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The fourth installment of the Golden Memories series; this story continues from the morning after part three, as such all the same author’s commentary from that story applies (work of fiction, etc), with the caveat that, unlike it’s predecessor, this story will contain watersports play. If you can’t get into that particular fetish then this story may not be for you.

*****

My eyes flickered open to the dull light of the morning working its way through the closed venetian blinds. It was either very early, or clouds had rolled in overnight. I hoped for the latter; maybe the heat wave would finally break. I was still snuggled up to Mark’s chest, his bulging pectoral had made a very nice pillow as neither of us seemed to have moved an inch during the night. Cuddling closer, I noticed my morning erection pressing against this thick thigh, making me smile. I needed to go to the washroom but I did not want to leave the warm comfort of Mark and his bed. I laid there contently for a while, thinking about the unbelievable love making we had shared the night before and just enjoying where I was at that place and time, but eventually nature won out. I gently rolled out of bed, trying not to disturb my lover, and looked for an alarm clock. Nearly eight o’clock. Good, it was clouds then.

I closed the bathroom door behind me quietly and did my business, then I brushed my teeth with a travel kit I had brought in my bag. Back in the bedroom I slipped on a fresh pair of my trademark black hip briefs and pulled a tight black undershirt from my bag, donning that as well. Quietly I collected my pack of cigarettes, the ashtray, and my empty whiskey glass and went downstairs to the kitchen, on the hunt for coffee. Mark had one of those fancy, single-cup coffee machines with the pods on his counter. I found a mug in a cabinet near the sink and figured the machine out in short order. My pants were where I’d left them in the living room the night before and I pulled them on, thinking I’d have a smoke with my coffee out on the deck.

Stepping outside I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, lighting a cigarette. Just past the awning a fine misting of rain fell from the cloudy sky and it was indeed cooler than it had been days previous. I sat quietly, sipping on my coffee and puffing my smoke, enjoying the tolerable weather for a change. I thought of Mark upstairs sleeping and I was glad I accepted his offer to come spend the weekend. He was very easy to get along with and oh my god the sex! He’d touched me in ways no one ever had, and I don’t just mean his monster cock being ten inches inside me either, though, that didn’t hurt. I was getting myself worked up again, and I thought of the gangbang I had given the greenlight to yesterday, exciting me even more. I was still nervous about the idea, but I was also looking forward to it with eager anticipation. All hot and bothered now, I decided to go back upstairs and wake Mark up with a nice surprise if he hadn’t woken up already. I finished my coffee, stubbed out my smoke, and headed back inside.

Sure enough Mark was just as I had left him, asleep on his back in the middle of the bed. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them and stripping the rest of my clothes off before crawling onto the bed. The thin sheet we had slept under was draped over him from the waist down and I pulled it off slowly, inch by inch revealing my prize. I don’t think it mattered how many times I could see it; his huge cock was a shocking monument of masculinity. Even flaccid it was thick and heavy looking. I slid between his legs, drawing nearer to his manhood until I was face to face with the puckered opening of his foreskin.

With one hand I lifted him to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head, slipping my tongue inside the foreskin and swirling it around in slow circles, savoring the taste and smell of his sex. I gently sucked on him, working him over with my mouth until he began to engorge. His cock was so big flaccid it didn’t really grow much when he got hard, but it inflated somewhat, growing dense and heavy, warming as the blood flowed into it. I really got off on feeling a soft cock harden in my mouth, my own stiffening cock pinned beneath me was a living testament to my arousal. I looked up at him to see if he was reacting but no, not yet, he was still fast asleep. I bobbed up and down on his firm dick, stroking his shaft gently with one hand and massaging his big, smooth balls with the other. After a few minutes I began to taste the sweet flavor of his precum leaking into my mouth, driving my desire for him through the roof. Finally, Mark awoke with a grunt of surprise as I sucked enthusiastically on his member. I looked up at him with a smile in my eyes and he chuckled, reaching down to caress the back of my head.

“Good morning.” He said with a gentle moan.

“Morning!” I said cheerily, popping of his cock just long enough to reply before hungrily diving back down.

Mark escort ataşehir laid his head back down on the pillow as I blew him greedily, stopping occasionally to rub my face against his balls and give them a good tongue bath. I was so into his cock right at that moment, kissing, licking and nuzzling all over his entire manhood. I loved feeling his warm, smooth skin all over my face.

“Baby this feels amazing, but I really got to take a piss.” Mark said regretfully, propping his head up with one arm.

“Okay.” I replied, sucking his head back into my mouth.

“Okay what? You gotta stop.” He laughed.

“Just go.” I answered, pushing forward on his dick again, giving the head a swirl with my tongue.

“Just go? Right now?” He said, a dubious tone in his voice.

“Hmm-mhm.” I nodded, not even bothering to come off his dick.

“You’re not going to make a mess?”

I just shook my head, keeping him inside my mouth. I was so excited for this! Mark sighed and I felt him relax, and a long few seconds later I felt his hot piss begin to flow into my mouth. He tasted concentrated, stronger than I prefer, but I expected as much first thing in the morning and it turned me on just the same. Staring into his eyes as he watched me, I wanting him to know I was thankful for his gift to me. I lapped at his slit, lips sealed around his cock as he filled my mouth, slowly at first but quickly picking up steam. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his potent urine, swallowing just as fast as he could fill my mouth. I consumed so much of his water I was starting to feel full, but I was kind of committed now. Besides, I adored swallowing his piss and it turned me on even more knowing that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to; I would have to take it all.

“So fucking hot baby.” Mark growled, looking down at me.

I didn’t miss a drop, swallowing everything he had to give me, until the stream finally tapered off and stopped flowing. Only then did I break eye contact as I went right back to hungrily servicing him without missing a beat, bobbing up and down on his still erect member. Mark moaned and laid his head back down, relaxing while I sucked him. His vocalizations of pleasure made me happy, every moan encouraging me as I blew him enthusiastically. Soon the stream of precum had resumed, delighting me with a new flavor to bask in while I worshipped him with utter devotion. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I’d lost any sense of time, existing only in the moment as I serviced my lover with total abandon.

As Mark’s breathing grew shallower and he began to tense a little, I knew he would soon explode in my mouth. I stroked his shaft rapidly while I bobbed on his glans, feeling his foreskin slide back and forth with my lips. He began to pant before he tensed up and groaned mightily, a thick jet of cum splashed against my tongue and coated my mouth, filling me with glee. He tasted amazing as always, thick and salty, as he pumped squirt after squirt into my mouth. I swallowed a mouthful already but he just kept cumming, groaning loudly as his orgasm rumbled through him. I loved every part of eating his seed; the taste, the texture, the sensation of it splashing into my mouth, the feeling of his cock pulse with every thick rope he spurted… I’d never been with a man who came so much, but I loved that especially. When his orgasm subsided, I finally slowed down, but I wasn’t done until I was sure I’d sucked every last drop out of his balls.

“Wow.” Mark moaned.

“Hmm.” I replied with a smile. I crawled up next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek and snuggling up to his shoulder.

“That was… Wow.” He repeated.

“Told you I’d go right back to being a dirty slut.” I said playfully, biting my lower lip.

“You weren’t kidding.” He turned to kiss me, his tongue just barely parting my lips and grazing the tip of my own.

“I’m going to make us breakfast.” I said happily, sitting up on the edge of the bed, pulling my briefs and undershirt back on.

“You want help?” Mark asked, starting to get up with a groan.

“Please, all kitchens are the same. I got this. You take your time, come down when you’re ready.” I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek once more and turned to the door.

I wanted to cook for Mark. He made me feel happy and there was more than one way I could service him in return. I opened the fridge, on the hunt for breakfast foods. After a bit of snooping around I sniffed out bacon, eggs and breakfast sausage in the fridge and a bag of sliced bread in the freezer. I hesitated a moment, unsure what I should cook. I didn’t normally eat breakfast, but I considered Mark’s physique and shrugged, figuring I’d just cook it all. I found everything I needed easily enough; minor eccentricities aside all kitchens really are the same. I heard the shower start upstairs as I cooked, and I started the coffee machine again. By the time I heard Mark coming down the stairs I had whipped kadıköy escort up two heaping plates of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, with a pile of toast on the side.

“God damn.” Mark said as he entered the kitchen, “I need to have you over more often.”

I smiled and handed him a steaming cup of coffee before sitting down at a barstool in front of my plate. We talked while we ate our breakfast, and I noticed the rain had picked up outside. When we were done, I tried to clean up, but Mark wouldn’t let me, he said I had done enough already. I made mention how much I liked the rain, looking out the sliding glass door to the backyard and he suggested I go outside and have a smoke. I started to go get my pants but he told me not to worry about it. I knew it was plenty warm enough so I took my coffee cup and went outside while he tidied up. After a while Mark came out to join me. He approached me from behind and started massaging my neck and shoulders, his powerful fingers dug deep trenches in my muscles making me moan softly.

“Listen,” he started, still massaging me firmly, “I got to pick up some supplies for the job I’m working on. You’re welcome to come, but you’d be better off staying here. It’ll be standing around a warehouse waiting until they get the order together and loaded up. Not very glamorous.”

“Hmm.” I moaned as he kneaded my shoulders. “As great as that sounds, I’m okay with staying here. You going now?”

“Naw, we’ll hang out for a bit.” He smiled down at me.

I lit another cigarette and watched the rain fall across the yard. The sound, I think, is what I liked most about the rain. It has a way of supplanting the other noises of the world and asserting itself as the defining quality of the atmosphere. I found it calming. Mark kept at it, mostly rubbing my neck and shoulders, though occasionally a hand would drift down inside my undershirt and massage my chest, stopping to playfully flick my nipples. I felt so good as his strong hands worked me over and by the time he was done I really felt loose and relaxed. After a while we went back inside and Mark headed off to run his errand.

I plopped down on the couch, reclining into the corner of the ‘L’ shape and flicked on the TV. I quickly became bored with the mindless selection of programming and got up to rifle through the bookshelf next to the TV. I found myself surprised at the collection he had, seeing books on politics, history, science, some by authors I knew well and some I’d never heard of. There were a healthy collection of fiction works as well; Mark seemed to like his spy-thrillers. I pulled something off the shelf about a USMC sniper and curled up on the couch to read it. It seemed like a good book and it passed the time quickly; I made a note of the title so I could pick up a copy. After a couple hours Mark came home, finding me there in my underwear, cigarette hanging from lips and my nose buried in the book.

“Look at you!” He said with a laugh. “I got us another case of beer; thought we might need it.”

I moved to get up but Mark insisted I stayed where I was. After a few minutes of clinking bottles around the fridge he came out to join me, handing me a beer and sitting beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

“Oh, that’s a good one.” He said, looking at the cover of the book I had been reading.

“Yeah, I’m gonna pick up a copy I think.” I replied.

“Why don’t you take that one?”

“No, I wouldn’t want to take your book.”

“It’s fine, I’ve read it twice. Besides, you can always give it back next time.”

Was he being presumptuous assuming there would be a next time? Who was I kidding, of course there would be a next time; Mark was really good to me and I liked being around him, to say nothing of the amazing sex we shared. We sat together for some time, him watching something on the TV, me leaning against his warm bulk reading the book as we drank our beers. I was content. We had already established an intimate familiarity and we were obviously very comfortable together; it was nice.

At some point we discussed when Mark should tell the guys to come over. I wanted to eat dinner either long before, or after the festivities; best to have an empty stomach for what I had in mind, I thought. We decided on an early dinner and have the guys over after ten o’clock. Mark said he could eat steak every day of the week, and I was inclined to agree, so dinner would be a repeat of last night. As he went to find his phone to send a message to the guys, I asked him to add in that I request they drink lots of water and no coffee a few hours before. Mark chuckled at this, but I knew coffee has an unpleasant effect of the taste of piss that I’d rather avoid if possible. This finalization of the plans made it suddenly real, and I began to feel apprehensive again.

“I’m a little nervous about this.” I shared, lighting another smoke.

“If you’re having second thoughts let me know, this is totally up to maltepe escort bayan you.” He said earnestly.

“No, no. I want to do it. I really want to do it. I’m just nervous. Hell, I was nervous yesterday waiting to hang out with you, and I’d already met you.”

“I get it. I’m a little unsure myself, I have to work with these guys again!” He said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah…” I really hadn’t considered much how this could be awkward for Mark as well. That encouraged me some; we were in this together really.

“You know I’m going to take good care of you though, right?” He asked.

I really did. I trusted him. He was gentle and respectful with me, except of course he knew when he could be rough as well. That went a long way to soothing my anxieties, I wasn’t on my own; I had someone who cared about me there with me. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly on the mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue with mine before snuggling against him. I don’t know how much time we spent just sitting together in cozy intimacy, but I had read several chapters into the book. Eventually I got up to use the bathroom and went to the kitchen to grab us a couple more beers. Looking out the sliding door I noticed the rain had stopped, though the sky was still grey and dark. I remembered the hot tub on the deck and thought now might be a good time to suggest the we put it to use.

When I returned to the living room and handed Mark his beer, I floated the hot tub idea and he was definitely receptive, on the one condition we don’t do anything too loud. Though no neighbors could see into the property he understandably didn’t want to have to explain any strange noises coming from his yard. I happily agreed and he went out to start it up. Soon Mark suggested I go test the water, that he would grab us some towels and join me. I stripped naked in the living room and gathered my cigarettes and our beers before heading outside.

I was comfortable enough with my body, but I nonetheless felt strange as I slid open the door to the yard and stepped nude out onto the deck. The temperature had indeed dropped following the rain. Though still plenty warm enough, it was perhaps a touch cool to be fully naked in the open air. I slipped into the hot, bubbling water with a sigh, the warmth engulfing me in soothing comfort. Mark came out shortly, fully naked, his enormous manhood swinging back and forth between his leg as he crossed the short distance to the tub. He dropped our towels at the edge of the deck and slid into the water next to me.

It was warm and relaxing, hanging out together in the tub drinking our beers and just talking, getting to know each other a little more. I leaned against him as we did, playfully touching him, letting my hands drift over his muscles, teasingly running down to his groin and fondling his balls. I liked touching him like this; flirtatiously but without and serious sexual intent, and he responded positively to my hands. Mark lifted me onto his lap, reclining in the tub so I was laying against him, my back to his chest, as he ran his hands over my body. I felt his cock float up between my thighs and I crossed my legs under the water, squeezing him between them just beneath my balls. I was making a deliberate effort not to get carried away, but still, I couldn’t help absentmindedly stroking the head of his member with my fingertips.

Mark wanted to kiss me. He let me know by running one big hand up to my neck, squeezing my throat ever so gently and pulling me back to him. His broad, meaty tongue slipped into my mouth making me shudder in delight. As we made out, his hands sliding up and down my body, cupping my own package occasionally, I instinctively humped my butt back into him, gently massaging his cock with my thighs. I felt amazing, completely enveloped in the heat of the water, my body pressed against my lover’s while I squeezed his thick dick between my legs, his tongue probing my mouth slowly but with great desire.

I felt myself getting hot and heavy. I couldn’t help it; I was a cock-hungry slut deep down and there was no preventing that side of me from coming to the surface, playing with each other as we were. I told Mark we were going to have to cool it if he didn’t want a scene in his backyard and he laughed, nodding understandingly. I floated over to where I’d left my beer and cigarettes, lighting a smoke and taking a drink. We continued talking, the conversation predictably taking on a sexual nature after the fooling around we had just engaged in. Mark and I were both bisexual, so we talked about women, how we got into sleeping with men and what that was like for us, our turn-ons and fantasies, though mine were pretty much out in the open at this point. Mark did affirm that he was a fan of the tight black briefs I had been wearing; he said they were like sexy panties, but for men.

“But you know,” I began, a thought coming to me, “I’ve always wanted to give a guy a handjob. Just jerk him off, start to finish. I’ve never had occasion to do it because I’ve always had heavier things in mind.”

“I love a good handjob.” Mark said, playfully raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” I asked, “It’s pretty tame compared to what we’ve been doing to each other, but I’d love to jerk you off.”

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Disclaimer: This chapter has less sexual scenes, but it’s essential to introduce Marie’s everyday life. The next one is almost ready and it’s gonna be hot. If you like my work, please give me feedback on what you like, or what you don’t, so I can write better stories. Thanks and enjoy.

Chapter 3: Cravings

Marie woke up feeling her head heavy from all the alcohol and the weed last night.

Memories of yesterday’s evening started coming back to her. How she sucked and fucked a stranger in the pub’s WC and took his load like slut, then the public masturbation incident with the bum and finally the amazing sex with her boyfriend. She felt a rush of heat in her pubic area and immediately reached for her pussy. Cum from last night has leaked out of it and dried on her thighs. She felt dirty and she liked it. Suddenly she remembered she had an important class workshop today and grabbed her phone. The hour was half past 10. She got up and started frantically getting ready. If she was lucky enough she could only be a couple of minutes late. But first, she had to take a shower, she stank of sweat and sperm.

The sound of a message beeped on her phone. It was Peter saying that he had her laptop ready, she could pass by the library and take it. It would only take a few minutes, but she had to have her laptop with her at class. Right after reading Peter’s message, she noticed she had gotten an email from Jess late at night. It must be a stupid meme or some kind of weird art porn related picture or video. Jess often shared this stuff with Marie. They had a shared interest in art after all. She decided she would read it on the way to University.

She jumped in the shower, the water was cold, but she didn’t have time to wait for it to be heated. She washed her armpits and vagina quickly, her hair would be fine braided, and didn’t look very oily, she could take a proper bath later. Coming out of the shower she wrapped herself in a towel and rushed to her bedroom to get dressed. She put on a nice black lacy thong, a matching bra and a black pantyhose with geometric patterns on them. Then her favorite ditsy floral short skirt combined with a Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds t-shirt and a black knit buttoned cardigan on top. She put on a light makeup and eyeliner in a pin-up and smoky style. She also put her glasses on and put her stuff in her bag when she remembered that she left her Oyster card (for transport fares) in the jeans she was wearing yesterday. Marie ran to the livingroom to find her jeans and her card inside them.

Arriving at the corner of her room she saw her cat Nelly sitting on them. She had found her dirty underwear and was licking them clean.

“What a weirdo!” Marie thought, chuckling.

She shooed the cat and grabbed her card. Her stomach was growling again, she thought she should grab a granola bar from the kitchen to eat on her way to University.

On the kitchen counter there was a note from Mateo, her Spanish stoner boyfriend. In a very bad handwriting it wrote:

“Mi amor! Last night was incredible. I had to leave early to get ready for my trip. I’ll call you later in the day Besos! xoxo”

Mateo finished culinary school 3 years ago and was working as a street food cook on an open market making tapas. This was his second job after he was fired almost a year ago from the restaurant he was working at the time. This is how they met, Marie had just started on her first job, waiting tables on this restaurant when she met Mateo.

One thing led to another after two weeks they were fucking in the restaurant’s storage room and in the toilets after closing time. Marie was still in a relationship with her ex boyfriend then, and felt terrible cheating on him with the exotic cook from Spain, but couldn’t help it in any way.

Unfortunately, after a month the owner of the restaurant found out about their affair. You see, this was a fine dining establishment, he could not having sluts fucking his cooks. So he fired both of them claiming that business was not going well and such. After being fired, the cheating couple didn’t have a place to cover up their meetings and, soon after, Marie’s ex found out about her infidelity and cheating and broke up with her.

Seconds later Marie was almost running to the subway station near her house, with her black leather jacket on her hand and her brown suede ankle boot’s laces untied. Entering the wagon she noticed an empty seat next to a couple of black guys. She shoved through the crowded wagon, jumped on the seat and started tying the laces on her boots, giving them, unbeknownst to her, a great view of her black thong. These guys had training bags with them and looked like they were going for football training or something. They took a look at the dazzling pale white redhead girl and made some catcalling sounds. Marie, obviously uncomfortable, didn’t pay them any attention, put on her headphones and started searching for Jess’ email to read.

She opened the email from her friend that wrote

“You little escort ataşehir slut, I knew you had it in you! Great performance!” and had a video attached.

Cold sweat broke on her forehead and hands. She had a feeling of what was on the video.

“How the fuck could she know?” she thought.

She pressed play on the video, careful for anybody watching her phone’s screen and her worst fears came true. It was a video of her blowing the guy in the bathroom stalls from last night.

A mix of feelings started rising inside her. Shame and embarrassment combined with lust and fear.

“Why the fuck Jess had a video of her doing this stuff?” Marie thought, not able to remove her eyes from the screen or stop the video.

Sounds from Jess and her fucking in the pub’s bathroom came on her headphones. Just loud enough to send shivers down her spine. She felt really weird. On the one hand, she was getting wet from watching herself being an absolute slut, and on the other hand she was thinking what a pervert Jess was, and how many other videos she might have of her changing, peeing or taking a dump in the same toilet.

“Fuck that wierdo!” she said to herself, not noticing that the guy next to her was watching the lewd video through the window reflection.

Her panties were soaking wet again. She was unconsciously clenching her thighs together and rubbing them one on the other. As soon as the video ended she let a soft moan. The guy next to her was heavily aroused at the view of the naughty girl and his massive hard-on was clearly outlined through his sweatpants. He presumed that this girl was easy and a slut maybe, so she might not mind him rubbing his cock a little over his pants, and he did just that.

Marie noticed the guy looking at her as soon as she was able to take her eyes from the screen, but notice him rubbing his hard erection while looking at her.

She thought he asked her something while she was lost on her phone watching her lewd acts, so she removed her headphone a bit and asked him,

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening, did you ask me something?”

The guy widened his eyes in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that reaction.

He quickly found the words he was looking for.

“Yeah, I actually asked if you study at the university, beautiful.” he said, with a wide smile.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, in the architecture school, why do you ask?” she said.

“You see my pals and I are freshmen, and today we have our auditions for the University’s football team.” he lied.

“Do you happen to know where the football field is?” he asked.

“Yeah, all the way at the end of the campus, next to the student dormitories, I think.” she said with a smile, happy with herself that she knew this information.

“Oh, thanks girl! You are very helpful!” he said and took his hand from his crotch and extended it towards her in a form of handshake.

“I’m Ian, by the way, and these Tom Thumbs here are Cyrille, Robbie and Idris.” he nodded to the guy next to him and the two that were standing in front of them.

The guys were trying to hide their laughs. They saw Ian rubbing his cock and then shaking the girl’s hand.

They nodded in reply with wide smiles.

“Oh…aaahm, Marie!” said the girl, a bit troubled if she was doing right telling them her name.

Just then a woman’s voice came on the wagon’s speakers announcing the next stop. Marie pulled her hand from the weird handshake with Ian, and picked her bag from the floor. She got up and ready and stood in line to exit the wagon. The guys stood right beside her chuckling and whispering to each other. Moments before the wagon’s door opened she felt something hard slightly pushing between her asscheeks. But she didn’t give it any thought because right after she could move towards the open doors and exit the subway.

Five minutes of fast walking later she was at the library looking for Peter to get her laptop and finally go to her class. Peter was behind the counter sorting a huge stack of returned books and putting them on a cart. She walked with soft steps, changed her voice a bit, sounding like a lisping little girl.

“Ehm, excuse me kind sir. Do you happen to know of a very nice tech guy named Peter. I was told he could fix my broken Nintendo 64!” she said, trying not to laugh.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Marie with amazement, he needed a moment to combine the view with the voice he heard. It caught him off guard and burst in laughter. Marie laughed with him, happy that her joke worked. Peter while laughing noticed how beautiful and hot she was, she was even more cute when she was laughing and his dick stiffened a little.

“Morning Marie,” he said, still laughing. I have your laptop right here.

He grabbed the bag and gave it to her.

“I added an extra 4gb ram stick, and added an SSD, replacing your optical disk drive. I also cleaned the shit out of your computer. You know you shouldn’t kadıköy escort let Nelly sleep on it right? It was full of cat hair and dust. I decluttered your fans and sprayed cleaning spray everywhere. I also cloned your system on the SSD, and moved your data files on your other hard drive.” he said, trying not to show any awkwardness about the cleaning spray bit.

Marie swallowed hard, she thought of the lewd stuff she had in her hard drive. But she trusted Peter was a nice enough guy and would respect privacy. Oh, how wrong she was.

“I don’t know how to thank you Peter!” she said.

Peter thought about suggesting a blowjob for starters, but didn’t say anything.

“You are saving my ass, really. I would be seriously fucked without a well running laptop!” she added.

“Don’t worry my little slut, you are going to be seriously fucked either way.” he thought and smiled at her.

Marie, obviously happy and excited, reached and hugged him over the front desk giving him a loud kiss on the cheek. Peter blushed and his dick hardened more than before.

“Gotta go. We’ll talk later!” said and rushed through the library exit.

Friday’s workshops were about urban planning, a tough and demanding subject. Marie tried to focus on the lesson but she kept thinking about the email form Jess, and how she would respond to her for what she did. In the lunch break she decided she should call the bitch and have a word or two.

The phone beeped many times but finally Jess picked up.

“Morning little slut!” she answered.

Marie walked away in a secluded corridor and tried not to yell at her.

“Are you crazy you fucking bitch?” she said with a dead serious tone.

“You are filming people on the toilets?! You can go to jail for that!” she added.

“What was that? Who does stuff like this? Are you trying to ruin my life?” Marie concluded.

“Chill bitch!” Jess answered.

“If you must know I installed the camera for me! I had no intention to videotape you. I had an arrangement with the groom and the best man. They would pay good money to take me both. I was the best man’s gift to the groom. I wondered why he didn’t show up, until I watched the video.” she said.

“Are you fucking crazy? Doing threesomes in the toilets of your workplace? You can get fired and sued!” Marie said, losing her patience.

“Look, I’m sorry Marie. I had no intention to involve you. When I saw you take the guy’s money I thought you were like me, more open minded. But, obviously, I am wrong. I’m really sorry, I will delete the video right away and never talk about it ever again!” said Jess with her voice breaking through the phone. She was very sad that she made her friend talk to her that way.

“It’s ok Jess, I panicked. You know how things can go wrong with videos leaked on the internet. I might lose my scholarship, if this gets out.” said Marie with a mixture of fear and horniness.

Why the fuck was she getting aroused again thinking of men masturbating on her video, she thought.

“But please be careful with that stuff. I am not proud of what I did, but you know how hard it is to pay for our studies. I needed some extra financial aid. Please delete the video and will talk later. Bye.” said Marie, terminating the call.

“Bye!” said Jess, bursting in tears. She had made her best friend upset and she should find a way to make it up to her.

Marie thought about grabbing a bite, before going back to class. She had another 4 hours to go and she was starving. She moved towards the campus cafe. Entering the large hall she saw a sea of students drinking coffee, or having lunch. The place was busting from hundreds of students talking loudly and laughing. Marie bought a large flat white cappuccino and a tortilla sandwich with chicken and low calorie cheese. She decided to sit on a table for a while to eat her lunch. Then she noticed the black guys from the subway a couple of tables to her left. Ian was waving at her, she waved back as she was grabbing a bite.

Right after she finished her tortilla, Ian closed in on her table.

“Hey Marie, wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeap!”said Marie, making a loud gulping sound.

“Hey I was thinking, there is a party tonight, at a friend’s house, he was DJing at “The Garage”. If you know the place. Lots of freshmen are going, but older students also. I thought I would return the favor and invite you to a great party. You can bring friends if you like!” he said, smiling wide.

“Ehhh, ok, I’ll think about it Ian, because I have lots of work to do.” she answered, not wanting to be rude.

“Yeah, think about it, but I’m warning you it’s gonna be one of the wildest parties of the year!” he said.

“Hey, are you on Facebook, or Instagram? We can add each other, so I can send you the address.”

“Yeah, Marie B. You should see Dave Grohl biting a drumstick as a profile pic.” she said, not sure if he knew who Dave Grohl was.

“Ok girl, I will send you a friend request. maltepe escort bayan Hit me up if you decide to come!” he said and turned around with a spin, leaving with a silly walk.

Marie laughed at the sight of Ian walking like he was a member of Monty Python’s crew. He was attractive, athletic and funny. For a moment she thought about his dick, was it huge, like in the black dudes in porn? She was getting wet again.

“What’s the matter with me?” she thought. She couldn’t get her mind off dicks.

Later, in class Marie was picking up her things, thinking about the shitload of work their professor had assigned them. Fortunately, she was working only Saturday night so she had, the whole evening, tomorrow morning and the entire Sunday to focus on her studies. She had also to pass from the Administration Office to pay this semester’s tuition fee instalment. The entire cost of her tuition was around 40000 pounds. With the scholarship paying half of that each semester she had to pay 2000 pounds each semester, in two instalments. With the money she made last night she had the one thousand pounds she needed. Her parents were in a worse financial state than when she started her studies, and could barely help know. She was depending on herself and scholarship to continue her studies. As she was giving the money to the administration employee, she thought very seriously about joining Jess in fucking dudes for money. Maybe she was right after all, maybe it was the only way a poor girl could pay her way through university without finding herself with a huge student loan afterwards.

Early evening found Marie on her desk, studying on her laptop. Peter did an amazing job, her computer was four times faster than before. She was happy it was like new but it had a weird faint smell. It must have been the cleaning stuff Peter used. However, Marie was almost sure it smelled like sperm, and that made her a bit wet.

She thought she should get her horniness out of the way but masturbating for a couple of minutes. She opened her porn folder and clicked on a video of a young girl banging around a hundred dudes. She thought about her lush bullet vibrator. Her ex had bought it for her as a gift on their last Valentine’s day together. She could even control it through an app on her phone. Marie opened her desk drawer and found the small pink device, she took off her pj pants and her underwear.

The horny girl licked the fat end of the vibrator for a couple of minutes to lubricate it well and shoved it in her bald pussy. The other side was touching on her clit. It was one of the best things she had. She would often use it if she couldn’t reach an orgasm with Mateo. This thing was perfectly designed to bring women to orgasm in minutes. She opened the app and set it to 5 out of ten, she wanted to reach an orgasm quickly and continue studying. This pink wondrous device was very discreet, barely making a faint bzzz sound.

She started caressing her boobs and playing with her nipples as she was watching the girl on her screen starting to take loads on her face, in her mouth and inside her pussy and ass. It was only this kind of hardcore porn that would do it for her nowadays. She couldn’t settle for anything less than sluts being completely used and end up looking like cum rags. It excited her, this feeling of powerlessness and submission. She took the slider to 7 on her app for a more intense stimulation. Moans from the girl on the screen mixed with her own filled the room. All this time she was thinking about the video Jess had sent her. She grabbed her phone, opened the email and pressed play on the video of her sucking and fucking the dude. Her eyes switched frantically from her computer screen to her phone screen.

She started mumbling,

“Yeah fuck that slut’s throat!” she said not sure if she meant the girl on the computer or herself on the phone. She increased the vibrator’s speed to max while the girl on her computer screen was drinking sperm from a huge bowl fuel to the brim. The camera did close ups to her face, that was glistening from the layers of cum, and her eyes that were bloodshot from the jizz. On the other screen she was watching herself bent on the toilet seat getting fucked from behind. She felt her orgasm coming closer as she saw herself orgasming from fucking the guy.

As she was holding her phone in her hand it started ringing. It was a video call from her boyfriend, she tried to hit the close button but by mistake she answered the call. The screen showed Mateo’s face and by the background it seemed like he was on the train. He saw Marie’s blushing face and heard the moaning sound from her laptop.

Confused he asked,

“Hey babe! Whatcha doing?” already suspecting that his hot girlfriend was masturbating to some porn video.

Marie knew that there was no way she could cover this up, so she played along, after all, she was really close to her climax, she didn’t want to stop now.

“I was thinking about you…mmmm… and got all wet…ahh… and horny!” she answered with a sexy voice and little moans between the words.

“Ohh, that’s my sexy senorita!” he said.

Marie moved the phone so he could see all of her. Her stiff nipples and her wet pussy as she was caressing her body and said,

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It was only a few years ago that my wife, Annie, and I, still in our late 20s, became good friends with another couple, Sandy and Jim. Annie and Sandy started things, both having part-time, work-from-home jobs at the same company. They met at new employee orientation and immediately hit it off. Jim and I have our own full-time careers, in different fields.

Annie and Sandy were soon getting together for the occasional lunch, then that morphed into morning jogging workouts, followed by coffee at either their or our place, the whole arrangement working out very well. Sandy and Jim were a couple of years older, but we shared lots of similar background tales, and while Sandy and Annie were the close friends, Jim and I got along fine, so the foursome was quite compatible.

Naturally, that led to us swapping – dinner invitations, that is. Pretty soon, it was regular thing for us to spend at least one day or evening per weekend as a foursome, whether hiking in the nearby countryside, or cooking together, taking in the occasional night spot or concert, or having each other over for dinner. One night at our place after dinner, and after several adult beverages, Jim mentioned how much they’d loved a vacation the year before to the Caribbean at a couples resort – not the wild and crazy kind, but a well-known couples venue of its own. While they were there, on a whim they got a “couples massage” at the resort spa, and when they recounted it.

“Couples massage??” my somewhat naive Annie asked.

“That’s right,” her newfound friend (and something of the mother hen of the two) Sandy answered. I took the following explanation as an excuse to check out Sandy more closely. She, like Annie, was about 5’5″, an ash-blonde with blue eyes to my Annie’s brunette and brown. Otherwise the girls were pretty similar – medium build, what I guessed were healthy B-cup breasts, nice generous hips without being noticeably big.

Continuing, Sandy was clearly enjoying this, she added, “You and Ed should really try it sometime – I know you’d love it – especially you, Ed – or maybe especially both of you!” she chuckled, swapping knowing glances with Jim.

“How does that work?” Annie took the bait.

“Well, decided to do their spa thing, and when we got there for our appointment, the receptionist asked if we wanted separate or a ‘couples massage.’ We asked the same thing, and she told us that we would be massaged in the same room, and could select either male or female, or one each, masseuses, however you pronounce that.”

“And what did you pick?” Annie was tuned in on all frequencies – I could see her eyes shining and I imagined that she was imagining exactly what, I hoped.

“We picked one of each. Then a woman dressed like a hospital orderly showed us into a private dressing room joined to a bathroom, gave us big fluffy bathrobes to wear, and explained that we should shower first, then enjoy a tub soak in the next room beyond, and ring an indicated bell when we were ready for the massage part. Before leaving, the orderly lady pointed out a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with glasses (they were plastic, but nice) next to it, saying it was compliments of the management with congratulations on our anniversary! Nice touch!”

“Sounds very luxe,” I offered, figuring I should add something to the discussion, but really just wanting to listen now, and imagine what Sandy might look like in that shower, and then in that robe, and then . . . .

Sandy continued, yanking me back to reality, “It was – the whole resort was that way, and we paid big bucks for it, but we figured it was an anniversary splurge, and I think it was worth it – how about you, hon’?”

“Absolutely!” Jim smiled.

“So there we were – we showered, although it was awkward because Mr. Horndog here wanted to mess around in the shower, and I had to fend him off with promises of future fun,” Sandy smirked.

“Future mutual fun, right?” Jim countered.

“Oh, yes, the feeling was mu’tual, all right,” Sandy grinned, then continued. “So we got all clean, then we went to the next room and there was this enormous spa tub, more of a spa pond, really – all surrounded by vegetation, sort of like being in a jungle pool or something – very romantic. The room was cool, but the water was sort of gently swirling, not bubbling like a hot tub or anything, and steam was rising from it.”

“As in really, really hot!” Jim broke in. “It must have taken me five minutes to get all the way in, while Mrs. Unfazed here just slipped in and proceeded to laugh at my efforts to keep from being parboiled!”

Sandy laughed, remembering it well, and scoffed, “Some tough guy – anyway, we finally got in and soaked, just soaked – with our glasses of bubbly, of course, probably for a good ten minutes plus, before the heat of the water was starting to get to us. I think Jim was ready to get out before I was, but after my teasing, he was gutting it out, so I took pity.”

“Pity?!” Jim whined in jest.

“It’s ok, he got over it. So we scrambled escort ataşehir out and Jim rang the bell while I was putting on my robe. Another door to the pool room opened, and there were our masseuses. One gorgeous blond woman, in her thirties maybe, her hair up, in shorts and a tank top that was obviously, very obviously, not encumbered by a bra, and hunk of a guy, also blond, younger than the rest of us, very clean cut and really buff, with similar shorts and tank top.”

“No bra for him either, huh?” I joked.

“No, but it sure looked like no underwear either – not that I noticed, of course.”

“Not that you noticed until at least a nanosecond had passed, that is,” Jim chortled.

“‘I’m Drake, and this is Diane,’ the hunk introduced, and ‘We’ll be taking care of you this afternoon. Do you have a preference of who massages whom?’

“We looked at each other, and it was obvious what we preferred, but not quite yet obvious that we were about to admit it to each other, much less announce it. Thankfully, Jim solved that and said, he thought male on female, and female on male would work best. I didn’t miss the pun, but let it go. Jim added that if he was going to have someone squeezing his glutes, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to relax if it were a male. Obviously, Jim has never had a professional massage, but I love him anyway.”

Jim blustered a bit at that, but it was all in good humor.

“Yes, well,” Sandy continued, “that was fine with me, too. So then they explained we were to lie face-down, heads cushioned beyond the length of each bed by a padded horse shoe shaped pillow attachment. There were two massage tables, adjacent, side by side. Attire? I asked, still unsure of the procedure and etiquette.”

“‘Per your comfort. Note the towels here (she pointed) if you prefer to be covered,’ Diane answered.”

“‘Well, then, in for a penny,’ Jim said, and dropped his robe, climbing up on a table and lying down in a pretty quick movement. Neither massager batted an eye at his being bare-assed. That left it up to me. I hopped up onto the other table in a sitting position, shrugged off the robe, then spun and lay down quickly as well, taking care to fold my breasts to where they were comfortable. So there we were, bare buns up, heads down. I felt Jim search for and find my hand next to him, and it was sweet that he wanted to hold hands!”

“The massages continued, very professionally, and I looked over to see that Diane was doing the same thing to Jim as Drake was doing to me, which somehow heightened the eroticism of the whole thing, which was undeniable, but unspoken between any of us. They stood on the sides of the tables and started with our feet, really giving a great foot massage, which is a wonder all in itself if you’ve never had a proper one. Then they moved up to the calves, then to the thighs, and kept everything very within bounds, despite our nakedness. After a bit, they moved up to the head end sides of the tables and did our un-held hands then outboard arms, then shoulders, then swept long stroked down our backs. I went from being nervous to getting turned on to being just relaxed. So far, so good.

“When they’d done that, they asked us to turn over, which I knew was going to be a moment of truth. I glanced over at Jim when we flipped, and was a little relieved that he wasn’t all erect, maybe a little more swollen – I didn’t really get a good look, but definitely not sticking up in the air or anything. I just flipped and lay back down, closed my eyes – it just seemed natural – we’d been pretty sightless with our faces in those pillow things, so I just kept it up.

“As we settled down, Drake asked, ‘You folks doing ok with this so far?’

“We both murmured our yesses, and he said, ‘If there’s anything special you’d like, or if there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, please let us know.’ Talk about an opening!”

“‘Whatever you like – we’re here for the works!’ Jim said, and I’m sure I blushed at that, probably from my toes up.”

“‘Coming right up,’ Drake answered, and I couldn’t quite tell if he was continuing the joke or just answering a vanilla response.”

“It wasn’t vanilla. Drake started in on my legs, and spent a lot less time on the fronts than he had on the backs. With the pillow things, I managed to reach back and pull mine up, and went with the eyes wide open after all. I looked next to me and saw that Jim had done the same thing and was watching Diane do his thighs, and then I saw that, sure enough, he was hard – that didn’t take long! His dick was just sort of waving in the breeze, while Diane absolutely ignored it and worked his quads. I took a minute to figure out if I was jealous, or was going to be if things went further, then I felt Drake do this long stroke with one hand on the outside of my thigh and one on the inside, from my knee up almost to, so close to, my, you know. And I realized I was enjoying that, and figured good for goose and gander alike, and relaxed into the pleasure of it all.

“It kadıköy escort didn’t take long for me to have to start moving my hips, just a little, hoping Drake would go a little higher. I think he must have registered that, but then he came around and started doing my shoulders from the front, then working to my chest, and finally, alongside me, stroking the outside of my breasts almost incidentally – maddeningly incidentally, dammit! All along, he’d been replenishing the supply of oils like massage people do, and then without asking or warning, he took a generous handful and spread it all over my breasts! I almost launched off the table, and he stepped back, I guess worried that he’d crossed a line that Jim had indicated was ok to cross. ‘Sorry,’ I murmured, and lay back. That got Jim to look over and see what was going on. I smiled at him as Drake started working the oil into both my breasts, and was glad to see Jim smile at what he was seeing, and I looked and saw his dick give some extra waves. OK, then, all systems go, for sure, I thought, as I felt my nipples hard and my breasts being cupped and stroked and the nipples squeezed – delightfully!

“Next, Drake kept at my breasts, but with just one hand, moving back and forth, not quite predictably, but giving each about equal attention, as his other hand started stroking at my navel and moving downward, no doubt in where he was going!

“I just lay there, and watched Drake’s strong arms, glancing from time to time at Diane’s treatment of Jim. He was in the same situation, but soon Diane left his chest alone and used both hands on him, one under his sack and the other just blatantly stroking him! I was amazed, and surprised that I wasn’t all jealous-angry, seeing my husband getting a hand job from someone else! I realized I was even more turned on by it, and all that was heightened by Drake’s finding me wet and welcoming, and as a professional would, having no trouble at all finding my special area – ok, areas – of excitement.

“I don’t’ know if it was the build-up, or the strange naughtiness of it all, or what, but it took only about 30 seconds of that for me to realize I was going to come, right then and there! I heard myself whimper, and looked over, and Jim was a fraction ahead of me. I watched, amazed, as he shot off, the first spurt rising a foot or two into the air, and that put me over for sure, and I just came . . . and came . . . and came! I’m sure I cried out, but I don’t really remember the details by that time.

“I know I was exhausted after that one big O, and I guess so was Jim. Drake and Diane said nothing at all at first, just took fresh towels and wiped us down of the oils (and of whatever Jim had produced). Finally, Drake said, ‘We hope you’ve enjoyed your time here this afternoon. If there is anything we can do further . . . .’

“‘No, no, thank you, I think we’re fine,’ Jim sort of sighed, and I didn’t argue with that. The two of them left us alone, and after a couple of minutes, Jim asked if I was still ok, and I said I was, and we made our way back to the showers, took quick clean-off turns, then dried off and got dressed. On the way out, Jim signed the tab, and I’m sure he tipped well. And that was that.”

“Whew,” I said. “Amazing story – you lucky guys!”

“Yeah, lucky us,” Jim answered, sort of dreamily for a guy, and he took Sandy’s hand and squeezed it and they looked at each other, remembering – it was really a Hallmark moment – I’d have said ‘awwww…’ if I’d thought of it.

Annie, on the other hand, whacked me on the shoulder and said, “Lucky them!? I suppose you’d want to get some babe to do that to you, huh?”

“Only if you were next to me getting the Drake treatment, hon!” I said, backpedaling only a little.

“Well, we were lucky,” Sandy chimed in. “And you really should try it if you get the chance!”

“I can’t imagine doing that,” Annie persisted.

“Well, maybe we can discuss it further next week something,” Sandy said quietly. It’s awkward with the guys here, I realize.”

The rest of the evening was fine, but a bit awkward. Sandy’s recount of the couples massage was certainly on my mind, and I expect on everyone’s. Sandy and Jim left earlier than usual, and I suspected they were off to mess around, both having been turned on by the memory. I was certainly turned on and couldn’t wait to get into bed with Annie, and hoped that she was feeling likewise, although a bit worried that she’d been grossed out and would react the opposite way.

Annie and I cleaned up the dishes afterwards, then went through our usual pre-sleep regimens, me first into the bathroom since it takes her more time (ok, and I admit I’m frequently asleep by the time she finishes – not that night, though). As Annie crawled into bed, I rolled over and wrapped her up in my arms, sneaking some kisses down onto her shoulder and neck (which I know she likes). To my mild surprise but beyond-mild pleasure, she nestled in her body signaling all the right things, including already being maltepe escort bayan well lubricated when I got to discovering that, and before long, we had a wordless but enthusiastic bout of sex, with her having two orgasms pretty quickly, then a third, as mine arrived.

In the aftermath of cuddling, I asked her if she’d enjoyed the massage story and if she’d like to do that sometime. She demurred, side-stepping, but I knew, and she knew I knew, that it had been the catalyst for our lovemaking. I fell asleep hoping that Sandy could convince her, where she was too embarrassed to be convinced by me.

The next mid-week, she and Sandy planned on lunching together. That evening, Annie told me how it went. Sandy surprised her by showing up at our place way early, dressed for lunch, but with jogging gear in her bag, and suggested they go for a run before lunch. The two of them were good enough friends by then that it seemed fine to Annie, and so they changed and off they sped, doing their usual three-mile course that was long enough to work up a sweat and feel like they’d shed calories, and short enough not to exhaust them. When they got back home, so Annie told me later, she told Sandy to help herself to the guest bath, and Annie went back, stripped, and got into our shower.

I’ve always loved showering with Annie, something about washing your mate, and being done in return, that’s special, or at least is to me – whether or not it leads to having sex, which of course it sometimes does. AND, of course, it does save water, so is no doubt a virtuous activity! As a result, we live in a house that has an extra large master bedroom shower (part of the reason I was taken with the house to begin with, when we were in the market – I think that for Annie, it was more about the closet storage or cupboard space or something). Annie had stripped, heated the water, and barely gotten into the shower, when she heard the door open. In confusion and with something of a shriek of surprise, she turned to see Sandy, also nude, coming through the shower door!

Sandy laughed at her surprise and embarrassment and said something about she should relax, they’d save water this way! Annie, flummoxed, told me that she didn’t know what to do – throw her out and waste a great friendship, just soap down and hope nothing else happened (after all, if a nude female joins one in a bath, one might expect SOMEthing to be about to happen), or go with the flow, whatever that might be.

To Sandy’s credit, she didn’t push it, but joined in the self-bathing, soaping up, scrubbing down, rinsing off (they both have pretty short hair, so no problems there). Annie did likewise, and then Sandy said they should do each other’s backs, and nudged Annie to turn around. Annie did, passive as usual, and Sandy gave her back a good scrub, right down to her buns. Annie said she tightened up when Sandy got that low, but Sandy didn’t do anything other than scrub, then told Annie to rinse and do her. Annie reciprocated, and they got out, dried off, and nothing more happened. Nothing, except Sandy asked Annie how the back scrub was, and told her that a massage would, of course, be much, much better.

So that was how Sandy, extrovert that she is, started to “discuss” the matter as she’d mentioned they should do. At lunch, Sandy persisted, and by the time they were done, Annie was pretty much going along with the idea, if it ever presented itself.

That evening, Annie recounted the episode to me at dinner. I was past attentive, locked in, and imagining the whole thing as she told it.

When Annie finished, I said, “So what are your thoughts about all that?”

“Well,” she started, “part of me knew you would wish you could have been there. Sandy’s breasts are bigger than mine, so she’s a lot sexier, and she’s shaved – shaved clean – down there!”

“Hey, you know that – at least to me – breast size is no indicator of sexiness, but you’re right, I wish I’d have been there to watch! And did the back scrub feel good?”

“I guess, but I was so nervous, I don’t think I gave it much of a chance.”

“And what did you think about scrubbing her?

“It was interesting – she was so smooth, and she has nice back muscles and that great ass…”

“Yours is better, trust me!” I interjected.

“Anyway, it was an interesting experiment – not one I’m thinking we’ll repeat.”

“You might find some disagreement with Sandy there,” I said. “But for now, I’m awfully horny, having listened to a tale of my demure wife in the shower with her possibly bi best friend, all naked and sudsy and all – got time for play?”

She did, and we did, and much later, the dishes got done.

Several weeks later, Sandy and Jim had us over for dinner, nothing special, just a get-together, and Jim had been out of town for a business trip, so we hadn’t seen each other since before the shower incident, which I was sure Sandy would have told Jim about, but that Jim and I hadn’t discussed, or even mentioned.

The dinner was fine – on the light side, with pre-dinner drinks and ample wine helping to make it a convivial evening. After dinner, wine glasses refilled, we relaxed in their living room, and Sandy, as ever, broke the ice. “So, I think I have Annie convinced about the couples massage – how about you, Ed?”

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Note: This is the start of the Aunt Cathy series. It’s set after the cruise series but can be read as a standalone. All the familiar faces will be around, along with some new ones.

We got home from the cruise a week after leaving. The ride home was uneventful, everyone keeping to themselves the things they’d done and secretly hoping the people they had done them with would keep it a secret as well.

I didn’t say anything about it to anyone. I just rode home and looked at the women in my life, my mom, Aunt Cathy, Aunt KK, Stephanie, and Lily.

I had had my cock in each one of them and they’d all felt great. I hoped to have more.

We got home and my mom ignored the situation. I guess she thought that what’d she’d done on the cruise should stay on the cruise. I hoped she’d changed her mind, but I didn’t want to push her. She’d come around. Maybe.

We hovered around each other with our want hanging in the air.

In the meantime, I just watched her; in her swimsuit in our pool, in her yoga pant, in her t-shirts that barely hid her bra-less breasts around the house.

I noticed her and I made sure she noticed me noticing. But she didn’t act on it and I didn’t want to push her.

We’d made love and fucked and done everything in between. I wanted to continue but if she didn’t, I wouldn’t press.

I was thinking about all of them. Aunt KK with her soft, fat ass. Lily with her big soft tits. Stephanie with her wide hips and tight ass.

And of course, Aunt Cathy. She’d been the best and the worst. She was fat and ugly and I wasn’t sure how I felt about her, but she had given me some unique experiences. I’d loved taking control of her and making her mine while she pretended not to like it.

I spent a couple of weeks thinking about them and jacking off at night. I wanted to feel a woman and not just my hand.

We were home and the summer was only just beginning. I didn’t want to waste it jerking off when I could maybe have more.

It was a few weeks after the cruise, and I think they had all been ignoring me. I was eating breakfast, staring at my mom’s ass in a pair of yoga pants, formulating a plan on what to do when I got a text from Aunt Cathy.

Get over here! Now! You little shit!

I couldn’t help but smile. Typical Aunt Cathy.

What’s up?

Get over here! Now!

Where r u?

Home! Where do you fucking think! Tell your mom I need your help with yard work.

I wondered what was up. I had a feeling I knew.

On my way.

“Hey, listen, gotta run,” I told my mom. “Aunt Cathy wants some help with some yard work.”

She looked at me skeptically. “Since when do you help Cathy with yard work?”

“Since she offered to pay me.”

That didn’t ease the skepticism in my mom’s eyes. “Really? Cathy pays you?”

I shrugged. “We bonded on the cruise. She likes me now.” I threw her a big smile, hoping she’d remember the way we’d bonded too.

“Ok, see you later then,” she said. Mom gave me a hug and I felt her body up against mine. “Just be home for dinner, ok. I’ve got something special planned.”

She had a little twinkle in her eye, and I knew this was going to be a dinner I didn’t want to miss.

I left and walked the mile to my Aunt Cathy’s house, wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered what the fuss was all about. On the way Aunt Cathy texted me again.

Don’t go thru the front!

Ok… why?

We need to talk. Climb up to my balcony.

Uh?

You heard me. Come up the balcony to my room.

I had no idea what this was about. She wanted me to come up the balcony to her room. What was going on?

My ataşehir escort bayan aunt and uncle had a large two-story house about a mile from ours in a joining neighborhood. I’d been there a million times and never once had climbed the balcony. What was she wanting?

I got there and snuck through their yard to the back of the house. There was a large picture window, and I could see Lily, Stephanie, and my uncle all sitting at their table eating pancakes. It would have made a nice picture.

I looked up to the balcony and could see French doors that were thrown open.

Ugh. Were we playing Romeo and Juliet or something?

Luckily there was a sturdy ladder leaned up against the wall. Aunt Cathy obviously had a plan. I climbed up the ladder and the only risky part was throwing my leg from the ladder to the balcony.

I hoped over the railing and was in her bedroom.

There was a large king size bed, a couple of dressers and a huge tv on one wall. The door to the hall was closed and there was a bathroom door that was closed as well.

I went to the bathroom door and knocked softly.

The knob turned and Aunt Cathy opened it. She stood there with her hair done nicely wearing a black corset that pushed her massive boobs up and gave her more cleavage than the Grand Canyon. The corset held her belly in and she wasn’t wearing any panties. She had on makeup and with that and her hair fixed she looked almost pretty. I looked up and down her body. She looked beautiful and sexy and I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. But I figured she wouldn’t like that too much.

“So, is this what was so important?” I asked.

“You little fucking prick!” she whispered angrily.

“What?”

She held up pregnancy test in one hand. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

I didn’t know what to say. I guess I had thought she couldn’t get pregnant. We had talked about it, but it was always while we were hate fucking each other. I didn’t think it would actually happen.

“Wait? What?”

Aunt Cathy waved the test stick in my face. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

I was getting dizzy. I stumbled to the bed and sat down. Aunt Cathy came and stood in front of me.

“How is that even possible?” I said to no one in particular.

Aunt Cathy taped me on the noise with the stick. “Well, you put your penis in my vagina and shot your baby batter into me. Quite a few times.”

I looked up at her. Her humongous tits loomed over me, her pussy was inches from my nose, her wide hips blocked my view of anything else.

“I didn’t actually think you could get pregnant. I thought it was all just talk. So, what now?” I asked.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do. I can’t fucking believe this,” she sighed. “You little shit, I wasn’t serious.”

I put my hands on her big wide hips and pulled her forward and pressed my face into her belly and felt the smooth silk of the corset on my cheek, her heavy breasts rested on my head.

“It’ll be ok,” I said and kissed the soft corset surrounding her belly.

Aunt Cathy put her arms around me and pressed her tits into me so hard I thought I was going to suffocate.

“I can’t believe you got me pregnant,” she said using her fingertips to pull my chin up. “You fucking little shit. I fucking hate you,” she said and kissed me. Her lips were actually soft for once under her lipstick.

We kissed for a few seconds and I felt her hot tongue slip into my mouth. It was wide and slick and rough. I pulled her down to the bed next to me.

I broke our kiss and ran my hands over her body, feeling the soft fabric under my fingers. I pulled at the escort kadıöy string on top and free her breasts and pulled them out of their prison. I held one in my hand and wondered if it would be full of milk when the time was right. It weighted a ton. I brought the nipple up to my mouth and started to suck it.

“What are you doing?” Aunt Cathy whispered into my ear. “Everyone is downstairs.”

I sucked her nipple hard and bit it. She jerked away in pain and slapped me hard on the shoulder.

We stared at each other for a second then she grabbed my face and kissed me. I ran my hands up and down her tits, then down her corset. I pulled and tugged, and the strings loosened and it fell away from her body, exposing her large belly. I ran my hands softly down her belly, I felt the soft flesh beneath my fingers and rubbed it gently.

We kissed for a few seconds and I rubbed her belly. Then I pushed her back onto the bed and got up. I pulled my shorts and underwear off in one motion and my cock sprang to attention. Aunt Cathy laid on the bed rubbing her pussy with one hand and pinching a nipple in the other. Her belly rose up like a small mountain above the valley between her legs. Her breasts fell to each side like mounds of jello.

I pulled my shirt over my head and got on top of her, my cock raging to fuck her cunt.

“Get off me,” she whispered in my ear.

I lined my cock up and felt the opening to her pussy wrap around the head of my cock. I could feel the heat and wetness on my head.

“Everyone is downstairs,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us.”

“Then you better be quiet,” I said. I looked into her face. She wasn’t half bad looking with her makeup and hair fixed. She might have been a mean bitch, but I’d never wanted her more.

“What if he comes in here?” she whispered, rubbing my back with her hands, and moving her hips up and down, the head of my cock sliding in and out of her wet lips, the shaft aching to be buried deep inside of her pregnant pussy.

“Then I guess he’ll see me fucking you,” I said as I gently pushed inside of her.

Her pussy was burning hot and the heat surround my dick as I slide into her. Her mouth formed an O shape and her eyes bore intensely into mine as I filled her up.

The heat of her pussy was all around me, it was burning my cock and her pussy was the tightest I had ever felt it. I held onto her round body and willed myself not to cum immediately inside of her. I wanted to savior this.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us. He’ll kill you. He’s going to kill us when he finds out I’m pregnant.”

I started to move slowly back and forth, pushing her fat legs up and down with each thrust.

“Is the door locked?”

Aunt Cathy nodded; her teeth clinched with the effort of being quiet.

“Good,” I said and began to fuck her faster.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy clinched me even tighter.

“Oh, I fucking hate you,” she gasped. “Oh, I fucking hate you.”

I put my mouth to her ear. “Is that why you had on makeup and had me sneak in here? Is that why you were waiting on me wearing that?” I rocked faster and she bit my shoulder and nodded.

“Are you gonna keep my baby?” I whispered.

Aunt Cathy bit my shoulder and nodded her head up against me.

As we were rocking, I heard someone come pounding up the stairs.

I slowed and we both stared at each other. We heard the footsteps move around and then away and I assumed it was one of the girls heading to their room.

I started to move faster into Aunt Cathy.

“I can’t wait till your belly is big,” I whispered rubbing my maltepe escort hands down her body.

“It’ll get hard and tight,” she said trying to be quiet.

I got up on me knees between her legs so I could look down on her. I put my hands on her belly and held the softness while I moved steadily back and forth. Aunt Cathy caught her tits with her forearms and squeezed them together so they would point straight up. I rocked faster into her and put my thumb on her clit.

She bit her lip and grabbed at my hand and shook her head like it was all too much. I grabbed her hand and held it so she couldn’t remove my thumb from her clit.

Aunt Cathy swung her head widely and finally got the pillow in her mouth to bite down on. I stroked my cock faster in and out and watched it slide from her pussy then disappear inside. She had shaved all her pubic hair and it was prickly and stabbing me. Her wetness was sticky on my balls, and I could hear them slapping up against her.

I heard heavy steps up the stairs and knew this time it was my uncle.

I really hoped she wasn’t lying about the door being locked. My uncle was over six feet tall and over three hundred pounds. He wasn’t in the best shape, but he was a big guy and I’m sure under the fat he had were muscles he’d use to choke the life out of me if he came in and saw my cock buried deep in his wife.

Aunt Cathy was biting the pillow and my thumb was still rubbing her clit. I could feel her pussy getting even tighter around me, threatening to squeeze my cock into nothing if it got any tighter.

I was so close to cumming. I wanted to blow my load right into Aunt Cathy’s hot pussy. This was my pregnant pussy now.

I released her clit and laid on top of her again. Aunt Cathy wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me into her. She kissed me deeply then she turned my head and put her mouth next to my ear.

“No man has ever fucked me like you have, you little shit. This is your pregnant pussy now. Please fuck it all the time.”

I felt Aunt Cathy’s pussy squeeze my cock and the heat felt like it was melting me.

The door knob the bedroom jiggled, and I heard my uncle trying to get it.

“Cath? You in there?” he said.

I let go inside of her, my cock exploding, the pressure of her tightness causing my sperm to feel like it was being ripped from my cock. I felt Aunt Cathy’s pussy squeeze me, then a burst of wetness soaked me, and I could feel it running down my balls. We bit down onto each other’s skin, hers salty with our sweat.

The door jiggled again, harder this time. “Cath! You in there!” my uncle called.

Aunt Cathy caught her breath and the door started to shake even harder.

“Cathy!”

Finally, Aunt Cathy had enough breath to say, “Yeah, babe, sorry. Was in the bathroom. I’m getting ready. I’ll be out in a few.”

I could hear my uncle making annoyed noises behind the door. “Well hurry up. I thought we were running errands today.”

I held Aunt Cathy tight.

“Yeah, one sec,” she called.

I didn’t want to let her go. My cock was raging inside her. Aunt Cathy rubbed me and hugged me in an effort to appease my need for her then gently pushed me away.

“Meet me in the pool house tonight,” she whispered after listening to my uncle storm back downstairs. “Midnight.”

I withdrew my hard cock from her and put my face down to her pussy. It smelled raw and used and the acrid sent burned my nose. I took a big lick of her wet slit and tasted her bitter juice and my salty cum. She gasped and pushed my head away.

“Tonight. Midnight. The pool house.”

She pushed me away and I got up and pulled my clothes on. Aunt Cathy went to the bathroom and gave me a loving look as she closed the door, her fat sexy body the last thing I saw before it closed.

I slipped out the balcony and down the ladder. I was through the yard and home before my cock stopped aching for her.

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This episode of my life occurred last year, before Covid emerged and the world changed beyond recognition.

I was in the first year of my English degree — I’m now in the second — and had arranged with friends to go to Tenerife. I’m not sure who’s idea it was. It certainly wasn’t mine, but whoever thought of it, must have had Tenerife confused with Ibiza, Magaluf or Ayi Napa. If you weren’t aware, Ibiza, Magaluf and Ayia Napa are the main European holiday destinations for eighteen to thirty-year-olds, whereas Tenerife is reserved those about to retire.

We had no idea what Tenerife was like, but the moment we disembarked the plane, it was clear we’d made a big mistake. We were the youngest in the airport by about forty years, and that isn’t an exaggeration. If the lack of anyone our age at the airport didn’t set our alarm bells ringing, then it did when we arrived at the hotel. There was only one couple below sixty — and that wasn’t by much. The chance of meeting girls looked as likely as winning the lottery. Still, we were determined to have good time and decided to make the best of a bad situation.

After unpacking of cases and making ourselves at home, we headed down to the pool. The sun was blisteringly and we messed about in the water until dusk, when we headed back to our rooms. Despite having no chance of pulling, we set to enjoy ourselves. So, after showering and changing into our evening gear, we hit the entertainment strip.

There were restaurants and bars aplenty, but none of the clubs you’d find at a party resort. Magaluf it wasn’t, but despite having more pensioners more than a British seaside town, we still managed to find a reasonably good bar, even if there weren’t any girls. What it did have was good music and alcohol, and my friends drunk like they’d just come in from the desert. Not being much of a drinker, I had a single pint.

As my friends got more and more rowdy, I withdrew to a table by myself. I felt out of place and was about to go back to my room, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned to see a plump older woman, squeezed into a short black dress. Her tanned legs and ample breasts were on show for the world and she looked up for a good time. Despite her greying hair and worn skin, she wasn’t unattractive. Still, she wasn’t my type and I greeted her with cordial smile.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Nah, it’s fine,” I said, with a disinterested shrug.

She sat down opposite me and looked over at my mates.

“Friends of yours?”

My friends were playing a drinking game that involved one of them consuming a pint of beer followed by a shot of, while the others shouted, ‘Down it, down it.’ “Eh … yeah, they are,” I said, turning a bright shade of crimson.

She smiled. “Don’t be embarrassed. There’s nothing wrong with getting drunk and being loud. You’re young and allowed to have fun. Still, I’m surprised you came to Tenerife.”

“Why?” I inquired.

“Well, ain’t exactly Ayia Napa is it?” she replied.

I laughed. “You’re right, it’s not.”

“Still, it could be worse, you could have ended up Los Cristianos,” she said, parting her heavily grossed lips in a smile.

“Why’s that?” I asked,

“I take it you haven’t been there?”

I shook my head.

“Well, let’s just say it makes this place look like club eighteen to thirty! Still, they have a water park. Which is odd, as the people who stay at Los Cristianos would literally have a heart attack if they saw a water flume, let alone rode one.” As I laughed, she reached for her bag. “Can I get you a drink?”

“A coke would be nice,” I replied.

She looked at me cockeyed. ataşehir escort bayan “A coke, seriously? You’re not planning on becoming a priest, are you?”

“Nah, I’m … eh … just not much of a drinker,” I faltered.

She smiled. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not much of a drinker either. That’s why I wandered over here. My friends have had way too much and I needed a break. I’ll tell you what; why don’t we go for a walk?”

I agreed, figuring I could walk with her as far as my hotel and then go back to my room.

With left the bar and strolled along the moon lit coast, talking about everything and anything. She told me her name was Diane and that she had three children and six grandchildren. She had been married for almost forty years, but had divorced a few years back. She said that her and her friends had arrived at the resort two days ago and that they were staying for three weeks. Apparently, she had come to Tenerife every year since her divorce. She asked me about my situation and why I didn’t have girlfriend. I explained that I hadn’t met anyone I liked.

I enjoyed chatting to Diane. So much do that I decided not to go back to my room. After an hour, Diane said she was tired and asked if I would escort her back to her hotel. Naturally, I agreed.

We arrived at her door and she turned and looked me straight in the eye. My heart raced like a runaway train. I’d never felt anything like it. I was a child on their first rollercoaster; excited, but at the same time terrified. I’m sure this will sound crazy, but I really liked her. I know what you are thinking, but it wasn’t just lust. Sure, it sounds too sudden to be anything else, but I have never enjoyed being around anyone as much as her and I didn’t want the moment to end.

The way Diane looked at me, I could see she liked me too. Despite having butterflies in my tummy, I couldn’t stop myself. I lent forward and kissed her. Diane returned my kiss and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. We must of been there ten minutes; our bodies pressed together and tongues entwining in a frenzied dance.

Without warning, Diane pulled away. “I can’t do this,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, look at you. What are you twenty-five?”

I thought about lying, but I really liked her and didn’t want to jeopardise my chances. So, I told her the truth. “No, I’m nineteen.”

Diane looked like she’d seen a ghost. “Nineteen?”

I nodded.

“Well, I’m sixty-two and I have grandchildren older than you. It’s not right,” said Diane, exhaling deeply. “I could get arrested. Anyway, what would an nineteen-year-old want with someone my age?”

It was a good question and I will admit at that moment a big part of me wanted what any guy would want. “You are beautiful and I really like you,” I said, looking her in the eyes. It was true I did think she was beautiful, and I did like her. “I don’t care about your age. I think you are amazing.” Diane was about to argue, but I moved in for a kiss and our lips embraced. She tried to pull away, but there was no real resistance and before long we were locked in another passion embrace.

My arms enveloped her. I pulled her close, my stiff cock pressed against her belly.

Once more she broke away. Only, this time Diane opened the door and lead me inside.

Blood pumped through my veins like a torrent. I hadn’t been with an older woman and I wanted her so badly I was ready pop. When we reached the bedroom, Diane turned to face me. I was so turned on, my cock threatened to break free of my pants.

She reached around and unbuttoned her dress. With a little shake of her hips, it dropped escort kadıöy to the floor. I could see her huge boobs resting above a slight paunch, and her big bushy pussy pressed against her large, white panties.

Without hesitation I removed my shirt and trousers.

Diane looked down at the large bulge protruding from my boxer shorts and smiled. “Is that for me?”

I smiled back at her.

She step over and knelt down before me.

My heart pounded. I knew what she was going to do and I have never been so excited.

Grabbing hold of my pants, Diane pulled them to the floor with one swift tug. My stiff cock sprung free and almost slapped her in the face.

Diane licked her lips, then she wrapped her mouth around my penis. Sliding up and down my shaft, I almost shot my load there and then. The feeling was amazing and tingles of pleasure shot through my body like electricity. I wanted to hold her head and fuck her mouth, but was afraid she would stop. Instead, I eagerly watched as Diane sucked and licked the head of my cock. She ran her tongue down to my balls and sucked on them like a gobstoppers. It was sensitivity and tickly, but at the same time incredibly stimulating. So much so that when she engulfed my cock again, I could hold back no longer. My pelvis twitched and spurt and after spurt of cum shot into her mouth. Diane didn’t seem to mind and sucked until there wasn’t a drop left.

Desperate to return the favour, I pulled her up kissed her. As our lips locked, I reached round and tried to unhook her bra. After several failed attempts I succeeded and it dropped to the floor. I kissed slowly down her neck and over her huge breast. Taking her nipples in my mouth, I sucked like a starving baby.

“Take it easy,” whispered Diane. “You don’t need to just suck. You can do other things too. Try circling your tongue around my nipples.”

I did as she said and she closed her eyes. Diane was clearly enjoyed it, which encouraged me to go further. I slid my hand into her knickers, eager to feel inside her.

My hand rubbed down her bush. Between her thighs I found my goal. It was warm and wet, like a tropical fountain. I thrust my fingers inside and vigorously thrust them in and out, as fast as I could. Diane appeared to enjoy it and gyrated against my hand.

After a minute she pulled away. Taking hold of her knickers, she pulled them to the floor. Her bushy pussy was on display and my cock throbbed with excitement.

Diane smiled and lay down on the bed, her legs open wide.

I hadn’t licked anyone before, but I had seen it done in porn and was desperate to give it try. I knelt before her and kissed slowly up her thighs. Driven wild by her perfume, I kissed excitedly over her hairy mound and until I reached her entrance. I plunged my tongue inside. The taste was exquisite and I was so excited, I wanted to drink her juices. Pushing my tongue in as far as it would go, I licked her, over and over.

Diane began to moan. After a few minutes she pushed her hips forwards and murmured, “Lick me here.”

I looked up and saw a finger at the top of her slit. Diane removed it and I licked where it has been. I felt a small bump, which I guessed was what she intended me to find.

Confirmation came, when she whispered, “Now, stick your fingers inside me.”

I did as she said and slid my fingers in and out of her pussy, while continuing to licked her little clit. I began slowly, but with her perfume filling my nostrils, I got more and more exciting and my fingers thrust faster and faster. Diane’s murmurs grew louder, and before long, she was moaning loud enough to be heard in maltepe escort the next room. After a particularly loud groan, her body quivered and she reached down and pulled me up.

“That was fantastic,” she said, kissing me passionately. “You’re a natural and have a wonderful tongue.”

“Thanks,” I replied, her taste and smell, still consuming my senses.

We lay together kissing, until I was too horny to hold back. Reaching down, I grabbed my cock and tried to steer it into her hole. It was a lot more difficult than I thought and I struggled to find her entrance. Diane smiled at me and opened her legs wider. It helped, and for a moment I thought I’d found it. Only, something didn’t feel right and my cock couldn’t find a way in.

“A little lower,” she whispered.

I moved my penis a fraction down and like a door had opened, it slid inside. Her vagina gripped me like a glove and I knew this was where I belonged.

Diane felt way better than any girl I’d had and can’t believe anyone could feel as good. Having her beneath me and feeling her vagina gripping my cock was like being high on cocaine.

“Place your arms inside my legs and push them back,” whispered Diane. “It will feel even better.”

I couldn’t see how it could be, but did as instructed. She was right, it was unbelievable. Holding a sixty-two-year-old woman down beneath me, completely under my control, was the biggest turn on of my life. She was old enough to be my gran and anywhere else, she would be in charge. Yet, at this moment, I was the boss. Excited by the situation, I ploughed her like a dog in heat.

“Take it slowly,” she said, softly. “At least to start with. I want to feel you.”

I pulled my cock back to her entrance and then pushed slowly inside until it was buried deep within. Over and over, I thrust slowly but firmly inside her, feeling her vagina walls hugging me like a snug coat. It was incredible and if Diane hadn’t already given me a blow, I would have cum in seconds.

Diane started to groan, so I increased my momentum. As her groans grew louder, I fucked her faster and harder, holding her down as my cock pummelled deep inside her hole. Suddenly, she gripped my back and cried out. Thinking there was something wrong, I stopped.

“Don’t .. stop,” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”

I didn’t need to be told twice and with my arms holding her down, I fucked her like a pneumatic drill. Back and forth I swung my hips, my cock plunging in and out, over and over again. Diane’s screams grew louder and louder, and the excitement became too much. Unable to stop myself, I thrust all the way inside and shot my load.

Completely satisfied, we lay together in each others arms, exhausted, and unable to do anything other than kiss.

“That was incredible,” said Diane, between the kisses.

“Yeah, I didn’t want it to end,” I replied.

“Well, we can always go it again,” she said, with a wink.

Needless to say that’s exactly what we did, and not just once. We had sex long into the night and again the next day. We tried many different positions and I explored every inch of her body, kissing her in places I would never have dreamed.

We agree to meet on the next evening and had a lovely meal and another long chat. Naturally, we went to bed afterwards and had another amazing session. It was the happiest I had ever been and I wanted to be with her forever. I asked if we could still see each other when we got back to the UK. She agreed, but sadly when I got home, I didn’t hear a thing.

In hindsight I think she was only interested in a holiday fling. Still, I genuinely believed she loved me as much as I loved her. My guess is that she didn’t want her family to know. I have never felt such loss and it took me a long time to get over her. It was a lesson in just how wonderful and painful love can be. Not that I am put off and I hope I will one day to meet some else just like her.

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Detective Ling Wong knew there was a problem when she was invited to the home of the Police Commissioner that night. They’d never even had private conversations before, much less a home meeting.

She had given court testimony in the morning and was involved in two active investigations, so she was already exhausted that night. But for a discreet meeting with the boss, she was interested in whatever this was about.

They were left alone in the rustic style living room with dark wooden furniture. A maid brought them coffee and pastries before exiting. A fireplace was burning nearby.

“I know I can trust you,” Michael said. “We have similar interests. I know all about how you solved that major investigation last year.”

Never breaking her poker-face, Ling was aghast, but unsurprised that the news got out. A year ago, the nation was gripped by a cult that was committing random macabre murders which resulted in the largest police investigation in the city’s history.

Ling was a new detective — the first Asian female on major crimes — and she was responsible for ending the murder spree thanks to a secret source. A highly-connected prison inmate gave her vital information after pressing her for sexual favors. She gave what all men behind prison want besides their freedom; a female detective’s body.

That case can be found here:

Detective’s Body, Prison Toy

“How many people know?” she asked, keeping the tone respectful.

“Not many. Some of the action was caught on surveillance cameras and the Warden showed me. Don’t worry, I requested that the footage be deleted.”

“You could have ruined my life and career. I’m assuming you want a favor.”

Michael nodded, sipping coffee in between. “Today would be the day. I need help from someone like you.”

For once, she saw a crack in the powerful man. Before coming here she had no idea how serious it would be. Now she knew. And she was certain that this man would never reveal the info of what she did in prison.

“You can tell me,” Ling said. “It will stay between us.”

Michael leaned forward, laying it all out. “My wife has sex with other men. And I watch it happen. It’s been that way for nearly 20 years.”

It took a lot of courage for a proud man to admit something like that, Ling thought. The admission was spoken confidently, without a trace of remorse or embarrassment, even though it must have been tough.

“Are you being blackmailed?” she asked.

“Something like that. By someone on the police force.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“Not yet. I want to show you something. I trust that everything stays between us.”

She nodded. “Confidentiality is part of my job.”

The commissioner reached for an envelope and handed it to the detective. Ling opened it and saw a series of photographs in a fancy bedroom. Pictures of the boss’s wife with a younger man on top. Both naked. Three other naked men were waiting for their turn.

Included was a typed letter:

—

Commissioner,

Who knew that the city’s most distinguished lawyer is also a hotwife? Your wife is a real beauty and she looks so good with her legs spread. It would be a shame if this were made public. Both of your reputations would be in pieces. Hopefully it won’t come to that.

Until further notice, nothing changes. Tell no one. Your wife continues going to these events. If she doesn’t show up and perform, these pictures will go to every news outlet in the city. They’ll be posted online and will be sent to the heads of the police department.

Don’t be a hero in this situation. You can’t win.

We’ll keep in touch

—

After reading the note, Ling turned her attention back to the Commissioner, who looked thoroughly humiliated.

“I got that letter months ago,” Michael said. “My wife continues attending these sex parties and the blackmailer keeps sending us new pictures. That’s how this works. It’s been difficult for us.”

“Do you have enemies I should know about?”

“You’re still a young woman. Someday you’ll understand that power is a dangerous thing that breeds many enemies. Anyone could be doing this. That’s my problem.”

They both sipped their coffee and Ling was given a moment to digest the news and think about things. Behind the Commissioner’s confidence was a man who knew his career and reputation would be over at any moment if this wasn’t resolved.

Ling pointed to a photograph. “I know two of these men standing in the background. One is a detective who I’ve worked with. The other is a cop I’ve seen on patrols.”

“Everyone in those photographs are law enforcement. It’s a high stress job and men want relief. But we can’t hire escorts because it’ll draw too much attention, so we share our wives instead. It’s a longstanding tradition. Simple as that.”

“When it comes to men and sex, I shouldn’t be surprised anymore.”

“You’re a cold-blooded lady,” he joked. “Now for the big question, Detective Wong; what do ataşehir escort bayan you think about all this?”

She answered immediately, “I think if this person wanted to blackmail you, it would have happened already. This person is playing games. It could be a personal vendetta. Why would a law enforcement agent who participates in these events expose the wife-swapping?”

“You pose an interesting thought. It’s like torture having my wife continue with this. Absolute torture.”

Ling tapped the stack of photographs. “Where were these taken?”

“The members-only resort. In one of the bedrooms. We rent a section of that place for our private use.”

“Could it be an inside job? Someone at the resort with access to every room? It would make sense because an employee could plant the recording device and remove it at any time.”

“That’s for you to investigate,” he said.

Ling stared directly into his eyes. “Why did you bring me here? I’m sure you have connections with counter-operation agents with far more experience than I have.”

“I can’t rock the boat within the department,” he replied. “I can’t go around asking the best agents to find out who’s doing this, because those guys attend the same orgies. I’m the fucking Police Commissioner, do you understand? I have to project order. If there’s a public scandal brewing, I’d be gone. That’s it. My job is terminated.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Ling agreed. “For the sake of our police department, I’ll look into this.”

“I will give you $50,000 in cash if you find the cunts that took these pictures. And I will personally make sure that you can lead whichever unit or criminal division you want. What do you think?”

“Sir, we both know I can’t accept that.”

Michael scoffed. “No? Cut the shit, detective. You’re helping me with this. No one else needs to know. Ever. But I have to warn you, it won’t be easy.”

In that moment, Ling could see why the boss was the boss. The man refused to accept an answer he didn’t like.

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Hannah’s perfect life collapsed when her husband showed her the pictures and letter. She saw herself naked in bed, feet up, while another man was having sex with her. She had long been assured that this would never be used against her.

As much as she wanted to blame her husband, this was her doing too. Hannah was excited at the prospect of having new partners all those years ago. 16 years, to be exact. They talked about it over a romantic dinner and saw this as a way to keep their sex life vibrant. Her husband was a police detective back then.

The possibility of joining an orgy seemed deliciously exciting, even though it was against her public persona. Hannah was a novice lawyer at the time and her expertise was civil rights. She was frightened that her reputation would be ruined, but her husband assured her repeatedly, over the course of months, that these people could be trusted.

After it started, the rest was unstoppable. The men on the police force loved and respected her. She started with one guy while her husband watched. Years later it grew to two, three, then even more. Gangbangs became a new part of her vocabulary.

New sex acts were introduced and Hannah enjoyed trying out new things. The dirtier the better. The more salacious, the more she wanted it. It was a journey of body and mind. A secret outlet to escape the stressful legal world.

In the years since, she became a prominent figure in the city. Currently, she has her sights on running for statewide office. Civil rights and public policy had been her life’s calling since being a law student, now she was on the verge of bigger things.

“Are you sure this will work?” she coldly asked her husband.

It had been weeks since the pictures arrived and she’d just gotten home after a long day meeting with city officials. She was still dressed in her office clothes and the stress lines were showing on her face. At her middle-age, her focus should be on family and career — not brewing sex scandals.

“There’s no choice,” Michael replied. “She’s agreed to handle this situation for us.”

Hannah was given a picture of Detective Wong, along with a police profile on this detective. At a glance, the detective had an excellent record and was famous for solving a major murder investigation.

“She’s pretty. Did you fuck her?”

He shook his head, disappointed that this was asked. “No, I don’t have a personal relationship with her. She has sharp eyes, an investigative mind, and men really want a piece of her. No one would suspect her, which is a good thing.”

“I’d like to meet with her beforehand.”

“Sure, of course. I’ll arrange a meeting.”

Hannah nodded then left to go change her clothes. Deep down she was still furious that she was in this situation. But she was an optimist. She loved her husband and prayed they’d eventually get through this. It all depended on the detective.

Days later, she got her escort kadıöy wish when her husband was out having dinner with colleagues.

She laid eyes on Detective Wong being escorted into the home by the maid. Although she thought the detective was attractive in pictures and tv, she felt the detective was even more beautiful in person, wearing a casual outfit of a blouse and jeans.

They exchanged pleasantries and Hannah was embarrassed knowing that the detective had seen sexual photos of her in a gangbang. But then again, she saw the detective in compromising photos during that prison interrogation, so the feeling must have been mutual.

No time was wasted and they went to the bedroom after sending the maid away. She had no desire to make friends with the detective. As far as she was concerned, this was purely a business transaction. Her husband was paying a lot of money and she expected every dollar to be worth the investment.

Hannah lifted an eyebrow. “Outside of sex with prison inmates, have you ever done anything like this before?”

Being the boss’s wife had its perks, as it was obvious that the detective was annoyed by the question but could do nothing about it.

“I’ve only recently learned about these sex parties,” Detective Wong answered. “I’ve agreed to accompany you. Officially I’m checking things out to see if I’d be interested — unofficially, I’m doing surveillance.”

Hannah centered herself. This was the most stressful period of her life. She was used to being loved, and giving love in return. Not being the victim, made to feel so very helpless.

“I apologize for my tone,” she said. “Really, I’m sorry. As you can imagine, this has been a horrible nightmare. I never thought I’d be in this position.”

The detective brushed it off. “There’s no need to apologize.”

“Thank you. I appreciate what you’re doing for us. Do you mind if I just be blunt?”

“Please.”

“I’m not looking to be friends,” Hannah said firmly. “I’m not looking for sympathy or a shoulder to cry on. And I don’t want you feeling sorry for me. All I want is for this to be over with.”

“That’s understandable. You arranged this meeting with me today. I’m assuming you want to go over some things.”

Now that the ice was broken and the tension was largely cleared, it was time to get serious. Important steps needed to be taken.

“Remove your top,” Hannah said. “All of it. If you’re going to attend these parties, then you’ll have to look… like less like a cop.”

She was surprised that the detective compiled so easily, but without emotion. There was almost a robotic, emotionless vibe as the detective removed her blouse and bra, trying to hide outward feelings about it, as if this were only a job.

Before long, with the clothes placed neatly on a nearby table, Detective Wong stood topless in the bedroom. Her breasts flat with pale white skin. Her nipples black and protruding.

Hannah eyed the detective’s measurements and went to the closet to retrieve a small piece of lingerie; a black silk-lace babydoll.

“I’ve been doing this a long time,” Hannah said, handing the detective the lingerie. “At my age, I’m one of the women in charge of helping new wives join these parties. Think of me as a teacher.”

The detective took the lingerie and wore it. The fabric of the babydoll was sheer, leaving the skinny white chest and stomach showing. The cups were small, covering the detective’s breasts, but there were tiny openings in the center of each cup, allowing the nipples to poke through. The detective got the hint and adjusted the cups to let her nipples out.

“Open nipple lingerie,” Hannah said. “They’re always a party favorite. I’m surprised more women don’t wear them for their husbands.”

“Well, you may be shocked to hear this, but I’ve never been married, and I’ve never worn lingerie before. This is my first time wearing anything so provocative.”

“Figures. You’ve never even dressed sexy for a man in the bedroom?”

“No.”

“But you like sex, don’t you?” Hannah asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Within reason. Everyone likes sex.”

“Well, I think you look sexy. The cops will go crazy when they see you like this… especially with those nipples of yours. Men love big nipples.”

“I’ve noticed,” the detective replied.

She could tell that the detective was uneasy about using her body this way, and that her colleagues on the police force would be seeing her in a drastically new light. But this is what Michael was paying for. Loyalty. Dedication.

“How should we do this?” Hannah asked. “I’ll entertain the men, while you go snooping around?”

“That’s the plan. I’ve studied the layout and I’ll look for places where cameras can be hidden. I’ll also look for suspicious behavior. We’ll find strategies to shake the tree, so to speak. I have good eyes and a photographic memory.”

“I can see why you’re so highly touted. You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” Detective maltepe escort Wong replied. “Not when sex is involved.”

Hannah pursed her lips. “Thank you for doing this. I know it can’t be easy for you. You must think I’m a whore.”

“I think you’re a woman who enjoys sex and now you’re the victim of a crime. It’s the blackmailer who’s the wrongdoer, not you.”

It was an understatement that Hannah ‘enjoys sex.’ Realistically, sex was a defining part of her life and marriage. No one would ever suspect that her sex life is what it was. And that was all the more reason why she had to go through with this. She’d work too hard as a lawyer to let it all go to waste.

The only question remained, did the detective have the stomach for something like this? Hannah wondered how thoroughly the detective had been briefed. Sex parties aren’t for everyone. They take time to get used to.

Looking at the detective’s nipples, Hannah felt a bit guilty. She’d be leading this woman into a world of men with excessive sexual desires. Certain women are built to withstand that many cocks, some aren’t.

During this meeting, she noticed the detective’s withdrawn and somewhat robotic movements. Some men like that sort of thing, some don’t. Hannah provided a mini-coaching session, teaching the detective how to walk. How to work that skinny figure in that sort of lingerie. The detective was naturally apprehensive, but Hannah was persistent about it.

The stakes were high and she needed this rigid detective to blend in to the sexual experience, or else the blackmailer would spot this operation a mile away.

Women Who Are Made Submissive

To the outside world, the resort was hosting yet another party. Valet took care of the well-dressed guests. The men were top brass of the police department, some detectives, and a few lucky police officers who were chosen for their physical prowess. The women accompanying them were their wives.

Hannah greeted them in the lobby with hugs and kisses, because make no mistake about it, a closeness existed amongst them. Sharing deeply intimate encounters creates strong bonds.

But a question lingered. Were one (or more) of these people her blackmailer? Could someone she fucked for years have turned on her? It broke her heart. It made her sick. She forced a smile as she embraced everyone.

As expected, the men were in disbelief seeing Detective Wong standing a few feet behind her, dressed in a silk blouse and pencil skirt with heels, her black hair in a ponytail, and makeup done glamorously. It was a new side to the detective’s appearance that Hannah put together.

“Detective Wong, is that you?” a sergeant asked, checking out her body.

“So, the woman with nerves of steel has a sex drive,” another man added.

“I’m a guest tonight,” Detective Wong answered with a deceptive charm. “An intrigued invitee, you could say, after years of being invited to these events.”

Each of the men bought into the lie. It was so easy. Hannah could see the men licking their chops, eager for a piece of whatever that Asian detective could offer. The wives, on the other hand, greeted the detective as if welcoming a new member of the sisterhood.

The party started shortly after drinks were served. Inside the resort showed why this place was exclusive. The design was something out of the renaissance era. European paintings on the walls and artwork on the ceiling. Dark wooden furniture. A massive chandelier that hung so beautifully.

24 guests had arrived to use the various rooms. A lounge area, pools, hot tubs, and several bedrooms were at their disposal.

When the doors closed and the staff placed “Do Not Enter” signs around the private area, the fun began.

Hannah was the oldest woman in the group, so it was customary that she started things off and led the wives. She shimmied out of her black dress, letting it fall to the carpet like a gift unwrapped. Her bra was open cup, so her large breasts and coral-pink nipples were already bare. Her panties were crotchless, letting her butt and pussy show.

Being the first was always the hard part. Once the ball got rolling, other women stepped out of their dresses as well. Sexy undergarments were worn and some were happy just being naked. Women were like prey as men made their selections for the night.

Eyes turned to Detective Wong, who seemed apprehensive standing on the side. Hannah felt bad that the detective now had to undress, but then again, she reminded herself of the money and favors her husband was giving this woman.

Hannah decided to make things easier for the detective (and a bit more erotic for all the guests involved) and helped remove the detective’s blouse and pencil skirt, revealing the black silk-lace babydoll lingerie hidden underneath. The long dark nipples remained protruding through the openings of each cup.

Looking at the men, Hannah could tell that the top brass of the police really wanted to fuck the detective. In her opinion, it wasn’t just that Detective Wong was a beautiful woman. It was also that Detective Wong was smart, stoic, and was a quasi-celebrity from breaking the macabre murder case a year ago. Conquering the detective would certainly be a gold star on any policeman’s sexual record.

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Although, I have been happily married for well over 30 years, I have known from a very young age that I had, and still have, feelings for the male sex but have always been very confused over my true sexuality. My wife and I used to have a good sex life but in recent years this has become almost non existent as she finds it so very difficult these days.

With more or less no sex life now, this set me on a different path in that although I love my wife so much, I need to relieve my own sexual desires. As a result, I started watching porn and increasingly Bi and gay and well as threesome films.

Ultimately, I started to research places that I could attend away from home to satisfy my desires. I have now visited and continue to do so, a number of gay saunas and found this a way of getting my sexual relief. However, I often think back to my first man to man experience. One of which I will never forget and more-so wish it could happen all over again.

Many years ago, I was self employed running my own business. Like a number of businesses, the majority of our work was local. But as the business grew, I decided to get some help. I employed a beautiful young man aged 18. His name is John and he lived locally. At this time, I was approx 22.

John, quite tall, always extremely smart, with nice short light brown hair and with a gorgeous fresh complexion. He always had a nice aftershave on which made him even more attractive. A beautiful boy who I feel could have easily been a male model. Needless to say, he was very pleased when offered the job and couldn’t wait to start.

John took to the role easily and after a few months of getting to know each other, I don’t know why, but we somehow had a real bond going between us both, almost reading each others mind and becoming more like brothers. Whilst the subject of sex was never brought up, some of his ways led me to believe he might be gay or Bi sexual. I never embarrassed him or quizzed him but I certainly thought he was.

Anyway, A job came into the office involving an overnight stop. Hire van loaded and bags packed, off we set off from Newcastle to the Bristol area. A good number of hours later, we arrived and managed to get unloaded. During unloading, John seemed to pull his back slightly.

“Ok John.” I asked.

“I’ll be ok.” he replied.

It was then off to find accommodation for the night. The B&B we found only had a twin room left with breakfast. Out of courtesy, I asked John if that was Ok, before I booked the room or if we should look for another place. He replied,

“No problem, that would be nice.”

Fresh-end up, it was then off to a local hostelry serving evening meals. We chatted like we had never done before and later got round to the subject of sex. He disclosed that so far in his life, he felt somewhat uncomfortable with girls and to date had not really had a girlfriend to speak of. With his looks, I was a little taken aback at that and realised that my initial thoughts may be true.

Confused about his sexuality, I was not surprised when he said he felt more attracted to men. Even though I had thought of it before, I was very pleased hearing him say it, especially having the same feelings myself and specifically for him. To be honest, I think I was falling in love with John and my mind was going mad. I told him not to worry about, it really didn’t matter. He was a nice young man and would find out all in good time.

John then said,

“Since we started working together, don’t you think we seem to be bonding very well with each other.”

“I certainly do John.” I replied.

“Have you ever been with another man John” I asked.

” Not yet, but I have a feeling it might not be long before I do” John said.

“Oh, hows that” I said.

“Well you have to admit we do get on really well. The bond we have together and the looks that I get from you, tells me you yourself might feel the same way. Isn’t that so” John asked.

I was shocked, as I had obviously tried not to consciously show my interest in him and he as was normally so quiet, so I had to think quick.

Being honest with him, I said,

“Yes I do” and “what about you John” ataşehir escort bayan

“Well, I would love to try my first experience and see what it’s like, but I would feel safer with someone I know.” John commented.

I couldn’t help notice, but by now, I could see that he had a nice bulge appearing in his trousers. And likewise, I could feel myself getting aroused after hearing his comments.

“Hows your back now John.” I asked.

“Still a-wee bit sore.” he replied.

“Perhaps a nice soft massage might help then.” I suggested.

“Nice idea.” John said.

Time was getting on and we both agreed it would be a good idea to make a move back to the B&B. Once in the room, I think both our hearts were pounding at the thought of what we both knew was about to happen with each other. Looking John in the eyes, I asked him,

“Are you ok with this.”

“Yes, I cannot wait as I am starting to feel so aroused at the thought” he said,

“Are you.” John asked.

“I think so much of you John, I cannot wait either.” I replied.

Facing him, I lifted his t-shirt over his head. This revealed his beautiful clean shaven body. His skin was just so smooth, it was like velvet. I couldn’t help myself and proceeded to run my hands all over his solid chest not forgetting his nipples which were now standing very proud.

I moved my mouth over to his nipples sucking and licking them which drove him wild and made him moan. Shortly afterwards, I moved down to his trousers and undid his belt. He kicked them off and this revealed him wearing a pure white tight fitting jockstrap. Oh my god, I thought. He looked absolutely stunning and by now my hard cock was throbbing like mad.

Seeing him like this really turned me on. His cock was now forming a huge tent inside his very nice jockstrap. I placed my hand onto his bare ass and just like his chest this was so beautifully smooth and fresh. We looked at each other, smiled and he whispered

“I think you will like my cock if you try.”

I shivered at the thought and running my hands all over his body, I slowly moved my hand to just above his private arpea and to the top of his jockstrap.

I gradually slipped my hand just inside the front of it, expecting to find his pubic hair and was very surprised to find that he had none at all and just like the rest of his body he was clean shaven. Gorgeous.

At last, I took hold of his fantastic huge member. John is simply massive and I shivered with excitement and delight. He must be 8+ inches. I had no idea he was so big. Carefully removing his jockstrap, his hard, veined, smooth circumcised cock and soft well hung balls sprung up like a missile and was now right in front of me.

By now John was standing there totally naked and turning to me said,

“Now its your turn.”

He undid my shirt revealing just like his, my smooth shaved chest, whilst my shirt fell to the floor, he then quickly unfastened my trousers letting them drop to the floor. I stepped out willingly. Like myself, he ran his hands over my body caressing my smooth chest and sucking my nipples which I personally found rather tender.

Moving swiftly, John, had his warm hands inside my Tanga briefs in no time at all. He took my erect cock in his hand and ran it over my pre cum head. My briefs were soon off and he collected as much of my pre cum on his fingers and licked them clean tasting my juices.

Both fully naked, we admired each others bodies and gave each other a nice long close hug. It was so sensual. Our silky bodies moved together rhythmically making this a very erotic time for us both. I leaned over to the dressing table and popped some massage oil onto both our cocks. We held each other and started to masturbate one another.

Getting closer, he took control and rubbed both our cocks together and in no time we were both very wet with pre cum. Before I had chance, he bent down and took my cock slowly into his mouth, sucking and slurping it and taking me in and out of his warm mouth, right to the back of his throat. It wasn’t long before I was getting close to cumming but as it was early we stopped.

I escort kadıöy said,

“Lets go into the shower and freshen up.”

We both stepped into the cubicle and soon had the hot water running all over our bodies. I took the shower gel and then passed it to John and then we commenced to soap each other all over. It was very exhilarating soaping and washing each others bodies and in particular each others cocks.

After a while, I asked John to lift his left leg which he did onto a wall mounted seat inside the shower. Popping some more gel onto my fingers, I massaged his ass and parted his butt cheeks and then proceeded to attend to his tight love hole. He could hardly contain his excitement. I ran my fingers up and down it for some time eventually managing to get my finger right into him as well and caressing his balls and up to his cock.

John nearly fainted with the pleasure of having one finger and then two inside him. Later, he reciprocated and did the same to me. Both of us were very much enjoying each others company. After Approx 15 – 20 minutes or so, we left the shower feeling very excited at our shower time together. We moved into the bedroom, and still damp sat on one of the beds and laughed.

Having had a drink of water, I turned and looked into his eyes.

“Lay down on the bed on your chest John.” I said.

Quickly, he was laid facedown on the bed.

“The massage to your sore back then John.” I said.

I got the massage oil and being careful applied some to his back. I gently massaged his back as well as his ass cheeks, love hole and legs. I then gently moved onto him positioning my chest onto his back so that our soft fresh damp skins were rubbing together.

We laid like this for a few minutes and I moved my head up to his, smelling his fresh clean body and we then gently kissed each other for the first time. We kissed for a good few minutes and used our tongues well. My rock hard cock was also laid on him resting between his ass cheeks. Moving my hands over his back and shoulders, it wasn’t long before I moved back down the bed to be level with his lovely firm ass.

Obviously turned on, he opened his legs wider which allowed my fingers to feel his tight love hole once more. He really loved the feeling and was moaning and starting to breath heavier. And as I could not resist, I whispered into his ear,

“you will enjoy the next bit John.”

I told him to lie on his side which he did without hesitation, I carefully pushed his right leg up towards his chest.

This was it. My fantasy was coming to fruition. I was about to have my first rimming experience. I tongued and licked his ass cheeks and moved carefully to his beautiful clean love hole. Moving up and down, I used my tongue well, spending plenty of time on and getting well into him but also taking his beautiful balls into my mouth and licking between his love hole and his massive hard cock. He tasted absolutely fantastic.

I was so honoured he had wanted to be with me for this his first experience. After a short time his cock was very wet with pre cum. I moved up and cleaned every drop tasting his sweet juice. Simply wonderful. We then agreed to quietly push the 2 beds together to form a double.

John asked that I lay down first which I did. Very soon, he straddled over my head and bending forward he took hold of my rock hard 6 inch circumcised cock and started to masturbate me. Running his hand up and down my oily shaft, he leaned forward and took it deep into his mouth, deeply sucking and slurping and running his mouth all the way up and down my cock and balls. I was in ecstasy and it was not long before my cock pumped away my juices into well into his mouth which he said tasted great. He swallowed every drop.

Meanwhile, his huge cock was nicely above my head, but was soon in my mouth where he rhythmically moved in and out, going deep into my throat which very nearly made me gag. His cock received all the attention it so deserved, I sucked and slurped away all the way up and down his shaft and not forgetting those well huge balls. But like myself earlier he suddenly stopped as he told me was getting close maltepe escort to cumming and wanted to save himself for later.

After a while, John moved off the bed and then lifted my legs towards my head in order to get to my own love hole. I had never been rimmed before so when he got his face into my butt and licked and played with my hole and soft balls with his tongue, I was in heaven and simply did not want him to finish. It wasn’t long before John slid a finger in there. I was wanting to scream with all the various sensations.

Laying there for what seemed ages, it wasn’t long before I felt John’s massive tool rubbing against my ass and balls.

“I would love to fuck you.” he said.

“And I would love you to fuck me John.” I said.

Before we left home for this trip, I had packed some lube just in case of something happening. I undid the bottle and turned to John and coated his hard cock with the lube. He then dribbled some lube onto my ass and used his fingers to lubricate my love hole and prepare me for my first fuck.

Soon, I felt his cock rub up and down my ass groove and in no time at all, he gently pushed down and I felt his shaft slide into my hole. This being my first time, it took some time in getting inside me and at first was painful, but eventually he was fully inside me and I the pain eased.

Knowing it was my first time I had been fucked, he very carefully started to thrust in and out. The sheer delight of having his cock inside of my tight hole just drove me wild and the desire to have him in there was even more exciting. I could not believe that the boy was so good. It wasn’t long before I felt his huge throbbing cock start to pulsate inside of me filling me with his lovely cum juices. After he withdrew, I then licked the end of his cock so as to taste his beautiful sweet juices.

John, his body now sweating heavily, laid down beside me. We both faced each other and smiled at what had taken place. We laid naked together for quite some time enjoying this very special occasion. We could not stop caressing each other, rubbing our hands over bodies and specifically our sensitive parts.

As it was now late, we both agreed there was no urgent rush to get up early. We fell asleep naked and close together. It was lovely.

In the morning, I woke up first to find John facing me. It wasn’t long before he moved. I could not help myself and moved under the duvet. I put my mouth onto his cock and ran my lips up and down his now erect shaft. John, now fully awake, turned to me with a real nice smile said quietly,

“I thoroughly enjoyed our time together last night, but you didn’t manage to me fuck me, which I so want and need to feel you inside me”.

I said,

“I think after our experience last night, I would have struggled to achieve it. I did not want you to be disappointed, however, I have not forgotten and you will soon be satisfied. And to be honest, I want you so much John.”

After we took hold of each others cocks we took our time and sucked and slurped each other. I managed to deepthroat him once again until he shot a massive amount of cum well into the back of my mouth. I swallowed every single drop of his beautiful tasting load. It was then my turn to fuck his ass.

John then lubed my cock ready and he moved to the bottom of the bed laying on his front and letting his legs hang over the edge. He spread them apart revealing his nice clean welcoming hole ready to be fucked. I dribbled some lube onto his ass and fingered him to ensure my cock would enter him easier. He could not wait and assisted me by pulling his ass cheeks apart. In no time at all, I carefully pushed my throbbing cock into him.

So tight, he winced and moaned at having me inside him and I felt every part of him. Gently, I thrust in and out, making sure not to rush. At one point, I stopped thrusting so as to just lay there together with my cock deep inside his super ass. Soon, I was there and my cock exploded shooting all my cum inside him. We then both cleaned up and laid together for a while before we got up, showered then had breakfast.

The journey home was great as we discussed our experience together. And I can confirm since then, John asked that we had more trips away with nights out. From there on we somehow we had quite a number of trips away. I wonder why.

Sadly, as time went on, we went our separate ways and somewhat lost touch. But I will never ever forget him.

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The four of us, two guys, two gals, rented a house together. While we knew each other from college, we hadn’t planned on becoming roommates. But unless you’re one of those over-paid Washington lawyers — which none of us was — the high cost of living in the DC area meant that no one could afford our own place. So we found a four bedroom house, across the Potomac River. We dated, but not each other. There was an unwritten rule that sex among us would complicate things too much. We were careful about how we dressed, even being sure to wear robes going to and from the shower. We kept things brotherly and sisterly. Until that night. And it was all my fault.

I’m Sarah. I had been dating a guy, but we recently broke up. My three roommates were going to a party, but I declined. I was still nursing bruised feeling from the last boyfriend. I just wasn’t in the mood to be cheerful at a meet and grab party. They left, and I remained on the couch watching a movie.

It was a love story, with some steamy sex scenes. The movie had its effect on me. When you’re used to regular sex, not having it is worse than not having had it at all. I was frustrated by my thwarted love life, and aroused by what could be. The others had only left an hour ago, and wouldn’t be back til midnight or later. With the privacy of an empty house, I allowed myself the indulgence of putting my hands inside my pants on the couch. Normally I’d only do something like that in my own room. One thing led to another, and I soon had my pants and panties down around my knees. I had opened my blouse (I wasn’t wearing a bra) and had one hand massaging my nipples, the other hand rubbing the clitoris. I was rather enjoying myself and didn’t even notice the front door opening until it was too late.

It was the three of them. The party had been canceled at the last minute when a water leak from an upstairs toilet caved in the ceiling of the host’s house.

They stared at my spread legs, at my private parts. I ataşehir escort bayan was fully exposed.

“Oh my God,” was their universal cry.

I stared back at them with my mouth gaping open, and then hurriedly grasped clothes to cover myself. I fled into my bedroom with a scream, with my breasts flapping against the open blouse and with my naked rear end exposed from the half pulled up clothes. I curled on my bed, frozen. I was mortified. I knew I could never face them again.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

“Go away.”

It was Lisa. “Sarah, open up.”

“Please, just let me be.”

Lisa opened the bedroom door and came in anyway. She spoke.

“Look, I know it’s awkward, but everyone does it. You just got caught.”

“I can’t face the guys. What must they think of me?”

“Well, I can’t say they weren’t shocked,” she said. “We’ve all kept our sex lives pretty private. Until now. But it’s not the end of the world. Come on out and let’s talk.”

I told her I absolutely could not do that. “I can’t look any of them in the eye.”

Lisa tried logic.

“Look, you’ve been naked in front of guys before. You don’t have any unique body parts. Hiding in here isn’t going to do any good. Hold your chin up and come on out.”

I was having none of it.

“I’ve been naked before but the guy was naked too. This is different. I can’t live with the daily embarrassment of Brad and Kevin looking at me, knowing. And you too; what must you think? I have to move out.”

Lisa gave up and left. I stayed curled on the bed, tears of shame in my eyes.

Lisa conferred with the guys.

“She’s in there, devastated. She says she has to move out. I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Well, everybody masturbates,” said Brad. “Part of the shock is that we’ve been so careful about keeping our bodies and sex under wraps in the house. I’ve never even seen anyone in their underwear, much escort kadıöy less undressed. It’s like we’re running a convent.”

“I agree,” said Kevin. “When we were in the dorm at school, girls would walk to the bathroom in their bra and panties, or with a towel wrapped around them. No big deal.”

“You may be right,” said Lisa. “I thought with us living in the same house, any intimacy would lead to relationships and you know how most of them end up. Sarah is still pining over her last boyfriend. Imagine if he lived here.”

“I think we need to do something radical,” Lisa continued. “What do you say about…” and they talked. “I think it’s the only way. Agreed?” The guys agreed.

Lisa went to my room and knocked.

“Come in.”

“Sarah, I’ve talked with the guys and we have a solution. You need to come out.”

“What solution?” I asked.

“You need to come out. You’ll see.”

“How can you fix what they saw? How can you erase that memory? They’ll never forget. Nor can I,” I protested.

“Trust me. This can be fixed. You need to come out.”

I had my doubts, but I couldn’t stay in the room forever. I was shaking as I followed Lisa into the family room. The lights were dimmed.

To my surprise, the guys were there, wearing only their underpants! As I stared, Lisa took her blouse off and undid her skirt. She was in bra and panties.

On the TV was playing a porno CD that I knew Brad owned, but he had never played in front of us girls. A naked man and a woman were groping each other.

“Sex is part of our lives, Sarah,” said Lisa. “We’ve been keeping it quiet in the house, but it rages in the background. You opened the door. We thank you for that. And we want to admit it openly, so that no one has to be ashamed.”

“Oh my God,” I stammered, “what are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Brad, you’re first,” said Lisa.

Brad lay down on the couch. He removed his underpants. His penis and testicles maltepe escort sprawled out. He took some massage oil from a bottle. With his eyes on me, he began to stroke the penis. It slowly began to swell and rise.

“Brad,” I said, “no. You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” he said, “we’ve repressed ourselves in this house, pretending that we can’t be open with each other. I love sex. I masturbate all the time. I don’t want you to be ashamed for what you did. You’re our friend.”

Lisa unhooked her bra and let if drop to the floor. She sat in our lounge chair and began to massage her vulva through the panties. Then she removed the panties, showing a mass of trimmed public hair. She began to use a vibrator on the lips of the vagina.

Kevin took off his last clothes and lay on the floor. He began to massage his penis. He was circumcised, unlike Brad. He used one hand to rub his testicles as his other hand rose up and down on the penis. It arced up toward his stomach.

Soon, all three of them were in the throes of their own pleasure. I seemed the odd person out, dressed, watching them.

I was horrified and grateful. Horrified that I had been the cause of them feeling that they needed to do this, so that I would not be ashamed. And grateful that they valued me enough to do it.

I began to cry.

“Are you ok?” asked Brad, concerned.

“Yes, yes, I am. I love you guys. All of you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” I replied.

Lisa came over to hug me. The guys did too, both still with erections. All four of us hugged, and I cried.

“Wait,” I said. “There is one piece missing in this hug.”

Then I stripped off my clothes. I couldn’t be the only one not naked.

We hugged and laughed. Brad poured drinks and we sat down, still naked, to watch that porno movie. It was hilarious how fevered the couple was about trying each and every sexual position. Don’t they know that casual nudity with your friends is so stimulating?

We stayed in that house for 2 years more. From then on, we were open and free about our bodies and our love lives. We never had sex with each other, but we were lovers. Lovers of each other and our bodies. We’re friends to this day.

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Just then, she leaned in to kiss me. She was lying on top of me. She had her left hand on my neck, and her right hand on my ass. This time, I didn’t draw back; I kissed back! I felt her spit ooze into my mouth, and I sucked it in. Her tongue brushed against my teeth and sucked on my tongue. I nibbled her lip and held her waist. Courtney was right: this was better than making out with a boy! I felt her body grinding on mine and Courtney was making moaning noises. I groaned back and I felt my pussy throb. I couldn’t believe it; I was actually feeling horny from making out with a girl! Courtney slid her mouth away from mine and began kissing my chin. I think she could tell that I was horny, cos just then, she put her hands over my pussy (my thongs were still on) and started rubbing it. I whimpered in delight and grabbed her boobs. I squeezed them and pulled her bra off. I rolled us over and now, I was on top of Courtney. I slid down and started sucking on her boobs. Suddenly, Courtney’s fingers were in my pussy. She fingered it with two fingers and put it up to my face.

“Wanna lick it? Wanna lick your sweet pussy juice?” She asked sexily

I stuck her fingers in my mouth and licked it. Courtney pulled down my thongs and put her head between my legs. She licked my (very wet) pussy slowly and speeded up. Then, she started biting into it, so if felt like she was eating my pussy out. This just goes to show how much you really know about yourself. I never knew I had a dirty side to me. All of a sudden, Courtney got up and went over to a drawer and pulled out a big, long purple object which looked like a penis.

“What’s that?” I asked curiously

“It’s called a dildo. It’s like a cock for lesbians.” She laughed

“Ok.” I said quietly, swallowing

“Don’t worry.” Courtney whispered, coming over to me and rubbing my pussy “It feels really good!”

And that was no lie! She licked it to make it wet and put it into ataşehir escort my pussy. At first, she went slowly, but then, she was going fast. I screamed, but I was enjoying it so much. We got into a 69 position (Courtney taught me what it meant. Just look at the 69, and turn it horizontally. It’s when you are lying over each other and you are both licking either each others’ pussies or asses). She was fucking me with the dildo, and I was licking her pussy. We were both screaming so loud, that if felt like the whole world could hear us.

“Uh! Oh! Yeah! Mmm! Lick my pussy! Suck that bad pussy! Awwwww!” Courtney screamed

The noise of us screaming in unison made me even hornier.

After another half an hour of fucking each other, me and Courtney lay in her bed naked and wrapped around each other.

“Nice night, huh?” She asked

“Definitely!” I shouted

“So, what do you think your sexual orientation is now then?”

“Umm…I think I’m bi now!” I laughed

“I didn’t want to tell you, cos I thought you’d think I was weird, but I’m a lesbian. I was bi 3 years ago, but now I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh.” I said quietly

“I’m sorry for lying, but I guess I’ve kinda repaid you back, huh?” Courtney said, pinching my nipples

“Yeah, I’ve never had so much fun!”

“Good!” Courtney exclaimed, leaning over to kiss me

The next morning, when I woke up, Courtney was lying next to me with a smile on her face.

“Court, wake up.” I told Courtney, shaking her arm

“Hmm?” She asked sleepily

“Get up!”

“Ok, ok, I’m up.”

“What do you have in your house? I’m hungry.” I said

“Umm…we have…eggs, bacon, cereal…” Courtney said, getting out of bed

“I’ll have a bowl of corn flakes.” I said

“Ok, I’ll have some too.”

We walked to her kitchen (still naked). Courtney lifted me up and put her on the counter. She stood in between my legs and we made out. We made our bowls of cereal, and when we finished, we went back into her room.

“Shower?” Courtney asked

“Yeah, together.”

So, we went in the shower together and washed each other. When we’d washed all the suds away, Courtney kneeled down kadıköy escort bayan and sucked on my clit like a baby cock. It felt so tingly!!

“Awwwww! Mmm! Suck my pussy! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!” I screamed

Courtney bit it and pulled on it. It felt a weeny bit painful, but god at the same time. Kinda like when you pinch your nipple; it hurts, but it feels good. While she was biting my clit, I pinched and pulled her nipples.

“I’m thinking of getting a clit piercing. Do you think I should?” Courtney asked me

“Yeah, I think that would look quite sexy.” I said

“Ok, I’ll do it…next week or something.” She told me “Do you wanna watch some lesbo porn?”

“Yeah, ok.” I replied

Courtney got a DVD from her shelf called ‘Her First Lesbian Sex 10′ and put it in her DVD player. When it begun, we snuggled up on Courtney’s couch and watched it. When the sex came, me and Courtney couldn’t help but to finger each others’ pussies or lick each others’ pussies or even just make out with them. When it finished, my pussy was wet from all the horniness.

An hour later, me and Courtney got dressed and went back to my house. When we got there, we couldn’t see Paige.

“Paige! Paige!” I called

“In the backyard!” She replied

Me and Courtney went there, and she was sunbathing in her really revealing and sexy Playboy bikini.

“Hey girls!” She greeted

“Hi Paige!” Me and Courtney greeted back in unison

“Why don’t you join me?” Paige asked “Courtney can borrow one of your bikinis.”

“Yeah, ok.” I agreed

We went upstairs to my room and got on my two best bikinis. We went back downstairs and lay in the two other beach chairs. We sunbathed and talked for about…1 hour.

The next week or so, I was watching a VERY horny lesbian porn movie that Courtney lent me in my room. When it finished, I went downstairs, and Paige was lying half naked in the couch, reading the new addition of her company’s magazine, ‘Dirty Divas’.

“OMG! Brooke! Brooke! I’m on the cover! I’m on the cover of ‘Dirty Divas’!” She screamed suddenly

“Oh, wow! That’s great Paige!” I cried

She ran over to me and hugged me, pressing escort maltepe her 34 DD cup-sized boobs onto my chest.

“I’m so happy babe!” She said, kissing my cheek

“Me too! Congrats Paige!” I replied, twirling her hair around my finger (I told you I was horny) “What do you want as a reward?”

“I don’t know. What do you have in mind? A shopping spree!!”

“No.” I said shaking my head

Then, I put both my hands on her cheeks and kissed her. I curled my tongue around hers and poured spit into her mouth. I felt her kiss me back. She had her hands in my skirt, and she was squeezing my ass cheeks. I moved my hands over her boobs and squeezed them hard. We moved back and fell into the couch. I lay over her and spat on her boobs. I spat loads, and started off fast, but then got slower, oozing my spit over her luscious boobs.

“Where’s you learn this?” Paige asked me suddenly

“I learnt it from Courtney. It started last week at her sleepover. I swear, Paige, she is an EXCELLENT pussy-licker!”

“Well, wanna see how good I, a professional, am?” Paige asked seductively

I nodded.

Paige got off the couch and kneeled down. She opened my legs wide and pulled down my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so she he got her two fingers and fingered my pussy. She circled it and it felt DAMN GOOD!

“Mmm…yeah…oh….ooh…just there….OH OH OH OH OH OH OH YEAH! Oh god, fuck that pussy!” I screamed in delight

“You like that? You do? Mmm…I do too, but how do you like this?”

Paige took her fingers out of my wet pussy and licked them.

“Oh, that is some nice pussy juice you got there!”

She stuck her tongue out and licked my pussy. She circled her tongue around my clit and sucked on it. She fucked my pussy with her tongue and it felt so great! Why the fuck didn’t I try this with her before?

While Paige licked my pussy sexily, she took her middle finger and stuck it up my ass. She fucked my ass with her middle finger and licked at the same time.

“Now, let me see how good you are.” Paige said, smiling sexily at me

“Oh, I’m very good!”

I knelt down and widened her legs, putting them over my shoulder. I stuck my head between her groins and licked her pussy slowly. I speeded up with pace and soon, I was licking her pussy extremely fast.

“Uh! Oh! Yeah! Lick that pussy! Lick that pussy! Lick that pussy! Lick my sexy pussy!” Paige screamed loudly “Oh yeah! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooh!”

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Writer’s Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today.

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Why is it that husbands get such a bad rap about cheating on their spouses? I mean, when you look at it honestly, for every cheating husband, there is usually a cheating wife. Yes, I know that sometimes husbands cheat with younger, single women at the office, but statistically, cheating husbands are cheating with cheating wives. So give us a break, husbands cheat and wives cheat.

So just how does a long-term bachelor, except for a six-year respite forty years ago, get to be an expert on loving husbands. Well maybe I’m not really an expert, but I have listened to many divorced, married, and widowed women over many years tell me about what they experienced with their husbands. Their husbands, it seems, all had something in common; they all had a deep love and devotion for their wives, but sometimes, during the long haul, they just had to stray once in a while. The two husbands in this story are typical of the many I was told about or met.

It was a Friday afternoon in the fall of 1965 and as soon as the bell rang ending seventh period, I put the test papers I needed to grade over the weekend into my briefcase and left school. My goal was to get to home, change clothes, get in my truck loaded with my lawn mowing tools, then make it to the Madison’s and mow their lawn before Bill, Mr. Madison, got home from work. If I was lucky, I would have some quality time with Kate, Mrs. Madison. Kate and I had been enjoying each other’s company on most Friday afternoons ever since I began doing her lawn work ten months earlier (See: Homemade Pie). Some Fridays I was lucky and some I wasn’t.

Kate was just one of several married women whose lawns I took care of in order to offset my low teaching income; there were some “special customers” who needed attention and affection their husbands were not providing. I felt it my civic duty to help these lovely, mature ladies when I could. I never gave any thought to their husbands and how they might feel about me bedding their wives. I pretty much saw it as, if they were taking care of business at home, it wouldn’t be an issue in the first place. I mean, I didn’t seduce them; I just went to the door to collect for my lawn work. I would be invited in, often for coffee or a brandy, and over time, one thing led to another and she would be bent over the kitchen table or the dryer or the sofa, with her dress pulled up.

In Kate’s case, it happened the first time I knocked on her back door. Eventually, Kate told me how she had caught her husband running around on her and that was the reason she was fucking my eyes out. I was certainly sympathetic and wanted to help her any way I could; it was my duty.

Another married lady, whom I had mowed her lawn for more than two years; one day while her husband was away playing golf, I went to collect my money and she opened her blouse and asked if I would kiss her breasts. Of course, I obliged her, and then I felt compelled to kiss and taste the rest of her. That led to a nice kitchen chair fuck which her moans and cries indicated that she enjoyed. Afterward, she told me she had always been faithful to her husband, but that she just wanted to try “it” once. We never spoke of it again and I occasionally had drinks with her and her husband out on their patio.

All of my “special customers” were not married; there were plenty of widows and divorcees and of course it was forever changing-husbands died, widows would remarry, divorcees would find Prince Charming or would move away to seek greener pastures, etc. New widows and retirees would move to Florida and Florida husbands would leave their wives for a younger woman when going through their mid-life crisis. There were always new prospects; new flower beds to till and new bushes to trim. Life was good in Florida in the sixties and seventies.

Anyway, that Friday was one of my lucky Fridays. After mowing Kate’s lawn, I loaded my tools on the truck, dried most of the sweat from my body, and went to the back door to collect.

I knocked, “Come in,” it was Kate’s inviting voice.

I opened the door; Kate was leaning, almost sitting, against the small desk where she usually wrote checks and talked on the phone. She held her dress up to her waist, one foot rested on the seat of the desk chair, and she had a sultry look on her face. I knew what that position and look meant; Kate loved for me to go down on her and she was ready. I dropped to my knees, pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and inhaled the ripe, ready scent of her cunt. She was patient and let me enjoy the aroma and beauty of her cunt, but I knew she wanted to be devoured by my lips and tongue. Kate had the ability to have orgasms, one after another and she could get off easier and quicker than any woman I knew.

I ataşehir escort slipped two fingers into her tight ass as I pursed my lips and sucked her hard clit into my mouth. Her fingers dug into my scalp and shoulders as my tongue flicked over her pleasure nubbin. She let out loud moans and grunts; I’m certain her neighbors could have heard. She went through a number of small orgasms then one big one before she pushed me from between her legs.

It took us several minutes to regain our breath. We drank a cold beer and talked about the week we had had.

“My next door neighbor tells me she saved you from being caught by the police and my husband after slipping out my bathroom window last week.”

I replied, “Yes, it was a close call; I don’t know what I would have done without her. Newspaper headlines flashed before me, Local Teacher Caught Peeping.”

Kate chuckled, “I understand you rewarded her very well,” she added with a smile, referring to me spending the night with her.

“Do you think I need to bribe her so she doesn’t talk?”

“Oh, I think the three of us should get together sometime and discuss how we could work together. She enjoyed tasting you on my lips and cock..”

Kate sat her beer bottle down and moved close to me; she kissed me and ran her hand into my cut-offs and straightened my cock so it could stand straight up. She laughed that the head of my cock was exposed over top of my waistband when my cut-offs were low on my hips. She stooped down and kissed the exposed head of my cock then unfastened my shorts and pushed them to the floor. She moved to the desk and sat on the edge with her foot on the seat of the chair; her legs were open and the crotch of her panties still pushed to the side.

“I want to see you naked with your cock hard and in your hand,” Kate smiled and looked me up and down then motioned for me to turn around slowly.

After several minutes of surveying my naked body and hard cock, Kate stood up; “I phoned Bill at the office and told him to pick up several items at the store for me; we have time for a nice quickie fuck.”

She turned around, lifted the back of her dress, and bent over the desk; she, again, lifted her foot the chair seat. She was ready to fuck and, as she often did, she wanted to be fucked from behind. I stepped up and rubbed my cock up and down her crevasse from her tightly puckered ass to her dripping wet clit; she wiggled her ass in anticipation. I sunk my cock balls deep into her hot, dripping wet well. Leaning forward, I slid my hands under the front of her dress and took a hold of her full breasts and pulled her tightly against me. Kate began to buck her hips up and down as I thrust in and out of her cunt. I felt her slender fingers reach back and grasp my balls, she tugged on them until she pulled them against her clit then she used them like a marital aid to get off. I filled her with spurts of hot semen until frothy cream spilled over and ran down my balls and matted the pubic hair covering her vulva.

Like most of our trysts, it was fast and furious; we were always trying to beat the clock before her husband got home. I kissed her hair matted, swollen vulva then adjusted the crotch of her panties to cover up the mess I had made. I doubted that she would have a chance to freshen up before her husband got home. I pulled up my cut-offs, gave her a kiss, and headed to my truck.

When I got to the curb where my truck was parked, there was a note on my windshield; it was from Edith, “Please stop by, I have important information.” I pulled my truck into her driveway so Kate’s husband would not think I was spending too much time at his house.

Edith met me at the door dressed in a short skirt and halter top. She immediately wrapped me in her arms and kissed me.

“My goodness, you have her scent all over your face,” she smiled and kissed me again. “Come on into the kitchen and I’ll pour us a drink; I just put a cake in the oven.”

When she sat our drinks on the table, I pulled her close; she straddled my lap and lowered herself against my entrapped cock. I pushed her skirt up and ran my hands over her firm, smooth cheeks while she continued kissing my face.

“One of these days I’m going to send you over to her house with my juices all over your face. We can see how she likes that.”

“I would bet that she would love your taste. I have mentioned, several times, that the three of us should get together; she hasn’t said no.”

I unfastened her halter top and covered her breasts with kisses; my fingers slipped beneath the edges of her panties. Edith began grinding her crotch against my lap.

I asked, “I thought you had something important to tell me.”

“I do, but I need a fuck now.”

Edith stood up and unfastened my cut-offs; I stood up and pushed them to the floor.

“Look at the mess that hussy has left; she should be ashamed!”

She smiled and went to her knees to began the “clean up”. I had no doubt that she enjoyed the task of regenerating my spent, half kadıköy escort bayan erect, cock covered with her neighbor’s sweet nectar and my dried semen. Her warm lips and talented tongue began to bring my cock back to life; I felt her bare nipples against my thighs. She looked up and smiled at me. Within just minutes, my cock was standing proud, engorged with fresh blood. When she stood up admiring her work, I slipped her skirt and panties to the floor. At sixty-five, she was still an amazingly sexy woman.

Edith pushed me back into the chair then mounted me. I filled my hands with her grapefruit sized breasts as she impaled herself on my cock. She wiggled her hips then squeezed my cock with her muscles.

“I guess I can tell you while I enjoy your cock,” she said coyly.

Edith described exactly what had happened the previous Sunday morning.

. . . . .

Last Sunday morning, I got up about eight o’clock and put on the coffee then went into the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. I headed back to the kitchen wearing my blue gown with the lace-covered top when I heard the doorbell. When I answered it, I was shocked.

“Bill, Good morning, come in.”

“I hope I’m not bothering you too early,” he said as he looked me up and down.

“Not at all; I was just about to have my coffee. Will you join me?”

“Sure, if it’s no trouble.”

“Not at all, have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get it.”

When I returned with a tray, I saw Bill was sitting in the center of the sofa so either side I sat on, we would be close to each other. I sat on his left and poured our coffee; each time I looked at him, his eyes were surveying the view. I had no doubt that he could easily tell I was not wearing anything under my gown. As I moved to pour the coffee and handed it to him, my breasts swayed beneath the soft fabric. I felt my nipples harden and press against the fabric just below the lace-covered top; Bill tried not to look, or at least not to get caught looking. I pulled my legs up onto the sofa and turned to face him while I sipped from my cup. I was as hot as a cat on a tin roof.

I asked Bill, “Did you need to borrow something for Kate?”

“No, Kate went to visit her mother in St. Pete for the day,” he paused nervously, “I just wanted to talk to you.”

I laid my hand on his leg, “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

He took a breath to build up his nerve, “Do you think Kate could be fooling around with that young man who mows our lawn?”

I almost spit my coffee out, but caught myself, “Will? Of course not; what in the world made you think such a thing?”

He looked down at the coffee in his cup, “I found her panties in the clothes hamper and they had semen stains in them; that same afternoon the neighbor across the street told me she sees his truck in our driveway long after he stops mowing.”

“Bill, are you sure the stains weren’t normal discharge women have at times?”

“Yes, I smelled them; I know what semen smells like.”

“Oh Bill, you don’t have anything to worry about. Will is a very interesting young man to talk to and Kate spends so much time home alone. She just needs some company. Don’t listen to that old biddy across the street; she may just want you to get in her panties. Her husband cannot service her anymore.”

“I guess I’m concerned because we haven’t been intimate for some time and I’m afraid she was getting it from someone else. It’s all my fault; she found out I was having an affair last year and I think she is trying to get back at me.”

I rubbed his leg again and smiled at him, “Bill, you have been naughty with someone else? I’m jealous; you have never made a pass at me. Tell me all about it.”

Bill told me about a girl at his bank who had flirted with him. One thing led to another and they began an affair. When he didn’t give me specific details, I asked him for more information. He squirmed on the sofa and tugged at his shorts; I knew he was getting a hard-on just telling me about the affair. I rubbed my hand over his thigh then toward the inside. His cock pulsed when my hand made contact.

“Bill, if you need some relief, I would be happy to help you. A man should not have to suffer that way.”

He leaned over and kissed me. I slid the straps of my gown over my shoulders. His hands cupped my breasts and held them tightly then I felt his warm lips on my nipples; first one then the other. I unfastened his shorts and filled my hand with his swelling cock. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. I stretched my legs out and lifted one over his shoulder and onto the back of the sofa.

“Bill, show me how you eat Kate’s pussy.”

He slid between my legs and began kissing the sides of my vulva then pried open my inner lips with his tongue. I was hot and sopping wet and in just minutes Bill had me screaming with pleasure. I had to ball my fists up to keep from clawing his back and shoulders. The bitchy part of me wanted Kate to know her husband’s face had been covered with the escort maltepe juices of my cunt, but the good neighbor part of me didn’t really want to cause them any more pain than what they were already going through.

When I recovered, I pushed Bill backward onto the sofa and headed toward his engorged cock. I lifted one of his legs to the back of the sofa and pushed his other leg off the seat. He was open and vulnerable and I had his cock and balls in my sights. I played and teased him with my tongue for several minutes before taking his cock completely in my mouth. I wanted Bill to experience a blow job he could never forget. When he was on the edge of no return, I slipped one of my middle fingers into his tight ass all the way to his prostate. It was his turn to scream and scream he did. Spurt after spurt of creamy, hot semen filled my mouth; more semen than I could swallow. What I couldn’t swallow ran down his shaft and into the pubic hair covering his balls. I was satisfied that it was an experience he would not soon forget; an experience he would remember every time his wife sucked his cock.

As we redressed I gave Bill my advice, “Bill, if I were you, I would grab Kate when she gets home and turn her over your knees, pull her panties down, and give her sweet ass a good spanking. Tell her you found her semen covered panties and you are both even in screwing around. Then throw her on the floor and fuck her until she screams.”

Edith ended her story with telling that Bill gave her a kiss and thanked her for “everything.”

I was certain that it was Bill that was on her mind when she closed her eyes and began slowly riding up and down my cock. I kissed her lips and began massaging her breasts in my hands; my fingers tweaked her nipples. She took a deep breath then let out a sigh. My hands moved to her back then downward to her firm round ass. I slipped a few fingers between her cheeks and let the tips play around her rear orifice. Her breathing increased as she increased her movement up and down my cock. I smacked her ass firmly, but it did not interrupt her rhythm; she was well on her way to her happy place. She let out a squeal then almost collapsed in my arms.

I teased her, “Just who were you fucking, me or Bill?”

“Well, poor Bill needed someone to fuck him; he wasn’t getting any at home.”

We both laughed and continued our sexual play

I told her, “Go over to Kate’s tomorrow to borrow a cup of sugar and see if she will tell you anything about what happened after she got home.”

I had already found out that all husbands were not like Bill; some husbands encouraged their wives to experience other lovers and some even wanted to share their wives with other lovers. Over the years, I had the opportunity to enjoy the company of a married woman whose husband encouraged her to go out with other men then come home and tell him all about the experience in great detail then they would have wild sex afterward, according to her. Another husband, a paraplegic, loved watching his wife have sex with me then after I left she would straddle him and use his limp cock as a marital aid. Yet another husband would hide in the closet and watch his wife have sex with me and would not come out until after I left. According to his wife, he would be hard as a rock and would give her a long, passionate fuck then lick her clean afterward.

One evening I was sitting home grading test papers when the phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

A woman’s soft voice asked, “Is this Will?”

“Yes, who’s calling?”

“Will, my name is Joni. I have seen you mowing lawns in our neighborhood and asked a friend if she knew you and how to get in touch with you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, that’s how I get a lot of my customers.”

“Well,” she replied rather nervously, “I don’t actually need any lawn work done. My husband and I live in a condominium and they do all the upkeep.”

I was growing more curious by the minute.

“Oh, I see. What can I help you with?”

There was a small giggle, “Oh goodness, this is more difficult than I thought.”

I tried to reassure her, “It’s okay, we are both adults and there isn’t anything you cannot talk to me about. Take a deep breath and relax.”

“Well, my husband and I have just celebrated our thirtieth anniversary; during the celebration, we had a little too much wine and admitted, to each other, that we have had indiscretions while we have been married. We have talked about them at length and admitted how much we enjoyed them. We have decided that we would like to open our relationship by inviting another man to join us,” she let out a sigh.

I chuckled, “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I figured you must be trying to ask something about sex since you were having such a difficult time.”

She laughed, “I have been trying all week to get up the nerve to call you.”

“I assume you are asking me to join you and your husband and not just seeking my advice in the matter.”

“Yes, A friend whom I met at the Garden Club, told me you are a very open and discreet person, but she was very tight-lipped about how she knew that; I don’t know if she knew from experience or she was just spreading gossip. Of course, I didn’t tell her about our interest. My friend is Anna, the Liberian. “

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