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edited by jthserra

As I step on the plane I remember how this trip started about a hundred years ago. Ok, maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but it was years ago now. We were both quite unassailably attached back then. But time has a way of taking circumstances beyond our control and now we’re both, well, we’re not. Attached, that is.

So I get on the plane, a nervous wreck as I ponder my destination. Not that I haven’t pondered it about a million times already. I know where I’m going and why. I’m going to see an old friend whom I’ve never met. To finally see the face that I love. And before the night is done, I will fuck him till he comes twenty times. And on our first date, too. Christ, don’t tell my mother.

Ok, technically in this computer age, you can’t consider this our first date. We’ve had hundreds, maybe thousands of dates, then. He knows me better than my closest friends do. We’ve discussed everything from kids and lovers to illnesses and addictions. Verbally he’s brought me off more than any lover I ever had. He knows the way a woman likes her pussy licked. I know him well enough to know he would never dream of coming first. He’s a generous lover, a brilliant man, a poet. It feels as if I’ve known him all my life. So why this case of the jitters?

I have all his words with me, the poems and stories he’s written for me and for others. A fresh flush warms my body as I read Passion Song for the four thousandth time. He wrote it for me over a decade ago and it still makes me hot. My nervousness ebbs and I close my eyes, try to picture a face I’ve never seen.

My sister asked, “What if he’s ugly? What if he doesn’t turn you on?”

I smiled and answered, “He’s not and he does. I’ve seen his soul and it’s beautiful. No one has ever turned me on as much as this man.” She doesn’t get it, threatened to tell Mom. I told her to go ahead if she wanted to live with the guilt of a heart attack.

The plane lands and my heart takes off like a triple crown race horse. I sit, as others disembark, trying to breathe normally. Up the ramp and into the terminal on shaking legs, I stop in the ladies room to freshen my face. I brush my long blonde hair, put on some lip gloss and restack my melons on their silver platter. Ok, technically it’s a black lace Wonder-bra, but it serves the same purpose. I’m just showing off what’s on the menu.

I’m an exhibitionist. He’s a voyeur. That’s how we met, on this great little web site for writers. I was looking for an editor for the erotic stories I write, and I stumbled into smut-writer’s heaven. Funny thing was, it turned out to be so much more than a porn site, with a close knit community of poets and friendly folks reading and giving feedback for other writers. It was amazing. We saw each other’s work and just clicked, then found out we had so much more in common than writing, even similar spiritual interests.

I’m staring at my cleavage in the mirror, frozen. Why so nervous? I know this man. I love him! Why do I feel like a teen on my first date? Because I haven’t been on a date in the last 30 years. Because making love to this man tonight will be the culmination of exquisite foreplay that has lasted almost 13 years. He’s made me come a million times and he’s never even seen me. What if I don’t turn him on?

I shake my head and look in the mirror again. He’s gonna love the lace bra peeping over my blouse. I am an exhibitionist, and it’s show time. I smile at myself, then turn and walk with slightly feigned confidence. Somewhere in the back of my mind, Ted Nugent suddenly breaks into a sizzling rendition of Stranglehold. I take my time, letting the seduction come over me. The painted on leather skirt and “fuck me” pumps get the reaction I want. One hip at a time, I conquer the corridor. I feel the eyes, see heads turn. I meet the gaze of a man sitting at the bar. He smiles hopefully. I flip my hair over my shoulder as if to say, “You wish.” This is my game and I’m ready to play.

I descend the stairs and head toward the luggage carousel that’s flashing my flight number. I casually stroll up to the belt and watch the bags go round. No need to look for him, he’ll find me. He’s seen plenty of pictures of me. I couldn’t pick him out of a line up. Well, maybe I could, I have seen his eyes. He sent me a picture once peering over a cup of coffee and told me that’s what he’d look like staring up from my muff. I had to smile. He has great eyes.

I lean forward, knowing how my skirt will ride up in back, and grab my suitcase, just a small one, then look around. Although there’s no sign of him, I can feel him here, watching me. He loves to watch, not just me, though I’m sure to be his primary target at the moment. He watches everything. I scan the room and know he sees the crowd thinning out, the woman with a baby meeting her mom, the grandmother cooing over the infant, he sees it all.

A suit puts a handle bayburt escort on his suitcase and wheels it from the terminal. He hasn’t been laid in a long time and it shows. A young couple kisses like he’s returning from war. Thank God that’s a thing of the past. Jeff’s got his eyes on the way the man’s hands are squeezing her ass, I’m sure of it. Then I see a man leaning against a pillar looking at me. I meet his gaze, size him up; tall and thin with gray hair, self assured look. That’s not Jeff. No way that’s him. As I scan the room again, Mr. Self-assured heads my direction, now looking more cocky than confident.

He extends his hand. “Hi Syndra, I’m Jeff.”

I stare into his eyes, but don’t reach for his hand. “No you’re not.” He looks confused, but I ignore him, turn away and look at the decreasing population in the terminal. Baggage claim clerk helps tired mother with 2 little kids, as a sexy young man lifts a guitar case from the still revolving carousel. Gray hair above newspaper, eyes watching me. That’s Jeff. The eyes smile as I walk toward him. Oh yes, those are Jeff’s eyes. He continues to peer over his paper. I lean in, resting a hand on my knee, pulling the paper down so the sway of my breasts is directly in his line of sight. He’s grinning. “Hi Jeff.”

“Hi, Syn.” He rises and pulls me to him in a long hug.

All my qualms evaporate with his breath on my neck. I could stay here forever, where I’ve wanted to be for so long. Jeff is holding me in his arms! Oh, it’s almost too good to be true. Finally and reluctantly we release the embrace and he kisses me. His lips press tenderly to mine and I melt. My panties grow damp and all the foreplay from all the years creeps into my consciousness. More than anything I want to drop to my knees and release his desire, but I just kiss him again, and look into his wonderful eyes. “Nice to see you.”

He smiles. God he’s got a great smile! He’s just as I had him pictured. Slightly over 6 feet, gray hair and beard, with this open face. I don’t know what I mean by open. Honest, friendly maybe? Or maybe I just know him so well he’s like an open book to me. He’s well built with biceps rock hard beneath his black shirt. And those eyes! He has gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Nice to see you, too Syn. You look beautiful.” He drops his gaze to my bosom then plants a big kiss and a lick on the swell above the lace. I gasp and my cunt begins to pulse with pent up desire. He watches my face flush with need. “Absolutely gorgeous. And you smell of lilacs. Shall we go?”

I’m speechless, and slightly breathless, as he lifts my bag and hands it to his impersonator. “Syn, this is Mike, our chauffeur.”

“Hi Mike.”

“Ma’am. Nice to meet you.” He takes my bag and leads us out of the terminal. A black stretch limo sits by the curb. Mike opens the door and bows slightly.

I raise one eyebrow at Jeff. He just smiles and waves me in first. I slide onto the leather seat as he climbs in after. “Nice ride. Why the impostor?”

“You know why.”

“You wanted to watch me, I know. But I would have danced naked, had you asked. Why the impostor? Were you going to run away if you didn’t like what you saw?” For just an instant, a pinch of my earlier nervousness returns.

He slides closer and pulls me into a kiss. “Not a chance, Syn. I just wanted to watch you without you reacting to me, just being you.”

Mike gets in front. “To the restaurant, Sir?”

“The reservations are at nine. Just drive until then. Show Syndra the town.”

“Yes Sir.” The partition creeps up between the front seat and us.

I straddle his lap, press my crotch to his, and feel him rise to meet me. I kiss him long and sweet, loving, exploring. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning when all her dreams come true. And I still have a package to unwrap.

He reaches into my blouse, under the lace and lifts one breast into view. “Jesus, Syn, you weren’t kidding.”

I smile. “Meaning?”

“You have perfect nipples.” He’s right. I do. I’m not bragging, it’s simply true. I have vanilla breasts with caramel nips that gather with the slightest breeze. Of course I already told him this because, well, that’s just how I am. He suckles like a newborn and I swoon into him. Dizzy now, I just ride along in this plush automobile across his lap while he sucks my tit and I rub my clit against his jeans. I am in heaven.

His tongue slides up my neck and his lips find mine again. He palms my panties. “You’re hot.”

“Why thank you, love. You’re pretty hot yourself.” I slide onto the floor before his finger can sneak under the damp nylon. He reaches, but I slip between his knees, release his belt and pull his fly open. One last sizzling glance at his eyes, then I dip in to find my prize. “Oh, God, Jeff! It’s everything I hoped for.” He smiles and watches me cradle it in my hand like a precious artifact and lick it like the delectable treat it is.

I’ve waited so long for bilecik escort this moment. I wonder if I ever told him how much I love to give head? He’s about to find out as I lick and kiss and swirl. Swirl again and swallow hard. I love the way it feels against my lips, my tongue. They should make lipstick in the shape of a cock. Not thin like lipstick, cock sized. I love the way the rubbery tip feels soft against my lips and all over my tongue, eyelids, cheeks. Ok, the lipstick idea might get messy. I swallow again, taking his length in my mouth.

“Jesus, Syn!”

I dive again and suck slowly back to the tip and swirl my tongue. Men have told me they don’t need the swirl, it’s just for show in porno movies. But I need it. I love it! I like to lick it and play with it and gobble and suckle it. So I swirl because it feels good. Damn it feels good. My pussy starts to throb, my nipples press hard against the rough lace of my bra.

I bathe the entire surface with my tongue. Such a lovely prick, my God! Nice, slow strokes with my hand, while I attend to his balls. I palm one and take the other into my mouth very gently, licking and sucking. I squeeze and lick and revel in the scent of him. Musky man scent, warm and close. Finally so close. A small moan escapes his lips. As I shift my weight and lick my way back up the shaft, I glance at his face. I have to smile. At this point in a blow job, most men are lolled back, eyes shut and nearly drooling. Not Jeff. My voyeur is watching every move. Now I’m really turned on.

The only thing I love more than sucking cock is being watched while I suck cock. I swallow him deep, but he’s reached his full length. I love a challenge. I smile and pull back slowly, sucking till I reach the head, lick the tip and dive on him again. He moans and puts his hand in my hair, not forcing me, just petting, appreciating. I let the slickness at the back of my throat slide around his cock, then pull back slow, sucking hard. He quivers slightly. I lift my eyes to see him watching, hold his gaze a minute, smiling as I flick my tongue against his glans. I wrap my lips around his shaft and swallow deep. When he reaches the back of my throat, I take a deep breath, open my throat and take it all.

He quivers. “Oh, God, Syn!”

I swallow him like a python takes her supper, sucking and squeezing him with my throat. I’m a good swimmer, so I can hold my breath quite a while. I keep him buried deep, swallowing repeatedly so the muscles in my throat constrict around his flesh. I hear a slight whimper. My hand moves to gently squeeze his balls while I feast on his flesh. It’s heaven having him in my mouth, down my throat, fucking my face. I pull back a bit, breathe, and dive on him again, opening my throat and swallowing him whole. The sound of his ragged breath drives me to peak performance. I lose track as I gobble and breathe, lick and swallow, take it deep and then retreat to tickle with my tongue. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Soaked with desire, I lose myself in the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him. I want this to last forever, but it doesn’t take long.

“I’m gonna come, Syn.” Requisite warning offers to let me back off if I don’t want to swallow.

My efforts redouble. I’ve waited a long time and I am dying to taste this man. My panties are drenched and my nipples press hard against his thighs, reaching for him. His legs tremble, go taut, as I greedily suck him, softening the grip of my lips but maintaining the depth of my stroke. My head bobs in his lap, taking it all, savoring the creamy texture on my tongue, the salty sweet flavor I have only dreamed for so long. My stroke slows as I softly gulp his cream and moan with ecstasy. I milk the last drops into my mouth. Softly I kiss and lick his rubbery flesh, memorizing the feel of it against my lips. He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me with his tongue.

We melt together, kissing softly, then just breathing as I nuzzle his neck, smelling the wonderful scent of him. Once he catches his breath, he smiles at me. “You’re good, Syn.”

“You inspire me, Jeff.”

He reaches between my thighs and slips a finger under my panties. “God, you’re wet!”

I am. I can feel my desire flowing in the rivers of my veins and converging to pool in my warm delta. “Fuck me with your fingers,” I whisper in his ear.

He needs no encouragement to slip inside me two fingers, then three, as I gasp, and grasp at his touch. He rolls me onto my back and takes a nipple to his lips, making me moan. His thumb finds my clit and my breath comes fast. His other hand slips inside my bra to tweak my other nipple.

“Oh, yes, Jeff.”

His mouth on my breast and his attention to my clit bring my heart rate up fast. His fingers deep in me are delicious, twisting and reaching for my center. I hum along with the rhythm to which my hips are rocking.

He knows I’m close and coaxes me. “Come, bingöl escort Syndra, come. I want to see.”

And I do. I scream as it hits, and lift my hips. After thirteen years of foreplay, that’s all it takes. I have never been more ready in my life. He brought me to the brink a thousand times on words alone, then pushed me over time and again. He did this to me, inspired this heat, this desire, this wanton, willing passion. And now he takes me in the flesh and I am so ready to let go, to come in his arms. I have dreamed it so long and, now I do not need much coaxing to come here.

He licks his fingers clean and smiles at me. “You taste good.” He kisses me deeply and my mouth is now a mingle of his taste and mine. Our lips and tongues dance together for a long time, twirling in the heat of sated lust.

We talk of sex and poetry until we reach the restaurant. I fix my makeup and comb my hair. He’s brought me to Carelli’s, his favorite place. The hostess knows him, seats us at a booth in the back. It’s small, charming and cozy with a circular fireplace in the center, wine racks along the back wall and romantic lighting. But I’m not really here for the atmosphere. I slide right next to him in the booth and put my hand on his thigh. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and we share a menu.

“I’m starving,” I say. “What’s good?”

“Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”

“As long as I get linguine, I’ll be happy.”

When the waiter comes, Jeff orders chicken saltimboca and I get lobster alfredo over linguine. We talk and play and eat and laugh. He twirls my fork and feeds me linguine. We lock arms and sip from our glasses, eye to eye. My right thigh is lopped over his left, and he occasionally reaches under my skirt for a pet. The evening is an odd combination of first date/honeymoon gestures and emotions. After dinner he orders a brownie hot fudge sundae and a shot of gin. I order coffee and share his dessert, spooning every other bite into his mouth. Our kisses are now chocolate, laced with liquor. The combination is intoxicating.

I suddenly remember a poem he wrote a long time ago and feel inspired. I slide back so I’m resting against the wall, lift my right leg until my foot rests on the seat and my knee is pressed to my chest. Then I dip my fingers under damp panties, pull wet fingers out and stir his gin. He grins broadly, lifts his glass to his nose to smell my scent, then takes a sip. I let him lick my fingers then watch him lick his lips.

“Well?” he challenges me.

“Well what?”

“What about the rest of the poem?”

“Here and now?”

“You did in the poem.”

“In the poem we were in a bar. This is a nice family place.” He’s just looking at me, waiting. “You want they should ask us to leave and never come back?”

“It would be worth it to watch.” He’s really grinning now.

I feel my face flush, but it’s not from embarrassment. I’m turned on and he knows it. I move my hand between my legs and slip fingers back inside the dampness. With my other hand I pull the panties to one side so he can see.

His eyes fix on my naked mons, freshly shaved this morning because I know he likes it that way. He reaches absently and strokes one finger up the smooth lips. I quiver. I don’t know if it’s from the touch, or the way he’s looking at me as though admiring a work of art.

I dip the fingers deep, making them slick, then rub them hard against my growing clit. I tilt my tailbone under to give him a better view. I love doing it for him, love that he’s watching me. And then there is the element of danger, I could get caught. Other’s could watch, are probably watching now. A fresh flush warms my thighs and my breath comes faster. I work tight, hard circles around my clit. Gotta be fast or I’m gonna get caught. Yes. He’s watching, amazed, looks as if he’d like to help, but just watches, hypnotized by the little circles I’m making. I slide the fingers in, fuck myself as deep as I can, slide them back out to molest my clit. I’ve lost track of where I am, and just rock in the seat. Small moans escape my lips, eyes closed. So close, I’m nearly there.

“Are you ready for your check?”

My eyes fly open. I see the waiter just as his eyes lock on me. My mind registers my location and situation just in time to silence a scream. Orgasm overtakes me. Jeff and the waiter are spellbound as I writhe and pant and moan as quietly as I can manage. Slowly the tremors subside. Nonchalantly, I place my leg back under the table, stir Jeff’s gin with sticky fingers and then lick them off.

Jeff empties the glass in one gulp and hands the waiter a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.” He takes me by the hand, and leads me on weak knees to the parking lot, where we roll laughing into the back seat of the limo. Mike starts the car and we make a clean getaway.

Jeff pulls my knees up and pushes me onto my back. One hand unzips his fly and releases his thick cock as the other slides my panties off in one very smooth move. I am impressed, and so very ready to get fucked. I reach to guide him in but he pushes my hand away.

“I love seeing you so eager,” he teases. He leans over me, supporting his weight on his elbows and kisses me. “I love seeing you.” His eyes are so sexy.

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Willa Pryce tossed and turned all night long. Troubled by last nights Chapter Act with Nick that became all too real. Although cut short by Nick’s insistence that the chapter was interpreted all wrong. Still, she lost herself to his attention. Even though she felt the reality of the acts he covered his tracks well. It was almost as if he believed he was his own character of Dorian Crane. Possessed one minute then reverting back to writer Nick Benson.

At 4 AM she decided enough was enough and got out of bed. She put on a knee level nightshirt that had a Chicago Bears logo on the front. Parading from her room she peered down the hall at Nick’s bedroom. No sign of life. She decided then to check in on baby Grace easing her door open to creep up to her crib. Sleeping soundly she lightly covered her up and took her leave.

Going downstairs she grabbed a small glass of orange juice and ventured out on to the deck overlooking the ocean. The night sky left everything to desire. The smog disguised the stars, unlike Chicago. She missed that much at the very least.

She kept hearing squeaking noises coming from the lower deck which led to a small enclosed greenhouse. She had yet to check that area out. Curiosity led her down the steps until she reached the greenhouse. Glaring inside she spotted Nick lifting weights. For a writer he managed to keep astonishingly fit. She marveled at his six pack abs and rippling biceps. Even lifting weights he maintained his dislike of clothing.

It was impossible not to admire his manhood. Even during exercise his penis managed a woody. If not invincible it was still hard. She found herself wet instantly.

As his repetition halted she watched him sit up straight and stretch. He winced as if his shoulder was in agony. After a few moments it passed and he found himself palming his dick. Stroking it gently she wondered if he had jerked off earlier after he stopped playing with her. Perhaps not.

Unsure if she should approach him after her comments of last nights exit she started to turn. Then inspiration hit her, Claire Benson demanded she keep him inspired. The risk might prove valuable. In response she turned and opened the greenhouse door, entering.

Nick heard the door and stopped touching himself long enough to observe her shuffling toward him.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” She spoke.

“I needed my daily workout. Mind for writing, muscle for body. Should you be down here leaving my daughter alone in the house?”

It hadn’t occurred to her. Turning pale she started to dart away only to have Nick reach out and clutch the hem of her nightshirt accidently ripping it. Stopping cold she glared back at Nick.

Nick sneered at her then yanked at the shirt as hard as he could shredding it up the left side. Standing swiftly he took both hands and tore the garment all the way to her armpit. She trembled harshly trying not to drop her juice glass.

Noting her attempt he swatted the glass away landing it in a row of plants. Shock set in for Willa. His expression was emotionless. Stopping only a moment to grimace he ripped the shirt off of her save for the neck. A pull away from her made her lose balance until her head escaped the collar. Naked now she stood terrified.

As swiftly as he had tore it from her he stepped away to gently spread the shirt down over the dusty wood floor.

She couldn’t move.

Finally, he moved to grip both of her arms and step her toward the shirt.

“Another Bear rug. Let’s get that chapter right this time.”

Willa had no idea how to get it right. She merely kneeled there on top of her Bear’s shirt. He immediately stood over her jerking off ferociously. Any attempt on her part to touch him led him to whisper, “BATTLE!”

She quaked staring up at him without blinking. Then it dawned on her. BATTLE must have an inner meaning. Her thoughts raced. Bat as in eyelashes? Bat as in the monster cock in front of her like a baseball bat? LE as in LAY? TLE/ LET?

All she needed to do was lean toward him. Await his excellence as his crown hovered over her face. She opened her jaw as wide as possible and protruded her tongue. The battle was in the wait. Never lose patience. Embrace what comes as offered, or taken. That was how she deviated from the script. That was how Nick deviated from the chapter. He lost control. The Beast within was his own soul.

Grasping the truth she held her breath and not once fluttered an eyelid.

Nodding feverishly Nick Benson/Dorian Crane detonated a massive load that splattered over her entire face. Her tongue cradled a portion of his load. Not swallowing until she could feel his final expiration. Even then she used her fingers to wipe her face and lick her fingers. Showing him that she was holding out to get every drop.

“DRINK!” He bellows.

That she did.

Once done she bitlis escort closes her eyes and savors the taste.

He leans over and pats her cheek.

“Well acted. Rewards shall come. Be ready by 9:00. Today we Shop.”

She was ready to go by 8:00. Showered, hair perfectly flowing over her shoulders, the scent of jasmine across her flesh.

Abandoning the bra he had given back to her from her completed dare she refuses to wear panties as well. She dressed in one of her knee high skirts, and a yellow button down blouse. High heeled black shoes finished her attire.

Hearing the doorbell ring startled her. Why had the intercom not buzzed? She eases her door open to listen. Noting Nick answer the door and greet a woman. They made the journey upstairs and walked past Willa’s now sealed door.

She had heard the name “Charlotte” whom sounded older. After ten minutes of waiting in her room Nick came knocking.

Willa jumps up and opens her door.

She admires his black button down shirt and slacks. He was very dapper.

“Ready? I know it’s early. 8:35. Morning traffic will be exhausting.”

“Yes. Will Grace be well taken care of?” Willa stood concerned.

“Charlotte is our usual short term sitter. Grace adores her.”

He eyes her skirt and blouse. Before she could even exit her room he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel. Her cleavage burst into view. He then puckers at her skirt.

“Tonight we burn those clothes.”

She raises a brow, “Is this part of a new chapter? Am I Sara right now?”

“I think you were born to be Sara. Don’t you?”

“Are you Dorian right now?”

He grins, “Reborn.”

He then turns away and lets her follow him. They reach the garage where he decides upon a red Corvette convertible. Opening the passenger door for her he then moves to the drivers seat. Car started, and garage door rising he drove onward and through the automatic gates to the street.

“This car is beautiful. Everything about this area is beautiful.” She spoke holding her hair against the wind.

Nick dons sunglasses and says nothing. The entire ride was silent. Uncomfortable yet relaxing.

Entering the city limits Shops popped up everywhere. He chose where to start. Parking was easier than she imagined. He had a pass that he dangled from his mirror as if a handicap. However the tag merely had a Regal symbol of some sort on both sides of it. She didn’t ask.

Getting out he left the top down even. So trusting. Opening her car door like a gentleman was charming. He then proceeded to walk away from her. Following, he entered a store where the mannequins wore next to nothing. Even the clerks could have been models.

A brunette clerk in a stunning outfit that displayed every feature she had approached them, “Mr. Benson, welcome. How is Claire?”

“She’s perfect as ever. This is our new Nanny “Willa”. Accent her with reds, black, white, and lavender only.”

Willa’s eyes bulged, “I like yellow.”

He smirks, “Yellow in small doses.”

The woman introduces herself as “Katrina” and takes Willa along beside her with a pleasant arm in arm.

On their journey Katrina took Willa’s measurements first then set about choosing clothing for her. As Willa herself sifted through casual hangings she looked back for Nick. He had stepped out for some reason.

“Here we go. Step into that room over there and try this one on.” prompted the clerk.

Willa examined the thin silky fabric blouse with spaghetti straps, and an extremely short skirt of similar material, both red. With an uneasy smile she took them into the room and tried them on. She admired herself in the mirror noting the shirt at least was nearly sheer. The shirt stopped just above her belly button showing it off. She could see her areolas ever so lightly. The skirt clung to her like a second skin.

“I think Dorian is doing the shopping here. Wow!”

Katrina knocks before entering to see her, “Lovely. I have one of each of these outfits and colors. Nick told me to have you try these on and step out for him to see you.”

Red underwear, tight, lacey, and even more sheer than the other clothing. Willa swallowed hoarsely as she changed. A hand covers her mouth out of awe. The bra and panties showed essentially everything. Her nipples were only covered at the bottom of the bra, as was her pussy. Her thin runway of reddish pubic hair was exposed.

With a cold chill she opens the room of the door and steps out. Nick was off to her left out of view. Katrina in front of her pointed in his direction and waved her out into the open. To her shock there stood Nick along with three other men. She began to cover herself with her arms until she noted Nick’s expression.

She decides instead to do a 360 on her toes to let them view her front bolu escort and back. The men merely smiled faintly as Nick nodded his approval, “One of each color, Katrina. Continue your shopping.”

Willa returns to the changing room followed by Katrina.

“That was rather unexpected.” Willa shivered.

Katrina warmly shares a smile.

“Ordinarily that would be against store policy. There must be something special about you.”

“I’m just the Nanny. I can’t say I approve of the clothes but they are free.”

“Of course.” Katrina shyly grins before handing her a mini dress in black that had nearly full frontal cleavage yet held together by thin laces. Those said laces tethered from hips to waist. More flesh than dress she thought.

Katrina opens the door for her and motions her back out into the store. This time there was a fourth man. Nick used his finger to motion her to spin again. She does so to their timid attention. After a moment he holds his hand out to her and pulls her to him.

“I have no idea who these men are. Merely passerby’s on this hot spring day. I only asked them to a fashion show.” He then scoots her closer by the small of her back until she faced each of them.

“Hello.” She whispers.

“I will buy this dress for you.” A balding man offered.

“And, I will buy you one in white.” Follows a tall thin man with gray at his temples.

“I guess that leaves you and I to buy a red and yellow one.” chuckles a third man to the fourth.

“You buy those, I’ll buy the underwear for her.” He returns.

She blushes leering back at Nick. He smirks, “I wonder what else they might be so generous and eager to buy?”

He guides her back to Katrina whom now had several outfits. Willa could only shiver and try them on.

Her next trip out into the store she wore a black bustiere that barely contained her chest and a stretchy black micro skirt. She chose to dance around with her hands in her hair for them. This captured their imaginations.

“One each?” She beguiles them with a sly sheepish grin.

Nods of agreement sends her wiggling back to the changing room.

“This is insane, Katrina.” Willa huffs half embarrassed, half excited.

“I am but a humble servant.” Holding up other outfits to choose from.

Willa rubs the underside of her chin, “Do you sell those bikini’s that hide almost nothing? G-string? Micro? Whatever they’re called.”

“Oh, yes. The beaches love those. Even if they are illegal.” Katrina winks.

“Bring me a yellow one. Don’t let anyone see you.”

Katrina nods and scurries away, returning five minutes later.

Holding the twin articles up she exhales with a light whistle.

“This might buy one of everything in your store. Salesperson of the month Katrina.” Willa giggles.

Once tied on she checks herself out in the mirror, “Oh my God! 3 Bandaid’s and dental floss.”

“Are you sure?” Katrina warns.

“Yes. Open sesame.”

The clerk opens the door and takes the lead. More to make certain of any objecting clientele.

Willa shyly walks into view noting each of them dropping their jaws. All save for Nick who narrowed his eyes.

Had she gone too far? His glare made her tremor. The four men mumbled amongst themselves leaving her uncertain whether to head back to the changing room or await Nick’s words.

Finally, Nick extended his hand as if before and reeled her in to face the four men. He then kept her hand and spun her slowly around for them to view her bare ass and nipple disguised monsters.

Stopping her mid spin the balding man caressed her ass with his palm. He was joined by the taller man who adorned her opposite cheek. Willa’s eyes bulged at their boldness. The taller man slid his fingers under the strings in his admiration.

“Very nice.” said the tall man.

Nick clears his throat to gain Willa’s eye contact. He studies her at their roaming touches. She shivers but maintains her composure.

Then, Nick twisted her to face the other two men. As he did the fingers of the tall man were still beneath the string between her ass and tugged it to the side out from inside her cheeks. Unintentional but the man risked keeping the string where it was.

This gave the other two men a barely obstructed view of her anal cavity. Willa swallowed at the disturbance. The two remaining men rubbed her ass and agreed between their eyes to pry her cheeks apart gently for a better view.

Nick leaned in to whisper, “Have you noticed you’re not blushing, Sara?”

Her eyes perked up at the identity change. Dorian was here. An unwritten chapter with a practice run?

She whispers back, “I try my best Dorian.”

Nick then turns her once more. This turn the tall man releases the string which falls back into place.

The bald man having witnessed burdur escort the tall man’s mischief eyed her patch covering Willa’s pussy. Her thin strip of red peach fuzz attracted him enough to tempt fate and roll his hand across her stomach until his fingers caressed its softness. Her eyes lower out of Nick’s observation. The nearness of his fingers made her tremble. With each tender rub he decides to pinch the fur between his fingers. Finally, his middle finger slithers under the patch. He barely touches her clit before abandoning her flesh entirely.

The fourth man with red hair and a moustache reaches up to lightly run his finger beneath the bikini tops strand. He gently ran his fingers knuckle along her chest until he reached the cloth cloaking her areola.

Wanting to peel it up over her nipple made him sweat. Willa maintained her lowered gaze. Trembling and forcing her fear back.

Another turn placed her back against Nick. His hand released her own hand allowing it to drape to her side. He then leaned to her ear and blew her locks from her lobes.

“Do their hands excite you, Sara?”

She opens her eyes to the four men with a glimmer of blessing.

“Yes. Yours would excite me more.” She admits.

She notes Katrina in the distance behind her front counter keeping the other clerk busy.

Willa feels Nick’s hands grip her shoulders, squeezing them which made her enjoy the stress release. After a few moments his hands slithered down her chest and under the bikini top to clutch her bare chest. He kneads at them allowing the top to be distorted over his knuckles. To the men viewing, her top was abandoning her to be replaced by massive hands. She gasps at his grip over both mounds.

The four men were drooling at the show. Mesmerized by his boldness. Knowing that once his hands left her the nipples would be in perfect view.

“Massage your clit.” Nick whispers.

She utilizes her right hand and slips her fingers beneath her yellow patch for a bikini bottom. Eyes study the men for reaction. Their attention now focused on her fingering motions.

She lightly whimpers trying not to moan loud enough to be heard.

Nick looks to the four men.

“There are four of you and four strings holding her bottoms on. Untie them and each of you take one string. How you hold it is your decision.”

Her eyes bulge as the hesitant men look around them first before spreading out for a better stance. As they carefully untie her bottoms the two men in the front agree to lower the patch in the front to view her snatch in full glory. The two gents gripping the back strings dangle the ass strap down until it escapes her ass crack completely.

Willa was essentially nude in a public store for all to see. It terrified her. Excited her. Her whole life made no sense. She was living the life of a character in Nick’s novel. A Chicago girl who wanted a new life. She found one.

She wanted to cum but was afraid she might scream. She whispers back toward Nick.

“I can’t hold it in. I need to scream.” she gasps.

“Silent scream. Fail me and you earn nothing this day.”

She grit her teeth with all of her might. Finally, Nick removed his hands from her breasts letting the men see her nipples. He yanks the top from her body leaving her stunned at the moment of her mini orgasm.

The men surrounding her nearly panicked. The men in front dropped their strings and stood back as she began to spasm, cum draining down her thighs.

The cloth fell to her knees.

As she felt Nick rip her bottoms from her she toppled to the carpeted floor and lay there heaving.

Nick grins at the men.

“I presume her wardrobe is bought and paid for in full?”

The bald man snatches up her bikini bottoms from his hand.

“I’ll buy these for myself if that’s okay with you?” He offers as he sniffs them.

“My gift.” She chokes up from laying on her back.

Nick nods as he spots the clerk Katrina rushing him with her hand. He then looks down at Willa.

“Crawl to the dressing room. I’ll have Katrina bring you a black bikini. Wear it home.”

“Yes, Sir.” Willa rolls to crawl slowly across the carpet to avoid rug burn. Once out of sight Katrina joins the gathering and understands what else is needed. She enters Willa’s room with a black bikini with the tags off. Gathering the to be purchased clothing she heads back toward the counter with the four men. The items tallied and paid for. Bagged and ready.

When Willa exits to join Nick he holds up a Belly chain and clasps it around her waist. He follows that with a beautiful lace choker that he ties about her throat.

Finally, he leads her to the area of the store for shoes. Locating her size he also buys her each color in a stiletto heel.

“Black pair. Wear them home.”

“Thank you, Dorian.”

Nick smirks, “Who?”

“Master!” she wags an eye brow at him.

“I need to write this chapter when I get home.”

“Can we grab lunch? I’m starving.”

He puckers with narrowing eyes.

“I wonder who will buy us lunch?”

Her jaw dropped.

She was starving after all.

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“Miranda, please don’t spend any money on me. I don’t need a gift.” Tom argued with me.

“But Tom, I want to make your birthday extra special. This is the first time you’ve had a birthday since we started dating.”

“Miranda, I’m serious. Don’t waste any money on me. My dream birthday is just having over three or four friends, watching the Heat play basketball, playing poker, and drinking beer.”

“That’s it?” I asked him. “You can’t think of a single book, CD, or video game you would like?”

“Miranda, I have all the material stuff I need. I don’t need anything. Please, I know you sometimes have trouble saving money, and I really don’t want you to spend a cent on my birthday. If you really must, you can make me a cake and we’ll have it when my friends come over next week.”

“That’s it Tom? Your dream birthday party is Beer, Basketball, Poker, and a homemade birthday cake?” I responded.

“That’s it. That would make me so happy.”

“I’ll bet I can make your birthday party more special than that, Tom.” I said with a wicked gleam in my eye. I was already planning and plotting a very sexy surprise for him.

“O.K., whatever, just don’t waste your hard earned cash on me please.” Tom insisted.

“Oh I won’t Tom. I promise I won’t spend one penny on your party.”

“Good, thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tom.” I replied, and I gave him a long lingering kiss on his lips.

His birthday was on Saturday night, so I had four days to prepare. I called my friend Julie the next day, and asked if she would be interested in coming over to Tom’s birthday party.

“Sure, what time, Miranda?” Julie said over the phone. I told her to come around 5:00 to help me prepare. She happened to be a pastry chef at a good Miami Beach restaurant, and I knew she would be able to make a much better cake than I would. She also had three other qualities I especially was looking for; she was incredibly attractive, she was very out going, and she was also very kinky. I had heard her tell me many tales of her sexual exploits, and I barely believed them all.

Tom was sitting on the black leather sofa when I arrived at his apartment at 4:00 on his birthday. He was drinking a bottle of Corona with a lime in it. I opened my purse and pulled out four cards.

“What are those, honey?” Tom asked me, probably surprised to see four birthday cards instead of just one.

“The top one is your birthday card, and the next three are your birthday gifts. Open up the cards, Tom.” I told him.

“Miranda, I told you not to get me gifts. What are those, gift cards for stores?”

“Tom, I kept my promise, the gifts didn’t cost a thing. O.K., I spent $1.00 on a few envelopes, sorry.”

He had a puzzled expression on his face. He picked up the top envelope, which was white. He ripped it open, and there was a simple hand-written note from me that read “Dear Tom. Happy birthday, lover. I want to make it very special. There are three envelopes on the table. Don’t open them yet; I will tell you when to open them. Love, Miranda.” It was written in red ink.

He gave me a kiss on the lips and thanked me for the cards.

At 5:00 the doorbell rang. It was my friend Julie. I opened the door to a tall stunning blonde with extremely large natural breasts. Her long blonde wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she had on dark red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She was wearing a red short sleeve button down blouse and a medium length black skirt, along with black high heels. Her legs were bare with no pantyhose on.

I gave her a hug and invited her into the living room. Tom greeted her, and stared at her figure for a second. I’m sure he would have liked to look at her even longer, but he was no doubt afraid that I would get upset. Unlike many women, I do not get jealous when my boyfriend appreciates other female bodies; in fact, I strongly encourage it. Tom had a hard time believing this, because his previous girlfriend had not approved of this at all.

I led her upstairs into Tom’s den, and we sat down on wicker chairs and started to go over the details of the party. We had sketched out our plan over the phone, but now that we were in person we were able to really fine tune the strategy to make his birthday party incredible.

I asked her what she was wearing under her red blouse. “Nothing!” she said while giggling. This was off to a great start, I thought.

I had on a very sexy white lacy bra under my plain black t-shirt, but I liked her way of thinking, so I removed my shirt and bra, and then put the shirt back on over my bare breasts.

I had remembered seeing an advertisement in the local alternative newspaper for topless bartenders. They were available for bachelor parties, frat parties, or whatever other occasions there were for men to gather and have topless women serve them alcohol all night. The price was pretty steep, though, and I knew I couldn’t buy that for Tom. So Julie and I were going to provide that service for free. This was Tom’s first gift.

I heard the door downstairs open and close a few times. Tom had invited five of his friends over; balıkesir escort Robert, Patrick, Carry, Joe and Hiroshi. I had a little history with the first four; on Super-Bowl Sunday this year I played a little game with them. To make a long story short, I derailed there plans to watch the game by offering them a strip show, lap-dances, and hand-jobs. I had only met Hiroshi a few times, and didn’t know him very well. Joe was a tall blonde with a crew-cut. He was the most annoying of Tom’s friends; always quoting stupid lines from movies, giving people high fives, and getting extremely wasted. Carry was a heavy-set guy with long brown hair who was generally pleasant to be around. Robert was the classic tall dark handsome stranger, a six foot tall well groomed gentleman. He was from Puerto Rico. Unfortunately, he was usually obnoxious; I couldn’t decide who bothered me more between him and Joe. Patrick was O.K. He was shorter than average, with short brown hair. He was really into sports, and always talking about them. Hiroshi was also on the short side, with short dark hair and Asian features. He was a Japanese American, born and raised in Miami. He seemed pretty friendly, but I barely knew him.

I came downstairs to greet the guys and take the cake out of the oven. It looked great; it was chocolate cake with a thick butter-cream frosting. The guys were all deeply engrossed in the Miami Heat game. They were playing some team with blue uniforms, I had absolutely no idea who, and I didn’t really care either. Everyone said a friendly “Hello” to me. The guys were eating a bunch of junk food; Doritos, beef jerky, Oreos, and pretzel sticks. Everyone was drinking beer. I saw Tom start to go to the fridge for another beer, and I told him to sit down.

“I’m just getting a beer, Miranda.”

“Tom, sit down and open your first gift. You won’t have to get up to get a beer, trust me. The rest of the night the beer will come to you and your friends.” I told him while I held his hand.

Puzzled, he sat back down on the sofa and opened the first envelope.

Inside there was a piece of paper that said “I want this to be a very special birthday, so I have arranged a treat for you and your buddies. I know everyone will appreciate this gift. I have arranged for a topless bartending service to wait on the six of you all night. All you have to do is sit down and relax as attractive women bring you beer on demand all night, along with anything else you might want from the refrigerator or bar. If anyone wants absolutely anything to eat or drink, they can just relax and order the bare-chested waitresses to get it, as long as it is something you have in the kitchen.”

I savored the surprised look on my boyfriend’s face as he read my note.

“What did she give you?” Robert asked.

“Miranda, that costs a lot of money, I thought I told you not to spend anything on my birthday!” Tom reacted.

“What is it, dude?” Joe asked Tom.

“Umm…Miranda hired some umm…topless waitress service, I guess.”

“Fuckin’ A!” Joe said loudly.

The faces of all the guys lit up when they heard about Tom’s birthday gift.

“Miranda, how much was that? I really appreciate the thought, believe me, but I’ll pay you back for it.”

“Tom, I kept my promise.”

“But how did you keep your promise unless…NO WAY! You can’t be serious.”

Most of the guys put two and two together and realized what was about to happen. I’m not sure if Joe was bright enough to figure it out, though. Robert yelled out “Dude, she’s the topless waitress! All right! Fuck yeah! But she said ‘waitresses’ plural. Who else is going to serve us?”

Julie must have been listening to the conversation from upstairs, because she descended the steps right at that moment and said “Hello, boys!”

The men stared right at her chest, unable to believe there good fortune. Her breasts were much larger than mine, and I felt a twinge of jealousy when I realized that she was probably going to get more stares than I was. We had planned out the timing of the shirt removal part of this gift, and we stood side by side in front of the teak wood coffee table. The six guys just stared at us in disbelief as we quickly shed our shirts. Mine was off first, since it was just a t-shirt that I had to remove over my head. Julie took a few seconds longer since she had to unbutton her red blouse. We both stood still for a minute, letting the men get their first good look of our bare breasts. I absolutely loved the attention, and I know that Julie loved it too.

“Well, men, what do you all want to drink?” I asked the group of six.

“Miranda, you are crazy!” Tom said.

I knew he wouldn’t be upset with me, since he loves showing off my body to his friends. Our relationship is open enough that he knew all about my Super-Bowl Sunday with some of his friends, and he approved of it.

Joe immediately took us up on our offer. “I’ll take a Bud, some wine cheese and crackers, and a bowl of popcorn.” He knew full well that we hadn’t made any popcorn yet, so he was obviously testing us.

“Just a Corona, honey. bartın escort Wow, thank you! I love you, Miranda.” Tom said.

“Stop getting all mushy in front of us!” Joe shouted to Tom.

“May I please have a Bud too?” Carry asked politely.

“Sure. Anything to eat?” Julie asked our third customer.

“I’ll just have what everyone else is having.”

“C’mon, dude, get whatever you want, that’s what waitresses are for!” Robert informed Carry.

“O.K. I don’t know what you have in the refrigerator, though.”

“I’ll go look!” Julie replied.

Patrick asked for a Rum and Coke, which was not a problem with Tom’s well stocked bar. Hiroshi asked for a Corona with Lime.

We walked back to the kitchen to prepare the food and drinks. Julie made the Rum and Coke and opened the beers, and I made the popcorn and cheese and cracker platter. I put a few beers in the freezer to make them extra cold for the next round.

We walked back to the men and served them. Julie made sure to get extra close to their faces as she bent down and served them what they had ordered. I placed the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the table, and made a show of shaking my tits as I walked back to the kitchen to get the birthday cake.

Julie was giggling hysterically as we sliced the cake. She placed candle in the cake and spoke to me in a quiet voice, “Wait till he gets his second gift! Or should I say wait till they all get THEIR second gift! They’re gonna flip out when that happens.”

I asked her what she was wearing under her black skirt.

“A pink thong.” She let me know. “And what is under your shorts, Miranda?”

“A pair of white lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret. Tom bought it for me as a Valentine’s Day gift. They are really soft.”

“I brought a toy, too.” Julie told me as she reached into her purse which was sitting on the bar. She surprised me when she pulled out a long slim pink vibrator. She turned it on to demonstrate the power of the toy, and I felt its strong vibrations in my hand.

We grabbed the next round of beers from the freezer and served the men. When they were not placing orders for food or drinks we sat down on the love seat and let the men look at our bodies. They did this quite often; although I’m sure they looked at Julie more than they looked at me. They had no idea what was coming next.

About an hour later the men where sitting at the dining room table, engrossed in a game of poker. Joe ordered a Long Island, which I didn’t know how to make, but fortunately Tom had a bartending manual in his kitchen, and I was soon all the different shots and lemon juice and Coke together. I found a straw and a nice tall glass to serve the drink in. Julie smiled at me and said “I think it’s time for Tom to open his next present!” in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

I dropped the second envelope next to Tom’s pile of chips. He opened it up.

It read “Tom, I know you often fantasize about my bisexual side, but you have never had a chance to see it. Julie has agreed to help in this, as I offer you your second birthday gift. You and your friends will witness us having sex. No rush, just whenever you are ready for it.”

Hiroshi was getting pretty toasted, and he looked down to read the note.

“Hey, don’t look at my cards!” Tom said.

“I’m not, dude, I just want to see you present!” Hiroshi responded.

“I can’t believe our luck, gentlemen, but my lovely girlfriend has offered to put on a lesbian sex show for us!”

“Holy fucking shit!” Robert yelled.

“Fuck yeah!” was Joe’s clever response.

“You crazy girl.” Tom called out, as he dropped his cards to the table face up.

“Game over, men!” was Tom’s next statement.

The other guys nodded as they dropped there cards, not caring who had been winning or losing. I knew how powerful this gift was, because they normally play very competitively, and had to have been very distracted to drop there cards in the middle of a hand of poker.

Julie and I moved the coffee table over to give us room on the floor. She ran upstairs to get a sheet to put on the floor. The six men stared it me in shock as I dropped my tan shorts to the floor and stood in just my panties. I gave them all a huge grin as I yanked my panties off and stood there completely nude. I twirled around and let them admire my bare ass before sitting down on the floor as I waited for Julie to return.

Julie came down stairs with a queen sized red sheet, and laid it on the white carpet. The men all turned their chairs around to face us. Julie lifted her skirt up over her waist to give the guys a quick flash of her bare pussy. Hiroshi said “Whoa, she’s not wearing any panties!”

“Brilliant observation, Einstein.” Patrick teased him.

She wasted no time in removing her skirt, and the men now had two naked females to look at. She took my hand and sat down next to me on the sheet. We had choreographed every move of the show beforehand. Still sitting down, she faced me and wrapped her legs around mine. She pressed her huge breasts against my own and we eagerly batman escort started to make out. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue enter my mouth and French kiss me. I kissed her back passionately, while I started to play with her breasts.

We kissed loudly, making sure the men could hear all the wet noises we were making as I kissed her mouth deeply. I wanted them to all know that this was the real thing; I wanted them to know that saliva was being exchanged and tongues were touching. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair as she started to play with my bare breasts. She tweaked my nipples, getting them nice and hard. I have large areolas, and they get all puffy and red when I’m turned on. I looked down and saw that my pussy lips were glistening.

We tumbled to the sheet, lying down next to each other face to face. I wrapped my legs around her ass, feeling her blonde bush rubbing up against my short red bush. Her kisses and touches were getting me really horny, and I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy. She caressed my back and shoulders as I squeezed her ass in my hands.

I looked up to see how the men were enjoying this show. The six of them were all silent, which is unusual when the group includes Joe and Robert in it. I noticed bulges in all of their pants. I returned my attention to Julie. Although this was a show to entertain the six guys, I fully intended to give her real pleasure and sexual fulfillment that evening. I broke our embrace so I could start kissing her skin.

I started with her neck, and kissed my way down to her cleavage. I cupped as much of her tits into my hands as I possibly could, and started to caress them while still kissing the area between them. I licked her skin and blew hot air onto it. I started kissing lower and lower as I felt her fingers caress my long red hair. I stopped when I got to her pussy; I intended to get to that later. I kissed her toes, sucking each one of them. Then I started to work my kisses up her legs, stopping at her knees. I put my hands onto the soft fleshy skin behind her knees to give her a sensual treat as I continued to kiss my way up to her thighs. I got my fingers wet and rubbed that area behind her knees again as I kissed the salty tasting flesh of her inner thighs. She was starting to sweat, and I heard her heavy breathing. My mouth had finally reached the soft area of skin right by her pussy lips, and I brought my hands up to open up her folds.

She moaned when I parted her pink lips with my fingers, feeling her thick blonde pubic hair tickle my nose. I planted a few soft light kisses on her outer lips, and stuck my index finger inside her pussy to reach her G-spot. I wiggled my finger inside her, and licked her pussy lips up and down. I used my other hand to spread her pussy lips open even more, finally finding her engorged red clit. I teased the area right by the clit with my fingers, watching it swell even more. She was rocking her hips up and down, urging me to finally eat her out.

I licked her thighs in big sweeping circles, then I let the circles get smaller and smaller as I zoned in to her clit. My tongue increased the pressure, and finally hit her spot. She let out a very loud groan when she felt my tongue hit her clit. I kept up the pressure, and increased the motion of my index finger inside her cunt. I felt the rough spot inside her slippery hole and knew I was in the right place.

I made out with her pussy like I was French kissing her mouth. I tasted her salty juices and made loud slurping and sucking sounds for the men to hear. While I had been eating Julie out the men had gotten out of there chairs and gathered in a circle around our sheet. They were all kneeling on the floor, and some of them were within two feet of the action. I knew that they were close enough to smell our arousal, adding another sense to the sights and sounds they were experiencing as I pleasured Julie’s hot cunt.

Julie was making the funniest sounds while I ate her out. Sometimes she would purr like a kitten, and sometimes she would giggle. Although I knew she was bisexual, I had never been with her before, and I was surprised at how strange she acted while receiving oral sex. She could not sit still at all; she was squirming so much I could barely keep my mouth on her pussy. Just when I was beginning to wonder if she was actually receiving any sexual pleasure out of this experience, she grabbed my face and positioned it so that my nose was pressed about an inch above her clit, buried in her blonde bush. I have never experienced a woman so wet, and her juices were soaking my mouth and chin. She suddenly got really quiet and focused, and I suspected that she was about to come.

All of a sudden I felt her legs clamp around my ears, and she screamed bloody murder as she started to have her orgasm. Her long red fingernails began to dig into my shoulders as she gripped me tightly. I kept the pressure on her with my tongue, licking her clit relentlessly as she let out juices on my face. My finger was still buried deep inside her hole, and I could feel her muscles clamping down on my finger as she contracted. She thrashed her hips up into the air, forcing my face up as well. I sensed that she was reaching the stage of her orgasm where her clit would get too sensitive for firm pressure, so I relaxed my mouth and tongue. I let her ride out her orgasm while gently caressing her thighs with my free hand.

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Suspicious husband unfairly blames faithful wife.

TAGS: exhibitionism, handcuffs, harness, naturism, pregnant, female slave, office spouse, Mgtow, removed breast, co-workers.

*** A contribution to the Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2022. Remember to vote, not only this tale but the one you liked best.

Any constructive comments will be welcome.

The main couple was already present in an earlier story of mine “Work Meeting at a Naturist Pool”, but it is not necessary to have read it to understand what happens in this tale.

English is not my mother tongue and there may be some lexical or grammatical errors. Please enjoy the idea more than the grammar. ***

Chapter 1: Triple Cuffs.

My wife was naked, with her arms locked by three pairs of handcuffs bound to a black leather harness, consisting of a collar fastened by a belt, and a black leather strap across her back.

Without any embarrassment, she was conversing nicely together with two peaceful young women, naked but with their arms free, standing in front of a tall, naked young man. Under the scorching summer sun, some hotel barmaids, with indifferent movements, walked by holding up trays with glasses and small morsels. My wife chirped, “Wolfgang, be a lamb, will you put a small sausage in my mouth please?”

Everyone giggled. I am the husband, and my name is Luigi, not Wolfgang. If anyone is to hand feed my wife when she wears shackles, it is uniquely me: I wear a ring on my left finger that confirms this.

I should not have accepted the invitation. But my wife had taken advantage of a distraction (I was watching Soccer on TV) and now I was in that situation, and I had to watch my handcuffed wife trying to swallow an Austrian wiener by moving obscenely her tongue and lips between the strong fingers of a young man, while two naked women watched the scene giggling. I really should not have agreed.

Chapter 2: A Husband Mad with Jealousy of the Team.

That summer, the large Chemical Company where my wife worked as the boss of a team of scientists had organized the annual Executive Meeting at a hotel in Austria. Only top management (with an escort) was invited, as well as the Team led by my wife, who had won a major award with the most innovative and fruitful chemical patents.

Fortunately, they had chosen a hotel in the mountains! The summer was already unbearably hot.

I had heard a story, many years ago, that a Finnish cell phone manufacturing company used to have similar meetings, in the middle of winter, in which all the executives (female and male) together with their escorts would all enter the sauna together, and then roll around in the snow together, all naked! They said the collective nudity increased trust and transparency among colleagues. Indeed, that company was an industry leader: I had to admit it. But if I had been invited to a sauna, I would have said no.

The Chemical Corporation was promoting Naturism. I did not know this, and it caused me quite a bit of embarrassment. But all events required absolute nudity, both for employees, escorts, and almost all hotel staff: the few exceptions were for glasses, shoes, and other tiny accessories that covered almost nothing (one old gentleman wore a hat under the sun because he had an excoriation on his head). I jokingly said that I could state that I had an excoriation on the area between my chin and… knees, but my wife gave me a very stern look and I gave up.

I have always been a very loving husband, and madly in love with my wife. We had our ups and downs, as all couples do, but after the surgery whereby doctors removed her left breast, she was reborn, and our love as well.

Her name is Marina (Italian for “woman of the sea”) but out of admiration for her resilience and problem-solving all her colleagues called her “SuperMarina,” after the video game plumber who must free the princess kidnapped by a huge turtle. I, ironically, was named Luigi, after the plumber’s younger brother-a detail that always made everyone who knew us smile along with us.

She was the best in the university of chemistry and for some years had been leading a team of six people, both men, and women. Her boss was a woman of ambitious character: a very famous scientist, holder of some groundbreaking patents, who held my wife in high esteem.

I happened to know both her and the president of the German company for which she works, but that is another story.

My problem at this moment was jealousy toward her Team.

My wife was gorgeous when she devoted her time to me. She was sensual, seductive, and attractive. Oh, I know some breast-obsessed men cannot understand what I was feeling, but to me she was beautiful. She had survived: and that tattoo, which only partially covered the scar above her heart, reminded me every day how lucky we were to still be alive.

Can you few patient people who read me understand the excitement of seeing her one nipple shudder, ardahan escort knowing that the other was removed by the surgeons? Can you understand the endless joy of being able to kiss that one boob of hers?

And most of all, can you understand the magic of a striptease done just for me, with high heels and cuffs? To me, my wife is gorgeous: and I am convinced that she appears attractive to others as well.

Herein arose the problem.

To celebrate achieving the highest goals, and being ranked the best Chemical Research Team in the entire Company (which had branches in every major scientific research center), the group of colleagues led by my wife won a prize vacation to a luxury hotel with a swimming pool near Innsbruck, Austria.

My wife, I said, had invited me; but I was jealous. Both toward men and women.

Quickly (too hastily) I replied to her that I accepted the invitation. I could not allow my wife to have a summer vacation alone with her damn smart and brainy Winning Team.

A few things happened on the first day: some delightful, some embarrassing. The thing that bothered me most was that they were all naked, and I was always very shy perhaps because of too conservative an upbringing against nudity. Or, rather, I was shy before yesterday’s experiences.

This is the account of what happened the next day when we were also joined by colleagues from his Chemistry Team. There was a great Speech by the Presidency, there was an Award Ceremony, and there was much applause. Then some kind of hotel barmaids led us to a private terrace, where we could eat the triumphal lunch dedicated exclusively to the winning Team (and me, as accompanying husband).

Capitolo 3 Meet the Team. A Harness Arouses Hardness

We were all naked, without any embarrassment, with long drinks in our hands and finger food trays.

To be precise, they were unembarrassed, while I had an embarrassing erection because the first people my wife had introduced me to were Birgit and Nicoletta, two attractive and cheerful young women. I was trying to content myself with my eyes, but even as I struggled, I sensed their naked bodies beside me, and I could not contain myself!

My wife at the Awards Ceremony was simply naked, wearing simple black flip-flops and nothing else; oh, and glasses to read the acceptance speech, sure.

But for the Terrace, she had decided to wear the leather harness she had received as a gift the night before. As I helped her put on her collar and manacles, I tried to convince her that it was unsuitable for a meeting with co-workers, but she insisted that she didn’t want to have any secrets. And exactly as everyone had already seen her scar in place of her removed breasts, today everyone would see what kind of handcuffs she wore, last night, to dance for me, with her arms retrained by the manacles behind her back, unable to cover her pussy or her chest.

“Transparency, openness. Always I tell my Team everything, and they know that I have no secrets. This harness is a new thing, and I am proud to have received it as a gift, and I will be as proud to show it to them as any other secret I have already shared with them (about chemical patents, or my personal life)”.

“Darling, you couldn’t look more open and more transparent than that!”

“Exactly! Magnificent, isn’t it?” she giggled, as happy as a brat jumping over puddles and then showing the mud slicks to teachers and classmates.

In a way, after her chest operation, Marina had perceived it as a mission to show anyone her scar, and to talk openly about how it feels after an operation like that. I imagined that she wanted to show her colleagues that even a woman with a removed breast could be sexy and wear kinky items to turn her husband on. Exhibitionist? She used to be a missionary of clinical and anatomical exhibitionism; that afternoon, I began to think that maybe Marina had also become a missionary of wearing handcuffs in front of colleagues as naturally as showing off a plaster cast arm or myopia glasses.

So now I was naked and erect behind my wife, who was conversing amiably with two women from her Team: they always say that the females arrive late, but perhaps it was because of the time they spend choosing and wearing their outfits: since at this Terrace appointment they were all summoned in the nude, the women had arrived first.

Blond Birgit wore her hair styled in a chin bob: short to barely cover her cheeks. Underneath she had a coral necklace, and further down, two firm tits topped by two pencil-straight nipples. Do you want to know if she was a natural blonde? Yes: the color of the trimmed carpet matched the short curtains.

Birgit looked at me, over my wife’s shoulder, and giggled.

Her colleague Nicoletta was slightly shorter, with bigger boobs, and she had dark hair. And I couldn’t tell if it was the natural color because the pussy was bald as a pool ball. Everyone else on the artvin escort team was of Austrian or German descent, and only my wife and Nicoletta were of Italian descent.

The others wore only flip-flops; Nicoletta wore high-heeled sandals that left her toes uncovered. It was not a “dress” in the strict sense, so let’s say she could be considered naked even though she was wearing shoes.

Both of them were paying many compliments to my wife, who was strutting around in her triple cuffs and kept saying that they were very comfortable and also very exciting. Occasionally she would ask me to feed her with appetizers or sips of champagne, but that’s what husbands are for, right?

Amid three naked women laughing as they hugged and greeted each other, my cock got hard before I knew it. Not that I wanted to do or say anything bad-I guess it’s a spontaneous reaction. Maybe if I had been dressed no one would have noticed. But the little blonde giggled, and then my wife turned to look at my erect cock.

“Don’t scold him, Boss!” said a male voice. The girls laughed even harder. A young man with a thick German accent and a flaccid penis walked toward us. “See, Supermarina? I always tell you: even with a removed breast, you are still very attractive, and with this harness even more so! The collar also enhances the tone of your eyes. That’s the effect that good-looking women have on men: it’s chemistry, you are supposed to know!” The girls laughed again.

My wife smiling scolded the newcomer, “So many drops of wisdom, young Wolfgang, but if you are so wise, why haven’t you married yet?”

Pretending not to have heard the question, the young man held out his hand to me with a smile and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you in person, my name is Wolfgang Muller, like Mozart.”

“Does the name Mozart mean ‘Smith?’ Sorry, dad joke. My pleasure, my name is Luigi, like Supermarina’s brother!”

Everyone laughed heartily. Under my breath I added, “I’m the husband, though!” and Wolfgang nodded: it was clear that everyone had seen some pictures of me before on the desk in the office, or vacation photos; or more probably from photos taken in the clinic. Sad but true.

Wolfgang openly admired my wife’s set of triple manacles and collars. He commented in an expert voice, “Well, Boss, I’d say you managed to fulfill one of your deepest dreams, today” (my wife giggled like a little girl caught stealing jam).

A barmaid passed by with a tray of small sausages. My wife trilled, in the voice of an innocent child, “Wolfgang, be a lamb, will you put a small sausage in my mouth please?”

The young women giggled. Maybe they were not looking at me, or maybe they were looking at me pretending not to look at me. Or maybe I was under the impression that they were looking at me while they weren’t looking at me at all, as if I didn’t even exist: as if only Wolfgang existed, with strong, long fingers, and Marina’s tongue and lips obscenely trying to swallow the small sausage Wolfgang offered her in front of everyone.

I breathed deep. I counted to ten, then to ten times ten. I thought of something else entirely. Don’t make drama.

Meanwhile, Dieter and Karl-Heinz also arrived.

I remembered Dieter. His mother had had a breast problem similar to my wife’s, and he had come to our house for dinner a couple of times to talk more calmly. He was a tall, balding man with glasses even though he was naked, and very clear eyes.

Karl-Heinz looked like a werewolf. With a full beard, shoulder-length hair, and his back covered with black hair. Who would have believed that he was the husband of the slim Birgit? Still, they were a close-knit couple.

They both stood motionless looking at my wife in triple handcuffs and collars. She, without any shame, made a slow turn around herself to show that she was completely restrained. Marina moved as naturally as she displayed an innocent coral bracelet over a button-down shirt worn under a business suit. She felt like the same person, either in those clothes or in… this. In her intentions, there was no trace of seduction, but a naked woman tied to a harness is something erotic in itself, or am I wrong? «A.H.=A.H.», meaning, «A Harness Arouses HARDness», should be the slogan of the leather manufacturer of the harness.

I seemed to notice some reaction from Karl-Heinz’s cock, but perhaps it was from the sight of his wife Birgit. Dieter, on the other hand, was as flaccid as a leather glove.

Birgit blew her husband a kiss with her hand. He gestured to grab it and put it in a pocket he did not have. They were both very cute.

Birgit flashed the most innocent little blond angel smile, and in a joking voice said to her husband, “Look, Kalle, our Boss wore this harness of triple handcuffs! Doesn’t it look great on her? What do you say, I could go back to our room and wear the strapon, so my colleagues can tell me if it slims my figure, or if it makes me bodrum escort look too fat!” (and laughed loudly).

Karl-Heinz blushed suddenly. Perhaps, the fact that his wife was an expert in pegging was something known to everyone on the Team, but to see her walking naked on the Terrace, in front of everyone, wearing her erect strapon…perhaps to him, it seemed like a level he was not yet prepared for.

Nicoletta took Dieter’s hand. “D.D.D. = Dear Dearest Dieter, as usual, on this Team the only single ones are the two of us… shall we time how long it takes our colleagues? 3… 2… 1…”

Everyone chorused in unison, “Get a room!”

Dieter had blushed like a little girl. Aggressive and protective, Nicoletta was showing everyone the tongue. “It will never happen! We two, are the perfect example of ‘office spouses,’ we are a team within a team, and I feel sorry for you, but nothing will ever break our harmony. Besides, I have my boyfriends, and he has his wife–we don’t have time for a stable relationship!”

I thought silently, “Um, if I was jealous before, I’m so jealous now! This Wolfgang, he’s far too nice; Dieter is as tall as a mountain and doesn’t seem completely satisfied with his “friendship” with Nicoletta; and Karl-Heinz, gosh, he looks like a ferocious beast!”

But while I was thinking these things, my wife restored calm among her colleagues, resuming at least for a moment her usual role as boss (although, like all Italians, she usually waved her hand gestures as she spoke: it was very strange to watch her speak with her arms still, like a caterpillar in its cocoon).

“Guys, girls, calm down, please. The joke is good while it lasts a short time. I blessed Birgit and Karl-Heinz when they told me they wanted to get married, and I find it a miracle, that they manage to balance both work and family menage. But Nicoletta and Dieter deserve more respect.”

After the scolding, everyone scattered, going to get more drinks and other food from the trays of barmaids, and I was left alone at my wife’s side. “What is this about an office wife?”

“You’re not jealous, are you?!”

“Nooo, it’s just that you were talking about it as something known to everyone and I wanted to understand what it could mean.”

“According to some Californian psychologists, who gave my Team a refresher course a few months ago, there is a dynamic that exists very frequently in workplaces. It is known by many names, including ‘office wife,’ ‘office husband,’ and ‘office couple.’ It is a couple of friends who, however, have more attention towards the chosen person. It is as if they are protecting each other, helping, encouraging, and supporting each other. Even with little things, like a coffee or a snack at the right time.”

“Um”

“But there’s nothing sexual, and to be honest, nothing romantic either. I think it’s more of a parental type of connection: like a father, who sees his daughter being sad, or like a mother, who sees her son being unhappy. Take Dieter’s case. His mom had to have surgery and everyone was afraid she was going to die. Even his wife. The only person who always encouraged him with inexhaustible cheerfulness and so much optimism was Nicoletta. And we (you and I), of course, when I was assigned to their team, but before that, there was only Nicoletta.”

“Understood.”

“You were present in our dining room that evening when I unbuttoned my shirt to show Dieter the scar. It was not a sexual gesture: it was like showing a war wound, or a car accident. He didn’t see a naked woman, he saw a surviving human being. Do you remember that?”

“Of course” (I think I will never forget that).

“But Nicoletta had nothing as intense. She had no proof that the operation could succeed and that one could go on living afterward. Yet she continued to support him all the time, with little talks, moments of listening, and lunches together. Without joking, I think Dieter spent more time with Nicoletta than with his wife (considering that he sleeps eight hours at home). This happens to so many workers, especially concept employees (such as chemists), who spend most of the daytime hours with their colleagues, and only come home to sleep.”

“So, you mean to tell me that Dieter no longer loves his wife?”

“No! He still loves her: on weekends and on vacations. As Aristotle said, man is a social animal: Dieter needs his wife, on weekends, and he needs a female figure of reference on weekdays.”

“But then he exploits her generosity!”

“No, because he also always supports her, as a good husband or brother would. I repeat, there is nothing sexual about this. Nicoletta knows that she can always count on Dieter. Whenever she breaks off a relationship with one of those bumbling boyfriends, she knows she can cry on Dieter’s shoulder. Whenever the chemistry experiments fail, she knows that Dieter will stay awake until they work. It’s a relationship of trust, of listening to each other, of help and complicity.”

“But Dieter’s wife will be jealous!”

“Oh! I don’t know. She may be. Or she also has an ‘office husband’ in the Bank where she works, spends the day with a brother on weekdays, and then finds her husband/lover on weekends… I don’t know. She never told me about it.”

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One of the fun things I got my wife to do was on the trip back home was to remove her top while she was driving. On the drive she was wearing a tank top and of course no bra and I could see her nipples poking through the material of her shirt. As she drove down the highway I started playing with her breasts and nipples. I would lift her top above her small breasts exposing them to be seen and when we got into traffic I noticed that she just left them exposed while driving down the road. So that’s when I told her that if she was going to leave them exposed that she should just take her top completely off and I was willing to give her a hand. Since we were on the highway I helped her with removing her tank top. I started by lifting her top up talking the left side first then the other. It was not hot outside so I told her to put the windows down. I knew that this would give trucks and larger trucks a better view of her small breasts when driving by if they decided to look over at her.

The highway that we were driving went through some towns and aksaray escort I was hoping that we would catch a red light or heavy traffic and have to stop. As luck would have it the town had three lights we missed the first one but had to stop at the second one. Since she was the first car in line anyone crossing in the cross walk had a good chance of seeing her small little breasts. It happened that one young man looked over and smiled at her so I knew he was one of the lucky ones get a view of her small breasts. The light changed to green and off we went. While she was driving I noticed that the sun was shining in on her very white breasts so got the sun tan lotion for the glove box. She had a nice dark tan except for her breasts which were creamy white. So I started applying it on her breasts the lotion made them nice and shiny. She kept driving when we arrived on the outskirts of town traffic came to a complete stop.

This left her breasts completely exposed to be seen. I noticed several men while she was amasya escort stopped in traffic got a very good look at her small breasts. When we finally cleared traffic I let her drive for a hour and I told her to pull over when she got a chance and I would drive for a while. She pulled over in a vacant rest stop. I couldn’t believe that nobody was around to see her. So we switched places and as we started to drive off I told her to lean her seat back and move the seat forward this would give other drivers a better view of her breasts.

As I was driving I looked for opportunities to show her off. So when ever I got along side another vehicle I slowed down giving them the opportunity to get a look at her. I guess that 10 men had seen her small breasts as I drove. When it turned to night we just drove along. With not much traffic around I decide turner on the dome light in the car and turn the brightness down. With the dome light on now you could really see was topless and her small breasts were clearly visible. As antalya escort I drove she decided to take a nap and that’s when one trucker pulled up along side of us and took out his phone and started filming her with his phone. She had know idea he was doing this. I really enjoy others seeing her small breasts knowing that they will probably masturbate thinking of her later.

As we were getting close to her father’s house I told her that I needed to stop for gas and pulled into a convenience store on the outskirts of town. That’s when I asked her if she wouldn’t mind going in and paying for it. I gave her $20.00 and she got out of the car and walked into the store. She was

the only customer in the store as she walked up to the counter and paid. While pumping the gas I was watching her and noticed that the young man and her were talking and she made no attempt to cover up her small breasts. This reminded me of the time we came back from the beach. When I was finished with the gas she got to receipt and walked out of the store. On the drive to her father’s house I asked her what happened? She told me that she told him I loved when other men looked at her breasts and she loved showing them.

When we finally arrived she put on her top and we brought went in to greet her father.

That was one of the best road trips ever.

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You come around and open my car door, laughing hysterically. As we were driving to the club, the music was blaring and we were making complete fools out of ourselves singing and dancing along to the music, and having a fabulous time doing so. We arrived and you parked and opened my door, still laughing about my recent solo. Surely, people passing us in the parking lot assumed we were drunk—seeing as it was after 9:00 on Friday.

We walked toward the door and got through the line quickly—obviously we were both looking good tonight. It’s warm outside, so I’m wearing a hip-hugging pleated skirt, knee-high black leather boots, and a deep red halter with a black half-jacket over top. Your hand rests on my hip as we make our way to the bar, ordering two shots of Tuaca for me, and two Tennessee Bombs for yourself. We carry our shots toward the unused pool tables in the back of the overly-packed club. You put a set of quarters in and come up behind me, resting your hands on my hips. You speak directly into my ear loudly, due to the thumping bass and techno rhythm filling the smoky air of the night club.

“Want me to kick your ass before you make me dance with you?” you ask with a sarcastic grin.

I laugh back, “Hah. I’m sure there’s lots you wanna do to my ass, but kicking it is not on the agenda for tonight,” I call back to you, shaking my hips as I walk toward the back wall to select a cue. You rack the balls tightly, placing the 1 in front, knowing it throws off my eye. It’s why I could never get used to nine-ball. I laugh sarcastically and break, sinking one solid and one stripe. I bend over the table for my next shot, realizing your eyes are on my ass, as I miss the ball but have a good defensive leave. You take the cue from me, brushing your lips against my forehead as you sink two big ones, leaving me with less than optimum opportunity for my next shot. You walk toward me, wanting to steal a kiss.

Before your lips touch mine, I turn toward our table. I grab one of your drinks and tilt it back, perhaps a little too easily, slamming the afyon escort empty glass on the table. A drop of whiskey slips from the corner of my mouth, and your tongue catches it quickly. You kiss me, tasting the remnants of liquor on my tongue. I pull back, smiling seductively as I grab the cue from you, walking toward the table. I jut my ass out as I bend to take the shot. I miss completely, but block the cue ball behind the 8.

“Nice defense,” you say as I walk back toward you. You slam your other shot, knowing you’ll need alcohol to help you make it through this shot. I laugh as you walk past me and slap my ass playfully—hard, but playfully.

Unable to bypass it, you hit the 8 and give me a ball in hand. I take my shot of Tuaca and look at you, wrapping my arm around your neck and kissing you passionately. You try to intensify the moment, but you see it’s my body briefly reacting to the alcohol. You order more shots for us both as I sink three stripes then scratch while attempting the fourth. You take your shot of Jack before you sink three balls, then leave me to scratch on my next shot.

Our rounds of shots disappear quickly, and our playful sexuality intensifies as the night goes on. Finally, you take your shot on the 8 and sink it. Unfortunately for you, the cue ball rolls further than intended and sinks into the corner pocket. I had been standing near our table, dancing alone to the music with myself as you went on a 4-ball streak. I jumped up and down and shrieked when you scratched. You glared at me intently, settling me instantly. I come over to you after taking my last shot of Tuaca, after a series of at least 8. I fall into you, not intoxicated by any means, but certainly a bit tipsy. It wasn’t the liquor getting to me, but rather the bulge I saw in your pants as I walked toward you, that caused me to stumble into your arms, immediately stroking the front of your jeans. You moan into my ear as I rest my head on your shoulder and breathe against your skin, reaching my hand into your boxers, aydın escort stroking your thick cock.

Without thinking, or caring, I drop to my knees and undo your pants. Nobody had been on our level playing pool all night, and if someone were to come up, they probably wouldn’t be surprised to see a young woman dressed like I was on my knees in front of you. I, without hesitation, take the head of your cock into my mouth. You back against the pool table for support as I begin sucking your throbbing dick. Your hand falls to my head, your fingers pressing into my hair and pushing me further onto you. The liquor and mood, as well as totally public setting, is getting to us both. You groan as I moan onto your cock, swallowing the head and massaging it with my throat. You thrust forward, going an inch deeper at a time until your cock is fully emersed in the tight embrace of my warm mouth and tight throat. In very little time, your cock twitches and empties a large load of your delicious cum into my mouth. I swallow every drop, and for a split second you think about what a little slut I must look like to anyone who might have seen; short skirt, skimpy top, hooker boots, with your cock in my face and cum dripping out the corners of my mouth.

I suck your cock clean and you pull me to my feet quickly, giving me a bit of a head rush. You push me against the wall, grinding your hips into mine with your cock still out of your pants, kissing me roughly. After a few minutes of almost fucking through our clothes, you pull back and re-dress yourself.

“Wanna dance?” I ask, winking and licking my lips. You take my hand charismatically as I lead us toward the overcrowded dance floor, near a wall somewhere in the left corner. I turn my back to you and grind my ass against you, continuing our rapidly paced sex through our wardrobes, humping and grinding into eachother. We moaned audibly. We danced totally inappropriately. And at some point I decided I couldn’t take it any longer.

I push you against the wall and force your hand ağrı escort up my skirt, pressing your fingers into my G-spot, making my knees go weak as your thumb pressured against my throbbing clit. You felt me cum against your fingers within seconds, literally screaming your name. Nobody can hear, nobody notices. There are hundreds of people packed into such a tight spot, that it’s likely that 50 other couples were fucking at this same moment.

You turned us around and picked me up, wrapping my legs against you. I pulled out your throbbing cock and sunk it deep into me in one swift motion. You began to slam into me at the beat of the music, a moderately fast pace. Quick enough to hold me against the wall, and quick enough to reach undeniable orgasms together. I bite into your shoulder as you grip my ass tightly, shooting pump after hot pump of your cum into me.

My legs hit the floor as you slip out of me, but my knees aren’t quite steady. You hold me against the wall until I can gain my composure, feeling the cum leak from within me. I close my thighs to stop the flow of your cum from my pussy. You usher me quickly out of the club, through the masses of people, until we reach the car. It’s a short drive, and, though you only had a couple of drinks and were totally safe to drive, you waited until we got inside the door to enjoy my body once more.

We finally make it to the bedroom, after a strip session that lasted from the entrance, up the stairs, down the hall, and through our room to our bed. We made love this time. We made slow, passionate love. You taste my skin. I feel your breathing. I feel your passion. I see the intensity in your eyes, feel it in your forceful movements into me. I clutch the sheets, I clench my eyes. We climax, orgasm again together. The forceful beat of the techno at the club plays over and over again in my mind as I roll on top of you, moving with you, cumming with you one more time before I collapse.

The liquor. The headache. The music. The orgasms. I can’t even lift myself off your body. I lay, our bodies pressed together mingling our sweat, our cum, and everything involved in our amazing sex. My head finds its spot on your shoulder, my hands on your arms and chest, and my legs wrapped around yours. Our breathing slows, our heartbeats even, and we drift to sleep together, yet again.

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“She was flirting with you.”

“What? We were just talking.”

Kelly laughed. “She was hanging on your every word. Did you really not notice?”

“You know me. I was just grateful to have someone to talk to, rather than drinking alone in a corner, feeling awkward and trying to look cool. You really think she was flirting?”

Kelly shook her head. “I think the only thing that saves you sometimes is your naïveté. Any woman would have seen what she was doing. You never do. Who is she, anyway?”

“Her name is Cindy. She’s nice. She’s an artist, which means I find her interesting and she’d find me boring. But I can at least talk about creativity, and that’ll do for conversation.”

“Yes, it will. And don’t sell yourself short; you’re one of the most creative thinkers I know.”

“Well, a little creativity goes a long way when it comes to predicament bondage.”

“Yes, it does.” Kelly smirked. “Good thing I’m flexible.”

———-

Later, things got rolling. The camerawoman moved in close to the “actors” involved in a double-penetration scene. I moved in close to Kelly. “Look at them, Kelly. She may be a pro, but she’s no actor. Her eyes are closed. Watch how her breathing quickens as the men piston in and out of her. That’s no act. That’s real.” Kelly stared, wordlessly. “Look at the guys. One in her pussy, one in her ass. Taking turns. Creating a rhythm she can move to. Is that your fantasy?”

“I . . .” Kelly couldn’t speak.

“That’s okay, sweetheart, I know it is.”

Kelly recovered herself. “And I know yours.”

“Yeah, adana escort well, not until the day you’re ready. If ever.”

“Thank you. That’s why I love you, you know.”

———-

Within a few hours, many of the guests had their clothes off. “Hmmm? What’s this? Someone’s a little excited.” Kelly’s hand drifted over the front of my pants.

“Yeah, well, a room full of people scening and screaming and fucking and groaning will do that to a fellow. And I’m not the only one. I don’t think your hand found its way to my pants by accident.”

“Smart man. I’ll bet I know what’s revving you up.”

“Do tell.”

“I think it’s the couple on the couch. The way she’s riding him, reverse cowgirl, so everyone in the room can watch her face and her tits. Including you.”

“That’s not a bad guess. But wrong. It’s the guy getting the two-girl blowjob over there.”

Kelly laughed. “I should have known. You and your fantasies!”

“Your hand on my crotch isn’t exactly cooling me off.”

“Well,” Kelly said, softly drumming her fingers against me, “there’s room on that big square padded box.”

———-

I was driving in and out of Kelly as she lay on the leather cushion atop the box, oblivious to the scenes and sex happening around us. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, her panties were in my pocket, and the musk of her smooth, slick pussy filled my senses. She was glorious. She is always glorious.

Kelly opened her eyes to take in the view of my hips charging and retreating, and glimpses of my shaft shining ankara escort with her juices. “Wow,” she said, grinning, “You’re a sight.” Her eyes darted to one side and she laughed. “Your new friend is watching us.”

Sure enough, Cindy was standing by herself against the wall, drink in hand, taking in our lovemaking. I caught her eye, and with a nod of my head motioned her over.

“What are you doing?” Kelly hissed.

I smiled. “Shut up.”

I smiled at Cindy as I slowly pumped in and out of Kelly. “Hi, Cindy. You like to watch?”

Cindy was completely flustered. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to breathe, “You two are beautiful!”

“Yes.” I looked at Kelly. “My wife is very beautiful.” I pulled my wet cock out of Kelly under Cindy’s watchful gaze. Taking it in one hand, I stroked Kelly’s inner labia and traced circles around her hooded jewel with the head. “But this is hardly fair, Cindy. Here we are putting on a show for you, free of charge.” I eased back inside Kelly, who moaned. “The least you could do is masturbate for us.” I looked at Cindy hard. “Don’t you think?”

Cindy put her drink on the sideboard and stood closer to us. With one hand she lifted the front of her dress; the other slipped into her panties. I plunged hard into Kelly over and over, forcing out rhythmic cries: “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Cindy’s legs bent inward as she rubbed furiously. She leaned forward, as if every ounce of sexual energy in her body was being sucked toward her crotch.

I caught Cindy’s eye. “Bad adıyaman escort girl.”

“What?”

“I can’t see what you’re doing. Show me.”

Cindy whimpered, then obediently lowered her panties to mid-thigh and resumed playing with herself. “Better?”

“Much.” I pounded harder and faster into Kelly. Her cries became more guttural. “Remember to ask,” I instructed. “Both of you.”

“Oh fuck,” Kelly moaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. May I cum, sir? May I cum? Please please please please please!”

“Not yet,” I said. I turned to Cindy. She bit her lip hard and met my gaze, near-panic in her eyes. “Are you close?” She nodded. “Good,” I said. “I want each of you to imagine that the hand on your pussy belongs to the other woman. Kelly, Cindy’s fingers are devouring your clit, eager to make you cum. Cindy, Kelly’s soft hand owns your cunt. She wants you to give her your orgasm. Now, cum. Both of you, cum for me!”

Both women cried out as they toppled over the edge. Their howls drove each other into more intense spasms of pleasure. Kelly bucked and thrashed so that it was all I could do to hold her legs against my chest and over my shoulders. Cindy almost doubled over on top of Kelly as her orgasm exploded and liquified her core. It was all too much for me; with a groan, I came inside Kelly in the most intense climax I could remember.

———-

Later, we were driving home.

“You bastard,” Kelly said, laughing.

“What did I do this time?”

“You made me cum thinking about another woman’s fingers on my pussy. I didn’t expect that.”

“It’s a fantasy. It doesn’t ever have to happen. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“I love you, Kelly. Just you.”

“I love you, too.”

“It was pretty hot, though, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yass. Very.” She was quiet, and then, “Did you get Cindy’s number? I’m ready.”

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Several years ago, we had the opportunity to book a holiday in a Caribbean place, near Cancun, Mexico.

It was an opportunity of a lifetime, spending a couple of weeks in a all-in luxurious resort like this.

There were different hotels located and we enjoyed every evening a different type of food in various restaurants.

Our hotel was located near the beach, with a fabulous swimming pool just down the stairs.

Every day, breakfast was served around the swimming pool.

During the day we often took the opportunity to visit towns in the neighborhood, and we also made a couple of trips to the fabulous Maya temples and sites.

On one night, during our evening stroll after dinner, we decided to have a couple of more drinks at a bar near the beach. The weather in the Caribbean is very mild, a light summer breeze, a few cocktails, we felt very happy. During dinner we had already quite some wine. I saw that adding the cocktails on top rendered my wife a little bit tipsy and she started to chat and laugh a bit more and looser than usual. She always maintains control of herself, since she is a teacher, she can’t afford to loose her reputation. But the alcohol and given the fact that nobody here knew us seemed to make her loosen up a bit.

When we walked back to our hotel, evening was already kicking in, and in the Caribbean this can happen quite fast, so along the road the dim street lights were lit.

As she felt quite happy and was giggling, she suddenly turned to me and lifted her T top and bra, showing me her small but firm breasts. She wiggled them in front of me, thinking we were completely alone, but suddenly another couple came around the bend.

She didn’t notice at first and walked backwards a small distance until she came right beneath a lamp post, showing clearly her bare breast in full light. Suddenly, she noticed the other couple and quickly lowered her cloth. We both smiled when they walked by us, and the fellow twinkled an eye so we where pretty sure they had a good view on her breasts.

We continued our way, and she giggled and blushed, a bit ashamed of what happened. I told her she excited me a lot, showing off her breasts to strangers. She didn’t respond at first being quite amazed about my answer. She held me closely and we continued walking towards our hotel.

In some way I could sense that this moment could be the perfect opportunity to realize one of my fantasies. She was holding her body very close to mine, as we walked arm in arm.

I could feel her excitement in a certain way, and I wondered what her response would be if I asked her to remove her bra and panties. I grasped all of my courage and whispered the question in her ear.

She is very conservative, and never would do anything a little bit wilder than classic normal sexual relations as husband and wife. In the past I tried sometimes to make her part of some of my fantasies, but she never responded in a positive way, so over the years, our sex life had become very poor.

My heart bounced when I popped the proposal, but to my astonishment, she stepped a bit away and in the darkness of the evening and stripped down her panties from under her skirt. She grabbed under her T and opened and removed her bra.

With a naughty smile she handed over her bra and panties and started to kiss me tightly.

I could feel her nervousness and excitement, as I am sure she also could feel mine without a doubt.

The road was longing the beach and I could see some lights in another nearby beach bar.

As we were walking along, I slowly slid my hand underneath her skirt, teasing her, sometimes lifting the back or the front. She giggled and surely the alcohol played a role, but she also seemed to overcome some of her inhibitions. Every time, she tried to hold her skirt down, but made it only seem like this.

As we were nearing the beach bar, I saw that there where still a couple of customers enjoying a drink in the dim light.

I proposed to have a last night cap. She refused, but I felt it wouldn’t take much to convince her and we slowly walked up to the bar, while I gently kissed her. She let me guide her to a bar stool, next to one of the guys who were sitting there. The bar lantern was just above her and I could see her hardened nipple protrude her tight T top.

She wiggled around nervously on the bar stool, knowing she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and being aware of the presence of the 2 young men behind her.

We ordered a drink at the girl bartender.

She Kept her knees tight together and while she sipped at the straw of her cocktail, held her arms tight against her body, afraid to expose her breast through her Tee.

We where facing each other and again I started to kiss her tightly. I could feel a little trembling of her kahramanmaraş escort body when I slid my hand over her leg, just barely under her short skirt.

She giggled nervously but I could sense her excitement.

The 2 guys at the bar didn’t pay any attention, they where involved in a conversation, and the girl behind the bar was starting to clean up since it was already late. She obviously didn’t expect any customers to come by.

My fantasies rushed through my head, and I decided to take things a little bit further.

I asked her if she would want to go to the bathroom, just a bit around the bar. During the walk, she would have to pretend to drop something and bend over. Knowing she had no panties would expose her pussy. But due to the dim light, nobody would see anyhow I said.

She refused at first, but I kept giving her gentle kisses in her neck and around her ears. I know this arouses her a lot. I also made sure to “accidentally “touch her hardened nipples over her tee.

Reluctantly she got up from the bar stool, not only her, but by now also my blood was rushing though my veins.

To go to the rest room she had to go past the 2 men and would be right in the sight of one of them, if she would bend over.

I watched her walk by slowly, and suddenly I couldn’t believe she really bend over without going through her knees. She probably was so nervous she didn’t realize her bare but showed in full light of one of the lanterns. Her skirt rolled up more than she would have wanted.

That caught the attention of the guy facing her, as their conversation silenced for a moment. It was clear he had caught a glimpse of my wife’s but and maybe her pussy to.

As he signaled his mate to turn around, my wife had quickly straightened her dress and continued to the rest room.

Meanwhile the guy turned around and smiled at me, and continued the conversation with his friend, but I could overhear they were talking about my wife’s bare but and giggling.

After a short while my wife came back and while she passed both men, they couldn’t keep their eyes of her. Probably hoping they could have another peek.

When she returned to her chair, I saw her questioning eyes. She could instantly see that I had become very excited about her little show, without saying any words, she understood she exposed her bare but and maybe even more. I could feel her heart pounding, when I again kissed her, but now deeply and intensely, running my hand further down under her skirt, teasingly close to her shaved pussy.

As she could feel through my shorts my hardened penis, I could sense her wetness.

I slowly ran my other hand under her T, stroking gently her back.

Over her shoulder I could see that we had full attention of both men, behind my wife.

They were well bronzed, quite athletic, and good looking.

My wife and I continued giving each other gentle kisses and caresses, while intermittently taking a sip of our drinks. It had been a long time ago since I had seen my wife as excited.

She pleadingly proposed to go to our hotel room, but I continued to tease her and hold off on leaving the bar. I started again kissing her neck and behind her ears and now moved my hand even further underneath her skirt. She nervously tried to hold her knees tightly together, but I slowly managed to run a finger over her pussy.

My other hand now moved from her back to under her tee, close to her breast.

Needless to say, that both guys didn’t part an eye anymore.

I saw that one of them was rubbing his dick over his shorts, while the other one stood behind his friend and held one of his hands on his hips and was kissing his neck.

They obviously where very close friends, and the scene made me nearly explode from desire.

I don’t know what gave me the courage, but while I continued kissing and caressing my wife, I discretely signaled them to approach.

To y amazement the first guy pulled his dick out of his shorts. It must have been at least 20cm long. A big difference compared to my modest 13 cm. I was shocked but couldn’t stop myself hoping he would step closer. His friend, from behind him, gently started to stroke the large penis that by now was hard as a rock, as they both continued watching my caresses and kisses with my wife.

My wife had her hands on my legs and tried to run them inside my shorts.

By now I succeeded also to open her legs a bit more so I could reach her clit that I was rubbing.

I could feel her breath increase, and she was losing herself, not caring anymore of her where abouts.

The girl behind the bar seemed by now also to have noticed something exciting was going on, and I saw her intermittently watching us, slightly embarrassed, but surely aroused, kastamonu escort although she only could catch a glimpse of my wife’s hard nipples through the T.

She could only imagine what was happening below the bar.

My penis now also was rock hard as my wife has succeeded to unbutton my shorts. Unfortunately for her, having such a small penis, it barely could reach out over the top of my panties while sitting down.

But she playfully caressed the uncut top and noticed the pre cum. I had never experienced her in this state of arousal. To may again amazement she even licked intermittently my pre cum of her fingers, keeping her eyes locked into mine.

I do not know if she was aware of what was going on behind her. By now, both guys had their dicks out of their pants and where masturbating each other slowly.

I again signaled them to come closer.

I grabbed my wife’s arm and guided it behind her back while the first man approached and presented his long dick.

I could sense a strong shiver, shock and trembling of her body when she suddenly touched the penis.

She wanted to draw back her hand in panic, but I held firmly, making her grasp her hand around it.

Whilst I held my hand over hers, around the man’s penis, he slowly started to stroke back and forth.

I could see the panic in my wife’s eyes, but she didn’t’ release or struggle anymore, so I slowly released my grip.

She didn’t move her eyes out of mine, and without a word, started stroking the guy’s penis.

His friend had now stepped aside, and was watching the exciting show, also masturbating his own penis, exposing his gland to my wife.

I saw she couldn’t hold back from having a look at this huge, long penis from time to time, and I could read in her eyes she was questioning me for my approval.

I gently smiled back at her, continuing by now to slowly finger her wet pussy. She didn’t seem to hold back anymore to my pressure to open up her legs and let me even roll up her skirt, so her pussy was completely exposed to both men.

While the guy behind me continued to close in closer to me, watching her fully exposed pussy, his friend had put one of his hands on her shoulder. Once again, I felt a strong shiver run through my wife’s body. At a first I saw her body move as if she wanted to shake off his hand from her, but after a few caresses she gave in.

Meanwhile she seemed so hypnotized by what happened to her, that she continued stroking the man’s penis. He again closed in a little bit closer. As he looked at me, he started giving gentle kisses in the neck of my wife. I just sat there exploding from excitement, continuing to rub and finger her pussy. Watching this man touch my wife only did grow my excitement.

Neither of us could stop by now. I saw that my wife closed her eyes by now, as the man had run his hands under her Tee. I was so paralyzed by the view, that I didn’t notice that the other man, from behind me was rubbing his dick against my back. A strange warm feeling came over me, whilst I could keep my eyes off watching my wife. I didn’t want to miss anything of this fabulous adventure, so I leaned back a little bit, to see clearly how by now the guy behind my wife was groping her breasts and playing with her hard nipples under her tee. Whilst still her hand stroking his penis, exposing his glans, I slowly lifted her tee over her breasts, so they now where also completely exposed. The girl behind the bar could by now also have a clear sight, as the lights from the bar illuminated her by now completely naked body.

She nervously and shyly tried to hide from looking at us and my wife, but I noticed she also was enjoying the show.

I by now seemed to be the only one that didn’t have any genitals on full display, I could resist any more and as I dropped my shorts and pants, my small penis popped out, hard as stone, exposing a shiny wet gland full of pre cum.

My wife wanted to start masturbating my dick, but suddenly the guy behind me grabbed her wrist and moved her had aside as he groped my penis and started jerking. At first slowly, but gradually quite brutally, squeezing hard, around the shaft, pulling down hard on my foreskin.

My wife’s eyes got bigger when she saw how this man guided my free hand towards his penis, making me masturbate him. As in a waze, I instinctively started jerking his long pole, meanwhile watching my wife’s tits being groped by the other guy.

How far would we take this I wondered and all my fantasies of seeing another man fuck my wife started to rush through my head.  None of us seemed to be able to stop anymore, as I saw my wife’s excitement making her body started to produce light and strong shakes whilst I penetrated my fingers into her wide-open pussy.

She kayseri escort seemed to enjoy watching me getting stroked by this other guy, who by now had removed all of his clothes and also unbuttoned my shirt, touching and playing with my nipples in front of her.

I gestured her to stand up, so I was able to unzip her skirt and make it drop to the floor.

Again, I took some distance to be able to get a good look at my wife, obeying my signal to spread her legs. The man behind her understood what he had to do and kneeled in front of her.

His mouth close to her cunt, I held her hand s and while we locked our eyes, she could understand again my approval. Without moving an inch, she allowed this man to start licking her pussy while I watched and got masturbated from the other guy

I saw her body shake and shiver under the penetrating and flipping tongue of the guy over my wife’s clit and cunt, dripping from saliva and wetness.

As her body started shaking more and more, I pulled down on her arms, making her bend forward.

For a while, I held her in this position, her legs spread, her bum and pussy exposed to the evening light. We both knew what was going to happen, as the man stepped up behind her. She lifted her head and again seeked for approval, which I didn’t hesitate to give with a light nod od my head. Once again, our eyes stayed locked together. I suddenly realized the man had pushed his long hard penis into my wife’s wet cunt when I saw her body getting pushed my way and I heard her give a light moan.

With very thrust, I could now see her titties bounce back and forth, as the guy was speeding up his penetrations.

What started slowly, got faster and harder. I saw that my wife at first was seemingly having trouble with the size and the length going into her cunt, as she was biting her lips.

I couldn’t resist when the guy behind me made me get up from the chair and started holding me tightly, pushing my back so my penis was pointing forward and he kept on stroking it right in front of my wife’s face. I again grabbed his large dick and masturbates him in an equal rhythm.

I had never been able to believe that one day this fantasy of mine would have become reality.

Both consentuous and aware of what was happening we could now enjoy this adventure fully.

Without any inhibitions, I enjoyed watching my wife getting groped and fucked by a stranger, and she enjoyed the fact I wanted to see her getting penetrated by this long penis.

Meanwhile I could feel that the man behind me started rubbing his dick against my butthole.

I moved closer to my wife, still being fucked doggy style and kneeled down to have a good look how that large penis was penetrating her wet wide-open cunt. Her tits where bouncing over my head when I looked up and enjoyed the sight.

The guy fucking my wife pulled out his dick and laid down in the warm sand in front of the bar.

I helped my wife to sit down facing me, on his erect pole pointing straight up, guiding his dick again inside her pussy. I loved the sight of seeing her bounce up and down on his penis, shiny from her wet juices.

Suddenly I felt a push in my back from his friend, forcing me, on my knees in front of that stroking penetrating dick. He pushed my head down to make me lick her cunt and clit while she got fucked.

While on my knees licking my wife’s cunt, I felt he started to lick my but hole and grab my penis, again jerking it brutally.

I felt I couldn’t hold back anymore, watching and getting masturbated, hearing my wife moan from pleasure and excitement, was starting to bring me to ejaculate.

All off a sudden I felt that the guy behind me had managed to push his dick a little bit into my ass home and started to cum. I could feel warm sperm starting to run down on my thighs.

My wife by now was speeding up her movements, I could see she was cumming too, and the guy beneath her was not holding back. With his dick barried deep inside her he shot his hot sperm inside my wife. As also I released a load, I tried to shoot it on her tits.

As she got off his penis, I saw cum dripping out of her cunt whilst she rubbed mine all over her tits and licked her fingers.

We all of a sudden regained our senses, as I touched my wife, her body twisted and tweaked proving she had cum like never before.

Whilst I pressed her naked body against mine, both guys started to dress up, and slowly walked away, smiling.

We stood there for a short while, and we realized all of a sudden, we were stark naked.

My wife smiled at me when I caressed her pussy and I felt how the cum from the other guy was still dripping out of her cunt.

We had completely forgotten he girl behind the bar. She had been watching the whole scene from up close and smiled. I wondered if she had been masturbating.

She handed over our clothes with a naughty smile.

We got dressed and slowly walked away as we saw she switched of the light at the bar.

Innocent and unintentional it turned out to be a fantastic adventure for both of us.

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I was in 7th heaven. It truly was like riding a bicycle. It cums back to you in an instant. My cock felt so very much “at home” in Della’s pussy. It felt so very natural, even having Suzie stepping into the room while Della and I rekindled the past.

I stopped thrusting into Della, just pressing my hardness against her as hard as I could, and holding steady while she gyrated her ass back against me. The walls of her pussy were massaging me, milking me, urging me onward. The guttural sounds coming from Della told me that she was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that was important to me. She always seemed to be taking care of other people’s needs and desires, this was for her (o.k., I confess, it was somewhat self-serving for me also).

My concentration on what was happening below my waist was interrupted by Suzie’s voice. She called back, over her shoulder to the store, “Debbie, Barbie, just keep browsing if you’d like, I’ve got some business to take care of”. With that she stepped the rest of the way into the dressing room and closed the door behind herself. Oh my god, there were still people in the store! My fears were confirmed by two very distinct female voices replying that they were fine, and for Suzie to “take her time”.

Suzie began walking over to the far corner of the dressing room. As she walked past me she put her hand on my shoulder, as if we were meeting in some place even more public than this store, looked me in the eyes as I looked up and apologized for not getting a chance to properly greet me when I walked into the store, but she had been busy. She then leaned forward and offered up her mouth for a very erotic, sensual, fully interactive kiss. Our tongues were invading each other’s mouths, dueling with each other. elazığ escort I could fell Della’s movements not only because of the fact my cock was buried deeply within her incredible pussy, but Suzie was leaning forward, keeping her balance by having her hand resting on the small of Della’s back, so the movements were transferred also through Suzie.

Breaking the kiss Suzie continued to the corner of the room, sitting down in an overstuffed chair that was situated there. When she sat down the hem of her mini-dress slid up her thighs until it was obvious she was wearing thigh-high hose with garters. It was also obvious that the material of her thong was soaking wet and pulled tight in between her pussy lips. This had to be obvious to Della also, since where Suzie had sat down at was about four feet directly in front of Della’s face. Della confirmed the view with “oh my god, this is so great. I’ve waited so long for this, and with my two friends. Della then began fucking back against me with even more energy, and the events that were unfolding caused me to press back against her with increased intensity. I couldn’t get deep enough inside of her hot pussy. I wanted to just follow my cock right up inside of her, as if that were possible.

Not to be left out Suzie reached over to a lampstand beside the chair, slid open a drawer, and removed the most impressive looking vibrator I’d even seen. It was very anatomically correct, but in very vivid colors. It also had one of those clit-teasers on it that could either tease your clit, or if turned 180 degrees would work over that area between a woman’s pussy and their puckered opening. As Suzie slouched downward in the chair even more she placed the tip of the man-made dick into her erzincan escort mouth, sucking on it as if it were a real cock. She was licking it all over while staring straight into my eyes. The message was very clear. She then reached down with her right hand and pulled her thong off to the side, out of the way. With her left hand she pressed the tip of the now humming vibrator up against the lips of her gleaming slick pussy (which very obviously became almost perfectly smooth probably at the same time Della’s had). As soon as she had it completely moistened she pressed on it until with very apparent wet sounds it slipped into her pussy. After fucking herself for just a few moments she withdrew it from her pussy, and saying that it still seemed a little dry, offered it up to Della. Della, lost in the feelings of the released tension didn’t think twice before closing her eyes, reaching out with the tip of her tongue, and licking Suzie’s juices off of the dildo. She then slipped her mouth down over the length of the synthetic cock, taking it down her throat. That scene caused a groan to come from my lips, remembering exactly how that felt when Della had done the same thing to my very real cock.

This didn’t last long. Even though Suzie hadn’t missed a beat by keeping her fingers actively involved with stroking her clit, and dipping two fingers into her pussy, she wanted the artificial cock back inside of her pussy and that’s where she put it. Her movements quickly began to imitate, stroke for stroke, the fucking that her friend Della was getting less than four feet away. Suzie continued to fuck herself with the vibrator, massaging her tits and nipples with her free hand, and verbally cheering Della and I on.

As soon as Suzie erzurum escort buried that phallic toy back into her pussy the sheer sight of that pushed Della over the top. She rammed her pussy back against me as hard as she could, holding it still while I felt her pussy contracting over and over again on my dick. Once again all she could say was “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” That entire combination of events served to take me over the top also, my cock swelling and the pressure traveling up from my balls, almost being forced out of my balls by the pressure of Della’s thighs pushing back against me. My cum exploded into Della’s warmth, but only momentarily. She had other things in mind, quickly regaining energy from somewhere she moved her pussy off of me, spun around grabbing a hold of my throbbing dick, and began sucking the remainder of my cum out of me and into her mouth. A couple blasts of the cum fell short, falling onto her tits. Wanting to make sure that nothing goes to waste, or perhaps it was to prevent stains on the fabric of her bench, Suzie used her fingers to wipe the cum off of Della’s breasts and deposit it inside of her own mouth.

The world was spinning around my head, and I suspect around Della’s also. But there was no time to worry about that. Suzie opened up the doors to an armoire that was close by, took out two very plush robes, and handed them to Della and I. Suzie quickly readjusted her clothing and then grabbed both of us by the hands telling us to follow her, that she had a bed waiting at her house. We then burst out of the dressing room, being brought back to reality quickly upon seeing the two “customers” trying to act very nonchalant right outside the dressing room doors. It was obvious we had just been their main course of entertainment, and I doubt that they’d been disappointed.

Hollering back at Debbie and Barbie to “lock up the store” we quickly went out the back of the store and into Suzie’s van. I strongly suspected our day had just begun!

(to be continued)

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My introduction to the swinging secrets of suburbia

Please note that the website in this story is fictitious the name has been changed to protect the innocent. The names of those involved has also been changed as this is a true story.

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It all started in March 2011 when I was invited to join a stag do as a last minute replacement for someone who had dropped out, I only knew one of the guys going but since I had a free weekend I though why not? The stag weekend was taking place in one of those well-known holiday camps, which run theme weekends, and are exclusively for adults, but it wasn’t at the camp where the adventure took place, but it was whether the seed of the idea was planted.

On the Saturday afternoon myself and the 3 guys I was sharing with were having a bit of a chill out after a particularly heavy first night, as the conversation flowed the subject of the coming evening frivolities arose, it was then that Jason dropped the bombshell that he wasn’t joining us as he had other plans. The guys and myself were somewhat puzzled by this as partners, girlfriends and wives etc were banned, and as far as were we all aware Jason had not “got lucky” the night before. Jason was around six foot, good looking by anyone’s standards with an easy smile and bucket loads of charm to go with his playboy attitude and single man status, so we were intrigued by his planned absence

Well I’m meeting a couple later for some fun

Jason replied to an enquiry

What do you mean?

I asked

I arranged to meet before I came down, they are staying on the other side of the site

It was obvious that the three of us were missing something and we pressed Jason further to explain how this rendezvous had come about in a middle of a stag weekend and how this couple had just happened to be at the event.

I joined a swingers web site a while back and I saw the opportunity to have a little fun while away, so I put out an advert saying that I was coming here and was anybody up for some fun, this couple replied as they had already booked to be here and the are up for a threesome

Explained Jason matter of factly. A brief but stunned silence descended over the lads until fits of laughter broke out and Marcus said

Dar, got to give it to you, you had us going there I almost believed it

Jason produced his iphone from his pocket and offered it to Marcus to look at the e-mail & text exchange he had been having with the couple that were only identified as Secret Squirrels. There was no joke Jason did indeed have an evening planned participating in a threesome with a couple he had not yet met and had opened a door to a world we all wanted to know more about. Over the next half an hour Jason explained all about the website, some of his experiences both good and bad, how he managed to fit in meets, how he arranged meets while away with work. We were astonished. We drifted away from the subject eventually and nothing more was said pretty much until Sunday morning when we boarded the bus for home, we had agreed not to spread the word of Jason’s adventure with the wider group, so only discreet enquiries into Jason’s evening we made and it’s success, which it obviously was. With a two-hour journey home and after a heavy weekend with out much sleep the bus was a quiet place. Most of the guys were sleeping and those who weren’t were either plugged into an ipod or starring out of the window nursing very large coffee cups, and as the miles ticked by I too stared out of the window, only a thought was running through my mind, it was time for me to give superswingers.com a go, I was single, footloose and fancy free and had nothing to lose. The amount of travelling I undertook with work provided me ample opportunity to meet, if anyone was interested and if things worked out I would be less exposed to the random encounters I had been having (all of which are published as stories on this site), my mind was made up.

That Sunday evening I took to the sofa in the beach house with my laptop and googled the website, after creating a login id and paying the small fee to join I began to set about building my profile which proved to quite tricky. I was faced with a list of options to select my preferences, which was easy, straight. Then came the list of who I was looking to meet with, this was a bit more difficult but I opted for one woman, two women looking for a man, couples looking for a man and these seemed to cover all the bases. Next came the list of activities I was prepared to participate in, there was endless choice, but I quickly ruled out areas such as water sports and extreme bondage/S&M and anything I judged to be just a little too weird. I was still left with quite a list and I surprised myself as to what I would try, light bondage giving & receiving, threesomes, voyeur, role play, video & photography, same and different room play and finding a regular fuck buddy to team up with in order to play as a couple, I just hoped that I wasn’t casting my net too wide. Finally I found a recent picture of myself, blanked out the face and uploaded it before posting my profile as live. Feeling pleased with myself I began to enter some search criteria kahramanmaraş escort and find out what was out there, and it made for some very interesting viewing.

For the next week or so I resisted the temptation to make contact with anyone until I had found my feet on the site, several really interested me and I was of interest to others who had viewed my profile but those people had not contacted me. There were two profiles that I kept returning to and both were within sixty miles, one a single woman identified as vixen69 and a couple named dutifullydiscreet. I had studied both the profiles and tried to match the criteria they had listed as well as the contact rules. Clearly neither would welcome an “I’m free come and get me” message, so I took the plunge with the couple and answered their ad. I wrote in what I thought was an imaginative introduction based on their profile and not mine and after checking it for spelling mistakes I hit the send button.

The website showed the number of days since the couple had logged in and it stood at eleven so I no idea whether they were still active or just infrequent visitors but needless to say I wasn’t really expecting a response. The following days brought the usual routine of work, dinner, meetings and travel and in the quieter times in between I checked my account, several times I had received contact requests but they turned out to be from gay or bisexual men, who obviously couldn’t read, I am straight. Then out of the blue a mail pinged through advising me that I had gotten a new message, in the privacy of my office I opened my account and read it. It was from dutifullydiscreet, it read

Thank you for the contact mail, you obviously spent a great deal of time on it.

We will be online tonight at 7pm are you available to chat?

Excitedly I replied that I would be online in order to chat with them and thanked them for taking the time to reply. From then on the day seemed to pass with all the speed of glacial creep, if the truth be told I was excited by this new opening, so it was no surprise to me to be on the sofa by six forty-five, with a glass of red and logged in to the site. Dutifullydiscreet logged in right on time and we chatted on the instant messenger function for about half an hour, at which point they offered to open their profile to me as a friend, so I was able to view more information about them, I did the same although there was little extra for them to see. Then as the conversation was drawing to a close they asked if I were prepared to meet in person to see how we got on with a view to getting together a week on the Friday? I agreed that this was a good idea and we arranged to meet in a pub we all knew about twenty miles from my house on Sunday afternoon. I spent the next half an hour perusing some of their more private pictures, and I came to the conclusion that this lady was seriously sexy and if I were her other half I wouldn’t have shared her with anyone, but hey whatever floats your boat!

Sunday soon rolled around and I hopped into the lotus a set off for the pub timing it so I would arrive about ten minutes before we were due to meet. They apparently had the same idea because as I approached the bar to order a drink a voice behind me said

I’ll get that

I ordered a beer and thanked the man whom I recognised as one half of Dutifullydiscreet from the pictures, but as yet no names had been exchanged and I proceeded to follow him to a table where the woman sat on a leather sofa with a white wine. The man joined her wrapping an arm her shoulder and I sat on the opposite sofa. He like me was dressed in a casual shirt and jeans and the woman wore a modest blue summer dress.

Hello to you both

I started

As you know I am new to this, so should we start with names, even if you don’t want to use real ones?

It’s ok first names are fine, I am Christian and this is my wife Joanna

Said the man holding out his hand for me to shake, I took and replied

Nice to meet you I’m Luke

Christian was a good-looking man, in his mid thirties, athletically built with dark wiry neat hair, I estimated him to be around the five foot ten mark with dark eyes matching his hair colour. Joanna was about the same height with shoulder length blonde hair, her slim figure had defined curves and her breasts easily fitted the top of her dress without a bra. The dress she wore only afforded me a view of her legs from just above the knee to her ankles but they we slim and toned. All in all they looked to be an attractive couple.

We chatted politely for about half an hour until we were in need of more drinks, I offered and they accepted and I retuned a few minutes later with another round as I sat Christian spoke

Joanna and I have spoken and we would like you to come and play with us

I was slightly surprised but Christian continued

But there are rules

Okay, can I say that I would like very much to join you as well, what is it you have in mind?

We ask you to be respectful of Joanna at all times, before and especially after. Discretion is a must and you must not speak of what happens with us with kastamonu escort anyone other than us

That is fine with me and I am more than happy to maintain our collective dignities and discretion

Christian will be present at all times, as we don’t play separately

Interjected Joanna

And there will be no photographs

I nodded my understanding

And finally we do not do overnight hosting, when we are finished you will have to leave

That’s fine too, since I don’t know what you have in mind, may I bring some toiletries so I may shower if needed?

Of course, that is something I forgot to mention we have good personal hygiene and expect you to have the same

Now that is a no brianer

Both Christian and Joanna looked at each other and smiled before giving me their address and stating that if anything changed between now and Friday the would contact me through the site.

Is eight ok with you?

Asked Christian

It’s a date

I nodded, The couple stood and made to leave, and Christian extended his hand and said

Until Friday Luke

As I shook it, then Joanna leaned forward as if to kiss my cheek, as we closed almost to touching she whispered

I’m going to fuck your brains out.

I was speechless as I watched them walk away but what struck me was Joanna’s dress, it clung to her as if it were sprayed on accentuating her curves with virtually no back it was cut almost to her waist, in a second I had sprung a massive boner and I had absolutely no doubt that Joanna would be as good as her word.

The following week was hectic and included a trip to France to discuss changes to a component one of my companies supplied to a well know aircraft manufacturer, this was probably a good thing as otherwise the week would have dragged as I looked forward to the coming Friday. As it was Friday rolled around pretty quickly and at just after three I wrapped in work and went home. I programmed the address that Christian & Joanna had given me into the sat nav to give me an idea of how long it would take to get to them, I knew how to get to the town but not the address and I was pleasantly surprised which it confirmed my estimate of twenty five minutes. I had a bite to eat, showered and shaved and by seven twenty I was back in the car and on the way. The sat nav led me to a large house just on the outskirts of the town. I slipped the little lotus onto the drive at five minutes to eight. I had dressed casually but smartly in jeans open necked shirt and casual shoes and I hoped that this would meet with approval as I rang the bell.

Within seconds the door opened and Christian greeted me, he led me through to the lounge and offered me a drink, I opted for a coke and sat down, when he returned he handed me a drink and sat down, un remarkably dressed he explained that Joanna was getting ready. A few minutes passed in polite conversation when I heard footsteps on the stairs and Joanna appeared in the doorway. My eyes must have popped on stalks, she was wearing a skin tight black pvc mini dress with suspender straps which held up black lace topped stockings and high black heels, there were no shoulders in the dress but the top of her breasts were oozing tantalisingly over the top of the tight fitting material. She had clipped her hair up into a loose ponytail to accentuate her neck and expose maximum flesh. The hem of her the dress barely covered her arse and must only have been inches below her crotch, she adopted a pose in the doorway with her feet shoulder width apart and arms aloft and announced

Are we ready?

All I could do was nod as she walked in and stood in front of me, I could smell her perfume as she bent forwards from the waist she gave her husband a stunning view of her rear and me an eyeful of her cleavage. She instructed me to wait where I was until she came back for me, she then turned away, held out her hand which, Christian took and she led him from the room and up the stairs. I had a massive hard on already in anticipation of what was to come and as a result the few minutes she was gone seemed like hours.

Joanna returned a few minutes later, she walked around in front of me before taking my hand so I could stand, the nerves I had felt suddenly vanished, she undid my shirt running her nails gently across my chest and removed it, I had kicked off my shoes while she was upstairs and wasn’t wearing socks so I was just left with jeans and boxers. Joanna looked straight into my eyes as she unzipped my fly and slipped her hand inside my jeans

Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you?

Fuck my brains out

Hmmm yes

She giggled as she effortlessly slipped my cock out of my fly

But with this maybe you could fuck my brains out

Joanna drooled as she weighed up my healthy seven and half inch tool. She turned away and took hold for my tool in her right hand and began to lead me out of the room by it. As we climbed the stairs she gently wanked me exposing my purple helmet, which was slick with pre cum before slipping my foreskin back over which each alternative step of the stairs. Joanna led me into the bedroom kayseri escort where a king size bed was waiting as we turned I saw Christian for the first time, he was naked and tied by both his ankles and wrists to a black dinner chair with a red ball gag in his mouth. The chair was placed at the foot of the bed in such a way that Christian could see his wife performing.

Joanna led me by the cock to the space between Christian and the bed, turning to face me she bent her knees and lowered herself down until she was level with my tool, then nimbly unfastened my belt and jeans, re-arranged my boxers to allow her to pull them down and in one slick movement they were both around my ankles. With my rod standing proud and her right hand around it’s based she looked at her helpless husband and whispered

What a magnificent cock, would you like to see me suck it?

I heard a muffled mmmm and saw Christian nod just about the time that the tip of Joanna’s tongue trailed along the underside of my cock, upon reaching the end, Joanna puckered her lips around me and with her mouth locked on she slid forward on me easily peeling back my foreskin as she drew me into her warm soft mouth. I felt strange at this point standing very nearly naked in front of, and watched by another helpless naked man who was tied to a chair while his beautiful wife sucked my cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his erection growing as Joanna went to work. It didn’t take long for the feeling to fade however, with Joanna’s tongue fluttering around my helmet and her slow bobbing motion coupled with her sucking my mind became concentrated, only once before had I received a blow job like this and if Joanna continued I was going to blow my load any second.

Finishing her backward stroke Joanna broke off her oral work for a second, she slipped her hand down between her open legs and ran her hand over her pussy

Sucking cock makes me so wet Christian. Do you want to see?

Joanna stood taking hold of my rod in her left hand and then gently wiped her hand over her husband’s mouth leaving a glistening wet trail of her juices on her husbands face, Christian’s eyes went wide with helpless delight at the residue now covering his mouth and cheeks. Leaning closer Joanna addressed her husband again,

Now it’s time Luke licked my pussy, should I sixty nine him on the bed until he comes, swallow

It and then he can fuck me longer later?

Christian shook his head

Then how about I kneel over his face and make him lick me til I come?

Christian nodded excitedly

But you know the penalty for that don’t you, Luke can fuck me anyway he wants and give me a lovely cream pie, is that what you want, to see another man spunk in me?

Christian nodded and with a muffled cry which sounded like yes and egged his wife on. Joanna released her grip on my tool as she stood up, she motioned for me to get rid of the garments around my ankles and asked me to lie in the bed on my back with my head nearest Christian, I did as asked before she stepped up onto the bed placing her feet either side of my shoulders giving me a view right up her dress to where her pussy peeped out, it was a magnificent sight. Looking down at me she said

I do hope you can lick pussy Luke, or I will be most disappointed

In tandem she opened a small zip in the front of her dress which allowed her to free her breasts form the confines of her dress, her orbs sprang free revealing an almost perfect pair of firm pale tits, her nipples were small, but bullet hard mounted on small aureoles of the same colour barely two shades form her skin tone. If my cock wasn’t hard enough it seemed to find another notch in response. As Joanna began to unfasten her suspender straps she asked if I liked what I saw, but from the look on my face she already knew the answer. With the tension released from her dress she knelt down above my face the black pvc dress rode up revealing her pussy to me in all its glory. The splay of her legs opened her quim nicely, small thin pale pink lips guarded her entrance crowned by a delicate pale pink clit its surrounding area bare except for a tuft of blonde hair on her mound trimmed into a heart shape. My hands found their way up the front of her body to her breasts and as I extended my reach upwards my head rose bring my tongue in range of her pussy, simultaneously as my hands closed around her tits, I let my tongue run upwards the length of her slot tasting her honey pot and causing her to gasp.

Joanna’s nipples felt like marbles in my grasp and her tits were firm but her pussy tasted so sweet. The situation had clearly gotten her excited as she was already very wet my tongue made several wide passes along the length of her quim as if I was licking an ice cream ensuring that her most sensitive area was treated to some attention. Leaving go of her breasts I slid my hands down her front until my hands were either side of pussy, using just my thumbs I spread her sex wider exposing the full splay of her inner lips, then pressed the tip of my tongue into her tunnel. Joanna gasped loudly as my tender oral examination continued, deliberately I used the tip of tongue to slowly run up one of her pussy lips, then the other before flicking her clit several times. The noises Joanna was making told me she was enjoying the sensations but the give away was that it made her knees buckle and she lowered herself fully onto my face and her hands taking hold my hair.

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