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He had promised that the massage would leave her completely relaxed and refreshed. She lay on the bed her perfect figure rising and falling gently as she breathed. She was wearing nothing save for an eye cover that he had kept from his last flight home from Barbados.

He crouched beside her and silently started to massage each finger in turn of her right hand. Just this action was sufficient to make him hard in anticipation of what was to come. He slowly worked the warmed oil into her skin, working her fingers to flex the joints, sometimes squeezing to apply pressure to the small muscles and tendons, or applying an ever so light touch to sensitise the skin. He looked up and saw her nipples were pert partly from the coolness of the room, partly excitement of anticipation. Using all the will power he could find he did not rush but worked from her hand to her arm, he could feel her soft skin as he carefully smoothed sufficient oil to allow him to work the massage but not so much as to make it too wet and slippery.

He gripped her arm in both hands and carefully kneaded her flesh, stretching the skin, sometimes in long movements up and down her arm, or working around the arm. So excited he could feel his own juice oozing from the eye of his engorged dick which bounced as he worked at giving her the relaxing massage she wanted, scared that he wouldn’t be able to hold on till the time was right. He worked his way up to her shoulder kissed her lightly on the lips and moved round to the other side of her and slowly massaged her other hand and arm. He was so excited that he was able to take his own juice and use it with the oil to lubricate her flesh. He was so tempted to use one hand on her and one on himself but knew that despite the ache in his balls he must leave his 8 inch erection for her.

When he reached her left should he again kissed her on the mouth, this time he kissed her longingly using his tongue and as she responded he gently sucked her tongue as if giving her the blow job that he intended her to give him.

He moved her arms up by her head and then got on the bed straddling her so that his legs were trapping her arms. He lent forward and started to massage her legs. He carefully worked her thighs massaging the skin and the underlying muscles relaxing her tired legs. Frequently having to wipe the juice from his dick to stop it dripping on her.

As he worked his way down her right leg he had to lean further and further forward as he did so his rigid member got lower and closer to her lips. As he reached her knees his cock pushed gently at her lips which opened willingly her tongue reaching out to taste him her head craning forward from the pillow in an effort to take his glistening purple head into her mouth.

He moved his hands back up her thigh, raising his knob from her lips. She stopped straining to reach it and he let himself back down. Again as soon as she felt the bead of juice on the end of his cock touch her lips she licked it off and again raised her head in an attempt to draw on his thick glans. Using every last ounce of will power he again lifted out of reach.

As he lowered himself down again she had realised what he wanted. As he worked his way down her leg so his rigid member sank slowly into the warm wet interior of her mouth. Little by little it entered until there was sufficient for her to be able to suck and start working on. He could feel her trying to free her arms, but his legs trapped them. She kept trying to draw more of him into her mouth but he would raise himself slightly to prevent her having control.

As porno hikayeleri he worked down her leg his cock sank deeper in to her mouth. Where she had been craving for more she now started to push her head back into the pillow as the end of his cock reached the back of her mouth and stared to nudge at the entrance to her throat.

He paused to let her accommodate him and to let the gagging reflex wear off. As he worked his way down to her ankle, he relentlessly continued to push his cock into her throat so he could feel the tight constriction of her throat around the bulbous end of his knob. Every time she swallowed, which was often, he felt her throat tighten and then relax, milking his solid prick. He felt her lips around the root of his cock and knew he could go no further. He gently started fucking her throat with out any assistance from her while he worked his way back up her leg massaging as carefully on the way up as he had on the down way.

He reached the top of her leg and ever so gently brushed the ends of the hairs on her neatly trimmed bush. He felt her body react instantly and noticed the glistening between her legs showing she was as turned on as he was. Working his way up her leg had caused his prick to come up out of her throat. He leant forward to give her a quick kiss on the wet swollen lips of her mons. As he did so his prick went straight to the back of her mouth and down into her throat. As his lips touched her wet lips her body shuddered as if his touch had given her an electric shock. He raised up and drew his cock from her throat but left it in her mouth where she sucked and licked it, trying to scoop more juice from him. He could feel her opening the eye of his knob by pushing the tip of her tongue into it.

As he carefully massaged her second leg he again lowered his pulsing member down into her throat. As he reached her ankle he started to fuck her throat as he massaged her feet and toes. He had total control she was unable to do anything other than let him do what he wanted. The moans emanating from her indicated that she was certainly not complaining.

He felt his balls swell and the ache became almost painful. He speeded up his assault on her throat and could feel his knob end swelling. He tensed as hard as he could to stem the flow. When he could hold on no longer he with drew and pushed back so his turgid member was resting on her face pointing at her large tits.

He couldn’t help the sound he made as he finally let himself shoot his hot spunk straight on to her tits. He hadn’t seen himself spill that amount of cream in ages. When he had finished he raised up and pushed his softening cock into her mouth where she started to lick hungrily at it cleaning it off and drawing the remnants of his ejaculation from his tube.

He moved his attentions to her body. While the seed was still warm he massaged it into her ample breasts. The already pert nipples hardened under his fingers. As he massaged and tweaked them she moaned where they hurt where they were so swollen with lust.

He calmed down sufficiently to be able to concentrate on the reason for her coming back to his flat the massage. He carefully massaged around her tits taking care not to concentrate on the sexual areas but to ensure her whole body was massaged and relaxed.

Having stretched the skin and flesh of her belly and body he again concentrated on her tits. They were large enough for him to be able to use both hands on each one in turn. Whilst doing this his semi flaccid cock grew in her mouth where she was still working her tongue sex hikaye and sucking on him drawing more of his pre cum into her hungry mouth. By the time he had finished the nipples were dark and swollen and clearly as sensitive as hell.

He raised himself up her head arching up to try to maintain contact with his now rigid 8 inch cock. As he rose she moved an arm down and tried to close her fingers around the girth of his pulsing erection but was unable to maintain her grip as he pulled away.

He went and crouched between her legs and started to massage the inside of her thighs. He moved forward until he was brushing the hairs of her mons. She moaned and it seemed as if she had come just from that touch.

He started to massage her outer lips. She opened her legs wide and tried to shuffle down the bed trying to impale her self on his fingers. He gripped her to prevent her attempts and then teased the outer edges of the lips, sometimes running deeper into the groove. He could see her clit standing proud of its hood all on it’s own like a woman’s erection.

She was so wet he could feel where her juices had been running down and pooling in her crinkly tight hole below. He gradually slipped two fingers of his hand into her causing her to arch her back. He searched for and found her electric spot and started to work it watching her face contort as her body released the sexual expectation that had built up whilst he had been massaging her. His other hand found her clit and carefully worked around it eventually touching it sending shivers racing through her body.

The sweat was evident on her face and body from the orgasms that he was causing to course through her body from the way he was massaging the inside of her went pussy. Her juices were flowing so freely, what weren’t being absorbed into her bum flowed on to form a dark patch on the linen. He could smell her sex and could feel that he himself was again dripping his own pre cum from his exited knob.

He worked his way back down the bed and lowered his face to her mons where he licked at her out lips and at the river of juice emanating from her musky quim. He licked the area between her pussy and her arse dry then ran his tongue deep into the groove and up until he reached her rigid little clit. He drew the clit into his mouth and drew on it as she had to his dick. With his spare hand he reached down and found that her juices had prepared her arse beautifully and he was able to gently slide a finger into her tightest hole with ease and start working against the membrane separating it from her pussy. Her moans became louder as she accepted his attention to her anus.

He gently bit on her clit immediately her body tensed, arched and then shuddered as a higher pitched exclamation came from her throat as she sank back onto the bed recovering from the most intense orgasm so far.

He played with her clit and then slipped his tongue deep into her pussy lapping hungrily at her juices, which continued to flow down to her arse. He carefully worked a second finger inter her tightest hole allowing her love juice to flow from her pussy down and back inside her anus.

He could hold on no longer, his cock and balls were so tight he knew he had to have her. He placed is solid fat cock at the entrance to her pussy and parted the lips further than they had been opened so far as he gently eased his staff into her warm soaking fanny. Her breath caught when he was a two thirds of the way in but when he finally stopped with all eight inches inside her, her breathing resumed the heavy regular pace seks hikaye that it had had before. He waited for her to expand to his size and let her insides move to accommodate his intrusion then he slowly started to fuck this beauty with the perfect figure.

He slowly withdrew and then even more slowly eased himself back inside to the hilt it was as if every time he got to the end of his stroke she would orgasm. Occasionally he would withdraw so slowly and then drive his manhood home with sufficient force to drive the air from her lungs in a gasp.

He lowered his head and started to give her big tits a mouth massage. His dried semen was still on her breasts. The skin tightened by the drying spunk. As he kissed and licked her he gradually cleaned his semen from her. This clearly excited her but the taste of his own semen almost took him over the top.

He knew he wasn’t going to last too long, as he had been so excited before he had entered her. She was writhing, her hair now bedraggled where it was wet with her own sweat. He increased his pace and knew that he was going to blow his wad. He rammed it home to the hilt and held it there as his cock pulsed and bounced within her jetting time and again as his body ejected his come deep inside her.

He lay with her until his dick had once more become flaccid and both had got they’re breathing back to normal.

He turned her over and using some more oil started to massage her back. He gradually massaged the whole of her back shoulders and arms. At first he thought she was going to fall asleep but she rested then moaned gently to his attentions.

He turned himself round and massaged first one leg then the other taking time on each to ensure the muscles were kneaded and stretched to relax them.

When he got to her feet he turned round and gradually worked his way back up her legs. Sitting on her feet he reached forward gradually getting higher and higher up her legs until his fingers reached the honey pot between her legs. He kept going gradually working his fingers deeper inside her pussy. He was pleased to see that he was once more rigid and had a bead of clear juice emerging from his eye.

When she was moaning and writhing once more he withdrew his fingers and worked them into her still wet tight little bottom. He added some more oil and worked it in with his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers and continued to massage her back gradually working himself back up her legs with every forward motion he made with his hands.

Eventually his rigid member was nudging at the crinkly entrance to her bottom. As he applied a little oil to himself and increased the pressure slightly he saw her anus opening for the tip of his manhood to enter. To his delight she pushed back on him causing his solid rod to disappear into her tightest channel.

He slowly eased the full eight inches into her stretching her sphincter to such an extent that he was scared she would split.

He could feel the heat of her stretched round his shaft for its whole length, it was almost too much. She started to move below him causing the end of his knob to rub and ping on something deep within her. Whatever it was she liked it, within seconds she was in the throws of an orgasm the likes of which he had not seen her have before. He started to move with her and could feel his bollocks swelling. His prick felt as if it was on fire and hurt where it was so engorged and rigid.

Finally he could hold on no more…

With a jolt he awoke to feel his prick pulsing and wet warmth around his balls and rapidly softening prick. He put his hands down and felt that his bed shorts were saturated in semen in one area and stiff with dry semen in another. Whatever the dream was it must have been good and lasted longer than he had!

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As Mary left the room, confused and dazed, her Master leaned back in his seat. Stroking his moustache, he inhaled the lingering scent of her from his fingers. He knew that this young woman would prove an interesting diversion. It had been a long time since he had found a maid with a sensuality to match his own. She may have been an innocent, untouched, but now he knew that she would want to explore, that she would be whoever he wanted her to be, do whatever he wanted her to do. He thought back over all the women he had possessed, many of them maids from this House. Only one, he considered, came close to matching Mary’s fervour. Strange, he thought, that one had had the same tall stature, the same wealth of long hair the colour of sun-kissed wheat….

Meanwhile, Mary made her way down to the kitchens where she knew Cook would be waiting for her with a list of duties. She felt a deep hunger, a longing to finish what her Master had started, a need to reach that peak of pleasure that he had cruelly denied her. But she had no time; her duties were endless, even minutes spent in the privy were begrudged, but she didn’t think she could wait until nightfall and the silence of her attic room. Luck was on her side today, however, as Cook laid out her errands for the day.

She was to take a packed lunch down to the far pasture where Mr Brook, the chief groom and the stable lads were exercising the horses. They knew lunch was coming; she was to set off without delay. It was a long walk, at least a mile and difficult going in winter, but Mary welcomed the diversion. She knew she had to pass through a small copse of trees before reaching the pasture-that would afford her the privacy she needed. She fetched a warm cloak and hefted the baskets that Cook had packed-pastries, cooked meat, cheese and bread. Setting off at a brisk pace, bright in her red cloak, she enjoyed the walk. The day was cold but the winter sun was bright and she relished the chance to be out in the clean crisp air. She couldn’t take her sex hikayeleri mind off her master’s behaviour that morning. Why had he stopped? Was that her punishment? She could feel the moisture still between her legs, and she speeded up, a desire to touch herself there growing stronger. Reaching the small wood, she soon found a clearing created by the felling of a huge oak. The trunk lay neglected, and this was perfect seating for her. She was warm after her walk, and didn’t feel the cold as she slowly lifted her petticoats and began to fumble in her underclothes.

Unbeknown to Mary, Mr Brook the groom had sent one of his lads to meet her. He knew the maids sometimes had funny ideas about the wood and, being a thoughtful man, he dispatched Jack, the youngest stable boy, to guide the maid through the trees. Jack had spotted her red cloak from afar and had altered direction to meet her. Jack was a quiet boy, only 19, but good with the horses: he claimed gypsy ancestry and knew plant lore, curing them where others had failed.

From the direction the girl in the red cloak had taken, Jack knew she was headed for the oak clearing and made his way there, grumbling a little at being away from his beloved horses.

He saw Mary sitting on the tree trunk, facing away from him, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She appeared to be rubbing at her belly, and he heard a low moan escape her lips. Was she hurt? He wondered, and made to step forward. Then he realised that her legs were spread apart, her petticoats raised and her hand was buried between her legs. He edged slowly around the clearing, hidden in the trees until he could get a clearer view of what was happening. What he saw shocked him beyond all imagining. Mary had her knees drawn up and her thighs spread. He could see wet pink folds, half hidden by her frantically rubbing fingers; her fingers seem to dip inside her, Mary pushing her fingers in deeper and deeper. He gasped out loud at such an erotic display. Mary, in her throes of ecstasy, sikiş hikayeleri heard and her eyes flew open. She saw the tall young stable boy in front of her, staring at her private parts so lewdly exposed, his hand covering his groin, beginning to rub at what lay there. Shocked, she tried to pull down her skirts, but he stepped forward to stop her.

‘Please’ he said ‘please don’t stop. I want to watch, I won’t hurt you, I just want to watch’.

He raised his eyes to her face and she saw desire there. He moved closer and knelt in front of her. In a daze, she pulled her skirts up again, spreading her thighs. For the first time, Jack smelt the rich tang of an aroused woman and this overpowered him; a heady musky scent, he wanted to taste it, to drown in it. He leaned in closer, his face between her thighs, watching her fingers stroke the fleshy lips of her sex.

‘Can I touch you?’ he asked quietly ‘I just want to touch,,,I won’t hurt you,’ and he lifted a fingertip to join hers, stroking at the pink folds and crevices, reaching deeper into her vagina, feeling the wetness there. His fingers didn’t have the expertise of her Masters, but she was so sensitive that any touch would have her crying out in passion.

Mary groaned-she pulled her thighs back as far as she could to allow his fingers better access. As she held her lips apart for him he began to probe her deeper and deeper. She could feel her passion building, and felt release coming. Then he stopped. Opening her eyes, she watched him move closer, and suddenly she felt his mouth on her, his tongue licking at her sex, sucking at the folds of flesh. This feeling was like nothing she had experienced. His lips moved over her mound and kissed the crisp curls of hair, and then back to that nub of tissue that seemed the centre of her pleasure, provoking irresistible sensations that made her forget all about her Master, all about her work. Her hands found their way down to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her, holding him erotik hikaye tightly in the fragrant glade of her sex, sucking and licking at her womanhood. She reached her climax, her pelvis rocking against him, and the pleasure seeming to go on and on, not fading, until at last she was exhausted and had to push him away.

Jack stood up, his face smeared in her juices, his eyes glazed with longing; his cock was hard, almost painful. He had never been with a woman, but the other stable hands, all older, had talked a lot, and for the first time he understood the hold that these fragile creatures had. Looking down at Mary, her legs were still lewdly held apart, her breathing coming in short gasps; he wanted to bury his cock in her to the hilt, to feel her engulf him. She looked up and smiled; it was if she knew what he wanted and she reached for him, freeing his cock herself and running her small hands up and down the shaft. She hadn’t seen her Masters cock yet, only felt it inside her and she wanted to learn what she could from this boy.

His erection was so firm that it stood flat and tight against his stomach, rigid and unyielding, smooth as carved stone. She ran her fingertips around the tip and watched him shudder, then started to caress his shaft with short, light strokes. She could feel it twitch between her fingers, and suddenly knew she wanted him to plunge into her. Leaning back on the old oak trunk, resting on her elbows, her thighs spread in invitation, she guided him into the entrance and felt the weight of him against her. Pushing himself against her, he groaned as he felt the incredible heat of her, the wetness and slipperiness that surrounded him. All too soon, the feeling was too much and he erupted, flooding her with his seed.

For a moment he rested against her, then stood up, still trembling slightly.

He watched as she wiped herself carefully, shuddering whenever she inadvertently touched her sex, knowing that she still wanted more. She smiled at him and he knew then that this was going to be only the first time. Settling her skirts, she made to get up to collect the baskets.

He took them from her, and silently, not needing to talk, they went to take lunch to the rest of the stablemen.

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“Mum you promised you’d come and watch the hockey match after school on Thursday.”

“I know darling but I just can’t get out of this meeting.”

The feeling as his magnificently hardened cock sunk into me not only took my breath away but also took my mind off everything else.

“There’s some cold chicken in the fridge and loads of salad you can have for dinner.” I said to my husband from the hallway where I was giving my hair and make-up one last inspection. “By the way don’t wait up I might be late, school reunions can go on a bit.” I added scooting out of the house.

I knew that I shouldn’t let him do it in the car parked in a field in the semi-darkness. But the feel of his hand slithering up my thigh that, unconsciously, almost, I opened for him was so thrilling that nothing outside of him, me and our bodies had any significance.

Affairs are like that.

The guilt and the loss of self esteem at the excuses I had to make to my daughter and husband were horrible to bear. The thrills and excitement I got from my lover, though, made up for that and more.

They’re rarely completely satisfactory. They can’t be really can they? By their very nature it’s almost impossible? They’re elicit, naughty, often unfair and usually extremely difficult for all involved. They’re relationships that are outside a marriage or other relationships. They’re liaisons and the coming together by two parties who shouldn’t really come together at all!

Mine was all of that and more. It was everything most people expect an affair to be. Exhilarating, stupendous, amazing, fantastic and mind-blowing. It was disappointing, heart-breaking, horrible, frustrating and thoroughly emotionally draining. I had the most amazing sensations, incredible sex, powerful feelings of love and lust intermingling and lots and lots of affection. I had to lie and cheat, duck and dive and be a different person as circumstances changed. I felt tremendous frustration when I couldn’t be with him and enormous jealousy when I imagined him in bed with his wife. I hated us getting up from hotel beds and going home when every sinew in my body cried out for us to stay there together all night, if not forever. And as the affair got underway I could hardly bear to be in bed with my husband let alone have him make love to me.

Did I enjoy it? Am I pleased I did it? Would I do it again? Was it worthwhile? Hmmmm tough questions to which I don’t really have answers? All I know was that during the almost year to the day that I knew David I felt more wanted than I ever had or ever have since. I felt loved and desired and more of a woman than I could have previously imagined. He so fulfilled my every need during the time we were having the affair that I think, in all probability, he was the love of my life as I was of his.

I’d been with Kevin, my now very much ex husband, for around ten years when it happened. We were together for another four or so after it. For all the time prior to that I would never have dreamed that I would have an affair. I was the devoted, doting wife. I was love-blind. There was no doubt in my mind that Kevin and I would spend the rest of our life together with our daughter and that we might, as time went on, add to our family. That’s why, when I had very strong reasons to believe he’d had an affair I was devastated. But I shrugged it off. That is until the next time when we had the most amazing rows and parted for a while. He persuaded me to let him back though. And that wasn’t too hard for I still felt I loved him and I was so scared of being alone and sending our daughter’s father away from her. When I suspected he was “at it” again and again, my views and standards I suppose dropped. I lost faith in and respect for him. My love went out the window although there were times when his charm and charisma still got to me and with those characteristics he was able to get my knickers off and persuade me to have sex with him. That though reduced in frequency rather rapidly after I met David.

“They seem to get on so well, it’s as if they’d known each other for ages isn’t it?” The attractive forty something guy in the bright yellow rain top and jeans said.

“Yes it is and that’s strange for Brad doesn’t usually get friendly with other dogs smaller than him,” I replied returning his smile.

And that’s how it started. That’s how the love affair of my life began. Walking our dogs for Christ’s sake.

There was a group of us, probably seven or eight that met in the large field that ran alongside the forest that was just a short drive from my house. Sometimes, especially in the better weather we all turned up and walked together but at other times there might just be a couple of us and on occasions just two or even me by myself. We were quite a mixed bunch with ages ranging from me, probably the youngest, in my early thirties, to a pair of really lovely older ladies who must have been well into their seventies or eighties. The gender mix was mainly women with a couple of older sex hikayeleri guys and David.

Yes David, in the yellow rain top and jeans. David who said “they get on well don’t they” as the first words we ever exchanged? David with the lovely smile and twinkling eyes. David the man I fell for. And David the man that fucked me in those very woods where the two dogs had got on very well!!!

But I get ahead of myself. I let my reminiscences become too vivid. My thoughts about David and me writhing naked in beds in hotels, squirming together on the back seat of his or my car or making love so magically in the open air, are starting to direct and control the flow of the story. And that mustn’t happen for this account needs to have a mood, pace and style all of its own. This isn’t a piece of fuck fest. It isn’t a quick jerk off story. I’m not writing this purely for sexual titillation. No this is real, this is part of my life, a major and important part of me. I feel the need to tell the story. The story of David and me. The tender, loving, erotic and so sexual tale of our affair. And for me to relate that to you takes time. I will need to paint pictures with words. To describe the situation and to build the suspense up for you just as the impending affair built it up for him and me.

And that in some ways was the most amazing aspect of the affair. That period between the merest tingle of the thought, “does he want me and do I want him” and his magnificently hardened cock sliding almost ceremoniously up me? That and the realisation that as I gave myself to him so all my marriage vows were being ripped into tatters. Everything I thought I’d believed in about the sanctity of marriage, the trust and the loyalty was slipping away just as easily as my knickers slid down my legs to give my lover access to me.

From the time he said about the dogs getting on well we became walking partners. We walked alongside each other. In dog walking etiquette, and believe there is one, we became a walking pair. Our dogs got on well and that’s important. I mean you can’t walk with someone when your dogs hate each other can you? We tended to fall behind the others. After a while we started getting there a little later so that the others had set off. And then we began walking just the two of us. Just him and me. Just David and me.

I found myself dabbing on a little extra make up, spraying perfume or brushing my shoulder-length, chestnut hair more carefully than I’d ever done before a dog walk. I discarded the baggy old jeans and wore, tighter, smarter designer versions. In the cold of winter I’d wear a nicer top coat and in the warmth of spring and summer, tighter more revealing tops or sweaters. All of this was unconscious and went on for several months. But then bear in mind it was just a half hour dog walk five days a week. Two and half hours of exposure to each other often in the company of others and always in the open air with our dogs around. Not that conducive to chat up lines, flirting and come on suggestions. But somehow it worked and just six months after he said, “they seem to get on so well,” so he was saying to me. “Mandy that was amazing,” as he let his now limp penis slip from my still wet and throbbing pussy.”

Again though I get ahead of myself. But that’s so easy to do in my eagerness to tell you about my affair with David. But why am I so keen to do that? Why do I want to reveal my innermost thoughts and most intimate feelings? I know why. It’s because I want to relive that year. Because I want to revisit those magically sexy times, those enticingly erotic moments, that wonderfully romantic period. Yes I want him back in my new life. The one you and I share. The one that only exists in words not actions and deeds. Yes I need and want David to fuck me with my words as I’ve been doing in all those submissions I’ve made to Lit. Does that make sense to you? It’s absolutely crystal to me.

It was just a coffee. A fairly rotten instant one at that in a tatty café on the edge of the forest. But that was the real start. The beginning. That established something between us other than dog walking.

“Black no sugar,” were the first words I said to him as more than a dog walking friend.

I don’t remember at all what we chatted about as we sat across from each other in the open air. I remember it was springtime and yes the trees were in bud, the daffodils were just ending, the tulips beginning and all the falsely romantic things that are said about springtime were around us. Including the “young man’s” fancy I wonder??

We had coffee again a day or so later and it then became a regular feature of our walk. And it was very much our walk now for we went out of our ways to positively avoid the others. We went later, met at a slightly different place and walked another route. None of that was consciously planned, we didn’t discuss it but like so many things between us, it just happened because, I suppose, we both wanted it to happen.

Still nothing was said sex hikayeleri and certainly nothing was done by either of us to suggest what we were doing was anything other than two adults walking and chatting. Deep down, though, I think I felt something. I feel that I was becoming aware that the more I was with him the more I wanted to be with him. I couldn’t in my wildest imaginings think that anything other than a friendship would happen between us. He was seemingly fairly happily married with three children and I had never been one to even consider straying. Kevin and I had our ten year old daughter and, although we’d had some rocky patches, neither of us would dream of doing anything that could harm her.

So I mused April away looking forward to and enjoying my dog walks that by now were becoming longer and longer. David had explained that he mainly worked from home doing something with computers, that I didn’t even try to understand, his wife held a fairly high powered job in the Civil Service and their children were at boarding school so his time was very much his own.

“In any case, I prefer working in the evenings and late at night, it gets the juices running and I’m more creative.” He’d said, to which I’d quite innocently replied.

“Really,” as I smiled at him and, for some reason, raised my eyebrows as I added. “That’s when mine flow the most.”

We both laughed at the unintentional but quite strongly provocative double entendre.

“I bet they do the lucky man,” he joked before we changed the subject.

The hard, throbbing cock felt so marvellous in my mouth. The large, soft, slightly hairy bag containing his balls felt as exciting in my hands as I rolled the two orbs around before sucking first one, then the other and then both into my mouth. My imagination was racing as my hands squeezed my full breasts, pinched and pulled my nipples and then plunged between my thighs that closed tightly round them.

Lying in the middle of our marital bed naked I was fucking myself. Making love to my own body in the middle of the day. The window was open and I could hear the noise of the mower as Tom our gardener did the lawn. I was masturbating more frequently recently. As Kevin and I rowed more often so our lovemaking diminished. I found it difficult and very frustrating to take after having had regular, nearly daily, sex for so long.

My crimson painted fingernails contrasted sharply with the creamy, suntanned as it was early in the year, flesh of my breasts as they dug into it leaving little red marks. The pink of my nipples looked fierce and appealingly suckable as I pulled and pinched them alternating between sending surges of sexual feelings and shocks of pain through my body.

I was near. Very near. I was at that stage where the eyes are tightly shut, the mouth is open and the head is starting to roll from side to side. At the phase where arousing the breasts is not enough. At the point where the epicentre of a woman’s sex has to be stimulated. I had reached the level that demanded total sexual gratification. Yes I was in that state of female masturbation where my hands had only one place on which to focus, one area to coax that little more I needed to take me over the edge. I was concentrating, zeroing in and focusing my fingers attention on the place they had to be. Right on my cunt.

And as they stroked and slithered around my lips, slid inside and then rubbed around my clitoris I started to cum. To cum hard and long. As my straightened fingers plundered my innards plunging in and out of that tingling tunnel as I fucked myself so David’s face came into my mind. In my imagination I was being fucked by my dog walking friend.

“Would you like to see it?” David asked one morning when we sitting in the outside café sipping our coffee.

“Yes I would but I don’t think I’ll understand it.”

David had been trying to explain to me what he did but being IT almost illiterate I couldn’t grasp the concept of the worldwide web as he termed it. It was equally impossible for me to understand what websites and dotcom companies, neither of which I’d heard of, could possibly be. But this was 1999!

I felt very strange actually being in his house. It was odd seeing photos and other examples of his day to day life. His wife’s and children’s coats hanging up, pairs of green wellies in a box in the porch, two mugs on the draining board that presumably he and his wife had used for breakfast. We stood in the kitchen as he made coffee, proper stuff in a cafettiere, EDITED

There was a tension between us that I’d never experienced before. We were, I realised, totally alone for the first time. Always we’d been in the open with others nearby or around. Here it was just him and I. Just the two of us. Nobody else. I felt nervous, ill at ease and a little edgy. The conversation had dried up. He focused on making the coffee as I looked through the kitchen windows at the fairly large garden that I suddenly imagined him and his wife working on together sikiş hikayeleri on a Sunday morning. My throat was dry and my pulse seemed to be racing. I still hadn’t given any thought whatsoever to where our relationship was going or, even, if it was going anywhere. The only time there was anything other than a perfectly respectable dog walking partnership was when I was naked masturbating. And then I have to admit that more and more David was a feature in my lurid imaginings.

For most of my married life, and really that coincides with the greater part of my adult life, masturbation has played little part. Since meeting Kevin when I was just over eighteen and starting to live with him when I was in my early twenties other than when he went away on business trips we must have had sex most days and certainly at least three times every week. Thus, when the supply was turned off, more I have to say by me than him, it’s hard to take. And in a thirty two year old, as my memory suggests I was then, it’s particularly difficult and I found that after say, five or six days without sex I suffered from enormous pangs of frustration. I was on edge and prickly a lot of the time, would lose my temper easily and found it hard to focus and concentrate on anything for long. The DT crossword, for instance, became an impossibility!

On top of all that I would, without any warning, become enormously aroused. I’d find an irritation starting near my pussy that within seconds had stormed through my body making my breasts seem so heavy and my nipples become like organ stops. I would almost pant and have what in other circumstances with older women would be called a hot flush. I’d see a fanciable man, a pert bum or a good looking face and I was mentally in bed with them. I could see sexual innuendos and suggestions in the most ridiculous things and I walked around like I imagine a bitch in heat does. Permanently, almost, aroused and hot.

Inevitably that led to me reverting to, what I thought of then as, the teenagers remedy. Doing it myself to myself. Yes making love to my own body in effect fucking myself. I adopted a sort of ritual for it that included, usually, picturing a scene in my head that involved me indulging in one of my fantasies. At the time I recall those as me being in a gang bang, being forced to have sex and lots of lesbian action. But more and more, although I swear it was totally unintentional, David featured somewhere in my masturbation. Often not until I was near or actually cumming but then with increasing frequency, I extremely vividly “saw” him to the point that on several occasions as the waves of orgasmic release poured over me I found myself saying out loud.

“Yes, yes David, fuck me, fuck me make me cum hard for you.”

I was almost blushing at these thoughts as David said.

“Black as usual Mandy?”

“Er, um, er, yes, yes thanks David,” I replied taking the elegantly thin white mug he was handing to me.

“Come on I’ll show the wonderful world of the Internet,” he said, putting his arm round me loosely, urging me through the kitchen door before him. “Up the stairs to the right,” he added gently pushing me, the feel of his hand in the small of my back making me slightly shudder.

As I walked up the stairs ahead of him I was acutely conscious of his eyes being on my bum. I was wearing, probably rather too, tight jeans and I knew that my bottom and hips swayed quite a lot and I wondered what he was thinking. “Did I,” I thought, “exaggerate the movements?”

We walked along a landing passing what I assumed were bedroom doors but each were closed. I guessed there’d been an extension to the house at some time and that the upstairs part of that had been turned into his office. It was quite cramped with the desk and filing cabinets, a bit messy with piles of papers everywhere and at least four computer screens, a printer and other IT equipment.

He sat down at a keyboard and a screen lit up. He messed around with the keys as I stood beside him my hand resting on the back of his chair. His head was bent as he concentrated on typing some gobbledegook language that he later told me was DOS, what ever the hell that was? I could see his surprisingly long neck with his hair over the collar of the thickish denim shirt and for a mad moment I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it.

I tried to take in what he was telling me about this new technology that now he mentioned it did ring bells for I recalled reading about and watching something on TV. It was all a bit difficult though and despite me feigning interest I think he soon realised it didn’t really do me that much for me.

Turning and looking up at me and flashing one of his lovely smiles he said. “Well you just remember in a few years when this is changing your life where you saw it first.”

“Yes sir,” I replied jokingly my hand accidentally touching his shoulder as he turned.

I moved it away as he stood up alongside me. We were close, very close, too close I suppose for two people forging a normal relationship. So close that my breasts were almost touching his chest and I could smell his aftershave that, guiltily I worked out, was Eternity, the same as my husband often wore.

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Jax sat back and sighed, “I love coming here, but it is impossible to keep the pounds off.” He turned to the girl refilling his wine, “Tell Jacques he’s going to be needed spotting me in the workout room this evening.”

The girl laughed as she topped off everyone’s glass and went to get Christie another IPA.

“I’ve told him he’s personally responsible for helping me work off the calories when he goes nuts.” Jax said, “I think he just likes having someone to work out with.”

Ed looked over at Jax, “I can spot you. You have weights? Free, I mean?”

“We have everything. I prefer the free weights, but I think we have just about every type of machine there is. I’d love the company if you want.” Jax replied looking at the other man, “I get the feeling you’d have no problem keeping up with me.”

Ed laughed, “Not really. I’ve been able to maintain my core strength, but can’t press what I used to.” He looked at Christie, “Are you going to be alright if I work out this evening? Or would you like to join us?”

Christie groaned, “Not a chance. I’m not going to put myself in that position. You guys stacking on the weights, me with just the one, or benching the empty bar.” She smiled at them, “You guys have fun. I never got to go into the pool earlier and I might swim some laps.”

Jax turned to Rick, who was nearest of the three boys to Jax. “Can you boys not go riding this evening and go swimming?”

“Sure!” Rick said, perhaps a little eagerly.

Christie laughed, “I’m not going to drown, I’ll be fine.”

Jax shook his head, “House rules. No one swims alone. I’d prefer to have someone there if you want to swim. Also, they ride enough every evening.”

Ed looked at the boys, “I’d like to ride with you sometime. It’s been years since I’ve ridden, but if you want me along…”

“Sure! How about tomorrow? We were thinking of trails above Reno. We did them a few years ago and would love to have both of you along.” Mike replied.

“Sorry, I don’t ride. Why don’t you go and have fun. Actually, it might be nice to just relax. I mean, I did bring books to read.” Christie said suddenly blushing.

Ed looked over and grinned, “Sorry.” He looked at the three boys, “Sure, I’d love to. I assume you have all the gear.”

Jax got up, “Well I’m going to go change into my workout clothes. Ed? Meet out in the gym in half an hour or so?”

Ed got up, “Well I am going to go change, so I’ll see you back in the room?” He said looking at Christie. “You coming back soon?”

Christie laughed, “You go ahead, I’ll sit here and finish my beer with the boys. Don’t hurt yourself trying to match Jax.”

Ed groaned, “Yeah, that guy looks like he could lift a house.” He shook his head and headed down the hall.

Christie looked at the boys, “I really don’t have to swim if you want to take the bikes out. I have reading to catch up on and plenty to do.”

Jimmy grinned, “Actually, we don’t need to ride every night. I love the pool, how warm it is compared to the cool air. Especially in the evening.” He unconsciously flicked his eyes down to the girl’s chest and back to her face.

Christie laughed, “You boys can say it. You want to see me in the bikini again and it wouldn’t be terrible if I got out wet and hit the cold mountain air.” See looked down at her chest and back up and giggled when she saw all three blush furiously. She stood up grinning and winked at them. “I’ll meet you in the pool area in 20.” As she started down the hall she turned knowing they were all looking and stopped to face them. “Oh, should I wear the one-piece or a two piece?” She grinned hearing them mumble two piece and went down the hall.

When she entered the room, she saw Ed standing there naked and stopped. “Oh Christ, sorry. I should have knocked.”

Ed laughed, “Why? It’s not like we haven’t been naked together.” He came over and kissed her, “Hi honey. Welcome home.”

Christie pushed him away. “Better calm down, big boy. Jax might think that’s for him. He seems like a man that would be hard to say no to.” She laughed and went over to the drawer to grab her bikini.

“Really? I don’t think I’d have a problem with saying no, or was that you speaking?” Ed said, looking at his ‘wife.’

Christie turned, “Jealous? I do have to say I’m a bit in awe of the man. He simply exudes power and though he’s made no move at all on me, I feel some sort of sexual vibes.” She shook her head, “Relax, I’m sure he wants nothing to do with me. He’s a man of God. Anyhow, you’re not really my husband, you know, so somehow you being jealous cannot be a good thing when I get back to Doug.” She looked at Ed, “There, that took care of things.” Laughing she pulled off her clothes and put on her teenier bikini. She thought back to when she bought it and how she and Doug never made it out of the parking lot at the beach the first time she wore it. She looked back at Ed and saw he had the same reaction. “You might want to hydrate.” Giggling, she grabbed her robe and left.

Ed stood there with his rock-hard sex hikaye cock pointing at the ceiling wondering how the boys would react seeing her in that…suit? Hard to call nothing nothing but strings and tiny triangles a suit. He thought about the boys seeing her in that and decided a quick cold shower couldn’t hurt.

Christie was lying on a chaise under the infrared poolside lights when the boys came out. She immediately saw the boys noticed there was little fabric covering her body. She stood up and smiled at their eyes darting all up and down her. She put her hands on her hips, “Should I turn around, or is there any particular position you’d like to see me in?” She laughed seeing them blush and turned and dove in. She let out a huge sigh feeling how warm the water was, especially compared to the 40 degrees it showed on the thermometer.

The boys stared the whole time until they too dove in, realizing they needed to cool down. They watched Christie swimming up and down the length of the pool and decided to swim on the other side to let her do her laps. Soon all three were leaning against the side of the pool watching as that sleek form cut through the water, back and forth. They all found themselves getting hard watching that slick bare ass flex with every kick.

Rick punched Mike in the arm, “Come on, let’s try some of those dives Ed taught us.” He and the others climbed out into the frigid air and trotted over to the diving board.

Christie appreciated them giving her room as she did her laps and found herself getting lost in the effortless rhythm…one, two, three, stroke, one, two, three, stroke, breathe, one, two, three, stroke, one, two, three, stroke, breathe. The pool was large enough that the splashes from the ill-timed dives didn’t disrupt the zone she found herself in.

Jimmy trotted over and tossed googles to the other boys and dove under to watch as the near-naked woman swam by. He felt Rick nudge him and point. He had already noticed how her breasts flopped back and forth with every stroke and nodded back at him.

Soon, tired of the feelings of frustration watching what they could never have, the boys climbed out and hurried under the lights, grabbing towels and dried themselves off. Rick and Jimmy grabbed the lounge chairs on either side of where Christie had her stuff. “How long has she been doing laps?” Mike asked.

Rick turned and looked at the clock, “We got here at 8:30, it is now 9:45. Wow! I wonder how many miles that is?” Seeing his friends shrug their shoulders he turned the watch that beautiful ass churning through the pool. “Damn, she has a great ass. I almost drowned when I stayed under too long watching her breasts. I swear that top must be glued on. I thought she flop out of it.” He blushed hearing himself say that.

“No kidding. I can’t take my eyes off that nice ass.” Jimmy said.

“I can take my eyes off it.” Mike said. Seeing his friends’ heads jerk over to look at him, “If she were to start doing the back stroke.” He grinned.

“Oh. That would really be nice…” Jimmy sighed. “I wonder if she’s ever been to a nude beach.”

Rick looked at his friends, “Oh wow. I’d have loved to have seen that. I’ve never been to a nude beach. You guys?” Seeing them shake their head, he said wistfully, “Actually I’ve never seen a nude woman.” He suddenly grinned, “Actually, this is as nude a girl as I’ve ever seen.” He laughed, “Ok, that’s really pitiful.”

Jimmy laughed, “Actually, me too. I didn’t think of that. What about you. Mike, ever seen a woman naked before?”

Mike looked sad. “Close. My friends were spying on one of their sisters and invited me.” He blushed, “I chickened out.”

The other two laughed, “Mike, you crack me up. It is not a sin to look.” But Jimmy looked thoughtful, “But it sure would be disrespectful to spy on a girl like that. Actually, I would probably have done the same thing.”

Mike looked at his friends, “I felt good about it later, but I was watching a movie the other day and a dying man said ‘To paraphrase Mark Twain, I regret the things I didn’t do more than those I did. I wish I’d thrown off the bowlines and sailed from my safe harbor.'” He looked at his friends. “I think back to that day every time I think of that line.”

Rick did a rueful smile, “I know exactly what that means.” He looked over at the others, “We’re entering priesthood next week. You have doubts?”

Mike nodded his head slowly and looked at Jimmy who looked sad, then back at Rick. Look, there is an old Filipino proverb, ‘There is no glory without sacrifice.'”

Rick looked over at the form swimming back and forth, “An hour and a half now, I wonder how far she has gone?”

Jimmy laughed, “In my case, about 20 chubbies I’ve had to fight down.”

The other two burst out laughing and nodding. “You got that right. We sure are a pitiful trio.” Mike sputtered. “Perhaps it is better she’s not doing the back stroke.”

Christie swam a few more laps before coming to the end of the pool and stopping. She swam over to the porno hikayeleri edge and rested on her elbows, panting slightly. “Three miles. I like to get two miles in every other day, but this pool feels so good, I extended it.” She looked innocently at the three stunned looking boys, “I don’t usually do backstroke laps, but do I take requests.” She giggled and flopped onto her back and swam with a dolphin kick which pushed her crotch out of the water. She mused how her breasts broke the surface of the water like twin whales and giggled thinking about the boys watching. Finally, she climbed out of the pool feeling the freezing air hit her wet skin. She thought her nipples were going to rip through the thin cloth and eagerly grabbed the towel offered by Mike. “Thanks, Christ! It’s cold.” She shivered.

The boys couldn’t believe there could be nipples that pointy and tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to look. When Christie dropped the towel, she stopped seeing their eyes. She looked down at herself, “Actually, you can pretty much say you’ve seen a naked girl. I should have worn more.”

“You heard everything we said?” Jimmy said with a look of horror.

“Of course.” She pointed at the pool, “I was what? 15 feet away? It was great. Sometimes it can get boring swimming lap after lap, but I totally enjoyed the distraction.” She looked at the crotches on each boy. “Really 20? I’m pretty sure there’s a compliment in there.” She grinned, seeing their discomfort. “Look, you don’t have to stifle them on my account. I’ll just assume they are not there.”

She lay back feeling the heat from the lights warm her up and closed her eyes. She was glad her bikini bottom was wet since just thinking about three gorgeous young men with hard cocks just for her made her pussy throb and open up. She heard them move around and thought she sensed them standing over her. She opened her eyes and saw the three boys stand up, obvious tents in their shorts, “Where are you going?”

“Um, we thought it might be best to take a dip and, you know, cool off.” Rick said.

Christie looked at their hands over their groins. “Not fair.” She flicked her jutting nipples and looked down at bottom that had molded to her puffy labia and looked back at them. “So, you can see all I have to offer and I don’t get to see?”

The three blushing boys looked at each other and back at the beautiful blonde, “Um, well…we…”

“Oh come on. Take your hands away.” Christie ordered, “I told you yesterday, girls check you guys out as much as you check us out.” She gasped when they took their hands away. She sat up and slid to the end of the chaise. “Holy crap! You boys have been with girls and they ignored those?”

The boys were beat red and looked like they wanted to run and when Christie stood up, they all took a step back.

Christie went to each boy. She reached out and gently hugged each one allowing the cocks to press against her stomach. Grinning, she pulled away. “I am not just saying this, but if I were not married I’d let each one of you inside me. Now I suggest you go back to your rooms and think of me.” She reached around and pulled off her top and stood holding it for a minute watching their jaws drop. She felt a huge rush thinking how these boys are seeing their first breasts…at least on a woman. She giggled softly seeing their unblinking eyes. “Ok, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” She grabbed her robe and disappeared into the house thinking back to the Mark Twain quote, knowing this opportunity lost would come back to her in later years.

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She opened the door thinking she’d have to relieve herself, perhaps on the phone with Doug when she saw Ed walking out of the bathroom drying his hair, totally naked. “Seriously? Do you just walk around naked hoping I’d come in here?” She laughed. Seeing him looking pointedly at her bra in her hand, she blushed. “I guess I had to give them something to think about when left. Pretty sure these are something they’ll remember for a while.” She said as she dropped her robe.

“You didn’t show them that sweet pussy of yours?” Ed laughed, “That is so rude.” He looked her up and down, then groaned, “God, you’re beautiful, but tonight…tonight, I think I will leave you alone and let you sleep.”

“Why?..I mean, ok. I was just expecting…Oh Christ. After those boys basically stimulated my whole body with their probing eyes, I was hoping you’d get me some relief.” Christie said, “What’s the matter?”

“It is definitely not you. Remember you told me not to try to keep up with Jax? I think I pulled every muscle in my body.” Ed groaned. “And after earlier with those swimmer’s thighs of yours…”

Christie laughed, “Figures. I can survive though. Why don’t you go down to the hot tub and soak it off? She tossed her bra on the back of the chair and pulled off her tiny string bottoms. “I need to shower. Even without the chlorine, I feel the salts from the pool.”

Ed looked at the naked girl and thought about perhaps…then erotik hikaye shook it off realizing that he promised to go dirt biking with the boys and he’d better get some pain relief. He went over and got his shorts, threw on a robe and walked to the door, “Have fun.” He groaned, “What do you think two minutes?”

Christie laughed. “Get real, you know I’m calling the boys down here, so perhaps come back tomorrow morning?”

Christie turned and walked into the bathroom and got under the hot water. She wondered what it would be like with three boys, three virgin boys. If they’d fumble around trying to stick those cocks in her…her holes.” She realized she was pulling on her nipples, thinking how those boys wanted to be doing this exact thing. Perhaps they’d fight over sucking on her tits, or, she’d be on her knees with all three cocks trying to get into her mouth…bent over sucking on a juicy cock when another cock drives into her with 18 years pent up frustration…he’d cum and another cock would fill her…cum pouring out when he was done…”Oh my fucking God!” She gasped and collapsed to the floor of the shower rubbing her cunt furiously.

Finally, she picked herself up and finished showering realizing she violated so many things, but especially the “Please Conserve Water” plea on the wall.

She went over to the dresser and pulled out a long sheer white gown. She held it to the light and groaned, but then smiled thinking how considerate Jax’s staff was to provide these. She pulled it on and looked in the full length mirror and felt a rush thinking how sexy she looked when her phone rang.

She put the phone to her ear and flopped back on the bed, “Hi sweetie, go ahead, ask what I’m wearing.” She laughed, “This long sheer gown, totally see-through…I know…maybe they’ll let me bring these back with me…I know, I miss you too. I’ve thought about you every minute…What? No, I’m changing out of it before Ed gets back…Why?” Suddenly her eyes welled up and she let out a sob. “God damn it, I’m sorry. I feel terrible, I did more than a hand job…Yes, I did, I mean no, I made him…I’m so sorry. I was so horny, I needed a cock…What? Seriously? I cheated on you…Ok, I know. I called her…It’s fine, in fact I’m really happy. She has great hands.” She softly giggled, “I wouldn’t know about that…No, you can fantasize, but I’m not really interested, unless you make one of your margaritas…He did, I’m a real slut. I had it ready and handed it to him. No, not really, I am between cycles…Really? You are ok with this? God, I miss you. I love you so much…ok, I will, every detail.” See jerked up hearing the door open and Ed walk in, “I’m sorry sweetie, but Ed just walked in.” She giggled, “Yes, I think he noticed, No! I’m not doing that…I have to go. Yes, he seems to be staring. Bye…bye…I love you.” She put down the phone and grinned at Ed.

“I found this in the drawer. Apparently, the help feels my tees are not exactly arousing.” She saw where he was looking and she pulled up her bottom exposing her crotch. She took a deep breath seeing how focused he was on her bare pussy and slowly opened her legs. When her legs were open wide, she smiled at the dark-haired man she never met until two days ago and slid a finger up and down her moist slit. “Really a waste, this nice tight pussy all wet and ready and you all sore and all…” She reached over to turn off the light, exposing her ass, “You want to get into bed to sleep before I turn the light off?” She giggled when Ed jumped on the bad and pushed her onto her back.

Ed looked down at the sex goddess and leaned down to kiss her as he lay between her legs. He lifted his ass when Christie pushed his shorts down and he reached down and pulled them completely off. “I’ve thought about being in that sweet pussy of yours since this afternoon. But I also wondered what you tasted like.” He slid down and stopped to take in those mounds fully visible through the flimsy material and nipped at those hard points jutting up.

Christie moaned feeling this strong man teasing her sensitive nipples and his hard rod pressing against her thigh. She pushed her leg against him and felt him hump back against her. “You sure? She’s nice and wet, ready for you, ready for that nice cock to slide right into her.”

Ed looked at that beautiful face, “Maybe I’ll just drop by and say ‘Hi’ before impaling her. It just seems polite.” He grinned as he slid down and placed his face right in front of that perfect slit. “Mmmmmm, nice.” He said taking a deep breath. He flicked his tongue teasingly against her projecting clit and was greeting with a quick thrust of her hip. “Apparently, you like that.” He said as he flicked his tongue over the nub a few more times. As he drove a finger into her cunt, he felt her hand behind his head pulling his mouth tighter onto the seeping slit and hardened clit.

“You fucker, you should know you need to tease meeee…Oh God. You need to work up tooooo…aaaaahhhh. Don’t stop. Ahhhh. Yes, yesssss, oh God! Stop…I want to cum on your cock.” Christie panted while pulling on a nipple. She grabbed Ed’s wet face and kissed him when he crawled up on top of her. “Fuck me. I’ve been thinking about your cock since this afternoon also.”

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This seemed to be a typical Saturday, with Mr. Dawson mowing his lawn and the boys playing basketball in the driveway. I loved the way the sun warmed my face as I stepped beyond the shadows of the house. I thought how this was a perfect day to celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Well, it would have been except for the fact that Dave had been called away at the last minute to settle a labor problem in their east coast branch—something about a pending strike. It was unusual for him to travel, but who am I to complain? Dave has always provided well for me and the kids. I’ve been blessed to have all we do.

The mail box was full. I sorted it out as I walked back into the house. The damp grass felt wonderful squeezing through my toes. Our mail mostly consisted of advertisers and some utility bills. Hmmm… what’s this? A letter from David? Probably an anniversary card. He was always thoughtful that way. I couldn’t remember him ever missing an anniversary or birthday for me and the kids.

I filed the junk mail in the trash compactor and poured myself a cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen bar, I started to tear open Dave’s letter, when Robby popped his head in the door and asked, “Mom, can Rick and I go to the park? Allen says there’s a pickup game.”

“Don’t you want me to fix you two some lunch?”

“Naw, we’re good, Mom.”

“Okay, have fun. No fighting and be back before dark.” I truly sound like a mom, I chuckled to myself.

I smiled, thinking how Robby and Rick were inseparable. Even though they looked identical, they were fraternal twins. They’ve been such a blessing to me—my little miracles. I was told after their birth I needed a partial hysterectomy because of some abnormal growth. That meant I couldn’t have more children, so it was a stroke of luck I had twins. Except for having to take hormones daily, I completely recovered.

I went back to the letter and pulled out an anniversary card. It was a lovely scented card. Inside was a note, hand written, that said, “Thank you for being the best wife and mother any man could dream of. I love you with all my heart. See you soon. Counting the days until I’m home. Love, Your husband, Dave.”

Inside the envelope there was also a letter. I opened it and began to read. The first thing I noticed was the letter, like the card, was also hand written. I took a sip of coffee and began to read.

My dearest wife Jenny,

In almost sixteen years, I can’t recall ever writing you a letter before. Why am I now? It is because every time I try to bring this subject up, the words just stick in my throat.

First, I want to say I love you and need you more than air. You are everything to me. I’ve never ever been attracted to anyone the way I am to you. I know I’ve disappointed you at times but you never make me feel anything but supported and loved, even in my failures. I watch other wives nag their husbands, but you never do that because we’ve always had great communication. I always feel your encouragement.

So, why this letter? I’ve been struggling with certain issues in my life that started about five years ago—things I just recently began seeing a therapist about. It started as a passing thought and has grown into a full-fledged obsession. My therapist said I should talk to you about this and God knows I have tried. That is the reason I waited until I was on this two-week business trip to share what he suggested. He says I am clinically what he would classify as a Wittol. Look it up. I don’t know the exact definition.

We as a couple, click on all levels. Well, almost all. The only thing I have seen lacking in our relationship is our diminishing sex life. It’s not anyone’s fault and I’m certainly not blaming you. I think we have just grown too familiar with each other. Sex kind of went from hot and steamy to… functional….

You are probably the sexiest thirty-five year-old woman on the planet. Sometimes I watch you dress and find your body even hotter today than when we first married. So many women your age let themselves go, but not you, even after giving birth to two wonderful kids. Your total dedication to health and fitness have paid off big-time. I don’t think you know how sexy you are. Which brings me back to why I wrote this letter.

About five years ago, when we used to go to the gym together, I was watching you workout in that skin-tight leotard. You know, the one you always wore to the gym that fit like a second skin. You were on the stair climber and I was using the bench press. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your large breasts were swaying as you pumped the machine and your firm, shapely butt was perfection in motion.

I wasn’t the only one that noticed you. The guy next to me saw me staring at you and said, “I’m seeing the same thing, mate. I’d give a month’s pay to get her between the sheets. If she were my woman, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.”

For some reason, this stranger’s lustful admission excited me. That was the first time I ever fantasized about you being with another man… but it wouldn’t sex hikayeleri be the last. After that day, the seed that was planted started to grow. I began to regularly picture you with different men we know. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t control it. The fantasies continued.

I would get angry at myself for thinking such deviant thoughts about the woman I loved, causing periods where I’d withdraw. At first, I just told myself it was nothing but a passing phase, but it grew into a full-fledged obsession. That’s why I sought counseling. I figured you would find out about the therapy when you saw the checks I wrote to the therapist.

My love, I would never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I just can’t help myself. I truly have this hidden desire to see you with another man. There, I said it! I know when you read this, all kinds of things will go through your mind. So, to dispel any thoughts you might have that I want to be with other women, I have no such thoughts or intentions. I want none other than you. I’ve always believed your body is yours and yours alone. What you do with it is, always has been, and always will be your choice. It is an extreme privilege to be your partner in life.

I can’t expect you to understand my feelings. I don’t understand them myself. I would take little events and build them into my fantasy, like the time you were dancing with Carl at the Christmas party and he was getting fresh, feeling you up. I knew we all had had too much to drink and you eventually pushed him away, but not after a substantial groping. I should have got angry and intervened, but all I could think about was what was he whispering in your ear? What stands out to me the most about that night was when we got home, you almost raped me. I knew the stimulation you received from Carl sparked desires in you—desires I joyfully benefited from.

Then there was the time you were getting help from that personal trainer. I can’t remember his name—the body builder. I gasped aloud when I saw him stretching you out. From the bulge he was packing, I’m sure he wanted to stretch more than your legs. I watched you giggle and flirt with him. When I saw his hands trace down your sides over your hips, I should have been furious, but strangely, it excited me and added fuel to my fantasy.

I can’t imagine what you must be thinking at this point. I could keep hiding these feelings, but I wanted you to know the truth of why I’m going to therapy. I love you with every fiber of my being, and pray this does not harm our marriage. I shouldn’t ask this, but have you ever fantasized being with another man? I know by the way you look, that you must be propositioned constantly. Are you ever tempted? Does knowing how I feel change anything?

After reading this, text me back if you want to discuss this. If you don’t, dispose of this letter and I won’t ever bring it up again.

Your loving, faithful husband, David After reading his letter the second time, I wasn’t sure how to react. Should I be angry, sympathetic, disappointed or just shocked? Shocked was my initial reaction. I thought about his options and considered taking option two, to just shred this and never think about it again. However, I love Dave and I should be able to discuss anything with him. We’d always been able to work through anything.

I picked up my phone and texted him: I received your letter.

I waited for a response. About five minutes later, I heard my phone beep for a new text. It simply said: I’m in a meeting. We can talk at seven.

I tried to get back to my chores, but my mind was never far from that letter. It’s not every day a wife gets told her husband wants to share her with others. I took out my tablet and googled “Wittol.”

It said: “Noun: wittol (plural wittols) (archaic) A man who knows, condones, and even encourages his wife’s enjoyment of coitus with another man or men: a contented cuckold.”

That had to be one of the most bizarre things I’d ever read. It made no sense. What could a husband get out of his wife having sex with another man? Moreover, how could a loving wife do that?

I thought back to Dave’s example of when I was dancing with Carl. I hadn’t even been aware of Dave watching, but It’s good that he didn’t see everything: like when I went into the kitchen and Carl followed. I’d been a bit tipsy and Carl took advantage by kissing me and groping my breasts. I had pushed him away and slapped him… eventually. And yes, I admit I was turned on.

Just past noon, the doorbell rang. It was FTD with a bouquet of roses. I put them in a vase and read through the letter again. This whole thing seemed so weird and contrary to how I knew my husband of fifteen years.

It was about four-fifteen when my phone rang. I rushed to answer and tapped that little green phone icon.

“Hey, babe,” I said. “I thought you were not going to be available until seven.”

“It’s after seven, my time.”

“Oh… I forgot about the time difference. I miss, you. How’s it going there?””Miss you more,” Dave replied. “Happy anniversary. porno hikayeleri These negotiations are going poorly, but that is to be expected. There is a lot of blustering in the beginning. How are the kids?”

“They are still at the park. I swear they would sleep with those basketballs if I’d let them.”

There was a pause in the conversation. We were both avoiding the elephant in the room. Then Dave asked softly, “Jen… did you get my card?”

“Yes, it was beautiful and so were the roses.” I said, avoiding what he truly wanted to know.

“Um, did you read my letter?” he asked.

I paused and hesitated at first. “Yes… several times. Dave, I don’t know what to say. I was pretty shocked.”

“I figured you would be. I tried to talk about it several times but couldn’t find the words. Then I decided that a letter would allow me to express all my thoughts without interruption. Can you possibly forgive me?”

“Sweetheart, what is there to forgive? What have you done besides share something you’ve been struggling with? We will talk more about it when you get home. I love you, big boy.”

“Hun, I need to get a bite to eat. I couldn’t digest any food until we talked. And sweetheart… thank you.”

“For what?” I said.

“For being the most awesome wife on earth, that’s what.”

“Awwww! Flattery is going to get you everywhere. Go eat. We’ll talk more later.”

“I’m gonna Subway and hit the sack. Love, you. Goodnight.”

“Sleep tight. Love you more.”

-oOo-

The next few days were normal. We talked twice a day and neither one of us broached the subject of his letter. However, there seemed to be this unspoken tension between us regarding his intentions for me. I couldn’t get a handle on the whole thing. I kept my emotions in check and didn’t say anything, fearing it would cause a rift between us.

I needed more information, so I decided to research this whole ‘wittol’ thing, but google kept referring me to “cuckold.” When I clicked on cuckold, thousands of websites popped up—literally, thousands. It appeared to be a popular subject. There were support groups, porn sites, how-to manuals, story sites, hookup sites, clothing, toys… the list was endless. I was flabbergasted. It appeared that hundreds of thousands or even millions were involved in this lifestyle.

I decided to read more and find out what my husband was into. I ordered a book called Becoming a Hot-wife for my kindle. Over the next couple days, I read every chance I could. I was shocked, but undeniably aroused. I started to give my vibrator a real workout. Somehow, after knowing Dave’s intentions for me, I felt bolder and more confident. Why? Was it because my husband wanted me to have sex with others? This was troubling to me, so I decided to talk further with Dave Thursday evening.

I waited for his call but he was late. He missed his regular time. I had so many things to ask him. The kids were in their room playing Nintendo and I was looking at the news with my phone in lap. Soon it was time to put the kids to bed. I worried something had happened. I decided to phone him. He picked up on the third ring. I could hear loud talking and music in the background.

“Hi babe! What’s up?” he asked.

“Where are you? It’s after midnight where you’re at.”

“Sorry, Hun, I’m in some bar. We are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what? I can hardly hear you.”

“We made a preliminary agreement pending the lawyers’ review. I tell you what, let me inform the guys I’m going back to my hotel.”

“Dave, don’t you dare drive!”

“No worries, princess. My hotel is across the street. I’ll call you back in ten.”

“Okay. Don’t walk out in front of a car! Talk soon.”

I poured a cup of coffee and stared at the clock. Ten minutes passed, then twenty… finally the buzz. I picked up immediately.

“Hi, Dave, are you alone?”

“Of course I’m alone. The only hot chick in my life is you.” He chuckled. “What’s up? You sound stressed.”

“I just miss you, David. It’s lonely without you.”

“Jen, I miss you, too. But there’s something more, isn’t there?” He could always read me.

“Yes, there is. I want to talk with you more about your letter.”

There was a pause and then he replied, “What do you want to know?”

“Why would you even think of such a thing?”

“I’ve been struggling with that same question for years. My therapist says those desires are not uncommon. He says it’s a universal desire for many men over a wide range of races, cultures, and economic classes. He explained that husbands tend to feel less effective as lovers as they age. In turn, that triggers a response of wanting his wife or significant other to be pleasured by another man.”

“That’s nuts. You’re not old, and you’re a wonderful lover.”

“Be honest, Jenny. Don’t you miss the passion we once shared? Remember how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other? Now our love making seems like… functional maintenance.”

“Well, this is just a sign that we need to work on a few things, that’s all. sikiş hikayeleri I would never cheat on you, no matter what. I love you.”

“I love you, too. But what I was fantasizing about was not cheating.”

“How would me making love to another man not be cheating?”

“First, you wouldn’t be making love with another man, you’d be fucking him. Making love is reserved for me. Cheating is sneaking around behind your spouse’s back. What you’d be doing would be with my support and encouragement.”

“And I suppose this gives you the green light to fool around at the conferences you go on?”

“No! I’d never ever do that. I’m not even tempted. This is about you taking lovers, not me. I know it sounds nuts.”

“Yes, it does! Totally crazy! This is a lot to take in,” I sighed.

“You sound upset. I apologize for upsetting you.”

“David, for a guy with a 140 IQ, you can be so incredibly dumb at times. I looked up ‘wittol’ and ‘cuckold,’ I even downloaded a book. I can’t believe you want me to have unrestrained sex while you just… watch? What do you get out of this arrangement?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“This is a good time to explain, don’t you think?”

“Well… I get the satisfaction of knowing you are well taken care of.”

“Bullshit! Do you want a divorce? Is that it? Go ahead, admit it!” I started to cry.

“No way! I don’t want a divorce. I love you with every fiber of my being. I’d die without you.”

“I’m going to hang up now, David. This is too upsetting.”

“Please don’t hang up. This is what I feared. Jen, I love you and I am not going to force you to have sex with another man. If you ever act on this, the choice is all yours. All I ask is that you are honest and tell me.”

“You do realize you’re not playing with a full deck, buster? So… hypothetically, how did you envision this was going to happen?”

“Well, I’ve never really got that far, but hypothetically speaking of course, I suppose you’d take one of those offers that I’m sure comes your way so frequently.”

“And where is this ‘hypothetical rendezvous’ supposed to take place? Have you considered we have two children at home?”

“Wait a second, sweetheart, are we actually planning on having this happen?”

“Of course, not! I could never in a million years cheat on you,” I said breathlessly. “However, the book I’m reading suggests to try it at least once for an experimental trial run, then evaluate your feelings with one another before pursuing it further. How does that idea strike you?” I could hear the hope in Dave’s voice. “I couldn’t possibly cheat on you,” I reiterated. “We have a family. There is too much at stake.”

“It’s not cheating if I know where you are and what you’re doing, but I’ve already said that. We’re just going in circles now. Let’s sleep on it. I’ve got a long day tomorrow. If we can wrap up this agreement, I’ll be home Saturday.”

“Good night, crazy husband.”

“Good night, wife.”

-oOo-

I attempted to sleep, but every time I tried, I was haunted by my thoughts. This whole thing had me incredibly worked up. I was now actually remembering how I was before I met David. We first saw each other in the school library. He was so handsome that my toes curled (my toes are my hot-guy barometer). When he saw that I was staring at him, he smiled. My heart melted. He sweetly asked if he could use my table. I instantly agreed, thinking he could use anything of mine. Except for a few pleasantries, we didn’t talk. From the stack of books he was reading, I could tell he was extremely intelligent. Intelligent guys turned me on. Hell, any hot guy turned me on.

The next day, I was walking to my biology class when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and faced this dreamboat, staring deeply into his hazel eyes.

“Excuse me, aren’t you the girl from the library?”

“Yep, that’s me, library girl.” I could hardly speak.

“I’m glad I found you. I think you left this on the table.” He fished out my chemistry notes from his stack of folders.

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was searching everywhere for them.” I dropped my books and gave him a hug that almost knocked him over.

After he recovered from being tackled by a crazy blonde chick, he said, “I’m David Cooper.”

“Glad to meet you, David Cooper, I’m Jennifer Maxwell.” I curtsied and lifted the hem of my skirt.

“Hahaha, you’re just too cute. I’ve never done this before, but would you care to have dinner with me?”

“Really? You’ve never had dinner before?” I looked serious.

“Please tell me that you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Okay. I don’t have a boyfriend,” I lied.

We were married three months later. But what David never knew was that I was a campus slut. He should have had a clue when I fucked his brains out on our first date. Dinner wasn’t even that good, but I made sure his dessert was something to write home about.

We were still very much in love and apparently on the verge of a new adventure. I realized from our last conversation this had shifted from “if” to “how.” A week ago, I never would have thought I’d be thinking about possible lovers. All this hot-wife talk was igniting embers in me I thought had burned out long ago. I was becoming a girl on fire.

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Ron stared down with nervous anticipation at the blonde cutie who knelt before him. Her brown plaid skirt was pulled up just enough, allowing her hose-covered knees to rest on the commercial grade carpet beneath her. Her white blouse hung unbuttoned and her well-endowed cleavage was clearly visible as she looked up at her boss.

The flushing of blood to her cheeks gave mild color to an otherwise pale face as Cindy licked her bright red lips. She held a peculiar grin and her blue eyes sparkled as she began to slowly unzip Ron’s pants. Fully erect, his cock formed a large bulge in his pants, and while Cindy rubbed the outside of his trousers Ron couldn’t believe that his fantasy was coming true.

Cindy had worked for Ron for two years and despite the fact that they were both attached the two had a long history of sexual tension between them. He was a happily married man it seemed, but Cindy could tell he wanted her. She herself had a steady boyfriend, but Ron could tell that she was interested in him as well. No, they had never vocalized it. Just some harmless flirting, the occasional brushing against each other, and the mesmerizing look that they had given one another at times. Though it was obvious to both of them that they each desired the other, neither of them had made an overt pass at the other. Until now.

Today, however, was different. Cindy had turned in her notice and this was her last day working for Ron, who was a generous boss and was loved by everyone. At a quarter ’til five that afternoon she said her goodbyes to her coworkers and prepared to leave. When she reported to Ron’s office, he stood and greeted her one last time, but this time with a warm embrace that lasted longer than usual. For a moment there was an awkward pause and they almost kissed, then Ron broke the silence.

“Girl, I’m really gonna miss you” Ron stated with obvious feelings of desire in his eyes. “Dan and Nick will manage in your place just fine, but, ya know, they’re just nowhere near as pretty.”

Cindy smiled softly and blushed a little, but didn’t acknowledge the compliment. She was silent for a moment before asking him, “Are…you gonna be here for a while?”

“As always,” Ron replied, with a look of curiosity on his face.

“Well, there’s a goodbye gift that I have for you but I need to come back to give it to you. Promise you won’t leave?” she inquired.

“Your wish is my command, ma’am” Ron answered with a sly grin. He was determined to enjoy their game of tease all the way ’til she walked out the door. And when she did, he eyed her shapely behind as she strutted a catwalk. As she reached for the door Cindy gave a quick look over her shoulder, catching Ron staring at her ass. This time, unlike the many times before, Ron didn’t turn his head in embarrassment or hide what he was looking at. Their eyes met and Cindy acknowledged with a smile that she knew she had his attention. Then she closed the door behind her as she left.

For forty-five minutes Ron waited on Cindy’s return, signing checks, checking email and doing other routine end-of-the-day business. He wondered briefly why she needed to come back later. Had she forgotten the gift at home, hadn’t purchased it yet, or what? Still, he tried not to allow himself to analyze the question too much.

Then it dawned on him that when Cindy returned, they would likely be alone. Suddenly nervous, he began to theorize and fantasize what might happen when she returned.She knows I leave at six every night or my wife will freak out. If she wants to get personal, that doesn’t leave much time. Maybe it’s just a thank you gift that wasn’t ready before now. Oh well…Ron’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard the familiar sound gerçek sex hikayesi of the squeaky front door being opened. Quite aroused, he feared that she would walk in to find him with his face all flushed, so he stepped out quickly to a nearby bathroom to clean up.

Across the street from her now former place of business, Cindy parked her car in a shopping mall lot so she could view her former coworkers as they left. The rules were set in stone at this company. Ron expected all hourly employees to clock out at five o’clock, and salaried folks by five-thirty. He himself was always gone at six. Something about even him having a boss at home is how he’d explained it. The first wave at five minutes after the hour left only a handful of cars, and being a Friday it only took another five to ten minutes for the rest to disappear. That’s part of what she loved about Ron, that he always took care of his employees, and that he wanted everyone to have a life outside of work. In Cindy’s mind, not only was Ron the perfect boss; he was the perfect man. He was always taking care of everyone else, but today she wanted to take care of him. Ron was such a man that, although he would flirt sometimes, he’d never make a pass at Cindy. But the tension between them was getting hotter, and Cindy was actually worried that she would somehow ruin him. She wasn’t sure how she could love two men, but she just knew there was no future in it. Her solution was to find another job and try to move on.

With the parking lot empty, Cindy felt safe to return. But instead of her normal parking spot she chose one from the next building over some distance away. There was a candle shop on that end of the strip mall where she parked, so in case her car was noticed she could always say she had stopped in there after work. And if anyone saw her walking back to work she could say she forgot something. One thing about Ron, he had a stellar reputation. Though Cindy wasn’t worried about her own image too much, the thought of ruining Ron’s was terrifying.

Cindy had thought about this a lot. Having an affair with her boss just wasn’t an option in her mind. She valued Ron enough that she didn’t want him to risk his home life and career, knowing that if they were caught it would cost her job as well. Plus, his life was so regimented that finding time for anything would be near impossible. In her mind, Cindy reasoned that a half hour of intimacy was the best they could have. Just enough time for an erotic goodbye.

Cindy entered the company front office and locked the squeaky door behind her, then she made her way slowly toward the executive offices near the back. She thought she heard some movement back there, and her heart started to beat loudly from her nervousness. She had to pass through a narrow hallway before reaching Ron’s office door, but due to the arrangement of furniture she couldn’t see his desk without walking in. So there she stood trying to catch her breath before making her move. After two years of unspoken but mutually understood desire, as well as the short time frame they had, there would be no working their way into this. A more direct approach was required, and the best idea that came to mind was to unbutton her blouse and walk in. That way it would break the ice and leave no doubt what she was there for. As she stepped through his doorway, she noticed immediately Ron wasn’t there.

Ron took advantage of these moments away from his office to use the restroom and wash up. The cool water on his face helped wake him up from his fantasizing and to think about reality.Quit fooling yourself,he thought to himself.Nothing’s going to happen. Take her gift, thank her for her time with the company, and move on.He knew that porno erotik hikayeler The warm embrace from earlier was enough to fuel his future fantasies, and having felt her breasts against his chest he knew he’d be jerking off to that memory for years to come.

Turning the corner into his office corridor, he spotted Cindy from behind. Her shapely ass got his attention one more time and he slowly snuck up on her, expecting to scare her. There she stood just inside his office door, hands on her hips, and though Ron couldn’t see her face, he imagined it had a puzzled look on it, wondering where he’d gone. Abandoning his intention to spook her by grabbing her waist, he opted to just lean against the door jam, which made just enough noise to get Cindy’s attention.

Ron’s eyes got big and his jaw dropped when Cindy turned around. Her unbuttoned white blouse hung open, exposing her busty breasts encased in a sexy bra of white lace as well as a diamond stud piercing in her navel.

“Oh, there you are!” She said with a naughty grin. “I’ve got something for you.”

As she smiled and stepped forward into Ron’s personal space, he backed away, trying to say something that didn’t make any sense. Grabbing his tie with one hand and his belt with the other, Cindy became aggressive with him and pushed him against the wall.

“Don’t you back away from me, Mister. You’re not going anywhere,” Cindy instructed him. “We’ve been playing games for too long now and it ends today. So don’t act like you don’t want me.” Her hands clutched the front of his waistband as she moved in to kiss him.

“What about the–” Ron began to inquire nervously.

“–Just shut up and kiss me” Was all he heard back before his lips met hers.

Ron and Cindy stood in the narrow hallway wrapped in each other’s arms, their hands exploring one another’s bodies while they passionately kissed. What began as animalistic passion slowed down to a measured rhythm as she stroked the outside of Ron’s pants, forming a substantial bulge.

“Baby you know I can’t. There’s just–” Ron whined before being cut off again.

“–Hush, I told you! Everything’s perfect, just like I hoped for” she said. “As regimented a life as you lead there’s no time for us. This. Right here. About twenty minutes. This is all we got. No more after this. I’ve accepted the fact that you’ll never be mine, and as bad as we both wanna fuck our brains out it just can’t happen. You mean a lot to me, Ron. Let me do this. For you.”

With Cindy leaning into him and her hand gripping the bulge in his pants, Ron slowly exhaled after what seemed like a long pause. “What do you wanna do?” Ron asked.

“This” was all she said as she slid down to her knees.

Ron’s dream of being with Cindy was finally coming true, and he couldn’t believe his own eyes.She’s so damn beautiful,Ron thought to himself. Her cute round face with curly blonde hair accented the busty cleavage below, and Ron’s eyes fixated on her as she worked her magic.

Cindy’s desire was to suck Ron’s cock and drink his cum. She wanted to feel him grow inside her mouth, taste his flesh, and completely consume his cock. Strictly for her own enjoyment she would have spent considerably more time loving on him. But this was about Ron’s pleasure not hers, and time was limited. She wanted him to have a visual experience as well as physical. Instead, she tickled the head of his penis with long licks, slowly stroking his shaft with her hand. Then she opened her mouth and let his dick lay on her tongue while it grew. She tilted her head and got underneath him, allowing his balls to press against her right cheek while she looked straight up at him. Her lips and tongue serviced the underside porno hikayeleri of his shaft as Ron’s moans grew louder.

The sight before him was unbelievable, and Ron marveled at it. He and Cindy’s eyes stayed locked as she sucked and stroked his cock. He began to feel the pressure build and he knew he would cum if she didn’t stop. That was one thing about his wife. Though she would occasionally give him head, she never let him cum that way.

Cindy changed her position so that she could perform long deep plunges on Ron’s cock. Fully erect and aroused, the tip now sunk deep into Cindy’s throat. She could feel the gagging sensation but kept swallowing him down. She heard his moans and increased the speed as she struggled to breath. She braced her feet on the hallway wall behind her and pushed Ron back a little so he rested against the opposite wall. Going full throttle now, Cindy made straight-on plunges as she bobbed her head back and forth up and down his cock. She heard Ron make one long continuous moan until he got louder and started shaking almost violently. She felt Ron’s hands grab her head and she stopped moving, but he took over and continued to fuck her mouth himself.

It was in that instant that Ron realized how empowered he was. Because of time constraints that she had already admitted, Cindy wasn’t going to get anything in exchange; no relief, no orgasm, no fucking nor even fingering. She was here to serve and nothing else. For this moment she was his and she actually wanted to be used. When he realized this, he felt as if he had the permission to be more rough with her. He wasn’t sure how much she could handle so he slowly fucked her mouth harder and harder. With his shoulder blades against the wall behind him, he used his pelvis to make forceful thrusts against Cindy’s face while he held her head. He was certain that with every deep thrust he was pushing back into her throat. Her eyes were watering and mascara was beginning to run. Ron felt the pressure build and knew he was about to explode. He thought for a moment where he wanted to cum. This would be a once in a lifetime experience and he wanted it to be memorable. Should it be on her face, her breasts, or in her mouth? The decision wasn’t easy, as any of the options would be considered incredibly hot. As he felt himself get closer, he couldn’t bring himself to pull out of Cindy’s mouth. It felt too incredible to stop. Within a minute Ron was riding a wave of pleasure as he emptied three strong bursts of his personal fluid into the back of Cindy’s mouth.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The pleasure subsided as Ron’s dick slowly deflated, leaving Cindy trying to recover her breath. She regained her composure and began to lovingly suck Ron’s cock some more, this time with no apparent intent to bring him to another climax. Some of his ejaculate had made its way out of Cindy’s mouth and was hanging off her chin. Even more had dripped down onto her breasts and lay there. With her finger, Cindy scraped it all up and licked her finger dry, swallowing the rest of what she had already consumed.

Ron put himself back together and helped Cindy to her feet. She buttoned up her shirt, and looked at her watch one last time, nodding in approval that her timeframe had been made. Their eyes met and Cindy leaned into Ron, giving him a slow, sensual smooch on his lips. He started to speak but Cindy put her index finger over his lips, signaling him to stay quiet. She slowly walked backwards out of the hallway, eyes locked with his, smiling uncontrollably. As she turned and walked through the door for the last time, Ron heard the familiar sound of the creaky door shutting and remarked to himself how quiet and lonely it seemed. Years of sexual tension had vanished in the last few minutes, and Ron felt drained in more ways than one. Suddenly aware of the time, Ron grabbed his personal items and proceeded to return home. On the way out, he noticed that the front door made no noise.

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It was Saint Patrick’s Day, which is a drinking holiday unto itself, but combine it with my birthday and it’s really a reason to celebrate. I was out at the local Irish pub with two of my girlfriends because they thought it was the best thing that total strangers would buy me more drinks than I could ever think of consuming just for the simple fact that my birthday landed on Saint Patrick’s Day. They even thanked my mother for this every year, the drunks that they are.

We were sitting at the bar, which was packed with fellow drunks, who, even if they weren’t Irish, they were for the day. The music was loud, the crowd was even louder. People kept coming in and it seemed like no one ever left. I was watching the door because, well my girlfriends had found a couple of guys and I was kinda being ignored and left out of the conversation going around the group. At least I didn’t have to worry about a ride home since I only lived a few blocks away. I knew after a few more rounds, the girls were going home with these guys no matter what.

The door opened and three guys wearing kilts walked in. I’m talking full kilt get up. Leave it to guys not to mind wearing the same outfit as all the other guys. A woman would never be caught dead doing that. I guess the only empty spot near the bar in the place was next to me. At least maybe I’d have some one to talk to. As the three guys placed their beer orders, the bartender was kind enough to inform them it was my birthday. They, of course, like most of the rest of the bar, insisted on buying me a drink. Unlike the 30 or so beers before them, these guys decided to buy me an Irish Car Bomb. I knew I was gonna be fun in the morning after this.

We toasted to my birthday and Ireland then they introduced themselves. The one closest to me was Sean. He was a big boy. If he was a woman and that fat, he’d be wearing a muumuu and not a kilt. He was a little arrogant and defiantly not my type at all. He was the kind of guy who walked in a room and you just knew without even letting him open his mouth, he had the word “asshole” stamped on his forehead in invisible ink, and if the neon lights from the bar hit it just right, sex hikayeleri you could see it blinking.

The next guy’s name was Brian. He was kinda cute in that puppy dog way. He was the guy who was friends with all the girls but never had a girlfriend. He was the clown of the bunch most defiantly. He had strawberry blonde hair poking out from under a backwards baseball hat and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. Thanks to Brian’s hat, I figured out that they were in a pipe and drum band and probably had just gotten done with a parade somewhere. Before I was even introduced to the third guy, they confirmed my suspicions and told me they just got back from the parade in New York City. I also found out that Brian only lived around the corner from me and we’d probably be walking home together.

The third guy was a dead ringer for Ben Affleck with a few pounds on him. He was adorable. He was kinda quiet compared to the other two, but when he said something, it was good. He had an amazing smile and, well I wouldn’t have minded going home with him. His name was Patrick and he was well on his way to quite a hangover in the morning.

The other group of guys left with my friends, so I was left alone with three guys in kilts. Brian, the clown that he was kept showing off by lifting his kilt up to show off his legs. I asked him what he had on under the kilt and if it was true that they didn’t wear anything under their kilts. Brian turned around without a word and pulled up the back of his kilt. Low and behold the boy wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing under his kilt. Sean turned around and did the same thing. For a second I thought I went blind from the light of that big pure white ass.

Patrick needed some encouragement to show us his goods and two more beers, but after a few minutes of me begging him and his buddies breaking his balls, he gave in and that was one nice ass. He showed us long enough for me to take notice that he had a birthmark on his right cheek.

We continued drinking and laughing and having a good time when we all started getting a little horny. One of the downsides of drinking when sikiş hikayeleri you’re single. I asked Brian if it was true that Irishmen wore a ribbon around their manhood like in the old Irish folk song the DJ just played about a guy waking up and finding a ribbon tied around his cock when he woke up to take a piss after passing out drunk.

I had a really wild idea in my head so I suggested we all play a game.

I went in my purse and grabbed a couple of ribbons. If they were going to go bare under their kilts, we should be able to award them with prizes for the best equipment.

“I have an idea you guys may like. Every good Irishman should be wearin’ just a ribbon under his kilt, so we’re going to judge which one of the three of you should get first prize.” I smiled and continued on with explaining my idea to everyone.

“I will give you each points for three separate categories. Who ever scores the most over all will win the Ribbon and oral sex. You’ll get between one and five points for length, width and hardness. Five being the best and one is the least.”

I guess the guys agreed to it because suddenly I had three guys in kilts stroking themselves in a dark corner of the bar to get hard for me to judge them. I just laughed and went over to the bar to get my purse to get paper and pens to write down their points and a ruler to be fair.

I gave the guys a few minutes to prepare for our little game, and then I started to inspect them for their points. If I was sober, I wouldn’t have even had the faintest idea to do this, but they were game and who knows, this could lead to something.

The first one up, excuse the pun, was Sean. You could tell he was full-blooded Irish. He defiantly had the Irish curse under his kilt. The poor boy was a total of four and three quarter inches hard, but he was rock hard and at least he wasn’t a pencil dick. I gave him a two for size, a five for hardness and a four for width. He wound up with an overall score of eleven.

The next one to go was Brian. He was a good nine and a half inches long, but he was probably about three quarters hard and he was defiantly sex hikaye a pencil dick. The boy wasn’t even as thick as his drumstick. I scored him the same without even thinking about it. He was a five for length, three for hardness and a one for width for a total of nine.

When we got to Patrick, he had a beer in one hand and his cock in the other. I had to laugh considering how shy he was when we first met earlier in the evening. He was an average size. Bigger than Sean, but like most men on this planet, smaller than Brian. He was a respectable six and a half inches. Rock hard to the point where I think Pat could have rested his beer on it and it wouldn’t have tipped over, and he was close to three inches thick. I gave Patrick a four for size, a five for hardness and a five for width, bringing his grand total up to fourteen and hands down the winner for the night.

The other two bitched about loosing then Brian started breaking Sean’s balls about being hung like a hamster and Sean stormed out all pissed off. Patrick asked when I was putting his prize on for him and I smiled. He’s the one I wanted to win anyway.

I kneeled on the floor in front of Pat with the ribbon in hand, but seeing a rock hard cock in front of me and a stomach full of liquid encouragement, so I put my mouth around his cock instead of the ribbon. He gasped as I started to move my mouth up and down his shaft, so I must have taken him by surprise but as I continued, he began to relax and enjoy it. I stroked him with both hands as I flicked my tongue over the ridge of his cock head. Patrick threw his head back, with his eyes closed, moaning with each touch.

He started to beg me to ride him, but I refused, sucking him harder and faster until he begged me to stop. I could feel the tension building in his balls as I played with them in my mouth. I licked him one more time then decided he was going to come for me now. I wrapped both hands around his shaft and put my mouth on his head. I stroked and sucked him at the same time until he came with a yelp and a string of prayers. I swallowed his load as he pumped hot cum into my mouth. I felt him go limp and I licked the last little bit of cum off of him then stood up. He was still involved with his conversation with God as I asked him to come home with me for round two of the game.

I never did get to put that bonnie blue ribbon on the first prize winner. I’ll have to do it again some other time.

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JM102 — Shelly

[Author’s Note: Hello again! Not much to say about this one. I’m sorry it was so long coming, but it took me a while to summon up the courage (and the mood) to write again.]

*

I managed to get all my stuff unpacked without further incident. It was awfully difficult, however; my head was full of Caitlin and what we had just done together. I had fully expected my first day at university to be confusing and full of questions, but there were just so many things that didn’t make sense already. Did people normally just start making out with near-strangers? Was that a university thing? Or maybe just a Caitlin thing? She hadn’t seemed like the sort of girl my high school peers would have deemed a ‘slut’, although I was forced to admit that I didn’t have much to base that off.

I quickly dismissed the notion that the cause might have been something special about me. I was entirely unremarkable in pretty much every way: a little taller and a smidgen skinnier than average; neither ugly nor particularly attractive; relatively self-confident but lacking any real charm. I had long since resigned myself to not having women show any interest in me beyond a passing glance. Yet Caitlin had basically forced herself on me — not that I was complaining. Not only had that been the first time a girl had even deigned to so much as touch my penis, I had fucked the best pair of tits I’d ever seen and blown my load all over her face. I’d basically skipped about a million intermediate steps, and with a girl I’d only just met, no less.

Add to that her weird attitude when talking about the Jackie Midlands hall, and my head was whirling. She’d said that the wardens had a liberal attitude towards sex, but it seemed that they weren’t the only ones. Then there was the curious rule about second-years not being allowed to have sex with first-years. It seemed oddly specific and pointless, so naturally there had to be some hidden meaning behind it that I was missing entirely.

With a sigh, I made my decision then and there: I wasn’t going to worry about it. I would focus on trying to ignore the weirdness and make friends. Maybe keep my head down a little bit, but generally just make the best of things.

When I arrived at the dining room for lunch, I was in for another shock. It was a little after twelve, so the long tables were quickly filling up as I made my way to the back of the line. The number of students didn’t surprise me as much as the absurd abundance of females. “Holy shit,” I breathed quietly as I scanned the room. “Am I the only guy here?”

“Rude,” said a noticeably deep voice from behind me, and I spun around guiltily. It was the second-year I’d seen at reception, his mop of bleach-blond hair hanging over his eyes. He was very tall, at least six foot five, and gangly like a beanpole. He had a lopsided grin on that told me he wasn’t being serious, but I felt the need to apologise anyway.

“Sorry, uh… was it Jacob? It just seems like . . . there’s no other guys here.” As the line shuffled forwards, I picked up a tray and continued to search the room. There were girls of all kinds — including a disproportionately high number of very attractive specimens, I noted — but I couldn’t see any other males sitting around.

“Well, last year the hall finally realised its single-sex model wasn’t in such high demand anymore. You know, there aren’t many people who insist their kids are segregated from the opposite sex these days. So last year they let five guys in with the first-year intake as a sort of test run. There were a couple of incidents, but on the whole it went relatively well, so this year they’re doubling that to ten dudes. The other four didn’t stick around, though — went flatting this year. I was the only one who stayed, but it’s mostly just ’cause I’m lazy.” He laughed heartily.

“So . . . where are the other guys?” I asked.

“There’s one other who’s arrived,” Jacob said, “but he’s sick so they sent lunch up to his room. The others are getting in tomorrow or Sunday. You two were the only ones coming in today. It’s not just the dudes, though. Most of the girls aren’t here yet either.

“So how many residents are there all up?” I asked, trying to do some quick math in my head.

“Okay, all the second-years and up are here, since Wednesday at least. That’s me and about eighty chicks. Twenty-odd first-years have turned up this morning, with another thirty due this afternoon. Then tomorrow it blows up, with a hundred and twenty booked to move in, and about forty stragglers on Sunday. So about three hundred people all up, over two-thirds of them being first-years. So basically,” he said, leaning in close to lower his voice, “you will have the most outstanding selection of tail in the world, little man.”

That was a lot more than the 80-20 split Caitlin had mentioned. I tried to laugh along with him, but it sounded a little hollow even to me. “That’s not exactly what I’m here for, you know,” I protested.

“Dude, as long erotik hikaye as you aren’t ugly as sin — which you aren’t — there will be girls lining up for the D. I tell ya, man, there’s something in the water here. Being one of five dudes last year with three hundred chicks, I was getting laid every other night. It was fucking awesome.”

Jacob was straying into TMI territory by now, but I was distracted by something he’d said. “Something in the water? What do you mean?” I was forcibly reminded of Caitlin’s warning that there was something strange about JMH.

“I dunno, man. It’s weird is all I’m saying. Everybody’s DTF, all the time.”

I didn’t know what DTF was supposed to mean, so I just nodded sagely and ladled pasta onto my plate, reminding myself of my decision not to worry about it.

Once I’d finished piling my tray with a selection of what looked like surprisingly good food, I followed Jacob to a table. I didn’t know anybody else here, and I would have felt exceedingly awkward sitting myself down with a group of girls. Luckily I recognised a couple of faces at the table we ended up at: Caitlin was there, along with a couple of the other second-years that I’d seen waiting around the reception area — all girls, of course.

Caitlin greeted me with a smile and a wave as I slid into my seat. “Hey, Tim. You get settled in all right?”

“Yeah, thanks,” I said. She gave no indication that she’d had my cum all over her face just a couple of hours earlier, so I tried to do the same. “I’ve got plenty of room.”

“So this is the guy from your block, Cait?” said the girl sitting opposite me, scrutinising me closely as I tucked in to my pasta. “He’s kinda cute.”

I didn’t know where to look, but I did my best to make eye contact with her as I nodded awkwardly. She wasn’t bad-looking herself. Platinum blonde hair, an angular face with high cheekbones and blue eyes, and decent tits. Not quite as big as Caitlin’s, but certainly very nice. I didn’t say as much out loud, though, pretending I had my mouth full to avoid having to reply.

The girl giggled at my reaction. “Easy, sport. I’m just being friendly. My name’s Shelly. I’m the RA for B block.” She reached out to shake my hand across the table.

As I reached out to take it, I felt something bump against my knee beneath the table and slide up along my thigh. I narrowed my eyes at Shelly, but she gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look and shook my hand as if she had no idea what was happening. I glanced briefly at Caitlin in the seat next to her, but she was suddenly engaged in conversation with Jacob to my right.

The pressure on my thigh did not abate as Shelly continued talking. It felt like a bare foot, but I had wisely changed my thin shorts for jeans before coming to lunch, so I couldn’t be sure. “You’re Tim, right?” she asked. “I don’t have any guys in my block, since most of them are in C or F. I might have to drop by and borrow you sometime.”

“Borrow me for what?” I asked suspiciously.

“Oh, I don’t know. Fun stuff,” she said casually, but there was a glint in her eye that made me wary. The foot — for that was what I was certain it was by now, made its way up my leg until it was resting right next to my crotch. Shelly seemed to be sitting slightly awkwardly in her seat, so there wasn’t really much of a mystery as to who the foot belonged to after all.

“Fun stuff, huh… say, are you all right, Shelly?” I asked, injecting a note of concern into my voice.

“What do you mean?” She frowned.

“Sorry, but you’re just sitting a bit funny. Is your chair uncomfortable?”

A brief flash of understanding crossed her face, but it was gone so quickly that I might have imagined it. “Oh, there’s just not much leg-room under these tables. I’m just trying to find somewhere to put my feet.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling far bolder than I would have thought possible. “I’ll shift a little bit for you.” I did shift, but it wasn’t my feet that moved. I spread my legs a little further apart, allowing her easier access, full of disbelief at what I was doing.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said innocently. Regardless, Shelly’s foot rapidly found its way to my crotch, pressing gently against the slowly growing lump of my cock. Her toes massaged me gently, and even through the denim I could feel the delightful undulations.

I quickly glanced at Jacob to see if he had noticed anything, but he was still talking to Caitlin. The girls on my other side seemed equally absorbed. The only person paying attention to me at all was Shelly, who was shifting slightly in her own seat as she stretched her leg out in front of her. I noticed that she had abandoned her lunch half-eaten, both hands out of sight beneath the line of the table.

“So, Tim,” she said, punctuating my name with a not-altogether-unpleasant shove of her foot against my crotch, “tell me about yourself. Do you have a girlfriend back home?”

Not the usual opening question, porno hikayeleri I reflected, but then again, she did currently have her foot on my dick — which, infuriatingly, was rapidly approaching being hard again. Even though I had been forced to jerk off after Caitlin left my room, it was apparently still up for more. “I’m single,” I said simply, not trusting myself to try and form complex sentences.

“Really? I find that hard to believe coming from a guy like you,” Shelly said teasingly, licking her lips in a manner that seemed involuntary and more than a little predatory. Her foot moved higher, finding my waistband and hooking over it. The contact of her toes under my shirt was soft and unexpected, and I had to stifle a gasp.

“You’re too nice to me,” I said weakly.

Shelly smiled mischievously, then nonchalantly changed the subject. “Say, Tim, Caitlin would have given you a bit of a tour, right? Did she show you around the B block area?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” I said, trying to ignore the foot which was now sliding up and down, back and forth across my abdomen. It was an entirely alien feeling, but I was starting to enjoy it.

“Well, that’s where all the recreational facilities are, so I think it’s important you see them,” Shelly said slyly. “What say I show you around after lunch, seeing as it’s my area?”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said, making an effort to return to the lunch I’d been ignoring. Somehow I didn’t think that a tour was all Shelly had in mind, but I didn’t want to say anything too presumptuous.

“Then that’s settled,” Shelly said, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and disappointment as the foot was removed. She stood up and took her tray back over to the kitchen, then returned to frown at me. “Well, come on then!” she said sharply.

“I’m still eating,” I protested vainly, but she gave me a look that made me realise I didn’t really need to eat any more. Possibly ever. The power of those clear blue eyes was quite phenomenal. I stood up without further complaints and dumped my tray before following Shelly out of the dining hall. Caitlin gave me a questioning look as we went, but made no move to stop us.

Shelly led me back towards B block, which Caitlin and I had passed briefly on our tour earlier. It was indeed located amongst most of the recreational facilities. Rather than heading towards any of them, though, Shelly breezed past them all, walking at such a brisk pace that I couldn’t catch up to speak to her. She made a beeline for the automatic doors of B block — which looked almost exactly like those at C block’s ground floor — and I followed her through the foyer until we came to a stop outside a bank of lifts.

“Honestly, I don’t know why we need three lifts,” she grumbled, thumbing the call button several times. “There’s only seventy residents in this building.”

I didn’t reply, taking the opportunity to look her up and down with greater attention. She was shorter and slimmer than Caitlin had been, with a waif-like build and a small, very tight-looking ass. She was wearing a pair of the tiniest denim shorts I had ever seen, leaving the smooth skin of her thighs almost completely exposed. She seemed to know it, too, glancing back over her shoulder at me as she walked into the lift. Her hips, not that there was much to them, swayed alluringly as she walked. I followed her into the lift like a zombie, not even trying to hide my gawking any more.

Shelly slid her ID card into a slot on the wall, pushed the top button on the panel — marked ‘R’ — and the doors slid closed.

“What’s on the roof?” I asked.

“Just the best of all the … recreational facilities here at JMH,” Shelly said with a slightly wicked smile.

We rode the lift up in silence. There wasn’t really much else to say. I just awkwardly renewed my efforts to not be seen perving, but it wasn’t exactly easy. Shelly stretched her arms luxuriously, causing her tiny tank-top to ride up and revealing a wide expanse of tanned, toned stomach.

The elevator stopped with a ‘ding’. I was so fixated on her midriff that it caught me by surprise when Shelly looped her arms around my neck and kissed me. My mind started to whirl as Shelly’s lips crushed against my own; they were harder than Caitlin’s, in a way, but no less intense. While Caitlin had been content to play around, Shelly was a businesslike kisser, going straight for weak spots even I didn’t know I had.

Simultaneously, she dragged me out of the lift onto the roof. There was a small shed up here, I noticed out of the corner of my eye in one of the brief moments when my entire field of vision was not full of Shelly. Peppering my lips and face with short, hard kisses, she pulled me towards it, an awkward movement considering the way our bodies were entwined. Rather than open the door, though, Shelly dragged me around the side of it, to a small alcove between the shed and the chain-link fence that ran around the edge of the sex hikaye roof. Once there, she pushed me down onto my back and lay on top of me, her lithe body pressed against mine at every possible point of contact. Even through my jeans, my cock was standing at attention, and she rubbed against it with a purr of satisfaction. Her hands were in my hair, her lips on my neck, her legs entwined with mine.

Again, my mind went back unbidden to my earlier encounter with Caitlin. Where she had been passionate but deliberate, Shelly was eager and hasty. She sat back, stripped off her shirt and flung it aside, then moved back in to kiss me again, an act I gladly reciprocated. Finding my arms free, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall open. The closeness of our bodies prevented it from falling away, so I grabbed it and pulled it out from between us, tossing it mindlessly aside. The movement had the added effect of twisting her body about ninety degrees, and in a sudden flash of brilliance I grabbed her shoulders and continued to turn her so she was lying on her back. Sitting up, I now had her sitting in my lap, half-naked and writhing as my hands found their way to her breasts. I kneaded them gladly, revelling in the feeling of the soft handfuls of flesh in my hands. Shelly seemed to enjoy it too, moaning and twisting her head to kiss me again. It was an awkward angle, but I complied with relish. It actually made for a rather different and not at all unpleasant feeling.

I ran my hands up and down the rest of her body, from her collarbone to her hips. She was so tiny, and somehow I felt very much in control. Pulling away from the kiss, I went for her ear, biting at it gently and flicking it with my tongue. She let out a quiet, high-pitched whine and ground her ass against me further. I took that as a signal and continued, swapping to the other ear before attacking her neck with lips, teeth and tongue. Meanwhile, I worked a hand into the waistband of her tight shorts and began exploring there.

Her impatient hands took over, pulling mine out of the way and unbuttoning her shorts before hooking her thumbs into the sides and wriggling them off over her butt. I wasted no time in rubbing my hand over the damp cotton of her panties, eliciting a groan of pleasure as her body continued to writhe against me like a desperate wild animal in heat. My free hand toyed with her nipple briefly before she grabbed it and brought it to her mouth, sucking on my fingers willingly and with vigour.

Feeling bold, I slid one hand inside the waistband of her panties, finding her burning hot slit and slipping a finger inside in one motion. She was soaked already and I met no resistance, but her entire body tensed and arched against me. I gently added a second finger, hoping it wasn’t too much.

It wasn’t. Shelly moaned, long and low, and half-turned to rain kisses on my face again. I took that as a sign of appreciation and began working my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Oh God,” Shelly grunted as I did so, the first coherent words she’d come out with since we reached the roof. They quickly dissolved into nonsensical ramblings and squeaks as I increased the pace of my fingers, though. I idly wondered if it were possible that she was approaching orgasm. I’d heard girls took a lot longer than guys, but Shelly seemed to be peaking pretty quickly. Deciding to take a chance on that, I manoeuvred my thumb around until I found a tiny, hard nub I guessed to be the clitoris.

Pressing gently down on that caused Shelly to scream, and I withdrew my thumb in shock.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” she hissed, so I shrugged mentally and returned to my previous position. “Oh, oh. Oh, Jesus!” Shelly was rapidly getting more and more vocal, and I wondered if anybody could possibly see us leant up against the wall of the shed on the roof of B block. The thought was driven from my mind, though, as her body began to shake.

It began with just another twitch as she writhed against me, but it rapidly grew in magnitude until her whole body was heaving spastically. She curled forwards, forcing me to come with her to keep my hand in her panties, bringing her knees up and rolling her whole body around her pussy as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Her spasms grew stronger and stronger until finally she threw her head back, almost connecting with my nose, and her legs lifted off the ground as she reached her orgasm with an explosive “FUUUUUUUUUCK!” that hurt my ears. The walls of her vagina clenched around my fingers, hot liquid squeezing out around them.

Shelly remained tense for a good few seconds before falling back against my chest, seeming utterly spent. She slid down my front until she was lying between my legs, then looked up at me with a dreamy, half-asleep look on her face. “Mmmm,” she moaned contentedly, rubbing her legs together as I slipped my fingers out of her. “Where did you learn to do that?”

I shrugged helplessly. “No idea,” I said. It was worrying me, actually. I was woefully inexperienced, and that entire session had just come out of nowhere.

Still, I figured one shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I leaned back against the wall of the shed, sighing contentedly as I let the warm noonday sun wash over my skin.

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The next morning dawned bright, the early mist clearing and the temperature rising quickly. Laura and Vivette decided to spend the day by the pool, enjoying the quiet sounds of the nearby countryside.

Vivette appeared from her room wearing a striking bikini, her breasts barely covered by tiny triangles of almost translucent material. Laura could see the deep cleft of her sex outlined by the tight fabric, and felt her mouth suddenly dry. Laura herself was more modestly covered, her bathing suit rather old-fashioned compared to Vivette’s ensemble.

She wrapped herself in her towel before making her way downstairs, suddenly shy in front of the older woman. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen: at dinner the previous evening Vivette had been her usual pleasant self, an ideal dining companion, and had made no mention of the episode in the master bedroom. Laura, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it, thinking about the sight of her hostess’s slim body writhing in pleasure, and the images of a stranger’s cock pounding into the elegant French woman’s ass hard and deep had thrilled her immeasurably.

As Laura appeared downstairs, Vivette made a moue of disappointment, clearly displeased by her choice of outfit, but said nothing.

The heavy pool side chairs were of old oak, steamer type chairs that the two girls could lie full length on, comfortable ticking cushions padding the wood. There were only a few inches between the two loungers; they were placed close enough to chat comfortably.

Vivette was tanned, her skin a rich golden colour shading to honey. Laura, in contrast, was milky-fair, her skin dusted with a sprinkling of freckles. The sun was high, and Laura began to rub lotion into herself, knowing that she would turn an unflattering shade of pink if she wasn’t careful. As she struggled to reach her upper arms, she turned to Vivette, and the older woman eagerly sat at the girl’s side to help. Laura turned face down, and tried to settle, resting her head on her arms but Vivette slipped the straps of Laura’s swim suit down, pulling firmly as Laura tried to resist. Laura held the top of her swim suit to her breast, but Vivette was determined.

‘You do not want ugly lines, ma petite!’ she chided the girl, ‘and your breasts are too beautiful to hide.’

Laura gave in, and allowed Vivette to pull the swim suit down to her hips. The woman was right. Laura’s breasts were beautiful; she was a classic hourglass figure, flaring full hips and a curved line to her breasts that drew mens eyes. As she lay down again, she felt Vivette’s hands on her back, smoothing the cool liquid lotion into her skin, easing her hands over her arms and down the curve of her waist. She worked methodically, covering all of the girl’s back, further and further down until her fingertips were brushing against the lower edge of the suit skimming the girl’s buttocks. Vivette enjoyed the contrast of her tanned hands against the girl’s pale purity, and the softness and smoothness of the youthful skin.

Then she moved down to her legs, using escort şişli both hands to rub lotion up the girl’s rounded thighs. Her fingertips slid down the insides, caressing the soft delicate skin there. Almost imperceptibly, the girls thighs separated, and she squirmed a little. Vivette’s fingers slid inwards, and higher, until she was just brushing against the cloth of the swim suit. Her touch was feather-light, delicate flicks and strokes designed to tantalize. Teasingly, she moved back down again, rubbing lotion into Laura’s curves with a business-like briskness, and smiled to herself as she heard a light moan escape the girl’s lips.

Her hands returned to caress the girl’s back. This time, there was no pretence at rubbing in lotion, this time her touch was aimed to arouse, her nails lightly scratching, tickling the girls neck, then sliding down the length of her spine. She slid her hands down the sides of the girl’s torso, brushing over the curves of her breasts at the side. Then her hands were smoothing across the tops of Laura’s thighs, her thumbs dipping into the gap between them, curving round to the soft skin of her inner thigh again. Vivette knew this was exciting the girl, and she leaned forward to drop a row of whisper-light kisses across her shoulders, and her hands slipped down over her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh under the cloth of her swim-suit.

‘Let me take this off, cherie,’ she whispered into the girl’s ear, and without waiting for an answer, she eased the stretchy material over the girl’s hips. Laura raised herself slightly to help, and was soon lying there naked, her pale rounded buttocks quivering under the woman’s expert touch.

Vivette stroked the backs of the girl’s thighs and then Laura felt her fingers, long and delicate, insinuate themselves between them, pushing in deeper to find the cleft of her sex. Vivette eased a finger gently inside the girl, and Laura gasped at the sensation, feeling every movement inside her, feeling Vivette’s finger pressing against the walls of her vagina, exploring her intimately. She knew how wet she was, and could hear the moist sounds that heralded her arousal.

Vivette was overcome with an urge to move more quickly. She wanted to thrust her fingers deep inside, and then stretch the girls pussy wide, ramming her hand in until the girl was coming wildly, her legs spread in abandon. But she knew that Laura was a virgin, and knew that her husband would want to bury himself in her first, to be the first to possess her fully, so she contented herself with just a slim finger rotating and tickling.

Laura’s pelvis was beginning to move, rocking slightly in response. Vivette whispered to her to turn over, and Laura did so, looking up at the woman who was now licking her finger, tasting the buttery juices of the girl lying in front of her. Her finger was soon buried back in Laura’s hot sex, and she edged down the sun lounger until she was able to take the young girls clitoris in her mouth, sucking gently, flicking the nub of tissue with the tip of her tongue. https://shetaksim.com Instinctively, Laura’s hands moved to help, holding back the lips of her sex so that Vivette could explore, the woman’s tongue massaging up her slit, licking and nibbling at her labia as she continued to finger into her pussy. Laura was slippery with longing as Vivette’s finger slid into her easily, stimulating her to orgasm.

The musky scent of her arousal was shimmering in the air, and Laura came with a startled gasp, her pelvis rocking to force Vivette’s tongue harder onto her, to push her finger deeper.

Vivette sat up, looking down at the young girl she had just brought to orgasm, enjoying the sight of the youthful body lying there relaxed, her legs still splayed open, her sex glistening and engorged. Laura sighed, a deep breath of satisfaction.

‘Oh, that was lovely,’ she smiled, and Vivette lay back down on her own sun lounger.

‘Yes, it was,’ she replied, ‘you taste of honey, my sweet one.’

As the women smiled at each other, Laura noticed a movement from the corner of her eye, and Vivette caught the angle of her gaze, turning to face the young man who had just appeared. He was tall and muscular, dressed only in a pair of tight denim shorts, resting his arms casually on a rake. Laura sat up slightly in alarm, but Vivette called over to him, and he wandered round the side of the pool.

‘This is Paul,’ she introduced the man to Laura, ‘he is our gardener,’ and she smiled at him, her eyes razing over his body. Laura recognized him: he had been the stranger in the video, the man who had ravaged Vivette so erotically.

Laura couldn’t help but copy Vivette: his body was hypnotic, powerfully muscled, a tan caused by honest outdoor work and not a salon, and an erection that his tight shorts did nothing to hide. It was obvious that he had been watching them, watching Laura come in ecstasy.

He looked at Vivette, and a silent communication between them took place. She lay on her side and he slid in behind her, the large steamer accommodating them both easily. The sun loungers were so close together that Laura had the peculiar sensation that they were all sharing a bed.

He quickly undid the ties holding Vivette’s bikini bottoms at her hips, exposing her. Laura drank in the sight of the woman’s pussy, a neat tuft of fair hair at the apex of her slit. She leant forward, wanting to see more, and was rewarded when Paul reached down from behind his mistress to finger her sex, his broad fingertip probing to find and massage her clit. He wriggled out of his shorts, and his cock stood firm and proud. Laura was so close that she could see he was virtually hairless: his balls were clean and smooth and he had only a tuft at the base of his shaft, almost identical to Vivette.

He lifted the woman’s leg high, pulling it back so that her sex was split open, her labia separating to reveal the deep musky cleft of her pussy. His cock drove into her, the bulbous tip distending her pussy. He slid into her inch by inch, and Laura https://nisantasiescort.com watched intently. She had seen them fucking on tape, but this was so much better, the eroticism of their actions accompanied by the sounds of flesh against flesh, and the woman’s groans of pleasure. Paul began to thrust. Harder and harder he shoved his cock into Vivette, his balls slapping against her thighs, buried in her to the hilt. Laura was realizing that Vivette preferred sex fast and hard and vigorous: the harder Paul rammed into her, the louder her murmurs of lust. He plunged deeply, ramming in like a jack hammer, and Vivette groaned as she felt his cock fill her, reaching to the neck of her womb, stimulating the velvet lined walls of her cunt.

She looked over at Laura, seeing that the girl was watching the cock driving into her. Vivette needed to play with her clit, to rub until she came, screaming Paul’s name, feeling him pumping inside her, unloading his hot come into her needy pussy. She wanted to feel Laura’s fingers on her, to have her pussy used by the two of them, working together to bring her to orgasm. But she knew there would be time for that later: there was plenty of time to teach the girl the art of pleasuring a woman.

Paul’s hands had reached under the woman, and were playing with her breasts, pulling almost brutally at her nipples, pinching and tweaking them, leaving red marks on her skin.

Laura, despite coming only minutes earlier, felt the familiar heat rise within her as she watched the couple copulating, and almost subconsciously, her hand wandered between her legs, exploring for that nub of pleasure.

Laura’s hand mimicked the girl’s actions, and the two of them lay facing one another, each masturbating frantically as Paul continued to plunder Vivette’s pussy. Vivette began to shudder, and Laura watched her face contort, her eyes screwing up almost as though she was in pain, and Laura knew that the older woman was about to come. Her fingers, rolling and pulling at her clit, speeded up and she came with a loud moan. Still Paul continued to ram into her, ignoring her pleas to stop, stimulating her cunt beyond endurance, as after quivers from her orgasm rocked through her body.

Paul was about to come: his cock was hard, his balls heavy, and he wanted to see his seed erupt over the women. He pulled out from his mistress; his cock covered in her oily juices, and kneeled above her, holding his cock firmly. His fingers moved rapidly up and down his shaft, rubbing over the bulbous tip which was leaking pre-cum copiously. He could feel his seed rising, his balls tensing, and with a loud shout, he spurted hot streams of come over the girl laying on the lounger, watching in fascination, her hand still playing with her clit. Droplets landed on her, her face, her breasts and her belly, each almost burning. The scent of his come hung in the air, hot sex and salt.

Vivette reached across and wiped up a droplet from the young girl’s breast: she sucked the seed from her finger tip, and then licked up another that had landed on the girl’s nipple. Laura shuddered, a tremor of longing arcing through her body. She knew that this was only the start: she knew that she too would soon feel the pleasure of a thick cock in her pussy.

To be continued…

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As Paul was made the turn onto his street he noticed a large moving van parked blocking his drive way. “Well looks like I am getting some new neighbors,” he thought out loud.

He parked his car on the street and walked toward his house, looking around a bit at the piles of items laying around the moving van, he tried to get a sense of what type of family he would have next door. As he was reaching his door he saw a young lady coming out of the truck carrying a fairly large box. She looked to be struggling with the size of it, so he went over to help.

“Here, let me take that for you,” I said reaching for the box. “My name is Paul, I live next door.” As he put one hand under the box to steady it, he reached around with his other hand to grasp the side of it, in doing so his hand brushed lightly on the side of her breast. “Oh, excuse me, I am sorry,” Paul said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, “accidents happen, by the way, my name is Shelly, nice to meet you Paul.”

And so the weekend of helping her move in began for Paul.

They talked and got to know a bit about each other during the two days of unloading the van. Paul found out that she was newly divorced, just 6 months ago, had no children, was starting a new business venture opening a thrift shop and was 29 years old.

Shelly learned that Paul had divorced 6 years ago, he lived alone because his children had grown and moved away, he was a retired business owner, having a small hardware store in town, but still liked to put in a day or two at the store.

Sunday afternoon as they were finally pulling the last of Shelly’s belongings from the truck, both sweating from the warm day, Shelly said, “Paul, why don’t we take a little break, I made some fresh lemonade last night, let’s go inside and relax a bit.”

“That sounds like a great idea to me little lady,” Paul replied with a smile, “I don’t think I’ve had a glass of lemonade in years.”

They went into her house Paul sat down at the table while Shelly walked into the kitchen to get the drinks for them, they continued to chat through the breakfast counter that separated the rooms, Paul watched as Shelly got some glasses from the cupboard and turned to get the ice and lemonade from the fridge. Paul could see her only from her neck to the waist due to the cabinets above the breakfast nook. He was watching very intently as she first put some ice in their glasses, then took a couple pieces and began to rub them over her neck and upper chest letting the coldness refresh her body the melting water trailing down into her shirt.

Watching Shelly, Paul was starting to get aroused, which surprised him because he was never attracted to younger women in the least, but the sight of her breasts rising and falling with her breaths and the ice water running down into her top brought up some very long lost desires.

Shelly tossed the melting ice into the sink, poured their lemonade and brought the glasses to the table, setting Paul’s down in front of him their eyes met for an instant, she was quite certain he had the look of desire but pushed the thought out of her mind and sat down in the other chair. As she looked up to speak, once more their eyes lock, his deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.

“Paul,” Shelly finally said, “I can’t thank you enough for all your help this weekend, I know I could never have done it alone in just two days.”

Paul finally blinked and replied quietly, “Hey little lady, that’s what neighbors do, help each other.” He squirmed a bit in his chair as he realized that he had just spent the last few minutes picturing her curvy body naked. “One more thing,” Paul added, “I have these for you.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a ring with three keys on it. “The realtor gave them to me in case of any emergency while the house was empty, it’s been close to 6 months now.”

Shelly reached her hand across the table, as Paul laid the keys into her open hand she closed her hand around his sending a small shock wave thru Paul’s body at her touch.

“I think I would really like you to keep them Paul,” Shelly said almost whispering. “I am on the last of my prescribed sleeping pills, and they do know me out most nights, especially with the work out of moving lately, I think I would feel safer knowing that, if, there was a problem I could count on you to take care of it for me.”

She released her hold on his hand, and Paul put the keys back into his pocket telling her, “well little lady, you can count on me to rescue you.”

They finished their lemonade, carrying on with small talk then returned to the van to finally get the last few items removed.

Setting the last box down in the living room, Paul asked, “well this is the last box, is there anything you need help with?”

“Well there is one thing Paul, if you don’t mind,” Shelly said, “I could really use some help putting my bed and dresser in place, it would be nice to sleep in my own bed and not the sofa escort bayan tonight.”

“Of course.” said Paul, “you should get a good night’s rest after all of this, lead the way little lady.”

Following her down the short hallway Paul’s eyes are drawn to the curves of her body, not a big girl, but just curvy with a very well rounded butt, again his arousal surprised him.

“Here we are,” Shelly said, “this is my escape reality room.”

Looking around Paul noticed that she had already placed most of the furniture, he also noticed that as he looked out the large bedroom window, he could see the window to his home office just a few feet away.

Reaching for the head board that was leaning against the wall, Paul asked, “Where would you like this set up?”

“Right where it is,” Shelly responded. “I like to have the bed in the center of the room, I have the furniture where I want it, it’s just that the bed and frame are too big and heavy for me to set up alone.”

Together they got the bed put together and placed where she wanted it. Paul then moved to the dresser, pulled a bit from the wall and asked, “ok now what about this dresser?”

“I want it pretty much where it is, but I need help attaching the mirror.” Shelly said.

“Well, I can see why,” Paul exclaimed, “this mirror is just as big as the dresser, must be five foot.”

When the dresser was put together they pushed it back to the wall and Shelly picked up a large lamp to place on top. “I’m still a big baby,” she said as she plugged it the lamp, “this has a night light base, I still can’t sleep in total darkness.” She turned on the lamp to show him the light glow it put out.

“Well, little lady, if there is nothing else I can help you with, I think I should head home and leave you to your own devises in setting up your sanctuary.”

Shelly was setting a box on the bed and asked, “Paul, would you please set that box on the bed for me, I would like to get my things put into the dresser tonight?”

Paul lifted the box she had pointed at and as he carried it to the bed, the bottom popped open spilling clothes on the floor and bed.

“Oh crap!” Paul said , “the bottom fell out.” Looking down he noticed that everything that fell was lingerie, bending, he scooped them up and tossed them on the bed.

“Ok Shelly,” he said, this is definitely all your to deal with, I will see you tomorrow and we can finish getting the other rooms done.”

Paul was heading down the hall as Shelly thanked him for his help, she then walked over and began putting her clothes into the dresser. As she began sorting and putting things away, she came across her sheer black nightgown that she had purchased for her honeymoon, the set included a matching bra and panties with a very short camisole, strange she thought, the panties seem to be missing.

As Paul was walking into his own bedroom he pulled the panties from his pocket, thinking “what am I some crazed old pervert, what possessed me to steal her panties?” Holding them up he could see right through them, his mind imagined how sexy Shelly must have looked in them. Paul laid them on his bed as he undressed for his shower, then a strange urge hit him, he got on his knees, leaned forward over his bed and kissed the crotch of the panties. Taking his shower Paul’s mind was on Shelly and her panties, thinking how beautiful her ass would look wearing them, stroking himself, Paul closed his eyes and let this new fantasy fill his mind, soon he was spraying his load along with the water from the shower head. He finished his shower and put on his robe, heading to his office he flipped the light switch planning to look up his favorite porn site on the computer. Walking to the window to let in some fresh evening air he saw Shelly as she walked from her bathroom with a towel over her head, and nothing else. Quickly he turned the light off and closed the curtains. Pulling aside very carefully the end of the curtain, he watched Shelly as she stood naked basking in the glow of the lamp’s night light, her back was to him so he had a perfect view of her bare ass, it was even more beautiful than he had imagined, nice and round and still looking quite firm. He was also able to see her reflection in the mirror, “oh my god,” he thought, “what a perfect body.”

As Shelly stood in front of her mirror drying her hair, she stared at her own reflection thinking to herself, “I do still have my shape, but maybe a little toning up will help.” She reached for her sleeping pills and swallowed one with a drink of water, setting the glass back down she ran her hands over her breasts and stomach and down to her freshly trimmed pussy, “I don’t know why I bother with grooming anymore, it’s not like there is anyone to appreciate it.” Reaching into a drawer she pulled out the shirt she likes to sleep in, pulling it over her head she noticed a movement in the mirror from the window of Paul’s house, turning she looked toward the window, “I guess escort Paul likes the fresh air as well,” she thought. Walking around the bed Shelly bent down to fluff her pillows a bit and to roll the comforter down, choosing to sleep with just a sheet.

Watching Shelly as she bent forward over the bed, her beautiful bare ass pointing right at him, Paul shot his second load of the night.

Shelly crawled into bed and pulled the sheet over her, letting her body relax and the sleeping pill take over.

Paul continued to watch for 2 hours as Shelly fell asleep.

This went on for the next 3 days and nights, days Paul would be over at Shelly’s house helping her arrange furniture, nights he would watch her as she showered, took her pill and slept. Paul noted that the pills seemed to take effect rather quickly, most nights within an hour of getting into bed Shelly seemed to be fast asleep.

On the fourth night, about an hour or so after Shelly had fallen asleep Paul herd her phone ring, watching intently he noticed that she did not stir at all, even though the phone was right next to her bed. “She did say those pills made her sleep pretty heavily,” Paul remembered.

Paul continued to watch her for the next hour, then just as he was about to call it a night and go to bed himself, she rolled over onto her stomach, as she rolled the sheet moved with her and exposed part of her ass. Paul’s mind went a little wild at seeing her bared round ass again, he quickly took off his robe and put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. Not really knowing what he was doing, Paul picked up the keys to her house, walked over and let himself in.

Standing in the dining room, the thought, “what am I doing, this is wrong.” But he was no longer in control of himself, he had to see Shelly’s naked body up close, “yes,” he told himself, “I will just look in on her, make sure she is alright.”

Walking down the hall he could see the glow from her night light, walking quietly into her room he stood over her bed gazing down at the perfect roundness of her ass. He whispered her name a couple times to see if she would stir, nothing at all, she was sound asleep.

Paul reached with a shaking hand until his fingers touched her ass, stopping, he watched, still no movement. Paul placed his hand on her butt cheek, nice he thought, round, yet firm and so smooth. He began caressing her ass, always watching for movement from her. Feeling bolder Paul leaned down and placed a light kiss on her butt cheek, inhaling the sweet smell of her body. Paul slowly let his tongue lick between her ass cheeks, while he reached lower with his hand to her pussy, letting his finger slip between the lips. At this Shelly moaned very lightly and her legs parted slightly. Paul stopped and waited to see if he had woken her. Realizing that her breathing had not changed and that she was still sound asleep but her body was reacting, he continued his movement. His finger was sliding up and down inside of her pussy lips, he could feel her getting moist and hear occasional soft moans from her.

As Shelly became more wet from his finger play Paul got more bold, slipping his finger slowly into her pussy he began to gently fuck her with it, at the same time he was beginning to lick her tight asshole, pushing his tongue into her. He continues finger fucking her pussy while his tongue fucked her ass, her body reacting in its sleep by pushing back into him slightly. All of a sudden he felt it, he began to cum in his pants, just by touching Shelly’s body he had his own orgasm, as he came, his tongue went deep into her ass, he felt a muscle twitch as he had his face buried between her ass cheeks, then he felt her wetness coat his hand as Shelly groaned lightly.

“Wow,” he thought, “I think she just came in her sleep.”

Paul removed his hand and tongue from her holes, lifting his fingers to his mouth he tasted the sweet juices from her pussy, savoring the taste and aroma. Pulling her comforter from the foot of the bed, he covered her body and headed back home.

For the next 3 nights Paul waited for Shelly to fall asleep then made his way into her bedroom, depending on the position she slept in he was able to enjoy the flavors of all of her body. On night 3, as he was staring down at her once again exposed ass, he decided to push things farther, after he had tongues her ass hole for a while, and two fingers in her pussy, he stopped, stood and removed his pants, climbing on the bed very gently he straddled her ass and let his hard dick slide between her cheeks, rubbing his dick down over her pussy he let her juices mingle with the saliva that he had already left on her ass hole. Slowly he let the head of his dick rest on the tiny opening of her ass, knowing that he was going way to far this time, he slowly pushed down, feeling the head of his dick force open her asshole, “god she is tight”, Paul thought as he pushed slowly. When he had the head fully imbedded in her ass he felt her bayan escort muscles relax and he slid all the way inside, at this point Shelly set out a groan, Paul began to slowly pump her ass, the feeling was incredible, he had never fucked a woman’s ass before, and Shelly had by far the most perfect ass he could imagine. Feeling the buildup of his orgasm Paul knew he should pull out and shot his load on a towel or his pants, but the feeling was just to incredible, Paul took a few more strokes and buried himself fully into her ass and unloaded. As his orgasm subsided and his dick began to slide out of the warm tight hole, Paul was thinking, “now I’ve done it, no way to hide this.” His dick slipped completely out of Shelly’s ass and he saw the beginnings of his cum trickle out. Climbing off of her, Paul went to the bathroom and grabbed the wash cloth from the shower, rinsing it in warm water he returned to her and tried to clean up the mess he had made. Paul put his pants back on and covered her nakedness again with the comforter that was folded at the foot of the bed. Took another look at Shelly and went back home.

The next morning, Paul feeling a bit worried and nervous knocked on Shelly’s door, holding a box of doughnuts and some fresh coffee from the local shop he said, “good morning little lady, how about some breakfast before we move more furniture?’

“That would be lovely,” Shelly replied, “you sure know how to treat a girl special.”

Hearing those words, Paul blushed a bit, and stammered, “well it’s been a long time since I had anyone to treat special.”

Shelly smiled as they sat to drink coffee and eat the doughnuts. “So Paul,” she said, “is there a lady friend in your life?”

“Oh god no,” Paul replied very quickly, “I’m 57 years old, I doubt that I have much left to offer any lady.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Shelly said grinning, “you seem to be holding your own pretty well.”

Paul choked on the doughnut he was eating as he heard that, then knocked over his coffee, reaching for some napkins he tried to clean up the spill.

“Let me get that Paul,” Shelly said with a laugh, “sometimes it is better to let others clean up after you.”

Paul’s face was turning a bright red as Shelly came over with a damp towel and started cleaning the coffee spill.

“Don’t worry Paul,” Shelly said, “it’s just a little wetness, easily cleaned.”

“Well,” Paul stammered, “are we ready to finish putting things in place around here?”

“Yep, I have only a couple of place left to fill.” Shelly said with a wink.

They finished moving the furniture around at about 3pm.

“Well little lady, looks pretty good, are you satisfied with it?” Paul asked.

“Very satisfied,” Shelly whispered, “very satisfied.”

“How about I take you out for an early dinner to celebrate the final touches being completed?” Paul asked her.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, let me change into something a little more presentable,” she said, adding, “I certainly hope all the touches aren’t final yet.” Turning, Shelly headed to her room to change, leaving Paul standing there wondering.

As they sat eating, Shelly looked into Paul’s eyes and said, “I really want to thank you for everything you have done for me this last week, you have truly been amazing.”

Reaching for her hands, Paul said, “Little lady, it has been my pleasure.”

“And mine,” Shelly whispered grasping Paul’s hands as she stared deep into his eyes.

Pulling into Shelly’s driveway, Paul stopped his car and went around to open her door. As Shelly stood, she leaned over and kissed Paul lightly on the lips, then said, “Paul, when you come over tonight, bring the panties with you and you can see how the full ensemble looks together.”

“um, well, I, um,” Paul stuttered, trying to formulate his thoughts and words, “how did you know, or when, I though you said your pills knocked you out?”

“Paul, I haven’t taken any sleeping pills since the first night you came over, I had to think about how my comforter ended up unfolded and over me, I never use it,” Shelly told him.

“Um, oh god, Shelly I am sorry, can you forgive me?” Paul stammered.

“Really Paul, there is nothing to forgive you for, after your first visit and my confused state when I woke, I started putting things together,” Shelly told him, ” thought I saw you watching me that night, and I noticed my panties missing right away. I must say, I have never in my live felt such tenderness and love from a man as I did from you. Though I was there for your pleasure, you never once denied my pleasure. I will admit to being just a little nervous last night, no man has ever entered my ass, let alone loved it like you seem to. I wasn’t sure if I could go through with my fake sleep, but you were so tender, so gentle, and when you came inside of me, I cried tears of pure joy.”

When Shelly finished speaking, Paul was without words, all he could do was to reach for her, take her in his arms and kiss her tender lips passionately.

As they broke their kiss, Shelly looked at Paul and pleaded, “please, stay with me tonight, let’s explore and discover each other completely, I want to really know what it feels like to be loved by a man.”

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