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My wife and I had talked about my cuckold fantasies for years. It started about a year after we were married. While we were in bed one night fooling around, we were talking about fantasies, and we came around to the subject of her bachelorette party. She admitted that she was really attracted to the stripper that she had dance for her. As she was talking about him, I was fingering her, and I finally asked her, “If you had had an opportunity to slip away with him, would you have fucked him?”

Without hesitation, she said, “Oh god, yes.”

I almost came without her touching me. She immediately asked me if that bothered me, and I told her no, and in fact I had never been more turned on. And so our secret fetish was born. She looks like a quiet, good girl, so this made the whole thing even hotter. We continued to talk about our fantasies for a long time and I was actively encouraging her to find a boyfriend. This was harder than I thought it would be. One night, she came home from a night out, and I was already in bed. She came into the bedroom and noticed that I was awake. As she was getting undressed, she said, “Is there anything that I could tell you that would surprise you?”

I replied, “No, I don’t think so.”

She then proceeded to tell me that she had made out with a guy and rubbed his cock until he almost came. She and I fucked so hard that night, and for a few nights afterward, just reminiscing about her experience. That was about as far as things would ever go. She continued to flirt for a few years after that, and we’d talk about the fantasy quite a bit, but after years of marriage and a few kids, she seemed to have lost interest.

Then one day out of the blue, while we’re in bed and she’s lightly stroking my cock, she whispered, ‘Do you still think about me fucking other men?”

I was ecstatic. This fetish was so strong for me, and it made my orgasms so powerful.

I told her, ‘Well, yeah, I think about it all the time. The thought of you with other men is so erotic.”

She asked, “Why is that? What is it that gets you off?”

After a little thought, I told her, “I think it’s a lot of things. I think you’re hot, so it’s kind of like a porn movie…but it’s more than that. I kind of like feeling submissive sometimes, like you’re in control of our sexual relationship. Almost like I enjoy you going out and getting what you want from another well-hung man, and giving me what’s left over.”

She then said, “You said, ‘well-hung.’ Why is that?”

Although I much preferred women, I always wondered what it was like to get taken by a man. I hadn’t told her this before because I was afraid she would think I was a sissy. I’m not one to lie to her, but I wasn’t sure how to answer her. So, I hesitated.

She snuggled in closer and said, “Cocks are nice. It’s ok if you like them too. Does me sleeping with men stir some kind of bisexual desire in you?”

I finally blurted out, “Yeah. It does. I really want to know what it feels like to fuck and get fucked by men…” I then slipped my tongue into her mouth because I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear what she had to say.

When I stopped, she said,” I kind of figured as much. It’s OK. I don’t mind.”

That’s when she sprung it on me. “I’ve been seeing Paul for a little while now, I just haven’t told you. I know I told you a while ago that I’d let you know if I found someone, but I wanted to keep him for myself a little while. But now I’m ready to share.” Then she picked up the phone, called Paul and told him to come over.

When he came through the door, the two of them didn’t waste any time. Her hand went right for his cock and she started stroking him through his pants. His large hands slipped up her thigh and casino oyna her ass lifting the neglige she was wearing. Their mouths met, and their tongues entwined. Then she got down on her knees, fished out his long cock, and started sucking him. Most of the time she looked up at him, but sometimes she would glance over at me with taunting eyes. She was even fingering herself. After a few minutes he picked her up and carried her to our bedroom and closed the door. It was the most painful pleasure ever to crouch outside my bedroom door and listen to them fuck and make love for the next hour.

Paul eventually opened the door to leave. He looked me in the eye and said, “She has such a nice tight pussy. I filled it up for you.” After he left, I went into the room and she was just laying there. I crawled into bed next to her and she dreamily whispered, “I have never been fucked like that in my life…” I started french kissing her getting so turned on by the fact that Paul’s dick had just been in her mouth within the last hour. She then pushed my head down to her pussy and said, “Do the one thing you’re good at.”

So I slid my tongue into her pussy, and his cum came running out down my chin. I kept licking and sucking and pleasuring her until she orgasmed and she was clean. She then rolled over and went to sleep.

This scene with Paul replayed it self several times over the next few weeks, but she wasn’t offering me any release with her.

Then one day, Paul showed up at our house with a few friends. After my wife invited these guys in, I took my wife to the side and asked who who these guys were.

She said, “Paul has some friends who are gay, and I want them to be satisfied. I want you to be satisfied too.”

With that, we walked back to where the guys were, and my wife said, “Follow my husband. He will show you where our room is. You can put your coats there.”

When we got there, Paul’s friends picked me up and threw me on the bed. I felt their hands on me as they were tying my wrists to the bed posts. One of them grabbed my hair, pulled my head up and slipped his cock into my mouth. It was half flaccid, but he gently rocked it in and out until he was hard. He continued pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth, and I could taste his pre cum. I started swirling my tongue around his cock.

Eventually he tore the blindfold off, and I looked up at him. He was tan, smooth, and muscled. I wanted nothing more than every drop of his seed in my mouth. It didn’t take much longer after that, and I felt his cock start to twitch. The next thing I knew, he was flooding my mouth with his cum. He shot load after load into my mouth, emptying himself into me. I could hardly keep up with it swallowing as fast as I could.

That’s when I notice Paul and my wife standing at the doorway to the bedroom. This guy had used me like a whore in front of my wife. At this point, she said, “I’ve been taking pictures and I’m thinking about sending them to my friends.”

At that point another guy replaced the one that had cum already. He said, “Tell me you want to suck my cock!”

I said, “Yes…Feed me your cock! Put it down my throat!”

Rubbing it on my lips he asked, “Beg for my cum!”

So I did. I begged for this man’s cum in my mouth, in front of my wife. I had never been so turned on in all of my life.

I could hear my wife say, “He DOES have a nice cock. Go ahead, honey. Wrap your lips around it. You know you want it. I can see your cock straining against your pants.”

And with that, I opened my mouth, and he slid the whole length in. It was huge, and I gagged. I could feel his stomach against my nose and his balls on my chin. I was struggling, and he finally pulled slot oyna out. I gasped for air, but all I could think about was having it back inside me. I wanted nothing more than to service this big cock in front of my wife and have him fill me.

He slipped his cock back in my mouth and leaned forward to untie my hands, so I started working him with my hands too. I loved his heavy balls on my palms as his slick cock passed over my lips and tongue and down my throat. He was using me for his pleasure. I knew my role.

I then felt pressure shift on the bed and I felt another cock rubbing against my cheek. So, I started alternating cocks with my mouth. When I wasn’t sucking one, I was rubbing the other. It wasn’t long before one grabbed by head and started using my mouth faster and faster. I knew he was going to cum.

“Oh, oh oh!!” he yelled as he unleashed his load into my mouth. I had barely finished swallowing when the other guy grabbed my head and forced my mouth on him. “Take my load in front of your wife…Show her what a cum drinking whore you are!”

And with that he started to cum in my mouth, but after a few spurts, he pulled his cock out and sprayed the rest of his cum all over my chest, stomach, and cock. I greedily scooped it up in my hands and pushed it into my mouth. I didn’t want to waste a drop.

Then I heard my wife say, “there’s one more guy, an he’s a bit of surprise, but it’s someone you know already.” That’s when I saw Scott in the room. She used to work with him a few years ago. She knew he was gay, but she had a crush on him anyway. I had always been secretly attracted to him, but had never told my wife. I guess she figured it out.

Anyway, he was already nude, and he had a beautiful shaved body with a long cock. It was perfect. He walked over with some oil and started pouring it all over my body. He began rubbing it on me and I instinctively reached for his cock to stroke it. Scott continued to rub oil all over my body. Then, he reached down and started playing with my cock. I wanted to explode, but of course I couldn’t just yet.

I ran my hands up and down his muscular body as he slid his oiled cock over my stomach and chest. It felt soo good to be able to explore his perfect body with my hands. I looked over at my wife, and she was just sort of smiling. That’s when Scott started to lower his body and I could feel the tip of my cock meet his ass. He would slowly push down and up, until just the tip of me was entering him.

I wanted to slide the whole length in at once, but I let him take control. It wasn’t too long until I was fully inside him and he was riding me. I kept running my hands over his chest and his ass. I finally looked up at him, and I noticed he was looking at my face and my eyes. I had never thought about kissing a man until that moment, but I wanted it so badly. Our sex was hot, but it was also passionate and torrid all at the same time. I just had to kiss him. So I closed my eyes and offered up my lips. He bent down and started kissing me ravenously. Something never felt so right to me in all my life. I didn’t last much longer and I emptied my seed into him.

He didn’t climb off. Instead, he just let me grow soft inside of him while our tongues danced around each other’s mouths. After a short while, I broke our kiss, and whispered, “I need to feel you inside me.” I inched down to the edge of the bed, spread my legs and he slid himself inside of me. He was slow at first, but that grew into a gentle rhythm.

That’s when I looked over at my wife. I had forgotten about her for a while, but she was now in the throes of lovemaking with Paul. He was already deep inside of her and her soft smooth legs were wrapped around his ass and canlı casino siteleri legs so that he couldn’t pull away. He was thrusting away at her, when I saw her start grabbing at the sheets. She always did that when she was about to orgasm. She was sweating and she starting breathing heavy and moaning.

She grabbed his face and said, “You know just what I need. Please don’t pull out. I want all of you inside of me. Everything!”

Her moans got loader and loader as her body grew stiff. It was another minute and she started orgasming all over his cock. I had never made her cum with my dick one time in all our years of knowing each other. I usually came too fast.

I know her pussy is tight to begin with, so when she started tensing up, I knew he wouldn’t last long. I could see his back arch as he forced his seed into my pretty wife over and over again. I knew he had filled her womb. After he finished, he collapsed onto his side, and I could see his cum run out of her. She was passionately caressing his hair and kissing him.

All of this just made me feel more submissive. I had just watched a real man fuck my wife and do with her what I couldn’t while a man was fucking me. That made me want to pleasure Scott even more. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and started bucking back against his thrusts into my ass. I told him, “Fill me up in front of my wife. I want every part of you inside of me.”

With that, my wife looked over at us, and mouthed the words, “oh my god…”

At that, he started going faster, and he kept thrusting and thrusting until I could feel him tense up. His seed started to erupt inside me with thick heavy spurts. I didn’t want it to end. Eventually we just ended up in a pile, and the eroticism of being made subservient to a man in front of my wife was almost too much to handle.

I closed my eyes and just lie there kissing him, running my hands up and down his body while he grew soft in my hands. I guess at some point my wife left, because when I opened up my eyes, Scott and I were alone. I suggested that we take a shower together, so I warmed up the water and led him in there. We soaped each other up and ran our slick hands allover each other’s bodies. It didn’t take long, and we were both getting again.

We got out of the shower and dried each other off. He pushed me back onto the bed and wrapped his lips around my cock. It was the most sensational blow job I had ever received. I saw that he was getting hard again too, so I repositioned myself so that we were 69’ing each other. I worked with slow, passionate strokes on his cock while he used more shallow ones that focused on the underside of mine. I started to feel his precum on the back of my tongue so I worked his shaft with more purpose. I didn’t know if I would ever have his rigid pole in my mouth, again, so I definitely wanted to give him something to remember (and hopefully bring him back). His body started to tense up more and more, until I knew he was on the edge, and that’s when he emptied his cum into my mouth. I kept swallowing and swallowing until I had every single drop. At that, I came in his mouth too. He quickly spun around and we kissed, sharing our cum back and forth until it disappeared into our kiss.

I then silently watched him get dressed, and he left. After a few minutes, I went out to see if my wife was still around. I found her sitting in the kitchen. She was quiet for a minute, and then said, “You know, it’s one thing to whisper in our bedroom, but another to see you go through with it. You and Scott really had a connection.”

I told her, “I felt like we did.” Then I continued, ” I saw the way you were with Paul. I’m glad you could finally get someone that made you feel like that sexually.”

“Me too,” she said dreamily.

Then she said, “I think this is good for both of us. We both need to explore our relationships with these men. But it’s nice that we have each other as a base.”

To be continued

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Chapter 1 – Freudian Slip

The school bus rumbled on through the cold late-night air. As it hit a bump, I felt my bare leg brush against hers. How did I end up here? I wondered to myself. It was a long story and I knew it was only the beginning of what would surely become an even more interesting tale. Passing streetlights briefly illuminated the interior, revealing the blonde huddled next to me, her legs up on the seat as she struggled to keep my jacket over both of us. Beyond her, I could see some of my friends in the nearby seats. Most of them were sleeping, or talking quietly. What I was about to do was crazy. She was probably going to slap me, or at the very least get up and move to another seat. At the worst, she was going to make a loud scene. But if she didn’t, did I really want this to continue? As I reached out to slide my hand between her knees, I thought back to how I had gotten into this situation …

– – – – – – – – –

Over the summer, before my senior year began, I had met Carly. She was tall, trim and brunette. I was attracted to her at once. At that age, I would have been attracted to anyone female. What made her different was that she was attracted to me, only I didn’t recognize this at first. She teased me a lot. It took me some time to realize she was teasing me more than she teased the other guys. She was paying a lot of attention to me. I wondered if she might like me. I decided to play along to see what happened.

What happened was that we started talking. It always started with a group of friends hanging out. Carly would tease me about just about anything. I didn’t mind it because I liked having her attention. When she saw I was playing along, the teasing changed to something else. At first, it was light conversation – what teenagers talk about. Who was dating whom, what we were going to do after graduation, when we would each have that magical eighteenth birthday (mine in September right after school starts, hers a few weeks later), movies, songs, things that would turn out later to be unimportant but seemed to be so important to us at the time. A few people noticed this change, maybe even before I realized it, but no one said anything about it. Then, one hot afternoon the teasing turned into tickling.

The usual group was hanging out under this lone oak tree along a dirt road at the edge of a pasture. We met here often. It was outside of town and out of the way. We would sit there in the shade and talk for hours. On this day, we had been sitting on the ground when I started tickling Carly. I was so glad to have an excuse to put a hand on her that I was not about to let up. She was giggling so hard from my tickling that everybody turned to watch us. I laughed along but only tickled her harder. I was merciless.

She struggled to get out cries of Stop! Stop! I did everything but stop. Carly was trying to hit me but she was laughing too hard to put any strength behind her punches. She finally pushed me and rolled away into a ball. She looked at me kind of funny, then sat up, leaned over to Sharon and whispered something to her. Sharon’s eyes grew wide. Carly said something else no one but Sharon could hear. Sharon got up and, standing in front of Carly, announced that she had to leave. She and Carly headed quickly to her car. They drove off without any further explanation.

I felt really bad. I thought I had pushed Carly too far. I was sitting there under that lonely tree, surrounded by my friends and feeling like shit. I had finally gotten my hands on Carly and I had driven her away. For a long time, everybody just stared at me, wondering what I had done to her. The dust stirred up by Sharon’s car finally settled in the breezeless sky but the mood was definitely spoiled. Even though it was only early afternoon, the others drifted off, driving away until I was all alone under the tree. I sat there for probably an hour, all alone. I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong.

I could hear someone driving along the dusty road. The car stopped but I never looked up. A door opened. I was surprised when I heard Carly speaking.

“I’ll be OK, Sharon. I don’t know where everybody went, but I’ll get a ride with Sam.”

“Are you sure?” Sharon asked. “I can wait.”

“Go. I need to tell him. I owe him that.”

There was another short exchange I couldn’t quite hear before the car door shut and the car slowly pulled away. I looked up to see Carly standing alone. She was wearing the halter top she had on earlier, the one I had run my hands over when I was tickling her. She was still wearing short shorts, but they were a different color. I figured she was there to tell me off, but I couldn’t figure out why she would be willing to ride home with me after.

She was just standing there barely inside the shade of the oak tree. Beyond her, the bright sun was illuminating the empty field almost to the point of being featureless. My attention was on Carly. On her long lean legs, her brown hair, her cute face. casino oyna She smiled.

“Huh?” I asked.

“What?” she asked back.

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” She was grinning, obviously enjoying my confusion.

“I don’t understand. What is going on?” I repeated.

She put her hands on her hips and stared at me. Then she looked around, as if to see if anyone else was still there. We were alone. There wasn’t another person for miles. Just the two of us under that big oak tree in the field, surrounded by grass starting to turn brown from the summer sun. She seemed to be coming to a decision. She sighed and approached me.

When she reached me, she crouched down in front of me and sat cross-legged. She reached out for my hands. I expected that I was finally going to hear how I had hurt her, or worse. I was ready for what I knew I deserved. She was going to tell me off. She was going to confirm that I had ruined my chances with her.

“Where did everyone go?” she asked.

“Huh?” I asked. I wasn’t sounding very intelligent. She told me as much.

“Why did everybody leave?” she asked, mirth in her voice.

“I think they didn’t want to be around me. Carly, I’m really sorry I hurt you –” I started.

She cut me off. When she spoke, it was quiet and gentle. “You don’t know why I left, do you?”

I shook my head.

“I had to.” She had my full attention. This was not at all what I expected to hear. “You tickled me so hard that… I wet my pants.” She laughed an embarrassed laugh.

I stared at her, at those lovely green eyes, not sure I had heard correctly. She grinned sheepishly and nodded.

“You wet -?” She nodded. “your –?” She again nodded. “I am so sorry. I never meant to –”

I intended to continue my apology but she stopped me with an index finger on my lips. I was still saying the last word when she touched my mouth and it was as if I was kissing her finger. She seemed to realize the same thing. There was but an instant of indecision in her eyes. Then, she quickly removed her finger, leaned forward, and kissed me.

I know you are supposed to close your eyes when you kiss someone, but I was too much in shock. My eyes were wide open, and I saw her face pressed against mine. Her expression was the loveliest thing I had ever seen. She was peaceful, happy, relaxed. I still had a shocked look on my face. Her lips were soft, warm, moist. I was confused. She pulled away and opened her eyes. When she focused on my face, she burst out laughing.

That was the only sound to be heard. Carly’s laughter. It was a delightful sound. It was just really out of place, like everything else that had just happened.

“Don’t you close your eyes when you kiss?” she asked as she convulsed in laughter. She was trying to look serious, but she just couldn’t.

“Usually,” I said.

She stopped laughing. “Oh.” Silence. No more laughter. Her face fell. Now she was apologetic. “I thought you wanted me to kiss you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Finally, my brain kicked into gear. I caught on to what was happening. I leaned forward, putting my hands on her bare shoulders. The feel of her skin in my hands was positively delightful. I pressed myself to her and kissed her back. I can still remember it so clearly that I can feel the softness of her lips. I can smell the light hint of perfume, feel the warm breeze blowing stray wisps of her hair against my cheeks even. As I kissed her, I put my arms around her. Her halter top covered to just a little below her breasts so my arms felt bare flesh when I wrapped them around her. I felt her put a hand to my cheek.

That kiss ended with both of us breathless. My heart was beating wildly. Carly was looking at me, her face still tilted to one side. She was studying my reaction. A smile slowly spread across my face, a reaction that was mirrored on hers.

“Yes, you should have,” I told her as I caught my breath.

“You can do that whenever you want,” she said with feeling.

“Did you really, you know, -?”

She nodded and blushed. “I had to go home and change.”

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized again.

“At the time, I was so ashamed. Now, it’s funny. I just didn’t know how I’d face you again.”

“I was afraid I made you mad and maybe even hurt you.”

“I loved what you were doing, except for what happened to my clothes,” she said. “I was relieved when I got back and you were alone.”

“You were?” I asked.

“Yes, I didn’t have to explain to everyone why I had changed my pants.” We both laughed.

We were two people alone on the face of the earth. There was no one else. Under that tree was our entire world. It was a magical afternoon. We talked and kissed, delighting in the feel of holding each other. All too soon, though, our afternoon came to an end. It was getting near dinnertime and we both knew it. The sun was sinking lower in the sky. We reluctantly got in my car. She slid next to slot oyna me and held onto my arm. As we drove back to town, I enjoyed being so close to her. The afternoon had turned out so differently than how I had expected. After Carly had left with Sharon, I never imagined I’d be taking her home. I never imagined I’d ever be so close to her again.

When we got to her house, I walked her to the door. It was still daylight but that didn’t stop her from kissing me goodbye. I was careful to keep the embrace chaste, aware that we might be watched by the neighbors. It wasn’t easy but I behaved myself. We parted with the promise of more shared times to come.

After that first afternoon, we were a couple. We went everywhere together, whether hanging out with friends or dating. There were a few parties where we got into some really heavy kissing. We spent more afternoons together where we became more comfortable with each other. We progressed from kissing to exploration. By the time school started in the fall, we had gotten our hands into each other’s pants. One night, after a movie, we had gone parking and got home really late. We really fogged up the car windows as we explored each other with our hands. It didn’t progress beyond kissing and touching. We weren’t ready to progress to things that carried the risk of pregnancy. Still, we lost track of time. I think both our parents figured out something was going on.

When school started, our different interests became apparent. My big focus was Army Junior ROTC. Carly’s was theater. Each took a lot of time. Where possible, we supported each other’s interests. There were also dances. These were social events that we shared with our usual group of friends, and a few new friends. After that late night at the movies, our parents had gotten suspicious and pressured us to double date. This really impacted our chances to spend more time alone.

JROTC meant a close knit group of friends. I knew my fellow classmates from prior years, of course. This being our senior year, we formed the cadre around which the battalion functioned. We were also active on various extra curricular teams. I continued on the drill team which meant a lot of weekend traveling to competition. There was a new class of freshmen to be trained. We also had a few new older cadets who joined after transferring from other schools. One of the new senior cadets, and one of those new friends, was Nancy.

Nancy had transferred from another school that also had an Army JROTC program so she fit in easily. She was a cute blonde with short hair and blue eyes. When I first saw her in class, I just about melted. If I hadn’t been dating Carly, I would have been in love. As it was, we quickly became very good friends. Nancy fit right in with the group of friends Carly and I shared. When I couldn’t be with Carly, I was usually talking to Nancy.

One night, after I had spoken to Carly, Nancy had called. She called to ask about a class, but the conversation continued beyond that. She knew I was dating Carly; we often talked about her. When it was time to hang up and go to sleep, we wished each other goodnight. Then, she said, “I love you.” I froze. We both froze. I never knew whether it was a Freudian slip on her part or a test for me.

“Nancy, -” I started to say.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy said quickly. “That just slipped out. I don’t know why. Please don’t tell Carly I said that.”

“I think that would be best.”

“Let’s forget I said that.”

“Alright,” I agreed. I think we both knew at that moment, though, that either of us forgetting what she had just said was impossible.

After we hung up, I went to bed. Lying in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, I thought about Nancy. I thought about Carly. I thought about how I felt. I wasn’t sure how I felt. If I had met Nancy first, I don’t know if I would ever have gotten to know Carly. On the other hand, I was in love with Carly and didn’t want to break up with her to pursue Nancy. I was very happy with what I had with Carly. Even if I did break up with Carly, there was no guarantee that I’d ever find as much happiness with Nancy.

I finally fell asleep after torturous hours thinking about the two girls in my life. It was ironic that most guys didn’t find the love I had found with one girl. I had two girls – too many girls – in my life. Morning arrived with me feeling tired from lack of sleep and with nothing resolved. I guess I thought Nancy was cute (she was that and more) and I liked being around her. I was also very much in love with Carly. I hadn’t thought about Nancy that way before last night. Well, maybe I had thought about it, but not really seriously. Not until she slipped up and said what she said. What if it wasn’t a slip? What if it was intentional? What if it was what she felt in her heart?

When I got to school, I went looking for Carly. I knew I’d see Nancy soon enough in the class we shared. I was feeling a little guilty but I wasn’t sure why. Nothing had happened. canlı casino siteleri I hadn’t done anything. Except thought about it.

I knew I still loved Carly. What I was afraid of was whether I was also starting to love Nancy. As more than a friend. As more than a very good friend.

Carly surprised me when she said, “What are you thinking so hard about?” with her usual cheerful smile. I hadn’t noticed her coming up. I tried not to show it but my facial expression probably revealed something of what was torturing me. I tried to pass it off but Carly wasn’t buying it.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

Is something wrong? Of course, but I couldn’t say that. I couldn’t tell her how confused I felt without hurting her. I tried to distract her by talking about other things, anything else. I needed some time to think. I also needed to talk to Nancy. The only thing I knew at that point was that I didn’t want to hurt Carly. I didn’t want to hurt our relationship.

Fortunately for me, it was soon time for class to begin so we had to go our separate ways. Carly’s homeroom was her theater class. Mine was my JROTC class. The one I shared with Nancy. The two classes were on opposite ends of the campus so I had a lot of time to think as I walked. I thought about it but I just didn’t know what I was going to say to Nancy. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to say anything to Nancy. Maybe it had been just a slip. Maybe I was making something out of nothing. If so, why was I worried about it?

It was Monday so the class looked like any other. It was on Wednesdays, when we wore our uniforms, that the whole tone changed. Out of uniform, dressed in blue jeans like all the other students, we weren’t all that different. Well, maybe a little more disciplined. I got there just as the bell was ringing. I took my usual seat next to Nancy but didn’t get to talk to her before the instructor walked in. We all stood and came to attention when he arrived, then took our seats.

The first topic was a reminder of the upcoming drill meet out of state. We were going to leave school on Friday morning and spend the day driving to the meet. We would compete on Saturday and drive home on Sunday. The male and female teams would both be competing. My heart skipped a beat when the implication of that reminder hit me. I was on the male team. Nancy was on the female team. We’d be together all weekend. I cast a sidelong glance at Nancy and saw she was smiling. I wasn’t sure if I was happy or scared.

Partway through the class, the instructor had to leave us to make some phone calls. We had some time to talk. Nancy turned to me.

“This is my first meet since I’ve started here. I think it will be fun.”

If she only knew what I was thinking.

“Nancy, about last night, …” I started.

Nancy looked around. No one was paying attention to us.

“I told you that was an accident. Forget about it.”

Was I convinced? Was she convinced? She continued.

“Look, we’re friends. I was tired. I got carried away and said something I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to do anything that might hurt Carly.” True, she and Carly were friends, and she knew I was dating Carly. Everyone knew I was dating Carly.

“I know that. It just surprised me, that’s all. I –”

Nancy silenced me by pressing her index finger to my lips. All I could think of at that moment was how Carly had done the very same thing to me a few months ago. Right before she kissed me for the first time.

“Forget it,” she said forcefully.

The instructor returned and began lecturing again, ending our conversation. After class, we always left together because our next classes were in the same direction. I remembered how I had helped her learn her way around when school started. After that, we still walked together and used the time to talk. This day, we didn’t talk. We walked in silence. When we got to where she turned to go to her class, she looked at me as she touched me on the arm.

“It’s OK, Sam. Don’t worry about it.” Then she was gone before I could reply. The feel of her hand on my arm lingered in my mind. She was in my thoughts the rest of the day.

I had lunch with Carly and did a better job of hiding my thoughts. She was getting excited about her upcoming play and she talked animatedly about that. I concentrated on what she was talking about and used that to keep from thinking about Nancy. Just before lunch was over, Carly asked about my upcoming trip.

“Are you going to be gone all weekend?”

“Yes, we leave Friday morning and we won’t get back until late Sunday night,” I told her.

“At least you get to cut classes on Friday,” she said. I nodded in agreement. “Will you call me when you get back?”

“It might be really late,” I warned her.

“Well, if it’s before 11, call me. Promise?”

“Sure,” I agreed. “I’ll miss you.”

The bell, every high school student’s bane, rang at that moment and we picked up the remains of our lunch. She kissed me quickly just before running off to her class, again in the opposite direction of mine. My heart was pounding as I relived that kiss. Then, all the activity around me reminded me that I also had to get to class.

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“Cara, honey?” said Jack Credy.

“Yes, Dad?”

“Remember the holiday surprise I mentioned? Well, it’s time I told you where we’re going. We have Crab Island Lodge – and Crab Island, of course – to ourselves for a week, from tomorrow.”

“Great!” Cara said, eyes shining.

“There’ll be me, your Mom, you and John, of course, but your aunt Jill and the twins are coming, too.”

“Double great! How many rooms?”

“Four; two doubles, two twins.” Her father grinned. “And no one else on the island. Once the boat leaves and we’re out of sight of anyone, you can take your clothes off and stay naked for the whole week if you want to.” Jack laughed. “I know what a sun-worshipper you are.” He laughed again. “Anyhow, I’m told it’s National Nude Day this week. The fourteenth.”

“Hey, great!” said Cara, grinning. She sobered and looked steadily at her father.”What about sex?”

Jack Credy flushed. “Everyone is over eighteen, or will be after John’s birthday tomorrow, so if there is any it’s by mutual consent.”

“Will you fuck me, Daddy?”

“Cara, honey, it’s wrong, but you know how much I’d like to, you minx.”

“‘Mutual consent’, you said. I vote ‘yes’. Your vote?”

“Yes, dammit. Whenever we can manage it.” Jack held up an admonitory finger. “But only if your Mom agrees.”

Cara grinned. “She does, I already asked her. She wants to fuck John for his birthday, she told me so.”

Jack snorted. God, the women in this family! It was clear where Cara got her libido.

“Did you ever fuck Aunt Jill, Daddy?”

Cara’s question took him by surprise and Jack frowned. “No, I never did. I think I wanted to, in fact I know I did, because your Aunt Jill was one tasty teenager.”

“She still is,” said Cara. “Tasty, I mean, not a teenager.”

“You know this for a fact, daughter of mine?”

Cara’s grin was pure mischief. “Not yet, Daddy.” She went out, the tick-tock of her firm ass in her tight shorts mesmerising to her father, pointed bra-less breasts jiggling lightly under her t-shirt.

Jack shook his head and went in search of his wife.

Molly Credy was busy in the kitchen, preparing food for the journey the following day. They knew that the lodge would be completely supplied with food and drink, so all they needed was fuel for the drive to the boat. Jack lifted the hair from Molly’s neck and kissed her nape.

“Mmm,” she murmured, “nice.”

Jack slipped his arms around her waist and Molly leaned back against him, twisting her head to kiss her husband’s jaw.

“Molly?”

“Mmm?”

“Cara tells me you’re planning to bed our son for his birthday.”

“Yes. It’s okay, isn’t it? I know Cara has the hots for you, sweetheart, so I figured I’d give her free access while I find out what our son is like in bed.”

“No, I don’t mind.” Jack slid his hands up under his wife’s sweater and cupped her bra-clad breasts. He could feel the nipples responding instantly to his gentle caress. “I guess the chance to have Cara will be one I’d like. Very much, in fact. I hope she takes after you in bed.”

Molly chuckled. “I gave her a few pointers.”

“Did you now? Well, I can admit it freely, the two of you have got me all stirred up.”

Molly slid her hand behind her and grasped Jack’s prick lightly through his slacks. “Oh, yes! So we have.” She turned to face him, lacing her arms around his neck and kissing her husband’s nose. “Go upstairs; get undressed and wait for me. I’ll just put a cover over this food then we’ll have ourselves a nice slow fuck. How would you like that?”

“Woman, you know I love it when you say things like that. Don’t be long.”

“I won’t.”

In their bedroom Jack undressed quickly and lay on the bed. His prick was half-hard and he reached down and grasped it, stroking, pumping lightly until it was hard and ready. A few moments later Molly came into the room. She paused.

“Oh, my, Jack, but that does look good.”

“And so do you. Get naked, wife.”

Molly grinned, reaching for the hem of her sweater. It was just moments before she was naked and she knelt over her husband, bending quickly to take him into her generous mouth. Jack hissed his breath in as Molly let him feel her teeth when she let his hardness slip from her mouth.

“That should be wet enough,” she murmured as she shuffled forward on her knees, took him in a light grasp and guided him into her soaking slit as she lowered herself slowly onto him, wriggling lightly to seat him firmly within herself. “Ahh,” she murmured, “you feel fucking great, Jack.” She bent forward and gave him a light kiss. “But then, you always do.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I aim to please.”

“Well, you’re at least partly on target.”

“Only partly?”

“Jill ‘phoned yesterday, when you were at work.”

“And what did my dear sister have to say?”

“She was asking about the arrangements for the week.” Molly began to rise and fall on Jack’s prick, letting him come almost out of her warm and welcoming wetness before sliding down again casino oyna and filling herself.

“So, what did you tell her?” Jack was curious, because Molly didn’t usually bother him with anything so trivial. He knew there must be something else.

“Oh, just the general arrangements, which as you well know she already knew.”

“So why the call?”

“She sounded down, so I asked her. She pretended she didn’t want to say anything but I’ve known her too long and I got it out of her.”

“So what’s bugging little sister?”

“Sex. Or rather the absence of it, in Jill’s case. She says she hasn’t been laid since the divorce.”

Jack whistled. “That’s almost two years. A lifetime, for someone as horny as my sister.”

Molly chuckled, never ceasing her movement. “That’s more or less what Jill said, but it gets worse. Or better.”

“How so?”

“She came home early from work, heard a noise and went into Sarah’s bedroom – found her and Greg ‘fucking like rabbits’, to use Jill’s phrase.”

“Ah.”

“Ah, indeed.”

“What did she do?”

Molly chuckled. “You know Jill. She went up like a balloon, then calmed down and they talked about it. Upshot is, Sarah and Greg were told to be careful that no-one except Jill could catch them, and Jill went to bed that night with a raging case of hormones and daughter-jealousy.” Stopping her movements, Molly cocked her head and looked at her husband.

“What?” Jack said. “I was just starting to feel really good, the way I always do when you’re on top.”

“Jill.”

“What about Jill?”

“If you get the chance, fuck her.”

“Just like that?”

“I sowed the seed. I suggested that you might be willing to help her out. I think she likes the idea. She certainly didn’t say no.”

“Sarah, too?” asked Jack in a tone of mock resignation.

“Why not? If she wants it. Your daughter, your sister and your niece. A nice triple whammy to look forward to, eh?”

“And what are my son and my nephew going to be doing? John gets at least one crack at you, o sexy one, but what about Greg?”

“He can have me, too, if he wants.” Molly grinned. “It would be nice to take them both on at once.”

Jack laughed. “Okay. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to satisfy sexually the males in the party,” he intoned in his best ‘Mission Impossible’ voice.

Molly grinned. “Do my best.”

“Your best would probably kill the boys. Settle for ‘fantastic’.”

Molly began to move again. “All this talk of sex is making me feel even more horny, so let’s see if we can’t have ourselves a whammy of our own.”

Jack grinned. “Amen to that.”

A few minutes later Cara, listening through the partly opened door of her parents’ bedroom, her shorts and panties around her ankles, two fingers buried in her soaking pussy, the fingers of her other hand teasing her clitoris, heard her mother give the short, tight, quavering moans that she knew meant her mom was coming hard, followed very soon by the grunts of her father as he climaxed deep in Molly’s pussy. The sounds pushed Cara over the edge and she shuddered to her own climax in the hallway.

Breakfast next morning was the good-natured bedlam that the Credy household usually endured on a Saturday, made more so by the fact that it was John’s birthday. The usual small gifts were there, but John was unnaturally quiet when he’d unwrapped the box labelled ‘from Mom, Dad and Cara’ to reveal a Canon EOS digital SLR body.

“We thought you might like that,” Jack said. “It means you can use your existing lenses and now you have the choice of conventional or digital images.”

“I don’t know what to say,” John said. “Thank you all.”

“I’ll give you a bonus, little brother,” Cara said with a grin.

“What?”

“When we get to the island, find a nice place and you can shoot me nude.”

“Deal?” John said, sticking out his hand.

“Deal,” Cara said, taking his hand and shaking it.

“Hey, good idea, Cara, honey. You can shoot me nude, too, if you’d like, son,” said Molly. “I’ll see if I can persuade your Aunt Jill and Sarah, too.”

“That would be fantastic,” John said, weakly.

“Sarah will, I’m pretty sure,” Cara said. “Come on, people, let’s get this lot cleared up and then we can go!”

Getting a family of four moving isn’t always a simple task, but everyone was eager for this particular holiday trip and they were soon on the road. Four hours driving got them to the port and their baggage on board the cruiser which would take them to the island. Jill and the twins were already on board when they arrived so as soon as everything was stowed they were off. It was a two-hour trip to the island, but the weather was calm, warm – hot, rather – and by six that evening they had had the layout and necessary controls explained and were left to their own devices.

“Okay, everyone, listen up,” Jack said. “Room allocations. Molly and I will take the first double. Jill, you take the other. Greg and John, take the nearest twin, you slot oyna girls the other. Everyone okay with that?” Jack laughed. “I say ‘twin’ but I know how big those beds are!”

“It’ll do for starters, Dad,” Cara said with a meaningful glance at Sarah, for the two girls had had their heads together since they met up on the boat. Sarah giggled.

“Right, dump your gear and then come back down and we’ll get supper. The island is private, we’re the only ones here and I know the girls want to get all-over tans, so clothing is optional. Besides which, it’s National Nude Day this week. Any questions?”

“National Nude Day?” said Jill. “Whatever next?”

“What’s for supper?” John said.

Jill laughed. “Not quite the answer I expected.”

“Dump your gear and come and find out,” Molly said tartly to her son, picking up her own bag.

When the group reassembled some ten minutes later, Cara and Sarah were both totally nude, and blushing slightly from the attention of each other’s brother, Jack was wearing loose shorts, as was Molly, her breasts uncovered and the cause of furtive – and not so furtive – looks from the boys. Jill came down wearing shorts and a bikini top, but after sitting quietly for a while, reached behind and unhooked her bikini top, casting it aside, Greg and John taking quick appraising looks while trying not to stare. Greg and John wore shorts, but after a whispered conversation with the girls, took them off, each revealing a semi-erect prick and a flush which threatened to cover their whole bodies.

“How did you manage to get them naked?” Molly asked Cara.

“We told them ‘no sex unless you strip’,” Cara said, grinning at her mother.

“Ah. Sex. John’s mine first, sweetie.”

“I know, Mom, that’s okay, I can wait. Daddy had better watch out, though.”

“You’ll have to wait there, too, I’m afraid. Your Aunt Jill let me persuade her that it would be a good idea to fuck her brother and scratch the ‘no sex for two years’ itch she’s been pretending she didn’t have.”

Cara laughed and shrugged, a pretty pout on her face. “I guess Greg just got lucky. Me and Sarah.”

Molly laughed. “Lucky Greg, indeed. Don’t kill him, honey, we might need him later.”

Supper was an animated occasion as the seven of them sat down to a chicken salad, chosen because of its simplicity in preparation, accompanied by a jug of white-wine spritzers. Jack enjoyed having four pairs of female breasts on show for his admiration and found it hard to keep his eyes off his sister, for he hadn’t seen Jill’s breasts uncovered since she was a teenager. They didn’t seem to be any less attractive now, almost twenty-five years later. Her daughter, Sarah, was slightly better endowed than her mother and Jack pondered briefly on the possibility of getting both mother and daughter in bed with him at the same time. Perhaps…

John and Greg seemed equally fascinated by the display and Jack noticed that each of the boys seemed to be paying more attention to his mother than any of the other women. The fascination of forbidden fruit, Jack wondered. Probably. He laughed wryly to himself. He was spending more time looking at his sister, her daughter and his own daughter than his own wife. He caught Molly’s eye and she smiled, giving him a quick wink when no one was looking.

After supper was done and the dishes washed, they all moved into the lounge area of the lodge and collapsed into various chairs and couches. Molly signalled to Cara.

“Ask John to come here, will you, sweetie?”

John came over still laughing at a joke Greg had told. “Yeah, Mom, what is it?”

“John, honey, I have another birthday present for you.”

“Cool! What?”

“Me.”

“Huh?”

“Me, honey. I want to take you to bed and let you try your best to get back where you came from.”

“Huh?”

“I want to fuck you, baby. Or have you fuck me. Whichever.”

John stared at his mother. “You serious?”

Molly nodded. “Sure am, baby. A special present for the new man in this family. Anyway, you have a very useful looking prick there and I’d like to try it for size.” Molly reached out and gave John’s slowly-thickening prick an affectionate squeeze.

“Does Dad know?”

“He certainly does, honey. He’s going to see if he can help your Aunt Jill forget her divorce.”

John grinned. “If he fucks her the way he fucks you we’ll all know.”

“Been listening, have you?”

Her son flushed and made a rueful face. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Come on, we’re using our room.” Molly reached out and took John’s hand and led him upstairs.

The only surprise in the group remaining was on Greg and Sarah’s faces. Cara stood and went over to them. “The only people who aren’t sorted out yet are us. Greg, do you want to fuck Sarah, do you want to fuck me, or do you want to fuck both of us?”

Sarah grinned as she watched the dawning realisation on her brother’s face. “Come on, Greg. Both is your easiest choice, ‘cos neither Cara nor me was ready to go to bed alone tonight.” canlı casino siteleri She reached out and took her brother’s right hand, Cara took his left and the three teenagers went off together, Greg’s prick rising as he moved.

Alone in the living-room, Jill looked at her brother, a flush on her face. She shook her head slightly. “I don’t know, Jack, I’m just not ready yet.”

“No sweat, sis.” Jack held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” Jill reached out, he took her hand and they went out onto the deck together. Jack paused, then unsnapped his shorts, slid them off and threw them onto a lounger. He grinned at Jill. “If you do say ‘yes’, I want to be ready, sis. I’ve wanted this for over twenty years.”

Jill stared at him, her gaze searching his face, flicking quickly down to his half-erect prick, a flush on her face, accentuated by the evening sunlight. “You have?” she whispered.

“Remember, when you were seventeen and I came into the bathroom when you were drying yourself?”

“Yes?” A whisper.

“I thought then you were the loveliest creature I’d ever seen. I’d still include you in my top four.”

Jill laughed, almost naturally. “And the other three?”

“You know who. Molly, Cara and Sarah, of course,” Jack grinned. “You could still pass for Sarah’s sister, you know.”

Jill snorted. “Pull the other one.” She gazed at him for a long moment, then reached to the waistband of her shorts, loosening the snap, lowering the zip, stepping clear as they fell. Her panties were a wisp of lace and she ripped them off, discarding the ruins. “Right here, Jack, now,” she whispered.

Jack reached out and Jill moved into his embrace, raising her face for his kiss, a ragged breath lifting her breasts. As their lips met she moaned deep in her throat and clutched at him, her lips moving urgently against his. The kiss was fierce, torrid, leaving them both gasping. Jack’s hands came up and cupped Jill’s breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, her hard nipples. She moaned into the kiss, her hands moving down, grasping him, fumbling the length of his erection.

“Now, Jack, now,” she moaned, “I have to have you.”

Jack bent and picked Jill up, moving to a foam mattress laid on the deck for sunbathing, lowering his sister gently to it. As she felt her weight taken Jill threw her legs apart and Jack knelt between them, his weight on one outstretched arm, his prick, his now super-hard prick, in his hand, angling it to Jill’s opening, feeling her wetness around the head, inviting, welcoming . . .

Jill groaned as she felt Jack enter her, raising her hips to meet him, her hands clawing at his back.

“Oh, Jesus, that feels good. That feels so fucking good. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me hard.”

Jack pushed forward, sinking himself into his sister’s streaming pussy, smelling her heat and arousal, feeling the sweat beginning to build between them. His rhythm was strong, his stroke long and Jill was soon panting, little yips uttering from between clenched teeth, each breath a gasp. Her hands were fluttering on Jack’s back and he could feel Jill tensing until suddenly she screamed in his ear, a wrenching orgasm rippling through her. Gradually the tumult eased as Jack kept up a slow stroke, feeling the pulsing clamps of Jill’s climax easing.

Jill reached up and kissed Jack lightly, still breathing heavily. “It wasn’t just you that wanted this, Jack, I wanted it too, ever since that same night when you caught me. I think it was the desire in your eyes. It really turned me on, and I’ve been kinda fighting it ever since.”

Jack grinned at his sister. “Worth the wait?”

“Fuck, yes!” She squeezed down on him. “Get riding again, Jack, I want to feel you come and then we’ve both laid the demon and scratched the itch.” Jill laughed softly. “Then we’ll go upstairs, get you good and hard and do it all over again, just for pure pleasure.”

* * * * *

In the bedroom, Molly led John over to the bed and pushed gently at him until he was sprawled on his back. His prick was stiff, erect and Molly reached out and squeezed it gently, then sat herself on the edge of the bed beside him. She smiled at her son.

“Are you okay with this, hon?”

John smiled, nodding. “Yeah, Mom, but I’m shaking just thinking about it.”

“Fear?” she asked anxiously.

John grinned. “Shit, no. Anticipation!”

“Are you still a virgin?” Molly asked in as neutral a tone she could manage. Please let him say ‘yes’.

John flushed. “Yes, Mom, I am.”

Molly smiled. “Not for long. How excited are you?”

“Very.”

“Thought so, whch means I have to get you off as quick as possible so that we can take our time. Lie back, baby, and let Mom play.”

Molly stood and shucked off her shorts, then bent over and before John realised what was happening his prick was halfway down his mom’s throat. Molly Credy was a consummate cocksucker and almost before he knew it John could feel the tingle deep inside him. The fact that on every down stroke his mother’s chin was touching his thigh as she crouched beside him didn’t hurt, nor the lazy circles that her tongue was playing on his erection. Soon, way too soon, John could feel his orgasm rising from deep inside.

“Mom! You’re going to make me come!”

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It was nearly midday as I drifted into consciousness. Sally was still asleep lying on her front next to me. One of us must have gotten too warm in the night, as the covers were more off than on us. I lay there contemplating the previous 24 hrs admiring the white satin mound that was my sister’s panty covered ass realising what a monumental list of firsts I had encountered.

I had thought Hilary’s orgasm in the disco was a watershed moment but that paled into insignificance compared to the rest of the night! I had made love to two gorgeous young women both of which had seemingly enjoyed my inexperienced ministrations. I had slept all night with a woman for the first time all be it that woman was my sister! This was something I was still wrestling with. If I wasn’t before, I was definitely now a dyed in the wool panty freak, I absolutely adored the look and feel of a pussy or an ass in panties and my favourites were always going to be bikini briefs, cotton, silk, satin or nylon I was hooked!

The sight of Sally’s lovely ass encased in white satin did nothing to disavow me of that opinion either. I did have concerns about the line Sally and I had crossed though and hoped that we would both be able to deal with it sensibly. I knew or thought I knew, that I felt incredibly close to Sally probably closer than ever before but also knew it would go no further than it had done and would remain a one off. These thoughts however did not stop me from moving closer to Sally and gently stroking her satin covered ass, the firm roundness of her cheeks under the softness of the satin were wonderful.

“Mmmm that’s nice, what are you after eh Mike?” Sally sighed half asleep. “You seem to have a thing for my ass little Bro.”

“I’m not after anything Sis,” I replied. “But I will admit, you now have a lifelong admirer of your ass.”

Sally laughed “Well you’ll have to keep that to yourself Brother dear because last night and today are our secret I don’t want anybody spoiling what we’ve experienced between us!”

I had heard the shower going earlier and could now hear movements around the flat and a lot of giggling.

“I wonder what those two are up to,” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I guess we should think about getting up and having a shower ourselves,” Sally replied. “First though how are you feeling after last night Mike?”

“A little self-conscious I guess, being in bed with my half naked sister!” I replied. “But then again, she is an absolute babe! So, I guess pretty much okay, if a little concerned or confused I’m not sure which or both. What about you, how are you feeling? I asked.

“You know what Mike, I feel good, I feel like I’ve got something out of my system, scratched an itch or something like that. I am comfortable I can deal with what happened and I don’t regret any part of it.” She replied.

“I think I can too, although I guess I will always be a little bothered that we let it happen, on the other hand it seemed fate dealt us a hand that we had little choice but to play out?”

“It’s going to be a special memory Mike, we will be closer than ever now, last night will bind us together like never before.” Sally said with a catch in her voice and taking me in her arms and holding me tight.

“I love you Sis, I love you so much.” I said “Oh yeah and I love your panty covered ass as well!” I chuckled.

“Well enjoy it now Bro because it’s all mine after today! Time for a shower methinks and let’s see those other two tarts are up to?” Sally said Laughing and moving to get off the bed.

Sally slipped in to a short silk robe that did little to cover much but did look very sexy, her panties visible through the thin material, her nipples pushing against the silky robe.

“Come here Sis,” I said. “I need a hug!”

Sally sauntered over to me looking sexy as hell, her robe a little loose at the front showing plenty of cleavage and the front of her panties clearly on view. I took her in my arms, one hand going straight to her ass, the silkiness of her robe sliding over her satin panties, a sensation I will never tire of, panties felt through the softness of a slip or robe or silk dress is one of the joys of being a panty lover.

“A Hug! More like a grope!” Sally laughed. “You just wanted to get hold of my ass again!”

“Not just your ass.” I chuckled as I also took her satin covered breast in my hand. “You are beautiful and I want to remember this moment forever.”

My cock had been twitching for a while now, however the feel of Sally’s breasts through the satin of her robe tipped the old fella over the edge causing him to stand smartly to attention.

“Jesus Mike what are you going to do with that?” Sally asked, “I need a shower right now not to be skewered by your dick!” She was laughing as she said this, but this did not stop her taking hold of it giving a quick stroke.

“I need a shower too Sal, maybe I could join you to save time? I said this with no real expectation of her agreeing to this.

“And how will showering with me get casino oyna rid of that?” She asked pointing at my cock.

“I don’t know Sis, but I do know you and I both need a shower, the girls are already up and about so let’s just get on with it huh?”

“Alright then, come on let’s go clean up.” She said opening the bedroom door and stepping across the landing to the bathroom.

I followed Sally into the bathroom closing the door behind me, Sally was turning the taps of the shower on adjusting the temperature. She untied her robe and slipping it off her shoulders, put her fingers in the waistband of her panties sliding them down over her thighs and on down her legs. As she stepped out of them, her breasts hung provocatively as she bent forward, seeing Sally naked was nothing new, however since last night there were things I noticed that I simply hadn’t before.

She turned and stepping into the bath moved under the stream of hot water, wetting her hair and taking the soap in her hand she started to lather herself. I stood watching for a moment before taking my pyjama bottoms off and joining her. My erection had subsided a little, my cock now only semi hard, I took the soap from Sally and began to lather myself.

“Let me do your back,” I said and not waiting for a reply I started soaping her back all the way down over her ass and down her the back of her legs. On the way back up I paid some more attention to her ass enjoying the feel of the slippery soap moving over those glorious firm mounds of flesh.

It seemed instinctively Sally parted her legs, so I moved my hand between them soaping her warm pussy as the water flowed between her legs. After a minute or so I stood up putting my arms around her, soaping and massaging her tits, with my cock no longer at half-mast it was pressing hard between her ass cheeks.

“Mike,” Sally moaned, “We came here to shower not screw!”

“I’m not trying to screw you Sis, honest!” I replied.

Truth was, I had not intended to do anything other than have a shower, however, the one thing a guy my age has no control over is his cock or when it might rise to the occasion! Sally turned round and taking the soap away from me started to wash me…

“We’ve had our moment Mike,” Sally said looking me in the eyes and taking my cock in her hand started soaping it. “Now what on earth are we going to do with this, have you got no control over it all?”

“It appears not Sis, and if you keep that up, there’s going to be an accident,” I chuckled.

“Mike, right now there is nothing more I would like than a hard cock inside me, I’m just not sure that it’s what we both want at this moment?” Saying this didn’t stop her working my cock or moving her pussy toward the head of it.

The water was still pouring over us, putting my hand down I cupped Sally’s pussy, two fingers sliding easily inside her. The warmth and dampness I was feeling had nothing to do with the shower, it was obvious she was very aroused.

“Mmmm Oh my god Mike what are we doing?” She moaned.

“Nothing at the moment Sal, nothing we can’t stop anyway.”

“Shit Mike, I don’t think I want it to stop, I want you inside me. Is that wrong? I don’t believe I ever thought this would actually happen.”

Sally had lifted herself up on her toes and was now rubbing her pussy on the head of my cock, which was teasing the entrance of her passage partially slipping in only as far as our standing position would allow.

With water still cascading down on us Sally seemed to have made her decision as she turned and leaning forward took my cock between her legs and guided its head to the entrance of her pussy. She moved back a little, and that was it, I was sliding into my Sister as she let out a long throaty moan.

Sally pushed hard against me meeting every thrust of mine the feeling very intense and in no time both of us were gripped by our impending climaxes. With a final frenzy of thrusts I came, my legs almost buckling under me as I held Sally’s hips pulling her hard onto my erupting cock. Sally was moaning and shuddering as she experienced her own orgasm, As my climax subsided I leaned forward lying my head on her back and taking her hanging breasts in my hand allowing the water to flow over us and maybe wash away our sins?

“Oh my god Mike that was beautiful! Probably wrong but beautiful none the less,” She said with a tremble. “Now where’s the soap got to, I think maybe it’s time to finish what we came here to do!”

I slid out of Sally’s wet pussy as she slowly stood and turning round held me tight kissing me as the water continued to flow over us. Bending down Sally picked up the soap and started to wash my rapidly diminishing cock…

“Ah Mike don’t you love me anymore?” She teased.

“Obviously more than I should Sis,” I replied “How wrong is what we’ve just done Sal?” I asked.

“Last night and just now stays between us Mike and leaves any judgement calls right here with us, you and I both know it’s wrong but as we’ve already said it felt slot oyna right and natural to us and that’s fine by me!” she said. “Now if we don’t get out of this shower soon I’m going to turn into a prune, so come on bro hurry up!”

Turning the taps off Sally stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel starting to dry her hair, I followed her out and taking another towel went over and started to dry her…

“Right or wrong Sal, I don’t care I love you and will remember all of this with no regrets.” I said softly drying her all over.

Both dry now and with towels wrapped around us we hopped across to the bedroom to get dressed, although dressed was a bit of a misnomer as we intended to slop around for the rest of the day. I put a t-shirt and trackie bottoms on while Sally pulled on a pretty pair of white cotton panties and a longish t-shirt although not so long as to hide her ass cheeks as she walked in front of me as we went out to find Diane and Julie.

We walked into the lounge to find Sally’s small dining table had been set for breakfast even though it was well past midday.

“Hey sleepy heads you ready for something to eat?” Diane called from the kitchen.

“Absolutely starving!” I called back “You want a hand?”

“No, everything’s under control here hand here, just sit yourself down, we’ll be out in a minute.”

Julie was the first one out of the kitchen a jug of coffee and orange juice, however it was a while before I noticed what was in her hands. She was wearing a white chiffon babydoll nightdress, I say wearing, as this is an overstatement, the minute piece of material she was almost wearing, was completely see through and impossibly short. The edges and hem of the babydoll being trimmed with white satin, with a white satin tie at the front just under her boobs and was open beyond that. Underneath she was wearing what I assumed to be matching white satin panties, and was looking an absolute vision of sexiness. Certainly, she had to be up there with the very horniest breakfast waitress on the face of the earth! That was until the next vision of loveliness walked in with a couple of plates of food!

Diane was attired very differently and swept into the room like a Greek goddess, she was wearing a stunning soft yellow full-length nightdress and matching peignoir, (I have since learned that is what they are called!) I am unsure of the material, however it was both delicate and semi-transparent, enough for me to see that she was wearing panties of some sort. The only way to describe Diane’s entrance into the room was that she floated in on a wave of elegance that completely took my breath away, you couldn’t choose two more contrasting outfits one overtly sexy and the other elegant and classy but still incredibly sexy!

“My god you both look stunning,” I stammered. “This is a hotel I’ll be recommending to my friends if these are the staff uniforms!”

“Put your tongue a way and close your mouth,” Laughed Diane. “Anyone would think you’d never seen a woman in her nightdress before!”

“Yeah well, nothing like you two that’s for sure!” I said. “You’ve never worn anything like that when you’ve stayed with us in the past and I don’t think I’ve ever seen my Mum or Sally in anything similar, have I Sis?”

“I do have one or two nice things I guess you’ve just not noticed them before. I must say I’m feeling just a little under dressed right now! Maybe I’ll change after we’ve had breakfast, what do you think girls?” Sally said grinning.

“I think you definitely should!” I said

“I wasn’t asking you bro, I wanted the ladies here views not yours.” Sally replied.

“Oh I think the occasion maybe calls for a little more effort on your part, so yes I think you should change after brekkie.” Julie sniggered.

“Yep I’m with Julie, definitely something more than a t-shirt is necessary.” Diane said.

“You’ll have to do better as well Mike.” Julie said.

“Well pardon me for not bringing my silk pyjamas and smoking jacket!” I huffed, “So I’m afraid what you see, is what you get ladies!”

“Silk pyjamas! Why didn’t I think of that?” Giggled Diane. “I just happen to have a satin pair with me you can borrow.”

“Just one minor point Diane! The last time I looked I was a man and therefore women’s pyjamas are of no use to me!” I said firmly.

“Let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold, then we’ll decide what you are, or are not, going to be wearing young man!” Diane said with a mischievous grin.

Diane floated back out to the kitchen returning with Julie and the rest of our breakfast. Despite my hunger, I struggled to concentrate on my food with Diane and Julie sitting at the table like a pair of Sirens drawing me to them, my eyes drawn like magnets to their breasts as they both sat nonchalantly eating their breakfast.

We finished eating and started to clear the table, I followed Diane & Julie out to the kitchen like a lapdog completely entranced by their respective outfits fascinated by the differing appeal of each. Julie’s canlı casino siteleri babydoll screamed, “Hey! I’m one sexy honey come and get me!” Whereas Diane’s said, “Hello darling, come up and see me some time.” I loved them both.

Once everything was cleared away, we went back into the lounge where Sally had put some music on but was still wearing her t-shirt.

“Sally, why don’t you go and find something a little more alluring to wear, then we can see what we are going to sort out for Mike.” Diane said as Sally disappeared down the corridor to her bedroom.

“Whoa! Stop right there ladies, I have already said I don’t have anything else to wear and I am not wearing any of your clothes! I’m not a poof for heaven’s sake!” I protested.

“Mike, come and sit next to me here,” Diane said softly but firmly. “Now tell me, did you enjoy your birthday yesterday?”

“Silly question Di, it was mind blowing, I have never had an experience like it, utterly amazing! I can’t thank you enough!” I said.

At that moment, Sally came back into the room wearing an ivory coloured satin nightdress, very short and delicate with string straps revealing a serious amount of cleavage. Whilst not quite as short as her t-shirt had been, it would still have the ability to show off her panties if she were not careful.

She sat down next to me on the sofa and immediately the hem rode up her legs exposing the front of her white panties. Julie had pulled one of the floor cushions over and lounged in front of us.

“Looking good Sal, very sexy!” Julie purred.

“So tell us Mike, what you learnt, from all your new experiences yesterday?” Asked Diane.

“I’m not sure what you mean or what you are really asking.” I replied.

“Well to start with, do you think we three are lesbians?”

“No, of course not why would I?”

“Because we’ve all had sex with each other in the past, last night you saw us together, so surely we must be?”

“Well… ah…no, you were just enjoying the moment I thought it was very natural.”

“So, what makes you think that wearing my satin pyjamas makes you a poof?”

“It’s pretty obvious isn’t it? I’m a bloke and they are YOUR satin pyjamas, why would I wear girl’s clothes?” I said.

“Men have silk pyjamas, what’s the difference?” Giggled Julie.

“Because they are men’s silk pyjamas, NOT women’s!”

“Touch Sally’s boob and tell me what it feels like.” Diane asked.

“What?”

“Please Mike, do as I ask, caress Sally’s breasts.”

“But she’s my sister!” I stuttered.

Oh Please Mike,” Diane sighed. “Julie and I are your sister’s closest friends, and if you think we are unaware of what happened between you two last night then think again!”

I was horrified and speechless, and looking between Julie and Diane I slowly turned to Sally who nodded with a wry grin.

“Sally,” I groaned. “Why didn’t you tell me they knew?”

“Mike, what happened between us last night was not planned, but I’m also not surprised that it did, and neither I am surprised that these two guessed. Particularly as Diane has had her own experience with her brother.” Said Sally.

“It’s true Mike, Diane replied, her hand stroking my leg. Live and let live is my motto and we are so close you are like a second brother to me!”

“Yeah its cool Mike, really it is,” Julie said smiling sweetly.

“Right, now that’s all sorted? Mike please caress Sally’s boob!” Diane said with some authority.

“If you insist,” I said. “But I still don’t get what you are up to?”

“I want to try and prove a point Mike, just humour me please.”

Giving in I turned and gently caressed Sally’s breasts and as earlier the feel of the soft satin and her firm breasts underneath was glorious, especially as her nipples reacted to my touch.

“How does that feel Mike? Do you like the feel of satin covered boobs, hmm?”

“Yes, it’s a lovely sensation.”

“You just carry on, I’ll be back in a minute.” Diane said.

The next thing I knew was Diane standing behind the sofa with a pair of silky type panties in her hand which she started to rub over my face and neck.

“Does that feel nice Mike?” She asked.

“Yeah sure it does, but what’s your point?”

“Why should you have all the fun? Why shouldn’t we enjoy feeling you through soft and silky material hmm? I want to feel your hard cock in my pyjama bottoms, in fact I think you should put my panties on first!” She sniggered.

“No chance!” I said. “Maybe! Just maybe! I might have indulged you with your pyjama bottoms and that’s still very unlikely, but your panties? No chance lady! No chance at all!”

“Mmmm, I think I’d like to play with you wearing Diane’s panties.” Chuckled Julie.

“Well you can just keep thinking about it because it’s not going to happen OK!” I blustered.

I was starting to get more and more nervous about where this was going and whether I actually had any real control over these women! Worryingly I was starting to be aware of the fact that for all my protestations, I was also just a little curious as well.

Diane was leaning over me now her hand down the front of my t-shirt rubbing her panties over my chest, I could feel her breasts on the back of my neck.

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At High School, she was the girl that every guy wanted. I get a virtual hard on every time I think of how she looked back then, thirty years ago. She was fucking awesome!

She took a fancy to me, this older guy, and I took great delight in popping her cherry.. Inevitably, she got pregnant, we married and she bore me two more fine kids.

We love each other and would never part, but kids leave home, life moves on and things change.

Debbie is now in her early fifties and I am realising that being the older man is not such a good thing in the autumn of your life.

She has always been insatiable in the sack and, if I’m honest, I struggled to keep up with her sex drive as soon as I hit my forties.

Now, she is lucky if I can manage a few times a year, let alone a few times a day, and I’m sympathetic to her situation.

Debbie had revitalised herself since giving up work. Corporate lunches and hours spent staring at a laptop had piled on the pounds. Weight and age had taken it’s toll on her body and one day she realised that she had started dressing to hide her body, rather than show it off as she once did.

The realisation dawned that she needed to make the effort to reverse the years of neglect, or accept old age gracefully. The latter, Debbie exclaimed, was not an option so, after six months of healthy eating and regular exercise, Debbie recovered her sexy looks and turned mens heads once more.

They were grey heads mostly, but I had noticed a few young guys staring at her breasts in the supermarket recently, so clearly she still had what it takes.

I now admire her body when she undresses for bed. Those once pert and firm breasts are now softer, but larger; more beautiful to me than any young girls breasts, I adore the feel of them in my hands and love to suck those nipples, feeling them stiffen as her breasts grow firm when excitement grows within her. Those broad hips push toward me and her breathing quickens in expectation.

It’s at this stage that I fail to rise to the occasion and then feel wretched at being unable to fully satisfy my beautiful wife, leaving her to finish the job herself or bringing her off with my tongue.

i know this is not enough, but can do nothing about it. Herbal pills and lotions don’t work; cock rings worked briefly, but no longer, and Viagra is not an option due to my health.

I travel routinely for work, spending alternate weeks away from home, and I frankly welcome that time away from Debbie. It allows me to avoid the guilt of being unable to satisfy my wife in bed and I can relax and read a book in peace.

When I’m home, we talk about the situation regularly and although Debbie has always been kind and understanding, she recently told me, with brutal honesty, that she feels constantly horny and that she was struggling to contain her desires.

That admission confirmed my own thoughts, but only served to compound my guilt and to make me worry about our relationship.

I knew that her admission meant that she could no longer tolerate the black hole in our sex life and I wondered where our life would go from here.

I couldn’t bring myself to finish the conversation that night, but a few days later Debbie gently brought up the subject once more, so we sat down with a botle of wine to discuss how we could change things and prevent our marriage falling apart.

Debbie pulled no punches and told me what she wanted from life and how she hoped to achieve it.

She wanted the freedom to take not one, but several lovers.

I was obviously shocked at this suggestion and initially that I could not, and would not, tolerate that.

I was expecting Debbie to suggest taking one man into her bed, assuming that she had somebody in mind, and I was willing to accept that, as long as she was discrete and honest with me about the depth of her involvement. As I told her this my heart was thumping as my anger grew, even just talking about the possibility.

She answered by telling me that her libido had accelerated in recent years and she found herself desperate for sex at every hour of the day. A number of guys at her office had hit on her in recent years and she had been desperate at times to give in to their advances, having to slip out to the ladies room to masturbate and ease her desires.

The mens advances had continued and her ability to resist them was fading fast, so she decided to give up work. It would have been easy for her to get laid every day, but she had no desire for quickies in a meeting room, or a knee trembler in the parking lot, as well as the inevitable risk to her professional reputation illegal bahis if the affairs were discovered.

Debbie wanted full control over her sexual encounters and she also wanted me to consent to her behaviour.

She went on to tell me that she thought of nothing else but sex, during every waking hour and she constantly craved the touch of a man.

She doubted that one man could satisfy her needs without getting too involved in our life and she was adamant that she wanted zero emotional involvement, which could risk wrecking our life together.

I was touched that she loved me so much, but totally shocked that she was so brazen about openly wanting to give herself to any strange man for sex alone.

My mind was torn apart. I have always been sympathetic to her desires and desperately wanted to help her in any way that I could. I love this woman so much that I could forgive her anything and would allow her as much freedom as she needed, but the thought of her being fucked by a string of guys made me feel physically sick.

After some pointless objections from me, which made no difference to her decision, I ran out of arguments so tried to push Debbie into finding fault in her decision by asking how she expected it to work in practice.

Debbie had a plan and had clearly thought it through over a long period of time. She would pick up strange men when the desire got too much, ensuring complete anonymity and making sure that she never went back to the same man twice. This, she had decided, made the relationship fleeting and anonymous, with no potential for emotional involvement.

I was worried about the potential risks and instead suggested the possibility of a number of men known to us, who I knew would be happy to satiate her desires and whom we could at least trust, but Debbie once again said that she did not want to risk wrecking our, or any of our friends relationships, so dismissed that idea out of hand.

She was right of course and I was glad she thought that way, as several of our male friends had routinely made it clear that they desired her over the years. Parties were always a challenge, as drunken husbands and single guys had routinely made passes at Debbie, causing me to get into more than one fight.

Debbie had always rejected such advances, but she now admitted that her defences might not hold out much longer and she couldn’t bear the thought of betraying a friend.

I couldn’t bring myself to agree though and argued until I was blue in the face, but Debbie was adamant that she could not tolerate abstenance any longer. Clearly something had to be done so, after much discussion and personal angst, I finally gave in and reluctantly agreed for Debbie to experience sex with a stranger on one occasion only. We would then take stock of the experience and discuss things once more.

I had no desire to watch my wife seduced, but Debbie insisted that I accompanied her for this first encounter. The thought horrified me, but she knew that she would feel vulnerable and wanted some protection so I agreed, despite my reluctance.

Two weeks later, within minutes of my return from yet another work trip, Debbie asked if I was ready for her to start her adventures and seemed slightly surprised when I agreed straight away. In truth, I was shattered after the journey and would have agreed to anything to be allowed to take a shower and go to bed.

“Oh, right. You’re still OK with it then?” Debbie said, and that was that.

With that brief conversation, I set us on the route toward Debbie getting fucked by strange men in an attempt to douse the fire that burned beneath that demure exterior.

“How do we start though. I mean, where can you find guys to fuck without any come back?”

I showed my naivety with that comment, but Debbie had an idea; of course she did, she had obviously thought long and hard whilst I was away and she answered immediately.

“What about that place you bought my dildo from hun. I hear they have a movie room, so maybe some young guys would hang out there?”

I knew the place well, having bought a dildo there some years before, which was intended as company for Debbie when I was away on business trips. It seemed a strange choice and I wondered how she knew the place, as it was pretty low key.

Diamond Dolls had been recommended by Toby, a lifelong friend who had an insatiable sexual desire and who had absolutely no scruples. He took great pleasure in telling the story of how they had moulded his cock there, to make a dildo for his wife. Tony’s cock moulding had been something of a prototype, so when it worked so well, they asked for permission to make further copies to sell in their store, which Toby readily agreed to. He was fascinated by the thought of countless women fucking themselves with a facsimile of his cock.

Toby suggested that I also get my cock moulded, so accompanied me to the store to show me round. Once in the store Toby proudly showed me his dildo, displayed prominently in the display illegal bahis siteleri cabinet, before wandering off, leaving me to negotiate my cock moulding.

I couldn’t pluck up the courage to expose myself to the rather plain young girl who would be rubbing latex onto my cock, so promised to come back another time for that dubious experience.

I had promised Debbie that I would present her with a copy of me to keep her company though, so could not leave empty handed. Looking at the array of cocks on display I decided that one cock looked much like another, so picked their own brand dildo, which was of course Toby’s.

His was also one of the cheapest there so, while Toby was exploring the back rooms I discretely paid and slipped it into my coat pocket before joing him.

Debbie never knew these details. I assured her that it was copied from me and she seemed pleased that I took the trouble to do that.

I will always wonder how she ever fell for that story and vowed that Toby would never know that he had fucked my wife countless times ever since.

From this previous visit, I knew that there was more than a video room in Diamond Dolls, having got my dick blown in one of the gloryholes after buying Debbie’s little present. For a while, it became a regular late night visit, whenever Toby and me met for a night out, although I hadn’t visited for several years.

I decided to keep that information to myself, but it seemed an honest and clean place, so maybe it would be a discrete and anonymous start to this experience. I therefore agreed.

Debbie seemed keen to start the adventure right away and disappeared upstairs to shower and change whilst I relaxed in front of the TV with a beer in my hand. One beer turned into three as I nervously waited and summoned up the courage to accompany my wife to her betrayal of our wedding vows.

Twenty miutes later – Wow!

Debbie had changed into an incredibly sexy outfit which I had never seen before. Her short frame was crammed into a tiny red leather dress, the hem of which finished just below her pussy, showing a glimpse of her butt cheeks whenever she bent over. The dress pulled her waist in and emphasised her breasts, giving her an enormous cleavage with a glimpse of nipple showing when she bent forward.

With a growing sense of unease, I watched her pussy come into view as she gingerly eased herself into the passenger seat of my classic Lotus.

“No panties? You’re really asking for trouble Debbie” I gasped.

Debbie gave me a wicked smile, licked her finger and slowly drew it along the length of her slit as she answered “You sound like my dad. Just fucking drive John. I’m getting laid tonight!.”

I was slightly in shock as I put the car in gear and set off for a bar to get us both in the mood.

I deliberately picked a dark corner of the bar to sit, but Debbie wanted attention so got up and insisted we sit at the bar, wriggling onto a tall stool and winking at the barman.

There was a dull set of customers, silently drinking, staring into their phones so, after getting nowhere with the barman, Debbie finally threw back her drink and said

“No luck here, so. let’s go.”

She seemed to know the way, correcting me when I took a wrong turn, and within ten minutes we were parked behind an industrial unit in a scruffy part of town.

“Hey, now I remember this place” I said. “How did you manage to know about it, it’s in the back of beyond.”

Debbie gave me a wink and, applying more bright red lipstick, she said “There’s lots about me that you don’t know hun!”

Debbie walked through the door of the club, spoke briefly to the guy behind the counter, gave him a peck on the cheek and swept through the reception area. She knew where she was going, and in seconds we were sitting side by side in a dingy cinema, with a porn movie showing.

As my eyes accustomed to the dark, I could just make out one other couple and half a dozen young men sitting in a group behind us.

Debbie had sat in the front seats and seemed oblivious of the men behind, who were staring at her and nudging each other, fighting to get a view of her breasts, which had struggled to be released since we left the house.

She was clearly having the desired effect on these guys, but they were mostly young and clearly inexperienced, so merely moved closer in the hope of catching a glimpse of this mature woman in the gloom.

The movie was an amateur effort. A large mature woman was being energetically fucked by a skinny youth, whilst the guy holding the camera followed their efforts, constantly moving to focus on the womans pussy, which seemed to be full of stiff young cock and a large amount of semen.

The woman in the film was overweight, with huge breasts which hung down alarmingly when the guy turned her over to lick her out from behind. I was decidedly turned off by their efforts, and Debbie’s face seemed to agree with me.

Her attentions turned to the young guys behind and she canlı bahis siteleri shocked both me and them when she suddenly stood up, turned to face them and pulled down her dress, allowing her fulsome breasts to explode into view.

“Better than hers guys, don’t you think?” Debbie said, nodding toward the woman on screen, who was now pushing her hairy cum filled gash forcefully into the camera.

The guys faces were a picture as they scrabbled forward, each trying to grab a handful of breast as Debbie shyed away giggling.

“Not yet boys, the night is young and you seem a little too excited. A woman of my age likes it long and slow.” She rubbed her fingers along her slit as she said this, emphasising the long and slow words and slowly pushing two fingers into herself as she smiled a wicked smile.

The young guys drooled like morons, their eyes fixed on her groin. She was in total control of five testosterone charged young men and she was loving every minute of it.

Debbie writhed and gyrated slowly, her fingers sliding back and forth across her slit, which was inches from my face. I could smell her sex and she was clearly dripping wet, her painted finger nails disappearing in and out, sliding across her clit with increasing speed as she gratuitously aroused a cinema slowly filling with men.

Various texts and messages had spread the word and men appeared from nowhere, staring in obvious lust as my slut wife Debbie masturbated herself with one hand, while massaging a breast with the other, a lust filled smile across her face as she made eye contact with one young guy who had pulled a huge erection from his pants and was pointing it toward her whilst pulling back his foreskin and thrusting his hips back and forth, clearly showing his intention and desire.

I suddenly realised that this guy was, at some stage, going to be the first to fuck my wife. His engorged and rather impressive erection clearly showed that he wanted it, and the look on Debbies face and her reaction to his display showed agreement to the unspoken request.

I felt decidedly redundant in her decision and could only watch as she gyrated and fingered herself, finally thrusting her hips forward as her face contorted and her body was overcome by orgasm.

Slumped in her seat in post orgasm, her red dress now just a band between her wet pussy and her engorged breasts, she watched wide eyed as a dozen guys furiously masturbated in front of her, their seed spilling over the floor as they each came in turn before disappearing back into the gloom with murmured thanks and coarse compliments of my wifes body.

The guy with the huge cock stood alone and at a discrete distance, his back to the screen, slowly pumping his cock into an even bigger and more menacing weapon as he continued to stare lustfully into Debbies eyes.

Debbie looked at him, silhouetted in front of the flickering screen, licking her bright red lips up and blowing him a kiss before pulling down her dress to cover her dripping pussy, then winking playfully at him before slowly teasing her breasts out of sight as she walked out, her hand gently brushing his engorged cock head as she passed by.

I followed her out of the cinema, numb with shock, and tracked her clicking heels along a narrow corridor.

I recognised the set up from my my previous visit, and from my youth in Hamburg. Gloryhole booths were on either side, the muffled moans of porn videos filling the corridor.

Debbie seemed to know the layout and knew exactly where she was going.

My heart was pounding as she walked past all the doors and into a curtained off area at the end.

I was aware of the well hung young guy following us, but he discretely kept his distance and stayed outside the curtain as I followed Debbie through.

A door marked Private was held open by a smiling man who gave Debbie a lingering kiss as he welcomed us in.

“This is Lee, he runs this place.” Debbie said over her shoulder as she gave his bulging groin a squeeze and sat down in front of the rows of TV monitors.

I now felt that Debbie was a stranger to me. How could she be so brazen and shameless and how did she know this guy?

Debbie introduced me and made a comment about the place being full of horny school kids tonight.

I was numb and sat there silently, staring at the screens, which showed each gloryhole booth, automatically switching to show three different angles. In one booth a young girl was sucking what looked like a black guys cock whilst her boyfriend filmed events on his phone. In another, two of the young guys were peering into the hole, waiting for some action whilst a third fed the TV with his credit card.

Lee was asking Debbie what she planned for the night, looking questioningly in my direction. She winked at me and told him that I was here for protection only and would only be a spectator.

I was glad of that assurance at least, but horrified at what debauchery she had planned for herself.

Lee ran through some names, saying that these guys were known to him, were clean and would be here later tonight.

Debbie asked about the young guy from the cinema with the big dick, but Lee said he was new to the club. Debbie pulled face and seemed to be making a decision.

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