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Author’s note: This is Part Five of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.

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After experiencing such a frenzy of sexual activity over the first three days of our vacation, Michelle and I decided to step back a little, enjoy each other’s company, and reconnect as a couple. We mostly spent those days lounging on a beach bed and listening to the ocean waves gently roll onto the shore. It was a public beach with “vanilla” resorts on either side, and it was always amusing to watch the reactions from guests of those resorts as they attempted to casually stroll past our bed.

Our evening routine continued as usual, with a delicious dinner followed by the evening’s entertainment and dancing in the disco. We enjoyed flirting a little with some of the friends we had met throughout the week, but there was no sexual contact. We decided to save that for ourselves when we returned to our room.

Our one-on-one time was as exciting and passionate as it had been in the weeks prior to our vacation. Michelle was always open to try new things, and we were eager to practice all the “tricks and tips” we had learned from others throughout the week. Talking about everything we had done throughout the week made us both incredibly horny, and it seemed as though our sexual appetites could never be satisfied.

On the morning of our last day at the resort, a “sex clinic” was held in the disco. These clinics had been held daily throughout the week, but we were always too distracted to attend. The topic of that day’s clinic was pussy-licking, and I convinced Michelle to attend.

We arrived at the disco and were surprised to see that it was nearly filled to capacity. In addition to the beds, couches and loveseats that normally filled the room, several mats had been placed on the floor. We worked our way through the crowd and found an empty seat on a padded bench.

The instructor introduced herself, and then asked all the ladies to undress. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing naked women in a room of fully-clothed men. The men were instructed to position themselves at the women’s feet, and were led through a series of step-by-step instructions. The first fifteen minutes or so consisted of light massaging and kissing the neck, breasts, legs and inner thighs.

Finally, instructions were given for the men to begin gently kissing, licking and sucking the outer labia of the vagina. The nervous giggles that filled the room when the instruction began were soon replaced with heavy breathing and low moaning. Within minutes, the sound of dozens of women moaning in unison filled the room. By the time the men were instructed to insert a couple of fingers into the vaginal entrance, the combined moaning had become so intense, it became difficult to hear the instructor.

After Michelle experienced what appeared to be a tremendous orgasm, we slipped out of the room, past dozens of women experiencing their own orgasms, and made our way toward the hot tub. We were both so turned on by the experience of being in a room full of women having simultaneous orgasms, and we were anxious to see what kind of naughtiness we could find to cap off our week of debauchery.

We waded over toward our usual two seats at the end of the “swim-up” bar, and Carlos greeted us with a warm and friendly smile, along with a couple of tropical concoctions. We enjoyed a few more drinks while chatting and flirting with the couples surrounding the bar. At one point, Michelle became engrossed in conversation with a bald guy named Stefan, who was visiting from Montreal. Knowing her fondness for bald guys, I wasn’t surprised that she was becoming very flirty.

While having a conversation with a man to my right, I noticed that he kept glancing over my shoulder. When I finally turned to see what he found so interesting, I saw Michelle and Stefan making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Their mouths were wide open, their tongues were probing each other, and their hands were all over one another. Michelle’s mecidiyeköy escort left hand was below the water line, and her frantic stroking created splashes and waves.

I didn’t want to stare at them, but I also couldn’t ignore what was happening. I tried to be as casual as possible and continue my conversation with the man to my right, but my dick had become so hard so quickly that it was bobbing above the water line and had become impossible to conceal.

I waited a few moments before I glanced back over my shoulder. When I did, their hands were still all over each other, but Michelle’s eyes were now open, and she looked at me and smiled. I decided it was safe to approach.

“So…I see you’ve made a new friend,” I said to Michelle.

“Yes I have!” she said excitedly. “And he’s bald, too!”

“Is he? I hadn’t noticed,” I said sarcastically.

“Stefan wants to move over to one of those beds,” she continued, motioning toward one of the empty beds surrounding the hot tub area. “Do you want to join us?”

When we discussed our fantasy bucket list prior to our vacation, seeing Michelle please two guys at the same time was near the top of my list. The thought of having both her mouth and pussy filled at the same time was incredibly exciting, and she seemed equally excited by that scenario. On our final day at the resort, this was our opportunity to check off a major item on that list.

“What about his wife?” I asked.

“She is sleeping back in my room,” Stefan responded in a French-Canadian accent. “It’s okay,” he added, noting the look of concern on my face. “We have an open marriage. She’s okay with me having fun on my own.”

I agreed to their arrangement, and they both smiled widely. Michelle excused herself to visit the ladies room, and Stefan did as well, leaving me standing alone near the bar, still trying to conceal my raging hard-on.

A long time passed, and I began to wonder if they had started without me. When I scanned the beds, however, they were nowhere to be found. I then saw Michelle talking to a woman at the “dry bar” on the other side of the hot tub. Stefan was also with her. As soon as Michelle saw me, she motioned for me to join them.

I was introduced to Stefan’s wife, Brigitte, who evidently had awoken from her nap. She was very thin, with short, black hair, and I guessed that she was in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She seemed like a nice woman, but I wasn’t particularly attracted to her, and hoped that I wasn’t put in an awkward position of being led into a foursome with this couple.

As we continued chatting, it became clear that our original plan of sharing Michelle on one of the beds had been foiled. It wasn’t even clear to me whether Stefan or Michelle had even mentioned the plan to Brigitte. Arrangements were made for the four of us to have dinner together, and we parted ways to get changed in our rooms.

“What happened there?” I asked Michelle, once we had escaped earshot.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “It just got weird when she showed up.”

I was disappointed, but I decided not to dwell upon it. The four of us enjoyed a good conversation over dinner, and plans were made to meet them at the lobby bar to watch the evening’s entertainment. I had been looking forward to this night since we booked the trip. The theme for the night was “Schoolgirl Night,” and Michelle had bought the tiniest, sexiest schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. I couldn’t wait to see her wear it again.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her as she dressed, and insisted upon snapping several photos in our room before we left. Her outfit was a one-piece plaid dress similar to what you would see a Catholic schoolgirl wear, except that her skirt barely covered her ass. Of course, she chose not to wear panties, so any time she bent over, crossed her legs or moved a certain way, she would give a brief glimpse of her delicious, naked ass and shaved pussy. She topped off this ensemble with white, mid-thigh leggings and thick, six-inch black heels that looked like “saddle shoes.”

As aksaray escort we walked to the lobby bar, all heads turned in her direction, and my chest swelled with pride. We ordered a drink, and a short time later we were joined by Stefan and Brigitte. Brigitte elected not to dress in theme, but wore a short white dress instead. Perhaps it was the dress, or maybe the lighting, but she looked a bit more attractive to me than she had upon first impression.

The evening entertainment — an acrobatic act — began, and I watched while embracing Michelle from behind. I kissed her neck softly, and she leaned her head back and cooed. She was moving her hips to the music and grinding into my crotch, which made me instantly erect. I kissed, licked and bit her neck and ears, and she seemed to melt in my arms.

I felt a strange presence, and when I opened my eyes, I noticed that Stefan was also making out with her. He was kissing her deeply, working on her front half while I was kissing her from behind. We had formed a “Michelle sandwich” and she loved every minute of it.

The show had barely begun when Stefan grabbed Michelle’s hand and practically pulled her toward the disco. I looked at Brigitte, and she took me by the hand as we tried to keep up with them. The four of us raced up the stairs and into the disco. We made a beeline toward the playroom behind the bar. We were the first people in the disco, and the playroom was empty.

I had barely had a chance to remove my shoes, and Michelle already had Stefan’s dick out of his pants and in her mouth. He was still fully clothed, and sitting upright against a wall. Michelle was on all fours in front of him, hungrily devouring his cock. I felt the zipper of my pants being tugged down, and Brigitte was on her knees in front of me, desperately trying to free my dick as quickly as possible.

With one fluid motion she took my cock out and stuffed it in her mouth. I could not keep my eyes off of Michelle. She looked so amazing in her schoolgirl costume, and her bare ass was pointed in my direction. My prick swelled to full length in no time. Brigitte wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and furiously stroked my shaft with one of her hands.

She stopped and began to strip out of her dress, and I took that opportunity to strip out of my clothes as well. She lay naked on the mat next to Stefan and Michelle, and reached over to grasp her husband’s hand. Although she was thinner than I prefer, she had good muscle tone, and it was obvious she worked to keep in shape. I crawled between her legs and decided to test out some of the pussy-licking techniques I had learned that morning. By the time I inserted two fingers inside her and began twisting them in and out while flicking my tongue around her clit, she was moaning and squirming all over the mat. Her body tensed and shook, and I maintained my steady pace until her spasms subsided.

“You are a lucky lady,” Brigitte said with a French accent to Michelle. “Your husband has a magical tongue!”

We all laughed. It was a phrase that Michelle and I would laugh about for weeks afterward.

I rose to my knees, reached over to my crumpled pants and fumbled through my pockets in search of a condom.

“Can I have one?” Michelle asked sweetly. She was holding Stefan’s wet cock in her hand.

I handed her a condom, and as she unrolled it over Stefan’s cock as I unrolled one over mine. I decided I wanted to take Brigitte from behind, so I flipped her over. As I entered her, Michelle was climbing on top of Stefan’s lap and positioning herself. Both couples seemed to reach the moment of penetration at the exact same moment, as evidenced by the simultaneous gasp elicited by the women.

Brigitte was gushing all over my cock, which created a delicious noise as I thrust into her from behind. Her ass was firm and round, and provided me with a nice view as my dick slid in and out of her. With each thrust, my balls smacked against her clit. To my right, Michelle was grinding and thrusting on top of Stefan, and they both moaned topkapı escort loudly.

It occurred to me that both Michelle and Stefan were still fully dressed. Michelle had managed to pull Stefan’s pants down to his knees, but he was still wearing his shirt and even his shoes. And Michelle was still completely dressed in her schoolgirl outfit. They were too excited to even both getting undressed.

Brigitte’s moans grew louder and louder, and out of nowhere I felt her pussy contract, and her body tensed and shook once again. She practically collapsed beneath me, and I realized that she was likely done for the night. I withdrew my hard cock from her, and removed the condom.

To my right, Michelle was still grinding and pumping on top of Stefan, and had picked up the pace a bit. She gave a loud moan and held herself in place, with his cock buried deep inside her, and I recognized that moan as an orgasm. She remained still for a moment, and then climbed off of him, removed his condom and put his cock back in her mouth. She was on a mission to get him off one way or another.

My dick was still hard, but Brigitte appeared as though she had been drained of every ounce of energy in her body. I looked over at Michelle’s perfectly-shaped ass peeking out from her short plaid skirt, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. It was time to check off another item from our fantasy bucket list.

I moved behind her, lifted her little skirt, and pushed my cock into her soaking-wet hole, eliciting a muffled groan. She now had one hard cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. Another fantasy fulfilled. Unfortunately, this fantasy would not last long. The thrill of seeing my wife in this position put me over the edge quickly. I thrust into her faster and harder, and within moments felt a powerful stream of cum fill her from within. Seconds later, Stefan groaned loudly and Michelle’s muffled moan indicated that she was letting him finish in her mouth. Evidently, this little adventure had reawakened her taste for cum.

All three of us collapsed in sweat and exhaustion. We gathered our clothes and sneaked back into the disco to spend the rest of the night dancing, drinking and laughing. When the disco closed for the night, Michelle and I visited the lobby bar for a little midnight snack. Sitting under the stars and feeling the warm Caribbean breeze upon our bodies, pizza never tasted so good.

On the morning of our departure, we sat on the porch together and enjoyed a cup of coffee as we gazed at the bright blue Caribbean Sea. This vacation had exceeded our wildest imaginations, and it was difficult to pry ourselves away from this magical place. In just one short week, we had shared so many incredibly erotic sexual experiences, and had fulfilled most of the sexual fantasies we ever had.

In many ways, this vacation was a life-changing experience. It wasn’t only about sex. More importantly, we learned that our experiences had brought us closer together than ever before. We learned that we trusted each other so implicitly that nothing could ever come between us. If our relationship could survive witnessing each other being intimate with others, it could survive anything.

Not only did our relationship improve, but we each experienced a significant personal improvement as well. After spending so many years defining herself as a wife and mother, Michelle seemed to realize that she was also a woman. She was happier, more outgoing, friendlier, flirtier, and more confident than I had ever seen her before. She seemed to have broken free from her shell and fully embraced life. Not only was I madly in love with her; I was proud of her.

After seventeen years of commitment and monogamy, an exciting new realm filled with titillating possibilities had been opened for both of us. We had given each other the ultimate gift: the freedom to explore all our wildest fantasies and act upon all the feelings and urges that we had bottled up and denied for so long. We learned that trust is the greatest gift that one can give in any relationship. We learned to let go of our insecurities and embrace the faith we had in our profound love for each other.

Over the coming years, we would have many more erotic adventures as a result of this experience. But there is nothing quite like your first time, and this first experience we had in Cancun was one that we will cherish forever.

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It was late one Saturday evening and I was home alone, something I seemed to be doing a great deal of recently. I was experiencing a large amount of blood pumping hunger. In other words, I was in the throes of the hormone monster and thinking about doing the single girl two step — masturbation. I could feel my nipples throb and my neither regions ache with need. I craved release — just the idea of pleasuring my own pussy had me wet with anticipation.

I stood at my bedroom window and looked across the common area directly into my neighbor’s apartment. I had an unrestricted view into the dwelling usually but tonight it was completely dark. (Not that I needed any additional eye candy in my condition.) I had spoken with this man in the laundry room, at the mailboxes, even watched him ride away on his Harley with a lust filled eye. There was something very sexual about him that had nothing to do with the amount of women that traipsed in & out of his place: he had a way of treating women, that made them aware of his genuine appreciation for their gender. Maybe it was the way he leaned in when a woman spoke to him, as if he hung on every word. Or perhaps it was the way he would casually brush his fingertips along her arm or hand, as though emphasizing his presence.

From the top of his sandy brown head to the tip of his boots, he was hot with a capital ‘H’. I wondered about his sexual prowess — then was over come by mind pictures of him in various positions that were so intoxicating, they had my clit throbbing with desire. My fingers longed to play…

My black silk robe was all the clothing I wore. While gazing out into the darkened apartment I had allowed the belt slip open, the cool air crinkling my nipples; my erotic thoughts causing my 38c breasts to swell with desire. I could so easily imagine him on his knees licking up the honey flow that threatened to spill out of my neglected pussy. I allowed my fingers slip into my slick vee and found the stamen between the folds of my petals and began massaging it. The lights behind me were dimmed, perfect for self-gratification. I used my left hand to cup making doubly certain my nakedness was contained.

“I don’t know if you remember me, my name is Greg. I have a package that was left for you at my place by mistake.” I opened the door wider, allowing him into my apartment. He came in sporting black leather & tight jeans and left a clean scent in his wake as he passed. (I couldn’t help but take the opportunity to check out the goods yet again. The man was packing. My bad!) He glanced around and placed the package on a nearby table and turned to face me.

“That’s really nice of you to bring the package over,” I began.

“It’s no trouble, I’ve been home awhile. I was doing some star gazing and got distracted. The view just about killed me,” Greg smiled; the warmth was mirrored in his honey brown eyes before he grabbed my right hand. He then began to slowly and erotically lick over my fingertips, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. His actions nearly had me jumping out of my skin or maybe it was the moment he started sucking on my fingers; the answering pull could be felt directly between my thighs. I was more than a little shocked when he placed my dewy digits directly over his bulge and rubbed himself against my hand. My fingers trailed over his firm flesh slowly, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t a dream.

‘This can’t be happening,’ I thought but his cock jumped at my touch. That was all the wake up I needed.

“It looked like you şişli escort needed a hand. I believe in being neighborly.” He stated as he pulled open my robe and began suckling on my pale pink nipples, making the crests bloom a darker hue. His mouth’s voraciousness sucked in more & more flesh vigorously as his hand skimmed lower cupping over my well lubed rose. “You’re dripping wet, I can take of that.” He murmured as he knelt and licked the outside down-like muff that covered the entrance to my honey flow.

“Mmm, don’t mind my cold ears.” He teased as his tongue lapped up my wetness, slurping, sucking noises soon followed, my thighs opened wider to allow him easier access to my body.

“I really get off over a well lubed pussy — it makes experimentation that much more fun.” I felt his knowing fingers move back and enter my rear door, moving in & out lewdly as he sucked on my well-developed pea. I flooded his face instantly and felt his honey wet kisses move up along my thighs, leaving a trail of small passion marks in his wake.

I dropped to my knees and nuzzled the bulge in his well-packed jeans. He assisted me by opening them up and freeing the male protuberance that resided there. He held it at its base and stroked the tip over my waiting lips. His other hand skimmed over my hair to cup the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. The very size of his cock was a force to be reckoned with.

“Suck me off,” he ordered. “I know you’ve been watching me for a while. I’ve been watching you, too.” He guided himself into my waiting, hungry mouth while still holding my head steady, taking control. (A fantasy this oral woman could relive repeatedly!) My tongue flicked over his tool, my body responding to the growing fullness against my tongue. I moaned audibly as his hips gyrated back & forth, fucking my mouth.

“I knew you were oral.” Greg whispered as I swallowed him down to the base of his cock while lightly massaging his balls.

“This is just getting in my way.” He pulled the robe from off my body and it fell to pool on the carpet around me. The image we brought to mind was mind-boggling. I’m kneeling before him submissively, completely nude, sucking and licking over his turgid cock like a sugar junkie after a fix. He’s still fully clothed; his pants lowered just enough to allow me access to his cock. My tongue bathed over him fully, paying added attention to the ridge at his crown. I tasted droplets of pre-cum, the warm pearls combine with my natural exuberance — I swallowed hungrily. I felt the warmth spreading throughout my body. I craved more.

“I don’t want to cum yet — get on all fours,” I moved eagerly, ready to obey his every whim. I yearned to feel him inside me completely.

Greg entered me from behind with one quick thrust — the rough texture of his jeans rubbing against my nakedness, the contrast of tender flesh against the harsh material is not lost on me. I savored the sensations, all of them. I felt the head of his cock tease the very core of me. He toyed with me, keeping me right on the edge. He moved his hips against me slowly; the movements sent spirals of enjoyment through us both. Our combined pleasure spills out, leaking down my thighs. The scent of us permeates the air…the perfume making me long to taste his cum once again.

He dampens his fingers in my honey and I felt him seeking entrance at my dark portal. He inserted one slowly, finger fucking me – opening up my back passage while lubing me for more pleasure. I felt him pull out of my bayan escort tightness with an audible plop and explore the opening of my unused cavern. I tensed but before I could utter a protest Greg plunged into my tunnel of unearthly delights. I softly whimpered; the pleasure is almost more than I can bear, as he stroked my clit leisurely. I’m so aroused, so wet we could hear his fingers as they moved thru my soft folds.

“Touch your breasts for me, pinch your nipples,” Greg hoarsely ordered. I felt him tense, his body close to cuming. As I cupped and manipulated my breasts, his digits began flickering over my clit in a rapid staccato.

“You feel so good,” He cried out as a warm rush permeates me, a load of delectable cream shoots into me deeply…wave after wave of heat pulsates through me.

I felt Greg pull out of me and his lips replace his rigidness, his tongue lapping up through the folds of me — sampling the combined flavors he discovered…he began tongue fucking my pussy once again, causing yet another explosion.

Afterward, I walk him to the door, my knees still a bit unsteady from our encounter, the very force of our love play. He grabbed me in a warm embrace and kissed me passionately, deeply. I could taste the erotic flavor of us in the kiss — the dark images it created were to be savored and remembered — but at another time.

He picked up the package and gave me another hug.

“I thought that was for me?” I questioned: still somewhat dazed.

“This is my laundry. I just used it to get through the door.”

“Next time you need a hand — you know how to get my attention.”

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It had been a few days and I hadn’t seen my sexy neighbor since our encounter. I felt the want building inside me; like a volcano ready to erupt. I yearned for release. I craved his taste, his touch. The force of the hunger spurred me into a bold move.

I prepared myself for him, wanting to please and delight him as much as he had given of himself to me.

‘This time will be all for his pleasure,’ I thought to convince myself as I soaked in a perfumed bath, the airy bubbles teasing my flesh. I wanted to play with my clit but I waited, I wanted to explode and flood his face…I could imagine his reaction at such wantonness.

I would have liked my visit to be a surprise but I’ve called ahead and made certain he’d be home and receptive to a guest. The excitement and expectation in his deep voice allies any fears I might have possessed. I felt my excitement level increase and dampen my thong.

At the appointed time I knocked at his front door. He opened the portal, wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, his chest bare, muscled and begging to be touched. His warm and welcoming smile stilled the butterflies that had suddenly taken flight deep within me. The living room was aglow from several strategically placed candles but the light did nothing to dispel the darkened corners of the large, well appointed room. He pulled me further into the room, closing and locking the door behind me, the sound of it overly loud in the quiet room.

I had fantasized about being alone with him again, but now facing my desires I felt suddenly hesitant, shy. As if reading my thoughts Greg placed his hands on my shoulders briefly, giving me a reassuring squeeze. One hand slowly, methodically began blazing a trail down the front of my dress, my nipple a hard erect point that begged his attention. His fingers traced lovingly over it before unbuttoning the front istanbul escort of my bodice, revealing my full breasts for his hungry gaze. He lowered the lacy cups and my twin points peaked out over the edges of my black bra. His mouth sucked in an erect nipple, slowly, teasingly. Both buds were soon well loved by the force of his voracious mouth. He repositioned me, so that I faced away from him, leaning back against his masculine frame. An arm is wrapped around my waist holding me steady as his other plays over my exposed flesh as expertly as a musician plays his instrument. Fingers teased and trailed over me igniting an unquenchable desire.

My dress is as quickly cast aside as yesterday’s gossip. I leaned against him as his fingers delved under my thong and into my pussy, removing the syrup that is freely flowing from my libidinous body. He raised a hand to slowly and erotically lick over his digits then kissed me deeply, passionately.

“Your pussy is as sweet as I remember.” Greg whispered, his breath causing ripples of delight to skim over my flesh.

I sensed movement and looked off into the darkness. A form emerged from the shadows — walking slowly into the dim light. A dark haired, curvaceous woman moved in towards us. I start and attempted to move away but I’m held firmly in place by Greg’s steely arms. He occasionally dipped in a finger or two into my still wet pussy as if exploring my reaction.

“This is my good friend Amy. She wants to taste your sweetness.” I jerk — the night suddenly as surreal as a dream but I’m conscious of my derriere pressed against Greg’s still growing bulge and I’m lost in a sea of sensations. She placed her mouth on mine — her tongue snaking in to plunder my softness. She moved lower, erotically, licking and sucking on my breasts, her hunger apparent in the moans she makes as she moved lower still.

“Go after that pussy. You know you need that sweet pussy.” Greg urged her on. “Suck on her clit. I want to hear you eating her wet pussy. Make her cum,” he tells her lewdly — she worked herself lower, her breath tickling my down covered box.

“Don’t worry, let her taste you. Relax, just relax for me.” I can’t move, I can’t turn away; she’s pressing me against him while his bulge is growing fuller against my backside. I felt her pull down my thong, part my lower lips softly, her tongue soon lapping at my velvety entrance and swallowing down the excess moisture she’s discovered.

Soon my thigh is resting on her shoulder, allowing her easier access to my honey. I pull her head deeper into me, my resistance forgotten as he nuzzles my neck, sucks on my earlobes or teases my breasts while Amy feasts.

“I told you her pussy was good.” I feel her finger knocking at my back door, right before it slips inside. I grind against her face lewdly and I gush out a flood of warmth covering her cheeks and chin. She moved up and kisses me; I can taste myself, as Greg chuckled delightedly in my ear. “I knew the two of you would be hot together.” She pushes herself against me, her breasts rubbing against mine as Greg moans his obvious approval in my ear. The two of them exchange a kiss sharing my essence; then he kisses me deeply. I taste my pussy juices from his lips as he groans wickedly.

“We’re going into the bedroom. We want you to join us but you know what’s expected — it’s going to be a threesome and everything that entails. That means every combination possible.”

Amy moves off but pauses briefly in the doorway before entering the bedroom.

Greg stands before me, holding my hand. “What’s it going to be?” He questions gently waiting for my response. “Are you woman enough to explore another female, to taste her essence?”

I follow them both into the room beyond and the unknown delights and surprises that await us all.

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The doorbell rang and I opened the front door just in time to see the UPS truck pull away. On the stoop sat a plain cardboard box. My heart sped up as I bent to pick it up because I knew what was in the package. Kicking the door closed behind me, I took it into the kitchen and set it on the counter.

Mitch, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I thought as I stared at the cardboard. The contents of the box on my counter was the end result of a party invitation that my husband and I had received. It had been decades, since I’d gone to a Halloween party. The last one had been all about princess dresses, cartoon characters, face painting, and other child appropriate activities. The party my husband Mitch and I had been invited to was explicitly labeled “No children allowed.”

“Come on Leslie, it’ll be fun,” he’d said. “We haven’t had any adult fun in a long time.”

“I beg your pardon,” I replied and slapped his arm. “If you don’t think that what we did last night was fun, and ‘adult’, then you won’t be getting any more of it for a long time.”

Mitch and I were in our fifties and empty nesters. We took advantage of our childless home to rekindle the active sex life that had, by necessity been put on hold while children lived in our house. Not to say that we hadn’t been physically intimate throughout our child-rearing years, but the wilder fun we’d enjoyed before kids (a sex swing, toys, and cavorting naked through the house) had definitely been suppressed due to our curious kids. The night before we’d gotten the party invitation, Mitch and I had spent long hours enjoying an erotic massage that ended with us both loudly climaxing. I sighed reliving the pleasure of that evening.

“Hey, I never said that wasn’t fun. In fact, it was spectacular,” Mitch quickly tried to correct his misstep.

“Damn right it was. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll do it again with you,” I flashed a bit of the dominatrix side that I knew he loved.

“Come on Leslie, let’s go to the party.” It was his final appeal and he said it with such desire and conviction that I agreed.

And now our outfits, the ones that we’d shopped for on-line together, were sitting in the brown box on my counter. I thought back to the night we’d bought them. It had started with two martinis and my protesting that I had no idea what to wear.

“Leslie, you could wear a burlap sack and look hot,” Mitch had said mixing a second drink for each of us.

“Hot? Who said anything about looking hot for this?”

“Hon, it’s an adult costume party. It says so right on the invitation,” he pointed to the elaborate paper invite. Who sends written invitations any more? Everyone does it online, I’d thought. Chiding myself I realized, Jonathan is hosting this. He’s over the top about everything. I nodded to my husband, “You’re right.”

“Let’s do a couples costume,” Mitch poured the drinks.

“Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Booooring! How about Tom Cruise and what’s her name from Eyes Wide Open?”

“You mean Eyes Wide Shut, and that’s Nicole Kidman.” I took a sip from my drink. “No offense honey, and I hate to break the news, but I’m no Nicole Kidman and you’re not Maverick.”

“Hey, don’t sell us short. We can still hold our own.” My husband was right. We’d both worked hard to avoid having mom and dad bods and were in better shape than we’d ever been. Nobody would mistake us for super models, but I had a well-toned body that didn’t jiggle with cellulite and Mitch garnered plenty of admiring looks from our female friends.

“How about Greek god and goddess?” I suggested.

“Not bad, but spending the evening dressed in a bedsheet while juggling drinks seems like a recipe for disaster.”

“Your right.”

“You should be Cat Woman,” Mitch suggested.

“You have got to be kidding! There’s no way I could pull that off.” I was thinking about the outfit that Halle Berry made famous.

“You absolutely could and then some,” Mitch typed furiously at his phone. “See?” He turned the screen to me. Surprisingly it was not a picture from the 2004 movie, with the star and her rock-hard, bare abs, but an image of Anne Hathaway from the Dark Knight movie. It’s not as if that outfit wasn’t sexy, skin-tight with thigh-high boots, but it was much more like what I could wear as a fifty-year-old. My interest was piqued. “Okaaay. And you’d be Batman?”

“How about Zorro?” He pulled up another photo showing Antonio Banderas from the 1998 movie. I’d always thought he was so sexy in that role. “Not really ‘couples’, but sure,” I said enthusiastically. The second martini was letting lose my randy feelings.

“Cat Woman and Zorro it is. Let’s order them right now,” he pulled out the laptop. After a quick Google search we found both outfits in the correct size on an adult costume website. I pulled out the credit card and clicked through the site to place the order. The sex we had that night as I fantasized about being taken arnavutköy escort by a sexy masked lover, and I’m sure Mitch about screwing Cat Woman in thigh-high, spike heeled leather boots, was amazing. We never made it out of the kitchen and both came multiple times as we vigorously fucked on the counter, the table, and the cool tile floor. Now, the result of that alcohol fueled decision was sitting on our countertop.

I poked at the box with my finger as if there was a wild animal inside of it. This is ridiculous, I thought. It’s costumes in a box. Just open the damn thing. I grabbed scissors and cut the sealing tape. Under layers of newsprint stuffing lay the two plastic wrapped outfits. The picture on the Zorro package showed a ripped model sporting the cape, mask and sword of the movie star. I swooned a little imagining that was exactly how my husband would look. I dug deeper and pulled out the costume meant for me. My heart sank. The cover photo showed a twenty-something year old model with zero percent body fat sporting the skin-tight outfit. There was no way I’d look that good. I threw it back into the shipping box and petulantly sat down on a kitchen bar stool.

Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m going to look sexy! Even the teenager on the cover doesn’t look hot like Anne Hathaway! I buried my face in my hands and held back tears. I’m old, washed up. There’s nothing sexy about me. All kinds of negative thoughts rushed through my mind. Then, unbidden, Mitch’s face appeared before my closed eyes. On it was the look he gave me the night we ordered the costumes and cavorted in the kitchen. His face was filled with love, and more than little bit of lust. He loves me, I thought. And HE thinks that I’m sexy. Confidence coursed through me. Fuck it! I can do this. With my hot, sexy husband, I can do anything. Fuck Anne Hathaway, fuck everyone. I’m gonna wear this and I’m gonna own it! I pulled the cat woman outfit from the box and tore open the packaging.

There wasn’t a whole lot to the costume, but then again that was the point wasn’t it? The material was thin, but it looked decently well made. Not too bad, I thought. I can do this. There was a utility belt and a mask with a pair of cat ears made from fake leather. Shoes? Where are the spike heeled shoes? I wondered as I pawed through the box. I read the package carefully, “shoes not included” it said. WTF? Shoes not included. How can this be a cat woman outfit without the damn shoes? The shoes make it! My mind raced. I thought of the CFM heels that Mitch and I had bought years before. My spike heels and the fake costume boots (actually just flared leggings made to look like the upper part of the boots) would definitely work. I squared my shoulders, gathered the pieces of the costume and headed to our bedroom to try on everything.

I stripped in front of a full-length mirror and studied my image. Flat stomach courtesy of hours in the gym doing core work, tight butt, the result of many miles on the stationary bike, and well-defined leg muscles from countless squats. Not bad for an old broad, I thought turning sideways. My thirty-eight DD breasts rested just right on my chest. Not too high that they looked fake, but not droopy like an old lady. I’ve still got it, I decided and reached for the costume package. The costume was a one-piece affair with a long zipper that ran from crotch to neck. I squirmed into the skin-tight outfit, clipped on the utility belt and settled the mask and cat ears onto my head. When I looked up at my reflection I gasped. Holy shit! I look kinda hot! I raced to the closet to get the CFM heels I kept in the very back. I pulled them on then realized I needed to get the “boots” on first. Laughing while I rearranged everything I stood, fully outfitted, in front of the mirror. TI was surprised by the image before me. The tight spandex clung to every curve, emphasizing my form and concealing my softer, older features. I looked way better than the model on the package cover. I turned left, then right and liked everything I saw in the reflection. The CFM heels and thigh-high boot leggings added a spicy touch. Damn, I look good! I twisted and turned, bent and arched, striking every sexy pose I could think of. They all looked good. Fucking-A! I thought.

I did a second, more careful inspection and saw that the fabric was so thin that I could clearly see the outline of my bra and panties. Kills the image. There was only one solution, Guess I’m going commando! I took off the outfit and stripped naked, then squeezed myself back into the costume before I looked in the mirror. When I did, the image that greeted me was even sexier than it had been before. Without anything between the stretchy fabric and my bare skin, it looked like the black outfit was painted on. The spandex clung to every curve in a supporting way, hid my wrinkles, and emphasized my female form. “I’d do me”, I said out loud and laughed. avrupa yakası escort I grabbed a hand mirror to inspect my backside in front of the full-length mirror. Thin seams ran under my butt cheeks making them look just a little more prominent, firm and round, like those of a younger woman. There was another seam that ran vertically up between my cheeks, subtly separating each. Very sexy! I did my best imitation of a twerk and laughed again. I faced forward. Uh oh, I thought. I hope Jonathan is going to have heaters at the party. The spandex clung tightly to my breasts and did nothing to hide my nipples, and actually made them very obvious. I played with the zipper to see if adjusting it might make a difference. What I found was that I could pull it down to my navel without the form-fitting fabric releasing my tits. I looked like one of those movie stars on the red carpet at the Academy Awards dressed in a plunging neckline outfit that showed lots of cleavage. My excitement grew. This is gonna be great. I paused realizing that there would be people that we knew at the party. While I felt confident and sexy alone standing in the bedroom, I wasn’t sure that I’d have the same self-assurance in a public setting. Calmly I studied myself even more carefully. Gotta dye my hair, I thought. Add dark make-up around the eyes and even heavier on the face. Nobody will suspect it’s me. I was pumped. You’ve got this girl!

A thought flashed into my brain and. No way Mitch’s outfit isn’t going to be as hot as mine. I rushed back down to the kitchen, pulled out his costume, and ripped open the package. There was an eye mask of course, a blousy shirt that opened to the navel. Excellent, I thought picturing him in it. A cape and a pair of baggy black pants. No way! Nothing sexy about those. That just isn’t going to do. I racked my brain trying to figure out what I could do to make his outfit as provocative as mine. Running tights, I thought. I love the way he looks in running tights. During the cold winter months, Mitch would put on long, skin-tight, spandex running tights to protect his legs from the chill air. Of course, he covered them with baggy shorts, which left me disappointed that I couldn’t enjoy the sight of his tight ass and bulging crotch when he ran. Perfect, I decided and replaced the baggy costume pants with a pair of his spandex tights. This is going to be great! My excitement climbed as I envisioned us together at the party in our outfits, then I put everything back into the box. I can’t wait until he gets home.

I met him in the kitchen when he got back from work. The open box sat on the counter and I pushed it forward. “The Halloween costumes came today,” I said as nonchalantly as I could, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray my excitement.

“Cool.” Mitch put down his briefcase and poured himself a glass of water. “Want to hit the gym before dinner?” He sounded totally disinterested.

“No, I went this afternoon,” I lied. “But if you want to go, that’s alright by me.” I was desperately hoping he’d refuse. I stared at him.

Mitch gazed at me. One of the many things I love about my husband is how well he knows me, and in that moment he sensed that something was up. Instead of quizzing me, or pushing back, he nodded his head slightly. “You want me to try on the costume?”

With relief, I let go the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Yes please,” I replied as calmly as I could.

“Do I get to see yours?” I could tell that he somehow knew my answer.

“Not just yet.”

“Okay.” He didn’t put up a fight. Oh my god, I love my husband! I thought.

Mitch reached into the box and pulled out his costume. “Looks like somebody’s already been checking it out,” he poked at the flap I’d opened.

“I just had to. Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind anything you do Leslie.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I’m going upstairs and change.” He pointed to the picture of the muscular model on the package, “But I should warn you to hold yourself back. You might not be able to resist me,” he laughed then headed up to our bedroom.

I sat at the table for what seemed like forever while Mitch got dressed. Eventually he sauntered back into the kitchen. Swaggered was more like it. Mitch was fully decked out in the costume, hat, mask, cape, leather gloves. And he looked even better than I had hoped. Oh my god, so hot!

“I hear that you’re in need miss,” he said with a wry smile. I recognized the same tone that he used when we role played.

“I’ve got a powerful need masked stranger.”

He took a step toward me. I always thought that tights on a man looked effeminate, even on a superhero. That was because the crotch was smoothed out, hiding the best part of his manhood, reducing him to a Ken Doll. On Mitch, the running tights looked exactly the opposite. Through the breathable mesh at his groin I could see the hint of his semi-erect penis bakırköy escort and its perfectly flared mushroom cap. Below, were his succulent round balls, rolling as if they were wild animals yearning to break free. That sight along with his mask and cape, was breathtaking. Heat flashed in my belly, blood poured into my groin, and my labia swelled. In an instant I lost myself in the role play. I was no longer Mitch’s wife; I was a sex-crazed bitch in heat. And the man before me wasn’t my husband of more than twenty-five years. He was an exotic stranger that had driven me past the edge of desire. His mysteriousness, his foreignness, his total unfamiliarity made me crave him beyond reason.

Mitch sensed what I was feeling. The look in his eyes told me that he too had given himself over to the role. He reached down with a gloved hand and held my jaw. Fixing his eyes on mine he said, “I’ve got what you need.” Feral lust echoed in his words.

“Yes, you do … and I need it all.”

He pulled me up and assaulted my mouth with a passionate kiss. My already swollen labia throbbed, and I felt wetness soak my panties. I wanted him so badly, this masked man, this shadowy interloper; only he could satisfy my uncontrolled desire. I returned his kiss with equal fervor.

“Then you shall have it,” he answered drawing his lips away from mine. Leather clad fingers wrapped into my long blonde hair. I knew what he wanted, and I longed to give it to him. I dropped to my knees; his bulging crotch inches from my face. The partially inflated penis I’d seen before was fully erect and straining against the confines of the clingy fabric. His musky smell filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply savoring his scent. I would have him just the way we both wanted.

With one hand I stroked the rock-hard pole under the fabric while I curled the fingers of my other hand under the elastic waistband. Slowly, carefully, like unwrapping a Christmas present, I eased the edge of the tights down until just the tip of his cock was visible. Even though I knew his cock well, the sight that evening felt brand new and looked extraordinarily beautiful. I kissed the tip gently and was rewarded with his low moan. With both hands I pulled the waistband lower revealing the full length of his erection. Thick, ropey veins stood out in full splendor as they coursed along the length of his turgid manhood. His cock pulsed and swayed, free from the restraint of the spandex as if beckoning me, promising unspeakable pleasure. I tugged more and uncovered his sac and his roiling balls, and more heat surged up from my now sopping pussy. I ran my tongue up the full length of his rigid dick.

Another moan, louder than before, echoed from my masked man. I licked him again and felt his knees buckle slightly at the power of my oral ministration. His fingers wrapped more tightly in my hair encouraging me on. Curling my tongue around the crown of his penis I rose up onto my knees to gain a better position. Then in one motion I dropped my mouth onto his cock, taking it completely into my mouth. “Fuck!” was the expletively that I heard as I pulled him deep inside. His heat and hardness slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat cutting off my air supply. I didn’t care and I pushed myself farther downward forcing the thick cock farther into my throat. The fingers clutching my hair pulled even tighter as my hero bellowed, “Yesss!”

Saliva poured out of my full mouth and I used its slipperiness to massage his balls. Just before I ran out of oxygen I backed off and took a deep breath. Without a pause I dropped back onto him, re-ingesting his full length. He subtly thrust his hips forward meeting my downward plunge. Yes, that’s it. Take me, I thought, then pulled backward, and drove forward again. I would have kept on until he exploded in my mouth, but I wanted more. It would only be when this masked stranger truly had his way with me, filling me with first this hardness then his hot seed, that I would be fully satisfied. I pulled my mouth away. “Take all of me masked man. Take me the way I know you want to.”

He roughly pulled me to my feet. “Bare yourself vixen. Show me your need.” There wasn’t going to be any sensual strip tease. I tore my clothes off and threw them aside. Wetness ran down my thighs, a testament to my raging lust.

“Is this what you crave?” I stood turning my palms outward. “Can you feed my hunger with your manliness?” My eyes bored into his. “If so, then have your way with me!”

Once more his gloved hands grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to his. He invaded me with his tongue, letting loose the passion that had flared between us. I gave myself over to him and went limp in his arms. He caught me and spun me around to face the wooden kitchen table. I offered no resistance. With a shove he bent me over, my bare ass toward his unclothed groin and the throbbing erection that I knew was meant for me. One hand was on my hip, another stroked down the back of my bare thigh. Electric pulsations raced through my body as he nudged my legs wider, opening a clear path to my needy pussy. Obediently I spread my legs putting my swollen labia on display for the stranger’s pleasure. That thought excited me further. I arched my back, inviting his penetration.

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I have had a life of hard work. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I was forced to do it that way or that I didn’t want it that way. I did. But, it seems that all my life, I’ve worked hard to achieve what I’ve done then put it to good use.

Being a doctor, that isn’t an unusual story. Just to get into pre-med and stay in pre-med took hard work, especially the organic chemistry part. Ask most doctors, they’ll agree.

Then med school and long hours of classes, labs, study. You can’t do it if you’re not focussed and a hard-worker. Then internship. I think most people have heard a few horror stories about the long, tedious hours doing careful, exacting work when you were bone-tired. Thank god, that’s over.

Now I practice in a hospital, a sizable one (are there any small hospitals?), with many beds and many floors and many patients to see in a day.

I’m also married, though so far without children; married for five years now. My wife, Danielle, is an elementary school teacher with her own interests and concerns. We love each other, of course, but we both tend to work hard and with all we both have going on, our sex isn’t what it once was.

Now, I suppose that’s a common situation, I’ve heard others talk and kid around about it, but the hot, sexy lust we once had just doesn’t seem to be there any more. Well, I more or less just resigned myself to the fact that our passion had cooled off but that was the norm.

Not, just that, I did work around a bevy of women, mostly young women, some of them quite attractive and sexy.

There was one in particular, Jana, who was from Slovenia, that’s near Hungary and Austria, as I remember, and she’s really beautiful in an olive-skinned, sultry way. She was about five-five, slender, glossy back hair down past her shoulders, dark eyes and a curvy figure that was the delight of all the male staff, doctors included.

If you’re looking for a DDD-cup voluptuous babe, well, I have to disappoint you. She wasn’t top-heavy like some guys prefer, no, she was perfectly proportioned and I really loved watching her when she was on the floor. I say that figuratively, about being on the floor; I would have loved getting her on the floor as would any male.

You also have to understand that Jana was also the focus of the visual attention of every other male, not just me. She wasn’t especially flirty like some but wasn’t standoffish, either. Professional, yet friendly, would describe her as she went about her duties.

I really never thought she paid much attention to me but, then one day, she asked me, “Phil, would you show me how you would like this dressing put on,” when we were in a patient’s room.

She had always addressed me as ‘Doctor Colvin,’ never as ‘Phil’ before. And I also noticed her looking at me during various times when we were on shift together. If I caught her, I always got a smile; a nice smile.

A day or two later, we were changing a bandage on a patient in her room, Jana across from me on the other side of the bed, and when I looked up and gazed down into sancaktepe escort her scrubs hanging open enough to show a beautiful golden breast and nipple as her bra dropped off her breast a bit.

I know, I’m a doctor and I see breasts all the time. Big deal, right? But it was perfectly-formed as I stood there fixed on it. She looked up and smiled.

Then, as we were finishing up, she came around to get the wrappers of the bandages we had used from the table next to me and I felt her hand brush across my butt, then she left.

The hand did not brush lightly but with purpose, palm-side down, hardly an accident. I had to finish up and head to the doctor’s men’s room to jack-off and calm my enormous erection. I felt like a teenager doing it but had little choice in the matter if I wanted to get through the rest of my shift.

I did see her several more times that day and got an interesting smile each time.

She always smiled and spoke each time we passed each other, now calling me Phil if we were alone, Doctor Colvin, if we weren’t. And her smiles seemed different from the way she smiled at other people on the floor. Maybe it was what I wanted to read into it but I don’t think it was.

Then, after lunch one day the next week, I was at the nurse’s station filling out some orders on a patient’s chart when she came up to my side and asked, “Some of us are going out for a drink after work, would you come?”

Before I really even thought about it, I heard my voice reply, “Sure, sounds nice.” Her hand was on my back and as it slid down onto my butt, she said, softly, “Good, see you later, Phil,” and went off down the hall leaving me with a massive hard-on and a massive fit of conscience.

I went to an empty room and called my wife to tell her I’d be late, something not terribly out of the ordinary for a doctor, and told her I had to take a shift for a fellow doctor. Yes, I know…don’t lecture me.

Jana had told me where they were going and when I got there, she had an open place for me to sit next to her. As I walked in, I immediately saw that she had changed, she was now in a low-cut yellow sundress that just made her skin look more tanned than ever and gave a hint of the tops of her breasts. She was scrumptious.

As I came to the table, she patted the place next to her where I squeezed in. I got a European kiss on each cheek from her and the waitress came over for my order. There were four of them at the table, all nurses that I knew from the hospital though not all from our floor. We all chatted and after a second drink, our little group began to break up finally leaving just Jana and me at the table.

As the last one left, she took my hand, faced me and asked, “Would you like to go back to my place, it’s not far?”

“Sure, that would be nice,” I managed to say and I soon followed her over to her apartment complex. We parked and went up a flight of stairs where she opened the door.

“Paula, I’m home, brought a friend.”

We stepped inside and her sultangazi escort roommate was on the sofa doing some kind of work with a couple of books and a laptop.

“This is Phil; Phil, Paula Mercer, my roomie.”

“We’ll leave you to your work,” she said as I followed her back into her bedroom where she closed the door.

“Not much of a place to sit but you can join me here,” and she patted her bed next to her.

We chatted a bit about where we were both from, where we took our training, just general stuff you might expect.

Then, she said, “And, you’re married, right?”

“Um, yeah, several years now,” and I moved the topic back to her.

“I really like the way you treat patients, Phil. And, I pretty much like you just for you,” she said as she leaned over and kissed me, her mouth opening to receive me.

Her hand went down to mine and brought it up to the front of her dress where I kept it, softly kneading the firm breast underneath. She slipped the strap off and pulled the front down baring a perfect breast for me to touch.

I was now leaning over her as she lay back on the bed, my hand kneading her wonderful boob as we kissed and necked and made-out.

Then, she pulled her head off to the side and whispered, “Would you like to have some kinky fun, Phil?”

My cock throbbed ever harder as I answered, “Uh, yeah, whatever.”

“Is it okay if we don’t have sex?”

Totally confused now, I sputtered, “Um, yeah, sure,” as my mind spun crazily trying to figure out just where this was all going.

“Go ahead and take your clothes off, Phil, do you mind if I make a phone call?” she asked as she picked up her cellphone and punched it.

As she stood there with her phone to her ear, I heard a phone ring in the other room.

“Hi, it’s me, could you come in here for a minute?” she asked as she grinned a sexy smile.

I was now standing there in her room naked, she had pulled up the front of her sundress now as her door opened and Paula came in. She was taller than Jana and had rather large breasts tightly held in a tank top which showed her protruding nipples.

“Here, Phil, get down on the bed,” she asked and I lay down with my cock angled up at the headboard. She got up on the bed, still in her sundress, swung a leg up over me, pulled the dress up and lowered her bare pussy down on my face.

As it came close, I could see a black patch of hair above the slit which was glistening with wetness. Then she pressed down wiping herself up and down over my mouth and I sucked and tongued her as she went along.

She was sopping wet as she slid back and forth across my face, stopping sometimes to wiggle her pussy on my tongue.

“Oh, god, yes, mmm, oh, Phil, mmm, I knew you’d be good. Oh, make me cum, baby, make me cum,” she cried as I felt her lips close over the head of my cock and begin to suck.

It had been about a week since I’d had sex and the lead-up to all this was erotic enough so please don’t blame me when I tell you that cihangir escort my abdominal muscles tensed and I began cumming into Jana’s mouth as I felt her begin to tremble and shake as she scooted back and forth.

“Mmm, mmmn, MMNN, MMMNN, mmm,” she groaned as she sucked and sucked. Finally, she let my cock flop out of her mouth as she got up and moved next to me.

“That was just what I’ve been wanting for weeks. Do you think you have something left for Paula?” she asked.

“Um, well, I think so, I’m certainly willing to try.”

“You’re next, roomie,” she said as Paula quickly pulled of her tube top bringing her large, firm breasts out for me to admire. They had to at least be double-D’s and didn’t sag in the least. Then she soon had her shorts and panties puddled around her feet as she stepped out of them and crawled onto the bed to swing a leg over me and took up the same exciting position Jana had so recently vacated.

Her lips slipped over my cock and began to suck as she lowered down to touch my mouth. She was shaved smooth as I licked up and back along the wet groove between her legs. I could feel a hand rubbing my chest softly and had to assume that it was Jana as I probed my tongue into her friend as she sucked me so nicely.

Paula was rubbing herself all over my face, she was sopping wet, my face was just drenched as she rubbed back and forth, groaning up over me with my cock in her mouth, giving me a truly wonderful suck.

Well, Jana was correct about us not having sex if you use the definition proffered by a certain political newsmaker of the nineties. So, perhaps this was just relief, relief from a stressful job, a heavy workload, a way to defuse the sexual tension between a doctor and an attractive nurse that might otherwise destroy a marriage.

Right then, I didn’t worry about it, I just lustily devoured the hot, wet pussy I was presented with as I got my cock so sweetly sucked.

I can tell you that Paula sure knew what to do when she had a penis in her mouth. It took a bit, after all, it was my second ejaculation of the evening but we did get one another off quite nicely.

She, like Jana, had turned around afterward as we held each other and kissed quietly. Then, after a few minutes, she whispered, “Thank you, it as fun,” and got up, grabbed her clothes and went back out of Jana’s room.

Jana, now beautifully naked, got back into bed with me and we necked and made out for about a half hour, then we did oral sex again.

We talked a while, naked in each other’s arms, and she told me what she wanted.

“I really like you, Phil, but I know you’re married. I don’t want to mess that up and cause any problems. But, I really liked what we did tonight and would like to be with you like this maybe once a week after work, so we can both enjoy this together.”

Well, an offer like that from a woman who looks like Jana is pretty hard to turn down, at least it was for me.

“I think I’d be very happy to be together with you like this like you want. Yes, I’d love it,” I answered as I kissed her.

“And Paula, if she is here, would you like us both? She has no boyfriend at the moment.”

Well, that began my weekly affair with Jana and Paula which is now into its second year. No, it hasn’t changed into intercourse, it’s still oral but it’s about as hot as a guy could want and I’m sure happy.

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I tried to pretend I was still asleep as I watched Rob, buck naked, walk across the hotel room and open the blinds, allowing the morning sun to pour into the room. Once he turned to face me, though, I couldn’t help but return his smile. I stretched luxuriously in the king-sized bed, every inch of my skin remembering the night before. It was that perfect combination of relaxation, satisfaction, and sore-muscle fatigue.

“So, darling, how do you feel this morning?”

He never called me darling – must be all the sex talking. “I feel wonderful, Rob, how about you?”

Still naked, he rejoined me in bed. “Are you kidding? That was the hottest night I’ve ever had! I just hope you don’t have any regrets?”

I wrapped myself around him, cuddling, as I pondered the question.

“No, Rob, I mean, it’s not like I’m going to seek out a DP-fest every night of the week, but last night was amazing. And I love that you were a part of it, and that we got to, you know, follow up afterwards.”

“Yeah, that was the best shower I’ve had in awhile, too.”

We both laughed, curled up together, and were dozing off in the warm morning sun when there was a knock at the door. Rob quickly jumped out of bed, pulled on his robe, and turned back to me, offering a quick explanation, “Room service.”

Once the food was delivered and the door closed once again, we sat on the edge of the bed and took turns feeding each other bits of breakfast – something we hadn’t done since our honeymoon!

“You know, Rob, I was looking forward to all the reunion activities, but now I just want to spend the rest of the weekend in this hotel room, just you and me!”

“Ooh, Marie, that’s tempting, believe me… but I have a feeling you’d regret it later, so as your loving husband, I’m going to encourage you to see more of your old friends today.”

“Oh, I see, so now you know what’s best for me?”

“Hmm,” he frowned, “not quite the reaction I was going for! How about I put it this way: I’d like to watch you flirt with more of your old buddies all day, then have you to myself in this hotel room again tonight.”

“OK, when you put it like that…” I leaned forward, Rob fed me a strawberry, then I kissed him passionately.

“Sounds like we have a plan. Listen, I’m going to run downstairs and confirm the schedule for today, and then I’ll be back. There was supposed to be a round of golf, right?”

I nodded, watched him get dressed, then let my head fall back against the plump hotel pillows. After he left, I was alone with my thoughts, which quickly drifted to the activities of the night before. The sensations were still fresh enough that I could close my eyes and relive the feeling of fullness from two cocks simultaneously pounding me. And yet I was also filled with disbelief that the whole thing had even happened!

I let my hands roam gently over my skin, my fingers tracing their way around each of my nipples, down my torso, nearly touching my clit then moving on to my thighs. As my fingers moved, I could feel my skin growing hot and sensitive, and a gentle throbbing began deep in my pussy, accompanied by a familiar wetness. I brought both hands back to my breasts now, teasing myself with pinches to each nipple as hips began to grind rhythmically against the mattress.

I must have been lost in these delirious sensations, my eyes closed, my fingers exploring my body, because Rob had managed to re-enter the room, walk all the way around the bed to the side where I was lying, and sit down next to me before I became aware of his presence.

“Yikes,” I cried out when I opened my eyes and found him next to me, “you scared me!”

“Sorry, babe, but you were off in another world there!”

“Yeah, I know, I’m just remembering last night, and it’s getting me all hot and bothered again!”

“Well, that’s good, because I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest and looking deep into Rob’s twinkling eyes. He was definitely up to something.

“It seems that news of our activities last night has already begun to spread.”

“Oh my god, seriously?”

“Yup, I overheard a few different conversations downstairs – seems that Mike and Charles were pretty eager to brag about their conquest of my lovely Marie.”

I blushed hotly, said nothing, letting Rob continue.

“And from what I could tell, it sounds like there are more than a few other guys from your high school years who wished they could have gotten into your pants back then. And once they found out that Mike and Charles had been given that opportunity last night…”

“Yeah, well…”

For some reason, even though Rob had been a completely eager and willing participant, I got the sense he was scolding me for some perceived infidelity.

“So, long story short, I’m intrigued.”

“Intrigued?” His choice of words made it obvious that I had misread his mood. “But I thought…”

“You thought our experience last night was a one-time thing?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Well, bahçeşehir escort watching you touch yourself just now, I can see how much of a turn-on it is for you, just thinking about it again. And I have to admit, watching you take on those two guys at once last night was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Why not have one more adventure like that before we go back home to our regular lives?”

“Um, well, yeah, if it’s OK with you!” I perked up, smiling, the heat growing between my legs once again. “So, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, the schedule for today includes a round of golf, among other things. Why not spread the word that if any of the guys want to come up to our room instead of driving over to the course, that my hot little Marie will make it worth their while?”

“Woah, Rob, seriously? Um, do you realize how many guys might take you up on that?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea of how much of a tease you were in high school.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure if you do,” my mind racing with the names and faces of all the guys who took me out after I broke up with Chucky, assuming they could get into my pants because of the way he’d bragged about me. Hell, I couldn’t even remember all their names!

“I’m willing to learn, my naughty little slut! You wanna?”

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice breathy, as I found myself already turned on at the prospect of pleasuring multiple men while my husband looked on.

“OK, then, let’s get dressed.”

I gave him a puzzled look, then suddenly understood as he pulled his golf clothes out of his bag. He changed out of his jeans and tee into a black polo shirt and plaid golf pants, and then watch as I dressed in my finest golf slut attire. I started with a matching bra and thong panties in a soft pink with white lace trim. Then I pulled on my short pink pleated golf skirt, which came to mid-thigh, and my sleeveless white polo shirt with pink trim. Once my long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and tied in place with a pink ribbon, I was ready.

“You look stunning, Marie. Turn around and bend over.”

I followed Rob’s directions, putting my hands on the edge of the bed as he quickly came up behind me, pushing my skirt up and grinding his erection against me as he grabbed my ass cheeks and slapped each of them a few times, then just as quickly pulled away and pulled my skirt back down. Obviously his goal was to keep me as hot and bothered as possible, and he had certainly succeeded.

It was still fairly early as we made our way downstairs and into the dining room, so many of the reunion guests were still eating breakfast. I mingled, being sure to wiggle my ass flirtatiously in the general direction of one or more of my old flames, as I made small talk with more of my old girlfriends. Whenever I could, I caught a glimpse of Rob, who was making his way around the room, chatting first with Mikey, then with Chucky, then with a couple of other guys who looked familiar but who I couldn’t quite place.

Time seemed to drag on until I was able to meet up with my husband again, and he took my hand, leading me back to the elevator and up to our room. There were only a few moments alone in the elevator, but Rob made the most of them, pushing me against the wall, shoving his hand up my short skirt, and stroking my clit as he kissed me, hard. I was breathless when the elevator door opened, and it was all I could do to walk calmly down the long hallway to our room, as we passed a few other guests.

Finally alone again, the door closed behind us, I pressed him for information.

“So, what happened? Did anyone take you up on it?”

“Are you kidding, Marie? There’s not a man in that dining room this morning that wouldn’t fuck you if given the chance.”

I grinned, searching for a clever response, but unable to come up with one. Rob continued.

“So, since many of them are here with wives or girlfriends, the plan is to keep up the appearance of going off to play golf. I’ve asked Mike and Charles to spread the word. Any man who would rather enjoy a few minutes with you instead of a round of golf, is invited to come up to our room starting at 9.”

“So, we’re having a tournament of our own, so to speak.”

“Indeed. Lots of clubs, lots of balls, and just a few holes which will have to be shared among the group.”

“Oh, god, Rob, this is so hot.” I looked at my watch, and realized that it was possible we’d have company in just a few minutes. I looked back up at my husband with lust in my eyes. “What should I do?”

“How about just like last night, get up on the bed and touch yourself while we’re waiting for our first visitors.”

I kicked off my shoes, climbed up on the bed, and began rubbing myself, first through my skirt, and then gradually moving that fabric away so that it was only the thin fabric of my thong still between my fingers and my clit.

“And yes, Marie, you’re right, this is very hot.”

I looked up and watched levent escort him watch me, obviously turned on, his eyes glued to my crotch as I slowly pulled the thong to the side and began rubbing my pussy lips directly, moistening myself with my own juices. I was rocking my hips slowly and rhythmically when there was a gentle knock at the door.

“Don’t you dare stop, Marie, just keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll get the door.”

I smiled at Rob, and nodded my understanding of his instructions. I let my head turn to watch as he opened the door and let four men in, but never for a second stopped fingering myself. It was Mikey and Chucky again, along with two other guys I immediately recognized, even though I hadn’t seen them in several years: Bob and Terry.

“Oh, god, Mike, you weren’t kidding.”

“I never kid about sex with hot women, Terry.”

“So, guys, welcome,” Rob greeted them. “I see we have our first foursome?”

I laughed immediately, always tuned in to my husband’s humor, and knowing that he was going to make the most of this scenario, not just for sex, but for double-entendre golf/sex jokes. It took the guys a second, but they soon caught on as well, chuckling half-heartedly, but with most of their attention remaining focused on me as I writhed in pleasure on the bed, my fingers continuing to work my clit as I looked up at the men.

“Nice to see you, Bob. You too, Terry.”

I smiled up at them, and shifted my position to give them a perfect view of my shaved pussy as they stood above me. They seemed to both realize at the same time that they were still holding their golf bags on their shoulders, and so both put them down in the corner of the room, then quickly returned to the edge of the bed to watch me.

“Wow, Marie, it’s nice to see you!”

Terry looked over at Rob, as if to make sure, one last time, that he really was OK with all of this. Rob simply nodded, at which point Terry and Bob worked together to get me out of my shirt and bra, then knelt on the bed on each side of me, one man playing with each of my tits. I continued to finger myself, sighing with pleasure as the men began pinching my nipples, and watched as Mikey and Chucky unzipped their golf pants and pulled out their cocks.

I almost laughed at the sight of their hard cocks jutting out from the hideous plaid background of their pants, but quickly found it to be quite the turn-on, watching these men who had originally planned a relaxing morning of golf, and were now obsessed with the idea of a gang-bang with me instead. Inspired by this thought, I reached over to Terry, then to Bob, unzipping them as well, and taking their cocks into each hand, stroking them as they continued to fondle me.

It was at this moment that I realized the power I had in this situation. An observer might see my petite frame, surrounded by four men with me on the bed and a fifth watching from the corner of the room, and assume that I was completely under their control. But in fact, they were all so captivated by watching me in this scenario, by the idea of taking their turn with me, that I could ask for, and get, pretty much anything I wanted from them.

Just the idea practically put me over the edge, but I struggled to control myself for just a bit longer, as Mikey and Chucky began taking turns thrusting into my pussy.

“Pinch my nipples harder, guys, really, I like it rough. Yes, please, harder! That’s it, Bob, yes!”

I took Bob’s cock into my mouth, panting with pleasure as both men now pinched my nipples hard. Soon, Terry began trying new things, twisting my nipple in his fingers, pinching the tip, and I rewarded him for his attention by releasing Bob from my mouth, turning my head, and taking Terry’s full length deep into my throat.

Soon, I had the two men in a competition, working to outdo each other in their rough attention to my chest, so that they would be repaid with my attention on their cock. Meanwhile, Mikey and Chucky were continuing to take their turns in my pussy, and then, before I knew it, one of them – Chucky, yikes! – had pounded into my ass with no warning.

I cried out with a powerful orgasm at that very moment, which thankfully somewhat masked the pain of being taken once again in that hole which, I now realized, was still incredibly sore from the night before. Chucky slowed, riding out my orgasm, but then gradually increased his pace, fucking my tight ass for a few minutes more until finally pulling out and shooting his load onto my belly.

The other three men watched, then switched positions, Mikey moving up to the head of the bed and kneeling next to me so that I could take him into my mouth, and Bob and Terry moving lower on the bed to take turns in my pussy. I lifted my hips to meet each of them, so pleased to take cocks into my wet and ready pussy rather than my tight, sore ass.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck me, fuck my pussy!”

These words had just left my lips when I saw Rob move to the door, obviously in eyüp escort response to a knock which I’d been too preoccupied to hear. There were soon several more men in the room, and I tried my best to get a look at who had joined us, all while continuing to have my mouth and pussy pounded by three different men. I saw Bill and Lenny, then closed my eyes as Mikey pushed further into my throat. Then, a few moments later, I was able to open my eyes again and recognized Bucky, Jim, and oh god, what was his name….. Nick!

These were all guys I’d been out with during high school, but had never let any of them past first base. Quite a lot had changed since then: now they had all been invited – by my husband, no less – to a gang-bang of which I was the star. I was amazed how it turned me on, to see them all watching me, splayed out on the bed, one cock in my mouth, two guys taking turns pounding my pussy. I felt like such a dirty little slut, and yet there was my husband, too, watching everything, keeping his eye on me during this whole filthy scenario.

I came again, too soon after my last orgasm, my pussy clenching against my will, panting, struggling to keep Mikey’s cock in my throat. Soon, all three men, inspired by my powerful climax beneath them, were perched above me, furiously stroking their cocks, shooting their competing arcs of cum through the air, once again covering my belly with their hot, sticky, white cum.

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in the sensations, relaxing my jaw and stretching my legs. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the men had shifted positions; where there had been three guys surrounding me, now there were five, and for a moment, I was a little intimidated, as I watched them strip down and then approach me, two sets of hands all over my tits, pinching my erect nipples, another set of hands finally freeing me from the skirt and thong which had been shoved up and pushed aside by the previous group of men.

“Perhaps it’s time for a little ball-washing, guys, don’t you think?” I recognized Rob’s voice again, after too long.

I laughed at Rob’s latest joke, and also thought to myself how thankful I was that he was giving my pussy a rest. Two of the men – frankly, I was losing track of who was who at this point – gathered the pillows from the head of the bed and pushed them under my head and upper back, propping me up a bit higher, and making it easier for each of them to crouch above me.

One by one, they took turns, lowering their balls into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked, my hands reaching up to grab the shaft and stroke, until each man pulled away and made room for the next. As the others awaited their turn, they continued playing with my tits, rubbing back and forth against my clit, and I could smell the scent of my own juices, combined with the sweat of several different men, filling the room with a sexy aroma.

Now, one of them plunged into me with one hard stroke, while I still had a set of balls in my mouth. As the pounding continued, I felt a second man approach my mouth, and now I was alternating between two cocks, reaching up to hold them both in my hands.

“Let her up, guys, I want to see her on all fours for a while, and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that either.”

There was a rumbling of agreement from the guys that this was a good idea, and I felt the men pull up off of me and help me off my back and onto my knees. As soon as I was in that position, my ass in the air and my hands flat against the bed, I was once again presented with two cocks directly in my face, and could quickly feel the math add up as three different cocks took turns plunging into me from behind.

I eagerly sucked, lustily pushed my hips back against each man who entered me, and was kept on the edge of near-climax by the constant attention, as all five men took their turns. As I moaned beneath them, my pussy adjusting to each cock as they alternated every minute or so, I could sense that all of them were approaching their climax now as well. The first to cum was whichever man – again, it was difficult to keep track at this point – was in my mouth. I sighed with pleasure as his hot load shot to the back of my throat.

This was apparently enough to set off two of the others as well, as I heard two distinct voices moaning with pleasure and felt cum land simultaneously in my hair and on the small of my back. A few moments later, the last two men covered me as well, and I giggled as I collapsed to the bed in a combination of exhaustion and stickiness.

As I rolled back over onto my back, carelessly covering the sheets in cum and fully aware that I must be a complete filthy mess, I felt two familiar fingers force themselves firmly into my pussy. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as Rob pleasured me, clearly intending to keep me on edge as another group of men had entered the room and was quickly removing their tacky plaid.

Only four men this time, I thought to myself, amazed how quickly perspectives could change, as I watched Johnny, Ron, Gary and Denny approach the bed, their erections growing and stiffening as they approached me. Rob pulled out of me and motioned for Ron and Gary to climb up on the bed beneath me, and then encouraged me to begin riding them, alternating every few minutes from one to the other.

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Because of the recent bird-flu pandemic and the widespread paranoia of contagion, we decided to literally “head for the hills” and escape for a few days to a secluded cabin that my family has. By we, I mean myself, my wife Amy, and our friends Chad and Renee. Since my family has no interest in the cabin there was little chance of being bothered there.

We stopped at one of the few remaining Walmarts on the way and stocked up with a week’s worth of groceries and other supplies not knowing exactly how long we intended to stay up there. FEMA had already mandated strict quarantines of entire regions in the area. Fortunately for us, the cabin is very secluded in the mountains-roughly two hours from any towns and a good four hours from home. While rustic to a degree, the cabin had a pool though it was in need of some work. Chad and I planned to get the pool up and running during our stay. The cabin had one bedroom with a large king size bed and we all planned to sleep together.

That evening after unloading our supplies we sat down for dinner. I suggested a plan to make our stay more interesting. Each of us in turn would be “king” or “queen” for the day. His or her reign would begin in the morning and last for 24 hours. Everyone would have to obey the ruler though we couldn’t inflict pain on another. Everyone thought that sounded like fun and Chad raised a glass of wine and toasted “to the new kings and queens and their subjects, and to a merry time”. After we all drank to that he nominated me to be the first king.

No one objected and the rest of the evening was spent laughing and hinting on how we would each use the power to be invested in us. We all slept well despite the closeness of each other on the same bed.

In the morning we all got up and sleepily stumbled into the kitchen to get breakfast. I very authoritatively sent everyone back to their room and ordered them to come back naked because for the rest of the day no clothes were allowed.

Amy and Renee came back with their arms folded across their chests even though we had all seen each other naked on other occasions. Chad came in laughing clearly enjoying our new game. I further laid down the rules for the day: namely any groping of body parts was encouraged and later that evening we would all play the game ForePlay. I allowed clothes if one went outside the cabin, but strictly enforced the naked rule inside and around the pool. Just then, Amy reached over and grabbed by dick. I involuntarily inhaled sharply, but then smiled and kissed her. After breakfast while we were all cleaning up many breasts were felt and dicks grabbed.

Chad and I took the pool cover off and began cleaning out the place and getting it back to working order. Amy and Renee swept the deck. I was pleased to see our naked bodies all outside working together looking like Greek gods and goddesses painted on an ancient urn.

Before supper we all showered together in the outside showers by the pool lathering each other up and feeling everyone. Chad and I, sporting hard erections, spent extra time making sure the breasts and other parts of the women were super clean.

Then, while we were making dinner I came up behind Amy and cupped my hands over her supple breasts. She responded by sticking her rear out into my hard on. I pushed into her wet pussy and stroked while she nonchalantly continued making the salad. Renee came over for a closer look so I inserted a finger into her pussy. She came closer yet and gently pinched Amy’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Chad, not wanting to miss out on the fun came over and slid his dick into her facing her while Amy and I went at it next to them. Before any of us came I called a stop to the activity because I wanted us to be sexed up for the game later. Everyone reluctantly resumed their dinner preparation and subsequently sat through dinner with two hard-ons and two very wet pussys.

After dinner was cleaned up we retired to the living room to play Foreplay. Chad had brought a computer with the game loaded on it. We sat on maslak escort the floor and played at the most perverted setting and by the end of the evening we had all switched partners and had inserted all kinds of things into the women. We ended up having sex each with our own partner on the floor, but with plenty of groping and kissing of one another.

The next day at breakfast Amy was crowned the new queen. She didn’t care if we were naked or not, but she had one rule: girls get orgasms, but boys do not.

Chad and I looked at each other in disbelief. No amount of arguing would persuade Amy from her rule. She further stated that a girl could request an orgasm from whomever she wanted whenever she wanted. Now Chad and I nodded and smiled. This could be fun after all. There at the breakfast table Amy brought out a hard plastic vibrator. She laid it on the table and spun it telling us that whom ever it pointed to was the one to do her right then. It pointed to Renee. We all laughed and Chad and I argued that Renee had to do it. Amy crawled up onto the table and lay down. Renee took the vibrator and began working it into her. She skillfully manipulated it around the outer lips then deep into Amy’s pussy then back up against her clit. Amy closed her eyes and moaned in appreciation. As Renee’s hand moved faster and deeper Amy’s legs fell open and she arched her back squeezing her breasts. Taking the cue, I began sucking on one of Amy’s nipples and Chad did the other one. When we did that, Amy came right away.

Renee took Amy aside and after whispering in her ear came back and told us she had permission to do the same thing. She spun the toy and it landed facing me. Amy and Chad sucked her nipples and I brought her to climax with the vibrator. Then Amy informed me and Chad that we had dish duty in the kitchen. We were both hard but happy as we washed the dishes and cleaned up.

After lunch Renee decided it was time for her to get a quickie. She directed Chad into the living room and positioned him on the couch lying on his side. She crawled up in front of him with her back to him. She inserted his dick into her while he vigorously rubbed her clit. She warned him not to come and amazingly enough he got her off without coming himself.

That evening while getting dinner ready, Amy decided that Chad was to eat her right then. The two of them went into the living room while Renee and I worked in the kitchen. Amy slouched on the couch with Chad sitting on the floor between her legs. Since the kitchen and living room were essentially one big room, I could see him as he gently kissed around her outer lips first then stuck his finger in her while tonguing her clit. She closed her eyes clearly enjoying the sensation.

I was getting aroused from seeing and hearing them play, so setting my glass of wine on the counter, I came up behind Renee and fingered her pussy. She responded by leaning back into me encouraging more. I felt one of her firm breasts with one hand and fingered her with the other. Since she was so wet, I easily inserted my dick into her and while Amy was screaming her climax to Chad’s skillful tonguing I stroked Renee with my dick in her. I desperately wanted to come like that, but before I did she slid off, and turned to face me. I kissed her on the mouth then moved down sucking on her tight breasts. She scooted herself up, sat on the counter and spread her legs for me. I licked her shaved pussy from bottom to top over and over for awhile then nibbled on her clit until she came.

After dinner the girls wanted to do that again. Amy suggested a contest to see who could come first and who could come the most times. Chad and I wanted to see if we could make them squirt. Renee did not like the idea of a contest and did not think squirting would happen, but liked the idea in general. We all decided to blind fold the women and Chad and I would bring each to climax separately and see if they could tell the difference of who is doing her. They of course knew each of our techniques and guessed kayaşehir escort right away, but in doing so they each got another couple of orgasms. Chad and I went to bed hard and dripping with pre-cum, but looking forward to another day.

The next morning after breakfast we were sitting around the living room and Renee surprised us with an unusual proposal. She knew we were frustrated from the day before and asked us if we were ready for our long deserved orgasm.

When we both enthusiastically replied, she handed us lotion and told me to get Chad off and for him to do the same to me. We both stared at her in disbelief. There was no way we were going to go gay on each other, but Renee mischievously insinuated that there would be great rewards for obeying the order.

While I had masturbated many times I had never done anything with another guy. We awkwardly tried to position ourselves to reach the other one’s dick. We finally decided to do one at a time. Chad leaned back on the sofa while I went to work. Despite my initial squeamishness, I found this wasn’t too difficult. Chad seemed to be enjoying the hand job as well. With my lubricated hands I massaged his dick and twisted the head the way I like to do to myself. I was a little amazed at his stamina as it seemed like forever before he spurted cum. Even after he came I kept up the massaging just to watch him writhe a little.

The women clapped in approval when I was done though I noticed both looked a little hot. Now it was my turn to lay back and get the same treatment. Chad wasted no time doing the same to me as I had just done to him. Since I was already aroused it didn’t take me as long to cum.

Now both girls were panting and looked eager to get some action. They decided together to masturbate themselves while we watched, though Renee was quick to point out that the big surprise was still to come. Amy did not think she would come by masturbating in front of us, but with Renee doing such a remarkable job sitting next to her with three fingers pressing and rubbing hard against her pubic bone she got into it and eventually did have a decent orgasm. Chad and I greatly enjoyed watching two sexy women getting themselves off.

Since the pool was in working order, we swam naked and played in the water until evening. After dinner Renee told us that we each were going to get our favorite sexual fantasy fulfilled.

Chad was chosen to be first. He always wanted to be pleasured by two women. Amy took off his shirt while Renee undid his shorts and pulled them off. They both pulled off his underwear and when they did his erection sprang out. Once he was undressed the girls then removed each other’s clothes slowly and teasingly. With him lying on his back on the bed Renee straddled him cowgirl style facing backwards and Amy kissed and teased his nipples. Since Chad was unable to move, Renee bucked up and down on him. After a few minutes Renee wanted to do something different and got on all fours so Chad could mount her from behind. In that position he was able to suck on Amy’s nipples and finger her. Chad and Renee came at the same time and since he was still hard he pulled out of Renee and plowed into Amy causing her to moan then gasp as an orgasm washed over her.

I was next. I wanted to be tied to the bed and given oral sex while watching porno. Amy sucked on my dick and cupped my balls with her hand. She alternately squeezed the base of my dick while doing a swirley sucking motion on my head with her mouth. Every once in a while she would pull my balls downward. Renee sucked my nipples and let me suck on hers. I think Chad was alternately fingering Renee and Amy as I kept hearing them alternately moan and squirm. When I came, Amy had just repositioned herself so I spurted all over her face much to the amusement of Chad and Renee.

Even though neither Chad nor I could be of any use with our flaccid dicks we offered to satisfy any fantasies the women had. They declined so we all went to bed.

The next morning Chad ataköy escort bayan announced at breakfast that we were switching partners for the day. He made it clear that not only were we to have a new partner, but since he was king he would direct our activities throughout the day.

He first directed Amy to give him a blowjob while sitting at the table. She crawled under the table and complied with his wishes sucking loudly and making a good show of moaning and squirming like she was really enjoying herself. Chad clearly was. Before long he began panting and moving his hips forward and up into Amy’s mouth then finally coming.

I was still sitting at the table watching the spectacle when Renee came over and sat down straddling one of my legs. I could feel her wetness as she ground her slit onto my thigh. I was quickly getting hard watching her and feeling her on my leg. Renee took my hardening dick into her hand and squeezed hard. She then stood up and straddling the chair I was sitting in sat down on my dick facing me. I couldn’t help but suck on her breasts which were right in front of me. Chad watched us for a few minutes then directed me to continue having sex with Renee right there but with her standing up leaning over and facing him so he could watch her face during climax.

Somehow she managed to swing one leg around me then with my dick still inside her we both stood up. In this position I was able to diddle her rapidly enlarging clit with one hand and finger her nipples with the other. She leaned over and kissed him while I was pumping in her and continuing to rub her clit. Chad had just begun twisting her nipples when I heard her moan loudly and suddenly her knees gave out so that I was holding her up while we were both coming.

When we were done I noticed that Amy was the only one without an orgasm. Chad sent Renee and me to clean up breakfast and the two of them went back to the living room couch and he ate her like he had done two days ago.

Later that day we were sitting around the living room and Chad gave instructions for us to do it “free style” or any way we wanted. Renee and I began sitting side by side on the couch kissing like a couple of teenagers. I then moved my hands down to her small perky breasts and felt them. I was rapidly getting turned on. I kissed her breasts then laid her down on the sofa kissing my way down to her pussy. I ended up on top of her pounding into her while she pinched her own nipples and moaned when her orgasm hit her. I came soon after then reared up and howled like a wolf.

Chad and Amy applauded loudly at the show. Chad wanted to have sex with Amy’s breasts since Renee was too small to experiment with. He lubricated her chest and stroked a little, but complained that he wasn’t feeling much and neither was Amy. She went down onto her hands and knees and Chad came in to her from behind. They ended up just doing it doggy style. While they did I lay down in front of Amy so she could suck my dick and Renee came over and sat on my face so I could lick her. I did not have another orgasm, but I think Renee did and I know Chad and Amy did.

That night we tried a carefully orchestrated orgy that Chad had thought up of, but it was too complicated. Renee wanted to try a “DP” so she had Chad lie on his back on the end of the bed with her lying on her back on top of him. He gently inserted his dick into her ass and then I put my dick into her pussy standing in front of them. While I could stroke, Chad found he couldn’t as he kept popping out. Amy thought that looked like fun too, but had a different idea. She had me lying on my back and she lay on top of me facing me. I put my dick into her pussy and Chad went into her ass while straddling her. That seemed to work a little better technique-wise, but none of us enjoyed it as much as we thought we would. We ended up doing a sort of orgy with lots of mouths, dicks, and pussies and I’m not sure how, but we all ended up satisfied by the time we went to bed.

The next morning while watching the news, we heard the threat of the flu was probably over. We all thoroughly enjoyed our time together and decided to leave while we were still good friends. We packed the car and drove back to civilization as we knew it. As we said our goodbyes, we agreed to meet every once in a while just to play a game or two together.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas. That’s the way the story begins.

Jenna walked into the darkened house and pulled off her long coat. She set her purse and coat on the table in the hallway and walked into the kitchen. Opening the door to the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of chardonnay and poured herself a glass. Then, she picked up her glass of wine and headed in to the living room. Turning on the wall switch for the Christmas tree, she settled down in the large, leather couch and kicked off her high-heeled shoes.

It had been a long day at the office followed by the company Christmas party at a downtown hotel. She had spent the evening teasing the horny, young executives at the party and it had gotten her all worked up. The red thong panty that she wore under her sexy, black cocktail dress was soaked with her pussy juice after only an hour at the party. When she slipped out to the bathroom for a break, she seduced her secretary, Kelly, to join her. The hot, silly blond looked so good kneeling between her legs eating her dripping, wet cunt. According to office gossip, the little tramp was an expert cocksucker. She could now add eager twat muncher to her resume.

Once she had cum all over the young woman’s face, she slipped her thong off completely and headed back to the party with her secretary in tow. Walking up to Bryan, one of her teasing victims of the evening, she guided him and the girl over to the mistletoe. He kissed her hungrily on the mouth surprised at the tangy taste of pussy on her lips.

“Enjoy yourself.” She whispered teasingly in his ear as she slipped her wet thong panties into his hand. “I certainly did.”

Jenna turned on her heel, picked up her coat and headed out the door to her car. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Kelly being steered over to the bank of elevators surrounded by three of the horny, male executives that Jenna had been teasing. She wondered if the young girl would make it to the hotel suite with any of her clothes on.

Jenna sipped her glass of wine and smiled as she thought about the plight of her secretary at the hands of those hormonally charged males. She felt a little guilty about leaving the young woman in the lecherous hands of the guys that she had been cock-teasing all night, a little guilty but not too much. She wondered how many cocks would fuck her secretary before the night was done.

The flickering lights of the Christmas tree disturbed her thoughts. Suddenly, a figure in a red outfit appeared next to the tree. The strange thing about this figure was that the person was female and not male, and instead of being overweight, the person was very slim and trim with very large breasts and long legs. Her red outfit was not the typical velvet Santa uniform. The woman wore a red, leather corset that hugged her waist and pushed up her large breasts. Her legs were covered in red fishnet stockings and black, knee-high boots.

“Hello, Jenna.” She said turning to face the surprised woman sitting on the couch.

“Hello, yourself.” Jenna answered. “Who the hell are you? And, what are you doing in my house?”

“Such a temper.” She scolded. “I’m Mistress Sandra Clause. I’ve come to take care of you, since you’ve been such a naughty little bitch.”

“Right.” Jenna responded. “Why don’t you leave before I call the cops.”

She reached for her cell phone. Before she could begin to dial, Mistress Clause strode across the room and grabbed her by the hair on top of her head lifting her off the couch. She dropped her on the floor and ground the spike heel of her boot into the middle of Jenna’s chest.

“You bitch!” Jenna screamed. “I’m pressing charges for assault.”

“Shut up.” Sandra replied. “You’re doing nothing.”

She took the cell phone and through it against the back wall of the fireplace shattering the electronic device into little pieces.

“You have been a very bad girl.” Sandra said pressing the heel of her boot against her chest. “Your actions have consequences. It’s time for a little lesson.”

Jenna’s vision went dark. When she could focus again, she found herself standing in the elevator of the hotel surrounded by the three male executives. She looked down and realized that she was wearing the slinky little dress that her secretary had been wearing. Her hands were rubbing the front of two of her companions. She could feel their cocks growing inside their pants as she rubbed them. At the same time, three pairs of hands groped her body squeezing her ass and tits and probing the moist opening of her pussy.

“God, she’s hot.” Whispered Bryan from behind as he reached around to squeeze her breasts. He pulled he back until she felt his growing cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

“Her pussy is just dripping.” Said Rob from her left as his fingers plunged between the swollen lips of her cunt. “It got you all hot and bothered eating your boss’s pussy, didn’t it?”

Jenna could only moan as she felt her body being mauled by her companions.

“Did güngören escort she return the favor?” Teased Will, the final companion. “Or, did the selfish bitch cum on your face and leave you hanging?”

“No.” Moaned Jenna. “She did not return the favor.”

“Too bad.” He replied. “I’d love to see her prim, bitchy face buried in your pussy.”

The door of the elevator opened and they stumbled down the hallway to a large hotel suite. Will opened the door and the others pushed Jenna into the room.

“It’s about time.” Said a female voice in the room. “I thought you guys were going to leave me here all alone.”

“We brought another playmate back with us.” Said Bryan

“Ooooh, yummy!” Replied the woman. “Did you bring me a present?”

Jenna looked up to see Mistress Sandra Clause standing in front of the bed. She was still dressed in her Christmas dominatrix outfit complete with red riding crop in her hand.

“You?!?” Jenna exclaimed in surprise.

“Do you two know each other?” Rob asked.

“Your playmate sometimes likes to go to parties that I arrange.” Sandra answered. “She likes it a little rough. Am I right, slut?”

“What are those?” Sandra asked pointing at the damp panties in Bryan’s hand.

“The panties of her boss.” He answered. “Her boss made her eat her pussy in the bathroom, then she gave them to me.”

“Interesting.” She answered. “Strip her, boys. Leave her stockings and slut shoes on, but strip off all her other clothes. Stuff the panties in her mouth so she doesn’t protest.”

Mistress Clause sat down in a large chair to watch the festivities as three pairs of hands roughly gripped her body and began to remove her clothes. As she opened her mouth to scream, Bryan stuffed her soiled panties into her mouth. She tasted her own pussy juices on the garment in her mouth as her clothes were stripped from her body.

Jenna stood in the middle of the room dressed in only her stockings and high-heeled shoes. She tried to cover her bare breasts and neatly-trimmed pussy with her hands as four sets of eyes devoured her naked body.

“Very nice.” Mistress Clause said appreciatively. She stood and walked over to the mostly naked woman. Her gloved hand caressed the smooth flesh of her ass and bare breasts. She slipped a leather collar attached to a leash around Jenna’s neck.

“Get undressed, boys.” She ordered the three men. “We don’t want our playmate to be lonely.”

The three young men quickly stripped off their clothes until they stood naked in front of Jenna. She could see the large, erect cocks of her companions pointing directly at her body as they moved closer to her.

“Look at those nice, hard cocks.” Sandra whispered in her ear as she stood behind her with her arms wrapped around her body. Her hands squeezed Jenna’s breasts and pulled at her nipples. “Just imagine how it’s going to feel with those cocks filling your mouth and pussy and ass.”

She pulled the panties out of Jenna’s mouth and pushed her down onto her knees. She handed the leash to Bryan.

“She looks hungry.” Sandra said to the men. “I think she needs some cock to suck.”

Bryan stepped forward and shoved his hard cock into her open mouth. Jenna gagged as she felt the head of his dick press against the back of her throat and his balls resting against her chin. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he started to thrust in and out of her mouth fucking her face. Her saliva dripped over her lips and onto his balls as his cock slid in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

Rob and Will moved up on either side of her. They placed her hands on their dicks and she started to stroke the hard shafts as she sucked on Bryan. After a few minutes, Rob moved her mouth off Bryan’s cock and onto his own. Then, she switched over to Will’s cock giving each of them a chance to fuck her mouth.

“Such an eager cock-sucker.” Said Sandra. “I hope she eats pussy half as well as she sucks dick.”

Sandra stood up and slid her red, leather thong off her hips. Then, she sat down in the chair with her legs spread.

“Bring her here.” She said pointing at her bare pussy. “I need my pussy licked.”

Bryan handed the leash to Mistress Clause so she could pull her face close to her pussy. Sandra pulled on the leash forcing Jenna to crawl on her hands and knees across the floor so that she was now facing her bare pussy. Sandra grabbed the hair at the back of Jenna’s head and pulled her mouth tight against the swollen lips of her pussy.

“Lick it, bitch!” She ordered. “Make me cum all over your face like your boss did.”

Jenna licked up and down the puffy lips of Sandra’s pussy. Her tongue plunged into the moist opening lapping at the juices beginning to ooze out of her overheated cunt. She sucked on each of the swollen lips and as well as the clit causing Sandra to grind her pelvis against her open mouth.

“Greedy little wench.” She moaned. “Don’t worry, I’ll cum in your mouth very esenler escort soon. Why don’t you boys take turns fucking her hot, wet cunt while she eats me.”

Rob stepped up behind Jenna, who was down on her hands and knees between Sandra’s thighs, and aimed the head of his cock at the hot, wet opening of her pussy. Grabbing her hips, he thrust forward, sheathing his prick balls deep inside her. His thrusts pushed her face tighter against Sandra’s dripping snatch so that her moans of ecstasy were muffled in Sandra’s wet pussy. Rob thrust deep and hard into Jenna’s body causing her ass cheeks to smack against his pelvis with each stroke.

Soon, Jenna felt Rob’s thrusting become even faster and deeper. Then he plunged his cock deep inside her one last time before he exploded, emptying a thick load of cum into her pussy. Her own orgasm shook through her body even as Sandra ground her pussy on her face and covered her face with her pussy juice. Once he had caught his breath, Rob pulled his semi-hard prick out of her twitching pussy. Jenna could feel the mix of cum and pussy juice dripping out of her swollen pussy. Will quickly stepped up to fill Rob’s place. Grabbing her hips, he thrust deep into her with a loud, wet squelch. His thick, hard cock pounded into her sloppy, wet cunt lubricated by the messy mixture of semen and cunt juice leaking out of her. Will’s balls slapped against the wet lips of her pussy with each stroke causing Jenna to moan at this renewed assault on her nether regions. Smiling, Sandra pulled back on the leash lifting Jenna’s face away from her own overheated pussy. She handed the leash to Rob and stood up.

“Have a seat, Rob.” She offered. “She needs to clean your cock with her mouth.”

Rob sat down in the chair and pulled Jenna’s open mouth onto his wet dick. Pulling on the back of her head, he thrust his cock between her open lips until she swallowed his entire length all the way to the root. She tasted the tangy mixture of her own pussy juice and his cum coating the shaft of his dick as she sucked him. Jenna’s mouth bobbed up and down the length of Rob’s cock giving him a very wet, enthusiastic blow job as Will continued to fuck her from behind. She moaned around a mouthful of dick feeling Will add his own load of jizz to the creamy mess inside her pussy. The walls of her cunt clutched at the shaft of his sick as her own orgasm coursed through her body, once again.

Rob stood up and handed the leash to Will giving up his seat to him. Will moved up to take his place while Bryan lined up the head of his cock with the opening of her pussy. Bryan’s cock slipped inside her forcing her mouth onto the moist shaft of Will’s dick. She sucked on the wet prick filling her throat cleaning off the combined secretions with her tongue. Her body was on fire with lust as she felt Bryan’s dick spear her dripping cunt from behind while she sucked on Will’s cock. She was being used like a cheap whore and the sophisticated female executive found that she liked it.

“Fuck me.” She screamed around Will’s cock in her mouth. “Give me more dick.”

“Shut up, slut!” Sandra ordered bringing the riding crop down on Jenna’s back with a loud SMACK! “You’re our little cum slut, tonight. The only time you open your mouth is so we can fill it with pussy or cock.”

Sandra put her hands on the back of Jenna’s head forcing her mouth down harder on Will’s cock so that she started to gag. Meanwhile, Bryan could feel his climax approaching as his dick pounded her wet, sloppy pussy. Grabbing her shoulders, he thrust deep into her twat adding his own load of spunk to the sloppy mess already dripping out of her. Bryan pulled out of her and Will gave up his seat so that Jenna could clean the sticky mess covering Bryan’s cock.

“Oh, good!” Sandra exclaimed. “My turn.”

Jenna looked to the side to see Mistress Clause wearing a harness around her waist attached to a large, red dildo. Sandra stroked the shaft of the dong like it was a real cock putting on a lewd display for her audience before kneeling behind Jenna. She grabbed the woman’s hips and thrust hard skewering her abused cunt with her fake cock. Bryan’s cock filling her throat muffled Jenna’s moans of lust.

“You boys have made her pussy a complete mess.” Sandra said as her dildo wetly fucked Jenna. “I think her pussy is all fucked out.”

“What should we do about that?” Rob asked as he stood there stroking himself.

“I think her asshole feels neglected.” Sandra said.

She backed up pulling the dildo out of Jenna’s pussy. She reached down with her gloved hand and slid two fingers into her sloppy pussy removing some of the combined secretions. She took the slippery juices and rubbed them over the head and shaft of the dildo. Then, she took another handful of the mixture and rubbed it into Jenna’s upturned asshole.

“No, please don’t do that.” Jenna moaned.

“Quiet, bitch.” Sandra ordered. “You know you love a good, hard ass fuck.”

Sandra sarıyer escort lined up the head of the dildo with the puckered opening of Jenna’s ass and thrust forward burying half of the shaft in her tight ass. The cock filling her throat muffled her screams of pain and lust as Sandra started to fuck her ass hard with the strap-on dong.

“I told you she liked it.” Sandra said as she reached around to squeeze Jenna’s nipples while she continued to fuck her ass. “After tonight, she’s going to be leaking cum out of her ass and pussy for the next week.”

Jenna’s body shook with another orgasm as Sandra ravaged her ass with the strap-on cock and Bryan fucked her mouth. Feeling Jenna shake with her climax and then collapse, Sandra stepped back removing the dildo from Jenna’s ass.

“I think she’s ready, boys.” Sandra said. “Who wants to ride, next?”

“My turn.” Will said stepping up with his hard cock in his hand.

He thrust into her pussy a few times to coat his cock with the copious secretions that still filled her. Then, he redirected the head of his dick at the twitching opening of her anus. He shoved his cock balls deep in her ass with one stroke eliciting a new moan from Jenna. As he started a rapid pounding of her tight ass, Sandra stripped off the strap-on harness and took Bryan’s place in front of Jenna, once again.

“Show your appreciation for the nice ass fuck, wench.” She said. “Eat my wet pussy.”

Jenna dove face first into the steamy cunt in front of her. She practically devoured the moist morsel of female flesh offered up to her eager mouth as Will’s dick plowed into her receptive ass.

“Do you like having your ass fucked?” Teased Sandra.

“Yes, mistress.” Jenna moaned between licks of Sandra’s pussy.

“Put your tongue in my ass.” She ordered lifting her legs higher and exposing her own anus.

Jenna pushed her face against Sandra’s pelvis. Her tongue teased and probed the puckered opening of her ass forcing her nose to slide between the lips of her pussy and the bridge of her nose to rub against her clit.

“Oh, yes!” Sandra moaned grinding her clit against Jenna’s nose. “Eat my ass, you dirty slut.”

Jenna’s tongue slid between the sphincter muscles massaging the opening of Sandra’s ass triggering another climax on her face. At the same time, she felt Will deposit his load of cum in her ass sending her over the edge of another orgasm. Will withdrew his cock from her ass with a wet POP! Jenna could feel his cum leaking out of her ass to mix with the other secretions dripping out of her pussy.

As Will stepped away, she felt Bryan move into place and slide his cock into her ass. His hand on the back of her head forced Jenna’s face into Sandra’s crotch as he fucked her ass hard and fast. Sandra was soon screaming out another climax from the tongue lashing that her pussy and ass were receiving.

“Stop!” She moaned pulling Jenna’s face away from her pussy.

She moved off the chair to lie down on the floor next to Jenna. With her legs spread, she motioned for Rob to join her.

“I need some cock.” She told Rob. “Get over here and fuck me.”

Rob moved into position between her thighs shoving his cock deep into her moist cunt. His dick repeatedly slammed into Sandra’s pussy making an obscene wet sound, while his co-worker fucked Jenna’s ass right beside him. Without a cock or pussy to muffle her moans, Jenna became a very vocal slut.

“Take me!” She moaned. “Use me like a nasty whore. Pump my ass full of cum.”

Bryan soon reached his climax and he added another load of cum to her ass. Jenna collapsed on the floor in an exhausted heap. Her thigh-high stockings were ripped from the session of intense fucking. A mixture of semen and pussy juice leaked out of her abused pussy and ass. Next to her, she heard Rob and Sandra scream out their own orgasms as he filled her pussy with his cum.

“Turn her over.” Sandra said once she had caught her breath.

Jenna felt the guys gently roll her onto her back. Looking up, she saw Sandra squatting over her face. Her open pussy dripping cum and cunt juice was being lowered towards her mouth.

“Eat me, whore.” Sandra ordered. “Clean that cum out of my pussy.”

The moist cunt smothering her face choked off her attempts at protest. Her tongue slid between the swollen lips of Sandra’s pussy until her mouth was filled with a sticky mixture of cum and pussy juice. Jenna lapped at the copious fluids leaking out of Sandra’s twat and sucked at her clit until she rode her face to another climax.

When Sandra stood up, Jenna looked up at her three male companions standing around her and stroking their cocks in appreciation for her performance. Just then, all three cocks began to spurt a final tribute of spunk that covered her naked body. Her hair, face, tits, and belly were covered in a layer of cum as she drifted off to sleep.

Light drifted through the windows of the hotel room as Jenna started to wake the next morning. At first, she thought that she had had a bad dream about last night, until she tried to move. Her eyelashes, hair and upper body were coated with a sticky, dried layer of semen. Her ass and pussy were sore and she could feel a messy mixture of secretions drooling out of her nether regions.

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After laying in bed for a while, holding both girls’ hands, the bedroom started getting dark. I turned to switch on my reading lamp, and kissed Jennifer, my wife’s eighteen year old cousin. She rolled to her side and put her arm around me as I faced toward my wife, Angie. I kissed Angie, and tasted my cum on her lips.

“I feel left out,” Jennifer said.

Angie got up on her elbow. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I haven’t really come yet, and I’m still kind of horny.”

“Oh, baby we can fix that, right Jim?”

“Of course we’ll fix that,” I said. I turned toward her and dug one arm under, the other around her, and lifted her onto me, both of us laughing. She kissed me. I turned again and landed her between Angie and me, then started to suck on her left breast while stroking her thigh.

Angie, still up on one elbow, watched. When I glanced at her, she was staring at Jennifer’s right nipple. I was wondering what she was thinking, when she suddenly bent down and took it in her mouth.

Jennifer arched her back. “Oooooh!” she moaned.

I didn’t know my wife would do this. Or that Jennifer would. My cock started to come back to life.

As my finger felt for Jennifer’s pussy, I felt Angie’s hand in the same place. I moved mine to let her do it, and just kissed Jennifer’s body everywhere I could reach.

Her fingers ran through my hair as Angie and I kissed and sucked on her breasts, sometimes stopping to kiss each other and touch tongues. I moved up to Jennifer’s neck, and Angie followed.

Jennifer smiled and moaned, “Oh, whoever’s doing that, keep it up.”

Angie kept her fingers working on Jennifer’s pussy as we each kissed her cheek.

I kissed her her mouth, then she turned and Angie kissed it. Jennifer’s hand appeared, combing through Angie’s wild blonde hair and pulling her toward her. They kissed furiously, and I just watched. Angie’s hand moved in a blur around Jennifer’s clit, and Jennifer’s breathing quickened, howling through her nose as small whimpers came from her throat.

Angie’s mouth shifted to where her tongue must have been deep into Jennifer’s. Then the young girl’s hips started bucking as she strained against my wife’s touch. She let out a long, thin cry, squeezing her eyes shut, then collapsed limp on the bed.

Angie gently blotted the perspiration from her cousin’s forehead and kissed it tenderly. Then she wiped her cheek, followed by another kiss. And then kissed her lips again with the same slow burning passion I’d had when I kissed her.

In a few minutes, they were fatih escort both asleep. I lay there watching their beautiful faces, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

I woke up and looked at the clock. Man, it was late. We’d really slept deeply; both women were still sound asleep on either side of me. I felt more relaxed than I’d felt in years, at peace on this beautiful morning. Not totally awake, though, so the previous day’s events weren’t in my mind. My wife was to my right, her sexy young cousin to my left, and we were all naked. Did I really get to fuck Jennifer? That’s just too good to be true. Naw, couldn’t have happened; must have been a dream. I don’t know how Angie ever let her sleep in our bed, let alone next to me, knowing how I wanted her.

Wait, Angie was kissing her, wasn’t she? There was the couch, my wife’s hand in my pants, Jennifer came out of the shower, sat by me. Yes. Holy shit, all that really did happen. My God, I can’t believe it.

Angie stirred, rolling over toward me, stretching her arms. Her eyes opened a crack and she smiled. “Is she awake?” she whispered.

“No.”

She moved gently toward me, put her arms around my waste, and kissed me. As I held her close, she whispered, “Last night was awesome, wasn’t it?”

“It was a dream come true.”

“Better than I ever hoped it would be,” she added.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it a while. I know you wanted it, I did too. Just never dreamed it would be so great.”

“I hope she liked it, too.”

“We’ll see. I was thinking of slipping out to get some stuff to make breakfast,” she said as she pushed the covers aside and swung her legs off the bed. “I’ll just go up to the grocery store real quick.”

“I’ll get some coffee brewing, then.”

She pulled on a pair of jeans without bothering with underwear, which I’d never seen her do before. Then she pulled a T-shirt over her head, onto her bare chest. My cock began to stiffen, picturing her walking around in public like that. Her tits bobbing, nipples showing, and men staring at her, wanting to fuck her.

After slipping on a pair of flip flops, she gave me a kiss and said, “Be a good boy. No playing around with Jennifer behind my back, ok?”

I tried not to show my bewilderment. “Ok- “

My wife quietly went out the front door, and when her car had pulled out of the driveway, I turned toward Jennifer and just watched her sleeping.

It wasn’t long before she started to wake up. Her short brown hair hung across her face, zeytinburnu escort her pretty brown eyes squinting in the morning light. She smiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I said.

“Jimmy,” she said, squirming toward me. Her legs wrapped around mine and she kissed me noisily on the lips.

“Angie went to the store to get some breakfast. She told me not to touch you while she was gone.”

She pulled back and gave me a disbelieving look. “Hmm, she sounds jealous.”

“She sure wasn’t jealous yesterday.”

“Maybe she wants me to herself,” she teased.

“Could be. Whatever it is, I don’t think I’m going to listen to her.” I held her to me and kissed her. Our bodies pressed against each other in wild sexual passion. My cock was completely stiff and digging into her thigh as my hand felt the soft smooth flesh of her young ass.

I moved to get on top of her, kissing her neck, then her left breast. The hardening nipple felt good in my mouth, the ripe young eighteen year old flesh like a mouthful of candy. I had the urge to bite hard, but didn’t. Her right breast was next, and with my hand I felt for her pussy to see if it was wet.

“You’re a little dry. Let me fix that,” I said, moving down to lick her pussy.

“Mmm,” she moaned, squirming slightly.

Her heat warmed my tongue, and I tasted her pussy juice and took the scent deep into my nostrils. She seemed wet enough, so I lay my cock there at her vagina and slowly worked it in between the soft tender lips.

She kissed me. “I can taste my pussy in your mouth.”

“Do you like it?”

“Mm hm.”

“Do you want to taste Angie’s pussy?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I rammed my rock-hard cock into her, and she bit her lower lip, closing her eyes. Knowing Angie would be home soon, and feeling pure lust for this hot teenage girl, I started ramming her hard – bang, bang, bang. The bed creaked. I felt the climax coming and slowed my rhythm to a steady grind.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

I thought I heard Angie’s car roll into the driveway, and concentrated harder on fucking her cousin. With a gyrating motion I brought my orgasm to a climax and let it release my sperm deep inside her body.

I had no idea if Angie had come into the house or not, but I pulled my cock out of Jennifer gently and moved to her side. It was then I heard Angie’s footsteps in the hallway, and Jennifer yanked the sheet over her to hide my cum dripping from her hole. Angie went into the bathroom instead of our bedroom, and we both breathed bağcılar escort a sigh of relief.

“I thought you were going to make coffee,” she said.

“I was just about to.”

“Is Jennifer up?”

“She’s just waking up.”

Angie flushed, washed her hands, and poked her head into the bedroom, blowing Jennifer a kiss. “Morning, darlin’.”

She blew a kiss back at my wife.

As Angie strutted to the kitchen she said, “You better have behaved while I was gone, Jim.”

Jennifer and I giggled and I kissed her.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, while Jennifer put on her satin robe. Angie made us an excellent breakfast, and we relaxed in the living room over coffee. Jennifer was sitting in a spot where I could see between her legs while Angie couldn’t, and I saw my cum all over her thigh, dripping onto her robe and darkening it. I pictured Angie licking it off, and hoped she wasn’t serious about Jennifer and I not going behind her back.

“Well, guys, I stopped somewhere after the grocery store to get my cousin a present,” Angie said with a sly grin. She sat on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, and her nipples poking through her T-shirt.

Jennifer perked up. “What is it?”

“You’ll see.” She winked at her cousin. “It’s something Jim will really like.”

“Oh?” I said.

“I’ll show you in a minute.” She slurped some coffee. “Be patient.”

I watched Jennifer staring into my wife’s eyes, looking serene and in love. Angie looked intensely at her cousin over the rim of her coffee cup, one side of her mouth curled upward.

“Jimmy, there’s a bag in the kitchen, on the floor. Will you bring it here, honey?”

I got up to find it. A plain paper bag, stapled at the top. Darn, can’t see what’s inside.

“Jen, honey, I’d like you to open the bag in the bedroom, and put on what’s inside. Then come out here and show it to us.”

I handed Jennifer the bag, and she got up. Angie and I watched her tight young ass swinging in the shiny satin robe as she walked down the hall.

“So what is it?” I asked as I sat by my wife.

Laughing, she said, “You’ll see. Be patient.”

I put my hand on her thigh, feeling her tight jeans. She spread her legs and I felt my way up toward the warmth of her crotch. “You know, I thought about you out there, in public, with no underwear, no bra.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we should go out like that more often.”

“It turned me on, too. My nipples were hard the whole time.”

“I’ll bet you got a lot of stares.”

“Not really. No one was there this time of day. I wonder what’s taking Jennifer so long?”

I thought she must have been wiping my cum off her leg, and almost said so, but held back.

Then our bedroom door opened, and the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life strutted down the hall toward us.

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As I sit here in my air-conditioned office I know that my lawyer is only a speed dial away but I still cannot bring myself to press that button. I have no idea why; divorce seems the only logical solution now but whoever said that the logical thing to do was the right thing to do?

She’s embarrassed me before – my wife, Sheila, that is – and I’ve no reason to suspect that she won’t embarrass me again, so why is it that I find myself unable to leave her? Maybe it’s because our love runs deep; or maybe it’s because I don’t want to be by myself; or maybe – and this seems more likely – I just get a little bit out of the drunken, sluttish way in which she behaves!

As I’ve mentioned, she’s shown me up many times before. Her choice of clothes care sometimes little better than “street corner hooker”style and she always adores the ogling stares that her lithe body and sharp features encourage from all around as she parades herself through a shopping mall or a hotel lounge. She has little or no concern for how this makes me feel and I am usually left walking a few paces behind her, my head down, in case someone recognises me. I have put up with this behaviour for several years now, but last weekend at a friend’s wedding, things definitely got out of control!

The day itself was a little unseasonal for the time of year. A constant drizzle dampened the guests faces and a swirling breeze ensured that hats never stayed in place for very long. Originally, the actual ceremony was to be held in the open air in the bride’s garden, but to save everyone the problems of wet clothes and mud, a small temporary marquee had been hastily erected.

After the minister had legalised the union between our friends, the whole congregation was moved into the main house for a reception and the marquee was left empty until it was due to be dismantled the following day.

As the reception started so my problems with Sheila began. My wife likes to drink. Actually, that’s a little understating it; Sheila finds it hard to refuse a drink – especially vodka. The booze flowed freely during the afternoon and by 6pm I guess that she must have consumed around half a bottle. I know well from experience that to try and moderate her drinking is a mistake; when she is in the mood nothing will stop her. And that afternoon she was most certainly in the mood!

Several times throughout the afternoon and early evening I lost track of Sheila only to eventually find her, shoes and jacket off, dancing some wild, inebriated dance with any man that happened to be handy at the time. But this time it was a little different; the fast dances seemed okay, but as soon as a slow number oozed out from the sound system, her dance became much more intimate. I watched with growing annoyance as Sheila’s arms wrapped themselves around a tall, dark haired man and her face nuzzled drunkenly into his neck. For his part, the young man seemed more than happy to flirt quite openly with her and made no attempt to hide the fact that his hands were at that moment firmly squeezing the cheeks of her ass through the tight fitting dress that she was almost wearing.

Every time that I started to make my way over to them, I was pulled back into one conversation or another by various groups of friends. I decided to try and ignore her, after a while the music would probably change again and the two would have to break up.

As the conversation in my group continued, I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at my wife and her dance partner. The music did eventually change and so did they, but not the dance – they changed partners! The young man reluctantly disengaged himself from mecidiyeköy escort Sheila and left her swaying and a little unstable on the dance floor. I thought for a moment that this was a little inconsiderate until I saw the man’s friend quickly replace him in my wife’s arms. The first man returned to his position at the bar and I saw him laughing to yet another friend as they shared the joke. As I watched the man now dancing with and groping Sheila give his two mates a quick “thumbs up”, It wasn’t hard to work out what the joke was.

“Isn’t that right, Danny?”

“Sorry?” I replied, I hadn’t been following a word of the conversation to which I was supposed to be a part.

“Your firm is developing a new marketing section. Isn’t that right?” My friend Lydia Wimslow repeated moving into my line of sight and blocking my view of the dance floor.

“Er… yes… yes, we are. “

“You should really read Jenny’s resume,” Lydia continued as she pushed her teenaged daughter forward, “She’s just graduated business school with honours and looking for a position. That’s right isn’t it darling?”

“Yes Mr. Page. I got all my qualifications and… “

“Er… yes, Jenny… er.. Miss. Wimslow… good idea… make an appointment with my secretary… I’m sure that we… er… sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?”

Usually I would have been quite happy to stand and chat to the sweet eighteen year old that was trying to do her best to impress me, but I had lost sight of Sheila and I needed to find out where she was. I could hear Lydia Wimslow’s words of contempt for such a rude man ringing in my ears as I strode off. I made a mental note to apologise to her and her daughter at a later date.

I scoured the main room downstairs fending off offers to join conversations and to have drinks with a wave of a hand. But as hard as I looked I still could find no sign of my wife. I glanced over to the bar where her dance companions had been earlier – no sign of them either!

Thoughts began to race through my head. It wouldn’t have been the first time that the bitch had cheated on me, but with THREE guys and at a WEDDING?

Suspicion and paranoia running rife, I bounded up the stairs to the first floor. I stood breathless on the landing and listened. The music from downstairs drifted up to me but, apart from that, I could hear no other signs of life. Most of the doors were open and I peeked inside to check. Nothing. I began to feel a little more comfortable, perhaps I really was being paranoid, perhaps Sheila had just popped out for a breath of fresh air. Out, I thought. Outside! In a second all my fears came flooding back to me – I hadn’t checked the marquee outside!

The persistent drizzle soaked my hair and dripped off my face as I watched the scene in front of me through the flap of the marquee. I felt unable to move as I watched my drunken, dark haired wife. She was as naked as the day she was born and greedily sucking one large cock while masturbating another to a rock-like erection. All my fears and paranoia were realised. All my worst nightmares had come true in that one, fateful moment.

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But, mixed in amongst the feelings of anger and disgust lay another emotion that I was finding difficult to come to terms with: Excitement. Yes, I felt horny!

Sheila’s muffled sounds of lust were still audible above the patter of raindrops on the canvas roof as she lay over the lap of the guy she was sucking off. I noticed a third man behind her. Having just relieved her of her panties he was urgently probing her pussy and ass with his fingers as she bayrampaşa escort continued her own, seemingly very pleasurable, tasks.

Sheila’s muffled moans soon turned to gasps as the man behind her thrust harder and deeper with his digits. Her legs seemed to spread wider as he poked both her holes and her back arched as she climbed higher and higher towards what seemed like an inevitable orgasm.

As she came the man in the mouth put his hands on the back of her head and forced her face down onto his swollen member. I had never known Sheila to deep-throat before – at least, not with me – but the evidence was undeniable. Her whole body seemed to shake and tremble. Her naked toes curled up in an involuntary response and her slim, lithe frame suddenly went into an orgasmic spasm. Had her vocal chords been available for use, I am certain that her cries of ecstasy would have brought people running out from the main house.

“Let’s see what her cunt feels like!” cried the guy who had just fingered her to orgasm. It seemed that Sheila was to be given no rest after her climax.

As my wife alternately sucked and jerked the two big cocks in front of her face, the third guy moved up behind her and, in one thrust, buried himself in her open snatch. Again, her cries were muffled by the smiling young man that was forcing his tool into her mouth and throat as she was shoved back and forth as the man began to frantically fuck her.

“Damn, Bitch! You cunt’s so loose and wet I can hardly feel anything!” The man grunted after a few minutes, “Your ass any tighter?”

With a monumental effort, Sheila managed to pull away and release the cock from the deep confines of her throat.

“Oh yeah, baby” she slurred drunkenly, “do me in the ass, PLEASE!”

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With a quick change of position, Sheila was hauled up from the cushions that were scattered on the floor and lowered, a little too quickly, I thought, onto the guy’s lap. Her legs remained lewdly spread wide open and I could see his cock pressing against her tight anus. My wife’s moans were now becoming quite loud as her anal ring was penetrated and so the second guy quickly shut her up by forcing his weapon between her lips.

For a further ten minutes Sheila was butt-fucked and face-fucked my the three men in unison. They seemed to have no concern for her pleasure at all. It appeared that she was simply their fuck-toy to be used for their sole enjoyment.

As I continued to watch the orgy, I suddenly realised that I had been rubbing my own prick through the material of my pants. I was as hard as a rock and, feeling more daring than I thought I was capable of, I took a quick look around me before unzipping and releasing myself. My cock felt hot and hard in my fist as I slowly masturbated whilst continuing my voyeuristic adventure. I knew that I should really do something to stop what was happening, but I just couldn’t do it. In honesty, I didn’t want to – this was the most erotic thing that I had ever witnessed.

The man underneath Sheila was now thrusting his cock in and out of her back door whilst she sucked and jerked his friends. His fingers held her thighs wide open giving me a perfect view of her open, wet pussy and her engorged clitty that he rolled between his fingers causing her to shiver and groan around the cock in her mouth.

“If her cunt’s too loose, what say we give her two cocks up there?” the first guy suddenly cried.

It sounded like a good idea to me and Sheila was certainly in no position to voice a protest.

With another quick change of position, my wife’s legs bahçelievler escort were dragged as far apart as possible.

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With the man under her switching holes so that his cock slipped easily up into her pussy, her second lover straddled her hips and forced his own tool into the same cavity. Sheila screamed out as she fought to accommodate the impossible size that the two cocks presented. Her vagina was stretched to the limit and I could see her legs trembling as she was so brutally penetrated. Again, the third man made use of her mouth and throat by squatting over her face and ramming his solid meat between her lips.

I squeezed my own prick in my fist as I felt myself nearing a climax. In my mind I admired these plundering invaders for their stamina; it couldn’t be many men who would be able to hold onto their cum for this long.

For several minutes I stood and watched as my wife’s three lovers continued to ravage her body. My cock ached and throbbed and stuck out from my zipper like an iron pole. I so wanted to cum, but I was determined to see this through to the end – I wasn’t going to cum until they did!

As if almost sensing my unheard plea for release, the man buried in Sheila’s throat suddenly pulled out and held his cock firmly in his fist.

“Shit, guys! I think I’m gonna cum soon!” he cried.

Now with her windpipe unblocked, my wife gulped in lungfuls of air.

“Not inside me, please!” she gasped, almost begging, “I might get pregnant! Cum over me. I want all of you to cum on my face; in my mouth; on my tits! Do it now, please!”

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As all three men removed themselves from my wife’s open and abused body, they congregated around her head. I joined their masturbation session as they tugged their long, throbbing dicks up and down in their fists. One man sat astride Sheila’s chest and fucked his cock between her large breasts with the other two aimed straight for her face. Sheila’s hands cupped and squeezed their balls as they began to cum.

Actually it was I that climaxed first. I just couldn’t hold on any longer and held my breath as I reached the point of no return. I looked down to see my own cum oozing from the head of my cock and dripping onto the wet grass beneath my feet.

But Sheila’s lovers were not far behind me. The man between her tits let out a deep, guttural moan as his seed splashed into her cleavage and at almost the same time the second, taller man released a virtual torrent of cum that streaked her face and matted her short dark hair.

“Oh yeah, bitch! Here it comes! Open wide!”

The last man’s voice was a gasp through clenched teeth as her aimed his twitching weapon between Sheila’s cum-stained lips. He pulled her head forward and stuck the long pole straight into her mouth as his semen filled her oral orifice and bulged her cheeks. Sheila tried to swallow, but as he rammed his weapon into her mouth the pressure forced the hot, white liquid to ooze from the corners of her mouth and dribble across her flushed cheeks…

The image returned to me again as I continued to think about my lawyer. I reached for the telephone but instead of hitting the speed dial button my finger pressed the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Page?” came my secretary’s voice.

“Janet, can you call Jenny Wimslow please and arrange for her to come in for an interview? Her number’s in the Rolodex, I think. This afternoon at five would be okay I think. “

“Sure, Mr. Page. Good idea. We could certainly do with some extra help around here! I’ll call her right now!”

It was a good idea, I thought, If she was any good I could hire her and get home to Sheila early for a change. She would certainly be surprised to see me and maybe she wouldn’t be alone!

I smiled to myself.

“Oh, and Janet?”

“Yes, Mr. Page?”

“Order a dozen roses for my wife, would you? I wouldn’t like her to think she was being taken for granted!”

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Chapter 17: Football Fun And Frolics

On Friday, Katie and I were invited round to Richard’s and Jenny’s (the couple for whom I occasionally ‘baby-sit’) for an afternoon of fun and frolics with them and two of Richie’s mates, Kenny and Mike. As it turned out, Jenny, Katie and I had to ‘wait’ on the guys, pandering to their needs as they watched the football (that’s soccer for the benefit of my North American readers), dressed only in high-heels and those funny little waitress hats (ie, we were dressed like that, the guys were in their replica Scotland football tops and jeans/slacks, etc.).

Anyway, the format of the afternoon was quite simple, we served the guys beer and nibbles, provided them with whatever other ‘services’ they required. For the most part, that involved the three of us taking it in turns to kneel in front of the guys and suck them off. I have to say, I found it quite exciting to have my mouth in such hot demand (even if it did begin to ache a bit after a while).

Having first murdered ‘Flower of Scotland’ (if you’ve ever heard me sing, you’ll understand), Jenny, Katie and I served the guys their drinks and got down to work. For starters, I took Mike while Katie settled down in front of Richie and Jenny entertained Kenny.

I have to say, Mike has a very nice (if that’s the right word) cock, a little over seven inches in length and quite thick. I wasted no time taking it in my mouth and giving it a bloody good suck. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Jenny and Katie were taking their duties just as seriously.

As I worked my lips up and down Mike’s shaft, he grabbed my head and began to pull it towards him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and occasionally making me cough and splutter. His balls were smooth and I stroked and caressed them as he fucked my mouth.

After a few minutes, we were instructed to change places and we dutifully obeyed. Having just sampled what Mike had to offer and having enjoyed the attentions of Richie’s cock on a number of previous occasions, I decided to sample Kenny’s. I must admit, I got a bit of a surprise when I discovered what I’d let myself in for. Kenny’s cock is probably of about average length but it is quite simply the thickest cock I have ever encountered (and I’ve encountered quite a few). I had to stretch my lips wide to take him into my mouth and, even though it isn’t particularly long, I could only take the head and about an inch of the shaft into my mouth. Sucking him quite literally made my eyes water.

As I sucked and slurped, Kenny delighted in telling me that I was every bit as good a cock-sucker as Jenny but that he couldn’t wait to fuck Katie’s mouth as he was sure she’d be the best of the lot of us. Now, I’m not jealous of Katie but Kenny’s remarks only served to spur me on, determined to make sure that if Katie was going to ‘beat’ me, she was going to have to be on top form.

As it tuned out, Kenny was going to have to wait before he sampled the delights of my best friend’s mouth because, after having already been attended to by Jenny, he needed no more than a couple of minutes of attention from me before he was pumping his load on to my tongue.

Instead of being allowed to swallow it straight down, I had to share a sloppy cum-kiss with şişli escort both Katie and Jenny. As we passed the ever diminishing load of cum between us, we fingered each others’ pussies, taking it in turns to clean each others’ juices off our fingers.

That set the pattern for both of the other guys, first when Katie blew off Richie and again, a few minutes later, when Mike erupted into Jenny’s mouth. The whole thing was highly erotic and I was very close to cumming as Jenny’s and Katie’s fingers and mouths explored my body.

Once we’d cleaned the guys up, Jenny and I turned our attention on Katie. As the guys watched on, recovering their strength, Jenny and I kissed and licked every inch of Katie’s skin.

With me on her left and Jenny on her right, Katie squirmed and moaned as we licked and kissed her large, soft breasts, taking it in turns to finger her pussy as we feasted on her tits

“I really want to taste her,” Jenny said to me, smiling.

“Be my guest,” I replied and gave her a quick kiss before she moved into position between Katie’s legs.

“Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmmm,” Katie moaned as Jenny began exploring her pussy with her tongue.

“Do you like it?” I asked Katie.

“Mmmmmmm, yes!” she replied before pulling me towards her and kissing me passionately.

Jenny and I took it in turns to eat Katie’s pussy, driving her wild. Katie had her eyes screwed tightly shut, never quite sure which one of us was doing what. As Jenny and I pleasured her, we’d occasionally dip our fingers into each others’ pussies, teasing each other as we drove Katie relentlessly towards her orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh yes! Oh fuck!” Katie swore softly as she came. Her long hair fanned out around her head as she tossed it from side to side.

Eventually, Katie could take no more and Jenny and I pulled away, letting her recover.

Almost at once, Jenny’s lips were on mine and before I knew it she was kissing her way down my body, working her way towards my pussy.

As Jenny began to eat me out, the guys decided it was time to join in again. Richie took up position behind his wife and began to fuck her as her tongue lapped between my moist folds. The force of her husband’s thrusts pushed Jenny’s mouth more firmly against my pussy.

As I writhed and moaned on the floor, I saw Katie was getting spit-roasted by the other two guys. Mike had his cock in her mouth and Kenny was fucking her roughly from behind. I felt a brief stab of envy as I watched him ramming his thick cock into my friend’s pussy, wishing that it was me that was being stretched and filled by it. At the same time, however, I didn’t want Jenny to stop eating my pussy and contented myself with the knowledge that my turn would come.

I later discovered that while Jenny is quite happy to suck other guys’ cocks and is happy to let her husband fuck the girls they play with, Richard is the only man that gets to fuck her.

When I came, Jenny and I swapped places and Richard fucked me as I feasted on her. The scent of her well fucked pussy was intoxicating as I greedily lapped up her juices. Richie’s cock filled my pussy as he drove into me from behind.

Shortly after Jenny came, Richie announced that he was ready to cum too. He pulled taksim escort out of me and, as he discarded the condom he’d been wearing while he fucked me, Jenny and I took up position, kneeling in front of him, our cheeks pressed together and our mouths open, expectantly.

“Fuck girls! Here it cums!” Richie roared. His cock erupted, spewing thick ropes of cum over Jenny’s and my faces.

Katie was on her back on the floor, a contented smile on her face as Kenny and Mike wanked off over her. “Cum on me guys,” I heard her say, “Cum all over my face and tits!” They proceeded to do just that; Mike unloading all over her cheeks, followed closely by Kenny, who shot his load all over her tits.

Jenny and I cleaned Richie up with our mouths then turned our attention on each other. Once our faces were clean I decided to ‘assist’ Mike while Jenny saw to Kenny before licking their cum from Katie’s body.

After that, they guys decided that we girls were allowed to have a drink; only a small one however and only after we’d refilled their glasses. Neither Richie or Katie smoke but both Mike and I do and, by now, I was dying for a cigarette so, rather than making us get dressed and go outside to indulge our addiction, they graciously let us use the spare room (so long as we kept the door shut and the window open). As it turned out, Mike gave my pussy a fantastic, if rather quick tongue lashing that had me quivering and out of breath before we returned to join the others.

“You took your time,” Katie said, giving me a knowing look when we returned to the main room. I said nothing but gave her a slow, lingering kiss that drew some appreciative comments from the male onlookers.

During the half-time interval, the three of us girls were required to provide the entertainment, eating each others’ pussies, kissing, fondling, using toys on each other that had us all cumming over and over again. It was a lot of fun but it left me in desperate need of some more cock.

The second half continued in much the same vein as the first. At some point I’d lost my hat but I still had my heels. At some point Richie came all over Katie’s tits and Jenny and I had to lick them clean. Mike then did the same to me and once I had been ‘tidied up’, Kenny unloaded all over Jenny.

The highlight of the whole evening for me, came shortly after that.

Kenny was lying on his back and I had that wonderfully thick cock of his rammed up inside my pussy. As I rode his cock, Katie and Jenny began playing with my tits, each taking one and sucking, licking and caressing it. My pussy felt deliciously full as I impaled myself on Kenny’s cock and the girls’ tongues on my tits kept me almost continually on the boil.

Suddenly, I felt a fingertip press against my arsehole. I squirmed, gripping Kenny’s cock with my cunt as Mike worked one well lubed finger and then another into my rear hole. I have been DP’ed before so I knew what to expect. I was hugely turned on and couldn’t wait for what was about to happen next.

“Fuck my arse, Mike!” I demanded. “Fuck my arse while Kenny fucks my pussy!”

I held myself still on Kenny’s cock and, slowly, Mike moved into position, pressing his knob against my tight rear hole and slowly working şirinevler escort his cock into my back passage.

I came, hard, barely able to contain myself as I savoured having both holes stuffed full of cock. I began to moan, loudly. Suddenly, Richie was in front of me, offering me his cock. This was something I’d never done before; taking three cocks at once. I was in heaven as I took Richie’s cock into my mouth, sucking it as Kenny and Mike fucked my pussy and arse while Katie and Jenny sucked and caressed my tits.

My body was on fire. I’ve never felt so full or as deliciously slutty and whoreish as I did at that moment. Never have I experienced such a sense of total body stimulation. It hurt, I’ll admit that, but the pain just added to my arousal.

In the end, it was all too much for me. I’d come so hard that I couldn’t take any more. Somehow the guys sensed this and slowly disengaged themselves from me. Suddenly I felt very stretched and empty but at the same time ecstatic and thoroughly well fucked.

The guys hadn’t come so, as I lay there, quivering and breathing hard, trying to regain control of my body, I watched on as Kenny, Mike and Richie convinced Katie to replace me (not that she needed much convincing) and took up their respective places at each of her openings.

The look on Katie’s face was something to behold as she took all three cocks at once. When I’d recovered enough strength to move, I took my place beside her, sucking one of her tits as Jenny sucked the other.

Katie’s climax left her every bit as drained as mine had me and, still, somehow the guys hadn’t yet unloaded.

Katie and I snuggled together , kissing and caressing as we watched Richie take his wife from behind. As her husband fucked her, she sucked Kenny until he came and then did the same to Mike. Finally, with a smile of contentment on her face and some cum on her chin, she rode Richie until he came, filling her pussy with his cum.

Katie was still too exhausted to move but I had recovered a little so, when Richie pulled out, I took it upon myself to clean both him and then Jenny with my mouth, giving Jenny another small but powerful climax in the process.

The game ended at some point during all this but the fun went on. Even after we’d got cleaned up and dressed to have the after-match barbeque we just kept on sucking and licking and fucking. Katie and I got fucked by each of the guys at least once (in one hole or another) and, while Jenny only fucked Richard, she did spend at least some of time sucking Mike’s and Kenny’s cocks.

On top of all that, Jenny, Katie and I had a lot of fun with each other, either 1-on-1 or all three of us together.

All in all, it was a pretty wild afternoon and evening. It’s fair to say that Katie and I were a bit tender as we walked slowly and decidedly gingerlyback to mine afterwards. We were both totally knackered when we got back to mine but that didn’t stop us from rounding the evening off with our own version of a ‘nightcap’.

I didn’t wake up until about 11am the next morning and I would probably have slept even longer if it hadn’t been for Katie’s tongue on my clit. That’s one absolutely amazing way to start your day and, after I’d had a couple of orgasms, I returned the compliment.

I’m still a bit tired and definitely a little tender in places but, all in all, I’d say it was worth it.

Funnily enough, it was only when I finally got around to reading the news on Saturday evening that I discovered that Scotland had ended up losing the match 3-1.

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