايه اخباره وهذه الامور المعتاده وفى نفس الوقت عيناى لاتفارق صدرها ولو للحظه وكانت تلاحظ ذلك وبدات بلهزار معها عن بعض المناظر اللتى حدثت بلامس فى فيلم السهره وركزت على المشاهد الجنسيه اللتى بلفيلم ولاحظت احمرار فى وجهها من ذكرى لهذه اللقطات
فسالتها بسرع ممكن اسالك سوال محرج فقالت ماذا فقلت ماذا تحبين اكثر المششاهد الدراميه ام المشاهد الرومانسيه فصمتت بابتسامه رقيقه احيت فى شهوه عارمه ودخلت بسرع لاحضار باقى الغسيل وغابت اكثر من خمسه عشر دقيقه لتخرج ثانيه اجمل من المره السابقه ونظرت لها فاذا هى انسانه اخرى ولم اصدق عينى فقد خلعت الايشارب اللتى كانت ترتديه وقد مشطط شعرها وفتحت ازرار صدرها لارى ثلث صدرها وهى واقفه امامى ولم اتكلم بكلمه واحه لشده جمالها وهول الموقف وعندما اخذت اول قطعه غسيل لتقوم بنشرها ومالت على البلكون فنفجر صدرها امامها ولم احتمل هذا المنظر السكسى وعرفت وقتها انا تقول بصوت عالى تكلم وقل كل ما عندك
فقلت لها لماذا لم تجاوبينى على سوالى فقالت وما هو قلت ماذا تحبين اللقطات الرومانسيه ام غير ذلك فقالت عيب كده انا مش بحب الكلام ده فقلت وماذا قلت من عيب هما البشر مش عيشتهم فى الاصل تتحلى بلرومانسيه وانا شخصيا احب الرومانسيه بشكل عالى جدا وهنا خرج ابنها الصغير فحملته وبدات تلاعبه وهنا ايضا سنحت لى الفرصه حتى اتغزل فى ابنها وطبعا انتم فاهمين فقلت له ازيك يا حماده عامل ايه انت عمال تحلو يوم عن تانى فضحكت جارتى ضحكه خفيفه فسلتها ممكن طلب فقالت نع فقلت ممكن بوسه وسكت قليلا ثم قلت من خد محمد فصمتت مده ويكاد الدم ينفجر من خديها وضحكت ثم دخلت
وهنا ادركت انها متجاوبه معى وكانت جارتى هذه متعوده لزياره زوجتى مره او اثنان فى الاسبوع للافطار معا وفى يوم من الايام وقفت فى البلكون فخرجت بابتسامه جميله لم اعهدها من قبل وقالت لى اين زوجتك قلت لها نائمه وحينها زوجتى لم تكن بلمنزل اصلا فقالت لى كيف كنا متفقين اننا هنفطر سوا اليوم
قلت ليه تعالى صحيها بنفسك لانى خارج دلوقتى فلبت النداء
وطلعت عندى فعلا وكاد قلبى يرقص من الفرحه وقابلتها على باب الشقه مبتسما وسلمت عليه ولم اترك يدها الا وهى مرتعشه ساخنه جدا وقلت لها انا سعيد جدا لانى اراكى مبتسمه اليوم فرحينى فى حاجه فقالت لا ابدا فقلت لها على فكره انت جميله جدا فابتسمت وقالت مراتك اجمل فقلت بل انتى واقتربت منها بجراه غير عاديه وقلت لها اريد ان اخبرك عن سر فقالت وهى تتنفس بسرعه غير عاديه وما هو فقلت شرط انك متزعليش منى وتوعدينى قبل ما تكلم
فقالت وعد
فقلت لها زوجتى ليست هنا قلت لكى ذلك لمجرد انى ارغب برؤيتك عن قرب
فانا احلم بكى يوميا ولا استطيع النوم يوميا الا بعد التفكير فيكى وانا اقول كلماتى هذه فوجئت بها تغمض عينيها وتذهب لعالم اخر فوضعت يدى على كتفيها لاتلمسه برفق ونعومه واقتربت اكثر واكثر لالتهم اجمل واحلى شفاه قد تمنيتها طوال فتره كبيره وقد بادلتنى هذه القبله الحارقه اللتى جعلت من زبى وحش لا احد يستطيع الوقوف امامه فاخذ تها بين زراعى بقوه ونهم واخذت اقبلها فى فمها ورقبتها وهى تكاد ان تنهار امامى ودفعتها للداخل وقمت بادارتها لارى مؤخرتا الجميله وحضنتها من خلفها ثم قمت بنزع جلبابها لاجد قميص نوم جميل جدا ورايتها تنظر لزبى بشده فاجلستها امامه حتى ترينى مدى كفائتا فى المص واللحس فامطرتنى باجمل اللمسات اللتى لم اشعر بها فى حياتى كلها و فازحتها على السرير وقمت بلعق اجمل كس واحلى صدر واخير اطفات نار شهوتى بادخال زبى بها واخذت ادخل واخرج زبى لاكثر من ثلثى ساعه متتاليه وانا غير مصدق لما يحدث وةمن هذ اليوم وانا وهى اجمل حبيبن على وجه الارض اصدقائى اتمن ان تعطونى رايكم بقصتى المتواضعه هذه ويا ترى اسلوبى عامل ايه لو حسيت ان فى ردود عجبتنى اوعدكم انى هطلع ليكم كل اسرارى اللى انا حاسس انى مش عارف اشيلها لوحدى والف سلم على عيونكم

ناكنى دكتور الأسنان

أنا أمرأة في العقد الرابع من عمري متزوجة وعندي أبن وبنت وزوجي يعمل بالتجارة ودائم الانشغال فهو يحب المال كثيرا” ودائما يقول أن ماجاء بالتعب لايستمر الا بالتعب وهذا ماجعله كثير المشاغل للمحافظة على الثروة التي جمعها وزيادتها .. أما أنا فكان لدي الوقت الكثير والفراغ القاتل فكنت كثيرة التنقل والزيارات لصديقاتي ولكني لم أكن مقصرة بحق بيتي فهو دائم النظافة والترتيب .. في أحدى الامسيات التي جمعتني من صديقاتي شعرت بألم فظيع في أسناني ومن شدته بكيت وأخذت العديد من المسكنات ولم أنم من آلالامه حتى الصباح حيث ذهبت أبحث عن عيادة أحد أطباء الاسنان ووجدت أحداها ففرحت ودخلت فأستقبلتني السكرتيرة بأبتسامة حلوة وجلست بأنتظار دوري فقد كانت العيادة شبه خاليه وفعلا دخلت الى طبيب الاسنان فوجدته شابا” لطيفا” جميل المظهر يرتدي صدريته التي تضفي عليه شكلا” أجمل فسلمت عليه وأنا أشكي له من الآلم فأجلسني على كرسي الفحص وبدأ يدقق في أسناني وكان عطره مميزا ونفاذا” جدا وبعد الفحص أخبرني بوجود أثنان من أسناني تحتاج الى المعالجة وأتهمني بالتباطيء في علاجها لأن أحدهم يستدعي أكثر من جلسة علاج فأخبرته بأن هذه هي المرة الاولى التي أشكو منها وأنني ملتزمة جدا بنظافتها الدائمة فقال هذا واضح من بياضها الناصع ولكن هذا لايمنع من المتابعة والفحص الدائم لانه يحمي الاسنان وأستمر بكلام فيه النصائح الكثيرة كل هذا فيما كان هو منشغلا بمعالجة أسناني وأنا صامته مفتوحة الفم وكنت أراقبه بعيني وأفحص تعابير وجهة وخمنت أن عمره لايتجاوز الثلاثون كما أني لم ألاحظ بيده أي خاتم يدل على زواجه أو خطوبته المهم بعد أن أكمل العلاج جلس خلف منضدته يكتب على الورق وطلب مني النهوض فنهضت من كرسي الفحص وجلست أمامه فأعطاني الوصفة الطبية وطلب مني الالتزام بالمواعيد المثبتة فيها لأكمال علاجي وشكرته على خفة يده في العلاج وعدت الى داري .. وفي الموعد التالي تأنقت بشكل أكثر من الاعتيادي وذهبت الى العيادة ووصلت متأخرة كثيرا حيث أن الطريق كان مزدحما لان الساعة قد قاربت على أنتصاف النهار فقالت لي السكرتيرة بأنني متأخرة وقد لاأتمكن من أخذ العلاج اليوم لأن موعدي قد مضى ويحتمل أن يغادر الطبيب العيادة فقد أقترب موعد الاغلاق ورجوتها كثيرا” وخلال الحديث خرج أحد المرضى من غرفة الفحص وخلفه الطبيب يحمل حقيبته ومتأنقا فبادرته السكرتيرة بأنني قد حضرت توا” فبادرني بالسلام قائلآ بأبتسامة لطيفة يظهر أن أسنانك المسكينة ليست هي الوحيدة المنسية بل أن مواعيدك أيضا مشمولة بذلك فأعتذرت وتذرعت بالزحمة فقال لسكرتيرته أذهبي فلا أريدك أن تتأخري عن ألتزاماتك العائليه وسأبقى لحين أنهاء معالجة السيدة فليس لدي أي التزام ؟ فودعتنا السكرتيرة وخرجت بعد أن أغلقت خلفها الباب حتى لايدخل أي مريض أخر يتصور أن العيادة لاتزال مفتوحة فقال تفضلي ياسيدتي فأعتذرت مرة أخرى عن التأخير الذي تسببت فيه فقال لاداعي فليس لدي زوجة أو خطيبة تحاسبني فسألته أن كان لايوجد أحراج لماذا ؟ فقال وهو منشغل بعلاجي أنه في الثامنة والعشرون من عمره وهو لايزال في بداية حياته المهنية ولايزال الطريق أمامه طويلا لتكوين نفسه وليس قبل خمسة سنوات قادمة حتى يتمكن من شراء شقة تمليك وتأثيثها وعند ذلك سيفكر بالزواج وخلال العلاج كنت ألاحظ بأنه يسترق النظرات نحو أعلى صدري فقد كنت أرتدي قميصا ذو فتحة واسعة نسبيا ولأنني كنت على كرسي الفحص فقد كان صدري واضحا” أكثر ولاحظت أيضا بأنه يتباطيء في العلاج حتى يستزيد من النظر وكان هذا مبهجا لي فهو يشعرني بأنني لازلت جميلة وبعد قليل قال لي أن علي الانتظار قليلا ليجف السن تحضيرا”لغرض أستكمال المرحلة التالية من العلاج وأستطيع النهوض والجلوس على الكنبة والتكلم براحتي حتى ذلك الوقت ففعلت وسألني عن حياتي وأولادي وأعمارهم وسألته عن حياته وطموحه وكان يجلس على كرسي أمام الكنبة التي أجلس عليها وقال لي أنني مازلت شابة وعلي الاهتمام بأسناني فقلت له أبدا فأنا قد قاربت على الخامسة والاربعون فقال هذا أحلى عمر للمرأة وقمة النضوج وهنيئا لزوجك فضحكت وقلت في نفسي (تعال يازوجي المشغول دائما وأسمع الكلام الجميل) وسألني فيما أذا بدأ أحس بألم فأجبته قليلا فنهض من على كرسيه وطلب فتح فمي ففعلت فمد يده يتحسس مكان السن ويسألني أن كنت أشعر بوخزة يده على اللثة فأجبته بالايجاب فقال هذا يعني أن العجينة لم تجف بعد ومد يده مرة أخرى نحو اللثة يتحسسها فيما كنت قد أنتعشت بقرب رأسه من وجهي وكنت أستنشق عبق عطره الطيب وأغمضت عيني وهو يتحسس اللثة ولم أشعر إلا وشفتيه تسبحان على خدي فأرتعشت وأرخيت جسدي فنزل بشفتيه على شفتاي يمصهما ويلحسهما بأطراف لسانه وشعرت بقشعريرة تسري في أوصالي فقد كنت قد قاربت على نسيان هذه الحركات الرومانسية المخدرة للآعصاب فزاد من مص شفتاي وزادت رعشتي فمددت يدي أحتضن رأسه وبدأت أمص لسانه الذي دفعه داخل فمي وبدأ يتجول بيده على نهداي من خارج القميص وهذا مازادني أرتعاشا وقد أنتبه هو لذلك وعرف أنه أمام أنثى عطشانة قد بدأ الجفاف يدب في داخلها ففتح أزرار القميص وأخرج نهداي من الستيان وأخذ يمص حلماتهما بالتعاقب بين النهد الايمن والايسر فكان يترك أحدهما ويتجه بلسانه وهو ملتصقا بجسدي نحو النهد الاخر ويمص الحلمة الاخرى فكان جسدي يرتعش أكثر لأن حلمة النهد التالي تعرف أن لسانه سيصل اليها ليمتص رحيقها ويعود مرة اخرى الى النهد الاول وهكذا عدة مرات ولم أشعر إلا وأصابعه تداعب بظري من خلف كيلوتي بعد أن تسللت تحت تنورتي في نفس الوقت الذي كان لسانه يمص حلمتاي فبدأت أتأأأأأوه بصوت عالي آآآآآآآه آآآآوي آآآآآآي ي ي آآآي أأأأيه أأأووووووووه ه ه ه أأأأأأأخخخ خ أأأأأي ي ي ي ي أأأأوه وبدأت أنفخ فقد بدأ جسدي يتململ ولم أعد أطيق الصبر فمددت يدي نحو قضيبه الذي كان يكاد أن يشق مكمنه وفتحت حزام بنطاله وأنزلته سوية” مع الكيلوت وقبضت عليه براحة يدي وكأنني أخاف أن يهرب مني وأحسست بضخامته فقد ملأ راحة يدي ولم تصل أصابع يدي (الاوسط والابهام ببعضهما )وهي قابضة عليه لقد كان متينا جدا أما طوله فلو كان لدي ماأقيسه به لوصل الى أكثر من 20 سنتمترا تقريبا ومن كثرة مداعبتي لقضيبه لم يحتمل فأنزل ملابسه ونزع صدريته وقميصه فيما كنت قد نزعت قميصي وتنورتي وأنزلت كيلوتي الى نهاية قدمي فمد يده ليزيحه عن القدم ورماه على الكنبة بنفس الوقت الذي دخل فيه بجسده بين فخذاي فأطبقت ساقاي عليه وأمسكت برأسه بكلتا يداي وبدأت أمص شفتيه بنهم فمد يده ليباعد ساقاي المطبقتان عليه بقوة وأخذ يفرش قضيبه بين شفري كسي فأزددت صراخا أأأأأأأأأووووووه أأأأأييييه أأأيه أأأأأأووووووووي آآآآآآه آآه آآآآآآآآآه ودفع بقضيبه ببطء ليتوغل في قعر كسي مخترقا مهبلي الذي أحسست به يتوسع أمام كبر قضيبه وبدأ بنيكي ببطء وزاد من سرعته فيما كنت قد فقدت السيطرة على نفسي فبدأت أدفع بجسدي نحو جسده بحركة متناغمة مع حركات قضيبه الداخل الخارج بسرعة فكان هو ينيكني من فوق جسدي وأنا أنيكه من تحت جسده فهو يدفع ويسحب قضيبه وأنا أدفع وأسحب كسي عكس حركاته مع تعالي آهاااااااااتي ي ي وصياحي أأأيه أكثرررر أأأوي ي نعم أريده آآآآه كله آآ ه ه أأأأي ولم أكتفي بذلك بل وضعت يداي على جانبيه وأخذت أسحبه وأدفعه أسرع فقد كان لاحتكاك قضيبه في كسي ماأفقدني رشدي ونسيت نفسي إلا قضيبه الداخل في كسي وسمعته يقول سأقذف فصحت به أأأأأأيه أأأأأقذف جوه أأأي آآآآآى آآآآآآه ه ه فكرر كلمته وكأنه يود أن يتأكد مما سمع وقال سأقذف فسحبته من جانبيه وأنا أصيح أأأأيه أأأقذف في كسي أأقذذذف جوه آآآآآي أأأأيه أأأأوي أأأأوووووه وبدأ يقذف وشعرت بدفقات منيه تحرقني من شدة حرارتها فقد كانت كالبركان عندما ينفجر فأمسكته من جانبيه وأطبقت جسده على جسدي وطوقته بيداي الاثنتين من على فردتي طيزه وسحبته نحو بطني لأمنعه من الحركة فقد كنت أريد منيه في أعماق رحمي لأن لذة منيه وهو يتدفق في أعماق كسي لايظاهيها شيء بنشوتها وكانت تأوهاتي عالية آآآآآه آآآآآه ه أأأوي أأأوه أأأي أأأيه آآه ه آآآآآه آآآآآآي أأأأأأيييي أكثررر أأأووووف ف أأأوي اااااي ي ي آآآآآآه ه ه ه ه أأأي ي ي ي أأي آآآآه ه آآآه حتى خلت أن جميع من في خارج العيادة قد سمعوها فقد أحسست بأن كمية منيه غير أعتيادية ولاأدري هل لأنني لم أتناك من زوجي منذ مدة طويلة ؟ أم أن كمية منيه كانت كثيرة وبعد أن أفرغ أخر قطرة منيي في كسي أرخى جسده على جسدي فيما كان قضيبه لايزال في داخل كسي فأطبقت على جسده بساقاي وسحبته نحوي بكل ماتبقى لي من قوة فقد خدرت جميع أوصالي وشعرت بخصيتيه تحتكان بالشفرين وقلت له لن أدعك تفلت حتى تملأ كسي منيا” فتبسم وقال لي حقيقة أنك ناضجة وجائعة وعطشانه ولذيذة و .. فوضعت يدي على فمه ولم أدعه يكمل كلامه وقلت له دعك من كل هذا وهيا لاتترك لحظة من الوقت تمر فأنا أريدك أن تروي عطشي وبدأت أتلوى تحته لأحفز قضيبه على بدأ جولة أخرى من النيك اللذيذ فقد أشتقت الى تدفق منيه في أعماق رحمي مرة أخرى وفعلآ” بدأ ينيكني ولكن هذه المرة كانت بقوة أكثر وتأ خر كثيرا حتى قذف ثانية في كسي وقد كانت كمية المنيي وكما شعرت بها سابقا أكثر من المعتاد وقد لاحظت ذلك عندما نهضت ومسحت كسي بالمناديل وبعد أن أرتديت ملابسي أخبرني بأنه سيبقى قليلا في العيادة ليعيد ترتيب وضعه ثم يخرج من بعدي فودعته بقبلة دافئة طويلة على أمل أن نلتقي ثانية في اليوم التالي ولكن هذه المرة سيكون اللقاء بشقته التي يسكن فيها وعلى سرير نومه .. وعندما كنت أنزل سلم العمارة التي فيها العيادة كنت أحس بمنيه ينساب خارجا من بين شفري كسي ليملأ كيلوتي ويلتصق به وما أن وصلت الى سيارتي وجلست خلف المقود حتى كان كيلوتي قد غرق بالمنيي فأخذت عدة مناديل ورقية من العلبه وطويتها لتكون أكثر سمكا” ومددت يدي من تحت تنورتي وأزحت حافة الكيلوت ووضعت المناديل على شفري كسي وعندما سحبت يدي لاحظتها غارقة بالمنيي فقربت يدي من أنفي أستنشق عبير منيه ورائحته المميزة فهاجني ذلك وبقيت دقائق قليلة أستنشق بقوة وأحسست بكسي يدق بنبضات تشبه نبضات القلب .. نعم أن كسي ينبض بالشهوة فترجلت من السيارة ورجعت عائدة الى العيادة وطرقت الباب وأنتظرت قليلا حتى فتحها وكان على وشك أكمال أرتداء ملابسه فتفاجيء عندما رآني فأرتميت عليه وأغلقت الباب خلفي وأنا أحتضنه وأتجه به الى الكنبة ثانية وأنا أردد لقد أشعلت بجسدي نار ولابد أن تطفئها فأبتسم وقال سأمزق كسك هذه المرة لأنها الثالثة فقلت له بغنج أتحداك .. وعندما وصلنا الى الكنبة كنت قد نزعت قميصي وستياني وأكملت نزع ملابسي بسرعة لأنني كنت ملهوفة على نيكة أخرى تطفيء نار شهوتي التي أنقذتني بقوة وطفت لي نار كسي ..