By adamgunn
Kate
by Adam Gunn
(This is a little dated, it probably happened in the early 2010’s. Don’t trip on the anachronisms.)
“Is there anything I can help you with, ma’am?” I said. She was good looking, over 45 years old – how much over that would be hard to say, but certainly younger than I was. A pert nose, red lipstick, red curly hair that L’Oreal would term ‘bright auburn,’ slate eyes lit up within so much that they could be called silver. Below the generic tee-shirt were smallish bumps, definitely not more than a B cup, perhaps even smaller. Jeans, medium heels that brought her up to, perhaps, five feet six or seven. I noticed the lack of a wedding ring or other big jewel. Not bad, I thought, not bad at all for a sleepy Wednesday afternoon in January.
She looked me over, toe to hair, as thoroughly as I’d inspected her. She stared straight into my eyes. “Oh, there are things, yes, definitely.” I kept my eyes locked with hers, she gave up first. “I’m looking for a laptop for my friend.”
“I’ve got plenty of them,” gesturing to the two serpentines and one long shelf loaded with the devices. “What does she want to do with her computer?”
“He’s a guy.”
“Oh, sorry about that. So, what does he want to do?” We chatted about that, then she moved me on to other subjects. I certainly didn’t mind, chatting with her was better than dusting shelves. We got into whether or not she needed a new printer. She laughed gaily whenever I gave her a little joke, and then she put her hand on mine, perhaps accidentally, perhaps not, when I showed her where the SD card went into the slot. “Do you print out a lot of pictures?” I asked.
“More than I should, probably.”
“What are they of?”
“My friends, my dog, the travels I take.”
“Where do you like to go?”
“Florida, the Caribbean, any place that’s warm.”
“Don’t like this weather?” For the last few days, somebody had been shaking the snow globe, and there was a good seven inches on the grassy areas, and the mounds in the parking lot were nearly six feet high.
“Absolutely not,” she agreed, “although nights like we’re having can be nice if you want to stay by the fireplace.”
There wasn’t anyone around, particularly managers, and I didn’t think she’d mind, so I quizzed, “What do you do by the fireplace?”
“Oh,” she smiled, “sometimes I read, sometimes I watch TV, sometimes I romp around. Depends on the company I’m with. What do you like to do by a fireplace?”
“Drinking a hot toddy is always nice. Playing games.”
“What kind of games?”
“Board games, Wii, or, even better, the ones you make up as you go along.”
“Yeah, I like those, too,” she agreed.
The sales manager roamed in the next aisle, we went back to the professed objective of the meeting, I gave her the specs of the two or three computers she’d been looking at, filled her in on the details of the setup service and protection plans. “If there’s anything else I can help you with, just let me know. I’m Adam.”
“I’m Kate. I’ll be back. I promise.” With a delicate finger, she poked me in the chest.
As she walked from me, I touched her on the arm. “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t come back.”
“Oh, count on it.”
These things happen at an electronics retailer. It wasn’t the first time in my four years at the store I’d flirted, or been flirted with. The other times nothing happened, for I was loath to pursue the prey too far. I was still a few years from retirement, and I was working full time not for the money – I’d socked it away fairly well when I was working for a living – but for the health care. Paying for it before Medicare kicked in four years from now would drain my 401K pretty severely, and if I got fired for making advances toward customers, it would hurt my finances.
I daydreamt about Kate for a couple of nights, her smile and eyes coming to me in my fantasies. Other than her name, though, I didn’t have the slightest idea of how to reach her. Three days later, somebody else flirted with me, and I forgot about Kate.
Then came a Saturday afternoon shift ten days later. It was mildly busy, time was going fast, and while I was taking care of one customer, another guy caught my eye. “I’ll be with you as soon as I’m done,” I promised. I finished up with them rather quickly, then looked for the short, mildly pudgy, bald-headed fellow. I found him standing by the laptops, looking at (surprise) the lowest cost computer. “Do you think this will do the job?”
“Depends on what the job is.” Just then I felt a prod in my back. Turning around, there was Kate. “Oh, hello!”
“Hi. See you found Rich.”
“I guess I did. You’re Rich?”
He blandly admitted the coincidence. As the three of us chatted about his computer needs, I came to the discernment that Kate and Rich were a couple. An old Joe Jackson song came to mind. ‘Is she really going out with him? / Is she really going to take him home tonight?’
Rich answered my questions and responded to my suggestions in a tedious monotone, Kate was boisterous and all over the place, interrupting my smooth sales pitch continually. “What about the little things over there? They’re cute!”
“Those are netbooks. Excellent machines, if all you want to do is get on the internet and check email. Not much good for anything more.”
“Maybe I should get one. I could put it in my purse.”
“Maybe. Here’s what I use.” I reached into the pockets of my khaki, got my iTouch out, jumped on my browser.
“I’ve got one of those,” she admitted. “Maybe you could explain a few things for me.”
“Sure.” Rich just stood there with a vacuous expression, apparently he was used to his girl friend jumping in on his personal space.
After three or four minutes, we moved over to the iPod docks, and I put her Touch on one. Surprisingly, there was a total of only twelve songs on it. “You’re into repetition, I take?”
“Not really, I like a lot of variety.” The sparkle in her eye alerted me that she might not be talking of music. “But I just got it for Christmas, and don’t know how to get all those songs on.”
“It’s easy.”
“Yeah, but it’s always fun to have someone help you with the ropes, isn’t it?’ A little wink. “Maybe you could help me sometime.” At this, Rich just gave her a look that could be interpreted, ‘oh, that old line again.’
Eventually, we went back to computers, and Rich picked out a computer that fit his needs. For whatever reason, he wanted to think about it some more, so I gave him the information and wished them well. As she left, Kate said, “See you soon,” and poked me in the arm.
“I can only hope.”
Less than a week later, I was sitting in the Panera Bread before work, working on my laptop. “Hey, it’s you!” Kate said.
“So it is. Sit down. How are you?”
“Fine. What are you doing?”
“Writing.”
“Writing what?”
It was quiet in my corner, no one could eavesdrop easily. “Erotic stories,” I admitted.
“Nah,” she denied.
“Really. Want to read it?”
“Sure.” I turned the laptop to her.
previously been harmlessly on her arm now went to her midriff and a finger snuck through the border of her blouse onto the bare skin below.
Tracey didn’t complain. In fact, she bent her head back to a position where Paul could kiss her if he bent over slightly, and this he did. Tenderly, their lips met and the tongues touched, exploring then drawing back for another flick. Paul’s hand continued the expedition, and he unloosed one button so he could put his entire palm inside the blouse. As they continued to kiss, a finger made contact with the bottom of her bra and he traced the edge from one rib to the other. Since she failed to protest the intrusion, he became emboldened and the finger traveled up the valley between her breasts and traced the top of the bra. As his curled digits continued the investigation of the bare skin above her underwear, his wrist smoothly brushed the mound of her breast.
Tracey was fully aware, of course, of the intrusion, and while her brain was screaming, ‘You can’t do this!’ another part of her was lazing in the attention, relishing the heat rising from her innards. If she made no effort to halt Paul, she also, other than the continuing kiss, failed
“Well, that’s not bad. Can I read the rest?”
“After I’m finished with it.”
“When will that be?”
“Who knows? It’s more of a hobby with me than a profession. Although I’ve been published.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Ezines mostly. Twice I’ve had stories in anthologies.”
“Hmmm. I don’t think I’ve ever met a real writer before.”
“You still haven’t. I sell computers, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” We continued to chat about my other ‘career’, I told her she could find me on asstr and literotica if she wanted to. We switched to talking about her, I found out that she lived nearby in an apartment complex.
“With Rich?” I asked.
“Oh, you’ve got that all wrong. He’s just a friend with limited benefits.”
“limited benefits?”
“Yeah. We’ve known each other for twenty years. His wife threw him out a couple of years ago, and I sort of took him under my wing. I help him do things around the house, invite him over to dinner once in awhile. He chases me, sometimes I let him catch me. It’s all very innocent.”
“I see.”
“So did you mean what you said the other day?”
“Of course I did,” I exclaimed, as if my feelings were hurt. “And, by the way, what did I say?”
“How you promised to help me with my iTouch.”
“Oh, that, sure. What do you need?”
“Come over to my place, show me how to put things in it.”
“I’d be happy to show you how I put it in.”
A wicked smile came to her face. One of her fingers came gently to my nose, gently pushed on it. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
I made an appointment to come over to her house the next night after she got home from work. I was working the early shift.
When I knocked on her door, I was holding a single rose. With a ribbon around it’s stem, I’d attached a little plastic stick. “What’s that?” she asked, accepting the token.
“One-thousand, four-hundred and thirteen songs,” I replied.
“Really. On this little thing?”
“You’d be surprised at how big little things can get.”
“Oh, show me!” And she led me to her computer.
First, I showed her how to put a CD in, bring up iTunes and import the songs. Then we hooked up her iTouch and I showed her how to sync it. “Wow,” she said, “so that CD is now on the Touch.”
“Yep. Now watch this.” I put the flash drive on, copied the songs unto the hard drive, imported them into the juke box software. It took some time, then when we connected the iPod, it was slowly transferring the songs. “That’s it,” I said, “for that, you owe me a drink.”
“Wine okay?”
“Just fine.” I followed her into the kitchen, she got out glasses and popped the cork. We clinked glasses, then she poked me in the chest. “Thanks.”
I poked her back, right in the middle, in the small gulley between her breasts. “You’re welcome.”
She poked me again, this time three inches to the left of center. “Watch where you’re putting that thing.”
I followed suit, my finger prodding the softness to the inside of her breast. “I will.”
Again she jabbed, this time right on top of my nipple. I cupped the breast – even encased in a bra, it didn’t completely fill my palm. She looked into my eyes, hers were sparkling. “You ready for this?”
I answered, “Absolutely.” I picked her up by her waist, sat her on the counter top. My mouth was dry, my pulse hammering. I leaned in, brought my lips to hers. It wasn’t any surprise, we both knew why I was there, but still, that first kiss, when you’re sure it will go so much further, is filled with suspense. She kissed me back, easily, yieldingly. A hand brushed the side of my hair, mine went to her back, then, further down, to her waist, to her rear end. The kiss became zealous, she bit my lip and I wondered if she’d drawn blood. My hand went once again to her breast, she sat on the counter and put her legs around my back, drew me to her. We humped through the clothes, our groins locked. She pulled off her blouse, reached behind her to unclasp the bra. I looked at the tits, they weren’t the tiniest I’ve ever seen – maybe. But because of their miniature size, the years had done little damage to them. They sagged just a little, the spots in the middle were also small, and although the center was crinkled, they didn’t rise far from the smooth white skin surrounding them. I bent over to suck on them, she was pulling my shirt over my head, then we quickly began pulling our jeans off each other. It was awkward, of course, it always is, because I was standing she managed to get my pants around my knees and I kicked them off. My sailor was standing at attention and she grasped it in her hand, giving it just a little wank, then assisted me in assigning her britches to the floor. She had one long scar on her abdomen, leftover from a surgery long ago, and she had a landing strip, about three inches wide, of red pubic hair liberally mixed with ashen strands. I put a finger inside, found the tunnel to be soggy with readiness. She leaned back, awkwardly, against the cabinets, let me play with her.
I leaned down, now here was a surprise! The clit was the exact antonym of her breasts. An inch long at least, extending unprotected by her outer lips, and the pinkness was nearly as thick as her little finger – it was huge! I put the shaft within my lips, sucked and nibbled, and found that, apparently, it was as sensitive as it was immense. I sucked and licked, and licked and sucked, and sucked and licked, and each time I touched the amazing stud, she whooped with glee. I stuck two fingers into the slipperiness, and there, just where I expected it to be, was the g-spot. I have a hard time believing that some people think the g-spot is a myth, and an even harder time knowing that many men can’t figure out where it is. Letting my digits roam through the cavern, I brought Kate to an amazing orgasm. Her eyes rolled up, her skin flushed even more than it already was, her toes clenched until I was worried she might tear a tendon. But I didn’t stop. Two, three minutes later she opened her eyes, let out a huge breath. I knew it was time for round 2.
I stood, positioned my pole – it’s no more than average size, but if you know what to do, size doesn’t matter – at the lips, but didn’t immediately enter. Instead, using my hand to guide it, I used the head to stroke the labia, up into the hair, around the clit, and down into the crevice between her cheeks. She didn’t bat an eye, presented her back hole for a little massage, but I didn’t press it in; I was simply exploring the territory, I learned that in some subsequent journey the land wouldn’t be off limits.
I returned to the main attraction, dipped just the head in, letting her feel the intrusion, flexed my muscles down there a couple of times. I withdrew, wiped her fluid in my palm, presented it to her mouth where she wolfishly licked her own moisture. Then I put it in again, buried half of it. Again I tightened the muscles, now I was deep enough to sense her response. I withdrew the second time, then went back one more time, slowly pushing inside her, smoothly, in no seeming hurry at all. I withdrew, almost until I was outside her, then suddenly, without warning, slammed it in until I was buried as fully as I was going to go, my head against her cervix. I was watching her face as I performed the maneuver, her eyelids flew open wide, I swear I could see sparks of red fill her pupils. I continued to pull out, almost to the point of disengagement, then ramming back in as hard as possible. Six, seven, eight times I repeated the motion, Kate was moaning in elation, suddenly I found myself welling up in orgasm. I stopped my movements, willed myself not to come. I shuddered, spilled perhaps ten or twelve drops into her tunnel, Kate kept with me, and quickly the crisis was over.
I don’t do that often, usually I’m in a situation where I can control myself better. But when I do stop – have a mini orgasm, I guess you could call it – for the next hour, I’m superman. I can screw as much as I want, remain as hard as a tree trunk. So I kept on going.
In the position we were in, she sitting on the counter top, me between her legs, I had access to her entire body, with the exception of her ass. So I started a long, protracted screw, combining the motions of my dick within her, with various external excitations. I would stroke skin, run a hand through her hair, cup a breast, tweak a nipple, suck on a finger or knead a toe, and, of course, flick the clitoris. She was in almost constant orgasm for a good eight minutes. Finally, as the counter was three inches two high for me and I was standing on tip toe for much of the incursion, my legs finally gave out, and I withdrew.
“Are you done yet?” I asked.
“No, you haven’t worn me out quite yet.”
I pulled her off the counter, escorted her to the couch. I knelt on the floor facing the furniture, positioned her so that she was facing the pillows and away from me, pulled her onto me. This was a posture we could both control. If I sat on my haunches she could move to give herself pleasure, or I could rise up onto my knees to obtain maximum penetration. We stayed in this position for a long time, I rubbed her back, reached around to play with her tits, she was fond of reaching between her legs and playing with my testicles. Once in awhile, I’d put a finger in the nether crevice, feel the round ring. She encouraged this, wiggled her ass against the intruder, I thrust first a finger to the second knuckle, then the entire thumb inside. When she approached orgasm, she’d move her fingers to her clit and assist the oncoming blast.
After quite a long time of this, I noticed the period between her orgasms was growing longer, the explosions contained less dynamite. It was time for me to pleasure myself, and I pulled her down onto the carpet on her back, knelt between her legs, buried myself within her. I thought of nothing but my own gratification, moving to provide friction on the most sensitive areas of my shaft, and there it was, welling up, overcoming every conscious thought I had. I pelted my sperm into her, long streams of fluid. Kate helped me use her, pulling my ass towards her, clasping her thighs around my waist, opening every inch of herself to me. She may have come for a last time with me, I couldn’t really say, I was too immersed in the sensations running through my body, centering, of course, on my balls and the tip of my dick.
At last I was completely empty, I rolled off her onto my back, gasping for air, sensing the aftershocks of the huge jetting. She spoke first. “Oh, you’re good. You’re so good. How did you get so good?”
“The same way I got to Carnegie Hall.” Either she didn’t know the punch line, or perhaps she was simply allowing me to have my fun. “Practice, practice, practice.”
“Well, then, I think we’ll have to practice some more, don’t you?”
Kate and I caught our collective breath, calming ourselves after the great screw we’d just completed. I looked at her, admired the small and winsome breasts, noticed the seep of cum between her legs, the rosiness of her torso. Of course, my penis was a mess, for that was the source of the muck, and I imagine my skin was just as red with the passionate friction.
Outside, the temperature was in the teens, and the drafts in the apartment were cooling us quicker than either one of us desired. I stirred, then stood, then gave her a hand to rise. I started gathering my clothes, she asked, “You don’t have to leave yet, do you?”
“No, I’ve got no place to go.”
“Stay for awhile then. We can warm up in bed.”
“I’ve had worse offers,” I accepted.
She grabbed the laptop, led me into her bedroom. It was decorated in typical girly fashion, lots of pinks, stuffed animals, Thomas Kinkaid on the wall. The queen size bed was covered with a huge goose down comforter, and we cuddled underneath it, allowing the warmth to seep into our bones. “Your feet are cold,” she complained.
“This is warm, though.”
“It should be, it’s been humped pretty well. So, I take it this isn’t the first time you did this?” she joked.
“With you it is!” She looked at me in faux amazement. “Okay, once before, maybe twice.”
“Yeah, right.”
“And you?”
“Oh, I’ve been around the block,” she admitted, “It’s a nice block to go around.”
“Yes, it certainly is,” I concurred.
“You know what I like almost as much as screwing?”
“Let’s see . . . broccoli? . . . the dentist? . . . taxes?”
“Being read to in bed.”
“Really! And what do you like to read?”
“In your case,” she urged, “erotic fiction.”
“Oh, you got around to it?”
“Yeah, I looked you up on ASSTR. You’re good, graphic with out being too graphic, if you know what I mean. I read Backgammon for Blood, and the other two stories that went with it. So, what do you say? Read me a bedtime story . . . please?”
I opened the laptop, brought up my stories on ASSTR, said, “Okay, this one is called Full Caribbean Moon. It’s right for tonight because it’s about a very warm place. ‘The Carpentaria palms danced in the trade winds as the couple strolled barefoot . . .’ while I read the six-thousand five-hundred words, Kate cuddled against my right side, fondling me and my now slack tool. When we got to the good part, she put a hand somewhere deep in the covers, and I stopped while she whimpered through another orgasm. It wasn’t too long after that when I finished, ‘Would you want me to?’ ‘Tonight is the full moon,’ he curiously concluded.
“Oh, that was nice. Was that something you’ve done?”
“No, that was just a fantasy of mine. For a long time, I wondered about what it would be like knowing my wife was with another man.”
“It’s a nice fantasy. I’ll bet everybody who reads it thinks it’s wonderful.”
“Oh, no, not at all.”
“Why not?”
I brought up Literotica, let her read the comments people had left on the site.
“So, they’re upset because the woman is fooling around?”
“I don’t think so. They’re upset because they think the husband is a cuckold, allows his wife to be with someone else. It doesn’t fit into their idea of ‘the proper thing to do.’”
“And so they’re rude.”
“Yep.”
“But if they don’t like the stories, they don’t have to read them. They know what you’re going to write by now, don’t they?”
“I suppose so. But I guess they’re losers, don’t have anything better to do but to sit around and bitch about how other people don’t share their ‘values.’ I’ve often wondered how they think married people are going to get laid in these stories if married women don’t screw around. A few of the idiots have left their screen names, and I’ve looked at the stories they do like. It’s pretty much ‘He bumps into a girl, screws him, she screws somebody else, everybody screws.’ Not much of a plot. A lot like the movies you see on Cinemax.”
“Screw them!” Kate pronounced.
“You screw them, I don’t care.” By this time, we’d faced each other, and the feel of her skin on mine, and the idea of what we could do to each other was bringing my guy back to a semblance of life. We started kissing again, and before long she was down my torso and had my rod within her mouth. It was warm in there, and the rubbing of her lips and tongue on the shaft and head excited me, and soon the miracle had occurred – I was stiff enough to provide her pleasure.
She climbed up on top, wriggled until she was at the proper attitude, and sunk down on me. Once again we were linked, and she moved to her own peculiar rhythm. Although I enjoyed stroking her, flicking a nipple or pulling on the waist, I knew I had no reason to expect anything other than the pleasure of a lovely female reveling with me; and that was pleasure enough. She was obviously practiced in the passionate art, and knew her own body well. She started slow, shifting her hips in a lazy movement, watching my face. Then, as her nerves pricked up, she closed her eyes, and began a forward and aft motion, altering every so often with an up and down transition. I watched her the skin above her breasts become rosy, her breath became labored, her eyes closed. I grabbed both nipples between thumb and forefinger, pressed hard, it sent her over the verge. Once more she came, hard it seemed, I wondered what it must be like to be a female in heat; unfortunately, it is something I’ll never know. But it must be wonderful!
She slowed her pace, collapsed on top of me. I pulled the comforter back up, covering her, warming her. She kissed me, quick pecks meant to assure me she had had a great time. Without the movement, my wand quickly lost its firmness, plopped out of its refuge.
It was time for the toilet, washing up, I retreated to the living room and put my clothes back on. She came to me again, this time she was wrapped in a lush robe, slippers on her feet.
“I really enjoyed it,” she confessed, “and thanks for working on . . .” she paused, smiled, “. . . my iPod.”
“Never a problem, is there anything else you’d like me to work on?”
“I can think of a couple of things,” she laughed, escorted me to the door, gave me a final kiss. A finger pointed at my chin, landed gently on the cleft. “Call me.”
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He makes his way to the bathroom, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks. David hears some commotion coming from the guest bedroom, and was a bit curious of what was going on. Before he went investigate, he quickly used the bathroom, washed his hands, and dried them. Once he finished cleaning, David tiptoed to the guest bedroom door. The closer he got, he can hear the bed inside creaking over and over, and even hears Ben and Emily moaning together with joy. David puts his ear to the door and listens closely. He hears Emily telling Ben, "Mmmm... Ben... Honey... Right there..." as well as Ben grunting.
David became immediately turned on, figuring that Ben and Emily were having sex in his house. The more he continued listening, the hornier he became. David starts jerking himself slowly, loving the sound of the Barnes moaning. Then, Emily had an orgasm, with Ben saying to her, "Awww yeaaa... baby... Yesss... Cum on my cock... Oh fuck... Honey... Mmmm..."
David edged himself, but refused to cum to Emily's orgasm. He slowly stepped away from the door, and began making his way back to the master bedroom. But, David couldn't help himself, as he was still turned on. He just had to hear more. He had to see it. So, David decided to slowly walk back to the guest bedroom door, and can hear the Barnes continuing to have sex. He hopes that they didn't lock the door. He begins twisting the doorknob slowly, as to not make noise. David was in luck, and opened the door. He slowly moves into the guest bedroom, and finds a hiding spot.
Now with full view of the Barnes having sex, David watches Ben fucking Emily in doggystyle position. David whispers to himself, "Fuck... Damn, that is beautiful..." being so turned on.
"Yeah, you like that, Emily?" Ben tells Emily. She replies "Fuck yeah, honey... Fuck me... Mmmm..."
David starts jerking himself again, watching the Barnes fuck. Ben pounds Emily over and over, harder and harder, bringing her back to another orgasm. David edges to Emily's orgasm, accidentally making a sound, giving off his position to the Barnes. Ben and Emily look up, wondering where that sound came from.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Ben asked. "David? Amy? Was that you guys?" Emily asked.
David doesn't respond, and tries to step out the door quickly. But, Ben pulls out of Emily, walks over to the door, and finds David right at the door outside the guest room.
"David?!" Ben blurts out. David turns around and responds with "Huh? Oh sorry, I heard something come to y'alls room... So I just came to check".
To David's surprise, Ben didn't get angry, but was rather a bit embarrassed. Ben asks him, "Oh sorry, man... We didn't like... Wake y'all up did we?"
"Oh no, not at all. I actually got up to use the bathroom," David replied.
Ben notices David's cock was sticking out of his pajama pants. He asks "Were you... Were you watching us, David?" David of course denies it. Ben tells him it was okay to be honest. David couldn't pretend anymore and admits that he was masturbating and watching Ben and Emily having sex. Emily then comes to the door, also a bit embarrassed. "Oh my gosh... David, we're so sorry... We didn't mean to... You know... Have sex in your house..." said Emily. David forgives them. He also apologizes for watching them, and the Barnes forgive him as well.
Just before they were about to separate, Emily asks "Hey um... Just wondering, David... Did... Did you like it?"
"Like what?" David replied. "Did you like seeing me and Ben... Doing it?" asked Emily. David couldn't hide it, and admits "Well... Yes... Yes I did... I thought... I thought it was really hot... And... Damn, you are beautiful Emily..." Emily blushes and Ben just smirks. Ben then asks "Well... If you want... feel free to join us? I mean you didn't cum did you?"
"Haha... Um... Not yet..." David replied. Emily then tells him "Well... I could use another cock, hehehe..." and she goes back to the bed. Ben invites David to come back into the guest bedroom and have some fun. David can't hold it in and decides, "You know what... Let's have some fun" and goes back into the guest room. They shut the door behind them, but didn't lock it.
Both David and Ben would join Emily on the guest bed. Both men begin kissing Emily's body, whether that be her lips, neck, chests, breasts, etc. Emily enjoys every moment. "Mmmm... you two are so horny... Hehehe," Emily said. David and Ben would laugh with her, knowing that it's true.
"So... David... Can I... Can I suck your cock?" Emily asks. David smirks at Emily, and then looks at Ben for his approval. "Go ahead, man," Ben tells him. David sits up, and brings his limp cock over to Emily's mouth. She slowly wraps her pretty lips around his cock, and begins sucking it. Emily enjoys the taste of David's cock, moaning, "Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..." over and over. At the same time, she jerks Ben's cock.
Both men moan together, loving the way Emily was pleasuring them. "Awww... Emily... Wow, you are good," said David. "Mmmm... Honey... Yeah, suck his cock, babe" Ben tells Emily. She begins sucking David's cock faster, and jerking Ben's cock faster at the same time.
About three minutes later, David's cock grows fully hard in Emily's mouth, and Ben's cock grows fully hard in Emily's hand. Emily pulls David's cock out of her mouth and asks "Mmmm... You like that, David?" and he nods. David looks over at Ben and asks him, "Hey Ben... You cool if I... You know... If your wife rides me?" Ben nods and says "I'm cool with it". He then turns to Emily and asks her "Honey... How about you give Mr.Wheaton a ride?" She gives Ben smile and obliges.
David lays on his back, and holds his cock up for Emily. She straddles him and slowly push his cock into her pussy. They both moan together, while Ben watches and masturbates. Emily slowly rides David's cock, and slowly picks up the pace. "Mmmm... Fuck... David... Fuck you are so hard..." said Emily. "Fuck... Awww yea... Emily, you are so tight... Baby, yes... Mmmm" David replied back.
Ben jerks himself faster, enjoying the show. Eventually, Emily would cum all over David's cock, and letting out an orgasm. "FUUUCKKKK... UGHHHH..." yelled Emily. She and David breathe deeply, and starts kissing again. "Damn, babe, you are hot..." Ben compliments Emily. She then hops off of David's cock, and sucks it clean. "Mmmm... Good girl," said David "Now... Go suck your husband's cock, while I fuck you from behind".
Emily licks her lips clean, as Ben sits up on the bed spreads his legs for her. Emily crawls over to Ben, and slowly sucks his cock, while sticking her round ass up. David gets behind Emily, spanks her lightly, and slowly pushes his cock back inside her pussy. All three of them moan together. As David fucks Emily in doggystyle faster, she sucks Ben's cock faster. "Awww fuck... Fuck yeah... Oooh... Yeah, fuck my wife, bud," Ben tells David. Emily begins gagging on Ben's cock, and plays with his balls, while getting fucked by David. "Awww fuck... Fuck, I'm so close... Fuck I'm gonna cum..." David blurts out. "Fuck... Fuck... No no, don't cum yet, bud..." Ben tells David.
Emily couldn't hold it in, and cums all over David's cock again, moaning on Ben's cock. David immediately pulls his cock out and edges, and Ben pulls out of Emily's mouth and edges too.
Amy wakes up after hearing the commotion coming from the guest bedroom. She finds that David wasn't in the master bedroom anymore, so she gets up from the bed to find him. As soon as she exits the master bedroom, she can hear the guest bed creaking loudly over and over. At the same time, she can hear David grunting from the guest room, Emily moaning, and Ben talking in an encouraging tone. Amy slowly opens the guest room door, and peeks inside. She sees David on top of Emily, fucking her in missionary position, and also sees Ben beside both of them. Ben has his hand on David's left butt cheek, caressing it. "Fuck... Fuck... Emily... Fuck you are so tight," said David. Emily replies with "Fuck... David... Aw yeah... Fuck me... Yes, just like that".
Amy, being turned on, starts rubbing herself. Ben then lightly smacks David's left butt cheek, telling him "Yeah... Give it to her bud... Fuck my wife... Fuck her good". With each spank, David fucks Emily harder, making both of them moan louder. Eventually, Emily cums all over David's cock again, making a loud orgasm. Ben tells David not to cum yet, so he pulls out slowly.
Amy can't hold it in anymore, and cums all over her hand. She accidentally makes the door squeak, alerting Ben, David, and Emily. Those three look over and notices Amy all wet below the waist. David got scared and apologizes to Amy "Oh shit! Um... Babe... I'm sorry... It's not what it looks like."
Amy looks up and replies back "No no, honey... It's okay, it's okay... Wow, that was hot." Emily asks her, "You're... You're not mad?"
"No... Why would I be mad? I thought that was hot," replied Amy. "You sure? Haha" Ben asks.
Amy nods her head. She goes over and kisses David. "Mmmm... How about we make this more interesting, honey?" she asked David. "What you have in mind?" he asks in return. "Well... Since you fucked Emily... How about Ben gets to fuck me?" Amy asked.
David looks at Ben to see if he's interested. Ben then says "I'm open to it if my wife is okay with it". Emily agrees to let him fuck Amy.
Amy strips completely naked and goes over to Ben. She kisses Ben deeply, as David kisses Emily deeply. Amy then takes Ben's cock and slowly sucks him. "Ohhh... Wow... Amy... You are good," Ben tells Amy, as she is sucking him.
David lays on his back, and Emily gets back on top of him, this time in 69 position. She starts sucking his cock, while David sucks her pussy and clit. All four of them moan together. "Mmmm... Mmmm... You like that, Ben? Mmmm..." Amy asks Ben. He nods his head, moaning to her blowjob skill. David begins to eat Emily's pussy, licking her ass, and playing with her clit, while she sucks his cock faster. "Mmmm... Mmmm... You tastes so good, Emily" said David. Amy then stops sucking Ben's cock, and she gets on all fours. Ben spanks her, and slowly pushes his cock inside her pussy from behind. "Ohhhh... Fuck... Oooh, just like that," moaned Amy.
Ben begins fucking her in doggystlye position. Emily stops sucking David's hard cock, and straddles him in reverse cowgirl position, pushing his cock into her pussy. All four of them moan loudly. Over time, Ben starts increasing his rhythm and intensity with Amy, and Emily does the same with David. "Fuck... Ben... You're gonna make me cum," said Amy. "Yeah... Cum... Cum, Amy... Cum for me," Ben demands.
Amy can't hold it in, and lets out an orgasm, cumming all over Ben's cock. Emily also cums all over David's cock, tightening her pussy around his cock. After the ladies came, everyone begin breathing deeply.
After a five minute break, both couples are ready to fuck again. David gets back into missionary position with Emily, and Ben gets into missionary position with Amy. Both men start their rhythm slowly with the women. "Ooooh... Fuck... Mmmmm... How's my husband, Amy?" Emily asks Amy. "Mmmm... So fucking good... You're a lucky woman," Amy replied.
She and Emily start kissing each other, while their husbands continue to fuck them. Ben and David are even more turned on from watching their wives kiss each other.
David starts fucking Emily harder, and Ben does the same to Amy. Both men grunt loudly, enjoying the tightness that they were feeling. "Fuck yeah... Fuck... Damn, you're wife is so fucking tight, David," Ben says to David. "Yeah... Fuck her good, Ben... Give it to her," David replies back.
After a minute, both men start fucking the women to the maximum intensity. "Oh my gosh.... Fuck... Fuck yesss..." Emily yells out. At the same time, Amy tells Ben "Fuck... Fuck me, Ben... Oh, Fuck me." Both David and Ben are getting closer to cumming. "Oh fuck... Fuck... I'm gonna cum... I'm so close," said Ben. "Fuck... Same here, bud... Oh fuck" David replied.
All four of them moan louder and louder. "Oh fuck... David... If I cum inside your wife, is that okay?" Ben asked. David replies with "Fuck yeah... Do it... Fill her up... I'll fill your wife up too."
Amy and Emily can't hold it in anymore, and they both cum together. David places his hand on Ben's butt cheek, and lightly spanks him. "Cum... Cum, bud... Cum... Fill my wife up," David demands. Ben reaches his peak and yells out, "OH MY GOSH!!! FUUUCKKKK!!! FUUUCKKKK YEAHHHH!!! UGHHH!!!", cumming a huge load of warm cum inside Amy's pussy.
David can't hold it in anymore either and yells out "FUUUCKKKK!!! UGHHHH!!!! I'M CUMMING!!! FUUUUCKKKK!!!", as he cums a huge load of his cum inside Emily.
Both men would collapse on top of the women. Ben kisses Amy, and David kisses Emily, with all of them breathing hard. After making out, they all laughed together, having so much fun from swapping spouses.
Ben pulls out of Amy and goes limp, laying next to her. David also pulls out of Emily and lays next to her. "Man... What a night!" said Ben. "Glad we let you both stay with us for the night" said David. All four of them laugh.
"Honey, I think I want to sleep in the guest room with our guests, hehehe," said Amy. David replies, "Same here, honey" and he kisses Amy.
Emily then checks her phone, and sees a notification. It says that the storm was going to be even worst at sunrise and advises that everyone stay indoor for at least another day. "Hey David, Amy... The weather says that the storm will be much worst later... I don't know if...?" Emily says to the Wheatons.
David interrupts, "You guys are welcome to stay with us another night, hahaha."
"I agree, haha," Ben replies.
Both couples get ready to sleep, fixing up the guest bed. All four lay together in the bed, with David and Emily cuddling together, and Ben and Amy cuddling together. "We'll sleep with you guys in this guest bed for now. But later, you both will sleep with us in the master bedroom," said David. Ben and Emily both say, "Deal!". They all then fall into a deep sleep.
At sunrise, the Barnes and Wheatons make breakfast together, sharing another day with each other. Of course, as they all promised, they had sex one more time, and slept together in the master bedroom. Once the storm had ceded, the Barnes exchanged contact info with the Wheatons, and they hope one day to swap spouses again.
The End!
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By TSLA12
This story happened back in the 80’s. First, a little about us.
We both grew up in a small town with pretty sheltered lives. Very reserved. We went to a foreign destination on our honeymoon where they had topless beaches and my wife was too bashful to take her top off if anyone else was around. I had seen a porn and read Penthouse Letters but she had not. Like I said. Sheltered. Innocent.
While dating it took awhile to get a blow job but once she started, she was all in. She loved to swallow and I was a happy man. We had both graduated from college and decided it was time to start having kids. I worked outside and was in the best shape of my life. My wife was 5’9”, 130 pounds, C+ breasts, long blonde hair, tan, and also in great shape. She looked fantastic! Not because she’s my wife fantastic. Men watch her walk by Fantastic!
Since we were going to try to get pregnant, we decided to do it somewhere special. So we decided a trip to multiple national parks out west was a great idea. We traveled around from park to park having sex as much as possible. Inside, outside, anywhere we wouldn’t get caught. It was glorious.
We were on our last day in a small town at the airport ready to fly home when they told us there was a mechanical issue and flight would be delayed a couple of hours. So we went to the restaurant for lunch and to wait it out. Small airport, small restaurant, so we shared a table with two nice guys while we waited. One was going to Vegas to gamble, the other was flying out to work.
At the appointed time, we walked back to the gate to find out our flight had been cancelled and the airline would put us up for the night. The other two guys were given the first flight out in the morning and we were rerouted to the second flight. Then they set us up for a hotel room. Which turned out to be the last room in town. We heard them discussing this with the two guys and offered them the other bed if our room had two. Staff called and verified two beds.
We checked in and went to the room and Jeff said he wanted a shower before dinner. As he’s pulling his stuff out of his carry-on a Penthouse Letters pops out. He says, "whoops," and starts to put it back in and my wife says “what’s that?” I told her it was an interesting magazine and she should look through it.
Jeff heads to shower and my wife starts thumbing through the magazine. Her eyes get big and she looks at me and says, “Wow. I've never seen anything like this!" and starts reading.
Jeff comes out, Steve goes in for his shower and my wife is devouring this magazine.
Steve comes out dressed and they head to restaurant while we quickly change. My wife asks, “Do you think those stories are true?” I tell he,r “At least some probably are,” and we head down for dinner. I notice her pupils are big and she’s touchy-feely. She’s horny. I think, “Great, wife is horny and these guys are in the room with us. Sharing the room was a bad plan.”
We join the guys and my wife sits up against me rubbing my leg under the table, so obviously I reciprocate. Yep. She’s hot.
Dinner is interesting. We talk about all sorts of things including gambling. We don’t gamble. Barely ever even played cards. Steve offers to teach us poker if we have time. The conversation moves on.
Later, back in the room, my wife is back at the magazine and Steve asks about poker so we decide to play. She’s still horny so you can see where this is going.
After a while the subject of betting comes up. No chips. But I know she’s horny so I laughingly say we could play strip poker. She looks at me, pupils still big, and I wonder if there’s a strip poker story she just read about?
I can see it in her, she wants this, but she’s torn about this. My naive, sheltered, shy, wife is actually considering this. She must REALLY be hot. Finally Steve says, “We can just play to our underwear if you like.”
The game is on. Cards are dealt, clothes come off. I’m sure Steve is occasionally losing on purpose to keep it even.
Finally my wife is down to bra and panties and I’m wondering if it’s over. Steve doesn’t stop, he just keeps dealing. We are all mostly to underwear and my wife loses. It’s either lose the bra or quit the game. She struggles with the decision and instead, takes off her bottoms since it’s below the table so no one can see. That was smart.
Cards are dealt. This time I lose. I tell her to pull my underwear off. She’s so hot she’s shaking. She turns and pulls my underwear off. My dick springs up, she gives a nervous laugh and kisses it.
Cards are dealt, the game continues. This time Jeff losses. Probably on purpose. He asks, “Are you pulling mine down too?” I say, “Yes, if she wants this she needs to do it.”
Time stops. She looks at me. She bites her lip. With trembling hands she pulls his underwear down. His cock springs up and he asks, “Do I get a kiss too?” She looks at me, I nod, and unbelievably, she kisses his cock.
Jeff sits, cards are dealt, and my wife loses again. We all watch as the girls are unleashed. She is hotter than she’s ever been. She is ready to be naked in front of us.
Cards are dealt. Steve asks, “What does the winner get? I feel like I actually lost.”
I said, "Well, she’s trying to get pregnant so you can’t go there. How about a one minute blow job for winning hands. If my wife wins, losing hand sucks her nipples or I lick her pussy for one minute.” We look at my wife, she trembles out an “ok.”
Steve says we should be even then and comes around the table. My wife turns so we can see her whole body and pulls his underwear down. Still shaking, she asks, “Should he get the first one minute since he won?”
I said yes and she kissed the head and her lips slowly slid down his shaft. She bobbed and slurped. He moaned and 40 seconds in he said, “You gotta stop or I’m going to come.” So she pulled off and said, “I still owe you 20 seconds.”
Another hand was dealt. This time my wife won but Steve and Jeff tied for losing hand. I said, "It only seems fair that they should both suck your nipples.” My wife has very sensitive nipples. I thought she might come from this since she’s so excited.
I said, "Lay down on the bed so one can get on each side." She watched as each guy moved in. She put her hands on the back of their heads and guided them in. When their tongues touched her nipples she arched her back and groaned. They licked and sucked and she squirmed and moaned. She would shake and moan and they’d suck some more.
We were well past a minute so I decided the game was over and dove tongue first into her pussy. She arched again and moaned and shook continuously. She was gushing fluid. I’m sure she had never been so wet. I licked her lips. I worked on her clit. Back and forth. Long slow strokes with my tongue. Three guys worked on her until she had the biggest orgasm of her life. She locked down on my head and held us all in place until she got too sensitive and begged us to stop and collapsed.
We gave her a break. Each lightly petting her body and occasionally licking a nipple or clit just to make her twitch and moan. And keep her hot.
After she caught her breath she realized she was still in bed with three naked men that needed attention. You can’t lay in bed with a woman like that and not be hard. She reached down and grabbed their dicks and said, "After that, I owe you guys a blow job." So she had them lay on their backs and she got on her knees between them and sucked each one while stroking the other. Switching back and forth while each one moaned.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. If I ever doubted before, my wife is the hottest woman on the planet. She’s on her knees, head bobbing, back and forth. Moaning all around. I laid under her and started licking her pussy again. She squealed, they moaned louder. I could feel her speeding up, getting ready to come so I got behind her and slid my dick into the tightest, hottest pussy in the planet. Her fluid was running down our legs. She moaned, the guys moaned. I pulled her hips and drove faster and faster.
Finally, Jeff warned her he was going to come. Instead of pulling off she sucked him deep and swallowed every drop. Then I was ready and blasted a load of cum in her pussy while she switched to Steve. I held tight against her giving her every last drop while she finished Steve off and sucked him dry.
We all collapsed on the bed and she turned on her back and pulled her knees up to keep my cum deep inside. She giggled and said if she doesn’t pregnant from all those orgasms it will never happen.
As we laid there and talked and laughed about the night, we all agreed it was the best, most exciting night ever. The guys got up and went to their bed. My wife turned to me and said, "You are the only one I have not sucked tonight." So she lovingly cleaned me up and sucked out any last drops.
The guys were watching and said, "You have got to be the luckiest man that ever lived!” I agreed and kissed her with my heart and soul. Yes, I could taste their cum in her mouth, but that was the most passionate kiss she has ever given me. I wasn’t going to pass that up.
Alarms were set, the lights went out. I cuddle with the love of my life and we went to sleep.
About 30 minutes before their alarm went off, my wife got up to go to the bathroom. As she came back towards the bed I pointed out there was a tent in the covers of the other bed. I whispered, “I bet Jeff would like you to wake him up taking care of that.”
She smiled and slid her head under the covers and when he moaned I knew she had awakened him properly. I could see her head moving under the covers and saw Steve raise up and ask if her could have some of that too? So they threw back the covers while she reached for his hard cock and there were more moans.
I turned on the light to see her wet pussy pointing straight at me just a foot away. So started lightly stroking her lips as she bobbed and moaned. She does love to swallow cum. I wondered if she could taste it yet. I knew it wouldn’t be long.
I continued to rub. Jeff started to cum. She moaned and swallowed while he writhed. Holding on tight so not to miss a drop. Finally he relaxed and fell from her mouth and she said, “Yum. Thank you." Then she switched to Steve.
She slowly took him deep because she knew he wouldn’t last long with all the stroking she had already done. He was moaning again and beginning to twitch. I could see the pleasure in his face. I knew it would be soon so I slid over and started licking her pussy. Long, wet strokes with my tongue. Sticking it in deep when I got to the top. Her knees started to shake. She moaned. He moaned.
And then he started coming. She went deep then pulled up to the head and sucked his cum into her mouth and held it there while she licked the head and he thrashed. Finally, he fell back on the bed unable to move. While I kept licking. And she kept moaning.
Suddenly Jeff looked at the clock and said, “we are going to miss our flight!” Steve jumped up and threw his clothes on and just as they got to the door, Jeff turned and thanked my wife and said, “you truly are the luckiest man alive!” As he went out the door I said, “I know!”
She turned and crawled on top of me and gave me the second most passionate kiss of my life. Yes I could taste their cum, but the kiss was worth it.
She reached down and held my cock as she slowly slid down on it. Still kissing me all the way down. Moaning all the way. She rode me while kissing me until we both came. After what we’d done, it didn’t take long.
We kissed and held each other until I slowly slid out. Then she slid down and cleaned me up. She came back up and we kissed and held each other until we missed our flight. She thanked me for last night. I thanked her for making me the luckiest man alive.
One month later we found out, yes, she was pregnant.
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By marla&brian
Like many people, I was really mad, confused, upset and various other emotions after my divorce from first husband. He cheated often. Constantly saying it would never happen again, and of course it did. Then we separated for a bit. Once we got back together he said it wouldn't happen again. At this point he talked me into swapping a couple of times. I went along with it thinking it would help the marriage, of course it didn't. And I soon found out that he was once again screwing his secretary. So I knew divorce was looming so I went out and a brief affair with a married coworker of mine. To be honest he was a nice guy and I felt bad being the other woman. I felt really guilty one time we were on a business trip together, we had been in meetings all day and were back in his room and had a drink or two. I had removed my blouse and he had removed his pants and I was on my knees giving him oral when the room phone rang (cell phones not that common back then). It was his wife....for some reason I felt sorry for her. The affair soon ended after that.
Fast forward a few months, my divorce is final and I had just moved into a apartment. Across the street from the apartment was a shopping center which was handy, because there was a grocery store there and a dry cleaners that I would use.
After a couple of long weeks at work (I had attended back to back conferences) I had a weekend to myself. I had made no plans because I just wanted to rest up after the road trips.
Saturday afternoon I decide to walk over and grab some things at the store. While walking down one of the aisles a man comes walking towards me. We just smile at each other, no words spoken. Well it was at that point things startled to tingle. I was now horny and realized I had made no plans to go out Saturday night or Sunday. So now I'm feeling bored and horny.
As I'm walking out of the store, I noticed the guy I smiled at getting into what looked to be his work van. Not sure what came over me (maybe the new sense of self-empowerment after the divorce), I simply walked up to his van and motioned for him to roll down the window. I simply smiled and said, "Not sure if you are busy with work, but if you have time for a quick fuck I live in apartment 212 right across the street". Didn't wait for a reply, simply turned and walked towards my apartment.
Needles to say my heart was beating a bit fast as I walked across the street and up the stairs to my apartment. I went into the kitchen and put the few things I bought away...and then heard a knock on the door. Now my heart rate skyrocketed. I opened the door and said something like, "I'm glad you had some time to spare." I barely gotten the words out when he had grabbed me and pulled me close to him and next thing I know our tongues are entangled and our hands are exploring each other's bodies.
Once the door closed I thought we would head to the bedroom but I guess we were both so hot and horny we ended up fucking right there on the living room floor. Never made to the couch let along the bedroom. Clothes were off in a matter of seconds. We barely said a word to each other the entire time he was there....which I guess was 45 minutes or so, it seemed to go by so quickly. I was wet the moment he touched me and he went down on me instantly. Now he didn't go down for a quick lick and then expect a blowjob he stayed down there until I came, and I came hard. I returned the favor and went down on him....he fucked me from behind, me on top of him and missionary. I knew I came at least one more time. I'm sure he came but I just remember him being hard all the time lol.
After my second orgasm I was out of breath and thought I was about to pass out. At that point he got up and said he had appointment he had to get to. He dressed and left, I was still nude, sweaty and hot and just laid on the floor for another half hour trying to put my thoughts together on what happened. I tried not to over analyze it, just took it for what it was. A great fuck session with a guy I never saw again.
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By BrightFun22
It has been quite a few years since we have been able to get away for our anniversary and we finally planned a week away for just ourselves at the beach. We decided to go during the late summer when my wife's parents could watch the kids during summer break. We had a lot of anticipation and excitement leading up to it and left early on a Saturday morning to be able to fully enjoy our first day. We had an early check in for the room and got up there before noon and decided to get ourselves settled before going down to the pool area. We splurged and had an ocean-facing balcony so when my wife was unpacking I went out to take a look. When I came back in she was standing there laughing as she held a 24 pack of condoms and looked at me and said, "We are here for 6 days, this might be a bit much." I smiled and said, "Just wanted to make sure I had enough." Of course she couldn't let it go by without responding, "You know, if you just had a vasectomy, we wouldn't need these anymore at all." I replied, "I know, I know."
So we finished unpacking and she changed into her bathing suit. We are both 38 and have pretty nice bodies but for her, she doesn't enjoy wearing a bikini anymore. She is 5'6" cute brunette with long hair, a firm sexy ass and soft 36D tits. She changed into a sexy suit none the less, it was kind of like a bikini at the top but with an added amount that covered her stomach. I didn't mind as I could still admire her breasts. When we got to the pool area we went right to the bar and the drinks kept flowing. We laid by the pool, walked by the beach and spent some time in the water but mostly just had drinks in our hands. On the way back to the room we stopped by the front desk and bought a few 6-packs for the fridge in the room.
We walked up to the room carrying our beer and as soon as we got inside we put the beers down and started really kissing, then she pulled away and said to save it for later because she wanted to have a few drinks on the balcony. I hand her one and she goes out on the balcony while I put the others in the fridge. Then I walk out and hear her talking to someone, that's when I saw that the room next door had an adjoining balcony. He was a younger guy named Jeremy and was having a pleasant conversation so I offered him a beer and then sat down. We talked for a while and it was a lot of fun and my wife then made a comments and said, "You must be having so much fun with all these young sexy girls on the beach." He just laughed and said that he enjoyed some of the sights. I jumped in and responded, "I like what I get to look at" and got an eye roll from my wife.
My wife said she wished she still had the body she used to have, especially the perky tits. Without thinking I reached over and grabbed a tit and said that they were great. I expected her to swat my hand away but she left it there and said I only liked them because I was stuck with them. I immediately looked at Jeremy and asked if he thought they were nice too and he just smiled and said he didn't mind looking at them.
This is when I realized that the drinks had really hit her because she stood up and leaned over, squeezing them together with her hands saying, "They might look good from this angle." She bent over a little too far and fell into his lap and they both started laughing. She collapsed on her knees in front of him and looked at him and asked, "Do you really think they look nice?". He insisted yes and she still argued that he was just saying it to be nice. So I leaned forward and reached around and grabbed her top and pulled it open with her tits spilling out. "Now he can see them and I know he likes them," I said. He said they looked so nice and soft and that he really did think they were nice.
She told him how sweet he was and that she wanted to make sure he got a nice view of them and I sat and watched as she reached forward and pulled his swim trunks to his ankles. I sat speechless ash she leaned forward and squeezed her tits around his dick slowly tit fucking his cock to make him hard. As she did it she asked if her tits were as soft as they looked and if he enjoyed the way her big areolas looked on her big tits. "Those are the most suckable nipples I have ever seen," he responded. She quickly stood up and pushed one of her tits in his mouth and his hands immediately went to her ass and he effortlessly slid her bottoms off. As he was sucking her nipples back and forth he was also rubbing her pussy and driving her wild. She spread her legs open wide enough to straddle him and sat down on his lap with his dick in between them. He was really enjoying her tits and I know how much that turns her on and how crazy he was driving her.
It was then that she leaned forward dragging her pussy along his dick then letting the tip touch her pussy as she started working her way down on it. At this moment is when I noticed just how big he was, she was about halfway down and working it up and down inside her but he wanted more. He grabbed her ass and started pulling her down onto his dick. She moaned, "Oh my god I am so full. You are so deep. This is stretching me out so much. God keep going". When she said keep going is when he thrust his hips upward and went all the way inside her. She was just moaning "Oh fuck me!" over and over as she rode his dick through an orgasm. She was really pushing down to get it all inside her when I saw him grab hold of her ass and clench up and I knew he was cumming. She got up right after and walked inside the room and I didn't know how she felt about what just happened.
She was only gone for a minute and came back with a beer and handed it to Jeremy. Then she turned and got on her knees in front of me and pulled my pants down to see my already hard dick. She sat on my lap like she did his and had my dick pushed between us. She was kissing me deeply and then kissing my neck and told me to close my eyes. So I did and and the next thing she did was slide back a little and then I feel her touch my dick. She kind of giggled as she unrolled a condom onto me then got on top and pushed my dick inside her. She was riding me and told me that since I brought condoms that I needed to use them. She kept talking and said: "Wow, doesn't this feel so strange to get sloppy seconds while wearing a condom. Jeremy made my pussy all loose and sloppy for you." I couldn't think with how wild this situation was. She looked at me and continued, "You know he hasn't even kissed me and I have his cum in my pussy." With that I tensed up and came in the condom.
She went inside the room and laid down in bed and fell asleep immediately. Jeremy and I finished our beers and then both went to our rooms. I laid in bed for hours replaying what just happened as she slept soundly through to the morning.
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By xxoticangel
Lately we have both been having a fantasy that I'm not sure how to make reality. I'm not even sure we want to.
Basically the fantasy is we both go out to the same vanilla club as singles. I do the single girl thing of flirting and dancing with hubby acting as back-up from across the room. At some point during the night I choose one guy and have sex with him in the parking lot. Hubby will be close to offer protection if something goes wrong but otherwise will not be known to my partner.
My question is 1) Do you think it is possible to pull this off safely? 2) Since we have always insisted on same room swinging would this damage our relationship? 3) Has anyone else had this same fantasy or actually gone through with it?
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