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My patients on Friday came in with their usual complaints, but eagerly anticipating tonight’s events, I found it easy to empathetically embrace each woman’s concern: screening for infections in a sex worker, sharing the joy with a first-time mother in hearing her baby’s heartbeat, providing birth control pills and comfort to a teenager in her grief over an unfaithful boyfriend.

At 6 PM, after my last patient had departed, and with my chart work completed, I returned home. I got the house ready, showered and dressed, took one last look around, then departed for the club and what was going to be the most unusual milonga evening of my life.

As was etiquette for an Argentine Tango milonga, I danced three dances with each tanguero, then, during the brief break before the next three-song set, marked by a short piece of music called a cortina, I cast my gaze about, locked eyes with another dancer, nodded, and waited his approach.

Seamus was one of my favored partners, but unlike previous nights where our movements matched perfectly, tonight’s first of three dances betrayed our nervousness. By the third song, though, we were on track, portending good things for our evening to come.

The milonga went on, but I had danced enough. I left first. Seamus had one more tanguera he wanted to dance with. He promised to follow shortly.

I drove home, still not believing my good fortune, wondering how and why the Universe had been so good again to Autumn Reynes, a recently single, almost fifty-year old woman.

Actually, I’m forty-nine, but that’s only my chronological age. Emotionally, I am somewhere in my late teens or early twenties, meaning that my moods are mostly controlled with an on/off switch, but I am forever intending to put in a rheostat.

Physically, I’m in my mid thirties. That’s because I’ve done all the right things for myself: I eat really well; work at a job that I generally love and don’t feel stressed by; regularly practice secular Buddhism; and–my true secret to youthfulness–I dance with abandon.

Which brings me to one of the great ironies in life. I’m spirited and attractive, I’ve been a good mother to our two children and a devoted wife to my husband, Finn, for twenty-nine years, and yet, three years ago, he walked out on me to be with another married woman who in turn walked out on her husband to be with him.

If you talk with Finn and get his version of our marriage, like a good journalist might do, you will find, like with all human relationships, there are complexities. Perhaps you might well appreciate his point of view. Maybe even like it better than mine. But no matter what you conclude, I still feel there was something very wrong in how this young-minded middle-aged woman was treated.

I did date someone a year after Finn left me, and while Liam could dance, he couldn’t cook, clean, or, worst of all, carry on an intimate conversation. After almost a year together, we broke up. Which made me think, what do I really want, anyway? With my kids grown and gone, and being completely on my own, with no one to answer to but myself, I am in a really enviable state. With one exception: I miss a sexual connection with a man.

Which in turn brings me to Seamus, another of those Irishmen I seemed destined to fall for. I met Seamus dancing. He was the perfect leader for me: tall, thin, relatively good looking, with a little gray in his beard and a trifle thinning in his scalp. But best of all (there’s a worst of all, too, unfortunately), he has this uncommon quality in a man of being able to converse sensitively with me about any subject. This I know because we had the opportunity to spend an afternoon together in my kitchen last fall making jalapeno jam, which we call “JJ.”

That’s the other thing I do well–garden and can. Without going into detail like most gardening fanatics do, I will spare you the litany of vegetables and fruits that I grow, and the bragging of how I either eat them fresh out of the ground and off the vine, bush, or tree or preserve everything for use throughout the winter like a Barbara Kingsolver locavore.

I will tell you, instead, that I gave a little jar of last year’s JJ to Seamus one summer’s night while we were dancing Salsa. Being the curious sort, he inquired as to how to make it, and I invited him over so that he could find out. (Or perhaps it was the other story I told him that piqued his interest more –of how Finn and I made JJ one year. I wore gloves to cut the jalapenos, but Finn did not, and later that afternoon, when we made love, I was hotter down there than I had ever been, and realized it was from Finn’s peppered touch. Not even his cream could soothe the burning, though! Maybe I should have taken that as a sign that he wasn’t able to care for me as I really needed him to.)

So, this past autumn, Seamus and I were standing side by side at the kitchen counter, the sun pouring in, how did Joni Mitchell say it, “like butterscotch,” slicing open the shiny green peppers, Kartal Escort extracting the seeds, and dicing them into little picante moieties for boiling in a broth of sugar and vinegar. As we worked, we talked. That’s when I found out the worst thing–he was married.

At dances, where we usually saw each other, we didn’t talk. We just danced and went home. But here in my kitchen, we did.

And in our conversation, he was completely frank about some of the conflicts he and his wife had had, which made it only natural for me to tell him about my marital saga.

With the heat of the stove and the fumes from the cooking peppers, it was logical for me to feel a little perspiration along my upper lip and forehead, maybe even in my axilla, but why, I wondered, were dew droplets also appearing in my nether regions.

And that’s when it occurred to me. Building relationships, new ones especially, are a lot like making JJ. You think you know what you’re doing. You have a recipe or a method that has brought you some measure of success in the past, and you follow it. But jalapenos are not always the same in size, color, or flavor. Same with the sweet bell peppers you cook with them. So you need to sample the pot while you’re boiling, for hotness, sweetness, and body, to decide if there’s a need to add more sugar or vinegar or peppers.

Similarly with men–and Seamus specifically. I had a fanciful notion come to me while making JJ. I was feeling an attraction for him. Maybe it was only an unconscious tugging back then. Perhaps it wasn’t a conscious desire until a week or so later, when, upon returning from work one evening, I found Seamus’ gift hanging in one of those plastic grocery bags by its handles on my back door.

I had mentioned to him on that JJ day that I had begun reading erotica (Why had I said that, to a relative stranger, I wondered afterward. How well was I sampling what was boiling in the pot?) I told him I wanted some well-written material, but there were obstacles. Because I lived in a small town, going to the local bookstore and buying erotica just wasn’t going to happen. Plus, I like to hold the book that I’m reading, not use an e-reader. And I wanted to support my local mom and pop store rather than ordering online.

To my shock and delight (maybe I was tasting my brew pretty well after all!), he had related his love of erotica, too, and offered to loan me some of his editions of Best Women’s Erotica, which he had been collecting since 2000, when it was first published. “This could be the start of a beautiful relationship,” I cheered as I opened the bag to count four BWE anthologies. And my fantasies about Seamus went wild.

In fairness, I have to add that in addition to being an impediment to some things, small towns can also be a single woman’s best friend. Certainly it was to this single woman–conniving a fling, which like most affairs, would likely go awry and potentially cause a lot of hurt feelings.

It turned out, a week after my present’s arrival, that my neighbors up the road, Dawn and Dan, who knew Seamus and his wife, Lillie, invited me to a party. So, I got to meet Lillie, too.

To my surprise, she was actually quite nice, easy to converse with, and not at all reluctant to voice an opinion on any subject. As we both worked in the healthcare field, in women’s health as a matter of fact, we had innumerable stories to share about women and birth control, women with weight out-of-control, shaving folliculitis, piercing problems, and eventually about sex–with men, because we were both happy being straight–and of course marriage, marital discord, devotion, dalliance, and divorce. She soon learned the details of my marriage and its dissolution, and I learned all about hers and Seamus’ and their past struggles with the three Cs: connection, communication, and commitment.

With that conversation, it became clear to me how heartless my initial impulse had been, while slicing and dicing jalapenos, to try to prove how unworthy a person Lillie was and how Seamus was much more suited to being in a relationship with me.

After meeting Lillie and finding a sisterhood between us, I had needed to revise my thinking quite a bit, and, rather than act in a bitter, vengeful way, doing to her what another woman had done to me, it was time to add some sugar to the pot.

Lillie and I seemed to have found out in a short time, how simpatico we might be. Just how so was something I wanted to more fully discover. And how my friendship would evolve with Seamus was completely uncertain as well. Building both relationships would take time, I knew, as I left the party that afternoon.

Getting to know Lillie better didn’t happen over a couple of chats. Like friendships that are solid, they grow slowly with dedicated time spent together, over months, sometimes even years. The party at Dan and Dawn’s had first introduced us to each other, but over the succeeding months, Lillie and I developed an intimacy Tuzla Escort and honesty that I had only rarely felt in the half-dozen or so women friends I had made over my lifetime.

Which meant I had two things to look forward to during each and every week: dancing with Seamus every Tuesday night, and dining with Lillie every Thursday, as Seamus worked those evenings and Lillie was therefore alone.

Ahh, dancing with Seamus. Being rather tall myself, and willowy, our bodies fit well into each other’s with the close embrace of the Tango. In fact, because Seamus kept his axis so perfectly weighted and his frame so solid, it was quite easy for me to maintain the connection, my chest against his, my breasts flattening against the ridge of what I could only imagine were the well-developed pectorals of a man working out.

It’s difficult to describe the sensation to someone who has never danced the Tango. Like all partner dances, your combined goal is to move as one. However, rather than executing patterned steps, one right after another, the leader leading and the follower following, in the Tango there is lead and follow for sure, but each movement is improvised based on one’s posture, one’s partner, the music, and the surrounding dancers. The leader invites the follower in a direction, places their weight on left or right foot, but allows them to take some liberties in exactly how they get to where the leader is directing them to go. In many ways, it is a perfect yin-yang form of dance, with a duality and a delicious freedom in the give and take.

Feeling Seamus’ right arm around my back and his chest’s warmth radiating through my front as we do back ochos, cicadas, volcadas, and crosses to wonderful traditional or contemporary music, is the most divine experience I can imagine. (Well, there might be something else just as divine, but I wasn’t currently experiencing it!)

So…full of affection for Seamus from the previous Tuesday, come Thursday, I either entertained Lillie at my house or we got together at hers. Over a meal we would talk lightly about our work-days, but eventually delve into the more personal and interesting, especially when the topic of Seamus was raised.

I clearly had an obsession with him, and whether Lillie sensed it or not, there were things about him I just had to find out. Or at least one thing specifically: I wanted to know what sex with Seamus was like–for him and Lillie, that is. After the party, I vowed I was not going to do something that might break up a marriage. But fantasies do no harm, after all. And learning about their physical intimacy was going to make it more fun for me to go to bed at night.

All right. Let the pepper brew simmer, I’d find myself saying. Turn the burner down. Despite my need, this was going to have to happen at Lillie’s pace, and so I had to temper my queries.

Which I had done. Although I have to confess that the Sancerre which I brought over to her house just last night might have improved the yield.

She was in a particularly jovial mood, things having gone well at work all week; she was off the next day, and had little reason to limit her intake of what turned out to be her favorite wine. After some light-hearted banter, I broached the subject of a personal concern, about a time when Finn had suggested a threesome with me and a woman friend of his. I had rejected Finn’s offer, and wondered if that was part of the reason that he grew disinterested in me and eventually left.

Although Lillie was quick to defend my decision, she admitted with a little flush of embarrassment, (or was it from her third glass of wine?) that Seamus had made a similar request a dozen years or so ago, and she had reluctantly agreed to trying it. With a simultaneous dread in my gut and quickening of my pulse, I asked Lillie to tell me more, and Lillie, relieved to be given the chance to at long last tell someone about it, spared me no detail.

“Her name was Jean,” she began, “a friend of Seamus’ from art school. A redhead–maybe a brunette who colored her hair, because her pubic hair–that which there was–was definitely brown. She was cute, but a little worn looking, wearing makeup to cover up the effects of too many years in the sun.

“She was a petite,” Lillie continued, “a couple of sizes smaller than I, but her breasts were larger. Her legs were shaved, her crotch, too, except for a little tuft on top. I was the opposite: no makeup, large eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle, full crop of axillary hair, and long, unruly pubes. Seamus says he likes the androgynous features about me.”

I couldn’t help but love Lillie, feeling comfortable enough to reveal to me these things about herself. Could I do the same? What would she think of me, shaving my armpits, waxing my eyebrows and legs, and still trimming my pubic hair, even though I had no man to titillate. Alas, I sighed. Maybe Lillie and I were more different than I had originally suspected.

“I told Seamus Anadolu Yakası Escort that I had agreed to this threesome once and only once,” Lillie forged ahead. “I felt the need to draw a line, else who knows how Seamus or Jean might interpret our menage for any future reunions.

“I knew I was going to have trouble relaxing that night, so I needed to smoke. Seamus had to acquire a little stash, which he had done, and the three of us got stoned after supper and just let things happen.”

I couldn’t believe how wet I was becoming. I had flatly turned down Finn’s request for a trio, yet I was hanging on every word of Lillie’s, sitting forward on my couch cushion, and finding this as real as Lillie had: two pairs of hands initially rubbing all over her, then one pair brushing her scalp hair, the other attempting to straighten her unruly pubes using, as styling gel, the wetness seeping from between her vulvar folds. Finding her clitoris in the process, Jean had teased it, then tickled it, bringing her to the brink, before gently backing off.

The three traded places, with new sets of hands or mouths finding the pleasures in the tautness of a nipple or the tumescence of a penis. Seamus sounded massive, the way the two women apparently leap-frogged with their mouths up and down his shaft, taking turns bringing him, too, to that precarious edge.

Finally, with Jean rolling Lillie’s nipples between her fingers and tonguing her mouth as deeply as Seamus was plunging into her vagina from behind, Lillie gasped in release as Seamus unloaded his milky treasure into her vault.

Still full of eros, Seamus turned his attention to Jean, took her womanhood into his mouth, brought her to pleasurable screams and shouts, then a prolonged period of heavy gasps and sighs.

Jean reciprocated by making sure that there was no drop of semen left unspoken for, licking it off Seamus limpness and then out of Lillie, which, combined with Seamus’ earlier priming penetration, brought Lillie to another really lively orgasm.

I was dizzy. My breaths were coming a little too quickly for me to hide my arousal. Nonverbally, I was telling Lillie too much. She took my hand, looked deeply into my eyes, and apologized for revealing all too many details.

Not able to contain myself, I blurted out, “I have never done anything even remotely close to that,” then sighed, “and I guess I never will.”

I let my eyes fall toward the floor, embarrassed to meet Lillie’s, after having confessed that my sexual life with Finn had been tame and tepid, by comparison–and implying, once again, that our divorce was on account of me lacking a sense of adventure.

Lillie read my mind. “Yeah, it may have been good that one little sliver of time. But the aftershocks, the problems for Seamus and I that followed. Initially, it wasn’t worth it. Our relationship suffered for many years. We can joke about it now, but we couldn’t back then.

“Whenever Seamus felt art sales weren’t going well, or his creativity was faltering, he would make the case for revving up his sexual energy, from where he felt his creativity flowed. He would get these outlandish ideas for new sexual escapades, which I would refuse to embrace, making him feel rejected and leaving me feeling unwilling, undaring, and sexually conservative.

“We’ve come a long way in our understanding of each other, in stretching toward each other, in going part way–and that has let us try some new things, without putting us on the precipice.”

“Did you ever have an experience like that again?” I asked in a faltering voice.

“No, not exactly,” she began, and in the next half hour she related more about their journey. Initially it was only Seamus’, but she later joined him, to explore the ancient eastern tradition of Tantra. Through the practice of High Sex, as Margot Anand referred to it, she and Seamus had gotten a lot closer, had become more intimate, and more willing to play with other ideas and notions.

“Neither of us are into having secretive affairs or in swinging,” Lillie continued, “but we were talking the other night…”

And what she then said completely blind-sided me. That’s not strong enough language. And it’s the wrong metaphor too. What Lillie offered to me was like not having to die to go to heaven. It was like the last scene in The Big Chill, where Sarah lets her best friend, Meg, who’s single, getting older, and trying to conceive, have her husband, Harold, for the night.

I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop hugging Lillie either. Sobbing, the grief of being left by my husband, which I hadn’t ever fully relinquished, poured out of me, into the lap of this woman who had made a most generous gift of kindness, who had risked her marriage in a threesome over a decade ago, and was now offering something that in my mind could be as risky, yet doing it for a love that I had never felt from another woman.

“I can’t accept,” I managed to say, after dozens of tissues were soaked through and Lillie’s poor shoulder wore the stain of my tears.

“We both want this, ” Lillie simply stated. “I do, and I know you do, too.”

She was pure goodness. I wanted to be like her. Secure. Confident. Generous. So full of love. And I will be, some day, I promised myself.

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We had a new girl start at work a few weeks back. Anne was, to put it mildly, very attractive. She was twenty with long hair (which is something I’ve always liked) and a very nice figure. Her face was a sight you wouldn’t want to miss as your life would be the poorer for it. Altogether one of nature’s superior creations.

She wasn’t in my section, unfortunately, but I still found occasion to meet her. (Daily if I could see my way clear to doing so.) I decided that this was a case where I’d be incredibly stupid not to chance my arm.

I happened to meet her in one of the back corridors one morning. We stopped by mutual agreement, just chatting in a friendly way. Finally I got to the point that I wanted to make.

“What I’d really like to do right now is to step into a private little room I know of, remove your panties, and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Interested?”

She blinked, slowly digesting this statement. Then she blushed.

“Mr Henshaw, how could you say something like that? I’m shocked. Truly shocked.”

“Uh-huh. And?” After all, she hadn’t answered the question.

“Have you any idea what HR would say if I repeated this conversation?”

“Um, yes. It would go something like this. Mr Henshaw, one of the women has complained that you made a sexual suggestion to her. You do know that sexual harassment is against company policy as well as illegal?

Yes, I’d reply, and I quite agree with that policy. I have to say that I’m shocked, no, embarrassed and appalled, that any of our staff would suggest such a thing where I’m concerned. I don’t want to know who complained as I consider that irrelevant. None of the women on our staff deserve to be treated with anything other than the utmost respect. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to have said but I assure you that whoever complained was mistaken. It’s possible that I phrased something in a suggestive manner without realising it and I will take the greatest care in the future to watch how I speak to the women.”

I smiled at Anne and winked. “I could continue that line of protesting my innocence and approving of what they’re doing to ensure that there’s no sexual harassment in the work place for a good fifteen minutes. By the time I finished they’d be congratulating me on doing my part to ensure that there’s peace and harmony in the office.”

“There was no innuendo in what you said. You flat out stated that you wanted to fuck me.”

“Well, yes, because I do. You haven’t given your answer yet.”

“Might I point out that you’re married?”

“You can but that’s irrelevant. You’re not. Ah, not wanting to nag or anything, but you haven’t answered the question.”

“What question?”

“Are you Bayan Eskort interested?”

She gave me an old fashioned look, one that gave me no clue as to what she would say.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked. “Apart from you,” she added quickly, apparently reading my naughty thoughts.

“Not quite sure what you’re getting at,” I admitted. (Yes I was. She wanted a bribe.)

“Let me put it this way. When my boyfriend wants to get into my pants he takes me out to dinner and a show or a few drinks. He won’t have any change from a fifty and even then he’s not on a sure thing. He has to take his chances and the dinner and drinks are his way of trying to load the odds in his favour.”

“Either that or get down on his knees and say please fifty or so times,” I suggested.

“Or that,” she admitted with a giggle.

“As I have no intention of taking you out for dinner and drinks, the wife, you understand, may I make another suggestion. I’ll pay you the fifty for the dinner and drinks and you can buy it yourself when you’re ready.”

“I see. And where would you suggest our little encounter take place?”

“Funny you should mention that?” I told her, reaching behind me to open an inconspicuous door. The door opened into a small room, about four feet per side. The only thing in the room was a solitary chair.

“What’s this room?” Anne asked, surprised.

I indicated she should enter and she did, the silly little lamb.

“This is what they call dead space,” I told her. “Rather careless of the architects to create it. All it can really be used for is storage or as an office for someone you want to encourage to leave the company. Currently it’s unused.”

“This is the private little room you mentioned?”

“It is. Lift up your dress.”

“Ah, why?” she asked, blushing a little.

“You know why. I’m going to remove your panties.”

“You mean here and now?” blushing even harder.

“Why not? Let me assist you.” I bent down and took the hem of her dress and lifted it high enough to expose her panties.

“Now just hold this while I attend to the panties.”

She was still blushing but she held her dress up. I proceeded to take hold of her panties and slowly lower them, taking them right down to her ankle.

“Now step out of them,” I told her. “There’s a good girl.”

She lifted her feet one at a time and I eased her panties past her shoes, dropping them onto the chair. I also very thoughtfully extracted a fifty from my wallet and placed it on the panties.

“Hands on the chair and lean over,” I said, turning her to face the chair. She did as she was told, exposing herself very nicely. I could tell at a glance that she was Anadolu Yakası Escort already slightly aroused by what she was doing. I suspected that the fact that she was doing something that she shouldn’t somewhere she shouldn’t was what was getting her worked up.

I took it slowly to start with. She might be slightly aroused but she was also slightly nervous. Who knew if rushing her would give her second thoughts and make her back off? Not me, so why take chances?

I ran my hands over her bottom, stroking her. Back and forth, nice and easy, at the same time having my hands move closer and closer to the vulva. Then instead of covering her vulva my hands slipped to either side, stroking her inner thighs. As a side note I have to admit that I have quite a bit of hair on my hands. The fact that that hair was tickling her vulva while I stroked her thighs was completely incidental to what I was doing. (Although she did seem to make an odd noise while it happened.)

Down along the inside of her legs I stroked, stopping at her knees and moving back up. Anne had shuffled her feet slightly further apart, giving me room to play. This time when my hands approached her vulva one of them actually closed over it, giving it a slight squeeze.

All the time I was doing this I was also talking softly, little compliments on the texture and softness of her skin, how smooth her curves were, laying it on thickly but with a gentle touch, sensing that she was lapping it up. A girl does like to feel that she’s appreciated.

I continued to gently rub her vulva, feeling her getting hotter, wetter, more tense. My hand caressed her bottom again, and I rubbed the edge of my hand along the cleft in her buttocks. I don’t think she really noticed when I replaced the edge of my hand with my erection. It probably felt the same to her, one hand caressing her while the other pressed against her buttocks. When my free hand started massaging her vulva again she probably got a bit of a shock.

I could practically hear her working it out. A hand is stoking my bottom. Another is pressed between my buttocks. His third hand is holding me down there. Ding, ding, ding. He’s only got two hands. She gave a gasp and jerked a little as it registered, but didn’t say anything.

I switched things around. My erection went between her legs, pressing upwards along her slit. She had to know what it was as both my hands were back to rubbing her bottom. She made a funny little sound, as though she had said something while keeping her mouth closed.

Time for things to progress. I eased her lips apart, moving my erection so that the head was pressing firmly against her. Then I started pushing in.

“Push Pendik Escort to meet me,” I suggested, and was slightly surprised at how fast she went along with that suggestion. She gave another little gasp and flexed her hips, driving herself firmly onto me. Quite happy for things to continue in this vein I pressed even harder, sheathing myself firmly in her tender flesh.

I figured that a gentle movement would be all that was required for the start and Anne seemed quite happy to go along with that. I just slid gently in and out with her moving in time to my gentle thrusts. Even while I was doing this I was pulling her blouse loose, letting my hands slide up inside to unclip her bra. From there it was a small matter to move my hands around to capture her breasts.

I started more compliments flowing about her beautiful breasts, how soft and shapely they were and how wonderful they felt under my touch. I added how sensitive when I saw how she reacted when I tweaked her nipples.

The trouble was that we were at work so I couldn’t take as long as I wanted to truly enjoy this encounter. This doesn’t mean that I wasn’t enjoying it, just that I wouldn’t be able to prolong things for as long as I’d like. I started moving a little faster, treasuring the feel of her heated flesh rasping against me, my cock seeming to swell and thicken the more we moved.

The way Anne was responding and pushing to meet me it was obvious that she was a hundred percent behind what we were doing, giving her all and expecting the same from me. I had no complaints, simply picking up the pace a little more.

When you’re in a state of great excitement it’s hard not to rush towards completion. This applied to Anne as well as me, and we were now putting considerable effort into what we were doing.

“Um, Anne, if you start screaming we’re both going to be toast,” I gently reminded her as she started to become a little vocal.

Her next squeal came through tightly closed lips and subsequent to that she clamped a hand tightly across her mouth. Not wanting her to have to wait too long for a little relief I upped the stakes and drove in as hard and fast as I could.

If left to herself she’d have screamed loud and long as she climaxed, shuddering with the force of it. Thank god for that muffling hand. I have to admit I gave out a bit of a groan as I finally spent myself within her.

“That, you, were quite amazing,” I told her. “I knew you would be but you surpassed expectations.”

“Not bad,” she said with a smile, damning me with faint praise. “You do realise it was a one-off?”

“Unfortunately, yes, I do. I’m married, after all. Too bad, so sad.”

“Uh-huh. Too bad, so sad,” she agreed with a giggle.

With that she slipped away and I followed. It was an interesting interlude but it was fortunate that she worked in a different section. Having that living, breathing, goad to temptation, in the same section would have been beyond frustrating.

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DISCLAIMERS:

– All characters in this story are 18+ including those in high school or just graduating

CHAPTER 4. Locker Room Talk

Zoe becomes a lifeguard.

The start of summer was weird for Zoe.

The reality that her high school career was officially over hadn’t sunk in. Probably because she had the exact same plans as she always does: working her ass off and saving up for tuition. She still hadn’t committed to a school – hell, she still couldn’t afford school. The chances of her deferring for a year were starting to look more than likely.

And then her summer really fell apart when her shifts were cut by over half.

“You should quit,” Grant shrugs, pulling his baseball cap down over his eyes.

They two friends lie on his family’s trampoline, the humidity and sun making it difficult to do much else besides sprawl out and complain about the heat.

“You hated it there anyway.”

“Yeah but the money was really good,” Zoe grumbles, mourning her regulars and their generous tips. “Plus, I got free food.”

“Yeah, but they took you off weekends. How many fucking people go to Applebees on a Monday?”

“Thanks Grant, that’s super helpful.” Zoe snaps. She covers her face with her hands and releases a slow breath. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be a bitch.”

Forget college, how is she going to afford gas money? Her phone bill?

“You’re good,” Grant says.

And then he sits up abruptly, the trampoline bobbing wildly.

“Dude-!”

“Wanna work with me this summer?”

—

Okay, Grant came in clutch with Zoe’s new summer job.

$15 an hour. All just to watch some pilates moms and rich kids splash around the glossy, shiny pool of Brighton Shores Golf Club. Or, the BS Club, as Grant liked to call it.

Nevertheless, Zoe was extremely grateful she’d certified to become a lifeguard with him in the winter.

“Are you gettin’ excited?”

Eric, the enthusiastic, clipboard-carrying, polo-wearing manager of the pool had just finished showing Zoe around the facilities. Which really are gorgeous. So much so that it’s hard for Zoe not to resent every patron there. Talk about a different tax bracket.

The pool deck is made up of carefully placed stones – not concrete. The pool itself is shaped like an off-kilter U, with lounge chairs lining both the perimeter of the pool and the peninsula of deck in the middle. A lap pool takes up one side of the U, marked with lane dividers, a recreational pool area takes up the other. There’s even a little grotto with fountains on the rec side of the pool.

Two guard stands overlook both sides. Zoe can see Grant working, the rescue tube draped across his knees. He twirls his lanyard with a whistle around one hand and catches her eye, shooting her a thumbs-up.

At the other guard stand is a gorgeous college-aged looking girl. She looks middle eastern, maybe, and stands just a few inches taller than Zoe. But she’s leaner with perkier tits and longer legs, gracefully crossed at the ankle. Zoe kind of hates her for it.

The girl’s glossy black hair is done in two french braids and she has thick, Vogue-ish eyebrows threaded to perfection. Whether it’s the small details – like her perfect manicure, Ray Bans or the assortment of rings on her fingers – or her nonchalant body language, she emanates that laid back coolness that Zoe could never quite master.

Before Zoe realizes that she’s staring, the girl catches her staring. Zoe tries to avert her gaze but is a second too late. The guard’s gaze flickers over to Grant, who’s still shooting her a thumbs up and a goofy grin. Zoe swears the other girl rolls her eyes.

$15 an hour.

“So excited,” Zoe responds to Eric. “Woo!”

So she’s a kiss ass. Sue her.

“Remember, you’ll rotate stands routinely to avoid fatigue or too much sun,” Eric explains. “Thirty minutes on, fifteen walking the pool, fifteen assisting with concessions. You can do whatever you need to do, so long as you’re not working the pool deck.”

Eric hands Zoe a whistle and a red hip pack, emblazoned with a white cross. Zoe buckles it around her hips.

“Oh, and remember to hydrate.” Eric says pointedly. “You can’t save others without taking care of yourself first. Capiche?”

“Yes sir,” she salutes. Eric smiles and instructs her to shadow each role in the rotation before her first official shift tomorrow.

Zoe takes a deep breath. The easiest thing to do would be visiting Grant. But the closest shift to shadow is the girl who’d rolled her eyes. Ever the people pleaser, Zoe heads her way, determined to win whoever this girl is over.

“Hi…?” Zoe says in her friendliest tone, cautiously approaching.

“Hey.”

Ice queen doesn’t avert her gaze from the pool. Okay. Maybe she’s just really responsible?

“Um, I’m Zoe. I’m new. But starting tomorrow.”

The girl nods.

“I’m supposed to shadow-“

“It’s İstanbul Escort really not that serious,” she interrupts, her tone equal parts amused and annoyed.

O-kay.

“Ohmygod, hey you!”

Zoe slumps as the two turn to look where the voice came from. The college girl’s face instantly lights up, the pool forgotten about now. She shoves the tube into Zoe’s hands and finally makes eye contact with her.

“You can watch the pool for a sec, right?” Her eyes dare Zoe to say ‘no.’

Zoe just nods.

And then Zoe’s left hanging, watching her new coworker rush over to hug a pretty redhead entering the pool area from inside the club. Their excited chatter grows distant as they walk toward the clubhouse. Zoe grips the guard tube and tries not to feel insulted. When over twenty minutes have gone by and she still hasn’t returned, Zoe beckons Grant over, restless.

“Marissa disappear again?” he asks, leaning against the stand.

“Is that what it’s called?” Zoe can’t hide the snappiness in her voice.

Grant laughs.

“Be nice,” he pokes her with his guard tube. “She’s not…that bad.”

“Until you feed her after midnight.”

—

Zoe tugs at her guard suit and adjusts her ponytail in the locker room mirror.

She pads back over to her locker and rummages through her backpack for her keys, flinching at the sudden clang of the heavy locker room door slamming into the wall.

“I’m not kidding, my shift literally starts in ten minutes.”

Zoe freezes.

It’s Marissa.

Even though they’ve worked with each other a few times now, Zoe’s first impression of her new colleague hasn’t really changed. She’s still cold, standoffish and frankly, kind of a bitch.

Zoe gasped from her post on stand, the sudden sensation of ice cold water running down her neck and back making her jolt. She swiveled around in her seat-

“What the hell?”

“Time to rotate.” Marissa grinned, her lifeguard tube in one hand and the sports water bottle that just doused Zoe in the other. She took a sip of her water and lifted her eyebrows, looking at Zoe impatiently.

Zoe dug her nails into her tube and hopped off stand, resisting every urge not to push her coworker into the pool.

“You know next time, a ‘hey’ would work just fine.”

Marissa shrugged, climbing onto the stand. “Thought you’d wanna cool off. Take a joke, newbie.”

“Are you serious-?”

“Marissa!”

Zoe bit her tongue and adjusted her attitude at the sight of a patron approaching. He was a well dressed older man, with pressed slacks and a Ralph Lauren polo. And while the right clothes and vibe can make anyone good looking, this man was objectively hot. Like, daytime TV hot. With salt and pepper hair, a rich tan and smoldering dark eyes, Zoe was sufficiently intimidated.

He was probably mid to late 40s and he kind of reminded Zoe of her friends’ dads; some of whom she’s had crushes on before. But this man was like…a man. He had an abundance of that quiet confidence that career men seem to have – way different from Erika’s approachably cute and dorky, barbecue-obsessed dad.

“Mr. Arison, hi.” Marissa’s voice was suddenly saccharine. “How’s the course treating you today?”

“Only got around to nine holes,” The man hooked his hands in his pockets, still not having noticed Zoe. She took the moment to quietly admire the neat shadow of stubble decorating his jawline. “The wife beckons, you know how it is.”

Marissa laughed and the unfamiliar sound was almost alarming. “Dinner party?”

“Date night,” the man – Mr. Arison – replied. “You know, Paige says she’s real excited for your trip to…where was it? Chicago?”

“Yes sir,” Marissa nodded. Zoe tried not to look surprised when her coworker turned to face her, bringing Zoe into the conversation. “His daughter Paige and I go to Eastern together.”

Mr. Arison’s eyes slid over to Zoe and she smiled nervously, ignoring the way his gaze raked over her body, clad in her club-mandated one piece. It’s plain and red with a high cut that showed off her full hips and small waist. Zoe knew she looked good – she’d shamelessly taken many a thirst trap for her Snapchat stories – but now she found herself crossing her arms, self consciously.

“Robert Arison,”

“Hi. Zoe.” She shook his hand, ignoring the thrill it gave her, and gave Marissa a nervous side glance.

“Um, I’m gonna rotate,” Zoe said, almost asking permission of the older girl, before picking up her tube and water bottle. Zoe couldn’t walk away fast enough. As she retreated, she could hear the two continue talking, somewhat hushed.

“Were you just talking to Robert Arison?” Grant asked Zoe, the second she was within earshot of his stand.

“Yeah. Who is he?”

“He’s on the Board,” Grant filled her in. “Marissa’s friends with his family.”

“Ah, nepotism.” Zoe mused. “Maybe that’s why she’s allowed Anadolu Yakası Escort to be such a bitch.”

As Marissa’s voice grows closer, Zoe instinctively ducks into the nearby supply closet. Dramatic? Maybe. But Zoe’s too tired for their usual back and forth. Marissa’s an acquired taste. And Zoe has an unrefined palate.

She leans against the dark wall, perched on a heavy bucket of pool shock. She peers out of the thin window panel beside the closet door, expecting to see Marissa grabbing some sunscreen or water and making a hasty exit. She’d just said her shift was starting soon.

So, Zoe rests her chin in her hand and taps her foot impatiently. After a few seconds, she peers back out of the window to see if Marissa’s gone yet. Instead, she sees Marissa with someone.

With Mr. Arison?

Weird.

Zoe scrunches her eyebrows. The locker room is staff only. And definitely girls only.

Okay. Well, maybe Marissa has something of his daughter’s? They’re family friends, right? Or maybe he has something Board related to discuss that couldn’t wait. Maybe she’s getting fired! That might make sense-

Marissa drops to her knees in front of Mr. Arison.

Zoe clasps a hand over her mouth, concealing what was sure to be an audible gasp.

Or maybe Marissa is literally about to suck off one of their bosses. One of their married bosses.

Zoe freezes in place, very aware that this is not something she should be witnessing. She finally has the good sense to jerk back from the window, her heart pounding.

How long have they been fucking? She’s friends with his daughter for crying out loud.

Zoe looks around the room like it’ll give her answers, completely at a loss of what to do. Somehow, she feels like she’s the one doing something wrong. Fuck. Why couldn’t she have just stayed out there like a normal fucking person?

She’d gladly take a little snarky small talk over knowing about an affair any day.

God. And she’d almost had a crush on the older man.

Should she tell anyone? She doesn’t even know the Arisons. Plus, she’d have to fess up to how she knows they’re fucking, which isn’t a great look either. I swear I’m not a peeping tom, council!

Even worse – would anyone believe her? Could she lose her job?

After a long moment of silence passes, Zoe grows pretty fond of the idea that it’s all in her head. A trick of the light. Maybe Marissa was like, tying her shoe. Zoe steels herself before sneaking another look out of the window.

Shit.

Sure enough, her coworker’s back is to Zoe, telltale braids bobbing up and down in front of Mr. Arison, his dress pants bunched around his thighs. Below him, Marissa’s ass swells around the V of her red swimsuit, which is riding up so high that Baywatch seems modest in comparison.

The older man wraps strong fingers around the base of Marissa’s braids, holding her head close, his own tipping back against the lockers. Zoe listens to him groan, the sound muffled through the door. Zoe swears she’s seen this exact scene before – young, slender slut on her knees for an older man. Granted, it’s usually on her phone screen in the darkness of her room with a hand between her legs.

Zoe can hear the gluck gluck glucks of Marissa taking his cock down her throat, the sloppy sounds of her slurps echoing through the locker room.

Now, Marissa’s cooler and older and hot – of course it makes sense that she’d know her way around a blowjob. Even so, Zoe can’t help her surprise. Marissa always seemed so…uptight.

As Zoe can’t tear her eyes away, she tries to blame her intrigue on shock value. But when Marissa’s fingers travel between her legs, nudging visibly wet, sticky spandex to the side, Zoe knows the real reason she’s watching.

It’s so fucking hot.

Zoe doesn’t dare move from her perch on top of the bucket of chemicals, but she does inch her legs closer together – squeezing tight.

Marissa’s fingers are moving in large, sloppy circles around her cunt. Zoe’s hypnotized by the filmy sex coating Marissa’s manicured fingertips, spreading shiny wetness around sensitive, exposed folds. From her coworker’s tight, and clearly aroused, sex to the cock in her mouth, there’s a lot for Zoe to take in.

And then Marissa starts moaning around Mr. Arison’s dick, swollen lips gliding with spit dribbling down her chin. Zoe can only imagine the “fuck me” eyes the older man is getting at that moment.

“My shift starts soon,” Marissa says softly. “Maybe I should leave you like this.”

Zoe watches her coworker swallow Mr. Arison’s shaft, trailing thick globs of saliva with every head bob. Her delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, jerking him slowly, until he’s slick to the balls.

At that, the older man yanks Marissa to her feet.

“You love being a brat.” Mr. Arison grins, roughly grabbing fistfuls of her coworker’s full ass. He sits on the Kartal Escort edge of one of the locker room benches, coaxing Marissa until she straddles him, hovering over his cock. Zoe watches as he shoves her swimsuit further to the side, letting his dick rest and slide over her wet cunt.

“Ohmygod,” Marissa shudders, hips twitching at the frictionless contact. “Come on daddy,”

Zoe’s eyes widen. She can feel her pussy throb and telltale warmth spreads between her legs.

“You have five minutes.” Marissa practically whimpers.

She’s small and lithe in his lap, grinding against Mr. Arison’s impressive and aching cock. She sucks at his ear and grips broad shoulders, before using one hand to tug the front of her swimsuit down, exposing supple, perky tits. They swell over the top of her guard suit, squeezed together by the tight fabric.

“Please daddy? Make your little girl cum.”

Without warning, Mr. Arison lines up his cock and slides into Marissa’s slick, willing cunt.

The college-aged girl lets out a pornographic whine, her pussy sinking down onto their boss’ thick shaft, precum and cream oozing down his cock. Zoe watches Marissa’s legs twitch as Mr. Arison pushes her hips down, forcing more of his dick into her glistening pussy, stretching to take every inch of fat cock.

“Christ, you’re tighter than I remember.”

Fuck it.

Zoe tugs her swimsuit to the side and lets her fingers slide against her sensitive clit.

She watches Mr. Arison’s hands wrap around Marissa’s petite waist. His movements are gentle at first, but desperation clearly takes over as he starts bouncing her sopping cunt relentlessly up and down his length.

“Uuuh…..ah!” Marissa’s head tips back, teary-eyed with drool leaking from her lips. Certainly not the poised, know-it-all Zoe’s used to. This Marissa is a shameless sex doll.

“Ahhhhh!” she squeals. Zoe watches her coworker’s pussy, stuffed full of angry pent up cock. Her ass bulges around the thin fabric of her swimsuit, bunched up to the side, rippling from the hard, pounding thrusts fucking the air from her lungs. “Unnnh….! Fu-uck…more, please…unhh, uhh-“

Marissa moans desperately, keening with every lewd slap of balls against her ass.

“Big,” she pants. “You’re so fucking…bi-ig…ungh!”

She ruts and writhes in Mr. Arison’s lap, gravity pinning her down on his pistoning cock. Marissa claws at his back and bites his shoulder over his shirt, pathetically hanging on as her body is utterly used.

“Aaaaahhhhh! Fuuu……hhhhhck, ohmygod…!”

Zoe’s fingers speed up, pressing harder and circling her clit faster. She covers her mouth with one hand, breathless, as the pleasure builds.

“Plea-hease…unnnhh!” Marissa whines, her usual bitchiness now purely lewd, submissive and cock starved. “Please…..come…..close, I-I’m close…!”

And as Zoe feels arousal gush over her fingers, she watches Marissa come undone.

With a shrill scream, muffled against Mr. Arison’s chest, Marissa shudders wildly – her pussy still stuffed full of cock, flexing and pulsing inside her. She’s practically shaking, her moans wobbling as Mr. Arison lets out a labored grunt.

“Unnnghh….ohh, fuck…” Marissa cries, straining to milk Mr. Arison’s dick with her used, sensitive pussy. Mr. Arison’s hands squeeze her ass as he pumps his cock inside her – once, twice more, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open. Shiny, thick cream drips down Marissa’s folds and she pulls off with an obscene schlick!

Marissa hums happily, sliding her cunt along Mr. Arison’s shaft as the two kiss, open-mouthed. Zoe marvels at how satisfied the two look – not a hint of remorse or fear of getting caught. Just hazy, half-lidded lust. At least, until Marissa’s gaze drifts to one of the analog clocks on the wall.

She groans and dismounts the older man, apathetic to the cum glazing her pussy. Marissa readjusts her swimsuit and swings open a locker door, rummaging around.

“Fuck, you made me late.”

“Does it matter?” Mr. Arison sighs, doing his pants back up. “You know, you could always quit. I’ve already told you I’d help pay for your trip,”

His hands find her waist again and he tugs her closer, pressing a soft kiss against Marissa’s neck.

“Nooo,” Marissa nudges him playfully. “Paige would be all over me. Why’d you quit? How are you affording your share of gas? Yada yada.”

She pats him on the cheek playfully. “Text me?”

And like nothing out of the ordinary just happened, her coworker leaves.

Zoe watches Mr. Arison adjust his rumpled clothes and flatten his hair down in one of the full-length mirrors along the wall. Only when she hears him head for the exit does Zoe dare to stand up, legs shaky.

Still reeling from her orgasm and the sheer insanity of her situation, Zoe opens the closet door and pads quietly over to her locker – her backpack still untouched from when her shift ended minutes ago. She quickly checks her phone.

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Caitlin initially had no intention of cheating on her boyfriend. One thing just led to another and it sort of happened.

In high school she and Martin had been social outcasts. They were both fairly nerdy, preferring to quote and even to act out scenes from goofy movies over discussing fashion and hair or sports and cars. It was the mid 1990s and the new craze of collectible card games was beginning to take over from dice and paper role playing games, both of which were enjoyed by the group with whom the couple shared their lunch times.

It certainly did not help Caitlin’s standing very much that she was the only girl in that group of six, so a lot of other girls at school looked down on her, and that she was a late bloomer physically, so few guys gave her even a first look. Caitlin wore eyeglasses though Martin did not–the lenses were not thick but where wide and round and she was frequently teased for wearing “teacher glasses”.

But when Caitlin did finally start to grow into a woman physically in their senior year, the transformation was spectacular. In the span of about eight months she went from being a skinny girl with a toothy grin and thin lips, a flat chest with puffy nipples and no ass to speak of into a five foot six inch walking bedroom wall poster with full luscious lips and rocking a body with C cup breasts, a very nice set of hips and a firm, round ass.

But intellectually and emotionally Caitlin was still into science fiction, steampunk and goofy movies. She never let her body, nor the looks she now got from guys who wanted her and girls who despised her for drawing their boyfriend’s attention, overshadow the person she was. She stayed true to Martin because, well, why wouldn’t she? What they had was deeply meaningful; they shared so many interests, frequently finished each other’s sentences and, although he was clearly happy to get to make out with such a hottie, he had always been good to her even before she blossomed.

Their relationship took a bit of a hit when they got accepted at different universities more than a hundred miles apart. They spent as much of summer together as they could and made plans to go home for every major holiday and spend that time together. They also decided to keep up their relationship over the phone in between holidays.

Things went well for the first trimester, though they quickly realized that long distance phone calls were expensive and so agreed to trade off being the one to make the call each week.

Caitlin missed Martin terribly in between holiday breaks which always seemed too far apart. Her roommate in the dormitory was usually out most nights getting drunk or going to concerts, and Caitlin eventually worked up the courage to ask Martin to have phone sex with her. It was a way to spice up their relationship and it also gave her a reason to masturbate. She was a knock out babe who received many propositions from guys and she always had to turn them down. She needed to release sexual tension without being with her boyfriend, so toying herself while talking to him on the phone was the next best thing.

But it took a few weeks before Martin felt comfortable with the idea, and by that time they were both home for the Thanksgiving holiday and they had real, physical sex. After returning to their respective schools they began having phone sex at least once a week.

Going into her second trimester of college, Caitlin got teamed up in a lab class with a guy she knew of from high school named Sam. Sam had handsome, rugged good looks with broad shoulders and toned muscles. He stood about six feet tall and had dark brown hair with gray eyes. He had been a staple of their high school football and basketball teams, which both went to state championships during their junior year, and he usually had his pick of girls who wasted no time in stepping in to replace whomever he had grown bored of dating.

Sam often bullied Martin for being a nerd with a stick figure girlfriend. Of course, when Caitlin grew and grew during those eight months, she became an object of Sam’s desire. She was certain that he wanted to bed her for being so stunning to look at yet she also suspected that his frequent, often lewd, advances made in front of Martin were just an attempt to humiliate her boyfriend further. Caitlin turned down Sam at every turn, even getting in a verbal burn or two in front of Sam’s friends which often got them ribbing him for striking out.

To run into him again around six months after graduating high school, and to be paired up with him for an entire trimester while she was feeling distant and disconnected from her boyfriend, was cruel fate.

He recognized her immediately on entering the class, and though they could technically partner with anyone from the class for their lab work, she was still too meek to approach anyone, and Sam locked on target right for her, keeping her busy until everyone else had found their partner. He was all that was İstanbul Escort left and so she was stuck with him.

“Caitlin French”, Sam mused. “The one who got away.”

“The one with a brain in her head,” Caitlin replied.

“You still with… was it Nate? You know, you can do so much better. You got it going on, girl!”

“It’s Martin and yes we are still dating.” She didn’t know why she then added, “I’m going to marry him.” It was probably true, but why did she blurt it out?

Sam made a bit of a show of looking around. “Where is he?”

Caitlin stopped herself just short of saying that Martin was out of state attending a better college, as she realized that would be putting herself down. She was in no way dissatisfied with her choice of college. It was the best school she could afford and they offered the major course of study she wanted. “He’s… away, at another school.”

“Tsk. He didn’t love you enough to come to the same school as you. That’s a shame.”

The teasing continued that way for two weeks, with lecture twice a week and labs in between days. Then Sam began to change his tactic with her. He told her he could really use her help with their homework because the material was just too far out there for him to wrap his head around. He seemed genuine enough, and he didn’t have any of his old friends around to show off for, so she agreed to help him study. He still kept commenting on Martin’s absence, and more than a few times she caught Sam studying her body when he should have studying the text book, but if he was playing for sympathy he was doing a good job of making it appear that he needed her help. She also reasoned that since he probably spent very little time studying throughout high school he probably was a bit in over his head in college.

One afternoon they were just chatting while walking out of class and kind of just kept walking aimlessly until they reached her dorm. She didn’t really think anything of it–it was a coed dorm and for all she knew he lived in one of the other wings or on another floor, but they chatted all the way to her room. She didn’t invite him in, and he didn’t barge in per se, but he saw the shelf above her desk which was full of steampunk gear which she had built in her free time. He asked, “What the hell is all that stuff?” and strode into the room to inspect and poke at it.

“It’s steampunk!” she said with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. Then she added more somberly, “It’s just a hobby. I build stuff.”

“Out of brass and… is this real leather? And what’s with all the little gears? Half of them are just stuck on, they don’t turn and aren’t connected.”

“It’s just fun! It’s goofy.”

He looked her square in the eyes, crinkling up his forehead, and asked, “Do you want to live your life just being goofy? Don’t you want more?”

She was mulling over her response when the phone, which her roommate had provided and whose cord just barely stretched from the jack beside their dorm room door along the wall to the edge of Caitlin’s desk at the head of her bed, rang. Glancing at her 1970’s era flip clock also on her desk, she remembered that it was Martin’s week to call her for their phone sex.

“Oh, Sam, I have to take this. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” She wanted to wait until he was gone before answering, but he was still taking his time fiddling with her handmade steampunk items. She did not want to miss the call as long distance was pricey and she wouldn’t want to need to call Martin back–that was the main reason they switched turns making the call. After the third ring she lifted the receiver, a tad too quickly, and the phone base tumbled off the desk and hit the floor with a clang. “Oh god!” she cried, kneeling to retrieve it. She asked several times in a hurried voice whether Martin was still there and was relieved that he was.

As she began to stand, a hand slapped across her butt. She yelped, bounced upright and lost her hold on the phone’s base. It clanged on the hard floor again. Her eyeglasses lurched upward and came down almost at the end of her nose, very nearly dropping off her face and to the hard floor as well. She turned her head and snarled at Sam then knelt again to retrieve the phone, asking again for confirmation that Martin was still on the line.

“Yeah, I am, but what was all that? Did you drop the phone or something?”

“Yes, sorry. You remember I told you the cord only barely reaches my desk.”

This time as Caitlin stood, rather than slapping her butt Sam cupped both of her cheeks in his large, muscular hands.

“Oop!” a startled Caitlin cried but managed to keep her hold on the phone. She turned to snarl again at the jock and he planted a kiss on her lips.

Then Sam called out loud, “Hey, nice ass.” Still gripping her butt cheeks, he gave them a jiggle.

Martin heard and asked, “Who is that talking? And what does he mean?”

Caitlin tried to sound chipper and carefree while replying, “Oh, just some dork who lives in the dorm who thinks he’s Escort Bayan funnier than he is. He saw me bend over to pick up the phone.” Then motioning angrily toward the door for Sam’s sake she said, “I’m about to shut my door so we can talk in private.”

Sam leaned in close to Caitlin’s ear and whispered, but loudly, “Oh I love you baby. You make me so horny. Let’s talk in private.”

Martin again asked who was with Caitlin.

“Like I said, some dork from the dorm who thinks he’s funny. He’s not. He is leaving now.” She motioned once more toward the door with the hand which was holding the base of the phone while simultaneously putting the side of her foot on Sam’s ass to goad him in that direction. He did leave, but turned to make one last smoochy face at her, and she used her foot to push the door closed in his face.

Once he was out, she fumbled with the door lock, still holding one part of the corded phone in each hand, then flicked off the single overhead light in the room. It was dark now save for her roommate’s computer monitor with the colorful flying toasters screensaver which ran constantly when she was not using it for school work.

Caitlin removed her over-sized round eyeglasses and set them on her desk, then sat herself down on the foot of her bed, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder while quickly stripping out of her clothes. Once nude, she laid back on the bed, lifted her knees and spread her legs and began to rub and then to finger her moist pussy while her distant boyfriend told her over the phone what he wanted to be doing with her.

Caitlin was getting pretty into it, wriggling her hips and moaning encouragement to Martin, with her eyes closed and her head turned sideways while she imagined him suckling her tits and sliding three fingers in and out of her pussy. She heard a click and the groan of an old door hinge. She raised her head and her eyelids snapped open. Evidently she had not quite managed to lock the door after all, and a figure now stood in the open doorway with light from the hall outside streaming around them making an ominous silhouette. By the stature and build, she knew that it must be Sam, though the light behind him dazzled her eyes and without her glasses he was out of focus.

He let out a long, low whistle before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. Caitlin was stunned at his sudden reappearance. She lay there for a moment, motionless and speechless, spreadeagled on the bed with her fingers in her furry slit while he looked her up and down. He whispered so that only she could hear, “Damn girl, you really have got it going on.” He licked his lips, though she could scarcely have detected that in the dim monitor light. He came to the foot of her bed, got down on his knees, moved his hands under her butt and pulled her right to the edge of the mattress, then lowered his face into her crotch and began to lick her labia.

Over the phone Martin noticed that Caitlin’s encouragement had trailed off and he asked whether she was still there. Still in shock at the hunky stud between her thighs lapping up her pussy juice, she numbly replied, “Uh huh”. Then she quickly added, “Sorry, I just…” Sam’s tongue grazed over her already sensitive clit, “…ohhhh goddd”

Sam went from licking all around the outer edges of her slit and swiping his tongue back and forth on her clitoris to plunging his tongue into her vaginal canal. She could feel his meaty tongue slithering deep inside and was surprised by the length of it as it probed her depths. Her head rolled back and she let out a shuddering whimper.

Here she was, an eighteen, almost nineteen, year old college freshman who until about a year earlier had been on nobody’s “must fuck” list and she was being talked dirty to by her long-term but geographically distant boyfriend while another guy–the bully and tormentor of them both during high school–ate her out. Martin took her moaning and whimpering as a sign he was doing incredibly well at describing how he wanted to be fucking her and got back to his narrative. For her part, Caitlin made no effort to push away Sam and also gave no indication to Martin that she was not alone in her dorm room. That naughtiness of secretly cheating was arousing her more than she had ever been aroused. Martin was alright in bed, but of course he was her first and thus far only lover so she had no frame of reference for a comparison. But this… this was turning her on enormously.

As Caitlin felt her own passion rise, and as she believed that she was nearing climax, she encouraged Martin to talk extra dirty to her. He did so and she lay there allowing herself to breath more rapidly and to paw at her bed sheets with her one free hand. Her voice suddenly rose about an octave over the course of the sentence as she cried out, “Oh fuck yes that feels so good!” She shuddered and groaned loudly–so loudly that she became self-conscious that her neighbors in the dorm might have heard her. She bit down on the side of her hand and convulsed Eskort with Sam’s hands still squeezing her butt and his tongue still buried inside her.

She thanked Martin for the call, told him she was exhausted and ready to go to sleep and they hung up. She lay there in the darkness and cold shivering while Sam stood up. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being dragged down. “Yes” was all she said, and Sam mounted her and began to screw her brains out while groping her big tits. She felt inch after inch of his cock slide inside her pussy. After what she guessed was six inches, she figured she must have lost count, or that he pulled back out and pushed back in. He kept going and she felt the head of his cock–thick and round, maybe the size of a racquetball, maybe slightly less–pressing deeper inside her than anything had ever been before.

Then he for sure pulled out and pressed back in, and she certainly felt more than six inches, more than seven and just possibly more than eight inches push back inside her, then about halfway out before plunging in again. He picked up speed and thrust into her deep and fast, quickly relieving his own built-up tension and blasting a load of thick, hot semen into her womb. He bent over and kissed her on the lips; she tasted her own juices on his lips, as she had done previously on her own fingers. Then he left and she lay in the darkness wondering what the hell she was going to do now.

* * *

Caitlin skipped the class which she shared with Sam the following Tuesday. She was angry with him for creating the situation and angry with herself for allowing him to bed her just because she was already horny and it seemed like a quick way to get relief. When she did return to class and had to deal with his presence, he seemed unaffected, like it was something which happens every day–which, she reasoned, probably was true for a guy like him. After class he walked out with her, much like before, and she attempted to intellectualize her displeasure with him. She found, very much to her surprise, that he had an answer for nearly every point which she made. He was no expert orator, but his responses were straightforward and sound, including the fact that if she had not wanted to have sex with him, she could have said no, could have told him to stop, could have shouted for help since there was a dorm wing full of students just beyond her door, but that she instead made no effort to resist and then encouraged him to continue. This truth made her even more angry with herself, and she dug in her position but soon realized that she was arguing from a position of relative weakness.

They had been walking and talking with no stated destination and before she realized it Caitlin found that they were back at her door. Sam leaned with one elbow against the wall and his head supported by his hand, and asked point blank whether she wanted to do him again or just play with herself in loneliness.

“You are an ass,” she told him.

He gave her backside a look and replied, “And you’ve got a fine ass.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Who is like three hundred miles away and you won’t see him again for like three months. College is about trying new things and testing yourself. How do you know whether you truly love him if you don’t see what else is out there? Allow yourself to be a woman, let yourself be loved, and if you still want to be with Marty then you know it’s real.”

“I don’t have time for this tonight. Goodbye Sam,” Caitlin said before turning her key in the door lock.

Sam’s tone was teasing and dripping with innuendo when he asked, “Oh, are you talking with him again tonight?” Caitlin did not reply but she paused halfway through the doorway. “You are. And you’re okay with just laying there alone in the dark using your fingers to get off?”

Caitlin entered her room and pushed the door closed behind her. She turned and made sure to engage the lock. She stood there for about a minute controlling her breathing, then she silently counted to ten, unlocked the door and pulled it open. Sam was leaning with his back against the wall across from her door with his hands in his jeans pockets. She left the door open as she turned and walked to the center of her room, stopping only briefly to turn on her radio, then she began to pull off her shirt over her head.

Either she or her roommate had left their curtains open, though the crank-open windows were closed, and with it being dark outside but bright inside, the windows acted as a mirror as she watched herself with him looking in over her shoulder. She unbuttoned her knee-length flowing skirt, unwrapped it around her waist and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stood now in only her baby pink plain cotton bra and black satin panties, pink socks and sneakers. She struggled to maintain control of her breathing and heart rate. The next move was his. Would he be a gentleman and leave or be a slimeball and enter her room?

“A slimeball, naturally,” she said quietly while watching him push himself off of the far wall with both elbows, reach up to sweep back his hair and then step across the hall and through her open doorway. Caitlin turned her head sideways so she could just watch Sam in her peripheral vision. Aloud she commanded, “Lock the door.”

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The message read:

– – I will be home just after 6. You will be dressed in your white lingerie, blindfolded and I want you handcuffed to the bed. You can do that unaided. I have a surprise for you.

– Any hints?

– – Just do as you are told

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I showered and shaved, paying attention to her favourite areas. Once showered I moisturised and got the required lingerie laid out on the bed. I was totally unaware that she had invited a friend to join us.

She had been discussing our sex life with her best friend and had encountered a touch of scepticism, she had decided to demonstrate my total trust, and quite possibly a touch of dominance.

At 6 on the dot I lay down on our marital bed and placed the handcuffs where I could reach them, one final glance over my body to check everything was acceptable.

White lace panties, check.

Balcony corset, check.

Smooth legs covered in white hold ups, check.

Now for the blindfold and to click the handcuffs in place. I heard the door opening and clicked the handcuffs. The anticipation was straining my white lace panties.

The sounds of bags being dropped, outdoor coats being hung up and the unmistakable sound of shoes being kicked off had me holding my breath. Feet on the stairs were hardly noticeable but the odd creak of the odd stair was a dead giveaway.

As the bedroom door opened I heard the catch of breath. Then I heard the click of a phone camera app. Unconcerned, I smiled and relaxed.

“Oh wow!” I heard, but from whom? Certainly not my wife.

“Yellow!”

The blindfold was instantly lifted.

There stood my wife and her friend, the friend was agog! The friend was also very attractive.

“Not cool” I said “let me loose and pass me that phone!”

“Please let me explain” she asked looking truly scared.

“Delete any pics and I will listen!” There was barely controlled fury in my voice.

They made a display of holding the phone in front of me and deleting two pics.

“Now empty the deleted items folder” I growled.

This done, I allowed the explanation to begin.

“She didn’t believe we had such a high level of trust, I was just showing her how deep our love and trust was.”

“By humiliating me?” The disbelief was inescapable.

The friend asked to speak, I nodded my consent.

“I’ve never been so shocked, impressed and frankly turned on in my life, with permission from you both I’d like to help make it up to you.”

We looked at each other, the fear and fury made the atmosphere electric.

I asked the friend to step outside the bedroom.

“This is a huge step you are suggesting!”

“I’m sorry but not sorry” she said “please let us make it right “.

“What were you thinking would happen?”

“Exactly what is about to happen, if you agree” she said quietly.

She sat beside me stroking my now less than noticeable erection, there was interest there but a great deal of worry at the moment.

Leaning forward she whispered “her pussy tastes so sweet!”

“How the fuck do you know?”

“From way before we met” she said with a naughty smile.

I admit I took an absolute age to make my mind up.

“Ok, but don’t leave me out!” My smile was a very nervous one.

“Give us a few minutes to get ready” she said as she hurried over to the TV and put one of my favourite porn DVDs on.

She replaced the restraints and then rushed out slamming the bedroom door behind her.

A few minutes were enough for me to watch the lesbian porn they had enjoyed so much together. I had once played the part of a lesbian and had delivered multiple orgasms for her, I had thoroughly enjoyed the gender role change.

The door opened to a sight that actually made me drool.

They Escort İstanbul had taken thirty minutes to get ready and it was worth it. My wife was dressed in black versions of my outfit but her friend had squeezed into the leather underwear I had bought for my wife earlier in the year. She was roughly the same size as my wife but her breasts had quite a job to stay in the leather basque.

“Sorry to be so long but we had to make sure we were both very clean” my wife smiled suggestively.

“I said don’t leave me out!”

Pure disappointment emanated from me.

“All we did was wash each other” pouted the friend “she wouldn’t allow anything else.”

“Lie back and enjoy this” his wife breathed “stop us at any time you want.”

The women kissed, tentatively at first but then with a familiarity and hunger that was so very arousing. Hands stroked bodies with so much gentleness it was erotic beyond measure. They kissed for a long, long time. They didn’t seem to want it to end, to be honest neither did I. To my relief they kept on kissing but their hands began to explore more of each other’s bodies. A finger inside the leg of panties, legs moved to allow easy access. The one thing that pleased me so much was the eye contact between my wife and I, it was almost constant when her eyes were open.

They turned to me in a move that could have been synchronised and moved either side of me on the bed. I was barely able to contain myself and the handcuffs bit into my wrists, adding a touch of spice to my lust. My wife placed her fingers in my mouth and allowed me to experience the taste for her friend’s pussy. “Told you so” she whispered.

Four hands then roamed my body as they kissed above me.

“Who would have thought a man in lingerie was such a turn on!” The friend’s eyes greedily took in the body before her as my wife lowered her head to lick the cock protruding from the lacy edge of my panties.

“Oh I would” she smiled then continued licking.

“Can I sit on his face?” Her friend asked.

“I am still here” I managed to gasp as my wife took the skin of my cock in her teeth and bit down. She then shook her head which was quite effective.

“Yes you may” answered my wife “and you, shush” she ordered me.

My arms were pinned by two nylon clad knees and I was face to face with a bare, hairless pussy, when had she removed the leather panties?

She leaned into me until my tongue was able to reach her very wet vagina lips and I made the most of the access. My years of experience of licking my wife came to play as I gorged on the pussy before me, delving deep at times and paying more than enough attention to her clit. Being ordered to shush was a total waste of time as I couldn’t have spoken if I’d tried.

As I was licking I felt my wife release my cock from her mouth and slide down on it, her arms encircled her friend and she played with her nipples.

“Oh fuck!”

The orgasm shuddered through the friend as she almost smothered me by pushing harder against my mouth.

“I take it all back, he is as good as you said” she gasped.

I was being slowly, very slowly, ridden by my wife and didn’t know what I wanted next, it was far too early for me to cum and she knew it.

“Show me what he did,” she instructed her friend who lay beside us breathing heavily and licking her lips.

My wife knelt on her and pinned her arms with her nylon clad knees. I looked into my wife’s eyes and she was being licked by another woman and I couldn’t move!

“Yes, he does it just like that, no not too soon, now is good, there yes, oh there is good too…” She was commentating on her friend’s performance. When the orgasm hit her she dug her nails into my chest and whispered my name.

Not once during İstanbul Escort Bayan our sex life has my wife been satisfied with one orgasm, not once!

I was far from surprised when she sat on me and offered her pussy. I was eager to prove a point, a cunnilingus point and decided to simply enjoy what was happening. I felt a mouth seek out my hard cock and slurp away with enthusiasm.

“He tastes of you, this is like a double scoop!”

I was so interested in the pussy before him that I was almost taken by surprise and came too early. Pushing the friend back I redoubled my licking efforts. Then I felt my panties being pushed aside and a finger, a well lubed finger, being pushed into my bum hole and a hand started stroking my cock.

“Mmmmph” my groan reverberated through her pussy and produced some extra moisture.

“Oh he does like that, you were right” I could almost hear her smile!

“Do you have any toys?”

His wife directed her to our goodie bag and returned to enjoying my tongue.

“Ooh!” Squealed the friend as she rummaged around the bag.

At that point my wife’s second orgasm arrived, shortly followed by a few more as there was only one point of concentration.

Flopping to the side my wife smiled that post orgasm smile that he loves so much.

“Ah ha!”

The friend disturbed the look that passed between us as she brandished a lifelike vibrating dildo.

“That’s nothing” said his wife “look under the bed!”

After a brief rummage the prize of a strap on was held aloft like a trophy.

“I’ve never even seen one of these, can I try?” The eagerness was almost juvenile.

“On whom?” Asked the wife naughtily. I could see the possibilities running through her friend’s mind.

“You first” said my wife applying lubrication to my arse as the friend slipped into the harness. Passing the bottle over she instructed the friend to lubricate the strap on.

The pleasure with which she spread the lube on was almost indecent. She stroked and fondled, added more then stroked some more.

“Kneel up, darling,” my wife said.

“What does this do?” Asked the friend as she started the strap on vibrating. “Oh shit, that’s good!”

“He needs to be prepared,” said his wife, “you can’t just slam that in!”

“Wanna bet?” Said the friend, she was soon put right by my wife, “I will punish you later for that” she said with a steely glare.

On my hands and knees I had a succession of different sized items introduced into my bum preparing for the entrance of the bigger one. In an effort to atone for her eagerness the friend slid under me and took my cock in her mouth. It did help!

My wife left a butt plug in me as she said, “I want to do a test run” as she lay down and beckoned to her friend.

“Release me, now!” I demanded and was quickly released.

My wife was once again kissing her friend as she was preparing to enter her with the strap on. Hands caressing backs, gripping butts and nails scratching gave me a perfect view of everything that was happening. Then she slid into my wife!

I was entranced by the sight and was moving closer to see better when the idea of licking her clit occurred to me, so I moved close still. I was enjoying her reaction when she grabbed my hair and pulled me away, “fuck his mouth” she gasped. The shock was swift as was the reaction as she pulled out of my wife and hit the target first time.

I was disturbed by the action and really did try to engage but it didn’t last long as the thrusting was far too over enthusiastic.

“He’s upset it’s not a real one” said the friend as she re entered and I returned to clit licking.

“Oh he’s done that” cooed his wife as she reached for his cock. I hadn’t but why spoil a good story!

My Anadolu Yakası Escort wife then decided it was time and choreographed the next stage. She lay under me in a 69 position and helped to remove the butt plug, add extra lube and guide the girl cock in place.

“Take it nice and easy, that’s a good size for anyone” she cautioned as she began to suck me as the pegging began. It was a natural reaction for me to bury my face in her pussy which took my mind off what was happening to my backside, which was painful and lacking sympathy. Then suddenly it wasn’t! I had relaxed into it and was on the end of an anal pounding and a 69.

“Don’t you dare cum” my wife demanded as she squeezed my cock “there’s only one place you are doing that!”

More choreography had me on my back as my wife lowered herself on me and the friend resumed her pegging.

“I’m not going to last long” I groaned as the onslaught continued. I came very quickly as my wife ground into me and reached a very intense orgasm herself. She quickly moved to sit astride my face and demanded further orgasms. Delving into her pussy I tasted their mixture and revelled in the pleasure I was giving, I really like doing it. The pegging had stopped and the friend was sucking me with almost as much pleasure.

“I want orgasms” demanded the friend as she cleansed the strap-on and handed it to the wife. Barely able to function I rolled aside and watched my wife fit the harness to herself and begin to lasciviously apply lube.

“You don’t need lube, I’m soaking wet!”

“It’s not going there,” said my beautiful wife with an evil smile as she added lube to her friend’s arse. “We are going to bring his cock back to life and you are getting the fucking of your life!”

“Plus I owe you one for threatening my man, you get to experience what you suggested” she almost whispered the promise of retribution, as husband and wife we had shared a lot, nobody was going to threaten that.

They both worked on me, stripping me, sponging me down and coaxing me back to an impressive erection. She loved looking at my erect penis, she said it gave her a sense of power and pride. Watching another woman sucking me was an astonishing sight.

“Arse first or pussy?”

A look of shock was replaced by intrigue and lust.

“Arse I think, but be gentle I’m not sure I can take it!”

“Wanna bet?” My wife answered, reminding her of her earlier lack of sympathy.

She straddled me and bent forward lying flat against my body with my wife lubing her up from behind.

“Oh good grief ” she gasped as the strap-on entered her bum hole. She bit my chest, marking me but we were all beyond caring.

A slow steady rhythm steadily introduced more of the length as my wife pegged a woman for the first time.

“Put your cock in me” groaned the friend as she responded to the movement from behind. Her pussy was swimming in a combination of her juices and lubricant. I managed to slide in and felt the fake cock against mine.

“Just hold it there, please don’t move,” the friend pleaded, “I’m so full.”

I didn’t mind at all, the feeling was mind blowing. A loud slap punctuated the sounds of heavy breathing and the sensually erotic sounds of lubricant and a tight fit.

“Bitches don’t threaten my man, violence really is the answer sometimes!”

The red hand mark on the friend’s arse had three more added. A loud animalistic scream heralded the friend’s orgasm. As the orgasm rocked her body the two cocks found a rhythm that rolled it on and on and was enhanced by me thrusting hard and exploding inside her. We fell apart with many liquid sounds and gasps of pleasure and pain.

“To ease your pain I’m going to lick you to orgasm and and clean his cum from you,” my wife said as she knelt between her friend’s legs and used her old skills.

She lay beside me and kissed me deeply before allowing her friend to lie on the other side and give me a deep tongue kiss also. Hands roamed and stroked and scratched us all into a blissful, well fucked sleep

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I’d always had a lower back pain and tension through my lower back, quads and inner thighs. I’d never really allowed anyone to provide me a treatment but over and over I would get recommended an masseuse who apparently is amazing and can help relieve the tension. I’m dubious, I’ve never been to see anyone for my issues but the pain gets so unbearable at times, so I thought I’d give it a try.

On my way to my appointment, I was a little apprehensive as to what he would do or whether his treatments would work but I thought he has been highly recommended so let’s just give it a try.

The rain was so bad that day and traffic was heavy, I was already angry and frustrated on the way to my appointment. Having got to the clinic, I was drenched with the weather, pissed off and now my back was hurting. I really needed a good release.

I knocked on the door and not knowing who or what to expect. A young man answered the door, quite a handsome man, smartly dressed, quite muscly and very polite. He invited me in and helped take my coat off and hang it up. I was instantly calm as he just had such a calming aura. The clinic was an old style, brickwork with a musky smell. All the blinds were shut, soft lightnings and quite cosy.

We sat down at his desk and he asked me lots of questions, I couldn’t stop looking at him, he was charmingly handsome. As he wrote down what I was telling him, I couldn’t help but notice his hands, big biceps, strong big chest and shoulders. I could tell he worked out, he had a strong gaze and a nice smile. I could smell his aftershave, mixed with body odour and it was quite sexy. I couldn’t take my eyes off. Why couldn’t I stop starring at him?

As soon as our initial consultation was complete, he asked me to undress and get on to the treatment table. I felt a little nervous getting undressed but could that have been because I felt a little attracted to him?

I slipped off my jeans and took off my top, I was wearing a red bra and tight fitting red thongs. I quickly ran over to the table and lay on my front covering myself with a towel. He asked if I was ready, to which I replied ‘mmm yes’.

I thought to myself why did I moan ‘mmmm’ what the fuck was that about.

He came over to the table and started to put some oil my back, he asked if he could undo my bra, to which I replied of course. He tipped some hot oil on my back and began to massage me. I could feel tingling through my body and a slight shudder. He’s hands felt so soft gliding all over my back and neck. As he continued, I couldn’t help let out a little soft moan. Why did this feel so good?

He continued to massage me, down to my lower back, it was a little painful but felt so good, I couldn’t help arch my back, I almost just wanted him to grab a hold of my butt and caress it. I couldn’t believe I was thinking like this.

We started to talk a little bit about each other. I told him I was married but going through a rough patch with my husband. I told İstanbul Escort him that things had just changed now and I felt there was no spark there anymore. He told me he was happily married. Why did I feel so pissed off to hear this.

At this point he was now massaging my upper legs and inner thighs. Why the fuck did this feel so good. His soft hand was sliding up and down my inner thigh, I could feel his fingertips glide my thong and it was sending electric shocks through my body. Could it have been because this is the closest anyone has got to me in a long time.

We kept talking and he kept massaging. He asked to turn on my back and as I did that, my bra that he had undone, fell off, leaving my big tits on show. I could see him just starring at them and then he passed me my bra, which I just placed on top of them. He kept looking at them, it may have been because my bra was see through and you could quite clearly make out my big hard nipples, that were erect because of his touch.

As he continued to massage me, he was doing my arm, and my hand just happened to graze his bulging package. He flinched and moved back. It felt big, but why was he so hard. Knowing that made me a little moist. My masseuse has a boner and keeps starring at my big tits. I felt flattered and a little turned on.

I told him to go down and massage my quads as they had been feeling quite tight. I wanted to see how he would react seeing my see through thong resting on my shaven pussy. As he slowly went down and rubbed my quads, he was just starring at my pussy, perhaps it was on show a little bit, who knows but he had a face full of lust. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

As he continued to massage my thighs and inner thighs, I was letting out small moans, he’s hands felt so so good rubbing me. I was thinking how good it would they feel if they were rubbing my clit or nipples. These thoughts were really turning me on and I just wanted to feel him on me.

I just couldnt help myself and grabbed his hand and placed it on top of my thong on my pussy and held it there. He tried to move and said what are you doing. I told him it’s okay, it’s what I want, to which he replied it isn’t what he wants. Just then I sat up and said, ‘why are you so fucking hard then?’ And I grabbed his cock on top of his joggers. He moved my hand away and moved back. I got up and followed him to his desk and asked him again, why are you so fucking hard. He didn’t know what to say.

Why did I want him so fucking bad. Why did I want to feel him inside me so fucking badly. I took my bra off and got his hand and placed it on my tits. He was grabbing them hard and feeling my nipples. As he did that I put my hand inside his joggers and boxers to grab his big bulging cock. Man, his cock was so hard and big. I could feel his wetness on his shaft. The harder I grabbed his cock, the harder he grabbed my tits. Just then he stopped and pushed me back and said we cant continue.

I Bayan Escort moved forward, closer to him as he sat on his desk, I grabbed his head and kissed his lips. He was trying to move back but I knew he wanted it. I leaned my body more into his body so my tits were touching his chest. I kissed him harder and shoved my tongue inside his mouth. He let out a soft moan. I was turning my tongue round and round in his mouth harder and harder. Just then, he grabbed my head and shoved his tongue inside my mouth. Oh man it felt so fucking good. He was shoving his fucking tongue into my mouth, I could taste him, he was fucking turning me on so much. He was so rough and it was sexy.

As we stood there snogging, I again put my hand in his boxers, this time he allowed it and let out soft groans as I played with his manhood. He was moaning each time I was wanking his big cock. Up and down, first slowly then speeding up a little big. He was moaning in my mouth. He pulled down his joggers and boxers as I began to wank him faster. Just then in one swift move, he grabbed my head and pushed me down on to his cock. His big fat cock entered my mouth, oh man he tastes so fucking good. It was a sweaty cock, I could taste a little piss too, but it was so fucking tasty. He grabbed my head and was shoving it up and down on his big knob making me gag. He was saying ‘suck me you dirty slut’ which was making me even more turned on and led me to suck him faster and faster. I could feel his shaft hitting the back of my throat. Tears were running down my face, I was gagging and choking but he kept shoving me up and down. He was riding my throat and it felt so fucking good. Before I knew it and could stop, I felt a big load of warm salty spunk in my throat and as he was cuming he let out a big moan and pushed my head down deeper and made me fucking swallow. It was so fucking hot. He’s milky salty spunk was leaking out my mouth and he was shoving it back in my mouth with his fingers as his cock just sat in my throat. He emptied himself all out in my mouth.

He pulled me back up and snogged me again and then whispered in my ear, u fucking dirty slut. Daddy’s going to fuck you now you hoe.

He was driving me crazy and making more soaking in my thong.

He put my tits in his mouth and was sucking my nipples hard. He took me back to the treatment table and lay me on it. He started getting so rough and ripped my thongs off and shoved them in my mouth.

He opened my legs wide and shoved his face on to my cunt. He was saying “oh, has Daddy made you wet.” He started to lick up and down my pussy lips and slurping up that wet wet juice. He sucked my clit so fucking hard as he put 3 fingers inside me and finger fucked me. He was finger banging me so hard and shoved a forth finger in and said “You got a loose pussy baby, u been fucking lots of guys I see”. He was back on my clit sucking and licking it as he fingered me with 4 fingers and stroked my asshole with his Eskort other hand. Omg, this felt amazing. He started rimming my asshole with one finger as he continued to eat pussy. Before I knew it, he was fingering my ass too. This guy was driving me crazy and he was about to make me orgasm. He fingered both holes faster and faster and continued to suck my clit and just then I let out a big moan and climaxed. It felt so fucking good, my whole body shock with the effect and it felt so relieving.

As he looked up at me, he chuckled and said ‘we haven’t finished yet’.

He dragged me off the table and bent me over his desk, he slapped my ass cheeks and dropped to his knees to lick between my pussy hole and ass hole. Fuck man this guy was driving me nuts. How the fuck could I possibly want more but my both holes were wanting him. He licked in and out my pussy, swallowing all my juices and licked in and out my asshole. Man this guy is so good with his fucking tongue. He stood back up behind me, poking me with his cock and asked ‘which hole first baby?’.. I moaned out loud saying any fucking hole, just fuck me you prick.

He stretched open my asshole and shoved his big fat knob inside, stretching out my asshole. Omg he felt so good and tight inside my dirty ass. He pushed my head down on the desk and forced his cock in and out my ass, getting faster and harder on each thrust. He was fucking me like a dirty hoe. Pushing my head into the desk and banging my dirty ass as he had 2 fingers inside my cunt. He was finger fucking me so hard as he fucked my ass. He was going to make me cum and explode on his fingers. We were both moaning out so fucking loud as he fucked my ass. His body was shuddering with each thrust. I knew he need to release another salty load inside me. I needed to release my load too on his fingers and told him I needed to cum.

Just then he shoved his big fat cock inside my dirty cunt. He thrust that knob in and out of my pussy, going deeper with each push. He was calling me ‘Daddy’s dirty hoe’ which was turning me on even more. He wanted me to call him Daddy, so I started shouting ‘fuck me Daddy, fuck me harder’ as he was thrusting in and out faster and faster he was going to make me cum, oh man I wanted to let a big fucking load. I said again, ‘fuck ur hoe daddy, fuck me harder and faster’ just then he got deeper and deeper, pulling my hair and grabbing me throat, he cried out ‘I’m cuming, I’m cuming’ and at the same time I’m shouting, I’m cuming Daddy. I’m cuming, and we both released a big fucking load whilst moaning. He cummed so deep in my dirty cunt, whilst I cumed all over his big hard cock. Oh man, that felt so so fucking good. As he removed his cock from out of my cunt, it was just covered in our cum and I asked if could clean it up, before he even answer, I dropped to my knees and suck off all our cum. Fuck. It tasted so fucking good.

He pulled up his boxers and joggers and passed me my bra.

I smiled at him and asked to book in for a follow up in 3 days, which he smirked at.

Man, I though, no wonder he is highly recommended. No one has treated my pussyhole, mouth and ass that good in sometime. Guess all my tensions were because I needed a good fucking.

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Previously on Part 1: Nearly ten years ago, Liz was in desperate need of affection and indulged with her husbands best friend, Phillip. Her husband never knew, but the marriage ended anyway. Now, she finds her self at a party and seeing Phillip for the first time in years.

That’s What Friends Are For, Chapter 2: Last Chance for Love

Ten years ago, Liz Conway cheated on her husband. Her now ex-husband, but the cheating wasn’t what caused the breakup. Not exactly anyway. It certainly didn’t help her happiness level in the aftermath. She had an affair, a one night stand with her husband’s best friend, and the sex had been excellent. Best she’d ever had; but it had also only been a one time thing.

From that moment on she had stayed away from Phillip McKenzie as much as she possibly could. At first it had been tough. The memories of their intensely erotic sex had flashed through her mind for weeks afterwards. Even now, if she thought about it she smiled and felt her cheeks flush at how crazy the whole thing had been.

Liz and her ex-husband David had held a party at their house. David went to bed early after drinking far too much and somehow she and Phillip were left by themselves after having engaged in pretty outrageous flirting all evening. Things had gotten out of hand and eventually she had found herself bent over her own table, in her own backyard, in full view of anyone who might have been around to look; bent over a table naked completely naked and being by Phillip from behind with everything he had to give her.

Now, she shook her head. She couldn’t believe she’d done that. Drunk or not, desperate for sex or not, upset with her alcoholic husband, even still; really no excuse for that kind of reckless behavior. Right there outside, in her own backyard, bent over and moaning about the huge dick plowing into her, and on top of that she still had cum in her mouth from when she’d given Phillip a blow job a few minutes before.

Outrageous is what it was. Completely outrageous. She’d begged for him to cum inside her in that backyard, and he had, flooding her body with sperm. She’d literally said to him, “I want it all, deep inside me.” To another man, outside where anyone could see, spy satellites, nosy neighbors, whoever. And then, just like that, they’d gotten dressed and he’d left. They knew they were trapped. She married, and he having just given everything he’d had to his best friends wife. They couldn’t continue.

Liz had stayed with David. She believed they could make it work. He went through periods of rehab, was sober for weeks, or months, even at one point two straight years. During that two year period she honestly thought things had changed. He was better at home, better at work, their love making was regular, if not vigorous. She started thinking now would be the right time for a baby.

She’d stayed with him for a total of 6 years after her one night stand. She’d been married to David for over a decade at that point, and then it happened again. He started drinking, worse than ever. He lost his job, became violent with her and that was it. She lost it, couldn’t put up with it anymore. She was through. One night she walked out the door and never came back, divorcing David.

She had been fed up at the time. She felt like in some ways she had wasted a decade of her life. Some of it had been good, a lot of it had been bad, and now here she was nearly 39 years old, the cold reality of 40 staring her in the face and she felt like her prime years had been blown up. Like a parking garage that had been blown up by a demolition team, just a space where some alcoholic jerk had parked for over ten years and then obliterated.

She’d dated some, had a couple relationships that lasted a few months and a few very short trysts. Trouble was most of the guys she was meeting were younger guys not really interested in anything long term, they just wanted to mess around. Which was fine, it had been fun. But as a 39 year old, trying to find a man who might maybe, possibly, want to start a family with her was… pretty slim pickings. It wasn’t getting any easier. When her divorce had been finalized she was 35 and her friends assured her she could easily start over.

Now, things were looking bleak. Most guys interested in a family in her age range either already had one, or two depending on their divorce status, or they were younger than her and looking for a younger woman their age to start a family with.

But now, here she was, being flooded with memories of Phillip. She felt feverish as she remembered what his young, muscular body had felt like on top of her, his massive dick plunging into her over and over and his mouth sucking on her tits. Here, now, these memories were rushing over her because Phillip was standing no more than 20 feet away from her for the first time in years. It felt like a lifetime had passed in some ways. While in other ways her mind seemed to recall in perfect clarity how big his dick had looked. Eight inches? Maybe? She’d Pendik Escort been so drunk at the time and so well fucked she wasn’t sure her perceptions could be trusted. But, when she kneeled in front of him and began kissing it, sucking it, and admiring it, it had seemed truly massive. Phillip had been huge. Huge to look at, huge to have in her mouth, and definitely huge to have inside her.

She wasn’t sure why he was here after all this time. For now, she was doing her best to stay away from him until she regained control of her emotions. She was making small talk with a couple, Jenny and DeShawn over the chips and beer, chatting about the weather. The weather, how was she supposed to be thinking about the weather when her hormones were raging.

“Yea yea, the weather has been crazy, luckily Steve is having a good night for his party,” Liz said. Steve’s party, her mind began to work on the puzzle. Why was Phillip here at Steve’s party? Phillip had gone to high school with David, but Steve hadn’t, and he had never been friends with David either.

She had only met Steve herself maybe a year before her divorce. She knew Steve was a marketing director for a local branch of a big advertising agency. Phillip, she believed, worked as a floor manager for a big warehouse, or at least he did back then. Maybe Phillip and Steve met through work?

Anyway, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was Phillip was here now and she needed to pull herself together. She took a sip of beer and found him mingling with people again. He looked up and caught her eye and smiled at her. Damn, he looked good. She smiled back and then tried to casually look away and go back to speaking with Jenny and DeShawn, engaging them in their new topic of the local soccer team before another image of Phillip from a decade before could intrude on her thoughts.

“Hey, ya know, it’s a party right…. And DeShawn here is my designated driver, let’s do some shots Liz,” Jenny said giggling.

“Oh wow, really going it for it huh?” Liz said looking over at another table filled with hard liquor and items to make cocktails. “Ok sure let’s go.”

They did two quick shots of tequila and giggled over them like school girls. Liz thought about how she should probably take it easy as Jenny was a good 15 years younger than her. But, for now, what the hell. A few other people came over and joined them and within the next 45 minutes, Liz had taken four more shots. At some point, Phillip had joined them, but she stuck with Jenny and DeShawn and tried to pretend like she didn’t even notice.

It’s safe to say the 8 people that were taking shots were getting a little drunk. Liz herself had let some guy she didn’t even know, who’s name was apparently Jessie, grab a shot glass full of vodka from where she held it between her tits. She clenched it between her breasts as tight as she could, pulled her already low cut shirt down as low as she could, it’s neck line stretching to where it was just an inch above her nipples; then Jessie had leaned down with his mouth open wide and placed it around the shot glass, lifting it from between her bosom and straight up in the air so the vodka poured into his mouth.

“DIDN’T SPILL A DROP!” he screamed. Everyone cheered and clapped. Liz started laughing, hysterical. She hadn’t had this much fun in years. Within a few minutes several of the other girls were having their boyfriends or just random people taking shot glasses they held in their cleavage. It was then that she felt Phillip move up behind her and say, “I’d like to try that.”

She just barely contained herself from being startled as she turned to look at him. She’d forgotten how tall he was, and just how big he was in general. Maybe it was the booze talking but he looked 6’3, towering over her 5 foot four inch body. He’d definitely gained some weight over the years. Whereas in his 20’s he’d been all lean and slightly shredded, now he seemed like he was just overall bigger. Bigger muscles, but also more touches of body fat here and then. Still, she had to admit overall, he looked great. She wanted to eat him up like an ice cream sundae.

“Oh yea? Well, step up to the plate,” Liz said, grabbing another shot glass and pouring a generous helping of vodka. Feeling a little unsteady on her feet, she took a couple steps away from the table as the number of drunken people crowding around it was getting larger, and rowdier. She took Phillip’s hand and led him another step or two away. She glanced up at him again and looked into his eyes as he smiled down at her. “You ready big guy?”

He nodded vigorously and she pulled the neckline of her shirt down further again, making room for herself to place the shot glass between her tits. This time she stretched the neckline just a little bit further, the shirt stretched right over top of her nipples, hanging on for dear life, stretching and exposing more of her body than she had dared to just a couple of minutes. Liz clenched the shot glass full of booze between Kurtköy Escort her large breasts. Phillip stepped closer to her, pressing in close to her side as he leaned his head down, bending at his knees so that he could get low enough to place his head into her cleavage.

Liz couldn’t be sure, not in her currently inebriated state, but she was pretty sure she felt Phillips tongue roll around the edge of the shot glass, licking a circle of her breasts, before taking it into his mouth and lifting it. What she could be sure of, 100%, is that when he’d leaned down he had placed his hand on her back and slid it down her clothes, stopping at her ass and grabbing hold of it just as his mouth reached the glass.

Phillip lifted the glass from her cleavage and she felt the absence of the glass, and distinctly felt the absence of his face buried in her chest. She wanted that feeling back and her mind flashed back again to what it had felt like years ago when his face was pressed against her body, his mouth on her nipples licking, sucking and kissing.

His hand unclenched from her ass as he stood up and let the shot fall into his mouth, but his had didn’t move. It stayed planted right where it was and she felt her body flush once again as he gave her a little spank.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Oh yea. Of course.”

“I’ll just bet you did, you little sneak.” Liz said. She moved in close to him and put an arm around his back, leaning her hips into him. “So, how have you been? It’s been a while.”

It had indeed. She hadn’t completely avoided him after their one night stand. That would have been impossible as he remained friends with David. But, when he came over she did her best to avoid being around him. She always managed to find something to do around the house, a chore that took her out of the den or away from just being around them. Or she would make a plan to be out with her girlfriends. It hadn’t been a perfect system, there had been a few times she’d had to endure being on a double date with her and David on one side, and Phillip and some woman or other on the other. To the best of her knowledge, none of those relationships had lasted very long.

She never understood why Phillip’s relationships ended. As far as she could tell, he was a perfectly good male companion and his girlfriends always seemed happy enough when they were together. But, she figured, sometimes things just didn’t work out. David had once told her that one of Phillip’s relationships had ended because he worked too much.

Liz and Phillip made small talk and caught up. They hadn’t seen each other in at least 5 years. She cursed herself for smiling a little bit when she learned that he was not married and was currently only seeing a woman very casually, someone he had met online and had gone on a few dates with. Nothing serious, he said.

She silently wondered if it wasn’t serious yet because they hadn’t had sex. She found it hard to believe that any single woman wouldn’t want to make things serious with Phillip if he fucked them the way he’d fucked her a decade ago. Once again, she remembered what it felt like being bent over a table in her backyard, Phillip’s large dick sawing in and out of her, a tidal wave of an orgasm building inside of her.

Liz felt emboldened. She pressed her body closer to Phillip, pressing the front of her body against his leg tightly and subtly grinding her sex back and forth just a little, trying to gain his attention. She saw his eyes light up in surprise and he put his arms around her.

“Maybe we should take a little walk,” Phillip said, untangling himself from Liz, grabbing her right hand with his left and walking away from the group of people that was still taking shots. On their way through the yard he grabbed two beers and popped the tops off both, then continued walking through the front yard and into the street in front of Steve’s house.

They both looked left and right down the street. Steve lived in a pretty quiet area and it was starting to get a little late. There didn’t seem to be any traffic and the nearest houses were a football field or more away.

“I think I saw a park down this way when I drove in,” Phillip said, leading her down the street to the left. He held his bottle up to her and drank a sip.

Liz didn’t want to talk about David, her ex-husband, but she felt like it was coming. She had spent enough time thinking and talking about him. She wanted nothing like that right now. She needed to change the subject.

“So…. How do you know Steve?”

Wow. Really engaging conversation, but it got the job done. She learned they had met for work, and then coincidentally met at a gym and realized they ran in some of the same circles and became friends, or at least friendly.

By the time Phillip was done talking about how work was going, they had arrived at the park he had said he passed. They were maybe 15 minutes walking distance from Steve’s house, but they could still kinda hear Maltepe Escort the thump of the music that was playing in the back yard. Liz was sure now that his neighbors would have something to say to him about the drunken loud party he’d thrown. It was nearing midnight and the park consisted of a swing set, a few picnic tables, a basketball court, tennis court, and a walking path that led into the woods. There were no lights as she led them down the walking path, looking around and trying to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The path they were on was paved and obviously meant for community runners. But she believed the chances of them running into anyone was extremely low. There were no lights, the community was small, and obviously it was very late. She felt butterflies in her stomach as Phillip reached out and held her hand as they continued walking deeper into the park.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure I know where you are, it’s so dark I can barely see,” Phillip said.

“You don’t have to make excuses to hold my hand if you’re scared,” Liz said and giggled a little. “Not as if we haven’t done more than hold hands before.”

“Yea…” Phillip said trailing off. He took a deep breath, clearly gathering himself for something. “I uhm, I don’t really regret what we did. But, I do regret it if that drove a wedge between you and David.”

“It didn’t, don’t worry. He never knew. We had a lot of other issues. He did think I was cheating on him at one point a couple years later, but I wasn’t. I just wasn’t interested in having sex with him the way that he was at the time. I thought we were going to be alright at one point. But… it just didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry.” Phillip said, letting go of her hand.

“Don’t be sorry, at all. I knew what I was doing with you, and I loved it.” Liz reached out for him, found his hand and pulled him closer. “I needed to be with you in that moment. I needed everything you gave to me.”

She reached her hand up to his head and pulled it down to her, gently. She stood up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. Then she slowly pulled away and started walking, still holding his hand as they moved even deeper into the wooded park.

“What did I give you?”

“Like you don’t remember?” She laughed and looked up at his handsome face, his still chiseled jawline “A good fucking for one thing. A really, really good fucking. I needed to feel loved, I needed to feel desired. I hadn’t felt that way in I don’t know how long. Haven’t since really. I wanted you so bad, and I needed that too. I needed to feel that way about a man, needed to feel crazy with desire, and I did, for you. I was overwhelmed. I would have done anything I think, I would have done anything you wanted. I wanted to consume you or something, wanted us to just mold together, I wanted everything.”

She stopped and turned to him. Facing him she pressed her body against him, looking into his eyes and feeling the bulge in his pants press against her. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Phillip put his arms around her and pulled her tight, “Yes. I wanted you so badly that it hurt. I … was afraid I would hurt you, because I kinda wanted to hurt you. I wanted to fuck you so hard you’d never forget it. I wanted to take you, so you’d be mine. You were so amazing, you looked so… ripe for the taking. I wanted to take you… use you like an animal. I wanted to make you come with me so I could feel that forever.”

“You wanted to run away with me?” She reached one hand under his shirt and started caressing the skin along the waistband of his pants. She could feel his hardness pressing against her torso. She wanted to touch him so bad.

“I wanted to possess you, yes. I never wanted to stop fucking you.”

Liz felt her cheeks grow hot. She slowly forced the fingers of her hand below his waistband, slowly pushing them down and running them across the soft skin hair under his pants. She reached her other arm behind him and pulled him closer, pressing her whole body to his and laying her head against his chest. She thought she could feel his heart beating.

Liz didn’t know what was going to happen, but she knew what she wanted to happen. She was prepared to take his pants off right here, right now, just like she did nearly a decade ago, and suck his big dick until he exploded her mouth with everything he had. But she hesitated. She held onto him tight and moved her hand down his pants another fraction of an inch. She wanted to see what he would do. He said that back then, he’d wanted to take her. Well, if he wanted to, he could. If he truly wanted to take her, then he would make a move.

She held her breath as she said, “Was it just about the sex?” She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say. What if it had been just about sex for him? That had been a major part of it for her too. Part of her really wanted him to say it had been just about sex, that he wanted to use her body because she was hot and desirable; that he still wanted to take her body and use her.

Phillip reached between them and shoved her hand further down his pants and held her tight. Now her hand was firmly resting on top of his long, thick, hard dick. She could feel heat radiating from his body to her hand. It felt amazing.

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You should read the ‘Just Being Neighborly’ series first..

This is a spinoff of that series.

You should also read ‘Welcome to the Double C’

This story may contain FF, MM, Cuckold, Group, Fetish, MFM, FMF, Incest.

******

Finally, after several weeks, everything was settled and Cindy and I moved down to the Double C Resort and the house that Lisa gave us. She met us as we entered the resort and took us to the house. After we unpacked and got everything in somewhat order, Lisa gave us a tour of the house.

It was magnificent. There were four large bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and a shower for at least four and a jacuzzi for two. Each bedroom had a mirrored ceiling over the bed with mirrors behind the headboard and across from the bed. A large hot tub for six was on the enclosed patio. It was truly a decadent place and perfect for us.

The next day we had breakfast with Lisa and she gave us an update on the new contract. She said Roger and Sam decided to do a series of 6 – 10 minute videos that eventually would be edited into one longer porno. We would still get well paid. She also said that we would be filmed at the resort as we walked around having sex with other guests…as an amateur sex video and the participants would get paid.

At breakfast we met with the crew, two camera people, a man, Tony & a young woman, Gloria, who would be shadowing us and filming us. They had the option of wearing clothes. The fellow said he would be more comfortable wearing clothes but the young woman said she was fine with being nude. They would be staying with us in our guest rooms

Tony asked us if we had any restrictions and Cindy answered that we didn’t have any and that if he and Gloria had any suggestions, we would certainly listen to them.

After we discussed the plans and schedule, Cindy and I were ready to start our epic adventure. Lisa wished us well and told us to enjoy ourselves. She also mentioned that the guests were aware of the filming and that she also offered a free night’s stay for any participants which should give us plenty of opportunities.

We hit the trails with our two shadows. It wasn’t long before a young woman approached us. “Would you guys be interested in getting together?” She said. “My name is Vicky and I am available for whatever you guys are into.”

I looked at Cindy and she looked at me and then Cindy said, “Sure. You ok with sucking my husband’s cock with me?” Vicky replied, “I’d love to.”

Then she knelt down along side of Cindy and they both started to give me a blow job. They each shared my cock and Vicky was fascinated with my large balls and took them in her mouth while Cindy concentrated on my cock.

Then Vicky said, “He’s going to cum. His balls are ready to explode.”

Sure enough, I shot a ton of cum into their mouths, onto their faces and tits.

I looked at Tony & Gloria and got a nod of approval from both.

Vicky lapped up any cum on her and thanked us and left. We continued on our walk. Down the trail we’re a couple of guys with hard cocks. I figured they must have been jerking off when they saw us and stopped.

As we approached them, one of the guys said, “So, you are the ones doing the shoot. Welcome. Your wife interested in getting fucked now?”

Cindy smiled and said, “Well, since you put it that way, I might be interested. Do you have something for me to lay on?”

The other guy replied, “You can lay on me while my friend fucks you & then you can lay on him while I fuck you.”

Cindy smiled, “How about I lay on you and as you fuck me and your friend can fuck my ass?”

The guys smiled and one guy laid on his back and as Cindy got on top of him, his cock made its way into her cunt. The other guy knelt down and placed his hard cock against her raised asshole and slowly inserted his cock. Soon Cindy had both cocks in her and they guys were fucking her in unison. It didn’t take long before both guys filled my wife’s cunt and ass with their cum.

Finally, they all got up, cum oozing out both of Cindy’s holes. She kissed them both and thanked them and we continued our walk.

By this time, it was time for lunch and we headed back to the restaurant. Lisa welcomed us with a very nice smorgasbord of food and wine. She asked how things went and Gloria quickly answered, “Lisa, Cindy and Ben were terrific. We got some great video.”

Lisa turned to Cindy and said, “Your nipples are almost as big as mine. I like them.”

“Thanks. I want to try and get them to give milk like yours. Can you get me the name of the doctor who you worked with?”

“Sure Cindy.”

During lunch we just chatted and got more comfortable with each other. Soon, it was time for the four of us to continue our walk.

We went down a different trail and before long we met up with two women who were hugging and kissing, so we watched them for awhile. As they saw us, they stopped. One of the women, a tall redhead said, “Either one of you women a les or bi?”

Cindy replied, “I’m bi.”

Then Gloria blurted out, “I’m bi as well.”

I Ataşehir Escort looked at Cindy and she looked at me.

Then the redhead said, “You ladies interested in joining us? Our cabin is nearby.”

I nodded an ok to Cindy and she smiled back. Just then Lisa appeared. She said, “Excuse me but will the four of you join me and my husband, John for dinner tonight at our place?”

Without hesitation I said we would be there. Tony said they would be there as well and thanked her. She told us the time and then she left. Then we all followed the redhead to her place.

As soon as we got inside the redhead took Cindy in her arms and started kissing her while Tony was filming. Then the redhead’s partner took Gloria and started making out with her. Soon all four were on the bed making out. Tony was moving all over the place getting great film. Finally, after an hour all four women were spent and then we left.

By this time we decided to head back to the house to relax. I invited Tony and Gloria in for some wine and they joined us. The rest of the afternoon was relaxing and soon it was time to go to Lisa’s for dinner.

The four of us arrived at Lisa’s place which was beautiful. Dinner went very well and when it was time for coffee that’s when things got interesting.

As the six of us sat down for coffee, John mentioned that he forgot to get milk. I, not being shy said, “That’s not a problem. Lisa can you give us some of your personal supply of milk?” Lisa smiled and said, “Sure, but you will have to do the milking Ben.”

I smiled and got up and moved closer to Lisa. I started massaging and pulling on her nipple and in a short time milk was squirting out from her nipple. I filled a small cup with her milk then I worked on her other nipple and milk poured out of that one, filling the cup.

We passed her milk around and everyone really enjoyed their coffee.

As we drank, Tony asked, “Lisa, do you think it would be ok if you did that for the camera?”

“I would be happy to do that. Let’s say tomorrow morning at breakfast. Whoever wants to can milk my tits like I was a cow. I’ll get on all fours and anyone can milk me. Would that work Tony?”

“That would be terrific Lisa. Thank you.”

It was late when we left Lisa’s place and headed home. On the way home I asked

Tony why he wore clothes here. He said he didn’t like people staring at him. I asked him why would that be and he said that he had a large cock. I told him all the reason to get naked. I then told him that it would be more comfortable for all of us if he were naked from now on. He said he would starting tomorrow. Then we all went to bed.

I was the first to wake up and as I was getting ready to shower my phone rang. I answered, muttered a few words and hung up. I didn’t realize it but Cindy had joined me and looked at me

“Who was that? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“You’re not going to believe it…it was my daughter who I haven’t seen or spoke to in a very long time. She wants to get together.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Actually, it is for several reasons.”

“Can you tell me?”

“My daughter was young when her mother passed away and because of my business I couldn’t properly take care of her so my sister wound up raising her. She has resented me ever since and we stopped seeing or talking to each other.”

“That must have been hard.”

“Yes, it was. Now she said that my sister passed away and she wants to get back together with me.”

“So?”

“How can I invite her here? I told her I would call her back.”

By then Tony & Gloria were up and I told them that I wasn’t up for any activity today and to take the day off…I didn’t tell them why.

For the rest of the morning Cindy and I discussed the situation. I didn’t know what to do. We went to lunch and hooked up with Lisa and I told her the situation.

“How old is your daughter?”

“Dana is twenty.”

“Invite her down here.”

“What will she think of her father in a sex resort?”

“Just tell her it’s a clothing optional resort.”

“But the sex?”

“Ben, at 25, I’m sure she knows about sex. Call her an see what she says. If she is grossed out, then you can use my house up north. It’s just sitting there not being used anyway.”

“Ok. I’ll call her and see what she says. Thanks Lisa.”

We finished lunch and headed back to the house. When we got in I called Dana.

“Hi Dana, it’s your dad. Look, if you want to get together, I would Ike that. Cindy and I now live in a house here at a clothing optional resort. If that upsets you, our friend said we could stay at her house not far from our old house, for awhile. It’s up to you.”

“So you are a nudist now? I don’t know.”

“Dana, you don’t have to be nude and Cindy and I will wear clothes if that is what you are worried about.”

“Well, ok. Send me the info and I’ll let you know when I’m coming.”

“That’s great hon. Can’t wait to see you and Cindy is anxious to meet you…love you. Bye.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

I Kadıköy Escort told Cindy that she would let us know when she is coming down.

Then I told Tony and Gloria and told them that the shoot has to be completed in the next few days. They said it wouldn’t be a problem and we would start again after dinner tonight.

So, for the next few days, Tony and Gloria got great video of us having one on one sex with guests, group sex, and even a couple of orgies where Cindy was fucked by numerous guys.

Now, by this time, Tony had joined us being nude and his big cock was admired by quite a few women & men. Gloria wound up shooting video of Tony enjoying the Double C offerings.

The last night of the shoot, Lisa invited us up to her place for the completion of the shoot. After dinner she said, “I want to invite you all into my bedroom to celebrate a job well done. My husband John will be taking video and joining in as well. So, let’s go have some fun.”

We all got up and Lisa led us to her bedroom where John was already there and ready.

Cindy and Gloria wasted no time in making out with Lisa. Each one started sucking on her big nipples in hopes of emptying her tits. And it wasn’t long before milk was flowing freely. Tony and I managed to get some of her juice into our mouths as well

As Cindy was still sucking Lisa’s nipple, Tony managed to get his big cock in my wife’s cunt and started fucking her. I went over to Gloria and she looked at Cindy who nodded an ok and I slid my cock in her tight cunt. In a short time I was ready to cum and cum I did. I never shot so much cum as I filled her cunt until it flowed out of her.

Even after I came, I was still hard and Lisa quickly engulfed my cock with her mouth. At the same time, Tony moved over to Lisa and started fucking her. Out of the corner of my eye, Cindy and Gloria were eating each other.

I came in Lisa’s mouth and Tony shot his load in her cunt.

For the rest of the night we all enjoyed each other many times until the sun came up.

After breakfast we went back to the house.

My phone rang and it was Dana who told me that she would be coming down in two days. I told her we would have everything ready for her.

Over the next day or so, after Tony & Gloria left, we put everything in order and waited.

Finally, the day Dana was coming was here. Around noon time the office called and said that our daughter arrived. I immediately went to get her. After our hellos and hugs I brought her to the house. Cindy greeted Dana with hugs and kisses and took her to one of the guest rooms to get settled in. After some time the three of us went onto the patio with some wine and snacks.

Dana looked lovely. She was about 5’7″, about 125, long, black curly hair, green eyes and a very nice shape.

For the rest of the afternoon we caught up and Dana and I reconciled our differences. She welcomed Cindy into the family and I was thrilled how well it went.

It was now time for dinner and I got a call from Lisa who invited us over to her place for dinner. I quickly accepted and told her we would be there at 6:30.

It didn’t take us long to get ready and as we went over, I tried to tell Dana about Lisa the best I could. We all wore shorts and tank tops. The women went braless. When we arrived, there was Lisa all decked out in a tank top, braless and shorts, looking lovely.

We went over to Lisa and her husband and I introduced Dana to Lisa and John and their daughter Jessie. We sat down and was served wine by the butler.

Lisa and Dana got along really well and I was surprised that our sexual activities were never mentioned, until now, when Dana said, “Lisa, I’m not a prude but I see you allow sexual actives on your grounds. Isn’t that unusual for a clothing optional resort?”

Lisa replied, “Yes, that’s true Dana, but John and I built this place for that specific reason, so guests can leave their vanilla lives behind, engage in whatever sexual activity they want and not be judged by others.”

“So, guests can have sex whenever and wherever they want here?”

“Yes, and with whomever. Does that bother you?”

“Oh, no. May I ask you a question?”

“Sure, whatever you like.”

“I see that you are all dressed up…is that for me?”

Lisa laughed and replied, “To be honest Dana, yes. We got dressed for you. Your father and Cindy didn’t ask me to dress but I didn’t know how you would react seeing me, John and Jessie nude.”

Dana smiled as Lisa continued, “My daughter is the manager here, about your age, and is always nude and sometimes, like myself, will engage in sexual activities with each other and/or with guests. Our son, Vince is finishing up his studies and will be the co-general manager when he is finished. Actually, he phoned and told me he will be here in two days.

“Have you had sex with Cindy and my dad?”

Lisa looked at me and I smiled as Lisa said, “Yes, on more than one occasion.”

“Is my father a stud?” As Dana laughed.

“Let’s just say that he is more Bostancı Escort than well endowed and any women would be more than satisfied having your father entertain them.”

“And Cindy?”

“Let’s say that I wouldn’t throw Cindy out of my bed. Any more questions?”

“No. I appreciate your honesty.”

Then Lisa said, “Dana, do you object to my place?”

“Not really. If people want to have sex openly, that’s their business.”

“Would you have sex in the open?”

“I don’t know. It would all depend.”

“Depend on what Dana?”

“The sex act for one…the person for two.”

“So Dana, if I asked you to join me and my husband in my bedroom, tonight, would you?”

“Just us?”

“Yes, for now. Is that a yes?”

Dana looked at Cindy, then me and replied, “Ok. I will.”

As dinner was finished, Lisa got up, as did Dana and John and they left the table with my daughter. Lisa turned around and said, “We’ll take good care of Dana.” As she smiled and winked.

Cindy and I got up and left the house…

“I can’t believe Dana went with Lisa and John.”

“This is all new to her. Let her enjoy herself.”

“I never would have imagined her having a threesome.”

“Well hubby, think of it this way, we may have a new partner.”

“Fuck my own daughter? Are you crazy?”

“For goodness sake Ben, it’s only sex. I would do it if I were you. Now, let’s get to the house so we can fuck.”

Well, we certainly did fuck, more than once for sure. It was almost dawn when Dana came in and went straight to bed.

When we all got up, Cindy said, “So Dana, you have a good time last night?”

“Oh yes. Lisa is incredible and her husband wasn’t bad either.”

“Are you ok now being here?”

“I love this place. From now on you guys can go nude and I’ll do the same.”

Then I said, Dana, there is a lot we haven’t told you.”

Cindy added, “Dana, you’re a big girl so let me tell you. Your father and I love this place. We recently signed on to do some porno movies. With Lisa’s help we are making a ton of money to do what we love, having sex.”

“So my dad and you fuck and get paid?”

“Basically, yes.”

“Wow…can I get to be in one?”

Cindy smiled and said, “Let’s discuss it with Lisa first.”

We all showered, and got naked.

“Wow dad, Lisa was right about you being you being more than well endowed.”

Cindy said, “You have no idea Dana.”

I replied, “Dana, you are beautiful, just like your mother was.”

Then we all went to breakfast.

Lisa was there with some guests then joined us.

“Glad to see you three naked.”

Dana said, “Lisa, Cindy said that they do porno. Can I do one?”

Lisa looked at me and I said to her, “Tell her whatever she wants to know.”

Lisa said, “I guess that could be arranged. What did you have in mind?”

Dana replied, “Well, by the way, you were right about my father. He is very well endowed. I understand incest videos are a big thing. How much could I make having sex with my father?”

I almost choked…

Lisa replied, “You could get quite a bit of money for that. Is that what you want to do?”

“Then that’s what I want to do. You ok with it dad?”

“I don’t know Dana…after all these years…now you want me to fuck you?”

“Dad, I’m not a virgin. Your sister got me into sex as soon as I was 18…her and I were lovers and I did threesomes with her and her husband. I really like sex a lot and seeing your big cock and balls, I want you to fuck me.”

“God…whatever you want. Lisa set it up.” I just shook my head.

“Ok. I’ll call Roger and Sam.”

The next day Lisa stopped by…

“While you’re all here let me tell you what Roger and Sam said. They said that they will pay each of you $25,000 for an incest porno…but, both of you must commit to doing two more within the year. You will also get a percentage of the profits and do live promos in the nude for which you will be paid.”

I told Lisa that wasn’t enough…that we wanted $50,000 each and that we wanted $5,000 each to appear at promos nude & that we are ok with the rest of the offer.

She went inside and made a call…a few minutes later she came out and said, “Deal.” Then she told us that a crew would be down here in two days to do the first shoot.

For the rest of the day we walked around the resort and the three of us discussed the upcoming shoot and where we go from there. As we sat on a bench overlooking the lake Dana said, “I was thinking that maybe we should rehearse before the shoot.”

Cindy added, “I think that’s a great idea Dana.”

I replied, “If that’s what you want, I’m ok with it.”

Dana then added, “Let’s do this, tonight after dinner, I’d like to get to know Cindy a lot better then afterwards, me and my dad can rehearse.”

Cindy and I both agreed and after awhile we continued our stroll observing people in various sexual activities.

Dinner time came around quickly and we dined at the restaurant and drank plenty of wine.

As soon as we got back to the house, Dana and Cindy disappeared Into the bedroom. For more than an hour all I heard were moans of pleasure and a few screams, guessing that’s when they had orgasms. Finally they emerged with big smiles on their faces and their bodies almost covered in their juices.

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“Simon? Where have you been?”

The boy had tried closing the front door quietly, but winced as he heard his Mom call out. “Around the neighborhood, Mom.”

His mother, Bonnie von Trocken, came around the corner, a tall and imposing brunette in her late thirties wearing slacks and a button-up shirt that strained to hold in her D-cup breasts. “You’d better not have been hanging around any kids…”

He held his hands out in a warding gesture. “No, Mom! You told me…I remember.”

The woman gave him a measuring look. “Well, good. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah!”

After a ham and cheese sandwich and some chicken noodle soup, Simon pushed back from the table and winced.

His mother noticed. “What’s with your hand?”

“I slipped and fell on my wrist…my happy wrist, Mom.”

She sighed. “Well, can’t you use your other arm?”

He looked at her hopefully. “I’m no good with that hand. I’m not ambi…ambi…”

“Ambidextrous?”

“Yeah!” he smiled. “Wait…isn’t that a type of sugar?”

She got up and sat next to him, noting the bulge in his jeans. “That’s dextrose. How do you remember that, but not ambidextrous?”

He shrugged. “So you’ll help?”

She reached over and unzipped him to fish out his hard member. She took it in hand and started stroking. “Have you found someone else to help you with this yet? My new job will keep me out of the house during the day, remember.”

“Yeah, I remember. I think maybe?” he moaned as his mother masturbated him. Mrs. Davison had said not to tell anyone what happened, but as long as he didn’t mention her name, he figured it was okay.

“Maybe? And it’s someone older than you, right?” Her arms moved in practiced, steady up and down motions.

“Yeah.”

Bonnie felt her nipples getting hard. While she did her best to keep things clinical when she had to help her son, as he could only make himself ejaculate so many times in a day, there was still a very large, very warm cock in her hand, and her body was getting to the age where it was filling with hormones, demanding sex in order to make the most of her Ümraniye Escort remaining viable eggs. She felt her mouth water as she continued masturbating her son’s sizable member. “Are you getting close?” she asked him.

“Umm…not yet.”

“Is there a problem?” She continued stroking.

Simon thought back to Mrs. Davison’s breasts as they peeked out through her robe. “Could you…take your shirt off?”

His mother stopped moving. “Simon Beauregard von Trocken!”

He reddened. “I’m sorry, Mom! Your…um…boobs look really nice, and I think seeing them would help me get there faster.”

Bonnie thought for a moment, though she did resume stroking her son. “Did your new friend show you hers? I’m assuming it’s a woman.”

He nodded.

She suddenly felt something wash over but couldn’t identify it. Well, whatever it was, it helped make her mind up. She let go of his dick and unfastened her blouse, pausing a moment to consider the line she was crossing before she pulled the fabric from her shoulders.

Simon gasped as his mother’s large, torpedo-like breasts were revealed, valiantly restrained by a satiny beige brassiere. He admired the pale flesh of her shoulders and chest, and the deep cleavage revealed between those delicious-looking knockers, and half-closed his eyes in pleasure.

Bonnie had been getting good at knowing when her son was close. She dropped her head forward and took the tip of his cock between her lips. She had learned the hard way that her boy ejaculated a LOT, and without a ready towel, her mouth was the next best thing.

“UhhhooOOHH!” Simon cried out, and Bonnie felt his hot cum roar into her mouth, burst after burst of sperm-laden semen filling it. She gulped in preparation for the rest of it, barely able to keep it all contained. She gulped again…there was so much! Finally, the last dregs dribbled out, and she gave the tip a small suck to pull those last drops out. “Uhhmmm…” Simon droned beatifically.

She gulped the rest of it down. Her son’s cum was somehow always so tasty. Well, I don’t need lunch now, she İstanbul Escort remarked to herself. “I’ll be out on a date tonight, Simon, so you’ll have to fend for yourself for dinner.”

—

Corinne Davison was lying on a lounge chair in her backyard, next to the pool, her eyes closed. She had put on her ‘stars & stripes’ bikini, which made her feel like Wonder Woman…well, if the superhero wore a bikini, anyway. She sighed as her body absorbed the afternoon rays.

“Hi.”

She sat up quickly. That boy was standing off to the side, his eyes drinking her in. Her gaze reflexively shifted down to his crotch…sure enough, he was hard again. “Simon! I told you…”

“I didn’t tell anyone!” He smiled at her.

She paused. What did he mean by that?

“I was hoping you could help me again?” His eyes glanced down, drawing her own eyes back to that intriguing bulge.

Now she understood. He was saying that he wouldn’t tell anyone if she did as he wanted. Blackmail! Why, oh why had she spanked him?

“Then you’ll go away?” she asked.

He cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, sure.”

She picked up her phone and checked the time. “Oh, my husband will be home soon…”

Then it buzzed…she swiped and read: *Hey babe going out w guys from work. C u late (kiss emoji)*.

“Oh…okay, I guess we do have time then.” She wasn’t worried about neighbors seeing the two of them together, as her backyard was surrounded by high fences and a tree line.

“Cool!” Simon unzipped his jeans and his dong sprang out. Corinne took a quick breath…the size of his member was always so surprising compared to the rest of his skinny 5’9″ self. She turned, putting her feet down onto the patio tile, took his length into her grip, and started to stroke.

“That feels really good, Mrs. Davison.”

She felt a strange sense of pride that she was making this young man, 12 years her junior, feel good, and moved her hand a little faster up and down his shaft.

“Can I see your boobs again, Mrs. Davison?”

She slowed her stroking. “I don’t know…”

“Please? Anadolu Yakası Escort I’ll cum quicker, and then I’ll go.”

She wanted this to be over so she let go, unfastened her bikini top, and let it fall to the patio tiles. Simon gazed at her C-cup breasts in wonder and she blushed. His cock was right in front of her face…all she had to do was open her mouth and slide it in…

She shook her head and took a hold of his stiffy again. Now that her breasts were out in the open, she could feel her nipples crinkling up in the breeze that had picked up as the sun began to lower in the West. Noticing that Simon’s eyes were now entirely focused on her rack as she masturbated him, she surreptitiously moved her other hand down inside her bikini bottoms to rub her clit and pussy lips. She found that she was actually very wet down there, and her clit was already out of its hood. She took it between her thumb and forefinger as she pushed her middle finger between her pussy lips. She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make any sounds that would let Simon know what she was doing.

As she got close to cumming on her own fingers, Simon grunted, “Uhuhh! OHH!” and his first blast of cum splashed across her breasts.

The sensation of the hot, forbidden liquid hitting her hard nipples set her own orgasm off. “Mmh! HHGH!” The hand that was stroking Simon went wild, and his next blast hit her right in the eyes. Blinded, she let go of his shooting cock and felt his next blast hit her low, just above her bikini bottoms. Another hit the hand that was between her legs, and she was still cumming. “Ohh! Uhuhhuhh!” She let go of Simon’s cock and fell back onto her lounge chair as she thrust her fingers inside her, wringing the most of that extended orgasm from her vagina, not realizing that she was pushing some of his sperm-filled semen inside her as she did so.

*Click!*

She quickly moved her hands up to wipe at her eyes. “Simon? Did you just take a picture of me? Fuck, this shit burns…” She wiped furiously, and finally blinked through the discomfort to see the fence door swing closed. The boy had left, as he said he would.

But now he had a picture of her, topless and covered in his cum! That was so much worse than his word against hers about the spanking! Frowning, Corinne went back into the house for another shower.

To be continued…

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She texted me as I was leaving the office.

~How was your day? Over? Still going?~

-Good, just walking to my car now-

~Fantastic. Do you mind if we do dinner late…or takeout?~

-Takeout sounds great. See you soon-

I texted back quickly as I got in my car and started thinking about her as I drove home. She’s hard not to think about, smart, beautiful, kind, and she’s my wife so I get to enjoy all of her amazingness. Our little text exchange was one we’ve had before, she thinks she’s being coy, but I know her too well. She’ll be very ready for me when I come home. First she checks in on my mood, not wanting to express her own needs until she knows I can handle more than my own stress. Then she suggests an alternative to our usual. Delaying dinner to enjoy my wife, that’s a yes most any day, but I still love that she tries to slyly ask first.

I walk in the door and she’s standing there waiting for me. Most days when we get home it’s a slow, loving, but casual full body embrace. Not today. Today I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, pushed her back up against the door, and passionately kissed her. She squealed a bit against my mouth and melted into me as I push by body against her.

We kissed for a long minute before I paused to look at her.

-More?-

~Yes, please~

I knew she wanted more, but communication is always good and those eyes. Those eyes looking up at me as she gently says “yes, please” really get my blood flowing. I take her face in my hand, my thumb gently stroking her jaw line. She really is beautiful and sweet, but she said she wanted more, so I have to give it to her.

I kiss her teasingly a few times, just lips, as both my hands move down to her waist. And Maltepe Escort then, swiftly, and quite suddenly pull her shirt up over her head until it’s stuck inside out on her wrists. Taking it fully off her was my goal, but this works too, maybe even better. I twist the shirt a bit, getting her even more stuck and then loop it over the coat hook on the door. Sure she could probably easily get out, but she wouldn’t want to risk ripping her top. Plus, she wants this, she wants me. I’m just putting her in a position to enjoy it more.

~Babe!~ She says with some amount of exaggerated shock.

Her eyes that were loving just a minute ago, now added some amount of desperation to their stare.

-More?-

~Yes, please~

Her innocence resigned, she knew I came in hot tonight, because she was asking for it. We both knew her game. We both loved her game. There’s just something about your wife initiating sex, even in her subtle, caring way, it worked for me.

I returned to kissing her, deep and passionate. One hand on her hip, keeping her pinned against the door, the other had already found her naked breast. I’m sure she wore a bra to work this morning, but of course, she had already taken it off by the time I got home. I squeezed and rolled by thumb over her nipple. She moaned against my mouth. Nipple play always did it for her, and I was happy to oblige.

I slid my hand from her waist to take hold of her other breast. One in each hand and she was melting underneath me. I paused kissing her to look her over again. Beautiful, soft, feminine, curvy. She didn’t always like her body, she wasn’t the lithe model-type featured in movies, but she was everything I wanted in a woman. She was everything İstanbul Escort a lot of men wanted in a women, but she didn’t know it, or couldn’t believe it. Either way, I was lucky enough to call her mine.

Her breathing had gone shallow as I was looking her over again, watching my own hands massage her breasts and tease her hardening nipples. I could watch this woman do anything, but watch her enjoy being pleasured, hands down my favorite. I knew my next move. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against against her ear as I dropped my voice to a low gravelly whisper.

-More?-

This time she didn’t respond with words. This time there was no sweet feminine “yes, please”. This time it was just a desperate whimper of a moan. She must have been thinking of this before I got home, she was escalating quickly tonight. I’m glad she prepared for me, I can move this along.

I kiss her ear lobe as she is moaning her response and move down to her breasts. I take one in my mouth, as much as I can. Still holding the weight of it in my hand, I suck and then swirl my tongue around the nipple. Before going further, I switch to the other one and give it the same treatment. I need her to know I’m not leaving anything out tonight.

On my way back to the first breast, I pause between them, kissing her sternum and squeezing her breasts on either side of my face. The dichotomy between her soft skin and my rough 5 o’clock shadow could be a metaphor for our whole relationship, but that’s a story for later. My mouth re-finds her breast, taking just the nipple between my lips I tug as far as it will let me, before popping out of my mouth. Again I switch breasts and give the second the same treatment as the first.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort worry her arms might be getting tired and I’m gonna want her to use those later, so I lift her shirt from the hook and loop her arms around my neck instead. Leaning over with my face in her breasts, her arms resting now on my shoulders. Her nails immediately go to scratch on my back. Still stuck and wrapped up in her top, it’s only the faintest feeling, but we’ll get to that later.

I back up a few steps, her arms still around my neck, so she comes with me and I find a chair. I sit as she stands in front of me. Now her breasts are right in front of my face.

-Mmmm, more-

Still a low, guttural growl, but this time it’s not a question. I’m just informing her of my plans now. She’s moaning from my touch and I’m committed to making her finish like this. I start working her breasts, with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. Rubbing her nipples, flicking them with my tongue and then my thumbs, sucking and squeezing. From one to the other and then back again, she had asked for more and I was here to give it to her.

She didn’t have words, she rarely did while we were being intimate, but she was vocal, between her moans and her sighs I could tell she was getting close. I leaned into my work and felt her start to shudder before her breathing even changed. I let go of her breasts just in time to reach around and catch her as her knees let go and she started to fall on me. Guiding her to be sitting on my lap, I looked at her as her breathing, slow and deep, was all she could manage to do.

I could feel her wetness against my lap, but sooner than I thought I would. I reached around and slipped my hands under her skirt, taking handfuls of ass.

-No panties?-

~Ooops~ she said with a very fake innocent look on her face.

-Alright, come with me, you’re definitely asking for more-

I stand up holding her, she wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us into the bedroom. We are both going for more now.

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