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I have done this trip home a few times from work before. It’s now 6pm. It’s been a long day. I take this opportunity to take a well deserved nap. But tonight apart from the usual bumps and sounds of the train running along the tracks, there was largely quietness in the half filled train. At the next stop a lady in her thirties is speaking on her mobile enters and sits on the opposite side facing me. She speaks in a foreign tongue. She sounded a little agitated as she spoke. She looked foreign. Very attractive looking. She was small in stature. She was wearing a short dress. I watched her as she spoke. She was elegant but wasn’t too happy at the person at the other end. She was angry at her husband or boyfriend judging by her expressions. I listened to her a few more minutes then drifted to sleep.

I approached her and greeted her in Spanish.

“Como Estas.”

She looked up at me and smiled. Yes I was right she is Spanish speaking. She must be from South America. I learned a little Spanish, as at work I often meet Spanish speaking people. So it was handy knowing just the basic greetings. At least it sort of breaks the ice as they say.

I sit down next to her and ask if everything is OK. She smiled at me. I melted as I stared into her beautiful eyes. Astonishingly she reaches out and touches me on my thigh. My groin awakes and I feel myself growing.

“Do you want me?” She whispers in English.

My looks said it all. She begins to stand up and proceeds to slowly strip. I looked around the train and people were beginning to take notice. I feel nervous. She removes everything except her sexy pink panties. I could hardly contain my excitement.

She then faces me and sits on my lap. urfa escort Wrapping her arms around my head she begins to kiss me. By now I was as hard can be. I am sure she feel the hardness poking into her as she passionately kissed me. Her perfume was turning me on but it was her natural body scent that was mesmerizing me. That smell of a beautiful woman. Her breasts small natural and perky looked delicious. I touch them and proceeded to suck on her stiff hard nipples. She starts to moan. I groped her while licking her all over. I never knew Spanish speaking women were so hot. Then she gets off me and guides me to lie down on the seat. I can see everyone watching now. It was really arousing me.

She stood there and removes her panties. My god she was stunning. She had an amazing figure. Her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed. Then she comes over to me. My heart goes crazy. My mind in ecstasy.

As I lied there, she comes on top of me in the classic 69 position. I look up and see her pussy and anus. I can smell the different pungent musky odor. I part her pubic hairs to expose her protruding labia, then spread her pussy lips wide open. The highly erotic image of her vulva appears. It’s surface creamy, wet and crusty. Dirty.

I hear her talking in Spanish. I wished I knew what she was saying. Then I feel her pulling my hardness out at the other end. Then the warm sensation of her sucking me in her mouth. I was in heaven as I examined her while she worked on me. I brought her close, my nose touches the moist surface of her anus. I inhale the odor. It was incredibly erotic.

Then I proceed to lick her out. The different musky smells were playing with my mind and senses. Her taste, different sivas escort from other women. I licked and sucked her juices like a possessed animal. I was highly aroused now.

She the sits up and starts to ride my face. Slowly at first then quickly. She moans in excitement as she deliberately massaged my face with her pussy. She rolls her head in sheer pleasure, licking her lips and rolling her nipples between her fingers as she rode me quickly to orgasm.

People were all watching quietly. The only sounds were the delicious sound of her excited moans and the sound of the train on the tracks. She orgasms. She speaks out loud in Spanish as it washes over her. I sense myself wanting to cum. She senses I was needing relief. She gets off me and I sit up against the seat.

She then sits close to my right and begins to passionately kiss me. She was absolutely hot. Experienced. Her right hand lightly teases me and massages my testicles. The warmth of her hand incredible. She starts to moan excitedly. I glimpse at everyone watching us. They watched in silence. I was so turned on by their eyes. And so was she.

She begins to lick her palm whilst staring at me and rubs the saliva over the swollen head. She twists her hand firmly. I groaned in pleasure. Then pumps her right hand quickly. I was in heaven. My mind explodes with pleasure. I was enjoying her technique and experience. If her husband or boyfriend knew what she is doing now they would be angry and mortified. She repeats the same for a little longer. I looked at her beautiful face. She was whispering words in Spanish. Her excited moans was getting to me. I close my eyes to enjoy her. She senses my approaching orgasm.

Then tekirdağ escort she bends over and spits hard at the wet engorged head, twisting the thick liquid firmly before pumping her hand extremely fast. Oh my god I pump my hip rhythmically to her right hand. I hear her breathing pick up. I hear her excitement and enthusiasm. She was really enjoying it. She moans and talks in Spanish as she masturbated me.

“Oh yah! oh yah!”

She moans in her high pitched Spanish English accent.

I moan loud as my orgasms approaches. This was incredible. I am in love with Spanish speaking women. Her handjob becomes frenzied. The loud sound of her stroking audible in the train carriage. Her hand becomes a blur. Her moaning gets to me. I start to cum. I throw my head back and side to side in absolute pleasure. My cum explodes everywhere. She squeals out in Spanish as she continued masturbating me fast. My god I was really done now, as I grab her hand to stop her. But she deliberately pushes it away before slowing down. The sexy look on her blushing face unforgettable. She was incredibly amazing. Experienced.

I see a man approach the seat. His penis hard and erect. He sits down and grabs her hand. But she pushes him away, then gets up and dresses quickly, before casually walking off as the train stops at the next station.

I open my eyes and I am sitting at the opposite side of the carriage like before. Most of the people have gone now. My mind in disbelief. My groin still pulsating. That was an incredible dream I thought. But as the train stops at the next station I get up to leave. As I walk past the seat on the other side, I noticed the messy semen splashes scattered around the seat. My god, it wasn’t a dream after all. I smell my fingers and then realise, I was with her, this woman. It did all happen. Since then I have a new found desire for Spanish speaking ladies, in particular this lady. But I was never to see her again on this train.

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Kapitel 8 — Besuch von „Onkel Sam”

Heute etwas länger 😉

So wurde es in den nächsten Monaten nicht wirklich langweilig. Deutlich aufregender wurde es aber, als ich einen Anruf von dem Banker erhielt, der mir in der Vergangenheit immer mal wieder zu einem lukrativen Aktienpaket verholfen hatte. Doch dieses Mal wollte er mir nichts verkaufen, sondern etwas zurückkaufen. Es stellte sich heraus, dass ein anderer Klient seine Anteile unbedingt vergrößern wollte, weil er wegen einer bevorstehenden Übernahme ein besonders lukratives Geschäft erwartete. Natürlich war ich nicht begeistert, das Geschäft nicht selber machen zu können. Allerdings war das Angebot so hoch über dem aktuellen Kurs, dass ich zumindest darüber nachdachte. Als er merkte, dass ich immer noch zauderte, versprach er, noch ein besonders attraktives, wenn auch etwas unmoralisches Angebot dazu zu legen.

Details erfuhr ich dann einige Tage später.

Sein bewusster Kunde war Amerikaner und hatte dort besondere Kontakte zur Erwachsenenindustrie. Genau für diesen Zweck, sein Aktienpaket zu vervollständigen, hatte er sich der Dienste einer jungen Dame aus der Branche versichert, die ihrerseits gerne eine Drehpause machen und bei der Gelegenheit etwas von Europa sehen wollte. Diese junge Lady weilte nun gerade jetzt in Deutschland und wäre bereit, jemanden wie mich kennen zu lernen. Ich wurde zumindest neugierig und fragte nach Einzelheiten.

So erfuhr ich, dass sie sich mit einem ehemaligen Präsidenten den Namen teilte und sich mit dem Beweis ihrer besonderen Fähigkeiten als Golfspielerin hervorgetan hatte. Nach einer kurzen Recherche fand ich diverse Detail über (ich nenne sie hier aus verschiedenen Gründen) Gabi, die mich nicht kalt ließen und nachdem ich den Erlös für meine Aktien noch etwas optimieren konnte, stimmte ich dem Deal zu. Allerdings ging dieser Zustimmung noch ein längeres Telefonat mit Gabi voraus, bei dem sie mich mehr ausfragte als ich sie und sie mir ausdrücklich bestätigte, dass sie für diesen Job gebucht sei und ihren Vertrag mit großem Vergnügen erfüllen würde, weil er einfach mehrere Fliegen mit einer Klappe schlug.

Schon am nächsten Tag kam sie mit einem Flieger aus Frankfurt an und entschied sich gegen ein Hotel zugunsten meiner Wohnung. So stand mir eine Woche Vollzeitbetreuung mit gleichzeitiger Auffrischung meiner englischen Sprachkenntnisse bevor. Gabi sprach kein Wort Deutsch und ihr Französisch war, wie sich zeigte, ausschließlich nonverbal. Der geneigte Leser gestatte mir an dieser Stelle, dass ich sämtliche Konversation zwischen Gabi und mir hier in Deutsch wiedergeben werde.

So vermeide ich den einen oder anderen sprachlichen Fehler und wer englische Literatur schätzt, wird an anderer Stelle sicher eher fündig.

Ich holte sie direkt vom Flughafen Terminal ab, um die Gesellschaft so lange wie möglich auszukosten. Als sie das Ankunftsterminal verließ, erkannte ich sie sofort. Ich kann aber auch nicht wirklich behaupten, dass sie sehr auf Diskretion bedacht war. Gabi ist ohne Schuhe ca. 1,70 groß und hatte bei ihrer Ankunft ihr eigentlich brünettes Haar blond gefärbt. Ihr Gesicht würde ich eher als rundlich bezeichnen, nicht hässlich anzuschauen, aber auch nicht der Brüller für den nächsten Miss World Contest. Ich würde es fast als kindlich bezeichnen. Zu einem Pferdeschwanz zusammengebunden, fiel ihre Haarlänge nicht so sehr auf. Das war auch nicht nötig, weil die Beine bedingt durch die Rocklänge oder besser -Kürze schon für genug Aufmerksamkeit bei allen Mitreisenden sorgte. Leider lenkte hier eine Anzahl, aus meiner Sicht unglücklich platzierter Tattoos von der Schönheit ihres Laufgestells etwas ab. Der Bereich zwischen Oberschenkeln bis kurz unter die Brust machte einen normalen, nicht besonders dürren Eindruck. Dafür war ihre Oberweite wiederum der absolute Hingucker. Da ich aber hier völlig unbekannt war, störte mich die Aufmerksamkeit der Passanten wenig und wir entzogen uns sowieso schnell den Blicken der Umstehenden, indem wir ein Taxi bestiegen und uns zügig entfernten.

Auf der Fahrt bis zu meinem Appartement lernten wir uns schon mal etwas besser kennen. Gabi zeigte wirklich ein reizendes Wesen, plauderte völlig unbedarft vor sich hin und hielt es auch wohl für das natürlichste der Welt, einen Mann, den sie gerade erst kennen gelernt hatte, beim Erzählen am Oberschenkel zu berühren. Mir fiel es manchmal schwer, ihrem Smalltalk zu folgen, weil mich ihre fantastische Oberweite doch ziemlich ablenkte. DD reine Natur, dazu nur spärlich verpackt, hat man nicht jederzeit vor Augen und die Aussicht auf weitere Annäherungen taten ihr Übriges.

Weil ich ein weiteres Taxi mit der Aufgabe, sich um ihr Gepäck zu kümmern, betraut hatte, konnten wir, bei mir angekommen, schnell im Lift verschwinden. Jetzt waren wir erstmalig allein. Gabi ließ nichts anbrennen. „do you kiss?” oh sorry, „küsst du?”

„Gerne, aber der Lift ist schnell und wir haben danach alle Zeit.” Ungeachtet meiner Antwort hatte ich sie sofort am Hals. Ihre Lippen waren weich und nicht bursa escort aufdringlich. Sie schmeckte fantastisch. Nur ihre Airbags waren insofern störend, dass sich bei deren Berührung bei mir sofort was in der Hose meldete. Aber da waren wir schon oben und die Wohnungstür lag direkt dem Lift gegenüber. Ich ließ Gabi eintreten und sie begab sich sofort auf Erkundungstour durch ihr Domizil für die kommenden 7 Tage. Dabei versäumte sie es in keiner Minute ihre körperlichen Vorzüge immer im besten Blickwinkel zur Schau zu stellen. Mir fiel auf, dass sie auch etliche Tattoos hatte, die von ihrer knappen Bekleidung nur spärlich verdeckt wurden. Da war sicher noch mehr zu entdecken. Nun sind Tattoos, wenn auch motivabhängig, nicht unbedingt mein Ding. Nun bin ich gewiss nicht der Typ Mann, der sich eine Dauerbeziehung mit einem Wesen dessen permanente Message „fick mich” lautet wünscht. Wenn einem Mann aber das Wort Geilheit so dicht vor der Nase herumbaumelt, dann sieht man schon mal über Derartiges hinweg.

Ich stand immer noch mitten im Wohnraum, da hatte sie ihre Erkundung bereits beendet. „Ich würde gerne zuerst einmal duschen und danach etwas essen, oder will du mich nach dem Duschen erst einmal ficken.” Da musste selbst ich, dessen derzeitiger Lebensinhalt nicht unwesentlich genau darin bestand, doch erst einmal schlucken. “Alles klar, duschen, essen, ficken. Ist dir diese Reihenfolge recht? Was hältst du von Pizza? Ich könnte was bestellen.” „Bestellen klingt gut. Dann verlieren wir keine Zeit.” Ich staunte schon wieder. Drehte sich bei Gabi alles, aber auch wirklich alles nur um Sex? Diese Vermutung sollte sich in den kommenden Tagen weitgehend bewahrheiten.

Für den Augenblick verschwand sie aber erst einmal für einige Zeit im Bad. Gerade als der Lieferservice klingelte, tauchte sie wieder auf. Die langen Haare waren noch nass. Sie trug einen winzigen String und ein riesiges T-Shirt, welches ihr immer von einer Schulter rutschte und offensichtlich nur von ihren ausladenden Brüsten halbwegs am Platz gehalten wurde. „Darf ich aufmachen und das Essen übernehmen?” „Klar, aber erschreck den armen Kerl nicht zu sehr.” Gibst du mir Geld, damit ich ihn bezahlen kann” Ich gab ihr einen Zehner. „Trinkgeld, das Essen wird vom Konto abgebucht. Ich bestelle dort öfter.” Mit diesen Worten zog ich mich etwas zurück und wartete auf die Show.

Gabi öffnete die Wohnungstür. Luigi, der Sohn des Eigentümers wollte die beiden Kartons gerade schwungvoll weiterreichen, da stockte seine Bewegung, die Kinnlade klappte runter und die Pizza geriet ins Rutschen. Gabi reagierte schnell und erwischte beide Kartons, bevor die zu Boden gingen. Dabei machte sich allerdings im T-Shirt alles selbständig, was sowieso keinen Halt hatte. Die rechte Brust ließ sich nicht halten und schaute jetzt voll aus dem übergroßen Halsausschnitt heraus. Das war zu viel. Luigi wollte flüchten. Gabi ließ die beiden Kartons auf den Boden gleiten und kümmerte sich um den Ausreißer aus ihrem Shirt. Nebenbei gelang es ihr gerade noch, den Schein zu übergeben. Schon verschwand unser kleiner Italiener im noch offen stehenden Lift. Gabi schloss die Wohnungstür und musste dann erst einmal herzhaft lachen. Ich versuchte ihr verständlich zu machen, wie sehr sie den jungen Mann zumindest verwirrt hatte und das ich mir nicht sicher sei, ob er sich so bald wieder hier her trauen würde.

Irgendwie hatte sie das wohl in den falschen Hals bekommen. War es nur meine Sprachschwierigkeit oder ihr Temperament? Jedenfalls begann sie laut zu fluchen und gab den Pizzakartons einen kräftigen Tritt. Das war nun wiederum mir zu viel. Derartiges wollte ich in den kommenden Tagen nicht wieder erleben. Da ich zwischenzeitlich in meinem Lieblingssessel saß, bat ich sie in einem strengen Ton, der keinerlei Spielraum für Diskussionen deutlich machen sollte, zu mir. Unerzogene kleine Mädchen müssen erzogen werden.

Gabi folgte erstaunlich schnell meiner Anweisung und stand blitzartig neben mir. Auch als ich sie am Arm fasste und herunter zog, folgte sie als ob das eine längst abgesprochene Szene in einem ihrer Filmchen sei. Im Nu lag sie bäuchlings quer auf meinen Oberschenkeln. Beine links, fast kniend, Oberkörper rechts soweit, dass ihre ungezähmten Brüste der Schwerkraft folgend, neben meinen Oberschenkeln hingen. Mit den Händen stützte sie sich leicht am Boden ab.

Ihr Prachtarsch lag vor mir, wie auf einem Präsentierteller. Ich konnte mich nicht zurückhalten. Für Gabi völlig unerwartet rauschte meine rechte Hand mit maximal möglicher Kraft und Geschwindigkeit in Richtung rechte Sitzfleischhälfte, wo sie mit einem scharfen Klatschen zielsicher landete. Ein kurzes Muskelzucken folgte dem spitzen Schrei den ich natürlich erwartet hatte. Die Pobacke färbte sich unverzüglich rosa. Aber sonst …. passierte nichts. Gabi blieb liegen und wartete.

Ich streichelte ihr sanft über das gerade gezüchtigte Fleisch und wanderte dann weiter zu der seitlichen Schleife, mit der dieses miniaturisierte Etwas von String bis eben noch çanakkale escort zusammengehalten wurde. Gleiches führte ich auch auf der anderen Seite durch. Mit der linken Hand leicht zwischen ihre noch geschlossenen Schenkel fahrend, konnte ich diese so weit spreizen, dass es mir leicht möglich war, dieses jetzt befreite Kleidungsstück unter ihr hinweg zu ziehen und achtlos zur Seite zu werfen.

Als Gabi gerade Anstalten machte, ihre Schenkel weiter zu spreizen, spürte sie den zweiten Schlag auf der linken Seite. Ihre Reaktion war vergleichbar, aber jetzt wollte sie offensichtlich ihr Schenkel wieder zusammen pressen. Rechtzeitig schaffte ich es aber noch, meine Hand soweit dazwischen zu schieben, dass meine Fingerspitzen ihr Lustzentrum erreichen konnten. Und was musste ich dabei feststellen? Diese ach so junge Fotze war jetzt schon nass.

Es erforderte zwei weitere klatschende Hände auf den süßen Popo und etwas gutes Zureden, dann waren ihre Schenkel so weit auseinander, wie es ihre jetzige Position zuließ. Jetzt konnte meine linke Hand die kleine feuchte Pornopussy ausgiebig inspizieren. Während meine rechte Hand seitlich an ihr herunter erstmalig ihre riesige Titte griff und sich augenblicklich mit diesem Attribut männerverwirrender Weiblichkeit anfreundete, inspizierte ich mit Links ihren sich jetzt öffnenden Schlitz und staunte über die in so kurzer Zeit produzierte Geilflüssigkeit. Das war so viel, dass es mir ein Leichtes war, auch ihre Rosette soweit zu benetzen, dass mein Daumen problemlos einzudringen vermochte.

Apropos Rosette: hier erwartete mich ein wirkliches Schmuckstück. Diese Öffnung war makellos. Dass es dort nicht den geringsten Anschein einer Behaarung gab, bedarf sicher keiner Erwähnung. Zwei bis drei Finger breit war die Haut etwas dunkler gefärbt und zog sich in wenigen Falten Richtung dunkler Öffnung zusammen. Gabi hatte den schließenden Ringmuskel offensichtlich so gut unter Kontrolle, dass es ihr kein Problem war, meinem Daumen Zugang zu gewähren.

Mittel- und Ringfinger inspizierten gleichzeitig so die Rückwand ihrer feuchten Spalte, dass es ein Leichtes war, Daumen und Finger gegeneinander zu reiben. Es war eigentlich nur als Test gedacht, aber Gabi reagierte auf diese Stimulation derartig heftig, dass ich ein — zwei Minuten später ein total durchnässtes Hosenbein hatte und meine neue Gespielin sich mit einem Abgang belohnte, wie ich ihn selten zu sehen oder spüren bekam.

Gabi erholte sich erstaunlich schnell. Sie stand auf um sich sofort wieder, aber dieses Mal breitbeinig auf meinen Schoß zu setzen. Während ich sie mit beiden Händen leicht am Gesäß haltend zu mir zog, hielt sie meinen Kopf und überflutete mich mit einer Unmenge sanfter, feuchter Küsse und bestätigte mir, dass sie eine derartige Behandlung dringend nötig gehabt hatte. Schließlich sei ihr letztes Mal mindesten 2 Tage her gewesen. Das konnte ja noch was werden.

Und ich wurde nicht enttäuscht. Als ich von der Knutscherei langsam eine Kiefersperre bekam und es mir auch sonst eng wurde, bemerkte Gabi die nasse Hose und bestand auf deren Entfernung. Gesagt, getan. Direkt im Anschluss an meine Befreiung bekam ich eine Lektion über die handwerklichen Fähigkeiten meiner kleinen Amerikanerin. Sie komplettierte ihre Vorstellung durch den vollen Einsatz aller drei geeigneten Körperöffnungen. All das vollzog sie, ohne dass ich mich aus meinem Sessel erheben musste. Zum Abschluss konnte ich kaum aufstehen.

Die Pizza wurde in der Mikrowelle erwärmt. Wir befriedigten unsere kulinarischen Gelüste ohne Lust, aber umso schneller, um dann über einen kurzen Aufenthalt unter der Dusche im Schlafzimmer zu verschwinden.

Von dort gab es keine spektakulären Vorkommnisse zu berichten. Die Zeit verging überwiegend mit gegenseitigen Berichten über das jeweilige Leben. Gabi bewunderte, wie ich in so späten Jahren noch mal zu einer nicht gewöhnlichen Art der Sexualität zurück gefunden hatte. Ich lernte, wie ein junges Mädchen mit ganz ansehnlichen Körperproportionen und einer ausgeprägten Neigung zum Exhibitionismus vom zur Schau stellen ihrer Reize über einen guten Fotografen und dem dadurch immer reichlicher fließenden Taschengeld in einer Branche landete, die neben der Vereinigung ihrer bisher gekannten Gelüste ihr nahezu unbegrenzte Orgasmen bot — und davon konnte sie nie genug bekommen.

So ergab es sich auch in dieser Nacht, dass aus einer Haut an Haut Kuschelei, bei der ich mir alle Mühe gab, ihre Triggerpunkte aufzuspüren und zu bedienen, sie sich befleißigte, mir den einen oder anderen Höhepunkt zu bescheren. Dabei stellte sich auch heraus, dass ihr meine durchschnittliche Anatomie nicht in jeder Stellung ausreichte. Es entstand ein Gespräch über Männer mit dunkler Hautfarbe und ihrer äußerorentlichen Männlichkeit. Und natürlich hatte sie damit im Laufe ihrer Karriere vielfach Erfahrungen sammeln können. Mit einem nicht mal so verwegenen Gedanken, einem Lächeln im Gesicht und einer äußerst attraktiven Brustwarze zwischen den Lippen läutete çankırı escort ich die Nachtruhe ein.

Nach dem Frühstück beschlossen wir, einen Bummel durch unsere schöne Stadt zu machen und vielleicht das eine oder andere Andenken zu erwerben. Es fiel mir nicht schwer, unsere Tour so zu legen, dass wir an einem mir nicht unbekannten Wäschegeschäft vorbei kamen. Ich hätte mich schon sehr irren müssen, wenn es Gabi nicht hineingezogen hätte.

Chris war anwesend und ich konnte sehen, wie sehr sie versuchte, Gabis Rolle zu erkunden. Da ich aber alles übersetzten musste, konnte ich die entstehende Unterhaltung einigermaßen steuern. Jedenfalls war beiden Girls recht schnell klar, dass sie sich derzeit wohl den selben Schwanz teilten. Als dann der Hengst aus Neugierde oder Zufall auch noch im Verkaufsraum auftauchte, fielen Gabi erst die Augen aus dem Kopf und dann erkannte sie recht schnell, warum wir heute hier gelandet waren. Zu allem Überfluss konnte unser Freund sich mit ihr in ihrer Muttersprache unterhalten und so flirteten die Beiden, dass sich alle Balken bogen.

Die reduzierte Aufmerksamkeit auf uns nutzten Chris und ich zum Pläne schmieden. Ich klärte sie in groben Zügen über Gabis Funktion und Fähigkeiten auf und ließ dabei nicht unerwähnt, dass Gabi schon bewiesen hatte, dass sie mit ungewöhnlicher Anatomie umzugehen wusste. Ich bot Chris an, uns mit dem Hengst zu besuchen und ihm zu dem Anlass ein ganz besonderes Geschenk zu machen. Er könne sich einen lang gehegten Wunsch erfüllen und sie dabei ihren zarten Schließmuskel schonen, auch wenn sie sich dazu sicherlich mir mal wieder hingeben müsse. Schließlich wollte ich als Initiator ja auch meinen Spaß haben.

Natürlich hatte ich derzeit Gabi und sie war allzeit bereit. Aber schon bald wäre sie wieder weg und Anna stand mir auch nicht jederzeit zur Verfügung. Da ist es immer gut, wenn man noch ein weiteres Eisen im Feuer hat. Chris stimmte zu und so bemühte ich mich um ein Ende des Besuchs bei Chris, nicht ohne dass eine hauchzarte Winzigkeit in schwarz den Besitzer wechselte und in einer kaum größeren Einkaufstasche davon getragen wurde.

Den weiteren Tag verbrachten wir mit einem ausgedehnten Lunch in einem netten Straßenrestaurant und einem Museumsbesuch. Zwischendurch gab es immer wieder Spaziergänge, überwiegend begleite von durchaus frivolen Schilderungen aus Gabis reichhaltigen Repertoire von Erlebnissen mit mehr oder weniger geilen Filmpartnern.

In einem Villenviertel fiel mir ein südländischer Typ auf, der sowohl Gabi als auch mir äußerst unsympathisch vorkam. Er verließ eine der Prunkvillen zusammen mit einem kleinen, vielleicht 5-jährigen Jungen, den er zu einem nahen Spielplatz begleitete. Wir beobachteten dieses so ungleiche Paar aus angemessener Distanz eine Weile und wunderten uns darüber, mit welcher Liebe er sich um seinen offensichtlichen Sohn kümmerte.

Ich hätte das hier nie erwähnt, würde dieses Erlebnis im Laufe der Zeit nicht noch eine Bedeutung bekommen.

Auf unserem Rückweg besorgten wir uns noch ein paar Kleinigkeiten zu Essen und beschlossen den kommenden Abend zuhause zu verbringen.

Dort angekommen, begab ich mich an die Vorbereitung unseres Nachtmals, während Gabi im Bad verschwand, um sich frisch zu machen und dem Anlass entsprechend zu kleiden. Zurück kam sie in einem ärmellosen, extrem engen, schwarzen Pulli, der so lang war, dass er genauso gut auch als Minikleid hätte durchgehen können. Darunter trug sie oben offensichtlich nichts und unten mit dem gerade erst erstandenem „Nichts” fast nichts.

„Autsch!” prompt hatte ich mich in den Finger geschnitten. Kein Wunder bei den Aussichten. So, wie Gabi die Treppe herunter kam, wusste ich wirklich nicht, wohin ich zuerst schauen sollte. Leittragender war jetzt mein linker Zeigefinger. Gabi spielte umgehend Krankenschwester, wobei sie deutlich machte, dass sie froh sei, dass meine rechte Hand noch unverletzt sei. Um nicht alles voll zu kleckern und auch aus hygienischen Gründen bekam ich links einen Gummihandschuh verpasst. Auch nicht schlecht.

Zum Essen kuschelten wir uns auf die Wohnlandschaft vor die Videowand. Ich zeigte Gabi, wie der Fernseher auch zum Surfen zu gebrauchen war und sie entführte mich daraufhin an einen Ort, den wohl die meisten Herren dieser Erde irgendwann schon mal besucht hatten.

Natürlich hat das Beobachten von Leuten beiderlei Geschlechts bei mach menschlichen Tätigkeiten, ohne dass sie übermäßig bekleidet sind, so seine Reize. Wenn dann aber eine der Hauptakteurinnen der Vorstellung direkt neben einem liegt, einem die Hose öffnet und sich die Brüste streicheln lässt, so ist das eindeutig eine absolute Steigerung derartiger Genüsse.

So kuschelten, streichelten, fummelten und knutschten wir uns durch so manchen ihrer mehr oder weniger gelungenen Clips. Ich hatte schon nach kurzer Zeit einen Dauerständer, den Gabi zweimal angemessen bediente. Sie war relativ relaxt und wurde erst nervös, als ein offensichtlich naher Verwandter unseres geschätzten Hengstes auftauchte und sie nach Strich und Faden, oder besser, in typischer Pornomanier durchvögelte. Als ich ihr dann eine reale „Hengstparade” in Aussicht stellte, wurde meine kleine Rita dann doch so wuschig, dass sie ihr Recht auf Revanche durch mich einforderte und sich bis zu ihrem finalen Ende fisten ließ.

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Disclaimer: All persons in this story are over the age of 18 and everything is consensual.

As you know by now after reading several of my stories my girlfriend loved playing with me. She loved having fun too. When we weren’t crawling on each other like horny teenagers we also went out and had a lot of fun. We both had some great hobbies, and we both enjoyed many things. One of the more simple things we enjoyed was just simply going out on dates. We would go out for dinner and then either go out to a bar, the mall or go see a movie. We usually chose simple date night ideas and saved big things for special occasions. I remember when the movie Fifty Shades Darker came out. She told me we had to go see it, but before we did we had to see the first one. We watched the first one together one night. I know there is a lot of controversy surrounding the Fifty Shades series. I personally enjoyed the movies, but I think a lot of people were expecting something different. I also think a lot of people read too far into the movie plots and such.

Anyways, when the movie was finally in theaters we went to see it. I was one of a few guys in the theater, and the guys that were there were with their girlfriends. None of them really looked to happy to be there and I can only imagine their girlfriends didn’t show them the first movie. Dakota Johnson definitely became one of my celebrity crushes after seeing the first Fifty Shades movie. I’d imagine the majority of the guys in that theater were also equally intrigued after they got to see her naked.

My girlfriend and I actually sat closer to the front of the theater because most of the “good seats” were taken, but the chairs reclined nicely so it didn’t matter. We both knew the movie was going to have sex scenes and it was going to make us hornier than we usually were, but we discussed it and we decided doing anything that publicly was probably not the smartest decision. After all, we didn’t want to catch a charge. We did hold hands and kiss a bit during the movie and she also snuggled up to me. I almost wish we had a blanket, but I had a bad habit of falling asleep during movies so it’s probably good we didn’t. After the movie was over we were both chomping at the bit to get out of that theater. I noticed several couples who didn’t stand up right away and I can only assume it was because the guys had a little tent going on. My mind was focused elsewhere and it was focused on getting somewhere I could make sweet love to my girl. As soon as we got in the parking lot, we began discussing things we saw in the movie. We talked about new ideas and things we wanted to try as we were walking to my vehicle and as soon as we got in she climbed over on my lap and began to passionately kiss me. It was cold outside and so I started the car for heat, but to my surprise she reached back and turned the key off.

She said “we will keep each other warm for now”.

I knew what that meant. As soon as she said that her jacket came off and then her shirt. then she reached down between the seat and the door and grabbed the lever to lay my seat back. I held us up as the seat went back and she pulled my hoodie and my shirt off.

I said “babe this parking lot is going to be crawling with people here soon we got out quick”.

She just said “who cares? did you see the movie we were all just watching?”

After she said that she pulled my arms around her, and my hand met her bra clasp. I undid it with two fingers and it sprung around immediately sliding down her arms. She pulled it the rest of the way off and there we were both topless my car. She snuggled up to my chest and began making out with me.

The next thing I knew she was reaching down trying to unbutton my jeans and I reached down and gently stopped her saying “baby, lets get dressed and go home, I want to really fuck you good tonight and that’ll be hard to do here”.

She begrudgingly agreed and hopped over to the passenger seat still fully topless. She decided to just put her jacket back on and leave her shirt and bra off. I just slipped my hoodie on and turned the car on and drove us home. That night we had some amazing sex. I definitely didn’t pull out, and we spent the remainder of the evening in the bath tub together talking about what new fun ideas we had for exposure and sex. That’s when she suggested the idea this story is about.

As we were sitting in the tub she said “I kuşadası escort have a great idea!”.

I said “oh yeah, what is it?”, and that is when she explained the idea to me.

The idea was that we would start in the bedroom upstairs one night when we had the townhouse to ourselves. She’d start by undressing me and edging me for a bit with her hands only. Then she would grab me a pair of shorts, a t shirt and a blindfold. She would walk me downstairs all the way to the bottom floor to the front door naked. Her car would be parked right out front, and she would make sure of it. We also would start this later in the evening on a weeknight to make sure people were mostly asleep. She would go out to the car by herself, leaving me standing in the open doorway naked with a hard cock, and take my clothes with her. Then she would start the car and get the engine warm while I was standing there stroking and watching her. After she got the engine warm, she would come back to the porch and escort me to the car. I would get in the passenger seat and she would get in the driver seat and then take the blindfold, blindfold me and I would buckle up. Then I would push the button and lay the seat back all the way. At this point she would reach over and begin stroking my cock and without warning she would stop, put the car in drive and start driving. Once I felt the car moving I would take over stroking. She would drive for at least 20 minutes and I wasn’t allowed to cum until we parked somewhere she wanted me to cum. Then I would cum in her mouth and she would give me an article of clothing to wear home. Once we get home I would have to remove it again and then lay there until she decided to get out and get me out of the car and walk me inside still blindfolded.

After she explained this grandiose idea to me I had a few questions. What if someone was outside when she went to walk me to the car or back inside the house? What if we get pulled over? What if someone in a higher vehicle or building looks over and sees me clearly stroking my cock naked? She decided to make some revisions to the idea. I would wear shorts and a t shirt to get in the car and then strip and I would wear them to walk back inside. She also said I could keep the shorts in the front seat next to me and if we were getting pulled over she would give me a fair warning to slip them on. She said the other question would be a risk we would just have to take. I decided that I was willing to try it.

We finished up our bath and went to bed. She slept through the night, but I stayed up cause I had to work the following day and needed sleep before my night shift.

I decided we would try the idea on the upcoming Wednesday since I was off work that day.

The next few days went by and we lived our normal lives. She went to work during the day, I went to work at night. We had sex a lot, but I told her I wanted to try the idea on Wednesday so she said on Tuesday I wasn’t allowed to cum. Instead of having sex she rode my face twice that day. I didn’t mind. I loved how her pussy tasted. I loved giving her oral.

Finally, Wednesday rolled around. I kissed her goodbye before work that morning and I fell asleep. When I eventually woke up around 2 pm or so I texted her and told her I was excited for this evenings plans. She responded fairly quickly and agreed. I got up and took a shower and while I was in the shower she called me to tell me she got out of work early and was on her way home. I asked her what she wanted for dinner and she said “your cock” and I said “that’s desert”. She finally decided on a restaurant we both loved. When she got home she was upset I showered without her. I got in the shower with her and showered again. That made her really happy and she started touching my cock and playing with it.

I said “what about not cumming till tonight?”.

She just giggled and kept stroking my cock till I was rock hard. Eventually, I was close to orgasm and I said “babe, I am going to cum if you don’t stop”.

I screwed myself because she stopped, turned off the water and said “alright, I’m all clean lets get ready to go to dinner”. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t open my mouth.

We got dressed and we went out for dinner. We had a nice dinner and we came back to the house. We decided to watch some tv and hang out. We relaxed and cuddled for awhile and watched a few episodes kocaeli escort of a show we were watching together. Then we decided to go upstairs and start having some fun. She undressed me and tied my arms and legs to the bedpost. She blindfolded me too. Then she put my airpods in my ears and turned on a lesbian porn video so all I could hear was moaning and the sounds of two girls going at it. She began caressing my body, inner thighs, nipples and finally my cock and before I knew it my cock was erect like a new building.

She was just teasing me and playing with me and that went on for awhile. She was just building me up. She knew exactly how to press my buttons and get me aroused. By the time she removed my blindfold I was on cloud nine. I felt relaxed, refreshed and excruciatingly horny. My cock was rock solid and the erection I had was not going away anytime soon. She really got me going.

She grabbed a pair of my basketball shorts and one of my t shirts. She then came over and undid my wrists and ankles. She told me it was time. I put the shirt on and then the shorts and I had a massive tent in the shorts from my erection. She looked down at it and brushed her ass up against it. That sent shivers down my spine. She grabbed a big bandana we used a blindfold and had me slip on a pair of flip flops.

She grabbed her keys and reached into my shorts then took my cock in her hand and began walking me downstairs by holding my cock. She had never done anything like that before, but I was all for it. She wasn’t doing it aggressively or painfully she was very gentle which made me stay hard all the way down to the front door. She opend the front door with my cock hanging out and I went to reach down and slip it back into my shorts.

“Don’t you dare do that, you’ll be okay with it like that” she said.

So I left it just like that. She walked out to the car, started it and got in.

Then she rolled the window down and said “come on babe I am waiting for you”.

I just starting walking out to the car with my cock flopping up and down because it was still rock hard. She was giggling in the car and when I got in.

I said “I thought you would walk back and get me.”.

She said “I decided I wanted to watch you walk out here with your cock out instead”.

I asked her if she enjoyed the show and she said she did.

At that point she said “okay, come on get naked take it all off and give it to me. I’ll set your shorts next to me and your shirt is going in the backseat”.

I took off my shirt and handed it to her and she tossed it in the back seat. Then I slid my shorts down and handed them to her and she tucked them between her leg and the center console.

She said “okay lean over here, it’s blindfold time.”.

I leaned my face over to her and she tied the blindfold around my eyes. Then she reached over me and grabbed the seatbelt and buckled me in. She asked if I could find the button to lower the seat back and I said yes. I reached down and began lowering the seat.

Then she said “don’t stop I want you all the way back”.

Around that time, unbeknownst to me, once I was all the way back she took out her phone and began taking pictures with the flash on of me. Then she reached down and began to stroke my cock. I was already hard at this point and being this exposed made me even harder. Once she stopped she put the car in drive and began driving. I began stroking and she would tell me how fast to stroke. Of course she said to stroke nice and slow to start. We began driving and we drove by the neighborhood gym.

She was like “oh my gosh people are up there and they can definitely see you if they look down at the road”.

That made my cock twitch and she saw that and said “oh you like that, huh? you want people to see you stroke your cock? You like being an exposed slut for me?”

All I could get out was a moan cause I was in a trance from how horny I was. Eventually, she said we were stopping at a redlight and an SUV pulled up next to us. She wasn’t sure if they could see in or not because she couldn’t see them through their tinted windows, but she made sure I knew I could be seen. She told me to stroke faster as she kept driving and then she drove by the clubhouse/gym again. This time I was stroking pretty fast and she was telling me people definitely saw me. That put fuel on the fire and she could konya escort see I was getting close. She told me to stop stroking and put my arms up behind my head. At this point I was laying their fully exposed with a raging hard, pulsating and throbbing cock. She was loving every second of it. She snapped another picture of me and she just pulled over to do it. Anyone, could’ve walked by on the sidewalk and seen me.

Then she kept driving and she said “I know the perfect spot for you to cum”.

She drove until she got to another redlight and as she was driving she kept reaching over and stroking my cock.

Finally, we were pulling up to the light and she said “Start stroking, you are going to cum while we wait for this light to change, cars are all around us and they can definitely see in, they will see you explode for me.”.

I was almost shocked because she really wanted me to be seen and caught. I was nervous and I was scared and I said “what if we get in trouble?”.

I will never forget what she said “I promise you will be okay baby, I won’t let that happen, just trust me okay?”

I said okay and around then she said to start stroking to make myself cum. Soon after the car came to a stop she was encouraging me and talking to me.

“You gonna cum for me baby? I want to see that big hard cock explode for me! Cum baby cum!”

I told her I was on the edge and I was expecting her to lean over and take it in her mouth and she didn’t. I came all over myself. It shot up so hard it hit me in the face, mouth, neck, chest, stomach and it even hit the window a bit. I came everywhere. I was panting and out of breathe and really nervous. She reached over and took my blindfold off and I realized we were stopped at a stop sign in the middle of nowhere. She planned the route she drove on purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing. She then reached in the backseat and pulled out a towel she had put there the day before that I didn’t know about. She handed it to me and I began to clean myself up.

Once I got cleaned up she handed me my shorts and grabbed my shirt from the back seat. Then she leaned over and began to kiss me while I was still naked. I felt a huge sense of relief come over me. I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her back and make out with her. I couldn’t help it when I pulled back and began to tell her how much I loved her.

I was getting super sappy and she just took my hand and said “I love you so much and I love making you feel amazing”.

She smiled at me and I lost it. I actually teared up a little. This girl was absolutely insane, but in the best way possible. I got my shorts back on and slid my shirt back on and then raised my seat back up and she drove us home.

Once we got home she said “lets take another hot bath and get you all cleaned up, I want to wash you and bathe you”.

I wasn’t going to argue with that. We went inside and went upstairs and she stripped naked and then stripped me naked and she took me into the bathroom. She probably thought I was to worn out to have sex after that. She started the bath and we just stood there naked embracing each other and making out. Once the bath was filled we climbed in and she started to wash my body with a sponge and body wash. She washed my entire body, but she spent a lot of time on my cock and balls. Once she was satisfied she said we should empty the bath and finish with a hot shower. I agreed and we lathered each other up with soap in the shower and got ourselves squeaky clean.

Once we got out and dried off we went into our room and I said “I want to make love to you and I don’t care if I can cum again”.

She immediately got down on her knees in front of me and took my semi flaccid cock in her mouth and began sucking me until I was rock hard. She the walked me over to the bed and asked if I wanted to be ridden. I said absolutely. She rode me to orgasm and she kept riding after that. She was bound and determined to squeeze any cum out of me that she could. Eventually, I started feeling the urge to cum and she asked if she could take it in her mouth. I told her I would love that and she got down and began sucking me to orgasm. I actually came more than I expected and as soon as I was done cumming she came up to kiss me. Without even thinking about it I kissed her back and she spit all of my cum into my mouth.

I swallowed it all and she giggled. “What did you think of that babe?” she said.

I said “I was not expecting you to do that to me, but I enjoyed it!”.

She said “I am so proud of you for tonight. I can’t wait to come up with new ideas and I am also just surprised you were able to cum again after that late night car ride!”.

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Cindy said, “Welcome back sleepyhead, we decided to put the sides down before we go swimming, it’s sweaty work, and we won’t want to do it later after we are cooled off.”

Betty looked at the other three, and they were all sweaty. They had also changed into bathing suits, although Cindy was wearing a one piece red one and the boys board shorts left lots to the imagination since they hung almost to their knees.

Betty walked to Dick and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, noticing the manly scent of sweat on him. “Thanks for the lotion, do you want me to do you?”

Dick smiled, “Not now thanks, Cindy has the spray kind, the rest of us are all good.”

There was no path over the hillside and through the woods to the swimming hole, although as soon as they started down they could hear the waterfall. “My uncle specifically tries to avoid a trail so that people who come to the swimming hole from the other side don’t come up here. Its easy to find the waterfall on the way down, but pay attention to where we are so that you can all find your way back up if I’m not with you.”

It was only a five minute walk down the hill, but the swimming hole was magnificent, a couple of pools of deep water, each carved by a waterfall, and steep cliffs maybe 10-15 feet high surrounding them. The public access side of the stream was quite crowded, with families and groups of teenagers and twenty something college kids. The campsite side was much less crowded since you had to cross the stream from the public side to get there.

The group spent several hours at the swimming hole, climbing around the rocks hatay escort and jumping into the water. Betty had to be particularly careful when she jumped in since almost every time she did so her top would come loose and flash her breasts to whoever was around. She was careful to only jump next to her friends, and sometimes strangers that she thought looked old enough. If the top just rode up she would adjust it herself, but if it came untied she would hold the bikini across her breast and return to Dick to have him retie it. After the fourth or fifth time Betty said, “You are no good at all with knots, it keeps coming loose! Are you doing that on purpose?”

Dick grinned, “No, of course not! Its not my fault you keep jumping from the ledges!”

As the day wore on most of the families left, leaving mostly just the college kids. A lot of people had their cell phones with them, and were taking pictures of the waterfalls, the sunlight bouncing off the water, and their friends. They were taking pictures of attractive strangers, too, but were trying not to be obvious about it. Betty was in a lot of those pictures.

“We should head back up now, once it gets past 4 the sun can’t get down in here and it gets a lot cooler.” Cindy said as she started packing up her stuff.

Betty looked around and realized they were the only ones on this side of the stream, and there was only a group of college aged guys at the top of the wall on the other side. “OK, only one more jump, make sure you take pictures! It will be worth it!”

Cindy and Tom looked at one another, and ığdır escort quickly got out their phones. Dick said, “The camera on my flip phone isn’t worth the effort. I’ll just watch.”

Betty grinned and quickly swam across the stream and climbed up the cliff to the jumping spot, right next to the college guys. Somehow, for the first time all day, just before she got to the top her bikini top came loose again, falling down away from her breasts with the triangles pointing down.

Betty stood up and smiled at the guys before realizing that they were all staring at her naked breasts. “Opps, sorry about that. Let me cover up.” She picked up the strings with each hand and dragged them up her body, flicking across her hardened nipples as she did so. She didn’t bother to tie it though, she just brought her left arm across to hold the triangles in place.

As she looked up at the group, a blonde one suddenly dropped his right hand, the one holding his cell phone. He blushed very red. Betty sais, “Did you just take a picture of my naked tits without asking?”

Stammering a little, “Umm, yes. Is, is that ok.”

Laughing, Betty said, “Of course it’s not ok, you shouldn’t take pictures without asking! “

The guy said, “OK, I can delete it, don’t worry! I’ll do it now!” He raised his hand like we was going to do it right then.

“Oh, there is no hurry. You can delete it tonight after you jack off a couple of times. But I do want you to delete it, ok? Oh, but before you do that, can you text it to my friend? My boyfriend would probably love to see it.” Betty gave them ısparta escort Cindy’s number.

Shocked at the permission to use the photo before deleting it, the guys all looked around at one another. A tall brown haired guy with a swimmers body who had spent much of the day in the pool down below underwater cleared his throat. He asked, “Do you want the rest, too?”

Betty was surprised, “The rest?”

Grinning, he said, “Yeah, I’ve got a really good one of you after a jump. You can totally tell your top is off because it is floating there, but you can’t really see any details of your boobies. It’s kind of artistic, really.”

Betty said, “Sure, I would like that. And all the rest, too. You can keep any of the pictures where you can’t see my tits and face at the same time, ok? But delete the rest please? I mean, after you use them a couple of times, of course.” Betty giggled.

“Oh, and you might want pictures of this, too, boys.” Betty walked to the edge of the cliff facing her friends across the stream. She reached both arms behind herself and pulled the bikini strings, pulling the top loose and collecting it into her right hand. She looked over her shoulder and almost all of the guys had their phones up, ready to take pictures. She jumped up into the air and spun around with her right arm across her breasts this time and looked at the guys as she spun past. She was moving to fast to really see them, though. Then as the rotation faced her friends again, she spread her arms wide just before splashing into the water.

As she walked out of the water she had already tied the bikini around her chest, and was adjusting the triangles over her breasts by tieing the top strings behind her head. Dick grinned at her with a little bit of surprise. “You never needed my help with that did you?”

“No, but you were so bad at it that I thought you should practice.”

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It would probably be helpful to the reader to have read Chapter One of this series.

Tom and I rode home from our dinner and a movie in silence as we contemplated the question that had slammed us both as we walked out of the X-rated theater realizing that the couple we had just had sex with was my boss and her husband. It was darker than I thought in the theater or maybe I had not been playing close attention to little details like the identity of the woman who had eaten me to a screaming climax and whose husband had ejaculated all over my tits while my husband did the same for her. Once in the brightly lit porn shop outside the theater she and I looked at each other and said,

“Carol?”

“Belinda?”

Of course the questions were academic, Carol knew me quite well as one of the teachers at the junior high school she ran and I knew her quite well as the principal I worked for. The unspoken question that remained was, “Where do we go from here?”

No one had an answer to that question. Carol looked at me and said, “We should talk on Monday.”

I responded, “Yes.”

Then the four of us walked out the door of the porn shop turning opposite directions to go to our respective cars.

Once we were in our car my husband Tom asked, “Who was that?”

“My boss,” I answered.

“Oops.”

“Yeah no shit, oops.”

Tom and I were silent as we made the long drive across town and once in the house he asked, “Do you want to talk, and I responded, a bit to my surprise, “No I want to fuck. I want to fuck with you, my husband that I love and who loves me. That was an incredibly erotic experience and I want more. We can talk about the problems in the morning.”

It was great sex. Not wild crazy sex like the orgasm Carol Billingsley had given me in the theater, but just good slow enjoyable fucking, that we repeated about three hours later when I found myself wide awake and began sucking on Tom’s cock to wake him up for more fucking.

We slept in in the morning (it was a Saturday). By 11 Tom and I were sitting across the kitchen table looking at each other over our first cup of coffee.

“Well last night was a little different. Are you mad at me?” he asked.

“Mad? Why should I be mad at you? You gave me every opportunity to back out. You should know that wild horses couldn’t have kept me from going to that theater with you.”

“Oh, that’s good.” He paused and then said, “I think.”

“Tom, I was horny as hell all week and I was dying of curiosity. Okay, yes I was more than a little scared of a new experience, but there was no way I was turning it down. So I have no business being mad at you.”

“Good.”

“Are you mad at me?” I asked.

“No. Why should I be. Going there was my idea after all.”

“Yeah but I got a little carried away.”

He chuckled. “Just a bit.”

“Well, I thought we were just going to go and watch, but . . .”

“So did I,” Tom said, “but we went a bit farther didn’t we?”

Well I certainly did,” I responded. “I didn’t see you fucking anyone though.”

“I did cum all over your boss’s chest.

I chuckled. “You certainly did.”

“But never mind all the detail,” he continued. “The question is, did you have a good time?”

“Absolutely,” I responded, “Right up until I discovered it was my boss I was having sex with.”

Tom laughed. “Yeah that was a little awkward wasn’t it.”

“No shit. Monday’s going to be awkward too.”

“Monday?”

“She said, ‘Let’s talk on Monday.’ Remember?”

“Oh yeah. Think that will be a problem? I mean she was there too and she did you first. We will just have to see how Monday goes. We’re in this together and she sure as hell is not going to fire you over this.

“But I have one more question,” he continued. “Would you like to go there again? I had a great time.”

“Hah. No surprise you horndog.

“But do I want to go again? Hmmm.” I paused as I thought before I answered. “Not right now. I’m still to traumatized by how much too far we went and about getting fucked by my boss, and . . . by how much I enjoyed it.”

“You did seem to be enjoying it,” he interrupted with a smirk on his face.

“But I have to admit Tom. I know myself. That was an incredibly erotic experience and on a toned down basis, yeah I will probably want to do it in the future. I could say no, not ever, but then I would start thinking about how erotic it was and pretty soon I would be saying, when are we going back? I’m as worthless as you Tom. But this all depends on how Monday goes.”

“Good,” he responded. It’s Saturday. Let’s go to the farmers market and get some fresh vegetables. Then I need to mow the lawn.”

I went to work a little early on Monday. I was in my classroom fussing with lesson materials but not really paying attention as I wondered when I would see Carol Billingsley. She popped in a few minutes before the kids were due.

“Good morning,” she said. I’m glad to see you’re here. How was your weekend?”

I smiled. “The weekend was fine. Farmer’s market on Saturday and the afternoon making pesto from all the basil we bought. Sunday was Church, a bit of weekend housekeeping, and kahramanmaraş escort a long phone call with my Mother.”

“No confessions I hope,” she said with a smile.

I laughed. “No confessions . . . in church or to my Mother. And I’m here because I love my job. You aren’t going to fire me are you?”

“Don’t be absurd. Of course not.”

We could hear kids out in the hall. Carol looked over her shoulder and said, “Can we talk after school. I have an irate family to deal with over lunch hour.”

“Sure. Where?” thinking she would suggest her office.

Instead she suggested a pub a few blocks away. “Four o’clock,” she said.

“Okay.”

“I’ll buy the beer,” she said as she turned and left the class room stepping aside for the first couple of kids to enter. My day had started and I was still employed.

At that hour the pub was nearly empty. The darkness was a refreshing change from the bright sun and warmth outside. Carol was sitting at a table in the corner, her long legs crossed with a beer before her. As soon as I sat across from Carol a bar maid appeared and before any real conversation could begin (beyond the delaying, ‘How were the kids today?’ and ‘Did you mollify the angry parents?’) we each had a beer before us.

I took a long pull on my beer and then said, “So?”

Carol looked at me over the top of her beer and smiled. “Yes, so?”

There was a long, painful, silence.

Finally she said, “Yes, Friday night was a surprise wasn’t it.”

I laughed and said, “No shit . . .” I paused for a moment and then said, “I could ask, ‘So, do you go there often,’ but that sounds like a bad pick-up line from a bar.”

She smiled and said, “Well, we are in a bar aren’t we?”

I laughed at that. Then she asked, “So, do you go there often?”

“No, it was our first time.”

“Not for us.”

“You’re a regular there?”

“No, . . . but occasionally . . . It just fits into certain other aspects of our lifestyle.”

I was afraid to ask about that so I said, “Was that your husband you were with?” which might have been another way of asking the same question.

“Yes, that was Ben,” my horndog husband.

“And that was Tom,” my horndog husband.

“They certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves.”

“Yes they did seem to didn’t they,” I said.

“I don’t know what Tom told you but Ben told me enjoyed cumming all over your big breasts.”

“So did Tom,” I responded. I took another long pull on the beer.

“But mine aren’t near as big as yours.”

I shrugged. “Didn’t seem to bother Tom.”

“And you?” she asked. “Did you enjoy the experience?”

“Yes, right up until we recognized each other in the lobby.”

“Yeah that was a bit awkward wasn’t it. But before that?”

I sighed and said, “Oh fuck Carol that evening from start to finish was the most erotic experience I’ve ever had. Tom and I have always been pretty much plain vanilla with our sex other than a few fantasies we tell each other and a bit of porn we watch. But this . . . this was a whole new world for us.”

“And did your husband enjoy the experience?”

“Yes. He wants to go back.”

“And you?”

I nodded. “I spent all day worrying about what it would be like and getting more and more aroused as I thought about it. Then we had dinner across the street and I finally let myself decide I would go and once in the theater we quickly decided the interesting action wasn’t on the screen . . . even before the two of you came in.”

“No it isn’t, is it,” Carol said. “If that’s all there was you could stay home and watch it on your TV or your cell phone, or whatever. Ben and I go there to watch what’s going on in the seats.”

“Just to watch?”

“Well Friday night I got a little carried away.”

I laughed. “Yeah I guess I did too. I told Tom I would go back, but just to watch.”

Carol laughed. “Ben and I always say that. but then sometimes . . . “

I smiled.

“But let me ask a question,” I said moving on to a slightly different topic.

“Sure.”

“You were really good at what we did. How did you get that good. Tom’s oral skills aren’t even close to what you did to me.”

She laughed. “Most men aren’t.” She paused for a moment. “But they have other redeeming characteristics.”

“You mean a dick?” I could feel the beer beginning to have an effect on my language. I was beginning to talk like some of my students.

“Exactly.”

“But I have to confess,” she continued. “I am not a lesbian, but I’m very Bi. When I was in college at Columbia I worked as a bar tender at a lesbian bar. I learned a lot there.”

“I guess you would. But how did you get here?”

“I met Ben and fell in love with him . . .”

“And his dick?” I interrupted.

“Ha. Yes that too. Before I met Ben I thought men wouldn’t even look at me. I’m so flat chested. It turns out Ben loves small tits and he can do amazing things to them.”

“Yeah but you have great legs,” I said. She really did have great legs. “You could have been a fashion model.”

“Thank you. Yeah Ben likes them too. But anyhow he took a job kastamonu escort here and we moved.”

We were deeply into our second beer by this time and I was well over my inhibitions about this conversation. I asked her, “So tell me about the other aspects of your lifestyle; the ones that fit in with the theater?”

“Oh. I wondered when you were going to ask. Ben and I like to watch others having sex.”

I shrugged. “Seems I do also. But are you guys swingers?”

“No, not really, but sometimes things do get out of hand and we don’t let traditional marriage vows spoil things.”

“You mean like Friday night at the theater?”

“Yes.”

“How else?”

“We are part of a small group of friends of similar taste that get together and . . . well you know.”

“You mean you get together and watch each other have sex?”

“Yeah, sure. Sometimes it’s just masturbation. Sometimes it’s more. It depends on who shows up. Some people like to go farther than others. Some are just voyeurs and others tend more to exhibitionism. That makes a nice match.”

“And where do you and Ben fit in?”

“A little of both,” she chuckled. “Well some nights, a lot of both.”

“Wow.”

“Are you shocked?”

“No I guess just a bit surprised, although I don’t know why I should be after Friday night.”

“Yeah Friday night kind of exposed some aspects of my personality you wouldn’t see at school. That’s why we’re having this conversation.”

“Oh no, no, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“That’s not what I meant, although I appreciate that. After we talked about it over the weekend, Ben and I wondered if you and Tom would be interested in joining our group?”

“Oh my,” I said. I paused giving the question thought. I really hadn’t expected this. I thought we would both just be humiliated at being exposed and swear never to tell. Now I was being propositioned for more.

“I don’t have an answer right now.”

“So is that a no?”

“No it’s more of an ‘oh my I’ll have to talk to my husband and see what he says when I tell my boss wants him to cum on her tits again’.”

Carol laughed. Her laugh had a lovely ring to it. “Well that wasn’t precisely what I was asking about, but it was nice. God he just coated me. He has a great looking dick.”

We finished our beers with her telling me about her experiences working in the lesbian bar. Then I told her I would get back to her after I talked to Tom and right now I had to go home and feed him. I definitely did not say no which when I looked back on it surprised me a bit.

When I arrived home, Tom’s stew was simmering on the back of the stove (reprise from a big one he made on Sunday afternoon) and he had a drink waiting for me on the kitchen table before I could get in from the garage. “There’s your drink,” he said. “The stew will wait until we talk.”

He poured himself a drink and sat down across from me before saying, “How’s your day?” Dinner when it was my night to cook and a drink waiting for me? He was obviously worried about how things had gone with Carol Billingsley.

“If you are asking whether I was fired the answer is no.”

“I didn’t really expect that. I was more concerned about a difficult and uncomfortable conversation.”

I smiled and twirled a lock of hair around my finger. “Well it started out a little awkard but in the end I think I was propositioned.”

“Oh my. Was it successful? The proposition I mean. You don’t look like a woman who just finished an after work tumble in the hay.”

I gave him my best disapproving look. “What kind of slut do you think I am Tom? No it wasn’t successful, but . . .” another twist of the lock of my hair. “I told her I would have to talk to you.”

“So it wasn’t unsuccessful either. Does your stall mean I get to participate?”

“You horndog. Of course you would get to participate. You are part of the invitation. Refill this drink and I will fill you in on the details but you have to shut up and let me talk.”

I spent the next few minutes filling Tom in on everything I had learned from Carol about her and Ben’s lifestyle and how much they had enjoyed our unplanned encounter at the theater.

He couldn’t resist interrupting a few times, once saying, “Oh, so she enjoyed me spewing my cum all over her cute little tits.”

“It seems so . . . and I certainly enjoyed it when her husband did the same for me. But now let me finish. I haven’t gotten to her proposition.”

When I finally completed my report he said, “So let me get this straight. Carol and her husband Ben is it? Yes Ben. They aren’t swingers but they have a group of friends who get together and enjoy watching each other have sex. And she asked if we would like to join them. Oh and what went on Friday night comes under the heading of ‘getting carried away’.”

“Yeah that pretty much describes it, except that I told her I would have to talk to you.”

“That was a long way from a hard no wasn’t it?”

I laughed. “Yeah I guess it was.”

“So is this something you want to do?” he asked.

“Well Friday night was pretty hot.”

“Yes it was,” he agreed.

“So kayseri escort that’s a yes?” I asked him.

He nodded his head and said, “Sure why not. Friday night was fun and her little tits are sexy. So where do we go from here?”

“Well first you have to put that stew on low and fuck me. After you fuck me and we have dinner, I’ll give her a call.” I was suddenly very horny. Driving home I had been worried about how Tom might react to Carol’s proposition, but now I was just horny, very horny. It’s amazing how intense arousal can come on so suddenly like that. One minute it’s the farthest thing for your mind and the next minute all you want is . . . well you know.

While he put the stew on low I quickly stripped off my blouse and my bra tossing them loosely to the kitchen floor. When he turned to look back at me I was holding my nice plump tits out to him. I dropped them so they bounced seductively and invited him to come to me crooking a finger that I first sucked on like a small dick. Once he stood before me I opened his belt and trousers and pushed them and his underwear to the floor piled around his feet. His cock was, like my nips, rigid and standing straight out.

I sat slowly stroking his cock, staring at it as I felt my pussy starting to leak at the thought of what he would do to me with it. But first it was time to torture him. I sucked his prick into my mouth massaging that sensitive underside just below the head with my tongue. He gasped. Then I pulled my head back letting a flood of saliva run down his cock. As I sat there stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other I asked him, “So really Tom, are you willing to let Carol and her husband Ben watch us fucking?”

As I spoke I used a finger of the hand on his balls to press that sensitive spot just behind his scrotum, massaging his prostrate. His response to my question was a gasp followed by, “Oh fuck.” His cock twitched like it had been shocked.

“I didn’t quite hear your answer Tom. Will it be okay for others to watch?”

“Gasp. Yes.”

“And would you enjoy watching Ben spray my big tits with his cum again?”

“Ben?”

“Carole’s husband.”

“Oh. Yes. Fuck yes. That was hot.”

I pulled him back into my mouth and sucked him a bit longer before I pulled back with a pop. “My god you have a beautiful prick. Carol thinks so too.”

“She thinks so too? She likes my prick?” He gasped again as I tickled his slit with the tip of my tongue.

“Yes she thinks you have a very sexy prick and she told me she wants to suck it. Suck it until it squirts on her again.” That was going a bit beyond what Carol had said, but a small white lie seemed appropriate for the circumstances.

I sat up a little higher in the chair and pulled Tom’s cock down so I could rub my nipples on the head of his prick. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as he reached down to grab my tits. I resumed sucking his cock while he continued to play with my tits.

I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “I’ve got you trapped with your feet all tangled in your pants and jockey shorts. You can’t get away from me. I can sit here and play with this big dick of yours for as long as I want.”

“That’s what you think,” he responded as he plucked me out of the chair and sat me on table. I tend to forget how strong Tom is until he does something like that.

I laid back on the table holding my tits out to him saying, “Now what stud?” he responded by lifting my ass off the table and pushing my skirt up around my waist. Then with a rough tear with both hands he left my panties hanging in shreds.

“Now I’m going to fuck you,” he said as he pushed my legs apart and began rubbing his prick against the opening to my cunt. “Damn you’re wet you horny slut.” Then he jammed that big hard prick of his into my cunt.

“Oh fuck yes,” I said as he rammed his prick home. It was marvelous, lying on my back with my only garments a skirt bunched around my waist and my panties, their waistband still intact but the remainder in shreds, and my legs spread and in the air like a shameless slut. As he began to pump his cock in and out of me I arched my back to meet each thrust, groaning as I did so. “Oh god Tom, that’s so good; so fucking good; I love it when you do this; oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“So you like this do you slut. Is this better than when that dyke boss of yours was licking your pussy on Friday night? It’s this big hard cock you want isn’t it you slut? You just can’t get by without it, can you? Can you, you slut?” he demanded.

“Fuck no. I have to have it. Now give to me Tom. Fuck me hard and fast and make me cum all over that big cock of yours.”

But was it true? Who knows especially when someone is pounding your pussy with a good hard cock. I hadn’t given the subject of Friday night any thought at all until Tom mentioned Carol licking my pussy. The thought of Carol fingering me and licking me lit a new fire in my core. Yeah Tom was pounding my cunt but suddenly what was going on in my mind was remembering how incredibly erotic the oral sex with Carol had been; how nasty it seemed lying on my back slumped in the theater seat with my legs spread and resting on the seat back before me like a gynecologist’s chair while my husband, her husband, and three perverts all stood stroking their cocks as they watched Carol eat me to a screaming orgasm that drowned out the theater. I was sure I had never felt an orgasm that gut wrenching and mind blowing before.

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ARRIVING HOME

I had been away on a business trip for ten days and was really looking forward to getting back to my home and seeing my girlfriend. I was so horny. We’ve both been really busy so have barely seen each other in the past month. I think she was as sexually frustrated as me. My plane actually landed on time at 10 30 and having no luggage I thought we should be out of there in twenty minutes. Where I had come from was pretty cool so I was wearing more clothes than I needed since it was almost 30 degrees in Vancouver. I was wearing black casual pants, a black t shirt and a black suit jacket. My shoulder length light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I stand a slender six feet at one hundred eighty pounds, am clean shaven and have been told my blue eyes are very loving.

As I walked towards the gate where Sandra would be waiting I was thinking how hot I was. I’m talking temperature hot of course. I push open the doors, scan around and see her standing there smiling. She is about 5 6, a nice curvy figure with things in the right places. We’ve been doing a lot of cycling so her stalky body is becoming pretty muscular. She has piercing green eyes, her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She has only recently had enough hair for this look and it really brings out her eastern European features nicely. She is wearing a black sleeveless summer dress that flows nicely down to her ankles. I must say the first thing any of my male friends notice about Sandra is she has huge breasts and although she’s just turned forty years old, they aren’t around her knees if you know what I mean.

Our eyes meet and we walk towards each other. I put my bag down to give her a nice warm hug. Our lips meet and the warm hug turns into some very erotic kissing. I pull away and say, “We don’t want everyone seeing how you turn me on now do we?” I’m prone to getting quick erections. Mostly a good thing but it can be a wee bit embarrassing at times. Hugging her I had felt no straps or bumps. She’s not wearing a bra or underwear. “God that turns me on,” I whisper in her ear as I rub her butt. She knew what I was talking about. I pick up my bag, take her arm, and off we go to the car exchanging our information about the past couple of days.

Once on the road I notice she’s taken a wrong turn but decide to let her figure it out. Next thing eskişehir escort I notice we are driving down this long straight road that goes out to Iona Spit. I recognized it from my days training as a bicycle racer. We get to the end and park. There is not a car in the parking lot. She tells me to get out of the car. Ok. I decide not to ask why, for a change. I get out and walk around to the front of the car since that’s where Sandra went. “How about a real hello?” she says. We embrace and start kissing again. This time I’m not shy about letting my hands wander feeling her great shoulders, back and wonderful squeezable ass. Almost instantly I was hard which she could feel pressing against her. Her hands reach down between us to undo the button of my pants. I rarely wear underwear and this day was no different. My throbbing hard thick cock pops out as my pants take advantage of gravity and slide down my legs. She pulls my T shirt over my head and throws it down on the bench beside us. She now kisses my neck, working her way to my nipples which she gently sucks and licks. The sea breeze is blowing against my ass and my balls, driving me nuts. Sandra is now licking her way down over my fuzzy tummy which she loves nuzzling and her chin hits the moist tip of my penis and my body shudders.

She now expertly takes my throbbing head into her lips, flicking the eye with her skilled tongue. It’s been awhile since we have been together as I said before and I’m feeling very impatient today. I start pumping my hips as she takes more of me in her mouth. One of her hands controls my cock for her sucking, slurping action. The other is cupping my balls and giving them little tugs. Then she slides her fingers further down/around and starts fingering my asshole with her middle finger. She’s never done this before but knows by the toys I use on myself that I really like it. I slightly spread my legs so more of her finger can babe worked in. As I pump back and forth my cock goes into her mouth and as I come out her finger is pushed deeper in my asshole. This is too much. I don’t want to cum without getting her off so I struggle and pull myself away. “I want to fuck you now.” I say. She moans, “Yes,” and stands up. She grabs the dress and pulls it off over her head. She is standing in front of me, in a parking lot totally naked except gaziantep escort for her sandals. “Oh my god,” I whisper. She’s shaved herself totally clean. “I have to taste you baby” I say. This is too much as she steps back and lays down on the side of the hood of her car. I wish I had a camera! What a picture. My lovely partner’s olive skin shimmering in the moonlight. She still has her feet on the ground and spread apart so I can see her pink swollen lips and erect love bud glistening in front of me with no hair to obscure my view. I crouched down and lift her legs over my shoulders, taking on some of her weight so she could slide a little further out, allowing my tongue better access to her tangy nectar coated flower.

I start by just licking the freshly shaved area and totally getting off on how it feels to my tongue and face. Then I moved my tongue down to her clit and brush it lightly. She shivered slightly and tried to push up to me. I then took the whole thing in my mouth and began sucking on it. In order to keep my balance I have to keep one hand on the car but I use my other hand to come up between her legs and start inserting some fingers into her dripping cunt. I use her juices to wet my pinking and gently rotate it around her anal bud until it opens and allows access. I keep licking and sucking her clit and start pumping her cunt with three fingers. I’ve now turned my hand around so I can push my thumb into her back door while using three fingers to thrust in and out of her. Hearing her moaning, the whole public setting and the wind brushing my whole body was so overwhelming.

I lift her legs off my shoulders, placing them on the ground and grabbing her hands to lift her up. I kiss her again so we can both savor her juices and then I tell her to turn around and bend over. She turns around and bends down, leaning on the hood of her red car. I shuffle forwards, still being constricted by my pants around my ankles and put my hand between her cheeks to open her up. One more shuffle forward and my cock, dripping with my own juices, brushes against her outer lips. I need to tease just a little so I run my cock up and down between her cheeks, rubbing the tip against her hard round unveiled clit. Then I aim and dive in all the way to the hilt. She muffles a scream as my hard thick cock fills her giresun escort inner regions as my balls, now pulled up and hard, slap against her love button. I grab her hips knowing that neither of us are going to last very long. I slam into her, hard and fast. The sweat is dripping off me which feels wonderful as the wind melds with it, cooling me in a way I’ve not really felt before. Her car is rocking with the force of my thrusts and she’s no longer able to keep from verbalizing her pleasures which makes me pound harder. Normally I’d be reaching around and grabbing those big beautiful breasts, pinching and twisting her long dark nipples while cupping her tits but there’s just no time. The sounds of the slapping of my groin against her ass is echoing around us. The whole scene, her special treat and the outdoors has taken me to the edge. “I’m going to fill you with my hot cum, “I moan as I speed up my thrusts. “Yes, fuck me, fill me, cum, cum… I’m cumming, keep fucking me!” she almost shouts. My orgasm starts and it’s hard to keep pounding but I’m doing my best. As my orgasm is peaking I feel the first pulse of hot juices erupting from me. “Oh yeah!” I moan. “Oh, I feel you inside me. Oh oh oh, yes!” she moans. I am shooting my second burst as I feel her hips and body start shaking. I am being drained by my orgasm so I push hard in one more time and hold it there with my balls pushing against her clit and my cock to the root inside her as more of my juices flow from me. She reaches around with one hand to grab my thigh to stop me from moving as she enjoys the sensations ravishing her body. I feel her clutching and grabbing me inside as I’m still cumming.

After fifteen or twenty seconds I quickly pull out my still erect dripping cock. Before she can move I drop down on my knees and shove my head between her legs, brushing my lips across her clit and then lapping up the mixture of our love as it drips out towards me. I’m not sure what she thinks of this but she isn’t moving. I have to say it really turns me on tasting my cum and her cum. She wiggles her hips as I kept lapping up the juices until no more seems to be coming towards my waiting tongue and mouth. I gave her clit a deep long sucking kiss and pull away.

She stands up, we kiss again and tell each other how much we missed the other and how amazing that was. I tell her to get in the car. We just grab our clothes, not bothering to put them on, and climb into the car to head home. Thought maybe some guy would get a nice surprise as he drove by wondering if he was insane, or did that couple have no clothes on. We headed home to demonstrate the effects of our prolonged absence some more.

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The monthly poker night had been a tradition now for almost ten years — there were a group of six or seven of us, most of us had been friends since university, a few had been introduced since — and on the first Saturday of each month we’d all meet up at one of our houses, have a few beers, catch-up, and play some poker.

It wasn’t about the money, but we’d all put an agreed amount into the pot at the start, with the winner taking the whole pot at the end of the night. We were all pretty evenly matched, so nobody ever ended up too much out of pocket overall.

When it had started, we’d all been single, but over the years many of us, including me, had got married. A couple of guys had had to drop out because their partners didn’t like the idea of them gambling, but fortunately my wife, Laura, had no problem with it, especially as I always spent a bit of my winnings on a present for her when I had a lucky night.

In fact, my wife’s only objection was that she wasn’t allowed to play herself. Although we’d never formally implemented a “no women” rule, it was kind of an unwritten principle, and I always had to turn her down when she asked to join.

One evening though I finally gave in. The poker night was at our house. Laura usually arranged to go out with her own friends when I was hosting, but they’d cancelled at the last moment. With nowhere to go, she joined us for the snacks before the game and just, well, hung around when we got started with the poker. A couple of the guys asked if she wanted to play and she eagerly agreed.

I wasn’t that surprised that some of the guys were happy for her to play. Laura was very popular with my friends — an attractive blonde with a great figure and big boobs, my friends made no secret of the fact that they found her attractive. Having grown up with three brothers, she was also the kind of woman who was very comfortable in an all-male environment and could talk about “guy stuff” like sports and cars whilst also bringing a feminine perspective if they wanted advice on something that was going on with their partners.

As usual, we agreed how much cash we’d all put into the pot. I always kept a bit of cash on hand for this, but Laura didn’t have any on her, so of course I ended up putting her stake in too. Eric passed around the poker chips — the same number for each of us, and shuffled the cards. Jim asked Laura whether she’d ever played poker before — something I’d never actually thought to ask her — and she said she used to play with her brothers. Satisfied that Laura knew what she was doing, Jim dealt the cards.

Laura played a cautious game, folding pretty much straight away on every hand. Though she’d been so keen to join in, now that she was here she seemed very nervous. We were all pretty good, perhaps better than she’d expected. Though the other guys didn’t say anything, I could tell from their expressions that they were pretty disappointed.

After about half an hour Laura was running low on chips and seemed pretty despondent. I knew that she wouldn’t necessarily have expected to win, but she’d hate to be the first one out and show herself to be weaker than the guys. She’d had a few small wins, but only where she had a clearly very safe hand.

When she finally started betting big I was therefore sure that she must have a fantastic hand, especially when she went all-in. With a smile, she revealed three tens and two twos — a full house. There was a pause, before Jim showed his own hand — four aces. He seemed almost sad to take Laura out of the game.

It was here that things took a surprising turn. Despite their disappointment at Laura’s cautious play, the guys seemed sympathetic to Laura, and started discussing whether she should be given another chance. The room was split — some of the guys insisted that the rules of our game forbade second chances: nobody was allowed to buy their way back in by putting more money in the pot or to “borrowing” chips from another player. Others said that this was a special case — Laura’s first game, the first woman to join our game, there had to be some kind of exception.

It was Laura who made the suggestion.

“What if I get my tits out?” she said.

There was stunned silence for a minute. Laura was no exhibitionist — she’d never even worn a low cut top for as long as I’d known her, never gone topless on a beach. We’d been together for over five years now, and in that time I was the only guy who’d seen her boobs.

“You serious?” Jim asked.

“You wanted to make an exemption for me being a woman — well, these can be my exemption!” she said, gesturing at her chest.

“Laura?” I asked, still wondering if she was serious about this.

“Look, I’ve known you guys for years. It’ll be embarrassing, sure, but less embarrassing than the way I’ve been playing elazığ escort poker! Besides, if I’m sat here with my tits out, you guys might be distracted enough for me to actually start winning.”

To my amazement, Jim actually suggested a vote. Starting the vote with a “yes”, he then turned to Eric on his right. Unlike Jim, who was single, Eric was married, and I could see him weighing up if this was worth getting in trouble with her wife. Reluctantly, he voted “no”. Then another “yes” and another “no”, before Reg, sat next to me, voted “yes”. I tied the vote with a definite “no”.

“Well, that just leaves me, and I vote ‘yes’,” Laura smiled.

“You don’t get a vote!” I protested, but it was too late. Laura was already pulling off her top and, without pausing to let me raise further objection, she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, pulling it off and unveiling her large boobs to the room.

Even though I’d seen them plenty of times before, I couldn’t help but stare at them. She had the biggest natural boobs I’d ever seen; I really had won the tit lottery when I’d married Laura. Fortunately, she loved me playing with them during sex, which I never tired of doing.

Despite my objections, I found myself strangely excited about knowing that every other guy in that room was also now staring at my wife’s chest. I knew that they were all thinking about how I was the luckiest guy in the world to be married to a woman with breasts like that, and it was thrilling knowing that they could stare and enjoy them but could never touch them. I wondered how Laura felt about it; looking at the smile on her face, I could tell that she was enjoying the male admiration of her assets as much as I was.

Laura was allocated some more chips and started to play much better. Whether her bare breasts really were giving her a tactical advantage through distracting the guys, or whether she’d just decided it was time to start playing more confidently, she had a run of wins and she was clearly really enjoying herself.

Unfortunately, her lack of experience started to show, and she became over-confident, quickly losing all of the chips she’d just won, as well as the chips she’d traded for bare boobs. After just 20 minutes of sitting there topless, she was once again out of the game.

Jim reached in to take the chips he’d just won. Laura reached over and put her hand on top of his.

“I’ll give you a choice,” she said. “My chips or my butt.”

“What the fuck?” Jim asked.

“There are ten of my chips in that pile. You can have them, or you can give them back and give me ten hard spanks on my butt instead,” Laura offered.

Jim froze, his hand still on the pile of chips, staring at Laura in disbelief.

“Laura?” I asked again.

“Oh, come on, you’ve spanked me for far less,” she said, rolling her eyes.

It was true. Laura loved being spanked, and I was very happy to oblige. It was almost a running joke in our house — anything from being home late from a night out with her friends to breaking a dish when she was doing the washing up would result in me telling her that she was going to be “punished” with a spanking, and the spanking always led to hot sex straight afterwards.

Still, that was pretty different to being spanked by someone else. I could see from Laura’s expression though that she was determined — nothing was going to see her going out first tonight. Even if it meant having another guy spanking her butt, she’d stay in the game and maintain her pride, if not her modesty.

“OK, but it’s got to be your bare butt,” Jim said.

“Of course,” Laura nodded, and pulled back her ten chips from the pile, then stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, dropping them round her ankles. She pulled her knickers down at the back to expose her butt and bent forward slightly, leaning her hands on the table.

As I was sat next to her, by pulling my chair back slightly I got a perfect view of her exposed butt. I was pleased to see that she’d managed to get her butt out without exposing anything more intimate — I might enjoy my friends seeing her tits, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about them seeing her pussy.

I felt myself getting hard, seeing her bare butt presented for spanking like that. I’d seen that butt waiting for a spanking many times, and usually at this point I’d be very much looking forward to delivering it, and it was frustrating but also thrilling to think that Jim would be spanking her instead.

Jim, who had been sat on Laura’s other side, got to his feet and spent a good minute admiring Laura’s beautiful butt. Finally, he brought his hand down on her butt with a SMACK. It was a good one, firm and well placed, and surprisingly satisfying to watch as an observer.

Jim took his time delivering the spanking, erzincan escort leaving a good few seconds between each smack, making each one count. He’d definitely taken notice of Laura’s offer that he could give her a hard spanking, and he made Laura pay handsomely for each chip.

The other guys watched on fascinated, barely able to believe their luck at seeing their mate’s wife getting a good spanking whilst her boobs hung out for all to see. Again, I felt a thrill at knowing how jealous they were of me, knowing that I could do this regularly whilst for them this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to enjoy.

Finally Jim delivered his tenth SMACK to Laura’s butt and, somewhat reluctantly, took his seat again. Laura gave her butt a rub with her hand, something she always did after I’d finished spanking her and something I found very endearing. If it had been me spanking her, I knew her pussy would be wet by now, and I wondered if Jim’s spanking had had the same effect.

Pulling her knickers and jeans back into place, Laura continued playing, seemingly totally relaxed now about the fact that all the guys around the table were spending as long looking at her chest as they were at the cards.

As Laura’s chip stack dwindled again, I could almost hear the guys wondering what she was going to do next time she ran out. It was only about ten minutes before we found out.

This time it was Reg who had taken Laura’s final chips. He didn’t even reach for the pile, instead looking at Laura for the offer.

It had been Reg who had introduced Laura to me in the first place. He’d had a date with her through a dating app, and it had been a total disaster, but he’d thought she would be perfect for me and had introduced us. Although their date had been a disaster, they’d become firm friends since.

“Well, I guess there’s only one thing left for me to show, isn’t there?” said Laura, looking a little nervous.

“Laura?” again I asked, sure she wasn’t about to offer what I thought she was.

“Reg, I’ve always said one day I’ll repay you for putting me together with this guy,” Laura said, indicating me. “So I guess today is the day.”

“Laura, the boobs are plenty reward,” Reg said.

“This is probably the one and only time I’m going to get my pussy out for a guy other than my husband,” Laura said. “So take the opportunity.”

I could see the other guys’ eyes almost popping out of their head at the thought of Laura getting fully naked, but they were to be disappointed.

“This one’s for your eyes only,” Laura said, and gestured to Reg to follow her.

They walked out of the room into our living room, and I wondered if this was all just a show that Laura was putting on for the guys. Perhaps she would whisper to Reg to pretend that she had spread her legs for him, and none of us would know any different.

Still, I couldn’t help but imagine what was going on in the other room. I knew of course exactly what Reg would see if Laura really was exposing her pussy for him — she had neatly trimmed, pale pubes above her pussy, but her pussy itself was clean shaven. What I didn’t know was whether her cute pink lips would be neatly tucked away, or swelled and glistening as they were when she was turned on.

I knew that the other guys in the room would have similar images in their head, though of course without such a clear idea of what Reg might be seeing.

I couldn’t wait for the poker evening to be over now and to get Laura into the bedroom, see her aroused pussy for myself, and get my cock inside her.

When Laura and Reg returned, it was clear that Laura had paid up on her promise. Her face was visibly red from embarrassment, and Reg looked the happiest I’d ever seen him. Reg pushed the whole pile of chips across to Laura, not just the ones she’d put in.

Seemingly realising that there wasn’t much more she could give in return for chips, Laura played the best that she’d played all night, and at one point it looked like she might actually achieve her goal of surviving at least one of the guys, when Reg nearly went out of the game. However, he managed to just about turn it around, and the game went on.

It was me who took Laura out of the game next. I felt terrible, but Laura seemed pleased. I supposed that she was more comfortable finding ways of paying me for my chips than she was paying the other guys.

She looked at me and said, “what do you want me to do for the chips?”

I didn’t care that the other guys were watching; there was only one thing I could say to her.

“I want to fuck you.”

“I thought you might say that,” she smiled.

She turned to the other guys.

“Would you excuse us for a minute?”

“Hang on,” Jim said. “No more paying up in private. We’re all playing this erzurum escort game — if you want to pay a forfeit to stay in it, you do it in here.”

Laura and I looked at each other.

“Right now, I don’t care where we do it,” I said.

Laura looked around at the other guys.

“Fuck it,” she said, and stood up.

I stood too and pulled her close to me, pressing her breasts into my chest, kissing her hard.

Laura slipped her hand down the front of my underwear.

“Someone’s been enjoying the game,” she smiled, starting to gently rub my cock.

Unable to resist any more, I finally let myself touch her boobs, almost physically feeling the jealousy of the other guys as I did so, playing with her nipples which almost instantly hardened to my touch, running my fingers around her areolas in a way I knew drove her wild, her eyes closing with pleasure as I did so.

I ran my hands down her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans, dropping them for the second time that evening, remembering the first time she’d dropped them and seeing Jim spank her. I knew that the guys’ eyes would all be fixed on Laura’s crotch, wondering if I was going to drop her knickers and give them a peek of what had put such a smile on Reg’s face.

Instead I slipped my hand inside her knickers, feeling her wetness and confirming to myself that Laura was just as turned on by this as I was. I reciprocated her stroking of my cock with a gentle rubbing of her clit, and she moaned and tilted her head back slightly.

Holding Laura tightly and kissing her hard, I turned her body slightly so she had her back to the other guys, then dropped her knickers so that they joined her jeans around her ankles. I loved the fact that I was teasing the guys, giving them the knicker-dropping they’d longed for but denying them sight of her pussy.

“You have been very naughty this evening,” I told Laura between kisses. “When these guys are gone, you’re going to get the hardest spanking of your life.”

I spanked her butt hard, and she wrapped her legs around my still trousered thigh, rubbing herself against me, her hand still working my cock.

“I deserve it,” she replied, kissing me again, he tongue in my mouth.

I smacked her butt again, and she responded by unbuttoning my trousers and opening them, then pulling my boxers down to expose my cock. It felt kind of strange, her being pretty much naked and me being still almost fully clothed, but it felt right.

Laura perched on the edge of the table, facing me, her legs apart. Jim, sat next to Laura, could almost certainly see everything. Eric and Reg, slightly further around on either side, probably had a pretty good view, whilst the other guys must have been hugely frustrated, seeing only her naked back.

I pushed my cock into Laura, sliding in easily, her pussy as wet as I had ever known it. Laura moaned with delight and kissed me hard as I started thrusting in and out, my hands returning to her chest to play with her hard nipples, Laura’s breathing deepening and her eyes closing.

I felt myself climax, my cum shooting deep inside Laura’s pussy, as Laura came herself, her pussy repeatedly clenching on my cock, a deep moan of pleasure, her body relaxing, her arms pulling my body close to hers. My thrusting slowed, pumping every last drop of cum inside her, then I slipped my cock out, feeling her wetness still on it.

It took a few seconds for me to remember all of the guys were there, watching. Laura seemed to realise at the same time and, relieved of the sexual tension, seemed suddenly shy, pulling her knickers and jeans back up and even putting her arm over her boobs, excusing herself to go and clean herself up.

I refastened my trousers and made small talk with the guys whilst we waited for Laura, nobody wanting to mention what had just happened.

When Laura returned, she’d put a bra and a top on, and nobody objected. I handed her the pile of chips and, finally, she had a run of good luck. Both Jim and Reg went out of the game before Laura finally ran out of chips again, and this time she didn’t offer anything to get more. She retreated to the living room to chat with Jim and Reg, again nobody mentioning what had just happened.

Once the game was over (Eric won the prize), the other guys left and Laura and I looked at each other.

“My poor butt,” she said, but she was smiling.

She headed to our bedroom. I was a minute behind, locking up before I headed up. By the time I got to the bedroom, Laura was stripped from the waist down. I sat on the bed and she lay over my knee, her favourite spanking position. And yes, she got the hardest spanking of her life. And, despite the fact that we’d had sex only just over an hour before, we easily managed it again.

As I lay there spooning her after the sex, I thought back over the evening. I could never have imagined Laura doing something like that, and if I’d known she was going to I’d have never let her play. Despite that, it had been the best evening of my life, and one I would re-live many times. I really was the luckiest guy in the world to have Laura.

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“This seems like a waste of time,” Jamie said to Malcolm, his boss. “Why are we bothering?”

“Because,” Malcolm said slowly, as if explaining to a child, “while it’s good that the company has been nominated for an industry award, it is bad if we win and there’s no-one there to collect it.” He smiled as he spoke, to let Jamie know he was poking fun at Jamie.

“Yes, but why me? I mean, we’re probably not going to win, and it wasn’t even my project.”

“The main team have that customer visit, Julie’s on holiday, Morag will be working on the board presentation, and I’ll be on paternity leave. Look at the bright side — you get an overnight stay in London on the company.” Malcolm slid a piece of paper across the desk — a print-out of an email with all the details of the event.

“Assuming I even make it to London,” Jamie muttered darkly. “You know what the Glasgow-to-London train line is like.” He scanned the email. “Uh, this says ‘formal wear’ for the award ceremony. What’s that mean?”

“Oh, you know, black tie, that kind of stuff,” Malcolm said airily. “Just wear whatever you’d wear to a wedding, and you’ll be fine.”

***

“London?” his wife Amy said, when he told her. “Oooh, aren’t we fancy?’

“You may be fancy,” he grumbled, “I’m just losing a couple of work days, which means I’m probably going to be missing my own end-of-year targets.”

“And you’ll be missing me, of course,” she said archly.

“And I’ll be missing you.” Which he would. They’d only been married a couple of years, and Amy was gorgeous. Classic Celtic colouring — red hair and green eyes — and pretty with it. Plus, clever, witty, great at sex and, for some inexplicable reason, somewhat fond of Jamie. She did like to wind him up, though.

“I dunno what I’ll do with myself while you’re away.” She twirled a curl of red hair, eyeing him wickedly. “I guess I’ll just pine away. Or console myself with half a dozen one-night stands to stave off the loneliness.” She sighed theatrically.

“I’ll be away for one night,” he reminded her.

“Ah, well, then I’ll have to make a careful schedule to fit them all in,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

***

December in Britain. Christmas decorations everywhere. Biting frost in the air. Inescapable Christmas music blasting out of speakers set to “stupefy”. Jamie spent the first half of the train journey trying to get some work done on his laptop, but the earlier train had been cancelled due to engine failure, and this train was carrying the abandoned passengers; they were crowding the aisle and complaining about the rail company and the lack of seat reservations. At least Jamie had managed to get his seat, since the service started at Glasgow. Eventually, he gave up on work, and stared out of the window at the admittedly beautiful scenery, and fretted vaguely about what he’d say in an acceptance speech if the nightmare scenario came true, and his company actually won.

***

The event was at a small, independent hotel near Mayfair. After a tube ride that showed Jamie the Glasgow-to-London train overcrowding was nothing, he checked in at the oak-panelled reception desk, and whizzed up to his room — which turned out to be pleasantly fancy, compared to the budget hotels he’d normally use for work travel. There were even drawers and a cupboard with a door, instead of exposed hanging space. He smiled to himself, thinking of Amy’s comments. “Oh, Ambassador, you are spoiling us!” he said, then felt regretful that Amy wasn’t there to get the reference.

He unpacked, took a bath, and got changed for the event.

***

“Just wear whatever you’d wear to a wedding,” Jamie muttered as he rode the lift back down to reception. He drew a few looks as he strode through the lobby, his kilt swaying around his knees and the tassels of his sporran bouncing with each stride. There were a number of different function spaces in the hotel, and they all had something going on in them — A-frame boards with company names pointed this way and that, with different strains of Christmas music drifting out of each room, fighting with the background carols playing in the corridors. Company Christmas parties, Jamie guessed.

He came to a lobby area, between a couple of function spaces, one of which was for the awards event he was due to attend. An ornate bar ran down one side of the lobby. He debated whether to get a drink, but decided to check the lay of the land first. Strolling in, he found the room was laid out in cabaret style — round tables with eight seats per table. Beside the door, a table was laid out with champagne flutes, and a pretty girl hovered with a silver tray in hand.

“Prosecco, sir?” she asked, smiling at him.

Jamie took one with a nod, grateful that he hadn’t gone straight to the bar. Booze provided by the event was probably not the best quality, but at least he wasn’t paying for it out of his own pocket. Still, he made a note not to diyarbakır escort have too many; It wouldn’t do to get too steamed, just in case he did have to accept.

She looked him up and down. “I like your kilt,” she said admiringly.

“Thanks,” Jamie said. He glanced around the room. The crowd was mostly men, with some in DJs and bow ties, but mostly they appeared just to be wearing suits. Here and there, Jamie could see some more guys more casually dressed, in check shirts, jeans and trainers. Maybe they hadn’t gotten the memo, he thought. Or just didn’t care.

The women were a mixture: some were wearing smart business suits, while others wore elegant evening gowns.

Jamie felt somewhat overdressed in his kilt and Prince Charlie jacket with its matching waistcoat. Jamie himself was twenty-five, clean-shaven, and with a head of hair that looked like he washed it in Irn-Bru each night: it was a light orange, leaning towards blonde in the right (or wrong) light. He had a narrow face with a nose that was overly long in his opinion, but his wife Amy claimed it was handsome (“Aye, yer scrub up well for such a dork, ma bonny boy!”). Well, in this outfit, he reflected, at least it won’t be his nose they’d be looking at.

Glass in hand, he self-consciously wandered over to the tables and glanced at the place settings; there did not appear to be any kind of allocated seating. Around the room, small groups of people chatted, their eyes widening slightly when they took in Jamie’s attire.

***

Dinner was an ordeal. Finicky but over-cooked turkey was served and the waitresses poured red and white, keeping the glasses topped up. Jamie tried to avoid doing more than sipping his glass, but with the wine level never dropping far before being refilled, it was hard to tell how much he’d had. There were two guys to his left who were colleagues, and the same was true on his right. The remaining seats were taken by a man and two women who also worked together, and each pair mostly talked among themselves, leaving Jamie to stare at his phone.

And there were speeches by invited guests. Long, droning speeches.

The only relief came when Jamie headed back to the bar area, to the lavatories there. Walking between the tables, he drew yet more double-takes as his kilt swished by. He used the facilities, all gleaming marble and shining chrome and brass, with Egyptian-cotton flannels instead of hand-towels at the sinks, then returned to the lobby space with the bar. In the bar area, the music from the function room opposite had cranked up a level; glancing in, Jamie could see a full-on disco in progress, with lots of people dancing. It looked a lot more fun. Regretfully, he turned back to his room just as the awards process started.

The good news was that Jamie’s company did not win. As soon as that news had been revealed, Jamie decided that he’d had enough, and he was now off the clock. He tossed back the remains of his wine, and headed back to the bar.

“Highland Park, please,” he said to the barman, who duly poured him the dram and passed over the bill for him. Jamie blinked at the cost — not just hotel prices, or London prices, but London hotel prices — but then thought, fuck it, he was spending a night away from his amazing wife to be at this thing — the company could buy him a good drink.

While he was putting the drink onto his room tab, a group of four women emerged from the other function room and made a bee-line for the Ladies, somewhat raucously. They were all youngish, 20s or 30s, and dressed in spangly party wear. The woman at the back spotted Jamie as he leaned back against the bar and looked admiringly at them. After a quick double-take, she took a few quick steps forward to catch up her friends and say something to them. They all looked over at Jamie, then looked at each other and giggled, before continuing to the toilets.

Ah, Jamie thought, taking a sip of his whisky and letting it warm him and relax him. This was better. Another drink or two — though, perhaps, not another single malt, no point pushing his luck with Accounts — then he’d crash out. No way was he going back for the rest of whatever that event had to offer. He felt the tension draining out of him, and he spent a while playing Christmas Single Bingo with the music coming from the disco room, while watching people stroll past.

The girls came out of the toilets and, instead of going back into their function room, came over to the bar. Jamie was leaning an elbow on the bar, facing one way, so he was facing away from them as they placed an order for four pornstar martinis. There was some whispered conversations and giggles for a bit, then Jamie felt a tap on his shoulder.

“‘Scuse me,” said a pretty blonde girl in a red mini-dress, “Can we ask you a question?”

Jamie shrugged. “Sure.”

“Are you a true Scotsman?”

Jamie blinked, wondering how to edirne escort answer that. Nothing appropriate came to mind so he settled for a simple, “Yes”.

One of the other girls, in a white tank-top and tight jeans, whooped.

“Really? You’ve got no underwear on under there?”

This interest from several attractive women in Jamie’s nether regions, which were indeed unencumbered by underwear, made him suddenly more aware. He felt a twitch.

“Well,” he said to her. “It is traditional.”

“That’s awesome,” said the girl in the red dress.

The barman finished assembling the drinks on the bar, and the girls turned to pay. Jamie turned away, and took another sip whisky with a smile on his face. English people.

The he felt a sudden draft across his backside as the back of his kilt was lifted up and immediately released.

All the girls screamed in amusement.

Jamie turned back to face them, unsure how to react, but settled for smiling at them.

Three of the girls, laughing hysterically, were pointing at the girl in the red dress. “It was her”.

Red Dress was unapologetic. “High five,” she said, holding up her hand. Jamie duly slapped her hand.

“And have we learned something today?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she said, as the girls picked up their drinks and headed back to their party. “Oh yes.”.

***

Jamie had finished his dram and was working his way through a pint when Red Dress came back to the bar. She came straight up to Jamie, this time.

“You’re still here,” she said.

“I am.”

“We were wondering whether we could get a photograph with you,” she said, smiling.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging.

“Great,” she said. “Come with me.”

He followed her as she led him towards the pumping music. He took the opportunity to admire how well her dress showed off her backside as she swayed in her heels in front of him.

The room had a low, temporary stage set up at one end. In front of the stage, there was a dance floor. Either side of the dance floor, there two rows of circular tables set up cabaret-style, and then opposite the stage, at the back of the room, there was more of a social area, with a DJ booth right at the back.

Inside the party room, she moved around the side of the dance floor and towards the back of the room, where there were more tables set up, Instead of the cabaret tables that had been set up for a meal, this part of the room had low coffee tables and sofas. He recognised some of the women at one of tables, though there were a few more as well, ranging from mid-thirties to mid-fifties. They gave a whoop when they saw Jamie approaching.

“See,” said Red Dress. “Told you.”

“Very nice,” said one of the older women. “Scrumptious.”

The phones came out, and Jamie posed for photos with the women, two at a time, one on each arm. Some of the women were more daring, scooping the tassels of his sporran suggestively.

“I think we should dance,” said Red Dress, impulsively, as the current song came towards the end. She grabbed Jamie’s hand. He tried to refuse, but she was pulling determinedly into the crowd on the dance-floor. He put his pint glass down onto their table, next to an ice bucket that contained a bottle of Prosecco.

The next song started: The Proclaimers — “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)”. Jamie blinked, realising he had been set up. Well, okay, then, he thought. May as well play the part. He started moving to the marching beat of the song. Several of the other, younger women from the group joined him and Red Dress on the dance floor, and he started dancing with all of them.

There were whoops from the surrounding people too, and he started to enjoy himself, feeling exhilarated as his kilt swirled around, and feeling excited as it swirled higher as a result. As the chorus kicked in, he started skipping about in an exaggerated parody of Highland dancing, linking arms with each of the women and swinging them around, with the other hand cocked above his head. This drew even more attention from the rest of the people dancing, and they voiced their approval.

The chorus ended, and he returned to more normal dancing for the next verse, but he felt various flicks on the back of his kilt as women behind him flipped the material up briefly, suggestively.

The song finished, and he started to move away.

“Oh no,” said Red Dress. “You’re not going anywhere.” She placed a hand on his chest.

“Just one more, though?, he said.

“Okay,” she said. “One more.”

The next track was nothing so cliched, thankfully. A Beyonce track, he found himself getting into it and shaking his hips around for the first part of the song. Again, he felt his kilt move in response to people around flipping the hem up. The song was partway through when one of the women from the group, a late-thirties blonde in a sleek midnight-blue gown sidled up to him, and then turned edirne escort bayan around and ground her backside into him, rubbing her arse against his sporran. It felt weird — she was, after all, rubbing herself against a bag, effectively — but the suggestiveness was unmistakable. After a few bars, she turned to face him and placed her outstretched hand on his shoulder possessively. Moving around behind him, she shifted her hands to his hips, and began grinding him from behind.

Jamie tried to focus on moving in time with the music, and with her motions; he couldn’t move too much without breaking contact with her — plus, he was definitely beginning to get hard from all this suggestive attention, and he didn’t want to draw attention to that fact. He realised he was grateful for his sporran; dangling over his groin, it held his wallet, phone and coins, and that weighed down the front of the kilt, preventing it from tenting.

The song finished, and he disentangled himself from her. Red Dress moved with him, Back at the table, he picked up his glass again, and he took a sip. Several of the women were still sitting at the low chairs around the table, while others were standing, since there were not enough seats for all of them. Jamie was standing beside the table, in front of some of the occupied chairs. As he swallowed, he felt something brush the inside of his thigh, and then a hand caressed his butt — under his kilt. He paused, waiting for the hand to withdraw. it did not. He turned to look behind him. A dark-haired woman with twinkling eyes looked back at him.

“Are we having a good time?” he asked slightly sarcastically, though if he was honest, he wouldn’t have done anything if would have caused her to withdraw her hand.

“Oh yes,” she said, without a hint of embarrassment. “Definitely. You have a very nice bottom, young man.” She moved her hand around, giving his buttocks a rub.

“Andrea!” one of the other girls shrieked, scandalised but also delighted. “You absolute tart!”

Andrea continued to hold Jamie’s gaze. “He doesn’t seem to be objecting,” she observed to the other girl. “Are you?”

“Well…. no.” Jamie said, but now aware that the weight of his sporran was the only thing stopping a full erection. I shouldn’t be doing this, he thought. Please don’t stop, he also thought.

“This isn’t right,” said a blond-haired girl in a green blouse and jeans. She stood up and stepped over to Jamie. “Here.” She handed Jamie her half-empty champagne flute of fizz.

“You can’t just maul the poor boy–” the blonde girl said to Andrea.

Hey, Jamie thought, as Andrea squeezed a cheek, don’t ruin a good thing here. I don’t mind being mauled. I can cope.

“Have you no sense?” blonde girl continued. She crouched, and with both her free hands, grasped the front of Jamie’s kilt and lifted it up, exposing him to the rest of the women seated around the coffee table.

His own glass in one hand and hers in another, Jamie found himself unable to stop her without risking breaking glass all over his groin. He stood there with one hand on his arse and his kilt lifted up to his waist, revealing his erection to the group of women around the table, trying to figure out what his options were.

The table exploded into shrieks as they all saw his erection.

“Omigod,” said one of them. “He’s doing it! Look at that!”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Holy shit, Karen!”

There was another second of screaming, then Jamie said, glasses in both hands, “Okay, I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

He felt Andrea’s hand withdraw from behind as ‘Karen’ let his kilt fall again.

“Well,” Karen said unrepentantly, as she reached under the kilt and briefly fingered his balls, “it doesn’t have to be.”

He took a deep breath. “Yes,” he said. “It does.”

Jamie put Karen’s glass down on the table and walked out of the function room, through the lobby, and back to the lift. The walk from the lift along the corridor to his room was one of the longest of his life — it was a struggle not to run.

Once through the door into his room, he stepped straight into the bathroom and began one of the best wanks of his life, holding his kilt up with one hand and pumping his cock with the other, watching in the mirror and imagining that all the women from the table were watching Karen jerking him off. It wasn’t long before he exploded over the ornate sink.

***

“All the way up?” his wife Amy asked, the next evening. “In front of everyone?”

He nodded. He didn’t keep secrets from Amy. He wasn’t going to start now. He looked at her, sitting on their bed while he was part way through unpacking from the trip. She’d asked how it had gone and, well, he’d needed to talk about it.

“And the other woman had her hand on your arse?”

“Yes.” Deep breath. “So. What do you think?”

She paused, thoughtfully, then looked at him.

“I think you should get that kilt on.”

“Sorry?”

“And then I’m going to fuck your brains out,” she said levelly.

He stared at her, processing this. “You’re not mad?” he said eventually.

“Did you sleep with any of them?” she asked. He shook his head. “Did you start this?”

“No,” he admitted. “It was all them.”

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A regular guy’s confessions. Chapter 2: Wank for Mistress

This is the second of a collection of short confession-like accounts of some of the more kinky experiences I’ve had over the years. I’m just a regular, married, British guy in my 50s now, with a family I love. But I’ve had a few really interesting kinks, mini adventures and sexual encounters over my life so far that I wanted to share a few. I love sharing, and who knows, some may either give people ideas for themselves, or reassure others their own “depraved” thoughts and perversions aren’t actually that freakish, and most of us have a darker side. I hope you enjoy this one, and others as they come along.

This is a true story of a little, fun incident I had about 10 years ago.

I had been visiting a local dominatrix on a regular basis. I’d finally taken the plunge to start exploring a sub side in me I’d kept under wraps for years. Mistress Eliza. She was younger than me, late 20s / early 30s (I was about 40 at the time) and she was incredibly attractive. The kind of girl I’d have been fixated with in normal circumstances, irrespective of our special relationship. She was absolutely not how I’d expected a dominatrix to look when I first started to fantasise about exploring my sub side. I found her on an adult site and reached out to her and she was perfect. We chatted over WhatsApp for a while, then met for a coffee in a local Starbucks. She knew I was new to all this and we had a really good chat about what I was looking for, what I thought I’d enjoy, limits etc. Anyway, I’ll go into all that at some point in another chapter I’m sure.

But this particular incident happened a couple of years later, when we knew each other well. We’d almost become friends really, to such an extent where she occasionally used to hold my sessions at her home rather than the dungeon where she worked. (I was quite touched – I was the only slave she had who she did that for). And I fancied the arse of her, and wanked over her all the time. Anyway, this day I was due to visit a local site through work (I have a rather dull job in financial services) and had to meet my boss there at 11:00. So I’d do an hour or two working at home then head across for a couple of meetings.

Anyway van escort as often happens when I’m working at home, I started to feel a little horny and thought I’d have a wank. I was about to, then I had a naughty thought – the site I was visiting was really close to the Eliza’s house, and I started to wonder if she was in. A naughty idea was developing. I text her and she was home – so I made her a proposition along the lines of:

“Can I call in about 10:30? I really need to cum. No small talk, no chit chat, I arrive and you show me in, I milk my little cock for you and then you throw me out. £20. What do you say?”

I knew she’d go for it as long as she wasn’t going anywhere as she was always up for kinky stuff, and she did. She replied in her usual cheeky style, with:

“Naughty boy! I love that idea. See you 10:30, don’t be late!”

And so a couple of hours later there I was – professionally dressed in suit etc for a work meeting, pulling up at hers. My heart was absolutely pounding as I walked up her drive – I always got crazy excited when I visited her. I knocked and she answered – quick £20 for her (although she’d have done it for free I think, but I liked the idea of paying her – bit sleazy!) so she hadn’t got into her full dom outfit she’d wear for normal sessions. Leggings and a t shirt – which was perfect for me.

“In,” she said abruptly. And I obeyed and followed her into the kitchen. God her arse looked good in those leggings. And in keeping with our mistress and slave relationship, I always had to confess when I had a dirty thought.

“Mistress I’m so sorry but I’ve just had a dirty thought,” I meekly confessed. I knew I’d be admonished for that, but that was just all part of the game.

“You dirty little bastard – what now?” she replied.

“I’m sorry Miss but I was looking at your beautiful ass in those leggings and am having dirty thoughts,” was all I dare admit.

“What were you thinking? Tell Mistress EXACTLY what you were thinking,” she barked. She was brilliant at playing this character.

Now from experience of being with Mistress Eliza, I know I always have to be as detailed as possible, and as honest as possible. So I yalova escort was.

“Mistress I so want to worship that beautiful ass of yours. To feel it, stroke it, lick it, bite it. I want to pull your cheeks apart and rim your asshole, even push my tongue right up inside your asshole. And I’d love, one day, to fuck your tight ass with my little cock. I’m so sorry Miss I can’t help it”.

She laughed in my face.

“You filthy Wanker. You’ll never get to do things like that. Mistress doesn’t let sad Wankers like you do things like that, only real men. You’re only fit to wank over me. So, trousers and pants round your ankles wanker – and milk your tiny cock onto the kitchen table”.

God I was in heaven. I love being treated like this and obeyed immediately. My cock is only about 5-6 inches long so not tiny but not big. However part of our games was she always had to insult it. Plus I’m sure the naughty bitch has seen far bigger ones regularly too, so maybe it wasn’t all a complete pretend game.

So I started stroking and wanking it while she stood right next to me insulting me.

“Wank that tiny cock you fucking pervert”.

“Imagine if your work colleagues knew you did this”.

“How the fuck do you satisfy your wife with that tiny fucking thing”.

That kind of thing. The kind of phrases she knew I loved and got my cock harder than ever. Then she started doing something I love but it’s quite niche – she spat in my face.

“Pathetic little wanker,” she’d say and spat again. My cock was absolutely throbbing now as I started to beat faster. I loved this.

“Mistress, will you spit into your mouth please? I deserve it for being so filthy”.

And with that, she pulled my mouth open with both hands and spat in my mouth, ordering me to swallow it. Hmmmm.

After I’d been wanking like this for a couple of minutes, I noticed as she leaned over watching me wank I could just see the back of her thong above her leggings.

“Oh god Miss I can see your panties”

Now, I have a real panty fetish which she knew all about as we’d explored this lots.

“Ooh I bet you like that panty boy don’t you, do you want to see more?” She teased. God I was in heaven.

With çorlu escort that she pulled her leggings all the way down and bent right over the table exposing her thong and lovely arse.

“Go on, have a feel as you wank, panty boy,” she whispered, huskily, as she presented her arse to me.

I’d not really touched her before so this was kind of new territory. But here I was, right hand wanking furiously, left hand groping this beautiful young woman’s gorgeous butt. I took advantage too and rubbed between her legs so I could feel her thong covered mound all warm and moist. This was definitely further than I’d ever been allowed to go but I figured she’d say if it was too far. As I slid my middle finger over her cotton covered mound, I could feel her cunt lips either side of my finger. Jesus I was so close to this gorgeous girl’s pussy. A pussy I’d been wanking over for the last 2 years.

Anyway after only another minute or so of this, it was too much and I was about to cum. I told her and she told me to cum. Again using dirty talk,

“Cum now you dirty cunt”,

“Do it you filthy wanker”.

I felt my balls tighten and I shot spurt after spurt all over her kitchen table. As I was cumming I grunted, almost shouting it,

“My cum is for you mistress”. It was seriously one of the most memorable sexual encounters I’ve ever had.

I was in post cum bliss when she brought me out of it by pulling up her leggings.

“Right. Fuck off now you dirty bastard, and leave the £20 on the worktop,” as she gave my bare backside such a spank. Bliss. (She later confessed that she would like to repeat what we did, but with her being sub. In her fantasy I’d wank onto her kitchen table again, but this time I’d force her head onto the table and after I’d cum I’d force her to lick the table clean. Smear cum all over her face and make her lick it all up).

Anyway, 20 minutes later I was shaking hands with my boss with the hand I’d just milked my cock with, and in full on professional, respectable mode.

I’ve lost touch with Eliza now which I’m really sad about. She’s probably the single person I’ve shared more about my sexuality with than any other person in the world. I hope our paths do cross again though. In the mean time I still regular wank over memories of our time together and pictures from her website.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this Chapter. Please do leave feedback if you’ve like it, or if you’ve any ideas how my little chapters could be improved.

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Pillow Talk

Whispers in the dark

Cate was stretched out on their king-size bed, reading something on her tablet and waiting with anticipation, and maybe a little trepidation, for her husband to join her. The lights were low and the sweet aroma of sandalwood incense permeated the air. She was propped up with her back against the headboard with her long legs crossed at the ankles and was decked out in some of her most alluring (and expensive) lingerie. She was resplendent in full sex bomb regalia and pulled out all the stops, donning what Tom referred to as ‘the greatest hits’. Her black satin and lace balconette half bra provided a rock-solid shelf for her heavy breasts, leaving her thick, pencil eraser nipples enticingly bare. The lace garter belt, French silk stockings, and minuscule, transparent thong comprised the bulk of her outfit. Her prized Louboutin c.f.m. heels (bought secondhand) and a leather O-ring choker completed the provocative ensemble. She was seduction and sexuality personified.

Cate closed her tablet and put it on her nightstand as Tom entered the bedroom. He moved slowly to the foot of the bed, stopped, and stood enchanted by the erotic vision recumbent before him.

“Are we still okay?” Cate asked softly, a look of concern on her perfectly made-up face.

Tom took a few seconds to respond. “Yeah, we’re okay. I’m going to need just a little time to process it I think,” he replied. “I thought I was pretty well prepared for anything but it did rattle me a bit to actually see it.”

“Do you have questions for me?”

Tom thought a moment while moving to sit down on the side of the bed facing away from her. Then he said, “You were very vocal. All those things you said. I never would have known about those if you were just describing it to me. I guess it took me by surprise.”

“Oh, baby… honey. What did you expect me to say? I was getting fucked silly over a massage table in the middle of the afternoon. It was all just sex talk. That’s all it was, you know that. I couldn’t video the massage so I thought that filming the sex part would be so much better than just describing it to you. Should I not have recorded it for you? Or not shown it to you?

“No, I’m glad you that, mainly because it meant that you thought to do it. You didn’t just put me out of your mind, and knowing that helped me to get over the little bit of jealousy and weirdness of witnessing my wife getting fucked by someone else for the first time. It showed that you wanted to share this experience with me in the best way you could.” Tom answered, turning to face his wife.

“Well, it was perfectly clear what you wanted to happen and I knew you expected to hear all about it when I got home. I figured a video of it was going to be way more exciting for you than me just describing what took place.

“I told you before I left that if we did what you suggested, there was a 100% chance that two people were going to get seriously turned on. And let’s face it, you orchestrated the entire situation. Your text clearly spelled out what you expected to happen. You wanted me to use the Free Pass and get fucked so that I could come home and tell you all about it. That’s right, isn’t it? I didn’t misread this, did I? Or should I not have let him fuck me?” asked Cate.

“No, you didn’t misread it. I wanted you to have a good time teasing him and expected there was a good chance you’d be having sex once you were both in the thick of it. That was why I told you to peek and see if he was getting hard while he was touching you. I of course knew he was going to get an erection and that once it was available it might be difficult for you to resist it. I mean, it’s been a while since you’ve experienced kilis escort that and I basically just wanted you to go for it so… Free Pass time. I was well aware of exactly what I was doing when I sent that text.”

“You didn’t really answer my other question. Should I not have let him fuck me? Did I go too far? Are we in trouble?”

Tom stood up and began to remove his clothes. When he got down to his boxers he lay back down on the bed, propping himself up on his arm so he could face her, all the while contemplating his answer.

“No, we’re not in trouble. I’ll admit to having some unfamiliar feelings watching another man have you that way but I’m also happy to see just how much you enjoyed it. And you’re right, I totally set it up and imagined the whole thing happening pretty much the way it did. You did warn me what could happen and so I thought it best to ease your conscience and just give you the Free Pass to let you go for it. You hadn’t been penetrated by an actual hard cock in some time and I knew this was one way I could give you that. You told me he was a good friend and that you liked him, so I figured this might be the safest way to try this out. This all made perfect sense to me,” explained Tom.

“I want you to know that if you hadn’t outright told me to cash in the Free Pass, I never would have yielded to temptation no matter how hard I got him or how horny I was. I swore to you that I would never cheat on you, do anything behind your back, or do anything you didn’t want me to do, and I meant it. I live by that promise. I know you gave this to me and I love you for it. And I wanted so much for you to share in it with me. Having the experience of getting fucked like that again was exciting and fulfilling but you have to know that it was not something that I would ever have done on my own. I did it because I knew you wanted me to.

“I won’t lie. I admit that I loved getting laid and the orgasm he gave me was great but it was no better than what you do for me. And if it matters to you, I didn’t climax when he was fucking me. I just wanted to feel him inside me and to feel him cum in me.

“And no, of course I didn’t fall in love, you goof. I’m already in love. With you. And I love you all the more for the wonderful gift you gave me. I can’t thank you enough for it,” said Cate.

“So, when you said, ‘not this time’ as you were blowing him and he was close to cumming, was it because you thought you were going to do it again with him? Give him a blow job and let him cum in your mouth?”

“Honestly, I have no idea why I said that, babe. Again… that was lust talking. Maybe at the time, in my head, I wanted him to cum in my mouth because you know how I love that, but I knew you wanted to see more than that. I have no plans to blow him, or to fuck him, or to do anything with him other than get a massage from him, unless you want me to. You are all I need but if what I did with Mitchell gets you off and you want to see it again, then we’ll have to talk about it in detail and decide how we go forward. That comment was just heat-of-the-moment sex babble.”

“Do you want to do it again? Is that an experience you want to repeat?” asked Tom.

“If you wanted me to, and you would be involved somehow, I would do it again. Whether you were just watching or actively participating, or whatever, it doesn’t matter. It would probably be fun and exciting but you would have to be 100% on-board with it and confident in your feelings about it. Having a dick in my pussy was lovely but it is not something I dream about or miss to the point that I’m unsatisfied with what we have together.

“Are you telling me that you would only want kırklareli escort to do this because I want you to?” asked Tom.

“No, I suppose not. It would be for me too. But I don’t need it and I wouldn’t chase it or instigate it. In this instance you wanted to see me get fucked, partly I think because you believe that I miss it. But I don’t know how many times I have to tell you… you give me all I need and I love it… so get the ‘she needs a big, hard cock’ thing out of your head. I look at this as having been a very special treat. For both of us, I hope. I imagine it satisfied the voyeur in you and it satisfied the exhibitionist… and maybe a little bit… the inner slut, in me.”

“Is Mitchell going to be cool going back to regular massages with you now? I mean, you essentially seduced him into fingering you, fucking you, and helping you make a sex tape. That’s quite an afternoon for the guy. He’s probably already in love with you,” Tom said, hoping he didn’t fuck up Cate’s relationship with her friend by arranging for them to fulfill his fantasy. A fantasy that at the time he didn’t even really know he had.

“Well, first of all, he’s definitely not in love with me, nor am I in love with him. He will be fine going back to our regular treatments, I’m sure. He knows that he lucked out and it was a one-time thing. He’ll probably even be a bit embarrassed and shy when next we see each other. I’d be surprised if he ever mentions it or alludes to it again. And it’ll stay our little secret. That’s the kind of guy he is. But I have to say… I very much enjoyed being completely naked on the table. I might have to stick to that going forward,” Cate said with a chuckle.

“And secondly, I turned Ruby loose on him. He’s single and so is she, so why not? I booked her an hour with him and told her to get on it. I think they’d make a good pair. This is my one attempt at playing Cupid.”

“So, if we did want to do something like this again then I guess he’s out of the running?” Tom asked.

“Well if this is something that you want to add to our sexual diet on any kind of regular or semi-regular basis, we’ll have to sit down and talk about all the details and figure out rules and such. I think one of them, at least from my point of view, would be to be very careful about repeat performances. One-and-done would definitely be the optimal scenario. I have no fear whatsoever of falling for someone else. I love you too much and am wholly invested in our relationship but you never know how other people are going to react. Sure, it would be nice to at least have some kind of connection with the guy, or girl, if that were the case, but I also think it’s too easy for people to get carried away emotionally. That’s something we’d have to be very careful about or things could get complicated. Still, I imagine we could cross that bridge when, and if, we get to it.”

Tom leaned in to give her a deep loving kiss and ran his hand over one of her plump, squishy boobs before playfully twisting the thick, sensitive nipple like he was trying to tune in a station on a vintage radio.

“Well, I think we both have a pretty good grasp of where we stand on the situation. I need you to know that giving you to Mitchell was more about you getting pleasure from getting fucked than it was about me seeing it. Sure, it was exciting to watch but mostly because I got to see you in the throes of ecstasy, as it were. I’m going to keep trying the different meds to try and get over my E.D. problem and I’ve got another appointment with the specialist next week, so hopefully we can eventually make some progress. I would much rather it be my cock inside you than someone else’s but karabük escort I still want you to get what I think you deserve. And what I think you need. As far as inserting someone else into our sex life goes… I think if we feel we want to experiment with that we should just plan to do it for special occasions. You know… birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, things like that. Treat it like a special event. If we know that one of those dates is coming up we’ll have time to discuss what we each want from the experience, find a suitable companion, pick a location, set boundaries, get our emotions in check, and table any uncomfortable feelings we may have.”

Tom’s hand slid down her body and came to rest between her legs. The heat from his wife’s pussy warmed his hand and he could feel the dampness on the flimsy material of her thong. His mouth replaced his fingers on her nipple and he began to suck and tease the fleshy gumdrop with his lips, teeth and tongue. Groans escaped Cate’s mouth as she spread her legs wider, allowing him better access to her damp slit. Pulling the soggy underwear to one side, he slid first one, then a second finger into her steamy pussy, and started sawing them in and out at a leisurely pace. His thumb gently teased her hard little pearl over her fleshy hood.

“I showered while you were downstairs watching the video. I wanted to be nice and squeaky clean inside and out for you in case watching me get fucked turned you on. You can do anything you want to me baby. I’m all yours. Use me however you want.”

“I was rubbing my cock the whole time I was watching you get hammered by your friend and ended up cumming in my pants, so yeah, I guess you could say it turned me on. You looked so fucking hot and were quite the performer. Better than any porn clip I’ve ever seen,” Tom said with a smile, while still playing with his wife’s leaky snatch.

“How hard did you get?” she asked, spreading her legs a little wider.

“I got pretty hard. I think I was about three quarters there, baby. Maybe I could have penetrated you with it. At least a bit and for a time. Pretty fucking amazing. I think if I were to take the magic blue pill and watch it again while you were going down on me, we might be able to make it work. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” Tom breathed, now fucking his wife more aggressively with this expert fingers. “And that’s saying a lot.”

Cate’s breathing became laboured and she started assertively humping her pelvis against her husband’s hand, grinding away, trying to help him get her over the edge that she could feel was so close. Tom slid down her body and put his face between Cate’s wide-spread legs, peeled back her hood, and began attacking her hardened nub with this tongue. He flicked it fast and hard. His fingers increased their assault on her greedy hole and it was only another minute before she slammed her legs shut, arched her hips, and wailed in pleasure as her orgasm overcame her.

Tom abandoned her pulsing cunt and lay beside her to hold her in a sweet embrace as she slowly descended from her rapture. Cupping her face in his hand, he kissed her tenderly. Her lips. Her eyes. Her cheek. Her neck. They all received attention from his gentle mouth and lips. She moaned with pleasure as her lover made her feel cherished and appreciated. This was bliss, pure and simple. They lay together quietly for many minutes, only the sounds of their breathing breaking the silence of the room. Cate was the first to speak.

“So, the video really got you going, huh? You liked seeing your dirty, big-titted wife show off her bare naked body and get fucked senseless didn’t you, you pervy weirdo?

“It was very exciting to watch. I had no idea how I’d react but I knew I wanted to see it and I knew you’d love the experience. It was an incredible turn on. So fucking hot.”

“Hmmm. So special occasions and holidays, huh?” Cate whispered softly to her husband.

“Well, Valentine’s Day is coming. Any ideas how we should celebrate?”

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