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Hindsight, is a great thing and it’s most common when looking back at mistakes, not this time however. Rachel laid there in the afterglow, wondering why she hadn’t done this sooner. She was after all, still young and single, why not do the things now you would most likely come to regret not doing in years to come. She hadn’t planned it this way and up until an hour ago the thought had not crossed her mind, but when it did…

Rachel was in the city for an anniversary party, a lovely event to honor her family’s neighbors 40 years of marriage. Rachel mingled, chatted and enjoyed a few wines then a couple of Whiskeys, she danced and was having a great night. The younger half of the crowd decided eleven was the party hour and bundled out the doors into the night air then onwards to the clubs of the city. Rachel feigned interest in joining them as they were headed back in the direction of her hotel and saw this as a chance to walk safely back to her room. As they passed her hotel she advised the gathered group she was ducking up to her room and that she would join them at the first stop on the planned route. This was lie, only a little one, she was going to freshen up but in truth had no plans to join them again. Passing through the foyer of her hotel she noticed a dimly lit piano bar to the side, soothing music and a night cap were just the ticket she thought as she relaxed into a low backed barstool somewhere around the middle of the long timber bar.

The handsome dark haired barman introduced himself as Sergio, he carried himself well and had a broad European accent, Rachel inquired about its origin and he gave a small wave and said mostly Italian but his travels had blended many nuances that made it hard for most people to guess. Not being kept busy with only one or two other customers in the bar or with polishing glasses right beside her, Sergio and Rachel struck up polite conversations about their previous travels that got them to this time and place. An hour passed quickly and Sergio was an adept hand at a couple of cocktails that had sweet aromas and tastes to match, along with the presentation Rachel was impressed and happily sipped on two over an hour of chat. She did notice they had more alcohol then she would usually enjoy but enjoy them she did, they gave a spreading warmth and enough of a buzz she was perfectly happy.

When Sergio broke the news that last drinks were being called she admitted to herself she would rather stay and chat over cocktails with Sergio then head up to her room alone. Sergio picked up on this and offered she was welcome to join him at the late bar around the corner for an off the clock after work drink. Why not she voiced to herself internally and agreed to join the bartender at his local haunt.

They slid through the door of the long and not very wide bar just after twelve thirty, Sergio knew the bartender by name and in turn the bartender knew his usual, of which he ordered two. Whiskey and water, on the rocks, in short heavy based glasses. The bar was slowly emptying and by two in the morning the only faces still there were Sergio, Rachel, Jack the barman and one other guy who sat quietly at the far end of the bar, keeping to himself. When Jack called last drinks Rachel brushed his shoulder and gave a shy smile that led to an unspoken invitation back to her room. Sergio replied with his own smile and politely informed her that the last drinks call was just to let the last customers know that they would be locking the door and putting up the closed sign, but that didn’t mean anyone had to actually leave.

Rachel’s heart began racing as she realised she had been looking forward to this since not long after she had met the accented foreigner, as he slid his hand onto her leg and ran it along her thigh the fabric of her pencil skirt was slick. He leaned in and kissed her lightly, then with more force, his tongue searched out hers and found its mark, she returned the kiss and ran her hands across his leg and brushed his inner thigh, and he let a breath escape. Not slowing down he moved his hands across her body and put his hand in the small of her back, his other hand holding her chin then sliding down to brush her breast. He starting unbuttoning her top right there in the bar and she hesitated, knowing there were more than just his eyes on her, she glanced over her shoulder and saw the lonely guy in the corner still sitting at the bar but cautiously watching her through a mirror reflection behind the bar, a glance across ulus escort to the front door saw Jack turning of the lights and lowering the shades.

Rachel had never been wild but was realising recently that there were so many things in the world to be enjoyed if you just went for it, she decided this might just be a ‘go for it’ moment so she relaxed and let Sergio remove her top. The bar was warm and as Sergio removed her top he was pleased to find she wore no bra, the sudden exposure to the air and his hand running across her nipples made them perk up quickly and sent a shiver down her spine. Having decided that this was going to happen Rachel moved forward with a surety, she was in new territory and felt that she was safe with the handsome Italian. His hands roamed her body as she began unbuttoning his shirt, his hands worked to the back of her skirt and as lifted her effortlessly of the stool he slowly removed lowered the zip, as he gently lowered her to the floor she touched down with a click of her heels, it took his hands and with only a little effort to slip the skirt off her hips and let it drop to the floor. He stepped back just enough to remove his shirt and she caught him glancing down to take in her body, now naked except for a very small G String and heels.

With strong arms he lifted her and sat her back onto the low back stool, he moved his mouth down her neck and on to her nipples, licking and biting while his other hand ran down between her legs and ran across the top of her underwear, he pulled her G string down and lifted her just enough to slide the underwear down and off her legs. He stepped in close, a motion which gently forced her legs apart, she could no longer reach the foot stool so lifted her right leg and placed her heel on an adjacent stool, allowing her to lean back, exposing her pussy to him, their mouths met again and as she leaned forward Rachel became bolder and began unbuttoning his pants, he was picking up the intensity and after undoing his zipper as he helped lower his pants. As they both paused and took each other in, Rachel checked her surroundings once again, Jack the barman was behind the bar and watching intently only meters away and the lonely guy had moved a few stools closer and turned to face them, any second thoughts Rachel had disappeared as Sergio’s fingers slid over her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second.

Sergio had run his mouth from nipple to nipple then slowly across her stomach to just above her pussy, the pussy she had only shaved that morning, leaving her skin smooth except for a thin landing strip of hair continuing up from her now glistening slit. Rachel leaned back and thought to herself how much this guy really knew how to tease, he had run his fingers either side of her pussy, then circled her clit lightly with his tongue, all the while adding more and more pressure as he worked. She looked down to see the top of his head working in circles as he moved back and forth across her clit, god he was good, she had never gotten this close to orgasm this quickly before. She was running her hands through his hair trying to resist the urge to push him into her pussy, she was watching her hands moving through his hair when she noticed Jack the barman on their side of the bar, only a few feet away rubbing a quickly hardening cock through his pants and definitely enjoying the show, at the other end of the bar lonely guy was moving cautiously towards them, almost like a hunter trying not to spook its prey. Rachel didn’t care, didn’t care that she was naked and having her pussy eaten in front of them, didn’t care that she was just about to be overtaken by the first waves of an orgasm quicker than any time in her life before.

As the wave of pleasure subsided Sergio worked his way back up to her mouth, she could taste her own juice and was intoxicated by the way it tasted mixed with his mouth. He noticed that by now the other guys were a lot closer than a few minutes ago and protectively stepped closer to her, she was moved he felt protective of her after only knowing her for a short while but she had decided a few minutes ago that seeing she was in a different town, with people she didn’t know and was probably never going to see again and that she was going to experience something she wouldn’t forget. No sooner than this thought flashed through her mind she eased Sergio away and looked from Jack to the lonely guy and back with a calmness in her yenimahalle escort voice that surprised even her.

“You can watch, even touch, but if say no then it’s no go, I’m no gangbang girl but I’m sure we can all come away with a memorable experience,” she said to each as one, the smiles curved in the corners of their mouths and they both started removing their pants. Sergio gave a smile as she reached down to make his cock harder than it already was, she took a hold of the shaft and was happy with what she felt, a nice handful, not too big and a little longer then she’d expected. He lifted her legs slightly and she guided his cock to her waiting pussy, he didn’t just ram it in like some teenage beginner, he slowly inch by inch got her used to his size, he was still teasing, inching in and out slowly, it had the desired effect as Rachel got more desperate and began pushing back against his cock, trying to get more penetration, trying to increase her sensation. She was so focused on building her sensations she barely noticed the other guys until they were right beside her, they both began to run their hands over her shoulders and stomach but in very short time they were both massaging her tits and playing with her nipples, god that felt so much better then she could ever have imagined.

Sergio began pumping faster as Rachel’s head fell back, she could feel Jack and Lonely guy stroking their cocks against her thighs, leaving trails of precum as they did. She couldn’t believe how good it all felt, the cock working in and out of her pussy, the feel of guys jerking off against her, the hands groping her tits, pulling her nipples harder and harder, and a strange feeling, a feeling she had never had before, Lonely guy had long finger nails like a guitar player and was using them to lightly run across her tits, like a tickle but slightly harder, making his nails dig in. Rachel was getting closer to orgasm and she wanted more, she reached a hand around Sergio’s neck to raise her head and get more upright, the foreigner lowered he stance so he could keep the perfect angle allowing him to continue driving his cock as deep into her cunt as he could, Rachel looked down at Lonely guys nails as they drew across her tits, he was using enough pressure to leave the faintest lines, she looked him in the eye and said one word “harder”.

She wasn’t sure how much harder he dug his nails in, all she knew was the pain was exquisite, as he dragged his nails across both tits the orgasm rolled over her, she rolled her head back and lost control, she had no sense of where she was or even who she was, all she knew was the cock pounding her pussy was sheer ecstasy and the nails scratching her tits were sheer agony and each rolled into the other. She heard Sergio give a low groan and knew he was getting close to orgasm himself, she managed to lift her head and breathlessly spoke in his ear “I want it on me,” only seconds later he withdrew his cock and let it fall against the line of her pubic hair, he immediately grabbed at his cock and began stroking hard and fast, not wanting to let her own orgasmic ride subside she reached down and began rubbing her clit, Sergio couldn’t hold back and as his first shot of cum flew all the way to her stomach, she began another orgasm as she watched the next shots of cum land on her stomach and hand. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, these were the most intense orgasms she’d ever had and she thought she couldn’t continue on. The guys had other ideas.

They had decided the stool wasn’t working and all three lifted her in unison and swung around to a long bench style table beside them, they laid her down and each gave a look searching for approval or at least a sign that things weren’t finished, Rachel wiped the cum from her hand across her tits and let her legs part enough that they knew things weren’t finished. Lonely guy continued raking his nails across tits as he moving between her legs, he didn’t need to worry about foreplay as she was wetter than she had been in her whole life, and she couldn’t just feel her pussy soaked but her juices had run down and across her ass. Lonely guy moved to slide his cock into her soaking pussy, he was going slow, very slow, something she couldn’t understand, and if her ride was going to continue it needed to be now. He gave her a knowing smile and pushed just a little harder, Rachel didn’t have to see it to know this was a bigger then average cock he was trying to get inside her, big enough that she momentarily thought it wasn’t going to go, instinctively she knew her response was to go back to rubbing her clit. Lonely guy obviously had this problem before and wasn’t rushing, Rachael could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate the biggest cock it had ever encountered, the clit stimulation was working and Lonely guy started to pump, with each stroke his cock buried itself a little deeper in her pussy until finally he could get no more in. Her pussy felt so full she didn’t think there was room for lonely guy to put his cock to use, how wrong she was.

Lonely guy had been using his cock for years and knew exactly how it worked best, Rachel couldn’t believe something that filled her so much could move all the way into her pussy so his balls slapped against her ass and the be pulled all the way out so only the top most of its head still remained inside her, this was exactly what it was doing, and picking up pace as it was. She could see Lonely guy focusing on holding her legs at the right angle to make sure he got the best feeling as well, the rhythm increased and although his cock was bigger than she was used to it didn’t take long before the size filling her intensified her own approaching orgasm. Jack the barman was standing by her side pulling his cock but not so fast as to make him cum to soon, Sergio was on the other side of her, his drained cock starting to lower as its hardness disappeared. She loved being the receiver of all the attention and could happily continue being so, she did feel indebted to Sergio for a job well done and as a reward put her hand behind his upper leg and pulled him to the side of the table, she wiggled across and met his softening cock with her mouth open and guided it in.

Instantly she could taste the mix of her own juices and the few drops of cum still on the tip of his cock, she did enjoy giving head and had been complemented by previous guys on how good she was at it, however it was only ever foreplay and sometimes an easy way to finish by letting the guy cum in her mouth, sometimes she enjoyed it, sometimes she didn’t, but this was different, completely different, she was having trouble focusing on his cock as the wave of orgasm rolled over her. Jack placed her other hand on his cock and she reflexively began stroking it, Sergio had started getting hard again and was more fucking her mouth then she was sucking his cock and Lonely guy had continued moving his nails all over her, the orgasm was kicked into high gear when Lonely guy ran his nails down the inside of her thigh and then added the pressure she would soon realise she loved for the upward stroke, she wasn’t sure if he was digging harder or she had become more sensitive from the last minutes but it was even more gut wrenchingly enjoyable then before. They continued for a time Rachel couldn’t guess and as the orgasms rolled together she was in a blissed state she thought she’d never recover from.

Through the haze of orgasms she started to understand they were asking her something, he was cumming, they both were, she took her free had and laid it on her chest and tapped a few times “here, cum on here,” Lonely guy pulled his cock out and began cumming straight away, he started pulling his cock to continue to the end as the first of his cum shot up between her tits and the second landed on her chin. She continued pulling Jacks cock, the realisation he was getting ready to cum made her focus and tighten her grip, she also made longer strokes more vigorously, a move that worked and in no time Jack began unloading shots of cum onto her tits as well. Rachel was spent, she laid covered in cum and scratch marks thinking this was something she would never forget.

The guys helped her up and retrieved her clothes while they reclothed themselves, Jack the bartender was offering a bar towel to clean up with, she declined and finished pulling on her skirt and stuffing her G string in her purse and began putting her top back on, it was only a short walk to her hotel and she realised she loved the way the cum felt on her chest. She walked towards the front door Jack stopped her and said “Have a safe trip home, umm, sorry, I didn’t even get your name?”

Sergio interrupted “My apologies, Jack this is Rachel, Rachel this is Jack.”

She shook his hand and moved towards the front door only stopping to turn and reply “Thank you for a memorable evening gentleman,” and turned towards the door again. She could have left it at that but decided to reveal one little truth, they had after all been perfect gentleman so felt a little buzz of excitement revealing it, “by the way my name’s not Rachel, it’s Elisabeth, but my friends call me Liz.” The door closed and into the night she went.

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I’m Mark and my wife Lena had passed away a few years before from cancer and I was just now getting back to a date every so often but none of them seemed to be someone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I knew when we got married that we’d never be able to have kids because Lena had a bad car accident when she was a teen and the surgery to keep her alive required a hysterectomy but we’d loved each other enough that it didn’t matter.

Dan and Lisa lived next door, they were there when Lena and I moved in 10 years ago and we’d became good friends. They were almost twice my age (I was 35) and they were awesome when Lena passed. They were there if I needed to talk, she’d invite me over for supper occasionally and even let me use their pool or hot tub. In early February, they decided to sell their house and move into an apartment so there wouldn’t be any maintenance to do or as much space to clean. When they told me they were going to sell, I thought about it for a few days and then told them I’d be interested in buying it if we could work out something on the price. I’d always loved their house, it had a great layout, was a bit bigger than mine and it had a great yard with the pool.

The only good thing about Lena’s passing was that she’d had a reasonable insurance policy but not enough to let me buy the house outright and I’d have a hard time getting a mortgage when I still had a mortgage on my house. I told them my plan was to move into their house and rent mine out so between the insurance money I had in the bank and what I’d make on renting my house, I’d be able to pay the rest off monthly. They said they’d think about it and a few days later gave me the good news that they were good with it. Partly because they wanted someone they knew would appreciate and look after their house plus they knew how much I liked their house.

By May, everything was done – I owned two houses and had a lot less money in the bank than I did before. It only took a few days to move everything from one house to the other and then another couple of weeks to clean the old one, give some of the rooms a fresh coat of paint and advertise it for rent.

I had lots of people come look at it – some knew right away I wouldn’t want living next to me so they got told “I’ve had lots of people looking so I’ll let you know.” Others tried to get me to lower the rental price which I had no plans of doing and one or two who I thought were planning on turning it in to a grow-op or something because as soon as I told them I lived next door they suddenly lost interest. Finally, a couple came to look at it that I liked – Ron was just a bit younger than me and his wife Natalie was a bit younger than him. They’d been living in an apartment and wanted to get into something bigger, potentially with an option to buy. I told them I hadn’t thought of that but was certainly willing to consider it.

He was in pretty good shape but I think his office job had caused his shape to be a little rounder than it may have been a few years ago. Natalie on the other hand was round but in all the right places, nice full, round breasts and a firm but nicely rounded ass. If there was any extra weight anywhere, I couldn’t tell where it was. All that was topped off by green eyes, blonde hair and an amazing smile. I had a friend who rented buildings run a quick credit check on them and when it came back clean, i called and told them I’d be happy to rent to them.

When they came by to sign everything, I got a quick handshake from Ron and a nice hug from Natalie. There wasn’t anything sexual to it but damn she felt good for the few seconds she was against me. At least the next weekend when they moved it was nice and warm and when they took me up on my offer to help, I quickly realized that Natalie looked even better than I’d thought. Instead of the skirt and long pants I’d seen her in before, she was wearing a tight pair of cut off shorts and instead of a long-sleeved blouse she was wearing a halter top. Now I really knew she had a great ass and there were no signs of a bra under the top but there was no sag to her breasts and if anything, they seemed to be more prominent than I remembered from before.

The awesome view certainly made the day a lot better and by the time we had everything moved in, it was more like they were old friends than tenants. As the weather warmed even more, we became good friends – had barbeques together, they used my pool, sometimes the hot tub and I took every chance I could to check out Natalie. She loved to wear revealing bikinis at my pool, her casual clothes were sometimes loose, sometimes tight but always showed off her figure and as much as I did my best not to get caught, I’m pretty sure she noticed me checking her out once or twice but just smiled and kept on doing whatever it was she’d been doing. We’d even put a gate in the fence between the yards so we didn’t have to go around to get to the others house and I’d told them to feel free to use the pool tandoğan escort any time they wanted.

It was a Saturday in early August and Natalie had gone out with her sister for the afternoon so Ron and I were enjoying a beer and just relaxing outside. He seemed like there was something on his mind but hadn’t quite figured out how to say it. I finally asked if everything was ok between him and Natalie and he said everything was great but then said he’d like to run something by me.

I said, “Sure, we’ve become pretty good friends so what are you thinking?”

He paused a bit then said, “Well, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Natalie loves seeing people’s reactions when she wears something skimpy, tight or revealing and I’ve seen you check her out a few times.”

Oh crap, I knew she’d seen me but didn’t think he had and now I was wondering if he was pissed or what.

When he saw the concerned look on my face he said, “Don’t worry, I’m ok with it. I enjoy knowing that others like looking at her and it often gets us even hotter when we have sex. I appreciate the fact that you’ve always just looked – some people have tried taking advantage of her and touching or grabbing her and that’s cost me a few friends.”

“Phew, well I’m glad you’re not mad – she’s a great looking lady and yes I’ve certainly enjoyed checking her out. If you don’t mind then I’m kind of wondering why you mentioned it.”

He took a few seconds before saying, “Well, sometimes when we’re having sex, we’ll have some ‘sexy talk’ as she calls it and I’ve found that any time there’s talk of another guy seeing a flash of her boob, pussy or maybe even nude she gets really turned on and lately it’s gone to talking about someone else actually touching her. Once or twice, I’ve mentioned having a threesome but she just says she’s not sure if she’d want to go that far. I guess what I’m wondering is if you’d be interested in ‘accidently’ seeing more than you have and if she’s ok with that then maybe a little touching. I’ve seen the two of you hug and you seem to enjoy it.”

Busted again! Now I was a bit embarrassed, “I think any guy would enjoy a hug from Natalie so sure, I’m good to see what happens. What were you thinking?”

“Well, every so often and especially after a few drinks I’ve been able to convince her to go skinny dipping with me in your pool after you’ve gone to bed and she always gets turned on at the thought of getting caught. How about I let you know the next time we’re going to be skinny dipping and you can ‘catch’ us and see what she does?”

Now I really couldn’t tell him that I’d seen them skinny dipping a few times and even had a couple of pictures of her naked in the pool so I said, “Sure, as long as you don’t think she’ll freak out, I’d love to try it.”

Now that he’d gotten out what he was thinking, he was visibly more relaxed and after a few more beer he went home to get a few things done before Natalie got home. It was about 11:00 that night that I got a text from Ron. All it said was “15 min?” but I knew what he meant. I’d been thinking about what he’d said all afternoon so I changed into a housecoat and waited for them to come over. I’d left the sliding door open to I could not only hear and see better but she wouldn’t hear the door open when I came out.

Sure enough, about 15 minutes later I heard the gate open and Ron saying, “you’ve had a few drinks so make sure you’re quiet. Wouldn’t want Mark hearing us.”

“I guess not but it might be fun to see the look on his face.”

Ron made sure that they were standing in a spot where there was just enough light for me to see as he dropped his housecoat and then stood behind her and undid hers. As he let it drop, I had an awesome view of her tits and while I was too far away to be sure, it looked like her nipples were nice and hard too. As the housecoat came all the way off, I could just make out that her pussy was smooth and bare. He must have been pretty sure I was watching because he made a point of cupping her tits and giving her nipples a squeeze before they stepped into the shallow end.

I watched them hug and kiss for a few minutes before stepping out to the pool deck. When they swam down to the deep end and back, I stepped out just as they stood up. Looking down at her tits from only a few feet away was amazing, they were firm and capped with awesome, hard nipples with the water still dripping off of them. I could feel myself getting hard at the sight and I’m pretty sure they both noticed it when they looked up and saw me, Natalie blurted, “oh shit!” and Ron said, “sorry, we didn’t think you’d mind. I hope we didn’t wake you.”

I’d expected Natalie to try and cover up but I guess she realized that not only had I already seen her, there was nothing there to cover up with so she just moved a little behind Ron but I still had a great view of one tit and the very top of her slit. “No, I tunalı escort couldn’t sleep so I thought if I was going to be up I might as well come out for a swim to relax. Looks like you guys had the same idea.”

Ron did his best to sound embarrassed, “um, ya – sorry. We can go and let you enjoy the pool.”

I looked at Natalie long enough for her to catch my eye and smile a bit before saying to Ron, “you’re welcome to stay as long as you’re ok with all of us being nude.”

Natalie just smiled more and said, “Well you’ve already seen us so if Ron’s ok with it then I’m fine too.”

A quick nod from Ron and I dropped my housecoat. Before I could step into the pool, Natalie grinned and said, “Hmm, seems like you’re ‘up’ alright!”

The water was cool enough to take some of the hardness away but when she said, “Anyone else want a beer?” and got out of the pool right beside me, the view of her smooth pussy and firm ass certainly stopped me from softening anymore and if anything I got a bit harder again. When she came back with a six pack and bent over to hand one to me, her tits hung down beautifully and temporarily her nipples were only a few inches from my face. I would have loved to kiss one of them but wasn’t sure how Ron would handle it so instead I blew on the closest one which made it harden even more. After handing Ron his beer, she put her hand on my shoulder for support and stepped the rest of the way into the pool. What Ron didn’t see was that as she stepped in, she let her hand run down my chest to my crotch and gave my cock a quick squeeze before moving over by Ron again.

Those beer went down quickly as did the next round before Ron said, “Well, we should get to bed and let you relax for a bit before you crash” and with that he got out of the pool and as Natalie got up, I took the opportunity to quickly tweak one nipple and run a hand down and across her pussy. When she gasped and Ron looked back she said, “It’s ok, I just stubbed my toe on the step.” and gave me a quick wink before getting out.

The next morning, I got a text from Ron. “I hope you enjoyed your view last night. Let’s just say that things got even hotter when we got home. If you’re good with it, would love to do it again or maybe something else.”

I knew the next Wed was Natalie’s birthday and that he was planning on having a party for her the Saturday after. Thinking about it, I sent him a quick text back suggesting that instead of at their place they could have the party at my place where there was more room, the pool and the hot tub. There’d definitely be some drinking and maybe she’d be up for another skinny dip after the party. That got me a ‘thumbs up’ emoticon and we put things in motion. When Natalie found out that I’d offered my place for her party, she gave me a big hug and instead of the usual peck on the cheek, I got a quick but full kiss on the lips.

The week dragged by and eventually Saturday rolled around. By the afternoon there were a couple of families, about 5 couples and some singles enjoying the party. The pool was a hit and after the bbq was done, most of the families with kids had left and the hot tub became popular with those who were still there. I’d figured it would go much later but at about 9, the temperature dropped and by 9:30 it was raining which caused a bit of a scramble to get inside and warm. Some people stayed for a few more drinks but by 11 everyone had gone and Ron and Natalie were starting to clean up.

“Why not leave this mess until tomorrow and go and relax in the hot tub for a bit?” I suggested.

“Sounds good!” was Ron’s reply.

Natalie said, “I’d love to but my suit’s still wet and I hate getting into a wet suit, I’ll run home and grab another one.”

With a wink at Ron I said, “Why bother, we were all skinny-dipping last weekend, it’s dark and the bubbles will hide things anyway. Let’s just go in nude.”

I could tell Ron wasn’t sure that Natalie would go for it but after thinking for a few seconds she said, “What the hell!”

I didn’t want to give her any time to change her mind so I grabbed her hand and said, “Let’s go then.”

There was a bit of hesitation as we stripped by the hot tub but soon the clothes were coming off and Natalie looked just as good as when they were naked in the pool. We slipped into the hot water – Natalie and Ron beside each other and me across from them and almost at the same time all three of us said, “oh ya!” and then we all laughed.

There was a bit of a lull in the conversation before Natalie looked at Ron and asked, “So honey, I’m a year older do you think I still look good?”

He chuckled and said, “You certainly do but even if you didn’t, I know better than to say so. Why don’t you ask Mark what he thinks?”

She looked at me and said, “Well, what do you think…do I look good?”

I was just about to reply when I felt a foot tracing a path up the inside of my leg and türbanlı escort I was pretty sure it wasn’t Ron’s. “You look great – Ron’s a lucky guy to be able do more than just look.”

“Awww, thanks!” and as she blew me a kiss, I felt her foot right up against my quickly hardening cock. “I’ve always loved it when guys look but lately Ron’s been trying to convince me to see what it would be like to have someone do more than just look.”

From the look on Ron’s face, I don’t think he was expecting her to tell anyone what their bedroom conversations had been but he certainly didn’t seem upset by it and I had a feeling that she might be stroking him under the water.

As her foot continued to rub my crotch, she looked at Ron and continued with “Mmm, that seems to have gotten hubby a bit hard. Is that from me touching you or thinking about someone else touching me?”

Before he could answer, she looked at me and said, “Seeing me naked seemed to get you hard the other night. I’ll bet thinking of touching me would get you even harder.”

As she said ‘harder’, she pressed ‘harder’ against my cock with her foot. I tried to cover my reaction with a bit of a cough before replying, “I think a guy would have to be dead to not get turned on by seeing and touching you – and I’m certainly not dead!”

With a smile she turned back toward Ron saying, “What do you think…we’ve talked about it, would you like to see someone else touch me?”

Even as Ron was nodding yes, Natalie continued with “From the way you just twitched, I’d say both heads are saying yes!” and with that she turned so she was basically sitting in my lap facing Ron.

I wasted no time in running my hands down her sides, across her belly and then slowly back up, waiting for either her or Ron to tell me to stop. There was no ‘stop’ and soon I was cupping her tits and feeling her hard nipples between my fingers. As my fingers touched her nipples, I could feel them hardening and lengthening under my fingers and as I continued to play with them, she started moaning so I knew she was enjoying the nipple play.

She sat up even more, I think so that Ron could see my hands around her breasts and my fingers teasing her nipples. Seeing as no one was telling me to stop, I slid one hand back down her belly and down the top of one leg. When I brought my hand back up, I ran it up the inside of her leg and immediately felt her spread her legs to give me better access. At first, I just teased her by sliding my finger up and down the fold of her lips but bit by bit I increased the pressure until I was able to slide the tip of a finger inside her. The water from the hot tub made it a bit more difficult but soon I was alternating between sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy then teasing her clit for a few second before going back to fingering her. The whole time I was doing that, she was giving Ron a running commentary of what I was doing, where I was touching and how it felt.

After a few minutes of that, she leaned forward away from my fingers to give Ron a long, passionate kiss saying, “You were right honey, it feels awesome to be touched by someone else. How about he fingers me until I cum and then we can go home and I’ll show you just how horny it’s made me?”

I couldn’t hear his reply but I was pretty sure it was a yes from him. As she sat back into my lap she looked over her shoulder saying, “Ok, slide those fingers back inside and see if you can make me cum”.

At the same time, she gave me a great big grin and a wink which I didn’t fully understand until I felt her hand on my cock. As she sat back down, she guided the head of my cock against her pussy and when she could tell it was in the right spot, she slowly lowered herself onto it until I was all the way inside her.

“Oh your fingers feel so good…use your other hand to rub my clit!”

I knew with the jets going, he couldn’t see what was really happening so I started stroking her clit and said, “Damn your pussy feels good on my fingers…tight, hot and really slippery!”

Just to keep up the visual, I slid my fingers under her ass to tease her pussy while my cock slid in and out. Just to see what her reaction would be, every so often I’d slide a finger a bit higher up her ass so it went across or occasionally pushed against her asshole. Each time I did, she’d moan about how my fingers were hitting the exact right spot and how good it felt. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in a good enough position to get more than just the tip of one finger inside her ass but her moans told me she certainly enjoyed it.

We weren’t able to move much but enough that the combination of my fingers on her clit, my cock moving slightly in and out of her pussy and her husband sitting 4′ away with no idea that she was getting fucked was enough to set her off in just a few minutes and when her pussy started to spasm around my cock I knew I was going to cum too so I tried lifting her up off my cock but she just pushed back and moaned, “I want to feel your fingers deep in my pussy while I cum!”

That couldn’t have been a clearer message so I pulled her back against my lap and thrust up at the same time just as I started cumming. As I shot spurt after spurt of cum inside her, she was moaning “that’s it, right there, don’t stop” until her orgasm had finished.

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Chapter 40

He desperately wanted to get to bed, but there was work to be done before he could sleep, and his brain was still moving a mile a minute. It generally did, but his conversation earlier in the day had been rolling around in circles over and over again. Phil was one of the smartest people he’d ever met, but Andy knew everyone was capable of making mistakes.

There was something they were missing about all the information Phil had presented to them. Phil’s plan had all the things it should, but there was so much that Phil hadn’t had time to tell them. He wasn’t sure what he thought he might glean from it, but he decided to let it keep running on cycles in the back of his brain for the rest of the night.

He hoped maybe it would just come to him.

Different people in his household went to bed at different times, and typically, Piper and Sheridan went to bed not too long after dinner. He glanced at his watch, seeing it was just past 10:30, and he figured they were probably crawling into bed about now, since both were early risers.

Niko was probably also heading to bed about now, so she could be up early in the morning, in case Lexi woke up before most of the house was up. Niko tended to be an early riser as well, as did Lauren and Taylor, so they were also probably also turning in for the night.

Hannah and Asha were typical college students without classes, so they’d be up past midnight gossiping, and Taylor was probably more than a little sad she couldn’t join them, but as she’d told Andy at dinner, she was taking her responsibilities over at 49ers HQ very seriously.

Fi and Moira were trying to get adjusted to West Coast time, but the jet lag hadn’t fully let go of them yet, so Andy guessed they were probably starting to get ready for bed as well.

Em and Sarah kept their own schedules, but since Em planned to talk to her family in the morning, she had likely turned in also, and where Em went, Sarah usually followed, so he was fairly certain they were both snuggling up in bed, bemoaning the lack of him there, but knowing that he would join them when he was ready.

Tala and Jade had formed a surprising friendship and had spent most of the day getting the pool house further converted into a workspace for the curvier woman. Jade was used to teaching, so he suspected she probably had also turned in relatively early.

Aisling, however, kept her schedule in tune with his, and so he knew she’d be up, and willing to watch a bit of television before turning in for the night. He’d found that she’d never seen Farscape so as of late, they’d been making a point to watch an episode or two before bed every night, and in between they’d chat a little bit about their respective days.

He was going to head down to the living room that was furthest from the bedrooms, which had sort of become the default theater room of the house, but found Ash in the kitchen, sneaking herself a pickle from the fridge, so they sat around the kitchen island to have their chat before their nightly television binge.

This particular night Andy walked Ash through what Phil had asked of him, and as he talked through it, she asked pointed questions, most of which he didn’t have an answer to, but eventually, she asked one that he hadn’t even thought of, and it all snapped into sense for him.

“So why not just use this Evie as the test case, instead of asking Jenny to do it?” she said to him.

“What?” Andy asked, as if it hadn’t even occurred to him.

“Look, she made it here safely, right?”

“Right.”

“That means she was imprinted, and if Evie’s being asked to be imprinted to Nate, that means she was already imprinted to this McCallister prick, and you can use that to analyze her blood and the effect it’s having on it. Shit, you could smear a little of McCallister’s precum onto her skin at first, check that it causes a rash, then give her a little from the guy who’s supposedly a de-imprinter, then have Nate imprint her and take her blood again. I mean, if this Evie wants to get out from under her husband, ex-husband or whatever, then she’s gotta to be willing to show she believes in all of this.”

“I don’t tell you that you’re brilliant often enough, Ash,” he said, leaning into to kiss her, which started tender but definitely amped up in intensity a bit before she pulled back, a wry smile on her face.

“You don’t, but it’s okay,” she said. “You say it lots, and lots is brilliant. Before we head to bed tonight, though, mister, I was given a request this morning, so we’re going to go and fulfill it, you and I. The request was made to me, because they were worried you might take offense to it, but I want you to know, in advance, this is what everyone wants, they’re hoping you’ll lean into it, at least a little, and the safeword, should it be needed, is limoncello. Okay?”

She was pulling him to his feet, that playful expression widening on her face, as he waggled his eyebrows. “You girls certainly do love testing me,” he told her.

“This rus escort one’s not me at all, love,” she said, sliding her arm around his waist. “It’s more of just a thing to show you what you can be capable of when it’s asked of you, and this particular play partner wants even more than you gave her last time.”

“Uh oh,” he said. “That sounds like I’m not living up to my end of the bargain.”

“Stop. No,” she said, squeezing his hip. “You did great, but the girls in question just want you to know you can and should go further.”

She led him down towards the room they’d been planning to go to anyway, the basement living room, but instead of heading for the television, Andy saw that over near where he’d usually sit, one woman was standing and another was kneeling, the room barely lit, as if the atmosphere of it was important to the ambiance of the moment.

Andy’s nighttime eyesight wasn’t great, but as they got closer, he could make out who the two people were. The woman standing was Nicolette, but she had ditched her typical French maid’s outfit for something that looked a lot more dominatrix. She wore a leather corset that was tied tight to force her tits into nearly a shelf of flesh, propped up and pushed out but still marginally covered. She also had black leather shorts, fishnet stockings and long leather high-heeled boots that came up to her mid-thigh. The heels were at least a few inches, because it made Nicolette look huge, her blonde hair done up in a tight bun atop her head.

In her hand was the end of a long leash.

At the end of the leash, on her knees, was Whitney, completely nude except for the collar around her neck, her hair done up in jetblack pigtails, her pale white flesh almost the shade of moonlight in the summer. Her arms were folded together in front of her to make her smaller breasts press together, the rosy pinkness of her nipples like strawberries, her wrists resting on top of one another, as if she expected them to be bound at some point, or maybe they already were in her mind. He could see the black curls of her pubic V peeking from between her thighs.

Ash took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “You did well with Whitney the first time, babes,” she whispered to him. “But you need to know you can go further, you should go further, at least every so often, and that she doesn’t just want you to do that, she’s going to get off on it. I know that part of you is in there,” she said, kissing his cheek. “We just need to wake the bastard up.”

Andy wasn’t entirely surprised by all of this, if he was being honest with himself. Early on, he thought he’d given Nicolette exactly what she wanted, and then around when all the girls had presented their friends for consideration for the house, Nicolette had told him to go even harder at her. So he had. He’d been nervous out of his mind when he’d done it, almost certain that she was going to scream for him to stop, that he was being too rough, that she didn’t want it.

Instead, she had thanked him at the end of it, and told him that she was very glad he was learning that not all of his partners enjoyed the same kind of sex, and that that wasn’t a bad thing.

His first time with Whitney had been something of an eyeopener as well, as she wanted him to go at her hard. He thought he’d done enough to satiate her desires, but apparently she wanted to take him even further. He wasn’t even entirely sure what that entailed.

“Heya Master,” Nicolette purred at him. “I think it’s time you give your little porcelain slut a real go, don’t you? She’s been itching for round two, and it’s about time you step up your game. Haven’t you, slut?” She gave Whitney a nudge with her foot, and the brunette nodded.

“Yes Master. Our first time was very nice, but you’re capable of being stronger, harsher, more forceful,” she said, not lifting her eyes. “And this slut wants to see what you’re truly capable of.”

“I’m worried your friend’s been hyping me up too much, Whitney,” Andy said, stepping closer, Aisling walking along with him, as Nicolette toyed with the end of the leash idly. “I’m not entirely sure I’m capable of what you think I am.”

“She told your slut that you bent her over a table in the hallway and pounded her slippery cunt until your cock was slick enough to jam up her ass, and then pounded her until she came so hard her knees were shaking and she couldn’t sit properly for a few days.”

“Well, I–“

“She told your slut that you grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face up against the wall and pinned her there while you had your way with her, drilling her like she was just an object for you to take your pleasure from.”

Ash giggled. “It certainly sounded like that from down the hallway,” she said to him.

“Don’t you start,” he replied.

“She even told me you shoved her panties in her mouth to keep her from making too much noise, even though you like it when a slut uses filthy words, because you wanted to demonstrate how sıhhiye escort much control you had over her.”

“That wasn’t–“

“That was fucking hot was what it was, Master,” Nicolette said, licking her lips. “I almost expected you to put your hands around my throat for a bit, and that would’ve just made me cum even harder. At first, he didn’t even take them off, slut, he just tugged them aside, like they were an impediment that bothered him.”

“Your slut finds all of that very attractive, Master, and if she might be so bold,” she said, turning her icy blue eyes upwards to look at him, “she very much wants to meet that man.”

“You can do this, Andy,” Aisling whispered into his ear. “And both Nicolette and I will be right here, making sure you don’t chicken out and/or go too far, whichever you’re more afraid of.”

He inhaled a deep breath, and Whitney suddenly turned her eyes back downwards, as if she were a child caught looking at something she wasn’t supposed to. “Before I start this, I want to confirm something. Aisling told me your safeword is limoncello. Is that correct, Whitney?”

“It is, Master.”

“And you will use it if I cross a line?”

“This slut does not think you’re capable of that, Master.”

He stepped closely and reached forward, his fingertips pinching one of her nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger, seeing her wince even as she moaned a little bit. “No one knows what a man is capable of, Whitney, especially when he’s pressed too much or too hard.”

“Yes Master,” Whitney said. “Your slut apologizes Master.”

“Now answer my fucking question,” he growled. He wasn’t setting out to hurt her, but at this point, it had been made abundantly clear to him that he had a part to play, and if that was what Whitney wanted from him, it was what he intended to deliver.

“If Master his slut beyond what she is capable of withstanding, Master, she will say the word and ask for relief,” she said quietly, licking her tongue out over her bright red lips. “But until then, she implores you to have at her without mercy or reservation.”

“What limits do you have, Whitney?” he said, unbuckling his belt, grabbing the metal buckle, a simple square with a single stem in it, pulling on it to force the leather to come slowly slithering through his belt loops.

“For you, Master? None at all. Your slut will do whatever it is you ask of her.”

He snapped the end of his belt out and then bent it in half, holding it on the ends as he pushed the belt together, forming a giant circle between two lines of leather, then yanking them apart to make a loud crack as he snapped one against the other. “You seem awfully confident of that.”

He wasn’t sure who moaned the loudest at that motion, Whitney, Nicolette or Aisling.

“She is at her best when she is fulfilling her purpose, Master,” Nicolette said to him, a hint of amusement in her voice “Pleasure and pain are kissing cousins in our world.”

“Did I ask your fucking opinion?” he said sharply to Nicolette, and he felt like he must have done so very convincingly, because he could see her breath catch a moment, although he knew it was excitement he saw behind her eyes, not fear.

“No Master. Sorry Master.”

He looked down at Whitney, towering over her, as she remained perfectly still. “When Nicolette came to me and asked me to bring you into my home, Whitney, she told me of your previous partner, and how the relationship you and he had was one of total dominance and submission. That you did nothing without his permission. That you enjoyed being commanded, being told exactly what you did and did have his consent to do, and that you found freedom in surrendering your own initiative.”

“Yes Master,” Whitney said.

“I can fulfill that role for you, but it will take some adaptation on your part, because as much as you may want to surrender complete and total control to someone else… I don’t want complete and total control over someone else. Not all the time, anyway.” He traced a fingertip along her cheek, and he could feel her leaning in towards his touch, as if she took comfort from the very contact of his skin against hers. “I’m probably capable of giving you what you want. I can push and pull you into place, slap your ass while I’m thrusting my cock into one of your holes with the kind of roughness from the more disgruntled pornography I’ve seen. I think I’m likely perceptive enough to know when strikes have crossed from pleasurable pain into pure pain, at least most of time. I think I can live up to my end of the bargain on this, but there are a handful of rules that are non-negotiable, you understand?”

“Tell your slut of your rules, Master, and she will follow them,” Whitney said, pressing a kiss to his fingertip.

“They aren’t much, but they’re important to me. The first is that you will need to be in charge of your own voice, and that if you aren’t using it, I will start to doubt myself, and think I am doing something sincan escort unwelcome. Nicolette told me you’re unaccustomed to speaking without being ordered to speak, but this is a rule I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist upon. You will speak whenever you think is appropriate or even might be welcomed. If you think I am at all doubting my actions, and you want more instead of less, you will need to provide the carrot, understood.”

Whitney nodded. “She does, Master. Might you provide guidance as to how she should speak?”

“The filthier the better,” Nicolette said with a giggle, looking at Andy as if she was afraid he might scold her, but when she saw the smile on his face, she decided to elaborate. “I told you, Master loves dirty talk, so if you talk, whore, you should be talking dirty. Nothing clinical, only perverse. You do not have breasts, you have tits. You do not have a vagina, you have a pussy or a twat or a cunt. And although I know it goes against everything you’ve been taught for the last few years, you’re going to have to be a little proactive here, slut.”

Whitney frowned a little, sighing slightly. “That… makes this slut nervous, ma’am,” she said, turning to look up to Nicolette. “How will she know when it is right to remain in her place and when it is right to act unbidden?”

Andy reached down and turned Whitney’s head to look at him. “You’ll act on instinct, much like you’re entrusting me to do. And I do not expect perfection. You will make mistakes, and, frankly, I think you’ll probably enjoy being punished for them, so maybe I expect some of the mistakes will be intentional and some will be accidental, but very little in this life is truly unforgivable, Whitney, and I think we’ll both do well to remember that.”

“Yes Master,” she said, looking up at him with adoring eyes. “What other rules do you have for your slut?”

“When you want to see this particular stripe of me, Whitney, you will need to initiate it, you will need to ask for it, and not just subtly, but actually vocalize and express your desire for the closed fist instead of the open hand,” he said. “By you regularly reminding me that you enjoy this, it will reinforce in my mind what you expect out of our arrangement.”

“Did… did this slut not express it well enough before, Master?”

“With communication, Whitney, more is always better,” he said confidently. Ash had been right; he was capable of this, as long as he knew it was being requested from him. “Nicolette told me that your old Master, Bill, was too heavy handed with the pain for her tastes, and that while you could accept pain as part of the scene, it wasn’t something you wanted. But I’m starting to suspect that isn’t entirely true either, is it? I saw that shiver run down your spine at the crack of my belt. You like pain, but Bill overdid it, I’m guessing?”

“It’s… it seems improper to speak ill of the dead, Master.”

“Whitney, as unfortunate as it is, the man is dead, and now you and I are working to establish the new normal. If I do not know where to find the peaks and valleys of your sexuality, I will be unable to provide adequate comfort, and that will bring shame upon me. Now do you want me shamed?”

She looked up suddenly, shaking her head in abhorrence. “No, Master! That is the last thing your slut wants!”

“Then speak to me about what your tastes are when it comes to pain and pleasure.”

The kneeling woman bit her lip just for a moment, as if she was fighting against some long standing tradition, but Andy held his ground, his eyes looking into hers unflinchingly. “Ah… yes, Master, this… your slut does like some pain, but her old Master could, from time to time, take it too far for her liking. When the nerves are singing, it is glorious, but when they wail, your slut finds it difficult to think clearly, and is not able to fulfill her purpose to her own satisfaction.”

“Then I’m going to give you a second safety word, Whitney, a sort of yellow flag, so that you not only have a ‘stop’ code, but an ‘ease off’ code, so you can tell me that you’re nearing the point where the pain is starting to redline and you would prefer it be eased off. Since your stop code is ‘limoncello,’ why don’t we say your ease off code also be a form of liquor. Let’s say ‘galliano.’ Agreed?”

“Your slut understands and agrees, Master.”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue three times disapprovingly. “The word, Whitney. I want to hear you say it.”

She nodded. “Should the pain Master inflicts–“

“Or his partners,” he added. “The word should be applicable to Nicolette here, or anyone else I choose to lay down with.”

Whitney grinned a little bit. “Yes Master. Should the pain Master or any of his partners inflict cross from pleasurable pain to damaging pain, your slut will say ‘galliano’ as a call for easement of the pain, so that all parties remain enjoying their experience.”

“Good,” he said. “And the initiation?”

“As nervous as it may make her, Master, when your slut wants the closed fist instead of the open hand, she will implore you to tap into your most domineering streak and let that side of you run rampant all over her pliant and willing body.” She seemed uncomfortable looking directly at him for too long, but was doing her best to remain looking up at him. “Any other rules she needs to know, Master?”

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There’s a small town in the Midwest with a picture-perfect downtown Square, a beautiful old courthouse, bustling with residents and tourists — a town featured in a movie you’ve all seen. Many, many years ago the town and its residents were captured forever in a film starring an attractive couple, a snowstorm and a rodent. Years later the town still has an annual celebration of that movie.

This is the town where Liza grew up and still lives. Her life is very similar to that same movie. A ‘good girl’ as the saying goes, married to her childhood sweetheart, she lives near the house she grew up in, where her parents still live, with her devoted spouse and several sweet children. She wakes up every morning, feeds the children, the dog, kisses the husband goodbye as he heads off to the same job he’s always had, takes the sweet children to school, putters around the house a bit and puts in 3 or 4 hours at her ‘job’. She’s bored out of her fucking mind and has lately grown very impatient with her same old-same old life.

Until she meets Chris, that is.

To counter-act her boring life, Liza decides to take up running at night, when her husband is home from his job, her sweet children are asleep and she and the dog head out, pounding out the miles on her new pair of Asics. Liza ran track in high school, but this is different, she varies the 8-mile loop around town every night (can’t be too careful these days, even in a small Midwestern town), but to cool down, she walks the four blocks of the bucolic Square before heading the next few blocks home.

So, one boring yet beautiful evening, around 10pm, the sun long set and the spring air with a bit of a chill yet, she’s walking on the South block of the Square when she hears, “Hey there, does your dog bite?”

Liza looks over at the man sitting on a park bench, she’s seen him before, he’s out there often enough, but he’s never spoken to her before.

“All dogs bite, given the right circumstances.” She answers, fingering the small scar on her left cheek, a gift from a neighbor’s puppy back when she was 6. It was a minor one, not even requiring stitches, but a reminder that all animals are unpredictable. “She’s pretty agreeable though, so maybe she won’t bite you, tonight.” She instructs the German Shepherd to sit and the man reaches out to pat her flank.

“I’m Chris, by the way.” He holds out his hand to Liza, and she automatically shakes it, belatedly thinking that he’s a Stranger, thus full of Danger. “I’m a photographer, my office is up there.” He gestures to one of the old buildings that line the Square.

“Nice to meet you Chris. See you around.” Liza gathers the dog and begins to move down the sidewalk, back towards the safety of home.

“No time to chat tonight?” Chris sprawls on the bench, in that position known to all men; legs splayed, arms draped across the back of the bench, casual, yet somehow deliberate. “It’s such a nice night after all the crummy weather we’ve had lately. Pull up a chair and stay a while.”

“Sorry, places to be, things to do.” Liza answers, “Maybe another night.” She moves on, thrilled at the benign encounter, and somehow fucking turned on by being addressed by this attractive Stranger. He’s not her ‘type’, her type these days being the younger guys she encounters at work, but he’s cute in a dad sort of way.

Because of course, he’s a dad. They all are. Bored dads, just as she’s a bored mom. Bored is another word for ‘looking for adventure’ and she’s not quite sure she’s ready for whatever adventure he’s offering. She’s also sure he’ll be there another night, in the future, when she’s more interested in the adventure he has in mind.

If she only knew…..

Fast forward several months, suddenly the year is half over, it’s late July and the night air is now thick with Midwestern humidity. Liza is leaving the dog at home, in the comfort of the air conditioning that her husband requires, and thus she is now free of encumbrance. She varies her route even more and is grateful for the for streetlights around the Square. As she walks past the bank, she looks up to see the sign telling her that it’s still 80 degrees at 10pm. Her white-blonde hair is up in a long ponytail down her back, her wet shorts and tank stick to her sweaty skin in a most uncomfortable way. She’s yanking at the top, pulling it away from her sports bra when she hears, “Now that’s an interesting picture.”

It’s Chris, on his bench outside his studio, apparently enjoying the hot summer air. Or more likely, lying in wait for her. “Now that’s a creepy thing to say.” She counters him, slowing but not stopping, her mother’s long-ago admonishments against Strangers still echoing in her ears. Arguing with her own need to live Dangerously for once in her sorry, boring life. ‘That’s the kind of shit that gets you killed’ her brain adds, for good measure.

“I’m not a creep, I’m a member of the Chamber!” He laughs, a solid, somehow comforting noise in the silence of the street. It’s not mamak escort really silent, there are people walking from the various restaurants to their cars, others parking cars and heading to the bar on the corner from where the bench is. It just seems that time has slowed, the noise has abated, and she finds herself standing in front of him, too close for her mother’s comfort but in a way that seems just right for Liza.

Chris truly is cute in that dad kind of way, sweaty dark hair curling across his forehead, visible muscles bunched in his arms as he stretches under her gaze. Dark hair on his legs visible under the dad shorts he wears, flip flops on his feet. “Do I see flip flops on your feet?” Liza asks incredulously, “Are we at the fucking beach or something?”

“Nah,” he laughs as he answers her, “They’re comfy on a hot night like this, and it’s not like I have to walk far.” Again, he gestures at the building just a few steps away, where the name on the door affirms that he really is Chris, a photographer.

“Do you live there or just work there?” She asks, not caring that it’s a nosy thing to ask a Stranger. But the answer is important, in a Dangerous way.

“Work.” He answers shortly, then continues, “Photo studio, but there’s a kitchen and bathroom, couch, home away from home in a way. It’s all mine, no wife or kids ever at night. No clients this late either. Maybe you should come up and see the really neat picture of a barn I found out on Bull Valley road today.” His answer is leading, but factual and Liza feels a VERY Dangerous thrill run through her body. She’s been a faithful wife to her faithful husband, but she also fell for the ‘get married a virgin’ trope that her lying church told her as a naive child. She now knows she was foolish for believing it, given her siblings fucked their way through HS and college….and yet the guilt for even flirting with Chris is strong tonight. ‘I’m not ready’, she thinks. ‘Not yet.’

“Cool.” She answers, “I’d like that, but another time, thanks.” She steps back and begins to run, away from Chris, away from the Danger, away from her own self. It’s a comfortable feeling, she’s been running her whole life from anything that would require stepping off the path of straight and narrow, blind obedience to the rigid belief system she grew up learning.

Another month passes, she avoids the Square for her cooldown walk, instead using the streets behind and around it. She’s joined an online chat site, and finds herself chatting with other moms who feel as she does, who open her mind away from the rigidity she’s always known. Plenty of men too, eager to seduce her with their words into meeting them in dark alleys of true Danger. She never left town for college, instead attending the local Community College, and with never having moved away as her siblings did, she’s still cossetted by the confines of small-town thinking and living. To hear stories of ‘real life’ from others, how narrow her life really has been, has her mind fired up with all the ‘good things’ she’s missed out by marrying young and virginal..still having dinner with her parents or in-laws every Sunday, having boring, vanilla sex with her also-virgin husband. Flirting aimlessly with the cute guys at work, with no intentions of ever moving past that.

Suddenly the world seems a wide-open adventure just waiting for her to explore.

It’s no coincidence that the next night she deliberately takes the path that leads her to Chris’s bench. Anticipation makes her run shorter, skipping streets, her heart racing as she approaches the Square.

Of course, he’s sitting there, legs spread, advertising himself, as she thinks of it. He’s chatting with another man, and it’s someone she knows — her Junior year Calc instructor, who happens to be friends with her mother. “Damnit.” She mutters, ducking her shoulders, turning her head away as she picks back up to a jog, hoping to move silently past. Just another jogger enjoying the evening.

That doesn’t happen, as Chris’s sharp eyes are obviously looking for her. He raises his voice and says, “Hey girl jogger without her dog! How’s it going?” Liza’s instructor turns to see who Chris is hailing and he says loudly, “Liza, Liza Thompson is that you?”

“Shit, shit, shit.” She mutters again, turning her head and waving, “Hi Mr. Smith how’s it going?”

Liza picks up her pace and sprints to the end of the block. “Wind sprints, yep, gotta do more of those things.” She tells herself as she gasps a bit, inside her head trying to reconcile her planned encounter with Chris, but instead being rebuffed by running (almost literally) into someone with whom she is well-acquainted. Small town life: fuck your neighbor on Tuesday, it’s the hot topic at church on Sunday and posted on the town’s “What’s New About Town” on Monday.

It only occurs to her later, after her shower when she’s lying in bed next to her snoring husband that Mr. Smith called her ofise gelen escort out by name, and now Chris knows exactly who she is. He can look for her online presence and even find her house. That is some bad news right there, but she falls asleep hoping he’s not a stalker…

Several weeks pass and Liza worries back and forth over continuing the developing flirtation with Chris. Instructor Smith is not in her social circle and he’s hardly likely to mention to her parents over a beer that he saw Liza running on the Square — everyone knows she does. Stopping to talk to Chris would hardly be out of the ordinary, not a night goes by that she doesn’t see someone she knows. And why wouldn’t she know Chris? His kid could even be in her Girl Scout troop since she’s never met more than one or two of the dads in person.

Convincing herself that it’s still at a benign point and that she can avoid him on his bench any time she wants, as she’s done it off and on for months now, that night she puts on some new stretchy jogging shorts she picked up the previous week, one of her non-torn sports bras and a loose tank. Her silky blonde hair in its normal ponytail and a quick swipe of waterproof mascara, she bids her husband goodnight (an early riser, he’s rarely awake when she gets home and being a deep sleeper, never notices when she gets home) and heads out the door. Guilt for even THINKING about going to see the photos in Chris’s studio plagues her for the first few miles. Once she reaches her perfect rhythm, she feels the endorphins spread their good will throughout her body and by the time she hits the Square, she’s grinning and totally prepared to banter with Chris.

Who is………..not there. She can see the empty bench from a block away.

She pauses by his bench, then glances up at his office window. The light is on and his words echo in her mind, “no wife or kids or clients this late at night, it’s all my space”. Looking quickly about to make sure no one she knows is wandering down the street, she steps up to the street-level door that leads up to his office and rings the bell. Before she’s finished stepping back, the lock buzzes her in.

Drawing a deep breath, she pushes the door open and climbs the steps. Apprehension, excitement, arousal all coil in her stomach as she gets closer to the top step.

Chris appears in the doorway as she reaches the last step and says, in a deep and gravelly voice, “Will you walk into my parlor, beautiful jogging girl named Liza?” And Liza knows the point of no return has arrived. Danger awaits.

He offers her his hand and she extends hers to him. Together they walk into what had been a living room a hundred years ago when these buildings housed the downstairs business owners. Long windows reach from the floor to the ceiling, giving the room amazing ambient light and Liza realizes that Chris has turned the overhead light off on her climb up the stairs. It hides his actions from the street as well as hers, and the thought comes into her head, “He’s done this before.” And then he lets go of her hand as he points to the couch.

“You can sit there if you’d like, or we can go into the kitchen and I’ll turn the light on so you can see that picture I mentioned.”

Belatedly Liza realizes that his hand is cool in hers and that somewhere an air conditioning unit cools the space around them. Goosebumps rise up on her skin and she shivers as the drying sweat chills her.

“Cold?” He asks and pulls her closer to him. She doesn’t object and when his mouth touches hers, she presses against him and deepens the kiss. He groans and moves her backwards until her knees bump the couch. Down they go together and he pulls his t-shirt over his head before he returns to kissing her willing mouth.

“Liza, you have no idea how much I have waited for and wanted this.” He whispers in her ear. “When Jim Smith stopped by my bench that night I wanted to wring his bloody neck. And when he said your name, I was delighted that I finally had a name to go with the body I’ve been lusting after.”

His hands slide down her body to the edge of her tank top and he pushes it up, over her bra and touches the zipper on that. “May I?”

With a nod, Liza closes her eyes and lets him remove first her tank and then the bra. “You are so beautiful” he breaths as he kisses first her mouth, her neck and then down her body to the top of her shorts. “These too?” and she shakes her head from side to side, not knowing if she is objecting or even why she is.

“No, not yet.” Liza says. “Please just kiss me again.” And he does. They kiss forever, his bare skin against hers and she could feel his erection against her, pressing against her, knowing that if she said the words “fuck me” to him, he would. But she wants nothing more than foreplay right now and it feels so good, his tongue swirling around hers, learning her mouth, her skin, sucking gently and then harder on her nipples, otele gelen escort biting, driving her to the point of orgasm against him over and over.

Finally she pulls away, breathless even though she is panting, almost gasping for air. “Wait, please, stop for a minute.”

He is quiet as he rests his head on her chest, his own heart pounding as he feels hers against the side of his face.

“I take it you enjoyed that.” He says wryly, and she can hear the smile with a hint of amazement in his voice. “Do you always cum like that, without intercourse?”

“Yeah, I’ve never needed sex to orgasm.” Liza replies, her hands running through the softness of his hair as her breath returns and she can speak evenly. “I’m sorry, I’m just not ready for that.” She lifts her hips against his abdomen, feeling his erection against her leg.

“Not to worry little fly” Chris turns his head and runs his tongue from her lower belly up to her mouth and sucks her tongue into his mouth where he proceeds to drive her out of her mind again for a minute. “We have all the time there is.” Lifting his body from hers with his arms, he moves from the couch to a standing position in a short, fluid motion. “Come into the kitchen and I’ll get you a drink and show you those pictures.”

Liza watches him put his t-shirt over his head and arms through the holes as he walks from the darkness of the living room and into the kitchen, flipping the light switch as he enters. The brightness shocks her eyes for a moment and as they adjust, Chris began to whistle as he opens cabinets and then the fridge. Liza follows suit, more slowly, zipping her bra and adding her shirt over that. She goes into the kitchen, over to a small café table near the back windows of the room where he has a bottle of water and stack of frames sitting on the table top.

“You ok? I get the impression that you don’t do this kind of thing very often.” He speaks kindly, almost gentlemanly for a man who had been ravishing her mouth and body only a moment ago.

“Try never.” Liza uses her own wry tone as she opens the bottle and takes a long drink. “I’ve never been down this road and I’m not sure how I feel about it.” Swinging her short legs over the chair top, she sits down and puts her head in her hands before looking up at Chris. “Tell me this isn’t regular behavior for you either.”

“Nope, in fact I’m living in fear that my wife is going to call any second.” He laughs, somewhat nervously, but with a grin on his face too. “Sometimes she waits up for me, sometimes not. I’m hoping this a not night.”

“Me too.” Liza says, drinking more water and eyeing the pictures. “Where did you take these exactly?”

They discuss the pictures for a few minutes and Liza says abruptly, “I need to go, it’s what, midnight?” She stands up, ready to make her way to the door.

“Yep, and me too. Shall we do this again sometime?” Chris asks mildly, as he comes closer and strokes her arm, then cups his hand under her chin. “No pressure, Liza, if you just want to come up and talk, that works too.”

“Yes, please.” Liza feels brazen enough to lick his thumb, which is resting against her lips. “I want to, very much.”

Chris, whose eyes are on her mouth, leans over and kisses her again, a deep, hard kiss that leaves Liza breathless and definitely wanting more.

“Tomorrow I go back to being a boring mom getting hit on by college kids, this has been…..amazing.” She tells him and turns to run down the stairs and all the way home.

Over the next few weeks Liza stops once or twice a week at Chris’s studio. Every night they make out like teenagers, closer and closer to fucking every time. They also talk. A lot. About everything. It’s the ‘getting to know you stage’ of a relationship that’s not exactly a relationship.

One night they are sitting at the table, talking and drinking when Liza slides off her chair and goes over to Chris. She stops his sentence with a kiss and runs her hand down his naked chest to his shorts, feeling the hardness of his erection against her palm. Her eyes on his, she undoes the button at the top and slides the zipper down. Chris lets out a strangled moan as she urges him off of the chair and slides his shorts down to his ankles, his cock erect against his belly. She fondles him gently, then harder, stroking him as she kneels on the floor in his shadow.

He’s substantially bigger than her husband and she mentions this aloud, a note of amusement in her voice. “You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, all two of them.” She strokes him and then takes the tip of his penis into her mouth, licking, sucking, teasing.

“Holy shit Liza.” And then he is begging with his words, with his body for her to envelope him in her mouth. Thrusting into her mouth, he’s holding onto the table for support and Liza grips him with her hand, content with teasing him with kisses and gentle sucking. Until he goes deeper into her throat, and she pushes back, raking her teeth against his cock as she pulls away.

“Do that again”, he begs and she is stroking and sucking on him, using her teeth gently and then not so gently until he erupts, his cum filling her mouth and running down her chin as she continues to stroke him. Wordless noises come from his mouth and she can tell that it’s only his hand on the table that’s holding him upright.

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Shay laughed, hair brushing her face as she shook her head. “I did not ‘burn down the dorm,’ I just dared Gemma to try to light her breath on fire. Not my fault she lit the whole bottle of rum instead.”

“Yeah, well, I still had to run outside half naked when the alarm went off, regardless of whose fault it was,” Anya said. “You’re lucky I have nice tits. Pretty sure that’s actually how I met Dave.” She glanced over into the den, where her husband was making an obscene gesture with his game controller. The guys got together a few times a month, usually at Shay’s. They’d all been friends since junior high, and Dave and Sam had married college roommates. Brad and Jesse’s wives clicked with Anya and Shay’s sarcasm and love of cheap booze, so “the wives club” tagged along for some of the hangouts. They watched bad movies and usually ended up passed out in one of the guest rooms while their husbands played into the wee hours of the morning.

“Ok, did you see that? How many people did you know in high school who got to make some big speech at prom? Teen movies are crap.” Penny went back to the home screen, eliciting groans from Anya, Shay, and Gina. It had taken them half an hour to pick a movie they agreed on in the first place.

“Speaking of high school, when was the last time any of you played a good old fashioned drinking game?” Shay reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka.

Penny put on an exaggerated pucker, pressed her breasts together, and leaned in.

“Wanna get me in a closet for seven minutes in heaven, huh?”

“That’s less enticing when I have my own tits to play with, but I appreciate the offer. I was thinking more like truth or dare. When it’s your turn, you choose. If you don’t want to answer the question or do the dare, you drink.”

“Sure, why not?” said Anya. “I’m just calling a rule of no dares that leave the house. I am not putting a bra or real pants back on — it’s past 9pm. Shay, since it was your idea, and you for some reason cart booze around in your purse, which we’ll talk about later, you can go first — truth or dare?”

“Mmm…dare,” she said, taking a swig from the bottle. Clearly she wouldn’t be waiting for a rejected question or dare to get buzzed.

“I dare you to go into the den, lift up your shirt, and see if any of the guys notice.” Shay chuckled, knowing the likelihood of pulling them away from their game was exceedingly low. She sashayed into the living room, lifted her shirt, even jumping up and down, with no reaction.

“See — just you guys are gonna see Lola and Betty tonight.”

“It’s still so weird that you named your boobs.”

“What can I say, the girls like personal attention. Your turn, Penny — truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When you blow Brad, where does he finish?” The other girls “ooooh”ed like middle schoolers, as Penny bit her lip, deep in thought.

“I really don’t know. I don’t think I’ve given him a kızılay escort bj in at least a few years.” Shay’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she noticed Anya and Gina nodding in solidarity.

“Preach,” said Gina. “Not that the hubs doesn’t ask for them, but I hate giving them. Literally what is enjoyable about gagging?”

“Wait,” said Shay, “are you telling me that none of you suck cock anymore?”

“No,” said Penny. She noticed Shay’s expression. “Are you telling me you do?”

“Yeah. All the time. I literally used to be able to finish just from doing it. How am I the only one here?”

“Well, hell, just make sure Sam doesn’t say anything to the other guys — we’ll never get any peace about why he gets it and they don’t.”

______________________________________

“Aw, damnit!” Jesse shouted, throwing the controller at Dave. “You realize you were looking at Sam’s screen, not mine, right?”

“Suck my dick, dude — I’m here to have fun, and watching you get annoyed is fun.”

“Don’t you have a wife for that? Pretty sure she’s in the next room,” Jesse countered.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s just dying to get on her knees. She loves it so much we’re up to one time every three years.”

Sam laughed, then stopped abruptly when he saw that Dave was serious. “Dude, that blows. Or — doesn’t blow. I can’t imagine only getting them that often. Just glad my wife is basically a succubus. Though I’m guessing mythical sex demons don’t own as many pairs of yoga pants.”

Brad knelt dramatically in front of Sam “Oh wise sage, tell us of your secrets so that we too may enjoy sexual overtures of the oral persuasion.” Sam pushed him over, and they all laughed.

“No secret — it’s not anything I did. If it were merit-based I’d never get one. Shay’s got this thing where she gets off on knowing she’s gotten a guy turned on or gotten him off, so the more into it I am, the more into it she is. And let me just say,” he lowered his voice, “she has some skills. Does this thing with her finger in her mouth…I don’t even know. But it’s amazing.”

“Such crap, dude — the least you could do is share.”

___________________________________

“This may be the vodka talking, but I have an idea.”

“Penny, nothing good ever starts that way.”

“No really — it’s a little crazy, but I think it could work. We don’t want to give blowjobs. Our husbands want blowjobs. Shay here practically gets cock drunk, apparently. What if the guys all just go to her?”

Shay spit out her shot. “Ex-cuse me? Did you just volunteer me to be the group cum guzzler? Because as much as I’ve fantasized about being slutty, I’m pretty sure Sam would object. Besides, do you really want me all over your husbands’ dicks?”

“Think about it,” said Penny, “it’s you, and we love you. And we know that you’re not after the guys. And let’s be honest — we’ll kolej escort hear about the fact that you do it anyway. But this way we know it’s a thing, but we also don’t have to do it, or hear them complain.”

“Ok, this is definitely the vodka, but I think Penny is onto something,” Gina said. “I would love to never have to be asked to swallow a load again.”

“Anya, are you on this psycho train, too?” Shay turned to find her best friend deep in thought.

“Well, we did have that threesome junior year with that frat guy I was dating, so it’s not like there’s no precedent for you being in bed — or on the floor — with a guy I’m with. And you can act as prissy as you want — I know you love attention, and validation, and getting guys worked up in general. This just gives you more targets.”

Shay tried to protest, but she couldn’t tell Anya she was wrong without lying, and Anya knew it. It didn’t matter — Sam would never be on board.

“Sure — let me just go ask my husband for permission to suck off his friends on the regular.” She padded into the den, narrowly avoiding a thrown couch pillow on its way to Brad. “Babe, can I talk to you?”

Sam followed her into the kitchen, grabbing her ass as she bent down to grab a beer from the cooler.

“Funny you should lead with that — wanna hear the latest the girls have come up with in their booze marinated brains?”

“Oh no — what this time? Please tell me Gina isn’t going to start selling that skincare crap again.”

“Nope — they want to outsource their wifely acts to yours truly.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Penny proposed that since none of them like sucking cock, all of the guys can come to me — pun intended — for that.” She laughed, but Sam didn’t join in. When she looked up, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What?”

“Well, maybe it’s not that crazy.” He held out his hand, cutting off her interruption. “The guys are already jealous of me and what I get. And you know I love knowing someone else wants what I have. Imagine how much they’d feel that way once they know what they’re missing. Besides,” he said, stepping closer and putting his hands on her hips, “you are way too talented for me to monopolize that filthy tongue of yours.”

“You’re all nuts. Or drunk. Or both.”

“C’mon babe — think about it. You could walk in the room for any of our get togethers and know that the guys are all thinking about how fucking hot you are when you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth. And we could make it a condition that I’m part of at least some of it. I’ve always wanted to see you getting stuffed from both sides.” He pressed into her, giving weight to his words. “I think you should do it.”

He leaned forward, and began kissing her, hands gripping her ass. She felt a slight flush as she pulled back — she wasn’t usually one for PDA. But the guys were maltepe escort just staring, eyes drifting to her ass as Sam pulled her skirt up slightly, giving them a better view. She looked over to her friends, sure that one of them would have something to say about all of this, but they were smiling. Gina was blushing slightly, but Shay heard her whisper “I think this is going to work”, and she and the others left the room, presumably to go back to their drinks.

Suddenly Shay felt a presence behind her. Warm hands slid over her hips, and lips pressed against her neck. She turned to find Dave looking at her appreciatively, the inseam of his shorts strained with the effort of containing his erection. Sam wrapped his arms around her and slipped her shirt down, exposing her breasts. Nipples stiffening (just the air, she thought, right? I can’t really be this turned on by flashing the guys, right?)

Dave took that as an invitation, and ran his hands over her, cupping her tits, then sucked them in turn as he freed his cock. He was a little shorter than Sam, she noticed, but thicker. She was glad the arrangement was sucking, not fucking, because it looked like the girth could keep her from walking for at least a day.

Finally giving herself over to the moment, she slid down her skirt and panties and slipped out of them, stepping back slightly toward Sam, whose now bare cock pressed into her ass. She looked back at him, and he nodded, giving the green light for whatever was next. She stepped toward Dave, walking him back with a hand on his chest and pushing him down to the couch.

She knelt in front of him and wrapped her hands around his shaft, feeling herself begin to nearly drip with anticipation. She had to admit, while this wasn’t something she’d have thought of, she was incredibly turned on by the attention, and by the thought of being shared.

Brad and Jesse were still in their original positions on the easy chair and the other side of the couch, respectively. Shay was secretly delighted to notice that they had their cocks out too, and were stroking themselves to the scene playing out. She teased Dave, and her “audience” by lightly flicking her tongue up his shaft while using a glistening bead of precum to massage the head.

She hesitated for a moment, still not quite having processed that this was really happening, then swiftly lowered her head, taking the entire length of Dave’s cock into her mouth. She slid a finger into her mouth, stroking it against him like a second tongue, eliciting a deep moan.

As she came up for air, Sam slid a hand between her legs, fingering her for only a moment before he slipped his cock into her soaked pussy and began fucking her. She began sucking Dave off again, and each thrust of Sam’s hips brought his dick further into her mouth. After a few minutes, she came, moaning and whimpering around Dave. His breathing quickened, and he groaned as she swallowed his cum. Sam wasn’t far behind, pulling out and finishing on her ass.

Shay looked around the room, gratified to see that Brad and Jesse had also finished. She had technically just made four guys cum. They sat silently, no one knowing what to say. She knew she had to do something.

“Who do I have to blow to get a towel around here?”

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Over the next several weeks, I thought about the interaction and the progress she had made in overcoming the negative feelings about her illicit sex. While we didn’t have any further deep conversations, I felt based on her demeanor that she had moved past the event. Indeed, part of me felt she had intended to deliver a message that parts of it she found enjoyable. After lots of thought, I decided I needed to test this theory, and slowly I formulated a plan.

The following Friday I took Abby to a top-end steak house that was heavy with meat, wine, and testosterone. I tried to get her to wear the dress I had picked out but she pushed back and I reluctantly relented as it wasn’t crucial to my plans. Still, she looked very good in her more modest cocktail dress, and between the patrons and staff, she received at least a hundred appreciative looks. We left immediately after dessert, but halfway home I made a turn that confused her and it wasn’t until we pulled up in front of Luther’s that she realized there was more to the night.

“Oh really?” she said as the valet opened the door, but she got out without hesitation while giving the young man a nice view of her legs

Without protest, she allowed me to direct her to the area we had visited before, and I sensed some excitement in her step as we moved through the darker confines. However, she stopped dead in her track when we arrived at a table where Frank and Clemmy sat.

“Wow, this is amazing to see you guys,” I said in a fake voice, trying hard to hold back a laugh.

“No kidding! Good to see you again,” Frank responded as he stood and hugged my wife.

Of course, I had arranged the rendezvous in the hope that it would help clarify if she had signaled something, an acceptance or interest, during our intimate conversation. She rolled her eyes at me, knowing it had been pre-arranged, but dutifully sat on the opposite love seat facing the mature couple.

“You think you’re so clever,” she whispered in my ear the first chance she got after the waitress left.

“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

She wasn’t mad, in fact, I think she found it amusing, and soon the conversation was going well with no sign of any concerns about our night in the tent.

The bottle of wine we split at the restaurant had gone down well and given us a mellow feeling, and as we chatted after downing several drinks, I knew Abby was feeling no pain. So, with a nod at Frank, which was a pre-planned action, he made the move.

“Why don’t you beautiful girls trade places for a bit,” he said in his well-mannered voice.

Abby looked at me, but it was more as a smirk than a sign of annoyance, and when Clemmy was almost to us, she started to rise and then made the short move across to the other sofa. The older woman immediately snuggled in close to my side and placed her hand on my thigh, close to my growing dick.

“You’re a good husband,” she whispered into my ear.

“Am I? I think I’m just one that gives his wife away,” I replied.

“Darling, you have to quit treating her like a saint,” she told me.

“Well, to me she is a saint,” I replied, feeling the need to defend her honor.

“Trust me. She had the time of her life that night in the tent,” she responded as her hand found my hardness.

“How do you know?” I asked, feeling she was just saying what she wanted to be true.

“I know,” the older woman said and pulled my head down so we could kiss.

She held my head firmly in her hands as our mouths locked, and our kiss became quite passionate. When we finally broke, I looked over and Abby was in a similar embrace with Frank who also had his hand on her ass. Their kiss ended a few seconds later and my wife looked towards me with an impish smile that conveyed both vulnerability and guilt. However, her gaze didn’t last long as Frank pulled her back and kissed her again.

“How do you…” I began to ask my older partner, but she stopped me by finding my lips again.

“I just do,” she giggled when we broke.

“How?” I asked in a more demanding voice.

“I can’t tell you,” she answered.

“Why not? Tell me,” I pushed.

There was a long pause as she stared at me before she finally said, “Okay, I’m going to tell you and you can be smart or stupid with what you’re about to hear.”

“Okay…” I replied, confused by her message.

“Since that night…that time in the tent. I’ve met Abby three times,” she stated.

“What?” I replied in shock.

I had thought my wife had been so upset by that evening that I couldn’t imagine her meeting with Clemmy. Although, as it sunk in, her recent behavior did offer some clues that I had been wrong about some things.

“Yes, hon… Now, you can never share that information,” she continued, looking at me for affirmation.

“Okay,” I said, feeling my mouth go dry.

“We’ve met once for lunch and twice for drinks and discussed everything,” she explained, as my eyes grew large.

“And?” I asked.

“I told you. She had the time of her life,” she said.

“I don’t eve gelen escort understand. She got very angry with me,” I told her.

“Honey, no woman, especially a young one is going to admit to her husband that she loved sex with another man. You have to coax that out of her over time,” she said softly as we cuddled.

“Did you tell her I arranged with y’all to meet here?” I asked.

“No sweetie. We thought it would be way more fun to just let it play out,” she giggled.

“Y’all are bad. No…y’all are evil,” I replied in mock offense, which made her giggle even harder.

“Tell me what she liked about it,” I asked when the thought popped up in my brain.

“They fucked her,” she answered.

“Yes, I know but what did she like about it,” I continued, hoping they had shared that conversation.

“Honey, listen to me. You make love to your wife and treat her like an angel. Frank and Jim fucked her,” she explained.

“Oh…I…” I started to reply but just stopped.

“Don’t take it bad. It’s wonderful. Just think about it sometimes,” the older woman counseled.

I gave her a little nod indicating I understood her message and she squeezed my dick in response. For the next thirty minutes, I played with Clemmy while Frank enjoyed my wife, but without the ability to proceed further, our fondling eventually slowed. However, rather than call it a night, we started a nice conversation that I could tell Abby enjoyed. I think it showed her that our interactions didn’t have to always be about sex.

I thought Luther would make an appearance at some point, and in truth, I was looking forward to it. It took a while but suddenly I heard a deep voice and looking across the room, I watched him shake the hand of another patron. He didn’t make a beeline for our table but as he worked the crowd, I could tell we would be the ultimate destination. The others spotted him just after me and Abby smiled broadly before trying to hide it after glancing my way.

“Welcome Frank!” he said loudly and then added with a small nod, “Abby.”

“Us, too!” Clemmy tossed out.

“Yes, of course,” he laughed but his eyes quickly went back to my wife.

“Join us?” Frank asked.

“Yes, certainly,” he replied and squeezed next to Abby.

His body pushed her even more tightly against Frank and since his arm was already over her shoulders, Luther rested his large paw on her upper thigh. She looked down at it and then towards me which made Clemmy laugh openly.

“Enjoy the attention, honey,” the older woman laughed.

The conversation started anew and lasted for a good ten minutes with everyone engaged. Then, the women declared they needed to go to the restroom and departed. I felt certain there would be a discussion about the women while they were gone but we talked sports instead. When they returned, they took the same spots and the talk began again but I could tell Clemmy had something on her mind and when I got her attention, she gave me a big smile.

“Here,” she said holding out her clenched fist and when I offered my hand, she dropped a lacy red thong into it, and whispered, “Your wife’s.”

The shocked look on my face must have been comical because Clemmy started to laugh and I quickly tried to put the small garment in my pocket, but Luther and Frank spotted it.

“That belong to my girl?” the large black man asked as Frank chuckled.

“Well, they’re not mine,” Clemmy confirmed.

Luther lowered his head and started a whispered conversation with my wife. In doing so, she moved closer to him, causing Frank to take his arm from her shoulders. We all watched the scene and after several minutes he nuzzled her until he found her lips. Slowly, her arm encircled his neck but he kept his hand on her thigh. I sensed what he wanted and it didn’t take long before he began to inch up the smooth skin. When his fingertips disappeared, Clemmy started to slowly pull on my dick which had already become rock hard.

“You do this?” I whispered to the woman guessing she put the idea into my wife’s head.

“I did,” she giggled, and then said, “But, it was really easy.”

Luther went slow and not only built the anticipation for Abby but the rest of us as well. The dress, cut a few inches above the knee, was not overly tight and Abby let him work it up while occasionally lifting her butt to make it easier. All the time he worked on her, they alternated between kissing and intimate talk. It seemed to take forever but it was likely no more than five minutes until he had the dress bunched near her waist providing us a sweet view of her creamy thighs. Silently, we watched him circle for the kill and when it appeared that he was getting close, Clemmy found the magical spot on the bottom of my dick near the base that made it hard to concentrate.

“God, you’re evil,” I managed to force out.

“Hush, watch your wife,” she replied.

Seconds later Abby’s body stiffened and a tiny squeal escaped that let us know he had landed on her pussy. gaziosmanpaşa escort Her sounds soon turned into needy whimpers and when I saw the rhythmic movement of his arm, I knew my lovely wife was being publicly finger banged.

“Damn,” I heard a male voice behind me say.

The word momentarily broke my concentration and looking around I could see that the couples at two other tables were watching intently. I didn’t dare turn around to determine who delivered the expletive but knew others were looking on, too.

“Cum for me baby,” Clemmy coached and I wondered if my wife was receiving the same message from the black man.

Abby’s orgasm arrived with little warning. One second, she was riding his fingers letting out soft mews and the next she had a tight grip on his arm and fought to hold back her excited squeals. The last few seconds she tried to push against his hand and as the feeling swept through her she forced her face tightly against his chest. Then, it was over and when he took his wet fingers from her pussy, caressed her face, and kissed her tenderly, I exploded.

“Shit,” I gasped suddenly needing air.

“Good, baby. You got to enjoy it together,” she whispered.

After that, things ended quickly. Everyone finished their drink and then we were leaving. I purposefully avoided eye contact with the other patrons as I made for the stairs and just as I reached them, I felt a hand on my arm.

“Hold up if you don’t mind,” Luther requested.

Abby stopped, too, but Frank and Clemmy continued and when we were alone, I asked, “What’s up?”

“Just wondering if you might see it right to let me have those panties,” he explained as a smile broke out.

“Oh my God,” Abby replied with an embarrassed laugh.

I stared at him for a moment, considering my options before reaching in my pocket, pulling out the thong, and handing it to him. He looked at it with a smile and for a moment I thought he try a smell but he glanced at my wife and then pushed the garment into his jacket.

“I guess you earned them,” I smiled which made my wife gasp.

Once in the car, I tried to feign irritation but Abby would have none of it and her wandering hands went first to my chest and then my leg. Unfortunately, she came straight into contact with the wet spot left by my ejaculation.

“What’s this?” she demanded, turning so she could look directly at my face.

“Nothing…look I need to drive,” I responded trying to deflect her query.

She brought her fingers to her nose and then looked at me and said, “You did it in your pants?”

I tried to think of a clever response, but finally admitted, “Clemmy made me.”

“Ha! Well, I better not hear any scolding from you,” she announced. Several seconds of silence ensued, and then she said, “I think we’re nuts and you should have told me we were going to Luther’s.”

Fortunately, we made it home without incident and went straight to the bedroom.

Emboldened by what I had learned and witnessed that evening, as soon as we were in bed, I said in a low voice, “I think my wife has some playfulness in her.”

For a moment, she looked at me with a strange expression and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she contemplated a reply. However, the verbal response never materialized. Instead, she planted her lips on mine while using her hands to pull me tightly against her warm body. That started us off and I had to hold her back so that I could tease and caress her body to raise her to the level of excitement I wanted. Eventually, I found my head between her widely spread legs where I licked around her opening, then teased her engorged nub while she writhed in excitement and anticipation. Deciding I didn’t want her to orgasm this way, when she started to crest, I backed off, which soon had her pleading in frustration.

“Baby, please…” she whined when my tongue left her clit.

I brought it back for a bit until her hips were rolling, then stopped again. Repeating this several times, soon I had her hands on my head as her hips moved seeking contact. Knowing it was time, I broke free, lifted over her, and pushed my dick completely into her in one fluid motion.

“Ohhhh…ohhhh…oh yes…” she cried out excitedly.

Now, remembering Clemmy’s words, I decided I wanted to fuck her like her lovers, so I pushed the pillows away, grasped her hands in mine, and held them over her head. I used my knees to spread her legs wide and started to thrust powerfully into her well-prepared pussy.

“Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh…” she grunted, filling the room with her sounds in rhythm with my movement.

“Damn you feel good,” I called out loudly.

“What…what are you doing? she managed to force out between cries.

“Taking my wife,” I declared, acting bolder than normal.

Her face was a mixture of lust and confusion, and when I heard her cries become more forced…more labored, I started fucking her even harder. I knew she was close, but so was I, and it was imperative gölbaşı escort that I bring her to orgasm first or my efforts would be meaningless. Using all my willpower to hold off, I maintained a strong movement hoping she would let go. Several times, I thought it had arrived, but on each occasion, it seemed to fade, and then suddenly, without warning, it hit. She began to thrash beneath me while crying out loudly as she fought to wrest her hands free.

I held her firmly and watched as the climax swept through her body, feeling her vagina clench several times. As the orgasm passed, we stared into each other’s eyes and I sensed that she was surrendering, giving herself to me, completely. When that feeling hit my brain, I knew there was no holding back and with a primal roar, I erupted, spewing my juices into the very bottom of her crevice.

Sweat was dripping from my body onto hers, and I struggled to suck in air while we continued to gaze at each other. Then, with a broad smile, I lowered my mouth and found hers and we began a deep kiss that seemed to go on forever. In the middle, I lowered my body onto hers, feeling her breasts pressed into my chest, and slowly moved my hips in response to the amazing feeling I was still experiencing from our connection. Finally, I rolled to her side, but quickly pulled her tightly against me and we cuddled and kissed each other while making soft mewing sounds of joy.

“You are amazing,” I whispered.

“That was intense,” she purred as her hand stroked my hair.

“Did you like it?” I asked, thinking she did but wanting confirmation.

“Are you kidding? I just want to know where it’s been,” she replied.

We maintained our embrace for some time, then Abby used her hands to push me back and started to climb on top.

“Let’s make love all night,” she demanded, finding my partially erect dick, and bringing it to her soaked opening.

She gave out a low whine as it slid in, then she leaned back, allowing my hands to go to her perfect breasts, and we started a slow rocking movement. We continued this way for a long time, making soft sounds of pleasure and whispering how much we loved each other until finally, she fell forward onto my chest.

“I’m too exhausted to make love all night,” she declared, which made us both laugh loudly.

We stayed connected, and I slowly stroked her hair, while continuing to enjoy the warm feeling of her body. My mind went to the message that Clemmy had delivered to me earlier and it made me want to probe more, but I didn’t know where to start. Fortunately, I didn’t have to.

“You were different tonight,” Abby stated, bringing up the subject of our sex again.

“You said you like it,” I replied, hoping she would say more.

“I did, but it was different. Where did it come from?” she asked.

I thought for a moment about what to say, as I was worried my comment might come across too bold, but finally, I decided to just go with it, “I don’t know sweetie. Maybe seeing Frank…it reminded me of how y’all were.”

Her body got stiff and her breathing seemed to stop for several seconds before she replied, “That’s not what I expected to hear.”

“Why not? You said you had a big orgasm. One of the biggest,” I answered, continuing to push.

She raised her head and looked at me then let it fall back to my chest before asking, “Would you really do it again?”

“No, honey. You…too upsetting. Remember what we went through,” I answered, wanting her to declare her interest now that I knew about her talks with Clemmy.

“Okay,” she whispered, but after a few seconds of silence, she asked, “And if I didn’t?”

“Honey, I know you don’t want to,” I replied, although I was pretty sure she meant her question differently.

Once more she lifted her head and looked at me then said, “I mean if I didn’t get upset.”

I don’t know. Are you saying you want to?” I asked, trying to extract her full confession.

“No…” she answered in another whisper and then dropped her head back down. after getting so close.

The anticipation of hearing her admit her desires made my dick completely hard. I hoped for more so I remained silent to give her space as I slowly ran my hand over her body but it didn’t take long for my lust to win out and I turned her over, slipped gently inside, and started an easy movement. Almost immediately, she started to emit a litany of contented sighs that ended when she opened her eyes.

“What are you thinking?” she asked in a way that made me think her mind was still on our prior exchange.

I thought about continuing the verbal chess game as we searched for each other’s true feelings, but growing impatient, I decided to be forthright, “Thinking about you in the tent.”

“And?” she asked quickly, almost eagerly.

“I want to see it again,” I replied, putting it all out there.

“Really?” she asked, but I felt her ever so slightly start to push back against my slow thrusts.

“Yes, baby,” I confirmed.

“If it what’s you want, you know I…I’ll do it,” she responded, still clinging to some innocence.

I let her have her way and started moving faster, and almost immediately her hands went to my ass. Soon, she was moaning and sighing from the attention, and I guessed our short conversation had excited her as it had me. Besides, with our agreement, my brain was spinning with thoughts and visions I couldn’t hold back.

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Beginnings

This started in the summer of 1976.

My girlfriend and I were living in a large southern city and always had a satisfying sex life even before we began playing with others. We met when she was 18 and I was 22. At that time I was 6’2″, 180 lbs. and she was 4’11” and Rubenesque with amazingly large, firm breasts. When she entered a room then men and women really noticed. She did not flaunt her sexuality at all. As a matter of fact, she came from a very conservative Southern family. If anything, she was embarrassed by her outsized breasts, but she knew they set her apart and men were especially attracted to her because of it.

At college in the late 70’s, we began playing with our close college friends almost by accident. Amy, my then girlfriend, shared a house with a skinny, wild redhead named Sally. Her boyfriend George and I shared a house as well. We were constantly bouncing back and forth as couples and from house to house. One day my girlfriend and I came home from classes and our friends were in the middle of a torrid fuck. We stood outside their bedroom door listening, giggling, and getting very aroused. When they finally finished in a roaring mutual orgasm, we began whooping and hollering and applauding at the top of our lungs. Our friends were initially, very angry with us but were soon laughing too.

In addition, the four of us were not that concerned about walking around in our underwear or running nude after a shower from the bathroom to our bedrooms. It was also a time of rampant drug use. Many of these substances such as Mescaline, acid, weed, etc. were consumed almost daily, and lowered inhibitions a lot. I can’t really remember exactly what led to the four of us getting naked, but we did and proceeded to swap partners. It was very strange and wonderful. To be with one naked woman was amazing but to be in bed with two beautiful but physically very different women was, literally, like a grup escort dream.

Our lady friend was built almost dead opposite of my girl. As I said, Amy was short, stacked, and voluptuous. Sally on the other hand, was thin, 5’6″ ish with wild, kinky red hair and a beautiful tiny ass and small, red nipple tipped breasts. George was dark and handsome, about 5″10 and 160. Amy really liked George as a friend, but I don’t know if she had any sexual feeling towards him. Sally was not my type as I generally like a fleshier woman, but I still got super turned on being with her as did she with me.

That afternoon we had dropped some strawberry mescaline and that enhanced the experience. As we made love to each other I would sit back holding Sally as we sat against the headboard and George and Amy fucked and ate each other, or I would sit back stroking my cock while Sally, George and Amy performed various sex acts for my viewing pleasure.

As Amy and George watched and stroked Sally, I got between her legs and dove into the hairiest, slimiest cunt I had ever experienced. Amy was blonde and sparsely thatched, so this was completely different.

I was initially put off as I tried to get the pubic hair to part and find her slit. Hairy or not I love eating pussy and hers was no different. She was only 19 at this time and evidently George wasn’t hitting her buttons because she went crazy. As she ground her pussy onto my face, I grabbed her ass in both hands lifted her up to my mouth and ate her to countless, gushing orgasms. I had never experienced a woman this multi-orgasmic.

The highlight of the day was when George and I were spit-roasting Sally. I was on my knees feeding her my cock and George was pumping her from behind. Sally turned out to be super-orgasmic when sucking cock. She was really grunting and moaning as George pounded her from behind. It was too much for iranlı escort me and I came like a gusher in Sally’s mouth. I have always produced a lot of cum and Sally was overwhelmed by the amount and force of my orgasm. She swallowed as fast as she could but within seconds choked a huge mouthful of cum over my cock and balls. That sent George over the top in a bizarre thrusting orgasm while he burst out laughing. That broke any tension we had about our little adventure.

We had a wonderful experience with only minor awkwardness after. It continued until throughout college and into our careers until George passed unexpectedly of a heart attack.

George’s passing crushed Sally who by then had been married to George for a decade. She eventually moved to Europe to teach American service member kids but when home visiting her folks would call or drop by and the three of us would spend a glorious night together in our bed with Sally.

One night the three of us were resting in bed after a sexual bout and were just talking when Sally asked us if we had ever done anal. Amy and I looked at each other and told her that we had wanted to, but Amy just couldn’t relax enough to take my 8″ cock. (Remember, I’m 6’2″ and she is 4’11”. We had also had a very painful episode when Amy and I were making hard love on our living room floor. I was on top of her thrusting away when my cock inadvertently when in her back door about 4 inches with no waring and no lube. She screamed in pain and after I gently withdrew, she was torn a little. Any chance of anal after that was remote.)

Sally looked at us and said that it was too bad we had that terrible experience. She said when done slowly, lovingly and with sufficient lube, it can be amazingly erotic. Amy looked at me and she knew immediately what I was thinking. She just grinned and looked at Sally and suggested she let me experience keçiören escort her ass. Sally sheepishly grinned at us and said, “Sure but go slow and listen to me.”

We stripped the bed down to the bottom sheet and Sally got on her side with me spooning her from behind. Amy lay down on her side facing sally and they began making out as I lifted Sally’s left leg and began rubbing her hairy cunt spreading my cum as it ran from her. I worked my cum into her snatch and teased her asshole for several minutes until I was able to slide my entire middle finger deep into her backside. She was on fire from my actions and those of Amy.

All three of us were very aroused. My cock, my coated in lube, was harder than ever. As I positioned myself with my cock at her rosebud she reached back and took control of my entry. She and Amy stopped their lovemaking as we began the slow process on easing my cock into her back passage. She held my cock in her left hand and put it against her hole and, breathing rhythmically told me to, “Push…” As the head of my cock popped past her anal ring, she took a deep breath and asked me to hold it there while she adjusted and relaxed more. After about another 30 seconds she licked her sweat covered lip and told me she could take me now. I pushed my turgid cock further into her and as she quietly moaned, “Oh my God…”, my 8 inches was balls deep in Sally ass for the first time.

With her left hand pushing against my right hip, she had me start pulling out slowly until I was only several inches out of her and pushed all the way back in. This brought more passionate sounds from her and she began having small, shivering orgasms as I gradually picked up speed and Amy was doing a full-frontal exploration of Sally’s breasts and clitoris. Sally came repeatedly, bucking and spasming until I thrust myself as deep into her ass as far as I could go and erupted. My pulsing, jetting cock inside her ass sent her to an almost catatonic state.

As she and I lay there gasping for breath and enjoying the afterglow, my cock slid out of her ass along with a rush of my cum. Amy tenderly kissed and stroked Sally as she recovered. Amy was amazed but we never did anal as a couple.

We hang with Sally to this day and we are now in our mid-60’s.

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I have to tell you about a work trip I went on with my team to Amsterdam, it was a 2-day buying trip. We’d been away many times before but obviously because it was Amsterdam and because I had a new starter working for me it became more interesting.

The group was 4 people Rosie, Chris, Ashley and me. Rosie was full of life, very sexual and with a male sense of humour. She was very attractive in an unconventional way, large curly dark hair, dark eyes a wicked smile and a good body with big firm tits and strong athletic legs. She’s not really the focus of the story, however.

Ashley was new to the business, she was stunning. Light blonde shoulder length hair, very naturally pretty face with gorgeous blue eyes. Her body was slight, slim with small breasts and long slender legs. She also knew how to dress; she very rarely wore a bra and you could always make out her what seemed to be long hard nipples most days. She also always wore heels of some description either 6-inch skyscrapers or wedge strappy sandals. These always accentuated her stunning legs.

We arrived in Amsterdam together in the morning and set about our day of meetings, nothing new here all very normal. Back to the hotel for a quick change then out for a business dinner with our meeting partners. All very nice a few drinks and all in the hotel bar for midnight. We all decided that tomorrow night being our last night we would have a big night out. We booked a dinner reservation for 8pm and only had one meeting in the morning the following day.

We woke and attended our meeting, and had it done and dusted by 11.30am. Back to the hotel and lunch we all agreed.

We wandered around the back of the hotel on to a little street and found a lunch restaurant. The drinks started to flow, and the conversations took a slutty turn and inuendo’s followed. Nothing too risqué but it had started. After an hour or so of food and alcohol. Rosie and Chris decided to go and do a little shopping leaving Ashley and I to carry on the conversation.

Conversation turned to my situation, I was divorced and recently got with my current wife. I had been with her around 4 months and it was going well but I didn’t let Ashley know. I was giving her the tales of woe story and not satisfied. She was sympathetic and then started flirting. Holding my hand, entwining her legs around mine at the table. She had on a white vest top with her nipples clearly visible, a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her arse and some black high heels. She was so sexy, the more she drank the more tactile she became, and I was loving it.

We decided to move to a new bar over the road. We walked hand in hand, and it felt great like we were an actual couple. I was heady I have to admit it, all thoughts of my partner (now wife) were out of the window. Right now, it was me and her and I wanted her badly.

We walked into the bar and sat at the bar asked for our drinks and she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue found mine quickly and it was so passionate and unexpected. She pulled back and stared at me, I’ve never felt like it in my life. Like the whole of the world was watching me saying “fuck yes go on son’!!

We got our drinks and went and sat on a sofa as close as we could get to each other. Time flew by and we were deep in conversation about everything. We looked at the time and noticed it was 7.15pm and had to leave for the restaurant at 7.45. We darted back to the hotel hand in hand laughing all the way.

We burst into the reception and Rosie and Chris were sat in the bra drinking. Rosie looked incredible in a Black wrap around dress which finished above the knee but had fallen so her right leg was completely out and her tits were literally popping out of the top. Ashley apologised for us being late and she’d be 10 minutes getting ready.

We both headed to the lift. The minute the lift door closed we were all over each other I had her top up and was sucking her huge nipples into my mouth, she was groping my cock through my pants. The “ping” of the lift stopped us, and she took my hand and led me to her room. The door wasn’t even shut, and she was stripping out of her jeans and nickers. I didn’t have to say a word as she got on the bed and offered her pussy and arse to me. I took my thick cock out of my pants and wiped my hard cock up and down her wet slit. I glided into her easily with only a moan from her mouth.

I took hold of her slender hips and began to fuck her for all my life was worth. I caught sight of her face in the mirror and she had an incredible dikmen escort look of slut all over her face. Eyes wide and mouth wide open as I began to rhythmically fuck her harder and harder. I could feel my orgasm building and within in minutes I withdrew and came all over her arse at which point you turned her head to lock eyes on me and said, “you owe me an orgasm later”.

As I stood, she jumped up and headed to the shower, I took this as my cue to leave to get ready for dinner. I ran to my room jumped in the shower changed and was in the bar by 7.42. We ordered a drink and waited for Ashley. I saw her first she came down the stairs this time in a white dress it was very short and figure hugging. She wore a pair of red very high heels and carried a red back to top off the outfit. Her dress was also completely backless which I loved and the dip in the back came to the top of her arse, it was clear to everyone that she didn’t have a stitch of underwear on at all.

We were all sat at dinner and more alcohol was consumed. Talk was flirty and dirty, and Ashley kept looking at me and nudging me under the table. She eventually went off to the ladies and I left it a couple of minutes before excusing myself as not to make it so obvious, but I also wanted to catch her on her way back.

I don’t think she was expecting to see me in the corridor of the restrooms as it took her by shock. I grabbed her and moved her into a darkened part of the corridor. I kissed her hard and immediately put my hand up her skirt. My fingers came into contact with a completely bald pussy which I loved and as I suspected no nickers. I slid a finger into her roughly then another, I began to finger her frantically whilst kissing her. I was pulling hard against the front wall of her pussy as I finger fucked her. Within seconds she was breathing deeply into my neck and I started to feel water squirting from her pussy. I continued to finger her roughly through her squirt until it subsided. She stood almost fell back against the wall. Her thighs and floor were soaked with the juices from her pussy. She ran off to the toilets to get cleaned up leaving me to dry my hands on a paper towel from the wall.

Back at the table the looks I was getting from Ashley were driving me wild it was pure lust over the dinner table. Rosie and Chris must have noticed but they were both that pissed I doubt they knew anything.

We left dinner and decided it was time to visit the red-light district where else? The taxi pulled up and we all piled out, we ended up right in front of peep show and all decided to go in a booth each. Rosie went in, then Chris, then I did but Ashley followed me in. There was a woman performing a dildo fucking scene and I noticed I could see Rosie directly opposite me, she was just staring at the girl. I then felt Ashley grabbing my zipper and pulling it down, she released my cock from my pants and knelt down and started sucking my cock. I looked down and she took it out and smacked herself on her face with my thick heavy engorged cock. I looked up and concentrated on the blowjob I was getting whilst looking at the girl inserting the huge dildo inside herself. My eyes wandered back to Rosie who was now clearly stood with her breasts exposed and tweaking her nipples while she watched the show.

I couldn’t hold back any longer as Ashley had stepped the pace up and was twisting my cock with her hand whilst bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I reached down and grabbed her head and unloaded my cum into her willing mouth. She took it all and stood up whilst swallowing, like a complete slut she then kissed me deeply making me taste myself on her tongue. I loved it.

We left the peepshow and met Chris outside, then Rosie came out and her nipples were clearly visible through her dress now. She’d definitely done away with her bra that was for sure. We went for another drink in a bar to simmer down before deciding to go to a strip club for our next adventure.

The strip club was semi empty say maybe 5 or 6 people in this vast room. We ordered another drink and a few of the strippers came over. It wasn’t long before Chris and I had both had a dance. Then it was Ashley’s turn, this tall dark-haired thin stripper began to dance for her. There was no touching from Ashley it was when the stripper stood between her legs and widened them that Rosie who was sat next to me both got a perfect view of Ashley’s shaven pussy. Rosie turned to me and kissed me quickly a very short but very slutty kiss. emek escort We were both horny from watching the stripper on Ashley.

The striptease was pretty uneventful but then it was Rosie’s turn. She moved to a one huge seater chair so we could all see. The stripper was a very tall curvy blonde girl from Germany. She looked the part, trashy blonde hair, huge fake tits and incredible legs with a firm arse. She began to dance very sexily. The she leaned in and Rosie kissed her, a small inquisitive kiss. The stripper didn’t wait she straddled Rosie and started to kiss her deeply. They were both very into it, being watched but also both obviously into each other. The stripper leant back and removed her bra and offered her tits to Rosie pushing them together.

Rosie leaned in and with long sensual licks licked both her tits and nipples. She then progressed to biting them gently. The stripper was in heaven it was then I saw Rosie’s hand snake through her legs rubbing the stripper’s cunt through her thong. We were all mesmerised. Rosie continued to rub her pussy as she started kissing her again. The stripper then reached back and dug her thong out of her crease and pulled it off her pussy. Rosie didn’t need telling and dove 2 fingers right up her willing snatch.

If I could have got my cock out and wanked their and then I would have!! So many times, I’ve gone over and over this moment it still turns me on today.

The 3-minute dance came to an end and the stripper thanked us all and made her way off. We all went wild!! What a show, how horny, unreal!!

We couldn’t top that, and all decided to leave before we got in some real trouble. We had another drink in the pub. It was getting pretty late when we left here, and we decided to get a taxi back. As we walked to the taxi stand Chris decided his night wasn’t over and wandered off with a wave towards the red-light windows.

We got into the taxi and headed back to the hotel with me sat in between Ashley and Rosie in the back seat of the cab. Rosie’s right leg was fully on display again and it was pressed against my leg. Ashley’s dress had ridden up showing the full length of her sexy slender legs. I was in heaven. We all laughed and joked about how horny it was watching Rosie and the stripper, at this point Rosie took my hand and placed it between her legs and asked me to feel how wet she was from it. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy under her knickers and my fingers quickly dug into her folds. Rosie held it there for a few seconds and then moved it away with a simple “see?”.

We all stumbled in the lift and headed to our rooms, as we walked out of the lift I asked if they wanted a nightcap in my room? They all agreed, and we walked into my room, Rosie threw herself on the bed, her dress going everywhere and giving a good view of her knickers. Ashley nipped to the toilet whilst I got the drinks. Ashley re-joined us and put some music on and took a seat on the sofa.

We chatted about the night and conversation got to the stripper again. Rosie suggested that Ashley give me a striptease, my eyes locked on Ashley and hers on mine. She smiled a very sexy smile and began to get to her feet. She moved and dragged a chair to the middle of the room and began curling her finger beckoning me to come and sit down.

I stood up and walked over and sat down on the chair. Ashley moved behind me and my eyes moved to Rosie who by now had got comfortable facing me with her legs slightly spread and one knee up showing her entire thigh split out of the dress swaying it slightly from side to side with a wicked look on her face.

I felt Rosie place her hands on my shoulders, I could feel her rhythmically moving to the music. She took hold of my arm and moved it around the back of the chair and then the other and tied my hands together with what I now know to be the belt off the robe that was hung on the door. I grinned with anticipation and stared at Rosie who was by now hungrily taking in the situation.

Ashley moved around and straddled my legs and began to writhe on top of me. Simulating riding my cock, I could feel my cock stir in my pants and begin to feel very trapped. She then started to lift her dress up over her head and threw it in Rosie’s direction. She was completely naked, and she placed her arms around my neck and leaned in and kissed me deeply. She continued to simulate riding me whilst we kissed and all of a sudden, she gasped and sat upright.

My eyes flew open and was greeted by eryaman escort Rosie stood behind her cupping Ashley’s breasts and playing with her nipples. Ashley was in extasy she moved her head slightly twisting it towards Rosie and they kissed for the first time. Ashley reached up and gripped Rosie’s face and their kiss became hungrier. I watched as Rosie began to pull Ashley’s nipples away from her body making them more engorged and erect. She then slipped a hand down Ashley’s back and I knew she was reaching for her pussy.

They broke their kiss and Ashley placed her whole body against me and her head next to mine. Her mouth was adjacent to my ear and she whispered, “she’s fingering my cunt”.

I was so hard, and I could hear the orgasm building in Ashley as she began to thrust her arse back further allowing Rosie to go deeper with her fingers. “She’s got more than one inside me and I’m going to cum” she breathed in my ear.

Ashley stood finally and turned to Rosie who by now was also naked, her big tits with free and her body was incredible and so different to the lithe Ashley. They kissed again deeply; Ashley pushed Rosie back to sit on my lap with her back to me. Rosie moved so she was almost lying across me, with her head next to mine. She turned towards me and kissed me as Ashley knelt down and spread her legs wide. I broke the kiss to try to watch what was happening. Ashley had her face buried in Rosie’s pussy. I could hear her devouring her luscious pussy.

“Tell me what she’s doing?” I said to Rosie.

“She’s eating me with two fingers jamming in my pussy and it’s fucking horny” she replied.

I watched as Rosie writhed on Ashley’s face, grinding her pussy in her face. She took her hand and gripped the back of Ashley’s head and was literally pulling her into her pussy. Her chest was heaving, nipples pointing to the sky and she broke out a huge orgasm. She panted and cried out in pleasure as Ashley continued her assault on her pussy.

Ashley moved up her body stopping only to bite nipples until she was face to face with both of us. We all moved together to have a three-way kiss. I could taste Rosie’s pussy on Ashley’s face, and it was divine!

They both stood up and started to pick up their clothes and sort themselves out. “hang on are you forgetting about me?” I said.

They both laughed out loud and almost simultaneously dropped to their knees in front of me. They reached for my button and fly and dragged my pants to my ankles. I was still restrained but at least my thick cock was now free. It sprung up and looked huge in front of their faces. They both leaned down and took one long swipe of their tongues up my cock to the tip where they then kissed again.

Ashley took my cock in her hand at the base and offered it to Rosie. She smiled and swirled her tongue around the head before closing her mouth around me and lowering taking in most of the shaft. She bobbed her head on my cock whilst I watched Ashley watching Rosie. It was such a horny scene. Ashley started to pull my cock away from Rosie and eagerly took me into her mouth. She wanked me slowly into her mouth as she sucked my cock.

Rosie was stroking the back of her hair when suddenly when Ashley was at her deepest on me she forced her head lower and held it in place. Ashley made the sounds of gagging which always turns me on. She bucked back violently when she couldn’t take any more. “Do that to me” Rosie said. “I love it”.

Rosie took me in her mouth, Ashley grabbed her hair in a semi ponytail and forced her face down on my cock. Rosie took the full length and was held there with me forced to the back of her throat. After what seemed like ages she bucked away, and Ashley wasn’t finished. She forced her back down on to my cock and started pushing and pulling her face down on my cock. It was incredible the sounds, the aggression, the horniness. I was getting perilously close.

Ashley let Rosie up to catch her breath. “Are you close?” Ashley asked. I nodded silently. Ashley took me in her hand and Rosie did the same and they began to wank me steadily. They both moved to sit right in front of my wanking cock, and they began to kiss sensually. It was way too much for me and I began to unload, spewing cum over their amazing faces. They kissed, licked, sucked all the cum off each other as fast as I could produce it.

I was beginning to calm down when the girls finally were clean of all my cum and they stood and untied me. We all burst into laughter and decided to finish our drinks while we all lay on the bed together stroking each other’s bodies until the early hours.

We all got up the next morning like nothing had happened. I went home to my partner, Rosie back to her husband, Ashley to her single life and Chris who missed out on the best time ever back to his family. We never spoke about it again it was almost like a freebie for all.

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This is a true story, strange as it may seem. All sexual activity involves people 18+ years old. The names are fictitious, and some elements are embellished. This final chapter, although it contains lots of sex, also has a metaphysical aspect. I strongly suggest you read parts 1 and 2. I’m sure some will not, so I will provide a very brief synopsis.

The time is the 1970s. The place is San Francisco. The story is told from Franks’s point of view. Frank has just gotten back from Vietnam and is sitting on a curb with a lighter and a can of gas, contemplating suicide. Denise (whom Frank calls his angel) comes and sits with him, and eventually, they go back to the place she shares with three girls.

Although Frank has an emotional attachment to Denise and Carrie, there is a lot of sexual activity with all four girls. Linda and Sue (the other two girls) invite some friends (two couples) over, and they walk in on Frank, Denise, and Carrie having sex.

The two other girls beg to have sex with Frank while their boyfriends watch. After fucking the other girls, Frank takes Denise and Carrie to bed. Part three begins the morning after the “sex capade.”

Denise, if you read this, please contact me.

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Sue, Linda, and their guests (Asher, Charlotte, Andrew, and Caroline) were naked, sprawled out on the living room floor, looking like they had all been thoroughly fucked. Denise, Carrie, and I went to the kitchen to get some coffee and breakfast. After fifteen minutes or so, we could hear some sounds of the others awakening, and we went out to say good morning. They were all gathering their clothes and getting dressed. Denise, Carrie, and I decided to go out to the nearby park to talk and relax in the fresh air. We found a nice spot, spread a blanket, and lounged comfortably in silence for a few minutes.

I broke the silence saying, “I have told you, Denise, that I believe you are my angel, and you have never denied or commented, which is okay, but if you hypothetically agree with me for a moment, I am perplexed about something. Angels are presumed to be Holy beings and not associated with wild sex.

My question is, how can it be okay for me to have sex with you. I also wonder about you, Carrie, because I feel you also were somehow sent to me, although you have denied being an angel. I know that you both played a part in saving my life, and I am grateful, but I do not feel I deserve the new life you both have opened for me.”

Denise said, “What if angels are beings that come into a different reality or universe for some time. What if an angel is not constrained to living in one time but is moved from one time period to another time as the Universe sees a purpose for them. As for sex, the idea that sex is bad or “naughty.” was probably contrived early on to ensure children’s ongoing care and nurturance. In this time, a family unit is still essential, but as has been said, “there is a time for all things,” including sexual freedom and play.

Do you think that an orgasm would be so pleasurable and still be forbidden? Sex does not always lead to pregnancy, and today there are good ways to prevent pregnancy until the time and connection are correct. When it comes to creating life, there is an undeniable responsibility and joy that should be honored and upheld. Accept that you have been saved in Vietnam and from your own hand for a greater purpose by a power greater than any of us. Believe that I was drawn to you without conscious intent. That is all I have to say.”

Carrie seemed as stunned as I was by what Denise had just said, and we laid there pondering what it meant.

I finally asked Denise if she would be leaving me and if that meant she didn’t have the same feelings for me that I had for her.

Denise said, “I want you and even need you. You should also open your eyes and look at the amazing woman before you (indicating Carrie). She needs and wants you. Recognize what the two of you have created and what you will create in the future. I am confident I will always be with you, just as I know that you and Carrie are meant for each other.

Never stop tapping into the good that lies within you, Frank, and never stop refilling your faith at the well that is Carrie. For now, I want to enjoy the day and my two wonderful friends.”

Denise and Carrie cuddled up to me, and I put my arms around them both and soaked up the pleasure of the moment. Denise put her hand on my thigh, and Carrie put her hand on my crotch. I tried to keep from tenting my jeans. I noticed that we were getting some appreciative looks from people passing by. One guy caught my eye and gave me a thumbs up.

I felt like things could get out of hand and suggested that we get a snack, and we got up and went to a cafe. I felt more appropriate as I could hide my semi-erect cock under the table and have a little distance from my enticing companions. It got a bit cloudy, and we decided esat escort to head back to the house.

I was somewhat surprised to see that the guests were still hanging out at the house. Asher and Andrew began talking, saying to me that they had been worried last night when their girlfriends had been so eager to fuck me. They also said that all the activity had brought them closer together. They also said that they realized they needed to get better at making love and wondered if I had any more advice for them.

I told them that they should listen to their partners, show them how much they cared, and give themselves to them in the moment of making love so that it didn’t become just fucking. They asked what I did when I was eating out a pussy.

I said, “Most girls need a little warm-up before you attack their clitoris, so work your way there and kiss thighs, labia, and vagina, start with a gentle side-to-side tongue work on the clit, and pay attention to what she likes. “

They asked me to show them. Charlotte had been listening intently and was standing close, so I asked if she would like to instruct Asher and get her sweet pussy licked. She immediately agreed and came and laid down on her back. I asked if she liked kissing and caressing, and she said she did.

“Okay, Asher, you heard your lady. Kiss her, start slow and gentle and kiss down her body, down her legs and wait for her to tell in words or action when to do more. Remember to give yourself to her. Think about what she wants you to do. Try some things, maybe a little softer, maybe a little more aggressive, and pay attention. She and her body will instruct you.”

Asher kissed her on the lips, and I suggested ears and neck before he went much further. He got the idea quickly, and before long, he was kissing and caressing her quite passionately. He put his hand under her shirt and played with her tits, and she reached down and pulled her shirt off, allowing him better access.

As Asher got into listening and paying attention to what Charlotte liked and wanted, both the passion and satisfaction grew. They seemed to forget the rest of the world (and the people watching them) and were soon exploding into delightful orgasms. They both agreed that it was the best sexual experience they had ever had.

As they were lying entwined in each other, recovering from the height of their pleasure, they started to thank me for helping them. I told them that they should thank each other because they had taken down barriers and given themselves to each other.

I was glad to help them discover themselves and each other. As I told them, Denise had not only saved my life but had released me from the fear which caused me not to be able to give myself freely.

Everyone was a little overwhelmed with all the self-discovery and felt more comfortable with each other, but still a little caught up in self-reflection and thought. Sue broke the spell by asking Charlotte and Caroline if they had ever held a penis while the guy was urinating. They both said they had not but admitted they were curious. This lead to a revelation concerning Denise, Carrie, Linda, and Sue all aiming my dick while I peed.

All the girls got into a lively and vivid discussion of the experience while Asher, Andrew, and I just listened in amazement. Charlotte and Caroline were eager to try their hand at this new thing. Asher and Andrew, although a little hesitant, agreed to let them.

This resulted in a discussion about how far each of us guys could shoot when pissing. We didn’t know, so the girls decided we should go out to the backyard and find out.

The girls also wanted to know if we peed further, if we were hard or soft. Again, none of us knew the answer, as urinating was just urinating to us, not anything very exciting or worthy of much attention. I speculated that the extra tension urine might shoot further when we were hard or at least somewhat hard as aiming a completely erect penis was sometimes tricky.

The girls started bringing out beer for us to drink. Then they went outside to set up a testing area so they could measure the distance. They found some newspaper and set up a runner of paper, reasoning that it would be easier to spot the pee on paper than on grass. After several beers and some ice tea, we agreed that we could pee and went outside.

The first test was to be with us being soft, or at least mostly limp, as it was difficult to remain completely flaccid with the girls so attentive to our penises. Asher hit about 6 feet, Andrew hit about 6.25 feet, and I hit about 6.15 feet. The girls made Andrew a floppy crown for his achievement, and Caroline was possibly happier than Andrew at the result. It was hilarious.

Because we needed to refill our bladders and it was getting late, the “hard piss” would have to wait until tomorrow.

Asher and Andrew got some burgers, and we all enjoyed some quiet relaxation and conversation. etimesgut escort There was a knock on the door, and Sue went to answer. She came back and seemed a bit pensive. Sue told us that these two guys she had met a few weeks ago had wanted to know if she wanted to party. She sent them away but admitted that she felt a little creepy about them.

We continued our relaxation for another hour, and there was another knock on the door. This time, there was a slight commotion, and Sue came back, followed by two guys. One had a gun, and the other had a knife. They announced that they were going to party and get some of the hot pussy. I asked them if they were high or crazy. The guy with the knife grabbed Sue and started dragging her towards her bedroom.

I stood and acted like I was going towards them, which allowed me to get within arm’s reach of the guy with the gun. I was able to disarm him very quickly and put him on the ground. I put my foot on his neck and aimed the gun at him, and told Andrew to come over and hold the gun and blow the guy’s balls off if he moved.

The guy holding Sue was stunned for a moment which allowed me to grab his knife hand and twist the knife from him. I was then able to grab him and throw him towards the other guy. After making sure Sue was okay, I suggested calling the cops, and no one wanted me to do that, so I said, “Fine, but these pieces of shit are going to learn a lesson.”

I took the knife and cut the pants off the guy who had been holding the knife. Then I told the gunman to strip. He was reluctant, so I cut his clothes off him. I took their clothes and cut them to shreds.

I told them both to stand and asked Sue if she wanted me to castrate them. She fearfully requested me not to hurt them.

I made each of them apologize to Sue and admit that they were scared and just bullies. I asked them if they were ever going to come back, and they said they would not.

I told the two creeps that I would let them live this time, but it would not end well for them if I ever saw them around. I also warned them that they were not allowed to be anywhere near anyone in the house and that if they broke that rule, I would slice their cheeks on both sides so they would live with permanent scars. I asked if they had any questions or doubts.

They begged me not to hurt them.

I took them by the hair to the door and kicked them out, naked and scared. I stood in the doorway and watched them slink away like the scum they were trying to hide their nakedness.

It took several hours for everyone to calm down. Eventually, Andrew, Asher, Charlotte, and Caroline decided to go home for the night, saying they would return for the “peeing contest” tomorrow. Denise, Carrie, Sue, and Linda all slept with me that night. The girls were on high alert and having a lot of trouble getting to sleep. We talked, and I assured them that I would awaken very quickly if there were any signs of danger. Eventually, we all went to sleep.

Denise and I were the first to awaken, and we went out to the living room to talk and have some coffee. She seemed a little less settled and calm than usual, but she denied that anything was wrong. I asked if she was upset over the incident last night, and she said she felt I had served my purpose well, and she was glad I had acted powerfully and prevented anyone from being hurt.

Denise went on to say that she felt confident I had changed the lives of the would-be-rapers as well as the girls. She said that she thought my life would be a series of stepping up for those who needed me. Denise went on to say that she had gotten a message from her grandmother saying she had been given a short time to live and she would be going to be with her very soon.

I asked if Carrie and I could come with her, and she said it would be too much for her grandmother and she needed to do this alone. She assured me that we would not be separated for long and I should take care of Carrie in her absence. I told her I didn’t think I was ready to not have her with me.

Denise looked me directly in my eyes and said that I didn’t know what strength I had and that Carrie would need my strength and support, so she was sure I give Carrie all she needed and more.

The others started coming out and joining us, and after some coffee and general chit-chat, the topic turned to the upcoming “peeing contest.” I had to laugh and asked if they had ever heard of a peeing contest, and they said they had not. I told them we used that term to mean an intense and sometimes ridiculous argument. We all laughed, and I got up to go to the bathroom.

They all came running and begged me to save it for the contest. I agreed to try but wasn’t sure if I could. When Andrew, Asher, Charlotte, and Caroline arrived about two hours later, I was at my limits and begged them to let me let loose now, and they could wait until they were ready. After much teasing, they etlik escort agreed, and we went out back, and the group set up the newspapers.

It was weird having everyone watch me. Finally, I was at about three-fourths erect and decided it had to be now. I reasoned that with a bit of an erection, I could squeeze the head of my dick and get more distance than yesterday, like putting your finger over a hose opening to squirt further. I let loose with a ridiculous stream of “golden rain” and managed to shoot 7.05 feet.

Andrew and Asher wanted to wait and have more to drink before they “gave it a shot,” so we went back inside and sat around talking. The guys wanted to know how I had learned to do what I had done to the intruders last night. I explained that I had taken a lot of martial arts training before going into the army and had a lot of training while in the military.

I said I didn’t think any of them would have any further trouble from those jerks. I also told them I meant what I said to them about how it would be bad for them to bother any of us. I assured them I would either call the police or hurt them.

The guys were drinking lots of tea and some beer and were getting a little squirmy. I told them about what a “peeing contest” had come to mean, and we all had another laugh. I also pointed out that most people would think we were all a bit off for doing all this, and we had another laugh.

We went out back to “the range,” and Andrew got ready to go. I had told him about my trick about squeezing the head of my dick, and I think he used it. He managed to spray 6.9 feet. Asher lined up and managed to get his stream a surprising 7 feet.

I declared that the contest was a tie because the slight differences could be due to wind or other factors. It was a weird but fun time.

The three of us guys decided to develop some kind of test for the girls since we had been tested. We thought about another peeing contest (yes, girls can pee standing up, just not as conveniently) but figured it wouldn’t be that great of a game.

We came up with several other ideas but decided it would be the most fun to see if the girls could detect which guy was performing cunnilingus on them.

So the girls were blindfolded and stripped from the waist down. They were not allowed to touch the guy going down on them, and the guy was not allowed to touch them above their navel for the 3 minutes they were being eaten.

We added another little twist. The guys were going to give an anonymous taste rating to each girl.

We made up a “scorecard” for taste and a list of the order each girl was feasted on by each guy. It took a little planning to make sure we would be able to get reliable results. The rotation would take place every three minutes, signaled by a chime from a kitchen timer. Between each girl, we were to rinse our mouths so we would have a fresh taste.

Each guy was supposed to describe each girl’s taste in three to five words and give each girl a “Vagometer score,” a combination of taste, fun, and satisfaction score.

The first girl I drew was Sue. I moved between her legs and began kissing and sucking down from her navel and down her inner thighs, which elicited some pleasant sounds. Then I moved to kiss around her labia before licking up and down her slit. I parted her lips, rolled my tongue into a point, and jabbed into her pussy as rapidly as I could while gently stroking the hood of her clit. She started flapping her arms and legs, moaning and groaning.

I moved north and pushed the hood back with my lips and gently circled her nub with my tongue, which started her orgasm just as the chime went off. I was a bit surprised at how quickly she had cum. I rated her taste as “salty, tangy, and slightly fruity” with a “Vagometer” rating of 3.5.

The next girl was Charlotte. As I saw her lying there, I thought how pretty she was and how delicate her neatly trimmed pussy seemed. I started by licking her navel and trailing my tongue down almost to her pussy, then down one thigh and up the other.

I put two fingers into her waiting tunnel and quickly found her g-spot and moved my fingers in a “come hither” motion, which caused her to give a little “Yeow” sound. I pushed her hood back and mashed her clit with my tongue without moving much.

I knew I needed to taste her juicy box, so I headed south. I did my best to massage her g-spot with my tongue, but I don’t think I was entirely successful. She was enjoying herself and moaning, but there was no orgasm from her. I rated her taste as “salty, sweet-tart” with a Vagometer rating of 3.

The next was Linda. I started by kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, which had her squirming almost immediately. I made a little trip to her waist, then across and down her other thigh with kisses and sucks and nips. She was thrusting her hips to meet my contacts. I stuck a finger into her to get some lubrication and stuck that finger in her ass while massaging her vaginal wall with my tongue.

She began bucking like a horse. I replaced my tongue with a finger and attacked her clitoris by sucking and giving her a tongue lashing. Just as the timer went off, she yelled, “I’m cumming!” and pinned my head between her legs. I rated her taste as ” green, minerally, sweet” and gave her a Vagometer rating of 4.

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Suvarna woke up first and looked at Jean and Vitesha sleeping peacefully beside her. She slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet she thought about what a wonderful time she was having and what a contrast this was to what could have been had she not made that phone call to Carl. In the unlikely event that she had decided to come here alone or with Melissa she would have brought her fear and misery with her and reacted the way Anne had always done, with intimidation and force to control whatever and whoever displeased her.

Now she could barely remember Anne except that she at least had sense enough or was desperate enough to take a leap of faith and fall in love with complete disregard for the consequences. She was grasping at a straw, hoping that somehow love could help her learn how to die without being so afraid and lonely. She couldn’t have known that love would first teach her how to finally be really alive.

She finished up in the bathroom and hurried back to the bedroom where Prem and Mitra were still sleeping. She carefully opened the door and moved quietly to the side of the bed where Prem was. She then did something she couldn’t remember ever doing. She knelt on the floor beside him, put her hands together in front of her and began to silently pray.

She was not asking for anything nor was she praying to God or the universe or to anything. It didn’t matter if anyone heard her prayer because it was only a prayer of utter gratitude that she was fortunate enough to be with him. Love spread through her in the same way the massage oil had done making her warm and tingle all over. Hot tears streamed down her face.

Prem opened his eyes and saw her. He was dazzled by her brilliant radiance and reached out to touch her hair. She opened her eyes and saw that he had heard her prayer and was answering it with the same pure love from which it originated. He lifted the sheet and slid over. She crawled into bed next to him and he wrapped her in his arms. This is where she belonged. This is where she wanted to die and whenever that would be she knew now she would die ecstatically happy. Her fear had vanished.

As she lay in his arms all thought left her. This had happened briefly before but never this completely and naturally. Her mind was still and she was aware only of her breathing, which was deep and slow. Then something happened that had not occurred before. All feeling left her.

Her only awareness now was of being empty inside, so empty that she could not even locate where she was. Then a faint perception of coldness slowly spread through her like a fog. It was not like cold felt from the outside, it didn’t make her chilled or shiver. Gradually she became aware of rising up and floating above the bed. Nothing existed now except the floating, no mind, no body.

She had no idea how long this lasted but finally a thought came to her. She wondered if this was death. She then perceived something informing her that she didn’t need to return to her body but if she wanted to, she must go back now. She wanted to tell Prem not to worry about her because she had never felt so peaceful, so loved and cared for. She wanted to tell him that death is not to be feared but embraced because it was wonderful and full of soft golden light. And with this thought she descended back into her body as gradually as she had left it. The coldness dissipated and feeling returned.

She opened her eyes. Prem had slid away from her and she was lying on her back. Mitra was kneeling on the floor next to her holding her hand; her eyes were closed. “Prem I came back, I wanted to tell you…”

“Shhhhh Suvarna, do not speak. Those who know do not say they know. Those who say they know do not know.” Mitra leaned over and kissed her. “Come along now, it is time to have some breakfast and see what we can discover on this new day.”

When I got a chance to be alone with Mitra I asked her, “You’ve seen that before haven’t you?”

“Many times. I’m very surprised she is still alive. I’ve never had one come back when they were that far gone.”

After breakfast everybody showered and got dressed to go out. There were a few more places we wanted to visit but it would not take very long. We were finished with the sightseeing by noon and stopped by Madeline’s bistro to pick up Janelle who was all packed up and waiting for us when we arrived.

Madeline told Suvarna that she had talked to somebody about living in the house and wanted to know when they could all meet to discuss it. Mitra had the great idea of having them come to the house for dinner tomorrow. That way they could take a tour and see what they thought of it. Madeline insisted that she come to the house in the afternoon and help prepare the meal. Suvarna said we would stop by one of the Chateaus and buy some wine on the way back to the house.

The person Madeline had found was named Andre Mercier. He was sixty years old and once had cebeci escort his own small vineyard before being coerced into selling it to a big conglomerate. He got a good price for it but he had two sons who wanted to keep it so they could be wine makers themselves but it was difficult to be profitable making wine the traditional way so now they had to work for somebody else. Suvarna told Madeline to invite the whole family and said this sounded very promising.

When we got back to the Maison it was one thirty. Suvarna said that we had not had an opportunity to do our massages in a few days and she wanted one. Vitesha and I went down to the cellar to see what we could find that might work for a massage table. In one of the storage areas we found several mattresses that had been replaced during the renovation that were wrapped in plastic so with Jean’s help we unwrapped one and hauled it up to the roof. We used one of the drop cloths that had covered the furniture as a sheet.

We went back to the kitchen where Mitra had made some soup for lunch. Suvarna asked Janelle, “What made you decide to join us Janelle?”

“Jean has told me how much he is enjoying being with you and it sounds like he’s having a lot of fun. He said you all know about us and that you’re OK with it. We don’t get much time to be with each other and I’m really excited about having the opportunity to be with him and not have to sneak around to do it. I’m also looking forward to being with the rest of you. I like to have sex with other women and that’s not easy to do either in a small town like this.”

“Well you’ve come to the right place Janelle. We are on a sexual odyssey and try to have as much sex as we can every day. Did Jean tell you about the meditations?”

“He mentioned them but I don’t know anything about meditating. I would very much like to learn though if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course we wouldn’t mind. These meditations are all primarily sexually oriented. Mitra is our spiritual advisor and leads the meditations. She says the more people we have doing them the more effective they are. I think you’ll find them very enjoyable. Why don’t you and Jean take your things upstairs and put them in one of the bedrooms. You’re welcome to have a room of your own but I think it will be more fun if you sleep with us. When you’re finished, get naked and come up to the roof for massage.”

Suvarna and I went up to take a shower before going to the roof. As far as I was concerned bathing with one or more of my lovers was a meditation in itself. It seemed to really bring out the tenderness in everybody when we washed and caressed each other. I took her in my arms and kissed her as the warm water gently cascaded onto us.

“Remember when I told you when doing this felt as good as sex you would know what love is? I know you’re there now. In fact you’ve gone beyond there. When I opened my eyes this morning and saw you kneeling by the bed I was completely overcome with love. I asked Mitra earlier if she had felt it too and she told me that your love had turned into prayer of its own accord and that was as far as love could take you.”

“I know Mitra told me not to talk about what happened but after I got into bed with you I went into death. I don’t mean I looked it in the face; I experienced it. It wrapped me in its shroud and embraced me. Oh Prem it was magnificent; you can’t imagine the peace and love. Mitra’s right, there’s no point in talking about it because no words could ever convey what the experience is like. I feel so privileged to have been given a preview of it. How rare is that, to get to sample death? I only came back because of you. I guess I haven’t dropped all my desiring yet; I still want to be with you and love you as long as this body will let me. Oh Prem, I love you so much.”

“You say you love me but you lie.”

“Cause this is more than love I feel inside. You came to me like the dawn through the night. Just shining like the sun. Out of my dreams and into my life. You are the one, you are the one.”

Standing there holding her in the warm water I realized nobody had ever loved me like she did. Nobody could. Her love was so total, so powerful that she had told death itself that it would have to wait so she could love me. And it had let her! How much more can you love than that? Only we knew the answer to that question because as soon as I asked it I knew I loved her the same way. She had taken the next step. Her love had transitioned from spiritual love to divine love and she had shared what she experienced to help me do it too.

It was very tempting to just stay there and hold her and exult in the love that now surrounded us like an aura but somehow we managed to get out of the shower and dry off. We made our way up to the roof where Mitra and Vitesha were waiting for us.

“Suvarna since this was your idea you get to be first.”

Suvarna lay face çukurambar escort down on the mattress and I knelt on a folded towel at her head. Mitra and Vitesha each took a foot. Mitra had a bottle of massage oil and poured some on the back of Suvarna’s leg then handed the bottle to Vitesha.

“Mitra this isn’t the same oil you gave us with the hot peppers is it?”

“No, this is the same base oil but this formula has mint and flowers in it. We still have some of the spicy stuff if you want us to use that on you.”

“I’ll let you know when it’s my turn. It depends on how turned on I get massaging the rest of you. Now that we have two men here I might want to see what a DP would feel like with that spicy oil.”

As we began to rub Suvarna the door opened and Jean and Janelle walked out to join us. This was the first time I had really seen them side by side much less naked together and I hadn’t really realized just how identical they were. They were the same height, five nine, similar weight; Jean had maybe thirty pounds on Janelle but it was mostly muscle, same hair color, and the same eyes. The only obvious difference was a penis and a pair of tits. This was a very noticeable difference mind you, the penis was enviable in length and girth and the tits were very nice indeed, about the same size as Suvarna’s but set a little higher and perkier.

“Welcome, we saved the best spots for you. Grab the oil and sit beside Suvarna and massage her beautiful butt and lower back.”

I suppose it was the cultural difference but neither of them seemed to be the slightest bit bothered by being naked with us, despite the age difference.

They poured some oil on her lower back and started using their hands to rub it in. Their technique was interesting; probably due to growing up in a patisserie because they looked like they were making pastry. They kneaded her flesh like they were working dough. It seemed to be effective because Suvarna began to softly moan.

It didn’t take either of them very long to concentrate more on her butt than her back. Jean was already familiar with the territory but Janelle was eager to discover what Suvarna felt like and was soon making forays between her cheeks and down her upper thighs. Soon each of them had one hand on her cheek and one hand between her legs. Suvarna’s moaning increased.

By this time Mitra and Vitesha had progressed to rubbing their oil covered bald twats up and down her calves and were using their hands on her lower thighs. I continued working on her shoulders and neck.

“Oh my God. All five of you are driving me crazy. Jean and Janelle rub my asshole and my pussy. Each one of you put a finger in my ass and use your thumbs to rub my lips. Ohhhh, Ohhhh, yes, like that. One of you put your thumb in my cunt and the other one rub my clit.”

She slid her shoulders down so she could arch her back and elevate her ass to give them better access to her. Their eyes widened and they both smiled warmly as they gave her what she wanted. They seemed to especially enjoy having their fingers in her ass as they pushed them in deep and spread her anus. Suvarna’s pussy was leaking juice now and she was undulating her hips as the twins continued to pleasure her.

Mitra and Vitesha had both reached her lower thighs with their wet slits and their hands had taken over massaging Suvarna’s pussy and thighs while the twins concentrated on her ass and hips. I was rubbing her tits from the side. Her head was turned to one side so I moved back and laid mine next to it so I could kiss her. Her lips were soft and sensual and so was the kiss.

The combined stimulation of eight hands on her ass and between her legs pushed her toward her climax. She did nothing to help or hinder it, content to let it happen of its own accord. When it peaked she granted it full sovereignty over her body. It spread through her like her blood, flowing everywhere and filling every part of her with ecstasy. The only external evidence of it was the gentle moaning into my mouth as she shared it with me. She reached her arms up and stretched them forward bending and extending her fingers as if to lengthen her body so the orgasm could have as much room to roam through her as possible. “I want to turn over now.”

Everyone backed off so she could turn to lie on her back. The pretense of this being a massage disappeared when she spread her legs and bent her knees to open up her crotch. “Jean, you and Vitesha can each do delightful things with my breasts. Prem you stay right where you are and keep kissing me. Mitra you can massage my feet some more unless you can think of something else you’d rather do. As for you Janelle, I want to see if your mouth feels as good on my pussy as your hands did.”

I moved my hands under her head so I could massage the back of her neck and as soon as I touched her I remembered that her tumor was only an inch away so demetevler escort as I gently rubbed her I put as much loving energy as I could into asking it to please not harm her. I punctuated those heartfelt requests with gentle kisses on her forehead and face.

Jean and Vitesha moved to her side and Mitra slid back down to the foot of the mattress. Janelle lay on her stomach between Suvarna’s legs with her face inches away from her pussy. Her hands moved to Suvarna’s ass to firmly grip each cheek. She looked up at Suvarna and said, “I’ve done this before with some of my girlfriends but this will be the first time I’ve ever done it with a beautiful woman. It will also be the first time I’ve ever done it in front of an audience, so please tell me if I don’t do it right.” Her voice shook with excitement as she spoke.

“Janelle, if your girlfriends enjoyed what you did to them I’m certain I will enjoy it too. Just relax and do what you would want me to do to you and everything will be fine. Take your time; my body will let you know how you’re doing. Put as much love into it as you can and you’ll be surprised how much you get back.”

While the rest of us started loving the parts of her we had been assigned Janelle took a couple of moments to look at Suvarna’s beautiful crotch, admiring the similarities and the differences with her own anatomy. From my vantage point I could see her face and the expression of delight that I was all too familiar with as she stared in fascination at the wondrous biological miracle that lay before her.

She moved her hands so her thumbs touched her outer lips without relinquishing their hold on her ass. She gently pulled the lips apart to expose the pink labia between them. They glistened with the juices of her previous orgasm and caused Janelle to lick her own lips in anticipation of using her tongue to taste the lips inches away from her young sweet mouth.

“That’s it Janelle, you’re doing just fine.”

“But I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Oh yes you have. I feel those piercing blue eyes on me, the trembling in those soft hands on my ass, the faster beat of your loving heart, and the butterflies in your stomach. Your excitement is flowing into me and making my own pulse race. Keep going my sweet young lover, make us both feel like we’re teenagers.”

Janelle smiled and felt both reassured and a little frightened at Suvarna’s ability to discern what she was feeling so accurately.

“Kiss me Janelle. Light feathery butterfly kisses using only your lips. Start at the bottom and go all around me. Move up one side then over and down the other. Go slowly and look at me as you do it.”

I watched how tenderly she pressed her lips to every inch of Suvarna’s glorious crotch. Her kisses were as gentle as a mother with a newborn child. There was a look of reverence on her face. She breathed deeply to inhale the essential feminine fragrance emanating from this beautiful woman who had granted her the privilege of offering this silent homage to her.

When she had completed the circuit and returned to the bottom Suvarna continued her directions, “Oh Janelle that was wonderful. I felt every one of those cherubic kisses. Now pull my lips apart with your thumbs and do the same thing straight up my slit.” She complied with her request. “Do it again Janelle.” She repeated the tender kissing of the pink labia several more times. “Oooohhhh yes baby that’s perfect. This time when you do it use your lips to pull on them and stretch them.”

Witnessing this intimate play between Suvarna and Janelle was having an effect on the rest of us. My cock was stiffening from both the sight and narration of what was happening. I glanced at Jean and noticed a similar reaction of his cock. He was sucking as much of Suvarna’s breast into his mouth as he could. Vitesha had moved one of her hands from Suvarna’s breast down between her legs and was slowly rubbing her own pussy as if to mimic Suvarna’s instructions to Janelle. Mitra was not only massaging her feet she was kissing and licking them, sliding her tongue between her toes and sucking each one into her mouth. I was impressed by Suvarna’s equanimity while all these arousing stimuli were flooding into her nervous system.

“Oh Janelle that feels sooooo gooood. Now go back over the same places that you kissed and use that hot wet tongue to lick me. Go all around me with long lapping strokes then use the tip to flick my labia back and forth as you move from the bottom to the top. Unnnhhh… Unnnhhh… Ooooohhh…Yes baby…that’s wonderful. Go back down to the bottom and spread me open and lick my vagina. Ohhhhhhh GOD YES just like that! Lick up my juices Janelle; let them coat your tongue as you taste me.”

Janelle was getting turned on by this almost as much as Suvarna. I doubt that her previous girlfriends had given her such explicit directions for orally pleasing them much less such sincere feedback on the effects it was having. Her unconscious response was to draw her knees up slightly and elevate her hips a little, which had the effect of exposing the pouting lips of her pussy in a perfect frame formed by her smooth taut ass cheeks and the tops of her thighs. A sight made more alluring by the gentle side-to-side swaying of her hips. A sight that did not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

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