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  1. Hot, sunny day and crystal clear sea infront of a beautiful sandy beach. A perfect, relaxing vacation for me and my mum. We were lying on the beach, just resting. Mom was almost asleep, and I was a bit bored, playing with my phone. I scrolled some messages, and came to a conversation with my best friend. I smiled as I read how he was trying to convince me few days ago that ''my sexy mum surely isn't alone, and that she has to date someone'' and even nastier, that ''she isn't telling me ofcourse, but surely some guy is plowing her twat every day, she's too hot to be left alone like this, it would be a shame..'' I looked to my left and I kinda understood why my friends are so crazy about her. She really is still a babe, that can easily compete with girls half her age. Her fit figure and almost flat belly, with just little extra fat here or there doesn't reveal her 38 years of age in any way. I kept analyzing her like a woman for the first time, her legs and butt was just as fit too, with little cellulite here or there, that she got after she gave birth to me, her breasts are still looking good, they just have few stretchmarks from containing milk and breastfeeding ofcourse - and those things are just the ones that make moms even sexier for some. I started to feel almost proud, that I have such a good looking mom. It crossed my mind how my friends would kill for being here with us now, to have my mum on display like that. Should I take a photo and send it to them ?... Nah, no way ! My teenage dreaming was interrupted by my mom's moan: ''Uhh..Mm, honey ?'' ''Yeah, mom..'' ''Oh, you're here.. God, I almost fell asleep here already. Could you please put some sun cream on my back for me?'' ''Sure.'' I took cream, and leaned over her. I rubbed all her back slowly with that moisty sun cream on my hands, and started to wonder again.. How many men that I know, would like to touch her, caress her like that (okay, and ofcourse much more). Not just my friends, but other, older guys, too ofcourse. I heard so many comments on her, more than i can count, so surely, a lot of them. And a lot of them tried, too, but noone succeeded. My mom is single, and she didn't wanted to let anyone near. I thought about my friend's words, that it would be a shame for a woman like that to live without having fun.. Well, I had to admit, that he was right.. Surely, she has her needs too. When we talk about that, she always says she isn't ready for a relationship yet, and that's all. I know that she's worried about what would I think about her, if she would go out with guys also. But wait.. Why she couldn't just have some fun.. Like a teen, maybe something without string attached. She's single and hot, I'm not an obstacle.. Why not ? Could I handle looking at her with a man, though ? It's one thing in my mind, but another in reality.. I mean, we were living alone since ever, and we're more like friends than a mom and son, we trust each other, and can discuss everything... I know every inch of her lovely body, also, her smell, those little details about what she likes or hates.. Those things are only known to me. That made me feel privileged, despite I'm her son - I'm still the only man alive, despite how many tried, that saw this sexy woman naked and touched her skin in the last 17 years ! These thoughts almost made me burst in laugh actually, but I was getting amused by my thinking also. Well, what else could you expect from an 18 year-old teen. Is it right, man... I shouldn't be thinking like this ! .. But, still... could I handle that suddenly someone else would get to see and touch her, too, in reality ? Could I ? ''Mum.. I'm done. '' ''Thanks, sweetheart !'' I smiled, looking at her and said ''Uh, look at you...'' ''What ?'' ''You're such a beautiful girl, mum. I noticed some guys checking you out, and as soon as I looked towards them, they all stopped looking instantly. They probably think i'm your boyfriend, not your son !'' We both burst in laugh, and mum gladly accepted my compliment ''Ah, honey, you're too sweet ! I don't think they were checking an old lady out, they probably looked at that girl there'', she meant a girl, 25-27 years old, that was suntanning topless few meters away. ''Oh come on mum ! Now, look at her.. She's atleast 10 years younger than you and probably didn't breastfeeded yet.. And you still have better looking breasts than her.'' She gave me that sexy look, like only an experienced woman can, when she's trying to be a lady and make you feel like you're talking is not appropriate, rude, ''Oh, my.. ! '' ''Ha ha, you asked for it !.. And by the way, I think beach is empty enough for you to suntann topless as well, you mentioned you'd liked to.'' Mum enjoyed suntanning topless, but not in a crowded area ofcourse. Though, I really wasn't dirty minded, I just remembered she likes to do it. ''Nah, I rather won't. If they were really checking me out, you'll be ashamed of your ''girlfriend'', when they see my breasts, all affected by gravity, then they'll surely rather start looking at that girl there.'' We were used to laugh while having those flirty conversations, but it always ended like this, and now it wasn't any different. I rolled my eyes and went to get us some drinks. When I returned, I found mum topless finally. I sat down next to her, gave her drinks, she thanked me, and we were quiet, just enjoying ourselves. ''Uhm.. Do you really mean what you said before?'', asked mum. ''What ? '' ''You know, do I really look better than that girl there.'' ''Yes, ofcourse ! You do look way better, I mean, just look at yourself. Even my friends check you out !'' She rolled her eyes as she wasn't comfortable with that, but she was very glad and proud, I noticed, and she finally believed my compliments. ''It's really a shame for a woman like you, to be alone.'', I seized my chance, ''Why couldn't you have some fun with guys ? I mean, you wouldn't need to get involved too much, just for fun. You're single, good looking, and I'm just okay with it !'' ''Come on, you'd be bothered by it for sure.. Just imagine looking at me, being wrapped around a man who just has fun with me, he wouldn't be your stepfather.. You'd be disgusted !'' Actually, this thought did just the opposite, it suddenly made me horny when I tried to imagine that. ''No way mum, I'm really okay with it. Trust me !'' She gave me a questionable look, but accepted it after some more convincing, and said she promise she'll be more open for guys from now on. I'm aware that she has to have some needs also, everyone has them.. She has such a flirty personality, good looks, and all and I was sure, that if she'll keep her promise, it won't be long until I won't be the only guy to see her naked anymore. I couldn't be more right. We always went on vacations to the same place, a nice, cozy apartment not far away from beach. In this time we got familiar with the owner, around 50 years old man, who lived alone after his wife died in the building next to this apartment. The man was always cheerful and very nice, so we were both comfortable around him. He often took us for a ride with his boat either. That day, we went from the beach at evening, and he just arrived with his boat. He invited us for a drink, and there, he asked if we'd like to join him tomorrow. He planned a trip by the coasts nearby. Me and mum got up early in the morning, made some coffee, and soon Carl, the owner, showed up. ''Hey guys, you ready ?'' ''Ofcourse, let's do it!'' We went to the boat, and sailed off. We really enjoyed ourselves, laughed a lot. The man was experienced, and had a lot to tell about his life, so it was interesting to listen to his stories. That's where I got an idea.. Probably he knows how to ''take care'' of a woman.. Could he ''start my mum up'' again ? We anchored near a beach, and swimmed to a beach bar there, to take a short break. After some time, my mum stood up and went to the toilets. She was sitting next to me, and went back, and I noticed Carl starring at her butt as she went. I took advantage of it, and smiled, '' What are you looking at ?'' ''Oh... I'm so sorry,'' he was embarrased, and started smiling, ''.. But you can't blame me, your mum probably can make anyone go crazy. You must watch out for her, she's really a good woman. You're very lucky.'' '' No need to say sorry, I understand you completely, and I really don't mind.'' I told him about our conversation yesterday, and explained everything about our relationship, how we can trust each other everything and so on. ''.. So, I won't mind even if you try to have some fun with her.. Really, I know you like her, and I'm sure you're a decent man, so.. Well, be my guest !'' ''What, really ?! I appreciate this so much, but I don't know.. I'd really feel uncomfortable I think, it just isn't fair for you..'' ''Don't worry about it.'' Mum returned and we sailed on. We went to a beautiful beach in a secluded place, we were alone there. We were lying on the beach, suntanning again, and Carl went swimming after some time. ''Well, here's the perfect place if you want to suntann topless or something..'', I started innocently. ''Come on, are you nuts ? I can't infront of him, I already let him go too far !''. He was trying to flirt with her before, but not infront of me, though he grabs every chance to sit very near to her and to touch her. ''Why are you so shy ? Mum, be a good girl and let him atleast enjoy the view !'' Mum looked at me like she's angry at me, and we burst in laugh. Carl came back to the beach, and said he remembered that we forgot to take any drinks with us. I offered to take the boat and go to the bar to buy some. He ofcourse said yes, and I stood up, got ready and went, and as I passed him, I blinked him - he was still embarrased, but smiled and blinked back. My mind was racing as I sailed towards the bar. Could this man be the one to nail my mum after so many years ? Could he be the first one now to use her cunt ? Well, she definitely still has a lot to show. As much as I was fighting this thought, I was still thinking how cool it would be to find them in the middle of fucking as I returned. But, luckily, that didn't happened, so I didn't had to fight myself anymore. They were on the beach, dressed.. Oh, wait ! Not completely, mum was topless ! Well, that was a good sign.. I came to the beach with drinks, and I liked what I saw. They were sitting next to each other very close, and both smiling. I saw a sparkle in my mum's eyes, the kind that I didn't see for ages.. She just looked... Happy ! ''Hello, guys. Here are the drinks.'' ''Thanks !'', they responded. I smiled and looked them both, and they smiled back. Mum rolled her eyes, ''What ?! Yes, okay, we did it !'' We laughed like crazy, I said ''Good, good. That's what I wanted to hear !'' Carl looked at me, winked and whispered thank you so much, as we went to play with the ball in the water. In the water, mum was sooo much more playful than before, she let Carl play with her and during playing, touching her everywhere, just a bit discretely, and we were really having a good time. I had a hard on most of the time, and I was really worried that they would notice it on the beach, but luckily they didn't. I couldn't imagine how ashamed I would be, if they found out about my new ''fetish'' - seeing my mum screwed by another guy ! I fought it, but I was helpless... Mum was much happier, much more playful after this.. And because of that even sexier. And, I got to see another man touching her, the first one except me, after so many years.. I just couldn't help myself, it turned me on. As we went home, Carl screwed around and kissed her the whole time, though she stopped him as soon as he wanted to touch her breasts or carressed her thighs too much - she was embarrased infront of me. We went home, said good bye. I went in the apartment, mum and Carl stayed out for a few more minutes, kissing, and then they wished each other Good night. Mum came in, and she immediately started: ''Oh god, honey, I'm so sorry ! Yes, I know you ''planned'' this, but I shouldn't, I'm such a worthless slut and a disgusting mother !'' This went on and on, until I started laughing, and said, ''Mum, don't worry. It's okay, I'm totally okay with it. I'm very happy that you finally done something like that, and I'll be more than glad if you continue doing it, every day with another man if you'd want, and it won't bother me !'' , I continued, ''Please, you're the best mum. Look at you, you're another person now, way more happy and all cheerful.. You need this, trust me !'' She almost cried already, but now she calmed down, ''Honey, you're so sweet ! I don't know how can I thank you, for such understanding.. You're right, it is kinda fun, but really, it would bother you if I kept doing this.. I better stop it, this was cool, but no, I can't afford this.'' Well, the next day, we were on the beach and Carl invited HER to the boat, alone.. After some convincing, she still went. I looked at them as they went to the boat - he was holding his hand on her butt all the time, and even stopped infront of his friends like that. Mum played nice, and was cheerful and flirty like always, and the situation turned me on like hell. Looking at her, with a man's hand like this on her ass.. That was really something new to me.. And that scent she got yesterday at the beach.. Wow, I know how she smells like for so long, but that smell of sex on her.. Let's say it suits her very well. She's made for it. Made for men to enjoy ! This continued for few more days. Mum got used to it, and almost completely lost the bad feeling she had about it, and we were having a great time. One evening, I went to the toilet in our apartment, and she was infront of the mirror, just taking her pill. I knew she's on the pills, but I had to tease her. ''Oh, you're on the pills.. So, that means he can come in you, huh ?'', with an evil grin on my face. ''Oh come on !'', she rolled her eyes, ''Yes I am on the pill, but he doesn't come in me !'' ''Wow.. Where does he cum then.. Do you swallow it, mum, or what ? Ha ha, good girl !'', I couldn't help but tease again . ''W.. What the hell ?? Okay, stop it now ! Why on the world would you even want to know that !'' ''Ha ha, yeah, you just admitted it.. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's a nice thing !'', now I really had to get out of the toilet - but I really meant this last sentence, from her reaction I can tell she swallows like a good whore. The next morning mum went to the shop and me and Carl were drinking coffee at home alone. I didn't had the time to jerk-off and ''relax'' my morning wood, which is uninevitable especially now, when I'm watching my mum being kissed every day by this man and imagining what he might be doing to her on that boat. So, I was even hornier when we talking in the morning and drinking that coffee, and I just couldn't help myself... ''So, how is my mum.. Is she a good girl?'' and I gave him a naughty smile. He was very suprised, ''O.. Ofcourse, ha ha. She's so sweet, she's a great girl..'' ''Really, sweet ? I though cunt tastes more like fish'', my heart started racing as I didn't knew what can I expect from my mom's lover, will he be disgusted by my curiosity ? I laughed hard to make it look like a joke. ''She tastes great.. If I'm honest, I have some experience by now.. But I really never tasted a girl like your mum... She's just one of a kind, a taste that makes you go crazy.. God, why I'm telling you this..'' ''Ha ha, great, I'm glad for you.. No problem, I asked for it..'' ''Do you actually like to hear these things.. Details and shit.. About your mother ?'' I got serious because I wasn't sure if he'll be disgusted or... ''Well, well, well... You little pervert ! Ha ha !'', he laughed, and I saw that I can still trust him.. ''I admit, it does turns me on like fuck ! But not my mum, I wouldn't do anything with her... It just turns me on now that she's your sex toy every day ! It's just awesome, that finally someone else knows how she looks naked, and how she feels too.. And can do with her much more, than I can really ! ''Ha ha, well I don't blame you. If I ever had a mum like yours, I'd probably wanted to fuck her myself ! Well, anyways, no problem, it'll be my pleasure to tell you everything you want..'' We talked some more, and he told me, her pussy is still in a very good shape, and that she feels great.. I told him that I'm happy I didn't ''hurt'' her more, as she gave birth to me. We talked about everything, he told me what she likes, that she loves to swallow like I thought, and that they even tried anal, but she can't hold it together. ''I have an idea. On my boat, there's just enough room below, and if you leave those doors on the floor open slightly, you could peek from there... Would you join us today ?'', he smiled. I got super horny by the idea, and surely I agreed. I left for the boat already, and when mum came, Carl said I went on the beach, and that they don't have to wait for me, that I know they're going. I found a good spot in the boat cabin, by the door, and made myself cozy and waited there for few more minutes, hard as a rock. They finally came, and started french kissing like they wouldn't get laid for a year ! They stopped, Carl got the boat going and we were sailing towards the open sea, away from possible spectators.. Mum didn't knew that she has one on board. She got undressed pretty soon, and hugged Carl as he was driving the boat. The doors were just ahead of her as she was on his left side, so I was just a couple of inches away, and could clearly see her body - and Carl's fingers, that started to carress her sexy tummy all the way down to her already shining crotch, while she pressed against him, topless. ''Mum's really a great woman -'', I thought to myself, ''A trustworthy, respectful lady in public... And a nasty bitch in private !'' I knew Carl was making a show for me, as he slid his two fingers into her crotch, exploited her a bit, she shivered.. Then he pulled them out and gently carressed her lips with his fingers. Mum knew how to seduce a man, she played a good, obeying girl, with a look in her eyes that say ''Am I doing it right, daddy ?'', as she slid out her tongue, and played with this two fingers, that were oozing with her cunt juice. Then he stuck them in her mouth good, and got more intense, like he'd like to lube her whole mouthhole with her cunt juice. Mum moaned and they both smiled. She took his cock in her mouth, to prepare it, but didn't had much to do, he was already hard. Mum looked up to him like a proper slut should, and was sucking him with her fuckable lips sensually and with care, just inches away from me ! He grabbed her and pretty roughly turned her on her knees, for a doggystyle. He turned her away from me, so I could get a good look at how he's pounding the cunt that gave birth to me. First, he pushed his fingers in her juicy twat.. Pulled them out, then he leaned down and spit on her, despite she was already well lubed by herself, and he carefully induced his spit into her pussy, and used the chance to give some more rubbing to her clit with his spit on his fingers, also. Mum looked back, smiling.. He surely seemed to know what he was doing. He then kneeled back up, and immediately spanked her ass hard ! It surprised me and my mum there, she screamed, but started laughing after. He done it two more times, checking her out with joy as she was in his full control already now. He slowly pushed his quite big, thick, erect cock in her, and started pounding.. Harder... Harder... Harder !... Well, he didn't yet, but I came already, jerking off while peeking there, hidden behind the door. I felt helpless and a bit humiliated, and I even enjoyed that. I mean.. I'm jerking here like a loser, while a man is fucking the brains out of my mum right infront of me.. And I even asked for it ! But, I quickly reminded myself, that I'm enjoying great respect from this man because I let him do that, and that he doesn't want to hhhhhhhhh me. I was ready for another go. By this time, he quickly grabbed her, and put her up on her knees, and he stood up, grabbed her hair, and directed her towards his cock. She started sucking on him again, way quicker than before, as she knew he's going to cum soon. I loved how her beautiful body was all dirty and sweaty already, and when she was adjusting, I saw that her ass was already turning red, and her cunt is a bit sore from fucking. He fucks her up pretty well. After she just catched the rhythm of sucking, he seized the moment - just when she was going to take a breath -, he grabbed her with full strength and pushed her head, forcing that last inch of his cock down her throat - here even mum couldn't help but gag ! I was rock hard again, as I watched my beautiful mum gag on Carl's cock, and he just put that evil grin on his face, turned towards me, while still choking my mum with his cock, and blinked. Then he released her. She was breathing heavily, her spit ran down her chin, but her experienced fucker had that planned either. She didn't stopped stroking his cock automatically, as he was in control and could push her on his cock again if she let it completely, but it was such a shock for her, that she wasn't cautious and didn't noticed, he's going to cum. And when my poor mommy just took a breath or two, she already got a huge load of cum in her mouth and all around her face, because she closed her mouth for a second, as she was surprised ! Mum almost started laughing, Carl was already... But when he finished, she first wanted to lick his cock dry.. He didn't let her, He used his fingers and gathered every drop of cum around her face and each time he roughly, literally threw that cum in her mouth, he told her nasty things like ''Uhh... Nice.. Here, bitch. You're such a worthless slut. A fucking cum bucket, Take that, eat it all up, you worthless piece of shit !'' Well, that was something he didn't told me, so I figured it's just one more surprise from Carl - my mum likes to be treated like a dirty bitch. As she was cleaned, she leaned to his cock to lick him dry again, and he let her this time. As she finished and showed her open mouth to him, he grabbed her hair again, hold her head still, leaned to her and spit roughly into her mouth, and then let her swallow it all. My mom was slowly regaining her senses, still kneeling infront of him, and he was just laughing, ''My, my... And with that sexy, dirty mouth of yours you dare to kiss your son every evening, after doing me like that ? You fucking cumslut.'', as he exploited her lips and mouth with his fingers slowly again. After it, it was her turn. He was a good man, and besides, he promised me this morning to keep her satisfied, too. She lied on her back, turning away from me again, and he took a bottle of Scotch, and poured it on her tits and tummy, gave her a gulp, too. He started to carress her nippless, slapping the tits that breastfeeded me around, and eventually sucking on the nippless as he was already playing with her pussy with other hand. She didn't needed much anymore. My mum, his fuck toy was fucked senseless half a minute ago, so she started shivering quickly. He felt her vagina muscles pressing against his fingers, and in that moment, he knew she's completely in his hands now. Her body started humping up and down, and her hands shaking, as she tried to help him with her nipples furiously. In that moment, I jumped out ! I went there, kissed my mum on her sexy, but dirty cheek, and then she looked.. Saw me. ''O...OOOh. Fuck, fuck, fuck... !! Ahhh. I... F......!'' That was all she can do, and we were laughing, both hard again, at how helpless a woman gets when she orgasms.. She couldn't help herself. After orgasm, she was still lying there, all sweaty, dirty, that fine scent of sex all over her... My mommy was literally fucked senseless, and we both just sat down on the back. Carl threw me a beer, saying ''Satisfied ?'' ''Fuck yeah.. You really fucked her brains out, man, I can't believe it.. Finally my mum's getting fucked properly, she'll surely be way more cheerful from now on !'' We laughed at that, and I congratulated him. I shook hands with the man that just satisfied my mum by fucking her senseless. As she came back to her senses again, she immediately started apologising and asking what I'm doing here actually... We told her all about it, and I confessed how I feel, and that this is turning me on. I assured that I wouldn't ever wanted to do anything with her myself, but that I love to see her like that, fucked by others and just whoring her out. In the next days, she accepted it, and we had the time of our lives, literally. Carl was fucking her pussy three, four times per day, as she rested her head on my lap, and I gently kissed her for ''support'' here or there. He only convinced her to let me taste her cunt juice, and said it's because I will never taste a woman in my life, that tastes so good.. Well, he was probably right. My mum tastes like heaven ! We laughed a lot, and enjoyed teasing each other, he loved to @@@@@@ her cunt to me, and kept making dirty comments about her infront of me. In few days, we left, but we're still in touch no matter what. We still go there on vacations, now for even longer period, and ofcourse, for free. When we're home, we talk on cam via Skpe almost every day - ofcourse without any clothes on my mum. Me and mum are even closer now, and she's way more playful and happier than before. She's very thankful to me, my understanding, despite my kinks. I like to help her pick underwear and corsets, and I even take naughty pictures of her for this man. He's crazy about exhibitionism, too, so I had my mum infront of the camera, naked or just in sexy, slutty underwear in my car already, by the forest, on her bicycle and even by the car, on a truck stop ! What would my friends say now if they would catch us, taking pics of her in my car..
  2. The Fifth Date by Anonymous5 (address withheld) *** A married couple discover where love and jealously intersect as neglected wife yearns for attention from her husband. (MMF, reluc, wife, cheat) *** Chapter 1 "I think we should see other people," Donna announced. "Or at least I should. I'm pretty sure I don't want you to. Not that you would, you're always too busy working." "It's kind of late for that isn't it? We've been married for 20 years," I countered. "That's my point. After 20 years I should still expect my husband to take me to dinner and a movie once in a while. When was the last time we went out? When was the last time you looked at me like you wanted me while we ate dinner at a nice restaurant? That's what I miss about dating. Having someone hang on your every word, open car doors, and really pay attention. I want a man that will just pay attention to me." She had started out almost in jest but as she made her statement, I could see the emotion building in her voice. It was all about that new movie "Midnight in Paris" that her friend Jill had seen. Once Donna heard someone rave about something, she had to have it also. "Donna, you know I have been working 10 hour days lately and I am just too tired. Why don't you go with Jill? I bet she would love to go again and you could have a night out and see the movie. And if its sex you want, I'm not too tired on the weekends." "You just don't get it do you? So you really aren't going to take me then?" I heard finality in her voice and assumed she was beginning to see my point of view. Of course I said I was not going to take her anytime in the next month and frankly I didn't usually care for Woody Allen movies. Looking back over my life I can identify several times when there was some small decision or word that had a disproportionate effect on my life. I later found this was one of those times. "It's ok," she conceded, "you don't have to go. I'm sure I can find someone that will take me." Victory I thought; no Woody Allen movie for me. I left the room and went back to work on those customer billing statements. After about an hour, I started to wear down and decided to call it a night. I shut off the computer and got up to go to bed. As I walked down the hallway to the bedroom I heard Donna giggling on the phone as she talked to someone. "...oh that sounds good so see you then... Right, right, I'll be ready. .... Unh, unh, not on the first date mister... You bad boy. (giggle). Oh, gotta go, bye." When I walked into the bedroom, she was just closing her cell phone. "Uh, who was that?" I asked. "Oh that was Tom. He's taking me to dinner and a movie." "Who's Tom?" "Oh, he's the new attorney working on the Smith case. Remember the sexual harassment lawsuit the school district got last year that I told you about? Well his wife left him about 6 months ago and he just moved to town when he took the job with us at Crab, Gobel and Goldberg. He told all the women in the office that he wasn't really ready to get back into the dating game but that if anyone needed company just to get out of the house sometime he was game. Poor guy, he doesn't know a soul in town. And he's not very handsome. So, I thought I would show him around and I would have my date for Thursday night. You're not jealous are you?" Donna was openly smiling at me as if to dare me to challenge her arrangement. "Honey, would you like me to cancel on him and you take me instead?" The truth is, I WAS a little jealous and I almost blurted out for her to cancel her date but then I remembered Thursday, I was working late with my boss and my boss's boss so I could not take Donna out that night. "What about tomorrow night instead of Thursday? I offered. "No, I have some errands I have to get done and Thursday is the last day the movie runs in town so sorry. Thursday or nothing." "I'm sorry Donna, I just can't. You know how it is." I pleaded. "It's ok big guy," she said as she approached me. "I will never forget who I'm married to and I will never ever forget you are the only lover for me." She reached up and gave me a kiss that in romance novels would be called smoldering. Let's just say it was slow, deliberate and full tongue. After we broke from the kiss, she backed up a little and gazing straight into me eyes, reached her hand down and started to stroke the growing bulge in my jeans. Twenty Five minutes later we were lying in bed in post coital bliss. "Where did that come from? I asked." "I don't know but I like it." Donna answered as she snuggled over next to me, draping her leg over my hips. We fell asleep and the next we knew it was morning. Wednesday went by in a blur and as usual, I got home late around 6:30 and Donna had just gotten home before me. "Hi honey, how was your day?" she asked in an upbeat tone. "The usual. Do twice as much with half the resources," I complained. We were both pretty quiet through the rest of the evening. After dinner, I went back to work on some numbers and Donna was in the bedroom arranging her closet and trying on some clothes. I came in and went to bed around 10:00 and she was already asleep. Thursday morning we got up at the usual time and left for work. When I kissed her goodbye the kiss seemed to linger just a bit longer and when I said "Love you," she answered back with a sincere "And I love you." My afternoon meeting nearly went wrong and I was nervous all day. Finally, around 6:00 pm it wrapped up and I headed for home. I hadn't even thought about Donna all day and now I realized I would probably miss her since she likely would have left for the movie by now. I finally rolled into the driveway, noticing her car was gone. Oh well, ham sandwich and cold beer for dinner tonight. I was already missing my wife. As I walked into the house, I smelled the faintest trace of perfume. It was an unfamiliar scent. I wondered if Donna had purchased a new one. I followed the scent into the bedroom where it became stronger, intoxicating as if there was a strange new woman in my house. In a way there was. I was feeling a little bit of "poor me, my wife isn't home to fix me dinner" when I saw the wrapper in the bedroom trashcan. "Sexy thigh high stockings with stay up lace top," it read. $10.99. Suddenly I felt a surge of jealousy and panic and arousal all at once. I well- remembered her preferring thigh highs to pantyhose when we were dating. She preferred the easy access it allowed me to slip my hand under her dress and into her panties. That seemed so long ago. I searched the room looking for other clues. There was also a tag in the trash can that looked like it had been recently clipped off of a new dress. Not finding any other clues, I realized I could look up her credit card online. Sure enough, there were a number of purchases on Wednesday that had just posted. $75 at Victoria's Secret, $180 at Macy's and about $9.00 at Walgreens. I almost got sick at my stomach when I imagined her activities of the previous day. New underwear, new dress and a dozen condoms. Oh, and don't forget she smelled heavenly with the new perfume. I sat in the living room and looked at the clock until my emotions came down a little. I got back on the computer and looked up the showing times for the movie. 7:45 was the start time so that meant it would probably run until about 9:30 to 10:00 pm. Allowing for no hanky-panky, she would be home around 10:30 or so at the earliest. That is, if she actually went to a movie. I went online and checked the story plot. I would casually ask her questions about the movie and find out if she was actually at the movie or not. I felt better that I had a plan of action at least. I had a couple more beers and fell asleep on the couch watching a documentary. "Hi honey, wake up, I'm home!" Donna burst through the front door, click, clicked her heels across the tile floor and reached down to kiss me. God, did she smell good. It wasn't just the perfume, there was a musky female scent mixed in with the perfume that would arouse a dead man. I glanced at the clock. It was 11:45. I noticed her lipstick was smudged before she kissed me. Still groggy I stood up and asked. "So how was Mr. Hemmingway?" "Still overweight, smokes cigars, and a little suicidal. The movie was really good. I thought Owen Wilson pulled it off really well and I don't usually care for him." I felt a wave of relief realizing she really had seen the movie. "So where did you go for dinner?" "Oh we went over to Morton's steak house. Tom loves the New York strip there and wanted me to try it. It was wonderful. Overall, it was a really good time. Tom is a good guy. Some woman will be lucky to get him." "So when did the movie let out. Seems like you were late getting home." "Oh, you really are jealous aren't you! Look, I'm going to put all my cards on the table. Dating is not just about sex, it's about fun and talking and spontaneity. I do not intend to FORNICATE with anyone." she said with emphasis. "It's harmless fun and I know that I have a terrific husband." I felt much relieved after she told me that but I just had to know. "So what did you buy at the Walgreens yesterday?" "Oh my god, you are SO jealous! And you were spying on me!" After a moment she said "I guess I have been torturing you haven't I? Well if you must know, I picked up some feminine products. Anti-itch cream, if you must know. My privates have been itching lately." She said as she swiveled her hips over to me and molded her body to mine. "Got enough energy left to do me?" I pulled her to me and inhaled her perfume in my nostrils as I kissed her check and slowly moved my kisses up to her earlobe. I heard her breathing quicken as she responded to my touch. As we kissed, I reached my right hand around and unzipped her dress while I killed the light switch with my left. We stood in the half-darkness for several minutes feeling each other's bodies like it was the first time, her new red dress puddled at her feet. We broke apart finally and Donna whispered in my ear, "let's get in bed." I stripped off my clothes completely. Donna removed her bra first and then sitting on the bed rolled her stockings down. She scooted up into bed wearing only her new panties. Noticing me looking at her panty area, she asked, "Like 'em? I bought them just for you. Liar," I said as I slowly reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband to pull them down off her. She compliantly raised her hips to help me while she chuckled at my accusation. Moving my face between her legs, I inhaled her wonderful female smell. God, she smelled good; a mélange of clean skin, and perfume and female musk. But no semen smell. I guess I just had to know that she hadn't been fucked. After a delicious period of foreplay, I moved up and eased into her female wetness. We held each other quietly while I moved rhythmically inside her body. Donna's arousal was building with every stroke and soon started to make small keening sounds. I stopped my movement and kissed her, she moved her legs around me resting her ankles behind my knees. I raised back a little off of her and asked, "Did he try anything?" "Not... really," she breathed. "It was actually a little disappointing that he... he... didn't try much of anything. I almost felt unappreciated." "What do you mean, not really?" "Well, at dinner, he slipped his shoe off and very slowly slid his toe up my leg. It tickled at first but then it felt good and then it gave me this tingle. It's nothing really, he was just testing the waters." "And how wet was the water?" "Wet I'm afraid. I started really lubricating. My panties were so wet." I stroked in and out a few times and then asked, "So what else happened?" "Nothing really, not even much for a first date. After the movie, I kissed him once. And that... that was it." "French kiss, or kiss your brother kind of kiss," I inquired. "Kind of in between, open mouth but not much saliva swapping." Donna's breath was coming in gasps now, very much aroused. I couldn't determine what was exciting her more, me pushing into her or her little confession. "I'm glad you didn't fuck him. I couldn't have taken that. Promise me you won't fuck anybody but me and promise me you won't keep any secrets no matter what. Lying would be worse somehow." "Worse than what?" she asked in a breathy halting voice. "Worse than fucking somebody else. I would rather you confess something really bad than lie to me about even something small." "I can't lie to you. At least not while we're like this with you inside me. I just couldn't." Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled up and then... "Oh... Oh... oh... oh, oh, ee, ee, eeee!" I spurted into her and we held tightly, both convulsing together. After about a couple minutes, I eased out and moved over onto my back next to her. Donna's breathing slowly returned to normal. We fell into the complete sleep of sated lovers. Chapter 2 The next day at work, I got a call from Donna. "Hi lover, got plans for the weekend?" "Actually, I've been too busy to think about it." "Well think about it, it's already Friday morning. How about tomorrow we drive out to that winery we used to go to and poke around in antique shops or something?" "That sounds really great but remember, I promised your dad I would help him with that yard work project? And on top of that I have two hours' worth of book work I need to get done." "Always working. Oh well, I guess you won't mind Tom taking me to the winery then." she said defiantly. "I was telling him about it at work and he was very interested in going. He says he's a recovering wine snob. Don't worry, we'll be back before dinner time. And besides," she said in a sultry low voice, "nobody gets into my panties until the fifth date. I'm old fashioned that way." I was mildly jealous, thinking about her going to my favorite winery with this Tom guy. But then I realized there was a hidden benefit. The last time she went out with him she came home very horny and I certainly reaped the benefits. I played along. "So define 'getting into my panties' for me. Does that mean just heavy petting or an hour of hard pounding you into the headboard?" "Well that depends on how the date goes, how good looking he is and how many glasses of wine I've had. It's kind of a point system," she giggled. "So take me for instance. You've said I'm handsome and we've had about a thousand dates. So maybe two glasses of wine would do it?" I asked. "I think that would be a sure thing sweetie" she laughed. "What time will you be home tonight?" "Leaving early believe it or not. Why don't we pick up some fish at St. Mary's and watch an old movie tonight?" "Not exactly painting the town red, but at least it's a plan. I have a couple errands to run but see you around 5:00." "OK, bye." I replayed the conversation with my wife in my head. Something dawned on me then. When we were first dating, I remember we had sex for the first time on about the 5th or 6th date. I couldn't remember exactly. Maybe she did have a five date rule. I got home around 4:00 and Donna wasn't home yet so I decided to open a bottle of wine. A dry Riesling should pair with the fried fish I planned to pick up. While I was in the kitchen, I opened the drawer looking for the corkscrew and noticed Donna's day planner. I glanced at today's date and noticed an appointment for her at her gynecologist. That's funny that she told me she had an errand and not a doctor's appointment. Oh well, probably nothing, I hope there's nothing wrong with her that she is keeping from me. Her sister had suffered with endometriosis and so I hoped it was just a regular check-up. I left for the fish fry and upon returning home pulled into the driveway right behind Donna. Coming into the doorway from the garage I called out "Hi babe, how was your day?" I had startled her and she seemed to be hiding something in a paper bag behind her. I didn't bring attention to it and nonchalantly offered her a glass of wine. "Sounds great hon, just pour it and I'll be right back." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned sans paper bag. The evening passed uneventfully. Friday's we were both usually tired and a little laid back. Before you know it we both fell asleep with the movie on. I woke up around midnight and quietly got out of bed to turn the TV off. Then I thought about the paper bag again and went into the bathroom. I opened the drawers one by one and saw nothing unusual. Then I went through the linen closet. Still nothing until I ran my hand behind a pile of towels and there was a paper bag. I pulled it out and looked inside. What the fuck? There was a package of Nuva Ring. I've seen it advertised on TV and know what it is. Why was she getting birth control? It certainly wasn't for my benefit since I had a vasectomy after the birth of our second child. The answer was inescapable. She was planning on having sex with someone else. I wanted to scream and run in and kick her out of bed. I wanted to get in my car and go find Tom and beat the hell out of him. But what I did was put the paper bag and its contents back where I found it. Then I went back to bed but didn't actually fall asleep until I had worn myself out thinking about it. Jealousy burned in me but I found myself getting hard thinking about it and then I got angry at myself for feeling turned on. Saturday morning I woke up and Donna was already out of bed making coffee. I got up and went down for a cup myself. "Hi sleepy head. You sure slept in." she said. "Yeah, I didn't sleep very well. Lot of things on my mind." "You worry too much. Have more fun, worry less." She smiled and left the kitchen to go take her shower. I looked at the clock. Crap! It was already 9:15 and I had promised her dad I would be over by 9:30 or 10:00. I will have to get moving. As soon as Donna got out of the shower, I jumped in and before I knew it I was leaving. And I was angry with myself for not confronting her. I told myself I would get it in the open tonight. By 3:00 PM I was exhausted. Manual labor is no longer my cup of tea. I said goodbye to Donna's dad and arrived back home by 3:30. I didn't expect Donna to be home yet and she wasn't. Moving around the house I snooped like I was in someone else's house. I checked the bathroom and the paper bag was missing. I went into the bedroom and didn't find anything of note except the smell of perfume was still faintly in the air. I went back to the study and did some work. Eventually the garage door made its clackety sound and I realized it was 5:00 o'clock already. The car door slammed and soon, I heard her tennis shoes bounding up the stairs toward me. "Hi honey, I'm home," she called out as she came toward me. Whoops, she seemed a little unsteady. She came up behind me and reached down to nuzzle my neck letting the smell of alcohol fill the air. "That feels nice," I said as she began to massage my shoulders. "Oh yeah, right there," I said to encourage her. She kept on massaging my neck and shoulders for a few minutes and then slowly reached one of her hands down into my shirt and lightly ran her fingers over my nipple. After a few seconds of tickling, she lightly squeezed my nipple without pinching. "What's got into you," I asked. "Well, no one. That's the problem. I'm horny, you're kind of cute, and I've had 4 glasses of wine." That was as good an invitation to sex as a man gets. Being the gentleman that I am, I swiveled my chair around facing her, cupped her breast's in my hands and massaged them while I leaned up to kiss her. She was not wearing a bra. Not that she desperately needed one. Donna was a firm 36 C so she could get by without a bra sometimes. I was a little surprised and turned on to find she wasn't wearing one today. I thought back and tried to remember if she was wearing one this morning before meeting Tom. Damn it, I was too busy to notice. I couldn't remember. We French kissed for a good minute while I administered my massage to her body. Then I stood up and held her hand pulling her into the bedroom. Somehow, my jealousy melted away as I rediscovered how much she desired me. I pulled her onto the bed and squeezed her body tightly to mine. She responded like the horny woman with four glasses of wine in her that she was. After a bit, we pulled back and began to undress each other. She opened my shirt buttons one at a time. I in turn pulled her t shirt off and unfastened her shorts. I pushed her shorts down and she assisted by kicking them off onto the floor. I stood up and pulled the rest of my clothes off . Then while standing over her, I pulled Donna's panties down inspecting her wet vulva. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste between her legs. Spreading her legs apart with my hands, I moved my face against her pussy. My tongue stroked the length of her opening causing a sharp intake of breath from her. For the second time in a week, I was relieved to taste her female scent without the troubling additional smell of semen. She had saved her intimate affection for her husband. We made love like animals in rut. Everything else was forgotten. There was only the now, the moment, the smell of sex. After the heat died down we laid in each other's arms, savoring the denouement. After the climax, reason and logic began to return. I realized that I still needed to confront Donna but did not know how to begin. I was somewhat relieved when Donna began for us. "I hope you won't be mad but I have a little something to tell you." "What's that?" I asked non-committedly. "Tom got a little bit friendly with me today." "Tell me what happened. Remember, I'm your husband and I'll always love you no matter what." "Well I hope so. I didn't mean for anything to happen but we were having such a good time walking that 2 mile nature trail out by the winery. And after that we went to the winery and went through the wine tasting class that they give. We had such a good time. And after tasting about 10 different wines I was feeling really good. So Tom bought a bottle of Vignola's, you know that white wine I like that is just a little bit sweet. So anyway we got a bottle and some bread and had a little picnic there at the winery. We were just lying on a blanket that Tom brought and drinking wine and looking up at the clouds. That's when I complained that my shoulders hurt so Tom started to massage my neck and shoulders. He must have kneaded my shoulders for 5 or 10 minutes until I was like in a trance or something. Then he started to move his hands farther down my chest. He didn't really feel my boobs at first, just halfway down where it felt so good. He asked me if I liked what he was doing and I just said, "Oh don't stop." He must have taken that for a go ahead signal and so he just moved his hands down to massage my breasts and I'm sorry honey but with the wine in me I couldn't say no. He just gently squeezed my boobies for what seemed like an eternity. I got so wet between the legs I wanted to fuck right there. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was weird because our faces were upside down with each other. You know, upside down kissing. Are you mad?" "So you drink too much wine, let him paw on your tits and then French kiss. And now you're feeling guilty and want forgiveness?" "I guess that's it." she said in a submissive tone. "I'm sorry. You know I only love you. My mind only loves you but my body responds when it's stimulated," She apologized. I wanted to be mad at her but I just couldn't because she never held anything back and I could always trust her to tell me the complete truth. She was childlike in her honesty. "What else do you have to tell me?" I asked. "What else?" She let out a big sigh and was silent for a moment. The she began, "Now don't be angry with me. Just listen and hear the whole story before you judge me. I've given this a lot of thought and I've agonized about this for days. I started out thinking I could just date and not have sex, but I started to worry that maybe I couldn't always control every situation. That maybe my brain would say no but my body would say yes. Or maybe I would get date raped or I don't know whatever. So just so you know, I have no intention of having sex with anyone but you. But just to protect us both, I got a prescription for birth control from my gynecologist." I didn't know what to say. I was grateful for her honesty and slightly turned on and yet pissed that she was basically telling me that she didn't even trust herself around another man. I calmly and gently said to her, "Donna, you are the love of my life, the other half that completes me. And I know you love me, you show me every day in some way. But you're telling me you went on birth control in case you fuck some other guy. How do you think I feel right now?" With those words out of my mouth, she started bawling loudly, tears down her checks and she clung to me with a death grip. The poor woman was emotionally a wreck. I held her tightly and consoled her. "I love only you. We'll always be together no matter what. It will work out ok, I know it." Finally I told her "Hey stop it, nobody got killed or anything." "I don't deserve you." she finally blurted out between sobs. We lay together like that until we must have drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 Sunday morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen for coffee, leaving Donna still soundly asleep. After I had my first cup of coffee in hand, I remembered I had kept forgetting to check the owner's manual for some maintenance questions I had on Donna's car. So I went out to the garage, opened Donna's car door and went through the glove box. To my surprise, I found a very sexy blue bra neatly folded up. What the hell was her bra doing in the glove box. I guess she must have neglected to tell me how she willingly took her bra off to give Tom an easier grab at her boobs. I was feeling rather pissed although it really didn't change any material facts. She had already confessed to letting Tom grope her breasts anyway. What difference did it make? I put the bra back, carefully replacing it as I found it. I then went back into the house and got on the computer to check my email. I started to check my email but then started thinking about the Nuva Ring. I googled it to see what I could find out. Simple, 99% effective and starts working 7 days after insertion. Well I hope she doesn't fuck anybody this week, I thought. Then I started to get extremely hard thinking about her fucking. I visualized her pelvis thrusting up as some guy pushed his fat cock into her feverish out of control body. Get a grip I thought. She's my wife and she's not going to do that and I won't let her anyway. I remembered then that she had written down her passwords in a small book. I pulled it out and found the password for her email. Listening to hear she was still sound asleep I quickly logged on and began to look over her email. There it was. A message from Tdavis @ sbc.com. I opened it up and read. "Thank you for a wonderful day. You don't know how good it makes me feel to be around a good woman again after my divorce. It's been hard for me to trust again but I can tell that you always tell the truth and you have a gentle encouraging way about you. Thank you. As you know, I have a very busy schedule this next week so I won't be able to spend any real time with you. But maybe we could have lunch on Thursday at the little Italian place. Just meet me there a little before noon. I think it best if we drive separately. With fondness." Tom. P.S. Great nips! I felt smug knowing I had Donna to myself this week, well mostly anyway. I logged off, went back to the bedroom, woke Donna up and fucked her silly. She was more than willing. I realized that we had had sex more often in the last week than in the last three weeks previously. We got up and showered in time to make second service at church. By a weird coincidence the pastor had a sermon about sexual purity. It was about how you should never put yourself in tempting situations to begin with. I glanced over and saw Donna squirming a little. The rest of the day we just did stuff around the house and we didn't really speak about anything important. I guess we both needed to think a little. Monday morning rolled around and we dived into the workweek. Both of us were busy with deadlines at our respective workplaces so it was just a week of quick dinners, then off to bed tired. Thursday night when I got home from work, I remembered the email I had surreptitiously read earlier. Donna was home already when I walked into the kitchen. "Hi sweetie, I'm home, how was your day?" "Oh, not bad. I had lunch today with Tom at that little Italian place, Luigi's or Luggi's or something like that. How was your day?" "Well not as interesting as your day. Get your tits massaged or anything?" I asked with more than a little sarcasm. "You can stop it right there mister! When you act disrespectful to me it makes me not want to share with you. I know I went over the line but please don't hold it over me forever." "I'm sorry," I said contritely. "It's just that I couldn't bear to have anyone take you away from me. I love you." "Oh, you do love me don't you." she cooed. "I know I did bad. Would it make you feel better to spank me or something?" She said flirtingly as she turned her rear around to me. "No, just tell me about your lunch." "Well, he really opened up and told me about his marriage. He still loves her and is struggling with a way to try to mend their relationship. I shared some ideas that I thought might help. He's maybe going up to Milwaukee this weekend to see her if she will let him." I began to feel sympathy for him. I imagined myself in his shoes, Donna hundreds of miles away. Feeling another woman's tits would be no substitute for losing my wife. Poor guy. If I knew then the events about to unfold, I would have had much less sympathy for Tom. The next morning at work I got a call from my supervisor that I didn't really want to hear. The bottom line is that there was a big screw up at the Milwaukee plant and it was all hands on deck. A team of six including me would be going to trouble shoot the problem and we would be leaving late this afternoon. I would have just enough time to run home and pack a bag. Crap, I hate when things like this happens. Imagine the irony, both me AND my wife's "date" would both be in Milwaukee. I called Donna to let her know but only got her voice mail. I called 3 more times and same result. Oh well, I guess I could call her from Milwaukee. She wasn't going to be happy though. We had a fight one time over something similar. She thought I should have stood up for myself and not gone. She never understood responsibility. I left her a note and got in my car to head for the airport. About 7:00 PM I'm walking out of the gate at Mitchell Airport when my cell rings. "Did you run off with another woman or did Henderson really send your team to Milwaukee for the weekend?" she quizzed. "No other woman would have me. It was that asshole Henderson alright. And he said I won't be back until late Monday night or Tuesday." "Well, I guess I'll have to find something or someone to keep me busy this weekend," she sighed. "Well it won't be me or Tom since we're both in Milwaukee, sweetie." "Oh that's not quite true." she said. "Tom called a little while ago and said his ex-wife is out of town visiting her mother in Chicago so he won't be going after all. He said she did sound open to the idea of talking. Apparently she is lonely also. So, guess what? I have a date for Saturday night! Now don't be jealous. I promise to not drink anything. I think we both know where that leads. I want to get out and have fun but I'm not looking for any hanky-panky. From the sound of Tom talking about his ex, probably all I'm going to do is hear him talk about her." We talked a little more chit chat and then we said goodbye as I got to the rental car kiosk. Monday morning, we had finally resolved the issue. One of those crazy little simple things that you just don't see until you see it. So anyway, we were all jubilant to wrap it up and head for home. To his credit, Henderson called and said the team had the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday off. See you Wednesday, job well done, blah blah blah. I was back at home and pulled into the garage around 2:00 PM. I came in, dropped my bag in the bedroom and lay down on the bed to rest. I must have dozed off but woke up around 3:30. I got up, poured myself a glass of chardonnay and it was then I noticed two wine glasses and an empty bottle of pinot grigio in the living room. I picked the glasses up to put them in the dishwasher and tossed the empty. My mind started to imagine Donna sitting on the couch with Tom sharing a bottle of wine. I began inspecting the house more carefully, noticing a pair of panties half under the bed. Definitely a slight residue in the crotch. I smelled them but couldn't really detect anything. Still, what the hell were they doing under the bed. I began to feel a burning in my veins. My blood was boiling. I was angry and I was starting to feel aroused at the same time. Lucy's got some splainin to do. I put the panties back exactly where I found them. Then I decided to look the rest of the house over. There was the remains of a used up candle on the nightstand, and a towel in the laundry that smelled like sex. I sat down to wait for Donna to get home. As usual, when she came in the door, my heart beat with joy. She had that way about her of always making me happy to see her. "Hi honey," she said, as she came to me for a heartfelt kiss. "I didn't expect you home yet but that makes it all the better." "It's good to be home'" I said with a lack of conviction. "Oh you must be tired. What can I do to make you feel better? How about you take a hot shower and then I'll love on you. Wouldn't that be good?" "Sounds wonderful," I said as I ambled off to the shower. Later in bed, Donna turned the light off, lit a candle and carried it over to the nightstand. She slipped under the covers with me and it was then I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. We didn't say anything as she moved her mouth to my body first sucking on my nipples, then lower on my belly and finally she engulfed my rigid manhood into her warm moist mouth. "After 10 minutes of oral attention, she moved up to kiss me full on the mouth and worked her hips back and forth until I eventually slid inside her. She didn't move too vigorously. Mainly, she just held me inside her moving just enough to feel very loved and close to her. I told her, "that feels so nice what you are doing. Did you learn some new technique from your date this weekend?" She lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "maybe. Would you be mad if I had?" "Sure I would, well tomorrow anyway. Right now I just like what you are doing to me." "Do you want to know everything that happened or should I just keep my secrets?" I sensed anxiety in her voice. She really was worried what I would think. "You know the rules, Donna. You have to tell me everything with no falsehood of fact or omission." By now she had lowered her body just enough that I could suck on her nipples while she began her confession. "Tom picked me up Saturday night and took me to dinner at Crazy Fish and then afterwards we went to Club Viva to dance. It felt so good to really shake it out on the dance floor. I even danced with two other guys that I knew from our insurance agent's office. Remember Dan and Tim? Anyway by 11:30 I was feeling really good and then a slow song came on and Tom pulled me onto the floor and we just held each other and swayed while the other people danced. "It was so nice. Not as nice as now with you inside me but nice. I kept feeling Tom's cock through our clothes, god it was so hard and driving me crazy. Finally, I realized that I had to get home or I would start doing things I didn't really want to do. So I asked him to take me home. He drove me home and when we got there, I was just feeling really lonely with you gone so I invited him in just for a little bit. I offered him a glass of wine and he accepted." "Is that when you lost your panties under the bed?" "What are you doing looking for my panties?" "Husbands always look for clues of their wife's indiscretions." "I didn't do what you think. We just sat in the living room and talked about our marriages. Well, maybe we did a teensy bit more than just talk." She then rotated her hips and ground her pussy into me as hard as she could. Donna didn't cum yet but she was close. "So what happened then?" "One glass of wine led to two and two led to four. You know what happens with four glasses of wine don't you?" "Go on," I said. "I didn't fuck him," she said defensively. "We were just sitting on the sofa and suddenly I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to feel good again. He was so lonely for his wife. I wanted to be her and love him and take the pain away. It's hard to explain. So we kissed for a long time and just got into the sheer joy of kissing. I was so wet that by the time he slipped his hand under my dress, I wanted him in me. I was craving it. He caressed me for what seemed like an eternity before he finally got the nerve to slip his hand inside my panties and finger me. I came almost immediately. I needed to get off so badly. I wanted to pull him into the bedroom and take off his clothes but ended up we just didn't do it. I can't say why but it just didn't feel right. So instead he used his hand to make me cum several more times. Then later I got some KY out and massaged him till he came. After all that kissing and petting we did, I just couldn't leave him high and dry." "So I guess you learned you're playing with fire." "I guess so," she said somberly. And I also found out he really is a big boy. Not so long but really big around," she said with an impish grin. "You're not really angry with me, are you? After all, I didn't really have sex with him and I've told you the complete truth. Please don't hate me," she pleaded. She lowered her left breast to my mouth, holding it in her hand as if to offer it to me to suckle her in a symbol of submission and love. I took the offered nipple, rubbery and firm and swirled my tongue on it. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she began to grind her pelvis into mine. Together, we grabbed the release we were both reaching for. Her insides flooded with our combined release of fluids. Sometime later as we lay naked under the covers drifting off to sleep, I thought wasn't it funny he had gotten into her panties and it was only the fourth date. Well only the fourth date I was aware of. The next morning, I used my day off to organize and catch up on errands while Donna went to work as usual. I remembered, I had her email password, and I debated should I or shouldn't I. I shouldn't be spying on her since she was honorable enough to tell me the truth about her and Tom. What the hell, I concluded, I paid for this computer and it's mine to use. So after logging into her email account, I looked down the inbox until I found the TDAVIS message I was looking for. "Donna, thank you for such a wonderful time. That was one of the best nights of my life. The only way it could have been better would have been to do it all the way. All day today, I couldn't think of anything but the smell of your body on my face and hands after I left your house Sunday morning. I still have feelings for my wife but if she doesn't take me back, I could do no better than to possess you, if only on a part time basis. I can think of nothing but our next rendezvous." Now I was pissed. He was falling in love with her and it was getting serious. I'm going to put my foot down. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with mindless tasks. Shoes to the shoe shop, replace light bulbs, sharpened the lawn mower blade, etc. etc. I've been working such long hours, I've gotten way behind on the rest of my life. Yeah that was it. That was the problem. Work had caused me to neglect my life, my wife, Donna. Chapter 4 Donna got home around 4:30 and greeted me with her usual upbeat mood. "Hi honey, I'm home. What did you do all day without me?" she asked. "The usual, I had 6 lines of cocaine and sex with 6 women midgets," I joked. "That would be one line of cocaine per midget. What did you do?" "I saw Tom this afternoon in between his scheduled appointments. They are really running him hard." "Seems to me you were running him hard. Or at least stroking him hard. I think it's time to quit seeing him. We both know where this is going." I softened my voice and said, "I don't want to lose you. You've been building up the courage to have a full-fledged affair with him. It's time to stop now." Donna lowered her head and said meekly, "I guess you're right. I've upset you and I'm genuinely sorry. Please forgive me." I didn't know what to say since I was expecting a fight and instead she capitulated immediately. "Donna, you have to tell him you can't be alone with him. This has gone too far and you are married. You tell me you love me. It's time to prove it." "I will," was all she said. She then patted my chest with her hand and without looking me in the eye, she left to go to the bedroom. I don't know why but I felt like the bad guy in this. What the hell! I'm the wronged party here folks. It's just that Donna is always the most upbeat person and now she is down. And her being down makes me down. I didn't realize until then how much of my happiness is just reflection off of her joy. I spent the rest of the evening apart from her in my study just fiddling around on the computer not really doing anything productive. Finally, I gave it up and went into the bedroom. She was already asleep and I slipped into bed and joined her in an embrace. We did not make love. Wednesday morning, I woke up early and left for work early. We barely spoke as we got ready for the work day. The day went fast for me since I had been out of the office since Friday morning. I had lots of emails and correspondence to respond to. I got frustrated and left early. Being a salaried employee does have its advantages. I got home around 3:30 and of course Donna was not yet home. I piddled around until she came in the door at 4:30. She was not her usual bubbly self. I felt bad like it was somehow my fault even though I knew I had nothing to feel bad about. Eventually, I drew her out and got her to talk about her day while I cooked chicken breast smothered in Italian sauce and cheese and opened a mediocre bottle of Trebbiano. "I talked to Tom today. I told him I couldn't see him anymore. He was devastated but he said he understood. I think his ex-wife is playing with him. I don't think she's going to take him back. I hope I'm wrong but that's my gut feeling about it. He's feeling very lonely right now." "I don't feel any ill will towards him," I said. "I just have to protect my marriage. That's all. And just so you know, I admit you are right about my working too much. How about we go out Friday night and do something fun?" Donna pretended to smile but didn't have her heart in it. "Sounds good, honey. What do you want to do?" "Whatever you want. I'm in." "OK, I'll think of something." and she drifted off to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes while I finished cooking dinner. I called her when dinner was ready and she came out to eat with me. She didn't say anything but when I saw tears running down her face, she didn't have to verbalize to communicate. She was sad to lose the relationship with Tom. Later in the bedroom, after dinner, she asked me, "Did you mean I couldn't date Tom or couldn't date anyone at all?" "You naughty wife!" I blurted out. Didn't you learn your lesson. Get your bottom over here." And I reached for her, turned her over my knee and spanked her good. "I'll be good. I'll be good," she wailed." The spanking seemed to expunge some sin from her. She acted like it was a terrible thing I did to her but, subconsciously, I think she wanted to be physically punished to atone for her behavior. After I unleashed my emotion via my hand on her butt, I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion. She responded with enthusiasm and I felt that I had her back again. We made love sweetly that night. Donna seemed just a bit more submissive that usual. Thursday and Friday went by quickly and as I drove home after work on Friday I reflected on my life. I had it pretty good really. And Donna was really the best part. I determined to make her feel especially wanted when I got home. Pulling into the driveway, I realized Donna was not yet home. It was only 4:00 so she would probably be along any minute. A few minutes later her car pulled into the garage. "Hi sweetie," I said to her when she came into the kitchen through the door from the garage. "How was your day today?" I asked. "Not so good. The partners lost a big case, I screwed up a legal document, and Tom looks so bad he could pass for suicidal." "So his wife isn't being very friendly, I take it." "It's his ex-wife. She's fucking with his head. And he'll be lucky at this point if she doesn't take him back." "Oh," I said. "Guess I didn't have it so bad today." I pulled Donna to me and held my arms around her. She sighed and held me while I caressed her back and shoulders. After a little while, she looked up at me, smiled and said, "I guess I will keep you after all. You always know how to make me feel better. Thank you." I kissed her tenderly on the forehead and said, "I don't know why you do keep me but I'm glad you do." Donna held onto me tightly, burying her head against my chest. The next few days passed uneventfully and slowly we got back into the old rhythm of husband and wife. Donna's mood seemed to improve a little each day and by the end of a week she was almost back to normal. I came home the Thursday following and told Donna, Henderson was sending us back to Milwaukee. Another screw up, this time Henderson was going himself so It didn't look good frankly. Donna was of course disappointed. She said she might give Jill a call and do something. She was obviously not happy at being abandoned for the weekend again. I left for the airport Friday morning as Donna was going to work. We said our goodbye's and I left in my car. Friday went by in a blur and at about 7:00 PM, sitting in my hotel room, I called Donna to say good night. She didn't answer after about 6 rings. Probably in the tub, I thought. She sometimes took a leisurely bath and shaved her legs so could be tied up awhile. At 8:00 I called her back. Still no answer. Same thing at 10:00 and 11:00. I finally left a scathing message that I regretted as soon as I had sent it but it was done and I went to bed. Saturday morning, I got a call from her. "I'm so sorry, I had my phone on mute and forgot to turn it back up. Jill and I went to ladies night at that little pseudo winery with the jazz band. I should have called but we were having fun and I lost track of time. How is everything going?" "Better than I expected. We might finish tonight or tomorrow. Looks like I'll be flying home tomorrow night sometime." "Good, I'm lonely and I haven't had any sex since Wednesday." "Hey, what a coincidence. I haven't had any since Wednesday, either," I joked back at her. How about we get together and fix that problem?" "It's a date." she quipped. "I have to get back to work, sweetie. I'll call you when I have my flight time." We said our goodbyes then and hung up. My mind gradually got back on work and off of Donna. It was about four that afternoon, when my phone rang. It was Donna. "Hi babe, what's up?" I asked. "I'm worried about Tom. I didn't tell you earlier but he wasn't at work on Friday. Suzie, you know the blond attorney you couldn't quit talking to at the Christmas party, ran into me at the dry cleaners. Well she mentioned that she saw Tom and she said he looked like hell. Hadn't shaved and didn't even acknowledge her when she said hi to him. I'm worried about him. He was so sad about his wife and he didn't take it well when I said I wouldn't see him anymore. What should I do?" "I'm no expert, but I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to call him. You could give him the 800 number for your health plan's mental health hotline. He probably just needs someone to talk to." I was thinking he probably just needs someone to fuck also. But I didn't want his suicide on my hands either. Besides, I trusted Donna to call him without getting involved again. Well, mostly. "Thank you for letting me talk to him. I feel so sorry for him." Donna I knew was going to call him right away so we said goodbye after she had promised to call right back after she talked to Tom. Meanwhile, I had about an hour of work to wrap up. The time passed quickly and we finished at 5:30 and headed to the hotel. We had to spend the night since there wasn't a flight until 10:00 the next morning. I realized I should have gotten a call from Donna by now. It was then the phone rang. "Hi babe, how is he?" "Not good, he's really down. We talked for an hour and then his phone went dead. I'm driving over to see him now. I have to make sure he's ok. What else could I do?" "I guess you're right. We can't have him jumping off a bridge, can we?" I said sarcastically. "What are you going to say or do for him?" "That's not funny. He is very wounded right now. I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring him out of the dark hole that he's in." She had spoken in a level serious voice that I rarely heard. Donna could be determined when she wanted to be. "I know you'll do the right thing," I said. "Gotta go, hon. Here's my exit. I love you." "And I love you," I said back in a serious tone. The line went dead and I was alone in my hotel room. Dinner at the hotel was nice. I sat with two of my fellow workers and we mostly talked about work stuff. My mind kept drifting back to Donna and Tom. I wondered how she was doing with him. It was dark out now, so I hope she had talked him into getting some sleep. Instead of getting some Donna. I felt that familiar burn in my veins. After dinner my companions tried to talk me into going to the infamous Safe House for a martini but I begged off. I told them I was tired. I was of course but mainly I just wanted to be alone. I made my way back to my room, kicked off my shoes, plopped on the bed and clicked the remote. I got absorbed watching a movie with Diane Lane and Richard Gere titled "Unfaithful." Perfect, I thought, a movie on cheating while I wonder what my wife is doing right now. I roused myself. Must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was 11:00 and still no call from Donna. I checked my phone again just to make sure I hadn't gotten any messages. Damn, there were two messages. The first around 6:00 said I need to talk to U. The second, around 6:30 said, C U tomorrow. I wondered what was going on. Well I guess whatever it was, Donna could handle it. I texted to her Can U talk. After ten minutes had gone by, I realized I was not going to get an answer tonight. She was probably at home asleep anyway by now and I didn't want to wake her up. She hated to answer the phone after she went to sleep. I got up and got a drink of water, took a good long pee and then hit the sack. It would be ok in the morning I told myself. It was not ok in the morning. Chapter 5 I woke up around 7:00 and headed for the shower. It was still a little bit too early to call Donna, even though I was dying to know what was going on. I was out, shaved and dressed by 7:30 and decided to call. The phone rang until I got the recorded message and hung up. Damn the luck, she was probably in the shower about now. I texted a message to her "call me" and went downstairs for breakfast. I ordered the Belgian waffles with two eggs on the side. Breakfast of champions, I thought. I finished, tipped the waiter 20%, and headed back to my room. I called Donna again. Still no answer, so I began to worry. It was now 8:30 and I had to pack and run for the airport to catch the 10:00 am flight. The next 30 minutes were a blur as I threw stuff in my bag, checked out and caught a taxi for the 10 minute ride to the airport. I did the self-check in and was soon moving through the TSA line. By 9:30 I was at the gate just as the boarding call began for group A passengers. I was group C so had about 5 minutes to call Donna. She answered on the third ring. "Hi honey she said," in a subdued tone. "Hi, how is everything going?" "Under control. Tom was just an awful wreck. I think he might have done something really bad if I hadn't got to him when I did. Thank you for letting me go to him." "Of course. I wouldn't want anything ugly to happen. So what happened? Oh, wait. I have to go. I'm boarding now. I'm glad everything is ok and I'll see you when I get home. I love you." "I love you," she said. "I hope everything's ok." "What do you mean?" "I'll tell you when you get home." "Why can't you tell me now?" "I stayed in bed with Tom last night. I ... I thought it was the only way to make sure he was safe. Are you mad?" "We'll talk when I get home," I said as I walked down the ramp to my waiting plane. Although only an hour and a half, it was the longest flight I've ever been on. I replayed the conversation with Donna in my head about a hundred times. She said she stayed in bed with him, she didn't say she had sex with him. Maybe not a big difference to some but it was important to me. I remembered back to when we were first dating in college. I think it might have been our second or third or fourth date, she stayed overnight in my apartment and we cuddled together under the blankets until we fell asleep. We never did more than kiss but it was one of the best nights of my life. It was the night I fell in love with her. We shared secrets about our innermost desires and fears. I loved her so much back then. And I still do. Eventually my flight touched down in St. Louis and I headed for the shuttle to the long term parking lot. Forty-Five minutes later, I was pulling into my driveway. It was about 1:00 and I was hungry. But more than that I wanted to see my wife. Donna's car was gone. I walked into the house from the garage and looked around for a note or anything. No note but I found the sheets in the bedroom wet with sex smell. There was a candle stub left on the nightstand, two wine glasses and some of her clothes strewn around the room. A blind man could reconstruct this crime scene. I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands. I felt sorry for myself for being so stupid to allow Donna to "date" in the first place. It's true that men and women can't be friends. They were made to mate with each other. I then started to feel a little bit sad for Donna. Wonderful, bubbly Donna was so distraught and ashamed she couldn't face me. That's the only reason she isn't here waiting for me. I dialed her. "Hello," she answered. "Are you home yet?" "I'm home alright." My answer told her I knew what she had been up to last night. "Do you want me home? Or should I just stay away?" she asked quietly. "Home. I want you home." "OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes or so." I was tired so I kicked off my shoes, moved the covers over and lay down on my bed. I stayed over on the side that wasn't too wet although somehow it seemed the entire mattress had been permeated with wet sex juice. It didn't seem to matter as I tried to compose the words I would say to Donna. But nothing seemed to come to me. I couldn't find the words. After an eternity I heard the garage door open and a minute later, I heard her walking into the kitchen. She called out my name and I answered, "I'm in the bedroom." She must have grimaced at that. Returning to the scene of the crime. She came into the bedroom and without saying a word, stood by the doorway facing me with her head down. Without hesitation, I got up from the bed, walked over to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I began to nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek as she silently dripped tears down her face. I sighed and then she sighed. We both started to speak at once, and then I said "you first." "I was bad." "Maybe," I said non-committedly. "Why don't you just tell me what happened." "I think you can see what happened," she said with a sharp tone. "Do I have to spell it out?" "I just want to know what happened, Donna. Now tell me about last night." She sat on the edge of the bed and began her account. "I don't know what to say. I went over to his house and at first he didn't even want to talk to me. I made him open up and he let me in. So then we just talked about how sometimes life sucks and I told him he was just in a rough patch but it would get better. I hugged him and he said thanks that really made him feel better that maybe somebody cares. I told him lots of people care but I just happened to be the one here with him at the moment. "That got him talking about how he doesn't do good with women and now he's lost his wife and me the only two women in his life that he thought were special to him. Then he started to cry in my arms like a baby. Finally I told him, that's it mister, we're going. You're coming over to my place and I'm going to fix us something to eat. So I made him get in my car and we came home." "Well, I can pretty much see what happened then. Where do we stand Donna?" "Like I told you. Tom was so depressed, I just did everything I could think of to cheer him up. I fixed us dinner with a glass of wine. I thought that would help. That made him feel a little better, and then I suggested we stay up and watch old movies. That sounded good to him but then I suggested he needed to bathe first, and shave." So I filled the tub with hot water and told him to get in. He just took off his clothes and got in the tub. He seemed to relax in the water and just lay his head back and closed his eyes. That's when I collected his clothes and put them in the washer. I came back in and he was still in the tub so I knelt down and told him to lean forward. I soaped up a washcloth and began to scrub his back. I just wanted him to feel loved and cared for. After he finished bathing and shaving, I put him in our bed and he fell asleep. It wasn't about sex. He just needed to be cared for and loved. I tidied up things a little and then I decided I was tired and wanted sleep. I took a shower first, then dried off and slid in bed next to him. It just seemed so natural. Almost like I was sliding into bed with you. I spooned up next to him and fell asleep. We didn't have sex until this morning. I woke up first and just snuggled up to him to keep warm. I tickled his back and gently rubbed his body. Eventually he woke up and whispered "thank you" to me. I just squeezed him tight and told him "you're welcome." After a few minutes he rolled over on his back, pulling me towards him with his arm. I instinctively reach my arm over his body and stroked his chest and stomach. We just lay like that for the longest time, touching and holding each other. I was dying to know if Tom was aroused so I accidentally on purpose moved my hand down lower till I found his erection in my hand. "Someone's feeling better," I said to him. He smiled and yawned, then rolled over on top of me. He pinned my arms down and kissed my neck and nuzzled against me. At first I told him we shouldn't be doing that but he wouldn't let me up. He lay between my legs holding me down and he kept both of my arms pinned over my head. I couldn't do anything at that point except let him have me. It was torture to feel him loving my body and knowing I would have to tell you about it later. I'm sorry," she said in her little girl voice. "Sounds like he forced himself on you." "Maybe. I think maybe I wanted him to though. Kinda like if he forced himself on me, it wouldn't be my decision. Then I wouldn't have so much guilt." "Then why do you feel so guilty?" "Because I've been a naughty, naughty girl," she said as she looked slyly up at me. "Oh, you've been naughty all right. The question is what to do with you." "You could hold me and love me. Then we can go from there," her little girl voice offered. I moved over to her facing her where she sat on the bed. Not saying a word, I pushed her shoulders back pinning her to the bed. I looked her over deliberately taking my time to inspect her body up and down. Reaching down under her dress, I slid her panties down her ankles, pulling them off. Kneeling on the floor in front of her I gently pulled her knees apart and leaned forward, inspecting her matted pubic hair. Strangely, the thing I had most feared didn't really upset me. Instead, her messy wet pussy lips looked beautiful at that exact moment. The strong scent between her legs seemed to tell me that not only had she fucked Tom, she had enjoyed it immensely. I licked my tongue on her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Donna didn't say anything, but her breathing quickened just a little. I then lapped slowly up and down the full length of her sex opening, letting my hands push her legs apart with more force. She groaned and moved her legs far her back against her body. I licked her up and down several more times as she started to pant. Abruptly then, I stood up, unbuckled my pants, kicked them off and went for it. I was so hard at this point and she was so wet I went right in. I pounded hard into Donna, letting my anger at her and erotic feelings express themselves all at once. After about ten strokes, I came in her, adding my semen to her lover's earlier deposit. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeeh, OOHHHH!!" she screamed as I filled her opening. We stopped motionless then, looking into each other's eyes, wondering what was happening, where was our relationship headed. After a moment, I laid down on her kissing her softly at first, then more needy, then softly stopping. I held her and we didn't move, afraid to change the moment, afraid to lose something. The moment of intimacy passed. I quipped, "Well, I see he didn't stretch you too much." "It wasn't for lack of trying. Damn thing was really big," she fired back. "Liar, I bet he's four inches, tops. And besides, if he was that big you'd be too sore for sex with me." "Sweetie, know that I love you like no other, but his cock was huge and I have personally never had one that big inside me. I felt filled up like I've never felt before. And for the record, I WAS sore. It's just that I would never turn you down, especially not now, not after last night..." as her voice trailed off. "Hey, want to go get some ice cream?" I asked. She looked at me strangely. Then tearing up she said, "Yes." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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  5. I have always been told that my mom was beautiful/hot by my friends. She's 48, cute and fit(see my profile pic). She has been married with my dad for more than 23 years and lately I have been noticing strange things happening... She texts a lot when my dad is at work, she goes out much often and tell me to not tell my dad about it, her cellphone is always password coded and she always has it with her even when she goes to the bathroom. I have started developing a fetish about seeing my mom with another man. I jerkoff alot thinking about that and I'd like to chat with someone about that (I can show some pictures of her privately). PS: My dad is a bit older than her and has erection problems because of his diabetes.
  6. First time posting. Hope all goes well. When I was in my mid twenties my girlfriend at the time and I would often go to Le Trapeze in NYC. My biggest turn on was to watch her with older guys, say 40+ years old. She would suck their cocks while I watched. She wouldn't let any have intercourse but I always got really hot watching. I would usually pick out the guys but occasionally she would nudge me with her elbow if she saw a guy that turned her on. They would of course be the guys with the biggest cocks. I used to get so hot when she would slide over and after a minute or two of small talk start to handle them and them start her oral service. She was an incredible cock sucker and a lot of old guys found that out. I found I would be particularly turned on if the wives of these guys would either not initiate action with me or only stroke me while I watched. Sometimes the wives would smile at me while they stroked me and ask if I was turned on. On several occasions I would ask them to do the same to me and they would either refuse or just say something like "lets just enjoy the show" I found that very humiliating but extremely erotic and exciting at the same time. On one occasion the wife spread her legs and told me to lick her as she wanted to be pleasured while watching her husband get sucked. That was a huge turn on. Anyone have similar interests or experiences ?
  7. ONE I’d gone out drinking with a co-worker, and we ended up talking about trends in porn, and he let slip that his fiancée had picked up a couple of guys in Vegas and he liked it. Felt it had done their relationship a lot of good. Said he was excited about getting married now, that it didn’t mean an end to sex. Then a few weeks later a guy I knew from high school visited and told us this crazy story. Cal was travelling up the West Coast, doing his On The Road thing 50 years too late. He was passing through San Francisco and I invited him to stay at my place. To be honest, I had a lot to be proud of, and a lot I wanted to show off. I’ll tell you more about that later, but here’s the story he told us both, me and Kim, within a drink or two after I came back from work. You hear this and tell me it wasn’t some kind of set-up for the whole damn thing. “I was in this town,” he said, “and I checked into this hostel and was having a beer when this guy comes up and asks if I want to fuck his wife.” “No way,” said Kim “Yes way,” said Cal. “Anyway, I took a look at her, and she wasn’t bad. I mean, they’d come planning to do this, right? So I go back to their place and we get high and pretty soon she just starts blowing me, her husband sat right there.” “Didn’t that freak you out?” I said. “Kinda, I guess, but it was hot too. I mean, I was stoned and this guy’s wife had my cock in her mouth. I was doing good. I liked it” “What happened next?” said Kim. “Well, she kept blowing me, then he joined in – didn’t touch me, we talked about that – and then we fucked her brains out. It was ridiculous. And you know what?” “No, what?” “She called me over the next day while her husband was at work and sucked my dick again, said ‘young cum is good for me’ and sent me on my way.” “Wow,” I said, “that’s fucked up.” “I think it’s cool,” said Kim. “Sounds exciting.” The whole story’s right there. I wish I’d seen it coming. TWO My name’s Bucky Goldstein, or it is in this story, because there’s no way I’m telling you my real name, not with what’s about to go down. But I’ve got to tell someone about it, because it’s fucked up, which is why I’m typing it out here, just to see how it happened, to check out any narrative kinks and get it straight in my head. I’m a systematic kind of person. I was born in a small town but I did good in high school. Über geek. Ended up going to a great college, finished early, then came out here to San Francisco for a fantastic job three years ago, for a big company you’ve definitely heard of, but back when it was much, much smaller, and they were still paying in stock as much as cash. I’m not famous, and I’m not rich compared to some of my peers – but my boss, less than 10 years older than me, and someone who knows my name – he’s in the top 100 richest in the US. He lives like a god, but I have about as much money as the good-looking dancer who can’t sing in the boyband a couple of years after they split, if he had a good accountant and lawyer. I don’t have a jet but I have a kickass home with a pool and cabana. I’ve got three cars, a Tesla, a BMW and a 1965 Cobra, in chrome. I have a statue of Yoda in my garden, right in a nice spot to get high in. Key point: I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, which is great, especially as I didn’t have the easiest time growing up. Let’s just say that all of grade school sucked, and college too, aside from classes. It wasn’t until I banked my first paycheck for more than $10k a month that I started to relax, smoke weed, and enjoy life. Of course, that was a few years ago. I make way more now and life’s even better. THREE OK, so I had no friends growing up, et cetera, and now I’m living the dream the real fantasy is, of course, to go back to school and show those dull fucks exactly how it turned out. Trouble is, ten-year reunion isn’t for another few years, and so I mostly show off my lifestyle online, with that all-chrome Cobra getting way too few likes, a real sign that my old peers still have shitty taste. That’s why I leapt at the chance when Cal posted that he was traveling up the West Coast, and that we should hit him up if we had any cool ideas or a place to stay. I got in touch and said he could stay with me – in my cabana, in fact, which is a real architectural structure, not just poles and sheets. Cal said yes fast, and would keep in touch on the exact dates, and so on, and in the meantime I plotted how to show him that I had won while he and the others had lost. It seemed like it would be very easy. You see, Caleb Novak was kind of dumb and easily impressed in high school. One of the guys who never gave a second thought to giving me a hard time, and who probably felt I was a little starstruck around him, what with him being on half the school teams and fucking all the best teens. Moreover, I wasn’t buying this soulful Beat-poet reinvention. I knew he’d see what I had and want it, and the lack of it would mean that every time he thought of me he’d feel a mix of envy, failure and shame, which were the emotions he and his friends had made live through back in the day. He was going to get the full experience, and know exactly awesome my life was, day in and day out, which meant, of course, that he’d be meeting Kim. Yeah, I need to get round to her, since she girl who gets fucked at both ends. FOUR Kim is 24. Long limbs, full breasts, round ass, doe eyes and lips. Full on ethnic-American beauty, a generation removed from the old country and determined to get rich in this one. To be honest, she’s the kind of girl you dream about if you’ve got a little money. So I’m with her because she’s hot and she’s with me because I’m rich. I know that, I’m not stupid, but we get along all the same, and while there’s always this balance of terror going on in re if I stop being rich and making her life awesome she’ll leave, and if she stops being attractive and letting me fuck her then I’ll kick her out, we do like each other, I think. At least, we have a lot of fun high and fuck all the time. Anyway, that’s what you need to know about me and Kim – her real name, by the way, as we’re not together anymore, so fuck it – just bound together by money and sex, and we had a lot of both, until Cal came between us. No. Wait, that’s not true. After he left we had even more. FIVE Cal was just staying one night. I was going to be at work when his bus got in, but I had a driver wait for him with a sign and a bottle of champagne in the back of the limo. When he arrived Kim was home, and so were the gardener and maid, so I guess he hung out there and got high, swam, whatever, by which I mean I have no fucking idea what he got up to, but suspect he was already putting the moves on my girlfriend, or she on him, as this would explain how quickly his nuts got in her mouth later. Cal and I hadn’t seen in each other in years, and when I saw him he had longish hair and a short beard and looked like a lumberjack. Now I’ll be the first to admit I don’t really know how the rest of the economy operates, but I felt sure that he was, in a very real sense, entirely unemployable outside of the most basic sectors. Then it hit me. Cal was the Millennial Malaise made plaid and beard. Behind his pose he was desperate for recognition and success in the crassest, most media-friendly ways possible. My task was going to be so much easier. SIX So I came back from work, parked the Cobra and went into the property. I looked in the living room and kitchen, but then I heard water splashing through the patio doors and went to the garden and down one of the paths. Through the trees I could see Kim in a bikini on a sun-lounger by the pool, and Cal’s head bobbing up and down in the water. I went out to say hi. “Hey,” said Cal, “nice fucking place, man. Can you get me a job?” I heard that all the time from people with shitty lives, who had no idea what I did and no capacity to do it. “I’ll see what I can do,” I said, “know any good algorithms?” “Algor-gasms?” I smiled. He was still an idiot. “Still, man. Kim told me she hardly sees you. You work too hard, man. You should take it easy, enjoy life, like me.” “I know,” I said, “but –” I gestured at the pool, hot tub, cabana, the vines and the fig trees. The whole damn property. “Yeah,” he said, “I get it. You’ve got it.” “Hey babe,” it was Kim. “Can you get us some more drinks, and a few more joints?” She looked amazing, which she should, as she did nothing all day except get high, work out, tan, shop, get dressed, and wait for me to come home and fuck her. I bet Cal had never been with a girl who looked like Kim, never mind one who worked her ass like her. She had a trick with her pussy that could make me cum without either of us moving an inch, like it was sucking me off. I worked out once she was worth a third more than her allowance just on what I’d spend on escorts alone if we weren’t together. She was excellent value for money. I went back to the main house and got changed into my trunks, put some beers and ice in a little cooler, and picked up a pack of pre-rolled joints and lighter. The best weed in town, the guy had said, but I found it hard to tell the difference, and I just wanted to get fucked up. When I got back Cal and Kim were sitting in the hot tub, smiling. Shit, my life was good. SEVEN I handed Cal and Kim two beers, then lit a joint, took a hit, and passed it on. I held the smoke inside until I was in the hot tub. When I exhaled the world softened, time became unmoored, and for a moment I wished I had a pen and paper to write something down. “This is good shit,” I said instead, “You’ll like it.” I haven’t always smoked weed. I never smoked in high school, or college. I didn’t get into it until I moved to San Francisco, but I was pretty good at it. I even wanted to go to Burning Man and see the ageing psychedelic revival, but Kim wanted to come too, and the idea of us both tripping and getting into orgy scene terrified me, so we never did that. Even so, the key point here is that I liked sex and drugs a lot, like many 20-somethings. They were kind of what I lived for. EIGHT We all got real high, real fast, and we asked Cal about his adventures on the road, and pretty soon he told us the story I opened with, the one about him meeting this couple and then going back and he and the husband fucking the wife into a gibbering wreck. He was very graphic, and I listened while Kim asked a lot of questions. “It was pretty wild,” he said. “I mean, I was looking for stories on the road, but sex with a middle-aged couple? It kind of threw my whole spiritual quest. Now I can’t stop thinking about fucking. I’ll probably just fuck my way to Vancouver without writing a line.” “Then you’ll get Asian fever,” Kim said, and I hoped she’d get horny and I’d fuck her later, that she’d come onto me before I came onto her. “How about it, babe?” She said to me. “What?” “You want to fuck the West Coast like that?” “Ah –,” I said, “no.” I was lying, of course. I had Kim, but I was busy as fuck, and now it seemed Cal had all this free time and sex. I mean, I liked Kim, a lot, she was as good as that porn star you like, but I wouldn’t mind fucking this Jenn with her husband, or doing some chick from Hong Kong in Vancouver and then maybe hitting some Inuit pussy. I wouldn’t mind a little variety, and I wouldn’t mind not going to work. We went to the kitchen and raided the fridge, and Cal was all impressed with the range of cold cuts and so on, and I opened a bottle of champagne. I was a generous host. My life was good. NINE We finished the food and wine and then went back and sat in the hot tub. We were talking about weed, and Cal said he’d got a great batch, something called triple-x fly. Said it would blow our minds. Kim and I agreed to try it. Cal got out, dried his hands on a towel, then went into the cabana. Kim turned to me and whispered. “Have you seen it?” “What, the weed?” “His cock.” she said, hands held apart. “I feel sorry for those girls he’s fucking.” She giggled. Cal came back with a lit joint. “That’s a big one,” said Kim, and I thought fuck no. “Yeah,” said Cal, squatting beside her. “It’ll put a smile on your face. But go slow – it’s real strong.” His hand was on her shoulder. “Let me try it,” I said, and he gave it to me and I took a big hit, then another, to calm my nerves and show off, and I saw stars and then nothing. I came to a few seconds later. I’d passed out and Cal had pulled me out of the hot tub, put me on the grass. I sat up, but I was ten kinds of fucked up, the pulse in my head humming like a UFO. “I’ll go inside a while,” I said, “maybe I’ll throw up. Don’t worry. I’ll be OK. It’s alright.” TEN I went inside and planned to make it to a bathroom, but instead I ended up on a couch, tripping out and waiting for the room to stop spinning. I closed my eyes and a problem from work came into view, and I grabbed a pen and paper and sketched out a few different approaches. This is what I liked to do. This is what I was good at. Eventually I looked outside and saw lights reflecting from the pool, and heard splashes and Kim’s voice going “shhhhh!”, and I remembered she was out there, with Cal. I must have been working a long time. Either that, or those two worked really fast. I decided to investigate. I kept quiet as I walked because I was curious and scared and high as fuck, sometimes lost on my own property. I stayed in the shadows and could see they were both back in the hot tub. Kim was sitting on Cal’s lap, and they were kissing. They were making out, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just kept quiet and kept watching, until they got out of the water. Kim went into the cabana first, taking off her bikini top and squeezing her tits as she walked there. Cal followed with a grin on his face, one hand holding his big cock through his shorts. I closed my eyes and saw flash images of sex that I wanted to jump in and join. I thought I was going to pass out again. I grabbed my cock to get a focus on things. ELEVEN I moved through the garden so I could see through the back window of the cabana. They never even closed the curtains. They were kissing, and Cal had his hands on my girlfriend’s tits and she was working on the front of his trunks. “We have to be quick,” Kim said, “so just cum in my mouth when you can.” She pulled out his cock. It was impressive, and she got on her knees while Cal sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. "You want to suck a big cock, huh?" Kim looked up at Cal and nodded as she began taking more of it in her mouth, holding his shaft with both her hands. She got his dick all wet like that, then took her lips off and began jerking him. "You like getting a blow job from your friend’s girl, Cal? It make you feel good to be bad?" “I do and it does. And what about you – you like being a slutty girlfriend?” She put his cock between her tits and jiggled. “What do you think?” “I think you’re nasty slut who wants to get fucked.” “Uh-uh. I just want you to cum.” With that Kim shut up, filled her mouth with Cal’s dick, and didn’t take it off until he was done shaking, groaning, and unloading, just the way she liked it. Kim’s head jerked slightly as the first shots of spunk hit the back of her throat, then she got his cock deeper for the rest. She gagged and spluttered as he kept cumming a long time. Kim eventually pulled back and swallowed and opened her mouth, and some of the jizz on her lips and chin fell down onto her tits. “Thanks,” she said, “I needed that.” “What about you – you want me to go down?” “No time,” she said, and went out and jumped in the pool. He went in after her, and they floated around and started talking about movies. I crept through the shadows back to the main house, then walked back more loudly along the path. “Hey!” I said, “I’m OK now. Just needed to lay down a little.” “Hi, babe,” Kim said, and she swam over, got out of the pool. She kissed me, and I felt like spittings. I grabbed a beer and downed half of it in one. This was turning into a fucking nightmare. The full story (7k+ words) is at the author's website (NSFW text)
  8. More stories at the author's blog, and get the full story at Amazon (link). PROLOGUE My wife's parents were strict about dating while she was in school, and she missed out on a lot that other people in the US take for granted. But after Priya finished her master's she moved to San Francisco to work, and that's where I met her. She's smart, hard-working and beautiful, but I was the first man she'd ever been with. Her first boyfriend, in fact, and although she loves me I know she's always been hung up about my greater experience, more embarrassed than jealous. "I don't know what I'm doing," she said, and I had to admit, she was right. We both see ourselves as rational, intelligent people, and so perhaps it's not surprising that when I asked Priya to marry me she said yes, but on one condition: she wanted to sleep with another man before becoming my wife. How could I say no? "We go to Vegas," I said, "so it stays there." "OK," said Priya, "then we'll get a room, a nice one, and I'll find someone, then bring them back." "And?" "Well then, you know –" "What about me?" "You could take a walk. See a show. Play the slots. I don't know." "No. If this happens I need to be there." "What? Watching?" "Not only. I want to join in, too." "Really?" "Really." ONE We got a room in a good hotel and flew in early one weekend. We had a balcony overlooking the strip and another one over the pools, and a lot of things to make us feel happy and gamble, but we were in town for one thing and one thing only: to get Priya laid. We arrived, got the suite, had a drink and smoked some weed on the balcony. I thought it was a little early, just the afternoon, but Priya told me to relax. "It's Vegas, dear. Everyone wants to get lucky. I read up on this, don't worry." "OK, then, let's get ready to go." "Let's?" "Sure, I want to watch." "You want to see me pick up another man, not just, you know –" "Yes, just make sure he knows what to expect." "And what is that?" It was then I realized – I just wasn't sure. TWO The bathroom had a huge tub and a shower big enough for four. We got clean and got ready to go out. Priya wasn't wearing underwear, just heels and a tight, black dress with no seams and a low front that showed off the depth of her cleavage. She has a small waist and great tits that she keeps high and mighty with good diet, exercise, and yoga. When she finished putting on her make-up she gave me a view of what was on offer, every curve and bounce on tight display. I'd never seen happier, more excited, or more beautiful. I wondered how long she'd wanted to dress like this, and what else she'd been hiding. "Do I look like a prostitute?" "You look great," I said, shocked at the question. Priya pouted. "Come on, if you're not into this, just tell me." She lifted up the front of her dress and showed off her shaved pussy. "Now, do I look like a prostitute or a woman who needs a friend, because I'm going for the latter." "OK," I said, "the latter." "Good. I don't want to get thrown out. What do you think the guys down there will want to do with me?" "Fuck you," I said. "Good. I think I'm ready for a DP." "A what?" "A DP, dear, double penetration. I've been looking online. Looks like yoga will be useful." THREE The deal was we went down together, and I'd sit in a bar with a book while she used that as a base to pick out someone she wanted to fuck. I was to wait until she made some physical contact that met with a good response, and then I had to get back to the room before they did. Priya was going to explain it all to the strange cock in the bar, but I wanted to clear the area before he had a chance to spot me. I also didn't want an awkward ride up in the elevator with some guy who was about to fuck my girlfriend. Wait, my fiancée. Shit. And how was he going to fuck her? Maybe we should have discussed this in more detail FOUR We went down to the floor together. We chose a bar between two coffee stores and in front of rows of slots. Priya sat down, and I kept moving until I found a spot where I could keep an eye on her while drinking a beer and taking in the usual scenes of Vegas in the early afternoon, a bunch of winners and a lot more losers. The weed was hitting good, and I was alive to the fact that anything could happen, the idea that lit up the brains of everyone who walked by. Priya was right, as she usually was. Few straight men would refuse the offer she was making them – commitment free sex with highly kinky overtones. The old Vegas slut girlfriend / hot wife tale, and now it was happening to me. I watched Priya for some time before she caught someone's eye and waved to them. He was a big guy and went over, smiling, and sat down. They must have made a little small talk, and then my girlfriend touched his arm, and he grinned wide and covered her hand with his own, lifted it up and kissed it. It was time to go back to the room, but just as I was leaving I glanced back and saw another guy join them at the table. I turned away and kept walking to the elevator then went up to the room, wondering if this meant the deal was off, and if it was, how I felt about that. I sat in the room, got a beer from the minibar, and waited to see what would happen. It was an hour before my girlfriend came back. FIVE There was a knock at the door, and I could hear giggling and voices. It sounded like Priya was drunk and there was a crowd in the hallway. She seemed to struggle with the door, but then it opened and there she was with a smile on her face and four cocktail umbrellas in her hair. Behind her were two big guys, like wrestlers, smiling back at me with perfect teeth, both holding bottles of beer. Priya looked tiny next to them. "Hello, dear," she said. "I got a little carried away. I hope you weren't lonely." A guy walked in before I could answer, the first one she'd chosen. "Hey, man, I'm Matt. Nice to meet you. Glad to help with your fantasy here." I wanted to say that it was Priya's fantasy, not mine, but that didn't seem right either, when the other guy came in, grabbed my hand and started shaking it, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Logan. Your room's nice, man, Priya too. I like her tits." He laughed and I suddenly felt awkward, being introduced to two guys who were no doubt going to fuck my girlfriend in front of me. They must have thought I was an idiot. Then I realized why she'd chosen them. They looked just like the steroid pornstars she'd been watching to prepare for today. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I wondered how big their cocks were. "You see, dear," she said, leading the guys to a couch, "I was just sealing the deal with Matt here when Logan sat down. So I thought might as well make good use of the room, and this kind of thing is very popular now." "What is?" "DPs, TPs, mini-gangbangs, that kind of thing." My mouth must have dropped. "Don't look so shocked, dear. I know all the words. For example, I know that you'd be called a cuckold, and I'd be a hot wife, or maybe a slut wife – no, a cheating girlfriend. What do you think?" I thought she was full of surprises. SIX I took a seat in a chair opposite the couch that Logan and Matt were sitting on as Priya went to get some beers. None of us said a word until she returned. She came over with four beers, one for each of us, and gave me one then took a seat between Logan and Matt. Priya was so inexperienced that just the closeness of these guys made her look overwhelmed, and her breathing became faster and shallower, like she might faint. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply for a few cycles, then seemed to relax. "OK," she said, "let's do this." I watched as she placed a hand on the guys' thighs, smiling back at me as she moved up to their crotches, then staying there and massaging whatever they were packing. Priya's eyes told me they were huge. For the next few minutes she took turns kissing both guys as they groped her tits and ass through the dress. At one point Matt was behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing up against her ass, while Logan had his face buried in her cleavage, eventually lifting one tit out, then the other. Soon Priya was held up between the two men, their big hands pawing her, touching wherever they wanted, her tits hanging out over the top of her dress. She looked at me, and I didn't know what to do. She pushed the guys away and stretched, arching her back so her naked breasts were pushed out and jiggled. "Help me take off my dress," she said, and Matt grabbed the hem and lifted it up over her waist, and we could all see that she had a shaved pussy and no underwear, that her whole body was a perfect tan. The guy pulled the dress up over her tits and then over her head, then stopped and held it tight like that. My girlfriend was now naked, save for a pair of high heels and a bunched up dress over her face. She couldn't see anything, but Matt and Logan looked at her round, brown ass, thin waist, flat stomach, and gravity-defying bazongas. The secret was now out, Priya was made for fucking, and while her dress was stuck over her head they moved their hands all over her body, kissed her tits and even ran their fingers along her pussy and ass crack, slipping the tips inside when they could. Two men were now making love to my girlfriend, right in front of me, and I didn't know what would happen next. How much of this had Priya planned out with the guys, and how much was their own initiative? At what point should I join in, and when should I ask them to stop? SEVEN Priya moaned and struggled, until the guys lifted the last of the dress up over her head and set her free. She blinked at the light and got her bearings, and I marveled at the change that seemed to have come over her in the short time she'd been groped in the dark. Her eyes were wilder, and her teeth flashed more often, but most of all it looked like she needed to be held down and fucked a long time. She grabbed her own pussy with one hand and stuck some fingers inside, used her thumb to rub her clit. She stuck out her tongue, put her pussy-wet fingers in her mouth and then ran them over her nipples. "Come on boys," she said, drooling, "show me how to fuck." More stories at the author's blog, and get the full story at Amazon (link).
  9. My wife keeps on trying on short skirts/dresses - she likes them but thinks she is too old to go out in them at 40. I say she looks great - how can I convince her its OK to get attention (which I hope will lead to something more. lol) Dave
  10. Three part novella with wife watching, wife fucking, etc Epub and Mobi files: http://www88.zippyshare.com/v/4u3bRghU/file.html .doc file: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1pbLj9LoDkjVTVDcmU4eHBDY0k/view?usp= sharing "I came to high as hell and kind of vague as to where I was and what was happening, but as the room spun back into shape it was clear that this was the reality: My wife, Jenn, was on all fours getting pumped at both ends by two guys I didn’t know, while I was tied to a chair getting my cock sucked by some big-titted Amy she went to school with. It took a few seconds to remember how we got here, and how it all began..."
  11. I came to high as hell and kind of vague as to where I was and what was happening, but as the room spun back into shape it was clear that this was the reality: My wife, Jenn, was on all fours getting pumped at both ends by two guys I didn’t know, while I was tied to a chair getting my cock sucked by some big-titted Amy she went to school with. It took a few seconds to remember how we got here, and how it all began. PART ONE ONE Last year we moved to Newton, a town on the coast near where Jenn went to college. I’d never been there before, but she got a job and we decided to move. I work online, so I’m easy, and I liked the idea of a new scene, especially with sun and surf. Plus we were in our 30s, and it was time to move out of the city. It sounds kind of dull, right? But let’s not be coy - this is one of those ‘slut wife stories’, with plenty of sucking, fucking and cum in her hair. If that’s not your thing, then you picked the wrong book and I hope you didn’t pay for it, and maybe you’ll be upset or offended at what comes next, which is me, Jenn, a few guys and a girl called Amy with tits like you wouldn’t believe. TWO It was Saturday morning about two months after moving in. We were sitting on the balcony drinking coffee, sharing a joint, taking stock of what our new lives seemed to be. “I like it here,” Jenn said. “Me too.” “It hasn’t changed much, but I have.” “How?” “Well, I don’t feel like I need to party all the time.” She reached out and held my hand. “I’m happy at home, you know?” “Yeah,” I said, and wondered again about her ‘party years’, and what that meant, exactly. I knew there’d been two other girls, Amy and Celine, and the stories Jenn had let slip about those. But herself, what she got up to – I had no idea. She passed me the joint. I took a hit, held it, while she picked up a pair of binoculars and scanned the beach, looking for somewhere to play. “I saw this good-looking kid the other day, maybe 19, 20. He was with his mom, and she could’ve been one of my friends.” I moved behind Jenn, kissing her neck and holding her breasts though the robe. “You know what I realized? That I could fuck this guy. Not that he’d be interested, I guess.” “Bullshit. Given the chance he’d fuck you all night.” “Well, my nights are for you now, hon, and a lot more sleeping than fucking.” “Afternoons, then.” Jenn laughed, and went inside to get ready for the beach. THREE About ten minutes later she was back, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “How do I look?” She looked good. The bikini was cut to show off her long legs, firm ass and high tits. She’d put on some lipstick and eye shadow, had her hair up. She came over and kissed me. She was wearing perfume. “I make you hard, right?” “Very.” “You think any of the guys on the beach might want a piece of this?” “You don’t think so?” She smiled. “Look, I’ll take my walk on the beach, do some yoga, come back and then we can make love. A full work-out.” “Just yoga on the beach?” She was looking through the binoculars. “Yes, and….that group,” she said, moving away and letting me see a few guys with a cooler near the volleyball nets. “Keep an eye on them.” She went back into the living room, picking up a sarong, her shades and a sunhat, putting them on and checking the mirror. “What?” “Don’t worry, hon, it’s just a game, then I’ll come back and we’ll have sex.” “What’ll I do?” She took the joint off me and hit it, held it in. “Just watch. You’ll see.” She kissed me, and I breathed in the smoke. “And try not to jerk off.” FOUR Jenn left the apartment and went to the beach. I stayed on the balcony with the binoculars and picked up my tablet to look at some porn and warm up. I went to a site to find someone who reminded me of Jenn. It wasn’t difficult, she has that look, and soon I found a few sets that I could flick through while keeping an eye on the beach. I was feeling good about how the day was going. Not yet 11am and stoned immaculate, waiting to get my dick sucked. I looked up from a picture of a woman with a cock in each hand and cum on her face and saw Jenn and her big hat moving along the beach, the guys not far away. I adjusted the binoculars and settled in to watch. A bunch of frat-looking guys, drinking before noon. Jenn was so much better than they were, but the idea of them looking at her got me excited. I began thinking about the guys running a train on my wife, a hard young cock in each of her holes, one in each of her hands, just like the woman onscreen. It didn’t take long for me to see Jenn in action. She was all glammed up and posing, seemed to be throwing stoned smiles from behind her sunglasses, putting her sunhat and sarong on the sand, stretching her legs and showing off her body a few yards from the guys. Someone picked up a ball and they were tossing it around, and then I noticed one of them, the blond guy, Matt, whose cock she was sucking less than an hour later, threw it straight at Jenn’s feet. She picked up the ball and waved at the guys, shaking her tits and ass, then walked over and handed it back. That blond guy offered her a bottle of beer. Jenn took it, held it in one hand and moved the other up and down the neck between sips. Two of the guys were beside her now, and as they talked she would touch their arms and smile, and would no doubt be thinking about this when I was fucking her. FIVE I kept watching, and not much happened, but two things stuck in my memory. One is when Jenn turned and seemed to point at me, and for a moment I forgot that I was safe, just stoned and far away behind binoculars. The other is it looked like one guy had his hand on her ass, but I couldn’t tell for sure. The blond guy who’d thrown the ball and started talking to her seemed pissed at his friend, and then the grab-ass guy said something, and Jenn covered her mouth, in shock or laughing. Then he tried to pull her closer, but she pushed him away, and then turned and walked back down the beach, heading home, the guys all watching her go. She looked in my direction and waved. I went to take a shower. SIX To be honest, I liked the idea of other guys finding Jenn attractive and wanting to fuck her, and I would sometimes think about it when we made love, imagining that another man was fucking her at the same time, someone she really wanted, someone she didn’t know, loving the attention. When I came out of the shower my dick was hard. Jenn was naked on the couch, holding a joint, listening to some music, looking at a tablet and playing with a vibrator. She showed me the screen. A woman getting fucked at both ends. “She’s got better tits than me, right? But I like her shoes.” She put down the tablet and I went over and she started blowing me, mouth and pussy full. This was one of our favorite positions. Jenn liked to feel overwhelmed, and I liked getting my cock sucked. I picked up the joint and inhaled, put a hand on Jenn’s head while I gently fucked her mouth. The weed hit and I watched her working the vibrator, building herself up. I looked in a mirror and enjoyed her tits shaking as she blew me. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Later,” she said, taking her mouth off my cock and then licking my balls. “Just let me slut out first, those guys on the beach got me hot.” “I think they wanted to fuck you.” “Well, I’d let them.” My cock jerked in her hand. She continued to lick it, then stopped and looked at me. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?” I didn’t know what to say, but my dick gave another leap – the idea was now in her head. Jenn put my cock back in her mouth and waggled her head from side to side, her tongue soft and wet, then pulled back, watching spit stretch and break, hit her chin and land on her breasts. “You like that?” “Yes,” I said. She pushed herself forward and swallowed more of my cock, and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked it, then she pulled back and flicked her tongue back and forth across the shaft, getting it wet, easing her stroking, rubbing her lips on the tip when they reached the end. “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to suck my cock.” “Is that all?” I kept quiet, close to the edge. What I wanted was to cum in her face. “You want another guy with us, hon? A girl?” She dragged her tongue from my balls to the head of my cock, and then opened her mouth and took in as much as she could. I pushed deeper. She took it. “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon.” Jenn moved her head back “Not yet, I want you inside.” SEVEN She was just bending over the couch, ass in the air, when the doorbell rang. We ignored it, and then it rang again and again. “Fuck,” said Jenn, “it might be important.” She got off the couch and pressed the intercom. “What?” “Hey, Jenny, you forgot your hat.” “Fuck,” Jenn said, then louder, “OK, kid, just wait a moment, let me get something on.” She turned to me. “It’s Matt, one of the guys.” “How’d he find this place?” “I pointed out the building, said we were the top floor. I guess he found it that way. Smart kid, eh?” “Can’t he come back?” “Come on. This is hot,” she said, putting on a bathrobe. “And anyway, wasn’t this your idea?” Was it? “What about me?” “Get in there and watch,” she said, pointing to the bedroom, and then turning the couch a little, so that it was facing the mirror, “and then come out and fuck me.” It was a good idea. The bedroom door had a full-length one-way mirror built into it. If you were inside and the curtains were drawn you could see straight into the living room, and even out onto the balcony. Sitting in there it would be possible to see and hear everything, without being seen at all. Then the moment hit me. Here was Jenn, my wife, naked under a robe and ready to fuck, asking me to hide while she was getting ready – checking hair, reapplying lipstick – to see another guy. She took my dick and led me to the door, opened it. “Now get in there and watch.” “What if he gets too excited?” “Oh honey, don’t be dull.” The bell rang again. “And one more thing. Don’t freak out if I call him ‘son’, OK?” “What?” She kissed me, stepped back and closed the door while she was talking. “I’ve got fantasies, too, you know.” EIGHT I stepped back and watched her walk to door. I could hear the music playing and had a good view of the couch with, fuck it, that vibrator poking out under a cushion. She pressed the buzzer “OK, kid. Top floor apartment, some Chinese writing on the door.” I went through the possibilities in my head. She’d say thanks for the hat and flirt a bit, get turned on being sexy with some young guy, then he’d leave and I’d swoop in and finish the job. It had all the makings of a great day. NINE The door opened and the blond guy from the beach, this Matt, stepped in and handed Jenn her sunhat. “Here you are.” “Thanks, Want to get high?” “Sure,” the guy said. Jenn went over to the drawer where we kept our stash, bent over and moved her ass to the music while she rolled a joint, then gave it to the guy along with a lighter. The guy lit it, took a couple of hits. Jenn sat down on the couch, right in front of the mirror. She crossed her legs just high enough to show a glimpse of her thighs. “Come on, sit and keep me company while I see if I’m going to tan or not. I don’t like tan-lines, and neither does my husband.” “You look OK,” the guy said, sitting down just a few inches from her. Jenn took the joint off him, hit it. “Just OK?” “No. Or maybe yes. I don’t know. This is good weed. Where’s your husband?” “He’s at the store.” “When’s he get back?” “Oh, a while. He’ll call before he does, see if I need anything.” “Damn,” he guy said, throwing his head back, the smoke hitting hard, “that feels good.” “So you’ll hang out?” “Sure, and I also want to apologize for that guy down there, Andy, the one who grabbed you. He can be a real dick sometimes.” “That’s OK, sometimes those can be fun. Now you relax, I want to say thanks for bringing my hat, and also ask you a question. I don’t often get to be with nice young guys like you. This is a big opportunity for me.” “Sure, what?” “It’s a little embarrassing. You could almost be my son.” I tensed up. It was happening. “It’s OK. I’m so high now. Mom, son, whatever, it’s all good.” “Sure, that’s my point – when you see me you think ‘mom’, right? And that makes the question kind of awkward.” “It’s OK. You can ask me anything.” “Well, I was talking the other day with a friend of mine, you’d like her, everyone does, about whether it’s true that young guys are into older women now. Guys your age, women my age. This ‘milf’ thing. And I thought – well, I may as well just ask you.” “What?” Jenn opened the bathrobe and showed him her tits, and then it all happened very fast. TEN “Fuck,” the guy said, “are you for real?” “Touch me and see.” The guy put his hands out and touched Jenn’s breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, stroking the nipples. She moved a little, so that she was looking at herself in the mirror, showing me everything. She blew a kiss while this Matt guy put his face between her tits, then opened her legs as his hands began to explore her body, and the bathrobe fell open, and he could see that she was naked. How far was this going to go? “Wait,” Jenn said, and I thought that was it, she’d made her point and would send the guy back all hot and bothered, then I’d go in and fuck her, while he went away and jacked off about it the rest of the weekend. But instead she leant forward and kissed the guy, moving her hands through his hair and down his back. Then she pulled away and slipped off the robe, put her legs up and apart on the couch, and began stroking her neatly trimmed pussy. “Come on, son, you know you want to.” ELEVEN Matt moved onto his knees and put his head between my wife’s legs. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew. Jenn put one hand on his head as he was eating her, and with the other she reached under the cushion for the vibrator, turned it on, and worked it over her nipples. The guy looked up at the sound. “The idea of fucking mom turns you on?” “Yeah,” he said, “a lot.” “Then be a good boy and get me wet for your cock.” I watched as Jenn put a hand on the guy’s head and gently pushed him back to her cunt. She looked into the mirror, blissful, and mouthed the words “I love you”. This went on for some time, and then she moved, directed the guy to stand up, and when he did she kissed the front of his shorts. “It’s your turn now, don’t you think? And take off your shirt, I want to see your body again.” The guy pulled his shirt over his head, and Jenn put her hands on his shoulders, chest and abs. “Now show me what a big boy you are.” The guy pulled down his shorts and his cock sprung out. It was a good size and already hard. “Wow,” Jenn said, "I guess you do like mommy." The guy shivered with delight. “You like that? Want me to suck your cock?” The guy moaned and shook again. “Good, because I want to see how much you’ve got in these balls.” “What?” “I’m going to make you cum, Matt. Right here,” she pointed at the mirror, “so we can watch it all, OK?” She leant forward and licked the end of his cock with the hard tip of her tongue, then pulled back, looked up, and ran her fingers over the thick shaft. “One more thing: call me mom when I suck your cock, it’ll be good for you.” “OK.” “OK, what?” She said, holding his hard cock in her hands, her mouth a few teasing inches away. I don’t know how he could stand it. I was too scared to touch my own in case it exploded. “OK, mom.” She put her head forward and began to kiss the end of his cock, which jumped up as she ran her mouth over it, up and down, her tongue poking in and out, one hand on his balls, the other working the shaft, but never putting the head in her mouth. All the time her eyes stayed locked on the mirror, watching herself, watching me. “Tell me what you want,” she said “I want you to suck my cock, mom.” Jenn put the head of his cock in her mouth and began rolling her tongue around it, turning a little, to give me a better look. I saw her cheek stretch as she played with his balls, and then she winked at me as she flashed her tongue out under his shaft. “Wait, what if your guy gets back early? Is there some place to hide?” Jenn popped his cock out of her mouth, looked up and stroked his body. “Don’t worry, kid, we’ll just hide this.” She put his cock back in her mouth, grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him closer, pushing as much of his dick into her throat as she could, so that his balls swung and almost hit her chin. She stuck out her tongue and licked them. The guy looked like he was about to cum, but steadied himself by putting both hands on my wife’s head and fucking her soft, wet, mouth. As I watched my wife suck off some guy she’d met that morning all other things seemed to slip away. Was this what she wanted? Was I just supposed to watch or go in and make a scene? Did she want me to join them? TWELVE I looked back and it was clear that the guy was getting close now, and Jenn could sense it too – he was about to cum in her mouth. “No,” she said, pulling back and squeezing his cock. “I want you inside.” They moved around so that Jenn was laying on the couch and the guy slipped his cock straight, smooth and deep into my wife, Jenn was kissing him, grabbing his ass, holding him tighter. Then she looked over into the mirror and smiled, and I didn’t know if it was for me or at seeing herself being fucked hard by a young guy, the couch rocking back and forth with the thrusts. The guy knew what he was doing, going harder but not faster, gradually building her up, until there was nothing left but to fuck the last strokes into oblivion. I wanted to go in there and put my cock in her mouth, a distraction from the one in her pussy. I wanted to cum in her face. And that’s how I saw Jenn cumming with another guy for the first time, her hands digging into his ass, eyes closed and face and neck strained with pleasure. The guy kept ploughing into her and she was still cumming, then pulled out and moved up, wanking his cock near her face. Jenn was still shaking, but opened her eyes to see what was happening, saw his cock right up close, and then opened her mouth at the exact moment the guy began to cum. “Cum to mommy” she said, “shoot it all over my face.” The first shot went in her mouth, the next landed on her cheek. Jenn grabbed his cock and a few more thick gobs came out as she rubbed it against her face, then she it slipped in her mouth and shook it around, draining the last of the jizz onto her tongue. She swallowed what she could and then drooled it back out again, dripping down her chin and onto her tits. Now the guy was in control, on top of my wife and fucking her spunky tits and face, while I watched and she just moaned, begging for the young cock she had surrendered to. There was no doubt at all the guy was just using her now, the opportunity to pig out with an anonymous, cock-gobbling slut. But that slut was my wife, slick with this guy’s cum and letting her tits and mouth be fucked as he worked up another orgasm, once again aiming each shot at her face. I looked at Jenn. She was loving it, lost in the moment, eyes bright and sputtering with jizz lips – two facials in a couple of minutes. She had never looked more beautiful. I grabbed my cock. It was too much, and there was no point in holding back. THIRTEEN I was so high and came so hard I blacked out, and when I opened my eyes I was slumped on the end of the bed with cum in my hands, and there was Jenn looking at me, some of the guy’s jizz still in her hair. “I guess we lost control, eh? How about you?” “I jerked off and came,” I said, still reeling. “What was all that ‘mom’ stuff?” “It turned me on, that’s all, and he seemed to like it, too.” “Want me to call you mom?” “Come on, you’re too old for that, but you can call me ‘slut’, if you like.” “Really?” “Yeah. I mean after today, it’s kind of true, right?” Well, that was OK then, I guess. Find the rest of this story - Watching Her Fun, by PB Rider - on Amazon. PART TWO In which the narrator fucks his wife and Amy. PART THREE In which the narrator is tied up and watches his wife with two men, before being untied and joining in. pbrider.wordpress.com
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