Wife’s Unusual First Time

Wife’s Unusual First Time
bynewbie2008©

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckled and replied, “More than once?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Working For His Promotion Pt. 01,02

Working For His Promotion Pt. 01
byThe Big Bopper©

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, don’t!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No … no … don’t! I won’t answer!”

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

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

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

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

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

“So this has happened to you before?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am sure we will become good friends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Flirting with you? My boss!”

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

“Joanne, why was he flirting with you?”

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

“Adam, I have a confession to make.”

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

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

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

“Darling…” she said to him hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

“We were probably just talking about football.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you let him?”

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

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

“So you opened your mouth to kiss him?”

“He forced it open with his tongue.”

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

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

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

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

“So how far did this kissing go?”

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

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

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

“It was quite passionate kissing.”

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

“I didn’t say that I enjoyed it!”

“But you hadn’t stopped him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She paused to speak. “Keep driving!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no … what will you say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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

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

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

“What about?”

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

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

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

“What did you have in mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

Adam looked back at his boss, stunned.

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

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

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

“Joanne would never agree to this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adam nodded.

“What did he say, Adam?”

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

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

“Don’t thank me just yet.”

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

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

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

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

“Wow!”

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

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

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

“I know…”

“What do you mean you know?”

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

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

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

“I told him no way.”

“And he said?”

“Pretty much told me I was fired.”

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

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

“Do you think he means it?”

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

“Shit … what do we do?”

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

“Hold on a minute, Adam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do we do next, Robert?”

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

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

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

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m in the bath, darling!”

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

“How are you, Jo?”

“Nervous!” she answered softly.

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

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

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

“Okay, I’ll be all right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do I look okay, darling?”

“You look fabulous!”

“Not too cheap or slutty, I hope?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blue is your colour.”

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

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

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

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

“Okay honey, what does it look like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll have a beer,” said Adam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop … what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tingling sensation in her crotch lasted barely five seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why … for how long?”

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

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

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

“I think you’re terribly cruel!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you might be ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you wash yourself thoroughly down there tonight?”

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

“Then it shouldn’t matter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She continued to stroke Robert’s shaft.

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

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

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

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it loud!”

“No!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How could you stay up for so long?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you complaining?”

“No way … just an observation.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I bring out the best in you, babe!”

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

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

“Can I have a rest please?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chatilla

Part 1 – Border check

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

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

“These papers are fine!” argued Paul.

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s not go there.”

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

“That’s ridiculous!”

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

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

“What exactly do you want my wife to do”

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

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

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

Paul ignored him and turned the jeep back around.

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

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

“What! Are you crazy?”

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

“They won’t, they’re animals!”

“Well then I’ll just have to do it.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look is this really necessary?” pleaded Paul.

“Necessary? Yes!” he replied feigning stupidity.

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

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

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

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

“How about I just show it to you?”

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

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

She obliged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

Part 2 – Enter the Cobra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s ridiculous!”

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

“I’m telling you I was raped.”

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

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

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

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

“Send me to jail?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What would you have me do?”

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

“You want to pimp me out?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” She replied meekly.

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

“Yes.”

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

“How?”

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

“What do I do?”

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

“Okay I understand!” she sighed with resignation.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Maria stood up, somewhat shaky.

“Take off your clothes… slowly”

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

Again Maria did as bid.

“Bend over!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Ride it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

النحاتة سوسن ووالدتها مروة وأنا

النحاتة سوسن ووالدتها مروة وأنا

الجزء الأول

صديقي عُمَر يبلغ من السن 47 سنة متزوج منذ عشرين عاما ولديه صبي وبنت في سن النضوج وكنت الأقرب لعمر بحكم الجيرة وبعده عن الأصدقاء حيث أني صديقه الوحيد رغم فارق السن الذي بيننا , حيث كنت في الثالثة والثلاثين من عمري , كان عمر يشكو دائما من علاقته الجنسية مع مروة حيث انه يمارس الجنس مرة واحدة في الشهر وبقدرة قادر وبات هذا الموضوع يؤرقه رغم استعمال الفياجرا وكل الأدوية إلا انه لم يستفد شيئا وكان يقعد يشرح لي كيف مارس ولم يأتي ظهره وصراحة كان هذا الكلام يثيرني لحد الجنون فانا اعرف زوجته مروة جيدا إنها في الخامسة والثلاثين لكنها كما الصبايا واللعب , مروة ذات طول فارع وبياض رباني وعيون سوداء وشعر أسود ناعم يربو إلى أسفل أسفل إبطيها بطوله وذات طيز كبيرة رائعة كنت اعشق تلك الطيز وخصوصا بالفستان الأبيض الذي لطالما رأيتها به ومن تحته ترى الكيلوت ذو الخط قد رسم رسما على طيزها أما القنابل التي تتميز بها فهي خارقة وصدرها كبير بحيث يمكن أن يكون ملعب للاير ومرتع له اعشق هذه المرأة وأتمنى مضاجعتها في اليوم التالي طلب مني عمر أن أوافيه المنزل لأنه تعبان وما رح يقدر ينزل الشغل ومتضايق وحده حولت الاعتذار غضب وزعل فقلت له سأوافيك العصر بعد ذلك ذهبت إلى الحمام حلقت وضبطت من تحت وكأني عريس ارتديت أجمل ما لدي من ثياب ووضعت البارفان المفضل وانطلقت لبيت عمر بسيارتي, وأنا أدعو الـله أن تفتح زوجته الباب ما إن طرقت الجرس حتى اطل ملاك اسمه مروة كانت تلبس قميص النوم الخمري ودون مكياج وكأنها لا تعلم بقدومي ما إن رأتني حتى قاربت أزرار القميص بخجل وطلبت مني الدخول دخلت وإذ بعمر بالسرير ينادي فادي تعال شو خجلان البيت بيتك كنا نلتهم بعضنا بالنظرات إلى أن انتزعني صوت عمر فدخلت إليه وقبلته وجلست بجواره وطلب من مروة أن تعد القهوة وجلسنا نتسامر بعد قليل جاءت مروة بالقهوة ولكن كانت تشع جمالا على جمال كانت قد ارتدت الجينز الضيق مما يظهر تضاريس الطيز لديها وبلوزة بلون البحر وثدييها متدليان منها وكأنها لا تلبس ستيانة وقد صففت شعرها ووضعت القليل من المكياج على وجهها قدمت القهوة وجلست معنا وعمر لا يتوقف عن الحديث عني وعن مغامراتي الجنسية وعيناها وعيني لا يكادان يفارقان بعضهما احسست الشبق في عينيها يطل بحسرة ولكن كيف السبيل للمفاتحة بالموضوع حدثتني أنها تريد شغالة تقوم بتعزيل البيت وما عم تلاقي وهنا جاءت الفرصة بأن ألبي الطلب ولكني سأنتظر أن ينزل عمر الشغل أولا طلب عمر منها أن تأخذ مني رقمي لتذكرني حيث إني احكي وأنسى فكان قلبي يرقص طربا وبالفعل وبعد يومين اتصلت بي مروة بحجة الشغالة فقلت لها سأستأذن عمر واحضرها اليكي فقالت لا داعي لذلك انت من أصحاب المنزل كلمت الشغالة ودليتها عالبيت وطلبت منا توافيني شي نص ساعة وسبقتها إلى هناك علي افعل شيئا قبل مجيئها وما إن طرقت الباب حتى انهارت أحلامي فقد فتحت الباب سوسن بنت عمر والتي كانت تبلغ الثامنة عشر من العمر وهي ترتدي التي شيرت الأحمر ونفور نهديها ظاهرين بشكل قاتل كانت نسخة عن أمها إلا أنها سمراء لكن ذات الطول وذات العينين يعتقد لمن يراها أنها اكبر من ذلك بكثير دخلت وجلست بالصالة إلى أن أطل الملاك مروة بالروب الأبيض الذي أحب وأموت فيه ودعتنا سوسن بأنها على موعد مع صديقتها وجلسنا أنا ومروة سألتني مروة عن الشغالة فقلت إنها بالطريق إلى هنا ذهبت مروة لتحضر القهوة فتبعتها والتصقت بها بحجة النظر إلى القهوة فابتسمت اقتربت أكثر لم أرى أي ممانعة فصارحتها باني أحبها وأشفق عليها من عمر الذي حدثني بكل شي واني هنا لأعوضها فالتفتت إلي ورمت بنفسها في أحضاني تبكي من زوجها قبلتها ومسحت دموعها وأخذتها إلى غرفة النوم, , فطلبت أن أؤجل موعد الشغالة للغد وبالفعل اتصلت وألغيت الموعد فانا في شوق ونار لجسم الحبيبة مروة استلقيت بجانب مروة أدلك لها صدرها واقبل شفاهها وأدلك أيري فوق الثياب في كسها فكانت تئن وكأنها لم تناك منذ سنين كانت تعض شفاهي وتلتصق بي أكثر وأكثر شرعت انزع ثيابها بعد أن رفعت الثوب الأبيض عنها لأرى ستيان اسود لم يعد قادر على ضب كل هذا الصدر وكيلوت ذو خط صغير لا يكاد يستر شفار كس مروة ما إن نزعته حتى رأيت كسا رائعا غارقا بالمياه كانت شعرة مروة كثيفة رائعة مهذبة محلوقة على شكل مثلث مثير أما صدرها وبعد التحرير كان أجمل من جبال الطبيعة كلها ابيض مكور بحلمة وردية تقف بشموخ خلعت قميصي وبنطالي ونزعت الكيلوت وكان أيري واقف لحد الجنون ويسيل منه اللعاب ما إن رأته حتى جنت وخافت واهتاجت أيضا واغتلمت فأير عمر صغير وعديم النفع وأيري طويل وسميك جدا حتى أنه كان يفزع كل امرأة تراه سواء زوجتي أو صديقاتي العديدات . انقضت مروة على أيري بيديها وعالجته بفمها بصعوبة بالغة وفشلت في تطويقه بيدها الصغيرة وأناملها الرقيقة وفي ذات الوقت كنت الحس كسا الذي يشرشر مثل نبع لا ينضب كانت تضعه في فمها بإحكام وكأنه قد يهرب منها إلى أن أنزلته بفمها فشربته كله ولم تدع قطرة تذهب هباءا وعدت لالتهم صدرها الناهد لأنه ما لبث أن قامت حلماته فطلبت منها أن تضع يديها خلف رأسها لكي استلذ بإبطيها لاني اعشق إبط النساء كان إبطيها ككسها غزيرا الشعر مما يثير اللعب والجنون وضعت لساني وشرعت الحس بهما وهي تدلك قضيبي لأضعه في كسها أمسكته وأدخلته بقوة وصرخت ااه وكأنما مزق أحشائها ، وضعت ساقيها على كتفيَّ وأخرجت أيري وشرعت أداعب بظرها برأس أيري مرارا وتكرارا وكلانا يعض شفته السفلى وتأوهنا معا من فرط اللذة ، وشرعت ادخله في كسها بين شفاه كسها رويدا رويدا وبوصة تلو بوصة وأخرجه وهي تتأوه وتشعر بالامتلاء الشديد كما لم تشعر من قبل وأيري يلامس ويداعب ويقتحم مناطق في مهبلها لم يصل إليها قضيب رجل من قبل ، وكنت الرجل الثاني في حياتها ، وأخيرا استقرت بيضاتي الضخمة المتدلية وصفني على شرجها ، معلنا دخول كامل أيري في مهبلها الرطب الناعم الساخن الرائع ، وبقينا ساكنين قليلا بلا حركة حتى تعتاد على حجم أيري وتتشرب الإحساس اللذيذ ، ثم بدأت أنيكها طعنة تلو طعنة ببطء شديد ، وعسلها عسل شبقها يسيل حول أيري داخل مهبلها وعلى الخارج من بظرها ، وهي تتأوه وتقول لي كمان أكتر أيرك لذيذ آااااااااااه أخ أخ ، وما زال فمي يمزق إبطيها وصدرها وكانت قد أنزلت أربع مرات وارتعشت فقلبتها كي أضاجعها من طيزها فخافت ورفضت حيث إن عمر لم يفعلها ولا مرة لكني لم استجب قلبتها وأخذت على أيري من ماء كسها وبصاقي وسألتها عن زيت طعام ، وأشارت إلى المطبخ وعدت به أدهن به أيري وأدخل إصبعي مغموسا بالزيت في طيزها عدة مرات ثم عدة أصابع حتى اعتادت على نيك أصابعي لطيزها وأصبحت تستلذ بها وتعود بطيزها نحوي لتدخل بنفسها أصابعي في شرجها ، ثم وضعت رأس أيري أمام فتحة شرجها وبدأت أضغطه للداخل فدخل أيري رويدا رويدا وانتظرتُ حتى اعتادت عليه وطالبتني بالبدء في النيك ، فأدخلته فتأوهت من شدة الشبق وكانت بقمة اللذة وطلبت أن ادخله اكتر وأصابعي وأصابعها تتنافس على مداعبة كسها وبظرها وقالت إنها أحبته وإذ من طرف الباب,, وأنا أنيك مروة المح سوسن تنظر بانبهار و تنمحن لكني لم اظهر لها أني رايتها وبقيت ادخل قضيبي بطيزها وافرك صدرها وابعد سوسن عن تفكيري في الوقت الحاضر ومروة تتأوه وتطلب أكثر من شدة المحن إلى أن شعرت أني سأقذف فأحببت أن اقذف تحت إبطها المشعر وضعته تحت إبطها وشرعت ادخله وأطالعه كان متل الكس والشعر بحك فيه بجنون إلى أن قذفته تحت إبطها وعلى صدرها وفمها فأغرقتها بالمني ثم قمنا استحمينا وجلسنا نحتسي القهوة ، وعدنا للسرير ونكتها مرة أخرى وأغرقت مهبلها بالمني ثم نمنا في حضن بعض عرايا ثم نهضت وارتديت ثيابي وقرع الباب إذ بسوسن دخلت وجلست وكانت تنظر لي نظرات شيطانية استأذنت بحجة أروح شوف ليش ما اجت الشغالة ودسيت كارتي بايد سوسن وأنا خارج وكنت على نار لأنيك سوسن بعد أن نكت مروة

الجزء الثاني

كانت سوسن على صغر سنها قوية البنيان وخصوصا عضلات يديها وذراعيها ، وكانت رغم أنوثتها خشنة الملامح نوعا ، وقد عرفت من أمها وأبيها أنها نحاتة بارعة ، كانت تهوى النحت منذ الصغر ، وأرسل إليها أبوها معلما فى الفنون الجميلة والنحت قام بتعليمها مبادئ فن النحت منذ أن كانت فى الخامسة عشرة من عمرها ، لذلك قويت عضلاتها ، وبدأت بالمواد البسيطة السهلة النحت حتى أصبحت متمكنة الآن فى نحت الأحجار الصلبة ، وها هى اليوم تملأ منزل أبويها بتماثيل غاية فى الروعة والإتقان لرجال ونساء عرايا كتمثال داود لمايكل أنجلو ، كانت تحب نحت التماثيل الفردية والثنائية ، الذكرية والأنثوية ، العارية والإيروتيكية والحميمية والغرامية لأنها توضح مدى جمال الجسد البشرى سواء الذكرى أو الأنثوي ولأن مثل هذه التماثيل تكشف مدى إتقان وهضم النحات لعلم التشريح ، إضافة لتبيان العواطف الجياشة بين الرجل والمرأة وكانت متأثرة جدا بالرسام بوريس فاليجو .. كانت سوسن ككل فتاة شرقية لا تزال عذراء فى سنها هذا 18 سنة ، لكنها كانت تمتلك غريزة وشهوة ملتهبة جياشة متوقدة ، ألهبتها أعمالها الفنية ، التى جعلتها أكثر انفتاحا وميلا للقيم الغربية المتحررة والرائعة ، إضافة لمشهد غرام أمها معي ، مما جعلها تتطلع بشوق لتذوق شهوة الرجل ومتعته التى يمنحها للمرأة فى اللحظات الحميمية في الواقع بعدما ملت من السرحان في دنيا الخيال، وكانت الفتاة تصارح أمها بأمنيتها تلك فتستهجنها كونها تربت على عادات وتقاليد شرقية ، ولكنها كانت تحب ابنتها كثيرا ، وقرأت الكارت الذي تركته أنا لابنتها ، وقررت المساعدة ، مساعدة ابنتها في أول تجربة حقيقية وواقعية لها مع الجنس ومع الرجال .. معي  

من بعد ما نكت مروى واجا دور سوسن بعد ما طلعت من بيت صديقي ودسيت الكرت بايد سوسن بنت 18 سنة بيومين بس خبرتني سوسن وطلبت انو تشوفني وهي عنده دورة بحجة الدورة رح تنزل ونشوف بعض فطلبت منا تلاقيني ببيتي يلي ما بيبعد عن بيتن اكتر من شارعين بحجة الناس ما تشوفنا الناس المهم إني بالموعد المحدد كنت بالبيت وأنا في قمة الأناقة مع بارفان مرتب لطيف وحلو ومثير دق الباب وإذ بسوسن سوسن سمراء البشرة طويلة نهدها نافر كبير مع عيون سوداء بتجنن وشعر اسود مسترسل طويل كانت لابسة بنتاكور كيوي وبلوز حمرا بلون خدوده طلبت منا تفوت بسرعة قبل ما حدا يشوفا وقعدت وهي عم ترتجف ممكن خايفة شوي بس الحرارة مولعة فيها وقالت لي انو شافت كل شي بيني وبين أمها وقعدت وشرحت لها انو حقه أمها ووضع أبوها وكنت ضامها لصدري وايدي على صدرها . فجأة اندق الباب وإذ بأمها مروة – اتضح أنها وجدت الكارت في غرفة ابنتها وقررت ملاحقتها إلى بيتي – خافت البنت قلت لها لا تخافي . وفتحت الباب ودفعتني أمها وكانت تحمل بيدها حقيبة كبيرة سوداء لا يظهر ما بداخلها. قالت لابنتها : لا تخافي حبيبتي أنا سأساعدك في المرة الأولى لكِ مع الرجال لكي تكون تجربة رائعة ومثالية وممتعة تماما لكِ يا روح قلبي ونور عيني .. وقامت مروة بإخراج كل محتويات حقيبتها على الكنبة ، وكانت اسبراي “بخاخ” كريم شانتيه ، وعلبة مليئة بثمار الفراولة المقطعة ، وبعض زيوت تدليك الأير بنكهة الفراولة أيضا .. وسحبتني مروة إلى الحمام وأنا أسألها إلى أين وماذا تريد وهي لا تجيب ، وانتظرتنا سوسن بقلق وخوف لم تستطع الكلام ولا الحركة ، وهناك غسلت لي مروة أيري المنتصب بالماء والصابون وغسلت بيضاتي أيضا وعانتي حتى تأكدت من نظافتها وطيب رائحتها هي وأيري ، وجففت أيري الذي ظل منتصبا ، ثم قالت لي “أغلق السحاب” . فعلت وعدنا إلى حيث سوسن. قالت لي أمها : نزل السحاب ، وما كذبت خبر نزلت السحاب ، وأشارت لسوسن لتأتي وتقترب ، فجاءت ، وبدأت مروة في فتح زجاجة زيت التدليك المنكه بالفراولة ، وتصب القليل من الزيت على كفها ثم تدهن به أيري كله من رأسه حتى قاعدته ، حتى لمع بشدة وبإثارة ، ثم قالت لسوسن ” هيا يا ابنتي مصيه الآن” ، وما كذبت خبر وأولجت أيري الضخم المنحوت كالتمثال الرائع البديع بتم سوسن وأنا عم بدفع راسها على أيري لحتى يفوت اكبر قدر ممكن منو وكانت البنت مستسلمة وعم تفوته, وهي مسرورة كفلة تأكل مصاصة بالمذاق الرائع الذي وضعته أمه ، والتي جنبتها أي روائح مقززة أو مقرفة قد تضايقها وتجعلها تكتسب انطباعا سيئا حول الأير والمص والجنس والرجال ، كانت ابنتها المدللة , وتطالعه ، وتدخل ، وتتأمل فيه بإعجاب كنظرة النحات للشئ الذي يريد نحته ، ثم تمصه بعد كثير من النظر والتطلع ، من جديد ، وأمها تشجعها ، وتمسك لها أيري من القاعدة وتدسه في فمها تساعدها مما أثارني جدا ، فقبلتُ جبين مروة وتبادلنا نظرات الامتنان والعشق والعرفان ، ثم جعلتها أمها تلحس بيضاتي ، الحسي بيضاته إنها مثيرة أيضا ، ومصيها. وبدأ اللعاب المنوي التمهيدي يسيل من أيري على لسان سوسن ، وكانت تسحب أيري فيبقى خيط من المخاط بين رأس أيري وشفتيها وتتأمل هي ذلك بإثارة شديدة ثم تعيد أيري إلى حضنه الدافئ الرطب في داخل فمها. وبقيت تمص أيري لمدة طويلة جدا ، ولكنني كنت شديد البأس أقاوم القذف بكل شدة. وأخيرا أبعدتها عن أيري وشلحتها البلوزة وخليتها بالستيان الأسود وكنت بدي أنيكها بطريقة جديدة ربطت ايديها صلب عالحيط وبلشت لحوس تحت باطها يلي كان الشعر فيه غزير رغم صغر سنها وبتعرفوا لما بيختلط بحبات العرق بيصير بجنن ولساني في غزو الشعر تحت إبطيها نزلت البنتكور والكيلوت الزهري كان ما في ولا شعرة على كسها – كانت أمها موطوطاها بدم الوطواط لذلك لم يكن لديها شعر على كسها ، وكأنو لسه ما نبت شعر صرت افرك زنبورها بايدي والحس تحت باطها والبنت مية من تحت وفوق حطيت أيري بين شفارها وصرت أحركه لأنها بنت وبخاف افتحها وهي غرقانة مو حاسة . بعد قليل من دغدغة أيري بزنبورها وكسها .. أبعدتني أمها مروة عنها ، وجمعت كل محتويات الحقيبة معها ، ودخلنا كلنا إلى غرفة نومي وقالت لها : ارقدي يا حبيبتي على السرير على ظهرك.

ففعلت سوسن ، وضعت مروة في فمي بعض الكريم من البخاخ ، وقطعة فراولة وبعض الشيكولاتة ، وقالت لي مروة : قبلها ، فرقدت بهدوء فوق سوسن ، التي رفعت شفتيها في انتظار القبلة بلهفة ، وتصارع لساني مع لسانها داخل فمها وداخل فمي ، وسحقت شفتي شفتيها ، وتبادلنا المذاق الرائع للكريمة والفراولة والشيكولاتة خلال قبلتنا الأولى الملتهبة مما زاد كثيرا من إثارتنا ، وأخذت أناملي تفرك نهديها الرائعين وتداعب كسها ، ثم وضعت أمها على أيري بعض الكيك المحلى بالشراب السكري ، وألقمته لفم ابنتها سوسن مرة أخرى ، تمصه ، ثم رشت مروة بعض الكريمة ونثرت بعض الكيك المحلى بالشراب السكري على كس سوسن الناعم وعلى بزازها ، وقالت لي : هيا الحس .. مددتُ لساني ولحست نهدي وحلمتي سوسن وقفشتهما ثم وضعت رأسي بين فخذي سوسن ، وبين رجليها ، ووضعت رجليها على ظهري ، وأخذت ألحس كسها اللذيذ وزنبورها وهي تتأوه بشدة وتدفع رأسي بيدها أكثر كأنها تريد إدخاله داخل كسها ، وأخذ جسدها كله يرتجف تحتي والرعشة تأتيها مرة تلو مرة ، وأنا ألحس بجنون ، وقد غرق كسها بسوائلها ، وانتفخ زنبورها وأشفارها ، وأصبح كسها جاهزا لأول نيكة لها ، وانحنت أمها على فمها تقبلها ، قالت سوسن بعد انتهاء القبلة : شكرا يا أمي ، أحبك مووووت .. قالت مروة : وأنا كمان بحبك جدا جدا جدا يا روحي ..

نهضتُ من مكاني ووقفتُ على ركبتي متموضعا بين ساقي سوسن ، ووقفت أمها خلفي ، ورفعت لي ساقي ابنتها وأبعدتهما عن بعضهما بشدة ، ثم تناولت مروة أيري بيدها وداعبت به زنبور ابنتها سوسن وأشفار كس الفتاة المراهقة عدة مرات ، قالت لابنتها : الآن ستصبحين امرأة وتدخلين عالم النساء يا صغيرتي ، ألم خفيف لخرق البكارة ثم متعة بلا حدود طوال حياتك ، استمتعي يا روحي .. ووضعت مروة رأس أيري على بوابة كس سوسن ، ووضعت يدها الأخرى على ردفي تدفعني إلى الأمام إلى داخل مهبل سوسن ، وفعلا استجبت لها ، وأدخلت أيري وهي تقول بصوت منخفض : ببطء عليها ، بهدوء ورويدا رويدا .. وبقيت مروة خلفي تمسك قدمي سوسن الجميلتين وتمصهما في فمها بحب أمومي . دخل أيري بوصة ثم راحة وتوقف قليلا ثم بوصة ، وقد تشكلت شفتا سوسن على شكل الدائرة ، من شعورها بالامتلاء الغريب والمفاجأة ، ثم ارتطمتُ ببكارتها واقتحمتها ، فصرخت من الألم لحظة وانتهى كل شئ ، وأخيرا أيري كله بكل طوله داخل كس سوسن .. بقيتُ واقفا عن الحركة لفترة حتى تعتاد على حجم أيري ووجوده في كسها ، حتى وجدتها تحرك جسدها من تحتي تريدني أن أتحرك وبدأتُ أتحرك دخولا وخروجا ببطء أدخل أيري قليلا وأخرجه ، وبدأت سوسن تغنج عاليا ، ثم بشكل منخفض مكتوم وباستمتاع بالغ ، قالت لأمها : رائع يا أمي ، رباه ، يا إلهي ، شعور ممتع جدااااااااااااااا ، لم أحس مثل هذا الإحساس من قبل ولم أتصور وجوده أبدا ، أسطورة .. كمان يا روحي نكني كمان ، متعني كمان ، أيرك نار مولع ، مش ممكن .. أيره رهيب يا أمي ، وبيضاته الثقيلة تجنن تحت كسي .. قالت لي أمها : متعها كمان ، كماااااااااان .. وتنافست أناملي وأنامل مروة على مداعبة زنبور سوسن ، مما أوصلها للقمة والرعشة مرات لا تحصى .. وأخيرا صرختُ وأنا أقذف لبني الكثير الوفير في أعماق سوسن التي شعرت بذلك وقالت : أيوه كمان إديني لبنك كله ، آاااااااااااااااه .. ثم ارتميتُ بجسدي على جسد سوسن ورحنا في نوم عميق ، واستيقظنا بعد ساعة ، وقمتُ وخرج أيري من كس سوسن ووراءه نزل لبني على الملاءة تحتها ، ورقدت جوارها ، وعلى الجانب الآخر رقدت أمها جوارها ، فلما رأتها صحت ، قبلتها وضمتها لصدرها ، وقالت : صباحية مباركة يا عروسة ، إيه رأيك ؟ قالت سوسن : روعة يا أمه روعة .. متشكرة أوي يا أمه ، ونزلت على يد أمها تقبلها بحنان وعطف ، ثم نزلت على قدمي أمها تقبلها وتشكرها على ما منحتها من متعة أسطورية جبارة لم تر مثلها أبدا .. ثم استلقت سوسن جواري وضحكت لي وضحكت لها ، وداعبت نهدها وتبادلنا المداعبات والقبلات الخفيفة ، وتلاصقنا .. وقالت لأمها : هذا اللقاء سأسجله على تماثيلي ، آدم وحواء ، والعشاق الثلاثة أي نحن .. ضمتها أمها بحنان وقبلتها في كل مكان في وجهها ..  

Young Bride Satisfies Brother in Law

Young Bride Satisfies Brother in Law
byimagine13©

My family, my wife of one year, Katy and myself are planning a trip to see my brother Doug, stationed at the Air Force at Oklahoma City. Doug is two years older than me and a good size bigger than myself. He has always been considered the ladies man of the family. He has a fiancé now, but she is in Des Moines, and will be until the wedding next spring. To save money on the trip we’re just going to spend the three nights there sleeping at Doug’s apartment.

A week before our scheduled departure, Katy and I are in bed together when we start to fool around. We’re both horny as hell, not having had sex in over two weeks due to her period the first week and school projects the second. One thing leads to another, as could be expected, and we end up in the throws of passion. I climb on top of her twenty-three year old naked body, spreading her legs with my own. My cock finds its mark and I slowly ease into her slippery cocoon. Her vaginal walls grip my cock as I push in to the hilt. She lets out a slow, quiet moan of approval. I swing my left leg over her right leg for deeper penetration and begin my slow, deep gyrations into her body. One of my hands has the small of her back, pulling her upward so she’ll lift her hips and I can penetrate her even deeper. The other hand massages her firm 36C breasts, concentrating on the hard, eraser sized nipples. She moans again and I can tell her orgasm is imminent.

I whisper to her, “You know, I’m not going to be able to go the whole time in Oklahoma without this.”

She opens her clinched eyes and replies, “Well I’m not doing it if we’re in the same room as your parents.” She pauses for a moment to enjoy the feel of my cock inside her. “Or your sister,” she states.

“Fair enough,” I reply.

After she doesn’t continue, or mention anything about my brother, I ask “Well what about Doug?”

She hesitates, then replies sheepishly, “Well… that’s up to you.”

Now this turns me on like no other. I’ve always got off fucking Kat in public where there’s a good chance people are watching – like at public beaches or at the park. I’ve even fantasized about Katy fucking someone close to me while I watch. “Really? You’d have sex with Doug in the room?”

The pace of her hips quickens as she grabs my ass and squeezes hard. “I guess,” she replies

“But you never know, what if he saw these,” I say as I squeeze her tits in my hands as they shake back and forth from my relentless pounding.

Katy doesn’t reply verbally, she answers by exploding in an orgasm, bucking her hips wildly. Breasts heaving, teeth clenched as she squeezes my ass, pulling me into her as hard as she can. I hold out as long as possible, then explode in her womb, cumming until I’m dry. Both spent, we collapse in a naked heap.

The next night we find ourselves in the same situation. We’re passionately embraced, kissing and groping, when again the same topic arises. As she removes her white panties she whispers teasingly, “I’m not sure if we should do this, I’d almost rather wait for next week so I can cum even harder with Doug in the room.” She hardly ever talks dirty, and never unless we’re well into a good round, so this of course riles me into a frenzy. I withstand the urge to dive right in and instead lay next to her, partially on her body as my right hand slides down her skin before reaching her vagina.

“You know,” I say as I lightly roll her pussy lips between my fingers before slipping two fingers inside of her, moving them in a tight circular motion, “Doug has always asked me about those pictures I took on Bourbon Street when we all went to New Orleans. I’ve already got them scanned in to my computer…”

Without a word Katy pushes me off and leaves the bed, headed for the computer. “Where are they?” she asks.

“Here, let me sit, I’ll find ’em.”

I sit in front of the computer and open the pictures, one at a time. I open up my email and attach the files. Before I can send them Katy stops me. “Wait,” she says. I’m disappointed as I figure she’s changed her mind. She shocks me when she pushes my chair back away from the computer and, facing toward the monitor, proceeds to sit on my lap, making sure my erect cock is buried deep within her. In another surprising act she begins to type a message. “Doug- Sorry I forgot to show you these. I figured since you can’t have sex for a while you’d need some fresh material to use. What do you think? -Brian” As she types she moves her hips back and forth and in small circles. Her pace quickens and I hear her shiver as she clicks send. I can feel her juices run down my inner thighs.

After sending the pics she leans back against me, reaching down for my hands and placing them on her large breasts. She then slides her own hands down her smooth stomach to her moist patch of hair, moving her hips up and down as I try to keep from cumming. She stops upon hearing the computer make a noise. I’ve got one new message. It appears as if Doug is online now, too.

Immediately Katy opens it to read what he’s said. The message reads: “Holy shit dude. I don’t know what to say except WOW! I always was pissed I had to take Denise back to the hotel and didn’t get to see this. What a gorgeous fucking rack! To be honest, since this obviously is okay to talk about now, I’ve always fantasized about what they would look like, especially whenever she wears those tight shirts or a bikini or whatever – especially the camisoles. And they’re exactly as I’d imagined – round, big, just fuckin’ perfect. Man you got a lucky dick — literally. And thanks, this will definitely cum in handy in the coming months. Don’t be afraid to send any more!” With that Katy again begins to buck. She pants, “Do you think he’s jerking off to my pictures right now?” “I’m sure of it,” I reply. “So what’s in your mind right now? What are you imagining? Who’s cock is inside of you right now? Come on, whose, baby?”

“Oh Doug,” she moans, “Your cock is so thick Doug. Oh, uuhhhh.” She lets out a shiver and a moan as she grinds her hips into my lap, forcing my cock deep within her walls. I, too, cannot fight the unbelievable urge and grunt through my teeth as I soak the insides of her tunnel.

Friday, the day of departure, finally arrives. We take the family mini van on the five-hour drive down to Oklahoma City. My dad drives and Katy and I sleep. We get down there about dinnertime. My brother comes out and greets us warmly. We enter his apartment to put our stuff down and get cleaned up to go out to dinner. As we are waiting for the women to get ready, Doug shows me around his apartment. On the second and third levels, from the living room and Doug’s absent roommates room, huge picture windows face the pool.

“Hey nice view. Do you ever see anything… exciting?” I ask.

“Yeah, quite often actually,” Doug replies.

Just then the ladies come down the stairs. Katy wears a knee-high jean skirt and a white button down shirt with a small jean Brianet. As we walk through the parking lot to the car, I notice her breasts swaying carelessly beneath her shirt. I’m astonished as this only happens when she doesn’t wear a bra, which is very rare. In the car I sit to her left in the back seat. When I look down at her I notice instantly that she has the shirt unbuttoned three buttons, a quarter way down her tits. But as she sits the shirt kind of bubbles out, giving me a wonderful view of most of her right breast, god does it look amazing. I can see the slope at the top and the curve of the inside, almost down to her nipple. I’m instantly hard. She grins wickedly and puts her hand on my leg and gently caresses back and forth, up and down.

I lean over and whisper in her ear, “No bra?”

She leans into me and whispers back, “I forgot to pack any underwear… oops. Are you mad?”

At this point my jaw is hanging down in disbelief as I almost cum in my pants right there.

“You didn’t bring any? ” I ask in disbelief.

She just shrugs her shoulders. The sight of her naked breast coupled with the thought of her wearing a skirt with no panties makes me shake with excitement.

When we get to the restaurant I have to un-tuck my shirt to hide my erection. The restaurant is a quaint little Italian joint. Nice atmosphere, dimly lit, Italian music playing. We are seated at a booth against the back wall. I slide in first, then Katy, then Doug. My parents and sister sit on the other side. A few minutes of conversation go by when I notice Katy’s posture. As she does, she is slouched over, probably because she’s cold. But I can see that her shirt is bubbled open again, this time much more than in the van. Again I am instantly hard, my erection straining against my jeans. I can’t see much from my side, but from his angle Doug can see right down her shirt to the swell of her beautiful breast, probably including the nipple this time. In fact, with my dad being 6’4″ and leaning on the table to hear, like he does, he is probably getting a pretty good show himself, I notice he has no problem occasionally glancing at her chest. Katy seems oblivious to this, although I’m sure in her devious little mind she knows exactly what she is doing.

Wanting to call her bluff, I strike up a conversation with Doug. As we talk, both he and Katy look at me. Katy turns her head away from him to look, but doesn’t move her body at all, aside from arching her back slightly. Before I can finish the first sentence I notice Doug’s eyes wandering. To be as nonchalant as possible, he looks at something on the table first, then down at her chest, then back to me. This game of hers continues through the ordering process, much to the server’s delight; I notice he can’t stop glancing either. But when the food comes she ends it, straightening up throughout the remainder of dinner.

On the ride home I sit in the backseat to Katy’s right, Doug sits to her left like in the restaurant. The van is dark but with every passing streetlight the interior is slightly illuminated. About halfway back to the apartment we go through a construction site; the road is completely torn up. I look over and see Doug blatantly staring at Katy’s chest. I follow his eyes down and see her shirt open quite a bit. Evidently it had to have been in the parking lot after dinner, Katy undid another button, so her shirt now rested open down to her navel. I can see half of her breast from my side; I can only imagine what the other side looks like. Her breasts are bouncing up and down slightly with every bump, and swaying back and forth as my dad turns to avoid debris and holes in the road. All the while Katy stares straight ahead. I look up at Doug and he looks up at me before snapping his head forward in embarrassment. The rest of the ride back I glance at Katy’s exposed flesh whenever I get the chance, as I’m sure Doug does too.

At ten o’clock in the evening the parents and sister head for bed in the roommates bedroom. Katy says that as the weather is still warm she wants to go for a dip in the pool. “I’m game,” I say, “How ’bout you?” I ask Doug.

“Nah, that’s alright, I’m just going to watch some TV.”

“Suit yourself,” Katy says.

I quickly change and head down to the pool to wait for Katy. About twenty minutes later I see her appear from the dark stairwell into the well-lit courtyard. She is a vision in her light blue bikini; breasts resting gently within the elastic fabric, nipples making their presence known.

“Damn your hot stuff,” I proclaim as she hops in the four-foot deep pool. “But what took you so long.”

“I was just talking with Doug for a little bit.”

My cock swells as I realized that all that was between Doug’s eyes and Katy’s body while they’d talked was a thin layer of elastic fabric that was clinging tightly to her every curve — her tits fully visible, as is the small mound from her vagina, just hidden behind this acutely thin layer of blue. Not to mention the fact that he’s actually already seen what’s hidden under the bikini from the pictures she sent.

“What’d you talk about?”

“Nothing really. I just asked him if it was hard not having had sex in over a year. He said it definitely was. I might of accidentally flashed him the bottom of my tit a little bit as I adjusted my swimsuit top as we talked.” I know different of course — there are no accidents. “I told him that at least he can still jerk off, then asked him if he ever got the pictures I sent. He nervously asked what pictures. It was cute. I told him that it was me that sent the pictures of New Orleans, that I just felt bad that he didn’t get to have sex for so long and thought he deserved a treat. And I might have mentioned that I was a bit disappointed he didn’t get to see the real thing in New Orleans. I said that when I touch myself, I imagine he was there in New Orleans and that he was up close, watching as I showed my tits to everyone, that he did get to see me topless like all the other guys that were out in New Orleans that night.”

With that she grins and dives below the water to swim a couple of laps before coming over to me. She stands and wraps her arms around me for a warm hug. We stand their holding each other in the water. Slowly a tingling arises within me as I am suddenly aware of every inch of this sexy, wet woman rubbing against my body. I lean my head down and meet her lips with mine. We interlace tongues as she slides her hands up and down my back. She steps back and leans down to removes the bikini bottoms, leaving her completely nude except for the top. She tosses the small panties about twenty feet behind her and onto the cement patio.

My erection is almost painful as she glides through the water and takes the elastic of my swim-trunks in her hands and lowers them down to my knees where I willingly step out of them. She rubs my hard cock in her hand a couple of times. I glance up at the window to see if anyone is watching from Doug’s apartment.

She tells me, “Don’t worry, no one will see you. I think we can conceal you pretty well within me.” She grabs onto my shoulders and lifts herself up in the water, wrapping her legs around my waist before sliding back down and onto my awaiting shaft. I hold her in the water and gently thrust my hips as she gyrates her vagina around my steel. She releases her grip on my neck and lays herself back in the water, floating there, breasts just above the surface, arms spread to the sides sweeping gently through the water for balance. I help hold her up with my hands on her back. I slide my hands to the clasp at the back of the bikini top. She lies still and inhales deeply with excitement as I undo the latch at slowly lift the top from her body before throwing it over on the deck – so far, even, that she’s going to have to get out of the water to retrieve it. She now lies completely exposed to the world, body shimmering from the lamp above us as I thrust gently in and out of her. Out of the corner of my eye I notice movement in Doug’s apartment, a figure in the window. I don’t mention it to Katy and continue the wet dance of erotic love.

I carry her over to the edge of the pool. We are adjacent to the apartment now as she puts her elbows up in the pool gutter and lifts herself slightly out of the water. She throws her head back as I watch her breasts bounce up and down just above the surface with every one of my thrusts. Her nipples are hard from being exposed to the cool night air. She rests on her left elbow as her right hand creeps up her stomach before coming to a rest on her breast. She massages her chest as she turns her head to stare at the window to Doug’s living room. I see her face turn flush with excitement.

“He told me he wishes so bad he could’ve been there in New Orleans,” she tells me, “and that he uses the pictures almost daily. After a little digging I found out that it only takes him a few seconds to cum when he uses them. How long do you think it will take him now with the real thing before his eyes?”

She barely gets the last word out before losing her breath and writhing in my arms. She continues with her head facing the apartment as she closes her eyes and grimaces, biting her lower lip and panting in gasping breaths. With the orgasm her vagina tightens around my cock, milking it as I cum deep inside her.

She slips off of me and does a few more underwater laps in the pool before hopping out to get her towel and bikini. She stands naked to the world as she dries off her young curves. As I put my trunks back on and hop out of the pool, she wraps the towel around her body and grabs her bikini. She walks back up to the apartment with bikini in hand. I follow closely behind.

As she walks in front of me up the dark outside stairwell I run my hand up the inside of her thigh and under the towel. She is still soaking wet and I cannot resist sliding two fingers into her vagina. She stops immediately where she is and I begin to finger fuck her. I use my left hand to gently caress her leg and ass. She gets excited. Katy goes up the last few steps to the patio of Doug’s apartment. She turns toward me when she gets to the door. Under the porch light she removes the towel and leans her naked body back against the door to the apartment. I walk toward her, pushing my shorts to my knees as I walk.

She lifts her right leg to the small table next to her as I grab hold of her sweet body and impale myself on her once again. I lean back and she pushes her pelvis out, creating a gap between us so I can see her beautiful body as we fuck. I grope her tits as she again begins to cum. I pound against her soft body, causing a “Bam, bam, bam” against the door. “It should be unlocked,” I hear Doug call from inside. Katy and I laugh at the comment as I release another torrent of cum in her. I put my trunks back on and she picks up her suit and wraps the towel around her.

We walk into the apartment. Doug is on the couch watching TV. Katy is leading the way, and leads it right over to the couch next to Doug. I follow and sit next to her. She lays her hands neatly in her lap, along with the swimsuit — obviously a well-devised ploy to get Doug to notice she’s naked beneath his towel. Sopranos is on TV and we decide to watch for a bit. Kat gets more comfortable and puts her legs up on the couch and leans against me. I notice Doug looking down out of the corner of his eye. It’s apparent to me that Doug can most likely see Kat’s young pussy beneath the towel. It’s a good thing she’s laying on me because otherwise my raging hardon would be visible to everyone. After about an hour I open my eyes, realizing I’ve fallen asleep. Katy is asleep with her head on my lap. Doug has gone to bed. But I notice Katy’s towel is scrunched up around her waist, her vagina is in plain view with her legs akimbo. Could Doug see this? When did he go to bed? Did he cause this? Did he move my wife’s towel to uncover her pussy? If so, did she know about it? All questions that bring back the raging hard on I had earlier. I wake Katy up by sliding my hand down and over her pussy lips. As she stirs, she humps toward my hand and I find it easy to slip a finger inside. She slides her own hands down her stomach and over my hand. She follows my arm as if to check and see whose hand is on her. She grinds her pussy against my hand as I finger fucked her right there on the couch. She even lets me open the towel and massage her tits with my other hand. Within minutes she’s shivering and blushing her way to a powerful orgasm. I let her catch her breath before cleaning up her cum with the towel she’s wearing. When we get up to bed Doug’s on the Internet chatting with his fiance. Katy uses his bathroom to change into her pajamas, leaving the now heavily scented towel on the counter for Doug to find/use later.

Doug says we can take his futon and he’ll sleep on the floor. We accept his offer graciously. I hope to make love to Katy after Doug falls asleep, but Katy herself passes out as soon as her head hits the pillow. The next morning, though, he wakes up with a terrible backache and cramped neck. Katy suggests he go ahead and sleep in the futon with us that night, “There’s more than enough room for the three of us,” she says.

As he rubs his sore neck Doug replies, “Maybe that’d be a good idea.”

We all spend the day seeing the few sights Oklahoma City has to offer. That evening Doug, Katy and I decided we’ll go hit the bars. O.K.C. has one particular district packed with bars and we can get a cab, so we don’t have to worry about driving home drunk.

We get changed to go out. I wear khaki pants and a nice button up short-sleeved shirt with some fancy embroidery on it. Katy has on an outfit that I bought her from J. Crew. It’s a jean skirt that hangs down just past her knees that wraps/folds in the front. The shirt is a tight fitting long sleeved pink sweater, topped with a small jean Brianet. The sweater is half cashmere and half silk, leaving it semi-transparent. When I bought it for her, it was under the condition that she would always wear it sans undershirt or bra. She agreed initially, but after getting it home she realized that it was too transparent, so every time she wore it she would always wear a camisole underneath. But this time I realize that she didn’t pack a bra. I think perhaps she still might be wearing a camisole, but upon closer inspection I discover that she is not. I follow her into Doug’s bathroom and shut the door behind us. I turn her toward me and spread her Brianet apart. Sure enough, I can somewhat see the shadows that surround underneath her breasts, and I can clearly see her areolas and nipples.

“What?” she asks.

“I can’t fucking believe your wearing this like this.” I reply.

“Don’t you like it? I can change if you don’t like it.”

“Of course I like it. I love it! You’ve just never worn this shirt without anything underneath,” I say as I slide my hand under the shirt to her easily accessible large breasts. I can see the outlines of my hands as I massage her firm breasts, sensually kneading them like Dough.

“Well I would only do this on a special occasion, and I’d say a vacation is definitely special. Wouldn’t you agree? And besides, it’s nothing Doug hasn’t seen before. I.E. the New Orleans pictures. I.E. the other night at dinner, I.E. our little display last night in the pool….”

Just then Doug calls from downstairs, prompting us to hurry up. Katy slides her Brianet back on and buttons it up, concealing her chest.

By the time we get to a bar everyone seems to be out, the club is packed. We order our drinks and find a booth just off the dance floor. The crowd seems to be mostly younger, with an equal ratio of girls to guys. Doug and I sip our Citron and Sprites while Katy drinks her White Russian. Before I’m even half done with my drink Katy is headed to the bar for her second. She returns. The three of us sit there and talk, drink, and watch the people on the dance floor. A half an hour passes and Katy tells me she wants to dance.

“You know I don’t dance until I’m drunk, otherwise I just feel like an idiot. Let me have a few more and then we’ll go dance.”

Swaying to the music, as the alcohol is starting to take its affect, Katy rebuts, “But I want to dance now.”

“I’ll dance with you until he’s ready,” Doug announces.

“Go for it,” I say.

I sit and drink and watch them dance just feet from me. Katy is incredibly sexy as she bounces back and forth, running her hands up her body and through her hair. The two rub against each other periodically. She turns to face away from him, he grabs her hips as she leans forward. He grinds his pelvis into her ass.

The song fades into a familiar hit from last year. The song that goes “It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.”

Katy glances over to me as she bounces with the music. Slowly she reaches up and on the next chorus she unbuttons her Brianet before removing it altogether. She tosses it over to me, then leads Doug out into the middle of the dance floor where I can’t see them. This arouses me like no other as my mind wanders, imagining Doug discovering her shirt’s transparency.

I chug my drink and decide to join them on the dance floor. I wrap Katy’s Brianet around my waist so it doesn’t get stolen. I find them facing each other, hips pressed against one another, his hands on the small of her back pressing her into him, her hands around his neck. As they move to the beat he’s leaning back and staring down at her, throwing his gaze back and forth from her eyes to her fully visible d-cup. I sneak up behind her and reach around. Doug looks up at me as I slowly shake my head as if to say, “No no,” while I grab her tits in my hands. I press my hard cock into her ass. She leans her head back to look at me, then takes her right arm off of Doug to grab my head and pull it to hers. She reaches her tongue into my mouth without missing a beat, continuing her gyrations sandwiched between Doug and I.

The next song starts. Katy reaches down and grabs hold of Doug’s wrists, holding his hands in place as she turns 180 degrees toward me. Now his hands are on her stomach and my dick is against her crotch. We continue this through the song, bumping to the beat. The alcohol has taken its full affect on all of us as we begin to sweat on the hot dance floor. I look down just in time to notice Doug’s hands boldly slide up Katy’s stomach on top of her shirt, up the swell of her breasts to her chest, then back down to her globes. He holds them and massages them through the soft, thin material as we dance. This gets Katy riled as she pushes her pelvis hard against mine, feeling my dick press against her vagina. Katy, eyes closed, reaches up and takes Doug’s hands and places them back at her stomach, a move that surprises me and I’m sure disappoints Doug. But she doesn’t disappoint tonight — she grabs her shirt above his hands and pulls upward until his hands are resting on her bare stomach. She pulls the shirt back down over his hands. I stay close to her as to block the view of what’s going on. His hands slide back up her stomach and to her bare breasts, confining them in his grip, keeping them from bouncing around as she dances. Doug soon finds her hard nipples and slowly begins to massage them and roll them with his palms. Katy opens her mouth and clenches her teeth; I see her shiver through an intense orgasm. When she is finished Katy excuses herself to the restroom, Doug and I find a table to sit at.

“That’ll give me something to jerk off to until the wedding,” he tells me unabashedly.

“I’d fuckin’ hope so. So you liked?” I reply.

“Those were the most amazing tits I’ve ever felt. They were a good handful but still firm. And I noticed last night how well they bounce.” So he did see us in the pool.

“Dude, do you realize you just made her cum?” I ask.

“Yeah, I know,” he says nonchalantly.

Katy soon reappears and claims that she’s exhausted and wants to go home. I add that that would probably be a good idea as we pay the tab and find a cab out front. The ride home is quiet, nothing is said more than polite conversation about the town and the weather.

We get back to the apartment. Katy and I fix something to eat as Doug goes up and gets ready for bed.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that,” I mention to Katy.

“Shit, neither was I!”

“But you did enjoy it.”

“Uh, yeah,” she retorts sarcastically, “I’ve still got juices running down my leg.”

“Well you’ve done your good deed for the day.”

“Did you enjoy it?” she asks.

“Well, considering I’ve been hard since we were on the dance floor, I’d say yes.”

“I’ll have to remedy that at some point for you,” Katy tells me as she rubs my cock through my slacks.

“The sooner the better,” I tell her as I stand up from the table to go get cleaned up for bed. Without a word, Katy unzips my pants and releases my cock from its tight confines before enveloping me in her mouth. I moan in relief as I grab the back of her head. She bobs up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. My breathing quickens just before I come. She pulls off. I whimper in protest. She tucks me back into my pants and says, “Later, now go get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a bit, I want to drink some more water.”

I go upstairs and take a shower, change into fresh boxers and brush my teeth. Doug is already in bed watching TV. On my way out of the bathroom I pass Katy as she’s coming in. We stop briefly for a sensuous tongue kiss before continuing on. I shut the door behind me. After she gets in the shower I enter the bathroom to pee again. When I exit, though, I leave the door cracked just slightly. Through the crack, from bed, Doug and I have a slim view through the glass shower door. Because of the steam things are hard to see, but we can definitely make out movement and colors. Katy’s arm slips around the curtain and grabs her razor sitting on the counter. We can see as she soaps up her mound before shaving away the wild edges. She’s careful as she shaves around her sensitive lips. She sets the razor down and continues to soap the rest of her wet, young body. I’m surprised when I see her grab the removable shower head to rinse off, only to keep it spraying at her crotch for a few minutes while her other hand runs back and forth from her clit to her breasts. Ten minutes later she shuts off the water and we see a flash of her wet, naked body as she gets out of the shower. We lose sight of her from there.

Five minutes later Katy comes out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping wet, wrapped in a towel that shows a few inches of cleavage and rests about eight inches above her knees. Doug and I lie on his futon in our boxers, watching late night TV. Katy doesn’t even look at us as she walks to her black overnight bag and pulls out her pajamas. She reveals, to my amazement (as well as Doug’s I’m sure), her white nighty; it’s a small, lacy white dress with spaghetti straps, it fits snuggly around her breasts and hangs loose below her chest, it’s just long enough to cover her intimate parts.

She stands up and, turning her back to us, slips it on over her towel. Doug and I watch, speechless. Katy carefully pulls the towel out from under the thin white material. She drops the towel by the bathroom and reaches back into her bag and pulls out some lotion. With her back still to us she squirts the lotion in her hand and drops the bottle. She applies the lotion to her arms and shoulders and, judging by her arm movements, under her nighty on her breasts. She bends at the waist, grabbing the lotion from the floor. Doug and I both stare in awe as the nighty pulls up slightly, exposing the bottom of her bare ass. She doesn’t stand back up right away; instead she squirts more lotion into her hands and slowly begins to moisturize her legs, all the way up her calves to her thighs. After a few moments of rubbing her upper thighs she stands and makes a couple of swift but deliberate swipes with the lotion over her pussy before she turns around, walking toward the bed. She appears to have a mission in mind as the lace fabric actually hides nothing. We can see her tits and freshly trimmed pussy with ease.

“Scoot over,” she commands sweetly of me.

I immediately oblige. Doug scoots against the wall, I scoot to the middle, and Katy gets in and scoots against me. She quickly gets under the covers and lets out a shiver from the chill in the air. She turns to me, giving me a quick peck on the lips telling me goodnight. Katy curls herself up a little bit and closes her eyes. Doug and I resume watching the last bit of Conan, but when it’s over he shuts it off. He turns toward the wall and I toward Katy. Closing my eyes to await my dreams.

A few minutes pass. I’m on the verge of sleep when I suddenly feel Katy’s tongue slowly licking the length of my lips. My eyes flash open in astonishment. Katy is staring into my eyes, wanting me. I give a raised eyebrow of concern and a gesture toward Doug. She replies with a “eh” look on her face. Unable to contain my ever-present urge, I submit. I try to return the kiss but she pulls away and shakes her head in disapproval. Knowing that she is in control tonight, I lay still as she again begins to lick my lips. Her hand snakes down my belly, onto my awaiting shaft. She slides my penis out of the hole at the front of my boxers to keep the rustling to a minimum. After a few sensual strokes up and down my shaft Katy scoots her hips closer to me. I don’t move as she scoots her body up and lifts her hips, aligning herself with my cock. She pauses when my head penetrates her lips. I can tell right away that she is dripping wet. She slowly scoots herself down, down, down, until she has completely enveloped me. Katy lets out a shiver, but it’s not from the cool air this time.

Doug clears his throat. Katy and I freeze. For at least three or four minutes I remain motionless and hard within her soft, tight walls. She then begins slow, small gyrations, twirling me around inside her. Within seconds her body shakes as she begins her first orgasm. She lets out quick breaths and grits her teeth, shaking her hips as she cums. After the orgasm subsides Katy grabs my right hand and brings it to her breast. I slowly massage her right breast through the nighty before reaching up and lowering the thin strap off her shoulder. She bends her arm in an effort to take the strap completely off, exposing her breast. She continues her gyrations as I now begin to ever so slightly and slowly thrust myself into her. Her eyes roll back in her head as I massage the bare breast before me — no longer covered by the sheet that now rests at her waist, barely concealing our conjoined parts – rubbing my hand in small circles on her nipple. Her breast is still slippery from the lotion she recently applied. She begins to shake again and I can tell another orgasm is imminent. Suddenly she stops and gets a frustrated look in her eyes. Evidently she lost impending climax.

Katy lets out a questioning breath as she looks around. She is pondering something but I don’t know what. Before I can even react Katy reaches around and grabs hold of my back. She rolls herself on top of me and sits up. Her left breast is exposed to the world and still shiny from the lotion; her right is covered but the thin material does little to hide her erect nipple. The nighty lies against my stomach covering her pussy.

Awoken by the movement Doug rolls to his back and looks in amazement at Katy, then down at her exposed, quivering breast, then up to me, then back to Katy. Her mouth open slightly as she locks eyes with him and, continuing to move in small circles with me resting inside of her, I reach up and pull down the other side of her nighty, exposing her other beautiful, full breast. Katy closes her eyes and places her hands on my chest, squeezing her breasts together. Larger and larger the circles of her hips get. Katy lets out a slow moan, then another, slightly louder this time. I reach up and softly grope her amazing breasts. She quickens her pace. She is using her legs to move herself, so her left leg is now rubbing against Doug’s thigh. Doug reaches down to his cock, which is no longer covered by any blankets thanks to Katy’s upright position; he takes it in his right hand and rubs it up and down, staring at Katy’s marvelous tits as they sway back and forth, imagining it was himself inside her. Kat watches lustfully as Doug strokes his cock. The excitement is too much for me; just as Katy starts her orgasm I explode inside of her. I’m limp before she is even halfway done with her climax. She slouches down on me in disappointment, looking at me with a mixture of rage and lust in her eyes.

I mouth the word “Sorry” to her. She looks over to Doug when she hears that he is still masturbating furiously. She snaps a glance back to me and cocks her head inquisitively. I nod in approval. She slides off of me and throws her left leg over Doug, straddling him. With her vagina resting a few inches above his penis, Katy takes Doug’s hand from his shaft and places it at his side on her leg. His shaft bobs up and down with nervous anticipation, briefly grazing her vagina. He shoots a glance over to me as if to say, “Seriously?” I give him an approving nod as I look down to see my cum leaking out of Katy’s pussy and onto his cock. Like a pro, Katy lowers herself onto the broad side of his shaft and, with the lips of her pussy, rubs my cum all over Doug’s cock as it leaks out of her. She continues this for about a minute with a little smile on her face, trading glances between Doug and I. Then she locks eyes with him and lowers her torso down toward Doug’s body.

“But what about, like, a condom?” he asks out of obligation, I know full well that if I were not right there he wouldn’t think twice about divin in bareback.

“Don’t worry, dude, she’s on the pill,” I reply as Katy glances over to me and shoots me a naughty little grin.

“Yeah baby,” she says to Doug, “just cum as deep as you want. I want you to plant your seed deep inside.”

She balances herself with her arms on either side of Doug’s head as she places her left breast at his mouth. “You’ve wanted to suck on these since we got here, haven’t you?”

“I’ve wanted to suck on these since I met you,” he replies. He flicks his tongue over her nipple and reaches up to rub her soft, smooth hips. He breaks from sucking on her tit long enough to add, “Every tit I’ve sucked or felt since I met you, I’ve imagined were yours. Even when you guys started dating when you were 15. I’ve always loved your tits” With this she reaches down with her left hand and aims Doug’s eight straight inches at her slit.

She replies, “I’d be lying if I said I’d never imagined how this would feel,” and in one fluid motion Katy glides down onto his shaft. I can see his shaft split her lips as he penetrates and disappears within her. Together they let out a moan of satisfaction. She sits up, letting her full weight rest on his lap, his penis pushing past where mine has ever gone. She bites her bottom lip and grimaces as if trying to painfully adjust to the new depths being reached. He can feel her warmth envelope his hard cock. Their pubic hair is pressed together as he has disappeared inside of her completely. She leans back, resting her hands just above Doug’s knees. This pushes her breasts out toward us and his cock against her g-spot. She knows this is my favorite position and is sure to know that this is driving me crazy right now. By now she has gotten visibly hot as beads of sweat form on her bare chest; her large, pert breasts glisten even more now in the light streaming through the blinds. Doug takes his hands and runs them up Katy’s bent knees, up to her stomach, doing half a sit-up to reach her breasts, which he massages tenderly but eagerly in his hands. His stomach is tight as he leans up, encouraging Katy to gyrate forward, massaging her clit against him.

I go over to his desk and retrieve Katy’s digital camera. She’s so lost in the moment I’m not even sure if she notices me get back on the bed and photograph her in the throws of passion. “Click,” her succulent breasts and face. “Click,” zoomed in on her vagina with another man’s cock lodged within. “Click,” zoomed out, her full body with Doug’s hands squeezing her breasts. I switch the camera to movie mode, push play, and hand the camera to Doug. He takes about 30 seconds of video of my wife riding his cock.

By now I’m hard as a rock again, I set the camera down and begin rubbing my meat, hoping I don’t cum too soon. Katy moves her hips forward and back, forward and back. As Doug lies back down he lets his left hand rest on her knee and uses his right to massage her mound. This sends Katy over the edge. She lets go of his legs and slouches over him. Her back hunched over, her face rubbing against his, her breasts lightly grazing his chest as they sway. She moves her whole body to swirl Doug’s shaft around within her, hitting all the sensitive areas in her vagina. Doug responds with slow, methodic thrusts upward, watching her face and her body contort as she cums. Katy is no longer able to contain herself as she bounces her body rapidly on his cock. Small ripples move along her ass as she pounds Doug’s cock. She tilts her head back and releases a loud, lasting moan as her heated walls tighten around Doug’s cock. She finishes her climax and collapses onto Doug, her breasts are beautiful as they’re smashed against another man’s chest, spilling out to the sides.

Katy lifts her head up to look at Doug as she says, “Your turn now, I’m done.” She then kisses him fully on the mouth, smashing her tongue into his. This lasts a good thirty seconds while he gropes her sides and ass, before she finally breaks away.

I scoot away to give them some room as Doug rolls her onto her back, still buried deep inside of her. He sits up on his knees and grabs her hips to pull her against his body, burying himself to the hilt again before sliding a pillow under her ass to keep her elevated. He then bends her knees, pushing her legs up toward her head. She bends her legs accordingly and lifts her ass up slightly to receive him fully. As he pushes his cock into my wife’s cunt as deep as it’ll go, Katy grimaces with pain as she has never been touched so deeply before. With that he pulls himself almost completely out of her vagina, then ever so slowly slides it back in. He continues this for about a minute before Katy grabs his ass, prompting him to fuck faster. I sit up and face Katy. I bend down and take her bouncing breast in my mouth. While my right hand is busy jerking myself off, my left ventures down to her mound. While Doug pumps her body, audibly forcing the air from her lungs, I rub circles just above her pussy, stimulating her clit.

“Hand me that camera,” Doug tells me.

I sit up and get the camera for him. Doug switches the camera to movie mode and as he slowly shafts her pussy Doug he hits record. He pans from her face down, holding momentarily at her quivering chest before moving south to her stuffed vagina. He holds the camera there for a minute as he slowly pumps in and out of her pussy. He hands me the camera and tells me to keep recording as he lays down on top of her, beginning slow, methodic gyrations deep within her walls. “Now this will give me something to jerk off about until the wedding. Shit, even after the wedding,” Doug adds.

I record a few more minutes of him riding her, sucking her tits and pulling her hair before putting it down and tending to my own self. Another five minutes pass before Katy has the strength built up for yet another mind-blowing orgasm. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth as the walls of her pussy contract around Doug’s meat. She humps herself against each of his thrusts.

He can’t hang on any longer. Doug tenses up. “Oh fuck Katwoman,” he grunts – this is a nickname he gave to her years ago. Katy, realizing that he’s about to cum she wraps her legs around his ass and pulls him hard against her. Doug squeezes her right tit with one hand as he sticks the tip of his finger in her asshole. He sucks hard on her left nipple as he tenses up and shoots his seed deep within her youthful womb. Realizing what’s happening I, too, cum all over Katy’s face as she writhes in ecstasy. Doug and I both collapse on the bed. Katy gets up to go take a quick shower to clean off. When she returns she does not dress. She lies between us naked. I roll to my left; Katy spoons me from behind, and Doug spoons her from behind. We all fall asleep almost immediately.

I wake up the following morning in the same position as I fell asleep, with Katy spooning me from behind, but now the bed is shaking. Katy’s right arm reaches down as her hand grasps my cock. I turn my head to see Doug spooning her, fucking her from behind. She’s pulls herself tight against me. I can feel her breasts smashed against my back. The hand job she’s giving me feels incredible, but she soon loses concentration and grasps without stroking. I remove her hand, placing it on my chest. I place my own hand on my cock and begin to rub vigorously. Katy grasps at my chest and bites my lower neck as she moans through her first orgasm of the day. When it subsides she lifts her head up and whispers into my ear with a shaky voice, “My birth control is with my underwear.”

At first I’m confused. What the fuck was she telling me this for, so her pills were… oh. Oh! Her birth control is back in Columbia! She hasn’t been on it in over four days then. I almost cum at the thought.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me, “my period isn’t for another four days.”

Four days! That means she’s ovulating. Fuck me!

I continue to rub myself but can’t manage well because I’m curled up and being scooted off the bed. I reluctantly get up and move to Doug’s computer chair. I swivel toward the bed and continue to rub my shaft. There before me is my beautiful wife curled up on her side, getting ravaged from behind by my brother.

Doug’s hands have found their way around her — one rubbing her groin and the other kneading her breasts. She opens her eyes and looks at me. She mouths the words “I love you.” I mouth back “I love you too.”

She then shuts her eyes to concentrate on the sex at hand. As her left leg lays pressed against the bed, she pulls her right knee upward, resting the bent leg on the bed. Now I can see Doug’s cock sliding in and out of her, shiny from her juices. His meat slides back and forth as her hips hump back to try and meet his advances.

“Time to get up!” my mom yells from just outside the room.

“‘kay!” I yell back, hoping she doesn’t open the door to find Doug pounding my wife from behind and me watching with my dick in my hand.

“Hurry up, we want to go grab some breakfast!” she continues.

“We’re cumming!” Doug yells as he grips Kat’s chest.

Katy turns her head around to face him, staring into his eyes with her face contorted in agonizing ecstasy as she whimpers audibly, “Yeah, we’re definitely cumming!” before pressing her mouth into his. She humps her pelvis back hard with her own juices mixing with Doug’s as he cums deep in her fertile body. Seeing this before me I can’t help blow my load all over my chest and stomach. Katy’s the first to get up. As she walks to the bathroom gripping her vagina to prevent leakage, she passes by me and gives me a sweet, loving kiss on the mouth.

That day Katy wears a tight green t-shirt and khaki skirt that rests just above her knees — her nipples apparent 90% of the time. We visit the Air Force base Doug works on. He’s telling us about a simulator they use to play war games. He can show us how it works, but must do it one at a time. He shows my parents, then my sister, then Katy and finally me. When Katy comes out I notice her face is flushed and she’s holding her legs together fairly tight. She excuses herself to the restroom.

When I get in there the room reeks of sex. I ask him, “Did you guys go at it again? You were only in here for five minutes.”

“How do you expect me not to? She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had! Those perfect tits and that tight, warm pussy. I can’t keep my hands and mouth off ’em”

“This room is tiny, how’d you manage it in here?”

“Well, it happened like this. When we got in here I bent over the console to start the simulator. About a minute later she grabs my hand and turns me around. She’s lifted up her shirt and it rests above her tits. She takes my hand and places it on her breast. I massage it passionately as we begin to kiss. She unzips my flight suit down as far as it would go and reaches in the hole of my boxers and pulls out my cock. I turn her around and push her against the console. She hikes her skirt up and hopps up on it. Does that girl ever where panties?”

“Not on this trip,” I answer, “She told me she left them all back in Columbia.”

“That’s fuckin’ awesome. Well anyway, that’s how it happened. She was sitting on the console hunched over with her tits out and holding her legs back as I leaned over and licked up her pussy for a minute to get her good and wet – letting my tongue barely split the folds of the lips, ya know? By the way, she tastes amazing – I wouldn’t mind having that for dinner every night. She kept her legs apart and used her hands to smash my head into her crotch. It was fucking awesome. I couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up. I slid right into her. It only took a minute or two for us both to cum once I was inside her.”

“Your ass is getting laid more than me! And by my own fucking wife no less!”

He shrugs. I shrug too. We leave and all go have lunch.

After lunch my mom and sister want to go do some shopping. My dad wants to take a nap. Feeling like a kid staying up late to watch Cinemax my heart begins to flutter with anticipation of what’s surely to come. We get back to the apartment, my mom and sister leave and my dad goes in for his nap. Doug’s talking on the phone to his fiancé while Katy and I head up to his bedroom.

I go into the bathroom to pee, and when I come out Katy is laying on Doug’s bed stark naked, legs akimbo.

“And whom might you be waiting for?” I ask.

“A cock,” she replies, “Whoever is first inside me wins.”

“Well it’s a good thing my dad didn’t walk in.”

“Ooo that could be fun!” she laughs.

She watches me as I strip down and practically dive on top of her. When I reach down and feel her cunt she is dripping wet. I waste no time and slide my cock in her. She moans to the penetration. I’ve had so much sexual tension building that I just start pounding her — hard. Her tits are bouncing up and down as I shaft her. She squeezes my ass and bites my shoulder and neck.

Doug walks in, I don’t even look at him. I whisper to Katy, “Look him in the eyes while I fuck you.” I then throw my left leg over Katy’s thigh and slide myself partially off her so her body is exposed as I fuck her. I run my tongue all around her breast, while she looks lustfully over at Doug, who is now naked and touching himself in his computer chair.

“I wanna move,” Katy tells me.

Without a word I get off of her and give her some space so she can move to whatever position she wants. She gets on all fours and faces Doug.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she says.

I scoot behind her and point my piece toward her vagina. I slip in with no problem and again begin to pound her. I straighten my back and hold onto her ass as I stuff her from behind. Her tits sway beneath her while she looks Doug in the eyes, occasionally breaking glance to watch his hand on his cock.

Five minutes pass before Katy says, “Hold up,” to me and stands up off the bed. She walks over to Doug and, brushing the hair from her face, kneels in front of him. She takes his hand off his cock and scoops up his rod with her tongue. I watch impatiently as she bobs up and down, using one hand to rub his stomach and chest and the other to finger herself as she controls his cock with her mouth. She licks greedily up the underside and around the head. Just when he starts to moan she takes her mouth off of him and pinches his dick so he can’t cum.

She turns and looks at me as she raises her ass up in the air, offering herself to me. I get up and kneel behind her, placing my dick at her sopping entrance. I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy before I even come in contact with her. As I penetrate her she coos softly. I start to work in and out, forcing myself to keep it slow for her benefit.

As I continue my work, she returns her attention to Doug’s cock. I hear a moan periodically leak out of her stuffed mouth. I lean over her enough to grab her swinging tits. She starts to shake her hips. As she starts to cum she sucks harder and deeper on Doug’s cock. I watch his dick as it disappears almost entirely into her mouth. His face is stricken with ecstasy as he shoots his cum into Katy’s mouth. Somehow I manage to refrain from also cumming but stop shafting her to let her rest.

She gives their orgasms a minute to subside before looking back at me and, with cum rolling out of the corner of her mouth, say “Okay, you did good. Go lay down now.”

I follow her orders. She stands up and walks over to the bed, reaching up with her finger to scoop the cum off her chin and inserting it into and around her pussy. She crawls up and straddles me. She lowers herself onto my rigid pole until I’m all the way in. She sits up and starts to rock, back and forth, side to side. Katy reaches down, takes my hands, and places them on her breasts. Doug just watches as she works me around within her. I’ve been building up too long and can no longer take it. The physical pleasure mixed with the thought of my newly uninhibited sex kitten, willing to expose herself to someone other than me proves too powerful a combination. I explode inside of her. She gyrates until I go limp, at which point she lays on my chest and, to my surprise, falls asleep. I just reach over and pull the blanket over us. Doug cleans up and goes downstairs for something to eat. Kat and I rested for about a half hour before dressing and joining Doug downstairs. The family soon returned and we commenced with the daily activities.

The final night of our stay is upon us. I take a long hot shower to unwind from the day. When I walk out of the bathroom I see they’ve started without me. Katy is on top of Doug with his cock in her mouth and her pussy in his. I can hear slurping as both of them suck and kiss and lick each other. Doug is naked but Katy has on her black see-through teddy with hot pink trim, and no panties of course. The sheer material is bunched up above her ass.

My dick is instantly hard at the site. I get on the bed and watch my brothers tongue massage my young wife’s cunt. I can see her glistening lips and I know she’s primed for a heavy orgasm.

“You just concentrate on workin that clit,” I whisper to Doug. I stand on my knees and scoot up behind her. Doug already has her legs and ass parted with his own hands, so I rest my hands upon her hips and slowly open her up with my cock. I work my tool in and out excruciatingly slow. Katy starts to wiggle her hips around as she begins to cum. I see her head moving up and down on Doug’s cock with more fervor as she enters ecstasy. Apparently between her moaning and sucking, Doug’s getting one hell of a blow because he starts to grunt as he cums down her throat. Katy falls silent. I can see she’s abandoned Doug’s spent cock and now bites her lip as she cums all over my cock and Doug’s mouth. Her pussy squeezes my dick hard and I can’t help but cum once again.

Katy again sleeps naked between us. I think at one point I wake in the middle of the night to them fucking again, but I’m so exhausted by this point, I’m not even sure if it’s real or a dream, so I dismiss it and return to my slumber.

After breakfast the next morning we pack up to leave. I upload the pictures from the digital camera onto Doug’s computer in a file simply named “Inside Katy.”

Doug tells us all goodbye and wishes us a safe journey before we head out to the van. We all pile in when Katy exclaims, “Oh crap! I forgot my notebook.”

“Do you remember where you left it?” I ask.

“No. It’s somewhere in the apartment. I’ll be right back.” She jumps out of the van and runs back to the apartment. I watch her run and admire the way her loose, flowery skirt sways back and forth.

We all wait for what seems like forever. We pass the time watching tenants come and go. Children must be playing by the pool as we can here them screaming. About fifteen minutes pass. I get up to go check on her just as Katy returns. She has her notebook in hand as she hops in the back seat with me. I notice her face is flush and her hair is disheveled. She has that glow to her too, that after sex glow. My interest is piqued.

We lay down facing each other in the back seat for what I think is to be a nap. But in a successful attempt to tease me beyond recognition, Katy whispers what happened back at the apartment as we lie together in the backseat of the van.

“I went back in to grab the notebook off the dining room table, right where I told Doug I’d leave it. He was sitting at a chair at the table with his pants around his ankles and his stiff cock in his hand. I felt bittersweet at the sight — knowing the satisfaction I was about to receive, but also that this was to be the last encounter like this. So I walked right up to him and straddled his legs. I lifted the skirt to my stomach with my right hand. Before I could sit he stopped me, admiring my exposed vagina. I let him look for a second, and even give me a kiss or two down there. I tell you, if you would let your brother give you some lessons on eating out, you’d get to a LOT more often. He does this thing with his tongue, just barely splitting my lips and grazing my clit, it drives me mad. Anyway, then I spread my by now dripping pussy with my left hand. I sat down slowly onto his rigid pole. I was so wet but still had to make circles with my hips to get him inside me; he’s so thick. “

At this point in the story Katy grabs my hand and places it on her upper, inside thigh. I move my hand up her leg and before I even get to her pussy feel wetness on her skin. It’s thick and sticky. I move on up to her hot hole. The excess of cum leaking out makes it easy to slid two fingers up her. She gasps, then continues her story as I very slowly finger fuck her.

“Knowing we didn’t have much time I started riding him like crazy. I bucked back and forth. I was completely lost in the feeling of his thick cock. I didn’t even notice him take my shirt off. So there I am, riding him as he sits there. I’m wearing my socks and shoes, and my skirt around my waist. He places his hands at the small of my back as I lean back. I arch my back and lean my head upside down, my stomach stretched and my tits facing the sky. I can’t do much at this point but wiggle my hips, but it turns me on to know that he’s seeing my naked body. Doug kisses my chest just below my breasts.” She traces his path with her finger. “I lean back up slowly and his tongue stays glued to me. He leaves a wet trail as his tongue slides across my breast and up my neck before reaching my open mouth and awaiting tongue. We kiss deeply and passionately before I break it off to concentrate on moving my hips around. He uses the time wisely and feasts on my tits while his hands roam my naked, gyarating torso. I swear, all of the men in my life, especially you Bell men, seem to love my tits. I’ve caught every one of you staring at them at least ten times on this trip. Although your dad’s probably looked more than both of you combined, but he hasn’t seen them naked quite as many times, although I’m sure my dad probably has. Hell, he’s probably seen them more than you have. Can’t say I don’t enjoy it though. No quicker way to get all wet in my panties than catching a guy staring at my tits. Anyway, back to the story. As he suckled the nipple on my right breast he bit it softly between his teeth. It hurt a little bit but at the same time sent fierce tingles through my body. I couldn’t handle myself as I screamed out loud.”

“That was you?” I asked in astonishment, “We all heard that, we thought it was some kids or something.”

“Oops. Yeah, I guess that was me. So anyway, I continue this mind-blowing orgasm as my whole body tenses up. A feeling of naughtiness rips through my body as I bounce up and down on Doug’s cock. My tits bounce in front of his face as I urge him, ‘Fuck me, Doug! Fuck my swollen pussy before I go get back in the car with your brother. You like to fuck Katwoman don’t you? Don’t you? Oh. Oh fuck. That’s right fuck me hard. Cum inside me. You like that I forgot my birth control don’t you?’

“‘You what?’ he asked as he pulled back.

“I said, ‘Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that to you?’ I stopped moving and relished in the feeling of him resting deep within me.”

“‘Shit Kat! We gotta stop. Let me get a condom on,’ he said.”

“‘I don’t like condoms. I can’t feel your contours of your big cock when you wear a condom. And besides, it’s a little late now, you must’ve pumped at least a quart of cum in me this weekend.’

To see that she gets her way Katy resumes her movement, rocking back and forth on Doug’s lap, leaning forward to brush her chest against his.

“‘Uhhhggg,’ he groaned under me as I started to really try to grip his cock again.

“‘Besides, don’t you find it naughty? You could make me pregnant right here. We could be making… oh fuck… a baby together right now…. Oh fuck! That’s right.’ He started to meet my gyrations with upward thrusts. ‘Cum deep, baby, make me pregnant. I’m so fertile right now. My period is in just a couple of days and I got off the pill two weeks ago when I heard we were coming down to see you. I came down here with the plan to get as much of your hot cum in my pussy as possible. Don’t you wanna be a daddy? Fuck me daddy. Come on Doug, fuck me! Put your hot seed in Katwoman’s belly. It’s been waiting for it. Cum deep. Give me a little baby in my belly. Ah your cock feels so strong and hard.’

“I don’t know what came over me; I had gone crazy. But evidently he liked it because his hands gripped my back tightly and his face contorted. I knew he was about to cum so I sat completely down on him and just worked his cock all around within me. At that point I could actually feel his cum basting my womb.”

Katy stops the story and shuts her eyes. She shudders. I feel her cum on my fingers as I slowly twist them inside of her. When her orgasm subsides I remove my fingers and she continues.

“We sat there reeling for a moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned back to look at him with his softening cock still in me. He took the opportunity to look down at my chest just like you do.

‘Damn I’m going to miss this body,’ he says.

“I told him, ‘Well you will need a stripper at your bachelor party won’t you?’

‘Are you serious, you’d do that?’ he asks me.

‘Only if we get to have a private session after I’m done entertaining your friends.’

‘But it’s more than friends, you’d be stripping in front of dads and friends and everybody.’

‘You don’t think they’d like my body as much as you do?” I replied.

“Of course they would. But wouldn’t you feel strange stripping in front of my dad and yours?”

“Na, your dad has seen pictures of me naked before. Brian accidentally left some he had taken of me on your dad’s digital camera — mostly of my tits, but a few of my pussy too. From after an anniversary dinner one night back when we were just dating – I wore a blue and black dress out to dinner with no panties or bra on. Afterward, at that house I lived at on campus I let Brian take some pictures of me. Well, when he returned the camera, even though he says he deleted all the pictures, somehow your dad happened upon them. I’m sure he probably enlarged them at the self service machine at Walgreens and jerks off to them constantly.

“And my dad sees me naked all the time. At my house we’ve always left the bathroom door open when we shower and change. All our lives I suppose. Sometimes we even still, when it’s really hot, walk around the house topless in the summer, since we don’t have air conditioning. And one morning when I was a senior in high school I was playing with myself on my bed with my door open I saw him through the crack of the doorway watching me. I’ve never cum so hard by myself as I did that day. I made sure to kick all the blankets off me and spread my legs apart wide as I fingered myself. Two fingers were in my cunt as my other hand was massaging my mound. It was absolutely amazing. And I’ve had dreams of Brian and I fucking with my dad watching through the window. I don’t know the significance of that but I always cum so hard during those dreams.”

“With that comment I could feel his soft dick growing in my body. He couldn’t even reply. He held onto my ass and back and stood up. I wrapped my legs around him and held myself tight against his cock. We kissed passionately for a second before he laid me down on the dining room table and started to fuck me slowly. He watched as with each thrust my tits bounced toward my head.

“Okay, but under one condition,” Doug said.

“What’s that?”

“You can strip for me, but I don’t want a private session.”

“What? Why not?” I asked, a bit irate.

“Oh I still want a session, just not a private one.”

“Oh I see, naughty boy. I’d better have a few drinks before I do anything that crazy.”

“‘What if I can’t wait till then?’ he asked me.

“With a burning in my cunt I replied, ‘Oh I think we could work something out. This is all assuming anyway that I’m not showing by your bachelor party.”

“He leaned down and sucked on my right nipple. It sent an electric shock through my body. I moaned and told him, ‘You know, Columbia is on the way to Des Moines, maybe you could stop in on your way to see Liz.’ He quickened his pace and started fucking me hard. Brian I tell you, I came all over his dining room table. I panted to him ‘Oh fuck, Oh fuck. And on the way back from Des Moines too I guess.’

“He stood back up and continued the assault on my vagina. ‘You guess?’ he asked.

“Fuck…. Fuck… ‘ I panted. ‘Okay, you should definitely come up… as soon as possible…. For a few days!’ I told him how you worked and stayed in Kansas City most nights, so we could have the apartment to ourselves.”

‘That sounds like a plan. Uuuhhggg,’ he spilled another load in me.

We remained there before he leaned down and kissed me deep in my mouth. Our tongues danced and our breath became one.

He broke away, ‘You’d better get back,’ he said as he pulled his soft dick out. A line of his cum came with it.

‘Yup, ‘ I said as I hopped off the table, through my shirt on, gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed my notebook and ran back out to the van.”

I press my body tightly against hers as we lie there, and from the pressure alone I begin to cum in my pants. I leave it as it’s concealed beneath the denim.

As soon as we get to our apartment that night we head straight to the computer to download the pictures from the weekend. As I open them one at a time the memories come flooding back for the both of us. I have her put on a pair of lacy panties, not telling her why, but having her sit on my lap as we scroll through the pictures and I massage her pussy. She cums twice in the panties before I finally take them off to impale her myself. In the throws of passion she asks me what was with the panties. I tell her that I intend to mail them to Doug tomorrow so that he can smell them, imagining her pussy as he jerks off to her pictures. She begins to buck as she cums at the thought. She cums at least three times before finally passing out in an exhausted, sticky heap. After four sessions of her moaning “Doug” and me replying with grunts of “Katwoman”, Katy evidently tires — at least temporarily — of the thought of Doug.

I enter her for our final round of the night. My erect cock slides effortlessly into her stretched vagina. I lean down and lick up her body, from under her right breast, across the valley that divides the tits, up her neck and to her ear as I dig into her forcefully with my meat. “Ungh,” she grunts, “Oh, Cal, I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“Cal?” I reply. She grits her teeth and nods emphatically with her eyes shut tight — an image of Cal’s naked body floods her mind like a film projector on a white screen..

“Well then. I think we can work with this,” I proclaim as I roll us over so she ends up in the cowboy position on top of me. I push her shoulders lightly so she knows that’s the position I want her to stay in. As she grinds down on my aching cock I reach over to the nightstand with my left hand and grab my cell-phone. I flip it open and turn on the camera. I get Katy in focus, from just below her breasts to the top of her head.

“Lock your fingers together and rest them above your head,” I tell her. Without a word she complies — she even lowers her head to her right, letting her lips part and a determined look wash across her face. I take a picture of this, getting her face, down past her tits to her stomach. Then another from above her breasts all the way down to my own stomach, my cock hidden deep within her curves, exposing her trimmed bush. I proceed to send one to Cal and John, not telling Katy which one I’m sending. “I just sent that to Cal, he should see it when he wakes up in a few hours.” Katy holds her body still and begins to shake as her hips move in tight circles. “Oh and I wasn’t sure, but just to cover all our bases I sent one to John too.”

“Which one did you send?” she spits out as her cum runs down my balls.

“You may never know,” I tease. “Although I suppose if you were feeling really tenacious you could just ask them. Why? Which one did you want me to send?”

She slows down from her climax, takes her right hand from the top of her head and places it just above her breast, proceeding to slide it down her body, making sure to go all the way under until she touched my penetration.

“What if I sent one to each?” I inquire.

“Who got my pussy?” she answers.

“I think the bigger question is, who will be getting your pussy?”

Your Husband is Fucking My Wife

Your Husband is Fucking My Wife
byLynnGKS©

When the doorbell rang I thought it was Fed Ex, because I was expecting a package from Mom. I was surprised to see Phil Stanley standing there when I opened the door.

“Come in Phil. What brings you out this morning?”

I smiled at him but he didn’t smile back. He looked very serious.

“We need to talk Sandy. Can I come in?”

I opened the door wide and showed him into the living room. He looks like the bearer of bad news, I thought. What the hell is this all about? He sat in Don’s big chair and I sat on the couch.

Phil and his wife Linda had been our friends for years. They are both around thirty-five, about the age of Don and me. Linda was a CPA and always did our taxes. My husband worked with an investment firm that often recommended Linda’s accounting firm to their clients. Don and Phil played golf together at the Atlanta Country Club and we socialized with them frequently.

“I have some very disturbing news,” Phil said.” I don’t know how to tell you.”

“What is it?” I asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

“It’s complicated. I just confirmed it this morning when I got the final report from a private investigator I hired.”

“Private investigator?” I asked. What was this all about I wondered?

“I … I don’t know how to say this,” he said, stuttering.

What was it? I was getting impatient at his reluctance to tell me.

“Just say it straight out,” I said.

He looked down at the floor, then up at me and made eye contact. It was like he was collecting himself to say something very bad.

“Your husband is fucking my wife!”

A chill went through my entire body and I gasped. No way could Don be fucking Linda. My God! We’d been their friends for years!

“I don’t believe you,” I shouted. “Who in hell told you such a boldfaced lie?”

He didn’t answer my question. He just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business size envelope that contained several pages of single spaced typescript and a single glossy photograph. He handed me the photograph.

I looked at the picture and my heart almost stopped. There was Don on top of Linda in bed supporting his weight on his extended arms. Her legs were spread wide and her feet were high in the air. Both were naked. My husband was fucking his wife! I just held it between my thumb and forefinger and stared at it.

“That was taken off of a video,” he said. “I’ve got more like it, but this is the best one showing both their faces. I have a list of times and places, mostly motels around town, with pictures of them going into motel rooms together. My investigator paid a motel clerk to let him place a motion activated video camera and then assign them to the room with the camera when they checked in. It was not cheap!”

“How long has this been going on?” I asked softly. I was horrified by this news.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I got suspicious when I couldn’t reach Linda several afternoons and had a couple of hang-up phone calls plus some strange behavior on her part and I hired an investigator a month ago. They do it in motels about twice a week. They rotate the motels and my investigator put a camera in one and waited till they used it.”

I just sat there stunned.

“Where is Don?” Phil asked.

“Don left for Nashville this morning,” I said.

“Linda is attending an accountants convention in Memphis,” he said. “A short drive from Nashville. Don is smart. He’ll book a hotel in Nashville and then join his ladylove this afternoon. I’m gonna drive up there and catch them in the act.”

I made up my mind quickly.

“I’ll join you,” I said. “Let me pack a bag.”

I read the investigator’s report on our drive from Atlanta to Memphis. It documented everything that Phil had said. I sat in the car wondering what I was going to do. I could not understand why Don would do this. After an hour or so I started to get angry. The bastard was still fucking me like always. He had simply added a little strange stuff to his schedule.

We arrived at the convention hotel about four-thirty. I sat in the lobby where I would not be seen if Linda or Don walked through. Phil went to the front desk. His plan was to check in as Linda’s husband and upgrade the room to a double. He used the same American Express black card Linda had used. I watched him talk to the receptionist and show his ID and credit card. The receptionist punched a few keys and handed him a key card.

“That was easy,” he said as he joined me. “Let’s get out of here till dinner time.”

We drove off and checked into another hotel, unpacked, and changed clothes. We got an early light dinner and then headed for the convention hotel. Figuring they would use the darker, more expensive dining room for their dinner we carefully positioned ourselves to watch the exit. After an hour or so we saw them come out separately and head for the elevator.

“I don’t know about you Sandy,” Phil said, “But I want to catch them doing it.”

“Me too,” I said.

“How long after dinner does Don wait before he wants to fuck?”

I chuckled. “It depends on how horny he is. If he’s horny he has one drink and then he’s ready.”

Phil looked at his watch. “It’s eight-thirty now. Give him a half hour for his drink and another half hour for some undress show and tell and by nine-thirty he ought to be in the saddle banging away.”

And that’s what we did. At nine-thirty we went up to the room and listened at the door. I was sure I heard the sounds of combat. Phil slipped that key card into the slot and eased the door open. We slipped in quietly.

The foot of the bed faced the door. Only a small lamp on the bedside table dimly lighted the room. They were fucking missionary. Lynda’s legs were widespread and high in the air. Don was supporting his weight on his extended arms exactly as I had seen in that ugly picture. Don was banging away and Lynda was grunting like a whore. They had no idea that we were in the room.

Phil took my arm and made a shush motion putting his finger to his lips. He led me over to the couch and we sat down and watched them fuck. They were grunting and moaning and very few words were audible except Lynda kept saying,”Yessss. Do it! Fuck me!” between grunts.

They were fucking hard for their orgasms and Linda came first followed shortly by Don. They collapsed together panting for air and sweating. They had no idea Sandy and I were sitting a few feet away watching them.

“Damn that was good,” Don said. “That’s a lot better pussy than I get at home.”

“Better than I get too,” Lynda said. “You’ve got more energy than Phil.”

Don eased off of her and reached over to get his drink from the bedside table. That’s when he saw us sitting on the couch. His face registered total shock.

“Sorry you don’t like the pussy you get at home,” I said. “You won’t be getting any more of it in the future.”

Lynda screamed in surprise and quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness. Don covered his genitals with the sheet and sat on the side of the bed. I walked to the door and turned on the overhead light.

Then I walked over to the refreshment center and opened the door.

“Phil, there are a couple of miniatures of scotch and one of Jack Daniels in here. Can I fix you a drink?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ll take a scotch-rocks.”

I proceeded to mix his drink and mine and as I walked over and handed Phil his I turned to a naked Lynda who was sitting up clutching the sheet tightly under her chin.

“Would you like a drink Lynda?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lynda screamed. “Get out of this room! We’re naked!”

“Yes Lynda, I saw that when I came in. If it bothers you why don’t you get out of bed and get dressed. Your husband has seen you naked I suppose. And my husband too, for that matter.”

“Get out!” Lynda screamed.

“Lynda,” I said calmly. “Your husband checked into this room this afternoon and upgraded it to a double. He’s got as much right to be here as you have.”

Then I walked over to the bed with a miniature of Jack Daniels, Don’s favorite whisky, and removing the cap I freshened his drink sitting on the bedside table. Then I returned to the couch and sat down next to Phil.

“Now we have our drinks,” I said. “Let’s all have a nice friendly conversation starting off with when this affair started.”

“Don’t say anything Lynda,” Don said. “We need to talk to a lawyer.”

“Truer words were never spoken,” I said. “And Don, he better be a damn good lawyer! I intend to take you for everything you have. Phil tells me that the video of you two fucking is good enough to be a feature film on the porn channel.”

“VIDEO,” Lynda screamed. “Of us fucking?”

“Don,” I said. “Get up out of bed and put your pants on. Then pack your stuff and drive back to that hotel in Nashville.”

“How did you … ” he began.

‘A lucky guess Don,” I said with a chuckle. “You’re too smart to be in the same city at the same time as Lynda. Of course you’re not as smart as Phil here. Phil figured it all out and got the evidence for our lawyers.”

Don finished off his entire drink in a couple of swallows and got up and headed for the closet naked.

“Check out that little peter Lynda,” I said. “Not very impressive when he gets scared is it? And believe me you little whore, my husband is scared shitless right now. And you ought to be just as scared as he is.”

Phil got up and walked to the closet and got a big white fluffy robe that luxury hotels have for their guests. He walked over to the bed and pulled a naked Lynda out and helped her put on the robe. I looked at her body and saw nothing better than my own. What the hell, I thought. Don liked it.

“Everybody get comfortable,” I said. “And lets talk. Phil why don’t you tell them what your lawyer said?”

“The bottom line,” Phil said, “is that with the reports of the private investigator and that video, any lawyer worth having will tell them to settle and if we don’t ask for the moon they will settle without a trial.”

Lynda was sitting next to Don on a small love seat. How appropriate I thought! Phil and I were on the couch. Lynda started to say something and Don hushed her up repeating what he had said earlier about seeing a lawyer before saying anything.

“Okay if you don’t want to talk we’ll leave you two love birds now,” I said. “Lynda, my hubby, when he’s really horny, is never satisfied with just one piece of ass. So suck that little thing and if he’s not too scared he’ll get hard again.”

I touched Phil’s elbow and he got up from the couch with me and we walked to the door and departed leaving our spouses sitting there on the love seat. As we went down the elevator I looked at the pain on Phil’s face. He’d known it was happening for some time but actually seeing it had obviously hurt him. It’s always worse for the guys I thought. Wives get angry and want revenge just like I’m feeling now. For a guy it’s like he’s been kicked in the balls.

We drove back to our hotel and sat down in our room and had another drink. We needed to talk.

“So now what happens?” I asked.

Phil answered as though reading from a list.

“You get a lawyer and I’ll have mine talk to him and share all the stuff that detective collected. You throw that bastard out of your house and change the locks. I get all my stuff and move to a hotel room. Then we let the lawyers do what they get paid to do.”

Then he got up and turned on the TV, went to his bag and got a DVD, and popping the DVD into the player, he said, “You need to see this Sandy. This is the edited version. The original is in a safety deposit box.”

I watched a naked Lynda climb into bed followed by my naked husband with an erection. I looked at the time on the video screen and it showed 3:33 PM. The date was last Thursday. There was no foreplay. He just shoved it in and started fuckin her missionary.

“Romantic, isn’t he,” I said. “He just fucks. No foreplay. He’s the same with me. Why the hell I let him get away with it all these years I’ll never know.”

Then Don grabs Lynda’s hand and pulls it down under her thigh and she starts playing with his balls.

“I always have to do that for him,” I said. “He can’t fuck unless his balls are being massaged. Oh you horny bastard if only I had those balls in my hand right now I’d show you how angry I am.”

We watched them fuck until the video said 3:41 PM and then Lynda screamed that she was gonna cum and her hips pumped frantically as her body trembled. Don fucked her harder and in a couple of minutes he groaned and pumped his load. They rested a few minutes and then whispered something that was not recognizable on the video cam recording.

At 3:50 Don grabbed her head and pushed her down to suck his soft cock. She went to work on it vigorously and in a couple of minutes she climbed on to do him cowboy.

“Did she kiss you last Thursday when you got home from the office?” I asked Phil. “If she did I hope she brushed her teeth first.”

Phil chuckled and said, “You don’t have to worry Sandy. He didn’t eat pussy.”

“Of course he didn’t eat pussy. That bastard hasn’t ever eaten pussy since we got married,” I said.

Phil chuckled again and said, “Then he’s missing out on a lot of fun. You eat pussy the right way and any bitch in the world will be your slave.”

I was pissed, very pissed, but I felt my pussy tingle at the way Phil said that. I hadn’t had my pussy eaten since college and I had long since given up on ever feeling it again.

We watched her tits bounce wildly as she pumped her ass and Don did his best to hump.

“What you said in their hotel room was right,” Phil said. “Your husband’s got a little dick. I don’t understand what Lynda see’s in this guy. He doesn’t eat pussy and his dick’s not big enough to matter.”

“I don’t think they’re in love,” I said. “Maybe she was horny and Don was the best she could find.”

Then I thought better and said, “I’m sorry Phil I shouldn’t have said that. If YOU were servicing that pussy she wouldn’t go lookin for somebody else. It was that bastard Don! I wonder how this got started?”

“Maybe we’ll never know,” Phil said.

When they both got off the video clock said 4:05. They rested in bed for another five minutes and then got up to dress.

“Shit!” I said. “Less than an hour and zero post-coital kissing and cuddling. They just fucked like animals. This is not a love affair. This is just raw sex.”

“Yeah that’s what it is Sandy,” Phil said. “Raw sex.”

“I’m really pissed,” I said.

“Yeah,” Phil said, “I’m starting to get angry too. I better get out of here and find a hotel room.”

“It’s late. Almost midnight. Why not stay here?” I asked.

“Because we’re both so angry at our spouses that if I stay here I’ll fuck you,” he said laughing.

I looked at him sitting there laughing and thought about that talented tongue he had described and remembered what it felt like all those years back in college to have a guy do that. What the hell? I thought. Why not?

“Not until you eat my pussy you won’t fuck me,” I said laughing with him. “I haven’t had a tongue on my clit since college.”

And that’s how our long lasting affair began. He kissed me. Then he took charge and stripped me down buck-naked just the way I liked a man to do − like I was his private bitch. And I pranced around and showed him my body, naked in spikes.

Then he stripped himself and let me appreciate what I was about to receive. And as I looked at it standing out so hard and straight and thick I thanked the Good Lord and was truly grateful for what He had provided for me.

And then he DID me! And HOW he did me! Jesus how could any woman resist a man whose tongue was working on her clit like this. I hadn’t felt a tongue on my clit since college. In just a couple of minutes I was getting very close to my orgasm.

Then he moved his tongue away from the head of my clit. You bastard! I thought as he teased the side of my clit. Don’t do this to me! Don’t tease me!

“Please! Please finish me off,” I begged him as his tongue strayed up and down the side of my trembling clit and I moved my ass to catch it. “Please!”

“When it’s time,” he said lifting his head up briefly from my pussy. “I want you horny!”

Horny? Shit I was as horny as a bitch could be. He just held me on that high plateau only moments from my orgasm but he didn’t finish me off. Then I started to beg like a thirty-five year-old woman should NEVER beg. I was begging like a teenager. The bastard owned me!

Finally he put his tongue on the sensitive head of my clit and moved it so fast I almost couldn’t stand it. My orgasm exploded in my whole pelvis and I grabbed his head with both hands and held his face in my beaver pumping my ass like a slut, fuckin him in the face.

As my pelvis relaxed, I lay there panting and sated. But he wasn’t finished with me. He moved up quickly between my legs with that big thing rock hard.

Then he slipped that cock into me so very gently and put my legs spread wide flat on the bed. Oh my God! His pubis was right on top of my clit and my clit was just recovering from what his tongue had done to her. Shit! He’s fuckin me so softly and rubbin my clit with his pubic bone. He’s gonna bring me off again!

I felt myself start to hump. I wanted to feel that bone pressing harder on my clit. My ass was no longer under my control. It belonged to him when he fucked me this way. I was fuckin for another orgasm right after he gave me the first one with his tongue. The bastard lifted up so I had to stretch up to reach him and he just teased me as I kept getting closer and closer to my orgasm.

Shit! Here I go again. The world seemed to disappear, as I was lost in pleasure. My whole pelvis erupted and I felt my vagina squeeze down on something thick and hard. Then I felt his hands under my thighs lifting me up as my orgasm continued and suddenly he was plunging his cock deep into me with my legs high in the air over his shoulders.

The bastard had kept me having my orgasm with my pussy squeezing his dick as he had his own pleasure, pumping his load into my helpless body. This is the way a woman needs it. Helpless ecstasy as a real man enjoys her body! I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this way. I lay there helplessly panting for air.

Before I knew what I was saying I screamed, “That stupid bitch. How the hell did she let you get away?”

Phil started laughing.

Then he said, “Some women lay back and take it and others want to be in charge.”

“I’ll lay back and take it whenever you have the time and inclination to give it to me,” I said and I meant it.

I want this bastard I thought. I’m NOT gonna let him get away. After his divorce that talented tongue is gonna attract eager pussy like honey attracts flies and some of them are gonna be twenty-somethings with younger bodies than mine. What do I have to offer? I can suck cock like a pro and he’s gonna want that cock of his sucked.

I’m right! He’s already got his hand in my hair and I know what a hand on the back of my head means. I hate to say thank you to that bastard husband of mine but Don conditioned my tonsils for heavy use. Don just grabbed my head in both hands and fucked me in the mouth brutally. So now my tonsils can take a pounding and I never gag.

I just KNOW that this guy is gonna be gentle and loving − nothing at all like Don − but he’d still expect the knobby head of that big blue-veined monster to enjoy a soft pair of tonsils without the bitch coughing and gagging like a teenager. And I know I can swallow that wonderful thing like a woman should.

And I did. And he loved it!

It seemed like a lifetime since that damn doorbell rang this morning. I rolled over and went to sleep with the musky taste of a wonderful man in the back of my throat and the happiest pussy I’d had in years.

Directors’ Wives

Directors’ Wives
byAStropirate©

PART 1

John Mason was twenty-seven when his father died fucking his young twenty year old secretary on a supposed business conference in Dundee, Scotland. In truth, the fifty- four year old was regularly fucking whenever he could. Since he owned fifty-five per cent of the company, he could afford to do what he liked. This time however, it cost him his life. John’s mother had died when he was young. John had worked in his father’s firm as an accountant. He had often approached his father about expansion of the firm but it always fell on deaf ears. Now he inherited his father’s shares, he would implement his plans for expansion.

The firm was based in Uxbridge. There were four directors. His father with the fifty five per cent and three others with a combined share of forty five per cent. They were, Bill Stanley, sixty, Bob Landon, fifty-nine and fifty-six year old Tom Prince. All were in for a shock at the next board meeting. Although these men were twice as old as John, all had married pretty young wives. They did not know it yet, but they would be instrumental in John’s plans for expansion.

Bill had married Penny. She was now thirty-two. She was five foot eight, slim and had magnificent breasts. She always wore tops that deliberately exposed her cleavage.

Bob Married Joann. She was twenty-eight. She was also five foot eight. She was athletic. She had firm medium breasts and long black hair.

Tom had married Clare. She was twenty-nine. She was five foot ten with a slim body and large breasts. Apart from being relatively young, all three women had dark pasts that would eventually come back to haunt them and trap them all in John Mason’s web of sexual slavery.

John had called the board meeting for the Monday after the funeral. There he would outline his expansion plans.

John deliberately kept the other three directors waiting. He walked in ten minutes late, much to Bill’s annoyance. He hated been kept waiting. John sat in the chair. Bill pointed out that the election to the chair had not taken place. John responded by reminding all of them that he had fifty five per cent of the shares and it was a foregone conclusion. John spoke in a very official tone.

“Now gentlemen let’s cut to the chase. I have to tell you all that you are all on protective notice.”

Bill interrupted him.

“You can’t do that. We have contracts.”

John cut him off.

“Read your contracts gentlemen. They are null and void upon the death of the majority shareholder, who, as you all know, was my late father.”

They all responded in anger.

“You won’t get away with this,” said Bob, angrily.

“We’ll sue.”

“There is nothing you can do. It is all perfectly legal.”

Tom spoke up.

“I demand we adjourn this meeting for a week until we have time to consult with our lawyers.”

“Ok. One week,” responded John. “It won’t make any difference. There will be changes. You can either accept them or leave. It’s up to you.”

The meeting adjourned.

Bill, Tom and Bob had their lawyers scrutinise their contracts, Sure enough, they were null and void. They would have to renegotiate.

Bill was in the worse position of all. His pension and retirement plans were in jeopardy. At his age he would never get another job. He would lose everything. Tom and Bob were little better. They all knew they had no choice, They would all have to renegotiate.

The following week, all three men were more subdued. Bill spoke up.

“We want to renegotiate our contracts.”

“So you’ve accepted the truth?” responded John, with some glee.”

“Look ,you young punk we want to renegotiate.” shouted Tom.

“Now that’s not very nice, Tom.”

“Just tell us what you want,” growled Bob.

“Like I said before. I’m planning to expand the business. This means getting contracts in the US, Germany and China. I intend to open offices in all three countries.”

“How does this affect us?” asked Tom.

“You’ll note I mentioned three countries. Each of you will be assigned a company in these countries to negotiate a partnership agreement with. Secure these contracts and your jobs and pensions are safe. I’ll discuss your individual assignments with you in the morning. You all leave this weekend.”

All three men were angry and shocked. They had never thought they would be treated like little boys in front of their teacher.

The following morning, Bill Stanley was sitting in John’s office. John strolled in.

“Good morning Bill. I have assigned you to the United States, Boston to be precise. The Eastern General Transport Company is based there. Your contact is Jack Randall. He’s the contracts director.”

“I could be away for weeks.”

“I expect the contract to be signed in four weeks. Don’t come back without it.”

“You little bastard,” retorted Bill.

“I’d be very careful what I say from now on Bill. I’m not a person to mess with.”

Bill got up and left, fuming, but he knew his hands were tied.

Tom was next. He was led in by John’s secretary when he pressed the buzzer.

“Good morning Tom. I have assigned you to China.”

“China?”

“Yes. China. You’ll leave for Beijing on Friday. Your contact is Mr Wu. He is chief exec of the Wang Ho Transport Company. I expect everything to signed and sealed within four weeks.”

“You really think you’re something else, don’t you?” said Tom.

“Look Tom, all I want is that contract. I don’t care how you get it. Just make sure you do.”

Like Bill, Tom left in anger, knowing there was nothing he could do.

Bob entered half an hour later.

” Hallo Bob, have a seat. I’m assigning you to Germany. Your contact there is Otto Schmitt. He is the contracts manager of Schleswig Transport Company in Bremerhaven. You’ll leave on Friday. The deal should be sealed in four weeks.”

Bob left without a word but he was angry. On Friday all three men left on their assignments. John was now free to begin the next part of his plan.

Part 2

Nurse Penny

John had not been entirely honest with the other board members. The truth was the contracts had been signed earlier in the week. However, they had to be double signed only on the proviso that John would produce certain services for the negotiators and that was where the women came in. That Friday afternoon he phoned Penny Stanley, Bill’s wife and asked her to come to his office at ten on Monday. He emphasised to her how important it was and it was in Bill’s interest, as well as her own. Penny was puzzled but agreed.

That Monday, Penny arrived at John’s office at ten. She was uneasy. She could see the lust filled eyes of John surveying her body.

“What is so important that you need me here?” she asked him.

“It’s about the American contract. I need it to be signed to save the business.”

“But Bill is negotiating that in Boston.”

“Bill couldn’t negotiate his way out of a one way street.”

Penny was shocked at this.

“But he is in the United States now.”

“He’s been led on a merry chase. The real negotiations are taking place here and you’re going to seal the deal.”

“Me? How?”

“With your body. Fuck Jack Randall and we get the contract.”

“Go to hell.”, responded an angry Penny.

“Ok, vacate my house by the end of the week.”

“Your house?”

“Didn’t your precious Bill tell you? My company owns the mortgage on the house.” Penny tried to hide her shock.

“I can raise the money to pay you back.”

“I bet you could. You know Penny, I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t done before.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean were a good porn star in your day. What was the name of that film, ‘Lusty Teacher’, was it?”

Penny was stunned, but refused to yield . She had made that when training as a nurse in Scotland and was broke, needing the money to pay for rent and studies. It was as a nurse that she met, and fell in love with Bill and after a short romance they married. She decided to bluff.

“Bill already knows all this.”

“I bet he does. I bet that’s why he married you.”

“You bastard.”

“That’s what Bill said. You two have a lot in common.”

A seething Penny rose, yelled. “Fuck you” and turned towards the door.

“Before you go, I suggest you look at this,” as he opened a folder on his desk.

“What is it?” she asked.

He handed a large photograph of her kissing Doctor Habib.

She stood there stunned.

“Where did you get this,?” she stuttered.

“Good timing on my part and bad timing on yours. I just popped into the Imperial Hotel to relieve myself when lo and behold who do I see kissing. Luckily for me I was out photographing. What did you tell Bill? You were on the night shift? I bet he believed it too.”

Penny knew she was beaten. She only worked as an agency nurse now. She had made the mistake of falling for Doctor Habib’s charms as all the nurses did. She had regretted it deeply; she regretted even more now that this bastard had the evidence.

“Ok. What do you want?”

“That’s more like it. Be at this address at nine tomorrow night.” he instructed her as he handed her a piece of paper.

“Can I go now?”

“Not quite. Get naked.”

“What?”

“Get your fucking clothes off. I want see you’re up to the job.”

Penny wanted to scream. But she knew he held all the aces. She eased her top over her head, revealing, what was a disappointment to John, a plain white bra. Slipping off her flat heels, she slid her black jeans down, revealing her matching plain knickers. She unsnapped her bra and her excellent breasts bounced forth, almost like a joyous escape. She slid her knickers down, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy. He surveyed his beautiful naked prey. Her long slender legs, slim waist and ample breasts conspired to make any man lust.

“Come here.” demanded John.

She did so. He bent forward from his chair and gently, but firmly drilled his tongue into her pussy. He licked the right, then the left and finally pierced the centre. Penny moaned deeply.

” Oooooh, Oooooh, Oh my God,” as she could feel juices starting to gather. Then he suddenly stopped and tongue crawled up her flat ,but firm stomach, reaching her magnificent breasts and teasingly licked in between them, then around them and finally converging upon her nipples. The sucking of her nipples increased the rate of Penny’s Moaning.

“Aaaaaargh” she screamed as he made his way to her neck and finally reaching her mouth kissed her and drove his tongue in.

“Mmmmmm” was all she could utter. John led her to the couch and laid her down. Then opening his pants, he extracted his hardened cock and drove it deep into her pussy. She was lost in the ecstasy of her situation. Her heavy breathing betrayed her excitement and joy. She felt his burning cum collide with her erupting juices and both yelled, “Aaaargh” together and for a few seconds they both lay breathless on the couch. John finally collected his thoughts, got up and pulled his pants up.

“You’ll do. Make sure you’re there at nine. Oh and wear some sexy underwear and your nurse’s uniform. Now get dressed and get out.”

Penny was both humiliated and devastated. She cried as she drove all the way home. As soon as Penny shut the door of the office, the door to the next office opened and the American, Jack Randall came in.

“Well Jack?”

“I’ll sign. She’s beautiful, and a nurse to boot. You pick them well.” and he double signed the contract.

Penny Stanley did not sleep well that night. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on her mind. It seemed like a dream. But she knew it wasn’t.

“That bastard Mason,” she thought. He had forced her to have sex with him, not just to save Bill’s job, but because of one stupid indiscretion with a charmer of a doctor and their stupid visit to the Imperial.

“Oh God, what have I done?” she asked herself.

She showered and drove to Danemouth, some twenty miles from Uxbridge, where she hoped no one would recognise her , and purchased the sexy underwear for tonight’s encounter. When she returned, she took her spare uniform out. This consisted of snow white button up jacket and matching pants.

“No one wears the dresses any more, thank God,'” she thought. But she dreaded tonight, and she had no idea what to expect. She also wondered if Mason would keep his word. Of course, with all these things going through her mind, she had no idea the contract was already signed.

****

Penny drove to the address given, which turned out to be a two storey house, just outside Uxbridge, surrounded by large walls and a gate. As she drove up the drive, she could hear the sound of party music and wondered just what she was getting herself into. She nervously rand the bell and a tall, slim man opened the door. He spoke in an American accent.

“Ah, the entertainment.”

Penny was shocked and initially felt like running but a hand pulled her forcefully inside.

“Our guest has arrived boys.”

Three other men, all tall and slim, laughed lustfully.

“Get your clothes off doll,” said the first man.

Penny hesitated.

“Now, now, what would you say to your patients? You haven’t anything I haven’t seen before?” They all laughed.

Penny’s eyes began to well up. Her hands were shaking as she began to unbutton her white jacket and dropped it to the floor, revealing her low cut white lace bra that complemented her wonderful, firm breasts. She put her hands to the sides of her pants and slowly lowered them down, revealing her white garter belt and matching white stockings: She deliberately had not worn knickers.

“Wow,” said one of the men. “I bet that’s not standard issue,” much to the amusement of the others. She unsnapped her bra, releasing her luscious breasts. Penny could see the lustful licking of their lips.

The first man forced her to her knees and all four gathered round like wolves moving in for the kill. All had extracted their hardened rods. The first forced his, into her mouth and she began to slowly suck. Two others seized her hands and placed their dicks into them and began to slowly rub with her hands. The fourth man eased her slightly up and he drove his rod into her arse. Gradually Penny developed a rhythm with her mouth and hands. Her hands pumped up and down in sync with her mouth as she sucked with increased speed.

“Mmmmmm,” was all Penny could utter in her sucking. Her arse too, was receiving a pounding.

“I must be quite a sight on my knees, with bare breasts, white garter belt and white stockings,'” she thought. Eventually, her “lovers” were beginning to cum. Cum exploded in her mouth and both her hands were overwhelmed by the cum flow. At the same time, cum exploded in her arse and all four men yelled ,”Aaaargh.” in unison.

Penny fell on her side, breathless and almost totally exhausted. One thing she was thankful for was that none had pussy fucked her. However, her relief was short lived. The door to the room opened and a tall, well built man in a silk robe entered.

“Hallo boys, having fun?” he said in an American accent.

Penny guessed this was Jack Randall.

“Oh yes boss, she’s good. She’s very good.” said the apparent leader of the four. Jack Randall took her by her hand and led her to a bedroom and beckoned her to lie on the king sized bed on her back. He removed his robe, revealing his naked bulk and lowered himself on to her beautifully slim body. He kissed her neck and her shoulders, making her shudder as the tingling sensations hit her. His mouth completely engulfed her nipple as he first licked, then sucked. He did the same with the other. These actions brought deep moaning from Penny. She felt his large, hardened cock enter her pussy. He rhythmically pounded her pussy. Like flints producing a spark, her orgasm flowed, making her moan, “Aaaargh,” as her juices burst forth. Jack Randall screamed also in delight as he came. Penny was now totally exhausted. Thankfully, so was her “lover”. He dozed off and Penny fell into a deep sleep.

Penny woke up with the sun’s heat hitting her face. Randall was apparently still asleep so she eased up and was about to get out of the bed when she heard him say.

“Where do you think you’re going? I haven’t had my morning fuck,” as he held his massive erect cock and grabbing her head, forced her to receive it into her mouth. Once again, she slowly began to suck, gradually building speed, systematically pumping in, out, in, out. Finally she felt he was cumming, when he suddenly withdrew his cock and pushed her onto her back. He then aimed his cock at her breasts and exploded his cum. As he came he rubbed the cum over her breasts, exciting Penny in the process.

He then spread her stocking encased legs and with expert rhythm he inserted his tongue into her neatly trimmed pussy and licked and sucked with venom. Penny’s moaning increased at every stroke until finally she screamed ,”Yessss,” as her enormous orgasm erupted, leaving her breathless and exhausted.

“The boys were right. You are good. We must do this again sometime.”

“Not if I can help it,” replied an angry Penny.

“Now, now, don’t take it like that. You did your husband a great favour.”

“You knew about my husband?”

“Of course I did. It’s part of my job to know everything about my business partners, even their wives.”

A humiliated Penny raised her hand to strike but he grabbed it and said angrily.

“Like I said. you’re a good fuck, but don’t push your luck. One wrong move and all contracts are off. Now get out.”

Penny got out of bed and dressed. She ran to her car and gripping the wheel she dipped her head and wept bitterly before finally driving home.

Part 3

Professor Joann

Joann Landon’s phone rang on Tuesday morning. When she picked it up, she heard the familiar voice of John Mason. Joann was unaware of what had occurred with Penny and so was puzzled as to why he requested her presence in his office at three. He would not tell her anything, except that it was important for both Bob and herself that she attend.

Joann arrived just before three dressed in her blue slacks and matching jacket with a white blouse. She was led into John’s office by his secretary, where he was sitting behind his desk looking at some papers.

“Ah Joann good to see you. Please sit down.”

“What’s so urgent you need me?” she asked, puzzled.

“It’s about the German contract Joann, I need it to be sealed.”

“But Bob…” she was cut short when John raised his hand.

“Bob’s having a free tour of Bremerhaven. The deal will be signed here only on one condition.”

“What condition is that? ” asked Joann nervously.

“That you fuck Otto Schmitt.”

Joann was stunned. She rose and angrily yelled

“Go to hell.” She turned and headed for the door.

“Just a moment Professor Dobbs.”

Joann froze, like a woman who been stunned and slowly turned around.

“What did you call me?”

“Professor Dobbs. Professor Alexandra Dobbs. It’s your real name isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”” responded a disconcerted Joann.

“No? Allow me to refresh your memory. Alexandra Dobbs, professor of history in Normanton college. You were caught in bed with one of your students.”

Joann retorted in anger.

“He was twenty years old and he seduced me.”

“That’s not the way his mother saw it, and when you tried to get her into bed, her husband, a local councillor and member of the local education authority threatened to sue the college. You literally had to flee in the middle of the night. You came here and married Bob last year. I bet Bob doesn’t know any of this.”

Joann was fuming.

“What do you want Mason?”

“I told you. I want that contract and you’re going to get it.”

“By sleeping with this Schmitt guy?”

“I didn’t say anything about sleeping. I expect you to fuck him and get that contract. Failure to do so means the end of Bob’s job and your marriage. So what’s it to be?”

A dejected Joann nodded.

“Ok you win. But how do I …?”

Again she was cut short. John handed her a slip of paper.

“Be at this address at eight tomorrow night.”

Joann rose.

“Just a moment. I didn’t say we were finished. Get your clothes off.”

“What? ” Joann replied in shock.

“I said strip, and remember, you don’t have a choice.”

Joann knew the game was up. She stood up and started to unbutton her jacket. Suddenly she stopped.

“How do I know you won’t reveal all this anyway?”

“You don’t. In my view you simply have no choice.”

Joann knew he was right. She had no choice so she resumed undressing. Removing her blouse revealed her low cut black lace bra. It made John hard. Her luscious breasts were there for the picking. She slipped her shoes off and pushed her pants down revealing her black thong. She hesitated opening her bra, until John nodded as if answering a question silently. Unhooking the bra, she dropped it to the ground. She finally placed her hands to her sides and eased her thong down. John was amazed at her totally bare pussy as hestared at his latest victim and admired her luscious naked form. He led her by the hand to the couch and directed her to lie on her back. He undressed and with schoolboy excitement descended upon her. He moved his mouth to hers and locked them both with a deep passionate kiss. He kissed her neck, continuing with a rhythm down to her breasts and began to lick around her hardened nipples, making Joann moan uncontrollably .

“Oh God” several times.

She totally surrendered her body. Although she shouldn’t, be she was enjoying it. He drove his hardened cock into her pussy, which only increased her excitement. He pounded and pounded. All Joann could do was moan “Oh my God” several times. With each one uttered her voice increased with excitement and joy. The pressure and pleasure built for both of them and in the end neither cared who was forced to do what. They were caught in an epic sexual battle that neither wanted to end. Finally however, they both came. Joann screamed “Aaargh” as John’s hot cum and her own love juices collided causing an electric style reaction that produced for Joann a joyous satisfaction she had not had for a long time. Both “lovers” lay there breathless for several minutes. John got up.

“Alright get dressed. You’ll do.”

Joann was suddenly brought back to earth. She felt she had auditioned for a porn movie.

“Be at this address at seven, tomorrow night. You will be interviewed for a job at the house, so dress appropriately. Fuck Schmitt and get that contract. Now get out.”

In contrast to Penny, Joann did not cry. She was angry and certainly felt humiliated but knew she had no choice but to play along. Her past had come back to haunt her in ways she never imagined possible, and she was trapped by this little bastard as a result. When Joann left, Otto Schmitt entered through the door leading to the other office.

“Well Otto?”

“Magnificent” replied Otto in his German accent. ” She will be perfect for my sister and I.”

He signed the contract and left.

*****

Joann dressed in a smart striped skirt business suit. She drove to the address given. w It was a country estate, with a long winding drive , about twenty miles North of her home. Eventually a huge mansion came into view. She walked up the steps and rang the bell. After a brief pause, the door opened and a tall, mature man with fair hair stood before her. He was clearly the butler.

“Ah, you are the young woman to be interviewed by Mistress Freda. This way please.” He spoke in a very cultured German accent. He led Joann down the hall and stopped at a large door.

“Wait here, please.”

He gently tapped at the door and entered, closing it behind him. After a moment the door opened again and he beckoned Joann to enter. She saw a man, presumably Otto Schmitt sitting at a desk and a slightly younger woman sitting beside him. Joann thought she was his wife. It was a surprise to her when he introduced this young woman as his sister. Otto Schmitt explained to Joann that she would be his sister’s maid. He pressed the buzzer at his desk. The butler entered.

“Fredrick, This is Madam’s new maid. Show her to her quarters and instruct her.”

“Very good sir.”

He bowed respectfully and beckoned to Joann to follow him. He led her up the spiral stairs to a room. When they entered the room, Joann could see a maid’s outfit laid out on the four poster bed. Fredrick turned to her.

“You will dress in this uniform. Your duty is to assist the mistress in dressing for the party and ahem, other duties.”

“What other duties?” she asked.

“That, you will learn later. When you are commanded by the mistress you will simply respond, ‘Yes Madam,’ and comply. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” responded Joann in a puzzled voice.

“Put the uniform on. The mistress will be up soon to change for the reception.”

Joann put the maid’s uniform on. It was an ordinary uniform, complete with hat, nothing kinky here.

The door of the room opened and Otto’s sister entered.

“I will change for dinner now.”

“Yes Madam.”

“I will wear the blue dress,” pointing to the dress hanging on the rack.

“Yes Madam.”

Joann retrieved the dress and placed it neatly on the chair.

“Undress me.”

“Yes Madam.” Joann responded in an uneasy tone.

She went behind her mistress and unzipped her green dress. Her mistress wriggled her arms allowing it to drop to the ground and stepped out of it.

Joann was amazed at the sexy underwear of blue lace, low cut bra and matching skimpy thong that covered nothing of her mistress’s arse cheeks. What happened next, Joann was totally unprepared for as her mistress suddenly swung round, took Joann’s head firmly with her hand and pushed her mouth towards her own and planted a deep passionate kiss, wrapping her tongue round Joann’s. The kiss lasted seemed to last forever. Joann thought she would suffocate until eventually she was released and felt like she came up for air.

Joann’s reprieve was short lived however as her mistress, placing her hands at Joann’s back, firmly gripped the back of her uniform and ripped the material, literally tearing the uniform from her body, exposing Joann’s own sexy black lace bra and matching knickers. Joann’s “assailant” pushed her onto the bed and like a crazed, sex starved woman, pounced on her prey.

Joann was shocked. Although she was no stranger to lesbianism, she was usually in control. Now the tables were turned. Her mistress continued to kiss her full lips. She worked down gently to her neck.

The front of Joann’s bra opened and she could feel an incredible sensation as tongue action around her bare nipples and her firm breasts began to excite her.

“Oooooh” Joann moaned deeply.

Her lover travelled down her now naked body to her pussy. Joann could feel a tongue gently massaging her pussy. It was so sensational for her. It had never like this with any of her lesbian lovers.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Joann repeated breathlessly.

She thought she would climax there and then. In her ecstatic state she did not hear Otto come in . The tongue action suddenly stopped.

“Oh Otto. She’s wonderful. Thank you. You are a wonderful brother.”

“You’re welcome, Freda dear, and happy birthday.”

It was only then Joann realised that Otto was naked.

Freda moved further up and forced her shaven pussy to Joann’s mouth. Joann knew exactly what to do. She slowly began to lick to the right and then to the left, gradually developing a systematic rhythm. At the same time, Joann felt a hardened cock, presumably Otto’s, gently enter her own pussy. It too was a slow movement, gradually developing into a steady rhythm.

All three lovers began to moan deeply. Each moan from all three corresponded to their physical interaction with each other. “Oooooh” came from Otto and Freda and “Mmmm” came from Joann. Their physical exertions drove the heat up and they all began to perspire.

Joann’s juices began to flow and Otto’s cum exploded inside her. Joann was unable to scream as Freda’s pussy muffled her.

Freda finally climaxed and she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

“Oh how wonderful.”

Joann was breathless and exhausted. Freda got up and put a robe on.

“I shall leave you to your pleasure, Otto,” as she smiled and left the room.

Joann knew Otto had spent his load so she thought that there could not be more to come. This did not stop Otto Schmitt. He grabbed Joann and pressed her close to him and began passionately kissing her. He travelled down her neck, to her ample breasts and began to systematically lick and suck them gently. Each gentle stroke emitted a moan of satisfaction from Joann. His caresses between her breasts almost drove her wild.

“Oh my God, oh my God. More, please, more.”

Joann was lost in the throes of deep passion. She didn’t care that this man was not Bob. Bob was and never could be like this. She had had several lovers too. None of them was like this man.

“Ooooh,” was all she could say. This went on for what seemed like hours. Otto seemed to be quite recovered from his earlier eruption because Joann felt his hard cock enter her again with the same gentleness as before. Again he rhythmically drove in and out, much to Joann’s delight and pleasure. This time he withdrew, just as he was about to cum, much to her disappointment. He put his near exploding cock between her breasts. There was an eruption of hot cum onto and between her breasts. Both lovers screamed at once.

Joann licked her lover’s cum from her breasts with relish. Otto, at the same time, went to Joann’s pussy and began to gently lick and suck , with systematic strokes. His expert love making amazed Joann. His actions prolonged her pleasure to the maximum, until finally, her juices could not hold back and burst forth as if a dam had burst.

“Aaaargh,” she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

Joann was amazed at Otto’s stamina and sexual appetite. He resumed his kissing and sucking of her body. She felt her whole body strain under the pressure. She knew she couldn’t last much longer. Finally, Otto exhaled a long gasp of air. He looked at Joann with an approving smile, blinked his eyes and promptly fell asleep. Joann remained awake for just a short time. She thought of all that had occurred in the last few hours. These thoughts alone made her sleepy and eventually the exhaustion crept in. She also fell asleep.

The following morning, Joann woke to the sounds of moaning. When she collected her thoughts she remembered where she was. It was a shock to her when she turned and saw a naked Freda on top of her naked brother Otto and he was sucking her nipples.

“Oh Otto, it is wonderful, don’t stop.”

Neither of them was aware that Joann had awoken. Joann suddenly jerked and Freda looked down at her.

“Ah, our kitten has discovered our little secret, Otto. What should we do, my love?”

“What you want to do, Freda ,dear?” responded Otto.

“Of course, darling.” replied Freda, with a smile as she went for Joann’s legs and spread them. With gentle care and expert rhythm, Freda began to massage Joann’s pussy lips with her hand and then with equal care and gentleness her tongue pierced her. Simultaneously, Otto pushed his hard cock into her mouth.

Freda’s expert tongue action seemed to stimulate Joann’s own desires. When she bobbed her head in and out on Otto’s cock, it seemed to correspond with Freda’s rhythm . When Joann’s orgasm erupted all she could do was gargle as Otto’s cum flooded her mouth at the same time.

“We all need to clean up,” said Freda.

They led an almost stunned Joann to the shower. As the jets of steamy water hit Joann, she began to become more aware of her surroundings. She had not up to now appreciated what had gone on before, especially with this brother and sister. She had no more time to think as Freda began to lick Joann’s soap covered nipples. Joann responded by gently placing her hand to Freda’s head and leading her to her mouth and landing a deep, passionate kiss upon Freda’s luscious lips. Otto simply watched as an audience for a few brief moments, then left the shower. After several more moments kissing, Freda broke off.

“Come. It time for breakfast.”

They dressed and went down to the dining room. After the meal, Otto Schmitt spoke.

“Well my dear, you give a wonderful service. I know we can rely on your discretion. I am assured also of your future service.”

Joann looked at him in surprise.

“Oh no, Herr Schmitt. You don’t understand. I am simply doing a favour for a friend.”

Otto cut her off.

“Oh no Frau Landon, you don’t understand. The contract is only valid as long as you continue your services to me, my family and friends. That I have been assured by Herr Mason.”

Joann rose in anger.

“Damn you and damn Mason.”” she yelled.

” I suggest you leave now, Frau Landon. When you have calmed down you will realise you have no choice in the matter.”

Joann ran to her car. For the first time tears streamed down her face. She had been strong up to now. Now her perfect world had crashed.

“How could this happen?” she thought. A quiet life as a housewife in luxury had been turned upside down and all because of her own stupidity. Joann wept bitterly as she drove away.

Part 4

Clare

On Thursday morning, Clare Prince returned from her morning jog just as her phone rang. It was John Mason asking her to be in his office by two. He stressed it was very important and concerned Tom’s career. It puzzled her as to why she should be involved.

Clare arrived at the office just before two. John’s secretary buzzed at let him know she was here.

“Ok. Send her in.”

His secretary opened the door to John’s office and Clare entered. She was nervous. She was unaware of what had happened with Penny and Joann but she knew she didn’t like or trust him. She had noticed him often leering at her lustfully. She knew too that this couldn’t be good.

“Ah Clare, please, sit down.”

She did so nervously.

“I don’t understand, what is so important that you need me?”

“It’s the Chinese contract. I want it and you’re going to get it for me.”

“But Tom is dealing with that.”

John raised his hand.

“Tom is getting a free tour of China right now.”

“How do you expect me to get it? I’m no business woman.”

“I expect you to fuck Mr Wu for it.”

For a brief moment, Clare sat shocked and then rose in rage.

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Sit down.”

Something in John Mason’s voice frightened Clare. She sat down nervously. She tried to be strong and asked.

“What is this all about?”

“Gordon Benfield.”

Clare tried to bluff.

“Gordon Benfield? Who’s he?”

“Don’t insult my intelligence. You killed him nine years ago.”

The memories came back for Clare. Yes, she killed him. She was Angela Wilson then. She was a twenty year old accounting apprentice in an accounting firm of which Benfield was the chief partner. The fact that he was married didn’t stop him from being lecherous. He made advances to her and when she refused he tried to rape her. She fought him and he hit his head on a desk. Police and the court accepted her plea but her life was ruined. There had also been embezzlement in the firm she was sure it was Benfield but she was framed for. So she left, changed her name and married Tom. Now it had all surfaced again.

“Alright, Mason What do you want?”

“Be at this address at eight, tomorrow night. Fuck Mr Wu and get that contract.”

He handed her the slip of paper.

Clare rose to her feet and headed for the door.

“We’re not finished yet.”

Clare turned to face him and was about to speak.

John interrupted her.

“Get naked.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“You’ll soon learn I don’t joke. This is purely business. I want to fuck you and check to see you’re up to the job.”

“You perverted bastard.”

“Now you listen to me, and listen to me good. All I have to do is release the information I have. It’ll certainly mean the end of your marriage and I think we can safely say the end of your cosy life. It’s up to you.”

Clare thought about it. ‘Mason is right. I’m comfortable now. I don’t want to run again.’

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

She stood up and removed her red jacket and placed it over the chair. She nervously unbuttoned her white blouse, pulled it from her skirt. For a second she paused, hoping in vain for some sort of reprieve. She resumed when none came and placed it over the chair. At the sight of her low cut black lace bra straining with her imprisoned globes, John Mason was already hard. Clare unzipped her short black skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she stepped out of it and slipped off her shoes as well. John was amazed at the skimpy black thong.

“I bet Tom loves that.”

Clare blushed.

“Keep going.”

She unsnapped her bra and her breasts bounced forth. Her nipples hardened immediately when in contact with the air. Placing her hands on her hips, she eased her thong down and allowed it to fall to the ground, exposing her clean shaven pussy.

John turned in his swivel chair.

“Now come here and suck me.”

A humiliated and defeated Clare knelt before him and unzipped his pants and extracted his huge, hardened rod. She placed it in her mouth began to suck. John took her head and pushed it in and out, gradually building a rhythm.

“Mmmm,” Clare mumbled as she continued bobbing in and out.

Just she thought he was going to cum, John pulled out and breathlessly said,

“Not yet,” and pushed Clare onto the couch.

He undressed, giving himself time to subside. He mounted Clare and inserted his cock into her bare pussy and began to push in and out. The rhythm was slow at first. It gradually developed into a pleasing rhythm that was both pleasing and enjoyable for Clare. She became so absorbed in her sexual pleasure she screamed.

“Come on you bastard. Keep going. Keep going.”

John’s own sexual pleasure drove him on. He could feel his cum starting to flow. It exploded inside Clare, whose own orgasm also erupted, creating a volcanic stream of sexual pleasure for both. One thing they did have in common was screaming.

“Aaaargh,” together as they came, leaving them both breathless.

After recovering their composure, John and Clare dressed.

“Make sure you’re at that address tomorrow night and do what you have do to get that contract.”

Clare left, angry and humiliated, but she knew there was nothing she could do but obey.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she repeated to herself, sitting behind the wheel of her car as tears began to appear in her eyes. She drove away fearing what was to come.

Just after Clare left, the door leading to the next office opened and a short Asian man entered.

“Well, Mr Wu?”

“A magnificent specimen. A wonderful addition to my little harem.”

“Now Mr. Wu, we agreed. She is only available for tomorrow night and to you and your friends on agreed nights.”

Mr. Wu tapped John’s shoulder.

“Just joking, my boy.”

He signed the contract and left.

*****

The following night, Clare drove to the address John had given. It was just half an hour by car. The large house was enclosed by a high wall. The gate opened automatically as Clare’s car approached. She was clearly expected. Although it was dark, she could see the oriental style ornaments in the garden. The door was opened and a small Chinese woman in her twenties and in oriental dress greeted Clare in clear English with a Chinese accent.

“You are very welcome to ‘Chao Wu’s house of women’.”

“‘House of women’?” thought Clare. Later, she realised that the only male she saw was Mr. Wu.

The Chinese woman led Clare upstairs to a bedroom. There were three other women in the bedroom. It was like a royal bedroom, with a four poster bed and these woman appeared to be servants. They were silent and seemed to be waiting for something.

Another door opened and a small Chinese man entered. The Chinese women knelt in adoration. He clapped his hand and they rose. He gave orders to them in Chinese. They turned to Clare and began to undress her. She thought of struggling but remembered what Mason had said about doing everything she was told. The four women surrounded her as they undressed her. Her blue business suit and matching pants, blouse, low cut black lace bra and matching knickers were swiftly removed. For a moment at least, with these women surrounding her, Clare felt safe. But Mr. Wu clapped his hands again and the women stood aside, revealing Clare’s nakedness. He stared at her lush body and Clare tried to cover her breasts and trimmed pussy but, Mr. Wu gave orders in Chinese and the women filed out.

He walked towards Clare and reaching her, gently, but firmly, put her hands to her sides. He walked around her and seemed to be surveying every inch, every contour of her beautiful body. Clare was on display and she felt humiliated.

“You are a very beautiful woman.”

He beckoned her to the bed without another word and she lay down on it. There was no mistaking what he wanted. He had been wearing a red silk dressing down with a large yellow dragon on the back and front. When he discarded it, he was naked.

Clare was amazed at the size of his hardened cock. It was huge and seemed out of proportion to his small frame. He mounted Clare and began to kiss with enormous passion. She didn’t want to, but she responded just as eagerly. The mere physical contact of his smooth skin made Clare’s nipples react in an excited way.

Mr. Wu kissed her neck, her shoulders and finally halted at her magnificent breasts. For a moment he paused, as if in sheer admiration at her enormous assets. He resumed his kissing, sucked gently on her right nipple, then left, systematically switching between the too. It brought deep moaning from Clare.

“Uuuugh” was all she could manage.

He went between her breasts and licked and kissed, travelling down her bare, slim body. Clare did not care now. She was lost in her own fantasy. A fantasy of a lover seducing her and ravaging her body.

“Oh my God, oh my God.”

This, she repeated, many times.

Clare became ecstatic with joy as her “lover” gently pierced her trimmed pussy and gently licked left, then right in a loving, tender way.

Mr Wu was careful not to make Clare climax until he was ready. He eased his swollen cock gently into her pussy and with expert rhythm, began to push in and out. The increasing pace excited both of them. They were now both lost in this world of mutual lust. They both began to moan and scream. Each moan and scream grow louder with each corresponding movement. The friction caused the heat of their bodies to increase and this led to them both to perspire heavily.

Clare’s juices began to flow wildly and Mr Wu began to cum. The collision of his hot cum and Clare’s juices made them both scream.

“Aaaargh,” they exclaimed together. They were both breathless and just sheer, mutual exhaustion, made them sleep.

Next morning, Clare was woken by a sensational feeling in her pussy. She looked down and saw a young Chinese woman in her early twenties, gently caressing it.

“Ooooh.” moaned Clare.

The sensation stopped with the sound of clapping hands and a firm order barked in Chinese by Mr. Wu. The young woman bowed respectfully and left.

He took Clare by the arm and had her kneel before him . His huge, hardened cock was directly in front of her face. There was no mistaking what he wanted.

Clare took this huge piece of manhood and slowly began to suck. She began to bob in and out, all the time noticing Mr. Wu’s increasing pleasure with each stroke.

“Mmmmm,” she muttered as her rhythm increased. She could feel the first few drops of cum. Finally an explosion of cum in her mouth overflowed on to her face and down her chin. Mr. Wu screamed in joy. Breathlessly, he spoke to Clare.

“You have done well. I believe your services will be further required by my company.”

“Oh no, Mr. Wu. I did this just to save my husband’s job. It fulfils his contract.”

“I’m afraid you misunderstand, young lady. The contract is only valid as long as you service my needs. Mr. Mason assures me of this.”

“The bastard never said anything to me?”

“Nonetheless. It is true. Now please get dressed and leave. I have a very busy schedule this morning.”

Clare was in shock as she walked to her car. As she sat behind the wheel she tried to comprehend what had gone on. She pinched herself. Maybe it was just a nightmare. No, it was real alright. She had been trapped by her past. John Mason had her in a prison of sexual servitude and there was nothing she could do. Her eyes began to well up as she drove home, angry and dejected.