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Author’s note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are living humans aged 18+. These standalone A TASTE OF INCEST tales (adapted and expanded from RON’S JOURNAL episodes) include incestuous and bisexual groups. If you object to these themes, or use of the word ‘retard’, then stop reading. Views expressed are not necessarily the author’s. Nobody here is named Honey. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE!

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An Taste of Incest: A Taste of Honey

(Ron and three loving sisters, and more)

*****

Let us set the scene.

The time and place: far away and long ago (yes, some decades back), before internets, cell-phones, self-esteem, AIDS, and an all-volunteer US military…

Lean, tall, naive Ron started his senior year at Piedmont High in his suburban Los Angeles hometown. [See RON’S JOURNAL 00 for background.] He recently turned eighteen — yes, draft age — amid the familiar cohort he had known since grade school, as well as kids from elsewhere around town. Some became special friends.

“Hey Ron, what’s happening?”

That was Judy, shoulder high to six-foot four-inch Ron, with trimmed walnut-brown hair and nice suggestive curves — cute as a bunny and just as bouncy. He had known her since their sophomore year. He knew she crushed on him at least a little. They had teased each other some, but nothing much more. Until lately. They were more playful now. She was hopeful.

She skipped alongside him, clutching anonymous books to her pleasantly pneumatic chest. Her body was lightly covered by an orange and vanilla sundress sufficient for school dress-code guidelines while still drawing eyes to her. They headed toward their next history class.

“Oh, same old same old. I’m still trying to play rock’n’roll and blues on that ancient bulbous Italian mandolin my aunt gave me. Doesn’t make it. I really need a guitar.”

Judy saw her opening. She decided to bait and tease this big fish.

“Hey, you haven’t been in to my house yet. Come visit me sometime soon and you can play with my Spanish guitar — and with me!”

He smiled and took the bait. He could look forward to this.

“Sounds like a plan. How about today, oh best girl?”

“Yeah, right after school, that’ll be great!”

He smiled again and looked at his old Timex watch, which he had actually remembered to wind and set that morning. They still had a couple minutes till the bell rang. He prodded her toward an unoccupied bench.

Judy felt confident she could snag this guy. Damn, he was so tall and sexy!

Ron wrapped an arm around Judy’s soft shoulders and gave her a good snuggly squeeze. He peered around to make sure no disapproving teachers were looking their way, and kissed her forehead, with a little wet lick too. He felt her shiver. (Or was she giggling?)

“Hey Ron, careful of these PDA’s here. Am I worth a suspension?”

“Yeah, I think you are.” He kissed her again and nibbled an earlobe. He KNEW she giggled this time. He could not know she was getting wet.

“I think about you sometimes, Ron. I like thinking about you on special days — days that start with a morning.” She grinned shyly. Or, was that coyly?

Ron suppressed the urge to cop a feel. He checked the time again.

“Oops! Gotta go, or we’ll be late.” Darn, so close…

Judy felt a pang of disappointment. If only she’d had another minute…

He held her hand and pulled her up. They walked with fingers intertwined to the classroom door and shuffled to their desks for an hour of shared mental torture. Mr Beck was NOT the most inspiring of teachers.

Judy eased her pain by stealthily sketching. She drew Ron, herself, other students, and Mr Beck, all in rather rude situations. Her sketches of the teacher highlighted his ears and nose. Her drawings of Ron exaggerated his short-sleeve button-down shirt, Japanese necktie, and heavy black-framed glasses. Her self-sketches were idealized. A career as a cartoonist or caricaturist awaited her.

Their following classes were in opposite directions. They veered off, with promises to meet at her home immediately after school. Judy stopped at the campus phone-booth cluster and made a quick call. Her plan was up and running.

*****

The endless school day eventually ended. Ron bundled his books and trundled his well-worn red Honda moped down Judy’s affluent street. Her father was a dentist; her mother busied herself with various social and civic groups and ’causes’. Their house oozed money.

Ron still lived in the modest downtown apartment his Dad was forced into after the divorce. Ron had to learn to cook from self-defense. Judy’s family economic and social status was a couple rungs above anything he was used to. He was nervous.

Judy was nervous too, but determined. She heard his old putt-putt roll into the driveway, and made her final preparations.

The doorbell rang. Judy straightened her dress again, took a deep sarıyer escort breath, opened the door, and hugged him.

“Hey Ron, PDA’s are okay now.” She kissed him lightly on the lips and then tugged at his arm. “My folks won’t be back for a couple hours. C’mon with me.”

She dragged him inside and upstairs to her pastel bedroom. Off came their shoes. A box of gingersnaps and a pitcher of iced strawberry-rhubarb lemonade waited on the window ledge.

Her Spanish acoustic guitar was in its open case on her bed. They sat on either side. Ron picked it up and fingered the strings.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll have to twist my brain around this. The bottom strings are tuned just the opposite of mandolin strings. I’m used to G-D-A-E and now I gotta start thinking about E-A-D-G-B-E. Like playing in a mirror.”

Ron clumsily fretted a few chords, picked out some melody lines, and frowned at himself. He returned the guitar to its case.

“Uncle Dan offered me a part-time job at his shop. Guess I better take it, so I can buy a guitar. I can tell I really need one to practice on.”

It was time to go for broke. Judy sent him a sly grin.

“Well, if you can’t play my guitar now, then you’ll just have to play ME! Why don’t you start here?” She stood and turned and pointed at the top button on the back of her dress.

The bait was right before his eyes. Would he take the hook?

Ron did not over-analyze the situation. He needed no more encouragement. Each unbuttoning was accompanied with a little rubbing of her back, like strumming a fleshy chord. She turned to face him. She started on his tie and shirt, then his belt and jeans zipper.

They stood. She pulled his shirt off and his jeans down to his feet. He pulled her sundress up over her head. The stood facing each other, her in creamy bra and panties, him in pale undershirt and briefs.

They slowly reached out to each other, feeling their faces, their arms, belly buttons, hips. They stared into opposite eyes. Judy moved to her plan’s next stage.

“Am I your best girl?”

“Judy, sure, you know you are.”

“Have you ever really been with a girl?”

Ron hemmed and hawed, and cobbled together an answer. He vaguely told her of some kissing and groping and fond embraces. He did not bring up a feet-vs-penis-length survey, nor a couple of close encounters.

“Is that all?” she asked. She batted her eyelids.

“Oh, that’s about it.” He tried to act non-committal.

Judy wore her sly grin again. She reached to a brass bell sitting on a bookcase, and rang it. Her bedroom door opened. A blonde girl wearing a Catholic school uniform stepped in.

“You know Ann, I think. She’s in my glee club. We’re, like, really really good friends. We’ve talked about you.”

Oh shit, I’m busted, Ron thought. Totally busted. Is it fatal?

Faith, Hope and Ann Heineke were three sisters who lived across the street from Ron in his old pre-divorce neighborhood, each born 9 1/2 months after the other. Ann was just a few days younger than Ron.

They were supposed to be Faith, Hope and Charity. But Francis X, their father, ran off to Okinawa with a JAL stewardess while the last was still a fetus. Their mother thought the whole name game was stupid, thus the youngest became Ann.

Ron rarely saw these three girls despite being long-time neighbors. They had been raised in Catholic schools instead of the public school system. Their families moved in different social circles. The closest Ron and the sisters ever got was a couple of weekends when they hung out, listening to a Hawai’ian language audio course (on 33 rpm records), drinking guava juice, and practicing hula moves.

That was their closest approach until recently, anyway. These three svelte sisters, all longhaired blondes with similar but distinctive lovely bodies and faces, were the very same Catholic schoolgirls who had attacked him with a measuring tape. They called their survey “anatomical research”.

Of course, to get accurate measurements, they applied certain sweet incentives. Sweet and sloppy-wet incentives. They concluded that yes, long fingers and feet DO correlate with the length of other appendages. All in the name of Science, hey?

Ann had offered some of the sweetest incentives. Oh shit, Ron thought, I am *so* busted…

Ann and Judy both cackled.

“Don’t sweat it,” Judy laughed. She was enjoying this.

Ann smiled, “No huuhuu!” (That is Hawai’ian for NO PROBLEM.)

(No problem, indeed. Judy and Ann had prepared carefully, including vodka shots in orange juice to reduce inhibitions. They talked first. “You sure you want us to do this? You sure we’re not going too far?” Ann asked. “Hey, if you’re careful enough, nothing good or bad will ever happen to you. I don’t want to be that goddam careful. I want things to happen. Let’s do it!” Yes, the girls were ready for Ron.)

Ann offered him yet more eye candy, piece-by-piece dropping her school esenyurt escort uniform to the floor around her slowly wriggling feet. Her honey hair topped Judy by a couple inches; her willowy form was clad in no more than Judy wore. Her face was flushed with excitement.

Judy and Ann stood and leaned together. They unsnapped each other’s bras. Ron seemed to suffer some breathing difficulty at that moment.

They pulled down each other’s panties. His nervous system shut down momentarily from the sight of their naked glory.

But he quickly recovered. He might have prayed: Ohgodohgodohgod is this real?

Ron sat heavily on the bed, still wearing his skivvies and Goldwater eyeglasses. His eyeballs oozed through the steaming lenses. Looking directly back at his dilated pupils were four nipples inside four aureoles atop four bouncy tits.

TITS! Friendly, inquisitive, approaching tits. Tits that moved closer to his face.

Four hands reached into his hair, pulled him upright, relievied him of underclothes and glasses and rational thought, and then pushed him back down, sitting on the bed. Four tits brushed across his naked eyes, his shuddering nose, his drooling lips. Tips of tits were inserted into his ear canals, his eye sockets, his nostrils. Tits were presented to each other’s luscious lips, then inserted into his slack-jawed mouth.

Ron responded rather quickly. He should have said grace: “…for these bounties I am about to receive…”

“There, there, little Ronny, it’s alright, just pucker up and suck,” said Judy.

“Mmmmph,” he replied. Yes, he was tongue-tied.

“Hey Ron, do I taste any better than Judy?” asked Ann, pushing forward.

“Mmmmph mmmph,” was all he could respond.

Ann had larger breasts, nice little melons compared to Judy’s pert peaches, and wider, rosier areolas topped by button-mushroom nipples. Narrower, stiffer, longer eraser-head nips protruded from Judy’s pale rings of color. Ron savored them all.

Ann said, “Hey, he’s done the texture test. I think it’s time for the taste test.”

Judy nodded. They each slowly insinuated a couple fingers into the other’s vagina. He watched their digits twiddling about their insides, gathering up warm aromatic juices. They pulled out their dripping fingers, held them to their own and each other’s noses, inhaled, and took tiny licks.

Ann poked her juicy fingers into one side of his mouth, and Judy poked hers into the other side.

“OK Ron, which of us tastes better?” asked Judy.

“Mmmmph mmmph mmmph,” was his honest answer.

All their mouths and genitals and torsos were rather occupied after that. They circled and writhed, sucking nipples and navels and tongues and gonads and toes and whatever else was available. He came quickly the first time, but lasted longer with each subsequent suck.

Neither girl had the greatest blowjob technique, but who cares? He did not have the best pussy-licking or -fingering skills, but he heard no complaints, only happy moans.

Ron’s naive cock was not allowed into either reserved cunt, but repetitive 69s amongst all were quite as much fun. He loved watching them eagerly tongue each other from mouth to breast to crotch to toes — but especially their mutual clit-licking, of course. He had never even heard the word ‘bisexual’.

Ron might have prayed again: “Forgive me now. Tomorrow, I may not feel guilty.”

The girls were in heaven. Both enjoyed feeling his tongue and cock, and tasting his saliva and jiz, as much or more than they savored each other. What sensations!

They all slurped like hungry puffer-fish… until the alarm clock rang.

“Hey guys,” said Judy, “we better stop and clean up. My folks should be home sometime soon.”

There was a bit more slurping and stroking and shimmying, but in only a few minutes, they looked and smelled almost innocent again. They shared gingersnaps and lemonade, and laughed.

Judy’s mother climbed the stairs and found them supposedly rehearsing folk songs: Judy playing guitar, Ron blowing riffs on his Marine Band mouth harp, Ann tapping bongos, everyone singing. Their harmonic mix was tolerable as long as he stuck to simple baritone lines.

*****

Ron took the part-time job but only on weekends. He wanted his school days free.

He was a frequent after-school guest the following weeks. Judy’s mom was home too often; they had to act innocent. Ron’s guitar playing improved.

A society mother still had her social functions. Judy knew the schedule for fun.

Ann or her slightly older sisters Faith or Hope occasionally appeared at Judy’s home for more “jam sessions” — where all they jammed were fingers and tongues. Judy drew some sketches of their sexfests and hid them carefully. And Ron became less nervous about hanging in the upscale neighborhood, even if he was only there as a sex object.

Their next sexfest was purely educational. He was in for intensive training.

Ron rode to Judy’s house after avrupa yakası escort school. She yelled from her bedroom window for him to come upstairs. Judy and Hope lay in bed, totally bare-ass nude, wrapped around each other, and kissing.

Ron’s glasses fogged over. His trousers tented. Instant hardon!

The girls pulled their mouths apart and peered at him.

“Ron, get naked,” Hope ordered.

“You need to learn to eat pussy the right way,” Judy instructed.

“Oh boy, a fun study session,” he quipped as he skinned off his clothes.

“First things first. Go get clean.” Judy pointed at the bathroom. He quickly complied and returned.

Hope sprawled across the bed with her legs spread wide. Judy sat herself on Hope’s mouth, facing him.

“Put your long nose in front of Hope’s cute cunny and pay attention,” Judy said, leaning forward. He hastily obliged.

“This is your Female Anatomy And Physiology 101 class, totally extra credit… ooooh,” Judy breathed as Hope’s working tongue started affecting her.

Judy caught her breath. She pointed a finger at Hope’s vulva and said, “This is a pussy. It likes to be licked. Like this.”

Judy dipped her head, stretched her tongue, and demonstrated. His face was right next to her upside-down skull. He carefully observed her actions.

“These are the lips, and the labial folds. They like to be licked all around, like this,” and she showed how.

“Now you try it… oooh ah ahh,” Judy groaned, and he did. Hope’s legs twitched.

“These lips especially like to have a tongue loop around in their folds, just like this.” Judy showed him how. He repeated her oral gestures.

“This is the vagina. It likes to have a stiffened tongue stuck down into it, like this… oh god no…” Another demonstration followed, with him copying.

Hope started to twitch, but not as much as Judy did.

“This little nub here is the magic button, the clit. It’s like a tiny penis but it’s not queer if you lick and suck that clit. Be careful and don’t slurp too hard… oh shit, like Hope is doing to me now, oh fuck…”

Hope and Judy both shook as he concentrated on this anatomical detail.

Judy gasped, “OK, now you need to slowly stick a finger in the vagina and twirl it around… oooh oooh… and also use your thumb to press gently on the clit… oh fuck oh fuck… excuse me a minute,” as she buried her face in Hope’s cunt.

Hope and Judy both rocked and rolled and moaned. Judy eventually raised herself out of the 69 and sat upright on Hope’s mouth. He could see Hope’s tongue still working. Hope reached up and palmed Judy’s breasts, then tweaked her nipples.

“Finally, there’s a nice trick. Use your tongue to write the alphabet around her clit. Go slow. Repeat yourself. Oooohhh… And now you need to practice all those moves, varying them, but especially concentrating on our clits to make us cum… oh god oh god oh god…”

Ron applied all he had learned in this lesson. He also improvised a little, reaching up for Hope’s breasts, and rubbing her inner thighs with his hands, and even blowing into her hole and nibbling her clit.

“Oh god oh fuck oh god… FUCK! OH FUCK!” whined Hope’s pussy-muffled voice.

Hope came, explosively, wetly. He guessed he had passed the course.

And practice made perfect.

Judy rolled off Hope’s face and put her own next to Ron’s.

“What do you think of our fun, Ron? Doing okay?”

“Umm, well, words can never express what, umm, words can never express.”

She slapped his shoulder. “Smart-ass!”

He reached out to tweak her nipples. “Better a smart-ass than a dumb-ass, hey?”

She slapped him again. “Shut up and get between my legs. I need that tongue!”

They practiced and practiced. Yummy.

*****

A following session was even more interesting. Judy had planned carefully, as usual.

“I haven’t seen Ron with other girls at school,” she thought, “but I’ve still gotta be sure he doesn’t wander. He won’t wander if he gets all the pussy and visuals he can stand. I know I’m not perfect. I’m too skinny. I’ll work on that,” she vowed.

She flexed her shoulders. Did her boobs look bigger?

“But as long as I can get him to keep coming here for more, I know I’ve got him. And the sisters will help me. They only want him for fun. I want him for more!” Her brain buzzed with plans.

Judy needed little effort to persuade the Heineckes to join the fun. They loved the action, they were always horny, they trusted Judy and Ron — and they were all on The Pill. Their mother was a ‘good’ Catholic but also a realistic liberal. She wanted her girls to be more than mere baby-mills for pious creeps like their father. If that meant getting them prescriptions, and encouraging their love together, and not listening too close to the bishops and Pope, then so be it.

Faith reminded her younger sisters, “Remember, we have rules. And we have reasons. If we stick to them, we’ll have lots of fun, and stay safe. Be cool.”

Hope and Ann agreed. Whether their agreement was honest… well, you can decide.

Faith led her sisters to Judy. They hugged and undressed and plotted.

Ron rang the doorbell and was shouted in from the upstairs window. He climbed to Judy’s room. He stopped, astounded. Before him lay a wondrous tableau.

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Tonight is the night, I can feel it in the air. I am getting dressed up for a singles party tonight, so I put on my sleek and silky red outfit. While I look in the mirror, I admire the curves of my body and plentiful bosoms that lift very nicely in this perfect dress that I will use to get the attention of a certain gentleman caller. I choose to forgo the crotchless panties as to not waste any more time then I have to. Leaving and hailing a ride from the local transportation company, I give the driver the directions to the private five-star club. Arrival comes quickly as I daydream of how this evening will start and end. Paying the nice driver, I step out into the cool evening wearing a long, dark coat, thigh highs and pumps. I think to myself “Universe, do your glorious magic tonight.”

Entering the club, I remove my coat, displaying my sexy shoulders layered with my hair, and scan the room. It looks like all my favorite friends are here, so I begin to mingle. Saying hello to everybody, I make my way to the bar to grab a glass of Chardonnay and stare into the crowd. I begin to feel an electricity in the air that I know all too well and turn istanbul escort around. That is when I see him walking in alone, how much more perfect can this be. I will play it cool and let him come to me. Just then he is behind me, standing very close, one hand on my hip and the other rubbing my ass. He whispers, “Very nice, I have missed you”. As I turn around, I give him a sheepish smile and bow my head to admire his body. He is so damn sexy, and I can’t wait any more as I take him by the hand and walk him to the nearest room.

We take a look around and everybody is busy hugging and chatting. He takes control this time and leads me into a room that is meant to be used for private matters. We enter the room and he leads me to stand in front of a big comfy wingback chair. He places his hands at the back of my neck and begins to kiss me passionately and deeply. The feeling of this man’s tongue entangling with mine is delicious and warm. As we continue to kiss his hands explore the curves of my body down to my hips. He slowly and sensually lifts the dress over my hips avcılar escort and motions me to sit on the edge of the chair. As I sit on the edge of the seat, he spreads my legs open and places my legs over the arms of the chair to gain full access and a full view of what I have to offer and begins to tease me with his fingers. Placing his fingers in me I begin to moan as he moves them in and out in a slow style to provide full desire.

While he is touching me on the inside, he uses his thumb to rub my most sensitive part bringing me to a full organism. Taking his other hand, he removes my breasts from the material that has been holding them and places them in his mouth. The talent of this man is extraordinary and all I can do is place my hands on the top part of the chair and hold on for the ride. He wastes no time and takes his hands off me and removes his pants. He is standing at full erection, and I lean forward to please him and he says no. He places my legs back over the chair arms again and enters me. The slow pounding brings me to another level of a climax and then the pounding increases as I let şirinevler escort out screams of enjoyment. He smiles an even bigger grin and removes his cock from me.

Placing my hands in his he leads me to stand and he sits in the chair. As I wait for him to settle in the seat, I take this opportunity to remove my dress. He looks at me with those sexy eyes that make me think again that it is my turn to suck him, but I was wrong. He motions me to straddle the chair arms with my legs and face him. Sitting in this position I am hovering over him and he lifts his hips to enter me. I don’t have to do any work as his pumps me full of his large dick while pounding me from underneath. The feel of this position is overpowering and sensual. I try to hold in all my juices but that is not easy as this feels like the best position I have ever entertained. He places his hands on my hips so that he can thrust me down as he thrusts up. I scream as I cum all over and lose my breath in this workout. Fuck he is talented and is as dirty as I am. As we come to the end of this ever lasting fuck he removes himself before he explodes and now I know that is my cue. Climbing off the chair, sore as hell, he holds his cock in hand and I get down on my knees and to help him finish it off. Not long after I place him in my mouth, he explodes and his juices flow down my throat. Exhausted and satisfied, we both collapse on the floor and lie there for a few minutes as we gather our thoughts after what just happened.

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Part 3 is called “One Night of Liberty in Perth”, it came about before we decided on putting things in order.

As I’ve mentioned before, I had one experience with an older woman (Thailand) many years ago, 2 years out of High School. I hadn’t really thought of it at the time but I was 19 and she was 30 years older than me. It was my first experience with what I like to call “a real woman.” That happened in the late 1970’s and Elizabeth is now just over 80 years old. We haven’t communicated in about 10 years but that’s not for lack of my trying. It’s possible she passed away but I don’t know. She may have simply moved from Milton Keynes.

After Elizabeth there were only a few women until I got married 4 years later. One night stands in Singapore, Hong Kong, and Manama, Bahrain. Nothing much to say about those other than they were drunken bar girls (No, no hookers. They were all tourists. Singapore was Chinese, Hong Kong was American, and Manama was a mixed race woman from South Africa).

Then I got married. This will probably sound very familiar to alot of guys. My ex-wife was a lovely woman and we had sex quite a bit before marriage. Anyway, after marriage sex was quite a different story. So, being a guy I began to wander and fantasize… AOL fed the fantasy.

I was on AOL chatting ALOT. One day I I started talking to a woman. Unfortunately I cannot recall her name anymore. She was a dentist in Northern California, near Davis if I recall correctly. We talked for a couple weeks off and on and then one day she asks me to join her in an AOL chat room called Physicians On-Line (or POL).

As you should know by now I am not and never have been in the medical field. She simply thought I’d fit in well with the folks, every couple of days I’d have to explain to people how I’d gotten in there.

The site was mostly females in the medical field and all manner of careers. Several of the women and I became quite close and we chatted almost daily, a few had given me their telephone numbers as well. Chatting led to the loft for private talks and those private talks evolved into sexual topics and then descriptions of having sex with each other, sexting as its become known. The internet allows a lot of anonymity and safety for women looking for a little excitement with almost no consequences.

Most of the women were single/divorced and pretty obviously horny, (be patient we are going somewhere with this, ya I know… I’m never very brief).

Eventually talk moved to discussions which wound up with either sex in the loft (a private chat window) or phone sex. I got into AOL in January and by mid-February I had a meeting with one married woman a few years older than me. No dramatic age difference, I was 38 and she was about 40. We met in POL, she was a nurse at a hospital north of San Diego and were mutually disappointed in our home sex lives. She was clearly looking for a little safe excitement.

We exchanged pictures (nothing nude or sexual), shortly our chats seemed to always center on our sex lives, she was the first person to ever ask me to “make love to her” online. So, the loft was used and after she said she’d been masterbating to what I wrote. I guess that’s pretty normal. A week or so later she suggested we meet. I didn’t mind, shit maybe I’d get lucky. The pictures showed me what looked like a very conservative woman, in every picture she was at home, always pictured alone with her hands crossed in front of her at the waist, brunette hair in a bun on top of her head, her body shape was hard to determine because of the way she dressed. Her tops were loose fitting long sleeved shirts with skirts from the hips to the mid-calf, and flat shoes. She reminded me alot of one of those Mormon woman you see on TV from time to time. Old style long dresses and such. I honestly don’t recall her name anymore but I’ll call her Susan.

She told me she loved having sex and lamented the fact her husband wasn’t interested adding he’d been her only sex partner. They met in high school and married quickly. Her talks about sex were mostly questions: cock sizes, women’s breasts, what men found attractive, shaved/trimmed/or natural, how people reacted when aroused, etc. One day she asked if I’d send her a picture of my cock so she could compare her husbands to a different one. I figuer, “WTH, why not,” and I sent her a picture with my cock framed against a ruler.

It took some convincing for her to accept it was a pretty normal sized cock (which it is). It’s a tad over 6 inches and about 2 inches thick. I did not ask for and she didn’t offer any naked pictures of herself. I learned that she masterbated several times a month in the shower, she only used her fingers (no toys), she had never been with a woman or ever considered it, and felt a need to control or suppress herself when aroused. She was one sexually inhibited lady.

All this seemed odd but I told her she’d never have the time to masterbate if I were her husband, that l’d keep her on her back with her toes curled. She appreciated that.

Which was true, I love women and unless they are simply fugly, am willing istanbul escort to treat them all lovingly.

So, she wanted to meet…

To make sure she felt safe in meeting me I insisted we meet in a very public place and suggested an eating place off of I-5 just north of San Diego. I told her what I’d be wearing and she asked what I thought she should wear. I asked her to wear one of the dresses she had on in a picture she had sent me. A very nice white nice blouse with embroidered flowers and a dark blue mid-calf length skirt that buckled with a black belt high around her waist. This way I was sure to recognize her and I besides, thought she looked very nice in it.

Our meeting was put off several times due to mutual doubts as to whether it was wise or not. She was afraid her husband would find out, then she was just afraid, then she stopped talking to me for a week, then popped back on. Finally we set a date to meet when her husband was up north on a salmon fishing trip.

We were to meet in the evening after supper and rush hour… hoping the place would be fairly quiet. We were set to meet at 7:30pm. I was a bit late and arrived close to 7:45 pm. As I’m walking in I see her outfit walking out.

Finally seeing her in person, Susan was a simple looking woman, height about 5ft 6in, weight around 160, I’d estimate her measurements as 34D-32-36, she wore what I asked her to wear, brunette hair wrapped up into a bun on the back of her head, brown eyes, and flat shoes, if you had put glasses on her she’d look like someone’s Mormon grandmother. I called her name and she stopped. I went for the hug and she presented her hand for a hand shake.

I explained why I was late, she thought I’d gotten cold feet, I had missed my off ramp and wound up several miles down the motorway. We went back in and sat opposite each other in the darkest booth I could find which was several tables from anyone else.

She ordered a slow gin fiz and I had a Long Island. Our conversation started quickly because we already knew so much about each other. I was more than a little surprised to hear her immediately ask if she could trust that I had had a vasectomy. I confirmed I’d had one and added, “That’s not something to joke about with women.”

I had slipped my shoes off to be more comfortable and as we talked I’d let my foot touch hers from time to time. At first she jerked butt then didn’t seem to notice, we were getting along famously. She said something funny and as we laughed I reached out with my feet and put them around hers.

She kicked my feet away playfully. I said, “Don’t you play footsy with me,”

and reached over with my foot. She moved her feet and wound up kicking me accidentally.

I said “Ouch, you have your shoes on. That’s not fair.”

She moved a bit and said, “Not anymore.” I searched her feet out and found she had indeed removed her shoes as well. This led to our putting our feet together as we talked, we’d touch toes, tickle the bottoms, link toes, generally playing footsy as we talked. It was surprisingly relaxing.

This went on for a bit and then I tossed caution to the wind let my fight foot slip up the inside of her left leg, up under her dress, and onto the seat between her legs. When I’d gotten to her knee she had gasped and clutched at her dress to keep my foot from raising it. I took a drink and looked over the glass as I pressed my foot forward and between her legs. It only took a moment and the sole of my foot below my toes was resting firmly on her mound.

Poor Susan was actually shaking, her eyes darted around looking at everything but me. I pulled my foot back a bit and let my big toe tickle her clit once and then moved my foot back to the floor. I’m not a foot person by any stretch of the imagination and doing all that had just occurred to me.

Well, she didn’t leave.

She hesitantly started talking to me again and then I felt her foot move up my leg, she was rocking it back and forth hitting my thighs. I smiled and took her foot in my hands and pulled it closer so I could rub it, she shifted herself closer to the edge of her seat. I began to massage her foot and she commented on how nice it felt, she was relaxing either because of the foot massage or the alcohol (of which she’d had 2 by this time). As I was massaging her foot I intentionally moved if from time to time into my crotch. Not making any comment on doing it. This went on for about 10 minutes before I put my right foot back between her legs. She actually facilitated it when she felt it on her knee. She spread her legs a bit and up it went under her dress.

Her hands had dropped to her lap and she was smoothing her skirt but didn’t do

anything to move my foot away. She looked up at me and I lifted her foot so she could see her toes above the table, I made motions to massage my foot as I rocked my foot back and forth between her legs against her thighs just like she had done. Since my legs are longer than hers all I had to do was move my foot a little toward her and I would have been avcılar escort against her pussy again. The sole of my foot could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, I must have been very close to it.

She began to rub my foot and we talked about massages. She knew quite alot and had read extensively about pressure and release points. I was (and am) clueless and just know what feels nice. As she rubbed my foot I would slowly tilt it toward her until it was against her panties and moving around against her clit as she rubbed it. She’d get clearly embarrassed and try to shift her hips but because I had her left foot she never could go far. As I said, I’m not really a foot person but she had very nice feet, smooth skin, no roughness anywhere, no bunyons or corns, calluses, long and thin much like mine, well kept, pedicured, and painted.

I let my hands slide up her thigh and massaged her for a few moments, when I slid my hands back down her leg I pulled her foot hard against my cock and moved her foot around on my cock and balls, in the same movement my left foot went hard up against her clit. I moved my foot a bit and felt her clit move. It seemed huge compared to what I was used to. Not that I’ve made a habit of feeling clits with my feet, mind you.

She began to look around again to see if any one was noticing. No one even close to us. I pressed my foot forward to get her clit under my toes. Curling them I decided she really did have a huge clit. It was the largest clit I’d ever felt… I moved my foot around a bit and figured it had to be protruding about 1 inch from it’s sheath and had a pencil’s diameter. The entire time she had her hands on my ankle but never stopped my foot movements. In fact, her eyes had closed and fluttered a few times in concert with my toe movements. I took my big toe and pressed against her clit and made it move back and forth against her mound.

Susan gasped and involuntarily lurched forward a few inches over the table. She let go of my ankle and placed her hands on the sides of the table, palms down and thumbs gripping the table.

“Wow, you have a very sensitive clit,” I whispered.

She had never mentioned anything unusual about the size or sensitivity of her clit so she was either unaware it was larger than most or was embarrassed by it.

Susan nodded her head and said, “Always has been”, I began gently massaging her clit and said, “Is that ok?” She nodded and I felt her foot press harder on my cock. It didn’t take long and I felt her crotch getting very wet. I bent my knee a bit so I could put my toe more firmly against her pussy and moved it up and down and found she was getting a lot more than wet, I could feel fluid.

Susan was someplace else now, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply, every few seconds she would give a little shake almost like a spasm. I managed to hook my toe on her panty leg and slipped it under her the egde directly onto her clit. Her eyes shut, hips jerked back, and legs clenched together to grab my foot. Her clit was super sensitive.

“What fucking guy wouldn’t love to have this woman in bed?” I asked myself. She was more responsive that anyone I’d been with or fooled around a bit with.

She slid back in her seat away from my foot. She remained partly bent over, it took a few moments but Susan relaxed opened her eyes, smiled at me, withdrew her foot, and glanced at her watch.

It was 9:30 pm and she said she’d better be going, “before I get myself in trouble.” She said she needed to go pee and I paid the bill. She came out of the bathroom and we walked to her car. She was parked on the side where no one else was parked. Seemed intentional to keep from anyone seeing her car from the main road. When we got to her car she turned and leaned against it, her arms in that same crossed position at her waist. I stood in front of her and we mutually said we’d had a good time and it was ending well.

I asked if she saw us meeting again and she said, “Maybe.” “Well, give me a hug and I’ll be going,” I said. She came off the car and hugged me. I kept the hug because I liked her perfume and the feel of her large mom breasts against my chest. Looking down at her I gave her a kiss on the cheek but didn’t let her go saying, “This really feels nice.”

Susan said quietly in my ear, “Yes it does.” I leaned back a little bit and looked her in the eyes, then I kissed her on the left cheek, then on the right cheek… she stayed still looking at me. I bent forward and kissed her lightly on the lips wondering how she’d react. She didn’t open her mouth but I felt her jaw open just a bit but her lips stayed closed, like she was considering kissing me back. I didn’t let her ponder this long.

I kissed her again and opened my mouth to her. My tongue tasted her lips and she briefly hesitated but then began kissing me back, dropping her purse to the ground. Our tongues dueled and I pressed her against the car door putting my arms around her and holding her tightly.

I broke the kiss long enough to walk us to the passenger side of her car which was the şirinevler escort side away from the restaurant. I leaned against the door and pulled her to me. Both her hands lowered and cupped my cock. She looked at me with seemingly glazed over eyes and said, “I have to see it.” Taking my arms from around her she stepped back slightly and undid my pants by the belt and unzipped them. She reached in and her finger tips traced up and down and then around my cock before pulling it out. She said nothing as she looked down at it. She fondled it for a few moments before slowly stroking it with her right hand.

I don’t think she was trying to jerk me off but rather caressing it mostly out of curiosity or naivete. I gently lifted her chin and pulled her back to me to kiss her. She kept her hands on my cock as we kissed. A few minutes went by and she pressed her hips against me so my cock would rub against her mound. I put both hands on her ass and helped her grind against me. She started to move her upper body to rub her tits against me as her kiss got more passionate.

This must not have been doing it for her because as she continued to kiss me she lifted the front of her skirt and positioned my cock so it was between her legs rubbing on her panty clad pussy right on her clit. Her hips jerked when my cock touched her clit. I moved my fingers to raise up her dress high enough so that my hands could slip under her panties so I could grasp each ample ass cheek in a hand. She seemed to be completely absorbed in the kiss and humping her clit on my cock. Feeling a green light had been given, I pulled my hands out just enough to pull her panties down in the back and then slid my hands around the front to ease her panties over her wide hips.

Her panties were low around her hips with my cock under them between her legs. I moved my right hand around her left hip so the palm of my hand was on her belly. Then slid it down to discover what I expected, A full bush. My index finger slipped between lips and over her clit. I got her clit between my two middle fingers and since she was so wet I slid my hand back and forth keeping her clit between my fingers. She was still locked to my mouth, now moaning lightly and raised her right leg until her thigh was horizontal and her calf verticle, her ankle wrapped around my left knee, this exposed her pussy completely and she pressed her face hard against my neck, eyes closed, her lips on my neck, tongue licking

me.

I wanted her clit in the palm of my hand and kept sliding my hand down into her hair until, in her wetness, my index finger smoothly slid into her vagina. The entire time my finger was sliding over her clit she was shuddering and clamped her lips on my neck. I almost had to support her with my left hand on her ass, her knees almost gave way. At that point I stopped moving my hand but Susan was still shaking and moved to kiss me with her saliva dripping down my chin. I didn’t know if she was coming or not… but was loving it.

My index finger was joined by another and she had 2 fingers up to the second knuckle in her vagina and my palm directly over her clit. I began to move the palm of my hand in a little circle to feel her huge clit move under it. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and pulled it as her hips jerked. I stopped my palm and started finger fucking her. Her reaction was a moan and a grind of her hips toward me. She was getting wetter and wetter as I finger fucked her. To a moan and jerk, I removed my finger from her vagina and grabbed my cock by the base. I maneuvered my cock between her legs and slid the head between her lips and over her clit.

Pushing forward, her well lubricated labia and lips folded around my cock as it slid between her legs, I had not penetrated her bu. I was very close to cuming because of the situation and state of arousal. I pulled her ass hard against me with my left hand. Her arms were now wrapped around me clutching her chest to me. My cock wanted to stand straight up and was pushing hard against her pussy. I felt if I moved a single stroke I would wind up inside her she was so wet.

So, I made little movements with my hips and she showed she liked by raising up onto her toes, putting her hands on my shoulders pushing herself away from me and tilting her hips toward me, her right ankle locked behind my left knee. This was a “fuck me” move if I’d ever seen one. I moved my hips away from her and my cock slid until my cockhead was on her clit. Then I started to push back in and because she had tilted her hips and was so wet, my cockhead slid right to her. She was hot and dripping wet and just as it slipped deeper beyond the cockhead I guess it hit the “Awareness Button.”

Susan’s conservative side suddenly reappeared.

She broke the kiss, opened her eyes, and stepped backwards away from me all in one movement. My cock slid up and smacked me in the belly. Susan grasped her chest with her arms, hands clenched, and said, “Oh my God”, stood for a moment and then pulled her panties back up and put her skirt back where it belonged all the while looking around frantically. This took a few moments and she was talking to herself the whole time saying she should never have come, husband to worry about, ashamed children, proper women don’t do these things, selfish actions… etc. She fumbled in her purse for her keys as she walked around the front of her car to the driver’s side and got inside.

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… After lying in post orgasmic bliss for a while, he got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. I heard the water turn on and smiled, knowing this was going to be another wonderful sexual encounter. Silently I padded to the bathroom and peeked in, watching him standing at the tub, adjusting the water temperature… his body gleaming with perspiration and his skin flushed… looking very fuckable!! He turned and saw me staring. “See anything you like babe?” he asked. I nodded my head and stepped through the doorway into his arms.

He embraced me lovingly, gliding his fingers through my tangled hair… down my arms… across my shoulders… and over my breasts, the nipples standing erect and straining for his touch. Lowering his head, he captured one nipple into his mouth and gently suckled, swirling his tongue over it before he bit down sharply… just enough to illicit a surprised gasp from me. He laughed and kissed my nipple… “All better,” he said.

He stepped into the shower, took my hand and pulled me in with him. The water was hot, running down my body to the juncture of my thighs and down my legs. His eyes skimmed my body appreciatively as he pushed me under the spray of the shower. bakırköy escort I stood there, water trickling down my face and hair as his hands roamed my skin, caressing every inch of me… paying attention to every spot. He dipped his head to mine, taking my lips with his… gently running his tongue over my bottom lip before easing it between my lips and teeth for a long deep kiss. Neither one of us cared that we were under the spray… we had only passion for each other.

He turned me around with my back to his front, the water spraying on my breasts, keeping my nipples hard. Skimming his fingers down my stomach, he instructed me to put one foot up on the side of the tub. His fingers found my pussy and he slipped his middle finger deep inside, while caressing my clit with his thumb. I moaned and leaned against him as he kissed the side of my neck, moving up to my earlobe. “Like that baby?” he whispered into my ear as I felt my knees go weak with the impending climax. He continued to lovingly stroke my clit illiciting a rush of my juices upon his hand. “MMMMMMM”, he groaned, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. My eyes widened as he brought them beşiktaş escort to my mouth next, allowing me to suck my juices off of his fingers.

Leaving my foot on the side of the tub, he knelt in front of me, inhaling my sweet scent, face close to my pussy… so close I could feel his warm breath on my skin. Slowly he moved forward, just barely touching my smooth pussy lips with his tongue. I felt my legs go weak and he reached up to grasp my hips before delving his tongue deep into my pussy. I moaned loudly and gazed down at him, the water spraying over his head and running down his face onto my skin. He lazily ran his tongue up and down my pussy lips, over my clit, deliberately… sucking, then biting gently… my juices flowing into his mouth… lapping them up… going back for more. It was heaven.

He got up then, turned me around, and pressed me up against the wall in the shower. He teased my pussy with the tip of his cock, running it up and down my slit… chuckling when I whimpered with desire. Slowly he entered me, very slow, and very deep… letting my pussy fill with him. Leaning against me, his chest pressing against my back, he kissed my neck, the beylikdüzü escort side of my face, my earlobes… whispering words of love in my ears as he moved his cock in and out of my now dripping pussy. His arms circled my middle and he began plunging his cock deeper and faster into me, thrusting like a wild animal… as if he couldn’t get enough of this wonderful experience. I groaned low in my throat, splaying my hands against the wall of the tub as he thrusted into me, one arm around me, the other hand playing with my clit… making me cum over and over… draining my energy… my legs quivering… loving me the best way he could.

With one deep thrust and a low moan, the let forth a stream of hot cum inside my pussy. Sprinkling small kisses over my neck and shoulders, he gathered me into his arms as we stood under the spray of the shower. I took the bar of soap into my hands and lathered his body, from head to toe… loving him with my hands. He took the soap from me and did the same… hands gently and slowly caressing my curves, washing me clean. By now the water was getting cold and the bathroom was full of steam. After we rinsed off, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower… taking my hand to help me out as well. We stood in the bathroom gazing at our reflections in the mirror… him standing behind me, arms around my waist, my head nestled back into his chest… both of us looking so satisfied… and so in love… knowing our week together was going to be way too short!!

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3:45pm

The noise that escaped from between his lips sounded like an animal’s growl as he got on the bed with me and ran his warm hands over my body.

“Fucking hell, you are a proper little slut, aren’t you? A delicious looking one it’s true, but still a slut. A little slut who wants to be fucked. Hard and rough and now. Am I right?”

“Yes Sir, I want you to fuck me, please Sir, oh please – fuck me.” I begged him, desperate to feel his cock in me again, needing him to use me, to take me and abuse me as he wished.

He knelt between my legs, taking his engorged cock in his hand, stroking it. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and he knew. He knew just how much I wanted it.

“You love my cock don’t you slut? You want it in your pussy again, you want my cock to fill your wet cunt, you want to feel this don’t you?”

“Yes Sir, please, please fuck me, I want you, I need you so much.”

He continued to stroke his cock in front of me, teasing me. I reached my hand down to my pussy, wanting something to fill me, even if it was just my fingers, I needed to cum again. He caught my wrist in his strong halkalı escort hand before I could get between my legs.

“Oh I don’t think so – definitely not.”

He held my hand tight, pushing it back onto the bed – only letting go to lay his hand on my neck, waiting for my reaction. I placed my hand on top of his, tight enough to let him know I was happy.

“Good girl” he said, slipping his cock into me, “I’m going to treat you like the proper slut you are.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, and again lay my hand on top of his on my neck, squeezing a little more, “good.”

“Oh, like that is it? I see. I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’ll look at me and be thankful, like a grateful little slut.”

He did. He pounded my grateful wet cunt with his cock, every thrust seemingly harder and faster. His grip tightening on my neck, my eyes never leaving his.

“You dirty fucking slut, you love me treating you like this don’t you? Cum for me slut, cum.”

His cock pounding me faster, harder, his hand tight on my neck, the taksim escort other reaching for my arse, spanking it, bringing me so close to cumming for him.

His hand spanking me again and again, “cum for me slut, do it.”

My breathing turning to short gasps as I experience the pure ecstasy of orgasm, “ohhhh god, oh my god.”

The intensity of his eyes on mine, his hand around my neck and the orgasm, it felt amazing.

I closed my eyes, trying to get my breath back, loosening my legs from around his waist.

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you yet.”

He pulls his hard cock from my body, stroking its length with one hand, grabbing at my tits with the other.

“I’ve wanted to abuse your tits like this for some time slut, I hope you’re ready.”

I thrust my chest towards him in answer, it was all the encouragement he needed as his cum landed over my tits and my hair fanned out on the bed.

He collapsed on the bed next to me, his breathing coming in hard gasps.

“Wow.” He looked at me.

“Wow indeed.”

“Well, I guess that’s our şişli escort hour up then, that was fun my little slut.” He stood, searching for his clothes. “Let me know when you’re back in town, we could do coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“Yes, coffee, it’s not like we could do this again is it?”

“No I suppose not.” I get off the bed and stand in front of him. I reach up to his face, bringing it towards mine, my naked body pressed against his. I kiss him. Hard and meaningful. He kisses me right back, wrapping his arms around me.

I break away from the kiss. “Well, you’d best be off, and I should get back to work.”

He doesn’t let me go. “You know if things were different I’d…”

I break him off before he can finish. “Things are not different though are they? They are as they are and we have to live with that.” I prize his arms from around me. “Now, you have to get home and I have to get back to work.”

He looks at me, that devilish glint back in his eye.

“When is your next meeting?”

“In an hour.”

He lifts me and starts walking towards the bathroom.

I protest. “What are you doing?”

“Well, that gives me half an hour to do what I promised to do earlier.” He puts me down on the side of the bath and turns on the taps.

“Which is?” I ask.

“To clean you up properly.”

“Oh.” is all I can manage to say before he covers my mouth with his own and the steam from the hot tap begins to envelope us.

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I rushed out of the room banging the door behind me and shouting back at him, “James, you are a bum! How can you do that to me? Go and screw her now!”

I was so annoyed, I was thoroughly pissed off. I could not think clearly because of what he had done to me. James deceived me that the Christmas trip was for himself and I. We would drive out far to the north to the city of Maun and how it would take us two days to get there. I was so excited that I would have him all to myself. Then 3 days before we were to leave James told me that a friend of his, a woman, would join us on the trip. I wondered why I would want another woman in our midst when it should be just me and my boyfriend James? I felt strongly that she would interfere in our private moment.

He replied, “Oh no, no, it will have no such effect on us!”

Then on the 23rd of December he told me that somebody else was going to be joining us. I was about to start getting annoyed when he told me that it was a man called David. I remembered David because he had done a few accounting jobs with him in the past and that made me feel a little secure because now the woman who he told me was called Fridah could be kept busy by this new man called David, and therefore felt that my time with my boyfriend was going to be secure.

On the 24th of December we set off with James, David and this woman called Fridah. It turned out to be a lot of fun because the three of us knew each other and apparently James knew the woman quite well so there was quite a bit of camaraderie. Fridah and David were in the back while I was in the front passenger seat beside James who was driving. Talk flowed freely back and forth, jokes were flying from the front to the back; we quickly became one group and it turned out to be a very nice drive. Fridah was the only one who interrupted herself to talk to someone on her phone, though it did not really break the mood in the car.

When we got to Maun, James said that we should not make the other people feel bad by going into the same room because the two, David and this woman, were not that well known to each other. James was the one who knew Fridah well and the three of us had worked together previously so we more or less knew each other. I agreed that I was going to sleep in the same room with Fridah, and he and David would use the other room. All this sounded good until we got into our room. I found that Fridah’s calls were video WhatsApp chats with a man. I could hear his voice sounding very much in love with Fridah, but I could not tell whether she returned his love. You see, we who are women have got the capacity pretend to be anything, so I was not that sure whether Fridah was in love with this man but he himself sounded besotted. These video chats could happen at any time and sometimes they woke me up in the dead of night; the light on her screen woke me up and their chat would keep me from going back to sleep. This would disturb me so much that I would be irritable during the day because of not getting enough sleep.

Poor David seemed to be out on a limb during the day when I kept close to my boyfriend, more or less taking him from the group. Fridah’s nightly chats with her man were only helping to fire my desire for James. I tickled my pussy many times to get rid of the fire that would build up in my loins. Two fingers in my vagina brought me to the boil in a short while so that I only needed to rub my very swollen clit for a few seconds before I erupted pendik escort in a huge orgasm. I had to bite my lower lip to avoid being heard by Fridah. I hoped, however, that her chat was keeping her so occupied that she would not be in a position to overhear my pleasure consuming me.

We made outings to see wild game, visit a museum and had a picnic one day. In the evenings we came back to the same sleeping arrangement, which only highlighted to my mind that the Christmas I expected with my James was getting too crowded for my liking. James’ denial that our time would not be affected began to pale. Despite my pleas, Fridah did not want to stop doing her thing at night because she said love was not a tap or a switch; they call when they miss one another. “He misses me he calls me, when I miss him I call him. Its that simple!” she finished with a shrug.

But on the final night in Maun, I felt ready to explode. James seemed to have developed some kind of interest in Fridah, smiling at her in a way I found suggestive. I began to feel a bit insecure about what else might be going on between these two. They seemed to get on quite well, with talk about buying cars; apparently she wanted to sell her current one, which I now discovered with shock was the same one we had come in. So she was not merely an invitee to this trip that James had led me to believe was his and mine. She had been one of its architects! This, coupled with what James had told me about working with her on some financial jobs, grew in my mind to become a very real threat to my love for James. I got so worked up by these facts that it began to look kind of obvious that James may be somewhat attracted to this woman. I wanted to scream to him that she has got a man that she chatted with every day. I tried to pull him away to tell him about that but it was of no use.

I made a decision all of a sudden. I had to head James off before he ever thought of making a move on this older woman while we are out here. I would move into James’ room for the rest of the trip. Where David was going to go was not my headache; I did not care. Why did Fridah look so very surprised that I could do something like that? Didn’t she already know that James was mine? All I wanted at that moment was to sleep with James. I wanted him to make love to me and take his mind off his infatuation with this older woman. Once in the room and David had gone off I didn’t care where, I said, “Am I truly your girlfriend, James?”

He looked at me in startled fashion. “Why, because I asked you to share with Fridah?” Then he stared hard at me. “You think I am gay?”

“No, no! I dont mean that.” With shock I fumbled about for words and could not find the right ones. But I tried to plough on. “Who is Fridah to you, darling? Please tell me the truth!” My voice was plaintive.

“No, no, no! We’re just professional colleagues, we do things together but we are not friends or lovers.”

I was inclined to believe him when he pulled me into his arms and kissed me just like old times. I allowed myself to be kissed, and to kiss him back. Then just as if we were in the city, I felt my nipples gather together and stand up. A warm fluid wet my panties. All my pent-up desire from the provocation of Fridah’s chats with her man broke forth. I wanted this my man like a drowning man needs air. I brought my hand to grab his cock through his boxers and massaged it. He got more excited and the cock kartal escort acknowledged me by twitching in my hand. This inflamed me yet more and I found my panty was really wet. He pulled my short-sleeved top off almost roughly and fell upon my aching boobs sucking them through my bra. He grabbed it with his teeth while his hands unclasped it from my back so that he could pull it off with his mouth. He made a sound as if he were spitting it onto the bed, and licked my right boob from the aureole towards its base. I wanted him to do it on my nipple; but his hand was circling my left boob in the same tantalising fashion, punishing me. Unlike his habit, tonight he was not looking into my eyes the way he normally did. He kept this up, circling one with his tongue and the other with his fingers, driving me crazy. I popped his cock from his boxers and rubbed it up and down. This only fired my desire to have it plunging inside me yet stronger. He pulled my panty down my legs and I stepped out of them; now I was completely nude. For my man, my love! If he had anything for the older woman I was going to break it this very night!

I shucked his shirt from his shoulders so that we were both naked. I fell back into the bed. A little jostling placed him at my entrance ready to enter me. I felt his helmet nudging my outer lips bit by bit. Then it came in contact with my warm wetness.

“Aaahhh,” he exhaled in lust. He pulled back a fraction and pushed back. I felt something like a popping as his nut broke through the frontier formed by my outer lips; I felt his stem slowly sinking into my pussy all in one movement. Then he was all the way inside. I swung my hips upwards to encourage him to start moving his wonderful cock in me and give me that which I had hungered for all those nights. He began moving his pelvis to draw his cock almost out and then he came back in. By and by we found our usual rhythm, his cock touching all sorts of corners inside me. He felt even more insistent than his usual, and it came as a shock when his body stiffened suddenly like a corpse and he cried, “My sweet Fidah!” in the throes of passion. I opened my eyes and looked into his face.

“What did you say, James?”

“I came so hard, darling!”

“But who did you call out to? It sure wasn’t my name!”

He was silent for a moment. “You know I love only you, Annie!”

“No, you don’t! You called that woman’s name. I heard it clearly!” With that I pushed him off me and jumped off the bed. I pulled on my clothes in such a hurry that I didn’t care which way anything was.

“You’re a liar!”

“Annie, please don’t say that.”

“You cannot be making love to me while you’re thinking about Fridah in the next room. If that’s what you want get up and go and join her in the room!”

And I rushed out of his room, shouting back at him. I met David coming up the stairs towards the rooms. Maybe he had gone to the bar. Without a thought of where he might have been heading to, I poured out my story. Naturally he held me while I sobbed my eyes out.

At that moment I heard James open the door behind me. The noise I had made in the room must have disturbed Fridah for she too peeped out of the door that used to be ours. Suddenly I was overcome with emotion.

“I don’t want to sleep in the same room with that woman again!”

David looked at me in a puzzled way, as if he wondered whether I expected him to pay for an extra room for maltepe escort me.

“James, what’s happening here?” I heard Fridah’s voice. Then I heard James moving towards our door. Suddenly a solution presented itself to my mind. Quickly, I pulled David towards his room, which he had been sharing with James. I locked the door so that James could not come back. ‘Let him sleep with that old woman,’ I thought cruelly.

Seeing that I was still very emotional, he was very sympathetic and he held me close. My unfulfilled desire a few minutes earlier began to awaken, and I was so mad with James that I did not stop to think that this man was all of a stranger; all I needed was to satisfy my throbbing pussy. We found ourselves groping one another hungrily. Soon enough he was fondling my unsupported breast lightly pinching my nipple, causing me to rub my thighs together like I need to pee. Which wasn’t too far different, because my pussy was leaking its juices. They were starting to run down my thighs unhindered by a panty. That was somewhere on the floor. Then he kissed me and everything went ascatter. I just wanted him; I wanted the comfort he was giving to get inside my body, to include my body. My hottest passions erupted, so that when he pushed me gently back on the same bed, I opened my thighs willingly. Did he care whether another cock had been pumping in there only minutes ago? Apparently not. He kept angling his cock to take in all corners of my pussy, causing the heat to rise in an almost beastly way. Before I could register in properly in my brain, I erupted like Mt Vesuvius, spewing my juices with such force I heard it jetting out. Do you think the devil of a lover desisted? No, not on your life! He kept giving me stroke after delicious stroke, sending me crashing into more orgasms than I could remember having in my entire life. He made love to me in the most beautiful way. I even thought that James had never done it as well as David had. Then it was his turn to explode into my depths. We collapsed into such a deep sleep that it felt as if we had only slept for mere minutes before morning came.

At breakfast I expected James to be mad at us for locking him out, but they told us that they had slept very well, each at one edge of the bed. I thought, ‘Serves you right, James.’ Then it crossed my mind that James had come in my pussy so it could be true. But aloud I said, “How can you lie like that? You called out this woman’s name in the middle of our lovemaking then you go to her room and tell us that now you did not touch her?”

Fridah looked from me to James in apparent shock. She said, “It is true. I did not do anything with him.” She probably thought I wanted to preserve my relationship with James.

But you see I didn’t believe them. The two of them had booked this trip together, James had lied to me that it was my trip with him to which he had invited Fridah and then later invited David. I now knew that that was not the truth. So I had no more faith in James. Whether or not they had slept in the same bed and not touched each other concerned them not me! As for me, I will never forgive James for doing that to me.

I’m not going to let David go. He is going to become my official boyfriend even though the two of them are in our friend networks. But we don’t meet that much anyway and I’m sure it’s not going to be awkward.

As for the man that she talks to constantly on video, I felt sure he will not be told all the details of what happened on this trip. Certainly not that she slept in the same bed with James, even for one night. No man will believe that! If she is will be foolish enough to tell him those details, that would be the end of their love affair.

But I am quite sure she will not do that!

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Lunch was a little bit strained. They engaged in small talk, covering the weather, office politics, and a bit about the project. They even laughed a small bit, but neither wanted to address the elephant in the room. The walk back to office was mostly silent and, at times, awkward.

After brief rest stops they both returned to the conference room where their laptops and work papers remained side by side, just as they’d left them. Once again almost shoulder to shoulder in their seats they began working. The work seemed to break the spell and they pointed to each other’s laptop screen, traded ideas and shifted papers between them just as they had before lunch.

Jack stopped working and turned to face Emma. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

Her heart fell into a pit below her stomach.

“It’s just too distracting having you this close to me. I can’t get any work done because I keep looking at you and thinking about you and wanting to hold your hand again”, he said, his voice a mixture of anguish and longing.

Her heart vaulted back to her chest and started beating faster.

“It’s not right. I’m 16 years older than you and I’m technically your boss, or at least I’m a boss so it’s against company policy. I need to do the right thing and not put you in a compromising position. I’m going to move my stuff back to my office.”

Amid the desperation to stay close to Jack and growing sadness inside her, Emma felt a twinge of lust for Jack as her mind flashed on one or two positions she would like Jack to put her in.

As Jack began to gather his things Emma looked up and laid a hand on his arm. Fighting to keep tears from welling up in her eyes she gently spoke, “It’s okay. You’re not doing anything that compromises me. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Just stay here.”

Emma couldn’t tell what she saw in Jack’s eyes as he looked down at her. If she had to place a label on it she would have chosen ‘pain’.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I don’t know that I can handle myself around you.” He turned and in a few strides was out of the room.

Emma’s hands returned to her keyboard and typed some gobbledygook. She was looking at the screen but wasn’t seeing. Even if she had seen the typed page, it would have been all blurry as a single tear spilled out of one eye and ran down her cheek.

Sitting at his desk Jack still couldn’t concentrate. His mind couldn’t, wouldn’t focus on work. It was on one track only and that track lead straight to Emmaville. He debated the issues in his head, only instead of debating the reasons why he shouldn’t do anything with her or all of the negative issues and complications that would surround any type of relationship that might develop, all he could do was remember what she looked like standing in his doorway this morning, the feel of her hand in his, that cute little giggle, that softness and sweetness in her eyes, how smart she was, how infinitely better he was working with her.

He drifted into fantasizing about what it would be like to hold more than just her hand, about what it would be like to be the sole focus of that softness and sweetness that was at her core, of what he could and would like to do to make her happy. He stopped for a moment, ran his hand over his face, opened his eyes and stood. This woman was worth it and he’d be a fool not to let her know how he felt. He stood in his doorway from which he could see the top of her head over the wall of her cubicle. “Emma”, he called softly, “would you mind coming here for a minute when you’re free?”

She had been back in her cube for no more than twenty minutes when she heard him call her name. His voice was firm and gentle at the same time, commanding yet with a trace of pleading, no, expectation, no, hope, that’s what she heard in it. She must have looked like a prairie dog as she popped up out of her chair so quickly.

“Sure, be right there…, Sir”, she added trying to keep the tone light.

It was all she could do to keep from running to him. He stood aside, one hand on the door the other inviting her into his office. She looked in his eyes as she entered and could not read what she saw in them. Before she knew it the door was closing behind her, the inviting hand and arm were on one side of her and the other on the other side. Jack was moving forward eliminating any space between them until his body pinned hers against the back of the door.

“Emma” he said in a throaty whisper staring straight into her eyes as he brought his right hand up to tenderly cup the left side of her face and his left hand moved to the small of her back to pull her even closer to him. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips; a soft, tender kiss that would be all too short.

Her right hand flew to the back of his neck and held him tight, her left hand slipped behind him to press his right shoulder closer to her and she kissed him back.

Jack’s kiss changed in an instant. He held her tighter with both hands, his lips and mouth became more insistent, more demanding and soon his tongue halkalı escort was in on the act exploring her lips for more.

Emma moaned and felt the moisture gushing inside her. 30 seconds more of this and she would have a wet spot in her jeans let alone her panties!

Jack heard her little moan and responded with a deep, guttural half “mmmmm”, half “grrrrrr”. He was acutely aware of the blood flow suddenly racing to swell his penis. His attention was immediately redirected as Emma broke off the kiss only to bite and hold his lower lip between her teeth for a few moments.

He looked directly in her blue eyes and said “ooohhh, you…, you…”

“Yes?” she taunted with a teasing, playful look on her face, her fingernails lightly scratching through the hair on the back of his head as she stared back directly into his eyes. Those hazel eyes that looked green one minute, gold another and a soft grey another.

“I think work is done for the day” he said softly, kissing her forehead.

Emma leaned in and rested her cheek on his shoulder. Her left arm continued to hold him tightly and the fingers of her right hand weaved through his hair. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled out, collecting and creating a wet spot on his shirt.

Jack felt the wetness on his shoulder and leaned back, “Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

“I’m perfectly fine. I’m more than fine, I’m very happy.”

He gently tucked her head back in against his shoulder and placed soft kisses on the top of her head feeling the silken texture of her hair and breathing in the light fragrance of her shampoo.

“Mmmmmmmm”, she almost purred as she relaxed in his arms, leaning more against him, “you are such a man.”

They stayed like that for an unmeasured amount of time, eons or seconds felt the same. Each became aware of the others heartbeat. Jack became aware of the pleasant feeling of Emma’s breasts pressing against his rib cage. Emma became aware of the new shape at the top of Jack’s left thigh. She tried to shift her hips so that she could feel it press more against her mound than her hip.

Jack felt her shift and leaned his head back. When Emma leaned hers back to look up at him he raised both eyebrows putting a silent question to her. Emma answered by slowly grinding her pelvis against his bulge.

Jack’s hands moved to cup Emma’s ass and pull her off the floor while pushing her back harder against the door. Emma threw both her legs over his hips and hooked her heels just under his ass while throwing both hands around his neck.

Jack could not help himself. He began dry humping her with a sense of urgency. “Oh, Emma Catherine Richardson, what you do to me!”

It was the first time he used her full name! The moisture inside her was now that raging mountain torrent cascading over the rocks, threatening to spill out of her and flood everything in its path. She ground her crotch against him and stared straight back into his eyes as best she could through her heavy lidded, lust filled eyes.

He stopped. Jack held her in his arms. Emma clung to him tightly with her arms and legs.

“You know this is wrong.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Jack, this isn’t wrong. If fact I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure about something.” Emma was almost pleading with him.

“No,” he responded, his voice strong tone firm.

“Please,” Emma beseeched.

A smile broke across Jack’s face. His eyes seemed to grow brighter and the lines at their corners deepened in that way Emma loved. “No,” he said softly, stroking one hand through her hair. “I don’t want our first time to be some rushed, copulation like two teenagers at a high school dance. I’ve waited this long for you; I can wait a few more minutes. Will you come home with me?”

Emma could feel pieces and parts within her bursting to life. Tears rolled down her cheeks only to fall into the wide smile of her mouth. Her reply came unbidden, unrehearsed and unfiltered.

“Certainly, Sir.” She would have added more but Jack’s lips prevented her from forming words as he crushed them against hers.

Jack carefully lowered Emma back to her feet. “Pack up your things. Let’s go now. How did you get here? Did you drive?”

Suddenly Jack was very much in charge. Without any malice or ego he was taking control, just as he did when he assembled a team on a project. He didn’t lord his position and authority over others, he just naturally and self-assuredly took charge.

“I drove,” she answered.

“I walked. I live a little over a mile from the office. Do you mind if we just drive over there? That way you’ll have your car.”

“Sure, sure,” Emma replied. She was in a bit of a daze realizing that she was actually going to Jack’s place to sleep with him. Her insides, both physically and emotionally were on fire and turning to goo as the understanding of how much she had longed for this to happen came fully into the light from whatever taksim escort place she had tried to hide it.

Jack carried both coats and both briefcases in one hand as they rode in the elevator to the garage. In his other hand he held hers as they stood side by side. She looked up at him. He was looking at her with this rather goofy grin on his face. At that moment he could have been a teenager at the dance having just heard a girl say she’d be his steady date.

There were only a handful of cars in the garage. Emma walked to her Audi A4 convertible. The model was a generation or two old but it was clean, shiny without a scratch to be seen. The car was grey with a black cloth roof. The inside was light grey leather.

Emma stopped walking as Jack made his way to the passenger side.

“What?”

Emma stumbled over her words. “Well, I, uh, thought, um, thought, um, you would drive.”

“Your car, you drive. I’ll navigate.”

“Oh.” She unlocked the car and nervously slid behind the wheel. She started the car and proceeded to drive to the exit. As she waited for the security gate to roll up she looked over at Jack. He was a quarter turned in his seat, looking at her, with that goofy grin still on his face.

“Left on Huron when we come out of the garage and then follow Huron through 4 lights.”

Emma followed his directions. There were almost no other vehicles here in the business section of the city. Even so the lights were timed for busy weekday traffic. They stopped at red lights at the first and third signals. Emma could feel Jack staring at her. She looked over at him while they waited for the green.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she felt her cheeks color just a little.

“I’m staring at you, of course,” he said matter of factly. “You are so appealing and I’m enjoying watching you concentrate as you drive. I just can’t believe that I’m here with you and that you’re willing to be with me. I’m so excited, and, to be honest, quite nervous, but I really, really want to be with you.”

Emma’s heart and stomach were performing gymnastics inside her, flipping, vaulting and twisting in reaction to Jack’s words. The light turned green and she mashed her foot down on the accelerator. The car leapt from its standstill and accelerated quickly. Emma loved driving her little sports car.

“Right at the next light and then left on Citadel.”

Emma covered the distance at twice the posted speed limit.

“Right on Elm, then about midway down the block between 265 and 275 there’s a small alleyway, turn into that.”

They were into the older part of the city. The area was locally known as “the Forest” as a number of parallel streets were names of trees – Oak, Maple, Birch, Fir, Larch, and Elm. These streets were lined with three floor ‘brownstones’. One after another, with shared walls, these brick homes covered both sides of the streets in either direction. Each block had a break in the line at the midpoint.

The breaks lead to back alleys that ran behind the brownstones. Depending on their configuration, the homes had parking or patios or a combination between them and the alley. Most had fences with gates and refuse and recycling bins sat behind every house.

“Left and first one on the left,” Jack directed Emma, pointing to an open gate in the low wooden fence.

Emma turned in. There were two vehicles parked in the crushed stone area nearest the alleyway – a shiny grey Audi S6 and a faded red, two door Jeep Wrangler with a soft top.

‘Oooo, I’d love to drive that S6,’ she thought to herself.

“Just park at an angle behind the two cars and you’ll be fine,” he instructed.

As they closed the car doors she heard his keys jingle and followed him across a small brick patio to a wooden door in the brick wall. He unlocked the door, flicked on a light and gestured for her to step inside. As her feet crossed the threshold Emma could not help but feel she was entering a new world.

“I’ll give you the full tour later; we’re going straight to the bedroom.”

At those words Emma felt a surge in the tingle between her legs that had been present since that kiss in Jack’s office.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied as she began to ascend the stairs in front of her. The swat of Jack’s hand on her ass felt surprisingly erotic.

“Smart ass.”

As they passed through the doorway at the top of the stairs Jack placed his hands on Emma’s hips and guided her through a 180 degree turn to head her down a long hallway.

“Kitchen to the left, now dining room, now living room,” Jack said, providing the abbreviated version of the house tour. Jack repeated the hands on her hips 180 degree turn to direct her to the next flight of stairs. “Powder room on your left,” he continued as they turned.

This flight of stairs was shorter but still arrived at the end of a hallway. Jack let Emma negotiate the turn without assistance and she looked back at him with a curious expression.

“What, no guidance?”

“I şişli escort figured you could handle this one on your own. That’s the second bathroom there and this first door is the Master bedroom.”

Hesitantly Emma stepped across the threshold and moved into the room. Jack stepped in behind her and, though he was the only person living in this house, self-consciously closed the door. He moved to the middle of the room about 8or 10 feet from Emma.

The two stood facing each other in awkward silence. It appeared neither one of them knew what to do with their hands. They both started blushing. It took about 30 seconds, though it felt much, much longer to both of them, for Jack to break the ice.

“Are you as nervous and scared as I am?”

“Probably even more than you,” Emma replied.

“Except for a few medical professionals I haven’t been naked in front of another person in a long, long time. In fact, I don’t think I’ve been naked in front of a real woman for more than a decade.”

“I think I’m the same time frame. At least you shut the bedroom door so your parents won’t know you have a naked girl in your room,” Emma tittered nervously.

“You’re no girl, Emma. You are so much more. I think that’s why I’m so nervous. I really want you to like me and I don’t want this to spoil it.” Jack started his speech by looking at her eyes but he was looking at the floor by the time he finished.

“Geez, aren’t we a couple of mature adults?”

Jack’s face brightened. “I have an idea!”

“You do? Good. What is it?” Emma’s voice strengthened, as well.

“Why don’t we both just jump in the deep end together. I mean let’s, on the count of three, just take everything off without looking at the other and then when we’re done we’ll both be naked for the first time at the same time.” Jack felt like a kid offering up this plan as a solution but it was the only idea he had.

“I can’t think of anything better. Okay.”

Jack began the countdown, “One, two, three.”

Emma started pulling her sweater over her head; Jack started unbuttoning the cuffs and top two buttons of his shirt before pulling that over his head.

As she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor Jack unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants.

Emma slid her pants and panties down in one motion, bending forward at the waist to reach her ankles. As she straightened back up she stepped out of first one leg and then the other. Now totally naked in front of Jack for the first time she moved her hands nervously not knowing what to do with them and fighting the urge to cover various parts of herself.

“Oh, Emma”, Jack uttered in a reverent tone. “You’re beautiful”. He gazed in wonder at Emma’s nude body, not realizing what a goof he looked like as he stood there on one leg like a flamingo. The other leg was crossed in front and his hand was holding the toe of the sock he was in process of removing

“Hey! You’re not undressed yet!”

Jack heard but did not comprehend her words. He was transfixed by the sight before him. From her long silky hair to her cute painted toes she was – lovely. ‘Yeah, that’s the right word. Lovely’, he thought as he stared at her. Everything in proportion, everything looking like it belonged to the body of a woman 10 or 15 years younger. Sure her breasts had a little droop to them but they were full and round and capped by dusky rose color nipples that stood out proudly. She had the feminine curve from her waist to the slight flair of her hips. Her legs and arms looked toned and very shapely. Even the wild tangle of light brown hair between her thighs looked just right for her.

“Hey!” she exclaimed again, “you’re not naked yet and I am! You said we’d do it at the same time!” She was smiling as she said this but it was a nervous smile.

“Uh, oh, sorry”, he responded as he pulled off the sock, placed his foot back on the floor, pulled his zipper down and then slid his jeans and boxers to his knees, never taking his eyes off Emma.

“I was distracted by a vision and I couldn’t help but do anything but look in awe and wonder.” Stepping on first one pant leg with the opposite foot and then the other he stepped out of his clothes and was now completely naked as well, unable to hide his rising cock.

Emma was blushing but also smiling as she looked at Jack. “You are forgiven” she said quietly as she took in the whole of Jack’s body. From his shoulders he tapered nicely to his waist. His chest, arms and legs were toned if not ‘chiseled’ and where he might have once had a six pack he now had a slight paunch but nothing major. His cock, which at present was pointing directly at her, was nice, it being the first man’s penis she had seen in a dozen years or more. Circumcised, with a light purple head it was straight, not too long and not too thick – average would be an apt description, though it did not matter to Emma. She could see grey hairs mixed in with the brown of his pubic hairs, but, wait, were his balls devoid of any hair?

Hard to say how long they spent drinking each other in but Jack broke the mutual reverie by raising his right hand and crooking his index finger in the classic ‘come here’ motion. Emma half hopped, half ran, half skipped the distance between them and then just felt herself being folded in his arms and held passionately against his body.

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Introduction

If you’re anything like me, you’ve experienced several “moments” in your life…moments where the light goes on in your head, and everything suddenly becomes crystal clear. Moments where God, or Fate, or whatever you name it, figuratively whacks you upside your head with a two-by-four, and you come to a great realization. That’s where I find myself right now…whacked, lit-up, and crystal clear!

I’m married to a fabulous man, whom I love with all my heart. If I had ever sat down as an idealistic, romantic teenage girl, and listed out all of the qualities I’d want in a husband someday, he would have every single one of them! Nobody has ever, or could ever, make me happier! He’s a wonderful provider, and has helped to create a wonderful home for us. He makes me laugh. He’s honest, and trustworthy, and reliable. He is the sexiest man in the world as far as I’m concerned, and can turn me on with just a smile! He really is my best friend! Most importantly, he loves me with everything he has inside of him! And I love him equally as much! That being said, though, the realization I came to was this: I’d been taking him for granted. Not intentionally, but still, I had grown so accustomed to all he did for me that I had stopped being appreciative…or at least really showing that appreciation. Oh, I could rationalize it…we both have full-time jobs, we both do work around the house, our lives are busy enough that sometimes we fall into bed at night, exhausted, with barely a “goodnight”. With this realization, though, I also knew that I didn’t want to rationalize! I wanted to show Travis how much I loved him, how much he made my life complete, how happy he made me each and every day!!

As I lay in bed, next to the snoring man I love, my thoughts reeling from this realization, I came up with a way of letting him know exactly how much he means to me. And, I was going to put that plan into play the next day!

Since I work as a teacher, I get home a couple of hours before Travis does. When he comes home from a hard day at the railroad, he’s usually exhausted! I can’t blame him…he’s an incredibly hard worker! Sex, especially spur of the moment sex, is the last thing he expects when he walks in the door. Well, tomorrow would be different!!

Chapter One

When I got home from work the next day, I put my plan into action. I gathered candles from all the rooms in the house, and lit them in the master bath. I took the champagne bucket, filled it with ice, and set it next to our bed, with champagne chilling in it. Neither one of us drinks much, but I thought champagne just might be called for on this occasion! I had soup in the crock-pot, so that dinner would be ready when and if we were hungry…and we wouldn’t have to schedule our time around when dinner would be ready! I admit I was hungry…but for Travis, not for food! I changed out of my work clothes, and put on a tight red T-shirt…no bra…and my favorite pair of jeans. Knowing how Travis loves me barefoot, I left my feet uncovered…red toenails and all. I had Enigma playing softly on the stereo…I swear Enigma is pure sex music!! Breathing and moaning and…oh God, they’re good! Then…I waited. Waited to hear his SUV pull into the driveway. I was wet just thinking about what was going to take place!!

When I heard his truck pull into the driveway, I stood up and went to the door. I met Travis on the porch, my bare feet cold against the wooden planks. He had a questioning look in those beautiful eyes, and for a split second I felt a stab of guilt. He shouldn’t have to be questioning why I would be waiting to greet him on our porch!! Putting that aside, knowing I would erase that doubt before the night was over, I walked over to him and, standing on my tip-toes, wrapped my arms around him. “Welcome home Baby!”

“I’m all dirty! You’re going to get it all over you!” he told me, trying to step away. He was smiling, though. Looking up into those eyes, I smiled back and told him “I couldn’t care less Trav!” I leaned my head up and let my lips graze his, kissing him softly. His lips were cold, but felt so right against mine. It took him a moment, but his lips istanbul escort met mine, and he wrapped his free arm around my shoulder. My hands holding his head, luxuriating in the feel of his hair, I pulled him closer. Our kiss deepened, and I let my tongue slip past his lips. With that move, he dropped his lunch box on the porch, and wrapped his other arm around me, holding me tight against him. After a few breathtaking, oxygen-depriving kisses, I broke our kiss. Smiling, I took him by the hand and led him inside.

“Honey…?” he asked, as I led him toward our master bathroom. I turned, grinned at him, and winked. He grinned back, that grin I love so much. I hadn’t seen that in a while! Stopping in the bedroom, I had him sit while I knelt in front of him and removed his boots and socks, one at a time. Even with the boots, his feet were cold. I took his left foot and began rubbing, my hands encircling his foot, my thumbs traveling his sole from the heel to those adorable toes, massaging away the cares of the day. After getting his circulation flowing, I brought his foot to my mouth, and gently placed a kiss on each toe, starting with the big toe and working down to his pinkie toe. Looking him in the eye the whole time, seeing his pleasure. You couldn’t have pried the smiles off either of our faces even with a crowbar! After finishing with his left foot, I took his right foot in my hands, and gave it the same treatment. But when I got to the toe-kissing part, I surprised him by gently sucking his big toe into my mouth, and letting my tongue massage it. The look in his eyes was definitely turning to lust!

I stood up. My eyes never leaving his, and facing him, I half sat in his lap. I leaned in, and our lips met again. There was no holding back this time. His tongue immediately pushed past my lips, and I felt myself moan. His hands immediately found my breasts through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I was wearing no bra underneath, and my nipples responded instantly to his touch, turning to rock-hard nubs. God I loved this man! Using every possible ounce of willpower I possessed, (and some I didn’t know I had!) I broke our kiss again. My hands lowered to his chest, and my fingers found the top button of his flannel shirt. Leaning down, giving him my best “evil grin”, I took the button in my mouth and unbuttoned it. I did the same to the next button, but then knew my own arousal was not going to let me continue to be so slow!! My fingers deftly undid the remaining buttons, and pulled his shirt out from his jeans. With some minor adjustments in the chair, we got his shirt off and let it hit the floor. I let my hands run down the length of his chest, now covered only by his white T-shirt, until they came to the waistband of his jeans. None too gently, I pulled his T-shirt out, and raised it up over his head and off of his body. I love the way it tossled his hair, making him look so damn sexy! Travis has a great body from years of working for the railroad, and the heavy lifting that comes with that. His chest is no exception! I love the feel of his muscles under my fingertips as I let my fingers caress his chest. His hands on my sides, he lets me have my way, enjoying the feel of my fingers. I lean down and let my tongue flick one of his nipples, which responds. For a man, he has incredibly sensitive nipples, which I love! I move my tongue to his other nipple, taking it in my hot mouth and letting my tongue bathe it. I could get lost in this, but I have plans for the night! With a groan, I stand up, and pull him up after me.

With a quick hard kiss to his lips, I let my hands rest on his fly. I can’t resist, and let my hand run down the length of his cock, encased in the denim. I give it a little squeeze, and can feel it twitch under my touch. He’s so hard, so ready…and I’m so wet! I undo the button, and lower the zipper, and gently pull the fabric down, taking his underwear at the same time. His cock springs free, so hard already, standing straight up, resting against his tummy. He steps out of his jeans, leaving himself totally naked.

“Oh god baby! You are so incredibly avcılar escort hot!” I whisper. Raising my hands above my head, I tell him that I need to be naked with him. His hands instantly are at the hem of my shirt, which soon joins our growing pile of clothing on the floor. Travis lowers his head, and starts nuzzling the valley between my tits, driving me insane!! His hands undo my jeans, and he slides them off of my hips, letting them pool at my feet, leaving me only in my black lace panties. His strong hand cups my crotch through the fabric, which is already soaked with my pussy juices, and he lets out another groan. “Talk about hot, honey!” he whispers back. Kneeling in front of me, and placing one finger on each side of the waistband, he slowly lowers them, kissing down my thigh as he exposes me, inch by inch. His mouth turns me on so much, and so fast, that I grab onto his head, needing some support to keep my knees from buckling under me.

Before I become completely putty in his strong hands, I back away. Startled, he looks up at me, and I tell him “Come here”. I once again take him by the hand, and lead him to the bathroom. He looks at the candles I have burning, and knows what I have planned. I didn’t think his eyes could possibly be more filled with desire, but I see them darken even more. I walk over to the shower, and turn the water on, letting it heat up a moment before I lead him into the shower. When the stream of hot water hits us, he takes me in his arms and pulls me to him, covering my mouth with his. I know if I’m not careful, I’ll lose sight of what I want to do for him. Breaking our kiss yet again, I tell him what I have in mind.

“Baby, you know that I love pleasing you, watching how you react when you’re aroused, watching and feeling you lose all control. It’s a huge turn on for me Travis! I want this shower to be about me pleasuring you…letting you be the recipient instead of the giver, just for a while. Let me honey?”

“Oh Gab…God yes!” he replied, his voice already strained.

With that, knowing that he would allow himself to just be loved by me, and that I had full permission to love him exactly how I wanted, I grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some into my hand. Lathering it up, I started working my hand through his hair, letting my fingers knead his scalp, massaging every square inch. His eyes closed in ecstasy, and the smile on his face was one of pure bliss. When I was done, I had him lean back and rinsed his hair out, watching as the shampoo trailed down his body and into the drain. I then took my shower poof, and lathered it up with my favorite body wash (it was pink, and not a very manly smell, but he had no one other than me to impress tonight!) I started by kneeling at his feet, and taking one foot into my hands. Holding the foot with one hand. His hands on my shoulders for balance, I ran the poof along the top of his manly foot, trailing off to the sensitive underside of his foot, up to his toes, letting the poof slide in between each toe in turn. After I rinsed his foot, I once again planted little kisses on each toe, and sucked each perfect toe into my mouth, loving how he tasted. I let my tongue trail a path from his toes to his heel, and let it snake its way to his ankle, kissing and sucking as it went. I repeated this for his other foot, loving the way his cock reacted when I sucked in the first toe on that foot. I love his feet, and I love taking care of and pampering his feet!

I had to abandon the poof at that point, because my fingers were dying to feel the muscles under them! God, I love the way his leg muscles feel…so tight, so firm, so solid. My hands were reveling in the feel of those I then added more body wash to the poof, and began making gentle circles up his calves. hairy calves as I worked my way up to one knee, and then to the other. His hands on my shoulders gripped just a little harder, letting me know that he was becoming even more aroused.

When I had washed both of his lower legs, I stood up, and gave him a quick kiss on his lips (if I lingered there I’d be a goner!) I added more body wash, and had him şirinevler escort turn away from me. Starting at the nape of his neck, I worked my way down his back, stopping just above his beautiful ass cheeks. When he was good and soapy, I once again abandoned the poof in favor of using my hands. Pressing my lips to his ear, I whispered, “You feel so damn good, baby”, eliciting a groan from him. While my hands continued to massage his muscular back, I let my tongue playfully circle his ear lobe. I took the lobe in my mouth and playfully tugged at it with my teeth, then soothed it over with my tongue. I slid my tongue into his ear, and licked my way around the edge before letting it flick in and out, fucking his ear. Leaving that ear, I let my mouth trail along the back of his neck, kissing and nipping along the warm skin there, and made my way to his other ear. I let him feel my hot breath in his ear for a moment before I whispered, “I am going to make you cum so hard tonight baby!” While my tongue explored and tortured that ear, I let my soapy hands slide around to his chest, where they found his nipples. I pressed my warm tits tight against his back, and wrapped my leg around his. Still tonguing his ear, and teasing his nipples with my hands, I slowly ran my left foot up the inside of his right leg. His moaning was becoming louder and more frequent. When he tried to speak, all he could mutter was “Oh God…” and “Baby…” and “Oh yessss”. I knew he was in heaven, and I was so turned on by watching him!! I finally let the soft sole of my foot make contact with his rigid cock, and his knees started to buckle. I let my toes rub some of the pre-cum that had been oozing from his cockhead along his rigid shaft, and he responded with “Oh fuck baby!!” I knew he couldn’t last much longer, and truth be told, neither could I!

I told him to turn around, and I knelt back in front of him. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and took just the tip of his cock in my mouth. I’ve always loved the taste of his cum, and he tasted especially delicious tonight. I let my tongue circle the head over and over, never taking more than just the tip into my mouth. I let my hand slide slowly up and down his oh-so-hard cock, loving every ridge and vein I felt there. With my other hand, I took hold of his balls, and felt how full they were. He was getting so close! I gently rolled his balls with my fingers, and gently tugged, causing another “Fuck yeah” from Travis. Taking my hand from his cock, I let my tongue slide all along the underside of his dick, until I felt him hit the back of my throat. Closing my mouth, I let my saliva lubricate the entire length of his glorious cock. Knowing how close he was, I started to work my way up toward the tip, then back down to the base, gently sucking as I bobbed. He grabbed me by my hair, entwining his fingers through my curls, and started to meet my mouth with thrusts of his own, fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock. I couldn’t hold back my moaning any longer, and felt my moans vibrate through and around his penis in my mouth. He started to pump faster, moaning continuously, barely able to speak…”fuck me…”, “god…”, “so good…”, so fucking close!”

I let my free hand make a path to his ass, and began kneading his ass cheeks. I brought my fingers back around, and coated my pinkie with my pussy juice. As Travis pounded my mouth with his cock, I let my pinkie make its way to his pucker hole, rubbing along the edge, letting the tip just barely tease his entrance. Then, without warning, I inserted it all the way up to the knuckle. This drove Travis crazy, and he became a wild man, driving his cock into my mouth, thrusting with all he had, incoherent speech coming from his mouth. With a loud “FUCK!!”, he suddenly began to cum. I felt load after load of his sweet, salty cum hitting the back of my throat, and I wanted every last drop. I kept my mouth working on him until he was totally done, then I let his cock free. Standing up, I took him in my arms and pressed his lips to mine. I wanted him to taste his cum on my lips, and on my tongue. I held him while he caught his breath, until his heart stopped ricocheting in his chest, whispering sweet love words…telling him how much I love him, how I wouldn’t trade him for any other man in the world, how incredibly happy he makes me, how god-damn sexy he is! I rested my forehead on his chest, and stood there, wrapped in his arms, letting the hot water cascade over our bodies, while we both floated back to earth.

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I laid naked on my bed with my eyes closed stroking my hard cock as I thought about everything that had happened last night. It was still hard to believe that I had actually fucked my young daughter. My fantasies and dreams of fucking Susan for so many years had finally become a reality.

As I began to think about who had taken my daughter’s virginity, I heard my mother and wife’s voices coming from the bathroom and when I heard them giggling and laughing and the sound of the shower, I knew that they were taking a shower together. The thought of their hands and mouths on each other’s bodies just made my cock throb even harder.

With my bedsheets now lying on the floor in a crumpled pile, I began stroking my cock even faster. Into the bedroom bounced my naked young daughter even though Susan was now eighteen, she was always going to be my baby girl forever. Now here she was a young woman with a gorgeous body climbing onto the bed next to me.

“Good morning Daddy,” squealed Susan, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a passionate kiss on my mouth.

When our mouths separated, I said, “Good morning baby girl, did you have a good sleep and a nice dream?”

“Yes, I had a great sleep… I kept dreaming that I was sucking your cock and you were fucking me,” she giggled.

Susan wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock and started stroking my hard throbbing cock with experience beyond her years.

“Suck my cock baby girl, make your daddy cum.”

My young daughter giggled and leaned down and placed my cock into her young mouth. After wrapping her mouth tight around the shaft, she began moving her wet mouth up and down my cock, slowly sucking on my cock. With her small hands fondled and squeezed my balls and my cock still in her mouth she looked up at me with her sparkling green eyes and beaming smile. I exhaled loudly and then took a deep breath as she started sucking on my cock harder.

I ran my hand over her head and fingers through her hair and pressed down on her head and moaned, “I’m cumming baby girl… get ready to swallow your daddy’s cum.”

As my cock exploded inside her mouth, Susan pushed her mouth even further down onto my cock. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, as she hungry swallowed each blast of my hot sticky cum that I shot down her throat. Only lifting her mouth off my cock when she was sure that I had finished cumming and had felt my cock becoming soft inside her mouth.

When I looked up at the bedroom door, I saw my mother and wife standing there naked watching us. I lifted Susan up and turned her around to face them and she excitedly squealed, “Good morning mommy… grandma.”

“What did I tell you, Mary… I told you that David couldn’t resist Susan’s young charms,” giggled Sharon.

Sharon was right, there was no way that I could stop myself from lusting after our daughter’s naked body. I wrapped my arms around Susan and pulled her back against my chest and cupped each of her small breasts in the palms of my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

When I flicked my fingers over Susan’s hard nipples, I felt her nipples getting bigger and stick out even further. Susan moaned softly as I kissed the side of her neck and nibbled on her earlobe sarıyer escort and whispered in her ear, “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too daddy,” moaned Susan.

When we looked at my mother and wife, they were standing there embracing and kissing each other passionately, pushing their tongues into each other’s mouth. Susan turned around and gave me a lingering kiss and started fondled my soft cock, when I pushed her back down onto the bed she instantly spread her legs apart and held open her young cunt lips, inviting my cock to become hard and penetrate her bald cunt.

But I was thinking about doing something else, something that I had often dreamed and fantasized about doing to my young daughter for years. I buried my face between her legs and started licking up and down her puffy lips, tasting her sweet nectar. I then began stabbing my tongue in and out of her cunt, fucking her with my tongue.

Susan squealed, “Oh dad, that feels so fucking good… you’re going to make me cum.”

A few seconds later Susan let out a loud moan as her cunt exploded covering my face with her sweet tasting nectar. I lifted my head up from between my daughter’s legs and moved up over her body and with my cock once again fully hard, drove my cock into her wet bald cunt.

With my mother and wife watching, I began to fuck my daughter like a man possessed, slamming my cock in and out of her cunt at a furious pace. Susan’s arms were wrapped around my body, digging her fingernails into my back as she moaned and mumbled, “Dad, if you keep fucking me like this you’re going to make me have another orgasm.”

I thrust my cock deep into my daughter’s cunt, again and again, all it took was a few more thrusts before my cock exploded and blasted my hot cum into my daughter’s cunt. Susan’s cunt gripped onto my cock not letting any of my cum escape as my cock filled her cunt with my cum. When I had finished cumming, I slipped my soft limp cock out of her cunt and sat down on the bed beside her.

“David, I guess that you will be wanting to stay at home a lot more often now that you can fuck Susan whenever you want,” chuckled Sharon.

My wife was right, I didn’t want to go away for work a week at a time anymore and leave my wife and daughter at home alone. The idea of someone else fucking my wife and daughter had me thinking of who else had fucked them while I had been away.

I desperately wanted to know who had fucked my wife and daughter and asked, “Sharon, who was fucking you.. was it our daughter’s boyfriend Trevor and his father?”

“No, it wasn’t Trevor or his father,” mumbled Sharon.

“Tell me who you were fucking,” I screamed.

David, I need to explain and tell you something,” my mother interrupted.

“Mom are you trying to tell me that the three of you were being fucked by the same person… did you introduce Sharon and Susan to him?” I asked.

My mother looked at my wife and then looked back at me and replied, “It was Daniel who was fucking us.”

“Daniel, my brother Daniel?” I blurted in shock.

“Yes, your brother Daniel,” replied my mother and then said, “Daniel has been fucking me ever since your father left me.”

“When did my esenyurt escort brother fucked my wife and daughter?” I screamed.

“On their last visit…it was Daniel who took Susan’s virginity,” mumbled Sharon.

I remembered the last time that Daniel and his wife Kathrine and their daughter Beth had stayed with us. I had received a phone call from work telling me they needed me to go interstate for a week. That must have been the time that Daniel had taken my daughter’s virginity and fucked my wife.

“Did Katherine and Beth know that Daniel was fucking everyone?” I asked.

“Yes, they both knew… and joined in,” replied my mother.

“Joined in,” I blurted.

“Yes, joined in… they’re both bisexual like us,” giggled Sharon rubbing her fingers over my mother’s hairy cunt and push her finger deep into my mother’s wet cunt, causing my mother to whimper.

“Mom, how long have you been bisexual and liked younger females?”

“I’ve always liked them… but it’s only since your father and I divorced, that I’ve had the chance to be with other females again,” giggled my mother tweaking my wife’s nipple and giving my wife a passionate kiss.

“Sharon, what about you… I never knew that you liked females?” I blurted.

Sharon broke her kiss with my mother and replied, “When I told Mary how lonely and sexually frustrated I was with you always being away for work, she took me into the bedroom and made love to me.”

With my arms around Susan’s naked body and my hands squeezing her small breasts, I asked, “How did Susan get involved?”

“Susan, came home early one day and caught us in bed together… before we knew she was there, she had undressed and climbed onto the bed with us,” giggled Sharon.

As Sharon’s finger fucked my mother’s wet cunt, Susan giggled, “I slept with aunty Katherine in her bedroom at night and mom slept with Beth in her bedroom.”

“Was Daniel, also fucking his daughter Beth?” I blurted.

“Yes,” replied my mother.

Hearing that my brother was also fucking his young daughter it was no wonder that Susan knew how to fuck and suck cock as well as she did, Daniel would have been fucking her and having her sucking on his cock every chance he had.

I suddenly remembered how he would always embrace Susan and copped a feel of her ass when he gave her a kiss when he visited us. There was a very good possibility that I could have fucked Katherine and Beth if only I hadn’t gone away for a week for work.

Just the thought of my niece Beth being fucked by my brother had my cock pulsating and becoming hard. Beth was a year younger than Susan and the last time I saw her she was wearing a skimpy bikini that just covered her breasts and cunt and had my mind going places that no uncle should go.

Hearing that my older brother had been fucking our mother for years after my father had left her didn’t come as a complete surprise to me as they had always been close. What did surprise me was that they still were fucking each other all these years later even after Daniel had got married and had a daughter.

I first met my brother’s wife Katherine at their wedding, she was gorgeous and the first thing I thought about was how lucky my brother was to avrupa yakası escort be marrying her. When she gave me a kiss and let her mouth linger on mine, I was surprised at how cool my brother was with his new wife kissing me so passionately.

A year later my wife and I were there at their daughter Beth’s birth and were asked to be Beth’s grandparents. Every year since then they would all come and spend the holidays with us. I watched Beth grow into a beautiful young woman and develop a sexy body. Her mother Katherine never changed one bit, she was just as gorgeous as the first time I met her.

The idea of watching my daughter eating her aunt’s cunt and my wife eating Beth’s cunt had my mind racing with all the possibilities that I might have been able to have seen if only I had been at home. There was also the idea of watching Susan and Beth eating each other’s young cunt.

I also remembered after Daniel and his wife and daughter had returned home. Coming home to find my wife and daughter had changed, Susan wasn’t as bashful as she had been before and didn’t mind me seeing her naked, even my wife Sharon didn’t mind fucking me in front of Susan with our bedroom door open.

“I’m going to cook breakfast and Mary has to get dressed and go home,” said Sharon.

As soon as my mother and wife had left me alone with my young daughter, I asked, “Susan, did you enjoy being fucked by your uncle?”

“Fuck yes, he was the best,” giggled Susan.

“Even better than your boyfriend and his father?” I chuckled.

“Yes,” giggled Susan and then said, “They both keep asking me if they can come over and fuck mom and me together.”

“Would you like to invite them to come over to fuck your mother?” I asked.

“I, I really invite them to come over,” giggled Susan.

“If you want them too,” I replied and then added, “I would love to watch them both fucking you.”

“Daddy… you want to watch me being fucked,” giggled Susan.

“Yes, I want to watch them both fucking my baby girl,” I chuckled.

Just then Sharon called out that our breakfast was ready, I climbed off the bed and then helped Susan climb off the bed and up onto her feet. We walked into the kitchen still naked and sat down at the table with my wife, wearing an open robe he4 breasts and hairy cunt on display.

As we ate breakfast, I asked, “Sharon do you know about Susan’s boyfriend and his father are fucking our daughter?”

“Yes, Susan told me about having a threesome with them.”

“Sharon, did you ever think about having a threesome with them?” I chuckled.

“You want me to let them both fuck me?” blurted my wife.

“Yes, I would love to see you taking both their cocks at the same time,” I chuckled.

“Please mom, let them fuck you,” giggled Susan.

“Susan you don’t mind me being fucked by your boyfriend?” blurted Sharon.

“Mom, I want to watch you being fucked by Trevor and his father like I watched uncle Damien fucking you,” giggled Susan.

“I’ve told Susan it was okay to invite her boyfriend and his father to come for a visit,” I chuckled.

“David, you should have asked me first?” blurted Sharon.

“I’m going to take time off work and we’re all going to visit my brother,” I chuckled as I thought about how much I wanted to fuck Katherine and Beth.

As soon as we had finished breakfast, Susan was on the phone with her boyfriend and as soon as she had finished the phone call she excitedly blurted, “When I told Trevor that mom wants to meet them both and that she was naked, they said they both come straight over.”

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I’d finally talked my girlfriend into going to my best friend’s housewarming party. Amber was an introvert, incredibly shy. The picture of prim and proper. But getting her to come with me for social events was like pulling teeth. As I watched her get dressed, a part me couldn’t wait to be done with this so we could come back home and have our own private party. She finished pulling on her high heels and stood to admire herself in the floor-length mirror standing in the corner.

“Ok, I think I’m ready,” she said quietly. I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling her neck.

“You look beautiful babe. Now let’s go or we’re going to be late.” She took one last glance before taking my hand and following me out to the car.

A few minutes later we pulled into the drive of Brandon’s new house. There were already quite a few people there and I knew Amber was going to get extremely nervous soon. I reached over and ran my hand up her thigh, trying to soothe her. She glanced over concerned before a smile caressed her lips. I leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips, my hand pushing her thighs apart to stroke her panties. She moaned into my mouth, beginning to grind against my touch a bit. I smiled against her lips and stroked a little harder. Amber started eliciting quiet moans and I could feel myself harden. Her panties were beginning to get soaked now and I knew she was getting close to cumming for me.

So I stopped.

She growled at me, lust filling her eyes. I wanted her to relax for the party we were about to attend but also I wanted her to look forward to when we got home. I smiled before giving her one more kiss.

“Come on, we’re already running late.” We piled out of the car, she slid her hand into mine as I led her up the walk. Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal a mass of people. Amber gripped my hand tighter as we pushed through the crowd. I found us a spot off the living room to mingle quietly, or as quietly as possible. Even then we were pressed into a corner.

“I’m gonna go get us a couple drinks,” I said in Amber’s ear then made my way to the kitchen. A few minutes filling up some red solo cups and I found her talking to a man who seemed to be invading her space. As I made my way to her, he reached up and ran his thumb across her lips. I hurried to get to her, knowing her anxiety must be through the roof. But as I got closer, I noticed her breathing heavier. She wasn’t taking her eyes off of this stranger. When I came into her line of vision she moved away from him slightly and kept eye contact with me.

“Hi babe, who’s this?” She blushed a bit, taking a cup from my hand.

“Oh, this is Blaine. He was just, um, commenting on my dress.” He turned to look at me, offering his hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” he said, shaking my hand. “I was just telling your woman here how gorgeous she looked. You’re a lucky man.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Something put me off from him. It might have been the way he kept halkalı escort looking at Amber like she was a juicy steak or the smile that never left his eyes. “Anyway, when you were on your way over here I was telling Amber that I’m the DD for the evening so if you guys need me to drive you home, just come find me.”

“Thanks. We usually do wind up drinking too much.” He smiled, eyed Amber one last time and walked into the crowd. I moved closer to her and noticed she didn’t move her eyes from him.

“See something you like,” I asked with a smirk. Amber blushed a bright red.

“I’m sorry, I just, he was such a gentleman and could tell I was nervous being here. He really calmed me down.”

“That’s great, babe.”

We spent the rest of the party drinking and chatting with fellow couples. Brandon even stopped by once or twice to talk for a bit. But soon, I could tell we were getting a little tipsy and it was time to head home. As we made our way to the front door, Blaine met us before we could slip out.

“Hey guys, noticed you drank quite a bit tonight. Why don’t you let me drive you home?” Once again Amber couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Her breathing had increased, her tits straining against her dress. We had downed quite a bit of alcohol tonight and I was feeling buzzed. The responsible side of me knew I probably shouldn’t get behind the wheel while the irresponsible side of me knew that Amber and Blaine were interested in each other. And frankly, I wanted to see what would happen between the two of them.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, passing him my keys. We all walked out to the car, piled in, and I gave him our address so he could follow the GPS to our home. Amber wanted to sit up front with him. She usually got claustrophobic in the backseat so I didn’t mind. As we drove, Blaine talked about his job, how he knew Brandon, and how he had spent is recent vacation. All in all it was fairly normal conversation but he had captured Amber’s attention with no effort. Her body was turned toward him and she was fiddling with the pendant that dropped between her tits.

I remained quiet, watching them interact. Blaine often looked over at Amber, clearly admiring her. As their conversation fell into a lull, he placed his hand on her thigh and slowly slid it upwards, pulling her dress with him. I heard her gasp a bit but she did nothing to stop his advances. I watched carefully as his hand stroked her thigh, his fingers dipping between her legs, and I wondered if she was getting wet for him. Amber spread her legs a bit and I watched, my cock hardening, as he slid his fingers under her dress and began stroking her through her panties. I leaned forward and could hear Amber breathing heavily.

“Are you wet for him,” I whispered in her ear. She gasped and started to close her legs, pulling her dress down. “No, don’t stop. Let him tease you.” She slowly let her legs fall open as he continued stroking her. “Do you like him touching you?” nişantaşı escort She nodded slightly, a moan escaping her lips. Blaine was deeply fingering her now and we were almost home.

As we pulled into the driveway, Amber brushed her dress back into place and got out of the car. I slid out of the backseat and told Blaine to come in with us so we could repay him for driving us home and for a taxi ride home.

Amber had gone upstairs to change clothes so I stayed in the living room with Blaine, and pulled out my wallet to give him some cash.

“You’re girlfriend is absolutely gorgeous,” he said, sitting on the couch. I stopped flipping through dollar bills to look up at him. This was the second time he’d mentioned Amber’s looks. Watching the way he made her moan and squirm on the car ride home had gotten me harder than I’d been in months. I looked at him, then put my wallet away.

“What if we repaid you in a different way?” His eyes met mine, calculating and trying to decipher what I just said and if I really meant it.

“What did you have in mind,” he said, leaning back against the couch.

“I saw what you did to her on the drive home. I saw how much it turned her on to have you stroking her pussy. I want you to do more. I want you to take her and I want to watch.” He watched me for a while, a small smile gracing his lips. Blaine leaned forward, reaching out his hand.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he said shaking my hand.

“A deal? What deal,” Amber said from the doorway behind me. I walked to her. She’d taken her hair down and slipped off her heels. I kissed her deeply, my hand running down to her hip and pulling her into me.

“Just go with it, babe.” She looked at me with confusion and lust burning in her eyes, her lips red from our kiss. I kissed her one more time before moving away to reveal Blaine coming towards her. She watched him and gasped as he pulled her against his body. He kissed her neck, running a hand over her tits. Amber moaned and molded herself to him. I came behind her and kissed the other side of her neck while unzipping her dress. She melted between us, letting herself go in the moment. I pushed her dress to her waist exposing her tits. I palmed them a bit and held them as Blaine sucked on her nipples. She gasped, holding his mouth to her and grinding her ass against me.

“Mmmmm, you like this baby?” She nodded, her breath coming out hard and quick. Blaine was buried in her tits. I pushed her dress the rest of the way down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of it and I caressed her hips. Slowly I dipped my finger between her legs and moaned at how wet she was. Blaine kissed up her chest before kissing her deeply, grinding his hardon against her. I watched as he led her to the couch and pushed her down to sit. She looked at me anxiously and I nodded.

Amber slowly unzipped Blaine’s pants and pulled his cock out. He was slightly longer than I was and definitely thicker. I wasn’t şişli escort sure if she could take that much girth. Amber’s eyes widened at the size of him. She wrapped her small hand around his cock and he moaned as she stroked, exploring the feel of him. I sat in a chair off to the side and watched as she stretched her mouth as wide as it would go to accommodate him. He moaned, holding the back of her head and slowly pushing his way between her lips.

“Fuck yes!” Amber gripped his hips and tried to deepthroat him as she’d done me on numerous occasions but he couldn’t get deep enough. He pushed and Amber’s eyes started watering. She pulled off him, slowly licking up him. Blaine threw his head back, his grip tightening in her hair. Amber began kissing and licking up and down his cock, stroking him with one hand and holding his hip with the other. He began thrusting in out of her mouth. I watched as Amber sucked him off, her nipples tightening as he twisted and pinched them. Blaine pushed his pants all the way down and thrust deep into her mouth one more time.

He maneuvered her into doggy position on the couch with her facing me. I could see the lust in her eyes and how badly she wanted him plowing into her. Blaine positioned himself behind her, kicking her legs apart to give him more room. He slowly pushed his cock into her soaking wet cunt and Amber let out a moan that filled the room. Blaine groaned as he pushed his full length into her.

“God, you’re so tight.” He began thrusting in and out of her slowly. I watched her grind back against him, moaning with every thrust, her tits swinging with every movement. Before I knew it, my cock was in my hand and I was stroking hard.

“Amber, watch me,” I commanded. She opened her glassy eyes and licked her lips as she watched me jack off to her getting fucked by another man. I stroked a few more times as she got drilled before I stood in front of her and shoved my cock into her mouth. She let out a surprised moan before getting to work sucking my dick. I held the back of her head, not letting her have much control as I started fucking her mouth. Blaine started driving deeper into her cunt while she sucked me off. She gagged a bit, taking my cock too deep but I plunged on, loving hearing the sounds of her struggle.

Blaine started thrusting faster, his breathing getting heavier. Amber started whimpering and grinding more and more against him. I pulled my cock out quickly and let my cum hit her face. She looked up at me, covered in cum, and screamed as Blaine plunged into her filling her with his cum. She quivered and writhed, riding her own orgasm as his cum began dripping down her thighs. He kissed her back and slowly pulled out of her. Amber collapsed onto the couch, a puddle of endorphins. I pulled my pants back on and walked with Blaine to the front door. We shook hands and as he was about to leave, he handed me his business card with his personal phone number.

“In case you ever need a designated driver again,” he said with a wink, and out the door he went. I walked back to Amber and covered her with a throw from the couch as she licked some of the cum from her lips.

“Did you enjoy yourself,” I asked, sitting next to her. She nodded, a big smile on her face. I suppose we need to go out drinking more often if our designated driver made her this happy.

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