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This chapter is one of those stories that grows out of examining a character while you are writing about them. I was indulging in a bit of ‘What would Kristie do,’ and this tale is the result. It was not planned from the beginning, but it fits nicely.

As always, please know that in this story, as with the rest of my works, I am not going for realism. I just try to achieve the plausibly ridiculous.

Cheers!

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THE BACKYARD MILF 3

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“Hey Colleen,” I heard a guy say to my mother, who was across the produce section from me. I looked up to see Scott West pushing a grocery cart toward my mother.

“Hello Scott. Good to see you,” I heard my mother reply. “Reggie,” she called to me quickly, “did you find any good tomatoes?”

“They all suck, Mom,” I replied. “Can we go with Romas? They at least look okay.”

“Sure, fine,” she said. Mom didn’t like Romas, but she hated wrinkly tomatoes more. She and Scott chatted quietly, but both kept their eyes on me as I walked over with the oblong tomatoes.

I looked in Scott’s cart. “When are you going to drink some decent beer?” I demanded. There were two cases of Bud Light in there.

“Listen, whippersnapper,” Scott replied, his voice pretending to have the high quaver of an eighty year old man, instead of the big, athletic dude he was. “I don’t cotton to you kids today and your stank-ass IPAs.”

“I drink gin, old man,” I laughed. “And I’m just saying, you might as well drink White Claw as this bilge water.”

“Hey!” Scott protested.

“Hey!” Mom protested too. “I like White Claw!”

Ouch.

“In fact, go get me a pack of the Black Raspberry White Claw, please,” she added.

Shit. I’ve got to pay more attention to what is in the fridge before I get myself in trouble… I turned and trudged away. I looked back and saw the two of them laughing at me and talking conspiratorially.

Fuck. Now I had to go to the other end of the store, and then walk back, across the whole fucking Publix, in public, with a box of White Claw in my hands. I felt like an eighteen year old girl.

Speaking of which, I rounded the corner to the beer and other sad beverages aisle, only to run into my obnoxious younger snitch of a neighbor, Sandy Hammond, who was grabbing a six pack of Miller.

Cluelessly, I asked, “Your parents drink Miller?”

She shot upright, yanking her hand free of the six pack. “Uh, yeah,” she replied.

You are a dumbass, Reggie, I thought. Of course her parents don’t drink Miller. Nobody drinks Miller… except probably Scott West and underage kids. She may have busted me when she was thirteen, but I was hardly going to bust her now.

I smiled and shrugged. “I hope you have a good ID,” I smirked, making it clear that I was above busting her. Then I had to throw away my overly mature high ground by picking up a twelve pack of Black Raspberry White Claw. I walked away, head held high. Own your losses, people.

*

I spent the next morning plotting a new way to spy on Kristie. She liked the spy pictures I had sent her, letting her know that I had seen her without her knowing, and I was pretty sure she had decided that I needed to send her more pictures… if I wanted any more appreciation. This was not a hardship. But it was a challenge.

I could have easily have stayed home and just spied on her at that moment, but the mornings were her work hours, and she had made it clear that I was not to do anything then. She was very good at her job and wanted no distractions, like showing off for her peeping tom.

I had photographed and videoed her from various locations in the back yard. It felt played out.

I thought about mounting a camera on the trellis or the fence, but explaining that to my parents if they discovered it would be the height of difficult. Besides, that way, it would be the camera watching Kristie, not me, and I would get no fun out of that!

It was ditto, if to a lesser extent, in the case of my drone. It felt more sexy, but was also impossible. Stealthy, those things were not.

Technology was not the answer, I felt.

I was contemplating hiding inside her house, which felt like an escalation I wasn’t ready for yet, when my phone buzzed. I was floating naked in our pool and paddled the floating chair over to the side where my phone was. My parents were both at work, and I had been enjoying a morning in the sun.

Kristie: Heads up. A co-worker from France has been here in the US for a week, and is extending her stay with a long weekend. She will be down here and staying with me. Please let’s suspend any play in my house and yard

There was a brief pause.

Kristie: Until she is gone

Me: Yes, ma’am! [Broken Heart Emoji]

Kristie: Go fuck someone your own age this weekend.

Me: Yes ma’am! {Eggplant Emoji]

Kristie: Whatever

Kristie: Just leave me alone until Patrice is gone. I don’t know if I’d have to explain you or share you…

I looked at that last text for a good while. My hand seemed bursa escort to feel like it ought to stroke my dick.

What was that last text supposed to even mean? She makes it clear that she wants me to back off, then she chums the waters like that?

Kristie was an incurable flirt. It was probably just her being her. But now she had made me curious about this Patrice person.

I started listening to anything I could hear from Kristie’s side of the fence. She was working in the backyard again that Wednesday. She wore a headset all workday, but I could sometimes hear her side of the conversation.

It was fairly boring stuff. It usually was, which was why I usually didn’t bother to listen. But then I heard something useful.

“Listen, Harold, I’ve been texting with Patrice this morning. I’m going to take a personal day Friday and make it a long weekend. I think I’ll take our south of France friend and show her Miami Beach at some point.” She suddenly barked a sharp, scandalized laugh. “You’re a pig, Harold! And don’t you wish.”

The beach…

Miami Beach is one of the few public beaches in America where women can go topless legally. There is even one stretch of it that is clothing optional. Was Kristie going to take her French colleague and get a little loose and free?

It was a delicious idea, but honestly, I doubted it. I knew she had a very freaky side, but virtually the rest of the world knew her as a sweet, conservative woman. Regardless, it was a very enchanting speculation.

And I had nothing to do over the weekend… Nothing was stopping me from going to the beach. And taking a trip would not be anything related to Kristie’s house or yard.

A few surreptitious pictures of her and this other woman on the beach, in whatever style of dress, would be just the kind of pervy, forbidden stuff to get Kristie revving hard when I sent them to her after the woman left.

This led to a number of challenges, though. Miami Beach is miles and miles long. I had no idea where they would go. Or when. I’d never tried tailing anyone before, and my car is brightly colored. I looked over at my keys, as I thought about my old, distinctly non-stealth SAAB. She’d make me for sure if I tried following her car to the beach.

Wait. I looked at my key ring.

Perhaps technology was the answer after all, I thought. I got out of the pool, wrapped a towel around my waist, and picked up the little electronic locater tag that helped me find my keys, wherever they were. I detached the tag from my key ring. Kristie parked her car in her driveway, not her garage…

So, I could find them, or at least where they parked. I just needed to send this little tag for a ride on or in her car.

I fired up my phone and did a little research on surreptitious photography…

*

Late Thursday afternoon, my father and I were tackling our latest project, weeding the lawn and beds in our front yard. I was beginning to realize that Dad and I had never done so many chores together in our lives. Despite his frequent, vociferous, and occasionally icktastic signals that he wanted me out of his house, he was taking every opportunity to spend time with me while I was still there. We both knew I’d never live with them again.

“Hello, Larry,” came a voice behind me as I leaned under a shrub to get some stubborn grass that wasn’t where it was supposed to be.

“Hey Mimi,” Dad replied, grunting as he sat up from the other side of the bush. “What’s got you out in the heat?”

“Oh, just a walk,” she replied easily. “You know me, I like to keep active! Oh. Hello, Reggie.”

I sat up as well. My body needed a break anyway. Mimi Taylor was a nice lady in her mid-40s. As usual, she wore baggy sweatpants and a loose cotton top. I had honestly never looked twice at her until my father’s randy teasing of me and my mom earlier in the summer. I had subsequently gotten a look at her in a bikini, and, well, I understood his using her for the tease.

I genuinely wasn’t interested, but I could understand.

“Hi, Mimi,” I said, still having to make an effort to call the adults in the neighborhood by their first names.

“Well,” Mimi said after a few more pleasantries, waving one of the hand weights she carried on her walk for an extra workout, “I’m off. See you next weekend, Larry.”

Dad hesitated. “Uh… Oh, the regular circuit party. That is next weekend?”

“I’ll bet he forgets his own birthday,” Mimi said to me. “Yes, Larry, I’m talking about the regular circuit party. What else? How about you, Reggie? Are you coming too, or are you too grown up for anything but the Senior Circuit now?”

“One last chance to swim in the Wades’ big pool? Wouldn’t miss it,” I said.

Just then, a strange black Honda pulled up in front of Kristie’s. We all naturally looked at it. I figured this might be Patrice’s Uber, delivering her for her mini vacation, and I was right. I carefully concealed that I had knowledge of who this visitor might be.

The woman who çanakkale escort got out of the car was about Kristie’s age, tall, dark brown haired, and very slender. She had brought only the one small roller bag, and was dressed in the height of business casual elegance, with high-waisted, pleated pants that made her look about 75 percent leg. She saw us all staring at her curiously, and she waved in friendly fashion. She had a nice smile.

We all waved back in that friendly wave suburbanites have, the one they give strangers that says, “Howdy! We are friendly, but we also will remember you well enough for a detailed description to the police if you try anything.” She nodded her head, and turned to roll her bag up to Kristie’s front door.

“What do you know,” Mimi said quietly to Dad. “Gaines has a visitor!” With a shrug, she headed off down the street. Dad asked my help back under the hedge, and I missed Patrice greeting Kristie and going inside her home.

I got up fairly early Friday morning, about 8:45. After my shower and breakfast, I was ready for the day. I wondered if they would go to the beach today or the next, but I was ready now, in case it was to be today. I wandered over to the living room, which is in the front of our house. I figured I would hang there and keep an eye out to see if and when they got going early.

I looked out the window.

Shit!

Kristie’s car was gone. Already.

I realized suddenly that ‘early’ for an unemployed grad student was quite different from ‘early’ for two women whose workdays were on British Standard Time. I checked my phone.

The tag showed that they were on their way toward the beach already!

I leapt off the couch and dashed upstairs. I changed into my planned beach attire, grabbed my special new bag, and ran out to my car, which was parked on the curb. In five minutes, I was off on the long drive to South Beach.

They got there more than half an hour before I arrived. That sucked somewhat, but it could not be helped. Actually, it was probably for the better, I considered. They would be relaxed and done examining their surroundings in detail. I parked in a lot half a mile north from where Kristie had left her car. Sitting in my SAAB, I applied my disguise. It mostly consisted of white zinc oxide sunscreen streaked over my face to distort its natural shape, a baggy Ohio State University teeshirt bought at the mall the day before, and a wide-brimmed hat. I looked like a sun-shy, midwestern tourist. Midwestern tourists come in two varieties: sun-shy, and lobster red. There would be hundreds of both types on the beach that day, and I wanted to blend in.

The beach where Kristie and Patrice had parked was way south of that one clothing-optional stretch I mentioned. I had certainly not expected that they would end up there, but I had still entertained fantasies…

Ah, well.

The stretch they did choose was fairly crowded, I was glad to see. There is anonymity in numbers. I wandered down the beach, looking for Kristie.

The crowd along most of South Beach is not the unending stream of bronze, topless models the Chamber of Commerce would want you to think. Most women are with their families, and are ordinary-looking (at best). And fully clothed… for the beach.

There are exceptions to that last bit. Most of those topless exceptions are not… enchanting. But a few were. A few were very enchanting. It was a good chance to use the remote camera I had installed in the new large beach bag I had bought. I appeared to all the world as if I had my head down over my phone, playing Clash of Clans or whatever as I wandered. But the camera relayed via Bluetooth to my phone in real time, and I was able to get some great shots of a few young women who were using the beach to its fullest.

I was ‘wandering aimlessly’ after passing the vicinity of one particularly stacked sunbather. I had taken of her from a number of angles, and got so distracted reviewing them that I almost disastrously walked right into Kristie and Patrice!

They never noticed me as I veered off in the water’s direction.

It was an easy matter to pause, look at some birds, and swing the bag back toward the women. Kristie had chosen to wear a bikini, if not a particularly daring one. Her bottoms were white boy shorts with a red belt, and the top was a fairly full-coverage red number with wide straps. On her crazy body, it looked like an advertisement for sex, at least to me.

Patrice was nicely tanned, and indeed quite willowy. She wore a one-piece that was nevertheless more daring than Kristie’s. It was jet black, cut very high at the hips, and the ‘neckline’ dropped to her navel. She was small-breasted, but on her slender body, they looked perfect.

A number of great photos went into my phone.

I wandered along past them. I was about to turn around and head back toward them when I got distracted for a minute by another rare example lying flat on her back, enormous tits bare to the sun. I winced for çankırı escort her a little as I took a picture or two. She had serious tanlines, and I could already see the pale portions of those luscious mounds turning pink. It was going to be an uncomfortable sunburn for the busty woman.

I wanted to say something–to warn her. But come on, what was I going to say? “Hi there! I was just staring at your tits closely and I think you have the beginnings of a sunburn?” Things would end up more painfully embarrassing for me than the sunburn was going to be for her. Or so I told myself.

I turned and walked back toward my focus of interest. The two co-workers were lying on huge beach towels, propped up on low, portable backrests, soaking up the sun. They might have been asleep, except I could see their mouths move as they chatted away. I took several absolutely lovely shots. Some framed Patrice in the middle, but most obviously centered on Kristie. The women were completely unaware of me, and the pictures had the vaguely creepy, voyeuristic quality I wanted.

Satisfied, I walked on.

It was too bad, really. I had had some hopes that Kristie’s French colleague might have led her into a little topless time, but the pictures I had gotten would do the trick, nevertheless. I could show Kristie in a few days that I had well and truly observed her in sexy circumstances without her knowledge. She would love it.

I paused.

What made this all so hot was… pushing it.

I turned and walked back, finally pulling out my towel and seating myself on the other side of Kristie from where I had taken the pictures, with a family of three almost directly between us. Almost. I set down my bag, carefully pointed right back at the women. From this vantage, I was looking at them from an angle, with their feet closer to me than their heads. I shifted the bag idly, moving them perfectly into frame.

I took several more excellent pictures. But those were for later.

I set the camera to record video and let it run. Then I chose one of the best shots I had taken earlier, from the other direction and clearly further away. I took a deep breath, and texted it to Kristie. Time to let her know that she was being watched, but couldn’t catch me.

I saw her stir at the buzz of the phone. But she just ignored it. I sent her a second picture I had chosen.

She frowned lightly, and reached for the phone. I hoped to god that Patrice wouldn’t be curious enough to lean over and look, but little, genuine risks like that got me revved, I was coming to learn. She just lay there, eyes behind her shades.

Kristie’s own eyes widened and she swiftly shot a glance off in the direction that those pictures had clearly been taken from. Then she stopped herself and looked away. She shook her head and smiled a little to herself, laying back with just the tiniest shiver.

“Who was that? A problem at the office?” Patrice asked idly.

“No! I have them all on ignore this weekend,” Kristie replied. “Just a friend.”

“A boyfriend?” The frenchwoman asked teasingly.

“Ha! I have no boyfriend,” she laughed. “Creepy stalkers are all I rate these days.”

Patrice heaved a gallic sigh. “Ah well. Perhaps they are cute creepy stalkers. Those are the best kind.”

Kristie shook her head and paused. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top! She looked around significantly, seeking but not finding me in the distance, then lifted it up over her head and set it aside before relaxing back.

Fuck, those were nice tits.

Patrice noticed the change. “Alors! I thought you were American!” she snorted nonchalantly.

Kristie shrugged, perhaps more scenically than necessary. “It’s allowed on this beach.”

“Ha! Well I am not sure it that will get you a boyfriend, or just more stalkers, but it is a start!” With that, Patrice also reached behind her head. She tugged the strap up and over her head and let the front of her suit drop down to her waist. She rolled it up tightly and tucked it in. Her breasts were delicate, as I said, but deliciously sweet. Her nipples were dark and round, and just a bit perky in the breeze. She was delicious, but I remained focused on Kristie next to her.

The mother of the small family between us was low-level scandalized. I guessed that she had chosen this little patch of beach because of its former absence of naked tits. Now her husband was being treated to a Grade A Prime fifteen feet from them.

After a minute or so to capture the two of them settling back in their new display, I stopped recording the video, having gotten the action I had prayed for but not really expected. Kristie liked being watched, and now that she knew that she was, she was clearly getting turned on. Her nipples were hardening just a touch. I hoped she liked the extra attention she was getting from the husband who was between us, partially screening me.

I took several zoomed in shots of Kristie, even a few ultra-closeups of her perky nipples.. Then I zoomed out again to take in both of them and restarted the video recording.

After a minute or so, Kristie looked around again, still not focusing on me. Was my disguise working this well! I clearly wasn’t staring her way, my face was resolutely on my phone and I was turned away from her toward the sea.

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Betsy didn’t sleep well she was nervous and excited about today. Mike was happy the day finally arrived. They took showers, Betsy dressed in her long top and put panties on but left off her bra.

“Mike, I want to go to MGM before I need to go to the Cannabis club.”

“Okay we will go to breakfast at little Georges and have lunch at MGM after you play the slots for a while.” Mike knew she has panties on, he could see the outline of them as she moved around, but he didn’t say anything.

“I am pleased with myself for the small victory. I got away with panties on without Mike’s knowledge and he consented to take me to MGM.” She thought with a smile.

The couple left town a little after eight and went to Little Georges. They left there at nine-thirty.

“Remove your panties and you will have to leave your top unbuttoned completely to go to the MGM, for trying to trick me.”

“Oh you, I thought I got away with something.” Betsy stated laughingly as she removed her panties, gave them to her husband and then unbuttoned her top completely when they parked in the MGM parking garage.

Before Mike exited the car he looked at the gusset of her panties it was soaking wet with her arousal. The panties confirmed that the lovely scent in the car was his wife’s arousal. Mike opened the door for his wife and she gave him his tip the sight of her lovely engorged pussy lips with a with a hint of her pink slit as she exited the vehicle.

Betsy played the slots for an hour; it was difficult to keep her modesty with her long top unbuttoned. After ten minutes of distracted play. She decided to concentrate on the slots, she let it all hang out. She lost all the money she gotten from the six young men in that time. Mike had to pay for their lunch, before they set out for Northampton. They arrived at exactly two PM.

Everyone anxiously awaited Betsy’s arrival and was surprised when she walked in nude. Mike parked in the enclosed courtyard, and she decided to leave her top in the car. Her reasoning for this was no one will know what she wore into the club.

The group traipsed into the dressing room:

Vance immediately started to give orders. “Hi Betsy, we need to finish making your lovely star presentable, please get on your knees on the table and spread your legs.” The nude model compiled without any hesitation. He applied the gel. To properly do this he probed her anus intimately. The product tingled her brown star. All present watched the procedure to the dismay of the mature model. “We will let that work while I do your hair and put a non-smudge lipstick on her nipples.”

“Vance did a marvelous job with my hair; too bad I will have the mask on, which will hide my hair style. He applied red non smear lip gloss to my nipples to make them stand out.” She thought as she looked at her nipples in the mirror. “It looks like I have headlights!”

Vance brought Betsy out of her reverie. “We will go to the table again on your knees and I will wipe off the gel.” He took liberties with the naked woman’s intimate areas when he washed off the gel. Betsy could feel him use the cloth to insert his finger in her back door. “Need to make sure I have all the gel off, so you don’t become irritated back here.” He stated as a reason to abuse her back door. “Ah now you look perfect back here. Betsy, look you have a perfect stain free star now.” Vance explained as he retrieved a mirror, so the naked woman could see his handy work.

“Well, I never paid much attention to the looks of my bottom before, but I guess you did a good job it is lily white now.”

Mike without thought of the consequences spoke up. “Betsy, Vance did a great job your opening is a pristine white now which looks like a starfish.”

“What is that supposed to mean Mike my back door is more inviting now that Vance worked on it. I don’t allow you in there anyway that is only an exit.” She declared with a hint of embarrassment and anger.

Vance interceded. “Betsy I am done back here can you lay on your back now so I can finish, it is almost time for you to be out in the meeting room.”

She rolled over onto her back. Vance, set up the stirrups, helped Betsy put her feet in the stirrups, spread her legs wide, and applied the non-smudge lip gloss to her pussy lips. He brought a mirror to her to show her his work. Betsy was engrossed in the sight of her pussy as she rarely gets a glimpse of her lady lips.

“Boy now I know why men want to see a woman spread. My vaginal area is intriguing a little lip gloss brings out the shape of them. They stand out now framed between my legs.” She expressed with a delighted smile.

“Yes, I had Vance do that so your vaginal area will be the focal point when you’re on the couch spread.” Greg took the credit diyarbakır escort for the lip gloss on her pussy lips.

Five to eleven Betsy was ready to go into the meeting room. Julia handed the model her mask and the staff which looks like a javelin. Betsy made sure the mask was on properly. The troupe walked out into the meeting room. Betsy noted all around the room there were large signs that stated. “No Photos to be taken. If caught the person will be ejected from the room without a refund.” She climbed onto the raised platform, took her place on the couch in her exposed position, legs spread wide, and one hand on the staff. The platforms movement was hardly noticed it rotated so slow.

A few minutes later the doors opened and like the floodgates of humanity the people entered.

Betsy observed “There are mostly men coming through the door with only about twenty or so women to the hundreds of men.” She noted in thought. “Women will be more critical of my naked body than men are.” She came to the realization. “I rather men see me naked and spread than women.” Betsy’s gaze fell upon the superintendent of her school district who she knows well as he entered the room. “I hope Gordon doesn’t recognize me.” She thought in horror.

To Betsy’s alarm he walked right up to the naked woman, leaned on the rail, and gazed at her as if he was trying to place something but then walked away as the platform rotated away from his position. Gordon spotted Mike and walked over to him. “Hi, your name is Mike Ford, you’re Betsy’s husband. Am I correct?”

“Why yes and how do you know my wife?” Mike asked with an embarrassed look on his face because he recognized the man’s face but couldn’t remember his name.

“I used to teach with her, now I am the Administer of the school system in Pittsfield.”

“Oh, right your Gordon Daly. I didn’t know you came to shows like this?” Mike regretted the statement after it came out of his mouth

“Well, I was thinking the same thing, Mike. Betsy doesn’t seem like a woman that would let you come to a show like this.” Gordon recounted which caused Mike concern. “Oh, and where is Betsy she come with you?”

“No, I dropped her off at the mall and then I came here.” Mike lied and Gordon could see he was fibbing, by his body language.

Now Gordon walked back over to the naked model on the dais, leaned on the rail as she came around. He studied her naked features, Gordon had an image in his head of Betsy clothed, now he was trying to transition it to match the naked woman on the platform. The massive ring on her finger was another clue to the identity of the lovely woman spread for his viewing enjoyment.

Gordon remembered how on her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary she flaunted the ring as she stated. “My husband had this made for me it is one of a kind.” Betsy stated with excitement.

“That ring on your finger looks like one of a kind.” Gordon said to the nude woman as he covertly pulled out his phone and took a photo of the ring and of her as the platform rotated toward him. He disregarded the signage, he wanted photographic evidence to show Betsy.

Betsy was shaken by his comments. She didn’t see him snap photos with his phone. It was time for her to circulate and converse with the patrons. She said little as possible in hopes that Gordon wouldn’t recognize her voice as he remained close to her on her travels.

She fielded questions from each group.

“Have you done this before.”

Which her answer was “No”

“Why did you consent to do this?”

“It was on my bucket list.” Was the only answer Betsy could come up with?

“Would you do it again.?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” The naked woman was asked.

“Because my husband likes to see me naked in front of groups.”

“So, you do this for your husband and not for yourself?”

“Well in reality I don’t mind being naked in public. My husband recognized by exhibitionist tendencies before I was ready to acknowledge it.” She finally admitted out loud.

“You have a lucky husband.” One of the older men in the group stated as he looked at the clothed older woman next to him. She blushed and hit him in the arm.

Betsy smiled at the woman that was about her age. “Try modeling nude you may like it and I know your husband will.”

With the little interaction Betsy had with the patrons and the ring on her finger Gordon had good reason to believe Betsy was the nude model. He wants to make certain his theory is correct. If she is the nude model, he doesn’t know how he will use this information to his advantage yet or if he wants to. Time will tell.

Betsy became immensely comfortable with her exposure within the first forty minutes of her total exposure. She had become so excited you could see moisture on her pussy lips when she was spread. “Good thing the lip gloss on my pussy is non smear or it would look like my edirne escort period is running down my legs.” She thought in horror as she rubbed her pussy lips covertly with her fingers as the patrons watched.

Greg was pleased with his model’s performance. “Betsy is a natural she loves to be nude in front of a group. I picked a winner for this show.” Greg thought with satisfaction.

While Betsy was in her exposed position many of the patrons discussed her naked features in glorious terms. “Her lady lips are engorged she is excited to be spread in front of us.” One man whispered to his friend.” I wish my wife would have the courage to pose as this model does.” Another man whispered. “Look she is very excited you can see moisture escaping her vaginal lips.

There were also the patrons that just looked at the exposed woman in amazement. “She is totally exposed for our visual pleasure but looks so innocent in her exposure.”

Mike was pleased his wife enjoyed being nude in public. The time went by quickly and before Betsy knew it seven PM arrived, and time for her to leave. She walked to the dressing room, amazed how tired she was. Betsy waited impatiently for her husband to get there so they could leave.

“I will remove the lip gloss on your nipples and vaginal lips if you like before you leave, Betsy?” Vance told the nude woman.

“No, I like the look and maybe I can tease Mike on the way home.” She said with a giggle as an afterthought she asked. “Will the gloss come off on my clothes?”

“No, here is some cream to use. Have your husband put this on your breast and vagina a few minutes before you take a shower. Your regular body wash will remove the gloss after you use the cream.”

“Well Betsy, will you be back tomorrow?” Greg asked but already knew the answer.

“Yes, of course. I had a wonderful time. Although I was very nervous to begin with.” Betsy stated as she took the five one-hundred-dollar bills handed to her.

Julia helped Betsy remove her mask. “You did a great job Betsy. I couldn’t be up there naked and spread in front of so many people as you are. You’re very courageous!”

“Thanks, it was fun.” The nude woman said.

Mike was stopped by Gordon as he went toward the dressing room. “Say hi to Betsy when you see her, Mike.” He gave Mike a knowing smile. To cement his theory that Betsy was the nude model he watched as Mike entered the dressing room.

“Mike where have you been?” Betsy asked.

Not wanting to alarm his wife he said. “I was conversing with a few people and didn’t realize it was time to go. They said the model was beautiful, very comfortable nude, and spread. They wished their wives were as comfortable nude as you are.”

“You didn’t tell them I’m your wife did you Mike?” Betsy asked in a panic.

“Of course, not my dear.” He said as the couple exited into the courtyard and Mike opened the door for his naked wife to enter the vehicle.

She sat on the seat; legs spread. “What do you think, do I have an engaging pussy?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because I didn’t realize how much a naked woman with her legs spread is worshipped until I saw the way the men and some women looked at me when I am totally exposed. Mike I am glad you brought me to this point, so I can enjoy being naked in front of people. I love the free feeling.” Betsy stated as she swung into the passenger’s seat.

She leaned against the door comfortable in her nudity and started to rub her pussy lips together for her husband’s viewing pleasure. She closed her eyes to take a cat nap as she strummed her clit leisurely.

Mike had a difficult time with the control of the vehicle while he watched his wife play with her pussy. When they exited the city Mike put the car on dynamic cruise control so he could pay more attention to his wife diddling her pussy.

Mike was content to look at his wife’s naked charms until she opened her eyes.

“What are you looking at Mike?” The nude woman asked with a smile.

“My beautiful wife. It should be illegal for a beautiful woman as you to wear clothes.”

“Yah, I bet you stay that to all the naked ladies!”

“No, only to you!” After some thought he continued. ” Betsy, you told me I am a pervert because I want you to show your body and spread yourself, so everyone sees your beauty. Do you still feel that way?”

“No Mike, you took the rap for me because I couldn’t admit that I like to show off as I did today so everyone can see all of me.”

“You felt guilty for wanting to be nude in public because of your upbringing. Has that changed after today?”

In a husky moan. “Yes, it has, I had a good time showing off in a safe environment? OOOOOOHHH I am cumming!” Betsy stated as she rubbed her pussy vigorously for her first orgasm on the trip home. She lay comatose for a few minutes to enjoy her cum.

Mike took in the lovely woman spread in edirne escort bayan front of him. “I am the luckiest man live.” He thought.

“Boy did I need that! You can’t believe how horny showing my pussy made me today.” Betsy giggled with her fingers still in her honey pot. “I’m still horny my sensual circuits are on overload I had so many people seeing me naked.” She plunged three fingers in her honeypot as she concentrated on another orgasm. “I-I-I’m-m-m cummmmmiiinnng agaaaaaiiiinn!”

Mike divided his attention between the road and his wife as she came for the second time in less than thirty minutes. It shocked him that she could bring herself off in such a short time.

“Do you want to stop at the diner up the road apiece?”

“Um yes” Betsy moaned breathlessly.

“Get dressed then.” Mike told his naked wife.

Betsy struggled into her long top and secured a few buttons to make herself semi-presentable just as Mike pulled into the parking lot. He walked around and opened the door. Betsy has become accustomed to this service. She returned the favor and gave her husband a pussy show when she exited the vehicle for his viewing enjoyment.

The couple walked arm-in-arm into the establishment. The long top opened almost to her pussy as she walked. Mike was oblivious to the clientele of the diner, but Betsy recognized a few of the patrons as ones that were at the show. At this time she was upset she never took off the lipstick on her nipples and lady lips. Betsy will have to be careful she doesn’t have a nip slip or shows her pussy in this place. Because she surmised. “The young men were at the shallow end of the gene pool; they may put two and two together to arrive at twenty-two! She snickered in thought.

The couple ordered their meal, they conversed between themselves as one of the patrons came over. “I have never seen you in here before. You from around here?”

“We are from Pittsfield. Coming from the Mall, thought we would take a different route home today.” Mike stated with anxiety in his voice.

“Pretty lady you seem familiar, but I can’t place you.” The young man stated as he looked from her face to the massive ring on her finger. He stopped at her breast when he saw a flash of red from her areola.

“Well, I may have a double around here someplace that’s what everyone tells me we all have a double on this earth.” Betsy said with a nervous smile.

“Yah right.” The young man mused as he went back to his friends, he whispered something to his friends Mike and Betsy couldn’t hear.

What was said out of hearing range was. “That was the woman that was nude at the Cannabis Club. I saw her nipple it was red, and she had on this big ring on her finger like the woman at the club. I know it’s her!”

Betsy had a feeling three of the men concentrated their gaze on her pussy like they were trying to take a mental picture of her lady lips, as the turntable passed the place on the rail they were stationed. They would come over and stare at her each time she was spread out on the couch.

They hurried to eat their dinner when it was served. Betsy paid and they left.

“That was a close call,” Betsy proceeded to tell Mike about them. “They looked at my pussy the entire time I was in my exposed posture. They were the only ones that creeped me out!”

Betsy had two more orgasms on the road home. It was a four-orgasm trip home and Mike became horny as he watched his wife diddle her pussy.

Betsy entered the house removed the top and went into the den, it was getting dark, but she didn’t think to close the blinds. When Mike walked into the den his wife was spread out in all her naked glory.

“If you see anything you like my dear go for it, I’m exhausted.” Betsy said as she slowly diddled her pussy. “I’m warming your treat for you Mike. Come and get or is that when you get it you will cum!” She chuckled at her play on words.

Well Mike didn’t need an engraved invitation, he dropped his board shorts and plowed right into his wife’s dripping pussy. Mike waited all day to get relief from his built-up passion. He watched his wife show the patrons her honey pot. Mike’s fantasy became reality today, he is the lucky one he gets to take the lady home and make love to her. Try as he might, he couldn’t stall the inevitable. He blew his load deep in his wife’s pussy. “OOOHHH Betsy you were great today!” Mike moaned, he was disappointed he couldn’t last longer.

Betsy could feel Mike’s baby makers blasting into her womb. “I’m cumming again!” The surprised woman screamed.

The exhausted couple slid onto the floor still coupled, Mike rolled onto his back and his wife on top of him. They rested for a few minutes, Betsy rolled off Mike and he helped his wife to her feet. They took a shower together to save water, after Mike applied the cream to her breast, and pussy, Betsy cleaned off the lip gloss. The couple helped each other dry off, they went to bed nude and watched TV until the eleven o’clock news was over.

Sleep came swiftly to the contented but exhausted couple!

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Fair warning to readers new to this series: I don’t bother with much in the way of recaps usually, and this story is no exception. You can certainly enjoy it on its own, but it will make a lot more sense (I think), if you were to start with Chapter 1. Regardless, as always, do not hold your breath for realism in my work. I aim to be plausibly ridiculous.

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A REPUTATION 5: LOCKED OUT

Post-threesome ice cream with my two, um, co-conspirators was fun, but a little weird. Having a casual, get-to-know-you chat over ice cream with two near strangers whose anatomy I now knew in extreme detail was slightly surreal. Jenna was a History major whose main academic goal outside her major was to never take another Math course in her life. Katie studied Journalism, but was becoming disenchanted with the field, and was tossing around a shift in majors to Television Production.

In short I had vanishingly little in common with the two of them, other than a mutual commitment to do this all again sometime soon…

It was odd, being a human merit badge.

I was not complaining.

*

Once I had extricated myself from the ice cream shop and my lovely new rumor fuel, I sauntered back toward my dorm. I still had homework, but I beginning to suspect a nap was in my future first. The sun felt good on my face as I ambled back, cutting across an open field that was likely going to be a new dorm, if the fund-raising campaign ever got organized. I got distracted by my internal review of the last few delirious hours and almost got run over when I drifted unaware through an Ultimate Frisbee game. A few angry shouts sent me into a quick sprint to clear the area.

Whew, that little sprint tired me out. Yeah, even after a triple scoop of ice cream, my energy levels were low. I needed that nap to digest and refuel. I hoped Mitch would be elsewhere, not waiting to pester me with supernaturally quick intelligence about my latest episode for the rumor mill.

He was blessedly absent from the room and I collapsed face down on my bed. The curtains the school provides are pathetic at blocking out light during the middle of the day, but I was asleep in moments anyway.

I awoke almost two hours later, clear-headed and energetically refreshed, but with cricks in my neck and back that I had to spend ten minutes stretching to work out.

Still no Mitch, which was a blessing but curious. It was almost dinner time, and my friend seldom missed a meal. I waited around for a bit, not feeling like texting to see where he was, and did some homework while I waited. Almost half an hour after we usually went to eat, there was still no Mitch. I shrugged and went down on my own.

I winced a little in anticipation of the reaction when I showed myself in the dining hall, having just a few hours ago done the Walk of Fame (sure as hell not Shame!) with two girls, heading out of the dorm. I was pleasantly surprised to find that while I got a lot of side-eye, most people in the dorm seemed content to let me have some space.

There were still giggles.

One table of dudes were trying to hide a general expression of what looked like awe. That was not injurious to my self-image…

After I finished eating, I really needed to get some more work done, so I headed out to the third-floor catwalk atop the dorm and did some reading. I did not really classify this as Studying On A Saturday Night, as the sun was still up, and most fun had yet to commence. It was deserted up there, and while the setting did put it into my mind to go see what Cassie was planning that evening, I decided against that.

After all, how much sex can one guy manage in a single day?

But I was tempted…

Anyway, I did manage to completely catch up in Industrial Design, and make a dent in my Circuits backlog. Since my Sunday plans included a Russian study session with Elaine, I had a good chance of actually being caught up in everything by the start of Monday classes.

With that happy thought, and the fading light, I grabbed my books and headed back down the stairs briskly toward my room to throw on a fresh shirt, brush my hair, and head out for the evening, looking for fun.

I was just about to card my way into my dorm room when I realized I was staring at Captain America, pointing at me in that Uncle Sam “I Want You” pose from his picture, which was on our door.

The signal was on our door.

The signal was on our door, and I was on the outside of it.

The question had not been, what had Mitch been up to, but who had Mitch been up to!

Right, fucking on, Mitch! And at only 7:30 in the evening! He had moved fast.

Only 7:30 in the evening. Looks like I was locked out with no prep, and an armful of textbooks, for the rest of the evening. It better be at least most of the evening. I was going to be very disappointed if my man was not good for a nice, long effort.

And if they made noise and found a crowd waiting çorum escort for them in the hall when Mitch finally took down Captain America, all of them thinking it was me in there… Bwahahaha.

Meanwhile, however, I had an armload of criminally expensive textbooks to find something to do with. They weren’t going to be stolen or anything, but I couldn’t afford to lose them or have them damaged. As in, literally could not afford that. My bank account was in parlous condition as it was. I barely had enough money for my Coke habit–My Coca-Cola habit.

The kitchen was closed now, and had been for more than an hour, but the dining area was never locked. It would be deserted and virtually no-one went in there this time of night, so I decided to just dump my books in a back corner in there and get them in the morning.

Surprisingly, the motion-sensitive lights were already on in there when I entered. At a table against one wall, a small group of my dorm-mates from the first floor were sitting and laughing. An open and a still sealed twelve-pack of beer sat on the floor. There were red solo cups in front of each, with another in the middle of the table. Quarters lay scattered about.

“Hey,” I waved, pausing for but a moment. Then I moved to drop off my books as I had planned.

“Will, what are you up to?” asked Stu Edwards, from his seat at the table.

“I’m just stashing my books in here until later,” I said, setting them down in the corner.

“Huh?” asked Tonya, one of the three girls at the table.

I looked up sheepishly. “Mitch is using the room…”

All five of them, three girls and two guys, just looked at me for a solid ten seconds, before Stu burst into laughter, followed by the rest of them. “You are on the outside of the door tonight, huh?” he laughed.

If there is one thing I have learned about myself through all this, it is that I can own an embarrassing situation. I shrugged. “What can I say? Mitch is a machine.”

I looked at their faces. Honestly a hang-out for an evening was exactly what I needed. “But while The Machine works, I’m at loose ends. Would you guys mind if I joined the game?”

“Sure,” both Stu and one of the girls, I remembered her name was Tonya, said simultaneously. The other guy, Freddie Robinson, and one of the other girls, Yolanda, seemed less happy, but said nothing. I took what I could get.

“So we are playing Quarters?” I asked as I sat.

“Yeah, and you are behind,” Freddie said, challengingly. He grabbed a fresh can of beer, cracked it and shoved it toward me. “Catch up,” he added, challengingly.

I amiably picked up the can and lifted it to drink.

One gulp in and the others were chanting, “Chug!” I obliged. They had been playing for a while. If I wanted to join, I did have an obligation.

Note that they were not chanting, ‘Drink!’ Every college apparently has its own house rules for Quarters. I learned the game as having only a few serious requirements. Each player, in turn, tried to bounce the Quarter into the center cup. If they succeeded, they indicated another player who had to consume a slug of beer. The successful player got another turn to bounce the quarter in, and could keep going as long as they kept hitting the cup. When they missed, the turn rotated. Any player caught pointing their finger was also required to consume. And any player who used the word Drink, in any of its noun, verb, adjectival, gerundic, participle, or whatnot forms, had to consume triple.

I slammed the empty beer down on the table, and tried and failed to belch theatrically. There were good-natured cheers from all the other players, except Freddie.

It may shock you to hear that my recent Reputation was not making me a favorite of all people, especially many guys. Or… I guess… it may not shock you.

Apparently, Freddie was not among my fans. I had missed that fact before this point, but you live and learn.

I grabbed a chair and slid to a seat in the nearest gap, putting me next to Stu, and opposite Freddie, with Tonya to my left, Danielle Smith beyond her, and Yolanda on the other side of Stu.

Danielle reached over and grabbed a quarter lying on the table, handing it to me. “Stu just missed. Your turn.”

“Hey, he just sat down!” Freddie objected. I would have objected too.

“He just slammed a whole beer without batting an eyelash,” Tonya shot back. “He’s earned his place in the rotation.”

“It was a pretty impressive chug,” Danielle added.

“Yeah, who knew Will had hidden talents,” Tonya giggled. Yolanda giggled too.

I rolled my eyes. I had never had any illusions that my Reputation was not known to everyone at the table, but I wanted to act for an evening as if it wasn’t the elephant in the room. I grabbed the quarter, lined it up carefully, and missed by six inches.

Shit. It had been a while. Apparently, I sucked at Quarters again, like I had early my freshman year.

The denizli escort rest of the group was not much better. The first time around, Danielle got one hit, shooting her elbow out toward Yolanda, indicating that she had to consume, and Freddie got one in, immediately saying, “Suck it, Will.” Other than that, this was not shaping up to be an epic night of consumption. Conversation was flowing again quickly after my arrival, and I found myself enjoying this accidental encounter immensely. It was good to just be another guy for the first time in a while.

Even the innuendo was pretty tame, for the most part, though Tonya made more effort than the others to feature me in any double-entendres.

After her third miss in a row, followed by a loud taunt by Stu, Yolanda looked at him and almost yelled, “I am going to get you so drunk by the…” Whether she cut herself off, or the rest of us gleefully yelling that she had said The Word did it, Yolanda’s americano-colored face blanched. “Shit,” she grumbled. We all counted gleefully as she poured and consumed three first-seam measures from her Solo cup.

“Got you,” Tonya said gleefully. Apparently, Yolanda had been getting off lightly to this point. But Tonya punctuated her glee with a fist to the table, followed by a triumphant gesture…

Yolanda just smiled back and replied, “I believe you just pointed at me.”

Things proceeded, and I started to get a feel for the bounciness of the table we were using. I sank a quarter. Looking around, I decided that since Freddie did not seem to like me, it must be because of thirst, so I invited him to consume. He did so with ill grace. I could not hit a second shot, and it was Tonya’s turn. She sank her first bounce and immediately shot her elbow out at Freddie as well.

“Oh come on,” he grumbled, but smiled and took another hearty swallow.

Danielle went next, and she too hit the cup. Freddie again. He didn’t smile this time. She hit a second time, and since she couldn’t choose someone twice in a row, she made Stu consume. He did so, loudly saying that it was about time, and he was thirsty.

Freddie missed right off, to much razzing.

Yolanda picked up a quarter, and looked at Stu. “Stu says he’s thirsty, girls,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him. “What say we help him out?” With that little innuendo, she stared at him instead of the cup as she bounced her quarter.

Yolanda had not hit a shot all night, so going no-look was not going to make a difference.

And of course, she bounced the coin in so perfectly, the cup barely rattled. Everybody freaked, especially Yolanda. She was babbling with glee. Freddie cut her off with an impatient, “Who’s your target then, Y?”

She giggled again, then leaned onto the table, cupping her chin in a hand and looked at Stu, batting her eyes again. Then she shot her elbow out to indicate Freddie had to drink.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Freddie shouted. He slammed back an over-sized pour, gathered himself, and stood up. “That’s it. I’ve got to meet up with Davis later. I’m going to go find him now before you assholes make me too drunk to manage it.”

“Oh wait, Freddie. We’re sorry,” Danielle said weakly as he not quite stormed out of the room. But neither she, nor anyone else moved any more assertively to dissuade him from leaving. When he was gone, his fellow first floor dwellers just looked at each other and shrugged. I was not really clued into the whole first floor social scene, it was somewhat separate from the rest of the house for whatever reason, but apparently Freddie was not its most popular resident… There was no awkward or regretful pause at his departure. Even Danielle seemed to have just been being polite.

The game progressed, and Stu and I gradually got the hang of the bounce. We then did what guys do, and started choosing the girls exclusively as our victims. When one of them hit, they always chose one of us, but we guys were hitting a lot more. We all were consuming our share though.

I hit, and chose Tonya. Then I hit, and chose Danielle. Then I hit a third time in a row, looked at Yolanda, then chose Tonya again with an evil grin.

“Oh come on! I just did!” she protested, looking just bit woozy. I was about to relent, when she said, “How about a kiss instead? Please?” She tried to look pleading at me, but her mouth broke out into a big grin, displaying her gleaming teeth, especially the oddly tilted front one that didn’t stand in formation with the rest of her perfectly aligned chompers.

“What?” I asked, bemused.

“I really don’t want to drink again so soon,” she said soberly. Or, in an attempt at soberly.

I laughed. “I’d take you up on it, but I don’t know if I could unilaterally change the rules.”

“Oh for Chrissakes, Will. Just let her kiss you so we can move on and she doesn’t throw up,” Stu scoffed. No one else said anything.

I shrugged.

Tonya pushed up out of her seat, leaned over, then stopped. She looked düzce escort at me, and blushed. She looked down at her cup on the table. Then she planted her lips on mine softly and gave me a gentle, chaste, and quite delightful, though short kiss. Then she shrieked in embarrassment and sat back down.

Given what my life had become recently, I found the whole moment to be remarkably enchanting.

Then I missed my next shot.

Tonya missed too, as did Danielle and Yolanda. Stu hit and chose Yolanda.

She reached for the cup, but paused as she stifled a burp. She looked at Stu. “Same deal?” She asked, quite shyly.

Stu looked stunned, actually. He hesitated, and I thought he might actually chicken out.

“Okay, new full-time rule for the evening,” I interjected swiftly. “Anyone who is selected to consume may offer a kiss in place of doing so. If the person who just hit the cup agrees, they can avoid consuming.”

“If the person agrees?” Stu asked, momentarily distracted from Yolanda.

“I put that in so the next time I choose you, you won’t try to offer to kiss me,” I scoffed.

We all laughed, but then Danielle sternly coughed and said, “Get on with it!”

Yolanda smiled, turned, and leaned over to kiss Stu. It looked like they both meant to make it a quick peck on the lips, but could not quite manage to stop it at that… When they did break it off, they both looked away from each other.

Stu hit again and instantly chose me. I looked at him quellingly, and he just smiled, “I just wanted to make we were on the same page.”

I wanted to flip him off, but most people count that as pointing, so I just sipped my punishment.

When my turn came, I hit my first bounce and pumped my fist. “Inebriation time, Danielle,” I crowed.

She just looked at me, clasped her hands and mockingly begged. “New rule? You aren’t going to make me actually drink, are you?”

I smiled evilly. “I’ll gladly take the kiss for getting the quarter in the cup, but I do believe you just said The Word.”

“Shit!” wailed Danielle. “Four kisses then?” she asked hopefully.

“No way,” Stu interjected. “A kiss might be okay for somebody you pointed at, but The Word is a major infraction. No kiss for that!” His laying down of the law was met with general approval. This was a drinking game, after all.

Yolanda leaned over and poured a triple pour of Budweiser into Danielle’s cup.

Danielle looked at it glumly. Then she looked around, a sudden glint in her eye. “How about this instead?” she asked, and hiked up her shirt, letting her braless tits bounce into view.

That brought a fairly profound silence to the room. It continued as she worked her shirt back down into place.

Have I described Danielle Smith at all? No? She is strawberry blonde, with freckles and a button nose. She is average height, and carries about three whole extra pounds around her waist that barely matters visually with the way her hips flare so nicely. Oh. And she has Baby Bear tits, as in: They are, like Baby Bear’s porridge temperature, chair size, and bed softness, Just Right.

I had been vaguely aware for a while that Danielle had probably not been wearing a bra, just as I was very aware that Yolanda was certainly not. Yolanda’s dangling tits swept out under her knit Polo shirt like ski jumps in a shape only unencumbered tits of a certain size and flexibility make. Danielle’s were of similar size, but much firmer. When she pulled her loose concert teeshirt back down, hiding those lovely pink nipples away, they now make considerable tents on the front of the fabric, one almost comically making Taylor Swift’s silk-screened eye bug out.

“Another new rule: You may choose to flash the group as forfeit for saying The Word,” Stu intoned solemnly.

“Danielle!” Yolanda exclaimed exasperatedly, but smacking the back of Stu’s head for his contribution to what just happened.

“Seriously?” Tonya asked her, equally exasperatedly, but she hit me instead–just on general principles, I guess.

“What did I do?” I asked, bewildered.

“You looked.”

I stared at her, open mouthed. Then I closed my mouth and shrugged. “Fair cop. But you did too,” I grumbled.

I leaned forward to get my quarter to take my next turn. I held it in my finger tips, and just as I pretended to start to bounce it, I froze. Then I looked at Danielle, manfully managing to stare at her face and not at her now sadly re-concealed boobs. “I’m still waiting for my kiss… or for you to consume,” I said slyly.

“Busted!” Tonya chortled.

I expected her to take the beer, just to spite me, but instead I got an even better kiss than from Tonya.

This game was looking up.

As the turns went on around, the quarter came to Yolanda. This time, she screwed up her face in concentration and hit the cup again!

“Woo, Yolanda! You are suddenly the Quarters Queen!” hooted Tonya.

Yolanda just grinned and shot her elbow out at Stu again.

He threw up his hands in mock horror. “Again?” He laughed. Then he looked at her, “So, I expect you want a kiss…”

Yolanda obviously very much did, but she turned her head haughtily away and said, “Whatever, it is the victims choice. You can kiss or you can drink.”

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Thanks for all the wonderful feedback on the last story….the second part of the story has to deal with stretching the limits of my fantasies….

Not too long after the night in town, (last story) I started to ask (beg really) for a continuation of the last night on the town. My requests had mixed results, with every maybe only rising my expectations….and hopes!

We had a pool in our back yard in New Orleans, which we frequently enjoyed. Prior to our night in town I would have never thought my dreams of her swimming naked out back would come true. How wrong I was in this belief.

It started one hot day in the summer when the kids were taking a nap, and we were extremely hot and ready for a break. We decided to go for a swim in the pool, along with a couple of cold adult beverages. After initially cooling off under the water, we each climbed on board a raft. I always get hot looking at Jan in a swimsuit, and decided to tell her so. Jan is hotter than ever after having our kids…about 5 foot tall, 120 lbs., dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful rack around 34C. I never considered myself anything special, but have always said I am not much bigger around than a beer can, but that I sure am long….

In any case we were floating around the pool at around 1 in the afternoon, both with out suits on. I was feeling a little horny watching her in her swimsuit, so I paddled my float over to hers. Not being in a bashful mood, I went for the direct approach: “You look very sexy in your suit today, and I especially like your hard nipples” I told her. She thanked me for the complement. I told her “How about a flash?” Her reply was “how can I do that in our own back yard, the neighbors may see”. I paddled my raft over to hers and tried to play it cool. I started out playing my hand on bitlis escort her leg, holding our rafts together. I made some small talk about how hot she made me, as I slowly rubbed her leg. My roaming hands were quickly moving up and down her body, without too much protest.

I told her how hot she was making me, and asked to see her tits. She was quiet for some time, but obviously thinking about it. She finally said “What is in it for me? There may be some neighbors watching us!”

My reply was that the potential observers made it all that much better, and the thought of them seeing her topless made me hard just thinking about it.

Her response was “show me your hard cock, and I will pull my hard nipples for you”. I had my suit off in about 3 seconds, with my cock pointing at the sun. About 10 seconds later she had her top off, squeezing her hard thick nipples, while I stroked my hard cock for her.

In the meantime while I had been enticing Jan to get naked, I had been listening to what sounded like a low key party the neighbors had going on. A 6-foot stockade fence separated us, but the yards are not too big, so it seemed like they were close. In hindsight maybe that was the reason Jan was hesitant to begin with…..silly me. The thought of these folks being so close, and seeing some us in some action (or so I hoped) added to the excitement of the moment.

Back to the action. Jan had the top of her swimsuit off. She has long thick nipples that I love to suck on. They are about ¾ inch long, and ½ and inch. After some coaching on my part she rolls them between her thumb and finger until they get good and hard. Then she pulls both nipples for me, stretching her nipples to at least two inches long, while moaning from the started to worry that some would bolu escort see us fooling around (and naked). I managed to convince her that no one would see through the fence. In the meantime I was hoping that someone was watching through the fence, enjoying my wife’s body as much as I was.

After what seemed like quite a while of mutual self-stimulation, I rolled off of my raft and swam over to Jan’s. I swam up between her legs and started to rub her pussy. She seemed quite wet, and not from the pool. This was confirmed when I pulled her suit aside and stuck three fingers into her wet slit. Her juices ran over my fingers as I stroked her cunt. I pulled my fingers out and tasted them, and confirmed it was not the pool. I then told her I wanted to taste her hot box, and mentioned that she may want to keep her voice down in consideration of the party next door. She quickly wrapped her legs around my head, as I sucked her hot pussy. While I ate out her hot cunt, she pulled on her hard nipples. Shortly thereafter (seemed like seconds to me, but was probably two or three minutes), she started to scream “Eat my HOT WET PUSSY”. I was only too glad to oblige!

In the meantime, with all Jan’s screaming going on, I started to look around the yard to see if anyone from the neighbors’ party was watching. It turned out that we had captured the attention of some of the folk’s next store. I looked over Jan’s hot pussy to see three sets of eyes peering over the fence – 2 men and 1 women. “Pull your nipples harder Jan” was my immediate verbal response, along with the physical response from my already hard cock.

I managed to suck Jan off to an orgasm, while her screaming seemed to be echoing through the neighborhood. She loved every second of it, and so too did our silent guests burdur escort from over the fence. All the while she was screaming for me to eat her hot box, the eyes in visible heads through the wall just stayed where they started.

After getting her off – I brought my throbbing cock up to her lips. This proved difficult, but once I was in place did offer me the perfect view over into the neighbor’s yard. There were five sets of eyes peering at us at that point. The view of Jan sucking my hard cock in and out of her mouth, along with the audience we had accumulated, only made my cock harder.

After her sucking me off for a while, during which I pulled on her hard thick nipples, I managed to climb on board her raft. I slid my hard cock into her wet but still tight pussy, after some initial frustration. She had hung her legs over the side of the float, which made entry difficult, but all the while made her pussy tight for fucking.

I started to build a rhythm to my stroke, and she started to scream. I was watching the crowd through/over the fence, while she was screaming for my cock – “Fuck Me!” she yelled – “give me all of that hard cock – fill my wet pussy with your cum. I was yelling too… “squeeze my big cock with your hot, wet, tight pussy”, and to “milk the cum from my balls with your hot cunt”. We bobbed in the pool, on the raft, for what seemed forever. I finally screamed for her to stretch her nipples. She must have pulled them four inches from her chest, while screaming in pain, ecstasy, begging for me to come.

I’m cumming! I started to yell!

At which point I started to fill her quivering trim with my hot load of cum. My load made her tight hot wet pussy convulse around my cock as I filled her with my jiz.

God I loved every minute of it

In the meantime – I looked up to the peanut gallery of neighbors. It had expanded up to 10 or twelve folks ,…I loved seeing there eyeballs peering at us in the afterglow. After a period of self-appreciation, they quickly disappeared.

You have got to love public fucking

More later..

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CHAPTER 12: THE OFFICE CHANGE

Months passed and there were even fewer employees who fit under the dress code to be mostly naked. Sex was still an active part of the day but there was a subtle shift as people moved into offices, the break room, and even into the locker room by the elevators. With the change in blatant nudity evident, people were shifting from blatant sexual acts. I, however, continued with my preference of nudity in the office and willingness for being fucked or giving blowjobs anywhere and everywhere. I loved it. I loved everything about the overt exhibitionism the office allowed me. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of it and I was fucked several times a day at work, blowing or eating several others, and enjoying the sexual attention of Mr. and Mrs. C at night in our casually sexual life.

All that seemed to threatened to crash to a stop.

“Sir? Is something wrong?” I entered his office unannounced as was my practice. He turned from the window he stood before, allowed his eyes to slowly, appreciatively, moved down and up my body, and gave me a smile that lacked his usual. I was dressed. Well, as dressed as I might be in the office: white heels, sheer white stockings, garter belt, and a string of costume pearls hanging between my large breasts. It was one of his favorites, drawing attention with white to all the ‘best parts of a woman’ as he liked to tease me. And, given my joy of using all those parts for the delight of others, I took no offense to the tease.

He put his arms out and I knew something was indeed wrong. I stepped into his arms at the window and into his embrace. A hand slid down my bare back to my butt. As I pressed my hips into his, though, I did not find the hardening of his massive cock. Something was quite wrong.

He parted his body from mine enough to look me in the eyes and to allow his hand to go to a breast. The act seemed to happen without thought or intention. His hand touched me as he did whenever my body came close to him but there was no sexual hint to the act this time. Something quite wrong, indeed.

“We’re being sued… I’m being sued.” He moved to his desk and plopped down into the chair. I watched in something of shock. This man had control of everything. I had never seen him like this before. I took one of the guest chairs in front of his desk and slowly opened and crossed my legs as I often did to tease him. He seemed to be looking at my face but his focus seemed to be on something a long way beyond me. I had never failed to draw his eyes to my shaved pussy before.

I mentally ran through the risky projects I was aware of and he saw my mind working. “No… not project… internal… within the office.” I looked back at him in confusion and stunned amazement.

“Sir… sexual harassment? We all knew what this office was. We all agreed to it without intimidation. We could always leave or take a transfer. Sir… we all signed a contract AND a nondisclosure. Sir…” My thoughts shifted. Then, awareness. “Candace?” He nodded.

She had been acting differently of late. She had been in the office long enough to be fully dressed. I had seen her go off with men to the break room. I knew she was still sexually active. It didn’t make any sense. What could be her basis for suit? Couldn’t she be sued in return for breaking the NDA?

“It’s a gamble for her but she doesn’t need a sound basis. She’s gambling I won’t want what we’ve been doing in this office to go public. She’s gambling the Board and the public would predictably respond with outrage. She’s right. If I fight it, everything comes out in court. Even if the court finds her without cause. If I sue her, the same thing happens. She knows I am stuck. She also knows my bigger concern might be the people out there who will be exposed as being part of it.”

I sighed. “She’s right about that, too. That would be your greatest concern… the people who followed you into this with trust.” He nodded. He asked me to call a meeting of all his staff for a time as quickly as possible given the schedules. Human Resources, Dan, would be critical.

I stood next to Mr. C as his staff entered the conference room and took their seats. Most of them bypassed the look on Mr. C’s face and initially focused on my exposed body, a regular sight but one not ignored. I was, of course, the only one naked. This time, though, that fact was not stimulating to me.

Mr. C didn’t waste time. He explained the situation and the obvious ramifications. The group was stunned but quickly responded with calls for immediate legal retaliation. Calmer consideration took over as the implications of action sank in. Finally, Mr. Peterson offered, “We negotiate. We find some common ground for keeping this quiet.”

Dan, HR, added, “We invite them in for a meeting. We immediately change our policies. No requirements for nudity, partial undress, sexual activity. We make the immediate change and bring them in. If her gripe is truly harassment, show her legal team it wasn’t our balıkesir escort intention.”

Ms. Benson blurted, “She can’t work here.”

Mr. C leaned back. “I’ll setup a meeting here… without our lawyers. We’ll try talking this out, first. We won’t fire her, though. That would send a message of retaliation. Suggest she take some time off from the office… with pay. Suggest it is for her own good… make it sound temporary.”

Within the hour, anyone in partial dress was fully dressed. There was a lot of grumbling as the day wore on and there was no sex. Mr. C’s experiment seemed to have been true. Sex among co-workers was an ideal tension reliever and the attitude of the office reflected the lack of having it.

I walked into Mr. C’s office to confirm the meeting with Candace’s lawyer. He looked up and leaned back. “I thought there wasn’t to be any nudity.”

I smiled and gave him a bit of a bounce to jiggle my breasts. “The new policy eliminates the REQUIREMENT for nudity or partial nudity. It says we should dress as appropriate.” I held out my arms, “This is how I choose.” He chuckled.

“You know I’m not complaining but when they come in for the meeting you have to be dressed.”

I gave him a pout, “Oh pooh…” He chuckled, again.

When Candace strutted into the open office area with her lawyer alongside her, she received immediate and unveil looks of scorn from her former co-workers. The lawyer was a man no taller than she, more than a bit overweight, balding, and wearing a poorly tailored suit. Not impressive. Maybe he was better than he looked… some people were. Maybe his fee was all she was willing to gamble with. They were right on time as they strode down the center of the room for the conference room where Mr. C appeared. I watched from my desk as they shook hands. His face reflected the hurt when he greeted Candace.

I waited as planned. This was intended to be an introduction for all to be familiar with the situation. Mr. C’s lawyers didn’t like it. They were worried about giving too much information that could be used or explained. Mr. C had respected Candace… disappointed now but he didn’t want to hurt her. Everything I learn about Mr. C brings more to appreciate and respect and love.

My interoffice phone buzzed. I answered and stood, taking the prepared files off my desk. When I entered the conference room, closing the door behind me, the lawyer gave a double take when he saw me, then continued to stare. Candace grew angry by the reaction and blurted out, “There’s the slut.”

I stopped next to Mr. C and bent over at the waist to place the files in front of him. I was careful to be positioned so I directly faced the lawyer. As I was bent over, I felt my unencumbered breasts hang and swing. I was dressed as requested but dressed specifically for this meeting. I wore the shortest pleated skirt I had without panties. On top I wore a blouse tucked into the skirt but completely unbuttoned. Thigh high stockings that weren’t covered by the skirt and heels completed the outfit. When I stood upright, my large breasts had parted the blouse and were in full view. I looked at the lawyer who couldn’t take his eyes from my exposure and replied to Candace while looking at the lawyer.

“Yes…” I chuckled, “I guess I probably am a slut. I make no pretense or apology for liking sex and being an exhibitionist. Though I would have liked my jobs here, anyway, the policies Candace is referencing made the office perfect for me.” I walked to the lawyer with one of the files and bent over alongside him, one breast swinging out and grazing his cheek. I could see the tension in him to resist turning his face into my breast flesh. In that moment, I knew what I would recommend to Mr. C. I stood and resumed my position next to Mr. C. “But everyone here is a slut in some form. Everyone here came into the office to experience freely given and received sex without complications or connections. Sex is used around here like some places use exercise breaks or meditation rooms. Yes, there were requirements because to be here meant everyone would participate. AND…” looking directly at Candace, “… everyone freely and eagerly participates.”

The lawyer stuttered and I smiled as I looked down, then apologized and pulled the blouse over my breasts. “Sorry, I do sooooo enjoy the feeling of braless.” Mr. C’s hand stroked my leg behind the cover of the tabletop. That was the signal not to push too hard or too far.

The next meeting was set a week later. This time, though, it was arranged for the meeting to be with only her lawyer and Mr. C., expressed as another attempt to possibly negotiate an equitable solution for everyone. When the lawyer stepped from the elevator, he was greeted by Marie who volunteered for the role. She was dressed impeccably, quite a contrast to the bra and panties she still had enjoyed wearing (not being quite the blatant exhibitionist I was). She led the man to Mr. C’s office and bartın escort closed the door quickly behind him. He had stopped in his tracks upon entering and the closing door nearly hit him.

“Thank you for agreeing to come. Mr. Cornell was called away on some urgent family matter. Nothing else would have kept him from this meeting.” I had convinced Mrs. C that, after weeks of experimentation alongside me, it was time for her to show her husband just how much she loved everything we had been doing. That translated into a full day of the two of them fucking and loving We all felt that qualified as an ‘urgent family matter’. Knowing Mrs. C, I had no doubt of her success and the eventual fucking during the day in various other rooms of the house.

What caused him to stop, though, wasn’t just my sitting behind Mr. C’s desk. I stood from the desk and walked around the side to greet him. I was naked. Nearly so, anyway. I wore another white outfit of heels, thigh-high stockings, and lace choker around my neck.

“You… you’re… you’re naked,” he stuttered out.

“Yes, sir.” I held out my arms for effect, “This is the way I enjoy being dressed for Mr. Cornell in the office. He enjoys it, too. I hoped you wouldn’t mind and would appreciate the experience of what this office environment really was.” I extended a hand to the couch as I moved to a chair opposite it across the small coffee table. He sat as I did. I gave him the same move Mr. C enjoyed: a slow and deliberate opening and crossing of my legs that fully exposed my shave pussy for a long enough look to appreciate. His eyes were riveted on that spot until it disappeared, then nervously looked up to find me smiling. “It’s okay, sir. There isn’t harassment here. When a woman exposes herself in open nudity or… what I just did… it is merely part of what we are. When a man exposes himself with a hard cock, it is validation of mutual desire. Everyone here has the same interest, the same openness, to sex and the body.”

He cleared his throat several times. “Well, clearly… uhmmm… clearly not everyone… surely not everyone feels the same…”

I stood, again opening my legs for a peek, and retrieved a file folder from the desk. The folder was an inch and a half thick. I measured. I brought the file to him and bent to offer it to him. He fumbled it as my breast hung and swung in front of his eyes.

I retook my seat. “I know, sir, you’ve taken the responsibility to represent her interests in this suit. I have been made aware by attorneys that you may not even care about the validity of the suit… you represent her regardless.” His eyes met mine and I could see I had hit the mark. Gerald Olsen. Our research indicated he was a modest lawyer doing modest legal affairs but his reputation was one of ethical representation and working hard for his clients. “That file, sir, contains voluntary statements from nearly everyone in the office who had contact with Candace. When I say ‘contact’, I obviously don’t mean work related but sexual contact.”

He opened the file and began skimming the sheets inside. Sheet after sheet and he began to take in more of what was presented on the sheets. He began looking up at me as he turned the sheets, his eyes frequently dropping to my breasts or body.

“Are they all like this?” He hadn’t penetrated half way through the file. “This isn’t what she said.”

“I’m sure,” I assured him.

“She said she felt trapped by the environment, forced by management and peer pressure, afraid of losing her job… this all suggests something different.”

“Yes, sir. Those sheets… testaments to Candace’s participation… tell how much these people found her not only involved in the activities but her openness and willingness. You may have noted the frequent references to her action generally being about her pleasure. She rarely merely gave head to a guy or ate a woman’s pussy. Those acts would reflect someone interested in giving pleasure. She insisted on being pleasured.” He looked me in the eyes. “That, sir, is not the impulse of being forced or coerced.”

He dropped the file on the coffee table. “I don’t think I need to read more of these.” As he considered me, I could see his eyes traveling more freely, less embarrassed by looking. His eyes moved from my breasts to my face. He smiled, “So… this is negotiation? What are you suggesting?”

I uncrossed my legs and this time his eyes moved quickly to the V between them. I allowed him a good look. I rose and moved to the couch next to him. I took his left hand and moved it to my bare thigh as I placed my right hand on his clothed thigh.

“I imagine that about now you are fantasizing about what it would be like in your office.” He visibly tensed and I felt his leg tighten. He didn’t deny it so I pressed on. “Do you have a woman or women in your office?” He nodded. “Do you tell them how pretty they are or what you like about their body or how attractive or whatever they are?” I batman escort smiled. “Of course not. Many of those things could lead to what Candace is saying about our office, isn’t it? Of course it is. But, we have that freedom. Can you imagine what men here might say to me?” He shook his head but was clearly hoping I would tell him. “They like my large breasts. Not a surprise, huh? They like to see them swing and bounce. They comment on how wet my pussy always seems to be any time they touch it… which happens a lot. I like it. I like that men find me sexy and arousing. I like that I turn men on. I like to give pleasure and to receive it. People here do and is why they took the job. Just like me they like sex. Just like Candace.”

I opened my legs and slowly slid his hand up my thigh until it was almost touching my pussy. I looked into his eyes. “You think my pussy is wet now? I bet you’re wondering how it would be to work in an office with women who were like us.”

“This is part of the negotiation? Shouldn’t we negotiation something, first?”

I smiled and moved my hand higher up his legs to his crotch and felt his hardness inside his pants. “Think of this as our ‘understanding each other’ phase. I trust you to work with me.”

His fingers were shaking as they moved inches closer to my pussy. I shifted slightly and contact was made. His fingers twitched but remained. I leaned into him to kiss his cheek and whisper, “So… what did you find?”

“You… you are… wet…”

I kissed him on the lips. “That’s because I am turned on. This is very erotic, don’t you think? You’re the lawyer of someone who wants to sue us and I am naked with you in our offices. There are people working just outside that door. People who might here us if…” I stroked his hardness. It wasn’t large but it was hard. “It feels like we shouldn’t do this but… but I want to. I want to do it with you… to show you what all this is like. You might understand us better, then. Do you think that might happen?”

He nodded numbly. I put his other hand on my breast and it squeezed the flesh on contact. For a moment I let him play with me, his fingers along my pussy and his hand fondling my breast. I kissed him, again. Then, with our lips touching, “I want to suck you. Can I suck your cock? I want to feel it in my mouth, on my tongue.” He nodded.

He seemed a bit dazed as I slid from his hands to kneel before him. I worked his belt and zipper, tugging his pants from under his butt to expose his average sized cock. I took it in my hand and smiled up at him. I licked up the underside as my eyes kept contact with his. Then I shifted, turning my attention to take his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked the head before taking it deep into my mouth. I heard him gasp and moan as my mouth worked down and up over his cock. I felt him tense and his cock pulse. I quickly pulled my mouth off while keeping a hand slowly moving up and down over it. I licked my lips.

“Mmmmm… I like this but… but what would you like? What would you really like?” He looked shell-shocked. This was a proper, ethical man. No way was he going to blurt out his desire to a naked woman like me when harassment was the word of our meeting. “Mmmmmm… I could keep doing this until you give me your cum. Or… you could have may pussy… or ass?” His eyes opened wide at the suggestion of my ass. I gave him a smile and took his cock back into my mouth and fucked it down and up several times. “You seem like quite a proper man… straight-laced experiences.” He was holding his breath, allowing it leak out of his lungs before gulping a great volume back in. “No woman has ever given you her ass, have they?” He shook his head, his eyes wide in shock, disbelief, or anticipation.

I kissed the head of his cock, stood, bent over to allow my breast to hang for his view while reaching for his hands to pull him from the couch. His slacks slid down his legs to his feet. I slipped his jacket off his shoulders and arms, his tie loosened and off, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head. He had a pot belly and his muscles were soft but his body showed the remains of what must have been a much more athletic person. I kissed him on the lips, my tongue sliding over his lips, my breasts and erect nipples squashed against his chest. He moaned into my mouth as my hand snaked between us and I gave it several more strokes.

I helped him out of his shoes and pants and underwear pooled at his feet. I led him closer to the desk, then moved around the desk to open the side drawer for the ever-present tube of lubrication. I moved around to his side of the desk and handed him the tube.

“Cover your cock, then around the outside of my asshole… and push some inside.” His mouth fell open and he gazed at the tube in his hand. The poor man couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His mind had to be a swirl of conflict. He had come here to discuss a harassment suit. He found himself with a busty, naked woman. He had his cock sucked hard. Now… now he was about to fuck her ass? But this was real. She was in front of him leaning over her boss’s desk with her hands spreading her ass cheeks. He’d only ever heard about fucking ass… how tight it was… how much more stimulating it was. Could he not do it?

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That Friday was hot, and we worked hard in the garden getting things done and tidied up. Nicole was as much a help as she was a distraction. She decided her attire for the day would be a loose button up shirt that was missing a few top buttons and a short skirt that came just below her butt cheeks and that was it, no bra and no panties. Of course, this meant every time she bent over I got a view of either her pussy or her breasts, and it was driving me crazy.

“If you stop staring and get some work done, you might have time to play.”

That was all the motivation Nicole needed to provide for me. I worked hard, and just after 4 p.m., we were done. The last half hour had been torture, Nicole had found any and every excuse to flash me and I was so hard, and no matter how I adjusted my cock in my pants it was uncomfortable.

As we were putting the last of the tools away I knocked a small container of seeds onto the floor. Without even thinking, or perhaps thinking she could flash me a bit more, Nicole bent at the waist to pick them up. I had hoped she would bend this way and as soon as I knocked the container down, I had my hand in my pants fishing my cock out. As soon as Nicole bent over, I grabbed her hip with one hand and with the other hand on my cock, I began rubbing it up and down her pussy lips. Very quickly it became coated in her juices and I pushed forward, sliding into her tight and wet pussy. There was nothing nice about this one it was pure animalistic fucking. All I wanted was to pound her pussy till I got my release.

Nicole however, wanted to play the game a bit more and as my grip relaxed on her hips slightly she dropped to the floor, releasing my cock from its warm pleasurable home. She then maneuvered around me and ran out the door across the yard. I gave chase and caught her just as she got to the pool, unfortunately as I grabbed her, my momentum took us both into the pool. We surfaced coughing and spluttering but smiling at each other. I grabbed Nicole and pulled her to me, lifting her up and onto my cock. Fucking in the pool is ok, but the water does cause a lot of restriction and slows down movement. We quickly got out of the pool and continued playing chase, finally catching Nicole just as she went into the house.

There it was that wonderful kitchen table that we had used days earlier. I moved Nicole over to the table and bent her over, grabbing her hips. I lined up my cock and began pounding her again. I was being greedy, and this one was more about me than anything else. I needed to cum, and that’s all that mattered. As I pounded away I felt Nicole’s body twist a bit, and then I felt her finger tips grazing against my cock as she began to play with her clit. Well, that really did it, both of us exploded in an amazing release of sexual frustration.

I pulled my cock out and staggered back to lean against the counter. Nicole looked up at the clock and then began to freak out.

“You have to get going, NOW. I have a friend coming over soon, we are going out tonight and I need to get cleaned up.”

Nicole stripped off her wet clothes and threw them towards the door and disappeared in the direction of her bedroom. I grabbed a towel and quickly mopped up the large puddle on the floor and table before leaving.

Nicole sent me a text during the evening

Italic I have had great fun the past few days but just remember I am a happily married woman and this is to be our little secret. Nathan is due home tomorrow, and the kids come back on Sunday.

I sat in my room, reliving the wonderful week I have had and rewatching the secret video I made of Nicole masturbating and fucking herself with her toys.

We had a Saturday morning training for hockey, and when we had finished, I looked at my cellphone to see I had a text from Nicole.

Italic I’m picking up Nathan at 11:20 and I hope he is as horny as I am. When we get home you might get a reward for all your help, Enjoy:P

It was 11:45 already, so I quickly made my way home and up to my room and set up my camera looking into their bedroom.

Sometime after 1, I noticed that they were home and I raced up to my room to spy on my hot MILF next door. It took nearly 30 min before two naked bodies landed on the bed, so I am guessing they started their foreplay somewhere else. I quickly hit record on the camera and watched as Nicole and Nathan fucked. I could tell Nicole was trying to drag it out and enjoy herself a bit but it looked very much like Nathan just needed to blow his load and be done.

I got 1:48 of footage, not a lot but hey I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe they started elsewhere or he was so built up that it had to be a quick one now to take the edge off and he can put a better effort in later.

James and I went out drinking that night, so I never got to find out.

What I did get was a text from Nicole

Italic Nathan is going out with his mates to play golf tomorrow, I’m still extremely horny. If you keen I have an opening for you.

my reply took all of half a second

Italic bayburt escort count me in 🙂

This made my night and sure enough, at 8:00 in the morning I get a text

Italic Nathan is just about to leave, once he is gone PLEASE CUM.

who was I to deny a woman in need?

Italic OK i’ll cum in your back door

I set my camera up in my room and watched very carefully for Nathan’s car to leave. As soon as it did I was out the door, jumping over the back fence, and made my way through the house into Niocles bedroom.

Nicole had me naked and lying flat on my back in no time flat. She had my cock down her throat, giving me one of her amazing blowjobs that had me at full size in seconds. I managed to get her to spin around so that I could return the favor and eat her out at the same time. We had been going at it for a few minutes when we heard a car outside that sounded awfully close and then the front door opened. We both froze as Nathan called out.

“Hey babe, it’s just me, I forgot my wallet.”

Nicole looked panicked, me well I just did what any guy would do I grabbed my clothes and hid underneath the bed. Cliché, I know, but there was nowhere else to go at such short notice. I had barely hit the floor when Nathan walked into the room. I shuffled myself under the bed as quietly as I could.

“What’s going on darling? Why are you lying naked on the bed?”

“well honey I was super horny and you left for golf, so I thought I might masturbate to see if that solved the problem.”

Next thing I know I see Nathan’s pants hit the floor and I feel the bed moving above me.

“Come here then, I could spare a few minutes for my beautiful wife.”

I had to look back on the camera later to see what happened, but basically Nathan grabbed Nicole and pulled her so that her butt was on the edge of the bed and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders.

I lay there listening to the sounds of Nathan and Nicole fucking on the bed above me.

To his credit he actually took a bit more time today than he did yesterday. Finally I hear him groan out loud as he shoots his cum into Nicole’s pussy.

“Sorry darling, I have to get going. I am going to be late now, maybe tonight we can do this again.”

Nathan grabbed his wallet from the nightstand and bolted from the room. The next thing we hear is his car zooming off up the road.

I crawled out from under the bed to see Nicole laying by the edge of the bed, her hands still holding her knees back by her chest, legs up in the air and her red gaping pussy leaking a mixture of her juice and Nathan’s cum. I didn’t even think about it for a second, I stood up and slid my cock straight into Nicole’s cum filled pussy picking up where Nathan left off. Almost instantly, Nicole hit her first orgasm of the day, her pussy clamping down on my cock as the rhythmic spasms massaged my hard cock. Nicole’s face was absolutely glowing, her moaning was way louder than usual, and her hips were thrusting more than usual. She was absolutely enjoying herself this morning. Her pussy was so slick it’s like we had used too much lube. The squishy sounds as I pumped into her pussy remind me of the fact that Nathan has already dumped his load in here, and I’m going to give her another.

“You like the fact that i’m fucking you after your husband just dumped his load in your pussy?”

Nicole just lay there smiling as I continued to pump my cock into her. It didn’t take long till Nicole hit her second orgasm of the morning and started to wiggle back up the bed away from me so I allowed her to pull away. I lay down on the bed beside her, gently running my hand across her body. Nicole sat up looking at the creamy mess covering my cock. She reached out with a finger and scraped some of it up before sucking her finger clean.

Nicole sat there for a moment before getting up and straddling my cock.

Nicole sat straight up and began rocking her hips around as she rode me. I love when she rides me like this, as my cock goes so deep I can feel the tip rubbing against her cervix. Not to mention that I like playing with her beautiful breasts, and in this position they are just hanging there begging to be touched. I tried to sit up and suck on Nicole’s nipples, but it killed her ability to move so as I lay back down I pulled her down on top of me. Not only did this allow Nicole a bit more of a stroke up and down my cock, but it also put her beautiful large nipples right in my face, and who was I to deny them the pleasure they deserved. Well this really got Nicole going and the more I sucked, the harder she rode me to the point where she was actually struggling to maintain her rhythm, eventually resulting in a small orgasm rocking its way through her body. I pulled her in close to me and kissed her as she enjoyed her third orgasm of the morning.

Nicole got up and spun around so she was facing my feet before sliding my cock back into her pussy.

“I’ve seen this on porn films and always wanted to try it, How does it feel?”

“Well, bilecik escort it’s bending my cock a bit but it actually feels pretty good, so fuck away.”

Nicole began pumping herself up and down my cock and man did it feel good. She had to be careful, as several times she rocked just a bit far and my cock popped out causing us to have to reset the position. The view was great. I was watching Nicole’s arse moving up and down and I could see her pussy lips wrapped around my cock sliding up and down as she rode me. The beautiful shiny and creamy mess leaking from her pussy down my cock looked great, finally I could feel my own orgasm building, and I reached out to grab Nicole’s arse encouraging her to keep going. I could feel her pussy getting tighter and I knew she was getting close. I tried my best to hold on but it was no use. I shot my load deep into Nicole’s already cum filled pussy. Normally when I shoot Nicole stops, but she must have been really close herself as she just kept going.

“AHHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK, SOOOO GOOD…… ohhh ggooooddd…ohhhh no more,….. no more I can’t take it”

I had to force Nicole off me, my cock was far too sensitive for any more action. We both lay there, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow. Nicole looked at me with a huge smile on her face

“That was amazing, I can’t believe I just had two guys fuck me one after the other, but shit look at the mess we made all over the bed.”

Nicole was right all the cum Nathan had deposited earlier had been leaking out during the course of our fucking and combined with our juices there were wet patches all over the place.

We quickly pulled the covers from the bed before we headed to the shower to clean up. I placed a large glob of body wash in my hand and began to rub it all over Nicole’s body paying particular attention to her breasts. Once she was all soaped up she began to rub her slippery body against me. It felt wonderful having her sliding up against me, so wonderful in fact that my cock was slowly starting to come back to life. Nicole wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to stroke it, quickly bringing it to full size. As she continued to stroke me I managed to get a couple of fingers down to her pussy and rubbed at it as best I could but the angle was not great.

I managed to spin Nicole around so I was behind her and this allowed my fingers much better access to her pussy. I continued to rub her clit as she reached back and stroked my cock. There was no urgency to our actions, we just sort of stood there enjoying the warm water spraying down on us as we masturbated each other. Finally Nicole took a step forward and bent over, pointing her beautiful arse at me.

“Come on stud, give it to me. good and hard, pound my pussy.”

That’s exactly what the next 2 minutes were. Once I got my cock into Nicole’s pussy I went full jackhammer mode, slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. The water was more hindrance than help as it splashed and sprayed everywhere, but the feeling of Nicole’s tight, warm pussy clamping around my cock indicated that I was doing something right. Nicole removed one of her hands from the wall and started to rub her clit as I pounded her from behind. I could feel Nicole’s fingers occasionally brush against my cock, sending little shivers of pleasure through my body. Nicole’s breathing got a bit more rapid before it stopped completely, only for her to scream her way through an intense orgasm seconds later.

“OOHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK YEAH……..Oh god yeeeahhhhh, OOHHH Fuck cuming sooooooo fuuuccckkkeennn good.”

Nicole’s legs finally couldn’t hold her up any longer, and as she slowly sank to the floor my cock sprang free from her spasming pussy and began its own orgasm, spraying several ropes of cum over Nicole’s back.

Sunday afternoon, Nathan came over and knocked on my door.

“Listen, Nicole told me about everything you did the past week.”

Oh shit I thought, here we go he’s come to kill me for fucking his wife.

“I just want to say thank you, you were there when she needed it. It’s good to know there is someone who can step in and do the things I can’t while I’m away. Also I’m glad you didn’t just do what needed to be done and run away, you actually made sure she was satisfied and helped clean up the mess. It’s nice to know there is someone close she can rely on to look after her if i’m not there.”

“Happy to help out any way I can, tell Nicole if she needs me to do anything to just call.”

“That’s great, I’m glad you don’t mind filling in for me while I’m away.”

The next few months were back to normal, I managed to spy on Nicole and Nathan having adult fun a few times although I am sure they did it more than that. Life at home was going ok James now had a steady girlfriend so there was less going out drinking which helped my bank account. Steve and Mary were talking about heading overseas for an OE, and then there was work. Work was crazy busy but I had managed to produce some amazing bingöl escort results under pressure and even created a new program which simplified some of the reports we produce regularly. This had earned me a promotion and a nice pay raise, it also allowed me a bit more flexibility around my hours and I could work from home as well.

Nicole came over to see me one Tuesday evening.

“Hey it’s Nathan’s birthday on Friday and I’m taking him out to dinner. Would you be free to look after the boys after school? Mum will be by about 7 p.m. to pick them up and they are spending the weekend with her. Also we are having a party at our place on Saturday and I would love for you to be there.”

“Yeah, it should be fine.”

Then being the smart arse I am I thought I would add, “Is this like one of those cheesy porn film things where you pay the babysitter with your body?”

Nicole just laughed at me then pushed me inside and closed the door. Before I knew it she was on her knees, and my cock was in her mouth. Did I mention that Nicole was great at sucking cock, she had some amazing techniques, and man was she putting all of her best ones to use right now. I would be lucky if I lasted two minutes before Nicole had my legs shaking and cock exploding.

“Consider that a deposit for your services, now you have to help.”

The rest of the week was rather uneventful until Friday. Yep good old Murphy decided to stick his head up and cause trouble on the one day I didn’t want it. We had a deadline for a major client moved forward, normally that wouldn’t be much of an issue, we just adjust the workload and we get by. Only this deadline moved forward by 3 weeks and meant we had to have a massive chunk of work finished TODAY.

I had already informed and had approval to finish early and now my boss wanted me to stay. This was about to get messy and I knew I couldn’t cancel on Nicole especially after she had already paid her deposit.

I walked into my boss’s office at 2 p.m. and said “Sorry, but I have to leave now, I will be free again in a few hours and will work on this from home once i’m done, but I can’t move this appointment.”

She was not impressed and made sure I knew it.

“Why don’t you just buttfuck me with no lube then. How can you leave NOW! If this is not finished and ready for the presentation team to polish up tomorrow morning, then you will be……….Well lets just say your life will be hell and you will wish you didn’t work here.”

being the cheeky little fucker I am I thought I would push her buttons a bit more. “Do you want that buttfucking now or can I take a rain check?”

With that I quickly turned and exited before she had a chance to throw something at me

Friday with the boys went well and Nicole’s mum arrived about half an hour late but it was fine. We had great fun. I returned home and got buried in my work.

Just before midnight, I finally had everything sorted and ready to go when I noticed the lights come on in Nicole’s house.

I watched as Natrhan sat on the bed while Nicole slowly danced around the room teasing and removing items of clothing. Nicole kept looking at my window and I wondered if she was checking to make sure I was watching. I quickly walked across the room and flicked the light on and off, just enough of a flash to let her know but hopefully not enough to tip Nathan off. I resumed my position by the window, watching Nicole tease Nathan.

Finally down to her bra and panties she worked on getting Nathan undressed before she started to give him a blow job. As per usual it didn’t last long and he was pulling her up towards him. They made out on the bed for a few minutes before Nicole slipped her panties off and lowered herself down onto Nathan’s cock. As Nicole sank all the way to the base of Nathan’s cock she sat upright and removed her bra placing it over Nathan’s face. I just sat there stroking my cock wishing it was me laying there. Nicole made a show of riding Nathan, and I knew she was trying to perform for me while not giving it away to Nathan what was going on.

They changed positions a few times probably more with the intention of making Nathan last longer rather than the desire to change. I noticed that in most of the positions, Nicole was the one in control. Finally she moved onto her hands and knees and invited Nathan to get in behind her. Nathan was there in a flash and began to pound himself into Nicole for all he was worth, I am guessing she had brought him close a few times and now he was going to make sure he got his release. My fist was pumping my cock about as furiously as Nathan was pumping Nicole. Oh how I wished it was her I was pumping. I closed my eyes as I felt that tell tale feeling building, my body racing to its climax, eventually pumping a huge load into the towel I had grabbed just for this purpose. I opened my eyes to see the two lovers collapsed on the bed and slowly drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

It was 2:00 a.m. when I noticed the major flaw in our presentation: a serious data error that would make us look like complete idiots. I had no idea what made me look at the work again before bed but I was glad I did. I sent an email to my boss and hers as well. At 6:00 Saturday morning, I got a phone call from the company CEO requesting a meeting in the boardroom at 8:30.

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This story, I hope, stands alone. But it will make more sense – and be a more horny read – if you are familiar with Ch 1.

After no more than 10-15 mins we came to. I gloried in the fact I was lying, bollock naked, in a post-coital (or almost post-coital, as we hadn’t actually fucked) glow, next to the woman of so many of my masturbatory fantasies.

“Time to get cleaned up?” I suggested. “And get out for dinner.”

“Agreed,” she replied, “I’ve worked up quite an appetite. Let’s have a quick shower and get dressed and out.”

“When, I have to tell you,” she revealed, “I’m planning on wearing some of my sluttiest attire! There’s no kids or James to hold me back. No need for me to play the part of the dutiful, professional, wife/mother/pillar of the community. Tonight, the look I’m going for is “hooker chic”. Play your cards right and you may even get to cover me in more of your hot jizz later…”

I went to get my case from the separate room they’d placed me in (there was no way I was sleeping anywhere other than with Sarah) and came back to find her already in the shower. She was leaning back to wash her hair, which, if anything made her tits look even bigger. Water was cascading over her curves and she looked, once again, impossibly horny.

Reasoning that I’d probably never get this change again – and therefore wanting to make the most of every opportunity – I quickly stripped off and joined her under the jets.

Pulling her to me, my tongue, for the umpteenth time that day, was down her throat. Whilst my hands were mauling her tits and fingering her pussy. And she responded in kind, tweaking my nipples and manipulating my cock, which was, once again, rock hard.

Pulling away from me she looked deep into my eyes, “God, I love the way you can’t keep your hands off me. I’d love to come again. And taste your hot spunk. But let’s hold that thought. I want us both “on edge” all evening. And that means I want you feeling me up – in an entirely inappropriate fashion – whilst we are out. I fear if we come again it may just take that edge away.”

“Ok,” I reluctantly agreed, “I’d love to come now. But I do like the sound of the inappropriate groping in public!”

“Trust me,” she said, “when you see what I’m wearing – or not wearing – you’ll not be able to keep your hands off me. Get yourself dried and dressed, go and sit on the balcony and leave me to it. I’ll show you what I mean.”

30 mins later, as she came out onto the balcony, my stomach flipped.

She had on a white “bodycon” style dress. Absolutely hugging every inch of her magnificent body. It was cut very low at the front and left no doubt at all that those spectacular tits of her were braless. With her large, prominent, nipples visible through the fabric. It was also dangerously short. And it appeared she had no underwear on at all.

“Oh my god, you look sensational,” I told her. “Like a hooker, of course,” I laughed, “but so so beautiful.” And she really did.

She actually blushed. “Thank you, do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“I really really do,” I assured her. “It is a “slutty” look of course, but you look absolutely stunning. Breathtaking in fact.”

“Thank you so much, that’s really sweet of you,” she simpered, blushing again, shyly, almost innocently. Not an adverb I’d imagined I’d be using to describe her, given what I’d learnt so far today.

“That does my confidence a power of good.”

Looking back – and without coming over all psycho-analytical – I’ve wondered if her desire to be desired sprung from low self-esteem about her looks. Though I can’t imagine why she would ever think like that.

I knew enough about the importance of not messing up a woman’s hair and make-up to not go for a “full-frontal assault”. Instead, I moved her back into the room, in front of the full-length mirror. Standing behind her, I nuzzled the nape of her neck whilst reaching into the dress to fish out a tit and manipulate the nipple as we both watched in the mirror.

“I’ve honestly never seen – and certainly never felt, such magnificent tits. They are just perfect.”

I then reached under the dress to fondle her arse and access her pussy.

I was wrong, she did have underwear on. A tiny, gossamer like, thong. But it did nothing to prohibit access of my fingers to her – once more – dripping pussy.

Looking deep into each other’s eyes, albeit through the mirror, the lust we felt for each other was written all over our faces. In fact, I’d say she looked hornier then she had naked on the beach, earlier in the day.

Continuing to reign gentle kisses on her neck and her earlobes, I pulled on her nipple with one hand and jammed two fingers inside her. Which I alternated with frigging her engorged clit. She was, as she seemed to have been all day, soaking wet.

“Oh fuck, flick my clit, kiss my neck, grope my tits. You’re going to make me come again.”

But I stopped. And withdrew my fingers from her juicy cunt. And disentangled myself from ardahan escort her neck.

“Hold that thought,” I said, playing back what she’d said to me an hour or so earlier. “I want you “on edge” all evening, before I bring you off again. In fact, if I get you drunk enough and horny enough you may relent and let me fuck you.”

“You bastard,” she grimaced. “But that’s a good plan. Apart from the fucking! Now let’s get out. I want to show everyone else how slutty I am.”

As we walked through reception, every eye was on us. Or, to be accurate, on Sarah. Enough of the hotel staff and guests had seen us on his holiday to know that we’d been with other partners. So, as surprised as they were at her attire, they also looked on aghast at my hand drifting from the small of her back to occasional fondling of her arse.

“You’ll have got the impression,” I told Sarah, “that I’m obsessed with your tits. But your arse is pretty spectacular too. Encased in that tight sundress, it’s showcasing two almost perfect globes.”

“I’m really glad you like it,” she preened. “Feel free to add it to the parts of me you plan to inappropriately grope tonight.”

So, as we left the hotel and made the short walk into town, I spent a lot of time doing just that. As well as, occasionally, getting bolder and putting my arm round her shoulder reaching down and groping a tit and tweaking a nipple. Though taking care not to do this if we were near families with children.

We choose to eat in a bustling restaurant that we’d previously enjoyed. Securing a small corner table, we sat on two sides of the table, rather than facing each other. It was also near the bottom of the stairs to the roof terrace. Ordinarily, not a great table, but perfect for tonight.

It meant I could reach under the table and caress Sarah’s legs. And there was a regular stream of customers going up and down the stairs, whose eyes were constantly drawn to the vision in white before their eyes.

“I want to go and show off shortly in a bar or club, so let’s just have a main course,” suggested Sarah.

Neither of us were huge drinkers, but we shared a carafe of wine. Nowhere near enough to get us drunk, but just enough to remove any final inhibitions either of us may have had. Not that Sarah appeared to have any inhibitions at all.

As we waited for our meal to arrive, I progressed from caressing her leg to reaching under the hem of her skirt. Initially stroking her pussy over the gusset of her thong. And then, reaching under the thong and fingering her pussy. Which was, of course, dripping wet. Was it ever not, I wondered?

As I’d expected, Sarah did nothing to stop me. Instead she opened her legs wide to ensure I had the best possible access. And leaned in to whisper to me, “Frig my clit and jam your fingers up my juicy, slutty, cunt.”

I spent some time doing exactly that, before she reached under the table herself to replace my fingers with her own. Ensuring her own fingers were coated with her pussy juice, she raised one to my mouth, saying, “See how turned on I am, get a taste of my sweet pussy.”

I sucked her fingers in to my mouth, to savour the tangy taste. God, it was intoxicating.

Returning the favour, Sarah started rubbing my groin under the table. Unlike her pussy, my dick was not so easily accessible. But she managed to unzip me and reached into my boxers and gently stroked my rock-hard cock. Smearing the pre-ejaculate, that was oozing from me, around my glans, she scooped some onto her finger. Then, as she’d done to me, raising it to her mouth and provocatively sucking my juices from it.

“Mmm, almost nicer than the wine,” she decreed.

Finishing our meal, we swiftly paid the bill and headed out into the street. I was very keen to get back to the hotel and finish what we’d started earlier. But Sarah was having none of it.

“I haven’t had a chance to dress like this for years and years. You and I are off dancing and I’m going to strut my slutty stuff. You know how much it turns me on. And I can see – and feel – the effect it’s having on you.” As she, once again, grabbed my erect cock through my trousers.

We found the busiest bar/club in the resort, with a small dance floor, already almost full. As we queued at the bar, to get a drink in the semi-darkness, I stood behind Sarah. As we waited to get the barman’s attention, I was fondling her arse. As well as nibbling the back of her neck and an earlobe. Knowing now how much this turned her on.

I also snaked my hand under her dress and against the gusset of her thong. As I did this, she reached behind her back and rubbed my cock.

“You’re a dirty perve,” she whispered to me. “But don’t worry, I love it. Keep feeling me up and groping my tits and my juicy, slutty, cunt…”

As we got served, I removed my hand from her pussy and started groping her tits, as she’d just directed me. She did nothing at all to stop me. I was wondering if, short of being arrested, artvin escort there was anything she’d draw the line at?

Confirming that view, she grasped my hand and rubbed it against her tit, tweaking her own nipple. Much to the amusement of the middle-aged guy who served us. And the incredulity of the young couple to our side.

I took our drinks and found a table to put them on, right next to the dance floor, whilst Sarah went to the bathroom, “to freshen up.”

On her return, Sarah wrapped herself around me and started grinding against me.

“Feel me up again,” she purred into my ear.

I followed her direction, ensuring, for her benefit and others around us, that it was clear, as I wormed my hand under the hem of her dress, that I was fingering her pussy.

“Jeez,” I spluttered, “now you really do have nothing under your dress.”

“I took my thong off in the loo so you’d have unfettered access. And when I’m on the dance floor others will get to see my slutty gash!”

I laughed, and took her in my arms. Pulling my fingers out of her pussy I held her head in my hands and drew her in for a deep, passionate kiss. We made out like teenagers (or “necked” as we used to call it when we were teenagers), in full view of the crowded bar/club.

Finally breaking the kiss, I told Sarah, above the noise of the pounding music, “I love how horny and uninhibited you are. And I really do think you are also, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. It’s an intoxicating combination.”

“Thank you so much,” she responded, “I’ve got to tell you, you’re horny and uninhibited yourself. I LOVE the way you make me feel. You’ve turned me on so so much today.”

Now, in the dark of the club, it was my turn to blush.

“You’re a good looking guy, you’ve kept yourself in shape and you’ve been great company. I’ve also really appreciated how respectful you are. Despite my acting like a slut – and you treating me like one – you’ve never pushed my boundaries.”

“Well, apart from not agreeing to fuck me, I’m not sure you’ve got too many boundaries.” I laughed.

“We really can’t do that,” she insisted. “But tell me, I’m curious from our conversation this afternoon. Exactly how much do you like eating pussy? And having your cock sucked?”

“An awful, awful, lot,” I replied. “Sometimes even more than I like fucking. Though that maybe because I get so little chance to experience licking pussy, or especially having my cock sucked, these days,” I grinned.

“Well,” she purred, “if you let me carry on behaving like an absolute slut for an hour on the dance floor, how about we then go back to our room. And I let you have the experience that you’ve been so sadly deprived of? Because, actually, I’ve been thinking. And I don’t believe oral sex is really cheating.”

I was absolutely certain that Julie would not have agreed with that sentiment. In fact, I suspect very people would. But there was no way I was going to argue the point with Sarah. If she’d insisted the earth was flat I would have agreed with her, if i meant I got a blow job!

So we did exactly as Sarah had suggested. Kissing passionately, grinding and gyrating against each other, with our hands all over each other. In fact, in my case, hands in – as well as on – her.

“Keep feeling me up,” insisted Sarah regularly, as I held her close. “Grope my big tits, feel my arse, finger my wet pussy…”

As uninhibited as she’d suggested I was, I had conflicting emotions. I was impossibly turned on. And desperate to go back and engage in some sweaty, much missed, pussy licking. And be the recipient of a a blow job. Particularly as I was speculating – correctly as it turned out – that Sarah was pretty expert in this skill.

But I was also discovering I was considerably less of an exhibitionist than Sarah. In fact, there were a few times I was concerned we’d be ejected from the bar!

Thankfully we weren’t. And Sarah eventually took pity on me. “Right, let’s go, you and the situation have got me worked up into a frenzy. This pussy of mine needs the attention of that tongue of yours!”

When we got back to our room, I pinned her against the door, dived on to her neck and, for the umpteenth time that day, felt the hot, juicy splendor of her pussy. She was grinding against my hand and groaning, as I gently bit her neck and her earlobes.

“You horny fucker,” she gasped. “I’m on fire. You’ve got me so fucking turned on…”

I pulled the dress over her head, stripped off myself and flung her on the bed.

“Get down there,” she commanded, “and lick my hot, wet, juicy, cunt.”

I needed no further bidding. Though I wasn’t going to go straight in for the kill. Instead, I started on her upper thigh and began gently kissing and nibbling on the flesh, slowly working my way upwards.

She was arching her groin towards me and urging me on. “Oh fuck, yes. Get that tongue on my clit and those fingers in my cunt.”

But I was continuing to take my time. bodrum escort She’d kept me on edge all day (and to be fair, I’d done the same to her) and I knew how painful/frustrating that could be. But I also knew that it made the orgasm more powerful when it finally came.

I eventually relented and started to lick her pussy. But, initially, with only the lightest of touches. Barely grazing my tongue on her protruding pussy lips and, at this stage, still avoiding her clit.

It was, as I’d hoped, driving her wild.

“You bastard,” she almost screamed, “stop teasing me and get that beautiful tongue on my clit and jam those fingers in my cunt.”

I moved it up a notch. Drawing those meaty lips into my mouth and sucking them greedily. Whilst, at the same time, slowly inserting one finger into her hot pussy.

“Oh my fucking god,” she panted, “do you like my pussy lips? I love having them sucked like that.”

“Now please, please, lick my clit,” she begged.

I knew now the time for teasing was over. So I finally got to work on her clit, engorged and prominent as it was.

Initially just lightly lapping it with the flat of my tongue, then slowly picking up the pace.

Turning a woman on turns me on. And it was clear I was driving the woman of so many of my fantasies wild. She was thrashing about on the bed, throwing her head from side to side.

Pausing briefly I looked up at her, with my face coated in her pussy juices and said, “your cunt tastes like nectar, I love licking it. I’m going to give you a HUGE orgasm. Then, you can return the favour and swallow my hot spunk.”

“Shut up and keep licking,” she whimpered, dragging my head back down to her pussy.

I was still only applying gentle pressure to her clit. I had one finger in her pussy and she was roughly squeezing her tits and nipples. But I sensed, as her breathing quickened, that she was close to – and needed – an orgasm.

I applied more pressure and lapped more rapidly at her clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth into her soaking cunt.

She was almost incoherent, grunting, “fuck, fuck, aarrghhh, mmmmm, yes, yes…FUCK!!” As she exploded into orgasm.

I gave her a little time to come down from this, before, once more, applying pressure, albeit very gently, to her clit.

Once again, she was writhing about on the bed, screaming at me, “stop, stop, no, too much, no, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, arrghh, I’m coming…”

After a second wave of pleasure hit her she pushed me away, crying out, “Right, stop, you bastard, my pussy can’t take any more pleasure right now.”

She lay back, quivering with the after-effects of the seismic orgasms she’d just had.

“Come here and kiss me again,” she pleaded, pulling me up from between her legs. “I love tasting my own pussy juice after I’ve come. Fuck me, you are coated in it,” she laughed.

I took her in my arms and gently twirled my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to savour the taste of her own juices. She twitched periodically, still “coming down” from her orgasm.

I was desperate for relief myself. But I knew the drill. Immediately after she’d come, Sarah needed a little time to recover. But I also knew that a little patience now would be repaid in spades.

So I held her close, kissing her gently, with my hard dick pressed against her groin. As she regained a little of her composure she started to slowly grind herself against me.

“Fucking hell, you know your way around a pussy,” she gasped. Still a little breathless.

“Why, thank you,” I smiled, “sadly, I don’t get as much chance to practice my skills as I’d like. Julie only really lets me do it when she’s had a few drinks.”

“Jeez, what a waste, if I was her I’d have you permanently stationed between my legs.” Sarah sniggered.

We’d been lying side by side, but she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, with my dick – hard as ever – sandwiched between us.

She looked deep into my eyes, “that was fucking awesome,” she purred. “And thank you so much for helping me live out my slutty, exhibitionist, fantasies.”

“I couldn’t do that at home. And I probably wouldn’t want do that with James. I’m the mother of his kids, not the two bit whore I behaved like tonight.” she said with a throaty laugh.

“I understand completely,” I agreed. “Whilst I’d certainly like more blowjobs from Julie, I’m not sure I’d want her flashing her pussy at the world like you did tonight. But fuck me, I’m so, so, glad that you did.”

“Typical bloke, happy for women to behave like sluts. Just as long as you’re not married to one.” grinned Sarah.

“Guilty as charged,” I agreed. “And you’re a typical woman. Happy to behave like a slut, as long as long your husband never finds out!” I laughed.

Sarah punched me on the chest, saying, “You really are a cheeky sod. It’s a good job that mouth and tongue of yours has got skills other than making bitchy comments.”

But she continued to grind herself against my still hard cock.

“Speaking of blowjobs,” I reminded her, “I believe we had a deal…”

“Mmm, we certainly did,” she agreed. “Just give me a minute. As you know, after I’ve come like that I can’t bear direct pressure on my clit. But I love to feel pressure on the outside of my pussy.”

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FUCK BUDDYS MADE EASY

This story is a reminder how we got our fuck buddies. As you will soon read, it just happens by dressing to play. Our Black Friday game was over. But the day wasn’t over yet.

Dollie can’t remember some recent details so as she wrote the above story I helped her. She mostly forgot this last part since the butt fucking was still on her mind.

We picked up some food at a nearby fast food restaurant and drove to one of the small boat ramp parks to eat since Dollie wasn’t dressed decently. There were two cars in the parking lot but no one around. We sat at a picnic table, watched a few boaters on the river, as we ate.

Two old guys walked out from the little trail near us, stared and talked to us about Dollie’s boobs, complimenting how big and full they look. Always a good way to make friends with her.

The way Dollie was sitting and leaning over, her boobs were probably most of the way out. Of course this leaning over also makes titties look fatter.

It was a good thing aksaray escort we were sitting facing the river. Dollie let the men rub her titties a few minutes when they talked about how nice they looked. Of course they both made sure it was okay with me. That’s all they did, mostly rubbed her nipples and squeezed her titties gently.

This always turns her on. While we sat there talking, Dollie spread her legs to give them a good look. I knew they were looking at her pussy but they only talked about the tattoos on her tits. Maybe thirty minutes later one man left.

The old man still standing there started telling us how his wife hasn’t given him sex or even let him see her boobs in years. We were soon telling him the same story we’ve told hundreds of men before.

I told him we hear this same story over and over. It’s so sad that so many men don’t get to see a wife’s naked body or feel it. I told him that is why we love sharing Dollie’s tits with others for fun. He looked puzzled amasya escort and kept asking me if it’s really okay to feel my wife’s tits.

Dollie smiled and told the old guy “that’s why he makes me dress this way, we enjoy making other men happy.”

The old man began squeezing and fondling Dollie’s titties, pulling on them a lot more than they both had earlier. We both had finished our meal so we moved up from the bench to sit on the picnic table, making Dollie’s pussy easier to see and maybe feel. He got brave and mentioned it’s also been years since he’s seen or touched a pussy.

I’m sure Dollie’s pussy was spread apart with her legs now open. I told him to sit between her legs on the bench and feel it if he wants to. He just stood there asking if it’s okay to touch her pussy. This is not something a husband offers many strangers. It takes convincing. I told him, she loves it when men spread it wide and look closely inside the wet pink hole.

Making Dollie sound like a slut antalya escort and encouraging the old guy to play, I told him “It’s just been fresh fucked by two black guys so she won’t care.”

Like a good little slut Dollie remained quiet. I suppose he didn’t believe me. He asked Dollie if that was true.

She giggled and said “yes I’m his sex slut, you can use me.”

The old guy looked shocked but sat down beside Dollie. After rubbing her pussy awhile he stuck one or two fingers in and out for a short time. I’m not sure exactly what he said while staring and playing.

Something like “those guys sure got you nice and juicy.”

Dollie told him she’d cleaned it out since then. She said she was wet because he’s been staring at her boobs and pussy for so long. As we talked, the old man got braver and started asking if he can meet us someday to let him fuck her. Like many others, he said he can’t remember the last time his wife let him fuck her.

The sun was setting across the river behind the tree line. Before we could really answer, another vehicle pulled into the small gravel lot so we left and went home. The old guy may never see us again or know if he could have fucked Dollie.

That was our Black Friday. Now Dollie knows she’ll have to do this butt fucking again… and again.

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“Sonya,” Samantha said meekly. “I have a confession to make.” Marietta and Sonya turned to the almost naked shy woman.

“What is it?” Sonya asked. The women had now walked into Sonya’s apartment and closed the door. Samantha slowly began taking off her underwear. Once she was naked, Samantha spoke hands down not covering her body.

“Ever since I saw you, I can’t stop thinking about being naked. It was so hard for me to concentrate. All I wanted to do was take my clothes off and experience a little bit of your lifestyle. I’m just so scared of getting in trouble though. I don’t know how you do it. As soon as I got home, I took off all my clothes and stayed naked. I had never done that before and the feeling was liberating! I’ve never have been this horny before either. I have been playing in my pussy for hours thinking about being naked in public. I have never masturbated this much before in one day.”

Samantha continued. “You gave me the impression that you are an open person so I’m not going to lie that I can’t stop thinking about your naked body. You look incredible! Just when I thought I couldn’t cum anymore, I decided to open my blinds and show myself and those same feelings of arousal came back all on their own once again! I just couldn’t move away from the window. As luck would have it, you and Marietta came back and I was soo turned on seeing both of you naked like that in the parking lot! I even told my friends I could not meet with them today. What they didn’t know was that I didn’t want to put clothes on! I wanted to come out naked and greet you too, but I finally reached my limit and fear got a hold of me so I put on my best lingerie to come out and meet you! I was so nervous!”

Samantha had said everything so fast that Marietta and Sonya both had to process what they had just heard. This young woman had poured out her whole soul to these two butt naked strangers. She walked into a stranger’s apartment and stripped naked on top of that. Sonya and Marietta looked at the little woman up and down. She was barely five feet tall, pear shaped with small tits and red hair. She had vivid gray eyes and the most polite tiny voice. You would never think she would have it in her to do and confess to the things she had been doing since she met Sonya. One would assume in her own way Sonya and Samantha were not much different prior to their nudity liberation.

Marietta was beginning to wonder if Sonya was her own fetish and was starting her own naked cult. She smiled at the idea but she didn’t like the idea of competition. Sonya did confess her commitment to afyon escort Marietta but the relationship that they were making was too new for her to gauge completely. She didn’t want to come off as possessive or insecure to this newcomer. It took a lot of courage for Samantha to “come out” and confess her innermost taboo desires.

The silence persisted a little too long. Marietta made the first move. She walked over to Samantha and gave her a big warm hug. “Sonya has that affect on people Sam. In fact, one would say it’s expected that you can’t stop thinking about being naked after seeing her. Look at me, I went from her guardian to her slightly reluctant participant. Sonya’s desire to have no clothes in her life is addicting.”

Samantha trembled with excitement and awe happy to be accepted. Sonya stood there watching the two naked women interact with each other. However, it was hard to focus on them because Samantha had brought clothes into Sonya’s naked home. She had worked so hard to get rid of body coverings of any kind. She looked at Sonya’s clothes they way one would stare at a dog turd.

Marietta had noticed Sonya’s eyes were darting to the clothes on the floor. Trying to be polite, Sonya had chosen not to say anything just yet. She had worked so hard to get rid of all her clothes that it felt very ironic that clothing still wound up appearing in her sanctuary. Choosing to intercept for Sonya Marietta spoke again.

“Sam, I have one small request for you. I know it’s a super big step but there is something very important to Sonya you must do.”

“What’s that Marie?”

“You have to get rid of your clothes you dropped on her floor. Sonya has vowed to remove clothing from her life and even though she will not admit it right now, she is very bothered by the presence of your undergarments. While they are absolutely beautiful, it still is clothing. That is something Sonya cannot allow in her home. Can you please get rid of them?”

“How do I do that?” Sam said this meekly as her head bowed and to the floor. She felt bad because she had offended her new friends.

Sonya finally spoke spoke. “Sam, don’t be ashamed or embarrassed. Don’t feel bad at all. I’m the one that’s been fainting and bumping my head and changing. I know what I’m doing is very far from the norms of regular society so I wouldn’t expect you to know that is how I felt. We have practically lived side by side for years and know nothing about each other. Now here we both are exploring something new in life.”

A devilish grin appeared on Sonya’s aydın escort face. Marietta knew this smile all too well. “I know what you can do to make it up to me,” Sonya said with her sultry tone. Marietta knew where this was going. She could fell herself getting wet.

Looking forward to impressing her new idol, Samantha picked up her head with a twinkle in her eye. Shy and meek, she asked, “What is it?”

“Pick up your clothes, go back to your apartment and throw your lingerie in the trash. Come back here. I will be waiting. Also you have to do it while your hand is playing in your pussy. Marietta, can you stand outside and make sure she follows through with her request? I would do it myself, but I don’t want to risk seeing any more clothing today if I go into her apartment.” Sonya was really starting to enjoy telling people to do things while naked.

Samantha gasped in surprise. She could feel her body flush with arousal, but she didn’t know if she could follow through. Sensing hesitation, Sonya said. “Well you could always say no and go back to a boring life of wearing clothes. Your choice”

Samantha didn’t want to put clothes back on. She wanted to be like Sonya but she was so scared. Marietta didn’t want to shun a new nudie to she decided to move things along. Before Samantha could react, Marietta calmly opened the door and stepped out in the nude with the front door wide open.

“See Sam? It’s not that hard. Looks like you left your door unlocked I see your front door is open a little bit that should make things easier. It’s just a few feet. You can do it.”

Samantha took a long look at Marietta for the first time. She was thick in all the right places and had much larger jiggly tits compared to Sonya’s but she was also very visually attractive. Marietta had a round unassuming face that also wouldn’t lend itself to someone who was into a kink such as this but here she was naked for her best friend trying to encourage Samantha to do the same.

Overwhelmed by all the support, Samantha bent over, picked up her lingerie with one hand and put her other hand in she played in her pussy. Her first time naked outside will be while she’s watched by another naked woman while she goes outside playing in her pussy.

Samantha gasped as she felt the daytime air on her private parts. She instantly got wet knowing that at any moment someone could see her. Her heart was pounding her chest. Even though it was only a few yards, she still felt so exposed but also more aroused. Her hand playing in her pussy enhanced these sensations. ağrı escort She half ran back to her place. Marietta called out “Walk next time!”

Samantha slowed her pace a few moments before she got back to her apartment. Marietta padded after her slowly knowing the risk of being seen was only a few seconds. Sonya wanting to be exposed now that she was sure that all clothing was out of her sight also stepped back out in the open and stood super woman style with her legs spread letting the air caress her wet and aroused womanly folds. Testing herself, she wanted to see how aroused she could get just standing naked outside without touching herself. To no surprise, her body responded in kind to once being exposed to fresh air. Her lips swelled to almost twice their size and her nipples hardened to big brown eraser heads. She smiled at who she had become. Her pussy was starting to drip on the concrete walkway.

Meanwhile Samantha had arrived back to her place and walked to the nearest trash can. Obediently throwing away her lingerie. It was growing quite obvious that Sonya’s clothing free lifestyle was a step beyond what she had imagined. However she was unbearably aroused. She continued to play in her pussy. Unknown to Samantha, Sonya’s influence or should we say Sonya’s suddenly manifested sweet smelling scent was more than likely the cause. Sonya’s scent and juices already demonstrated an arousing affect on Marietta and the couple in the park. Samantha was now part of Sonya’s sphere of influence. Marietta stood and watched the naked woman gingerly parade around her apartment nude but she could also tell Samantha was nervous.

“Hey Sam? I know there is a lot to take in,” Marietta said, “But look at me, I was supposed to be Sonya’s guardian but apparently now I’m her partner in crime. Are you sure you want to go through with this, you look so nervous.”

Samantha replied quickly, “I’m fine. I want to do this. I just didn’t expect to do this so soon. It’s such a rush to be naked in front of strange women and then going outside and then throwing away my clothes. I..,” She stuttered, “I want to.., play with myself.. but I’m too ashamed to do it in front of someone.”

“Well, I can let Sonya know and we will wait for you to come back. You just have to come back naked or Sonya won’t let you in.” Samantha sighed in relief. It felt good to get that off her chest. Her eyes had been opened to a new world and her body was ready but her mind was still catching up. Marietta smiled warmly at Samantha. Her small voice, and tiny shapely frame and her shy innocence eclipsed the possible threat of this woman taking Sonya away from her. Letting her insecurities rest, she walked over and hugged the naked woman.

“Whenever you get nervous,” Marietta said “remember there are two other women like you living this lifestyle that are here to help you.”

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During the past two years, I have discovered my love of home nudity. It began casually, when I would take a shower and just enjoy air-drying in the bathroom and around the house. It was admittedly almost strictly sexual at that time. However, with each shower or clothing change at home, I realized how comfortable I felt in the buff. The wife thankfully didn’t mind, and even joins me on occasion. Of course, regardless of how comfy it feels, sometimes it is quite arousing. Which leads to a small adventure I had.

With the winter months safely behind on the calendar, I began to disrobe more frequently as the temperature climbed. Early May finally brought reprieve from the arctic air, and I decided to venture into the backyard nude. It had to be at night, because I do not have privacy-fencing in the backyard. Lucky for me the neighbors here in Suburbia bed early, and the backyard is reasonably dark. I’m afforded just enough ambient light to see myself and the general environment of the backyard. The first night the temperature hit and held at 70 degrees, I threw on a t-shirt, some shorts and flip flops, and headed for the backyard.

I took a cigarette with me to justify my trip. Once in the backyard, I felt the familiar pangs of nervousness swell up in my stomach. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled off my t-shirt and stepped out my flip flops. The grass was cool and and tickled my feet sweetly. The gentle breeze roamed my chest and caressed my nipples until they stiffened. It crept up my legs into the mesh basketball shorts I had on. Although it was nighttime and there was little chance rize escort anyone would have reason to enter my backyard, I was nervous about being caught. After a minute of excited doubt, I slid down my shorts and dropped them on my flip flops.

This was the first time I had been completely nude outside, and my cock quickly rose to attention. The breeze kicked up again and crossed the shaft and head this way and that. It hugged my balls and blew across my ass softly. I lit my cigarette and tried hard to ignore my arousal, because I simply wanted to enjoy this new and divine experience. I dabble in amateur astronomy, and decided to stargaze to take my mind off myself.

Looking up into the beautiful, clear night sky, I let my mind run wild as it always does when I stargaze. I thought about each star I was looking at; how far away it might be; how big it was and how long it had been burning in the night sky. I fancied the thought of someone or something light years away, doing the same thing I was doing and thinking as they saw the little white speck in the sky that was our sun. I smoked my cigarette, and before long I realized my cock was soft and sitting calmly on my balls.

I basked in the freedom and peace I was feeling. I felt…natural, if that makes sense. I felt close to the grass, the trees, the breeze, and the hundreds of stars crowding the canopy of night above my head. I knew then that I would be doing this more frequently, weather permitting. I decided to keep the experience fresh and prepared to head inside.

Just as I bent to sakarya escort snuff my smoke in the grass, a strong breeze picked up. It swept across my inner thighs, and rushed up and against my naked and exposed anus. It was a delicious and erotic sensation, and I gasped in surprise. I closed my eyes and held the position, exhaling as the wind caressed me back there. It was cool and urgent as it pressed into me. I reached back and lightly spread myself a little more, amazed at how exquisite and new this felt. My soft cock pulsed to life and my balls tightened a bit. Without thinking about it, I reached down and took myself in my hand and began to gently stroke. An urgent and thick bead of precum quickly spilled out of my pink cockhead, and the sensitivity because of the breeze was intense. I moaned and lowered myself to my knees. Spreading my knees apart, I let go of my cheeks and placed a palm on the ground. My other hand continued its sexy work between my legs. My cock throbbed and was fully erect in no time as more sticky precum gushed from the head.

I closed my eyes and bent forward a little more to expose myself to the elements. I was getting lost in a sea of sensations. The strong breeze enveloped my entire body like a silk stocking and cooed softly in my ears. The smell of sweet grass was stronger with every breath and was like a pillow under my knees and hand. The rustle of the trees and a few nighttime bugs were joined by the secret but audible slapping sounds of my balls between my thighs. Instinct took over and I stopped thinking; my hips samsun escort bucked forward and back as I greedily jerked the hard wet cock between my legs. My asshole began to contract and expand, and I felt sticky precum running through my fingers and roping its way onto my thighs.

Controlling the orgasm was impossible. I let out a long, throaty moan. A hot, white thick burst of cum shot out of my cock, followed by a second and third just as large. I lost count after that, keenly aware of several spurts that splattered my calves. A thick strand looped back up and clung to my pubic hair. My thighs spasmed and a series of small but urgent “uh uh uh” noises fell from my lips. I slowed my strokes as the last of my love dribbled from the tip of my slick cock. I kept my eyes closed, breathing heavily and savoring the moment. Rather than worry about cleaning up, I ran my hands around and over my groin and thighs, spreading my sweet juices. It was dirty and hot and sexy and beautiful all at once. Without intending to, my slick fingers ran up past my balls and between my cheeks. My tight pink hole contracted as the wetness of my orgasm slid over it. Finally I stopped, surprised at how raw and erotic I felt. It was liberating and I was at peace with myself, my body, and my sexuality.

At last I stood up and slipped my shorts back on. It was a sticky mess immediately inside them, but I was too satisfied to care. I put on my t-shirt and flip flops, then stole back into the house. I took a long and soothing lukewarm shower, evaluating the experience I just had. I knew I would try it again, and couldn’t wait to see how the next time would be.

Since then I’ve enjoyed quite a few nude trips into the backyard at night. More often than not they are not sexual, just for comfort and freedom. But sometimes, when the wind blows just right, I “commune” with myself and nature all the same.

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