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On July 15, 2015 my life was turned upside down. I just didn’t know it at the time. Looking back, I was like so many others caught in the middle-class grind with a demanding job, family life, a house in the suburbs, and the hefty mortgage to go with it. It would appear by world standards that I was living the American dream, or so I thought at the time.

When I made the decision to become self-employed, I have no idea how demanding that would become. As the business started to grow, it seemed like every moment was accounted for between my work and family obligations. Janice was as busy as I was with her teaching, being a mother, and maintaining our home.

It didn’t take long before we found ourselves living life through our pocket planners. Weekdays were consumed by business responsibilities and the weekends were packed with chores and family commitments. What little romance remained did not survive the onslaught of our demanding work schedules. Needless to say, this was a recipe for disaster. Our love life was practically nonexistent and on life support. It wasn’t that we didn’t need each other… life just seemed to swallow us up. This last year we’d given each other enough rain checks in the bedroom to fill the Pacific Ocean.

Speaking from experience, I don’t believe people suddenly find themselves stuck in a rut; they actually dig it themselves, one boring scoop at a time. As for me, I had always found a sense of security in having a daily routine. It made everything more predictable and easier to manage. I considered spontaneous living was a luxury for singles and those with little ambition. Success on the other hand, demands strong discipline, sacrifice, and careful planning.

I remember it was on my thirty-fourth birthday, I was sitting at fast food restaurant treating myself to a foot-long Meatball Marinara and reading The Wall Street Journal, when a deep voice pulled me out of my culinary trance.

“Ricky? Is that you? Damnit, it is!… Remember me?”

It took me a couple seconds to place the voice with the face, but sure enough it was my old college roommate.

“Jason!” I smiled, standing up. “Wow! This is a surprise! Why don’t you sit down and join me?”

“I’d be delighted to.” He placed his tray on the table and pulled up a chair.

“So, what brings you to California?” I asked.

“Business. I just relocated here from Huston a few months ago. I’m now working as marketing and sales rep. What about you?”

“I’m a self-employed CPA. My office is just across the street.”

He looked out the window at my building and said, “That’s great, dude. I always knew you’d be successful. How long has it been since we last saw each other… ten years?”

“Actually, nine years and two months—but who’s counting?”

Jason laughed. “Damn, Ricky…” He smiled and gave me a long look. “You haven’t changed a lick since college! You’re exactly as I remember you.”

“Thanks. I can say the same about you.”

At fifteen pounds heavier, I knew he was just being kind to me. However, Jason actually did look exactly the same, except for a bit of premature graying at the temples. I wondered what his secret was. From what I could tell through his tailored suit, he maintained himself well.

In college we were polar opposites. I was a serious focused student, and he was the stereotypical jock looking to party. I always suspected his football scholarship and his father’s generous donation to the university had something to do with him receiving a degree. It certainly wasn’t his study habits, which as I recalled seemed almost nonexistent at the time.

He looked at my ring finger and asked, “How long you been married?”

“Almost eight years now. We also have a six-year-old daughter. How about you? Did you ever get married?”

“Married? Me? Hell no! There is way too much pussy out there to limit myself.”

A lady walking by heard his declaration and gave him a grin. He smiled back at her.

“Speaking of pussy, I see you’re reading about that cheaters website hack.” He pointed to the front-page article.

“Yeah, I was just starting to read it. That whole situation seems crazy. It says the hackers released tens of thousands and possibly millions of names and photos.”

Jason nodded. “It appears there’s gonna be a lot of explaining to do for a whole lot of cheaters.”

“I imagine the divorce lawyers will be working overtime. What could they be thinking of, taking such a huge risk?” I said.

“Actually, don’t knock it until you try it. I find married pussy to be a very fine delicacy.”

“A delicacy? What do you mean?”

“Well, single chicks usually have an agenda, but with a cheating wife there is no chance they are going to make more out of it than what it is. Plus… most of them feel so damn grateful for the attention, they actually attempt to fuck me to death.” He laughed.

“Don’t you ever feel badly for interfering in their marriage?”

“Fuck no! I’m doing them a favor—probably saving their marriage.”

“You ataşehir escort bayan almost make this sound like a noble thing, Jason. Then again… you were always able to spin bullshit into fine linen.”

He laughed and replied, “Hey, we all have our gifts! Yours is crunching numbers and mine is… well—more relational.”

“What about the husbands? Don’t you ever worry they might find out and come after you with a gun?”

“That’s the real kicker. Many of them know about it. Some even want to watch. Like I said, I’m doing them a favor.”

“That’s unbelievable. I’m assuming you must do this a lot?”

“I used to in Texas but not since I moved here. I needed to get an apartment and establish myself first. Most of the time I used a well known dating app for quick hookups, but I signed up for that married cheaters site the first week I moved here. I looked through all the local offerings and you wouldn’t believe who I discovered.”

“I wouldn’t have a clue. I’m a happily married man.”

“Good for you, Rick. Anyway, do you remember that tall redhead with the big boobs you had a thing for back in college? The one that wouldn’t give you the time of day?”

“Yes… I remember her very well.”

“You might be interested to know she’s on that hookup site. I sent her an invitation to meet me for a little extra curricular fun.” He grinned.

“Oh? How can you be sure it’s her after all these years?”

“It’s a gift. I never forget a face… or tits. Let’s just say I’m gonna tap that real soon. She sent me back a short reply and a private pic. I think she’s actually better looking now than I recall her being in college.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Hey, buddy, I have to get back to work. I can’t be late for my new job. Here’s my number. How about we get together and shoot the shit sometime?” He dropped his business card on the table.

“That would be great,” I replied as he walked away.

I sat there dumbfounded by his revelation. Yes, I did remember the tall redhead with the big tits… I married her.

-oOo-

The rest of my day was shot. There was no way I could concentrate on the work in front of me. Janice’s beautiful face stared at me from our wedding photo sitting on my desk. Surely it couldn’t be my wife he was talking about. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of redheads on that site.

Hours passed by and I continued to struggle with my work, unable to concentrate. What I really wanted was to hop online and check it out, but it felt like a betrayal of my trust for Janice if I did. An internal battle raged within me for hours before I finally gave in to my curiosity and logged on.

As soon as the home page appeared, it became apparent that it required a paid membership to access any of the files. Glaring at me was the opening introduction that stated: Life is short. Have an affair.

I wasn’t about to give this cheaters site my hard-earned money, especially with a traceable credit card. At first, I had no plan what to do. But then I had an idea. Taking out Jason’s business card, I punched in the numbers in my phone. The automated answering machine picked up and gave me the usual options. I selected zero for the operator.

“Marketing and sales. How may I direct your call?”

“Jason Andrew please.”

“Whom may I say is calling?”

“Richard Hamilton . Accounting Services.”

“One moment please.”

After a pause, Jason answered.

“Ricky! Hey, long time no see. What’s up?”

“Nothing really important. I was just curious about the redhead you mentioned.”

“You always had a thing for her, didn’t you?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess I still do. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything. I still owe you for writing that term paper for me in my Statistics class.”

“I tried logging on to that site, but it required an account. I was wondering if you might let me use your login ID and password? I promise I won’t abuse the privilege. It’s just that since we talked, I became more curious about her.”

“Sure, no problem, you old dog. I can’t blame you for still having the hots for red. I don’t mind sharing but remember she’s mine first. You don’t mind sloppy seconds, do you?”

“Uh… I’m not sure about that.”

He laughed. “I’ll text you the info. What do you say about Saturday for beers?”

“Thanks for the offer but it depends on what time. I’ve got T-Ball practice in the morning until noon.”

“Damn, you really are married, aren’t you?”

“Yep, that’s me—really married.”

For the time being, I thought.

“Okay, how about two o’clock at Western Inn by your work? By then we might be able to compare notes.”

“I’ll see you then.” My heart ached at the thought.

About five minutes after our conversation, my phone beeped with a message. The text was in bold letters.

login: JockCock9

Password: Icum4u2

I typed it in and the program opened. I wasn’t emotionally prepared for this. Jason’s inbox had several escort kadıköy inquiries. The one that caught my attention was from RedhotWife. When I clicked on her profile, I choked on my coffee. There… as plain as day… was a photo of my wife in her bikini. It was a picture I’d taken during our Hawaii trip. In this pose, her face was turned away, but it showed plenty of side boob. I also knew it was her by the little heart tattoo on her shoulder.

I remembered one of the very rare fights we’d had after she revealed that tat to me. She knew how I felt about body ink and piercings, but she asked my honest opinion anyway. I made the huge mistake of telling her the truth. That had to be one of the dumbest things I had ever done in all our years together. I regretted it instantly as she stormed off, refusing to talk to me for several days. It was only after I begged and bought her enough flowers to make our house look like a funeral home that she finally forgave me.

As I began to read her profile, tears welled up in my eyes. It suddenly struck me that I might’ve been viewing more than a picture of my wife. I was quite possibly witnessing the end of our marriage. The pain I felt was indescribable. I sat for the longest time contemplating my dismal future.

After regaining some of my composure, I read further on. She used the name “Misty.” The profile listed statistics first and then gave a brief introduction. One thing that immediately stood out to me was the date she had joined: it was less than a month ago, which was confirmed again in her opening paragraph.

She wrote that she was new on the site, then went on to reveal that she wanted to explore her submissive side… “restraint, light pain, and possibly anal sex.” What struck me the most was her hypocrisy; she’d specifically said in the past that these were all off limits. Who was this woman? Strangely, at the end she made it clear she was happily married and not looking for anything but sex.

I read Jason’s text conversation with “Misty” from yesterday:

Jason: Hey beautiful, what’s up?

Misty: Hey yourself.

Jason: I love your profile pic! How about one showing me a bit more skin?

Misty: Sorry. Can’t risk the exposure. The one pic will have to do.

Jason: I read your profile. Look at mine. The photos are all me. Do I fill the bill?

Misty: Ummm. You look very nice.

Jason: Nice??? I bet your husband isn’t hung like me, is he?

Misty: Actually, he is but please leave my husband out of this. This is about me, not him.

Jason: Well, if your hubby was taking care of business you wouldn’t be here would you? I

don’t give a rat’s ass about your husband. It’s you I want. How about we meet at Starbucks on main and take it from there? No pressure.

Misty: I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve never done this before.

Jason: You’ve never been fucked before?

Misty: Don’t be silly. You know what I mean. I mean I’ve never cheated. I will let u know.

I need time to think.

Jason: Look doll, it’s not a date. It’s only sex. We can use my apartment. It needs to be

christened anyway.

Misty: I’ll think about it. I have a very, very tight schedule.

Jason: When I’m finished with you, you won’t be tight anymore. lol

Misty: I’ve got a daughter. How do you know I’m not loose as an old sock?

Jason: All I want is to find out. That’s the fun of it.

Misty: We’ll see. I’ll get back to you. Bye.

She sent him one of the private photos I’d taken of her kneeling on our bed, completely nude with her hair covering her one breast—the other tit fully exposed. In this picture her face showed. My heart sunk to my gut.

What the hell is she doing risking our marriage and family?

At this point I was too numb to be angry. Immediately I started assessing what possibly had driven her to this.

I took a few more minutes to view Jason’s pictures. He must have really been narcissistic to have posted that many photos of himself. At first glance I noticed that he was fit. In fact, with his killer abs and bulging biceps, I could see why he attracted so many women. I was no slouch, physically, but my workout routine suffered greatly since I’d started my business.

I could look no further and closed the laptop. With the fact that my wife was looking elsewhere, my ego had suffered a serious blow. The rest of my day was wasted. What Jason had said had cut to the core. He was right about one thing, though: I had been neglectful of Jan’s needs. However, I also felt it was not too late. I needed a plan because I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Surprisingly, I had no issue with Jason. He was simply doing what came natural to him. This was about my wife and our marriage. It was obvious if it hadn’t been him, it would have been someone else.

-oOo-

After I pulled into the driveway, I sat there in the car contemplating what I was going to say to my wife. My heart and soul ached. From what I knew she had not done anything yet; but the bostancı escort intent to cheat was there. Knowing Jan so well, I knew any sort of verbal confrontation wasn’t my wisest move—that would just draw lines. I wished she would have said something to me. We always seemed to find a solution to most things. This last year had been difficult on both of us. Admittedly the business soaked up most of my energy. It occurred to me as I sat there that I couldn’t remember the last time we made love.

I thought back to our earliest beginnings. The first time I saw her was when I was a junior. At first glance I knew she was way out of my league. Whenever I saw her on campus, she was usually with some guy that looked like a rock star. He had a strong square jaw, a slim, well-toned physique, long hair, and a gleaming white smile. I didn’t have the confidence to approach her, so I just admired her from a distance.

However, whenever she caught me staring at her—which was frequently, she would smile back at me. That was something that didn’t escape my roommate Jason. He would kid me about my red hair fetish. I assured him it wasn’t only the long, lush red hair; she was put together like playmate of the month.

It wasn’t until grad school that we said more than hello. At the time I was working as student teacher in the accounting department. For my time and service, the university paid my tuition. I was also able to earn extra income by tutoring other students.

I remember sitting in the professor’s office, grading midterms when Janice walked in. I sat there almost paralyzed as she stood in front of me. Words seemed reluctant to escape my lips.

“H-hi. Is there anything I might do to—I mean, for you?” I asked, shuddering like a moron.

“Yes, I think so. Are you Richard Hamilton?” Her smile was full of confidence.

“Yes, that’s me, but I prefer Ricky.”

“Well, Ricky, my student aid package allows me three months of tutoring and you come highly recommended. You do tutoring in business math, right?”

It was as if God had taken pity on me. My good fortune must have shown in my face as I exuberantly replied, “When would you like to start?”

“We haven’t even discussed your fees yet.” She giggled.

“Whatever you can afford is fine with me. Our schedules are more important. I have only evenings available right now.”

“I live off campus. We can meet there if you want. I just study most nights anyway.”

“Um… what about your boyfriend?”

“What on earth are you talking about? I live alone.”

“Sorry, I always saw you with a tall blond guy. I just assumed…”

She laughed at my suggestion. “Frederick? Oh my God! That’s hilarious.”

Now I really felt clueless. The best I could do was look confused.

“You really don’t know, do you?” she said.

“Know what?”

“Freddy is the biggest gay rights advocate on campus. Where have you been?”

“Pretty much locked up in my room studying or working for the professor. I honestly don’t get out much. Every time I saw you, it seemed you were with… Freddy.”

“And all this time I was thinking a guy like you didn’t talk to me because you were in a committed relationship.”

“Guy like me? What do you mean?”

“Are you serious? You really don’t know how handsome you are?”

“Me?”

“Oh my God! You’ve got the killer three!”

“Killer three?”

“Good looks, intelligence, and… humble.”

I blushed, never being one to take a compliment. I stared in her perfect face, probably looking like a dumb-ass, but I felt like I’d just won the lottery… twice. I had no clue how to respond. Then Janice reached out and pulled me to my feet.

“Come on, big boy. Follow me.”

“Where?” I asked, being dragged toward the door.

“You’re taking me to dinner.”

“Is that so?”

“Ricky, we’d be old and gray before you’d ask. I hope you’ve got your credit card. I’m hungry.”

And so that started our epic romance. I found out quickly she didn’t need tutoring any more than I did, but we continued to meet twice a week, until her scholarship benefit ran out. We still hadn’t even kissed at that point. It was during our second to last meeting that we sat at the table, quietly looking in each other’s eyes. It was almost as if we were telepathic, if only in that moment. Without spoken words, we leaned across the table over the books and our lips met for the first time.

I knew she was special from the moment I laid eyes on her. That first kiss was magical, just like in the movies, and it cemented our relationship as exclusive. She still insisted even today that I was the only guy for her from the moment she saw me. I wanted to believe that, even after her apparent betrayal on that stupid cheating site.

I knew Janice had many relationships before me. Unfortunately, my sexual history—or lack of it, included only her. It seemed natural for her to take the lead sexually. My inexperience showed greatly with her choreographing my every move. However, I was a determined and enthusiastic student. Sex oozed from every pore of her luscious body.

In those days, it was Jan that initiated sex between us. For a guy with a Post Graduate education, I was clueless about almost anything that did not involve numbers or equations.

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The phone rang despite the late hour. Lexie rolled over in the bed and reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

“This is an obscene phone call. Please don’t hang up.”

Recognizing Kevin, from the plant where they both worked, Lexie laughed. Kevin was a Shift Coordinator who had transferred about a year ago from another plant that had closed. He had been near retirement but now needed to keep working as his wife, when he’d accepted the job at this plant, had told him he was going on his own and she was leaving him and their 28 year marriage. While he was very competent, mostly, he was a gruff man who seldom smiled, let alone joked. Although he had become more personable in the last few months, this was still unusual coming from him. But Lexie couldn’t help but laugh.

“We’ve had a spill, Lex.”

In her role as environmental coordinator, Lexie had to be notified of any spill happening at the plant where she worked, even if they happened overnight. Lexie took note of the details, discussed containment and clean up with Kevin and as they were ready to hang up, Kevin said “Hope you liked the obscene portion of the call!”

“There was an obscene portion to this call? I must have missed it.”

“I’ll do better next time. Goodnight.”

Lexie hung up and went back to sleep.

Two nights later, the phone rang again but earlier this time.

“Hello?”

“This is an obscene phone call, don’t hang up.”

“Kevin? What are you doing at work? I thought you were done this morning.”

“I’m not at work. I’m giving you a real obscene phone call this time.”

“Are you serious?” Lexie was laughing.

“You seemed disappointed the other night. Thought I’d show you that the old man isn’t dead yet.”

“Really?”

“You in bed yet?”

“Not quite.”

“You still in your work clothes?”

“No.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Well, considering I just got out of the shower, I’m only wearing my robe. You’re not seriously going to get obscene, are you?”

“Haven’t you heard of dirty old men, little girl?”

Lexie laughed “Somehow I’m not all that surprised that you’d be one of them.”

“Go to your bed and pull back the covers. Then, remove your robe.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

“I’m very serious little girl, get naked on your bed.”

“Kevin!”

“Are you on the bed ataşehir escort bayan yet?”

“No.”

“Don’t make me angry, little girl!”

“Or what?”

“Or I might just come over there and teach you a lesson.”

“And what lesson would that be?”

“That you should do as you’re told or face very serious consequences.”

“Who died and made you king?”

“Come on little girl, you’ve been single for a few months now, you need this as much as I do. So do as you’re told, take that robe off and get on your bed.”

Lexie had indeed become single again only a few months before, after a bitter separation from her boyfriend. As with most couples going in different directions, the physical part of the relationship had been almost nonexistent so she had to admit to herself that she was quite horny.

“Okay, I’m on the bed now. Robe is off.”

“Did you tell me you just came out of the shower?”

“Yes”

“So your hair is still wet?”

“Damp, yes.”

“Mmmm. I like damp hair. I like running my fingers through it. You don’t have your hair up in a braid already, do you?”

“Nope, it’s down.:

“How come you never wear it down at work? It’s always in a braid. Don’t you get bored with that?”

“I braid it for a few reasons. One, it’s safer in the plant. It can’t catch in anything. Two, it’s more professional. Three, it keeps hands away.”

“What’s wrong with hands playing in your hair? Don’t you like it?”

“Oh, I like it alright. I like it too much. That’s why it can’t happen at work.”

“Oh! So it turns you on!”

“Something like that.”

“All the more reason to imagine me playing in it right now.”

“Okay.” Lexie ran her hand through her hair as Kevin continued.

“Now take your free hand, the one not holding the phone, and lightly touch your lips with your fingertips. Imagine that your fingers are my lips. As I describe where I’m kissing you, I want you to move your fingers accordingly, always lightly. Understood?”

“Yes boss.” Lexie laughed. Yet she did as she was told. “Fingers lightly touching lips, sir.”

“Good. Now I’m slowly kissing your cheek, and moving towards your ear. I gently kiss your earlobe before kissing you on the neck, going down very slowly towards that hollow at your clavicle. Don’t worry, as I pause there, I won’t leave escort kadıköy a mark.”

Lexie closed her eyes and moved her fingers according to his directions.

Kevin continued “Now I’m kissing you on the shoulder and then back to your neck briefly before starting down in the middle of your chest. Feel me kissing down all the way between your tits.”

Lexie was enjoying this, her breathing getting slightly shallower than it had been.

Kevin went on “My hands are gently caressing your beautiful tits. And man, do you ever have great tits. I’ve noticed them you know. Especially when summer started and you got those new blouses and with a few of them when you bend down, we can see those cute bras you’re wearing. Haven’t you noticed how I almost always sit on your left in meetings? That’s so I can peek into your blouse little girl. Now back to the kissing. I’m kissing your tits all over. Then, my lips are going to one nipple, kissing all the way. At the nipple, I open my mouth slightly and gently lick your hardening nipple. Are they hardening, Lex?”

Lexie could barely answer “Yes.”

“Feel me leave that nipple and kiss my way to the other one, slowly but surely. Again, I gently lick your nipple. You like this?”

“Mmmmmm” was all Lexie could answer.

“Good, now I open a little wider and suck in the nipple, gently tugging on it with my lips and teeth.”

Lexie moaned. Encouraged, Kevin continued.

“Now I am going back to the first nipple and doing the same there. Don’t move too fast, I want to take my time and really enjoy this. Kissing you inch by inch by inch.”

Lexie moaned gently again, her nipples hard and aching for the real thing.

“Next time we’re both at work and I sit on your left, you’ll notice me sneaking a peek at your tits and your nipples will harden again. Hopefully you manage not to blush too much.”

Lexie could imagine the scene and knew she would indeed blush if it happened.

Kevin continued “Now I want you to imagine me kissing my way down your abdomen. You know where I’m headed. Tell me, what do I encounter down there?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you bushy? Trimmed? Shaven?”

“Trimmed at the top, bare from the lips down.”

“Mmmmm. Wish I was really there. So let your fingers caress your skin, simulating my kisses, going down to your core bostancı escort but not opening your lips. I’m kissing on each side of your slit, avoiding the sensitive parts for now. Up and down each side, slowly, very slowly, teasing.”

“Yes, you are teasing.”

“Patience little girl.”

“Why do you keep calling me little girl? I’m over 40 for crying out loud!”

“Well, I’m 55 so you are a little girl to me. Besides, it turns me on to call you that. Now, are you still touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now part your lips gently but don’t touch your clit just yet. I’m kissing and licking you all around, up and down those lips of yours but not yet focusing on your clit.”

Lexie was getting really turned on, tension mounting in her core.

“How turned on are you right now little girl?”

Lexie was stunned. It was almost like he could read her mind. “Very.”

“Good. And just so you know, I’ve also noticed that you’ve changed underwear lately. You seem to wear the granny ones only when you have your period and the rest of the time, you seem to be wearing a thong. That really looks nice on your butt you know. Following behind you going up the stairs after meetings is always a bonus. Now back to the task at hand. Keep caressing around the clit. When I finally focus on your clit, I want you to press harder and come for me. Will you do that?”

“Yes.” Lexie whispered, almost pleaded.

“Keep caressing around and up and down your beautiful lips.”

Lexie’s breathing was getting ragged and he could hear it.

“All right little girl, now you can imagine my lips closing on your clit and my tongue flicking it. Come for me little girl, I want you to come.”

Lexie pressed on her clit and within seconds, she came, hard. She groaned out loud and heard Kevin groan as well. Then, there was silence as both of them fought to regain their breaths.

“Was that good?” Kevin asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“Me too.”

“You came too?”

“Hell yeah! What did you think? That I wasn’t playing with myself at the same time? Girl, you have no idea how good this was! I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now.”

“Why now?”

“I’m not really sure. I think I sensed that you were ready and that I was too. We should do this again some time.”

“We should.”

“Now I have to go clean up. Thank you. And sweet dreams little girl!”

Before Lexie had a chance to say anything, Kevin had hung up.

*******

A/N: So? Should he call again? Should SHE call him? Should they eventually get together for real? Let’s see the feedback I get….

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Felicity had planned on asking a girl friend to take her to the airport to visit her dad in the hospital. She had hoped that her daughter would stay at her house and give her a ride, but that hadn’t gone as planned. The next day just as Leo was about to spot her on bench she mentioned to him that she was leaving town for a while.

“That reminds me, I have to call Sabrina to see if she would be able to drive me to the airport on Wednesday this coming week.” Felicity wasn’t really talking to Leo at that point, he was just there. Felicity started putting a reminder into her phone.

“I can give you a ride,” Leo said, “I don’t have to work that day.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out,” she responded.

“It would be my pleasure to take you to the airport,” the issue settled. ” What time do you need the ride?” Leo asked.

“My flight is around 3:30 am, I should be at the airport around 2:15. That should be soon enough to get through the security check. So pick me up at 1:20 am, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to miss out on your well earned sleep.”

“Can’t sleep my whole life away,” he teased.

That Wednesday, he was promptly ten minutes earlier than she had expected. He quickly helped her with her backpack, since that was the only bag she had.

“I thought you were going to be gone for a while?”

“For a couple of weeks, yeah.”

“And all you have is this?” And he held up the bag by the top strap ataşehir escort with his index finger quickly gauging the weight at under seven pounds.

“I don’t need much.”

“Clearly.” He was impressed.

They had been on the road for about twenty minutes neither one talking, when Felicity suddenly broke the silence.

“Leo, pull over,” Felicity’s directive was firm.

Leo didn’t hesitate. “Is everything alright,” he asked as he pulled far onto the shoulder of the highway and put his truck in park. He worried about her more than she knew. She had been through a lot of grief in the past nine months, and knew that could take a toll on a person’s well being. First her husband’s sudden death and now this health crisis with her father. Leo’s concern was clearly on his face.

Felicity didn’t answer with words, instead she looked at him intensely, flipped the center console up and out of the way with one hand and with the other was releasing the seatbelt that restrained her. Once free, she slid over and rotated her body around in one fluid motion until she was straddling his hips.

Her breasts were so close to his face he couldn’t help but bend his head down to bury his face into them. She smelled of lemons. He had never known a woman to smell of lemons, he loved it. Her dress was pushed up around her hips baring her smoothly muscled thighs. He slid his hands from her knees to her hips guiding her hips along the length of his already kadıköy escort hardening manhood. She lifted her weight off him to wiggle his joggers down and shifted her thong to the side and settled back down on him.

He kissed her hard, but she pulled back and said, “no kissing, anything else is ok.”

He maneuvered one side of her wrap-around dress to bear her bra and coaxed her breast out just enough so he could toy with her nipple. His mouth wanted to taste her soft skin. His tongue playing tag with her nipple. Their two bodies moved in slow motion.

While Felicity had a plane to catch, which was the reason she was in Leo’s truck in the first place, she knew they still had time to celebrate the fact they were both alive and well. She reached her hand down to help guide his maleness to stimulate her more easily.

She was gently grinding her labia along the length of his shaft, to stimulate herself, and he felt how hot and wet she was getting as her parts rubbed on his parts in the most erotic and enticing way. Leo kept his hands busy, allowing them to explore Felicity’s body in ways he had only dreamed about before. He kissed the tops of her breasts, his breath causing her to sigh. All the while his hands wandered wanting to memorize every curve of her. His hands roamed across her back and shoulders, down to her waist, then on to her ass. Moving again from her firm butt cheeks down her thighs as far as he could reach, then slowly back up the bostancı escort bayan tops of her thighs to finally grasp her hips, urging on her movement and help support her as their bodies continued to grind together . He wanted very badly to feel how hot and slippery her pussy was inside, but knew it was her call.

When she was on the brink of climax and needed to have him inside her, she lifted up off him so he could enter her.

She was so wet, he just slid right in with a slight rearward tilt of her pelvis against his. He knew she would be hot inside, but the heat of her core made sweat bead suddenly on his upper lip.

Her climax was immediate and intense. She cried out in pleasure as he penetrated deep within her. Her parts pulsating, sucking, and pushing around him, until he too climaxed. They stayed like that for a minute. Leo took the opportunity to bend his head into her breasts one last time to remember the smell of her.

When Felicity dismounted, she readjusted her clothes and strapped herself back into her seat like nothing had happened. Leo on the other hand was struggling not only to pull his pants back up, but also was confused about the situation and how it had just played out. He wanted to ask questions and clarify things. Why the no kissing? They had kissed before. The last time, he had put the brakes on thinking she wasn’t ready for a relationship yet. Before that, she had stopped when things were just getting good, so what had changed, he wondered.

Unfortunately, Leo knew he was going to have to wait for answers to his questions. It was clear that Felicity had very little to say today.

When he finally had his pants situated comfortably again, they continued on to the airport.

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Chapter 8: A day of rest! Fisting, then Piercing Sunday!

Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening – The party turns into an orgy. It could help you follow what may happen here.

SLEEP COMES TO ALL BUT CHESTNUT

I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired. We had made wonderful sex.

Silence descended over the yard. The whole area under the Pergola was still, except for the odd snoring sounds coming from all over.

There were deep rumbles from the men, with lighter yelps, and purrs, from the girls.

My partner, Chestnut, and I were together on one part of the huge air mattresses. Adonis, and Titian’s Mother appeared to gravitate towards Lawyer, and his surprising wife; and it appeared logical for Parlour Girl to pair off with TF, and Titian.

By “going together” I mean that we formed sleeping groups.

Chestnut had not tried to sleep long before she began to move. The huge dildo deep in her arse was becoming too much for her body. She was not in pain. She loved it, but it was stopping her from bending, or lying comfortably spooned to us.

She woke me very gently to explain, and ask if I could help her remove it. I whispered to my Partner that I was going to help her. She nodded, half asleep, then returned to her slumbers.

Chestnut slowly eased herself upright, then she waddled through the house in front of me.

She went straight to the Master Bedroom.

She had to waddle; she needed to rotate her hips around the whole object pushing up through her pelvic opening, deep into her body.

She must have been completely full. She might have been uncomfortable as she walked, but she did not appear to be, and she did not complain. Her rolling gait was very erotic. Her arse may have stuck out slightly more. It was impossible to tell in the dim light of the warm night.

She was a wonderful sight, the globes of her bum were slightly larger, more rounded, fuller, but the reason was virtually invisible. I could detect the flat end of the dildo, that was all.

We knew that she was used to wearing butt plugs for a long time. She had admitted that she often wore one all day at work. She had described how she would push her favourite plug into place after her morning bath. She would work all day with it deep in her arse, slowly becoming more, and more, aroused. She learnt to press it into her arse. She learnt to manipulate her anal muscles to stimulate herself.

She had to rush home, at the end of the day, to pleasure herself.

After she described this I began to have pictures in my mind of her sitting through interminable boring meeting. She told me that these went with her high powered job.

I saw her surrounded by leering, smart suited, male executives, trying to catch a sight of her gorgeous breasts down her cleavage.

They would be completely unaware of her pierced nipples, and of how she would press down into her chair to give herself pleasure.

I pulled myself together, and had to stop daydreaming. I suggested that we showered, or better, that we bathed. I explained that I thought it better, and that I would slowly removed the dildo for her, while she relaxed in warm water.

Titian’s Mother had thrust it far, actually totally, into her rectum during their last frenzied climax of the night.

Chestnut agreed that I should bathe her, for the second time in the day. We both agreed that this was more sensible than take a shower. We also knew it would be more intimate, more sensual, more fun.

We were standing together watching a torrent of water fill the tub, when she began to laugh.

She had turned to face me. She saw that I was still pinned to my apron. I had been sleeping in it, as virtually all our friends, and guests, were in their jewellery.

She began to undress me with infinite care, unclipping the two safety pins from my nipples. She kissed, and sucked on each of my teats. Then reached behind me to unclasp the suspender tie around my waist. Suddenly all that held the apron was my rising penis poking through its hole.

It was not surprising that the gorgeous woman had this affect on me. When she reached behind her tits were still encased in their jewellery. They bounced, and swayed, against my abdomen. All the time I was trying to consider the problems of drawing the object from her arse, and trying to suppress my erection.

She thought the latter funny. Always the practical girl, she spat into her hands, and lathered my cock ring with spit. Slowly, the girl who had pushed it high onto my penis many hours before, began to move it down my now totally engorged member. Finally it slipped past the head, and off into her hands.

I was naked, except for my inner bars, and Celtic like, gold shields. Replacing the outer pins could wait until morning.

She asked me to remove all her jewellery, aware that this would set my penis going again.

I stood in front of this gorgeous ataşehir escort brown, bronzed woman, and began to undress her.

I unhooked the three chains from her right breast, and passed them over her shoulder. I unhooked these three from the strap that went around her to her back. I unhooked the same chains from her left breast, but left the strap in place.

I unhooked the chains from below her half breast cage, and the one around her waist. I was very gentle, as I removed all these chains from her forest, and from close to her dildo.

I began to see why this was like clothing. Had Chestnut been completely shaven, with no pubic hair, instead of her luxuriant, curly, dark bush, then it would have appeared like clothing.

People saw the outside, they looked at the perimeter, and not inside the whole, so it was going to be possible to wear only jewellery in public.

I had flashbacks to why we went out, dressed as we were, for our first two meals.

The first time our Restaurateur almost had a heart attack. He lent forward to kiss my Partner’s hand. She was wearing a thin, transparent dress, with holes for her teats. His mouth was inches from a very erect naked nipple pushed far through her Starburst jewel.

I undid the strap around Chestnut, the one that held the cages beneath her wonderfully enhanced, rounded breasts. It was like undoing a bra. She pressed against me as I brought my hands to her front.

She moved away, the cups fell into my hands, and she was naked, except for her teat bars, and the gold shields on each nipple. These were similar to mine, and she still had the huge object in her arse.

She turned her back to me, and presented the next problem. Her gorgeous round bum faced me; I could see the base of the huge fake cock buried deep inside her. Her skin stopped, and the dildo started, filling the space where her little anal hole had once been.

There were two hooks moulded into the flat of the visible surface. They did not protrude. They appeared able to take the harness that Titian’s Mother had worn so beautifully, but there was little else to hold.

She stepped into the foam of the bath, and sank gently. She was very straight because of the dildo, and moved tentatively, slowly. She went down onto her knees. Then, completely straight backed; she bent forwards to lie full out on her stomach, holding her head above the foam with both arms.

All her movements were enormously slow and sexy.

She turned, smiling, to say that it was an extraordinary, warm, intimate, full, feeling high up inside her body, above her abdomen.

I knelt beside the bath, much as I had done on Saturday afternoon, and began to lather her arse.

It was very erotic. My penis had been steel hard as I undressed her. It became harder, even without the help of the cock ring.

Suddenly, the ever practical one turned again. She said that she would kneel, doggy style in the water, and I should climb in behind her. She moved very slowly again, until her back was out of the foam, parallel with the floor.

I sat down in the huge bath, my legs between her knees, and my solid erection very visible above the foam.

Gingerly, with great care, I hooked a little finger into each of the two mouldings in the base. I told her to push, and something that we thought would take time, simply happened.

The huge monster oozed slowly from her arse. It was a slightly knobbly, ramrod straight, almost round, thick pole. It was immense.

It went on, and on, sliding from her body.

It was a very erotic sight.

Inch by inch it slowly appeared. It stopped when she stopped pushing. It started to move again as she flexed her anal muscles. She was doing most of the work.

Amazingly she did not appear to be in any discomfort, and it was also completely clean. It was still slightly greased with the lubricant. But, after all, I thought, she had already been prepared for the onslaught by the ten inch dildo, and by my original bathing, after the first anal fuck.

I took it in both hands, my right fingers just brushing her distended arsehole. She murmured in pleasure.

I held the weight of the object Otherwise it might have pressed hard upwards away from her womb, towards her backbone, and caused discomfort.

My left hand held the outer end very lightly.

Suddenly it was freed from her hole. I pushed myself further, and further back against the end wall of the enormous bath, so that I took the whole length without causing her discomfort.

I dropped the dildo into the foam; it disappeared, then it began to float.

Chestnut presented me with an enormous, slightly triangular hole, where her little rosebud had been, from where the monster had just emerged. It looked absolutely divine.

It was very wide at the base, forming an arrow like hole, pointing towards her head. It would have been an equilateral triangle had the top not been cut off to form a quadrangle, with three equal sides. It was huge.

It looked kadıköy escort only slightly reddened at the outer edges, turning deep purple as I gazed deep into her arse. I felt I could see for miles.

She was not shrinking fast. It was a window into her body.

She turned and said, “That was incredible. Thank you. It was almost better than when Titian’s Mother pushed into me, and when she fucked me so hard”.

I was puzzled, and asked a foolish question, “Darling Chestnut, the hole is so big that I could put my hand inside you. Please may I.”

She simply said, “I was hoping you might ask!”

I lubricated my right hand with body gel, knowing that we would have to use a soothing antiseptic later.

This was entirely new territory for me, and I was sure that it was for Chestnut.

I formed my four fingers into a small point, and tucked my thumb tight into the palm of my hand. I went in as far as the widest point of my compressed hand, and I had not yet touched her skin.

She was stretched that far!

I rotated my hand slowly. I began to touch the skin inside her anus, and to stretch her hole. My hand slowly vanished further into her arse. I was in her anal passage as far as my wrist. I continued to rotate my whole hand very slowly.

Her hole shrunk slightly around my wrist.

She looked around again, with a huge grin on her face. She said that she loved the feeling, especially as I rotated my hand inside her arse.

I told her that I would kneel directly behind her. I moved very gently, with my hand still buried.

Once in kneeling position I bent forward, and pushed, past the narrowing of my wrist, until slightly more than half my forearm was deep inside her.

At this point I may have been bigger than the dildo, so I stopped, and asked if she would like me to push deeper.

The smooth brown skin of her bum stretched erotically, totally unblemished, away from the middle of my arm. She was becoming tight on my forearm.

She turned and grinned, so I pushed deeper still until I could go no further, unless my arm was straight. That was a physical impossibility in the space that we had.

Her anal passage griped my arm in a long warm glove of sensuality.

Her gorgeous skin was slightly darker than mine. Her cheeks looked amazingly sexy, moulding away to her hips and up on to her back.

Could I ever be more intimate with a girl?

I had knelt, as I did not want to tempt myself if she sat back, and my penis went into her cunt; neither did I want to tempt her.

I lent forward, and passed my free hand around her hips. I turned my hand so that my palm was flat on her beautiful belly just above her pubic bone. I pressed inwards, while slowly turning the arm in her arse. The palms of my hands were facing each other.

I pushed my right hand, the one buried deep in her arse, outwards towards my left hand, which was flat on her belly with my fingers spread wide. I began to move my free hand gently up, and down, her wonderful firm stomach. I massaged as far as her rib cage, then slowly back, keeping a slight pressure, using the foamed water as lubricant.

Both her hands flew to the one I had placed on her stomach. She reared upwards, virtually upright, and cried out with pleasure.

She pressed hard on my left hand, pushing my outstretched fingers into her firm body.

Her hand moved mine up and down.

I lifted my hand, and whispered for her to place her hand under mine. We moved together with her hand, pressed down by mine.

I could feel her moving over the hand far up inside her. She was tracing the movements of my hand as it gently massaging her belly from inside.

I had the arm in her arse completely relaxed, except that I had opened out my right hand. It was flat, and my fingers were spread as wide as they would go. My elbow, and shoulder, had followed the wild movements of her body upwards.

Her right hand went down to her clit, and she mauled it in a frenzy. The other hurtled round her body to her hole, her anus.

She went to where my arm was buried in her arse. She felt around my forearm, gently stroking my skin as if to check it was reality. I found the feeling of light fingers touching my buried arm especially sensual.

She forced her exploring fingers between my upper and lower arm, where it bent to vanish into her body.

I kept the gentle massaging of her stomach, both inside and out.

She moved her right hand further round to ram two fingers into her cunt.

She was in an erotic trance.

I felt that she might begin to fist herself in her cunt, but luckily she started to cum at a spectacular speed. It was her third huge orgasm in a few hours.

She was almost completely silent.

One who sang her orgasm was quiet. She was a beautiful mute swan at a time when she should have ranged her glory. Slowly, very slowly, she came down from her orgasm.

She was thinking of the others.

She grasped the head of the bath, and said, bostancı escort bayan very quietly, very sexily, “Pull out slowly, that was amazing.”

“Your hands together, one in me, one outside me, are an astonishing feeling.”

“They have touched something very special. Please can we do it again sometime.”

I reformed my hand into a small bunch of fingers, tucked the thumb in, and said “goodbye” to her anal passage. I pulled right out with great care, with total tenderness. When I was fully clear I leant forwards to kiss her hole.

She was still enormous, and gaping. It was a slightly more rounded, and even larger, deeper, shape than before.

We sank back into the warm soapy bath. She lay on me, and her arse began to fill with soothing, warm, foamed water. That amused her. It was her open hole enema.

She raised her hips, and a stream of bubbles appeared as water replaced air in her arse.

My arms went around under her breasts, and she hugged them to her. She locked us together with her arms on mine, gently pushing her breasts up and out.

They looked wonderful.

We lay a long while, while she healed. It was almost as though she was asleep, but I could feel that she was working her anal muscles with consummate skill. She was willing her anus to close.

Bubbles continued to appear on the surface of the water, where she had melted the foam away.

My penis began to shrink, nuzzling into the small of her back. I buried my face in her hair.

We moved as the water began to cool. I slipped out of the bath, gathered two enormous white towels, and placed one on the floor. She stood in the water as her open enema cascaded out of her arse, and into the remains of the foam.

She stepped out, and I wrapped her in the other. I dabbed her dry.

I bent to kiss each nipple as was becoming the custom of the house when drying somebody.

I padded her cunt, and her still open arsehole with the soft towel. Then I asked her to hold onto the side of the bath with her back to me, and to bend slightly.

Her gorgeous open hole was presented to me. She placed the flat of both hands either side of her gaping hole. She pulled it ever so slightly bigger.

I took a pot of soothing, mildly antiseptic cream, and gently massaged it into the rim of her hole.

She wriggled, and murmured, saying that it was cold. I could have gone full in again, but stopped with only two long fingers dipping completely into her body.

I massaged her for many minutes, in gentle intimate love.

She was a beautiful sight, leaning forwards, almost as she had been against my desk after we had finished the Business Plan. Then I had fucked her hard with her strap on, as my penis slid backwards, and forwards, under her sopping wet open cunt.

I knew I wanted more of the same, and my cock was telling me so. I forced the evil thoughts from my mind.

I patted her bum when I was done; she turned to give me an enormous hug.

I still could not believe that this was the despondent girl, who had arrived at our table only last Monday. We were eating dinner on National Nude Day.

She was in despair, because her breast enhancement had made her nipples appear smaller. She sat with us. Silently she had unbuttoned her blouse, and placed her beautiful brown orbs on the table in front of us. My Partner had kissed her.

She had come to my Partner, her nipples had been stretched slightly, and later Parlour Girl had pierced her teats.

Now her perfect globes were crowned by longer nipples that had horizontal gold bars through them. And she was hugging me, stark naked, in the middle of the night.

We walked hand in hand back to bed. Chestnut snuggled up to spoon my Partner. I pulled that covers over us, and lay on the other side, my wonderful Soul Mate spooning me. We formed a sandwich of love.

My Partner whispered, “You have been a long time!” I replied, very quietly, that the dildo had slipped out with ease, but that she had asked me to fist her in the arse.

Her hands went around my front. She tweaked my cock, and whispered, “Naughty boy!”

That was all.

We slept.

THE REST OF THE NIGHT

Well we did for a little while. Sometime later I stirred, half way between asleep, and awake. I felt my penis being lifted, somebody was moving about under the covers. I felt behind me, I did not feel like my partner, and whoever was there was sleeping on their back.

I groped upwards; they were Chestnut’s tits. She was sound asleep.

Somehow my Partner had wriggled from between us. She had slowly moved around to my front, and was sucking me off.

I ran my hands through her tousled hair, and held her face. She was beginning to take me deep into her mouth, but I wanted to fuck.

I needed an ordinary reassuring fuck, Partner with Partner.

She sensed my need. She had the same desires. She crept slowly up my body, kissing my nipples, nuzzling my bars, as she passed. Our mouth’s met; we kissed long, hard, and very quietly began to make love.

We were like two students in a dorm, like teenage lovers in the bedroom next door to her parents’ room.

Nobody else should hear us! This was our secret, furtive love! It made our coupling more erotic, more fun.

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I was 18 when I learned about Marlene’s fetish. She was a divorced woman that lived a few houses away and was always very friendly. She was 40 or so as I remember, and she was quite attractive. Short feathered hair, a body that was well proportioned and she carried herself quiet well. She had come from Pennsylvania and moved into the area where we lived in southern New York 5 years earlier. She did not have a career it seemed but she taught an art class in her home to adult women who lived in and around the area. She attracted some of the more well to do women who were out for an evening to gab with the others it appeared.

It was spring and a beautiful evening the first time I suspected something odd about her. I remember class at her place letting go and the women were leaving one by one carrying their works of art. Earlier that day the postmaster had dropped off a package at my place that was addressed to her so being the kind neighbor I went down to her place to bring it to her. I entered the opened ataşehir escort door and walked in. I probably shouldn’t have but the door was open so I figured I could. As I approached the basement I saw a reflection of Marlene dressed in some brown shorts holding a ladder for another woman named Ellie who lived a few houses away. All was normal but the position of Marlene’s face.

As she stood holding the ladder her hands were positioned on the sides, however that dirty woman had her nose only an inch or so from the back of Elaine’s pants. I pulled back to refocus my eyes and when I peeked again there was no mistake, Marlene was smelling the back of Ellie’s pants. Her nose was pushed as close as she could get it to the crack of her taupe dress pants. Her eyes were closed and her own hand was gently caressing her shorts front. I watched for another minute or so and saw Ellie begin to lower herself as if she were coming down the ladder. Marlene pulled back and acted as if nothing was wrong as kadıköy escort Ellie came down and took her project in hand. Elaine had no idea what Marlene was doing and Marlene and her exchanged niceties and Ellie left.

I walked down as if just arriving and handed Marlene the package. The Crotch her jeans appeared dark as if she had achieved her mission and had an orgasm while exploring Ellie’s pants. I casually left realizing what I had just witnessed and wondered if it was her crotch or ass that got Marlene to orgasm. I started to wonder and began to make sure that when class was in session I was going to be around.

The following week I discovered what this woman was up to and was shocked at what I witnessed. I remember it like it was last week and it was years back. I watched the ladies leave many of which were very attractive and eventually they had all left. I was just about to go back home when I saw Marlene pop out. She was dressed in the same shorts and a green top and she headed bostancı escort bayan to her car. She left and about an hour (yes I was waiting for her to return) she arrived back home. I noticed she didn’t get right out which made me curious.

I waited in an area where I was unnoticeable. I really had a suspicion something was up. After a good 10 minutes her car door opened the sun was just starting to set. I hid behind some bushes and watched as Marlene rose from the car. She grabbed a bag and closed the door and moved quickly toward her front door. As she walked she stopped for a minute and looked down then ran in the house. I waited until she had closed her door and slowly walked down the street by her house. As I got to her driveway by her front tire lay a mound of soft fresh crap! I was somewhat disgusted but a feeling of perversion set in as I realized that this woman had laid a dump in her shorts and was probably smelling her friends ass for the same reason. I was thinking that if she had made it in with her gift she would have had even a more intense orgasm in her loaded shorts.

There are many more adventures of this woman that I am prepared to share, but I will as the comments come in. If you want it I will supply it. Thank you for reading. Orbump

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I was flying through on a business trip, and had arranged to meet a friend of mine for dinner at the hotel where I was staying. We had been friends for quite some time, and had several very frank and downright sexual discussions since we had known each other. But… she was married. Strictly hands off. Also, I didn’t want to complicate my life by having “an affair”. So although the setting was somewhat romantic, I was simply expecting a friendly catch up.

They’d seated me near the sheltered fireplace, which fortunately wasn’t lit, since it was rather hot, and I was wearing the remains of my business suit, and feeling quite dishevelled. The vision who approached my table, on the other hand, looked anything but… my gaze swept from her feet to her head: black open toed heels, black lace stockings, a short black dress, a healthy hint of bustline beneath her cream jacket and a pearl necklace.

“Hi!” she said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek before I could rise from my chair.

After tearing my eyes from the view, I squeaked back “Hi”, leapt out of my chair, and ran around the table to pull out a chair for her. “Please, sit.”

“Thank you,” she replied, and seated herself. “So have you been waiting long?”

“No… besides, the wait was worth it!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah… you look good enough to eat! I thought this was just supposed to be the two of us catching up, not some hot date! Not that I don’t appreciate the effect.”

“Well, I decided if I couldn’t dress up for a friend, then who for?”

We chatted over dinner, about inconsequentials, family, friends, the usual things that one chats to with a beautiful woman when one is trying not to be obvious about admiring the view. From dinner, we moved to a quiet corner of the lounge bar to continue chatting over drinks, and before I knew it, the bartender was informing us that the bar would be closing in fifteen minutes. I looked at my watch, and it was nearly 1 o’clock in the morning!

“Well, unfortunately I have to let you go home…”

“Oh, the night is still young, don’t you think? Don’t you have a couple of chairs and a mini-bar in your suite?”

“Well, ataşehir escort yes… but inviting a happily-married woman to my hotel suite is a little… risky, don’t you think?”

“Why? Are you frightened I might ruin your reputation?”

“Ruin mine? Oh no… make it perhaps!”

“Well, I’m sure we can survive a little harmless scandal, don’t you?”

“In that case, my lovely friend, my room is this way…”

I took her up the elevator to my suite, while she leant against me, and I desperately refrained from wrapping my arms around her.

“This way, my lady.”

“Thank you kind sir,” she laughed.

I unlocked the suite, and escorted her inside. “Can I take your jacket?”

“Thanks.” She passed me her jacket, and suddenly I got a perfect view of the breasts that had been hinting at me all evening beneath the jacket. “Oh, sorry,” she laughed again and unashamedly adjusted the dress to hide her breast. I had suspected, but now it was confirmed… she wasn’t wearing a bra. Yum!

“Hey, was I complaining?”

“No… you haven’t complained at the view all night!”

“Oh, sorry. You noticed…”

“I don’t mind you looking dear.”

“Thanks.”

She sat down, and crossed those fabulous legs, while I raided the mini-bar for some more drinks. We continued to chat, and I continued to admire that wonderful body, until I noticed she was rolling her shoulders.

“Are you tired?”

“No, but my shoulders are all knotted up.”

“Here, let me help.” Being the good friend that I am, I leapt to my feet, and walked behind her to start rubbing her shoulders… working on the muscles in her neck, and around her shoulderblades.

“Mmmm, you do that so well….”

My hands were moving down her spine, in what was for me divine torture… her I was with this divine creature, in my room, alone with me, my hands on her naked shoulders… and she was married!

Fuck.

We continued to chat while I played with her shoulders, and that’s when things started to go wrong. Entirely innocently (I didn’t plan it, honest), I casually kissed her neck where it meets the collarbone… and she shivered. kadıköy escort Her arms reached up, wrapped around my neck, and she told me “Do that again!”

Hell, I had no idea of what was happening… but this was too much for me. Following instructions, I kissed her again… and slowly my kisses worked across her bare shoulder, kissing the strap of her dress aside, watching as the strap fell from her shoulder, baring her breast again, but this time she didn’t cover it.

Her nipple was very hard, and my hand on her shoulder blade slid around under her arm across the bare flesh to cup her breast, and feel the nipple between my fingers. My kisses continued down from her shoulder in towards her spine, and down the exposed spine… she leaning forward in the seat to allow my lips access.

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “Kiss me like that, I love it.”

God, what an opportunity… I continued kissing over her spine, then across to the other shoulder, up her neck a little, then down the top of the shoulder, kissing the other strap ahead of me, until it too dropped, and the whole front of her dress fell away into her lap, bearing a sight I had often imagined, two gorgeous breasts, topped with very erect nipples.

I cotinued the kisses, light butterfly kisses, touching the skin with the tip of my tongue, down her shoulderblade, then kneeling, down her side, then around beneath her breast, then up the underside of her breast, until her nipple was between my lips, kissing it, gently nibbling then biting it, then sucking it into my mouth, hard.

“Oh, god, yes…” she groaned. Obviously this was meeting with her approval, so my kisses continued, down her breast-bone, down her belly to her belly button… and the pile of loose material at her waste.

At that point, she said “here, let me,” and lifted herself slightly from the chair, taking her hands from off the back of my next where they had remained until now, and letting the dress fall to the floor around her ankles, where she carefully stepped out of it, then pushed it to one side.

She wasn’t wearing panties. The whole night, she hadn’t worn any underwear! No I knew that she had bostancı escort bayan planned this to happen, and that if so, she must have agreed this with her husband… which was a relief, a turn on, and at the same time still made me feel guilty because I had been doing this without knowing…

She sat back down in the chair, and my lips returned to her belly, kissing down her hips (what my tongue could reach of them), then down the outside of her thighs to reach her knees, then her ankles, then her feet, then her shoes, all encased in lace or shoe. I kissed the tips of her toes through the open ends of her shoes, and smiled as she shivered and her feet twitched in my hands.

Kissing back up the other foot now, over the underside of her lace-clad knee, up to the bare flesh just above her stockings. As my head moved further up her thigh, her legs opened until she was resting them on the arms of the chair, and her pussy lay waiting in front of me.

I resisted the temptation, and carefully licked around her inner thighs, then right up to the edges of her neatly trimmed thatch, down the outside lips of her pussy, all the way down to where the slit of her pussy began. Then slowly separating the lips with my tongue (I wanted to savour the moment), tasting her juices for the first time, and sinking my tongue deep into her cunt.

She was gasping now, and her hands were back at my neck, pulling my head in towards her cunt. I slid my tongue back up out of her cunt, up inside the lips, and over her clit, lightly flicking it with the tip of my tongue, then pressing it hard with the flat of my tongue, then finally sucking it between my lips.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned, pulling me harder, and then wrapping her legs around my shoulders, and bucking her hips up towards my tongue. Then suddenly I couldn’t hear with the naked flesh of her thighs pressed hard to my ears, and her pussy pressing up hard against my mouth, and her juices flooding my chin.

When her legs unclenched, and I could breath again, I wiped my face against her breasts, and grinned at her. “You were planning this, weren’t you.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “For days I have been thinking of what I should wear… and of what would happen tonight. It has been very hard to concentrate on anything else. And now, we have the rest of the night to play… let me get rid of those clothes of yours!”

Needless to say, it was a very long night.

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“Are you sure?”

“Marie, just put it in already.”

Marie bit her lip and stared down at her fiance. Andy’s dark skin shone in the candlelight as he held his legs up to reveal his ass to her. He was completely smooth down there, waxed clean after their vacation at the beach. His cock looked even bigger as it pointed up towards his face, precum leaking onto his abs.

She was naked as well, except for her strap-on. Her pink dildo was lined up with his asshole, but she kept rubbing it against his perineum. She didn’t want to make things weird between them, if he wasn’t sure. Lynn had guaranteed her that Andy would be ready after the beach, but she hadn’t let Marie see the video. Now she was hedging.

“Are you sure you’re sure?”

Andy sighed and grabbed her lubed, pink dick. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her, the insertable bulb end inside her rubbing against her g-spot. He put the head against his ass, and it slipped inside him. They were now connected by a 5″ pink silicone penis.

He smiled at her. “See? No problem.”

She smiled back and slowly worked her cock inside him. The puddle of precum was slipping off his stomach, and Marie scooped it up on her finger. She sucked it clean, keeping eye contact with Andy. More of the sticky substance pulsed out of his penis. She fed some of it to him.

Soon, she bottomed out and her hips pressed against his cheeks. Now it was time for the fun part. She pulled back and gave him a few long strokes with her cock. He grinned faintly, but she wanted to hear him moan. What was the point of fucking him if he wasn’t going to amuse her too?

“Is that good,” she cooed.

He nodded and let out another sigh.

He looked incredibly sexy, his deep brown skin glistening with sweat, cock twitching as her pink penis glided in and out. Still, as much as she liked seeing him sprawled out before her, this wasn’t quite what she had imagined. She wanted him hungry for it, not just indulging her fantasy.

She pulled out and he looked up at her quizzically.

“I can’t get a good angle,” she said.

“It felt pretty good to me.”

Marie shook her head and climbed up onto the bed. She laid down on her back, pink dildo pointing straight up. “Come over here and sit on it.”

Andy smiled and obliged her, straddling her hips. He lined her back up and lowered himself onto her dick. His big black cock bobbed and waved as he sat down, and she rubbed more oozing liquid into his frenulum. That made him gasp.

Marie put her hands on his ass and resumed fucking him, and now she was getting better results. The head of the dildo was hitting his prostate as she thrust into him, and his mouth formed an ecstatic “oh” as the pleasure hit him. The connected bulb inside her didn’t feel too bad either.

They worked into a steady rhythm, and she was careful to avoid stroking him as he bounced on her cock, hoping to keep him going. Andy had stamina, but that kind of stimulation would have him spraying all over her within minutes. It had taken her awhile to get him to do this, and she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Lynn had kept him going for nearly twenty minutes, and she was determined to have him for thirty.

He slowed down after a bit and rested against her. “Sorry, just need a quick break,” he said.

She wiggled her hips and he gasped. “My little pink dick too much for you?”

He smirked at her. She had been working on her dirty talk. Lynn helped.

“My ass just isn’t used to this kind of activity,” he said.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to change that,” she said, and her eyes gleamed back at him wickedly.

His cock twitched again, and he oozed down the shaft. Marie seized on his handsome member and milked it upward until a stream of precum appeared. She scooped in onto her index finger and held it out for him. He sucked it off without protest, and she savored the sight of it. He was past the point of embarrassment, and seeing his wanton expression egged her on.

Soon they were back to fucking, and Andy was moaning even more for her. Seeing his sturdy features melt into sweet pleasure was making her pussy even wetter, and the ripples of an orgasm washed over her as she pumped her cock inside him.

“I’m getting close,” he said breathlessly.

Marie fought to stay in the moment and keep fucking him, though the orgasm was intense. If she kept going like this, a second one might not be far behind.

“Are you going to cum for me,” she asked, thrusting into him.

He grunted and nodded, clearly riding his own wave of sensation. “Yes.”

“Are you going to cum on my tits?”

He nodded again, and his cock was pointed straight at her large breasts.

Her senses were amped up to eleven. She was all sex and sensuality now. “Are you going to lick it off me? Are you going to be my little bitch and clean up your cum?’

Andy probably would have hesitated even a few minutes ago, but that orgasm was way too close. She could have said anything and he would have agreed to it, so long as she kept fucking him.

“Yes,” he moaned, and jets of hot ataşehir escort cum shot out and onto her tits, chest, and neck. He came over and over again, and by the time he was done, Marie was drenched in his sperm. She barely even noticed her own orgasm hitting her again.

They sat there, panting, not saying anything for a few moments. Then Marie looked down at her tits and raised an eyebrow at him.

“So?”

Andy looked down at his mess, and smiled wanly. “Maybe next time,” he said.

She shrugged and thrust him one more time for good measure. He gasped and then lifted himself off her cock. Marie grabbed the towel they had brought to the bed and wiped off, though not before tasting his cum. It was definitely sweeter than James’.

They cleaned up quickly and were back in bed only a few moments later. Andy was still breathing heavily, and his naked form looked delicious in the flickering light of the candles. Marie wondered if he would be ready for another round tonight; it was her turn to be fucked.

“That was pretty good,” he said and gave her a kiss. She shoved her tongue into his mouth to make sure he could taste himself on her.

“Better than Lynn,” she asked with a grin.

He laughed. “Definitely.”

She had confessed their plan to him as soon as they got home from the beach. He looked more relieved than anything. She guessed that he was feeling guilty for cheating on her, so it must have taken a weight off his chest to find out that it was all part of the plan.

“Good,” she said. “That was the idea.”

He arched his brows and gave her a knowing smile. “Oh, so she was holding back on me? Maybe we’ll have to give it another try.”

Marie returned his smiled and glanced down at her phone. “Maybe we will.”

–

Lynn and James arrived at the party only thirty minutes late, which must have been a record for them. There were already a few people there, and they’d taken a trip around the block before finding a decent parking space.

James unloaded the crate of booze, and nodded down to the black duffle that Lynn grabbed from the trunk.

“What’s in that,” he asked.

Lynn shrugged. “Marie asked me to bring a few things for the party.”

They headed up the walkway and into the house, immediately awash with the noise from the stereo system. Anne and Cassie were standing near the door, talking, and greeted them warmly. They were two of Lynn and Marie’s oldest friends, and it had been a few months since the four of them were in a room together.

“Hey, good to see you,” said Anne, hugging her. Anne was slender, her fitted green dress accentuating her lithe frame. She had sharp features and a sensual demeanor. James had a bit of crush on her.

Cassie, by contrast, was all soft Irish curves, though she wasn’t out of shape. She wore a flowing linen dress, her long red hair cascading down one shoulder. “I think you guys are pretty much on time,” she said, impressed.

James grinned and hugged them both. “We let her drive this time.”

Lynn rolled her eyes. “He drives like my grandmother.”

“And you drive like mine,” he said. “Of course, she hasn’t had a licence in three years since-“

She punched him in the shoulder. “Where’s Marie,” she asked her friends.

Anne nodded towards the stairs. “She’s still fiddling with her makeup. Andy’s out back with the guys.”

James hefted the crate of alcohol and made for the kitchen. Lynn headed upstairs. Marie was in front of her vanity, just finishing up her contouring.

Lynn held up the duffle so Marie could see it in the mirror. “I come bearing gifts,” she said.

Marie turned around, somewhere between excited and apprehensive. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I think Anne was going to stay the night.”

Lynn shrugged and gave her a wicked grin. “Maybe we should ask her to join us then.”

Marie looked panicked, but she realized Lynn was joking after a moment.

“It’ll be fine. Anne’s going to be passed out on your couch by midnight, wine drunk. She won’t hear a thing.”

Marie turned back to her mirror. “Yeah, I guess so. It just makes me nervous, that’s all.”

Lynn set the bag under Marie’s bed. “It’ll be fine. You know this is going to be fun.”

Marie glanced to the bag and smiled. “Just make sure you get a few pictures, okay? And you still haven’t showed me the video from the beach.”

Lynn pulled out her phone and opened up the secret app, scrolling through her homemade porn archive until she found the right video. She queued it up and set it in front of Marie on the vanity. Andy’s panting and moaning spat out of the phone’s speaker, and Marie watched greedily as her fiancé was fucked up the ass.

“Bring it down when you’re done,” said Lynn, leaving her there. That would entice Marie enough to keep their plan going. It was a little risky to try it at a party, but their friends were drinkers, so it wasn’t likely there would be an issue.

When she came down, a few more people had arrived, and Andy and James had migrated back to the living room. They both had a beer in kadıköy escort hand and were talking. She was going to have to make sure they were nice and lubricated before their plan could go into effect.

Anne was over by the drinks, putting her bartending skills to use, and Lynn joined her.

“What are we having tonight,” she asked, shaking up a cocktail.

Lynn grabbed a couple shot glasses and the tequila. “I thought we’d start here.”

Anne laughed and poured out tequila shots. Lynn handed them to everyone standing nearby and raised hers up. Everyone clinked glasses and downed their shots, hooting with delight. A few more of those, and everything would be set.

The party got underway from there, and Lynn had the chance to catch up with Anne and Cassie. Not much had changed for either of them; Anne was still busting her tail at her hospital, and Cassie was chipping away at a graduate degree. Anne was between boyfriends, and Cassie was still Cassie, so there wasn’t much to speak of in her love life.

When Marie finally came down, she handed Lynn back her phone. It was hot and a little bit sweaty on the back, as if someone had been clutching it while masturbating to amatuer pegging videos. Marie’s makeup was holding up well against her thin layer of sweat.

A pitcher of margaritas later, Lynn and the girls were laughing it up and having a good time.

“And his mother walked in!”

Cassie and Marie had their mouths hanging open, but Lynn was laughing as Anne told them about her last boyfriend. She was pretty sure he was gay, but he was still firmly in the closet, and she said he had a nice smile.

“So I grab the sheets to cover up, but that just exposes him, and his mother’s like, ‘Well, at least it wasn’t with another man.’ And then she walks out!”

Cassie shook her head. “And this is why you only date guys with their own places.”

They all toasted to that.

“Okay, I’m going to go find my husband,” said Lynn. “Marie, come with me for a minute?”

Marie stood quickly and nearly tripped on her coffee table. “Whoops! Yeah.”

Lynn steadied her with a hand and they went into the kitchen. Some of the guys were on the back porch, talking and drinking beers. Lynn made sure no one was in listening distance and said, “Give us fifteen, then send him up. If something goes wrong, I’ll send you a text.”

Marie nodded solemnly and looked out to the porch. “Just make sure you take a picture or two, maybe a video?”

Lynn smiled and squeezed her arm. “I’ve got you covered.”

They walked outside and Lynn draped her arms around her husband’s neck. He was talking with Andy and one of Andy’s work friends, but he cut off when she attached herself to him.

“Hey, what’s up,” he said.

“I need a hand with something,” she said in his ear. “Come on.”

James broke away from the group and followed her to the back stairs. “A hand with what?”

Lynn didn’t answer, moving quickly up the stairs, careful not to trip. They came up to Marie and Andy’s room, and she sat down on the bed. James looked down with amusement, then noted the black duffle.

“So what did you need,” he asked, equal parts intrigue and trepidation.

Lynn leaned back and slid her dress up. James’ breath caught as he saw her crotchless underwear.

“I need someone to lick my cunt,” she said, wriggling her hips at him.

James looked back into the hall, nervous. “Now? Maybe we should-“

She sat up and pulled him in for a kiss, rubbing at his hardening cock through his pants. “I want your face in my pussy. Now.”

He didn’t argue any further. He dropped down to his knees and went to town, sucking and licking on her slit and clit. His tongue ran over her with a voracious appetite as the alcohol did its job. James wasn’t the least bit worried about who might come in and find them like this.

Lynn pressed him forward into her, then pulled him back by the hair. He looked up at her with exhibitionist lust.

“Do you want to fuck me,” she asked.

In response, her husband unbuckled his pants and let his cock spring free. It was hard as granite. She guided him forward, letting him rub against her clit for a few before pointing him down at her pussy.

He plunged in, sighing with relief, and she clenched down against him. But when he pulled back for a second thrust, she pushed him out and scrambled back. His face was crestfallen; he looked like that every time she pulled that trick. It was like Lucy and the football.

“But-“

She crossed her left and grinned malevolently back at him. “Do you want to fuck me?”

He took a step forward, but she wagged a finger at him.

“If you want to fuck me, you have to do exactly what I say, alright?”

James grabbed his cock unconsciously, but he nodded. He usually liked the games she came up with… at least, he did in the long run. Now, he would have to wait and see what she had in store for him.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs, and James turned to face them, frightened. He went to pull up his pants, but Lynn stopped him.

“Go bostancı escort bayan hide behind the bed,” she said, pushing him around to the other side of the frame.

He looked like he would object, but she pushed him, and he gave way.

A few moments later, the door opened, and Andy froze as he saw her.

“Oh, Lynn. What are you-“

“Andy, come in,” she said. “We’re expecting you.”

Andy frowned, but closed the door. “Does Marie know you’re up here?”

Lynn smiled and nodded. “Of course. Why do you think she sent you up?”

He didn’t quite know what to make of that, but as she opened her legs, he froze again, transfixed on her wet pussy. Without a word, she looked down at her crotch meaningfully.

Andy didn’t hesitate for more than a moment. He repeated the steps that James had taken, dropping to his knees and licking her pussy. And just like with James, Lynn pulled him back after a minute.

“Do you want to fuck me,” she asked.

He looked conflicted, even though he knew Marie had sent him up here. He nodded hesitantly.

“Good,” she said, opening her legs wider and leaning back. “Then get out that cock and fuck me.”

James was silent behind the bed as Andy divested himself of his pants and underwear. His 9″ dick was pointing right towards her, and Lynn was anxious to feel him inside of her. It had taken a bit of negotiating with Marie for her to let Lynn feel Andy’s cock in her pussy. It felt great in her ass at the beach, and she wanted to see what it was like in her vagina as well.

He stepped up to the bed and rubbed himself along her slit, just as James had, before dipping into her. It was wonderfully filling, and she sighed with pleasure as he got it all the way in. It would probably become uncomfortable in the long run, but the initial stretching and clenching against him was magnificent.

Then, after a few strokes, she pushed the cock all the way out of her. She might have let him go for a little while longer to enjoy the novelty of it, but that wasn’t the plan. Andy’s betrayal face was pretty similar to James’.

“But-“

“Get on the bed,” she said.

He did as he was told, and she pushed him on his back. She moved up and straddled his face, his breath hot against her pussy.

“If you want to fuck me, you’ll do exactly as you’re told.”

Andy nodded.

“Good. Now start licking, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

He started licking.

Without saying anything, Lynn leaned forward and smiled down at her husband. He looked confused and concerned. She did her best to ignore that and motioned for him to come around to the other side of the bed again.

As he did, Andy stopped licking and tried to look. She grabbed him by the hair and forced his lips against her pussy again.

James came around, totally lost, as he watched his best friend eating out his wife. She motioned for him to come closer. He moved in and she gave him a kiss before taking his hand and placing it on her breast. He squeezed and pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

Andy couldn’t see past her thighs, but he could hear James in the room. He couldn’t know it was James, which was exactly what she was counting on. She grabbed her husband’s head and looked him in the eye. Then she looked down at the big black cock between them.

“Now get down there suck his cock, slut,” she said.

James looked at her in panic, but she pushed him down, and he couldn’t resist. If they’d had time to work his prostate for a bit, she would have had him sucking dick without a second thought, but this was even better in some ways. James’ conflicting urges were showing on his sexy features, and she was loving it. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and started recording.

James leaned between Andy’s legs, an inch from his cock, hovering above it. His eyes were transfixed on the length of dark flesh, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was hesitating, but part of him had always wanted to try it. Lynn wanted to see that part of him engulf the stiff 9″ dick and suck down a thick load of cum.

She was turning at an odd angle, one hand on her phone to record the scene unfolding before her. With her other hand, she grabbed her husband’s wrist and pulled it up to Andy’s crotch. James reached out slowly and closed his fingers around the base of the hard black cock. She took his other hand and cupped it around his balls.

Andy bucked his hips and the tip of his cock brushed James’ lips. “Feels good,” he crooned.

Lynn sat down on Andy’s face again. “Keep licking,” she said. Then, to her husband, “Did you hear that? He said your hands feel good. I bet he’d really like to feel your mouth around his big, hard cock.”

Andy jerked his hips up a couple more times for emphasis. James swallowed, adjusted his grip, and leaned in to lick the sticky precum off the head. He ran his tongue up and down the the long shaft, eyes looking up toward his wife…and the camera. Then, he licked all the way up to the tip and let it slide into his mouth.

Lynn was ecstatic. Her pussy was on fire as Andy worked her to orgasm and she watched James’ mouth full of cock. She came after another minute of watching him bob up and down, working the shaft and balls with his hands. Andy had to put his hands against her thighs to keep from suffocating underneath her.

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Ne yaparsınız ki kızcağızı teselli etmek bana düşmüştü. Aslında O’na da kızgındım. Ama ne yaparsınız ki aşıktım. Hem aramızda bir ilişki yoktu. Kızdan hangi sıfatla hesap soracaktım ki? Hem yaşananlar tam anlamıyla gençlik hatasıydı.

Fakat zaman geçtikçe kız ile aramızda yakınlaşma başladı. “Beni bu dünyada en iyi sen anlıyorsun.” falan demeğe başlamıştı. Kısa bir süre içinde biz çıkmaya başlamıştık. Artık arkadaş grubu içinde beraber takılmak bizi açmıyordu. Çok zaman kalabalıklardan kaçıyor, başbaşa kalmak için fırsatlar yaratıyor, tenhalara kaçıyorduk. Aklımda hep Ahmet ile iskelenin üzerinde yaptıkları vardı. O’na hem kızıyor, hem aynı şeyleri yapmak istiyor ama bunları yaparken de hem Ahmet’in düştüğü pozisyona düşmek istemiyor, hem de O’nu incitmek istemiyordum.

Ben bu kadar ince düşünürken bir gece O bana “Yaa, sen ne biçim bir erkeksin” dedi. Bir türlü onu öpmüyormuşum. Ben de ona cinselliğin ikinci planda geldiğini, önceliğin aşk olduğunu falan anlatmaya başlamıştım. Sanırım o da bana bıyık altından güldü. tabi haklısın falan dedi. Çok sonraları fark ettim ki, aslında böyle konuşmakla yanlış yapmışım. Ama o gece ilk kes öpüştük ve hatta elbise üzerinden taze göğüslerini sıkıştırma fırsatı buldum.

O yaşlarda daha önce bir kaç kez kadınlarla beraber olmuştum, ama hepsi para karşılığı genelevlerde yapılmış, çok ucuz ve çok adi sekslerdi. Bir kızla hiç seks yapmadığımdan ne kadar ileri gidebileceğim ve nerede onu korkutacağımı tam olarak kestiremiyordum. Buyüzden üzerimde bir ürkeklik vardı. Daha sonraları itiraf ettiğine göre bu ona çok da çekici gelmiş.

Birinci ayımızı doldurduğumuz günün gecesinde kutlama yapmaya karar verdik. Ben bir şişe şampanyayla sahilde başbaşa kutlama yapmayı teklif ettim. Amacım sahilde alkol aldıktan sonra kum tepelerinden birinin arasına, gecenin de karanlığındanda istifadeyle gizlenerek sevişmekti. Zaten evlere gidemiyorduk, çünkü ailelerimizden birisi mutlaka evde oluyordu.

Şampanyamızı aldık, sahildeki şezlongların üzerinde ikişer veya üçer bardak şampanya içtik, ona biraz daha tenha bir tarafa gitmek istediğimi söyledim. Niyetimi o da anlamıştı. Çapkınca gülüşlerle başta biraz naz etti sonra aniden ayağa kalkarak elimden beni karanlığa doğru çekti. Karanlıkta kaybolmuştuk.

Kum tepelerinin arasında kendimize sota bir yer bulduk. Hemen yere oturdu. Ben de yanına. Bir iki dakika öylece oturduk. Sonra birbirimize baktık ve şehvetle dudaklarımız buluştu. Bir birimizi deliler gibi öpüyorduk. Tükrükler çoktan birbirine karışmıştı. Bir benim dilim onun ağzının içinde define arıyordu, bir onunki benim ağzımın içinde. 15 – 20 dakika deliler gibi öpüştük. Tabi bu arada ellerim memelerini tişörtünün üzerinden okşuyordu. Artık daha ileri gitmenin zamanının geldiğini anlamıştım. Çünkü nefesi iyice hızlanmıştı. dudaklarından ayrılıp, boynuna yöneldim. Boynunukah öpüyor kah yalıyordum. ellerim memelerini okşuyor, oradan beline göbeğine iniyordu. Ellerimi bacaklarının arasına koyduğumda ateş gibi yandığını fark ettim. Çok şaşırmıştım. Daha önce birlikte olduğum orospuların amları hiç böyle yanmıyordu. Hatta bazıları sikişmeye başlamadan önce amlarını tükrüklüyorlardı.

Bacaklarının arasını uzun uzun okşadım. Sürekli alev alev yandılar. Derken belini okşarken usulca ellerimi arkasından tişörtünün içine soktum ve sıyırdım. Sütyeniyle yanımda yatıyordu. Deliler gibi göğüslerini öptüm, okşadım, yaladım. Sonra ellerimi arkasına geçirip sütyenini çözmeye çalıştım. Fakat o da ne? Bir türlü sütyenini çözemiyordum. Bana güldü. Biraz doğrularak sütyenini kendisi çözdü. Tekrar kumların üzerine kendini bırakıverdi. Gencecik memelerini görünce kalp atışlarım hızlanmıştı. Direk yumuldum. Bu arada o da boş durmuyor, beni okşuyordu. Diğer yerlerim neyse de, şortun üzerinden aletimi okşaması çok hoşuma gitmişti.

Halimizi düşünebiliyor musunuz? Kumların üzerinde iki genç. Ben şort – tişört, o sadece altında bir tayt, üstü çıplak, sevişiyoruz. Aklıma filmlerde gördüğüm sahneler geliyor ve onları yaşamak istiyordum. Fakat eldeki bulgurdan da oluruz korkusuyla, gel senin ağzına vereyim falan diyemiyordum. Ama o devamlı benimkini üstten okşuyor ve beni sürekli zevkte tutuyordu. Cesaretimi topladım, memelerinin arasını ışlak ıslak yaladıktan sonra biraz doğruldum ve benimkini çıkarttım. Bir an durdu ve yaptığımı anlamaya çalıştı.

Bir hamlede göbeğinin üzerine oturdum. Benimkini memelerinin arasına koyarak, ellerini göğüslerini sıkıştıracak şekilde yerleştirdim. Gözlerini kapattı, başını arkaya doğru attı. Bende ileri doğru uzanarak göğüslerinin arasında gidip gelmeye başlamıştım. Tam tükrük kurumuştu ve hafif hafif acı vermeye başlamıştı ki, aletimin ucunda ıslaklık hissettim.

Bir de baktımki, kafasını kaldırmış gelip gittikçe benimkini yalıyor. Bu durum çok hoşuma gitmişti. Daha fazla şevk ile yapmaya devam ettim. Aklıma acaba ağzına alıp almayacağı geldi. Durdum. biraz daha ileri kaykılarak aletimin tümünü ağzına ittirdim. Hiç problem çıkarmadan tümünü aldı ve resmen somurmaya başladı. İyice başım dönmeye başlamışdı. O yerde yatarken üzerinde aletimi ağzına uzatarak daha fazla duramazdım. Fakat ağzından çıkmak da istemiyordum. Ensesinden tutarak kendimi soğuk kumların üzerine bıraktım. Şimdi ben altta yatıyordum ve üstte, o beni emiyordu. Üstü çıplaktı fakat altında hala taytı vardı.

Yavaşça uzandım, ellerimi tam taytının lastiklerinin arasına sokmuştum ki irkilerek ellerimi tuttu. “Ben de senin kini yalamak istiyorum, 69 yaparız.” dedim. Kesin bir ifadeyle reddetti. İyice gözüm dönmüştü. Artık tamamını istiyordum. Fakat bakire olduğunu düşündüğümden işimin olmayacağını tahmin ediyordum. Ama benimkini de artık bir yerlere sokmam ve boşalmam lazımdı. Hem gerçeği gibi olsun istedim, hem de belki de onu da biraz daha tava getirir, en azında bir ters ilişki yakalarım diye umarak bacaklarının arasına girdim. Şaşırmıştı. Üstünde tayt olduğu halde bacaklarının arasında gidip gelmeye başladım. Nefesi iyice hızlanmıştı. Belli belirsiz inlemelerle hırlıyordu. Fırsat bu fırsattır dedim. “Taytın benimkini acıttı, taytı çıkartalım. Nasıl olsa külotun var. Söz veriyorum sana istemediğin bir şeyi yapmayacağım. O külotu hiç çıkartmayız.” dedim. Kabul etti.

Artık incecik donunun üzerinde gidip geliyordum. Sıcaklığını aletimle hissedebiliyordum. Dudakları iyice açılmış ve ıslanmıştı. Külotu sırıl sıklamdı. Benimkini de ıslatıyordu. Şıpır şıpır sesler geliyordu. İyice kayganlaştığından şüphelenerek kafamı eğdim ve baktım, meğerse külotu gidip gelmelerimden iyice sıyrılmış, ben am dudaklarının üzerinde gidip geliyormuşum. Durumu fark edince iyice tahrik oldum. Tam boşalacaktım ki “Ufff… yeter daha fazla dayanamayacağım” dedi. Doğruldu. Yıkılmıştım. Tam da zamanında böyle şey yapılır mıydı?

Bak.” dedi, “Bana söz ver, bu tamamen aramızda kalacak. Kimseye söylemeyeceksin. Sır.” dedi. Nede olsa sütten ağzı yanmıştı. Şimdi ayranı üfleyerek içiyordu. “Tamam.” dedim. Yarın akşam daha iyilerini yaparız diye düşünürken külotunu tamamen çıkarttı ve tekrar kumların üzerine uzandı. Şok olmuştum. Benden ne istiyordu acaba? “Gelsene” dedi. “Sana hepsini vereceğim.” dedi. Derin bir şoktaydım. Kımıldıyamıyordum. Aşık olduğumu düşündüğüm kızın bakire olmadığını keşfetmiştim. O yaşımdaki aklımla şoktaydım. Elimden tuttu, beni üzerine çekti. Neredeyde kımıldıyamıyordum. “Hadi ama” dedi. Sonrada aletimi tutarak, başını dudaklarının üzerine koydu. Bana sadece ittirmek kalmıştı. Yüzünde tatlı bir gülümsemeyle gözlerimin içine derin derin baktı.

Tanrım diyordum kendi kendime. Orospu olmayan bir kadınla ilk kez beraber oluyordum. Çok heyecanlıydım. Deliler gibi üzerinde gidip geliyordum. O kah gözlerini kapatıyor, kah açıyordu. Ama belli olan bir şey vardı ki, o da onun bu işten müthiş zevk aldığıydı. Heyecanımdan bir türlü boşalamıyordum. Tam çok yoruldum artık bırakayım derken titremeye başladığını fark ettim. İlk kes bir kadın benimle sevişirken boşalıyordu. Hem sevinmiştim, hem de şaşkınlığım bir kat daha artmıştı. O boşaldıktan sonra durdum. Beni ensemden tutup kendine çekti. Dudaklarıma yapışarak beni uzun uzun öptü. Hala içindeydim. “Sen sanırım hala boşalamadın” dedi. “Ben senin için bir kez daha yaparım, devam et” Tekrar başladım. Dinlenmiştim de zaten. Uzun uzun gittim geldim. İlkinde kendini tutmuştu. Ama bu sefer daha rahat davranıyordu. Daha yüksek sesle, daha uzun uzun iniltiler geliyordu. Bacakları yoruluyor kah bacaklarını omuzuma koyuyor, kah yanlara açıyor, bir belime doluyor, bir havalara dikiyordu. Her farklı pozisyonda tahrik oluyordum. Ama ben birtürlü boşalamıyordum. Ben bunların hiçbirini orospularla yaşamamıştım. Resmen şoktaydım.

Sen pozisyonu sevmedin sanırım” dedi. Bir yılan kıvraklığıyla altımdan sıyrıldı, ne olduğunu anlamadan önümde domalıverdi. arkadan amına girmemi istiyordu. Bütün arkası kum içindeydi. Yanaştım. Fakat bir türlü denk getiremiyordum. Çok tecrübesisdim. İlk kez arkadan bir kadına yanaşıyordum. Eliyle tuttu, yolu gösterdi. Biraz becerdim, çıktı. Tekrar soktu. Bir türlü beceremiyordum, beceremedikçe de moralim bozuluyor, şevkim kaçıyordu. Halbüki filmlerde ne kadar da kolay yapıveriyorlardı.

Bana döndü “Yeter” dedi. “Uzan yere.” dedi. Uzandım. Üzerime çıktı zıplamaya başladı. Çok hoşuma gitmişti. ben de onun ritmini tutturmaya başladım. Ben hızlandıkça o da hızlandı. Derken onu biraz havaya kaldırıp, alttan sert vurmanın ne kadar zevkli bir şey olduğunu farkettim. Sanırım ağzımdan iniltilerle birlikte küfürler de çıkmaya başlamıştı. “Evet, evet. Yapabilirsin” diyordu.

İyice gözlerim kararıyor, gözlerimin üzerinde ve beynimde şimşekler çakıyordu. Boşalacaktım. Ama boşalırken üstte olmalıydım. Sert bir hareketle onu yere devirdim ve üzerine çıktım. Hızla, hırsla, durmaksızın dibine kadar sokuyordum. Hatta imkanı olsa taşaklarımı da içine sokacaktım. İyice içinde durdum, geliyordum. O da yine zangır zangır titremeye başlamıştı. Aklıma korunup korunmadığı geldi. Çıkarttım. Çıkarttığım anda da boşalmaya başladım. Hemen arkamdan o geldi. Arka arkaya boşaldık. Oluk oluk, dolu dolu, kıvamlı kıvamlı göbeğinin üzerine boşalıyordum. Bir yandan da iyice boşalayım diye elimle otuzbir çekiyordum. Sanırım o güne kadar hiç o kadar çok boşalmamıştım. “İyi oldu dışarı boşaldığın” dedi. Korunmuyormuş.

Yaz bitene kadar hemen hemen her gece beraber olduk. Ama hiç biri o ilk gecenin büyüsüne sahip olamadı. Sonradan söylediğine göre o gece defalarca boşalmış. Yaz bittiğinde farklı şehirlere dönmek zorunda kaldık.

Sonra farklı üniversitelere gittik. İkimizinde farklı sevgilileri olmuştu. Uzun yıllar pek görüşemedik. Yada eskisi gibi görüşemedik. Yaz tatillerinde karşılaşıyorduk ama hem eskisi kadar çok kalamadığımız için, hem de ikimizinde farklı sevgilileri olduğu için eskisi gibi bir türlü olamadık bir daha. Zamanla birbirimizi unuttuk. Bir tek o ilk gece unutulamadı. Yada en azından ben unutamadım. Yıllar sonra farklı insanlarla evlendik, ikimizinde akran birer oğlu var. Sanırım o geceyi o da unutamamış. Çünkü oğluna benim adımı koymuşlar.

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Önce o kalktı masadan gitti tuvalet boş ise beni çaldıracaktı benim telefonumu bende gidecektim.5 dakika geçtikten sonra aradı ve bende hemen üzerime bi sos döktüm ve garsona tuvaletin yerini sordum inandırıcı olsun diye, alt kattaydı zaten ve tenha görünüyordu, hemen kapıya tıklattım ve beni içeri aldı hemen. bir kabine girdik. İnanılmaz bir andı kadınlar tuvaletinde hellene ile bir kabinde öpüşüyorduk delice. Biraz öptükten sonra onu başladım boynunu yalamaya ve ısırmaya bu onu deli ediyordu arada kulak memelerinide öpüyordum iyice tahrik oluyordu. Onun bi eli saçımda beni boynuna bastırıyo bi eliyle ise benim aleti mıncıklıyordu. Sonra oda beni yalamaya başladı biraz daha öpüştükten sonra aşağıya doğru indi bende klozetin üstüne oturdum pantolonumu çıkarttı ve yalamaya başladı inanılmazdı, hepsini sokmaya çalışıyo ağzının içine benimk**e küçük değildir hepsini alamıyordu ama mükemmel yapiyordu işini beni delirtiyordu torbalarınımı emiyor, sikimin başını hafif ısırıyor damarları emiyor, harika bi iş çıkarıyordu zaten bende dayanamadım daha fazla ağzına sarsılarak boşalmaya başladım sanki biraz önce yemek yememiş karnı açmış gibi vakumluyordu benim sikimi, hiç birisi dışa aksın istemiyordu. Şimdi sıra bana gelmişti üzerindekini çıkardım siyah dantelli sütyeni vardı üstünden biraz ısırdıktan sonra sütyeni çıkardım göğüslerini yalamaya başladım muhteşem göğüsleri vardı, yalamaya doyamıyordum, uçlarını hafif hafif ısırıyordum zevkten kuduruyordu, inlememek için kendini zor tutuyordu, ikimizde ses çıkarmamaya çalışıyorduk heran biri duyabilirdi bizi rezil olabilirdik, ama bu yakalanma duygusunun verdiği korku ikimizin aldığı zevki 2 katına çıkardı çılgınca sevişiyorduk ses çıkarmadan.

Derken dışarıdan gelen bi sesle durmak zorunda kaldık, içeri biri girmişti, ikimizde yarıçıplak halde birbirimize dokunamadan duruyorduk ses olmasın diye, ama ben çıldırıyordum, kadının çıkmasını bekledik ve o çıkıncada artık eve gidelim ben dayanamıyorum dedim orda devam edelim dedim, oda tamam dedi, önce o çıktı,, sonrada ben çıktım kabinden ve kimseye yakalanmadan çıktık dışarı, sonra hesabı ödeyip hemen yola koyulduk eve doğru, ama arabada da rahat durmuyordu, bana arabayla giderken oral sex yapıyordu, inanın o yol nasıl geçti hatırlamıyorum bile, inanılmaz bir duyguydu ve bir o kadar da tehlikeydi.

En sonunda eve geldik, ve hemen onu ayakta duvara dayadım, başladım dudaklarını boynunu, kulaklarını yalamaya ve öpmeye, ordan göğüslerine ve sıra gelmişti onun amını yalamaya, göğüslerinden yavaşça aşağıya doğru indim. Pantolonunu indirdim, siyah tangası önüme çıktı kokladım biraz mis gibi kokuyordu, biraz üstünden yaladıktan sonra tangayı yana sıyırdım ve artık dilimi içine sokmaya başladım mükemmeldi yeni traş etmiş kokular sürmüş kendi kokusuda birleşince başımı döndürüyordu. Bir süre dilimle git gel yaptıktan sonra zevk suları gelmeye başladı, yaladım hepsini bende onun bana yaptığı gibi, sonra tekrar yalamaya başladım gidip içeriden biraz buz alıp koydum amına, sonra gene dilimi içine soktum buzu elime alıp, bi kaç kere böyle yapınca iyice kudurdu ve bayılacak gibi oldu zevkten, artık o beklediğimiz an gelmişti bende dayanamıyordum yatağın üstüne oturdum kucağıma aldım onu yerleştirdim sikimi onun aralığına ve zıplamaya başladı, o zıplarken bende onun göğüslerini ısırıyordum, vucudunu okşuyordum, artık ikimizde zevkten çıldırmıştık ben yavaş yavaş kucağımdayken ayağa kalkmaya başladım ve kalktım, artık ayakta sikiyordum onu, deli gibi bağırıyordu evin içinde zor tutuyordum ağızını komuşular duymasın diye.. zevkten delirmiştik, bi süre git gelden sonra ikimizde aynı anda boşalmaya başladık, spermle karışık onun zevk suları bacağımdan akmaya başladı ve yatağın üstüne yığıldık az dinlendikten sonra tekrar benim aleti eline aldı ve yalamaya başladı tekrar istiyorum diyordu, aldım onu ayağa kaldırdım dayadım cama dışarıyı seyrederken bende ayakta sikiyordum onu, saçını elime doladım yüzü iyice cama yapıştı, ve dışarıyı görecek şekilde inliyordu zevkten, iyiki 6. kattaydık yoksa yakalanabilirdik ama karşıda kimse yoktu iyiki Sonra Onu evin her köşesinde bağırta bağırta becerdim, sonraki günkü maceralarımız ise otobüste tahrik etme üzerine,ve otobüste iyice azıp arabada tenha yerlerde sikişmekle geçti. onlarıda ilerleyen günlerde yazacağım umarım beğenmişinizdir yorumlarını bekliyorum ayrıca kapım tüm bayanlara açık ama olgunlara daha bi düşkünüm Kendi aldığım zevkten çok karşımdakilerin aldığı zevk daha önemlidir benim için, o nedenle de her türlü fantazilerinizi isteklerinizi çekinmeden benimle paylaşabilirsiniz. Sonuçta bu yaşadığımız beraberliği unutulmaz bi ana çevirmek ve 2 tarafında doyumsuz zevk almasına çok önem veririm. Daha önce bir çok tecrübem oldu, mail adresim [email protected] aynı zamanda msn adresimde eğer görmek isterseniz ekleyip görebilirsiniz beni, sizinle tanışmayı gerçekten çok isterim, umarım en yakın zamanda görüşürüz, her bayan rahatlıkla yazabilir bana hiçbir çekinceniz olmasın..:)

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