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The steaming water hit my skin, rinsing away the sweat and the stress from the work-week. I’d started my Friday night workouts a year ago after breaking up with my girlfriend, and they’ve become a tradition. The gym’s quiet in the evenings, letting me take my time as I work myself to exhaustion, leaving me feeling light-headed and refreshed – and more than a little horny, too. Working my muscles always leaves me feeling like that, and I enjoy stretching it out before I head home to jerk off.

I lathered the soap across my body. The bench press had left my skin taught across my pecs, and my heart beat was hard and steady. I worked my way down, feeling of how fit I’d become over the past few months, soaping up my stomach, and down to my groin. The hot blood coursing through my system had left my cock swollen, and it hung down, sliding against my thigh as I lathered. I kept my arousal bottled up inside, enjoying the sensations of soap and water while holding off an erection.

The clang of a locker broke me from my reverie, and I jerked my hands back. Embarrassment swept through me, even though I hadn’t been doing anything. I turned towards the water, and started washing my arms — hoping that the hot water would hide the burning in my cheeks. Christ, what was wrong with me? I didn’t usually get this turned on after a work out, not to the point of fantasizing in a public shower. Hell, if I hadn’t heard the locker slam, whoever it was might have come in here and seen me jerking off-

My heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched. A mental image flashed – me, down on my knees in a state of rut, getting caught jerking off wildly with the hot water coursing over my body – goddamnit, get a hold of yourself, Dan! I’d been working too hard lately. The last time I’d even had time to jerk off was… Tuesday. Shit, no wonder I was so horny. I hadn’t even been laid since… what was her name? Carol? When I slipped my hand down her pants at the club and found that clit ring –

My thoughts slammed to a halt with an icy bolt in my chest as I noticed movement by the shower entrance. I steeled my features so that they wouldn’t give away my thoughts, but the guy who came in spared only a brief glance in my direction before going over to one of the showerheads on the opposite wall.

Wake up, Dan! You saw this guy earlier, the only other patron there, running on the treadmill; you shouldn’t have been surprised to hear him enter the shower. He was Asian, a bit shorter than me, with an athletic build; his muscles were slim, but defined. My thoughts drifted while I shampooed my hair. He’d been on that treadmill a long time, at least forty-five minutes. I remembered what I’d noticed at the time — it had struck me that he seemed to have no leg hair whatsoever. Maybe that was just because Asians don’t usually have much body hair, I’d thought. Wondering about this, I glanced back. But it wasn’t his ethnicity; his entire body was waxed smooth.

He was stood in silhouette, arms up lathering his hair, his body gleaming in the water — even from his belly button to the base of his cock, there was nothing but bare skin.

He glanced in my direction, and I turned away, maybe a bit too quickly. My movement sluiced a torrent of hot water down my chest, and over my genitals – my abdomen clenched and I had to suppress a groan of pleasure. I had to turn away – the water flowing down over my balls felt too good for me to concentrate on anything else. As I turned back I noticed him look away.

Was he gay? There was nothing in his gaze, but I felt as if a rising sexual tension in the room. Neither of us said anything, and I tried to focus on washing, but I caught him glancing over at me a couple more times – and I caught myself glancing over at him.

Oh what the hell, I decided. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but how thick my cock felt, and the ache in my balls. If he is gay, let him enjoy the show – at least then I won’ be the only one who’s sexually frustrated. I turned around so that I was facing him dead on, and leaned my head back into the stream, closing my eyes and rinsing the soap from my hair, exposing myself for his eyes. A warmth was rising in my chest, and rivulets of water ran down my stomach, down my cock, dripping from the end. As I shifted position my cock rubbed against my balls, my balls against my legs, and my ass cheeks against each other. My groin felt felt hot and relaxed, and I knew my cock was hanging as long and thick as it could get without being hard. After taking longer than necessary, I turned back around again. I was breathing heavily, and desperately wanted somebody to suck me off.

You’re being an idiot, I told myself; but my heart was still beating hard. If the guy’s straight, he’ll think you’re some sort of weirdo; and if he’s gay then you’re getting yourself into a situation you don’t want to be in. But my arrousal wouldn’t go away.

I glanced back again, and what I saw made me freeze — he was bent over, washing his calves, with everything on display.

The seks hikayeleri tan-coloured globes of his ass were firm, but too small to offer any modesty. They were stretched open, and his asshole was completely exposed; the skin around it was darker, and the rime was soft and relaxed, as if it were ready to open. From there to his balls the skin was lighter, smooth and shiny, rising up to the dark skin of his nutsack — as hairless as the rest of him — and down below them his cock, not as dark as his balls but darker than his legs, swinging with the movement of his arms. Shaking back and forth, pressing into his leg – it looked half stiff already — what would it look like when he was completely hard? He shifted from cleaning one leg to the other, and for a half second his asshole tensed — then relaxed. If my cock was buried in there, getting squeezed by him…

Oh shit! I turned around, and started rinsing the last of the soap off of me. The image had uncorked the bottle of my lust, and my cock was stiffening. Even now, I could feel it thickening and rising, it was already horizontal. The tip screamed in pleasure with every drop of water that hit it, and wouldn’t be ignored. I rinsed the last of the soap off, and rushed out to dry myself off, doing the best I could to hide my cock.

I need to get out of here.

I decided to head to the sauna, to try and relax. I wasn’t usually attracted to guys, and I don’t know why I was reacting so strongly. Wait a minute — ‘usually’? Okay, so I’m never attracted to guys, but something about the… the sheer lewdness of his display had got to me. The way he’d been completely exposed and open – like a woman lying on her back, knees up, ass cheeks pulled apart-

Stop it.

I got a hold of myself, and finally started to calm down. I pushed open the door of the sauna, still in my towel, and stepped into the dim interior. The humidity condensed on my skin and filled my lungs as I closed the door. When my eyes finally adjusted my jaw dropped; what I saw was just too much to handle.

Sitting across from the door was a woman, leaning back with her arms up on the seat back, and her head resting against the wall. Like me she was wearing nothing but a towel – and like me, it was wrapped around her waist.

Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back, still wet from her shower, framing a heart shaped face. Her chest rose and fell slowly, covered with perspiration, and flushed from the heat. Her towel had fallen open on her left hip, and the curve of her waist showed that she was wearing nothing underneath. But my eyes were locked on her nipples – dark pink, they still stood erect from her earlier exertions. Her aureoles were distinct, halos of tiny bumps. Underneath my towel my cock was stiffening, getting harder with each heart beat, rubbing against the rough pile of the towel. My lust came back threefold; it had turned into a nervous energy bouncing around my chest.

A bead of sweat dislodged from her chin. It landed on her chest, flowing down between her breasts, over her stomach, and down under her towel. My throat clenched with a sharp intake of breath.

She groaned and started to open her eyes, a half-smile on her face. Then she noticed me and her eyes shot all the way open. “Oh!”

She crossed her arms over her breasts, and I tore my gaze away, “Sorr-“

“-orry!” We stuttered out apologies.

A moment passed, then I looked back up at her — at her face this time. The sky blue eyes were shocked, but they sparkled with intelligence. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to be staring like that. I just didn’t expect to see anyone, uh… else in here at this hour.”

“No, that’s okay,” she said, gesturing with one arm while the other stayed covering her breasts, “I didn’t think anyone else was in here, or else I wouldn’t have undone my towel – you’re not offended, are you?”

I shrugged, and stepped over to the bench on my right, trying to sit down casually though I was feeling anything but. “I don’t see how it’d be my place to be offended. I mean, legally you’re in the right – you can wear a shirt, or not – but I shouldn’t have been staring.” Her breasts were pressed together under her arm. I wondered if her sweat was pooling between them.

She smirked, and wrinkled her nose. “Maybe if I was outside, yeah, but I’m more worried about what the Gym’ll think. Glad you aren’t funny.” She looked nervous for a second, but her eyes were alive with light. “I guess I should pull my towel back up…”

“You don’t have to – I mean,” I smiled sheepishly. “I’m not some meat-head. If you’re comfortable that way, go ahead.”

She studied me for a moment, then bit her lip, and glanced to her left. “Was there anyone else in the change room?”

“Oh, jeez – I didn’t think of that,” I tried not to let the disappointment show in my face. Under the towel my cock was softening. “Yeah, there was an Asian guy in the shower with me.”

“But there wasn’t anyone else?” Her arm was just lightly caressing sex hikayeleri her breast, hardly covering it.

“Uh, no.”

“Oh, that’s fine then,” she glanced towards the door briefly, then grinned wickedly. “You’ll be a gentleman?”

Her blase attitude about the other guy had made me lose interest. Whatever their relationship was, it would probably stall anything happening between her and I. I held my hands up in mock defence, “I’m just here for the steam,” At least I’ll get to enjoy the view, I thought, as I leaned back on my bench.

Hesitantly at first, but with a devilish look in her eyes, she moved her arm and eased back into her earlier repose. I stared into the steam, intensely aware that her nipples were pointing straight up.

“So is he your boyfriend?”

“Who? Sam?” She held her head up, and grinned at me. “Hah! No, I met him through the University’s Swim Team; we’re work out partners.”

Did that mean he was..?

Just then the door opened and in stepped the Asian guy – Sam. I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Hey,” said the blonde, curling her toes.

“Well,” he considered us for a moment, “You two look comfortable.”

“Oh, sit down! This is – wait a minute, what’s your name?”

“I’m Dan,” I leaned forward to shake her hand. She had to lean to her left, dislodging her towel a bit more. I don’t think she noticed my glance.

“I’m Lana. And this is Sam.”

“We met.” A smile played across his face as he delicately shook my hand. A tingle went through me. As I sat down the back of my towel bunched up, leaving my ass and balls sitting naked on the bench. A jet of steam shot up between the planks, and my cock started to harden again. I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees to hide it.

Sam went to the bench next to the door and slumped down with a sigh, stretching his legs out straight.

“Good run?”

“It’s not my fault! If you’d told me you wanted go swimming earlier I wouldn’t ‘ve had such a big dinner!” They were smiling at each other as if it were some sort of inside joke. The humour was contagious, even if I didn’t know what it was about. I stole a glance at Lana’s nipples – they looked to have softened with Sam’s arrival. Compared to her pink, his were dark brown, on golden skin.

“Hey, Dan -” Sam looked at me, the smile still on his face. “You saw me in the shower, right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well!” he looked at Lana, “I’m going to get comfortable then.” With that he pulled whipped his towel off, and lay it on the bench beside him.

“Sam!” shouted Lana, leaning forward, unaware that she was squeezing her breasts together as she did so. Sam just settled back, and spread his legs apart and stretching them. His cock was dangled naked on the bench, just like mine.

“What, you don’t have to wear a towel, but I do?”

“I just took the top off!”

“Honey, he already saw me in the shower. Besides, you don’t mind, Dan, do you?”

I looked at Lana, “You guys usually get naked together.”

She shrugged, and glanced down. “It’s the best way to relax. Besides I don’t have to worry about Sam,” she grinned at him, “He’s all about the cock ‘n balls!”

“Hag,”

I felt the heat rising in me. “I hope I’m not holding you guys back…”

Sam shrugged, “As long as you don’t hold me back…”

“Don’t be catty, Sam. No, you’re alright, Dan.”

Sam tilted his head and looked at me, “Yeah, he’s is. I thought I’d scared him away at first.”

Lana’s eyes shot towards me. “What did he do?”

“He, uh -” Sam still had the half smile on his face. “He kind of bent over while we were in the shower together.”

“Bent over? How?”

“Well, he – why don’t you show her?”

“What? No! I’m trying to relax!”

“C’mon, Sam! Don’t be chicken!”

Sam bit his lip, and glanced at me. I smiled, “Go ahead.”

“…okay,” he stood up, and looked sheepish for a moment. His smooth, naked form was shiny with sweat, and his balls were tight to his body. “I was washing my legs,” he said to Lana, then turned around so he was facing the door. “Like this,” he bent over and and touched his left toes, with his legs apart, spreading his ass cheeks open. I stared openly this time, I was too horny to feel inhibited. Every curve on him was glistening in the humidity, and I saw the muscles under his balls tense, pulling them tight as his hands reached the floor. Lana stared silently, mouth agape. After a moment Sam bounced up, then touched his toes to his right foot, clenching his asshole as he did so.

“Oh my god!” said Lana, turning her gaze on me. “Did you like it?”

My cock was rock hard now, hot and heavy where it pressed against my leg. “Yeah,” I glanced at her before looking back at Sam. My breaths were coming fast now. I was so horny I could feel it in my chest. “How could I not? Look at him – his ass is spread open, and his balls are completely showing. Nothing’s showing. It’s just so…”

“So horny,” there was a hoarse erotik hikayeler element to her voice when she spoke.

“Can I get up now?”

Lana glanced at me. I stared at him for another couple seconds before replying. His curves and recesses were shadowed and tempting. “Go ahead.”

Sam stood up and started turning. “Look what you guys did to me…” As he came around to face us, his stiff cock came into view. He rubbed one hand over his abdomen, and his muscles spasmed.

“Ohh…” groaned Lana, glancing from his cock to where mine was under the towel.

“So are you guys going to take the towels off?” Sam sat down awkwardly, and tried to smile, but it was ruined by the lust was written across his face. His eyes ran up and down my body, and he didn’t tried to hide his erection.

Lana looked very shy all of a sudden. I waited for her to answer to. She glanced at me then looked down. “I will if you will,” she said quietly.

The knot of lust in my stomach was too much to ignore. I gripped the towel’s knot on my waist. The movement dislodged my cock from where it was caught against my thigh, and it slid up hitting the towel. A jolt of pleasure shot all the way down to my asshole. Gripping the towel, I pulled it out from behind me, then lifted it off. They both stared – my cock stood fully at attention, bobbing in time to my heart beat.

Without saying a word, Lana tore off her towel. She went to lift her left leg up onto the bench, then doubled over in a nervous giggle. “This is so fucking hot.”

“Yeah,” agreed Sam. Precum was collecting at the tip of his cock. I felt mine pulse in response.

I tore my eyes away from him. “Let me see your pussy, Lana.” Her eyes were on fire, but her face looked nervous. Moving like a young virgin, she leaned into the corner next to her, and threw her left leg up on the bench. Her pussy was completely bare, swollen, and glistening. Her dark inner lips peeked out at me. I could just make out her asshole in the shadows beneath. She cupped her left breast then, staring into my eyes, reached down and pulled her lips open for me.

“Oh-” the sight sent a shudder through my cock, and I saw Sam lick his lips.

“Lana,” he said, “Why don’t you tell him about that fantasy of yours?”

Her ring and index fingers held her pussy open, while she used her middle to stroke up and down on her clit. She was breathing in gasps now. “I’ve wanted – I’ve always wanted – to see – Oh! – to see two guys together.”

Sam’s hand was squeezing his balls, and a rivulet of precum ran down his cock. I knew how he felt – I wanted to jerk my throbbing cock, but was afraid I’d blow instantly if I did. My body was trembling with excitement. I looked at Sam and he read my glance. He got up – shyly – and moved over to sit next to me.

“You’ve never been with a guy before?”

“No,” I said, then grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him. His lips were soft, like a girl’s.

This kiss broke off and I looked back towards Lana. Her hand was rubbing furiously back and forth across her clitoris now, as she squeezed her breast. She breathed in little moaning pants, and her eyes were half-lidded in lust. “Keep going,” she said.

My hands were buried in Sam’s short, soft hair. He touched my cock and I jerked, “Do that again,” he ran his finger from the base of my nuts, up to the tip of my cock, making me shiver. He wiped my precum off the tip, then stuck his finger in his mouth. I heard Lana moan. I kissed him savagely, tasting myself on his tongue, then pulled back and guided his head down to my lap.

The warmth of his mouth embraced my cock, making my head jerk back in pleasure. “Oh!” exclaimed Lana, jumping up and sliding over for a better look. Sam’s head was bobbing up and down smoothly on my cock, over the swollen head. Lana’s eyes were wide, and her hand was clenched over her pussy like it was going to explode. I rubbed my hand down Sam’s back, feeling how smooth and slick he was. I rounded the curve of his ass, squeezed his cheeks, and stroked gently against his asshole. I heard him moan, with my cock still buried in his mouth, so I kept stroking him there, feeling the soft skin loosen.

“Oh my god. You’re touching him, aren’t you? Oh, play with his asshole! Are you fingering him?”

Sam shifted , lifting one foot onto the bench. I felt his asshole widen, and push out against my finger. “I am now,” I slid my middle finger in, and was rewarded with a high-pitched whine from my crotch. Working slowly I pushed in and out, lubricating him with the sweat and humidity until I was in to the second knuckle. His ass was hot and tight, and I felt him squeeze me. I started finger fucking him, going faster as he loosened, and his bobbing sped up in return.

“Oh, suck his cock Sam! Yeah, he’s finger-fucking you and I’m watching. Mmm, does he taste good Sam? Does he?” Suddenly she leaned back, scooted her butt forward, and lifted both feet up onto the bench. She looked at me lustfully with her pink little asshole completely revealed. “I’m going to play with my ass while you play with his.” I could do nothing but stare as she pulled her cheeks even further apart with her left hand, then reached down and started tapping on her asshole with her right. “Oh!” she exclaimed, her back arching every few seconds.

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All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older.

* * *

Christy leaned forward to give him a better view. Boxes of Girl Scout cookies were stacked to either side of her, perfectly framing her oversized breasts as they strained against the last button on her tight top and threatened to burst free.

The twenty-something shopper in front of her was nearly cross-eyed as he fumbled in his wallet for a twenty. “I’ll take two, please.”

With a knowing smile, she squeezed her arms together and pushed her big tits toward him. “I don’t have any change. Is there any way I could convince you to grab some more?”

He licked his dry lips as he dumbly nodded his agreement, his eyes still locked on her spectacular rack.

“You’re such a sweetie,” she said, giving him an unrestricted peek down her top as she bent to grab five boxes of cookies from the case by her feet.

The three men waiting in line behind him jostled for position as they craned their necks, straining to get a better view.

“Excuse me,” a voice said frostily from the adjoining table, “but we’re selling cookies, too.”

Wendy scowled at the men as they averted their eyes and shuffled their feet, pretending they hadn’t heard her. All of them were far more interested in Christy’s cookies than the ones she was selling.

Wendy’s daughter was beside her and she pulled her close and gave her a reassuring hug. At ten years old, Emma was too young to understand why the table beside them was almost sold out of cookies while she’d barely managed to move more than a handful of boxes.

She’d been standing there for hours, greeting every potential customer that passed with a sales pitch she’d practiced all spring. Christy’s daughter had spent the same amount of time slumped against the wall, listening to music as her mom worked her table for her. And her sales pitch was definitely working.

Empty cardboard cases were stacked around them. In four hours they’d already sold twice as many cookies as Wendy and her daughter had in an entire week.

Wendy glared at Christy as she leaned forward, showing off her boobs for her next customer. It was bad enough she was doing the work her daughter should have been doing, but the way she was doing it, flashing her tits at every guy that walked by, well, that really frosted Wendy’s cookies.

As specified in the Girl Scout handbook, she was dressed in a neat navy-blue outfit with the official scarf tied around her neck. Christy, on the other hand, was wearing stiletto heels, a mini skirt and a barely-buttoned blouse. Her customer obviously approved, shamelessly eye-humping her huge tits as Christy bent forward to retrieve five more boxes from beneath her table.

Wendy’s scowl deepened. She was the exact same age as Christy, thirty-eight. The kid on the other side of the table couldn’t have been half of that. He was young enough to be her son and the sight of Christy showing off her tits for him while she unashamedly eyed the prominent bulge in the front of his pants filled Wendy with a feeling of…well, she wasn’t sure what.

She tugged at her scarf and struggled with the top button on her shirt, the collar suddenly seeming very tight. Beside her, Christy was bent over the table, smiling and chatting with the young guy standing opposite as her eyes swiveled back and forth from his face to his obvious erection. He was openly staring at her tits and she hooked her painted fingernail inside the fabric of her blouse, pulling it to one side to give him a better view.

His face flushed as he caught a glimpse of a nipple. She laughed and said something. He nodded and she passed him a pen. As he wrote his phone number on a scrap of paper, Christy’s eyes never left his hard-on.

He walked away with five boxes of cookies and Christy tucked his number in her purse, right beside a half-dozen others she’d already collected that day. Her daughter, still slumped against the wall and listening to music, was oblivious to it all.

Wendy finally worked the top button on her shirt loose, tearing her collar open as she swallowed a huge gulp of fresh air, not sure why the day suddenly seemed so stifling.

She’d been so distracted by Christy’s antics she hadn’t noticed Emma had also reeled in a customer, an elderly woman who was busy counting out four dollars in change. She said she’d also been a Girl Scout when she was young and complimented Emma on her tidy uniform while casting an unapproving gaze in Christy’s direction.

Emma politely thanked her and handed her a box of cookies. As the old woman wandered away, Wendy collapsed into a chair behind her daughter.

“Are you okay, Mom?”

She nodded. “I’m fine. I think I’ve just been on my feet too long. We should start thinking about packing up and getting something to eat.”

Emma stared at the table beside her, their remaining boxes of cookies a fraction of the number still stacked high across her own table. “But I haven’t seks hikayeleri sold enough yet.”

Wendy’s heart ached as she caught her daughter glancing at Christy’s daughter’s uniform. She knew which badge she was enviously eyeing: Top Cookie Seller.

Christy’s daughter – or, to be more precise, Christy’s tits – had won the award three years in a row. The badge was one of the few Emma still needed and it was looking more and more like it was about to elude her for a fourth straight year.

In addition to the boxes stacked above and below their table, Wendy’s minivan was loaded with cases of unsold cookies. She’d ordered them hoping this might finally be the year they’d beat Christy, but realized now how foolish she’d been to even dream such a feat was possible.

Christy turned toward her, a smile at the corner of her mouth as she buttoned her top up. “Looks like we’re almost all sold out, unless you want to give us some of your cookies to sell?”

“Not a chance,” Wendy blurted out, before her daughter could say a word otherwise. “We need all of our boxes.”

Christy arched an eyebrow. “You do remember that the cutoff for sales is tomorrow morning, right?”

“That isn’t a problem,” Wendy said. “We still have lots of time.” She ignored the questioning look Emma gave her, refusing to admit defeat.

Christy tilted her head and stared at the unopened cases piled under the table. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

She turned and kicked her daughter’s foot to get her attention, telling her it was time to go. Then she glanced back. “Oh, don’t forget about the party tonight. I’ve told everyone to be there by seven.”

“We might be a little late,” Wendy said. “We want to stay out as long as we can, but don’t worry, we’ll be there.”

Christy winced. “I almost forgot to tell you, Hank invited Bruce. He’s bringing Janice.”

Wendy stiffened. Hank was Christy’s husband. Every year they threw a huge pool party at their house for all of the local Girl Scouts, volunteers and parents. Bruce was Wendy’s husband or, to be more precise, her ex-husband. And Janice was the reason for that ex.

She was in her early twenties and an aspiring realtor and Wendy’s husband, with fifteen years in the industry, had offered to bring her along to a few open houses to show her the ropes. Apparently, that wasn’t all he’d shown her.

The affair had lasted six months before Wendy found out and their divorce had followed shortly after. She got Emma and the house. He got a new Mercedes and a wife half his age.

“You’re still welcome to come if you want to,” Christy said. “I just wanted to give you a heads up so it wouldn’t be…you know…weird.”

Wendy forced a smile. “Actually, now that I think about it maybe it would be better if I just drop Emma off and skip the party. That way I can stay out and keep selling cookies. We’ve still got a lot to get rid of.”

“I can see that,” Christy said, as she cast a skeptical eye toward the stacks of unsold boxes. “Like I said, good luck.”

* * *

Wendy shut the door, dropped her keys on the table and slumped against the wall. She was exhausted. They’d spent four more hours at the mall and had moved most of the cookies at their table – business had unsurprisingly picked up as soon as Christy left – but Wendy’s minivan was still nearly full.

Emma had wanted to stay out, had wanted to try to sell them all, but Wendy knew there was zero hope of that happening. She’d simply ordered too many cookies. But she knew they’d still done well; they’d sold more boxes than any other year and she was proud of her daughter.

She’d dropped Emma off at the party and made her excuses for why she couldn’t stay, not the least of which was because she wanted to be gone before her ex-husband showed up with his new car and new wife.

Now she was home, alone, with twenty cases of unsold cookies to keep her company. She hadn’t been good enough to keep her husband. She hadn’t even been good enough to beat Christy. She knew life wasn’t a contest, but sometimes it sure felt like she was losing.

She walked into her bedroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She was only thirty-eight, but felt years older. She pulled off the unflattering navy blue outfit and arched her back as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were nowhere near as big as Christy’s but she was sure they were bigger than Janice’s, maybe not as perfect or perky, but definitely bigger.

Wendy sighed as she looked into the mirror. She actually wasn’t in bad shape. When her husband seemed to be losing interest in sex she’d joined a fitness club, hoping a few less pounds might reignite his enthusiasm.

It wasn’t until later she realized he hadn’t lost interest in sex, he’d just lost interest in sex with her. She’d kept going to the fitness club, even after the divorce, letting the workout ease her pain, and the hours spent there had definitely paid off. She was in better shape than she’d been in sex hikayeleri years. She just didn’t feel sexy.

She pushed her dark, shoulder-length hair up and turned back and forth, inspecting herself in the mirror, wondering if she could ever wear an outfit like Christy had worn today.

Wendy shook her head and let her hair fall, surprised the thought had even occurred to her. Even if she had any desire to dress like that, nothing in her wardrobe was in any way comparable to Christy’s outfit. Then she remembered the costume.

She dropped to her knees and pulled a cardboard box out from beneath the bed. The revealing outfit inside had arrived unexpectedly when she was still married. She’d naively thought her husband had ordered it to spice up their love life and had been mortified when she couldn’t even squeeze into it.

It wasn’t until she saw the look of guilt on his face that she realized he hadn’t ordered it for her. In fact, the only reason it had arrived at their house instead of his office was because he’d clicked the wrong shipping address. It hadn’t fit her then, would it fit her now?

She laid the outfit on the bed: white crop top, green vest with yellow trim, matching pleated skirt, sash and hat. It was definitely a Girl Scout costume, but looked more suited for stripping than selling cookies.

Wendy smirked as she gazed at the skimpy ensemble, wondering how many boxes Christy could have sold if she’d had this outfit on. Then Wendy picked up the sash and turned toward the mirror with the thin ribbon draped across her breasts, wondering how many boxes of cookies she could have sold.

She shook her head and threw the sash back on the bed, chewing on a fingernail as she stared at the dangerous outfit. Minutes later she had it on. She swiveled back and forth, staring at herself in the mirror, amazed that the revealing costume now fit. She definitely would have sold a lot more cookies if she’d been wearing this.

The crop top tied together in the front and was knotted just below her breasts, pushing them up and out invitingly. Wendy squeezed them together, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t have Christy’s cantaloupes, but they were definitely a handful.

She ran her hand across her bare midriff and twisted around to check out her ass. But when she caught a glimpse of her granny panties peeking out from beneath the small skirt she winced.

She hurried to her dresser and dug through the drawer until she found what she was looking for: a tiny pair of silky white panties and matching, thigh-high stockings. She pulled them on and raced to her closet to grab her white high heels. Then she turned back to the mirror and caught her breath; in this outfit, no one was going to be looking at her merit badges.

Wendy’s shoulders slumped. She took the hat off and tossed the sash on the bed. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t go anywhere dressed like this. Christy’s outfit had crossed the line, but the racy costume Wendy was wearing was so far out of bounds it wasn’t funny. The Girl Scout council would kick her out if they even saw her near a box of cookies.

She spun around one last time. It’s a shame, she thought, as she admired her reflection, having something like this and no one to show it off to.

But then she thought of Jason. He was a new sales rep at her work. Young. Cute. She’d driven him home after the company Christmas party and he’d invited her in for eggnog. She’d said no. She had to pick up her daughter.

She’d wondered if he’d really been offering more than a friendly drink ever since. She knew where his house was. She could drive by and see if he wanted to buy some cookies, see what he thought of her outfit. And if she’d read the situation wrong she could just laugh it off, tell him she’d worn the costume on a dare.

She took a deep breath and snatched the hat and sash back off the bed. That’s what it was, a dare.

* * *

The minivan crawled down the dimly-lit street. Wendy swore as she peered through the windshield. The houses all seemed the same in the dark. She wasn’t sure which one was Jason’s, or if she was even on the right block.

She pulled the minivan over and got out; teetering in her high heels as she headed down the street on foot and tried to remember which house was his. She crossed her arms over her breasts and wished she had a coat, something to hide the revealing costume she had on, knowing if she knocked on the wrong door she’d die of embarrassment.

She swore again. This was hopeless. There’d been a foot of snow at Christmas, everything had looked different then. She didn’t know Jason’s address. She didn’t know his phone number. She didn’t even know if he’d be interested.

But as she walked past one house she noticed someone standing at the front window, hands cupped against the glass as he peered outside. He spotted her and waved.

Wendy looked over her shoulder, thinking he had to be waving at someone else. Then the erotik hikayeler front door opened and he came outside, hurrying down the steps as loud music poured from the doorway behind him.

“Oh man, you have no idea how glad I am to see you,” he said. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.”

“Pardon me?”

He was right in front of her now, tall and skinny, no older than eighteen. “You’re an hour late. I thought you’d bailed.”

She blinked in surprise. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“Huh? You’re Misty Showers, right?”

“Uh, no, I’m Wendy,” she said, trying to tug her skirt lower to hide her exposed skin.

A second man appeared on the porch, only a few years older than the first. He did a double take when he spotted Wendy. “Is she the stripper you ordered?”

“No, she’s just some lady who was walking by,” the skinny kid said.

His friend came down the steps, his eyes narrowed on Wendy’s costume. She crossed her arm over her breasts and kept trying to tug down her skirt which now seemed way, way too short.

“You’re kidding me,” he said. “You’re not a stripper?”

Wendy nervously bit her lower lip and shook her head.

“Then why the hell are you dressed like that?”

Not sure how to answer, Wendy said, “I’m, uh, selling cookies.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “In that?! Aren’t you a little old to be a Girl Scout?”

Wendy’s cheeks went crimson. She could feel their eyes on her breasts, between her legs, despite her best efforts to cover up. “I’m selling them for my daughter. I was hoping to drop some off for a friend who lives near here but – “

He’d already lost interest in her story and had turned back to the skinny kid. “What the hell is going on, James? Where is the stripper you were supposed to get?!”

“I don’t know. I – ” James’ phone beeped. He yanked it out of his back pocket and scanned the text. “Fuck, now she says she can’t make it! Oh man, this is bad, Zac.”

Zac sighed. “Don’t let it get you down, dude, strippers aren’t exactly known for their reliability.”

“But it was my job to find one and I blew it,” James said. “What are we going to do now?”

“I have no idea, but this party is going downhill fast.”

“Party?” Wendy said.

Zac stared at her like he’d forgotten she was there. “Yeah, his brother is getting married. This is supposed to be his stag.”

Wendy stared over his shoulder toward the open doorway, where loud music was still blaring out. “Do you think anyone will want to buy some cookies?”

* * *

They headed downstairs with Zac in the lead and James behind him. As soon as Wendy’s high heels and white stockings came into view, a whoop went up from the crowd assembled in the room.

There was a score of guys in their early twenties gathered around a pool table, pounding beer and shots. As they craned their necks, trying to get a better look at Wendy, Zac stepped forward and held his hands up.

He said, “Calm down, this isn’t what you think. She’s not the stripper.”

“I should fuckin hope not,” a voice slurred from the crowd. “She’s old enough to be my mom!”

Zac glared in the direction where the voice had come from. “You wish your mom looked this good, Miller. In fact, we all do.” A roar of laughter echoed around the rec room. “This is Wendy. She’s selling Girl Scout cookies for her kid and I told her I’d see if anyone was interested.”

“Are you kiddin me?” A stocky guy that had to be Miller pushed his way to the front of the crowd, obviously drunk. “Cookies? This is supposed to be a fuckin stag. Let’s go down to Vixens and see some pussy!”

As a murmur of agreement rose around him, Zac said, “You know we can’t go to a strip club. James is only eighteen. They won’t let him in.”

“Then we leave him behind,” Miller growled.

“Are you kidding? We can’t go without him, he’s the best man. We all agreed we were fine with having the stag here.”

“Yeah, but that was before we found out there wasn’t gonna be any peelers,” Miller said. “That’s what happens when ya put a fuckin kid in charge.”

As James wilted beside him, Zac said, “It’s not his fault the stripper he hired backed out at the last second. We don’t need her. We can still make this a stag to remember.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Miller said, as he shouldered past him and headed up the stairs. “If you need to find us, we’ll be at Vixens.”

A slew of partygoers followed him, mumbling apologies to Zac as he pleaded with them not to leave. But it was to no avail. When the front door slammed there were only six left, not counting Wendy.

She said, “Sorry about your party. I guess I’d better go.”

“Wait,” Zac said, “don’t leave yet.” He called out, “Isn’t anyone going to buy some of her cookies? She’s trying to help her kid.”

The few remaining partygoers looked away or shook their heads, but one stepped forward. “I’ll buy some. I love those things.”

“Thanks, Randy. I appreciate it.” Zac introduced him to Wendy and then stepped away to talk to the others that had stayed.

Randy was in his early twenties, tall and lean with short, spiky blond hair and wearing a suit with no tie. He pulled his wallet out and gave Wendy a disarming smile. “How much are they?”

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It had been a really rough day at work. Between the asshole customers and the equally jackass boss, I was ready to have a drink and forget the whole day.

Several of the guys from my department had decided to get together for a drink and unwind. We arrived around 6:30 pm and sat down at the bar to order a drink. We were talking about the days events and generally griping about what an asshole we worked for when I looked up to see two of the women from work walk in.

I nudged Mike and pointed out that Amanda and Jenny were there. These women were so beautiful they were enough to make the most faithful of men stray. Amanda had shoulder length blonde hair and an ass to die for. Her breasts were average size but were remarkably perky for a woman of 45. Jenny was the younger of the two at 28. She had brunette hair that flowed down her back. Her breasts were quite large, I would guess about a 38D cup. Jenny had a nice ass as well and a walk that was very deliberate. This made her doubly sexy.

Mike told Barry to go over and invite them to join us for a drink. Barry was the most suave of all of us and women usually thought he was adorable.

Barry sauntered over to them and asked, “What are you lovely ladies doing here tonight?” “Probably the same thing you are.” Amanda answered. She was the bolder of the two. “Well why don’t we get a table so you two ladies can join us and we’ll just see what were all here for.” Barry asked. He prided himself on being a ladies man even if it were only in his mind.

We each pulled up a chair around a table and ordered another round of drinks. “Well we sure didn’t expect to see the two of you here tonight, we were just here to bitch a little.” I explained. “Well I guess we can all get drunk bodrum escort bayan and bitch a lot” Jenny answered.

Barry was being his normal self, cutting jokes and making himself out to be the fool. As usual Amanda and Jenny were laughing and going along. I often thought that they both would jump his bones if he really gave it a shot. There was not one of us, neither John, Dan, Mike or myself that had half the balls Barry did considering all of us, except Barry were married.

As the night went on the more the drinks flowed and the dirtier the conversation became. Amanda was making jokes about sucking cock and Jenny was going right along with her. I had drunk just enough alcohol that I was now beginning to get a little bolder myself. “Would you like to dance Amanda?” I asked. “Sure honey, anything for a cutie like you.” She responded. We were on the dance floor swaying to a slow dance and I began to rub her back. I worked my way to her beautiful round ass that for so long I had fantasized about. To my surprise Amanda didn’t offer any resistance.

The music ended and we went back to the table. It was obvious that Jenny had quite a bit to drink because when I took my seat I could see Barry had slid his hand under her dress and was rubbing her pussy. She was making little whimpering sounds and rolling her head back. Amanda just looked at her and said, “girl what is wrong with you?” When she didn’t get a response she decided to see for herself. Amanda crawled under the table to see Barry’s hand rubbing her pussy with tender ministrations. “Oh you little slut!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe you didn’t share.” This was what Dan had hoped to hear. He was getting more than excited watching the show. He moved closer mumcular escort to Amanda and began rubbing her pussy. “That’s a good boy.” Amanda said. “This is what I have needed all day.” “Well if you think this is good, what do you say we all go to my apartment and get really comfortable?” Barry asked. “Sounds like a great idea to me.” Amanda said. Jenny agreed without hesitation.

I was not sure about this since it was getting so late and I was after all married. I belted down two shots and mustered up enough courage to join my friends. We paid the tab and headed off for Barry’s apartment.

When we got there the women seemed to turn into wild animals. They began taking off their clothes and demanding that we remove ours as well. This was the first time any off us had ever seen these gorgeous women naked and it was everything that we had ever imagined. Amanda and Jenny both went over to the bed and lay down. “What would you boys like to see?” asked Amanda. “From the looks of those hard dicks, I think they might like to see us lick each others pussies.” Injected Jenny. She crawled over to Amanda like a cat and began to lick her pussy gently. This was one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. This went on for about five minutes making all of us guys so horny we couldn’t wait any longer.

Barry was the first to join them on the bed. He got next to Amanda and began sucking her breasts. John was the next to jump in the fun as he started to lick Jenny’s pussy. After a few minutes Barry had both women get on all fours. Dan had just been sitting back watching the action all night, so when he got his chance, he moved in behind Jenny. He stuck his dick in her pussy with such force she gasped bodrum sınırsız escort and let out a scream. I got in front of her and put my cock in her mouth as I watched Dan fuck her with a fury. Dan’s dick was quite large. Just by looking, I would guess it had to be about 8 inches. I looked over to see Amanda getting hammered by John as she sucked Barry’s dick like it was a sweet piece of candy.

After a few minutes I heard Dan yell “I’m going to cum.” He let out a loud groan and filled Jenny’s pussy with his load. She smiled and asked us “who is going to be next?” I didn’t need another invite. I moved in behind her and slid my dick in her already sopping pussy. She was as hot as fire and I had to really fight not to lose my load.

Amanda was now having an orgasm as John hammered her pussy harder. She screamed out in muffled sounds of pleasure as waves of ecstasy rolled over her body. This put John over the edge and he groaned as he shot his load inside her.

Barry pulled his dick out of Amanda’s mouth and moved in to fuck Jenny. “Roll over baby, I want some of that ass.” He said. Jenny rolled over on her stomach and Barry put a couple of pillows under her. “Please be gentle with me”, she requested of him. Barry got on his knees behind her and pulled out a bottle of lubricant from his nightstand. He applied the lubricant to her asshole and to his throbbing cock.

He placed the head of his dick at her upturned asshole and very gently eased the head in. Little by little he guided more of his cock into her ass until it completely disappeared. Jenny was now groaning in a pain and pleasure combination as Barry pumped her ass harder. Barry fucked Jenny for what seemed like an hour. When he finally came he pulled out and shot his load allover her ass leaving large blobs of cum.

When the night finally ended we all said our goodbyes and went to our respective homes. At work the next morning none of us spoke a word about what had happened the night before. My only hope is that we can get together again sometime for another round.

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Marnie could feel herself drawn to the army barracks again, like every other Friday evening. She would always finish at 5pm sharp at the Real Estate office where she worked as a receptionist and she would drive the short distance to the training barracks.

At this time of the day the soldiers were always milling around before going to the mess tent for dinner. Seeing those men in uniform stirred up feelings that always surprised her. Perhaps it was because her father had been in the army? She wasn’t sure, but that warm tingling feeling that ran through her body and made her feel alive was coming back to her again.

Her earliest memories were when she was a little girl, perhaps eight or nine, and her father would arrive home from being away for months at a time. She could remember hugging him for the longest time when he came home through the front door and showered her with kisses. That was the happiest time in her life. Until that day when he didn’t come home!

“Missing in action.”

Her Mother read the telegram to her. Although she hadn’t seen her father for over 12 years, she still could remember the musky aftershave he wore religiously after shaving. A shiver ran through her as she sat in her car as always when she was thinking of her father.

This particular Friday, the men seemed to be having an outdoor bbq, some sort of celebratory event. Marnie parked her black mustang close to the fence, but quite well covered behind some thick shrubs.

Quietly exiting the car, she crept up behind the shrubs and stood holding the fence. In this position she could see quite clearly the men, and in particular the well defined muscles in their white t-shirts and their khaki pants. Biting her lower lip stained with pink lip gloss, she inhaled deeply and felt light headed. The same tingly feeling coursed through her whenever she was there. Clinging to the fence, Marnie could feel a wetness staining her white lace panties.

Feeling naughty, Marnie lifted her tight black skirt up around her crotch and started to rub her aching pussy through her panties. Leaning on the fence, her back now to the men, her fingers slid under the lace fabric and probed her wet folds. She surprised herself as she dipped into her honey pot how wet she was. Her free hand reached and twisted her nipples through her sheer white blouse, her button nipples already erect through the thin sheer fabric. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the moment of pleasuring herself. Her body grinding in a downwards motion on her fingers, inserting them in her aching cunt. Breathing heavily, she didn’t hear the couple of men who regular patrolled the perimeter of the barracks moving towards her.

Roger and Steve, who had been patrolling the outside perimeter bodrum escort had noticed something or someone a few minutes ago and wanted to check it out. Moving closer, they parked their car near some trees and walked cautiously towards the person at the fence. As they got closer, they could see it was a curvy woman in her early twenties perhaps, leaning against the fence with her car next to her. Her car was shadowing her so they couldn’t see what she was doing but it looked like her eyes were shut and she was smiling. Roger and Steve moved closer, carefully treading in the drying grass which was growing just off the road. Steve worked out what she was doing first and nudged his friend. This girl was frigging her pussy on the barrack fence line! What an opportunity – they could really use some tight pussy at tonight’s celebrations. Both men watched in awe as this young beauty moaned and caressed herself.

Several minutes passed before Marnie had the feeling that someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and screamed out in fright as she noticed Roger and Steve watching her less than ten metres away. Stumbling at the fence she quickly removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and pulled down her skirt. Roger’s delight in finding this beauty on the barracks doorstep was already evident with his khaki pants already tenting a bulge. Grabbing Marnie with both arms, he forced a sloppy kiss on her lips. Marnie struggled in his strong arms, his hands gripping her tightly. Marnie was no match for Roger’s strong frame as he towered over her. One of his hands slid down her body, feeling the curves it had to offer. Sliding his hand over her skirt material he hoisted it up and slid his hand over Marnie’s tight, panty covered ass. Squirming under his touch, her pussy was now dripping; eager to be touched and fucked. Roger sensed it, and broke away from the kiss.

“You can come with us now to join our party, or I can charge you with trespassing. What’s it going to be lady?” Roger asked her.

“I wasn’t trespassing, I was lost,” stammered Marnie.

Steve, being the superior officer, flicked the torched, which he just got out of the car, and shone it on her name badge.

“Look, umm Marnie, you know as well as I do you are not lost, and you seemed to be having a good time by yourself here looking in. I will give you the option. You either come with us and we will give you a great time or I will have to report you and you will take your chances through the judicial system as you are trespassing on this land,” Steve informed her in a firm voice.

Marnie looked at Steve.

“It looks like I don’t have a choice, do I?” Marnie replied with a seductive smile.

Steve and Roger escorted bodrum merkez escort her into their car and drove back into the barracks. Roger sat in the back seat with Marnie and requested that she take off her panties immediately and hand them to him. She did as he said and started to wiggle out of them with no shame. Within seconds the deed was done and she handed her wet panties over to him. Roger could smell her musk and brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He loved pussy scent and put them in Steve’s face.

“Smell this buddy, isn’t that good enough to eat?” Roger smirked.

Marnie, although she should have been scared witless, was so horny at this moment she couldn’t wait for Steve or Roger to fuck her. It never occurred to her that the other men would want to fuck her also.

Roger moved closer to her and started to kiss her deeply, bringing her frame close. Marnie responded and kissed him back, sliding her tongue deep in his mouth. His hand slid up her unclad crotch and opened her womanly folds. Dripping with her sex sauce Roger delved into her slit and rubbed up and down. Her already enlarged clit was aching to be touched and Roger knew it. Roger teased her pussy with his fingers before roughly inserting three into her soaked cunt. Marnie gasped, broke the kiss and spread her legs wider for him.

“Oh God, yes yes,” Marnie whimpered.

“You horny slutty bitch.”

Marnie smiled and asked, “Can we just stop here for a minute?”

“Why?” Steve asked.

“I need cock and I need it now, please,” begged Marnie. “Please”

“God damn Steve, stop the fucking car, I gunna fuck this bitch right now,” said Roger.

And with that, Steve stopped the car. Roger & Marnie got out of the car and Marnie leant over the boot. Lifting her skirt she exposed her dripping pussy and Roger didn’t waste any time in kneeling down between her legs and licking her from ass to her clit. Squealing with delight Marnie spread her legs further. Roger stood up, unzipped his member and stroked it a couple of times and drove it home in her love hole. Within a couple of strokes in Marnie’s pussy his cock was well lubricated and Roger was in a fast rhythm, pumping stronger and harder with each stroke. Marnie was holding onto the edge of the car and the boot to steady herself as the pumping action in her cunt was getting her off balance. With his balls banging on her ass, it wasn’t long before Roger shot a huge load of cum in her.

After Roger had blown his load, Steve was already fully erect to get some of the action. Pushing her head down making her cheek rest on the boot, he eased his cock in Marnie’s sloppy cunt. Steve immediately grabbed her hips bodrum otele gelen escort and fucked her hard, ramming his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Marnie was squealing with delight, each thrust of Steve seemed to make her squeal louder until she couldn’t take it any longer and her whole body quivered as her orgasm ran through her. Within minutes of Marnie cumming Steve shot his semen deep into her womb.

Several minutes later, they had got their breath and Roger handed her panties back to her.

“Put them on. I want all that cum to leak out in your panties and at the end of the night, those panties will belong to me. Do you understand?” Marnie nodded and smiled.

“Now get back into the car. We have been gone way too long and we need to introduce you to our buddies. You want that don’t you?” Steve asked. “We saw you looking in and begging to be fucked Marnie!”

Driving the last little way, Marnie put her skirt back on in the car, and tried to look presentable.

“I wouldn’t bother with that. The boys can tell and smell a slut when they see one,” Roger said laughing.

Back where the bbq was being held, the rest of the platoon were settled in for the night and were drinking beer steadily and laughing loudly. When Roger and Steve returned and got the attention of the others, Steve yelled out, “Boys, we have a surprise. Meet Marnie. She is our slut for the evening.”

With a loud cheer eight men crowded around Marnie, one handing her a beer, which she downed immediately, while the others started stripping the clothes off her. With so many hands, Marnie’s insatiable desire to be filled again was burning deep in her loins. One of the larger men, Adam, picked her up and placed her on the wooden outdoor table, slid off her drenched cummy panties and threw them over to Roger knowing he would want them for his collection. With so many men there, Marnie felt hands everywhere and there was already a swelled member in her mouth which she was sucking on feverishly. Adam had already stroked his cock hard and placed her legs over his shoulders as he entered her cummy pussy. Long strokes pumped into her and Marnie groaned in delight as he pumped faster and faster, his balls banging on her asshole.

Marnie was in her element, cock in mouth about to explode hot cum into her mouth. Several other men were pawing her and jacking off over her leaving long strands of cum on her tits and tummy and Adam was just about to explode his seed deep into her pussy. With a final thrust, Adam came and added his cum to her already cum filled pussy.

Several men fucked Marnie that night, some didn’t because of alcohol related woes but Marnie had a ball. It was decided that Marnie would be their slut mascot and be on call to the men when they decided. Of course this suited Marnie and really was a win win situation.

Many months have now passed and Marnie ‘belongs’ to the platoon and sees them all quite regularly. Her biggest fear is that they get deployed one day. She doesn’t want to lose them like she lost her Daddy.

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Angela seeks a double penetration.

If you are offended by anal sex, or sex between men in a loving MMF threesome – then read no further, this story is probably not for you.

*****

Mike and I were butt-naked as we entered the bedroom. But Angela still had her panties on: for all that they concealed. The gusset was virtually transparent with pussy secretions.

Mike went over to their king-sized bed, turned and perched his butt right on the edge of the high mattress and lay back with his feet still on the floor, and knees spread wide. His cock arched and bobbed in anticipation, angled back an inch or two above his lower belly.

Angela went straight for him like iron to a magnet. With one hand on Mike’s scrotum and the other around the base of his cock, she fellated him. With the flat of her tongue, she lapped like a kitten up the length of his cock from balls to tip, then sucked as much of his cock as she could fit into her hungry mouth.

Angela kept her bum up high, spread her legs, and wiggled her ass back and forth to get my attention. It was clearly time for her to lose those sopping panties. With a flourish, I slid them to the floor. She stepped out of them and spread her legs a little wider which gave me a fabulous view of her aroused, wet pussy from behind. Her inner labia were red and glistening, peeking through a dense forest of russet pubic curls which extended all around her pussy and further back into the valley between her butt cheeks.

I knelt to get an eye-level view of her lovely pussy. I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs to spread them a little more and approached her pussy, pressing my lips to hers. Rolling my tongue, I explored the opening of her vagina and tasted the ambrosia of her arousal. She responded by thrusting her hips higher to give me better access and I shift my focus to her swollen inner labia now within reach. I suckled on the lappet of each in turn and ran my tongue vigorously up and down the slick slot between them.

Angela’s whimpers and words of encouragement were somewhat muffled by Mike’s cock gently thrusting in and out of her mouth. However, I did manage to catch a couple of words: “Lower . . .” and “clit . . .”

With the pointed tip of my tongue, I reached deeper between her legs until I made glancing contact over the nub of her clit and the firm, deep ridge of erectile tissue leading down to it. She showed her approval with cries of pleasure. She came up on her toes and bowed her knees to give me better accesses.

After several minutes of pleasuring her pussy, I began to develop a crick in my back and neck. I stood to stretch it out. As I did so, I admired her big, beautiful bum beckoning me.

Still standing behind her, with hands on her hips, I leaned in and planted a sloppy kiss on each cheek in turn. Then I gently spread the valley between them. I was greeted by a perfect, lightly-pigmented anal rosebud winking back at me. With the pointed tip of my tongue, I dove into the very center of that impish brown-eye.

Startled, Angela shrieked, immediately clamped his buttocks tightly closed, and fell forward over Mike.

Oh, no! Had I done something wrong?

“I’m so sorry . . .

“I didn’t know . . .

“I didn’t mean to . . .” I stammered in embarrassment.

I’d seen rimming in porn videos and had often wondered what it might be like. I’d always wanted to try it. Angela’s surprised response made me belatedly realize that perhaps not everyone would be as attracted to it as I had become.

“What did he do, Babe?” Mike asked. And I shrank back a little further.

“He licked my ass,” she replied. “I mean, he friggin’ he stuck his tongue RIGHT INTO my bum-hole. Oh, my God!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. . .” I repeated, thinking I had offended her.

“Oh, don’t be,” she said, smiling at my confusion and embarrassment.

“Actually – it felt good.

“It’s just that I wasn’t expecting it. You surprised me, Tony.” And she continued: “Not even Susan has ever tried that with me.”

“So, Babe, would you like him to do it again?” Asked Mike with a beaming smile.

“Well,” she responded.

Then her body language took over. She thrust her bum up higher, reached around behind, and spread her butt for me. As she did so, she sashayed a little from side to side to coax me in.

Moving back, I took one long swipe with the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her pussy right up to the top of the valley between her glorious butt cheeks, then I settled in with pointed tongue-tip flicking and probing all over her cute winking brown-eye. I just loved its firm concentric ridges, and the way she almost sucked my tongue into her with every winking contraction.

I could almost hear her purring as she thrust her bum towards me. I settled in with my face deep between her spread butt cheeks, and with my lashing tongue worked all the magic I could muster.

“Tony, don’t you dare . . . make my brown escort bodrum eye blue!” she teased between lollipop licks of Mike’s burgeoning erection.

I adored the smell of her. Rich and musky down over her pussy; but more subtle and sweeter up over her anal flower. And funky, even slightly spicy to the taste.

After a while she began to murmur:

“Oh-h-h-h, YES!

“Awesome.

“That feels fucking fantastic.

“Please . . .

“Please, don’t stop,” she mumbled into Mike’s groin, stroking and sucking him with a vengeance.

While continuing to tongue her anus, I slipped a hand between her thighs to explore and pleasure her pussy. I rubbed and stroked her mound. I grasped each swollen outer lip between thumb and forefinger and gently kneaded down along its length several times on each side. Then I ran saliva-wet fingertips up and down between inner and outer lips, and finally up and down the center, rubbing firmly over the main body of her clit just below the surface. Her hips rolled and twitched in response. Soft cries and pants of pleasure were muffled into Mike’s groin.

Mike began to groan and whimper which made me look up. To my delight and astonishment, I saw that he had both feet high in the air with a hand behind each knee, holding his thighs up and wide apart. His back was arched such that his pelvis was tilted upward exposing his anus to Angela’s oral onslaught. I could just imagine his winking ass responding the way hers was responding to me. I watched as she licked and sucked from balls down to his bum-hole and back again: all the while forcefully stroking the shaft of his hard cock – in a classical rusty-trombone maneuver. Clearly, I’d initiated something new in their sexual repertoire!

I returned to rimming Angela’s beautiful, wrinkled ass and playing with her pussy from behind, I gently slid one finger into her warm, wet vagina. Then, as she opened wider, I added a second finger, and times even a third. I curled the tips of my fingers downward and softly raked into the wrinkly pad on the front wall of her vagina just beyond her pee nodule, stimulating what I hoped was her G-spot. I ran my fingertips in a come-hither motion all over its slippery soft surface until that section of her vagina swelled with engorgement rather like a prune or walnut buried just below the velvety surface. I rolled the whole pad gently from side to side, occasionally encircling it drew it up hard against her pubic bone below. I repeatedly strummed my fingers over the deep swelling until she could take it no longer, and would briefly jerk away. And then I’d probe for it once again.

With my other hand, I spread wide her swollen outer labia and pushing gently upwards, caused the pearl-like bud of her clit to pop out from under its protective hood. I used the pad of my thumb to very gently, but mercilessly, massage that sensitive nub: around and around, up and down, over and back: enjoying its hardness and exquisite sensitivity.

Angela’s hips arched and thrust rhythmically. She rocked and rolled: slowly, sensually at first; but soon increased in tempo and intensity. I did my best to keep my tongue in contact with her brown-eye with the bouncing of her butt. Pussy juice, liberally mixed with my saliva, ran in rivulets down her inner thighs.

As much as I could, I synchronized my stroking and probing with the bucking of her hips. But eventually, her movements became too erratic and even more intense. She went almost silent: panting softly with occasional gasps and whimpers as her orgasm built, and built, and built, relentlessly.

Suddenly she cried out, clamped her buttocks, and forcefully closed her thighs like two restraining fists around my busy hands. Her body language clearly commanded me to cease and be still. Orgasmic spasms radiated out from deep within: down her legs, and up her back.

Then her knees buckled and she sagged slowly to the floor. Her breathing was ragged, and her expression was distant and dreamy. A thin sheen of sweat beaded her brow and upper lip. Euphoric endorphins flooded through her as waves of orgasmic release surged from nose to toes, from tip to toe.

She sat on the floor leaning against the bed for several minutes, eyes tightly closed and lower lip held between her teeth. Deep fasciculation writhed within her thighs, and occasional spontaneous, spasmodic twitches cramped and flexed the muscles of her belly. She remained unresponsive until the intense orgasmic paroxysm passed.

We discovered a faint stain on the bedside throw rug the next day: clear evidence that she ejaculated several teaspoons of girl-goo – something she had hardly ever done before.

“Oh-h-h-h, MY God,” she whispered, coming down from her orgasmic high:

“My Sweet Lord …

“Oh, my God . . .” she whimpered, over and again.

Finally, back to earth, she let out an expletive:

“Ho-ly Fu-u-ck. That was a freakin’ SUSAN orgasm.”

She crawled up onto the bed turgutreis escort and lay down in the middle of it: physically and sexually drained.

I willingly took over attending to Mike’s magnificent boner. I took his scrotum in the palm of one hand, his shaft in the other, and sucked on the bulbous head. Mike reached down and ran his fingers through my hair, guiding and encouraging me. After a few minutes, I felt one of his hands leave me and, looking up, watched him pinch one of his nipples.

Angela propped up on an elbow watched us with fond fascination. She leaned over Mike and kissed him. I briefly left his cock to reach for his other nipple, pinching and twisting it. This brought a gasp out of Mike, which broke the kiss with Angela.

Angela looked me square in the eyes, and with almost a growl said, “Come here, you! Come and lay down beside me,” patting the bed beside her.

Dutifully, I left Mike and lay on my back beside Angela in the middle of the bed.

Without recent stimulation, my cock had sagged and softened, so that it fell along belly like a fat sausage. Angela worked on bringing me back to full erection. She sucked the tip and stroked along the shaft with one hand while rolling my balls with the other. And Mike cut in with a kiss on my lips and a pinching twist on each of my nipples. Under such an onslaught my cock was soon as hard and erect as ever before.

Angela went over to the nightstand and took a condom out of a box she’d evidently set out in anticipation earlier in the evening. She unwrapped it, held the base of my cock with one hand, deftly rolled a cover over me with the other.

Then in one fluid movement, she straddled me cowgirl style. She held onto the base of my rigid cock to guide me deep into her well-prepared pussy. She rolled her hips, bumping and humping as we moved in synchrony. Soon my cock was deep into her groove, both literally and figuratively.

“And now you too, Mike” she commanded.

Mike rolled on a condom and came up behind her. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the valley of her butt. Next, I heard the snap and pop of the lubricant top. Then I felt the cool, slippery gel running down from her ass all over my upper thighs, balls, and perineum.

Pushing his erection down at the base, Mike positioned himself at her anal entrance and attempted to enter her, but failed. Because of the angle, instead of going in his thrust went sliding up along her crack.

Feeling this, Angela lifted her butt and spread a bit wider for him. He realigned himself and entered her.

However, Angela’s adjusted position inadvertently pulled my cock out of her vagina. I arched up and only just managed to re-enter her pussy. So, she angled down towards me a bit, but then as I thrust in, Mike popped out again.

We tried several more times unsuccessfully. Much as Angela desperately wanted her double penetration, that configuration just wasn’t going to work for us.

Then to make matters worse, the more I concentrated on not falling out of her pussy, the more I lost my erection.

Perversely at that moment, I thought of Lisa with twinges of guilt. So my renegade cock softened even more. The more I tried to override the erectile dysfunction, the more my cock softened and shrank. Soon the condom simply slithered off. I was almost flaccid.

Then, Angela, the wonderful, enchanting girl that she is, simply switched gears.

“Tony, you scoot up here, up to the top of the bed,” she said.

Which I did. I placed my head on the pillows and Angela, got up on hands and knees, and settled in between my legs. Mike approached her from behind and this time plunged deep into her ass with ease and began vigorous, rhythmical thrusting.

Angela grasped my nearly flaccid cock around the base and took just the head into her mouth. She sucked incredibly hard for a moment, then suddenly released all suction, almost blowing me out. Then sucked hard again. She repeated this over and over – as though attempting to physically pump up my erection by pneumatic suction alone.

The sensation was incredible, intensely pleasurable. Her suction was so intense that it was almost painful at times. But it sure did the trick. In no time, my cock was hard and erect once again. I reached down to masturbate my shaft, thinking to help keep my erection going. But she brushed my hand aside and said:

“Tony, I want to see if I can get you off with my mouth alone,” she said.

That had never happened to me before.

Angela set upon me in earnest with her head jerking in sync with Mike’s thrusting. Sucking then releasing, then sucking, while her tongue did a magical dance all over the underside of my cock.

After a few minutes I saw, or rather, felt Mike pull out of Angela. I saw him remove the condom, then thrust back into her once again.

I couldn’t help wondering if he had reentered ass bareback. Had he shed the condom for more türkbükü escort sensation, I wondered? Or had had he, perhaps stripped the condom to enter her pussy? I watched him closely trying to decide. Mentally working on this delicious, erotic conundrum took me to greater heights of arousal. It wasn’t long before I felt that familiar tingling between scrotum and anus, and an urgent fullness in my groin foretelling an impending orgasm.

Just then Mike grunted loudly, gave one last hard thrust and held it deep in her pussy. I knew that he’d just beaten me to the finish line.

Mike withdrew and came around to watch what Angela was doing to me. When I turned towards him, his cock was at eye level: sagging and spent, oozing one last drop of cum from the tip. But what really did it for me was the hint of a white frothy ring of jizz – and pussy juice – encircling the base of his cock. So, he’d obviously cum in her pussy!

“I’m nearly there,” I announced.

“So near,

“So-o-o close.

“Really close.

“Nearly, very, nearly, THERE.”

I intended to give Angela lots of warning in case she didn’t want me to cum in her mouth. However, the closer I came, the more she latched on and kept going. I climaxed as surge after powerful surge of cum shot up through my cock, spewing out thick ropes of creamy jizz.

Angela took the first blast in her mouth; then held my cock against her cheek: which I anointed with goo, along with few of her eyelashes, and even one small pearl of cum caught on a lock of her hair.

“Tried to warn you in time,” I muttered when I could catch my breath.

“Oh, yes you did,” she smiled. “And Tony, I do like the taste of your cum

“BUT this,” she said, touching her messy cheek: “This, was for Mike’s benefit.”

Even then I still didn’t quite get it.

I thought she meant that she had me cum on her cheek as a visual treat for Mike. But, no, she meant much more than that.

Mike leaned in and licked all my jizz off her face.

“You see, he likes the taste of cum too” Angela explained.

“And let me tell you, Dude,” said Mike between licks, “You taste great! Almost creamy.”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, “been that way ever since the vasectomy.”

For a moment that gave them pause.

“You taste your own cum?” Angela asked incredulously, with a broadening smile.

Oh, how I do so adore her dimples when she smiles like that.

“I thought only Mike was crazy enough to do that,” she said.

“Do it every time,” I replied, silently wondering to myself whether cum-eating was something most men did, at least now and then.

I told them that before my vasectomy the volume of my ejaculation had been somewhat larger, but the taste was somewhat dry and thin, slightly metallic, almost tangy. However, since my vasectomy, my jizz had become generally gooier, sweeter and more gelatinous. I had to agree with Mike’s description: “creamy” about summed it up, although I’d never thought of it quite that way before.

“Say, Mike, did the taste of my pussy juice change after my tubes were tied?” Angela asked with a teasing, silly smile.

Ah-ha, so apparently both Angela and I had each undergone surgical contraception following the birth of our last child. I’d not yet noticed the faint bikini-line caesarean scar somewhat hidden below her dense pubic bush.

“Can’t say that it did, Babe,” Mike replied with a grin. “But you know there’s no orgasmic flow down a girl’s tubes when she comes.”

“Point!” she conceded.

“And now Tony, what Mike did for YOUR mess, you’ve got to do for HIS,” said Angela. With that, she rolled onto her back to expose her soggy pussy smeared and still leaking a mixture of Mike’s cum and her own pussy juice.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Positioning myself between her knees I admired the cream-pie so wantonly displayed before me. Angela’s dark springy pubes were moist with the gooey mixture. Her deep red frilly inner labia, still slightly swollen, held several whitish clumps within their folds, and a small pearl of cum appeared at the opening of her stretched, slowly contracting vagina.

I took my time cleaning her up. I loved the taste – and smell – and feel – of it. With kitten-like licks, I cleaned her up from top to bottom, from outside to in, and inside out, all the while coached and encouraged by her whimpers and soft words of encouragement.

While I was busy with her pussy, Angela licked and sucked at Mike’s softening cock until it too was squeaky-clean. She even attempted a foreskin-flurry.

“Aha, ah-ha,” Mike gasped and flinched in response. “Still a bit too sensitive for that, Babe.”

She smiled, then resumed licking his shaft with the flat of her tongue in wide, broad strokes, as well as gently sucking on the head of his cock, clearly enjoying their mixed spent secretions.

Eventually, Angela got up to pee. Then she insisted that she hold our cocks and watch as we men did so too – together.

Still reeking of sweat and sex, it was time for a more general, total-body clean-up.

“Skinny dip! ‘Last one in’s a dirty, rotten egg.” whooped Angela.

Three sweaty bodies bounced up and raced each other through the cottage and down the path to the beach.

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My wife and I had just moved into a new neighborhood because I took a new job that required us to move. The day we moved in, a neighbor lady came over to welcome us to the neighborhood. She was about the same age as my wife and I, around thirty, and fairly attractive as well. Anyway, later we came to be good friends with her and her husband. Her name is Tammy and his is Dave. One evening we had gone to their house for dinner and after eating we sat in the living room talking about life in general while watching TV. During our conversation Dave was flipping through the channels and had stopped on an adult movie channel. After a few seconds he turned it to a music channel and put down the remote. However, we all saw the movie that was on and started to laugh a little saying oops. Even though it was an accident it was enough to move our conversation toward sex. We all noticed that the movie looked to be an amateur type movie. Tammy said she thought it looked like someone just sent in a home movie or something. April my wife said she thought the same thing.

This turned or conversation to home sex tapes and we all confessed to making our own, but we could never send them in to an adult movie channel. Jokingly, I said that we were all just small timers and that we should trade them with each other. Everyone laughed as I expected but then Tammy said that swapping tapes sounded like fun to her. Everyone was quiet for a second then April said it sounded like fun to her too, and that we should do it. She looked at me and told me run across the street to our house and get our video. Tammy told Dave to get theirs as well. I could tell the women were excited at the idea, so I ran and got the movie. When I came back I saw that April had their video in her hand and she told me to give ours to Tammy. We all laughed and said we couldn’t believe we were doing it. April spoke up and said she wanted go home and watch their video so they could enjoy ours. We said good-bye and that we would see them tomorrow.

We went home and changed into some more comfortable clothes. Then with great anticipation, turned out the lights and put in their video. It was awesome seeing people you know sucking and fucking like this. It was not like any other adult movie because we knew these people it made the video ten times more arousing and knowing they were watching our video also made it all the more intense. We started fucking while watching the video. Dave and I were about the same size in the dick department but as far as body size and build, I’m a little taller and he has a little stronger build. As far as the women go, April is tall and slender with B-cup tits and I would say Tammy is about four inches shorter with a bodrum escort bayan little more meat on her, but still healthy not fat in any way, with C to D-cup tits. April keeps her pussy completely shaved and Tammy shaves hers into a V shape patch on top and shaves it bald around her pussy.

They seemed to have very similar habits to us because on there video Tammy was doing a solo number and then Dave doing it solo after her followed by some serious sucking and fucking which is very similar to what is on our video except on ours there are some shots of April using toys. We continued fucking while watching their video but had to stop when we saw, to our amazement another girl in the video. Apparently Tammy had brought home a female coworker and had a 2 on 1 with her friend and Dave. Even more surprising but definitely arousing was watching Tammy lick the other girls pussy and later 69ing the girl while Dave fucked her.

The next day Tammy came over to trade back tapes. I heard her and April in the kitchen talking about what all happened the night before and as we expected they were fucking while watching our tape too. I heard Tammy say we need to do something like this again. To my amazement I heard April say that maybe we should do live performances for each other then I heard Tammy say hell yes! I quickly walked into our bedroom so the women didn’t know that I heard them. About two minutes later I heard the front door close and a couple seconds later April walked in the bedroom smiling.

She said she wanted to ask me something, but as you know I already knew what it was. She asked if I really enjoyed the video last night. I told her I thought it was a lot of fun. She then asked if I would like to take it a little further and do it live. I asked when she wanted to do it. She said that Tammy wanted to do it tonight and she was eager to do it too. I agreed so she called Tammy on the phone immediately. She was bouncing off the walls the rest of the day.

It was about an hour away from the time the women had set for us to come over and we had just finished taking a shower. We were getting dressed when she began telling me that what we were about to do had been a fantasy of hers for a while now and she was getting wet just thinking about what was about to happen. I have to admit that it really sounded like a lot of fun to me too.

I had never seen people fucking in real life before not to mention the fact that they will be watching us fuck at the same time. Before last night I had never dreamed of actually doing anything like this. It was only something you would read about in a magazine or on a porn video and now I was about to do it with my wife. yalıkavak escort

April was wearing a short dress and I must say looking very hot, I was looking forward to sliding my hands up her dress and removing the thong she had put on. The thought of another man seeing my wife naked strangely turned me on. As we walked up to the door, Tammy opened it before we even knocked. I could easily tell she was excited too! She smiled and told us to come on in. She was looking really good and I could hardly wait to see her in action, showing all her goodies. When we walked into the living room I could see that they had arranged the furniture for the occasion. I also saw the video camera set up across the room which I kind of expected. Dave saw me look at the camera and told me he would make us a copy of the evening.

I wondered how we would start this off but that question was quickly answered when the women at the same time walked up to us and started removing our clothes. Both Dave and I stood there while they stripped us down to nothing. We stood about four feet from each other as our wives all most in synchronization began to fondle our manhood. After stroking us to total erection they finally broke their duplicated actions when Tammy removed her dress and April dropped to her knees and took my dick in her mouth. She pushed me down on the sofa and began licking my balls. Her short dress was now hiked up showing her ass in a thong.

Tammy was now only wearing a thong after she removed her bra, letting her tits bounce as she sucked Dave sitting on the couch. I reached down and pulled the dress up and over Aprils shoulder and she finished removing it then removed her bra as well. I told her to stand up and pulled her panties off. Then I laid flat on my back and told her I wanted to 69. I dove into her now very wet pussy and grabbed her bare ass that was sticking in the air. I heard Dave tell Tammy to take off her panties and from the sounds of it he was licking her pussy. April was now cumming and screaming in pleasure. After she finished with her orgasm she stood up and then got down into the doggy style position begging me to fuck her. I liked this position because while I fucked her I had a great view of Dave and Tammy.

Tammy was now straddling his lap and bouncing up and down. From the view I had I could see his dick being crammed into her pussy while he grabbed her ass cheeks spreading them wide open so I could see everything. She was now cumming and letting the whole world know it too. After fucking for about an hour I heard Dave say he was about to cum. Tammy urged him on as he fucked her doggy style as well. Listening to her talking konacık escort to him, telling him to cum in her pussy must have affected me because suddenly, I could feel that I was about to cum too. I told April and she started cheering me on too.

April was watching Dave cum and Tammy was staring at me. After we finished filling our women with cum, I dropped to the floor and tried to catch my breath and Dave sat on the couch and tried to catch his. They both sat on the floor looking at each other smiling. Tammy spoke up and said that she really enjoyed what we had just done and April agreed.

Out of nowhere, Tammy crawled over on all fours and gently pushed April back to where she was laying flat on her back. She then proceeded, to my amazement, to start licking April’s pussy. April didn’t try to stop Tammy either, instead she told Tammy to put her pussy over her face and the two of them were in the middle of the floor licking the cum out of each other’s freshly fucked pussies. After only a couple of minutes they were both cumming.

I couldn’t just watch anymore my dick was now hard as a rock again and as soon as Tammy rolled off of April I positioned myself and started fucking April’s pussy again, Dave did the same to Tammy. We were now laying side by side only in opposite directions thus giving me and Dave excellent views of the action. We fucked liked animals for another hour when I finally was ready to cum. April told me to stand up so she could suck me off. She wanted them to get a good view of me shooting my load into her mouth and I did just that. She caught most of it in her mouth with only a little on her chin and she licked it off too.

Tammy was now on her knees in front of Dave sucking and stroking him trying to bring him off as well and in no time she did it. She stroked his dick aiming it at her mouth but his dick flinched as he first came and a stream of cum was running from her forehead to her nose but the rest she managed to catch in her mouth. She tried to wipe it off her face and got most of it. We all now dropped to the sofas in a state of exhaustion. After five minutes our so April spoke up and said she had a wonderful evening and hoped we could do this again but that we were going to call it a night. Tammy said she was looking forward to next time and grabbed her dress to wipe her face off.

We all stood and tried finding our clothes so we could get dressed. Dave said he would give me a copy of the video tomorrow. The women said goodnight, then we went back to the house. No, we did not have sex again. We just dropped to the bed and practically past out. I had the best night of sleep I ever had, and when I woke up I realized it wasn’t a dream and was eager to give my wife a good morning fuck and she obviously was thinking the same thing. This definitely put a spark in our sex life because we watched the video and fucked every night for the rest of the week. Now the women have to decide when we are going to do it again….I hope it will be soon!

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This story involves a wife’s infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories … please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate please enjoy.

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I held my breath, waiting to see what my wife would say . . . what she would do.

Personally I couldn’t believe that I’d just said what I had. But now it was out and I figured that I might as well stick to my guns and see what would happen.

“Fine, smarty-pants,” Tiffany scoffed, grinning mischievously. “Let’s do it?”

She was trying to call me on what she thought was a bluff. But I wasn’t bluffing. And knowing my beautiful wife, I knew I needed to make it a real challenge so she wouldn’t back down . . . so she couldn’t back down.

“I don’t think you will,” I goaded her. “I think you’ll chicken out.”

Two young men sat frozen a few feet away as me and Tiff stared one another down, each of us silently challenging the other to be the first to “chicken out.”

I knew they were anxious, and with good reason since they were at the center of the challenge. Well . . . them and Tiff. Our God-son Chris and his friend Jake were staying the weekend with us while Chris’ parents were out of town. Although he was 18, his mother was the extremely over-protective type and wasn’t comfortable leaving him home alone. So we’d agreed to have him stay with us, and so that he wouldn’t be too bored we’d let him invite his friend Jake. We’d all been watching a couple movies, just kind of bumming it, when the boys’ reaction to a make-out scene had gotten my attention. Thinking I’d have some fun ribbing them, I’d called them out on it. This led to them admitting they had very little experience with girls.

“Why not?” I’d chided them. “You’re both good lookin’ guys. You should have lots of girlfriends. You sure you two aren’t…”

Chris had spent enough time around me to get my insinuation.

“No, Tom” he chuckled. “We do like girls. It’s just that most of the girls we go out with are kinda uptight, so we only get a good-night kiss.”

“Oh. Okay,” I mused, thinking how I might still have a little fun. “Well then, how’d you two like to kiss Tiffany here?”

“Hell yes!” Jake chirped immediately.

“Yes!” Chris echoed his friend’s sentiment.

Give them credit, they both had balls.

“Wait! What?” Tiffany glared at me.

I knew Chris had been crushing on my wife for years. And it was obvious his friend shared his feelings. But who could blame them? My wife is beautiful. She has fresh girl-next-door features and long, strawberry blond hair. In her mid-thirties she’s still got a nice body with ample breasts and slim hips that looks good even in a casual outfit like the loose shorts and baggy old concert tee she was bumming around in this night. She’d taken scissors to the shirt’s collar, cutting a slit down that created a loose vee-opening which provided a brief hint of her lovely cleavage.

The room fell extremely silent for a moment with even the muted TV seeming to grow quieter.

From the opposite end of the couch Tiffany’s eyes burned into me and I braced myself for a slap across the head. I returned her glare with a cocky smirk. At that point I was only looking to have a little harmless fun at . . . well, really anyone’s expense.

But things change.

Tiff glanced over at the boys for a moment before saying anything.

“Tom,” to my surprise her hiss was not as venomous as I’d expected. But her cold expression warned me that I was treading on very . . . thin . . . ice. And perhaps I should consider backpedaling.

But, to paraphrase Popeye, I am who I am.

“I’m not talking about just a quick little good-night-peck-at-the-door kiss,” I grinned mischievously. “I’m talking about a locked-lips-make-out-session right here on the couch.”

Tiffany’s eyes became thin slits radiating irritation at me.

“Say… five minutes a piece,” I finished.

That was when I saw the boys freeze in my peripheral vision, both staring at me and Tiffany locked in our battle of wills.

She blinked.

“What do you say boys?” My smirk grew with that first victory, as small as it may have been. “You up for it?”

“Absolutely,” Jake said, his voice quiet, like he was afraid to break the tension.

“Yes. Definitely,” Chris said, nearly as quietly.

“What do you say, Tiff?” I put the challenge directly to her. “You wanna show these young men what a real woman is like?”

That’s when I started holding my breath, waiting to see what she’d say or do.

And like the trooper she is, she made me wait for a long, LONG minute before throwing the challenge bodrum escort right back at me.

“Fine, smarty-pants,” Tiffany scoffed, grinning mischievously. “Let’s do it?”

She was trying to call me on what she thought was a bluff. But I wasn’t bluffing. And knowing my beautiful wife, I knew I needed to make it a real challenge so she wouldn’t back down . . . so she couldn’t back down.

“I don’t think you will,” I goaded her. “I think you’ll chicken out.”

She glared at me for another minute before her expression slowly softened and she turned to the boys.

“Which one of you is first?” She asked nonchalantly.

“Me!” Chris leapt to his feet, pushing his friend down with one hand.

“Alright then,” I clapped, moving from the couch to an easy chair. “I’ll be the time keeper.”

Chris scrambled onto the couch next to Tiffany. Yet, for all his enthusiasm and the courage he’d shown to this point, it was obvious he was nervous as hell. Initially he sat too far away and had to slide closer to her as he struggled to get one arm around her shoulders. Then he leaned in to kiss her with a kind of sincere awkwardness.

Watching him I was unhappily reminded of my own, earliest experiences.

Now that the challenge had been accepted, I knew Tiffany wouldn’t embarrass the young man. She patiently waited, even giving him a reassuring smile as he stumbled through the opening process. Then, when he leaned in, she helped him get positioned so that neither of them were uncomfortable. And after a couple minutes she got him settled down, even teaching him some finer points about kissing. This led to him being much more at ease during the final minutes, even managing to get his tongue into her mouth toward the end.

“Time,” I announced after five minutes.

Chris’ disappointment was obvious. But he obediently moved away. As he did it was plain to me that he was having to adjust himself in his pants.

Jake jumped in to take his place. He either had more experience than Chris, or he’d paid close attention to Tiffany’s instructions. His arm slid smoothly around her shoulders while his other hand gently rested on her side, just below her ribs. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue prying past them within a minute. As they kissed Tiff’s hands slid up from his arms to lightly scratch at his shoulder blades.

Watching them, something stirred inside me, making me forget to watch the time. When I remembered just over seven minutes had passed.

“Time,” I called, a grin splitting my face.

“That was awesome,” Jake sang as he released my wife.

“I wish I’d known what I was doing,” Chris sighed, sitting on the floor, his eyes downcast.

I looked at Tiffany. She appeared sympathetic to his plight, and that gave me an idea of how I might have a little more fun.

“Hon, what do ya say you give Chris another shot?”

Her eyes darted to me, glaring.

For his part, Chris did probably the smartest thing he could have; he stayed put and kept his mouth shut.

Tiffany glared at me for a minute before, once more, her expression softened and she gave a casual shrug of her shoulders.

“Alright. One more go, Chris,” I clapped.

“That’s not fair,” Jake half-chuckled/half-pouted.

“He’s right, Hon,” I said. “It’s not his fault Chris went first and he got to learn from Chris’ mistakes. If Chris gets a second turn, so should he.”

Chris froze with his ass inches from the couch cushion, his expression filled with dread. He understood this could keep him from the second round he was on the verge of.

It was Jake’s turn to keep quiet, and he did. He remained on the floor giving Tiffany a hopeful look.

I still had no idea what I was doing . . . or where I thought this all might end. I was just having fun. And whether Tiffany ended the whole thing right then, I still had fodder with which to tease all three of them.

Tiffany once more turned her gaze directly on me, stubborn confidence radiating from her slit eyes.

I deflected that glare with my own cocky smirk.

“That does only seem fair,” she gave me her own wicked little grin.

Beaming from ear-to-ear Chris finished taking his seat. He had learned from the first time and his arm and hand slid more smoothly into place as he leaned in to brush his lips across hers before locking them into place. His tongue soon pried past her lips and into her mouth. They kissed deeply, their tongues swirling over one another.

After a couple minutes Chris shifted in his seat and I knew from personal experience he was trying to accommodate his growing cock. As he did though, his hand slid up from below her ribs, to the side of her breast where it pressed against the hidden mound.

Tiffany didn’t seem to notice; the contact was so minimal. Her own arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her hands rubbing his upper back while they kissed.

It was at this point that things started to change for me. No longer was I simply having a little fun . . . I was gümbet escort enjoying the show. Watching my wife make-out with this young man . . . seeing their bodies starting to meld . . . was having a deeper effect on me.

One that I hadn’t expected.

And again, I forgot my duty as time keeper.

When I did remember, they were three minutes past the allotted five minutes.

“Time.”

Chris begrudgingly pulled himself away from my wife.

Straightening up in her seat, and adjusting her t-shirt, Tiffany averted her gaze away from me. The slight flush of her cheeks told me why.

It only took Jake a moment to slide into place, his arm and hand taking up the same starting position as Chris’ had. As he leaned in Tiffany laid her head back and closed her eyes. Jake brought his lips to my wife’s and they kissed deeply . . . passionately, their tongues battling. He’d obviously seen his friend’s hand move, and he didn’t wait long before sliding his own up to fondle the side of Tiffany’s breast.

Again I became enraptured by the scene before me and forgot to watch the time. When I did check it I realized I had no idea how long they’d been going, since I’d forgotten to even mark the beginning time. I argued with myself about what to do for a few seconds. Should I just call it, say the five minutes were up? Or should I wait a couple, make sure Jake got his allotted time?

Off to the side Chris was watching them intently and I wondered in what order him and Jake would disappear into the bathroom later to jerkoff.

Looking back at the pair on the couch I decided to give them another minute or two as the passion of their make-out session was definitely building.

Jake had shifted, providing his growing cock more room. This shifting had forced my wife to slide further down into the couch so that he hovered over her. It was during this shifting that his hand slowly . . . very slowly . . . slipped down under her breast to cup her ample mound, his fingers barely tensing as if he was uncertain about what to do.

Again I had to give him credit for his moxie. I mean, here he was, making out with an older woman in front of her husband and he had the courage to fondle her tit.

Since Tiff did nothing to stop him, I assumed his touch wasn’t registering. I figured this was mostly due to his hand’s extremely slow progress. But no matter the cause and affect between the two, the sight of this had an effect on me, again making me forget about the time allotment.

Tiffany’s own hands were busy as well. One had moved up to press on the back of his head, holding his lips firmer against hers. Her other roamed across his back, her nails scratching at his t-shirt.

Jake’s hand slid up . . . trying to cover the front of her tit.

This Tiffany stopped.

Her hand pushed his away and guided it back to its original starting point.

Damn, he almost made it, I thought.

That was when I decided to call time.

Like his buddy, Jake moved away reluctantly.

Straightening herself and her shirt Tiff watched him move away, a glimmer of regret in her eyes.

In that moment she fascinated me. She was probably the most beautiful I had ever seen her. Her flushed features were soft, relaxed by a heat rolling through her. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling beneath the baggy t-shirt that offered a brief outline of her swollen, erect nipples atop her full breasts.

I wasn’t surprised to see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

What did surprise me was what I did.

In that instant, looking at my beautiful wife standing upon the threshold of arousal, I made a rash decision.

A very . . . rash . . . decision.

I’d read wife-watching stories. I’d watched MFM porn. And yes, I had thought about both involving Tiffany; toyed with the idea of watching her, or sharing her with another man. But I’d never thought it might actually happen.

Not until that instant.

Images of Tiffany being fucked by these two young men flashed before my eyes. They made the earlier stirring inside me roar into something more . . . something prominent . . . something demanding. Desperately I sought for an idea of how I could get it to happen. Looking at the boys I knew they’d be up for it with no more encouragement then the sound of a starting pistol. But Tiff . . . Tiffany was a different story. I couldn’t just blurt out the idea. Nor would a new challenge work, not for that. No, I needed something subtler . . . something cleverer . . . something sneakier.

I needed the little make-out sessions to continue with the hope that they’d follow a natural progression . . . even if I had to nudge them along.

Tiffany had obviously enjoyed herself, so she’d be open to the idea. I just needed to approach it . . . in . . . the . . . right . . . way.

It’s my fault! The thought struck me. I lost track of time! Jake obviously got more time than Chris. I honestly didn’t know if that was true, but I did know it was an opportunity.

“I’m bitez escort sorry, Chris. I messed up. I lost track of time and ended up giving Jake extra minutes,” I said, tapping my watch. “I really am sorry, Man.”

Now it was up to him. All he had to do was say something that didn’t make him sound like a whiney little bitch.

I held my breath.

“Well, that stinks,” he kind of sighed. “It was great though. Thanks, Tiffany.”

Yes! Great play Chris. I thought, turning my gaze to my beautiful wife.

“Hey, Hon, what would you say to letting Chris get even? One more little session shouldn’t hurt anything, right?”

“I- Uh- I guess not,” Tiffany stuttered, her expression uncertain.

“Great,” Chris cheered, moving toward the couch.

As he settled into position, Tiffany leaned back once more, her arms going around his shoulders. Chris lowered his lips to hers . . . pressing.

“He’s about five minutes short. So we’ll give him ten, then Jake can have five to even it out.” I said casually.

Tiffany’s body tensed. She suddenly tried to sit up. But Chris’ tongue pried past her lips . . . swirled against hers. Sighing quietly, she relaxed and her hand swung up to the back of Chris’ head to press his lips firmer to hers.

I glanced over to see Jake wearing a broad smile.

Again Chris started with his hand just below her ribs. But this time it only took him a second to slide it up and cup the bottom of her breast. He held it there for a long minute, just cradling the full mound, his fingers barely tensing. Then he gradually drew it upward, sliding it up millimeter . . . by . . . millimeter.

Watching his hand slowly crawl up my wife’s breast I realized I was holding my breath, mentally willing him to succeed.

And he nearly did.

But just as his hand covered her tit, Tiffany’s came down and pushed it away, guiding it back down to her ribs.

By the time hers returned to the back of his head, he was once again cupping the bottom of her breast. A moment later he changed tactics. Instead of trying to cover the front of her tit and fondle it, he simply ran his fingers up and across the mound, his fingertips scrapping at her through the t-shirt, pressing across her swollen nipple.

“Mmm,” Tiffany softly mewed.

The less direct approach seemed to elude her conscience, and she allowed him to continue for a couple minutes. He might have even gotten away with it for longer, except his exuberance got the better of him and he eventually covered her mound with his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

“Mmm,” Tiffany’s back arched, pressing herself into the clasp for a second even as she realized what was happening and her hand came down to push his away.

Undeterred he quickly returned to simply cupping her breast.

The ten minutes was almost up. My brain raced for some idea of how to continue the evening’s possibilities. I wasn’t sure what I could do and time was running out…

Time . . . Time . . . TIME! Of course, I thought. That’s the key. Time.

I waited until a total of 13 minutes had passed.

“Time.”

Previously Chris had pulled away from my wife as soon as I’d called it, almost as if he’d been afraid of reprimand if he didn’t. This time was different. This time he lingered, continuing to kiss Tiffany for a long moment after I’d spoken. And she didn’t push him away either. She simply sat there kissing him back, fingers in his hair and scratching at his back.

Eventually he did dislodge himself though. Climbing off the couch he took great strides to hide the bulge in his pants.

This time Tiffany didn’t bother pulling herself up or straightening her t-shirt. Instead she stayed in place, kind of laying back into the couch, her body soft . . . relaxed. Her eyelids were heavy. Her bottom lip quivered with her shallow breaths. Her t-shirt had shifted, pulled tighter over her breasts to provide a clearer outline of her swollen nipples.

Oh yea, she is getting hot, I congratulated myself. I hadn’t thought about it until then, but I realized that if my plan failed, I would at least get laid very well later.

Jake slid onto the couch, right up against her, his hand landing at the side of her breast. As he leaned in she grabbed at the back of his head and pulled him to her, raising her lips to his eagerly. Jake’s hand slid effortlessly to cup the bottom of her breast, his fingers tensing slightly.

“Mmm,” Tiffany mewed into their kiss.

Chris stood watching them, trying to conceal the obvious bulge in his pants, his face radiating lust.

I hadn’t bothered looking at my watch, I had no intention of actually timing anything from here on out. Instead I simply watched the pair make-out, their lips pressing together, their tongues swirling and swiping at one another.

Jake took another cue from his friend and instead of simply trying to outright cup my wife’s breast, he scratched at it through her top several times first. His fingers moved up . . . down . . . pressing . . . scrapping . . . side . . . to . . . side . . . exploring. Each swipe caused her pliant mound to shift slightly beneath her shirt, bringing her swollen nipple into ever clearer outline.

“Mmm. Mmm,” Tiffany mewed over and over. Her body slid down a little more, her back arching, lifting her chest.

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