My wife and I had been married 25 years when our youngest child left home for college, leaving us with the dreaded “empty nest.”
Our marriage relationship had had its ups and downs emotionally over the years like most couples’, but our sexual relationship had never suffered – we enjoyed pleasing each other, though she was more conservative than I have always wished, being unwilling to bring me to an orgasm during blow jobs, and refusing anal intercourse, although she did allow an occasional anal finger job, and even once or twice a butt plug or small vibrator.
To offset any possible mid-life crises, we decided to try social nudity as a way to introduce something new to our relationship that hopefully would offset any insecurities of growing older and seeing our children leave home.
Denise, my petite 5’1″ wife, was no longer the thin, pale college girl with perky A cups that I had fallen in love with, but was still very attractive, and even more appealing after two children and 25 years, with a full, but still shapely figure, and 36B breasts that begged to be handled and sucked.
Over the years she had grown to appreciate my voyeuristic instincts, and would occasionally agree to go out to eat braless in a see-thru blouse and short skirt, or with several buttons undone allowing a good view of her beautiful breasts for alert voyeurs. She had even done some flashing, and had posed nude for me for years, with both of us knowing that some guy in the photo developing studio was getting to see more of her than anyone but me.
We began to visit Haulover Beach in Miami, a totally-nude beach that was always a thrill for us whenever we went. We also joined a nudist club farther north on the coast and frequented it two or three weekends a month, enjoying the freedom of totally nudity – and the thrill of seeing and being seen by other equally free-thinking persons.
At the same time Denise changed careers, moving to a field that requires long hours in close proximity of body and soul, and which is notorious for broken marriages and relationships.
I have always – like most men – had the hidden fantasy of seeing my wife have sex with another man, but did not want to lose this wonderful lady to someone who simply wanted to get in her pants regularly.
One evening, after making love and while we were sitting naked in the back yard looking at the stars, I decided to broach the subject of extramarital sex – partly to protect our relationship from any potential damage, and also to verbalize my fantasy in hopes she may pick up on it.
“I know in this new job that you are going to be working closely with some neat guys, and under stressful situations,” I began. “If the time ever came that you and one of the guys became really attracted to each other, I would understand, and would not stand in your way if you wanted to fulfill each other’s desires – as long as you let me know about in and didn’t try to hide it from me.”
She looked at me evenly, wondering with her eyes why I had brought up such a thought.
“And you don’t think that would come between us and ruin our marriage?” she asked, almost incredulously.
“To the contrary, I think it might save our marriage,” I responded, telling her of a conversation I had with a friend whose wife had made a similar career change and saw his marriage end with divorce. “If I know that you love me more than anyone else, and that you are not keeping any secrets from me and shutting me out of part of your life, I think I could live with you having occasional sex with someone you had grown to care about.”
She looked away at the stars for a while, and I thought I had offended her; but when she turned back to me it was with an impish smile on her face.
“And I suppose you would want to come along and watch everything that happens, huh?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, she knew me so well.
“No, that wouldn’t be necessary, and I wouldn’t even want a blow-by-blow account, pardon the pun, but I would want to know how far you go with another guy so there would be no future surprises and I would not have to fear the unknown in our relationship.”
She shook her head in astonishment and snuggled up close to me, kissing me softly on the mouth.
“There is no one I work with that even starts to turn me on,” she said softly. “There is no one there that compares with you, or that I would ever let come between me and you. You have nothing to fear.”
A couple of months later, while we were sitting on the couch sniffling over a movie about lost love and broken vows, I reminded her that we should never let our relationship be damaged just because of a sexual fling or temporary release to animal lust.
“Are you having an affair I don’t know about,” she asked teasingly, knowing full well what I meant.
“No,” I said, “I am totally fulfilled, but I am not in a situation that might prompt closeness with another co-worker, or camaraderie that might accidentally evolve into a sexual situation. I just want you to know that if you are always open and honest with me that you have total freedom to do with your body whatever you want.”
She looked deep in my eyes, looking for any hidden motive or guilt.
“Do you want me to have sex with another man?” she asked. “Is that what all this talk is about?”
“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. “I am just not sure about your career change and don’t want to lose you the way Fred lost his wife. Though, I have to admit, I am like a lot of other guys in that I fantasize every now and then of watching you give in to another guy’s request and give him what he wants. I even fantasize about you initiating it with some guy that really impresses you.”
“Are you so sure other guys fantasize about the same things you do?” she asked quizzically.
“Absolutely, if you read the stuff in the magazines and on the internet,” I said.
She was quiet then, leaning into me for warmth as I put my arm around her and hugged her to me. After a while she broke the silence again, surprising me by keeping on the same subject.
“I promise you this,” she said seriously, turning to face me and looking me in the eye. “If I ever let another man so much as touch me, it will only be with you present, or with your prior approval. I don’t think I will ever want to, but I have fantasies of my own from time to time – not like yours, more romantic and less sexual. It would have to be someone like you who is gentle and loving, and caring how I feel – and I don’t work with people like that. Every man I work with is aggressive and demanding. Does that put your mind at ease?” she asked, watching my face for response.
I nodded, showing the relief on my face that I felt in my heart. I loved this woman and never wanted there to be a chance of losing her.
We cuddled again for a while on the couch and then went to the bedroom and had wonderful sex. I don’t know if any fantasies crossed her mind as we made passionate love, but once or twice I looked down at her underneath me, giving herself to me without reservation, and wondered what it would be like to see her doing the same thing with someone else, some faceless man who would gently stroke her and give her butterfly kisses as he moved in and out of her body.
We continued to visit the nude beach occasionally, and she always allowed me to control the situation. Once we let a passerby stop and sit by us as I rubbed oil into her body – every inch of her body. The man was almost salivating by the time I had ended, and asked if she would put some oil on him. Wrong thing to say – we sent him packing.
Another time a couple settled down just a few yards in front of us and the man lay on his stomach looking right up between my wife’s legs as she lay reading. After shooting me a questioning glance and getting my approval, she carefully opened up entirely, allowing the poor fellow to see everything he wanted for an hour or more.
At the nudist park, we regularly sat around the hot tub in the evening carrying on conversations with the park regulars, or any visitor who may have stopped by for a day or two. Denise knew that I liked her to get up and sit on the side occasionally, “cooling off” in her terms, but innocently letting the men across from us clearly see all that there was to see of her beautiful body.
Once she surprised me with a special gift. The four-head shower stall was on the back side of the pool house, facing the hot tub. One evening a young man staying at the park stepped into the stall for his evening shower.
Denise, who always brings her soap and shampoo for a shower before we leave for the camping trailer, suddenly stood up, gathered up her toiletries and stepped into the stall with the young man.
He was using one of the two inside shower heads, and she stepped to the other one, almost brushing shoulders with him as she did.
“Be careful, I’m turning on the hot,” she said.
He looked at her slightly confused for a second, and then nodded his head and stepped back so as not to get hit with freezing cold water.
Denise adjusted her shower and then stepped into it.
“It’s okay, now,” she said, and the young many stepped back under his shower stream, facing her as he did.
The two carried on a lively conversation as they bathed, with Denise first washing her hair and then carefully washing her entire body as the young man tried not to stare. She even bent over and spread her vaginal lips, washing them as she knows I love to watch her do, but acting as if nothing unusual was going on.
When the two shower heads quit flowing, the two stood toweling off and talking for a few minutes before the man said his farewell and left. Denise returned to the dark hot tub with a smile on her face and sat down next to me, running her hand down my thigh to measure my hard-on.
“I see you enjoyed that little performance,” she said slyly.
“And I think someone else did, too,” I responded, chuckling softly. “You are one awesome woman, Girl. The only thing that would have made that better would be if I had a video camera. But, never mind, I have it all memorized, I think.”
We laughed together at her forwardness, and made fantastic love that evening.
“Would you have made it with that guy last night,” I asked the next morning.
She shook her head and placed her hands on her pretty naked hips.
“Are you still on that kick?” she asked.
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
“Well, I might have considered it, if he had offered,” she admitted. “I guess you could tell I was really turned on by being so close to him, even brushing against him once or twice. And, he was kinda shy, and I like shy guys – they are more gentle.”
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and then leaned back, stretching luxuriously, letting me feast my eyes on her whole body.
“Did you want me to?” she asked. “Or would you have liked me to do something like offering to wash him and let him wash me?”
I leaned over and ran my hand over her body, stopping at her vagina, feeling the heat and getting warm wetness on my probing finger.
“I don’t know whether I wanted you to,” I said, finally, “cause I was really enjoying myself with just what you were doing. But, I can tell you this, I sure wouldn’t have stopped you!”
“Well, maybe someday the right situation will come up and we will see if you change your mind on all of this,” she said mischievously as we dressed to leave the park and return to our normal routine of life.
Toward the end of the summer we were sitting near the pool in the nudist park shortly after noon on a Friday, trying to keep away from the strollers and gawkers, and the aggressive swingers looking for willing partners for the evening.
A lively volleyball game was going on behind us, and two rows of lounge chairs were nearly filled around the pool in front of us.
A couple, somewhat younger than us, maybe in their mid-thirties, strolled up to the pool hand-in-hand. He was about 5’10” tall, with a fairly strong build, flat stomach closely cropped hair, and a medium-sized, but fairly-thick penis. I took him to be either a high school coach or in some area of law enforcement.
His wife was a petite brunette, maybe 5’3″, with a slim waist, and perfectly-formed A cups which had clearly never hung from her chest filled with milk. She clutched her towel in front of her to hide her pubic area, and her nipples were shriveled and hard, showing she was either cold or nervous – and it was 95 degrees.
The two surveyed the pool area and then she turned her back exposing a beautiful, tight little bottom and well-formed legs that begged a man to stare until it was unseemly. Whispering something to her husband she took his hand and the two strolled back out to the little road that ran throughout the park, walking away from 30 pairs of eyes that were devouring her.
A couple of hours later the two returned to a different pool scene. The drunks had all passed out on their lounge chairs or gone home, and everyone else was just soaking up the sun. Denise and I were reading, our usual pastime at the poolside.
The young couple walked past the crowded rows of lounge chairs to where Denise and I lounged.
“Are these taken,” the man asked, pointing to two chairs near us that had been uninhabited all day – we are not party animals and are generally ignored by the “regulars” at the park.
“Not at all, help yourself,” I responded, glancing up and smiling.
“Thank you,” he replied, glancing at Denise, who was lounging casually with one arm by her side and her legs outstretched, slightly parted to let me see “the goods” during my often “eye feasts” which assured her there was no one I wanted to see more than her.
The visitor pulled the two chairs closer to ours, turning them toward us as if he wished to strike up a conversation, glancing once again at me, and then Denise, as he did.
His young wife gave him a quick look of consternation, realizing she would have to sit totally naked within five feet of a man she had never met before – but to no avail as he threw his towel on the chair and began to settle in.
Denise had observed all that was going on, and knew how much I enjoyed someone watching her and appreciating her beauty. She laid down her book, took off her sun glasses and sat forward, pulling the back of the lounge chair into a sitting position as she did, spreading her legs tantalizingly in the process before allowing them to return to their previous position, though slightly more open.
“Is this your first time at the park?” she asked as the young lady struggled to place her towel on the chair, raise its back to a sitting position, and position herself on it, all without showing her pretty little pussy with its well-manicured black patch of hair – and failing.
“Yeah, we have talked about it several times and today just decided to come out and see what it was like,” the man said, adjusting his own sunglasses over his eyes so he could watch what he wanted without being rude. I saw Denise almost innocently open her legs a little more and shift her position slightly to give the newcomer a better angle than me. I would have to tease her about that later.
We soon were engaged in a general conversation, learning that he was a highway patrolman and his wife a first-grade teacher. The visit to the park was his idea which she just went along with because it was his birthday. Their names were Ron and Annette.
Not long into the conversation I noticed that Denise’s nipples had begun to puff up. When we get naked publicly they automatically spread over the end of her luscious breasts, but they usually did not puff up until they became engorged with blood just before an orgasm or after prolonged stimulation.
“She’s turned on with this guy,” I thought looking away quickly toward Annette as she spoke, noticing that her nipples were no longer hard little dots, but had puckered somewhat themselves, forming cute little points on her small breasts. She was also no longer squeezing her legs together, but had opened them slightly, almost emulating Denise’s casual posture.
The two girls soon excused themselves and walked around the pool to the restroom and Ron and I watched them all the way, as did every man and most women sitting around the pool.
Ron looked at me and grinned.
“Those two make quite a sight,” he said, admiringly.
“We are fortunate dudes,” I agreed. “And, by the way, you don’t have to worry about looking at Denise. We both appreciate proper attention from someone who is not just a gawker or pervert.”
“Thanks,” he said. “She’s a beautiful woman. I will tell you the same about Annette, but I can tell you this is her first time and she may not show much.”
“No problem,” I responded. “She’s a pleasure to talk to, and just those cute little tits is enough for my old eyes.”
“One thing we can do to help is to arrange these chairs,” Ron said, and we pulled the four chairs together in a tight circle, with each man directly facing the other’s wife.
The women noticed the new chair arrangement as they arrived but did not seem to object. Annette sat down sweetly, leaving her legs slightly apart. Then she surprised me completely, leaning over and planting a kiss on her husband’s check, spreading her legs widely in the process for my benefit. Sitting upright again, she shot a quick glance to see that I was watching and then blushed deeply, lowering her head until the rush of blood had resided.
It did not leave her nipples, though, as they now puffed out almost as large as the rest of her breast. Ron noticed and smiled before returning his attention to Denise; I noticed and gulped, possibly blushing myself.
We shared an animated conversation the rest of the afternoon and then took an early dinner in the little park restaurant before the drunks awakened. Later, we went down to the lounge and a couple of games of pool while the crowd was eating and before any observers arrived.
After that we swam for about an hour before we said our goodbyes and returned to our trailers. I don’t know about Ron and Annette, but Denise and I both came quickly, having been stimulated all afternoon. We had made slow love that morning, but this time were just happy to bring each other to quick, energetic orgasms.
Later that evening we followed our usual habit of visiting the hot tub. There were two other couples and two single men in the tub when we arrived, but everyone shifted closer together so we could get in.
We had been talking and laughing for about half an hour when we saw Ron walk out of the dark toward us.
“Hey, Ron, want to join us?” I asked as he approached, looking around for a place for him as he nodded.
“Here, we will squeeze them in here by us,” Denise said innocently, scooting closer to me and pointing to a small opening between her and a semi-obnoxious permanent resident of the park – much to his displeasure.
“Annette’s not coming,” Ron said quietly, she got a little too much sun this afternoon and wants to rest.” As he slid into the place Denise had made I noticed that the other guy had left little room, but I did not budge, causing Denise and Ron to sit very close together – touching, I hoped, grinning inside mischievously.
The group talked for more than an hour, with each person sitting up on the side every fifteen minutes or so to cool off. The men, of course, feasted their eyes on the three women each time they “sat out,” and all three seemed more than willing to take their turn in the spotlight, becoming more animated in their conversation as their breasts swayed with every flip of their hair or gesture with their arm. Of course the getting out and getting back in always awarded the watching men with nice spread shots.
The two other couples – who were camping together – left about 10:30 to retire to their campsite (and smoke some dope, I think).
“Let’s go for a swim,” Denise said softly to me, something which we often did at night to cool down and have some private time together. I nodded and stood up.
“Come on, Ron,” let’s cool off in the pool,” I said casually, pointedly ignoring the other two men so they would know not to follow.
Denise climbed out of the hot tub past me, looking at my face closely as she did. She was not smiling, and I may have even detected a slight frown on her face. We usually took advantage of the lowly-lighted pool to do some heavy petting, even occasional intercourse. I especially liked to lay back against the side of the pool and run my finger in and out of her anus, something which she seldom allowed in any other setting.
I didn’t know what she was thinking, and I wouldn’t force anything, but I hoped that something magic might happen in the pool that evening, and I was willing to give it every opportunity to do so.
The three of us swam laps for a while and then settled under the overhang of the sliding board for conversation. The board was about halfway down the pool, and when I rested my back against the side with Denise sitting on my knee, her nipples rested right at the water line. Then, as I moved my finger in and out of her anus, she would rise slightly with each thrust, her nipples alternately clearing the surface and then falling beneath it. It was a great turn-on for me, and I wanted Ron to see it also.
As we talked I ran my left hand down her spine, along her crack and began to seek out her tight little asshole. But she was not cooperating as she usually did. I held back and continued to talk.
Shortly later, Denise excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned she stayed on the side of the pool, folding her legs behind her and leaning on one arm. Her breasts hung deliciously over our upturned faces like bunches of grapes – but we dared not touch. I did, however, notice that her nipples had begun to fill up as they had that afternoon.
“She’s warming to the idea,” I thought and smiled inwardly.
A few minutes later Denise rose, giving us a long, awesome view of her pussy, and walked slowly to the steps at the end of the pool. She then walked into the pool and swam a couple of laps before coming to us and sitting across my knee again.
Ron excused himself at that time to go to the bathroom, and I took advantage of the opportunity to tilt Denise’s head back and kiss her warmly and tenderly on the mouth.
I ran my hand down across her stomach and probed her vagina, finding it as wet and slippery as I expected.
We broke off the kiss and she laid her head back on my shoulder, expecting me to slide my other finger down her back and into her ass. Instead, I reached around her with both hands, grasping the inside of her thighs, spreading them and lifting her into the water as I slipped my rock-hard penis into her vagina. It was all done in one motion, before she even understood my intent.
She twisted her head around to look into my face but I simply put a finger over her lips as Ron emerged from the bathroom.
He slipped into the water on the deep end and swam toward us. Denise turned to face him, her expression slightly confused as she felt me move inside of her, pulling almost all of the way out before settling back in all the way to the shaft. I could see her heart beating wildly in her neck, and feel it with my left hand as it rested just under her left breast.
We began to talk again as before, rocking with the waves of water made by Ron’s swim. Denise was tense in my arms and I pulled her up against me, nuzzling her neck with my light beard. She slowly began to relax, finally resting almost limply in my lap, telling me – I hoped – with her body that she trusted me not to hurt or offend her.
It was then that I began to move slowly in and out of her, causing her now fully-engorged nipples to rise and fall over the water line with each gentle thrust.
She allowed me to do my thing but was unable to stay in the conversation, choosing rather to lay her head back on my shoulder, looking at the moon and stars above us.
Ron and I continued to talk about our jobs and how they sometimes coincided. We may have even met a time or two but were not sure. While we talked I continued to slowly fuck my wife, loving the expression on his face as he watched her gorgeous breasts rise and fall on the water.
Then, at a break in the conversation, I pulled out, supporting her with my knee as our bodies separated. She turned her head slightly looking at me questioningly, but then smiled when she felt my left hand move down her back. In just seconds I had my middle finger embedded to the hilt in her ass and once again she lay her head back on my shoulder.
This time, however, as Ron and I watched her breasts rise and fall, she initiated a conversation about the stars and the night sky. We obliged her with brief glances up, but mostly kept our attention on her delicious body.
When she had fallen into silence again, I slowly began to lift her lower torso toward the surface of the water with the hand digitally attached to her buttocks.
As her flattened body approached the surface, her body tensed and she turned to me with a quizzical look on her face. I responded by leaning over and kissing her gently on the forehead, then the eyes and then her mouth.
As I moved from her mouth I felt the tension leave her body and saw in her eyes that she understood what I wanted. She smiled, almost sadly, and then looked at Ron – he was staring at the two of us transfixed, afraid to move or speak.
Then I felt her body tense again, but this time it was different. It was the tension along the back of her thighs as she stiffened her knees, causing her feet and lower legs to rise to the surface with the rest of her body. In just a couple of seconds she was suspended just under the surface of the water, totally visible to Ron and I. Her feet had surfaced on each side of the man, gently bouncing against his hands which hung by his sides.
The two locked eyes as he brought his hands up taking each foot and gently massaging the soles with his thumbs. She smiled at him then, their eyes still locked, before she closed hers and leaned back into my chest, totally yielded to whatever Ron and I wanted.
He massaged her feet for an agonizingly long time – at least for me – but his timing was probably perfect for her. As he stepped forward and moved his hands up to her calves she made no sound or movement, just lay there waiting.
After massaging her calves for a couple of minutes he moved forward again, reaching out to spread her thighs – and it was then she responded, bending her knees and opening her legs even wider to receive the now-hard penis he slid effortlessly into her. My finger imbedded in her anus felt the long, hard shaft slide past as he buried his manhood in her womanhood.
She accused me later of prepping him with how to handle her and I had to swear to her that I had not. Ron handled her in the only way that would have worked that night – gently, respectfully, in awe of her beauty, her willingness to please, and her fabulous body.
He moved in and out of her slowly and gently, pulling almost all the way out until the head of his penis rested just inside the outer lips, and then pushing in one smooth, deliberate motion until he was buried all the way to the shaft.
With each slow thrust, her entire body rose above the surface of the water, allowing each of us to see her breasts, her almost-flat stomach, and her totally-accepting pussy as it swallowed his manhood. After just a few thrusts she attempted to raise her head and see the action also and I stepped forward a step so she was erect enough to see what was happening to her body; she dropped her hand to my supporting arm and squeezed it in a gesture of thanks.
The three of us were entranced for several minutes as we watched the sexual act in a way we had never seen it before. Then I moved my right hand forward and began to finger her pussy, spreading the lips so we could see more of Ron’s penis as it penetrated her. Then I slid my thumb up her slit until it rested softly on her clitoris, alternately rubbing and releasing as her body rocked in the water with each thrust.
In just a matter of a few minutes the touching worked its magic. She closed her eyes, let out a low moan and arched her back while squeezing Ron’s body to a halt with her thighs. I felt her spincter muscle clamp down on my finger, and knew her kegel muscle just as tightly entombed Ron’s penis.
We stood motionless, drinking in the sight of this wonderful woman as she shuddered through the orgasm, finally relaxing again to the role of receiver.
Now Ron began to work a little faster, and I stepped forward again as Denise sat more erect and began to enter into the act. Her right hand slid down between her legs as she circled his penis with her thumb and forefinger. Her left hand caressed his face and chest, and even pinched and scratched his nipples. He responded by driving ever more forcefully into her.
The two were almost gasping for breath when he shuddered to his own orgasm. I felt her once again work internal magic as she squeezed us both in a rhythmic milking of emotion and semen.
Ron pulled out gently when the milking was done, slipping away across the pool. I held my woman in my arms and kissed her deeply. She raised her hand to my head, pulling my mouth hard against hers and kissed me back.
When we were finally finished declaring our love in the wordless embrace, Ron had gone. He and Annette would leave the next morning before we had a chance to see them. It would be almost a year before we saw them again, but that is a story for another time.
Denise and I returned to our trailer and collapsed on the floor. I could not keep my mouth off her, kissing her, licking her, sucking her, whispering in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, giving her butterfly kisses with my eyelashes.
And then she opened her legs and took me and we were oblivious to the world around us for more than half an hour as our bodies locked in the deepest expression of love known to man.
“That’s five times today, that is definitely a record,” she said dreamily as we lay side by side on the camper floor. I thought she was asleep and was surprised that she wanted to talk.
“How do you figure five?” I asked, trying to remember all that had happened that day.
“Well, there was this morning, and then this afternoon. Then you had me in the pool, though you didn’t come. Then there was Ron; and finally, there was tonight.”
“I think that is a record that might last a lifetime,” I said tentatively, hoping my actions that day had not endangered our relationship.
She rolled over and propped her head up with an elbow, looking me in the eye. There was no accusation, no guilt, no joking – nothing but love. It was a look I had often seen, and one which I sometimes longed for when we were separated for any length of time.
She caressed my face, kissing me gently several times.
“I don’t ever want to forget today,” she said. “But I don’t think I ever want to repeat it either.”
“I don’t either,” I said, glad that she had not been adversely affected by acting out my fantasy, and knowing that the events of the day could never be duplicated even if we wanted to.
I pulled her to me, stroking her hair, and holding her closely.
“Do you want to go into bed?” I asked, raising my head slightly to look into her face.
There was no answer; she was fast asleep, her head resting peacefully on my chest.
Wife Could Be Pregnant
Rosa was feeling depressed as she watched her husband, Ron, packing his suitcase. Ron often had to take a business flight to another state and she didn’t like to stay by herself. If she had a child, she wouldn’t be lonely while Ron was gone, but Ron could not get her pregnant. They had applied for a child through an adoption agency, but it might be years before they received one.
When Ron had his suitcase at the front door ready to leave, he looked as cheerful as he could to say, “I’m ready to go. It will give you something to do by driving me to the airport.”
“I know, but this house is very lonesome when you are gone. I can be with you a little longer by driving you to the airport.
Rosa was very quiet on the way to the airport because there wasn’t much to say. She was wondering what she would do when she returned home.
Once they arrived at the airport, Rosa said, “Why don’t you park in the short term parking lot and I’ll walk in with you?”
Rosa accompanied Ron while he checked in to get a boarding pass, then they walked to the security gate where she could go no farther.
Ron tightly hugged Rosa and kissed her. She hung on to him as if she didn’t want him to go.
Rosa sadly said, “I’m going to be very lonely while you are gone.”
“And I’m going to miss you too. Go to the library and do some reading. Also, you can go to a movie. Right now I have to leave or I may miss my plane. I’ll call you later,” Ron said in the best cheerful voice he could muster.
Rosa stood and watched Rom walk away and disappear. She walk down the hall to a coffee shop. What was she going to do? She was tired of reading books and she didn’t like to see a movie by herself. She watched the people going up and down the walkway.
Just then a man carrying a brief case sat down at the table next to her. Rosa thought he was rather handsome and a little older than herself. He looked rather distinguished with his graying sideburns. She wondered if he was from another city and visiting here, or was he getting a coffee before going home to his wife.
She glanced away and back to him just as his eyes met hers. He asked, “I just arrived. Can you tell me what the weather is like outside?”
Rosa was surprised that he spoke to her. She finally organized her thoughts to say, “Oh, it’s just cloudy outside, no rain.”
“Guess I don’t need my raincoat. That’s nice since I forgot to bring it.”
The stranger continued to ask Rosa about the area and city. He finally induced himself as, “George.”
By now they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation. Then he said, “I need to get a taxi to take me to my hotel.”
Rosa was enjoying the pleasant conversation with him. She blurted out, “I have a car in the parking lot, I could drop you off.” She could hardly believe she said that. He was a complete stranger, maybe a murder, or rapist. What was she getting herself into. But she had blurted out the offer for a ride, now she was stuck with it.
George got up from the table, look lovingly at Rosa and said, “That’s very nice of you to give me a lift.”
They walked into the parking lot and got in her car. Their conversation continued while she was driving. She was beginning to think she was glad she offered the ride. When they arrived at the hotel and George had his luggage, he said, “I’m going to be having dinner here tonight by myself. It would be my pleasure if you would have dinner with me..”
This also surprised Rosa and she didn’t know what to say on short notice. . She didn’t answer immediately. She thought about her lonely house and having to eat dinner alone.
She smiled at George, “That’s very thoughtful for you to invite me. Yes, I would like to come back for dinner. What time?”
“Make it about seven tonight.”
“I’ll be here.”
Rosa went home and began thinking. She was a married lady. She had affairs before her marriage to Ron, but had been faithful to him after their marriage vows. Of course, she had no intention of getting in bed with this stranger, so what was she worried about. She could go to his hotel dining room, eat dinner, enjoy the conversation and drive back home. That would be a fairly innocent evening and she wouldn’t have to be bored at home. She definitely decided to keep the dinner invitation.
Later that day she started dressing for dinner. She couldn’t decide what kind of clothes to wear. There was a blouse that showed much of her breasts, but she didn’t want to look too sexy or too conservative. She decided on a blouse that would give a glimpse of her breasts, the kind that makes a man wonder what the rest of her breasts would look like. Then she picked a skirt that hugged her hips rather tightly. A pair of high heels would be good. She wasn’t too concerned about underclothes because George wouldn’t see them. But she felt rather sexy and decided to wear thigh highs with some throng panties. Should she wear a bra? She tried on the blouse without wearing a bra and noticed the bumps of the nipples didn’t show very much. However they could easily be seen. What was she trying to do, seduce him? No, definitely not, but she did want to look a little seductive. She decided to skip the bra. She would be out with a strange man and wanted to look nice. Would she be a prick teaser? No she didn’t want that, but she did want to look desirable.
After she had dressed and admired herself in the mirror, she thought she still retained her youthful beauty. She was ready to go.
She drove to the hotel and saw George in the lobby. George got to his feet to greet her.
“It’s so nice to see you. You look beautiful.”
“Guess I do look better than this morning when I was wearing jeans. Thank you for the complement.”
“You deserve it. You are a beautiful lady. I noticed you are wearing a wedding ring.”
“Yes, when I met you this morning, my husband had just left. He will be back tomorrow evening.”
“I’ll be here for one night, too. I’m sure you see my wedding ring. I get lonely by myself in a strange city.”
The evening dinner slowly progressed as they seemed in no hurry for it to end. They lingered over a cocktail before ordering, then stayed for an after dinner drink. When that drink had been consumed, George suggested, “I’m enjoying your company so much, let’s move to the cocktail lounge for another drink.”
Rosa hesitated. Should she go home? If she had another drink she might not be able to drive home. If that happened, she would take a taxi. When she came to that conclusion she said, “That will be nice. I like talking to you. It’s still early and I’ll be bored if I go home.”
Rosa and George were comfortably settled in the cocktail lounge with a drink There was a small dance floor. Rosa felt comfortable in his arms as they danced. She closed her eyes and left it up to him to dance where ever he wanted to dance. This wasn’t her husband, but she felt close to him. She knew the drinks were making her feel dreamy. If she was completely sober, she would be going home, but she didn’t want to go home.
About a half hour in the cocktail lounge and two drinks, George said, “Rosa, you are a very sweet lady and I like you.”
Rosa dreamily responded, “You are a nice guy and I like you too, but I need to go home.”
“I don’t think you can drive right now.”
Rosa wasn’t thinking logically because she said, “I don’t want to go home to my empty house. I assume your room has two beds. Just let me go to sleep in your spare bed.”
George held her, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. She readily accepted his kiss.
She then realized what had happened, “I shouldn’t let you kiss me. I’m married to Ron.”
George responded, “I’m sorry if I offended you. You are so lovely that I couldn’t help it. Your lips are so delightful and you are very sexy.”
Rosa dreamily said, “Your kiss was very nice.”
George took the hint and kissed her very deeply, then said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
George had his arm around Rosa as they rode the elevator. She began to have second thoughts. She knew she should leave, but she wanted to go on up to his room and lie down. The elevator door opened, they walked down the hall, he inserted the key and they walked into his room. She looked around to see two beds. She thought she would be safe now and sleep by herself.
Just then, George faced her for another long sexy kiss. She melted in his arms. She knew then she would not sleep by herself.
George realized the drinks were affecting her. “Rosa, let’s sit down on the edge of the bed.”
She clung to him as they moved to the bed. Instead of sitting, George guided her to where she was lying on her back with her feet hanging off the side of the bed. He sat down beside her and lean forward for their lips to mesh in a very sexy kiss. Her arms encircled his neck to pull him closer to her.
When the kiss was broken, she looked into his eyes to say, “I should get up and sleep in the other bed.”
Rosa knew what would happen if she continued to lie on the bed with him. She liked his kisses, but she shouldn’t have sex with him. .
George softly said, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but you are so lovely that I want to make love to you.”
Rosa was so relaxed and comfortable with George leaning into her for another long kiss. She felt there was no longer any use to resist. Again, her arms circled his neck to pull him tighter to her.
George looked into her eyes again and said, “I know you are not wearing a bra. All evening I’ve noticed the shape of your nipples pushing out your blouse. Now I’ve going to kiss them.”
George slowly unbuttoned her blouse starting the with top button. Rosa closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt George unbutton each one. By now her blouse was unbuttoned down to her waist. She could feel George spread her blouse to the sides to expose her breasts. Then she felt his lips on one nipple. The feeling made her want to pull his body closer to hers. She was feeling very erotic as George continued to massage one breast while kissing the other. Then she felt his kisses go down her body to her stomach. She could feel him trying to unzip her skirt, but was having a problem with the zipper.
Rosa said, “Let me get the zipper started.”
Once the zipper was undone, George pulled her skirt down and off her legs. Then he removed her thong panties. Now she could feel his kisses at her crotch searching for her pussy. She spread her legs to encourage him. George’s wet tongue opened up her pussy lips to lick up and down which sent very erotic thrills through her body every time his tongue touched her clit.
Again, she thought of her husband and knew she should get up, but she felt she didn’t have the will to do it. She would stay here with this handsome stranger and enjoy herself.
George moved back up to kiss her lips, then said, “I’m getting out of my clothes.” Soon he was naked and back in bed with Rosa. They had been lying on the side of the bed, now they moved around in bed to a comfortable position.
Their lips met again. Rosa was wonder what George would do next. She wanted him to be the aggressor and she would cooperate. They kissed several more times causing her to feel even more erotic. She was ready to take his cock, but was waiting for George to make the move. While kissing, she could feel one of his hands roaming over her body and exploring her wet pussy. His finger was now penetrating her while his thumb caressed her clit. She wanted something bigger than his finger in her.
Then George rolled around with his head near her pussy. She assumed he wanted to do the six nine position. As yet, she had not used her hand to feel his erection. She thought a six nine position would be a good position to explore his cock and balls.
Now that they were laying on their sides, his cock was at her face. She held it with one hand and took the head in her mouth. She heard George moan with delight. She could feel George lift her leg up so that he could get his head at her crotch. That was uncomfortable for her.
She said, “Let me roll up on top of you. This position is too uncomfortable for me.”
George didn’t say anything, but rolled Rosa up on top. Now Rosa clasped his balls with one hand while holding his cock with the other. She jacked it a little, then deep throated him. George really became vocal with groans and moans. She deep throated him a couple more times until she heard him say something.
“Rosa, take it easy. I don’t want to cum too soon. I want this to last awhile before I cum.”
Rosa then backed up to swirl her tongue around the head and look at his swollen cock. She thought it looked about the same as her husband’s cock. Maybe the head was a little larger. She took the head in her mouth again to explore the size and decided it was larger. George was groaning about the same as her husband does when she sucks his cock. She was wonder if his semen would taste the same. She wasn’t sure if George would want to cum in her mouth or in her pussy. She would wait and let him decide when he was ready.
She was feeling very erotic and wanted an orgasm at the same time as George or before he cum. Sometimes she could have two orgasms in an evening while her husband had one.
George’s tongue in her pussy was making her feel very erotic and she felt she could have an orgasm if he kept it up. It seemed to her that George was in no hurry to move to another position. Evidently, he was enjoying having his tongue in her pussy. She knew George could see her pussy and ass since there was a dim light in the room.
George’s tongue kept giving her thrills and she was beginning to feel her body building up to an orgasm. She started moving her butt in rhythm with his tongue. George could sense that Rosa may be about to have an orgasm and began to concentrate his tongue on her clit. She was now grinding her pussy into his mouth when she started gasping, her body straining and surging, as she was going though a very erotic orgasm.
It took a little while before Rosa’s body became very relaxed and limp lying on top of George. Her hand was still holding his cock which was pressed up beside her cheek with her mouth practically resting on his balls.
When Rosa became alert, she asked, “Do you want me to finish you off like this?”
“I would like to fuck you. Let me turn around to another position.”
Rosa rolled off of George and laid on her back. George moved up on top of her while she spread her legs and pulled them up to give George plenty of room to fully penetrate her. His cock started punching for her hole. Before she could move her hand down between their bodies to aim his cock, his erection found her hole. She was so juicy that George’s cock eased all the way in. She could feel his cock throb a couple of times in her pussy, so she reacted by pulsating on his cock causing George to moan. She was wondering if he was about to cum. They laid still for a little bit to relax and enjoy the erotic feeling of his cock buried in her body.
While they were lying still with his cock soaking in her pussy, Rosa began to be a little concerned about getting pregnant with this stranger. She was not on the pill because she kept hoping her husband would get her pregnant. . Maybe she should tell this handsome man to let her out of bed so she could leave.”
Before she could say anything about getting up, George started back and forth movements, letting his cock come nearly all the way out and then plunging back in. Rosa’s natural instinct was to push up to match his thrusts. George became very vocal as his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum in her body. The erotic feeling of his sperm filling her body and possibly making her pregnant caused Rosa to have another orgasm with him. They both were gasping for air as their bodies erotically surged during their orgasms. As they came down from their highs, they both felt exhausted
George rolled off of Rosa to lie quietly by her side. She could sense that George was dozing off to sleep. What if she got pregnant? Would that be bad or good? Since Ron couldn’t get her pregnant, maybe this is her chance to have a child. This stranger was in good health, handsome, and smart. She decided it would be good to get pregnant and Ron would never know that he wasn’t the father.
Both George and Rosa had a slight hangover when they woke up the next morning.
George said, “I think when we get out of bed and in the shower, we’ll feel much better. Also, there is a coffee maker on the table, so I’m going to get the coffee going and it will be ready by the time we get out of the shower.”
“Good idea for both the coffee and the shower,” Rosa thoughtfully said.
George and Rosa stepped into the shower together to soap, wash, and hug each other. When George kissed Rosa in the shower, she said, “Let’s try that again after we get dried off.”
George quickly responded, “And then let’s get back in bed before we get dressed.”
That statement gave Rosa the idea that George wanted more sex. She said, “That’s alright with me.”
After they had dried off, George poured two cups of coffee and propped their pillows up against the headboard to sit in bed to have coffee. While sipping coffee, the one free hand George had began to roam over Rosa’s breasts and down to her crotch. He softly said, “We had a great time last night, didn’t we”
“Yes, you are a very good lover.”
“Rosa, you are so sweet and sexy, I could stay in bed with you all day if I didn’t have to attend a meeting later this morning.”
“My husband will be home later today and I must go home.”
By now they had finished coffee. Rosa reached for George’s cock to squeeze it and jack it a little bit. Then she moved down in bed to love it. She took the head in her mouth and sucked. Then she lifted her head up and turned to look in George’s eyes. She noticed he was still propped up with his pillow watching her. There was plenty of light in the room since it was a sunny day outside.
She commented, “Do you like watching me do this?”
“You are fantastic and very beautiful.”
“Alright, I’m going to finish you off this way and you can watch if you like it that way.”
She turned back to his cock, jacked it a couple of times and then deep throated him. She heard him moan. She thought she would make him moan and groan some more. She licked all around his cock, then started deep throating him, coming nearly all the way up and then back down to where his cock nearly all disappeared in her mouth and throat. Within a very short time she heard him becoming more vocal and knew he would cum very soon. She didn’t want to chock, so she did not go down nearly as far and put one hand at the base of his cock to assist in jacking him
When the first long spurt came, she pulled back to where only the head was in her mouth. His cock was jerking and jumping with each spurt as she continued to jack him and take sperm. She vigorously jacked him and knew with each of his jerks, another spurt of cum was entering her mouth. She began to start swallowing. George was very vocal, although he was beginning to be a little quieter. Soon, he let out a long breath and went completely limp. She knew she had tamed this handsome man.
George opened his eyes and looked at Rosa. “You are a wonderful lady. Now it’s your turn.”
Rosa laid on her back while George moved into a position with his head between her legs. He clasped both of her legs with his two hands to spread them farther and push them up. Then his mouth and tongue started to enjoy her pussy.
George knew that it took a lady longer than a man to work up to an orgasm. He slowly licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. His tongue found it’s way over other areas of her bottom including up the crack of her ass. There was plenty of light in the room to see her ass and pussy. Within a few minutes he could feel that Rosa was beginning to react more to his caresses. He started spending more time sucking and licking her clit which soon brought Rosa to an orgasm.
George moved up to kiss Rosa on the lips, then said, “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time with you. It’s too bad we have to part. I’ll always remember you.”
“And I’ll always remember the night we spent together, but we’re both married and should never see each other again.”
“Let’s get dressed,” George said, “and get some breakfast before we leave the motel.”
Once Rosa had driven home, she fondly reminisced of all the things she and George did. Then she wondered if George had made her pregnant. If so, she and Ron would be happy with the child.
Tonight she would be with Ron, her husband, and she knew he would want to make love to her. She would welcome him with open arms and gladly accept his love making.
She drove to the airport to pick Ron m up. She greeted him with a kiss and they both said they loved each other.
Ron asked, “Well, what did you do to keep yourself busy and not being bored last night?”
“Oh, I went out, got picked up by a handsome guy and he fucked me all night long.”
Ron laughed and said, “You are the biggest bullshitter I know.”
Rosa laughed right back and said, “I guess you don’t believe me. Let’s go home and get in bed.”
While Ron was driving on the way home, Rosa’s thoughts kept returning to the big question, “Am I pregnant?”
Wife Sells Herself
My name is Linda. Ron and I fell in love and married before he was a full fledged doctor. Next year he will be doing his internship, but our problem is that our combined savings have been used up. I don’t earn very much flipping hamburgers at MacDonalds and Ron is so busy with his studies.
One evening while I was at work, four guys came in to eat. They were joking and seemed to be having so much fun together. They flirted with me as I took their order and it got my mind off my financial worries. I noticed one guy was buying all the food and said he would take them out for a beer after eating. When he paid me for the order, he pulled a big wad of bills out of his pocket.
I said, “You better stop flashing your money or someone will hit you over the head for it.”
He responded, “I don’t care, I just inherited a pile of money and I want to spend some of it.”
They sat down to eat. It was time for me to get off work. As I was leaving, I had to walk near their table as I went for the exit.
The guy with the money raised his voice, “Hey, pretty girl, come sit with us before you leave.”
I had been so glum about our financial situation that I thought they could cheer me up with their laughter. However, I knew I should go home to my husband. Then I remember he was working in the hospital that night.
I sat down at their table and said, “OK, guys, for a couple of minutes. I have a husband waiting for me at home.”
That didn’t deter their enthusiasm for a married girl to sit with them. The guy with the money introduced himself as Jim. I told them my name.
“Linda”, Jim looked me in the eye, “We’re going out for a beer and we would like for you to come along with us.”
“I can’t do that, don’t you see my wedding ring?”
“That doesn’t bother us, come on and have some fun.”
I didn’t respond to that but sat there and had some laughs with them. When it was time for them to leave, I walked out with them and got in their car as if that was what I was supposed to do. We went to a nearby bar and had some drinks. I danced with each guy and we were having a good time.
I finally said, “I need to go home. Drive me back to my car at MacDonalds.”
“OK, if that is what you want”, Jim responded
Jim and I were the only two in the car when he drove into MacDonald’s driveway.
When we parked he said, “Don’t leave me just yet. I inherited this money from my mother who just passed away and was buried yesterday. I feel so lonely and sad and just don’t want to go home as yet.”
We sat and talked and I began to think he was a very nice guy.
He looked at me to say, “I wish you could keep me company all night, but I know you are married and won’t.”
“No I couldn’t. I love my husband very much. Sorry you feel so lonely, but I have my problems too”.
He responded, “Now what kind of problems can a pretty girl like you have?”
“I’ve been so worried lately about our finances and don’t know what to do. I’ve enjoyed being out with you guys tonight to forget about my worries for a short time.” I explained about Ron studying to be a doctor
“Maybe I could help. I have plenty of money and if you would spend part of the night with me, I’ll make it worth your while.”
I quickly responded with a loud voice, “Watch what you are saying, I’m not a whore.”
“I apologize. I really didn’t mean it that way. But you need money and I need company. You said your husband was working tonight and wouldn’t miss you. Also, didn’t you screw around while in High School?”
“That’s true, I was not a virgin when I married Ron.” I hesitated then asked, “How much can you give me?”
Jim pulled out a roll of bills and flipped through a stack of twenty dollar bills.
“You can have all of this.”
“Alright, let’s go to a motel, not to my house”.
He drove to a very nice motel and went in the office to register while I sat in the car. I began to think about what I was doing. I loved my husband, but we needed money. I could only rationalize that I was sacrificing myself for him. I was determined to go through with it.
Jim returned and drove to our motel door. As I was about to enter the door, I began to get “cold feet.” Part of me wanted to go away, and part of me wanted the money. Jim was a handsome guy and seemed very nice. Being naked with him and having sex would probably be alright, but I was hoping he wasn’t some kind of a weirdo. If so, I would get up and dress and tell him to keep his money. I walked in the room willing to sacrifice myself.
Once the door was shut, he seemed shy as he looked at me.
I said, “Here we are, alone together”.
“You are a very pretty girl. I don’t want to rush you or do anything you don’t like. But I would like to kiss your very inviting lips.”
He put his arms around me and our lips met briefly. Then he hugged me tighter as our mouths opened and tongues dance. I was beginning to feel sexy so I put my arms around his neck to hold him tighter.
When we broke the kiss I said, “Wow, you really can kiss a girl to make her feel good”.
He softly responded, “You are so pretty and sexy, that warmed me all the way down to my toes”.
I chuckled, “I think it did because I feel something hard down below.”
Saying something like that to a stranger rather surprised me. Guess the drinks made me feel more relaxed for what we were doing.
Jim started undressing me by first taking off my blouse and bra to allow my ample breasts to be free.
He bent down to kiss each nipple, then back up to share a very sexy kiss with me. I could feel his very hard erection pushing against my body. I knew I was here for sex and decided I might as well cooperate. I moved my hand down to his crotch to rub his erection.
He back away a little from me to unbuckle his belt, then unzip his jeans and drop them down. Now my hand could easy fondle his cock through his shorts.
I had worked an eight hour shift and knew I needed to have a shower. I always liked to be clean for sex, especially when I take a cock in my mouth.
I said, “Let’s get in the shower to clean up before we go any further.”
With a joyous sound in his voice, he quickly said, “That sounds like fun, let’s do it”.
I started sliding my jeans down my legs and then sat in a chair to pull them off. Jim quickly seized the opportunity to pull them off my legs then took my hands to pull me up to a standing position. He tugged at my panty waist band and pulled them down to let me step of out of them. Now I was standing completely naked in front of him. I was beginning to feel a little embarrassed until he pulled me to him for another long sexy kiss. While kissing, he moved one hand down to my wet pussy to touch my clit, then inserted a finger. When we broke the kiss, I helped him pull his shorts down to allow his hard cock to stick straight out. I looked down to see it curved upward with a big purple head. From the brief glance, it looked bigger than my husband’s cock.
Jim took my hand and led me to the shower. We rubbed our soapy bodies together while sharing a lengthy kiss. Once we had dried off we crawled up on the bed for Jim to hold me for another kiss.
He softly said, “How did I get so lucky to have you in bed with me. You are such a fantastic girl.”
He kissed my nipples then moved on down my body to kiss my pussy. His tongue licked my clit making me feel very sexy. I suddenly thought about my husband and wondered what he would do if he ever found out I had been unfaithful. I doubt I could ever convince him that I was doing this for us. Then I forgot about my husband and concentrated on the feeling of his tongue in my pussy. He moved his butt around to my head. I assumed he wanted me to take his cock in my mouth. He rolled me up on top of him in a six nine position. I took his cock in my mouth, swirled my tongue around the big head, then went down on him as far as I could. I heard him groan with pleasure.
I started up and down on his cock as I fondled his balls. He started pushing up in jerks as his cum started spurting in my mouth. He gave me a very big mouth full, but I was well experienced in consuming it all. However, I couldn’t gulp it as fast as he was spurting and some of it was running down on his balls. His body was gradually relaxing although I continued to keep his cock in my mouth. I always did it that way with my husband and I knew he liked it, so I thought this stranger would like it too.
He rolled me off and said, “Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it, but I’ll be ready again to satisfy you.”
We talked for a little while. Actually, I let him do most of the talking. He was telling me about how much he loved his mother and father. Both were now dead and he missed them in his life. I looked at his cock and decided to help him get it hard. I again took it in my mouth while he played with my pussy. It didn’t take long before I spread my legs as he moved on top.
He pulled my legs up with my knees near my breasts and rammed his cock fully in me. Our lips met in a long open mouth kiss while he started slow back and forth movements. He knew just the right movements to make it feel good for me. I could feel an orgasm building up in my body and started pushing up a little faster to him even though he had me pinned down. My orgasm came on strong as I heard him loudly groan and could feel his cock jerking with each spurt of cum in my pussy.
He rolled off of me allowing both of us to lie side by side rather exhausted.
I remained quiet until he finally broke the silence. “That was fantastic. I want to see you some more.”
I said, “I’m afraid this is it. I’m married and can’t continue an affair.”
“You told me you needed the money. I could give you even more if we could meet again. Please?”
“I’ll think about it. I can’t give you my phone number, but if you’ll give me yours, I might agree when we get desperate for more money.”
He gave me the roll o f money, then we dressed and he drove me back to my car.
I drove home expecting to find the house dark, but when I drove in the drive way, the lights were on. I went in to be greeted by my husband.
He said, “I got to come home early. Where have you been.”
I was completely at a loss to come up with an excuse. I finally said, “I made some new friends and went out for a beer. You were at work and I thought it would be alright?”
“Who were these people you made friends with?”
“Oh, I met them at MacDonalds. They seemed to be having fun and I joined them.”
Ron let the subject drop for the moment, but I knew that was not the end.
We went to bed and Rom started kissing me. When his hand reached my pussy he said, “You sure are juicy. You must be in the mood. I’m in the mood too, so let’s have fun.”
He kissed me again while he moved two fingers in my slippery pussy. He moved his fingers up to taste my juices.
He suddenly exclaimed, “You’ve been fucked! Who were your friends tonight?”
I started crying and told him I did it for money, for us so that he could stay in college. I guess the tears were making him feel sorry for me because he said, “I appreciate your wanting to help, but I can’t believe you did this, especially behind my back.”
He got some tissues and wiped my eyes. Then he said, “Now, now, quit crying. I’ll forgive you this once because I love you. Tell me what happened and about your sex with another guy.”
I gave him all the details as he held me tight and often kissed me. I could feel his very hard erection. Was this turning him on?”
When I finished telling him all the sordid details, I asked, “Now are you going to divorce me or fuck me? You do have a very hard erection.”
He didn’t answer, but rolled on top of me as I spread my legs. His cock plunged all the way in my sloppy pussy. He gave a few strokes and became very vocal as he added his cum to the remains of a stranger’s cum.
We laid side by side for awhile until I said, “What do we do now?”
“I’m very disappointed you did it behind my back, but it did turn me on when you told me the details. Guess I can’t be mad at you for that. I still love you very much and I believe you love me, too.”
“Again, what do we do now?”
“We’ll go on living the way we were. Please don’t ever do that again without my knowledge.”
I questioned right back, “You mean you would let me fuck a stranger for money as long as you knew about it?”
Ron said, “I agree we need the money. Maybe you can get him to come to our house. I would like to meet him.”
I asked, “You mean he could come here to fuck me? It turned you on so much, maybe you would like to watch him? Would you be jealous?”
“No, I would not be jealous and it would be a big turn on for me. I never thought I would want you to fuck another guy, especially to watch his cock sliding in and out of you. Guess my sexual desires are coming to surface. Call him tomorrow and invite him. Tell him it would be a threesome and see how he reacts to that.”
“Alright, if that is what you want. I know we can use the money, too.”
We went to sleep in each others’ arms.
The next evening I called Jim. He seemed so excited that I had called. I explained the threesome and that it turned on my husband. He seemed reluctant to agree at first, but then said he wanted more sex with me and he would agree to most anything even if we fucked out under the streetlight. That brought a laugh to both of us. I told him to come on over. Ron and I both took showers and waited for Ron. I used cologne between my breasts and between my legs. I noticed Ron had an erection when he watched me apply the cologne. I think he was trying to visualize a strange cock fucking me.
Ron shook hands with Jim when I introduced them. I noticed Jim was dress up some as if he was trying to impress me. Ron fixed drinks for us and we sat around to get more acquainted. After the second drink was finished, I said, “Let’s get started.”
I walked toward the bedroom and glanced back to see both guys following me. Once in the bedroom, the two guys started undressing me. I felt like a queen being waited on by two suitors. They removed my blouse and bra, then I started slipping my long pants down. I sat on the bed to say, “Pull them off.”
They each had a pant leg to finish pulling down and off my feet leaving me with only my panties on.
I said, “You guys get out of your clothes.”
They hurriedly undressed and I saw two very hard cocks sticking straight out ready for action.
I gave Jim a slight push suggesting he lie down on the bed. I was up on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I thought my husband would watch, but then I felt his hands tug at my panty waist band as he started pulling them down. I raised one knee at a time for him to pull them off while I continued to lick around Jim’s cock head. Then I felt my husband’s tongue licking up and down my pussy stopping long enough to suck on my clit each time he passed it. I didn’t know there would be this much action so soon.
I asked, “Jim, do you want to cum this way or some other way?”
“I want to do it doggie style the first time.”
Jim got up on his knees behind me. I could feel him move the head of his cock up and down my slit, then felt it pressing in me. The head entered and he pushed some more, pulled back a little and then went all the way in. I glance around to see my husband watching Jim’s cock sliding back and forth in me. I was very juicy, so I knew he could see my juices clinging to Jim’s cock each time he pull back before plunging in again.
Evidently my husband felt he was out of the action. He laid on his back on the bed and moved his butt near my face. I knew what he wanted, so I took his cock in my mouth. Now I had a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy. I never dreamed I would be so daring to do this.
Before long, Jim was loudly groaning and I could feel his cock jerking in me. Evidently when my husband knew Jim was cumming in my pussy, it caused him to erupt in my mouth. I was getting two loads of cum at the same time.
I held tissues under me when Jim’s small cock was slipping out. Then I was surprised to feel Jim licking my pussy and ass. Evidently he liked to eat a sloppy pussy. I turned over on my back to give Jim easy access to my crotch. I was already sexually turned on and his tongue and mouth felt very good. I looked at my husband to see he was intently watching Jim. He looked at me for a moment and we smiled at each other. I knew he was very pleased and turned on with our threesome.
I began to push my pussy into Jim’s mouth as I started moaning a little. I knew my orgasm was getting close. Jim moved his finger up and down the crease of my ass and started pushing to enter it just as my body began to strain and jerk with my orgasm. It seemed the orgasm rippled throughout my body for one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time.
We three cleaned up a little. The two guys put on their shorts while I slipped on my panties and went back into the living room. We had another round of drinks while we made small talk. Jim handed me a wad of money which I gave to Ron. We thanked him, but I asked if he wanted to do it one more time before he left.
Jim shyly nodded his head yes. He had fucked me once, now I thought I would give him a blow job while my husband watched. I wanted to excite him a little, so I stood up, let my panties fall down and stepped out of them. I walked over to him sitting on the couch, got down on my knees and pulled his shorts down and off of one leg. I made eye contact with Jim and smiled. He said, “You are fantastic.” He leaned forward to kiss me.
I teased his cock head with my tongue while I jacked him a little with my hand. Since he had already cum once, I assume it would take awhile for the second time. His cock was firm but not very hard. I played with his balls and licked up and down his shaft. I took one ball in my mouth and pulled back to let it plot out. His cock seemed to harden more especially when my lips reached the head and I deep throated him before licking up and down the shaft some more. I saw my husband playing with cock.
I asked Ron, “Why don’t you come over here and sit on the couch too.”
Ron got up and sat down close enough for me to put one hand on his cock while I had my mouth on Jim’s cock. I continued to concentrate on Jim’s cock to make him cum. I sucked on him for another ten minutes until he started yelling he was going to cum. I jacked him very fast and opened my mouth to let it shoot onto my tongue. I kept jacking him until his body went limp.
Ron said, “Do the same to me.”
I moved over on my knees a little until I was in front of my husband. I put my mouth over his cock and it started jerking and shooting. I continue to squeeze and jack his cock until it became flaccid. I stood up and looked down at the two guys and said, “Looks as if I have two well satisfied guys here.” I jokingly continued, “Do either of you want some more right now?”
My husband said, “I’m done and I think our friend is finished for tonight.”
Jim put on his clothes while Ron and I went in the bedroom to put on our night clothing. We escorted Jim to the front door. He said, “Giving you money is not a problem and I want to come back soon.”
I said, “As long as my husband doesn’t mind, you are welcome. The only rule is that we don’t hide any of our activities from Ron, my loving husband.”
Wife Pays Interest For Husband
Although Zahida was about 35 years old now after being married for 15 years, she did not look a day older than 28. I had dreamt about her for the last 12 years. She always turned heads wherever she went. She had a body designed for sin, which a man could dream of possessing. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a good height of 5 feet 6 inches, but also with the figure of a goddess and a clear complexion.
Zahida was sexy as hell even after birth of three children. She had fair skin, high cheekbones, a straight nose, a firm chin, and a lovely soft-lipped mouth. Her eyes were bluish, and her lips were naturally pink. Her long blond hair cascaded to her knees. There were a few small dark beauty spots on cheeks. Her lovely, genuine, warm, beautiful smile that lit up her eyes always motivated me to kiss her.
She had to be the most gorgeous woman I’d ever met. She may have been hotter than any woman I’d ever imagine may. Something I found instantly enticing was her body, She had a body to die for, with full, lovely protruding breasts probably 36C, wide hips, and extremely erotic arse, which wiggled as she walked. The fullness of her breasts and the soft, sexy sway of her hips made me thinks of touching them. My prick was always in a state of readiness on seeing her; such ripe and heavy breasts that were appropriate and seemed to be still firm on a slim and fair body were a heavenly sight for me. To get her into my bed at any cost was my dream.
But I always tried to control my feelings. Any hurry in the process would mean getting kicked in the nuts. Things had to happen gradually. This realization was both arousing and disturbing; after all, she was not just another woman but the wife of a very dear friend, Kashif.
My association with Kashif was quite old, as he had been my friend from childhood. Kashif was an average man with average looks, a small business, and an average income. He had married Zahida about 15 years back, and I had frozen in place when I had met her first 12 years before. I was immediately impressed by how great Zahida looked. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, and I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. Zahida’s beauty, good nature, and exuberance had taken me in.
Zahida was oblivious to my intentions, although she loved the attention I showered on her. Being friends, we met frequently, but somehow there was always a formal line, which wasn’t breached by us.
Once Kashif came to meet me. He told me, “I am in deep trouble, and after thinking hard, I decided that I would ask you if you could help me.”
“Tell me, Kashif. I will try my best. I would be pleased if I could help you,” I said.
He told me that ” I had recently hit some hard time, and I need one million rupees as a loan and hope that you will help me, he told me details about his financial needs.”
My sick mind took over to Zahida his wife, when I heard this thinking how can I leverage this to my advantage.
“But that is a huge amount!”
“Yes I know it is, but I promise you that I will return it after only two months.”
“OK, Kashif, I will give you the money, but let me say frankly that you will need to give me this in a written agreement. I don’t mind, but this is a huge amount, you know.”
I was thinking I could use my money to help him out, but wanted something in return.
“Yes! Why not?” Kashif replied. Thus I gave him money, taking a written agreement from him.
One month before the due date, it was a pleasant surprise when Kashif invited me to his house for dinner.
Who knew it was my lucky day? I bought a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for the children, and reached his flat at eight o’clock sharp. Kashif received me warmly and led me to lounge, and we sat there. After a few minutes Zahida came before me like a pleasing breeze. The moment I entered my sixth sense hinted to me something about his wife, the way she was walking, the way she was smiling, and the way she was dressed up. Contrary to tradition she wore a red satin qameez (long shirt) with her usual white shilwar (trousers). Her qameez was quite low-cut in front, so I could see her cleavage. She looked charming from every perspective. Zahida, like most Indian women, normally wore only Indian clothes. She had a handful of matching bangles on both of her wrists. Her feet were bare as Indian women’s feet normally remain at home.
That evening I was in heaven; my mind was not with me! It had become impossible for me keep my eyes off her at even the slightest move of her. Once she caught me staring her, and she blushed, realizing I was looking at her in a romantic way. She beamed like a virgin schoolgirl captivated by my stares, but my gazes were gradually extending beyond her face. Of course she had noticed this and now and again had given me a glance in response.
The more I looked at her, the more I was excited by the way she talked with me, and the way she looked at me when Kashif wasn’t looking. Whenever he caught us looking, he’d get a big sheepish smile on his face and then just turn away. Zahida was undoubtedly aware of my state, as she had caught me looking at her body on that occasion and gave me a glimmer of a smile, and quite often she would remain looking at me while others were not looking.
Zahida left us, saying that she was going to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while both of us, Kashif and I, were laughing and chatting. I had been watching Zahida the whole time she was serving dishes to the table, though trying not to be too obvious with my staring. Many times I positioned myself behind her so as not to miss the fabulous view of her full, generous, swaying hips.
When dinner was laid, Zahida asked us to come to the dining hall. We went and sat at the table. Zahida sat just opposite me.
As the table was fairly small, it was quite natural that my knee should touch Zahida’s occasionally, and it did. I kept the touches light at the beginning, but as she didn’t pull away, I pressed a little harder and left it next to hers. We both smiled as she looked lovingly up into my eyes. I kept the conversation running with Kashif as best I could, and slowly rubbed my knee up and down. It seemed, if anything, that Zahida pushed back even harder. The butterflies in my stomach began to jump. I was more than happy that my wishes were about to be fulfilled. Above the table, Zahida continued to converse as though nothing at all was the matter.
I then started to rub my leg up and down against hers, slowly and softly and then harder against her. Her lips parted in a slight gasp, but she did not move away. Soon my leg was caressing her hard under the table. I was now finding it difficult to concentrate on the dinner. It was getting too hot. I was worried that either Kashif or his children would notice something. Now it was difficult for both of us to concentrate on food.
“You’re eating very slowly,” Zahida teased, her voice throaty. “Don’t you like food?”
She teased me again, and her foot became more insistent against my leg. She looked at me, her lips half parted. Her eyes had become very dark now, and that intoxicating look was inviting and bemusing at the same time.
I responded to her touch by rubbing my foot against her ankle. “Yes, thank you, I am enjoying the meal.” She smiled as she looked in my eyes while I massaged her foot.
I couldn’t believe what was happening as I felt ready to burst. I moved my leg back and saw Zahida exhale softly. I guessed that perhaps she had had enough. I moved my attention back to the food and the conversation.
When she went to the kitchen, her petite ass cheeks were clinging to her qameez, giving me a pretty good idea of reality. The dampness of her skin had made the qameez stay snugly in the crack of her ass.
Both her daughters helped her clear the table and bring the coffee. I had to brush my hand gently against the side of Zahida’s thigh when she was going to and from the kitchen. She stared at me for several seconds, and then shifted her questioning eyes from me.
As her husband went to bathroom, she whispered, “You give good toe. Drop in whenever you like. I’m usually at home in the mornings.”
After I returned home late, I made the best, most passionate love of my life with my wife after a long evening of thinking about Zahida.
I couldn’t concentrate much on my work throughout the following days and kept thinking about that night with Zahida and her voluptuous body all the time. During the following days I was becoming more and more restless and was daydreaming. My lust for Zahida’s body started to grow even more than I ever thought it would. When this had become unbearable for me, I finally decided that the only way was to meet Zahida alone, so I went to meet Zahida; I left the car and walked to her house.
After a couple of knocks on the door, I waited impatiently for the answer. In a couple of minutes Zahida came to open the door. I felt Zahida was a little confused, seeing me.
“If it is inconvenient, then I’ll come some other day,” I said.
“Don’t say that. You are always welcome.”
“But seeing me, you looked a little confused.”
“No! No, please come in,” she said smilingly. She led me to the sitting room. “Please have a seat. I’ll be back in a minute. Let me finish a telephone conversation I was having.”
Oh, she was busy with the telephone, so that was why she seemed confused!
She came back after few minutes. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked.
“Of course, I would love a cup of coffee with you, if you can,” I said.
“Of course, Mr. Zeshan. It will be a pleasure having coffee with you. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll get the coffee.” She went to the kitchen and came back with a tray a few minutes later. She placed it on the table before me, and when she leaned over to put the tray down, the neckline of her top hung very low. Now, only inches away from my eye hung Zahida’s creamy white breasts. Not just cleavage, but everything including her thick brown nipples. For the five or so seconds that the vision lasted, I couldn’t pull my eyes away. When she stood up I knew she must have caught me staring and started turning red-faced. But Zahida just rubbed her eyes as she put the tray down and sat next to me on the sofa. I could smell her perfume, which caressed the air — a low, lemony, curiously enticing aroma. I was slightly nervous since this was the first time that I was alone with Zahida, the wife of my friend. And I had to look at her only, and she was looking hot. She looked like she was seducing me. My palms sweated the entire time. My heart raced every time Zahida looked at me. We were sipping tea slowly, taking our time. We talked about many subjects. She asked about my wife and kids, but not once did she mention her husband’s loan or anything about our business.
Then, giving a naughty smile to me, she asked me, “Are you bored?”
This just encouraged me, and I said, “Your perfume is wonderful.” I took a deep smell. “It is exotic.”
“Do you like it?” Her eyes sparkled.
“Yes, it is so nice.”
“You asked me to come anytime.”
“I did. Did I say something wrong?” she said in naughty mood.
I felt embarrassed and muttered thanks, and she grinned, mischief in her eyes.
” Didn’t you want to meet me?”
“Yes! I wanted to meet you alone.”
“And I gave you the opportunity.”
“I admire your guts, lady.”
“Do you find me attractive?”
“You look good enough to eat,” I said. “I always found you very beautiful, lovely, and attractive.” I was staring down at her breasts confined still under the thin fiber of her qameez.
Zahida blushed and looked at the objects I was staring at, but laughed again, softly.
“Don’t flatter me, Zeshan, you liar. I am sure you tell that to all the women you meet.”
I told her, “Zahida, you are looking really very sexy and inviting too.”
She said in a very low voice, “Really, Zeshan. Don’t forget I am your friend’s wife.”
“But you are so attractive and irresistible,” I whispered.
“Yes. I have always thought of you,” I admitted. “But I could never muster courage to speak that to you.”
“Is that all?”
“No! There is more to tell you.” I touched her arm with my fingers and began to caress it gently. She eyed me with heavy eyes from under veiled eyelids and weakly smiled. She slowly pushed her lower body closer into mine. Her breasts almost touched the side of my chest. I slowly put my arm around her back and gradually brought it around her neck. Zahida lightly trembled as I took her hand and moved closer to her. I kissed her hand and held it.
Some time later, I quietly slipped my hand on her thigh. I kissed her hair and her golden earrings. I raised her face with my hands and kissed her on her cheek and then her thick lips.
I kissed them once very lightly and then gradually more insistently. A few minutes later, I moved my tongue over and over her lips and made them wet with my saliva and then slowly drew my tongue inside her lips. She reciprocated by offering her pouting lips and kissing me back.
I then moved my hand and rested it lightly over the dupatta (long scarf) on her breast and began to gently caress her breasts. My hands were immediately busy, groping over the material, and then I removed a hand to slowly slide it under the dupatta and rest my hand firmly on the cloth over her breast. I was slowly and firmly caressing and gently squeezing her breast by moving my hands from one to the other, and gradually I slipped my hand at her breasts beneath her neckline and ran my fingers over there. She closed her eyes, her head still on my shoulder. I pulled her hand over my hard and thick hurting cock.
When she touched my cock, she suddenly broke the kiss and raised her eyes. She told me, “Well, I think that was sufficient. You should stop now, please.” She pushed my hand away slowly from her breasts. She was not angry but pressing her lower lip in her teeth. She got up from the sofa and, moving away from me, sat just opposite me.
That was unexpected for me, so I became little embarrassed and quiet. We avoided each other’s eyes. I blinked at her pathetically as a fool.
I found my courage again after a minute. I tried holding her arm, but she jerked my hand away. The rest of the time went without any event. My heartbeat was increasing every minute for a woman to whom I was desperately looking in spells, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“You may please leave now. We’ll meet some other time,” she told me.
“As you wish,” I said.
After few minutes I got up to take my leave. She also got up.
The moment I was leaving, she stood staring at her feet and blushing. I could even hear her breaths, which were becoming heavier all the time, causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle in her tight qameez. I knew it was now or never for me. I could not wait any longer to make my move.
I walked up to her and held her hand. She tried to withdraw it from me, but I was not leaving. Then I put my arm around her waist and gently escorted her in.
“Zeshan, please let me go,” she whispered.
I spun her around, and pressing my hard-on against her crotch, I gave her a light kiss on the nape of her neck, licking her earlobe.
“Zeshan, please don’t. I am a married woman, and you are also married,” she protested.
“Married people are safe. I can’t afford to make virgins pregnant. Do you want me make some virgin pregnant? You were married then also when you were touching my foot,” I replied and kissed her passionately. “That was a different matter; you wanted me to touch you.”
Her cries of “Please stop… Please stop it…”started becoming louder.
I then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs from the outside just to tease her. I looked in her eyes; they were dreamy and full of lust. Her lips were quivering. When she reached down to stop my advances, I grasped her soft hand and guided it to my cock.
“You have made it so hard from so many days; now please at least play with it for some time,” I flattered.
She pulled her hand away as it made contact with my sticky member. She stared at me in surprise.
“We really should not do it…” she panted. Her mouth was dry as she continually licked her lips with her tongue. As a final effort, she pleaded with me to let her go. She whispered in my ears, “Oh, Zeshan, is this right, what we are doing? Please let this go… Please leave me… Please don’t do this to me! This is not right. We should not do this. I am like your sister in law. I am your friend’s wife. We really shouldn’t…”She hesitated as if in a dream. Her willpower was weakening. “Please do not force me, I beg of you.”
I spoke, pressing myself against her. “OK! As you say! Thanks for what you have given me… Believe me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” And I purposely released my grip on her, freeing her completely. I told her, “I don’t want to force anything on you, so I let you free.”
This was a big shock, as she had never thought I would leave her like that all of a sudden.
“You are sure you don’t want to?” I asked.
“Yes! I don’t want to,” she said, but she didn’t move back.
“I know you want it. You speak lies, and I will keep waiting for the time when you will say ‘yes’,” I said.
“I don’t know what to say… I’m afraid to do this, but … I can feel my heart beating hard,” Zahida said. Her face was red, and her eyes were sleepy.
“Zahida, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”
She was totally confused now, and it was looking as though her body and mind were at war. I walked toward her and told her, “Zahida, I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your qameez. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands. Come on, be bold and help me.”
Finally she gave up; “Okay then…” She seemed to have resolved the issue. The lust was so visible now in her eyes. “You have to promise me you will never tell anyone, ever.”
” I promise it will be only our secret, and no one will know. “
She looked at the door, went and locked it, and then came back.
I was not expecting what happened next. I felt the firmness of Zahida’s grip on my arm. Not looking at me, as she was shy, she kissed my lips playfully. Her lips roamed over face, neck, ear, nose, and cheeks. Then she put her head on my shoulders with a look of fascination on her face and I started to run my other hand through her hair.
I pulled her closer and kissed her. She responded with the same ardor as that with which I was kissing her. She broke the kiss and whispered, “Thanks, I really need this.”
She bit my lower lip. While kissing her I pushed her towards the wall. My hands felt her chest as it heaved under me. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made me push my cock against her harder. I was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel my erection against her leg.
She was stroking my hair. The looks in her eye confirmed what I had always suspected: She always wanted to give herself to me.
I could feel her breath on my neck and chest. She pushed my hair away from my face again.
After a long silence that made me feel awkward, she spoke. “Tell me something, Zeshan. Do you ever think about me?” Now she looked down.
“Yeah, sure — all the time since we met.”
“What do you think about?”
“I think…” I stammered. She put a hand on my chest and looked again in my eyes. “I think you’re pretty sexy,” I said.
“No! There is more. You are such a desirable lady, my dear. Even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to you.”
“Yes, you have given me so many sleepless nights.”
“Thank you. I think about you, too, you know,” she offered.
“What do you think about?”
“Same thing, mostly: how beautiful you are, and how lucky your wife is to have such an intelligent, handsome, and considerate man for a husband.” Again she pushed my hair away from my face. This time, she petted my head. “And I think about how much I have missed you.”
Once again we started kissing, and this time we were kissing like to horny lovers! We explored every part of each other’s mouth with our tongues. We also licked each other’s tongues! It was the best bit of kissing I had done in my life! We must have kissed for about few minutes, while my hand was roaming all over her body. My other hand was on her tits and was fondling them.
Zahida had placed one hand around my neck and started to kiss me again while her other hand had wandered down and was busy playing with my ass. Then she spoke. “Zeshan, not here. Stop it. Anyone could catch us here. Let’s go to the bedroom we’ll be more comfortable,” she said panting.
“Oh! What are we waiting for? Let’s go inside.” I said, and we adjourned to her bedroom. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was alone with my dream lady in her bedroom. I thought I must have been dreaming.
In a hurry we got into bed. We lay on the bed, our sides facing each other, our limbs entangled, our mouths pressed together. We began kissing and grabbing and squeezing each other. She began to kiss me on my chest. She sucked my nipples, then licked my stomach. My erection was throbbing, and I reached under her shilwar to feel her crotch. She closed her eyes and threw her arms around me tight as I rubbed her hard. I reached down the front of her panties and began to rub my fingers between her pussy lips. She was dripping wet as I shoved my fingers into her vagina. I fucked her hard with my fingers until she asked me to stop because I was hurting her.
I asked her to undress now and soon we both got undressed. Deliberately, she unclipped her gloriously thick hair and shook it free, and that made her sexier.
Oh, what a pair of breasts she possessed! They were still in their shape. She was a marvelous sensual beauty with ample breasts that were possibly 36C. They were well shaped and round with her nipples jutting out in perfect proportion. Her tits were quite firm and pert, even without the support of the bra; they looked like couple of ripe mangos hanging on a branch. Her breasts were soft brown in color, yet contrasted beautifully with dark pink nipples. Her areolas were medium sized. They were starting to get erect as I was hungrily staring at them because they looked so beautiful. I caressed, kissed, and licked all over her body, squeezing her breasts, thighs, and buttocks while she was stroking my cock with her hand, biting her lip.
She panted, and we were drenched in sweat. Then she said, “Now that we are here in bed, you can do what you want to do.”
She was squirming and panting like anything, and I knew this young, beautiful married woman was ready for me.
“You are big,” she said, stroking my cock. She took my cock in her hand, and her silky fingers made my cock like an iron rod encased in a silken cloth. I was amazed. I had never recalled my cock’s feeling so hard that with all my might I was unable to bend it.
Once again I started to kiss her all over her face. I started from her forehead. Then I moved to her eyes. Her chubby cheeks came next. I was eating her cheeks. Then I kissed and nibbled her ears. Finally I moved to her mouth. I sucked her lips vigorously. We explored each other’s mouths as we had done in the lounge. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her mouth, literally touching her throat!
I continued the kissing and went lower. I was now kissing her neck and then sucking and even gently biting it. I moved lower to her breasts, the breasts I had been seeing every night in dreams, and now for the first time I was so near to them. I started to eat her breasts as if they were ripe mangos. They were getting as red as apples from my constant eating and sucking.
I paid attention to her rock-hard nipples. I teased them with my tongue. I probed them gently with my tongue, making them very erect! I stopped when they were really hard! Then I started to suck them, slowly to begin with. I increased my speed and was now furiously sucking and even biting them!
“Oh yeah! Zeshan, that’s it! Suck them hard! Bite them hard! They need it.”
“Zahida! You don’t have to ask me. They really deserve it.”
Now I moved lower. Now I was level with her enticingly deep navel! As before, I used my tongue to good effect. I moved my tongue in and out of her navel while teasing her belly button.
“Ufff…! Suck it! It feels so nice and excited!”
And I started sucking it. This was a new experience for me. I couldn’t do it with any woman I met either. But with Zahida, it was different. I took her belly button in my fingers and sucked it feverishly. Zahida was now screaming heavily.
“Aahhh…! Uffff…! That’s it! Fuck me now, Zeshan! I can’t stand it anymore! I need you inside me now! Put your big fat cock inside me!” Zahida screamed.
Her legs looked silky smooth. Her thighs were bulky and fleshy, but well proportioned.
She parted her thighs. Finally, I got on top of her and positioned myself, placing my rock-hard cock squarely on her waiting cunt! She herself grabbed my erection and pointed it to her pussy, so I shoveled my dick into her pussy as the head of my cock entered her cunt. With the first push more than half of my cock slid inside her wet snatch. Slowly the whole length of my cock entered her without any resistance. Her cunt was very tight and so warm that I thought I would never want to pull out of it again.
“Zeshan, please do it slowly first. I have never had such a big cock. My husband’s cock is small.”
So I slowed down a little and started to rub her pussy with my finger. I was searched her clit and soon found it. I started to rub and squeeze her clit. Meanwhile I was also fondling her lovely tits and managed to kiss her so as to increase her sexual pleasure. I made a strong move and forced my penis deep into her. She began to wriggle like a snake trying desperately to escape from the eagle’s claws. “No, please slowly. It hurts, please.” she began to plead. Her pleading only made me hornier as I again thrust my penis deep into her. She began to shout and moan in pain. I placed my hand under her shoulder and grabbed her breast with the other. My mouth went over hers and I again thrust my penis into her. This time she threw her head back and yelped. “Ahhhh!”
She became very horny and screamed. “Ohhh! Zeshan, what are you doing to me? I think you are killing me!”
“Oh, my sweetheart, I don’t want to kill you; I want to show you my love,” I said breathlessly.”
“Yes, that’s it, Zeshan! Fuck me with your big dick! I am yours. Take me.” I started to pump faster as she encouraged me.
I kissed her mouth with mine and continued mauling her breasts. Her hands came over my back with a burning sensation for she was now nailing my back and biting my lips. I entered deep into her as her hand encircled my back, guiding me inside her. She put her legs on my back and pulled me down.
Now I withdrew, pushing my cock back. Suddenly she thrust her hips against my swollen cock, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She moved forward, pushing herself onto my cock. I loved the way she kept clutching at my ass, grabbing at me, roughly, almost painfully, pulling me more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. She was very aggressive in bed; I have never seen woman as aggressive as she was.
She said, “You are a better partner in bed than my husband is.” I was very pleased and started giving it to her harder and harder. The whole bed was shaking and jerking because of my strong movements. I began driving it in and out, faster and faster, sweat collecting on my body as I kneaded her tits, which were glistening with sweat. She was moaning loudly, as her breath came faster and she locked me in with her legs, drawing me into her.
We sucked on each other’s lips and tongue moved faster. I tasted her breath in my mouth as I began to pump harder. She was pumping harder too. Zahida began to fuck me fast and furiously. I was surprised by her eagerness, but I matched her thrusts.
“Yes, that’s it,” she said to me, and we pounded each other so hard that my pelvis bone hurt.
Finally Zahida screamed. “Zeshan! I am going to come…”
“Oh! Me too, Zahida! Come with me,” I whispered.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay to come inside. I’m on the pill.”
” Zeshan. Uffffff . . .” she exclaimed as she climaxed and pulled me tightly over her.
Her ankles were locked over my back and her heels were digging into my tailbone ensuring the deepest possible penetration possible. And then with a final thrust, we both came and I started pumping so fast till I spurted last drop of semen in Zahida’s cunt. I could feel the vaginal juices flooding from her pussy. I collapsed on Zahida and stayed there very still for about five minutes.
Panting heavily, we fell beside each other and lay together, our bodies sweaty and sated. She rubbed my chest softly while I held her in my arms, cradling her body next to me.
“That was incredible,” she whispered in my ear.
“I am glad you enjoyed it,” I replied.
“‘Enjoy’ is hardly a strong enough word. You have a massive fucking cock. Every woman would love to get it in her pussy. You are a perfect fucker.”
She was to my right. She moved close to my body, put her right leg on my lower body and rested her thighs and knees on mine. Then she started moving her right hand over my chest and very slowly brought it below it below onto my cock. Rubbing my cock, she said, “I loved it… I wish I could have you everyday and every night. I would love to have it everyday.”
“May I ask you for some help?” she asked hesitantly.
“No,” I replied.
She looked very disappointed and said “Oh! I am sorry.”
I laughed and took her face in my hand and, looking into her eyes, said, “You can’t ask me, but you can give me an order.”
“Oh! My dear! I want to know whether is there any chance that you could give one month to my husband to repay your loan.”
“You have granted him two months just half an hour ago.”
She blushed and said to me, “Oh! Thank you very much. I knew you wouldn’t refuse my request.”
I started to massage her thighs, and then my hand reached her pussy and I felt its wetness.
“You are wet again.”
Zahida giggled. “My thirsty cunt wants one more hot load from you.”
“Oh dear! My cock will die for it.”
She moaned and said, “Zeshan, I’ve been dying do this for years!”
I wasted no time. We started kissing hard again.
She then took my dick in her hand, saying “Oh, Zeshan! It’s so hot,” and started to caress it slowly. She was rubbing my cock and balls. That made my cock like a red-hot steel pole, and I was now wild. I moved my hand on her back and it reached between her buttocks. She lay beside me holding my dick in her hand while my hand was on her ass, stroking it slowly.
I was going totally crazy as my fingers touched all over her butt. I suddenly turned her around, bent her forward, and put my tongue inside. My teeth dig into her anus, and I bit. A loud moan escaped from her mouth.
It was a lovely feeling. Just too good. Her inviting asshole was igniting my deepest passions. I was wondering if I should do anything about it when she said in her husky sexy voice, “How can you resist my ass like that? I can’t. Put your finger in and find your dick. Do it now.”
“Zahida, we will fuck like dogs now.”
And she knelt with her hands down, without any question. Zahida was on her knees on the bed, and her well-shaped fully round buttocks were hanging in air. I adjusted myself behind her, touching my shaking cock to her butt. I knelt forward, grabbed Zahida from behind, and parted her legs. I grabbed her breasts. I was desperate to find her hole. Zahida grabbed my cock in her hand. She gave few strokes to my cock and, parting her legs further, adjusted the tip of my cock to her pussy entrance. I pushed forward, and the head of my cock inched inwards.
Then, slowing, I inserted the tip of my cock, pushing it inside her. I removed my hands from her globes and adjusted them to grab Zahida by the waist. Now I started to stroke her slowly. I withdrew fully and then just pushed it in with a hard shove, and she cried out in pure pleasure. Zahida had to grab the head of the bed to keep her balance, and her face was now buried in the pillow. My strokes now speeded up. Grunting, I started to fuck her furiously. I was now fucking her hard and strong. I was biting her all over, especially her ass and shoulder. Zahida was pushing her hips towards me. I looked down, and I could see my cock appearing and disappearing in the hole. Zahida was now fondling my balls and moaning. She also co-operated with me by moving her pelvis in rhythm with my strokes. Loud moans were escaping her mouth. She was frantic now and moaned loudly. I fucked her like a dog fucking a bitch. This time the fuck was really long and I was getting exhausted.
In the next 20 minutes, she had come twice and was about to come again when I put my pecker in to the hilt and started to ejaculate. Our bodies started to shiver, and I held her tightly. The next moment, she fell to bed, and I was on her waist, fully spent. Our combined fluids hit Zahida’s thighs, and she wiped the stream with her bra. Our liquids were dirtying the bedclothes, but nobody was bothering about it.
“Zahida! Remember, henceforth I will come, and you will allow me to fuck you in whenever and whatever way I need it.”
She put her hands to my neck and relaxed in my strong grip. “Now I am yours at any time you wish.”
Our families don’t know of our sexual relationship, and we continue our intense sex life with each other. We have tried many variations, and of late I have enjoyed fucking her anus. Till today kashif didn’t return the money I’d give him but Zahida bhabi paid interest regularly.