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I was paying way more attention to the ladies at the next table than to my hunting partners, who were rehashing the same old shit. It was a perfect night in the Hill Country of central Texas; 72 degrees with a full moon shining down, and not a cloud in the sky. The forecast said around 40 at sunrise, with a high near 70, so hunting would be good early on, and we would have good weather to replenish the feeders later.

We were up from Houston; all of us were in upper-management for a major oil company and made plenty of money, a very small portion of which we allocated for our hunting lease. We got up here three or four times a year, and, when we all had wives, they traditionally accompanied us at least once so they could ‘visit all the cute little shops around the square’ and buy more shit we didn’t need. Two had fallen by the wayside: John caught his wife fucking their pool boy, and Tom’s wife left him for another man, which suited him just fine. He was enjoying his late bachelorhood to the max.

My wife and Mike’s weren’t along this trip, preferring to go to a ‘swap meet’ somewhere so they could buy more useless shit we didn’t need. Maybe that would sate Susan’s need for useless shit, and she would forego coming up here this year. That would be a huge relief, as she was as high maintenance on a hunting trip as she was at our home in River Oaks. Mike’s good-looking wife, Sara, wasn’t as bad, but she was flirty and far too tempting to be around.

The giggling of the women broke into my reverie. The other three guys at my table kept yammering, but I surreptitiously turned my full attention to the ladies.

Usually, I can tell a woman’s age, but these three were ageless. There were a few clues that the slender shorthaired blonde was older than my age of forty-nine, but the other two could have been slightly younger or older. The one with platinum hair had a very young face and a tall slender body with long legs, but the longhaired brunette with blonde highlights was the one who fascinated me.

She was wearing a short body-hugging dress that proved beyond a doubt that she had gorgeous legs, a curvy body with a round ass and perky tits, the swell of which peeped out of the low cut dress. From her wiggling around while they laughed and talked, I already knew she was wearing thigh high stockings with lacy tops, and her thighs invited me to crawl between them and feast. My fascination grew when I heard her throaty voice describing a sculpture of a well-endowed naked man she had seen.

The lovely ladies were sitting at their table on the front porch when we arrived, and they were drinking the homemade Sangria that was the specialty of the wine bar, as were we. Their glasses were nearly empty, and there were signs they would leave soon, so I went to the bar and ordered a round for both tables. The bartender came around and started filling two pitchers; she grinned at me, nodded to the front porch, and asked “See something you like over there?”

I looked confused, so she explained, “They come in every Thursday; one is a widow, one is divorced, and one is happily married. Men frequently buy them drinks, but it never goes anywhere. Plus, they are a bit older than you and your buddies; are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait for me and my two friends, who are sitting on the couch in the other room?” I looked, and they were really cute young thirty-somethings who looked like they were here to party.

“I’m not trying to hustle them, sweetheart, I just appreciate their happy conversation and good looks. You should pay them to sit on the front porch: I was headed to the bar down the street, but turned in here because I saw them.”

“Okay, since your intentions are honorable — the blonde, Gale, is widowed; her husband was a cop killed in the line of duty. The tall one, Jan, is divorced; she’s an artist whose husband liked to play in San Antonio when she was away at art shows. The little curvy one, Katy, is married with grown kids. She’s sexy as hell and loves to flirt, but don’t get your hopes up. Her husband is a rich dude; I don’t know his real name, but everyone calls him Blue.

She leaned over, giving me a better look at here formidable titties; she spoke quietly, in a conspiratorial manner: “Can you guess why they call him Blue?” I shrugged. “Because the Blue Whale has the biggest penis of all mammals; see why she’s hard to pick up? Her hubby is rich, personable, and hung like a Blue Whale!”

I rolled my eyes, and repeated, “I’m not trying to pick them up; just talk a bit.”

She laughed: “Well, we have a big table out back that will accommodate all seven of you, and a concrete slab for dancing. It’s quieter and more private out there, if you can convince them to move. Anyway, have fun, but don’t forget me and my friends when they leave you high and dry.” She petted my arm, winked, and handed me the pitchers of Sangria.

I returned to the front porch, where I set one pitcher on our table, and carried the other to theirs. “I don’t want to interrupt your fun, but I’ve escort gaziantep evi olan bayan enjoyed your happy chatter and the beauty you bring to the porch so much I brought you a pitcher of your favorite drink. May I?” They looked up skeptically, evaluated me for a moment, and the hot but married one replied, “We were about to leave, but maybe one more, since you are such a gentleman.” She raised her glass; I poured, and then poured for the other two.

“These are my friends: Tom, Mike, John, and I’m Tim. And you are?” “I’m Jan,” the taller one offered; “this is Gale, and this is Katy.” Katy was the hot married one, Gale the one with short blonde hair and a slender body.

“Since we all know each other now, and I’m such a gentleman, the bartender told me there is a round table out back where we could sit together and visit. Would you join us?” They looked at each other, looked us over again, and Jan answered, “I think we would enjoy that, as long as you understand this is visiting, and not something more.”

“Gotcha,” Mike replied. “We make it a rule to never turn down a chance to talk to pretty ladies, regardless of the ground rules.”

We may have agreed, but we’re fairly wise old foxes; we seated them so it was girl between two boys. I sat to Katy’s right; Mike was to her left, so the three marrieds were together. Gale was to my right, then Tom, then Jan, and finally John, who had the open chair to his right. John and Jan paired off and began a conversation almost immediately; both were tall, lanky, and good looking, with outgoing personalities, so that wasn’t a surprise.

Tom and John were older than Mike and I by almost a decade, but Jan seemed unconcerned.

How well Tom and Gale hit it off was a surprise. He was usually reserved and a bit reticent around women, but he was gazing deeply into Gale’s blue eyes like a happy puppy, and she obviously appreciated his adoration because she was happily chattering away.

Mike and I had our hands full with the vivacious Katy, who almost immediately began touching and teasing us. As she turned from man to man, her short dress rode up until we were looking at the delectable, well-tanned thighs above her thigh highs. Up close, she was so damned cute I wanted to put my arm around her, give her a big hug, pick her up, and set her on my lap! Mike looked equally smitten, and she read both of us like a book! Her vivacious flirting increased in equal proportion to our fascination.

The pitchers of Sangria quickly disappeared, so, over the not-very-strenuous protests of “I’ve had enough” I went back inside for another.

“You guys are having way more success than I’d have guessed. Is that because of your charm, or have the Cougars selected you for their evening meals?” Brianna the bartender teased, while she filled a pitcher. “I’m not sure who selected who for their evening meal, but I’ll definitely feast or be feasted upon if given a chance,” I answered.

She handed me the pitcher; I turned to leave, but then turned back; “You said Cougars; how old are they?” She gave me a grin, shook her head, and waggled her finger. “Never ask a lady’s age! Let’s just say they are old enough, and leave it at that. By the way, the one you are eyeing like a tasty treat; remember that she’s got a very yummy husband that every girl and woman in town wants, so you will need to bring your A game to pull her away from him for a night.” I winked and went back out.

After setting the pitcher on the table, I asked Katy if she would like to dance. They were playing classic rock songs that went back into the 1960s and 70s as well as country songs. Silver Wings was playing as she walked into my arms, and I was immediately aware of her jutting breasts against my chest and the way her butt flared from her hip. She danced close without being too close, followed me effortlessly, and looked up at me with those green/hazel eyes while we talked. I was growing more enchanted by the moment.

The next song was The Tennessee Waltz; I asked her for another, she accepted, and we waltzed. She was a light as air, and I determined that her boobs were probably natural B-C cup, but they stood out like a teenager’s.

The third song was a rocker by the Rolling Stones — Jumping Jack Flash. I started to steer her toward the table, but she pulled me back and threatened, “If you don’t dance this song with me, I’m going home!” Now, I’m certainly not Patrick Swayze on a dance floor, but I can rock and roll, so I accepted. The other two women drug the other three men onto the floor, and we learned as a string of rock songs played that however old the ladies were, they were far better dancers and far better conditioned than we were.

It was a cool night, but I had a light sheen of sweat on my face; the women looked as cool as ever, without any trace of smudged makeup. I was thrilled when the tempo changed and Ebb Tide came on, but Mike beat me to Katy and took her in his arms. She was more relaxed with him, perhaps escort gaziantep fetiş bayan because the others stayed to slow dance. I saw the pitcher was empty when I got back to the table, so I took it inside to trade for another.

“Those ladies can ROCK, can’t they?” the bartender enthused. “Wow! We were watching out the window, and you guys are pretty good, but you couldn’t keep up AT ALL!”

With a grin, she continued as if bemused. “Maybe that’s because Gale and Jan take the dance exercise classes that Katy teaches two mornings per week. Oh, and they all do Pilates twice a week, AND they play in a tennis league.” She cocked an eyebrow, and asked, “You claim this is all innocent fun, but ask yourself if you are in good enough condition to survive a night in bed with her?”

She crooked her head and assessed me; “After a closer look, I kinda doubt it. Her hubby calls her his Sex Machine, and you look like you spend too much time behind a desk.” I ignored the insult, which was accurate, and questioned her; “Huh? Her hubby told you that his wife is a sex machine?” “No, but it got a little drunk in here one night and a guy asked him if she was in good in bed as she looked. He laughed and answered, ‘I don’t call her Minx and Kathleen the Sex Machine for nothing!'”

I took the pitcher out and set it on the table. When that song ended and another slow one started, I cut in. Mike went back to the table, and I took her in my arms. She looked up and gave me a dreamy smile; damn, she cute! “Minx, huh? So tell me – why is that your nickname?” Without a bit of embarrassment she replied, “That is one of my husband’s pet names for me: he also calls me his Sex Machine and his Sex Bunny. Who told you that? Brianna, I’ll bet!” “Yes, she did. But why does he call you that?”

Actually, the answer was obvious — she did look like a curvy little 5’3″ built-for-sex machine, and she was in phenomenal condition. Brianna was right: I’d struggle to keep up! Hell, I’m sure any male would have trouble keeping up with her, but, at least Mike was available to help, so maybe between us…

“A gentleman does not ask a lady about her sex life!” she huffed, but with a grin. I stepped back to get a little separation between us, and looked her over carefully, beginning with her brightly painted toes, her cute little feet and ankles, proceeding along those luscious legs, across her small waist, over those delectable tits, and ending with her grinning eyes. “Never mind; I think I figured it out.”

She pinched me and, in that husky voice, asked, “What did you decide?” “I decided you are the Eveready Bunny in bed, and you would likely cripple me if I took you on…alone. If Mike would help me, however, I’m confident I’d survive and have a memory to keep me warm the rest of my life!”

She pinched me again, but she looked intrigued. “You are rude and arrogant, aren’t you? Are you sure you and Mike can get the job done? It might take all four of you!” “And I’m sure they would be more than happy to help out, but they seem otherwise occupied. Will they survive your friends?” “Jan will be kind; she’s a love-making kind of girl. Gale, well, I don’t know much about her. This is the first time I’ve seen her look interested in a man since her husband died. That might mean she’s wearing out a lot of batteries, she has a ‘special friend’, or, she has six years of pent-up sex ready to explode and destroy your buddy.”

“What about you, Sex Bunny? Do you wear out a lot of batteries, have a special friend, or does Hubby give you all you need?” She didn’t back away from my challenge: “Hubby is a stallion, and he takes really good care of me…when he’s around. Unfortunately, he travels a lot. He’s been hunting in Canada for a week and won’t be back until next week, so I’m looking for a battery sale.”

The song ended, she giggled, warned me not to say anything, and we went back to the table. I picked up the pitcher and asked, “Do you need a fresh drink, Minx?” She glared, slapped me on the thigh, and exclaimed, “Yes, asshole. And then you need to go sit in the empty chair over there!” I poured her drink and mine, and then sat down in my usual chair. “I told you to move!” she said commandingly, suppressing a grin.

“I would, but then I wouldn’t be able to see those gorgeous legs and the lacy tops of your hose as well.”

Everyone at the table had been chuckling at our exchange, but now they roared. Katy gave up, and laughed with them, shaking her pretty head before pulling her dress down a couple of inches and draining her cup of Sangria.

For the next hour Mike and I took turns dancing with Katy, while the others remained paired up. She kept a respectable distance, but her friends were belly to belly with mine, and they were whispering while they danced.

As the witching hour approached, a nervous Gale approached us: “Katy, can you get these guys to give you a ride home? John is going to drive me home, since I’m a little tipsy, and Tom is going to drive Jan home bayan escort gaziantep for the same reason.” Katy raised an eyebrow, but responded, “Don’t worry; I live three blocks from here, remember? I can walk. I’ll see you tomorrow at Pilates.”

After her friends left, she danced a lot closer, whether her partner was me or Mike. In fact, she was rubbing her mons on the hard cocks we sported on the dance floor, and at the table she was showing us those lovely legs all the way to her white lace panties. We also learned that her bra matched her panties, and that her perky tits were round and high on her chest.

I cajoled, “I heard you mention having a hot tub; I’d love to get in one and relax tonight.” She brightened, and replied, “That sounds like a great idea… if you both promise to be good boys!”

We did, of course, and she added, “Then we need to be circumspect leaving here. This is a small town with a lot of gossips, including Brianna. I’m going to stop by the bar and tip her, then start walking home on the street that crosses the highway a block south. You guy go north around the square, drive around for ten minutes or so, and circle back. My house is in the middle of the second block; it has a six-foot board fence around the sides and back, and a wrought iron fence in front. Pull in and park behind the shrubs so no one can see your pickup.”

We arrived exactly ten minutes later, after riding around and planning our strategy. Much would depend on her reactions, so we had plans A, B, and C; all, however, ended up with us missing the morning hunt, but having memories to last a lifetime.

The shrubs we parked behind were actually a massive growth of primrose jasmine that grew parallel to the street, so our truck really was invisible. Katy met us on the front porch wearing a sleeveless cover up. Her bare arms and legs looked firm and strong yet feminine, and she had her hair up in a bun. We ogled her as we walked up; she smiled at our impertinence, and gave us each a kiss on the cheek in payment.

She led us around back to the big covered pavilion that housed their hot tub, as well as a well-equipped outdoor kitchen and a wet bar. The groomed part of the back yard was probably an acre or more, with a pool maybe 20 steps out from the kitchen, but native plants surrounded the lawn to the west and south. Their ‘house’ would be called an estate in Houston, with all the grass, flowerbeds, shrubs, and native plants, and at least twenty big oaks and Pecan trees. We complimented her on the layout, so she turned on a few more lights and pointed out her favorite things, which included a building next to the back fence that housed ‘our workout room’.

She walked back to the light switches and told us to read the sign: Welcome to our hot tub; bathing suits optional. In a teasing voice she asked, “Since I’m confident you didn’t bring swim suits, your choice is nude or boxers, but only if they are clean!” I looked at Mike and we started taking off clothes. She turned off the lights in the yard, but left the lights on in the pavilion and watched us undress. I’m not shy, and neither of us has anything to be ashamed of in the cock department, so we stripped naked, laid our clothes on a chair, and climbed into the hot tub; it felt heavenly.

Katy turned off all the lights except some indirect lighting on the poles of the pavilion, took off her cover up, and walked to the steps. He turned on the lighting wheel in the hot tube so it changed colors every few seconds, and climbed the three steps. She straightened up and paused for a moment on the top step for effect. The bright blue bikini was outlined in white; it accented and displayed her assets perfectly!

“Now THAT is a heavenly body!” Mike stated. “UMMM!” I agreed. She smirked, stepped onto the shelf inside the tub, and then down into the tub; she pivoted and sat down on an area with a lot of jets. “Ahhh!” she purred, as she was immersed in the hot water and the jets propelled relaxing streams against her.

She leaned her head back and started kicking her feet gently near the surface. She was talking to us, but we were highly distracted because the light wheel gave us a great view of her shapely legs and the tiny bikini that barely covered the good stuff. We carried on the best conversation we could while sitting there naked watching her lovely body and trying to hide our hardons, but I have no remembrance of what was said.

I was much more intent on observing the cutest, sexiest woman I’d been around since I was in my early twenties. However old she was, she filled out the bikini better than a teenager, and was more shapely than any older woman I’d encountered. Our wives were still lovely, but in spite of diet and gym memberships, their waists had thickened, asses fallen, and their tits sagged a bit. Katy had tits barely contained by her bikini, a narrow waist that flared into wide hips, a round butt, and those maddeningly gorgeous legs! If she were a member of our country club group of 40-and 50-somethings, she would be the most desirable.

Perhaps because we were such poor conversationalists, she decided we needed music. She climbed back out, giving us another view of her round ass getting out and used the remote laying on the table to turn on a CD player. Getting back in gave us another look at her remarkable assets, and we both told her how luscious she looked. She smiled, and resumed torturing us with those hypnotically kicking legs.

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This is a novel of twenty-five chapters. I suggest you begin reading at Chapter 1. The novel deals with hotwifeing and cuckoldry. If those are subjects you aren’t interested in, you may reconsider reading this.

Please read my statement regarding anonymous comments in my biography.

Chapter 22

A Tuesday night, Amy was off with her husband extending a long Labor Day weekend, I got home from work around my usual time. Molly’s car was in the garage, there was a car I didn’t recognize parked on the opposite side of the street; the neighbors must be having company.

At the kitchen island I picked up the mail, started checking the envelopes when I became aware of a strange, creaking vibration. As I listened for it, I heard from a distance low moans, some of them my wife’s, and unintelligible voices. I investigated, in the hall outside the master bedroom were fragments of clothing scattered: a blouse, a skirt, a shirt, a bra. The vibration was louder now, the creaking of the bed springs, the moans came from Molly’s throat, they were interspersed with a man’s voice, “You like that, don’t you? You want it bad, don’t you?”

The bedroom door was cracked six inches, by standing next to the wall I could make out the pair on the bed, Molly on her back, her knees pointed to the ceiling fan, a gentleman above her, it was more than obvious his penis was prodding her heartland. I didn’t recognize him, he wasn’t Mark, or Nick, or any of our other playmates, grey hair, large pink butt. What was my wife up to? Not that I minded, my own erection grew as I watched the lovers cavort, Molly seemed in the throes, the man was close, and then he let loose, a call that would have been appropriate in a zoo escaping from his gut.

I was in a quandary, should I leave them be, just slink into the office, close the door and wait for them to finish? And yet, the scene seemed to me an invitation, Molly certainly knew that I was coming home, we’d talked about it at breakfast, if she wanted privacy wouldn’t she have made sure the door was shut?

I decided to enter, the man was gasping for air after his come, his face turned from me, Molly gazed at me merrily, a finger raised to her mouth, beckoning me to play along. “Don!” she screamed, “what are you doing home? You were supposed to be working late!”

The man’s head twisted, caught my visage, he cried, “Oh, my god!” his face turned an intense shade of persimmon.He scrambled off my wife and the bed to the point furthest from me and defended, “We can explain!”

Molly covered herself with the sheet, in the process I saw a laugh cover her face only to be replaced with a mock scowl, some sort of game was going on here, I sensed I should collaborate. “Well, go ahead!” I answered the man’s suggestion, “Let me hear what you’ve got to say.”

“Its . . . I mean . . . we . . .” he stammered, trying to put his underpants and trousers on. Of course there was only one explanation, and although I and Molly were quite comfortable with it, he apparently wasn’t. Then she broke in, “Don, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean . . . listen, could you just go into the office, let Jack get out of here.”

I pasted an insincere frown on, allowed, “Well, there better be a good reason for this!” I turned, headed down the hall, and when the office door was closed, I let myself have a good, if silent, laugh. I heard the voices, his panicked, her’s mercurial and suggesting he leave quickly before a scene erupted. In a few moments I heard the front door open and through the window I saw him scamper across the lawn to his car, fumble with the keys and drive unsafely down our block.

I found Molly in the den, a short, thin robe disguising her recently screwed frame. “Drink?” she asked.

“Sure. Vodka tonic?” She mixed our beverages, and waited for me to ask, “Okay, what the hell was that?”

“You’ve said you wanted to catch me in bed with someone. Now you have. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, it was fun. Who is he?”

“Jack. I met him at the grocery store, he flirted with me in frozen foods, then invited me out for a drink. It was the old line, his wife doesn’t satisfy him anymore, I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, blah, blah, blah. I let escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları him play his game for a few weeks, since he’s vanilla I didn’t tell him about us. I thought about telling you about him, asking if it was okay, then I remembered how you’ve always wanted to catch me.”

“Was this the first time?”

“No, I didn’t think it would be fair to him, I’m pretty sure he’s never strayed before, so last week I let him get a hotel, we shagged for a couple of hours. Then I told him I could meet him here an hour before you got home, told him you were staying late at the office. He went for it, and you saw the rest. How long did you watch?”

“Five minutes, maybe. I didn’t want to barge in just at the right time, so I waited until you guys were done. That was a pretty good act you went into.”

“I had it planned out,” she admitted.

“Going to see him again?”

“No, I’ll tell him you’re really pissed and that if he ever catches you around in the neighborhood you’re likely to knock his block off. He isn’t that good, this’ll give him something to think about, maybe he’ll treat his wife better.”

We laughed about it for a little while, before dinner I had my ass in exactly the same place Jack had his, it became a private joke with us.

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Chapter 23

It was late, very late, on a Friday night, Nick and Bobbie and Molly and I were yawning around the coffee table, recent participants in a pleasurable tryst. My alter ego observed the scene, wondering at the lack of zeal. Oh, the four of us had squirmed and prodded, Bobbie had been delighted in the manner of which I’d draped her over the arm of a couch, sticking it to her with confidence and aptitude, she’d orgasmed pleasantly and a few minutes later I’d let myself have the indulgence of oozing, but the whole act had been, for me, a simple movement, no more important than the insipid adaptation of a superb novel we’d seen on the big screen earlier.

I hid my emotions from my partners of course, it wouldn’t do for them to realize my other lover was a level or three above them. Earlier in the week, for example, Amy had brought a tube of extravagant massage oil. We’d slathered it all over each other, and when Amy had realized I was enjoying the attention to my rear end, she’d lingered there, dipping an oiled finger inside to massage my prostrate while she took my manhood into my mouth. I wanted to orgasm into her mouth, but sensing my imminent release, she clamped my testicles, denying me the intensity, and then rolled on her stomach, playing with her own ass, knowing I’d get the idea. Her anus became my playground, I enticed it with finger, and tongue, and then, while she begged, I penetrated her. She screamed as I pelted the alternative wellspring, pushed back to me so I could enter as deeply as I dared, and when I steamed into her, the tightness of her rectum enhanced my orgasm, I was completely drained.

No, this group of four I was in could no more match that mountaintop than a hamster could discover nuclear science. They simply had not a clue.

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Amy and I had been seeing each other for a bit over two months, almost weekly, sometimes if the stars aligned properly we’d bump into each other for a hour, two, and those unplanned experiments were, in a fortuitous coincidence, the loveliest of all.

Our ‘regular’ tete-a-tetes normally consisted of a meal, none so heavy as the French feast we’d engorged, then a visit to a local hotel where we’d destroy the bedclothes and each other. After that first planned experience in my home we understood it wasn’t the proper locale for complete abandon – Amy felt it necessary to restrict her bellows, I continually listened for any sign of my wife’s interference, even if I knew she was supportive of my huddle. And Amy felt that any movement towards using her home would cause confusion in her husband, he might misunderstand it to include an invitation to join our play. As a result, we decided a hotel was the optimal berth for our affair, we became practiced at using Priceline.

That isn’t escort gaziantep bayan telefonları to say that if the stars aligned, if a spouse went missing for an afternoon or evening and the other had a way of escaping his or her duties, that we wouldn’t sneak into one home or another and spend a delicious hour in the art, a little voice whispering ‘danger’ in our hearts, making our erotic dance the more lustful.

It was a wonderful affair!

One night it happened that we were lying together on a king-sized mattress in a beige colored room, an amorphous work of ‘art’ on the wall, the pillows decorating the rug, our torsos collapsed and heaving.

“I was thinking,” I began.

“And here I thought it was simple inspiration,” she joked. “Where did you come up with that position?”

“I’m a student of Kama Sutra. Got my black belt a couple years back.”

“They have black belts in those?”

“Maybe it was a merit badge. Well, anyway, I read about this resort on the coast of Central America. There’s only six bungalows, each one has it’s own butler and cook, a beach a mile long, no one gives a damn if you wear clothes or not. We should go there for a week.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be lovely,” she agreed. “We could sun ourselves during the day, make love on the beach, in the ocean, and then at night we’d get our servant to make us our favorite dishes and then we’d listen to the night birds under our net, we’d never have to worry about a thing.”

We discussed the locale, dreamed of it’s possibilities, and in the dream we resurrected our desire.

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The next week I met her at the hotel, I had prepared a picnic, wine and cheeses and fruits, and after a spate of rapture, I opened my laptop and showed her the haven. “We could hit the airport for a 7:35 flight, connect in Atlanta, land at noon, we can take a helicopter to the resort, by two we’d be on the beach.” I showed her photo galleries of the resort, complete with cost estimates, itineraries, the travel documents we’d need. “You’ve got a passport, don’t you?” I asked.

She hesitated, seemed to ponder where she kept it, then responded, “You thought this all out, didn’t you? Like there was really a chance it might happen. Oh, I’d love to go away with you, but I can’t leave Luke for a week. He’d never let me go, not for that long. Have you talked to Molly about this? Would she let me take you away?”

“I’m pretty sure she’d be okay with it.”

“Really? If you were my husband, I wouldn’t be. I wish we could make this happen, I really do, but you can see that it’s just impossible, don’t you? Not a week. No. Maybe I could talk him into a night, or even a weekend, maybe. I’d have to get him at just the right moment, even then I’m not absolutely sure of it.”

We dropped the subject then, painfully, and pressed against each other, but the emotion simply didn’t return that evening, we parted forty-five minutes later.

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The next week at the Marriott, I was ready with the alternative I’d researched, a luxury B&B, we’d leave on a Friday, I’d have her back by Sunday evening. She listened until I wrapped it up with a summary of the plans and a plea. “Please think about this, I think I need it, a weekend away with you, I’m in love with you!”

Her face dropped in amazement, even fury. “What? Did you say you love me?”

“I do,” I reiterated, “From the first moment I saw you I was in love with you, I know you feel the same way.”

She started to put her clothes on, gather her things. “Don, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t mislead you somehow. You know this was never about that. I mean, you’re a wonderful guy, and you’re the best lover I’ve ever had, but this started out as just sex. I love Luke, I always will. And you love Molly. Think of the years you’ve spent with her, of the commitment you’ve made to her. You need to think about this, very hard.”

As she was walking to the door, I asked, “Does that mean we’re not going away this weekend?”

~~~~~~~~~~

She called me Monday of the next week, asked to meet at a strip mall coffee shop, and when I arrived she revealed, “Don, escort gaziantep bayan videoları I told Luke about what you said, and he wants me to stop seeing you, at least for awhile, and I agree with him. I’m going to miss what we had, it was great. But we’re not going to see each other anymore.”

“Never?” As she expected, I was devastated.

“Not for a good while at least. I got Luke to agree that maybe, after a few months, we’d see where we are. He understands that you turn me on like nobody else ever has, and he’s fine with that. He just wants to make sure you know it’s just sex.” She rose, gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Take care of yourself. If you want, call me after the holidays. I’ll always remember you.”

I watched her walk out of the cafe, I saw her enter the right side of her sedan. As it pulled away, I could see Luke driving.

I drove around for awhile, looking for vistas of rivers and the bay. After dark, I found myself drinking at the Marriott bar, thinking of what this edifice had meant to me, how it had changed my life, intensified it and then destroyed it.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, the alarm clock sounded in my bedroom, Molly spun to hit the snooze button. I groaned from the chore of waking, then the shock of my new life without Amy hit, I felt the churning in my stomach, the sharp headache. This couldn’t be a hangover, I’d been fairly good, a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, only three beers at the bar over a period of two and a half hours before I finally gave up, headed home to find Molly asleep. Then the churns migrated to something more, I flew to the bathroom and retched.

I couldn’t stop, Molly got me a wet washrag, held my back as I fed the toilet. Twenty minutes later, when I’d apparently hit a resting place, Molly handed me a tumbler of water, asked if I was all right. I waved her away, she headed to the guest bathroom for her morning shower.

“You should stay home today, I hear the bug is going around.”

“This one’s evil,” I sweated.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

I really didn’t, I wanted to be alone in my misery, physical and mental. “No, I’ll be fine, I’ve had the flu before.”

I spent the day commuting between the bathroom and the bed, where I turned Netflix on and watched a season of a sitcom that didn’t particularly amuse me. When I wasn’t too sick to think, my rumination was of Amy. How could she be so stupid, to throw away this wonderful love we had, how could I possibly live without her? I thought about texting her an evil message, couldn’t find the strength to hit send. A slice of toast I forced myself to swallow became hideous in my stomach, I disgorged it quickly. Molly called twice, ensuring I didn’t need to head for the emergency room.

That evening she made me chicken soup out of a packet, a sick meal I remembered from my childhood, I drank half the broth, it stayed down, I slept as if drugged.

The next morning I felt somewhat better, but I hid my resurgence from my wife, told her I was still too sick to work, the day was spent worrying about how my life was going to continue now that I no longer had the love of my life. I sent her three text messages, apologizing, cajoling, she returned only one, ‘stop it don’t contact me again’. I was showered and somewhat better that evening, Molly made a salad and soup, I wasn’t hungry but managed to keep a cup down.

For a week to ten days I moped, Molly assumed it was a hangover from the malady, I couldn’t tell her that Amy had broken up with me. A couple of times I drove past Amy’s house, looked for any sign of my lover, suggested by text we should meet at the Marriott, my plea was ignored.

A fortnight after Amy’s devilish decision, I picked myself up, took a long walk, decided that if she was going to act that way, I didn’t need her.

I took up jogging, first a half mile a day, eventually making it through a two-mile loop. Molly wondered at the twelve pounds I lost, Bobbie teased that she didn’t have an inner tube to hold on to anymore. By the time of the Superbowl, although every once in awhile an image of Amy’s smile, blond hair or wonderful breasts would flash through my brain, I was over her. I began to appreciate the physical charms of my wife again, I participated with pleasure in a threesome with Mark, when we got together with Bobbie and Nick I gave every bit as good as I got.

I sent Amy an Easter card, funny, and in the enclosed note I apologized for my dereliction, told her how much fun I’d had, admitted that I would miss her charms but understood her points, she had no need to fear I’d bother her in the future.

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Many times I have heard people say when they woke up in a circumstance different than normal that it took them a minute to remember where they were. That’s not how I felt. I was aware of Sandra next to me all night. I wasn’t used to sleeping with anyone. I woke often feeling her naked body next to mine. Her bare legs warm against my legs. Her breasts, one on my chest the other pressing against my side. It wasn’t what I would call restless, it was more like the kind of thing you want to last longer and you want to savor it as long as you can.

I thought I heard wolfs howl at one point but it may have been the wind, it blew hard. It made sleeping with Sandra surreal, an unexpected pleasure. We went to bed like we couldn’t strip each other’s clothes off fast enough and made love passionately. Now in the morning I was wanting time to slow, I was relishing this moment. Her olive skin against me. Her black hair across her face with those full lips. Lips that were so soft on mine. Her arm was across my chest.

It didn’t last as long as I would have liked her eyes fluttered open. “Do we have to work today?” She smiled at me and ran her hand across my chest.

“I would love to say we don’t. But duty calls.”

“Remember when I said yesterday when the bears interrupted that I had some ideas?

“I do, but in all the excitement, not the least of which was the bears by the way, I forgot to ask you about that. What are you thinking?”

“Well I’m a little better at some of this stuff since last time we worked together and also made a few contacts and friends. there are some people that owe me a favor or two.”

“I’m listening. What are you thinking?”

After breakfast we sat down at the computer and opened up the plan file I had sent to our emails. The cover page had a satellite shot with the transmission line route superimposed on it. Along with the easements.

“Ok, here are my thoughts. Basically it seems to me they are looking at constructibility. Will the easements and tower sites hold up to construction traffic in the summer months. They primarily need to know about the frost depth and density, correct?”

“Yep, thats the jest of it. They are going to want bore samples to verify that.” I sat in the chair next to Sandra and sipped my coffee.

“So I have friends that work for the USGS, they have a satellite that basically is like inferred or thermal imaging on steroids. They would love to have our data from here. In exchange I’m willing to bet they will give us their imaging results from a satellite that happens to be collected in the next night or two.”

“If you can pull this off it will dramatically reduce the foot work we have to do here.”

“And we don’t have to worry about violating a non disclosure agreement because we didn’t sign one.”

“That’s why I don’t sign them. I work for other development companies and I wouldn’t be able to outlast one of them in court if they got a hair up their ass.”

I got up and looked out through the window to see what kind of day it looked like.

“I think we can get some bores done today it’s looking like a nice day.”

“Nice… if you think nineteen degrees is nice.” Sandra looked through the window. “At least the wind isn’t blowing. Based on what I’m seeing in the satellite image we might get some weather day after tomorrow and things will likely deteriorate significantly. Remember this girl is used to Texas weather.”

“I’m not too worried, this can is pretty well insulated, and the solar will give us what we need.”

“That only works if the sun is out. Then we’re on batteries. And how long is that going to last?”

The weather up here is always unpredictable and Sandra always worried about it.

“If it gets cold and we are relying on battery for heat, I’m not sure with the new battery technology. In the olden days, maybe two days, if we were lucky. But the generator will take care of anything we need and charge batteries. There are two fuel cells in the back with the mini excavator. So we should have plenty of power for a while.” I had done enough of these remotes up in Alaska and here in the Northern Territories that it didn’t bother me much at least not this time of year.

“We aren’t going to need to do a lot of bores I don’t think, maybe a couple to establish a baseline. I’ll know more in terms of what they need from us in a couple of hours. It’s too early to reach anyone there. I’ll call on the sat phone and talk to my friend and see what they need.”

“In the mean time I think we get a jump on it and do a couple of bores, collect some samples. It’ll be a good thing to get a few under our belt in case we are pinned down with weather.”

By then I was getting into my insulated bibs and putting on my boots. And couldn’t help but notice Sandra wiggling into her bibs, her shirt had ridden up some exposing her brown belly button and she looked great in her pink bikini underwear. We both checked our sidearms and magazines before strapping escort gaziantep bayan reklamları them on. She was surprisingly comfortable and proficient at handling her sidearm, I noticed the same thing when she checked the 308 in the locker.

We went out and the first thing we did was scan for wildlife. We didn’t want to be surprised by bears. Our container was placed on a southern facing slope that isn’t treed so it was a matter of spending a little time with the binoculars until we were satisfied we weren’t going to have un wanted visitors. We pulled the mini excavator out and put the auger attachment on it, checked fluids and decided we would start fairly close and get a bore sample.

The frost proved to be thick and very frozen and hard. I ran the mini ex and Sandra would take a few samples every few feet of depth. One boring took most of the day. We had our samples. And while I drilled Sandra filled out the bore logs. It was like we hadn’t been apart for twenty years, we clicked along each knowing what needed to be done and what came next. At 5’2″ She is short with thick thighs and an ample chest. I was amazed as I watched her work how in the world she made insulated bib overalls look so good. I guess it was because I knew what was underneath them.

“Turn it off! Turn it off!” Sandra was yelling and frantically using her hand in a slashing motion across her throat in case I didn’t hear her over the roar of the engine.

Turning the machine off. I opened the door to the cab. As soon as I did I could smell hydraulic oil. “Don’t tell me, we blew a hose.” As soon as I climbed out of the cab I could see oil dripping off the boom.

“Ok, well I guess we’ll see what’s in the container for parts. In the mean time why don’t you call your contact at the USGS.

Sandra took the sat phone from me then she looked over my shoulder. “Shit! Their coming back!” Sandra pointed behind me.

The trio of grizzlies were running toward us. They were about three or four hundred yards away.

“Let go!” I pulled her in front of me and pointed her toward the container. “Here’s your chance to out run me!”

She looked at me like it was no time for humor and turned and ran. We were a hundred yards away from the container and were not nearly as fast as the bears with all of the outerwear we had on. I was behind Sandra and looked over my shoulder when we had about fifty feet to go. I turned back just in time to see her fall, flat on her face, arms over her head and feet in the air. This was going to be too close. I picked her up by the straps of her bibs and threw her forward. Her feet were running again before she even hit the ground.

I pulled the door closed and Sandra latched and locked it. We could hear their claws trying to hook the door and pull it open. We were safe, the door latched top and bottom making it impossible for the bears to pry open. The unnerving part was that they were trying.

“Fuck, that was too close.” Sandra collapsed against me and wrapped her arms around me as she looked up at me. “What are we going to do? We can’t do that every day! All it will take is for us not to see them in time just once.”

We could see them through the windows sniffing around and circling once in a while one would sniff and bite at the plate covering the windows. She grabbed the can of bear spray and opened a window and waited for one to get close enough and sprayed it. It ran away and just as it rounded the corner of our tin can it was tackled and attacked by one of the other bears. It was vicious as it clawed and bit the other bear. It was a ball of flying fur, claws and teeth. They growled and roared and pooped their teeth at each other. Just as fast as it started they were off one chasing the other the third bear flanking them but keeping it’s distance.

“Damn, that bear is an asshole.” Sandra looked at me clearly unnerved by the whole event. She put the spray down and held up her shaking hand. “Look at this. That was so scary.”

I held up my hand “The adrenaline has me going too. That happened way too fast. We need a new game plan. Why don’t you call your friend and see what they can do for us. In the mean time we’ll regroup.”

The sat phone had dirt caked in the speaker and between the knobs from her fall. Sandra cleaned it over the trash can and turned on the computer so she could retrieve the phone number she needed. While she waited for her contact to answer I brought up the satellite image of the the approaching storm.

***

“Thanks for making dinner again Jeff. You know how to make a Mexican girl feel the comforts of home. These enchiladas are just what I needed.”

I stood up and picked up my plate “I’m getting another one. Can I get you one.”

“I shouldn’t but I will. Can I get you another beer?” Sandra went to the fridge.

“Please, do you want a little sour cream too.” I glanced her way.

“Sure.” Our little tin escort gaziantep resimleri can was tight quarters and we got to the table at the same time and she stood up on her toes and kissed me. “Thanks.” Her brown eyes looking up at me.

“Its my pleasure.” I kissed her back the same as she had kissed me, just a peck on the lips. We ate the rest of of our dinner and she was quieter like something was bothering her.

“I’m sorry.” Sandra looked up before returning her eyes to her plate.

“What? What are you sorry for?” I could see the day catching up all at once and she was overwhelmed by it.

“I can’t believe I fell.” She was clearly mad at her self. She looked at the door. “If they would have caught us they would have eaten us. There is no way we could have held off three of them.”

“But thats not what happened. You know we could do what if’s the rest of the night. But thats not going to get us anywhere. So what, you fell down. Then we had dinner. Its all in a day.”

“Just like that? It’s all in a day?”

“Yeah, thats it. Listen I’m aware of how you grew up, we talked about that once a long time ago after we had both had too many beers. Some of that was pretty shitty too. And there is nothing you can do about any of that either. All of it becomes part of the fabric of who you are.

And I happen to like that person Sandra Ochoa, you’re a keeper… klutz and all.” I started laughing.

Sandra laughed too and leaned against me. “I guess today has just been a lot. And to top it off a storm is coming in. I’m sure you looked at the radar.”

“Yep, I did. And it looks like it could last for a few days. So we might just have to sleep in tomorrow.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

“The eternal optimist.” She leaned in again and kissed me. “I’m really glad I’m here with you.”

The wind howled all night and I woke up often like I had the night before. We slept in the comfort of each other. Her warm smooth little body was like an aphrodisiac, we made love again only this time it was much more sensual and slow. I caressed the worries of the day away and she kept a rhythm on top of me while my hands explored every inch of her starting with her ankles and calves on each side of me, her thighs parted by my hips between them kept a grip on me while the rise and fall of her body over me and her breasts swaying and brushing my chest kept tempo. Her small hands steadying her and caressing me. Her soft lips responded to my kisses and continued on a journey to my neck and ear lobe and her tongue found a nipple and flicked it as her lips pursed around it and sucked it into her mouth. She kissed her way down my chest and stomach and delighted me with talents I didn’t know she had. Another kiss that tasted like me before we drifted off to sleep while it stormed out side.

I woke up to the cold and could hear the wind out side whistling through and past the holes in the plates covering the windows. It was loud. If anything the storm was picking up steam. I got up and put my sweat pants and a sweat shirt on and pulled the hood over my head. The floor was cold on my feet. I needed to start the generator and get this container warmed up.

Opening the door into the equipment room I went in and checked the generator. I didn’t want to take it for granted that it was ready. We hadn’t checked it yesterday and a mistake could make the rest of the trip miserable in the very least.

The generator started without a hitch, something I was really thankful for considering our luck with the mini excavator the day before. The heaters wasted no time in getting things warmed up. And I didn’t waste any time getting the stainless steel coffee pot ready to make it’s elixir of life. It would take a little while, those percolator coffee pots don’t make it quick. In the mean time I turned on the computer. And took my morning meds. This life style had taken its toll, while I was in good shape and kept active, things hurt. My body had endured several surgeries along the way the most recent was a rebuild on my shoulder six months ago. It still wasn’t quite up to speed. The truth was I was getting tired, while I still loved the work and part of me craved the adventure of this kind of remote assignment, another part of me wondered why I still did it. It wasn’t like I had to any more. I lived alone and was smart with my money I could have retired a while ago. My home in the Pacific Northwest was paid for and was begging me to have a boat parked next to it.

“I don’t know if coffee ever smelled better.” Sandra was slowly walking into the kitchen area bringing me back to reality. “How about I cook this morning?”

“I would love that. There’s no hurry though, the storm isn’t going away any time soon. Sit I’ll bring you a cup.” The coffee had been percolating for a few minutes and looked dark enough so I poured us both a cup and brought one to her. “Black if my memory serves me right.”

“Your escort gaziantep bayan sitesi memories are getting better all the time.” She pulled the cup up to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Thank you.”

I put a little cream and a little sugar in mine and joined her on our little couch. Sandra pulled her feet up under her and rested her knee on my leg. I rubbed it when she did and rested my hand on it.

“I trust you’re feeling better about things today.” I sipped my coffee. I thought I knew the answer, her demeanor reflected a relaxed happy woman.

“What’s not to feel good about? I’ve had two of the best nights I have ever spent with a man and there is a storm raging outside so we don’t have to work today. So I can spend the day repaying you for saving my life.”

“While I like the sound of that, there isn’t anything to repay, I have to say sleeping with you is a pleasure I didn’t think I would experience again.”

“Still, you picked me up when I fell, If you hadn’t been here…”

“And you saw the bears before I did. Who knows how much closer they would have been before I saw them on my own. The way I see it is we are a good combo.”

“We are a good fit aren’t we? Both working and…well, not working.” Sandra blushed some obviously referring to how extraordinarily good we got along in bed.

At my age and with all of my travels and meeting as many people as I have, I know a good person when I see one, and Sandra is as genuine as they come. I was becoming more and more attracted to her. Not just physically, but emotionally. All of the same feelings for her that I had twenty years ago were returning. But she was better, more mature and balanced. I was drawn to her independent tenacity. She had always been smart and driven in her work but it seemed that was tempered some now in her apparent desire to connect and invest in people.

I couldn’t help but wonder about a life with her. I was lost in my thoughts with how that might look and play out. The reality of our age difference began to creep in and I couldn’t help but think I was setting myself up for a big disappointment if I thought someone her age and as good as she is would want to spend the rest of my life with me.

I began to think I better not set myself up for being disappointed.

“Hey, do you want a refill while I make breakfast?” She got up and took my cup from me. She was making eye contact with me and a seriousness swept over her expression. I wondered if she could see in me how I felt.

“Sure thanks.” I handed her my cup and got up to look outside. “Its not letting up at all. We’re not going to get anything done today out there.” Sandra came over to the window and handed me my coffee and put her face against my chest and wrapped her arms around me. She just held me for a minute. It was a minute that I struggled to not say I love you. She rubbed my back as she held me.

“Ok I’ll make some breakfast. If I don’t I’ll just stay here holding you all day.” She went to the refrigerator and opened it up. “Are you ok with leftover enchiladas with an egg on them? I can grill a couple of jalapeños to go with it.”

“That sounds great.”

“You are so easy, I can make something else if you would rather not have Mexican.”

“I grew up in Southern California, I’m used to the same kind of food you are. It really does sound good.”

“I talked to my friend at the USGS yesterday and all they want from us are the bore samples. What we have is good but if we can get a couple of more they would be grateful. As soon as the weather clears and the satellite comes over they’ll record what we need. This is going to be a slam dunk. Once we get the imaging we need from them I’ll layer into the REV plan.”

“I’m sure REV isn’t expecting us to have these kinds of resources available to us. I’m getting a really good rate from them and I gave them a two week time frame with the possibility of three. Its not that I’m wanting to take them to the cleaners. I just gave them a price on this thing based on what I needed to get for it based on where this is. There aren’t many that are willing to do what we do getting chased around by grizzlies. I told them what it was going to cost and they were willing to pay it. I’m not doing it for less.”

The fact that this was also also going to afford me the opportunity to spend this time with Sandra didn’t escape me.

“I’m in the same boat with them, these remote location gigs pay really well. So mums the word.

These relationships I have are because of a lot of effort despite REV, not because of them. Left to their own devices they would have burned these bridges a long time ago with their short sighted thinking. I’m ok with this taking as long as it needs to.”

***

We made a deal that given our experience with the bears one of us should always be on lookout while the other did the borings and catalogued the samples. The fix on the mini was simple enough. It was a matter of replacing the broken hose with a spare hose we had on hand in the equipment room.

We wanted to get a couple of samples a mile apart from each other to make sure we were getting a good representation.

Sandra enjoyed operating the excavator so we took turns. We were having fun. Even though it was cold at 24 degrees we were dressed for it. The wind had laid down, the sun was out and we were in a beautiful area.

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It started when I first interviewed her. We had a very casual interview with a little flirting. She was warm with a great smile and a voice that you would love to hear scream your name over and over again. Her first night to work for me came on a Friday night. We had a busy night and she worked well. I watched her from the cook’s line shake that tight ass of hers when she turned to walk out the door, looking over her shoulder at me with a smile. The night slowed down and I ran downstairs where the building had a shower. I cleaned up good and made sure to splash on some cologne before heading up to check on my guests. I sat at a table with a few regulars and requested Sandy to take our order. She walked towards my table as if in slow motion and stood next to me. She got our drink orders and then leaned down to me and whispered that I smelled incredible. I nodded and thanked her as she left. The service was good and the food of course was great. Sandy was one of two women left cleaning up when my guests left the table. I helped out with the cleaning and for a moment forgot about her. Then she approached me.

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“Yeah we rocked in business. You did a pretty good job tonight. I’m glad I hired ya”

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“Ummmm I’m not sure,” she said kind of shy.

I couldn’t think of anything until I blurted out, “want to smell me again?”

We both laughed but she quickly leaned into me and sniffed my neck brushing her wet lips against my throat. My hand reached to her back as I pulled her close to me. Her eyes met mine and we instantly kissed. It was nothing soft or nice, it was pure lust and our lips locked and our tongues searched. I could taste her cinnamon gum that she was chewing. I licked down her chin to her neck where I sucked hard. She moaned out loud as her hand ran quickly down my chest to my now stiff member. She groaned even louder when she felt it in her hands. My hands reached her breasts where the nipples were poking through here blouse as I tweaked each one. I yanked her blouse out of her skirt and buried my head between those perfect tits. I pulled the bra down to suck in a nipple. She pressed my head in tight as she struggled to get my pants undone. Our lips met once again and she finally freed my cock from my pants. Within a blink she was on her knees stroking my 7 inch cock into her mouth. She took me deep down her throat as I started to fuck her sweet face. Her hands gripped my ass as she spread my cheeks and ran a finger over my asshole. I jumped at this new feeling but looked into her eyes and knew she knew what she was doing. My legs spread and she slid a finger up my ass as she sucked harder. Damn, this woman wanted my cum as it was the best blow job I have gotten. She squeezed escort gaziantep pornoları my balls and milked my seed from then as I exploded in her waiting mouth. She moaned with pleasure as she gulped down my load with a smile on her face. Her finger kept rubbing my ass as I kept cumming. She finally pulled me from her mouth and let the last shot hit her lips. With a smile she stood up and kissed me deep as I tasted myself for the first time.

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She stood up and bent over the boxes once more spreading her pussy juice all over her tight asshole before shoving two fingers in deep. I was amazed at the willingness of this woman. She is the reason I love them older I laughed to myself as I lined my cock head up with her asshole. I spit down on my tip and slid it in slow letting her ass adjust to my size.

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I slid it in all the way. Her hand immediately went to her clit as she rubbed it in a frantic. The tightness of her ass was so intense that I knew I would not last to long. I watched my cock slide in and out of her ass as she groaned loud and hard. My balls tightened as she squeezed her ass muscles around my cock. My cum started spewing out of my cock deep into her bowels as she came with me.

“Yes I can feel your cum filling me up!!!” she yelled as she creamed again.

We both collapsed onto the floor with my cock sliding out of her ass. I helped her clean up as we got dressed. We kissed once more before opening the door to see a figure run out of the boiler room. Busted? Maybe, but that’s another story. Unfortunately this was our only encounter as she left the state to be with her family.

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I, Mohan aged 62, and my wife Puja aged 60 are first generation Indians settled in the US with an empty nest; and so it was the typical story of looking for adventure before time ran out after a rather sedate and dull married life. Our marriage, though a happy one by conventional standards, had lacked passion and we felt that we could perhaps spice it up a little bit by trying our luck at swinging. My wife as usual was not very sure but after we discussed this for several days she suddenly blurted out one day that ever since we had come to the US she had had fantasies about having sex with a big white male. On prodding further, she rather shamefacedly admitted that two persons she found very hot were Michael Cain and Sean Connery, not always in that order.

Although professionally very successful I was a typical nerd – not very generously endowed as far as my physical attributes are concerned, and so naturally felt a bit inadequate but was thankful that they didn’t involve people we knew since that would have really upset me. Luckily, she didn’t ask me about my fantasies, perhaps she was a bit embarrassed after blurting out her inner thoughts, as in my case these were about everyday people around us and had included, in the past, a fantasy about her mother as well. My mother-in-law had had Puja at the age of twenty and when we got married she was just forty-five and quite a looker. Whenever she embraced me and kissed me affectionately, I would be pressed against her soft and huge breasts and invariably got a hard on. Of course, I had dared not press my luck further though I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have succeeded if I had given it a try!

So we agreed to start exploring the possibilities and searched the net together to make up a shortlist of five sites offering special deals for seniors and called them up one by one to find out the rules of the house. We finally zeroed on to a site called Senior Swingers and met the Managers Nick and Rita – who were also the owners of the setup – in person. They were both around 65 and had a large penthouse which they used to bring swingers together. They had been at this for the last 10 years and did this just for fun, often joining groups if there were last minute cancellations. There was a membership fee of $20 a month and if a swinging party was organized, the charge was $100 for a night. You would get fresh linen and towels and buy or bring your food and drinks.

They ran a compatibility algorithm and took us through a detailed interview during which all four of us had to undress to check out our inhibition level.

They explained that different people had different expectations from swinging experiences and in order to make sure that nobody was disappointed, they tried to match profiles based on personal details so that everybody in the party would most likely get along with each other. They also said that though people often tried to swing with partners they know, friends or colleagues for instance, so that it would remain in a closed group; it usually didn’t work out very well since there was always a tendency to compare oneself with the person pairing with his or her partner, resulting in a friction among participants quite soon.

Puja scored a very low 3.5 on inhibition while I scored exactly the double, setting Nick thinking. He explained that sometimes some of his clients got cold feet at the last minute and that’s when Rita and he acted as standby in order not to disappoint the others. However, after going through her psychometric profile carefully his face lit up. He said that Puja was displaying a repressed sexual pattern and she would most likely go wild if her fantasies were to be ever fulfilled, which was to be taken over completely by a physically strong, dominating, white male. He said he knew the exact pair who would match with us, called a number right away and spoke to someone called Brenda. After disconnecting he shook my hand and congratulated me saying it was all set up for the coming weekend.

And that’s how we met our swinging partners at Nick and Rita’s penthouse the next week over a bottle of Champaign. The man was 68 and rather surprisingly named Sean! His wife Brenda was 65. The rules of the game were simple, we could choose to be all together in one room or move to separate rooms in pairs, anything that the couples engaged in would have to be by mutual consent and nobody was to force anything on his/her partner. Although I had fantasized about having sex with women other than my wife and somehow the idea of my wife having sex with another guy never failed to excite me in a perverse manner; now that it was about to happen, I wasn’t sure how it would affect me and couldn’t decide whether we should choose separate rooms or be in the same room together. Nick escort gaziantep bayan haberleri suggested the latter.

It had been his experience that although people sometimes wanted to avoid seeing their partner having sex with another person, they always wanted to know afterwards the details of the encounter. When they felt reluctant to ask their partner to narrate the details, the bottled up curiosity caused a huge emotional stress. On the other hand, if they asked and the partner felt shy about recounting the details – the size of penis of a new partner or whether anal sex had taken place, say – it created a friction as well. Even if the partner did describe what happened, oftentimes there were doubts that s/he was holding back or downplaying – misstating the size of the new partner’s penis for example. The other partner then tried prying out more details by asking questions, the answers to which might not be there, thus leading to mistrust among the participants. Building trust was a key factor in successful swinging and it was best if one saw things for oneself. It made a lot of sense to Puja and I so all four of us trouped into a huge room with two king-sized beds, and mirrors all around and closed the door behind us.

Sean was an extremely suave and gentlemanly character and what’s more, a veteran of this game which is why Nick had paired us with him and his wife, confident that he would be able to put my wife at ease. He was a big guy standing at 6′ 2″ and in excellent condition for his age with broad shoulders and muscular arms. My wife is 5′ 7″ – tall by Indian standards – but came just about level with his chin. He now moved over to her and gave her a big reassuring hug. My wife was still stiff and shy and Sean muzzled her in the neck and slowly put his right hand on her ass, rubbing it gently over her dress. To my utter surprise, I found that my wife was not only becoming slowly relaxed but warming up to the situation, letting go and resting her whole weight against his body. Sean then started gently squeezing her ass and slapping it lightly.

After continuing in this manner for a while he brought his left hand down from her shoulder and rested it on her buttock while his right hand now moved to her front and he started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any brassiere underneath and her milky white breasts spilled out, hanging out slightly but still quite voluptuous in the typical fashion of Indian women, the light brown nipples not yet in a state of arousal. My wife raised her hands above her head and allowed him to slide the blouse over her shoulder and pull it out through her arms.

Sean then started fondling her left breast with his right hand, pinching her nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger and I was surprised to see it slowly stiffen and as it swelled up, Sean increased the pressure on her breast and kept on increasing it, squeezing it harder each time. He had big athlete’s hands, calloused and strong and soon my wife started crying out in pain. Sean, in response lowered his lips on to hers and kissed her gently and to my surprise she soon quietened down and it seemed that she had actually started quite enjoying it although he was now squeezing her boobs even harder.

After a while he lowered his lips and on her left nipple and started sucking on it and flicking the nipple from time to time with his tongue. As the nipple slowly swelled up, he began to bite it with his front teeth, gently at first and then slowly increasing his bite strength so that after a while my wife began to make whimpering sounds. At this I thought that he was hurting her and wasn’t sure whether I should step in to stop him but Brenda seemed to have sensed what was going on in my mind and held my arm and pulled me back while at the same time pointing with her eyes to my wife who now had his arms curled around Sean’s neck. She had goosebumps all over her entire upper body and seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly; and so I just stood there watching, fascinated by the sight.

After continuing in this manner for some time, Sean stuck his thumbs down Puja’s sides into the elastic bands of the skirt and the laced panties she was wearing below; and stretching them out sidewise pulled them down all at a time with a sudden jerk so that they lay in a heap at her feet; at the same time pulling her towards himself so that she had to step out of the clothes. My wife now stood completely naked in front of a stranger in my presence and rather strangely I somehow didn’t seem to be upset by it but felt rather excited and breathless instead.

Puja’s belly hung out a bit but was otherwise quite firm. Her pussy was darker escort gaziantep hikayeleri than the rest of her body, the color of café au lait; and shaped like a triangle with a straight slit that didn’t allow any look at the lips, running down in the middle. The mons veneris was rather prominent while the pubic hair on the surface was thinly spread – it was regularly trimmed by her. Her thighs and buttocks were a little loose and sagged a bit, but overall, from the way he rolled his gaze all over her and the twinkle in his eyes, it seemed that Sean found her pretty attractive and was looking eagerly forward to fucking her. While she stood naked like this she had her hands wrapped around Sean’s waist and he now slowly started pushing her towards the bed. Once she was at the edge he pushed her back against it and she collapsed at the knees, falling on the bed with her back resting on it, while the legs swung out over the side.

Sean now stood up and pulled his tee over his head after which he unbuckled his belt and took it out from the loops of the trousers. While I was wondering about the reason behind it, he unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them, thereafter pulling down his navy blue boxers and standing in front of my wife completely naked. He was a pro golfer and as I have said before pretty well built for his age with a firm body and strong legs. His penis, uncircumcised and a dark chocolate brown in color, was still not fully erect, hanging out softly and measuring perhaps 3 inches in length and ½ an inch thick. He had untrimmed brown pubic hair, not very dense but rather long. His scrotum was a polished bag of leather from inside of which his rather large testicles dangled prominently. Puja lapped him up with her eyes.

He got down on his knees before my wife and pushing her legs apart with his hands buried his face deep inside her pussy and kept nuzzling for a while making my wife squirm and mumble halfheartedly asking him to stop. But Sean kept pushing deeper inside her with his tongue through the slit in her cunt which stood like a closed door and soon got my wife so excited that she grabbed Sean by his hair and pulled his head deeper inside her.

At this, Sean brought his hands over to her pussy and pulling out the sides on both sides of the slit, exposed the folds and the clitoris which he now gently started flicking with his tongue. My wife now seemed to have shed all her inhibitions and suddenly threw her legs up and wrapped them around his neck and Sean now started sucking on her clitoris. It amazed me to see that she was quite enjoying it since she never allowed me to do that to her and said that she found it disgusting.

Now with Sean it seemed that there was no holding her back and she kept thrusting her ass up, pushing her pussy deeper into his lips. This being a completely new experience for her she seemed to have gone into a frenzy and kept thrusting more and more wildly into Sean’s face until she couldn’t hold out any more and climaxed violently, her whole body shivering as she orgasmed and kept gurgling in pleasure. After some time, she unwrapped her legs from across Sean’s neck and lay back in the bed with her eyes closed, beads of perspiration slowly appearing on her flushed face.

While Puja lay exhausted on the bed, Sean climbed on to the bed and straddled her in a kneeling position with his weight resting on his knees, placed his penis between her breasts and pulling them together started rubbing his penis between them slowly rolling his foreskin back from the head as he slowly got harder but never fully. After a while, he took his penis out from in between Puja’s breasts, it was now firmer, and tried to push it penis in her mouth which was slightly open and through which she kept on sighing after all the exertions. Puja had her eyes closed as she relaxed after the orgasm and jumped up with a start when she found the tip of Sean’s penis about ½ an inch inside her mouth and hurriedly withdrew her mouth away from it.

But Sean seemed to be a master persuader and kept whispering in her ears even while she kept shaking her head in refusal and soon he had again positioned himself as before and pulled his foreskin back, exposing the red glistening mound of his penis which he now held in front of Puja’s lips but didn’t try to push inside her mouth. Puja very reluctantly started flicking the head of Sean’s penis with her tongue. She was a bit slow and tentative in the beginning but it seemed that she didn’t find the taste of his juices altogether disagreeable and soon started rolling her tongue around the head in the manner one licks an ice-lolly; throwing coy glances at him as if seeking his approval which he readily gave by nodding escort gaziantep bayan ilanları his head and looking at her mischievously. And then without warning he pushed almost half the length of his penis inside her mouth and started thrusting with his buttocks in the manner of a mouth fuck. Puja however, didn’t seem to mind this time and happily gobbled it up, sucking on it and biting it playfully making Sean cry out when the bites became strong while Puja giggled in fun.

Sean’s penis slowly swelled up inside Puja’s mouth as she sucked on it and soon she started to gag with his penis filling up her mouth and reaching down to her throat, choking her in the process. At this he slowly pulled his penis out of her mouth and moved up his testicles to Puja’s mouth and she started chewing on it every once in a while, giving them a sharp bite which made Sean wince in pain. Soon Sean’s testicles were covered in Puja’s saliva and he got up from the straddling position, and moved to her side.

He turned her around making her lie on her stomach and pulled her ass up indicating that he wanted to fuck her doggy style. Puja too could make this out easily and got on her all fours resting her weight on her elbows and knees. Sean snuggled up behind her standing and after experimenting with pushing his cock in to her caught hold of the inside of her thighs and spread them apart, pushing her knees away from each other and spreading out her ankles with his knees. Puja was now completely opened out to receive him with her ass lifted up, her back straight, and her breasts swinging slightly.

Sean now stood behind Puja, bent down over her back, caught her breasts in his hands and started squeezing them, all the while nuzzling her in the neck and murmuring, “You like it baby? You want big man Sean to do you doggy style?” and other sweet nothings; and Puja responding with a content purring sound of “Mm.” After some time he stood up and caught Puja by her buttocks and then started rubbing his hands on them very gently, and then all of a sudden he gave her a stinging slap on her right cheek and she yelled out in pain; after which Sean sunk his face into her left cheek and bit into it none too gently once again making Puja yelp in pain.

When Sean finally stood up I could see the red imprint of his palm on Puja’s right buttock and deep bite marks of his teeth on her left. To my surprise however, he didn’t stop here but picked up the belt which he had earlier taken out and folding it in two started lashing her on the buttocks with it. This soon left red welts on the milky white skin of Puja but she didn’t seem to mind and it looked as if she was rather enjoying it. I now knew why he had taken the belt out of the loops of his trousers.

Sean was now fully erect – he was well hung, about 6 ½ inches long and 1 ½ inches in diameter. He rested his left hand Puja’s left buttock and slowly pushed in his penis into her cunt with his right. It seemed that her pussy was a little tight and Sean was having difficulty in entering her. After trying to push in a few times, he took his penis out and covered his fore and middle finger with a large amount of saliva and slowly inserted the fingers into her pussy stretching it out by spreading his fingers sidewise. After some time both the fingers slipped up to their full lengths deep inside her.

He then took his fingers out and taking his penis in his right hand once more, guided it inside Puja’s cunt, pushing it in a bit at first, before withdrawing it a little and pushing it in a bit farther the next time he thrust; till he was all the way in and then holding my wife’s buttocks on both the sides with his hands started pounding her rhythmically. His scrotum which was hanging out like a bag slapped against the inside of her thighs as he thrust and my wife responded by thrusting her buttocks backwards into him.

Excited by her response, Sean took his right hand off her buttocks and grabbed her hair with that, pulling her head up so that her back shaped into a reverse arch and continued pumping her in that position. In less than a minute he started thrusting faster and faster and in about another fifteen or twenty seconds his body suddenly stiffened and he stood still for a while and then let out a groan. I could make out that he was ejaculating inside Puja but she had been post-menopausal for quite some time and the doctors had told us that there was no risk of pregnancy.

After standing there in that manner for a couple of minutes he went limp and slowly withdraw his penis from my wife’s pussy, it was now drooping and had shrunk to about three inches in size, glistening with his sperm and Puja’s juice; the foreskin slowly rolled out and covered the tip. My wife was still in the doggy position and I saw Sean’s sticky sperm slowly oozing out from her pussy and trickling down her thighs. Sean gave her light slap on her buttocks and pushed down on it to indicate that he was done. Puja flopped on to the bed and turned on her side and Sean then climbed in to the bed with her; after which they lay there together holding each other in their arms, utterly exhausted by the great sex that they had just had.

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“There I was Beth standing and watering my garden. All I was doing was looking around at traffic and some kids in the area playing and that’s when I heard him. Kenny, Thomas’ friend next door was swearing. I saw a hood open next door and I heard him cussing. That’s it.”

“So what happened that you’re so ashamed of Kelly?”

“I suppose I’m not ashamed but it had to do with what I was wearing first off.” Beth asked Kelly what she was wearing. Kelly said, “I had gone out shopping and then to the grocery store and everything felt like it was going to be a great day, so after I got out of the shower and did my make up and stuff, I went through my closet and drawers looking for something nice, something different. You know something that made me feel, sexy. Chuck and I have been getting along so well lately and we had another great evening last night” giggled Kelly as she told the story to Beth.

Beth clearly understood what Kelly meant and she knew Kelly and Chuck made love 2 nights ago. Kelly went onto say although short lived, it was the third time that week the two of them made love. Yesterday changed her whole week and outlook about sex.

“I happened to be wearing a new top; the one I showed you last week that I wanted, do you remember it? I wanted to buy it so I’d get Chuckie even a more interested in our ongoing marriage. Of course it didn’t hurt at all Beth that I put on new brand name lingerie that happened to go on sale. It was one of the top of the line pieces.”

“You mean the ‘Luscious Lavender’ don’t you? That’s the one you mean. I saw it and have an order in for it too. I’m so excited!”

“Do you really, Kelly asked Beth excitedly. I’m so excited that I bought those.” Since Beth was happy she put in an order for it, she asked what happened next.

“As I stood in the bathroom doing my hair after doing my makeup and whatever, I looked at myself and said “put on that bra dear and make yourself feel sexier today. Today is a day for Kelly Conklin’. When I put it on everything came together Beth. I felt as if I was 25 again. My breasts were alive again. My cleavage stood out. I couldn’t wait for Chuck to come home so I could get his attention; I don’t know if what I wore mattered because for he’s been horny all week anyways.” The two of them laughed and laughed. Despite all I’ve said, I looked fine when I put on my top and skirt that I wore while watering the flowers.”

“Come on, come on, and get to the good part. What happened Kelly? Tell me what happened. I had my cell on me and Chuckie called and apologized and said he couldn’t be home last night. He was called out of town and would be home sometime later tomorrow. Me, I was so pumped up for another romantic and exciting evening that I was let down big time. I was horny Beth I mean I was that horny I would have done it with a dog if I found one willing.”

Kelly, Kelly you are crazy. I might have done that with you the way it sounds girlfriend. You are so lucky Kelly. I mean think about it. Think about your situation. There you are, you and Chuck, and you’ve had had sex how many times this week? Me, little old me, I haven’t made love to Bill in 3 months and that wasn’t too exciting but it served its purpose. I wanna know what you did that’s so bad.”

“Well I suppose I can let the cat out of the bag, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep a huge secret.”

“What? What Kelly what is it?”

“Like I said there I was standing by the flower bed and the garden and watering. I hear Kenny next door swearing. He was using every expletive known. What was funny was how he was mixing them all up. I don’t know for sure but he was doing an interesting job. I become curious, shut off the water, and walk over to the fence. Knowing something about cars that I know, I ask him what he’s working on. He tells me and I offer a couple of suggestions but Kenny blows me off as in ‘what does a woman know about engines?’ You understand right that sort of response. So I walk over.”

“First off I ask him again and finally he tells me. I impress him and explain escort gaziantep bayan sitesi that he has to do this and that for what he wants to be successful. He’s dumbfounded that a 38 year old woman knows something like that. However the poor boy is distracted. My outfit, along with the perfume I put on, had his attention big time. His eyes were not on the engine at all. His devilish eyes were looking right down my canyon Beth.”

“Hehehe, laughed Beth. Are you starting to tell me what I think you are saying? That hott looking kid is 18, isn’t he?” Kelly confirmed that he was actually 19. “No kidding, he’s actually 19 Kelly? You mean to tell me that you and Kenny did something?”

“Do you wanna know exactly or should I leave it at that? Should I keep what happened, a secret Beth?”

“Ohh no, no I hafta know now Kelly. You can’t do that to me. What happened, what happened next?”

“It was just like a fantasy Beth. Not in your wildest dreams could we imagine something like this happening. There I was, standing over his clean car which had a clean engine but he had a problem that was too obvious. He couldn’t figure it out. I knew because my dad taught me all that when I was a little girl.”

Beth laughed that Kelly showed up Kenny. “It isn’t a big deal, I was happy to help him. But he loved looking at my tits and cleavage. I saw his eyes wander over between them as he tried parking them I don’t know how many times.”

“Beth”, Kelly said in a serious tone, “I never intended what happened to ever get that far. I offered to show him but I told him I wouldn’t with the top I had on.”

“I didn’t want it to get dirty. I told him I’d be back wearing a t-shirt. Somehow he objected because of course he wanted to get off looking at my canyon. That’s when I said, ‘Heck, he’s only 19’ and I repeated that to myself Beth.”

Beth couldn’t believe her ears. She was astounded but was cracking up too. She knew what was going to be said but to what degree she didn’t know for sure. Beth imagined that Kelly would seduce Kenny, but she didn’t know for sure exactly what.

“Standing on opposite sides of the car, I tried leaning over, which he loved Beth because ever few seconds instead of his eyes looking at the direction of where I pointed to they looked dreamy eyed” as Kelly and Beth giggled.

“Kelly, we are the masters of our own destiny aren’t we? Maybe I should knock on the poor boys door.” Kelly agreed with Beth. They laughed. Beth added, “Kelly, all this talk is making me horny now.” They laughed and laughed.

“I could call him over, mentioned Kelly, but he’s in school. Plus Thomas might come home early too.”

“Alright, I’m too anxious. I wanna know” exclaimed Beth.

“Well, said Kelly, this is where it becomes pretty bizarre actually. I asked him where his parents were and both had gone on a three day excursion to some Island resort. He was by himself and it was about 10 miles to the school, right?” Beth agreed. “I told him to go clean up and come over and I’d take him to school and while he’s at school I’d fix his car for him. He didn’t like that idea, but at the time I felt he had to be in school.”

“I waited 15 minutes and he knocks on the door. He’s completely changed. He’s now wearing an Oxford button down shirt, khaki slacks and he’s not wearing that baseball cap. He’s combed his hair and shaved; the boy is looking hawt Beth. I mean he looked 5 years older. Maybe not that but compared to what he looked like earlier, the boy looked, well oh my god Beth, he was hott. He was a fine looking boy! I didn’t know what he was looking for, but he sure wanted to impress me and he did.”

“He does have a great body Kelly, doesn’t he? We both agree on that.”

“He does and I never thought about it that much to be honest Beth. I’ve seen him without a shirt on I don’t know how many times, but when he walked in here yesterday morning and dressed like he was, something snapped. Something in me said, ‘Wow isn’t he scrumptious’. His eyes were all over me still. escort gaziantep bayan forum He kept looking at my chest and he smiled and he was suave and he actually forgot all about his car for the time being.”

“Kelly, you are a good looking woman. You do keep a great trim and fit body, we both can see why Chuck likes making love to you. I bet there are hundreds of guys like Chuck or Kenny or whoever that would have sex with you. Don’t you think so?”

“Awww thanks Beth and you are a hott looking woman too. You have much better boobs then I ever had and your legs girl, well your legs are much sexier then mine.”

The two of them laughed and laughed. They shared compliments back and forth for a few more minutes until Beth had enough and wanted to hear the juicy part.

“I asked him if he was ready but I asked him why he was dressed to kill, but Beth I giggled accidentally. He said ‘because’, and then hesitated but he said wavering ‘because I was so hott looking that he could easily make love to me as if I was his girlfriend’. Then the boy blushed and so did I Beth. What he said immediately turned me on. He was so hott and he was so delicious looking in the shirt and slacks. I could have eaten him up too, I thought at the time. His eyes weren’t only locked in on my boobs Beth they moved down and checked me out all over, repeatedly Beth and that’s when I” but she didn’t finish her sentence.”

“Did you want him badly Kelly, asked Beth. Did you breakdown?”

“Yeah I did. I was weak as weak could be. I think at that point my nipples hardened. I know my vagina was weak and I started getting moist. I know I was horny because I was flushing and I wanted him. I tried to resist. But all I heard was ‘step up, undo his shirt, caress his chest, and seduce the boy’. That’s exactly what I did. And I grabbed his crotch too and he was hard and Beth, he was horny!”

“Oh shit Kelly, I wish I could have seen it. That’s erogenous thinking you hit on him.”

“Oh heck Beth he was incredible. As soon as I unbuttoned his shirt, he was shoving his face into my cleavage and kissing it. Ohhh god Beth that was hott and it was so erotic. A 19 year old kid and I got it on and it was dangerous but I loved every second.”

Beth was hornier then ever and wanted to have sex badly. Beth could have undressed right there and started fingering herself, Kelly or used something, anything to get off listening to Kelly’s adventure.

“Ohhh Beth, I slid my hand into his pants and went down inside his boxers and grabbed his cock. It was a sizable cock too. He slipped off my top and is eyes exploded when he saw my tits. Then he took off my bra. I closed my eyes as he cupped my boobs and he felt me up. I loved it when he did it. I enjoy it when Chuckie does it but for some reason, feeling Kenny’s hands doing it to me, I shouted out in ecstasy. Then Kenny got bold and took off my skirt and I slipped both hands around his back and pulled the boy against my body. He took off his pants and we stood almost completely naked right in here Beth. Oh god was it was the ultimate turn on. Me and that 19 year old kid, getting it on and right in here Beth, right in here!. His chest and that body, it was freaking hott. He was freaking hott!”

“Oh fuck Kelly, I am freakin horny. I gotta, ohhh god Kelly, I’m so horny. Tell me more, come on tell me the rest, but I’m gonna masturbate while ya do it too. I can’t believe I said that but I’m gonna finger fuck myself, unless ya have a cucumber or something.”

As Kelly went on to tell her story, they walked into the kitchen, and Kelly gave Beth a clean cucumber. They sat down at the kitchen table. Beth pulled her shorts down and her panties and wet the cucumber and finally to her delight, slid it inside her cunt. Her eyes closed and a smile appeared. “Please tell me the rest Kelly. This is too awesome.”

“Standing there in the living room he was pretty confidant and he slid his hands inside my panties. Tell you what Beth, I wish I had shaved. I had such a bush but escort bayan gaziantep he didn’t care.”

“Can we go back out there Kelly? Let’s go back out there where it’s more comfortable” asked Beth.

Lying on the couch Beth continued doing herself while Kelly told her what happened.

“I told him I wanted his big bad cock and I told him I wanted to lick it. I don’t know what came over me, but for whatever reason, I quickly laid down there and he positioned himself so that I had complete access to his balls and cock. I started by licking his sack Beth and he had one helluva sack. You had to see it.”

“Are you okay Beth? Feeling comfortable?” Beth laid on Kelly’s couch smiling and said yes calmly as she poked away at her pussy with the cucumber.

“He had taken off his boxers and I had my panties off. He wanted to lick my tits, so I let him lick as long as he wanted. I asked him if he liked them. I remember I had an unusual feeling of desire course through me Beth and an odd smile. I told him I loved his body and I probably could fuck him a lot if given the chance. That only made us hornier. He ran his rod over my breasts and played with my nipples Beth. My nipples have never been as sensitive in my life like they were with Kenny. He had them tingling and I came back for more. Chuckie never could have them feeling like that even though he loved licking them.”

Kelly slipped next to Beth and took hold of the cucumber while Beth lay against the side of the couch. Beth relaxed while Kelly simply slid the cucumber in and out of Beth’s pussy. Beth’s eyes closed as Kelly continued her story.

“I asked him Beth, ‘Kenny honey are you man enough do you think to actually fuck me? I really wanna be fucked Kenny and I think you’re cock is awesome enough to fuck me like a real man’. The boy looked at me as if he and I had been doing that all along Beth, he was really smooth.”

“Without hesitating, he lay on top of me, spread my legs apart, looked at them, looked at me, and said, ‘fuck Mrs. Conklin, your body well it is a fine, fine body and I love it. It is one good, fine fuck mam. Oh and your tits, well shit they are just as incredible as you are. You should know that mam. I wish I could stop by or be invited over’. So I told him, ‘I’ll arrange for us but right now, I’m horny boyfriend’. Yeah and when I called him ‘boyfriend’ I think that turned the kid on big time.”

“Oh god, keep doing me like that Kelly and go on, come on tell me the rest. This is all so exciting. Oh I feel so horny Kelly. Oh yeah honey.”

“He slid his cock inside me. Oh god Beth that put me over the top to know another guy, this young kid was inside me? It was so freaking wild but unusual having that boy of 19 inside my cunt Beth! It was erogenous! It was erotic and I want him in me again. The kid knows his stuff Beth. I wanted to be fucked over and over. The kid really has skill”

“He did me as well as any 19 year old knew how to fuck, raw and wild. He pounded me and slammed me and I screamed and shouted for more. I actually ripped at him, clawed at his back, and I grabbed him everywhere! I banged away back at him. This kid was full of juice Beth, and no kidding. He banged harder then Chuckie ever fucked me and he was so positive while doing it. It was so fun and so exciting and I screamed all sots of fun obscenities Beth. I was louder then I think I ever screamed with Chuck. I orgasmed hard and I pulled at Kenny harder then I’ve ever pulled at Chuck. Oh dear god Beth, I could actually orgasm right now just recounting it all. I am so god damn horny thinking about it.”

“Me too Kelly, I wish I had a man to fuck me or suck me off. Oh god Kelly I’m horny and ready to orgasm. Oh I wish I wish someone was here to get us off. Oh Kelly, I am so, so horny; ohhhhhh god.”

“I’ll lick you out Beth. Could I lick your pussy for you? I’d love to help you. I’d love to do that for you. Can I do it?”

“Oh hell yes you can. Let’s get completely naked and let’s have sex, okay Kelly? Would you do that with me Kell?”

“Oh sure, for my best friend, why wouldn’t I? My oldest and dearest friend, yeah I’d eat you out. I’d have sex with you.”

So Kelly undressed Beth and then herself, and they went back to Kelly’s bedroom. Kelly dipped the cucumber Beth had used inside her and mounted Beth as she engineered a veggie like cock to fuck Beth with. Each holding one end they managed to secure it while humping and getting the other off.

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This is my 2nd story. I hope you like it, and I’d love to hear your comments. I’ve tried to make each one a stand alone story, but to get everything in context it may be best to read my 1st story “Wash Day” before this one. X.

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It had been 3 weeks since that fateful day when Helen, and her daughter Clare, had discovered the vibratory delights of their washing machine, and as a consequence had gone on to make passionate love to one another. Helen’s first lesbian experience at the tender age of 42!

The incident had been praying heavily on Helen’s mind ever since. Surprisingly it was not the incestuous aspect that concerned her. Clare had been positively enthusiastic to make love to her mum, and had instigated some very lewd behaviour!

No, it was the lesbian aspect. Helen had never felt any sexual attraction to other women before. In fact she regarded herself as a strictly heterosexual cock loving mother of two! She loved the feeling of her husband’s fat cock stretching her pussy as he slipped slowly into her, and then revelled in the fullness she felt as he drove it in and out of her wet pussy. She also loved cum. Many women she knew hated the taste and feel of cum and avoided giving their partner a blow job if they could help it. Helen loved it. She greedily sucked on his cock, and made sure that when he did come the stringy jets of jizz landed on her face, and preferably in her mouth, where she savoured it, before swallowing it down.

However, she had now started to fantasise about women all the time, and in fact was becoming a little obsessed. She would see attractive women in the street and wonder; had they ever licked pussy; were they gay or straight; was their pussy shaved or hairy like hers? Where were these thoughts coming from, why now, and most importantly, why had it taken her so long to discover the delights of Sapphic love?

It was a warm sunny afternoon and Helen’s best friend Laura had come round for one of their regular coffee and chat sessions. Helen and Laura had first met in high school and become firm friends. They were inseparable as teenagers and had kept in close contact ever since. Laura was godmother to Helen’s daughter Clare, who always referred to her as Aunty Laura.

Helen and Laura were physically very similar — tall and slim with firm D cup breasts; the sort of figures that always attracted male attention. The only difference was their colouring. Helen was the typical English Rose with clear pale skin and long light brown hair. Laura, on the other hand had a long mane of fiery red hair, and typical of redheads, had a very light covering of freckles on her face, arms and upper body, which only served to enhance her overall attractiveness.

They were relaxing on the sofa chatting about nothing in particular when Laura suddenly said, “What’s the matter Helen?”

“Nothing,” she lied, “why do you say that?”

“You seem very distracted. What is it? Missing Martin already, not getting enough cock?” asked Laura. “Where has he gone by the way?”

“10 days in Dubai on business,” said Helen. “No, I’m fine, although I am going a little short!”

“When Dave used to go away I’d end up fucking myself with all sorts,” said Laura. “I used to go to bed early with a bottle of wine, and watch telly. I’d usually fall asleep, but when I woke up horny in the morning all I needed to do was reach for the empty bottle and give myself a really good fucking. It was lovely. I think the feel of cool smooth glass sliding in and out of a hot and horny pussy is exquisite.”

Helen laughed, “I know what you mean, I try all sorts, but mostly dildos or vibrators. However I ‘discovered’ the washing machine the other week. That was wonderful, we loved it.”

“We?” queried Laura.

Helen, realising her slip up, quickly said, “Me and my pussy.”

“Oh, I see,” said Laura in a suspicious tone, but said no more.

The 2 women were always completely open with each other, but their chats only occasionally turned to sex. Helen decided to take advantage of the current conversation to bring up the question she had been dying to ask, and the reason for her distraction that Laura had correctly noticed.

“Laura, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course,” said Laura, “and I’ll give you an honest answer if I can.”

“Have you ever been with another woman, you know, sexually?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, “quite a few over the years. Why, haven’t you?”

“It’s something I keep thinking about,” Helen lied again, “and wondered what it would be like”

“Well, I’m not exactly a lesbian, I love a good cock, but when I have been with a woman it has always been wonderful. Tender, loving, and the orgasms have usually been much better than with a man. We know what we like you see!”

“Wow, I’m quite shocked!” said Helen, taken aback. I didn’t think you’d be so open about it. How old were you when you first did it?”

“Eighteen,” replied Laura after a brief pause for thought.

“Oh God! gaziantep vip escort bayan We were nearly inseparable then,” said Helen, “and I never knew anything about it. Who was she?”

“I’d rather not say,” replied Laura.

“Why not? You can tell me.”

“No. It’s best if I don’t.”

“Why?” enquired Helen, “go on, I won’t say.” After a short pause Helen smiled, “Oh I get it now! I knew her, didn’t I?”

Laura’s silence was admission enough. “Was it Michelle?” said Helen. Laura shook her head. “Or Mary…. No, I bet it was Tasha, I did wonder about her,” Helen continued.

Laura had known Helen for too long and knew that she would not give up now until she told her. So she took a deep breath and said quietly, “It was Jane.”

“Jane? Jane who? We didn’t have any friends called Jane?” replied Helen in confusion.

Laura just looked at her expectantly, waiting for the information to sink in. Suddenly Helen’s eyes opened wide and she gasped, “Oh my God — Jane? My sister Jane? My elder sister Jane?”

Laura nodded sheepishly.

“You fucked my big sister? I just can’t believe it,” marvelled Helen.

“Well strictly speaking she fucked me first, but yes!”

“I’m stunned,” said Helen. “You’ve never struck me like that, and Jane certainly hasn’t. How did it all happen?”

“Well actually, it was because of you.”

“Me!” cried Helen. “Come on, you have to tell me now. This is unbelievable. Give me all the details now, if you can remember them.”

“Christ Helen, it was quite a momentous episode in my life, I can remember every detail like it was yesterday. To be honest it has been a burden keeping it a secret from you for nearly 25 years!

“If you really want to know I will tell you the whole story, but afterwards we need to figure out what to say to Jane, if anything, because I was sworn to secrecy.”

“No wonder,” remarked Helen. “No, I want to know the whole story — right now!”

“OK, it’ll take a while so relax and let me go through it…………………….”

It was a beautiful summer’s day and I was feeling great. Just turned 18 and dressed in a thin summer blouse and short cotton skirt, my freshly washed red mane flowing behind me. I actually felt quite attractive, not the slightly geeky ginger nut I usually saw in the mirror!

I skipped up your driveway and rang the doorbell. Jane answered. “Hi Jane, is Helen in?”

“No,” said Jane, “she’s spending the afternoon with Maggie.”

“Oh, of course she is, I forgot. No problem I’ll catch up with her again.” I looked up and realised Jane did not look herself. Her face was strained, and she looked like she might have been crying.

“Are you OK Jane, you don’t look yourself?”

“I’m fine it’s nothing, don’t worry.”

There then followed an awkward pause where Jane seemed to be thinking about whether or not she should close the door on me. I turned to leave and then Jane suddenly said, “Laura, do you have a minute?”

“Of course,” I replied, “I have the whole afternoon now I know Helen is not here.”

“Can you come in a moment; I want to ask you something?”

I entered the hall and Jane waved me into the living room. I felt slightly uncomfortable. Although Jane was less than 2 years older than us, I had always looked up to her, and admired her. She seemed far more refined, elegant, grown up, and just downright sexier than us. And now she was asking for my advice, how could I possibly help her?

I sat down on the sofa next to the lovely Jane. She seemed to be trying to phrase her words. After a pause she looked at me and said, “Has Helen said anything about me recently? Has she said anything about me acting weird towards her, or possibly spying on her?”

I didn’t need to think about the answer. “Good God, no,” I replied instantly. “She thinks you are wonderful. The best sister ever she tells me, and I know she loves you to pieces.”

Jane visibly relaxed. “Thanks Laura, that helps to make me feel better,” she said. “I don’t want to upset her.” After a pause she added quietly, “I love her too, perhaps too much, that is my problem.”

“Sorry Jane, you’ve lost me now. How can you love her too much, she’s your sister?”

Jane looked at me with a sad expression. “I’ve been having fantasies about her.”

“Fantasies? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

Jane looked at me as though I was some idiot child, sighed deeply and replied, “Sexual fantasies!”

“Oh my God!” I said, truly shocked. “How did these come about? That is, if you want to tell me?”

“I need to tell someone, I’m going mad. That’s why I asked you in. I feel I can’t cope with it on my own, but don’t know who to share it with. I may be making a mistake telling you, but I’ve started now…….

“2 to 3 weeks ago I wandered into mum and dad’s bedroom. Helen was having a shower in the en-suite bathroom, and we have a clear glass door on the shower gaziantep yabancı escort bayan cubicle. I had never realised before, but if the mirrored doors on the wardrobes are open at a specific angle then you get a perfect view of the shower.

“I walked into the bedroom to be confronted by the startling image of my naked sister showering. I was instantly captivated. As you may have noticed she has wonderful boobs. She was stood in the shower soaping her breasts and rubbing them gently over and over again in a circular fashion. Her hands were moving gently over her nipples, which were getting harder and harder. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My pussy was starting to get wet as I watched her. She then started to gently rub and pinch her nipples, gasping with the intense feelings. She continued to soap down her belly and into her pussy hair. I watched as she soaped her hair over and over again, and then started to rub the corner of the soap bar hard into her pussy. As I watched my own pussy got wetter and wetter and I started to rub my own breasts. Helen arched backwards in the shower pushing her crotch forward. I watched as she slowly inserted 2 fingers into her pussy and slowly began to fuck herself. My pussy became even wetter as I watched, and I could feel my own orgasm building quickly, just by watching her. Suddenly I could take no more and I rushed into my own room where I ripped my clothes off and finger fucked myself to a wonderful orgasm, while thinking about my lovely little sister. That was it, she now had me hooked!

“As the days passed I started to become familiar with Helen’s shower schedule and made sure I was always around to watch. I found I could lie on mum and dad’s bed to watch and still not be seen, as long as the bedroom light was off. I’d play with my breasts and pussy, while I watched little sis do the same. However as soon as Helen started to finger herself I then had to rush off to my own room to come hard whilst thinking about her, as I couldn’t trust myself not to scream.

“I became so familiar with her schedule that I’d strip naked and put on my silk gown just before she started to shower so that during and after her next inadvertent show I had easier access to my own breasts and cunt. Watching her really got my juices flowing, but I found that my fingers were just not enough to make me cum as quickly as I wanted to, so desperate was I. I’ve not got a dildo so I’ve started keeping an empty Coke bottle in my room. As my horny little sister frigs herself to orgasm in the shower I’m lying on my bed thrusting a Coke bottle in and out of my cunt, dreaming that it is Helen fucking me with a big fat dildo, until I come in a massive screaming orgasm. I then lick my own juices off the bottle neck and pretend it is her juices that I’m tasting.

“How sick is that?” Jane finally screamed, before bursting into floods of tears.

The older Laura paused her story telling and looked at Helen.

“My God,” said Helen, “she really was watching me. For a period when I was 18 that was my sex life. I’d massage my tits until the nipples were really hard and sensitive, and then rub my clit with the hard soap bar until I felt that lovely tingling feeling in my feet and groin. I worked out that if I lent backwards and thrust my pussy forward I could get the shower jet to hit right on top of my clit. The feelings were exquisite, and almost unbearable, but if I then fingered myself at the same time I was guaranteed a wonderful orgasm. I would thrust my fingers in and out, locking my knees to prevent my legs collapsing, until I was hit by a series of orgasms. I could feel my warm juices running down my thighs until they mingled with the warm water and were washed down the drain. If only Jane had seen that, it would have driven her mad!”

“You were driving her mad anyway,” replied Laura.

“Is that it?” asked Helen. “Is that all the story? You said you made love to one another.”

“God, no!” replied Laura, “that was only the start. Let me continue…….”

I really didn’t know what to do. I was so far out of my comfort zone it was untrue. However I really wanted to help Jane, as I could see she was suffering. I took hold of Jane’s hand and squeezed gently. She squeezed back and looked into my eyes.

“I just don’t know what to do Laura,” she wailed.

I decided to take a logical approach and after a moment I said, “What do you actually want to do?”

Jane just stared at me incredulously.

“What do I want to do? What sort of damn fool question is that?”

“I’m sorry Jane, I’m just trying to help. If we sort out what you want, and then what you can actually do, we may find a solution, a compromise.”

“Should I tell you what I want to do?” Jane said rather scornfully. I nodded.

“I want to be waiting when Helen comes home from college. As she walks through the door I want to take her in my arms and give her a loving kiss. I’ll then lead her gaziantep yaşlı escort bayan to my room. I’ll tenderly remove her blouse and skirt, and feast my eyes on her beautiful young body dressed only in bra and pants.

“I’ll put my arms around her, and kiss her deeply on the lips. I’ll then kiss slowly down her neck and across the tops of her breasts as I carefully undo her bra. As I remove her bra and discard it on the floor I’ll begin to caress and kiss all of her breasts. I’ll kiss her nipple, and take it in my mouth, licking and gently sucking until it becomes hard and distended, and ever so sensitive. I’ll continue sucking, and start nibbling it gently until the sensations make her squirm with pleasure. I’ll switch the attention of my lips and tongue to her other nipple, but keep the first one nice and hard by gently rubbing and pinching it with my fingers.

“Once she is moaning with pleasure I’ll move my hand over her belly and onto her panties, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy. After letting my hand caress her mound for a few minutes I will kneel before her and slowly slip her knickers down, burying my nose in her fur as it reveals itself, breathing in her intoxicating musky smell.

“As her panties fall to her ankles I’ll push my lips into her soft brown fur, kissing and nuzzling her pussy. I stand up, put my hands on her shoulders and press her gently to sit and then lie on my bed. I remove her knickers completely and gently spread her legs to reveal her virgin pussy lips. I start to gently kiss her inner thighs, slowly moving up until I start to kiss her pussy lips, moving up one side, across her clit, and then back down the other. Her lips open up to me like a flower as she becomes more and more aroused by her sister’s love making. I gently kiss her love hole tasting her juices as I slip the tip of my tongue into her beautiful cunt. My tongue moves up to her tiny clit, and I lick and kiss it, feeling it getting bigger and harder under my lips. Helen is moaning now, loving what I am doing to her. I rub my fingers around the entrance to her vagina to make them nice and moist as I tenderly slip one finger inside her. She moans and writhes at my touch.

“As she gets moister I insert another finger and start to slip them both in and out as I kiss, suck and nibble on her clit. Helen is approaching her orgasm, I can feel the walls of her vagina grabbing my fingers, she starts to gasp and tremble as I hit particularly sensitive spots. She begs me to fuck her harder, and I oblige. My fingers are moving faster now and my clit licking is more intense. Helen’s body starts to buck and writhe as her release approaches. I continue relentlessly, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight sloppy cunt and my tongue and teeth flicking her highly sensitive clit. Helen is gasping and moaning and can no longer lie still. All at once she tenses up, her body nearly vibrating, and then with an ecstatic scream her orgasm erupts and she goes over the edge. She comes hard, her juices, my own little sister’s juices, covering my hand and face, and spraying into my open and willing mouth. I drink them down greedily.

“That’s what I want to do!” Jane concluded quietly, slightly embarrassed by getting so carried away with her description.

A slightly breathless silence ensued. After her graphic outburst my own pussy was throbbing, and my panties were soaked.

“OK,” I said huskily, “what do you think you can do?”

Jane stared at me with wild eyes, and then physically growled. I was instantly afraid; I thought she was going to attack me.

“FUCKING NOTHING!” she screamed wildly. “She’s my little sister for fuck’s sake. There’s no way I could seduce her. She’d think I was some kind of pervert.” She was gasping for breath.

“But you’re torturing yourself,” I pointed out. “You can’t carry on like this; you’ll have a nervous breakdown.”

“I know, I know,” she said, slightly calmer now, but ever so sad. “I think I’m destined to die of extreme sexual frustration. My whole body feels like a coiled spring with no sign of release.” She paused, and then said softly, “What a fucking mess!” Jane fell silent and began to sob softly to herself.

I just sat their completely paralysed by my conflicting emotions: I was so incredibly horny after she had described what she wanted to do to your body a large part of me just wanted to rip my own knickers off and masturbate violently with the biggest, fattest phallic object I could lay my hand on!

Another part of me was desperate to help Jane find a solution to her problem, and so find inner peace, and be able to get on with her life.

The final part of me was insanely jealous of you. I could scarcely believe the depth and intensity of Jane’s feeling for you, both the lust and the love. I desperately wanted another human being to feel so deeply about me, as she did about you. Silly I know, but that’s how it was.

How could I help? As the silence between us lengthened I was wracking my brains. All of a sudden a crazy idea came to me completely out of the blue. I initially dismissed it, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. It might just work.

“Jane?” I said. She looked up at me. “I’ve just had an idea. You may think it mad, but please just listen.”

Jane looked at me and smiled, “I doubt you can help me, but thanks for trying,” she said sadly.

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The moist warmth enveloping my toes upon my awakening was too obvious not to notice. I knew he couldn’t still be beneath the covers, as I could hear him once again rushing around the kitchen. My curiosity got the better of me, and I gently threw the corner of the sheet away to reveal a peculiar wet patch surrounding my feet.

“What the fuck,” I almost screamed, knowing immediately what this wet patch actually was.

I assumed that he must have used my feet to help him get off while I was sleeping, but this realisation didn’t detract from the shock the sight instilled.

However, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I simply couldn’t bring myself to be angry with him. I knew what he’d done, and I definitely didn’t expect or demand it, yet any sense of disgust contained within me was almost immediately overpowered by uncontrollable arousal.

I stared at the spectacle for a while, at a complete loss for words or actions. I pondered whether or not to question him about it, torn between scolding him for his disobedience, or ignoring the event in hopes of experiencing it again in the future.

Eventually, I decided to compromise. I had decided that I would let him know that I knew, without doing so in a way that might discourage him.

I didn’t bother putting on any footwear as I made my way from my bedroom to the kitchen, all the while my mind racing as I tried to determine just how much of this supposed punishment he was secretly enjoying.

My suspicions only became stronger when I was greeted with the sight of beans and eggs on toast; food that he knew full well would make me gassy.

“Morning, mistress,” he suddenly called, literally dropping everything as he hurried towards me.

His hands were cupped tightly behind his back, and his cheeks quickly began to glow bright red. His eyes darted around the room, unable to remain focused on anything for more than a few seconds. He was trying as hard as he possibly could to remain calm, but it was clear that he was attempting to hide something from me. Little did he know, I was already fully aware.

“Did you sleep well,” he managed to splutter in between his frantic glances at my feet, still lined with the evidence of his previous excitement.

I decided I would humour him for now, and slowly made my way to the dining table.

“Yes I did, actually. The rhythmic movements of your tongue deep in my asshole were more than enough to send me off!”

I noticed his eyes widen slightly as a small peak began to form under his shorts. I did not react, instead making a mental note of it as I took a seat.

“Any particular reason you chose to make this for breakfast,” I asked as he carefully set the plate down in front of me.

He paused, obviously attempting to come up with some sort of excuse. I gaziantep yavuzeli escort bayan was still unsure of his exact reasons for his sudden obedience, but I could tell that he didn’t want me to find out what they were.

“You’ve been having a lot a vegetables and dry food lately, so I thought I’d make you something a little… You know…”

“Moist,” I interrupted, smirking subtly as I picked up the cutlery.

“That’s one way to put it, I guess,” he hastily replied, moving his hands down to block what was now his fully grown member.

Again, I pretended not to notice, choosing instead to begin eating. I had only eaten around half of one of the eggs when I noticed him staring intently at my feet with a worried expression on his face. I hadn’t planned on bringing it up until later, but this seemed like as good a time as any.

“While we’re on the topic,” I began, his eyes swiftly refocusing on my face, “There was one part of your worship last night that didn’t entirely satisfy me.”

He simply shot me an inquisitive look, trying desperately to keep the blatant disappointment he felt from poking out.

“You cleaned my ass perfectly, but my feet still seem to be strangely damp. Couldn’t you handle that much of your sister’s sweat, bro?”

I was playing dumb, and he knew it. His anxious expression faced slowly from his face, instead revealing one of guilt. He was now staring me right in the eye, though his hands were still firmly cupped around his bulge.

“I’m sorry, mistress,” he whispered, his eyes began to tear up.

My compassionate side took over, and my face also changed, replacing a stern glare with a warm smile. He noticed this, and immediately fell back into a state of embarrassment.

“Did you have fun,” I giggled playfully, gently swinging my are feet back and forth beneath the table.

He nodded shyly, unsure of whether or not I was mad at him.

“Well that’s good,” I continued, “But now my feet are all messy again…”

Upon hearing this, he wasted no time kneeling beneath the table, eagerly shoving my toes into his mouth and sucking enthusiastically as his own semen slid down his throat. I returned to my meal as he diligently cleaned the bottoms of my feet with his tongue, pausing every so often to sniff deeply, despite the lack of any real scent.

Though my feet were clean several minutes before I finished my eating, he remained under the table, licking and sucking the whole time. It was only upon hearing the clang of the fork against the plate that he rose from his position and stood upright to follow me into the living room.

“I’m not saying you did something wrong,” I suddenly spoke, “But make sure you clean up after yourself immediately next time, gaziantep yeni escort bayan alright?”

The cheery tone in my voice banished his suspicions of my anger, which took his embarrassment along with it to leave nothing but a sheepish smile and a quiet nod.

It was at this moment that I began to understand my brother’s intentions, but this realisation was quickly overpowered by the sudden odour that began to fill the room.

“Want me lie down again,” he asked jokingly, seemingly much more relaxed after the resolution of his impromptu footjob.

Despite the jokey attitude, I could tell us was still being somewhat sincere with his question. Curiosly, however, the beans and eggs hadn’t yet had enough time to conjure my brother’s breakfast. Instead, the smell seemed to be coming from my armpits.

All the radiators in the house were on almost all the time due to the winter cold, so the room was more than humid enough for the rank stench to reach my brother’s nose.

“I’m not gassy just yet,” I replied, “This smell is coming from my armpits!”

I lifted my right arm and the smell immediately seemed to worsen.

“I suppose it makes sense,” I went on, “After all, you never did clean my armpits after I went to the gym yesterday, and I still haven’t found time to shower since then!”

“Shall I make up for it now, mistress,” he asked bluntly, only slightly catching me off guard.

“Not before you savour the stink,” came the reply.

With that, he sat next to me and plunged his face into my exposed pit, breathing deeply as the hot, wet scent practically swam into his nostrils. Regardless of this, he didn’t stop or shiver even once when he slowly began to poke the sweaty skin with his tongue. Seconds later, he was slurping it down like a dog, seemingly enjoying the bitter taste.

It took a few minutes, but he eventually finished both armpits, wiping the remaining sweat off of his lips with his own shirt. Neither of us had spoken during the exchange, but he knew I was satisfied when he saw me grinning sweetly at him from above. I stood and beckoned for him to follow me upstairs, leading him back to my bedroom.

As soon as he entered the room I dropped my underwear to the floor and turned away from him, spreading my ass wide so he could see the new layer of sweat that had formed inside it. Without hesitation, he licked his lips, gazing confidently at my wet asshole as it slowly inflated and deflated in rhythm with my breathing.

It wasn’t long before he was greeted by a familiar sound, and leapt enthusiastically into the bed with a small, yet poorly-consealed, smile on his face. My stomach groaned once more as I carefully took a seat on his face, immediately letting loose on his gaziantep zayıf escort bayan nose. He sniffed intently, breathing in all the pungent gas that came squirting from my anus.

He willingly cupped his mouth around my asshole as a putrid wet fart erupted, floating swiftly to his lungs. Not long afterwards, we was hungrily lapping the sweat from my asshole with his tongue, pushing deep inside every once in a while and skilfully eating my ass as more farts of various lengths, volumes, strengths, and wetness thundered down his throat.

He worshiped my ass at such a pace that he’d completely emptied my stomach in just half an hour, with nothing remaining except the thick, slimy logs that had formed from the eggs and toast. I decided not to push them into his mouth out of fear that he’d become difficult to manipulate in the future, instead lifting myself from his dampened face and rotating to look him in the eye, my pussy dripping mere inches from his quivering lips.

“Hungry, weren’t you,” I teased, tapping him playfully on the nose and winking at him.

“I’ve been skipping out on meals, just so I can better serve you, sis,” he admitted, turning his head to the side upon seeing my worried expression above him.

“I don’t want you to do that,” I responded strictly.

“You know full well you’ll die if you eat nothing but my ass and farts, even if it does please me.”

I could sense that the mood was slowly dying as he looked back at me with his guilty face reborn.

“Besides,” I started with a cute smile, “Who would ever be able to replace you?”

He began to smile back at me upon hearing this, though I was a little worried that I’d spoken a little too affectionately.

“Have you at least been drinking,” I enquired, a devilish idea forming in my mind.

“Only your sweat, mistress,” he answered.

My fear that the atmosphere was becoming too serious was getting the better of me, so I took the first chance I saw to wind it back down a little.

“Open up.”

He raised an eyebrow as he cautiously widened his mouth, vibrating slightly beneath me as he tried to imagine what I might do.

Without warning, a hot stream of piss flooded into his gaping mouth, causing his eyes to widen once more and his body to shiver momentarily. Despite this, however, he did not close his mouth, signalling to me that he was comfortable with this new role. Though his face was peppered with a few droplets of yellow urine, most of it was safely caught in his mouth and swallowed.

After finishing, I sat down on his waist as he took a few moments gasp for air before glancing up at me.

“Good boy,” I praised.

His excitement was all too apparent as I felt a firm pulsation beneath me. My face shone bright pink and his soon followed. We stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he gently pushed me away and ran to his room, locking the door behind him.

I was left alone to reflect on what had just happened, and I began to question what our relationship had become. This was supposed to be a playful bit of S&M, but that certainly didn’t feel like I was his mistress, or that he was my slave.

It felt as if we were lovers…

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When I was a teen my older sister Molly and me, Dale, were always arguing about something. Anything I did was wrong and she ran to tell mom or dad the first chance she got about it. Molly was always spying on me and no matter what I said or did; I was the one in the wrong. I didn’t hate my sister, but I sure didn’t like her either.

In my senior year at school I was eighteen. I was helping a friend with his old Chevy. I had the hood opened and was bent over the fender when a radiator hose burst. My face and top of both hands were scalded. I was taken to the hospital where I was admitted to the burn unit. I stayed until my skin had peeled off, leaving a very red and very scarred face. They had ointments and bandages covering everything but my eyes and a small opening for my mouth and another for my nose. I was to get the bandages off just a month before graduation from high school.

My girl friend dropped me when she saw my scarred and swollen face. I was felt like I had lost everything. The doctors said in time I would heal and have a few visible scars, but nothing hideous. That didn’t mean crap to me then. I was going to miss all the graduation parties and even prom night. Molly was pissed at my girlfriend for dumping me and had a plan to cheer me up.

“Dale, you’re going to the prom! I will be your date that night.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Molly doing something nice for me? I know going to a prom with your sister is dorky and only a loser would even consider it, but it was the nicest thing ever said to me. There I was, cracked lips, a red swollen nose, a face from a horror movie, and my sister was still willing to be my date.

Tears were dripping down my face as I asked Molly if she really meant it.

Molly said, “Yes, I want to be your date. I will dress up and be as pretty as I can be, and you will look fine too. I’ll use some make up tips I know and you won’t believe gaziantep ucuz escort bayan your eyes.”

The day of the prom Molly sat me in a chair. She had all kinds of bottles and brushes on a table next to her. She worked on me for three hours, finally bringing out a mirror and letting me look at her work. I was amazed. All the redness was gone. She had blended in some coloring and my nose looked almost normal. Even my lips looked normal or even better, as they looked kind of in a pucker. “Molly, you did magic on my face!”

I went upstairs to put on my tux while Molly was dressing. I stood in front of the mirror not believing my eyes. Molly had me looking handsome, maybe even sexy. I wanted my ex to see me now.

Molly was waiting for me in the living room. She was a vision. I would have whistled at her if I could. “Molly, you’re beautiful. I mean really beautiful.”

“We’ll show them. I want you to treat me just like a real date. I don’t care if they know I’m your sister or not. I plan on us both having a prom night we’ll never forget.”

Molly drove us to the prom. The stares and giggles didn’t last long. My ex even asked me to dance, I told her no thanks. Molly and I danced and laughed. I was having a better time with my sister than I ever had with any other girl. Molly was funny, smart, and even sexy. She was at my side constantly, always holding on to my hand or arm. It was like your dream date. She listened to my every word and paid all her attention to me. She made me fell important.

“Molly, where have you been all my life?” I asked.

“Right here Dale. I have always been here for you. It’s just that you didn’t know it.” Molly whispered.

Was it just the moment, or because of the pain I had been through? I fell in love with Molly, my sister, my tormenter, and now my most tender love. I wanted gaziantep ukraynalı escort bayan this night, this feeling to never end. Molly was looking into my eyes, peering into my soul, reading my every thought. We were one, for a few seconds.

Molly asked if we could leave and as much as I wanted to keep the moment alive, I told her sure, we could leave. When we were inside the car, Molly leaned over and very gently kissed my lips. Without saying anything she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We were half way to the house when Molly made a right hand turn and headed away from home. At first I thought she was just riding around, but we were heading towards the interstate highway.

“Molly, where are we going?”

Don’t worry, I promised you a prom night you would always remember.”

Molly pulled the car into a motel parking lot, got out and went inside the office. She came back out a few minutes later and drove to the back of the

furthermost building. I thought maybe there was private party going on, but the rooms were all dark.

“Molly, are we going to a party?” I asked.

“We are the party!” She answered, as she opened the door and turned on a small light next to the bed.

“Molly, I don’t understand.”

“Dale, I’m going to try and make up for all the torture I put you through. I want you to do everything and anything you can think of to me. I want you to do all of your sexual fantasies tonight, with me.” She was stripping her clothes off and I was anticipating the sight that was about to be presented to me. I was dumbstruck as the beautiful figure stood in front of me, as though she was waiting for inspection.

“Molly, I can do what I want?”

“Anything, Dale. This is all for you.”

I peeled my tux off in a flash. I hadn’t had sex for a very long gaziantep üniversiteli escort bayan time and I was ready now. I couldn’t use my mouth or lips because of the soreness and my hands felt like I was wearing gloves, but my cock was fine. Molly spread her legs and I plunged in. What a sweet pussy it was. Molly lifted her ass and bucked into my cock hard. I came fast, Molly was still humping. I took a very short rest and played with her small but firm tits. Hard again, I bent her over and fucked her ass. I came again. I took another short rest and hard again.

Molly was on her back, her legs spread. I speared her cunt and pounded her ass into the bed. I was loving every sound, every drop of sweat, every shudder she made. I was now giving her the orgasms. I was driving my cock as deep as possible and fucked her hard. Every time I came, I was as deep in her cunt or ass as possible, filling her with my sperm. We fucked all night and even into the morning. No sleep was gotten by either of us. I wanted to fuck my dick off. I wanted us both to remember tonight.

Checkout time was eleven o’clock and we just made it after a fast shower. My dick was a little sore and was dragging. I though maybe I did fuck it off. Molly was a little sore, but said it was a good soreness.

On the way home I was worried about what we would tell our parents, but Molly had that taken care of. She had told our parents that there were sure to be parties all night and not to worry if we didn’t get home until the next day. I told Molly I had the best of everything last night. Molly was all smiles. I wondered what else she had planned.

“Dale, you were very good in bed, but I made a mistake last night. I forgot about you not being able to use your mouth and hands. I told you, anything and everything. So I’ll give you a rain check and I will be very glad to do it right next time.” Molly had a twinkle in her eyes when she finished.

This all happened almost six years ago. Molly and I never fought again. We did have sex again and are still fucking like rabbits. We live close, but not together, small town you know. Neither Molly nor I have gotten serious with anyone else, and only date to keep appearances up. Most times you’ll find us in bed together, sometimes my place, sometimes her place, and sometimes that same motel, same room.

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Just a week into my first year of college, I had already settled into my sister’s two bedroom apartment. She was in her second year, and had agreed to let me stay with her if we split all of the bills and I didn’t bother her.

One night, after going to a party with some friends, I come home to find her already asleep in her room. She looks like an angel; the light from the living room illuminating her beautiful face, rich brown hair, and rosy red lips.

I walk over to the side of her bed and softly kiss her warm cheek, gently brushing the hair from her face with my hand. I lightly lick her moist lips, the taste of her sweet in my mouth, the aroma of her perfume filling me with lust. I couldn’t help myself: I slowly pull her blankets off to unveil her heavenly body, wearing only a white T-shirt with no bra, vibrant pink panties, and little white ankle-high socks.

I run my hands up and down her smooth, lightly tanned legs, my little one bulging in my pants. She moves her right arm to rest on her stomach, startling me.

I regain my composure and kneel at the end of her bed, cautiously pulling off her socks and placing them on the floor. I admire the smooth skin of her angelic feet with my hands, her perfect arches, her lovely gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan toes painted dark red. I repeatedly lick her heels up her arches to her toes, being careful not to tickle her. I unzip my pants and pull them off quietly, tossing them on the floor and kneeling down again. I slowly stroke my throbbing cock with my hand, sucking on her gorgeous toes and holding her foot with my left hand.

I stand up and hold the sides of her feet, putting my hard shaft in between her arches before pushing her feet together. I slowly pump my swollen member between her feet, being careful not to move her, my dick enjoying her silky smooth skin. I was so turned on I was reaching orgasm exceptionally quick.

I carefully bend her knees slightly upward, placing her feet flat on the bed, holding her legs in place with my left hand. I rapidly stroke my engorged member, biting my lip as a tingling sensation flows through my body. I squeeze the base of my cock as I shoot warm cum on the tops of her precious feet, tilting back slightly to get some on her toes. I rub my semen all over her feet with the tip of my penis until the swelling subsides.

I straighten out her legs gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan and sneak off to the bathroom, returning with a small towel. I gently wipe my juice from her feet, placing the towel down beside the bed before I slip her socks back on.

I stand beside the bed and slowly pull her panties down to her knees, marveling at her magnificent vagina. I tenderly stroke her neatly trimmed pubic hair with my fingers, then lightly touch the inside of her thighs. I lean over and lovingly kiss her sexy pussy lips, feeling her twitch slightly. I run my tongue along her vagina up through her short brown hair, savoring the sweet taste.

I move her arm to the side and lift her shirt up past her chest, revealing her unbelievable breasts, the perfect size and shape. I gently touch both of her boobs, her soft skin heaven in my hands. I cover her tits in short kisses, licking her petit points as my penis grows erect. Her nipples stand to attention, either due to arousal or being cold. I tenderly suck on them, mindful of not using my teeth or sucking too hard.

I stand up and rub the tip of my cock in circles on her left nipple, holding her limp hand gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan by her hip. I eagerly stroke my shaft, feeling her supple breasts in my palm.

I turn her head toward me, running my fingers through her hair as I rub the tip of my dick on her plump lips, her warm breath tickling the head of my cock. I gently open her mouth wide, putting my right hand under her cheek as I slowly put the head of my penis in her mouth. Her tongue feels amazing on my dick as I carefully move my cock around in her mouth, brushing up against her teeth and the inside of her cheek. I stroke my shaft, my head still in her mouth, growing closer and closer to orgasm.

I pull out and move beside her chest, my mushroom glistening with her saliva. I grab her left hand, holding her palm as I suck on her pretty fingers. I wrap her hand around my cock, holding her fingers tight with my left hand while I hold her wrist, slowly moving it back and forth down my shaft, struggling to stop myself from making noise. I squeeze her hand around my shaft, my cock spasming in her warm hand as I ejaculate onto her left tit, the euphoria of orgasm taking my breath away. I go limp in her hand before letting go, placing her arm at her side.

I grab the towel and carefully wipe off her breast, pulling her shirt back down. I passionately kiss her pussy lips before slipping her panties back up, and gently putting the blankets back over her. I grab my pants and put them back on, then I give her a nice kiss on her forehead.

“I love you Kayli,” I whisper in her ear before I leave her room. I throw the towel in the laundry basket and go to bed, smiling as I fall asleep.

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