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Jess was a Bitch Ch. 04

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Fun becomes tempered by reality. Jon and Jess hook up with another couple.

There is MFMF group sex and while the other man is interested in Jon, there is no MM sex, if that worries you. Nonetheless, Jon’s limits are tested. There is a bit of FF sex; funny, that never seems to bother anyone.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle.

Enjoy. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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James wakes to the feel of his wife’s hand on his cock. He’s vaguely aware that he’s hung over.

“Um, Gloria, what are…”

She throws the covers back and tugs at his briefs, freeing his cock. He forgets about his headache as his wife’s mouth engulfs his cock. He sighs and settles back. He’s forgotten how good Gloria is, was, at sucking his cock. He runs the fingers of one hand through her hair as her mouth rises and falls over his cock. When his cock is wet enough, slick enough, she strokes him with her hand. He thrusts into her mouth. She stops, holding her hand just behind his crown and keeping her lips tight; his thrusts become more insistent. They haven’t made love in weeks. His output is prodigious but Gloria keeps her mouth over his cock and swallows. She twirls around in bed and straddles him. She pulls the crotch of her panties to one side. “Fuck me, Jim, before you get soft, fuck me.” She steadies his cock and lowers herself until she’s sitting on his legs. She moves her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit with two fingers. He reaches up and cups her face, urges her to lean over him. “But, Jim, you came in my mouth.” He nods, smiles. “Baby, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, you’re getting the short end of the stick.” She kisses him, tentatively at first, then with more heat as his tongue probes her mouth. She cums gasping around the tongue in her mouth.

“I’ve missed this,” she whispers.

“So, have I, my love. So, have I.”

***

“Listen,” Jess whispers.

“Mm-wha-hmm,” Jon, still mostly asleep replies. “What?” he whines when Jess hits him on the shoulder.

“Listen.” She’s kneeling in the bed, with her ear close to the wall. Jon doesn’t need to move. He only needs to listen. There’s no mistaking the sighs and grunts coming from the next room.

Jess holds out her hand. They high-five each other. Jon looks up at his sister and the smile fades from his face. He scoots and swivels until his head is beside her thigh. He pulls at it. She understands. She moves and his head is between her legs. She steadies herself by leaning against the wall as she lowers her pussy onto his waiting mouth.

He can taste his cum, still in her pussy, even after eating her out last night. He thinks it’s his cum. Has his brain lost track of the taste of his cum versus the taste of Jess’ cunt? He hopes so, that would mean the sensations are thoroughly intermingled in his mind. He opens his mouth and sucks as much of her pussy into it as he can. He probes deep with his tongue, wondering if he can touch her cervix. No, he discovers, he can’t but her taste is more intense. Her thighs press against his cheeks. He can’t breathe. He lifts her ass with his hand and inhales deeply. He tilts his head and pulls her pussy back to his mouth. He probes the gaps between her labia, sucking them into his mouth. He rubs the tip of his nose over her clit, making her gasp. He hears a soft thunking sound as her head hits the wall. He moves his head, sucks her clit between his lips and runs his tongue around and over it. He nips at it with his teeth, tugging.

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop. Jesus, Jon, please don’t stop,” she moans and starts to bounce on his face. Her thighs clench rhythmically. She goes loose and collapses onto his face. He lifts her slightly and slides from under her, purposely dragging his nose through her slit. He turns and rubs his wet cheeks and nose into her ass crack. He presses his tongue against the hard circle of her asshole.

She gasps, puts a hand back, and presses against his shoulder. “No, Jon, not that, not now. I can’t take that, not this morning.”

She moves to lie along his right side. He lifts his arm so she can snuggle close and rest her head on his chest. She watches his cock as she jerks him off, watches the strands of precum stretch to his heaving belly, watches the way the head of his cock turns purple when she pulls her hand forward, squeezing. And she watches when clear-whitish streamers fly from his cock to cover his chest and belly with lines of jizz.

She keeps stroking him, causing him to whimper helplessly, while she sucks cum off his sweaty body. She leans over him. He starts to rise up to meet her mouth. She pulls back, shakes her head. He looks confused. She presses one finger to his chin. He opens his mouth. She opens hers. His cum slides from her tongue in a single large dollop, it dangles for a moment, then falls. He closes his mouth. Groans. Swallows. Only then do they kiss.

***

In the adjoining room, their parents are also kissing and trying to ignore the sounds they’re hearing through Manavgat Escort the wall.

They talk. They make it past the stage of saying “I’m sorry”, over and over and move on to addressing the amazing number of ways they’ve managed to misunderstand and misread each other over the past two and-a-half decades. As the light grows brighter and the sounds of people making their way to the beach grow louder, talking is replaced by touching. James rolls atop his wife. She opens her legs and he rests there, supporting himself on his elbows and knees. His cock brushes against her pussy. He kisses his way down her neck. He kisses her breasts, missing the way they looked before the surgery.

“I hate them. They’re ugly,” Gloria whispers. He can hear tears in her voice. “You don’t have to kiss my breasts. I…”

“Shush, sweetheart. They’re not ugly, they’re just not you. When we get home, we can find someone to take out the implants, if that’s what you want.”

“Is that possible?”

“It must be, don’t you imagine? We’ll find out. If that’s what you want.” James decides actions speak louder than words. He kisses his way down her cleavage. Kisses her nipples, teases them with his tongue. He knows there is less sensation since the surgery. “I’m not hurting you am I, sweetheart?” She shakes her head, smiles, and pats his cheek. “No, James, you’re not hurting me. Make love to me?”

“That’s the idea,” he teases her with a grin. She reaches between their bodies and guides him to her pussy. He enters her slowly, relishing the feel of her pussy molding itself around his cock. She caresses his back with her fingertips and nails, making him shiver. When his pace increases, she pulls him closer by wrapping her legs around his ass. He cums quietly, never changing the pace of his thrusts. He stops. He kisses her neck and breasts as his cock softens and slips out of her. He knows she hasn’t cum. He doesn’t ask, as he would have as a younger man. He’d discovered that women, or at least Gloria, feel put upon by the question, being forced to feel she must explain that she doesn’t hold it against him; feeling she had to explain, over and over, that it felt wonderful having him inside her, she didn’t need to have an orgasm for it to feel good. So, he doesn’t ask. He kisses his way down her belly. Like kissing her after she’s given him head, this is something else he’s never done, heard of, but never done.

“James?”

He reaches and puts his fingers over her lips. She kisses the tips and relaxes.

When his mouth covers her sex, she sighs. When his tongue explores her, she grasps at his hair. He discovers he’s so lost in giving her pleasure that he has little awareness that her pussy is filled with his cum. Her orgasm is a slow-motion earthquake, its epicenter just behind her clit. She feels her orgasm roll out of her pussy to her belly, her legs, her chest. Her body tenses, pressing hard against the tongue and lips tormenting her. Reaching the top of her head, the tips of her fingers and the tips of her toes, her orgasm arcs from her body. Gloria is certain the light in the room flares brighter. She collapses into the bed, able to do nothing except pant for breath.

James kisses the inside of her thighs, watching her clit twitch. He knows she’s too sensitive to tolerate his touch, so he blows his breath over her clit. Even that elicits a gasp as her fingers clench in his hair.

***

“Holy cats, they’re as bad as us,” Jess whispers, as the last of her mother’s gasps fade. She lies tangled with Jon and the sheets. They’d fallen back asleep after their wake-up tryst. The sounds from next door woke them. Jess rolls away and puts her hand between her legs. “That made me wet.” She holds her hand up. Her fingers glow in the mid-morning light. Jon takes her hand and pulls it to his mouth. He sucks at her fingers. His cock is hard. Jess finds him with her hand. “Mmm, you feel amazing in my hand,” she mutters against his chest. She turns and puts her nose in his armpit and inhales. “You smell good. I mean you, not your deodorant. I like it when you smell like you.”

“Do I stink?” Jon turns his head to sniff his other armpit.

“No, stupid head,” Jess tells him, smacking his chest with one hand and nipping at his side at the same time. “You smell like you. You shower too often to stink. Try not using deodorant, okay? Just shower and wash. I’ll tell you if you get BO, promise. Besides, I would’ve thought not using deodorant would be part of the hemp underwear mystique.” She smiles at her own teasing.

“Ha, ha, ha, sis.” Jon frowns. “Perhaps I should refuse to satisfy your sluttish needs if you’re going to abuse and deride my lifestyle and fashion choices.”

“Really? Is that a challenge, little brother? I’m totally certain, I can hold out longer than you.”

Jon rolls out of bed and smiles down at his sister. “No masturbating?”

“No masturbating,” Jess agrees. Jon nods. “Okay, then. I’m starving. Okay, if I shower first?” Manavgat escort bayan he asks with a kiss.

“Be my guest. No jerking off in the shower. I’m trusting you.”

“Back at ya, no beating the bishop while I’m in the shower.”

Jess hops out of bed. “There’s only one way to make sure neither of us cheats.” She moves past Jon, into the bathroom, and begins to brush her teeth. He stands there, she looks at him questioningly. He smiles and joins her. The shower is huge. He lets Jess wash his hair. They wash each other’s bodies. His cock is throbbing. He knows she’s wet but she seems to be tolerating their touching much better than he is. He tries to remember why he’d made such a stupid bet.

Jon is still trying to figure out how to hide the fact he can’t seem to get his dick less than half hard when there’s a knock at the door. Jess bounces over to the door and opens it.

“Mommy, daddy,” she squeals. “We were just coming to see if you guys were hungry. Did you sleep okay?” Jon hears the teasing tone of her question and cringes. What the hell, Jess! He admonishes her silently, as he buttons a shirt he hopes will hang low enough to hide his semi-boner.

“Fine, honey. You?”

“Like a rock, mommy.”

“I thought you were done with ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’,” her father drawls. “We live in Texas but we’re not from there, after all.”

“Forgive me, father.” Jon gives her credit. She has their New Hampshire relatives’ accent down pat. Their dad, snorts. “Come on, you two. Your mother and I are famished.” He purposely lapses into the down East accent of his youth.

“Well, for my part, I’m a fixin’ to leave you fools behind and go get me some victuals.”

“Mom,” Jon teases her. “You’re from Nebraska, not Arkansas or Alabama.” He looks at his father. “And, point of fact, I am from Texas.”

“For which I can only beg forgiveness,” his father says with great sadness. “Come on. Seriously, I’m starving.”

“Next time, more dinner and less scotch,” Jess lectures him, totally serious. Her father gapes at her. Jon laughs. “You’re gonna make a wonderful wife someday,” Gloria says, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Close your jaw, James,” she tells her husband and leaves the room.

Jon’s dick had started to fade during the repartee. Watching Jess walk down the hall in her gauzy cover up and bikini, undid all the progress he’d made. He reminds himself to stop in the gift shop. He needs a swimsuit.

***

They ate well and with a minimum of talk. Jon’s dick finally relaxed as he concentrated on his huevo rancheros. His parents stuck with juice, coffee, yogurt and fruit.

“Gloria, what would like to do today? Pool? Beach? Shop?”

“I’d like to see Tulum, if you don’t mind seeing it again.”

“Really? That’d be great. I was a bit distracted yesterday. The guide yesterday was a wonder. I hope he’s there today.”

“Okay, we have a plan. Should we go?”

“No, we can relax for a bit, wait for the heat of the day to pass. We have plenty of time for a dip in the pool or ocean.”

“Jon and I were thinking of renting a beach cabana. There’s room for four. You guys can leave when you need to. Will you be back for dinner?”

“I’m not sure. Go without us if you get hungry,” her father replies, looking more excited than he has in a long time. “I’ll go check on a cabana, that’s a great idea.” He rose and Jon joins him. “I need to get a new suit. Should we meet back at the room or on the beach?” he asks Jess.

“If you’re not in the room I’ll look for you on the beach. You do the same.”

“You got it, sis.” He turns and follows his dad.

“You want more juice, coffee, Jess?”

“No, mom. I’m good.”

“You know, it will have to end, don’t you? It can’t work, not forever. I’m afraid not even for very long.”

“I know,” Jess says softly.

“Does your brother?”

Jess shrugs. “That’s what worries me, I’m not sure. I’m so confused. I know you’re right but I can’t imagine anyone better, or even close.” She looks at her mother, eyes shining with misery. “I love him, mom. I really do.”

“I believe you, honey. I don’t claim to understand it but I believe you. I see it in your eyes. But, honey, however true that may be, it can’t last. How could it? You think you can run away somewhere and hide? Never see your family or friends? You think you can pretend to just live together? You’ve always said you wanted a family? How? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you but you must realize this will have to stop and it’s probably better to stop it sooner rather than later.”

“Can you give us till we get back home? Does dad know?”

“Yes, I’m sure he does. I never had a problem with his intelligence you know. I think the longer you wait, the harder ending it will be. I won’t interfere, for the moment, but, as your mother, and as Jon’s mother, I reserve all my options when we’re back home.”

“Okay, mother,” Jess whispers. The light has Escort Manavgat gone from her voice. Gloria sighs. She hates to be the cause of the dejection she sees in her daughter. She wonders if she should have kept her mouth shut. Jess is a smart girl, she’d figured this all out soon enough, if she hadn’t already. “Come on, baby girl. I’m sorry. I should’ve probably kept my mouth shut. I know you feel like your heart is breaking and it’ll never heal but it will. It’ll have a scar on it but it’ll heal. You don’t need to find someone better than Jon. As much as I love your brother, you’ll find someone just as perfect for you. Trust me. It’s the one advantage of getting old and ugly, you know shit.”

“You’re not old and even if you were, you’re a total MILF.”

“A what?”

“Mom I’d Like to Fuck, MILF. I’m sure you loom large in all Jon’s friends’ jerk off fantasies.”

“Oh, dear Lord, I hope not. Come on, let’s go change. Maybe I can get your father to fuck me in the surf, too.”

“Mother!”

“Don’t mother me, young lady. You don’t want comments like that, learn to keep your wits about you before making love in public. It’s a myth that only men think with their genitals.” Jess’ cheeks feel like they might combust. Gloria laughs and gives her a one-arm hug. “Relax, probably only a dirty-minded old hag like me would have wondered if that’s what you were doing. Although,” she gives a wistful sigh. “It looked like a lot of fun.”

Jess manages to make her mouth work. “It was. It was amazing.” She bursts into tears and throws her arms around her mother. Gloria lets her cry, patting her back. She says nothing since there are no words that will make it better.

***

The cabana has a double-wide lounging bed, two reclining chairs, and a small table; it’s cramped. At first, Jon interprets Jess’ quietness as nervous at being in close quarters with their parents. The fact that he’s never known Jess to be nervous around them before escapes him. His parents spend most of their time in the water. He smiles. It’s good to see them having fun. He mentions this to Jess. She nods and tries to smile, which serves to emphasize the fact she’s not, in fact, smiling. Trying to appear casual, Jon rubs her shoulder. “You, okay? You’re so quiet. You wanna go swimming?” Jess pulls her feet up and rests her head on her knees. “I’m fine. No, I’d rather take it easy. You go.”

“No, I don’t want to be a third wheel.”

Jess nearly tells her brother what their mom told her, about fucking in the ocean, but she bites her tongue. It won’t help. Jon bumps her with his shoulder. “Don’t flake on me, sis. You’re not fine. What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No, Jon, you haven’t upset me.” The words are forming in her head, words telling him they have to stop, now, not when they get home, now, the words arrange themselves into a sequence that will make sense, at least make sense in regard to syntax, if not emotion. The words leave her brain and pass down the nerves that lead to her throat, mouth, larynx, and tongue. She breathes in, filling her lungs with the air that will be used to make the words come alive. She opens her mouth. And closes it. The air leaves her in a sigh, audible to no one except herself and her brother who looks at the side of her face, lost in confusion.

Jon feels like his floundering in deep water. He’d call for help but there’s no one who can help him. He’d been walking on air this morning. He’d replaced his lost swim trunks and had a little surprise for Jess. In the space of a few minutes his feet are not only back on the ground, he feels as if they’ve been encased in cold cement. He wants to scoop Jess up in his arms, caress her hair, kiss her, until she smiles again or tells him what’s wrong. He can’t, not with his parents swimming a few dozen yards away, not on a public beach. He can’t. The truth of their situation almost sneaks past his defenses. It flits across his mind, I can’t, but he refuses to see it. He sits in the chair closest to the bed Jess is stretched out on, feeling even more miserable that he can’t risk taking a hold of her hand.

***

“Aren’t you two going to swim? The water is unbelievable.” James picks up a towel and hands it to his wife and begins to dry off. “Your mom and I are going to head in and get ready to head to Tulum.” Jess and Jon nod. Their mother catches her daughter’s eye.

“Jess, honey, is it, uh, that time of the…” she sees a light go on in Jess’ eyes.

“Probably, I think so. I’m fine. I’m just going to take it easy.”

“Okay, we’ll call when we get back. Like your father said earlier, don’t wait on us for dinner.”

Jess can’t believe she never thought of that excuse. Her mom’s a genius. It’s perfect. She wonders, if it’s so perfect, why does she feel like shit. When their parents leave, Jon turns to his sister. “Is it okay if I lie down beside you?” Once more, Jess’ brain tries to ask, is it okay if I just take it easy, but instead she brushes the sand off the pad and scoots over. Jon pulls the back of his half of the lounge up, so he can recline and look out over the water. Jess lies on her side, close enough he can feel the heat of her butt on the side of his leg. His hand trembles to rest atop her hip but he keeps it in his lap.

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Tucker’s Studio Ch. 11

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I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

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Ginger Returns

Halloween in Linda’s suburban neighborhood was a big-time affair. Over the years All Hallows’ Eve had become a lot like Christmas, with houses decorated as much or even more than that winter holiday. The quiet safety of the neighborhood attracted people from the city. They drove their kids there, parked their cars and walked the placid, criss-crossing streets, knocking on the doors of well kept homes in search of the perfect piece of candy. There were parties too, many for the kids, but some for the adults. Linda’s best friend Nancy threw one every year, strictly for grownups, with free-flowing cocktails and gourmet snacks.

A month before the big shindig, when Linda started thinking about a costume to wear, it happened to be just three weeks after her life-changing experience at Tucker’s studio. Being filmed fucking a man, and having it posted on a website for anyone to see, had fundamentally changed the way Linda thought about sex and sexuality. That new thinking changed the way she dressed, and it most certainly changed the way she thought about Halloween costumes.

At all of Nancy’s Halloween parties, and a few of the others Linda had been to, there was at least one bold, daring woman who wore a skimpy, sexy costume. It was usually a sexy nurse or sexy librarian, or maybe a French maid or a Marilyn Monroe. The men always ogled, and the more conservative women clucked and gossiped. Linda was always on the conservative side of the equation, but this time would be different. She felt sexier than she ever had in her life, and she was ready to shock a few people.

She went to the fabric store and bought two yards of shiny black fabric. She got out her old sewing machine and fashioned a cape — a long, narrow one that would just cover the back of her, from her shoulders all the way to the floor. She got fancy and made arm holes to hold it on, and a tall, stand-up collar. Under the cape she would flaunt her newfound sexuality and wear lingerie, all of it newly bought, just for the occasion.

Nancy was a little concerned about her friend. She’d noticed the changes in Linda’s personality since the porn making incident, and whenever she asked about her costume for the party Linda wouldn’t tell her anything. “Oh, it’s gonna be fun!” was all she’d say, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Fun, Nancy wondered? Ever since the porn, she’d seen Linda gardening blatantly bra-less in her front yard; she’d seen her wearing short shorts; she’d seen her in the short shorts and bra-less at the supermarket. She’d even seen her taking the mail from the young mailman at her door one day in nothing but a little bra and panties. And now it was Halloween. Sexy costumes were all the rage. Nancy was worried.

The night of the party rolled around. It was a Friday, the night before Halloween. Nancy and Bill’s house was decorated with orange lights; fake cobwebs were in the shrubbery, and a smoke machine made a knee-deep fog across their front steps and walkway. Linda watched from her house as people arrived. Normally she would have walked over early to help out, but she knew Nancy would protest in horror at her skimpy costume, so she was waiting until there was a house full. She wanted to make an entrance.

Nancy texted Linda. Were are you? Are you coming?

Yes. Be over soon. Luv you, Linda texted back.

“Oh God,” Nancy muttered.

“What’s the matter?” Bill asked.

“Linda,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Brace yourself.”

“Is she all right?”

“Not in the head she’s not. There may be skin involved.”

“Really!” Bill said, smiling. “What’s gotten into her lately?”

“So you’ve noticed have you?” Nancy said, playfully accusatory.

“Kinda hard not to,” Bill smirked.

“Men!” Nancy said quietly, shaking her head as she wandered off to mingle with her guests.

Linda looked out her bedroom window at two more cars pulling up across the street, and two other couples arriving on foot. Looks like most everybody’s there, she thought, so she went to her full length mirror to look herself over one last time. She’d gone to the hair salon earlier in the day to have her new haircut spruced up. The highlighted bright red color that had been turning heads for over a month looked fabulous, and was sexy as hell with her black and red costume. She ran her fingers through the soft bed-head clumps, marveling once again at the way the modern long bob cut took ten years off of her. She couldn’t help but smile at her own sexiness. Sixty-three-year-old women just aren’t supposed to look that good.

It wasn’t just the way the hair looked that made her smile. Not by a long shot. Her eyes drifted ataşehir escort down to the bottom of the mirror, and back up. Blood-red high heeled shoes, with sexy straps around her ankles. Black, lace-top fishnet stockings in a cobweb design. A blood-red garter belt holding them up. Black satin panties that were a little too thin and a little too tight to disguise her puffy pussy lips. She’d been working hard on her yoga ever since her night at Tucker’s, and her smooth, flat stomach showed it. Her eyes drifted up, to the black satin bra, which, like her panties, made it pretty clear what was happening underneath. Her nipples hardened as she watched. “Oh my God!” she said quietly as she observed the spectacle. She laughed nervously. It made her tits jiggle beautifully, and she laughed again. She knew she’d be doing a lot of laughing at the party, and the thought of her tits jiggling like that in front of all the men gave her goosebumps. She straightened the necklace around her neck — a string of small silver spiderwebs with black widow spiders made out of silver and ruby-red jewels — and she adjusted the collar of the shiny black cape she’d made, so it stood up nicely, like a Dracula she’d seen in a movie. The cape hung all the way to the floor, and it covered her just how she’d hoped, mostly down her back, so all of the front of her was on wonderful display.

“Yes,” she said to her reflection. “Time to go.”

It was a pitch-black night, with no moonlight. She waited by her tall hedge for a car to pass and walked confidently across the dark street in all her nearly naked glory. The forty-five degree temperature had her nipples standing proud, and every square inch of her skin erupted in goosebumps again. She walked into her friend’s house without knocking.

“Now we’re gettin’ somewhere!” a male voice said. The noisy party got noticeably quieter.

“Good God!”

Linda recognized her best friends voice and braced for the worst. The noise level ramped-up again as people started buzzing. Nervous laughter, men saying things they shouldn’t, their wives quietly scolding them. Linda loved it. She did her best to hold back the laughter that she wanted to let out.

“You are insane!” Nancy said quietly as she swept her big Gone With The Wind gown in front of Linda, blocking her from everyone’s view. “Have to lost your mind?”

Linda knew the look on Nancy’s face. She was saying one thing but meaning another. Linda smiled.

“You little shit!” Nancy laughed, shaking her head. “All right, lets get a drink. I knew I’d need one when I saw you.”

They waked into the kitchen where Bill was mixing cocktails. A passel of men were gathered around the make-shift bar.

“Two Margaritas bar keep,” Nancy said to her husband. “Strong ones.”

“Linda! I never thought a vampire would brighten up the joint, but you sure do!” Bill said, with a wide-eyed gaze and a big smile.

“Down boy!” Nancy said. “The rest of you guys might as well get your comments outta the way. What do you think, does she win the costume contest? Not bad for an old girl, huh?”

“Damn straight!” a Lone Ranger said enthusiastically. “My wife didn’t hear that, did she?” he said, craning his neck to look toward the living room. All the men laughed nervously.

“No Mike, you’re safe,” Nancy said. “Careful though you horndogs. We don’t want any trouble here tonight.”

“Here ya go you Devil,” Bill said as he handed Linda her drink. “Extra strong.”

“And mine?” Nancy said. “I can see who gets the service around here.”

“Guests first, right honey?” Bill smirked.

“Yeah right!” Nancy said, taking her drink from him. “Come with me,” she said to Linda. They walked to a hallway off the kitchen and stopped in the dim light. “You sure you wanna do this?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Linda said. “I mean it’s not that crazy is it? There’s lots of sexy costumes these days.”

“Linda, I can see what your pussy looks like! And your tits are…Jesus! I mean it’s fine, I’m not saying no or anything. It’s your call, but…wow Linda. Just…wow!”

“Wanna join me? You could be Gone With The Wind slutty girl, with a hoop skirt and a sexy bra,” Linda laughed. “Hey, I’m good with how I look,” she said. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. Wanna mingle? I’m dying to see how this affects the men. I’m guessing it’s gonna be fun.”

“Their wives might not think so. But fuck ’em, let’s go. I love how you make me feel like a teenager sometimes. You little shit!” Nancy laughed.

They each sucked down a big swig of Margarita and made their way to the living room. The Rolling Stones were on the stereo, people in all kinds of costumes were laughing and talking. Linda’s jiggly tits stole the show.

———————

The next day Linda had a hangover. She’d had more fun at the party than she could remember, and Nancy did too, laughing at the sexiness that Linda seemed to bring out in everybody. It was like a party from the sixties, when cocktails really flowed and people were less uptight.

Linda ataşehir escort rolled out of bed not long before noon, finally giving in to her hungry cat’s plea for food. Coffee was made and the first sips washed down her dry throat. She noticed her laptop was still open and a feeling of dread hit her.

“Oh God, what did I do,” she said quietly in her empty room.

She touched a key and it came to life. Email. To Tucker. Asking if Jamar was still working with him. He mentioned that he works in front of the camera sometimes, doing scenes. Do you think he’d be interested in doing one with me?

“Fuck!” Linda said, loud enough to worry the cat.

She sat down and rubbed her throbbing head. It was all coming back to her…

Grady Wells and his wife were at the party. Linda and Nancy went to high school with him, the only African-American at the school back in those days. Tall. Handsome. Awesome smile. Super nice guy. Linda was sure he didn’t do anything inappropriate at the party, but she was pretty sure she did. Or at least she thought about nasty things when she was talking to him. Yeah, that was all it was, but damn, he made her horny. While she was standing there talking to him she thought of Jamar, and what he’d said when she first met him at the studio. “My, you are a lovely one. I’m available for scenes too you know. Did the boss tell you?” The look in his eye when he said it was an unmistakable ‘I wanna fuck you. Please pick me’.

When she got home from the party — wearing one of Nancy’s coats, escorted across the street by Bill — she’d sat right down at the dining room table with her cat and watched porn. Black men with white women. She’d fingered herself to a wild, tequila fueled orgasm in her vampire lingerie, and in the afterglow she’d emailed Tucker.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said as she re-read it.

Later in the day, when her head felt better, she wasn’t so concerned. On the contrary, she was starting to feel all tingly when she thought about a return to Tucker’s Studio. The first time had been awesome. Better than awesome. And the repercussions she thought might happen never did. Maybe it was too soon and they eventually would, but for the time being Nancy was the only one who knew anything. At least that’s what Linda thought. Turns out there were four different people at the Nancy’s party that knew about Linda’s porn, but none of them felt comfortable gossiping about it. But if they knew, it was just a matter of time before it spread like wildfire.

Linda though, was oblivious, at least for the time being. Making a porn had been nothing but fun, with no downside. Getting fucked by Jamar, a handsome man of color, seemed like a delicious dream that might come true. When you’re sixty-three you’ve gotta grab these opportunities, right? They ain’t comin’ ’round again sister.

Ginger!

So great to hear from you! The Ginger/Daddy McQueen video is one of our top hits on the website. I’ve gotten so many positive comments about it, I’ve been meaning to tell you.

To answer your question, yes, Jamar is still here. He’s one of the most prized members of my little team here. Well, I lie. All of them are. But God willing, Jamar will be here as long as I am. I told him you inquired and he’s delighted. More than delighted. He’s already asked me twice if I’ve gotten back to you yet. So give me a call at the office and we’ll set something up.

Looking forward to seeing you again,

Tucker

Well, that did it. As Linda read the email her pussy got wet. Just like a younger woman. Lube? We don’t need no stinkin’ lube! Jamar wanted to fuck her, and the feeling was more than mutual.

———————

“I’m gonna do it again,” Linda said to Nancy as they shared a morning coffee the next day. Nancy knew just what she meant.

“I knew this was coming,” Nancy said quietly.

“And?” Linda said.

“And nothing. It’s your decision. I’ve seen how it’s changed you, and it’s not all bad. I still think it might mess up your life, but…maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know.”

Linda didn’t say anything. The silence was deafening.

“You want more?” Nancy asked. “Okay, I’m envious. Is that what you wanna hear? Like I said, it’s changed you and some of it’s good. More than some maybe. I know you’re feeling good about yourself, and sexy. I wish I felt that way.”

“But you are!” Linda said.

“No I’m not. I don’t feel…fuckable. You do, right? I know you do. I haven’t felt that in twenty years. Bill and I are fine, but…well you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Linda said. “Gettin’ old sucks. I guess I’m fighting it off in a stupid way, but…what the hell, it’s working. I don’t know what’ll happen when it bites me in the ass, but…”

“I hate it. Getting old,” Nancy said. “You look so good. Better than good. What the fuck Linda.”

“I’ve been trying to get you to do yoga with me!”

“I know, but what the fuck! You’ve always had that nice little body. I feel like such a cow sometimes when I’m with you. I saw the way Bill and anadolu yakası escort all the guys looked at you at the party.”

“Hey, if you were wearing what I was wearing they would have been looking at you. Try it. You’re far from a cow. Guys look at you. Embrace it before it’s too late. That’s my philosophy lately.”

“So you’re gonna do it? Make another porn with David?”

“Not David,” Linda said coyly. Her face flushed with heat. “A guy named Jamar. I met him last time. He’s a black guy.”

“Oh. Okay,” Nancy said. “God Linda. Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“You like black guys?” Linda asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“Fuck Linda,” Nancy said, shaking her head. “You don’t know me by now?”

“Oh, Grady? Yeah, I forgot you had a thing for him back in school. Fuckin’ seventies. It was all taboo back then.”

“I fucked him,” Nancy said. “After the North High game senior year.”

“Oh my God!” Linda said.

“I fell for him. It went on for a few months, all secret, but…you know how it was.”

“Wow! I can’t believe you never told me!”

“Yeah. So I guess I can watch your porn, with you taking a black cock, all fuckin’ doggie style or something.”

“Okay, this is a little weird. Aren’t you happy? With Bill?”

“Oh Linda, of course I am. I think I’m still fucked up from that Tequila two nights ago. My stupid old body can’t process it anymore. I’m sorry honey. My high school bullshit shouldn’t enter into this. Shouldn’t enter into anything anymore! You do it! If you want to, you do it! I’ll support you. Even if the whole neighborhood finds out and thinks you’re an insane slut, I’ll support you.”

“Good, ’cause I’m doing it tomorrow night,” Linda said.

“You are? Oh my God! You really are insane! I mean, certifiable! A black guy, with cameras…on the internet?”

“Yup. Don’t ask me why, but it makes me unbelievably happy. I know I’m crazy. You don’t have to tell me. Why don’t you come with me.”

“No! I can’t. Don’t ask me again,” Nancy said sharply.

“Okay. I just wanted…but yeah, I understand. I’m sorry.”

“No sorrys. Just do it. Have fun. I designate you the neighborhood slut.”

“Ha!” Linda laughed. “I’ll take it. God help me, but that sounds good to me right now.”

———————

“Roll cameras!” Tucker yelled. Linda and Jamar walked through a doorway, onto the living room set. It was empty, with no furniture. Just a few boxes stacked by a wall.

“So what do you think Mrs. Jones?” Jamar said. “I think it’s gonna sell quick at this price. Houses in this neighborhood go fast.” His lovely Caribbean accent was like music to Linda’s ears.

“I don’t know,” Linda said. “I love it but it’s just a little over my budget. If you could knock a couple points off your commission I might be able to swing it.”

“I’m cuttin’ it thin as it is Mrs. Jones. But maybe, I mean maybe you could…sweeten the deal?” he said, looking at the open buttons on Linda’s shirt.

“Jamar!” she said quietly. “What are you saying? I could report you to the real estate board. I should go.”

“No, don’t go,” Jamar said. “I’m sorry. I just think you’re attractive, that’s all. It shouldn’t be tied to any kind of ‘deal’. I’m very sorry.”

“You do not think I’m attractive!” Linda said. “I’m old enough to be your mother! Older!”

“Hey, all I know’s what the little guy down here tells me,” he said, gesturing to his crotch. “Guess I got a thing for redheads.”

“That’s interesting, because I’ve got a thing for black…haired men.”

Their eyes locked, but neither one moved.

“What do you think of the view…out this window?” Linda said as she walked toward it.

She bent at the waist, her skirt pulling tight over her shapely ass as she tried to open the window sash. It was stuck.

“Let me do it for you,” Jamar said.

He set his clipboard on the floor and went to her, molding his body over hers. She could feel the lump in his pants press against her ass.

“It’s stuck bad,” he said. “I think it’s gonna take a big tool. You think a big tool’s the right thing to use, Mrs. Jones?”

“I do,” Linda sighed.

She turned her head and Jamar kissed her. His hands went to the tits that hung nicely under her in her sleeveless white shirt. She pressed her ass tight against the growing hardness in his pants.

Tucker smiled in the shadows behind the cameras. Amateur acting was always thrilling to him when it worked. Jamar and Linda were far from skilled in the acting department, but they pulled it off in one take, looking pretty natural. He had a strong feeling the sex was going to be great, so the hard part was over.

Jamar’s long, tall body slithered down Linda’s ass. Squatting behind her, he lifted her skirt and ran his hands over her slippery satin panties. Linda’s ass looked spectacular bent over like that, way better than it had a right to at her age. Jamar mouthed her puffy pussy lips right through the silky fabric. Linda moaned. He pulled the panties aside and it was flesh on flesh, soft wet lips against soft wet lips. Linda’s moan went so deep she vibrated. She looked out the window at the stage lights illuminating fake shrubbery and a painted blue sky. A smile overtook her as every molecule in her body tingled . Makin’ a porn again. Yeah she was.

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