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Sex, Lies and Digital Cameras PT.2

Over the next couple of months I used my digi-cam to spy on my wife whenever I worked away from home. I was lucky several times, if I overhear her making arrangements, with her lover, I set the recorder accordingly.

On these occasions, I filmed Linzi and her lover, Barry, fucking and sucking for hours on end.

Their behaviour became predictable, on most visits. Linzi would answer the door, dressed in sexy underwear. Within seconds of entering the living room she would have his cock out of his pants and halfway down her throat. Sometimes, if he was in a hurry (coming home from work or the gym), he would be satisfied with a blowjob – always splashing his come on her face.

More often, than not, she would suck him or deep-throat him for 5 or 6 minutes, then he would fuck her pussy, finish in her arse, and she would lick his dick clean. The ‘action’ never lasted more than an hour. He would have a beer or a cup of coffee, then go home. At first I was relieved that she was only using him for sex, and wasn’t actually in love with him, but the longer it went on, the more I realised that she was hooked on him, like a drug addict.

Occasionally he would be in a hurry and be satisfied with a blowjob, when he would blow his wad in her mouth, which she would gratefully swallow.

On other occasions, I set the camera up in the hope that Barry would arrive. Several times, all I recorded was my wife watching TV. It would be obvious by the way that she was dressed, that nothing was planned, so I would stop the tape after 10 or 12 minutes.

One day, just as I was about to switch the tape off, I heard the doorbell ring. Dressed in her work clothes, Linzi looked puzzled as she left the room. Out of curiosity, I continued to watch. Looking a little bit confused, Linzi re-entered, followed by Barry’s brother, Stu. He looked a bit drunk.

The tape sound wasn’t great, as the TV was still playing, so it was difficult to hear what they were saying.
Stu flopped onto the sofa, while Linzi nervously stood in the middle of the room. It became evident that he was clumsily asking for sex. Linzi didn’t seem interested. Stu became agitated and stood up. He threw his jacket on the floor, unfastened his combat pants and pulled his swollen cock out of his boxers, waving it at her. Linzi seemed to be telling him to put it away and leave.

After a few minutes, he seemed to get the message, and started to pull his combats up. His head dropped and he began to get very upset, apologising and on the verge of tears.

Linzi took pity on him, moved towards him and placed her arms around his shoulders. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, then whispered something. He cheered up instantly.

Removing one of her hands, she placed it on his soft penis, gently tugging on it. A huge smile lit up his face, as her tugging started to take effect.

Sliding down his young body, Linzi’s face was in front of the now, very hard black cock.

The bitch just couldn’t resist, could she?

Like the expert that she was, she enveloped the fat head with her lips. Stu rested his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking my wife’s mouth.

She tapped him on the thigh, and motioned him to lie down, on the sheepskin rug. They ended up in a 69- type position. Her mouth was clamped around half of his cock as she lifted her skirt and pulled at the elastic of her tights. He got the message and pulled them and her knickers off her legs. Her sucking was becoming faster, and the boy was getting closer to the edge, when she opened her legs for him. Stu knew exactly what to do, and buried his face in her cunt, lapping at her like a puppy. He must have found her clitoris very quickly as she began to crush his head in her vice-like grip. Her body shook like she’d had an electric shock, when she orgasmed. It was all too much for the boy, his cock fell from her mouth and he sprayed jets of white spunk all over her face and hair.

Not wanting to let it go to waste, Linzi tried her best to catch some in her mouth, but there was too much and it was coming out too quickly.

Five minutes later, as Linzi recovered, lying on her back with her legs wide open, Stu stood up, fastened his combats, appeared to say ‘thanks’, and left.

One of my other ‘lucky captures’ was on a Friday night, when I had to attend an exhibition in London. Expecting her to go clubbing and return with Barry, I set the timer for 1am.

Sure enough, at 1.10, the house lights went on, but instead of Barry, a very drunk Linzi arrived holding hands with two guys in suits. One black (of course!), and one white. They both looked about 40 and could have been sales reps or something similar. The black guy was about 5ft. 10, well groomed, with a goatee beard, and his friend was shorter and slimmer.

Linzi staggered across the room to put a CD (Macy Gray) on the hi-fi.

After dropping her jacket on a chair, she began to drunkenly dance with the black kütahya escort guy, sloppily kissing him at the same time.

His hands went straight to her cute arse (partly to keep her from falling over). When he met no resistance, he pulled her dress up and over her hips, just as Barry had done some months ago, exposing her fleshy arse, pink g-string and stockings to his friend.

The white guy joined them, by pressing himself against her back, grinding his hips into her exposed buttocks.

Linzi let her head fall against the second guys chest, as the black one stroked and kissed her tits. She was in ecstasy as they pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her in matching pink underwear. Her Wonderbra made her tits look huge. The black guy obviously agreed as he buried his head in her ample cleavage, licking and kissing her sweaty breasts. Number two had taken his jacket and shirt off, by now and was kicking his shoes into the corner.

He turned Linzi to face him, and sunk his tongue into her mouth, she responded instantly, by unclipping his belt and pulling his zip down. When she placed her hands on his bulge, his trousers dropped to his ankles. Very deftly he stepped out of them as Linzi released his throbbing cock from his pants. She broke from her kiss to look at it. Smaller than her black lovers, she wasn’t disappointed; it must have been 6 or 7 inches long and quite thick (again, bigger than mine). She turned her eyes back to his and raised her eyebrows, to express her pleasure.

Number 1 was now naked and standing behind her. Slightly dipping his knees, he moved forward and pressed his cock between her legs. Linzi jumped with shock, and moved away from them. Laughing at her reaction, Number 1 placed his hands on his hips, breathed in and waved his cock at her.

If she was happy with Number 2, she was positively overjoyed with Number 1. It looked every inch as big as Barry’s cock.

Linzi unclipped her bra, tweaked her nipples and fell to her knees, between the two men. Her hands immediately went to their dicks. Nature took over and she began sucking on the large black cock, as she wanked the white one. Both men played with her tits as she alternated sucking them. The white guy said something to his friend, who nodded agreement. He then helped Linzi stand up. Her face was covered in a drunken, sloppy, grin as she lay on the sofa.

Number 2 knelt between her legs, stroking her inner thighs, as Number 2 fed his cock into her mouth.

The white guy was running his fingers up and down her crack, making her squirm and wriggle with anticipation. Number 1’s eyes were a picture as he eased more and more of his black snake into her mouth and down her throat.

Number 2 had lifted her up to remove her soaking panties, which he threw on top of the TV.
Linzi couldn’t have spread her legs any further, as one was on the floor while the other ankle was hooked over the back of the sofa. Number 2 must have felt like a gynaecologist as he stroked and fingered her neatly trimmed pussy, while his friend was getting the deep-throat treatment at the other end.

As the black guy was gently fucking her throat his friend asked him and Linzi something. Number 1; just grinned and nodded, Linzi raised her eyebrows. With this, he moved his position until his cock was at her entrance. With his hands holding her legs in place, he slid in to her cunt.

Linzi’s body seemed to tense up for a moment, then she relaxed, and continued fucking the big black cock with her mouth, as the white guy fucked her pussy. When they realised that Linzi was really enjoying this, both men began to increase their speed, especially the guy fucking her. My wife was now wide eyed with excitement, her lower body was trying to meet his thrusts, but her position made that too difficult. Unsure what she wanted, Number 2 leant forward, grabbed one of her tits and pushed her left leg forward until her ankle was touching her shoulder.

She was now struggling to keep up with them, but they seemed oblivious to any distress, as the white guy started to really buck his hips, forcing his friend to cradle her head as he, himself was now increasing his own speed. In a flurry of bodies Number 2 flung his body back, gritting his teeth as he flooded her womb with his juices, which set his buddy off. The black guy was twitching so much; he pulled his cock out of Linzi’s mouth so quickly, spunk was flying in all directions, landing on her face, the sofa and his pal. Linzi straightened her body out, as Number 2 pumped his last few drops into her.

Number 1 slid to the carpet and held my wife’s hand. The white guy pulled out, and was still quite stiff. Not wanting to miss a once in a lifetime opportunity he moved in front of Linzi and asked her to lick him clean, which she did with pleasure.

When she had finished, Linzi appeared very drowsy. A brief conversation ensued, ending with one of them using our phone, to call a taxi. She made herself comfortable manisa escort and fell in and out of sleep as the guys got dressed. 15 minutes later the guys picked up their jackets, and gently kissed her on the cheek and left, leaving her asleep on the sofa.

Our sex life soon became non-existent, as I was disgusted with both Linzi and myself. Just as she appeared to be hooked on sex with her black boyfriends, I was, also, hooked on watching her, and sniffing her soiled panties, at every opportunity.

As the year came to an end, I knew that our marriage couldn’t last, but I wasn’t prepared for the final chapter in our charade.

‘Ring, ring, ring’, I heard the phone, as I walked past the living room. I stopped and listened at the door. In hushed tones, I heard Linzi’s one- sided conversation.

“Hi….yes, busy in his room…..What do you think….I’m as horny as fuck….you told me that I had to wait….God, yes…..I need to fuck you now! I don’t think that I can wait until Thursday….Oh! Fuck, Barry! That sounds great…I’ll do it in the morning…he doesn’t look down there anymore, anyway….shit! I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I answer the door…. (Laughter)…let me use the dildo….please….please….Fuck off!…You’d better be first through that door, because I’m going to fuck the first thing that moves! See you, Thursday. Love you.”

Nothing shocked me anymore. All I could think of was setting my camera up, for Thursday night.

The next few days were spent in the normal routine. We went through the motions, but even some friends had noticed the change in our relationship.

I rushed back from the airport on Friday lunchtime, to find the camera in it’s usual place, and as the tape rewound in the VCR, I checked the wash basket for her underwear. I was disappointed. All I could find were a pair of hold up stockings.

Returning to the living room with some Kleenex and a can of beer, I pressed ‘start’.

The room was empty, but I could hear music (Bob Marley). A couple of minutes passed, then Linzi appeared, wearing her bathrobe, carrying 10 or 12 cans of beer. She set them on the coffee table, and lit a cigarette. Nervously she looked at her watch.

It was apparent that they were creatures of habit. He always arrived between 7.15 and 7.30, and left at 9.30. I guessed that he, too, was married.

Over the sound of the music, I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, Linzi took her robe off, and threw it behind a chair.

She was naked, apart from her stockings and high-heels!

As she walked towards the door, I spotted that she had shaved and shaped her bright red pubes, into a diamond.

Moments later, three, laughing, black men entered the room. Linzi followed with Barry and Stu.

The two guys that sat on the sofa were in their mid twenties. Like Barry, they had shaved heads, tattoos and covered in gold chains and rings. Their t-shirts emphasised the muscles on their arms and chests. The other man was much older (late thirties), stockier and shorter. He looked just like Joe Frazier, the boxer.

She virtually skipped across the room, making her swollen tits bounce, when Barry asked for a beer. Deliberately keeping her legs together, and with a stiff back, she bent over to get some cans. The men cheered and ‘high-fived’, each other, as she passed them around.

Barry held onto her, by the waist, as he swigged from his can. Linzi was rubbing herself against his leg, like a bitch on heat. Apart from playing with a breast and tugging at a nipple, he ignored her while he talked to his pals.

Linzi couldn’t wait any longer, as she continued rubbing her crotch against him; she slipped a hand down his joggers, to feel his cock. Barry was in his element, pretending to be Mr. Cool as my white, sex craved wife played with his cock.

He let go of her waist and playfully spanked her arse, as she pulled his long, soft, dick out. She looked up for his approval before she began sucking on that enormous weapon. He nodded, so she fell to her knees, and began slobbering on the knob and veined shaft.

Stu and the others sat staring in amazement as Linzi licked and sucked Barry for their entertainment. It grew before their eyes as she pumped more and more blood into the shaft.

Barry steadied her tilted head with his hands, and slowly fed his cock into her mouth and down her throat. I was still amazed at her prowess at ‘deep-throat’, especially considering the size of that thing.

As she gently rocked on her knees, sliding 4 or 5 inches in and out at a time, Barry said something to the others. In an instant they were on their feet and clothing was quickly discarded.

As soon as he had withdrawn, ‘Joe Frazier’ immediately replaced him in her mouth, with the thickest cock that I had ever seen, as Linzi was surrounded, by four, new, rampant black cocks. Feverishly she gobbled on it as she jerked the others to hardness. Laughing and joking they pushed each other out of their way as they, each, forced mardin escort their fat cocks into her waiting mouth.

Grabbing her head, and pushing it back, the short guy, looked at Barry, who nodded. Within seconds he was firing his spunk all over her face. Strands were going in her eyes and up her nose. She never budged. As he squeezed his last drops onto her tongue, Stu took over.

His hand was a blur, as he, too, exploded into her mouth. There was so much spunk, bubbles formed as she gasped for air, and it ran down her chin, onto her tits.

Linzi’s hands began rubbing it in to the skin of her soft breasts. I’d never seen her nipples look so hard or so long.

Now laughing hysterically, the other two pushed Stu away and placed their knobs together on her lips. As one, they spilled their hot, white goo, into her mouth and across her face.

Watching them wipe their used cocks on her face, I spontaneously ejaculated in my pants.

Barry spoke, at last, and his friends moved back. Grinning, Linzi sat back, onto her calves. Facing Barry, she licked her fingers clean as she wiped the excess love-juice into her mouth.

Her lover helped her to her feet. When she stood up he placed his massive hand between her parted legs. After he whispered something into her ear, she moved to the sofa.

With her arse on the edge, Barry took her ankles, and spread her legs as far as his arms would allow. The camera angle wasn’t terrific, but I could, just, make out her shaven pussy glistening for him. His cock looked enormous as it entered her.

Linzi let out a howl as he sank all 10 inches in. With her legs held apart by his arms, Barry proceeded to give her a ‘Helluva’ fucking. Linzi pulled his face into her shaking breasts as he hammered her bald cunt; for all that he was worth.

Stu and the others stood as close as they could, drinking beer and discussing the action like connoisseurs.

Barry, slowed down, and raised his head. Linzi relaxed her grip on him. His shiny black sword looked even bigger as it slid out.

Still holding her legs apart by the ankles, he said something to her. My wife vigorously nodded her head. Making sure that his friends were getting a good view, he nudged her ‘starfish’ with the tip of his cock. As usual it slid in with no resistance. The two, tall guys, jaws dropped, like in a cartoon, when Barry’s full 10 inches disappeared into her arse.

I could hear my wife screaming “Yes, yes, yes! OOOOHHHH! Fucking Hell! Yes, yes, yes!” as he increased his speed. Linzi was now bent double, resting on her shoulders, as he rammed her arse, “Ohhhhh! Barry! Barry! Fucking Hell! Barry!” she kept screaming. Biting his lip, he pulled out of her hole, dropped her legs and his shit stained cock erupted into her mouth. My wife clamped her lips around the shaft, so as not to spill a drop. After jerking his last few drops onto her face, Barry moved away, to get a beer.

Stu replaced his brother, in my wife’s pussy, while one of the tall ones knelt by her head, for her to eagerly suck him.

Barry and the others stood close by, naked, drinking beer, as Linzi looked in Heaven as the two men fucked her from both ends.

Stu was still ‘banging away’ when his pal spunked all over her face, for the second time.

Linzi rested her spunk-covered head on the arm of the sofa, as Stu raised her legs in the air.

Stu withdrew from her shaved pussy, and quickly pushed his cock into her arsehole, like his brother had done.

‘Joe Frazier’ and Barry were laughing out loud at my wife’s discomfort, as Stu fucked her arse, making her grunt like a pig. Stu turned to face his brother, as he sent more cum up her backside.

Linzi was panting for air as Stu slipped his cock out of her stretched hole.

Moving towards her, ‘Joe Frazier’ tugged at his gruesome cock. “Get on all fours!” I heard him growl. Linzi obeyed, immediately, facing the camera.

He knelt behind her, grabbed her by the waist and roughly rammed his cock into her. Linzi grimaced, as his fat cock stretched her arsehole. ‘Smokin’ Joe’ had an evil grin on his face as he fucked her. “Aaaaggghh! Oh, yesssss!” I could hear her moan, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she kept repeating, as she became acclimatised to his roughness.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She replied, through gritted teeth.

“So you like it Doggy style? Do you?” He continued as he abused my wife.

“Yes, yes, it’s fucking great! I love it.” She hissed.

“If you like it Doggy style, then bark like a dog!” He growled as the others, including Barry, laughed.

Linzi shook her head.

Fucking her so hard, now, she was struggling to stay on all fours, he shouted, “Never mind that, bitch! I said bark! Come on, bark like a fucking dog!”

“Woof, woof, WOOF!” Linzi complied.

All five men were laughing at Linzi’s humiliation.

“Right, you dirty bitch, that’s enough of that. You can suck me off now.” He told her as he pulled out.
Sitting back on his haunches ‘Frazier’ waved his cock at her. Linzi turned to face him, giving me a perfect view of her hideously over-stretched arsehole, when she bent forward.

Without touching my cock, I ejaculated for a second time, as Linzi proceeded to lick and suck his shit covered cock.

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If you have not done so yet please consider reading this storyline from its beginning. If you don’t you will probably quickly get lost in all of the continuing plots going on. It obviously is your choice to make, but I think overall this story will be enjoyed best when having read the other parts.

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A surprised Ashley looked down at her trembling hand. “Why am I shaking? Why am I suddenly so nervous about doing this?” she brooded. She considered how she had acted way crazier and been involved in way more risky stuff over the past few months, “So how can it be that this relatively controlled activity is unsettling me so much now?”

Her mind traveled back to the day at the lunchroom. She vividly remembered how Sarah’s face had turned deep red, panting, having an orgasm sitting in front of her at that small table. Right at that moment, out of thin air, the young waitress had appeared at their table and had asked “Will that be all, or is there anything else you require?” and a big second climactic wave hit Ashley’s body.

Ashley remembered how her loins had been on fire when she realized she had been caught. Unable to hold back she sat there, also orgasming, unashamedly staring straight at the lovely pointy nipples poking tru the waitress’s uniform. Barely able to suppress moaning out loud she had managed to mumble and stutter “Yes…no…Oh we are…we are Uh…good Oh all good!”

The waitress had lingered at their table for just a bit longer than required. With a mischievous grin on her face, she stood there making eye contact with Ashley as she said “I am glad everything was to your satisfaction.”

Ashley had seen the bright sparkle in her eyes when the girl placed her hand on Ashely’s and briefly squeezed it. It was blatantly obvious the girl knew what had been going on. More so, she probably had enjoyed it, but without saying another word the waitress turned and walked away.

When she and Sarah settled down a minute later, Sarah grinned and pointed at the small piece of paper left behind on Ashely’s side of the table. “Look, my queen! Hahaha, I think you have found yourself another admirer. Looks like someone left you her number.” making Ashley feel equally pleased and embarrassed. Embarrassed or not, she still made the small piece of paper disappear in her handbag. Weird enough, the waitress had not returned when they had prompted for their check. A young bloke had come over to help them. She would have liked to tip the girl, but still flustered, Ashley had not dared to ask him where the waitress had gone.

That all had happened over three weeks ago. When she arrived back home that day, and the adrenaline and rush of her displays had left her body, Ashley’s doubting nature had returned. She had been sitting on the edge of her bed remembering the girl’s hard nipples in her waitresses’s shirt, staring at the piece of paper with the phone number. It had taken her over a week of doubt about whether or not she should contact the waitress. Of course, it had been none other than Sophie who had helped her make up her mind once more.

It had been only days after Ashley’s lunchroom adventure when her friend Sophie arrived back from her business trip to Florence. But to both their dismay as an aftermath of that trip, her friend had been swamped with work assignments and so far they had only managed to meet up once. They had dinner at their favorite restaurant together. Not having been intimate for a while they sat there, desperately lusting for each other. The place was very crowded that evening, and even for them, it seemed too risky to give in too much to their feelings. Above the table, they held hands exchanging their latest ‘war stories’, while under the table there had been some minor footsy play.

It was days later when late at night a frustrated Ashley was on her back in bed, legs wide apart, working her clit with her vibrator. Desperately trying to find some satisfaction as she still had not been with Sophie. Struggling to find a climax Ashley suddenly remembered Sophie’s words during dinner “You silly goose, of course, you will contact the girl!” and she also remembered watching the glint of desire in the waitress eye’s.

She shivered when she let the vibrator slip, and its sensation ebbed away from her lovebud. She reached for her mobile and swiped to the letter ‘c.’ for her contacts. There she was, she had saved her entry name as ‘Chrissy W’, she pressed the text app and started typing.

“Hi Chrissy, Ashley here. You left me your number at the lunchroom, remember?.”

“Sorry it took me this long to react, but I was not sure if I should.”

Feeling unsure how to continue, and not wanting to think too long about what she was doing as it would possibly make her reconsider, she pressed send.

Ashley’s heart almost skipped a beat when an answer arrived barely three minutes later.

“Hello Ashley, of course I remember, how could urfa escort I forget?! Why were you unsure?” and it was followed with a smiley and a heart emoji.

The ice was broken very quickly as Chrissy turned out to be a spontaneous open young and self-confident woman. They texted for quite a while that night and with Chrissy being fun and easy to talk to it did not take long for the topics to turn to private matters fast. Ashley smiled to herself thinking how easy and normal it seemed for the young woman to be talking about such intimate things on the phone with an almost total stranger. Thinking I could never have done that when I was her age, but she loved the young girl’s frankness and attention. The smoldering desire the vibrator had left behind between Ashley’s legs was ignited again when Chrissy, which turned out to be short for Christine, told her about her actions that day at the lunchroom. She found out the reason why Chrissy had not returned to their table that day.

She told Ashley that whenever she had a chance that afternoon, she had spied on Sarah and Ashley’s secret public play, admitting that it had turned her on, or as Chrissy unceremoniously phrased it “it made me horny and wet as fuck!”. She told how she had been hiding behind a pillar very close to their table, leaning against it while watching and listening to them, while her hand had been inside her skirt sliding over her lips inside her damp panties. She told Ashley how she had felt ashamed about secretly watching them but at the same time very aroused and how she had not been able to stop touching herself in public. Ashley had smiled when reading the girl’s open-hearted confession, all too well recognizing having such conflicted feelings.

It did not take very long that night for the events to shift from relating stories and making confessions more into action on both sides of their mobiles. The texting more and more evolved into sexting and Ashley’s vibrator was scooted back over her eager twat when that first picture of two sleek fingers pushed inside of Chrissy’s young pink wet pussy popped up on the screen of her mobile. They did not make a video call that night but a large number of self-pleasing selfies had been exchanged, and in two beds it had ended with a self-induced but no longer lonely feeling satisfied orgasm.

They had texted a few times since but things did not escalate like they had in their initial contact, at least they had not yet. Ashley had come to like the open-minded young girl a lot, even without meeting her in person again. By now she was also pretty sure the feeling was mutual and they would meet up soon. The day after their digital frolicking she had told Sophie all about Chrissy and she was not surprised at all when her friend replied “Told you so!” to be followed with, “and once she is sufficiently trained you better share her with me as my reward!”

Ashley’s response had been “You are such a horny slut! Is pussy and cock all that is ever on your mind?”

Sophie sighed “Yes! And I have neither of them here with me right now. Oh my god, I miss the feel of Silvio’s throbbing cock pounding me deep inside while I am eating you.”

Ashley had helped her masturbating girlfriend to another remote climax by making the stories she told her in that call as explicit and raunchy as she could, knowing dirty talk was something her friend enjoyed.

At the end of relating her Chissy’s lunchroom story, she had suddenly picked up the lovense toy held it in front of her mobile, and showed it to Sophie. Ashley spoke into the mobile “This is the thing that was vibrating inside Sarah’s wet cunt as she came, right in front of me and Chrissy at that table!” and the response of her friend was instant.

“That is… Oh hhng yes yes I iiii mmhnnng” and Ashley watched how Sophie’s face went blank as she floated away into the high of her orgasm.

That day Ashley had been fascinated by how seeing the small toy somehow had been able to make such an impact on her friend’s body and mind and make her orgasm hard. She also remembered how Sarah had told her where she and Pete had seen such toys on the internet and something inside Ashley’s mind almost seemed to short-circuit.

The voice in her mind said “Imagine the thrill of being seen. Not only by accident or by a few people. But to be out on public display for real, for an entire crowd.”

The thought had been burning in her mind for a week since it first had taken its roots and she could not get rid of it. The voice in her mind had been almost as intrusive as that first time she had stepped naked in front of her bedroom window “You know you want to try, you need to, at least once. Just give in to your needs and surrender yourself.”

The devil and angel inside of her head had fought another battle for days going back and forth between “You want to!” and “You shouldn’t” and “You must!” and “But you can’t!” But deep inside she had known all along what part of her would sivas escort win that battle, so at the end she had surrendered.

She had done some research and now here she was. All alone in her bedroom, thinking she had been ready to surrender, yet still somehow suddenly having trembling hands. She had done her homework on how to approach this, but now it was getting all very real. Standing in front of her bed next to the light, she looked down at the bed and everything surrounding it. Checking for the hundredth time that nothing was there that could give away her identity.

She looked at the display of her bed on the camera and with a trembling hand she made a last-second adjustment, tilting it just a bit more downwards. Once more making sure her laptop was just out of frame and that her face would not be shown if she would sit down at the top of the bed in front of the camera. Another shiver ran through her body when she corrected herself, not ‘if she would sit down’ it was ‘when she would sit down.’ The voice inside went “You know you want and need this, you are prepared and now it is time to surrender and show yourself”

Her naked body shivered when she remembered one of the harder parts of surrendering to this need. She had to set up an account at a webcam site and when doing so she had to give them proof of her true identity to ensure she was an adult. That had been a big step and still a concern to Ashley. But her thirst to try this at least once had proven to prevail over all of her concerns.

She looked over at the lovense on her bed with the open jar of coconut oil next to it. She sat down at the edge of her bed and on the laptop logged in to her account. At the ‘go live’ menu options she hit the ‘test stream’ button and the view of her bed popped up on her laptop screen.

While still in test mode she hopped onto the bed and leaned back against the carefully placed pile of pillows. She looked over at the screen of the laptop and was satisfied that her face was not showing up in it. The screen showed the naked body of a woman up to her tits with very big hard nipples on a bed next to a toy.

Yet another body shiver hit her when the last dying sound of resistance whispered in her mind “You mustn’t!” only to be immediately drowned out by the sensation between her legs.

Sitting on the bed watching her image on the laptop screen she picked up the toy and turned it on. She slipped a hand between her legs and knew she would to able to slip the toy inside her moist cunt without using the oil. Still, she put some of the scenting oil on the toy before placing it on her cunt.

She had been right, her slippery cunt eagerly swallowed up the toy as she put slight pressure on it. She softly moaned as it slid in, never having used it herself before, it was presenting a strange but nice filled-up sensation.

Ashley sighed out loud as she leaned forward, reached for the laptop, and hit the ‘go live’ button.

Nothing much changed on the screen other than a small red dot on her screen indicating she was now streaming ‘live’ on the internet. Only now looking at the lovense menu on the screen she was sure she had also properly set up the toy so it could be used by visitors to the site.

Briefly her mind battled again “You are crazy! Turn it off!” but at the same time, she watched how on the screen the hand of a woman started caressing a breast ending up circling a very hard nipple. It looked so inviting and as the nipple was pinched Ashley moaned out loud realizing she was watching herself. She glanced at the screen and where at the bottom the visitor count previously had said 0 it now said 3.

Almost in a panic, Ashley’s mind went “Oh my god, I am being watched” when a message appeared in the chat window “Hi there gorgeous, looking good!”

Her mind switched from panic mode to horny as realization hit her “Somebody out there likes watching me.” and she pinched her nipple again. Her eyes went wide from the self-inflicted nipple pain but also because she noticed the visitor number had gone up to 17 already.

In the chatbox the number of names of visitors increased and there were no longer only random guest names. There were users with registered accounts on the site visiting as well. She had not been online for five minutes yet and another message appeared “Nice pair of legs you got there VictoriaMcSlut”

Off screen Ashley smiled as she realized she just now for the first had been called by the handle she had chosen, and she liked it.

She had decided not to use sound recording yet, and to acknowledge his (or her’s) attention she made her other hand travel over her legs.

By now the number of visitors had reached 32 and while caressing her leg and making her hand travel up towards the itch between her legs Ashley wondered how many of them would be men stroking their cock while watching her, when suddenly it happened. The toy unexpectedly came alive and unprepared for its sensation tekirdağ escort Ashley’s entire body quivered as off-screen she moaned “Oh fuck me.” The vibration only lasted for a second and it was gone.

She knew she had set it up so users could control the toy should they be willing to pay some coins for it, but in her naivety, she had not expected they actually would. She had figured that putting herself out on display would provide her with all the pleasure she required. But the instant when that brief vibe hit her she fully understood the blissful look on Sarah’s face at the lunchroom, and she remembered the second part of her plan.

She reached for her mobile where she had already prepared a text to send out which said “You want to see this!” and it contained a link to her webcam page. Another vibe hit her insides and with a soft moan, she pressed send forwarding it to Sophie, Sarah, and Chrissy.

With the text sent to their targets, she leaned back against the bedrest and having a mind of her own her legs fell open and her hand traveled to her clit. She knew she needed more when yet another short vibration hit home.

She moaned “Oh” and peeked at the chatbox that was filling up with all kinds of messages now.

“looks like somebody is horny!”

“Look at that cunt”

“I am wanking so hard for you baby”

“Put a finger inside”

“Lick your tits”

and another wave hit the inside of her pussy, one that lasted a bit longer this time.

Involuntarily Ashley started rocking her hips to the sensation. She put two fingers in her mouth wetting them and pressed them on her clit when the vibration stopped again. Almost in agony, she whimpered “No!!!!”

She glimpsed at the screen where the chat of user ‘Freedome69’ said “want more?”

She grunted out loud to the screen “Oh fuck yeah more please” before realizing they could not hear her. So instead she started skating her finger over her wet swollen clit.

Again it was user ‘Freedom69’ who tipped, making the antenna of the vibe blink and light up. He had been more generous this time and Ashley thought the toy seemed to explode inside. Her fingers went wild on her clit as the sensation of the toy hit her from the inside.

She was moaning loudly now “Ohh gggh fiuck yeaah m gooooaad” and it stopped again.

“No no noooo” sniveled Ashley as she rubbed her clit and with one hand on the keyboard of her laptop typed “please give me more”

She looked at the screen and noticed that wave had only been 10 seconds at medium setting. That brief moment had brought her close to an orgasm and only now she appreciated what she had put Sarah through in the lunchroom.

The texts in the chatroom were getting filthier by the minute and Ashley loved taking them all in, realizing she and she alone was causing this.

“slap your clit bitch.”

“Show me your gaping asshole.”

“Where are your feet?”

“you are so pretty”

“I am rock hard and leaking precum for you!”

“Show us your face slut”

“My pussy is also drenched”

“I wish I could lick that needy button”

“Want to see my cock?”

“Do you squirt?”

“I came so hard for you filthy whore!”

With so much to take in her mind decided to follow the texts of her brand new suitor Freedome69 who’s reply to her plea had been “Want more? Convince me and make me!”

She typed “what do you want me to do?” and his (or her) prompt reply was “Pinch your pretty left nipple hard for me.”

Even before she reached and pinched it hard as she had been told another ten-second wave started punishing her pussy. Her groins involuntarily started fucking the air as if trying to take in a pounding cock deep. She looked at the screen and it said “hmmmm nice, now convince me some more.” but another message also caught her eye.

Guest12634 had said, “Thanks for the invite my slut queen, my wet cunt is being fingered while enjoying your show.”

She knew this must be Sophie and still grinding her hips she typed “So am I my friend!” when suddenly the lovense seemed to explode sending variating patterns of electric impulses that she could feel travel from her toes to the hairs on her head. Freedome69’s accompanying text said “Do I have your attention again?” with a devil and a smiley emoji next to it.

With a quivering hand, she typed “Yes you do!” and placed one hand on a nipple where her other fingers traveled down to her clit again.

He did not disappoint as the screen popped up ‘earthquake 30 seconds”

Ashley gasped out loud as the term was entirely justified. Her body started convulsing as wave after wave tortured her cunt with abysmal pleasure.

Freedome69’s text said, “Take it like a true slut for me. I am so hard right now.” when Ashley noticed another line on her screen.

Guest97854 had said, “What would your neighbors think of you if only they could see you right now you horny beast?!” with a winking smiley next to it. She knew it had to be Sarah and or Pete, they were watching as well.

She also saw the visitor count now was 173 and again the realization of how many people next to her friends were watching her as she lay there rubbing her clit hit her. frantically stroking her clit she wailed “Yes look at me, I am your slut”

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Willa Pryce tossed and turned all night long. Troubled by last nights Chapter Act with Nick that became all too real. Although cut short by Nick’s insistence that the chapter was interpreted all wrong. Still, she lost herself to his attention. Even though she felt the reality of the acts he covered his tracks well. It was almost as if he believed he was his own character of Dorian Crane. Possessed one minute then reverting back to writer Nick Benson.

At 4 AM she decided enough was enough and got out of bed. She put on a knee level nightshirt that had a Chicago Bears logo on the front. Parading from her room she peered down the hall at Nick’s bedroom. No sign of life. She decided then to check in on baby Grace easing her door open to creep up to her crib. Sleeping soundly she lightly covered her up and took her leave.

Going downstairs she grabbed a small glass of orange juice and ventured out on to the deck overlooking the ocean. The night sky left everything to desire. The smog disguised the stars, unlike Chicago. She missed that much at the very least.

She kept hearing squeaking noises coming from the lower deck which led to a small enclosed greenhouse. She had yet to check that area out. Curiosity led her down the steps until she reached the greenhouse. Glaring inside she spotted Nick lifting weights. For a writer he managed to keep astonishingly fit. She marveled at his six pack abs and rippling biceps. Even lifting weights he maintained his dislike of clothing.

It was impossible not to admire his manhood. Even during exercise his penis managed a woody. If not invincible it was still hard. She found herself wet instantly.

As his repetition halted she watched him sit up straight and stretch. He winced as if his shoulder was in agony. After a few moments it passed and he found himself palming his dick. Stroking it gently she wondered if he had jerked off earlier after he stopped playing with her. Perhaps not.

Unsure if she should approach him after her comments of last nights exit she started to turn. Then inspiration hit her, Claire Benson demanded she keep him inspired. The risk might prove valuable. In response she turned and opened the greenhouse door, entering.

Nick heard the door and stopped touching himself long enough to observe her shuffling toward him.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” She spoke.

“I needed my daily workout. Mind for writing, muscle for body. Should you be down here leaving my daughter alone in the house?”

It hadn’t occurred to her. Turning pale she started to dart away only to have Nick reach out and clutch the hem of her nightshirt accidently ripping it. Stopping cold she glared back at Nick.

Nick sneered at her then yanked at the shirt as hard as he could shredding it up the left side. Standing swiftly he took both hands and tore the garment all the way to her armpit. She trembled harshly trying not to drop her juice glass.

Noting her attempt he swatted the glass away landing it in a row of plants. Shock set in for Willa. His expression was emotionless. Stopping only a moment to grimace he ripped the shirt off of her save for the neck. A pull away from her made her lose balance until her head escaped the collar. Naked now she stood terrified.

As swiftly as he had tore it from her he stepped away to gently spread the shirt down over the dusty wood floor.

She couldn’t move.

Finally, he moved to grip both of her arms and step her toward the shirt.

“Another Bear rug. Let’s get that chapter right this time.”

Willa had no idea how to get it right. She merely kneeled there on top of her Bear’s shirt. He immediately stood over her jerking off ferociously. Any attempt on her part to touch him led him to whisper, “BATTLE!”

She quaked staring up at him without blinking. Then it dawned on her. BATTLE must have an inner meaning. Her thoughts raced. Bat as in eyelashes? Bat as in the monster cock in front of her like a baseball bat? LE as in LAY? TLE/ LET?

All she needed to do was lean toward him. Await his excellence as his crown hovered over her face. She opened her jaw as wide as possible and protruded her tongue. The battle was in the wait. Never lose patience. Embrace what comes as offered, or taken. That was how she deviated from the script. That was how Nick deviated from the chapter. He lost control. The Beast within was his own soul.

Grasping the truth she held her breath and not once fluttered an eyelid.

Nodding feverishly Nick Benson/Dorian Crane detonated a massive load that splattered over her entire face. Her tongue cradled a portion of his load. Not swallowing until she could feel his final expiration. Even then she used her fingers to wipe her face and lick her fingers. Showing him that she was holding out to get every drop.

“DRINK!” He bellows.

That she did.

Once done she bitlis escort closes her eyes and savors the taste.

He leans over and pats her cheek.

“Well acted. Rewards shall come. Be ready by 9:00. Today we Shop.”

She was ready to go by 8:00. Showered, hair perfectly flowing over her shoulders, the scent of jasmine across her flesh.

Abandoning the bra he had given back to her from her completed dare she refuses to wear panties as well. She dressed in one of her knee high skirts, and a yellow button down blouse. High heeled black shoes finished her attire.

Hearing the doorbell ring startled her. Why had the intercom not buzzed? She eases her door open to listen. Noting Nick answer the door and greet a woman. They made the journey upstairs and walked past Willa’s now sealed door.

She had heard the name “Charlotte” whom sounded older. After ten minutes of waiting in her room Nick came knocking.

Willa jumps up and opens her door.

She admires his black button down shirt and slacks. He was very dapper.

“Ready? I know it’s early. 8:35. Morning traffic will be exhausting.”

“Yes. Will Grace be well taken care of?” Willa stood concerned.

“Charlotte is our usual short term sitter. Grace adores her.”

He eyes her skirt and blouse. Before she could even exit her room he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel. Her cleavage burst into view. He then puckers at her skirt.

“Tonight we burn those clothes.”

She raises a brow, “Is this part of a new chapter? Am I Sara right now?”

“I think you were born to be Sara. Don’t you?”

“Are you Dorian right now?”

He grins, “Reborn.”

He then turns away and lets her follow him. They reach the garage where he decides upon a red Corvette convertible. Opening the passenger door for her he then moves to the drivers seat. Car started, and garage door rising he drove onward and through the automatic gates to the street.

“This car is beautiful. Everything about this area is beautiful.” She spoke holding her hair against the wind.

Nick dons sunglasses and says nothing. The entire ride was silent. Uncomfortable yet relaxing.

Entering the city limits Shops popped up everywhere. He chose where to start. Parking was easier than she imagined. He had a pass that he dangled from his mirror as if a handicap. However the tag merely had a Regal symbol of some sort on both sides of it. She didn’t ask.

Getting out he left the top down even. So trusting. Opening her car door like a gentleman was charming. He then proceeded to walk away from her. Following, he entered a store where the mannequins wore next to nothing. Even the clerks could have been models.

A brunette clerk in a stunning outfit that displayed every feature she had approached them, “Mr. Benson, welcome. How is Claire?”

“She’s perfect as ever. This is our new Nanny “Willa”. Accent her with reds, black, white, and lavender only.”

Willa’s eyes bulged, “I like yellow.”

He smirks, “Yellow in small doses.”

The woman introduces herself as “Katrina” and takes Willa along beside her with a pleasant arm in arm.

On their journey Katrina took Willa’s measurements first then set about choosing clothing for her. As Willa herself sifted through casual hangings she looked back for Nick. He had stepped out for some reason.

“Here we go. Step into that room over there and try this one on.” prompted the clerk.

Willa examined the thin silky fabric blouse with spaghetti straps, and an extremely short skirt of similar material, both red. With an uneasy smile she took them into the room and tried them on. She admired herself in the mirror noting the shirt at least was nearly sheer. The shirt stopped just above her belly button showing it off. She could see her areolas ever so lightly. The skirt clung to her like a second skin.

“I think Dorian is doing the shopping here. Wow!”

Katrina knocks before entering to see her, “Lovely. I have one of each of these outfits and colors. Nick told me to have you try these on and step out for him to see you.”

Red underwear, tight, lacey, and even more sheer than the other clothing. Willa swallowed hoarsely as she changed. A hand covers her mouth out of awe. The bra and panties showed essentially everything. Her nipples were only covered at the bottom of the bra, as was her pussy. Her thin runway of reddish pubic hair was exposed.

With a cold chill she opens the room of the door and steps out. Nick was off to her left out of view. Katrina in front of her pointed in his direction and waved her out into the open. To her shock there stood Nick along with three other men. She began to cover herself with her arms until she noted Nick’s expression.

She decides instead to do a 360 on her toes to let them view her front bolu escort and back. The men merely smiled faintly as Nick nodded his approval, “One of each color, Katrina. Continue your shopping.”

Willa returns to the changing room followed by Katrina.

“That was rather unexpected.” Willa shivered.

Katrina warmly shares a smile.

“Ordinarily that would be against store policy. There must be something special about you.”

“I’m just the Nanny. I can’t say I approve of the clothes but they are free.”

“Of course.” Katrina shyly grins before handing her a mini dress in black that had nearly full frontal cleavage yet held together by thin laces. Those said laces tethered from hips to waist. More flesh than dress she thought.

Katrina opens the door for her and motions her back out into the store. This time there was a fourth man. Nick used his finger to motion her to spin again. She does so to their timid attention. After a moment he holds his hand out to her and pulls her to him.

“I have no idea who these men are. Merely passerby’s on this hot spring day. I only asked them to a fashion show.” He then scoots her closer by the small of her back until she faced each of them.

“Hello.” She whispers.

“I will buy this dress for you.” A balding man offered.

“And, I will buy you one in white.” Follows a tall thin man with gray at his temples.

“I guess that leaves you and I to buy a red and yellow one.” chuckles a third man to the fourth.

“You buy those, I’ll buy the underwear for her.” He returns.

She blushes leering back at Nick. He smirks, “I wonder what else they might be so generous and eager to buy?”

He guides her back to Katrina whom now had several outfits. Willa could only shiver and try them on.

Her next trip out into the store she wore a black bustiere that barely contained her chest and a stretchy black micro skirt. She chose to dance around with her hands in her hair for them. This captured their imaginations.

“One each?” She beguiles them with a sly sheepish grin.

Nods of agreement sends her wiggling back to the changing room.

“This is insane, Katrina.” Willa huffs half embarrassed, half excited.

“I am but a humble servant.” Holding up other outfits to choose from.

Willa rubs the underside of her chin, “Do you sell those bikini’s that hide almost nothing? G-string? Micro? Whatever they’re called.”

“Oh, yes. The beaches love those. Even if they are illegal.” Katrina winks.

“Bring me a yellow one. Don’t let anyone see you.”

Katrina nods and scurries away, returning five minutes later.

Holding the twin articles up she exhales with a light whistle.

“This might buy one of everything in your store. Salesperson of the month Katrina.” Willa giggles.

Once tied on she checks herself out in the mirror, “Oh my God! 3 Bandaid’s and dental floss.”

“Are you sure?” Katrina warns.

“Yes. Open sesame.”

The clerk opens the door and takes the lead. More to make certain of any objecting clientele.

Willa shyly walks into view noting each of them dropping their jaws. All save for Nick who narrowed his eyes.

Had she gone too far? His glare made her tremor. The four men mumbled amongst themselves leaving her uncertain whether to head back to the changing room or await Nick’s words.

Finally, Nick extended his hand as if before and reeled her in to face the four men. He then kept her hand and spun her slowly around for them to view her bare ass and nipple disguised monsters.

Stopping her mid spin the balding man caressed her ass with his palm. He was joined by the taller man who adorned her opposite cheek. Willa’s eyes bulged at their boldness. The taller man slid his fingers under the strings in his admiration.

“Very nice.” said the tall man.

Nick clears his throat to gain Willa’s eye contact. He studies her at their roaming touches. She shivers but maintains her composure.

Then, Nick twisted her to face the other two men. As he did the fingers of the tall man were still beneath the string between her ass and tugged it to the side out from inside her cheeks. Unintentional but the man risked keeping the string where it was.

This gave the other two men a barely obstructed view of her anal cavity. Willa swallowed at the disturbance. The two remaining men rubbed her ass and agreed between their eyes to pry her cheeks apart gently for a better view.

Nick leaned in to whisper, “Have you noticed you’re not blushing, Sara?”

Her eyes perked up at the identity change. Dorian was here. An unwritten chapter with a practice run?

She whispers back, “I try my best Dorian.”

Nick then turns her once more. This turn the tall man releases the string which falls back into place.

The bald man having witnessed burdur escort the tall man’s mischief eyed her patch covering Willa’s pussy. Her thin strip of red peach fuzz attracted him enough to tempt fate and roll his hand across her stomach until his fingers caressed its softness. Her eyes lower out of Nick’s observation. The nearness of his fingers made her tremble. With each tender rub he decides to pinch the fur between his fingers. Finally, his middle finger slithers under the patch. He barely touches her clit before abandoning her flesh entirely.

The fourth man with red hair and a moustache reaches up to lightly run his finger beneath the bikini tops strand. He gently ran his fingers knuckle along her chest until he reached the cloth cloaking her areola.

Wanting to peel it up over her nipple made him sweat. Willa maintained her lowered gaze. Trembling and forcing her fear back.

Another turn placed her back against Nick. His hand released her own hand allowing it to drape to her side. He then leaned to her ear and blew her locks from her lobes.

“Do their hands excite you, Sara?”

She opens her eyes to the four men with a glimmer of blessing.

“Yes. Yours would excite me more.” She admits.

She notes Katrina in the distance behind her front counter keeping the other clerk busy.

Willa feels Nick’s hands grip her shoulders, squeezing them which made her enjoy the stress release. After a few moments his hands slithered down her chest and under the bikini top to clutch her bare chest. He kneads at them allowing the top to be distorted over his knuckles. To the men viewing, her top was abandoning her to be replaced by massive hands. She gasps at his grip over both mounds.

The four men were drooling at the show. Mesmerized by his boldness. Knowing that once his hands left her the nipples would be in perfect view.

“Massage your clit.” Nick whispers.

She utilizes her right hand and slips her fingers beneath her yellow patch for a bikini bottom. Eyes study the men for reaction. Their attention now focused on her fingering motions.

She lightly whimpers trying not to moan loud enough to be heard.

Nick looks to the four men.

“There are four of you and four strings holding her bottoms on. Untie them and each of you take one string. How you hold it is your decision.”

Her eyes bulge as the hesitant men look around them first before spreading out for a better stance. As they carefully untie her bottoms the two men in the front agree to lower the patch in the front to view her snatch in full glory. The two gents gripping the back strings dangle the ass strap down until it escapes her ass crack completely.

Willa was essentially nude in a public store for all to see. It terrified her. Excited her. Her whole life made no sense. She was living the life of a character in Nick’s novel. A Chicago girl who wanted a new life. She found one.

She wanted to cum but was afraid she might scream. She whispers back toward Nick.

“I can’t hold it in. I need to scream.” she gasps.

“Silent scream. Fail me and you earn nothing this day.”

She grit her teeth with all of her might. Finally, Nick removed his hands from her breasts letting the men see her nipples. He yanks the top from her body leaving her stunned at the moment of her mini orgasm.

The men surrounding her nearly panicked. The men in front dropped their strings and stood back as she began to spasm, cum draining down her thighs.

The cloth fell to her knees.

As she felt Nick rip her bottoms from her she toppled to the carpeted floor and lay there heaving.

Nick grins at the men.

“I presume her wardrobe is bought and paid for in full?”

The bald man snatches up her bikini bottoms from his hand.

“I’ll buy these for myself if that’s okay with you?” He offers as he sniffs them.

“My gift.” She chokes up from laying on her back.

Nick nods as he spots the clerk Katrina rushing him with her hand. He then looks down at Willa.

“Crawl to the dressing room. I’ll have Katrina bring you a black bikini. Wear it home.”

“Yes, Sir.” Willa rolls to crawl slowly across the carpet to avoid rug burn. Once out of sight Katrina joins the gathering and understands what else is needed. She enters Willa’s room with a black bikini with the tags off. Gathering the to be purchased clothing she heads back toward the counter with the four men. The items tallied and paid for. Bagged and ready.

When Willa exits to join Nick he holds up a Belly chain and clasps it around her waist. He follows that with a beautiful lace choker that he ties about her throat.

Finally, he leads her to the area of the store for shoes. Locating her size he also buys her each color in a stiletto heel.

“Black pair. Wear them home.”

“Thank you, Dorian.”

Nick smirks, “Who?”

“Master!” she wags an eye brow at him.

“I need to write this chapter when I get home.”

“Can we grab lunch? I’m starving.”

He puckers with narrowing eyes.

“I wonder who will buy us lunch?”

Her jaw dropped.

She was starving after all.

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The characters in this story are over the age of 18.

This is my second ever story, and my first ever story that I hope to turn into a multi-part series. If you like it, let me know and I’ll start uploading the rest. If you don’t like it, let me know why and I’ll try and re-work it so it’s more acceptable.

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Zoe’s cell, or rather, Zoe and Charlotte’s cell, wasn’t the biggest space. Inside, there was a toilet, a desk with a chair, a few shelves with a few books, and a single bed pressed up against the right corner or the room.

“So what they got’cha in for?” Zoe asked.

“O-oh, my boyfriend was making and selling drugs.”, Charlotte stammered out. “I didn’t know about it, but since I was with him and they found us together at our home, they just kind of assumed I was part of it.”

“Damn…” Zoe replied, moving to sit on the bed, her back against the corner of the wall, placing her left leg on the bed while leaving her right one hanging off, leaving her legs wide open and pussy exposed. She seemed to relax a little. “…shitty luck.”

“Y-yeah.” Charlotte responded, as she moved to sit on the chair next to the desk, turning it to face Zoe.

Charlotte couldn’t help but look over her new cellmate. Her naked body on full display. Pear shaped, but with a hint of muscles. It seemed like a fair few amount of women in here were rather toned. Makes sense. One of the cliches about prison is that everyone works out in the courtyard, and it looked like the cliche was true.

Since Zoe was now facing Charlotte directly, she had a chance to clearly see her face. Sharp. She had a strong jaw, and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Lips that thinned as they reached the edges. What was most captivating about her face was her eyes. While most of her looked tough, her eyes were somewhat seductive. Thick lashes, and lazy eyelids that almost covered her emerald green eyes.

“So, what about you?” Charlotte asked.

“Me? Oh, bank robbery. Me and my crew were gonna take every last dollar out of the big bank, up by 5th. Shit went south, we got caught, ended up here. Simple.” The way she told the story, it seemed like she had told it plenty of times in the past.

“Sorry to hear that.” Charlotte told Zoe.

“Nahhh” Zoe waved her hand. “Old news. Anyway, it ain’t to bad in here. As longs as you ain’t getting up in anybody’s shit, you’re good. If shit starts to get rowdy in here, I ain’t lettin’ anyone hurt my new girlfriend.” Zoe looked at Charlotte with a smile and a wink. Were they ‘girlfriends’ now? Or was that just a name for new people? Whatever the situation, it did feel kind of nice to know that she was protected, by a bank robber no less.

…

1pm struck and all prisoners were ushered out into the courtyard. For Charlotte, it felt so weird to be totally nude outside. Sure, she had walked around in a swimsuit or a bikini in her backyard or on the beach from time to time during hot summers, but to be this exposed, in such a big area, around so many strangers, it felt to surreal.

Over near the other side of the courtyard, Charlotte could see the petite blonde woman from before. She was walking under the arm of her tall, muscular cellmate. Her posture was rigid. Her arms were tight at her side, and her shoulders were locked in position near her ears, as if she was trying to hide her head in them or like she was in a state of an indefinite shrug.

Her tall cellmate introduced her to her friends. They all were very glad to meet her. Every single one mersin escort of them were as tall, tanned, and muscular she she was. They looked like a group of amazons compared to this shy, pale, kitten of a woman. Each got up from their seat and began inspecting the newbie with eager smiles. They would gently caress her, a few would feel her ass cheeks, a few would flick her nipples, all the while the cellmate gently brushed her hair with her hand. They welcomed her and offered her a seat before sitting down with her.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was following Zoe’s lead. The two walked around the corner of the building and into a small, shaded area, where three other women were seated, their backs against the walls. The area was nothing more than three walls. Nicely hidden from the sun, but not invisible, as it was in view of one of the guard towers.

“Sup Zoe.”, one of the women said.

The woman who spoke was pale, and had red hair which was as short as Zoe’s, only a different style. Rather than being half shaved, it was shaved along the sides and spiked forward. She also wore a pair of round glasses. She was the shortest of the group, and noticeably thinner too, which only defined her abs even more. She had a thin face. ‘Plucky’ would be a good word to describe her. Her pussy, like Charlotte’s was waxed clean, unlike Zoe’s landing strip.

“Hey Titch.”, Zoe replied, taking a seat opposite two of the women, and sitting next to the third. ‘Titch’? The nickname makes sense, seeing as she’s the smallest of the group.

The woman next to Zoe was by far the uhh… ‘fullest’ of the group. She had curves all over, boobs that were bigger and rounder than Charlotte’s, and hips to match. Her face was round and bubbly, and she seemed to have a constant smile. Her blonde hair flowed past her shoulders. On the outside, she looked like she could’ve been the next door neighbour who always wore pink, waved to everybody she saw, watched Sex in the City on repeat, and would have a tiny white dog.

Zoe took her seat next to the woman and was immediately engulfed in a hug and a big kiss on the lips.

“Ooooohh hiya Zoe!”, the curvy woman let out.

“‘Ay ‘ay, ease up Momma.”, Zoe replied. ‘Momma’. Also a fitting name.

Zoe sat on the left side of Momma on the floor. Momma, meanwhile, had her left arm over Zoe’s shoulder, and her right hand gently fondling Zoe’s left tit.

“So who’s your new friend?” Momma asked, looking up at Charlotte before cuddling up to Zoe even more.

“This is Charlotte. My new girlfriend.” Zoe replied.

“Ooooohhh! Yay!! Goodie!” Momma squealed with excitement and clapping her hands. “Get over here girl!”, she beckoned, patting the ground to her right.

Charlotte walked over and took her spot next to Momma, and just as her bare ass touched the floor, she too was engulfed in a hug. The two women’s bare breasts pressed tightly against each other, and Charlotte reached around to hug Momma back.

“Well, my name’s Christine, but you can call me Momma.”, Momma said with the widest of smiles. “That there’s Tina, or ‘Titch’ as we call her.”

“Sup”, responded Titch.

It was at this point that Charlotte what Titch was doing. She was sitting with her back against the wall, her knees bent with her feet firmly on the floor, legs open, her right wrist sat on her right knee, leaving her hand to hang loosely, meanwhile her left hand was down by her pussy. Her index finger and middle finger were swirling around her clit. It muğla escort took a second for Charlotte to process what she was doing. She was casually masturbating out in the open. She hadn’t moved her position since they were there, that must mean she’s been masturbating the whole time.

“You’ve already met Zoe, and I’m sure you’ll get to know her even more since you’re her new girlfriend!” The way Momma expressed this was like a woman talking about her friends engagement. Her voice went higher and more excited as she got to the word ‘girlfriend’.

“And lastly, over there is Dragon. Her real name is Amy.”

Charlotte looked over to the woman next to Titch. She was Asian, with short, straight hair, not unlike Zoe’s, except none of it was shaved. Instead, it parted in a way that covered her right eye. She looked like she was in her early thirties. It wasn’t hard to understand why she had the nickname ‘Dragon’. On her right shoulder sat a tattoo of a dragon that went from her shoulder to her elbow, wrapping itself around her bicep. She sat in a different way to the other three women as well. Whereas the others were sitting in a more relaxed state, with their legs open and leaning back, Dragon had her legs crossed, her wrists sat on her knees, and her back was straight.

“Hi everyone.” Charlotte said with a small smile.

“Sup.”, replied Titch. That seemed to be her catchphrase.

Titch had moved on from just massaging her clit. Her other hand had grabbed her B cup tit. Her hard nipple was visible between her index finger and middle finger. She licked her lips and spread her legs a little further. She really didn’t care who saw her. But then again, in a prison where everyone is naked, I guess it’s only natural to feel that comfortable.

“So, what’s a gorgeous thing like yourself doing in a place like this?”, Momma asked as she wrapped her right arm across Charlotte’s back and her left arm along her stomach, cuddling her.

“Hey, easy there Momma.” Zoe said. “She’s MY girlfriend, remember?”

“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch! I’m just giving her a hug.” Momma replied, squeezing up even more against Charlotte.

Charlotte couldn’t lie to herself, it did feel nice to be held like this. Skin on skin. The warmth of Momma’s naked body countered the coolness of the shade. It put her at ease and comforted her in a way that she hadn’t felt since she was a kid. She couldn’t help but fall into Momma’s embrace, and she rested her head on top of hers.

“I was arrested with my boyfriend after he was caught making and selling drugs.” Charlotte told the group.

“And you had nothing to do with it? Awwwww, bless you sweetie.” Momma replied, cuddling her even more. “Well, I’m sure you already know why Zoe is in here, it’s not like she’s shy about it. I’m in here for selling pot brownies to all of my neighbours.” She said with a smile.

After hearing that, Charlotte glanced at Dragon. Without missing a beat, and staring Charlotte directly in the eye, Dragon responded with a simple “I burnt my ex-boyfriend’s house down.”

With that, Charlotte turned her gaze towards Titch.

“And…ummm…what about you Titch?” She asked.

“I…” Titch replied. “I….I’m………I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh! Ahh! Ah!” Twitch’s legs opened even more as her whole body shuddered. Her eyes closed tightly as Charlotte could see her pussy contract. She went limp and her breathing was heavier. Arms and legs open, she gently closed her eyes, basking in the nevşehir escort afterglow.

Zoe looked Charlotte dead in the eyes and simply said “…public masturbation.”

…

A few minutes before all prisoners had to go to the cafeteria for lunch, the girls thought it would be a good idea to point out a few other inmates to Charlotte. The girls got up, aside from Titch, who was still lying down, gently running her fingers across her body after her orgasm, and stepped out into the light.

The courtyard was full of countless naked women. There were groups here and there spread all around. What was most notable, was just how many of them were either having sex or masturbating. Everywhere you looked you would see two women 69-ing, group orgies, and women on the floor with their legs spread wide open with their fingers plunged deep inside themselves. But you would also see people. Just regular people standing or sitting around just talking. The only thing that separated them from groups of friends you would see on the outside is the fact that they had no clothes on. It turns out this prison wasn’t just full of sex hungry women, it was also full of prisoners.

Over on the right, Charlotte could yet again spot the petite blonde from earlier. The group of amazon women she was with had her on her back, with women all around her, two of whom held her ankles open. Another woman had her head between her legs and was licking her pussy like she was starving.

Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to mind. Rather than looking concerned like she did this morning, she instead looked like she was in ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her mouth hung open with a smile, and she was drooling. The shy, timid blonde from this morning was gone, instead, there was only a sex hungry nymph in her place.

Another woman from the group gently squatted over the petite blonde’s face, and like an infant being given a milk bottle, she instinctively and naturally moved her head towards the pussy and began sucking and licking while desperately trying to reach up and grab the woman’s tits.

Zoe noticed Charlotte looking at the muscular women having their way with the blonde.

“Those are Mad Max’s friends. If you ever wanted to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been in your life, then they’re the one who’ll do it. Though, they’re pretty picky on who they fuck.”, Zoe informed Charlotte.

Titch got up and made her way to the rest of the group.

“Over to the left you got your Goths…” Zoe pointed out. In another shady spot was a group of pale women, all with dark hair. “…by the fence you got you exhibitionist bimbos…”. She wasn’t exaggerating. There was a group of at least 15 women, all who were shaking their tits at the guards and pressing their bodies up to the fence to try and get the attention of anyone who might be outside them. “…over by the exercise equipment you got your gym freaks, or ‘Strong-Gals’ as we like to call ’em.”

“Bunch of party poopers.” Momma chimed in.

“She’s not wrong. You don’t fuck them, they fuck you.” Zoe replied.

Over on the far side of the courtyard, Charlotte noticed a crowd of women surrounding one woman in particular who was sitting down. The sitting woman looked Latino. Light bronze skin, dark brown hair, full lips, the was at least 6 foot tall. It was hard to make out exactly what was going on due to the large crowd surrounding her, but judging by how she kept her eyes down between her legs, how she would lick her lips, and the fact that almost all of the women watching were masturbating while watching, it was obvious that someone was going down on her. Yet… something seemed off about it.

A loud bell rang to signal that it was time for all prisoners to go to the cafeteria.

…

END OF PART 2

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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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My wife Katy and I were at the curb when our Uber ride pulled up. The driver was a friendly young Indian guy named Jawal. We climbed into the back seat of his very spacious SUV. I don’t know what make it was, but it was one of the big ones.

While Jawal drove, I talked about the evening with my wife. “It looked like you were having a good time.”

She was drunk and slurred her words answering, “I’m exhausted, I must’ve danced with twenty different guys.”

I was drunk too. I had been playing shuffleboard, a league semi-final that my team won. We had been to this tavern many times and knew several of the people there. We had come here for years and once we moved back to town after college, we made it a regular thing to spend Friday nights there. Katy knew a lot of folks and liked to dance. It was near Memorial Day and there was a hockey playoff game on TV with our Penguins playing. Consequently, the bar was crowded and rowdy. I had lost track of where Katy was most of the time. She was with her friend Gwen, so I wasn’t worried about her.

We talked about who she had seen and I told her about winning the shuffleboard match. Being in a horny mood, I usually am, I reached over to unbutton one of the buttons on Katy’s blouse. I undid another and my hand happened to brush against my wife’s breasts, realizing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“What happened to your bra?”

She told me the story. “You remember they have that area of the bar where different girls have hung their bras from the ceiling.” I did. “Well, the guys talked Gwen and me into taking off our bras and hanging them with the others. I autographed mine and its up there from now on.”

I supposed this was okay. My wife had been rather daring to do that, but she still had her blouse. But then, I noticed that the bottom buttons were not aligned properly. “What happened with the buttons?”

“I must’ve missed the alignment when I redid my blouse.” She said.

“What do you mean, redid your blouse?”

She said, “Well they had me take it off when I did the thing with my bra. They said we had to do that before we hung our bras from the ceiling.”

“So, you were topless.”

“Yeah, but only for a couple of minutes.”

“Did everyone see?” I asked.

“Well, not everyone, just the people who were watching. I think some of the guys took pictures with their phones if you want to see.”

Okay, so my wife had been topless in the bar. Who knows how many people had seen her tits. I knew bursa escort I would be seeing the photos. She was giggling.

She was sitting in the far seat and brought her leg onto the seat. I reached over and rubbed her leg, moving above the knee. My hand naturally moved Katy’s skirt a bit and I got a glimpse up her skirt and saw she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Where are your panties? I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She replied.

“What do you mean, you don’t remember losing your panties?”

She said, “Oh I remember losing them, I just don’t know where they went. Probably a souvenir for someone.”

“How did you lose them?”

“Gary took them off when we were in the booth.”

“Who is Gary?”

“He’s a guy I used to date before I met you.”

Now I remembered Gary. I thought he was an asshole. “What were you doing with Gary in the booth?”

She said, “When our team lost the shooter contest, we were sitting there and Gary moved in beside me.”

“Shooter contest?”

“Yeah, they were drinking shooters off Gwen’s and my chest.”

“Off your chest?”

“They had our shirts off and were taking shooters on our tits. It was some sort of contest and my team lost.”

“Guys were sucking shooters off your tits?”

“Yeah. I guess that’s why we lost. They seemed to be more interested in my tits than the contest.”

I could see the wetness from the alcohol on her chest, all over her breasts.

“So how did you lose your panties?” I asked.

“Gary and I were fooling around in one of the booths and he said they were in the way, so he pulled them off. I don’t know where they went after that.”

“What was Gary doing that your panties were in the way?”

She smiled at me and gave me a sultry smile, “He was playing with my pussy, silly.”

I just looked at her and she continued. “While you were playing your stupid shuffleboard game, he had his fingers in my pussy.”

“He was fingering you?”

“He had at least three fingers in me and was finger-fucking me for a while.”

Holy shit. I knew Gary still had the hots for my wife, but was surprised that she had let him finger her.

“What else did he do?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

“He had me almost naked and was fingering me, that’s all.” She paused, then added, “Mike licked my pussy a couple of times.”

“What?”

“After I pushed Gary away; he wanted to fuck me but I wouldn’t let him because he didn’t have a rubber.”

That çanakkale escort pissed me off. “You would’ve fucked him if he had a rubber?”

She said, “No, I wouldn’t have fucked him. I just told him that. He’s wanted to fuck me since we dated and I wouldn’t put-out for him.”

“Where was his cock while he fingered you?”

“In my hand, of course. I wasn’t going to blow him with everyone watching. I have to protect my reputation.” She said and laughed.

“So how did Mikey lick your pussy.”

“When I got out of the booth and was putting my blouse on, Mike lifted me onto the table and went down on me. He held my legs and put his face in my pussy and licked me a couple of times before I got away from him. He only had his face in my cunt for a few seconds. Part of me wanted to let him continue, but I didn’t want to look like a slut in front of everyone.”

Yeah, wouldn’t want to look like a slut.

Katy was rubbing her pussy with her fingers. The back seat was dimly lit, but I could see her snatch and her fingers.

“That made me horny.” She said, continuing to finger herself. She asked me to help.

I reached over and found her incredibly hot and wet pussy. I rubbed her lips and slid two fingers inside her. She leaned back against the door, spreading her legs for me. She licked her lips and motioned for me to take my shirt off while she removed her blouse. The lights from the passing streetlights flashed across my nearly naked wife. I noticed that our driver Jawal was looking in the rear-view mirror. Katy’s nipples were hard. She was topless with her breasts accented by the necklace she was wearing along with the dangling earrings. A topless woman wearing her jewelry is one of the hottest things, doubly so when it is my wife.

Katy was letting me finger her when she asked me to get my cock out. I undid my seatbelt and opened my pants. My dick was hard. Katy reached over and pulled my pants down farther, off my feet and then removed my shoes. I sat there looking at my wife. I was naked and she joined me by undoing her skirt.

I moved toward her and pulled her body underneath mine. She wrapped her legs around me just as our driver said, “We’re almost to your house.”

“Find some place to park for a while.” I asked him. He had shifted his mirror and was watching us while he slowly drove around looking for a remote spot.

I slid my cock into my wife and looked down at her with my arms holding me up. I felt the tight çankırı escort fit of her vagina and felt her squeezing my dick.

The car stopped and Jawal leaned over the seat and asked, “Mind if I watch?”

Katy looked up at me and said, “I want him to watch you fuck me.” I nodded to Jawal.

Then she looked at our driver and saw he was obviously playing with himself.

“Come around here and show me your cock.” Katy said to him.

Jawal opened his door and moved to the back door and opened it. The dome light was on in the car. Jawal’s pants were open and his hard cock was in his hand. He was jacking-off a few feet from my wife’s head and she was watching his cock while I fucked her.

“Come on my face.” She asked him.

I continued to pump my dick into my wife while she watched Jawal pump his uncircumcised cock a few inches from her face. Suddenly his hand moved faster and then he stopped. A rope of cum spurted out of his cock and splayed across Katy’s face, from her hair to her chin. The second spurt landed on her nose and upper lip. Then more cum dribbled out onto her cheeks with some going into her open mouth. That was enough to set me off and I pulled out and spurted my cum onto my wife’s stomach and breasts. She moved her head to reach for Jawal’s cock and she took it in her mouth and sucked the remainder of his cum from his brown prick. She held his cock in her mouth for a moment, savoring the feeling and the taste of his semen. It was undoubtedly the best fare he had ever driven.

I asked him to take us home. We pulled up in front of our house and Katy got out of the car naked and walked toward the house, carrying only her purse, leaving her clothes in the car. I needed to catch up and unlock our door. I got my pants from the floor along with my shoes. I managed to get Katy’s shoes and Jawal helped by setting the remainder of our clothes on the lawn. His fare had been prepaid by credit card and I gave him a nice tip. He waved goodbye and I walked to our door. My naked wife was twirling around on the lawn and singing. She was drunk, naked and happy. I walked up the walkway and she came to me and dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock.

She was making noise and I’m sure some of the neighbors saw us. My naked wife was sucking my cock under the beam of our front-porch light. I could’ve stopped her, but it felt so damn good that I didn’t care who saw. I’d had a lot to drink as well. We did hear from one of our neighbors that he and his wife had watched us.

Katy wanted me to fuck her again on the lawn, but I managed to get her into the house and up to our bed where I made love to her for twenty minutes before we both wore out and rolled apart to go to sleep.

We have Jawal’s information for our next Uber ride. He said it will be free.

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I have an uncle who, though he is two years older than me were great friends when we were kids. We were that close that when we both met girls who we would eventually marry we went out as a foursome. We had some great times but as is usual in life nothing lasts forever.

Because of his work he left town and moved to the big city, but we kept in touch when we could and were sad to hear that he and his wife had problems which caused a messy divorce which hit him hard.

After a lot of years, we met again at a family wedding. It was a great day full of fun and of course telling tales of the old days. At the end of the night, he asked me how I was still married after all these years, what we did to keep it all going.

Drink had affected me, so I didn’t think when I told him I loved to take pictures of my wife, naked and post them to certain websites. That she knew about this and loved the comments men gave. She would never show her face, but most guys weren’t looking for that anyway. I had sense enough not to tell him which sites and refused to show him any of the pics even though he begged me.

I never thought anything more of it until a week later when I received an email telling how he had enjoyed the weekend and how much he wished he could see some of the pictures. Feeling guilty I told my wife what I had confessed to but instead of being angry she was obviously turned on at the thought. She had one condition. That my uncle would never know that she had given permission.

When I agreed the camera was out and she began to strip but she was that turned on I had only taken three pictures of her tits when she needed fucking. It was the kind of fuck that had to be quick on both sides. It left us both out of breath but feeling good.

An hour later I emailed the pictures to him, saying he had to keep this secret or there would be hell to pay.

Over the next weeks we had daily contact by email. I sent him pics from the past with videos of her sucking and fucking me. He would ask for a certain pose which she was willing to do even when they began to get more demanding. She would kneel and spread her arse cheeks so he could get a close-up view. She spread her legs wide and at one request eased a cucumber into her pussy.

The wife and I were having the best sex for ages and most nights were pounding the sheets in all kinds of positions even when the camera wasn’t switched balıkesir escort on but even so when his next request came, we were a little shocked.

He suggested that we met in a web cam session so he could see her live. He could disguise his voice and keep it so his face wasn’t seen. She wasn’t too keen at first, but I was and after a while persuaded her to give it a go.

It was a Friday night and after a few drinks I switched the PC on. We had a webcam that was on a long cord so I could position so he could see more if that is what the wife wanted.

The wife and I had webcammed with random people so knew what it was like, but she was nervous this time when the screen showed the two of sat at the screen which suddenly showed a man with his camera zoomed in on his shorts.

After a little conversation we saw his cock grow, as she unbuttoned her top, he pulled the shorts down. When he asked her to push her tits together, she obeyed while keeping an eye on him stroking his cock.

She was excited but also very disappointed when a sudden burst of cum erupted. The cam session was over but the sex session between us lasted for an hour.

Over the next weeks we would cam every other day. The second session was much better. There was some dirty talk between them, him telling her how he would fuck her as she posed naked, spread eagled and dripping wet. As time went on, she would do more, sucking my cock, taking the cum on her face or holding in her mouth while he finished himself off.

Then, one Saturday after a little drink we turned on the cam. I fingered her for a while as he watched then went down on her, almost to the point when orgasm came. I turned her over and licked her from the back before slipping my tongue around her arse. She was moaning with pleasure, and he was shouting encouragement.

Turned around again she begged me to finish her off, so my tongue went into action on her clit once more but this time my thumb pushed a little inside her brown hole. She groaned with pleasure, so I pushed harder, moving it around as she moaned. It didn’t take her long after that. Finished she looked to see what I wanted to do next.

I had her on all fours, with her arse pointing directly at me. With the cam in hand, I zoomed in and then pushed my cock forward. She cried out a little, surprised at my intention but she knew what I wanted.

“Push bartın escort back.” I whispered so I could get the cock head in. Once there I pushed hard and deep ignoring her cries that it was in too far. I heard my uncle cry out as he finished but by then I was interested only in myself.

We had never done anal that much over the years, so I was ready to take advantage of the situation. I dropped the cam and pulled her closer with both hands on her hips making sure all my cock was in as I thrusted hard and for an age.

She cried for me to stop as I finished and lay for a while with cum dripping from her. I looked to the screen and saw my uncle in full view. He gave me a thumbs up before turning it off.

That session seemed to end the fun for a few weeks, it was if we had hit our peek. There were a few sessions but nothing as exciting. Then I received an email. The sick relative had died and there was a funeral. My uncle would be back in town staying with his mother.

The wife wasn’t enthusiastic about this and made sure I understood that the fun we had enjoyed was strictly hands off. In no uncertain terms there was to be no threesome. Any suggestion of it would cause a big row.

The instruction was to be as we always had. We would talk, have a drink and then say goodbye till the next time.

The day of the funeral was cloudy and dull. The relative had been very old so there weren’t floods of tears but more talk of happy memories. The wake was a time for mixing but when it ended the three of us went for a meal and more drinks at a pub not far from home.

Just before we left for home my wife pulled me over. She quickly whispered her plan.

Most of the day she hadn’t had anything to drink because she had thought she would be driving. But she would pretend to be a lot drunker than she was. I could take advantage of this. I could strip her naked while my uncle watched. I could fuck her, but my uncle would not be allowed any penetration. He could feel her up, suck on her tits or pussy and even cum over her but there was to be no penetration. If he attempted it, she would wake up and stop it all.

Back at the house for the one last drink with the three of us the actress in my wife came out. She was slurring her words. Her eyes though open didn’t seem to be looking at anything. She said she felt tired and sat back on batman escort the sofa. I went over to see how she was and lifted her skirt up, so it showed her panties and pulled her top up over her bra and had a good feel of her tits.

My uncle was shivering with lust, so much so I told him outright he couldn’t fuck her. That he could watch and maybe have a feel.

After pulling her top off and undoing her bra I lay her down on the sofa.

“Take her pants down.” I said as I undid my trousers. He obeyed straight away, pulling her legs apart a little to get a better look.

He paused for a second, looking to me to get permission before he began to massage her tits, letting the nipples get hard before sucking on them. His hand wandered down and fingers felt the opening then slid in. She groaned a little. For a moment he thought she was awake and moved back in panic. But instead she move her hips as if being fucked in a dream.

“You can have a taste, get her wet for me.”

I think he was shocked at the instruction, but he knelt and began to lick. By her body movements I could see she was loving it. Over his shoulder she looked at me and winked. Pushing him out the way I lay on top and guided my cock inside. Drink always makes you last longer; lets you feel in full control.

I thought I would give him a show and took my time, getting help when I wanted her on he side to fuck. This was harder than I thought but it gave him a good view of her body. It wasn’t that comfortable so I lay her on her back again. This time with her arms above her head.

“Have a feel of her tits.” I said as I entered her once more.

He didn’t need much encouragement and of course took it further, letting a hand wander down, feeling her pussy, marvelling at how wet it was.

Once I knew she had cum I turned her around and took her from the back. He wanted me to fuck her arse but I didn’t think she would want this so I carried on doggy stye for some time. Finished I pulled out feeling the plop as the cum began to leak out.

“Can I fuck her?” My uncle asked but I refused.

“Do you want to cum on her tits?” I offered.

We turned her over and he began to frantically wank his cock off with one hand while the other fingered her pussy, helping my cum leak out. I could see her watching and that she was enjoying it, especially when he dropped his load over her tits.

Once he had finished, she began to show signs of waking up, so I told my uncle to leave.

We carried on with the web cam for a few more months, then my uncle met a woman he fell deeply for. She was very big on top, a little chubby with a belly to die for. I know that because I have the pictures he sent.

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After the incident I described in “The Innocent Young Intern”, there was a lot of sexual tension between Rachael and me. Her flirtations were virtually non-stop; she kept asking for a peek, or she would purposely rub against me or try to fondle my crotch. This was a predicament that I never expected to be in. She was lusting after me and I was very concerned that her influential father would make problems for me if he found out I was sexually intimate with his daughter.

A few weeks later Rachael and I were working in the laboratory together and we were having a prolonged debate over whether to throw some samples away. I predicted that the professor would want them saved, and she said that he wouldn’t. We decided to bet on his decision. The bet was that the loser would have to strip and stand naked in front of the other person for five minutes. I was so certain of the outcome that I would have bet the ranch. Sure enough, the decision was to refrigerate and save the samples.

Rachael turned 10 shades of red and acknowledged that she lost the wager, but there was never any discussion about when she would honor the bet. In fact, I told her that she didn’t have to do it. About two weeks later Rachael walked into my office with a sly smile on her face, shut the afyon escort door, and announced that she was prepared to comply with the terms of the bet.

She stood about five feet away and slowly unbuttoned and removed her sleeveless white linen blouse, revealing a very simple, white lace bra. Her breasts were small and the outline of her nipples could be seen through the thin fabric. Next she slowly undid her jean shorts, slid them over her shapely thighs, and let them fall to the floor. She was wearing skimpy panties that were cut high up her thighs and barely covered her pubic hair.

Rachael was stunning and surprisingly poised standing there half naked looking straight at me. She was about 5’2″, had long brown hair, weighed about 95 lbs, and had a figure I’d estimate to be 34B-24-35.

Next she undid and slipped off her bra to display small, firm freckled breasts with small, reddish-pink nipples. Without hesitating she slipped off her panties and let them fall to the floor. She didn’t have much pubic hair and I could clearly see the lips of her pussy. I was incredibly aroused and could not take my eyes off her.

Since she still had a couple of minutes to go, I told her to slowly turn around, which she did. aydın escort She had the most fantastic ass, which I wanted to cup in my hands. I then asked her to bend down and touch her toes, which gave me a nice view of her pussy.

To her credit, she modeled naked for the full five minutes and when her time was up, she casually put on her clothes, and said that it was my turn. Clearly, this was not part of the agreement, but I was well beyond the point of being able to control myself. I had a massive erection, which was uncomfortably bunched up in my jeans. Nevertheless, I resisted her pleading for a short while. Finally, I stood up and told her she could look, but insisted that she would have to do all the work.

Rachael came over and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out on the waistband of my underpants until my erect cock sprang free. She kind of gasped when she saw it and asked if it was okay if she touched it. She tentatively grasped a hold of it and gently ran her hand down its length to my balls. Then she slid her hand back up and caressed the swollen head of my cock between her fingers. Rachael continued to caress and stroke my hard on for another few minutes until a small droplet of precum came out of the ağrı escort top. This seemed to fascinate her and she slid the slippery liquid around on the head of my cock and between her fingers. After a few more minutes of playful fondling, Rachael said she was going to put it away, so I told her to kiss it goodbye, which she did with no hesitation.

From that day on Rachael often asked to look at and touch my penis when she and I were alone. The practice became so common and dangerous that I would flash her, even when other people might be around and catch us. Everyone perceived her as being such a young and innocent girl, but she was actually a confident, flirtatious, colorful, sexy woman.

For example, one day she waltzed in to my office and asked if I wanted to feel her hymen. She proceeded to lift he skirt, take down her panties and guide my finger in to her moist vagina. I must have spent two minutes probing around inside her with my finger. She would say, “There, did you feel that…there, how about that?” I’d nod and say, “I think so.” Actually, I don’t think I did, but I was enjoying myself immensely. As I said before, she was a fun person to be around. As you might suspect, it wasn’t long before we became even more intimate.

The first time we made love was equally spontaneous. Shortly after a lunchtime mutual grope in my office, she invited me into her father’s office where, we had sex leaning over her father’s desk. To this day I remember how beautifully our bodies fit as we hastily fulfilled our sexual destinies.

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I kissed my wife. My arms around her, hugging her body against mine. Nicole’s heels brought her up to just an inch or two shorter than me. She smelled of Chanel. She tasted of champagne. Her blue eyes sparkled, reflecting the flickering firelight.

We’d been at the club for a Christmas Eve dinner. It was full, nobody wants to cook the night before Christmas. Chef Tony had put on a sumptuous tasting menu, lots of small plates with different specialties to tempt us; Nicole had insisted on drinking only champagne.

“There’s only two ways to avoid a hangover. Don’t drink or only drink champagne!” She exclaimed early in the evening to the cheers of our tablemates. My wife had been at her effervescent, flirty, entertaining best loved by our friends male and female; although certainly hungered over by the guys in the group.

It was late but evidently we’d still arrived back earlier than Kris had expected. As we entered the room we found him dozing, stretched out in the antique Queen Anne armchair, feet up on the matching foot stool. A glass of brandy sat, half-consumed, on the painted captain’s chest alongside. The fireplace was lit, yellow and orange shadows bounced around the room. Nicole had assumed this was some surprise I had arranged.

“Oh you’re such a sweetheart!” My wife turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. As we kissed I looked over Nicole’s shoulder at Kris, under a mop of brown curly hair, his brown eyes were wide open, his mouth equally so, expressing his shock at seeing us there. He looked much trimmer and much younger than I had expected. Heck, I was pretty certain he was sporting some ripped abs under that white shirt.

“I, er…I should go.” Kris muttered, starting to get up. I waved to him the universal sign of a flat hand indicating that he should stay seated.

“No, çorum escort it’s okay. Don’t go.” I told him. “I’m thinking we owe you a gift or two.”

“But I have work to do.” Kris’s lack of movement contradicted his words.

Nicole looked at me, then at Kris, then again at me. “I’m confused.”

“No need to be confused sweetheart.” I told her as I raised a finger to her lips. “I think you’re going to enjoy this.”

Hands on Nicole’s shoulders, I turned her to face Kris directly. Standing behind her I looked at our seated friend and asked him “So what do you think?”

“Your wife?” He replied, slightly uncertain where this was going. “She’s gorgeous, but…”

I interrupted him “I know how hard you’re working. You deserve a break. Just enjoy for a moment.”

Nicole remained obediently quiet as I reached under her thick strawberry-blonde, shoulder length hair to find the clasp on the heavy triple string of pearls she was wearing. “Shhhh.” I whispered in her ear as I undid the necklace and lifted my arms over her head. My game-for-anything wife of 25 years nodded, standing otherwise completely still.

I moved my hands around the collar of my wife’s black velvet jacket to take hold of the lapel area and lift it upwards and backwards. The room was silent but for clinking of the jacket’s decorative chain and pearls that edged the smooth material.

Looking at Kris he hadn’t moved, his eyes fixed on Nicole. As I slid the jacket back and off to reveal my wife’s bare shoulders he swallowed. Nicole fidgeted slightly, straightening her body more upright. She inhaled sharply suddenly feeling my fingers on the zipper of her white Calvin Klein knee-length dress, then gasped at the grinding vibration traveling along her spine as I tugged denizli escort the slider downwards.

“What…what are you doing?” Nicole murmured.

“Shhh. It’s Christmas. Just unpacking something special.” I replied quietly, sliding my hands across her back and up over her shoulders, all the while underneath the dress. The law of gravity proved itself as Nicole’s dress settled like a small white cloud around her feet. Kris audibly gasped.

Stroking my hands across my wife’s shoulders and down her arms I felt her nervous goosebumps. Descending further I dropped to one knee and helped her step out of the dress; while there I ran my hands up Nicole’s silk covered legs and proceed to roll down her stockings. She placed a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she lifted first one foot then the other out of her shoes allowing me to roll off the stockings before she slipped her feet back into the black, patent leather heels.

“I uh…” Kris was clearly struggling but I again waived for him not to speak. The hardness in his lap was doing all the speaking for him and I wanted to make sure Nicole had noticed.

Standing, my hands resting on the ident of my wife’s curved waist, I kissed Nicole’s right shoulder. The black silkiness of her bra strap contrasting exquisitely with her freckled, pinkish skin. I spoke softly “Look down sweetheart. Look at the effect you’re having on him.” Another small gasp from my wife.

There was a soft snap at the release of Nicole’s bra clasp and she exhaled a shuddering breath as she felt the garment loosen around her chest; her arms automatically crossed her body. I nudged the shoulder straps off each side until they dangled gently around her biceps. Kissing the marks left by the shoulder straps I slid my hands düzce escort down my wife’s arms and around to cup her 36c breasts still covered with the black lace. Nicole nervously let her arms drop, a loud gulp emanated from her throat.

I looked at Kris as I pulled the bra away from Nicole’s body to reveal her magnificent orbs to him. His chin dropped slightly. His hand in his lap squeezed the, by now, even more obvious erection. Nicole trembled slightly. Kris moaned.

“Oh God.” Nicole uttered throatily as I slowly rolled the top of her black lace panties over her hips and glided them down her thighs. She parted her knees to let them fall and we once more did the balance dance as I dropped to one knee to help her step out of them. Kris moaned again, louder this time, as Nicole’s shaven pussy was now directly across from him at his eye level.

“She’s beautiful huh?” I looked at Kris, He nodded urgently.

I was standing behind my wife, my hands roaming across her lavish body, her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs; I found her hand and guided it between her legs. Nicole let out a whimper as I dragged her fingers over her own wetness.

“Show him.” I whispered.

Nicole almost bucked as she slipped a finger inside herself. I pressed my body against her back to help steady her in her heels; my hands caressing her. She could feel my own erection fighting hard with the material of my slacks.

“Ohhhh. Ngghh.” Nicole bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out. “Mmmmf.” Moving her hand faster, her eyes locked on Kris, her delicious body quivering, leaning against me, as her orgasm washed over her.

Kris gazed at my wife in wonderment. She turned, exceptionally and inexplicably coy, throwing her arms around my neck and wetly kissing me with the passionate urgency of an unrequited teenager.

“I so want to stay but I have to go. I still have so much to do tonight.” Kris’s words fractured the moment. We turned to see him grabbing the white-collared, scarlet jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

“Understandable.” I said. “See you next year?”

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