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About 10 years ago, during my pre-married days I almost entered the swinging lifestyle. I was single but desperately wanted to be part of a threesome. The problem was, I had no idea how to go about it. One day, the idea came to me to go on Craigslist and find myself a couple to play with.

I found an ad that stood out and emailed myself the link. Then, I got freaked out. All these nightmare stories about Craigslist disasters came out in the news and I put the idea on the back burner and just focused on other means of dating. More mainstream ones.

I began a good-on-paper type relationship with a guy I felt was compatible for me. I told him I’d had a threesome in the past and that I’m bisexual. He didn’t judge me but I could tell he wasn’t into that kind of fun. So, I put those ideas on the back burner too. We eventually married but that need to play with both sexes was still inside of me.

Ten years later and present day, the marriage has fallen apart for various reasons. We’ve separated and are proceeding to divorce and I am starting to live again and fulfill my own needs. I’ve had a threesome since separating but it was a one time thing. I was looking for a regular treat with partners I could trust.

I always hung on to that ad I found. I never looked on that site again but I looked at the ad periodically. The words seared in my mind: Secure, sexy couple seeking a single, young female to spoil in and out of the bedroom. Email us at (email address). N&G.

I wondered, what were the odds they were still around or still together for that matter? Having gone from 24 years old to 34 years old I was no longer as naïve about meeting strangers. I felt like I could be smart and still give it a try.

I created a new email account. I prepared some pictures of myself with my face not showing, to protect my identity and privacy. It was actually fun posing naked in front of my full-length mirror with my favorite Knicks cap on. I hoped no one would come across that picture and recognize my long hair or hat, but if they did I could always ask what they were doing looking. I’m an adult and have nothing to be ashamed of but I need to remain private and discreet.

I sat down on my bed with my laptop, cap still on and clothes still off. I uploaded the pictures to my hard drive and composed an email to my mystery couple. It read:

Subject: N&G? Response to an ad

Hi, my name is Ana and I came across an ad you posted. I’ve never met anyone this way before but I feel I should give it a try. If you are interested, please reply with a non-nude picture.

I didn’t attach my own image, in case I didn’t care for theirs.

I exhaled a huge sigh of relief, feeling exhilarated and excited. I knew if this outlet didn’t work out, I’d find others. It’s like a craving that’s never satisfied until it’s fulfilled. I shut my laptop and redressed and went on with the rest of my day. I could wait for a response. I waited this long already just to respond! I resolved not to check my email again until the following day. I went to the gym, worked out hard, came home, cooked dinner, showered and went to bed.

I kept in mind, no matter what happens I still have a personal set of priorities and I have that in check. It’s at my own benefit to be independent and mature. That wasn’t easy to be so, especially after a failed marriage but it’s important to do things that feel good and surround myself with positive energy.

And the next day I went to work and had a productive meeting. Right after work I went food shopping and came home and did my meal prep for the week. I didn’t even realize the time, as it was getting late but half way through dicing a pepper I realized it was time to check my email!

I washed my hands, sat down on my bed cross-legged and opened my laptop. In my inbox was a response from N&G.

It read: Dear Ana,

Thank you so much for your response. We understand your apprehension but we’d like to tell you more about us and you can decide if you’re still interested. There’s something for everyone so if you feel we are not a good match, we will not be offended.

We are happily married, best friends and secure. We enjoy including others in our playtime and we’d welcome the chance to get to know you better. We are passionate, adventurous, open minded and love to explore, taking our sex to new heights. We enjoy partners that are intelligent, articulate, honest and not afraid to communicate their fantasies or dreams. We invite you to look over our recent pictures and judge for yourself. We also have a profile on a swinging site that you can view with real validations from real people, as long as you feel comfortable checking it out. We won’t disappoint either in or out of the bedroom! We look forward to your response.

Sincerely,

Nick and Giovanna (Gio).

I really liked their non-pushy, confident reply and I really liked the pictures they sent. Even though I could not see their faces, that were blurred out for likely the same reasons etimesgut escort mine were… I could tell they were in great shape. In one image, they were on a beach, in swimwear and embraced side by side. I could make out her auburn hair, D breasts and I could see he was salt and pepper grey. She looked to be about my height, petite. He appeared to be about 6′. In another picture, it looked like they were having cocktails in a night club. She was wearing a sheer green beaded blouse, clearly without a bra and it revealed a piercing on her left nipple. They were sitting at a table and there were go go dancers in the background. It looked like a fun time!

I composed a response. It read:

Dear Nick and Gio,

I’m very excited to hear from you and thank you for the straightforward, non-pressure response and beautiful pictures. I hope that’s really you because I’d like to see more. I really think I fit in your prerequisites because I’m honest, and not afraid to say what I like or don’t. I’m 5’1, long blonde hair, full 34DD breasts and height weight proportionate. Oh hell, now I’m embarrassed because I’m nude in it but check out my pic I’ve attached. Everything’s there for you to see, except for my face.

Xo, Ana

I shut my computer down for the night and finished my cooking. I cleaned up, washed up and went to bed. I masturbated that night, thinking about the fun they must have had with those dancers. I came hard and then fell asleep.

The next day was a Friday and I was too excited to wait till after work to check my email. I opened it up and there was a new reply in my inbox.

Dear Ana,

We are so glad you think we might be a good match! Your body is gorgeous and we’re sure we’ll find your face is too. We’d love to speak and see how our chemistry is together and hopefully set up drinks. So far we like everything you have shared with us and look forward to learning more! It will just make everything better if all goes well. Here’s to new friends!

And here’s our number if you’d like to call. We will not be offended if you block yours. As a single girl, you should protect yourself as you are doing.

Nick and Gio

I felt like I was glowing after reading their email. Was this too good to be true or was it all meant to be? They didn’t know how long I’ve been waiting for them and it seems as though time has made us all stronger. I closed my laptop and set out for work.

I didn’t go to the gym that day, I just came straight home after work and replied:

Dear Nick and Gio, Is it okay for me to call you now?

Ana

And a short time later, their response:

Dear Ana,

Yes, we are home and cannot wait to hear from you!!

Just like that, I called.

The phone rang twice and an excited woman’s voice answered.

“Hello, is this Ana?”

I laughed and replied, Hi, this is Ana. You must be Gio!

“Yes this is and I’m so excited to hear from you.”

It’s nice talking to you too. I’ve never done anything like this before.

“I totally understand, and if you keep doing what you’re doing, there’s a lot of fun to be had.”

I said, I’m very excited to have the opportunity to do this now.

I explained that I was in an unhappy marriage for a number of years and despite that, I am ready to live my life.

“I am so happy for you. Nick happens to be my high school sweetheart and we are so lucky to have found each other but marriage alone was not enough for us. That’s why we chose to bring others in at times. You should know, we are very picky and don’t just let anyone in.”

I understand. I said. And I am a little nervous but more excited to see where this can go.

“I’m so excited too! That’s why I wanted to talk so you could hear it in my voice and so that you would know that we’re real”

Everything you’ve done has made me very comfortable so far. And for that, I am very grateful! I would like to meet up for a drink in a public place if you’re okay with that.

“Okay with that? That would be great! I don’t know what your schedule is like but we’re free tomorrow night if you’re around.”

Tomorrow night is perfect, but where?

“We like to stay local and know a lot of great places. There’s a spot about 10 minutes away from us a bit off the beaten path but it has very delicious fare and great service.”

Okay. If you don’t mind, please email me the name of the place and I’ll confirm once I’ve looked it up.

“It would be our pleasure to.” Nick, honey, please email Ana a link for the Moonlight Lounge. I hear her say to him in the background and then I hear his voice say “I’ll get right on it hon”

I still didn’t know if they were 100% real but I did like the way they spoke to each other. I thought it was very sweet.

I wrapped up my conversation with Gio and before we hung up, a new email was in my inbox from Nick with the lounge link as we’d discussed. I verified the location and confirmed the plans.

See etlik escort you tomorrow night at 8!

XO, Ana

Saturday evening could not come soon enough. I woke up that day refreshed and excited. I went to the gym, came home, showered, ran some errands and took a cat nap in anticipation of staying up much later that night, potentially.

The evening started to near and my meticulous routine came into play. I love spending hours getting ready for a date because I can make sure everything is just so and just right. The more time I’m able to spend beautifying myself, the better I feel. Even though I showered and washed my hair earlier, I still needed to style it.

I got out my professional strength hair dryer and big round brush. I sectioned my hair and blew it smooth lock by lock. It took about an hour to do but the result was a lustrous, shiny, full of body mane. I put my hair up in a clip while I washed my face and body in a hot bath. I cleaned every inch of myself with my cucumber melon body wash and I shaved everywhere a girl might need to shave.

Once out of the bath, I dried off with a fresh towel. I let down my hair and made sure it was still smooth. I applied some deodorant, brushed my teeth and then began to apply my make up. I wanted to look sultry but not overly made up.

I went for a simple but sexy look with foundation, bronzer, blush and smokey eye. I went with my typical pink lip-gloss on my pout and got dressed. I didn’t want to over dress but I had a little black dress that’s always just right with my ultra high black patent leather peep toe heels. I threw my grey cardigan sweater over to stay warm. I could always take it off if I wanted to flirt more. I could leave it on and close myself off. I felt secure and I was ready to go.

I found the lounge easily and parked in the back lot. I arrived 15 minutes early and spent five minutes in my car. During that time, I turned my caller id back on but did not make any out going calls. I checked my email and checked my lipstick. I applied some light perfume that I carry in my bag and I headed inside.

On my way into the lounge, I saw a young couple that was on their way out. He held the door open for her to exit and then he waited with it open for me as he saw me approach. He followed her but his head remained turned toward me as I passed them. I smiled inside to myself. I knew I looked good.

Once inside, a pretty blonde bartender greeted me. There were a few patrons at the bar but it wasn’t overly crowded. It looked like a nice, classy place and not a hole in the wall type joint. I sat down at the bar and the bartender offered me a drink menu. I began to glance at the pages when I heard the door open behind me and I felt a gush of fresh air. I turned and saw beautiful Gio standing in the door and she came right up to me.

“You must be Ana!” she said and I smiled.

I am and it’s nice to meet you. I replied.

“Did you just get here?” she asked.

I did about two minutes ago, I answered.

“How about we sit down at a table? Nick is just parking the car.”

Okay, I said. I thought it was so nice that he dropped her off to greet me on time while he parked.

As she took off her coat, the lounge host approached us and offered us a table. Gio took his offer and I felt as if I were under her wing. It was a nice feeling. We walked to an intimate table in the back of the lounge and we both put our coats down on a spare chair. I admired her perfect hourglass figure accentuated by tight leopard print pants and a cute, black blazer. Her tiny feet adorned with high, black leather pumps. Gio was a cougar and she owned it! The excited look on her made up face matched her voice, the same voice I heard over the phone. I was very glad we verified that way.

She liked me too. She told me she’s so happy that I’m so beautiful. I started to blush and then Nick walked in through the door. Gio waved him over and he followed her beckoning. Who wouldn’t?

“Nick baby, come meet Ana!” She said as he made his way closer to us. He sweetly held out his hand as I stood up and he said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ana. Thank you for taking a chance on us”.

It’s my pleasure. I replied as I shook his hand. His handshake was firm and he was dressed beautifully for a man. He wore a dress shirt, dark jeans and a cashmere sports jacket. They both smelled nice but I could detect a light amount of aftershave from his smoothly shaved face. And he was tall. I like tall.

We finally all sat down together and began to talk. I was immediately intrigued and they seemed equally fascinated with me. They were very careful not to pry into my personal life in any way but they were open to share some of their information with me. We had a lot to talk about. We covered topics such as fitness and they told me they are both into Martial Arts. They have been for a number of years. We talked about foods we like and I discovered they are also health conscious.

Just eve gelen escort then, the waiter came over and introduced himself. He handed us menus and offered the night’s specials. We all listened but I was eager to get back to our conversation.

“Ana, if you don’t mind we’d like to order some appetizers to share with our drinks. How does that sound? Is there anything you would like?” Nick asked.

I looked down at the menu and the waiter left to return a few moments later. Everything looked good. I picked out a vodka based fruity drink and Gio told me good choice. She’d had that one before. Nick said if he might suggest some appetizers we could all share a meat, cheese and olive platter. It sounded absolutely perfect.

The waiter returned and the order was put in. I was excited to return to our intimate conversation the second he left. I almost blurted out- how long have you been playing with others?

They openly told me everything I needed or wanted to know. They didn’t hold anything back and I believed them. They answered thoroughly and asked the same about me. I explained my situation very basically that I was new to this but had wanted to try it for years. They reacted in a way that showed they were very excited for me. They also shared some very hot stories of their own. At some point, the drinks came but I didn’t even notice when. I just looked down at the end of a tale and there was a delicious cocktail in front of me.

I shared a story of my own, about the time I attended a group sex party and how I became friendly with the hostess. They absolutely ate it up. Then, the food came. The tapas style platter reminded Gio of their travels and that brought up another mutual interest; travel. They confided their recent pictures they sent were from their favorite vacation spot they visit in the Virgin Islands every year. Nick said, it’s perfect except we always wish we had a girlfriend to play with on the beautiful beaches. My mind wandered into fantasy mode, wishing I were that girl they could bring on vacation and show off. I couldn’t say for sure but maybe they were thinking the same thing about me.

It was really nice to connect on so many levels. I was so pleasantly surprised on how well things were turning out but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I decided not to overthink the situation and just enjoy it. But that cocktail was kicking in and I asked Gio what’s the naughtiest thing she’s done in public?

She smiled a naughty smile and said there was something she’d like to show me in the rest room. I feigned innocence and asked if I needed a lipstick touch up. Sure, let’s go! She said. And we got up while Nick sat, smiling.

It was only a few feet away but it was a large, clean, private restroom with a full-length body mirror and high end fixtures. Hell, it was nicer than my own bathroom. Gio held the door open for me and when it closed, she embraced me and held me against the door and locked it. I let her kiss me and her full soft lips massaged mine. I parted my lips and her tongue slipped inside. She took my hair in her hand and kissed my neck. I could feel myself getting excited and my hand slipped under my own dress. Oh no she said and pulled my hand out. She replaced it with her own and said good girl. I looked at us in the mirror and liked what I saw. She looked over too and said, “So hot baby”. Ironically, now I really did have to touch up my lipstick and she touched up hers. We left the bathroom smiling and hand in hand. Nick was at the table waiting patiently but eager to find out what happened. Gio whispered something in his ear and he smiled at me with his eyes as he took in what she had to say. This meeting for drinks was going better than I ever could have imagined.

The waiter came back to take our plates and I thanked everyone for the delicious food, drink and intoxicating adventure. I was already blown away and finally in control of my destiny. I wanted to explore my sexual world and this amazing couple would show me the way.

Nick and Gio thanked me too. They said they were so happy I contacted them and they were praying for someone like me to come into their lives. I didn’t want to push anything but it’s so rare to find that compatibility not only with life interests and intelligence levels but to have that sexual attraction too. Let alone with one person, I seemed to have it with two!

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only 10pm. Did I dare ask to go home with them? I really wanted to but could not bring myself to ask. But I was so horny for Gio. It had been ages since I’d been with a woman and she was so delicious. Before I had the chance to punish myself by going home alone, they must have read my mind. Nick politely asked if I wanted to extend the night a little further at their place. I am a strong believer in going with my gut instinct. There was nothing holding me back so I said yes. Gio beamed from ear to ear.

“Why don’t you come with me in my car Gio and I can follow Nick?”

“That sounds good to us!” She replied, and he got up to help us put on our coats. I could see from their actions alone that not only were they nice people, they were so kind, considerate, respectful and thoughtful. These are the kind of people that I should have in my life. Not people that suck.

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Hi, my name is Jennifer and this is another one of my ongoing series of stories about my various adventures a young wild woman. For those who haven’t ever read one of my stories, I’ll fill you in a little background. For those who have read previous stories, just skip these next couple of paragraphs, you’ve probably heard it all before.

I live in California and am a professional portrait artist.

I found this site I guess 6 or 7 years ago now. I was surfing the web looking for trouble I suppose and I found this place and found it intriguing. But at the time, I thought the stories were… well just kind of OK. I guess the truth of the matter was that they just didn’t really work for me personally. They seemed to be more fantasies and somehow missed the whole rush of sex, or at least the rush of sex as I saw it. I mean a lot of them were well written and stuff, but there just wasn’t that ring of truth to a lot of the stuff. So I decided to try my hand at it. I’d had a pretty wild youth and just figured I’d write one story about one of my wilder experiences and see how it flew.

Well, the truth of the matter was that it was terribly written. It really was, but I guess I hit a kind of chord with people because it got a fairly good rating. I was surprised and so wrote another one, and then another and so on and so on. Now I have 24 stories posted, 25 with this one. I find it hard to believe that I could write so many, but there you go. In the process, I’ve gotten much better at writing as well… thankfully.

So that’s that and not to change the subject, but I guess I am. I get a lot of questions as to how I look. I think I’m pretty average. I don’t break any mirrors or anything when I look into them and I personally think that’s a good thing. I am petite though, that’s my most dominant feature. Strange isn’t it that being diminutive is a feature and a dominant one at that, but I have to say it is. Guys seem to love petite women, I think because it makes them feel bigger. But no matter, it works for me and I’ve always gotten a fair amount of attention. I don’t mean that as bragging, it’s just how it was and truth be told still is for me. I have dark reddish, brown hair and green eyes. I’m just barely 5′ tall and weigh around 83 lbs. I’m small everywhere except my nipples. They’re huge! God must’ve gotten a laugh when he put those on me. I hated them when I was really young but I deal with them just fine now. When I first started to develop, those were the first things to really start to grow and grow they did. It took another year for my breasts to play catch up. It seemed like forever that I was totally flat chested with these huge nipples. It was embarrassing!

One time, this group of boys caught me on the path in the woods; they ended up holding me down and pulling up my shirt to look at them. They started pulling and twisting them, all the time laughing. They made me feel like some sort of freak. Now though I realize that they were actually turned on by them.

I guess in way, that’s how all this got started.

So enough of the background stuff, it’s time to get on to the story… This one is going to go back to my early days. I wrote this it over 3 years ago and never posted it. I thought at the time that it was just too intense and in a way I think that. I really don’t know what I was thinking at the time, I guess I just wasn’t, but this adventure set a tone for the rest of my life. I began to look it over a couple of weeks ago and decided to edit it and get it posted. I hope you all enjoy it.

I had just graduated high school when this little adventure took place. I made the mistake of thinking a couple of guys who were doing some renovations of my family’s house were the same as the school boys I had been teasing up to this time.

I found out different and learned that I like to be taken and that I like it rough sometimes.

So on to the story…

As I mentioned above, my dad had decided to have some renovations done to our house. Most of the work involved my living space. My parents decided it was time for me to have more space in the house. They decided to convert the pool house into an addition that linked to my room. That way I could have my own suite or apartment in the house. I thought it was very cool of them to be so considerate, especially since I was going to be heading off to art school in the fall. I guess they wanted to make sure I would continue to come home to visit and spend summers. In any event, it was so totally cool of them.

The carpenters showed up on a Monday. They were big guys, the first one Jake was probably around 40, He had a shaved head, a goatee and was really muscular and a talker. The other one, Pete, was quiet. He was probably around 30, kind of cute with long hair and a beard. He was just a muscular, but in a different way, I guess kind of lean and cut. Neither guy looked like a gym rat, they just looked like they were just strong from the work they did. They both had tattoos and had a sense of elvankent escort toughness about them. I don’t mean that they acted like jerks or anything, but there was a definite badass aura. I sensed they could turn mean fast, I don’t think they took much crap from anyone. Over the course of the week, I found out that they were both bikers and I thought that fit. This was a new breed of guy for me, I had never really met anyone like them before and of course, I thought they were totally cool and exciting, exactly the kind of guys my parents warned me to stay away from. I was intrigued.

I don’t really remember how it started, but I guess I got into teasing the guys a little bit here and there. Nothing really crazy you understand, at least not at first. I just kind of noticed that they were checking me out whenever I’d walk through where they were working. I liked the feeling of their eyes on me, so I started wearing outfits that were maybe a bit more daring and kind of sexy. It caught their attention and that felt good and so I escalated it a bit.

One day, I had been out shopping and when I got home, my dad told me to go into the dining room to look at the plans for my new suite, the foreman, architect and carpenters were going over everything. My father wanted to make sure I was good with everything being planned.

I went in and introduced myself. The carpenters already knew me on site, but hadn’t been formally introduced. The plans were laid out on the table and I knelt on a chair and leaned over the table to look at them over. It was all pretty innocent, but I noticed the carpenters standing on the other side of the table. The architect was beside me explaining everything and answering my questions. The foreman was on the other side making some notes about materials that needed to be ordered.

I had been wearing shorts and this kind of white blouse and no bra. I guess when I leaned over the table to look at the plans, the blouse ballooned out a bit and I was giving the guys a look straight down my shirt. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I hadn’t really intended on that. On the other hand, my nipples pebbled up, getting hard as they watched. That felt really cool, it made me feel really sexy having those guys all checking me out like that. When I looked over at the architect to ask him something, he was looking right down my shirt. I just smiled and pretended not to notice what he had been doing. My father came back a minute later and I stood up saying that everything looked good to me and thanked them all. I had to get out of there, I was wicked worked up and I didn’t want my father to notice that I had been flashing these guys.

I guess that was the defining moment that set everything else into play. I loved that they had been checking me out and that night, I got myself off thinking about it again. It really drove me crazy to know that these guys had seen my breasts, particularly Jake and Pete. Later as I lay naked in my bed, I fantasized about those big hands rubbing all over my body. I started to rub my pussy and I fantasized about them seeing me getting myself off like this. That was enough to send me over the edge in shivering orgasm. I turned off the lights and went to sleep thinking about them.

I wasn’t really planning on doing anything, but I found excuses to stay home instead of going out with my friends. I started hanging around the pool and I noticed them checking me out even more. I found it really exciting that these tough guys thought that maybe I was kind of hot. I’d leave in the morning to take care of chores and errands that I needed to get done, but would be back by 1 or 2 in the afternoon. My parents were working, so I wasn’t worried about them coming in. I’d change into a bikini and go hang around the pool for a couple of hours just so the guys could check me out.

Jake was the one who came over first and started to chat me up a bit. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, I could tell he was checking my body out as he talked to me and I liked it. I don’t know why, but just talking to him got me crazy wet. There was a definite connection thing happening. My whole body hummed as we chatted, it was like I was under some kind of spell.

I was ramping up and getting more and more daring. I started wearing some of my more risqué bikinis, basically strings with a little bit material for the vital areas. One day, they were working around the pool area preparing to cut a hole into the side of the house for a new door. I had smoked a joint and was feeling really daring so I wore one of my Wicked Weasel bikinis.

There was nothing to it at all. I lay on my belly, my ass totally on display and I untied the top so that I was essentially lying there topless and nothing but a small patch of semitransparent material covering my pussy. It drove me wild to know that they were checking me out like this. I finally had to cool down; I was getting too crazy worked up. I retied my top and took a nice long emek escort swim. I was just so high. When I climbed out of the pool, I noticed that the white bathing suit turned transparent. I went to lie back down in the sun. When I looked down and saw just how transparent the suit was, I knew it was time to call it a day, I was going overboard. I hadn’t intended to be this revealing. But just then Jake came over to chat again.

I was lying on my back and when he came over, I got up on my elbows to chat. He was squatting down by my feet. Pete joined us a minute later. I knew that I was giving them quite a show, but I pretended to totally unaware of it. I was high and for all practical purposes naked lying in front of these guys. My bikini was still soaking wet and my own excitement was helping to keep it that way. I was just so wet knowing that these guys were checking me out so intimately. My pussy lips were spread and my opening was totally on display for them. It wasn’t much different for my breasts. My nipples were swollen and I knew they could see every detail of them. At the time, I remember thinking that I had taken this too far, but it was too late, I was on display and they were enjoying the show. If my parents had showed up just then, they would’ve killed me.

The guys talked to me for probably a half hour or so. The whole time my pussy was throbbing under their stares. We all had sunglasses on and so no one could really see each other’s eyes. But I knew they were checking me out, but I was checking out the bulges in their shorts too. I swear I was on the edge of an orgasm just from what I was doing and seeing. The guys were both aroused.

They finally went back to work and I went in the house to change. Before I changed though, I went out to the garage to get my phone out of the car. I happened to overhear Jake and Pete talking just outside the garage. They were talking about me.

“Jake, did you see how tight that little pussy of hers is?” Pete asked… “I’d give my right nut to slide my hog into that. Man that was fucking sweet.”

Jake responded… “I know, I know… Her fucking pussy lips were spread wide open, I could see her fucking clit, her tight little hole… fucking everything… Goddamn she’s hot little slut. and did you see how big her fucking pussy lips are? Can you imagine those goddamn things wrapped around your fucking rod as you’re railing her? She’s so small that I bet she’d fucking crush your cock in that tight little cunt if you could even fit it in. She had to know that we could see it all too, I think that sweet little thing wants to get fucked and fucked hard… and how about those fucking nipples, are those fucking huge or what?” Her titties are kind of small, but those nipples, they make up for it.”

Their voices faded as they walked to the back of the house. My panties were soaked again.

I was really such a hot pants then… I was into … I don’t know… I guess whatever… adventures. I felt like I lived on the edge and loved it. Little did I know that I wasn’t even close to the edge, I wasn’t even in the same league as these guys. All week I could feel their eyes on me as I moved around the house and yard. The more I felt them checking me out, the more I wanted them to see. I didn’t think I was willing to let them fuck me, but I wouldn’t mind them checking me out again. My boyfriend would’ve killed me if he knew what I was doing, but I just couldn’t help myself, it was intoxicating.

One evening later in the week, my dad told me that the workers were coming early the next morning to work on a new door from my room out to the pool area. He wanted me out of the house before they got there. I guessed he must’ve noticed my teasing. That should’ve been a clue that I wasn’t being as discreet as I thought, but I never caught the clue. My dad was concerned because he was going to be traveling for a couple of days. He and my mother were catching a flight early the next morning and wouldn’t be around to stop things from getting crazy. He made it clear he wanted me dressed and out of the house before the guys got there the next day.

I’m sure part of the reason was my teasing, but part of it was the fact that I slept in the nude; actually I still do most nights. He had tried, unsuccessfully to get me to wear pajamas or a night gown or something, but I just ignored him and he didn’t know how to force the issue. My mom really didn’t see an issue with it. I was never inappropriate anywhere else in the house and her view was that it was my room and I should be able to do what I want. I think she thought I would grow out of the practice. I never did. Anyway, I’m sure what he didn’t want was for the guys to be coming in seeing me and getting any ideas especially with how I had been teasing them all week.

Early the next morning just before heading out the door on his trip, he poked his head in my room reminding me to start thinking about getting up and dressed, the carpenters were going to be here in an eryaman escort hour.

I groggily agreed and blew him a kiss goodbye, but immediately fell back to sleep. I woke up again when I heard the front door close and the rattle of tools as the Jake and Pete made their way through the house. I guess I should’ve gotten up and let them know that I needed a few minutes and gotten dressed, but I didn’t do that.

I decided instead to be really daring; I wanted to tease them even more. I was horny; I had gotten myself off a couple times during the week thinking of how I showed them all my stuff at the pool. Now, I wanted to take it to the next level and let them to see me really naked.

I pushed my covers down to my feet and lay there on my back with my legs spread out. I had my arms up over my head and pretended to be sleeping. I figured that they would open the door to my room and see me, I’d maybe pretend to wake up, act all embarrassed, they’d apologize and close the door and that would be it. I thought that would be a real rush, I loved playing the exhibitionist and showing off my pussy was always the best. I even spread my pussy lips so that they looked like an open gate to my tunnel.

I guess the thing I didn’t think about or realize though was that these were older guys, not the high school boys I’d been having fun teasing up to this point… and while I didn’t know it, they were also much rougher, you couldn’t tease them too much before they acted. As I said before, they were a different breed of guy, they were bikers.

I heard them walking down the hall to my room, they were laughing and talking. To this day, that still seems to have happened in slow motion. I remember thinking again that I should just jump up and tell them not to come in. But the naughty part of me didn’t want any part of that deal. This was the perfect opportunity to play the little exhibitionist. I was so excited by the idea of them finally seeing my totally nude body that I just lay there and waited, I waited… on display, pretending to be asleep… then I heard the door open.

Everything was quiet for maybe 30 seconds or so… as I lay there waiting, I knew, I don’t know how I did, but I just knew that I had made a big mistake. I had underestimated them. I now knew what a rabbit must feel like when it’s spotted by the wolves.

Then I heard Jake start talking loudly…

“Oh Yeah… I think someone here wants to get laid this morning. I told you Petey, I told you this rich little hottie wanted some working man dick.”

Both guys laughed as I heard the door shut and them walking across the room toward me. The footsteps stopped by my bed and it was quiet for a long moment. I didn’t know what to do, so I just lay there with my eyes closed, waiting.

Nothing happened for minute or more; then I heard a rustle of clothes and then a weight on the bed by my head. I opened my eyes and Jake was kneeling on my bed with his hard dick twitching only inches from my face. Pete was bent over at the foot of the bed checking out my wet, open pussy. That only confirmed that I had taken this too far, way to far.

Pete looked up at me, “You got a great pussy here Jenn, really world class, I fucking love it.”

Jake just looked down at me with a smile and said… “How about sucking my cock sweetheart?”

I didn’t’ say anything, I just looked at it and him, forgetting for a moment about Pete looking at my wet pussy.

“Oh come on Jenn, you know you want to. You’ve wanted this all week.” Jake smiled.

He moved it toward me, brushing it across my lips.

“Don’t be shy, just kiss it. It only wants to be friends,” and he laughed.

Not sure what to do in this situation, I just did what he asked and lightly kissed the swollen, purple head when he brushed it against my lips again.

I knew that I miscalculated and had taken this too far. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get fucked this morning by these two guys. In one respect, I was afraid of what they were going to do, but I really didn’t think they would hurt me. I was more excited than I had ever been in my life. I was certainly more excited than scared. My nipples were swollen and hard. My breathing was already ragged. I hoped my boyfriend wouldn’t find out about this. I hadn’t even let him see me naked yet, never mind fuck me.

“Just grab the fucking thing”, Jake demanded impatiently. “It’s not going to fucking bite you!

I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, I was helpless to do anything other than what he said. Still looking at him, I reached up and wrapped my hand around his throbbing monster. I remember thinking that he’d never be able to fit that thing inside me.

It felt hot in my hand and throbbed.

I moved my hand slowly down his shaft, then back up again.

I watched the foreskin slide over the head of his dick as I pulled my hand up toward the tip.

“Faster, stroke it faster” he demanded.

I began to jerk him off faster.

“Oh yeah… yeah that’s good, you like that big old dick, don’t you?”

I absently nodded my head. I was looking at his dick and the veins bulging along the sides. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what else to do. So I just jerked him off.

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Isaiah and I round the corner and head down Deuvane Street. It’s only our second date but it feels like we’ve known each other forever.

We snuck a bottle of wine into this jazz-in-the-park thing, and then we checked out an underground karaoke bar my weird co-worker told me about. We talked about everything. It was effortless. Afterwards, we decide to buy a couple tall boys from the gas station and go for a walk.

We cut through the park and take a right at the taco place with the mural. Insects buzz the streetlights. It’s eerily silent.

“I don’t even know where we are anymore.” I pause and look around. “Where did you take me?”

“I don’t know. It’s an adventure.”

“I swear to God, if you get me mugged…”

We come upon a shambling porno theater stuck between a check-cashing shop and a boarded-up storefront. A tired man reads a newspaper in the dingy box office.

“Hey Taya, wanna go in?”

Isaiah winks at me.

“Totally, let’s go!”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“I mean, I wasn’t. But I could be. I’m pretty intrigued by ‘Ass O’Plenty.'”

“Should we?”

I laugh and tug on his sleeve.

“Let’s go. My treat.”

I buy two tickets and we head inside. The hallway light flickers and it smells like cum. I grip Isaiah’s hand and lean in.

“I feel like we’re about to get murdered,” I whisper.

“Bout to see someone murder that pussy.”

“Oh my God.”

“I thought it was funny.”

“Okay, I did too.”

The movie’s already started. We’re the only ones in theater. We sit right in the middle çukurambar escort and kick our feet up. There’s an enormous penis on the screen. It’s kind of intimidating.

“Whoa! Look at that thing.”

“I’m starting to feel inadequate.”

I kiss his cheek and rub the crotch of his jeans.

“You are in no way inadequate.”

Isaiah lifts the rickety armrest between us and we get comfortable. It’s a little awkward at first. We’ve only had sex once, and the movie is pretty out there.

After a few minutes I start to get turned on. I rub my thighs together and touch his chest. He squeezes my shoulder. I carefully unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper. He’s hard.

We both watch the screen as I slowly stroke his shaft. His skin is soft, smooth. He throbs. I grasp him tighter. He kisses my ear and touches my breast over the fabric.

“Kiss it,” he says quietly.

“Kiss? Is that all you want?”

I take his cock out and quickly duck down. I massage the tip with my tongue. I move my mouth up and down rapidly while the actress on the screen does the same. He puts his hands on the back of my head and thrusts into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his cock while he’s inside me. He moans loudly.

“Oh, fuck yes… don’t stop…”

My jaw aches as I move faster and faster. Isaiah’s body tenses. My mouth floods with cum. I swallow it down and give him a kiss.

“Holy shit. That was amazing.” He leans back and exhales deeply. “I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

“You better not, it’s my turn.”

“Yes, demetevler escort ma’am.”

Isaiah tugs down the strap of my dress and exposes my bare breast. I look behind me and startle.

“Oh my God, when did that guy get here?”

Isaiah peeks back discreetly. There’s a man sitting in the back corner, staring at the screen. He’s wearing sunglasses and isn’t paying any attention to us.

“How can he see with those things?”

“Maybe he’s blind.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I didn’t say that…”

He traces his fingertips around my areola until my nipples are flushed and hard. He carefully kneels on the gummy floor and puts his head under my dress. He pulls my damp underwear to the side and licks my clitoris. He probes me with his fingers and presses against my g-spot. His stubble tickles my thighs.

I open my eyes and notice the man is watching me. I’m embarrassed at first. But I keep looking. He’s cute. Much better looking than I would have expected. I notice his right arm moving furiously. I casually pull down the front of my dress. I close my eyes and play with my breasts. I can feel his gaze.

Isaiah grabs my ass with both hands and forces his tongue deeper inside me. I clench my thighs and he goes harder. I call out his name as I climax. He brings his lips to my ears.

“I have to have you. Right now.”

I hold his face in my hands and kiss him. We stand up. The man is gone. We put ourselves back together as we run out, stifling our laughs. The man in the box office doesn’t look up.

Isaiah dikmen escort pulls me into a long dark alley next to theater. The other end is closed off with a chain-link fence. I accidentally kick the dumpster, and a cat howls and runs off.

We kiss passionately, like we’re the only people in the world. I fumble with his pants. He yanks my panties down, throws them to the side, and spins me around. I press my palms against the brick wall and spread my legs.

Isaiah drops his pants with a clank. He rubs me until I’m wet and rams his cock in. He pulls my ponytail and fucks me hard.

I hear a noise and look back. The man from the theater is holding Isaiah by the throat and rolling his balls in the palm of his hands. Isaiah digs his nails into my skin and moans in ecstasy.

I turn around and Isaiah enters me again from the front. He shoves my back against the wall. Pins my wrists above my head. Pulls my hips into him. Fucks me until my ass is bouncing off the brick.

The man spits on his hand and penetrates him. Grabs fistfuls of hair. Isaiah presses me harder into the wall. I gasp for air. They thrust at the same time, and it’s so dark I can barely see their faces.

I hang on tight and let my body relax. I reflexively grunt as they bear into me. I cum, hard, and nuzzle into Isaiah’s neck while they finish.

The man leaves silently. His feet don’t make a sound. My knees buckle, my legs wobble. I can barely stand. Isaiah crouches and motions for me to climb on his back. I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight. He gets up and adjusts my weight. I kiss his neck.

“I’m usually not a threesome-with-a-stranger-on-the-second-date kind of girl. I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea.”

“Really? That’s too bad. You should see what I have planned for the next one.”

Originally published in “Stories To Bang By, Vol. 31: Dudes”

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Chapter 2 – Playtesting

* * * *

Part II of the Perfect Game

Wherein we give the game a second try.

* * * *

If you’ve read the first part of this story, you know how I went about inventing my “Perfect Party Game”, and the initial overwhelming success we experienced with it.

Plans were going ahead to try it in a group of 7, instead of the original 5, and all the original participants were eager to see if we could corrupt two more friends.

We knew Frank and Delara casually. He was a bit older, in his mid 30’s and she was foreign, though I’m not sure from where, maybe Greece or Turkey.

We had been seated next to them at a company function, and I was afraid the grey haired guy next to me was some corporate stick-in-the-mud, with a trophy wife. We were pleasantly surprised to find they were a fun, talkative, and irreverant couple and ended up having a really good time. Frank was charming and worldly, and his prematurely gray hair gave him a look of maturity far beyond his actual age. He flirted brazenly with both Cheryl and Denise, but never quite overstepped the boundaries of good taste. Delara was a quiet young mediterranean beauty, but friendly, and very touchy-feely, which I thought was a good thing, and Dave didn’t disagree. She was a tiny brunette with long dark hair, which she wore down to great effect. A few weeks later they had invited us to an event at their home where once again we’d had a terrific time. The wine had flowed easily and the conversation was all over the place. We owed them a social invitation, and this seemed like as good a time as any.

* * * *

During it’s first trial, the game play seemed to have been effective. More than I would have ever possibly dreamed. But I was confident it could be improved.

A brief recap of the game might be in order.

The object of the game (nominally) was to collect seven different colored Reward cards for successfully completing a variety of Challenges.

During play we used two decks of cards, one containing challenges, the other containing penalties/rewards. Each person would pre-select which type of Challenge they wished to perform, either knowledge based (trivia, word meanings, obscure questions), or activity based (charades, celebrity improv, pictionary).

After selecting the Challenge type, they pulled a Challenge card and performed the challenge. If they were successful, they received a Reward card which had a colored border, one of seven colors they were trying to collect. If they failed the challenge, there was a Penalty on the card that had to be peformed, then the card was discarded.

There were several supplemental rules, involving avoiding penalties, reassigning penalties, selecting partners for the activity challenges, and other small rules, but the basic game was pretty simple:

Pick the challenge type, draw a challenge card, perform the challenge. Succeed, get a color. Fail, perform a penalty. Collect 7 different colors and win.

The trick was that the questions and activities got tougher, and the penalties got more personal, intimate, and then downright naughty, as the game advanced.

The concerns I had from the first game were several.

1) I thought the game had taken too long. We didn’t get into the action until almost 3 hours into the game.

2) The specials were not used at all in the beginning, and were used a lot at the end where it seemed like people had either forgotten about them or were hordeing them.

3) I still wondered what would have happened if Denise had gotten her last color earlier. Would everything have ended abrubtly?

4) The wording on the cards was awkward for some, trying to generalize a card so that it was good for men or women was very tough for some of the activities. In some cases I had even forgotten to generalize.

5) Impersonations were the least used, and Charades was used early but not much later. Maybe that wasn’t a problem, it certainly pulled the ladies into the game.

6) The Pictionary questions went well, but needed bigger paper.

* * * *

My first pass at tuning the game including postponing some of the specials until the later play, and adding fewer specials early. For the next pass I was planning on adding only 2 additional chicken-outs and proxies for the first two decks. I created and added several more specific proxies, and some new specials that could change the game dynamics some.

I realized that the game would end sooner with smaller groups, without really advancing to the naughtiest rounds, and may not have a chance to get very far with bigger groups. So I played with a lot of ideas for adding cards in groups, fixed numbers, or per player. I finally decided on making many smaller decks of ten cards and adding those as needed. This accomplished two things. First, it allowed fine tuning of the game during play, and secondly, it allowed adding gender specific cards.

If a card face was printed in Pink with the female symbol büyükesat escort in the corner, it was for women only. If a card face was printed in Blue with the male symbol in the corner, it was for men. Printed in black, with the joined male/female symbol, the card was for anyone. This had the added benefit of chewing through more cards in the later rounds, when gender specific activities were more common.

The seven colors were possibly too attainable. I did the math, figuring it would average 16 correctly answered challenges to pull the 7 colors. They would typically get three colors in the first 4-5 correct turns, the next two in 4-5 correct turns, the next one in 4-5 turns, and the last one was a one in 7 chance. Then I had my brainstorm; I would make two of the colors harder to get, and not let anyone know. By reducing their frequency just a little, I could make the game last about 30% longer on average. Then, my evil mind delved a little deeper. I would make the gender specific cards carry shortages of different cards. There would be 5 colors of about 16% commonality each, and two colors with about 10 percent commonality. To make things worse, the 7 percent for two of the colors would be distributed only between the common cards and one of the gender’s cards. On a whim I decided to make orange rare and not available in the male-only Challenge cards, and green rare and not available in the female-only Challenge cards.

Finally I eliminated the Mystery category, and the Impersonation category and added a Potpouri, which was listed under the activity group.

With the game play dynamics worked out, I rewrote many of the cards to be gender specific, added some new ideas into the card play, and got everything ready. I playtested it myself with some imaginary scenarios, and then recruited Denise and Dave to give the game another go with us, just two weeks after we’d had our first game, and a week before our scheduled dinner with the Shaws.

* * * *

Denise and Dave showed up on Saturday in the late afternoon, and we caught a movie and dinner before heading back to our place for a little R&R.

We all knew exactly where the evening was going, but for some reason the conversation steered away from any reference to our previous game play or our intentions for that night.

As we settled down, I decanted a large bottle of wine for the girls, and a couple of beers for Dave and I. Cheryl suggested I get the game out, which I eagerly did.

“Well I sent in my feedback, without going into details, and they took ours as well as several others, incorporated some changes, and sent me back a modified version of the game.” My original claim that I was play-testing the game for someone else was now coming back to haunt me. I had to stick with the storyline.

“I’ve looked over the changes to the game play, and they seem minor, but I thought I’d let you see what they were as we played. The only obvious one is that there are only six challenge categories now, impersonations and mystery are gone, and they’ve added Potpouri.” I informed the crowd.

“The only other change is there may be some cards that are for girls or guys only. They are easy to recognize, Pink for girls, Blue for boys. If you pull one and it’s not for you, you discard freely and draw again.”

It seemed like everyone was at least a little nervous, as I shuffled together the first packs. This time I was only using 40 combined cards for “Funny” and “Embarassing” (level 1) penalties, and that included 4 specials.

Play moved along quickly, with some joking and lots of drinking, and again we each had about 3 colors by the time it was time to shuffle in the next deck. I shuffled in about 40 more level 2 penalties, which I personally nicknamed ‘Friendly’. These were meant to have more physical contact, yet nothing beyond a very basic kiss, and some light touching. Nothing personal.

The play seemed a little slow, and I wondered if it was because of the fewer players, or because we were anticipating the game heating up. It was fun, but not nearly as much as the previous time we’d played. I decided that when you already know the game, you should shuffle in the “Friendly” with the first two decks, and use less cards.

When the second deck was mostly used up, we’d killed the first bottle of wine. Denise wanted to continue with wine, so I opened a Chardonnay for her, while Cheryl moved on to beer with Dave and me. The game play was flying along, and a second problem arose in that we were all familiar with several of the questions, and were getting too many right, and not enough penalties. I noted to myself that I needed a large supply of cards to draw from, so they would stay varied.

The natives were getting a little restless.

“This seems a lot easier this time,” Denise told us after drawing her 5th color.

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” I admitted. “There’s not enough variation in the card selection, and we probably had too many of the innocent çankaya escort card penalties, I should probably have used about a third less.”

“How is it your fault?” Cheryl asked. “It’s not like you made up the game. Whoever designed it needs to work on it.”

I could practically hear the gears working in the minds of both Denise and Cheryl after that comment. I could see the realization that maybe I was more involved then I had previously let on was sinking in.

“Wait a second,” Denise said finally. “Where did this game come from?”

“I think I have the same question,” Cheryl said. “Where did you say you got this? I thought you got it from the guy at work?”

Damn. “Ok, I have a confession. Don’t get mad, but I did invent it.” Oh man, oh man, oh man, was I in trouble.

“Are you kidding me? This is something you made up to get into Denise’s pants, and to get me to let Dave do what he wanted? Are you sick? I can’t believe you did this.” Cheryl was fuming, but I don’t think Denise was too upset yet.

Time to start back-pedaling. I had thought about getting caught and had a backup plan in mind. I probably should have stuck with the truth, but I didn’t cherish the thought of waking up a eunuch.

“I had almost completely forgotten about the game.” I improvised. “I made it a couple of years ago in college, and never even got a chance to play it. It was the result of too much frustration and time on my hands. When I was cleaning out my closet I found it in a box of old school stuff, and thought what the hell, maybe it was worth trying. I probably should have told you, but I had no idea it was going to go anywhere NEAR as far as it did, and if it was really bad, or pissed anyone off, I was looking for an excuse to cast the blame elsewhere.”

“You could’ve told me.” Cheryl told me, in a tone that was both cross and disappointed.

“I could have and I should have. I’m sorry. There is no excuse for not being honest with you about it.” I think I sounded suitably repentant.

“Damn, Alex, you have one devious mind. And pretty warped. I mean some of those penalties were wicked.” Denise told me, her grin taking the sting of her words away.

Denise suddenly had an inspiration and turned to Dave. “How much did you know about this, you bastard.” She asked him heatedly.

Before he could open his mouth, I spoke up. “Nothing. I did tell him I had a new game I wanted to play, but I told him nothing about it, or where it came from. The only thing I did ask him was what your favorite drink was, so I could have a little liquid moral lubricant to knock down your defenses.”

“You planned everything didn’t you?” Cheryl asked me. “The whole evening was about trying to get into our pants. I’m so mad I could spit.” She was turning red, and looked about as angry as I’d ever seen her.

“No, it was about getting us a litte more intimate. I honestly thought it would get no further than some kissing and grabass at the most. I was sure that when the clothing started going the game would get called. I didn’t even remember what some of those advanced penalties were about.”

“And you were trying to nail my sister too! That’s sick.” Cheryl was working herself into a tizzy.

“No, I swear. I didn’t know she was coming, remember?” I reminded her. “It was for just the four of us. Beth was completely unexpected. I figured if anything, her presence would make things less likely to happen.”

“I can’t believe you.” She told me, getting up and walking away from the table.

I was about to get up and follow her, when Denise decided to intervene. “You just stay there. I’ll talk to her for a bit.”

Dave commiserated with me, saying it was too bad, things were going so well, but hey, it had been worth it.

“Maybe.” I said. “I swear I didn’t think we’d get anywhere as far as we did that first time. At best I figured we might get to play a few times and see some naked flesh; it surpassed all my expectations.”

“Buddy, you’re a fucking genius. It was the perfect game for loosening inhibitions. If we can get past this hurdle, we’ll be golden.” Dave reassured me.

We chatted about the game, and why it wasn’t playing as well, when the girls finally returned.

Cheryl came over and sat next to me. “Against my better judgment, and largely due to Denise’s arguments, I’m going to give you a bye on this one. I can accept that you were just trying to loosen us up, and it got carried away. Even if I had know about the game, I wouldn’t have believed it would ever have gone as far as it did.

“And you were right about Beth. That was my idea, but I still think you should have postponed playing for a better time.” She sounded a lot less angry. I owed Denise big time. “I guess that’s why hindsight is 20/20.”

Denise jumped in. “The good news is you now have three willing assistants to work out some of the bugs here. I don’t know about you guys, but I still get wet just thinking about that night, and I’m dying to cebeci escort get there again.” She blushed a deep red, turning her face away.

“The sex these last two weeks has been incredible for us. I don’t know about you, but you guys set off a bonfire in Denise.” Dave told us, going to Denise and putting his arm around here.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that weekend, and have enjoyed the results of it ever since,” Cheryl added with an almost shy smile. “And I’ve certainly been looking forward to tonight.”

“So now what?” Dave asked.

“Let’s play.” Denise said softly.

“Let’s start over, and see if we can make it a little better this time, it was moving pretty slow.” Cheryl said.

“I think I know why,” I told them. “Two things: we already knew too many of the challenges, and we played at too innocent a level for too long.”

“That sounds reasonable, but how do we fix it?” Dave said.

“For now, I’ll rebuild the penalty decks, a little leaner. And we’ll use the cards from some games we have, Trivial Pursuit, Pictionary, and Charades, to supplement our challenges. How’s that sound?”

“Set it up, and let’s pretend that we’d never played this before.” Cheryl said.

“Why don’t we set two extra places and take turns playing for Frank and Delara, and see how it goes.” Dave suggested.

“It might take longer that way.” I told him.

“It’s a good dry run for next week.” Denise said, “And we can even discuss why we make some choices, and what would be best for getting them deeply involved.”

“I like it,” Cheryl said. “Set things up and I’ll be back in a second.”

I went back to more cards, keeping the ‘Intimate’ deck out until the first shuffle. I intended to shuffle them in with about a third of the deck left.

My darling Cheryl, naughty devious Cheryl, returned with two pillows she had dressed in our clothing. Panties, bra, t-shirt and shorts on one, shirt, shorts and boxers on the other. We applauded her effort.

“I don’t suppose in your college stuff you have an inflatable doll hidden away?” She asked me, half teasing, half challenging.

“Nope. I was frustrated, yes, desperate, no.”

With everyone settled back down we started play again, a little more buzzed, and with Dave doing a Frank imitation that was eerily close to Martin Short in Father of the Bride. It was pretty humorous. Cheryl caught the spirit, and put on a bad accent for ‘Delara’ somewhere between an Italian diva and the Swedish Chef from the Muppets.

“Before we start, everyone gets two colors, and I’m getting rid of half this deck. Just assume we had a mix of play, some drinking and some silly penalties. As a matter of fact I’ll deal out two penalties to each person here, and we’ll assume they’ve been done.” I passed out the cards and we read our penalties out loud, including Delara’s and Franks.

“Ok, let’s go.” I told them, passing the spinner to Cheryl on my left. The Virtual Delara was actually to my immediate left, with Cheryl next to her.

Cheryl placed the ‘Delara’ pillow in her lap, her head resting on the top of the pillow, as she held if vertically. “Oh yaah, ees my turnink? I am so, how you say, ‘vyorndefordeyvard’!” Cheryl did her comedy bit, and pulled a card.

Play moved around the table with some drinking when Denise got the first ‘personal’ penalty. It was a kissing card. I think there were 4-6 of them in this deck.

“Kiss someone, not your partner.” She read aloud. “So what do you think, if this was the real game, should I kiss Alex, or Frank?”

“Alex, definitely Alex.” I answered.

“No really,” she laughed. “Will kissing Frank chase them away, or reel them in?”

We discussed it, and thought that we should try to get Delara involved as early as possible and let Frank fend for himself. That way he’d want to start hitting penalties on purpose, and Delara couldn’t avoid getting involved. We were developing a strategy. I liked it.

Denise, teasingly stood up, and walked all the way around the table, past ‘Frank’, past Dave, past Cheryl and ‘Delara’ to me. She then bent over and gave me a small peck on the lips. Before she pulled away she gave a quick tongue swipe across my lips.

“Oh, you are tricky,” I told her, as she laughingly took her seat.

We played through a couple of massages, a few drinks, and another kiss, this one from Dave to ‘Delara’ who Cheryl was kind enough to accept the kiss for. Just before it was time to shuffle, we had the raciest thing yet: Denise showing the person to her left, yours truly, the color of her bra, black. She unbuttoned her shirt, straddled my legs, leaned in, and opened her shirt wide, so her hands were about even with my head. Her breasts were mere inches away. I tried to lean forward for a small kiss, but she backed off with a teasing laugh, closing her shirt.

At the next shuffle, we were adding the “Intimate” deck. This was where things really got hot quickly last time.

We were having a blast now, much more so than earlier, with the tougher questions and the sideplay of Frank and Delara. Dave was talking about getting into Delara’s pillowcase, and we were just generally having fun.

We had a ‘whisper’ card and a lying down back massage, when we got our first chug-or-strip card.

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(Alright sexy people, this one’s sex to blah-blah ratio is about 70/30. Hope you enjoy it!)

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Chapter 1 – The Crash

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“I’m afraid that’s right ma’am,” the mechanic was saying on my phone. “Seven hundred and forty eight dollars. And 57 cents.”

Well, shit! That was about 700 more dollars than I had in my checking account. And, I’m a ‘Miss’ goddammit, not a ‘Ma’am’!

“Please!” I begged. “Are you sure? Isn’t there something else that can be done, some cheaper part?”

After begging for a few more minutes, he knocked the price down to an even $700. That was nice, but it really didn’t help me much at all. My asshole landlord just jacked up my rent this month. My two credit cards were nearly maxed out; I think I had about 250 left on those, combined.

I don’t want to cry, I thought. Not here at work! Just don’t cry. Maintain, deep breath.

But it didn’t do any good. I was tired, my car was dead, and I was out of money. I cried. Right there in my cubicle. I mean, not big loud girlie cries. But my shoulders jumped as I tried to keep it in, tears rolled down my face and onto my blouse before I could grab a Kleenex. To make matters worse, I just knew my face was getting all blotchy, of course.

At least it was late in the day and Joanne and Tracy had gone home. I tried to think of alternatives. Mom, no. I was already into her for $1,500 and she denied my last borrowing attempt. My sister Kate, no. I wouldn’t borrow money from that bitch except to buy a gun to shoot her with.

Jesus, I thought, what can I do? I know those 1-800-Cash things are a huge rip-off, but I didn’t seem to have much of a choice.

Just then, Mark came in. “Patience, I know it’s last minute but can you make a few changes to these orders? Barney didn’t like the way they were set up… oh, hey, are you crying? Did I… was it me? Is it these changes?”

“Sorry Mark,” I began explaining. “It’s not you. (Sniff) I just got some bad news on my car.”

“The Beemer? I told you not to buy that junker from Evans! Oh, sorry, not what you want to hear right now. Can I, um, do anything?”

“I know, I know, you told me not to buy that hunk of junk,” I whined in between sobs. “You’re right. I should have listened to you. (Sniff) You’re always so nice to me! Why are you already married?”

Oh shit I couldn’t believe I just said that! Like he would really be interested in me? I mean, nobody else been has for the last two years, why would he? And he’s married! What the fuck am I even thinking about!

Mark sighed and looked at me. “Are you short? How much?”

“The bill is about $700. I’m short like, I don’t know, 500 or so.” I was so ashamed. “But, Mark, I’m not asking you for the money! This isn’t your problem–“

“Aww just hush up, kiddo.” Mark always called me Kiddo. He was like, maybe 20 years older than me, I guess he had the right. “I’m gonna go talk to that shmuck Evans for a few minutes. Hey, you probably need a ride to the dealer?” I nodded. “Okay, get these changes done for me, I’ll be back in 15 and we’ll go get your car. Don’t worry about a thing.”

I sniffled and snuffled my way through the order changes, trying not to think about anything else but that was impossible. But I didn’t want to mess up Mark’s orders, either. I got ’em done, correctly.

But I just didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. As much as I needed the money, I didn’t want to borrow it because it would be so hard to pay it back. $500 would take me five months of starving myself! And I already had credit cards, auto loan, Mom loan, rent, christ. But then, I thought that starving myself might not be a bad idea. Ever since the divorce, I’d been steadily gaining weight. I just cracked the 180 barrier last week.

I started crying again. 180 pounds, what the fuck is wrong with me? FML!

Mark texted me to meet him down at the front of the office, he was ready to go. I dried my face, looked at my mirror and said fuck it, and went on down.

“So I shook down Evans for being such an asshole and selling you that lemon. I got $500 from him–“

“Oh my god!” I shrieked. “Look, I’ll pay him back–“

“No no no!” exclaimed Mark. “Call it a ‘rebate’, if you will. It’s yours.”

“Well I don’t know how you did it, but thank you!” I was so surprised. I didn’t know what to say. We chatted a little more till we got to the dealer, where, much to my amazement, Mark not only paid the $500 from Bill Evans, but he threw the rest on his own credit card.

I just stood there, overwhelmed by his generosity. At the same time, I wondered if he expected something in return. I mean, I would have done anything he wanted, I guess, but he didn’t seem like the type to do that. I was afraid to speak for fear of breaking down into tears again.

They brought my car around, it was running fine. Mark then surprised me again.

“You know the Applebee’s, over on Bristol?”

I nodded my head.

“Let’s go there. I’m buying you dinner. And ankara rus escort we’re going to talk.”

– – –

Mark ordered some darkish craft beer and got me a margarita. Cadillac, of course.

“So Patience,” he said as we waited for the bevvies. “How did you get here? And by that, I mean, how did you get to the point of not being able to afford a car repair? You’re what, 26?”

“You’re sweet. I’m 29, almost 30. And thank you so much for getting the money from Evans ‘the shitbird’ and for paying the rest of it off.”

“Don’t thank me yet, sweetie. That was a loan. Keep going.”

The drinks came and we ‘Salud’-ed our glasses.

“Well, I was getting tired of my fucking husband cheating on me. Then he was stealing from me. And I was getting real tired of him hitting me… Anyways… Caught him with my sister and that was the last straw. The divorce was finalized two years ago, I got screwed over because he can’t keep a job, and I’ve just been struggling ever since.”

“Holy shit,” replied Mark. “I had no idea. What a fucking dirtbag. And, pardon me for being forward, but any boyfriends now?”

“Nope. Can’t get more than one date. Those dating websites, Jesus Christ! They are just full of one-night wonders! Bang and run, that’s all they want. I mean, okay, so I need a bang once in awhile, but Jesus! I’d like a second date sometime. But I’m sure my weight has something to do with it. I used to be 140. But that was years ago. Look at me now.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re, what do they call it? Height/Weight Proportionate?”

“You mean, my big boobs balance out my huge ass?”

He chuckled, a little embarrassed. How cute!

We talked more about options for me, ways to cut back. He had some great ideas, I mean he’s some computer whiz-bang old man for sure. So he should be smart. But even with selling the Beemer and getting a Civic or a little Hyundai, I would just barely break even.

“You need to be loading up your 401-k, and utilizing the stock purchase plan! Christ I made 30 grand last year just with the stock plan. It’s based on your salary, but you could’ve made probably 6 or 7 thousand if you participated.”

I shrugged my shoulders. I was in retail before this job. I didn’t go to college. Frankly, the stock market scared me. I can’t get ahead in this world.

I was about to order a second drink but Mark stopped me. After the waitress left, he explained why.

“First of all, the last thing you need is a Drunk Driving arrest. Second, I know you want to lose weight, and drinking won’t help that. And third, well hell. I don’t know how to say it. But you need a clear head to think about… well, I’ve got an idea but you probably won’t like it.”

“What do you mean, Mark? What idea? Tell me!” I was desperate.

“There’s ways to make some money in your spare time. But… no. It’s, too stupid. You wouldn’t like it.”

“Mark, please. As long as it isn’t any of that multi-leveling-marketing bullshit. And I don’t want to work at a hardware store on the weekends. I need something, I’ll do anything!”

“There’s this funny thing about human nature,” Mark said. “When someone says ‘I will do anything’, they almost never mean it.”

I thought about that for a few moments. “Okay then. I will *consider* anything! How about that! But you’re right, I won’t sell drugs or whatever.”

“No. It’s not drugs. It’s, holy shit it’s hard to explain. And embarrassing. Okay, you have to swear complete confidentiality with me. On your honor. If you repeat what I tell you, you could get me fired, and probably divorced also.”

“Oh, well, Mark,” I began, suddenly worried. “Like, I’m not going to embezzle anything either, or rob a bank–“

“Whoa baby, it’s nothing like that. It has to do with… sex.”

I picked up my glass and drained the margarita remnants. Great, I thought. He wants me to be a prostitute.

“Thanks, Mark. I’ll return the money as soon as I can.” I began to collect my phone and purse.

“Patience. Sit. You need to hear me out. You owe me that much.”

Fucker. I do owe him, I thought. I slumped back down.

“Ok Mark. Go ahead. Tell me your sex plan that isn’t prostitution.”

Mark finished his beer and signalled for another one. I guess he still has me on a diet, though. Whatever. We waited in silence for the beer, I pretended to read my e-mails.

Finally, it arrived and he chugged half of it. Burped quietly, and wiped his mouth.

“Ok. Here it is. But you can’t hit me with any of that sexual harassment shit, okay? Here goes: Married men, say, someone such as myself, sometimes we get, oh shit this is harder to admit than I thought.”

I knew what he was trying to say. “You get horny and you want to fuck someone other than your wife. I get it. That happened to me, remember?”

“Yeah, well sort of. Sometimes, though, we just need a little spice. We don’t want to necessarily ‘cheat’, but there are alternatives. Some guys go to strip clubs, but that ankara türbanlı escort gets very expensive and there’s no payoff. So then other guys may go to massage parlors.”

He wants me to work in a massage parlor? I guess I should mention at this point I’m not asian. Not being racist, but 99% of them are Asian massage parlors.

“Now hang on, Patience. There’s another thing. See, some women run ‘massages’ out of their homes or hotels. It’s *not* prostitution. You give the guy a nice back rub. Soft music, candles, hot oils…”

“And that’s it?” I asked.

“Well, then there’s the obligatory hand-job at the end. So yeah, that’s it.”

I asked the waitress for another margie. Weight-loss be damned at this point.

“And, so, Mark, you’ve done this before I take it?”

He blushed. He actually blushed! “Yeah, I have a few different girls. I go about once a month or so. Look, I’ve talked to them. They can make an easy six to eight hundred a day.”

Well, shit, I thought. That got my attention. Mark kept talking.

“I mean, you wouldn’t quit your day job. You could work weeknights from like, six to ten. Get one client a day for five days and you could be making an extra grand a week.”

“So wait a minute,” I enquired. “How much is it for an hour?”

“Well typical is about 160 an hour. But I figure you could do 180 or 200 an hour.”

“Ha!” I laughed in his face. “I can barely get a date, and you’re telling me men will pay $200 for an hour with me?” This sounded absurd. I mean, I’m not ugly or anything. Really, I’m not. But I’m not that classic little Barbie doll that everyone seems to want, either. Two hundred bucks, yeah right.

“Patience. Pardon me for being upfront, but you’ve got an awesome rack! Plenty of guys would love to uh, well in the business it’s called ‘Mutual Touching’.”

“Huh?” I asked, flabbergasted. “How is that not prostitution? They do, what, touch my tits?”

Naturally, the waitress happened to come by with my margarita right at that moment. She awkwardly placed it in front of me and vanished, rather quickly.

“Sweetie,” Mark implored. “Keep your voice down okay? It’s part of the game. You can be topless, or naked. You make the rules, but there’s gotta to be some payoff for the guy. Usually, playing with and sucking of the boobs is standard. You don’t have to let anyone touch you… uh…” He blushed again. I didn’t help, and watched him struggle. “… uh… down there. You know what I mean right?”

“Let me get this straight. I massage a guy, he sucks my boobs, and I jerk him off, and he pays me $200?”

“Well, yeah. Except that, um, you can probably only ask $150 or so for just topless. $200 assumes nudity and some, uh, touching. But you can say ‘just on the outside’ if you want to. It’s up to you. Some girls do go farther and offer options like kissing, prostate massage.”

“Prostate massage?” I said, too loudly, again. Heads turned. I started again quieter. “You mean I stick my finger up his ass? You men are fucking weird!”

“You wear a glove. You charge more for it. I tried it once, but it wasn’t for me. My gal Tina tells me of a guy who buys a big black dildo each and every time. They aren’t cheap! But he can’t keep it anywhere in the house because his wife would kill him. So he gets one, has her anally rape him, and then he throws it in her trash can. She charges him an extra hundo just for that. But, again, it’s what you want to do, what you’re comfortable with.”

Mark sat back in his chair. “Look, I’m sorry to offend you. I just, well, it struck me that you have a great way with people, you’re always smiling, you’re a ‘pleaser’ personality type which is probably why your ex took advantage of you. But there’s a lot of gals in this business who don’t enjoy it, and the guys can tell. Trust me, when the chick isn’t into it, it’s hard for us to get into it. Okay not all guys, of course. Some guys don’t need much stimulation at all. But you, if you act all sweet, pretend you like them, share a little intimacy with them, you’ll get repeat customers. Probably so many you’ll have to turn them away.”

I looked at my margarita. It was half empty, somehow. I don’t remember drinking it. Mark was still going on about stuff.

“There’s an initial outlay, though. You’ll have to get a massage table, towel warmer, sheets and towels, lotions and oils. You’ll have to get some spiffy underwear, too. I can help you with all that but…” He didn’t finished and looked expectantly at me.

“But, what?”

“It’s hard for me to say this,” he began. He shifted in his seat. “Well, it’s like this. I can front you the money, but only if, well, only if you’re really into it, and not just maybe. And I’ll need to see for myself.”

“Well I haven’t decided just yet. I’m thinking it over, ya know? But if I decide to do it, I will be the best masseuse this town has ever seen!”

“I’m sure you will. But I’m talking about another outlay of maybe a thousand or so. I’ll need bahçelievler escort to make sure it’s a good investment, for me. I don’t want you to find out you don’t like it and pay me back ten bucks a month. Know what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I get it.” I didn’t know what else to say.

Mark drained his beer. “Okay, here it is. Think it over good and hard. Today’s what, Monday? If you think you’re into it, then we’ll have a trial run on Thursday. Get yourself a good Brazilian. You know what that is, right? And you can pay for that with a credit card, yeah? Good. Then I’ll come to your place Thursday. I’ll show you how it’s done, what to do, what to say, everything. Then we’ll see what you think. If you do well, then I’ll put up the grand and get you on your way. Deal?”

I finished my drink. Sat back a for a few moments. Jerking guys off for money. This sounds ridiculous. It also makes me damp, I could feel it already. I thought about my future prospects, or rather, the lack thereof.

“Deal!”

I shook his hand. At the very least, I thought, I’ll get some spiffy underwear. And a Brazilian!

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Chapter 2 – Training the Workforce

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I texted Mark on Wednesday.

Me: Let’s do it

Mark: Great! what time do you get out thurs?

Me: 430. I can prolly b ready by 530.

Mark: I’ll see you then shoot me an address

As I lay there naked on the waxing table, the little Chinese gal slathered the wax around my pubes. This should be fun, I thought to myself. I’ve shaved, but never waxed. I heard it was painful, I mean they just JESUS CHRIST OUCH! BRAZILIAN MOTHERFUCKERS!

I panted like a woman giving birth, trying to blow off the pain. Tears ran down my face, into my hair. Good God that hurts!. And then, of course, that was just the front. Now gotta do the ass also. I won’t bore you with the details, but holy shit this is much less fun than I thought it would be!

– – –

Thursday. My thoughts whirled around me and I could barely concentrate on getting my work done. I’m pretty sure Mark is going to get naked and I’ll have to jerk him off. I mean, he’s old and shit! I think 50? He looks pretty good though. Most everyone here has a gut, some pretty big. He looks trim, has hair with a little gray in it. He actually looks younger than the 40 year old guys in the office. I’ll admit it, I got a little turned on at the thought of it.

Time is a weird thing. 5:30 couldn’t get here soon enough, and yet simultaneously I dreaded Mark’s arrival. How fucked up is that? What’s he gonna make me do? How’s this going to play out? He did say he likes my rack, maybe he’s into me? But he’s married, but that’s why he does this… fuck, my brain won’t shut up!

– – –

5:45 and the doorbell rang. I sighed and opened it, and invited Mark in. He had a paper bag with him.

“Hey sweetie! You look nice, ready to go? Show me around the place.”

“Yeah,” I responded, nervously. I was just wearing a robe, with the only matching bra and panties I owned. “Well this is the living room. Also it’s the family room, office, and sports bar. Kitchen, excuse the mess. And the bedroom is back here. Again, yeah, little messy. Bathroom, oops, just old underwear.” I snatched up the dirty bra and threw it in the closet.

Mark led me back to the kitchen. He pulled out two airline bottles of Fireball, that cinnamon whiskey. And two tall Bud Lights.

“Okay. First, let’s down these two puppies.”

“Uh,” I started. “I don’t really like Fireball. Too sweet.”

He looked at me, then held it out for me. “Right. Down the hatch!”

“Alright” he continued. “Second. We’ve gotta clean this place up. Too much clutter. Doesn’t have to be perfect, but it’s gotta be fairly neat. Third, I’m thinking the massage table could fit here if we move this table a little bit. Let’s get it darker in here, yeah, pretty good. You want it dark. They’ll look better and so will you.”

“You need a place for them to lay down the money,” he continued. “You do that first and foremost. Nothing happens till then. Do NOT discuss what you will do until AFTER the donation has been laid down.”

“Now, I need a shower. Just a quick rinse. I’m assuming you had one already? Good. You need to be soft, smooth, and clean at all times. But no perfumes, remember these guys are going home to momma after this. So I’ll need a towel, then we’ll start in the bedroom. Smooth out the bed and lay a couple towels across the foot of your bed.”

Great, I thought. He’s insulted my apartment already, told me this and ordered that… but it’s kind of okay, I guess. He seems to know what he’s talking about.

I started to find the towels, and he started taking off his shirt! Right there in front of me!

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I’ll, uh, give you some privacy!”

“No sweetie,” Mark said. “Don’t ever let these guys be alone in your house. Don’t give them any opportunities to do anything. This is good for you too… eyeball them, make sure they don’t have any skin diseases or whatever. If they do, keep a twenty and give them the rest of their money back. They should also shower, all of them. They’ll have been working all day. And you don’t want any, uh, ‘remnants’ if you know what I mean. You’re going to be playing with their, um, asses, ya know.”

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I am not a rich man, at least not by the standards of the really rich. But I am doing quite well and I am economically secure. I have a job with a very good salary, and live alone in a small house. I do not have any worries about my economy, if I want to eat out on an ordinary Wednesday, or if I want to go traveling for vacation, I can do it without worrying about the budget. If I wanted to drive a Tesla, I could buy one, but then I would have to cut down on the traveling. My point being that I am economically secure, and it is easy to be honest when you have no real need to do otherwise. I do not claim any moral superiority, if I had truly needed the money I would probably have taken it!

I had been at a business meeting downtown, it had gone well but had taken longer than expected, and I decided to call it a day and go directly home. I had parked the car on a street nearby, somebody had placed a flyer under the left wiper. When I removed it I happened to look down, and saw a wallet half-way under the left front wheel. I picked it up and threw it on the passenger seat, undoubtedly the pick-pocket had emptied it of value, but probably the owner would appreciate getting his cards back.

Once I got home I looked in the wallet, hoping to find a driver’s license or a credit card with a name on. Instead, I saw a thick pad of money, mostly hundred-dollar bills. I had found the local drug lord’s wallet!

I knew that I should put down the wallet, and call the cops. But my curiosity won over my common sense as I saw a black credit card. I pulled it out, and read the name: John C. Slate. Not the local drug lord, then. The not quite local billionaire; owner and CEO of Slate Industries. I also found a few of his business cards, with a direct phone number on it. I called the number right away.

A female voice answered, “Mr. Slate’s office. How can I help you?”

“Good afternoon, my name is Christian Pohler. I just found Mr. Slate’s wallet, and would like to return it.”

“Oh thank you very much, that will save some trouble. Could I ask you to mail it to us?”

“Well,” I said, hesitating. “I am not completely comfortable sending this by mail. There is quite a lot of money in the wallet, forty or fifty grand by the look of it.”

“Really?” She sounded genuinely surprised, “I would have thought it had been emptied. Could you please hold for a moment?”

Her voice was replaced by some boring music for half a minute or so, then a male voice picked up.

“Good afternoon, Mr Pohler. John Slate speaking. I hear you found my wallet, and with money in it, even. And you want to return it to me, great. In my business, you sometimes forget that honest people still exist! I will send a man to pick it up.”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, before he continued, “When I was a kid, my mother told me that if you found a wallet on the street, you should give it to the police, they would then pay you ten percent as finders fee. I am afraid that is not how it works in reality, but I still think that is how it should work! I’ll make sure you get your reward.”

Then he seemed to hesitate again. “Forgive my bluntness, but are you married, Mr. Pohler?”

“No, I am single,” I answer, wondering why he asks.

“Then … well … Well, thank you very much, please give your address to my PA, then I will send somebody for the wallet.” I was then transferred back to the woman, who took down my address.

Two hours later, as I was considering whether I should bother cooking dinner, or just order take-away, my doorbell rang. It was a middle-aged man in a business suit.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Pohler. I am Johnson from Slate Industries. Mr. Slate sent me for the wallet.”

I invited him in and gave him the wallet. He took it and counted the money, 41 thousand dollars.

“Mr. Slate instructed me to give you this,” he said, handing me a bit over four thousand. “And he also told me to invite you to a party. It is on May 17, that is a Saturday. Will you be able to come?”

I accepted, and then he continued. “Do I understand it correctly that you are single? No wife or girlfriend?”

I nodded, wondering where this will lead.

“Good. As you may know, Mr. Slate is a man with strong opinions about how things should be done. He would like to invite you to a somewhat formal party on May 17. However, it is a matter of principle for Mr. Slate that the guests do not come alone. Don’t worry, we will arrange for a suitable lady to accompany you.”

He must have seen my alarmed expression, for he smiled as he continued, “Don’t worry! We are not setting you up with a date. You are not expected to pretend that she is your partner or your girlfriend or anything like that. She will merely be an elegant lady accompanying you, that is all there is to it.”

I did not want to offend a man who had just been very generous, so with some unease I accepted.

“It is formal party, black tie. Do you have a tux? Good, then I will send you a plane ticket for the 17th. You will balgat escort fly in the morning, then I or one of my colleagues will take you to your hotel room, where you can change. You’ll then fly back on the 18th. Is that okay with you?”

I confirmed it, slightly overwhelmed by what was happening.

…

I received the ticket by email next morning. I still felt slightly uncomfortable, but decided to play along and just enjoy the party, and on the morning of the 17th I went to the airport. After a short flight, I was picked up by Mr. Johnson who drove me to a hotel where a room was ready for me. I was asked to be ready in the lobby at five PM, where Mr. Johnson would pick me and my companion up.

At ten minutes to five, I was back in the lobby, wearing a tuxedo and feeling ready to walk into a James Bond movie. Johnson was already there. We talked about nothing in particular while waiting for my companion. Suddenly, he looked at the lifts and smiled. I looked, too, and almost dropped my jaw. It was Jolene Varnamo! I was going to a party with Jolene frigging Varnamo! She is mainly known for her roles in a few recent Hollywood movies, not leading roles but good supporting roles, where she is clearly not afraid of showing some skin. And then I of course knew her from Playboy last month, where she was on the front page and quite a number of pages inside!

By the time she reached us, I had regained my composure and greeted her without looking like a complete fool. She was wearing a long, blue evening dress, showing a significant amount of cleavage, and with long slits on both sides showing her beautiful legs as she walked. We left the hotel in a large limousine, with Johnson as the driver. Jolene had a warm personality, and she smiled a lot as we chatted on the back seat, until she asked me if Johnson had briefed me on the party.

“Not really, no,” I replied.

“Not nice. Really not nice. Well, I’ll better do it, or you will have no clue what is going on. You see, it is not just a party, it is part of the power-play among the topmost leaders in Slate Industries. I really don’t know why Slate invited you, he may have some ulterior motive, or maybe he just likes to meet an honest man. We’ll see, perhaps.

“In any case, the guests will be the absolute top of Slate Industries, and their trophy wives. This is where Slate shows them that they are part of his inner circle, but also where he shows them that he is the boss, and that they have to be willing to humiliate themselves and in particular their wives for his entertainment. Expect to see a lot of nudity and lewd behavior.

“And at the end, Slate will select one of the wives, and keep her for the night!”

“Seriously?” I blurted out. “And what about you? Do you risk that you have to spend the night with him? And what does his wife say to this?”

“Don’t worry, he will not pick me. What would he gain by humiliating you? As for his wife, she seems to enjoy the game and she usually keeps one of the guys for her own nightly entertainment.”

“You seem well informed. Have you been to many of these parties?”

“Yes,” she answers. Then she laughs, “but this is the first time as a guest.”

I never got to ask what she meant by that, since we arrived at a large mansion. A large red carpet was on the stairs leading to the front door, and two muscular men in tuxedos stood on the stair, the tuxes unable to hide that they were security. They looked at us as we left the limo, then they stepped aside and greeted us by name. We entered the large building, where the red carpet continued up a large marble stair and turned to the right. In front of a large wooden door a naked woman was standing, with a wooden staff in her right hand. As we approached, she opened the door and stepped inside. When we entered, she slammed the staff into the floor with a loud bang, and announced our arrival.

“Mr. Christian Pohler and Ms. Jolene Varnamo!”

There were a dozen people in the room, middle-aged men in tuxedos, and their young beautiful wives in revealing dresses. Jolene and I walked around and greeted all the couples, then a naked young woman approached us with a tray full of champagne glasses. We both took a glass, and Jolene reached out to pat the woman on her tits.

“You can touch them, you know,” she said to me.

“Indeed you can, wherever you like,” the young woman replied, but I was too stunned to do anything.

Moments later, another naked waitress came with some canapés. This time I reached out, and gently touched her breast, feeling her nipple in my hand. She smiled as I did it, and I completely forget to take a canapé. Then the door opened again, and the naked girl with the staff came back.

“Mr. Abdul Alhazred and Mrs. Fatima Alhazred,” she announced.

I recognized Mr. Alhazred immediately, he often appeared on TV as the spokesman for Slate Industries. I knew he was Egyptian, having come to the US rather late in his life, and his wife was clearly from the same batıkent escort part of the world. She was wearing a traditional muslim dress, her hair completely covered by a scarf, and long sleeves covering her arms so only the hands were free. The long dress reached all the way to the floor, almost completely hiding any feminine forms.

They began greeting all the guests, and as they reached us she took my hand and her face lit up in a beautiful smile as she presented herself. Her husband also gave a first impression as a friendly man.

When the naked waitress approached them, Fatima did something that seemed completely out of character for a person dressed in such a conservative manner. With one hand, she took a glass of champagne, and with the other she first groped both of the woman’s breasts, before reaching down rubbing her shaved pussy. The waitress seemed completely unsurprised by this behavior.

Moments later, the girl with the staff had moved to a door in the opposite side of the hall. She slammed her staff into the floor again, and opened the door.

“Mr. John Slate and Mrs. Belinda Slate!”

John Slate was wearing a tuxedo not unlike what the rest of us men were wearing, but Belinda’s dress was the most revealing of them all, indecent even. It was blue, slightly darker that Jolene’s. In the right side, it covered her shoulder and a long sleeve covered her arm. But in the left side her shoulder and arm were naked, and her left breast was completely exposed. On her left hip, the dress was kept together by a short golden chain, the fabric on her front and back almost but not quite met at the hip, making it obvious that she was not wearing any underwear.

Mr. Slate welcomed us with Belinda at his side. The dinner would be in the room next door, and the seating would be announced in a moment. The gentlemen should find their appointed table companion, and escort her to the table. I looked around, wondering who would be my table companion. My eyes fell on Fatima in her very conservative dress, and I felt sure that as the outsider I would get her instead of one of the ladies in revealing dresses. My speculations were interrupted by the naked girl with the staff.

“Mr. George Umbridge and Mrs. Sara de la Fleur,” she announced. They quickly found each other, and he offered her his right arm, before they formally walked into the next room.

“Mr. Peter Ford and Mrs. Fatima Alhazred.”

I happened to look at Peter Ford when this was announced. He genuinely looked as if he had just won the lottery, and quickly offered Fatima his arm.

“Mr. Christian Pohler and Mrs. Belinda Slate.”

Wow! I am seated with the sexy hostess. I walked to her, and offered her my right arm. But she did not take it, instead she moved to my left side and placed her arm on my shoulder. I reached behind her, and placed my hand on her left hip, as she apparently expected. But to my surprise she took my hand and moved it up, so I ended up holding her exposed breast. Fondling the hostess’ tit, we walked into the next room. With some trepidation I glanced at Mr. Slate, wondering how he took this, but if he had noticed he did not show it.

As we approached the table we were shown to our seats, and Belinda got back to my right side before we sat down.

She leaned towards me and whispered, “I left it out for a reason, be free to touch it when you like.”

I now saw Jolene enter with a man whose name I had forgotten. Soon, everybody were in place, and John Slate rose to welcome us to the table. Moments later the waiters approached, one for every two of us. They were all young women, and they were all naked, and as the one serving Belinda and me placed the appetizers on the table I groped her pretty ass.

Just as everybody were about to taste the food, we heard the sound of a fork gently striking a glass. It was Sebastian de la Fleur who wanted to give a speech. He spoke about Mr. Slate and his leadership in very flattering words, bordering on the servile. The speech was boring and quite frankly embarrassing, but fortunately I could place my hand on Belinda’s naked breast, and pass the time by fondling her nipple. She reacted by placing her hand on my thigh, and slowly moved it towards my crotch, until she was clearly feeling my erect penis through the fabric of my pants.

Then the speech ended, and we began eating. It was delicious.

As soon as most of us had finished the appetizer, we again heard a fork strike a glass. This time it was Fatima. She rose, and waved one of the waitresses over, then she removed her shoes and gave them to the waitress. Fatima then stepped up on her chair, and continued onto the table, until she stood near the middle of the dining table. She then silently removed her scarf, revealing her long, curly black hair. She threw it to the waitress. She then removed her long dress, and then her leggings, until she stood on the table wearing only a black lace bra and black panties. She turned around slowly, giving us all a beşevler escort good view of her beautiful body, then she returned to her seat. We all applauded.

As the naked waitress approached us to take the plates, Belinda told her to stand between our chairs, facing her. She placed both hands on the girl’s breasts and began rubbing them. I placed my hands on her ass, and rubbed it. Then, as I moved my hands up over her back, Belinda moved hers down and began rubbing her between the legs. Then Belinda asked her to turn around. She smiled as she faced me, and I began playing with her tits. Then I rubbed her shaven pussy, and finally I pushed two fingers inside her. She spread her legs slightly, letting me in, and I felt the wetness inside her. Then I pulled my fingers out, and let her carry on with her job.

Soon the main dish was on the tables, and no-one interrupted us with speeches until we had all finished eating and the plates had been removed. Then Fatima stroke her glass again, and once again stepped up on the table. She reached back, and unclasped her bra, removed it slowly and tossed it to a waitress. Then she pulled down her panties, until she stood as naked as she was born on the middle of the table. She slowly turned before returning to her seat. The two men sitting on either side of her turned towards her, and began running their hands over her naked body. She seemed to enjoy the attention.

I got inspired and placed my hand on Belinda’s thigh. Since the entire left side of her dress was open, I could easily slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, until I felt the hair on her pussy. I rubbed her clit before I gathered my courage and pushed two fingers inside her. Belinda moaned. I tried to make her come, but before I succeeded the waitresses came with the desert.

Belinda whispered in my ear, “You can finish what you started later tonight.” Then she leaned over and kissed me deeply on the mouth.

After dessert, it was John Slate who rose to speak. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Dinner is over, soon we shall dance. But tonight will not be an ordinary dance. First, we have an excellent live band flown in from Japan, where they are one of the hottest names on the pop scene. In a moment you will hear the Nippon Girls Septet, and you will see them play as they have never played before. Just please respect that you may under no circumstances touch the band members.

“Secondly, we will need two of you ladies to volunteer for a very special role at the dance.”

Fatima’s arm shot up.

“Yes, Fatima, do you have a question?”

“The volunteers, will they have to be naked?”

“I was getting to that. But yes, they will.”

“Then I volunteer!”

Slate looked at her, clearly amused, “Are you sure you do not what to know what you are volunteering for?”

“No need. If it is done naked, I am clearly qualified.”

Everybody laughed.

“Fine, as you wish. I will need one more volunteer, but let me first explain what…” Slate was interrupted by a tall red-haired woman, Catherine Belmont.

“I volunteer,” she announced, and stood up from her seat.

“Fine,” Slate said. “Get out of that dress, and get up here, then.”

Catherine removed her clothes and walked up to the other end of the table, and stood behind Slate. Fatima joined her.

“So,” he continued, “we shall all dance. But Fatima and Catherine have a special role, they are the catalysts so to speak. If they invite you to dance, you cannot decline. If you are to dance with a naked person, and you are still clothed, you must remove all clothes on your upper body. If you have already done that, you must remove the rest. And if you dance with somebody with a bare upper body, and you are still fully clothed, strip above the waist. Are the rules clear?”

We all nodded.

“Good. Have fun, then. And note all the beautiful girls that have been serving us all evening. As soon as you have lost your clothes they are available for your pleasure. There will be mattresses on the floor in this room, and more private rooms will be available should any prefer that. Have fun. And do not touch the band!”

The doors to the adjoining hall were opened and the music started playing. Admittedly, I had never heard of the Nippon Girls Septet, but they played well. There were clearly somewhat embarrassed at being naked on stage, but soon their stage fright left them and they showed why they were famous back in Japan.

I was about to ask Belinda for a dance, but her husband showed up and asked for her hand. Instead I found Jolene, and we danced together. After the first dance, I found myself standing next to Catherine. She offered me her hand, so I had to remove my jacked and my shirt, before following her onto the dance floor. We danced close, and she repeated rubbed her nipples against my chest. I quickly got bolder, and began playing with her tits and grabbing her ass as we dance, she clearly encouraged it. Too soon the dance was over.

I saw Belinda standing by the dance floor and walked over to her.

“Would you honor me with a dance?”

She looked at me with a wicked smile. “Then I have to strip above the waist. But with this dress, that is not possible, it will fall off. Do you really want to embarrass me by making me strip completely naked.”

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Beth and Sarah had been friends and neighbors for two years. Their houses stood next to each other in a solid middle class suburb of the city on a street lined with oak and magnolia trees. The yards were filled with the early spring blooms of azalea shrubs. New mid-size economy cars and utility vehicles filled the driveways.

They and their husbands, Jeffrey and Michael, spent much of their recreational time together. The two couples blended well. Mid twenties, steady career paths and looking forward to a bright future. Weekends were often spent in shared activities.

Their back yards were separated by a six foot tall wooden slat fence which allowed for privacy but also had a gate so the couples could discreetly walk from one house to the other.

Jeffrey and Michael had spent several hot summer evenings and an entire weekend tearing down the old chain link eyesore and erecting the red cypress divider that they were all proud to share. Beth and Sarah had catered to them while they toiled, always ready with sandwiches, soft drinks and beer.

They ended the weekend with a barbecue, enjoying music, laughter and a comraderie which they all felt deeply. As night fell they sat in chaise loungers while Jeffrey and Michael took turns proclaiming their respective engineering acumen and playing up the small mistakes of the other.

Beth and Sarah laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks, their gleeful enthusiasm spurring the two young husbands on to increasingly exaggerated depictions of each other’s incompetence.

Finally they tired, exhausted from their efforts and mellowed by an ice chest of beer which they had emptied. Soon after nightfall, Michael and Sarah walked hand in hand through the newly installed gate, staggering slightly and laughing at themselves.

Jeffrey and Beth looked on, identifying with this couple, their best friends and joining in their laughter.

“They’re such an attractive couple,” Beth said wistfully. “I doubt they’ll do any coupling tonight though. Michael’s exhausted and loaded. I don’t think he’ll erect anything else.”

“You underestimate him…and me as well. In fact, I’m erecting something right now.” As he spoke Jeffrey’s eyes followed Beth’s slender, tanned thighs up to the hem of her loose comfort shorts and still farther inward.

“A woodie?” Beth punned, giving the fence a quick glance.

Beth sat at an angle to him and following Jeffrey’s eyes felt the exciting warmth of lust flow through her. She tingled in these moments and flushed slightly.

Watching watched Jeffrey she felt his urge and spread her legs slightly to increase the depth of his view.

“Take it out Jeff,” Beth requested hoarsely.

He hesitated only a moment then realized, as Beth had, the near completeness of their privacy. The pale glow from the kitchen light allowed just enough illumination for an enticing view of each other.

Jeffrey’s pulse quickened as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, raising his hips to slide jeans and underwear off together and discarding the garments on the ground in a heap. His tee-shirt was off a second later and when he leaned back in the lounger both his eyes and Beth’s were fixed on his powerful, throbbing erection.

He ran the tips of his fingers along the underside of the shaft once and shuddered slightly. Despite their privacy the thought of his nakedness and the idea of taking Beth outdoors in their own back yard gave Jeffrey an exhibitionist thrill. He sensed correctly that Beth was feeling the same as he watched her remove her tank top and give it a quick toss, exposing her lovely breasts.

Beth’s breasts were large for her slender body and stood firm, never needing the support of a bra. Her areolas were large dark brown cicrles from which rose full pink nipples, hard and erect now with excitement. Jeffrey could hardly speak, his erection growing even harder.

Beth hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and, following Jeffrey’s example, stripped off shorts and panties in one motion. She stepped over to Jeffrey’s lounger and stood over him, her pussy perfectly at eye level to him.

She had the most beautiful pussy. Her labia were large and had the distinct look of a flower in bloom. Her clitoral shaft was larger than most and in this excited state, the tip of her clitoris protruded slightly.

“You’re beautiful, you know. I can almost cum just looking at you.”

“I’m flattered, but just hold that thought,” Beth spoke as she lowered herself into position and closed her lips over the head of Jeffrey’s cock.

The warm, soft feel of Beth’s lips on him transported Jeffrey into another dimension. His entire consciousness was centered on this feeling and the woman who created it. He didn’t care if the whole neighborhood was filming them. He wouldn’t have stopped now if they were.

Beth knew how to give head. Forming a tight circle with her lips she continued down Jeffrey’s long hard shaft. She loved the feel and taste of his cock, loved the musky odor and the contour of swollen kızılay escort veins and flesh. She probed with her tongue, enjoying the throbbing beat of his pulse and took more and more of him in.

Finally taking it all, Beth felt his pubic hair tickling her lips as she listened to Jeffrey’s continuos groans of ecstasy. She pulled back to the top and began a slow up and down movement swirling her tongue around the underside of Jeffrey’s cock, her saliva running freely down its length. Beth knew he couldn’t hold back for long and let go for a moment to prolong his release for a short while.

She drew her face close to his teasing, “Ready? You don’t seem to be close yet. Am I doing something wrong?”

“You know me better than that. I’m past ready. Do me now Beth.” Jeffrey pleaded.

Beth smiled and lowered her head again. This time she moved her lips rapidly over Jeffrey’s cock. She worked her tongue in quick circular motions as her head bobbed and anticipation coursed through her body.

It didn’t take long. Jeffrey released a cry and pumped his hips furiously. His entire body seemed to produce the orgasm and he felt his cum traveling up from deep inside, moving quickly and then gushing forth in hard spurts, one after another, amazing even him. He had never shot this much cum before in his life and wondered how Beth could possibly handle it all.

Beth was surprised too but rose to the challenge. She swallowed the first few spurts quickly, letting Jeffrey’s thick cum flow down her throat. It actually thrilled her. She continued greedily until he was through then smiled as Jeffrey lay back in the lounger.

Beth lightly stroked Jeffrey’s chest and watched him slowly recover. Then she sought his mouth with hers, slipped her tongue deep inside and rolled it passionately around his. Jeffrey felt her urgent desire and was aroused by her breath, filled with the odor of his cum and warm against his face.

They kissed for a long time. When they finally broke their embrace Beth whispered, “My turn.”

“It certainly is. Is your pussy as wet as I think it is?”

Beth rose and lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the arm of Jeffrey’s chaise lounge and turning her leg out wide. Jeffrey could see her pussy closely now.

Her pubic hair was soaked with her own juices. She reached down and ran her hand over her inner thigh and Jeffrey saw that even her thighs were soaked.

“I’ve never been so wet,” Beth said as she brought her hand to Jeffrey’s face. Jeffrey took her hand and pressed it against his lips.

The smell of her sex was overwhelming. The musky scent of her pussy affected Jeffrey at the most primordial level and he breathed deeply of this most natural of aromas. He licked Beth’s hand clean, her taste as intoxicating as her scent.

When he looked up he saw Beth’s head tilted back, her mouth open as she took in every sensation. The cool night air, the touch of his tongue against the palm of her hand and the chance of exposure all drove her to a level of arousal no one could turn back from.

Her left hand caressed her clitoris softly in small circular motions. The lips of her pussy flared open and her milky juice ran freely.

Jeffery was transfixed by the sight of Beth, his wife, in this state of sexual abandon. He watched her fingers circling her clit, a steady rhythm, and saw her jump slightly when she thrilled at the sudden touch of just the right spot.

Her erotic figure was portrayed against the backdrop of a dark sky filled with twinkling stars. It all seemed so natural.

Focusing on her dripping labia spread wide and inviting, the open gateway to her inner depth, Jeffery inserted two fingers deep inside her. Beth released a cry of pleasure then gasped for breath as Jeffrey worked his fingers in and out of her.

Beth raised both hands to her breasts and squeezed her nipples tightly while rocking her pelvis and pumping hard against the thrust of Jeffrey’s fingers. “It feels so good Jeff. Give me more…do me harder.”

Saying this, she turned her uplifted leg out a bit more, inviting all that she could possibly take. A third finger joined the others and she eagerly took them all. Her eyes filled with furious determination.

Beth pumped slow and hard in sync to his thrusts as Jeffrey worked his fingers farther into her.

“Harder Jeff…fast, faster…finger fuck my pussy…finger fuck… finger fuuuhhh…..”

Jeffrey worked his fingers in Beth’s cunt as hard as he could. “Take it baby, take it all!”

“Fuck…fuck me Jeff, fuck me now, mother fuck my cunt…hard, harder…nooowww!”

She was gone, the orgasm tearing through her, exploding from every nerve in her body. She arched her back and squeezed her nipples so tightly that they appeared to be smashed flat. She clung to them in an effort to balance herself against the pounding waves of her orgasm.

The howl Beth now released could be heard far away. Neither of them cared. Beth screamed wordlessly in animalistic kolej escort lust. She rode Jeffrey’s long fingers until every possible bit of pleasure was experienced.

Then, coming down, she felt her legs start to weaken. She released her nipples as Jeffrey withdrew his fingers from her pussy, then collapsed on top of him, gasping for air and utterly limp from exhaustion.

Jeffrey held her, stroked her hair and after a while Beth’s breathing slowed and she relaxed against him. She lay curled up in a ball, her head against Jeffrey’s chest.

They were quiet for several minutes, a soft breeze in the cool night air producing a pleasant tingling sensation. Together they looked at the stars, watched the slow rise of the moon, and felt each other’s hearts beat.

The combination of emotions and nocturnal surroundings they both found so stimulating worked to arouse their desire again. Beth felt Jeffrey begin to stir and smiled as she realized that her husband had not yet had enough of her. They both needed to stretch some though and Beth spoke first.

“How about a stroll through the yard?” Loosen up the muscles a bit.

“Sounds good. The web pattern of this chair must be ingrained in my ass by now!”

They laughed at the thought but when Jeffrey stood it was there, a crisscross weave starting at the back of his upper thighs, covering his ass and rising up over most of his back.

“What?” asked Jeffrey in response to Beth’s hearty laughter.

Beth just pointed as Jeffrey realized the source of her amusement. He dumbly tried to look around to see his own backside then, realizing the futility of this act, said “A modest price to pay.”

Still laughing, Beth took his hand. “Let’s walk some lover. It’s beautiful tonight and so are we.”

Giving Jeffrey’s hand a slight tug they walked together through their back yard taking in the wet feel of dewy grass against the soles of their feet and enjoying the erotic abandonment of their nakedness.

As they rounded the back yard the new fence loomed in the faint light and the couple stopped to admire it. “You and Michael really did a good job,” Beth complimented.

Jeffrey placed one hand firmly against the fence and pushed against it, torquing his body and putting his shoulder into the effort.

“If nothing else it’s built to last. Very sturdy.”

Jeffrey looked at Beth, took in her beauty and smiled at the thought of her sense of adventure and complete lack of inhibition with him.

She looked back and Jeffrey could see in her expression that she was touched by his appreciation of her. Beth picked up on his thoughts easily and was moved by her husband’s approval.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.”

He took Beth in his arms and drew her close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft. Jeffrey ran his hands down her back and marveled at the soft, delicate feel of her flesh. When he grazed her skin lightly with his fingertips she pushed her body tighter against him, wanting to be enveloped by this man she loved dearly.

Her passion once again aroused in the slight chill of night, Jeffrey’s fingers could detect the fine, minute hairs in the small of her back, electrified by desire.

His reaction was suprisingly quick. His penis stiffened against Beth’s belly, stretching upward and forcing a path between their embrace.

Beth moved up and down slightly, pushing with the balls of her feet, producing a delicious friction against Jeffrey’s cock. Placing a hand behind his head she pulled him to her hungry mouth, driving her tounge in deeply.

Jeffrey probed back,then easing away slightly, sucked her bottom lip tightly between his, biting gently. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled the side of her neck. Beth thrilled to his attentivness.

“Hop up,” he instructed and, holding her at her sides, pulled her up as she jumped and encircled his waist with her legs. He leaned back against the fence for support and sought Beth’s mouth again. The taste of her mouth and smell of her breath produced a deep lustful longing for her.

Beth reached down with one hand and guided Jeffrey’s hard cock into her pussy. Wet and slippery again with her juices, he went in easily.

As Jeffrey’s full length penetrated Beth she shuddered with pleasure and anticipation. Cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands, he pulled her upward and into him. Beth pulled against him and they created a smooth, steady rhythm.

“Oh God, Jeffrey…this is so wonderful.” She threw her head back and released a deep moan. “Ooohhh fuck me Jeff, fuck me, fuck me…oooohhhhh….do me Jeff , fill me with your cock.”

Her lustful moaning was gutteral now, issuing forth from deep within. Lost in the intensity of the moment, Beth cried out again and again completely unaware of her words.

Jeffrey’s cock plunged into Beth as he continued to pull her in and release her, maintaining their rhythm and savoring every sensation. He doubted that any other maltepe escort woman could please him as she did. The feel of her sopping pussy sliding up and down his shaft sent sensations running through his entire body.

Without breaking their rhythm, Jeffrey moved his right hand inward toward the inside of the cheeks of Beth’s ass. He probed with his index finger to the opening of Beth’s pussy and felt his dick moving there.

After rubbing the area for a only a few seconds his fingertip was thoroughly lubricated. Jeffrey moved his finger to Beth’s asshole and deftly slipped the tip into the tight, puckered orifice.

The unexpected move caused Beth to seize momentarily from suprise. Jeffrey’s finger felt like a hot poker. New sensations exploded through her now and for a brief moment she felt faint.

Recovering quickly, she acted instinctively to obtain the greatest possible pleasure. Still riding Jeffrey’s cock she ground her ass on his finger until she took its full length. The feeling increased with intensity as Jeffrey’s finger worked up and down in her asshole in time with the motion of his cock in her pussy.

Beth visualized his long finger entering her, surrounded by the brown rim of her asshole squeezing tightly in response. She pictured the wetness there and what the inside of her ass looked like.

She imagined the dark, tender flesh convulsing against Jeffrey’s finger in spasms. The eroticism of her thoughts drove her into a frenzied blur of thrusting and grinding. Beth wondered if she could ever get enough.

She had experienced anal sex before, only with Jeffrey, and always enjoyed it. She had taken the full length of his cock on those occassions and recalled how large he felt inside her and the hot, delicious sense of surrender she experienced upon penetration.

Beth had never even considered engaging in this act with any man she knew before Jeffrey. The total surrender of flesh and spirit necessary for anal sex was something she could give to him alone. Delighting in this moment, she responded vigorously.

Beth’s reaction affected Jeffrey greatly, his pleasure soaring along with hers. As the many sensations intensified throughout his body he felt his orgasm begin to swell. He knew Beth was close also and wanted them to cum together.

“Ready?” he asked.

Beth heard his voice but it seemed to come from far away. Lost in revelry she had to make an effort to focus but finally managed to utter a response.

“Yes baby, I’m ready…so ready.”

Hearing her approval, Jeffrey let himself go. His cock plunged in Beth’s pussy and his finger probed her ass with an added circular motion that took Beth over the edge into an orgasmic experience that shook her body and soul.

“Fuck me Jeff…fuck, fuck…fuuccck me! Ram me with your cock! Finger my ass…hard…hard…more…harder…noooowwww!!!!”

Her body was overloaded with sensation. Every nerve demanded release.

Her orgasm flowed through her in cresting waves of sexual delight, one wave after another coursing through her. Beth realized that she was actually having multiple orgasms but gave it no further thought. All she wanted was to enjoy this experience completely.

Jeffrey’s body shuddered as he came, his load pumping into Beth’s pussy. He felt the back flow of his cum streaming down from the depths of Beth’s pussy onto his cock, running over his balls, trailing in between the cheeks of her ass, then finally reaching her asshole where his finger still worked furiously.

He felt his hot cum on his finger and as he continued working Beth’s asshole his cum went deep inside her ass. By the time Jeffrey’s orgasm subsided, Beth was dripping from both orifices. He felt his legs weaken, the tremendous effort finally taking its toll.

Beth rode Jeffrey’s cock until the last wave shook her body, her mouth opened in a silent scream offered up to the stars which looked down on them without judgement, only a silent observer bearing witness to this most natural event. Finally exhausted, Beth felt her body go limp in Jeffrey’s strong but tired arms.

Both done now, Jeffrey used his remaining strength to lower his lover to the ground where he positioned himself beside her and held her gently. For a moment he thought Beth had passed out.

He quickly noticed her rapid breathing though and realized that he had overlooked it because of his own gasping. He also noticed the pounding of his heart and with curiosity placed his hand below Beth’s left breast where he felt his wife’s heart racing frantically.

Jeffrey stroked Beth’s forehead and spoke to her softly. “I love you Beth. You were wonderful. This has been the…the most incredible experience.”

Beth stirred then and looked up at Jeffrey. Her eyes were filled with such an enormous love that Jeffrey couldn’t believe he was its sole recipient. Her love seemed large enough to swallow him and the dark sky above them. Then he heard Beth’s familiar voice affirming her love for him in soft whispers that tugged at his heart.

Back to her usual self now Beth joked, “You’re not a bad lay fella. Might consider you again sometime.”

Laughing at her own joke she watched Jeffrey’s amused reaction as he reached down and held his dick in one hand saying, “I don’t think we broke it. I’ll be happy to service you again ‘mam. Just call and I’ll cum…and cum..and cum.”

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Wow! Time keeps flying between each time I return to drop off a story.

I thought I had loaded these 2 months ago when I wrote them. My greatest apologies to those who may have been waiting or wondering when I’d post again. You can thank Roni for that.

She called a few days ago when she could while her husband was in Paris for 2 days for work. She needed to vent about the women at work, “kids” she called them, her lazy daycare provider and the women at church. I let her rant for as long as she needed. After 20 minutes she laughed and thanked me “Thanks, I needed that.”

I told her she should just flip off the “Kids” at work, they probably never had an orgasm and are frustrated. Tell the daycare people they need your money more than you need them and as for the women at church, just go fuck their husbands. She laughed then said she wouldn’t fuck any of them.

Roni asked why she couldn’t see these two stories, so I hoped online and saw I never actually loaded them. My ADHD kicked in when I started training for a local ½ marathon and forget I hadn’t actually done it. My Bad

After meeting over a recent holiday weekend with several who were involved in these two stories, and getting their OK as they read the other Roni stories, they gave me a thumbs up to write/publish as long I change names, don’t reveal a location, to protect those not so innocent. Enjoy while I work on the one I am currently writing – A request from Roni. :o)

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The following took place over Memorial Day weekend, in a nearby large city, in 2006. I hope you enjoy!

When Roni and I returned to the US and I retired not too long after, as you know, we settled back in my home town. As luck would have it, two couples we’d met along the way (at different duty stations) lived in a nearby large city, so we had a standing invitation to visit either of them when it was convenient. We eventually introduced them to each-other so we visit them alone or together for fun weekends, usually taking in a sporting or other even as well.

Over a number of months, our circle of friends grew to include 15 couples. It ended up being like our own little private club. Sometime 3 or 4 of the couples would get together, go out and enjoy an evening… then fuck like rabbits. Over one such weekend, all 15 couples suggested meeting between each-other, at various places, at different times. After several rounds of phone tag, we all decided to meet at a nearby resort. One of the wives who worked in the travel industry booked 15 rooms for the group, taking up the nearly entire top floor of one wing, with one room left open… luckily it that one was never occupied.

After arriving, everyone got settled, the women all met by the pool for the afternoon to catch up on mom/women chat, and all of the husbands got together at several tables in the corner of the poolside bar. Needless to say, the drinks were flowing.

The three bartenders/waiters were hilarious. All were 24/25ish and definitely preoccupied eye fucking the herd of hotties by the pool. One of them was soaking wet after having fallen into the pool after serving Susie, Chris and Roni who were right at poolside. He tripped as he backed away after handing them drinks. The entire pool area let out a roar better associated with a sporting event. Not the slickest cool move… Rule

, If you’re wanting to seem suave, cool and collected, don’t forget you are standing on the edge of the pool already. He did regain cool points however, taking a big bow in all direction and sauntering off as if nothing happened.

At that point, one of the quieter husbands in the group, Ted laughed and said “Well, we are a lucky bunch of bastards, aren’t we? Each of us has, at one point or another, fucked each and every one of them, somethings in groups of 3 and 4 in a night.” And you three, he said, pointing at Me, Bob and Rick, need to control your women… scaring this poor boy into the pool, point at the blushing young waiter who had just brought him another beer. All 15 of us, and the waiter busted out laughing. Hmm, he is actually good looking, Roni would like to fuck him I think…

We all had to agree with Ted though. It was an awesome assortment, these ladies. Tall, Short, Blonds, Brunettes, a redhead, long hair, short hair, big breasts, small breasts, shaved, trimmed – they came in every combination. The only thing each of them had in common was that they loved sex, to please and be pleased, by us and each-other. They taught each-other all kinds of “tricks”. Roni’s contribution was to teach them all to give better blowjobs… she was proud of that… and the husbands all vehemently approved… LOL

It was then that Don spoke up: “Guys, how many of your wives have said they’d like to try a gangbang? Not just 3 or 4 of us, they’ve all done that once or twice. I mean most or all of us… or even more?… I know Connie has”

Everyone looked around at each-other. Slowly, one-by-one, several began raising their hands, including me. Only two didn’t, but they stated that they were pretty grup escort sure their wives would if given the chance. The sight of Roni taking each of these cocks made me flush, as it appeared to do to everyone around the seating area. Minds raced, smiles appeared, Cocks got hard.

Richard suddenly laughed. We all looked at him with “what-the-fuck” looks on our faces. He laughed again and said: “How could we do that?” Silence greeted his question. After a long pregnant pause, Cliff offered, “We could use a hotel room, not enough room for that line of pussy… We’d need a boardroom table. And thus, our group had a name, the “Executive Board”. As it would turn out, this would be our first meeting. It was fitting that everyone was present.

Everyone laughed. After a minute, Bob spoke up and told us he may be able to ix our dilemma and pulled out his cell phone and dialed a call.

A few minutes later, a hot sexy Blond showed up, Bob smiled and waved her to meet him at a nearby table and started talking quietly, her face turning a bright blushing red. That’s when Cliff hit my arm and whispered “look under the table.” Bob was finger fucking her under the table as they talked.

After a few minutes, she got up and walked away, but not before shooting a glance at all us with a devilish smirk on her face. It was a foregone conclusion that any one of us would have loved to fill her smirking little lips with cock and cum.

Bob came back with a smile on his face and sipped his beer. A few minutes later, Carolyn, the woman, came back and gave an envelope to Bob, smile, said “see Y’all later” and left. Bob opened the envelope and said “Problem solved” as he held a keycard between his first two fingers. We all must have looked confused. He laughed and explain: This key is for one meeting, buffet rooms on the 3rd floor… with a BIG, long table. Carolyn said we can use it for dinner this evening if she can get us some waitstaff otherwise we can just use it for our “Board meeting”

20 minutes later his phone rang. Dinner was on, but only if Carolyn and the three girls could she got to “work” could join. – Bob explained that Carolyn is how we got the whole floor we booked. – She was Bob and Susie’s “unicorn” but had recently started dating a friend of theirs. She had told Bob that was also wanting to become part of the lifestyle. Bob laughed: “Why do you think we introduced you to him.” Tonight, he’d be indoctrinated.

The three girls she was bringing to “serve” were also assorted local “Unicorns” to other couples she knew and dated single guys (including, but not exclusively, the three bartenders). About 3:00, all of the girls came over and grabbed a lap to sit on, some their husbands, some just sat down on any available lap.

Susie asked what we had talked about, curious after having seen Carolyn. Bob said that he had called Carolyn to get a room with a table big enough for us all to have dinner together. The girls all thought it was a good idea. We didn’t tell them about “desert” After 30 minutes or so we all went to our rooms to relax for a while, before we would all met at the bar before dinner at 8:30.

After taking showers and Roni spending forever trying to decide what to wear, he settled, of course, on a forming fitting but loose mid-thigh yellow and pale blue sundress with G-string and of course no bra over her perfect tits… so predictable, she loves guys staring at her tits, which makes her nipples rock hard, which makes guys stare… it’s a vicious circle. As we walked to the door to head to the bar I remarked: “Hoping that dress gets you some cock tonight dear?” Roni’s reply, with a grin: “Yes, is that OK”, she teasingly replied. I said “sure” all you want, fulling knowing what would be coming in the next several hours.

By 7:30 everyone was in the Bar, all gathered on one side. Carolyn was talking with Bob as Susie made the rounds. Carolyn left at 7:45 and Bob made the rounds. As he did, he let each of the men know Carolyn had also brought in 3 the three bartenders from the pool. They were three of Susie’s young, single male playthings. When she asked them if they’d enjoy what was going to happen they didn’t hesitate. She told them what to wear and to just follow the lead.

At 8:15 we all went to the meeting room.

The room was down a long corridor and around the back corner of the hotel, with 2 closed doors between us and the rest of the hotel, it was basically in a sound vacuum. It was fairly big, with a long oak table in the middle, under a long large typically tacky, low budget chandelier. You could dim the light, so it set a nice ambiance in the room.

Everyone enjoyed dinner and drinks. Carolyn and her new BF Drake joined us as thanks for having been excellent hosts. T the girls and guys were very attentive, making sure to be friendly and flirty the whole time, with those of us having dinner, and with each other. The girls dressed in short skirts, white button-down shirts just tight enough to show the tops of their iranlı escort pushup bras and bulging breasts, the guys in nice dress slacks, White shirts and ties. As a more than one of us had come to find out, none of the girls had panties on… go figure… LOL

After dinner was over and a lot of spirits had been drunk, about 9:30, the lights dimmed more and the back-ground music came on, Carolyn went out and brought the girls and guys back in and told them to relax, their work was over and we wanted to open the bar to them as well. They pulled up chairs around the end of the table and joined the party. Everyone chatted for a while and enjoyed the company. What none of the wives noticed was that Carolyn had locked the door after entering.

After an hour or so, everyone god and buzzed, Bob knocked his glass on the table to get everyone’s attention.

Welcome one and all he began. It’s so nice that we have all been able to get together at this time. Other than these six young people, he said pointing to the Bartenders/Waitresses.

We, the men, decided earlier today to give this group a name. Hence forth is brought up for a vote that we be known as “The Executive Board” All in favor, say Yes. Giggles and a unanimous chant of yes. Then it shall be, we are “The Executive Board. (clapping/toast)

Ted then stood, I hereby nominate Bob and Susie as Chairmen and Lady of the Board. – More cheers and toasts.

Dan then stood and asked, what is our first order of business, sir?

Bob, pausing for effect, then states: Carolyn and Drake, please stand and join me at the head of the table.

Carolyn and Drake, is has been brought to our attention that you would like to be members of the board, based on your affiliation to myself, Susie and other members of the board. Do you so wish? Group, is there a nomination

Susie: I nominate them

Bob: Does anyone second the nomination?

Two other couples respond in the affirmative.

Bob: Carolyn and Drake: Do you ask that we approve our status?

Carolyn/Drake: Yes

Bob: Does the Board approve?

The Group: Yes!!

Bob: The motion is granted, pending initiation.

At this point, everyone claps and toasts the newest couple saying Speech!! Speech!!

Laughing, Drake says a simple thank you. Carolyn says thank you as well, but continues.

Carolyn: “These six, pointing to the girls/guys sitting off the corner of the table, would also like to be inducted as associate members until such time as they become official couples. As singles, they will willfully support your needs as full members. I hereby nominate them.”

Bob, to the singles: Please join me.

Carolyn and Drake sit back down, the six newcomers move to Bob, girls on his left, guys to his right.

Bob: “Look to the Board assembled before you. Each of these 15 couples have fucked all of these others. At times alone, at times in groups. If you go forward, you agree to fuck each of them when asked. Until you are full couples and members, that will be your purpose.”

He then asks each of them, by name, if they truly wish to join and go through the initiation process. Each state that they do.

Bob: Very well.

He moves the girls to the head of the table, lined up tallest to shortest. Members of the Board, Kristen, Angela and Kate wish to join our group. Which of the young men should stand with them?

Laughter, whooping and names fill the room. In the end, Dennis is matched to Kristen, John with Angela and Toby (pool boy) gets matched to Kate who is barely 4’11” which is why the girls matched her with Toby, since he is short as well. If only they’d known. Each male moved behind the matched girl.

Bob: let the initiation begin

Bob turns the girls around and tells them to kiss the man in front of them. Whenever a direction is given, you must obey. They all begin kissing. After a few minutes, Susie says stop, ladies face the table, men, remove their clothing… slowly and then caress them from behind. Slowly, to horny people in their early mid 20s, is relative, especially in front of 32 other horny people. Clothes flew off in a matter of seconds and the 3 girls were nude and being groped and finger-fucked while feeling every pair of eyes on them.

After 5 minutes, Michelle (Ted’s wife) yells out, turn sideways and strip your men. Feeling a need to be out of the limelight for a second the girl willingly complied, turning themselves and the boys sideways to the table, and strip their clothes off. All three couples now naked, with a hard cock raise up in between them. Another female voice yells out, Stroke it!! With that each girl took hold of their matched man’s cock and began stroking it. When Kate looked down, she was, as we would latter find out, greeted with the biggest cock she’d ever seen

Roni’s eyes were fixed on Toby’s cock too. It was by far the largest, a good 9.5 inches, thick and obviously rock hard. She was nearly drooling. “You want that one, don’t keçiören escort you my little slut” “Oh fuck yeah” was her short breathy response. It was time to tease her.

Getting up, I took her by the hand and started to walk to the head of the table. When we got there, the girls were still stroking the guys and had them fully erect. Girls, get on your knees and kiss and lick their cocks I said.

Roni stood there, staring at Toby’s, and barely heard me when I asked the crowd if the girls should suck them and if they had problems I could make Roni train the girls. Everyone started chanting SUCK THEM SUCK THEM SUCK THEM!!

Each of the girls knelt down and started to suck. As I expected, (and I knew from Bob) Kristen and Angela had no problem and devoured their respective cocks. Poor Kate struggled to get much of Toby’s cock in to her mouth. I put my hand on Roni’s shoulder and guided her to her knees.

Roni, show her how to do it. Roni, looked at me and I repeated what I had said. Roni gently back Kate of and licked Toby’s cock, making sure it was nice and wet. It took her 5 strokes of her skilled mouth and she had her lips all the way to his pelvic bone, stroking his entire cock with her mouth for a minute. I backed her off and told her to tell Kate how to work a cock. I knew it would be mostly fruitless, Kate as just too small for the cock. She did surprise everyone after getting half of it in her mouth by the time he filled her mouth with so much cum that it spurted out the side of her cheeks and ran down her chin. She actually had a real sense of pride on her face afterwards and thanks Roni for the pointers.

All of this took about 20 minutes to transpire. When this was done, Bob spoke again.

Men, stand up behind your wife and move all the chairs away… pause, chair are moved… remove their clothing. In less than a minute they women were all naked and the men soon followed. Soon, Susie and Carolyn had passed tubes of lube to each woman and as directed by them, all the men move to and were huddled at the head of the table.

Susie came a directed the three new girls to stand at the end of the table and she covered her had with lube and prepped each of them, making sure to slip her slender finger deep inside to get them lubed… not that they needed it.

The girls were told to crouch down. In groups of three, the men moved to them and held their cocks forward. The three, in unison, sucked each of them. After a few minutes, Bob signaled the men and they lifted and turn the girls, bending them over the table and slipping in to their wet young pussies. After a few minutes, Bob told the men to rejoin their wives and the next three men got sucked and fucked the new girls before returning to their respective positions. This went on until the only three left were the bartenders – they had to wait.

Ok Board Members, each of you has fucked to new young members, do you approve them for membership. All agreed – the wives clapped. Bob then laid out the rules for what was about to happen.

Young ladies, he said, speaking to the newest girls, you have been gangbanged by 15 men, and you are about to be fucked by your three new male members. Do you think it is only fair that the rest of the ladies fuck all 18 men as well?

Kristen, Angela and Kate looked at each-other and with Devilish grins said yes, tiny little Kate added: “and they have to suck them as well” and paused before adding for affect: “IN WITH THE COCKS!!” like a queen ordering an execution.

Bob to the group: Everyone will kiss for 60 seconds, then the ladies have two minutes to suck his cock and then the lady will then lay back on the table or turn and bend over it, her choice. The man will then fuck her for two minutes at which time, I will call move and everyone will shift in a clockwise motion. Does anyone have any questions? – There was silence.

Ladies: Time starts… now!

With that, every couple kissed, Bob said time, each woman in the room started sucking their man’s cock. Two minutes later, Bob called time and every pussy was full of cock. This went on until each cock had been in each pussy and mouth. What in theory should have taken an hour and a half (18 cocks/pussies x 5 minutes each), lasted over two hours… Bob sometimes wasn’t real good eyeing his timer… especially when his large cock was in tight little Kate, who, surprisingly was STILL as tight as the first few minutes when she got to me again. The sounds of fucking, moaning and orgasms filled the room.

Roni, loving to be fucked from behind, always chose to bend over the table. We were seated at the end of the table and because of that, I was able to look in to her eyes as each cock took it’s turn slipping in to her tight pussy. Roni made use of her tube of lube to keep fucking, she didn’t want to miss anything, especially Toby. When he came up behind her, I, and everyone else, watched her face. Like me, they’d all seen her fuck a big cock at one time or another and knew she’d cum almost immediately and it would last. True to form, when he slid his long thick cock in to her, it only took three thrusts, after all that fucking and anticipation, for her to let out a yelp like a wolf howling at the moon. It was all over once she had an orgasm. Every cock that entered her after Toby made her cum, hard, and at that point, she goes crazy and will fuck until she passes out.

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“You’re sure you’re not worried, mate?”

“No, not at all.”

Paul Kerr was a bit nervous. He was hoping that both he and his wife would be satisfied by the end of the night, but he feared that something might go terribly wrong.

He looked at Dorothy, who didn’t seem to have any worries at all. She had a big smile on her face, her shoulder-length light brown hair shining against the blue evening light of the midtown Manhattan hotel window, her green eyes glowing with anticipation.

Then, he looked at Robin, this well-built, dark-skinned, brown-eyed man starting directly at him. Robin was clearly a gym devotee; he had rock-hard abs and well-defined biceps, and his chest was completely clean-shaven. He glanced down at Robin’s beige slacks and saw that he clearly had something huge beneath his waist.

Paul’s shirt was also off, but he hadn’t shaved his chest in years. He had a few excess pounds, but wasn’t out of shape by any means; with his mop of dark brown hair and blue eyes, he looked like any typical early-40s white guy from Sydney. Hey, maybe he goes for that look, Paul thought.

Paul glanced at Robin again, smiling at the sight of the curly black hair on his head, imagining what it would be like to kiss and stroke it. He knew his wife was thinking the exact same thing.

“Well, guess there’s no reason to wait, then.”

“You’re eve gelen escort right about that!” Dorothy remarked, quickly removing her bra to expose her large breasts. Robin immediately walked over to her and embraced her, kissing her lovely boobs. Paul was turned on, and removed his pants and boxers as Dorothy did the same to Robin.

Paul walked behind Dorothy to remove her panties, and to get an unobstructed view of Robin’s big black cock. It was so hard and firm that it actually looked like a bone! Paul immediately wanted to move Dorothy out of the way and suck Robin until he came, but he knew he would have to wait his turn. In the e-mails and text messages that led them to this trip and this hotel, Robin made it clear that he would only play with Paul after he had played with his wife. Robin was only “bi in bed,” as he put it.

Paul had been with both men and women before he married Dorothy ten years ago, and wished he had met a man who looked and talked and carried himself like Robin, but such men were few and far between in Sydney. At least America had a few.

For the moment, Paul could only look on as Robin caressed Dorothy, taking her hand and leading her to the hotel bed. Paul climbed in as well and lay next to Robin and Dorothy as they fucked, stroking himself as he looked at gaziosmanpaşa escort Robin’s luscious black ass. He longed to fuck that ass, to make this hot, hard young black man cum.

Robin was clearly impressed by Dorothy, muttering that she was beautiful in between his kisses and licks. Paul smiled as Robin kissed his wife’s midriff and played with her pussy hair before going down on her. “Ahhh, Ahhhh!” she moaned as his tongue flicked into her.

Paul grabbed Robin’s left hand and put it on his wife’s right breast. He knew that would turn her on even more. Indeed, just a few minutes later, Dorothy had an orgasm that nearly deafened Paul.

After licking her pussy, Robin kept kissing down his wife’s thighs, making his way down to her toes, sucking them with enthusiasm. It was so hot seeing Dorothy’s pale toes in Robin’s dark mouth; Paul continued stroking his cock, desperately hoping he wouldn’t cum unless it was in Robin’s sexy ass.

After sucking her toes, Robin stood up and gently flipped Dorothy onto her stomach. Suddenly, Robin began stroking himself, gasping as his intensity began to build. “Uh…” he groaned as his shook his iron-like cock furiously. “Oh, yeah!”

A streaming flash of hot cum landed on Dorothy’s upper back, a few drops landing on her hair. Robin took gölbaşı escort some of the cum and pushed it down Dorothy’s back until it began to run into her asscrack. He then knelt down to lick some of his own cum from her upper back.

The sight of Robin licking his own cum made Paul drunk with lust, and he raised himself up to kiss Robin full on the lips. He was bit nervous that Robin might resist, that there was something in this young black man that might reject the idea of kissing another man and especially an older white man, but Robin offered no resistance, in fact pulling Paul off the bed to fondle his naked pale ass.

“Robin,” whispered Paul, “I wanna fuck you, mate.”

“Go right ahead, dude,” Robin responded. “My ass is all yours.”

Paul became even more aroused by Robin’s sexy words, and quickly ran to his luggage bag to remove a bottle of lubricant. He bent Robin over, spread the lube over his cute chocolate asshole, grabbed his hips and began to fuck his ass. He pounded away at Robin’s love hole as his wife looked up, now on her back and smiling.

Paul could see Dorothy play with her pussy as he fucked Robin’s black ass. Both men were groaning in pleasure, Robin occasionally reaching back to play with Paul’s balls. It wasn’t long before Paul’s cum roared into Robin’s asshole; as soon as Paul pulled out, both men collapsed on the bed, their bodies nearly hitting Dorothy’s on the way down.

The next morning, Paul was awakened by the morning sunlight streaking through the hotel window—and Robin’s loud snoring. He looked at his naked body next to the equally nude bodies of Robin and Dorothy, and smiled to himself. The only thing he would regret about this trip was having to go back to Sydney.

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My wife is a very beautiful woman. She has a law degree from a first rate university, and is an associate partner in a reputable law firm downtown.

The perfect balance of beauty and brains, Susan is everyman’s dream, and I am no different. We dated for about six months when I proposed marriage to her on bended knee. To my surprise, she said yes!

But her courtesy came with a caveat. She is a modern woman and feminist, and she knows all too well how much of a commodity she is.

With long blond hair, 36D breasts, 26 inch waistline, 36 inch hips, and a protruding, yet round butt, she is a living Barbie Doll. And she just so happens to have a penchant for handsome, intelligent men who are confident and possess a sense of humor.

So her stipulation for marriage was that she could still enjoy the pleasures of many men as she saw fit. She loves me like there’s no tomorrow, but she loves variety, too, and if she finds a guy attractive and wants him sexually, I have to accept this or else she couldn’t marry me.

Thus, I’m amenable to her sexual proclivities as long as she shows me affection and is dedicated to me, which she is, though she would say no man mamak escort owns her.

We had been married a few years and had enjoyed varied sexual situations including, but not limited to, sex with multiple partners. She was in total agreement with my wanting another woman for variety’s sake.

But my wife is so beautiful I never really wanted another woman, and I usually enjoyed just watching her enjoy herself with another man. Or there would be times when she would go without me and tell me all about it when she got home, and then we’d have the most amazing sex.

So no wonder, then, did I look forward to her sexual escapade at the lake house.

The “sexcapade” was to involve a best friend of hers and the friend’s husband.

But what really made it hot was that there were three other guys, including one who was underage. By the time all was said and done, the two women had fucked the brains out of the three men and the boy; yes, even The Boy!

We sat on the bed after we had made love and fucked, too, and had our usual pillow talk discussion. I wanted to know the exact details of the encounter ofise gelen escort at the lake house.

She spoke in excited but measured tones:

“Well, I knew Allison was a little nervous and all, what with her hubby and three hot guys all sitting around wondering when the show would begin, so I broke the ice by suggesting we go upstairs, after we’d had a few drinks.”

“To start things off, the two women started playing with one another. When we were sufficiently aroused, I grabbed Allison’s husband, Greg, by the hand and pulled him onto the bed where where he could forget about his wife. To make sure of this, I put his cock in my ass.”

“Upon seeing this, Allison took The Boy, who looked so young I was afraid to ask, (but he volunteered that he was 18 years old, and proud that he was able to vote!) and she started sucking his lovely stiff cock.”

“One of the other two guys, Kevin, had a big cock. I put that in my mouth and massaged it with the most skilled precision I surprised myself, quite honestly.”

“The last guy, Stuart, was hot. He had the Hollywood looks and confidence otele gelen escort to go with it. He slipped his cock in Allison’s wet pussy, but not before making her cum all over his tongue. When he entered her, Allie’s pussy made a plopping sound!”

“I could feel Greg’s cock get harder as this happened. And then he shot a massive load of my ass. Then Kevin started licking my pussy, getting me aroused so I could mount that big dick of his. He was on his back when I straddled him cowgirl and came in about 60 seconds all over his massive tool.”

“Allison then turned her attention to The Boy. She got on all fours and took the boy doggy style, making him come in very short order.”

“He was ready to go again almost instantly, while the men were exhausted and drained of their fluids. Seeing this I grabbed his cock as if a leash and pulled him toward me. Then I laid on my back and guided the teenager into my wet womanhood.”

“Fucking The Boy was the best part of all. He kept going and going and I kept cumming and cumming! After we were done, though, even The Boy was spent. So Allison and I kissed and cuddled and made love one more time.”

“I walked home, five miles, naked. It was a most lovely afternoon, and I was so grateful to see you, my dear loving husband, waiting for me at the front door. It was the most loved I’ve ever felt since the day you proposed.”

And it was the most invigorating moment of my life, to see my beautiful bride come home to me after a day of sex with other men at the lake house.

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