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“You want me to do what?” she exclaimed with a high pitched voice into the phone. “I want you to bring a toy to work,” he repeated seriously. “I can’t do that!” she protested. “Give me one reason why you can’t. Just because you bring it, does not mean that you have to use it.” She started to say something, but then thought about what he had just asked. She had refused because it was not something she would normally do, or be comfortable with. He did have a valid point, that she might not have to use it. The thought of it was actually making her slightly excited. Maybe this was not such a bad idea after all. “Which one?” she asked quietly, pulling her box of toys out from under her bed. “Good girl. I want you to bring the clit vibrator. It’s small and easy to hide.” She scolded her body for reacting to him calling her a good girl, but she just could not help it. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to him. She found the little vibrator and held it in her hand, making sure it was still working. It had been a long time since she last used it. “Okay, baby, I have it here. I will put it in my purse.” “No. I want you to put it in the pocket of your jeans.” She thought about it for a moment and was going to say no, but then shrugged her shoulders. Why not? she thought. There was no reason why she could not do that, since it was small enough. She put down her purse and shoved the small white clit vibrator into her left front pocket instead. “Your wish is my command,” she said, giggling. “Don’t be a smart ass,” he laughed at her. “Oh, admit it, you wouldn’t want me any other way.” “If I am not mistaken, you are already late for work,” he replied. She looked at the clock and yelped, “Fuck!” She grabbed her purse and hurried out of the bedroom. She could hear him laughing at her through the phone. It was the same way every damn morning, she would end up losing track of time when she talked with him. She never wanted to hang up. “I have to hang up now and drive to work,” she told him, as she locked the front door behind her. She cursed again when she realized she had left her lunch in the fridge. Damn it, she would just have to buy her lunch again today. The guys at the Turkish place around the corner from her office knew her order by heart now, so she might as well go there again. “Drive safe, baby, and don’t speed,” he said in a stern voice, referring to the speeding ticket she got a few weeks ago. “I wouldn’t have to speed if you didn’t turn me on every morning, and come with requests of bringing toys to work,” she snapped back as she got in the car. “Would you rather we not talk in the mornings? I could always leave you alone and not call and wake you up if that suits you better,” he said calmly. “Oh, bite me!” she growled. “Don’t tempt me. But for now, shut up and hang up the phone, and send me a text when you mobil porno are in line to get your coffee.” “Will do, talk soon.” She hung up, not waiting for a response. She tossed the phone on the seat beside her and started the car. As she was driving, she thought about all the things she had to do at work. It was the last couple of days before the end of the fiscal year, and there were deadlines to meet. She was thinking about the conference call she had in about an hour, when her mind started to drift to the toy in her pocket. She was not prude by any stretch of the imagination, but she could honestly say that she had never brought a toy to work before. She could feel herself getting excited just at the thought of it. He had a way of getting her to agree to things she normally would not. His voice made her shiver and lose track of everything else. He made her smile and laugh one minute, and then the next, with a simple sentence, she was lost in her desire for him. She was at work before she realized it. She just shook her head as she turned off the car. Once again, she had driven here in record time and on autopilot, not really remembering the drive. She was preoccupied with thoughts of what he might have planned for her and that toy. She knew that she might put up a bit of a fight, but when it came down to it, she would do as he wanted. It would be as much for her pleasure as for his. She got in line at Tim Horton’s to get her coffee, an extra-large with milk. As she was waiting for her turn to place her order, she brought out her iPhone and sent him a message. Hey baby, I am here now, just in line for my coffee. She could see him typing back right away. He must have been waiting for her. The thought made her smile. Clearly, he was as eager as her for what he had planned. How long is the line? How long will you have to wait? She frowned a bit at his question, but looked ahead of her before typing back. Maybe five minutes… Why? She did not have to wait long for his reply. Reach into your pocket and touch the toy. Feel it with your fingers. She looked around her, and then did as he had asked. She reached into the pocket and felt the smooth surface of the vibrator. In the other hand, she had the phone and saw the next message pop up. Turn it on. She hesitated, not really remembering how loud it was. But there were lots of people talking around her, so they should drown out any noise from the toy. She pressed the little button and felt it vibrate against her fingertips. She typed a quick message back. It’s on. Once again, the response came quick. Imagine how that will feel against your hard clit. She gasped when she saw the message. He knew exactly what to say to throw her off. She was biting her lip as she felt the vibrations against her fingertips. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like. alman porno She could feel the rush of excitement though her body, and her clit started to pulsate in anticipation. She was quickly brought back to reality when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Wanna move ahead there and place your order?” She heard a male voice behind her. She turned around and just stared at the guy that had spoken. She could feel her face flush when she realized she had just been caught thinking about her hard clit instead of moving ahead in line. She tried to come up with something to say, but she was tongue tied. “Daydreaming, eh?” She just nodded at him and moved ahead to place her order. While she was waiting for her coffee, she sent a quick text to him. Great, I was totally caught daydreaming while in line. GRRRRR. The response back was as anticipated. Ha ha. You need to focus, baby. I will leave you alone to work, but I want you to keep your phone close by. I am heading out to get some stuff done. I will talk to you later. She knew that he was right, there was no way she could focus on work if he kept texting her. It was time to get the caffeine into her blood stream, and get the day started. *** Her morning passed by quickly with lots of meetings and tedious paperwork. She was in the middle of a conference call when she heard her phone buzz. She tried to ignore it and focus on what was said on the call, but she couldn’t. She picked it up and saw the message from him. Did you miss me? She smiled and thought that maybe she should make him wait a bit, like he had left her waiting for hours. Let him wonder why she was not responding. She was finishing the call when she heard the phone buzz again. I know what you are doing, and it’s not working. I know that you have seen the message, and I know that you are sitting there itching to reply. The longer you keep this up, the longer it will be before I let you cum. She sneered at the phone when she read the message. She pondered between responding, or letting him wait longer. She knew that if she did take too long, he would, indeed, delay her release. In the process, she would end up begging him to let her cum. Grrrr, fine. Yes, I am here, she finally replied. Now, have you gotten some things done at work? Have you been productive? he inquired. Yes, I have gotten quite a bit done this morning. I just finished a conference call. Good. Is there anyone around you? No, not right now. The other supervisor just went on her lunch. Why? She wondered what he was up to when she heard the phone ring. It was him. “You’re calling?” She could hear the surprise in her own voice. She looked around her to see if anyone could overhear her. “Yes, I wanted to hear your voice. I miss it when I don’t talk to you for a bit.” His voice was soft as he spoke. How did he always manage alexis texas porno to do that? One moment, he was bossy and forceful, and the next, he said things that made her heart flutter. “You are sweet, I miss yours too.” She could feel herself blush. “Trust me, baby, I am not that sweet.” She could hear the smile in his voice and she could imagine him sitting there thinking about what he would make her do this time. She thought about it for a bit. He really wasn’t all that sweet. He had demanded that she take a toy to work, and then turned her on while she waited to get coffee. Then he left her feeling frustrated and waiting for hours. Yeah, sweet was probably not the way to describe him after all. “Fair enough, you got a point,” she responded with a smile. “I am glad you got some work done. Then I won’t feel so guilty when I spend the next little while distracting you,” he continued. “Where is your toy?” The soft gentle voice of his was gone in an instant. “It is still in my pocket, where you told me to keep it.” “Good girl, I love how you will do anything I ask of you.” “I trust you,” she said, softly. And as she said it, she realized that she genuinely did. She would do anything that he wanted, just to please him. She would think about what that meant later, but right now, all she could focus on was his voice. “Good, because you will need to trust me for what I am about to ask you.” She inhaled a quick breath as she heard his statement. She felt a rush of anxiety, lust and pure raw need at his words. He did not wait for her to respond. Her reaction was enough for him to keep going. “I want to watch you cum.” “What do you mean, watch me? You want a picture of me when I cum?” she asked hesitantly. “No, baby, I need to watch you. I want to see your face and your expression as you fight to stay quiet while you sit at your desk, knowing someone could catch you at any moment.” “Wait a minute, do you mean Skype? You want me to turn on the cam, here at work, at my desk?” She realized she had said that a little louder then she probably should have, and looked around to make sure that no one had overheard her. “Yes, I want you to log into Skype and let me see you,” he responded calmly. They had never Skyped before. She had never allowed him to see her lose control like that. She had sent pictures and short videos, yes, but nothing like this. They had talked about it, but never actually found a good time to make it happen. She sure as hell never thought it would be while she was at work. Why was she even thinking about this? But she could not deny that the thought was turning her on. It was making her bite her lip just thinking about it. “I can’t do that,” she whispered back quietly to him, a little surprised at herself that she was saying no. “Of course you can. No one will ever know,” he softly explained to her. “Baby, I need to see your beautiful eyes as you cum, while I am stroking. You make me so fucking hard and throbbing, and if I can’t feel you cum around my hard cock, at least let me see you.” His words washed over her, and made her blood boil and surge through her veins.

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I don’t know if I should relate this story as it happened to us or if I should write it for the readers that weren’t there, you know, all that past tense, present tense stuff. It’s a true story though so I just apologize in advance for screwing up the tenses but hope you can enjoy it anyway. If it hadn’t just happened last night, I’d have spent more time on it but I needed to get it down on paper.

* * * * *

I don’t know if it was a shock but it was certainly not something I ever thought I’d hear her say.

Bianca and I had been out to dinner with some friends that were visiting from Europe. It was about 10 p.m. as we walked across town to the parking garage.

“Let’s go to one of those strip joints…”

“what?” I asked her… “you know. A topless place…” Fact was I didn’t know any, I hadn’t been to one and had no idea where to look, I was open to the idea of finding one although exceptionally shocked that she’d asked me point blank like that.

A guy joined us on the edge of the kerb, waiting for the walk light, I asked him if he knew where the nearest topless bar/strip joint/gogo place was… he was polite but assured in his “no” reply.

I looked back at Bianca who was clinging to a lamppost laughing out loud…”what?” I asked her…”you jerk” she replied… “only you would ask a gay guy…”

” I didn’t know he’s gay, how the hell do you know he is?…”

“you stupid fool” she chided me as she flagged down a cab then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I figured she had a sense for these things and let it slide as she told me how she loved me, still laughing as she scooted over in the back seat.

The next five minutes passed very quickly, I laughed at myself and with her without knowing why, we were having a good time. The cab deposited us at a place we’ll remember as “our Saturday club.”

We were met at the entrance by a huge bouncer, he took the required cover charge and we descended the stairs still laughing for some reason that I don’t recall and probably couldn’t if I tried to, I think we were just happy and laughing!. We were met at the bottom of the stairs by a hostess. She escorted us to a small round table close to the stage and about 20 feet from the bar. She asked us what we’d like to drink before retreating to get the same. On reflection, the hostess was drop dead gorgeous but when your date belongs on the front cover of every magazine ever published, one tends not to notice these things.

It was just a minute or two before she returned but it afforded me the chance to ask her what we were doing here. “I just wanted to explore the first steps” she replied… “explain please…”

“well, we’re forever talking about another man, another woman, another couple or whatever, I just thought it might be cool to find a place that we would be allowed to look at other people without feeling obligated…” all was clear, I understood and agreed… “besides” you added “I want to see how you would react when another woman is in your face.”

I think she’d shocked me like this maybe twice in all our time together but it was usually well cimcif gaziantep escort planned, I gave the customary choking, chest beating reaction, it was enough but not enough, I somehow knew she had more in mind.

The first minutes had passed, we relaxed a little, the hostess came back with drinks and a pile of dollar bills that would have been better positioned under the fourth leg of the table.

Sensing that I had no idea about the rules or etiquette, the hostess was kind enough to explain the way things worked… Dollar singles, two’s or anything more were appreciated, a lap dance was thirty five, the champagne lounge was about one fifty with a cheap Moet or up to six hundred if we were in need of Cristal.

It seemed as if Bianca would not stop giggling, almost as if she was more comfortable here than I was, upon reflection, she was, she was enjoying my embarrassment but more than ready to lead me out of it.

It was now that we actually began to look at the dancers, I leaned back more in the chair, relaxed a little bit, she clearly felt and enjoyed my relaxation. I gave appreciative glances and spent liberally, we squoze hands as we watched the dancers, that meant a lot to me, we whispered to each other and kissed lightly, after about four dancers I began to ask her what she liked about each one. She was easily encouraged to slip them the dollars, she told me how she liked their breasts, the way they danced, the shape of their bodies and as we leaned closer together her hand came into mine, I asked her what she would like to do with them… The floodgates opened, she described every rude, crude, sex filled thought that men have ever had about being with two women. Now it was all my treat… her hand led mine to my crotch, almost beneath the table but certainly not obviously…as the next dancer approached us, she left it cradling my cock as she handed over a generous tip… “I know you’d like to fuck her darling…but tell me how…” Ordinarily I’d have choked but we were on a different plane now… I looked deeply into her eyes and replied curtly but explicitly…”I’d like to fuck her doggie style while she eats you…”her small hand attempted to crush my big one as her eyes closed slightly… “I’m getting so fucking wet” she announced it matter of factly, I didn’t react, leaning back a little further I put an arm around her shoulders and motioned to our hostess. As I did so I took in a panoply of men, all there, all alone, the staff were almost exclusively women, the clientele was all male, except for Bianca.

The hostess returned with our drinks, I asked her if they took Amex, of course they did… “may we go to the champagne lounge please?”

“Of course, who would you like to go with?”

I pointed out one girl and asked Bianca to choose the other, as she caught the gaze of several of the girls it was as if they were all longing to be chosen, she looked back at me, put her head against my neck and whispered that she didn’t want three girls to one man… I understood immediately, was I stupid for even asking? Either way, cimcif gaziantep escort bayan I managed a fumbled acknowledgement and we moved on.. ” what would you like Darling?…”

“the guy all alone by the corner of the bar…”

“go get him then”

“you sure”

“I’m sure if you’re sure”

“I’m not sure”

“I think you’re sure, you’re just not confident enough to ask him”

“That’s what I wanted to explain” I motioned to the hostess, she was close by, waiting for some decisions…I asked her if she’d be kind enough to arrange for the stranger to join us in the champagne lounge…she was happy to at least try to oblige, she suggested that we took the stairs and that she’d take care of the rest, we took the stairs.

We arrived upstairs and were shown in to a cozy room, two oversized sofas and a coffee table but not much else beyond the music that was pumped in from downstairs. Our champagne was brought in by the leggy beauty that I’d spotted downstairs, she was stunning, she looked as if she belonged in dreams, maybe she did or does but on this day she was with us and sharing our own dream, I instantly thought about fucking her and knew before my heart made the next beat that I wanted Bianca more than life. The only questions concerned whether or not Bianca wanted me to fuck this woman, whether she wanted to fuck her, whether she wanted to share her, what she wanted to do with the stranger from the bar etc. etc..So many questions, I needed to let go of all of them and take the ride to wherever it ended… Our hired help was clearly happy to be making whatever she made on such occasions. She closed the door a second before the stranger opened it. He came in and announced his surprise at being invited up here, he introduced himself as Ted, the girl introduced herself as Erica… he and she seemed genuinely friendly and potentially good company, it turned out to be that way… a tap on the door and the hostess was there with four champagne flutes… She returned my Amex card and asked if I had an upper limit on the spending. I asked her for twenty five thousand in cash and told her that I’d sign the bill if she could bring it back. I was thinking that maybe we’d spend a couple of grand but I wasn’t going to be embarrassed into signing multiple bills and I’d be happier to redeposit the cash the next day.

It was Bianca’s idea and by now it was her night. We settled back on the sofa as Erica began to dance for us, Ted helped himself to champagne, lost his jacket and tie, then his shoes, he relaxed completely and then for some unknown and stupid reason, he insisted on sharing the tab. I told him not to even think about it, that we were here to party and that the tab didn’t matter. He laughed and leaned back, Bianca let go of herself as Erica entertained the room.

Biance lifted her right knee out wide on the sofa and hiked her dress up over her thighs to her waist, she leaned in to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on her right thigh, she is so fucking gorgeous to behold but feeling her makes me know that blindness escort gaziantep cimcif would be acceptable.

Her thong barely covered her pussy but it was all too easy to push against it as Erica danced before us. She let her head fall back and her eyes fall forward on Erica, my fingers circled and chased whatever feelings her pussy needed to find. About five feet away and directly opposite us, Ted was controlled in his own attentions to Erica, she gyrated herself, leaned herself towards us as her cunt displayed itself in Ted’s direction. (I hate the word “cunt” but sometimes I can’t find the appropriate substitute and on those occasions “cunt” is just fine.)

The music turned her around and now it was our turn to see her. It was as if she flowered before us, thin slips of lips, thin streams of wetness and then her fingers danced on her snatch… she opened herself and all I wanted to do was fuck… Bianca’s legs opened wider, her hand undid my zipper, her tongue was being bitten between her teeth… Erica was hairless, totally bald, her ass was bald, her pussy was bald, her sex was perfect, lips full, lips to suck, fuck and remember forever… She opened them and inserted a finger as she danced before us… She reached out her arms to Ted’s thighs and bent herself at the waist… I stared at Bianca, she was there but lost, fingering herself now, two fingers appearing and disappearing rapidly inside her pussy, the thin lace covering her snatch pulled to one side… she caught my gaze “fuck her” she said through glazed eyes…

“did you just tell me to fuck her?” I asked…

“yes” she made it clear. Erica’s hands were busy releasing Ted’s cock as I stood. My pants dropped, I held her hips and impaled myself inside her dripping wet sex. Two strokes had me deep. She felt so fucking tight…hot, wet, like home…She rode with me but it was never going to be a long affair. I came inside her as Ted came in her mouth. I thought for a fleeting moment that I would have liked to cum forever as Bianca watched me, how I might have liked to pull out my cock while still cumming and offer it to her… I’ll keep hold of that thought as this time it was just not meant to be… However, there was a lot of cum and she hungrily thrust backwards to meet every stroke but her own orgasm was a long way from close. With weak knees I fell back into our sofa, Bianca looked at me and then fell into my lap, she sucked the cum and pussy juice from my cock and almost kept me on the right side of erection for about three minutes.

Erica turned to us with Ted’s cum dripping from her lips, the smiles we offered told her that whatever she had in mind would be just fine… She approached Bianca, amazingly she straddled Bianca’s face and this beautiful woman of mine finally got to drown inside a pussy. I watched as Ted watched and as the girls seemed to scream together I responded with an almost motionless agreement to Ted’s stare… he went down on Bianca as Erica fucked Bianca’s face… It was precious to see, to witness, to be a part of but their screams were amazing, Erica’s orgasm probably shook the dance floor downstairs, as I recount this tale I see it all so vividly and know how unforgettable it will always be.

That was the beginning, things went on for about two hours but the shock of the initial reality was what made that evening so memorable, Erica said that she wanted to stay there forever, Bianca said that she wanted her bed, I said that I needed to pay the bill…Ted said not to worry, he owned the place.

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Roller Coaster Ride

Chapter 11: Recovery, Retribution, and New Jobs

Tuesday, January 5

Up at 6 am, I search our bedroom and find Katy’s iPhone in her suitcase, fully discharged. I expected that because it immediately goes to voicemail. I take her phone and a wall charger with me. At 8:45, the boys are with their grandmother, who only asks that I tell the nurses to tell her daughter she loves her.

I plug Katy’s phone into the car charger, pick Joyce up, and then call a man I’ve been friends with for many years. He’s a junior partner in a bad-ass law firm, and after socializing appropriately, I tell him to bill me because he’s now on retainer as my attorney and as the attorney for Joyce. I describe the problem in basic detail only, and ask if there is any way to either force them to let me see her, or force them to let me see her records. He says not quickly, but I should try this. He lays out a plan, I thank him, he wishes me luck and says to let him know what happens because we do have legal avenues, but they take time; we hang up.

I give Joyce the code and tell her to check Katy’s phone: I don’t want anything on it that would cause her to regress. All she finds is messages and voicemails expressing concern and wishing her well. All are from the dancers, her parents, Joyce, or me, except one from Dub. It’s sweet and teasing, so we leave it too.

At the hospital, we find out that Katy is in a new room on a restricted floor, so we ride the elevator up to her. We get off as if we know what we’re doing; I have a vase of flowers in one hand and her phone and charger in the other, while Joyce has a box of chocolates. We look innocuous, and we find her room quickly; unfortunately, a nurse working on a chart beside her room looks at us suspiciously.

She’s middle age and pretty, but her look is cold “Who are you, and why are you here?” “We’re here to see Katy; I’m her husband, this is her best friend, Joyce,” I reply flippantly.

She looks at her chart and finds Joyce’s name, and her face softens. Then she looks at me with ice and fire “You are the husband: Tim? You, sir, are specifically barred from seeing her!”

There is a female doctor, slightly older and even prettier, who’s watching and listening at the next station. I look Nurse Briles directly in the eyes and move a little closer, into her space. “I can tell you think I’m responsible, but let me say this clearly, just once: I’m not responsible for her condition! When she left me at 1 am to ‘be with her friends,’ she was happy and healthy, if not wise.

“When I found her the next morning this was the condition she was in; she refused medical care until two days later. The reason I’m on her do-not list is because she’s embarrassed and humiliated by her actions that night, not because of anything I did. Is that clear enough?”

Joyce steps up “Everything he says is true. He’s a good man, and she’s normally a good woman, but that night she drove off into a ditch; we just want to help her out.”

The nurse looks less hostile, but coolly says, “I can’t help you. Only Mrs. Kelly can approve visitors,” and looks at the doctor. The doc puts her chart down, steps over and shakes our hands, saying “I’m Doctor Charles, one of Mrs. Kelly’s medical providers. Let’s step into the conference room across the hall.”

We take seats around a table and Dr. Charles earnestly says, “I overheard your conversation with the nurse. I can’t change her orders, but perhaps you can tell me something that will help us in our treatment. Please go over the circumstances of that night.”

Joyce and I take turns briefing her, providing enough background to gives perspective. We take her through the first dance at the county fair, the offer, the practices and performance, to New Year’s Eve, and thence the morning after. The doctor takes many notes, but makes eye contact as often as possible.

After asking a few clarifying questions, she asks if there is anything else we could tell her to help with Katy’s treatment. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I tell her that the dance at the fairgrounds seems to be the seminal moment, the watershed. Before that, she was a very different person.

She asks in what ways; I reply, “She’s always been gorgeous, she’s always had persistent admirers, and she’s been a very sexual woman since I’ve known her. The change is that she’s been a one-woman man from the day we met until recently. Yes, she sometimes flirted back, but it never went beyond light flirting. Now… well, you heard.

“What would cause a sudden personality change like that?”

As the story played out I read a change in her demeanor and in her eyes; she believes us, and she’s sympathetic. She’s also curious about the sudden change, and tells me she is going to look into it.

“As to visiting your wife, unfortunately, my hands are tied” she says, “I can’t let you in to see her, Mr. Kelly, even though I think it would be good for her.” eve gelen gaziantep escort We plead to no avail, but then she asks about the iPhone. I tell her I charged it and she has a bunch of missed calls and messages of concern.

She takes us both into the hall, calls the nurse over, and tells her in a meaningful way to go check on a patient down the hall. The nurse nods knowingly and leaves. Doctor Charles tells Joyce “Let’s go back into the conference room; I have some more questions for you.” Turning to me, she tellingly gives me very specific orders. “Tim, you stay here. We will be back in 15 minutes, when the nurses do rounds again.”

I wait patiently for them to close the door, and then stealthily enter Katy’s room. There is a short hall; I can only see her feet under the blankets until I get into the room. She’s awake, but looks dazed. She stares at me for a moment and mumbles in a tiny voice “Why are you here? I don’t want you here” while turning her head away from me.

I move beside her bed, hold up the phone, and in an excited, happy voice, explain, “I brought you flowers, and your iPhone and charger; I thought it would give you something to do while you recover.”

“Please don’t be kind to me,” she pleads, still looking away, and mumbles in a dead voice, “I don’t deserve it.”

“Well, you may or may not DESERVE kindness, my love, or the love of your sons, parents, family, and friends, but you have it, so get over yourself!” She closes her eyes, steels her face, and turns back to me “Don’t say that. If you knew what I did you would hate me, and so would they.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you did — they videoed the whole night, and I’ve seen the video. Am I happy about it? Hell no! Do I agree that you fucked up big time? Hell yes! Do I hate you? No, I don’t, and if you think your friends and I are going to let you wallow in pity and shut us out, well, hell no, we’re not!”

I took a couple of deep breaths, calmed myself, and continued in a kinder, gentler way.

“Your mom said to tell you hello and she loves you and wants you to get well. The boys sent you ‘kissies and hugs’ and said they want you home to read them nighttime stories and tuck them in. Your dancers all said to tell you to get well soon so y’all can practice, and Joyce is outside waiting to see you. So wallowing alone in self-pity really isn’t an option, sweetheart.”

She starts crying hard, with deep sobs, clutching at the sheets and tossing her head from side to side. I let it go on for several minutes, letting her cry it out. As the sobs slow, I say, “Katy, what you did is in the past; it’s the future that matters now. One spectacular fuck-up in a lifetime of being a good girl and doing good things for people is allowed. Just vow to keep it at one and go on with your life. Those that loved you then still do, and everyone else can go to hell.

“But you need to start moving forward today: you need to raise your head, square your shoulder, and take responsibility for your actions, but you also need to realize those unfortunate events are in the past, and plot the future you want. Your doctors can help, your friends want to help, your family wants to help, and I want to help. Can you do your part?”

She begins sobbing again, for another several minutes, then calms. I stand beside her, brush the hair from her face, and touch my finger to her lips “I love you” I say quietly “Do you still love me?” She shuts her eyes tightly, shakes her head up and down, and says “Yes! But I don’t deserve your love!!!”

I reply in a solemn voice, “You don’t, and I don’t deserve your love either, and neither of us deserves God’s love, nor the good friends we have. Fortunately, you don’t get what you deserve; you get what God gives you, and that includes forgiveness if you ask Him.

“Starting right now, make a vow to fight the demons that are taking the sparkle from your eyes and the joy from your heart; set some goals for each day, and bust your ass to reach them. Only you and your Savior can do this, but you’re doing it for him and for the many who love you, so get started! We need you, and we need you sooner rather than later!”

She takes a deep, halting breath, then another, and then a third, with her eyes still shut. Then she opens them, pets my hand, and says “Thank you.” She stares at me with timorous puppy dog eyes, looking for the disgust she just knows is there.

It is, but it’s hidden behind the wall I’ve erected. I smile at her, and softly tell her, “All we want is for you to get well. If you do that, we can sort everything else out, and get on with our lives. Get well, get healthy, get strong, and it will all work out, sweetheart.”

Joyce stuck her head inside the door and warned, “They are making their rounds, Tim; you need to get out of there or you’ll get Dr. Charles in trouble.” I lean down to kiss her, but she turns her head away “Let me get well, healthy, gaziantep eve gelen escort and strong first, please. I’m not sure about my…condition.”

I rub her face gently, put my finger on her lips, and tell her “I’ll honor your wishes, so goodbye for now, but I’ll see you soon. Vaya con Dios.” I plug in her phone; lay it on the bed table, and leave. Joyce came in, giving me the palms-up sign for ‘how is she’; I just nod and walk away.

Plopping myself in a chair down the hall by the elevators, I sit and wait, my emotions feuding with my rational brain for control. A half-hour later Joyce returns with a smile, announcing, “I have no idea what you said, but I think she’s turned the corner. She cried and cried, but then she stopped and seemed determined to get well. She’s certain you will always hate her, she’s aghast that you’ve seen the video and knows you won’t ever trust her again, but she says she will open up to her psychiatrist, Dr. Charles, and her counselor. We’ll have to see, but I’m much more optimistic now!”

“Good to hear” I reply “I actually don’t hate her, but ‘trust her’…no, not now. Maybe someday, but I can’t see it.”

Joyce pleads, “Please don’t tell her that, at least not yet. She needs hope more than anything, and the one she betrayed the most is the one she feels the worst about.”

“Oh, I won’t, but the one she betrayed is herself; that’s the real problem” I respond.

Joyce mulls that, and remembers, “Oh, and the nurse said to tell you she’s sorry she jumped to conclusions, that it’s just hard watching that sweet girl suffer, and she thought you were the cause.” I consider that, and ask “Wouldn’t it be ironic if I proved to be the cure?”

We laughed and got into the SUV. “Joyce, tomorrow I’m sending her some family pictures. She needs to focus on her sons and all the others who care, not just on her and me. She disregarded everyone in her life, not just her husband. I’ll survive without a wife, maybe even prosper, but sons without their mother, and parents without their daughter…tough rows to hoe.

“My greatest concern now is that she receives the treatment and counseling that she needs, that she engages in it with the fervor she showed when putting the dance performance together. Well, and in most everything she else she has done in her life. If she does, we will soon know the ‘content of her character’ and the direction this can go. Right now, that is all that matters, so that’s what we focus on.

“What she did that night was wrong in a ‘moral’ sense, but her actions were troubling on a much higher level than ‘moral judgement’. She knowingly forced me away and engaged in dangerous behavior that goes far beyond what I thought her limits were. If she was testing her limits, or scratching an itch, that’s one thing; but if that is her new normal, that is a very different thing. Don’t you agree?”

Joyce looked at me curiously: “Leave it to you to take a ‘world view’ of all this. Most men couldn’t see beyond her cheating.”

“Well, for one thing that’s not the first time for her, or for me, to cheat, on our marriage vows, and it’s all happened, to the best of my knowledge, within the last month. No, I’m not adjudging her on having partners — albeit multiple partners — other than her husband that night.

“I’m pretty sure you remember: I — we – engaged in similar activities. But there are differences; I was with people I know well in a controlled environment, and I said nor did anything to disparage my wife or our marriage. The actions of both our groups were ‘morally questionable’ and mine were just as far outside the bounds of matrimony as hers were. We were all consenting adults, including those she was with, so there are a lot of equivalents. But I’ll let you view the video, and you can tell me if you see the cause of my greater concern” I explained.

Joyce looked straight ahead “I’m not sure I want to: I saw the results. Is it as bad as she looked?”

I look straight ahead and nonchalantly reply, “Worse, actually; graphic detail in living color, close-ups, filmed for their hard-core porn site, with acts I’ve never even seen before, even on porn. And then there are her responses to Malcom’s questions. I could seriously have killed everyone involved after I watched it, so you are seeing a much more sanguine Tim a couple of days later. Doesn’t mean I don’t have malice in my heart, but the threat of imminent murder has subsided…at least toward her…somewhat.”

We change the subject for the sake of maintaining my equilibrium while driving, and in an hour, we’re back in town. I drop her off with more profuse thanks, and we promise to keep in touch until we go back Thursday night after in-service training at school. I go home, make another copy of the disk for Joyce, and watch it again; it might be worse this time, because I know it’s coming before it happens. Even though she was drugged, she’s still gaziantep eve gelen escort bayan responsible because she chose to abandon me in favor of having fun with her friends, who turned out to be predators.

That they drugged and abused her, filmed it, and planned to turn her into a porn slut, however, is on them, and those mother fuckers are going to pay!!!!

Far from a techy, I do know how to set up so my URL is buried and I’m bouncing off servers all over the globe. Dissatisfied with what I do know, I call a friend who is a certified tech nerd genius. He’s curious about what I want to do, but excited that I called him for help. He tells me true anonymity is my goal, and tells me how that is accomplished, step-by-step. It’s complicated enough that I have to take notes, even as I follow his instructions.

He adds that if I need a friend on the dark web for any reason, call him; he can get anything, or hire anyone I’d need. I tell him I’ll probably be back in touch: what I’ve got in mind is illegal, but no physical events will occur, just intimidation. He laughingly tells me I have no idea what he does for a living; bring it on! No one will ever know but us, he promises! “In fact,” he assures me, “don’t worry about this phone call; it’s been scrambled and scrubbed already. He’s sending me a link in a totally innocuous email, and orders me to use it from now on when I need to contact him.

The world in which he resides is dark, intimidating, and frightening to someone like me who doesn’t transgress there. I knew he was a genius when we first met as freshmen, and I can’t say I was surprised when he dropped out as a sophomore; he had been impatient from the start with ‘higher learning’ that was far beneath him. I was surprised, however, that he kept in touch and always provided me with contact info. Luckily, I had identified that info in my contacts with only the initials of my nickname for him, so few if any would ever know.

After his enlightenment regarding his daily routine, I wonder how I “erase it” from everything, including disks, cloud, or wherever, in case he ever gets caught. Mentally resolving to ask him about that the next time we speak makes me realize he has probably already done it. He is one of the least physically intimidating persons you have ever seen, and yet, in his own way he is terrifying.

I check emails and find a senseless one that looks like a scam, but has a code word — the name of our dorm at UT. I open it, some stuff happens, and a box opens. I type my message, provide the contact information for the targets, and send. The original email disappears, but a box appears that tells me how to bring the box back up, and warns that this message will destruct in 10 seconds; it does.

I go to pick up the boys: they and their granny and gramps are thrilled that I talked to mommy, and that she’s getting better! I tell them that she sends her love, says she will be home as soon as the doctors will let her, but she is still recovering so she can’t take phone calls yet. I assure them that she has her mobile and will call us when they let her!

Yes, it sounds hinky and unlikely, but everyone wanted good news so they swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. Her parents insisted on taking us out to eat at my favorite local café, which forced to make up more shit to feed them so they will remain patient.

Telling them their daughter is in the psych ward with contagious STDs and injuries to her throat, vagina, and anus isn’t an option, so I talk about doctors being uncertain about her diagnosis. She may have the flu and/or an upper respiratory infection, and they are concerned that she may also be developing pneumonia or a bronchial infection, so they are running more tests. Overall, however, she is improving, and the doctors are confident she will get well. I mean, what else can I do?

Supper was actually quite good, the boys are happy when I take them home and bathe them, and are ready for bed early. Unfortunately, I haven’t even been by the school yet, and I’ve got a faculty meeting at 9 am to introduce myself. Oh well, I assure myself, I’ve winged it before, so I’m ready for this. I confirm that Betsy is expecting the boys tomorrow, send an email to the elementary faculty and staff group, and then go to sleep; I again sleep well, everything considered.

Wednesday, January 6

Up at five, I’m refreshed and hyped up like it’s game day. Everything is ready when I awaken the boys at six. After an early breakfast, I take them by Betsy’s, and they immediately begin playing. Betsy looks fetching in a little housedress that discloses her shapely curves and legs better than her norm; I compliment her, and tell her I may be a little late; first day and all. She says not to worry, Gary has gone hunting for a few days, so whenever is fine; she will feed them if they get hungry. I head to school thinking that sounded almost like an invitation, but I need to get focused.

Asshole Williams’s office is a mess, of course. Not the ‘just moved out mess’, but a purposeful mess. I ignore it and go stand where I can greet the faculty as they arrive for a workday. The kids are off for the stock show the next two days, but the faculty and staff have to work. I ordered a continental breakfast for the elementary staff at supper last night, and the café folks arrive to set it up in the cafetorium right on time.

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“Annabelle,” the blonde’s voice trembled, “what are you doing?”

Annabelle’s lips curved up giving way to a smirk. “Relax, Eva,” she whispered, reassuringly. “Just trust me.”

The two sisters were standing in one of the many towers of Duome’s castle facing the sea. The bright, summer sun shined over the kingdom. Ships were docked around the walls of the castle and the people of Duome were going about their day as peacefully as ever.

“O-okay?” Eva wasn’t sure what her sister wanted her to do. She let the redhead take her wrists in her hands. Annabelle turned around, her back against her sister’s large, soft breasts, the Queen’s arms trapped between Annabelle’s arms and her chest. She stood facing the sea imagining her sister’s arms being her own. Annabelle chewed on her lower lip. She had always wanted to try this!

Annabelle turned her head slightly. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curved up in a very provocative grin. “Use your magic, Eva,” Annabelle whispered. “I want to know what it’s like to be you.”

Eva tilted her head with a confused look drawn across her face. “Why? These powers have been only a burden my whole life.”

Annabelle pursed her lips. She turned around facing Eva. “Eva, your powers are not a burden. You’re not a burden.” Annabelle chewed on her lower lip again, winking at her beautiful, blonde sister. “Besides, don’t think I don’t hear you at night with those low, quiet moans coming from your bed. Ever since we moved our bedrooms together, I always wake up to you sounding very pleased.”

Eva felt a flush rush up her neck and then her face grew warm. “Annabelle, that… those mo—”

Annabelle put a finger up to Eva’s lips, silencing her. “I know why you moan at night.” She brought her face mere centimeters from Eva’s face and brought her voice down to a near murmur. “It’s the same reason why I moan when I’m alone.”

Annabelle’s warm breath crossing her lips caused a shiver to run down the Queen’s spine. All Eva had wanted since she had been forced to take the title of Queen upon her parents’ death was to be with her. Her dream stood right in front of her. She could lean forward and kiss her!

“Now,” said Annabelle, turning back around, “let me experience your magic powers!” Eva yanked her arms out from between Annabelle’s arms and her chest. “Eva! Wh—”

Eva brought her own finger up to the Princess’s lips, now silencing her. “I know of a better way for you to experience my magic touch—er, I mean, powers!” She grinned, alluringly.

Annabelle’s lips curved up in a devilish grin. Eva placed her hand on Annabelle’s cheek and she brought her lips next to her sister’s. “My Queen,” Annabelle whispered, seductively.

Eva let out a quiet moan as their lips touched. Annabelle was surprised at the brisk coldness of her sister’s lips. It was shocking, but it didn’t make the kiss feel any less satisfying. Tiny ice crystals formed around Annabelle’s lips where her sister’s lips were touching her own. Eva was passionate about her kissing.

Annabelle brought her hands up to Eva’s cheeks and held them. She opened her mouth allowing the Queen access. Eva didn’t hesitate. She stuck her tongue in her sister’s mouth and tasted her as they continued to kiss.

When they parted lips Annabelle exhaled, dazed and happy. She could see her breath even though the weather was far too warm for it to be seen. Eva grabbed Annabelle’s wrist and she ran down the tower. Annabelle pulled herself out of her dazed state. “Where are we going,” she yelled to her sister.

Eva stopped running and looked at her sister, biting her lower lip with seduction strewn across her face and laced in her voice. “To the Queen’s bedchamber. She has work to do.” She winked at Annabelle. Annabelle blushed as a huge smile graced her lips. Eva took off again, holding her sister’s wrist tightly. Annabelle didn’t hesitate to follow.

# # #

Annabelle lay in bed next to her sister rubbing her sore jaw. “I was not expecting that to happen.”

Eva sighed, peacefully. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips curved up in a huge grin. Her blonde hair had been undone from its braid and it was laying everywhere beneath her. She basked in her afterglow.

Annabelle continued to rub her jaw. Her leg was curled around her sister’s leg under the blankets of the Queen’s bed. She curled her toes, running her trimmed toenails along her sister’s exposed skin. Eva shivered, keeping the peaceful look sewn to her face. gaziantep bayan eskort Immediately, goose bumps covered her flawless skin.

Annabelle parted her hand from her jaw. “You like that,” she teased. Eva’s hand slowly made its way to Annabelle’s thigh hidden under the blankets. When her soft hand touched her thigh, Annabelle jumped. “Oh,” she squealed in surprise. “Eva!”

The Queen turned her head so she was facing Annabelle. She was chewing on her lower lip as she gazed into her sister’s beautiful, green eyes. Annabelle knew the look. It was the same look she had received no more than half an hour ago. Annabelle grinned at Eva. “You’re being a naughty Queen,” Annabelle teased.

Eva moved her hand slightly up Annabelle’s thigh. Annabelle felt a tingling sensation course through her body. It settled in her pussy. Annabelle brought her thighs together, pinning the Queen’s soft and elegant hand between them. Eva tried removing her hand but her sister’s hold was too strong. Eva furrowed her brow.

“You got me with this maneuver the first time,” Annabelle whispered, seduction dripping from her voice. “It’s my turn.” She winked at her Queen as a devilish grin crossed her lips.

Eva cocked an eyebrow and bit her lower lip.

Annabelle turned over to face her sister. She placed her hand on her sister’s side, just below her breast. She leaned forward and brought her lips to her sister’s. They were wet and luscious and soft. The sisters moaned in each other’s mouths. Eva parted her lips slightly and Annabelle let her tongue explore her sister’s hot, wet mouth.

Annabelle leaned her body over on Eva’s as she pinned her sister beneath her. She brought her hand upwards until it rested on Eva’s breast. She squeezed it gently, feeling her sister’s nipple harden in her palm. She pinched and twisted the nipple between her index finger and her thumb, causing Eva to moan even more into Annabelle’s mouth. The red head brought her leg between the Queen’s thighs and pressed her knee into her wet, swollen pussy. Eva broke away from the kiss, gasping in pleasure.

Annabelle bit her lower lip enjoying her sister’s pleased expression. “Oh, Your Majesty,” Annabelle moaned, purposely addressing her sister with her hierarchy, “you look so beautiful beneath me.”

Annabelle ground her knee harder into her sister’s wet opening. Eva arched her back bringing her breasts out from under the blankets. They were flushed and swollen as well. Her erect nipples stood high like thimbles. Annabelle took a breast in each hand and as she ground harder into her sister’s juicy cunt with her knee; she twisted and teased the nipples. Eva’s moans increased in volume and as she continued to thrust her knees into her sister’s pussy, the oak-made headboard of the Queen’s bed beat against the wall adding to the Queen’s loud moans.

The princess couldn’t stop— wouldn’t stop! She wanted to see her cumming again. Her hands clenched tightly around Eva’s soft, full breasts and each time her knee thrust into her pussy she could feel her sister’s cold juices leaking out of her cunt. “That’s right,” Annabelle whispered in a moan, “cum for your dirty, little sister. Cum for me like you’ve always wanted to. Cover me in your icy, cunt juices!”

Annabelle’s dirty talked pushed Eva over the edge. Eva arched her back high and screamed out in pleasure as her icy juices splashed out of her cunt and onto Annabelle’s thrusting knee. Eva dropped her back to the bed again and panted as pleasure consumed her from the inside. Annabelle removed her leg from between Eva’s thighs. She placed her legs on either side of her sister. The Queen rested perfectly between the princess’s legs.

Annabelle bent her arms bringing her face ever so close to her sister’s. She pouted her lips, brushing them against Eva’s. “I wasn’t expecting my tongue to get stuck down there earlier,” she whispered, grinning, as she pictured herself eating her sister’s beautiful cunt.

“You wanted to experience my magical powers,” Eva teased, sex radiating from her voice as she chewed on her lower lip. “For some reason, my cunt is always icy cold.”

Annabelle smiled. “I wonder if it works the other way…”

Eva cocked an eyebrow. Annabelle grabbed her sister’s head and shoved it under the blankets until it rested beneath her own damp pussy. Annabelle lowered her hips. The icy sensation filled her pussy as she curled her gaziantep eskort bayan toes and rolled her eyes in ecstasy. Princess Annabelle let out a deep moan.

Eva wasted no time at all licking her sister’s cunt. She wrapped her lips around Annabelle’s wet vulva and probed her tight, pink hole with her tongue. Annabelle bounced her hips, riding Eva’s tongue as if she were riding a cock – at least that’s what she assumed it was like to fuck a cock. While she liked her supposed fiancée as a friend, she never saw him as anything more. Her true love was with women, and while fucking the maids from time-to-time was fun, her true passion and love lay with her sister, the Queen of Duome, Eva.

“Oh yes,” Annabelle groaned between clenched teeth. “Suck my pussy, Eva. Suck it!”

Eva did as she was told. She began sucking her sister’s pussy lips while trying to keep up with Annabelle’s bouncing hips. She finally lifted her hands and gripped them tightly around her sister’s thighs. She prevented Annabelle from bouncing any further and kept her lips glued to her sister’s pussy.

Annabelle’s fingers curled, grasping the sheets of her sister’s bed, and her back arched. Her wild, red hair fell all around her shoulders and her face was drenched in sweat, her body glistened with it. Her hanging breasts were flushed and full and her pussy was swollen beyond belief. She desperately wanted to cum!

“Fuck! Make me cum, Eva! Make your dirty, little sister cum all over your pretty, regal mouth!”

Eva moaned at her sister’s words. She slid the flat of her tongue up Annabelle’s slit and to her clit. She took the engorged organ between her lips and began to suck on it hard. Annabelle’s jaw hung slack as she quivered with bated breath. “Fuh… Fuh… Fuck! Right there, Eva! Right there! Don’t you fucking stop!”

Eva’s trimmed nails dug into her sister’s tender flesh. She left red marks on Annabelle’s skin. She kept sucking at the clit and then finally she let loose of Annabelle’s thighs. Annabelle’s whole body trembled. Eva brought a hand to Annabelle’s cunt and slid a finger through her wet folds. She lubricated the digit with her sister’s wetness and then gently let the finger disappear inside of Annabelle.

“Oh my God!” Annabelle screamed. She bounced her hips yet again, this time bouncing her pussy up and down on Eva’s finger. Eva was clamped tightly to her sister’s clit, so no matter how hard she bounced her hips, Eva was not coming loose.

Annabelle’s quivered and her pussy clenched tightly around the invading finger. This was it. She was ready to cum. “Oh, fuck!” Annabelle screamed and Eva pulled her finger out from her sister and removed her lips from Annabelle’s tender clit. As she did, a river of warm fluid splashed out of Annabelle’s pussy and drenched Eva’s face, blonde hair, and bed sheets. Eva shrieked not expecting that amount of cum to eject from her sister’s pussy.

# # #

Annabelle sighed, peacefully. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips curved up in a huge grin. She had the same satisfied look strewn on her face as the Queen had had only twenty minutes ago. Her body was numb, but the pleasurable sensations still occupied her mind.

Her sister lay beside her, grimacing. Her lips glistened. They were coated in her sister’s juices. Those same juices ran down the sides of her cheeks and dampened her hair beneath her. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything other than grimace and breathe.

Annabelle sighed pleasantly, again. “Eva, that was amazing,” Annabelle rejoiced. “I wasn’t aware I was capable of such a thing. You really are the Queen!”

Queen Eva just lay beside her sister and said nothing.

Annabelle’s body started to regain feeling as a tingling sensation coursed through her. She shivered from head to toe. The satisfied redhead rolled over on her side facing her sister. “Oh, come on, Eva,” she said, doing her best to cheer her sister up, “you did an amazing job!” Annabelle rested her hand on the Queen’s breast and rolled her erect nipple between her index finger and her thumb.

Eva parted her lips to take in a breath. Strings of her sister’s sticky cum stretched from one lip to the other. She slowly licked her lips, tasting her sister’s juices. Her grimace slowly faded from her face as her eyes narrowed in pleasure at the taste.

Annabelle grinned. “Do you like the way I taste,” she whispered, seductively.

Eva eskort gaziantep bayan turned her head to Annabelle. Her face was dripping with her sister’s cum. “I do,” Eva replied with the same seductive tone as her sister. She brought her lips to Annabelle’s and forced her tongue into the princess’s mouth. Their tongues danced together as they swapped saliva and Annabelle’s fluid. Annabelle couldn’t resist letting a moan escape her. She brought her hands up to the Queen’s damp cheeks and forced her face into her own. When she pulled away from the kiss, Annabelle sucked on her sister’s tongue. Eva caught her breath, smiling seductively. “Do you,” she inquired, biting her lower lip, doing her best to be very erotic about it.

Annabelle threw her sister beside her and pounced on top of her. She kissed her sister’s lips and then moved to her cheeks. She lapped up her own fluids that had coated Eva’s cheeks. She moved down to her neck and sucked on her skin. Eva gasped as her pussy grew warmer and wetter. She brought her thighs together, squeezing them tightly. “I love the way I taste on you,” Annabelle gasped, ready for more of her sister’s delicious sex.

Annabelle continued kissing her sister’s neck. She planted many small pecks all around her collarbone. Eva’s nipples hardened until they hurt. Her pussy was dripping with pleasure as she continued to squeeze her thighs together. She couldn’t take it anymore!

Eva used her strength to throw Annabelle off of her. Annabelle landed beside the Queen facing up. “I need your tongue inside my body, right now!” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Annabelle’s eyes widened at her sister’s dominance. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her cheeks warmed with a deep red. She smiled devilishly, then grabbed her sister and forced her on top of her. Annabelle moved down until her sister’s dripping cunt hovered over her lips. She stuck out her tongue and flicked her sister’s sodden pussy. Eva gasped as she clenched her wet, blonde hair. “Oh my God,” Eva moaned.

Annabelle opened her mouth and sucked on her sister’s cunt lips. Eva clenched her thighs around Annabelle’s head, riding her pretty mouth. The redhead continued licking and sucking. The Queen’s fluids dripped on to her lips and down her chin. She managed to swallow what she could. Eva ground her pussy harder and faster into Annabelle’s wonting mouth. Annabelle brought her hands up, tracing her fingers up Eva’s thighs, abdomen, and then to her breasts. Annabelle rolled her sister’s erect nipples between her fingers as she darted her tongue in and out of her sister’s sweet, saturated cunt.

Eva rode her hips along Annabelle’s wet mouth. Her arms were locked in a straightened position as her hands were planted to the bed. She arched her back, her breasts extending as far out as humanly possible. Unable to resist her sister’s expert tongue any longer, Eva screamed Annabelle’s name as a coat of icy liquid enveloped her sister’s lips and chin. She shuddered, giggling at the pleasing sensation and fell off of her sister. “That… was amazing,” Eva groaned, unable to feel her body.

Annabelle sat up licking the icy cum from her lips. She wiped away what was left on her chin. “At least my tongue didn’t get stuck this time,” she smirked.

Eva couldn’t do anything but sigh in pleasure.

Annabelle leaned forward and gently brought her lips to her sister’s. “You do amazing work, too.” She winked at Eva.

Eva finally was able to move. She brought her head up, her blonde hair still damp. “Maybe I do,” she whispered with sex dripping from her voice, “but that doesn’t give you the right to nearly drown your Queen.”

Annabelle bit her lower lip. “Oh, come on, Eva-” she circled her index finger around her sister’s rigid areola “-at least you would have drowned in my love.” Her lips spread slyly, giving way to a devilish grin.

Eva sighed, discouragingly. “I wish I could do that,” she muttered. She lowered her eyes.

Annabelle smiled seductively. She brought her lips to her sister’s ear and whispered, “Well, it appears we both have our own magic.” She took Eva’s ear lobe between her teeth and began nibbling on it.

Eva smiled again. “I just have to work for yours,” she said, turning her face to kiss her sister.

Annabelle pulled away. She grinned mischievously. “You want to make me gush again?”

Eva’s eyes widened. She didn’t hesitate. She scooted her head down between Annabelle’s legs and blew her icy breath into her sister’s wet opening. Annabelle’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she let out a deep moan. Eva brought her lips up and took her sister’s clitoris into her mouth. Annabelle shivered and grabbed a handful of the blonde’s damp hair. It took almost no time at all for Annabelle to reach her peak again.

“Oh, God, Eva,” she screamed. “I’m coming!”

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You probably ought to read parts 1 and 2 of this story although I have tried to make it ‘stand-alone.’.

I am using my husband’s account. I should have started my own but I only thought I was going to write one story, it’s too late now.

I wanted to write a story from a husband’s perspective. This is the culmination of a lot of sexy discussions I have had with my husband over the years. I hope I got the male response right. That’s as far as reality goes, the rest is fantasy.

If you want 10″ cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I’m sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.

I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stoking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to ‘get dirty’ but only in the height of my (and my character’s) arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but they are not autobiographical.

No one in this story is under the age of 18.

Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.

Act 1 — the announcement

Harry left home, went through university, settled down in his first home and first job. He only ever had one girlfriend a lovely girl called Emma. They had known each other for 5 years when one day he dropped by to our house.

“Any coffee on the go, mum?”

“Yes Harry, sit down”

“Good there is something I want to tell you and dad about Emma and me.”

Maddy’s face dropped. “Oh no Harry, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing mum, quite the opposite. We are going to announce our engagement.”

Maddy stood up and threw her arms around him. I walked over and patted him on the back. “That’s a smart move son, she is a lovely girl,” I said. Maddy shed a tear of joy or two.

“Yes, but you can’t say anything as she wants to tell you herself. So, can you come over next Saturday, and we will make dinner. Stay the night so we can all have a drink or two.”

“Of course,” I said we will be delighted and don’t worry we won’t let on.

Maddy was more perceptive than me. “You didn’t come all the way over here to invite us to dinner though, did you?”

“I could never keep a secret from you mum even if I wanted to. I’m not sure where to start; this is a bit difficult to talk about.”

“Take a deep breath and start at the beginning son,” I said.

“As you know I have only ever dated Emma. I knew from the start she was the only girl for me. What I didn’t realise when I first dated her is that she was a virgin.”

“I hope you were gentle, Harry.” Maddy interrupted.

“I was and I am, mum, you would be proud of me. I had a good teacher.” They smiled at each other; the same vision was in all our heads. “Emma isn’t one for rough or dirty sex, which doesn’t bother me at all. That doesn’t mean she is a prude, far from it, sometimes I think she borders on the nymphomaniac. We have a very, very healthy sex life.” He smiled.

“Not sure what your problem is then, son,” I chipped in.

“I think Emma sometimes wishes she had ‘played the field’ a bit before she met me. She didn’t expect her first to be her one and only. Also like so many of our friends she assumes I have.”

“Well tell her the truth, Harry. You remember what I told you about keeping secrets.” I interrupted.

“Great dad. So I say ….oh Emma, actually, I wasn’t a virgin before we met, but only because I had sex with my mum twice with my dad watching. I’m not sure that’s going to work very well.”

“I see what you mean,” Maddy confirmed.

“But I want to help her get some experience.”

“Have you discussed that with her,” I interrupted him.

“Yes, and she says it would be nice if she had at least one other experience. We’ve thought of friends, but I must admit I don’t trust them. I don’t trust them to keep quiet and I don’t trust them not to pester her for more. We don’t want to hire someone as that would be too cold and we are not keen on a stranger. It all feels too sordid and a bit dangerous.”

“Well, I am proud you have the sort of relationship with Emma where you can discuss these things, but I’m not sure we can help, Harry.” Maddy said.

“I’m not sure you can mum, but dad can.” My chin hit the table and my cock grew 2 inches!!!

I spluttered “yeah right, like I would be comfortable making love to my sons’ girl friend and in any case, she wouldn’t want to with me, I’m too old.”

Harry frowned. “I’m not sure how that fits with the man who loved and trusted his son and wife so much he let them make love in front of him. When that turned into filthy language and animal sex, he still didn’t bat an eyelid. Plus, I know she finds you attractive she has said so many times with her ‘oh that’s where you get you good looks from’ comments.”

Maddy kahramanmaraş escort said. “No Harry, you are both too young for this. Spend more time exploring each other before you try other people.”

“Well, if you won’t help, I guess we have no choice, but it does bother her and it makes her hesitate about marriage. Making a lifelong commitment with only one experience worries her. I sort of hoped it would be the icing on the cake of an engagement announcement. It would allow her to look to the future with more confidence.”

I chipped in. “Oh hi Emma welcome to our family. Oh, by the way why don’t you fuck your father-in-law.” Maybe I was a bit too sarcastic with that one. I always thought Emma was very attractive in looks and personality and I just couldn’t believe it would happen, so I tried to pour cold water on the idea.

Maddy chipped in to lighten the mood. “Your dad isn’t saying he won’t help, Harry.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you are not. I’ve seen the way you look at her and I don’t blame you; what’s not to like.”

Harry interrupted, “and how do you feel about that mum?”

“I can hardly object given Bob let me make love to you, twice. But even if I could object I wouldn’t. I’m quite interested in the idea of seeing Bob make love to a beautiful girl.”

“Good that’s settled then,” said Harry.

I shook my head (although secretly I was jumping for joy), “all bar actually making it work then Harry.”

“I have an idea, Dad”

“I bet you do.”

Act 2 — the actual announcement

I was extremely nervous leading up to Saturday, in fact twice I suggested to Maddy we call the whole thing off. I was worried for Harry’s relationship. What if it all backfired? Maddy calmed me down both times. She said we should trust Harry and in any case that I was a sensitive man; if I got any sort of negative vibe from Emma I would know how to back down. Harry was trusting us.

We couldn’t help admitting to each other that the sexual tension was building. I asked Maddy if she was intending to have sex with Harry. She said that if the circumstances were right that, she would, but if it happened at all, she would want it to be more loving.

The night arrived and we found outside at Emma and Harry’s front door. It opened and Emma welcomed us in. She looked fantastic. I again wondered whether Harry had chosen her for her resemblance to his mother when she was younger. She is only just under 5 foot with long brunette hair and a pert body to die for. She was wearing a low-cut black dress with spaghetti straps. Like Maddy, Emma doesn’t have large breasts, but the wonder bra was working its magic! She had a pair of thin strapped open toed stilettos on her small but perfect feet…… oh, and a broad smile.

Maddy said, “oh Emma that dress suits you so much, you look so sexy tonight, doesn’t she Bob?”

“Maddy, to be fair Emma could look sexy in a bin liner, but yes, Emma you look jaw droppingly sexy. I will try to keep my eyes off you but feel free to remind me that I’m staring.”

Emma blushed “Bob, you are just like Harry, very cheeky. I don’t mind a bit of staring, but I do object to dribbling.” We laughed; she had a sense of humour that perfectly matched our own. Regardless of what happened (or didn’t) this was going to be a fun night, but then it always was with Harry and Emma.

After a great meal and quite a few glasses of wine, Emma made her announcement. We all got up. I shook Harry’s hand, whilst Maddy and Emma hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Emma came over to me with her back to Harry. Harry gave his mum a long kiss on her lips, very naughty and I tried not to betray them with my expression. ‘Slight tongues’ I thought. They had distracted me with their antics and by the time Emma was in my arms coming in for a kiss I misjudged the position of her cheek. I found I was kissing her on the lips completely by accident. My hands were on her hips and our bodies were only inches apart. She knew the kiss was an accident and to her credit she did not shrink away. She left her lips on mine for a split second. Not long enough to be deemed sexual but long enough to signal her willingness to kiss me on the lips.

We sat back down and continued chatting, but the kisses had an effect. Although we chatted together, Harry mainly talked to his mother, his eyes dancing over her cleavage. This left me spending time talking to Emma. Her dress was beautiful, and she was radiant after making her announcement. Her whole body smiled. I studied her lips as she spoke, I imagined kissing them again. Her breasts seemed even more smooth and curvy than before. I was hypnotised by them, their firmness, their shape and admit I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying. Out of the haze I did hear, “you are drooling bob.” Like waking from a dream, I looked at Emma’s face, she was beaming.

“Oh, Emma I’m so sorry. That is so rude of me.”

“Don’t be silly bob, I’m really not offended. kahramanmaraş escort bayan Truth be known I’m flattered.”

Her underlying subtext was ‘I quite like it’, so I replied. “You are beautiful, and that dress just draws my eyes to your chest. I just can’t help it, sorry. I feel a bit like a dirty old man.” I was still staring unashamedly at her breasts.

“You are not a dirty and you are not old. I like it, bob. This dress makes me feel sexy.”

“and you certainly are sexy.” I replied as I shifted my gaze to her smiling and inviting lips.

The room had gone quiet as both Maddy and Harry had stopped talking; they were listening. Our conversation hung in the air for a second or two while everyone processed what we had said and what we had not said. Emma broke the silence, “let’s start games night, shall we play trivial pursuit?”

Act 3 – Games night part 1

We all agreed. We adjourned to the living room and sat on the floor. The teams were Maddy and me v Emma and Harry. Maddy and I got off to a good start we were a number of ‘slices’ ahead. Emma was so competitive that when Harry got a difficult question right, she kissed him. From then on whenever a team answered a question correctly the team members would have a celebratory kiss. As the game went on the kisses got slightly hotter, a bit more than quick ‘pecks’, but not too sexy. When Harry and Emma won the game, their kiss was slightly more animated but in reality, not much.

After the kiss, Emma looked a little flushed with embarrassment or maybe it was sexual tension. She said “Oh sorry guys I got a bit carried away. Shall we swap teams? Shall we take on Maddy and Harry, Bob?” We all agreed, and I wondered if the kissing would carry on.

When Harry got the first question right, he picked up the dice to roll again. Emma frowned and said, “aren’t you going to kiss him, Maddy, he got a question, right?” I loved the sound of that; thinking ahead to when we got a question right.

Harry said, “you want me to kiss my mum?”

“and what’s wrong with that, Harry?” Maddy feigned indignancy.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that, Harry?” Emma chimed in. “She is beautiful, I would kiss her all the time if she were my mum.” A very pleasant picture flashed across my mind.

Harry knew he was going to lose this argument. In reality of course it was an act. He was desperate to kiss his mother to ‘spice up’ the evening. He sighed (acting) and leant over to kiss his mother. It was tender and lingering without be overtly sexual. Maybe borderline sexual. They got two more questions right and the kisses became slightly longer every time. By the last kiss a silent hush enveloped us all.

It was our turn, and I am relieved to say we got the question right. Emma immediately leant over to me and kissed me full on the lips. I got a hint of her perfume and felt the heat from her body. The game proceeded and everyone got quite used to the kissing. It became normal. It was quite restrained as no one fondled breasts or probed crotches. The most that happened was an arm around a shoulder or a hand on top of a thigh (for balance). The kisses remained on the respectable side of sexy, but the tension was rising. I felt it bubbled under the surface. When we won Emma gave me a lovely kiss. Probably that was the end of it; very nice while it lasted.

Emma said “Let’s play soothing different. Harry how about the game Paula gave me?”

“Is it any good?” Replied Harry.

“I don’t know I haven’t opened it; I will go and get it.” She returned with a black box. It had a big red lipstick smudge logo on the front. She opened it up and emptied out the contents. It was a board game. It looked like you used some dice to make your way around a spiral to the middle. Some squares had a lip motif, some a pair of knickers and some the word ‘fantasy’.

Harry read out rules. If you landed on lips, you had to kiss the person of your choice. If you landed on Fantasy, you had to act out a role play and if landed on knickers you had to take off an item of clothing. There was a silence as we all processed that. Emma said “that sounds like fun, but I don’t think it’s appropriate we get naked. Sorry to be a party pooper but it doesn’t feel right.” She started packing it away.

I piped up. “I have an idea why don’t we play it but keep our underwear on. Boys keep their underpants, girls’ bras and knickers. That would be no different to going down to the beach.”

Emma didn’t look totally convinced but she said, “OK that sounds like a plan. It does sound fun. I’m just a little nervous.”

“It will be fine,” Harry said.

[Authors note: I’m not going to go into detail as to who laned on what square, who took of clothes 1st, who kissed and when. I don’t think it adds much to the plot; bear in mind the game can take over an hour to play. The game is ‘fantasy for lovers’, I don’t know if you can still buy it. I have not played it with relatives, but I have played escort kahramanmaraş it with friends. It is super sexy. The first time I played it was with my husband, his best mate and girlfriend. I ended up in bed with his mate; totally unplanned and never repeated. We had great sex; it still makes me smile when I think of my husband’s mate cumming in me without a condom…. Very naughty. Anyway, on with the story.]

We started the game. Everyone was very nervous probably for different reasons. We soon overcame that as the game was genuine fun. The stripping squares were mainly towards the end, so Emma had a chance to adjust. We had already all kissed, these kisses were not so different. The best bit was the role play, sexy but not sexual (I hope that makes sense) and the acting had us in stiches every time.

We all ended up stripped to our underwear. Emma had a fantastic matching black lace bra and knickers. Maddy a purple silk camisole and matching purple lace knickers. Harry and I had boxers. Emma won, she clapped her hands and said “yippee, what do I win?”

Harry looked at the rules. “You get to act out a fantasy.”

We all went quiet trying to puzzle out what fantasy would Emma chose, bearing in mind our actions thus far had been mildly sexy but not overtly erotic. In the end Emma said “OK, I would like a long 5-minute kiss.” Harry got up to oblige. “Not you Harry, I kiss you every day, it’s my fantasy to kiss Bob.” I grinned.

Harry feigned disappointment. “So, what are we supposed to do.”

“Start the washing up,” she replied quick as a flash. They complied and walked into the kitchen.

“So, it’s your fantasy Emma, where do you want me?”

“I want you to lie on your back just here.” She pointed to a spot in the carpet. Once I was lying down legs together, she lay on top of me, her legs on the outside of mine. This was incredibly intimate and much further that any of us had gone that night. I was very nervous, and I guess my face showed it. “Are you OK, Bob

“Yes, Emma I’m a bit nervous, I’m just not used to a beautiful young lady lying on top of me.”

She giggled. “I am feeling naughty, but this is my fantasy not yours, so just relax and do your bit.” She started to kiss me, and I could feel her firm honeydew melons pushing into my chest. I smelt her perfume again. She must have been able to feel my erection but showed no signs of acknowledging its presence. This kissing was quite sexy except there was no fondling, no writhing and no hip movements, just kissing. I went as far as stroking her buttocks, which she seemed to like. 5 minutes flew by and over her shoulder I saw Maddy and Harry return. Maddy’s hair was a little messed up and her face was glowing. They had not been doing the washing up!. I whispered to Emma, “they are back.”

Emma and I got up and sat on the floor with our backs to one sofa, they sat directly opposite us with their backs to the other. No one said a word. Then suddenly Emma jumped up and said, “I’m going to put some coffee on.”

Everyone looked like they were going to get up and follow her as something was obviously wrong. I was on my feet before Maddy and Harry. I made a subtle ‘sit down sign’ and said, “do you want some help, Emma.”

“Yes please, Bob”

She was filling the coffee machine with beans when I got into the kitchen. Slamming the draw shut afterwards. “Are you OK, Emma?”

“Yes, I’m fine Bob.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Come on, sit down and talk to me Emma.” I said in a soft voice.

“Bob, we have had such a great night. I have enjoyed every single moment of it.” She smiled at me when she said this. “I really feel part of this family. I don’t want to do anything to spoil it.”

“You are part of this family, a very important part so you won’t do anything to spoil it. What’s the problem?”

“Did you feel jealous when Maddy was kissing Harry?”

“No.”

“Nor me, that’s wrong, isn’t it? I shouldn’t let him kiss another woman let alone watch him. I am ashamed to say I enjoyed it.”

“I did too, Emma.”

“But that’s not right is it Bob? We shouldn’t have done it.”

“Emma, I can’t tell you what to think but I can tell you how I feel. I love Harry, I love Maddy, and I love you. All I want in the world is for the people I love to be happy. They looked happy to me. I think you were happy kissing me.”

“I was.”

“So, no problem. The happier they are, the happier I am.”

“Ok I get that, Bob, but I actually wanted them to kiss. I felt horny watching them.

I laughed quietly, “So did I Emma. I will let you into a secret. I wanted them to go further.”

“You wicked man.” She laughed. “So did I, in fact it doesn’t look like they did much washing up does it?.” Then her face went serious again. “Bob, I want to tell you something about me which might explain my confusion. I was a virgin when I met Harry. I have always enjoyed sex from an early age but before I met Harry, I always had sex on my own, if you know what I mean.”

“I can guess,” I said, and I had a vision of this pert 20 something lying on her back using a dildo.

“So, I know we were all only kissing, but it feels like we all want to go further.”

“Do you?”

“I think so but I’m very nervous. Also, I worry about Harry and Maddy.”

“In what way?”

“doh! Maddy is Harry’s mum. This is so weird; don’t you think so?”

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At the end of the evening, Aunt Leia hugged me and went to bed. It was hugely crushing, as I was sure that the quick fuck we had the previous evening, would lead to something more intense. I lay down in bed thinking about it and at some point, must have fallen asleep.

I awoke the next morning with a huge erection but realised that it would have to wait, as Leia had her second business day of the week. In fact, the most frustrating thing was that she was not sure what time she would be home, and she had already left. I was a little annoyed with myself for not trying to take things further before we went to bed. Of course, there was no guarantee anything else would happen anyway.

I was going to spend the day finishing off the fence, and Jeremy was going to come over to help. He turned up early, and we had a quick discussion before driving the ATV down to the paddock.

‘I spoke with Sarah (the Housekeeper) last night,’ said Jeremy.

I knew straight away that Jeremy already knew.

‘Become a man, did you?’ he laughed.

‘I guess so, sort of.’

‘What’s wrong?’ he said ‘I was only playing with you; I did not want to offend’ his tone had changed, and he was being a considerate old man. It was almost an, I am here if you want to talk moment.

I basically repeated everything that Sarah would have told him, but obviously from my perspective, and then told him that I was disappointed that it seemed to fizzle out once again.

‘Don’t be too hard on yourself Mike, from what Sarah told me, Leia enjoyed it a lot.’

‘So why did nothing else happen yesterday evening?’

‘Mike you should look at it from Leia’s perspective, she just cheated on her husband.’

If I am honest, those words hit me hard, I had been totally thinking with my dick, and had certainly not been thinking about Uncle Tony.

‘Cheer up Mike, it will happen again, you just need to give her space. I guess you heeded my advice and have played it cool, which is good. When she is ready, she will tell you.’

Of course, he was right, and he told me if nothing happened in a couple of days, then maybe it would be the time to then push it a little. Jeremy then told me how lucky I was! Sarah had given him the details, and she had told him it was even better than when she watched Uncle Tony and Leia at it. He asked Sarah why, and she said because it was the naughtiness of the situation.

‘I can tell you Mike, Sarah is being driven crazy, in a sexual way, when she is in that house.’ ‘She does not have a boyfriend, and although she is not going into it in great detail, I think she is finding solo relief at every opportunity.’

‘Unfortunately, for her it is totally solo, and she is too busy for a relationship.’

‘You should do something about it,’ I suggested.

‘I am too old for her Mike,’ Jeremy replied.

I laughed and said, ‘was it not you telling me that you did not need Viagra when Sarah told you her stories?’

‘Hmm, I guess you are right.’

I could tell he was thinking about it. He seemed to keep himself in shape for an older guy.

‘Do you have anyone at home?’ I asked.

‘Not anymore Mike, that went away a few years back.’

I did not push him to talk.

‘Nowadays, it is the small moments that I have already mentioned to you, that keeps me going.’

‘Well, I would think if Sarah were telling you these stories about what is happening in the house, then she must need a confidant and must be super horny whilst retelling it.’

I could see Jeremy thinking some more ‘Hmm, it seems the young man is advising the old man.’

We both laughed.

I told Jeremy that I had the first proper chat with Sarah yesterday, all small talk and not much else, but she seemed nice. ‘She clearly works hard as well. Aunt Leia likes her a lot and I think they get on well.’ I added

Jeremy looked at me like he wanted to say something but was holding back.

‘What is it, Jeremy?’

‘I can’t tell you Mike, it has to come from your Aunt Leia.’

‘About Sarah?’ I replied.

‘Yes, about Sarah,’ he said

‘Aunt Leia mentioned it would be okay that Sarah watched us at it last night, she told me she would explain it later.’

‘It’s best it comes from Leia, and it may be why your aunt is still a little confused about what she is doing with you.’

Jeremy was really growing on me, I could see he wanted to tell me everything, now our friendship was maturing, but I also knew he was a wise old man and would let discretion, and the overall situation, work out.

We both suddenly heard a quad bike approaching, and sure enough, by total coincidence, Sarah was riding it.

‘Hi Mike, Hi Jeremy,’ she said smiling.

‘Leia asked me to bring down some drinks for you both,’ she said.

‘Aunt Leia is home?’ I said slightly surprised.

‘Yes, she had one important meeting this morning and decided to call it a day.’

‘Erm Mike, she asked if you could go up to the house and see her after you finish your drinks.’

‘Jeremy, she has also invited you to ofise gelen gaziantep escort lunch, if you would like to stay.’

‘What a wonderful idea, I would love to,’ said Jeremy.

Sarah got back on the quad bike and headed back up to the house.

‘I did not expect that,’ I said to Jeremy.

‘Maybe I underestimated the situation, Mike. I think your aunt might be wanting to talk to you about last night, and Sarah.’

‘That makes sense,’ I said.

‘Yes, I think that’s it, I thought it was a little strange that she left you with Sarah, without having a chance to talk to you,’ said Jeremy.

Of course, I now had some butterflies in my stomach, and a nice warming sensation in my groin. Was Aunt Leia about to tell me about Sarah catching her and Tony fucking, and why catching me and her at it, would not be a problem?

Fuck, was I about to talk sex with Aunt Leia? I was already getting hard!

I think Jeremy read my mind. ‘Make sure you do a lot of listening Mike, try not to think with your dick;’ he paused, smiled, and then said ‘too much’

My first quick-witted response ‘You worried, you might catch us at it, Jeremy? It might give you an opportunity with Sarah,’ I laughed

I think the old man thought about that for a second and then laughed as well.

‘Seriously, are you okay with me leaving you down here,’ I said.

‘Of, course’ he said

‘I will walk to the bottom of the paddock, and bring my car around for about 1pm, that gives you at least an hour and half to chat.’ he said.

I took the ATV back to the house and walked into the formal lounge where Aunt Leia was sitting drinking tea. She looked up and smiled. She was still wearing business attire, a similar blouse to the other day, white with the buttons undone to the middle, and a smaller length skirt which lifted a little further above her knees. I must admit, sitting opposite her was already getting me turned on, she was oozing sex appeal, and as she crossed her legs, the skirt effortlessly rode up a little more.

‘Your home a lot earlier than I expected,’ I said.

‘Yes, I had a few things on my mind Mike, and I wanted to chat with you. I realised, I had not explained the situation with Sarah, which would have made this morning awkward for you, and well, I guess I wanted to talk about last night.’

‘What’s happening with Sarah, Leia? You seemed totally relaxed that she saw us last night.’

‘Yes, this is never going to sound good Mike, but I guess you have already started to realise things are a little liberal here.’

Leia went on to explain pretty much everything that Jeremy had said to me about the hiring of Sarah. She told me about the fact that Tony and her had told Sarah that they wanted to live a normal life around the house and be comfortable with each other. She almost repeated word for word the story that Jeremy had told me about the first time Sarah had caught them at it. She even told me about the time Jeremy caught them, as well.

The next part though, suddenly made me realise why things were a little tense between Leia and Tony, and why it was not just him being away.

‘Mike, I trust you with this, and I don’t want to burden you, but the night before Tony left things went a bit too far.’

‘With Sarah,’ I said.

‘Yes.’

‘How do you mean?’

‘Normally before Tony goes away, we try and spend the whole day together,’ she hesitated..

‘In bed’ she was using choice words.

My confidence grew ‘Aunt Leia, why are you using choice words? I thought you said we need to talk like adults,’ I smiled.

This broke the tension, she laughed ‘Wow, look at you, what have I created!’

‘Okay, effectively when we are together, we fuck lot, that’s why we want discreet staff.’

Just that one sentence got me hard, my heart was beating a little faster, but the anticipation of what I might hear was firmly in my cock.

‘This day was slightly different though, I woke up and got showered and if I am honest, I was really sad Tony was leaving for so long,’ her mind seemed to wonder.

‘I just did not feel like it, which was so unusual. It led to a slight argument, not a big one but one in which we said a couple of hurtful things to each other for the first time in a very long time.’

‘It was not until the evening that we started talking again, and then after I told him how I felt, we started hugging, and one thing started leading to another. We always joke that the kitchen is the place that anything sexual seems to start in this house! The problem is that we tend to forget, in the moment, that we have people in and out of the house all the time, and to be honest we both find it a turn on if we get caught.’

‘Sarah is perfect for us, but I had already begun to realise she had seen us on multiple occasions, and I think it was affecting her.’

‘Affecting her?’

‘Sorry, Mike, she was enjoying it, playing with herself whilst watching.’

‘Right,’ again this was gaziantep ofise gelen bayan escort pretty much what Jeremy had told me.

‘The thing was I began to realise that Tony was regularly setting us up to be caught by Sarah, it was becoming a bigger turn on for him than I realised.’

She paused, hesitated, took a deep breath and then said, ‘Tony took off his clothes quickly and then unbuttoned the dress I was wearing, removed my bra and then put his hands up my dress and ripped of my panties. I was hoping to make love as it was our last day, he wanted to fuck.’

‘I quickly realised why, Tony was distracted, he was looking over to his right and sure enough Sarah had her hands down her trousers and the other hand up her top.’

‘Tony put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on to my knees. I love giving blowjobs Mike, but I really did not want that kind of sex the day before he goes away. But I guess because of the morning we had just had, I wanted him to remember what he would be missing when he went away.’

She paused, ‘So, I sucked on his cock like a porn star, I mean I think it was the best head I had ever given him.’

‘Rather than look down though, he was watching Sarah who by now had removed her trousers and panties.’

‘In the moment I was horny, I did not care, but now what happened next has been constantly playing on my mind. I had not realised but Tony had beckoned her over. I looked up and saw him touching her ass and then sticking his finger in her pussy.’

Leia again appeared to drift off in thought, ‘I could hear how wet she was, and was not sure what would happen next. I looked at Tony and he was smiling; he was clearly enjoying it’!

‘I was not sure what to do Mike, and then what he did next bothered me, and keeps bothering me.’

‘He asked her whether she wanted to get on her knees and suck his cock. To be fair to Sarah she looked at me for permission, and I looked at Tony.’

‘I said to Tony we were crossing a line and we could not ask her to do that. I could tell Sarah was too far gone though, she obviously had a lot of sexual tension, and she started bucking and groaning as Mike fingered her.’

Another pause, from Leia before she said, ‘Sarah grabbed his cock out of my mouth and tugged on it a couple of times. I stood up to be next to them but as I stood up, Sarah instinctively got on her knees and put his cock so far in her mouth, I thought she would choke.’

‘Tony just looked at me as I was shaking my head from side to side, I whispered in his ear no, but he let out a load groan, and literally began to shoot his load into the back of Sarah’s throat.’

You can imagine that as an 18-year-old, I was now sporting the biggest hard on ever, hearing my aunt talk this way. I also knew that I needed to provide a considered response.

‘So, is that not a problem for you and Sarah now, you still seem to be okay with each other?’

‘Yes, we are good.’

‘A little later, Sarah came up to me and was crying, she apologised and said things had gone way too far. She then explained just how frustrated she had been over the last few months and could not get a release. That moment with Tony was the release of a lot of sexual tension.’

‘What about, you and Tony?’ I said.

‘Well, that was the first time in forever that we fucked only once in a day, and the first time that we did not spend all day in bed together before he went away.’

‘We have not really spoken about it since, and our calls to each other are the same as normal. The problem is that if he can create a situation like that with Sarah, he could do it when he is away.’

I had already thought about that as well and could see why that would be playing on her mind.

‘Then of course, the last few days with you Mike, and I ask myself am I any better?’

‘You needed someone to guide you Mike, and make love to you, and instead you got this horny married woman sticking her arse in the air and wanting you to fuck her like she was wanting pay back on her husband.’

‘It must have been every 18-year-olds porn fantasy.

I knew at that point I would need to choose my words carefully, and try and be an adult, but if I was honest, my cock was aching inside my jeans, and I was literally drinking in my aunt, as she sat across from me.

There was my aunt, looking like a fucking movie star, blonde eyes piercing me, nipples erect through her blouse, her glowing legs crossed but visible to the very top, the place where last night I was thrusting my cock. And she was graphically talking about sex…

‘I could not share you,’ these were my first words and they slipped out.

I watched as her lips parted, as if to say something but whatever it was, she held it in.

‘Leia, you are gorgeous you look like that movie star I showed you.’

She adjusted herself in the chair, she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, her upper thighs now clearly visible.

‘Yes, last gaziantep ofise gelen escort night and the other nights were clearly the stuff of dreams, but I would give all that up for you to be happy.’

I realised I would now throw my uncle under the bus. ‘If I was married to a woman like you, I don’t think I would ever do anything you would not want me to do. I would certainly not want to spend time away from you.’

She smiled, ‘Those are the words of an 18-year-old who has just had sex for the first time.’

Fuck, I have blown it I thought, she thinks I am some stupid kid!

‘No’, I quickly added, ‘the last few days have clearly been the stuff of dreams, but I want more than a quick jerk, or what happened at the waxing session, or, and as much as I loved the sight of you bent over, and the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of your pussy when I was fucking you from behind, I want the connection.’

‘I want to kiss you, I want to kiss every part of you,’ I paused, ‘I want to make love to you’.

I saw her flush, I could see it visibly, had I just said the right thing, was I pressing the right buttons?

‘I want you to guide me, I want you to be relaxed enough that we can spend the remaining few weeks in each other’s arms. I want you to treat me like we are lovers.’

That was it, that was all I had, I was 18, very young and that’s the best I could do. I noticed that my confidence, was clearly improving, as my heart was not racing at speed. My cock was totally solid though, and now aching from the amount of time it had been hyper erect.

Aunt Leia was still flushed, her lips opened to speak but closed again, they then opened again, but closed once more.

‘Excuse me, Leia, lunch is ready,’ it was Sarah.

‘Erm, yes, thank you’ Leia was deep in thought.

‘We will be right through.’

The timing was shit, but inevitable. Leia got up and I walked behind her, slightly uncomfortably as my cock was straining in my jeans.

We both walked out on to the terrace, Jeremy was waiting for us.

‘There you both are’ he said.

He gave me an inquisitive nod, I nodded back.

‘Sarah, please join us,’ said Leia

We chatted away at lunch, a lot of small talk, and I noticed Leia was drifting occasionally, far off in thought. Then she seemed to perk up, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

‘Let’s have afternoon drinks,’ Leia said.

‘Great idea,’ said Jeremy.

Sarah dutifully got up and prepared a jug of Pimm’s.

We spent the next hour, talking and really enjoying the afternoon sun. It was not too hot, which made it even more pleasant.

‘We need another jug,’ Leia looked at me.

‘Mike come and help me get one,’

Sarah looked at Leia.

‘It’s okay you are officially off duty for the rest of the day Sarah.’

Leia and I walked back inside, thankfully my cock had slowly lost the erection over lunch.

Leia went into the fridge and took out an already prepared jug.

‘I thought you wanted me to help prepare it,’ I said.

‘No sorry Mike, I just wanted to thank you for what you said earlier.’

She pecked me on the cheek.

‘Did you really mean what you said, about wanting more, and wanting someone to guide you, and make love to you? You don’t just want the fantasy?’

I smiled ‘I guess I would have it all if I could.’

‘What do you mean Mike, what is your perfect scenario?’

Fuck, I thought, here we go again, my cock was leaping back to life.

‘I want to be guided like I said, I also want to make love to someone that I have a connection with, but to be honest, I guess I also enjoyed the sheer visual, and physicality, of seeing you bent over with your legs apart your juices running down your legs, and my cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, there was something, I don’t know, primal about it.’

Leia’s lips parted again. I don’t think she expected me to be so descriptive, I did not expect myself to be so descriptive.

She cleared her throat a little and then said, ‘It was fucking hot right,’ she smiled. She pecked me on the cheek again ‘thanks for being so honest Mike, are you okay?’

I was now going to be very honest ‘My cock is so fucking hard, its uncomfortable.’

Leia looked down, she looked back up and pecked me on the cheek for a third time.

I knew at that point I should make a move. Fuck it I thought, it is now or never.

I put both hands up to her face, held her gently and kissed her on the lips. We both stepped back slightly, it was just lips touching nothing more. I still had my hands on her face, I could see her flush again, and noticed her nipples were both erect and straining against the blouse.

I kissed her again, this time she kissed me back, and then our mouths opened. Leia’s tongue expertly, darted into my mouth and entwined in mine. Her hand dropped to the zipper on my jeans, and she reached inside, she had my jeans undone and my cock out in no time at all.

‘We have not got much time Mike with Jeremy and Sarah outside, let’s see if we can give you a quick bit of relief.’

Leia hoisted up her skirt, pulled down the smallest set of panties I have ever seen, and then picked them up and pressed them into my hand.

‘That is how wet you make me,’ she whispered.

‘Be quick, Mike and I promise I will make love to you later.’

If there was a brass band playing, all the trumpets would have suddenly gone off in celebration at those words.

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Odessa, Texas.Permian High School.Home of the Panthers.The Mojo.In Texas, high school football isn’t a sport.  It’s a lifestyle.  And if you wanted the mansion on the hill instead of the trailer in the field, Permian was it.Or at least it once was. But the last several years have seen lackluster performance out of the boys.But that’s all changing. Darryl Artman, a member of the 2008 Panthers, is the new head coach. He’s guiding his quarterback, Jake Smith, to return the Mojo to their former glory.Mojo Rising. That’s their mantra now.***Thirty-five teenagers milled about, moving in and out of the shower room, in various stages of undress. Locker room banter melded into a constant din, echoing off the tiled walls and metal lockers.The stench of grass and dirt and sweat permeated the locker room, amplified by the steam billowing from the showers.”Smith!” Mr. Fairchild yelled across the locker room. “Get your butt in here!”Jake hurried from the shower room, a small white towel wrapped around his trim waist. He ran to his locker and quickly pulled a pair of boxers over his muscular legs, up his thighs, before hastening toward the coach’s office.”Yes, sir?” he asked, standing in the doorway, water dripping down his well-defined, hairless chest. He brushed errant locks of hair from his eyes, wiping his hands on the damp towel.”Got a few new things for you, Mr. Smith,” Coach Artman intoned in a slow drawl. He was leaning back in his chair, feet propped on the scarred desk.A relieved smile spread across the senior’s face. “Oh, yeah?” he asked. His body relaxed; he had been ready to be dressed down following his poor performance during double sessions that day.”Yeah. Mr. Fairchild and I conjured up a few ideas over the last coupla weeks. Actually, some stuff we used to run here years ago, just…updated.”Jake’s eyes shifted from Coach Artman to the offensive coordinator, Brendan Fairchild. “I’m all ears, Coach.”Coach Artman laughed softly. “I’m sure you are, Jake. I’m sure you are. Tell ya what, though. It’s late. It’s hot. You had a rough practice. Swing by the house later. Pick up the additions to the playbook.”The eagerness on the sixteen-year-old’s face was apparent.”Now, don’t go gettin’ all excited. We’ll start runnin’ some of this new stuff tomorrow and see how it works out. No promises. We gotta see if you can make it work.” Darryl Artman paused and then swung his legs off the desk. “But stop on by.  Mr. Fairchild and I’ll be there, got somethin’ goin’ on out back. Get the pages.  Review ‘em tonight. We’ll talk about it in the mornin’.”Jake nodded and then retreated to his locker and finished dressing, slipping into a pair of tan cargo shorts and a white polo shirt. On the way out to his pickup truck, he passed by the Permian band practicing “Alma Mater,” the school’s fight song.***The August sun was on its downward slide to the west, receding but no less intense for it.After running a few errands for his mother and getting his truck washed, Jake met Katie, his love interest, at the local Dairy Queen and they shared an ice cream, a few laughs, and a kiss.  “Sorry, but I gotta stop by Coach’s and pick some new plays.  Call me later?”Ten minutes later, he pulled into the Artmans’ driveway and shut the engine off. Pushing the door open, he dropped from the cab and casually made his way toward the front door of the ranch-style home. He punched the doorbell as a trickle of sweat rolled down his back.A few moments later, the door swung open and a gust of cool air surged from behind the screen and caressed his clean-shaven cheeks.”Hi, Mrs. Artman,” he announced with a crooked grin. On the other side of the screen, she stood barefoot with her hips cocked to one side. One hand held the door, the other perched at the top of her hip.”And hello to you, Mr. Smith,” she welcomed him, snow-white teeth gleaming from between wet, shiny lips, set off by the healthy tan that highlighted high cheekbones and classic beauty.”Uh, Coach asked me to stop by and pick up a few inserts for the playbook.” Jake swallowed hard. Melanie Artman was a sight to behold; she never failed to bring a lump in his throat. A sleeveless white cotton blouse hung loosely on her upper body but still failed to disguise the ample chest that lay beneath.”Did he now?” Coach Artman’s wife asked rhetorically, a sly smile creeping along the features of her face. She leaned into the screen door and pushed it open, stepping aside to allow the young man to enter. “I think I know just where he left them.””Um, is he here? Coach Artman, I mean?” The older woman smelled vaguely of lilacs and the scent hung around him as he stepped through the doorway, squeezing by her. The bicep of one of his arms brushed lightly against a jutting breast; the short blonde hairs along his forearm stood on end and his skin tingled.”Course he is, Jake,” she responded, her bright blue eyes showing amusement. “He and Mr. Fairchild are out back finishin’ the patio. Let me just get those papers for you from the den and then you can go on out and say hi.”Jake waited in the foyer for Mrs. Artman to return. When she did, she directed him through the kitchen and out a screen door that led to the backyard. Jake stepped şişman gaziantep escort outside and found Mr. Fairchild using a wet saw to cut a brick paver in half. Coach Artman knelt fifteen feet away, gently tapping an already-cut paver into place with a rubber mallet.”Coach, Mr. Fairchild,” he said, announcing his presence.Both men looked up from their tasks. “How you doin’, boy?” Mr. Fairchild asked, tapping the “off” button and raising the protective goggles from his eyes.”Awright. Just came by to pick up the extra pages for the playbook. Mrs. Artman said y’all were back here workin’. Thought I’d say hi.”Coach Artman stood and shook the boy’s hand before calling out to his wife. “Mel, honey, would ya bring the boy a Coke or somethin’?””Sure thing,” they all heard from somewhere in the house.As Coach Artman explained his plans for the patio, Mrs. Artman leaned out the back door. “Need a glass, sweetie?””Nah. Can’s just fine,” he called over his shoulder. Behind him, the screen door clattered shut.Mrs. Artman padded silently across the yard, still barefoot, and handed him the can.”Thanks, ma’am,” he offered, taking the drink from between long, slender fingers painted the same bright red as the can.”My pleasure,” she said before turning on her heel. Her ash blonde tresses, gathered in an invisible rubber band, whipped around. As she sauntered back toward the house, Jake’s eyes locked on her figure. Long, tanned legs, lightly muscled, disappeared beneath a khaki skirt that was wrapped loosely around her firm butt.His longing stare was broken by the small laughter of the two older men.”Don’t go gettin’ any ideas, son,” Coach Artman warned him lightheartedly. “Been mine for over a decade now. Will always be mine.”***His words floated to Melanie’s ears as she crossed the yard. She felt herself flush. Not from embarrassment, but frustration and resentment. She married Darryl soon after college. He had a promising career ahead of him and was going to get them out of Odessa. All the way to Dallas, or Houston maybe. They never made it that far, but a few years in Austin had sat well with her.  But now, years later, here they were, back in Odessa.’Goddammit,’ she thought, purposely putting a little more sway in her hips as she approached the screen door. ‘I hate this fuckin’ town. Hate the summer, and the fall even more. Hotter than shit out here.’She pulled the screen door open and stepped inside. She wiped a trickle of sweat from her brow that had formed during her brief sojourn outside. Her nipples thickened against the cool contrasting air inside.’And then football season comes. Double sessions during the summer . . . practice and planning once school starts. A football widow if there ever was one.’Yet every weekend, there’d she sit, the prim, doting wife, cheering for the Mojo.Mrs. Artman made herself busy in the kitchen, cleaning up.‘I didn’t sign up for this shit,’ she lamented, wiping down the island. ‘I didn’t sign up for football. I signed up for the big city, glamorous restaurants, and fucking on the balcony of our high-rise apartment while the nanny takes care of the kids. Not this go-nowhere town, Olive Garden, and no sex from July to December.’She stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes – Darryl had promised to fix the dishwasher two weeks ago but it wasn’t done yet; football season, he had explained – her gaze directed through the window above the sink, toward the patio where the three boys stood talking. Her focus was somewhere in the middle ground as she fumed over the cards life had dealt her.’Always be mine,’ she thought. ‘If you only knew, Coach.’ Her mind bit on the last word.A laugh broke her from the conversation she was having with herself and she focused on the trio. Jake had his back to her, the middle of his shirt darkened from sweat. She wondered briefly if his little teenage ass was as firm and tight as the rest of his sixteen-year-old body. She smirked at the wickedness of it and her imagination conjured up an image of a thick, sweaty cock packed tightly in the boy’s shorts.Her distended nipples throbbed at the thought. In her mind’s eye, she saw herself on dimpled knees before the kid. He was wearing his football uniform, shoulder pads and all. He smelled of wet grass and heavy sweat. Black, anti-glare strips were affixed below each of his eyes. But his pants were undone at the waist and his thick cock bobbed up and down before her quivering lips; a thick strand of pre-cum dripped from the end of it. ‘Suck it, Mrs. Artman,’ she heard him say. She salivated and her soft lips eased apart and closed over the head of his shaft and he moaned above her. ‘Yeah,’ he grunted. ‘Coach’s wife’s a helluva cocksucker.’ Then he laughed.The laughter from outside shocked Melanie from her daydream. She had been scrubbing the frying pan so vigorously that when she jumped, it fell from her tightly gripping fingers into the sink, splashing soapy water against her stomach and chest.”Ugghh,” she groaned. She reached for a towel and a trickle of wetness threatened to release and ease down the inside of her thighs. She was dabbing at the soft flesh of her inner thigh gaziantep şişman escort when she caught movement from the kitchen window. Her husband and Mr. Fairchild shook hands with Jake and the young man ambled back toward the house while the two older gentlemen went back to work on the patio.The screen door creaked open and Jake stepped inside.”Got everything you need, hon?” she asked sweetly, rubbing the towel over the sodden fabric covering her chest.Jake stopped short upon seeing Mrs. Artman rubbing her breasts. She dropped her hand and set the towel on the counter. The soaked, white cotton had plastered against her chest, accentuating the size of her breasts. The swollen state of her nipples, though ensconced in a bra, was apparent to his feasting eyes.”Uh, yeah. I do. Thanks, Mrs. Artman. And thanks for the Coke.””My pleasure, young man.” She shot him a coquettish smile and turned back toward the window above the sink.”Well…uh,” he began.”They ‘bout done out there, sweetie?” she interrupted.He paused and chuckled. “Dunno about that, ma’am. Looks to me like they got quite a ways to go.”Melanie stood staring out the window. “Seems like that patio is takin’ a long time to get finished. Been workin’ on it for weeks now.” She reached out and pulled a grape from a colander and popped it into her mouth. It was cool in her overheated mouth and she swallowed slowly.Jake wandered over to the counter and stood next to her. “Maybe, but it’ll sure be nice once it’s all done.”She leaned her elbows on the counter, resting her chin against her closed fists. Her diamond engagement ring dug into the soft underside of her chin. “I sure hope so.” She paused. “Look at those two. You’d think it was rocket science or somethin’. The way they agonize over cuttin’ those bricks and tappin’ ’em into place.”Jake leaned closer to her to get a better view of the men through the window. Mr. Fairchild was bent over the wet saw, his goggled eyes focused intently on the paver he was guiding against the blade.Mrs. Artman warmed as the heat of the teenager’s forearm pressed against her bare shoulder. She shuffled her soft thighs against each other and felt a small stream of vaginal fluid escape from between her dew-coated labia.”They must enjoy it, though,” he responded, his voice low. “Me, I’d rather be standin’ over center gettin’ ready to toss the ball.””Yeah,” Melanie murmured, her muscles relaxing. Her trim hips swayed slightly and the hem of her skirt tickled her lithe thighs as it lightly brushed across the warm flesh.After a moment, she stood and reached across her supple body, gently tapping him on the arm. “Speakin’ of standin’ over center, why’nt you move around me so you can get a better view of these two? It’s funny to watch these two morons work together.”‘Odd,’ Jake thought, but nonetheless stepped back and around Mrs. Artman. His gaze fell on the loose skirt covering her tight bottom but he quickly averted his eyes. He was careful to keep a few inches between his swelling cock and Coach Artman’s wife’s sexy butt.Outside, Mr. Fairchild dropped a cut paver on the ground next to the coach. It rolled once and cracked against another paver waiting to be set, then broke in half. Mr. Artman looked up at his offensive coordinator in mock disgust. Mr. Fairchild appeared to laugh.In the kitchen, Mrs. Artman chuckled softly. “What’d I tell ya’? Dumb and dumber,” she mumbled. Twisting her torso slightly, she turned her head to look over her shoulder and caught Jake’s eyes locked on her swaying ass. She put the brakes on the movement and Jake’s eyes shot up toward the window, then down to the smirk that creased the features of her beautiful face.He knew he’d been caught staring. He blushed red, and then stammered, “Uh, sorry, Mrs. Artman. I…uh…I meant no…no disrespect.”She laughed lightly and turned her head back toward the window. “None taken, big boy,” she purred at the same time as she jerked her lush hips against his before settling back on her elbows.The sudden contact between his groin and Mrs. Artman’s gorgeous butt sent blood coursing into Jake’s cock. As it swelled and extended down his thigh, he became uncomfortable. Surreptitiously, with a hand in his pocket, he adjusted himself, pushing his shaft to a more natural, vertical position within his shorts.Melanie felt his movement behind her and her eyelids fluttered; she knew she had caused his discomfort. She gently pushed her hips backward until her ass cheeks again pushed into the sixteen-year-old. She wiggled briefly and nearly groaned aloud as the thick shaft nestled between her upturned cheeks.”God, I could watch this all day long,” she intoned blissfully.’Though I’d rather feel this kid’s cock against my ass all day long,’ she thought.Slowly, Mrs. Artman pushed herself upright, her open palms against the countertop. The rotating of her hips as she leaned back against Jake sent his cock sliding against the small of her back. As she swung her head around to look him in the eye, her ponytail swished across his face.  He leaned away but kept his crotch up against the married woman’s back.”How ’bout you?” she drawled with a gaziantep şişman escort bayan lascivious grin, her voice soft in the quiet kitchen. Lust nearly dripped from her bright, smiling eyes.Jake was nervous. His body trembled ever so slightly. “Uh…um…yeah…I guess,” he faltered, his eyes flitting this way and that.She leaned down over the counter again, resting her chin in the open palm of her hand. “So tell me, Jake. You started thinkin’ about college yet?””Uh, yeah,” he responded, his heart rate slowing again. “I mean, I got a year or so before I need to really start worryin’, you know?”Outside, Mr. Fairchild brought the saw down against an uncut paver. Halfway through, it disintegrated and he hit the “off” button in frustration. Mr. Artman looked up as the whine of the saw abruptly ended. He stood and motioned to Mr. Fairchild to switch places with him.Mrs. Artman laughed again. Her sinuous body shook lightly. “You thinkin’ about the Horns, aren’t ya?”She gently ground her tight bottom against Jake’s groin.”Yeah,” he squeaked. “My number…number one choice.””Mmm…Think you’ll get in?” He couldn’t see it, but Mrs. Artman’s eyes hooded over when she felt the thick mass press against her ass cheeks.”Hopin’. And if this season goes well, hopin’ for a scholarship.”A moment passed before Melanie responded.  “And what about that pretty little missy I see hangin’ on your arm all the time?””Holly? She’s not sure yet. She applied to UT but isn’t sure if her grades are good enough.”Outside, Mr. Artman fared no better with the saw. As he brought the blade down to touch a new paver, the paver twisted slightly and broke apart. On his knees a few feet away, Mr. Fairchild laughed. His lips moved but, inside, neither Jake nor Mrs. Artman could hear his retort.Mrs. Artman merely shook her head, the tight ponytail brushing across her trim back. Behind her, Jake watched it move. Deep down, he wanted to grab hold of it, use it like the reins on a horse as he impaled the sexy woman on his cock.  Do all the things he’d seen done in the porn he occasionally watched online.  The things Holly wouldn’t let him do.”Well, that’ll be a shame for you, now won’t it?””Whaddya mean, Mrs. Artman?””Well, you got a nice little cutie hangin’ on your every word. Go to UT without her and you’ll have to find a new one.””Yeah. I guess.””Don’t think you’ll have all that much trouble, though,” she muttered with a wiggle of her hips. Jake’s cock rolled along the firm cheeks of her butt. “Do you?””Hope not.””Matter of fact, probably have the pick of the litter.”Jake didn’t know quite how to respond to that, and so he didn’t.”I know if I was your age, I’d be hangin’ all over you.””I…uh…well…thanks.” Jake gulped. “Thanks, Mrs. Artman.”A sensuous laugh escaped Mrs. Artman’s slender throat. She righted herself and reached behind her, found Jake’s strong, and pulled his arms around her waist.”Uh…Mrs. Artman…?””C’mon,” she chided softly. “Something else you’d rather be doin’?”She turned her head back toward him. She leaned slightly to one side, twisted her torso a little, and let her full lips brush against the young man’s chest right above the open collar of his polo shirt. She felt him tremble and chuckled inside before swiping his salty sweat from her lips.As Mrs. Artman pulled her face away, her eyes floated to his, amused to see the uncertainty on his face. “Would you mind?”His eyes clouded in confusion. “Uh…mind what?” he muttered.Softly, almost in a whisper, she clarified. “If a woman like me hung all over you. Would you mind?””I don’t think…” he began before she interrupted him with a manicured finger on his lips.”Shh.” Turning toward the window, she released her grip on his hands and bent forward over the counter again, resting on her elbows.Unsure of what to do with his hands, he allowed them to fall to his sides. But he remained with his aching cock buried against Mrs. Artman’s ass.”Watch with me?” he heard her inquire.Jake did not move to leave or separate himself from the older woman.”Hands on my hips, please,” she directed, wiggling her hips slightly to gain his attention.”Mrs. Artman,” he squeaked. “I really don’t…think…”She again interrupted the teenager, her voice low and breathy. “Leave the thinkin’ on the football field, young man. Here, just do as you’re told.”Jake raised his hands from his sides and began to lower them, away from her, unsure of himself. Lust took over, however, and he rested his large open palms gently on her pliant hips.Mrs. Artman rewarded him with a quick jab of her firm ass against his waist. He groaned from deep in his throat. Unseen by the young man behind her, she smiled and dragged her soft pink tongue across her bright red lips, wetting them obscenely. “You like that?””Mm-hm,” he muttered in response.Melanie pushed off her elbows and curled her fingers around the edge of the countertop and into the well of the sink. The heels of her palms braced herself and her bright red nails clacked lightly against the stainless steel.”Hold me tighter,” she commanded and was rewarded as Jake increased his grip on her narrow waist. His strong fingers sank into the soft flesh and she ground her ass against him. Another reward. “Good boy,” she whispered.Mrs. Altman shuffled her feet apart slightly and peered over her shoulder at him. The sixteen-year-old’s quivering was obvious. So was his growing lust: the heat of his thick shaft penetrated his shorts and her skirt and she felt it in the cleavage formed by her taut butt cheeks.”Bump against me,” she smiled, the hunger in her eyes apparent to even the novice standing behind her.

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Not long after the first time that I whored myself out to enhance my husband’s career, Dan was offered a promotion into senior management. He would become a vice-president and head of a division. He would have to move to another city, Columbus, Ohio, but I could find work there in my field. I consulted with Mrs. Cardinal to verify that the Last Wives Club would help if my company wouldn’t transfer me. He accepted the promotion and we made preparations to have a commuter marriage until the kids and I could make the move. The two of us were invited to a reception to welcome him to the management team. My new dress was perfect for it. On our way to the dinner, Dan coached me on who I would be meeting, telling me what he knew about them so that I could make conversation. Of course I suspected that the club had something to do with his selection, but that was confirmed when he described one couple. At least I thought so. The Palmers were both ill and may not attend, he said. Mrs. Palmer was the VP of Human Relations. She had recently had surgery and there were rumors that she was dying. Her husband had a respiratory illness that had responded well to a new drug, but maybe not well enough to attend. So I had to contemplate the possibility that I would see one or both of them, and that she might know I was the sister who had sex with her husband, or that he might recognize me. I asked myself how a confident woman would respond if either of those occurred. The only answer that came to me was, ‘With aplomb.’ Of course, as the guest of honor, everyone who attended would congratulate Dan, so we were ask to stand to receive these as the guests entered. Sure enough, Mrs. Palmer and her husband did show up. She was wearing a head covering that suggested her hair was either shaved or had fallen out from chemotherapy. He was using a walker and while he seemed much stronger than he was when I last saw him, he was clearly weak. I had noticed a wheelchair with an oxygen tank in the corner of the room, and thought that might have been pre-placed for him. I looked straight into Mrs. Palmer’s eyes as she was introduced to me and saw no hint of recognition. I shook her hand and felt only infirmity. When I was introduced to Mr. Palmer, it was very clear that he was curious about me and was on the verge of recognizing me. My mask does not cover the lower half of my face, so he had everything from nose to necklace to work with. I saw a sudden sparkle in his eyes as he looked back up into mine. I shook his hand, leaned altyazılı porno over and said, “My special friends call me Cate, but not here.” I heard a sharp intake of breath from Mrs. Cleveland, indicating that she had heard and understood. Mr. Palmer smiled and said, “Pleased to meet you, my dear.”, but his handshake included an extra squeeze. Mrs. Palmer caught up with me later in the ladies room and, after checking that we were alone, broke the ice with. “My dear, I believe I owe you an apology. I left you with a false impression. The woman whose career you sought to damage is not a sister. She’s… she’s my daughter. If you have any daughters, pray that they don’t become like her. She is a serial homewrecker. I’m glad she didn’t succeed with you.” “Homewrecker?” “Perhaps they’re no longer called that. She seeks out married men and then deliberately exposes their affairs to their wives. It’s a result of her discovery of my husband’s….” “I understand. But her last name is not the same.” “She married and divorced before she left college. She was not recruited and we are better for it. But I cannot act against her. I never heard from you or your sponsor on whose career to enhance, but it looks like that wasn’t necessary. I will find a way to express my gratitude for what you did for us. The kiss on the forehead and the blown kiss at the doorway were especially nice touches. Don’t worry, the security tapes were erased.” I was embarrassed at the thought that she had seen video of me sucking and fucking her husband. I could only think to thank her, and to apologize for my attempt to use her influence for petty revenge. She assured me that it was quite understandable and easily forgiven. We parted friends. But as a result of her explanation, I had to reconsider my suspicions about the club. She was a mother protecting her daughter, not a sponsor (or another sister) protecting a sister. Kyra had almost certainly manipulated me into the sex trade aspect of the club, but nobody had sent this bitch to tip the balance. She was just an emotionally disturbed bitch. As the mother of a thirteen year old daughter, I felt a responsibility for shaping her attitudes toward marriage. I mentally sighed as I added that to the burden of living within a false marriage. Sadly, I learned of Mr. P’s death a few weeks later, followed by Mrs. C’s a month later. That was during the time when my husband was commuting on weekends, between Columbus and St. Louis, to keep our marriage together and to be a father zenci porno to our children. Amazingly, Mrs. Cleveland bequeathed a share of her unspent NQA account to me. I was up ten thousand dollars as a result of my kindness to them! Dan moved into an apartment in Columbus before I could manage to do much to improve our sex life. Before he left, I had oral sex with him once, letting him come on my chest. He reminded me how good he was at licking pussy. I had gotten over my thing about having simultaneous orgasms, but I still could not touch myself in front of him, and we still weren’t having sex more than once a week. It was simply too hard to find the time and the privacy without waiting until late at night, and by then the enthusiasm had ebbed. We were much happier in each other’s company, but the stresses of the impending separation were hard on both of us and the kids. On Kyra’s advice, I decided to stay with my company because they agreed to transfer me to Columbus in 8 months and it would likely be a promotion. It would also coincide with the end of a school year, so the kids wouldn’t have to leave in the middle. Kyra also advised me to rely on Margo as a source of logistical support. “She can get you sitters, nannies, shoppers, and of course, drivers and bodyguards. And one more thing, sweetie. Consider sending gifts to Dan. Your sisters can help you keep him safe.” It was hard advice to hear, but I took it. I filled out a profile for him in the husband database and placed my first ad. I modeled it on another ad. Favor needed: Seeking gift(s) for husband relocated to Columbus, OH, by promotion. Long separation likely. Offering NQA compensation. First time gift. Email correspondence. I checked my secret email just four hours later and found 7 messages. I began reading them and by the time I finished, there were two more. Three of these said that I should hope that Mrs. Malibu responded and if so, get her for the first time gift. Then consider the respondent available for subsequent gifts. I waited until the next day, to give more time for more responses. There was only one more. I opened it with hope and scrolled to the bottom. It was from Mrs. Malibu. This was her message. Hi Sugar! I hope you haven’t struck a deal yet. I love to be the first gift a husband gets, before he gets a chance to compare me to some of the younger fillies in the stable. 😉 😀 I love it so much, I won’t even charge you for it! This works so much better if I can call you on aldatma porno the phone. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Please call me. I can help with your profiles, too. Love, Barbie Malibu I actually snorted when I read her name. I immediately called Kyra and told her that I was advertising for a gift for Dan. “Oh, you want Barbie Malibu.” “You’re kidding, There’s a sister named Barbie Malibu?” “Yep. Cruelest joke ever played by a sponsor, but Barbara turned it into gold. I can have her contact you.” “That’s okay. Mrs. Malibu responded. She wants to talk to me.” “I recommend her, for a lot of reasons. You’ll see.” “Thanks.” I called Mrs. Malibu, and I became very glad that I did. She was 41, a little older than I wanted to send, but I could see the wisdom of sending her when she asked all the right questions about how to make the gift have the best effect. She had a marvelous sense of humor and really helped to ease my mind about the whole process of gifting her. I had initially thought of sending the first gift in a burqa, but she convinced me that a trenchcoat and mask would be so much more impressive. She wasn’t local to Columbus, so I did transfer some NQA money for gas for her car. She also helped me spruce up my own profile and my husband’s. On the night that she delivered herself, I waited as patiently as I could. She called me at 11:10 PM. “Hello, Cate Blanc.” “Hi, Cate. It’s Barbie. I just left. He’s so precious. You did the right thing. What a nice guy. I’m glad you kept him.” She sounded completely hyper. “Wow, slow down. Tell me all about it.” “Oh no. That’s not part of the service. He’s expecting you to call tomorrow night at nine. Talk to him. You blew his mind tonight. He needs time to process what that means. Try to get him to yank his crank.” “You’re kidding, right.” “No. Trust me. My day job is counseling. I couldn’t keep my own husband from straying, but I know how to make an open marriage better. You guys need to talk about sex, but you can’t do it in person. You’re Catholics, even if you don’t believe. I know all about that. So talk dirty long distance. Get fresh batteries for your toys. You’ll see. I’m getting on the interstate, so I better go.” “Thanks, Barbara. Drive carefully.” “Love you both. Bye.” I had sent her to him after nine days of not seeing him. He couldn’t get home every weekend, but he would be coming home in just a few days. I was tempted not to call, but she said he would be expecting it, and I did feel that I could trust her. So I enlisted my daughter to help give me some privacy. I told her that I had to make a long phone call to her father and that she should make sure that her brothers did not disturb me. “Make sure they go straight to bed when the movie is over.” “You’re not breaking up with Dad, are you?” “No, sweetie.

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Brandon and Kristen left the bar and went to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine and returned to the Pinetree just as Sami was finishing up her shift. Kristen could feel herself shaking slightly, not really certain if it was her nerves, or the anticipation of the wonderful adventure they were about to begin…

CHAPTER 4

Sami said good bye to her co-workers and came out the side door of the bar just as Brandon and Kristen pulled up in their Jeep. She waved and walked the short distance to the passenger side window. Kristen hit the button to lower the window and caught the musky sweet scent of Sami’s perfume as she leaned in the window.

“Hi,” Sami said, and looking at Kristen whispered, “Are you as nervous as I am?”

“Very much so”, Kristen replied softly, “Probably more.” Then louder, “Sami this is my boyfriend, Brandon Lallier. Brandon, this is Sami.”

“Hi, Brandon.” Sami said, looking up at him a little shyly.

“Hi Sami, why don’t you jump in the back seat and we can get better aquatinted on the drive home?” Brandon didn’t want to make these women any more jittery, but he was getting a hard on just watching them talking to each other, knowing what was in store for them.

Sami opened the back door of the Jeep and hopped in. As Brandon turned to say something else to her, he caught a quick glimpse of her legs as she climbed into the seat. He thought her saw a tiny, trimmed, pantiless thatch of dark hair peeping out from under her skirt, but he could have been only wishing for it. Either way, his cock jumped in his pants and it suddenly became very warm in the car. He turned back around and put the car in reverse, completely forgetting what he was going to say.

The ride back to the house was filled with small talk about their lives; where Sami had come from, what Kristen and Brandon did for a living, the usual talk of adults getting to know each other. Soon, Brandon was hitting the garage door opener and navigating the Jeep into its parking spot.

“Well ladies, we’re here.” Brandon stated as he turned the key in the ignition and the Jeep’s rumble turned to silence. “Let me grab the lights, and Kristen would you grab the wine?”

The threesome made their way into the kitchen as Brandon found the dimmer switch and lowered the lights in the large, sunken living room. He hit a switch and the gas fireplace roared to life, another and soft music drifted through the house. The whole effect was quite alluring.

While Brandon was messing around in the living room, Sami and Kristen were shrugging off their coats, hanging them on the backs of the dining room chairs. Kristen then turned to Sami, “We stopped and grabbed a bottle of Merlot, would you like a glass?”

“I’d love one, maybe it will help me relax a little bit.” Sami said, a slightly nervous giggle escaping her throat.

“That’s pretty much what I was thinking too.” Kristen laughed as she got three wine glasses out of the rack and the cork screw out of the drawer.

As Kristen was pouring the wine, Sami came up behind her and gently placed her arm around Kristen’s waist, laying her hand softly on her abdomen. Brushing the soft strands of auburn hair away from the side of her face Sami whispered into her ear, “You are so sexy. I can’t believe how attracted I am to you.” Sami began to sway, keeping time with the music, seductively grinding her hips against Kristen’s backside.

Sami’s hot steamy breath on the nape of her neck sent quivers of electricity through Kristen’s body. She began to move her hips in time with Sami’s, her mind getting lost in the mesmerizing union of their bodies. Kristen laid her head back and rested it on Sami’s shoulder and the women danced together, oblivious to everything but themselves and their desire.

As cinsel bilgiler they rocked slowly back and forth, Sami slid her hand down Kristen’s belly and cupped her jean clad mound with her palm. She could feel the moist heat radiating through the denim as she pressed her fingers harder into the seam of Kristin’s jeans, causing it to rub against her swollen clit. A moan escaped Kristen’s lips as she reached up to caress the soft skin of Sami’s face.

Kristen turned to Sami, facing her, searching her eyes. Sami leaned into Kristen, pinning her against the counter top as she brushed her lips against Kristen’s soft full mouth. Kristen parted her moist lips, allowing Sami’s tongue access to her own. They resumed their slow, undulating grind, still keeping time with the seductive Latin sounds of Santana drifting from below.

They continued to explore each other, caressing and touching, probing and tasting. Both women lost in the heat of a passion they had just begun to realize.

While Kristen and Sami got to know each other a little better, Brandon was standing on the top riser of the few steps that lead up to the kitchen, enjoying the view tremendously. He could feel his throbbing cock straining the fabric of his pants and he reached down to rub it absentmindedly. His full attention was on Kristen and her new friend. They made an erotic pair.

Sami was about two inches taller than Kristen, making her about 5′ 8″, and she had dark, almost black hair that went three-quarters of the way down her back. Although she was on the taller side for a woman, she was slight in her bone structure. Very thin, Brandon guessed she weighed about 110 lbs. to Kristen’s more supple, but well proportioned, curves. She’d never tell him, but Brandon thought she went about 130 lbs. Both women were drop dead gorgeous as far as he was concerned. They fit together so perfectly. It was like watching Dirty Dancing with two women!!

After a few minutes of watching Kristen and Sami seduce each other, Brandon was eager to join them. He didn’t think he had ever been so turned on in his life. Here he was living the perfect fantasy, he thought to himself as he walked across the room and ducked his hands underneath Sami’s untucked shirt and wrapped them around her tiny waist. He could feel the heat of her silky smooth skin as he caressed her bare stomach. Brandon leaned into Sami, pressing his aching, throbbing cock into her ass cheeks as he matched the girls slow sexy grind. The three of them danced together and explored each others bodies for some time, the electricity between them becoming an almost tangible thing.

CHAPTER 5

Brandon could smell the seductive musky scent of Sami’s perfume in her hair as he bent his head slightly to nibble on her ear and kiss the soft curve of her neck. His hands ventured lower, down the small swell of her hips to the hem of her short skirt. He began painting her thighs with light feathery circles using the tips of his fingers, gradually lifting her skirt higher. Sami instinctively parted her long legs slightly, granting him permission and access to her secrets.

Brandon soon discovered that his earlier vision wasn’t his imagination- she was pantiless, and very, very wet. His fingers gently caressed the folds of her slit, her juices running down his hand in rivulets. He teased her clit with soft flicks of his finger, evoking moans of pleasure from Sami.

Although she was completely enjoying the attention from Brandon, Sami wanted more of Kristen. She ran her hands down Kristen’s curves to the buttons of her jeans, making quick work of their undoing. She slid her hands inside and with one motion, brought Kristen’s red thong panties down around her ankles along cinsellik bilgileri with her pants. As Kristen stepped out of them, Sami rained soft kisses on her thighs and cupped her soft ass cheeks in the palms of her hands, drawing Kristen’s cunt to her waiting, wanting mouth. Kristen let out a loud gasp as Sami sucked her hard little clit between her lips.

Brandon, having had to abandon Sami’s sweet hot snatch when she knelt down, took the opportunity to remove his clothes. As he was doing that, he took in the scene that was unfolding in front of him. His girlfriend was bracing herself against the counter while another woman was madly attacking the most intimate part of her. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, a mask of sheer ecstasy upon her face. Brandon thought that she had never looked so beautiful.

Kristen pressed the palms of her hands on the edge of the counter to steady herself as Sami fucked her with her tongue. She could feel Sami’s hands kneading her buttocks, occasionally running her slim fingers along the sensitive pucker of her anal cavity as she pulled Kristen into her hot wet mouth. The combination of Sami’s tongue in her slick tunnel and her finger circling her asshole sent Kristen into wild convulsions of pleasure. She bucked her hips against Sami’s tongue, begging her to go deeper. Sami, sensing the tension building, slipped her finger into Kristen’s tight asshole.

Suddenly all of Kristen’s muscles tightened and her breath caught in her throat as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her vaginal walls clamped down on Sami’s tongue, and her knuckles turned white from her grip on the counter. Kristen thought she would pass out from the lack of air, but she could not relax her spasming muscles enough to breathe. The contractions seemed to last forever before they ebbed away, finally allowing Kristen to gulp in some much needed oxygen. As she regained her senses, Sami lapped up the last of the sweet juices from Kristen’s pussy.

“Oh… My… God”, was all Kristen could say as she loosened her grip on the counter’s edge after making sure her knees weren’t going to buckle under her. Every nerve in her body screamed with excitement and pleasure. Her thighs shook with the aftershocks of the explosion, and her head reeled with dizziness and delight.

Brandon watched Kristen as she floated back down to earth, and smiled. He reached down and scooped Sami up, standing her on her feet. He then put his arms around her and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. “You are the only one still dressed, and that is just not right,” he whispered in Sami’s ear, his breath hot and steamy on her skin.

Sami allowed Brandon to remove her shirt as she softly kissed Kristen’s full pouty lips. Taking her hand she whispered, “That was incredible”, into Kristen’s ear.

“Yes”, Kristen sighed, “it most defiantly was.”

CHAPTER 6

Kristen took Sami’s hand and spun her around to face Brandon, so that she was behind Sami. She ran her hands down Sami’s gently curving hips and around the front of her thighs. Kristen could feel the heat and wetness radiating from her as she reached further, running her fingers along the folds of her wet, puffy lips. She slipped a single finger into Sami’s cunt as her thumb found her clit, rubbing it softly. Moans of pleasure came from deep in Sami’s throat as she let herself fall back against Kristen and be taken.

Brandon leaned towards Sami, nuzzling the rounded arc of her neck, planting kisses as he traveled across her neck to her shoulders. His hands found the soft swell of her breasts and he began kneading them gently, rolling her large erect nipples between his fingers, the lace of her bra causing cinsel bilgi a rough friction. Sami arched her back at the sensation and groaned even louder.

Sami snaked her hand down and found Brandon’s huge erection, stroking it urgently as Kristen rubbed her pussy even faster, her fingers pumping in and out of Sami’s wet tight cunt and her thumb rolling over her clit at a fevered pace. Sami brought the tip of Brandon’s cock to her pussy and rubbed it gently on the back of Kristen’s hand, as if to silently ask permission to go further.

Kristen responded by moving her hand away, giving Brandon’s engorged muscle full access to Sami’s hot juicy cunt. Sami glided Brandon’s cock up and down her slippery folds and across her sensitive, swollen clit, tilting her hips up slightly as the huge head slipped in her tunnel.

The feeling of Sami rubbing his cock along her wet pussy was driving Brandon nuts. He thrust his hips forward when he felt the head of his cock slip between Sami’s pussy lips and into her cunt. He drove all eight inches of hard throbbing cock up and into her in one stroke, slamming Sami back against Kristen. He held there for a moment letting both of the women catch their breath.

When Kristen recovered from being pushed back into the edge of the counter, she took one of Sami’s huge, perfect breasts in the palm of her hand, twirling the erect nipple between her fingers. Her free hand found its way back down to Sami’s hard swollen nub and massaged it while Brandon pumped his engorged cock into her wet, wanting pussy.

Sami moaned with pleasure as she was driven backwards with every stroke into Kristen’s soft breasts. She could feel the hardness of Kristen’s pelvis against her tailbone with every thrust. The sting of the lace rubbing on the raw, sensitive flesh of her nipple as Kristen rolled it between her fingers was achingly divine. The jolt of electricity when Kristen’s fingernail grazed across her clit was mind numbing. Sami could feel the pressure building deep in the center of her being, like a white hot lightning bolt of pleasure, bubbling to the surface.

“Oh!…Oh!…Don’t stop!… please!… don’t stop!”, Sami begged as the explosion tore through her, sending stars dancing before her eyes and waves of contractions through her body. She dug her nails into Brandon’s shoulders as he continued to thrust his cock deep inside her and Kristen kept up the furious pace of fingering her clit.

“I…I’m cumming!” Sami howled from deep in her throat as her hot juices flowed over Brandon’s cock in wave after wave, her body convulsing.

Brandon, who was already on the brink when Sami began to beg them to continue ravishing her body, completely lost it when she screamed and dug her sharp fingernails into his flesh. He grabbed hold of her slender hips and sank his huge pulsating cock into her tunnel, pumping harder and faster than he thought possible. He could feel the tip of his cock slamming against her cervical floor, threatening to bust right through.

Suddenly his balls tightened into a knot and he could feel the pressure building to a boiling point. With a fierce grasp on her hips, Brandon exploded stream after stream of hot cum deep into Sami’s womb, his cock throbbing uncontrollably. His legs shaking, he continued to ram his cock into Sami, feeling the walls of her pussy milking his dick of every last drop of cum he had to offer.

As the threesome slowly came down from the euphoric high of their first time together, trying to get control of their breathing and muscle contractions, a smile broke across each of their faces. Sami reached her hand out to take Kristen’s, and Brandon lovingly draped his arm across Sami’s shoulders.

Kristen handed Brandon and Sami each a glass of Merlot, and taking the third for herself, raised her glass towards the ceiling. “To the unbelievable beginning of an amazing friendship,” she toasted.

“Amazing,” Brandon laughed.

“Unbelievable,” Sami concurred, tapping her wine glass to both of theirs. “Just the beginning…”

THE END

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This is the fourth episode in the “Lucy and John” series. It is recommended that you read the previous episodes for context.

Warning 1: A note to those familiar with the series: the previous episodes centred on Lucy and John’s mutual induction into watersports. The story now takes another turn. If you’re desperate for a watersports story, this is not the one for you. Hopefully, you are game to read on…

Warning 2: This is a slow burn episode because of the developments in Lucy & John’s relationship. If you’re looking to get off quickly, this might not be the episode for you. At a pinch, you could jump forward to the “action” parts, so long as you don’t mind not knowing how things got there.

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“Mark, can I ask you about something?” ventured Lucy. They were naked in bed, and Mark was eager for some action.

Mark stopped his advances, curious. “Sure,” he answered easily. They always had a relaxed manner between them and were always ready to hear each other’s thoughts. In the bedroom, they were also happy to indulge each other’s fantasies and little kinks – the exception recently had been Mark’s refusal to consider watersports. It was one of his rare refusals.

It had only been two days since Lucy and John had continued their watersports-filled affair and discussed Lucy’s plan for potentially removing the guilt that both she and John felt about their extra-marital activities and secret lust for each other. And love, Lucy admitted to herself. She loved Mark dearly, but it seemed that there was space in her heart for two men.

Lucy timidly approached the subject. Some of her demeanour was an act, but her heart was also truly in her mouth because there was a lot at stake. “What do you think about having a threesome?” she finally managed.

Mark paused, and slowly a smile crept across his face. “You mean like with another woman? Yeah, I could go for that! Is it because you want some woman-on-woman action, or do you want to see me with someone else? I’m happy with all of the above!” Mark responded enthusiastically.

Maybe a little *too* enthusiastically, Lucy thought to herself. “Well, yeah, we could do that,” said Lucy carefully. Mark had in fact made it much easier for her, because having another female present was a big part of her plan.

“You sound unsure. You mean ‘no’ to me fucking another woman, right?”

“No! It’s not that. I think that would be super sexy to watch. I know that you love me and wouldn’t leave me for anyone else. I think it would make me super horny! And yeah, I could definitely get into some ‘woman on woman action’ as you put it.”

“Oh! Well, there’s a revelation! Sign me up!

“But… what? Why did you pause like that?” Mark concluded with a puzzled look.

“We could definitely do that,” Lucy repeated, “but I’d also like to have you and another guy at the same time.” There, she’d said it.

Mark thought about it. “You mean, like, one after the other? Or both of us in you at the same time?”

Lucy was amazed that Mark hadn’t hit the roof. He actually seemed to be entertaining the idea. “I’d love it at the same time!” Lucy blurted out. “You in my pussy, and another cock in my ass. Being filled up like that!”

Marks eyes widened. “God I’ve never done that, and you told me you haven’t either, right?”

“Never.”

“God.” Mark paused again, lost in thought for a while. He then finally managed, “I think I’d be OK with it. So long as we do the other threesome sometime.”

“Really?” gasped Lucy, somewhat amazed. “But… you can’t just think you’d be OK with it. You have to be sure. We can’t get into the whole thing and then you pulling out.” Lucy suddenly laughed at her unintended pun.

Mark realised the joke too and laughed a little. Then, steeling himself for his own answer, “OK, then. I’m sure. Anything for you, Babe. And I trust you not to run off with someone either. Like you said, I reckon it’d make me horny. Look at my cock right now!”

Lucy looked down at Mark’s raging erection. This was going way better than she had hoped. She reached down and grabbed his cock giving him a few playful tugs. Some pre-cum squeezed out. Obviously, Mark was super excited by the conversation. In less than a minute, he was completely fired up.

But there was much more ground to cover, Lucy thought, and released her grip. “So? Who would you want to be with?” she asked. “I promise I won’t get jealous.”

Mark thought for a while. “I don’t know – maybe someone on Tinder or something like that?”

“God no!” cried Lucy. Her plan was working so far. “I’m sorry – it would have to be someone we know. There’s no way I’m letting a stranger fuck me up the ass, and I don’t really want to see you fuck a stranger either. I know that sounds weird. But it has to be someone I can trust. That we can trust. And I don’t want condoms. I want to be filled up by both of you and have cum dripping out of both holes! We have to trust whoever to not have any diseases.” Lucy wasn’t quite sure where all of that came from. It escort tanıtımları wasn’t in her pre-arranged mental script.

Mark was visibly surprised by Lucy’s directness. “Ahem… OK. Oh…Kay. That’s really hot! Well, how’s that going to work? It could get really weird and make a friendship fall apart if they had a problem with it. Or even if it didn’t go how we wanted?”

“I know, but sorry, it has to be someone we know and trust. I guess we have to pick them well.” Pretending to ponder on it, Lucy said, “We don’t really know any cute singles that we could ask that sort of question.”

“You know what, it would have to be a couple, get their agreement, and have a foursome!”, Lucy said pretending to sound excited about her revelation. “Then we can do both fantasies at the same time!”

Mark thought about it, finally nodding. “What about if we asked Andrew and Meagan?”

“No way – sorry not them. I’m really not attracted to either of them. You like Meagan, do you?” Lucy teased.

“She’s alright, I guess. Fair comment about Andrew, though. We definitely have to agree. Who then?”

Lucy pretended to go through a few couples they both knew, one by one dismissing them. Mark even dismissed a few. “What about Anita and John? They’re certainly close by!” she finally said, making sure that they were far enough down the list not to arouse suspicion.

“They’re right fucking next door!” cried Mark. “And… they’re both about 10 years older than us!”

‘Oh dear,’ thought Lucy to herself. The plan had taken a turn for the worse.

“I don’t really care that much about age so long as there’s not too much flab hangin’ out,” Lucy said jovially. “I reckon John’s cute enough,” she said, trying to sound fairly ambivalent about it.

“Oh, I see!” said Mark, but he was smiling as he said it. Mark had a fairly good opinion of his own looks, having always found it easy to get laid. He wasn’t threatened by John. “Yeah, I guess he’s pretty fit for his age. And Anita’s not too bad to look at either!” Mark threw the last bit in as a bit of revenge. If it upset Lucy, she certainly didn’t show it.

“She is. She’s pretty sexy. I wouldn’t mind playing with her a bit, too!” Lucy declared. All of it, she realised to her own surprise, was the truth.

“And you’d be OK with me fucking her? Or would you only want me to do other things with her?” ventured Mark.

“I’d love to see you fuck her!” Lucy confessed. Again, the truth. “It’s only fair if John’s going to be inside me, right?”

Mark was reeling a little from the turn of the conversation, but smiling and with a continuing raging erection.

“What if John wanted to fuck me while you’re doing Anita?” There, Lucy had finally got the conversation to where she wanted.

“Like you say, that’s only fair, right?” said Mark to his own amazement.

“You’re sure you could handle that?”

Mark paused for a little longer. Judging by his leaking cock, he could only come to one conclusion. “Yeah, definitely. But wait – we’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves, right? We have to convince them too.”

Lucy thought for a while herself. Obviously, John was on-board in a big way, but Anita sometimes came across as shy and private whenever sex came up in the conversation. “I dunno. There’s only way to find out, right?”

“I guess,” said Mark.

“You’ll have to ask John,” Lucy suggested. The final piece of her plan with Mark was in place. “I’ll ask Anita. Too weird otherwise. We’ll have to coordinate it so that we each ask them separately at roughly the same time. What do you think?”

“Yeah definitely,” Mark agreed easily. “What if they’re really offended by it?”

“We’re just going to have to tread carefully and put it to them that it’s totally up to them, and if not, we never speak of it again. Or something like that.”

“Haha! Well, I bet you John won’t pass up the opportunity to be with you, even if it means letting me fuck Anita!” said Mark. He knew how sexy his wife was.

Lucy smiled. ‘If only he knew,’ she thought.

“That settles that,” began Lucy, licking her lips. “Now, I think we need to do something with this!” she said as she hungrily eyed Mark’s cock and the saturated sheets that he had been leaking onto.

Lucy felt her own copious wetness as she slid down Mark’s body and swallowed his cock.

*

“See ya!” John called over with a wave to Mark as Mark was heading towards his house.

They’d just returned from a local bar where Mark had presented the ‘proposal’ to John. John, forewarned by Lucy that her conversation with Mark had gone well, had feigned surprise bordering on shock initially, but allowed himself to (pretend to) warm to the idea. In the end, he agreed to the foursome, but only if Anita also agreed. He quietly congratulated himself on what he thought was a fairly good acting effort. He was sure that Mark had no idea that he was already in on the plan. The problem, though, was being convincing enough for Anita, if Lucy gaziantep escort tanıtımları had even been successful in her attempts to persuade Anita. Anita had bags of feminine wiles about her and could spot a lie a mile away. He admitted that he needed his wits about him, so he’d limited himself to one drink at the bar.

“Let us know! And remember, we all forget about it if it doesn’t work for everyone,” Mark reiterated.

“For sure.”

Lucy and John had agreed that a text message between either of them to indicate success or failure of the conversation would be too suspicious if their spouse saw it. The path to John & Anita’s house was lined by low hedges on both sides. As she was leaving John & Anita’s house, and Anita had gone safely back inside, Lucy had snapped a small young branch from the hedge on the side closest to Lucy & Mark’s house, and left it hanging loosely from the hedge.

As John walked down the path, he saw it. ‘Success!’ John thought to himself. At least he didn’t have an uphill battle trying to get Anita to change her mind.

He gathered his composure, and then took a deep breath to relax himself before opening the door.

“Anita?”

“In here,” replied Anita, the sound coming from their bedroom. John wondered if Lucy had discussed it with her there. Unlikely, he thought to himself.

John entered the bedroom to find Anita lounging, fully clothed, on the covers of the bed, her head propped up with pillows. He sat down on the bed near her and held her legs gently.

“So…” John began. “Mark said that Lucy would be having the same conversation with you?”

“Fuck, John! I couldn’t believe it!” she responded. It sounded to be more shock, and less enthusiasm than John had hoped for.

John was trying to gauge her reaction. Lucy’s signal clearly showed that Anita had agreed – eventually, at least. Was Anita trying to do some pretending herself? Perhaps she was more enthusiastic about it than she was trying to let on initially to John? But John then realised that he had advanced warning about Anita’s reaction. Anita didn’t know if John had agreed or not. John admitted to himself that he could totally understand that Anita was being cautious about her response to him.

“You can say that again,” responded John. “It could create issues, right?”

“That sounds like you said yes, right? Because there wouldn’t be any issues if you said no?” said Anita. Wiley, John reminded himself. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking more about his opening lines.

“Well, Honey…”

“Did you say yes or no?” Anita sounded a little mad. John was worried that he was rapidly stuffing this up. Time for some controlled honesty, he thought.

“Yes. I said yes,” he started, trying to soften his voice and the building tenseness in the situation. “But only after lots of thought, and only if it’s something you want to do. Honey, I’d never risk our relationship together.” OK, he thought to himself, that last bit was a lie – he’d already taken some big risks. But the sentiment was the truth – he loved his wife.

But curiously his lie had had the desired effect. It was what Anita needed to hear. Her man was safely with her, regardless of maybe a bit of fun.

“And so… what about you? Did you say yes or no?”

“Pretty much what you said,” Anita began, and then paused. She realised herself that she had to be honest. “I said yes! I can’t believe it, but I did! I don’t do this sort of thing!”

John realised that, after Lucy had obviously broken through Anita’s tough barriers, his wife was fairly damned excited about the idea.

“But only if you’re sure about it,” cautioned John. “Are you sure you can handle me being in the threesome with Lucy?”

Anita gave a sly smile. “So long as you’re OK with Mark screwing me,” she said teasingly. “Lucy told me that he wants to do me.”

John smiled. “You’re a little bit into Mark, aren’t you?”

“Maybe…” she responded coyly, with the obvious meaning of ‘Yes’.

“It’s OK. I’m not jealous. I’d love to watch you fuck him!”

“Really? … And Lucy said no condoms… if we agree. You OK with that? Are you OK with Mark’s cum inside me? She said they don’t have any diseases.”

John couldn’t believe the change in his wife. Lucy had created a monster – much as he himself had liberated Lucy in their shared fetish. “That’d be super hot! What about you?” he said.

“Mmm hmm,” Anita said. “I’d love it.”

“Do you want the same sort of threesome yourself?” John asked. He thought the answer would be no because Anita wasn’t too keen on anal sex. But given her new-found enthusiasm for experimenting, he thought it was worth asking.

“Nah, I’m good without that. I’m pretty keen to watch it, though,” Anita confessed with a wink. “I’d love to play with Lucy a bit, and she said she’d want to play with me.”

“I reckon both Mark and I would love to watch that!” John said excitedly.

“So, it’s a yes from us?”

“Judging gaziantep escort bayan tanıtımları by your reaction, it sounds like it’s a big yes from us!” John joked.

Anita smiled. “I’ll let Lucy know.”

With that, she typed the single word “YES” into her phone and sent the message to Lucy. She then sat up, grabbed John by the shoulders, and kissed him deeply.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” she whispered in his ear.

John smiled as they wrapped their arms around each other and began their heated lovemaking.

*

Drinks with the four of them the next Friday night started out awkwardly. It was to be expected, thought John. Lucy & Mark’s children, Ben and Emily, were safely tucked into bed upstairs. After a little of what approached their normal chit chat, all four of them seemed to struggle with how to kick-start the conversation to discuss the elephant in the room.

After making sure that they’d each had a few sips of their drinks, it was Lucy who broke the ice. “How are you both feeling about it all?” she asked, looking at John and Anita.

Thankful for Lucy’s bravery, John replied, “We’re still keen. Right, Honey?”

“To be honest we’ve talked about nothing else,” agreed Anita.

“Well, that’s a relief!” said Lucy. “We’ve organised that Ben and Emily can have a sleep-over with some school friends next Friday night, if that works for you? Or do you want more time to be sure about it?”

“Next Friday can’t get here soon enough!” quipped Anita, smiling. Her remark caused smiles all around, and the tension seemed to dissipate instantly.

John was again surprised by the boldness of his wife. He had caught her eyeing off Mark in the previous days. He could only imagine what she was thinking about but had a fairly good idea that it involved sex. John thought that it was curious that he felt no jealousy. It was all part of their agreement, he thought, and it had clearly removed that social boundary for Anita. He reminded himself that he would be hypocritical to feel any other way.

“Well, Ben and Emily are upstairs, so we can’t get too crazy, but I think we should check if there’s a spark,” said Lucy. All four of them were sitting on the long L-shaped couch. Lucy stood up and walked over to where Anita was sitting. She gently took Anita’s wine glass from her hand and set it down, and then climbed up onto the couch. She lifted her dress a little and sat on Anita’s lap, facing her, and straddling her with her knees on either side of Anita’s thighs.

Tenderly, Lucy held Anita’s face and gave her a lingering close-mouthed kiss on the lips. Both women immediately felt a delicious tingle in their groins. Feeling their mutual desire, both parted their lips and began kissing passionately, their tongues caressing each other gently. Lucy reached for Anita’s breasts and massaged them. She traced around Anita’s nipples which were so erect that they were easily seen through the top half of her dress. Anita moaned gently at Lucy’s expert touch.

John and Mark had both turned to watch the spectacle. They felt erections begin to press against their pants, and both women felt their own juices begin to flow.

Lucy and Anita kissed for what seemed like minutes. Mark and John now had noticeable bulges in their pants and sat transfixed on the obvious passion that the women were sharing. Lucy could feel that her panties were now wet through.

Finally, Lucy broke their kiss, and said softly, “Yep, OK. That works for me. Anita?”

“I’m so wet now!” admitted Anita. John decided that this would be the last time that he allowed himself to be surprised by his wife’s forthrightness. She had clearly changed her behaviour on expressing her sexuality. John like the change.

“Let’s try with the men,” said Lucy. She was finally able to now kiss John, and more, without feeling even the slightest pang of guilt. She motioned to Anita with her head that she should attend to Mark. Lucy & Mark’s eyes met briefly as she nodded in his direction and they both smiled. Lucy then turned her attention to John and sat on his lap in the same manner that she had with Anita.

Lucy wasted no time in beginning a kiss with John. She thought perhaps that she should pretend to be a bit more tentative to keep up the rouse, but she was now so worked up that she couldn’t hold back. Briefly she thought to herself that if Mark mentioned it, she could explain it away as losing her head a little after her kiss with Anita.

Anita slowly assumed the same position on top of Mark and leant in for careful kiss. Mark responded carefully also at first, but seeing his wife going all out with John gave him the confidence to do the same with Anita.

All four now had tongues busy exploring each other’s partner’s tongue. The energy in the room was bringing them all into a surge of lust.

Lucy inched forward, planting her panties directly on top of John’s bulge in his pants. She began grinding her pussy against it, imagining his hard cock inside her. Her movements caused his bulge to occasionally push her panties out the way, and her pussy lips were directly penetrated a little. An audible slurping sound made it obvious how excited she was, and that John’s pants would be made wet by her grinding. John felt like his cock was going to explode out of his pants and so desperately wanted to fuck Lucy right then and there. But he knew they couldn’t with the children upstairs.

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