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He leaned against the wall, trying to appear nonchalant as he more than obviously stared at my breasts. Reaching into the pocket of his trousers, I could see from the corner of my eye that he was stroking himself. His tongue slithered out to wet the bottom of his chapped and bleeding lips. I could not help but watch him. He grinned upon noticing my gaze and said something I did not hear. I paused, then, having asked him to repeat, he questioned me about what type of underwear I was wearing. He wanted to know if I was wearing a thong, or cotton panties. Maybe I was into lace? Or perhaps I liked it better when I was wearing nothing at all under my skirt.

I gazed at him, unable to think of a suitable answer. Perhaps sensing my hesitation, he continued. He asked me if I sometimes wore the same pair of underwear for days on end, letting them grow crusty and stale. If I liked to make my lovers sniff my soiled panties. I unfolded, then refolded my hands in my lap. Looking up at him, I guessed his age lay somewhere between thirty and forty. I watched this man as his movements quickened, his breathing becoming erratic. I smoothed my hands over my brown skirt. Since Ümraniye Escort his body was turned towards me, I could see beads of sweat erupting from his forehead.

As one of the beads broke free and raced down the side of his face, I was shocked as I found myself wanting to taste it. I refolded my hands again, trying to distract myself from the urge to touch, to lick his sweat off of him. He was gasping by then, grunting quietly. It was only then that I realised how short of breath I was becoming. I could tell that this man knew what he was doing to me. He stared directly into my eyes constantly asking about my underwear. His tongue slid from his mouth to taste one of the escaping beads of sweat. As it fell on his tongue and into his mouth I unconciously ran my own tounge over my lips. I shifted slightly in my seat, trying desperatly to ignore how much I wanted to taste him for myself.

He grinned lopsidedly. Though half-lidded eyes I stared as he continued to touch himself. I could no longer convince myself that I wasn’t turned on by his actions. Panting openly I watched him with growing intensity. A truck rushed past unnoticed, the wind Ümraniye Escort Bayan tugging at the hem of my skirt. Across the street, an empty wrapper was lifted from the ground before being discarded once more. I was so aware of the wooden bench I was seated on pressing against my thighs, my back. All of this sort only to heighten my arousal.

I then realised that I had not answered his question. I looked him in the eye and simply stated, “Cotton panties, black.” He gasped and shuddered, reaching his climax. As the bus I was waiting for pulled up, he pushed off from the wall and came toward me, his eyes glazed and unfocused. Grabbing my hand, he rubbed his face against it. His sweat dampened my skin. Then he let go, took a step backward and was gone.

I stood, and shakily put out my left hand, so as to signal the bus. I was concious of the damp that lay between my legs, and of the ache that my whole lower self was devoted to. As I choose my seat on the near-empty bus, I glanced at my hand. It was still damp. Opening my mouth, I sucked on my fingers. His sweat was salty, bitter. His sweat was good. I was still aching, I needed more. Escort Ümraniye Glancing around quickly, I slipped my hand inside my jacket and tugged roughly on my already hard nipples. I bit my lip so as not to make a sound. I slowly unzipped my skirt at the side. Still watching the other passengers, I snaked my hand past my waistband and slipped it into my underwear.

A cough startled me, and I froze. My body screamed in protest. Biting my lip harder I gently began rubbing my clitorus in a rythmic fashion, barely touching, teasing myself. I rocked gently as the first wave of pleasure hit me. A bead of my own sweat broke free from my hairline and ran directly into my mouth. I could not contain a small gasp as I tasted the salty liquid on my tongue. It mingled with the lingering taste of the man at the bus stop.

I swayed with the bus as it picked it’s way though the darkening streets. I gave myself over to the sensations plauging my body. My breath was ragged as I thrust my fingers deeper inside myself. So afraid of being noticed by the surrounding passengers, few as they were, I bit my lip even harder. The flesh finally yeilded and I drew blood. That was all it took and my body spasmed silently, consumed by my orgasm.

I withdrew my hand quietly and opened my purse to secure a tissue. Re-zipping my skirt, I cleaned my hand. Looking up, I realised that I had succeded in being undetected. I sighed silently in the aftermath of my orgasm and smoothed my skirt.

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My boss told me a unique client was coming in tomorrow and that he would not be there for a couple of hours. I was to do whatever they told me. When I arrived at work, his wife was in his office.She informed me that she knew everything that had been going on. I thought I was getting fired. Then told me to get in my work uniform and come back to the office. Let me tell you, this woman commanded respect. She was the typical corporate exec wife. Gorgeous and well-manicured in her appearance. She was well-spoken and highly intelligent. The kind of woman that exudes sexy without knowing she was.I came back out, only wearing my heels. It was at this point I knew I was being fired for sure. This woman stared me down and up again with a look in her eyes of fire. She walked around me very slowly and came within inches of me. I could feel her breath on my skin everywhere as she passed. I could hear her sniffing at me like a dog in heat. Ümraniye Escort She told me to go around and sit on the desk.I did as I was commanded and sat on the desk facing the chair. When she came around and stood in front of me, I was shaking slightly. I didn’t know what to expect. She leaned in closely and whispered in my ear, “I hear you like fucking?” All I could do was nod and mumble a low, “Uh-huh.”Putting her hands on my knees, she slowly spread my legs apart. Her eyes got wider, and she licked her upper lip slightly.I am entirely shaven clean down there. Looking back up at me and reaching out with her right hand, she traced the outline of my lips with her fingernail. Then followed my neckline down between my ample tits. It was giving me shivers. My nipples reacted to it and were as hard as pebbles in no time. Continuing past my navel, she drew little circles around it and toyed with me Ümraniye Escort Bayan without going any further down.She never said a word, but I knew she was in charge. I could feel the power she had over me. It oozed out of her with every little look and every little touch. This was my boss’s wife, and I was her new toy. She was going to do whatever she wanted to me, and I was powerless to stop it if I was going to keep my job.After teasing me for a little while, she moved down. Down to the most sensitive part of my body. Fingernails were scratching lightly over my skin and brushing against my now excited pussy lips. Using just her nails, my pussy lips were parted enough to see the head of my clit beginning to peek out. I was becoming very excited, and my breathing was getting heavier. My nipples were aching, but I didn’t dare move. I wanted to reach out to twist them but was scared of what Escort Ümraniye might happen. The pain added to my pleasure.She must have sensed the pain I was in because next I was lowered flat on the desk. My hands were brought to my breasts. With hers on top of mine, we kneaded and pinched my nipples. That is until she leaned forward and started licking my pussy. My legs were spread even wider, and I felt her tongue go to work on me. It was moving slowly all over my pussy. It covered it entirely as it was laid out flat and rocked back and forth just under my clit. My clit had fully emerged now and was on fire. It needed some attention.Once she started focusing on my clit, my juices flowed like a waterfall all over her face and the desk. I could hear her slurping and sucking, trying to get it all. Her assault on my pussy was intense and fast. I was reaching orgasm faster than I thought possible. She put several fingers in and worked them rhythmically, hitting all the right spots in me. Her mouth was working wonders on my clit and lips, and her fingers were finding the G-Spot enhancing my whole experience tenfold. I was bucking my hips and lifting myself off the desk, ultimately trying to capture her mouth and fingers.

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The studio and offices of the Urban Music Company were in a tall grey office building in midtown Manhattan. The receptionist barely glanced at Alice’s familiar face as she entered the crowded vestibule, made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor.

“Tell me what you got today, Alice,” John, her boss and the Urban Music company founder said in his gruff voice. His office was always her first stop of the morning. Tall and imposing, nattily dressed, John gave Alice his usual friendly grin. He sat at his desk with his feet on the window seat overlooking a magnificent view of Central Park. ‘Can’t Get Enough (Of Your Love),’ by Barry White played softly in the background. “He’s still where it’s at. I have to return to my roots once in a while. Did you know the story of how Barry White wrote this song? ”

“No, tell me,” Alice said, joining him on the windowseat.

“He had finished making love to his wife. She fell asleep and he went to the kitchen and this song came to him while he made himself a snack.”

“That’s great. And you have a point, those were good days for music.” Carefully scrutinizing her notes, she filled him in on the newest music groups, along with her latest publicity and marketing ideas.

“Great stuff, where do you advise us to start?” he said, waiting as always for her suggestions, before adding his own. He knew from past experience that she could pick the winners.

John used the intercom on his desk to his call his office assistant for more coffee. He and Alice bent their heads together for another productive planning meeting. At 10, the rest of the team arrived, as usual, for a morning-long strategy and planning session. ——

After a full day of taking phone calls, holding meetings and observing music demos, Alice sat at her ornately carved wooden desk. She surveyed her office with pleasure: the instruments, the tapestries, the masks hanging on the walls and the vases of flowers on every surface. Inserting the CD into her player, of a Brazilian band she was considering, she reviewed the contracts of several other promising foreign musical groups.

Alice stretched out the full length of her body. She drew her arms above her in a lazy yawn, noticing the way the jade color of her blouse set off her long red hair and pale skin. She ran her hands down the front of her blouse, enjoying the sensations as her fingers touched her skin under the silk. Spinning around in her chair to look out her office window, she saw a workman many stories below drilling into the sidewalk.

She had noticed this worker as she had arrived at her office this morning and now as she considered it, every morning this week. He was burly, hopelessly muscular and manly, not really her type. And yet, as she had watched him in his hard-hat, dirty blond curls sticking out messily around it, and tight jeans, she had seen the power in his arms, the firmness of his ass. He had struggled to contain the juddering machine as it thrust in and out of the huge hole he had created in the sidewalk. She could imagine his body slick with sweat from the hot sun above him.

How could he work in this heat?

She closed her eyes and allowed the smooth beat of the music to wash over her, and the erotic scent of her flowers to permeate her senses. She felt her body awaken into a state of arousal. Alice loved the intimate sensuality of skin against skin of a lover in bed next to her. She loved the feeling of the sun on her naked skin. To her, sex was an experience that indulged all of the senses…the smells, the sounds, the colors and patterns, even the taste of it. Alice didn’t have a current lover and was comfortable enjoying her body by herself.

At home she had an array of sex toys in all colors of the rainbow. But here in her office, the music, the flowers and the memory of the primal dance of worker and machine was enough to inflame her senses.

Alice locked her office door. Then returning to the window, she bent forward and spread her legs wide. Leaning further forward, she brought her face to the window, then her chest.

What if he could see me if he looked up now? What would he see? What was his name? Probably something like Mack or Budd. How would he like this?

Looking down, she marveled at the power in her long legs. Starting at her foot, encased in a delicate sandal, she traced an invisible line up her calf and then her inner thigh, caressing her warm skin. She placed a foot on the window ledge, and as her hand reached her inner lips, began to touch herself softly. She felt the heat spreading to her face and chest. She could imagine Mack’s hand on her, his sweat soaked body pressing into her from behind. With slow circles and then faster strokes, she brought herself to a blissful climax. She moaned with pleasure as explosive sparks streamed down her legs.

Alice was startled out of her fantasy by the ring of her telephone. Glancing at the wood framed clock on her desk, she saw that it was already 5 p.m.

“We Kadıköy Escort have a problem,” she heard the distraught voice of her assistant, Molly.

“What is it?” Alice steadied herself with a slow, deep breath. Straightening her clothes, she walked to the door and quickly unlocked it.

“I made arrangements for the show at John’s club for those Kenyan drummers just like you told me to do. But you didn’t tell me that the musicians would be stopping here first, well, one of them is here. I don’t know what to do with him.”

Alice’s phone beeped in the midst of Molly’s explanation.

“We have a problem,” she heard again, as John explained on the other line, “Kwame just left my office. His would-be host called to tell him that his plumbing exploded making his apartment uninhabitable. I don’t have a place for Kwame. You are going to have to make arrangements for him.”

“What! I don’t want to stick him in a hotel! I’ll look over our roster of hosts but it is going to be tough to find someone at the last minute like this.” Alice sat back down at her desk.

“Use your connections.”

Molly stuck her head into Alice’s office. Before Molly had a chance to speak, a man walked in behind her. Alice was jolted by the impact of his presence. He could have stepped out of one of her fantasies. Molly ducked behind Kwame, leaving him alone with Alice.

“John, he’s here. OK, I will talk to you later,” Alice hung up the phone. She leaned back into her chair and pushed her tangled hair away from her face to get a good look at this man.

“You must be Kwame.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance. May I call you Alice? I have enjoyed our phone conversations and am grateful to finally see your beautiful face,” he said with a deep bow, causing his braided hair to cascade over the woven gold and orange tunic clothing his broad chest.

“Your beauty inspires the drums,” he said with a flourish, and slid the African drum that had been hanging over one shoulder down to the floor.

Squatting behind it, he began to beat out a mesmerizing rhythm. His eyes never left her face. She lost herself in his gaze. Alice felt her body responding to the music as she drank in his muscular body and dancing hands. Then he reached toward her with one hand.

“Come, you try.”

“No, I can’t, ” and yet without realizing it, she was by his side.

He made a space in front of him for her to kneel and guided her hand in a slower rhythm.

“It’s in three. Put your hand here and follow my beat.”

She could feel the warmth of his solid form behind her. She closed her eyes, and moved to the beat. Her telephone rang again, shocking her out of the trance that Kwame had induced in her. Alice stood, reached over to turn off her computer and grab her jacket.

“Just let it ring. Give me a minute and then we will figure out a plan for you.”

She ran to the ladies room down the hall and applied lipstick, all the while attempting to take deep calming breaths. Her thoughts were a jumble. The events of the last hour had quickly gotten out of hand.

How could she regain control of the situation?

Alice decided to send Kwame’s suitcases ahead to her apartment and then figure it out from there. Deliberately slowing her step, she walked back to her office to collect Kwame.

As they waited for the elevator door to open, she caught his masculine scent, musk and grass in a strange and foreign combination. Disconnected words and phrases floated through her mind, eluding her grasp and sliding out of reach when she tried to form them into a sentence. Trying to regain a modicum of composure, she stood silent next to Kwame. Entering the elevator, she apologized as the crowd pushed her against him. He gestured toward her mouth with a gentle hand. Looking in the elevator mirror, Alice saw that her lipstick was smeared. He offered her a silk handkerchief and she used it to wipe her face, breathing in his heady scent as she did so.

“Thank you.”

“You are most welcome.”

Conversations buzzed around them”….and we have to catch the shuttle to Montauk. I have so much shopping to do first….you won’t believe the Versace she was wearing!…” The elevator doors opened and shut. Impatient workers tried to shove their way into the car, but there was no more room. Alice tried not to stare at Kwame. As they were jostled into the lobby, and out into the street, Alice was surprised to feel her body resonate like a fragile glass instrument tuning into his closeness.

“We will send your suitcases to my apartment for now,” she said with an authority she did not feel, “and then we will go out to dinner.”

Kwame’s generous smile never left his face. “Thank you for your kindness.”

Alice pushed through the crowds of commuters to the pavement edge. She couldn’t help stealing a glance to see if the workmen were still there but they were gone. Perhaps the heat was finally too much. And it was quitting time. She shot Kadıköy Escort Bayan up her arm to claim the lone empty taxi that remained available at rush hour. The taxi skidded to a stop. A businessman sweating in his suit and jacket cursed at having missed the taxi. Ignoring him, Kwame graciously offered Alice his arm as she climbed into the taxi.

“West 127th Street and Broadway, please.”

“Hey, my man,” Kwame said immediately upon spying the cabdriver’s medallion, which gave his name as Nobotu and his nationality as Kenyan. Nobotu spun around in his seat, greeting them with a wide smile. The two of them engaged in a spirited conversation, alternating from English, for Alice’s benefit, to Swahili. From what Alice could understand, Kwame asked Nobutu about life back home and his family. He listened sympathetically as Nobutu described his trials in assimilating into New York life. The common bond of their heritage and experiences made them into fast friends by the end of the ride.

—– “What will you be having for drinks?” the waiter asked politely. They were seated on a couch at a private table, set in a recessed alcove at “Salud” one of Alice’s favorite Italian restaurants.

Alice ordered a bottle of champagne for the table. She watched as Kwame charmed their waiter, poring over the menu with him and deferring to his judgment as to what to order. The waiter described the ingredients of each dish in great detail, as Kwame nodded approvingly.

Alice’s senses were charged. She enjoyed the feeling of her silk blouse as it clung to her, revealing the womanly shape of her body and the delicate hollow at the base of her throat. She was conscious of the lacy thong she was wearing under her skirt. With this secret awareness, and with the champagne sliding down her throat, she felt a quiet confidence.

Kwame turned to her and his smile deepened. “Do you want to dance?”

He reached out his hand and took her arm. “Why not?” Alice found herself joining him, stilling the voice in her head that said no one else is dancing, this is a restaurant. As he held her against his chest, the few remaining crackling and buzzing thoughts melted down through her legs and into the floor below in delicious oblivion. Her eyes closed. She took inventory of the mysterious way their bodies seemed to meld together, from chest to knees. Alice allowed herself to be guided in gentle circles in the tiny floor space near their table. As the waiter arrived with their food, they sank into their seats.

“Where do you come from?” she asked him. “You don’t seem to be quite of this earth.”

He laughed a rich deep bass. “No, on the contrary, I am very much of this earth. The earth is a part of my soul, my being. That side of my nature is telling me something about you. You excite and inspire me.”

“I feel the same about you.”

“But let us not get too serious. Let us enjoy this wonderful meal in front of us.”

Alice had forgotten about the food, something not easy for her to do, especially at her favorite restaurant. But “you’re right,” she said, “You are going to love this meal.”

While they ate, Kwame entertained her with stories of his boyhood in Kenya. “My brothers and I were full of mischief, climbing the rooftops where we noisily banged out our own beat with sticks and rocks. When we grew tired of that, we threw the sticks and rocks, upsetting the neighbors chickens and goats, and making a mess of the townswomen’s neatly arranged washing on the lines. My father spent the greater part of each year working at a factory several hours away. He sent money when he could. My mother had a hard life but she never let us see it. She would sing traditional folk songs to herself as she did her backbreaking work and these songs are forever ingrained in my mind. She tolerated our silliness. I was lucky to be bathed in so much love.”

He told her how he had learned to drum from the shaman in his native village, where music was an integral part of daily life. A visiting jazz musician from Europe introduced him to new music that seemed alien and familiar at the same time. This encounter changed him, inspiring him to work at odd jobs, to earn enough money to leave his town and learn more about this strange music. With a small bundle of money and his mother’s blessings he wandered to Nairobi, the capital of Kenya. He was lucky to find a job as a maintenance worker at the famous archeological museum, allowing him the means to enter the Nairobi music scene. Even then, he was careful to save some of his earnings to send back home to his mother.

“It is a city in some ways like New York but on a much smaller scale. There is the energy of people in transit, people trying to better themselves and a blending of many different cultures.”

He and the other members of the band had found each other and eventually been discovered by an African music producer, while they were playing at a festival. “Our music has evolved from what it was then. But Escort Kadıköy even at that time our music was a mix of different styles and instruments, nothing was too lowly for us. We used rattles, bells, stamp drums and drums made from gourds. If we loved the sound we found a way to bring it into the mix. Rhythm held it all together but the songs tell the story.”

“That’s one of the aspects of your music that I loved the most when I first heard your CD. I love music that is at the edge. The layers of different rhythms blew me away and the musical stories drew me in.”

Alice savored the steamed mussels, reveling in the individual flavors and aromas. The food and the champagne were infused with extraordinary intensity. She was ravenously hungry. Opening her eyes wide, as she tasted the subtle flavor of sage in the linguini and mussels, she saw Kwame watching her intently.

“Would you mind sitting a little closer to me?” he asked.

Alice slid next to Kwame’s strong thigh and took his hand in hers under the table. She released her hold to reach up for her glass and then on an impulse, guided his hand onto her thigh, now pressed to his.

“How did you come by the name of your group-the ‘Thudding Antelopes’?” Alice asked but all her senses were with his hand resting on her thigh. She luxuriated in the enjoyable sensations, the frisson running up and down her chest and into her center, the heat in her face.

“Someone called us that as an insult one time but we liked it and it stuck.”

“I like that it sounds like something kindergarten kids might say and yet the music is so sophisticated.”

“Tell me, how did you get into the music business? My guess is that you are a musician too,” he asked her.

“Yes, of course, aren’t we all? I grew up in a musical household. My mom performed classical piano and my dad was a jazz trumpet player. They met at an award ceremony for him. I loved and hated my international childhood. I swore I would settle in one place. Now the world comes to me.”

His hand remained motionless and his eyes focused on hers. Guided by her subtle but persistent touch, his hand moved up increment-by-increment, first up under the soft folds of her skirt, then across the tension of her bare leg. With her guidance his long fingers touched the warm skin of her inner thigh, and finally found her wetness, waiting hungrily below. Alice’s breath caught at the intimate touch and she closed her eyes.

After a moment her eyes opened and she continued to speak, gathering all her willpower in an attempt to act as if nothing was happening. “You know, there was a time when I was going to be a rock singer. I went on a tour around the country with a rock band. But I got bored. They never let me on the stage.”

“I would let you on the stage. I would love it if you would sing for me.”

“Maybe some time. That was long ago.”

She could feel his fingers tracing circles around her mound, as she gasped with pleasure. Then a finger, followed by two more was up inside of her and she could take it no longer. Her heart thumped in her chest, her body was one long line of zinging electricity.

“We….must….go. My apartment … now.”

“Yes,” he said, as she motioned for the waiter to bring the check. Kwame reached into his pocket for his wallet, but hastily tossing her credit card onto the table, Alice said, “No. I can…charge it… Urban Music.”

In the taxi home, she felt her excitement mounting. She saw ancient tribal warriors in Kwame’s eyes. There was no conversation with the taxi driver. Their hands found each other in the seat between them. In silent anticipation, they maintained the outward decorum of a first date.

At her apartment building, Sam, her doorman, was all smiles as he opened the taxi door for her. She let Kwame pay the fare. In the elevator they turned and fully embraced for the first time. By the fourth floor, Kwame’s strong hand had found her leg and pulled it up to his waist. They pushed their bodies into each other, each wanting more. After a brief awkward moment with her keys they were inside her apartment.

As soon as they entered her apartment, Alice mustered a remnant of self-control. “You wait here. I want to show you something.” The apartment was spare. Alice asked Kwame to wait on the small couch in her living room, which, other than a view of the city park across the street, offered little in the way of entertainment.

Alice returned to the living room after a few moments and taking Kwame’s hand, began to lead him into the bathroom, her sanctuary.

Sensing some resistance, she said, “relax, follow me.”

But Kwame hesitated. “What happened in the restaurant, this was not what I expected. Something came over me. This is not the way I usually behave. Perhaps I should leave now. I feel I may have taken advantage of you.”

Alice pondered his reaction. “No, I want this. You and I are connected.”

“Truly, I want to respect you. Let me take a moment to think.”

Alice was moved by his consideration. She resolved, in spite of her increasing desire for him, to restrain her own impatience and return to him the respect he was offering her. Kwame was lost in thought. Unaware of her presence, he walked to the window of her apartment and looked out for a long moment.

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Michael stood and tugged his swim trunks up from around his ankles.  Ali exited the cabana carefully, parting the curtains slightly and peeking out to make sure that no one was around to notice.  When she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she parted them and walked out.  Michael paused briefly and followed. As Ali turned the corner, he saw her glance back over her shoulder and give him a seductive smile.  As his eyes traveled down her magnificent back, around her youthful ass, and down her toned, tanned legs, he noticed a trickle of white fluid, barely visible but clearly traveling down the inside of her right thigh.  His softened cock began to stir, and he shook himself back to reality, returning to his chaise to gather his things and head to the room and Amy.As he walked through the lower lobby toward the elevators, he was keenly observant of the people he passed, particularly the attractive women.  They came in all age and appearance categories, but he noticed that many had a healthy glow about them.  No doubt the sun and relaxing atmosphere of this beautiful resort had much to do with that, but his naughty mind said that sex also played a role. Perhaps that was because today had been such an amazing and unusual day for him.  This place had worked magic in his life in the form of an alluring and erotic young woman who had milked him for all he was worth.  He must have been giving off that glow himself, because several attractive women locked eyes with him and smiled as he passed.  He wondered how many had just impaled themselves on a lover, and whether it was their partner or a handsome stranger.  If it had happened to him, it could have happened to them as well.  This wasn’t that kind of resort, but paradise does have a way of casting its spell.Michael began to reflect on the events of the day, specifically his breaking of his marital vows.  It was clear to him that, given the Üsküdar Escort right circumstance, he and Ali would become intimate again, as many times as possible during their time together here.  Was Ali a one-time fling, he wondered, an accident of opportunity, setting, and extraordinary chemistry.  Was this merely a very unique and special episode in an otherwise conventional life, something to be locked up and kept in the vault of his memory and his heart?  Or had Ali awakened something in Michael?  Had she unlocked a cheater, and once that door was open, was there any turning back?Certainly, Michael had no delusions that opportunities like this would be readily available, particularly ones involving such an alluring, sexy, and young woman.  But he also noticed the smiles of the women he passed.  Could they tell? He tried to feel guilty but couldn’t.  That much alone was likely telling.  He had fucked Ali in the room in the late morning and sinned again with her a mere few hours later.  At the same time, his love for Amy was undiminished.  In fact, he couldn’t wait to make love to her this evening.  Ali had unleashed a more sexual Michael, one who was attuned and aware of the beauty and sensuality of all women, most especially Amy.Where this would go from here, he decided, would depend on how he felt when he returned to the room to Amy; whether he could compartmentalize what he had done, and was likely to do again with Ali.  He walked down the hall toward the room, tapped the key and opened the door to find Amy in the sitting area wearing a bathrobe.“Sorry, I hope I’m not running too late,” Michael said as he walked into the room.  “I kinda lost track of time a little bit.”“I know.  Who is she?” came the reply.Michael stopped dead in his tracks.  “What are you talking about?”  He tried to remain outwardly calm, but inside his heart was pounding and his brain Üsküdar Escort Bayan swimming.“Michael, don’t play coy with me.  I saw you.”“Saw what?”“Michael, please sit down.”  He did as he was told, and Amy continued.  “I realized I’d left my phone on the table with your things.  I turned around to come back and get it, and as I approached I saw a very attractive young lady talking to you.  I was curious, so I hid behind some plantings to watch.  At first, I thought it was innocent, but then I saw her sit down on your chaise.  I saw her run her fingernails across your thigh.  Then she took your hand and stood.  I was shocked.  My heart began to pound when I saw you follow her to the cabanas.”Michael was paralyzed.  Never in a million years had the possibility of being discovered crossed his mind.  He was at a loss for words.  The silence in the air was deafening, the tension thick.“So, who is she?  I want to know everything.  And I mean everything.”An awkward silence followed while Michael considered his response.  Finally, “She’s nobody.  Just some girl I met.”“She’s not just some girl, Michael.”  Amy’s voice was resolute, but surprisingly lacking in anger.  “She has a name.  Let’s start there.”“It’s Alison,” he replied.  “Ali, actually.”“Ali.  That’s cute.  She’s cute.  Adorably sexy.”  Michael couldn’t read her tone.  Was it sarcastic, playful, mocking?”Another awkward silence filled the space.  Michael noticed a glass of wine on the table next to her chari.  Amy reached over, took a drink, and continued.  “You fooled around with her, obviously.  No one goes to hide in a cabana just to talk.  I want to hear it all.  From the beginning.  Every detail.  Tell me how you met.”Michael slowly began to describe running into Ali when looking for a spot to lay out at the pool, her invitation to sit next to her, their conversation turning more intimate, and, Escort Üsküdar finally, her proposition.Amy interrupted him.  “You want me to believe that she came on to you?”Michael looked her directly in the eyes, and, holding her gaze, said “that’s what happened.  She made the first move.  I was very turned on by the time she did, but never even thought of the possibility.”“And so where did you go?”Michael let the silence fall once again.“You didn’t bring her here…?”Michael could only nod his head, his eyes cast downward.Amy rose from her chair and walked over to the foot of the bed.  She patted it with one hand and looked at him.  “So, you fucked her in this bed?”“Yes.”“Our bed?”Another nod, eyes once again cast downward.“Where you fucked me last night?” She let the question hang in the air through the awkward silence that followed and walked over to her suitcase to retrieve something.  She returned to her chair and sat facing him, opening her robe and splaying her legs out slightly.  The hum of her bullet vibrator broke the silence, and she began to run it across her erect nipples.“Was it tender? Romantic?  Rough?”No response.“Did you kiss her?”“Yes, we kissed.”“A lot?”“Yes.”  Michael realized this was turning Ali on.  Gradually, his inhibitions began to fall away.  He would give her what she wanted.  “Passionately.  She made these adorable little moans.”The vibrator moved down Amy’s belly.  Michael could see that the lips of her cunt were swollen.  A musky aroma was faintly noticeable.“She sucked your cock first, didn’t she?  Like a good little slut?”“She dropped to her knees quickly.”“How hard were you?” she asked.“Rock hard.”“Precum?”“Yes, lots.”The bullet hit her clit, and she arched her back.  Her face scrunched, the expression of arousal so familiar to him.  “And could she deep throat?”“I shoved it all the way down.  Balls deep.  She didn’t gag,” he replied.“There was saliva on the rug then.”“Yes, drooling from her mouth.  I also ordered her to spit on it and jerk me off.”A sharp intake of breath emitted from Amy.  “But you didn’t cum yet, did you?”“No.”“You wanted to fuck her.”“I did want to fuck her.”“There are no condoms here.  I presume she didn’t bring any?”

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Friday

Jack sighed as he pulled into his driveway. It had been a long day. A long week. He switched off the car engine and stared out of the window at his house.

Jack was glad to be home and, for the first time this week, he was glad Anna was coming round to see him.

He hadn’t seen her all week. She had been away from work for a week’s holiday and had visited friends up north until today. He was feeling excited about seeing her. The stirrings in his stomach down to his cock had been distracting him all day.

Jack hadn’t masturbated all week which he’d found extremely difficult. He had been close on many occasions whilst daydreaming about his visit to Ellie’s adult shop. He had even thought about popping in to see Ellie at some point to see her but thought better of it.

He stepped out of the car and trudged up to the door. Anna was due to be here in around 30minutes so he thought he should shower first.

Jack opened the door, dropped his keys on the table and let the door close behind him. No mail. Jack dropped his briefcase and made his way upstairs to the shower. He needed a long shower tonight in order to wash the stresses of the week away.

25minutes later, Jack heard the doorbell. He was halfway through drying so he wrapped the towel around his waist to cover his modesty and jumped down the stairs, two at a time.

He felt better after the shower had soaked the Friday feeling into his skin.

He opened the door and his mood hit its peak for the week: it was Anna.

Her hair was loose and down to her back. It had a natural slight wave to it. It was very dark and framed her perfect, pretty face. Her eyes, big and brown, had an innocent look to them but Jack knew her too well now to know how innocent she actually was.

She was wearing a red cotton vest which had straps over her shoulders. The cut led down to the beginnings of her cleavage and it clung to her breasts perfectly. Anna had on skin tight denim jeans which really clung to her legs. They made her legs look even longer than they normally did. She wore black high heels that pushed her whole body upright, forcing her chest up and out. She was so beautiful and sexy all at the same time.

“Wow. That’s a great way to welcome me home. I missed seeing that body.” Anna announced at the door. She was smiling and her eyes flashed as she looked at Jack’s wet torso.

“Come in sexy,” Jack said, “how was your week?”

Anna stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. She moved into his kitchen and he followed behind whilst watching her sexy arse in her skin tight jeans. Her perfect pert cheeks were kept snug by the tight denim. The dark denim material made its way under each cheek forming two perfect globes.

She placed two bags down on the kitchen table and turned to face him.

“Oh Jack, I had a good time. I have missed you though,” she smiled at him, “my friends were so much fun. My friend Daisy has split with another boyfriend…again.” Anna took out a bottle of wine from one of the bags, “she is not able to hold onto a man for any longer than a fortnight. I don’t know why. She was glum but perked up after a few cocktails.”

Anna had unpacked the first bag. It was full of various food, ready for their weekend together. The other bag had some neatly folded spare clothes for her weekend stay with Jack.

“But, how was your week?” she queried lightly.

“It was…well… the usual. Busy. You know how it is.” he sighed as he responded.

She looked carefully at him. He did look as though it had been a tough week, it always was for him. She smiled, “don’t worry Jack, it’s the weekend now.”

He Bostancı Escort smiled back and instantly felt better. It was as though she had a magic spell over him and anything she said, or did, felt good.

“Jack? There’s a box in the boot of my car, could you bring it in for me please. No peeking though…it’s your present.” Anna giggled as she spoke.

“Present,” he repeated, “you shouldn’t have bought me a present.”

“I ordered it last week and it arrived yesterday,” she clarified, “it’s just something I saw and thought of you.”

Jack moved out towards the car. The boot was already unlocked and he pulled up the metal hood. The present was a big brown box around a metre and a half in length. It was sealed pretty securely. He hoisted it up – not realising it was heavier than first looked – shut the boot and moved inside.

Anna was upstairs when he closed the front door. “Can you bring it up here please?” she shouted from upstairs.

Jack climbed the stairs carrying the awkward package to the top and turned into his bedroom. Anna was placing her spare clothes on the dressing table, “pop it on the bed and I’ll unwrap it so can you go out of here and get dressed please?”

There was a hint of playful begging in her voice. He placed the box on the bed, “ok, let me know when I can come in,” Jack said.

“Ok,” she turned around to the package, “don’t go too far.”

Jack left the room and moved to his spare room which was also his dressing room. He had just filled it with wardrobes from floor to ceiling and chests of drawers. He lived alone and still had a spare room after using up this one just for clothes.

Jack dressed (shorts and a loose fitting shirt) sprayed and made himself respectable by running his hand through his hair. ‘Not bad,’ he thought.

“Jack, you can come in now,” Anna shouted, “but close your eyes as you enter.”

Jack opened the door to his bedroom and then closed his eyes. He walked in and felt his way blindly to the edge of the bed. He heard Anna sniggering on the bed in front of him. The anticipation was killing him now.

“Ok, Jack,” she quietly said, “open your eyes.”

Jack opened his eyes and saw that Anna was laying on her side on the edge of his bed. She, too, had changed. She was wearing a satin nightie. It had thin straps over her shoulders and the shiny grey material tucked in tightly around her breasts so their outline and shape was very easy to make out. Again, he could see the top of her cleavage. The nightie stopped just below her sexy arse. Her naked legs on show as she lay there.

Then Jack looked at what was laying beside her.

It looked as though it was longer than a metre but shorter than the size of the box.

It was a fake female torso. It had no head or arms but the body and shape was damn near perfect. It was made of a creamy, flesh coloured soft material.

It had full breasts that were pushed together with a narrow channel down the middle of them. The nipples were very erect too.

Further down the torso, there was a perfectly formed pussy with lifelike lips and a small clitoris just above a hole.

Below that, was another hole. A sweet and tight looking puckered arsehole.

Jack was wide eyed and flabbergasted.

Anna looked up at him with that sexy look she often had when naughtiness was due to occur. “Jack, I had so much fun the last time we met and I wanted to repay the favour.” She stroked over on of the sex toy’s fake breasts, circling her finger around the nipple, “I spoke to Ellie and she suggested this.” She then grabbed the breast she was fondling, More Bostancı Escort Bayan than a good handful.

Jack’s heartbeat sped up. He looked down at the scene in front of him and he felt the stirring in his cock.

“Let’s play,” Anna said, “take off your clothes,” she demanded.

Jack slipped his shorts down (he had decided on going commando) and then pulled the shirt up and over his head.

He stood on front of Anna completely naked. His cock beginning to grow semi erect.

Anna stared at his cock and bit her lip “ohhh, wow, that cock. I’d forgotten what it looked like.” She said in a longing, sexy voice.

“Wait there Jack,” Anna said and she got up and straddled the torso, “look at how fantastic these breasts are. They are bigger and firmer than mine.” Both hands started stroking and gently caressing the fake breasts, “ohhh Jack, they feel sexy.”

Jacks cock was growing to its full erect state.

Anna watched his cock grow. She then lowered her head and her mouth hovered over one of the nipples. She looked up at Jack, “I want to suck one of these erect nipples. It’s my first time. Watch…” she whispered. Anna lowered her mouth over a nipple and placed the flat of her tongue directly over the nipple. She licked across it and it instantly went wet. She pursed her lips tightly together and sucked the nipple from its base to the top and out of her mouth. “Mmmm, Jack, I love how that tastes in my mouth. Fuck, I was aroused as soon as I walked in here, now I’m wet. If I…” she started to lower her hips down and grind her pussy backwards and forwards over the fake naked body, “…oooh…yes…that’s good. Right on my clit.”

Jack was fully erect now. His cock was pointing at Anna writhing on the fake torso. He shuffled around behind her and watched transfixed. Anna’s pussy was grinding down on the fake pelvic bone on the torso. He could see Anna’s sexy arse just above the fake pussy lips. It looked as though the torso was moving to meet Anna’s thrusts.

“Ohhh god…fuck that’s good…so good. It’s like she’s fucking me Jack…mmm…ohhhh.”

Jack watched, transfixed. He could see Anna’s breast bouncing as she rode the toy. Her nipples were clearly erect and visible through the soft satin.

“Oohhh…god…mmmm…I’m close. Don’t stop..”

Suddenly Anna slowed down to a stop and shuffled backwards off the torso. She looked down at where she had been grinding and there was a slight wet patch.

“Ohh…Jack…she almost made me cum. Fuck I’m so aroused right now,” she looked at his cock straining and pulsing. The head of his cock was really standing out now, “it looks as if you are too Jack,” Anna whispered.

She lowered her face down towards the fake pussy lips. “Look at this pussy Jack. I can see the clit too.” Anna looked up at Jack and smiled, “I’ve never licked a pussy Jack. Shall I try it now?” Anna stuck the tip of her tongue out as if to lick the pussy lips.

Jack groaned and his cock pulsed. Pre-cum started to dribble down.

“What?” Anna said as she watched, “I’m just telling you that I haven’t tasted a pussy before.” With that she licked from the base of one pussy lip up to the clit. She then started again with the other side. She looked up at Jack as she repeated the movement.

“Am I doing it right Jack? Is this how you lick a pussy?” Anna looked at him coyly. “Show me Jack. Come and show me how to do it.”

Jack moved over to the bed and Anna sat up onto her knees. Jack lowered his mouth down to where Anna had just been. He stuck the tip of his tongue out to lick the lips. He could taste the warmth of Anna’s spit Escort Bostancı on the lips. They were wet already.

Anna had sat up and lifted her satin nightie so her pussy was on show. She slid a finger down to her own pussy and started to rub around her own clit.

Jack was watching intently whilst licking the fake pussy. Anna shuffled on her knees so she was close to Jack’s eyes. He could see close up that her clit was protruding and clearly visible. She was aroused, he could see her glistening lips and the opening to her pussy.

Jack could smell her and feel the warmth from her pussy and her skin. She was speeding up “ffffuck Jack…that’s so…mmm…fucking sexy. Look how wet…ohhh…mmmm…I am!” Anna moaned.

Jack was desperate to touch his cock. He felt the material of his bed rub against the head of his cock. He moved his hips to slide the head of his cock against his bed.

Anna moved to straddle the torso again. She lifted her leg over the torso and sat astride it facing the breasts again, away from Jack. She continued to rub her pussy faster, “ohhhh…nnnggg…I want to cum Jack…I’ve waited all…fuck me that’s sooo good…I’ve waited to cum Jack. I want you to cum with me…ohhhhh FUCK!” She groaned.

Jack was so close to her pussy and he could also see her tight little arsehole. He watched her fingers rubbing her pussy slow circles and then suddenly speeding up and then slow again. She was teasing herself to orgasm.

“Mmmmmnnn…Sit up on the bed Jack…fffffuuuckkk…grab that cock,” she instructed, “do…ohhh…you want to fuck that pussy…mmmm…Jack?”

Jack instantly knelt up facing Anna’s sexy arse. He grabbed his cock and pointed it at the fake pussy. He was so close to Anna’s pussy too. Jack was so tempted to slide it into Anna’s wet pussy. Just to bend her right over and bury his cock in her wet pussy. He thought he would get one good thrust before filling her pussy with cum. The thought started to overwhelm him and he edged closer to her pussy.

“Jack…god I’m so close…ffffuuckk…Jack, stroke your cock Jack. Ohhhh…cum on that pussy…nnnnggg.”

Jack began stroking his cock. His pre-cum had dribbled on the fake pussy. His balls were tightening. Anna’s hand was furiously rubbing her clit and her hips were moving in rhythm with her hand. Her breathing was deep and short. He knew she was close.

Suddenly she reached back with her other hand and used a finger to gently circle her tight arsehole. That was it. The sensation was too much for her.

“OHHHH SSSSSHHHIT…FFFUUUCK…I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING…NNNNNGGGG…” she screamed.

Jack could see her pussy lips shaking. Her other finger pressed onto her tight arsehole and stayed where it was, pressing down.

Jack started to cum. It shot out of his cock. A week of built up cum. It spattered across the fake pussy and also onto Anna’s pussy.

She moaned loudly when she felt his warm cum on her body, “mmmmm…fffffuck me!”

The cum kept spurting as he slowly fucked his hand and it spurted onto her arse and over the finger covering her arsehole. She massaged the cum around her arsehole and around her pussy lips.

She hadn’t looked backwards the whole time and she kept on stroking and moving her hips.

Jack also kept stroking, milking the cum from his cock as it dribbled over the fake pussy lips.

“Fuck, Jack. You make me so horny,” Anna managed to say through her shortened breaths, “fuck me, my pussy is so sensitive.”

Jack stopped stroking and looked at his erection, it was still solid.

“Do you like your present Jack? I can’t wait to use this again. Can you?” Anna groaned.

She stepped over the torso and looked at the mess, “time for a shower, want to watch?” She winked at him whilst looking at his still erect cock.

Jack was in shock over the intense orgasm that had washed over his body. He managed a smile and a nod of the head then fell backwards onto the bed.

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It was just another out-of-town trip and just another hotel room. I had just returned from reviewing my area, and now I was making reports on my computer.

“Great,” I said as I heard the door slam from the room beside mine.

I was hoping I would get lucky, and no one would get the room next to mine. Instantly I heard loud talking it was a woman. She was talking nice and sweet, probably to her kids over the phone.

The world was slowly getting back to normal. During the pandemic, I spent most of my time working from home. Now that most of it was over, I was back on the road, which was a good thing.

Most of the stores had gone so long without someone visiting that they had gone away from the corporate ideas and plans. It was like the wild west.

The sweet talk turned to shouting as I was sure the husband was on the phone now.

“Yup,” I nodded as I heard the usual conversation. I used to have the same talks with my now ex-wife.

‘Why did I have to put out of town so often?’ ‘Why couldn’t someone else do it?” ‘Why does it have to be so far?’ ‘When are you coming home?’

The questions never ended, not when I was out here, or did they stop when I got home. Luckily for us, we didn’t have kids.

I was sure the poor woman next door was going through the same barrage of questions.

I continued the reports and sent the pictures I had taken to my superiors and then settled on the bed to watch some television. Not much was on, so I hooked up my laptop to the big screen and watched some of my streaming shows.

The door knocked, and I opened it to retrieve my pizza and soda. The man smiled as I tipped him, and then I closed it.

I didn’t miss this, getting fast food or junk food. I liked eating at home and making dinner in my kitchen. My hotel allowance wasn’t enough for me to get the hotels with the mini kitchens, but at least it was enough to keep me out of those horrible motels, so it was a give and take.

I settled in for the night and turned everything off. It was nice and quiet except for the loud hum from the air conditioning unit.

The sound woke me up, it was loud, and as I got up, I could hear it clearly. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ I thought.

I got out of bed and went to the partition door. Sure, enough, it was coming from her room. She was watching porn very loudly to boot.

I could hear it clearly; she was going from one video to another on one of those stream porn pages. Then I heard it. It was her. She was using a toy on herself. I could barely hear the hum, but I could listen to her voice; she was saying her husband’s name as she fucked herself.

Then it went quiet. I quickly moved away from the door as I didn’t want her to look down and see the shadow of my feet at the bottom of the door.

I went back to bed and smiled as I went back to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The morning came, and I got ready to leave. The one thing I was glad for was that the hot water was working. Usually, that was a hit and miss, but it was scolding hot once the cold water went away.

I put my laptop in its bag, put it over my shoulder, and went out the door. As I got out, so did she. We smiled as we closed our doors and headed for the elevator.

She was the typical roving woman, nothing to write home Ankara bayan escort about, so my colleagues would say about the woman we would meet on the road.

I looked at her average build, long brunette hair, and nice ass as she walked in front of me. She wore the usual business attire, a skirt, a nice top and a blazer. She was probably in accounting or human resources.

“First floor?” she asked as she entered the elevator.

“Yes,” I nodded.

She was doing the same thing I had done to her. Looking me over, was I a prowler that would ask for her number or more, was I married, as I saw her looking at my hand.

It was the typical thing people did that traveled a lot.

I nodded at her as we exited the elevator and headed for the breakfast area. It was flooded with people, mainly the construction types and others who traveled. There were very few vacationing people.

I got some food and found a small corner to eat, away from the loud talk and the few that had just got off the night shift working on the roads who smelled like tar and asphalt.

“Can I join you?” she said as she looked back over her shoulder.

There weren’t many open spots left to sit.

“Sure,” I nodded.

“Judy,” she said as she smiled at me.

“David,” I replied.

We got to talking, and I was right. She worked in the human resources department and was doing some evaluations at one of the large warehouses in the area.

Judy told me about her four kids and her remarried husband. They divorced for two years, then got back together for the kids. That was something that I could never do, my ex was my ex, and there was no way I would go back to her, but again we didn’t have kids.

I told her about my divorce as we walked out into the bright sunlight and headed for our vehicles. We waved goodbye, and I didn’t expect to talk to her again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I was beaten. I had done all the stories in the area and dreaded packing everything in the morning and heading for another hotel in another town the first thing, but that was my job, and I had to do it.

“David!” Judy yelled from the hotel bar.

I nodded and walked over there. She smiled at me as I approached. She quickly grabbed my arm into hers as we sat down. No doubt, the vultures with the bright-colored construction shirts were hitting on her left and right.

It was the usual. If it had tits and an ass, they would hit on it, no matter what. I had seen it repeatedly happen, especially the ones that were married. Cheating was part of the game for those that traveled a lot.

“I brought my own, these prices are ridiculous,” I whispered as I looked down at the bag in my hand.

“Then let’s go up,” Judy smiled.

We went up to the rooms, and Judy went into hers as she said she wanted to change from her business attire.

I took a quick shower and got the drinks set up.

I overheard Judy talking to her husband, they were arguing again, and I felt sorry for both as it was hard for her to be out here while he was home.

I understood both sides, there was more money to be made traveling, but he was stuck home alone with four growing kids.

The conversation ended, and there was a knock on the partition door. I opened it, and Judy smiled Escort bayan Ankara as she walked into my room.

She had put on comfortable attire, a plain blue shirt and shorts. I was always a boob guy, so I noticed Judy had slightly more significant than average boobs. I probably guessed D or DD at best.

Judy immediately saw the drinks and poured herself a glass.

The talking centered chiefly around her kids, two were young teens, and the other two were still young.

“Marcus, hates staying home alone with them, they have the run of the house while I am gone,” Judy said.

“Ah, so it’s wait until your mom gets home, not dad,” I nodded.

“Definitely,” Judy replied.

When she said her husband’s name, I smiled. That wasn’t the name she was saying last night. It was Andy or Andrew.

Judy smiled as she saw the look on my face. “Paper thin, huh?” she asked as she put the drink down.

“Yup,” I nodded.

Judy nodded, “I thought I was being a bit too loud,” she said as she looked at me as we sat on the bed.

“Just a little,” I nodded.

“Someone I dated while we were divorced,” Judy nodded. “It wasn’t anything serious, but he had,” Judy paused. “Can I be blunt?”

“Of course,” I nodded.

“He was very talented with his tongue,” Judy smiled as she drank more.

“Ah,” I nodded.

“Now you know,” Judy said.

I nodded.

“So, your turn,” Judy said as she got up and poured more out.

“What’s to tell?” I asked.

“Well, you’re more of a boob guy than as ass guy,” Judy said as she sat back down. “Which for me is neither here nor there,” she smiled. “I got both.”

“Yes, you do,” I nodded.

The alcohol was getting to the two of us, and I had no inhibitions about sleeping with a married woman. I wasn’t there at the wedding, and I never said I do to any of them, so if she wanted to cheat, that was on her.

“So, what else do you like to do with big boobs, other than suck on them?” Judy asked as she cupped one of her boobs.

“Take the top off and I will show you,” I said.

There was no hesitation at all. Judy didn’t stop for a second to think about it. She put the glass down and pulled off her shirt.

A dark purple bra held her big boobs in place, but even that came off within seconds of the shirt. I immediately started sucking on them and pushing her back on the bed.

“That’s it,” Judy moaned as I bit her large, long nipples slightly.

Judy cupped her boobs together for me to go from one to the other.

“Shit!” she yelled as her phone rang from the next room. “That’s him.”

She quickly got up and ran through the partition door and into her room. I followed close behind, squeezing her boobs from behind as she stood in her room talking to her husband.

They were talking about dinner and groceries. Judy didn’t stop me from squeezing her boobs. She quickly turned around and dropped to her knees.

I watched as she pulled on my pants, took my cock out, and started sucking on it. I had to smile as she looked at me with my cock in her mouth as she talked to her husband.

“You stopped me from eating, so I am doing it now,” Judy said as she bobbed her head back and forth. “Sausage, there is a barbecue place right in the parking lot, I got some and Bayan escort Ankara brought it back to the room.”

Judy was straight lying to her husband. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. How he couldn’t tell the noise of his wife’s mouth being fucked was beyond me. Judy pushed me off and got up onto the bed.

“I have to go; Simon is calling he wants….” Judy said as I pulled her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “I have to go.”

Judy hung up as I pushed inside of her without protection. Judy’s legs went wide as I thrust deep inside her married hole. As soon as I got all the way inside, her legs wrapped around me.

“Fuck me!” Judy said, just like last night.

I fucked her hard, fast and deep. She wasn’t my wife, so I couldn’t care less about how much pleasure she was getting from it.

I hadn’t had sex in over a year and was making up for the lost time.

“Yes!” Judy yelled as she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I fucked her.

Her phone went off again, and it was the same ring tone.

“Fuck him, fuck me!” Judy said as she held onto me tightly.

The hotel room was filled with us fucking, and I was sure anybody in the halls could hear Judy’s moaning and cursing as I fucked her hard.

Then I pulled out of her, and she quickly got on all fours as I put it back inside her.

“Wait,” Judy said as she reached for the small bag by the bed. She pulled out what I guessed was the toy she used last night. It was a long dark brown dildo, much bigger than I was sporting.

“Fuck my ass,” Judy said as she pushed it inside her.

I hadn’t done anal since my college years. My ex-wife wouldn’t let me near her ass. I wasn’t passing up the opportunity now.

I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her ass and pushed forward.

Judy let out a long moan as my cock entered her ass. I gripped her hips and started fucking her. She used her toy to fuck herself as I fucked her ass.

“Fuck yes!” Judy bellowed loudly. “He never lets me use my toys, fuck me, fuck my ass!”

I was close to cumming, and feeling her ass tighten on my cock as she fucked herself made me want to cum even more. I pushed deep inside her ass and came, shooting my cum into her ass.

We stayed on the bed for a few minutes before going to my room and drinking more. Then we ordered some food.

I tit fucked Judy on my bed while she talked to her husband and apologized for hanging up on him. She licked the head of my cock as it popped in and out from her cleavage as she told him she loved him.

I fucked her again on my bed after she told him goodnight, this time, I used the toy to fuck her mouth as I fucked her.

Judy begged me to cum inside of her again. I pushed deep inside her married pussy and filled it with my cum, twice before we went to our beds.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I was cursing myself out when my alarm went off. While it was worth it to have sex with Judy, it didn’t pay off that I had to wake up early. I packed everything and left a tip for the cleaning staff as we had made a mess of my room.

I walked out of the room and headed for the elevator.

“Wait,” Judy said, still dressed in her bed attire. She rushed toward me and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks.”

“Have a great one, good luck with everything,” I nodded as she headed for her room.

I got into the elevator and headed downstairs.

“Morning,” the lady at the counter said. “Had a great stay?” she asked as she checked me out.

“One of the bests,” I nodded as I put the key cards on the desk and headed out.

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This story is fictional based on simple true facts. All characters are at 18 years of age. I do not use editors so there may grammatical errors and misspellings, please overlook them.

In the summer when I was 18 years old, I worked for a liquor store, it was my first job I had. I worked 40 hours a week and was on my feet all day or night, depending on which shift they scheduled me. At that time, labor laws were very lax so I didn’t get breaks or a real lunch.

After working there a few weeks, my ankles would occasionally swell to the point that it was difficult to put my work shoes on. I just thought it was because I never had to be on my feet for over 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. But then, my wrists and my first and second knuckles of a couple of fingers on each hand would swell and would be hard to bend too. I looked up the symptoms, and they pointed to gout.

Not wanting to deal with the joint stiffness and pain, I went to see my doctor. He examined me and really couldn’t tell what my issue was because I didn’t have any of the symptoms at that time. He said that it was unusual for someone my age to have these joint swellings so he was going to send me to a specialist to see if he could diagnose my health issue.

A week later I had an appointment with the specialist my doctor referred to me. I arrived, checked in with the receptionist and filled out the typical paperwork. There was only one other patient in the waiting room, she had already filled out her paperwork and was waiting patiently.

About five minutes had gone by and a patient exited from the back part of the office and stopped at the receptionist desk and said, “The doctor wants to see me when he gets my test results.”

The receptionist, Annie said, “I’ll call you as soon as we get your results and make an appointment then.”

The patient said, “Okay.”

Just then, a nurse came from the back and said, “Jane, we are ready for you now.”

So the lady waiting, got up and went to the back with the nurse.

I was waiting for almost an hour watching the TV that was in the waiting room when Jane had come from the back and stopped at the reception desk. Jane said, “The doctor wants to see me again in a week.”

I took a glance at Jane and she looked a little disheveled and flush, but she had a smile on her face. I thought maybe she had a treadmill test or something, but didn’t think anything else of it.

A couple minutes later, the nurse, Lori came out and said, “Ken, we’re ready for you now.”

I got up and met her at the door leading to the back. She asked, “How are you today? We’re sorry for the long wait, but we needed to perform some extra procedures on the previous patient.”

I said, “I’m doing fine today, but not so much my symptoms are around.”

Lori said, “Well hopefully Dr. Jones will be able to help you.”

She led me into this big room that had a big desk, bookshelves and a few areas that had exam tables that were separated by folding walls. Lori had me sit in a chair in front of the big desk and said, “The doctor will be with you in a few minutes.”

As I waited, I looked around the room and the exam areas and thought how odd it was to have a layout like this.

A few minutes went by and the doctor entered the room, brushing his hair back and looking at his clipboard. The doctor was in his 50’s, very distinguished looking and tall, about 6’3″ with a thin build. He announced himself, “Hello, I’m Dr. Jones, it’s nice to meet you, Ken.”

I said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Dr. Jones said, “I’m going to ask you some questions and get a family medical history from you to get started and try to get an idea of what your health issue is. Then, I’m going to give you a full body exam, then draw some blood and see what’s going on internally. Sound okay?”

I said, “Sounds good to me.”

The question and answer session lasted almost a half an hour. He was very thorough and detailed gathering information so he could try to determine what my condition was.

After the doctor was done asking questions, he said, “I’m going to leave the room and my nurse will bring in a gown that I want you to change into, then I will start the full body exam.”

He walked out and Lori brought in the gown and said, “Ken, you need to get completely naked and put this gown on with opening to the back. You can go behind this portable over wall here.” As she pointed to an exam area nearby.

I took the gown from Lori and went behind the wall, got undressed and put on the gown.

Lori said, “You can have a seat on the exam table and wait there.”

I waited a couple of minutes when Dr. Jones came back into the room. He walked over to a cabinet and grabbed a box that had his supplies and basic instruments in it, then walked over to exam area I was in.

The doctor Ankara bayan escort said, “Okay Ken, I’m going to get started. I’m going to check your vitals, listen to your heart and lungs first.”

After doing all the typical preliminary exam items, he said, “I’m going to check your skin for any weird discolorations, unusual bumps or odd shaped spots or moles. I am going to check every inch of your body.”

I said, “Okay, that’s fine with me.” Not thinking anything of it, knowing that he wants to be very thorough with his exam.

He summoned Lori, “Nurse, I need you to hold this light for me so I can get a good look at Ken’s skin.” It was a hand held portable light that lit up specific areas that the doctor was examining.

Dr. Jones told me take my gown off and lay on my back. I shed the gown and climbed onto the exam table and laid down. Lori stood by and watched me get naked and climb onto the table, I could tell that she was checking me out to see what my body looked like. Then the doctor grabbed the gown and spread it over my crotch area to cover me up initially.

The doctor started the exam with my head and face, then worked his way down my arms, then down my torso. When he reached my waist, he went down to my feet, then worked his way up each leg. When he arrived at my crotch, he said, “I’m going to need to remove the gown now.”

I said, “Okay.”

He removed the gown and handed it to Lori. He looked at my inner thighs at the crotch area, then asked Lori to get closer with the light. She went to the opposite side of the table from the doctor to get closer to my body. The doctor then lifted my scrotum to look at my perineum. He slid his hand onto my perineum and stroked it and pushed on it. Then, he took my penis in one hand and the other hand was palpitating my scrotum sac. He kneaded my balls and caressed my sac for a few minutes. I started to get a little aroused with the intimate touching of my scrotum. My soft penis was turning flaccid to my embarrassment as Lori watched my penis grow. She stared at my hardening cock and smiled at me as she seemed to be enjoying herself.

The doctor then started inspecting my growing penis. He caressed it, fondled it and subtly started stroking it. He gave some weird reason that he could inspect the skin better if my cock was fully erect.

There I was, laying on my back with my fully erect 6.5″ cock sticking straight out from my body and the doctor slowly stroking it, and Lori with her eyes glued to it.

Then, Dr. Jones said, “Everything looks normal Ken, let’s have you turn over and lay on your tummy.”

I flipped over onto my tummy and the doctor started to exam my back and the back of my legs. He then said, “Ken, I want you to spread your legs so I can see your crotch from this side.”

So I spread my legs as far as I could. The doctor said, “That’s great, now I can get in there and see everything.”

Lori got up close with the light as the doctor rubbed my inner thighs, examining my crotch and my ass cheeks. He rubbed my butt cheeks, almost felling like he was caressing them while examining them. He spent a few minutes ‘caressing’ my ass as I could feel Lori scooting up to me to get a closer look.

Then, Dr. Jones said, “Okay Ken, I’m going to spread your butt cheeks so I can examine your butt crack and anus area, okay?”

I said “Okay.”

The doctor took one hand and pulled apart one cheek and said, “Nurse, I need you to pull his other cheek apart so I can examine in there.”

Lori answered, “Yes doctor.”

So they both pulled my butt cheeks apart so the doctor could examine my ass crack. He slid his free hand up and down my butt crack, caressing it and stroking it. He spent a few minutes checking my ass as I was getting aroused again, but my cock was hidden under my body so they couldn’t see it.

Then, Dr. Jones said, “Okay Ken, now I need you to get on your elbows and knees, because I’m going to check your anus, externally and internally.”

I got down onto my elbows and knees with my ass pointed upwards and my flaccid cock hanging down. I could hear the doctor put a glove on his hand as it snapped on. He said, “I’m going to lube you a little to make the penetration easier.”

I said, “Okay.”

Dr. Jones said, “Nurse, I’m going to need you to pull apart his butt cheek again.”

Lori pulled one cheek apart and the doctor pulled apart the other one, totally exposing my butt hole. Dr. Jones said, “I’m going to lube you now, it will feel a bit cold.”

Sure enough, I felt the cold lube being spread over my anus. The doctor then said, “Okay, I’m going to insert one finger first.”

I felt his digit push into my butt hole, it was less intrusive than I thought it would be. He then pushed his finger slowly in and out, loosening my Escort bayan Ankara sphincter so he could proceed with the exam. He then said, “Okay Ken, you’re doing fine, I’m now going to add more fingers.”

He pulled the one finger out of my anus, then slid two fingers into me, then eventually he slid three fingers into my ass. He asked, “Are doing okay Ken?”

I answered, “Yes, I’m doing okay, there is a bit of pressure, but I’m okay.”

He said, “Good, I’m going to start feeling around for any abnormalities now.”

As he slid his fingers in me, he spun his hand around, like he was drilling into my ass. I could feel the spinning of his hand as roto-rootered my rectum. After a few moments of him spinning his hand around, he started to just pumped his fingers in and out of my ass. He said, “I’m getting a good feel of your rectum.”

He then increased the pace of his fingers going in and out of me. It was a very rapid in and out motion. I thought to myself that this was a little strange when he blurted out, “I’m doing this to prepare you for the next step.”

I didn’t know what to say, but it actually felt good. I turned my head and looked back at Lori and she had this big grin on her face as she stared at my ass getting finger fucked by the doctor.

After a minute or so, he stopped fucking me and said, “Okay, I’m going to check your prostate now. I just opened you up to make it easier to check your prostate.”

I didn’t know if that was true or not, but I went along with what he was doing. The doctor inserted a finger in my ass and checked my prostate. He said, “You might feel like you want to pee when I put pressure on your prostate.”

It felt a little weird when he prodded my prostate, but not uncomfortable. He was in there a while as he tried to make contact with as much of my prostate as possible. When he finished, he said, “Everything felt normal, how did that feel,…okay?”

I said, “It was not uncomfortable, in fact I hate to admit this, but it felt good.”

The doctor responded, “Oh really, did you hear that nurse, he liked the way my exam felt. You know Ken, the prostate for some men is an erogenous part of the male anatomy. Maybe we can expand on the exam and supplement the procedure.”

Nurse Lori said, “Should I get our instruments for this.”

Dr. Jones said, “Yes nurse, let’s take this to the next level. Ken, we’re going to take you to another level that I think you’ll enjoy.”

I said, “Okay, your the doctor.”

Lori went to get the box that had the instruments that they were going to use on me. She handed the box to the doctor, he set it down and carefully rummaged through it and found what he wanted to use.

I was still in the same position so I couldn’t see what they were doing behind me, but I could hear them rustle with the items in the box.

Dr. Jones said, “Nurse, let’s start with this one.” As he held it up out of the box. “Nurse, prepare it as usual and bring it to me.”

I heard the nurse turn on the sink and start washing something. Then the water was turned off and she went into the box again and handed the doctor the instrument and something else.

Dr. Jones said, “Okay, Ken we’re ready to proceed, you can stay in this position for now, then we’ll change in a few minutes.”

I said, “Okay, I’m ready.”

The doctor said, “This will enhance with what you’ve already felt, but this will feel much better. I’m going to start now.”

I felt this warm round object come in contact with my anus. It was soft to the touch, but firm in rigidity and was coated with some type of warm lube. The doctor said, “I’m going to push this into your ass, okay?”

He slowly pushed it into my anus and expanded my sphincter beyond anything I’ve felt before, fortunately I was ‘warmed up’ with the prostate exam from a few minutes ago and I didn’t fell any pain.

He continued to push the item into me, filling my rectum up completely. I let out a grunt as he pushed it in further and further. He asked, “How are you doing?”

I said, “I’m doing okay, but how far are you going to push that instrument into me?”

He said, “As far as it will go, and just to let you know it’s almost two feet long, but if it won’t go any deeper, I’ll stop.”

As he continued to push, it finally stopped with about 18″ of it shoved into me. The doctor said, “Looks like we’re stopping here, so I’m going to slowly start pulling it out.”

As he said that, I turned my head to see what was going on back there. I saw this big blue dildo that was about two and half inches in diameter with ridges on it and a handle on it too, being pulled out of my ass. Nurse Lori was helping handle the dildo because of it’s long length.

The doctor pulled it out completely and said, “Now that we know how far this Bayan escort Ankara will go in, we are going to quicken the pace with longer, faster strokes. The doctor reinserted the dildo and pushed it in with some force and speed. He pushed it in to the 18″ mark, then pulled it back out, but only to the ‘head’ of the dildo, then shoved it back in. The doctor and nurse continuously pushed the dildo in and out of my ass for the next few minutes. The doctor and nurse were butt fucking me with that long dildo. Having my rectum being filled and emptied with that big dildo felt fantastic. I’ve played with my ass before, but I’ve never had something this big and long in it.

Feeling the ridges of the dildo vibrate my bowels felt very erotic. I moaned and grunted as they abused my butt hole and rectum for about five minutes. I could hear nurse Lori’s breathing get faster as I think she was getting aroused with the butt fucking they were performing on me.

Dr. Jones said, “Nurse, I think we’re done in this position, let’s pull the instrument completely out.”

They pulled the dildo from my ass and the nurse took it over to the sink and washed it and then put it away. The doctor said, “Okay Ken, I want you to lay on your back and hang your backside (butt) right over the edge of the table and put your feet in these stirrups,” (that he had extended and splayed open from the exam table).

The doctor said, “Ken, I’m going to perform this next procedure, very intimately with you. Nurse, get ready to assist as usual.”

Lori responded, “Okay, I’m ready to assist.” With a big grin on her face.

I was laying on my back looking up at the ceiling so I really couldn’t see what was going on in front of me. I was thinking that the doctor was going to put a probe in my ass or something, then Dr. Jones said, “Okay Ken, I’m going to start the procedure.”

I said, “Okay.”

I felt the doctor put more lube on my anus, then I felt an object poke my butt hole, then the doctor said, “I’m going to push in now.”

I felt this large rod type object penetrate my anus, it felt bigger than the dildo they used on me earlier. The rod was being pushed in slow and deep into my already worn out rectum. Then I heard a muffled groan from the doctor, I looked up and saw that he had shoved his big cock into my butt hole, he was having anal sex with me. He was standing on a step stool so he could get a good angle to fuck me. He saw me look up at him, and he said, “I’m doing this for more research for your case.”

Well I knew that was just bullshit and he was just a pervert that would take advantage of his professional position and use it for his personal needs. And, of course whom ever he hired, would be screened and informed of his perverse desires and go along with him.

Dr. Jones started to fuck my ass faster and harder with his big cock. His cock was about 8″ long, and it was very thick, probably more than 8″ in circumference. His thick cock ‘really’ filled up my rectum, way more than the dildo used earlier. The doctor was moaning and grunting with every thrust into me as he really picked up the pace. He was jack hammering my ass with rapid thrusts and retreats, as I was sighing heavily as I enjoyed having my ass fucked and filled by a big cock.

Almost out of breath, the doctor said, “Okay nurse, you can start your assistance to this procedure.”

With that, Lori came up to me and took my flaccid cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked and licked it and felt it grow in her mouth. When my cock became fully erect, she deep throated it and gagged at first, but then eventually she would have my entire cock in her mouth all the way to my balls. I knew wasn’t going to be able to last very long as Lori gave a great blow job and having my rectum being fucked by a big cock was so much stimulation that it was too much to handle.

Sure enough, a few moments later I felt it rising within me, so I yelled, “Oh fuuuck, ooooh shit, here I cum!”

My body shook and bucked as I shot my hot load of semen down Lori’s throat. She gagged a bit, but then gained control and kept sucking me till I was emptied out, then she eventually swallowed everything.

The doctor shouted, “Oh yes Ken, I felt your ass contract with every pulsing of your orgasm, you are very tight.”

That must have put him over the edge as he yelled out, “Oh my god, he I cum!”

I felt his body shiver and tighten, then I felt his big cock pulse inside my ass as he deposited his large load of semen deep in my rectum. He continued to pump my ass even if he had already cum. His cock stayed hard for a few more minutes while still fucking my ass. (He must have been on an ED med).

Eventually he pulled his big and still hard cock out of my ass with a ‘plop’ sound as the head exited my anus. The doctor said, “Nurse Lori will clean you up and take blood samples from you, and I’ll need to see you when I get the test results back from the lab so we can go over them.”

Lori cleaned me up, I got dressed and she drew blood from me and said, “We’ll see you in about a week.”

I left the office looking forward to the next visit.

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Everyone had been waiting for this party, it was looking like a hot summer and we always had a good time when the mood was right. My fella Tom had his new Harley working just right for the run to the coast, the tent was all packed and we were ready. We set off to meet the others at the local pub everyone turned up including a few new faces. The atmosphere was really good we all had a few drinks and was chatting about the party.

One of the new faces walked up to me she was around 19 yrs old and looked very sexy in her tight leather jeans and her cut off T – Shirt I had noticed that she had no bra on underneath and that she had quite a large pair of breasts. She introduced herself as Stacy and asked me what to expect at the party. A wicked urge came across me, so to wind her up I started to tell her of all the drinking, and sometimes fighting, but always lots and lots of shagging, not always with the same person.

Thinking this might put her off. But she just told me she couldn’t wait especially for the sex and that she would like to hang around with me and Tom for the weekend as she said this I felt her hand run down my arm as she looked at me in a way that made it obvious what she had mint. Just then Tom came over and I told him that Stacy would like to hang out with us this weekend he smiled ” I would love a chance to inspect those big breasts “.

The run to the coast went really well and the vibrations from the Harley got me very wet between the legs ready for the weekend. Ankara bayan escort We pitched our tent and Stacy pitched her small one man tent next to ours, ” your always welcome to bed down in our tent ” said tom flashing that wicked grin of his, well it did make sense as we had our six man tent with us.

Stacy didn’t need to be told twice and made herself at home in our tent.
The afternoon was spent in the local pub and Stacy and Tom were getting on like a house on fire laughing and joking together. She knew how to tease a man, and a woman for that matter, Every time Tom went to the bar or to talk to another member she would start to flirt like mad flashing her breasts in a so innocent manner, trouble was I was enjoying the attention. ” I really find you and tom horny, and would love to shag you both “. Said Stacy
” that really sounds like a good idea ” I replied as I smiled and lent over to kiss her. Stacy rubbed my breasts and my crutch mmmmmm.

We were attracting a bit of attention from some of the members near by, all I can say is that it must have been the good beer the summer sun and well you know, but at that moment in time I didn’t care as I returned the favour by letting my hands run up and down Stacy’s lovely voluptuous figure. The music was really good and set the mood, Stacy grabbed me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. We started to dance my favourite song was on love in an elevator, We started dancing like a pair of lap Escort bayan Ankara dancers and boy I enjoyed the going down bit , we were soon joined by the two other girls who were doing their best to keep up with us. Stacy lifted up my top leaving me dressed only in my leather hot pants and thigh length stiletto boots so I pulled down the front of her dress which made it fall to the floor leaving her in her p.v.c thong and boots we started to kiss and noticed that the two girls that had joined us started to do the same.

We moved closer to the girls and we all started dancing and touching each other pretty soon we were all butt naked all four of us, shagging and touching with the cheers from a crowd of horny bikers egging us on. I noticed Tom enjoying the show and a rather sexy black woman, he was stood behind her with his white hands rubbing her crotch and his fingers working their way under her short skirt and out of sight she had her thighs apart just enough for access to her juicy and very wet pussy. I guess she was enjoying the entertainment too

.Her hand was in-between her and Tom toying with his large stiff cock. I went over to the biker that was stood next to Tom and with Stacy I gave a flash of my shaven pussy, I bent over and let the crotch of my hot pants slip in-between my pussy lips he reached for forward and slipped two fingers into my pussy while Stacy proceeded to spank and lick my arse cheeks. Just then the landlord of the pub came Bayan escort Ankara over and turned the music off, ” Calm it down some of the regulars are threatening to call the police!” We all agreed to go back to the campsite.

A group of six bikers followed us back two of them were the girls we had been dancing with they were with their fellas and their two mates.
Back at the tents we lit a campfire and carried on with the party luckily some one had come in a car so we had plenty of music to hand and plenty to dance to.

The dancing soon turned into a mass orgy again with cocks and pussy everywhere. Stacy was licking my clit as a huge cock pushed it’s way into me and another was thrust into my mouth by this time I did not care I wanted as much sex as I could get. The cock in my mouth started to ooze with come he pulled it out spraying my face, one of the girls said ” let me get that for you” and started to lick my face she pushed her tongue into my mouth, she licked as much spunk as she could she then moved and sat on my face and started to rock backwards and forwards as I started to eat her very wet pussy, I stuck my tongue deep into her hole, she bent slightly forward letting a cock enter her from behind pumping roughly with speed he shot his load up her, she stayed over my face letting the hot spunk escape from her tight hole and drip into my mouth. As one cock was pulled out it was replaced with a fresh one slamming up her tight arse as the biker pulled out I looked up to see that it was Tom shagging the girl on top of me, I kissed and licked his balls and he pushed his cock into her wet pussy and filled her with spunk, I sucked his hard cock clean. We then retired to our tent not to forget Stacy my newfound friend and started our own private party.

Oh the joys of summer!

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W=wife

H=husband

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H: Well that was too weird.

W: What?

H: What happened with Julian earlier tonight

W: What do you mean?

H: After dinner. After you’d gone out to turn on the hot tub, I had this weird moment with him.

W: What happened?

H: I’d put my bathing suit on and was at the back door. I was coming out to check to see if the hot tub had leaked or if you needed help.

W: Nope. It was full.

H: I was about to walk out when Julian hurried out of the bathroom and stopped me. He grabbed me by the shoulder.

W: He stopped you?

H: Yeah. He was insistent. He said ‘I need some time to catch up with your wife, I want to talk with her alone.”

W: Really.

H: Yeah. It was odd.

W: Hmmmm….When he came out he told me you’d told him you were washing the dishes and that you’d be a while.

H: That wasn’t true. I didn’t say anything like that.

W: I know he wanted to talk.

H: That’s weird. He didn’t need to say anything.

W: It is. But he hasn’t seen me in a while.

H: Yeah. And after he stopped me. He pointed to the kitchen and said, “why don’t you clean up…then bring us a liqueur in a half hour or so… a Grand Marnier.” A liqueur? Do you even like liqueur?

W: I do. I like Grand Marnier. Julian and I used to toast our progress on the sailboat we refinished years ago with a shot in the evening.

H: You never told me you liked liqueur.

W: You should know these things about me.

H: I guess so. Have you told him about our discussions?

W: About the cuckold thing? No I hadn’t told him about that.

H: Don’t want to?

W: No. No. I’m not gonna tell him or any man that I’m available to have sex.

H: I understand that.

W: I’m not sure you can. You bring this cuckolding up all the time.

H: Well it just seemed like he had that energy, like he might be after you. You know… for sex.

W: Yep. Im sure. I’m sure he had sex on his mind. He loved your dinner. And I thought it was great. See… See, you can cook.

H: Thanks I thought everything came out fine.

W: It did. He suggested we do this whenever he comes to town.

H: He wants to see you more?

W: He does. (Pause)

H: What did you guys talk about?

W: Just what he’s been doing…He’s still sailing. He had to put his dog down. He wanted to talk.

H: Obviously.

W: He said he regretted what happened between us. He wanted to say that.

H: That was nice…..

W: It was.

H: But the way he ordered me to stay in the kitchen…that was weird.

W: Well from what you’ve told me about your fantasy… I’d think another man Ankara escort telling you what to do would turn you on…especially so he could be alone with me in a hot tub. Isn’t that part of the fantasy…a dominant man, a bull, I think you’ve called the other man.

H: Yes. But I didn’t expect that. It felt odd.

W: Did you want to stop him?

H: No…. Maybe…. I don’t know.

W: Well, you know….why didn’t you have some balls and just come join us? You could have.

H: Well, I was, I was coming out to tell you that I was going to the liquor store for Grand Marnier and then your father rang the doorbell.

W: Oh…so that’s when Dad came.

H: He stood talking to me in the doorway for 20 minutes. You know how he gets. He wants to visit.

W: Yeah I know. I know. We saw him.

H: I thought so. He wanted his golf clubs which were in my trunk. So after we talked I pulled the car around and put them in his trunk. I thought he was going to leave. That’s when I texted you that I was going to the liquor store.

W: No. He didn’t leave. I can tell you that. He. Did. Not. Leave.

H: No. Yes, I know…. I saw him when I got back. He was coming out the front door.

W: Did you talk again?

H: Yes. And that was…was weird too.

W: I bet.

H: He walked right over to me slapped me on the back and laughed. He stood back and said, “You better hurry and check on your wife.”

W: Oh no.

H: He’s never referred to you as my wife.

W: (sighs) Why didn’t you come get me before you left? You should have known he’d come looking for me.

H: I don’t know. I guess I thought it’d be a little weird for me to bring your dad to the hot tub with Julian there.

W: That’s understandable. But you should have texted me that he was here. I would have come out.

H: I thought he was leaving. And, we’re going to see him tomorrow. What’s the big deal?

W: Well… the big deal is that I told Julian that you were leaving.

H: I suppose he liked that.

W: Yep. He…and I thought we were alone in the house. We had no idea my dad was here.

H: Did Julian try something?

W: YES.

H: Sexual?

W: Yes.

H: Did he kiss you?

W: Yes.

H: More than kiss?

W: Yes.

H: I thought we were going to talk about that before we actually did anything with another guy.

W: We were going to talk about it darling but Julian wanted me.

H: What?

W: He wanted you out of the way…because he wanted me in a very big hard way.

H: Oh. (Sigh)…I should have known.

W: Of course you should have known. And…you should have come got me.

H: Ankara escort bayan I should have…

W: You left me alone in our hot tub with a man who I’ve told you that I’ve had great sex with, the best sex, including you and…

H: You told me that…

W: And… you left me alone with him with my father somewhere in the house. What were you thinking?

H: He was outside…Look, I’m sorry.

W: Well…you got what you deserved and wanted.

H: What do you mean?

W: As soon as I told him you were leaving Julian knew the light was green and he was all over me. He took me by the hand and pulled me against him and kissed me. A real kiss. I wiggled away but he wasn’t having that…he was as hard as a rock. Rock hard. And I…I lost it. I couldn’t resist. He’s so good. He slipped my bottoms off and turned me around and was inside me in a flash pounding away while he pressed me against the edge of the hot tub. It felt amazing.

H: You and Julian were fucking in our hot tub?

W: Yep. It was great. He took me. I loved that….When I heard the sliding glass door open I thought you’d come back and you’d get the surprise you’ve been waiting for.

H: But it was your dad?

W: Yep. My dad walked in on Julian and I fucking in our hot tub.

H: Oh no. You must have been horrified.

W: I was…I was shocked. For the first few seconds it felt like the worst thing I could have ever imagined. Not just my dad seeing me having sex but having sex with a man who was not you.

H: Look. Why’d you do it? Why’d you have sex? You… you told me you weren’t ready to do it…that you didn’t think you could ever really do it?

W: That’s what I thought….but you opened the door darling. and when I saw his hard dick poking out his bathing suit I couldn’t resist. I tried. But once we got in that hot tub together you were going to be a cuckold. To be honest….

H: What?

W: To be honest…you’d have been cuckolded even if you weren’t into it.

H: You would have fucked him even if I wasn’t into cuckolding?

W: Yep. He’s hot. He’s always been hot to me. I have a thing for him.

H: You wanted him?

W: Yep. Yes…There’s no way I would have said no. But it’s done now. And to be honest that was the best way for it to happen.

H: And your father knows. I should have known that’s what Julian was up to.

W: You should have. But you wanted this. Julian’s dominant. I felt that. He was like steel.

H: He had one thing on his mind.

W: He did. And you let him move you out of the way. I could say this is your fault. A real man wouldn’t have let that happen.

H: Escort Ankara I should have known.

W: If my father hadn’t of showed up Julian would have probably made you watch us. He could have cared less who saw. Taking me was all that mattered to him.

H: You must have been shocked when your dad showed up.

W: I was shocked and embarrassed.

H: What happened?

W: My father stood there. I’m sure he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he laughed.

H: Was Julian embarrassed?

W: No. Not at all. It was as if he was claiming me in front of my dad. He actually stayed inside me for one or two more thrusts. I had to wiggle away.

H: What an asshole.

W: No darling. He’s not. That’s the way he always was with me. He didn’t hold back or second guess himself or go limp at the first sign of trouble. After I wiggled away and hid from my father Julian stood in the middle of the hot tub, naked, his giant erect cock glistening with my juice on it. It’s like he wanted my father to see him. I had to tug him down into the water.

H: What a dick.

W: Maybe. I know he can be a dick it’s why I’m not married to him. But just thinking about him standing there, his cock so long and stiff makes me want to cum right now.

H: Should we fuck?

W: No. we’re not going to fuck.

H: Are you ever going to be able to look your dad in the eye again.

W: Yes. I’m surprised the embarrassment is gone.

H: Really?

W: But YOU might be embarrassed. I’m not. It’s as though Julian gave me a secret power. I don’t have to be my father’s good little girl any more. First time I’ve felt that.

H: Doesn’t your dad know him?

W: They’ve been fishing together several times. My dad really liked him, really thought he was the man for me.

H: Geez. Did your dad say anything when he caught you?

W: He laughed and stood there. And then….then he said, “It’s good to see you two having fun.”

H: Really. Like he was for it?

W: I could tell it didn’t bother him. He always thought Julian was a man’s man.

H: And I’m not?

W: He hasn’t said that. But now he knows you’re a cuckold. Are you going to be okay with that?

H: Are you?

W: I don’t have a choice. We’ve been outted. There’s no going back. I’m sure I’ll be with Julian again.

H: You’ll want to do this again?

W: Yes. Definitely, just minus my dad showing up.

H: I’m not sure I want that.

W: I’m sure I do. He’s a friend and now a lover. Cuckolding is your thing. We don’t have to hide anything from my family. They all know now.

H: So fast.

W: I guess your cuckold dream has come true. My dad and Julian are playing golf tomorrow together. You probably didn’t know that. That’s why dad came to get his clubs.

H: Are they still playing?

W: Yes. Dad confirmed his tee time with Julian before he left.

H: Did you finish with Julian what you started after your dad left?

W: What do you think?

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