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Anjali and Vaishali — 1

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Husbands have gone for a drink, wives lay naked in each other’s arms.

Dear readers you have read about these two characters in my three part episode ‘Journey With Beautiful Lady’. The journey ended there, but not their adventures in a different way. So this is titled as above. It is planned to write 4 episodes… let us see how their story takes what turns. Dil thamke padhna.. ok.. good reading.. Sudha.

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By the time Vaishali and Naresh alighted the bus at Hyderabad bus station it is 6’o clock in the evening. Vaishali’s husband Govind is already there for her. The moment she got down the bus, she ran to him, hugged him tightly.

Seeing Naresh, Govind released Vaishali and embraced his friend and asked “Hey! Naresh! It had been a long time we have net… What are you doing now? Where are you staying? And did you get married?” showered his questions.

Wait…wait.. so many questions at a time… first I must have hot coffee or tea in my stomach, then only I can answer… come let us go to the canteen and talk there. Naresh led them to the canteen and ordered coffee for all. Then he started telling about himself. After having their chat for about 15 minutes they came out of the bus station.

Govind led them to his car and said to Naresh “come I’ll drop you”.

“No, I already booked a cab. It may be somewhere here and looked around. A cab wala raised his hand.. “there it is… ok we’ll meet again..” said Naresh.

“Bhayyaa… come home with Bhabhi…” waving her hand Vaishali said. “Han Naresh.. come home, any time you are welcome… we’ll spend some time and recollect old days.. By the way don’t forget to bring sister” Govind said and bid goodbye to Naresh starting his car.

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“So dear how was the marriage? Did you enjoy?” Govind asked Vaishali as they came out of traffic.

“Yes, very much…” she placing her palm on Govind’s thigh said.

“You seem to be tired..”

“Yes; no sleep throughout the night… myself, Vivek, Pranuthi, the bride and your friend Naresh and some other friends of Vivek we all spent a good time together.” She said remembering what Naresh had done to her and how she enjoyed him” she felt that her panty dampened by the thought.

“So you enjoyed well..” putting his hand around Vaishali, her husband asked.

“Yes; particularly the boat riding, very thrilling… shall we go again.. and see the whole of vizag.. it is said that Araku valley is worth to be seen” and she held his member over the trouser and pressed.

Definitely… we will plan as early as possible’.

“Ask your friend Naresh and his wife also to join us. The more the merrier isn’t it? And if we take bhayya with us we can get the accommodation at his GH easily” and once again she squeezed his member.

“That is a good idea.. I’ll ask him. Mmmm ..dear we are on the road” he said.

“I am very horny dear” Vaishali squeezed his dick again.

“I too dear… I missed you though only for two nights. We will have a good love game in the night”

“Ok dear .. I am waiting..” she said, bent forward kissed her husband.

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That night at 10’o clock…..

“aah maa.. eat.. dear eat my pussy… oh.. darling your tongue is creating ripples in my body…” Vaishali said while her husband Govind is sucking her oozing cunt.

“Oh Vishnoo…” he said. He always calls her as Vishnoo “…it seems Vizag water has made you more horny… previously you never showed so much of interest in sex” he raised his head from Vaishali’s pussy and said.

“May be Govind.. I don’t know why from last two days I am feeling more horny and always thinking of your dick” she ran her fingers in his hair. Actually she is a bit guilty, that she had cheated her husband with Naresh, and she is feeling sorry for it.

“Any way I am happy that you have changed.. now I will give full satisfaction” he got up and embraced Vaishali.

Vaishali took his penis in her fist and pressing it said… “Govind if yours is an inch smaller and less thick…” and she sighed.

“What can I do dear.. that is how god has given, I can’t change it big or small isn’t it.”.

“Oh dear I am not telling you that, only that if you ram with full force I am hurt..that is all.”

“I will take care now dear… I am sorry if I hurt you… now shall we commence our love game” he laid her on her back and came over her.

“Darling” Vaishali kissing her husband who is playing with her tits said… “Today I want to give what you never expect from me dear”.

“Really, what is so special Vishnoo…”

She took her lips to her husband’s ear and whispered “To day you can take me in the back darling”.

“What…?” he looked at Vaishali with shock. Vaishali garlanded bursa eskort her hands around Govind’s neck and whispered again with shy.. yes dear what you heard is correct. I know how you are mad after my rear… two days of your absence gave me this idea… I know how much you love me.. and what did I do…”

“Are you sure dear…”

“Yes, but be gentle…” she lowered her eyes with shy.

Vaishali is on her fours now, on her knees and palms. Her spongy fair buttocks raised high and widened her knees to give a good view of her ass to her husband. Govind is in delirium. From the time of his marriage 2 ½ years back he was mad about Vishnoo’s anus and that wish of his going to fulfill today.

He came behind her and widened her buttocks with his both thumbs put his nose between the butt channel and sniffed. A strong aroma filled his nostrils. “Aaaahhh… what a strong odor you have Vishnoo…” and he started licking her ass and her choot also. Within no time her choot is releasing nectar into his mouth which Govind slurped with joy.

Vaishali pushed her buttocks on his face and crooned “Darling… am I tasty.”

“Yes sweet heart, much more tastier that what I expected.

“…than eat.. eat as much as you like..” she pushed her waist back.

After five minutes of slurping her ass and cunt Govind got up and came behind his wife and pushed his dick in her buttocks.

“Govind… be careful.. it may hurt.. Why don’t you lubricate it..” thinking how Naresh had lubricated and fucked her ass a night before.

Yes vishnoo that is a good idea, however I want to lubricate it with my saliva.. yet for your satisfaction…” and he went to the dressing mirror and brought coconut oil bottle and poured a good quantity in her buttocks and rubbed his fingers there, because of oil his fore finger slipped in Vaishali’s rectum.

“Mmm..MM… dear it is good.. push it deep in”.

Govind never expected such an encouragement, and pushed his full finger in her in one go, and asked… “is it hurting dear?”

“No.. did you pushed…?” though she knew it had gone fully in she asked.

“Yes Vishnoo full finger is in your ass.”

“What full finger… I never felt it.. ok .. now you can push your thing in me..”

“What to push dear…” he pinching her nipple with one hand asked.

“Oh.. you are naughty dear.. your lund in my gaand”.

“Thank you dear and he pushed his full 8” in her inch by inch, she squealed and he started fucking her ass and enjoying the first fuck of his wife’s anus. Though Vaishali felt pain she controlled her pain for cheating him. Govind vigorously moving in and out of her while pinching her nipple with one and fingering her pussy with the other.

His fingering thrilled her… apart from that his fucking her anus also giving her thrills. While enjoying her hubby she also recollected how Naresh fucked her in Vizag and moaning sweetly she reached her climax. Govind also in excitement took her ass and he too shot his hot jism in her ass and fell on her and panting heavily. *************

Let is see what is happening at Naresh’s place. By the time he reached his home it is 7 in the evening. Anjali his wife prepared dinner and is anxiously waiting for him. “Hi Anju..” he said while entering the house. Anajali ran to him, hugged tightly saying Naresh.. Naresh….

Naresh took her in his embrace and kissed her lovely eyes and forehead. “Naresh you are stinking…” Anjali said moving aside. “yah dear.. 12 hours of bus journey, that too day time.. I know I am stinking and sticky” he said leaving her. “Go and have bath, I’ll prepare tea for you and moved towards kitchen. She knows Naresh is fond of tea or coffee.

Naresh has bath, wore his white pajama ad jubba applying ponds powder on his body came to the dining hall. Anajali is ready with 2 cups if steaming tea. He sat on the chair and dragged Anjali on him. She fell in his lap placing her taut buttocks. Then they both had tea and just relaxing. Anjali garlanding her arms around Naresh’s neck asked “How was the marriage Naresh. What did your cousin said?”

“Pranuthi is very happy Anajali she felt sorry that you have not attended the marriage. .. by the way I used to tell you about my friend Govind.. do you remember?” he placing his palm on her tit said. His other hand is around her waist.

She smiled at him said “Is he a person to be forgotten… my god how many times you have told about him, now I am eager to see him and meet him who influenced my Naresh so much. By the way what about him?”

“I met him to day…”

“Really.. Where..?” she too asked excitedly.

“At the bus depot, He came to receive his wife, coincidence is that she also attended the same marriage…”

“Oh! Did you met her at the marriage..”

“No dear I had seen her bursa bayan escort moving here and there at the pandal, but I don’t know that she is Mrs. Govind.. at the bus station he introduced her to me saying ‘naresh meet your sister Vaishali’ one more thing they asked us to come to their home. They are residing three km away from here”.

“Very nice.. so after your college days you met your best friend now. When shall we go I am also eager to meet them”.

“Next week we’ll plan dear” and he pushed his hand between her thighs over the saree frills.

“You naughty, what are you doing…? it is not even 8 and you are on your mischievousness, can’t you wait till we go to the bedroom.

“No sweet heart.. it had been two days you see… I can’t wait, we will have now one quick” he winked at her.

“Where here only…” she pressing her butt on his bulge asked.

“Yes, my queen… here only.. at this dining table..” He said and made her a cow on the table. “You are becoming more naughty and mischievous Naresh” she smilingly said and raised her saree above her waist.

Naresh pulled her panty and took her from behind.

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Three weeks passed. Both couple are enjoying themselves. That day is Saturday weekend holiday. At about 10 in the morning after having their breakfast, Govind and Vaishali were in their bedroom and were chit chatting. Suddenly Vaishali said “Govind you said you’ll invite your friend Naresh for lunch, why don’t you ask them to come today. You have a holiday today, he too might be..” she said. Actually she wanted to meet Naresh.

“Good idea dear and he phoned Govind, as the phone is received he said “Naresh… your sister wants to see you, why don’t you both come down for lunch today”.

‘I didn’t have any plan guru, let me find out with Anju and let you know” Naresh said and moved to the kitchen to inform Anjali about the invitation. As he entered Anjali said “Naresh, why don’t you invite your friend Govind and his wife for lunch..?”

“No chance Anju.. they have already invited us for lunch, I came to inform you about that only.. do you have any other plans..?”

“No… I am ready..”

“Then get ready.. it is 10.20 now. We’ll start at 11 am.” And they both moved to their room and Anjali entered the bathroom.

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By 11.30 in the morning Anjali and Naresh were at Govind’s house. “Welcome.. welcome.. Vaishali see who had come…?” Govind inviting his friend said.

“Who…?” saying it Vaishali came out and as she saw Naresh her face beamed and said “OH! Bhayya… welcome…” she said.

“Anjali, this is Govind my dearest friend and she his wife Vaishali.. bolo bahen kaisi ho…?” he said and looked deeply in Vaishali’s eyes”.

“Theek hun, par yeh kya ap ek hapte ke under hi ane wale the.. itne din le liye…”

“Thank the god bhabhi, at least he came today, inhe tho apne kam se pursat hi nahin milti…” Anjali said looking at Vaishali. Anjali felt a ping in her heart that Vaishali has got such a robust person as her husband. Actually Anjali likes robust and rough personalities. The moment she saw Govind she liked him and started thinking how he would be in the bed. It is the same with Govind also, he is thinking about Anjali. ‘my God.. what a gorgeous figure she has…’ he thought and stared her high mountains peaks protruding under the saree pullow. Anjali noticed this and smiled herself.

“Come bhabhi… we will sit in the dining table while cooking.. let men talk themselves” Vaishali said and holding Anjali’s hand led her to the dining hall.

“Govind used to tell a lot about bhayya, but he doesn’t know where he is, till he met him at the bus depot.

“That is the same with Naresh also he is never tired of praising about Govindji and to be frank I was thinking to meet this Govind who impressed Naresh so much” Anjali said pressing Vaishali’s hand in her.

“Now you met him what do you think now…”Vaishli asked pressing her hand.

“To be frank I am impressed, what a gentleman he is, well cultured…” Anjali said but within herself imagining herself under Govind’s strong body.

Actually both women are enjoying their husbands and are happy also about their performance in the bed… but you see, it is the proverb ‘Ghar Ki Murgi Dal Barabar…’ both the women we longing for other’s husband.

Here outside in the hall Naresh and Govind talking about their college days and the mastis they did. Though they are talking, these men are also thinking about the other’s wife. Particularly Naresh about their ventures at Vizag (New readers can read my three part episode published in this site named ‘Journey with a beautiful lady’) while Govind planning how to come closer to Anjali and make her lie under him.

It bursa ucuz escort is around 1’o clock noon. In this one hour or so Vaishali and Anjali became good pals like they were known to each other for long. Vishali informed that lunch is ready whenever men are ready. “Vishnoo” Govind called his wife. Both ladies came out holding each other’s hand. Seeing they became good pals so early both men were happy.

“Vishnoo dear, we will have a peg and come; after that we will have lunch is it ok with you.. sister what will you say…” Govind asked looking at Anjali.

“Jab tumne decide kar hi liya to hame kyon pooch rehe ho bhayya…” saying his Anjali gave a quick wink to Govind. He is perturbed with this and stealthily looked at Naresh whether did he observed it?

Sheepishly smiling they both gone out. “Come we will sit in the bedroom” Vaishali led Anjali to bedroom. “Bhabhi it is very sultry today.. isn’t it…? why not we change to something light” saying this she took two sets of cotton floral nighties gave one to Anjali. Though Anjali said no.. Vaishali didn’t heed her and force fully pushed her into the bathroom. After 15 minutes when Anjali came out Vaishali went to freshen herself.

After another 15 minutes both the ladies were lying side by side on the bed. “Anjali bhabhi I am very happy that we became so close to each other” Vaishali said and turned sideways. “Yes bhabhi. I too..” Anjali said and she also turned to face Vaishali. Still they are holding each others’ hand and gazing in each other’s eyes. An enchanting smile dancing on their lips.

“Bhabhi aisa kya dekh rahi ho…”seeing Anjali staring at her face Vaishali asked.

“Sach kahoon…”

“Han… han sach hi kaho…”

“Vaishali do you know how cute you are…?” Anjali running her fingers on Vaishali’s cheeks said.

Vaishali hilariously laughed and replied “Why are you making mockery of me bhabhi… kya tumhe koi aur nahin mila..?”

“Such kah rahi hun.. if I were a man…. Aaaahhhh..” she let out a deep sigh.

“So what.. if you were a man what will you do…?” Vaishali teased her.

“Yeh…” saying this Anjali grabbed Vaishali’s firm choochis and pressed hard.

“Uai maaa.. bhabhi yeh kya kar rahi ho uff.. itni jor se teepte hai ya…?”

“Ab mai kya kahun.. you have such a nice pair… koi bhi mard pagal hojayea. Aisi mastiyan dekh kar…” she squeezed Vaishali’s tits once again.

“Oh maaaaaa.. bhabhi tum aise nahin sunogi… let me show” said Vaishali and pulled Anjali over her and caught her tit points with her lips over the garment, bitten it.

“Oh ufff.. tharo bhabhi mei bhi batati hun” and Anjali pulled Vaishali’s nighty over her head. Giggling trying to avoid Anjali’s attack she too pulled her nighty and made Anjali nude. Now both ladies were naked except their panties on their bodies no one is having bras under.

“My god what a lovely choot you have bhabhi” said Anjali and widening Vaishali’s thighs, she adjusted between them and perched her swollen choot and pouted lips over Vaishali’s.

“Aaah Anjali what are you doing…?” Vaishali squirmed under Anjali.

“Can’t you see I am fucking my new bhabhi” and she placed her mouth over Vaishali’s taut nipple and nibbled.

“Mmmm…aaaahhhaahaahhhh…” darling you are killing. She took Anjali’s choochis in her mouth and lapping it ran her palms over Anjali’s soft buttocks.

Anjali started rubbing her swollen pussy lips over Vaishai’s and Vaishali doing the same from bottom.

They involved in such a frenzy way rubbing, sucking, licking, humping and squeezing each other’s tits and what not? Anjali even tried to insert her middle finger on Vaishali’s ass.

“Oh bhabhi aisa mat karo.. wahan kujlee hoti hai…” Vaishali said trying to pull out Anjali’s finger.

“Kahan kujlee hoti hai meri pyari, nat khat bhabhi…?” She pushing her finger deep asked. “Wahan meri choot me…” Vaishali said teasing Anjali.

“Hone do… mere bhayya ake kujlee mitayenge.. theek.. waise bhayya se khujlee mithi to hai na…” she humping her pussy over her said.

Vaishali was not quiet, from bottom, she humping her pussy rubbing her lips to match Anjali’s said why don’t you try once…?”

“Chee Bhabheeee.. you are very vulgar… I call him bhayya and you are asking me to…. Chi kitni gandi ho…”

In this manner playing and teasing each other they enjoyed. Because of Anjoo’s ministrations on her body, Vaishali reached her climax with a woman for the first time. Anjali humping for another 5 minutes or so she too reached her orgasm and fell on Vaishali.

They lay there for 15-20 minutes like that and then got up smiled at each other. When they looked at the watch it is showing 2.00 pm. “Oh God bhabhi wah log ajaynge… Vaishali said and ran into the bathroom followed by Anjali.

Dear readers this is how the introduction of Anjali and Vaishali happened. To know what happened after that you have to wait for the next episode. Hope you all are enjoying. Please ive your comments on this.

Yours Sweet Sudha.

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Monday August 31st

~SYDNEY~

Coming down from the feeling of euphoria after our passion and lust filled session on the couch, I went into the kitchen to get Jordan and I something to drink. I decided to make us both some lemonade. As I set the glasses down on the kitchen island, Jordan came walking in, still completely naked from only moments ago. I loved that about her, where others would shy away from such an act, especially someone with her amazing condition, she embraced it. She was bold and didn’t care what others thought or said about her. I admired that about her.

To me, Jordan was different than most 18-year-olds. She didn’t act her age. Admittedly, there have been times in our relationship that she has acted more mature than I did. The age difference between us has never been an issue for me, at least not when it comes to her.

Jordan’s intellectual capacity knows no bounds and to me that is one of the sexiest things about her. Her constant thirst for knowledge and the conversations that she wields is astounding. It is safe to say that I have never met anyone like her.

Like I said, Jordan isn’t your typical 18-year-old. When we first met, judging by the way she dressed and the way she expressed herself, I thought she was in college or was at least interning at some mega corporate company. The one major thing about Jordan that I quickly came to notice was that she didn’t lie about who she was or is as a person. She told me she was going to be a senior in high school. I was surprised at first, but when I found out she was of age, a sudden feeling of relief ran through me.

The more I was able to get to know her and learn about her, the more I became infatuated with her as a person. The sex between us is just a bonus really. That need for each other’s bodies goes deeper than just wanting to rip our clothes off whenever we get a chance. I’m not going to lie and say that that doesn’t happen every time were together, because 9 times out of 10 it does. Give us time alone and were worse than bunnies.

Even though I am in love with the beautiful woman who stands before me, I still can’t bring myself to tell her about the one thing in my past that haunts me. It’s not that I’m afraid that she’ll leave or anything like that. On the contrary, it’s the exact opposite. I’m afraid of what she’ll do once I tell her. I don’t want her to do anything stupid.

The one time I had planned on telling her, which was around the time we first met, an incident occurred on that particular night and seeing what she can do, made me want to take a different approach. I wasn’t afraid that she would hurt me or anything as horrendous as that, I just didn’t want her to worry about me more than she needed to. And here we are 3 months later standing in my kitchen and I still haven’t been able to bring it up.

But in my defense as of right now, it’s a little difficult to bring it up when you have a sexy naked woman walking into your kitchen. A woman who can do things to my body that I never dreamed possible.

I could feel Jordan’s hands wrap around my waist as I poured the lemonade into each glass. Her member stiffened against my lower back. I felt the arousal between my thighs begin to awaken again, the familiar ache of desire quickened. When I finished my task, I handed Jordan her glass, she drank it in one drink then set the glass off to the side, while I took my time. Jordan lightly pressed herself against me. Sensing her frustration, I put my glass to the side, next to hers. And as soon as I did, Jordan effortlessly picked me up and put me on the island. Grabbing both of my hips to steady me.

She centered the tip of her erection against my core and then began gliding her tip against my hardening bud causing me to moan with anticipation. She then pressed her shaft against my folds and continued to rub her elongated member back and forth between my thighs, teasing me by bringing the tip of her cock to my entrance, but not putting it inside of me, by now, my every nerve ending was now on high alert, seeking release. But I knew better, I knew she wasn’t going to give me what I wanted just yet.

Teasing me, making me want her as she increased her speed with such intensity and just as I was brought to reach the peak of ecstasy, she slowed her movements. She did this, 2 more times and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Jordan rammed her cock into my dripping wet core, elevating the pleasure to a whole new form of ecstasy. I tilted my head back, then put one hand on the counter-top in an effort to steady myself and the other on Jordan’s shoulder to keep her from stopping as she vigorously thrusted herself into me. Her hard member sliding in and out of me with swift and careful movements.

Her rigid cock filling me completely as the walls of my core tightened, gripping her as if it were a lifeline. I didn’t want her to stop her rhythmic movements as I slammed myself hard onto her pulsating member over and over. We were one in the moment, partners who couldn’t satiate our desires for one another. bursa escort bayan I was hers and she was mine.

I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the sound of our bodies hitting one another, and the exchange of bodily fluids that could be heard echoing throughout the kitchen. Jordan started grunting as she plunged her long thick cock into my pussy, causing me to moan in pleasure, “Oh, yes baby! Right there, don’t stop.” I said into her ear, my voice almost a whisper as I brought her body closer to me. “Ooohh, that feels so fuckin’ good baby!” I encouraged, savoring the ecstasy she was causing to illuminate throughout my entire body.

“I’m not gonna stop baby!” Jordan whispered back hoarsely. “I’m never gonna stop! I love this pussy too much to stop!” I wrapped my other arm around her shoulder and when I did, Jordan picked me up off the counter-top and continued her assault on my insides standing up with my legs wrapped around her hips. The simple movement caused her to go deeper inside me. The tension building with tremendous velocity.

“Oh, yes baby! This pussy loves you too! You own this fuckin’ pussy baby!” I practically screamed as she hit every part that was inside of me with such intensity that the pleasure was almost too much to bear. I wanted to give myself to her in every possible way with every stroke and thrust as she repeatedly hit the core of my desire.

“Oh, fuck baby! You’re so fuckin’ sexy! You own this fuckin’ dick baby!” Hearing those words alone were enough to make me come undone. Knowing that she was mine, just as much as I was hers unleashed the volcanic eruption inside of me that I could no longer contain.

“Ooooohhh FUCK!! JOOORRRDAANN!!!” I screamed loud enough that the neighbors could hear as I felt Jordan’s thick creamy liquid fill me while my own juices covered her long thick still throbbing member. My body twitched as Jordan and I stayed in place, slowly penetrating me as we came down from our state of euphoria for the second time in an hour.

Only Jordan did this to my body, to me entirely. Only Jordan brought out this side of me that I never knew existed.

Tuesday September 1st

I laid in bed thinking about the events that happened throughout the night. Jordan and I didn’t fall asleep until 4 in the morning. I smiled at the thought of the many positions and places that Jordan penetrated me. I could feel the heat between my legs rise at the mere thought of it. Sadness took over at the realization that Jordan wasn’t here to ease the ache between my legs, but I knew she had to get leave early in order to not cause suspicion.

I climbed out of bed deciding that a cold shower would have to do for now. I hastily took a shower, I dried myself off when I was done, put on my black silk bathrobe. I brushed my teeth and then brushed out my hair and put it into a curled waterfall braid.

I walked into my bedroom and sat at my vanity to contour my makeup. After 2 hours of getting it just the way I like it, I went into my walk-in closet. I decided to wear my light blue pleated skirt with the same color see through sweater with a white halter top underneath. Today I decided to wear my dark blue strapless Louie Vuitton high heels. I put on the pendant that was given to me as a gift this past summer.

Taking one last look in the vanity mirror, I put on my Apple watch and grabbed my phone and left the confines of my bedroom and went downstairs into the kitchen. I didn’t have enough time to make myself a huge breakfast, so I had to settle for a piece of toast and strawberry jam. I made myself a cup of coffee and sipped on it while I read the paper.

Looking at the time I got up and put away my coffee mug in the sink and cleaned the small I mess I made. I grabbed my purse and bag then walked out the front door, making sure to lock it before I left. I got into my car and made my way towards the school.

By the time I made it to the school the sun was out. I parked my car in the employee parking lot and then casually walked towards the building. Once I walked in, I went to the office and saw Mr. Wallace talking with one of the teachers, not wanting him to notice me I hastily made my way back into the hallway and headed to my classroom to put my things away. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Something about the man made my skin crawl, I couldn’t quite place it but there was an uneasiness about him that made me want to puke.

Before I knew it, students were starting to wonder the halls, chatter could be heard as I sat at my desk. A yawn escaped me, I figured I should go to the teachers’ lounge to get myself another cup of coffee. I needed to make copies of today’s assignment and as much as I didn’t want to run into Mr. Wallace, my students come first. I would have to grin and bear it. I mustered up the courage and exited the safety of my classroom.

I walked into the office and only seen Joyce sitting at the front desk. We exchanged pleasantries and then I went to the copier and printed out todays lesson. Feeling relieved that I didn’t see bursa anal yapan escort Mr. Wallace, I left the office and went into the teachers’ lounge. Much to my dismay, my relief was short lived, Jackson was talking to another staff member who I haven’t had the chance to meet yet. But luckily for me, they were so engrossed in their discussion that he didn’t even notice that I entered the teachers’ lounge.

I walked to the counter where the coffee pot was located and poured myself my second cup of the day. I wasn’t trying to distance myself from the other staff members by any means, I just wanted to avoid just the one. Luck was on my side this morning. I was able to make it the way I liked it and slip out of there unnoticed.

My first 4 period classes went by smoothly, hardly any disruptions from anyone. The only disruption was a welcomed one as thoughts of Jordan swarmed through my mind. I had to unwillingly push thoughts of her aside throughout each lesson.

As I was walking to the office, my thoughts were enthralled with yesterday. I was going to see her at the end of the day, and I could hardly wait. With that thought in mind, I became excited with glee at the thought of seeing her that I couldn’t contain the smile that spread across my face. Caught up in the moment, I didn’t notice Mr. Wallace as he approached me. He stopped me in my tracks as I bumped into him.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Wallace. Excuse me, I didn’t see you there.” I apologized with one of my half-hearted smiles.

“That’s quite alright Ms. Vaughn, no need to apologize. I don’t mind at all.” He gave a smile that didn’t sit right with me, if he was trying to be charming, it didn’t work. It was more menacing than anything, it gave me an uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. I did my best to mask the discomfort I felt.

“Well, all the same. Sorry for bumping into you.” I said as I tried to move around him, but he stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder which instantly made me want to flinch away in utter disgust.

“Ms. Vaughn, I’m glad I ran into you, or rather, you ran into me I should say.” I gave a slight chuckle and another smile just to be polite to hide my true feelings. I raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for him to continue. “Well, I was wondering if you could help me, it has to do with one of the students.” As he said this worry swept across my face for the student in question. I noticed his hand move down my arm.

“Oh really? What seems to be the problem?” I took a step back in an attempt to distance myself from him.

“Well. I may be over stepping my bounds but this particular student has been in many altercations in the past, as I am told by the former guidance counselor and a few of the other teachers. This student has been a victim of bullying and I was hoping you could maybe excuse them from your class the rest of the week and if there are any assignments, maybe you could give them to her, so she doesn’t fail.” He stated as a look of concern formed on his face.

“Well of course. What’s the students name and what time would you need them by?” I may not have liked the man standing before me, but I did want to help the kids of this school. I refused to let Jackson Wallace stand in the way of that.

“Her name is Embry Cassio. If you could give them to the receptionists by the end of the day that would be much appreciated.” He put his hands together in a gesture that re-enforced his appreciation.

“Yes, of course.” I said as I turned to leave.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Vaughn.” Something about the way he looked at me just then confirmed the uncomfortable feeling I had when I was around him. It was like he knew something I didn’t, like I was a part of a joke that I wasn’t in on. Granted that this was only second encounter with him, but something in my gut was telling me to stay away from him. A feeling that was only increasing with each moment that I was left alone with him.

“You’re welcome.” I said as I walked away in a hurry towards the main office, putting as much distance as I could between us.

5th and 6th period went by rather quickly, in my free time during class I managed to put together the assignments needed and was able to explain in detail what I expected for each assignment. I had just finished when the bell rang, signaling the end of 6th period. I grabbed the assignments and walked to the main office.

I entered the office and was greeted by the receptionists Ms. Coleman. She was a lady presumably in her late 30s maybe early 40s, she was a stout woman, a little on the heavy side yet still appealing to the eye with curly honey blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a nice as they came. “Good afternoon Ms. Vaughn.” She said peering over the counter to look up in my direction. Her smile was delightfully warm, and her kind eyes revealed her kind nature.

“Good afternoon Ms. Coleman. How is your day so far?” I asked her as I put the assignments on the receptionist counter that came about a foot and a half above bursa rus escort my waistline.

“Oh well, it’s been interesting to say the least, but it’s nothing that we can’t handle.” She gave me a reassuring smile. “Enough about me. What is it I can do for you Ms. Vaughn?” She asked with a lace of seriousness in her tone.

“Well, I was told to stop by to give these to you.” I said as I handed her the packet of assignments. “It’s homework for a student who’s taking the rest of the week off to unforeseen circumstances.”

“Ah, yes. Okay, I’ll take those. Thank you, Ms. Vaughn.” She took the paperwork and put them next to her computer.

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you later Ms. Coleman.” I said as I gently tapped on the counter and turned around.

“Yes. See you later Ms. Vaughn.” I heard her say to my back. I looked at my watch and noticed the bell was about to ring. I excused myself from our short conversation and walked to my classroom.

I walked in just as the bell rang. I closed the door and made my way to my desk. I glanced around the classroom to make sure the students were all siting in their seats, some of them were preparing themselves for today’s lesson. My gaze landed on the person I’ve been thinking about all day, she winked at me and I blushed at the thought of yesterday then turned away to hide it from the rest of the class.

I composed myself and my thoughts as much as I could and continued with the lecture. But every time I would look in Jordan’s direction, she caused my heart to flutter and the feeling of heat to rise between my thighs. She was baiting me and there was nothing I could do about it now. I had to control myself, something that was hard for me to do with her around.

When I finished explaining the assignment, I left the students to their work. I stared at my computer screen, feeling eyes on me the entire time, I did everything in my power to stay focused on my work, but I couldn’t help but to steal a glance in Jordan’s direction.

I peered into her honey-colored eyes, she licked her lips seductively and glanced at my desk, I followed her gaze and felt the heat rise once again as I remembered the scene that unfolded yesterday. I crossed my legs, situated myself so that the wetness between my thighs didn’t run down my legs. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. ‘Control yourself Sydney.’ I thought to myself. I had to focus. I couldn’t afford to lose myself in flights of fantasy even though every part of me wanted to. I forcefully looked at my computer screen.

A few minutes passed, I heard someone get up from their desk. Not bothering to see who was, I continued my work. Moments later I heard an all too familiar voice.

“Um…Ms. Vaughn?” She queried in disguised innocent voice. I peered into her now onyx-colored eyes, I knew what the underlying change in those eyes meant, I knew she was thinking of me. Composing myself yet again I looked at with a look of curiosity.

“Yes, Ms. Hawkins?” I asked trying to sound calm but, on the inside,, I was nervous as the sweet smell of lavender and coconut from her shampoo and body wash wafted through the air around me, I wanted nothing more than to take her here and now.

“I was just wondering what you meant by question 3?” She asked moving her paper closer for me to see which question she was referring to and as she did, Jordan lightly caressed my hand with her index finger in the process, sending little electrical shivers throughout my body. I could feel myself practically dripping with anticipation. I had to compose myself yet again.

I glanced at her paper; she had already finished the assignment, but I decided to play along with her rouse.

“Well, if you read the passage carefully, it explains why the character Iago did what he did. What you’re trying to do is find the underlying interpretation of what Shakespeare is trying to convey.” I explained.

“Okay, thank you Ms. Vaughn.” Jordan whispered and then winked at me, causing me to bite my bottom lip. I saw the bulge in her pants grow a little from my reaction. Jordan knew what she was doing to me throughout the entire period and for that, I would have to get her back.

I thought about what I would do to Jordan as the end of the school day came to a close. The final bell rang, and I couldn’t have been happier. The students started to file out of the classroom.

“You coming?” I overheard Jordan’s friend Kennedy say. With my head facing the computer, I looked at them at the corner of my eye.

“Yeah, just give me 10 minutes, I wanna finish this real quick.” I heard Jordan say, I knew it was just an excuse for her to stay longer, seeing as that she already completed todays assignment before coming to my desk earlier. One thing was for certain, she would definitely be longer than 10 minutes. They continue to exchange words as I typed on my computer, finishing up with tomorrows lesson. A moment later, from my peripheral vision I watch as Kennedy exits the classroom.

I hear Jordan put her pencil down. I get up from my chair, walk to the door and close it. I gently lock the door. I take my time as I walk over to Jordan’s desk in the back of the classroom. I watch as she licks her lips then bites down on her bottom one, sending an internal quiver throughout my body heating up my core. Jordan repositions her legs so they’re out in the aisle.

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Kelly walked out of the bathroom into their hotel room. She had “dressed” herself in a black fishnet top with no bra so her full breasts were visible and her erect nipples were poking out of the fishnet. Her black thong was covering her pubic mound while her top’s suspenders held up a pair of black stockings and her out fit was finished off with black shine high heels.

“My god Kelly, you look stunning.” Stephen gasped. He took a photo with his new digital camera.

“How do you want me?” Kelly asked him.

“We can start with you sitting doing your make up in the mirror.”

As Kelly did as he asked she was aware of Stephen taking photographs but she just worked on her make up so the photos would be natural looking. The evening progressed and Kelly adopted various positions and she removed parts of her outfits and eventually Stephen took pictures of her naked on the bed. Despite initial reluctance she relaxed and Stephen even took photographs as she masturbated in front of him. Kelly gave herself a big orgasm and as she recovered she noticed Stephen placing the camera to one side and he lowered and removed his trousers then pulling his t-shirt over his head he joined her on the bed.

Silently they kissed and she felt his erection push against the entrance of her vagina which was still quivering from her coming. Engulfing his penis Kelly pulled him tightly to her and enjoyed his thrusting into her. They kissed and were closely embracing as Stephen tensed pushing his groin deeply into Kelly and she felt his hot semen flood her.

“Mmmmm someone enjoyed my show.” Kelly said. “I will get cleaned up and put another outfit on and do some more posing for you.”

For the rest of the evening Kelly posed in different underwear and levels of nudity and Stephen took the pictures without dressing. Kelly noticed on a number of occasions he got hard again as she acted as a dirty hot wife in line with his first entry on the 2023 bucket list. Mid picture taking when naked she started to fellate Stephen and he took pictures of her head sucking his dick. When he came his second load was swallowed swiftly. Eventually, they called it a night and laid in bed together before swiftly falling asleep.

In the morning Kelly enjoyed a hot shower as Stephen had gone out for a run around the park opposite the hotel. She came out of the bathroom in a robe towelling her hair dry while she sat on the bed. A tap at the door had Kelly approach it and checking the spyhole she saw Stephen. Sliding the security chain on she opened the door.

“Oh I didn’t order an old sweaty man.” She said laughing then released the chain and let Stephen into the room. “A man of your age running after your exertions last night is doing ok.” She laughed and she flicked the towel to whip his bum as he past her. He laughed as he swerved away from the towel and dived into the bathroom.

Once there were both dressed and ready they left the hotel and visited Oxford for sight seeing and escort bursa shopping.

**********

Stephen called Kelly upstairs as their new laptop was up and running. The photographs taken during their weekend away have been uploaded onto this device which was specifically purchased for their naughty online fun and this years bucket list adventures.

“So have you been able to hide my identity?” Kelly asked as she had forbidden Stephen from posting any pictures which showed her face.

“Of course.” He replied and moving the laptop she saw a sideshow of her pictures but her face was blurred and she was happy that nothing gave away her true identity. “So shall we make you an Internet star tonight?”

“I guess so you filthy pervert.” She replied grinning.

After they had eaten their meal they went back to their new decorated spare room. Stephen had painted the walls white to make the room as non descript as possible so when they made the step to going on webcam there was no clue to their location.

Logging into the computer Stephen logged on to the adult site they had joined with a special email address to be used only for naughty fun. Over the next hour they uploaded pictures of Kelly and some of Stephen but it was clear who the star who would get the attention would be. They checked other pictures and profiles admiring men, women and couples.

“Let’s see if we have any feedback?” Stephen said and he checked and they had three private messages, they then looked at the pictures and their profile and saw many complimentary messages and support. The odd basic message with coarse language was also there and Kelly blushed as she realised the attention she had got.

As Stephen was typing away and navigating around Kelly lowered her hand to his groin and she was not surprised to note his cock was rigid within his shorts.

“Don’t have to ask if you are enjoying this do I” she said. She took his dick out. Slowly and gently she began rubbing his shaft. They both watched the screen and discussed the porn on site while Kelly slowly wanked Stephen.

“So do you agree this is fun?” Stephen asked.

“Well you are loving it.” She laughed. “But as long as it is anonymous I have no issues with it.”

“We have got a message from a couple who would love to chat with us on webcam.” Stephen said, he showed Kelly the message and the couple’s profile and pictures.

“Ok, they seem normal let’s reply.”

Stephen replied and over the course of the evening messages were exchanged and it was agreed the following night they would message each other over instant messenger and possible go on webcam.

**********

Stephen came into the house from work and could smell dinner cooking so called out to Kelly.

“Hi, how was your day.”

“Not bad did some shopping and got us something as a present.” she said.

Kelly walked out of the kitchen stark naked but wearing a black silk eye mask. A second mask was bursa merkez eskort in her hand and she swirled it around. “I am not going on webcam and showing myself off in full and neither are you!” she laughed. “This look sexy enough?” she asked.

“Oh yes.” Stephen replied dropping his case in the hallway he walked to Kelly picked her up, he kissed her as he walked into the kitchen and landed her on the kitchen table and gave her oral sex. After Kelly had cum she sat up.

“Right answer young man.” She laughed. “I will sort dinner out then we can play.”

Stephen could hardly sit still at the dining table and he knew he was erect and looking forward to having fun this evening. When the meal was finished they agreed to adjourn to the spare room. Stephen dived into their bedroom and quickly undressed down to his plain black boxers.

“I’m going into the bathroom to get ready.” Kelly said. “You can go online and see if Bryan and Ann are about.” She said. This was the couple they had chatted with. They were an older couple who had done this before and swung.

“Ok, remember though they think we are John and Jane.” He reminded Kelly who was keen to keep this as anonymous as they could.

“Oh yes, well try not to blow your load without me I saw you fidgeting at the table.” She laughed.

Stephen checked the website and there were other further details and the couple did not appear online. He checked his watch and noted it was the time they had agreed to message each other on the instant messenger. He logged in and saw Bryan was shown as online. A message popped up quickly.

Hi John, you guys ok?

Yes, Bryan. Jane is just getting ready. Is Ann with you?

Yes, mate we have been looking forward to this all day.

At that point Kelly into the room and she sat next to Stephen and saw the conversation. “Let’s put the masks on and do it.” She said handing Stephen his mask. They both slid the eye masks on and Kelly giggled nervously.

“Okay we will go slowly.” He said and she nodded.

Jane says hi guys

Hey Jane, you are a very sexy lady both myself and Ann agree.

Thank you.

Let us know when you want to webcam. We remember how nervous we were our first time.

A message flashed up Bryan wants to start a video call, Stephen looked at Kelly and she nodded subconsciously pulled her robe cord tighter.

Stephen clicked on the accept button and a video screen opened up on their laptop screen.

°Hi guys.” Bryan said and Ann waved. They were in their sixties and had confessed to caming and swinging for a number of years but wanted to help the newbies.

“Hi, can you see us ok?” Stephen asked as Kelly waved back in a coy manner.

“Yes you look good. Shall we start by getting bare first?” Bryan asked and Stephen grinned and put his thumbs up.

Ann stood up in her black bra and panties. Her hands went to the rear of her attire and the material bursa sınırsız escort moved and her large 42DD breasts fell out of her bra. She threw the bra away and then she pulled her knickers down to reveal her hairless pussy with large fleshy labia.

“Stunning.” Stephen said.

“Thank you.” Ann replied and as she spoke she lifted her rightly up exposing her purse on the camera and Bryan started to finger her clit as they watched. Ann’s hand was on Bryan’s headed as he played with her. Stephen and Kelly were almost opened mouthed as they heard how wet Ann was.

Ann moved away and she eased down Bryan’s shorts and his erect penis bobbed up. Ann knelt down with her legs wide apart exposing her anus and pussy. Her long hair bobbed up and down as she sucked on Bryan’s erection. Heart his thumbs up and smiled.

Bryan then asked “Will you guys join us?”

Stephen turned his head to Kelly. She sighed and nodded. Standing up Kelly pulled the tie of her robe to loosen it then she let her robe fall from her shoulders.

“Very nice Jane.” Bryan said, and encouraged Kelly smiled and she eased the straps off her shoulders and reaching around she unclasped her bra. With the material loose she exposed her 36D breasts and looking down she could see her nipples were solid. Stephen had turned his head and her licked the hard nipple of her left breast. She sighed and looked at man on screen who she was exposing herself to as his wife gave him a blowjob.

Without a word Kelly drew her panties down and move closer to the screen so Bryan could see her exposed pussy and she spread her lips showing him her wet pussy entrance.

“You are amazing Jane. Look at her Ann!” Bryan said and at this point Ann turned and looked at the screen.

“Bryan would love to take you to bed young lady.” Ann said and at this point Bryan had moved round on the bed and Ann climbed on top of him and she started to ride him cock as they both looked at Kelly. Kelly was aware Stephen had pulled his shorts down and he was rubbing his cock.

At this point Kelly turned and she started to give Stephen a blowjob. He was solid and was already leaking pre cum as her mouth enclosed itself around his shaft. Behind her on screen she could hear both Bryan and Ann having sex which Stephen was watching. She could hear Ann moaning and swearing tell Bryan to fuck her as she got close to orgasm. Kelly continued to blow Stephen and she knew he was getting close watching the couple fuck in front of him.

“Oh yes you filthy fucker I’m cumming.” Ann said and then her moans made it clear she was having an organ on Bryan’s cock. It was all too much for Stephen and his cock exploded in his wife’s mouth. Kelly let the sperm flow out into her mouth and when his cock was exhausted she moved away from him and turned to the screen. She moved close to the screen and opened her mouth showing Ann and Bryan the hot spunk.

“Oh good girl Jane.” Bryan said and he gripped Ann’s hips and thrust up and groaned as he spunked into his wife’s still pulsing pussy. Kelly made a show of swallowing the mouthful of seven.

“My god we would love it if you guys ever swing let us know.”

“We will stay in touch.” Said Kelly who blew a kiss to Bryan and Ann as she then turned off the webcam.

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Mentor Fired

This is the last story in the mentor series. There was no good way to end this, so it just ended. Much like Jack and Katie-Jane.

Jack and Katie-Jane had been laying in bed for most of the afternoon. For two people who were not the type to lay around, they did just fine under the sheets. As they laid there naked, skin to skin, Katie-Jane looked up at Jack and smiled. Once again he looked at her from the corner of his eye, but this time he rolled over on top of her. She could feel his semi-erect penis against her leg. He did not put all of his weight on her but rather propped himself up with his elbows. Katie-Jane thought he was going to take their physical desires to the next level. She spread her legs, so he had better access, but Jack surprised her when he said, “I think I need to feed you.”

“I agree. I would love it if you fed me.” Katie-Jane lifted her head to kiss Jack.

“I mean actual food. Let me take you to dinner. We can bookend our day with food.”

“Oh. Alright then.” She tried to mask her disappointment. Who knows when she would see this wonderful man again, and he wanted to go eat…food. She got up and got dressed while Jack went into the bathroom to freshen up.

KJ: Hey babe. All is going well. I will give you details later. We’re going to get dinner now.

E: Thanks for checking in. Talk toon.

Jack came out of the bathroom, and the two of them headed out for the evening. As they were walking to the car, Jack took Katie-Jane’s hand. That small gesture meant so much to her. They were walking as if they were a real couple. She may never see this man again, but for this moment, he was hers and she was his.

“I saw there was a pub a few miles up the road. Are you good with that?”

“I sure am.” Katie-Jane put her hand on his leg as he drove. Once they got to the restaurant, they both ordered a beer. They talked about books and what they were reading. Katie-Jane gave Jack title selections that she knew he would never read, and she intently listened as he described his plan for his own writing. There was never a moment of silence between the two of them.

“Will Dow stay with Maria? Or was that a fling?” Katie-Jane asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said matter-of-factly as he took a swig of beer. “What do you think?”

“I think if he cares for her, then he should get to know her more. If he feels like he needs to just fuck around, well then I guess wham bam thank you ma’am.”

Jack was not phased by Katie-Jane’s comment. “I guess we shall see, won’t we.”

She was acting like a total girl. She knew Jack wrote Maria with her in mind. What she wanted to hear was how Dow wanted Maria. Dow needed to be with Maria…just like Jack wanted and needed to be with Katie-Jane. However, she did not hear any of that.

She knew the night was coming to an end, so she ordered another beer. Nothing like a little buzz to wash away the stings of farewell. Not wanting to be outdrank by a woman, Jack ordered another beer as well.

“Do you want me to leave as soon as we get back?” Katie-Jane asked out of the blue.

“No.” Jack said nothing more on that subject, so she decided to talk about something else. When the check came, Katie-Jane offered to pay, but Jack replied, “No woman of mine pays the bill.” Even though she was a strong, independent woman, hearing Jack call her ‘woman of mine’ made her smile. She took his hand and thanked him.

When they left the restaurant, Jack walked next to her with his hand on her back. Katie-Jane couldn’t tell if it was the warmth from the beer or her feelings for Jack, but her head floated and her tummy did flips. She could not contain the butterflies and feelings she felt for this man. When they pulled into the parking spot at the hotel, Jack shut the car off and turned towards her.

“Today has been very special for me. I would like you to come up for a nightcap. I know you can’t stay, but if I could have one more hour with you, I would be grateful.”

“I would love that.” Katie-Jane put her hand on Jack’s cheek and smiled. “This is a great face.” He kissed her hand and suggested they head upstairs.

Jacked kicked off his shoes and laid down on the bed. “Come snuggle with me for a bit. And by the way, when I said nightcap, I meant water from the sink. You thirsty?”

Katie-Jane laughed and declined the sink water. Not wanting to waste any more time, she crawled in next to him. “Hey! No shoes on the bed.” She chuckled and kicked them off. She rested her head bursa eskort bayan in the crook of Jack’s shoulder and rubbed his midsection. For minutes they said nothing.

“I have a problem,” Jack said out of the blue.

Having no idea what was wrong, Katie-Jane turned her head and gave him a puzzled look. “Okay? Do you want to tell me?” She was concerned. Jack rolled onto his side to face her.

“My plan today was to have breakfast with you and leave. I really didn’t think either one of us would have the guts to do anything. We’re just two disembodied voices on the phone, right?”

“Wow.” Katie-Jane was hurt. She thought they were more than just two voices. “I mean, I guess you could say that. I thought we were a little more than just two strangers. I mean, the way that you talk to me, would indicate that you like me. I guess. But I don’t know.”

“That’s my problem. I am attracted to you a lot more than I thought I could ever be. I feel at ease with you. This feels so natural. What does that mean?”

“I guess that means you like me?” Katie-Jane didn’t know what else to say.

“You have no idea…” And with that Jack was on top of her. He kissed her passionately. He kissed her mouth. Her neck. He cupped her breasts. He lifted up her dress and rubbed her pussy through her panties. “I want you so bad,” he breathed into her ear. “I want to feel your skin.” He lifted her dress off and rubbed her stomach. He pushed her bra up and pinched her nipples.

“Woah. Wait.” Jack abruptly stopped.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He went to get off of her.

“No. No. Don’t stop. Let me just take this off.” She unhooked her bra. Jack’s eyes widened, and then he pulled his shirt over his head. He quickly undid his jeans, throwing them on the floor. Katie-Jane laid down on her back and pulled down her panties. Jack pulled off his boxers. Whatever slow, romantic movements they once conducted, were done. They were well past that.

Jack laid on top of Katie-Jane looking at her. She never took her eyes off of him. She could feel his erection on her leg. She spread her legs more and reached down to put his hard cock closer to her opening. She would not place his manhood into her- that would need to be his decision. She brought her hand back up as his cock sat on her pussy lips. They did not break eye contact. She wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anyone. She wrapped her legs around him, and he slowly eased his cock into her wanting pussy.

“Oh…” she moaned. “Please go slow.” She could feel his cock stretching her opening. He would pull out slowly and then push himself back in. He did this several times until his cock was fully inside of her body. Katie-Jane wrapped her legs around Jack’s ass pulling him into her. His head rubbed against every crease and crevice of her womanhood. They began to move in unison. As his hips came down hers went up. They kissed each other as two people do when falling in love. He moaned her name.

“Fuck…Katie…you feel…Goddamn…” He continued to fuck her, “I’m gonna cum. I gotta stop. I gotta…” Then he pulled out and rolled over. “I can’t. I was so close. I can’t cum in you.”

“That’s ok,” she reassured him. She rolled over on her side. Do you want me to finish this for you? You said that I could have seconds…” Katie-Jane began to move down Jack’s body when he stopped her.

“No.” That word hit her like a swarm of hornets- each with a deadly sting. What was happening. Seconds ago Jack was making love to her, and now he was pushing her away. “You need to go.” He got up and put his pants on and his shirt.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” Katie-Jane could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. How could he change things so abruptly? She was in total shock as she put her clothes on. She was waiting for him to throw her a hundred bucks and call her a cab. She felt cheap. Used. Dirty.

“Please don’t cry,” he whispered. “I just opened my marriage, and my wife had no say in that decision. I am out of control. I care for you. More than I should. But I am old. Married.” Katie-Jane wiped her eyes.

“You couldn’t have realized this before you fucked me. Really?”

“Kathryn-Jane. We did not just fuck. You know it was more than that. Please. Let me walk you to your car.” They walked silently to the car. When they got there, Jack tried to cut the tension.

“Want to say goodbye like Dow and Maria did?”

“Nope. It was nice meeting you, Jack. Good luck on the project and safe travels bursa merkez escort home.”

“Hey. Don’t be like this.” He took Katie-Jane into his arms, and she began to cry. “Please forgive an old man who has no idea what he is doing. I wish I could talk to my spouse like you can. Please forgive me. He kissed the top of her head. Will you still talk to me?”

“Yep.” She didn’t know why she agreed, but she did. She loved him. She loved this married man, and he broke her heart. She gave Jack a final hug goodbye and drove off. She cried the entire way home. This is what happens, she thought to herself, when I want to be selfish. I should have known better. Things like this never work out.

When she got home, Eric was already in bed waiting for her. “So my little sex kitten, how’d it-” Eric couldn’t finish his question when he noticed his wife’s blotchy face. “What the fuck did he do to you?” In a moment, Eric was full of rage.

“Oh God. Eric. Nothing. He did nothing. Calm down.”

“Then why the hell are you crying?”

“Can you just hold me, and we can talk about it tomorrow?” Katie-Jane took off her boots and didn’t even bother taking off her dress. She climbed into bed, laid her head on her husband, and fell right to sleep.

____________________________________________________________________________

The next day Katie-Jane slept in instead of going to the gym. She looked like shit.

“Damn. Yo. Ms. F. You lookin’ rough,” DeMarcus said when he sauntered into her class. “You feelin ok?”

“This is what forty looks like DeMarcus.” She forced a fake laugh. “I’m good. I just have a cold or something.” While he wasn’t the smoothest telling his teacher that she looked rough, his heart was in a good place. Hell, he asked how she was doing unlike Jack who did not email or text her since their encounter last night. Was he going to contact her? She didn’t know if she was hurt by Jack’s actions or mad at herself for own nativity. I am too old for a broken heart.

Later that day she got a text. When she heard her phone buzz, she hoped it was Jack reaching out. It was her husband, the man who actually loved her.

E: Hey sexy. You doing ok?

KJ: Oh. Yes. I am fine

E: You’re lying

KJ: Yep.

E: Wanna talk tonight while I rub your feet

KJ: I don’t deserve you

E: I know but you’re stuck with me anyways

KJ: I love you. See you tonight.

Katie-Jane had a wonderful husband, so it made her even more mad at herself that she allowed Jack to make her cry. The entire day went by- and nothing from him. That night she painfully explained to her husband why she was upset.

“I’m going to burn that fucker. No one does that to you. No one.” Katie-Jane could not understand how her husband was so supportive of an extramarital relationship.

“I don’t understand you? How can you be mad that it didn’t go well? Aren’t you relieved that I learned my lesson?”

Eric stopped rubbing his wife’s foot and pulled her close. “Come here,” he said. “Baby, I’m not gonna sit here and say it didn’t hurt knowing you were with another man. Of course, I was worried and even a little insecure. That’s human. But how can I be relieved to see you sad?”

“He didn’t even check on me today.”

“I can sit here and call him all sorts of names, but that isn’t going to help you. You need to find your way on this one. I will be here to hold your hand and support whatever it is you decide.” Katie-Jane wanted to show her husband just how much she loved and appreciated him, but she was emotionally exhausted. As she laid there in Eric’s arms she dozed off…sadly…she fell asleep thinking about Jack.

The next morning Katie-Jane made herself go to the gym. She did her hair and makeup. She went to work looking like a decent, functioning human being again. Knowing that Jack was flying back to Memphis today, she didn’t even bother checking her email. If he couldn’t email her while being in the same zip code, he sure as hell isn’t going to contact her while on a plane.

She was packing up for the day when her phone chimed; it was her personal email. Her stomach did a flip, and she eagerly checked hoping it was from Jack. She cursed herself at the same time wanting communication with him.

Kathryn-Jane,

I am back in Memphis now. I assume since I did not hear from you yesterday that you needed some space from me. I hope you are feeling better today and the rest of your week goes well.

Jack

Getting bursa sınırsız escort bayan nothing felt better than getting an email like this. Seriously? She wanted space? And he hopes she feels better. What the hell. Here is this man who fucks her and moments later kicks her out of his hotel room. And she should feel better? She was so angry that she just closed her email and went home. When did this go from finding a writing mentor/support group to Katie-Jane feeling like she was a pathetic, love-sick school girl? She was more mad at herself than anything. Here she was, a smart, successful woman, and she was allowing some man to gaslight her into thinking she needed space. A timeout was necessary.

When Katie-Jane walked into the house, she asked her husband, “Where are the kids?”

“I took Mika and Brady to the gym, and Anne is with her boyfriend. We need to go get the boys in an hour or so. Why?”

“Great. You’re going to fuck me now,” Katie-Jane said matter of factly. She set her school bag down on the dining room table- something she never did. She tossed her jacket over a chair. “You. Me. Bed. Let’s go.” Typically Eric would have asked her what was up, or if she was sure, or if she was just emotionally acting out. But the truth be told, he was ready to fuck his wife and reclaim what was his.

They went downstairs. There was no talking. Katie-Jane removed her work clothes, which took a few more moments than Eric. By the time she was naked, her husband was laying on his back in bed. She crawled on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her tongue traced his lips and made contact with his tongue. She moved her mouth making sure to cover husband’s mouth. Tongues intertwined.

He was not fully erect yet, so he rubbed her pussy against his groin. She rotated her hips making sure to coat him with her juices. She moved back and forth increasing her pace. His large, wide shaft was pressing against her clit, and she enjoyed the pressure and increased her pace. As she rocked back and forth, she placed her hands on his shoulders. His erection was growing, so it made it a little more difficult to keep her clit on it without bending a very important member of the family.

“Turn around,” Eric commanded. Katie-Jane swung her leg around and pivoted on her knee. Her ass was now facing her husband. “Ease down on my cock.” Again. Another demand. As Katie-Jane eased herself down, she could hear husband moan with delight. She moved back and forth. “Slower.” She slowed her pace just a bit. She could hear Eric lick his finger. What he did next surprised the hell out of her. She could not tell what finger he was using, but he began to massage her back door.

“Oh. Ummm…” She wasn’t quite sure what to think. It was a new sensation that she not only felt in her ass but also inside her pussy.

“Trust me.” Another command. As she moved back and forth, she could feel her husband do more than just rub. He slowly entered her precious area. The pressure was good- yet possibly a little much.

“Woah. Slow.” Eric just left his finger in place. Katie-Jane picked up the pace. She liked the double contrast of feeling her husband’s cock on her G spot along with the pressure from his finger in a forbidden area. She felt naughty, which made her even more wet. Eric could tell that his wife was enjoying herself, so he pulled his finger out and slapped her left ass cheek.

“Now fuck me,” he said. He grabbed her hips and moved her back and forth- forcing her down on his hard cock. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his slightly bent knees. She could tell Eric was getting close, for his cock was even harder- if that was possible. He did not warn her, which he normally does. “Oh fuck yea…” She could feel spurt after spurt of cum empty into her body. He slowed down as he came down from his orgasm. “That was good.” Katie-Jane crawled off her husband. “Can I help you now?” he asked.

“Nope. I’m good. You fucked me. That’s what I wanted.”

“You don’t want to cum?”

“Nope. I want ice-cream.” Eric could never understand women. If the choices were ice cream or cumming what crazy person would choose ice cream? Apparently his wife.

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The days turned into weeks, and eventually the weeks turned into a month. Katie-Jane and Jack exchanged emails, but whatever feelings they had, died that night in the hotel room. She so badly wanted to be something to him, but clearly their story was not meant to be. At times he would say that he missed her voice or her smile, but then the guilt would become too much, and he would go away for a few days. Eventually, he never came back. In time Katie-Jane recovered from her loss and found a new mentor, but Jack would always be there- lurking in the shadows of her heart.

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My mother always said, “If you want to meet a nice girl, go to church.”

I used to be Catholic, but over the years became disenfranchised, not just because of the sexual abuse scandals, but because Catholic masses are just so awful. Long and boring and so somber — every mass was like a funeral. It’s worse for young kids, who have no idea what’s going on anyway.

When my kids were very young, we started going to Methodist mass. There was live music, happy songs, and all the words to the prayers and readings and songs were on video screens throughout the worship space. Everyone was happy, and the kids were paying attention and engaged in the worship. It was great.

One of the three pastors at the church was Pastor Ann, a youngish, happy, smiling bubbly thing of about 32 years old (my guess), who was always smiling and in a good mood. She was really pretty, on the shorter side, and just so nice. You couldn’t help but be in a good mood around her.

One day at mass she announced that she was getting married, and we all applauded for her. Everyone was thrilled for her.

My kids were also baptized Catholic, but we began to think about joining the Methodist church, since we had been there for a year or more. So I sent an email to the church administrator, asking about the process for that, and I was emailed back to come meet with Pastor Ann, who was in charge of membership. We set up an appointment for about two weeks later.

I was looking forward to the meeting for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was that I enjoyed Ann’s company, and as I said, she always put you in a good mood.

But on this day, something was off. She wasn’t her usual, smiling, bubbly self when I walked into her small office in the church administration building. She smiled of course, but it was forced, and she just didn’t seem herself.

We sat side by side and talked for about 30 minutes about the church and membership and the procedure for doing all of that, and it was a pleasant, businesslike conversation, as I would have expected. She was genuinely excited that I and my kids would be joining her congregation as official members.

As I got up to leave, I stopped and turned to her and asked, “Is everything OK?”

She immediately stood up and grabbed me in a big hug and started crying uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do or say, mostly because I had no idea what was wrong, but also because I was basically in shock. I mean I didn’t really know this woman, certainly not well enough for what was happening, but it must be serious if she was acting this way.

After two minutes of this, she started to calm down. I sat her back down and grabbed some tissues from her desk and handed then to her.

After a few more sniffles as she gathered herself, I said, “Want to talk about it?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “It’s just, I don’t know if I can go through with it.”

“Go through with what?”

“The wedding! I don’t know if I can do it.”

Oh man, cold feet. I didn’t even know when it was scheduled to happen

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“Well, when is it? Have you talked with your fiancée about it? Maybe you could push it back for a time?”

“No, it’s not getting married that’s the issue, it’s Jim, my fiancée. I love him, but, I don’t know, this is so hard and complicated to explain, because he’s such a good man. But that’s the problem, he’s TOO good. He’s so sweet and nice, and that’s such a great thing, but he doesn’t really, you know, do it for me.”

She went on to explain that he treats her so well, and is such a kind and God-fearing man, but he doesn’t get her motor going. She shared that the reason she originally went into the ministry was because she had a bit of a wild younger life, always getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, the wrong men, guys that partied hard and had no respect for authority. She was abused and hit rock bottom, then cleaned herself up and got into the ministry, and it’s been great, saved her life.

Jim represents the new life, but she isn’t attracted to him in the way that she was attracted to the “bad boys.” Jim asks her permission for everything, and she’s attracted to guys who take charge and take what they want, and she didn’t see how she could spend the rest of her life with someone who doesn’t turn her on.

I had no advice for her of course, so I copped out and told her to pray about it and God would guide her to make the right decision etc. She hugged me again and thanked me for listening, apologized for laying everything on me like that. We parted and promised to stay in touch about the transition.

A bursa eskort couple weeks later at Sunday mass, Pastor Ann led the mass that we attended. At communion, she gave me a slight wink as she handed me the bread. I started looking at Ann like a woman rather than as my pastor, and I was worried about eternal damnation at this point, but I hadn’t done anything wrong.

After mass as she was greeting the congregation, she stopped me and my kids and said hello, then asked me if I could come back later that day to talk more about the transition. We agreed on 7:00 pm that evening, after the kids went back to their mom’s house for the following week.

At 7:00 sharp I arrived at the church office building and made my way back to Pastor Ann’s office. Her door was open, and she was there, rearranging some items on her bookshelf. I could see photos of she and Jim throughout her office. She was stretching up to the top shelf, and her shorter-than-was-appropriate-for-a-pastor skirt was riding up to the middle of her ass cheeks, and I could see that she was not wearing any underwear.

At that moment, I made the decision. I slammed the door behind me, causing her to jump and look back at me, then I locked the door. With purpose I crossed the room toward her in about four steps. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I turned her around and pushed her forward so she was bending over her desk. I knelt down behind her and threw her skirt up over her back and thrust a finger into her tight pussy. She was already wet. Leaning forward I tongued her asshole while I fingered her, and worked my shorts off with my free hand.

No words were spoken as I stood and thrust my cock into her pussy. I could see a small tramp stamp — a relic of her younger, wilder days — on her lower back as I thrusted into her. This was going to be quick and dirty. I pounded her faster and faster, her moans of pleasure and excitement becoming louder as I did so. Her arms were outstretched across the top of her desk and she gripped the edge of her desk and held on for leverage as she thrust her ass back at me.

Faster and harder I pounded her, and she whispered a throaty “fuck me, fuck me,” the only words spoken during the whole encounter to this point. With a groan I drove deep and unleashed my cum inside of her. I held still while I finished, staying put until I was drained.

When I pulled out, she stood and adjusted herself, then turned and got on her tip toes to give me a quick peck on the lips and said with a smile, “Praise the Lord!”

We laughed and she handed me a couple papers, telling me to fill them out and email them to her later in the week. I did that the next day, and the following day I got a text from her.

“Hi, it’s Pastor Ann, I got your number from the application form, sorry. We need to do a formal interview, just to cross the T’s and dot the I’s. We can do it at my house if you want, when are you free?”

Since my kids were with my ex, I said, “Any night this week really.”

“Great, c’mon over tonight around 8? That work?”

I arrived on time, with a bottle of wine. She opened the door and looked radiant, smiling ear to ear.

“What’s this for?” she asked at the bottle.

I answered, “I wasn’t sure if anything would be official today, so I brought it just in case we needed to celebrate.”

At that moment I notice her fiancée Jim sitting in the living room, reading a book. He stood up and introduced himself (I knew who he was but hadn’t met him).

“Nothing to celebrate tonight, but we can have it later anyway. How about some water to start?” she asked as she walked to the kitchen.

She had a great figure, which I could more easily see today since she was dressed more casually. She was about 5’2″, with a great shape, nice round ass and narrow waist.

We all sat and she asked me some questions about my upbringing, religious education etc., when was I baptized etc.

After about nine or ten of those questions, she asked, “And your favorite sexual position?”

I was surprised at this turn of events. Originally I thought she invited me over to fuck her, but when I saw Jim there, I assumed I was wrong.

I played along anyway. “Well I love when the woman is on top, so my hands are free to roam and I can see her whole body. But I also love to be on top so I can change angles and depths and really pound her with force. But when I want to come, nothing beats doggy style and the look and feel of a nice round ass.”

“Interesting,” she went on, pretending to make notes on the forms. “And oral sex? bursa escort bayan Do you like to eat pussy?”

“Oh, there’s nothing I’d rather do more. In fact I consider myself a bit of an expert.”

“Really? You must have learned that in Catholic school. And what about receiving? Do you like a good blowjob?”

By now she had moved out of the chair she was sitting in and slowly walked toward me on the couch. Jim was still engrossed in his book.

“Oh I love a good blowjob, there’s nothing better than a blowjob given by someone who really LOVES to do it.”

She had dropped to her knees in front of me and started working the snap on my shorts while she kept talking.

“I believe that,” she said. “Next question, what makes a good blowjob?”

“Well,” I answered, “like I said, enthusiasm is the key. Eye contact, a little dirty talk. And definitely swallowing cum.”

As she opened my shorts and started pulling them down, I asked, “How am I doing with the interview.”

Ann answered, “Well this is a hands on type of church, so we have more work to do.”

She had worked my cock out of my pants. “Jesus,” she said when she grabbed it and started stroking me with her hands.

Deciding I had had enough of the games, I took charge.

“If you wanna pray, get to the church. If you wanna suck my cock, then have at it, or I’m leaving.”

She didn’t hesitate, her mouth opened and she took my head in her mouth, pursing her lips like she was giving it a kiss. Her tongue came out and worked the underside of the head of my cock, flitting like a gentle butterfly at first, then getting more intense.

I looked up and saw Jim watching us, and he looked back down at his book as soon as our eyes met.

Turning my focus back to Ann, she was still working the tip of my cock, just under the head. In addition to being a pretty heavy cummer, I also generate a lot of pre-cum. Maybe it’s because I drink alot of water, who knows. But Ann noticed and groaned as the clear fluid formed on the tip of my cock and developed into a large droplet.

Her left hand cupped my balls while her right hand worked in unison with her mouth just under the head of my cock. When the large drop of precum had formed, Ann dipped her finger in in and pulled it back slowly, creating a long sticky string of precum.

“I love this stuff,” Ann said as she put her finger in her mouth, then returned to the head of my cock to suck more precum out of my opening.

“I want a taste,” I said, and her smile turned devilish. She licked my cockhead and milked more precum out of me, gathered more on her finger, then rose up and sat on my lap, sticking her finger in my mouth while simultaneously kissing me, so we could share the sweet, sticky fluid. This was our first kiss, and what a way to start.

I pulled her top off and displayed her perky tits, smallish but firm with pink, hard nipples. Reaching back to her ass under her skirt, I felt no underwear, so I maneuvered myself to get my cock lined up with her cunt.

Taking another look over toward Jim, I saw that he was watching intently now. With our eyes locked, I grabbed Ann’s hips and pulled her down onto my cock in one thrust.

Ann’s eyes rolled back in her head and she threw her head back with a groan while I pinched and nibbled on her young nipples. She was such an enigma — classic case of bad girl gone good, but now she was grappling with her true identity and if she could figure out a way to be both.

It must have been a turn on for her, this struggle, because she was riding and grinding me like crazy. And her language showed the conflict, such as:

“I’m coming again, oh God, please forgive me, I’m so sorry, I’m coming.” That kind of thing.

She rode me through two orgasms, during which I had raised her skirt and spread her ass cheeks while she rode me, exposing her asshole to Jim. His eyes went from her asshole and back to my eyes, back and forth.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from these two. Part of me expected him to come over and lick her asshole while I fucked her.

Part of me was expecting a baseball bat to the head.

I fingered her ass while she finished her last orgasm, eliciting louder moans and more intense grinding.

When she came down from her last orgasm, she dropped back to her knees and finished sucking me, my balls, shaft and head, her brown eyes looking at mine while she worked me.

Finally she asked for my cum, “Will you come for me please? Your cock tastes so good, I want your cum in my mouth and down görükle escort my throat.”

Time to find out what was going on.

“Is that what Jim wants?” I asked.

She paused only for a split second, still licking my cock and answering me, “Why don’t you ask him.”

I looked at Jim, “Is that what you want? Do you want me to come in Ann’s mouth and down her throat?

The look of shame on his face was almost sad as he nodded slightly.

I had never been in this position before, although you read about this stuff all the time, guys who let other guys fuck their wife or girlfriend while they watch helplessly. I felt sorry for him, but if this is how they roll then who am I to object.

I gripped Ann’s head and was soon pumping my cum down her throat, a big load that she couldn’t handle and which escaped her mouth, seeping out around the seal of her mouth around my cock while she tried to swallow as fast as she could.

When I stopped coming, she released my cock from her mouth a slurped up all of the escaped cum that had dripped onto her hand that had been gripping my cock. A true cum-slut.

Ann sat back and smiled at me, rubbing one of her tits in the process. Wasting no time moving on, she then leaned back and then flat on the floor, raising her skirt and exposing her shaved pussy with tiny little landing strip.

She said, “Now what were you saying about being an expert at eating pussy?”

I dove right in and showed her what I meant, using my finger and mouth and tongue in concert, flicking her clit, sucking all of her meaty labia into my mouth, and using an ice cube from my ice water to cool her hot pussy and send her into orbit.

After her second orgasm (and fourth of the night), she was a limp noodle, spread out on the floor, topless and her skirt flipped up across her stomach, breathing heavy and trying to catch her breath.

By now I was hard again, so I unclipped her skirt and exposed her fully nude body, which was gorgeous.

I looked at Jim, watching us again. I didn’t know what to do. Should I insult him, further humiliating him? Ignore him? Invite him to join? Ann was pretty much calling the shots with respect to Jim, so I didn’t want to engage him too much, but I felt compelled, out of curiosity more than anything.

I grabbed her feet and got between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit a few times.

Then looking at Jim, I said, “I’m gonna pound the shit out of your fiancée here. Then I’m gonna come in her slut pussy, like I did last week.”

No need for gentleness, I drove my full length into her in one motion, pinning her knees back with my arms and fucking her with all my force. She reached up and grabbed her own feet, pulling them back further to allow me even deeper access and freeing me up to pound her even harder.

After a few minutes of this, I pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Without hesitation I slammed back into her and grabbed her by the shoulders to get maximum leverage. This chick wanted to be fucked hard and there was no denying it. She lowered herself onto her shoulders and reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, making her look at Jim.

“Fuckin slut,” I said. “All holier than thou for an hour on Sundays, but a cock hungry slut the rest of the time right? Now fucking me in front of your pussy boyfriend. You’re a total fucking whore aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Forgive me, I love cock, I can’t get enough. Fuck me and come in my slut pussy.”

She got her wish, as I unloaded into her and smacked her ass a couple times for good measure. We collapsed on the floor, both out of breath. Jim slowly got up and left the room. I kept one eye on the door he left through, hoping he wasn’t coming back with a shotgun.

Ann said, “I need to go to confession.”

I pulled my shorts on and asked if we were done. Ann said yes and showed me to the door.

Ann and I got together only one more time, which ended with me eating and fucking her ass in her bed, and then pulling out and standing over her coming on her face, while Jim stared blankly at our actions.

When I saw her at mass soon after that, she asked me to come back to her office. She proceeded to tell me that she had been called to marry Jim and be faithful, and that she would like me to respect that and not pursue her anymore, since she had a clear weakness and wouldn’t be able to say no. I assured her that I wished the best for her and would keep our relationship purely professional.

Ann and Jim got married about three months later, and six months after that she was reassigned to a parish about an hour away. I didn’t see Ann for three years.

That reunion will be the subject of a future story.

Any comments are always welcome and appreciated

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The day in Paris has been magical, the fall weather is sunny and beautiful, our time together like a perfect, stolen moment. We don’t notice anything but each other.

We’ve always been close, comfortable and easy with each other, but today is different. There’s an unspoken electric charge between us, and we float through the City of Light holding hands, wanting nothing but this time together.

After walking through the Opera district we spot a small movie theater and wordlessly, you guide us inside. You buy us tickets for the next showing hardly noticing what it is. It’s the middle of the day, and there are only a handful of other people in the theater. We choose our seats at the back, and the lights begin to dim. We have the back-row to ourselves, but there are people only a few rows away to the left and right who had turned to notice us as we came in. We sit down and you raise the armrest between us and pull me into your side.

We’ve been touching each other all day, our hands entwined, but now with your arm draped over my shoulder possessively, my heart begins to speed up at the contact. I’ve fantasized about you since the day we met, touching myself alone in my room as I imagined being held like this by you. And now, our bodies pressed together in the dimming light of the theater, I feel your hand begin to curl around my shoulder and slowly, almost hesitantly, slide underneath my tanktop. My hands are in my lap, and I clench them in my skirt as my body tenses at your exploring hand. I press my thigh against yours, urging you to continue. I glance around the theater, as the trailers begin but no one looks our way. My heart starts pounding as your hand slips underneath my bra and cups my breast. You let out a low sigh as you squeeze my breast in appreciation and then roll my nipple between your fingers. I gasp at the sensation then quickly dart my eyes around, but no one looks our way.

At my reaction you pull your hand back and turn to me, grabbing the back of my head you kiss me fiercely, for the first time. The feel of your lips against mine takes my breath away and bursa escort bayan my head swims. Pulling me towards you, my chest presses against you, your hands begin exploring my body impatiently. You pull me halfway into your lap, my right leg hooking over yours as your hand grabs my ass and presses me into your thigh. I forget myself and moan as you devour my mouth, overwhelmed to finally be tasting you. We both freeze, as a lull between trailers drops the theater into silence and a person two rows ahead and to our left turns in our direction, an annoyed expression on their face.

I move back into my seat as quietly as possible, but you place your hand high up on my thigh, pushing under my skirt. As I settle back down I place my hand on your thigh and move slowly upwards at the same pace as your hand. Your fingers find the edge of my panties and I begin to shake in anticipation. We both keep our eyes forward but you slouch down slightly and unbutton your fly. My fingers shake as my hand moves to unzip your pants but you slide one finger under my panties and immediately slip between my soaking wet folds to enter me. You moan as quietly as you can and I throw my head back and bite my lip to keep quiet, forgetting everything but the feel of you penetrating me. I spread my legs and you grab the back of my head and begin kissing my neck as you press a second finger inside my aching center. I grip your hardness through your pants and squeeze.

You slip a second finger inside me while pressing your palm against my clit and start rocking your fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. You feel me tense and open my mouth to moan and you quickly cover it with your own, kissing me deeply. I melt into your kiss and you stroke my center harder and faster. I open my eyes to look around and notice the movie has started, and no one looks back at us. We lock eyes, and the intensity of your gaze triggers a cascading orgasm that rocks my whole body and you quickly cover my mouth with your hand to stop the scream that almost erupts out of me as you keep pumping your fingers into me, gorukle escort drawing out my relentless pleasure. Luckily the movie gets loud and my muffled sounds are drowned out.

Your eyes bore into mine as I come down, and you slowly withdraw your dripping fingers and lick them, closing your eyes and moaning quietly. I’m still breathless, when I take your hand and pull your wet fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tips, gathering the last of my juices off of you. I quickly glance around to ensure no one is looking our way and finish unzipping your pants to release your throbbing cock. I gasp when it springs forth, I can’t help it. You’re larger than I ever imagined and my pussy twitches, wanting you inside me so badly. You keep your eyes moving around the theater, but I’ve already ducked my head down, taking your shaft in both hands I guide you into my eager mouth and you groan, as quietly as you can. My tongue swirls around your head, loving the taste of your precum as I feel your hand slide down my back lifting up my skirt and exposing my panty covered ass. I take your cock to the back of my throat before slowly pulling back and you squeeze my ass in appreciation. I moan quietly around your thick cock and you slide your hand inside my panties and dip your fingers into my wetness, rubbing my juices back up my crack to play with my asshole. I moan louder and you place your other hand on the back of my head, gently stroking my hair as I use both my hands to pump your impressive length into my mouth.

Your fingers explore my pussy rubbing circles around my clit, making my body jump. I start to lift my head up reflexively but you press me back down onto you and thrust your hips up into my mouth. At the same time you dip your fingers in and out of my entrance and spread more of my juices around my asshole, then slowly start to press your thumb inside my virgin hole. My whole body vibrates at the intrusion and you keep your hand on the back of my head, locking my mouth in place as your middle and ring fingers continue to play with my bursa merkez escort bayan dripping, eager pussy, swirling around my entrance until your thumb is seated all the way inside my ass, filling me indescribably. Now you start fucking your fingers into me deeply, mercilessly, as your hips make short thrusts up into my mouth. I’m helpless, under your control completely, and the realization sparks a warm glow in my belly which builds and builds as I feel your excitement take you over and your thrusts become harder and faster as your fingers and hips match rhythm, fucking all my holes at once.

I feel your cock expand to fill my mouth completely as you thrust all the way to the back of my throat and your hand holds me there as you release rope after rope of thick cum down my throat. Meanwhile your fingers hammer into my pussy and ass. The taste of your release, and the power of your thrusts sends me into another crashing orgasm and my entire body shakes as I lose control and scream, luckily your cock and cum muzzle my sounds while the movie music reaches a crescendo of its own. You continue cumming down my throat as you fuck my mouth, and I reflexively swallow what I can after my scream subsides. Even so my hands are coated in your cum and my saliva as I milk the last of the cum from your balls.

You kept your eyes open through your climax, watching my head bob up and down on your cock, and my ass jiggle and shake through my climax. Now you scan the theater to see if anyone noticed, but it looks like whatever’s playing on screen has kept the other’s attention. You sigh deeply as you remove your hand from the back of my head, but I don’t release your cock just yet. I hold still until your breathing settles, then proceed to lick every inch of you clean. Slowly you pull your fingers and thumb from my depths and I moan around your softening cock at the loss.

When I’m satisfied I’ve cleaned you completely I lift my head and you pull me up into your arms and kiss me passionately. We make out for the rest of the movie, until the theater lights start to brighten, and we realize everyone else has left the theater. You remember to fasten your pants before we stand up and go freshen ourselves up in the bathroom. When I meet you back in the lobby you pull me towards you and kiss me again, before putting your arm around my waist as we walk off to explore more of Paris together.

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After our heavy post Christmas party session my wife awoke the next day hung over but soaked. She asked me to recite exactly what we had done and how much of a naughty drunk cum slut she had been for me.

I laid between her legs on the couch and told her in very graphic detail how she choked herself on my dick, the saliva dripping to her exposed breasts, the assault on her breasts and body.

Her nipples and areola were bruised and it wasn’t clear if it was from my pinching, twisting sucking or her own hands.

Her cunt still dripped and throbbed from my treatment the night before. But surprisingly to me she wanted to talk more about how hard I fucked her tight ass. We have done anal several times through our marriage and it had always been initiated by me.

When she had been drinking I had a lot more success getting it, sober she had never enjoyed it due to the pain and discomfort she would feel during and also after. She was also afraid she told me that if I got it too much I wouldn’t want her sweet pussy.

The Christmas party was the first time in around 18 months she had accepted me into her ass. The time before was a bargaining chip for a beach vacation.

She had awoken a new woman. She had enjoyed the feeling of being stretched around my thick head obviously the alcohol had helped but she enjoyed the animalistic desire I had for her to fill her bowels with my cum.

I told her that her ass could never replace her dripping pussy but it was a different sensation both physically and mentally. Her giving herself to me unrestricted, allowing me to fully claim her every hole as mine had her hot and ready for more.

Luckily for me we are very open to each other about everything. She explained that she wanted to do it more but would need a lot of lube especially if sober and maybe a butt plug or something could be used to train her to accommodate me easier.

I needed no extra encouragement and immediately went to my phone and found a site filled with different toys for couples play.

I filled my cart with two nipple suction cups (as nipple play is one of her biggest kinks), a beginner anal training kit which included: 3 different sized butt plugs, lube, toy cleaner and a douche kit and a set of cock rings for me to finish off.

We had more passionate sex throughout the day. Each time she asked me tell her how good a girl she had been and how it made me feel filling her tight ass. I couldn’t wait for our package to arrive.

I would work my thumb or finger into her hole every time we had sex for the couple weeks. She would push back and accept them each and every time and I could feel how much wetter she pussy would become and how much harder she would cum from this.

New Year’s Eve was upon us and the kids were scheduled to stay at her parents house. The package arrived the same day. It was like the sex gods had planned for tonight to be memorable.

We had some time while the kids were out playing and my wife asked me to take care of the hair on her pussy. We headed to the bedroom with the clippers.

I had trimmed her before, done a good job and it had been a major turn on for her. She had told her friends at work this and they were very jealous of this. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her if she needed. She had carried and birthed both of our children, trimming the pussy I want to be in everyday was and still isn’t a burden of any sorts to me.

I made sure to be very cautious and bursa escort methodical while removing her pubic hair. I tried my best to shave it completely bare with no nicks or cuts. She then spun around into a doggy style position and I removed the remaining hair from her tight behind.

It would flinch and wink at me as I worked. I was dripping an unruly amount of pre cum at this. Her pussy was also dripping for me. The vibrations and touch was sending her into a frenzy.

Seeing my wife’s cleanly shaved holes was torture for me. My tongue wanted to explore her entirety but I knew I had to complete the task and I would be rewarded 10 fold in a matter of hours. Once complete and smooth my wife headed to a nice hot shower to clean off any straggling hair and prepare herself for me.

I loaded up the kids as she headed to the bathroom with the douche kit in hand. I met with her parents and made small talk. Wanting to get back to her as soon as possible. Hoping her mother wouldn’t notice me bulging at the thought of her daughter preparing herself for me.

Upon my return she was ready. The douching wasn’t her favorite experience but she felt clean and ready for whatever might come. We spread the new toys out on the bed and positioned a towel just incase.

The nipple suction cups were cheap and unfortunately wouldn’t hold as well as we would have liked. I would have to use my mouth instead but who complains about sucking on some sexy tits. Not me.

I reached for the smallest of the plugs. I rubbed it around her dripping pussy then buried it inside her. This plug is quite small and nowhere near the thickness or length of my cock. I toyed with her pussy for a few moments enjoying the visual in front of me.

I removed the plug and added a good amount of lube. Probably over kill but I didn’t want to hurt her and potentially end our fun.

With gentle slow pressure it slipped past her ring and was buried it’s 4 inches inside her ass. All that was left to see was a navy blue base hiding her tight hole.

Her breasts were inviting me back to them so I left her ass to adjust to this new feeling and worked a nipple into my mouth. I sucked firmly and nibbled at her wanting tits. My right hand was busy rubbing between her clit, labia, soaked hole and pressing the plug against her.

After several minutes of this she informed me she was ready to try the next size up. My cock being fully hard now from the foreplay I spread one of the cock rings and forced it over my shaft and then balls.

It immediately had my veins bulging and turned my entire dick a deep red/purple color. I thought my cock may explode from the trapped blood in it.

She rolled over and presented her filled hole to me, arching her back, propped up on her knees and elbows. It was a beautiful sight. I slowly removed the plug which led to a big sigh from her. She was wanting no needing more.

I applied more lube again and rubbed the bigger plug up and down her crack making sure to coat it heavily.

I aimed it at her hole and repeated the same process as the first time. Gently slow pressure and whenever she adjusted and pushed back I would force more of the plug into her.

At last she was at the thickest part, her hole expanded welcoming this new intrusion and I had buried the plug to its base. She groaned as it’s girth filled her. I held my palm against it and massaged it in circles making sure it was stretching her.

She bursa escort pushed back to meet my hand and moaned how full she felt. All 5 inches of thick plug buried to the hilt filling her seldom used back door.

I couldn’t resist lunging forward with my tongue out stretched and lapping at her dripping cunt. My wife with a plug in her ass and my tongue dancing around her clit, bucked against me as another orgasm exploded from within.

As I felt her body shudder and her cunt begin to spasm I pressed my palm hard against the base of the plug. Her tight hole clamped and released in time with her pussy.

As soon it subsided I positioned myself behind her and entered her awaiting hole. No need to take it slow she was dripping and my cock entered her easily. I could feel the plug applying pressure to her vaginal wall as my cock run along it.

Two thrusts into her and another shuddering orgasm took over. The feeling of both my raging, cock ring restricted organ stretching her pussy and the plug filling her other needy cavity had set her off.

She bucked and gyrated against me. The plug pushing against my pelvic bone stretching her was sending her through wave after pleasure filled wave of ecstasy.

I held firmly against her allowing her to use my cock however she needed to get her required release. The feeling was intense but the view of her being double penetrated was overwhelming and I had to hold back my load with everything I could muster.

I withdrew my swollen cock from her and removed the cock ring. I worried that if I left it too long it may become painful and I certainly didn’t want that.

The color changed in my dick before our eyes and we decided that we should probably put it up for the night. My wife rolled onto her back as I attempted to re enter her but her ass tried to involuntarily push the plug out.

Doggy style it was. I entered her again and this time the plug stayed put. I took my time having recovered from the cock ring and the almost cumming minutes before.

I took long slow strokes while wiggling the plug. If I pulled upward on the base it’s pointed end would ride my cock through her wall with each thrust. I decided to push it in different directions and listen for her moans and the way her body would react.

She had become the toy for my enjoyment. Between orgasms she never fully hit the valley she was staying on edge the entire time. I gently pulled the plug out and in just an inch at a time.

I was using the thicker bottom to stretch her and she was very receptive to my actions. With two fingers locked around the base I could see how her hole would stretch. I was in awe at how her ass accommodated this intruder with ease now.

I had a burning desire to replace the toy. I was becoming jealous of how it was getting to experience her naughtiest hole and not me. I made mention of this and she immediately told me to remove it and replace it with my dick.

I tugged it one more time and observed her hole stretch around its thickest part and grip it the entire length until the tip was finally withdrawn.

Once again a sigh, the feeling of emptiness that needed to be remedied. I reached for the lube and applied a large drop on the head of my cock. I circled her hole with the head and ran it up and down her crack.

Satisfied with the coating now applied to me I positioned myself to enter her. I gently pushed forward and felt her tight resistance.

Even bursa eskort after using the two plugs I was still a lot thicker than those and I would need to take my time and be gentle. My knob pushed past her ring and disappeared. I held myself still and she took several deep breaths.

She inched her way down my shaft. I watched my veiny steel like shaft disappear into her. I maintained a statue like posture letting her control the process until finally she was settled, her cheeks pressed firmly against me.

I took in the sight in front of me. Her tight hole stretched to accommodate me, 8″ of thick cock buried within. My shaved balls were being smothered in her juices as the rested against her soaked pussy.

She began to rock back and forth encouraging my enlarged head to rub against her anal walls. I took this as the sign of her being ready for me to take her.

I held her steady and withdrew my shaft leaving only the head still inside and then inched back into her until I could feel us collide and my balls nestle back into her wetness.

Her moans filled the room as I worked my cock in and out of her. With each inward thrust she began to meet me. She was rocking forward and back to increase the rhythm.

I maintained to allow her to bring herself once again to another orgasm. This time with me inside her ass. With one last hard push against me and me pulling her in by her hips it took over her.

I could feel each pulse as her ring clamped and released me. She screamed into the pillow below as the pleasure became too much for her to bare.

Once it had subsided I took control again and picked up my pace. I dug my fingers into her hips, pulling her back to meet my strokes. I was in charge of her ass now and I was going to fill it with my cum.

I could feel her extraordinarily wet hole and parted cunt lips accepting the continued slapping from my heavy balls. I was bottoming out into her fiercely preparing to unleash with everything I had.

Another minute our two of this and I felt the impending point of no return. I thrusted into her as I felt a torrent of cum rush from my balls up my shaft and explode inside of her. I held her against me, my balls squished between us as they had retracted up.

I felt pulse after pulse, every new rope would find its way into her cavity, coating her hot bowel. I was filling her with an immense amount of cum. I pulled back so just the head was still inside and buried myself again.

I was using the tightness of her clamped down on me to milk every last drop. I needed her to be full when I had finished with her.

My cock started to deflate and work its way out. I slowly let it slip and watched her hole release my cum with it. It ran down her clean shaved pussy, and dripped from her clit to the towel below.

She had been my perfect little cock slut. She had let me stretch her ass and fill it full of my cum. I was so proud of how far she had come.

She stayed there’s for a few minutes recovering and getting her breath back. I took a photo or two of her dripping holes after I had cleaned myself up. She has a heavy praise kink so I ran my hands over her body as I put my mouth right next to her ear and told her “What a good girl she had been. How proud she made me being my little anal slut. Letting me stretch her and fill her. Milking my cum”.

This only left her hotter once again, I chuckled and kissed her before taking the towel and cleaning her off.

We cleaned the toys and left them to dry in our bathroom. We then got dressed and headed out to dinner, no one the wiser that 30 minutes earlier my wife had taken my cock in all 3 holes and as she sat there, my cum was leaking from her tight ass.

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From chapter 12:

“I still don’t know where we’re going,” Lacey said to her dad as they drove. “Not going to tell me?”

“Okay okay. I guess I kept you in suspense for long enough. Your aunt and uncle rented a place in Oak Island. They invited us down. They’re going to be there for the week, but we don’t have to stay that long.”

Lacey felt as though she was punched in the stomach, and she was forced to take deep breaths to keep herself from hyper-ventilating.

“Oh, um. Just them? Or…”

“Well, like I said honey. They invited Diane along too. She’s close to your aunt. I think it’s just going to be five of us at most.”

Lacey was flush with a combination of panic, hope and regret. She saw the green sign for Oak Island and as her dad took the exit Lacey’s mind flooded with thoughts of Kristi. Minutes later they wove through the small town.

“Here we are honey. It’s just down the block. Look, you can see the ocean from here.”

But Lacey wasn’t focused on the ocean. Instead, she scanned the parking lot looking for Kristi’s white Miata.

IN HER COUSIN’S FOOTSTEPS- Conclusion

Her dad pulled up to the condo next to his sister’s SUV. It was times like this that he was glad that she “married up,” he thought as he marveled at the luxurious complex. Mike – Sadie’s husband – was a nice enough guy, and at 55 he was probably too young to be considered her “sugar daddy,” but he never really thought they had any chemistry together. In his earlier years, he tried to connect with Mike, but their interests were as different as they could possibly be, and he was surprised that his sister was able to adapt to him. Growing up they were nearly inseparable. Less than two years apart in age and living in a modest country cottage miles from city life, they turned to each other for amusement, spending countless hours exploring the countryside as children and making up fantastic tales along the way, sometimes of a damsel in distress and other times as superheroes fighting invisible criminal forces.

Unlike most siblings, as they grew older they remained close. They always had each other’s backs and each considered the other to be their best friend. Sadie’s high school graduation and subsequent departure to college was at least as hard on her brother as it was on Sadie’s parents. The small Christian college that she attended was within driving distance so her brother and their parents visited at nearly every opportunity during the first year that she was away, and Sadie almost always came home whenever she had an extended weekend. By her sophomore year, the visits became less frequent as Sadie discovered life outside of their small town and finally was able to establish a small circle of friends. She was introduced to Mike – twelve years her senior – by a college friend, and a year after she graduated they were married, with her brother as her “Man of Honor.” It was a bittersweet experience for Doug, knowing that they would never be as close as they had been.

Now here they were more than twenty years later. He and Lacey grabbed their bags from the car and took the stairs to the top floor of the 3-story condo. They were welcomed with open arms, with Sadie warmly hugging Lacy and her brother, while Mike awkwardly did the same.

“Wow, what a view,” Lacey’s dad said as he gazed out beyond the sliding glass doors at the ocean.

“Yeah, Doug. You’re right – it doesn’t suck,” Mike smiled. “Beer?” He didn’t wait for a response. Instead he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Yuengling Lager, handing it to Doug. Sadie gave them a tour of the 3-bedroom condo, smiling when she said, “This room is for you and Diane.”

Doug blushed and said, “Jesus Sadie. It was just a couple of dates. I hardly think she’s ready to sleep in the same room as me. I don’t even know if she’s coming.”

“Well, if she does come I guess she can stay in my room,” Sadie said. “Mike has to go back on Sunday night so we have plenty of time to figure out the sleeping arrangements.

Doug flashed back to a distant memory from more than two decades before and smiled before wiping the thought from his mind.

“Well it’s amazing. I really appreciate the invitation. So, no Kristi I guess?”

Lacey lingered, pretending not to hear and trying to control her emotions as she semi-eavesdropped.

Sadie said, “No, I really don’t think she’ll make it this week. She…hasn’t been herself the past couple of weeks. I mean, she has gone days without leaving her room except for an occasional snack. I asked her what was wrong, but she just said ‘school stuff.’ I know I should have pressed her, but I just decided to give her some space.”

Doug looked over at his daughter, remembering her earlier comment about Kristi and shrugged.

“Well, I don’t know of a better place to clear your mind than the beach. Hopefully she’ll change her mind.”

“She said something about going to practice at State if she feels better, but I think she really wants her ‘me’ time,” Sadie said.

“Oh Lacey honey, this is your room. I’m sorry about the bunk beds. I think the owners have twin boys. Hopefully this will have to do. Not very girly I’m afraid. You and your bursa escort bayan dad can use the hallway bathroom. Mike and I have a separate bath in the master bedroom. Make yourselves at home.”

“It’s fine Aunt Sadie,” Lacey said, dropping her suitcase on the lower bunk with the Pikachu bedspread and following them back to the family area.

Lacey overheard her Aunt’s comments and realized that Kristi must have been in as much pain as she was. Somehow it made her sad – two girls in pain, with neither wanting to be the one to pick up the phone first. Would either of them – ever, she wondered? She looked out over the water and decided that she would try to block that from her mind while she and her dad were here in this amazing place.

Mike and her dad went out to the balcony and closed it behind them, leaving her with her Aunt, who made small talk.

“It looks like a perfect beach day,” she said as she stood. “I hope you brought your suit. There are some really cute young lifeguards near our spot,” she winked.

Lacey managed a polite smile. “I’ll probably join you in a few minutes, Aunt Sadie. I just need to relax a little if you don’t mind.”

Sadie’s lifeguard comment was a not-so-veiled attempt to gauge a response from her niece, but she wasn’t sure what kind of reaction she was hoping for. She slipped her shorts and top off and reached into the chest of drawers to pull out her tankini. At 43 she still possessed an athletic body which remained toned with a regimen of running and participating in various group fitness classes. Although her hips were a bit thicker than her high school days, she was still attractive enough to receive more than her share of glances from the opposite sex, and occasionally from women as well.

She returned to the family room and retrieved her sunglasses from the counter before excusing herself.

“I’ll be down at the beach. Come on down when you’re ready. I’ll take the umbrellas down with me. Towels are right here. See you soon, Lace.”

“Okay Aunt Sadie. Thanks,” Lacey smiled.

On the balcony, Doug and Mike engaged in small talk as they sipped their beers. Mike watched Sadie lugging the beach equipment and gave her a catcall. Doug followed suit, whistling and yelling, “Shake that bootie!”

Both men laughed as Sadie did an exaggerated shaking of her full ass before giving them the finger, kiddingly.

“Classy as usual,” Mike said laughing.

“Yep, that’s Sadie. You’re a lucky man,” Doug kidded and they clinked their glasses in a toast.

Inside, Lacey sat and thought about her situation. She was now captive for at least four days and possibly longer. She could mope or take advantage and try to enjoy her time in the sleepy beach town. She decided on the latter and entered the children’s room to change. In a departure from her normal shy self, she opted for the navy two-piece but threw a white tank top over it. She grabbed a couple of towels and opened the sliding doors to tell her dad that she was leaving. She made her way to the beach and this time both men behaved themselves, although Mike was clearly distracted as he realized that his niece had suddenly evolved into a grown mature – and even sexy – woman. Lacey spotted her aunt on the beach and dropped down into a beach chair as they both sat in the shade of the umbrellas. Sadie nodded toward the college-aged sculpted blonde boy in the lifeguard’s chair before commenting, “Almost makes you want to pretend you’re drowning!”

“Yeah, he’s…cute,” Lacey commented.

“I wonder what he thinks of cougars,” Sadie laughed.

“Aunt Sadie!” Lacey couldn’t help but laugh as she blushed at her aunt’s boldness.

“Word of advice, Lace? Don’t date older men, at least not a dozen years older.”

Lacey felt awkward and wondered if her aunt had also been drinking. They never felt close enough to have this type of conversation. Sadie sipped from a Gatorade bottle while they sat quietly.

“Mike seems, well…um, like he’s…um, I mean you both seem to get along.”

“He’s good to me. He’s a good provider and a good man. He’s a great father.”

They quietly sat watching the beach before her aunt asked, “Have you noticed anything with Kristi lately?”

“Well, we haven’t really been hanging out much. Not since,” Lacey caught herself before saying it.

“Not since um, the other week when we were at State I guess.” She felt the need to divert the conversation from Kristi.

“I’ve been busy with basketball and softball. I’m sure Kristi is staying busy coaching and practicing at State.”

“Okay. I just thought maybe you knew if something was bothering her. I guess not.”

“Um, I’m going to get my feet wet,” Lacey said, thankful that her oversized sunglasses were able to hide her tearing eyes.

Aunt Sadie watched her rise and walk to the water before reclining her beach chair and closing her eyes. Lacey waded out in the water and hopped the gentle waves before getting far enough out that she could float on her back, allowing the tide to slowly carry her further down the beach. She eventually rode a wave back to the shore and walked north to sit back down with her aunt.

Back at the condo görükle escort the men were on their fourth beers and the conversation flowed more freely. Mike confided that he didn’t really need to go back to work but wanted some alone time, and Doug understood. In the back of his mind was relief that he wouldn’t have to pretend to enjoy Mike’s company throughout the week, and he could just spend some quality time with Lacy and his sister.

“So what do you think of Diane anyway? Sadie has been on you for years to go out with her. What finally prompted you to see her?”

“She seems nice. I guess I was just feeling a little bit like it was time. I mean, Jesus, I haven’t, you know…BEEN with a woman since a couple years after my divorce.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll hit it off. Do you think she’ll be coming down? Maybe get some – you know – pussy while you’re here.”

“Jesus Mike. I’m not fucking her under the same roof that Lacey and Sadie are under! Are you kidding me?”

“Well, maybe at least a quiet wet blowjob anyway. Think she sucks cock?”

“What the fuck Mike? How many beers did you have before we got here?”

He continued, “Besides, how would I know if she gives head? I was only out with her a couple times. It’s not like she was, you know, deep-throating a carrot or anything at the restaurant.”

They both laughed. “Well, I hope you get SOMETHING this week. I know I will,” Mike said, letting a secret slip.

Doug heard the comment and felt his anger building at the thought that his old brother-in-law was going back home to hook up, not to work. He wanted desperately to say something, to defend his sister. Instead he decided to change the subject totally.

“So, how do you think the Panthers are going to do this year?”

“Shit Doug, I don’t know. They’re totally unpredictable. Cam’s a freakin’ diva. If he ever decided to get serious maybe we’d have a chance.”

“Yeah, I agree. They’re entertaining at least.” He answered, but his mind was on the earlier comment that Mike made.

“Anyway, I think I’ll hit the beach. See how the girls are doing down there. You coming?”

“No, go ahead. I have a few calls to make, Doug. You go ahead, enjoy”

“Oh, and thanks a lot for inviting us here. This place is amazing. I mean, Jesus, look at it! When I grow up this is what I want to be able to rent,” Doug kidded and both smiled.

“See you later. Come on over when you get a chance.” Doug said it but was hoping his sleazy brother-in-law would stay back at the condo.

The three of them enjoyed the sun and water throughout the afternoon. Doug had a heavy heart, torn between the unwritten ‘guy code’ and his allegiance to his sister. He knew that he shouldn’t get involved, but he hated the thought that Mike was planning to cheat, or had he misunderstood what his brother-in-law said? He tried to shrug it off and just enjoy the calmness. They stayed on the beach until late afternoon when they packed everything up and took the short walk back to the condo. They all showered and dressed for dinner. Of course Mike and Sadie suggested an upscale seafood restaurant while their more down-to-earth guests would have preferred to just go “casual” at a no-frills beach bar. Minutes later the four climbed into Mike’s Lexus SUV en route to the upscale restaurant. Two hours later, the guys fought over the bill before Mike finally conceded and allowed Doug to pay. They returned to the condo and relaxed with beer and wine, while Lacey excused herself to take a stroll on the deserted beach. She walked a few blocks down and back before climbing onto the lifeguard chair and peering out into the near pitch-black ocean, almost wishing that she had the nerve to swim out into the darkness one last time.

FROM KRISTI’S PERSPECTIVE

Kristi lay in bed on Friday morning, relieved that her parents finally left for up to a week at the shore. After nearly two weeks of suffering, she realized that she felt no better this morning than she had when she and Lacey first broke up. Worse yet, she knew that she would have to somehow find the strength to pry herself out of bed and drive to State for two days of scrimmages which was absolutely the last thing she wanted to do. The week before she barely had the energy or desire to contact her coach, explaining that she was unable to get to State for the weekend practices. Despite the fact that the practices were considered to be “optional,” she knew she couldn’t afford to miss two weeks in a row. Besides, what would her excuse be? That she was heartbroken over her breakup with her lover who also just happened to be her younger cousin?

She stretched and willed herself up and out of bed. Looking down at her body, she was horrified at the sight of her legs, which she hadn’t bothered to shave since returning from State two weekends ago. She walked zombie-like into the bathroom to shower and decided to do the bare minimum of grooming. Underarms and legs only, oh and maybe just a couple of swipes of the razor over her inner thighs as she realized that her pubic hair had suddenly taken on the characteristics of a rapidly growing weed. She didn’t bother to thin out her dark growth at all. Why should she, bursa escort bayan she asked herself, sure that she was the only one who would see it. Still, she ran her fingers slowly over the now thicker hair for just a few seconds, realizing that she hadn’t masturbated in weeks. Despite the slight desire resulting from her brief touch, she didn’t have the time or energy to even play with herself. Instead she toweled off and changed. At the last minute she tossed a few extra things into her overnight bag in case she needed to stay an extra day. She went down the stairs and into the kitchen, realizing that she hadn’t taken her phone from the charger in nearly a week. Why should she? Still, she felt a pang of excitement at the thought of possibly receiving a text from Lacey. Unfortunately and not surprisingly, none of the dozen or so texts were from her cousin. Knowing she was solely responsible for ruining a beautiful relationship due to a stupid meaningless sexual romp, she felt her eyes welling up yet again with tears. She fought them off, made herself a large cup of coffee for the road, and left the home for her weekend at NC State.

OAK ISLAND – DAY 3

Lacey awoke on Sunday morning to clear skies and bright sunlight sneaking through the blinds and finding its way directly onto her face. She decided to start her day with stretching and a morning run on the beach in an effort to retain her workout regimen. Afterward she walked a few blocks south, following the sound of basketballs being dribbled. She came upon a full court game and counted nine players in all, primarily in their late teens or early twenties but including both boys and girls. They spotted her and quickly invited her to even the sides. Although she didn’t have her appropriate basketball shoes, she gladly joined them. Nearly an hour later, one by one they began dismissing themselves, most likely to go to the beach. Lacey walked back to the condo and found a note from her aunt:

“Decided to go to the 10am worship service. Back before noon – Aunt S & the beach bums”

Lacey shrugged and peeled off her clothing before hopping into the shower. Her fatigued muscle pain paled in comparison to her angst over the loss of her friend and lover, but as she turned the heat up on the water, she allowed herself to feel and touch in places that she had neglected for the past two weeks. Knowing that she had time to herself and all the hot water she needed, she explored her body with her soapy hands and fingers, even pressing a digit between her tightening ass cheeks. In her mind, it wasn’t her finger, but instead it was Kristi’s amazing tongue that was snaking obscenely into her tight hole from behind. She thrashed under the water as she imagined herself reaching back to press her cousin’s face tighter against her full ass with one hand while her own fingers ran over her clit. She felt her finger sliding deeper into her ass than ever before, and she wondered if Kristi’s tongue would ever be able to explore the forbidden area again. She felt her orgasm building and eased off, wanting it to last. Unfortunately she was unable to stop it and she nearly slipped in the shower from the intensity of her climax. She removed her finger from her tight asshole and finished showering, satisfied physically but still hollow emotionally.

After drying off and dressing for the beach, Lacey poured herself some cereal and sat out on the balcony. From that vantage point she was able to watch the ocean as well as the small 2-lane road that wound down from the main street to their complex. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a small white convertible heading down the street toward the building. Could it be? She was sure that her heart literally stopped beating for a few seconds, until it turned right and she realized that her mind was playing a cruel trick on her. It wasn’t a Miata after all, and the color of the top was totally different than Kristi’s car. She slunk into the chair and back into her pseudo-depression as a result of the disturbing mind game, wondering if she would ever overcome the pain of her loss.

It was a lazy day, and other than their morning events, the family followed the same routine as the prior two days, spending hours on the beach, occasionally swimming and tossing a frisbee against the wind. The men discreetly violated the beach ordinance and drank beer from their koozie cups, while Aunt Sadie kept her mystery Gatorade container by her side. All in all, the day was uneventful other than Lacey’s discomfort over some glances that Mike gave her which were actually closer to creepy leers. If she hadn’t been so down she would have been offended and embarrassed, but given her emotional state she almost didn’t care. Let him look, she thought. At least someone seems to desire me, she thought to herself, even if it was just her ancient drunk Uncle. As the day wore on, Mike told the others that he was going back to relax before heading back home for “work.” No one noticed Doug rolling his eyes, and he nearly spit out his beer as he heard the comment. “Good riddance,” Doug thought. Now he had to figure out whether to share his suspicions with his sister or just mind his own business. They rose for his obligatory send-off. Mike shook Doug’s hand and hugged Sadie before turning to Lacey who reluctantly gave him a weak hug, taking care not to come into too much contact with him. As he walked off the beach the tension immediately eased, and Lacey wondered how long her dad planned to stay, surprising herself by hoping to remain for the full week.

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It was going to be a great day it was Saturday and I had no school. I decided to call and ask my friend Chrissy if she wanted to sleep over tonight. Of course she said yes, and so I only had an hour before Chrissy was meant to come over. I decided to “entertain myself.”

I walked up to my bedroom and closed the door, even though their was no one home who could have caught me. I started striping off my clothes my shirt came off first and I tossed it onto the floor. Next came my bra. I peeled the red bra off my hardening tits quickly dropping it so I could rub my nipples. After rubbing my nipples while sitting on the end of my bed I could feel a little wetness on the front my panties. While I unzipped my jean pants I slide a finger down my matching red panties to finger my clit.

In no time my panties were off and my pussy already dripping wet. I laid back on my bed, propping my head up with my soft cool pillows. I spread my legs wide making my wet pussy lips spread apart. Putting two fingers around my red swollen clit while pinching my erect nipples with my other hand. I started rubbing my fingers against my hard clit making waves of pleasure run through my whole body. Starting at my clit then shooting up my back , out to my finger tips, my whole body starting shaking in ecstasy.

I released my hard pink nipples and gripped the bed while sliding two fingers into my tight wet pussy. My pussy was tight around my two fingers and was hot with cum. I thrusted my fingers in and out of my cunt slow at first and then moving faster and faster dripping thick cum all over my thighs and fingers. I moaned in pleasure as my pussy gripped my fingers and I started to cum.

Laying still in my bed for awhile with my fingers still deep in my tight dripping pussy I sat up and licked the hot sweet cum off my fingers ,“Heh you didn’t expect me to waste it did you?“ I looked at the clock by the side of my bed and bursa yabancı escort ran to the bathroom. I had lost track of time and it was 5 minutes before Chrissy was meant to arrive.

Quickly throwing my clothes back on I heard the doorbell ring. I was grabbing the clothes and I realized I had dripped cum on my bed. It was clearly visible and I had no time to deal with that now. Damn. While running to the door I finished putting on my pants. I opened the door and saw Chrissy, I looked her over trying to catch my breath. She was wearing a short school-girl looking skirt and a white tank top. Realizing I was staring I said “Cool outfit” and then invited her inside.

“My parents are out Chrissy, so I thought we could have a little a fun,” I said pulling two beers out of the fridge.

“Haha Katherine you know me to well,” she said while taking the beer from my hand.

We plopped down on the couch. “Is anything thing on”, she said. I rolled my eyes and replied “No unless you enjoy watching the Ashley Simpson Show.” We both started laughing and sipping our beers. After ten minutes of surfing the television I gave up and turned off the TV. “Crap, Crap, and more Crap”, I said. We finished our beers and I got up for the second round. When I came back Chrissy suggested we play Truth or Dare.

I looked at her, ”Don’t we need more people to play?”

“No you idiot we can play with just two.”

I laughed ,”Whatever you say Chrissy, I‘ll go first then” “Truth or dare ,Katherine?”

I sat there for a second Sipping my beer thinking of which to choose. After a quick second of thought process I was bold and chose dare. She gave me an evil smirk and said “Your dare is to kiss my ass.” She could barely contain her laughter. After chrissy revealed my dare she was practically rolling on the floor laughing. Kissing a girls ass isn’t usually the first bursa sınırsız escort thing on my list off things to do today but I definitely didn’t want to lose that quickly. “Ok Chrissy.” Surprised she stopped laughing and looked at me. Without saying a word she got on her hands and knees. I leaned over and kissed her ass.

Chrissy turned around and said “Wow I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

I giggled, ”What you think I’m going to let you win that easily?”

I sat there looking at her body her full firm tits they had to be at least C cups and her long legs that led up to her pussy. Sitting there not realizing I had zoned out again I grinned and looked into Chrissy’s eyes.

“Truth or Dare?” I said.

She paused for a moment biting her lip looking as though she had drifted away like I had just a few minutes ago. Then she came back, “Dare.”

I giggled knowing there was no way she would do what I wanted her too. Looking into her eyes again I said French Kiss me. Their was a silence I was smiling from ear to ear for me it was a win/win situation. She surprised me by quickly leaning over and kissing me like she had wanted to her whole life. Rubbing our wet tongues together, our lips where locked for what seemed like hours. Until she finally pulled away from me.

I was stunned by how much I had just enjoyed that kiss from my best friend. We both sat their in silence and something told me this was going to be the beginning of a new beautiful friendship.

After that wonder kiss everything started going back to normal and I began to feel dismay wondering if I would ever taste that sweet tongue again. We sat watching Television for awhile all my mind kept swimming with thoughts of my new found love for my best friend.

I glanced at her every so often wondering what she was thinking about and if she to felt the same görükle escort way about our kiss. I knew one thing for sure, that one kiss wasn’t good enough I wanted more. Scanning her body again getting a glimpse up her skirt seeing that she was wearing cotton white panties and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I noticed a wet cum stain on them. Knowing now she too felt the same way about her kiss I got extremely hot I wanted to just rip off her panties and suck on her gorgeous clit .

I looked up into her eyes I saw her looking at my tits, I looked down, I didn’t realize my nipples had gotten so hard. They were clearly visible through my red spaghetti strap shirt. Looking back into her eyes she knew I had seen her staring at my perky tits. We both blushed and smiled at each other. Looking at the time it was now 11:3o and I suggested we go to bed. She agreed and we headed up stairs both of us feeling the effects of the alcohol as we started moving about.

I fell onto my bed and ripped up my covers not bothering to change at all. Chrissy started setting up her pillow and blanket on the floor. After hearing her shuffle her things about I thought she had finally fallen asleep when I heard her voice say, “Katherine are your awake?”

I rolled over so I was facing her,” Yeah I’m still awake”

“Hey Kat can I sleep on your bed its uncomfortable down here on the floor”

I said,” Sure I don’t care my beds big enough for two”

She crept up onto my bed and put her pillow right up next time mine, our faces only an inch or two away from each other. Without thinking or saying a thing she leaned in and kissed me cupping and rubbing one of my breasts. I couldn’t believe this was happening it was like a fantasy. I pulled away from her and sat up I slid off my top.

My nipples were rock hard now after being fondled my best friend. I sat her up next to me taking her top off as well now she was just left wearing that sexy little school girl skirt. She liked what I was doing and thrust her big tities into my face. I took one of her nipples into my mouth while pinching and pulling the other with my fingers. Chrissy let out a moan, ”Oh yes Katherine bite and suck on my nipples.” This was the point of no return.

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PREFACE:

This is a story told to me by a fellow ‘lipstick lesbian’. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen her but I hope my memory of her account is accurate enough.

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“Why don’t you come in and let me make dinner for us,” Samantha said as we arrived back at her place from the airport.

I couldn’t put my finger on why the very attractive brunette in my passenger seat made me uneasy.

‘Maybe it’s just because I don’t know her all that well,’ I speculated.

I wasn’t giving her a once over but I had to look somewhere other than in her eyes as I tried to manufacture a reason to decline. The way she’d twisted slightly sideways in the seat pulled the neck of her sundress open a bit. It was already low cut enough to reveal some cleavage and my passenger had the boobs to pull that off. Her sidesaddle position in the seat afforded an even deeper view into the bodice of the dress; far enough for me to be able to see a good portion of the upper slope of her right breast all the way down to, and including, the upper margin of her skin tone bra cup. I quickly averted my eyes from the apparently inadvertent exposure.

The little pastel green sundress with big pink spiral swirls hugged her midsection accenting the thrust of her bosom. When my gaze passed her hips I realized that I had gone too far.

Her left knee was up on the seat while her right foot pushed against the floor promoting the turn of her body. The result was that the hem of the sundress was pulled way up her right leg showing off her incredibly soft looking bare inner thigh.

“Come on… what are you going to do… go home to an empty house and make dinner for yourself,” she said several seconds after she’d issued the original invitation to which I hadn’t responded.

She was right of course. There was no one to rush home for.

I had picked up Samantha and Dennis from their home three hours ago with my husband Todd riding shotgun. Together the four of us had gone to the airport to see the men off on their business trip. The supplier that they were going to perform a quality audit on had suggested that if they came in on the Friday, instead of Monday that he could get them out for a couple rounds of golf over the weekend at his private club. The opportunity of free golf on a prestigious private course was irresistible to Dennis and Todd in spite of the obvious intention to prejudice the audit.

I’d made myself a little plan about how I was going to spend the weekend alone; what I’d eat and so on, but I really had no good reason to turn down Samantha’s offer other than the fact that she made me uncomfortable.

‘If I could just figure out what it is that keeps me off balance maybe I could get over it,’ I thought. ‘The best way to figure it out would be to spend some alone time with her… wouldn’t it?’

“Okay, that’d be great!” I finally replied with more enthusiasm than I was feeling.

My passenger, and soon to be hostess, flashed me her perfect white teeth between her pouty blushing peach glossed lips.

“Wonderful, we’ll have a nice dinner… some wine… get better acquainted… it’ll be fun!” she bubbled and patted my knee just below the hem of my skirt.

The touch of her soft little hand on my bare flesh sent a thrill down my spine. I shivered just a bit but I’m sure Sam didn’t notice because she was already opening her door.

Inside the split level ranch style house my hostess led me to the sunken living room.

“What a lovely home you have,” I complimented sincerely.

“Why thank you Doris. Coming from you I consider that very high praise. Can I get you some wine?”

“Sure.”

“Red… White… Rose?” she listed the options.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I responded politely.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Samantha said turning toward what I assumed was the direction of the kitchen.

“I’ve got a lovely Rose that’s become my favorite… I think you’ll enjoy it too,” she called over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.

Watching the sexy sway of her hips as she walked away, her overall beauty struck me again.

‘Is that it… you’re jealous of her good looks… her youth?’

That was part of it at least.

She wasn’t quite young enough to be my daughter. Although I didn’t know her age with certainty, I did know that I had considerably more than ten years on her—probably closer to fifteen. My fortieth birthday was looming and I was sure the spectacular woman who’d offered to make dinner wasn’t much, if at all, past twenty-five.

Her husband Dennis was a junior member of the team of engineers my husband led. He’d only been with Todd’s company a little over a year, fresh out of college. Todd and I had seen Sam and her husband socially but only at company functions so, while the men were quite comfortable seeing each other everyday in the office, Sam and were just barely acquainted.

‘That’s what she’d said wasn’t orhangazi escort it… we can get better acquainted? It’ll be fun,’ I hoped she was right, but first I had to get over my uneasiness.

Once again I tried to analyze, hoping that determining the root cause would be a first step in overcoming it. I didn’t really have any “girlfriends”. Other than the women I worked with, I spent very little time with other females. Todd and I kept mostly to ourselves. Our social life was, in a word, boring. After nearly twenty years of marriage we were still very much in love and comfortable—content with just each other’s company.

So there it was, another factor; I just wasn’t used to socializing with other women, and especially one on one. It hadn’t always been so. Before I was married I had several friends through high school and college. I would even have considered some of them close friends. Somehow those relationships had not survived our commitments to our mates.

That’s where I was, trying to recall how my old same sex friendships had evolved and worked when Samantha arrived back carrying a tray with two long stemmed glasses and a large bottle of pink liquid.

She set the tray down on the coffee table and stood up.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, but I just had to get into something more comfortable.”

My knees went weak and I fell rather than sat down on the couch. My hostess had changed into a sort of a duster, or maybe it was a dressing gown. The pale blue fabric had sheen to it and a ruffle that went around her neck and down the wide lapels, ending at a tightly synched belt tied around her tiny waist. She was standing there lifting and I could almost say massaging her heavy and obviously unfettered breasts.

“Isn’t it just the most wonderful thing when you can finally get your bra off?” she proposed while she was manipulating her big fleshy tits.

I sat there speechless and although my mind was in turmoil I was peripherally aware that my mouth was probably hanging open and my eyes were almost painfully wide. That wasn’t even the disturbing part. What put me nearly into a state of shock was that my vagina began to clench and my nipples were itching.

‘I’m having a sexual reaction to this woman in her housecoat!’ some part of my brain screamed in utter disbelief.

When I managed to take my eyes off Sam’s hands squeezing her boobs and looked at her face I was afraid of what I might see there. She had to have noticed my reaction, but there was nothing in her expression to indicate it. The Mona Lisa smile did not reflect concern.

‘Maybe she didn’t even notice…’ I kidded myself.

I had managed to close my mouth and felt my eyebrows return to a more normal level, but the signals coming from my erogenous zones didn’t subside.

I’ve said that Todd and I were still very much in love but the fire was, for the most part, only a memory. We made love once or twice a week and it was nice. I enjoyed the physical closeness and the cuddling but rarely had an orgasm. Sexual gratification was something I hadn’t thought about in quite sometime, so to have the urge overtake me so suddenly was amazing. For it to have been caused by another woman was unthinkable—but nonetheless true.

My mind picked up the train of thought I was considering before my hostess had derailed it. How had my same sex relationships worked in the past? Had I ever had any sexual attraction before?

‘Of course not!’ the denial was a knee jerk.

I could not suppress the memory of practice kissing early in high school. I had done it with a couple of girlfriends—didn’t everybody? That’s what I’d told myself at the time. It was a right of passage, something all kids went through before they were ready to progress to relationships with the opposite sex. The clarity of the recollection was startling. Those thoughts hadn’t crossed my mind in twenty-five years and suddenly it was like it had happened yesterday.

‘It wasn’t sexual… it was just adolescent curiosity,’ I lied to myself.

You can lie to yourself but it’ll never be convincing. There’s always that voice deep inside that won’t let you ignore the truth, and the truth was that I enjoyed it—too much. I had always wished it would go further than just kissing, but I was too shy to take the next step and—fortunately or unfortunately—so were my girlfriends.

My lips had begun to tingle, or something. The sensation was really hard to characterize but I recognized it as a burning desire to kiss, or be kissed. Licking my lips only seemed to make it worse.

It seemed like for those few seconds that my eyes had been disconnected. Wrestling with my shocking physiological reactions and long dormant memories had transported me into a daydream state. When my visual cortex re-engaged I wished that it hadn’t.

Samantha was leaning way forward to pour the wine. Her breasts hung pendulously from her chest and the lapels gaped providing me with a view that nilüfer escort slammed into my pussy like a hammer blow. I could see most of my young hostess’ tits and couldn’t help asking myself when I had ever seen another woman’s breasts like this before—the answer was never.

It seemed to be taking an incredibly long time to pour the two glasses of wine, or maybe it was just me. I fully realized that I was staring down the neck of Samantha’s robe but for those interminable seconds I was unable to stop. When I finally tore my eyes off her boobs the expression on her face told me that she’d noticed where my focus had been, but she didn’t say anything. She set the bottle back on the tray and took a seat in the easy chair facing the couch that I was sitting on. The heat in my neck and face told me that I was blushing.

“Here’s to a girls’ night in,” she raised her glass as she proposed the toast. I lifted my glass and as we clinked our eyes met.

Sam’s eyes were an even deeper shade of brown than her thick luxurious hair. They seemed to be searching, as if they were trying to reach inside of me; to read my mind. We sipped and I broke the eye contact for fear that she could actually do it. If she’d been able to read my thoughts she’d know that I was dying to see the rest of her magnificent breasts—to see all of her for that matter—I was so ashamed of myself.

“How do you like that?” she asked, at the same time she crossed her legs, knee over knee. The dressing gown parted leaving her bare legs completely exposed.

I knew that she was referring to the wine—wasn’t she? The juxtaposition of the question and the leg crossing action left me with some doubt.

“Wonderful!” I responded not deliberately trying to be ambiguous, but the sentiment did apply to both.

The only reason that I couldn’t see Samantha’s crotch was because her thighs were pressed together. Otherwise I had an unobstructed view of her legs pretty much up to her hips. She was only an inch or so taller than me but her legs looked so much longer than mine, not to mention being more shapely.

“How do you keep yourself looking so young and fit… Oh! I didn’t mean to imply that you’re old,” Sam complmented and then immediately put her hand over her mouth as if it could have been construed as an insult.

I had just drained my wine glass—which I drank much too fast. I almost sprayed the mouthful of alcohol across the room when I heard her question. I managed to swallow and cough a few times and by then the urge to chuckle, that had caused me to choke in the first place, had passed.

“Oh my God Sam you can’t be serious!” I challenged when I was finally able to speak.

“I am… I’m being totally honest. You’re so slim and trim… you have just a wonderful figure,” she continued the praise that in my opinion was entirely undeserved.

My impending fortieth had been weighing on me ever since my thirty-ninth. I found myself examining my body and face in the mirror every day—sometimes twice a day—looking for new wrinkles and droops. Of course the more I stressed the more I looked and the more I looked the more I found. I had tested my husband’s patience to the breaking point asking for reassurance.

Being complimented so genuinely by my gorgeous younger companion went to my head. I was feeling a little dizzy and couldn’t separate the effect of the ego boost from that of the alcohol.

“Well thank you very much. That really means a lot to me coming from someone with a figure as spectacular as yours,” I accepted the compliment and sincerely returned it.

“Now you’re just being kind,” the stunning brunette responded as she refilled our glasses.

“I mean come on… I look like a cow,” she expressed her dissatisfaction; “look at these!” As she spoke she began to heft her breasts, like she’d done when she first arrived with the wine.

A powerful unseen force gripped me directly by the crotch, and the squeezing sensation caused my whole body to be enveloped in a warm tingle. I took a gulp of courage from my refilled glass. I had never been much of a drinker—a cheap date, as my husband always says—so a glass and a half of wine was enough to bring me to the verge of intoxication. My inhibitions were fading. Without any conscious effort I was beginning to enjoy the rare feelings of sexual arousal instead of fighting and denying them.

“Most women would kill for, or at least pay a lot of money to have your bust,” I comforted my companion.

“I know they do it for men. Men really like them… but don’t you think that they’re too big?”

Samantha had been looking down at her chest as she was lifting and sort of wiggling her melons through the gown. She raised her eyes and looked directly at me when she posed the question. The dark brown pools were sending that piercing, probing, mind reading signal. Previously I’d been afraid she’d actually be able to glean what I was thinking; but now I hoped that she would.

Her türbanlı escort fingers made deep impressions in the pliable fullness of her tits and—God forgive me—I wished that they were my hands. The thin blue robe was pulled tight over the front of her boobs with her hands underneath and lifting. It was easy to see the pea sized bump straining at the cloth. I wondered if it was coincidental or deliberate that her manicured rosy peach painted thumb nail was resting up against her tumid nipple.

I thought I should say something, I mean she had asked me a question, but not only could I not think clearly I was also feeling short of breath. Seconds were ticking by in silence. I tried to maintain eye contact but I couldn’t stop myself from glancing down at my hostess’ breasts.

Raising my stare to her face again, her expression had changed. The searching, entreating look had become one of resolve—as though she’d found what she looking for. Her pouty kissable looking lips bore that Cheshire Cat grin, like the one she’d worn when I’d gaped at her massaging her tits the first time.

It seemed like slow motion. Samantha slid forward off the chair to her knees. In the process she slipped the knot out of her sash.

My heart and my pussy were pounding, my head was spinning and the whole scene seemed surreal as she pulled the gown apart and knelt right in front of me essentially naked. Any capability for rational thought evaporated at the sight of my companions magnificent breasts.

“Feel them and see if you think they’re too big,” she sighed.

I heard the words but I just couldn’t believe it.

It was like being in another dimension, a rift between two universes. Behind was a dark place. I could almost hear my mother and teachers calling out how sex between two women was wrong—immoral. Ahead was a bright light that seemed to radiate warmth and love. The voices from behind were getting fainter as I moved forward toward the light.

The warm feeling in my hand was Samantha’s breast. Not waiting for me to crossover she’d taken the initiative and put my hands on her tits. Instinctively I captured her long semi-erect nipples and began tugging and twisting.

She’d referred to herself as a cow and the way I was manipulating her was remarkably similar to milking. The guttural sounds she made were very evidently from pleasure.

Her hands were on my bare knees and sliding upward pushing my skirt up ahead of them. I looked down just as the hem was raised high enough to reveal the crotch of my sensible cotton briefs. I almost expected to see steam rising; my pussy felt so hot. I did catch a waft of the delicate fragrance I recognized as my own arousal.

The kneeling woman lowered her face to my crotch and began gently kissing and licking my inner thighs. Bent forward as she was, took her boobs out of range so I let myself sag against the backrest of the sofa. My eyes were closed but I still felt bathed in bright light and heat.

I could not believe how sensual Samantha’s sucking kisses and licks were, and she hadn’t even reached my vulva. I was already more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

When her face pressed into the fleshy bulge of my mons through the cotton cover my constant moan became a groan. I felt her hot breath through my panties and her lips or her tongue moving over my swollen lips. I knew that the pressure and the movement of her face would have broken the containment and that my plentiful vagina fluids would now be soaking through.

I let out a deep sigh that turned into a wail as she pulled the crotch gusset aside and began to explore my outer folds with her tongue. I couldn’t say exactly what she was doing, just that I’d never felt anything like it before.

Todd and I had oral sex and he had applied his mouth to my vulva many times but I usually didn’t seem to get much out of it. It was probably just my perception, but I always felt that he did it out of some misguided sense of fairness. He absolutely loves it when I give him head and it seemed to me that he did me thinking that I’d have to reciprocate—which I usually did but not for the reasons he thought.

There was barely a similarity between my husband’s half-hearted efforts and what the gorgeous busty brunette was doing to me. Her tongue licked and stroked, probed and flicked. Her lips sucked and caressed, in between pulling my labia out and I would have believed that she was gently chewing on it. Although I felt myself loosing control of my pelvis—it was moving and jerking all on its own—I tried to hold back. The stimulation was so varied that it seemed every second was different and I wanted it to go on forever and never end.

I was, and am, no anatomy buff but I knew that the hot pressure in my lower belly was coming from my uterus. When Samantha’s tongue began to tease the firm nubbin at the top of my crease I knew that I would not be able to resist against the direct stimulation of my clitoris.

I exploded in a blinding flash of light and heat that was more powerful than anything I could ever have imagined. The sheer ecstasy lasted ten seconds and then the somewhat familiar plunge into blissful serenity began. The wash of tranquility was tempered by the fact that Sam as still sucking gently on my upper labia.

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