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This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories.

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The moment was surreal. Harinder was laying in his bed, his cock stroked by his friend’s wife, while their respective spouses stood at the threshold of the bedroom watching. Strangely, for a moment, Harinder’s eyes focused on the small suitcase Vikram had in his hand – his wife’s small red suitcase. The suitcase she had taken with her after he had caught her fucking another man in this same bed. Now, his friend had brought her home.

“Harinder.” Preeti’s voice was soft. His cock should have also gone soft. Embarrassment and shame overcoming any ardor. It didn’t. His cock throbbed, almost feeling heavier, in Sonali’s hands as he looked at his wife. That moment of fear washed away immediately by the pleasure of being caught. A sense of revenge? Wanting her to feel what he felt when he had caught her with another man? No. It wasn’t that. It wasn’t jealousy. Hope, then? Maybe she would feel the same lust and need that he had felt when he had seen her with another man?

He turned his attention from the suitcase to Preeti. She was watching as Sonali continued to stroke his cock. Her face was expressionless and she seemed rooted to the spot. Then, Vikram placed his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to break the spell. With a quick glance to Vikram, she stepped into the room.

“He told me everything.” She said, her tone remaining flat, hesitant. Vikram had come to stand closer to Preeti, hand wrapping around her waist as if in support.

“Preeti, I – “

Before Harinder could continue, Sonali interrupted, now sitting up, her hand still on his cock, the strokes almost absent-minded. “So, you know everything?”

Preeti nodded.

“About that night?”

Another nod. Her eyes were on Sonali’s hand as it massaged her husband’s heavy cock. A dark, veined shaft in her fair hands. Harinder moaned as Sonali’s stroke peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glistening head before hiding it again.

“You know Harinder loves you?”

Preeti nodded in rhythm to another stroke.

“And, you love him?”

Another nod. Another stroke. Harinder’s cock was pulsating in Sonali’s hand, the head engorged and leaking precum. His breathing became shallow with pent up need.

“Then, what else do you have to say?” Sonali smiled and put a hand out to Preeti, “Come here and show him.”

“Go ahead.” Vikram said, leaning toward Preeti, his hand gesturing her forward.

Preeti came to stand at the edge of the bed, looking from Harinder to Sonali. Harinder just looked at her, trying to read her expressionless face. What was hidden behind those dark eyes? Her words suggested that she was ready to accept this new way of life. This new chapter in their love. But, there was still hesitation. Desire and need conflicting with ingrained taboos.

Sonali reached up and took Preeti’s hand, guiding it to his cock. After a moment of hesitation, and a questioning glance between Sonali and Vikram, Preeti wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Harinder let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was that moan that seemed to relax Preeti. Perhaps, for her, the clearest sign of his acceptance of this new life. Was it something so simple that gave her the permission she seemingly needed?

She took over for Sonali, slowly stroking his cock. Up and down.

Harinder moaned in pleasure as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a simple white salwar kameez, the shirt tight enough to outline the swell of her firm breasts and thin enough to hint at the yellow bra beneath. Her open hair fell to frame her dark face and kajol lined eyes. The pale blue bhindi that matched the embroidery on her salwar kameez – more decorative than spiritual – a reminder of their relationship. At that moment though, she was more than just his wife. She was an object of his lust. The veins of his cock pulsed with need as his mind returned to the image of her rising and falling on her lover’s cock. An erotic moment that would forever be in his mind not as a reminder of faithlessness, but his unconditional love and need for Preeti.

Sonali rose to her knees, wrapping a sheet around her naked torso. She watched as Preeti stroked Harinder’s cock before looking up to meet her gaze. Harinder tried to understand the look they shared. Understanding? Appraisal? The two continued to look at each other before Sonali spoke.

“Do you want me to go?” She asked.

Preeti didn’t say anything, still stroking her husband’s cock. She looked at Sonali for a moment before turning to Harinder.

“Do you want her to go?” she asked her husband, eyes boring into him. He shared glances between his wife and Sonali. And, then looked to the impassive Vikram. There was bostancı escort no turning back now. Preeti was testing him. He was certain of that, but whatever the truth, there was only one way forward. Preeti would have to accept his answer.

“No.” He reached up and pulled Sonali’s hand away from the sheet, letting it fall to reveal her naked torso. Her chest was flushed, the nipples topping her full breasts quickly hardening in anticipation. “I want her.”

Preeti nodded and she looked from her husband to Sonali. “She’s beautiful. So perfect.”

“I want you both,” Harinder growled, his voice firm as he reached forward to pull Preeti toward him. Putting a hand on the back of her neck, he drew Preeti down and kissed her hard. Without preamble, he parted her soft lips with his tongue, pushed against yielding teeth, and drove it into her mouth. He felt her mouth soften and tasted the cardamom and spices from a chai she had probably drunk earlier. Their kissing was driven by lust as their tongues met. Her hunger as clear as his. While she continued to stroke his throbbing cock, her other hand went to his head, fingers entwined in his black mane. She pulled him hungrily to her. Preeti was moaning his name between kisses.

He felt lips on his chest. A tongue flicked his hardening nipple. Sonali. As he continued to kiss his wife, Sonali began to trail kisses down his hairy torso to the flat of his belly and the hairy patch where his cock rose in Preeti’s hands. Then, her warm mouth was on his cockhead. Preeti pulled away from him to look down at Sonali wrapping her lips around her husband’s cock. Instead of pulling her hands away, his wife held his heavy cock for Sonali, feeding the bulbous head to her. Harinder’s breathing became ragged as pressure began to build in his chest and his legs started to tense. He caressed Sonali’s back, the lines and curves now a familiar landscape.

Then, Preeti stepped back to look at them. Sonali took his engorged cock deeper into her mouth. Harinder bucked and growled in pleasure. Preeti’s eyes mirrored the dark lust in his own. Sonali’s head moved up and down on his cock, swallowing it deep into her mouth. Her tongue traced a pulsating vein with each upward stroke to flick at his bulbous head. When she sensed the tension becoming too much, she held her mouth in place, suckling him.

With a quick glance at Vikram, who was rooted in the doorway, Preeti began to strip her clothes. She grabbed the hem of her kameez and pulled it up. For a moment, the top snagged on her breasts and, under any other circumstances, watching his wife struggle to get naked would have been comical. Now it was erotic. Her head and shoulders hidden, her naked torso wiggled seductively before she managed to pull the kameez off and tossed it to the ground. She stood before them in a yellow bra that did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the hard nipples that stretched the material taut. Her face was flush, her chest heaving. Then, after another glance at Vikram, she tugged at the drawstring of her salwar, letting it fall around her ankles.

“You’re so beautiful.” Harinder said as Preeti stood before the three of them in her bra and panties. As Harinder and Vikram watched in anticipation, Preeti reached behind to unsnap the bra and let it join the puddle of clothes on around her feet. Another glance at Vikram and her panties fell as well. Harinder moaned as he looked at his wife on display. She stood, letting them all look at her. Harinder had a fleeting thought of his wife in Sonali’s place on that fateful day. Preeti being used by his friends.

Harinder couldn’t help but compare the two women – both beautiful. Sonali was taller and fairer skinned. Where her breasts were heavy with thick, dark nipples, Preeti’s firm breasts were upturned. Her nipples were small pebbles. Both were fit, though where Sonali had a toned torso that led to wide hips, Preeti was simply thin. The dark patch of hair between Preeti’s legs thicker and wild, hiding her pussy; Sonali’s neat and trimmed, revealing as much as it hid.

Sonali exuded a primal, earthy lust, while Preeti was the feral wildness of a nymph.

As Harinder continued to look at his wife, Vikram came to stand behind Preeti. He glanced at Harinder but said nothing before he put a hand to her shoulder. She shuddered when he ran his fingers down her bare arm.

“Mere yaar.” Vikram said, “Your wife is so beautiful.” He kissed her on the shoulder. He caressed each arm with the back of his hands while he trailed kisses from shoulder to neck. Still looking at Harinder, Preeti’s mouth parted and she purred softly.

Harinder’s cock throbbed in Sonali’s mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, slathering it with her spit. Harinder growled in pleasure, clenching his teeth.

Preeti closed her eyes and leaned back into Vikram, tilting her head to offer herself to him. Harinder’s tension mounted as the scene unfolded before him. Vikram’s beykoz escort hands wandered across her flanks, her torso, tracing the outline of her ribs before one hand cupped a breast and the other went up to her neck. He held the weight of her breast in his hand, a finger rubbing the small, dark nipple. Preeti closed her eyes and sighed. Harinder was fixated on the image. His wife was being touched by another man and he was enjoying it. Reveling in it. It was now that he realized what made Vikram share his wife. In the closeted sexuality of India, this broke taboos. It turned the idea of a woman’s devout loyalty to her husband on its head. In the land of tantra and Kama sutra, sex had long lost its physicality. The pure lust at it’s root. What they were doing broke any semblance of devout restraint. This was physical pleasure in its purest form. Bodies as altars.

Preeti’s mewling encouraged Vikram. He took the breast in his palm and kneaded the dark, pliant flesh. Preeti squirmed against him, her sighs turning to moans. He took the nipple between finger and thumb. He pulled and pinched as it hardened into a pebble. She shuddered. His other hand drifted from her belly down to the dark hair between her legs.

“Preeti.” Harinder moaned as he watched his wife invitingly open her legs for Vikram. His friend caressed her mons and ran his fingers in the patch of dark hair. Another sigh of pleasure as Vikram leaned in to nibble at her neck. His fingers found her labia, separated them to reveal the dark red of her pussy. It glistening allure welcomed his touch.

“Hai!” Preeti cried as Vikram began to play with the folds of her sex. As Sonali suckled and stroked his cock, Vikram massaged his wife’s cunt. Preeti pushed against his hand as he gently rubbed her inner lips and found her hardening nub. Watching his wife writhe in another man’s arms was becoming too much for Harinder and he felt the pressure spread from his torso down to his loins. His legs tensed.

He began to buck, each thrust shoving his heavy mass into Sonali’s willing mouth.

Preeti ground against Vikram. He had two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as his other hand continued to knead her breast. She was panting, heavy lidded eyes locked on Harinder.

Harinder’s cock in Sonali’s mouth. In and out.

Vikram’s fingers in Preeti’s pussy. In and out.

And, then, the tension was too much. The pressure built to a final explosion. Harinder clenched the bedsheet.

“Hai, Preeti!” Harinder yelled as his final thrust drove up into Sonali, shooting a thick load into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, taking his release into her mouth. Then, as his orgasm became a series of shuddering aftershocks, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. Wiping a remnant from the side of her mouth, she smiled at Harinder before she rose up to watch her husband with his wife.

Preeti was holding Vikram’s hands in place. One encouraging him to be rougher on her breast and the other wanting him to increase the pressure in her cunt. She was leaning into him, her eyes again closed. A sheen of sweat coated her body as she writhed and squirmed. Then, the writhing became a shudder and she arched her back. Harinder recognized the expression on her face – eyes clenched shut, mouth open in a silent cry. Her muscles tensed and her grip on Vikram’s hands tightened as her orgasm began to build.

“Hai, Rabba!” Preeti cried. “Hai! Hai!”

She arched and tried to force Vikram’s hand harder against her pussy. Her hand gripped his and her pelvis pushed against his palm. She ground against him and froze as the wave of her orgasm finally reached its peak. Her body quivered in Vikram’s arms, legs threatening to give out. Even then, Vikram kept his fingers inside her pussy. He held her close as waves of pleasure took their time to recede.

When she opened her eyes, Harinder locked his gaze with her. The sight had been too much and his cock was coming to life again. The massive meat slowly engorging.

Without a word, Preeti broke from Vikram’s arms and, on shaking legs, strode to her husband’s side. Her chest heaved with desire as she straddled him. Her breathing was ragged from the aftermath, but the expression on her face was of unquenched need. Staring at him with hungry eyes, she took his hard cock in her hand and guided it into her wet pussy. She moaned his name as his thickness pierced her in one stroke.

“Hari. Hai, Hari. Mere jaan!”

Harinder rested his hands on her hips as she began to slowly rise and fall on his cock. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat as she moaned softly with each stroke. Her rhythm was steady, slowly rising and grinding down on him. Harinder’s hand moved up her flank to rest on a breast as she moved down toward him. He squeezed the dark mound, his course palm against the hard nipple. Preeti moaned his name. Her pussy slid up and down on his thick shaft.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Harinder remembered when he kurtköy escort had caught her in bed with her lover. Moving up and down on his cock just as she was now. The sensation was exquisite. And, every time he felt like it was too much – every time he tensed – she ground down, sheathing him in place.

Sonali lay beside him, her warm breath tickling his ear. She kissed and nibbled his earlobe and then his neck before moving to his mouth. Her tongue darted in his mouth and she moaned into him, drawing his attention to her. And then, just as suddenly, she moved away from him, grinning. He looked at her with confusion.

As Preeti writhed on his cock, Sonali moved to kneel behind his wife, straddling his legs. Harinder watched as she wrapped her arms around his wife and began to kiss her shoulder and neck. Preeti moaned and her writhing slowed as she held his cock in her pussy. Sonali’s hands moved again. One rested on Preeti’s breast, kneading and massaging; the other, dropped to where Harinder’s cock entered his wife. As her fingers found their joining, both shuddered at the touch.

The sensations were overwhelming and Harinder felt that familiar pressure build. He began to push and grind against Preeti’s cunt. She was moaning his name, arching back against Sonali. When Harinder tried to move his hand from her breast toward her hip, she held it in place, forcing him to squeeze and knead. Her other hand covered Sonali’s, encouraging her to squeeze the breast harder. Beads of sweat glistened in the space between her breasts. Her hair was in disarray, strands clinging to her cheek and forehead. Harinder growled as he saw the lewd expression on his wife’s face. It was a look of hunger and need that he had never seen before and he began to thrust against her as the sight made another eruption imminent.

Sonali moved her hand away from between Preet’s legs to her belly, holding her steady as he pushed and thrust. She stopped kissing his wife and looked at him with her own lust-filled eyes. The sight of the two women was too much for him.

He heard himself growl something incoherent. His wife’s name? Sonali? It didn’t matter.

Driven by his cry, his wife began to ride him harder. She was bouncing up and down on his thick shaft, body arching and writhing. She clenched their hands in the throes of her lust, driving their fingers into her breasts. Her ragged panting matched his own. Behind her Sonali was biting at her neck, her eyes on Harinder.

His pleasure finally reached its endpoint. Harinder grunted and buried his cock to the hilt with a hard thrust that made Preeti squeal. He shuddered, his legs tensing painfully as he exploded inside her. He cried out his wife’s name as his load filled her. Even as he collapsed into the bed, Preeti didn’t release him, pushing down, keeping his cock buried in her soaking pussy. She ground against him, moaning and writhing. Her own orgasm wasn’t far behind and even as his cock began to soften, its thickness filled her. He felt her legs tense against him and she let out a long, low moan as the tension turned into quivers of pleasure. When her release finally came, she collapsed down onto his chest. She nuzzled against his neck, their bodies slick with sweat.

He looked past his wife to see Sonali leaning over them, gently caressing his wife’s back. She smiled at him and then leaned down and began to kiss Preeti’s lower back. He felt his wife shift and shudder. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. She moaned as Sonali continued to kiss and lick. With a sigh, Preeti lifted her head to look at Harinder and then turned to look at Sonali. The two women smiled at each other before Preeti rolled off Harinder.

Preeti lay sprawled next to her husband, one arm thrown across his chest. Her breasts were splayed wide as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Beads of sweat glistened in the window light. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and Harinder drew it in with a deep breath.

Sonali shifted until she was sitting between Preeti’s spread legs. Smiling at his wife, Sonali began to caress her thigh, trailing finger from knee to pelvic bone. Preeti sighed. Harinder ran his fingers through his matted mane, his cock twitching once again with a rising hunger as he watched Sonali tease his wife.

Vikram came to the edge of the bed, slowly stroking himself. He shared a smile with Harinder as the two men watched their wives. Sonali found the tuft of dark hair crowning Preeti’s glistening opening. She ran her fingers through the hair and then cupped the dark mound. When her palm pushed against Preeti’s sex, she purred and pushed against the hand. Sonali began to grind her palm into the slick sex before her thumb moved to the wet opening and slipped in. Sonali shifted onto her stomach, feet hanging off the bed, with her face inches from Preeti’s glistening pussy. She was breathing in the smell of her sex, her thumb tweaking and playing with the engorged clit.

Preeti pushed her shoulder and head against the bed, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis, inviting Sonali deeper. Sonali grinned as Preeti moaned and purred in pleasure. As Preeti offered her cunt to Sonali, she pressed against her thumb against the hard clit, raw and red. Preeti said something inaudible, the words turning into a moan of pleasure as Sonali’s thumb tweaked and caressed.

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Chapter One

My wife and I have been married for 9 yrs. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and that’s why I have hung in there. She was sexually abused from the time she was a little girl and that has caused her a lot of issues when it comes to sex. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. Its so sad because she is beautiful and has never learned the pleasures making love can bring. This is the story of what saved our marriage and taught her to feel like a woman should in the bedroom.

I was getting pretty depressed after 9 yrs of trying everything I could and reading every article I could find to get Renee to open up and relax to enjoy the bedroom. Renee has tried but her issues have been to deep. She does want to overcome this and learn, as she just turned 41 and has never experienced really making love. For a long time I felt it was our age difference as I am 14 yrs older than her. I always say we are the Beauty and the Beast, Renee looks at least 10 yrs younger than her age and has a beautiful and sexy body. I on the other hand am just the opposite. She is 5’10” tall with long legs, long blonde hair, 38d and a perfect round ass. She

has requested to go to a sex therapy class for couples and that was what this story is about.

We arrived at the class a little early and both of us were nervous cause we had not done anything like this before. This was a big step for her and I was proud that she would make this effort. The classroom had a half dozen mats spread out on the floor with one up front by its self. We were the second couple to arrive and were greeted by the therapist, a beautiful woman in her mid to late 30’s with brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. She introduced herself as Karen and walked us to the mat next to the other couple. They were in their late 20’s and very well looking and clean cut.

With in the next 15 minutes all the couples had arrived. Karen stood in the front of the class and had us all take turns introducing ourselves and tell our stories as to why we were in the class, and what we wanted to get out of it. After that Karen passed out an outline ataşehir escort of what to expect over the next 6 sessions.

Karen started out explaining how important passion is in the bedroom and how it brings couples closer together and builds a stronger bond between them. She then had us show her how we kissed and said that passionate kisses play a very important role in making love. Then the next step she said was as a couple we had to learn about our body and our partners body. What feels good and what does not. Karen asked us all to disrobe, now this was really frightening to Renee, she started to shake and spoke out loud. ” I do not think I can take my clothes off in front of strangers!”

Karen replied, “Its ok, no one has to do anything they do not want or are uncomfortable with. You are all here to learn and some things will take time. Just watch and do what you can. Everyone is here for the same reason and you will benefit from what you put into it.”

“Hey sweetie, I will keep mine on too, that way you do not feel like the only one.”

“Thank You Babe!” She responded and added, ” I love you and I’m scared.”

” I know you are and I love you too. We will get thru this together at your pace.”

I held her in my arms as we watched the class explore each others bodies. They would kiss , lick and caress every inch of their partners body. After several minutes of seeing this all around us I felt Renee’s hand start rubbing the inside of my thigh.

Renee whispered in my ear, ” I am really getting turned on, this is the first time I have ever seen anything like this in person, that was not on a movie. And this is really hot. Take your clothes off so I can get to your body. I can see by their reaction what turns each of them on and it’s a little different with each one. Maybe its time I see what you like.”

I took my clothes off and she started caressing and kissing all over my body starting from my neck and working her way down. She would do all the things she was seeing the others do. Stopping in certain areas and using her tongue in circles. If she felt I liked it she would repeat it a few times before exploring other areas.

“Wow, could it be possible that this class is working on the very first maltepe escort night?” I said to myself silently. She has never even attempted to do this in the 9 yrs we have been married. She would use her hands while she watched the others and then work with her tongue and mouth for awhile. When she started licking the length of my hard shaft and then took in each of my balls as she lightly sucked them, I almost blew my nut at the excitement as she was doing things she had never even tried before. She spread my legs and lifted my ball sack and began licking her tongue in circles under my ball sack. “What a quick learner you are my dear!” I moaned.

” I am so wet right now, I want you to do the same to me.” said Renee.

She was already half undressed and I never even noticed. In seconds she was naked.

I could see her excitement and her heavy breathing as she exposed her sexy body. I asked, ” are you ok with this?

” If I wasn’t I would not be so wet.” As she stuck her fingers between her legs and lifted them up to show the juices dripping off her fingers. She then sucked what was left of her sweet juice off. ” Besides these couples are to busy to be watching me so show me some more of this.”

I started kissing her neck and lightly using my tongue in circles along her neck and shoulders. She would tighten up when I hit certain areas and I would stay there for a moment before moving on down. Her whole body tightened up as my tongue went on the side of her breast from under her arm up the side of her breast and circled her nipple. I spent several minutes repeating this from side to side. This brought several deep moans from her. As I started moving down and circling her belly button she started to push my head lower as if she wanted my head between her wet thighs now. I was going to make her wait and really want it before I got there. So I slipped right on by and went down her leg to her toes. I then worked my way up, with my tongue, along the inside of her leg and then repeated this on the other side. I worked my tongue all the way up to her wet slit and then stopped and went down and licked in circles just below her opening, tasting her sweet nectar that was running out of her pussy and down her ass cheeks. As my tongue moved pendik escort up toward her hole she started to moan with a very deep voice. When I stuck my tongue deep into her tight throbbing pussy and my nose rubbed her clit, it sent her into an orgasm that seem to last for a couple of minutes and I sucked and licked every drop I could as she started gushing her best orgasm I have seen her have.

“Ok class, sit up for our discussion now before we end this session.”

Renee just rolled over and put her head in my lap. ” I do not have the strength to sit up just yet.” She replied.

Karen began to ask each couple what they learned this evening. When she got to us she asked, with a smile on her face, ” well it looks as though you may have made a discovery tonight. Would you like to tell us what you discovered about yourself tonight Renee?”

Renee’s face turned bright red and to my surprise she answered, ” I found out what a turn on it is to watch other people touch and turn each other on.”

“Yes, Renee, I watched you and it was obvious that your voyeur side came out. But that is what this class is for. Voyeurism is very common, not every one wants to admit it for fear of being labeled a freak. Its actually very common and a lot of people, men and women alike, have this turn on. Its perfectly normal. Your sex life is yours and your partners alone and you should never feel bad, guilty, or ashamed of what turns you on. There is nothing dirty about enjoying a great sex life, however you want to enjoy it.” Karen looked at the clock and said, ” Times up, I will see all of you next week for session two.”

On the way home Renee leaned over and whispered in my ear. ” I love you and that was the biggest orgasm I have ever had. Now I will surprise you with a special treat!”

She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and totally inhaled it into her mouth. In 9 yrs she has only given me 5 blow jobs and never while driving. I was so hot from the class as soon as her lips went all the way to my balls I knew I was going to cum right away. I went to pull her head away. I’m cuummming, ooohhhh baby. She did not pull away but sucked harder as my hot cum shot deep down her throat. She swallowed several times then sat up and wiped her chin, she looked at me with a smile and said, ” I can’t believe I have been missing out all these years.” She fell asleep on my shoulder after that and when we got home and in bed she leaned over and kissed me goodnight and said, ” I cant wait to see what we learn next week.”

That was the first night I have gone to sleep with a smile on my face in a long time. I slept like a baby.

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DISCLAIMER: The story you are about to read is purely fictional. Any possible similarities between the characters and events with people in real life are purely coincidental.

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It’s Tuesday again, just two days after my first and rather wild experience with anal sex. No, I did not get penetrated by anything phallic, but was sent a birthday gift of a wild Lithuanian girl who let me fuck her twice in her rather glorious ass. We ended up having traditional sex two more times after that. One week ago I was with two beautiful busty women who let me live out the pornographic fantasy most men dream of, and the week before that one it was a sexy delivery girl who helped me break out of a shell I’ve hidden in since my divorce a year and a half ago.

Am I a ladies man? A player? No. I’m just a mild-mannered guy with a very wealthy friend who wanted to get me something special for my birthday. Four weeks of mind-blowing sex with some rather gorgeous (and expensive) escorts. Throughout these three weeks I’ll say I’ve changed a lot inside. I used to be a guy who wanted to please everyone and always “played it safe”, but now I feel a more adventurous side has been awakened. The things I’ve done these past three weekends I’ve never done in my sexual history. Doors have been opened that won’t ever be closed, and I’m enjoying the new me that the experience has created.

So I said it’s Tuesday. I know these stories seem to keep starting off on Tuesday, but it’s the day I always go to have lunch with my wealthy friend Robert. Unfortunately my body isn’t fully 100% today. I feel a small amount of ache in my body as I walked, as if I worked out too much. The most recent girl, Zhanna, took me for a wild erotic ride and now I’m paying for it, hoping to be better by this weekend for my birthday. I’m sure the finale of this gift will be more “over the top” than anything Robert’s thrown at me.

Outside of lunch, Tuesdays are also a highlight of my week because I get to see the lovely Jacqueline. She’s Robert’s executive assistant, and I’ve danced with the idea of asking her out for weeks. Last week Robert gave me his blessing on asking her out. I know it seems silly to ask him when we’re all adults, but I didn’t want to step on any toes since she works for him. Despite the blessing, Robert asked I wait one more week now before I could ask Jacqueline out. It sucks, but I didn’t want to cross my best friend, so today it’ll just be the usual smiles, chit-chat, and minor flirtation.

The elevator door opened and there she was, sitting at her desk. She looked good in a blouse and slacks, her long dark hair hanging over her shoulders. She usually wears glasses when she works. Doesn’t bother me because I think it makes her look even more sexy and sophisticated.

Jacqueline: “Hi David. My, you look good today.”

I usually wear the normal business wear to work. Slacks, shirts, and ties. Lately though I decided to change things up. Today I wore a dark casual suit I had with a lighter-colored dress shirt that went with the suit. No tie, totally relaxed and stylish.

David: “Why thank you Jacqui. I’d definitely say the same about you.”

Jacqueline smiled and thanked me for the compliment.

Jacqueline: “Thank you David. Are you here to see Robert?” Didn’t he call and tell you he’s not going to be in today?”

David: “What?”

Jacqueline: “He said he was going to call you and cancel your weekly lunch today. He had to run over to a client’s office for a last-minute meeting.”

David: “Oh…well, he didn’t contact me. Duty calls I guess.”

Jacqueline: “I hear you. I’m about to go get some food myself.”

Suddenly, an idea struck me.

David: “Jacqui. Are you doing anything for lunch? Would you like to have lunch with me?”

Jacqueline: “Sure. That sounds great. Where do you want to go?”

David: “How about Carpecci’s? You ever been there?”

Jacqueline: “No. Not at all. It sounds good.”

Jacqueline then picked up her phone and dialed the operator to tell her she’s taking off to lunch and to take messages for Robert. She stood up and pulled on a suit jacket that went with her outfit. Damn she looked great.

We headed off to Carpecci’s just walking like two colleagues. It’s a nice spot for lunch. A rather Italian-garden style dining room with light and simple dishes catered to working professionals.

We took seats and placed orders for food and drinks. Jacqueline told me it was nice to get out of the office for lunch as she’s used to just working out and later eating at her desk. Luckily for me today her spin class instructor was out sick.

Our drinks came and we just chatted about usual stuff like work, fun things in our lives, Robert, etc. As we talked about Robert and wild things he’s done, she laughingly told me a avcılar escort story she did not know I already heard.

Jacqueline (giggling): “I have the ultimate. Robert recently had his lawyer call an ex-boyfriend of mine. He just laid into him, telling him all this stuff like how he should be careful who he crosses and how ‘Jacqueline Rydell is part of a very important family’. He literally had him believing I was some mafia don’s daughter or something. The guy probably had a nervous breakdown.”

David (laughing): “Why did Robert do that?”

Jacqueline: “Well, he cheated on me. I ended up getting an email one day that he meant to send to the little whore he was seeing on the side. Robert saw me distressed, fixed me a drink, and asked me what happened. I told him, and then this.”

David: “Wow, that was nice of him.”

Jacqueline: “Yeah. He’s like the crazy big brother I needed in my life.”

David: “I’m surprised you two never…you know.”

Jacqueline (giggling): “Oh gawd no. Robert’s many things. He’s handsome, wealthy, and even exciting, but he’s not for me. Not what I’d want in man. I’ve seen too much of his personal life floating in and out of the office for me to ever fathom him as a possibility. No way.”

David: “Really. Well, for a recent breakup you carry yourself well. You said this happened a week ago?”

Jacqueline: “Yeah. I guess it was easier this time. John and I were together for only a few weeks. I thought he was charming, but it was an act. Story of my life to be honest. Can you believe practically every man I’ve dated in my life cheated on me?”

David: “That’s a shame. I know how you feel though. I’ve been there too. Cheated on I mean, not the other way around.”

Jacqueline: “I got it. You don’t strike me as a cheater. I’m surprised you and Robert are such good friends. You both seem so different.”

A waitress arrived with our food and we both smiled and prepared our palettes for the meals before us. I noticed Jacqui has been occasionally turning her eyes to the left. I figured she was just a people watcher.

Jacqueline: “David, don’t turn your head, but there is some woman over by the wall to my left. She’s been staring at us with a dirty look ever since we arrived.”

I carefully turned my eyes to the left, not turning my head.

Jacqueline: “Over there in the red blouse.”

I turned my head a tiny bit to finally see who this person was. Oh crap…it was my ex-wife. I looked back at Jacqueline and rolled my eyes.

David: “Oh crap. I thought she moved to Florida.”

Jacqueline: “Who is that?”

David: “That…is my ex-wife. When we divorced she had gone to Florida to start her new life there. I figured she stayed there.”

Jacqueline: “What happened with you two?”

David: “It’s nothing huge. She cheated on me and all. I don’t want to ruin our lunch with past wounds.”

Jacqueline: “It’s ok. You can tell me.”

David: “All right. I met Rachel back in college. We dated for a few years and got engaged when we graduated. We married, bought a house together, and we were going to start a family.”

Jacqueline: “But?”

David: “Well, about three years ago, Robert was holding a charity affair at the art museum. Rachel and I went, and we were introduced to James Keats.”

Jacqueline: “The media mogul?”

David: “Yeah, owner of Keats Enterprises. Apparently when I went to get Rachel and I some drinks, they chatted up a bit and he slipped her his business card.”

Jacqueline: “Oh, what an asshole.”

David: “Agreed. So for a year, Rachel and James were having a very steamy affair behind my back. I was led to believe she was just very busy at work, trying to reach a certain position before slowing down to have kids.”

Jacqueline: “So how did you find out? Email sent to the wrong person?”

Jacqui giggled at the small joke. I just smiled sarcastically, not showing any sign of past pain.

David: “No. I got a call from my cousin saying she saw Rachel and James on TMZ. Apparently when she told me she had to fly to DC to take care of some business, she really went to the Bahamas with Mr. Keats.”

Jacqueline: “Oh, that’s terrible. You must have been embarrassed.”

David: “Yeah, but it’s the past. We divorced. She thankfully didn’t become a vindictive bitch in the divorce because she thought she was going to become Mrs. Keats and live her life in a mansion.”

Jacqueline: “Whoah…what happened then?”

David: “Six months later, Keats was seen with a lingerie model in New York. Rachel made a stink, but since they weren’t married, he simply kicked her to the curb.”

Jacqueline: “Gotta love karma, huh?”

David: “I think the biggest insult was when Rachel tried calling me, asking halkalı escort if I would give her another chance. If we could go get counseling and rekindle our marriage.

I was just insulted. I mean, I try to do the right thing by people, be a good guy, work hard, be responsible, respect people as human beings, etc…and for her to just think I was some sap who would gladly take her back….wow.”

Jacqueline: “Everyone always wants back what they tossed away in haste.”

David: “Exactly. It would be like if John begged you to come back.”

Jacqueline: “Oh gawd, I’d never go back there again. He can stay with that teenager he knocked up.”

We shared a laugh. Jacqueline turned her eyes again to check on my ex.

Jacqueline: “Wow…she’s literally throwing flaming daggers at me with those eyes. She must be fuming inside to see her ex-husband on what looks like a date. We should hold hands just to really piss her off.”

David: “Why?”

Jacqueline: “Cuz it’s fun. I’d so want John and the rest of my exes to see me like this. We can pretend we’re on a date, totally give them a reality check on their stupidity.”

I thought for a moment about Robert asking me to wait until after my birthday, but this was the opportunity and I wasn’t going to let this pass. I love my buddy, but I’m tired of “playing it safe”.

David: “Why pretend?”

Jacqueline: “Huh?”

David: “I’m serious. Why pretend? Have dinner with me this week.”

Jacqueline: “What are you saying?”

David: “I’m saying why pretend to be on a date and let’s just go out on a date. You and I. I know a great French bistro that just opened with a beautiful garden patio.”

Jacqueline has a small look of shock on her face, and then looked down at her plate.

Jacqueline: “David, I can’t. That place sounds really nice, but I have to work a lot this week and then fly out to Denver this weekend. Robert has me taking care of some business for him.”

My first thought was “D’OH!” Like many men, I know that an excuse like that is generally a rejection. I guess she might find me nice as a colleague, but I’m not what she wants in terms of dating. I spent a few seconds telling myself I wouldn’t let this wreck my spirit. So what if Jacqueline isn’t the one? I’ll go out more, I’ll join dating sites, I’ll meet other women, and I’ll get back in the game.

Then she surprised me with the next thing she said.

Jacqueline: “I am totally free next week though…if it’s ok with you.”

BOOM! That hit me like a bolt of lightning. Is it ok with me? Of course it is. All that insecurity literally flew out the window at Mach-1. I felt amazing.

David: “Definitely. How about next Wednesday then at 7? Give you enough time to get over the weekend travel and the beginning of the work week.”

Jacqueline smiled: “I’d love it. Here, take my cell phone number down. I gotta get back the office.”

We traded and entered cell phone numbers and personal email accounts into our respective smartphones before getting up to leave. As we headed towards the door, Jacqueline grabbed my arm as if we were a couple.

David: “What the?”

Jacqueline: “Shhhhh…just go with it.”

We walked out of there with a cold chill coming over us. I have a feeling my ex was wishing a death ray would come out of the sky and disintegrate us, or at least Jacqueline. As soon as we cleared the visible view from Carpecci’s she gently released my arm and we both shared a laugh. Jacqueline was sure my ex would be home tonight with a pint of Hagan Daas, on the phone with her friends going off about what she saw, but I honestly didn’t care. Rachel is my past, and I wanted Jacqueline to be my future.

We got back to Robert’s office and said our goodbyes. Jacqueline even gave me a small peck on my cheek.

Jacqueline: “Thanks for lunch David. It was fun. I’ll see you next week.”

David: “May your weekend be easy on you.”

Suddenly we heard a voice from Robert’s office.

Robert: “David? Is that you? Get your butt in here.”

Jacqueline: “Have fun…”

I left Jacqui to her work as I walked into Robert’s office and closed the door behind me. Robert was sitting behind his desk with a salad as I sat down.

Robert: “Sorry I had to miss lunch.”

David: “You should have called.”

Robert: “Why? So you could eat a sandwich at your desk as opposed to going to lunch with Jacqui?”

David: “Did you plan that?”

Robert: “In all honesty, no. I really did have to go to a client and I forgot to text you. I’m sorry about that buddy.”

David: “Don’t worry about it. It all worked out.”

Robert: “Definitely. Look at you. You finally did something as opposed to playing it safe.”

David: “Denver?”

Robert beylikdüzü escort laughed: “I so knew you wouldn’t wait…even though I asked you to. So I made sure Jacqui was totally busy this week. You’re birthday is this weekend after all.”

David: “I know, but I was hit with an opening and an opportunity. I took a chance and it worked out. I’m taking her out next Wednesday.”

Robert: “I’m not surprised. It’s obvious she likes you. Don’t blow it buddy.

Putting that aside, you ready for this weekend?”

David: “I dunno Robert. That last girl was an animal. I’m still sore from everything she did.”

Robert: “Anal’s a different world, isn’t it?”

David: “Yeah, definitely. I felt like a rag doll with her.”

Robert: “You needed it. You spent ten years having bland sex with one woman. You had one girlfriend in High School you never touched and then married the chick you met in college. It’s good to see you happy again, loose, confident, even dating now. You needed to just experience it all sexually. Live my life basically.”

David: “True, and I won’t say it wasn’t fun. However, I’m still not you in this sense. I like stability, monogamy, love, the closeness.”

Robert: “Whatever makes you happy bud. I know this weekend will be the big finale.”

David (laughing): “I hope I survive. Zhanna left me pretty sore.”

Robert: “Don’t worry buddy, this week you’ll be well taken care of.”

I chatted with Robert for another thirty minutes before I had to go back to my own work. When I left I didn’t see Jacqueline at her desk. Probably had to run an errand. The rest of my work week went like always, and the weekend came.

I found myself now in my bed, naked, kissing someone soft, tender, and smelling so nice. My hands were caressing her naked skin as I could hear her breathing heavy and moaning to my touch.

My eyes opened from the kiss, and it was Jacqueline. She was here, in my bed, making love to me. I felt her climb on me and slide my hard cock into her wet pussy, grinding on me as we kissed passionately. She felt so good.

Suddenly she flipped around. I was spooning her as she guided my hardness into her warm folds again. I fucked her relentlessly, feeling her beautiful ass bouncing off my body, her moans sounding like a symphony.

She then turned her head and looked at me, my cock still deep in her.

Jacqueline: “Don’t stop David. I want to feel you.”

At that moment I heard something very loud and found myself alone in my bed. It was the middle of the night, and it was thunder storming outside. A clap of thunder apparently ripped me out of a wonderful dream. I laid there in my bed, covered in sweat, my manhood at full mast, longing to be back in that dream.

I got up for a moment and got a glass of water. What a dream. I could only hope I see it become a reality. My big man was throbbing, which made me happy the apparent soreness from Zhanna slowly disappeared over the week. I thought about pulling up some Internet porn and relieving myself, but I held back. It might be very early on Saturday, but Robert’s got something big planned for me, and I’m better off saving myself for the real thing.

I crawled back into bed and managed to doze off for a few more hours until I awoke around 8AM. I unfortunately didn’t get to go back to my wonderful Jacqueline dream, but I did manage to sleep. It was Saturday and I just turned thirty-six.

I spent most of the day in my usual regimen of lounging, getting in a workout, and getting the house prepared for later. I fielded phone calls from relatives wishing me Happy Birthday and even made plans to go see my parents tomorrow. After hanging up the phone though I wondered what shape I might be in.

The whole day I was excited and a little nervous. Part of my excitement was my date with Jacqueline next Wednesday, but most of the combination of excitement/nerves was aimed at whatever Robert was sending me. Would I get a girl coming out of a cake in her “birthday suit”? Or perhaps an orgy of Ashley, Sarah, Elena, and Zhanna combined? Or would Robert be an ass and send me a dominatrix? So many possibilities.

“DING DONG!”

7:52 PM hit and my doorbell rang. I has showered and dressed myself in jeans with a nice shirt. Funny how this is the only week out of the four I actually was dressed/prepared for it. I came to the door and looked through the keyhole and saw several women. I opened the door and saw four women standing there in scrubs, hair tied back.

Yasmin: “Hi, are you David?”

David: “Yes I am.”

Dana: “Robert sent us here. We heard you’re sore, and we’re here to take good care of you.”

Thankfully I wasn’t sore anymore from Zhanna’s wild sex last week, but I was feeling a tiny bit disappointed. There were four girls there, but they looked more like home care nurses as opposed to escorts. Scrubs aren’t the most flattering thing on a woman, and their hair tied back didn’t make me hot and bothered. Even their feet had canvas shoes on, no sexy high heels.

David: “Come in. What are your names?”

Dana: “My name is Dana.”

Yasmin: “Yasmin.”

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She couldn’t sleep. She was listening to the quiet tick of the clock, which never seemed to have the correct time, no matter how many times she reset it. She lay on her belly, staring aimlessly, the dim light from a lamppost creeping in through the shades. The bed sat about eighteen inches high on the dark stained wood floor. Her fingers trailed lightly across it, her nails catching the grooves with soft scratches. The floor vents occasionally blasting warm, dry air into the room, she imagined it was your breath, trailing her spine.

The way your fingers would curl around the dimples of her back, and trace their way up to the nape of her neck. You always did have a way with your hands. She bent her knee, and stretched her leg up toward her chest, raising her right hip off the bed, just enough. She closed her eyes, and grazed her fingers from hip, across the patch of sensitive skin, to her other hip. A gentle whisper enters her memory. “That’s it, Baby. Relax.” Another blast of warm air against her leg, and she lolled lazily onto her back. Her fingers explored her familiar curves, leaving a trail of goose flesh in their wake. Her hands cupped and massaged her, now very perky, breasts. Her thumb grazed one of her erect nipples, and a soft exhale hit her supple lips. And then the memory of sudden blissful pressure, the warmth of skin on skin, the deep exhales, and then, a quiet, gentle plea of “Please, for me.” The warmth, and the need, and the urgency swept over her, the way your body used to.

Then her thoughts drift to where you are now. Probably in a hotel, with a blonde, she thinks to herself.

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You’d make me watch, just to punish me for being so awful to you. I’d be confined to a corner of your room. My jealousy would start as the sounds of your laughter and hers drift in from the living room. The jealousy grips me harder as I watch you lead her into your room, toward the bed, your hands gripping her hips. I want so badly for your hands to be atakent escort on my hips, firm and warm, but I know if I move I will suffer more.

You kiss her softly on the neck, and nibble her ear. She backs up toward the bed, almost immediately, with no protest. Not in anyway my style, and I begin to think how much more fun you’d have with me. You begin to kiss along the collar of her low cut shirt. In one seemingly fluid motion, you managed to undo her bra, and take it off along with her shirt. As you begin to playfully lick, and bite her nipples, you give me a pointed look. She begins to moan, and I want so badly to join you.

You continue with your usual foreplay route, suckling on her nipples, and gently teasing the now moist bit of skin between the lips of her pussy, every so often looking at me, to give me a look that seems to say, “this could’ve been you.” You’ve pulled off her tight fitting jeans, and inched your way down her body, kissing the inches of exposed skin. You kiss and bite at her inner thighs, and then breathe softly over her panties. Her wetness was apparent, glistening around her g-string. She writhes and moans, as your teasing becomes more unbearable. I can feel my pussy soaking through to my panties, as I watch.

Your tongue gracefully licks her thong, touching all around her lips. She lifts her hips, and brings her pussy closer to your mouth, she wants more. I want more. I slide my hand gently into my pants and find my own wet lips. My fingers begin to gently rub my clit, as I watch you lap at her exposed cunt, your nose resting on a strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She begs, and moans, and runs her fingers through your hair as you bring her to each edge, and then deny her. I’ve become so horny, and wet, that my body begins to move on it’s own. Finally, I am at the bed beside you, and I share her wetness. My tongue meets yours on her clit, and you look turned on and amazed. You’ve decided to punish me a new beykent escort way now.

I continue to prod the wet pink lips as you walk behind me. You rip off my pants, and panties, and spread apart my ass cheeks. Bending over me you whisper, “I am going to tear you up.” You begin to massage my asshole with your thumb, and I attempt to pull away in protest. You grab more handfuls of my ass, and then slap it, hard. “No pulling away until I say so, understood, Baby?” This domination would normally put me off, but having you behind, and this woman I didn’t know writhing and moaning in front of me, got me extremely hot.

I could feel myself dripping down my leg, my pussy begging to be penetrated. I could feel your thumb slide into my asshole, and probe gently. Then a finger plunged into the wetness. “You know I love this tight little pussy, but it has to be punished, doesn’t it?” I nod and begin to lick faster, wishing you would do the same for me. I gently edge two fingers into her and flip my hand upward, to find that spongy tissue. Softly curling my fingers against it, her moans become breathy and urgent.

You pump my pussy and ass with your fingers with the same rhythm, and causing my moans to mimic those of your date. You shove your hard cock, deep into me, and pump your thumb faster into my ass. I can feel my pussy stretching around you, dripping and squirting with each thrust. You move your hand and grip my hips hard, driving into me, hard, and deep. I begin to finger her harder, and deeper, lapping at her clit, her cunt throbbing in my hands.

You find the position that I love, with your hands pushing down on the small of my back, and gripping my ass, and grind your hard cock into my most sensitive places, bringing me to the edge over and over, but denying me any orgasm. “Lick her pussy clean, baby. Make her cum on your face.” I oblige, sucking on her cunt, and caressing her g-spot, to her full orgasm.

As your dick büyükçekmece escort rubbing my own g-spot, she twitched and came, convulsing in pleasure. I almost came all over your dick, but you pulled out of me and flipped me over on the bed. Your date then kissed my nipple, and rolled over on top of me, kissing her way down my body, to settle her tongue on top of my clit. You watch her eat me out for a while, fondling yourself, squeezing as I moan. Your date kisses up my side and we begin probing each other’s mouths with our tongues, biting each other’s lips, pulling each other’s hair. You slide into me behind her, reaching around her hips to find her clit. “Now, both of you will come for me.” Your dick stretches my walls, and rubs my g-spot. Your fingers vigorously rub your date’s clit, and I can feel her juices dripping onto me. I can feel my orgasm rising, my pussy tightening around your cock. “That’s it baby, come for me. Let that tight little pussy of yours come all over my cock.” I lift my hips against her, and rub my clit against your hand, and you dates pussy, moaning louder and louder with each stroke from your cock. “Fuck Me!” I scream, as my pussy grips your dick, tight and throbs all over it, her pussy squirting on to mine.

You don’t let it last long, you pull your dick out almost immediately, so as to not let me enjoy it too much. “Now, both of you, get on your knees, and clean me off.” We do, tangling our tongues together, and around your cock, taking turns, and trading off sucking on the shaft, and on your balls. I bring you in deep, until your cock hits the back of my throat. I can feel your hand running your fingers through my hair, and pushing your dick further into my throat. I can taste the pre-cum on my tongue. We suck, and gag on your cock, until your balls tighten, and we begin to anticipate your orgasm. I suck you in deeper, and suck harder, as your date licks and kisses and massages your balls. You tense up your whole body, and groan in ecstasy, as you come in my mouth, and on both of our tits. Once you are through, I begin to lick off the come from my hands, and her nipples, biting and pinching. You kiss me, and the three of us follow you, climbing into bed. “Don’t think your punishment is over, baby. It’s only just begun.” I should hate that devilish smile, but a larger part of me can’t wait to be punished again.

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Some years ago a group of us through an internet chatroom used to meet up usually once a month at the London fetish fair and other fetish events in the general south east area.

This meant that as we were real friends in kink the chatroom had a friendly welcoming respectful atmosphere generally. Newcomers could easily be welcomed and looked after.

One of these newcomers was a guy called Chris. Like many of us he was based in the south east. The guy had lots of questions and as with many of us at the time the internet was a revelation. He discovered a world of kink he didn’t realise existed.

His interest initially was as a bi curious sub guy and while I’m about as straight as it gets we clicked and found lots to chat about. It followed that as I was in London one day we could catch up and have coffee or lunch as he was able to travel the short train ride into the smoke.

We met at Foyles Bookshop in the rather excellent cafe on the top floor. The discussion was quite wide ranging as he was very curious and like many sub guys wanted to experience everything he craved in just one day. I was happy to help where I could but the only other bi guy I knew was also a, “bottom” so that kind of limited options other than keeping an eye out for him. None of the Dommes I knew sounded quite what he was looking for.

Later in the conversation the subject of his wife came up. Very much in love with her they had been very conventional. Weren’t we all at one time? He let slip he had always wanted to see her with another guy. Someone who would take her, control her and enjoy her apparent charms! He also wanted to watch and not miss anything of this encounter.

As is often the case, Chris had this idea but had never found a way to mention it to his wife. Its quite a common desire and equally commonly kept secret it appears. My mind was caught by his interest in something Ive always enjoyed. Principally other guys girls!

We covered how he could broach the subject and how I was certainly very interested. His main concern was that he wanted to be there, which I was enthusiastic about. A plan was hatched for him to drop some hints and then drop the question. If I’m honest I didn’t think he would be able to go through with it. Such though was his determination that a couple of weeks later he dropped it on me that Marie was interested if unconvinced and with lots of questions and reservations.

The best way forwards was to meet for dinner somewhere, the three of us, dinner chat, nothing else. A pleasant evening possibly but hopefully much more fun to come.

Over a Chinese meal a couple of weeks later they must have found it slightly surreal and awkward discussing their desires, hopes and indeed fears with one another and with an almost complete stranger. Chris was attentive and hanging on every word the whole evening. Marie was cautious to begin but had lots of questions, some of them quite intimate. I’m not shy so I was happy to answer.

Marie was a wonderfully curvy woman with a full bust which Chris absolutely adored, (he had mentioned it several times), her smile was tricky to find but her blue eyes like mine showed a brightness and interest. We left that evening with nothing agreed but Chris and myself would catch up in the next week.

Id barely got into my Monday when Chris called full of enthusiasm as Marie had agreed to try a threesome. She understandably had some reservations and questions seeking reassurance. Chris couldn’t give a flying fandango, the guy was at full steam ahead.

I was able to plan in a Saturday night in a couple of weeks and booked a hotel just south of London not far from their home. I also had time to email Marie and answer questions and importantly outline my ideas and give her some instructions. This was going to be a pleasure for us all if I got it right.

Checking into the Hotel early gave me plenty of time to freshen up, prepare the room and chill. Its always a bit edgy when starting out on a first serious meet. Hopefully everything would be as we all now anticipated.

A brief meeting in the hotel lobby and we were off out for a light meal at the arranged time, both Chris and Marie looked very smart. Back to the hotel for drinks in the bar. Marie was getting her nerves settled and held my hand on the way into the hotel bar. Chris was watching, savouring every moment following just behind.

I asked Chris to get the drinks in while I sat next to his wife. When he returned I indicated where he should sit, in clear view of me and his wife. We were already sharing esenyurt escort signs of affection, leg touches, hand holding. Marie was certainly, “loosening” as her hand found my crotch and gave a squeeze albeit nervously. A frisson of sexual tension was there. Chris was now assuming his role of bystander to the attention his wife was getting. The time had come to go to the room.

In the lift on the way up in full view of Chris I kissed Marie fully and deeply, making sure I made eye contact with him. His wife was now mine to do as I will.

The room was as Id left it. Marie asked if she could use the loo. A few quick words with Chris to make sure he was happy with everything so far, which he affirmed. I told him to strip and sit in the armchair. He was most enthusiastic and was almost ready by the time Marie reappeared. As he sat, I asked Marie to put the cuffs, ankle and wrist on him. With some fumbling she did as asked and then I could attach his cuffed limbs to the straps attached to the chair. There he now was, cuffed, spread, naked in front of his wife and I.

I turned my attention to Marie, kissing her, holding her tied back hair, kissing her neck from which she gasped. Running my hands slowly over her back, shoulders and breasts. Since they were married she had never been with another man. Her kisses became hungrier and her hands too were now exploring. I could feel myself stiffening and being somewhat flushed. She was a very sexy lady.

Taking her top off revealed a black bra and her DD breasts held firmly within. Undoing her skirt it fell to the floor, exposing her stockings, her thighs and knickers framed by the suspender belt. Dressed perfectly to my instructions she was very pleasing to my eye. Chris’s eyes were almost out on stalks. I knew his wife didn’t wear stockings and she did look amazing. His cock was already standing proud too.

Unclasping the bra allowed her large breasts to be exposed. I made sure Chris could see as he loved his wife’s breasts very much. It was my hands now that were caressing, rubbing, kneading them, pinching very softly the large orbs of her nipples. Both Chris and Marie gasped in what was a very hot moment! Her breasts had an effect on us all!, though I was the one in control.

Turning her to face Chris I continued to caress and kiss his wife. His face already in rapture, his cock very hard and standing proud of his slim body.

Rubbing her panty crotch lightly and then the lace material more firmly into her puss, against the clit still concealed within. Maries gasps were very audible and her eyes closed. Sliding her knickers aside to rub her shaved lips , feeling the wetness seeping, the folds swollen was all very exciting. The knickers were then pulled up between the delicate folds, rocked from side to side before sliding them down. Moving her high heels one at a time I removed her knickers fully and handed them to her. “Put them in his mouth” I instructed her.

As she returned Id removed my shirt and unfastened my trousers. Slipping my trucks down we were both very close to Chris, his mouth full of her knickers. Soon I was naked and Marie needed some encouragement to touch my hard thick, shaved cock and balls. Making sure Chris could see her tentative fondling as it progressed to wanking my skin back and forth. My hand in her hair, holding her, guiding her. I pushed Marie gently, but firmly, to her knees, my shaft inches from her face, the tension was very high. With hesitation her mouth closed around my cock and I tilted her head so her husband could see his wife’s mouth full of another man’s cock. With growing confidence she sucked and slurped on my shaft, her little tongue flicking around my crown with each pull and suck. Marie was certainly a lovely cocksucker and was loosening and relaxing more. Chris’s gaze was as intense and attentive as ever.

I moved Marie to the bed, angled as ever so Chris could see his wife, her stockinged legs wide open. He had never seen her shaved, and i’m sure he was surprised. Marie had always been, “natural” but instead of completely bald she kept a tuft of her pubes, her lips wonderfully smooth, shaved and puffy. Glistening with her juices she did look stunning. From my bag I got a blindfold and placed it on Chris, I removed the knickers from his mouth too. He couldn’t see anything now, he would have to rely on his other senses, hearing and smell. Cuffed in the chair he couldn’t touch anything other than the arm of the chair.

Easing Marie back onto the bed a başakşehir escort bit further and spread her legs wide, blowing breath onto her puffy lips I teased them further with a soft finger playing on the folds as I breathed onto them. Her gasping was rewarded with my tongue brushing gently up and down the folds. My tongue becoming gently more invasive seeking out her clit. A glance at Chris and I could see him straining to hear every detail. Not being one to disappoint I slipped a finger just inside her cunny and lightly circled her clit. The little bud swelling and pulsing to the tip of my tongue. Marie was moaning softly and her breathing urgent. Flicking her clit only made her moan more much to my excitement making my own cock stiffen. My finger strayed to her brown nub as I lashed her puss with my tongue in increasing urgency. Sensing her about to cum, I rocked my finger just inside her bum and returned to very gentle flicks of the tip of my tongue, barely moving. She cried out a little in frustration at not being made to cum. A look over at Chris and he was still intently listening, his cock hard, prone and completely unattended too.

Maries wetness was now soaking my face and I absolutely loved it. “God Chris, she is so fucking wet,” I said.

He muttered a sort of, “hmm”

I responded with something like, “I’m going to make your wife come now.”

He hissed, a “yesss”

I returned to her wet cunny and began licking again. Flicking and rolling my tongue over her puffy folds. A finger in her bum and one just inside her cunt. Maries moans became much louder, more urgent and rasping almost. Then she came, very hard to the flicks and rolls of my tongue, working her puss and giving her clit lots of attention. Shuddering, she moaned, her legs moving involuntarily, an absolute delight. A few little kisses on her puss and gently I arose, attending to Chris’s blindfold. Removing it he looked a touch dazed. I checked he was OK and he sort of smiled and nodded. Marie was now looking, checking he was OK.

My cock really needed some attention now and sitting in front of Chris I motioned for Marie to come by be, down on the carpet. I loved the way she studied my cock, looking at it, peeling the skin back, exploring it and working it very gently. Her hands did feel good and she then started wanking me, quite nervously again. I thought this was because since she got married Chris was her only man.

Taking her hair I guided her onto my swollen glans, tilting her head until she could be seen by Chris. Softly I said to Chris, “your wife…she’s sucking my cock,” as if he needed telling but it just reinforced his situation. Maries confidence increased and she began to take me deeper, looking up at me, her hand on my shaft and my groin. “Enjoying my fat cock Marie?” I asked, she kind of smiled. “Tell Chris,” I instructed her.

She let my cock go from her soft mouth and looked at him. I caught the smile on her face, a very big smile. Guiding her back to it, I smiled at Chris but he was intent on watching his wife sucking another man’s cock. Marie was really working me rather well and I could feel my seed rising and it was starting to make me struggle not to spunk in her sweet mouth. I brought her up on her knees, I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, then eased her back onto the bed.

I placed the blindfold back on Chris and returned to the bed.

Marie was on her back as I reached for the condom, opened it and slid it on. “Ready?”

She nodded, a smile on her lips. I rubbed the rubber clad cock up and down her wet lips. I gestured to her just before sliding it inside her puss. “Oh, Chris, John is inside me, he’s…going..to fuck…me”. It was all quite dramatic but I pushed deep inside her. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her on my cock.

Getting more comfortable I could feel myself stretching her a little. Pushing myself slowly but surely ever deeper. Her hand came to her face a deliciously if subconsciously bit into her little finger. An exquisite delight to observe.

Chris was straining every sinew to try and see, to hear more and Id guess smell to know more of what was happening.

I whispered to Marie, that she should tell Chris more, but she was already greedily enjoying herself. Her attempts to tell him were stifled by own passion, enjoyment and my gathering thrusting into her. By this time I had lifted her stockinged legs over my shoulders as she lay flat so I could drive deeper and harder into her.

Once küçükçekmece escort again her obvious slight discomfort was replaced by enjoying being fucked. I softly put a hand on her mouth, which she kissed before submitting to my hand gently covering her mouth, accentuating her breathing. Looking round at Chris he was totally focused and yet completely unable to tell very much. His cock standing hard and prone, twitching, his hands and wrists showing frustration with his situation. (He was later to tell me how much he loved this part, beyond his imagination)

It was time for Chris to now see his wife being fucked. Something he had wanted, needed and craved for some years now. I took care as I withdrew from Marie making sure the condom was in place and intact. Positioning her on all fours on the bed and facing him she was ready. Again I took the blindfold off Chris and his eyes feasted slowly as his vision accustomed itself to what he now could see.

The two of them spoke no words, but their eyes met.

Coming up behind Marie, Chris could see how hard my cock was, now in the same view as his wife. Telling Marie to, “rub my cock! make it harder Marie!” I could see the impact of my words on Chris. Very lustful. I pushed the shaft again into Marie and slowly began to take her doggie style, slowly and deeply inside her.

This time Marie was much more active, driving back onto me, me holding her ass cheeks apart, looking down into her butt cleavage loving what I saw. Her juices very wet, flowing and lubricating our fucking. Her breathing becoming very ragged, low moans every now and then and her now her cunny spasming around my cockhead.

She cried out as she came, Chris watching in amazement as his wife came on another guys cock before his very eyes. Her head was down as she gripped the sheets so he could see her face as she came. The gripping of her orgasming puss had quite the effect on myself. Taking hold of her hair I pulled her head up so she was now actually able to see her husband. I’m thinking their eyes were fixed on one another, though Chris didn’t actually recall later.

Pulling her by her hair, firmly but without causing her pain I thrust deep, hard and fast into her. Her cunt yielding to my thrusts, my thrusts becoming urgent as I felt my cockhead throbbing and my balls tingling as they slapped her clit. I came deep and hard inside her and I’m guessing she came again, either from the deep fucking or my balls now slapping her clit with a degree of urgency as she cried out.

As I came I felt the release of my seed into the condom, gasping myself it was ecstasy, fucking a very attractive woman in front of her attentive husband, plenty there to tip me over the edge!

I spoke in gasps to Chris, “Ive just seeded your wife”,”Ive come inside her”. As I withdrew she collapsed down onto the bed. I caressed her affectionately, appreciating what she had done for two very horny guys. The condom now wrinkling on my cock as I subsided.

After a moments respite I said to Marie, “I suppose you’d better make Chris come?” I was looking directly at Chris as I spoke. A still somewhat wobbly Marie gave some sort of affirmation.

“Want Marie to wank you off bad boy?”

Chris nodded.

I slid the condom off and handed it to Marie. Marie already knew the plan and moved over towards Chris. She kissed him full on the lips and pulled the skin back on his cock. It was saturated with pre cum which ran down his shaft.

She emptied the condom with my seed on it onto his already wet hard cock and this looked amazing. Chris was in shock which lasted for a moment as she then began to wank him off in earnest. Chris needed his release, his relief from such pleasurable torment and he was never going to last long in this situation.

Very much to Maries surprise and indeed mine, Chris lasted moments before he cried out, his sperm erupting not over Maries hands but flying across splattering the carpet. Although clearly surprised at the speed, ferocity and copious amount of Chris’s seed. He slumped back quickly, exhausted and relieved. The relief on his face palpable. Marie reached for the tissues but I gestured for her to unfasten his bonding cuffs and indicated they should take time together.

When I came back from the bathroom they had laid on the bed, together. I poured some wine and we shared some wine before they cleaned up and went home together.

I found myself smiling for the rest of the evening while watching hotel TV and relaxing. That mess on the carpet would have to wait or explained away!

Postscript. Chris and I met on several occasions socially afterwards. Much to both our regret, Marie had found it all a bit too much that evening and didn’t want to repeat it. Over time we lost touch altogether. Life is short but its as important to enjoy it as to respect others. I’m sure we all moved on in our various ways.

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Miles and Dawn were your typical upper-middle class couple. Living in the suburbs, dealing with the usual stress of work, kids, and bills, they often took separate trips for an hour long massage. She was an older masseuse and trusted by Dawn to give nothing more than a real massage with no “happy endings”.

Their relationship was strong and sex life was great. They were both on their mid-thirties, strict about diet and exercise and considered very good looking by friends. They loved each others’ bodies and chose to stay as attractive as possible for each other. She was petite at 5’2 and 110 pounds. She was blessed with perky, round 34 D breasts and was somewhat muscular from her daily workouts. She had dark brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair. He was 6’2 and a muscular 190 pounds.

They were close enough to discuss sexual fantasies and occasionally indulge each other. Dawn liked her vibrators, anal beads and oral sex. Miles liked to see her squirt, finger her ass and film their escapades for playback during later sexual encounters. They both had fantasies about a third person joining them, but never intended to act on it.

Miles loved the way that she was such a proper lady in everyday interactions, appearing quite conservative and never talked about their private, intimate matters to anyone but him. In the bedroom, she became her true, sexually uninhibited self.

This summer, they were fortunate enough to have a week’s vacation on a Caribbean island without the kids. They had located a private villa sitting directly above a secluded beach. Miles had scoured the internet to find just such a place. It was equipped with a hillside infinity pool that they easily used for nude sunbathing and a quick fuck on the nearby chaise lounge. It was about thirty feet above the beach, looking out over the light blue-green waters and white sands. It was high enough that they could only be seen by people below if they came near the edge of the pool. The couple spent most of the day reclined on the chaise lounge chairs under a large umbrella drinking beer and margaritas. The owner had also set up a couple’s massage for the second afternoon of their stay at Dawn’s request.

The male masseur arrived on time to set up his table at the poolside with oils and towels. Miles went first as Dawn wanted to finish her margarita before taking her turn. It was a bit unusual for Miles to have another man touching him, but he soon relaxed and fell asleep. He woke at the end, dressed and swapped places with Dawn. Miles watched as his darkly tanned wife intensely enjoyed this treatment. Her smile and quiet moans told him she was feeling good. The masseur was about twenty- two, tall, tan and muscular. He could surely be a model if he chose that route. Her turn was over far too soon and Miles walked him to his car, payed the young man with an appointment set for his return the next day with an added surprise for his wife. Dawn excitedly forced Miles onto the chair after his return and began to pull off his swim trunks.

She had gotten too turned on from her treatment and had to have a real release at once. She licked Miles’ soft cock, rubbing her lips up and down the shaft until it was sprang to attention. She took it into her mouth, moving it slowly in and out as she wiggled her tongue on the underside. She knew this was what he liked and would get him to erupt into her mouth if she kept at it too long. He moaned and allowed her to take his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could, slowly fucking him with her mouth. In and out his cock slid, over and over. Slowly and deeply, sucking and licking, deep-throating like his personal porn star until he felt the oncoming climax. She knew his reactions well enough to sense what was coming and stopped just in time. She asked him to lie on his back on the chaise lounge before turning around and placing her knees by his head, straddling his face in a sixty-nine position.

“MY turn!”, she exclaimed. At this point, he was ready to please her in any way she needed. She hovered her pussy over his willing mouth and said,”I NEED you to lick my pussy. Right NOW!” She slowly lowered her completely shaved and already wet pussy to his lips and eager tongue. “That’s it. Lick my pussy. OHHH yeahhh!” she moaned as he gently licked her clit. He knew her preferences well too. She started to grind her pussy onto his licking tongue. He licked her from above her bostancı escort clit down her pussy and back again, over and over. She moaned repeatedly and her juices began to flow. His entire mouth was covered with her sweet wetness. She rocked back and forth doing most of the work for him. She used her hips to place his lips and tongue back and forth in the spots she needed attention.

She paused with his tongue on her pussy and began to push herself down onto his wiggling tongue. He knew what this meant. She needed a tongue fucking and she wanted it now from his willing and long tongue. She was grinding her wet pussy onto his probing tongue. In and out he slowly fucked her wet hole with his tongue. He mashed his whole mouth against her and spread her hole wide open with his free hands. This allowed him to lick her deeper and deeper, just how she loved it. She rocked her hips forwards and backwards directing his licking from clit, down her pussy and into her hole again and again.

“Ohhh that feels soooo good.” She purred. She was smiling and had her eyes closed as she thoroughly enjoyed it all. “That’s it baby. Lick my pussy, up and down, fuck me with our tongue. YES, lick it just like that! Oooooooh stick it into my pussy as deep as you can. Ohhh yeah baby, that’s exactly what this bad girl needs.! She tilted her pelvis forward a bit and pressed her ass down on him now. “Lick my ass baby!” He started to make small, gentle licks around the edges of her little shaved asshole. She froze in place so as not to disrupt the intense pleasure she was feeling. She rubbed her nipples and pinched them between her fingers.

She could finally stand it no longer and turned around to straddle his cock and let it slip easily into her. She was so wet and ready that he penetrated her pussy to his cock’s base. She gasped and moaned, riding him slowly with her hot wetness gripping his long cock. He rubbed and pinched her nipples eliciting more moans. She move up and down on his pulsing member, sliding easily as the tip rubbed her G-spot upon each entry. They were so turned on that she came quickly with small jerks and jolts throughout her entire body. He spurted his cum deep inside of her still quivering pussy and they both collapsed together.

The following day, the masseur returned with his equipment and set up under the umbrella near the pool. Miles and Dawn exchanged guilty smiles as they silently recalled the previous day’s private activities.

“I’m first today”, she said as she removed her bikini, handed Miles the empty glass of her fourth margarita and climbed under the sheet. Miles was surprised that she allowed the masseur to glimpse her naked rear as she did so. He smiled and sat back with amusement as his wife was gently rubbed with oils. The masseur started by rubbing her feet, arms and hands as she lay on her stomach. He then folded down the sheet, exposing her tanned back and proceeded to massage from her neck down to her lower back. After a few minutes of this, it was apparent that she was completely relaxed and happy. He moved on to her calves adding oil as needed to keep her skin nicely lubricated. He moved up to the backside of her thighs.

Miles had set up his video camera on a tripod earlier that morning to get some good footage of the beautiful view they’d admired each day from the hillside pool. He now turned it on the scene of his wife being rubbed by another and pressed record. He had tipped the young man well the previous day and enlisted his help in a plan to pleasure his wife in a new way during the next encounter.

The masseur moved back up in front of dawn’s head as Miles took his place massaging her legs. “What are you doing?”, she asked in a still relaxed, but confused tone.

“I just thought that two pair of hands would be more enjoyable than one”, Miles replied as he oiled her more and slowly massaged higher on her thigh.

“Ummm, you are so right. It does feel good to be touched by all of these strong hands”, she moaned as she relaxed again. Miles gradually rubbed oil on each thigh, sliding his hands up slightly higher with each pass. He had his hands under the sheet working her outer hips as he noticed her slightly grind her pelvis into the table underneath. It was barely noticeable, but her knew she was getting horny again and trying to satisfy herself in an unnoticed manner beykoz escort while the masseur was present.

Miles oiled his hands again and gently slid them under the sheet to rub the lowest parts of her back. He slowly moved his hands in large circles getting lower onto the top of her firm and petite little ass. She did not resist as the masseur continued to work on her shoulders and neck. Miles began to rub a little more forcefully spreading her ass cheeks slightly apart with each pass. He knew that she liked this type of attention to this erogenous zone and continued working closer and closer in until he was grazing her asshole with each thumb. He shifted to stand on her right side. This allowed him to rub her outer thigh and hip with one hand and her upper, inner thigh with the other. He again moved gradually up and in towards the outer edges of her pussy.

His hands were still hidden by the small sheet over her ass. Miles and the masseur exchanged guilty smiles as they both continued to deliver the best massage Dawn had ever experienced. Miles began to finally rub the outer side areas around her pussy with oiled fingers. She stiffened for a second then relaxed, knowing that the hands were hidden from view. She began to grind her clit into the table beneath her now, getting a little more obvious but not seeming to care. Miles teased her over and over with his fingers on each side now of her pussy, refusing to ever touch her where she wanted it the most.

He slipped a finger into her moist, willing pussy at last. He slid it in and out of her hot wetness as his thumb grazed her little asshole with each pass. His digits, wet with oil and her juices, worked easily over her tight ass and into her inflamed pussy. She surprised both men when she lazily said,”I’m rolling over now so you can finish my front side.” She did just as she said leaving the folded sheet covering only her pussy. Miles gave his new friend a nod and proceeded to oil and massage the front of his wife’s thighs. The masseur oiled his hands as well and started on her upper chest and working his way around each breast to gently rub her stomach. “Higher”, she told him. He returned to her upper chest and slowly oiled around each areola, still avoiding her erect nipples.

With another nod from Miles, he started on each breast with both of his hands. Now he rubbed fingers over her nipple, back and forth letting each hands’ fingers slip gently over the perky breast. “Ummmmm, that feels so good,” she moaned. She was either so lost in pleasure that she forgot another man was touching her or was just going with it. Miles began working up each leg until both hands were massaging the very top, inner areas of each thigh. Her knees both fell to the side, spreading open for his curious hands. He lifted the sheet up higher to expose her pussy completely. She was obviously past the point of modesty now, but it was still unclear where this was going. They had never talked about truly allowing another into their intimate domain before. Any discussions had always been playfully minimized as mere fantasy and seemed out of the question.

Yet, here they were. Both engaging in just that and loving it. Her pussy had been teased to the point of opening up like a flower. Her juices glistened on the inner lips and she was slowly writhing with sexual pleasures being delivered to all areas. She still had her eyes closed and Miles fucked her with one and then two fingers and her breasts were cupped, nipples pinched and flicked by the other’s fingers. Miles turned his palm to face up and began to put upwards, gentle pressure on her inflamed G-spot. He made a “come here” motion with the first two fingers inside of her. After a few moments, the area he was stimulating began to engorge and became very sensitive. She really got into her “special massage” now.

As she squirmed and moaned in ecstasy, she reached above her head and took hold of the man’s pants. She quickly untied the drawstring and let his pants fall exposing a long, hard cock that was aching for some attention. She gently stroked it with both hands as he continued to excite her nipples. Miles withdrew his fingers and climbed onto the massage table with his wife. He eased his engorged cock into her slippery pussy. He began to pump himself into her missionary style with a slow, steady rhythm. He angled himself up a bit kurtköy escort sliding his cock in and out with more pressure between the top of it and her G-spot. He could tell she was excited as the spot started to make a slight squishing sound.

Dawn’s favorite position had always been doggie style. It allowed her to control the angle of her man’s cock and she could enjoy and a finger or toy rubbing on her ass. She said,”I want you to get behind me” to Miles and she got off of the massage table and onto her hands and knees on the chaise lounge. He filled her from behind now, rubbing his wet thumb on the outside of her willing asshole. She bucked back and forth, relaxing a bit more as the went. Her ass started to relax as well and his thumb started to slip in and out of her. It was just an inch at first. He eased it gently in and out as she pushed back onto his thumb with each thrust until it was slipping entirely in.

Miles motioned for the masseur to come around to her side and and pulled his wife up so that he could slip underneath her. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and allowed the masseur to take his place in her pussy. He was a bit surprised with himself. He’d always been a bit of the jealous type and now he was watching his wife riding another man, cowgirl style. She seemed to have just naturally gone along with it all and he was so turned by seeing her this passionate and uninhibited.

He stayed behind her on one knee and began to rub the tip of his cock on her ass. It was much bigger than his thumb so he knew to go slowly and let her ready herself. She rocked back and forth, sliding the masseur’s cock in and out of her fiery pussy as Miles continued to rub the end of his cock on her lubed rear. It started to slip in just a tiny bit as she seemed to relax herself there. She slid to and fro now with one cock pumping in and out of her pussy and the other getting about halfway into her willing ass. She moaned loudly,” OHHHHH, YES, YES, YES! That’s it. FILL me up. Oh, I want you to fuck me in BOTH holes at once! OHHHH that feels so good in my ass.”

“I want to be fucked like the BAD GIRL that I am!! Don’t stop, keep your dick deep in my ass. That’s it, right there.” Miles was now pumping his cock to the hilt into her ass and knew that the masseur was doing the same into her pussy. She reached her hand down to her pussy and began to slide it up and down on the shaft of his cock on each withdrawal. She rubbed her own clit and started to ride both men with more force. She then reached back around to feel her husbands cock slipping in and out of her asshole. She seemed to want to take in all aspects of where the pleasure came from. She gripped his cock sliding it threw her wet fingers, up and down as she could with each stroke.

They went on fucking her like machines that were ready to explode for quite a while, as no one wanted this moment to end. Each cock slid in and out of her holes, over and over as the masseur reached up and pinched her nipples. He gently squeezed them between his fingers and thumbs. She started tom make sounds of pleasure that Miles had never heard from her before. She alternated between moans, squeals and grunts. She sounded like a porn star getting ready to cum. Her pussy was so excited that she started leaking her juices out onto the masseur’s cock, running down his balls and thoroughly soaking him beneath her. He didn’t notice as he was caught up in his own pleasure.

Her legs began to mildly shake and quiver. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back up and down. She kept riding them both with wild abandon, but went quiet as they felt the muscles of her ass and pussy start to contract and release repeatedly on their cocks, signaling the start of her orgasms. She didn’t stop. The waves of contractions seemed to ebb and flow over the next few minutes. The combination of tightening, releasing flesh on his cock, pumping in and out and sounds of his woman in ecstasy were finally too much for Miles. He released a huge stream of cum into her ass over what seemed like the longest and strongest orgasm he’d ever experienced. The masseur filled her pussy with the same as he jerked and moaned in his own climax. They withdrew from her. She let out a gush of cum, squirt and her own other juices from her pussy onto the towel beneath them and jumped into the pool to clean up.

Everyone could hardly move as they’d given each other quite the workout. The men finally dressed and Miles walked the masseur out, tipping him generously. He returned to the pool to see his wife lying naked and smiling at him from her float in the pool. He stopped the video camera and thought about how they’d soon relive the day’s escapades on their home theater system once this vacation was over.

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While this story could be read as a stand alone story you should read them in order to get the best from them.

I had a great time in 1996 some of the fun is described in the two earlier parts. 1997 got off to a great start as well.

Maria and I had some great sex on New Year’s Eve finishing with us both exhausted in the early hours of Jan 1 1997. I had to work the next few days while Maria went away on holiday with her family, I was to catch up with them in a few days.

I work in a small outdoors equipment shop selling clothing, tents, camping equipment etc… It was getting late in the afternoon and the shop had been quiet most of the day. We sent the 2 part time staff home and just my manager and I were left for the last two hours.

I had been watching this lady wander around the shop for the last half hour, she kept looking around almost as if checking to see if anyone was watching her (classic shoplifting behaviour) so I had my eyes on her. She was worth keeping an eye on too I guessed mid 40’s, nice athletic body, tight little arse, long legs and nice looking tits. I walked up and offered to help her, she smiled “yes please I’m wanting to buy some clothing for my husband but I’m not sure what to buy”. Oh great I thought trust me to get the difficult customer at the end of the day. We chatted a little about what he does and what size he is. Turns out he is “similar” built to me so she started measuring clothes against me. At first I didn’t think much of her hands touching my legs as she positioned the pants against me but when her hand brushed my crutch for the third time I started to wonder what was going on.

She then asked me if I could try some pants on and let her know what I thought. To me this was getting weird and I suggested she buy the clothes, keep the receipts and bring it back if it’s wrong. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a $50 note “please can you try them on I would love to see how they look”. Reluctantly I took the bribe money and the pants heading for the changing room with her close behind me.

I tried the first pair on and came out to show her she ran her hands over them again touching my crutch a bit too much. I changed into the second pair and again she touched and rubbed my legs and crutch. This was now causing my cock to start swelling and she knew it too. Half way through trying on the final pair she opened the curtains and stepped inside the changing room with me quickly closing the curtains behind her. Now this was getting awkward here was I in my underwear with a half erect cock and a middle aged woman I didn’t know just entered the changing room with me. She quickly dropped to her knees and pulled my cock from my underwear. Very nice she said running her fingers up and down it’s length. “I have something for you if you want it” she said pulling her boob tube down revealing she had a skimpy lace bra on with another $50 note tucked into it. As I reached for the note she stood up and said “no, you must not use your hands to remove it”. I leant forward placing my face in between her breasts and using my tongue to try free the note. She held my head in place obviously enjoying herself.

Eventually I got the money out and she said “put that nice cock away I’ll take all these and a few other things I saw around the store too”.

I quickly dressed and we exited together, I took the clothes to the register as she went and collected a few more bits, all up she spent $2000 which made my daily sales figures look good. She then said “I don’t have a car can you deliver these to me after work, it’s not that far from here”.

I walked right into her trap “sure why not I said” hey I had nothing else to do Maria was away as were most of my friends and this lady just spent $2000 plus the $100 I had in my pocket hey maybe I might get one more tip for delivering.

As the store closed she helped me load her purchases into my car. We took off heading to her place which would take us about 10 minutes. The whole way there she either had her hand on my thigh or she was adjusting her boobs in her bra.

We arrived at her house, a nice old villa in a reasonable neighbourhood. I grabbed some stuff from the car as she went to unlock the house “place the stuff in that room over there” she said pointing to a small bedroom that looked more like a storage room. I went and gathered more stuff from the car, it took two more trips to get it all in by myself. I closed the boot as I grabbed the last items, headed inside and placed them in the room. As I turned to leave there she was no boob tube or bra on just a perfect pair it boobs right in my face. I froze on the spot “sorry that bra and top were killing my boobs” she said i just stood there like a deer in headlights. “You can touch them if you want I don’t mind” well that was all I needed to hear my hands shot up cupping each magnificent breast. Savouring the silky feel of her skin and the nice weight of each one.

I leant forward and started to kiss circles around her left ataşehir escort breast but avoided her nipples, then I repeated it on her right breast. Finally after doing this two more times I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it flicking my tongue over it at the same time. She turned to jelly instantly moaning about how good it felt, her hands working to get my pants undone and my cock free. She pulled me down the hall and into another bedroom and threw me down on the bed working my pants and underwear down my legs. She then started to give me a blow job. Now I have had blow jobs before but never like this.

It started off nice she licked the head swirling her tongue around, then she just shoved it straight down her throat gagging and chocking herself. She would lift her head up and do it again and again and again, not very pleasurable let me tell you.

So I stopped her, she looked upset like she had disappointed me. I calmly told her “other guys might like it that way but it’s not for me” she started to cry and sobbed something about not being good enough and well the rest I couldn’t understand through the tears.

“Look every guy is different” I said in a reassuring tone “I liked the way you started do some more of that for me please” so she started to lick and swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. “Good now wrap your lips tightly around my cock and slide up and down a bit, not all of it just the top half” she was following instructions well and I was enjoying this very much and I told her so. She kept doing it for a bit more then I suggested “suck the head again and stroke the rest with your hand” again she followed instructions well and I was enjoying this. “ok now alternate between those 3 things” I instructed, she could do no wrong and I felt my release building but this is not how I wanted to finish.

I pulled her head off my cock and pulled her to me so I could kiss her congratulating her on the improvement in her BJ technique. She thanked me for my great instruction. She then climbed back off the bed stripped off the rest of her clothes and climbed back on top of me.

This time she lined my cock up with her pussy and sank down the full length of my shaft. She rode me slowly enjoying the feeling of my cock in her pussy. We switched positions a few times, I had her on her hands and knees with me pounding into her from behind when the bedroom door opened and there in the doorway stood a monster of a man. 6’5 and built like a brick shit house, I froze in place she looked up and said “hi darling” like it was nothing. He walked up to her and said “hi Michelle I’m glad you waited for me this time”. Ahh Michelle at least I now knew her name.

He pulled his cock out and shoved it in her face screaming at her to suck his cock while I fucked her. She opened her mouth for his limp cock licking the head and stroking him bringing him to full size then she just shoved it straight down her throat gagging and chocking herself. She would lift her head up and do it again and again and again he apparently enjoyed this which explains why she thought I wanted a blow job the same way.

After watching this for a good minute or two he looked at me and said “don’t stop fucking her now, pound that fucken pussy” so I started pumping her again. We settled in to a good slow rhythm when I thrust forward it would force Michelle to take more cock down her throat, then I would pull back almost all the way out and wait for her to gag. When she did and she pulled back off his cock she impailed herself on my cock again so I would pull back a fraction more and then slam forward into her forcing his cock back down her throat.

At this point mr big decided he wanted some pussy so he pulled Michelle from me kissed her then threw her on the bed, he climbed between Michelle’s legs and stuck his cock in her. I moved away from the bed with the intention of sneaking away but he noticed and told me to just sit down and enjoy the show. I watched them for 5 minutes clearly this was about him not her, he never spoke to her, never checked she was enjoying herself he just kept pumping her hard.

Then he rolled the two of them over so Michelle was on top. He pulled her shoulders down tight to him and looked over her at me. “Hey boy bring that pathetic cock here I have something for you” he commanded. “Pathetic cock” I thought, his cock was shorter than mine and a fraction thinner.

I slowly made my way back to the bed stroking my cock to make sure it was still hard. “Grab the lube over there, lube your cock and fuck her arse” he said. Not wanting to piss this monster of a guy off I did exactly as he requested lubing up my cock and preparing to stick my cock in Michelle’s arse.

I had never fucked someone up the arse before, I have put a finger or two in while fucking but never my cock so this was something new. I lined my slick cock up with her puckered arse hole, gently I pushed forward against her resistance. maltepe escort It’s not that she was trying to stop me she was just tight.

Slowly my cock head pushed its way into her back passage then finally the head slipped in. Once I got the head in the rest was easier. Michelle let out a moan and muttered something about feeling full of cock. Mr big started to move his hips sliding his cock in and out of Michelle’s pussy. It was weird I could feel the pressure of his cock moving in her pussy. Mr big then yelled at me “well are you going to fuck her or just leave that little cock in there as a butt plug”.

I started to slowly pump my cock in and out of her tight arse, it was a bit awkward to start with but eventually we got into a rhythm with Michelle bouncing a bit as we alternately pumped in and out as well. The feeling was amazing then mr big roared and blew his load in Michelle’s pussy. I didn’t stop in fact now that they both stopped moving I speed up pumping her harder and faster until Michelle shook below me squealing as the next orgasm racked her body, I kept going as both Michelle and mr big told me to stop but I wasn’t stopping not yet not until “OH YEAH” I cried as I unloaded my balls deep inside Michelle’s arse.

It feels good to finally unload after being worked up for so long and the fact it was in this perfect little arse made it even better. We all collapsed on the bed catching our breath, I then excused myself to their bathroom found a wash cloth to wipe myself up and returned to get dressed and leave. Michelle walked me to the door naked as the day she was born, kissed me and said “I’ll come see you at work tomorrow.”

I waited all day for Michelle but saw no sign of her I had given up on seeing her again when true to her word Michelle turned up at work just 5 minutes before closing time. As I was running the store today I told her I would be about 10 more minutes as I need to close the registers and lock up. Michelle said no worries I’ll wait by your car.

I cashed up and locked up faster than I ever have before. As I turned to walk across the car park to my car I noticed Michelle was sitting on the boot of my car. As she saw me coming she spread her knees wide giggled and closed them again. If I wasn’t mistaken there were no panties and that was a bare pussy I was looking at. Michelle must have seen the look on my face because she flashed me again. “Be careful, someone might just stick something in there” I warned her she just smiled at me. Michelle kept spreading her legs as I walked across the car park towards her.

When I got to her I pushed her legs apart and reached my hand up to her pussy gently rubbing it. As she got wetter I got braver and soon I had two fingers slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

Michelle sat on the boot of the car with me fingering her as we talked. She told me Brian had gone away for a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a week. Michelle asked if I wanted to come stay with her until Brian got back, I knew I had to leave to meet Maria and her family in the morning so I said to Michelle “let me make a phone call first and I might be able to do a night or two” she just smiled.

I dropped Michelle back to her house and headed for home promising I would be back soon. I phoned Maria and told her I needed to work the next day so would be a day late leaving to meet them, Maria agreed it wasn’t great as she missed me but if it was only one day she could wait.

I showered and grabbed a quick bite to eat then returned to Michelle’s place around 7pm that evening, she answered the door wearing a beautiful robe which was barely tied together. I could clearly see lots of skin which suggested she had not much on underneath. As Michelle turned and walked away back into the house she let the robe fall to the floor confirming she was naked underneath.

I quickly closed and locked the door crossing the room to catch up with her. She lead me down the hall and upstairs then lead me into the master bedroom the view was amazing, I could see their huge back yard with some well maintained gardens and large trees providing lots of privacy, there was a pool and sun deck with a BBQ pit. As I was looking out the window admiring the back yard Michelle came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me “plenty of time to check the yard later” she said “right now I want your attention on me” and with that she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I was there in a flash dropping to my knees and sticking my face in between her legs. I placed kisses all around her thighs and pussy lips getting her worked up.

It worked as she grabbed my head and forced it into her pussy “just fucken lick me already” she screamed so I did, I ran my tongue up and down the outside of her pussy lips then lightly blew across them. Next I gently pulled them apart a bit not with my hands but by sucking each one to the side then grabbing it with my fingers.

I ran my tongue up pendik escort and down the length of her lips first one then the other, I was in no hurry and I was going to make sure she enjoyed this. Finally after doing this a few times I ran my tongue straight up the middle till it flicked her clit. Michelle’s body jumped and she moaned the second I hit it. I kept working my tongue up and down her pussy making circles around her clit at the top and probing it into her pussy at the bottom. Michelle was on cloud 9 as I pleasured her. After about ten minutes of this Michelle had cum a couple of times but now I decided it was time for the big one.

I waited till her body started to tense up again and I zeroed I’m on her clit attacking it with my tongue for all I was worth, at the same time I slid a finger into her tight pussy curling it up to find the raisin skin textured spot also known as the G-spot. I knew when I hit it not just because of how it felt to me but because Michelle’s hips started thrusting every time I rubbed it.

With my tongue on her clit and my finger on her G-spot Michelle came hard screaming and squealing but I didn’t stop I had other plans. Michelle’s hips were bouncing so much I couldn’t keep my mouth in place but I was determined so I kept licking as best I could while I kept stroking her G-spot then it happened Michelle screamed, thrashed, shook and her pussy gushed our heaps of cum as she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Michelle passed out it was so intense. I pulled her body up and into bed covering her with a sheet, I decided I may as well lay with her so I stripped my clothes off and climbed into bed pressing my naked body against hers.

Some time later I woke to a strange feeling I couldn’t quite work it out and the house was now pitch black which didn’t help. I fumbled around in the dark and found the switch for the bedside light turning it on to reveal a rather large shape under the covers bobbing up and down. Then I clicked Michelle was blowing me and fuck it was good she had remembered everything I said the night before.

Once Michelle realised I was awake she crawled up the bed and kissed me thanking me for her most amazing orgasm. Turns out in the ten years her and Brian have been together he never once ate her pussy or fingered her it was all wham bam thank you mam I’m done.

Michelle climbed on top and lowered herself onto my cock. She rocked and bounced gently as we talked about life, sex, money and family. Brian had the life always travelling and earning good money, sex was always about him and unfortunately for Michelle there was no family locally. Her parents passed away a few years ago and her two older sisters lived half way around the world. Brian never took her travelling with him so she started gardening. I told her “the gardens look amazing and I would love to see them properly tomorrow.” Michelle smiled a real smile not a put on one like people try to fake.

I rolled us over so I could fuck her, gently at first then picking up the pace a bit I knew she had enjoyed herself and asked her if she was ready for me to cum? “Yes but I want to taste it” she said so I carried on fucking Michelle until I was almost ready to pop.

“cum and get it” I said to her as I hit that point of no return. Michelle quickly spun round and sucked on my cock as I unloaded an unusually large load of cum straight down her throat. Michelle struggled to keep up with my load and some dribbled from the side of her mouth, she simply wiped it up with her finger and stuck it back in her mouth. Michelle and I cuddled up together naked and in a fantastic sexual afterglow.

I awoke the next morning to a strange feeling. As I opened my eyes properly I noticed Michelle’s head bobbing up and down then I realised what was going on she was blowing me again.

“Good morning sleepyhead” she said. “Mind if I ride this thing?” I just lay there and groaned some sort of response but it was enough to get her riding me. We fucked, well actually she rode me for about half an hour before we just lay there cuddling.

Michelle got up to make us some breakfast. I wandered out a few minutes later to see her standing at the stove frying bacon and eggs wearing just a cooks apron. I walked up behind her and started groping her bottom and rubbing her pussy lips. Oh how I wanted to just fuck her then and there but I needed food.

After breakfast we showered together which of course lead to us playing up. Her body felt great as my hands rubbed soap all over her. The feeling of course caused me to get hard as iron so I had to do something. I pulled Michelle against me my hands reaching around to cup her breasts, then I pushed her forward bending her over. She knew what was coming next and boy did she want it.

“Stick that big cock in me please” she almost begged. “Brian never fucks me anywhere but the bed and I have always wanted to try it in the shower.” Who was I to deny this horny woman.

I eased my cock into her pussy this had changed from me just wanting some relief to making sure she enjoyed it more than me. We fucked gently for a while then I picked up the pace until her legs buckled from the force of my hips slamming into her. With a huge smile on her face she thanked me and grabbed a wash cloth to clean herself up. I was still hard as can be but Michelle was done.

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Morgan had been a cockteaser for as long as I’d known her. Which wasn’t that long, granted, but long enough for me to form a pretty good notion of the kind of person she was. She moved in next door to us the summer she graduated high school. Her mother had run off with some old flame a couple of years earlier and she was living alone with her father, a guy who seemed to be off working more than he was ever at home.

At first I thought that would have given us something in common, something to build a friendship on, since my own mom had done a similar thing when I was still in my teens and I also lived alone with a father who was seldom home. But it actually did little if anything to seal a bond between us. Morgan had little time for me, even though we were close in age. I was too nerdy, I think, too bookish, too absorbed in my college courses. She once told me I was too nice, and she never dated guys who wore glasses. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try my best to win her over. Especially since after a few weeks she went from ignoring me completely to at least giving me the time of day. My hope never flagged in those early days.

Because oh, was I smitten. Not only was she an incredibly pretty girl, with enormous blue eyes and flaxen hair, a perfect complexion and a mouth that … let’s just say a mouth that had me fantasizing from early on about where that mouth could go and what it might do … but she had this body. Let me tell you about this body.

She was slender, first off, with long, lean, perfectly shaped legs and a tiny, trim, pert little butt. Her hips were curved nicely and she had a small, taut waist that a guy could almost circle with two hands. But then she had these tits, two beautifully shaped, full, heavy breasts that seemed to be about to burst free of any tiny bikini top she wore. How a girl so slender could also have breasts so big was beyond me. I happen to love slender females, but it’s been my experience that invariably such girls are almost always small-chested. Not Morgan. She looked like she could nurse quintuplets.

And as to those bikini tops, well, that’s basically where all the trouble began. From early in the summer she would sunbathe in the privacy of her backyard. Except that it wasn’t so private as far as our backyard was concerned. From our back porch I had a perfect view of her favorite sunbathing positions. And if I ever needed to I could retire to my back bedroom and access an even better view from up there. I even had a pair of binoculars … but that’s another story.

Before we’d ever exchanged a word I’m pretty sure she knew I watched her from one or the other of these vantage points. It was as if in her every move she was aware she had an appreciative audience. What’s more, it seemed she was glad she was being observed. She seemed to get off on putting on a show, on teasing the poor nerdy guy who kept tabs on her from next door. She would stride out in her incredibly brief string bikini, lay down her towel and whatever she needed for her afternoon’s sunbathe, and then she would do her stretching exercises. She would face me and stretch her arms above her head, letting her lush tits heave and shift in that hopelessly overloaded harness. I mean the two triangles of material barely covered her nipples. Most of her breasts bulged out over the top or to the side, and the nipples dented the fabric in an obscene fashion.

Then she would turn around and bend over to touch the ground, giving me a superb view of her gorgeous ass cheeks. The bikini bottom was basically a thong, which disappeared between her buns and left them pretty much naked. When she turned to face me again I had a great view of the miniscule triangle of material covering her crotch, a piece of stuff so tiny you knew she had to shave her pussy completely to wear such a thing at all.

Usually by this stage I would have a massive hard-on and would have to resist the impulse to start masturbating right then and there on the porch, On occasion I confess that when I watched her from my bedroom I did drop my pants and begin jerking off. The erotic show was just too much. The girl was a walking wet-dream.

Eventually of course as the summer progressed I did manage to catch her eye and strike up a conversation or two. She told me she was working part-time at a local supermarket but was looking for something more interesting. She didn’t have a steady boyfriend but was seeing several different guys casually. I’d already witnessed pick-up trucks and a hot car or two waiting at the curb for her in the evenings, and from what I could tell all of the drivers looked tough and intimidating. When I hinted at one point that I would be interested in dating her myself, that was when she laughed her tinkling laugh and told me I was way too nice and she didn’t date guys who wore glasses.

Which was easy enough for me to accept, of course, but for the fact that she seemed to take inordinate pleasure in teasing me. She once leaned over the fence as we were having a conversation and since atakent escort she was wearing shorts and a man’s shirt open to the navel I could watch the globes of those gorgeous breasts shifting and rolling inside the fabric. She’d long since changed out of her bikini so I knew the tits were free to move. At one point, whether inadvertently or not I’m not sure, one huge breast rolled into the open and I had a perfect view of her erect nipple just a foot or two from my face.

“Oh my, you weren’t supposed to see that,” she laughed. But she took her time shifting it back inside her shirt and by then I’m sure my hard-on was apparent inside my own shorts.

On another occasion, an overcast and showery day, she was sitting on the side steps of her porch wearing a pretty, flowery skirt. I’d been chatting with her across the fence there about nothing in particular when she suddenly shifted position, opening her legs and letting her skirt ride up her thighs. I suddenly had a terrific view up between her legs, at the bare, shaved crack of her cunt. She was wearing no underpants!

She watched me quietly for a moment or two before speaking.

“Like what you see, Tony?” she grinned.

“Morgan …” I began, unsure of what I was about to say.

But she simply laughed, pulled down her skirt, gave me a cheerful wave and disappeared in the house. I was tempted to follow but I knew deep down that was not her intention. She was simply interested in teasing me, leading me on. She didn’t take me seriously at all. And I had to live with it. I was living next door to a cockteaser and had to make the best of it.

Eventually, toward the end of the summer, she did consent to go to a movie with me. It was some kind of romantic comedy starring an actor she had the hots for. None of the superstuds she’d been dating were interested in seeing it, apparently. Not enough gun-play and explosions I guess. So I drew the short straw. Except that I was in heaven the whole evening, sitting close to her, feeling her brush against me once in a while. My cock kept twitching in my pants the whole two hours, and by the time I drove her home my shorts were damp with pre-cum juice.

She must have sensed my condition, and when I parked on our deserted street in front of her house she actually leaned over and kissed me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought I’d finally broken through. And it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek. It was full open mouth with tongues flicking and the whole bit. My hand was suddenly on her breast and, miracle of miracles, her own hand went down to my crotch. As I squeezed and fondled her tit her hand stroked up and down on my hardened cock.

“Feels like you’re ready for action, big guy,” she teased, breaking off our kiss.

“Oh Morgan, you’ve no idea,” I gasped. “You must know I’ve wanted you for months.”

She just smiled. But then to my amazement she unzipped my fly and rummaged around inside my shorts until she had her hand curled around my cock and was hauling it out into the open. She began to pump on it with an expert hand motion. Morgan might have kept herself aloof with me, but this certainly wasn’t the first cock she’d handled, that much was obvious.

In seconds I could feel myself close to coming and I didn’t want this to end too soon. It just felt so good after all those weeks of lusting after her. Then she was leaning forward and I thought for a second she was going to suck me into her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. This was too good to be true.

Turns out it was too good to be true. With a sudden serious look into my eyes she stopped her hand motions, let go my cock, and opened the car door.

“You know what, Tony, I’ve just remembered there’s something I have to do. We’ll have to finish this some other time. Besides, my dad is expecting me home. He’ll kill me if I’m late.”

I was pretty sure her dad wasn’t even home. There certainly weren’t many lights on in her house. But I was in no position to analyze the situation or even protest. She didn’t give me time. She stepped out of the car and slammed the door and as she moved away I swear I could hear her tinkling laughter.

What a fucking tease! What a mean-spirited, cockteasing bitch! I couldn’t believe it. I stared down at my wilting hard-on and watched a pearl of pre-cum seep from the tip and drool down the shaft. I no longer cared if I came or not. Sex by myself was not exactly what I had in mind. I was actually in a state of shock, or paralysis, call it what you will. I could not quite process what had just happened.

We’d been on a date. We’d had a nice evening. I felt for sure she was starting to warm to me, after weeks of teasing. Now it seemed all she had in mind the whole time was more teasing. But why? Did it give her that much pleasure to make a fool of a guy? Was she neurotic, crazy, what?

I spent a pretty wretched evening, quietly fuming. And I also had a terrible night’s sleep. You know how you feel sometimes beykent escort when you’ve had a long day and someone does

something inexplicably mean or hurtful, and you can’t think of anything else? That’s how I felt. Morgan had never been my girlfriend, but I felt betrayed. I became kind of obsessed with the meanness of what she’d done.

By next morning I’d remembered something. One of the guys I’d seen weeks ago parked out front waiting for his date with her was someone I knew. I’d had a couple of high school courses with him, and though he tended to mix with the surly, tough crowd of hot-shots and bullies, I knew he had a decent streak. We’d had a couple of conversations and I knew he wasn’t a total prick.

I’d also seen him working the shelves at a local supermarket. I wondered if it was the same place Morgan worked part-time. I dropped by there and found him stocking in the produce department. He agreed to meet me out back on his smoke break, which was only a few minutes away. I began asking him about Morgan and his date with her.

At first he didn’t want to say anything. Like I said, he was a pretty decent guy underneath. But then I told him about my experience and how I was wondering if I was the only guy she’d done this to. Apparently not. Turns out Drew had had a similar experience. He didn’t want to give details, but my version of our date struck a chord with him.

“I think she really goes for tough, mean guys. Kind of male versions of herself,” he told me. “Those are the only ones she puts out for. If she senses any decency, anything she’d consider weak, you’re off the list.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “Does she want to be mistreated or something?”

Even as I was saying this I was thinking Drew was a pretty good amateur psychologist. What he said actually did ring true.

“Maybe. Who knows? I gave up after that one date. Who needs that kind of shit in your life?”

Who indeed. I went home determined to avoid Morgan from then on. I wasn’t even sure I’d be jerking off anymore to the sight of her antics in the backyard. I was glad fall was approaching. Less chance of seeing her at all.

But of course a girl as attractive, as resourceful, as nuts, some might say, as Morgan always has the power to get in a last dig. And this was the case that very afternoon after I’d returned from my talk with Drew. Not only was she on display again in the backyard, she was on display completely naked in the backyard.

This had never happened before. She’d always at least worn her tiny string bikini, even though once or twice she had removed her top. This time she had removed her bottom as well. She was striding about as if inspecting her garden, without a stitch of clothing. No bikini. Nothing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful shaved pussy.

“Tony, I’ve been waiting to catch you,” she said, once she noticed me on the porch. “I want to apologize for last night.”

I didn’t say a word. I was kind of beyond speech. I was wondering how someone so beautiful could be such a fuck-up. What had happened to her in life to make her act the way she did? Had she been hurt, abused, what?

“I’d like to make it up to you. I’ll be alone in the house all evening. Why don’t you come up to my room around ten? First door on the left at the top of the stairs.”

Still I didn’t respond. I couldn’t take my eyes off those magnificent heavy tits, and that stunning shaved snatch. She didn’t even wait for a response. She laughed her sweet, teasing laugh and turned to go back in the house. I watched that beautiful naked ass flex as she strode up the steps and disappeared. And I just stood there stunned, a hard-on once again growing in my shorts.

Just what the fuck was this all about, I wondered. Did I believe for a minute that Morgan was actually inviting me up to her room for sex, for real sexual consummation, after all these weeks of meanness and teasing? Not really. I’m not completely naïve. She had something up her sleeve. Some other mean, cockteasing trick. And of course the last thing I should have done was show up at the appointed time. But as the hours passed I must confess I was curious. I’d already given up on her. I didn’t really want anything more to do with her. But I was still curious. I wanted to know, once and for all, how far she would go to tease me, to humiliate me. Once I knew, I could forget her, I told myself.

At the appointed hour I climbed over the fence into Morgan’s yard. The back door was unlocked and the house was quiet. Morgan’s father was out, as usual. I felt like an interloper, a house-breaker, and I was on the alert for some nasty surprise as I stepped quietly up the stairs. I heard nothing till I was on the landing, then the low-key sound of moaning reached me. I turned to the left, moved toward the open door of Morgan’s bedroom.

The foot of her bed faced the door, and the first thing I saw was Morgan’s flaxen hair and beautiful face, büyükçekmece escort her eyes twinkling as she stared back at me. Her mouth was wrapped around an enormous cock and her head moved up and down as she sucked it.

Some guy lay beneath her. All I could see of him were his big, muscular legs. His face was buried between her legs as they performed their sixty-nine. He was completely unaware of my presence, I’m sure. He was busy with other things. And I was perfectly quiet as I stood there gazing at this obscene tableau set up for my further edification. I almost laughed out loud. It was too crazy, too perfect. A final mean dig at yours truly. From Morgan, the ultimate cruel crazy cockteaser.

I suppose if I’d been a different person I’d have stepped confidently into the room, lightly quipped “Mind if I join you?” and stripped down to offer my own cock for Morgan to deal with. We might have had a threesome. The big guy and I could have double-teamed Morgan, maybe even double-penetrated her.

But I wasn’t that kind of person. And I was pretty certain that a threesome was not what Morgan had in mind. Not to mention the guy beneath her sucking her pussy. No, this was just another set-up to tease and humiliate you-know-who. It must have given her some kind of kinky thrill, but I wasn’t about to hang around to analyze it. My reaction was just what I suppose she expected it to be. Surprise. Shock. Then a turning around and heading quietly back down the stairs.

But I wasn’t all that upset, all things considered. I hadn’t been expecting much other than more teasing, more humiliation. If that’s what she got off on, fine, let her have her perverse thrill. I was done with her. She couldn’t do any more to me. I chalked it up as a learning experience. I’d crossed paths with a truly deranged young woman.

The weather changed completely in the next few days and Morgan’s sunbathing sessions in the backyard were over for the season. It was fall. I was absorbed in new college courses. I didn’t really give her much thought. A few months went by and I didn’t see her at all. I came to think that she’d moved out, and I must admit I was relieved at the notion.

Then sometime in November I got a call from Drew, the guy I’d asked about her in the supermarket. He had some news about Morgan and wondered If I was interested. I said I wasn’t, really, but he went ahead and told me anyway.

“She’s working at this club on the east side of town. As a stripper. She finally gets to give her cockteaser streak a work-out in public, for not one, but a whole group of horny guys.”

“How do you know this? You’ve seen her?”

“I know one of the bouncers. He’s a friend of mine. He invited me down there recently. Yeah, I saw her. She puts on quite a show. It’s a pretty raunchy club, especially after hours, apparently. The owner is a young guy, someone she’s been involved with. He got her the gig.”

“A stripper. Wow. I guess it beats working at the supermarket.”

“For sure. But get this. She also performs for stag parties at the club. Some of them after hours. And I hear she does more than strip, if the price is right.”

“Sounds like Morgan has found her niche in life.”

“For sure. But here’s the thing. There’s a late late stag party tomorrow night. My bouncer friend can let us in. He says there are enough guys, no one will know the difference. Besides, the beer will have been flowing. Everyone will be pissed.”

I hesitated. A sex show in a sleazy part of town. With Morgan the main attraction. Did I really need this? On the other hand: a sex show in a sleazy part of town, with Morgan the main attraction. Could I resist? I couldn’t. I said I’d be there. And the next evening, way past midnight, I met Drew and together we were let into the club by his bouncer friend. The place was pretty noisy, full of drunken young guys celebrating the upcoming nuptials of a handsome young lout with muscles to spare.

Morgan was between sets and we had time for a few beers before her next show started. We had a table at the back and nobody paid us any attention. Everyone was too happy, too drunk. It was a stag, after all. There wasn’t a single female in the place. Until Morgan made her appearance, that is.

And when she did, things got kind of quiet. If you didn’t count the sexy music blasting from the speakers. From the moment she stepped out onto the small elevated platform that passed as a stage, she had everyone’s attention. Partly because of her incredible beauty, but partly because of what she was wearing.

She had on her erotic schoolgirl outfit: crisp white shirt with a dark striped tie, worn under a navy blue blazer, matching navy mini-skirt so short you could see the tops of her black nylon stockings attached to the straps of her black garter belt, and, to complete the picture, a cute straw boater hat. A vision of stunning teenage eroticism, in other words. No wonder all the boys went quiet all of a sudden.

She did some erotic pole-dancing for starters, swivelling herself around by one hand as she teasingly raised her skirt with the other, giving us all a proper view of her nylon-encased thigh and a stretched taut garter. Then she was loosening her tie and opening up one, two, three buttons on her white shirt, allowing us a peek at her cleavage, her glorious tits packed in a turquoise bra.

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“Are you absolutely, positively, unquestionably certain this… contraption… is actually safe?”

Julie looked over the tall silver machine once again, enormously skeptical at her husband’s newest creation. Stretching nearly from the floor of the basement to the ceiling, the massive machine sported two doors, with a large panel of buttons and switches mounted between them. It was clearly large enough for most people to stand in, although many NBA players would need to duck their heads to get inside it.

“Indeed I am, and just to prove it,” Andrew replied as he began to undress, “I’ll test it for you.”

“What!?!” Julie reacted from surprise at seeing Andrew undressing. “Just why are you taking off your shirt?”

“I haven’t done tests including clothing. I’ll need to test that later this week. But for now, I just want to test this on myself.”

Leaning back against a wall, Julie folded her arms across her chest. slightly shaking her head in disbelief. “Either you are a brilliant genius, or you’re simply a raving lunatic. I’m beginning to think you’re much more the latter!”

“Would you prefer to test it yourself?”

“Definitely not!!!”

“Fine.” Andrew continued to undress, his eyes drinking in the vision of his young wife. “But trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”

“Whatever,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

At last, Andrew was fully nude, his clothes tossed onto a chair by his work table. “Now, here is what I want you to do,” he said, motioning for Julia to approach. “When the LED lights switch from red to green, I want you to press the large white button at the base of the panel. That will open the two doors, and prove my success.”

Julia sighed loudly, dramatically. “Fine. Just get in that damn thing and let’s get this so-called ‘test’ over with.”

“But first…” Andrew suddenly grabbed his wife by the shoulders and kissed her heatedly for several seconds before releasing her.

“Remember, the large white button.” With that, Andrew entered the left door and closed it behind him.

*****

The LED lights finally switched from red to green, accompanied by a soft melodic chime. With yet another sigh, Julia slipped off the work table and approached the large machine. She pressed the large white button and heard the latches on the two doors simultaneously release. When nothing else happened, she returned to sit upon the work table.

The right door opened first, and Andrew stepped out. His eyes quickly scanned the basement, and when they fell upon his skeptical wife, he smiled. “I told you it would work!”

“Oh?” Julia crossed her arms over her chest again, clearly not impressed. “So why did you come out the right-side door?”

At that moment, the left door opened, and Andrew stepped out. His eyes quickly scanned the basement, and when they fell upon his stunned wife, he smiled. “Are you finally convinced?”

If Julia were a cartoon character, her jaw would have bounced off the floor, such was the extent of her extreme astonishment.

Andrew and Andrew both laughed good-naturedly at Julia’s expression.

“Wha… wh… what in the world have… HOW!?!?!?!?!”

“Trust me,” an Andrew said nonchalantly, “if I gave you the details, you’d be incredibly bored.”

“On the other hand,” the other Andrew said, “I have an idea.”

The two Andrews looked at each other, then suddenly nodded in an unspoken agreement.

“Don’t tell me you both can communicate telepathically!?!”

“Actually, yes.” an Andrew responded.

“But we know esenyurt escort how to make you truly believe just how well this cloning machine works,” the other Andrew added. “Come here.”

After a brief hesitation, Julia slipped off the table and approached the two Andrews cautiously. Standing between them – standing between her husbands? – she cautiously touched both of them, finding the skin on their chests to feel exactly the same. She looked from one to the other, finding their smiles identical, the gleam in their eyes identical.

Their touches upon her shoulders, identical.

Their growing erections, identical.

Her panties, dampening.

“This situation could have some interesting… ‘uses.'”

“Exactly,” both Andrews agreed as one.

Julia gasped softly, only now realizing her last thought had been spoken aloud.

“Shall we play here, or perhaps in the bedroom?” an Andrew asked.

“Perhaps that should be Julia’s decision,” the other Andrew replied, “That will help her feel more at ease until she has fully accepted suddenly having two husbands.”

“Agreed.”

Both Andrews looked at Julia, awaiting her decision. They both had that gentle, loving, admiring gaze which first struck Julia’s heart when she had met Andrew in middle school.

“Wait here for about fifteen minutes,” she finally decided, “then come upstairs to the bedroom.”

*****

Upon hearing the knock on the bedroom door, Julia simply called out, “Come in, please.”

Andrew and Andrew entered the bedroom, then both stopped to gaze appreciatively upon their beautiful young wife sprawled seductively upon the bed. Her shoulder-length fire-red hair was cast outward upon the bed as if radiating from her head. She wore a satin robe, as red as her hair, with its waist tie forming a large bow at her navel. Her black bra and panties were just visible through the red satin, her nipples unmistakable as they tented the sensual fabric.

Despite the afternoon sunshine streaming through the open window, several tall red taper candles burned upon a dresser, each releasing a faint scent of strawberries.

An Andrew drew closer to the bed, his leg brushing against hers. His gaze traveled the full length of her body several times as the other Andrew slowly made his way to the opposite side of the bed, his eyes undressing her several times. As they both looked loving and lustfully upon her, Julia smiled – both outwardly and inwardly – as her eyes shifted from one growing erection to the other. She had often fantasized about having sex with two (or more) men.

…now, she was about to have sex not just with two men, but with two identical husbands.

The Andrew sitting upon the bed began to caress her, beginning with her left thigh. Julia’s eyes locked with his and she felt a profound amazement pass from him to her through his touch, an amazement reflected in his dark hazel eyes. She wanted to look down her body, to watch his hand as it glided across her pale skin, but something in his eyes held hers prisoner, like a moth to a hot bulb. But she was able to will her left hand to touch the erection, which caused Andrew to quiver slightly at her touch.

The other Andrew caressed her face, and Julia had to shift her gaze, looking up into the identical dark hazel eyes. Even in this pair of eyes, she found the profound amazement; in the caresses from these hands, she felt the love she had known definitively for several years, and had strongly suspected since middle başakşehir escort school.

“So beautiful,” whispered the Andrew caressing her thigh. As his hand slipped underneath the hem of the robe, Julia tried to will his hand to suddenly thrust itself upward to the juncture of her legs and torso, to probe her wetness, to make her rain her sweet love upon him. But instead, the hand retreated just as slowly, toying with her expectations, teasing her.

“Slide toward me,” the standing Andrew requested softly. With assistance from both Andrews, the young woman complied, her head handing off the edge of the bed. With the bedposts elevated by small risers, actually used to provide more storage room underneath the bed, Julia’s mouth was at the perfect elevation.

Recognizing this, she parted her lips without prompting, and eagerly accepted the thick hardness which entered her, causing the standing Andrew to sigh happily even before her tongue began its well-practiced dance.

The Andrew sitting beside the happy woman took this moment to reach for the bow at her waist. Gently, he pulled; slowly, the bow came apart, adding to his psychological teasing. Julia’s hand retracted from his erection, and she now reached backward to hook her hands around the back of the standing husband’s thighs as he established a slow, steady rhythm, making love to her mouth.

The waist tie finally released, Andrew set the two ends aside, then parted the satin robe, the feel of the sensual fabric sliding across her skin causing Julia to moan softly around the thick shaft in her mouth. Her black open-cup bra and matching crotchless panties were exposed to the gaze of both her husbands, and she felt her wetness increase even more upon hearing their soft, flattering comments concerning her state of (un-)dress.

The Andrew upon the bed changed position and parted her legs further, and Julia knew he was about to eat her. She sighed around the oral invader as she felt the warm breath upon her womanly folds, then moaned softly several seconds later as she felt the first bold action of her husband’s tongue upon her.

The standing Andrew stepped back, leaving Julia’s mouth empty, both literally and figuratively. As she whimpered her pleasure past her slightly-parted lips, she reached for the erection, her own saliva providing the lubrication for her hands to slowly stroke the very object which had just escaped the seal of her lips. Closing her eyes, the young woman gave in to the ripples of pleasure beginning to flow throughout her body.

As one Andrew suddenly and savagely thrust a pair of fingers into her body, Julia gave a primal growl, her hands instinctively squeezing hard on the other Andrew and causing him to groan loudly. Then, just as suddenly, her mouth was refilled, her head held solidly between powerful hands as the pistoning motion turned her mouth into a living sex toy.

Which of them is real? she wondered dazedly, the majority of her consciousness focused solely upon the sexual activity. Which of my husbands is the clone?

Twin points of erotic pain caused Julia’s eyes to snap open as she grunted around the oral invader. While still taking her mouth, the standing husband had leaned forward and was savagely pinching her sensitive nipples, pulling them skyward as his forward-leaning position lodged his hot cock in her throat. Somehow, Julia was able to prevent herself from gagging at the suddenness of the act, but still found herself moaning around the intrusion as her other husband’s küçükçekmece escort actions between her legs had set her body to writhing the dirtiest dance humans can ever know.

Her nipples released and her mouth momentarily unblocked, Julia took in huge gulps of air, her hands clenched in the hair upon the head from which a tongue had switched from gently adoring her womanhood to fiercely battering her clitoris. The fingers inside her curled upward, constantly grazing along that one special spot inside her.

Suddenly, Julia was bucking hard, crying out passionately, her head snapping from side to side. Despite her open eyes, she could see nothing but sparks, and felt as if her entire body was aflame with passion. The searing pain of hot strawberry-scented wax dripping upon her still-uncomfortable nipples renewed her screams until she was effectively gagged by her standing husband’s manhood being again lodged in her throat.

The dam suddenly burst, and orgasm tossed her upon the bed like a flimsy raft at sea during a Category 5 hurricane. The sensory overload prevented her from realizing that sperm was being volleyed directly down her throat until the standing Andrew withdrew from her mouth and fired his final round across her face and neck to end at the center of her sternum.

Suddenly, the Andrew between her legs left her, but before she was truly aware of this fact, she felt him suddenly barge his way through the opening of her panties and burrow viciously inside her body. His thrusts were powerful, violent, savage, and extremely effective in ensuring Julia screamed long and loud, releasing the wanton slut within her as only he had ever been able to do. And the wax continued to fall upon her, further heightening the dance of lust and effectively banishing all rational thought.

With the loudest sound Julia had ever heard Andrew make, he roared like an angered lion and exploded within her, filling her so fast and so quickly that a thin shred of her conscious mind wondered if his seed would soon be trickling out her ears. Then he gave one final bone-shattering thrust within her that smashed against her cervix.

Then Andrew collapsed upon her.

It took Julia several minutes to finally return from the peak of sexuality to the valley of the mundane. Her head still leaning backward over the edge of the bed, she opened her eyes and saw Andrew kneeling on the floor, his face one of utter shock. Yet rationality had yet to fully return to her.

She rolled her other husband off her and slowly sat, the juncture of her thighs and torso aching wonderfully, spilling the results of the primal coupling onto the now-unkempt red bedspread. She looked down upon Andrew with a smile, and reached out to stroke his cheek.

Only then did she realize that one of her husbands had died.

The next few minutes were a blurry haze. All Julia would remember later would be the sound of her own endless screams and the powerful, familiar arms holding her protectively.

The same arms which lay lifeless upon the bed.

*****

It was well after nightfall before Julia and Andrew finally placed the clone in the right-side chamber of the machine in the basement. They could only hope that by essentially reversing the cloning process, they could be rid of the dead Andrew. They set the machine to work, then retired upstairs together, neither wanting to really find out if this particular test would be successful.

They sat in the darkness on the sofa, holding each other for comfort. For well over an hour, neither said anything.

“I have a theory about what happened,” Andrew finally offered quietly.

Julia did not, and could not, say anything, as she was still too distraught to even attempt to speak.

“I would like to test it.”

Still, Julia said nothing, nor was she able to say anything.

“…by cloning you.”

Julia’s tears ran anew.

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Chapter 7 –Cumming to the Pool Party

If you have not read previous adventures of Annie, I recommend them to fully understand the sequence of events leading up to this point in the story, as well as my obsession and enjoyment of other men lusting after my fiancée Anne-Marie. Following is a somewhat brief–although I use the term loosely as so much has happened in the past couple weeks–overview of how our lives have changed. For those who are familiar with Annie’s adventures, feel free to skip to the next section…

*********************

My name is Bob Angel, and I have always urged my girlfriend and now fiancée Anne-Marie to dress provocatively, in as revealing and sexy clothes as possible to show off her beautiful body. I enjoy ‘showing her off’ to other men as a visual shout of ‘Look what I have!’ and desiring her to become more open with her own sexuality. I have often fantasized her pleasing other men–including my friends who work with me at the local auto shop–since the day I met her. It is not because I want to degrade or use her, but I believe something so beautiful should not be squandered; like rare art I want to share her assets with other men to enjoy. I love her and know she loves me; it is a turn-on imagining her with other men to satisfy their lusts with the knowledge she always returns back to me. In my opinion is a difference between fucking in pure lust and making love to somebody and committing your life to them. One I would enjoy her pursuing with others, while the other I know is mine and mine alone.

Annie is worth the admiration of any man with testosterone flowing through his veins. She has a supermodel figure–tall with an athletic figure toned from cheerleading in high school and maintained by regularly working out. Although she does not dress as slutty as I would like her to, she still shows off her body amazingly well. With her long brunette hair framing her angelic face, natural well-defined and firm breasts, and long legs, she always draws the attention of every male around her.

Recently our lives have taken an interesting turn. We had a sexual dry spell due to me working late for several weeks, and both of us were horny as hell when I finally had a night off for us to see each other. Unfortunately at the last minute Annie was asked to housesit for some friends of her family. The Strauss’ have two daughters–2-year-old Suzie and 12-year-old Ellen–as well as an 18-year-old teenager named Brian whom Annie used to babysit along with his best friend William when they were younger.

Even knowing our plans were canceled and she had to go and babysit, Annie and I teased and aroused each other to the point of exploding before I drove her to the Strauss’ house. I was in a particularly odd frame of mind as I continued to arouse Annie, leaving her horny as hell right before I dropped her off at the Strauss’ house. As a final act of revenge, Annie pulled me to the back of the house, pulled down my pants, and proceeded to give me a fantastic blowjob. Annie is the best oral aficionado I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she used all her talents that night. As I was about to explode down her throat, she suddenly stopped with a laugh and went inside, leaving me alone and standing with my dick in the air, pants around my ankles!

As I had nothing else to do that evening and was still in an unusual—albeit aroused—mood, I decided to hang around and spy on Annie babysitting for a bit. I moved to the side of the house where the living room window was located, finding it opened for the summer breeze. The side of the house was within the shadows of the garage even during the day, so nobody could see me looking in from the outside. What I expected to be a dull and short evening of Annie watching television before I went home, was quickly replaced by something completely unexpected.

The Strauss’ son Brian and his friend William were both home; however, being too rowdy and self-centered recent high-school graduates, they were not trusted to watch the younger girls, which was why Annie was asked to come over. Looking in, I saw the two guys talking to Annie, Mr. and Mrs. Strauss apparently already gone for the evening.

From my vantage point, I could hear and see everything in the well-lit room, and from the conversation, Brian and William had seen us in the backyard earlier, commenting on Annie teasing me with her blowjob! More surprising, the boys stated they were going to tell Brian’s parents about her behavior unless she gave them similar treatment in compensation. Mr. and Mrs. Strauss owned the local bank where Annie’s parents had a sizeable loan, so such a scandal would mean the bank could foreclose on their loan, ostracizing Annie and her family from the community. The circumstances of embarrassment not only to Annie but her entire family and the possibility of financial ruin for her family who was already having problems in this economy were too great to risk. To make a long synapsis short, the avcılar escort boys ultimately blackmailed Annie through a possible ‘scandal’ of her acting like a slut to become a slut.

The boys had not come about their blackmailing scheme by chance, having had a personal grudge against Annie for years while she had babysat them. Annie told me once she purposely teased them to get them to leave her alone. She dressed in revealing clothes, ‘accidentally’ flashing them a bit of skin every once and a while until they both got so worked up, they would excuse themselves to their rooms for the night. Annie rationalized it was the easiest way to have a peaceful night. She even admitted feeling sexually empowered with the ability to tease somebody to the point of them having to relieve themselves.

Annie has always been a natural tease, her body movements, mannerisms, and general demeanor unconsciously seducing any man who watched her. When she did it knowingly it was impossible to ignore.

Because of all the past years of pent-up cock teasing, the boys had a personal lustful grudge against Annie and had been looking for any way to manipulate her to their control.

Any other evening Annie would have been of a right mind to call their bluff, life continuing normally; however, as aroused as she was and slightly drunk from our interrupted date, she believed the boys’ threats, fearing her parents going bankrupt, their house foreclosed, and how such embarrassment would destroy her family. Eventually she succumbed to their demands, at first only agreeing to show off her body to them; however, as turned on as she was, and the general eroticism the act of having two well-endowed men in front of her, Annie ultimately agreed to a hand job at their incessant urging.

Inevitably her own lust and desire got the best of her and I watched in amazement as during the hand job Annie leaned over Brian and took him fully into her mouth! Things progressed after that, leading to one of the most erotic sights of my life as I watched Annie involved in a threesome—my naked fiancée on her hands and knees sucking one guy while another pounded her from behind, her ass and tits swaying with each thrust.

Instead of being mad or jealous as I stood outside watching the events unfold, I was more aroused than ever, in the end jacking off twice to the scene of Annie following the demands of the two guys, exposing her body and letting them appease their sexual gratification through the use of her. Although she may have started off unwilling at first, as they satisfied their lust her own body betrayed her, yearning for more. Yet in the end she was left unsatiated, as the boys’ only interest was in her humiliation, leaving her filled with two strangers’ sperm as proof of their control over her.

The following week Annie had to babysit again, and predictably the boys were present, me spying yet again through the window to see if anything else may happen. I watched as the boys revealed videotaping the previous week’s exploits, threatening to expose the tape to Annie’s school and parents, as well as their parents and everybody in the community, even threatening to accuse her of abusing them as minors in the past.

Ultimately Annie caved in when they threatened to tell me about her indiscretions–the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. Annie’s greatest fear is losing me, and she loves me with all her heart. She would do anything to keep us together, even prostituting her own self out, as paradoxical as it sounded.

The irony of the situation was this was something I had always dreamed about. Annie thought I was joking when I told her I would not mind her sleeping around with other men. Knowing she loves me and is mine even when satisfying another man’s lust is one of my biggest thrills. I am all for women’s lib and equal opportunity, but I believe a sexually beautiful woman should use the gifts God gave her, and the greatest gift any woman can give is serving another’s needs with her body. I believe in true love and devotion as well; to me there is a difference between fucking and making love. Yeah, ok, maybe I’m a bit weird, but that’s who I am, deal with it!

Over time the boys made several demands of Annie, placing her more and more into their control—the more she succumbed to their demands, the more incriminating evidence they gained. One weekend they got her to dress up as a biker slut and go shopping with them at a mall, her body on display to all who saw her. They had Annie try on all sorts of slutty clothes–often in the changing room with her–making her buy a whole wardrobe of ‘appropriate’ slave attire.

Without her knowledge they drugged her with a recreational sex drug causing her to become uncontrollably aroused and then leaving her alone at the Food Court. Fate that day was in an unusual mood as my best friends ended up finding her, her body blindly wanting satisfaction to her sexual cravings.

As halkalı escort I have mentioned, every guy who knows Annie has lusted after her, and my friends are no exception. We often pride ourselves in attempting to seduce each other’s girlfriends, not minding if we succeed, as we all feel similarly in terms of sharing a woman’s body. In particular my best friend Rick has been obsessed with Annie since the day we started dating. He has always pursued her, and I often told Annie she should sleep with him to satisfy his craving and get it over with, but Annie always believed I was joking.

Finding her stoned and in such an aroused state at the mall, dressed provocatively and completely at their mercy was a dream come true. As the events unfolded, they finally led her in a sexual stupor to the men’s bathroom where she gave the entire gang blowjobs.

Later in the evening the boys continued her sexual domination by arranging a group of strangers at the mall to fuck her in a gangbang. Annie’s blackmail continued as not only had my friends recorded Annie’s ‘sexploits’ in the bathroom with their cell phone cameras, but Brian and William had her gangbang recorded as well, further capturing her within their folds of domination.

Since then life has been stimulating for both of us. The boys have continued their sexual control over Annie; ordering her to dress provocatively in clothes they picked for her at the mall, also demanding she not wear any underwear unless instructed. Furthermore, she is at their beck and call to be used for their own enjoyment as much as possible. Meanwhile they have denied her to have sex with me unless they give her permission.

Annie has explained her changes by telling me she is seeing if I was truly serious about her dressing more slutty, even though I knew the actual reason. The abstinence from sex she has further stated is due to our engagement, in order to have something to look forward towards on our honeymoon.

Additionally, my friends were now blackmailing her, threatening to reveal to me her behavior at the mall and her gang blowjob session with them. The first part of their plan has been to force Annie to attend a pool party we were had arranged for this weekend.

Annie has always known of my friends’ lust of her, especially Rick–so has avoided any contact with them as much as possible. This was the first party she was going to attend since graduation, always finding an excuse not to be around other times. To explain her sudden change in attitude, she explained to me how she missed seeing all her friends, wanting to catch up with her girlfriends who would be at the party.

With all the recent events, Annie has become blatantly sexual. She has had several doses of the recreational sex drug the boys bought, resulting in her being almost continually aroused. Though her changes could be explained solely by the drug, Annie has admitted in her own diary (which I secretly discovered the location of long ago) how she is enjoying the attention, feeling a part of her being ‘freed.’ Her thoughts have been in constant dichotomy between wanting to enjoy other men’s’ use of her body and her abiding by ‘normal’ society’s morals of a ‘proper’ and ‘good’ girl. Moreover, her love for me has her afraid of giving in due to the possibility of losing me, unable to reach the same conclusion as I have that she can be a slut and still be in love with me.

It is through reading her diary as well as spying on her without her knowledge I have discovered and been recounting her adventures. I again urge you to read what has occurred before to understand both our feelings and Annie’s predicament up to this point as the story now continues. The day of the pool party has come (or cum as the case may be) and gone, and I am telling the events in the order they occurred, as opposed to bits and pieces out of synch as I found them her diary afterwards or watching myself in order to better explain the story….

*********************

Annie awoke Sunday morning feeling more alive than ever, particularly compared to the last couple weeks. All last week she had woken with pure sexual need and uncontrollable lust, yet now she felt energized. Her body still burned with desire, but it was a familiar tingle, her mind aware of her desires and willing to give in to them to some extent. She felt built for sex, ready to let her body be used.

Thinking through the past day, she realized her lust was controllable to some degree, particularly with her mind starting to accept her role as a slut. Yes, her yearnings were as strong, but thinking about relieving those urges instead of denying them seemed to be the key. It was as if being used at the car wash had broken down some barrier in her mind, some part of her no longer fighting the desire to be used. Now the main worry in Annie’s mind was the uncertainty if the price of controlling her inner dark desires was worth it, especially if beylikdüzü escort she had to fuck a dozen guys to appease it!

Going to the car wash and giving her body to every man present had somehow removed all her inhibitions. There was a crossing point while she was being serviced where her mind had given in to the depraved pleasures of the attendants, as if a dam had broken and all the pent up lust had crashed forth. Instead of being afraid and abhorring what she was doing, she had allowed the sensations full freedom, allowing acceptance of her role as a sexual object to saturate her entire being. She had done what felt ‘right’ to her. The end result—besides mind-shattering orgasms at the time—was waking up this morning and although fully aroused, no longer afraid of the arousal, instead anticipating it, wondering on ways to appease it.

A part of her could not believe she had sex with so many guys at once, or been so open and eager about it, or even had gone there to begin with; however, another part of her consciousness was accepting it, and was now the more dominant emotion. A week ago she would have been horrified at her actions; this morning she looked back on it with a tingle of excitement. The only difference between yesterday and previous incidents with not only the boys, but Rick and the gang as well was she gave herself willingly, whereas before there was always non-cooperation in what she was doing.

She looked down at her chest, the bed sheet having fallen to her waist, seeing how her skin glistened with remains of the car wash treatments. The various cycles had cleansed her better than any spa treatment, and her mind wandered, imagining what it would have been like going to bed covered in cum, waking with it dried upon her skin, the smell of maleness surrounding her.

She ran her fingers through her soft hair, her mind fantasizing it being stiff and matted with dried sperm. Instead of rejecting the idea as before, the thoughts of sex sent a thrill through her, the cleft between her legs becoming moist at the thought of being used so thoroughly by men.

Her mind was still in turmoil, but it was lessened in terms of the amount of rejection and abhorrence she felt being used as a sex object. It was not a complete reversal, giving in to a complete acceptance of being a slut—she did not plan on walking outside and fucking any man she met. There was still a large part of her consciousness questioning how she could have gone through with such a display of promiscuity, particularly frightened of what Bob would say if he found out. That being said, she could see some benefits in following the orders of her masters versus rebellion.

She did not willingly relish her predicament with the boys or Rick and the gang; however, a part of her now felt almost exhilarated to be desired not by one or a few, but several dozen men.

Without thinking she squeezed her left breast, savoring the spike of her pulse, the tingle of her nipple as her palm grazed over the responding, hardening nub. She increased pressure on it, kneading it between her fingers, moaning quietly as the nerve endings of her nipple reverberated through her body. Running her hand lower, she felt the smoothness of her belly, images of it covered with the warm, slimy ejaculate of a man filling her head, picturing the slickness as she rubbed it across her stomach.

She wondered what was happening to her. She had always argued with Bob over his belief women were sexual objects in nature, meant to be used. When they had first discussed to topic she had thought him a Neanderthal in his thinking, but after getting to know him, she realized he respected women as more than sex objects. He merely had none of the reservations many people had over ‘free sex’ or what roles were expected by each sex—women to be used, men to use them. To him sex was a pleasure to be pursued, although he had never been with another girl since they had started dating–at her own request she acknowledged, wondering now if it was selfish of her and unjustified. Already she had been pleasured by—holy Christ, over two dozen men she realized! Not only with strangers but people she knew, and her love for Bob had not diminished in the slightest. Instead she actually felt she understood him more, with stronger feelings for the intimacy they shared together beyond the pure unadulterated lust of sex.

Was she merely justifying her use by so many men? Was this an excuse she was subconsciously using to rationalize why she felt—good, that was the feeling she had. Was she trying to explain feeling good from so much sex with some convenient excuse? She had been used and willingly ravished by almost a dozen men in a single day, and felt better than she had in a long time, with only a twinge of regret. What was happening to her?

Annie stretched in bed, her left leg uncovered by the sheet as she remembered the first attendant’s gaze upon her legs as she stood before him in the revealing outfit. Reflecting on the moment, her body became covered with goose bumps as pins and needles flowed across her skin, her mind reliving his eyes gliding up and down her body. She should have been ashamed of herself for even allowing that much to happen, let alone agreeing to the ‘ride’ through the car wash and the depravities she allowed to be committed upon her person.

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