Sex Show Stories

I was a little tired from working around the yard all day. We just had an inground pool installed and I had some landscaping to do. It was late afternoon when I decided to call it quits. My back was aching and the sun had literally worn me down. I still had to install the sprinkler system and since I wasn’t much of a handyman I decided that I needed to do more research.

I came inside the house and headed for the laundry room, undressed to my boxers and went upstairs to the bedroom where we have our computer. My wife Sandra had left for the day with a friend shopping. The boys were at camp for the week, so I had the place to myself. While researching for my information I came across a link that contained erotic stories and found myself reading some. I liked one in particular titled “The BJ Woman”. The story wasn’t as original as some I read before but the idea of a woman hitting on me wanting to give me a blow job in a public place appealed to me. I managed to finish my research, made a ‘to purchase list’ and headed off for a nice long hot shower.

While I was in the shower I couldn’t help thinking about what I would do if I ever was so lucky to be offered a blow job by a complete stranger. Would I let her do it? Would I resist? Would I consider it cheating on my wife? I had so many thoughts racing in my mind it shivers through my body. As the hot water poured on me I applied body wash on my sponge cloth. I started lathering my neck, then slowly moving the sponge cloth in a circular motion on my chest. Thinking more about the story, I could feel my body tense up a little.

I hadn’t masturbated in a long while and my imagination was running wild. With my other hand I took the soap from my chest and began fondling my now semi-hard cock. I started to stroke my 7 inch cock in a slow motion followed by a squeeze till I slipped a finger deep into my anus. I then dropped my sponge cloth and took the showerhead aiming the jet stream upwards my balls while finger fucking my ass.

“Ooohhh, this feels so good,” I moaned.

I could feel my cock throbbing when suddenly I heard Sandra calling out for me.

“Damn,” I murmured to myself.

She must have heard the shower running as she was upstairs before I realized it.

Sandra is a beautiful Italian woman; she just turned 39 years old, dark complexion, with dark brown hair shoulder length, and hazel eyes. She takes great care of her body; she stands at 5′5″, and weighs 125lbs. Unfortunately, Sandra is very conservative when it comes to sex. For her once every other week is more than enough and we always have to make sure the boys are never home.

“Vince, I’m home,” she said in a puzzled voice looking at me through our glass shower door.

“Yes Sandra, how was your shopping spree?” I replied in a low voice, bent over looking for my sponge cloth and with one hand trying to cover my hard on.

Sandra never saw me masturbate; her idea of sex was for old school only. Sandra always thought sex was done the missionary way and the quicker the better. So for me it was like getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “Shopping was great as usual,” she replied in a composed manner. “By the way, Mary is downstairs. She’ll be staying for dinner.”

“That’s great,” I replied. “I’ll be down shortly,” now facing her through the glass door with my hard on thinking I dodged a bullet.

“By the way, I would stop whatever it is your doing,” she said as she was leaving. “We do not want to scare away our guest with your loud moans.”

Once again she found a way to change the mood. How hard would it have been for her to come to me, open the glass shower door get on her knees take my hard cock in her mouth covered with red lipstick and suck it slowly, with or without Mary downstairs? Here I was caught dreaming again. Sandra always made me feel like sex is a chore and not something a couple enjoys. Like Sandra, I’m 39 years old. I’m 5′11″, and 182 lbs. I go to the gym quite regularly and although I’m no Arnold I’m no slouch either. My greatest feature is my ass (so I’ve been told). Many of Sandra girlfriends commented on how firm it is. I have blue eyes with light brown hair, and I love wearing trendy clothes. With some frustration I finished my shower, without the pleasure of masturbating, dried off, got dressed and headed downstairs.

“Hi Mary, how was your shopping?” as I made my way downstairs.

“Hey Vince, shopping was fun. I got some nice outfits and a bunch of other stuff,” she replied.

“That’s great. Maybe you could model them for me?” I said in a nonchalant way.

“Sure, but only if Sandra is okay with it,” replied Mary.

I was shocked. I never expected her to agree. I was just making casual conversation.

Mary was very similar to Sandra. Always dressed appropriately, never wore anything revealing even though she had plenty to reveal.

“Not a problem Mary, you can use our bedroom upstairs,” Sandra replied.

Seeing Sandra approved Mary grabbed her bags and made her way to the bedroom upstairs.

Once Mary was upstairs Sandra approached me and whispered, “What the hell was that all about! You never ask me to model clothes for you.”

I had this most confused look on my face. Was this supposed to be a sign of jealously? Even though she was right I had to find a way to get myself out of this. The last thing I wanted was an argument. I was tired from working all day and frustrated that I wasn’t able to masturbate.

“Sandra, I really didn’t expect her to try anything on. I merely made a small talk comment,” continuing my plea and trying to avoid her second question. “You can go upstairs and tell her to forget about it.”

Sandra looking at me in dismay, “I cannot do that to her. What would she think?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Just tell her that my comment was inappropriate and that’s it.”

Sandra replied in an authoritative voice, “Listen Vince, you better tell her she looks great, like it or not and .,” looking straight into my eyes. “You better not undress her with your eyes. I saw what you were trying to do upstairs and know in what kind of mood you are in.”

“What are you talking about? This is Mary. She’s your best friend. I would never, ever .”

She then interrupts me, “You still didn’t answer me why you never asked me to model clothes for you before!”

I should have known better than to think that she would forget, “I would honey, but I never thought that it mattered to you. Besides, I knew the answer would be no.”

Sandra without missing a beat told me, “You would be surprised at the answer. I might actually think that you are interested in me and what I buy and maybe . just maybe I would model it for you.”

I really felt that I was getting myself in deeper and deeper. I wasn’t sure what to say to her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

Picking up the courage, I said, “You’re right Sandra. I should never assume anything,” and with a broken voice I continued. “Do you want to show me what you bought today?”

Sandra answered, “I guess, I can, but you must be honest with me and please do not compare me to Mary.”

“Thank you Sandra. You know that I consider you my bombshell. I would never compare you with anyone,” I replied.

While Sandra joined Mary upstairs I went to the kitchen to see if I can get something strong and cold to drink. I figured that a good cold beer would help. While drinking my beer and staring at nothing I was trying to imagine my wife and her friend coming down the stairs wearing something kinky. Could that actually happen? Sandra? No! I knew what I was dealing with here. While I was daydreaming both Sandra and Mary made their way to the kitchen.

“Well Vince, what do you think? Do you like my new outfit?” asked Mary.

I didn’t hear Mary at all but faintly heard Sandra saying, “You’ll have to wait till he comes back to reality, he’s daydreaming again.”

“I think he’s more like fantasizing,” interrupted Mary.

Mary is a petite divorced woman. You wouldn’t be able to tell she’s Italian with that light skin complexion. She’s 38 years old, celebrating her 39th next week, 5′3″ and 110 lbs. Since she always dresses conservatively I never imagined her as someone I would undress with a look. She was a friend and I was quite content to leave it at that.

When I finally came ‘to’ I mumbled something like, “Wow, you are so incredibly sexy and you look different.”

I went back into a stare thinking is that really Mary in front of me, with her blond long curly hair, wearing a tight fitting bow accent white low cut tank top with spaghetti straps revealing the roundness of her firm breasts! They must be a 30C size, and those perky nipples coming through the fabric. Her tight black skirt was just knees length and did it ever reveal the curvature of her hips.

“Oh my,” I kept telling myself.

I was afraid that my cock would erupt through my pants. “Different! Is that all you can say?” Mary said.

“Mary, you’ll have to wait for him to collect his thoughts first,” Sandra mentioned. “I think he is still in lala land,” as they both started to laugh.

I realized I wasn’t in a dream when I glanced over at Sandra. She was also dressed to impress. I always knew that she had a body to kill and this outfit proved it. Sandra was wearing a very tight pinkish lace-up corset top, trying to hold those 32B breasts inside and a box pleated black skirt a few inches above her knees revealing her long muscular legs.

I managed to blurb out, “Ladies, this is not what I expected to see. Seeing that you are both conservative I never thought you girls would wear something as sexy and revealing. So please forgive me if I seem a little distracted.”

To which Sandra replied, “Conservative, us! My dear Vince we always dress for the occasion.”

“What’s the occasion?” trying my best to carry a conversation.

“We bought these outfits for Laurie and Steve’s party next week. Do you think it’s too revealing?” Mary questioned.

“Not if you don’t mind people staring at you,” I said in a sarcastic manner.

Mary without skipping a beat said, “Like the way you are staring at us right now?”

I knew I couldn’t stop staring at both of them but at this point it didn’t matter, “I guess so, but you can’t blame a guy for looking at two gorgeous women.”

“You do have a point here Vince. Come in the living room with us, we need to talk,” Sandra said as she walked towards the living room.

I asked the girls if they wanted something to drink, “Red wine,” they replied.

I pour them both a glass of Chardonnay, head towards the living room, give them each a glass of wine and retreated to the lazy boy in front of them. Sipping on there Chardonnay Sandra and Mary winked at me and with their eyes directed me to look down. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was then I realized I things were going to change.

I might as well as taken out an ad in the Shoppers’ Guide.

Sue called me at home! She looked my name up in the phone directory and called one evening. She was pretty careful in what she said, acting like it was an advising appointment. It was a little unnerving to be honest.

Nevertheless, I was at the appointed place at the appointed hour, my dick ready for action.

A small motel on the edge of town. A clean place, not busy at that hour of the day. It was essentially check in time, and Sue had done that already. I never asked what name she used, but those people probably didn’t know either of us nor speak the same language we would be screwing in. Okay, screwing is an international language but you get my point.

She looked like a business woman in the way she was dressed. Nice blue dress, high neck, hem just above the knee, sleeveless. Her bracelets and watch fitting loosely around her wrists. The make-up done perfectly, not a brunette hair out of place.

We managed to act professional or whatever. Not arouse suspicion. That’s part of this game anyway, right? Secret trysts, meetings and lovemaking sessions. Afterwards we’d go about our business as if we had never met. Oh maybe those awkward times when we saw each other somewhere and had to pretend not to know each other. After all, it wouldn’t be polite to say
“I think it was best when I pile-drivered your ass into the carpet, don’t you?”

So we got to the room, at the end of the parking lot of course, and she opened the door.
We stepped in and she set her purse down.

“Heels on or heels off?” she asked, indicating her footwear. How women can walk in those I don’t understand completely.

“What is it that you want?” I countered.

The sound of the zipper descending on her dress answered my question, silly as it may have been.

“Heels on,” I said, admiring the black lace bra and matching panties revealed to me.
My cock strained against my own zipper, begging to be released.

“What about some conversation, some romance leading up to-” I started.

“I want your cock balls deep in my pussy as soon as possible,” she said. “In fact I need it,” she said, stepping to me and stroking my hair.

I ran my hand along the contours of her side, turned the corner and groped her tasty ass.

“This place is quiet,” she said. “This time of day in the middle of the week especially. This could be our place on those days,” she continued.

“Your husband?” I asked.

“Selfish asshole. He can’t make me cum like you did Larry,” she replied, her hand finding the large bulge in my pants-and cupping it gently like she was handling a small bird.
Ironically my cock was a large bulldog straining at the leash. For her sweet meat treat.
“You made me cum so hard that day. So hard. I love that huge cock inside of me.”

Having had my questions answered, I proceeded to run my hands over all her surfaces. My lips followed a path starting with her red lips. They then found the spots on her perfumed neck, my tongue took a detour into her mouth and I heard myself say “I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve-are you ready?”
Her hands responded my unzipping me and pulling my bulldog forcefully into the open.

When my lips had finished with her neck they headed slowly to the shoulders to gently lift the bra straps off her shoulders. Beneath the makeup were tan lines from her bikini. I couldn’t smell the tropical tanning lotion but I remembered it fondly from the day on my raft.
Her hands ran slowly up and down my throbbing bulldog, embracing and encircling it. Her red nails tickling my cock with pleasure.
I kissed her chest and dropped my face between her breasts.
My hand unsnapped her bra and it fell away, her tits jiggling as it did.

I caught a nipple with my teeth and sucked on it.

“Oooh,” she cried. “I just gushed.”

Her panties showed a small wet spot.

“I like that, don’t stop” she said.

I didn’t stop, no worries there.

As my lips were caressing her firm nipples, my hands were removing her panties gently.
Her hands were unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my pants and taking them down.

I grasped her firm ass and said “How do you want it, lady?”

She escaped my embrace and turned the bed down.

“Every way you can think of,” she smiled.

I smiled too because I had 2-3 ways in mind.

“First though, we need to get Mr. Cock just a little bit harder” she said, pushing me down onto the bed.

As she began to suck me off, I moved her into 69 position. Her pussy was soaked with juices and slightly perfumed. I didn’t care what it smelled like, it was sweet with flavor and I buried my face in it as she buried her face around my throbbing dick.
We continued for a few moments and then she was ready.

I threw her on her back and fucked her missionary style first. Her cunt closed around me softly. This pussy had been used, but until recently had been obviously neglected.

“Uh-huh, uh uh, u-huh” she groaned as I thrust into her moist pink zone again and again.

When I thought she had enough of that, I positioned her on top of me and slid her up and down on her private pleasure slide.

“Oh, that’s getting deeper, oh yes” she said.

Nice to know. I might want to use that information sometime.

When I felt her cunt start to tighten up, I stopped.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “I want that and I want that now!”

I bent her over on her hands and knees and went in the backdoor of that sweet little pussy. Her butt cheeks slammed against my stomach as my bulldog found the treats at the end of her fuckhole.

“Ooooh, yes!” she cried as her butt quivered and the orgasm shook the bed.

We rested a moment.

“What next?” she was panting.

“Clean me off, Sue,” I said quietly.

“I’m your private slut,” she said, gently stroking my cock.

She lay me on my back and proceeded to lick all the cum off of my cock.
Sue did that really well.
My cock was rising again, and after 10 minutes of premiere quality head, I fired a thin load into her lips.

She hit the shower then. I waited 10 minutes for my turn. She didn’t care to continue in the shower for some reason. When I had my own shower and emerged, she was gone.
Just a note remained: same time next week?

I returned from my “nooner” to the regularly-scheduled activities for the day.

That night I iced down my tired cock.

Nelson pushed his hard cock towards the juicy hole that was being held open for him. Kristy licked her dry lips as the bloated, extremely hot, purple head leaked a long silver string of pre-cum into her parted pussy lips. She was so wet that bubbles from her dripping cunt was forming and had raised enough for anyone to easily see. It had coated her inner lips and they were slippery and shiny. Yet she felt Nelson’s air cooled pre-cum, as it made contact in her hole and snaked it’s way slowly down to join with her juices.

It was a nasty sight, his erect cock barely 3 inches from Kristy’s gooey, spread hole. A strand of silver going from his piss hole into her pussy. The string wiggled around and stuck to the edges of the gaping cavern, only to pop loose and wiggle again as Nelson stroked downward on his shaft to get more pre-cum to come out of his prick. Her 180 lb figure was laid out underneath him patiently waiting to be penetrated. Her red, shoulder length hair spread out over the pillow her head rested on.

Who knows why he had any pre-cum left, because Kristy gave him the most thorough head he had experienced in years. He had to hold back from cumming several times, as she corkscrewed his dick while sucking on the head. She tongued his piss hole quickly the entire time. Derek was a fool.

Nelson pressed forward, sinking the tip of his cock into Kristy’s pussy. She exhaled a little and further spread her legs to accommodate him. Her wetness allowed him to slide into her to his balls in one stroke. She felt warm, wet, and snug. Kristy’s knees were on either side of her breasts now, her breathing quickened. Eventually settling to the rhythm of Nelson’s slow pressing hips. He was only three full strokes into now, yet he was coated with her cream.

He resisted the urge to pound into her. She felt airtight, unlike his wife’s pussy, which queffed while he screwed her. Kristy felt entirely different. Soon however, his pace increased until he was literally hammering her. Their cream already had begun to foam on his shaft as he pistoned in and out. Kristy’s pussy lips were stretched wet and tightly around him. Her mouth mimicked her stretched cunt as she accepted his barrage of thrusts.

She gasped in tune to his pounding. Her breasts were still damp from him sucking on them earlier. They were flat against her, and moved like gelatin on her chest as her body rocked. The air-conditioned room made certain the nipples were hard and pointing towards the ceiling.

Kristy was caught off guard when Nelson started jabbing forcefully in her pussy. Her gasping got louder as his pace slowed and the power of his thrusts increased. Slapping noises reverberated throughout the motel room. Kristy felt a warm rush inside of her and knew he was cumming. She gripped her pussy as tight as she could and tweaked Nelson’s nipples as he came inside of her.

She was rewarded with him moaning loudly as his load shot out of him. His cum shots hit her cervix in repeated high-pressure spurts. With her natural tightness topped with her pussy muscles clinching, she knew he was being drained fully. Nelson’s thrusts finally stopped as his orgasm faded. He lay pressed against her breathing heavily.

Kristy wasn’t done yet however. The feel of him shooting off into her had gotten her hornier. She was pressing up against Nelson as if her body was begging him to continue to stroke her. Tired but resilient, Nelson started moving his semi-hard cock again. She was so well lubricated with cum, some leaked out on Nelson’s backstrokes. A puddle had formed and Nelson increased his speed and depth. His pubic bone was angled to mash her clit while she was fucked and an orgasm approached.

Nelson felt her spasming around his dick as he fucked into her. If felt so good his erection returned by the time Kristy’s cum subsided. She looked into his face and rubbed on his nipples again. This time pinching them gently and then held them firmly. Nelson fucked as hard as he could, recognizing the signal for him to cum again.

Being Hispanic, this was the first time he had been in a Caucasian woman’s pussy. It was as good as his friend had said it was. Although she remained snug, their cum made for near frictionless fucking. He lit her up for another furious 7 minutes before he came again. This time holding his body pressed against hers, with her legs in the air on both sides of him. He ground the remnants of his now tender balls, into her pussy. He started kissing her as they both calmed down. At last, her rolled off of her, cum ran out of her soggy cunt like it spilled from a cup. His cock, coated in froth, slapped against his belly.

Sitting in a chair in a corner, was me, hold my softening black dick. My own nut juice covering my fingers, as I still couldn’t believe I had arranged this entire evening. I walked over to the bed they both still lay and offered my cock to Kristy. My slutty wife licked the cum off my dick and fingers, rolled over and did the same for Nelson as he winced. With her back turned, I lifted one of Kristy’s legs from behind while she was still licking cream off Nelson’s dick. My dick was half-hard, but she had two loads shot into her pussy, so I slid my cock into her pussy easily from behind. I dropped her leg back down and pumped slowly. Her third load for the day was well on it’s way.

It was one of those sweltering summer nights where a person just can’t sleep no matter how hard they try, or how little they wear. In Winta’s case she was wearing nothing at all. The bedroom window was open, her naked body hidden from the world outside by a thin curtain that flickered in the breeze of the nearby fan. Winta’s olive colored skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, which wasn’t unpleasant, it felt a little like she’d just experienced a vigorous session of sex. But tonight she was lacking, and aching for the want of it.

She rolled over, grabbing her husband’s pillow from the other side of the bed and burying her face in it, inhaling his deliciously familiar scent.

“Shaun.” She exhaled with a groan.

Squirming she squeezed her thighs together, groaning again but quietly at the feel of her swollen womanhood. Still on her side she slid her left hand down from the pillow, trailing over her breast then remaining there as she enjoyed its fullness.

Winta lifted her face from the pillow, gazing down at her breasts that were squashed together as she lay on her side. They were completely natural, and most of the time she didn’t even notice the faint squiggles of stretch marks that lead to their being the generous handful and more that they were. Who could complain anyway? Her body was her own and she had lived with it all her life, all her flaws were just a part of her that she loved and accepted, all the more readily so for their being accepted by her husband.

Winta blinked and giggled quietly as she refocused on her breasts again. Her brown nipples were now hardened and aching dully, just like her pussy. This was so unfair! She loved masturbating but lately the sex had been so incredible she hadn’t felt the need or desire for it, unless it was mutual masturbation.

“What the hell.” She muttered. Shaun loved it when he came home to her and found her smooth pussy and thighs already moistened by her own juices, and she loved getting him horny by describing what she’d fantasized about.

She rolled onto her back, propping her head with both pillows, and firmly took hold of her breasts. She began to tease her nipples with her thumbs, squeezing the full shapely breasts with her hands as she pondered what to fantasize about.

“Oh Shaun.” She moaned her husband’s name again, mentally picturing his naked form standing at the end of the bed. “I want you to fuck my mouth, give me your cock.” She began to plead in her fantasy.

Shaun lowered himself on to the bed, crawling up her form until he knelt on either side of her face. His hands lowered to his cock, one hand fondling his balls, the other slowly running up and down his shaft as he rubbed the head across her face, slowly teasing her mouth.

Winta’s hands moved down her body, gently rubbing and caressing over the curves and natural roundness of her stomach and hips, slowly teasing their way lower and lower. Her hips rose in the air slightly, squirming and beginning to hump against what wasn’t there.

His cock tasted delicious. He hadn’t showered yet but sometimes she didn’t mind that, the masculine scent so different to her own, and the taste. She strained against Shaun’s thighs which had her pinned to the bed, trying to take more of his cock in to her mouth, and he was hopeless to resist. Winta pulled her arms free and moved them around Shaun, grabbing on to his butt cheeks with her hands, she pulled his figure closer against her face, eagerly taking in inch after inch of his cock. She was beginning to choke a little but she didn’t care. She could hear Shaun’s muffled groans of pleasure as he moved with her hands, fucking her mouth just as she’d asked.

“It’s so good,” Winta groaned, and she could no longer stop her hands from touching her where she ached so. Her left hand slid down to her entrance, and she quickly worked her fingers in through the lips of her pussy, slipping two fingers in to her wetness and spreading it around to make it easier and more comfortable. As her right hand moved over her clit, her fingers moved around until they found just the right spot where she was the most sensitive, she quickly lifted her left hand back up to her mouth, slipping her fingers in to taste her juices. Groaning again she then laughed softly, god, it was good but still not quite the taste or thickness of Shaun’s cock.

Winta’s body arched upwards again at that thought and she quickly resumed the fantasy, beginning to pleasure herself the way she knew best.

He was getting close already, but that was ok. She’d make him pay for it later, get him to bury his face in her beautiful pussy, lick and suck on her clit and fuck her with his fingers until she came all over his face, oh it was delicious. His pubic hair, although kept short, was tickling her face as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth at increasing speed. She strained to work her tongue around it’s thick form, but it was hard with him moving so fast. Instead she focused on keeping his cock wet, and holding her lips tight around his shaft as he fucked her mouth. She knew it felt good, they’d practiced it enough.

Her pussy was so dripping wet. It been neglected and wanting for too long already and had plenty of time to work up a pussy sweat. Two fingers of her left hand comfortably worked in her entrance again, the noise of her wetness and their movement within it quickly becoming louder and louder. Her hips humped up in to the air again as the fingers of her right hand rubbed her clit, back and forth, up and down, round and round. Her habit of ‘humping’ during masturbation had been embarrassing to reveal to Shaun at first, but being so carried away with pleasure soon erased any inhibition. She could already feel the tightening of her pussy around her fingers, she wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” Shaun groaned, a hand moving to the back of Winta’s head, forcing her to take his cock into the back of her throat where it was the hardest for her to take and she didn’t usually voluntarily.

Winta worked her fingers even deeper into her pussy. She liked having something relatively solid to cum around when she reached that high. This fantasy was pretty good, but it wasn’t going to get her to that point. What would? She thought hurriedly.

Shaun stopped suddenly and pulled his cock out of Winta’s mouth. Winta’s eyes widened as she saw a glimpse of pre-cum on the head of his cock, and realized his intention. She had never ever let him do this before! Shaun gripped the base of his shaft and worked his hand up and down a mere three times before stream after stream of cum began gushing out onto Winta’s face and into her hair, only a little actually making it into her mouth as she’d barely managed to open it in time with her surprise. It was so humiliating.

Fuck, it was so fantastic! Thinking about something so unfamiliar and so far not experienced because of her own hesitance, was exactly what she’d needed. The thought of Shaun’s forcing her to experience something she was curious about but too inhibited to try, and his cum all over her face and hair. Winta’s pussy began to shudder, clenching and tightening, and she felt a sudden extra gush of wetness around her fingers as the orgasm began, giving her the lubrication needed to work them even deeper inside herself, the fingers of her other hand increasing the speed at which she rubbed her clit.

Wave after wave of pleasure racked through Winta’s body, and uninhibited in her own presence her body strained upwards as she cried out loud.

“Yes! Shaun, oh your cock, your cum, yes, fuck, yes!”

Her body writhed in the bed, the orgasm slowly fading away. Winta continued to slowly rub her fingers over her clit, shuddering occasionally as her pussy would suddenly clench. She withdrew the fingers of her left hand from her now very wet pussy, all the while blushing a little at the embarrassment of her neighbors perhaps having heard her midnight mischief, she slipped her fingers into her mouth, slowly working them in and out, licking up her cum and enjoying the taste and texture.

Oh, that had been good. Winta settled into a more comfortable position, rolling on to her side and beginning to ready herself for sleep now that her body was a little more relaxed. She could feel the wet slickness of her juices spilling out of her pussy and rubbing between her thighs, but she didn’t mind it. Plus it would be a fun surprise for Shaun to discover when he finally arrived home in the morning after working the night shift.

One minute passed, ten minutes, and an hour. She was still horny, but her relief would come before too long.

Jillian propped her head on her left arm and hand. She looked at Michael and Cindy with bright eyes and a wistful gaze. The room absolutely reeked of musky sex. Michael was sprawled on his back, arms and legs both on and near both women. Cindy lay on her belly looking at Jillian with a look on her face quite similar to that of her cousin.

Jillian spoke, “I gave it a lot of thought. I’m not taking the job. As much as I’d like to move back home here, that job’s really not right for me. Maybe it’ll work out for me later on down the road, but I’m not taking just any old job so I can move back here.”

“Wow, I’m really sorry that it’s not going to work out. I was really looking forward to having you back, but I understand. I mean, you’ve got to do what you think is best for you. It is your life and it’s got to be your decision. But do you think we could see a little more of you?”

There was pure mischief in her eyes as Jillian answered, “No, I really don’t think so. I’m naked. There’s nothing left to see.”

All three burst into gales of laughter. It took some time, but it finally died off to chuckling.

Jillian spoke again, “Anyway, I’m catching a flight out in the morning. The company expects me back at my old job whether I transfer or not. They’ll be happy. Nobody was too thrilled with having me leave. I don’t know if it’s because I’m really good at my job, or if it was just about having to find a replacement for me.”

“Oh, Jillian,” Cindy said, “Where would they find anybody to replace you? You’re smart, you’re hot and you taste delicious. How do you find anyone who’s all those things?”

“Flattery like that could land my head between your legs, little girl,” Jillian answered.

“Omigod, no,” Cindy said, without thinking, “I don’t think my little pussy can take anymore.

Cindy and Jillian were looking at each other and, as soon as those words left Cindy’s mouth, both girls’ eyes became wide. Jillian’s eyes were wide with quizzical surprise, while Cindy’s expression was one that wished to take back the words she’d just spoken.

Michael, who had been relaxing in the midst of the two, suddenly sat up and crossed his legs. He looked intently at his wife, but her back was to him. Jillian glanced from wife to husband, and back again. Nothing was said for several moments. Jillian, watching both Michael and Cindy, waited in the silence. Cindy’s face was pleading with her, and Jillian got the distinct impression that her cousin was saying, “Please don’t leave me alone in here right now.” Jillian watched the look on Michael’s face. He was obviously deep in thought, but Jillian could not figure what might be transpiring inside his head. The silence stretched on.

Suddenly, Michael swung his legs off the bed. “It is really late,” he said, “and I have a class tomorrow morning first thing. I’m going to let you ladies have full custody of the bed. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to head out to the living room and try to get some sorely needed sleep. I’ll see you in the morning before you leave won’t I, Jillian?”

“Of course you will. I never just fuck and run, Michael.”

He chortled in response and, much to Cindy’s great relief, bent down and kissed her good night. He did the same for Jillian, then left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Seconds later, her eyes still bright, Jillian looked Cindy right in the eyes and said one word, “Spill.” Cindy did just that, complete with all of the hot, wet, sweaty details. Jillian had insisted on those.

As Cindy described the development of her relationship with Curt, the heat that was glowing between Jillian’s legs became even more intense. Watching Michael and Cindy had excited her, but listening to Cindy’s sexual escapades with Curt accelerated her into a whole new level of lust.

In years past, Jillian and Cindy had enjoyed each other’s bodies. Thrust together in bed during family visits as girls, they had experimented with sex at first, then had gone on to become adept at pleasing each other. For her part, Jillian still fucked girls, although she generally preferred men. Cindy, however, had not been with another woman since her furtive, teenaged encounters with her cousin.

The two women sat naked and cross-legged on the tangled sheets and blankets, the room smelling richly of sex. Cindy described her middle-of-the-night encounter with Curt in the section of the hospital that was under construction. Jillian slid closer as she listened, and stretched out one leg. The blonde’s skin softly slid against Cindy’s naked thigh. There was a brightness in Jillian’s eyes as she listened, her focus intent. She looked deeply into Cindy’s eyes, and a smile, almost like that of the Mona Lisa, played on her lips. Jillian’s breathing was become more rapid. Now Cindy replayed the details of her wild, intense afternoon of sex with Curt, being tied up, being fucked up the ass. As the scenario was laid before her, Jillian inched ever closer to Cindy, who was lost in the telling of her story. Jillian’s left hand stroked Cindy’s leg. Jillian uncoiled her left leg and wrapped it around behind Cindy. Scooting just a little closer to Cindy, Jillian’s pussy was now touching Cindy’s left foot. Jillian’s hand slid right up Cindy’s side to her upper arm, her shoulder and entwined in her hair.

“What are you doing?” Cindy asked.

“I want us to do it, like we used to,” Jillian answered huskily.

“I can’t,” Cindy answered, “I have a really sore pussy and, besides, I’m worried about Michael.how he’s going to take this, how he’s going to feel in the morning when he thinks about how his wife came home with cum dripping all over the place.”

Jillian leaned back, her arms behind her now, “You don’t need to worry about that at all. In the first place, when you walked through the door Michael was in here fucking me, and he knows that. In the second place, I’m going to have a little talk with your husband before I leave in the morning, and we’re going to get everything straight in his head. I can guarantee that. Now, then, your pussy might be sore, but maybe you could give mine just a little attention. I’m not going to be able to sleep after you telling me all about your big, black lover.”

With that, Cindy smiled at her and the two slid sideways into an embrace. Easing down onto the bed, their mouths melted together as their bodies pressed and rubbed, skin on skin. Their hands roamed as they kissed each other. Jillian moaned and rolled onto her back. Cindy laid atop, pressing her cousin’s legs apart. She pressed her groin against Jillian’s sex and, using her pelvic bone, applied pressure to the blonde’s swollen clit. Jillian writhed and humped, kissing Cindy and whimpering into her mouth.

Cindy broke off the kiss. She raised herself up just a bit and, trailing light kisses down Jillian’s neck, she sucked each of her nipples in turn. She kissed and nibbled across Jillian’s abdomen until, lying on her belly between her cousin’s thighs, she breathed hotly onto the dripping pussy before her face. Cindy kneaded Jillian’s heavy breasts, then lightly kissed and licked her pussy. At this, Jillian grasped two handfuls of Cindy’s hair and began fucking her cousin’s face. Cindy expertly licked and fed on the fat, quivering clit, fingered the steaming pussy and ran the other hand all over Jillian’s squirming body until the pale, lush body exploded in a crescendo of orgasms. As she came, Jillian wrapped her legs tightly around Cindy’s head, making it very hard for her to breathe. Still, Cindy stayed with her, licking and sucking to intensify and increase the number of orgasms for Jillian. It worked. Jillian came and came and came, finally relaxing in tiny quivers of post-orgasmic spasms.

Cindy crawled up beside Jillian and the two kissed tenderly. Jillian tasted her own, wet pussy in Cindy’s mouth, smelled it on the wet, sticky face. Wrapped in each other’s arms, the two women slept.

Michael was certain that, once he left the bedroom for the couch, he would lay there with thoughts of Cindy’s obvious infidelity buzzing through his brain. It didn’t happen. Michael stretched out on the couch and immediately dropped into a dead, dreamless sleep. He awoke to the sound of Jillian in the shower, which was a genuine pain in the ass, because he really needed to pee. He watched some news on the television and clutched his morning wood to ease the discomfort emanating from his full bladder. Eventually, the shower stopped running. Michael jumped up and tapped on the door. Jillian opened it wrapped in a towel.

“Sorry,” Michael said, “I really gotta pee.”

“Okay, I’ll let you do that.”

He stepped in, shutting the door behind him and relieved himself. When he opened the door back up, Jillian was using the towel on her head. This meant that the rest of her very white, very nude body was exposed to Michael’s view, something that bothered him not a bit. He gazed openly at her heavy breasts with their large, stiff nipples, her soft, Rubenesque tummy, the downy thatch of blonde public hair at the cleft of her generous hips. Michael wanted to fuck her again, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not right now.

Jillian was pleased with Michael’s stare. She knew what he was thinking, wanted him to think that. Dismissing him to his carniverous thoughts, she pushed past him into the bathroom saying, “Hey, I’m a woman. I’ve got to have my bathroom time, especially since I have a plane to catch, Mr. Horny.” She shut the door in his face.

While Jillian hogged the bathroom, Michael made some coffee and found some clean clothes in a basket just outside the bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake his sleeping wife. They would have to have a conversation sometime soon, but now was not the time. Presently, Jillian came out fully dressed.

“There’s coffee in the kitchen,” Michael told her as he took her place in the bathroom. He washed up and finished dressing. When he’d finished, he found Jillian leaning against the kitchen counter sipping hot coffee. Her bags were stacked by the front door.

“Come here,” she said. “I have to go in a minute, but I want to tell you something.”

Michael walked over to the voluptuous blonde. She placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him against her. Her arms wrapped about him and she kissed him deeply. As he returned her kiss, she whimpered softly into his mouth. Michael’s cock became rigid almost instantly.

Jillian pulled back just a bit. Looking in his eyes, she said, “Whatever Cindy did, you don’t need to worry about it at all. That girl loves you more than life itself. The problem is, she’s just like me. She loves to fuck. I mean, my hot little pussy gets me into trouble sometimes, and Cindy’s the same. But the last thing she’d want to do is lose you. I mean, really, think about it. You really like fucking me, don’t you?”

Michael nodded dumbly.

“Hmmm, ” Jillian smiled, “I really like fucking you, too. But no way am I going to try to take you away from Cindy. In fact, be honest. I couldn’t do that even if I tried, am I right?”

Michael shook his head dumbly.

“Right, see? It’s just fucking! Fucking is just for fun unless you’re in love. Then it gets really messy. Kind of like eating your wife and finding a gob of cum you didn’t leave there.”

Michael burst out laughing. Jillian joined him.

“That’s what I want to hear,” said Jillian, “Now, kiss me. I have to go.”

They embraced and shared another deep kiss full of tongue and pressed-together bodies. Sexual excitement rose in both, but there was nothing to be done about it. Jillian gathered her luggage and opened the front door.

She looked back at him as she exited, “I’m going to be back here in the not-so-distant future and, when I do get back here, I’m going to fuck your brains out. So, be ready!”

The door closed.

When Cindy awoke, the apartment was empty. She looked at the clock. Jillian was probably already back home, and Michael was in the middle of his late class. Cindy, meanwhile, had about an hour and a half to get to work. She knew this was going to be a tough night. She was very, very horny. All that sex yesterday ending with that girly lovemaking session with Jillian, her coming all over Cindy’s face. It had all served to leave her frustrated, but there was nothing she could do about it. Cindy’s pussy was still sore. To make matters worse, she was going to be working with Curt. She thrilled at the very thought of Curt, his very assertive manner, his delicious lips, hands and big, black dick. A shudder passed through her, but there was nothing to be done. She was definitely out of commission.

Cindy showered, ate and headed off to work. Fortunately, it was a very busy night. The hospital floor was almost full of patients, and they all wanted attention right now. Cindy had no time to think, and that was a good thing. She also had no time to visit with Curt. He, too, was running his butt off. She had planned, when the time came, to eat lunch in the break room. That would have been wisdom but, when the time came, she inexplicably wandered back to the construction area, to the same room where she’d had her first sexual encounter with Curt. Why she did it., she could not have explained. Curt joined her five minutes later.

He walked through the door, tall and broad, his black skin contrasting sharply with the pale scrubs. He said nothing, but walked purposefully toward her, took her hands and raised her to her feet. He enveloped her in his long, muscled arms and kissed her passionately. Her whole body throbbing with lust, Cindy kissed him back.

She tilted her head away from him, “I can’t do anything. I’m really sore down there. It’s all your fault.”

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” he said, “I just want you to know how bad I want you.” With that, Curt gripped Cindy’s wrist with his large hand, loosened the drawstring on his scrub bottoms, and eased her small hand onto his thick, black tool.

Cindy squeezed the quickly hardening shaft. Her tiny fingers could not wrap fully around its thickness. She kissed Curt and jacked the giant cock at the same time. She whimpered into his mouth, then laid her cheek beside his and whispered, “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” Her sexual hunger was almost uncontrollable.

She slid down Curt’s body and knelt at his feet. She pulled the scrubs off his hard thighs and legs, carressing them. Her hands cupped the taut muscles of his ass as her soft, pouty lips sipped the deep purple head of his dick. She slurped half the meat into her mouth and sucked.

Curt placed his hands on her head and began to fuck. Her touch on his ass and thighs only served to add to his excitement. He hissed and sighed as Cindy worshipped his cock with her mouth. Glancing down, he reveled in the sight of her dark hair, her beautiful, half-closed eyes and, especially, her hungry, sexy mouth eating his pulsing cock. Her sucking and tonguing grew more and more insistent. She was drawing the cum up from his huge balls. As if to accentuate that fact, Cindy slid one carressing hand around Curt’s body and began to cup and tease his heavy, swollen testicles. In response, Curt began to fuck her mouth faster. He could feel the orgasm beginning deep in his groin. It swelled up and over him and, as he began to spurt hot gobs of cum, Cindy sucked harder. She gulped and swallowed jet after jet of thick, white sperm. It filled her mouth. Curt could sense the hea of his cock bathed in his own cum. Still she sucked and ate, willing every last drop into her mouth. The cum was still oozing from the tip as she gently bathed his slowly softening tool with her lips. She licked the small globules from his cockhead, giving his entire penis one, last tonguing.

Cindy was shivering with lust when she arrived home from work that morning. She entered the apartment quietly, not wanting to disturb Michael, who was still asleep. As she got undressed, all she could think of was sliding into bed next to her husband and seducing him but, as she undressed, she slid her finger down to her throbbing pussy and found it to still be a little touchy. It was much improved, but Cindy knew that the intense sort of sex she really wanted would make it just as sore as it had been before. With the plans she had concocted in her mind, this just wouldn’t do.

Michael’s alarm clock would be buzzing in a short time. With this in mind, Cindy slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix herself up just a bit. Then, silently, she moved into the bedroom to wake up her sleeping husband with something much more pleasant than the alarm.

Wearing just a T-shirt and boxers, Michael was sprawled on his back. He moved only slightly as his naked wife climbed onto the bedside. Stealthily, Cindy’s small hand extracted Michael’s flaccid penis, which was already poking through the fly of his baggy boxer shorts. Leaning down, she gently slipped her pouty lips over it, remembering having done this very same thing to Curt just hours before. This time, however, she anticipated a happier ending for herself. Michael’s cock hardened quickly, and he came right awake.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sleepily.

With a seductive lick of her tongue, Cindy replied, “What do you think I’m doing? I’m having breakfast.” She returned to slurping Michael’s now rigid dick. He just moaned in reply.

Suddenly, Cindy stopped, “Okay, that’s enough of that. Now, get up. Brush your teeth, and then you can help me take a bath.”

Michael, his cock aching for release, needed no further incentive. He jumped off the bed and darted into the bathroom. Cindy, meanwhile, luxuriated on the tangled bedclothes. She ran her hands across her curvy, naked body. She pinched the pink nipples on her round, full breasts. She stroked the inside of her soft, plump thighs. She was careful, however, not to touch her clit. Still, it was swollen, wet and pulsing with heat.

It took Michael several minutes in the bathroom. His bladder had been full, but the raging hard-on inspired by his wife’s hungry mouth kept him from emptying it for some time. Still, he hurried back into the bedroom as quickly as he could.

“So, what’s this about a bath?” he asked.

Cindy smiled and eased off the bed.

In the bathroom, Cindy started a tub of warm water. Michael stood behind her, a totally clueless look on his face. The only response his wife gave was a mischievous smile.

The water still running, Cindy climbed over the side of the tub and slid down into the warm water.

“Come sit here,” she said, patting the edge of the tub. Michael complied.

“No, no,” Cindy said, “Take off your clothes.” Michael dragged the T-shirt over his head and stepped out of his boxers.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, Michael watched as Cindy turned toward him in the water. She began to stroke his thighs. She ran her hands up his abdomen, just teasing him. Although his penis had softened in the interim, it began to swell once again.

“Hmmm,” Cindy purred, “He seems to be interested.” She lightly touched Michael’s dick. “Kiss me.”

Michael leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Their tongues entwined. Michael felt more than heard Cindy’s faint moan, but he definitely felt her hand grip his cock and begin to stroke it firmly.

“I want to ask you something,” she said.

“What’s that?,” Michael answered somewhat breathlessly. Her jacking on his cock had brought it back to rigidity.

“How do you feel now about that cum you found dripping out of me the other day?”

“Oh, God,” Michael moaned from deep in his throat. Her hand was vigorously pumping his cock. Michael tightened his stomach muscles. If he didn’t, he knew he might very well just erupt all over Cindy’s little fist.

He gasped just a bit, “At first, I was kind of mad, jealous. Then, ugh, oh, God, it made me horny. I mean, really horny. I guess I’m kind of a perv. Oh, shit! Oh, God, slow down! Don’t make me come yet.”

Cindy was looking straight into Michael’s face, smiling. His eyes were closed. He licked his lips. She stopped jacking him for a moment, but only long enough to fill her hand with soap lather. She returned to stroking him, but now her ministrations were slow and torturous. The sensation she produced was enough to make him mad with lust, but slow enough to prolong the agony.

A long, low moan escaped Michael’s lips as his wife masturbated him.

“You were saying?” asked Cindy.

Michael grunted, then cleared his throat, “Uh, well, uh, yesterday morning I was kind of confused. Didn’t know what to think about the whole thing. I mean, I, uh, you and me and Jillian and the cum and the whole thing, but, uh. Anyway, Jillian was telling me, you know, it’s just sex and everything and.oh, shit! Uh, it just made sense, you know and I started thinking about what you maybe looked like getting fucked and all and, shit! Oh, God, I must have jacked off twenty times the last two days just thinking about it, about everything, you know?”

Cindy’s soapy palm rolled over the swollen knob of Michael’s cock, eliciting a hiss from him.

“Hmmm,” Cindy said, “Sounds interesting. How would you like to hear what really happened?”

“Oh, shit! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

With that, Cindy released Michael’s dick and rolled to her back, sliding down into the water. She scooted all the way forward in the tub until the stream of warm water was pouring straight down onto her pussy. She groaned with pleasure.

“You’re going to have to move if you want me to play with your cock some more.”

Michael performed some maneuvers, and managed to place himself within reach of Cindy’s hand. Now, however, Cindy’s stroking was only half-hearted. She was dividing her attention between the faucet masturbation and the telling of her sexual escapades, which she began.

“I’ve been pretty bad,” she said.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, but it’s just been with one guy. It’s not like I’ve been out fucking everybody and his brother.”

“I didn’t think that anyway. It’s not like you have all that much time.”

“I’ve actually only fucked him once, but we’ve played around a little, too.”

“Yes?”

This was making Michael hornier. Cindy knew by the way his dick was pulsing in her hand.

“Do you remember Curt?”

“That big, black nurse you work with?”

“Yes. Him,” Cindy writhed a bit, repositioning her pussy beneath the pouring water, “I started thinking about him a while ago. I guess he was doing the same about me.”

Michael groaned as Cindy’s hand squeezed him and pulled on him a bit.

“Anyway, one night Curt and I were alone in one of the rooms in the construction wing. He just grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed him back. He was touching me all over. We couldn’t do a whole lot there at work, but I took off my bottoms and I got down on the floor in front of him. My God, Michael, his cock is so huge! All I could do was to suck on part of it. I mean, I couldn’t get much more than half of it in my mouth. It made me so hot that I knelt right there and fingered my pussy while I ate his cock, and just doing that made me come. I mean, I came right there on that floor and when I did that he shot so much cum in my mouth I almost choked on it! God, it was so hot!”

Michael grabbed Cindy’s hand and stopped her from stroking him any more. It was all he could do to keep from coming.

“I want to hear about how you wound up with cum dripping out of you the other day.”

She looked up at him and smiled. The lust-filled look on Michael’s face was so funny to see.

“Okay,” she said, then wriggled around just a bit to get a better angle on her clit from the faucet’s stream, “I was just doing some shopping at the store that day when, all of a sudden, there he was. I was so embarrassed! I mean, I acted like such a little whore that night getting down on my knees and blowing this big, black guy and, then, he’s right there in front of me in a grocery store! But it still made me horny all over again. Anyway, at first he was just going to give me a ride home with my groceries, but then we ended up going to his house, and he seduced me. He grabbed me again and kissed me, and he touched me, and I just turned right back into a little whore. I told him he could do anything he wanted to me, and he did.”

At this, Cindy groaned and wriggled her ass. Michael was trying hard not to touch his cock, because picturing all of this sex and seduction had him on the brink. His eyes were closed, so it was like a jolt of electricity when he suddenly felt Cindy’s hand clutch his swollen rod. He grabbed her hand once again, but simply held it, unmoving, on his pulsing dick. She was moaning and rocking her body back and forth under the bathtub faucet, the water and the reliving of her escapade bringing her closer to the edge, as well.

“Oh, God, Michael, he took off all my clothes, then he tied me up and spanked me. We sucked each other and then he fucked me. He asked me if I really meant that he could do anything to me, and I told him yes.” Cindy was literally whining, almost a wail. Her orgasms were beginning and the voice in which she spoke was raspy, gasping, “Omigod, omigod.I let him fuck me in the ass! Oh, God, I felt so full! I felt so fucked! I was on my belly and I felt that huge, black cock pushing into.”

That was it. Cindy couldn’t say anything else. All she could do was make noise as she thrashed in the tub under that stream of warm, gushing water. It splashed directly on her clit and, coupled with the memory of sex with Curt, drove her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

Michael, for his part, watched her. He still teetered on the very edge of his own climax, but only gripped his rigid dick without motion. He just watched her.

Finally, she lay still. Her eyes closed, she seemed a beautiful, flushed, naked corpse floating in the bathtub, which was nearly overflowing. Michael stretched forward and shut off the faucet. Cindy opened her eyes and smiled.

“I’ve been very bad,” she said in an almost little girl voice, “Do you want to spank me?”

“No,” said Michael, “I want to fuck you in the mouth.”

“Okay,” Cindy answered.

Michael maneuvered gymnastically, positioning himself astride the bathtub. Bracing against wall, floor and bathtub rim, he lowered his body above Cindy’s mouth. Performing a rather bizarre form of push-up, he fucked her soft, delicious mouth.

Grunting, Michael said, “You really were bad. Did you enjoy having a big, black dick fuck you in the ass?”

Her mouth wrapped around Michael’s cock, Cindy clearly noticed that it seemed much harder than it ever had before. She looked up at him with those huge, hazel eyes, opened her lips ever so slightly and rolled her tongue visibly over the head of Michael’s cock. Then she clasped her entire mouth on it, burying it deep within her mouth. Only after all this did she answer him with just a musical sort of sound, “Mmmm hmmmm.”

Every muscle in Michael’s body tensed as he came in his wife’s hungry mouth.

Cindy’s little pussy healed quite nicely and, for days on end, she and Michael fucked each other silly. Between Cindy’s days off and Curt’s days off, the vagaries of hospital scheduling kept the lovers from seeing each other for almost two weeks.

One thing was clear. Both Michael and Cindy wanted their next threesome to include Curt, if possible. That thought drove Cindy to distraction. Fucking Michael helped, but the memories of being dominated by Curt seared Cindy’s lust-filled mind. The mornings after she worked nights she would come home to her silent apartment, Michael having gone off to school, and she would masturbate. Taking off her scrubs as she walked through the apartment, Cindy would fall naked onto her bed and begin by running her hands all over herself. She would lick her fingers and stroke her clit with one hand, while finger-fucking herself with the other. She would fantasize about Curt. In her fantasy, he would completely dominate her. He would order her to suck his cock, to let him fuck her up the ass and all sorts of other things. He would tie her up, spank her, suck her. When Cindy had fantasized enough, however, she would imagine that Curt was right there at the foot of the bed watching her. She pictured him naked, stroking his huge, black dick and enjoying the view of Cindy fucking herself, her legs spread wide and her ass wiggling, and then she would cum. Invariably, she went right to sleep.

One night Curt was at the hospital, but he seemed distracted. Cindy asked him what was going on and he explained that his wife was back and, while the two of them fucking really didn’t bother her at all, he had decided to wait until his wife’s next trip for he and Cindy to be together again. Cindy asked how long that was going to be, and Curt told her that it would be a little less than two weeks.

The days crawled by, and Cindy became more feverish with each passing day. Work was especially hard on the nights Curt was there. There was no sneaking off at lunch these days, but one night Curt did just up and grab her in an empty patient room. It was extremely risky, as there were two other people working on the floor that night, and one never knew if one of them, or some other hospital personnel might just pop around a corner and see the two of them. It just added to their excitement.

Curt pushed Cindy roughly against the door. His body hard against hers, Curt dipped his head and kissed her feverishly, “I’ve been thinking about you, wanting you,” he rasped.

Cindy’s tongue thrust deeply into his mouth. She pulled back, panting, “I think about you all the time. I can’t stop. I want you to fuck me.”

Curt raised up and, looking down at her, smiled devilishly, “No, no, baby. You’re gonna have to wait for that.” He pressed against her once again, allowing her to feel his thick, hard prick against her. As he kissed her once gain, his hand reached up under her scrubs and stroked her skin, pinched her nipples through her bra. Wandering down within her bottoms, Curt’s fingers sought out the waistband of Cindy’s panties. He snaked his fingers inside, applying pressure to her mound. This elicited a moan into Curt’s mouth.

Cindy’s hand reached down and squeezed the fat shaft of Curt’s cock through his scrubs. Meanwhile, Curt slid one finger expertly into Cindy’s wet, steaming pussy. He kissed her deeply as he finger fucked her and, in just a matter of moments, Cindy came all over his hand.

The large, black body eased slowly away from her, but her legs were jelly and, without his help to hold her up against the door, she would have slid right down to the floor of the room.

Curt stayed there with her for a few moments as she gathered herself together. Then he smiled at her, saying, “Well, back to work!” And that was it.

The apartment was silent and empty once again that morning. Cindy stripped as she walked toward the bedroom. Digging in her drawers, she found the big, veiny dildo she rarely ever used. She grabbed a small bottle of baby oil off the dresser. She pulled a full length mirror from a corner of the room and propped it against a wall. She knelt before the mirror and looked at her naked body, the high, rounded breasts with their pink nipples, her creamy skin, the curve of her hips and belly, the trimmed, dark triangle of hair at the juncture of her plump, soft thighs.

Cindy watched herself in the mirror as she gently applied baby oil to her body. She teased her hardened nipples as she spread oil gently over her breasts. She rubbed it on the cheeks of her ass and around her front to the insides of her thighs. Using both hands, she applied a very small amount directly on her clit, which was fat, tender and swollen with lust. Cindy could not keep her finger from lingering, and she twirled and teased her clit. Her eyes were now closed and she gently thrust her hips back and forth in a slow, fucking motion. The hand not occupied with her pussy strayed up to her chest to stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples. Cindy’s breath became rapid and shallow, and the thrusting of her hips became more pronounced. She was remembering Curt’s mouth, body and the fingers that had brought her to such a quick, intense orgasm in the hours before.

But she had wanted his cock. These days Cindy always wanted Curt’s cock. With that thought, she reached out her hand and gripped the dildo. Using both hands, she oiled the head very, very lightly. Then, rising off her haunches just a bit, Cindy planted the dildo on the base of its shaft directly beneath her. Slowly and carefully, she eased herself onto it. She teased the opening of her vagina with the massive head. She allowed just part of the head to penetrate, but the sensation inflamed her and she swiftly buried it deep within.

Cindy’s eyes flashed open. She saw herself in the mirror, saw the base of the dildo planted against the floor and, as she rocked up, saw it slick with her juice, saw it fucking her. Cindy gripped her tits with both hands and began to rock up and down, back and forth, watching herself fuck, watching her hips, watching the big cock disappear repeatedly into her pussy, which was oozing musky fluid down the length of the dildo and even dampening the insides of her thighs. She moaned and writhed before the mirror, and seeing herself like that just made it better. But not as good as it would have been had she been sitting on Curt’s dick.

And so, Cindy closed her eyes and pretended it was Curt. She groaned and tweaked her nipples, which were like little pebbles between her fingers.

“Fuck me, Curt,” she whispered, “God, I love your cock! I love it! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!”

One finger crept to her clit and, as soon as she touched it, she came. She came again and again and again, rocking back and forth, up and down on the long, fat dildo between her legs.

She collapsed backward onto the floor. The dildo slid out of her pussy of its own accord and Cindy actually slept naked on the carpet of her bedroom for more than half and hour. Finally, though, she became chilled and crawled up into bed and covered herself. She slept soundly until Michael came home from school that afternoon.

The sound of the door closing woke her. She was still a little disoriented when, thirty seconds later, Michael peered into the room and saw she was awake.

“Hi, honey. You awake?”

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Okay, I’ll let you finish waking up. I’m gonna make some coffee.”

“Okay.”

Cindy slowly slid off the bed, the cobwebs beginning to clear from her head. As she grabbed her robe from its hook on the door, she spotted the baby oil and the big dildo laying on the floor. Chuckling, she picked them up and put them away. She spied herself in the mirror and decided that, right now, she was anything but sexy. Her shoulder length hair was sticking out and up all over her head and her eyes were puffy from sleep. Cindy went straight for the shower.

Cindy did not have to work that evening. She and Michael sat in the living room after dinner, watching television. There wasn’t really anything on TV, it was just something to pass the time until bed. The thing that was driving Cindy nuts was the endless commercials, the same ones over and over again. Michael sat, however, as if in a trance. Cindy decided they had watched enough television. She got up from the couch and left the room.

In the bedroom, Cindy looked through her lingerie and found a black, transluscent penoir. She took off all her clothes, sprayed just a hint of Michael’s favorite perfume between her breasts, and donned the penoir.

Michael didn’t see her come back to the living room. She walked around the couch and seated herself in the armchair opposite. Now he saw her, and his eyes widened. Cindy sprawled across the chair and, licking her fingers, began to play with her pussy. Her eyes were on Michael’s. He immediately switched off the TV and left the couch. Kneeling before the chair, he ran his hands from her ankles, up her legs and thighs, beneath the lingerie to her belly. Cindy continued to lightly rub her clit as Michael touched her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Michael raised himself up and, draped over her, kissed her passionately.

“Let’s go in the bedroom,” Cindy whispered. And so they did.

The penoir drifted to the floor. Michael and Cindy pressed their bodies together on the bed, kissing and touching each other. His hands gripped her ass roughly as she moaned into his mouth. Michael rolled her onto her back and laid himself atop her naked body, rubbing his stiff cock against her belly as he kissed her. After a time, Cindy pushed him off and straddled his head. She pushed her pussy to his face as she gripped the headboard of their bed. Grinding against his tongue and lips, she groaned. This wasn’t at all the way Cindy wanted to come, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep within her loins. Suddenly, she whipped her body off him and urged him to kneel beside her and to let her suck him. Michael gladly obliged.

He fed his cock to her plump, hungry mouth. As he did, he feasted on the sight of her curvy, creamy body. She lay on her back with her knees splayed out to the side. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously focused on eating his dick. She cupped her own breasts, one in each hand. Her hands began to drift down her belly, over her thighs to her knees. Then, fingertips only, they stroked lightly back up to the dark thatch of hair between her legs. Cindy began to finger fuck herself as she slurped and ate her husband’s dick.

Michael knew he would not be able to take much of that view, especially not with Cindy’s expert cock sucking. He eased it from her mouth. Her eyes opened.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Michael climbed between her legs and smoothly slipped his rigid dick into his wife’s hot, wet pussy. She writhed beneath him, her head tossing from side to side. She moaned and bucked and, what Michael did not know, fantasized about Curt.

“You’re delicious,” he said.

“I want to tell you something,” said Cindy, in a gutteral half-moan.

“What’s that?”

“I want us to have a threesome with Curt.”

“I know. So do I.”

“No, I want you to think about what it would be like if we were doing it right now.”

“Oh,” said Michael with a grin, “Thinking bad thoughts, are we?”

“Yesss.”

“And just what are you thinking right now?”

“I’m thinking about how I’d like you to be just coming thorugh the bedroom door right now and seeing Curt and I like this.”

The jolt of that nearly made Michael come right then and there. He had to pull out and grip his cock tightly to stave off the orgasm. In a moment the crisis began to subside. As he sat on his haunches with his dick held tightly in his hand, Cindy flipped her body over and around.

“Fuck me like this,” she said.

Back in control, Michael pressed in behind Cindy and began to fuck her doggy style. Her wiggling, squirming ass in his hands, Cindy was easing him back to the crisis point. Cautiously, Michael eased out of the steaming, hot pussy several times. His hands were slick with her juice and, as he slipped his throbbing dick back in, he planted one hand on her bottom in a position that allowed him to tease her anal opening with his thumb. It drove her almost insane.

“Omigod!” she wailed, “Omigod, yesss!”

Michael began to push his thumb past her sphincter.

“Oh, God, that’s so good! That’s delicious!”

He fucked her slowly, with long, deep, irregular strokes. He alternated them by fucking her ass with his thumb.

“No,” she said, “Put your cock in my ass.”

His dick was so hard that the head slid in with almost no effort. Cindy bucked back hard and buried Michael’s cock in her ass. Her bottom pressed hard against his public area, and she ground up and down, back and forth. Michael had to grip both cheeks hard to gain control. He slid his cock nearly out of her and just held her hips still.

“Fuck me. Fuck me up the ass, Michael. Fuck me hard!”

“I don’t want to come yet and, if I stick my cock back in too quickly I’m going to come. I want to make it last a little longer.”

“I’m close. I’m really close and if you stick it in me and fuck me hard I’ll come, too.”

But Michael just slid his cock in partially and held her cheeks tightly. Cindy wailed pitifully. Michael fed her shallow, irregular strokes and fought her efforts to writhe and buck.

Cindy’s face was buried in the bedcovers and she moaned into the sheets. Michael was torturing her, and she loved it. She decided to torture him in return.

“I want Curt to fuck me up the ass while you watch.”

Michael slammed his dick up her ass hard. He began to fuck with deep, hard thrusts and now set her hips free to hump and buck furiuously. Cindy ground back against Michael’s pelvis energetically.

“I want you to fuck me in the mouth while Curt fucks me just like you’re doing now.”

Michael grunted as the orgasm overtook him.

Cindy wailed into the sheets, “Oh, God! Fuck my ass, Curt! Fuck me with that big, black cock!”

Michael spurted deep in Cindy’s bowels, pounding against the cheeks of her ass. The juice from Cindy’s pussy drizzled down her legs and onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot almost a foot in diameter.

Almost ten days later there was a knock at their apartment door. Michael opened it to find Curt, as expected. He had a bottle of wine in each hand, Merlot and White Zinfandel.

“I didn’t know if you two liked red or white, so I got one of each.”

Michael took the wine and ushered in their guest, “It just so happens we like both of these very much. Please, have a seat.” He indicated the couch and Curt sat.

Cindy got glasses, while Michael uncorked the white wine.

They made idle chit chat, but Cindy was very, very nervous. She was quite careful in what she said, as she knew all too well that she tended to babble in stressful situations.

Michael sat in the armchair, leaving Cindy to sit beside Curt on the couch. He put his arm around her and drew her closer, but did nothing else. The three talked and sipped wine. Cindy began to gulp hers.

The talk continued. The drinking continued, although Cindy drank twice as much as the men. She was nervous. Nervous and horny. In fact, she had fought hard against the urge to masturbate earlier that day. Now, her pussy was wet and swollen, and she was definitely feeling the effects of drinking so much wine. She was tempted to rape Curt right now on this couch. Instead, her face flushed, she watched him and smiled, but she didn’t hear anything he was saying. She just smiled at him and wiggled a little on the couch as she sat beside him.

There was some sort of break in the conversation. Curt sat his glass on the coffee table before him, turned, looked at Cindy, and smiled. Cindy put her hand on his chest, leaned forward and kissed him. She slid her tongue right in his mouth. His hands were on her waist. She took one of his hands in hers and pulled it up to her breast.

Cindy was wearing a flimsy, little sundress. It looked great on her, accentuated her curves and the shape of her breasts. The bra she had on was just a little nothing, and she wore a thong. No stockings. No shoes. Cindy had no intention of remaining dressed any longer than necessary. Cindy’s thoughts were all about two cocks and, especially, the very large, black one.

Michael watched as Curt and his wife kissed and groped each other. He watched as long as he could stand it, then he placed his wine glass in the kitchen and joined Cindy and Curt on the couch.

Cindy’s hand had lowered Curt’s zipper and extricated his half-hard dick. She kissed him and jacked his cock, while he groped her through the thin material of her sun dress. Michael, meanwhile, was unzipping Cindy’s dress and unhooking her flimsy, little bra. His hands snaked inside her clothing. Cindy moaned.

Michael pushed the dress off the top half of Cindy’s body, which allowed Curt to suck one of her nipples while Michael nursed the other. Cindy moaned the louder as her head tilted back, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of four hands and two mouths worshipping her body.

Now Michael began to tug the dress off altogether. As it dropped to the floor, Cindy began to remove Curt’s pants. They ended half off, dangling from one leg. Curt leaned against one arm of the couch as Cindy pushed her mouth over the head of Curt’s stiffening dick. Michael was amazed at its size. It was very thick and very black, with a monstrous, purplish, mushroom-shaped head that Cindy could barely cover with her wide, generous mouth. Michael’s dick was rigid at the sight of his wife trying greedily to force the huge, black cock into her mouth.

Cindy ate Curt’s dick with loud, slurping noises. He stroked her hair as she did. Michael fondled and touched Cindy’s body, naked now except for the little, red thong. Finally, Michael eased his wife off the couch onto the floor. As he did, Curt shed his pants and the rest of his clothing and, kneeling by Cindy’s head, began to fuck her mouth. Michael, meanwhile, dragged the tiny thong down Cindy’s creamy legs and off her feet. He eased her thighs apart and lay between them. Michael sucked her pussy as she sucked Curt’s cock, and Curt fondled and squeezed Cindy’s breasts. Cindy writhed and, her mouth stuffed full of black dick, whimpered pitifully.

Suddenly, Cindy jumped up, “I am not having an orgasm out here on the living room floor without being fucked! In the bedroom,” she ordered, “Now!”

The men followed the naked Cindy into the bedroom, where she lay in the middle of the bed. She motioned with open arms for Curt to climb atop her. He did, and moments later, was fucking her enthusiastically.

Cindy smiled at Michael, and he climbed to kneel near her face. Her lips closed around his cock, and she began to writhe and moan again. Michael could feel the vibrations of her voice on his cock, which was very, very hard.

Cindy pulled her mouth off Michael and pushed Curt up from her body, as well. Without a word, she rearranged both of them, Michael on his back on the bed, while Curt stood at the bedside, his huge member sticking straight out from his body.

Cindy straddled Michael and lowered herself onto his dick. She looked back at Curt mischievously and said, “There’s some oil right behind you on the dresser. Rub some of it on your hand, some of it on your big, beautiful dick, and some of it on my ass. I want you to finger fuck my ass some before you put that big, beautiful dick in it all the way.”

Michael groaned beneath her. Hejust hoped he could last a little while. Cindy gripped the headboard and wiggled deliciously as she fucked her husband. Curt, meanwhile, knelt behind her and fucked her ass with a finger of one hand and caressed her thighs with the other hand.

Michael could feel Curt’s large finger through the thin membrane inside Cindy’s searing, hot pussy. She moaned and wriggled. Every time she moved she fucked herself with either Michael’s hard dick or Curt’s probing finger. And then the finger withdrew. Cindy felt the heat of Curt’s massive dick rubbing into the crack of her ass. She felt his large hands splay it wide with a firm grip. Then she felt the tip of Curt’s cock pressing insistently against her sphincter, pushing, pushing, until it began to penetrate.

“Ohhhhhh, Godddddd!” Cindy wailed pitiably.

Curt’s huge dick began to force its way up her ass. The sensation for Michael was unbelievable! The sensation for Cindy was driving her insane! Curt, for his part, tried not to come, because the tightness of Cindy’s ass was something he had not forgotten. It squeezed the meat of his dick even more, because of Michael’s cock deep within her pussy.

Curt could not push his cock all the way into Cindy’s ass, so Cindy just rocked gently back and forth, fucking both men with each motion. The wetness of her pussy, the oil all over Curt’s dick and the heat of both male bodies sandwiching her was all working together to keep Cindy on the edge of sexual frenzy. She used every bit of self control to hold back the flood of orgasms that hovered on the perimeter of her consciousness. Gently, back and forth. Gently swaying. Gently humping. Curt’s thick meat easing deeper into her ass with every movement toward him. Michael’s iron-hard dick rubbing within her. She could feel how the two cocks squeezed and moved against the membrane in her pelvic region. It was so much cock! It was the most thorough fucking she had ever had!

That incredible sensation prodded Cindy into a more radical movement. She tilted her head lower and her ass a little higher and further back. Curt’s big, black dick was pushed all the way up Cindy’s ass. Cindy lost control. She bucked and writhed. She humped and screamed. She threw herself flat onto Michael, whose cock nearly popped all the way out of Cindy’s pussy. Cindy humped down, then, and buried Michael deep within her. Curt nearly popped from her ass. More writhing. Curt’s dick slammed up Cindy’s ass to the hilt and exploded. Hot, thick jets of semen shot all the way into her bowel. The walls of Cindy’s ass spasmed in response and gripped Curt’s meat tightly. He had a second orgasm. Cindy’s fucking became completely frenzied as she lost count of her orgasms. They were just starting to subside when Michael began shooting his load into her soaking wet pussy. He thrust up and clutched her as he came, Curt’s dick still squirting its last into her ass. Cindy came yet again, her clenching draining the final drops of semen from Curt. With difficulty, Curt finally began to slide his dick from Cindy’s ass. Cindy, for her part dropped bodily onto her husband. Curt collapsed beside them.

They rested before they started to fuck again.

Lorna came into my office. She was picking up some new stationary I’d printed for her husband Steve,. I’d known Lorna longer than I’d known Steve, and she was good friends with my wife, Anita. She sat down and I offered her a cup of tea. It was a Friday evening and we’d arranged for her to collect this work on her way home from her office as it was close by. I looked at her as I made the drinks. She looked amazing. She was about 5′6″, short brown hair, brown eyes and fairly small breasts. She had a nice slim figure without being skinny and a very peachy backside. She wore a tight black knee length skirt, dark blue silk blouse and knee length boots

I made the tea and we sat chatting. Knowing Steve was always working late and going away on business I asked how she was doing - spending evening after evening on her own.She told me she’d got used to it now and she just did her own thing.

We carried on chatting about friends, wives, husbands etc until I asked her “Can I ask you a personal question? Do you think we would have made a good couple Lorna? We’ve known each other for years.”

” I think so” she replied ” but you always were seeing someone or I was”
“Can I be honest with you?” I asked.
“Of course” she replied
“One of my biggest regrets was never asking you out. I think we would have been great together” I said.
“Mmmm” she replied ” I think you’re right”
” Also” I said, getting a bit braver ” I wish I’d kissed you - just once”
“Oh?” she said looking a bit embaressed. “Really?”
“God yes” I replied. I stood up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”. I picked up my cup and walked past her. As I brushed past she grab my arm.
“We could have a little kiss now” she said. “I’d like to kiss you too”
I put down the cup and she stood up. I looked deep in her beautiful brown eyes and leaned forward. Christ! I was actually going to kiss her after all these years! We kissed softly on the mouth. She smelt amazing as our lips lingered together. Suddenly the kiss got a bit more passionate, as I pulled her into me. Our tongues explored each others mouths as my hands wondered all over her back. This felt amazing as we kissed and kissed.
Eventually we stopped as we backed away from each other.
“Shit Lorna!” I said. “That was amazing but I think we should stop”
” I think you are right ” she said ” We’re both married”
“But I don’t want to stop” I said quietly
She looked at me and sighed as she moved to me again. We took hold of each other and passionately kissed again. My cock was stirring to life as I rubbed her sexy ass feeling her panties throught her tight black skirt. I’d masturbated so many times over this scenario and now it was actually happening! We continued kissing, tongues clashing wildly as my cock became fully erect. Lorna obviously felt this on her belly as she lowered one hand and started to rub my cock through my trousers. She stopped kissing me and went to work on my neck and ears breathing heavily in my ear. I was so turned on. She panted in my ear “Fuck me Nick. Please”
Fuck! My dreams were coming true! I undid her blouse and took it off revealing a very sexy light blue satin bra. I kissed and licked all round her neck and chest whilst feeling the soft material which were covering her boobs. I reached round her back and undid her skirt. She pulled away from me and sexily wiggled out of it. Oh my god! She stood there in her bra, matching satin full backed panties and black hold up stockings. I thought I’d cum there and then!

“Fucking hell!” I exclaimed ” You look amazing Lorna!”
“Thanks” she said coyly.
I led her to the table where she climbed up onto. She lay back with my help. I walked round to her feet and parted her legs. Her gorgeous panties had a small damp patch on the gusset. I leaned forward and down and buried my face between her sexy legs. I inhaled deeply, taking in her private musky smell. Sensational! I rubbed my face all over her panties, loving the feeling of the material on my face mixed with her pussy scent. I kissed and licked all round her groin, belly and thighs, not quite beliving where I was or what I was doing!
Lorna was breathing heavily as I repeatedly kissed her damp gusset, rubbing my nose on her clit through her panties. My hands were doing overtime on her silk covered thighs, me feeling every inch of her gorgeous body. My cock was almost at bursting point already as I continued to kiss her now wet pussy through her panties. I eventually pulled the gusset aside, revealing a hairy but neatly trimmed pubic area. Her pussy lips were wet and red as my tongue licked them gently. Slowly I put my tongue into her pussy, amazed by the strong taste she had down there. I greedily went to work on her, feeling her respond to my tongue. Her hips started to move in time with me as her fingers reached down and ran through my hair. I eased a finger up inside her as I sucked on her erect clit. She winced as my finger entered her, but soon started pushing down on it as her breathing got heavier. She moaned loudly as I pushed a second finger into her, going in so easily now due to her soaking pussy.

I sucked and licked her gorgeous pussy , swallowing all her juices that excreted out. My fingers were soaking now as I probed her deeply. Her body started to move faster grinding her clit on my nose and pushing down hard on my fingers as she drew close to orgasm. My cock was seeping precum in my shorts now, myself desperate to cum.

Suddenly Lorna went rigid. She pulled my head tight into her pussy as I felt her contract on my fingers. She screamed out in pleasure as her body rocked and bucked through her orgasm, sweet tasting juice flowing from within her into my mouth and on my face. I couldn’t breathe as she held me so tight between her legs forcing me to continue eating her.

Finally it ended, her body relaxing and her grip on my head loosening. I gasped for air.

“Oh Nick” she moaned ” Shit that felt good”

I smiled at her from between her legs, my face glistening with her sexy juices. I stood up and removed my trousers and shorts. My cock was as hard as I’d ever felt it and the head was drenched in my precum. Lorna climbed down from the table and we kissed passionately, our hands exploring each others body. I kissed her neck and ears reaching behind her and removing her bra. I moved back to admire her beautiful small but pert breasts, hard dark nipples sticking out. I sucked on one instantly while squeezing the other with my fingers. Lorna inhaled deeply, seemingly enjoying me working her boobs. I just couldn’t get enough of her sexy body. The woman I’d first met over 15 years ago and had masturbated frequently over since was here with me now! Semi naked and aroused - wanting me to explore her body more.

She eventually pulled me back up so our faces met - and kissed me again. Then, she looked deep and so meaningfully into my eyes, She didn’t need to say a word. She moved slightly away from me, turned around and leant over the table.

Oh my God! Her amazing sexy, satin covered ass was sticking out in front of me. I rubbed my hands all over her asscheeks, feeling the perfect combination of tight rump flesh and soft satin panty. I rubbed my cock on her ass, wiping my precum over her underwear. I then knelt down, rubbing my face deep in her ass, feeling the panties, smelling her ass and pussy mix. The smell was so intoxicating as I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes.

I stood up again, and pulled her panties to one side. I took hold of my cock and guided it to her wet pussy lips. I rub my fat cockhead between her lips for a while, mixing our 2 juices together. Lorna reached under herself and hurriedly grabbed my cock. She quickly pushed herself back onto it while pulling me into her. In one, wet smooth motion I was inside her. Within 2 quick thrusts I was completely inside her, my balls touching her. We both moaned together, sharing the feeling. I took hold of her hips and slowly started to screw her. The feeling was intense as I thrust my cock into her. I felt her hold onto the table with one hand and reach down with the other to rub her clit. I held onto her sexy panties as I rode the sexy woman under me. I was screwing her hard, but it was also with so much passion - not just a hard fuck. I had wanted this for so long.

I felt the familiar feeling in my cock quite soon. I was so turned on there was no way I could hold out for any longer. I pounded a few more strokes until my cock exploded. My whole body went rigid, pushing hard up inside Lorna as wave after wave of thick sticky cum pumped from my cock. I was moaning in ecstasy as she pushed back hard onto me, almost making sure I didn’t pull out of her. My cock pumped for what seemed like an eternity, emptying my balls fully. As I filled her gorgeous pussy I felt her rub herself faster until she too came. Her body writhed about, pushing down on her fingers and back on my cock. She cried out as her orgasm totally took over her body.

When the final waves had passed I relaxed and my body went limp. I kissed the back of Lornas neck and slowly withdrew from her, with a loud wet slurping noise. I looked down to see my cock covered in her juice and my cum. Thick gloopy jizz slowly trickled from her pussy and down her thigh, resting on the top of her hold up stockings. Lorna was face down on the table, breathing deeply. She still looked amazing, despite her panties halfway up her backside and jizz running down her thighs. She slowly got up and turned to face me. We kissed again, my semi limp cock rubbing against her belly.

“I’ve wanted that for so long Lorna” I whispered to her. “You are amazing”
“I’ve always wanted you too Nick” she replied “But we’ve always been with other people”
“I know” I said.

We kissed again my hands all over her sexy asscheeks. We just kissed and kissed, unable to part. Eventually we stopped and I said ” What happens now Lorna?”
“I don’t know” she replied. ” But I know I want you more than ever.”

My wife was chatting on the internet as she does from time to time. Her name is Debbie and I think she is a very beautiful woman, both inside and out. Well.every now and then, someone will send her their picture and if she is interested in him or her, she will return one of her.

On this particular Thursday, the man who sent his picture seemed rather nice looking and was pleasant to chat with. As it turned out, he was from out of town but here close to our community on business. Debbie enjoyed the chit chat and so she sent him a picture of her. To say he was overwhelmed would be an understatement!

It was agreed that the three of us would try and meet the following Friday evening before he headed back to his home town. On Friday, he had to attend a business meeting from 8am until 3pm, take a 2hr break and be back to the meeting by 5pm. The meeting was to adjourn at 10pm and we had agreed to meet up with him after his meeting was over. On Friday the kids would be leaving to spend the weekend with their dad so we had a free weekend to ourselves.

Friday morning I left for work as usual. At some point during the morning, after I left for work, Deb got on line and her mystery man was on line. It was early in the morning before he had to go to his meeting. He apparently convinced her to meet him at the motel during his 2hr break. I was not aware of this. I really knew nothing about it until I arrived back home from work about 5:30 pm.

When I arrived back home, I was surprised to find the house empty. I immediately called her on the cell phone to see if she was shopping with her mother. Something she frequently does. She answered the phone with a cheerful hello. I said hi honey, what ya doin? Her exact reply was, “I am fucking Tom in his motel room”. “Does that make you horny?” My cock sprang to attention immediately.

I said, really?, I thought we were going to meet him later tonight. She said he begged her to just meet him while he was on his break. She had to drop the boys off at their Dad’s house at 3:30, come back home and change, then run off to meet this guy. She felt nothing would happen since he had to return to his meeting at 5pm and she couldn’t get their till a bit after 4.

I was very turned on because I could hear the excitement in her voice. I asked her what she wore, and she told me I would have to wait until she got home to find out. I then asked her when she was coming home and she said she was just getting ready to leave for the house when I called. She would share with me all of the intimate details when she got home.

I said ok, but I was going to jump in the shower and be waiting naked in the bed when she got home. It seemed like an eternity. As she entered the house, she called out, honey I’m home, and came into the bedroom where I anxiously awaited her return. She looked stunning. She had on a nice clingy halter top and she was braless. I could see her already hard nipples poking at the clingy material. She also had on a rather long skirt that buttons down the front, and only the top 2 buttons were fastened. This of course made the skirt gape open as she moved to reveal the most gorgeous red panties and her black stockings.

I told her WOW.you look fantastic in that outfit. Now tell me all about it. She said she found him on line earlier and he pleaded with her to meet him just to get a chance to see her and give him something to look forward to later that evening. Knowing that he had to return to his meeting, she agreed but wanted to tease him a bit.

Upon her arrival at the motel, he was waiting outside for her. As she was pulling up to park, she parted her skirt a bit so as to show off her beautiful legs. He got in the car to chat. Try to remeber.she has 38d breasts that simply cannot be ignored, especially when she is braless. When he got in, he told how incredible she looked. She couldn’t help but notice he now had a very prominent buldge in his slacks.

As they made small talk, she gradually spread her legs to reveal her red panties, but letting him think this was purly accidental. Upon seeing her red panties, he bent over to give her a kiss and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Since she did not attempt to move his hand he continued to knead her nipple through her top.

He then asked her to come to his room. He would be late for the meeting, but he just wanted to have her now. He had her so worked up feeling her sensitive nipple, she readily agreed. Off to the room they went.

Upon entering the room, she sat on the bed showing as much leg and panty as she could. He immediately kissed her pussy. She was so wet at this point, her panties were already moist. He then stood her up and dropped the skirt and removed her top. She then reached down and unzipped his pants. She could not wait to see the treasure hidden behind the zipper. Out sprang his beautiful hard cock. She knelt down and started sucking on it immediately. After about 2 minutes of this, he stopped her, he said he was ready to cum and did not want to cum just yet. He then stripped himself of his clothes and and layed her on the bed on her stomach.

He started eating her from behind. Whe she started squirming, he dicided to spank her beautiful bottom a bit. The got her really excited and when she couldn’t stand it anymore, she turned over and told him to fuck her. She had to have him in her! He promptly did so. After a few minutes of thrusting his hard cock into my beautiful wife’s pussy, he pulled out and shot his load all over her big tits.

The next thing that happened was her cell phone ringing and it was me saying honey, what ya doing? I then proceeded to remove her clothes. Her panties were still moist and as I started sucking her tits, I could taste the tell tale signs of his cum dried that dried on her.

We made mad passionate love while she talked to me telling me all of the details that I have just shared with you. We hope you enjoyed this intimate part of our lives and hope it turns you on as much as it does us. If you liked this story, be sure to read the next one which I will be starting on in a few minutes. It is probably the most exciting thing that has ever happened to us.

It was good to be back home. I hated the overseas business trips, the long international flights and boring hotel rooms no longer held any appeal. It was the only thing I didn’t like about my job with a recording company, the industry and the people I work with get me out of bed each morning with energy to burn and without a single regret. But there is nothing better than home cooked meals, sleeping in your own bed and cuddling up to a woman that you truly love. I was supposed to have been away ten days on this trip, but I managed to sneak away a day early, my last meeting being cancelled at short notice. My favourite airline did good and got me on an earlier flight home, plus the assigned row of empty seats all to myself assured me of a few hours solid sleep.

It was just getting dark when the taxi dropped me off at my front door on that Friday night. As soon as I opened the door, I knew Sian wasn’t home. When home, she always had the stereo on loud enough that she could hear it throughout the house, sometimes much to our neighbour’s discontent. I dropped my bags in the bedroom and wandered out to the kitchen looking for the diary. Because we both lead busy lives, the diary is the only way to keep tabs on our social calendar; the weekends usually booked up weeks in advance. I opened it at today’s date and immediately saw Sian’s neat handwriting, ‘7 pm, drinks at Billy’s.’ Billy’s was a downtown bar situated in on the edge of Lake Garland. In summer, the well kept gardens and outdoor seating at the rear of Billy’s made it a popular place, and was a place where Sian would often catch up with friends and work mates. After many long days away, I missed my lady and the pull to be by her side was too strong to resist. I showered and changed my clothes, then headed for Billy’s.

There are two ways to get into Billy’s, the first through the front door where one has to battle the noisy crowd; the other is via the car park and into the garden area from the rear. I could hear loud music and laughter as soon as I exited the car, and I wandered across the car park and through the well manicured trees and shrubs. And what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

In the muted darkness in a ring of trees, I recognised Sian’s multicoloured top, her current favourite from an extensive wardrobe. She was leaning against a large tree talking to a tall dark haired guy I didn’t know. Their closeness seemed intimate and their remoteness from the crowd questionable. With a fast beating heart, I stepped back from the path and watched what happened. I watched as they talked and laughed as they sipped their drinks, the guy hovering intimately close. I knew he was about to kiss her, his face moving closer and closer to her. Sian stood still as their lips met and my heart fluttered in pain, her hand rose tentatively towards his shoulder, not pulling or pushing him away. His hand slipped over her right breast, and only then did my lovely Sian react by pushing him firmly away. His hand dropped immediately between her thighs, and Sian being pinned between him and the tree struggled sideways to avoid his wandering hand. Her swinging hand lashed out catching him squarely on his face, the second slap was more calculating and savagely effective. I saw his head rock back under the impact as he reeled backwards a few steps. Sian muttered something obscene, then turned and walked away towards the bar. Her assailant stayed where he was for a minute or two; then gingerly followed the same path as Sian.

As long as I live, I will question my reasoning that night. Why did I not rush out and punch over her assailant, and why did I not rush to Sian’s side at the bar and take her in my arms? I guess I’ll never know for sure, but the whole thing was over in a few quick seconds. Instead I walked back to my car, drove home and climbed into our comfortable bed. I lay back and considered what had happened not thirty minutes previous. I lay in quiet contemplation and thought about my wife, for it was the first time in all the years I’d known her, that she’d ever resorted to violence. While it may have been in self defence, it still seemed completely out of character of the woman I had come to know and love so well.

It was fifteen years ago that I met Sian. She was part of a group who volunteered to paint a mural on a public city wall that was continually plagued with offensive graffiti. It would be fair to say that most people hated graffiti, and the fact that a group of young budding artists were prepared to give up their spare time was a pleasant surprise. A local business donated paint, and I was tasked to ensure that a steady flow of music CD’s was available to them as they carried out their good work.

The first time I ever laid eyes upon Sian, she was outlining a large bird on a high block wall. Her tight dark jeans and green top were splattered with paint of differing colours. She was tall and lean with jet black hair, her skin a dark olive from the hot sun and the Portuguese blood that had run through her family for two generations. She turned and looked at me with large inquisitive eyes, and I took in her fine features, her teeth perfect and a few dark freckles near her nose. She wasn’t beautiful, but there was something that made my heart flutter as she looked back at me. I smiled, but she didn’t acknowledge it me and simply turned back to her wall.

Over the following few days, I was drawn back to that wall. I wanted gaze upon Sian, to be in her presence and to talk to her. Being from a recording company, I was well received by others of the group who would readily talk to me about music. But Sian would continue her work and ignore me as if I wasn’t there. I eventually got up enough courage to speak to her on the pretext of finding out what music she liked. She shrugged her shoulders and suggested Bon Jovi, or maybe Bryan Adams. The next day I arrived with both, she briefly smiled in thanks and then promptly returned to her work. It was on a Saturday afternoon that I arrived to find her sitting on concrete steps under an umbrella taking a break. I spoke to a few other people before slowly drifting over in her direction, and then courageously sat down beside her. Our first conversation was strained, me nervous and her seemingly casual and uninterested. I steered the conversation towards music, something that I knew a lot about and most people liked. Then out of the blue she turned to me.

“Do you want something from me?” she asked.

Her question stunned me into silence.

“It just seems that you’re here a lot, and when you are, you’re looking in my direction.” she added.

I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.” I replied.

“Doesn’t explain why you’re hanging around me all the time.”

“Maybe I was hoping for a date.” I mumbled.

Her eyes bored into me, “Dunno why, I’m not gonna sleep with you.”

It was at this stage I guess I got a little angry; I stood up and glared angrily down at her. I was being no more than friendly, and her comments were unwarranted.

“Did you ever consider that someone might want to talk, or date you without wanting to sleep with you?”

She looked up at me with emotionless eyes, “No.”

We locked eyes for a few seconds, and then I walked away. I stayed and chatted with more social people for a few minutes before taking my leave, for my heart wasn’t in it anymore.

Each day, I visited the site exchanging CD’s for their portable players. I purposely avoided Sian, for I had no desire to feel the bite of her tongue again. She also seemed quite content to ignore me too. But it was late in the following week that Sian approached my car as I was about to leave. I stopped and wound down the window as she approached.

“Hey.” she said

I conjured up a smile, Hi.”

“I’m sorry about the other day. The others here reckon you’re not a bad guy, and you probably didn’t deserve me being rude to you. So I hope you accept my apology.”

“Sure, maybe I shouldn’t have bit back at you either. But you kinda caught me by surprise.”

She smiled while rubbing her paint stained hands on her jeans, “All square then?”

“So, a date’s still out of the question?” I asked bravely.

Her smile disappeared as she glared back at me.

“Just warning you that I won’t sleep with you, no matter what.” I added.

Her frown waned as she struggled to stop a grin, “Jesus, after all this and you still wanna take me out. God, you must be a trier.”

“Not usually. But then again, I’ve not met anyone quite like you before.”

Sian turned her head and looked back towards the throng of artists at the wall; I waited patiently for her answer. This was my last try I had decided; now it was up to her.

She eventually turned back to me, “Okay, I’m free on Saturday. Nowhere flash either, there’s no need to try and impress me. Got a pen and I’ll give you my number.”

Our first date went surprisingly well. Sian looked quite stunning in tight jeans and a crimson top, and we chatted amicably as I steered my car to a nice little caf that I’d frequented before. We got to know each other a little better as we ate and drank; she told me that she worked as a clerk in a small legal office. Little by little, Sian came out of herself, and I was stunned at by the harshness of her upbringing. She spent her early childhood in an orphanage, and then farmed out to foster homes when in her teens. It was unlike anything I’d heard before, and startlingly different to my own upbringing. I had loving parents and two older sisters who doted on their young brother. I was surrounded by love and attention, and wanted for nothing. It didn’t take long for me to realise that Sian’s off hand nature was due to her independence, and that she trusted no one more than she had to. Looking back, I think it made me like her even more, but I was careful not to appear sympathetic.

I was pleased when I drove away after dropping Sian off that first night. She smiled and told me that she had good time, and agreed to come out with me again. We got together a few times after that; and I was careful not put any pressure on her to discuss or do anything she might not want to. I enjoyed her company, for she was intelligent and strong minded, but in a polite way once I got to know her a little better. On our fourth date, we decided to walk the north end of the lake which offered the best views. We hiked up onto a ridge and sat for sometime taking in the spectacular view below.

Sian turned towards me and leaned close, “Why do you want to take me out, I’m not the easiest person to get on with. Why do you bother with me?”

“Because you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met. You’re different from any girl I’ve ever dated.” I replied. “And you’re very pretty too.”

She smiled and leaned close enough to kiss me on the cheek, “I quite like you too.”

Up until this time, there had been no physical contact between us. Before I could respond, Sian slipped her hand inside mine, and we sat in silence at the progress we had just made.

Over the following weeks, Sian slowly let me seduce her, just a little bit further each time. Our kisses were passionate and strong, our hands gentle as we explored and caressed. The biggest hurdle was the removal of her panties, for she was reluctant to part with them. It was almost if she would become too vulnerable once they were gone. At this stage, she was content to be topless and my hands were free to roam anywhere, including inside her panties. She became more and more trusting, and would lie happily on her back with her legs spread wide as I ran my fingers through a thick nest of curls to the slippery wetness below. I then introduced something a little different. Immediately she liked how I ran my tongue up and down her smooth brown thighs, and how I delicately kissed that special place th