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The weekend seemed to go fast. He accompanied Caroline to a couple of unremarkable bookings in different flats. He took Layla to see the client who liked to be sodomised. Ron was glad he couldn’t see what was going on. He heard the noises the man was making.

Annabelle had a client come to the flat in Pimlico. They spent the whole ninety minutes in the jacuzzi. He took Caroline out again on the Sunday night, to a flat in Ladbroke Grove. Caroline had seemed to really hit it off with the client, she said he was young and attractive. Toby rang Ron just after they got back to Pimlico. He needed him all that week to mind another rich American couple. Toby said that there’d been stuff on the news in America about moped gangs in London, and the couple were worried about being robbed. They were renting a place in Knightsbridge for the week.

Ron would have liked to have seen Emma, but she was staying with Le Brodeur at his country house in Somerset. She’d told him that she liked Le Brodeur, and that she was making great money with him.

***

The couple were called Ted and Elaine. They were old. They told Ron that they were from a place called Park Slopes in Brooklyn, New York City. Elaine told him she was a tenured professor at a university on Staten Island, and Ron pretended he knew what a tenured professor was. Ted said he was an accountant; he worked in Manhattan. Ron thought that Ted and Elaine looked healthy, wholesome, and fit for their age. He thought they seemed like impressive people.

Ron followed the satnav on his phone to the house they had rented. It took them onto the Brompton Road, towards Harrods, before he had to turn off and go around some back doubles. They ended up in a small square. Compact, white stucco town houses went around it, and there was a small, well-tended garden in the middle. Ron thought the square was beautiful, he thought it was one of the prettiest places he had ever seen in London. He knew from the satnav that he could physically throw a stone from the square and have it land back on the Brompton Road, one of the busiest places in London, but the square was serene and quiet, to the point where you could almost feel like you were in a village somewhere. Elaine told him the owner had said that when the houses went up, at the start of the nineteenth century, English Guards had moved their mistresses in so that they could come from their barracks to have what Elaine called, “nookie.” Ron said that he had been in the Guards, and Elaine asked him if he’d had a mistress. Ron laughed and told her that he was a ranker, that the men who had bought these places would have been officers.

Ted and Elaine were excited about being in London and wanted to go sightseeing as soon as possible. Once they got inside the house, they put some stuff away quickly, before asking Ron to take them to Buckingham Palace. Ron thought that he’d rather be attacked by a shark than go to Buckingham Palace yet again.

***

Ron told them that he was happy to drive them around, but that with the time it would take to find parking, it might be easier to the use the underground. They took the Piccadilly Line to Green Park.

As they walked down towards the palace, Ted commented that the park was kind of plain, that it was just a field. Ron told them that there was a reason for that. He’d found out from the walking tour he’d been on with Marc and Kendall that Green Park had been built in the time of King Charles II. He’d been a serial womaniser, and his wife, the Queen, had insisted that there not be any bushes or trees in Green Park where he could sneak off with one of his mistresses.

It was yet another beautiful day; it had been an amazing summer. When they got down to it, the Palace was heaving with tourists. Ron felt much happier when they let him take them into St James’ Park, where they were able to find a bit if shade amongst the trees. Elaine said she thought St James Park was beautiful.

They walked through the park and beside the Admiralty building on to Whitehall. Ron thought Ted and Elaine were really excited, seeing all the famous sites. They seemed very impressed by Big Ben, despite the scaffolding. They saw Westminster Abbey. Elaine said that in America, they’d seen Prince William getting married there, live on TV. She said it had been a big deal in America.

***

Toby had told Ron that Ted and Elaine would be needing him until Saturday morning, when he would be taking them to Gatwick. He’d be working from ten in the morning to ten at night. He’d have an hour for lunch if he wanted it, when it was convenient for Ted and Elaine. He’d told Toby he needed Tuesday night off because he was taking Annabelle and Marie to the club. Ron had been in touch with Katie; he said he wouldn’t be able to do much that week. He said he was sorry for the inconvenience. Katie had been frustrated, but she’d been alright about it. She asked if he could have his phone handy, and that if something did go wrong, could he just tell his tourist people that he had an emergency he atakent escort had to deal with? Ron said that would be ok.

In the afternoon, Ron took Ted and Elaine to the British Museum, in Bloomsbury. They’d seen the Elgin Marbles. Ron thought Ted and Elaine had enjoyed themselves, but they were visibly starting to flag. They went back to Knightsbridge, and Ted and Elaine had a sleep. Ron read his book and watched television. Ron thought the house was lovely.

Ted and Elaine came downstairs again at nine. They were jet-lagged. They said they just wanted something simple and easy for dinner. Ron took them to a pizza place. He asked them if it reminded them of home and Elaine said that it did.

Emma phoned Ron while they were eating. He went outside onto the street to take the call.

‘Hello you,’ said Emma. Ron was reminded how much he liked the sound of her voice, and her posh accent.

‘Hey, you ok?’ asked Ron.

‘I’m great. I’ve just got back, this afternoon. I was hoping to see you. Are you free tonight?’ asked Emma.

‘I finish at ten. I can get over then,’ said Ron.

‘That would be great,’ said Emma.

‘How did it go, your weekend away,’ asked Ron.

‘It was lovely, it was really fun,’ said Emma.

‘I’m glad… Ok, I’ll see you later on,’ said Ron.

‘Ok,’ said Emma.

***

Despite their sleep, Ted and Elaine were shattered. They left the Pizza place and wanted to go back to the house and back to bed. Ron was starting to really like the pair of them. They were obviously well-off, but they were nice, they didn’t seem stuck up, and they didn’t take themselves seriously. Ted would refer to Elaine as “the boss.” Because of his accent, Ron thought it sounded like “baawwrse.” Ted told him that that was a New York accent. He said he’d be born in Manhattan and had always lived in New York.

Ron asked them what they wanted to do the next day. Elaine said they wanted to go back to Bloomsbury, to see some places where a famous poet called Dylan Thomas had been known to frequent. Ron was embarrassed that he hadn’t heard of the poet. He was buzzing. Emma ringing had lifted his spirits. Ted asked Ron if he’d drive him to a “store,” before he left for the night. Ron took him to a supermarket, then dropped him off and headed to Emma’s.

***

‘Anthony mentioned you,’ said Emma. She and Ron were lying in bed. Emma had got up to go to the toilet. When she’d come back, Cuddles the cat had come in with her. Cuddles nestled in under the covers and Ron made a fuss of him.

‘Really?’ said Ron.

‘He did. You have some mutual acquaintances. He said he had some chums in the guards who knew you. He said he’d spoken to them in his club and they remembered you. They said they hadn’t wanted you to leave their regiment. I believe you were described as: a bloody good sergeant and a bloody good bloke,’ said Emma. She said the last sentence attempting to imitate Anthony Le Brodeur’s voice.

‘Wow. That’s nice to hear,’ said Ron. There was a club on Piccadilly, facing Green Park, for ex and current officers in Cavalry and Guards regiments of the British Army. Toby was a member and Ron assumed Le Brodeur was too. It wouldn’t have surprised Ron if it was Toby who’d said that.

‘Is that true? Were you good?’ asked Emma.

‘Yeah,’ he said.

‘Well that doesn’t surprise me at all,’ said Emma.

‘So, things are going well, with him?’ asked Ron.

‘They really are!’ said Emma.

‘I’m glad they are,’ said Ron.

‘I’m going back next weekend as well,’ said Emma.

‘Christ. Is he falling for you?’ asked Ron.

‘I don’t know, maybe!’ said Emma.

‘Are you falling for him?’ asked Ron.

‘No. He’s great, he’s gorgeous, but I’m not going to fall for him,’ said Emma.

‘No?’ asked Ron.

‘No. We are having a very nice time though,’ said Emma.

‘Well, long may it continue,’ said Ron.

‘Absolutely. I’m out of debt,’ said Emma.

‘Really? That’s great!’ said Ron.

‘I know,’ said Emma.

‘How long will you keep doing this now?’ asked Ron.

‘…I’ll just keep going,’ said Emma.

‘Oh. Ok. I thought perhaps this was just to sort out the credit card stuff,’ said Ron.

‘Lord no. I’ve been selling myself since I was a bloody teenager! I don’t know anything else. Were you hoping I’d stop?’ said Emma.

‘No… I don’t know. I wouldn’t judge you, I’ve never judged any of you,’ said Ron.

‘Of course not. Would you only marry me and keep me if I went and worked in Sainsbury’s?’ asked Emma.

‘You like winding me up, don’t you?’ asked Ron.

‘Yes,’ said Emma.

‘Wait, did you say you’ve been working since you’re a teenager?’ asked Ron.

‘Yes. At school. I used to prostitute myself for biscuits!’ said Emma. She was laughing, but Ron was shocked.

‘Really?’ asked Ron.

‘Indeed, I did. Biscuits, CDs, makeup. I started early,’ said Emma.

‘Is beykent escort that a normal thing at boarding school?’ said Ron.

‘People wanted me, I knew that, so I used it,’ said Emma.

‘So, you were always bi?’ asked Ron.

‘Didn’t have any choice! I rocked up at school when I was twelve. My mum and dad dropped me off, and I was left in this dorm with a bunch of older girls. I’d never been away from home before. I was in bed, clutching on to my toy lamb, who was called Runner, who I still have by the way… and I’m trying not to cry my eyes out because I’m so homesick. I could hear the other girls moving. I had a look, and they’d taken one of the mattresses off and put it on the floor… and the biggest one said, take your clothes off and get on that mattress,’ said Emma.

‘Are you serious now, is this something that actually happened?’ asked Ron.

‘Yes. Anyway, of course I said no and started crying, and the biggest one, who was called Ursula Atherington, I’ll never forget her, hit me around the face a few times. So, I changed my mind. They did what they wanted, and bloody kept doing what they wanted,’ said Emma. She was talking in such a matter of fact way that Ron almost thought she was joking.

‘Fuck me,’ said Ron.

‘No, they fucked me. And that carried on until I got a bit bigger and learnt to stick up for myself. But I’d started liking what they did to me, so I kept going. I had loads of fun, and I had all the biscuits I wanted,’ said Emma.

‘Are you not bothered about all this?’ asked Ron.

‘No. It was years ago,’ said Emma.

‘Fuck me,’ said Ron. He held Emma tightly.

‘Oh my God! You’re more upset than I am about it!’ said Emma.

‘That’s fucking horrendous!’ said Ron.

‘It was years ago… But, Ron, can you see how it might amuse me when other people are so wet, and start crying their eyes out just because I tell them they’ve put on some weight, or if I tell them that they’re lipstick doesn’t go with their top. Then I’m the bitch,’ said Emma.

‘Did you do anything about it?’ asked Ron.

‘You don’t know how boarding schools work Ron,’ said Emma.

‘Christ,’ said Ron.

‘Don’t worry about it. I certainly don’t… Anthony said something else about you,’ said Emma.

‘What?’ asked Ron.

‘He mentioned a conversation you had where you suggested there might be dire consequences if he mistreated me,’ said Emma.

‘Right… Ok, I’d rather he hadn’t said that to you, but it did happen. It was just after that thing with the geezer who went for you, do you remember?’ said Ron.

‘I do remember. It’s quite nice to know that someone’s looking out for me Ron,’ said Emma.

‘I’m always looking out for you,’ said Ron.

‘Thank you, Ron,’ said Emma. She kissed Ron on the mouth. Ron thought it was a very nice kiss.

***

The next day, Ron, Ted and Elaine went back to Bloomsbury. Elaine was in charge of proceedings. She had a book about walking ‘literary London.’ They saw some pubs that the poet Dylan Thomas drank in. Ron didn’t like Bloomsbury very much. It was one of those places in central London where all the houses probably cost a couple of million pounds each but looked run down and tatty, rough round the edges.

In the afternoon they went to a museum in a house in the City of London. It was in a square in one of the Inns of Court, where barristers and solicitors lived and worked. Ron thought the museum was pretty boring, and he suspected that Ted and Elaine thought the same, even if they pretended otherwise. Ron liked the architecture in the area around the museum. The square was large, and he liked the houses. It seemed like a lively place, there were a lot of people.

Ted and Elaine ate dinner in a small Indian restaurant in Knightsbridge. Elaine had read that curry was the UK’s national dish, so she wanted to try some. The way that she and Ted pronounced the word “curry” amused Ron. They insisted that Ron eat with them, which Ron really appreciated. He recommended that they both have Chicken Tikka; he didn’t want them ordering anything too spicy. They said they really liked their food. Ron left them just before nine. He was taking Annabelle to the club. He knew there was a chance that Marie might be coming as well. He knew that if she did, his evening might well be awkward and painful, but he remembered when the man had gone into the glory hole room and started groping random women. If someone did that to Marie or Annabelle, Ron intended to strongly object to such behaviour.

He got back to Pimlico feeling stressed. The amount of time it had taken him to drive such a relatively short distance had frustrated him. As he went in the door, he consciously hoped that Marie would not be there, that she would not be coming.

She was sat on the settee. Ron thought she looked good.

***

‘Hi,’ said Ron.

‘Hi, you ok?’ asked Marie.

‘Great thanks, you alright?’ said Ron.

‘I’m büyükçekmece escort Good. Annie’s getting ready,’ said Marie.

It felt awkward.

‘You look great, Marie,’ said Ron.

She was wearing black leather boots which went to just below her knee. He’d seen her wearing them before when she was at work. She had on a black dress; it was either leather or PVC made to look like leather. Ron thought she looked better than he had ever seen her look.

‘Thank you,’ said Marie. She didn’t look at him as she said it. Her hair was up, but she touched it with her hand, smoothed the hair on the right side of her head. Ron thought he was making her uncomfortable again.

‘Right, I’ll get changed, I’ll be back out now,’ he said.

‘Ok,’ said Marie.

Ron went to his room. He changed, then waited. He didn’t want to go back to the front room until Annabelle was out there. He felt frustrated. He loved Marie, and he wanted her. He thought they’d been mates, that they’d been close. He remembered how she’d kissed him, and what she’d said to him outside her flat. Maybe she’d said that stuff because she felt sorry for him because he was broken after Afghan, but Ron realised he’d take that. He’d take her sympathy for ever and ever rather than feeling fucking awkward, and her looking like she didn’t want to be in a room with him. He thought the awkwardness was probably how it was going to be now.

He heard Annabelle come out of her room. He waited a minute or so then went out. He could smell Annabelle’s perfume.

‘Good evening Mr Ron,’ said Annabelle.

‘Good evening Miss Annabelle,’ said Ron.

Annabelle hugged Ron and kissed him.

Ron thought that it was generally hard for Annabelle to look anything but gorgeous, but he looked at her now and he felt that even by her standards, she’d pushed the boat out. She had a black dress on like Marie, but it was even shorter. The dress was cut very low at the bust, and she seemed to be wearing a push up bra. Ron was a red-blooded male; he was used to being around Annabelle and having a strong temptation to jump on her, but tonight, looking at her dressed like that, he felt himself becoming aroused just being stood by her. If they’d stayed there like that, he thought he would have got an erection, just from looking at her.

They had ten minutes before the taxi was supposed to arrive. Ron, and Annabelle sat down.

‘How’s your day been, both?’ said Annabelle.

‘Crap,’ said Marie.

‘Oh no, why?’ asked Annabelle.

‘Loads to do, not enough time,’ said Marie.

‘Essays?’ asked Annabelle.

‘No, I did my essay. It’s the actual work stuff. I assess people then have to write up the assessment, and it takes ages. I was writing up a risk assessment for a patient today and the computer crashed, and I lost a load of work. I nearly started pulling my fucking hair out,’ said Marie.

‘Oh no!’ said Annabelle.

‘So I need this, tonight. I’m off tomorrow, I’m supposed to be studying but I’m just going to stay in bed,’ said Marie.

‘Marie’s getting pissed!’ said Annabelle.

‘I certainly am,’ said Marie.

Ron wondered how the evening was going to go.

***

Ron was struck by how dirty the streets looked in Soho. He’d never liked the place, and he’d never understood why so many people seemed to be drawn to it, as if they felt compelled to go there and mooch around the streets. The club was on a back double and when the taxi took them off of the beaten track, suddenly there was no one around. The contrast was striking.

Ron recognised the street where the club was. Someone had spray painted LUFC, in white paint, on the shutters of a shop a couple of doors away from the club’s entrance. There was a queue outside the entrance to the club. Ron could see the women who were waiting to go in. He didn’t think a single one of them looked as good as Annabelle and Marie. They joined the queue and waited to be let in. No one in the queue was saying much. He looked at faces, and he thought the people looked excited to get inside, but they seemed oddly silent. The men queuing up noticed Marie and Annabelle.

They’d had a chat before they left about how it would go. Ron said that in the main bit of the club there was security about, so he wasn’t too worried about anyone trying anything there. He said he’d prefer that neither Marie nor Annabelle went into a gloryhole room without him. They’d said they were ok with that.

When they got down the stairs, through the metal doors and into the club, Ron remembered that he was going to have to drink fucking bourbon all night. He mimed holding a glass to his mouth to Marie and Annabelle. They had to shout what they wanted to drink into his ear as the dance music was so loud. They stood together while Ron got served at the bar. He could see them looking around at other people in the club. Marie seemed to be looking around like a lion looking for antelope. The drinks came in plastic glasses, which reminded Ron, bizarrely, of being at the football.

Annabelle sipped her drink, but Marie tipped hers straight down. A few minutes later, Annabelle finished her gin and Marie hurried to the bar.

‘Ron, if she goes on a mad one tonight, and if it makes you feel rubbish, you come and find me and we’ll have a cuddle and a chat, ok?’ Annabelle said into his ear.

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Thank you to my editor, drbob80, leftylooo and lancerinLA.

If you’ve been following along, this is the continuing story of Chris, Joni and Sara. If you haven’t, you might want to look at the previous chapters to get a sense of the story.

Thanks for reading.

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The ringing of the doorbell shattered the beauty and peace of the moment. Evidently, the pizza had arrived. Joni sat up and looked at me. “Chris, there is a wallet in my bag, would you bring it to me?”

I went and got her wallet and she handed me enough money for the pizza and the tip. I pulled on my trunks and went to answer the door. The pizza guy was not a guy, but a girl, Teddi Malone, with whom Joni, Sara and I had graduated. Teddi was about Joni’s height, but with the biggest tits I had ever seen in my life. She was dressed in a delivery uniform intended to minimize her assets, but I knew the real deal.

I was surprised. “Teddi? What are you doing delivering pizza?” I asked.

She smiled and said, “Hi Chris. My dad bought Giovanni’s last year and I’ve been working for him. My little brother usually does all the deliveries, but he’s at football camp, so I’m stuck doing it until this weekend. It’s wearing my ass out!”

I laughed and said, “Well, at least football camp is only one week. It could be worse!”

“Yeah,” she answered, “I could have to do this until I leave for school. Instead, I’ll be done with it Friday and don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She smiled at me.

“That’s cool,” I answered.

“Hey, Chris,” Joni’s voice drifted down from upstairs. “Is that the pizza or not? We’re starving!”

Teddi’s eyes grew huge. “Is that Joni Williams?” She whispered. “And who is we?”

I just smiled. “Here’s sixteen bucks, Teddi, that covers it right?”

She just nodded, handed me the pizza, took the money, and said, “I’ll be free after eight every night.” She smiled sweetly at me.

‘OK, what the hell is happening to me?’ I thought. ‘Teddi is another hot girl that never looked at me in school and unless I’m misreading this, now SHE’S flirting with me! Where the fuck were these girls two years ago?’

Suddenly, she grabbed the pizza back and wrote a number on the box. “Call me, OK?”

“Teddi, I don’t know if you know, but I’m leaving for the Navy a week from tomorrow.” I explained. “I’m not sure we’re gonna have time to get together.”

She cocked her head to one side and then grinned. “You’ve got time for Joni and whoever, but you don’t have time for me?”

“OK, I’m not making any promises, but I’ll try.” I said, “Is that good enough?”

“It’ll have to do, big boy!” Teddi laughed and gave me a quick kiss, her tongue flashing into my mouth. “Have a good time tonight!” Then she was gone.

I stood there a little stunned, watching her ass sway to her car. I shook my head in wonder, I went into the kitchen and grabbed some sodas and paper plates and napkins and then went up the stairs loaded down with all that stuff. I was more stunned when I got to the bedroom to find Joni and Sara locked in a 69, Joni on top, of course.

“What? Did you guys get lonely?” I asked sarcastically. “Or are we practicing for cold nights at Marquette?”

I heard Joni snort with laughter and Sara giggle. A muffled, “We’ll be with you in a minute Chris, we’re both so close.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I said as I stripped out of my trunks. “I like pizza and porn, and this is better. I can touch the stars of the scene.”

I reached over and caressed Joni’s ass and I heard her sigh. I decided I would help Sara with Joni so I got on my knees behind Joni and teased her little bottom with my dick. She giggled, squirmed, and pushed back at me. I withdrew my dick from her, leaned down, and licked her bottom and she squealed in delight and pushed back harder. I made my tongue into a little, tight roll and wriggled it into her little crinkle and she pushed back once again. I pulled away, Joni moaning her disappointment, and crawled around and found one of Sara’s tiny boobs. Sucking it gently between my lips, I teased it with my tongue before softly nipping it between my teeth. Sara yelped and then sighed. I nipped a couple more times before grabbing the KY off the bedside table and moving back to Joni’s butt.

I slathered her butt with the cold (She voiced her discontent with the coldness) gel before coating my throbbing rod. Getting back to my knees, I lined up and slowly pushed my dick deeply into her ass, Joni pushing back the entire time. Instead of fucking her and interrupting their coupling, I stayed deeply plugged in and just pulsed my dick. Joni soon started shuddering and I could feel her butt clenching around my cock in orgasm. I could see her reach around Sara’s leg and start to work on Sara’s cunt with her fingers along with her tongue and Sara soon followed Joni into orgasm. As soon as Sara started wiggling out from under Joni, I started fucking Joni’s ass in earnest. Sara spun around and was kissing Joni and holding her as we fucked. After a couple of minutes, I felt my balls tighten up and the tingle start at the head of my esenyurt escort dick and work its way down to my balls and then I was coming. I filled Joni’s ass once again and then I pulled out, completely spent.

Joni fell forward into Sara’s arms and they cuddled for a few minutes as I sat back on my heels. Finally, they scooted apart and held their arms out to me. I crawled between them and they each started peppering my face with kisses, and bumping into one another, they stopped kissing me for a moment and exchanged a deep kiss, open-eyed, staring into the eyes of the other. Then they returned to teasing me with tiny, light kisses and licks all around my face.

Suddenly Joni pulled back. “Hey, isn’t the pizza here?”

“Wham, Bam, Thank You, Chris?” I laughed.

Joni started laughing, too. “Yeah, something like that.”

Sara said, “Huh? What did I miss?”

Joni said, “I’ll explain it later, I think you had to be there.”

“OK,” Sara said slowly and suspiciously.

After I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, I got the stuff out and spread it out and we sat on the floor, naked and started to eat. For a little girl Joni went after food with such gusto that it made me laugh and I commented on her hunger.

Joni narrowed her eyes and glared at me. “Watch it Studley, Sara and I may leave you to your own devices tonight!”

I threw up my hands, “I give, you win.”

She grinned and shook her head. We had each eaten several pieces of pizza in virtual silence before she stopped, looked at me and said, “Hey, what took so long to bring the pizza up?” Obviously, she had just remembered.

“Teddi Malone delivered it and we were talking.” I said, not thinking much of it.

“Tits Malone? She was here? What did she say? Did she ask about me….us? Are you fucking her, too?” Joni rapid fired questions and her eyes filled with tears.

“Joni? What’s going on? What’s the matter?” I was confused by Joni’s obvious dismay.

Joni sat there crying and Sara scooted over and put her arms around Joni. Joni nestled into Sara’s shoulder and just sobbed. I was speechless and just sat there.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Joni,” I said softly. “Joni, what’s wrong? What did I do?”

Joni sniffled and sobbed into Sara’s shoulder before composing herself a little. She turned and laid her head on Sara’s shoulder, Sara still holding her tightly. “Tits has always been jealous of me. Every year she tried out for cheerleading and every year she was the last cut. She was actually pretty good, but, there was always a balance issue with her tits in the pyramid kind of stuff. She’s gorgeous and those tits make her stand out and Coach Kamen always wanted her to be in the squad, but Coach was afraid those tits were gonna get one of us hurt, so in the end, Tits ALWAYS got cut. For some reason, she started focusing on me as the source of her disappointment. If I liked a guy, Tits somehow got in between him and me. She managed to break up many of my friendships with girls, other than the girls on the squad, with mean, untrue stories or whatever. I’ve tried to talk to her, but she always turns up her nose at me. I was glad when we graduated because I was going to be done with her crap. She’s going to Northwestern and I didn’t think I needed to worry about her anymore. Now she’s trying that shit with you.”

“Geez, Joni, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I apologized.

She smiled sadly, “That’s OK, you couldn’t have known. Really, the reason you couldn’t have known is because, as we talked about on the island, I didn’t pay attention to you in school, so she didn’t either. I’m not trying to be mean, but that’s the way it was in school, for her. Answer a question for me, OK? Be as honest as you can with yourself and me.”

“Sure,” I said, “whatever you want to know.”

“When she came to the door, did she show any real attraction to you BEFORE she heard my voice? Or did she come onto you after I yelled?” Joni was looking straight into my eyes and smiled as she saw the realization that she was right dawn in my eyes.

“After.” I mumbled.

Joni smiled and crawled over to me. She hugged me and said sadly, “Don’t worry about it, Studley. I know those tits, that beautiful dark hair and the smile with the big dimples are hard to resist, so if you want to, go for it.”

“Joni,” I said, “I don’t want to be somebody’s revenge fuck. I won’t be seeing her. Besides, she doesn’t hold a candle to you. Every time I look at you, I can’t believe that we are together and you take my breath away.”

Joni pulled back, looked into my eyes again, seeing the truth there, with tears flowing down her cheeks, hugged me again and knocked me to the floor kissing and hugging me. Sara jumped in and they both were kissing and hugging me. It was awesome with all the skin sliding together and I was getting excited again. Joni felt my excitement and grinned at me evilly.

‘Uh-oh,’ I thought, ‘I know that look, what now?’

“Do we like this Chris?” Joni asked sweetly, rubbing her silky skin against mine, but with that evil glint başakşehir escort in her eye.

“Uh-huh.” I answered.

She glanced at Sara, some sort of unspoken communication took place, and together they slid down my body. Then Joni looked up at me and said, “No touching Studley, Sara and I will do all the touching. If you touch, we stop, understood?”

I nodded, mute.

Joni leaned across and deeply kissed Sara. They then turned and put their cheeks together and smiled lovingly at me before dipping to my stomach. They kissed my stomach together before Sara started moving toward my chest and Joni started moving in the opposite direction. Sara found my left nipple with her tongue and bathed it repeatedly, and then she started blowing cool breath on it, making it painfully hard. She finished with the left and then repeated her actions on the right, making it just as hard. Going back to the left, I thought she was going to merely repeat her actions, but I was surprised when she first teased it and then swung her leg over my chest and rubbed her pussy on my erect nipple. The feeling was exquisite; my nipple bathed in Sara’s sweetness and molded into her soft, warm, smooth pussy. I raised my chest trying to make my nipple go deeper into the warmth.

Joni raised her head and said, “Hey, no touching!”

I just moaned, “My hands haven’t left the bed, I’m just pushing back.”

Joni giggled, “Uh-huh.”

Sara continued to hump herself against my chest, her sweet nectar running all over. She slid to the other side, leaving a trail behind and started to repeat the process. This time, however, she slipped down, found the edge of my ribcage, and started humping furiously against the bony edge of my ribs, her breath coming in hard gasps. It sounded and looked like she was getting close to an orgasm as she flung her head back and closed her eyes, and increased the speed of her frenzied humping. Her body started shaking and her mouth closed into the shape of an ‘O’ and she started whispering ‘oh, oh, oh, oh’, before collapsing onto me. She slipped down and lay beside me, her head on my shoulder, kissing my neck.

In the meantime, Joni had slithered down and had gently encircled my throbbing member with her soft hand. She held it straight up from my body and kissed and licked around the base, but didn’t touch the shaft with her mouth. She moved up to the head and just breathed hotly on the tip making me moan in anticipation of a tongue touch that never came. She moved away and my anticipation changed to disappointment. Next, she let go of my rod and it slapped against my belly. She moved to my thighs kissing and licking as she went all the way to my knees before moving to my other leg. I moaned in anticipation again as she started back up towards my waiting, throbbing tool. Again, she stopped; my frustration mounting. Joni reached between my legs and forced them apart. She moved between my open thighs and onto her knees. She leaned forward and brushed her nipples across my cock, her face brushing against Sara’s back and I heard her kissing Sara’s ass as Sara rubbed herself on me. I had never felt anything like it and thrust my hips towards her chest, she giggled and easily moved away. My hips settled back to the floor and she repeated brushing her nipples on my cock. I bucked again and she moved away again. I was concentrating so hard on Joni’s tits that I was ignoring Joni’s hands. They had found their way to my butt, between my cheeks and a finger was tickling my asshole. It startled me and my hips bounced, once again off the floor.

Joni giggled, “Something bothering you, Studley?”

“No,” I murmured, “I was surprised, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” Joni replied.

Suddenly she moved away, she retrieved something from the bed and came back. She showed me the KY jelly and giggled when my eyes bugged out of my head.

“I’m gonna try something,” she said, throwing my words back at me. “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop, but I think you’re going to love it. Do you want to try something new?”

What could I say? “Uh-huh.” I mumbled.

“I’ve done a little reading, too, Studley. This should make you cum harder than you ever have in your life, so relax and enjoy it.” Joni was enjoying my trepidation and discomfort immensely.

She greased up her fingers (Yeah, fingers, like in multiple), reached down, and started tickling my ass. I didn’t exactly move away, but, I didn’t exactly welcome her fingers, either. She leaned down and took the crown of my, now flagging, cock in her mouth. Once again, she swirled her tongue around and my cock responded by regaining the full measure of hardness. Joni slowly moved her lips down my cock and the warm sensation made me momentarily forget her intent. My memory, actually all of me, was jolted by the soft, gentle intrusion of her fingertip into my ass. My hips jerked and Joni was ready for it and pulled her head back.

“Easy, Studley,” Joni admonished me. “I told you to relax. Take it from me; you REALLY need to be relaxed for this.”

My butt eased back down to the floor. Sara, trying küçükçekmece escort to be helpful, started kissing my neck and then moved to my chest. Joni lowered her head and found my purple helmet again. Between Joni’s soft lips on my cock and Sara’s on my nipples, I relaxed as I enjoyed their touch. As soon as Joni felt my body relax, she continued insinuating her finger into my ass. This time, I was ready and relaxed and it didn’t surprise me at all. She matched her pace with her mouth on my cock with the steady rhythm of her finger in my ass. Surprisingly, it was a very pleasant, erotic feeling. She continued for several minutes as my hips began matching her actions, then she wormed another finger into my ass and began lightly scraping her teeth on the skin of my cock.

Sara returned to my lips and began a long, slow, deep kiss and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that they had done this a lot, they were that much in tune with one another. The combination of the passion of the kiss and Joni’s loving tongue and lips were starting to bring me closer to the edge. Joni’s fingers just added to the feeling that my entire body was involved in the lovemaking. I felt Sara’s hand slide down my body and gently cup my balls before slipping back up to circle my cock. She then matched Joni’s pace in a feathery touch on my dick, before sliding her chest over my face and presenting a hard nipple to my greedy lips. I sucked and licked and nipped at the long protrusion from her chest. Sara withdrew to my momentary disappointment before sliding the other nipple in front of my lips, which I immediately attacked. She only left it there for a minute before again withdrawing. I moaned again while she was seemingly gone completely. Then, suddenly there was her dripping pussy in front of my face. I plunged my face hungrily into her wetness and she responded by grinding herself into my mouth.I licked and sucked and nibbled and she kept pushing down on my face. Her excitement was increasing my own excitement and Joni reacted to my response by increasing her attention to my dick. I could feel the additional saliva that she allowed to bathe my cock and her speed on my cock and in my asshole subtly increased. My hips were driving into her mouth and my cock erupted like never before as she sucked and slurped up my spend.

Joni had been right, the intensity of the orgasm was beyond anything I had ever felt. I finally ignored the rules and grabbed Sara’s hips and pulled her hard to my face, viciously assaulting her soaking pussy. I reached around behind and underneath her, thrust my thumb into her churning cunt, and tried to find her G-spot. I don’t know whether I did or not, but whatever I did was right because she squealed that she was cumming and drove her cunt hard into my face, repeatedly jamming her clit against my nose, before crumpling on top of me. I lay still for a moment and then gently tried to move her off me as I was having difficulty breathing. I succeeded in moving her limp body to the side and the first thing I saw was Joni’s beautiful radiant, smiling face. I held my arms open, she flung herself into them, and we shared Sara’s cum and mine in a mash of lips and tongues.

Joni settled down into my arms after the kiss and then turned her head and looked at Sara. “Do you think we killed her?” Joni giggled.

“Probably not,” I said, “but I think we ought to get her into the bed, along with us.”

Joni slipped off to the side and let me sit up. I looked at Sara and she was out. I got to my knees and slipping my arms under her, picked her up and laid her to one side of the bed. I covered her with the sheet and kissed her on the forehead, before turning to look at Joni. There were tears shining in her eyes.

“Joni?” I asked, “What’s wrong?” I wrapped her into my arms.

She shook her head and sniffled into my chest. “Nothing, that was just so sweet. I’m getting unhappy that you’re gonna be leaving.”

“Joni,” I said gently, “We talked about this.”

“I know,” she mumbled, “but it doesn’t have to make me happy.”

I just nodded and told her we needed to lie down. She wanted to lie in the middle next to Sara, so I shrugged and let her climb in first. She asked me to turn the light on in Mom’s bathroom so Sara could see if she needed to go in there in the middle of the night, so I did. Joni settled into my arms and we drifted off to sleep.

I slept soundly all night, my dreams were now a jumble of Eva, Joni and Sara. I slept quite happily and contentedly with my memories and dreams. I knew that Joni was folded neatly in my arms and that knowledge added to my happiness. I was still asleep, but drifting towards wakefulness when I felt Joni move away. In my semi-awake state, I figured she was headed to the bathroom, but I became aware that she hadn’t left the bed. I opened my eyes and saw Joni on her knees between Sara’s legs. I lifted my head slightly to see better and saw Joni’s eyes flicker in my direction. She slightly shook her head, which I took to mean that she didn’t want me to move and disturb Sara. I watched the beautiful coupling unfolding before me, the best I could from my position on the bed. Joni was kissing along the inside of Sara’s thighs and it looked like she was barely grazing the skin, teasing Sara with her tongue and lips. I glanced at Sara’s face and her eyes were closed with a blissful smile. I looked back down at Joni and she was continuing to tease, licking and kissing around Sara’s pussy, but never making direct contact.

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It was a trip that I had dreaded. Both Christopher and Isabella were well known prima donnas within the firm, cutthroat, overly competitive, and each had some sort of chip on their shoulder for one another. For the firm, closing the deal with this client meant record-breaking revenue, and the CEO wanted the best people to ensure everything went as planned. Unfortunately, this included me to soothe concerns of the clients’ technical staff, who I already knew were itching to get their hands on our product.

Aggressive, tall, clean-shaven and rarely taking no for an answer, Christopher was the firm’s top closer. Isabella had the highest profit margins in the firm – being smart and beautiful definitely had its advantages. While she kept up a solid ice-queen façade around the office, when it came to clients, she was as charming as you’d imagine a one-time debutant could be.

San Francisco was a four-hour trip from Chicago depending on what heightened state of security the airport was on this week. I was preparing for the worst, anticipating the continual bickering and snide comments to be exchanged between my two travel partners. I wasn’t disappointed. You’d think they’d grow tired of it. Unfortunately for me, their ability to continually talk was probably one of the things that made them such good salespeople.

“We’re in for a big payday if we seal the deal, Bella.” Christopher always called her ‘Bella’, even though no one else did. But if it bothered her, she had never let him know.

“I’ll have no problem closing, Chris. Just stay out of my way – and don’t fuck up.” Isabella was ruthless, and well known for using profanity when in a one-on-one situation to disarm another person.

Obviously, I must not have counted as another person. It felt as if they considered me a chauffeur who was only along to drive them around. Chris, being the kind of status guy he was, had already arranged for the rental of a ‘Hummer’ when we arrived.

Neither one of them had much use for the pre-sales technical team. They didn’t understand the technology outside of using a few industry ‘buzz words’, but they were well aware of the revenue they could generate from selling it. Frankly, technical pre-sales was the group who was most responsible for the final sale. Without making a convincing pitch to the client’s technical staff, they would never give the thumbs up to their management to spend the several million dollars to purchase and implement.

“No worry, Bella, I won’t be fucking up – that’s for sure,” Christopher sarcastically winked at her. “However, there may be other, similar extracurricular activities I’ll be engaging in once we’ve closed the sale.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find some immature way to amuse yourself, Chris.”

Christopher had quite the reputation as the office ‘ladies man’, and rumor had it he’d even slept with the CEO’s daughter at the annual Holiday party. Isabella, on the other hand, had the reputation of being a frigid ice queen – or at least came off as so intimidating that few dared ask her questions about her personal life. Christopher had no such reservations.

“Maybe you’d like to come with me, see the sights, have some fun? Dancing, drinking, celebrating?” Christopher was fishing.

I braced for her to shut him down.

“I’d rather eat shit,” Isabella smiled. “But why not ask Brad? He could probably use a night out.”

‘Me?’ I was stunned they were actually aware of my name, much less my presence. Christopher paused for a minute, considering the option.

He looked at me. “You’re coming with me after we win this client. No excuses.”

With Christopher, you were either in or out, and he was usually the one to decide. Personally, after the long flight that morning, I had hoped to crash after the deal. We’d left at 5am, and the time change always threw me for a loop. Yet, part of me was interested in how Christopher operated, so I agreed to go with him.

“Fantastic! Maybe you’ll change your mind later, Bella.” he smiled, flashing his pearly white veneers.

“I highly doubt it,” she was ice cold. No doubt about it

The day with the client couldn’t have been more perfect. I already knew the technical staff was interested in our product, but our approach to their business, and our rationalizations as to how we could enable them to reduce their costs while increasing productivity was the clencher with them. They were eating out of my hand. This deal was eight months in the making, and they were literally salivating at the opportunity to install state-of-the-art systems to replace their antiquated ones.

Isabella had spent the majority of her time occupying the CEO, turning on more charm than any woman should rightfully have – much less use – pitching all the facets of the product that would improve their processes and enable greater revenue. Meanwhile, Christopher entertained the CFO and COO with in-depth financial metrics and explanations of cost benefits and productivity gains that would pay for the product costs in less avcılar escort than 18 months after implementation.

The working combination of the three of us was practically magical. By the end of the day the deal was signed in our presence, and we left in a heady, euphoric rush.

“My God, that felt good.” Isabella was the first to talk, jarring us from our thoughts.

“We were really clicking on all cylinders. That was as smooth as they come. I never had any doubt they were going to sign.” Christopher was basking, enormously inflated with self-worth.

“You know, Chris, I’ve changed my mind. After this, I’d really like to go for that drink.” Isabella was as relaxed as I’ve ever seen her. All the stress that had accumulated prior to the deal closing had washed away. She was in the mood to celebrate.

“I thought you might,” Christopher said smugly, as if he knew all along. “I know a great place not too far from here. Brad, turn off on the next exit and I’ll lead the way.”

I had resumed my role as chauffeur, occasionally listening to the conversations in the back, which from what I could tell were quite different than the ones that had taken place on the plane that morning. This was beginning to shape into a very interesting night.

The bar was at the edge of San Francisco Bay, overlooking the Golden Gate. There was a wide selection of trendy Martini’s, and although it was a dance club, it wasn’t yet busy enough to be too loud. The one thing I loved about California bars was the great selection of happy hour snacks. I hadn’t eaten much that day, and the alcohol would have knocked me out long ago with the jet lag I was feeling from the flight. Famished by the time I walked into the bar, I headed straight toward the spicy scent of chicken wings and the tangy aroma of cheese covered nachos, and then piled my small paper plate high before sitting down and ordering a drink.

Christopher and Isabella seemed too high off the deal to eat, and immediately began ordering drinks, talking business, and recounting the conquest. Oblivious to how many drinks they were ordering, the conversation re-directed to any topic but business, and their demeanour changed from slightly professional to intoxicated and playful. They had consumed at least twice as many drinks as me, however I was the official driver, so had a good excuse.

“Let’s dance!” Isabella suddenly stopped swaying her shoulders to the rhythm, and with a wild look in her eyes, she shot from her seat, a little unsteadily.

“Sounds good to me,” Christopher got up, stumbling a bit, and headed through the narrow passageway toward the dance floor.

I reached out for another hot wing.

“You’re coming too, aren’t you?” Isabella looked straight at me, holding out her hand.

“Uh, I really don’t dance much,” I stammered, trying to think of any excuse. Dancing was awkward enough, but I didn’t want to be put into any comparisons with Christopher, who I was quite sure had spent much more time on the dance floor than me.

“Oh, come on, Chris needs to realize he’s not the best dancer in the world,” she seemed to intuitively know what I was thinking. “You aren’t going to turn me down, are you?”

For a moment I thought her icy cold stare was going to return, but she quickly softened with a laugh and trickled her long fingers across my shoulder. “C’mon, let me live every woman’s fantasy of being between two men.”

Not too blatant, I thought as she dragged me off my seat and through the passageway to find Christopher, but I chalked it up to the alcohol. This was the Ice Queen, after all.

The music grew louder as we passed through the hallway, the bass pounding with each step closer. Humidity seemed to hang in the air as a sea of bodies almost crushing against each other, sweat gleaning from the foreheads of men trying to keep rhythm with more skimpily clad, energetic women. We pushed through the crowd and found Christopher grinding himself against some sexy, young blonde. How did he manage to find someone so quickly, much less make a move on the dance floor?

Isabella quickly walked over and tapped Christopher on the shoulder. “I thought you were dancing with me?”

Christopher sheepishly shrugged to the girl and turned to Isabella, who promptly turned around and faced me, leaving Christopher to awkwardly dance behind her. He quickly recovered, and wasted no time moving in close to her. She inched closer to me. With bodies pressing and pushing on the dance floor, I had nowhere to go but toward Isabella.

“Mmm, that’s better,” Isabella turned her head, leaned her cheek into Chris’s shoulder, and whispered something to him. His lips smiled against her face, and then he pressed his body tight against hers, gliding his hands down her arms and trailing his fingers back up the silhouette of her body. She leaned into him, and then sank forward into my arms, which opened naturally as she fell into them. As her hands squeezed into my chest, halkalı escort the surrealism of the situation began to clear. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself.

I slid my hands across her hips and curved my fingers around her ass, as Christopher watched with a sly smile.

“Mm” she leaned her body into Chris, and my hands slipped off her ass. “Is this what you call professional conduct, Brad?”

I was at a loss for a response and frankly terrified by what she might do next.

“I guess professional depends on the context of the business at hand.” Her nails dug into my chest. She grabbed my shirt into her fingers and pulled herself, seductively into me. Uncertain, I instinctively moved back, but as her hands weaved across my belt, and slowing massaged across my cock, what she wanted became definitely clear.

‘Why was it that I had never gone out with the sales team before?’

Christopher’s hands moved between us, across her navel and then curved around her breasts. I felt his knuckles against my chest as his fingers circled and tweaked her nipples. Isabella stifled a groan over the pounding music, closing her eyes and grabbing my hard cock even tighter. My head was spinning.

“Let’s get out of here.” she said, shaking her head, probably realizing things had gone a bit too far.

“It’s still early,” Chris complained in no hurry to leave. “One last drink, and then we’ll get going.”

Isabella looked a bit aggravated and glared at Christopher.

“C’mon, Bella.” he said with a smile, “Just one more.”

We stumbled back through the hall and into the other bar area, and then found an empty table away from the crowd. I didn’t know what Christopher’s plans were, but given his reputation I had no doubt that he knew what he was doing.

We sat down, ordered another round, and as soon as the waitress brought our drinks, Christopher inched himself closer to Isabella. His mouth pressed to her right ear and when he whispered something to her, she closed her eyes and mischievously bit her lower lip. His left hand disappeared under the table. Isabella closed her eyes, leaned back with a breath, and then opened her eyes into mine. She raised her drink, and glossed the edge of her glass across her lip as her feet stretched over mine, and the sole of her stiletto cruised up my leg. She downed her drink, and massaged her foot between my legs. My cock strained against my pants as the tempo of her foot increased.

Somehow, I had become part of a very strange threesome, but I wasn’t complaining.

Christopher brushed his chin up her cheek and with his hand noticeably moving beneath the table, he whispered into her ear again. She smiled, tilted her head and smiled something back.

He leaned away and turned to me. “Having fun?”

I broke out of the trance that Isabella’s rhythmic foot movements had put me in.

“Not typical,” I managed to say as my cock grew harder. “But, yes. Incredible.” I had no idea if Christopher realized what she was doing to me or not.

“Oh, just wait,” he confidently winked and increased the pace of his hand as if to imply that he could make her cum right then and there.

Isabella pushed him away, her foot slid off my cock and she immediately sat up. “Don’t be so fucking confident about that. Let’s go.”

‘Had Christopher pushed her too far?’

We paid and left the bar, no one saying a word to each other. I clicked the key chain alarm on the Hummer, and climbed into the front seat to drive. Christopher and Isabella both sat in the back as I turned the ignition.

“So Chris, tell me – is this a typical night out for you,” Isabella said.

I angled the rear view mirror to see his reaction.

Christopher was arrogant, and always believed himself to be in complete control, but I knew he wouldn’t blow his chances. He came up with something carefully crafted.

“It didn’t start out that way, but I think I have a pretty good idea how it will end up,” Chris was leaning forward, toward her.

One could have taken this as either he knew he wasn’t getting any, or he was still certain that he would. I leaned more to the latter, but couldn’t tell what Isabella was thinking.

“Really. And how’s that?” she slid across the seat, pushed his shoulders and pinned him against the door, then crawled across his lap, her skirt rising up her thighs. She smiled, wrapped her fingers on the first button then the next, opened his shirt and began kissing – no, her tongue outstretched, she was actually licking – his chest. My cock hardened as I tried to keep one eye on the road, and the other in the rear view mirror.

Christopher moaned, leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes as Isabella wrapped her mouth over his nipple, pulling with her lips, biting with her teeth, teasing with her tongue.

She grabbed his belt with both hands, and slapped the leather from the buckle. My cock ached as she unzipped his pants, and pulled beylikdüzü escort his out. She sat up, her hair brushed against the roof, she raised her hand, slid her thumb across her wet tongue and then swirled it over the head of his cock.

“Bella…” he moaned deeply, as her hand roughly slid up and down. She seemed to tighten her grip, and leaned close to his face. His eyes opened.

“Don’t call me Bella,” her head tilted, her voice even and cold. “I only allow certain people to call me that. You,” again she seemed to tighten her grip, and he groaned, “are an arrogant little fuck who doesn’t get that privilege. Do you understand?” It wasn’t hard to tell who was taking control. I didn’t know what Christopher was thinking, but I imagined his mind was racing and his cock was stiffening like mine.

“Yes,” he mumbled, as her hand picked up the pace up and down his shaft.

“Ssh,” she raised her other hand, and pressed a finger hard against his lips. “I hear you all day, I don’t need to listen to you now.”

Isabella slid her ass off of his legs, swept her hands across his open fly, and yanked his pants down. Whatever Christopher had been doing to her in the bar, thinking he was the one seducing her, it was payback time now.

“Pay close attention, Brad,” she looked over her shoulder at me. “We’re going to teach Christopher some manners.”

‘We’re’? What did she mean by, ‘we’re’? I adjusted the mirror.

Isabella lowered her head into his lap, her full red lips slipped over the head of his rigid cock, she pushed her mouth into his flesh, her lipstick coating his cock as it disappeared deeper into her throat. Christopher gasped and moaned, moving his hands through her hair. She stopped suddenly, taking her mouth off him, a net of saliva stringing from the head of his cock to her lip.

“Take your hands off me,” she demanded.

“Ok, ok,” he panted. “Don’t stop.”

It didn’t seem like Christopher to beg. He laid his hands at his sides, gripping the seat.

“Was that a demand?”

“No, please,” he said.

Isabella engulfed his cock between her moist lips, aggressively pushing her mouth up and down his shaft. His hips pulsed forward, and Isabella quickly raised her hands, pushed against his waist, again letting his cock slip from her mouth, and fall across her cheek.

“No,” he begged again. She looked into his eyes, brushed the head of his cock across her lips, then sipped it back across her tongue, and into her mouth

Suddenly, Christopher stopped moaning, and would have sat almost completely upright had it not been for Isabella pushing him back.

“Wha – what are you doing?” he stammered. Isabella looked up, glaring, and then a wicked smile crossed her face.

“Aw, doesn’t Chrissie like the feeling of my fingers? Doesn’t Chrissie like getting fucked?” she mocked.

Chrissie? This was definitely not the situation I was expecting.

“No” he tried to move away from her, “I don’t like it.”

But Isabella pushed him back hard and he let her swallow his cock again.

‘Maybe he’d thought she’d listen to him, and actually stop?’

He moaned and then gasped as she plunged her fingers into his ass again.

“Oh, god,” he began, torn between pleasure and what seemed discomfort, “no, no, no, oh god. Uhn,” he prolonged and collapsed back into the seat, resigned to his fate.

Isabella slipped the tip of her tongue around his head, and trailed it along his hard cock, then sucked her lips back up the side until wrapping her mouth over him again. I looked to the road and when I looked back to the mirror, she had removed her panties, and positioned her ass between the front bucket seats. I don’t know if it was purposeful, or a matter of convenient positioning, but my cock pulsed seeing the smooth curve of her ass, and the moist, pink shimmer of her shaved pussy.

Cautiously, since I had no idea how I fit into this plan and how Isabella would take to being touched, I lifted my left hand off the steering wheel, reached across my right shoulder and flattened my palm against her smooth ass and began rubbing and squeezing her, slipping closer to her pussy. Had she planned on this happening all along? Who was she, really?

Suddenly, she moved a hand between her thighs, grabbed mine, and placed it between her legs. Her pussy was drenched, I could practically smell the sweetness near my face, and I ran my fingers through her lips, soaking them across her hole. She moved her hips up and down in rhythm with my hand. My pulse increased, and trying to keep focussed on the road, I immersed two fingers, feeling the heat as her body wrapped around my fingers. She moaned, her mouth still engulfing Chris’s cock, and I began finger-fucking her.

“Oh fuck. My ass, Brad…” she said, “Fuck my ass.”

Trying desperately to maintain control of the vehicle, I took my fingers out of her hole, and inserted them in her ass, as my thumb slid into her pussy. My muscles strained to fuck her, my heart pounded in my chest, and my cock was practically bursting as I felt every movement of her head bobbing wildly, hungrily up and down Christopher’s cock.

“Fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy,” she yelled and then moaned back over Christopher’s cock.

“Oh god,” Christopher breathed. He may not have been fingered before, but he sure seemed to be getting into it now.

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Afternoon by the Pool (III)

I managed to turn in a pretty good round of golf and won a few bucks in the process. Plus, I had a great time being with Marcus. All in all it was a great afternoon, but I couldn’t wait to get back to the house to see what Brandi and Sonia had been up to. Although it was already mid afternoon the sun was still very warm. When I got home I looked out the solarium windows and saw Sonia and Brandi lying on one of the double sized loungers that surrounded the pool.

The lounger was flat and Sonia was lying on her back. Her huge tits hung down to each side of her trim tanned body. Brandi was lying on her side turned toward Sonia with her hand resting just above Sonia’s pussy. Both of them were totally naked and they looked yummy.

I walked onto the upper deck and yelled down to get their attention. They both looked up and waved for me to come down and join them. I checked the time and saw there was plenty of time before our dinner guests would arrive so I grabbed a beer from the cooler and meandered down to the pool.

When I reached the foot of the lounger I stopped and stood looking down at them. Right away I noticed a small change had taken place since I’d been gone. The little tuft of hair over Brandi’s pussy was now gone. Her pussy was completely bare and smooth. Sonia loves the hairless look and I figured it wouldn’t take long before Sonia shaved Brandi. Sonia has shaved me for years and takes a lot of enjoyment out of the activity.

I smiled at them and said “So, what have you beautiful ladies been up to while I was gone?” I had a good idea because both of their pussies were red mecidiyeköy escort and swollen and their nipples had that sucked on look. Sonia smiled back sheepishly and moved Brandi’s hand up to her left tit.

She looked up at me and said as softly and seductively as she could, “Nothing much, just getting to know each other better.”

I laughed and watched intently as Brandi softly twisted Sonia’s big hard nipple.

Sonia started again, “Brandi licked and sucked me all over this afternoon. And, she loves my piercing, don’t you Brandi?

Brandi smiled and said, “Mmmmm, I love to pull on it with my teeth. Sonia really squirmed when I did that.”

Brandi’s hand moved from Sonia’s titty back down to her pussy and she pulled softly on the ring attached to Sonia’s pussy. Sonia was thoroughly enjoying the attention from Brandi.

Brandi said “Sonia, don’t you think Michael’s a little overdressed?”

Without another word, they both popped up. In no time, one of them had my belt undone and the other unzipped my shorts and pulled them to my ankles. I pulled my shirt over my head as one of them pulled my thong off.

Brandi said, “That’s better. Here, lie between us.”

I crawled onto the lounger between the two of them and rolled onto my back. Sonia lowered her mouth to mine and started sensuously probing my mouth with her’s. I could taste the lingering scent of pussy on her tongue. At the same time, Brandi leaned over and was now sucking my cock deep into her mouth. It was a replay of the morning but entirely different. The smell was wonderful and the feeling was aksaray escort indescribable.

Sonia loves kissing and is very sensuous at doing it. I was really into the wonderful feelings the ladies were giving me when Brandi stopped her sucking and started to move. Brandi maneuvered herself to straddle my hips and then she lowered her soft velvety pussy onto my cock and swallowed it up. She slowly raised and lowered herself on my shaft until I was wet with her juices. Once my cock I was totally coated she started humping me faster and deeper.

That’s when Sonia broke our kiss and pulled away slightly. I didn’t know what she had in mind but it was cleared up in seconds. She turned to face Brandi and then lifted her thigh over my head and lowered her pussy so that I could suck on her clit. She and Brandi were locked in a tight embrace and were kissing each other furiously. I couldn’t see anything with my wife’s pussy covering my face, but I could feel Brandi continuing to pump my cock in and out of her hot wet slit.

I tried the best I could to maintain contact with Sonia’s love button but I think she was having more fun tongue fucking Brandi than having her pussy licked by me. Brandi slowed her pace a bit and raised her hips so the head of my dick was barely in her pussy. The she slid her pussy quickly down my shaft and I felt my orgasm starting. My legs stiffened a little bit and I moaned loudly through Sonia’s pussy.

My orgasm hit and Brandi yelled, “He’s cuming. I can feel Michael’s cum.”

Sonia began grinding her pussy into my chin and she began to shake with a small orgasm. topkapı escort Brandi kept riding my cock even though it was beginning to soften. As she rode my cock I could feel the cum dripping out of her pussy and down onto my balls.

Finally, Brandi rolled off and onto her back. Sonia quickly crawled between Brandi’s thighs and licked the cum as it oozed out of her pussy. Sonia continued licking Brandi and she began to moan softly under Sonia’s tonguing. Without breaking contact with Sonia, Brandi managed to pull herself over so that she could suck my cock clean. She slowly sucked the entire length of my cock into her mouth. It was wonderful watching Sonia sucking Brandi and Brandi sucking me.

The three of us just laid there basking in the late afternoon sunshine and the feeling of being well fucked. Finally, I said, “Sonia, Marcus asked me to give you his best. He and Patty are really looking forward to this evening.”

Sonia giggled and responded, “Michael honey, you know I can’t wait to get it either. Brandi, you’re going to love our friends. They are hot looking people who love sex.”

“I told Marcus that we had a little surprise for tonight. I can’t wait for them to meet Brandi. I think she will be a big hit with both of them.”

Brandi chimed in. “I hope your friends like me. I sure don’t want to be a fifth wheel.”

Sonia said, “Don’t worry; you will be a big hit with Marcus and Patty both.”

I hated to leave Sonia and Brandi, but I knew it I had things to do to prepare for the party later. As I crawled from between them, Sonia asked me if it was okay for her and Brandi to stay at the pool for a bit longer. I nodded okay and suggested that Sonia should tell Brandi about the dinner party tonight. I kissed them both, gathered my clothes and headed back up to the house. I began to think about how the party might unfold later. Marcus and Patty were totally going to enjoy the fifth wheel tonight.

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It was a typical scene…Tuesday brunch at the local Denny’s. A quartet of gray haired folk shuffled in and were promptly led to a comfy booth in the corner. Hal and Les sat on the outside, while Edith and Aggie sat between them.

They were immersed in conversation when the waitress approached the table. She was young – probably about twenty and very attractive. Hal laid it on thick as he flirted with her, and at one point actually reached out and pinched her butt as she left. She jumped, but just shook her finger at him as she giggled. She was quick to return with their order…just toast and coffee.

Each time she came around to top off their cups, Hal would flirt and give her those googly eyes. Everyone at the table would laugh, and the waitress would soon learn that they were not married, just a group of friends.

On the third trip to the booth, the patrons held their hands over their cups, indicating they had enough. It seemed Hal had a bit too much as he started to rise.

“Excuse me miss, could you help me to the rest room?” he asked as he shuffled across the room. They walked arm in arm, and every few steps he would stop and whisper something to the young lady. She would just giggle as she led him closer to the rest room. Hal said something to her just before going in, and she stood there turning a light shade of red.

As she spun around to take care of her other customers, she realized the place was almost empty, and her only other table was still eating. Glancing around nervously, she ducked back into the men’s room.

About ten minutes had passed before the door swung open, and Hal walked back to the table, smiling. Shortly after, the waitress appeared, her face flushed and her hair slightly out of place, but also smiling. She never knew what hit her as they paid the tab and left.

Outside, the group crossed the parking lot and climbed aboard a large motor home. Once inside, they sat at the dining table.

“OK Hal, spill it!” Aggie said excitedly. They all waited for his story.

“OK…I wasn’t sure if she would take the bait, and I was just about to leave when she came walking in. As she stood there, I nibbled my way down her neck and quickly dropped to my knees. I lifted her skirt, and her panties were soaking wet. I moved fast, pushing my tongue in her slit before she could stop me. Once my tongue touched her clit…it was all over.” The group gasped at his every word. “As soon as I got her off, I stood up and unzipped my pants. She must have been expecting an old wrinkly penis, because as soon as she saw it, she dropped to her knees. She went at it like Les went at his toast!” The three burst out in laughter. “Anyway, I was hoping she would stop so I could fuck her, but her mouth was incredible! And in just a few minutes, I was filling her mouth with cum. I was surprised that she would swallow it, but she got every drop.”

Hal drove to their next stop, about ten miles away. Another diner, and judging by the empty parking lot, not a very good one. After making sure they were presentable, the group shuffled inside. They immediately smelled the rancid grease, but as long as the coffee was good, they didn’t care. As they sat down, they realized that it was an all male staff, which was fine by them. This time the girls sat on the ends while the men sat in the middle.

“Would you like a menu?” the waiter asked. He was about thirty, not too bad looking.

“No thanks…just coffee.” Edith replied.

“Good choice!” he said softly.

After watching him walk away, Edith said, “Not bad, I think he’ll do.”

As he returned, he asked if they would like cream or sugar.

“Just cream.” Edith purred as she gave him a wink. It actually looked as if he was attracted to the silver haired lady with the horned rim glasses. He hustled back with a tray and started to set it down in front of her, but Edith frowned and shook her head.

“I’m sorry ma’am, didn’t you want cream?” arnavutköy escort he asked apologetically.

“Yes, but not that kind.” she responded as she stared at her cup. She slowly brought her gaze up to his confused face. “I want this kind!” she said hoarsely as she reached out and squeezed his cock. He jumped back about a foot with a horrified look on his face. he quickly looked around to see if anybody saw this, but realized the foursome was the only group in the diner. His tension was relieved a bit when the four started laughing. He made the mistake of letting his guard down as he began to laugh as well.

In a split second, Edith had his zipper down and her hand inside his pants, trying to fish his now responding member out. Before he could react, it was out for all to see. He tried to pull back, but Edith stopped him.

“You seem like a nice young man…it would be a shame if I yelled for the manager and told him you just exposed yourself in front of us.” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“I don’t think he would believe you.” he said.

“Would you like me to call your bluff?” Edith asked, stroking his cock the entire time.

“No ma’am.” he said with a tone of defeat.

“Goodie!” she said as she pulled him closer to her. After a minute of pumping, drops of pre cum oozed out the end. She was quick to lean in and lick them off, eliciting a moan from the waiter. Edith took this as a sign, and engulfed his hardness with her mouth. She bobbed up and down like an eighteen year old, until he started to quiver. Her experience told her it was time, as she replaced her warm mouth with a tight fist. With only a couple of pumps, he shot his load precisely where she aimed it…in her coffee cup. The poor guy probably hadn’t cum in months as he shot at least six healthy spurts into her java.

“Now that’s the kind of cream I like!” she said as she sipped the salty mixture. The man stuffed his wilted penis back in his pants and hurried off to the kitchen. Edith finished her coffee, and licked the errant drops from the rim. With no sign of the waiter, the group got up and walked to the register. Another young man appeared from the back to take their money.

“Was everything OK?” he asked as he pushed buttons on the machine.

“Yes, it was great, by the way, are you the manager?” Les asked as he handed the man a twenty dollar bill.

“Me?…no. Walter…the man who waited on you…he’s waiter, manager, cook, and…oh yeah…the owner.” he said with a smile. As the group headed out to the motor home, Aggie noticed the security cameras placed around the diner.

Once out of earshot, she comment to the others, “He’s probably in back watching the tape!” They laughed as they boarded the house on wheels.

As they cruised to the next victim…er eatery, they joked about work, and the fringe benefits that went with it.

“OK, Les and Aggie, you guys are the only ones left!” Hal shouted as he pulled into the next restaurant.

It was only two thirty, but for them it was getting late. All four worked for a large movie studio, and started their jobs at the butt crack of dawn. This was a bigger place than the last two they visited, and headed straight for the lounge.

It was dark in the corner booth, and it took a minute for their eyes to adjust. The cocktail waitress took their drink order and sashayed back to the bar. It was hard to see how pretty she was, but they sure could see those long legs that disappeared under that short skirt.

Les was trying hard to flirt with her, but she was tired, and obviously not interested in an old man. In the dim light, they could see that she wasn’t all that attractive, she probably would be a lot prettier if she smiled a little, but she definitely had some great legs. Les offered to massage her feet and legs, and although she just laughed, they could tell deep down she would love it.

“I bet you a massage avrupa yakası escort would make you feel so much better!” Les said, still pushing.

“As good as it sounds, don’t bet more than you can afford.” she said. The statement was borderline odd and profound at the same time.

After finishing two rounds of drinks, Les timed his move carefully. He got up and headed for the rest room, which enabled him to walk along side the waitress across the bar. He chatted softly with her the entire trip, then disappeared into the men’s room without looking back. The waitress headed for the bar, placed a couple of drinks on her tray and took them across the room to a couple near the front door. The trio watched, thinking Les failed this quest, as the lady carried her tray back to the bar. But instead of stopping to gather more drinks, she set the tray down as she walked, and continued all the way to the back where she went into the rest room. The three couldn’t see which room she went into from where they were sitting.

The suspense was killing them. Did she just go to the rest room? Did she go on a break? Or…did she take Les up on his offer? After about twenty minutes, Les came back to the table, smiling from ear to ear. That answered their question. Just as they were about to leave the bar to find a table for dinner, the waitress appeared, still almost limping.

“I thought you offered her a massage?” Aggie asked.

“Wait til we sit down.” was his response as the waiter showed them to a corner booth. It’s funny how the older crowd always gets shoved in a corner. They took their seats, with Aggie on the outside. They immediately looked at Les.

“OK, OK, here’s what happened.” he said, still smiling. “As we walked across the room, I told her I bet I could give her a massage she would never forget. She asked me how I could be so sure she wouldn’t forget it, and I told her it was because I would only massage one spot, and I would use my tongue.” He looked at the others for their reaction, then continued. “I thought maybe I was too forward, and it seemed like I was in there forever, but then she just walked in and locked the door. I set her up on the edge of the sink and squatted down in front of her. I was expecting a sweaty musky odor, but she was surprisingly fresh smelling. It made my job a lot more pleasant. I threw in a foot massage as I sucked on her clit…” he paused as the waiter came by to take their order. He was a young buck, obviously disappointed that he had to work the afternoon shift, and probably assumed that these old folk would stiff him on his tip. Well, he was partially correct. As he wrote on his pad, he would occasionally glance at Aggie’s chest. She did fill that blouse nicely.

After he left, Les leaned forward.

“OK, where was I?…Oh yeah…anyway, I sucked and licked her until she was about to burst, then I would stop and concentrate on her feet. Then I would go back to her sweet spot and start all over. After the third time, she held onto my head and wouldn’t let me up until she came. And boy did she cum hard! Almost fell off the sink! I’m surprised you guys didn’t hear her! Anyway…after she was done, I pulled her off the sink, turned her around and bent her over. God did she have a nice ass! I slipped my cock in her pussy, and she came again almost instantly. After a few strokes, she asked me not to cum inside her as she wasn’t on the pill. I don’t know what came over me, but looking down, I made the obvious choice. I pulled out of her dripping pussy right in the middle of her second orgasm, and shoved my cock into that luscious butt. She tensed up, but was too far gone to stop me, and just pushed back against me. I will never forget how tight that little ass was! I filled her with more cum than I thought possible, and when I pulled out, her hole closed up tight. Man what an experience!” The group was all sweating after that story, and now the pressure was bakırköy escort on Aggie.

She excused herself to go to the rest room, and returned with a new glow. There was something different, but they weren’t quite sure what it was. Oh yeah, now it was obvious…she had unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, revealing a lot of cleavage, especially when she leaned forward.

The waiter set his tray down on the next table, and began to pass out the food. He kept getting it wrong, but it was because he was paying more attention to Aggie’s breasts than to his little note pad.

“Are these bothering you?” Aggie teased as she gently wiggled back and forth.

“Um…uh…I’m sorry lady.” he said as he turned crimson.

“Don’t be sorry! Would you like a better look?” she asked, smiling as she reached for another button.

“Um…that’s not right lady! You’re old enough to be my grandma!” he said, but his eyes kept going to the button she was toying with.

In a flash, she had the remaining buttons undone, and now the group could see what she did in the rest room. She was now braless.

“Does your grandma look like this?” she asked as she pulled her blouse open. The waiter gasped as her perfect D cup breasts appeared. Full and firm, with eraser sized nipples pointing skyward.

“Oh my gawd!” he gasped. “They look real!” She almost seemed insulted.

“They look real? They ARE real! Here, see!” she grabbed his hand and before he could react, she placed his fingers directly over one of those magnificent orbs. It was like a magnet to steel, they way his hand clung to her tit. It was as if his hand had a mind of it’s own as it explored and squeezed and groped first one tit, then the other. It took him a minute to come to his senses, and he quickly retracted his hand.

He looked around, but at this time of the day, and back in the corner, there was no one else around to see. He was still in awe as he struggled with the rest of their dinners, when Aggie turned sideways as if she was going to stand up.

“And I suppose your grandma’s pussy looks like this too!” she said as she lifted one leg up and spread the other one wide apart. He gawked for a moment, then dropped to his knees only inches away from her. He had never seen his grandma’s pussy, but he was sure it wasn’t pink and clean shaven like this one. As if in a trance, he stared at it. Aggie reached her hand out and gently pulled his head closer, until his face was pulled tightly against her pussy. Les and Edith couldn’t see from where they were sitting, but figured out what was happening when Aggie started to coo.

“Let’s meet in the rest room!” Aggie said as she reluctantly pushed the man away. They were gone about fifteen minutes before Aggie returned to the table.

“Well, what happened?” Edith asked excitedly. Without saying a word, Aggie reached under the table, and her hand disappeared under her skirt. Her fingers came out from under the table, coated in a white, slippery substance, which she held up to Edith. Edith grabbed Aggie’s wrist and pulled it to her face. She then licked and sucked Aggie’s fingers clean.

They ate dinner in record time, and practically ran back to the motorhome waiting outside. Once inside, they ran to the back where Aggie jumped onto the queen sized bed, and Edith fell between her legs, licking her clean. After she had finished, the two girls sat up, joined by the guys who were sitting on either side of the bed. They all started laughing.

“Well, it looks like even old people can party when they want to!” Les said as he pulled his wig off. The other three each yanked their silvery wigs off, and the girls headed for the tiny bathroom. When they finished, the guys each went in to clean up.

Thirty minutes later, the four gathered at the table for one more drink.

“I guess this is one of the benefits of being a makeup artist!” Edith said as she looked at her friends.

“I told you we could do it!” Hal said. He was the oldest in the group, at thirty one years of age. Les was twenty eight, and the girls were both twenty four.

“We’ll have to come up with a good challenge for next week!” Edith said. But rather than sit around and talk, they all headed to the back of the coach and fucked until dawn.

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The next couple of days seemed to drag by. We continued to check our profile even though we had our first night all arranged. I caught Mel chatting on the webcam a couple of times but that was all she was doing, chatting. I never actually caught her behaving like she had with Jo. I had even left her alone deliberately hoping that I would.

We spent the day of our meeting with Jo and Pete in town, shopping for some new clothes for that evening. I never knew you could spend so long in a lingerie shop. Mel bought three new sets of underwear, a red and black Basque with matching g-string, a white lace thong and bra set and a three piece black lace camisole set. She even convinced me to buy myself a couple of pairs of thongs and some silk boxer shorts. When we finally got back home she was insistent that we had a mini fashion show and we spent the next couple of hours parading around the house in our new underwear.

I glanced at the clock, saw that it was only a couple of hours until we had to be at the pub where we had arranged to meet them, and told Mel we ought to start getting ready. We both went up the stairs and, as Mel went in the bathroom and turned the shower on, I went and got the clothes we had decided to wear set out on the bed. Mel was going to wear a black leather dress she had bought months before, but never worn and I was going in jeans and shirt.

Once I had set everything out I went to sit down on the bed, to wait for Mel, when she called out from the bathroom.

“Can you come here please Shaun?” She called.

I walked to the bathroom to see what she wanted.

“I think you should get in here with me.” She said when I asked what she wanted.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I replied. “We don’t want to ruin tonight.”

“Just get in here Shaun.” She said. “I need you right now.”

Slipping my new boxers off I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in with her. We spent the next forty minutes in the shower washing every inch of each other’s bodies, Mel even having an orgasm as I ran the sponge slowly over her pussy. By the time we climbed out my cock was pointing straight up and Mel, cheekily, gave it a few strokes but stopped before I could cum.

“We best save that for Jo later.” She said. “Just thinking of watching your cock slide in and out of her pussy is getting me turned on.”

We quickly dried ourselves off and got dressed, Mel looked absolutely stunning in the leather dress, and made our way downstairs. We checked the house to make sure everything was off before going out into the warm early evening air.

“On the way we ought to stop and get a bottle.” I said. “Just in case we do end up going back to their place.”

Mel agreed and we jumped in the car and headed off, towards our date with the unknown. Stopping at the off license we ended up buying three bottles of wine, two white and a red.

The pub we were supposed to meet Jo and Pete at, The Flying Swan was situated at the end of a quiet country road and it took us a while to find it. We eventually arrived ten minutes before we were due to meet them and walked in. I went up to the bar while Mel scanned the room, looking to see if they had arrived early, before joining me.

“They aren’t here yet Shaun.” Mel said. “Get me a large vodka and coke please.”

I ordered the drinks and we went and sat down at a table in the corner that had a good view of the front door, I wanted to make sure I saw them as soon as they walked in. I had been reading about swinging on the internet and read how some couples, sometimes, use fake profile pictures to get people to agree to meet them only for it to go badly when they finally met. I needn’t have worried though because, only fifteen minutes after we had sat down, Jo and Pete walked through the door.

As soon as I saw her I could see exactly why Mel had been behaving like she had on the webcam. If anything she looked even more stunning in real life, than on the computer, and I could hardly take my eyes off her. She was wearing skin tight, white jeans and a red t-shirt that showed off her ample 34DD tits. I hadn’t even noticed what Pete was wearing, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and it was only when Mel nudged me in the ribs did I come back to reality.

They came over to us and we greeted each other, as if we were old friends, before I asked them what they would like to drink.

“Can I just have an orange juice please?” Jo said.

“And I’ll have a beer thanks.” Pete added. “I’ll come and help you with the drinks.”

We left the two women and headed up to the bar.

“It’s good to finally meet someone in the same position as us.” Pete said.

“I thought we should try and find a couple that were new to the scene.” I replied. “Thought it would make things easier.”

“We had decided that if we didn’t şişli escort find new people we weren’t going to go through with it. Experienced swingers might have expected a lot more.” Pete added.

“Have you had a lot of interest in your profile?” I asked keeping my voice down.

“There has been a fair few yes.” Pete said. “But most of them were experienced, obviously wanting the chance to take our swinging virginity.”

I laughed at the phrase he used, and realised that it described me and Mel perfectly as well. As we waited for our drinks I glanced across at Mel and Jo. The two women had sat right next to each other and were laughing and joking with each other, I could guess what about, as if they had known each other for years. Finally our drinks were ready and the two of us walked back to the table. The girls didn’t notice us returning and jumped when we put the drinks on the table.

“Did we interrupt something?” Pete asked laughing.

“I hope you haven’t started without us.” I added.

I sat down, directly opposite Jo, and started to imagine what sort of things that she liked in bed. She had obviously made a real effort to look stunning, but hadn’t gone over the top with her make-up. As I looked at her I could almost feel her brunette hair brushing against my skin as she sucked my cock, and wondered just how sweet her pussy was going to taste.

“How should we go about this then?” Pete asked bringing me back to reality.

“I’m not too sure.” I replied. “Do we finish our drinks and then go somewhere else first?”

“We could do that I suppose.” Pete added. “But let’s see what the ladies would like to do.”

“I think we should leave here and go straight to Jo’s?” Mel said excitedly.

“And I think Mel’s idea is brilliant.” Jo added eagerly.

Pete and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and agreed.

“Who are we to disagree with two women?” We both said in unison.

Finishing our drinks we got up and left the pub. Pete and Jo had arrived by taxi so, as I had only had one drink, we got in our car. Mel and Jo sat together in the back, Pete sitting next to me in the front to show me the way, and we headed towards their house. I altered the rear view mirror, saying I had moved it when I got out the car earlier, and kept glancing at the two women as I drove.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jo slowly letting her hand creep up Mel’s thigh, going just under the her skirt, and saw Mel bite her lip to stop her from gasping out. I saw Mel throw her head back, as she opened her legs slightly, Jo’s hand inching further up her skirt towards her obviously eager and aching pussy. Mel let out a slight gasp and raised her hand to her mouth, hoping she hadn’t been heard, and I presumed Jo had finally reached her pussy. All that was separating Jo’s exploring fingers and Mel’s pussy were Mel’s new white lace panties.

“Turn left here Shaun.” Pete said suddenly and I had to brake sharply to make the corner.

“I nearly missed it then Pete.” I replied laughing.

Glancing back at the girls I saw, that by swinging the car around the corner, Jo had fallen across Mel. Instead of sitting straight back up Jo stayed in that position and Mel bent her head, and began to passionately kiss her, their tongues dancing across each other’s hungry lips.

Casting my eyes back onto the road I looked at the houses along each side. They looked similar to mine and Mel’s, just slightly newer, and were set further back away from the road with trees lined along the edge of the pavement. The area looked to be a lot nicer than our road and I was glad we had come back to theirs. If they had seen our street, with old cars cluttering drives and rubbish strewn across the street they might have changed their minds. We tried to keep our property tidy but with the people that had been moving in it had been a losing battle, we just hoped that we would be moving pretty soon.

“You want number twenty-eight Shaun.” Pete said as I drove slowly up the street.

Twenty-eight was almost at the end of the street and I turned the car half into their drive, as their car was already there, and turned the engine off.

“Here we are girls.” Pete said over his shoulder. “Everybody out and let’s get inside and get this party started.”

“Great I can’t wait.” Jo said. “Come on Mel.”

“You two seem very eager.” I said. “Is there something us men should know?”

Mel stared at me, smiling, before Jo half dragged her up the path to the front door.

“Come on Pete get this fucking door open.” Jo shouted down the path.

“Alright give me a minute.” Pete shouted back laughing. “Those two seem anxious don’t they Shaun?”

“You’re telling me they are.” I replied. “We best not keep them waiting come on.”

I took the bayan escort wine out of the car as Pete went and opened the house, the girls almost falling through the door in their rush. After locking the car I followed up the path and went in. Their house looked to be freshly decorated, and after I had given the wine to Pete, sat on the sofa where Jo pointed to.

Pete took the wine in to the kitchen before coming back with four full glasses of white and, after giving everyone a glass, sitting down next to me. The four of us sat there making small talk about work and home life for about an hour before the two girls stood up.

“I’m just going to show Mel our bedroom Pete.” Jo said.” Be back down in a minute.”

They left the room leaving me and Pete sitting there unsure what to say next.

“Fancy another wine Shaun?” He asked.

“Might as well while we wait.”

“What made you and Mel want to try swinging? He called from the kitchen.

“I’m not sure really.” I called back. “We did see a documentary about it one night, thought it looked like fun and the rest, as they say, is history.”

Pete came back with the glasses and sat back down. I took a large gulp from the glass, and was about to ask him why him and Jo were trying it out, when the two women walked back into the front room. Pete and I looked at each other and then back at the women. While they were upstairs they had obviously come up with a plan because they were both standing there in just their lingerie, Mel in her white lace and Jo in a black silk chemise and thong. The two women giggled slightly before walking over to us, only Mel went straight to Pete and Jo came and sat on my lap.

Before I could say, or do, anything Jo began to smother my face in kisses, her breath warm against my skin causing my cock to begin to stiffen. Glancing at Mel I saw she was doing the same to Pete, they had definitely worked out how to go about things while upstairs, and they seemed to be matching each other move for move.

I saw Jo wink at Mel and then start to inch her way down my body, lifting my shirt as she went.

Deftly she undid my jeans and slid her hand inside them, letting her hand rest against my cock. Looking at Mel, to make sure she was okay with what Jo was doing, I saw that she hadn’t bothered to stop at Pete’s underwear and had his semi hard cock out slowly wanking him to full stiffness. Watching the way my girlfriend was teasing another man’s cock caused mine to stiffen instantly and Jo, feeling it harden, reached her hands into my silk boxers and began to wank me.

As the two women wanked our cocks, and played with our balls, Pete and I looked at each other grinning.

“This seems to be a good idea.” Pete said to me and I agreed.

“It definitely was.” I said and slid down the sofa a little.

Jo stopped wanking me and pulled my jeans and boxers down and, after getting a nod from Mel, started to lower her head. Running my fingers through her hair I slowly pulled her closer, until she could flick her tongue out across the end of my cock, and put my head back.

With my eyes closed I felt her warm, wet mouth lower itself around my shaft and she began to start sucking my cock. Jo was almost as good as Mel at sucking cock and she soon had me gently thrusting my cock into her mouth, every time she took my full length.

All the time Jo was sucking mine I kept glancing at Mel, and saw she was bobbing her head up and down at quite a speed, seemingly trying to make Pete cum in her mouth. Jo started moving her head as fast as Mel and I knew that if she carried on I wouldn’t last much longer. Placing my hand against her head I stopped her sucking and Jo looked at me.

“Is everything okay Shaun?” She asked me.

“It’s better than alright.” I said. “But if I don’t stop you I am going to cum in your mouth.”

“That’s alright Shaun, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Yes but I want to return the favour.” I told her. “Lie down and let me lick your pussy.”

Jo didn’t need asking twice and, as quick as a flash, she had her panties off and was stretched out across the carpet. Looking at her few brunette pubic hairs, that just covered her pussies opening, I lowered my head and began to probe at her with my tongue. Using two fingers I gently opened her and slid my tongue into her pussy, tasting her sweet juices for the first time, and started to flick my tongue over her swollen clit. As soon as she felt my tongue touch her there she bucked wildly, cumming almost instantly, grinding her pussy into my face. I lapped eagerly at her, almost forgetting about Mel and Pete, as her juices just seemed to flow non-stop.

Finally stopping for breath I looked at Mel and saw she was sitting on the sofa, her legs spread as wide as possible, with Pete’s face buried deep into her pussy. istanbul escort She was moaning loudly and seeing her enjoying herself so much spurred me on.

“I want to fuck you so bad Jo.” I said.

“And I want to feel your cock buried deep inside my pussy as well.” She replied. “But fuck me from behind so I can lick Mel’s pussy at the same time.”

Pete heard what Jo had said and stopped licking Mel’s pussy. Mel got off the sofa and laid down on the carpet, her legs spread, as Jo got onto all fours and lifted her ass into the air.

“Go on Shaun enter me. “Jo virtually begged. “And fuck me hard.”

“Yes Shaun let me see your cock enter her pussy.” Mewl said lifting her head so she could see.

I knelt behind Jo and slowly, and gently, pushed my cock against her wet pussy. I slid in easily and as I did Jo lowered her head into Mel’s pussy.

“You smell so good Mel.” Jo said as she pushed her tongue into Mel’s wetness.

“Your tongue feels so good Jo.” Mel replied. “Give me your cock Pete I want to suck you again.”

Pete moved to the side of Mel’s head and she turned, opening her mouth at the same time, letting him slide his cock between her lips. As I watched my wife, with a cock in her mouth and another woman’s tongue in her pussy, I rammed my cock hard and fast deep into Jo.

It was Pete that first said anything.

“Fucking hell Mel I’m going to cum.” He said.

Mel looked at me and Jo, almost as if she was looking for permission.

“Go on Mel make him cum.” I said. “Swallow it all.”

“Yes Mel taste Pete’s cum.” Jo added. “Tell me if it’s as good as Shaun’s”

Mel greedily started sucking Pete again and, almost instantly, he let out a loud groan and started to thrust his cock deep into her mouth.

“Yes Mel that’s it taste it all.” Pete groaned as he jerked uncontrollably.

Mel finished drinking all his cum and looked at me.

“Take your cock out of Jo.” Mel said to me. “Let me see you cover her ass with your cum.”

After ramming my cock deep into Jo a couple more times I felt my balls tighten and, after whipping my cock out of her, I wrapped my fist around myself and wanked until I finally started to cum. Jet after jet of thick white liquid splattered across Jo’s back and ass as I squeezed my cock tightly, making sure I was fully spent, and when no more cum dripped from the end of my cock Mel jumped up.

“Stay there Jo I’m going to lick every drop off your body.” She said. “Then you can kiss me and taste him as well.”

Jo stayed exactly where she was as Mel, slowly and deliberately, licked every drop of cum from her before grabbing her head and kissing her full on the lips. The two women kissed for ages and when they finally separated they looked at me and Pete, cum all over their mouths.

“Once we have all recovered we shall have to do that again.” Jo said. “Only this time Pete can fuck Mel.”

“And you can have the position I had Shaun.” Pete added. “I want to see you cum all over Jo’s face.”

Eventually me and Pete had cum that much we couldn’t carry on as quick as the women wanted so, instead of waiting for us to recover, they proceeded to put on a show for us both. They spent ages licking and sucking each other’s pussies before Jo left Mel lying on the carpet, fingering her own pussy, before coming back wearing a seven inch strap-on dildo.

“Get on your knees Mel.” Jo said as she covered the dildo with lubricant. “Let’s show these men how we women like to fuck.”

Mel stared at the dildo and stopped fingering herself, before turning onto her front and lifting her ass high in the air.

“Go on Jo fuck me hard.” Mel shouted. “Make me cum again.”

Pete and I watched, and wanked, as the two women fucked each other for ages. They even swapped the dildo at one point so Mel was fucking Jo. We fucked so many times that night that we all lost count. All I knew was that I had never cum so much in one night. When we all finally collapsed through sheer exhaustion, Mel and Jo wrapped in each other’s arms, light was beginning to filter through the curtains.

“Do you think you will continue to swing Pete?” I asked. “Or was that one night enough for you.”

“I’ll leave that for Jo to decide.” He replied. “But I would love to yes. What about you and Mel?”

“I think we will.” I told him. “There are so many possibilities to explore.”

We talked for a while longer before the women both woke and, following one more fuck, Mel and I got dressed.

“I suppose we ought to be going.” I said. “But I am so glad we met you and…”

“I know exactly what you are going to say.” Pete said. “And who knows maybe one day, very soon, we will.”

“We better do.” Jo added. “Mel has the best tasting pussy I have ever eaten.”

As Mel and I walked out of their house Jo called out.

“And your cock tastes great as well.”

I turned and smiled at them before we got in the car and drove away.

“Well Mel are you glad we did that?” I asked.

“Too right I am.” She replied. “Now let’s get home and see who else wants to meet up.”

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*Don’t fear the waves, fear the undertow*

(One more from Shawhollow)

(Emily isn’t an idiot so trust her enough to uphold her end of the friendships she’s forged.)

(Two Weeks Later)

School has a pattern; first is the uncertainty of taking something new and deciding if you are going to drop the course before the deadline. Then the boredom sets in as you get the hang of what you think you are doing. Finally comes the abject terror that you’ve committed yourself to a course you hate/can’t complete. We were all on the cusp of Stage Three.

You could say everyone in the house was a bit stressed about school; when you added in the hormones of the young and things got down right anxious. We dealt with this in a number of ways. We divided up kitchen duty, times for our study groups, and who needed rides to work. For that one day, that Thursday, I was pretty sure we had it all under control.

Barney, Betsy, and I are in one corner of the living room doing our history thing while Jesse and his boyfriend Derrick have the other. Mark and Jamie are playing with the X-box, Gina is at work, and Emily and Amber are studying in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Since none of us are expecting company we look around the room to see who would stop what they are doing to answer the call.

Barney losses the battle of wills, sighs and trots to the door. He opens it and stammers something which translates over from Awkward Man-speak as ‘hot woman at door’.

“May I come in,” a hauntingly familiar and frightening voice asks. She doesn’t wait for Barney to answer opting to push past him and enter the entry hall.

I am staring at Mercedes and three thoughts rush through my head; how does she know where we live, what’s her plan, and can I reach Jamie before she erupts?

“Hey Craig,” she purrs at the same time that Emily skips down the hallway with a big smile on her face.

“Mercedes!” she squeals as she runs up and hugs the newcomer. I would admonish Emily if I wasn’t racing to catch Jamie as she comes off the floor.

“Bitch!” Jamie screams as she thrashes in my bear hug. Since I am holding her arms pinned to her chest she kicks out instead.

“Please,” Emily pleads to Jamie. “We’ve made up and Mercedes is very sorry about what happened.”

“That’s right,” Mercedes smiles mischievously. “I was very bad and I’d like to apologize to both you and Craig.”

“Oh, to hell you say!” Jamie thunders. “I’m not forgiving shit because you haven’t changed, you cunt.”

“I accept your apology,” I tell Mercedes, taking a different tact.

“Craig, you can’t believe this shit?” Jamie gawks as she turns to see if I’d drunk the Kool-Aid.

“I’m cool with it if Emily is,” I soothe Jamie as I back out of the living room toward the bedrooms.

“You are a bitch,” Jamie screams at Mercedes as we exit the room. Once we are in our bedroom and the door is shut I put Jamie down and she promptly slaps me.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” she snaps.

“Listen Jamie, it is better to have her and Emily where we can keep an eye on them than have her telling Emily that we aren’t really her friends,” I explain. I also fail to promise her that I wouldn’t remove her from an awkward situation when needed.

Jamie vibrates with poorly contained energy, her gaze toward me alternating between impressed and furious. When smoke starts boiling out of her ears I take action. I grab Jamie and kiss her violently, crushing her to me. I give her a little room after a minute.

“Sex! Now!” Jamie demands.

“Later,” I assuage her, “we have company.”

“RRRRR” Jamie responds accompanied with some heavy breathing. My eyes gravitate to her braless breasts, a move that Jamie catches.

“You are hopeless,” she says as she rolls her eyes, but I can tell I’ve temporarily defused her wrath.

I take Jamie’s hand and lead her back to the main room. The conversation subsides when we return.

“So, are we okay?” Mercedes asks sweetly.

“Sure,” I respond. Jamie glares at Mercedes but keeps the peace and resumes her place with the X-box. Emily looks at me nervously so I give her a wink and a smile only belatedly catching Mercedes taking in the whole exchange.

I rejoin my study group and we get back to business. I catch Betsy tossing me a questioning look but I indicate that it is a story that takes more than one breath so she lets it lie. Emily and Mercedes go back to their room to ‘study’ while Amber comes over to the sofa and sits down next to me very platonic-like.

I end up being the one to take Betsy home, stopping on the way to pick up Gina from work. Gina is her warm friendly self as she gets into the back seat of my car, hugging me and almost hugging Betsy who barely recoils in time. Once again Betsy gives me this curious look.

“I have a bunch more girls as friends than actual girlfriends,” I try to explain.

“Of course,” she says with a straight face. “It is none of my business anyway.”

“Wow,” Gina snickers, “she’s so hot for you.”

“I am not,” insists Betsy. “He’s not my type.”

“No sancaktepe escort she’s not (hot for me),” I add, then, “I’m not?”

“No, you are not and if he’s so hot why are you sharing him with all those other roommates of his?” Betsy asks Gina. Gina chuckles.

“I’m not sleeping with Craig. He’s Mark’s best friend and I’m with Mark. So, what is your excuse?” Gina replies.

“I prefer a prospective boyfriend to have more morals,” Betsy informs us. Gina and I exchange looks by way of the rearview mirror.

“What do you mean Betsy?” I inquire. “I’ve always been nice to you.”

“Craig, you sleep with every girl you meet,” Betsy explains. Okay…

“What makes you think that?” I have to ask causing Betsy to sigh patiently.

“How many women have you slept with, if you haven’t lost count?” she says with a heavy dose of condescension.

“Three,” I fire off immediately. I remind myself that Betsy alienates almost everyone she knows in a matter of months.

“Do you seriously expect me to believe that?” Betsy replies.

“Craig,” Gina questions me playfully, “how many girls have hit on you?” I have to think about that.

“A few,” I prevaricate. Gina snorts.

“Mark says that you get all kinds of play at those football parties,” she grins.

“Having some sluts rub up against him hardly makes Craig more appealing,” Betsy counters.

“One; they are not sluts. Two; it was all harmless fun,” I grumble.

“If you say so,” she sniffs a rebuff.

“Betsy, do I bother you?” I inquire. She gave me a serious once over.

“No, you behave yourself around me and you are pretty smart for a jock,” she admits.

“I feel the same way about you Betsy. You may keep looking at my crotch but you are discrete about it,” I tease her. I expect some sort of snappy denial so when she turns and looks out the window without comment I am a bit floored.

“Betsy, I’m sorry. That was uncalled for,” I apologize after a moment.

“Okay,” is her clipped reply.

“That’s good,” I tell her. “After all, if you dumped me it would ruin my reputation as a man-whore.”

“Well,” groans Betsy, “we can’t have that.” Shortly after that we drop Betsy off and Gina has joined me in the front seat, Gina smiles at me and says,

“You like her.”

“Sure I like her but I wish she’d notice that Barney existed. He is so into her and I think he could put up with her crap if they ever got into a relationship,” I respond.

“That’s very nice of you. I’m sure she’d sleep with you if you went after her,” Gina comments.

“I think we both know I don’t want to sleep with every woman I find attractive,” I reply.

“Don’t I know it,” she sighs playfully. Getting back is fun to say the least. I really need some quality time with Jamie. Between Mercedes and Betsy I am getting too wound up.

Of course, coming through the door Barney ‘manhandles’ me into the kitchen.

“Craig, I called Betsy and asked her out on a date,” he blubbers.

“Well, good for you,” I smile and pat him on the back.

“She said yes … what am I going to do?” he continues to stutter.

“I imagine you’ll pick out a nice place to eat and a movie you think she’ll like to see,” I suggest.

“Ummm … okay, right,” Barney nods.

“Barney, relax; this is not the end of the world. Take it one step at a time,” but I have a feeling Barney isn’t really listening anymore.

The thankful thing is everyone else has crashed out so I clean up and creep into my bedroom, hoping for a little comfort. I am about to pad over to Jamie’s bed when I see her in mine. As I slip under the covers she moves over … and I know I’ve made a mistake.

“Amber?”

“Yes,” she whispers back. “Emily and the whore are getting busy so Jamie said I could crash here.” I remain silent. “Yes,” Amber snickers, “she is the dark psychic girl,” and by she I know she means Jamie.

“This doesn’t change anything between us right?” I say quietly.

“No,” she answers, then, “Is that your thumb between my legs or are you not hard yet?” I shift around to clarify the matter to her. “Oh fuck, Craig,” she hisses, “you are hard as a rock. If you are going to fuck me at least me get my underwear out of the way.”

“Do you want to fuck?” I all but beg urgently.

“Wouldn’t you rather we cuddle instead?” she tests me. The short, truthful answer is ‘no, but would you at least let me get the K-Y under the bed and beat off first’, but that’s not how I respond. I snuggle up, wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight. Amber presses her head against my neck and takes a deep breath.

“Good night,” Amber breathes into me. I resolve to somehow will my erection to obedience and I am making some headway, no pun intended, when I hear a woman go off in a very passionate and vocal orgasmic explosion. It has to be Mercedes, the bitch, and because love obviously abhors a vacuum Mark and Gina begin getting busy on the other side of the wall. Now I know what Jesse had gone through last semester.

(Friday)

I blame sultangazi escort myself, really I do. I am so busy getting the story from Emily on how she and Mercedes have hooked back up – Mercedes had come crying to her full of remorse (yeah right) that I forget the other emotional train wreck in my life. Sometimes I think Emily is way too nice a person. An apology led to a coffee, to a walk in the park, to heavy petting at Mercedes’ apartment to having sex here at our place.

Barney borrows my car for his date; so far so good. He chose one of the nicest places to eat near campus; even better. Had he remembered his wallet things would have worked out, but he didn’t, so Betsy ends up paying for their meals. Betsy asks that she drive back to our place to get his wallet, but Barney insists that he drive and of course he is pulled over.

That is when Barney apparently losses the ability for coherent speech so he ends up going to the police station with a DUI. Betsy is smart enough to call me to come bail him out; I bring Jamie along to take my car and would have brought her in but she decides Barney was humiliated enough. Jesse is good enough to let me use his car for the pick-up.

At the station I meet a fuming Betsy and a friendly officer. After a bit of ‘shop talk’ about the team’s chances next season he agrees to have Barney ROR’ed and he gets to show up to court on Monday to clear this up. The ride back to Betsy’s dorm is done in tomb-like silence. At least Barney has enough dignity not to sob.

“Betsy, I’m sorry,” Barney mumbles once we stop to drop Betsy off.

“Okay,” she says curtly then gets out. I can’t bare Barney’s heartsick look.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell Barney. I jump out of the car and race to catch up with Betsy. I find her in front of the elevator.

“Betsy I’m … Listen, I know Barney can do better. Please give him another shot,” I plead.

“Are you serious?” she snaps. I nod and to her credit she takes a moment to think it over. She steps into me, puts a hand to the back of my head and draws me down into a kiss. Tentative at first then our tongues began to dart back and forth.

“Okay,” she relents once we break our kiss, “but now we are even for the research paper.”

“Huh? You came back and helped me with the English paper. You don’t owe me anything,” I respond.

“Craig, I would have been lost without your help and I’m smart enough to know it. You would have finished your English assignment with or without me,” Betsy relates.

“Why the kiss then?” I have to ask.

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” she states.

“I … well … how was it?” I inquire.

“I’m going out with Barney again, am I not?” she smiles. Now I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. Barney is my buddy and I want him to go on a date because his lady wants to spend time with him, not because she feels she owes me something. I guess I have to be satisfied with the hope that this time the real Barney will shine through and impress Betsy with the good guy I know him to be.

Barney and I get back without exchanging a word. I have a grand total of a year and a half dating experience and I have never experienced anything like this. Barney is even worse off in the girl-thing than me, so he is of no help. When we get home no one acts out of the ordinary.

“Barney, Betsy called and she wants you to call her when you got in,” Jamie says nonchalantly.

Barney looks at me fearfully for an explanation like I’m some guru.

“Call her,” I advise. Like a man walking to the gallows Barney walks over to the phone in the kitchen. The gang (Mark, Gina, Jamie, and Amber) are watching the TV and aren’t likely to cut down on the noise. I figure Jesse and Derrick have already headed out for the night.

I head to the bathroom; see the door is somewhat ajar so I stroll on in. I catch Derrick drying off and our eyes lock.

“I need to use the toilet,” I inform him. Derrick secures the towel around his waist before walking past me on the way back to Jesse’s room. He smacks my ass as he does so.

“Don’t you be play’en now,” I tease him which is clearly the last thing he expects me to say. “I know you’re someone’s bitch.”

Derrick gives me another look then laughs out loud.

“I’m going to tell Jesse you said that,” he chuckles.

“What; that you are playing around, or that you’re his bitch,” I grin.

“Maybe I’ll tell him you hit on me,” he suggests.

“He’ll never believe it,” I reply. He looks for the punch line and I deliver. “He knows I’m far too afraid of Jamie to ever piss her off by pissing Jesse off that much.”

“Ha,” he laughs again. “I believe it. Jesse’s told me about the scars she’s left on your back. I’d be afraid of her too.”

“I’ll tell her you said that. It will make her night,” I snicker. Derrick heads his way and I relieve myself. I pass Barney on the way back to the living room; he looks somewhat beyond stunned.

“Everything okay?” I question.

“Betsy asked if we could try again tomorrow night. I said yes,” cihangir escort he mumbles.

“Good for you,” I tell him as I put a hand on his shoulder and turn him around. “Jesse and Derrick are getting dressed.”

That is code for gay guys doing stuff that us straight guys might not want to wrap our minds around – being confident heterosexuals and all. For all I know they are really getting dressed for a night on the town, but letting Barney stumble in on them probably isn’t wise. We return to the living room, Barney takes the recliner and I start to lay out on the sofa. Before I can get comfortable, Jamie and Amber get off the floor and settle in on either side of me – just like old times.

(Monday)

I’m in second semester Advanced Biology when I get a text from the Coach to contact him ASAP. I muddle through the rest of the class and give him a call in the hallway, or I start to.

“Hey Craig! Congrats,” an upperclassman I barely know says as he comes up and slaps me on the back. I think his name is Tony or Tom.

“Huh?” I wonder.

“Lawrence Morgan announced he’s going into the NFL draft,” he grins. Oh hell, I was supposed to have this responsibility until year after next.

“Thanks, but I think I should see what the Coach has to say about that,” I respond. I hope my smile doesn’t come across as too feeble.

I toy with the idea of blowing of Organic Chemistry but I think the Coach will understand that I put a high premium on my course load. Besides, I’m not going to blow off Eleanor and Barney. I call the man and give him my decision. He understands and asks me to come around to his office before lunch because there are things we need to discuss. I can’t tell if that is good news or not.

I arrive at the Coach’s office without too much drama. He is on the phone, but waves me to a seat. My Father has been out of the picture for some time so I’m a bit thin on male role models, but in the short time I’ve known him I think I could do worse than Coach. He does his best to tell you the right thing to do and makes you feel small if you don’t do it without saying a word.

“Craig, I’m prepared to bring in a rising senior out of Fresno State to take the top spot as quarterback,” he begins without preamble. “It is not a rebuke of you or your style, but I want you to get a bit more experience before saddling you with team leadership. You may still end up with the top slot. I’m keeping the team’s options open; okay?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. I’m neither elated for dodging the burden nor deflated for missing the limelight for another year. I was promised the lead position for my junior and senior years so I’m not really missing anything. “I still want the quarterback slot if I can get it,” I add.

“I know you do Craig,” Coach grins. “I also want you to know something. You were right and I was wrong.”

That catches me off-guard. What can he be referring to?

“Mark Quantrill; I know you encouraged him to come here and try out for the team. You were so impressive at All-State I under-estimated his talent. He’s become a real asset and it proves I was right about you; you read your players well. I’ll tell you something else.”

“Sir?”

“Morgan isn’t going to last three years in the NFL. He has a fantastic arm but he doesn’t play well with others. There is also the fact that this conference has some of the worst secondaries in the nation. Morgan is going to learn what it is like when he goes up against the professionals. I think he is going to have a rude awakening.”

“He still has the best arm I’ve ever seen,” I counter.

“One of the differences between the two of you is you both have good arms – his is better – but you have a better head for the game. You know what your people can and can’t do which makes you a far deadlier opponent. Besides, you should see our defensemen flinch every time you take a hit. I’ve never seen a defense care so much for the guy on the other side.”

By that he means someone on the offense. There is always a rivalry between offense and defense. Whenever one side succeeds in a scrimmage, the other side gets yelled at. It is the way of things. Sometimes we forgot we are on the same team so I make a point of hanging out with the other half of the team when I am on the bench. It is a technique I had learned in high school. After all, you can’t win a game if you can’t stop the other team from scoring.

The phone rings and Coach answers it. He says a few words before catching my eye.

“Get out of here Dawkins, but I am going to need some of your time next week. We have some recruits coming by the University and I want you to meet them,” Coach tells me. The phone rings and I’m dismissed to get back to the scholastic duties.

It is right at nine o’clock in the evening when the doorbell goes off once more. It has not been a great day. I became top quarterback and lost the slot all in a few hours. The Organic Chemistry lab was brutal and Eleanor took particular pleasure in torturing me for reasons unknown. It has also gotten a lot more crowded at our place.

Miracle of miracles, Betsy is spending time with Barney though I have to keep pulling him aside and remind him to grow a spine and stand up to Betsy. Bowing to her every whim is the surest way in my mind for her to go elsewhere. It is not a matter of domination; if you don’t challenge her she loses all respect for you – it is that simple.

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“So, come on, tell me!”

Jessica looked up at me, smiling, her head resting on the pillow next to me as we lay in bed, our naked bodies still glistening with sweat. Her left wrist resting on my chest, her thin fingers tracing tiny circles as I breathed heavily, having just had an orgasm a few minutes previously.

“I just want to make sure you’re totally satisfied. I want to be the best you’ve ever had, but I just feel that you’ve had all this experience compared to me,” she said, trying to tease a confession out of me. Jessica was a few years younger than I was, twenty-two years old with long reddish-blond hair and green eyes; soft, pale skin; and lots of freckles. She was alluding to the fact that I had a series of girlfriends before her, some of whom she knew through our mutual friends.

“Are you kidding?” I asked her, as I rolled over onto my left side to face her. I gestured to the little puddles of cum that were still warm on her belly. “I’m obviously very satisfied. You are the best I’ve ever had. Seriously. You’re incredible.” It was true; I had never been with a girl who was so sexually open and enthusiastic, and I told her that.

She grinned, closed her eyes for a moment, and shrugged. “You are pretty incredible yourself, Mister. Seriously, it’s great; I just get the feeling there’s more you want to try.”

I had to admit, she was right. “Well, sure. I haven’t lived out every sexual fantasy. But what about you? There has to be something you want to try.”

“Oh, yeah!” She sat up, her eyes widening. “But I haven’t had the chances you have had.” Before dating me, Jessica had a college boyfriend, but they split up when she joined the army and left him behind. I was four years older and had a string of short-term girlfriends and one-night stands throughout college and all over the world in my four years as an army officer.

“Well,” I said, deciding to turn the tables, “What is your biggest fantasy? What do you want to try?”

She laughed. “Oh no. I asked you first. Plus, I’m way too kinky for you.”

“Try me,” I said, my fingertips trailing the contour of her side, down her thin hips, and along the curve of her ass.

She almost said something right away, but then she bit her lower lip. “I have an idea.” She rolled away and opened the drawer on the nightstand on her side of the bed, pulling out a notepad and pen. “Let’s write down our darkest, kinkiest fantasy.” She tore two pages from the notebook and handed me one. “Then we exchange them and read each other’s. That way, nobody has an advantage.”

“No judgment? This stays between you and me?” I asked, taking a pen.

“Our little secret,” she said, smiling and kissing me. I agreed. She rolled away to write hers down, and I teased her by pretending to peek over her shoulder and read hers. “Hey, no cheating!” she snapped, laughing and hiding her paper with a spare pillow.

I rolled back over and stared at my blank piece of paper. I felt a rush of heat through my body and took a deep breath. I knew what I wanted to write. My most closely guarded secret was that I was sexually attracted to men. I had a secret collection of bisexual and gay porn, although I had never so much as kissed another man. My ultimate fantasy was a bisexual threesome with a gorgeous woman and a muscular stud, but I was afraid to write it down. If I wrote that down, I would be essentially coming out for the first time in my life to another person, and I wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Finished!” She announced, rolling over. “Let’s trade!”

“Hold on; I haven’t finished mine yet. I have so many fantasies, it’s hard to pin down my ultimate fantasy.”

She leaned in close to my ear and whispered. “Just think of your kinkiest … ” I felt the flat palm of her hand slide down my chest to my cock, which had been inside her only a few minutes before.

“Raunchiest … ” She started rubbing my cock playfully, her voice deep and raspy in my ear. I imagined another man behind her, sliding his cock inside her while she began to give me a hand job.

“Hottest … oh, wait … I think we have an idea!” I could hear the pleasure in her voice as she felt my cock growing stiff. I quickly scribbled my answer, a threesome with her and another man, leaving out the bisexuality aspect. If pressed, I decided, I would say I was straight but loved the idea of her being ravished by two men.

We handed each other our little scraps of paper and unfolded them. Hers read: “threesome with two bi guys.” I looked up at her. She had turned my paper around toward me, beaming with a grin. “Oh my God,” she giggled, “that is so fucking hot.” She leaned forward and kissed me passionately, pressing her body against me and tossing the bahçeşehir escort scrap of paper over her shoulder.

I fell back against the pillow, sliding one hand between her legs to the very moist lips of her pussy. She moaned and arched her back as we kissed. I ran my fingers in circles across her clitoris. After a few minutes of fingering her, I lifted her up and rolled her onto her back. She eagerly spread her legs for me, squeezing her left breast with her hand, closing her eyes, and bending her head back. I briefly rubbed the head of my cock down the slick folds of her pussy lips, guiding it with my hand. She pressed hard against me when I slid my hard-on inside her for the second time that night. I rocked back and forth, fucking her face-to-face, and felt her other hand move from my back to my lips.

When I felt her finger on my lips, I opened my mouth to begin to suck it while I pounded her with my cock. “Mmmmhmm,” she gasped. “I want to see you suck a cock … just … like that … while you fuck me.”

I had never been so turned on before. I energetically sucked her finger and could see the lust in her eyes. I was thrusting so hard and so fast that her firm, round breasts were almost vibrating. At that moment, we both came together, something we had never done before.

Jessica strutted confidently around the pool table, lining up her shot. She looked incredible, dressed casually in tight designer jeans and a tight, shiny, short-sleeve, button-up top. She rarely wore heels and was normally a bit of an army girl tomboy, but on this night she was wearing black-and-silver-glitter open-toed pumps. They added two inches to her frame, already a tall girl at five foot nine, and made her almost the same height as the guy leaning against the wall behind her.

She smiled at me from across the table and bent over at the waist, closing one eye and running the pool cue seductively across the top of her hand a few times. This presented Eric, the blond, athletic. and clean-shaven soldier behind her, with a glimpse of the bare small of her back and tight ass. She took her shot, and billiard balls ricocheted around the table. None went in.

“Aw!” She made a teasing, pouty frown toward me. “I missed our shot.” She handed the cue to Eric. “Your turn.” Eric made an attempt to grab the stick from Jessica, but she didn’t let go right away. “Wait. Let me chalk it up a little bit for you.” She took the tiny square of chalk and rubbed the tip slowly at first, then a bit more quickly, running her other hand up and down the shaft, while Eric’s strong hand held it firmly in place. They both laughed. My cock started to get hard in my jeans.

After Eric missed his shot, I pocketed the next few solids and chatted with him while Jessica fetched more beers from the bar. Like us, Eric was in the army, stationed at the nearby base, where he served in a medical unit as an administrator. We talked about our mutual love for the new TV show Arrested Development, the British mockumentary The Office, and the band The Strokes. I did not share his love for soccer, which he played at the college level in California, and I playfully teased him about all games ending in 0-0 ties. He was thin and fit, but with the thick, muscular thighs of a soccer player and the high-and-tight haircut of a professional soldier. I sank the eight ball into the corner pocket to win, and he smiled as he watched Jessica walk back from the bar, carrying three bottles of beer.

“Man, you are such a lucky guy,” he said to me, gazing at Jessica’s long legs and cleavage. “She is so beautiful.”

“Thanks, Eric,” I said, casually taking a bottle from Jessica. “I know how lucky I am.” She winked back at me.

* * * *

“So, what do you think?” I asked Jessica later, the two of us sitting on stools and watching Eric play pool with two of his friends from his unit who had happened to come to the same bar that night.

“I think he’s sexy.” She put her right hand on my thigh and leaned in close to me. “But I want to know what you think.”

I looked back at him, standing with his pool cue and sipping from his bottle. He looked so handsome and confident, but he also seemed very masculine, and I thought he might not be interested in me sexually. I then thought that I was also a relatively rugged, macho military guy and almost no one would imagine my burning desire to suck cock. “I think he’s incredible,” I said finally. “Let’s ask him if we wants to come home with us.”

Jessica clapped her hands together softly and could barely contain her excitement after hearing me say those words. She covered her mouth with one hand conspiratorially and whispered, “Let’s wait until his friends leave first before we ask him. Otherwise that might be a little awkward.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” It was starting to become real, after months of talking about it together and searching profiles on Internet dating sites, reading personal ads and looking for clues among friends and coworkers, we had finally found levent escort Eric. Weeks of the two of us chatting with him on an instant messenger had finally led to this Friday night. But while I was sure that he was into Jessica by the way he looked at her stunning body, I wasn’t yet sure if he was really into me.

“So, we’re really going to try this?” I asked.

“I think we’re really going to try this.”

“My place or yours?”

“My place,” Jessica responded instantly. “My apartment is closer, and I don’t think I can wait the hour drive to your place. I’m so turned on right now, if I have to wait that long, I will get started myself.”

* * * *

“This apartment is really nice,” Eric said, admiring the framed photographs on the wall. “The pictures are really cool.”

“Yeah, I think so too. Jessica actually took all those pictures herself. She’s really good with a camera,” I said, leading him through the hallway and into the kitchen.

“So, do you guys live together?” he asked, as I opened the refrigerator and took two beers from inside, opening them both and handing him one.

“No, actually, we don’t. We’ve only been dating for about six months. We both live on our own but spend almost every night together. We sort-of alternate between apartments. I actually live in Raleigh, about an hour away. She calls it a long-distance relationship.” We both smiled, and I sat on the table in her kitchen, putting more than three feet between myself and Eric. My heart was beating fast, and my palms were even a little sweaty. I was surprised at my own reaction, because I had not expected to be so nervous. My first night with Jessica, a few months previously in the same room, I had been aggressive, making the first move to kiss her while we were washing dishes together after dinner. Now, I was anxious to be so close to another man I was attracted to.

“So,” Eric said after a moment of awkward silence, “I take it you guys have never met anyone like this before?”

“Is it that obvious? No. I mean, we have been interested for a couple months, but it’s just so hard to find the right person. I thought it would be easier, since it turns out we both are into the same kinds of guys.”

“What kinds of guys are those?” Eric asked, taking a swill from his bottle.

“Honestly … a guy like you.” The words that came out of my mouth even surprised me a little. “You know, fit, taller than her, funny, intelligent, straight-acting … being military helps too.”

“Ah, I wish I had known. I would have worn my uniform,” Eric joked. We both laughed.

“Well, yeah, obviously that would have been hot. I bet you look sexy in uniform, but I meant more because we have to be discreet, with don’t ask-don’t tell and everything.”

“I know. I think that’s a big part of why I haven’t done anything with a guy … I mean, physically. I’ve had phone sex with a guy once,” Eric confessed, and I could feel the conversation start to loosen up.

“Really?” I said. “Tell me about that. What was it like?”

Eric started telling his story, but he didn’t get very far before Jessica walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a black lace bra with silver lining; heels from earlier in the evening and stopped and lean against the door of the kitchen, striking a sultry pose like a lingerie model.

“So, what are you boys talking about?” she asked. Eric and I both stared at her, as I slid off the kitchen table.

“Eric was just about to tell me about the time he had phone sex with another guy.”

“Oh really?” Jessica walked over and put her hand on Eric’s abs, staring directly into his eyes. “That sounds so hot. Don’t let me interrupt.”

“You look absolutely fucking amazing,” Eric said breathlessly.

“Thank you.” Jessica looked at me for an instant. “But you boys both have way too many clothes on right now.” With that, she reached down and slipped Eric’s T-shirt over his head and started kissing him before it hit the kitchen floor. I stood a few feet away, holding my beer and gazing at his chest for the first time. His chest was smooth, a runner’s build, with a defined six-pack and a toned, but not bulky, upper body. His hand rested on my girlfriend’s bare hip as they kissed passionately.

I stared at the two of them for a few moments, Eric brought his hand up from her hip to gently squeeze one of her breasts through her black bra. She breathed deeply as they kissed, and suddenly she stretched out her right arm toward me. I extended my arm out to take hers, and she pulled me in with surprising force. She turned away from him to kiss me, and I reached up and grabbed her other breast with my hand. My cock was swollen so hard and pressing up against my jeans that it actually hurt.

I closed my eyes as we kissed, and I heard his belt come unbuckled and the metallic sound of a zipper being undone. As we held hands, I felt her guide my free hand to the waistband of his underwear. She let go of my hand and as I opened my eyes and looked down, she tugged his boxer briefs eyüp escort down, and his cock popped free. He was shaved, and his circumcised cock curved upward sharply.

“Go ahead, baby,” she whispered. “Suck his cock.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I got down on my knees and wrapped, first, my hand and then my lips around his stiff rod. It felt as if a decade or more of pent-up bisexual tension was released at that one moment, and I ran my mouth up and down his cock vigorously. I had to slow down and then stop as Jessica helped him out of his jeans and underwear, but then returned to gorging myself on his beautiful shaft. Eric soon started moaning and gently thrusting his cock into my mouth, and I felt Jessica’s hands on my back.

“Oh yes … I like that,” she said and resumed kissing him. I pulled away for a moment and his rigid dick jumped right back to the erect position. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip and looked up at the two of them. I was on my knees and, with her in high heels, her pussy was right at my eye level but still wrapped up in her panties. I unfastened her garters from her stockings and then slid her panties down to her ankles. She helpfully stepped up and allowed me to slip them off her high heels one at a time.

However, after a number of beers, standing in high heels on a tile kitchen floor while being fondled by two men, she lost her balance while I was taking her panties off the second heel. She fell into Eric, who fortunately caught her and stumbled a few feet back into the kitchen table.

“This is dangerous!” she said, in Eric’s arms in just her stockings and bra.

“If you think about it, it’s a good thing Eric was here to catch you!” I joked. The three of us laughed. “Still, why don’t we go to the bedroom?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Jessica said over her shoulder, taking one of each of our hands and leading us to her bedroom. We both walked behind her, staring at her lovely ass, and we turned to each other and smiled.

We hadn’t reached her bed when she abruptly turned around and said, “Jace, why are you still wearing all your clothes?” She pulled off my shirt, as I started undoing my belt and sliding my jeans off. By the time I threw my jeans into the corner, she was already on her knees, sucking Eric’s cock passionately.

Still a little tentative about touching Eric, I stood beside him and started stroking myself while I watched her slide her mouth up and down his rod, which was glistening in the candlelight from both my saliva and hers. She pulled back and smiled up at me.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” she said devilishly. I laughed.

“I’m standing here naked, jerking off while you suck another man’s cock, I’d hardly call that shy, Jess.”

“You know what I mean.” I knew exactly what she meant.

I continued to watch her suck him and jerked off with my left hand while my right hand hesitantly reached over and touched, then squeezed his right ass cheek. He breathed deeply with pleasure, which I interpreted as encouragement. He moaned softly, eyes closed, mouth open slightly, and I moved to kiss him on the lips.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth and it felt electric to kiss another man. He reached his hand to my chest and I pulled his body tighter into mine. Then I felt my cock slip into Jessica’s mouth, and I pulled back and moaned. She went back and forth sucking us both for a while as our tongues explored each other’s mouths, and then I felt his hard shaft rubbing against mine. She was rubbing our engorged cocks together, occasionally licking and running her tongue around in circles around the tips.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she announced after a few minutes. “I can’t take this anymore. This is driving me crazy. II need someone to fuck me right now.” She was no longer on her knees, but sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, masturbating.

Eric and I stood silent for a few seconds, and for a few seconds, the three of us all just masturbated together.

“Well,” I said finally, “Eric is our guest.”

Jessica stood up, loosely grabbing Eric by the penis, and guided him towards the bed. She crawled onto her back and turned to me. “Condoms!”

It at all happened so suddenly that we hadn’t planned this out. Jessica and I had been monogamous so far, and we were not using condoms because she was on birth control. “Do we have any?” I asked, as Eric stood between her legs, holding his cock a few inches away from her dripping pussy.

“I think here are some in the bathroom cabinet, next to your razors!” she exclaimed.

I left the room, ran into the bathroom, and started looking around. There were no condoms there. I could hear her moaning softly in the other room. My mind race about what they were doing, and I started making a mess, emptying baskets in drawers until I found a single condom. The expiration date on the wrapper was the previous month. Oh well, I thought, this is going to have to work.

When I came back into the room, Eric’s face was buried between her legs, and her bra was gone. The stockings were still on her legs, raised in the air, as he thirstily licked and tongued her pussy. I crawled onto the bed with them, unwrapping the condom and handing it to Eric. She instantly grabbed my bare cock and started sucking while Eric slid his wrapped shaft inside her.

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Chapter 1

I married Stan for several reasons; he was dependable, he had a job with a good future, he loved me, he was honest, he knew how to make me have great orgasms, well, that’s pretty good, right? And, of course, I loved him dearly.

He’s wonderful but one thing I now know is that he’s no handyman. He kids that he doesn’t know which end of the screwdriver to hold. He may be right.

So, when we bought our condo, there were some things that needed repair and replacement, no real big things, the inspection caught those. No, it was more a bunch of little things that you find out about after you’ve lived in a place for a month or two, loose shelves, sticking drawers, dents in the wall, a tile that comes loose in the shower, things like that.

Now, I’ve told you that Stan keeps me well-fucked and that’s wonderful, more the better. But, he’s totally inept around the house, or condo, in our case.

So, I asked around the office where I worked and one of the girls I work with, Denise, gave me the name and number of a guy she had used and was pleased with enough that she and her husband have used him a number of times. She told me I would be very pleased with his work and that she was very happy with what he had done for her.

I called him and made an appointment for him to come over and look at the things we wanted done so he could give us an estimate. He was right on time and Stan and I showed him all the little projects and he gave us an estimate right there on the spot. It seemed reasonable to us so we asked him when he could start and it turned out that he could start the coming Tuesday. I figured I would work from home while he did the work to just make sure everything went as expected.

Now, right after he left, my husband said, “Well, hon, I think you caught his interest.”

“What? You don’t mean, like, sexually or something.”

“Yes, sexually or something. He was checking you out the whole time.”

“There was once when, well, he did seem to be looking down my top, but…”

“Hon, he was drooling and you hardly noticed.”

Let me stop for a moment and explain a few things. First, I’m not a Playboy Bunny, I’m fifty-three. Having said that, I do look pretty decent for a woman my age, I’ve gained only a few pounds since I was in college, even my boobs have held up pretty well. Not every woman my age can get away with wearing a blouse braless but I can and they don’t really sag particularly at all. Second, I’ve been married for over thirty years. And, well, I’ve never strayed from my husband ever.

There was once, well, I was about twenty-eight, a fellow that worked to the same company, he wasn’t shy about what he wanted, we even did a little necking in a back room after everyone had left. Had my blouse and bra off and I just made him stop. That was not easy.

Well, this handyman wasn’t the first guy who had shown an interest but, truthfully, it did feel pretty good.

“So, are you jealous that he’s checking out your little wifey?”

“Here, feel,” and he took my hand and led it to the bulge in the front of his pants.

“What got you so excited?”

“Seeing a guy that so obviously wanted you.”

“And that makes you hard?”

“Oh, yeah. I know it sounds strange but I think you should go braless the day he’s here. He’d love a look at those great boobs of yours. Bet he’d love to suck those hard nipples,” he said as he reached out and lightly pinched my nipples which were hardening with the talk of teasing the handyman.

Walt, the handyman, appeared to be in his mid-forties and was in pretty nice shape. He was nice looking and clean-shaven and Denise had told me that he was divorced and also a bit of a flirt. Ah, well.

The next day, I mentioned to Denise that we had hired him and thanked her for the recommendation.

The night before he came to start the repair work, Stan, after supper, almost dragged me into our bedroom and began taking my clothes off.

“What has gotten into you?” I asked as we stood there naked, my husband’s cock hard and stiff like a teenager’s.

I took hold of it, “Look at you, what a hard-on.”

“Well, you’ve just got to give this guy, Walt, a show tomorrow. Braless, that low-cut peasant blouse, short skirt, no panties. Give him something to live for, hon, you are such a hot woman and you know he wants what you’ve got. He’d love to do this,” and he bends down to begin sucking my nipple as he fondles my other breast.

We were soon in bed, Stan up over me fucking me like he hadn’t done in quite a while, this was no love-making, he was fucking me. Now, that’s not a complaint, I’m a woman who loves both. And right then, it felt right, oh, so right.

After our sex, we lay there in each other’s arms as he asked me, “So will you dress like that tomorrow? See what the thought does for me?” and he leads my hand down to his re-hardened cock.

“What is this all about, Stan, you want me to start something with this guy?”

“Well, hon, just go around without panties or a bra and see what happens. maslak escort You’re a sexy woman, you know he was looking you over.”

“And, what if things go a little further? What about that?”

“Just promise me you’ll have fun, that’s all.”

“So, whatever might happen is okay with you?”

“As long as you tell me all about it.”

“You’re crazy, Stan, but I’ve got a use for this,” I said as I gripped his hard cock and moved up over him and gave him a fucking. Yes, I was turned-on, my pussy wanted action even though I’d had a quite nice screw just a while earlier.

The next morning, Stan watched as I got dressed. No panties, no bra, peasant blouse that tended to dip open whenever I bent forward even the slightest. And a skirt that just came below my pussy and butt cheeks. I may be over fifty but I was looking pretty good.

“God, if I had the time, I’d fuck you myself but I’ll leave you to your handyman. Have fun,” and he kissed me and left for work.

I went to the kitchen for a final cup of coffee and sat there wondering what the day might bring, my pussy, all tingly.

Denise had told me the guy was a flirt, well, lots of guys flirt, maybe that’s all he ever did. Then, maybe Stan was right, this Walt guy really wanted to fuck me. Well, I was probably just becoming a teenager when he was born. Surely he’s got younger women to have fun with.

I stood up, rinsed my cup and walked back into the bedroom and stood before the full-length mirror.

Well, for fifty-three, not bad. Nice tits, you can even see my nipples a bit through the fabric and, turning around and bending over, let’s see, mmm, well, that leaves nothing to his imagination, mmm, pussy lips and all.

I had freshly shaved knowing that things may go farther than I first thought, after all, looking at myself, and feeling the wetness inside me begin to build, well, I wanted to look my best and be at my sexually most appealing. Then, the doorbell rang.

He came in, gave me a brief hug, took his toolbox and painter’s tarp and went to the kitchen where there were several small projects. I went into a spare room we use as an office and began some office work and about an hour later went back out to the kitchen to see if he would like some coffee or something else to drink.

He told me water was fine and showed me two things he’d already done. We sat at the table and it’s obvious that he’s very interested in the amount of cleavage I’m giving him and when his glass was about empty, I got up to fill it and, at the sink, I pulled down the front of my blouse some more and went back to the table.

There’s no question where his prime focus was and I could see the effect it was having on the front of his workpants. When we were finished, I made sure to brush my breasts along his arm as he was getting up and to lean forward offering him an enhanced view for him to think about as he went back to work.

As it neared noon, I went back out and asked him if he’d like a sandwich and I went to make them as he came in to sit at the table. As I was working on our lunch, I pulled my blouse down even further, just keeping my nipples covered, yes, I was turned-on, yes, I was pushing the envelope.

We were just chit-chatting when he moved the subject.

“I must say, Lisa, I’m really enjoying the view, I do appreciate it,” he said as he smiled across the table.

“Well, thanks, Walt, that’s a nice thing to say,” and I leaned forward giving him a better view as I looked directly into his eyes making sure he knew that it was all intentional.

He looked right at me as his hand came across the table and slid into the top of my blouse, right under my breast, as he moved his chair over to me, then pulled my blouse down off my shoulders.

Chapter 2

“Very pretty, Lisa,” and he bent over to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth and began to suck. I petted his face as he sucked me. By now, I was so turned-on, so horny, so aroused, that I dropped my hand to his lap and began rubbing it on his very hard bulge.

I pulled my breast away, got down and unzipped his fly, wrestled his hard cock out, sucked it for a minute, then, got up over him in his chair, facing him as I crammed his cock into me and began scissoring up and down as his strong hands helped me raise me up and down.

“Oh, Lisa, you are one hot woman. And tight, really tight. I’ve been wanting this since I walked into your condo last week.”

“I saw you looking at me, you naughty man. Here I am, happily married, and you come along looking me over, making me get hot, getting me juicy.”

“Oh, you are juicy, all right. I just went right up inside you, right where I’ve been wanting.”

I was grinding down on his cock, twisting my hips, rubbing his tip way up inside me where it felt so good.

“Mmm, I love your cock, Walt, nice and gets deep where I want it.”

“Your pussy muscles are awesome, Lisa, you must exercise them a lot, they sure are making me feel good.”

“I’ve got a dildo that I kayaşehir escort can stick on the bathroom floor, and, no, that’s not why the tile came loose, don’t even ask. I use it to keep my pussy toned-up, so, you like it, huh?”

“Mmm, your pussy is fabulous, you’re gonna get me off pretty soon.”

“Good, I’m close, too, then, we’ve got to get back to work and quit fucking around,” I gasped, breathlessly as I smiled at him. Oh, yes, this was great. I’ve never fucked another man since I married Stan but he didn’t seem to mind, even encouraged me, of all things, and now, here I am, impaled on our handyman’s lovely, hard cock fucking him up and down with all I have.

“Mmm, mmm, yes, yes, OOH, OOH, UH, uh, mmm, oh, yes, that’s wonderful, mmm,” I groaned as my orgasm took me over and I kept moving, wanting his cum, wanting him to cover my insides with his cum, to leave me full of his body’s love offering to me. Oh, yes, I wanted his cum.

And I got it, “UUNH, UUNH, uuh, uuh, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, that was wonderful, Lisa, you are so good, so sexy, I knew when I first saw you that you would be the best,” and he leaned forward and kissed me long and hard, our tongues fucking each other’s mouths, his cock soaking in his cum lining my throbbing vagina. I loved it and didn’t want to ever move.

But, I also knew that there were projects to be finished and I pulled off him and got a wet cloth to wipe his cock with. I also took the opportunity to suck it a little more because it was so handsome and hard.

About four, I went back out and got him.

“It’s time to knock off work, Walt, I’ve got something that needs some attention as I pulled off my peasant blouse and skirt and led him into the bedroom. He got up over me and we had a lovely, long, leisurely fuck that ended in two wonderfully explosive orgasms. We snuggled and kissed and played with each other until it was almost five, then had a quick shower and off he went after promising me he would be back for more at eight on the money. It’s nice to have a promise.

About five-thirty, the door opened and Stan came in, took one look at me and said, “Well, you have a well-fucked look about you, hon. Have a nice day?”

“Quite a nice day, thank you. I think you were right about our handyman. Seems he was into me. And more than once,” I said with a smile and a wink.

“Still drippy with his cum? Anything left for me, a little creampie, perhaps?”

“Already showered but you can try,” and I sat on the sofa and put my legs up over his back as he knelt before me, lapping me out. Then, he sat up and said, “Well, I think I’ll leave you alone tonight so you’re good and hot for him tomorrow. So, you can really let him have it.”

“Well, that deserves a nice suck for such an understanding husband,” and we changed places. I made dinner with the nice taste of my husband’s cum in my mouth, rinsing it down with a glass of red wine.

Over dinner, Stan just had to hear every bit about my coupling with our hired man and how my orgasms each were in great detail. He was so hard, I sucked him off again. I was so horny when I finally went to sleep, I wanted the morning to hurry so my new lover would be here for another fuck.

I wore a low-cut tee and another short skirt, this one, denim, and Stan greatly approved of my attire before he left.

“Oh, babe, there might not be much work done today after he sees you like this. Save me some cum, so I can eat it out” and he kissed me as I squeezed the large prominence in the front of his trousers.

I was sipping the last of my coffee when the phone rang. It was Denise asking me if Walt was coming today. I told her he was due any minute and she asked if she could stop by to collect on an IOU from Walt since she’d be in the neighborhood around noon. Well, I told her I’d pass it by Walt when he arrived and call her back. Strange.

At exactly eight, the doorbell rang and there was Walt, looking all eager for another day of work and play.

“Come in, Walt, um, Denise just called and asked if she could come by around noon to collect on an IOU. She said you’d know all about that. I’ll call her and let her know.”

“Um, huh, well, sure, yeah, tell her, fine, just fine. I’m sure we’ll all have a grand time of it,” so I phoned Denise and let her know.

“Well, we got quite a bit done yesterday, Walt. I’ve got a few ideas I want to pass by you for today,” I said as his arms swept me up in a kiss and tight hug, his hands under my skirt exploring my bare butt.

“You’re looking so good, this morning, Lisa, okay, what’s your plan?”

“Well, that uniform is so nice and clean, I hate to see it get messed up. Maybe you should take it off to work around the house. And, I could help you, too, hand you any tools you need, I’m good with guy’s tools.”

“Oh, you sure are. Well, I’ll work naked if you will, that’s fair, right?”

“I was hoping you’d be fair. Shall we, then?” and I pulled off my top and unzipped my skirt and put them on the arm of the sofa to stand there naked ataköy escort bayan as his eyes ate me up hungrily. He quickly shed his work shirt and pants along with the briefs he had on underneath. Then his shoes and socks.

“This what you wanted?” he asked, standing there with his cock at full mast.

“This is exactly what I wanted. What about you, Walt?” I asked as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

“Exactly what I’ve been hoping for all night long.”

“Well, let’s do this properly and get ourselves in the mood to work by taking a little time out for ourselves,” I suggested and I pulled him down the hall to our bedroom, gripping his cock, never letting go for a single moment.

I had him get down on the bed and got up over him, squatting down as he held himself steady. As soon as his cock touched my wet pussy lips, a shiver went through me, then I pressed down as his hard cock was swallowed up inside me, right where I’d wanted it ever since he pulled it out of me late yesterday afternoon. Now it was back, deep inside me. Mmm.

It was a fantastic fuck, even better than yesterday if that was possible. My pussy was delirious. But, after, we did get up and go to work on several projects. It was so sexy to see Walt in just a toolbelt, his cock hanging down when he squatted to adjust a cabinet door, or up on a short ladder tightening a loose ceiling fixture. I stood below, offering him a steading hand on his hip as I sucked his cock.

“i’m gonna hire you full time, Lisa. It might kill my productivity but I’ll sure be a happy man.”

“I’m sure you tell that to all the helpers who suck your cock.”

We laughed and fooled around some but did manage to get some things done other than each other. Then, Denise called and said she was on her way.

So, Walt and I got dressed, I hoped Denise had a good reason to interrupt our fun.

The doorbell rang and I let her in. She grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips, thanking me for letting her come by, then went right to Walt, arms out and kissed him hello in a way hardly reserved for strangers. Well, well, I thought. Maybe Walt gets a lot of pussy.

She looked at me and said, “Um, about this IOU, well, uh, I brought my van and thought maybe I could borrow Walt for a bit and take him and show him how the inside of the van is set up.”

Walt took me aside and whispered, “Um, see Denise and I did pretty much what you and I’ve done. She want’s a little replay, which is nice of her. But, what I was wondering, well, would you want to do what we were doing with her included?”

Really not expecting this, I told him sure, why not, and he went to Denise and posed it to her. Then, they both came over to me and Denise said, “Well, looks like we all get to know each other a lot better, huh? I always thought you were pretty sexy, Lisa, this should be fun.”

My heart did a little flip when I realized that she meant that we all three would be having sex together including the two of us women. Well, that hadn’t happened to me since college. But, she was pretty and certainly sexy, well, why not and I led them both back to our bedroom where we were all quickly out of our clothes.

Denise immediately embraced Walt as I got on our bed.

“Oh, I want to fuck him so bad. Lisa you get up over him, have him eat you out.”

Well, that seemed fine, I love my pussy eaten and I’d been fucked by my nice handyman a while earlier so Denise had Walt lay down and she got between his legs, facing away, and slid back down on his cock to begin rocking back and forth as his hands rubbed her butt and along her pussy as it went up and down on him.

I got up over his head and lowered my wet pussy down on him and felt his tongue probe in between my lips and wipe back and forth. I wanted to get his face all smeared with my abundant juices and to rub my clit around on his face as well.

“Oh, I love your cock, this is just what I’ve been wanting,” Denise moaned as she rocked up and down. Walt’s hands were now up under me, rubbing my juices all around, easing my pussy open so he could tongue me deeper, rubbing my labia and my clit. He got me off in a wonderful orgasm and I just stayed over him as he continued to lick me.

Soon after that Denise climaxed and she’s a screamer. She let the whole neighborhood know. Then Walt cummed her full. We lay there with Walt in the middle when Denise suggested that she and I have some fun showing Walt how women have their own little romp.

So, she got up between my legs and I was soon squirming and writhing with the second tongue of the day caressing my pussy. It did bring back memories from my college years rooming with Becky McTeague who I had quite an affair with my junior year. Yes, the memories of Becky pleasuring my body brought me my third orgasm of the day.

“Look who’s hard,” Denise squealed as she grabbed our handyman’s newly-risen cock. Here, Lisa, you suck him and get him real hard. I bent over him as I felt two of her fingers slide into me and begin fucking me in and out as I bobbed on his cock.

Soon, I knew his cock was as hard as I could get it, so I lay down and Walt got between my legs and shoved into me. As he was fucking me, Denise got up over my head and dropped her wet, cummy pussy down over my face and began scooting around as I tried to lick and tongue her.

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My pussy stretched as Rob’s thick cock penetrated deep within me. I arched my back wrapping my legs around his muscular torso and turned my head to see Cassie. Our eyes met and she smiled. I was still a little nervous about the whole situation but it was fading as I relished her boyfriend’s wonderful cock sliding in and out of me. I kept my eyes locked on hers and pinched my nipples aggressively. This was her idea.

Cassie and Rob have been together for about five years. I’ve known the both of them for a little over seven. I remember Cassie telling me how great Rob was in bed and how nice his cock was. At a little over eight inches and as thick as my wrist she didn’t lie. The last year had been hard on them. Both working, finishing school, getting new jobs and the sudden death of Rob’s Mother put a huge strain on their relationship.

Cassie confided in me that Rob’s sex drive was next to nothing but she wasn’t about to break up with him or have an affair. She wanted to make him happy and get his sex drive going again. In our detailed discussions about sex Cassie had entertained the fantasy of watching Rob fuck another woman. She also wanted to have a threesome with another man or woman with Rob. None of this ever happened but that was about to change. Cassie was beautiful. She had the body of a dancer, average sized breast that were still full and the hips and legs most women would kill for. Her face was girlish and if it weren’t for her body and personality she could pass for a teenager. Her reddish brown hair hung straight as an arrow half way down her back and when she had it braided to the sides she was the cutest thing in the world.

In the weeks prior to Rob fucking me with his awesome cock Cassie and I had to prime the pump, so to speak. I was surprised when she brought the idea up and rejected her plan at first. I gave in after some consideration and knowing how much she wanted Rob to get back to his old self. She told me that Rob found me attractive and when she had mentioned a threesome with me he had no objections. We went to a sex shop and bought several porno videos, a few toys and a blindfold. Then we went to a store that primarily sold clothing for exotic dancers and purchased platform heels, and about ten different outfits and just as many bikinis. Cassie also ordered a subscription to Penthouse, not for the articles.

When the first issue arrived she and I went to work teasing Rob. With the excuse that summer was here, we modeled the bikinis for him and made him take pictures. güngören escort We posed lewdly together but kept it clean enough so that he wouldn’t suspect anything. Cassie and I slipped a few of us changing as well to force the issue. Later that night Cassie sucked him off but he was still in his funk and went to bed early. For the next week Cassie wore next to nothing around the house and when I visited I followed suit wearing baby T-shirts and skimpy shorts or skirts.

On the weekend she invited me to a BBQ. It was a hot day and we both wore our bikini tops and shorts. Rob and I sat on the deck sipping margaritas and talking when he mentioned the photos. I smiled and blushed when suddenly Cassie sprayed me with the hose. The force of the water had somehow unhooked the front clasp of my top. My breasts sprang free as Cassie continued to spray me. I scrambled behind Rob and held on to him pressing my bare breasts against his back. When Cassie stepped closer I snatched the hanging string of her top and pulled it off. Rob grabbed the hose and drenched the both of us until we ran back into the house. Despite the cold water Rob had a noticeable erection we were all horny and Cassie decided that it was time.

After we had eaten I pretended to leave and snuck in through their bedroom door that led to the deck. Rob sat in his chair watching TV while Cassie tidied the kitchen. When she finished she told Rob she had a surprise and slid the blindfold over his eyes. She came into the bedroom and gave me the thumbs up and a slow soft kiss. We did a quick make up job and changed into our exotic outfits. Rob had a slight grin on his face that widened to a full on smile when he pulled the blindfold off to see Cassie and I dressed up in front of him. I had a white corset with matching stockings, garter and shoes. Cassie played on her cuteness with a tied oxford black lace bra and plaid skirt with white knee socks and black paten platform stilettos. Her hair was in pig tails tied with fuzzy white puffs. She hit the remote and Rob Zombie’s songs to strip by filled the room. We danced for the first song and by the end of the second we were down to our G-strings and heels. We made an effort to touch each other often and kissed and licked each others breasts.

During the third song we undressed Rob caressing his chest face and wiggled our tits and satin covered pussies in his face. With the fourth song blaring we strolled to the couch where we had hidden the toys. We fed each others dildos to esenler escort each other and pulled off our G-strings. While sucking on the rubber cocks we fingered our pussies, then each others with our legs high in the air. We waved a finger to Rob who was now mesmerized by the scene and he stumbled towards us his hard cock waving at us with the tiniest drop of precum oozing from the tip. Cassie sat up and took his cock in her mouth sinking it down her throat. Rob’s head tossed back and he moaned loudly. I took my dildo and slowly worked it into Cassie’s wet pussy. I wanted to taste Rob badly but let Cassie run the show. Her head bobbed up and down on him and then she released him. She motioned for me to lie back and she instructed Rob to his knees. She gave me a quick kiss and guided Rob’s cockhead to my wet and waiting slit. I could tell Rob was nervous but his big cock said that he wanted to fuck me more than ever. Cassie looked up at him and said,

“It’s OK baby, I want to watch you fuck Lora.”

She smiled and pushed on his ass sliding his monster shaft inside me. I gasped at the intrusion and welcomed the sensations as he stretched me open. Cassie kissed he way up Rob’s chest sucking on his nipples while pinching mine and pushing Rob into me. She slid her way down pulling his cock from me and sucking it into her mouth tasting my juices from it then sliding him back inside. Cassie positioned herself above my face and lowered her dripping pussy to my hungry tongue. I lapped at her folds and clit and pulled her on to me shoving my tongue into her wet hole. Her pussy juice streamed freely down my throat and I knew she and Rob’s eyes were locked together. I felt the tingling of my orgasm spread from my hips throughout my body then it hit me.

My hips bucked and my pussy convulsed clenching Rob’s cock within me. I felt my wetness flood out of me and I pulled Cassie’s clit into my mouth. She fell towards Rob hanging on his shoulders as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her juices covered my face and dripped down my chin. I had been with women but never one who came with so much fluid. I drank it in swallowing her sweet ejaculate as if it were honey. Rob’s cock was still thrusting inside me hitting my spot dead on. Without warning I came again. Cassie fell away from me and went back to sucking Rob’s nipples.

“Cum for us Baby.” She cooed.

Rob sped his pace to jack hammer speed then arched his back pulling out of me and squirted thick ropes of cum all over sarıyer escort my belly and tits. Some even managed to reach my face splashing on my cheek. Cassie quickly engulfed his pulsing cock draining him until he fell to his back on the carpet. I scooped a fingerfull of cum to my mouth and sucked it clean. Cassie drug her tongue through my folds and continued up my torso slurping Rob’s seed from my body. When she reached my face her chin and lips were dripping with slimy cum. I raised my head and kissed tasting the cum in her open mouth. Then I licked the mess from her chin and lips. We spent the next several minutes cleaning each other and kissing.

Cassie slid between my legs and began licking my pussy and clit, by this time Rob was ready to go again and fed his fat cock into my mouth. I sucked the head into my throat while fondling his balls and ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cassie smile at the site of Rob’s cock disappearing into my mouth. I felt Cassie’s tongue slide across my asshole then the pressure of the tip of a dildo as she eased it into my tight ass. My ass stretched to receive it painfully but soon I pushed back loving the feel of it filling me. She stopped leaving the dildo buried in my ass and swung her legs over my chest handing me a dildo. I knew what she wanted and slid it deep into her pussy then eased it into her ass. She moaned loudly and pushed herself onto the rubber shaft. Rob watched in awe still thrusting his cock into my throat.

Cassie continued sucking my clit while slowly working the dildo in and out of my ass. Rob took the dildo from my hand and began shoving it in Cassie’s ass I slid down moved Cassie into position and guided Rob’s cock into her pussy. He slammed into her with both his cock and the dildo. I resumed sucking on her clit and she continued eating me and fucking my ass with the dildo.

Rob’s balls slapped against my forehead as he pounded Cassie, her hips bucked and she came dripping more of her juices onto my face. Her orgasm triggered Rob’s and I watched as his balls constricted sending his load deep into her throbbing opening. He was still fucking her ass fast with the dildo when he pulled out and a mixture of their fluids poured from her gash into my waiting mouth. Cassie began thrusting the dick in my ass feverously. I lapped at her hungrily and as I grazed her clit she came again sending another flood dripping down on me.

My face was masked with semen and vaginal fluid as I tried my best to taste all of it but there was too much. The excitement of their sweet mix and the thrashing my ass was getting triggered another orgasm within me and as I lay panting covered with cum Rob softly kissed me. Cassie also joined in and they both covered my face and chest with kisses cleaning most of the mess.

I think Rob was going to be OK.

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