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My husband and I had hired two young college guys to clean our driveway. While they didn't do a good job, I sure did enjoy watching them work shirtless in the summer sun with their tight asses wiggling in their shorts. Maybe because they were lazy ass, or perhaps because they felt the appraising cock-hungry eyes of a woman old enough to be their mom on them all the time, they never came back. They had promised to do the pool deck, but Michael and I rented a pressure cleaner from Home Depot and tried to do it ourselves since they didn't. Wow, what a job that was! When we finished that dirty job, we took the machine back and came home for a swim to cool off and relax. As usual, we swam in the nude, utterly unaware that the people in the house behind us were having their roof repaired. Naturally, if we had looked up, we would have seen the two black men. Knowing they were there, we might have put on suits. I say "might" as we still enjoy shocking people with our nudity. Truth is, we are swingers, and exhibitionist swingers at that. Men looking at my full breasts, womanly hips, and full ass turns me on... a lot! We finished our swim and were relaxing on our chaise lounges and drying off. Suddenly, the two black guys came to our screen enclosure and asked if we wanted our roof checked for repairs since Hurricane Sally had just passed through not long ago? Michael told them no, that everything was fine and that he thanked them for the inquiry. He was smiling when he said that, as he knew they didn't want to take no for an answer. And, by the way they were trying to see over his shoulder while talking to him, they enjoyed looking at me in the nude. After teasing them for a bit with the "no thanks," Michael relented and told them he had changed his mind and let them in. The two black guys seemed a lot more interested in my heavy middle-aged tits and smoothly shaved pussy than any roof, that's for sure. They made the pretense of looking for damage, but seeing the tents in their torn shorts was all I needed to know what was really on their minds. Knowing they were hot for me made my already steamy pussy get damp. Nothing looked out of order, and they were about to leave when one of them, I think his name was Jalen, asked if they could use our outdoor shower to cool off from the roof work? Michael said, "Sure, you can even use my towel." Then he tossed it to Jalen, and Jalen took off his shorts and stepped under the shower completely nude. I pretended to innocently read my magazine. Really, behind my sunglasses, I was intently studying every tight muscle of Jalen's body, and especially that big black cock dangling between his legs. When Jalen finished, his friend also stripped and took a shower. If Jalen was big, his friend was huge. The thought of these two studs tag-teaming me made my pussy go from damp to creamy. I felt my nipples tighten into large nubs, and I knew they could see. Showers complete, neither of them bothered to put their shorts back on but brazenly came over and started talking to us like we were old friends, telling us how hot they got on the roof, etc. Even the cool shower hadn't harmed their erections. They continued to stare at my hard-nippled tits until I finally asked them just what it was they wanted? Their hard cocks made it obvious, but just for fun, I had to ask just to make them say it. Jalen smiled a brilliant smile and said he was pretty sure we all knew what the other was talking about! Was I interested? I could hardly keep a straight face as I assured them that I never had done anything like that and wouldn't know how to go about it, which was a total lie! With that, Michael disappeared inside, and I knew he was getting set up to watch the show. Since I knew that Michael was anxious and ready, I told them to follow me into the house where we could be more comfortable. This time I decided to tease Michael. Instead of taking them to the bedroom where he was waiting to watch, I took them into the family room. I leaned over the back of the couch, wiggled my plump white ass, and told Tyrone to show me he could handle pussy. It seemed he sure remembered as he licked my clit and tongued around my pussy, even working up to my tight asshole with his tongue a few times. He fingered me to get me ready, and then before I was really prepared, he sank his big black dick all the way into the base of his dick. I never got a good close-up look, but it seemed he was about 8 or 9 inches long and reasonably thick, so it was a good fuck. He pounded away while his friend was stroking his dick just inches from my face. I knew he wanted a blowjob, so I motioned him over and took his monster dick into my mouth and ran my lips all up and down his shaft before deep-throating him. About that time, Michael came into the room holding his camera. Jalen shot his load in my pussy, and the other guy, whose name I never learned, shriveled up, and he pulled out before getting off. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to feel my pussy stretched around his big black cock. Michael told them that it was okay with him if they stayed. They said they had another job lined up and had to be leaving anyway. Michael had to finish the job on me as I hadn't cum yet, but we went back to the bedroom, where it was more comfortable. Michael was just a little upset that I had screwed him out of his usual voyeur role, but you would never have known it from the hardness of his dick. As always, he fucked me good, but my pussy still felt a little empty after having had Jalen's big dick in it just a few minutes before. We had been here before though, many times. Michael knew just what I needed. Holding his finger below my pussy as his cock pistoned in and out, he collected some of my juices. Michael then slipped his finger straight up my asshole. The sudden feeling of being double penetrated sent me over the edge. My tummy quivered twice before my body released into a crushing orgasm. When I finally came down, we lay there laughing about what a pleasant surprise the day had turned into! I did pout some about not getting fucked by the biggest cock of the day. Michael just grinned and reached over the nightstand and picked up a business card, and laid it on my stomach. Jalen's Roofing - For When You Are Wet

My wife and I have been swinging for over six years now. We are very open and honest about it. It comes to the fact we both love sex. I said to her, Marie what do you think about having an open relationship. She was familiar with it. She said sure as long as you tell me when you are meeting up with others and I would do the same. No details left out. I said, of course not. So we agreed. For those of you not familiar with an open relationship. It is when two people are committed like we are, but fool around on the side with others. But they remain committed if that makes sense. Let me describe my beautiful wife for you. She is 29 years old, part Swede so she is very fair skinned and has very light blonde hair and blue eyes. She is 5 -8 and has a small waist line. She has a great ass and the best tits I have ever laid eyes on. They are 36dd's with big light pink nipples. They sit high and do not hang at all. It almost looks as if they were implants but trust me they are not. So one Wednesday morning while I was at work, Marie went food shopping. She had a lot to get on this trip. She also told me she wore high heels and shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt. You know what happens to women when they go into the frozen section with tight shirts on. facelick . She finished in frozen foods and went up to the register to pay. Her nipples were still hard she said. She always stands perfectly straight too. So, she is standing in line and the checker is a young girl and the bagger is a young guy who looked to be barely 18. Marie said he could not help himself in staring. She had her groceries rung up and bagged. The young man said to Marie, Miss do you need help getting to your car? Now, Marie is in great shape and would never need help with the bags. But she said sure that would be nice. She said he could not stop looking at her legs and tits. They walked over to the car. Marie then played it up for the boy. She dropped her keys right in front of the car and bent over for him giving a good look at her from behind. She then opened the back he put the bags in the car. He took out his pen and wrote something down on her receipt inside the bag, but she thought nothing of it. She thanked him and went home. When she got home and unpacked she found her receipt. On the back it said, If you want to have some fun call me, I get off at 12:30, Chris. It was now 12:00 noon. She thought to herself, hmm. Wow this kid had balls. I was obviously a married woman since I was wearing my rings. I had never been with a man that age since I was a girl in high school. So I decided why not? But, first I called Mike my husband and told him what happened. He said why not? It sounds like fun. Marie called Chris, He answered the phone all nervous. Marie said hi honey, it's the woman you helped with her bags. He said how could I forget. Marie then asked. Chris, I have to ask you one question first. He said OK. She said how old are you? He chuckled and said I just turned 18 last week. She said really. He said, yes. She said well happy birthday. Why don't you stop by the house when you get off, it's 124 Bay street. He said, oh just a few blocks from here. She said yes. Ok She then got ready for the young mans arrival. She cleaned up a bit. She remained in her same clothes. It was still sexy. Especially to a young man like this. The door bell rang, It was the grocery boy. Chris was an 18 year old black boy from the other side of town. He was about 6-0 and had a thin build and a shaved head. He also had a great smile she said, he was also very dark. He complimented her on her beautiful house. She said oh yeah, my husband works hard for it. He laughed and said yeah, I bet he does. She invited him in. He appeared to be a little sweaty. She asked if he was hot. He said yes. He ran over to the house. She laughed and asked if he wanted to take a swim in the pool. He said, but I do not have swim shorts. She said, that's OK. You can swim naked right? He said sure. They walked out the patio door onto the deck. Chris looked at Marie waiting for her to take her clothes off. She said oh no, I am not gonna swim. I'll just watch you. He then took his shirt off. Then his jeans. Then his boxers. His cock was long she said. He stood there naked. He then jumped into the pool on the shallow end. He said I can't really swim. They both chuckled and she said let's get you out of there. She brought him a towel. She then brought him up to our bedroom. There was a master bath attached. She told him to go shower off for her. He did. When he got out my wife was lying on the bed completely naked except for a silk white robe. He was smiling. He stood there. This young dark black boy barely a man, staring at my 29 year old milky white skinned, blue eyed, blonde hair wife. She smiled and said why don't you drop that towel from around your waist. He did by wiggling his cock. It stiffened up and the towel fell. She asked if he had ever been with a woman like her before. He said no, I have never been with a white woman before. She said well I hope you like it, and she opened her robe exposing her big milky white breasts. She then took her little manicured hands and spread her pink pussy open. He was staring at it. She said come on over here. He did and started to touch her softly. He would gently squeeze her tits and gently rub her pussy. Then she grabbed his cock. She said it felt like one of the longest she had ever felt. It was easily a foot long. She asked him if he had ever titty fucked a woman. He said no. She directed him to mount her and shove that long cock in between her tits and he did and started to move it up and down. She then took the head of his cock and put it in her mouth. She was sucking that cock head good. He was moaning. She said next thing she knew he started to cum all over the place. On her tits and face, in her hair, all over the pillows. He just came all over. When it was over he apologized. He said he had never been with a woman where he could not control himself. She said that's OK. Do you have any where to go?? Chris said no. She said well then let's go shower off and relax for a while. They did that. They were all refreshed. They went down to the living room. There she offered to make him a sandwich. He was all over that. They both ate and started to watch a little TV on the couch. She then started to rub his thigh. He immediately got hard. She took his cock and went down on him. She was stroking and sucking. Stroking and sucking. He then placed his large black hand over the back of her head almost like he was palming a basket ball. He palmed her head and pushed it down onto his cock. He loved my wife's mouth. He said he never had a woman do this to him before. Marie sucked more and stroked harder. Then he came again. This time in her mouth. She said it was by far the biggest and thickest load she had ever swallowed. She said she could feel it slide down her throat and into her belly. She said Chris was not gonna let her head off his massive staff. They then took some more time. It was getting close to 5 pm. That's usually about the time I got home. Marie then said to Chris let's go back to that bedroom. They went upstairs. They were starting to fool around again. I got home around a little after 5 pm. I walked in and looked out the back to see the patio door left ajar and I walked outside to see a t-shirt, boxer shorts and jeans lying on the deck. I thought to myself. WOW, was Marie still with this young grocery boy. I decided to check. I walked back into the house and slowly proceeded upstairs. That's when I heard it, the moans of my wife Maire. Then I heard the young man. He was moaning a bit too. He was saying he loved white pussy. Over and over. I love white pussy, I love white pussy. Then I heard my wife moan and say I love your big long black cock. He was definitely fucking her good now. I could hear the bed slamming against the wall. She started to scream, 'I want you to CUM again'. I thought to myself Again.... Then Marie started to scream, I am gonna cum, Fuck me with that BIG LONG COCK. I knew he must have had a really big one. When she gets really long ones she can not control herself or her mouth. Then the bed began to really slam against the wall. She screamed bloody murder. No not really but I am sure you could here her a block away. She was cumming. When she was done I could here the man say turn over. She said, oh I don't know if I can. He said let's try. He wanted to try anal on my wife with that long cock. I heard her say grab it. It's in the night stand. I knew she meant the K-Y lube. He would have to use a lot to get it in her ass. Her ass is tight. She doesn't even let me in. I heard her moan. He must be trying. She moaned go slow. I had to see this, I had to. I then walked into the room. Marie was on her knees with her ass up. This young black man was behind her. His cock head just into my wife's ass. He still had a lot more left. They both looked at me. I said don't stop now. I took a seat in the corner of the room. I said you guys fucked around all day. Chris you knew she was married. Just give her what she wants. Marie was moaning so deep. He started to move back and forth trying to inch that monster into her ass. Then she let out a scream. He had sunk that cock to the bottom, he hit her so deep. Surrender, she could not take anymore. She then jumped off. She grabbed some baby wipes and cleaned his cock off. She then started to suck it. She told me to watch this. I did closely. The sight of this young dark black man's long cock going into my wife's mouth was hot. She sucked it and stroked it. Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and started to skull fuck her. He was fucking her mouth. Before he came, she told him, I want you to CUM like a big boy all over my tits and face and neck. She said cover me in cum like you did earlier. I thought. Earlier? She was covered in his cum. They had some day. She kept sucking and he grabbed her hair and skull fucked her. He then said he was about to cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked it off and pointed it at her tits. The first stream was thick and mostly covered her left breast. She then slide her hand down the long shaft and back up this time pointing it at her face. She opened her mouth as if to give him a target. He shot a massive load. Some entered her mouth and most just covered her chin. Then she slide her hand back down and back up. He shot more cum over her face this time some into her beautiful blonde hair. He then said, fuck and grabbed her hair and beat off in her face. He came more all over her face. She wiped a lot off and some she licked off. The young man went into our bathroom and showered off. He then exited. His cock, not hard, was impressive at least 7 inches. He thanked her and asked if she would be calling him again. She looked at me. I said only if you tell me everything you do. She smiled and said absolutely. Chris said, how about tomorrow? .... facelick

My wife called me up from work one day. She said, Mike are you in a good mood? I said yeah why? I want to ask you, if it would be alright if I went to a party tonight with Steve from work. Now she has told me about Steve before. How he looks at her and how young he is. He is only 19. She said, he invited her to a party tonight and she wanted to know if I would allow her to go. I knew what she wanted. We have a very open relationship. So I decided to let her go. I told her on one condition. You tell me all about it. She was so happy. :} :} She said Oh Yes Definitely. She said the party is at 10 pm. I am gonna come home and shower and change. She said, Steve is picking me up at 8:30. She came home from work about 6 pm and I was waiting for her. I told her I wanted to have my cock sucked before she left. She gave me an amazing blow job. She sucked and stroked me so good. I said, will you be sucking more cock tonight?? She smiled and said maybe. She then jumped into the shower. She got out and took her time getting ready. She put on her make up and then she put on a white corset top that really showed off her great cleavage and her 36 DD's. She then put on a white thong, and garter. She then put on a tight pair of jeans and heals. She then finished with a light blue blazer. She was Smoking Hot. Her tits looked so good. She looked so good. She then took her time on her hair. Her long blonde hair was done up nice. We then sat around and had some wine and waited for young Steve to arrive. The door bell rang at 8 pm. He was early. Marie ran to the door and I could hear Steve say WOW you look great. She then kissed him and invited him in. He was a bit bashful around me. I kinda embarrassed him. I keep asking him what his plans were for the night with my beautiful wife. He would smile and say, the party. I said yeah a party huh... They soon left and I was left to myself. I kept wondering what those two were up to. I waited up till 3 am for Marie. She never called or said what time she was coming home. I passed out on the couch in the den. Then around 4 am I heard a car pull up. The door opened and I could hear Marie laughing. She had obviously been drinking. I then heard her say to Steve, come in the living room. Don't worry my husband don't mind one bit. I was intrigued. I tried to peak out. I could see Marie with Steve and another young man. They walked into the living room. I could see Marie was sandwiched between the two young men. She was just wearing the corset and jeans. She was kissing Steve and reaching behind and grabbing at the other guy. I could now see the other guy unhooking her corset. He got it undone then opened it. She was standing topless. Steve began sucking on her big fun bags. She was reaching behind her and appeared to have taken the other man's cock out and began to stroke it. I was so horny watching this. I took my cock out and began to stroke it. Marie then turned towards the other guy and began kissing him. Steve now began to undress. The other guy was all over Marie's big tits. I could see Steve's cock was out and hard. It had to be pretty long. I then saw Marie help undress the other man. I heard her say, you like this Matt? He said, Hell yeah. But what if your husband comes down. She said, he likes to watch me fuck others. So he would just watch. He said really? Marie said yes really. I wanted to get a closer seat to the action, but I figured I would wait. I then saw Marie begin to stroke Matt's cock. She then took a seat on the couch and summoned both boys over. She had both of their big long cocks in her face. She alternated in sucking them off. Steve then positioned my wife on the couch doggie style. He got behind her and Matt in front. Marie took Matt's cock in her mouth and began to suck him good. Steve pushed in his long hard cock inside her. I could hear her try and moan. She took slow long pumps but Matt's cock was so long it chocked her and kept her a little quiet. Then Steve started to fuck her long and hard. She took the cock out of her mouth and said, YES Steve FUCK ME HARDER. Steve started fucking her harder. She then said, NO, really FUCK ME hard. He then grabbed her hips and began to slam her. She grabbed onto Matt's cock and slapped it up against her face. Then Steve said Oh Oh Oh I am gonna cum. She said well don't you take it out. Cum inside me. Cum in that pussy. You know you want to. He then grunted UGH UGH UGH. He was cumming inside Marie. She turned back and said that's my boy. She then looked at Matt and said, your turn. She then repositioned herself. She sat on the couch and Matt slide between her legs. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and wrapped her up in a tight package. He then began to fuck her. She moaned a lot. She said OH OH , Steve your cock was BIG but Matt's is fucking long and fucking THICK UGH UGH YEAH. GOD THAT'S a thick piece of meat. Matt was so turned on, he started to fuck my wife hard. Then she was getting close. She said UGH UGH UGH Don't stop.. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME. He pounded her. She then squealed and her legs quivered. She was cumming. She said UGH I cant stop cumming. Keep fucking me. He made her cum over and over and over. He then said oh yeah I'm gonna. She said Yeah baby boy cum inside that pussy. He said I do want to but I would like to cum on those big tits. She said do what you want. You just gave me the best fuck ever. He then fucked her hard and pulled it out. It was glistening with cum. He then shot a blast. It shot so far it hit her in the face. She had a stream of cum over her face. He then stroked himself and another stream landed on her face and then three more over her big tits. She massaged the cum in over her breasts and licked it off her face. They all then collapsed on the couch. They were all naked. Both boys were on either side of Marie and she was naked, legs spread, and leaning on the boys. I decided it was my time to walk in. I walked in and the boys got nervous. I said relax boys, like Marie said, I don't mind. In fact, I watched the whole thing from the other room. I said, you both fucked my wife good. I looked at Matt and said, you have a gift. You fucked my wife like no one ever has. They were smiling. We then all talked for a bit, relaxed and then I suggested that they give Marie Round Two....

This happened last year when I was at the ripe young age of 49. In this stage of our swinging adventure, my husband and I have settled on what makes up both very happy. I love sex with other men and he loves to watch. However, there are many times when he is not around (out of town on business) and he gives me permission to find someone if he can at least listen on the phone form his hotel room. Last year, I was at a bookstore chain going through some books my daughter had asked me to get for her college class that she couldn't seem to find. I was in the biography section which was near the science area when I bumped into a nice young man named Josh. We exchanged pleasantries and we got to talking and he soon invited me for coffee at the coffee bar inside the store. I accepted and we had a nice conversation. I liked his mind and his way of thinking. He was also very handsome and was involved in athletics at college. As we talked, I got a wicked idea in my head about bringing him home, but quickly put it aside. I didn't want to corrupt this nice young man. He saw my wedding ring and asked about my husband and I told him that he was an engineer and that he was out of town for the week. I confessed that I was a bit scared at night without him and he jokingly said that he wouldn't mind staying over to protect me. I laughed and told him that I would think about it and we continued talking. I could tell that he was attracted to me so I tried to put him off by mentioning my age and that I was probably older than his own mother. He said that he was but that didn't bother him at all. We had an awkward silence for a moment and then I told him I needed to go. He walked me to my car and I could tell he was trying to work up the courage to ask me something. I let him stutter for a few moments before stopping him and told him I would love to cook a dinner for him at my home. He was shocked at what I had said but he quickly accepted and we set the date for that night. I think of myself as a fairly good judge of character and didn't think I was inviting over a murderer or rapist. I've never had a problem in all these years. I gave him my address and left. I then texted my husband to tell him that I might get lucky that night and needed to talk to him. He called me back a few minutes later and I told him what I had arranged and he quickly told me to go for it and that he was amazed at how I was still attracting such young men. I told him to go to hell (jokingly) and then told him I would call him later with updates and I went to the store to buy what was needed for dinner that night. I could go on and on about the preparations I made, but then you would get bored. Let's just say that Josh arrived at my home on time and was very pleased to find me answering the door. I answered the door wearing a long dress in a single piece and flip flops. My cleavage was showing. He seemed even more pleased when he found out that I was truly alone except for my dog, who is in fact a very good judge of what people are on the inside. One bark form my dog and out he would have gone. when no bark came I relaxed and offered him a glass of wine to calm down. We ate dinner and then did some more talking. We had been flirting all evening and it was obvious that we were going to end up in bed together. I had told him about sexual lifestyle that my husband and I had chosen, which only went to cement his intentions of getting me into bed. To cut the story short, we flirted and I touched him on his leg. I complained that my feet were sore and asked if he would give me a massage. He then gave me a wonderful rub and I let his hands explore my legs as he inched higher and higher. I then decided to take the bull by the horns and I reached for him and pulled him on top of me and kissed him. If he had resisted I would have let go immediately, but he didn't and we kissed there on the living room couch for probably 15 minutes. I let his hands explore my body and they got bolder and bolder and soon they reached my breasts. When I didn't complain he started to rub my breasts which felt good and I moan lightly. I then told him that I wanted him to take a shower and got up and escorted him to the master bedroom bathroom and turned the water on for him. It was about 8 p.m. at the time and while he was busy showering, I called my husband and gave him a report. I then told him I would leave the phone on and on the night stand so he could hear what was going on. It's also a safety precaution I like to take also as well as a source of great enjoyment for my husband. My other safety precaution is my dog. One scream of terror and my dog would have taken care of him before he could do anything to do. Of course my dog has had to learn how to tell the differences between my scream of passion and terror. To date no one has gotten bitten. When he got out he was wearing a towel. I told him to dry off and I would take a shower. I got in, had a quick clean before drying off and getting into my sexy black teddy. I came out and his eyes were bug eyed as he looked at me. I decided not to tell him about the open telephone line to my husband. I didn't want to spook him off. I got into bed with him and we continued kissing. When I took a hold of his penis for a moment, I felt that it was rock hard and a bit thicker than normal. I knew that he wasn't going to last very long and I really wanted to have an enjoyable time, so I made a decision. Since he was so young, he could orgasm and be recovered for another round in less than an hour. What I wanted was for him to give me oral and then go at it and make his release inside of me. We would then relax and when he was ready we could go again, but his time much slower and with more patience on his part. I told him what I wanted and he readily agreed. I knew my husband had also heard my plan from the open phone. We continued kissing and then I maneuvered myself onto my back and let him begin kissing my body from my neck to my lower regions. He did a good job and it felt nice and I let a few moans escape my mouth when he got near my vagina hair line. Yes, I do have hair between the legs. A lot actually. I keep it under control but do not shave it. My husband loves it hairy and so do a lot of men I've been with. He began to lick me and I instructed him exactly where to lick and how much pressure he needed to apply. Though he wasn't a virgin, he still needed instruction. He found the right spot and with my encouragement he was able to bring me to an orgasm. I relaxed for a moment and then asked him to open up the night stand and take out a condom. He quickly complied and I asked for him to hand it to me. I then opened it up and rolled it on his very erect penis. I then got onto my back and told him to enter me. He mounted me and I felt his penis fumbling around near my entrance. I reached down, took hold of him and placed the tip at my entrance (I have to do this with quite a few men I've found). As he pushed inside of me I felt my vagina lips being stretched and I felt pleasure. I love the first moments when a man enters me. The head of the penis entering me feels wonderful. Once he was inside of me he began moving between my legs. He actually lasted longer than I expected and I was actually starting to feel very good when I heard him grunting as he came to an orgasm. I felt his penis pulsating and knew that he was releasing his sperm. He thrusted a few more times before stopping. Sweat was dripping off his chin so I reached up and wiped it off and then held him to me. I absolutely adore a man being inside of me and Josh was no exception. I then let him get off of me and let him rest. I reminded him that it wasn't over yet and he smiled and told me he was looking forward to round two. I took off his condom to throw it away and saw that he had filled it quite high. I wrapped it in a piece of toilet paper and then threw it into the trash. I had also taken my phone and quietly told my husband what was going on and that I would call him back so he could listen when we started up again. I returned to bed and we talked as I played with his penis which was slowly getting harder. I got up and excused myself and took my phone and called my husband again and told him to get ready and then returned to bed. He was interested again and we began kissing and touching and this time he was definitely slower than before and was taking his time. About an hour later I was moaning as my orgasm swept over me. Josh was on top of me moving between my legs. I could tell that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer and whispered that I wanted him to come inside of me. That's all it took and I felt his pace quickening and his penis pulsating as he had his orgasm. He was absolutely exhausted. I got my phone whispered to my husband that it was over and turned it off. It was about 2 a.m. I normally don't allow men to spend the night with me but in this case I let him since it was so late that I felt sorry for him. Plus, since my husband wasn't home I really did feel scared without a man beside me in bed. We both went to sleep. In the morning we had a quickie and I then made him breakfast before he left. Natalie

Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from ‘suburban marriages’, and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines. Extreme disappointment was the best way to describe how Carol felt when she learnt on checking in that she had to share a room with another woman - Anne, whom she had never met before. Anne seemed friendly enough and very interested in comparing notes over a cup of tea on the differences in their respective lifestyles. Carol, a separated lady in her late 40’s, with a grown up family, and Anne in her mid 30’s, fitted the traditional suburban wife role with two children at home. Carol, a statuesque and even voluptuous brunette, tallish, with wonderful legs and hips, set off by fine, high cheekbones and a cultured speaking voice, could not help thinking how dowdy Anne’s general appearance and dress sense was. Featureless uninteresting, inexpensive clothes and practical flat shoes, which gave no indication at all whether Anne would be attractive to men. Two hours passed quickly as they compared notes and talked about their families. Carol found herself warming to Anne and the realization that Anne was perhaps extremely understated in her presentation started to intrigue Carol. Anne, with obviously dyed blondish hair, was almost as tall as Carol and spoke with an interesting and cultivated accent, which Carol learnt was English, though she had been in Australia for 20 years. ‘Lets go and have a meal Anne. And a drink,’ Carol suggested. Almost as an afterthought she added, ‘lets get dressed up, I always like to dress up to go out, especially in a new environment.’ A non too subtle hint to Anne that she should try and improve her appearance. Anne commandeered the bathroom first and firmly shut and then locked the door. Carol wondered if she could a survive a weekend with such an ordinary woman as a constant room mate. As she waited her turn for the bathroom she noticed for the first time that two walls of their motel room had full length mirrors which from the right position in the corner of the room had obvious connotations and romantic benefits for male / female couples. As Anne emerged from the bathroom Carol was surprised to see Anne looking a lot more attractive than she imagined she could. Anne had not bothered to dress in the bathroom as Carol imagined she would and came out dressed in a very short black silk dressing gown. As Anne walked past Carol, she could notice that Anne was wearing a skimpy black bra which surprised Carol by the full breasts it barely contained. The surprise to Carol was such, that when she entered the bathroom she neglected to close the door fully. The bathroom was fitted with a mirror, which Carol suddenly realized allowed a view of the motel room because of the placement of the other mirrors and anybody in the room could see the other person in the bathroom. As Carol undressed she felt that she was being watched by Anne from the other room, and a glance in the mirror confirmed it. Anne was sitting on the sofa, drinking another cup of tea, legs crossed and black pants visible at the top of her very good legs. Instead of feeling uncomfortable at another woman watching her undress Carol suddenly became engrossed in the thought that perhaps another woman might enjoy seeing her naked body. Always one to enjoy center stage and secure in the knowledge that men enjoyed wondering about her body, Carol had never thought until now that another woman might enjoy fantasizing about her body. Discreetly and slowly undressing so that Anne could see her every move, but carefully avoiding eye contact, Carol deliberately left her high heeled shoes on as she shrugged out of her dress. Standing in bra and colored briefs, she slowly brushed her hair, aware that Anne was watching her every move, and Carol thought, looking flushed. Why? Was she getting off on looking at me about to undress, Carol mused? Always aware that men liked her big arse Carol decided to try for the effect it might have on Anne. Playing the moment for all it was worth Carol slid her pants off first, over her high heels and then busied herself arranging a towel so that she had to turn full circle, and have Anne get the full view and effect of her arse and hips, wonderfully contrasted by her long full legs in high heels, and closely shaven fanny. Eventually the bra came off, but even then Carol still made herself look busy as she stood in all her naked glory in nothing but high heels, knowing that Anne was watching her every move. Removing the shoes a moment before she entered the shower. Carol could feel a strange and new flush through her whole body which she had never felt with the men in her life. After showering Carol dried herself slowly, and she thought as seductively as she possibly could with another woman watching. Carol stood naked and brushed her hair, stepped in to her high heels, applied make up, perfume, all slowly and deliberately in front of the mirror, aware of her every move being closely observed by Anne in the next room, out of direct sight, but visible in the mirrors. At that point Carol closed the door to gather her thoughts and think. She finally emerged from the bathroom dressed in a white silk shirt which was slit at both sides to finish above the end of her long full thighs, and barely covered the cheeks of what her estranged husband referred to as her magnificent arse and the closely shaven area between her legs. The only other clothing she wore was an even higher pair of high heels than she had gone in with. ‘I cant decide which slacks to wear, Anne,’ Carol said. ‘Will you help me decide?’ Carol started pulling on a tight fitting pair of creamy white slacks and was aware of Anne watching her every movement as she slowly pulled the slacks up her long legs. With the slacks almost completely on Carol held Anne’s gaze as the slacks started to creep up over her hips at the same time raising her silk shirt and exposing her naked arse to Anne. Carol felt sure that she could sense a tension in Anne. ‘Are these all right to wear Anne?’ ‘They look fantastic. Nice and tight on your legs and backside.’ Carol smiled back at her, enjoying her by obvious power and attraction over Anne. Carol looked Anne squarely in the eyes and slid out the slacks she had only just put on and turned to Anne so that she had a full view of her 43 inch hips. The firm, dimple free twin orbs of her naked arse were having an obvious effect on Anne. ‘Perhaps this pair will suit me better’, she said as she walked in her high heels to the far corner of the room feeling Anne’s gaze on her naked legs and arse as she walked. Carol repeated the performance twice more before she finally chose the skirt to wear which she had intended wearing all along, instead of slacks. Watching Anne quickly dress in a loose fitting dress was a surprise to Carol. ‘Why I am even watching?’ she thought as Anne quickly undid her short silk dressing gown and slipped a dress over her head, which she did up herself. Carol found the sight of Anne’s surprisingly good body, briefly clad in black bra and pants, and visible only momentarily having an effect on her which she found hard to explain to herself. Their conversation over dinner and two bottles of wine was a revelation to both of them. Despite entirely different lifestyles they found they shared a great many common interests, including sex and men. Over dessert and a liqueur Anne finally found the courage to ask Carol a question she had mulled over all night at the dinner table. ‘What color pants did you choose to wear with that skirt?’ Carol smiled back. ‘Funny I can’t remember. I’ll let you know when we get back to the room’. By now Carol was certain that the definite undercurrent she had felt all night was building to tension levels in Anne. The short walk back to room, after finalizing the dinner account, heightened the tension even more. Anne was nervy and fidgety and even Carol who usually showed great aplomb was tense. Inside their shared room, they both nervously turned on lights and music as a distraction. Carol was the first to speak. ‘This skirt is uncomfortable and I always have trouble getting it off. It fastens around the back. Can you help me?’ Carol was sure Anne’s fingers trembled as she undid a button and a short zipper. ‘Keep going Anne. It’s still tight. Help me off with it’. Anne slid the dress to the floor and Carol stepped out of it still in high heels, at the same time answering Anne’s earlier question. ‘Like my the color of my pants?’ Her black G string was the only thing she had on apart from her make up and high heels. From where Anne stood, the G-string was nothing more than a thin line around her waist and another slightly thicker line which disappeared between the flawless twin orbs of her arse. Anne had never seen another female arse to even compare to this flawless marvel of womanhood, she thought. ‘Make me a cup of tea would you Anne?’ Carol was determined again, to play the moment for all she could. The sexual tension was electric in the room. The last thing Carol wanted was a cup of tea but she was determined to tease Anne and force her hand. Carol was enjoying the tension she was creating by teasing another woman with her body, and felt Anne’s hand surreptitiously glance the cheeks of her arse as she walked to the kettle, at the same time ogling the front of her G-string from which traces of her closely shaven pubic hair showed. Anne’s courage was increasing. ‘Your arse is gorgeous. I never realized how beautiful a woman’s arse could be. That G-string looks fantastic on you. You were made for it. Or perhaps it was made for you?’ Carol’s only reaction was to turn her back on Anne and stand in front of the full length mirror with her high heeled legs apart and reach for a brush and start slowly brushing her hair, hoping her trembling hand was not apparent to Anne. At the same time Carol could sense, as well as see Anne watching her every move in the mirror. Although Carol was sure they had both drunk the same amount of alcohol it was obvious that it’s affect on Anne had relaxed her to the point where what seemed any previous inhibitions had completely disappeared. ‘Do you take milk and sugar?’ The sudden question jolted Carol back to reality, as she sat on the couch, her legs at an angle to accentuate her long full thighs. ‘Yes. A little of each, please. Is there any honey in the cupboard?’ As Anne looked and confirmed that there was a new jar of honey, she held Carol’s gaze and slowly started undoing the buttons on her blouse. ‘What would you like the honey for, Carol?’ Anne asked as she handed Carol the cup of tea and at the same time, finished undoing the last button on her blouse, so that Carol could see her cleavage to full effect as she bent over to hand her the cup of tea. Holding Carol’s gaze all the time Anne stepped back two paces and admired herself in the mirror. ‘Not bad for a dowdy looking bookkeeper, eh?’ Anne smiled. ‘Years ago I started to deliberately dress down. Men are so boorish with their leering remarks.’ Carol by now could feel her curiosity at almost fever pitch. How could she have assumed Anne to be such a dull looking woman? Anne could sense Carol’s eyes almost burning through her skirt, and as she turned to face Carol she deftly undid a few buttons and the skirt fell to the floor. As Anne stepped out of her skirt and tossed it onto a chair, Carol was delighted at the body she could now see and appreciate almost totally exposed. As Carol sipped the cup of tea in which she had no real interest, she smiled back at Anne. ‘If you have to ask what the honey is for, all the tension and build up in this room is wasted, don’t you think?’ her voice by now had a distinctive quaver to it. ‘Be creative, let your fantasies unfold and run riot, Anne. Your husband is hours away and not even thinking about you. I was frightened of being bored witless at this seminar. If you like my arse so much you can kiss it - later. First you have to get me interested. Really interested.’ By now Carol was sure Anne was at the point of no return. ‘My husband used to talk about American soldiers during the war here, who used to pour honey over women’s nipples and lick it off.’ All traces of any inhibition Anne had were now completely abandoned, as she undid the lid of the honey jar and without averting her gaze from Carol, slowly started rubbing honey around each of her nipples, which Carol felt sure were becoming larger and more erect even as she slowly rubbed the honey on. ‘Do you like? Anne smiled, suddenly aware that she was now controlling the situation for the first time. ‘I want you completely naked and then you can lick the honey off.’ By now Carol was commanding rather than asking. With all the aplomb Anne could muster she held Carol’s gaze and at the same time undid her bra. Carol was pleasantly surprised and felt herself being turned on at the sight of her already hardened nipples. Carol had never been in a situation such as this before, though she had often fantasized about it. The alcohol she had consumed earlier made it easy for Anne stand in front of Carol and slip out of her bra , then kneel before her where she was seated on the couch, and start slowly licking the honey from each of Carol’s nipples. The feel of a woman's tongue on alternate nipples, coupled with the honey, was a new and wonderful sensation to Carol, and to her surprise Carol felt not the slightest sense of guilt, but instead a burning sensation between her legs. As one they both asked, ‘Do you like?’ Carol gently Anne pushed away. ‘I said I wanted you naked, before you could lick me. You cheated. Show me what a naked woman looks like.’ Anne complied readily and Carol feel that they were now past a point of no return. ‘Stand up and turn around so I can kiss your beautiful big arse as I slide your pants off, they are so tiny, I don’t know if I should call them pants,’ Anne said with a quaver in her voice. ‘Do you want some honey on those fantastic cheeks too?’ Carol was surprised and delighted, yet again by the feel of a woman's tongue on the cheeks of her arse, and absolutely turned on as Anne ever do slowly peeled her G string off, her lips licking and kissing her arse all the time, as she slid the G string over her twin orbs and down her long legs. So slowly that Carol could hardly bear the tension, and wanted to help Anne but instead, relished the moment and wanted it to continue. ‘I never realized a woman could have such a big, wonderful and beautiful arse. No sagging or dimples. Fantastic. After I’ve finished licking this part of you, guess what I want to lick next?’ ‘Covered in honey?’ Carol asked, or was it instructed? By now Anne was sitting on the settee and had Carol positioned standing in front of her with her legs apart as she kissed and licked the magnificent twin orbs of her 43 inch arse, at the same time her right hand was between her legs slowly caressing her vagina. ‘Want me to stop, Carol?’ No reply, only heavy breathing. ‘This turns me on like you would not believe. I’m wet with wanting you’. Anne said, her voice with a definite quaver to it. ‘Turn around so I can lick you between your legs.’ Carol made no move or response, eager to be forced into doing something she had fantasized about for years. Anne took her hand and led her to the bedroom, at the same time running her free hand over the cheeks of Carol’s bare arse. ‘Magnificent arse. Magnificent...Relax and let me pleasure you,’ was all she said as she lay Carol naked on her back and watched as Anne poured honey between her legs. ‘I want to fuck you with my tongue. Do you think you would like that?’ Carol never had a chance to answer, she was so immersed in the new found pleasure, all she could do was ask for more.

This is our first foray into swinging. Our son's friend, Tim, who we've known since the 4th grade, has always liked my wife and even flirts with her. I knew she liked the attention (she being 41 and he is 21). I once asked her during sex if she thought about fucking him and she would get defensive and bring up the fact that we practically raised him but I could tell she was curious. Fast forward to about 6 months ago and I was out of town. I called her and she had just gotten back home. Tim had brought her a fountain drink and she got into his truck. They talked about nothing and nothing happened. He did ask her if he could see her tits. She told him she would think about it but it wouldn't happen that night. I was so turned on. We had talked about a threesome before but it was only talk. She then playfully suggested Tim be our third. I told her that if she wanted to, she could fuck him before I came home. I knew she wanted to but she dismissed it. Then the next day, she seemed more open to it. I told her she could as long as she gave me details. She agreed. The next day I called her and she said her and Tim were texting. She said it was ok with hubby if she plays. He asked her for a nude selfie. She sent one but hid her face. He then sent her a dick pic and that was when she really decided she was going to fuck him that night. She was very nervous and even thought about backing out but I encouraged her. That night after four of our other kids were in bed (our oldest was at work) he came over. She had to distract our second oldest son for a few minutes while he was awake playing video games so Tim could sneak in. Once in, she went into the bedroom and he was already naked. She started sucking his dick, which I told her to take a picture to send me. She said she was thirsty and when she moved to get a drink, he grabbed her, threw her down, got on top of her and started fucking my wife. She said it hurt since he went in dry so she started sucking him some more and put some spit from her tongue on the tip. He then fucked her for 20 minutes, making her cum twice before emptying his load inside her pussy. She loved it and she wants to fuck him again. This time with me there. I can't wait.

I’m just your garden variety soccer mom. I attend PTA the second Friday of every month, I’m in charge of snacks for the team after the Saturday games and I took third prize at the county fair for my Mayberry pie - a white ribbon I proudly display on my refrigerator door. So I hope you’ll excuse me if I find it difficult to use all the words I find on this bulletin board or fail to express all my feelings as freely as some of you can. But I just have to tell someone. If I hadn’t been fooling around with Ted’s computer while he’s away on business and happened upon this page, I’d have burst from keeping it to myself. Blanche is another soccer mom like me. Her Orville is on the same team as my Timmy and it was inevitable that we wind up sitting together at the Saturday games. Women with big busts are a magnet to me and Blanche has a pair that deserves a blue ribbon. Now don’t get me wrong. My favorite for bed partner will always be male with that ridiculous equipment they bring with them but I’ve developed a mild complex about my own skimpy bosom which moves me to fortify my identity as a woman with the company of the more generously endowed. At least that’s what I was told by the shrink I went to after Ted flatly refused to let me get implants. “I didn’t marry you for your tits.” He’d said, “And a couple of bags of silicone won’t make you a better lay than the fabulous one you are.” I laughed and joked that as long as he kept that in mind I would keep the bod I have and he was entitled to a buxom mistress to take care of his minor fantasies - just don’t overdo it. But I know from the way he occasionally works his chest against mine that sometimes his mind is on burrowing between a couple of juicy big ones so I admit that my offer was not entirely in jest. I wouldn’t want the big guy to miss out on anything just because I can’t supply it. But about Blanche; within a month of first meeting we were closer friends than I am with any of my more immediate neighbors. I suppose it has something to do with our not being neighbors. I could never be so open with someone I see every day. As we watched the kiddies run up and down the field, we both got around to unloading all our life secrets to each other. I told all about my affair in my junior year at college and she shocked me with tales of the wild goings-on at her school. We both bitched mildly about the monotony of the life of a suburban housewife. I asked her if she missed the carefree times - the freedom, the excitement, the sex. “Well,” She looked off into the distance, “Lars and I promised each other we’d get back into a more open lifestyle after Orville started school but he’s nine years old now and all our friends are as stuffy as we are. I almost got something going last year with our lawyer but he got so tedious about how his wife must never find out that I gave up on him before anything got started. He was a handsome stud though.” She sighed. “Did hubby know about this?” I inquired.“No. I probably would have told him if there had been anything to tell. He’s fair minded and owes me one. Maybe next time.” “Next time?” I asked. “I can dream can’t I?” she replied. She paused a moment and turned toward me. “Tell me, have you ever had an extracurricular fling - or thought about it?” “No to the first, yes to the second” I confessed. “Not that I’m sex starved. Ted is as good in bed as my boyfriend ever was - better even. It’s just that some days I feel so out of touch with the rest of the world I’d screw anyone who’d talk to me.” “But you haven’t done that?” “No. I tell myself I’ve been too busy but I think it’s just that no one has bothered to talk to me.” Blanche thought for a moment. “Yes, I hear what you’re saying. I feel that at times too. Maybe we’re all longing to open up our lives and let friends happen but as women, opening our lives means opening our legs and everyone is raised to believe that married ladies just do not do that. Now I love being married. I love being married to Lars and there is no one I would sooner be married to but I cringe at the thought of being a ‘married lady’. Wow, sometimes a strange man will smile at me on the street and I could just take him to bed, screw him silly and walk away without bothering to find out his name - just so I could register my existence as someone with someone.” Then, the devil must have prompted me. “I’ll have to introduce you to my Ted.” I looked directly at her generous bosom. “He’s a knock-over for a beautiful set of tits and those of yours would certainly register with him.” Blanche laughed. “I forgot to mention; I’ve already met him - last week at the PTA meeting. You weren’t there and I just happened to find myself seated beside him. Good thing for you that Lars came by to pick me up; we were getting pretty chummy by the end of the evening.” It was my turn to laugh. “ ‘Forgot to mention’? ‘Just happened’? He never mentioned it either. It might bolster your ego to know he came home from that meeting as horny as a goat. He got me to bed early and really gave me the royal treatment. I suppose I should thank you.” Blanche grinned and turned her attention to the soccer game. “And what type of man do you meet in your daydreams?” She asked when the final whistle blew. “No particular type” I welcomed the change in subject. “That golden haired referee would qualify though. Any man who can keep up running with those kids for a straight hour must have stamina.” Blanche stood up and waved me to follow her. “Come on, I’ll introduce you. That’s Lars, my husband.” Lars turned out to be not nearly as tall as he’d appeared out on a field full of nine-year-olds. He was only about three inches taller than I but his broad frame supported a good forty pounds more than my slender bones. Muscular forearms extending from his short sleeved jersey were covered with soft golden down right to the wrists. I caught myself wondering how much ...He took my offered hand and held it longer than necessary as he looked into my eyes. “I noticed you talking to Blanche and was hoping she would bring you over.” “I’m Tim’s mother” I stammered. “Yes, - Tim.” He released my hand as my son came running up. He’s good - be a striker next year, eh Timmy?” As he herded the youngsters over to where their gear bags were stacked, Blanche moved up beside me. “So what now? Do we call Ted and all go out for dinner or do we just plan a weekend in Vegas?” I shook my head. “Let’s not rush things. I was sort of looking forward to a seduction. Let’s keep it secret from Ted that we even know each other; at least until he’s had those beautiful hooters of yours all to himself at least once.” Blanche placed her hand lightly on mine. “I do believe you’re more interested in pleasing that man of yours than yourself. That’s OK but you give your best to Lars too or I’ll not forgive you.” Our next few meetings were devoted to conspiracy so it was not completely coincidence that I dropped into Shari’s on Wednesday just when Lars was alone at the front of the line. It was pure fate, however, that I arrived just as the hostess announced ‘table for two?’. Lars was about to step back to let the couple behind him take it when I trotted up and took his elbow. “Sorry I’m late” I panted. After we were seated, he grinned at me. “Have you been stalking me?” “Please, leave me a little pride” I countered with a big smile. “Let’s just say I’m quick to take advantage of unexpected opportunities. I saved myself a twenty minute wait.” “That was quick thinking.” Lars admitted. “But I prefer my theory.- I do like your attitude on unexpected opportunities though.” He added innocently. I sat back and gave him my Mona Lisa smile. Our luncheon conversation was mostly small talk but after splitting the bill, we left the restaurant with an unspoken understanding that we were destined to become much better acquainted. The following day I went again to Shari’s. It was more a yearning wish than an expectation that he would be there - but he was; parked near the entrance. He opened the car door to get my attention so I walked around to the passenger side and got in. Without a word he started the car and drove directly to the Idylwild motel. No time was wasted on false modesty. I undid the buttons of his shirt as he eased my skirt over my hips. My blouse joined his shirt on the floor and I stood back to marvel at the riot of tight golden curls covering his chest. My attention moved down to a thicker forest extending up toward his belly and the formidable rigid form extruding through it. Even more impressive was the large bag hanging down from the base of the sturdy erection. I was reminded of my grandfather’s bull. I just had to sink to my knees and take it in my hands as I placed a kiss on the rosy mushroom on the end of it. My lips parted and I let my tongue slide down the bottom of the thick rod as I took in the whole knob and an inch of the shaft. So much for foreplay. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed where I joyfully separated my thighs to accept him. What a glorious sense of freedom came over me as I welcomed the invasion of my inner self. I am again my own person. I do not have to do this. It is my choice, my wish. Eagerly I met each thrust with a counter; sometimes challenging, sometimes evading. With full abandon I rejoiced in being a woman - a woman with a man. I did not strive for orgasm but it came suddenly, unexpectedly; not the sweet flowing expression of deep hunger satisfied that Ted brings me to but an unaccustomed series of short pulsing contractions that shook my whole being and made my ears ring. A look of surprise appeared on Lars’ face as his body reflexively responded with its own fierce celebration. In the fever of the moment I lived a short moment in the future as the buxom Blanche with the big bosom pressed down by Ted’s broad chest and his familiar tool stirring the commotion in my belly.The hallucination faded to the reality of a lover’s cock inside me, swimming in a sea of its own making. A wave of contentment washed over me and I smiled to myself. This is good. Collapsing beside me, Lars leaned over and kissed my belly as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my swollen pussy. “Whew!” He panted. “I’d almost forgotten how much pure fun there is in a little friendly sex.” I laid a hand over his and pressed it firmly against my feverish labia. “Well, that’s here now to remind you if you ever get forgetful again.” “I’ll keep that in mind” he said. He raised his head and ran his tongue around each of my nipples in turn. “Not the mouthful you’re accustomed to” I said ruefully. “The beauty is in the difference” he responded. “If all women were identical, men would die of frustration. You and Blanche complement each other. That’s what make such lucky dogs of me and your husband.” I tensed with surprise. “What do you mean?” “Oh come now” He chided. “I wouldn’t be here now if I wasn’t reasonably sure of the game you two are playing. I’ve watched you chatting it up every Saturday afternoon and afterward Blanche always comes home in heat so I assume you’re not just trading pancake recipes.” I actually giggled. “And neither of you is the type to outright cheat” he continued,“So I imagine things are set to all even out.” “Well smarty, your analysis is pretty darn accurate so just consider me a gift from Blanche” I quipped. “I just didn’t expect to be unwrapped so quickly.” “And the tits are your gift to your man” he smirked. “You’ve been talking to Ted?” "I have never met Ted - that’s the first time I’ve heard his name - but I’ve been lusting after you and building a fantasy situation which has just turned out to be reality.” “As long as you remember today was planned by me and Blanch, not you, you’re excused. Just don’t get upset when you find out about Blanche entertaining a strange cock too” I said. “That’s fair enough" he agreed. I squirmed down to place another kiss on that rosy knob. Surprisingly, it was still quite large although the rest of the assembly was a limp bit of flab. Ted’s shrinks down to practically nothing after he’s come. I took the whole thing in my mouth and moved my hips around to where Lars’ lips and tongue could caress my tingling puss. We lay quietly for a while, just softly mouthing each other. “We really were planning a more extended campaign” I broke the silence, “savoring the anticipation, flirting and teasing you with, coy suggestions, but things happened faster than I expected.” “You might have chickened out if I hadn’t rushed it.” “That’s a possibility but now I have to build a fire under Blanche without letting on I’ve already sampled her husband.” “OK,” h chuckled, “I’ll leave it to you to decide when and if to inform her.” “I think I’ll wait and let her believe she scored first.” I moved my hand onto his limp member, almost licked clean of our combined juices. “And now I have a thought for you. Picture this:”, I kissed the sensitive spot just below the head. “Ted’s is not as thick as this one - or rather, as this one was before you so recently ravaged this poor maiden with it. His is, however, considerably longer and does not have the upward bend to it. The head is nice and rosy like yours but it’s slimmer, more a continuation of the shaft than the pronounced bulb you possess. Incidentally, I like that bulb - I like the way it announces itself to my interior.” I felt the item of discussion begin to grow in my grasp. I gave it a squeeze and ran my fingers up the under side. “But now I want you to visualize Blanche’s thighs - the soft inner surfaces as they separate to disclose that patch of auburn hair framing but not quite hiding the luscious warm lips and the rolled padding of the arch”. Lars was definitely responding. I could no longer close my fingers around him. “And now visualize this: between those tender thighs - Blanche’s thighs - that long slim snake of Ted’s is slyly sneaking up, approaching the warm haven. It cautiously parts the shining bush with its rosy tip, separates the lush lips, slides up and back over the moistening mound and then boldly...” The object in my hand jumped to attention so I threw my leg over, rose up on my knees as I forced the rigid rod to vertical and inserted that bulbous tip into myself. “Aahh!!” I breathed as I impaled myself on the magic wand. A third time, that afternoon, we coupled, as the saying goes, and again that night I made real love with my husband, enjoying it the more for knowing that it was my choice to do so, that it was neither my duty nor my only option. I belong completely to no one but myself so I give completely. The next day, Friday, I spent the afternoon on the phone with Blanche. “Now don’t you go wearing yourself out tonight.” I concluded. “I want you to be in top form tomorrow.” Ted made an attempt at romance that evening but I pleaded fatigue - something I rarely do. In the morning I told him that I had promised Timmy I would take him and his friend to a movie after the soccer game and that the boy’s mother would be by later to pick him up. “Be sure you’re here because she may come early. The movie was an afterthought and I haven’t been able to get in touch with her to tell her we’ll be late. We should be home by six.” After the game, Lars and I took the two boys to The Lion King and sat in the row behind them. We held hands and shared thoughts of Thursday afternoon. Lars tried to slip a hand up my thigh but when I dropped my hand onto the bulge behind his zipper, he pulled it away. “You’ll have me leaving here with a big damp spot on the front of my pants.” he whispered. “Then behave yourself” I whispered back and stuck my tongue in his ear. After the show, I told Lars that I would keep Orville with me as Blanche was coming by our place to pick him up. “She knew I was refereeing today. I could have brought him home.” I didn’t say anything. He looked at me for a moment. “Oh” he understood. When I got home, Ted and Blanche were seated in the patio with a pitcher of martinis and an extra glass for me. Ted kissed me hello and nonchalantly turned to pour my drink but Blanche slipped me a sly wink and pressed her knees together most suggestively. Ted was rather quiet throughout dinner but after we put Timmy to bed, he sat down on the sofa beside me. “Honey, I have a slight confession.” “Really?” I snorted. “The man spends the afternoon rolling on the most gorgeous set of tits this side of the Mississippi and he has a ‘slight confession’ to make. Honey, she didn’t tell you? Those beautiful tits were my Christmas present to you. I thought you’d prefer them to a new set of golf clubs.” “That’s right. I already have a perfectly good set of clubs.” He pulled me to him and gave me a big juicy kiss. “You’re a very thoughtful wife.” He thought a moment and then added, “I imagine Blanche is also a very thoughtful wife.”