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The Outdoor Life Pt 2

It was several days after that time with Erica, and we had all been working really hard, putting in the hours, from early morning, too late at night, but eventually, we finally got a day off.

I was looking forward to a good lay in, I hadn’t had one in weeks, and on that warm, bright, spring morning, my bed felt very comfy indeed.

However, things didn’t quite go to plan, as I slowly came too, because of two strange noises I could suddenly hear in the room.

One was a steady soft moan, and the other, was a weird familiar squeaking noise.

So, slowly I rolled over, and opened my eyes, and then stared over at my roommate’s bed, sat across the room from mine.

It was where the noises were coming from, and as I looked over at it, I stared in amazement as I saw my roommate Benny, lying back on his bed, naked, with a very naked, happy Chloe on top of him.

Now, Benny and Chloe were also new instructors, like me, that started at the same time as me, and it was fairly clear, pretty early on, that Chloe and Benny got on well together, really well together.

They were pretty much hanging around together whenever they could, and it became public knowledge very fast, that they were a happy smitten couple.

So, it wasn’t surprising to see them in bed together, in our shared room, that sort of thing happened often, what was surprising, was to see them naked, and fucking!

It was also surprising, as Chloe appeared to be a lovely, friendly young woman, who clearly loved working with kids, and clearly one day, wanted some of her own, and would probably make one hell of a great loving mother.

But right then, that long haired brunette, with her chubby pale body, big round hanging tits, and thick thighs, was happily riding Benny’s hard dick, and didn’t seem too bothered, I was in the room.

As I lay there watching her thick chubby body rise and fall on top of Benny, I felt my cock begin to stir, then I must have caught Benny’s eye because he looked over at me, and said cheerily “Morning dude!”

“Morning.” I replied back, amazed at how casual he was right then.

Then Chloe, still riding his cock up and down, looked over at me and said cheerily “Morning Steve!”

“Morning, Chloe.” I replied back, not sure what else to say.

She continued to happily rise and fall on Benny, moaning softly as she did, and after a moment, I felt I should probably leave the room.

“I’ll err… just go have a shower or something?!” I then said awkwardly, before I put my feet on the floor, and stood up to go in the bathroom.

“Okay!” Chloe replied cheerily back, before adding “Or you could come and join us?”

“What?!” I replied back, looking very stunned that she had just said that.

“I said… You could go shower, if you really want to?” Chloe then said, before she looked at me, smiled and said “Or you could come and join in! I don’t think Benny would mind, would you?”

“No. I’m cool!” replied Benny back, casually again.

“See!” she then said, before adding “And I’ve still got two more holes you can use!”

I stared at her cheerful smiling face, and then watched her hot chubby body rise and fall, as her big round tits bounced in front of her, and then replied “Okay!”

Then eagerly pulled off my t-shirt, pushed down my boxers, and with my cock already growing hard, I marched towards Benny’s bed.

I then quickly climbed on it, and standing beside them, I offered Chloe, my hard member.

Without hesitation, she reached out, wrapped her chubby pale hand around my thick shaft, and began to stroke my cock.

Chloe continued to ride Benny’s pole, as she stroked mine, and I got a perfect overhead view of her chubby hot young body, rising and dropping, in front of me.

After a just a minute, I was pretty hard in her warm tight grip, and once she could see that, she leant towards me, opened her mouth, and clamped it around my dick.

I groaned happily as her sweet wet mouth engulfed my hard member, and then happily she started to suck me, bobbing her head back and forth, while still riding Benny’s cock.

Her mouth felt wonderful, sliding up and down my hard member, and I happily stood there beside her, enjoying the moment.

For a while, that chubby hot brunette, slid her wet lips along my length, then pulled back again, before sliding them down once more, and as she did that, she continued to rise and fall on Benny.

Then after a bit longer, Chloe finally pulled my hard dick from her lips, and sighed happily, before, still holding my wet hard member, looked up at me and said eagerly “Why don’t you put that big hard cock, in my arse, Steve!”

“Okay!” I eagerly replied back.

She then let go of my member, and I moved around behind her, and as I did, she leant forwards towards Benny, pushing her chubby stomach and big soft tits into his body, and lifting her chubby round arse up for ulus escort me.

Kneeling down behind her chubby white butt, I knew exactly what to do now, so I placed my hands on her soft round cheeks, and eased them open.

Her little pink are ring came into view, and without hesitation, I quickly spat on her ring.

She moaned softly, before I did it again, then again, and when I thought there was enough fluid there, I poked my tongue out and pushed up against her arse, before I started to move it about.

Chloe moaned a little louder, as she felt my tongue pressing up against her arse ring, as I began swirling it around, and then she moaned even more, as I tongued her arse.

For a little while, I tongued her little pink ring, never believing in a million years before this, she would have actually let me do it.

But she was, and she was clearly loving it, and after a few more swirls of my tongue, and her moaning happily because of it, I decided she was wet enough.

Then I knelt up behind her, placed my big round cockhead up against her wet pink ring, and began to press into her.

Chloe moaned softly, as she felt me pushing up against her, then her little arse relaxed, her little rear hole eased open, and my big hard cock slid in.

She then moaned heavily, as I filled her little back passage, with my big hard member.

Chloe’s arse was tight, but not as tight as Erica’s had been, and with another gentle push, I eased most of my hard dick, deep into her rear.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, as she clearly felt me filling her young arsehole, with big hard meat.

Then placing my hands on her chubby hips, I steadily began to fuck her, easing back, then pushing in, then easing back again, then pushing in again, and as I did, Chloe moaned with my every stroke.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” she moaned happily.

As I fucked her arsehole, Benny began pushing up into her little wet cunt again, and together, we both started to fuck her nice and steadily.

“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” she moaned happily again, as she began to rock back against our thrusts.

For the next few minutes, my hard cock slid back and forth inside her wet arse hole, while Benny’s slid back and forth inside her wet pussy, and happily, we all continued to fuck, in our eager threesome.

Chloe was now moaning and groaning excitedly, as she knelt trapped between the two of us, loving how we were both fucking her good.

Then, after a little longer, she lifted her head up, and said “I want to swap around! I want Benny in my arse, and Steve in my pussy!”

Well, there was no argument from us two, so, I stopped fucking her, and then eased my hard dick out of her arse, and as I moved out the way, Chloe lifted her chubby wet pussy up off Benny’s hard dick, and stood up on the bed.

I could now see her full, naked, chubby young twenty something body, as she stood there in front of me, and she looked amazing with her big round D-cup boobs, little pink nipples, slightly podgy stomach, and perfectly smooth bald wet pussy.

Then she turned around, straddled Benny’s waist, and slowly lowered her chubby round white arse down, towards his hard dick.

I watched as her arse cheeks dropped onto my roommate’s hardon, and with a happy groan, she sunk onto his length.

Then, when she was fully sat on his hard dick, with it now deep up inside her little arsehole, she sighed happily, before she then laid back on top of him, and then opened her chubby white legs for me.

I eagerly moved around to get between her legs, and as I did, I could see Benny’s hard cock buried up between her soft round cheeks, while her wet, bald pink pussy was slightly gaping open, ready for my member.

So, I knelt down between her chubby open legs, then shuffled up to her, until my hard cock was pressed up against her wet little pink pussy, and then with a gentle thrust, I slid into her.

Chloe moaned happily again, as I slid my thick meat pole into her wet little cunt, and as I pushed most of my cock into her, my hands reached down and held onto her round soft arse cheeks.

Then steadily I began to pump into her, pushing, and then easing back, then pushing in again, and then easing back again, and as I did that in her little wet front hole, Benny began doing the same, in her little wet back hole.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she exclaimed loudly, once again, beginning to enjoy two hard cocks, deep inside of her.

Benny and me, then continued on, pumping into her, as she lay between us enjoying every moment, and for several happy minutes we all fucked eagerly together.

Then after a while, my thrusts began to speed up, pumping into her wet wonderful pussy a little firmer and faster, and as I did that, I felt Benny began to move quicker in her arse.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she moaned excitedly, as we pumped into her more.

My yenimahalle escort hard cock now slid in and out of her warm wet cunt like a high powered piston, plunging in deep before almost pulling right out, before then plunging in deep again, and Benny did the same to her arse as he lay under her, and clearly Chloe loved it, as she continued to moan over and over with our every thrust.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she moaned loudly, as she lay back on Benny, with her chubby legs lifted slightly up around either side of my waist, and her chubby body wobbling like crazy in front of me.

For several more minutes, we fucked her hard and steady, and that long haired brunette, who in public, could have probably passed herself off as a Disney princess, she seemed that nice and innocent, moaned loudly over and over again, as we both fucked her wet little holes.

Then as our thrust got more energetic, our breathing got heavier, and we were making sounds like we were both trying to hold off from cumming, which I’ll be honest, I was a little, and I think Benny was as well, Chloe looked up at me and said breathlessly “Before you guys cum, I want to try one more thing!”

“What’s that?” I heard Benny ask, before I could.

“Well…” she replied, before adding “I want you to both put your dicks in my pussy, at the same time!”

We both stopped dead from fucking her, and literally together, replied “What?”

Chloe looked at me and then smiled, then glanced over her shoulder at Benny, and said again “I want you to both put your dicks in m pussy! I want you to both fuck my pussy, at the same time!”

“Really?” I felt the need to ask, because I had never ever done that before, or ever heard any girl ask me to do that.

“Yes!” Chloe replied back assuringly, before asking “So, will you do it?”

There was a slight awkward silence, as Benny and I, for a moment, hesitated not too sure how to reply to that, before I finally said “Okay! If you want us to!”

Chloe instantly smiled, before she glanced back over shoulder and asked “Benny?!”

“Okay. Okay!” he replied back finally.

Chloe grinned excitedly, before she then suggested I pull out of her little pussy, and let Benny get in there first, because it would be easier for me to slide in afterwards, than the other way around.

So, I did.

I eased my hard length back out of warm wet cunt, before she then lifted her chubby white arse up, off Benny’s hard dick, and then repositioned her little mound over it.

Then with a happy soft moan, she sunk down onto Benny’s hard thick member again, and he moaned happily too, as his hard cock slid up inside of her wet little pussy.

Once she was then settled on Benny’s dick, she then looked at me, and with a big grin said “Your turn!” and after a quick deep breath, I moved up to her little pink wet hole, now already filled with a hard throbbing dick, and positioned myself to get in there too.

I then placed my big round cockhead up against the top of her pussy, almost resting on top of Benny’s pole, which felt a little odd and different, before I then, with a little pressure, began to push into Chloe’s wet hole.

It took a little effort, and bit of pushing, but eventually Benny’s hard membered lowered slightly inside of her, leaving just enough gap for my cock to move into, and with a groan from all of us, I slid inside Chloe as well.

“Oh fuck!” exclaimed Chloe loudly, as her pussy was now filled with two hard cocks.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed, in amazement, I was now inside this hot chubby crazy brunette’s pussy, along with my roommate.

“Oh, okay.” Benny groaned, realising that unusual feeling he was feeling, was my hard dick pressing down on his, inside Chloe’s wet warm hole.

Then without another word, we slowly, gently, both eased back a little and then pushed into her pussy, and instantly Chloe moaned loudly.

Then we did it again, and then again, and steadily, we began to fuck her, in rhythm, at the same time.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she exclaimed loudly, clearly loving the feeling of two hard cocks, moving about inside her pussy.

Both Benny and I, steadily continued to fuck her, pushing in again, then pulling back, before pushing in again, then pulling back, and as we did this, I was pretty sure, we could feel each other’s dick rubbing back and forth against each other.

Anyway, for the next few minutes, we slowly continued, just steadily pumping into her, filling her with two hard dicks again and again, and every time we pushed into her, Chloe moaned loudly as her head rocked back and forth with our thrusts.

Then as we continued fucking her, our movements began to pick up pace a little, Benny began pushing up into her a little harder, as I began pushing in and then pulling back, a little faster, and soon, we were pumping into her eagerly, but beginning to get out of rhythm.

This seem to make Chloe even more excited, as one cock filled her wet little cunt, then another, barely giving her time between thrusts to register what was happening, and quickly, her moans became constant and more excited.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” she was barely able to cry out, as we pumped excitedly into her pussy.

As we eagerly fucked her now, pumping her with two hard cocks nonstop, it was clear we were beginning to enjoy this too, and our breathing and excitement began to grow as well.

For another minute or so, we kept pumping into her, filling her warm wet hole, over and over again, while all the while, Chloe’s moans got more excited and ecstatic.

Then I heard Chloe moan “Oh god! Oh god! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”

Before Benny then muttered, breathlessly “Me too! Me too!”

Before I then groaned, through gritted teeth “I think I am, as well!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Chloe then groaned loudly, rocking against our plunging cocks, before adding “Cum in me! Cum in me! I want to feel you both blow your loads inside me!”

Well, with that open invitation, how could we say no?

So, eagerly, we continued on, pumping into her wet little cunt, my hard cock thrusting in, then Benny’s, as we continued to slide back and forth against each other, while Chloe lay between us, groaning over and over, and encouraging us for more.

Until finally, that hot chubby brunette, started to groan loudly and uncontrollably, then her body began to tremble, and her face began to contort and she then cried out “OH GOD, I’M CUMMING!”

As we thrust into her again, we could feel her wet little hole begin to quiver, as it started to milk our hard thick lengths, and instantly Benny let out a loud heavy groan, and I felt his hard member begin to pulse hard against mine, as he began to cum.

His hard cock then began spurting big dollops of wet white goo, straight into Chloe’s wet, unprotected cunt, and then, as he continued to spill his seed deep inside of her, and Chloe trembled and cried out, I felt my excitement peak too.

“OH FUCK!” I then cried out, as my hard cock exploded, and began spurting my sticky load as well.

My member blasted sweet, wet white cum straight into Chloe’s cunt, along with Benny’s, and with all three of us now coming excitedly, we groaned loudly, and thrust against each other, on that small single bed, like wild excited monkeys.

It was an experience like no other, coming in that sweet wet pussy, with another dude doing the same, knowing I was pumping Chloe’s wet little young pussy with warm cream, just like my roommate was doing, and clearly we were enjoying it, because it seem to last a lot longer than any other orgasm I had ever had.

However, all good things come to end eventually, and finally, with a heavy sigh, we stopped cumming, and we were done, almost at the same time.

Then for a moment, we just stayed like that, catching our breath, and not really saying anything, as mine and Benny’s cum dribbling cocks, remained buried deep in Chloe’s wet little cum filled hole, while that hot chubby brunette lay back, with her eyes closed, savouring the moment.

Finally, Chloe opened her eyes and then smiled, a big happy grin, before she turned her head towards Benny’s, leant towards him, and they kissed passionately.

I knelt watching them for a moment, before Chloe, lifted her lips from Benny’s, then with a little effort, sat up, and with a big grin, pulled me towards her, and then she kissed me as well.

I happily kissed her back, which felt a little awkward in front of what was her boyfriend, but seeing how I had just fucked all of her holes and cum in her, I was sure kissing her wouldn’t be too much of an issue, so we kissed for a short while, until finally she stopped kissing me, and with a happy sigh said “Thank you!”

“Thank you!” I replied back with a grin, which made her chuckle.

Then she said “Right! I need to go shower! Because I’m hungry, and I need some breakfast!”

Chloe then disentangled herself from between us, pulling her wet used pussy, off our spent dicks, and as our softening meat poles slid out of her, so did what looked like several litres of white goo.

Benny instantly groaned unhappily, as several large dollops of white cream dipped onto his stomach, and then onto his bed, as Chloe moved off of him, and stepped down onto the floor.

“What?! I’ve got to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up!” Chloe then replied, before adding “I’m not going to breakfast, with gallons of your cum leaking out of me!”

Then as she strolled towards our on suite bathroom, she then said “Besides it’s your own fault! If you didn’t want to get gooed! You shouldn’t have cum in me, in the first place!”

Benny then looked at me, and with an unhappy look, replied “How am I the bad guy in this?! I thought she wanted us to cum in her?”

I just shrugged back at him not sure how to reply to that, before I reached down off the bed, opened his little white mini fridge, and pulled out two cans of frosty cold beer, offered him one, and together, we drank the breakfast of champions!

Part 3 coming soon!

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Pete and Traci had hosted one very wild sex party and had the video to prove it. Pete had become obsessed with the Traci fuck vids. He couldn’t get over how transcendent she was on the screen. You couldn’t look away.

So he suggested a subscription website in her name and stocked with her encounters.

“It would be so fucking hot, and we could get Aaron to maybe help with the filming. And you know guys would line up to do you and you know you’d love every second of it. You’d be a star!”

“Okay, Pete. When did you stop being my husband and become my producer?”

“Since I watched those videos.”

“Look, we joined the club to enhance our sex lives not make me a porn star. No, the videos stay in house and we enjoy ourselves like we have been.”

“How about this then? We sell the videos on the Slut Wife Club website to draw more members. I asked Casey about it and he loves the idea. He said the national group would go nuts once they saw you. You’d be like the poster girl for the club.”

“You never quite had me but you lost me completely at Casey. You of all people. Casey? Pete, I know you’re riding a high right now but you’re getting goofy. How about we go to the Saturday event, have fun and go home?”

“Okay, but I can see it now, your picture with a naughty look and, “Hi, I’m Traci. Become a member so we can hook up,” or this, “Hi, I’m Traci and I want you and that hot slut you’re keeping at home to cum join us.”

“You, Pete, are a nut job. I know you’re appealing to my exhibitionist side but there are limits to where I wanna go with this. And another thing, why do you want tons of guys jerking off to my videos?”

“Cause I have a hotwife and I love showing you off and I know you’d love showing off at your own dot com.”

“Guilty as charged but let’s put the video idea on hold for now.”

***

During the week Traci went grocery shopping and ran into Eric. This was something she had always feared because in the right environment it was a turn on but in the day to day there was no comfortable way to process that person who she had fucked multiple times. It was awkward and even talking to him felt strange.

The other complication was that she was hugely attracted to him and afraid to have an encounter outside of she and Pete. Even saying hello felt like a betrayal of sorts. The other side of the problem was that he felt the same way.

Now the overriding concern wasn’t that she would want to divorce Pete and steal Eric away from Monique. It was more immediate than that. Her fear was she would want to fuck him in the grocery store bathroom or a motel or wherever, outside the club because then it would be something different. Pete wouldn’t be a part of that and it would feel like cheating.

As they stood in the grocery aisle together there was a palpable nervousness on both sides. And how do you socially manage an intimacy of that intensity in a public space?

“Hey, Eric, has Monique got you out doing the heavy lifting?” she said, struggling to engage in small talk and including his wife in the conversation.

“Ya, I got sent on a mission because we have no food in the fridge. Is Pete with you?”

She didn’t want to answer a normally harmless question but kept her game face on. “No, I’m pretty much doing what you’re doing…avoiding another Donner’s Pass situation.”

He laughed at her joke but would have preferred to rip off her clothes and fuck her in front of the cereal boxes. “Well I should keep moving. Monique’s hungry. I’ll likely see you on another aisle anyway.”

“See you Saturday?” she asked, beginning to move away, deliberately pushing her cart the opposite direction from him.

“Ya, see you then,” he said. “Say hello to Pete.”

But the gods of fate kept playing with them and every turn seemed to bring them together again. Traci decided to make a break once and for all and headed to the parking lot to go to another store. What she didn’t realize was that he was thinking the same and as she went for her car door, so did he and, of course, they were parked next to one another.

At first they laughed at the cruel discomfort but that faded away as they stood face to face and he said, “Follow me.” Without hesitation he led her to a dark and empty part of the parking garage. There she got in his car and sucked his cock until he came in her mouth “Mmmmmfffff”and she hid the evidence and swallowed his cum.

Saying nothing she got back in her car and drove to another store.

***

All the way home Traci tried to minimize the transgression by telling herself it was only a blowjob, she hadn’t fucked him. She kept chipping away at the incident but she knew she’d broken the rules of the arrangement.

She just decided to never mention it again and, more importantly, don’t ever do it again. The irony of it all was that she could fuck 50 guys a night as long as Pete was with her.

She was a slut but a slut with rules.

***

Saturday night and Traci got to play dress up once again. She never got tired of tandoğan escort transforming herself into a sex popsicle. Even if the clothes would quickly end up on the floor she loved making them drool.

Her calling card was her long, shapely legs, the gateway to her constantly humming pussy. Slit skirts, lace knee length stockings and stilettos were the usual adornments. All she wanted to say was ‘fuck me’.

What made her so volatile was her hair trigger orgasm mechanism. The slightest thought got her wet and the least provocation got her off.

Pete dressed in the uniform, as he called it. For some reason the men were confined to a suit and tie but no leisure wear to keep the debauchery classy.

“Do I need to tell you how beautiful you look?” he asked.

“Only if you want to get laid later,” she said playfully.

“Seriously, Traci, how did I end up with the most perfect woman in the world?”

“Oh, Pete, stop. I’m far from perfect.”

When she said that she was apologizing for something he wasn’t even aware of. She had to admit to herself that it wasn’t love that drew her to blow Eric but the impossible task of keeping her lust in check. If it had two legs and a cock, she wanted it.

Before Slut Wife Club the opportunity wasn’t so easily there but now the availability and the gravitational pull were irresistible.

***

As always, Traci led the procession into the ballroom, resplendent in not much more than lingerie. The men stood at attention…”Traci!! Oh girl.” “Traci!! Gotta have you tonight!” Those now familiar greetings defined her ego for the evening.

Casey and another man approached her. “Traci, this is Robert and he’s head of the national organization that manages all the clubs across the country. We’d like a little meeting if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” she said, looking around and waiting for Pete to catch up. “Honey, Casey and Robert from the national want a meeting about something,” turning back to them, “and I assume my husband is part of this?”

“Certainly,” said Robert, “if he wants to be.”

Traci and Pete followed them out of the ballroom to one of the hotel rooms where they sat at a table. Robert handed them some club material, “This is what we distribute now, mostly email form like you’ve probably seen, but as you can see it’s flat and boring. Casey brought our attention to you, Traci. He sent us some pictures and we were blown away.”

“Where’d you get the pictures?!” said a surprised Traci.

“They were the ones your husband sent us when you joined,” said Casey.

“Right,” said Robert, “but let me show you a rough mock-up of what we could do.”

He handed her some of the ideas on poster board and while she studied them Robert studied her. “You’d become the poster girl for the club and if we’re guessing right it should increase membership greatly. Plus we’d ask you to occasionally fly to one of our sites and cause some excitement. Casey told me you’re a master at that.”

“If I did that I’d need my husband with me.”

“Of course, it’s called Slut Wife Club so we’d need a husband. Although, if Pete couldn’t make it a stand in might work since all the men will be looking at you anyway.”

“I don’t know about this…”

“Also, you no longer pay any club expenses and you get a stipend to shop wherever you’re visiting and all expenses paid. If we expand so does your bank account.”

“Pete?”

“Well, baby, I’m not sure either but what if we try it and have an opt out clause if it’s not working.”

“Okay, I’ll try it with the opt out. You’ll put that in the contract?”

“Sure,” said Robert, “but we retain the rights to all published material used before the opt out. Also, I hear there’s some video of Traci in action.”

Traci gave Pete a look. “We’re not using that,” she said definitively.

“Well if you change your mind I’d be willing to sweeten the pot. Now…just one more thing…hope you don’t mind but I’d like to sample the Queen of Sluts if that’s okay with you, Pete?”

“You wanna fuck my wife now?”

“Yes, and you can stay and watch if you like. This is just to consummate the deal. Hehe.”

“Traci?” asked Pete.

“He’s a good looking guy and if his cock looks as nice then the answer would be yes.”

Robert stood up next to her face, undid his belt and unzipped his fly. When he took down his underwear, his big cock fell on the side of her face.

“I think that’ll do,” she said with a sexy voice. She got hold of his shaft and took him in her mouth. She slurped and licked and gagged as his rod got even harder. With a flick of her agile tongue she removed the precum from the tip of his prick.

“Nice, Traci, very talented,” as she emerged for air. The next time he pulled her head, burying himself down her throat for what seemed like forever. When he let her up long thick strands of saliva hung between them.

Casey already had his dick in hand and Pete could feel his pushing to get out. It always felt tunalı escort like an alternate reality when he watched Traci go at it with another man. Like they had never met and married and she was some unknown beauty who aroused him.

Robert announced he’d be fucking her hard “and the boys are welcome to help me, so spread your legs, slut.” He lifted her on the table right in front of Pete, pulled off her panties and fucked her. Her head dropped off the other side of the table and Casey was right there to fill her mouth.

For some time Pete stood frozen over her as the table rattled, her eyes rolled back in her head and body spasmed and twisted. “Let’s see what this slut of yours has got. Help me DP her, Casey.

Robert lifted her again off the table on the end of his dick and held her up while Casey waited on the other side. “Fuck my ass, Casey, c’mon baby!” He lunged upwards and stuck her, pumping as they held her aloft between them.

“Oh ya, fuck me hard you pricks!”

“You’ve got a wild one, Pete, and she’s gorgeous on top of it.”

“How do you like me, Robert? You like poster girl pussy?”

“I love everything you’re selling, darlin'”

They kept up a torrid fuck, bouncing her on their dicks until Robert said, “Let’s put her on the table. I wanna cum on the poster girl.”

Casey pulled out, Robert laid her down, her face next to Pete. Casey and Robert stood on either side jerking. Pete had been jerking under the table and when Robert saw that he said, “Join us Pete!”

Traci nodded to him and the 3 men covered her face with cum.

Afterward when she was cleaning up, Robert told her, “You’re going to be the best representative I could imagine and when you fuck your way through the clubs across the country, we’ll have more men dragging their slut wives to events than we can handle.”

***

Pete and Traci reentered the ballroom and sat at the bar. A good cocktail was what was needed after all that.

“Pete, do you really want me to do this?”

“I thought I did. Well we haven’t signed anything yet so there’s time to back out.”

“I can see you were a little freaked out cumming on my face with them. Right?”

“Ya, a little. You can always read me can’t you?”

“I know you. Come here and let’s sit on the couch together, You need the talk.”

They found a vacant spot on the fringe of the ballroom and sat.

“Look, Pete, I love you so much it hurts. Now I know we’ve gotten into some pretty kinky shit. And you also know you, for better or worse, married a very kinky girl. I would fuck a fence post if it came on to me.

“So here’s what I want for you…and for me too…I want to make a pact that nothing can break the bond. You have seen and will see me do the most outrageous things possible. You have and will hear me say the most outrageous things to other men but please know that never changes how I feel about you. I know that sounds ridiculous after seeing what I’ve done but, in your heart of hearts, know that I never waver from your love.”

Ken came up to hit on her but she put him off. Pete noted that was something she was never inclined to do.

“I’m saying this to reaffirm our mutually chosen lifestyle. For all your enthusiasm lately I could sense some doubt creeping in again so keep in mind what I’m saying to you in a special place in your head and heart. Okay?”

“Yes. You’re talking me down off the ledge again aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, Petey. You get all gung-ho on this and you’re making me a porn princess and then your insecurity slips in when I get nasty like that DP with Robert and Casey. You’ve got a tricky head there, Pete.”

“I know. I’m a walking contradiction. Hehe.”

“So, Pete, what are we doing here tonight?”

“Getting fucked every which way possible and being as naughty as we wanna be.”

“Correct, my love!…Hey, that woman with Robert over there. Could that be his wife? Oh, they’re coming over here. Gotta be a boob job…”

“Hello again, you two,” said Robert, “I’d like you to meet my wife, Amber. This is Pete and Traci. Traci is the new poster girl for the club.”

“Well,” said a slightly snarky, Amber, “somebody has good taste. I’m assuming that Robert has fucked you already?”

“Yes, he has,” answered, Traci. “Quite nice actually.”

“Robert feels it’s his duty to fuck all the pussy in the room.”

“Casey and I had a little contract ceremony with the lovely Traci here. Even her husband joined the celebration.”

“So, Amber,” jumped in, Pete, “maybe I could buy you a drink and you could tell me about Robert. May I, Robert?”

“Sounds like a setup but sure.”

Walking off to the bar, they watched as Pete’s hand lay nicely on her swaying ass.

“Your husband is an interesting guy,” said Robert, “although I have no idea how he landed a piece of high art like you, Traci.”

“Believe me, it was mutual.”

“I’m staying an extra day while Amber goes home. How about letting me take you to lunch türbanlı escort and then fuck you the rest of the afternoon in my hotel room?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Robert. You can fuck me here in the club but you can’t date me.”

Then he got very close to her and put two fingers between her legs. “You’re a very dirty girl and I like dirty girls. I can feel dampness on my fingers so I know you want to.”

It took a Herculean effort to say no but she nervously got it out.

“You think about it and I’ll leave my card with you. I know you, Traci. You’re a naughty little slut who can’t say no.”

He was right. She wanted to meet with him but she was not going to break the rules like she did with Eric. Not even with the head of the club. The only work around would be Pete coming with them and Robert clearly didn’t want that.

He walked away to approach another woman and left her standing there. Traci wasn’t used to being walked away from but something told her he’d pulled that routine before so she let him go without a word.

It wouldn’t matter anyway as no less than 5 offers came in the next 5 minutes and she knew he noticed the stampede. He was still talking to the other woman and looking at Traci. She thought what a silly fuck he was.

***

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Pete was seducing Amber and getting the dirt on Robert. At the end of cocktail number 2 she admitted Robert liked to attach himself to member’s wives and fuck them “off the grid.”

“I’d watch your wife’s back with him. Now about you and I. I see you looking at my tits and wondering; real or boob job?”

“It doesn’t change my mind about you one bit but I was wondering…”

“They are real and they’re spectacular. You like a girl with big tits?”

“If they’re on you, then I’m all in.”

I want you to fuck me, Pete. I want you to fuck me like he fucked Traci.”

“They double penetrated her. You want me to get another guy and do you like that?”

“I don’t care. Yes, fuck me like that.”

Pete leaned over the bar and whispered in Brandon’s ear and ushered Amber behind the bar façade where Traci had been gangbanged. Pete kissed her and together he and Brandon, coming up from behind her, took down her panties and worked her over until her juices started to flow and Pete lifted her on to his dick….

***

At the end of a busy night Pete went looking for Traci and found her at the end of the bar taking it doggy from a new member, George, who felt compelled to introduce himself in the middle of the act.

Seeing Pete watching them, George said, “This your girl?”

“Yes,” said Pete, patiently waiting for them to finish.

“You lucky dog! She has the tightest…oh, I’m sorry, I’m George,” and stuck out his hand over Traci’s back.

“I’m Pete,” and they shook hands. “Thanks for admiring my wife. I’m sure she’s enjoying it.”

“No, thank you for sharing her,” and he pounded her rapidly 7 or 8 times causing her to moan. “What a perfect pussy, ahhhhhhhhh.”

Suddenly, another woman was standing next to Pete, watching them. “I’m his wife.” Pete nodded and smiled.

George laid a big slap across her right buttock. Traci yelped and began to climax. “Uhnnnnnnn…”

“Your wife is very pretty. I’m not surprised George went after her.”

“She does tend to draw a lot of attention.”

In an odd move, similar to George’s introduction, Pete put his arm around her as they kept watching. “You know you’re very nice on the eyes yourself. I’m Pete.”

“I’m Andie, really Andrea, but friends call me Andie.”

“I came to get Traci and go home but watching this is getting me hot again.”

“Me too…”

George slapped Traci’s ass again and Pete kissed Andie while she searched the front of his pants.

Pete hiked up her dress, finding no panties, turned her towards the bar next to Traci and addressing his new found fuck pal, “George, may I borrow your wife?”

“Certainly, Pete, she likes it hard.”

It was all a little surreal.

This titillating tableau drew a small but ardent gathering, most people having gone home.

After several minutes George grabbed Traci’s neck with both hands and pounded her the hardest yet, making both of them cum together. George left his calling card on her buttocks.

Andie, watching her husband do Traci and getting ram-rodded herself was the next to orgasm and then Pete pulled her hair, cranked it up and laid a white trail in the curve of her lower back.

The remaining voyeurs applauded. “Thanks for the show, goodnight!”

***

On the way home Pete pointed out that Eric and Monique didn’t show up. Traci had a good theory as to why but said nothing.

“So, when we started this who would have guessed that I’d be going home with the club poster girl?”

“Think about it, Pete. Think of all the men and women who’re going to see my sexy picture in those ads. Robert said he’d be back for the photo shoot.”

“I figured as much.”

“What did Amber say about him?”

“She said to watch your back. I don’t know exactly what you’re supposed to be watching for but she alluded to him being somewhat of a snake.”

“I sort of figured that out on my own. He tried to get me to see him at his hotel room on Monday and didn’t seem real happy when I said no. I think he likes to own his sluts.”

“When is the photo shoot?”

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If you saw Ajay and Ria in a supermarket, you probably wouldn’t give them a second look. They looked like any of the young couples you’d see in a city, late 20s or early 30s, married or possibly living in.

You’d spot them getting bread and eggs, or a big jar of nutella on a weekend morning and then go about your day. You wouldn’t notice their clothes either, faded sweatpants and tshirts, or Ria in shorts. A conventionally attractive, “decent” couple. The kind landlords thought would probably not party much. And they were right too. They were ordinary and decent, Ajay with his tech job, and Ria with hers in a PR agency. They were batchmates in engineering college and had started dating when Ria had come to seek advice from Ajay before switching her field. A few months later, after a drunken date, Ajay had taken Ria’s virginity in a hotel room. Not like Ajay had been particularly popular with women, but his ex-girlfriend had ensured he wasn’t a virgin. Ajay wasn’t particularly skilled, but years of viewing porn in seedy cafes, on cheap dvds and on mobile screens had given him fodder for imagination.

If you saw Ajay wandering around in your neighbourhood grocery store on Sunday morning, you probably wouldn’t have expected him to have wild fantasies and a penchant for experimentation in bed. His ex-girlfriend had shut him down, and Ria was still understanding her own sexuality when they started, but as time went by he found Ria to be a willing and able partner. So you probably wouldn’t believe it if you were told that the jar of Nutella you saw Ajay purchasing was to spread over Ria’s small, sensitive nipples and her small pert butt. And if you saw Ria at the checkout, checking out the Nutella with packs of coffee and other snacks, you wouldn’t consider the possibility of her returning the favour by dipping his cock into the jar of the spread and letting it drip slowly over her lips.

Or even that they would spend their Saturday nights viewing porn together, as a couple would go to watch a film. Ajay would make the choice, and Ria would tell him if she was fascinated and thought it was worth trying out. She was still on the fence about blowjobs, and the examples of women choking and gagging had made her apprehensive about deep throating. Not that Ajay’s cock was particularly massive. She also wasn’t too keen on anal, and one evening after they had both returned from the gym, Ajay had rubbed some lubricant on his finger, and had tried to probe her asshole, while he had gripped her long tight braid, but her asshole hadnt given way even to his finger. Ajay had stuck to using his tongue on it.

It wasn’t like Ria didn’t enjoy the kinks or the porn. She’d often find herself fantasising about muscular men massaging her and then penetrating her tight little cunt with large hard dicks. She enjoyed the sexcapades with Ajay, but he wasn’t like any of the men she saw in the pornos. He shaved and trimmed but he wasn’t hairless. Neither was he muscular. And even after buying him expensive underwear for designers, he’d look the same. But she’d dismiss these thoughts, it’s not like she looked like a pornstar in lingerie either, and Ajay was a good partner in all other aspects. Ajay’s newest obsession was taking pictures. Filming them in the act, taking explicit pictures of himself with props and sending them to her in the middle of the day, taking pictures of her in her lingerie- he had even bought a tripod and lights.

Ria wasn’t entirely comfortable with posing, but she enjoyed the attention and the reaction she got from Ajay. He would egg her on, showering her with compliments, using superlatives for her body, while practically drooling at the mouth, visibly erect. He was clay in her hands after. His cock would drip with precum, and he’d go down on her till she orgasmed. When Ajay had to attend a weekend conference, Ria had, on a whim, decided to send him pictures of her freshly shaved pussy. Ajay, who was in the middle of a workshop when he received the picture, excused rus escort himself to go to the washroom, and jerk himself off. Ajay’s next business trip -with multiple conferences- was scheduled to be a month long. He wasn’t too keen on spending time away from Ria, but he was also excited about Ria might try this time.

Ajay’s conference was largely uneventful. He’d put on a suit and a printed identity card with a lanyard around his neck, and spend his time eating meals and using jargon. He’d send visiting cards and polite text messages introducing himself. At one lunch with seniors in his industry, he received an email from Ria. Ria never sent him emails. There was an attachment, which he opened.

When he opened the file received, he was horrified, it was a picture of Ria with a cock in her mouth. Ajay should have been furious, but he felt his blood flowing downwards instead. He thought of the cock in Ria’s mouth, and of being able to watch her get fucked, watching a long, fat cock entering her pussy. His reverie was broken by a text message from Ria. It was a picture of a realistic dildo, with an accompanying message- “Meet my friend from earlier. I’m not cheating. Yet.” with a winking emoji.

Ajay responded with a harmless “Oh thank god, can’t wait to be back home” before telling her about the long day he was going to have and how he needed to sleep. That night, Ajay filled up the tub in his room, and stroked himself. His mind was swimming with images of Ria and the large dick. He first thought about Ria playing with it, fresh out of a shower, in her towel, then a man attached to it, grabbing her thighs, holding her knees and positioning himself to enter her, and the lips of her pussy parting when the large pink head and the dark shaft entered her. He spurted into the lukewarm water, cleaned himself up and went to sleep, blissfully unaware that Ria was using the toy, fantasising about the exact same thing.

When he finally got back from the trip, he practically broke down the door. It was after dinner, and Ria was unprepared, her pussy untrimmed, and she was lounging her oversized cotton tshirt, which she wore to bed. She had just oiled her hair, which didn’t smell great. Ajay didn’t care. He had carried her to bedroom and licked and kissed and sucked on whatever part of her he could find, barely getting his pants and shoes off. She had taken him in his mouth, gripping his cock firmly, and running her tongue all the way to his asshole, even managing to push a finger in. He was going to burst, but managed to hold on till he got inside her pussy. He had cum inside her at the time, collapsing on her after. They had stayed like that, asleep till the next morning. He didn’t shower, freshen up or eat till he woke up. He made plans to take her on a date -this meant drinks and dinner- that same weekend.

The weekend arrived and Ajay was excited. He had groomed himself, bought new underwear that he thought Ria might find sexy, and even gotten himself a manicure and pedicure. Ria wasn’t going to be caught off-guard twice. She trimmed the hair on her pussy in a perfect triangle, washed and conditioned her hair, and looked up ways to do her makeup that she knew Ajay would find irresistible. She knew her dark top with it’s plunging neckline and her figure hugging slacks would get Ajay excited and probably turn a few heads. It would also go well with Ajay’s usual date night outfit – a dark shirt and contrasting beige trousers. Ajay had reserved a table at an expensive Italian restaurant. After the appetizers were done, and they had finished a bottle of wine between themselves, did they realize that something was amiss. It dawned on Ria.

“This place is too quiet,” she said.

“We always do dinners like this. Let’s go somewhere more happening, somewhere loud and crowded!”

Ajay agreed, “I thought the same too, let’s hit up the row of bars, a couple of streets down!”

They cleared the bill and decided to walk to the closest bar – a loud place with a dance floor that would be full of people at this time. They couldn’t keep their hands to each other while sıhhiye escort they walked. Ajay was feeling her butt. Ria reaching up and nibbling on his earlobes. They took a while to cover the 5 minute distance, stopping on the way to kiss and tease each other.

When they entered the place, they felt the bass reverberate in the floor. The place was dark, the lights were flickering, and both of them could barely see each other. He held her hand and led her to the dance floor as the DJ played mixes of popular bollywood tracks. Two songs later, they did their first round of tequila shots, biting on the lemons and tasting the salt and falling over each other. 2 rounds more and they were hammered, kissing each other on the dance floor, holding each other tight.

Ria noticed two men in suits sitting at a table at some distance from the dance floor. They looked like foreigners, one with south american features and the other with african features. Ria’s mind was flooded with images of the porn she’d watched over the last month. She wanted her toy. She led Ajay to their table with a vague idea in her head and with a confused Ajay. They introduced themselves and made conversation. Ria sat next to the man with South American features. They were both from the States, here on a business trip. They were flying back that Monday. José, the one with the south american features, was in a grey suit. Scott, who was african, was in a navy blue suit. They were both large men, with neat stubbles and they smelt of expensive cologne. Ria looked at both, wide eyed, flirty and extremely sociable.

Ajay hoped they were not agitating the men or invading their space. What Ajay didn’t notice was Ria’s hand was on José’s thigh, moving inwards, and her high heeled foot was grazing Scott’s feet, shins and knees. What Ajay did notice was when José put his arm around Ria, and his nose above her ears, smelling her hair, when Ajay was going to protest, Ria winked at him, telling him it was all in good fun. Ajay was feeling territorial, but Ria seemed to be enjoying herself. He was also hard as a rock. When Chris kissed her hand, slowly, licking the fingers, the vague idea that had formed in Ria’s mind took root in Ajay’s head too. He told Ria to take the party home, and invited both of them back to their place.

Ria was having the time of her life, teasing all three men, as they made their way back in the car. She even grinded on José in the elevator, which made Ajay awkward and Chris laugh. As they opened the door, Ria took both their guests by the hand and led them to the sofa, where she sat between them, and asked them to take off their jackets, because “it was so hot”.

Ajay was dispatched to procure cocktails for all of them. He also slyly brought out the extra lights he used for his “photoshoots”. He could hear Ria’s voice getting higher and her breathing becoming heavy. Ria could feel the breath of the two men on her neck, who had squeezed tight on either side, and were now kissing her ears and playing with her hair. As Ajay came out, he saw her tugging at her top. He knew what was going to happen, a part of him wanted this to happen. He served the cocktails and helped Ria take her top off, revealing a bright purple brassiere underneath. She placed her feet on his stomach, and pushed him away, directing him to sit on the chair opposite.

A tent had formed in Ajay’s trousers, and his mouth felt dry. He sat on the comfortable chair, unbuckling his belt, letting his erection out, watching the two men with Ria, his Ria. He slowly stroked his cock with one hand, turning on the lights with the other, pointing his phone at them and taking pictures of them. His first picture was with the men feeling up Ria’s breasts. Their large hands were on each breast, and Ria’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, her sensitive nipples tingling at their touch. They took off her pants after that, and Ria stripped them to their underwear too. They were both muscular, and their dark underwear fit snugly on their butt, the grooves of their thighs becoming deeper every time they moved. Scott held Ria’s neck, his sincan escort tongue running over her neck and face, and he began kissing her, his lips noisily covering hers. José’s hands started feeling her stomach, and he reached into her panties, slowly feeling her wetness. Ria started moaning.

The second picture Ajay took, was with Scott crouched over Ria, the front of his underwear pulled down and his cock looking huge in her tiny hands. In the same picture José’s head was below Ria’s stomach, his saliva on Ria’s pubis. Ria was moaning, loudly. Just then pushed both the men away. She took off her bra, and threw it at Ajay, who sniffed the mix of her cologne, sweat and the hands of the two strangers who were now seducing his partner. She also took off her panties and threw them at Ajay. This time Ajay breathed in the smell from the thin fabric. It was damp, and had the heady fragrance of Ria’s juices. He wrapped the damp panty around his cock, and tugged at the tip of his cock.

Ria stood naked in the centre of their room. She twirled for the audience of the three men. Then she put her hair up with a small plastic clip and turned toward their two guests. She brought out José’s dick this time. It was long, and veiny, and the green lines on his cock shone in Ajay’s lighting.

Ajay’s third picture was Ria bent over José, his hands in Ria’s hair and Scott’s hand groping her butt. Ajay could see Ria’s head move up and down on José’s long cock, and he wished he could join in. But he watched transfixed. When Ria came up, Scott was standing next to her. His cock rested on her face, and she rubbed her face on it. She turned towards Ajay, with an annoyed look on her face. She charged at him, grabbing the phone from him and keeping it in one corner of the room. José and Scott both laughed. She grabbed Ajay by his thick hair, and dragged him to the sofa. Then she shoved Ajay’s mouth onto Scott’s cock. Ajay, unused to this, choked and gagged, but Ria kept pushing it in. Then, as if to prove a point, Ria gobbled Scott’s cock as Ajay watched. Scott put a friendly arm around Ajay.

“Wanna see a magic trick?”, he asked.

Before Ajay could answer, he shoved his cock back into Ria’s mouth.

“See, made my cock disappear!” and he looked pleased with himself, as Ria grunted and opened her mouth wide to fit it in.

She stroked José and brought her butt up to him so José could enter her pussy from behind. She pushed Ajay’s head toward her crotch, where he licked her clit, as José entered in and out of Ria.

Finally, she pulled him back up, and Scott guided him to the chair, announcing, “It’s our turn tonight big man!”, then he laughed again.

Ajay sat back in his chair. The cocktails were untouched, he sipped them slowly, getting drowsy and disoriented. The last thing he remembered seeing was José lying back on the sofa, and Ria moving up to sit on his, while Scott played with her hair and breasts. Ria didn’t notice Ajay passing out. As she rode José, she realised Scott was probing her asshole with his fingers. He had spit on it, but it wouldn’t give way. He made his way to their bathroom, returning with the bright blue bottle of coconut oil. He squeezed it and emptied the contents on his cock, which shined in the light, and rubbed the rest on Ria’s ass. As he shoved his cock in, Ria shrieked loudly. The sound woke up Ajay, who realised he wasn’t dreaming and Ria, his Ria was being penetrated by two hulking men. He watched Scott’s cock slip out of Ria’s asshole, and Ria moaned when he put it back in. They were moving in a rhythm both thrusting in and out of the petite Ria. Ajay watched as their muscles tensed every time they entered her. Scott was shoving his large cock in her asshole, where he had struggled to get a finger in even with lube.

Ria had thrown her head back and Ajay saw her quiver when she finished. José announced he was coming. Ria quickly got up and bent over José, eager to get it all in her mouth. Scott began furiously stroking himself. Ajay felt like he was about to burst too. José came first, squirting Ria’s face in a thick single shot, which covered her face. Ajay went next, with multiple spurts that got into Ria’s hair. Scott came last, in one big spurt that went into Ria’s mouth and dripped all over chin, neck and breasts.

The two men dressed up and left soon after, looking pleased with each other.

Later when Ajay was washing the cum out of Ria’s hair in the shower, he asked her, “Am I bisexual now?”

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In this chapter, the trip to San Francisco concludes, and Laura misbehaves when Brick gets back. Brick adds another married woman to his conquests, also not a cuckold relationship. This chapter contains, oral, anal, group, public, lesbian, and interracial sex. It includes a spit roasting and a spanking. There is no COVID in this fantasy. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. He always makes it slightly better.

How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 5

San Francisco, Part 2

That night, I fucked all three of them at the hotel, Becca first as I didn’t have to use a condom, and I wanted to feel wet, slick flesh against my cock, then Diana, since I’d fucked Roxanne in the limo. Since it was ten when we got back, I gave them each a half hour. Roxanne was licking both of their pussies as I fucked them, surrendering completely to her sexuality.

I fucked Roxanne for an hour, by herself, so the other two could play together. It was intense. I used every trick in my not inconsequential repertoire to drive her crazy with lust; to fuck her senseless, in other words. By the time I was finished, so was she, exhausted and ready to sleep, her pussy gaping from the pounding she’d taken.

“Just once, I’d like to be fucked like that,” Diana said. She and Becca were snuggled up against me, letting Roxanne sleep, a satisfied smile on her face.

“When do you have to leave?” I asked.

“Three tomorrow afternoon, I have a flight back to Seattle.”

“Do you live there?” Becca asked.

“No, I live in San Diego, but my next flight is from Seattle back to San Francisco on Sunday. I’m essentially getting back on the schedule I interrupted with my impromptu vacation. My flight on Monday will be back to San Diego.”

“If you’re going to be coming back to San Francisco on Sunday, you could stay with us again Sunday night,” Becca said. “We’re not leaving until Monday.”

“As much as I’d like to, I almost feel as if I’ve cheated on my husband by taking three days with you. He knows I did and it was okay with him, but it was three days less vacation time that I’ll have to spend with him. I’m not going to make him worry I’m getting hung up on some other guy or couple, by spending another night with you. It was fun while it lasted. I’m going to text him tomorrow and tell him what a slut I was by fucking D’Jon in the limo with everyone watching. That might actually make him feel a little better, because it wasn’t you two. Too much sex with any one person, and you start to feel like an emotional attachment may be forming. It’s all supposed to be fun and games, you know.”

“I’ll fuck you like that before you leave. We can do it first thing tomorrow morning. The other two can entertain themselves. Then we need to leave to sign all of our paperwork, which I imagine will take about 45-60 minutes, after which I’ll feed you. I have the rest of the day to play with them.”

“Sounds wonderful. I’ll take you up on that offer. I’d like to thank both of you. It’s been an eye opening and fun filled experience. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. I’ll have a lot of fond memories of this trip.”

“So will we,” I said. “I have to say, I didn’t expect you to be in our room when we got back Thursday night. That was a shocker, but a very pleasant one.”

“I don’t regret it, I just don’t think I should repeat it.” She kissed us both. “Good night.”

Becca turned out the light. I lay back on my arm, staring up at the ceiling. Diana was the second woman I’d fucked, I knew for sure was married. She wouldn’t be the last. Ethical Non-Monogamy. Could I find a woman who was otherwise compatible to me, who’d agree to an ENM marriage? Let me continue my womanizing ways, and not be upset or hurt by it. It was a big ask for most people, I think. Maybe more so for women. They were the nesters, the ones who appreciated stability in their lives on the whole. The way I’d practice ENM would not be much like a marriage at all, different women every day. Let’s face it, I was bad news for most women.

******

The rest of our trip went well. I gave Diana the good fucking she craved the next morning after our breakfast. Three of us showered and dressed for our contract signing. Phillip sent us our finished product at nine and Becca was going over it for any mistakes or errors in comparison to her notes. Roxanne went to her room at ten, (she’d really gotten one) to dress for the meeting and went down at eleven to go over their copies of the contract. Becca and I showed up at 11:30.

“Ms. Martinez,” I said, “how did you enjoy your dinner at Quince? I really didn’t have an opportunity to discuss it after the meal, since so much was going on.”

“It was everything I expected and more, Mr. Harmon. Thank you for taking me.”

“Am I forgiven now?”

“I’m definitely thinking about it.”

“Rebecca told me she’s not really into the Forty-niners. Would you care to accompany mamak escort me to the game?”

“If you can manage to behave yourself again.”

“It will be difficult, Ms. Martinez. You’re an exceptionally attractive woman, but it is a football game, so I suppose I’ll manage. Will you still be at the hotel?”

“Yes, I was planning to go to the spa this afternoon.”

“Have a pleasant afternoon. I’ll talk to you later to confirm times. Let’s get down to business. Here’s what we have, check it over to see if you agree.”

I took possession of their document and Becca and I read it over and compared it to ours.

“It looks the same, Mr. Harmon, except for some insignificant word differences. I think you’ve got a new company,” Becca said.

“I believe the same.” I signed the document and they signed it as well. We had a copy machine in the meeting room and made copies.

“Here is a certified bank draft for the down payment. Ms. Martinez, will you please see these are sent to the appropriate agencies. I’ll be back in six weeks to meet with the current management. Obviously, there will have to be some changes. The company is underperforming. I’d like everyone to bring suggestions to the meeting for how to turn it around. I’ll send you a memo with the date and time I intend to be here. Anyone who doesn’t proffer suggestions for changes will be allowed to resign. Would you like to remain as lead counsel for the company, Ms. Martinez?”

“For now.”

“Since you reside here, that would be preferable to bringing someone else in from the outside. Any input you might have as to changes to be made would be welcomed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harmon.”

“It’s been a pleasure, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll see some of you in six weeks.”

I called Diana and told her to meet us at the Grill. Roxanne ate with her side, and it appeared some of them were nervous about the changes I might bring about. Most of them might survive. The company’s main problem was lack of imagination, poor marketing and lack of direction or focus. They were inefficient in many ways. It could be streamlined, and some deadwood would have to go. The question was where the problems were occurring. I wanted to turn this company around in roughly a year, then sell it again. I didn’t want to manage it, but I could bring in managers I trusted, including those from some of my previous efforts.

Roxanne’s idea of the spa, was a good one. Rather than going to the hotel spa, I thought we could get a mobile masseur or masseuse to provide massages in our room. That way, if we got into any hanky-panky, there was no risk. Let’s face it, hanky-panky was my middle name.

I found a mobile massage company while we were waiting for Diana to come down and ordered massages for one man and three women beginning at 1:30, so Diana could get one before she left. They didn’t specify if it would be a man or woman, as it depended on when other jobs ended and who was closest.

I did send a text to Laura. If you haven’t had your anal plug in for a few days, you need to put it in the next couple nights. I intend to fuck your ass Monday night.

She responded, Even if Phillip has been fucking my ass every day?

He’s not big enough to get you properly stretched. Do as you’re told. I’m trying to protect you.

Your wish is my command, sir.

For some reason, that seemed sarcastic to me, even without any voice inflection. Perhaps it was time to bring some bondage into the picture, perhaps a little spanking? She could have said something as simple as okay, or I’ll do it, but no, she had to get snippy. My dick hardened thinking of what I might do to the lovely Laura.

“Diana,” I said after she joined us, “I’ve scheduled someone to come into our rooms and give us massages with yours starting at 1:30, so you can get one before you leave.”

“Lovely. Do I need to suck any cocks or lick any cunts?”

“I don’t think so. Do you want to?”

“When my husband gives me a massage, as infrequently as that is, he usually fucks me afterward.”

“If the masseuse or masseur doesn’t fuck you, I will,” I laughed. “Do you want me to fuck you as they watch?”

“Fuck, I don’t know what it is about you, but the second you said that, I could feel my pussy gush.”

“Do you want Becca to take a video of you getting fucked to send to your husband?”

“Don’t you dare. We may have an unusual sex life, but he is not a cuckold. He doesn’t need to see me fucking some big dicked barbarian like you.”

“Did you tell him about D’Jon?”

“I did.”

“What did he say?”

She opened her phone and handed it to me with the message app opened.

Honey, on the way back from the restaurant where we ate last night, I fucked the limo driver in the back after he’d fucked the other woman I’ve been having sex with. He wore a condom, so no worries there.

That sounds a little wild.

It ofise gelen escort was, no question.

Are you okay?

I’m good. Are you okay?

Yeah. I had sex with one of the other flight attendants on my flight, Barb, I think you met her before. Nothing as wild as what you’re doing.

I know. It has gotten somewhat crazy, but having a good time and looking forward to the next time we’re together. Maybe we could try a threesome with Barb some day.

You sure?

I shouldn’t be the only one doing crazy, honey. You deserve a little crazy too. My cunt licking skills have seriously improved.

How about your cock sucking skills?

Sorry, he’s too big to get in my mouth, so not much sucking has occurred.

Whoa.

It’s fun, no question, but I’m sharing him with two other women, so no biggie, right?

Two?

An attorney they’ve been working with. She joined us Thursday and Friday.

Almost sounds like an orgy.

Almost. No gang bangs though – Ha ha. I’m heading back to Seattle this afternoon. Should be home on Monday.

You’ll miss me. I’m leaving on Sunday.

I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you when I can. Love U.

Love U 2.

I handed back the phone. “He didn’t say he was worried, but he seems a little worried,” Diana said. “I’m not usually this wild. Just a little overnighter to grease the wheels once in awhile. I think I’ve gone as far up the Slut ladder as I’m willing to go. He may already think I left the reservation, so no fucking movies.”

“I would never do that without your permission. Do you want me to fuck you in front of whoever the massager is? I won’t do that without your permission either.”

“God help me, but I would like you to fuck me in front of them. How sick have I become?”

“Not sick, exploring your sexuality.”

“Except my sexuality at the moment includes group sex and exhibitionism. I may need to see a shrink.”

We had another good meal, though I was feeling the effects of good food and not enough exercise. The sex was giving me plenty of cardio, but I usually did weight work as well. I’d need to hit the gym either tonight or tomorrow morning.

******

The masseuse who showed up for our massages was an Amazon, taller than I was. She looked strong, not quite a body builder, but with defined muscles and tone. She reminded me of the actress, Gwendoline Christie from Game of Thrones. Her name was Klara. I detected a slight accent, more by inflection, than pronunciation, perhaps German although her English was impeccable. She had a portable massage table in one hand, and a bag with her other supplies in her left. She was wearing white slacks with a white polo shirt with her company emblem stitched on it. She was well put together, curves in all the right places, just tall and sturdy looking. Based on height alone, I’d guess 170 pounds, but they weren’t bad pounds, just tall pounds.

“Where would you like me to set up?”

“Over by the window, please,” I said. “I’ll be paying for everyone.”

“Of course, Mr. Harmon.

She headed to the open space by the window and opened the table, then put a clean sheet over it with a face pillow.

“Who will be the first?”

“That would be Diana, the lovely brunette in the bathrobe,” I said.

“I like to use scented oils for the massage. Is there a particular scent you would be partial to, Diana? I have got floral, musk, sandalwood, vanilla, or citrus, or I do have an unscented if that is what you would prefer.”

“Musk sounds nice,” Dianna replied.

“Would you like a towel to cover you?”

“We’re all friends here,” Diana said, “unless you prefer it, I can do without.”

“No, that is fine. I like to set a mood with music. Does anyone object?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. The others nodded in agreement.

Klara pulled out a small speaker set up to plug into her phone. She put on what I would call New Age, soft, instrumental, relaxing. She patted the table.

“Lie here and I will get started.”

Diana shed her robe and got on the table on her stomach. Adding some massage oil in Diana’s preferred scent, Klara started with Diana’s neck, then her shoulders and arms, then her back. Diana seemed to be enjoying the massage, grunting or groaning at various points when Klara exerted a lot of pressure in specific areas. She did not ignore Diana’s buttocks, kneading them before going down the legs, even rubbing the feet.

“Would you like me to get the front side now, Miss.”

“That sounds lovely,” Diana said.

Diana turned over, her legs slightly parted, and I felt myself become aroused. She looked magnificent lying there as this female warrior rubbed her. Klara did everything but pinch her nipples and penetrate her. It was erotic and stimulating, both to me and Diana. I could see the moisture glistening on her sex. I’d have no trouble fucking her when the massage otele gelen escort was over.

I could see Diana was loose and relaxed when Klara is finished, and I smelled her arousal. She probably wanted to be fucked as much as I wanted to fuck her. Best to check on it though. I go to her as she lay there, right after Klara finishes, given those last few seconds of complete relaxation, not to have to exert yourself.

“Diana, how are you doing?”

“Wonderful.”

“Do you still want to have sex?”

“Yes, please. I want to feel you fill me one last time.”

“You got it, Diana.”

I picked Diana up and carried her to the bed. Her arms were around my neck and her head rested against my shoulder. I laid her on the bed. I took off my own bathrobe, my cock hard and demanding. I’m vaguely aware of Roxanne getting on the table next, forgoing a towel, but I’ve parted Diana’s legs and put a condom over my erection. I aimed for her core and find it, and plunged in, her cunt wet enough to present no resistance to my lunge. She moaned in climax, responding, arched her hips into mine, collaborating on her fucking, soft gasps of pleasure accompany each thrust.

At some point, I roll her over until she’s riding me, eagerly moving up and down my shaft, now coated in her juices, leaning forward, resting her arms on my chest as I played with her breasts. I knew she was leaving in less than an hour and still needed to shower and dress, so I don’t fuck her too long, perhaps thirty minutes. Long enough for her to cum several times, to ensure she’ll feel the pleasant soreness in her pussy on the plane ride back to Seattle. Something to remember me by, even if she’d rather forget.

When I finished, I helped her off the bed, not bothering to cover myself, and led her to the shower, where she began her preparations to leave.

******

Packed and ready, she said, “There’s a taxi waiting outside. I want to thank all of you for the wonderful time. I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed myself more. Goodbye.”

We respond in kind and I give her a hundred. “For the taxi, and something good to eat before you get on the plane. You know the airline food is for shit.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Thanks, Brick. Be a good boy.”

“I’m afraid that’s beyond my capabilities.”

She blows the two ladies a kiss and is gone. She doesn’t look back.

Roxanne’s massage had ended while Diana showered. She’d put her robe back on and sitting in the chair by the bed. Becca was on the table, perhaps halfway through her massage. I sat on the bed beside Roxanne.

“Are you ever unhappy when someone walks out of your life like that?” Roxanne asked softly.

“A little, but if they didn’t leave, I wouldn’t meet the next person. Diana is in a relationship that works for her. Should I fuck that relationship up, when I have nothing better to offer her? That person may be just what I needed at that moment, but I’m not what anyone needs in all moments. I’m not a good risk. They’re better off having a good time with some pleasant memories, then live a life of regrets with me.”

“You sell yourself short.”

“I don’t think so. Would you want to be tied to someone always on the search for the next fuck? This is who I am and how I live. I don’t believe I’m capable of real change. I’m looking at Klara, and I want to have sex with her. I’ve essentially had three women for two days, one of them left, and I’m hoping Klara is the next one. When I leave here, I’m going back to Seattle, hoping to get another man’s wife pregnant, and I hope they have pleasant memories of our relationship, but neither one should want me in their life. Hopefully, with their help, I’ll find another, and another after that. I don’t see that changing, nor do I want to change. If I did, perhaps there’d be some hope for me. I’m good for fun and games, not anything more than that.”

“It seems sad.”

“What you’re really saying, is you made me sad, because I’ve been enjoying you.”

“Not just the last three days, but that existence. Do you enjoy human connection?”

“I enjoy a lot of human connections, several times a day. What could be more personal than that?”

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m glad you recognize my impossible nature. You’ll never be disappointed if you realize what I am. ‘That’s just Brick. Ignore him, he’s always like that’, is what you should say to anyone who asks.”

Roxanne smiled. “Someday you’ll realize all the things in life you are missing, while chasing the inconsequential things you are.”

“Everyone misses something in their life. No one gets it all.”

“Mr. Harmon,” Klara said, “I am finishing up with Rebecca now. Are you ready for your massage?”

“Please.”

I’d never put on a robe again after fucking Diana. My cock wasn’t erect, but I definitely had an interest in the woman who’d be rubbing me. I climbed on the table and Klara asked if there was a scent I preferred.

“Sandalwood sounds nice.”

She prepared the oils and started rubbing my neck and shoulders. “You are very fit,” Klara commented.

“I work out frequently. Not much in the last couple days, but generally. Not enough free time, lately.”

“You have had sex with all three of the women here?”

“I have, many times.”

“There is no jealousy among them.”

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*Author’s Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it’s my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story; if not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.

CUM

John looked up at Valerie’s face, watching as she moaned with her eyes closed and her mouth open as he once again plunged his tongue deep into her juicy pussy. Her legs were splayed wide apart and her smooth-shaven pussy lips spread wide as he ate her bald snatch. She had to have the sweetest pussy in the world, John thought as he continued to drink up the juices that flowed from her hole. And she could cum over and over again, as long as his tongue was buried in her pussy.

“Oh, John, that’s so nice,” Valerie moaned, reaching down and holding his face firmly against her pussy. “But fuck me now,” she said. “I need your cock inside of me right now.”

Smiling, John crawled up onto her body, lowering his tongue into her mouth as his cock slid easily into her juicy, open pussy.

“Oh, yes,” Valerie groaned as she felt all 10 inches of John’s cock sliding up into her. “God, I love your cock,” she said, sucking on his tongue and tasting herself. “Umm, yes, fuck me, John, fuck me,” she said, her feet planted wide apart on the bed, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as his cock began to sluice in and out of her sopping pussy.

John marveled at how wonderful Valerie’s pussy felt as his cock plunged in and out of her. In the ten years they had been married, the marvels of her body had never ceased to turn him on, and her absolute abandon in bed was always an inspiration. They matched rhythms, long slow strokes sliding deep inside of her as they fucked. John leaned down and sucked one of Valerie’s large hard nipples into his mouth, savoring the rubbery chewiness of it as he massaged and squeezed her 38D breasts in his hands. After a minute or so of suckling on one nipple, he moved to the other one to give equal time, Valerie moaning and groaning under him as his cock continued to plow her pussy.

Finally John felt his balls begin that familiar churning that told him he was about to cum. Pushing himself up onto his hands, his arms straight, he began to fuck her in earnest, slamming his cock in and out of her gaping pussy as he approached orgasm. Then as he felt himself begin to boil over, he slammed his cock one final time all the way into her pussy as Valerie wrapped her long legs around his back, pressing herself against him as he began shooting gobs of cum deep inside of her.

When Valerie felt John’s cock begin to pulse inside of her pussy, she knew that he was cumming and this sent her over the edge once more and she, too, began to cum, ecstasy flooding her until he collapsed on top of her, spent. They lay there for a minute or two, Valerie’s pussy clasping and releasing, clasping and releasing his cock, milking the last of his seed into her pussy. Then giving him a gentle push, Valerie rolled him off of her onto his back, crawling over his body to his cock which she sucked into her mouth, swallowing him entirely as she savored the combination of their cum.

As she did this, John lifted her leg up over his head so that her knees were each on one side of him, her freshly fucked pussy gaping open in front of his face. Her pussy lips were puffed and swollen from the pounding they had just received and her hole was gaping open, showing the cum that was just starting to dribble out. Lifting his face, John slid his tongue into her hole and began to slurp on her gooey pussy, drinking their combined cum and feeling Valerie shudder as another orgasm gripped her.

As John sucked on her pussy, he remembered the first time she had asked him to go down on her after he had cum inside of her. He hadn’t particularly liked the idea, but he was willing to do anything that made her happy and he had eaten her pussy, tasting his own cum for the first time in his life. He had been surprised that it wasn’t as disgusting as he had thought it would be and now he actually loved eating her pussy when it was full of cum. John’s cock was again hard, and clean, from Valerie’s oral ministrations. He had sucked all of the combined cum from her pussy as he could and was sucking on her clit as she came yet again. Pushing herself up off of him, Valerie turned around and kissed him, swirling her tongue with his as they tasted each other. Then sliding down his body, Valerie positioned herself over his cock, holding it in her hand and placing the head of it again at the entrance to her pussy.

“Mmmm, you have the greatest cock in the whole world,” she said, lowering herself again onto him.

“What about my tongue?” John asked with a laugh.

“God, your tongue,” kızılay escort Valerie said, beginning to ride him. “You eat me like there’s nothing else in the world to eat.”

“When I’m eating your pussy, there isn’t,” John replied.

“I love it when you suck your cum from my pussy,” Valerie said, sliding her hips back and forth as she fucked him.

“I’d suck anyone’s cum from your pussy if it was your pussy I was sucking,” John said, reaching up to pinch and twist her hardened nipples.

“Oh, John, you’re so wicked,” Valerie said, increasing her tempo. “Why would I want anyone else’s cock when I’ve got yours?”

“You mean you’ve never thought about it?” John asked, groaning as Valerie’s pussy worked its magic on his cock.

“Oh, of course I’ve thought about it,” Valerie answered, panting as she ground her pussy onto John’s cock. “I’m normal enough. But I’d never risk our relationship just to try a different cock. Yours is just fine with me.”

“Our relationship could never be at risk,” John groaned, trying to hold back as Valerie fucked him.

“You mean it wouldn’t bother you if I fucked other men?” Valerie asked with a laugh.

“Not if I was there,” John replied, arching his hips up as his cock exploded once more in the depths of Valerie’s pussy.

“Oh, god,” Valerie cried as John reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he came inside of her. “I’m cumming!” she cried, leaning back with her hands on the bed, her feet wide apart and planted on the bed, her pussy grinding his cock as they both came.

They both lay there shaking from the power of their orgasms, John’s cock still buried in Valerie’s pussy. Finally Valerie stirred, sliding off of John’s cock and crawling between his legs to suck him clean. When she had finished, she crawled up his body, planting her cum-filled pussy on his mouth.

“Well, if you’re so hot to have someone else fuck me,” she said, “suck my pussy clean and pretend it’s someone else’s cum in there instead of yours.”

Eagerly John stuck his tongue up into Valerie’s swampy pussy, sucking at the cum cocktail that flowed into his mouth. He chewed on her swollen pussy lips and sucked on her clit, plunging his fingers up into her until she came again, showering him with yet another orgasm. Finally she collapsed onto the bed next to him, wrapping herself around him and snuggling up close as they lay there in exhausted bliss.

“You are the greatest lover ever,” she said to John, kissing him. “And such a naughty mind!”

“Whatever makes you happy,” John said, loving the feel of her lushness next to him.

A couple of weeks later John’s brother Tom and his wife Dolores came to visit from their home across the country. Tom was similar in appearance to John, being tall and broad shouldered with a ready grin and a good disposition. Dolores was short and blonde with smallish breasts and slim hips. She had a great smile and was always the life of the party. Right away the bottle of rum came out and they began making tropical drinks, laughing and catching up on what had been happening in their respective lives.

After several drinks and yet before they had eaten dinner, Valerie felt her bladder full and laughingly excused herself to go to the toilet. John said he had to go, too, and followed her from the room. After watching Valerie sit on the toilet and pee, John pulled his semi-hard cock out and began to pee. Valerie reached out to hold him as he peed and John had a hard time finally getting it all out. When Valerie had shaken the droplets of pee from the tip, she leaned over and licked him, then sucked him into her mouth for a minute until he got hard, then stopped.

“Hey, what the hell!” John cried in dismay.

“We’d better get downstairs before they miss us,” Valerie giggled. “That’ll make sure you’re in the mood later.”

“You bet I’ll be in the mood,” John said, valiantly stuffing his cock back into his pants and following Valerie back to the living room.

When they got there, they both stopped in their tracks with their mouths hanging open. Tom was sitting on the sofa and Dolores was kneeling between his legs sucking a cock that looked to Valerie to be even bigger than John’s. Valerie was amazed as she watched Dolores go down on Tom’s cock until it entirely disappeared down her throat. She must have made a sound, because Tom’s eyes suddenly opened wide and he looked up from the couch to see the two of them standing there.

“Oh, gosh, I’m really sorry,” he said, trying to extricate his cock from Dolores’ mouth and stuff kolej escort it back in his pants. “Once she gets a few drinks in her, she’ll suck just about anything, anywhere,” he explained as Dolores blinked, licking her lips.

“Please, don’t let us stop you,” Valerie heard herself saying. “We’ll just leave you two alone for a while.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go,” Dolores said with a giggle. “I don’t mind if you watch. I just love to suck,” she said, reaching for Tom’s cock again. “Why don’t you suck John’s cock while I suck Tom’s, Valerie?” Dolores suggested. “We’ll see who can make them cum the fastest.”

Valerie stared in shock as Dolores again fished Tom’s cock into her hands and devoured it, swallowing it entirely into her throat. Tom groaned and sat back on the sofa, abandoning himself to Dolores’ blowjob. John eased up behind Valerie, pressing his hard cock into her from behind.

“Well, what do you say?” he whispered in her ear.

Valerie’s face turned bright crimson as she thought about John’s suggestion while watching Dolores suck on Tom. She felt herself getting very horny and wet and knew more than anything that she wanted John’s cock in her mouth. But she hadn’t done anything like this in ages when she and another girl had sucked off their boyfriends at the same time.

“Come on, let’s join them,” John again whispered in her ear. “It’ll be fun.”

He felt Valerie stiffen for a moment, then her whole body relaxed and he knew she had decided. Taking her by the hand, John moved over to the sofa where Dolores was sucking on his brother’s cock and sat down next to him, watching her smile as she licked the head of Tom’s cock and stared at him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his already hard cock out as Valerie dropped to her knees in front of him. He almost died as Valerie leaned forward and began to suck on his cock right in front of his brother and his wife.

John sat there in a state of total shock as he watched his wife sucking his cock on her knees right next to his sister-in-law who was sucking his brother’s cock. They couldn’t have appeared more different, with voluptuous Valerie and her shock of red hair next to her petite sister-in-law, blonde and more on the slim side.

Suddenly Dolores started giggling, then laughing and had to stop sucking on Tom’s cock.

“What?” Valerie asked, her lips glistening and her eyes bright as she twirled her tongue around the head of John’s cock.

“Let’s switch,” Dolores suggested. “I’ll finish sucking off John and you finish sucking off Tom.”

“You’re kidding!” Valerie exclaimed, staring at Dolores.

“Why not?” she said. “They’re both right here and I’ll bet they don’t mind one little bit, do you, Tom?”

“Not me,” Tom said with a grin. “I’d love to see Valerie’s lips wrapped around my cock.”

“How about you, John?” Dolores asked, reaching over and wrapping her hand around his cock with Valerie’s. “Would you like me to suck your cock?”

“Whatever Valerie’s comfortable with is fine with me,” he answered diplomatically.

“There!” Dolores said, smiling at Valerie. “What do you say?”

“Well, I guess…” she began.

“Let’s get on with it,” Dolores said, sliding from between Tom’s legs. “I’m dying for a mouthful of cum,” she said, grasping John’s cock firmly in her hand as she squeezed between his legs, almost pushing Valerie aside.

As Valerie stared, Dolores bent down and lowered her mouth over John’s cock and didn’t stop until her face was pressed up against his stomach, John’s cock buried in her throat. She looked at John’s face, saw his eyes closed and his mouth open and realized that she didn’t mind. She liked the look on his face. Then she turned and looked at Tom smiling at her, his huge cock sticking up in the air, his fist wrapped around the shaft. Sliding over between his legs, Valerie stared at his cock, not believing that she was about to suck her brother-in-law while his wife was sucking her husband.

She reached out and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand, letting her other hand wrap around him above his own, her thumb sliding across the slit and spreading the pre-cum that had formed there all over the head of his cock. Tom groaned when she did this and Valerie smiled to herself, realizing that this was going to be fun. Glancing once more over at John and seeing that Dolores was happily sucking him, she bent forward and licked the head of Tom’s cock, tasting him. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock in, gently sucking on it as her tongue swirled all around the head. She felt Tom’s cock jerk in maltepe escort response and she began to gently massage his balls in her hand, rolling them around. At the same time she began to slide down on his cock, taking more and more of it into her mouth, beginning to suck on him while she stroked him with her hand at the same time. Then she opened her throat and began to let his cock slide even deeper into her mouth. Tom was humping his hips up and down, fucking her mouth as she struggled to take him all the way into her throat.

Finally she was able to take his entire cock into her throat. She couldn’t believe how big it seemed and she had thought John’s 10 inches was big. Tom’s was definitely bigger. She began to let him slide in and out of her throat, really fucking her face as her tongue went wild on him. He was groaning and Valerie could feel his balls churning as she continued to massage them in her hand. She heard John groan and she looked over and realized that he was cumming in Dolores’ mouth. Dolores was working his shaft with her hand, sucking on the head of his cock as it filled her mouth with cum. Valerie could see some dribbling out of her mouth at the sides, running down her chin.

She returned her attention to Tom’s cock, determined now to make him cum. She didn’t have to wait long as he was watching his wife getting her face filled with his brother’s cum as she continued to suck his monster cock. Suddenly she felt the head of Toms’ cock grow impossibly bigger and then cum was shooting into her mouth, quickly filling it. She swallowed, tasting his cum and feeling herself get even wetter between the legs. She loved the taste of cum! Again her mouth filled and she swallowed, savoring the taste.

Slowly she sucked the last of Tom’s cum from his cock, not swallowing it this time. She licked him clean, making sure that all of the cum was gone. Then she looked up and smiled, cum coating her face, and saw Tom and John and Dolores all staring at her. Pushing to her feet, Valerie went over to John and sat astradle his legs, his cock still hard and sticking up under her skirt. Bending forward, Valerie kissed him, gently pressing her tongue against his lips to part them. As his lips parted and their tongues met in a dance, Valerie let all of the cum she had held in her mouth slide down her tongue into John’s mouth. She was surprised when she felt John sucking gently on her tongue, then she realized that he knew what she had done and that he had liked it.

As she continued to kiss John, Dolores was still kneeling between his legs, where she was able to see John’s cock sticking up under her skirt, rubbing against her bare pussy. Reaching out, Dolores grabbed John’s cock and began to rub the head of it between Valerie’s spread pussy lips, then positioned it at the entrance to her hole. Without even thinking, Valerie slid down onto John’s cock, feeling it fill her pussy as they continued to kiss. Automatically she began to slide her hips back and forth, her sopping pussy sliding up and down on John’s cock while at the same time she could feel Dolores’ fingers rubbing her pussy lips. She was so excited she couldn’t believe it. Then she felt Dolores’ hand leave her pussy as she continued to fuck John.

“That looks so good I’ve got to have some of it, too,” Dolores said, climbing onto Tom’s lap and impaling herself on his cock. Apparently she didn’t wear panties, either. Now the two of them were humping like crazy on their husband’s cocks side by side. The sounds of the two cocks sluicing in and out of the two sopping pussies filled the room, as well as the sighs and moans and groans of their pleasure.

“This is incredible,” John gasped as Valerie fucked him.

“Valerie,” Dolores gasped, “let’s switch again,” she suggested as she rode up and down on Tom’s cock.

As Valerie looked John in the face, he smiled at her and nodded his approval of Dolores’ suggestion. Kissing him passionately, she slid off of his cock and stood there for a moment smiling at him, seeing his glistening, hard cock sticking straight up in the air. When Dolores saw this, she, too, jumped off of Tom’s cock, a big smile on her face.

“But I want to see you fucking him,” John said, “so take your clothes off.”

Before Valerie could even react, Dolores pulled her shirt off over her head and dropped her skirt to the ground, to stand there naked in front of them, her small breasts with their super hard nipples sticking out. Smiling, Valerie pulled her shirt off over her head, releasing her big tits to everyone’s view, her nipples standing out a half an inch in their excitement. Then she slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, standing naked in front of them, her bald pussy lips puffed and gaping open.

“Man, I never realized how beautiful you really were, Valerie,” Tom said, openly admiring his sister-in-law. “Come here and wrap that delicious looking pussy around my cock,” he said, stroking himself.

“Me, first,” Dolores said, climbing onto John’s cock and unceremoniously impaling herself. “Ah, yes, that’s nice,” she said as she began to rock back and forth.

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It is 2050, and Alison is a student at the Royal Academy of Fucking in London. Despite her great ambition, and her brilliance at her subject, she is losing faith in the “Enlightenment”, the ideology of Pleasure it brings with it, and her own future as a “fucker”. Her friend Eva’s father has been brutally culled, simply because he is black, and therefore an “Undesirable”. And Eva’s brother Rob, who once declared love to Alison, is in exile. Alison has turned, in her desperation, to a book she has been secretly given, through a cat-flap on Tottenham Cunt Road.

Warning: this chapter contains a small amount of sibling incest, but this is not the main focus.

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Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

It was Saturday morning, and Alison was seated on the floor in the corner of her room at Fuckers’ Hall. She frowned, as she tried to decipher the little black book she had been handed through the cat-flap in the green door on Tottenham Cunt Road. “Love… love… love…” — it was like listening to an amateur trying to do dirty talk: “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” But there was something deeply compelling, almost visceral about it. Just as fuck-talk always made her cunt juice up, ‘love’-talk was making her heart flutter. It seemed to conjure a world she had barely considered till now, a world beyond Pleasure. She trembled at the thought.

“What are you reading, Al?” asked Claire. She and Bradley were sitting side by side on Alison’s bed, stroking each other as usual while watching a fuck-flick. This one featured a beautiful slender blonde made up and dressed as a fuck-doll, being DPed by two men.

“Nothing, just something someone gave me,” replied Alison, secreting the Bible behind her.

“What do you mean, nothing?” said Claire, getting up and striding over. “You’ve been stealing secret glances at that book all week. Lemme see!”

“No, really, it’s nothing,” Alison remonstrated.

“Hey, Al, what’s come over you? It’s me! You used to share everything with me. Don’t shut me out: that’s not fair!” On the screen, the two men were tossing their “doll” around, lifting her bodily off the ground and spreading her legs wide to give her a standing-up DP. The camera zoomed in to an upskirt close-up of the girl’s perineum, which glistened with cunt-cream as the two cocks pounded in and out of both her orifices in alternation. Bradley was slowly stroking his cock as he watched intently, ignoring the anguished conversation from the corner — which he had heard, in a number of different variations, several times already this week.

“Doesn’t it bother you at all,” said Alison, her internal anguish suddenly breaking the surface, “that an innocent man was murdered in front of our eyes — here, in this so-called Enlightened land?!”

Claire paused. “Hey, I don’t wanna sound nasty: it a real shame and all — but, I mean, he was overage, and an Undesirable, and even though he’d been expelled, he sneaked back into the Union illegally. I mean, he must have known that if he was caught he’d be culled. Anyway, that hospice has been shut ever since, so they must be holding an investigation: if something bad happened, they’ll sort it out. Besides, what’s that got to do with that book of yours?”

“Claire, Eva loved her parents so much…”

“‘Loved’? Jesus fucking Christ, Alison, not again! Not so long ago you were telling me how awful love is!” Claire switched to doing an impression of Alison in self-righteous mode: “‘It’s ideas like “love” which take the decent, free-fucking youth of our society and turn them into perverts.’ Remember saying that, Al? So what’s come over you now?”

Fear and guilt and confusion washed over Alison like a wave, and she broke down in howls of tears. “I don’t know, I don’t fucking know!” she bawled. “I can’t help myself. Nothing makes sense any more…!”

“Aw fuuuck, fuuuck, sweet cunt,” crooned Claire, kneeling down, putting her arms around Alison and kissing away the tears. On the screen, the “doll” was now hanging upside-down by her boots from the ceiling, the two men alternately fucking her face as she swung back and forth. Bradley was fapping in rapt concentration. Alison continued to sob, tears and snot running down her face, but reached behind her back and wordlessly handed Claire the book. Claire took it cautiously, and then began to read out loud:

God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. This is how love is made grup escort complete among us. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear. We love because he first loved us. Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister…

Claire’s voice trailed off. “Oh fuck, Alison — this is disgusting, this is fucking obscene!” she said, not even attempting to disguise the repugnance in her voice. “Jesus, what is this shit? Where did you get this?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you where I got it: this book’s proscribed,” replied Alison. “But this… is the Bible — the real Bible, not the re-translated one we use in the C of E these days. This text” — her voice trembled as she said it — “is the foundation of Western civilisation, and –“

“And that’s why ‘Western civilisation’ was total shit, and why we needed the Enlightenment!” interrupted Claire. “And look at you: ‘Perfect love drives out fear’ — bullshit! All this week you’ve been crying and mewling and trembling: you’re a total fucking wreck. ‘Drives out fear’, my ass! Now, I’m gonna confiscate this from you, Alison, okay? — and you are not to look at this horseshit again — do you hear me? It’s illegal, and it’s dangerous — no wonder you’re all fucked up! What would your parents say? And you’re supposed to be a fucker, goddammit, a fucker! BRAD!”

“Wha…at?” Brad answered vaguely, still intent upon watching the “doll”, who was now taking two large loads of cum on her upside-down face as she swung helplessly back and forth between her two fuckers. “Can’t I come first?”

“Fucking no! Get your dick over here already! Alison needs some therapy.” Brad got up wearily and, still stroking his stiff glistening cock, started walking over to the two girls, as Claire turned back to Alison: “Al — repeat after me: ‘I’m a dirty, filthy, motherfucking, assfucking whore!'”

“Oh, that’s not very original, Claire,” said Alison, sniffing and wiping away her tears, “it comes from that vintage fuck-flick with what’s-her-name, Hillary something-or-other, you know –“

“Well, as you know, Miss Assfuck Guttermouth, I’ve never been very original with my fuck-talk! So just say it, goddammit! It’ll make you feel better: ‘I’m a dirty, filthy, motherfucking, assfucking whore!'”

“I’m a dirty filthy motherfucking assfucking whore…” mumbled Alison, with little conviction, as she wiped her runny nose with the back of her hand.

“Louder!” urged Claire.

“I’m a dirty, filthy, motherfucking, assfucking whore!”

“LOUDER, CUNT!”

“I’M A DIRTY, FILTHY, MOTHERFUCKING, ASSFUCKING WHORE!”

“BETTER! NOW JERK YOURSELF OFF, AND KEEP REPEATING UNTIL YOU COME!”

Alison blew a sinusful of snot onto her hand, reached down, and smeared it over her vulva. “I’m a dirty, filthy, motherfucking, assfucking whore!” she began to repeat over and over, as she rubbed her slimy clit. “I’M A DIRTY, FILTHY, MOTHERFUCKING, ASSFUCKING WHORE!!”

“OH YEAH, AL, GO ON: RUB THAT SNOTTY FUCKING CUNT AND MAKE YOURSELF COME FOR ME!”

Alison’s customary fucker’s lust was being rekindled again. She blew more snot and spit into her hand and rubbed it over her vulva. Thoughts of love and God rapidly receded, as she continued to bellow: “I’M A DIRTY, FILTHY, MOTHERFUCKING, ASSFUCKING WHORE!!!”

Brad stood, still stroking his cock, poised between the screen and the two girls. If he looked to the right, he could watch the fetish “doll”, now released from her chains, crawling on the ground licking cum off the floor while repeating “I obey, master; I obey, master.” If he looked left he saw Alison rubbing her hot slimy cunt with the heel of her hand while Claire screamed at her: “COME ON, AL, CALL YOURSELF AN ASSFUCKING WHORE? WELL FUCKING PROVE IT! PUT THAT FUCKING FIST IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!”

“YOU WANNA SEE MY FIST IN MY SHITTER, YOU DIRTY CUNT?” Alison shouted in reply, as pure filthy lust regained its customary pre-eminence in her psyche. “WELL, FUCKING WATCH THIS!”

Alison balled her fist and rammed it mercilessly into her asshole. She almost surprised herself with the sheer filthy pleasure she felt from the hot hard squelch of her fist burying itself deep. She basked in the feeling of her fingers twisting and turning in her ass, exploring every last rectal nook and cranny, and soon she was screaming at the top of her voice: “I’M COMING! I’M FUCKING COMING! THIS MOTHERFUCKING ASSFUCKING WHORE IS FUCKING SHIT-COMING OVER HER FUCKING FIST — ‘COZ I’M A DIRTY, FILTHY, ASS-FISTING FUCKING WHORE! I’M A WHORE!! I’M A FUCKING WHORE!!!”

“FUCK YEAH, DO IT, ASS-FISTING WHORE!” screeched Claire. “BRAD! CUM ON HER FUCKING FACE! DO IT NOW!”

Bradley did as iranlı escort he was told. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh Jesus,” he muttered as he glazed Alison’s face with several well-aimed spurts of hot cum. Soon Alison was weeping again — but this time with lustful pleasure and gratitude as she mumbled, “Oh fuck, oh God — thank you Brad, thank you Claire…” Her tears mixed gently with Bradley’s cum, making little white stripes dribble down her cheeks.

It took some time for Alison’s ecstasy to subside. “Oh God, Claire,” she said, as her blond friend licked cum and tears off her face. “I’m so sorry: I know I’ve been playing with fire, reading all this God-shit. It’s just — I’m so confused. First Rob, then Eva, then Chad, then watching that man get culled in broad daylight: it just makes me almost… almost doubt the Enlightenment. I know that sounds terrible…”

“Whoa there, bitch! Just because some things go wrong in the Enlightened world doesn’t give us the right to doubt the whole thing,” Claire corrected her. “You’re too much of an idealist, Al: you need to embrace the greys more. The Enlightenment works a damn sight better than anything they’ve got in the Outside World. And frankly, that ‘love’ stuff you were just reading is one huge pile of stinking horseshit. If anything doesn’t fucking work,that doesn’t. “‘If we love one another, God lives in us’? Bull-fucking-shit! What the fuck does that mean anyway?”

“I know, I know, I don’t know… I’m just… I’m just confused, that’s all, baby…”

“Well, we’re gonna un-confuse you. First — BRAD, QUIT JERKING OFF ALL THE TIME AND GET YOUR FUCKING DICK OVER HERE!” Brad had returned quietly to the bed, and had just pressed play on a new film — entitledLesbian Anal Gape Piss Orgy III — but now he dutifully turned it off.

“Okay, Alison,” continued Claire, “let’s go through your list. Number one: Rob — well, he’s gone, and good fucking riddance, I say. Number two: Chad — we can’t stop him being a fucking dickhead, but he’s not reappeared at the Academy ever since he hit you at the Princess Asshole place. I mean, attacking a fellow student like that, what the fuck? And he’s not gonna say sorry like Eva did to you, so I reckon they’re gonna kick him out. So that just leaves number three: Eva and her dead dad — what have you heard from her?”

“Nothing. Nobody’s seen her at the Academy since Monday, and none of the others seem to have heard from her. I asked Dick-Dick: he was pretty cagey, but said she’s staying at home in her flat. Compassionate leave, until after her dad’s funeral.”

“Has she got anyone with her?”

“I don’t know. I mean, her family are all exiled now, aren’t they? And she’s not responding to any messages.”

“Hmmm…” Claire thought for a while. “Doesn’t sound good. Let’s pay her a visit. You’ve got the address, don’t you?”

“Uh yeah, it’s near Fuckney Bridge. We’d have to take the tube, Dickstrict Line — change at Earls Cunt.”

“Well, no time like the present. Come on, let’s go. Brad, stow that dick, we’re off to do some fucking bereavement counselling.”

~

An hour later, Claire, Alison and Brad were standing in front of a non-descript maisonette on a side street round the corner from Fuckney Bridge tube station. “Here we are,” said Alison, checking the address. She rang the doorbell, and then stood back to wait for an answer. Out of the corner of her eye, the thought she saw a curtain twitch in one of the upstairs windows. But there was no answer from the door. She rang again, and waited.

Claire called through the letterbox: “Eva, it’s us! We know you’re in there. Come on, let us in. We’re worried about you.” There was silence.

“Hey, bestest ebony whore,” Claire tried again, “we’ve even brought Dinky-Dick with us so he can splatter your pretty face with cum.” There was no answer.

“Let me try,” said Alison. She put her mouth to the letter-box and called:

Love is patient, love is kind.

It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

“Mind your language!” muttered a passing pedestrian. “Fucking cunt…”

Alison stuck her middle finger up at him, and continued:

It always protects, always trusts,

always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

There was a pause, before Alison heard soft footsteps from inside. “At last!” she sighed. The door creaked slowly open — but it was not Eva after all, but Harriet, topless, with a packet of cigarettes stuck into the elastic of her pink bikini bottom.

“Harriet!” exclaimed Alison.

“What the fuck?” said Claire.

“Come in, guys,” said Harriet with a knowing smile. “We guessed you’d turn up eventually!” She led them down a short narrow corridor towards the living room. keçiören escort As Alison approached the entrance to the lounge, the first thing she saw was Eva kneeling on the floor, gently sucking the cock of someone relaxing on an armchair.

It took a split second for Alison to realise that she recognised that cock from somewhere: it was jet-black, stiff as a rod, some eight inches tall — and beautiful, oh so beautiful — more beautiful than any other cock she had ever seen. “No fucking way,” she thought. “It can’t be!”

But it was. As she turned the corner, her eyes travelled upwards from the cock, up the bare black chest, to that familiar twinkling face.

“Suck my cock,” said Rob, smiling at Alison. “Coffee?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!!!” Alison screamed.

“YOU?!” screamed Claire.

“ROB — WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Alison shouted. Furious and humiliated, questions flooded her brain. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he left the country? Or had everyone lied to her about it? Had Eva lied to her, whilst Rob was all along holed up in her flat? And what about Harriet? Had she known about this all along? Why had Eva not replied to any of her messages — but clearly invited Harriet to see her? And what did this have to do with the old man shot in front of their eyes in the hospice? “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!!!” she screamed.

Underneath her rage, however, a small part of Alison — so small she was barely aware of it — was relieved. She had gone through a lot of trauma since that dreadful night when Rob had re-appeared in her room — and his declaration of love now seemed, frankly, a minor part of it. She wasn’t as angry at him, or as hurt: somehow, nothing seemed quite so black-and-white any more. Her cherished identity as a fucker, of which her parents were so proud, and the Enlightenment ideals which she had always so valued, now seemed more precarious than she would ever have believed possible. The way Rob had treated her that night three weeks ago was perhaps not so utterly despicable; the man was misguided, to be sure — but she might just be able to forgive him for it… now that he was here. A small part of her smiled inwardly at the thought.

First, though, explanations were needed — and Rob and Eva seemed to realise that they had to provide them. Eva released her big brother’s cock-head from her mouth with a loud “pop”, leaving it bobbing, rigid and vertical. “I’m sorry, Alison, for not telling you sooner,” she said, standing up to give Alison a tender wet precum-scented kiss on the lips. “As soon as he heard about Daddy being shot, Rob came back, out of concern for me. I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, but because I was worried that if your parents found out, they might want to press charges against him. That’s why Harriet knew and not you, you see…” She squeezed Alison’s breasts affectionately.

Harriet nodded in confirmation, lighting a cigarette as she sat down on the sofa at the other end of the room. Bradley followed and sat down next to her, admiring her bare tits as they heaved up and down. Eva knelt down again to gently stroke her brother’s cock, massaging pre-cum and saliva into the pulsating purple-brown dickhead. Alison and Claire stayed standing in the doorway: Claire had her hands on her hips, her head shaking with exasperation and bewilderment, her mouth opening and shutting as she searched for words to express her indignation. “Okay, so what the fuck was your dad doing here anyway?” she demanded impatiently. “And, Rob, aren’t you worried the same might happen to you if the authorities find out you’re here?” Rob’s cock twitched slightly under his sister’s caresses.

“No,” said Rob, “unless Alison tells her parents and they press charges. I’m an Undesirable, but not an illegal per se, because I’m sterilised and underage. And, with Professor Dick’s help, I have secured permission to take my father’s body — the funeral is tomorrow — back home to my mother. I’m hoping, Alison, that you won’t tell your parents, or that if you do they may have calmed down by now: I’m not going to stay here long — just until Monday, when Eva will go back to the Academy. I have to go back to my mother, who is a widow now.” There was a look of despair on Rob’s face, the glimmer in his eyes dimmed, and his cock started to go ever so slightly less than fully rigid. Eva bent down to give it an affectionate suck, and it stiffened up again. Briefly, Alison’s eyes were drawn again to its dark masculine beauty, and she remembered the first time she had set eyes on it — on the Whiteshit Express some five weeks previous; her pussy tingled ever so slightly. Harriet was smoking in silence, and Bradley had got his cock out and was gently stroking it as he watched her tits rise and fall.

“My father made a terrible mistake,” continued Rob. He heard how badly Eva had gone off the rails when she attacked you, and came to comfort her. He loved her very much…” Rob’s voice cracked slightly and his eyes glistened. Claire turned away, grimacing and muttering self-righteously under her breath, “fucking ‘love’ again — Jesus…!” Mention of her father’s love was too much for Eva too, and she began to choke up, tears flowing down her cheeks, and thence down Rob’s thick shaft onto his balls.

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Jim and Edie – Again

‘Not enough sex. Too short. Add more. More sex. What happens next? More sex!’ Those were a few of the many comments I got by email about my 2014 story — Jim and Edie. Well, I’ve tried to respond to them with this much longer rewrite of that story. Chapters 1 and 2 are pretty much the original story with a few tweaks — and little sex; but then the juicy stuff starts in Chapter 3 and continues for the rest of the story. I’ve chosen to post the first three chapters together to get readers started. There are twenty-one chapters overall. If I could check all the boxes for what this story involves, I would touch heavily onErotic Couples, Loving Wives, Group Sex, Mature, and even Incest. Enjoy. SW.

Chapter 1 — The Mating Habits of the Mature

Jim’s Story

Suddenly, I’m single. I’ll probably never stop grieving the loss of Diane, but I’d committed to myself, my son and daughter, and my best friend Bruce to get my head out of my ass, as the latter called it, and to start to enjoy the world again.

I’m very left brain — analytical, logical. I was a systems engineer for NASA, and segued into middle and then upper management, but always with large, multi-million-dollar technical aerospace projects. I guess I was good at my job and we lived frugally, and made some wise investments, so Diane and I ended up able to retire when we were both fifty-five. We moved from Washington, where I ended my NASA career, to Sarasota, Florida, bought a nice house near the beach with a fabulous view of the city’s marina, and settled into a new lifestyle.

Diane had been a schoolteacher. She taught eighth-grade social studies in a suburban school. She was good at her job, too, and also took on some administrative duties that justified a pay raise. Four years ago, Diane found a lump in a breast, and that led to what turned out to be a never-ending series of visits to various doctors, hospitals, clinics, diagnostic centers, and eventually a hospice center, and then Diane was no more of this world.

We were married for thirty-six years, birthed two kids in that time, and raised and launched them — Josh and Carolyn. They’d both married, still lived in Virginia, and graced us with two grandchildren — one apiece, so far. The grandchildren had never met Diane.

Bruce asked me to write about ‘my situation’ as he called it — my story, and the first couple of tries I made read like a report on a replacement software system for a Mars’ mission. I’ve made an attempt in this version to be a little more humanistic instead of instructional, such as ‘put left thumb in right ear’.

I did not take to my early retirement as well as I thought I would. I was restless. I tried a whole string of hobbies and athletic endeavors: golf, tennis, bike riding, fishing, wind surfing, kayaking, painting, piano, and there are another dozen others that I could list. In parallel, there were a dozen charitable groups that I volunteered for: Habitat for Humanity, United Way, Red Cross, Head Start, SCORE, and Boys Club, to name a few. This attempt at being an author is also part of this story thanks to Bruce.

Why did I leap from hobby to hobby? At first, I was looking for my niche, and something that was satisfying and that contributed in some way to society. I took classes, went to many lectures and meetings, mentored others and got mentored, and slowly I realized I was trying to reestablish all my old office routines and schedules with new activities and under new banners. Bruce told me I was a ‘retirement failure’.

Diane’s illness pulled me out of my ‘retirement failure’, although I seemed to be productive and having fun at the other stuff, I devoted myself to her, and that wasn’t hard. I’d been doing that for almost forty years since our first date. I became almost more involved in her cancer and treatments than she was. I knew more, learned more, and talked to more people. I wanted to be sure we left no stone unturned. I don’t think we did, and the result was that we milked two extra years from the Grim Reaper after her first prognosis.

Diane tried to make her death ‘festive’. She insisted we all celebrate her life instead of mourn her death. We tried, but with tears in our eyes. When we shifted to palliative care, our kids came down, and a steady stream of friends and neighbors poured through our doorway to offer support and eventually condolences after Diane slipped away. My friend Bruce and his wife Mindy became my mainstay. I cried a lot, they held me, and then got me somewhat whole again, and back up and running on my own. We had a celebration of life party, and many of our friends and I waxed eloquent about the high points in our memories of Diane. I laughed and cried the day was so special. After that I felt so empty.

I cried myself to sleep for a month and then slowly got over the pain of loss. At first, I couldn’t even believe that she was gone. I’d go to the kitchen expecting to see her puttering around making breakfast eve gelen escort or cleaning up some dishes from the night before, but she wasn’t there. After that, I got mad at her for leaving me, and then mad at the doctors who seemed impotent in what they could do for her. After that stage, resignation set in.

Mindy struck fear into my heart while I was having dinner with them with one simple sentence, “Jim, I think it’s time you started to date again. Diane made me promise to get you back on the circuit, and … it’s time. Come on, three years have passed and you’ve done nothing but your charity work and mope around the house.”

I sputtered and spit around for a week thinking about that possibility. I tried to visualize ‘dating’ at sixty.

In one daydream I hang out at the local ‘meat market’ where I’ve seen attractive younger women. Several of them dance with me, and eventually I invite one of them to come back to the house. She does, and we start a torrid romance. The romance turns to a sudden pregnancy, and, oh my god, I face another twenty years of diapers and child-raising. I’d be eighty with a kid in college. I am not a ‘hang-out-in-bars’ kind of guy.

In yet another daydream, I decided to start to attend church again. This dream turned on me. Instead of hot, young women, I am suddenly surrounded by dozens of gray-haired women — all from the quilting circle. They vie for my attention, but elderly thinking, plump or even obese in form, and vapid in intellect, I find myself in a little shop of horrors. I also am not a ‘churchy’ kind of guy.

I kept waiting for a rational daydream to arrive, but none ever appeared to me. My ‘visions’ were really nightmares materialized in the daylight hours. I didn’t allow any of them to haunt me.

Edie’s Story

Two years before our planned retirement Harry, my husband, had a massive heart attack in his sleep. One minute he was there, and the next gone to a funeral home on a gurney as I stood in a bathrobe and watched two men from the funeral home take him away forever. I missed him, but in a way felt glad I didn’t have to suffer his long retirement. Harry had been a perfectionist, and I knew that as soon as he started to spend a lot of time around the house instead of with his consulting clients, I’d become the focus of his assessments, and time and motion studies. He’d have an unlimited number of recommendations for me about improving the laundry, cooking, arranging my closet, consolidating my shopping trips to save energy, and more and more. That was what Harry did. Somehow, I’d managed to keep him out of the business division that I ran for a modeling agency.

Thus, I found myself at age fifty-five single, yet with many friends — many of them divorced females. Since I wasn’t divorced, I didn’t have the bitter, anti-men, love ’em and leave ’em mentality most of them had. I’d had a reasonably happy almost thirty-year marriage, and figured I’d used up my allotment of happy times with a member of the opposite sex.

Harry had been not only a good provider, but also had often referred to himself as ‘over insured’. Thus, as a widow I was suddenly the beneficiary of a small fortune. I would never have to worry about money again, and neither would our son and daughter. Penny worked in publishing in Chicago. Mark was career military and was stationed in Germany, and was in and out of the Middle East frequently. He liked it over there, and even had a German girlfriend.

I stopped working only a few months before I’d planned to stop anyway. I’d been in charge of running a branch of an international modeling agency. The older I got, the younger the girls we represented appeared. I was always amazed when one of them told me she had trouble parking her car; I couldn’t believe she was old enough to drive.

Once I’d been in their shoes, enjoying the travel and being the center of attention as I modeled various lines of clothing or just my own skin. I’d started in my teens, and then even competed in a few beauty queen contests, ending up winning a few major contests in the region. Those efforts were a natural segue into a modeling career. The industry changed so much over the years. For a while I did some modeling when I wasn’t running part of an office, but then I eventually opted to work on the business development and placement side of the business instead of being a model. I started that transition in my late-twenties, and despite that I often did some ‘gig’ to keep my hand in the ‘front-end’ of the business. I think I was really an exhibitionist.

Despite having ‘retired’, I saw men friends — most always the husbands of some of my married friends and neighbors when I got invited to a dinner party, but I had no inner voice telling me I was an incomplete person without a man permanently in my life. I was still able to hold my own in mixed company, and enjoyed the diversity in my circle. In fact, I gaziosmanpaşa escort found it odd that the women that felt needy for a man appeared to be all my divorced friends, who opined hourly about their lack of male companionship. They often wondered why I didn’t feel the same way. Of course, two minutes later they’d be bashing their ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends and then generalizing to all men. If I’d been a male in their presence, I would have run the other way at top speed.

My friend Rita Styles and I had coffee at Starbucks late one morning. She was married to a really nice man, Hank, and happened to be the smartest woman I knew. He was pretty hunky, too. I guessed her IQ had to be well into the genius range. Rita could have been a model, except she started a computer programming business and made some real dough in her career, particularly when she sold the business she’d formed.

Rita said, “Edie, you are a gorgeous woman, and I know you’ve become fiercely independent since Harry died; however, I think you should think about going out on some dates … and I don’t mean with your divorced friends hanging around either.”

I laughed, “Why would I want to do that? I gave up dating when I fell in love with Harry. I let him get into my panties back then, and from what I hear from the girls that’s what the guys still want to do despite being thirty years older. You know Harry and I were trying to reverse having a stale sex life.”

Rita smiled. “The men still want sex, and if they’re good, you know it’s worth the effort. Whether you have sex or not is beside the point — well, sort of. You, my dear friend, are becoming very insulated in your thinking and in your social life. You may have regained your mental virginity, but I think it’s time for you to lose it again.”

“I’ll think about it.” That was my standard passive-aggressive response to things I didn’t want to do. I had no desire to think about finding a mate of any nature, but the response would hopefully satisfy Rita.

It didn’t.

Rita said, “Oh, good. I’ll think about it too, and maybe we can come up with a plan.”

* * * * *

Bruce didn’t ask, he informed me over a beer in his backyard that I had a command performance for dinner at their home on Saturday evening. He said, “Look Jim, Mindy has this friend Rita, and she has this widow friend named Edie who apparently is a knock-out, and they’ve cooked up this dinner so you and Edie can meet. Rita and Hank are coming too, but you and Edie are the main attraction. If I don’t deliver you to the table, Mindy told me I was cut off for two years; come on, man, you’ve gotta help me out by coming.”

I feigned, “I feel a heavy dose of the Asian flu coming on.” I felt my forehead.

“You have to. This is what we were talking to you about weeks ago. You’ve got to start dating.”

“I don’t even know this Edie person. What will I say to her? What if she … I don’t know … expects something to happen? Does she even have a brain in her head?”

“Jim, buddy, just roll with the evening. There’s no preconceived notion about how things will end.”

“What do you know about this Edie person?”

Bruce smiled. “I’ve not met her, but Mindy had Rita on the speaker phone when she was being described, so I listened in. I am ready to ditch Mindy for Edie if you don’t take the bait.”

I gestured for him to be forthcoming with lots of information.

Bruce said, “She’s apparently a walking dream — even for someone in your age bracket. She’s late fifties, blonde, won the Miss Iowa beauty contest way back, was a fashion and bathing suit model, but then retired when her husband died two years ago. She hasn’t been serious with anyone since — long-term marriage, two kids, etcetera, etcetera. Rita said she was still gorgeous. I gathered she’s financially independent too, so she’s not looking for a sugar daddy.”

I stepped back, “Oh, my god, you’re setting me up with a model — a fucking model. Miss Iowa? I’m just a plain Joe. I’m not worthy of a model or beauty queen. Is she a ditz? Was she a trophy wife?”

“No, she’s apparently a skilled business woman and now, like you, spends part of her time working with local charities. She ran a multi-million-dollar region for the Windsor Agency — they’re known worldwide as having some of the top models in the world. That’s also who she modeled for. She has a good head on her shoulders. As for you, you certainly are a worthy person. In your own way you’re handsome. Not my cup of tea, but I can understand why Mindy likes you and Edie might find you appealing. Mindy described you to Rita as ‘previously hunky’.”

I laughed, “I’m previously everything. I’m out of touch, out of shape, out of gas, retired, dull, reclusive, and I won’t know what to say to her. I do try to stay in shape.” I thought a moment and asked, “Is she on the Internet … maybe some of the porn sites?” I said, pretending gölbaşı escort some enthusiasm at finding a porn queen.

Bruce ignored my leer and said, “Let’s look.” He got his iPad and started to punch at the screen. He muttered to himself as he typed, “Name … Edie Emerson … oh, wait, that was her married name. I heard on that call it was Reed before that.” A minute went by.

Finally, Bruce said, “Yes! Here we go.” He paused and stared at the screen. “Hoooooly shit! Wow! I definitely might ditch Mindy for this gal. Look.” He thrust his iPad into my hands.

I gawked at the screen. Some of the photos were obviously dated, perhaps two or three decades old, but … Edie Emerson in her twenties was an absolute knockout. I think I started to drool.

I groaned. “I can’t possibly meet someone this good looking, even if they’ve turned into a crone since these pictures were taken. Look, there’s a picture of her getting crowned as the state beauty queen.” I pointed at one picture in Google Images. “There’s one of her at a charity ball here in town; she’s still gorgeous. My God.”

Bruce said, “Scroll down the page. See if there are more recent shots.”

Another hundred photos scrolled by with many duplicates. “Holy shit,” I declared, agreeing with Bruce. “This woman is coming to dinner to meetme? She’s got to be stupid. She could have any man she wanted. She’s … the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen.” I paused and then pointed to a shot of Edie Reed nude but demurely posed. “My god, she doesn’t have a blemish on her body. She’s the most perfect specimen of womanhood I’ve ever seen.”

Bruce gawked at the nude study and then struggled to recover his edge, “All the more reason for you to come and sweep her off her feet. She’ll love you. You two are made for each other. Hey, you take Mindy, and I’ll move over and keep Edie.”

I ignored his humor. “I’ll come … but I’ll be dumbstruck by her the whole night. I bet I can’t even say hello to her. I’ll babble and drool all over her.” Just hit me on the back of the head when I’m supposed to make a noise. Keep me from dragging my knuckles on the floor.”

Bruce studied another photo of Edie his iPad. “I may be right there with you.”

* * * * *

I sat in the back seat behind Rita. Hank drove and all but outrightly refused to be drawn into the conversation Rita and I were having about ‘Over-55 Dating’.

I sputtered to Rita, “You’re telling me that this man you’re setting me up with tonight actually worked for NASA … that he helped launch stuff into space and put a man on the moon, and things like that?”

“Well, yes, although I don’t think he personally did the first moon landing. Now he’s retired. He’s doing all this volunteer stuff for a few charitable organizations.”

“But he’s brilliant … and he had over a thousand people reporting to him. My god, he was the Big Boss. He’s so important, and I’m just a nobody. He’ll think I’m an airhead that could only make it by selling my body.”

“Edie, you are gorgeous and smart, and you are distinguished in your own way, and you didn’t just sell your body, you managed the southeast branch for your agency the last twenty years in fourteen states. Jim’s retired. He’s not into that NASA stuff anymore. He’d just a nice guy, and according to my friend Mindy — who you’ll also just love — he’s as nervous about meeting you as you are about meeting him. Just go with the flow.”

“What if he expects me to … do something?”

Rita laughed, “He’s not going to try to make love to you tonight in the middle of the living room rug while the rest of have a glass of wine and watch, although I like that image.”

“No. No. I mean, what if he asks me on a date?”

Rita implored, “Then you say, ‘I’d love to. How about next Saturday night?’ and then you give him your address and phone number, and suggest five-thirty. Here, put this slip of paper in your pocket. I’ve already written down your key data that you’ll want to give him. I’ll give one to Mindy too just in case he loses his note, and I have a spare.” She held up three pieces of paper about three-by-five inches.

I rolled my eyes. I had let myself get dragged into this dinner — an obvious set-up to meet someman. I wondered what percent of blind dates ‘clicked.’ I was betting that it was one out of a million. At least we wouldn’t be alone. Mindy and her husband Bruce were hosting, plus Rita and Hank were known quantities to me. I’d just converse with them. Maybe this Jim character would leave me alone except to say hello. Then again, there’ll only be six of us; we’ll have to converse.

I had this image of a blind date as something only losers did. They couldn’t go out on their own to meet a member of the opposite sex because they were ugly, had zero personality, or were sexual perverts, and … and then it dawned on me that this man Jim might be thinking I was a loser because I washis blind date. I sat up a little straighter. Shit, I hated this.

Hank announced from the front seat, “We’re here.” He rolled the car to a stop in front of a nice Florida home. The three of us got out and walked up to the house. Hank rang the doorbell, presented two bottles of wine to Bruce — a nice man who seemed preoccupied with helping us inside, and then there was a lot of hugging and welcoming going on.

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Things were going so well for Anne today.

Spirits were at their usual Friday afternoon high, and the project she was assigned to lead was looking to end on another week of smooth sailing. It was a simple enough task involving re-organising and connecting the company databases, but the way things were headed, going beyond the original scope and kicking things up a notch. The servers would never work better.

It was all thanks to her team. Lady luck must have been smiling on Anne, as she received the gift of four dedicated, reasonably friendly women for team members. While she couldn’t speak for all men, it seemed as though many of them didn’t appreciate being directly answerable to a woman; especially one younger than them. Maybe it was just a couple of bad apples that spoiled the bunch, but these ladies in particular were far more hassle and resentment free.

There was Penny, the oldest of the team and someone Anne already saw as something of a ‘first mate’, helping smooth other any problems her lack of experience with all of this might cause. While she would likely never say such things, she also happened to be the one Anne found the most beautiful, sporting bright green eyes that could either be soft or stern, long, flowing blonde hair and a British accent that sounded as though she was putting in serious effort to avoid sounding too much like a stuffy aristocrat. Anne even heard through the grapevine she’d moved away from England some time ago, though she never learned why.

Probably a ‘land of opportunity’ thing.

On the other end in quite a lot of ways was the exotic Asian girl Sri. much as Anne didn’t care for the stereotype, she really was the team’s Indian tech support. A computer wizard that could manage any program or problem in a way that even Anne herself couldn’t match. Sri also seemed adept at explaining processes with only a slight hint of an accent. Besides the common features of black hair (cut surprisingly short), light brown eyes and skin to match, the word best used to describe her was ‘diminutive’. The only one on the team Anne could reasonably say was physically smaller than her. Sri also seemed to have difficulty putting words together when outside of her wheelhouse of technology. There was also the small matter of frequent toilet breaks, which Anne was still figuring out how to bring up. She didn’t want to seem punitive or prying. Not towards someone who cracked codes with such ease.

If it was skulls that needed cracking, Kat was the one Anne looked to. That probably wasn’t her full name, but Anne got the impression outright asking would get her nothing more than an absolute-zero glare. Judging from her accent, Kat hailed from one of the Eastern European provinces. It wasn’t as though she had any trouble articulating her words any more than the others, yet Anne tried to avoid that as much as possible. Much easier to set her loose on anyone on the other departments that were causing trouble for the project. Kat possessed deep brown hair tail back into a ponytail, hazel eyes and a steely face that suggested a set of ripped muscles under her full suit that Anne only might have gotten a glimpse of.

The one that held the whole team together was without a doubt May. Anne knew her the longest of anyone, back from the group application process when she sported deep red hair before she switched to her current silver-grey. She did something similar with her eyes, trying new contacts every couple of weeks. It started as a simple vision problem, then May decided to roll with it and try some new colours. On this particular day it was a bright amber. Besides that, she was probably the most physically similar, helped by their shared American ethnicity. May was perhaps an inch taller, and far more willing to stand out.

It would be nice to imagine that they shared some kind of special rapport, but in truth May was pretty much a textbook people person. Any lack of technical skill was more than compensated for by how well she got on with everyone without trying. All the others just forgot about their defences or their difficulties whenever May wanted to talk. Sometimes it seemed that she clicked with the others even better than with Anne herself, even though they knew each other a bit longer. Perhaps she wasn’t completely okay with getting a lower position after all. No matter. As a liason, May proved above and beyond time and again. It would prove easy to clear the air over time.

Which is why Anne really wished she’d pushed her curiosity down on this fateful afternoon.

It started as such a simple thing. About fifteen minutes before work ended, May said she needed to step out for a bit. That wasn’t unusual. Their team was split into two rooms on the eighth floor of their building: one for Anne and May, and another for the remaining three. There were a myriad of facilities they needed to share with the other departments. Only this time, there was a slight panicked haste to her step. Moreover, esat escort May didn’t say where she was going, or why.

May always explained her movements during work hours. It should have been a simple thing to just brush off. She could be late to something. Perhaps she decided to slip off a little early.

No, May wasn’t the kind of person to do that unless it was an emergency. Against her better judgement, Annie left her draft on next week’s schedule to at least check it out. If there was a problem, they could talk it out together.

Right?

Alright, simple. Objective number one: try and figure out what’s going on with May. Two: try not to look suspicious doing so. Milling about this close to the weekend was a common stalling strategy. A copy of the progress report to ‘ask’ about would make good enough cover. With her plan ready and no time to waste, Anne walked out into the hallways.

“Uh, May?” she called out. No response; not that she expected one. As luck would have it, their rooms were at the end of the hall. Only one way to go. She made a right turn to walk down the straight hall. All of the outer walls were glass panes, so there was a good amount of afternoon sun beaming in. She checked off the other rooms, one by one. With a quick glance, it was easy to tell if there was someone else in the room, or nobody at all. No. No. No.

There were some more likely places. Maybe start there? Copier room was empty. Toilets? Vacant. This was a stupid idea to begin with. May was probably well on her way to another floor by now, if not already there. Might as well pack it u-

What was that? There were some noises coming from nearby. By the sounds of things, it was from the one door you couldn’t peer through. The supply closet. It sounded like there was some shuffling going on, and grunting? The door was closed. That didn’t usually happen if it was just a janitor. A janitor likely wouldn’t be having that much trouble. The doors weren’t locked during working hours, and it was the one room on the floor that couldn’t be locked with a simple latch from the inside. Anne could easily open the door and look inside.

Did she really want to, though? Something felt off about this entire situation. Either that, or she was looking too much into someone who really was just looking through the supplies inside. Oh well, if it really was nothing there would be a touch of embarrassment and the whole thing would be forgotten the next day. Anne grabbed the handle and turned it.

The door wouldn’t open, no matter how much force she applied. There was another noise from the other side. Were they stuck? There was no call for help. If she tried anything more drastic, it would attract attention from the room’s occupant for sure, if not others. Better do this right. Anne took a step back, angling her legs. With aim she read about but never tried, she launched her heel and kicked with all her strength.

With a brief moment of resistance, the door flew open, and a broomstick and a few other items were knocked over from the force. Standing there, as Anne suspected from the depths of her mind was May. It wasn’t just may that was standing, either. Her trousers were wide open and dropped a little. There was little point in trying to brush off what was visible as some kind of parlour trick.

A penis. Very real, and at full mast. Burning its way into Anne’s brain far too fast and completely for her to simply avert her eyes. When her eyes met with May, she proved to have no more words to offer than Anne did. The only sound was heavy breathing, in this already heated store room. In the end, it was Anne who broke the silence.

“Evil!” She squeaked, before bolting off.

No time to wait; she bolted down the stairs, taking strides of three or even four each time. By the time she reached the ground, the adrenaline was coursing through her body. Once she was out the door, she just kept running. Running. Running. Her apartment was close enough that she could walk it most days. Running like there was no tomorrow- well, that was quite a bit faster. It also meant she fumbled about three more times getting her keys.

It was when she sat down on her cheap, royal blue couches to catch her breath that the reality of what Anne saw started to sink in. Something she wasn’t supposed to, that was for certain. Any attempt to deny the reality fizzled, leaving the truth that May wasn’t quite the woman Anne thought all too real. What was she, anyway?

More important: what would she do now Anne knew? Leave the team? Even her job. No. No no no. This could still be smoothed over. May’s mobile number was worth a try.

Come on. Come on, come on. Each cycle of the ringing tone taunted her, leaving her nerves to fray further. Nope, voicemail. Every time she tried. Nothing much she could do.

“Uh, May? Look, can we talk? Please? I shouldn’t have barged in like that. I know this etimesgut escort seems bad, but- we can talk this out. I promise.” Message recorded.

That was about the best she could do right now. Besides an email, for all the good that would do. All that was left was to try and distract herself from this big, sordid mess. Maybe some more running would do her some good. Shower first.

Every time Anne did this: turning on the water to heat up and disrobing, she felt a certain itch. She couldn’t help looking at her body in the full-length mirror. The bright-red hair she’d rolled into a bun at the back of her head (Penny’s recommendation). Hips that were apparently ‘child bearing’. Her full set of fiery pubic hair. Her legs, which contrasted by being cleanly shaven. Last and probably most was her chest:’C and a half’ apparently, not that she’d ever had any reason to be proud of them.

On the subject of larger than average, May’s size was the largest real one Anne could ever remember seeing, either depicted or in person. How many inches could it reach? Eight? Nine? The thought of putting her hands on such a thing, or even-

No. Bad. Bad Anne. She slapped her own hand away from her crotch. Such impurities were unbecoming. May was- she was- a friend. That was all. Maybe she could still be.

Looked like it was going to be a cold shower.

Bzzt.

Ungh, her phone? What was going on? Anne didn’t set her alarm on weekends. No, her alarm built up the volume. Someone was calling.

May! All grogginess vanished. Anne yanked the phone off the table and the charging cable. Calm. Stay calm. She could smooth this all over. She slid to answer. Sat up, took a deep breath. Then, she placed her phone up.

“Morning. So- you got my call?”

“Yeah. All seven of them.” May sounded as though she was avoiding striking any kind of tone. “You wanna meet up or something? I don’t think we can deal with all of this over the phone.”

“What? Oh, yeah. Sure thing. As long as you can make the time.”

That was that. In two hours, Anne would get what might be her only chance to fix all of this. The only thing she could do was prepare herself. Try not to think too hard about- May. Her thing.

In a token of goodwill, May was the one to choose the place they met. The place was a small, independent café a couple of blocks away. They were due to meet about an hour after the call ended, but Anne decided on arriving fifteen minutes early. She needed some hot food in her, and her hands were shaking too much to make it herself. Something normally out of the question. Something with bacon. Maybe some cheese. Panini it was. Latte to help wash it down.

When May showed up, it didn’t take long for her to find Anne’s spot outside; one with just enough awning cover that the morning sun wouldn’t blind them. Even more surprising was the shirt/short combo she wore that more or less matched Anne’s. May sported a bright blue/yellow combo and a pair of shades. Anne waved her over, and May picked up, though she didn’t smile or speak. She simply pulled the metal, cushioned chair opposite and sat.

For the longest time, there were no words. Just the sound of distant traffic and the summer breeze. The distance was already forming.

“So-” May started, but her mouth hung open, failing to form a complete sentence. Looked like it was up to Anne.

“May. Please don’t file a harassment claim. I had no idea it was you in there, or what you were-” Anne’s words dried up before the image of what she saw could resurface.

“Well, that wasn’t what I expected.” May set her sunglasses down on the table. “So I’m not evil?”

“Um- no! Of course not!” Anne gave a pleading look. “Look, I- I misspoke, alright? What I meant was- well- uh- something else.”

“Something else. Okay,” May said, shaking her head. “Well, I never planned on filing any complaints or anything. I’d prefer not to draw any attention to any of- what happened.”

“Oh, thank God.” Anne gave a long, deep sigh. “So, why were you in there, anyway?”

May gave a supressed laugh. “Well, I guess I overestimated how well the room was soundproofed. Not to mention my ability to jam a door shut.” Maybe this whole thing would have turned out better if Anne didn’t know how to kick a door in. “What I was doing in there- that’s a bit more complicated.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it-“

“No, no. I might as well now,” May said. Did Anne really want to know the whole thing? Yes, and no. “Yes, I’m endowed down there. Most of the time it’s easy to manage. Keep under wraps. Sometimes, though- it gets hot. I see something- think of something exciting and I- perk up. Then it gets uncomfortable, not to mention more conspicuous. I have to calm myself down, or at least realign things- get it back under control. Do you understand now?”

“I think so.” Anne nodded. Wishing just a bit she etlik escort didn’t stop there. “Thank you for telling me. No one else needs to know about this. Not the company, the bosses- even our team won’t hear anything from me.”

May shook her head. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s a bit too late for that. The rest of our little group already knows.” Maybe it was better Anne didn’t know how that came to be. “Apart from that, your silence would be most appreciated. God, I sound just like Penny,”

Anne breathed a sigh of relief. This was the end of it. Did it have to be, though? There were only about a hundred questions floating through her head.

“So, uh-” Anne started to stammer. “How- how did you get it?”

“Get it?” May glared at her. “I was born with it, Annie.”

“Oh. Yeah.” After a few seconds, Anne looked back up. “Really? I thought- it just- it’s not natural.”

“Yes it is.” There was less anger in May’s voice than expected, but just as much impatience. “It’s a rarity, that’s all. I have a full- potent set of male genitalia. We exist. I wasn’t created in some lab, or even an operating table. This is how I came out of the womb.”

“Right, right. Sorry.” Anne looked away, only to be gently guided back by May’s hand.

“It’s fine. This is going a lot better than I imagined after yesterday. You’re still a good woman, and a decent team leader.” There was that May sense of humour. “You know, I haven’t even ordered anything yet. Be right back.”

The time May was in the café was ample to finish off what was left of Anne’s food. The drink could last at least a little longer. She could finally breathe east. May was such a good friend. A friend who just happened to have a surprise asset. A large surprise asset. There was little point in denying it: she wanted more. To know more, that was all. Really.

It was a couple of more minutes basking in the sun before May returned, large cup and saucer in hand. She settled it down, then herself.

“Sorry about the wait,” May said, taking her first sip. “Still hot.”

“It’s no problem.” Anne took a deep breath. “Do you mind, if- I asked some more questions?”

“Oh. You’re still curious?” May set her hands down, waiting.

“-Maybe. So, uh-” Anne moved in closer. “Are they all that big?”

“No. Some are even bigger.” May mirrored Anne’s lean inwards. “In fact, some can even grow as big as a mountain.” There was a brief silence. Then, Anne jumped as May broke out into cacophonic laughter.

Anne pouted. “You could have just said you didn’t know.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. It’s not like I’m part of some huge futa cabal or anything.” Futa? Was that what they called themselves? Well, it was what May called it. That was all that mattered. “I’d say I’m pretty happy with what I got, outside of work of course. Why, you want to give it a try?”

“What? No!” The shade of red Anne’s face went said otherwise. “I mean, I can’t.”

“Oh, you’re already spoken for? That’s fine.” May went for her drink.

Come to think of it, they didn’t know a whole lot about each other outside of work. This was hardly the best starting point, yet here they were.

“No, I don’t have anyone.” There was more shame in that statement than Anne cared for. “It’s just- I’m not doing anything like that until marriage.”

May spluttered her drink. “Wait, seriously? You’re doing the whole pledge thing?”

“Yes!” Anne snapped. “It’s not a joke, you know.”

“Fine, fine. That’s more- traditional than I expected.” May was done cleaning up her mess, so she looked straight into Anne’s eyes. “It’s just- do you really think it’s a good idea to wait until after the wedding to find out if you can make that kind of thing work?”

“What’s that supposed to matter? I don’t want a relationship that could sour over something little like that.” Anne felt herself tensed up all of a sudden.

“Annie.” May took a deep breath. “I mean this in the nicest way possible. What would you know about sex? Or relationships, for that matter?”

There was no good answer to that. All of Anne’s ‘knowledge’ amounted to things she’d be told by the people important in her life. Her actual love life consisted of a brief thing with a guy in high school that was halted on the order of her parents. He seemed so nice, yet apparently he was only interested in one thing; that was the end of that.

Okay. Anne was ready. “I know that I have to be careful. I’m not going to let some fly by night trick me, okay?”

“Is that what you think I did? Tricked you?” May tightened her grip on the cup.

“What? No! That’s not what I-” Anne groaned. What to say- “You had your reasons to do what you did. What I’m trying to say is- you need trust. A lot of it. Without that, sex is just- dirty. Evil.”

“There’s that word again,” May muttered. It was only then Anne realised what she meant. “Okay, so you get married. Then what? You settle down? Give up your job; become a housewife? Like you’re supposed to?”

Anne shook her head. “That- that’s not up to me.”

“Then who, Annie?” May place a hand on Anne’s. “Listen to me. If you spend your entire life living by someone else’s rules, bending over backwards to do what they want, then you’ll never be truly happy. Chances are, neither will they. Whoever they are.”

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This isn’t really a second chapter, but it is a sequel, to “With Wendy’s Guidance,” which evidently left some readers wanting more of Wendy, James, and the nameless narrator lucky enough to have both of them.

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As you recall, as I certainly do, and often, early April of my junior year at college was very…interesting. Dear, sweet Wendy, my gorgeous and sexy girlfriend, had vacationed cross-country with her parents, and I’d headed off to a speech convention, which turned into my first experience fucking another guy.

No, really.

Don’t get me wrong, there is no way I’d leave Wendy for anyone else, regardless of their experience or sex. She is, for me, the ideal woman in so many ways. Happy, vivacious (that’s a great word for her!), and totally in love with me, Wendy simply had no equal in any of my past relationships.

Her hair was a wonderful mix of auburn and copper, above and below, a gorgeous mane that spilled down her back, since she’d let it grow out the past few months. When she showered, it now stretched down to the small of her back, and more than once she came out of the bathroom naked except for her tresses, through which her nipples would play peek-a-boo until she lay down, warm and eager, next to me.

Like most redheads, her skin was fair as marble, but much softer and warmer. She had worked to get a little color, and sunbathed in the nude sometimes to avoid the inevitable cottontail she would have earned wearing a swimsuit. Her deep blue eyes and engaging smile were the least of her beauty, and far more than I thought I sometimes deserved. She kept fit, with a flat expanse of tummy between her inviting bush and the delicious breasts she flaunted every time she had the chance.

Any other woman might have run screaming from the room when she found out I’d let an old friend, a guy no less, fuck me when she was out of town. Wendy was different; she loved to ask me questions about it, and clearly wished she’d been able to watch, and maybe even participate.

Once when I was out of town visiting my parents for the weekend, she got herself off over the phone while having me recap those April exploits with James, my speech and erstwhile fuck partner. She urged me to describe, again, the sensation of having a cock in my mouth, and the feel of James’ loins spurting hot semen all over my tongue and face. “God, honey, I wish I’d been there!” she said as I heard her orgasm releasing. I came myself, remembering the fun I’d had, and wishing she’d been there, too.

It was early June, and my last final had been on Tuesday, in History. Wendy had studied the whole week on Art Appreciation, and the Thursday morning final would be her last for the school year. For four days, we had no sex at all. Strange, I know, but my Wendy could really focus when necessary, and I’d pulled a couple of lonely all-nighters studying in the campus library until they threw us all out at midnight. Too tired to be horny, I’d promised myself I would work on her as soon as we had the chance.

Wednesday night, she came into her room, where I was sleeping, and practically passed out until morning, fully clothed. I awoke as she was sitting up, pulling off her blue pastel sweater to replace it with something less rumpled. Since meeting Wendy, I always slept naked, not wanting to have anything delay our need to rut, morning, noon or night.

My cock was fully awake, even though my eyes were bleary with sleep, and I reached over for her bare back as her sweater hit the floor. “Morning, babe,” I mumbled, cupping her ass at an angle that threatened to sprain my wrist. “What time’s your final?”

Wendy turned, and favored me with an exhausted grin, the kind that told me she’d rather have been fucking lazily all morning and afternoon than doing anything else. “About twenty minutes, honey. No time to take care of”—she stroked my erection quickly and lovingly through the sheets—”Mister Happy right now. Can’t miss this one. The final’s half my grade.” She turned and leaned over to kiss me, opening her mouth too briefly, even as she patted my cock with her free hand, letting her tongue pass between my lips with a quick promise of more later. “We’ll take care of him, and you, when I get back. Wish me luck!”

She pulled a fresh pair of overalls out of her dresser, shimmied into them, and strode out of the room while pulling on a lemon yellow sleeveless top, which barely hid her bra strap, or anything else I wanted to get off of her body so I could get her on top of me and start to fuck. Her beautiful, full breasts, surmounted by soft, pink nipples just the right size for nibbling and sucking on, filled my mind and I moaned softly, but she didn’t hear me, or pretended not to. I could almost feel the warm wetness of her absent cunt, first rubbing on my crotch, her moan as she popped it inside her, and the motion of her hips humping me as she squeezed the walls of her pussy together, riding dikmen escort me for all I was worth.

The outside door slammed, and I heard Wendy lock it, then her footsteps down the walkway fading as she went to her car and drove off. All the while, my right hand was working on my shaft through the soft cotton sheets her parents had bought, almost like flannel, and a deep, luscious red that brought out the best in our lovemaking.

With my darling girlfriend gone for at least a couple of hours, and horny as hell, I started to jack myself off in earnest. The sheet was thin enough that the shape of my erect cock was plain to see to anyone else in the room, or would have been if anyone had been there, but I was alone, and ready to get myself off. Stroking my hard-on through the cover felt almost like Wendy rubbing through my pants at the theater, or just before she slipped out of her shirt or sweater and bra to go down on me.

I imagined being inside her, and that my fist was her cunt, until I started humping the air, lifting her phantom buttocks off the mattress, driving inside her as deep as I could go, and hearing her moans as I thumbed her clit with one hand, gripping her ass with the other. Then, I mentally shifted her position, so her imaginary mouth was on my very real cock.

I circled my shaft with my right hand, folding up some of the crimson sheet into a makeshift hole, a sac for my cock to fuck. Panting hard, I used my left hand, which (in my mind’s eye) couldn’t reach her ass while she sucked my cock, and ran my left thumb and forefinger over my straining head, simulating her velvety tongue. I knew it wasn’t a real blowjob, and didn’t care.

Telling myself that jacking off would help me last longer for her later, I humped the air in earnest, fucking her mouth with as much intensity as my poor horny imagination could muster. A small dot of pre-cum darkened the sheet at the very top of my cock’s fuck-tent, and I knew I was close.

Since April, Wendy loved to watch me jack off, urged me to do it some mornings when I awoke ready for her, sometimes joining me herself, naked and rubbing her clit, spreading her wonderful reddish bush to show me the pink gates of heaven just beyond the cloud of red pubes. She told me once she gladly would have lain back and finger-fucked herself while watching me do myself, but she just had to watch, and didn’t want to waste any opportunity to see me taking care of my own pleasure.

“Imagine,” she once whispered to me, spreading her lips with one hand and massaging her swollen clit with two fingers of the other hand, “imagine you’re fucking him again, letting him suck your cock. Aah!” She probably would have closed her eyes to watch the scene in her own head, but she would have missed seeing my orgasm, and that was what she wanted.

“Fuck him in the ass, honey! I want to see your big cock inside his ass, pumping him full of hot cum. Oh, honey, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. His legs are up in the air, and you’re fucking his ass like it was my pussy. Keep fucking, keep fucking! Ah! Ooooh!” she panted, and I was very close then, too, watching and listening not only to her words, but the slickness of her juices, a slippery, wet sound as she brought them to coat her clit, rubbing it to the point of her own orgasm.

Her voice had risen in approaching ecstasy, and I saw the effort it was taking her not to scream her next words. Instead, they came out in a husky whisper, taut with need. “Cum, baby! Cum in his ass. Don’t pull out yet! Oh, God I want you to cum on him and in him, shoot your wad all over his face and chest, but the first spurt has to be inside him, in his asshole. I want your cum inside him, honey! Do it. Oh God you’re close I can tell oh fuck him fuck him fuck him oh baby I’m cumming too can you feel it…I…I…I…”

We came at the same moment, a trick we’d managed only once before with me inside her, and Wendy had immediately bent down to take my still spurting cock into her mouth, sucking the cum out of it, nearly making me shoot again seconds later. In the following moments, she’d transferred her mouth to mine, sharing the still-warm load she’d taken from me, with me.

I love my Wendy so very much.

My legs were shaking now, quivering with the need for release. I knew I was going to cum, and the memory of the taste of my own semen had me even hornier, if that were possible. Whipping off the covers, I started jacking my naked hard-on even faster, and felt the low roar of a building orgasm deep in my balls and belly. Without stopping to consider, I bent double, still masturbating, and brought my feet up to the headboard, aiming my cock at my own face below.

The first shot missed my open mouth, jetting instead onto my chin, where my eager tongue caught an edge of it, the merest promise of what was about to arrive. Gasping with the force of my orgasm, I felt the second spurt emek escort shoot into my open mouth, laying a line of fluid down the center of my tongue. It was hot and sticky, slippery, and I kept myself still, having found the “sweet spot” on the second try. My cum gushed into my mouth, four, five more times before the flood became a trickle, and I unbent, lying on my back and swallowing.

After the pulsing in my loins and the shaking of my legs had subsided, I glanced at the clock. Just after nine o’clock, so Wendy would be returning in another hour or so, if the final went well.

Levering myself out of bed, I went into the bathroom and showered the cum away before soaping my body off, then washed my hair. Rinsing the last of the cum off my lips and off my tongue, I stepped out and toweled off, noting my cock was still sort of semi-hard, pleased that I could still take care of Wendy when she returned in another half-hour or so.

Shaving quickly, I put on a pair of patterned boxers, then tossed on a loose pair of jeans and a blazing red t-shirt adorned with the lightning bolt and white circle of The Flash. No socks, since I didn’t expect to be wearing even this much by ten-thirty. A bowl of cereal and some apple juice on the side table, I flicked on the remote, and started watching TV, my mind completely off the shopping channel I settled on, and on Wendy’s naked body, and how we would celebrate her final, and her birthday.

Birthday?! Aw, fuck! I put down the bowl on the coffee table, sloshing only a couple of drops of milk onto it, and wishing not for the first time one of us had a dog to clean up spilled food, then bounded to the kitchen, where her wall calendar was posted by the phone. It was kind of girly, with pictures of kittens tumbling about with yarn, or sitting bemused in wicker baskets. She privately called it her Pussy Calendar, since she used it to track her periods, chuckling over being so naughty, even just with me.

I looked at the current week, and saw the times of both our finals. I didn’t live with her, at least not just yet, but she’d carefully included mine on the calendar too. Scanning to Thursday, I saw the note for her final, showing eight to ten o’clock, and a little star inked at the bottom right corner, the color of gold. I pulled the calendar gently off the hook, and flipped back to March. My birthday had the same gold star scrawled in the same spot.

It was her birthday, and I needed to do more than just fuck her to help her celebrate. My Wendy deserves that, for all she does. Thinking furiously, I realized I would have to take her to dinner at least. Fuck! You selfish asshole!, I berated myself. She was great on your birthday, and you need to do something! Right fucking now! I knew she would forgive me if I forgot; it was finals and she was like that, but I was damned if I was going to make her feel like I had forgotten.

Tossing on shoes and socks, and leaving a sticky note on the door promising to return soon, I drove down to the supermarket six blocks down the road, which had a decent if fairly generic floral department, and bought a bouquet. I’d worked in a flower shop in high school, and found roses to be appreciated but a little obvious. Checking, I saw they had snapdragons, the flower of desire, and a few pink zinnia, symbols of my lasting affection. I had the bewildered and obviously clueless middle-aged woman at the floral counter add a dozen of each to a dozen red roses, showing (of course) my love for Wendy.

I made it back to the apartment with my fragrant bundle of blossoms and hurtled up the stairs to find my note was still there. Good! I made it back before Wendy. I crumpled the note and tossed it in the wastebasket, setting the bouquet aside gently so it wouldn’t fall off the kitchen table, out of sight of the door to her apartment. Grabbing the phone, I glanced at the stove clock. It was just after ten, so I called her favorite Italian restaurant, and thankfully found a table for us at around nine o’clock that evening.

Straightening the living room as best I could with the minutes left to me, I tossed the now warm bowl of cereal in the disposal, and washed the few dishes in the sink, before wiping up the spilled milk from earlier. Her bra and panties from the previous weekend were still next to the couch, mementoes of our last passionate coupling, and I picked those and some other pieces of clothing off the floor, tossing them into the wicker laundry bin in her room. Making the bed, I was relieved to see that my cum had only, or at least mostly, only hit me, and there was no visible trace of it on the sheets. Tossing the bedspread over it and fluffing the pillow, I hoped it would show my careful consideration of how best to surprise her, and not betray the frantic speed with which I’d started.

Then, I settled down to wait. I should vacuum, I thought, then saw it was ten-thirty already. eryaman escort That won’t do. I want her to come home to a clean apartment, not see me in the middle of cleaning it. The living room looked fine, so I sat back to watch the television, which had remained steadfastly on, diligently entertaining an empty room even as I’d run around to cure my omissions.

After what seemed a long time, I looked again at the clock in the kitchen. Eleven straight up. She was late! I hoped her final hadn’t been a disaster. That would make any of my preparations seem inappropriate. I pictured Wendy collapsed against me, sobbing with the knowledge of a wasted Spring quarter.

This time I did vacuum, then dusted the living room, hoping that she would be happy when she got home, dreading that she might not be. When I finished, it was nearly eleven-thirty, and still no sign of her. By now, I was concerned something had happened to her, but had no idea what it might have been.

Just before noon, she came through the door, leaving it open behind her. At the sound of her key, I’d grabbed the bouquet, still fresh, and held it behind my back. Wendy walked in with a couple of paper sacks from the same store whose floral department had, I hoped, saved me, and set them down.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous!” I handed her the bouquet with a flourish, and swept her into my arms. She beamed at me, and accepted my kiss gratefully. Something clinked in them. “What’s that, Wendy?”

“I picked up a couple of things, in case you forgot it was my birthday. Thank you for not forgetting! I love you!” Laughing, she returned my embrace and kissed back fervently, and I felt my cock responding to the lovely warmth pressed against me. Cupping her ass, I started to kiss down her neck, intent on getting her breasts free of their underwire prison.

“Ahem.” Shit, the door’s still open! I turned my face from the hollow in Wendy’s neck, still nibbling at it, and saw a guy coming in after Wendy and shutting the door. He wore a light navy windbreaker over a polo shirt and cream-colored slacks, and I almost didn’t recognize him, at least with clothes on.

Wendy kissed me again, grinning. “Guess who I ran into after my finals?”

It was the guy who I’d watched on top of me, his dick pistoning inside my then-virgin asshole, and the same guy I’d swapped cum with after our mutual blowjobs, and the one person Wendy fantasized about seeing me get hot and heavy with. If anything, my cock was harder than ever, when I replied with a weak, “Hello, James.”

The bag, it turned out, contained some Chinese food for lunch, and three bottles of wine. I arched an eyebrow at her, and she whispered in my ear, “It is my birthday!” Nibbling on my earlobe for a fugitive second she pulled reluctantly away, and helped me get some plates out for the three of us to eat.

She’d certainly bought enough food, and I knew we’d have plenty of leftovers, no matter how much James partook in the minor feast. Over spring rolls, sweet and sour pork and Mongolian beef, we chatted about school. James had, it turned out, been in Wendy’s Art Appreciation class, which seemed odd, since he was a Communications major, working on breaking into radio. Speech forensics was more his style, not art.

“So, when did you decide to take the course?”

He smiled, blue eyes twinkling over a mouthful of the beef. “It turned out I needed some more General Ed credits, something outside my major. Wendy didn’t tell you we’ve been in the same class all quarter?” She hadn’t.

“Honey, I barely saw him. I mean, you’re the one who really knows him, right?” She did well to hide the sardonic leer I knew was lurking behind her innocent smile. She knew, and I realized that James knew she knew that he’d been the one, my first blowjob. It seemed impossible that the subject hadn’t come up while they were in class, or study hall, and she was right.

I do know him better, and not just in a Biblical sense. I laughed at the image of what my old minister would have said to the sight of my sucking off another guy, letting him shoot his seed—that’s what they called it in the Good Book—into my mouth and swallowing all of it. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

What the hell is going on? Does she want to talk more about it, maybe get his memories of the event? Still, it was her birthday, and I wasn’t going to spoil it for her. I shifted in my chair, and regretted it instantly, as the taut denim rubbed at my shaft, awakening it as I wolfed down my lunch, wishing I was gorging myself on her tits and pussy instead. My hard-on twitched in sympathy, wanting to bury itself in a warm, moist place right now, but being held back like a horny dog by its master.

“So, James, what did you think of the class?” I hoped they didn’t realize I was trying very hard to change the subject away from double entendres.

He grinned again, his twinkling blue eyes the perfect complement to Wendy’s own, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Why is he here?

James told us both how much he’d enjoyed the class, and Wendy’s insights into many of the artists, Monet and Klimt in particular, though I could swear that at least once he’d left the “m” out of the latter’s name. Wendy must have heard it too, because she chuckled a couple of times.

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Chapter 2: Secret Friends

Where was all of that bright sunlight coming from? I thought, shielding my closed eyes. I slowly turned and stretched on the long couch. What the Hell! Then I remembered. I was at the lake house. I rolled off the couch and up to my feet. Wow, that’s too fucking bright, and stumbled into the kitchen.

“Ah, fresh coffee. All is not lost.” I said, looking out the kitchen window.

The large lake below shimmered as the sunlight bounced off its tiny waves. Must be nice to wake up to this everyday, I thought, enviously. After throwing some water on my face, I could see Tom and Scott with fishing poles heading for the lake. Do I have the energy to join them? I asked myself. “Give me a break!” I poured another cup and lit up a smoke, taking in the sights and sounds of the lake.

Time to clean up my act. Where’s the shower in this joint? The girls were upstairs somewhere. There’s got to be one up there, I surmised. I climbed the stairs and walked down a long hall to the bathroom. The bathroom was immense and had a triple-sized shower. Man, this would make a great dormitory! I thought, and found the soap and towels. I took a relaxing, fifteen-minute shower and thought back to last night’s escapades. I toweled off and noticed a door at the other end of the bathroom. That must be an adjoining bedroom. Refreshed, I decided to investigate.

It was a bedroom, and surprise, surprise! There on the king size bed were the three little bears fast cebeci escort asleep -or should I say little beavers. A large, white satin sheet barely covered all of them. I could see they had discarded their nightshirts, and were all in the raw. Even without makeup, these sleeping beauties were quite attractive. Barb lying in the middle, between Angie and Samantha, was the first to stir. She rubbed her eyes and noticed me, at the foot of the bed. She motioned me to join her and moved to make room for me. I dropped my towel and quietly crawled in between her and Angie.

“Aren’t these the nicest people, Donny?” She whispered and smiled.

I agreed and added how accommodating they were. “Did you get major league fucked last night?” She asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, me too,” she went on, “God, I must have really been drunk!”

We decided it was fun to try something different, and to take it for what it was worth, and nothing more. The more we whispered; I could see Angie was stirring. We pulled the satin sheet off of her to get her reaction. She mumbled something in her sleep and reached for the sheet. I kept it teasingly out of her reach. She reached over for it again and felt my hairy leg. She turned over and about knocked me over with her huge melons.

“Hi, Donny. How are you this morning?” She asked, closing her eyes again. She nodded off, leaving her hand on my thigh.

“So, did it get too warm for çukurambar escort you girls last night?” I asked Barb, noticing they were missing their nightshirts.

Barb put her hand behind my head, and drew me close to her face. She looked me dead in the eyes. “These girls were really nice to me last night,” she whispered.

I smiled and nodded for her to tell me more. She went on to describe how they took her into the shower and bathed her. She went into such detail, describing every nuance of what happened. I started to get a boner, imagining the lesbian orgy. As my cock got harder, Angie felt it stirring and started stroking it, under the sheet. I was leaning toward Barb and facing her, while Angie pressed up against my back with her massive tits. She was definitely awake, but Barb couldn’t see her. Gazing into Barb’s eyes, and hearing her describe last night’s lust was exciting. It was even more erotic to have another woman jacking me off at the same time.

What I wasn’t aware of, was that Samantha had quietly awoke and was doing the same to Barb under the sheet, from her side. The more Barb described the intensity of their lovemaking, the deeper Sam fingered her. Her words started to get choppy and her eyes rolled back in her head a few times. I figured that her memories of last night was rekindling an orgasm. She started shaking at her climax.

“Donny, kiss me. Kiss me now!” I muffled her demetevler escort words with my mouth on hers. Angie had inched down my back and turned me on my back. She sucked me in and buried my cock deep in her throat. She locked it there and used her throat muscles to make me cum.

I was still in a deep kiss with Barb, and I could see she was cuming. In the throws of her passion, she broke our kiss and threw down the sheet, exposing our secret friends. Barb looked down, breathing heavily and saw Angie with a mouthful of my cock. I looked down and saw Sam’s head buried in Barb’s pussy. We each laughed quickly, then exploded.

“Oh God, that’s it!” I yelled pouring a steamy load of cum into Angie’s throat.

She gagged, but didn’t stop sucking. Barb grabbed Sam’s head and held tight, while she writhed in delight. “Fuck -Fuck, Oh God, don’t stop!”

I reached down to Angie’s head with one hand and stroked her blonde hair. With the other hand, I grabbed Barb’s tit and squeezed it. We kissed and held each other. The girls came up to join our embrace.

“Good morning everybody!” Said Sam, picking one of Barb’s pubic hairs out of her mouth. I smiled at her.

“Barb, look, I think Angie has something for us,” said Sam, seeing that Angie had a mouthful.

Angie leaned over me and started to give Barb a kiss. As Barb opened her mouth, Angie let my cum roll into her mouth. There was so much that it seeped out the sides and Sam quickly helped lick it up from both of their lips.

“Ummm, Donny, you taste good,” said Sam.

“There’s nothing like a hard cock in your throat in the morning,” said Angie, in her debutante voice.

We laughed, got up and had a world-class shower together. Looking out from the deck, we could see Tom’s boat heading toward shore.

…continued with Wild Night 3

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