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Take a long hard (!) look at this photo. What does it do for you? I’m good friends with these girls, so that makes it special. More bahis siteleri importantly, I know they are in love. Easy so far? It’s canlı bahis siteleri a bit more complicated than that – they are canlı bahis a throuple – new word for me too!  They enjoy each other as a threesome, and as pairs – four combinations.  Lucky dogs, eh? Why I especially like this picture is the expression of love and sexual attraction encapsulated by the gentle hand on each other’s bottom. Oh to make it a quadrouple!

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I’d not long qualified as a masseur but had been a nudist for many years so I decided to place an ad in a nudist magazine. I thought I would enjoy working with like-minded people and that nudists should be a good market. I advertised for both clients visiting me and me going to them. I did state in the ad that I was not offering sexual services. And I intended to keep to that… Honest!!! However, I soon realised that a lot of husbands who called had no intention of actually booking a massage and were ringing just to have a fantasy over the phone about me screwing their wives (who were, surprise surprise, never there at the time!). While I can see the appeal of that idea, I couldn’t afford to be a free fantasy line! So, I started insisting that I spoke to both of them before taking a booking. This strategy worked well and one autumn day, a couple, Michael and Anne, called me to ask about my services. A nude massage was to be the wife’s birthday present! On arrival at their house, I was greeted at the door in a friendly manner by Michael. It was early evening, just after dark. Seems they didn’t want my arrival to be too obvious to the neighbours. I went in, lugging my massage table and a small bag with oil, Mp3 player and the table-covering into the living room to find Anne’s very pretty face smiling at me from the sofa, dressed only in a gown. She had collar-length blond hair and, from what I could see so far, an average build and my eyes were drawn to the curves of her breasts where the gown didn’t quite cover all of her. “Remember you’re here to give a massage!” I chided myself inwardly.Her smile bahis şirketleri was genuine but I couldn’t help detect a little nervousness. As I set up my table and covered it, I did my best to put her at ease with some gentle chit-chat, including asking her if she’d had a massage before. She told me she had been to a few salons but never experienced a nude setting like this. “Well, I think you’ll love it,” I said. “I know I much prefer working this way,” I told her as I got out of my clothes and stood by the table, giving her a chance to inspect her present. They both seemed pleased—I was happy to see. Michael sat on the sofa beside Anne and gave her a little kiss.“Ready?” he asked. She took a deep breath and said, “I suppose so!” She stood up and opened her robe, letting it slip off her and left it on the sofa. She looked even better than I’d imagined through her covering and told myself once again to focus on the job. That was a bit difficult, given her pert breasts, pleasing, shapely figure and neatly trimmed pussy. I could see she wasn’t used to being naked in front of another man, especially with her husband looking on. Her embarrassment was only slight, but it was there and made her look cute and appealing.“OK,” I said with a smile, “Face-up first please, Anne.” She lay down as requested and I pressed play on my Mp3 player and speaker, letting some soft, meditative music drift into the room. Standing beside her, I took one of her hands in mine and just held her for a minute, letting her get to know the hands that would soon be exploring her body. A couple of deep breaths in and sighs out later, bahis firmaları she nodded that she was ready.I started with the front of her legs, applying firm pressure from her ankles to the top of her thighs, then returning with a very soft touch all the way back down the sides. I repeated this a few times then ran up the outside with the pressure and stroked lightly back down the front. That done, I began kneading her muscles, which naturally pulled each leg towards the sides of the table, opening her up slightly. I worked closer and closer to – but didn’t touch – her pussy.”Too soon for that,” I told myself, “if she would even want me to!” As far as I knew, I was only here to give her a massage. I could see I was going to have to watch my thoughts. Michael seemed to be enjoying the start of the show, though, when I glanced over to check.I moved on to her arms, using similar techniques, asking if the pressure was ok, which she assured me it was. Next was her tummy, my flat palms gliding in circles and crossing the top of her mound. I kept checking her face to watch for any reaction. All good so far! I stood behind her head and slid my hands down between her breasts, reaching the top of her mound again, then parted them and slid back up her sides, caressing the side of her breasts on the way. She let out a faint moan with each stroke but otherwise laid still. I was also aware, though, that leaning over her to perform these movements meant my cock was right beside her face at some points. Her silky skin and the very sight of her figure had given me a semi-erection. I wondered if she was aware kaçak bahis siteleri of this and how she might react if she opened her eyes suddenly, but I just carried on trying to do my best for her. I glanced over at Michael again. He was just smiling happily.After then spending some time on her lovely face, I decided to test the water, so to speak, and ran my hands over her boobs with gentle strokes. Sensing no adverse reaction from her, I massaged them a little more properly for a while. They were nice and firm and she clearly enjoyed the attention I was giving them. Her nipples became stiff and erect and her moans got slightly louder as she relaxed into the touch. My semi was growing into more of a three-quarter by now! I then turned her over and did the back of her legs, then finally her back, which I always leave till last… or almost last in this case. She was resting the side of her head on her folded arms and her smile got me hopeful that she was enjoying everything – so far at least! An hour had almost passed by when I reached the concluding movement and I let her just lie quietly for a moment, allowing the effects of the massage to sink in. When it felt right, I asked her to turn onto her back again. She lay there, face up and looking very happy.“How are you feeling?” I asked, hopefully.“Amazing!” she answered with a smile. “Beautifully relaxed. And you helped me with how relaxed you are,” she said.“Oh? How do you mean?” I asked.“Well,” she began with a little nervous chuckle, “I noticed how you were getting…aroused… now and again,” she said, glancing at my semi-hard cock and smiling. “But you seemed totally comfortable about it. No embarrassment. That helped me,” she explained.’So she had noticed!’ I thought to myself.“Well, what can I say?” I said. “You have a beautiful body to work on!” I flirted, making her giggle.

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They returned to the hotel sometime after lunch. Ben and Erika exchanged greetings and a few words before she left to go home. Christine prepared something to eat, and the three, Gerd, Ben and Christine, settled down in the empty dining room for their belated lunch.Their talk was about the new resort and its opening for the coming winter season. Gerd regretted that their café-bar would not be ready until next year. Christine, using Ben’s neutral presence, asked Gerd who was going to manage this business.Gerd had kept Christine in the dark about his plans to extend the cabin into a commercial hunting lodge. Until now, she had not even known that Gerd had acquired a license for rebuilding the hut as a bistro.Gerd realised, of course, why Christine would ask. She had the know-how to manage and run such a business while he had not. Gerd hesitated. Then he hummed and hawed that it was too early to think about that. What he would not tell Christine was that getting the license for a winter-season bistro was a scam. It gave Gerd the cover to build a clandestine hunting lodge, a business which he alone planned to run.Ben watched the couple’s exchange with amusement. And he decided that he would tell Christine everything he knew of Gerd’s plan.Once in his room, Ben found a lengthy and explicitly sexy text from Erika on his Pad. It told him in detail how much and why she missed him. The coming week was Ben’s last in Gastein. Therefore, Erika texted, the “BOSS” would have to give her at least four afternoons off as the reward for Erika having done “her duties” over the weekend. Especially as her service had, probably, allowed the “BOSS” to spend a wild night with him. Erika’s text concluded with a promise, “On each of the four afternoons, I will prove to you that anything my sexy, naughty BOSS can do, I do naughtier and better! Love, E.”Ben smiled as he reread Erika’s sexting. He delighted in Erika’s new raunchiness in the text. Also, how she said things for which Christine, when she read them on their Pad, was the primary target. It told Ben that Erika had, it seemed, gleefully accepted that they were a Threesome. Ben, therefore, did not text a reply to Erika. Anyway, she had gone home, and he could wait if, as he expected, Christine would join in the game and respond to Erika’s missive.Quite late at night, Ben was already in bed reading, his iPad binged:For Ben: – “After last night, I am missing you badly, alone in my bed! In case you are wondering, Gerd and I sleep bahis şirketleri in separate rooms. Even though you refused to fuck me next to snoring Gerd, God, you made me come!! What a memory, what an appetiser for next time! Took the Pad with me to bed and looked at the sexy pictures you took of Erika and me. They show how much you love us both! And us, turning so sexy for you, shows how ready we are to be fucked! Both of us!!! And God, not just fucked: Devoured!!! As you are leaving us next Saturday, Erika can’t possibly have four afternoons with you in our last week. Two, at the most, spaced out. I want you as hungry for me on Wednesday night as you were last night in the cabin. When it comes to being ‘naughty,’ I promise I’ll exceed all your expectations!! Love, C.”The following day on getting up, Erika’s message was already on his Pad. It was terse as if punishing him for what Christine had said in her text:To Ben: – “She is mean, giving me only two afternoons off. On which days can you spare the afternoon for neglected me? I suspect she would not give me Wednesday, hah, hah! Let me know at breakfast. And keep your hands off me. Otherwise, you’ll have me on the table. Again! E.”Over breakfast, Erika repeated her seductive game of hip and thigh, accidentally touching Ben’s arm. As she leaned in to pour coffee, her breast again brushed his cheek. More tables were occupied this morning, and Ben desisted from stroking Erika’s temptingly close leg, nor did he answer her query. So, eventually, Erika asked him in a conversational tone what he was going to do today. Ben smiled up at her and told her he was resting this afternoon: He was still a bit tired from his weekend excursion into the mountains.Later on, as Erika bent over to clear the table, she hissed, “Resting! Just you wait!”Ben spent the morning sending off some emails to his university hosts in Germany and some preparatory work for his guest lectures. After lunch, he showered and shaved. Clad in his robe, he continued writing as he waited for Erika.When Erika entered and saw Ben sitting at the desk in his bathrobe, she walked up to him. Pushing the collar of his robe aside, she buried her face onto his shoulder to draw in his smell. With an aggrieved pout, Erika complained, “You have showered already. What about our foreplay?”Ben grinned, and his hand stroked the inside of Erika’s leg up all the way and then over her ass before he said, “We can’t settle into a routine. You’ll get as bored bahis firmaları with me as all wives do with their husbands. So, shower and think about what foreplay we could have after.”Erika, obviously curious, showered quickly. When she emerged from the bathroom, she hesitated a second. Ben was still at the desk and now, as if surprised, turned towards her. But then he opened his arms, and Erika hurried into the embrace and the comforting feel of Ben’s robe on her prickling nakedness. Ben kissed Erika on the shoulder, her neck, then long and light-teasing her lips, which brought out her probing tongue. As one hand cupped a breast, Ben’s lips closed over it, and he sucked it deep into his mouth.Then he pulled her onto his lap. Sliding a hand caressingly up her thigh, Ben told her what he had in mind, “I would like us to have today a new sexy-hot foreplay. You must tell me if you agree.”“Yes, yes! What will we do?”“You’ll be stretched out on the desk again.”“Yes, like last time. I loved it! God, you made me come!”“This time, I’ll eat and fuck your pussy! Change over, taking you again and again right to the edge of coming. Do you want that, Erika? Will you allow me to do that?”“God, yes! Can’t wait! But I won’t be able to stop coming. Feel me. I’m wet already.”“And then, when you twist and turn on the table in the grip of almost coming, I am going to take some shots of you on my iPad. I want to remember you like this when I text you from Germany and Australia. Will you let me photograph you like that?”This time Erika could not find words to answer. Instead, her lips found his for a hotly affirming kiss before she freed herself from Ben’s embrace to stand up. She was ready to begin when Ben’s “Wait” stopped her.He took off his robe and spread it over the desk. Then he pulled the chair close and lifted Erika onto the desk’s edge. He kissed her lightly on the lips and asked, “Do you want to give me your pussy now? Show me first how it likes to be kissed?”Erika laughed. Then her enterprising tongue began to give Ben an expert lesson. Then Erika sank back on the desk and invitingly spread her legs.Ben sat down in the chair, lifted Erika’s legs on his shoulders and began, with broad strokes of his tongue, to lick her – by him now so well-known pussy – wide open. He also closed in token bites his teeth over her pussy’s lips as he sucked them hard. Erika’s belly heaved, and her sex ground against his mouth as her ass lifted off the table. And Ben heard the sweet kaçak bahis siteleri music of Erika’s gasps and half-swallowed cries, and then the shrill ones as his tongue found her clit and a finger pushed into her cunt.When Ben stood up, with Erika’s legs on his shoulders – she had crossed them behind Ben’s neck holding him captive – his rock-hard cock rammed full-length into her. Erika greeted it with a triumphant shout. It became a drawn-out whimper as he bent forward to kiss her, which forced his cock into the ultimate depth.Not wanting to push Erika further over the edge, Ben pulled back into an upright stance. He continued to fuck Erika with, at first, slow, pussy-lip-teasing strokes as he caressed her beautiful breasts. Erika’s eyes were on Ben’s lips as he told her that he loved her. That he was crazy about her, could not get enough of her. And he panted, that soon he was going to eat her hot, sexy pussy again because it was at its most delicious after having been fucked!As he pressed out these words, Ben fucked Erika now with ever harder thrusts. Erika met them with guttural moans and urging counterthrusts out of her hips. It was Ben that had to pull back from the edge of tumbling into a climax. As he sat down, Erika, her thighs shaking, immediately pressed her throbbing pussy onto his mouth to gain more of the pleasure the withdrawal of his cock had denied.But Ben held her away for quite a while. Instead, he began kissing the soft inside of her thighs, sucking her, marking her as his. He selfishly relished that Erika’s husband would never see that it was so. And when his tongue brushed lightly over her pussy as he passed from one thigh to the other, he saw that Erika’s fingers were pressing her pearly clit out of its sheath. It was an invitation that Ben could not refuse.Ben knew that he could not tease Erika’s oversexed, little clit too much without sweeping her into a climax. So, he only began a play of circling licks over her clit and feasted mostly – with sucking and teasing bites – on the swelling-up lips of Erika’s pussy. It made her gasp and whimper, and Ben tasted the hot juices welling out of her cunt. Her quivering thighs, her frantic hands in his hair told Ben that the waves of a coming were more than just licking at her defences.So, Ben stood up. As he reached for his Pad, Erika’s hands urged his cock into her pussy. As Ben began to fuck her sensuously slowly, Erika stretched out. In a show of wanton lust, she arched her tits and perky nipples in the air. And Ben, as he took the first snaps, could read from her lips, her face expressing her lascivious pleasure, a repeated “Fuck me! Look at me! Yes, Ben, Yes! Fuck my pussy! Do you love my tits? Love what you see!”

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A love most can but dreamJust thinking of Him Makes her weakAnd wet filled with lustA lust she’s never known Laying her core kaçak iddaa raw His eyesGlacier blueDamn His eyesHis touch His kaçak bahis voiceFew wordsO he knewHis control She wanted HimShe illegal bahis needed HimNever to shareJust for herselfTo be his Only Holding him tightDancing to the musicOnce moreHis voice in her ear”Which one?”His tone a chill Being leadOver to a lonely manButShe was ready to giveUp her halo to HimWith a sigh”Yes, he shall do.”   

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Roommates Doug and Emily were in bed together in her loft apartment. It was a rare night together. They had sex about once a week, and it was usually quick and almost violent.Doug liked to take her suddenly, unexpectedly, in the hot tub, in the kitchen, once on the front steps of their townhouse late at night. It was all over in a couple of minutes. She enjoyed it — but she also missed the slow, casual, loving, chat-between-trysts that she had enjoyed with Jason before he reunited with his girlfriend. I like to be fucked, she told herself, but I also want to be loved. Doug was a bit deficient at loving — but very good at fucking.Jason was good at loving but hopelessly in love with Rachel, his flighty girlfriend, and dedicated to proving his single-minded devotion to her. Emily had not been in love with Jason. She liked him, but he was dependent and vulnerable, required too much of her time and more sex than she wished to give. If I could find a compromise between Doug and Jason, my love life would be perfect, she thought. Except that I’m just a fuck buddy for both of them. Should I be disturbed that at twenty-nine years old, I don’t have a real romantic partner?So, she had looked forward to a whole night together with Doug as his girlfriend was visiting her parents upstate. After Doug’s usual quick emission in her, they settled down to a long evening of companionship in bed and the intimacy that Emily missed in their relationship.She was sitting on top of Doug, looking at his feet, rocking gently backwards and forwards, enjoying the feel of his penis inside her, his hands on her hips, her breasts bouncing up and down gently. It was the kind of bahis şirketleri sex she most enjoyed: casual, unhurried, and punctuated with humorous and romantic chat. She was working her way toward a climax when she heard Jason on the stairs leading to her loft.”Emily, are you up there?””Doug and I are here!” Emily shouted, warning him that she was not alone.”I need to talk to you. I really need to talk to you.”Emily sighed. What to do? During her pause of indecision, the profile of Jason appeared in the low light at the top of the stairs. In alarm, she grabbed for a sheet to cover herself and Doug.”Jesus, Jason! We’re fucking!” Doug said from beneath her.Jason ignored him and walked to the futon and sat down, facing away from their co-joined bodies. “Rachel just told me she’s having sex with another man. We promised to be faithful to each other when we got back together. I don’t know what to do.” He was crying.”Oh, God, your girlfriend, again!” said Doug,”Shh,” Emily hushed Doug, swatting at him with a hand. It had been a month since Jason had broken off his sexual relationship with Emily to resume his romance with Rachel. Emily pushed an uncharitable thought of “good riddance” out of her mind, eased herself off Doug, and sat on her knees behind Jason, still holding the sheet to her breasts and touching his shoulder with her hand.”Jason,” she said, “I don’t know what we can do.”Jason seemed to realize for the first time that he had interrupted them in the middle of coitus. “I’m sorry, Emily,” he moaned, “I didn’t notice. I’m sorry, Doug.”Doug snorted in disgust. “Maybe we could talk about this tomorrow morning.”Emily put a hand over his mouth. bahis firmaları “Be quiet, Doug. Jason needs sympathy.””I’m sorry, Jason,” Doug said grudgingly. “What can we do for you?””I don’t want to be alone,” Jason said. “You two are my best friends and Emily, I love you. But I’m sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave.” He started to rise to his feet.Emily turned around and looked at Doug, still lying on his back, naked. He shrugged.Emily pulled Jason back down to the futon. ‘It’s okay, Jason. Stay awhile and we’ll talk and try to make you feel better.” She hugged Jason from behind, her breasts pressed against his back.Jason lay down with them and the three of them stretched out side by side, Doug and Emily naked under a sheet, Jason fully clothed. Emily cuddled Jason in her arms.”Have you forgotten about me?” Doug asked, his hands beneath the sheet running up and down Emily’s naked back and buttocks. “We were in the middle of something, if you recall.””I’m sorry,” said Jason, choked with tears. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just need company. I am such a loser!””Oh, no, Jason, you are a kind and gentle person — and it was my privilege to be your lover.”Doug whispered in Emily’s ear, “Can we just continue? Jason can stay if he wants to. My throbbing member doesn’t care.” He spooned around Emily’s backside and she felt his hardened penis between her legs.”Can we make love again?” asked Jason. “For forever this time. I’m not going to pledge fidelity to my girlfriend when she returns. If she returns.” His voice broke. “But it’s not fair to you and Doug that I’m here tonight. Go ahead. Don’t mind me. I don’t want to be alone.””Jason has spoken,” said kaçak bahis siteleri Doug. “Let’s get back to it!””I’m not sure I can. I’ve never done sex with three people in the bed.””I have. Try. Now.” Doug pulled her away from Jason and embraced her.Emily’s interest was piqued. “Really?” she said to Doug. “You’ve been in bed with two men? Or women?””Women. Yes.”She giggled, “A threesome?””Yes. Do you want to hear about it?””Oh, yes, I do. But first…” She thought about her situation, naked in a bed between two men, one naked, his hand on her hip, the other with tears running down his cheeks. She mentally shrugged and turned her head to speak to Jason. “Doug and I are going to finish and then we’ll get back to your problems. Is that okay?””Don’t mind me.””How about taking that reverse cowgirl position again? I was liking that,” Doug said.Emily sat up, pulling the sheet up with her, then thought, Oh, shit, Jason and I have fucked fifty times. He knows what I look like — and it’s almost dark. She dropped the sheet, sat on Doug and maneuvered her body to capture his penis in her vagina. She gasped. She put her hands on Doug’s ankles and began to stroke up and down the length of him — and glanced at Jason. He was watching her. She had a moment of gratification. Jason, this is what you’ve been missing — while you’ve been chasing that flighty bitch you love, she thought. I’m going to fuck Doug real good.She continued thinking while caressing Doug’s large penis in the folds of her vagina. I want to keep on fucking Doug. And do it more often. And with more romance. Jason? He’ll be there for me unless or until his girlfriend comes back. Thus worked the mind of the rational and logical physicist, impaled on the stiff penis of a man whom she loved while another man she almost loved was lying by her side — and, she noticed, looking attentively at her as her breasts and hips bounced.

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Chapter TenThe hour after Andy led me out of the room and into the waiting crowd passed in something of a daze.The study door closed behind us with a clunk, leaving Amanda alone to deal with the messy physical aftermath of her unexpected copulation. The emotional aftermath would have to wait. As Andy and I passed into the main room, the expectant guests turned to greet me.Then, with a short speech and much backslapping, my promotion to Junior Partner was announced.Had my head been in the right place, I would have enjoyed the many and sincere congratulations that came my way. But it wasn’t. Stunned by all I had just witnessed all I could do was smile dumbly and try to feel the goodwill around me.A glass of champagne was thrust into my hand. I downed it almost in one. It was immediately replaced and as I sipped the second more slowly, I noticed my wife slipping out of the study door and trying discreetly to make her way around the crowd to the ladies’ room. She was unsuccessful in this, the eager wives of other partners drawing her reluctantly into the crowd where more champagne was thrust upon the pair of us.Amanda looked very uncomfortable indeed, though she had fixed her make-up almost perfectly and was playing the happy, supportive wife as well as her traumatised body and newly unfaithful mindset would allow. Only I could see the pain and sadness in her eyes, especially when her warmly congratulating female friends told her over and over again how lucky she was to have a confident and successful man like me for a husband.The expression on her face when her eyes caught mine was enough to prevent me being anything but humble.Eventually, I had to escort her to the ladies’ room myself before being drawn into the celebrations once again. She remained there for a long time before emerging. Twice more in the next hour, I saw her head to the ladies’ again but at the time, didn’t grasp the significance.It was after midnight when we drove home together. Amanda sat silently in the front passenger seat for almost the entire journey, her body language making it clear that conversation with me was unwanted. We were nearly home before I could contain myself no longer and spoke hesitantly to the huddled form in the seat alongside me, staring through the passenger window and into the darkness of the night.“Are you okay?” I ventured.It was a pathetic start, but at least the ice was broken.“How the hell do you think I am?” Amanda snapped. It was uncharacteristically aggressive, but I deserved it.“I… I’m not sure,” I stammered.The response was immediate and shocked me.“You just watched your boss fuck your wife to save you from jail, and you’re not sure if she’s okay?”She was hissing with a passion I had never seen before. I had hardly ever heard her use the ‘f’ word, let alone with such venom.“Amanda I…” I began but she cut me off.“And I’ve got to let him fuck me every week for God knows how long until you’ve paid back all that money! You’ve just turned your wife into a whore, and that’s all you can say is ‘I’m not sure’?”“I’m so sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I just don’t know how to say it.”“So it seems!” her voice was quieter now but hard and controlled.There was a long pause. I didn’t dare speak; anything I might say would almost certainly be wrong.“Still, you’re the Big Man now, you’re the Junior Partner,” Amanda eventually said bitterly. “Did you enjoy all the congratulations and back-slapping?”“How could I have done anything else?” I protested, trying weakly to defend myself.She ignored me completely, staring me angrily ahead as her voice became even colder.“You just stood there drinking champagne while I had to try and stop your boss’s semen trickling down the back of my legs. In front of everyone!”Oh my God! Of course, all those times had she tried to escape to the ladies’ room!Christ! Andy must have left one hell of a lot of cum inside her.“I’m so, so sorry,” I repeated, trying hard to keep the car straight on the road. “I don’t know what else I can say. ““It doesn’t seem to have crossed your mind that he didn’t use any protection and I’m not on the pill!”“Jesus, Amanda!” I gasped.She was right. In all the excitement and humiliation, it really hadn’t occurred to me. güvenilir bahis But it was true; after my vasectomy, we hadn’t had to think about birth control at all. Andy had fucked Amanda bareback and cum copiously in her entirely unprotected body.“Think about it now, ‘Junior Partner’!” she hissed angrily. “Do you like the idea of your wife getting knocked up by your boss?”We travelled in silence for a few minutes, my mind spinning. On top of all I had just seen, could she really be pregnant too?“It’s not my fertile time,” she said eventually, calming down a little. “I’ll get the morning-after tablets first thing tomorrow, and go back on the pill properly next week, okay?”“Thank you,” was all I could manage to say.There was another pause followed by a long sigh.“It looks like I’m going to need birth control for a long time now, doesn’t it?”Her words, though justified, hurt badly. But I breathed a silent sigh of relief as we drove home in silence, the air in the car pungent with the smell of recent sex.Once home, Amanda immediately took herself upstairs. A minute later I heard the shower running. I made fresh coffee in the kitchen then carried two mugs upstairs along with two large brandies. As I entered our bedroom, my wife had just come out of the shower and had a large white bath towel wrapped around her lovely slim body.“Do you feel any better now?” I asked, offering her the tray.She chose the brandy, drank it down in one gulp then grimaced.“I feel cleaner,” she replied, sitting on the bed. “On the outside at least.” She shrugged. “I guess this is something I’ll have to get used to.”“You have every right to feel angry,” I said, ashamed.After taking off my jacket and tie, I sat close by her on the mattress. She smelled fresh and clean, but her face and chest were still flushed from her recent orgasms.“I think I deserve the whole truth now, don’t you?” she asked quietly but firmly. “Absolutely everything.”She was right and I knew it. In truth, it was a relief to get it all off my chest; to confide in her all the stratagems and subterfuges I had used. Andy’s investigations had been very thorough indeed, but even he hadn’t uncovered all of my illegal efforts.For the next hour, we went through all I had done in detail, over and over again. This time I was completely open about how I had deliberately defrauded the company to give us the lifestyle we wanted for ourselves and our kids.I tried to explain that there really had been a plan to repay the money – at least at first – but that it had all got out of hand, and now even those good intentions had been thwarted by being discovered.Amanda’s incisive mind asked all the difficult questions I had dreaded. All I could do was answer honestly and directly. When I had finished, she could not believe I had been so stupid and now, of course, neither could I.“You could still pull out of the deal,” I told her when she had asked all she wanted. “It might not end in jail.”“Jail or no jail, it would mean bankruptcy,” she replied. “How could we live then? Everything would change. Think of the damage it would do to the kids if it got round that their father was a crook. No, there’s no way out of this apart from Andy’s deal.”I hung my head in shame.“Besides,” she added with resignation. “The damage is already done! I’m a whore now, aren’t I? I’ve been fucked for money. Have you thought how you’re going to feel about that because I have no idea how I’ll live with it!”I reached across and held her hand. Her body tensed at first, then relaxed a little.“You’re a wonderful wife and mother who cares about her family.” I insisted, very much aware that it was my actions that had put her in this invidious position. “What you were prepared to do for us is beyond belief!”“What you did was beyond belief too,” she hissed.“I know. I’m so, so sorry. I’d do anything to put it right.”“He doesn’t want you, though. He wants me!”“I know. I’m sorry.”“For Christ’s sake, stop saying you’re sorry. I know you’re sorry. I’m sorry! We’re all sorry!”There was a pause. I tried to hold her hand, but she bunched them both into fists.“What if it changes things between us?” she eventually asked. “What if you can’t bear to live with a whore? How will you feel when I güvenilir bahis siteleri come home afterwards, and you know what I’ve been doing? What if you can see the signs on my body? He’s going to fuck me every week for what could be years, remember that!”“I swear, Amanda, I will never leave you or think less of you for doing this. If you’ll stick with me, I’ll stick with you, no matter what happens.”“You swear?”“I swear!”I took her in my arms and hugged her as closely as she would let me. The towel fell away, and I could see her orgasm-flushed chest clearly. My heart and loins ached.“They say Andy always keeps his promises,” I said in a vain attempt to comfort her.“I guess we’re going to find out,” she replied quietly. Chapter ElevenHours later, I lay awake, watching the clock on the dresser, counting away the night hours. Beside me, Amanda slept fitfully, exhausted but troubled.What had I done to her and to my family? Had I really turned my wife into a whore? Had I really made myself a cuckold too?Could our marriage possibly survive this onslaught?My mind tormented me with vivid images of all I had seen that night; of my wife’s first-ever infidelity; of the look of shock on her face as for the first time in her life, another man’s erect penis entered her body. Of the extraordinarily conflicted feelings that flashed through me as I had watched myself both being cuckolded and saved from jail at the same time.But the images that simply would not go away were those of my sweet, intelligent wife and the mother of our two children reaching orgasm after orgasm on another man’s cock in a way she had seldom if ever achieved on mine.“Are you awake?” Amanda’s voice was soft and slightly dreamy.“I can’t sleep,” I replied. “Can you?”“Not really,” she replied. “I’m too mixed up, too confused.”She sounded it too. In the stillness of the night, her entirely justified anger of earlier had completely gone, replaced by a wounded, insecure vulnerability that was as unfamiliar as the anger had been.“I’m sure you are. I’m so sorry this has all fallen on you. If I’d known…” I began, but then stopped.It had all been said already. Silence descended for a while then, just as I thought she had fallen asleep again, she spoke.“How did you feel, watching me?” she asked in a low, quiet voice.“What?”“Did you enjoy watching me being fucked?”“Of course not!”Part of me was stunned by her continued free use of the ‘f’ word; something that had never happened before in all our relationship. My reply was automatic, but as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true.What was more, I was sure Amanda knew it too. My bright, intelligent wife knew that beneath the horror of watching her being fucked to orgasm by another man, I had found the whole thing incredibly, unbearably, almost frighteningly arousing.This disturbed me more than I could understand; certainly, more than I could tell her.“You didn’t even try to stop it happening. You just stood and watched him do it to me,” her voice was still soft, but the accusation was clear.“I know. I don’t know what came over me,” I told her honestly. “At first it was shock, I guess. Then perhaps it was fear of breaking the deal before it had even started.”“There was more to it than that,” she insisted. “The look on your face when he… when I…”Her voice faded to silence. I gulped nervously, knowing only too well what she meant, but unable to say the words aloud. I could barely admit them to myself. To my shame, I tried to deflect some of the blame back onto my wife.“Maybe I should have felt differently,” I replied nervously. “But we had both agreed it should happen, and once it had started; once he was actually inside you, it looked like you were really enjoying it. It didn’t look like you wanted me to stop it.”Amanda shuddered visibly. I expected her to scream at me again but instead, she fell silent for a full minute.“Was it that obvious?” she eventually asked.I almost choked in shock.“What?” I said once again, sitting up in surprise. “You mean…”She nodded, her eyes unable to meet mine. There was a long pause. My heart was thumping in my chest as the terrible words came out of her sweet mouth.“I did enjoy it. I didn’t want to; I thought I would iddaa siteleri hate it as much as I hated him. I didn’t want him to even touch me, let alone fuck me, but one he had started…”“You just couldn’t help yourself?” I suggested.I felt rather than heard her nod her head alongside me.“I wondered whether that was it,” I continued. “I’ve never seen you cum as hard as that in your whole life! Not once in all our years of lovemaking have you come anywhere near the orgasms Andy gave you!”“It’s true. I’ve never felt like that before.”“And at the end, when he came, you wanted that inside you too, didn’t you?”There was another movement, which I took for a nod.“You were reaching out for him, pulling him into you, wrapping your legs around him…”I felt her shoulders move again, and realised she was crying in the darkness.“Darling,” I whispered, holding her stiff body tightly.“Are you disgusted with me now?” she sobbed.“Why would you think that?” I asked, stunned.There was a long pause.“Because I’m disgusted with myself.”I had not been expecting this. Anger, yes. Resentment and accusations; of course, but self-disgust?“That’s ridiculous,” I insisted sincerely. “You could never disgust me. Never. You did what you had to do. We agreed, there wasn’t a choice, was there?”“But I should have hated it,” her voice was getting louder and more emotional. “It’s bad enough being fucked at all; I shouldn’t have let it happen like that. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to enjoy it so much.“I feel dirty, I feel soiled, disgusted. I feel ashamed.”She continued to sob. I squeezed her tighter.“Amanda, look at me. It’s good that you enjoyed it. I’m pleased you got so much pleasure, “I whispered, though it was an outrageous lie. “It would have been far worse if you’d hated it, wouldn’t it? You mustn’t feel guilty. I’m the guilty one here.”“Do you really mean it?” she asked through her tears. “You still feel the same about me?”“Of course, I do.”It was a lie. No man’s feelings could possibly remain unchanged after all that had happened, especially if he was responsible for the whole sorry thing.She cried a while longer, her chest rising and falling under the duvet.“Will you make love to me?” she eventually asked.“You really want me to?” I asked, surprised.“I need to believe you still love me,” Amanda replied, her deep blue eyes full of pain. “Even though I’m soiled now.”“I will always love you, no matter what you have to do. I swear it,” I insisted, this time with more conviction. It was nothing but the truth, after all.“Then will you? Please?”In reply, I rolled over and gently mounted her battered body, raising her nightdress to her waist. Her long legs parted for me and a moment later I was positioned at her entrance, ready to penetrate her recently violated vagina.Even in the darkness I could see how puffy and distended her outer lips had become, how raw and open her slit still was and the dark hole of her gaping entrance.“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.“I need to feel you inside me,” she replied. “I need to know we’re still… still us!”I gently pressed myself forward, my very-erect cock parting her inner lips. She gasped and wriggled her hips. I pressed forwards again, opening her entrance and smoothly penetrating her well-used vagina.Amanda winced as I entered her, the discomfort clearly greater than she had expected. I backed off immediately, but she pulled me towards her again.“It’s okay,” she whispered.“But it’s hurting you…”“Please. I need you!”Slowly and carefully, I pressed my hips forward, driving my erect cock deeper and deeper into my wife’s vagina. There was no hint of resistance; I slipped full-length into her in a single smooth thrust. As I bottomed out inside her, my pubic hair ground against her mound.Amanda winced again and bit her lower lip hard as my erection found its place within her body.“Sore?” I asked. She nodded.The pain was clearly visible in those deep blue eyes, but there was something else there too; something new and for both of us, entirely unexpected.What in God’s name had he done to her? Amanda and I had enjoyed passionate, energetic sex many times, but I had never left her as raw or open as this. Her usual tightness was completely gone, her dark cavern loose and slippery around my shaft.My head span as, for the first time in my life, I tasted the bittersweet pleasure of sloppy seconds.The vagina in which my cock now lay, and which until that night had known only my erect cock, had only…

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From the view of a Nephew.It was getting on for a year since I was left humiliated for the second time.It had taken me nine months to get over it all, or so I thought. I’d been lucky in meeting a nice girl and finding out that there was nothing wrong with me. I was enjoying sex and wasn’t thinking about fucking Auntie Ellie.Now I was almost broken again. *** “You’re going and there are no excuses,” my Mum moaned down the phone to me.“Yes, ok… sure. Will be round by 7 pm to walk with you, Dad and Sophie. I will just sign the card,” I moaned down the line, before putting the phone down.“What’s wrong, Zack?” Lucy said.I hadn’t long moved into my flat and she was helping me with the food shopping. We had been together two months and Lucy was my first girlfriend.“Family party. I don’t want to go to. Haven’t got time for them anymore. Some of them are idiots,” I continued to moan.She must have seen that I was upset by it all.“When?” she asked.“Tomorrow.”“I could have gone but I’m working that evening,” she kindly said. “All families have idiots… my one does. Just ignore them and spend time with the ones you like,” she said.That all made sense. But two members of my family were not quite idiots, but sexual deviants. I wouldn’t expose any girlfriend to them, let alone my first, who I had only been with for two months.There was no way I would take her. It was going to be awkward enough as it was.“You’re so good… come here. There’s only one person I would want to spend the night with,” I said.I kissed her passionately. Before I knew it, I was hard and she had jumped on me, with her legs around me.Lucy was petite. Maybe five-foot-two I was smaller than average, five-foot-eight, but I felt tall around Lucy.We kissed, as I took her over to the bed. She was all wrapped around me.We were both young, only nineteen years old and inexperienced at the time.Lucy was flexible and almost weightless. She had long blonde hair and an angelic face. There was a bit of a deviant in there. I had started to see it come through after only two months.She whipped my bahis siteleri top off as soon as we landed on my bed. Pulled my trousers down and started giving me a blow job. She loved giving them. They were a little rough sometimes but they were good.I squirted my spunk in her mouth shortly after and she swallowed it all. She loved it.I started to finger her. Putting my hands down her jeans. Soon she was wet and wanting it.“Fuck me quickly before we have to go out for dinner.”I took my hand out and put a condom on. I always hated condoms. By the time it was on, Lucy was naked and when I approached her, she spread her legs wide. I looked at her small, tight, completely shaven pussy.“Quickly then,” She laughed.I carefully put my cock in her.  I was a little nervous being inexperienced and started to fuck her missionary style. Her pussy felt good and was soaking wet. The power of youthful sex.Her perky boobs hardly moved as I fucked her and had two large laser pointers for nipples, poking about an inch out from her boobs. Her areolas were disproportionally big to her boobs and scattered across them were several small little bumps.When I slowed down from fucking her on top, I nibbled on them and sucked them. I didn’t mess around and squirted my semen in my condom, just before I felt the gush of her climax.Twice in under an hour, I had climaxed. I was nineteen years old. *** “Who the fuck do these pants belong to?” She screamed in the morning.It was only the second time she had slept over. I was restless in the night thinking about today and was completely taken back by this screaming.I was just waking up.“What Lucy… what is wrong?”“You are cheating scumbag,” She shouted.I had just opened my eyes and looked across at her. She was already dressed and had made breakfast. I had slept in, as I didn’t sleep well.She looked nice too. Skinny black jeans and a vest, which showed off her perky boobs. Braless, too.In her hands were the French knickers I had stolen from Auntie Ellie a few years ago. I had no idea what to say. I hadn’t been in my flat canlı bahis siteleri long. I hadn’t even looked at them since the humiliation.She looked at the label.“Fantasie… kinky make, Zack,” She shouted.“Is she better than me then…hey…” She continued.She messed about with them and expanded them out in front of her. They did look big as she held them out. Each of her delicate small hands holding one corner of the frilly edges. She was only a size 6 or an 8, they were double the size of hers.“A fucking size 14… well they clearly weren’t for me… Is she a curvy girl, this bitch? Big boobs as well… You like fucking her big fat arse..You’re disgusting,” She screamed, with tears in her eyes.Lucy threw them at my face and stormed out.I didn’t follow her.What could I say?“Well, they are my auntie’s pants, Lucy. I’m obsessed with her, I want to fuck that curvy mature body and devour her big mummy boobs and fuck her round rump arse.”I couldn’t say or do anything.It was like they were humiliating me again. This time without even knowing it.I picked them up from my duvet and smelled them and felt their silky, sexy material. Despite being upset, I had an instant hard-on. I hadn’t touched them in a year.Lucy was my first proper relationship, although now it looked like it was over. Seeing her touch them, holding them in front of her; it made me realise she was just a girl in comparison. Those big pants belonged to a real woman: an experienced one, a woman who knew what she was doing, a sex goddess.I took them down under the duvet and started to rub my cock with them. A little quicker, as I thought of Auntie Ellie in them. Then how she rode Uncle Geoff, with that arse wobbling around. Her big boobs, so juicy. That pretty, attractive face. Lucy was just a mere girl.I soiled them with my semen.I hadn’t done that for a year. ***  When they let us in. They were nice to me.Auntie Ellie welcomed me in and kissed me on my cheek. I blushed and could see Uncle Geoff grin.I felt my cock start to harden.I grabbed Sophie by the arm, and I looked for Jessica, canlı bahis Dan, and Craig; I almost ran towards them.The party was like what normally happened at these events. The cousins were in the front room and adults in the lounge; although we were all adults now.I was happy with that arrangement. I didn’t want to be around them.I was anxious about going to the toilet and being close to their bedroom. I didn’t trust myself in not going in there. I spent the first three hours refusing any drinks, playing on their console, and chatting. *** “Snacks ready and game of cards for us all,” Auntie Julia came in and said.She was always so nice and pleasant. More like my dad than her other sibling, Uncle Geoff. The oldest of the siblings, she must have been fifty-three or fifty-four years old. Older than Uncle Chris and she had, my cousin, Craig, a little later in life.Harsh as it sounds, she looked it too. Uncle Geoff teased her, saying she was on HRT in her thirties, much to the annoyance of Uncle Chris.She looked like she worked in a library, always seemed to dress very conservatively. She didn’t have a womanly body. Tallish for a woman, about five-foot-eight, but straight, like an ironing board. Nothing to play with there.She always went on about being a great mum, staying off work and breastfeeding. Well, Craig must have been starving. They were A cups, maybe B cups. Unlike Auntie Ellie, her’s were Ds or DDs now, they were bigger than when I last saw her.Auntie Julia was jealous of them. Blamed being a mum for ruining her boobs, whilst Auntie Ellie didn’t breast feed. I thought Jessica and Dan missed out on an absolute feast of luscious milk feeding on them. I would have complained not getting milk from those fleshy milk producers.I did feel sorry for Uncle Chris, as nice as she was. You didn’t get the impression Auntie Julia was fun to be with.He must have listened to uncle Geoff’s boasts of his sex and looked at Auntie Ellie. She was over ten years younger than his wife. She had a real woman’s body. Big boobs he seemed to always stare at. It must have drove him wild with envy.Thankfully, Auntie Ellie and Uncle Geoff were not in the kitchen. I spoke to Uncle Chris and my parents and got some food.I took a deep breath and headed into the lounge to play cards.

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 I heard her whispered call in the night – soft, gentle, yet with an urgency. Rising (not knowing if I was awake) and walking towards her, güvenilir bahis I glimpsed my vision of the night. Shimmering, almost translucent, güvenilir bahis siteleri she beckoned me to herself, placing iddaa siteleri her finger on my lips. She placed my hands on her breasts; I felt her desire peaking beneath my hands. Cupping my face with her fingers, we kissed. Passion bloomed with intensity. Her scent washed over my fingers as I caressed her petals. I carried her to the bed, where flowers bloom, but once a year.  

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Finally, the clock hit 4:30 and as luck should have it Stan was too busy to meet with me again.  It was probably for the best since I doubt I could have held back the burning lust and desire inside of me that the creature had both created and spread the flames of.  I popped the top off of my travel mug to ensure that the slime was still there.  The residual slime from this morning was still safely stored in the mug. I began to pack up my things at my desk.  When I reached to unplug my laptop from its dock, a wave of euphoria crashed over me.  The creature was toying with me, it had to be.  My mind became clouded with a red hot desire that I knew that I couldn’t satiate on my own. I braced myself on my desk and hoped that the remaining employees didn’t notice me.  I don’t know that I even had the mental faculties right now to make a coherent sentence let alone a believable excuse.  I could feel my legs becoming weak under me as it seemed like my brain was not processing anything that didn’t have to do with the pleasure. I quickly fell back into my seat before I fell over drawing attention to myself.  I realized that I was biting my lip and could feel the blush spreading through my cheeks.  My hips were gently gyrating as if they had a mind of their own and I had no inclination to stop them.  Anything to get me closer to what I wanted, no needed. What did the creature want?  Surely it couldn’t think that I could rip off my clothes here and pleasure myself on my desk.  It would certainly be one hell of a way to get fired.  A thought momentarily popped up in the back of my head before quickly being swallowed in the haze.  Could the creature see me, could it see me through my eyes or did it not know where I was at all?I could again feel my panties begin to absorb the wetness that was well underway.  As the thin fabric became wetter it began to stick and hold against my lips only increasing the pleasure as I softly gyrated.  The impulse to stick my hands in my pants was nearly overwhelming but I fought the impulse and tried to clear my mind as best I could. I needed to get away from my desk where I was so visible and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to make the trip to my car in my current state.  The only place that I could think of was the bathroom.  I pressed my palms against my desk and used my arms to help push myself upright. My legs were feeling slightly more stable under me but I didn’t fully trust that I could make it to the bathroom.  I decided that I couldn’t use the main bathroom again since it was too open and too many people could walk in and see whatever was to unfold.  The journey was a little bit longer but the single unisex bathroom could provide me the privacy I needed. I started my journey to the bathroom hanging close to the wall.  The wet fabric gently pulled on my lips only making the walk more challenging.  Along the way, I ran into several people who were leaving for the day and wanted to say goodbye.  Trying not to be rude I spoke with them briefly and I’m sure if I imagined it or not but it felt like the kaçak iddaa pleasure increased each time I had to speak with someone. Finally, I made it to the bathroom, and luckily it was unlocked and vacant.  I rushed inside and quickly clicked the lock.  The mirror in this bathroom was significantly smaller but it was more than large enough to allow plenty of the tentacles through. I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself in the mirror but nothing happened.  “Are you there?  Why aren’t you coming through?”  I began to become slightly frustrated, who am I kidding it was more than slightly.  I had rushed here because clearly, the creature wanted me to, and now it didn’t feel like showing up?I didn’t care if it was here or not I had to do something.  I quickly pulled up my sweater and bra exposing my breasts.  Without missing a beat my hand shot into my pants that I had unbuckled and found my moist flower.  I quickly coated two of my fingers with my own juices and plunged them into myself.  I brushed the middle and pointer finger on my other hand against the wetness on my lips and quickly found my clit.After a few seconds, I realized I couldn’t maintain this for long.  I took my other hand off my clit and used it to brace myself against the sink.  I twisted my wrist slightly more so that my palm was rubbing against my clit as I fingered myself.  Still, the mirror remained unchanged. “What the fuck?  I came here for you and even chose a bathroom where there would be no one else.  I need your touch on my body, I need the release.  I am here for you, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?  I need this!”Still, the mirror stayed in its current state.  I slammed my fist against the sink counter in frustration and decided that I had to take care of this myself.  I continued to finger myself as the sensation between my legs barely seemed to nudge.  I could always run back to my desk and grab my travel mug with the slime.I barely saw it out of the top of my view from being leaned against the counter, the slightest flex.  Had it actually flexed or was I imagining it simply because I wanted nothing more in the world?  I realized it had as the mirror flexed again.The first black tentacle pushed through as the mirror rippled around it.  I immediately straightened myself out and took a half step away from the sink.  My right-hand grabbed the bunched-up sweater and bra and pulled it up exposing myself as much as I could.  My left hand clumsily pulled my pants apart and down as much as I could.  Exposing more of the panties that clung tightly to me and had darkened in response to the depth of my arousal. I stood there exposed and begging for the creature to take me, use me, or whatever it wanted.  The tentacle slowly twisted in the air as three other tentacles emerged along with it.  In response to each tentacle emerging from the mirror, the aching sensation between my legs grew.  Why weren’t they doing anything?I took a step closer to the mirror to try and coax them further.  They began to slowly hover a few inches from my body without touching kaçak bahis me.  Slowly, they moved around me but it was as if they refused to touch me.  They had to touch me, they had to. “You must submit to me.””I will do whatever you want, I just need you to touch me and make me feel everything you have made me feel so far.  I am right here and I am ready for you.  I have to have you,” I responded. “You must submit to me fully.  You must become mine.””Yes, okay.  I just need you to do something.  I came here when you wanted me to.  Just take me.  Please just do it.”Still, the tentacles hovered around my body, like predators sizing up their prey.  I didn’t even care, I was happily walking myself into the predator’s mouth if it meant that I could finally orgasm.  Just thinking about my orgasm caused me to bite my lip slightly. I stood there still holding my clothing giving access to my body but it wasn’t enough.  What more could it want?  I couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer and I couldn’t leave without orgasming.  The thought fired off quickly in the back of my head before disappearing but I knew it was right.  I slowly lowered myself down to my knees so that I was now kneeling in front of the mirror and the tentacles. The tentacles had followed me as I knelt before the mirror.  I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and pushed my chest out to try and convey my offering.  It must have pleased the creature as one of the tentacles began to lightly rub itself against my neck slowly tracing its way up and along my jawline. Another tentacle began to wrap itself under my right breast but did not fully encompass it.  Instead, it stopped halfway around as if it was holding it while gently gliding back and forth against its own slime.  I didn’t need to open my eyes, I needed to simply get lost in the sensations.  That was all that mattered. I felt the third tentacle wrap itself around my left breast similar to how it was holding my right.  That left one more that I had seen before closing my eyes.  The tentacle that had been caressing my neck loosely wrapped once around my neck before continuing to pull itself higher.  The tentacle then began to wrap itself around my head in three loops covering my eyes completely.  It didn’t matter, and whatever worry or panic that popped up in my head was near instantaneously crushed under the pleasure.  My body went rigid in an instant as I felt the final tentacle begin to caress my inner thighs.  It was so close now to my wet slit that it would only take a few inches before it was buried inside of me. If I could have willed it that tentacle would have found its mark and begun ravishing me.  Instead, it continued to slowly spread its slime on the inside of my inner thighs.  I thought to grab the tentacle and bury it in me but I knew the creature wouldn’t like that and that I needed to keep holding my clothing out of its way. As if it could hear that thought, the tentacle between my legs began to rub slowly back and forth just barely invading my swollen lips.  The response was immediate in my illegal bahis body as the lust that I had felt multiplied.  I relaxed my body and gave in to the caressing and rubbing that I was slowly being given. The slime coated those small portions of my body as the tentacles worked the sweet nectar into my skin spreading its amazing effects.  I fought the urge to release my clothes and begin to lather my body in the slime.  The more it coated my body the better it would feel.  I fought that desire and kept my hands where they were keeping my body exposed to the creature. In response, the tentacle between my leg increased the speed at which it was rubbing between my lips, still not penetrating me though.  I tried to figure out if there was a way that I could twist my body to allow me to trick the tentacle inside of me but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to.  I relaxed against the embrace and realized that I had been moaning far too loudly. I had to be quieter or someone walking by the restroom could hear me and get me in trouble.  Although at this point I wouldn’t have cared.  They could barge in here and scream at me or join me, it wouldn’t have made a difference.  The creature must have liked something I thought because it ratcheted up the sensation a bit more. I was getting there, it was certainly slower than the creature has ever gone before but I could see the orgasm on the horizon.  At this rate, it would take far too long, so it must be prepared to speed things up soon.  It didn’t matter to me though, I just needed this.  I had to have this. I began to become more vocal as the speed and tempo began to increase almost imperceptibly.  My hips rocked and pressed against the tentacle between my legs and I held my chest out high so that the tentacles could easily fondle my breasts.  The tentacle around my head ensured that I couldn’t see anything but it only seemed to heighten the experience. “You must submit to me.  All of you.”With that voice booming in my head the tentacles began to retract from my body and head back for the mirror.  My eyes opened in surprise as the stimulation ceased.  I was still engulfed in darkness as the tentacle around my head slowly unwound itself.  The light from the bathroom blinded me as the tentacle began unwinding itself from my neck. No.  It couldn’t stop.  No, it has to continue.  I did what it wanted, I needed this.  I was left there kneeling on the floor in front of the mirror as the tentacles receded back into the mirror one at a time.  I let go of my clothing with both hands and quickly lunged at the mirror as the last tentacle crossed the surface. My palms hit the cold mirrored surface as the final ripple had ceased.  Feeling the solid surface against my hands felt like a gut punch.  I slammed my palms against the mirror out of anger and frustration.  I wanted nothing more than to scream and curse the creature for the state it had left me in. I straightened my arms and looked at myself in the mirror.  Half of my sweater had fallen and was now covering my left breast.  The sheen of the slime on my right breast reflected the bathroom light.  My pants were partially down with my panties still pulled off to one side.  My own juices and slime mixed together giving a slight shine in the light. 

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Chapter one – Taking care of business David gets laid off I remember that fateful day, when everything changed as if it were yesterday. It was about ten o’clock in the morning on a Friday, nearly two years ago when my David called home. “Connie, I have some bad news.” “What happened?” I asked nervously. “I got laid off. Permanently furloughed is the actual term they used. They let sixty-eight of us go today. Rumors are that there will be more layoffs in other locations next week,” David said. There was a noticeable quiver in his voice indicating that the news had truly shaken him. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry. Come on home and we’ll talk about it,” I replied, searching for the right thing to say. “No, a bunch of us are going to stop off at Legends for a drink before we head home,” David responded before adding, “On the good news side, they did give me three month’s severance pay to tide us over until I get another job.” Legends was a local bar that David and his friends frequented. “Well that’s something at least. David, it’s only ten o’clock. Legends isn’t even open yet. Come on home,” I pleaded. “I have to pack up my desk and sign the legal release to get the severance check. Legends opens at eleven. I couldn’t get there before then no matter what. I’ll have to turn in my company car too. So I’ll need you to pick me up at the bar. I’ll call you when I want you to come get me.” “If you don’t have your company car, how are you getting to Legends?” I asked. “Stewart is driving several of us over there. He said he’d buy the first three rounds.” Stewart was David’s boss and good friend. They had known each other since college. I realized that it must have been hard for Stewart to lay off his good friend. “Okay, call me when you are ready to be picked up.” It was a little after four. I still had not heard from David. I decided I would go check on him. I entered Legends and immediately spotted the raucous group of drunks in the back corner of the bar. David and his buddies had pulled three tables together. There were twelve or fourteen recently laid off drunks loudly complaining about ‘the fuckin’ Saudis fucking America in the ass’ by driving the price of oil so low.” They were drunk, loud, obnoxious and borderline belligerent. It took some persuasion, but I finally convinced David to abandon his friends and come home with me. As I look back over the past two years and reflect upon how my life has changed, I can honestly say that the change really started on that fateful Friday in August, 2014. Setting the stage I am twenty-six and my husband is twenty eight. We have been married six years and live in Lafayette, Louisiana. By any objective standard, I am considered attractive. I have long blonde hair, large green eyes, full lips and an engaging smile. At five foot ten inches tall with long legs, a slender figure, and smallish but perky breasts, I have often been told I should be a model. I will confess, I enjoy these comments as well as the looks of admiration I attract from men and women alike. I never even considered cheating on my husband, but knowing that others found me attractive, perhaps even desirable, did wonders for my self-esteem. I married David, while we were both students at LSU in Baton Rouge. When David graduated in 2011, we moved back to my home town, Lafayette, Louisiana where David accepted a job with an oilfield service company. David was quickly promoted to field engineer. The hours were long, the travel schedule was brutal, but the compensation was excellent. David’s job allowed us to live a very comfortable life. We bought our first home in an upscale neighborhood. Because bahis siteleri of the frequent business travel demanded by David’s job, I only saw my husband during those brief periods when he was not sitting on some well site either offshore in the Gulf of Mexico or on some barge in the snake infested waters of the Louisiana bayous. In short, we were financially secure, and we kept our marriage alive despite the long periods during which we were separated. It was not a perfect existence, but we managed to make it work for us. Then in 2014, the bottom fell out of the energy business. The global price of oil dropped rapidly from over $100 per barrel to less than $35 per barrel. Cutbacks, re-organizations, forced retirements and layoffs were rampant throughout the industry. David and I saw friends and relatives impacted in various ways. So it was not totally unexpected when we were impacted ourselves. I was concerned when David was ‘permanently furloughed’, but the news devastated him. David immediately started looking for another engineering position, however, with the entire industry in a state of disarray due to low oil prices, his prospects were slim to none. There were simply no jobs to be found for a young engineer with my husband’s limited years of experience. David and I both realized that if we were going to keep our house, I needed to find a job, and find one quickly. I was fortunate to land a job working as Tom’s executive secretary. Tom was the President and the primary owner of a company that manufactured specialty chemicals for oil companies throughout south Louisiana and offshore Gulf of Mexico. Tom started the company nearly thirty years ago, and had a small, but loyal client base. Tom was more than just the President and principal owner of his company. Tom was a dear family friend. I had known Tom since I was a little girl. I remember my family attending Tom’s wife’s funeral when she succumbed to ovarian cancer six or seven years ago. If I am really honest, I must admit that my getting this job had more to do with my father’s friendship with Tom than it did with my somewhat limited secretarial skills. Nonetheless, I was determined to work hard, learn the business and make sure Tom never regretted giving me this opportunity. The salary was far less than what David had been making as a field engineer, but it was sufficient to allow us to continue to pay our mortgage as well as our other essential bills if we scrimped and were careful. In the months following getting laid off, I saw David gradually lose hope of finding another engineering position. I watched helplessly as he started to fall into the bottle. He fell into a pattern of starting to drink in the afternoon, and was often ‘tipsy’ by the time I got home at six o’clock. I tried to talk with my husband about his drinking, but he’d become defensive and belligerent claiming he was only drinking beer and that I should ‘cut him some slack’. I understood the reasons for David’s despair. I even empathized with what he was dealing with. However, it was difficult to feel close to him during this period. Our sex life had become non-existent. Although I was distressed as I witnessed my husband wallow in self-pity and depression, I was genuinely enjoying working for Tom. Tom was kind, witty, intelligent and charming. At fifty two years old, he had that distinguished look of an older man of power and influence that some younger women find so very attractive. He also kept himself physically fit. I wondered silently why he never dated. He certainly would be a catch for any woman. We developed a close relationship that balanced canlı bahis siteleri serious work with light banter and harmless flirtation. Because he had known me since my childhood, and was still close friends with my father, I trusted him and felt safe around him, which allowed me to flirt a bit more than I should have. Tom never made any advances or inappropriate remarks, but he certainly let me know that he enjoyed seeing me, and found me attractive and fun. He frequently said, “If I were twenty years younger, your husband wouldn’t have a chance.’” I resisted the urge to tell him, “If you had any idea that my husband hasn’t touched me in months, you’d know that your age is not an issue here.” Tom’s business is threatened: It was the week before Christmas, 2015, when Tom came into the office visibly upset. I followed him into his office and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” “About what?” he barked back at me. His response was uncharacteristically curt and harsh. Immediately his demeanor changed. “Connie, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m feeling overwhelmed right now and I’m pissed.” “Who are you pissed at? Hopefully not me?” “No, I’m not mad at you, far from it. You are my one ‘ray of sunshine’ around here.” “So what’s wrong?” “It’s that fucking supply chain manager over Gulf States Energy. He’s demanding a twenty two percent price reduction effective January first. He says it’s needed because of the low oil prices. Connie, there’s no way I can afford to cut prices that much…and I sure can’t afford to lose these sales either. He’s one of our biggest clients. But he’s simply not listening to reason,” Tom complained, talking as much to himself as he was to me. “I’m sorry you are having to deal with this. I guess the entire industry is going through cost cutting efforts,” I responded, trying to be supportive. “I know these guys are under pressure just like the rest of us, but they don’t seem to understand that I can’t sell products at a loss.” “Surely they understand that. I mean no one is going to sell them chemicals at that price, right?” I asked rhetorically. “No, that’s the thing. Someone will simply water down their chemicals and sell them a diluted product. And the supply chain at Gulf States guys won’t give a fuck. They’ll get to claim that they got a huge cost savings. But the chemicals won’t work as well. It will cause the guys running the facilities absolute fits. It’ll be a completely fucked up decision. And on top of that, I’ll be a huge step closer to being out of business.” Tom never used profanity in my presence before which told me that he was frustrated and concerned, perhaps even scared. Additionally, Tom’s last comment shocked me back to reality. If he lost this account, he was going to have to start cutting personnel too, and I would likely lose my job in the process. With David out of work, I needed this job. I needed it badly. “Tom, what can I do to help?” “Nothing, really. I am heading over to New Orleans tomorrow to meet with the technical staff to try to make them understand that cheaper is not necessarily better. I will take the head of supply chain out for dinner and drinks tomorrow night as well. Hopefully I can ‘pull a rabbit out of the hat’ and save this account.” Tom did not sound confident about the likelihood of salvaging this account. “You should take me with you.” “Are you serious? It’s an overnight trip. And honestly, Connie, the meetings in the afternoon with the technical staff will be completely professional , but dinner and drinks tomorrow night might get a bit raunchy. I know this guy. I will probably have to take him to a strip club, or canlı bahis worse.” “Tom, I’m not a vestal virgin. I’ve been to Mardi Gras and I’ve seen plenty of debauchery in the French Quarter. I can handle myself and I think I can be very persuasive when I want to be. And your company and my job hang in the balance, right?” Tom was still not convinced. “What will your husband say?” “Oh, I doubt David would even notice I didn’t come home. He’ll be drinking beer all evening until he falls asleep on the couch.” I replied, more candidly than I intended. “So he’s not doing too well, huh?” “No, and I’m disappointed in him. He seems to be wallowing in self-pity most days.” “Try not to be too hard on him. It’s tough being out of work.” “I know it is, Tom. So let’s make sure you and I are not in the same boat. Let me help you convince these guys that they want to keep their business with us, and they want to allow us to remain profitable.” Tom, ultimately agreed to allow me to accompany him on this business trip. That night, over dinner, I explained the situation to David. I explained that the threat of losing this account was very real, and if we did, I would be out of a job. I was pleased that David not only understood my need to accompany Tom on this trip, he was actually supportive. “Connie, you need to understand that these oilfield guys will expect you to flirt and joke with them. They may say some pretty crude things, pardon the pun. They will understand where the limits are, but you can’t get too offended, and you’ll need to flirt back a bit to keep them interested,” David coached. “I get it. Flirt, but don’t let things get too far out of hand. I think I can handle these guys for one evening.” “I might have some guys over for poker night then,” David said, indicating I really wouldn’t be missed. “Try not to break anything.” The next morning, I met Tom at the office and we headed west on I-10 towards New Orleans around 8:30 a.m. I wore a navy blue business suit, white blouse and blue pumps. “You look very professional, very nice,” Tom complimented me. “Thank you. I did pack something a bit racier for our entertaining this evening, but I felt that I should look professional in their office this afternoon.” “Good plan. What are you wearing tonight?” “You’ll see. I want it to be a surprise, but I think you’ll like it,” I teased. We checked into the Ritz Carlton just a block off Bourbon Street around ten-thirty. Tom and I had adjoining rooms on the eleventh floor. We threw our bags into our rooms and headed down Canal Street for our lunch meeting with the small group of engineers who were responsible for overseeing the application of our chemicals. I did not understand most of the conversation, but I found the dynamics between Tom and these younger, very nerdy engineers quite interesting. For the first time in my life I really understood the old joke, how can you tell if you are in the elevator with an extroverted engineer? Answer: he stares at your shoes instead of his own! These guys were socially awkward, but clearly they knew chemicals. Most of the discussion went right over my head, but Tom clearly held his own, addressing their concerns one by one. I heard terms such as absorption, film life, scale inhibition and emulsion tendencies being bantered back and forth, not really understanding their meaning. I realized I still had a lot to learn about this business. I must confess, I found Tom’s knowledge, confidence, poise and charm very appealing, perhaps even sexy. Suddenly, I realized that he really was an attractive fifty two year old man. I wondered why I never really noticed how handsome he was before. On the ride back to the hotel I was simply gushing my praise. “You were on fire back there. I am so impressed with how you handled those engineers. You really know your stuff.” “Well, Connie, I’ve been doing this a long time.

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