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~Tossed Roses land on a maple casket already lowered into a 6 foot grave.~

I woke up with a start. Groggy eyed, I looked around my bedroom, remembering my night with Judy. Then the sound that woke me came again, knocking at the door. I got up to find myself in blue boxer briefs. The clock said 11:35 AM. On my way to my door, rubbing my eyes and face, the knocks came a third time.

Opening the door, I froze seeing twin images of Silvia surrounded by the glare of sunlight beaming into my dark living room. Her two sisters waltzed in with smiles and I closed the door after they passed me.

“You should really let some light into this dungeon, Peter.” Melanie, wearing a tight t-shirt with a deep v-neck and camo-cargo pants, plopped herself down on my blue couch, instead of working the blinds to let light in, and Stephanie sat down next to her, wearing a light pink summer dress that came down to her ankles. Silvia had been a couple years older than me, and the oldest of the three. Mel was a month younger than me, and Steph a couple years younger. All the women in the family had characteristic long brown hair and light brown eyes.

“What can I do for you?” I said with a yawn, standing a few feet in front of them with my arms folded.

“We talked to Judy this morning.” Mel played with the zipper of one of her cargo pockets. Judy and Mel were friends, which added to the friction that existed between Silvia and Judy.

“See, we have a situation that requires some assistance, and Judy mentioned that you would be the best fit for the circumstance.” Mel grinned at Steph, who smiled back, and I started calculating what Judy could have possibly gotten me into.

“I’m listening.” I woke up a little more, getting ready to hear this problem of there’s and figure out a course of action.

Mel’s hand stopped playing with her pocket zipper and moved to rest on Steph’s knee. “Steph here is a virgin. She’s had plenty of pussy, but no dick. And Judy said your six inches would be a willing tool in deflowering ankara escort my little sister.”

My jaw dropped as a flood of thoughts entered my brain. Judy telling these two I would be a willing sex partner. Steph eating pussy. Mel helping Steph get some dick. But mostly I was turned on by the thought of possibly screwing one of Silvia’s sisters, a fantasy that I’ve had for a long while. My dick pulsed through my boxer briefs in response and both girls giggled when they saw it.

Mel shared a smile with Steph, again. “I think we’re good to go, but first let’s give him a show to get everyone warmed up.”

Steph smiled and nodded with approval as both girls stood up. I took a step back, still shocked, as Steph pulled Mel’s shirt and pants off. Underneath, Mel had matching red cotton bra and thong. Mel’s nipples were already poking through the material. Then, Mel pulled up Steph’s summer dress over her head, to reveal white cotton bra and panties with small printed flowers all over them.

My arms came down to my sides as the two smiled at and caressed each other. Mel planted a light kiss on Steph’s cheek, as Steph ran her hands down Mel’s abdomen. My dick was now fighting my boxer briefs to stand at full attention, as my fantasy of watching sisters go at it played out in front of me.

Mel smiled when she saw the battle in my crotch. She then locked eyes with me as she pushed Steph down to her knees. Steph nuzzled her sister’s clit with her nose through the red fabric. I had to pull away from Mel’s hypnotically hungry eyes to watch Steph. Steph began licking the spot her nose was just nuzzling, trying to get Mel’s panties wetter than they already were.

“Yes, I love this.” Mel finally closed her eyes, and I realized that the pussy that Steph has had already was incestuous. I licked my lips.

Steph pulled down Mel’s thong slowly, still licking. Steph pulled away to let the thong drop to Mel’s ankles, then returned, now licking a shaved, engorged clit. Mel moaned, her hands ankara escort bayan playing with Steph’s hair, as her legs began to tremble.

Mel opened her eyes and gently pushed Steph away from her, saliva trailing between Steph’s outstretched tongue and Mel’s crotch. Steph then laid down on the floor, and Mel squatted down to sit on Steph’s face, their actions looked well practiced. Steph wrapped her arms around Mel’s thighs, pulling her pussy down onto Steph’s mouth. The site was turning me on to no end.

Mel moaned again, looking at me with half lidded eyes, and she motioned for me to approach. Powerless, I walked over and stood in front of Mel with Steph between my legs. Mel quickly pulled my boxer briefs down until they rested on Steph’s belly.

“I’ve been so jealous of Silvia. She always talked about your tool, I can’t believe it’s right here.” Mel grabbed me gently and slowly stroked up and down. She licked the tip, like tasting a lollypop. My pre cum trailed between my cock and her tongue.

“How long have you wanted me?” The words came out of me with a tremble. Looking down at Mel with my dick in her hands made me shiver a little.

“Ever since Silvia met you.” She started licking up and down the length of my shaft, lubricating her hands in the process, making the strokes glide easier. After licking, stroking and studying my package a little longer, she slowly fed herself, inserting me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She then slowly pulled me out, and back in again. Back and forth, her lips catching the rim of my dickhead, her hands stroking slowly to the same rhythm.

Her small mouth couldn’t take more than a couple inches of me. But each time she tilted my dick down a little lower until she gagged on me. She pulled me out and coughed. Then tried again. I hit her gag reflex again and her cough was more violent with her spit trailing down from her lips, but she smiled when she looked back up at me and put my dick in her mouth again. She gagged again, escort ankara but tried to keep me in through the cough, blowing spit bubbles between her lips and my shaft, but had to eventually pull me out. This time, tears were in her eyes when she smiled at me, but she again shoved me down her throat.

This continued until Mel’s mascara started to run down her cheeks. Each time she took me further down her throat, and each time she gagged and coughed and held me longer before pulling me out, with spit bubbles forming and dripping down her chin, as if she liked the whole process. I finally grabbed her head and forced my dick down further, her nose 2 inches from my belly still, hands reached up and held my hands tight to her head. I pulled out and she coughed again and I immediately dove in again, pushing my dick down further. She was having trouble breathing so I pulled out for her to catch her breath. Steph had stopped licking and asked if Mel was ok.

“Keep eating my pussy, bitch!” Mel yelled between huge breaths of air. Steph smiled and ground her tongue and lips into Mel’s pussy as Mel looked back up to me, mascara lines trailing down her cheeks, her hands still holding mine firm to her head. Those hungry eyes told me to deep throat her again, so I plunged in again, finally getting all of me down her tight ravaged wind pipe. Her nose poked into my abdomen hard, and I held her there for a good ten to fifteen seconds, then let her go. After more coughing from my actions and a little moaning from Steph’s actions.

“Cum in my stomach, Peter.” I had to obey. I drove in again and again, each time my full length pushing through her throat, each time held there longer. Mel started whimpering while I was in her, and continued coughing and choking on her spit each time I pulled out. Her hands never pried mine off her head and somehow this turned me on even more, the idea that she enjoyed being choked by my dick. After another 7 or 8 times I couldn’t hold on anymore and instead of spit, Mel started choking on my jizz, cum bubbles raced out of her mouth and nose.

“I came so hard cause of you two,” Mel said between breaths, her face drenched in tears, spit and cum. I looked down and Steph was licking her own face, covered with Mel’s juices. Two drenched sisters never looked so hot.

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I saw her dancing, a ceremonial dance of her ancestral African culture. Her costume, bright, and revealing as she dances barefoot. A colourful bead necklace sits firm around her neck, large coloured plumes fastened around her wrists and ankles.

Fixated by her thighs and legs, she lifts them effortlessly in beat with the drums. I’m mesmerised by her flat stomach, her forever lasting grin. She’s like an angel sent from heaven.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat as we watch the show, my friends and I. Some clap to the rhythm of the goat skin drums, others tap their feet, me, I’m aghast. I’m in shock, I’m in love.

Nervously, I return the smile of the friends who catch my eye. I try not to look at the dancing girl as my cheeks burn red. I avoid her gaze as she grins into the small crowd gathered to watch her.

I shift in my seat, and pull my skirt down my thighs. I cross my legs, forcing them together to stop the fire from burning, soaking my knickers. Grabbing my gin and tonic, I gulp at it, hoping to cool down.

I look back at her, bursa escort passionately dancing, glimpsing her black panties. Her brown skin shimmers and shines under the bright club lights. Her nails are long and dark red, her hands grab toward us and fling back to her sides. She looks right at me, her eyes wide and fixed, her smile broadens.

Imagining myself with her. I wonder what it’d be like being held by her, her stroking my hair, and kissing me. I imagine us together, in bed, my head on her chest. My fingers sliding up the smooth skin of her thighs, pressing at her firm stomach. Our kisses they’d be quick but meaningful, growing into more emotional signals of lust.

Her grip on me tightens, her fingers clamp into my flesh as I climb atop of her and kiss her neck.

My imagination runs amok, and I eventuality come too by the sounds of applause and I slowly join in as my friends and I commend the dance and the dancer.

The night draws on and I help a drunken friend to her Uber.

“Text me when you get home.”

I bursa escort bayan open the car door and help her in.

“I love you, so much. You’re my forever friend.”

“Yeah, yeah you piss head. Get home to sleep.” I wait for her to lift her leg in, close the door and see her off.

I turn to go back to the bar, and I see her, the dancer. She’s in jeans and tight vest top, looking taller in her high heeled boots. Her hair is up and tied back, She looks gorgeous.

She’s on her phone and I can’t make out what she’s saying. She turns and looks at me, before hanging up.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

Her face round, her lips full. I think about walking on.

“Was that African, you were speaking?”

She laughs. “What’s African?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were African, or speaking African?”

Giggling she shakes her head. “I’m from Croydon, love.”

“Oh!”

“African!” She shakes her head.

“What were you talking, I didn’t recognise it.”

“Swahili, I was talking görükle escort bayan Swahili. Do you know where that’s from?”

I shrug, “South Africa?”

She laughs. “My grandparents were Masai. My parents moved to London in the eighties. I was born in Croydon.”

“You think I’m racist?”

“Are you?”

“No, at least not deliberately.”

“Right!” She puts her phone in her pocket and heads to the door.

“I saw you, smiling at me.”

“Oh, smiling at you, when?” confusion spreads across her face.

“When you were dancing, you smiled at me.”

“I couldn’t see, the lights were too bright. I’m sorry.” She takes a couple more steps to the door.

“Are you staying for long, can I buy you a drink?”

She pulls on the door and smiles. “A drink with a racist?”

My stomach flutters, somersaults, and my heart stops.

“I’m joking, I’d like that.”

Elation flows through me as I follow her to the bar and order our drinks. We sit on stools at the bar talking. She’s amazing.

Her dark eyes twinkle in the light, her lips look soft and so kissable. I hang on her every word.

“I’ve not been with a girl before, definitely not a person like you.”

“Like, you?” She shrugs. “What, black?”

I laugh. “So beautiful, so intelligent.”

She smiles as she takes my hand, and leans in.

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This first part is an introduction to how it came to be that I was to meet with a woman who was to turn my life around completely in I way I could never have imagined. Not only to to wake up the lesbian feelings lurking inside me, but to turns of events that would take me on a journey into the taboo world of sexuality. So ladies please bear with me:

I left my home town when I was 19 to move to the big city where an attractive girl like me could do better, or at least that’s what I thought. For the first eighteen months or so wasn’t so good as the only job I could find, (with no real skills) was as a waitress in a Fish and Chip Shop. It was long hours, with low pay. I also frequented pubs and a dance hall where the lower elements of society went.

After a bad experience I moved to a better part of the city, and found another dance hall where I met a better class of men. I had started to improve my image for lack of a better way of describing it became less of a slut in my appearance. I did this by mostly observing what other women wore and dressing like they did. I found I attracted a better class of men, men with good jobs so they could afford to take me to nicer restaurants for dinner, concerts etc. as well as better ‘lounges’ rather than crummy pubs.

I was pleased with the changes I was experiencing, and realized I could mix with the best of company. I found a nice job in a better class restaurant, and was soon made a ‘Section Leader’. The hours were weird, and most days had two hours off between 2 and 4 PM. (After the lunch period which usually started getting quiet around 1:30 PM, then I would go back on shift at 4 for the supper crowd. Of course there was always more of us on duty during the busy periods of 6 -9 AM for breakfast, and 11 – 2 PM for lunch and 4 – 8 PM for supper and dinner. Our shifts were rotational, so each week I’d work a different shift from the week before.

I’m not certain when she first came in for lunch, I know it was around the end of May or the beginning of June, and usually she would came in later, like around 1:00 to 1:30 when it was quieter, and I’d wait on her table. Right away I noticed her eyes and smile, particularly the eyes which to me looked like ‘bedroom eyes’.

She came in each day and soon we would get chatting as we got to know each other, the way people do when they see each other each day like that. She would take a table in my section and would greet me with a lovely smile and a, “hello, how are you” sort of greeting, and always extremely polite. Right from the first time I waited on her she would leave me a generous tip, so of course I was always happy to serve her.

She had a foreign accent, one I couldn’t place, and one day when it started raining cats and dogs, and I mean pouring, she decided to wait till the rain stopped or at least eased up. My shift ended at 2 PM, and for the same reason decided to just wait around as I had to be back at work for 4. I got myself a cup of tea and sat behind the counter, there was only a handful of people in the restaurant waiting for the rain to clear up as well. Catherine, her name as I’d found out, held up her tea pot as a signal for more tea and although my shift was over, the waitress on duty was in the kitchen so I went over and got the pot and refilled it. She commented on the downpour and I mentioned I was just going to wait too, so she invited me to join her, so getting my cup I returned and we sat and chatted.

Catherine I guessed to be around 40, she was a plump woman, with what I would call an ‘Ample’ or ‘Rubenesque’ build, I say that as her figure was in proportion. Although she was dressed a little old fashioned, her clothes were of very good quality, as was her necklaces with matching earrings. She also wore those old fashioned ankle boots with high heels like the Victorians wore, which I thought was typical of the ‘colonials.’

Over the next few weeks I would see her quite often and started to look forward to it, and she seemed to make a point of coming in and sitting in my section, so when I would not be so busy, as I was to learn later, it was deliberate so she could chat with me.

She told me she had just arrived from Rhodesia, (Now Zimbabwe) where she had been brought up, the reason I’ll tell you about later, and we had a nice conversation. She had a pretty face and an extremely pleasant voice and beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle as she spoke. I don’t remember much about what we talked about other then she told me about Rhodesia, one thing I do remember, is for some reason she talked about the difference in the countryside, as every thing was so much greener here than in South Africa.

One day she didn’t show up, all that week I never saw her and was disappointed and it made me realize how much I’d looked forward to seeing her each day.

Then she came in for dinner on the Saturday evening. (I had told her my schedule during our previous chats). I was delighted to see her again şişli escort and think it showed in my enthusiasm, but we were very busy so after taking her order I had to see to others. She obviously saw I was busy, and took her time over her meal and patiently waited till it quieted. She apologized for being away explaining she had to go visit family for some reason and said she missed our, ‘lunch time chats.’ My shift was ending at 8 PM and she invited me for a drink after I was off duty, and I accepted.

I had been dating an older man for about 6 months but that was winding down as he was starting to get too demanding. We had met at a dance and started dating. At first he was very generous keeping me in cigarettes, nylons and lingerie as well as taking me out to nicer pubs and restaurants for lunch or dinner. I in return would take good care of his sexual needs spending nights with him as he had his own Flat. He enjoyed some kinky play too that I was happy to indulge in with him, but that’s a story for another time. As I said by the time I met Catherine he was getting too demanding, feeling he had bought me, a big mistake for him.

Saturdays after my shift ended, whether it was at 6 or 8 PM, I would go to meet him at a pub, then we would go dancing followed by my spending the night with him.

The pubs closed about 10 PM in those days so when she invited me to join her for a drink it didn’t bother me that I would ‘stand him up.’ We enjoyed a few drinks that she insisted on paying for, and when we went to leave she told me she had a car and offered to drive me home. I was quick to accept and she drove me home where before I got out of her car, she asked me if I’d like to go with a drive with her the next day, to which I agreed.

Once I went inside I couldn’t put her out of my mind, trying to figure her out. She was obviously rich or at least well off as not too many ordinary people could afford a car in the U.K. in those days. Why me? We got along just fine, I admit the first attraction was her generous tips after a meal, but now this felt different for some reason. She was more than twice my age, perhaps she was just lonely just having arrived from Africa I don’t know. Now here was what I thought by now was a wealthy woman making friends with me.

Now I was invited to go for a drive with her, I had been quick to accept and I think it showed, or again that might have been my imagination. Now here I was, heart pounding, butterflies in my stomach I don’t remember exactly, perhaps it was some kind of instinct I don’t know, just I was looking forward to seeing her again.

She picked me up around noon, I remember being impressed with her car and I got in and off we went. It was a lovely summer that year and that Sunday was no exception, warm and sunny as she took me into the hills where we stopped and had a lunch at a country pub, then took a leisurely scenic route back into the city. When she went to drop me off at my Tenement building, she reached over and gave my hand a squeeze smiling at me and said something like, ” thank you you’ve made my day” or words to that effect. Her eyes seemed to be alive and her touch was electric, my heart pounded I’m sure as I hurried away after a quick, “thank you, I enjoyed it very much too” or something like that and hurried into the building.

I got to my room and looked out the window in time to see her car disappearing down the road and I had a funny feeling I would be seeing her for a long time to come. She was in my thoughts constantly by this time, and my masturbation’s were beautiful, strong and powerful as she was all I could think of. The following week one day after her lunch we chatted as usual, and she asked me if I’d like to go to the pictures with her. I had no reason not to, so I said sure and she asked me what would be a good time. I suggested the following Saturday evening as I was off work at 6 PM that day.

It was arranged that she would pick me up around 8 PM and we would go to the ‘second house’, that would give me time to go home and freshen up for our ‘date’.

I thought about our relationship, there was something not right about it. She was attractive, albeit a little over weight but never talked about a husband or boyfriends, and why this attachment to me? I thought about when we were together, she had never said or indicated anything to make me think this was nothing more than just a friendship, yet my instincts were telling me this wasn’t right. Without realizing it my instincts were telling me she was queer, yet I didn’t find the thought to be distasteful. In the more than two years here I felt I’d had more pricks in me than a pin cushion.

I wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with another female, nah can’t happen to me, women just don’t have the right equipment to please me, still the thought did cross my mind. She was just a lonely old female hungry for friendship with a pretty girl like taksim escort me. If my relationship with Robert wasn’t falling apart this most likely would never have happened. I guess I was lonely too for decent companionship. Like I said, she was always so polite and courteous, it was nice that one of the upper classes was treating me like a lady, she made me feel good about myself.

Now I was to go on a date that would transform me for the rest of my life!

It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had began to enjoy her company and our times together as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her, and now we had this date for the pictures and I was beginning to believe she was queer.

I just had to let the cards fall where they may, thank goodness my shift ended at 4 PM that day so I could hurry home to freshen up and change as Catherine was to pick me up to go to the ‘second house’ at the theater. She’d been nice and friendly and perhaps she was just lonely and wanted a friend. I felt the anger mounting inside me thinking about it and finally said to myself something like, “fuck it” only one way to find out.

After a quick bath I put on a nice black ensemble with black nylons, a navy blouse and pleated skirt. (I favored pleated skirts for the freedom they gave me for shagging and often felt very sexy in them). Brushed my hair and did my make-up then got my coat and waited by the window looking out for her car, then when she arrived I went down stairs to meet her. She looked old fashioned in a print frock, black linen stockings and wearing a pair of her laced up ‘granny boots’, that seemed to be right out of a Victorian catalogue.

Still it seemed to suit her being a bit old fashioned with her dress she was wearing, and smelled nice with a lovely perfume. We made small talk on the way to the theater and once there had a bit of a wait for the first house to empty. Fortunately it was not too crowded, and we sat close to the back as there was lots of room with nobody immediately beside us.

We took our coats off and placed them over our knees and settled down to watch the picture, and in the dim flickering light from the projector that seemed to be over our heads I could see her eyes shining as she often looked at me. She placed a hand under our coats and moved it over to take hold of mine and give it a friendly squeeze. I squeezed hers in return and we sat there holding hands, and after a while felt her press her knee against mine.

I glanced at her pressing my knee against hers in return and saw her smile as a result, quietly slowly she moved her shoulder close to mine, and brought her other hand over and laid it on my forearm, and started gently to rub it up and down. Out of the corner of my eyes I verified there was no one sitting close enough to see what was going on, and actually enjoyed her holding my hand.

With time she uncurled her fingers from mine and placed her hand palm down on my thigh and start to caress it. It was just small curling motions with her fingers at first, then progressed to caressing the inside of my thigh through my skirt. I wasn’t sure what to do and just let her continue as I was enjoying it, then she got bolder running her finger tips up and down my thigh. Still conscious of what she was doing, periodically I’d glance around to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to us, but they just seemed to be engrossed in the picture.

I admit it made me excited and was happy when I felt her slip her hand under my skirt to not only continue, but to fondle my pussy through my knickers. I pushed my knees as far apart as I could to enjoyed her rubbing me through my knickers. I’d like to tell you I had an orgasm but I didn’t, still I loved her feeling me like that.

I felt I should return the touching and placed my hand on her thigh too, I felt a bump under her dress where her stocking top was turned over her garter, and she placed her hand over mine to pull it up closer to her crotch. I didn’t really resist although I’d never done anything like this before with a woman, I’d often played with a mans cock in a theater as he’d give me a feel under coats over our laps before, but never with another female.

We didn’t wait for the picture to end as at one point when we made eye contact I gave a very slight movement with my head to indicate did she want to go, at which just as subtly she gave a slight nod and released my hand and we gathered up our coats and left the theater. We held hands on the way to her car, I didn’t care who would see us, not that there was anybody out that mattered, and she unlocked the passenger door first to let me in, then moved round and got in the car herself.

It was starting to get dark and in the dim light she sat beşiktaş escort there for a minute looking at me, I could see her face smiling at me and nothing was said. It just seemed natural as she leaned towards me and kissed me on my mouth, lightly at first, then with more force as her kisses got more ardent. We stopped kissing and with our cheeks together still holding each other tight she whispered “I love you and want you”.

I gave her a little tighter squeeze to indicate my acceptance and a further deep kiss and hardly able to speak I whispered, “your house”. My body was ready, I was almost creaming in my knickers right there, with all the men I’d been with I’d never felt like this, it was as if deep inside me I knew this is what I needed, so in a way it was a relief when we broke apart and she started the engine and we got going.

We got to her house where once inside she hung up our coats and invited me to take a seat. The house was cool and she stoked up the fire then went into the bedroom and lit a gas fire to warm up the room, then put the kettle on for tea before joining me on the sofa. Now I’m not going to tell you I remember what she said to me that night or over the weekend, so what I’m telling you now is what I think she might have said to me. When she joined me she got on her knees on the sofa and clasped my hand and kissed it smiling looking into my eyes told me again how she had fallen in love with me, and said she was aching to please me any way she could.

I just sat there enjoying her closeness, the slight whiff of perfume and the warmth and softness of her hands was intoxicating to me that night. We kissed again, and when she started to undo the buttons of my blouse I just let her, so she removed it followed by my bra. I admit to being a little nervous as I let her undress me, she took a moment to run her hands over my upper body as she kissed me.

It was amazing, her touch was so titillating the way she just used her fingertips to lightly caress my skin, hardly using any pressure at all. Down and around my tits, not touching my nipples yet circling them ever so close, it was so different from anything I’d experienced with a man. Moaning from the pleasure she was inducing in me, she at last touched my nipples, they were rock hard as she just raked her fingertips over them before taking them in her fingers to squeeze them gently.

Reaching up to hold her by her head I brought her face down in a silent invitation to suck my tits, she teased them with her tongue at first, then nipped them with her teeth before settling down to suckle them. My climax hit with such a force I cried out and held her tight for a moment as the waves of pleasure surged through my body. Just playing with my tits like that was enough to give me the most fantastic orgasm, something I’d never experienced in my life before.

We were disturbed by the kettle boiling away and she got off me to go see to it and all I said was, “turn it off” and she did just that then led me to her bedroom. There she unzipped my skirt and removed it placing it on a chair, then giving me a smile as if seeking permission, got down on her knees and pulled my knickers dawn and I placed a hand on her head to balance myself, lifting one foot at a timer to let her remove them. She undid my garters and took off my stockings and I undid the garter belt and placed it on a chair as she sat back on her heels to look up at me.

She sat there smiling up at me, It was an awkward moment, the silence broken only by the hissing of the gas fire till I held out my hand and helped her to her feet. I was extremely excited by this time, silly I know but was unsure about how to proceed, a man would have been all over me by this time but she was patient knowing we had all night to make love.

I sat on the bed and watched her undress, removing her dress followed by her chemise and bra, it caught my breath for a moment as she was quite well endowed, then removed her drawers before struggling out of her girdle she stood before me in just her stockings and ankle boots. She hesitated a moment seeming nervous as she took a step towards me and I automatically swung my legs up onto the bed in a silent invitation to join me.

By now my body was on fire, watching her undress exposing her ample body to me for the first time fascinated me. Climbing up beside me I grabbed her hair forcing myself on her as I kissed her deeply, tonguing her mouth and sucking her tongue in return. I was rougher with her than she had been with me yet she didn’t complain, I gripped her tits sucking and biting them hearing her cries of pleasure egging me on to rape her. I put a hand down between her legs to feel her pussy, she opened her legs wide to let me explore it she was so wet my fingers slipped into it easy.

Unable to hold back any longer I climbed on top of her and pressed my pussy up against hers, clit to clit and started to fuck her like a man would. Our first orgasms didn’t take long to explode over us, I gripped her by her hair hard and kept humping her, really banging her and felt her place her heels on the bed to raise her arse to meet my thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm poured out of both of us, her cries driving me to new heights I’d never experienced with any man.

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Part 01

“Fuck, oh yeah, keep fucking me, you really are the best man!”

In the back of the limo, Jenny Wiston, the just-married bride, was spread out, wedding dress, panties and bra draped over the front seat, while between her legs, Tom Polson, the husband’s cousin, and best man, was ramming his prick into her.

Jenny had noticed the prominent bulge he sported, and she felt the exciting tingle between her thighs. She felt daring and reckless, and she wanted to get a pre-wedding night fuck, the fact that she was newly married, added to the sense of forbidden heat.

A few minutes after the dancing and drinking started, she had excused herself, ostensibly to freshen up in the bridal dressing room, and given the eye to Tom. He correctly guessed the meaning, and as she slipped out the back door, he followed.

The limo drive accepted the 50-dollar bill in exchange for his silence, and he sauntered in to get a drink and a bite to eat.

When they were in place, the bride removed her dress, and his breath caught. Holy fuck, she had the sexiest pelvis he’d ever seen. White stockings with white lacy tops, matching snow-white lacy bra, snow-white garter belt with six suspenders, and white bows at the top of the suspenders, where they were attached to the belt, and snow-white lacy matching bridal garter. He saw that her panties had been slipped on just over her garter belt. She pulled her bra off, and Tom saw her big dairies, a perfect set of 36D’s, filling his vision.

“Slip my panties off, then give me that big cock! I want you completely naked, so I can feel your hot body against mine!”

He quickly did so, oh fuck, her pussy was a work of art, waxed totally bald, not even one strand of hair left. God, he had a massive yen for the fully bald look, and clothes were quickly draped over the front seat along with hers. He was about to fuck his cousin’s bride, the incest-laden idea had him as stiff as iron.

Jenny saw his erection as the light from the full moon shone through the window, 9, 10 inches? It was a whopper, and she was about to get stuffed with the biggest dick she’d ever encountered.

Tom saw her look, and he said, “Nine and a half inches baby, you ready for it?”

“Fuck, I’m so ready, give it to me, I want it all!”

He was kneeling on the floor of the back seat, and he pulled her hips to the edge of the back seat. Perfect, his dick was level with her opening, she spread her legs as wide as she could, and he saw the hungry look of lust on her face. Keeping her hands gripping her hips, he placed the cockhead against her, she was so wet and ready, he felt the hot wet juices on his cock head. He let the pouring cream coat his swollen head, rubbing against her opening, making her mewl with need.

She cried out, “Stop teasing and FUCK ME!”

Tom grinned, he loved it when they begged for it, her hips lifted up and the tip of his cock pushed against her pussy. With a low moan, she humped towards him as he pushed forward, holding her tightly as he drove in, eager to split her open.

Jenny let out a shriek, holy fuck, so big, she was seeing stars as her pussy was spread wide, deeper and deeper, then one last hard thrust, and she let out another shriek as she was totally filled, his cock pressed hard against her cervix as his rus escort balls smacked against her ass.

Tom let out a loud growl, his rock hardness was buried in the hot, wet snug pocket. The tight wet clutching heat was so fucking good. He knew from her new hubby that she was no virgin, but she had plenty of tightness deep, and that was the honor his cock was getting. Mmmmm, that deep tightness felt so good, her pussy walls massaged it and her juices splashed the entire shaft, her warm wet muscles milked eagerly at his cock. Tom’s large dick began to pound her pussy, long, deep, and hard.

It was a fuck Jenny always dreamed about. She wrapped her legs around his waist, so he could stuff her to the max.

Tom felt her stocking-covered legs and he drove in and out, testing the liquid depths of the bride’s cunt.

“I am so stuffed, I fucking love it, ream me out, made my cunt sizzle with another man’s cum!”

Tom grunted, “Oh yeah baby, fuck, your hot cunt is so wet and so tight, you’re gonna suck every drop out of my hard prick!”

They moved in unison, each thrust deep and intense. Her gasps urged him on, and Tom started to fuck her faster, he could feel the muscles of her pussy gripping his shaft as he plunged between her tight lips. Tom could feel the cum starting to boil, again and again, he thrust into her tight pussy.

Jenny grunted as he was pressing insistently against her cervix on each stroke, he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna spunk my womb, ran through her mind, and that make her race towards orgasm.

“Oh fuck, yeah, fuck, gonna cum, oh fuck yeah, spunk my womb, I’m cumming, oh my god!”

Jenny’s loud howl of pleasure filled the limo as her body went tense and rigid, letting out gasps of pleasure, then she started to shake, and Tom felt the pulsing as her cunt started to spasm, the silky walls giving him the ultimate milking grip, the juices of her release gushing over his prick.

“Oh fuck yeah, gonna fill you, baby, gonna flood your hot cunt with my hot spunk, oh yeah, cumming baby, cumming, YEAH!”

Jenny grunted, “Yes, oh yes, fill me, flood me now!”

Tom went roaring over the edge, one last hard thrust as his cock swelled with a massive urgency, the head of his cock thumped tightly against her cervix, she felt herself being parted, grunting as his cock forced its way into the entrance to her very womb. Tom let out a roar as he burst inside of her, his throbbing cock squirted wildly, and his hot seed pumped directly into her womb. Knowing that he was hosing down her womb with his load, his cock ejaculated over and over, flooding her deepest inner sanctum.

Jenny felt the rush of wetness being pumped into her womb, a hot flood of spunk painting her baby chamber, the wanton knowledge of Tom getting it that deep, and not her husband, shoved her into another orgasm, her pussy spasming, her tight grip milking Tom’s cock for every drop, her body shivering with multiple climaxes.

They rested for a short time, Tom pulled out, quickly got dressed, and said, “I’d better get back to the festivities. Thanks for the ride, baby, you are the hottest fuck I’ve ever had!”

*****

Jenny got redressed and texted her Maid of Honor to meet her in their dressing room. She needed her help, and she had a feeling that Melanie would like what she had in mind.

Jenny was able to make her way to the dressing room unobserved, and she was there first. As she waited, her mind reflected on what had just occurred.

Her husband, Richard Sanders was very wealthy. Let’s face it, she wanted to be kept in a more than comfortable lifestyle. After the first few attempts at lovemaking, if you could call it that, she learned to fake it, his 5 and a half-inch little wiener, she could barely feel it. She made the tough choice to opt for a wealthy life.

It seemed that her masturbation was keeping it at bay, giving up the languid sessions of lovemaking with Melanie had been a really hard choice. It had been three months since Melanie had been in her bed, and she was climbing the walls. Masturbation could only go so far, and she was seething with lust inside.

During the wedding and reception, when she saw Tom’s bulge, she knew she to get that, no matter the risk.

There was a knock at the door, and Melanie asked, “Jenny?”

“Come in.”

Melanie looked gorgeous, she felt the hard pang of missing her again, and she said, “I need your help, Mel.”

“Anything you want sweetie.”

In answer, Jenny took off her dress and tossed it onto the couch. She was standing a few feet away from Melanie, and she saw her eyes devouring her form, remembering when they were lovers.

“Come over here.”

Melanie was soon face to face with her, and Jenny said, “I just fucked the best man.”

Melanie gasped, she was stunned, she didn’t know what to say.

Jenny said, “His cock was so big, god, nine and a half inches really packed my cunt perfectly.”

Like a damn had broken, she poured out the story of her new husband, how rich he was, and after the few attempts at lovemaking, if you could call it that, she had learned to fake it, his 5 and a half-inch little wiener, she could barely feel it. She had made the tough choice to opt for a wealthy life.

“I thought masturbation would keep it at bay, but when I saw the big bulge in Tom’s trousers, I couldn’t resist it. It had been so long since I’ve gotten sexual satisfaction.”

Her voice was husky, choked with emotion, her eyes filled with tears as she said, “Giving up the languid sessions of lovemaking we shared was the hardest choice. It’s been three months since we last made love, and I miss you so much.”

Melanie couldn’t speak, there was a lump in her throat, and her eyes were tear-filled also. Not having Jenny’s soft, warm body to hold to hers, was like physical pain.

Jenny said, “So, I am flooded with Tom’s spunk, and with my hubby no doubt wanting his due, I don’t want him feeling that he’s getting sloppy seconds. I want you to suck the best man’s load out of my cunt. If you do so, you can have me anytime you want. I can’t take not having you in my life as my lover.”

Melanie smiled, and she quickly stripped down, cooing, “Enjoy the view while I clean up that big load.”

Melanie took to her knees, and slowly peeled the panties down.

Melanie cooed, “Oh yeah, the best man did indeed leave you a present, as your Maid of Honor, I will be happy to clean that up for you.”

She moved her face in, the smell of mingled sexual ukraynalı escort passion filled her nostrils, she saw the huge creampie forming, and her let her tongue lead the way, She caught it just as it was about to start dripping, her mouth followed, and sealing her upper lips around the bride’s lower lips, her tongue parted her seam, and a huge rush of cum filled her mouth.

Jenny cooed with pleasure, mmmm, seeing Melanie naked and on her knees, ready to give her the best lick job she’d ever had, powered her up. Never again would she toss Melanie aside, as she felt her lover’s mouth settling into its well-known spot, she flexed her inner muscles, and another rush of spunk poured into her lover’s accommodating mouth.

Melanie was in orbit, god, Tom’s cock had really flooded Jenny’s sweet cunt, and she mouthed the copious rush, tasting and swallowing the combined juices of their passion, licking and sucking, wanting to get every drop. When the rush tailed off, she went into a serious lick mood, eager to make Jenny cum all over her face.

Jenny was purring and moaning, god, Melanie how to lick her as no other lover had ever been able to come close to. She could feel the lust climbing, as Melanie nudged her clit out from its hooded canopy, and set to stimulating that orgasm button. She knew what Jenny liked, and it was time to give her the full-on lick job.

Melanie got up and ordered Jenny to take to her hands and knees on the carpet. Jenny was shaking with excitement and she grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, she knew where her lover’s mouth was headed next.

Melanie saw her tight pink starfish, it looked so fresh and clean. It gleamed, as pink and pearly as her drenched pussy, it had been waxed as bare and smooth as her taint and her pussy. The thought that it was waxed just for her teased her mind.

Jenny moaned, deep and low as she felt Melanie’s tongue lightly teasing around the rim, planting soft little butterfly kisses, driving Jenny wild.

“Lick my tight little asshole, lick me all over, and I’ll do anything you want, anything!”

“Does that mean you are my little cunt whore now?”

“Yes, yes, I’m your little eager fuck doll, make me cum, and I’ll be yours always!”

Melanie smiled, right where she wanted her to be, and her mouth ate Jenny’s ass exquisitely. No other lover had even fingered her ass, let alone lick it, and Jenny realized how much she missed that amazing rush of sensation.

It was time as Melanie slid her mouth down the taint, she poised a finger against her ass, and powered in. Two fingers were then jammed up her cunt, and Melanie surrounded Jenny’s stiff clit.

Jenny was racing upwards when she felt Melanie’s mouth around her clit, she felt the hard sucking, then two fingers up her cunt started to polish her G spot, and that did it, she felt her body tumbling over that edge. Jenny felt her body freeze for just a moment, then the full force slammed into her. Her cunt exploded with a wash of juices, and the hard wrenching spasm that took her cunt, one long, wrenching spasm that was so intense it was almost an assault.

Melanie eagerly took the rush of juices full-on, she adored making Jenny explode all over her face. Melanie could hear animalistic groans and growls as her lover kept cumming, the first long spasm followed by several more of almost equal intensity.

When the intensity started to fade, and finally let up, Jenny collapsed on the bed. She was completely worn out, all the bottled-up sexual tensions completely drained away.

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“Come on, Ricky. I’m 44 years old. I shouldn’t be wearing the outfits that you keep buying for me. I’m too old.”

“Simone, you got the hottest body I’ve ever seen, and I love showing it off. I like to have other men look at you and dance with you, knowing that I’m the one who gets to take you home and fuck you.”

“But I can’t even wear underwear under the stuff you get me to wear. I wouldn’t wear that stuff if I was your age, let alone at 44. And the last time, we ran into the Silverthorns. I was embarrassed.”

Ricky pretended to think about it for a few seconds and then said, “Maybe we could make a deal.”

“Wha . . . what kind of deal? At this point, I will do just about anything.”

“Well, what if I tone down your outfits, and in exchange, you pay for us to spend a week or ten days at one of the adult resorts at Negril, Jamaica? You pay and I’ll plan it.”

Simone raised her eyebrow and smirked at her husband. “And just what do you plan on doing to your wife at this adult resort that you can’t do here?” She asked.

Ricky had an evil grin on his face. “Probably nothing, but you’ll be naked most of the time. But you won’t have to worry about running in to your friends or employees. Besides, you know I like to show off my older hot wife.”

Simone sat looking at her short black husband. Unlike Ricky, she has never questioned why she fell head-over-heels in love with this 4’5″, 100-pound homely black man. Everyone else who sees them together, including Ricky, can’t understand how this beautiful wealthy, 5’9″, 44-year-old white woman is completely devoted to this 26-year-old black runt.

Ricky said, “But, if you don’t want to do it, Simone, that’s OK. I’ll just go out and see what I can find for you to wear this Friday when we . . . “

“OK! OK! OK! You win. Give me the information on the resort and I’ll make the reservations.”

Ricky said, “Put the reservation in my name so that I can schedule activities for us.” Simone just smirked and nodded her head. “Now, peel off that dress and carry me to the kitchen for a beer”

Simone smirked again as her dress and panties fell to the floor. When she looked at Ricky, he was naked and his huge black cock was erect. She reached between his legs, put her hands on his ass and lifted the small man to her shoulders. His big balls were on her nose and his cock was bouncing on her head. She leaned her head back and he guided his cock into his wife’s mouth. Simone walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and handed Ricky a beer while sucking his cock. Then she turned and carried him into the bedroom while he pumped his wife’s face with his cock. She gently laid him on the bed and continued sucking his cock. Eventually she licked down and sucked his balls into her mouth and sucked until he shot his cum into her hair. Ricky rolled over and quickly fell asleep while Simone took a shower.

Simone made sure their housekeeper/sitter was willing to watch their kids, and then bought plenty of food and snacks for them before leaving.

Three Weeks Later

Simone stood in shock as she looked around the room in Negril. “There are mirrors everywhere, Ricky!”

“That way, I can see you from every angle, Simone.”

She turned and smiled at her husband, and then put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you, Ricky.”

“I love you, too, babe.”

While she held her husband, she asked, “So, what are we doing first?”

Ricky sat pondering for almost a minute before he finally said, “I’ve made arrangements to have your hot body massaged by hot young men several times this week. I figure that will get you hot so I can do anything I want with you.”

She kissed his cheek and said, “Honey, you can already do anything you want with me.”

They spent the next hour in bed. Ricky used all of Simone’s holes and had her suck his cock and rim his ass. They showered together and then Ricky put on shorts and a golf shirt and Simone wore a floral print short wrap dress. After dinner, he sat on a small table on the beach sipping a cocktail while his wife sucked his cock. Several men stood nearby watching the hot older white woman suck her small black husband’s cock while jerking their own cocks.

The next morning, they ventured to the nude beach. Ricky grabbed a lounge under an umbrella while Simone peeled off her bikini and lay face-down on her blanket.

“Honey, would you please put some lotion on me?” Simone asked.

“Got it covered,” he said as he motioned to two young Jamaican’s standing nearby waiting on his signal.

She turned her head and looked surprisingly at Ricky as the two young black men wearing resort tee shirts stooped near her. “Wha . . .?

Ricky smiled at her and said, “These guys just graduated from high school and they work for the resort so I hired them to rub lotion on you every day. Enjoy, babe.”

Simone shook her head and grinned at Ricky as she laid back down on her stomach. The two teenagers started to work on Simone’s voluptuous white whatsapp escort body. As one massaged the oil into her shoulders and upper back, the other began with her shapely legs. Ricky smiled as he heard the quiet moans of contentment coming from his wife as the teens worked on her back and legs.

Eventually, the one working her upper back had worked his way down and was massaging her waist, while the other was massaging oil onto her ass. He worked her ass cheeks and slid his hands up and down the crack of her ass massaging oil into her soft skin.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Ahhh.”

Ricky had his hands on his hard cock as he continued watching the two young men rub oil on to his wife, and smiled as the one working on her waist moved to her ass. This forced the second teenager to move his hands to the lower part of her ass close to her pussy. The first man spread her cheeks and slid his hands between them with one hand moving to her anus. As he slid his small finger slightly into her ass, the second teen moved his hands between her legs and cupped her pussy.

Ricky grinned as he watched his wife’s body shake as she reached a climax. He thought, “This is just what I hoped would happen. These guys will get her so hot that she’ll be all over me as soon as we get to the room.”

As Simone was recovering from her orgasm, one of the men whispered, “Roll over so we can finish.”

Without a second thought, Simone rolled over. By now, both of the Jamaican teens had huge erections as they looked down on the perfect body of the older white woman. Ricky observed Simone’s beautiful body with pride, and the affect it was having on the two Jamaicans.

Once again, one of the young men started at the top and one at the bottom of her body. They loved the look of their black hands on her white body. They were generous with the oil and soon, her whole body was covered. One spent extra time on her breasts while the other worked on her upper legs and pussy. Simone lay contentedly purring as her breasts and pussy were massaged by the young men.

After another orgasm, the boys finished and looked at Ricky. “Let us know when you need us again.” Ricky nodded and they walked away still sporting erections in their shorts. Ricky called them back in two hours to do it again, with the same results.

When they finished at the beach, Simone threw on a semi-transparent wrap, put her arm around her husband and went to their room. On the way, she said, “I want your cock so bad, Ricky. You can do whatever you want with me, Honey.” When they got to their room, Ricky removed her wrap in the hallway outside the room under one of the resort’s cameras. When they were inside, Simone fell to her hands and knees and crawled to Ricky.

“Mmm, baby,” she moaned. “Take me, baby. I need you. Please, Ricky.” He walked to the dresser and slowly started removing his clothes as Simone crawled behind him, and continued begging him to take her.

Ricky smiled at her and thought, “This is working even better than I thought it would.”

Ricky worked on Simone for almost three hours. He used all of her holes, made her beg to eat his ass hole, and then worked her over with a vibrator and a huge dildo. When he finished with her, she couldn’t move. She lay spread eagle on the bed with sweat pouring from her body. Ricky grinned down at his beautiful white wife, and once again, wondered how a homeless ugly black kid had ended up with such a hot older white woman.

The next day was a repeat of the first day. After Ricky summoned the young men the first time, Simone took over from then on. During the 10 days they were there, many of the young men working at the resort took turns massaging oil onto Simone’s body and making her cum.

On the fourth day, Ricky told her that he had scheduled a full body massage for her. She laughed and said, “I thought that’s what I was getting at the beach every day.”

“Nah,” he said. “You were just getting suntan lotion put on. Today, you’ll get a full body massage.”

Simone had to admit that she was definitely looking forward to that. Ricky escorted her to the spa area and said, “I’ll be back when you’re finished.” She kissed him and entered the locker area.

Instead of leaving, Ricky walked to the side door and entered. The steward said, “Good morning, sir. Your wife will be in room six, and you can watch from the viewing room next door. From your wife’s room, it looks like a mirror. And did you agree to let others watch if they were so inclined?” Ricky nodded. “Excellent, sir.” The steward escorted Ricky into the viewing room where eight chairs were lined against the two-way-mirror.

As Ricky waited, five men and two women filed into the room and took the remaining chairs. Ricky listened as one of the men said, “I watched this slut on the beach yesterday. I don’t know how those two young guys didn’t cum in their pants. Their hands roamed all over her, and they got her off more than once.”

One of the women said, istanbul escort bayan “Yeah, that’s what I heard. How many times do you think Irma and Jaz will get her off?” They all laughed.

“Shit, those two will turn that white bitch into a quivering mass of white meat. If they don’t get her off at least a half dozen times, I’ll suck your cock.”

They all laughed again. “Do you think they’ll get her so hot that she’ll bury her face in one of their cunts?”

“Nah, I doubt it. But I can’t believe that hot bitch hasn’t munched a few rugs in her time.”

Ricky was surprised as the others discussed his wife. But he was stunned when they began wagering on how many orgasms and whether or not she would react in certain ways. It wasn’t long before Simone was led into the room wearing a short robe. She took off the robe and hung it on the door and climbed onto the table.

“Oh fuck!” One of the men said. “That bitch has one hot body.” Ricky grinned at his comment.

When the door next opened, two huge naked black women walked in. Ricky listened as the first one said, “Hello ma’am. I’m Irma and this is Jazz. And we’re your masseuses today.

Simone knew she was big for a woman at 5’9″ and 150 pounds, but these women were huge. Irma looked to be about 6’5″ and 225 pounds and Jaz was about 6’3″ and 200 pounds. They looked like they were in their early 20s and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on either woman, and they smirked at the white woman on the table below them.

“Oh shit,” one of the men in the observation room said. “Did you see the look Jaz gave the white bitch? They’re gonna work her over like she ain’t never been worked on before.” He looked at Ricky. “If you need help hauling her to your room, let me know.” Everyone, except Ricky laughed.

The two big women started on Simone immediately, and within two minutes, she had already climaxed. The big women looked knowingly at each other and kept working on her back and ass. As they oiled her body, they slid their hands into her ass crack and let their fingers even slide into her anus. Simone was humping the table as the women continued to work on her. After 30 minutes and at least four climaxes, they turned her over.

“This is where they excel.”

The young black masseuses dove into their work and quickly had Simone moaning loudly. Jaz had worked her way up Simone’s legs and was massaging her cunt with her thumbs. She worked on Simone’s clit and periodically slid her thumbs into Simone’s soaking wet pussy. Simone continued to hump Jaz’s hands.

Simone’s head rested at the edge of the table and Irma was straddling her head, and massaging her breasts. She had given Simone more than one orgasm by squeezing her breasts and tweaking her hard nipples.

Ricky thought the temperature in the observation room had increased substantially when he heard one of the women say, “That slut is so turned on that she’d fuck anybody right now.”

Everybody laughed and one of the men said, “I’ll bet we could all go in and fuck her now.”

As they looked back into the room, Simone was humping Jaz’s hand as she looked up at Irma’s pussy a few inches above her face.

“She’s gonna do it!” One of the women shouted. “I know it. She’s gonna do it.” As she continued to watch, a few seconds later, Simone lifted her head and kissed Irma’s pussy and then stuck out her tongue and started licking it. Irma looked at the two-way mirror and winked as Simone had another orgasm.

Finally, Irma continued massaging her breasts as she took a step back and said, “You’re not supposed to touch us, honey.”

“Mmmm! But . . . but I w-w-want t-to ma . . . ., ” Simone moaned.

“Shhh,” Irma said.

“Ple . . please l-let m-m-me lick yo . . . .”

“No, baby girl. You ain’t allowed to do that in here.”

As Irma continued massaging Simone’s breasts, the white woman was in a trance of sensual ecstasy and completely under the big black woman’s spell. She continued to moan and sob and Irma smirked knowingly down at her thinking how much she and Jaz would like to play with her.

Ricky and the others were rubbing their crotches as Simone continued to squirm and hump and moan and sob in pleasure.

Irma winked at Jaz and then smiled at the mirror and said, “If you want to taste this black woman, it has to be after hours.”

With no hesitation, Simone whimpered, “Yes. Yes, I do, Irma. Please. Tell me how.”

Irma laughed and said, “Patience dear. Ya see; Jaz and I are a set. Ya can’t have just one of us.”

“Ohhhh. Yes. Yes, I want both of you. Uuunnnngggh! Oh shit. I’m coming again!”

The two big black women worked themselves around the white woman until Jaz was massaging her breasts and Irma was massaging oil onto her clit. Jaz stepped forward and straddled her head as she worked on Simone’s breasts. Within seconds, Simone had her face buried in Jaz’s black cunt. Jaz smirked at her friend and let Simone lick and probe her pussy for a few seconds.

She finally stepped özbek escort back and said, “We’re not supposed to do that in the spa, honey. Like Irma said, that’s for after hours. If you’re interested.”

“Oh yes. Yes, Jaz. Ahhh! I’m, ahh . . . I’m interested. Oh yes. Please Jaz. Just t-t-tell m-me when. Ahhh!”

Ricky and the others were on the verge of their own orgasms while watching and listening to the two women working on Simone. And Ricky knew that he was definitely going to be tracking down Irma and Jaz after this to set up an afternoon with his wife.

When the massage was finished, most of the observers had had an orgasm just watching. They lost count of the number of times that Simone had cum, and Ricky watched as several of the watchers traded money after betting on the white woman’s actions at the hands of Irma and Jaz.

Simone couldn’t move after the women finished with her. She tried to stand but quickly fell back onto the table where she lay spreadeagle for all to see. Even after a half hour, she couldn’t stand, so Ricky followed up on the man’s offer to help him get her to their room even though he knew the man was roaming his hands freely over Simone’s body on the way.

Once Simone began coming around, she begged Ricky to fuck her, which he was more than happy to oblige her. After dumping his load into her, she fell immediately to sleep, and Ricky went in search of Irma and Jaz.

The next day was spent at the beach with the young cabana boys putting suntan lotion on her. Ricky finally had to tell the boys, after a half hour, that that was enough lotion.

Ricky and Simone had been at the resort for almost a week, and all of the men had gone out of their way to check out the beautiful naked white woman on the beach. All of them agreed that they would like to get into her pants and suck on those big tits, but it was Jaz and Irma that got that opportunity the day after the beach.

When Ricky told Simone that she would be spending the next afternoon with Irma and Jaz, she pretended not to be interested, but she couldn’t hide her anxious anticipation from Ricky. Even though the cabana boys got her off a couple times, the day still seemed to go slowly. She sucked Ricky and rimmed his ass that night and then went to bed early.

The next day, she carefully bathed and dressed in her shortest skirt. She bought a short tank top that barely came below her breasts and put on her most expensive perfume. Ricky ordered alcohol and snacks from room service and then waited. The two young black girls arrived right on time. As they entered the room, Ricky greeted them. Both women were two feet taller than he was and seven or eight inches taller than Simone. He had agreed to pay them an extra $1,000 if he was allowed to stay and watch them use his beautiful wife.

As they came in to the room, Jaz went to Ricky who was holding the cash, while Irma sauntered over to Simone and put her hand under her chin and lifted her head. She lowered her lips and kissed Simone as her hand slid under her short top. Simone put her arms around the young black woman’s neck and kissed back hard.

Irma looked down at the white woman who was more than twice as old as her. She ran her tongue over Simone’s lips and then said, “You’re going to be our little white slut this afternoon, ain’t ya?” Simone looked into her eyes and nodded her head. Irma used both hands to rip Simone’s top in half and drop it to the floor. She slid her skirt over her hips leaving Simone standing naked in a room with her young black husband and two much younger black women.

Ricky had agreed to sit in a chair in the corner and keep quiet, and after seeing the size and muscles on these two women, he had no intention of saying anything after telling them they could do anything they wanted with Simone.

Irma asked Simone if she had ever been with another woman before, and she shook her head no. She asked her if she had ever been with a sexual partner, other than her husband, who was younger than her and she said no.

Jaz and Irma spent the next two hours destroying the older white woman, and leaving her unconscious on the bed. The black women drove Simone crazy as they licked and sucked her pussy over and over. Simone returned the favor and also rimmed both of their asses more than once. Simone screamed deliriously as they used toys on her ass and cunt while calling her a whore and a worthless white slut. The women laughed at her as she orgasmed over and over on the big dildos and vibrators.

“Take this whole thing, you fucking white whore!” Irma yelled at her as she rammed the 12-inch plastic cock into her pussy. “You ain’t nothin but trash.”

Ricky sat in the corner jacking his cock as the big muscular women used his wife as their personal fuck toy. When the women left, they told Ricky that if he wanted them to work on his wife again before they left the island, to give them a call. Jaz smiled at the little man and said, “I’d like to get another shot at that old white cunt.”

Simone slept from 11:00 until 10:00 the next morning. Ricky didn’t even try to fuck her when she woke up. She leaned on him as they walked to the beach, and even turned down the sun tan lotion in the morning. But by afternoon, the teen aged cabana boys were right back working on her body.

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‘Same tired old faces. Same boring speeches. Nothing changes,’ thought Louise Redmond as her eyes scanned the conference centre in Blackpool where the annual bank officials’ conference was taking place.

What Louise thought was indeed true. She had been to a number of these conferences as the rep for her local area. The speeches never changed, and the same people always spoke. She had considered not going this year but when her husband, Ken, suggested that they go as a couple and make a romantic week of it the thirty-eight year old mother jumped at the opportunity.

Ken and Louise had been married fifteen years now. Ken was an engineer with his own business and Louise was an officer at one of the main banks in Chester, where they owned a comfortable three storey house on the leafy outskirts.

They had two children, David was twelve and Amanda was eight. With Ken’s income combined with her own Louise knew that she was luckier than most in that they wanted for nothing. They had annual holidays on the continent and still had money to put away.

What annoyed Louise though was the fact that at the last minute Ken had to head to London on a consulting job, thereby shattering her dreams of the week of romance.

Louise loved her husband dearly but lately she began to feel something was missing from their relationship. The sex was not as good as it used to be. Ken was away a lot or just too tired from work. She had hoped that they could use this week to rejuvenate their relationship. Instead, she sat silently, with her clipboard and notepad, pretending to be interested and taking notes while boredom and frustration flooded her mind, unconsciously crossing and recrossing her long smooth legs in the process.

What Louise Redmond did not know was that she as being silently observed by someone not too far from where she was sitting. This continued at the coffee break and lunch break as the thirty-eight year old chatted to several people in the dining room.

***

That evening Louise showered before dressing for dinner. She took a moment to look at her naked reflection and was pleased at what she saw. Although thirty-eight and the mother of two children, Louise Redmond was in wonderful shape. She was five feet ten. Her dark shoulder length hair reflected the sunlight. Her almost flawless breasts were firm, round with pink nipples. Her flat stomach was as much to do with exercise and good eating habits. Not to mention her passion for tennis. Louise just loved tennis. Indeed, she had brought her kit with her just in case she was lucky enough to find someone she could have a game with. At the end of the first full day though this looked very unlikely.

Donning her green cocktail dress, Louise made her way to the dining room and after careful examination of the menu, ordered her dinner. While she waited Louise was about to phone Ken when she was startled by a woman’s voice.

“Hello there, may I join you?”

Louise looked up and saw a very tall blonde woman, several inches taller than herself, looking down at her with an enigmatic smile. Louise took a few seconds to reply. This tall Goddess like creature was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Louise guessed this beautiful creature was in her mid-forties. Her hair was in a tight bun, and she wore a long glitter dress with a slit that allowed Louise, and others, a brief view of her smooth legs. What really caught Louise’s attention was the fact that the woman’s ample cleavage was in clear, almost seductive view.

“Please do,” Louise managed to stuttered, hoping she had not taken too long in scrutinising her unexpected “guest.”

“I’m Jane Kingston, by the way. Doctor Jane Kingston,” said the woman as she extended her hand to Louise while at the same time adjusting her large round rimmed glasses.

Louise could not help noticing how Jane laid a heavy emphasis on the word “Doctor.”

“Doctor?” asked Louise, with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

“Yes, I’m a Professor of psychology at the local university. Now I’m doing a thesis on the effects of boredom in the human psyche. I was granted permission to come here and make a study for the thesis.”

“Well, you certainly came to the right spot,” Louise with a chuckle before sipping her wine. Jane smiled at the remark before taking the menu from the waitress and ordering and handing it back.

Dinner was eaten in silence and after several glasses of wine Louise began to feel tired and a little unsteady. She decided to call it a night and got up to go to her room. Thankfully, Jane was in a room on the same eve gelen escort floor, on the opposite side two doors own and she held Louise steady until she got inside.

“Sorry, Jane, I don’t usually drink so much,” she said.

“No need to apologise, Louise. Just get some rest. I’ll call you in the morning,” responded Jane kindly before letting her go.

Louise just nodded before opening door and entering her room. She threw her purse on the small table. She slid off her dress and just left it on the floor in a crumpled heap, followed by her underwear. Too tired to do anything else, Louise’s naked body simply crashed on the bed and pulling the thin white sheet over herself, she fell into a deep sleep.

***

The following morning Louise was rudely woken from her slumber by the sound of banging at the door.

“Louise, Louise, are you alright?”

A confused Louise recognised Jane’s concerned voice. A headache, combined with the bright early morning sun, made her swear under her breath.

“Just a moment,” Louise responded in a moan, before grabbing her silk robe and wrapping it around her body and opening the door.

“I was worried about you. You didn’t turn up for breakfast,” said Jane, who, in contrast to last night was dressed in a tee shirt and shorts.

Again, as Louise’s eyes began to focus, realised Jane was not wearing a bra and her nipples could clearly be seen through the material of her shirt. She felt too sick to wonder if that was deliberate.

“What time is it?” asked Louise as her head pounded.

“Nine-thirty,” was Jane’s reply.

“Oh, my God,” responded Louise, disgusted with herself that she had drunk so much and slept so long.

“Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed? We’ll go down together,” replied Jane, as she stepped into the room. “Here, take these. They will help your headache,” she said, as she handed Louise some pills she retrieved from her bag.

Louise gratefully took them and then swallowed them with a glass of water.

“I’ll meet you in the dining hall,” declared Louise before heading for the shower.

Jane just nodded and then departed.

In the shower something very strange happened to Louise. As them jets of steamy water sprayed about her, she began to masturbate. The feel of her fingers inside her pussy felt so good.

Suddenly, she stopped.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” she yelled.

What upset Louise was the fact that she imagined a naked Doctor Jane Kingston beside her. She had never been attracted to another woman before. She could not understand it.

Dressing in her white short sleeved blouse and white slacks and flats Louise joined Jane in the dining room for breakfast.

“You know what would help clear your head?” asked Jane.

Louise just looked blankly at the older woman.

“A walk on the beach and plenty of sea air,” replied Jane.

“But the conference…”

“Can wait,” interrupted Jane. “It won’t miss either of us,” she continued before grabbing the younger woman’s hand and almost dragged her from the table. In a few moments they were walking together on the warm fine sand as the sunshine radiated wonderful heat and the waves slowly breaking up along the shoreline.

“Would you like to talk about it?” asked Jane.

“About what?” responded Jane, acting as if she were confused. However, Jane’s frown told her she wasn’t fooling her, so she went on to explain the real reason she was here and the disappointment that followed.

Jane took Louise’s hand as they walked along and held it as the younger woman spoke.

“When was the last time you had some fun?” asked Jane.

“Fun?”

“Yes, fun and this is the best place for it. At this moment in time what would you spontaneously love to do?” asked Jane.

Louise thought for a moment and looked towards the sea.

“At this moment in time I’d love to just strip and go skinny dipping. Can’t do that here,” answered Louise with a chuckle.

Jane responded with a hearty laugh.

“I know a place where we could,” she answered.

“Seriously?”

“Sure, come with me,” and before she knew it Jane had taken her hand and led her to the doctor’s car.

“Where are we going?” asked a puzzled Louise.

“You’ll see,” was all her companion answered with a sly grin.

They were only a few minutes in the car when Jane pulled into a deserted cove.

“Come on, let’s go,” yelled Jane enthusiastically as she rapidly stripped and ran towards the water.

Louise took a moment to istanbul eskort bayan watched the beautiful naked Doctor.

“Oh, what the hell?” said Louise as she also stripped rapidly an as she raced into the sea and screamed when she felt the cold water. Both women screamed and splashed around for several minutes before going back to the car to retrieve some towels to dry off with.

Jane also reached for a large blanket and they both lay down together and rested, soaking up the sunshine.

“God, I haven’t had so much fun in years,” declared Louise as she rested her head on Jane’s naked breast as the Doctor gently stroked her dark hair. Another thing that struck Louise was the feel of Jane’s body beside her. It wasn’t like Ken’s. This was soft and smooth, and she felt a tingling of sensation surging through own body as a result.

Louise looked up at Jane. Her wet blonde hair was below her shoulders. She unconsciously licked her lips when she saw the Doctor’s wet nipples glisten in the sunlight. For a moment, just for a moment, Louise was tempted to reach and touch them.

“We better get back,” declared Louise suddenly as she stood up and began to dress.

Jane betrayed no emotion as she too stood up and got dressed. It left Louise unsure as to whether the older woman had noticed he staring at her breasts.

***

That night, after dinner there was a dance in the hotel. Louise dressed in her green cocktail dress while Jane wore a short low cut red glitter dress, exposing her wonderful cleavage. As the music began Jane took Louise by the hand.

“Come on,” she said.

Reluctantly, Louise consented. The music was slow and sensual but what really caught Louise’s attention was Jane’s scent. It was intoxicating. Gone was all thoughts of the conference and worrying about those around her. All the married mother of two wanted was to be with her Goddess as they embraced each other and danced the night away.

***

“Let’s get out of here,” Jane whispered in Louise’s ear as the final dance was concluding.

Louise simply nodded before following Jane out of the room and up the stairs. Arriving at her room Louise unlocked the door and then turned to Jane.

“Thank you so much Jane for a wonderful night,” she said in an uneasy tone. What happened next took the mother of two completely by surprise as Jane’s head stooped down and her lips met those of Louise. At the same time Jane pushed her inside the room.

“Please, Jane, I’m married,” protested Louise when they broke the kiss.

“So am I, darling, to a most wonderful man. You can’t deny you’ve been attracted to me since we met and I am very attracted to you,” said Jane.

Louise was horrified.

‘So, Jane had noticed her,’ she thought.

There was no time for Louise to react because once again Jane’s red lips met her own this time their tongues locked together. The aroma of Jane’s scent weakened Louise resistance even further but kiss on Louise’s bare neck, like that of a vampire, killed all thoughts of resistance and when she felt the zipper of her dress being lowered, Louise simply submitted and stepped out of it as soon as it floated to the floor, revealing her black bra and matching panties.

With another kiss of Louise’s neck, Jane’s hands reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and once again Louise submitted without question, wriggling out of the garment, and allowing it to be tossed away.

“Oooh,” sighed Louise as Jane’s warm hands cupped her breasts.

Jane gently pushed Louise onto the bed, mounting her and once again kissing Louise in a long passionate embrace.

For the first time Jane’s wonderful breasts brushed Louise’s sending a tingling sensation through her entire body.

As soon as they broke their kiss Jane rose and, kneeling beside Louise, unzipped her dress.

Louise was amazed when she realised Jane was naked underneath. She had clearly planned for this moment. The married mother of two did not care. She had not had this sort of attention shown to her in a long time and her pent up sexual energy needed release.

Another deep passionate kiss was followed by Jane’s slow movement down Louise’s body. First her neck, then her shoulder, kissing, licking, and sucking as she did so. Each touch of Jane’s lips and tongue brought a moan of pleasure from Louise.

“Oh my God,” sighed Louise as she felt the wonderful sensation of Jane’s tongue lash her nipples.

Jane’s tongue made a circular movement around Louise’s areola, each movement increasing as her tongue made its way to the base of her breasts, rezidans escort making the mother of two repeatedly release soft moans of pleasure as she did so. Added to Louise’s sexual pleasure was Jane’s hand as she gently and expertly probed her pussy, careful not to allow orgasm.

Jane dived into crevice between her lover’s breasts and in contrast began a similar movement with her tongue only this time working from the base to the summit and pleasuring her nipple.

“Oooh,” cried Louise as the older woman’s lips kissed her bare stomach. Louise raised her lower to allow Jane’s hands grab her panties and whip them from her, tossing them unceremoniously on the floor.

Then there was a pause before Jane lay on her back, pulling Louise on top. Despite this being her first ever lesbian encounter, Louise did not need to be told what to do. She was hungry for sexual pleasure. Her lips and tongue wanted desperately to devour Jane’s gorgeous breasts.

Imitating her newfound lover, Louise mounted the blonde and kissed her before proceeding down her body and arriving at her breasts which she sucked, licked, and kissed with relish and just like Louise, each of her actions brought a corresponding moan of pleasure from the older woman. At the same time her finger probed Jane’s trimmed pussy, a contrast to Louise’s full bush.

Eventually, Jane once again took control and positioned herself into a sixty-nine and this time, despite her lack of experience, Louise proceeded to copy Jane’s actions as she drove her tongue through the older woman’s slit and began to lash her waiting clit.

The feeling of sexual pleasure was overwhelming for Louise. As Jane’s tongue lashed her clit, she slowly felt her orgasm build. It was like nothing she had felt before. Not even her husband Ken made her feel this good. All she wanted now was to make it last if was possible.

At last, however, both women simultaneously enjoyed a huge orgasm that left exhausted and gasping for air. For a few moments, no words were exchanged just deep inhaling and exhaling. What Louise struck Louise was the fact she and Jane had worked up a sweat.

Jane put her hand to Louise’s chin and made her look at her.

“Any regrets?” she asked with a smile.

“Regrets? Oh no, no regrets at all. And you?” asked Louise nervously.

Jane gave a chuckle.

“Oh darling, you’re the best I ever had,” she answered before taking Louise once again in her arms and kissing her.

They huddled together for a long time before they eventually fell asleep, cradled in each other’s arms.

***

Louise woke up as the early morning sun beamed through the window. She sighed deeply as her nostrils inhaled the sea air that flowed freely through the open window of the room and the sound of waves softly lapping ashore. Collecting her thoughts on the previous night the mother of two suddenly realised that she was alone in the bed. There was a single rose where Jane had slept, accompanied by a note.

“Thank you, darling. Perhaps we will meet again someday”

Jane. XXX

Louise suddenly panicked. She reached for her purse but saw nothing was missing. After her shower and getting dressed Jane made her way to the reception area and enquired about Dr Jane Kingston in room 404.

The receptionist looked at Louise blankly before answering that there was no one registered under that name and that the room was occupied by a bank official and his wife.

Louise was gobsmacked. She checked the local university online and found no reference to anyone called Jane Kingston. Louise even rang the university in case she missed anything. The receptionist assured her that there was no one on the staff by the name of Dr Kingston. She was very helpful in explaining that as far as she was aware none of the surrounding universities had heard of her either.

Louise put down her phone. She could not believe it. She had been duped.

‘Who was this gorgeous blonde?’ she thought.

Louise never found out. That morning she packed her things and checked out. When Ken arrived home, he was not only surprised his wife was home earlier than planned but she practically tore his clothes off and they engaged in the best lovemaking they had had in several years.

Louise never spoke to her husband about her adventure and for all her enquiring she never discovered who her mysterious lover was. All she knew was that if they had never met, she was sure her love life would probably not be what it is today.

***

Somewhere along the south coast of England, the young wife of a wealthy businessman makes her way to the first tee of the golf course dragging her clubs. Then she hears a voice behind her.

“Hi, are you going on to the course?”

The young woman looks around to see a tall blonde and very beautiful woman in her forties also hauling a bag of clubs.

“May I join you?…”

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Disclaimers: There are several aspects of this FICTIONAL story. The title refers to the 1961 hit song by The Lettermen, that was first recorded in 1952. It’s been sung by many great singers, including Nat King Cole, and Doris Day, to name a few. There is the matter of surviving a cheating spouse. There is a dream sequence, that combines science fiction, with lesbian and futanari figures thrown in for some added excitement. And, the category I’ve decided to put this in, will tell my loyal readers what my main gist is. Oh, anyone partaking in sexy shit is at least eighteen years of age. If you happen to be one of the true assholes who hate every story I write, then you won’t like this one, either. One final note. THERE IS NO FUCKING UNDERAGE SEX IN THIS STORY!

Cast of characters:

Pamela Carlson Parsons. Me. Fifty-one years of age, a widow, for the past twenty years.

Ed & Ann Parsons, my oldest son and his wife. Both twenty-nine years of age, with two sons, ages seven and five.

John & Bonnie Parsons, my second son and his wife. Both twenty-seven years of age, with a son and a daughter, seven and three, respectively.

Janine Fox, next door neighbor, thirty-seven years of age, with one daughter.

Onto my story.

I’m sitting on my patio, watching my two older grandsons playing catch with a baseball. They are first cousins, as each of their fathers are my two grown sons. They are Edward Parsons, Jr., seven years of age, and John Parsons, Jr., just under seven years of age. The two older boys finally decided to include Pat, Eddie’s younger brother in their game of catch.

It seems as my two sons, Ed, Sr, and John, Sr, and their respective wifes added to their families, nearly the same time. At least when they each had a second child, they were nearly two years apart.

I think it would be best if I toss in a little back story.

I was born and raised in the city of Bremerton, Washington, best know for the home of the Puget Sound Naval Shipyards. This was the entire Kitsap Peninsula’s largest employer.

My dad, Patrick Carlson worked there as a welder for over thirty-five years. My mother, Diane worked there, too, as a baker.

I did have some dates in high school, but absolutely none of them were memorable. It seems as if most of the boys who attended West Bremerton High School shied away from a slightly chubby flat chested girl.

After graduation, I attended North Seattle Community College, for a one year secretarial certificate. It taught me nearly everything I needed to know about working in an office.

The one thing it didn’t teach me, was how to avoid jerks. More on that subject, later.

During my one year course, I did have a few dates, one of which divested me of my virginity. I do have to admit, this young man was underwhelming. It wasn’t just his five inches of manhood, it was the fact he acted like he was doing me a favor fucking me. Oh, yes, our first time lasted maybe three minutes, and I made sure there wasn’t a second time.

After completing this course, I was hired by a very large commercial real estate company, as a secretary. I loved my job, right away. I was actually earning a paycheck, and found a nice studio apartment, that I could afford.

Since I couldn’t afford a car, I was lucky enough to live on a bus line, that dropped me at the block I worked at.

For the first six months, or so, I just learned everything I could about my job. The older ladies were more than helpful, to the point of giving me some insight on some of the men working there.

I knew who was married, and who wasn’t. I knew dating someone I worked with could be dangerous, and I learned who were the skirt chasers, too.

I have to admit, I was more than attracted to one Jason Parsons. Maybe seven or eight years older than me, and supposedly one of the most up and coming salesmen in our company. Very easy on the eyes, and from what I’d heard in the break room, sort of a ladies man.

Did I heed some of what I’d heard? Sort of, but when he invited me to lunch, one afternoon, I couldn’t say yes fast enough.

Just him asking me to lunch made me stop and think. Why me? He probably could get any girl he wanted, but he asked me. Wow.

Just sitting having lunch, I did find out a bit more about him. Yes, he was twenty-eight years of age, single, but looking, his words, not mine. Very easy to look at. A shade over six feet tall, and on the muscular side, but not the body builder type.

Walking back to work, holding hands, we stopped outside our building, when he took my face in both hands and very gently kissed me. Smiling at each other, we just went back to work, with him telling me we should get together, again.

Sitting at my desk, I was fairly certain we’d do just that, but away from work.

I did still hear some of the other ladies in the office, telling me to be careful.

Jason and I would talk most days, but there were days when he wouldn’t be in the office, as I assumed he was out making a living.

I did look forward kazak escort to his office time, and there were more than one occasion when we would do just a little more than just talk.

It must have been the third or fourth week, when just out of sight of prying eyes, he did give me a toe curling kiss. When both of his hands took hold of my butt cheeks, pulling me in close enough to feel his growing bulge, my eyes shot wide open.

“Why Mr. Parsons, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you very happy to see me?”

My father was a big fan of Bob Hope, and that was one of his favorite lines.

Going back to my desk, I really had a decision to make, if and when we did finally go on a real date.

Did I really want this very attractive man in my bed? My social life was stuck in neutral, so I think that was telling me what my decision would be.

Just over a week later, he did ask me to dinner. I hesitated for a minute, or two, but said yes.

On the Friday afternoon of our date, he came to my desk and told me how sorry he was, but he just couldn’t get out of an important meeting with some bigshot, that could last well into the evening.

Was I disappointed? Yes. Was I shocked? Not really, from what I’d been hearing from some of the other girls in the office. Was I going to learn from this? Most definitely, I hoped.

For the next two months or so, we did have a lunch, or two, but nothing more than some office time conversation. He did let me know just how busy he was, and I decided not to mention anything about that missed dinner.

One Friday afternoon, an old friend from high school had contacted me about going out with him, so I jumped at the chance.

As I was leaving work, meeting my friend, Ted Bailey in front of our office, we just hugged, a little just as Jason was leaving, noticing Ted and I in a little embrace.

Jason didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was taking notice of the two of us.

Did I try to make him jealous? Not sure, but I wanted to convey the fact that I wasn’t going to sit home night after night waiting for him to decide if there was anything to ‘us’.

Ted and I did have a great time, on Friday, and no, he didn’t spend the night with me. We decided we were just good friends.

Monday morning proved to be very interesting. Just as I was getting a morning cup of coffee, Jason was in our kitchen area, too, and asked if I had a good weekend.

When I told him I did, he asked if we could try that dinner thing again, on Friday night.

I told him that was fine with me, and as he left, he gave me a little kiss on my cheek.

I just couldn’t help having this feeling about Jason that should have made me weary. Did I pay attention to my inner thoughts? Uh, nope.

We actually did finally go to dinner, and to be truthful, it was really nice. He was a perfect gentleman. Yes, he did give me several toe curling, knee knocking kisses, as we stood at the door of my apartment. We looked into each others eyes, and he whispered to me that he didn’t think I was ready for him to spend the night. I did have to agree.

With our final embrace, I certainly felt he was more than ready. Much more! I couldn’t believe the size of the bulge pressing against my tummy.

“Maybe next time, Jason. OK?”

“Just try and stop me.” he said with a little grin.

I couldn’t believe how nice this gentleman treated me. Plain, ordinary me.

Monday morning at work, it seemed as if nothing was any different, when it was just a normal greeting between the two of us.

I felt a little hurt, but that all went away, standing at our coffee machine, I knew he was behind me, when I felt his cock rubbing up against my back side.

“Jesus, Jason, you’re going to get us both fired doing that.”

“Yeah, but it sure feels good, doesn’t it?”

I just had to admit to myself that it did.

It took nearly three more weeks until we found ourselves naked, on my bed, with Jason between my wide open legs, licking my pussy, like nobody had ever done.

After my third wall rattling orgasm, I had to beg him to let me catch my breath.

Cuddling next to each other, I let my hand slide down his body, finding his semi rigid member, just starting to stiffen up.

Carefully, I started rubbing up and down. As it started to grow, without a word being said, I moved down taking the bulbous head in my mouth.

A little aside here. I never have had a real cock in my mouth. Never! In truth, I did have a little practice, using a good sized cucumber, once or twice.

Back to the fun at hand.

With my head slowly moving up and down, a little more, his very talented tongue found my throbbing clit, making it difficult to concentrate on his wonderful cock in my mouth.

There was no way that magnificent piece of mam meat would fit in my mouth, but with me licking and sucking just over half his eight inches, plus me gently rubbing his balls, I could feel him tensing up, and just after him giving me yet another istanbul bayan escort body shaking orgasm, I felt his entire body tense up, and he exploded into my mouth.

Oh, shit, I thought, what do I do now? I just couldn’t spit it out, now could I?

So, like the novice that I was, I just started swallowing. To be honest, it didn’t taste all that bad. Rolling away, I just stared at him, realizing he was still at nearly full mast.

He gently eased his body between my wide open thighs, and slid his rigid member inside.

“Oh, shit, Jason, be careful! Oh shit!!”

I couldn’t believe how big he was. When, in truth, he was only my second, and number one was underwhelming, as stated previously.

Ever so gently, he started moving in and out, while licking, the lightly biting each nipple. I started meeting his thrusts with my own, as my head was swimming.

This man was the total package. Gentle. Huge. Tender. Did I mention huge?

After several more fantastic orgasms, he finally shot his load deep inside me.

I truthfully didn’t know whether to shit or go blind, I was so excited.

Trying to catch my breath, as well as not leaking all over my bed, I just laid there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

After a few minutes, everything just hit me and I started to cry. Turning away from Jason, so he wouldn’t think I was a little girl fool, he gently put an arm around my shoulder, telling me how wonderful I was.

“Are you positive, this isn’t just what you think I want to hear?”

“I’m more than positive, and I’m very certain that I want to continue seeing you, if only to find out if we really belong together.”

This only caused my tears to flow even harder. But to my surprise, Jason just held me in his arms, lightly kissing my forehead and kissing away the tears running down both cheeks.

As we laid in each others arms, I felt him getting hard, again. I looked him in his eyes and asked if he was trying to cripple me.

“Hey, you have all weekend to recover, and, if need be, I’ll carry you to and from the bathroom.”

Between our deep kissing, and his dick rubbing against my still wet pussy, he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of his body.

Now this was something I’d only heard about, but damn it felt so good, with me moving up and down his shaft.

He sat me up, rolling both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing my breathing to accelerate.

With my hips moving up and down, I leaned down and lightly bit his nipples, causing his breathing to quicken.

Without losing contact, he moved me around onto my knees with my head on the pillow, and started very slowly fucking me from behind.

Just as I felt his impending explosion, he took one wet finger and slid it into my quivering behind.

I truthfully can say I’ve never cum so hard in my life. I must have screamed into my pillow for a good ten or fifteen seconds, before he was holding me as close as possible.

“I take my little addition was OK, with you.”

“No shit! But nothing bigger than that.”

“That’s all right for now, and we just might revisit that subject in the future.”

This was said with both of grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

“I hope you know, lover boy, that if I allow anything bigger back there, it will be covered.”

“Uh hum.”

We did actually do a few things over the next two days out of my bed. We went walking along the shoreline of Lake Washington, holding hands like two people possibly falling in love.

Back at work, Monday morning, I had several of my co-workers ask about my perpetual grin. It didn’t take a genious to put two and two together, and figure out what we did all weekend.

Yes, I did have a long conversation with my parents, with mom cautioning me about moving too fast. I did silently thank myself for taking my doctor’s advice a few months previously about helping my truly horrible periods by going on a very reliable birth control.

Over the next few months, we did see more of each other. Way more! Both in and out of bed. There were weekends where we would be at his house, and wouldn’t hardly get out of bed. Unless you count showering together.

We did make use of the shower for things other than cleaning ourselves. Yes, even with Jason being nearly eight inches taller than my 5’6″ we did manage to fuck in his shower.

There wasn’t anything that we didn’t try. Yes, he did find a condom and lube and we tried the one thing I told him we’d try, only if he used a condom.

We did try anal, and even though I did have a great orgasm, it just didn’t seem like something we’d do very often.

After nearly six months of really steady dating, we did start talking about me moving in with him. Yes, I did feel like I was falling in love with him. I took him to meet my parents, which went very well.

Since his parents lived in Wisconsin, we only talked on the phone. I did get the idea he didn’t have as great a relationship with his parents, as I did azeri escort with mine.

When I did make the move into his townhouse, I hinted that there was a strong possibility of a ring in my future. He grinned, telling me that was a distinct possibility.

There were still some evenings when he had property showings, and some of those evenings, he didn’t get home until nine or ten at night. He would always tell me, some sales required having a drink, or two with the prospective client.

With our living together approaching the six month mark, we went on a short, three day trip to the Washington coast. A very nice hotel/casino, with a deluxe room, with all the trimmings.

Our first night, after a marvelous dinner, he took me outside, and in the moonlight, asked me to marry him!

I just couldn’t say yes, fast enough.

As soon as we were back at work, I started planning our wedding. Along with my mom’s help, things started falling into place. We did plan our small wedding in my home town, letting my parents throw us a nice get-together.

As our wedding approached, Jason did cut way back on late evening appointments. I was fully aware that they would never go away, completely, also, I was very aware how much added income these meetings brought in.

Our wedding couldn’t have been better. My parents, and family were very impressed with Jason and our age difference, of eight years, didnt get mentioned even once.

With his sales getting better and better, we decided we were tired of his townhouse, and started looking for a house.

Finding a very nice four bedroom house with a fairly large backyard, we made our move.

With all the added room, it didn’t take too long to start thinking about adding to our family. Just after our first anniversary, I stopped all birth control, and we gave serious attention to increasing our numbers.

It only took a little over three months to realize I might just be pregnant.

Getting to my doctor, we learned that our family was increasing, within the next seven months, or so.

All throughout my pregnancy, Jason was very attentive to my needs. Yes, he still worked long hours, but rarely later than a normal dinnertime.

Even when Edward Parsons was born, Jason couldn’t stop bragging to anyone who’d listen, that he was the absolute best baby in the entire world, he cut his hours, back a little.

There would be an occasional evening meeting, but I expected such meetings, as it was his business, after all.

Even two years later, when John Parsons arrived, he still had ‘showings’ as he called them, into the evening hours.

It must have been two or three years later, when he came home from one of these later showings, that he looked like he’d gone a few rounds with Mohammed Ali, and lost.

Bruises on both sides of his face. One black, swollen eye, and a cut lip.

Both boys ran up to daddy, asking him if he was OK.

“Boys, you should see the other guy,” was his smartass reply.

“Jason, no bullshit, tell me what happened.”

After a few minutes, with me giving him a bag of frozen peas for his eye, he starts telling me this story of him leaving his clients, and on his way back to his car, two teenagers started fighting nearby, and he tried breaking it up, and they both turned on him, doing to his face what I was looking at.

“Why didn’t you call the police?” I shouted.

He just shrugged, and after swallowing a couple of Advil, he slowly got undressed and went off to bed.

The next morning, after me getting both boys off to school, and pre-school, I looked him in his eyes and asked him if he was sticking to that story.

“Please Pam, just let it rest. All I’ll tell you is, this will never happen, again.”

He left for work, telling me he had some paperwork to finish, and he’d be home by lunchtime.

Sitting in my kitchen, nursing my cup of morning coffee, I was running all these thoughts through my head of what was he involved with. Drugs? Illegal doings, of some sort? Mistress?

The more things I’d think of, the more upset I got.

I called my mother, and after nearly an hour of talking, along with crying, she gave me some very solid advice.

When Jason came home, with a large bouquet of roses, we sat in our living room, and started talking. Like two responsible adults.

“Let me start, please, Pam. I know all too well that I really screwed up, last night. I did show a property to a couple looking for an investment. When the man went to a different part of the building, I moved to the woman and kissed her. When he came back, well, you can see the result.”

Just sitting there, numb, wondering just how stupid my husband could be.

“I’m truly sorry for hurting you, Pam, truly sorry.”

“Do you need to be checked out at a hospital?”

“No, I’m doing better than Iook, but thanks for caring, and asking.”

We did carefully hug, with me crying, softly.

For the next few months, with Jason’s wounds healed, and his evening showings at a minimum, I really thought his extra curricular activities were behind us.

I really had no idea just how wrong I was.

Jason did tell me, one Friday morning, that he ‘might’ be late, if a certain client came to town. He gave me the name of this client, who I had met, once or twice.

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Not sure about the Category choice, this part follows the wife’s affair.

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Paul was watching TV lying on the sofa. He jumped when he heard the house door was opened. He wasn’t expecting Linda until Sunday. He couldn’t be happier. His nightmare was over.

“Linda! Did you return?”

“Paul!” she sounded flurried “Where are you?”

He walked to the door to hug her “What happened? Why did you return that soon?” but he stopped seeing the tears in her almost red eyes.

“What’s going on?”

Linda thought about this moment since she got on the plane and no previous practice could prepare her for such a thing. Seeing the look on Paul’s face, she already knew she ruined everything.

“I…”

Paul understood that this was a disaster level situation. He knew that his life and their life was changed. He was curious and he would want to hear what was going on but his mind already started to build up all possibilities. He knew that she made that huge mistake.

“Please don’t tell me you…” he tried to calm down “tell me what’s going on.”

She looked at him then nodded.

He never saw her that vulnerable and helpless. She hardly walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. Paul was following her and he turned the TV off. He sat on the armchair because he wanted to see her face.

She couldn’t start talking. She was trying to start sentences but after first word she was starting to cry again.

“Did you cheat on me, Linda?” He had no patience.

“Yes.”

Paul’s face turned white, his eyes were squinted and teardrops were visible there. Linda started to cry loudly after seeing him like that.

“With him?”

“Y-yes.”

Paul felt his life power draining from his body. He even didn’t have the will to kick furniture or hit the walls. He just sat like that, looking at her. It was apparent that Linda was even more sad than he was. She was having trouble breathing but he didn’t have the energy to do something about it. He thought of telling her to calm down but he didn’t care about her at the moment. He always knew his life was too good to be true, marrying her was like a miracle and he was facing the consequences of that miracle at that moment.

“Say something, please.” Linda was still acting like she was his but it didn’t matter in such a situation.

Paul was staring at her, he wasn’t talking.

Linda’s guilt, sadness, fear all feelings were overcome by the panic of losing Paul when she saw that.

“Paul! Please talk to me!” she was shouting and crying at the same time.

“I can’t…” Paul stood up and walked to the door “Not now.”

Linda heard the closing sound of the main door and collapsed on the floor, crying on the carpet.

She couldn’t reach him for two days. His phone was off.

Paul was trying to think, to ignore his feelings in the hotel room. He was hoping that he would build enough anger to overcome sadness, he was waiting for that to happen. But it was getting worse.

Linda hated herself more every second. She wanted to disappear when she cried that night, at the hotel. She wanted to hurt herself after she returned and Paul left. She already accepted the fact that Paul was possibly going to leave him when he learned but living through this wasn’t bearable at the moment. She called every hour, sent tens of messages but he didn’t turn his phone on.

The night at the hotel was blurry to her, like a dream. She even forgot to tell him she didn’t sleep with him.

When she realized that, she panicked even more. Paul was somewhere, picturing her with Nick like that. Of course, she knew that she wasn’t going to stop Nick if he tried to go further but if the actions mattered, this was important. But both situations were unforgivable at similar levels, so, she didn’t care.

Nick, on the other hand, was detached from the people around him. In the next morning, the one after the elevator incident, he knew that Linda was going to spend the next day with some people and the whole day he was in an agitated state. He frequently needed to remind himself that Linda had to be thinking of him and his seductive manipulations were too advanced for her to resist.

She had to be struggling to stop herself from doing what he told her to do and she was going to lose that fight. She had to. He hoped to see her at the bar all dolled up, to offer herself to him.

Normally he would be living that moment in his head, finding ways to strengthen his hand such as acting cool, ignoring her a bit, touching her and then staying far. He would be making plans to make her show how she wanted him in front of all those people.

But he wasn’t. He was stuck, trying to get rid of his worries about that night. He had to be right, there was no need to worry. He practically dropped a napalm on her confidence and resistance. She had to be burning at that moment for him, so why was he worried that much?

Was it because she was stronger than any Hd Porno other woman he met before? Or, was she the most dignified woman? No, she wasn’t. She was flesh and blood, he was immune to her character or beauty and she was a member of the most vulnerable group to him.

It had been a piece of cake for him to get her to that point.

He wasn’t confessing that to himself but he knew the reason for his worries.

He wanted her. He wanted her too much. He wanted to fuck her, taste her and to start all over the next day. That night at the elevator hit him as well.

It was clear but not because he couldn’t help and came in his pants. It was because he forgot to enjoy her struggles or to observe how her will broke apart. He was observing her instead. Smelling her, looking at her, feeling her ass in his palm or against his cock. Hearing her.

Kissing her wasn’t enough and he did it again and again.

Yes, his final move was perfect, leaving her like that. But what if she misread that? He had her the way he wanted, what if he wasted that moment? Normally, he would have ended the night without talking. Leaving her like that. She would have felt ten times worse, confused and thinking that he had his way with her and didn’t want more. He acted different than he always did and that was making him nervous.

He hated to wait. He was impatient for the first time. His thoughts were changing, he was considering that she had to be his woman. Nobody else’s. He had to be careful, not to ruin her that much.

He waited there at night and when he realized she wasn’t going to shop up, he went to her room and knocked on the door. He called her and her phone was off. He went to the reception to learn that she checked out early in the morning.

At that point, he didn’t know what to think or do.

His Everest moved away while he was half way climbing her. And, he could have climbed to its climax if he wasn’t that arrogant.

He kept calling her all the time. Mostly her phone was off and a couple of times she rejected his call.

He knew that he was right about calling her his Everest, he was right that she was special and he was right to be worried.

Martin and Steve were aware that something was wrong as well. He didn’t tell them about the elevator thing because it was an embarrassment. They were going to think that he acted cocky beyond his worth. He could have told them he had his fun, rejected fucking her and he was letting her burn with desire for him or other bunch of crap; only if he wasn’t feeling a mess and showing it to everyone. Nobody would buy it.

Plus, it wasn’t his way to gloat on sexual stuff. He loved to humiliate women and stain their names only after making them act as his fuckables. Not like that, not the day after. And he even didn’t see her pussy! This thought was consuming his energy. She wanted him to fuck her and he…

Paul was in his office when Linda opened the door. She was timid, he was surprised. He forgot that he was angry at her for a moment. Then he remembered. But in that brief period, his heart jumped. He still loved her and this was his curse.

“Hi” Linda said with a soft voice.

He nodded pouting his lower lip. He was trying not to say something bad; he was already feeling as if he was sick and he didn’t want to add a burden to his conscience, hurting an already surrendered woman, whom he loved; his problems were enough.

“Will you come back?”

He showed a faint smile to her and kept silent.

“Can we talk?” Linda wasn’t expecting to win his heart back but she hoped that they could at least smooth the breakup or that she could remind him she was the same Linda that he loved, who screwed everything up at some point.

He had lots of questions but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answers.

“Do you really want to talk? I’m not being sarcastic; I really am not sure if I want to know more about this.”

“Paul…” She didn’t want to tell that disgraceful night but she would, if she had to. It wasn’t easy for her to talk about anything but she knew they needed to. She felt that she was about to cry, so she stood up and said “I don’t, I’m sorry” before she ran out.

He punched his own head, finding himself in the exact position he was trying to avoid. But that was too much to ask from a man who was betrayed in the most horrible way. He didn’t have to blame himself. But blaming her or hating her didn’t work. He tried that.

He couldn’t get rid of his feelings for her and she was still too valuable. He had no one in his life that he cared about, she had been the center of everything. He was aware that his undecisive thoughts were going to make everything worse. He had to leave her or suck it up and go back to her. She wasn’t going to wait forever. He felt that it was impossible to leave her, when he was in front of her. Seeing her made him want her back.

But he was sure that he would brutalize that bastard if he came across him, in spite of the voice Türkçe Altyazılı Porno in his head, which was telling him that it would make him feel worse. That was stupid, he was going to feel good, that was for sure. But it wasn’t going to change the fact that he managed to fuck his wife.

Linda visited Paul again, tried to make him talk. He wasn’t different much but he managed not to upset her. He didn’t want to see her leave like that again.

“Can we go to lunch or dinner? To spend some time together? I know it may backfire but maybe if you see me, you will understand that I’m the same person, I’m not that person who…” she felt that this was useless.

“Not yet, Linda. I’m not ready to talk, you will regret spending time with me when I’m feeling like that.”

“I know, I still want to. Maybe if you hurt me enough, you can feel different? It’s OK if you want to curse at me, if it’s going to help. I can stand, please…” she wanted to say “give me a chance” but he probably thought that she didn’t deserve one and he wasn’t going to trust her again.

“That would only make me feel worse, Linda. Give me some time.”

“OK” and she left.

Nick was trying to reach her every hour without success until they returned from the vacation. He was feeling a mental fatigue, this was turning into an obsession for him.

He didn’t know what was going on, what she was thinking and why he cared that much. But he got the taste of her and not having her started to give him tunnel vision. He wasn’t thinking anything but Linda. He was still dedicated to try for years for her but why? Why and how did she recover from that state of mind? Did she?

In fact, she didn’t, not exactly. She was in so much fear that she was focused on Paul only. And she didn’t want any thoughts to make her feel worse.

On Sunday, Paul was exhausted from his unproductive struggle to make a decision and he wasn’t thinking clearly. He was losing it. He was thinking things like “Finally it’s Sunday, he’s returning. Linda must be happy.” but such thoughts weren’t solving anything.

He knew he was envenoming his mind, piling up thoughts full of hatred, hoping that they would erase the sadness and his despair.

He hoped that somehow, he was going to see her differently and tell her his decision. But he was still feeling weak. Seeing her that sad was preventing him from hating her.

And the worst fact he was trying to ignore was there and it was keeping him from moving on. She was way above his league and he was going to live with that void for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going to be able to find such a woman.

That wasn’t love, that was a selfish search for the ‘least bad’. Not the right one. He knew the right ones. If her mistake was one that he never would forgive, he had to leave her, period. Otherwise, he had to have his fight with her or talk to her and decide.

Then he started to think about their short but unforgettable conversation. He started from the moment he saw her. That wasn’t normal. He wasn’t an expert on such a thing but it was awkward for a woman to cheat her husband and run to him to tell him like that. It was possible that she didn’t do it intentionally, she was sorry and she regretted doing that. It was also clear that she valued their marriage, her panic was genuine and she didn’t even make him ask twice while answering his questions.

This didn’t change anything as well. It wasn’t something he could forgive.

There was a lowlife guy, chasing her for years and she was complaining about him, showing her loathing about him all the time. She was looking down on the women who let themselves used by him.

She wasn’t even a sex driven woman, they never had wild sex in their life and Linda was the reason for that. He would love to have some stray moments, leaving their standard sex life time to time. She never let him do that. Linda let that son of the bitch ruin his dignity by letting him take his wife. No excuse or regret or apology could change that.

And, he was in a hotel room, feeling thinking about those, how that bastard had his way with his wife.

He hated to picture Linda with that man, fucking in a hotel room. He didn’t see him before but Linda’s face was in front of his face, as if he was watching her as she was complimenting that bastard when he was fucking her. Even this didn’t look realistic to him because he never saw her losing herself during sex.

But he was still lingering to find a way to stay with her. He felt pathetic but he didn’t care.

Fuck. He wanted to find him and reshape his face.

It was interesting that every time he thought something showing his weakness, he was telling himself that he was going to beat him. Reminding himself that he was stronger man than Nick. But Nick had his way with his wife, beating him up wasn’t going to change that.

Probably, Paul felt an extra hatred about him because Nick was the reason that he was struggling Brazzers in that ‘being a man’ test and failing. Linda was going to start questioning his manhood if he went on like that.

On Monday, it was another hard day for Linda. If she didn’t go to work, people were going to start asking questions. She could explain her early return, saying that she had personal matters. But she had to make a decision.

It looked like Paul was probably thinking of leaving her and she didn’t see a slight chance of him changing his mind.

If she left her ground unattended, Nick could ruin her career as well. He could try to do that or act careless about her reputation. That risk would still exist even if she was there but she could do something to manage that risk.

So, if she didn’t want to feel even worse, she had to act as she planned and hide her emotions.

She thought about this a lot after that incident and she had some action plans, depending on the course of events. She hoped she didn’t have to act on any of them.

On the other hand, Paul was answering her calls after her visits. It was hard for him to explain that but her presence in his life was important. He wasn’t able to make his decision yet and he started to think that he was feeling too insecure to do that.

Hearing her voice, talking to her was some kind of a life support for him. She was the reason for him to suffocate and she was the source of oxygen. He still was determined to leave her but he needed her support to go through this.

Linda was in her office when Nick barged in.

“Where have you been? Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

That sounded like her, talking to Paul in his office.

“I was busy, Nick. Was there something urgent?” Yes! She managed to act indifferent. She was hoping that Nick would be confused and that he stepped back.

But his reaction wasn’t as she expected. He couldn’t understand how she was acting as if what they experienced was a minor affair, without even blushing about.

“Linda, are you playing a game? Why did you leave early?” Of course, if that was a minor thing, she wouldn’t have left so abruptly. She left because this was a trauma for her psychology. She had to be hiding her feelings. She was trying to avoid the inevitable, giving herself to him.

He was going to break her again. She wasn’t going to escape; she was his already.

But she thought about this conversation many times, she had many answers.

“I kind of needed to back off, Nick. You were all over me and that made me feel like you were too carried away with that fling. I was planning to have a little escapade on the side but the words you told me made me think that this meant something else for you. Something with a deeper meaning.”

He felt this speech was full of logical bullshit in it but it matched the way he was feeling at that moment. Could he be feeling like that and was she telling him the truth? Could she have felt something even he wasn’t aware of?

“Bullshit! You were nothing near being cool about having a fling with me. You were terrified, you looked desperate for my attention. You wanted me, more than I wanted you!”

That wasn’t going to be easy. She felt cramps in her stomach after hearing those and that arousal was knocking on the door. She didn’t want to recall those sensations but they were still strong. She remembered that hot, compelling and arousing feeling of desperation. She still desired that feeling.

But he was talking in haste and seeing him that stressed showed her that she was on the right track. If she caved, that would be the end for her. She had to stay on top. She had to answer fast.

“Oh, Nick. So, you were thinking that I didn’t know anything about you? How and why you started to hit on me like crazy after I got married, exactly the same way you did to those other women?”

He was looking at her trying to understand where this was going.

“I’m not denying that I was turned on in the elevator or before that but how can you imagine that I was ever vulnerable? You managed to get my attention and knowing what you dug for, I participated willingly. You were the macho boss; I was the confused vixen. We both wanted that.”

He had a stupid look on his face. Linda realized that something she never expected was happening. She was amazed to see him insecure like that. She was making him feel the way he did to her. She loved that feeling. She felt relaxed seeing that he was speechless and wanted to scratch that open wound.

“Look, Nick. I liked that fantasy game, what you were offering. It was better than what I expected. But you were too carried away with your stupid games, you wasted that opportunity. I’m not saying that I didn’t like it but I was hoping for the whole package. Because of you, it became an unfinished business. You didn’t think that we were starting a relationship, right?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Seeing him that frustrated, she couldn’t stop teasing him more.

“But still, it was a night to remember, don’t beat yourself up about it. Now, if you excuse me, I have a meeting.”

“You can’t fake blushed cheeks!”

“I didn’t say I faked anything, I wanted, you couldn’t deliver. Maybe you chickened out, maybe you fell in love, I don’t know. Bygones.”

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“I have something I need to tell you,” she said quietly. I waited for her to go on. “It’s hard, but I have to be honest,” she added. I told her to take her time, and tell me only if she really wanted to. “I do,” she said. “It’s about somebody else.”

“Jim?” I asked. She nodded.

“You know?” she asked discreetly. I told her I had suspected. “It has gotten really powerful,” she said. “Almost unbearable, overwhelming. I dream of him fucking me,” she confessed softly, as if saying it quietly would diminish the effect. “I fantasize about him being inside of me, almost everyday, of sucking his cock and tasting his semen and his pre come. I think of him coming in my mouth and then swallowing him down my throat, of letting him come as I hold him between my lips and let his semen slide down my throat. I can’t help it, but I want him to fuck me hard and long, and with passion. It isn’t that I want to replace you, but I want him in me.”

“I understand,” I said.

“You do?” she asked. I nodded and said I thought so. “When we’re naked together, at the beach, I want him in me. I think of it constantly. I imagine feeling his hardness sliding into me,” she said shyly. “I think of tasting him as his ejaculate slides down my throat. I don’t want to hurt you, but I feel so strongly about having him fuck me that I am constantly thinking about it, constantly fantasizing about having sex with him.”

I held her and said it was natural and to be expected, said it happened to everyone. “Has it happened to you?” she asked. I nodded, but said it was different for me. She asked what was different.

“My fantasies are about you,” I said. “I fantasize about someone having sex with you,” I added. “I can’t explain it, but I imagine someone fucking you. I see them pushing into you and I bring myself thinking of you being thoroughly fucked and ravished by someone with a big, hard cock, who eats your pussy and makes you scream as you come. I see different guys fucking you, sometimes it is with Jim.”

“Jim?” she said incredulously. “I think of fucking Jim, and you fantasize about me fucking him, too?” She put her arms around my neck. “We both think of him Hd Porno fucking me?” she said shaking her head. “How long have you fantasized about me fucking other people?” she asked with a grin. I told her for years. She looked at me for a few quiet seconds. “You want me to?”

“I don’t know how much we want fantasies to come true,” I said. “I think I would like it, but it’s a fantasy and I am not sure. I think with Jim I would. I think I would like that. I am pretty sure I would, but that’s the problem. We don’t know until we do it. I do know I want you to have good sex, and I know it is important to me that you’re sexually satisfied. So I think I would love you to fuck my good friend.”

“But you are not sure?” she said.

“Not totally, but I am sure you should if you want to. I am certain you have the right to enjoy things you want to, and I know you would like it. I know you would have a good time with Jim, and I know I have to be able to let go of things that are not fair to ask you to do or not do. I do want you and Jim to have sex. I am sure of that. I am sure I love you enough to let you enjoy things that are not only done with me. So, tell Jim you want to fuck him. Tell him I want it too. Does that help you decide what you want to do?” I asked as I kissed her.

She was quiet for a while, then she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Should I call him?” I said she should and pulled her to me.

“Fuck his brains out,” I said. She smiled and kissed me back.

“I will,” she said with a wide grin.

Jim and Claire had sex the next day. He came and picked her up and they drove to a hotel in the next town. It was not easy for me to watch them leave together, but I was also excited to think of what they were about to do. It was crazy, but I wanted it, was excited about it, and I also felt insecure and agitated, a little sick to my stomach and maybe a little hysterical. I pictured it happening, imagined them fucking, saw them together in my mind, but also was envious and bothered by what was happening between them.

Both things were true and it confused me. I wanted to know what they did and at the same time I Türkçe Altyazılı Porno was sorry they were doing it. However, as I thought about it I found myself masturbating to the images of them doing it. I came hard and then dozed as I thought about them kissing and having oral sex.

When I woke she was kneeling on the bed and her smile told me she was a well-fucked wife with a lover and had had a good time doing it. Seeing her face put the regret aside and filled me with delight and satisfaction. It had been the right thing to do, and as we kissed, and I tasted sex on her lips, I was happy I had given her the chance to be with Jim. I smiled and asked her if she’d tell me about it.

“If you want that,” she said, crawling into bed.

“Did he eat your pussy?” I asked.

She nodded and smiled. “Yes,” she said. “Many times. We did everything. He was very gentle and loving.”

“Of course,” I said. “That’s why you wanted him. He fucks good?” She answered with a contented smile and kissed me again. I said I tasted sex on her lips and she nodded again and licked her lips.

“He does taste good,” she said. “I swallowed as much as I could,” she said. I told her that was good and I meant it. We began to make love and again I pictured my friend fucking my wife as I slid my erect and ready cock into my wife’s wet and well-used pussy.

I watched him fuck her the next weekend and I must admit it was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. Watching his firm cock disappearing into her sent me over the top. I came from just watching and enjoyed their sex right along with them. It may have been the best thing I ever did to let go of her her enough to allow her the freedom to fuck someone else.

Since she first went off with him, the three of us have made love together, sharing my wife in the most intimate, satisfying sex I could ever imagine. One of us would kiss her while the other was inside her, and who was fucking her would come we would switch and she would wait eagerly for who was about to enter her to insert his penis between her puffy lips. She would spread her legs and smile, Brazzers sighing as the new penis slid into her. She would not miss a beat between partners and her orgasms came regularly throughout the night. We would sleep between fucking sessions in a naked heap, our bodies wrapped together in a three way slumber in a most loving and natural and satisfied bundle of bodies.

Because we have become comfortable with her fucking Jim, she also told me she was also attracted to a few other men and we agreed she should expand her circle of “friends”. She began seeing a man from where she works and the husband of one of her girlfriends. She has sex with someone other than me maybe two or three times a week.

Jason, her friend from work, sometimes stays at our house in our guest room and sleeps with Claire once or twice a month. Alan, the husband of her friend Carol, takes her to a hotel close by for a lovemaking session at least once every month. He keeps a room there since he and his wife have an open marriage and meets a few other women besides Claire.

I listen intently as she tells me in detail about each of her times with her other lovers. It has become our habit to have sex while she describes to me what she has done with one of her other men. Our sex life is hotter now than it has ever been, with us having sex nearly everyday, often more than once. We always have sex after she has been with someone else.

Jason is fond of eating pussy, so she likes to tell me about each time with him as I eat her and listen to her tales of pleasure and oral love. Jim prefers anal, so that is something she has also began to enjoy. She will let me fuck her ass as she tells me just how good it feels to have him reaming her ass with his thick, hard cock. I have become fond of fucking her ass and feel so grateful he introduced her to anal sex.

One thing she has began to consider is being with another woman, since Alan has told her that eating pussy is something he thinks she would enjoy. I often now imagine her between the thighs of an attractive young woman with her face pushed against the other woman’s pussy. I can’t wait for the chance to see Claire going down on some sweet young thing with a wet and puffy pussy at my wife’s lips and tongue.

How great it is to think back to the night my wife revealed to me she wanted the dick of my friend between her puffy labia lips, fucking her like a horny whore servicing the Seventh Fleet.

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The 2022 “Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane” Author Challenge Entry

Acknowledgments: Thank you to ChloeTzang for organizing this challenge and a huge thank you to all the participants of the past challenges.

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Prelude – Baltimore, MD. May, 1938. Tuesday night.

Alice Masters sipped chilled wine next to the swimming pool in her expansive backyard. One would hardly know that they were in a major city. Trees and hedges lining the property kept out the hustle and bustle of the surrounding area. Not that there was much hustle and bustle in this quiet upscale neighborhood, but no traffic or street sounds penetrated Alice’s carefully crafted sanctuary.

The pool, inspired by a trip out west to California with her husband, was a new addition and Alice had thrown three parties already this year to show off their newest symbol of wealth. Situated right next to the house, one could walk through the french doors from their living room and jump right into the cool, blue waters. Summers could be uncomfortably humid, and the pool had been presented to her husband as a way to stay comfortably at home instead of running off to the Eastern Shore once Baltimore became a sauna. But Alice loved the pool by night so much more than during the day. The way the light swam through the water and reflected off the side of the house gave everything an ethereal glow, a sense of other-worldliness.

Sanctuary was an accurate term, Alice built her backyard as a refuge from the normal day-to-day duties that required all of her attention and focus during the day. Responsibilities and relationships downtown could be forgotten and left behind. At night, Alice would slip out of her uncomfortable clothes, dive into her pool, and pretend that she was free of the stressful life she choose to lead with her husband. Floating, looking up at the stars, Alice was free. Tonight she was celebrating. Wine and a companion to help distract her and her husband from the troubles that beset them.

The beautiful platinum blond girl sipped her wine and smiled back at Alice from the other side of the outdoor couch. Only Alice was naked, still glistening from her swim. Clara was in a silk cocktail dress that left little to the imagination. The cool air and attraction to her hostess caused her nipples to harden visibly through the thin material of her dress. Clara had been invited out to the house once before and things had gone well, she was invited back again to swim, flirt, and make love. For her part, Clara had been excited to see where her evening was to be spent, she loved swimming and the Masters were a charming couple.

Alice was a beautiful woman at 40 and one could see how stunning she had been at 25, Clara’s age. Her high cheekbones, brunette hair, ample chest, and hourglass shape made her the envy of all the other married women at the parties she threw. Alice had a way of smiling that put even the most out-of-place guest at ease. She was a belle of the high-society scene, and with that came a certain pride, a way of holding herself that let you know she was in charge. Even naked, sitting sipping wine next to a pool; Alice was the mistress of her own house.

Clara in contrast, was innocence personified. Her smile, her openness, her obvious giddiness caused by one glass off wine all belied her lack of worldliness. This, Clara knew, was a large part of her charm. That and her ass. Everyone complimented her ass. While Alice’s smile made others relax, Clara’s smile brightened any room she was in, it inspired people around her to make her smile all the more. It was this smile that Clara turned on Alice after finishing her wine.

“I feel like I’m over-dressed for this party,” Clara said drinking in the naked sensuality of the woman sitting across from her. “It would be rude of me not to join my hostess.”

Standing, Clara pulled her arms out of the slight straps of the dress and allowed her tits to swing free of the silk fabric. Taking a long step toward Alice, Clara sat next to the woman on the couch and leaned forward to kiss her stunning hostess.

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Guy Masters was having the second worst week of his life. An incident at work the week before was taking all of his time and focus away from his normally quiet life. Even worse, the press knew what had happened and were having a field day speculating and inventing new ways to make what was a bad situation an embarrassing one. Alice had called him at lunch and told him that he was to be home before 9, regardless of how many policeman or reporters demanded his time. It had been a welcome distraction and a good story to excuse himself from the office. The police detectives and federal agents had everything well in hand, there was no need for him to sit in his office with nothing to do but sit with his dick in his hand. Guy called his driver and arranged to be home at 8, an hour earlier than his wife’s ultimatum.

Sitting Hd Porno in the back of the car, Guy loosened his tie and allowed himself a moment to close his eyes. He had not slept more than four hours a night for the past week and now the stress was starting to tell on his face. Bags under his eyes and a gray tint to his otherwise dark hair were a new addition to his appearance and made him feel older each time he looked in a mirror. Once things had settled back down, he would take a vacation. Time away would do him good. Alice would know where to go. She always knew what he needed.

The car dropped him off in the driveway by the front door lit by a lamppost in the hedge. Guy fumbled in his pockets for his key, but found the front door unlocked. When he switched on the light in the entrance way, he noticed something odd. Wet footprints led from the back of the house to the door and back again. Guy smiled. Alice always swam naked in the evenings, she must have come out to turn on the light for him.

Shedding his jacket, tie, and shirt as he moved toward the kitchen to fix himself a drink, Guy noticed that the lights in the pool were on and lighting the living room. Then he heard the moan. Long and low, he knew immediately it was one of the noises his wife made when she was close to cumming. Interest piqued, Guy walked into the living room and surveyed the pool area beyond the french doors. His wife, naked and on her back on the couch, was being eaten out by a lithe platinum blond with an ass that looked eerily familiar.

Maybe today would not be one the worst days of his life.

Peeling off clothing as fast as he could, Guy caught his reflection in a mirror Alice had hung next to the french doors. Tall and dark, Guy was proud of keeping the weight off that so many of the other bank presidents seemed to acquire along with their titles. Already aroused, he opened the doors and approached the couch on the far side of the pool.

Alice saw him first and threw him a kiss as she writhed in pleasure. Clara, focused on the job at hand, did not know he was there until he pulled her dress up to her waist and spread her legs with his foot. Guy reached down and ran a finger from the blonde’s clit to her asshole. Wet did not begin to describe how aroused the young woman was. Not needing to waste any time on foreplay, Guy plunged his cock straight into Clara’s cunt from behind. Now Clara squealed in pleasure, but only for a moment before she went back licking Alice’s clit. Not for the first time, Guy and Alice wondered if cute Clara had cum just from his entering her.

First going fast and then slow to keep his pace reasonable, Guy knew he would need to hold back for as long as possible to make his wife happy. Their agreement on sharing others was that he would always finish in her, never in one of their playmates. He was her husband after all. Their ten year marriage was only two years old when Alice had caught Guy fucking his secretary. Watching dumbfounded as his wife march into the hotel room, Guy expected her to cause a scene and leave him. To his surprise, she kissed the secretary and stripped off her clothes to join them in bed. After the shocked secretary had left, Alice had instituted the rule. Well, rules. The only other rule was that if one of them was going to be with someone else, the other one had to be present. No sneaking around fucking others behind backs. Honesty was important and Guy had gladly agreed to both rules right there in bed. Once a month or so, Alice would invite someone to join them for an evening. They were not always female so Guy was not always a participant, but it was always hot and it always ignited their love life for a few weeks.

Clara had been the discovery of the century. Alice used a discrete service and they had sent over a few girls disguised as delivery people. Clara stood out with her bobbed hair and lithe figure. Alice and Guy agreed that one of the things they loved about Clara was how wet she was at all times. She had probably arrived at the house wet that first day. Their last session had almost proven too much for Guy and Alice had to remind him at the last moment that his seed was hers and hers alone. This time Guy would control himself and show his wife the respect she was due.

“Time to switch positions”, Guy announced. He helped Clara up onto the couch to straddle his wife’s face and pulled his wife by her knees to the edge of the cushion. In this new position, Guy could watch as Clara, hands on hips, rode his wife’s face to orgasm after orgasm. He reached out to cup one pert tit and Clara steadied herself on his arm, eyes closed. Clara’s tongue licked her top lip in a way that told Guy he would not be lasting much longer.

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Half an hour later Guy, Clara, and Alice lay cuddling on the couch in the living room having been chased indoors by the colder night air. Clara and Alice lay in each other’s arms trading Türkçe Altyazılı Porno kisses and talking about the latest gossip in town. Guy, sensing that he would not be missed, got up to make them drinks in the kitchen. He came back with three glasses of wine to find Alice on her knees in front of the couch sucking on Clara’s pert little nipples. The nude women continued to make love while Guy watched, draining his drink and then one of the others. Fifteen years ago, he would have been back at full mast participating. Now he was relegated to watching.

Alice worked her way down the platinum blonde’s stomach and started lapping at her clit. It was amazing how many times this girl could cum. Her own cunt was too sensitive to be touched now after the fucking both Clara and Guy had given her. Besides, it was not often that she got to indulge her interest in women. Alice heard her husband open the door to his study and call a cab as Clara was cumming for the umpteenth time that night. She made a mental note to book a girl’s weekend away with Clara. Somewhere close by but where they would not be interrupted by any men. They were trading kisses again when Guy announced that the cab would be there soon.

Clara, jumping up from the couch and ran out to the patio to gather her dress and shoes. Guy’s wife rolled onto her back on the couch and watched the young woman run about the pool just beyond the doors. Clara’s thin frame stooped to gather her dress, panties, and shoes from the bricks. Alice was reminded of paintings of muses dancing to Orpheus’ lyre, silken wrappings loosly covering their modesty. Alice licked her lips.

Finally finished dressing, Clara dropped her silken panties on Alice’s lap as she passed by to leave. Her parting gift. Guy, robed and playing the good host, saw Clara to the door. Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had needed this. Needed to feel the smooth skin of another female, the tender touch instead of the rough hands of a male. After Monday’s lunch, Alice needed something to pull her back to normal. Rough was all well and good, but Alice believed in moderation.

Voices from the hallway called good night, but Alice was too far away to hear or respond. Her heartbeat was thumping throughout her body, and focusing on that was lulling her to sleep. Alice licked her lips. Sweet, sweet Clara.

Chapter 1: Blue In Green

The first thing Ed Zeit noticed was the smell of perfume. Unfamiliar perfume. Opening first one blood-shot eye and then the other, Ed realized he had no idea where he was. A cramped apartment covered in clothing, empty glasses, magazines, and half a bushel of oranges scattered over the floor. A glass bottle pressed into his ribs as he rolled onto his side.

Groaning, Ed looked down at his watch. He was late. Again. Ed threw back the covers and discovered that at least a few items of clothing littering the apartment were his. A protesting moan from under the sheets identified his paramour for the previous evening. She did not seem to be interested in getting up to help him find his underwear. Or make him breakfast. Ed knew he was on his own.

Ed freelanced some week nights working security for a boxing league when his day job left him free. Boxing matches tended to be pretty tame events, most of the people lost their money with good graces and fucked off to where ever it was they called home once the fight was over. Occasionally a fight fan would have too many drinks and think that throwing a punch was all in good fun. Drunks were easy to roll, and the money was pretty good for standing around looking vaguely menacing. Most of the other security guys were off-duty cops, and they all knew and like Ed as an extension of the respect they had for his boss. One of them had arranged for drinks with his girl after the event, she brought a friend, and so went the rest of the night.

Ed was on all fours searching for his socks when he caught a glimpse of himself in a smudged mirror hanging next to the front door, just on the other side of the room from the bed. While not a muscled bruiser, Ed had strong arms and muscular shoulders. The rest of him was lean from exercise at the boxing gym and his active full time job. Blond hair and an exotic accent didn’t hurt with the ladies, either. His face was narrow with a thin nose and two, sky-blue eyes that were the focal point of his features. Ed kept his hair short to keep morning maintenance to a minimum. Often were the mornings where he was running behind and slowed down by a gut full of cheap whiskey.

Ed eventually found all his clothes and managed to get them back on in close to the usual arrangement. His “date”, eyes screwed shut against the spring light forcing its way through the blackout shades, rolled over and asked where he was headed at such an early hour.

“Work. Where are we, anyway?”, asked Ed.

“My apartment. How drunk were Brazzers you last night?”

Ed did a quick review and decided that it was just a normal evening out. “Not much. Just a buzz. I can’t remember the address here, though.”

Ed swore loudly when she told him. He was two neighborhoods away from where he needed to be. He would have to grab a cab and hope traffic was better than on a usual morning. No time to make it home before work, Ed made a mental note to call his mother from the office. Socks and shoes sorted, Ed grabbed a few of the oranges from the floor and shoved them into his pockets. His wallet was still in his jacket pocket, thank god. Archie had given him hell the last time he’d lost his license.

“Can I go out the front door?”

A snore was the only reply. “Damn,” he thought. “Better take the fire escape just to be safe.” Landladies had a habit of waking early and policing who tried to sneak out of their “young ladies” rooms despite the houses’ strict “No Male Visitor” policy. Once he’d tried to run, full sprint, through the entrance hall and out the door to avoid having an uncomfortable conversation with a matronly prison guard. Twelve stitches later, Ed learned to scout out the fire escapes the night before instead.

Ed smoothed his shirt into his pants, swung his jacket over his shoulder and opened the window. He felt guilty for not remembering his date’s name, but she wouldn’t have heard his farewell in any case. Two minutes later he was down on the street desperate to hail a taxi cab.

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Ed burst through the office door into the small suite of the detective agency he worked for half an hour late. It usually did not matter, in their line of work most office visitors came in late morning, lunch, and late afternoon. Callers first thing in the morning were a rare breed and were content to deal with Lenore Chance, wife of the managing partner, Archie Chance. Lenore looked like a librarian with her old fashioned hair style, sensible outfits, and cats-eye glasses; but like most things in life, Lenore’s look was designed to put customers at ease not to reflect reality. Her husband, Archie, had trained Lenore to be his assistant in the field and in the office. Ed knew from experience that Mrs. Chance had a mean sucker punch and a sawed off pointed at the front door.

Ed had worked for the Chances since he was old enough to take the detective test and get his own license. Archie was an old friend of his father’s and had been looking for someone to train in the gumshoe business after his old partner, Harris, moved to California just about the time Ed graduated from high school. Ed was an outstanding student, but had little interest in college. A summer working for Archie told both men all they needed to know about the other – Ed was a smart, capable (occasionally punctual) employee and Archie was an easy going, pedantic, skilled detective. Ed learned quickly and took pride in mastering all the trade-craft Archie could impart. A few years into the arrangement, Archie put Ed’s name on the door and “Chance & Zeit, Investigators, Ltd” had been born. Lenore was secretary and ran interference when cases were not going as well as could be hoped. All in all, they were a tight team and they got results. The fact that they all enjoyed it was just icing on the cake.

“God, Ed? Where have you been? Archie waited twenty minutes but then started the meeting without you. Come over here”. Lenore rushed around the old desk and typewriter to straighten Ed’s clothing, re-button his shirt, and arrange his hair in a more dignified manner.

“Meeting? I don’t remember hearing anything about a meeting this morning?”

“They just showed up! Out of the blue! Archie and I found them waiting in the hallway outside the door when we showed up. I made coffee while Archie stalled, but eventually they wanted to get down to business.”

“Slow down, Lenore. Who? Who showed up out of the blue?”

“Them,” Lenore half whispered nodding toward the paper on her desk. “The Masters”.

The Masters has been in the papers for over a week now. The husband was the president of a bank that was robbed and the papers had latched onto the gory story of four dead guards and tens of thousands of dollars missing. It was all anyone could talk about. Ed had even discussed it with the cop and the girls the night before. Baltimore was a town made up of neighborhoods and the four dead guards had come from four different neighborhoods in the city. Two had been former cops. Everyone seemed to know someone who was either related to or had gone to school with the dead men. It was the story that would not die, and there never seemed to be any updates, no breakthroughs, no headway made into identifying the robbers or recovering the money. Instead it was photos and stories of the president and his young wife living the high life while murderous hoodlums walked free in the streets.

“Shit” was all Ed could reply.

“Yes but clean up that talk. They could be the biggest thing to happen to us since Harris going west. You look presentable now. Just go in and Archie will catch you up to speed.” Lenore gave him a last brush and pat and then spun his shoulders toward the main office door.

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