Posts Tagged ‘threesome’

Sian finally got the weekend off that she had so looked forward to. Beth also took a few days off allowing the new girls, Tara and Alison to take over most of the work. Tara was the youngest of the girls, a quiet, petit student of only 21. Alison was older at 33 and more outgoing, but they got on well, enjoying working together.



Alison would enjoy another first today. Her first threesome with 2 men. She had racked up quite a number of conquests over the years but never had she had 2 at once. She was more than happy to try this.



The lads were Sian’s regulars, the 2 geeky looking lads that she had seen 3 times now. They wanted to see Sian when they came in but were more than happy to try someone new.



“Rose tells me that you boys are regulars?” Alison asked them as she went in to start. “I hope I can be as good as Sian.”



“I’m sure you will be.” One of the lads replied.



“Will you do Double Penetration?” The other asked.



“I’ll see how it goes.” Alison replied. “I’ve never done that before.”



“Is Anal ok though?” The first lad asked. He was the arse worshipper, it was a bit of an obsession to him.



“That’s fine.” Alison replied. She didn’t have much Anal experience, most of her sexual experience had been straight forward, no nonsense fucking. She had only really had one long term lover in her life, he had introduced her to the delights of Anal sex, but it had been a rare treat rather than a matter of course. Alison realised though that this was a must in her work, she would lose to many clients otherwise.



Alison took their cash back to Rose and let the lads get ready. She made sure that she had her essentials, lubricant and condoms, then went for it. She knew she had to make this good, they had paid her £200 for this.



The lads were undressed and ready when she came back in. Alison wasted no time in kneeling in front of them to suck their cocks. She knew what they wanted, the full porn star experience, and she was going to give them it. She gave them each about 10 strokes before she swapped back to the other, keeping on wanking them while she sucked the other.



Alison was really getting into this now. Although they were paying to use her body, she felt like she had control over them. She could do what she wanted, make them come whenever she wanted. It felt good.



They soon moved onto the bed, Alison removing her knickers and bra before she laid down and opened her legs. One of the lads wasted no time getting down to taste her rapidly moistening slit. She tasted divine, he buried his head and lapped up as much of her juice as possible. Alison was finding it hard to concentrate on sucking the other man, and within a couple of minutes was coming. She gasped as the man clamped his lips over her clitoris, shaking and bucking her hips as a powerful orgasm washed over her.



The man licking her then started to nudge a cock inside her. Alison knew she should check that he had a condom on, but felt too weak to even ask him. She had continued to suck the other man, and was now beginning to taste the salty pre-come that was starting to flow. He was close now.



After a few more seconds, he pulled his cock out of Alison’s mouth and began to shoot his load. He semen was raining down on her face, some landing in her mouth, some going in her hair.



She was a complete mess but had no time to compose herself as the other man was fucking her hard now. He seemed to be spurred on by the sight of his mate coming all over her and also pulled out, ripping off the condom and shooting bolt after bolt of his come over her tits, stomach and pussy.



Alison just laid back, she was out of breath and covered on spunk, what a sight she thought!



“Do you mind if I take a picture of you?” One of the lads asked her.



She would have usually said no, but she liked these lads, she had the feeling that they wouldn’t show them around. Anyway, why care even if they did? It might mean more business!



“Go on then!” She replied.



The lad pulled an iPhone out of the pocket of his jeans and snapped off a load of pictures. Alison held her messy slit open for him, showing her moist pink hole, now gooey with white come. He got a few close ups of her face and was done.



The boys sat back and relaxed while Alison cleaned herself up. She took a few moments to wipe up the huge amount of semen they had deposited on her.



“Do you do rimming?” One of the boys asked when she joined them on the bed. This was a little kink that Sian had introduced them to.



“What me rim you?” Alison asked.



“If you don’t mind.” He continued. “Sian really got me into it.”



“I don’t think so.” Alison told him. She didn’t really want to turn him down as she really liked both of them, this was a but much for her though.



“Look I don’t mind either of you doing it to me.” She said said straight after. “I’ve just never done it before, and I can’t say it appeals.”



Both lads nodded, not looking to bothered that Alison wasn’t prepared to do this for them. She began to work their soft cocks back to life, kneeling between them and giving them head alternately.



Alison then knelt up on all fours, getting ready to suck the lad on the rights cock.



“So do you want to lick my arsehole then?” She asked the other.



He was up in a shot, she didn’t need to ask him twice. He started by dipping a finger in her wet pussy, then rubbing it gently around her anus. He then started to lick, flicking his tongue lightly over her bumhole at first, then starting to circle it. She had never tried this before, always thinking that she wouldn’t enjoy it. The man knew what he was doing though and was now starting to enter her tight ring with his tongue.



The man then introduced a finger into her bumhole, taking it easy at first, before easing another finger into her. Alison knew what was coming, his fingers were soon replaced by his sheathed cock. There was a brief shooting pain as he first entered her, although this soon subsided. He started to fuck her slowly now, pushing his cock all the way in, then withdrawing all the way so only the tip was still inside her.



Alison had almost forgotten the cock in front of her. Once she was settled with a cock in her arse, she started to work on the 8″ cock in her mouth. She was soon sucking him again with long, lusty strokes, taking almost his entire length into her mouth.



The lads then changed places, his friend now probing Alison’s arsehole with his tongue. This again was just a prelude for the cock about to be thrust into her. Alison was loving the feeling of the 8″ inside her. His cock wasn’t as thick as the other but the length made it feel delightful.



“Can we try the DP then?” One of the boys asked her.



“Yeah, no problem.” She answered. “Just take it easy on me, I really haven’t ever done this before.



Alison rolled a fresh condom onto the cock she was sucking and got astride him. The man then held her bum cheeks apart, allowing her friend to enter her again. Alison screaming at first, it was quite a shock, feeling so amazingly full.



The boys started to fuck her slowly, one thrusting as the other pulled back. They were now quite well practised in this art after their sessions with Sian. The man in her arse was the first to come again, thrusting deep into her and releasing his load into the condom. The other lad was taking a bit longer, so Alison offered him her arse again, knowing this would tip him over the edge. It only took him another minute once he swapped holes, shooting another load inside her.



The hour was over. It had flown by in the end, although the prolonged anal session had left Alison feeling a little sore down there. She had still enjoyed the experience though, the job was certainly not boring.



Tara had been picking up a steady stream of full personal services while Alison was busy. It had taken her a while to settle in at the house, she hadn’t really opened up much for the first few weeks she was there. Beth though, had managed to get her to open up a bit more on a really quiet day.



She confessed the Beth that she was really hating herself for selling her body, and it was really starting to get to her. She had also confessed that he hadn’t told her boyfriend about her job too and was petrified about being found out.



Beth had told her that she needed to separate her feelings from the job. The only way to carry on was to put all of the thoughts about her boyfriend to the back of her mind. If not, this wasn’t the job for her. Tara had been thinking about these words for the past week, deciding to give it one more weekend or to get out.



The few customers she had seem that morning had been ok, one of them though had really helped her. He was about 40 and was a real gentleman too. The sex they’d had was superb too, he had spent ages going down on her, making her come twice before she did the same for him. This was the first experience she had enjoyed in the house.



Later that day, she had another memorable client. A man in his mid thirties came in and immediately picked Tara, asking for the full service, with absolutely everything included. He paid £200 as he was also wanting watersports. Tara had always balked at this before, but after what Beth had said, she decided that she was going to go for everything. It helped that he was extremely good looking with a fantastic looking body. She really fancied this one.



When Tara went back into the room, she couldn’t believe what she saw. The man’s cock was absolutely huge, by far the largest she had ever seen. His body was a fantastic specimen, not overly muscled, just fantastically fit. Tara’s only worry was now whether she could take his huge length. Still, she was going to enjoy trying.



They settled together on the bed and began kissing, Tara stroking his huge member, feeling him grow in her hand. She couldn’t resist breaking off for a moment and taking a look at it. He was somewhere around 10″ she thought, not massively thick, but huge nonetheless.



Tara was desperate to taste him now, so she knelt between his legs and started to lick his shaft. She was adoring the earthy taste, taking in every inch as she teased him. Tara maintained eye contact with him at all times, she was now taking the tip into her mouth. For the next few minutes, she alternated between taking him in her mouth and licking his balls. The man was loving this, so Tara traced her tongue down his perineum, teasing him closer and closer to his arsehole.



“Pull you legs back.” She told him. “I’ve got a little treat for you.”



He smiled and did as he was told, allowing Tara access to his anus. She flicked her tongue across his hole a few times, before finally starting to settle into eating his hole. She also managed to continue wanking him slowly as she rimmed him, he was getting close to coming now, Tara could tell.



She then went back to his cock, clamping her mouth around his piece, wanking him hard. It took no more than a few more seconds before Tara felt a warm gush hit the back of her throat. She took on another half a dozen huge spurts before he subsided, choosing to swallow rather than spit as usual, she literally sucked him dry.



The man then took no time changing places with Tara, laying her down and spreading her legs. She was already soaking after what had happened so far, the man just dived in, giving her wet slit a real tongue lashing. He buried his head, firstly working on her outer lips, before heading deeper into her hole, then concentrating on her clitoris.



Tara came easily, he knew what he was doing, she shook with the intensity of her orgasm. The man then pushed her legs back and returned the compliment by rimming her. He seemed to love her arsehole, pushing his tongue in, working her up into a frenzy, as she came for a second time.



“I want you to piss over me.” Tara then told him, totally out of the blue.



“You sure you don’t mind?” The man replied, taken aback by how forward she was.



“Course I don’t mind.” Tara told him. “You’ve paid for it after all.”



She led him to the bathroom, and joined him in the bath, kneeling in front of him. He aimed at her tits at first, letting his golden stream out over her ample chest. It was soon a massive flow, as if he hadn’t been for a week. Tara was loving every second of this, and would have let him do just about anything he wanted by now.



Tara then returned the favour for him, pissing all over his chest and cock as he laid in the bath. The man had a huge smile on his face as she squat over him, keeping eye contact all the time.



The man was rock hard again now, they took a shower together, kissing and touching almost like a real couple would. This was the closest thing to real, normal sex Tara had experienced in the house. Once they had dried off, they made their way back to the bed and carried on. Tara sucked his cock again, she just couldn’t leave it alone. She took more and more into her mouth until she had managed all but a couple inches.



“Can I Fuck you in the arse?” The man asked.



“Yeah, course you can.” Tara told him. “Please take it slow though, I’ve never had anything like that up there before! And you don’t have to use a condom if you don’t want to.”



“Seriously?” He asked her. “You sure you don’t mind?”



“No. It’s fine.” Tara said. “Just don’t tell my boss, I’ll get sacked. It’s strictly against the rules.”



Tara laid back and spread her legs for him, he entered her without any resistance, inch by inch until he was fully inside her. He fucked Tara hard, making her scream with pleasure, slipping in and out of her slick pussy with ease. She had to stop him after a few minutes as he only had a a few minutes left.



Tara got on all fours and lubricated her arsehole, handing the tub to the man to apply some to his cock. He again licked her tight hole and inserted a couple of fingers to get her used to it. She cried out in pain as he edged the tip of his cock into her anus, it felt absolutely massive. He slowly pushed until about half of his length was inside her, then started to slowly fuck her, pushing his cock a little further in each time. It didn’t take long before he was buried up to the hilt in her arse, fucking her a bit harder. Tara was screaming still, more with pleasure than pain now.



The man then made a loud, long groan and held her by the hips. She felt the warm gush of his come spurting out into her arsehole, it felt wonderful, just the sort of sex she had needed for so long. She did have one sobering moment of guilt as the man withdrew, feeling the trickle of his semen starting to leak from her bum. She knew she shouldn’t have had unprotected sex, but she couldn’t do anything about that now.



Later that day, Tara made up her mind that she was going to tell her boyfriend about what she was doing. She needed to unburdon herself, feel free to enjoy this work, either with or without him. One way or another, this would be the new start she needed.

2: The Next Day



NOTE: A special thanks goes to estragon for his copy edit. His time and suggestions are invaluable.







RECAP: I highly suggest you read part one if you want to know how I seduced my sweet prim and proper Mother. If you don’t want to or already have and can’t remember the plot, here is a brief recap:



I am a college student who is addicted to MILF’s. When I came home for the summer, I spied my Mother fucking some slob who was blackmailing her and decided to save her. After saving her, I decided I had to make Mommy mine.



This story takes place the following day, after I had fucked my Mother, Elaine, for the first time.



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MAKING MOMMY MINE 2: THE NEXT DAY



I woke up after a long sleep alone. I lay in bed for a few minutes as I replayed last night’s events in my head. I had fucked my Mother. It was amazing, the ultimate conquest for any man. As I rubbed my eyes, I remembered falling asleep together and noticed she was no longer in bed.



I looked at the clock it was 12:30 in the afternoon. I wondered how she would react the day after. I assumed she would say it was a big mistake and s forth, but I was determined to make sure this new relationship continued in full force. I got up, still naked, walked to my room, grabbed a robe and went downstairs.



When I reached the kitchen, I was surprised to see my Mom at the kitchen table visiting with Hannah. Hannah, Mom’s best friend, and the sexy MILF who I was fucking in the ass just two days ago, in the livingroom when my Mom walked in catching us. I was slightly worried I had ended a lifelong friendship. Apparently, I needed not to worry. My Mom greeted, “Good afternoon sweetie.” She got up and gave me a peck on the cheek.



I looked slightly confused as she explained, “I invited Hannah over to apologize. I overreacted and did not want to lose one of my dearest friends.”



Hannah, who I instantly noticed was wearing black stockings and a sundress, said, “Yes, we have kissed and made up.”



The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed as my Mom added, “I need to go to the washroom, you guys can visit or whatever.”



She left and I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down still trying to figure out what the Hell was going on. Hannah stated matter-of-factly, “So you fucked your mother last night?”



Coffee sprayed out of my mouth and I began choking. Hannah got up and patted me on the back like I was a baby. I asked in a state of shock, “Mom told you about last night?”



Hannah began to massage my shoulders as she said softly, “Do you know how long I have wanted to fuck your Mom?”



Her hands slid down my chest as I processed this stunning revelation; my cock already as hard as a rock. She moved around and dropped to her knees in front of me. I sat memorized a mixture of eager anticipation and slight bewilderment. As she opened my robe, she saw my bulging erection contained in my underwear and teased, “My, my, my, what do we have here?” She unleashed my stiff erection and it instantly stood at attention in front of this beautiful MILF, and my mother’s best friend. As she grabbed it with her left hand, she asked mischievously, “Is this erection because of me on my knees ready to swallow you whole or because of the thought of your prim and proper Mommy between my legs?”



I looked at her and before I could respond she deep throated my firm cock. I instantly let out a moan as this hot MILF slut devoured my dick. She continued the fast paced assault with impressive consistency and within only a couple minutes I could feel my cum beginning to bubble. I grunted, “I’m coming, slut.” Hannah continued bobbing up and down seemingly desperate to swallow my load, which followed. Like a good MILF cocksucker, she kept up the pace making sure to swallow every last drop of my cum.



Once done, she got off her knees, smiled at and said, “So can I use your Mother as my little lez slut?”



I answered, surprised by the question, “I doubt she would be into that.”



Hannah smiled, ” Oh, I don’ t know about that. She just fucked her son.”



“Touché,” I responded, trying to figure out a way to make this hot, but unrealistic, request to happen.



“So do you want to watch your Mom become my little duke?” my sexy MILF slut purred naughtily.



My cock already beginning to rise again, I supported, honestly and curiously, “I would love to see that.”



Hannah stood up, “Well then watch this. Your Mother is as submissive as they come and trust me she won’t say no.” She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth. As she stroked my cock again, she broke the kissed and called, “Elaine get down here.”



A few seconds later, my Mother came downstairs and returned to the kitchen. “Did you two have time to talk?”



Hannah shrugged, her words dripping with innuendo, “Not really, but I did get a mouthful.”



My Mom blushed but said nothing.



Hannah grabbed my Mom’s hand gently, “You really hurt me the other day.”



My Mom quickly replied apologetically, “I know, I told you I was sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you.”



Hannah, in a firm and dominant voice I had never heard from her, explained, “You need to be punished for what you did.”



“What?” my Mom said clearly confused and unaware where this was leading.



“Come with me,” Hannah instructed, pulling my Mother into the living room.



Mom blindly followed still completely oblivious to what was about to transpire.



Hannah sat on the couch, pulled up her dress, opened her legs and ordered, “Elaine, starting right now our relationship is going to change. I have wanted to fuck you for years but thought you were way to prim and proper for such sexual deviance. But now that I know you are willing to fuck your son like a whore, well you obviously aren’t as goody-goody as you portray yourself to be.”



“Hannah,” my Mother began to say, I assume with some sort of defensive explanation, before being cut off by her best friend.



“Shut up, slut!” Hannah roared. “Don’t you ever interrupt your Mistress again!”



“Mistress?” my Mom repeated, in stunned confusion.



“Yes, Mistress!” Hannah confirmed, her voice losing the anger, but not the dominant, don’t fuck with me attitude. She continued, me watching in fascinated awe, my cock already fully at mass, “I own you. You will do what I say, when I say, with who I say. Is that understood?”



My Mother, tears running down her cheeks, tried to be logical with her best friend. “Hannah, be reasonable. I am not a lesbian.”



“Yesterday you weren’t a son-fucker either,” Hannah replied obscenely.



“Hannah!” my Mom said mortified.



“Son-fucker!” Hannah sarcastically mocked.



My Mom began to turn around to leave when Hannah said, “Stop right there, my slut.”



To my surprise my Mother stopped and with pleading eyes and tone, begged, “Hannah, please stop. You are my best friend.”



“Yes Elaine, you are my best friend too. And now we will be even better friends, friends with benefits. Plus you will also be my little lez slave,” Hannah explained. Hannah stared at my Mom, as after years of equality between the two, the balance of power shifted right in front of my eyes.



I watched amused as I began to believe my Mom would break, just as Hannah predicted, just as she had with me the night before. It was obvious that deep down my Mother was submissive and it was unlikely she would stand-up to Hannah when Hannah gave the sexual order that was soon to come. The staring match and the long silence that came with it were finally broken when Hannah went for the sexual kill. “Elaine, crawl between my legs and beg to lick your new Mistress’s pussy.”



Mom looked at me, seemingly begging for support; instead she got the opposite. I added to the humiliation as I agreed, “Mom you allowed some fat fuck to dominate you forever and you gave only a lame-ass resistance to submitting to me. I think Hannah is right. You are a submissive little,” I paused, unsure if I could call my Mom such a demeaning and derogatory word. Finally after a bit of thought, I went for the juggler, “slut.”



I could see my Mom’s facial expression change from pleading to shock at my harsh words. She looked away from me and back to Hannah. She seemed to really be considering her options. I would have loved to be able to get inside her head and see what she was thinking and feeling.



Hannah, clearly confident she was going to win, explained, “Elaine don’t pretend you don’t want to submit. You know you do. I know you do. Even Jeremy knows you do.”



Tears dripped down my Mom’s cheeks as she whispered, her tone portraying her defeat, “Please, Hannah….”



Hannah showing no signs of mercy ordered, “Hurry up Elaine, I don’t have all day. Plus I really want to see Jeremy fuck his Mother.”



My Mom quickly looked back at me. I gave her a knowing smirk and a subtle head nod, which suggested she should do as she was told. She just as quickly looked away and much to my, and Hannah’s glee, fell to her knees and head down, avoiding eye contact, crawled to her best friend. Once between Hannah’s legs, she froze unsure what to do next. It was entertaining to watch my Mother in such forbidden and uncharted territory.



Hannah looked at me triumphantly first before looking down at my Mother. She asked absurdly politely, “Do you want to eat my pussy, Elaine?”



My mother did not look up and said something so quietly I could not make it out.



Hannah ordered, “I can’t hear you, my slut. Speak louder.”



In a slightly louder squeak, through tears of humiliation, she answered, “Yes.”



“Yes what,” Hannah tested.



My Mother looked up for the first time, a look of utter confusion displayed on her face. She sputtered in a question like tone, “Um, yes please?”



Hannah looked at me and said dismissively, “Jeremy, your Mother seems a little slow on the uptake. Care to help her out?”



I walked over and sat down on the couch beside Hannah and very close to my obedient Mother as I explained, “The correct answer Mommy Dearest is yes, Mistress.”



My Mom glanced at me with a look that showed a mixture of fear, embarrassment, shyness and lust before finally returning her gaze to Hannah and repeated my words, “Yes, Mistress.”



Hannah playing the game extremely well teased her soon to be sub. “Yes, Mistress, what?”



I could tell my Mom’s anger was burning inside her as she had always hated to be corrected even in the slightest. But although I knew she was furious, her words that came out of her mouth were gentle and submissive. “Yes, Mistress, can I please you?”



“And how do you suggest to do that?” Hannah asked, pushing every button my Mother possibly had.



My Mom’s cheeks went dark red as she said, surprising me even, and clearly frustrated by the game her best friend was playing, “Any fucking thing you want.”



Not even remotely surprised by my Mom’s declaration, Hannah approved, “That’s much better, Elaine. I think you are going to make a very good sub.”



Hannah attempting to control and humiliate my Mom even more, lifted up her right foot and moved it to her best friend’s mouth. She ordered, “Suck my toes through my stockings, Elaine.”



I watched as my Mother obeyed the order and began taking her friend’s toes into her mouth. My cock was eager to get involved, but I resisted as I watched the submission of my Mother. Like last night, once my Mother submitted and allowed herself to have the sexual joy she desperately wanted and needed, she really got into the submission. She seemed to saviour each toe individually, treating each one like a tiny cock. The scene was incredibly hot and lasted over five minutes as my Mom individually pleased all ten toes.



Once done, Hannah now flushed and horny asked, “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”



My Mom shook her head no.



Hannah smiled, “Well this really is a weekend of firsts then.” After a slight pause to let that verbal shot simmer, she asked, “Do you want to eat my pussy, Elaine.”



My mom was clearly mortified by the humiliation, but I could tell from yesterday also horny, as she responded, almost in a whisper, “Yes.” Just as Hannah opened her mouth to correct her, Mom corrected herself, “Yes, Mistress, I want to eat your pussy.”



“Good girl,” Hannah purred, reached forward, and pulled my Mother into further sin.



I watched in voyeuristic fascination. Even after seducing her last night, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this.



I pulled my cock out and Hannah reached for it and began to give me a gentle hand job. She also began to moan from my Mother’s tongue. Hannah then began to get animated. “That’s it Elaine, you are a natural little cunt- licker,” and “Keep licking slut,” and “Faster lez, faster.” After a few minutes of this naughty scene, Hannah asked, “Slut, are you horny?”



My Mom, face shiny, looked up and saw Hannah still stroking my cock. “Yes, Mistress, I am really fucking horny.”



Hannah asked, “So you want to get fucked?”



“Yes, Mistress, desperately.”



“By your son?”



“Yes, Mistress. I want my son to fuck me.”



“You understand that I own you for now on?”



“Yes, Mistress,” my Mother reluctantly accepted.



“Jeremy, do you want to fuck your Mommy while she eats my pussy?”



“What do you think?” I asked.



Hannah instructed, “Get naked, slut.”



My Mom, horny enough that her inhibitions were gone, stood up and unbuckled her belt and pulled off her jeans. She hastily tossed off her t-shirt, bra and underwear and stood before Hannah and me naked.



“Get on all fours, my slave,” Hannah ordered.



My Mother obeyed like a good slut and without further instructions began licking Hannah’s pussy again. When I didn’t immediately fuck my Mom, Hannah suggested, “Jeremy, your Mommy desperately needa a good hard fucking. Now get behind her and fuck our slut.”



I stood up; my nine iron ready for t-off. I got behind my Mom, slapped her ass and asked, “Mommy, ready to be fucked by your son again?”



I expected at least a little resistance or reluctance, but instead got full compliance. “Yes, Jeremy, fuck your Mommy. Fuck her hard.”



Not one to disobey, I slid my cock easily into my Mom’s wet, but still tight, pussy. She instantly moaned and began to say something, but her words were muffled by Hannah’s pussy, Hannah having pulled her best friend deep between her legs. Hannah smiled at me as she rubbed her pussy all over my Mom’s face. I pounded my Mom hard and deep, pushing my Mother’s face deeper into my other MILF slut’s cunt. I never slowed down as I drilled into my Mother’s cunt hard and fast. My Mother quit licking her best friend and bellowed, “Oh fuck, Jeremy, I’m coming, harder Jeremy, make Mommy come, make her come, yes, yes, yes….”



The scene was so erotically sinful, so morally disgusting, that I knew I would not last long. Hannah pulled my Mother back into her cunt and Mom began to lick feverously as I continued fucking my Mother like the whore she was. Within a couple more minutes of hardcore licking by my Mother I heard Hannah scream, “I’m coming.” My Mom squeezed my dick with her cunt muscles in a way no woman ever has smiling my cock so smoothly that I exploded my cum in her a few seconds after Hannah came on my Mom’s face. I kept pumping until every last drop filled her before pulling out.



My Mom, finally got up off her knees and apparently having come to her senses after her orgasm, apologized profusely, “I’m sorry, Jeremy. This shouldn’t have happened.”



Hannah laughed and said, “Oh Elaine, this is just the beginning. Go and get Jeremy hard again. I am not leaving here until I get his cock in me.”



My Mom looked like she was about to say something but instead fell back to her knees and took my slightly limp cock in my mouth. Unlike most cocksuckers, she took her time. Using her tongue with teasing expertise, she had me stiff in a couple of minutes.



Hannah broke the incestuous debauchery as she ordered, “Elaine get on the ground and on your back.”



My Mother took my cock out of her mouth gave me a look I could not even begin to read. Was she mad? Sorry? Horny? As I attempted to read her thoughts, she let go off my hard cock and obeyed the instructions.



Hannah got out of the rest of her clothes and straddled my Mother’s face. I watched my Mom awkwardly eat her best friend’s pussy for a couple of minutes until Hannah stood back up and returned to the couch. She spread her legs wide and said, “Jeremy, come fuck me.”



Not one to ever refuse pussy, I walked over my Mother and between the legs of the sexy MILF. Ignoring any sort of foreplay, I thrust my cock into her. Having already come twice, I knew this would be a lengthy fuck session. I started slow, but soon picked up my rhythm as Hannah begged to be fucked harder.



After a few minutes of hard fucking, Hannah ordered, “Slut, get over here and lick my clit as your son fucks me.”



My Mom who had still been on the ground the whole time, seemingly watching, crawled up on the couch and began licking Hannah’s clit as I continued fucking the sexy MILF. Having my Mother’s face so close and doing such naughty things had my mind spinning and I decided to take control. I pulled out of Hannah’s warm cunt and shoved my cock into my Mom’s mouth. I fucked her face for a few strokes before burying my cock back into Hannah. I repeated fucking Hannah and then my Mother’s face for the next few minutes, keeping both myself and Hannah on the brink of complete sexual bliss, but never over it.



I no longer saw my Mother as a Mother, but rather as just one more hot MILF to please me. With such a philosophy in my head, a naughty thought popped in my mind, one final way to humiliate and dominate my Mom. I pulled my cock out and face fucked my Mom for a good minute, holding her head as I pumped in and out. I pulled out and ordered, “Mommy, lick Hannah’s asshole for me, get it ready for my big cock.”



My Mom looked at me with a look of disgust. I sternly explained, “Mommy, Hannah thinks she owns you now and she is welcome to use you as she sees fit. But when I am home, I am the man of the house for you, Hannah and every other slut I decide to bring home. Is that understood?”



My Mom, tears welling in her eyes, whispered, “Jeremy, I…”



“Do you ever want this cock again?” I asked, slapping her face with my stiff dick.



“Yes,” she whispered, clearly humiliated by her wanton desires.



“Good, then don’t ever hesitate when I give you an order, understood?”



“Yes,” she repeated.



“Now, pull Hannah’s ass cheeks apart and lick it.”



My Mom reluctantly obeyed as she repositioned herself between her best friend. Hannah looked back making eye contact with me. Her smile said it all. My Mother awkwardly licked Hannah’s ass cheeks for a couple of minutes while I stood back and enjoyed the show. Deciding it was time to make it more extreme, I went behind my Mom and without any warning, slid my cock into her wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust as deep as I could into her, shoving her face deeper into her best friend’s ass. Her whimpers of pleasure were muffled by Hannah’s ass cheeks. The scene was fucking hot and I had to slow down to not shoot another wad up my Mom’s cunt.



I pulled out of my Mom who whimpered, “No, Jeremy, put it back in.”



I slapped her ass hard and said, “I am the one who gives the orders around here. Move your ass, I am going to fuck Hannah’s ass now. While I do, you may sit on the floor like a good girl and watch.”



My Mom obeyed, clearly horny, humiliated and disappointed. I went behind Hannah and rubbed my cock up and down her ass crack. Hannah, used to my cock in her tight ass, pushed back trying to get my cock in her. I continued teasing her until she begged, “Fuck Jeremy, please just fuck my ass.”



“You can do better than that, my slut.”



Hannah, clearly horny, quickly got on her knees and gobbled my cock. She bobbed on my cock with such desperate desire I had to stop her before I came too early. She got back on the couch and begged, “Now fuck my ass. Hammer me with that big hard cock. Show your Mommy who your first love really was.”

My loving owner and I share a beautiful home near a lake in a very secluded spot. It’s not all that far from the rest of our tiny neighborhood but, set apart quite a way. It’s one of two that we own. My handsome man chose it for privacy, which is good because, there are times that privacy is paramount in our lives.



I’ve stated before that my owner is a man of varied tastes when it comes to fun and this time was no exception. He enjoys taking the time to select specific temporary additions to our private routines. Temporary additions that have similar endowments as well as similar discretion’s. I don’t know the screening process my love initiates but I trust him with all my heart.



I feel the need to say that because, there are times when my love brings someone to one or the other of our homes and I have heard more than one gentleman express awe in how my love keeps every aspect of things exclusively, yet warmly private. They never truthfully know exactly where they are other than in one of our homes.



On this particular day, my owner and I had just finished breakfast when he got a call on the cell that he uses specifically for our special times. He gave me that sweet half lidded expression and secret smile of his that let me know something uniquely exciting was about to happen.



“I’ll be right back sweetie.” he whispered as he quickly kissed me and hurried out the door, phone to ear.



I knew he’d be true to his word and felt a thrilling tingle at what might come next.



I cleared the table from breakfast and began running the dish water when I heard my love pull into the drive. Knowing enough of how my beautiful owner likes to do things, I knew to continue with what I was doing until he bid me otherwise.



Sometimes, the thought of his control alone is enough to get me sopping wet.



My loving owner snuggled up behind me, sliding his hands up and down my sides and whispered in my ear,



“We have a guest pretty girl. I want you to be nice as can be okay?”



I nodded in agreement and went to turn when he stopped me.



“I want this to be a little different so don’t move until I tell you to.”



The bulge I felt nudging itself to my backside had me eager to please him so much! I had an idea of what he had in mind for this get together. We’d shopped online for a few new items and thought carefully about how we wanted to implement them and now, he was orchestrating a beautiful game for us!



I stood still as I heard him beckon someone into the room. I heard another man’s voice, low and rumbled in a tone of appreciation at my rather ample shape. I’m not tall, nor am I stick thin. I’m very curvy with long dark wavy curls. This being summer and our home being so near the water, I’m sure our guest thought of tropical fantasies come to life.



I stayed still as my loving owner breezed beside me to issue out a few of our standard rules while showing me off to our guest.



“As you can see,” he began, “I like it when my wifey wears precious little.”



With that, my love moved to stand in front of me, easing his strong hands over my curves. He kissed me and lifted my sundress so that my ample ass could be displayed through my lacy panties. I, in turn, caressed his lower stomach and massive bulge and revelled in watching his mouth drop slightly open.



“Wow! That is one impressive ass!” our guest exclaimed. His voice was deep with a pleasant resonance but I didn’t turn to see him… I could feel that this was part of the new game and I wanted to make sure I played to my owner’s satisfactions.



My handsome love smiled at the new found appreciation of his property as well as my centered attention on him, holding me in his strong arms, taking my breath away as he did so. His slight nod to me a wordless approval of my actions thus far.



“Like I said on the phone, there’s more.” he said over my shoulder.



“And, I just call her ‘wifey’ too?”



My owner’s face grew only faintly serious.



“No, you can call her ‘M’. And just to be clear,” his smile returning to his handsome face, “that stands for ‘mine’. Isn’t that right sweetie?”



“As you bid my love. Always as you bid.” I said as his smile grew even more.



“That’s my sweet girl. Now then, something new for you.”



He pulled a bit of cloth from his pocket and let me see it. A blindfold! And not any blindfold either, one that I’d been wanting for the longest time!



My thoughtful owner and I enjoy spending time going through online catalogs and shopping in out of the way adult stores to find just the right playthings. Sometimes, we enjoy custom creating things for one another.



This time though, he’d surprised me with the most beautiful brown suede blindfold decorated with lovely burnished paisleys and velvet inner trim. It was soft and delicate and I grew even more excited because I knew it was only one part of a very special set.



“Ooooooo!” was all I could muster when I saw it but the expression on my lover’s face was worth all the money in the world and then some.



He chuckled a bit at my reaction.



“I’m glad you like it this much. Now, hold still while I put it on you.”



I closed my eyes but could not close off the thrill of how it felt to have him touch my face after my blindfold was in place. Suddenly, the scent of him was more intoxicating than usual. I was aware of our newest guest coming closer and realized that perhaps, it was he who did not wish to be seen. Being so private, I sometimes forget that our temporary collaborators also have needs for seclusion and discretion.



I felt him kiss me once more, his hands roaming over my body. The desire to please my love felt even stronger than ever.



“It’s okay to come over now, she can’t see you. Can you pretty girl?”



“No love, I can’t.”



I could smell a man’s cologne, somewhat pungent. It reminded me of what high end bankers think money-men ought to smell like. As always, it was something small like this that made me inwardly appreciate the habits of my man even more. He’s not the cologne type.



“She’s really beautiful and what an ass!” our new collaborator muttered to my love.



“And that’s the only thing off limits. This ass is never shared, it’s exclusively mine. You can caress it and watch me go there but that’s all.”



“Good deal. I’m just happy to have found someone as private as me for this.”



I listened to the exchange of words between them with such happiness. It feels good to know my owner protects me so well. He does so much for me.



I heard a rustle of cloth. My owner guided my hand to his now exposed cock and had me stroke him slowly, his hand covering mine.



“Reach your other hand out sweetie. I want you to feel how fat you’re making our new friend’s cock.” he whispered to me.



Doing as he said, I reached out and heard a hasty zipper being pulled down before feeling a thick member touch my palm. I folded my hand around it and stroked it in tandem with my owner’s larger member. This new cock felt thinner and not quite as long as my owner’s but still larger than some. Rubbing my thumb over the head of it, I could feel the pre-cum leaking out. By the sighs and light moans, I could tell things were going well so far.



“Keep stroking his cock sweetie, I’ll be right back.”



I stood as bid and kept stroking while I heard my owner from somewhere in the living room behind me. In no time at all, he was back and had dropped something soft onto my feet. I could feel him take hold of my hand and arm and guide me gently downward.



“There’s a pillow for you to kneel on right in front of you sweet girl, let me help you down.”



Once I was comfortable on the pillow, my man kissed me deeply. I could feel his happiness and excitement in that kiss. He then guided my free hand back to the beautiful thick length of his cock.



“Open up nice and pretty sweetie.”



I tilted my head towards his voice and opened my mouth, my reward of course was his tasty cock. I could feel him pulsate in my mouth, breathing in his scent, I reached for his balls to caress while I sucked. I enjoy going slowly as I know this pleases him plus, he tastes so wonderful, I like savoring every moment. I switched things up a bit, pulling my hot, wet mouth from his hardness and licking each ball before sucking each one in to twirl my tongue around them. Hearing his groans and feeling his fingers through my hair got me even more wet than before. I went to suck more of his beautiful cock but he stopped me.



“Time for our guest to sample that pretty mouth sweet girl.” he said as he turned me around and kissed me.



I opened my mouth and took in our guest. He was smaller, as I’d noted, but muskier too. Not too unpleasant but certainly not my owner. Telling the two apart blindfolded just got much easier. I treated him to the same oral delight as I’d given my owner and this time, was rewarded with loud and heavy groans.



I was almost positive my owner was smiling at that.



I was drenched by this point. My juices slowly making their way down to mid thigh. I know my owner is very perceptive to my needs and knows just when I begin to get almost too wet to bear. He knows that when I get to that point, almost all my reason goes out the window and I’ve no more pressing desire than to see him pleased with his hard steel-like cock embedded deeply within me.



“Up and over pretty girl” I heard him say as he gently guided me by the arm to stand and bend over the kitchen table.



“Ohhhhh shit that ass is incredible!” our guest murmured low as my owner tenderly flipped up my sundress.



My dress was a pale lavender with tiny floral design while my panties, I’m sure my love was happy I wore that day, they were a deep grass green, a colour he loved to see against my light toasted copper skin. I could hear our guest draw in his breath at my love pulling my panties slowly over my ample ass. The stretch lace giving only the slightest of tugs against my flesh. The contrast in colours bringing to mind tropical delights. Still sopping wet, like honey through the lace, my wetness now being smeared along the insides of my thighs even further as my panties came off.



I could hear a condom being opened with haste and could feel my owner’s hand on the small of my back.



“Spread those beautiful legs open sweet girl, I want our new friend to have first dibs with that pretty pussy of yours. He ought to sink in easy with how wet you are. I want you to be nice and let him fuck that pussy as hard as he can, okay?”



I nodded my head as I felt hands on my ass, rubbing in circles and then stroking the sides of my upper thighs. The hands were long and smooth, very different from my owner’s more strong grip. These reminded me of someone who did no physical labor at all. They smoothed over my ass once more and I felt the tentative push of his cock to my hot pussy. Slowly, he eased himself in while my owner, at my side, held on to the small of my back.



Our guest gave a long slow push forward and felt as though he was in to the hilt. I could feel my ass being pried apart as he moaned very lightly, I imagine he was watching my hot wet box engulf his cock as he slowly began fucking me. He had a steady pace, not uncomfortable but not at all what I was used to. He felt good in my hot box but I yearned for more.



Much to my disappointment, he did not last long. I felt him jerk a few times, give a groaning sigh and pull out.



“Holy fuck, that was GREAT! Her cunt is so tight! I couldn’t last looking at that ass, just seeing that was amazing!” he exclaimed in satisfaction.



My owner knew, of course, that I was no where near being pleased. This new man may have been almost as big as my love but he had no idea how to cut loose and use what he had. That sort of animalistic passion was something he was very masterful of.



“You want amazing? Watch.” I love when my man says things like that! “Pretty girl, I want you to reach out and hold onto the edge of the table and don’t let go. Understood?”



I nodded, “Yes, as you bid.”



I did as I was told, grabbing onto the edge of the table as my owner slid around to my eager backside and slowly filled my drenched pussy with his cock. Thick , hard and throbbing, he let me take a few breaths before pulling nearly all the way out only to plow into me as hard as he could. Again and again and again, he pulled himself away from me only to slam into my pussy with such force that I could do nothing but scream my pleasures and hold on. Then he sped up, fucking me wildly. Soon, I felt a certain pace begin… he slowed a little, his breathing was different, I knew he’d gotten close to cumming and held back. Pulling his magnificent cock out of my pussy, he told me to stay put.



“Oh my God, she’s used to that kind of fucking? You hit pay dirt man!” I heard our guest say.



“Not done yet my friend!” my owner replied. “Right my sweet girl? We’re going to let our new friend know just how things get done around our household, right?”



“Mmmm, yes love!” was all I could happily say while catching my breath. I could sense my owner looking for something below me, something in his pants pocket on the floor. I heard a snap of plastic and felt something cool on my ass, slipping between my cheeks. He’d brought the lube! I wriggled about for him as he rubbed his huge cock over my pussy, into my pussy and back out to rub between my ample ass cheeks. He ran his strong hands over my cheeks, pushing them together to squish the lube everywhere. I could hear his low moans of appreciation at how slippery things were getting.



“You aren’t serious, are you? Can she take that much cock up the ass?”



“I’ve trained her well, it’s still a very tight fit but when she’s as worked up as she is now, yes, she can take all of me up her beautiful big ass, isn’t that right sweetie? You love how I fuck this ass don’t you? And you want the nice man who’s cock you sucked and who banged that pussy to watch me fuck you up the ass don’t you?”



I was delirious with passion at this point! “Yes my love, I do!”



“What do you want sweetie? Tell me. Tell me nice and nasty.”



“I want your hard cock up my ass! I want to feel your thick cock up my tight hole!”



“Do you want me to cum up that big pretty ass?” his grip on my ample cheeks tightened as he rubbed his cock between them. Swirling his thumb near my hole he added, ” Do you want me to stretch you open honey? You want me to open that ass fuck it like your pussy? Want me to fill that sweet ass with cum for you?”



I was beside myself with need! Tingling from his filthy-sexy words! “Yes! Please, please use my ass like a pussy! Stretch me wide open and fill me with cum!” I’m positive my owner was smiling at that! Slowly he pushed his cock against my hot hole. Slower still, my ass swallowed more and more of him, widening, stretching around his hard, thick cock.



“Holeeeee…”



I heard my love grunt loudly as he seated himself as deeply as he could go up my tight, hot, greased up ass. He began thrusting cautiously at first, gaining a stride to let me become accustomed to and then, when he knew I was ready, going for broke with everything he had, his heavy balls slapping my dripping pussy mercilessly with each heaving thrust.



Pounding faster and faster, his groans and my squeals of delight echoing through the room. Pistoning harder and harder into my eager flesh, his cock like a hot steel dowel, long, thick and probing. Leaning over me more than he already had, grabbing my hips harder for more leverage, tipping them up slightly for deeper penetration, plunging repeatedly in and out of my tight, slick and slippery hole. I imagined his cock gleaming with lube, shiny and masterfully taking utter control of my ass until at last, I felt him tense up, shooting his hot thick cum deep within me. He collapsed on top of my back, kissing my shoulders and neck, whispering how much he loved me while disengaging from my now sloppy hole. Pulling himself up, he pushed my cheeks together as I felt his cum ooze out, dripping over my pussy and down my trembling thighs.



“Wow… you were right, that WAS amazing!” our guest stated.



“Stay where you are sweetie.” my love called to me.



I could hear an exchange of words and a door opening and closing. My owner was right at my side after that, helping me up and removing the blindfold.



“I’m SO fucking proud of you sweetie! SO fucking proud! I’m going to get him back to where he needs to be and I’ll be right back after that, okay? You go ahead and get cleaned up. I love you so much!” He enveloped me in a massive bear hug and kissed me deeply.



After a few minutes, he and our guest were on their way. I cleaned myself up with a nice long shower and gave myself a treat of a bowl of strawberries. After a little while, I heard my love return home.



“He was really impressed with you sweet girl!” he said. “Though it might have been nice to have lasted longer, I’m glad it was quick. He didn’t seem to please you much. I’m sorry about that.”



Pouting like a petulant little boy, my lover’s blue eyes seemed to deepen with regret.



“Don’t let it bother you my love.” I softly said to him. “I doubt if anyone will ever measure up to how you feel inside of me. I don’t think anyone can ever come close to how good YOU make me feel.” His blue eyes once more held the happiness I’d come to crave and love.



After his shower, my love and I spent the next few hours wrapped in each other’s arms, talking over what had occurred, planning for what we’d like next, satiated by an extremely good breakfast.



Fin

I began the slow climb to Amy and I’s bedroom. The events of the day began to take shape in my mind. I realized that I had pissed my wife off. Her anger was apparent as I followed my wife and the two guys, Greg and Rob, up the stairs to our bedroom.



The day had started off innocently enough. Well, I say innocent, but I had thought of how this evening was going to end and it wasn’t supposed to be innocent, just not the turn of events that had just transpired.



It had all started three days ago when my wife’s boss, Rob, had called me to see if I was up for some shooting at the gun range. I was surprised to hear from him as Amy had told me that Rob had felt uncomfortable after our encounter in Orlando last month. While things had returned to normal for Rob, he still had seemed somewhat distant to Amy.



We talked about our shooting plans. Rob then asked me if I was uncomfortable with him.



I replied, “No. Are you uncomfortable with us?”



“Sort of…But I can’t get it out of my head.”



“What do you mean? The excitement, or the guilt?”



“Both!”



“Rob, we don’t expect you to participate anymore. You don’t need to feel guilt at all. Be involved with your life…make love to Rebecca…go to church…do whatever! Just don’t beat yourself up over it!” I said reassuringly.



“To be honest, I wanted to meet with Amy. I guess I am still curious.”



“That is out of the question!” I said firmly. “Amy and I do things together and only together. The night she stayed with you was our way of freeing her to explore her desires, nothing else.”



“I understand…I didn’t mean to have sex with her, just to talk.” Rob lied, more easily than he liked.



“If you still need to find out more about your curiosities and you want to do that with Amy, we all need to agree and talk about it.”



“Can we get together after shooting and just talk? I don’t know if I want to have sex, but, I want to talk about everything and just understand your and Amy’s feelings and then my own.”



I reflected on what Rob had said and I felt compassion for the guy.



“Ok, but it will just come up in conversation. Don’t say anything to Amy about you coming. We’ll see if we can’t just let everything happen naturally.”



Rob sounded relieved. “Sounds good!” How about Saturday, at around 1 pm?



“See you then!”



I knew I should have talked to Amy, but I thought it would be humorous to see her face when Rob showed up. Boy! Was I wrong!



Then yesterday, Greg called. This surprised me as Greg had been keeping a low profile since our first encounter and he had been friendly, but not wanting to get together with us. I allowed him the space without inquiry as I felt a little threatened by Greg. Greg is recently divorced and I didn’t want the specter of a relationship with Amy to loom over our exciting evening. When Greg called, he sounded very upbeat.



Hey…How is it goin’?” I replied to his affable hello.



Well…I’ve been thinking, it’s time we got together and just have fun. When are you free?”



I thought for a moment and almost didn’t invite him to my shooting event with Rob.



“Hey, I am going to the shooting range with a friend of mine. Wanna come?”



“I don’t want to impose…Yeah, sure.”



It didn’t dawn on me until a little later the awkwardness of the situation. Upon reflection, it was not my brightest moment.



I came home last night with full intentions of alerting Amy to my plans, just in case she wanted to bug out or something. I guess that little devil that watches over me for those weak moments got the better of me. Even this morning, it was still not too late.



And now, here I am walking up the stairs, following two guys that are going to fuck my pissed off wife in front of me and I am not even invited to participate. Under different circumstances, I would have probably been elated, now, I shudder at the coming consequences.



As I reach the top of the stairs, I suddenly become bold, wanting to take charge of the situation.



“Ok…this has gone far enough! Honey, I know you are pissed, but this is not the way to solve this. Why don’t we let these guys go home and we talk things through?” I said anxiously.



“Here is your options, HONEY,” she spat back, “Either you leave or stay and watch, cuz this is gonna happen whether you like it or not.”



Rob immediately said, “I can’t be here. This is not what I had in mind. I am going home!”



“Go ahead, go back to Rebecca.” Amy’s fury was building. “I am sure she wants to hear all about you and my husband’s,” and she glanced over at Greg, “and you as well, plans to have a little rendezvous with me tonight.”



Rob began to look at Amy intently, “you don’t mean that! You’re just pissed!”



“Why would I be pissed?” Amy asked. “Just because you all decided to treat me like a whore? You decided to pass me around like a bitch in heat? ” Amy’s anger continued to rage. “It’s apparent why there is a testosterone convention in my house! And you…” She whirled on me, “You are the worst! You set this up! I’m not your wife…I ‘m uh…uh…sex toy! Get out!” She ordered, “Get out!”



“I’m not leaving and this…this thing is not happening! Guys you need to go…Sorry”



Rob turned to Amy, “Amy, for what it’s worth, I didn’t intend for anything to happen…I just got caught up in the moment. I am very, very sorry” He bowed his head and left.



Greg pulled up his pants silently. Amy folded her arms across her bare breasts and watched as he finished dressing.



“Well? What about you?” She asked Greg with a small defiance left in her voice.



“If you’re looking for an apology, forget it! I didn’t come here with a preconceived notion about what would happen, I just wanted to visit your husband. YOU opened this door. Not him,” Greg motioned at me, ” or Rob. You made up your mind when you saw me standing there that we were here just to fuck ya. Not true. But if you said we could, we woulda, it’s that simple. Next time, don’t act like a bitch and you won’t be treated like one!”



Amy’s eyes became immediately stung with tears. Her shoulders slumped as the emotional outburst coupled with Greg’s stinging words left her drained and suddenly tired. Amy remained silent and buttoned up her blouse.



Greg then whirled on me, “You fucked up and you know it!”



Amy turned to me and said, “I’ll need some time alone.”



“I know. Me too.” I quietly responded.



I showed Greg out the door. Greg hesitated before he got in the car.



“I know I was harsh with Amy, and you fucked up, but I would hate to see something happen between you two. What you have is special.”



“I know…thanks!” I turned and briskly walked back into the house. The house seemed eerily quiet and empty.



I glanced upstairs and noticed our bedroom door was shut. I didn’t know if it was locked, I did know that I needed to leave Amy alone with her thoughts.



I sat in my recliner and began to process the events that had transpired. I began to ask myself questions like, “Are we over with?” “Is it too late” “Do I want to be married” “Do I want to continue our new lifestyle if she does?” “Does she even want to be married anymore?”



As the hours slipped into the wee hours of the morning, I realized that answers and sleep were equally elusive. I decided to take the bed in the spare bedroom.



I awoke late the next morning to hear Amy moving around in the kitchen. I got up quietly and walked into the kitchen. Amy stopped and leaned on a counter. She slowly turned to me. You could tell she had been crying.



“I allowed this all to happen. I should have stopped you the night we had with Greg. Greg’s right, I have been acting like a bitch in heat. That is not the way I want to live my life. Something needs to change.”



“I know,” I replied, as my heart was beginning to soften, “I pushed too hard on you. I simply wanted to spice things up, not make you feel cheap. I’m sorry!”



Amy sighed deeply, “I don’t know where to go from here. Rob is going to treat me differently. Work will never be the same. Oh God, I have really messed things up! Then there is us. Where do we go from here?”



“I don’t know. I do know I love you and I want to be married, no matter what. I am afraid that you might have different thoughts about that.” I looked at her as she moved nervously, biting her lip as she contemplated my words.



“I know you think this is all your doing, but it’s not. I planned and schemed as well.” She sighed heavily, “This will not be easy, but we got into this together, we will get out of this together. Are you in?”



“Yeah, I’m in.”



I started to take her into my arms, relieved that I was still married, but Amy stopped me, saying, “We need some rules! First, nobody, me included,” she pointed at herself, “pulls any surprises! Second, anything we do, does not include friends or work people. And finally, no matter what happens after this, we must both agree to everything including experiments! That means talking to each other.” She looked at me sternly, “Ok?”



“Ok, except,” I looked at her, “Are you saying that you still want to include other guys?” I asked incredulously.



“Yes, on occasion, after we have agreed on who and when, and, I can tell you “when” will not be soon!”



“What about…”



Amy cut me off with a finger to her lips saying, “Shhhh…all in good time. Right now, we need to take care of some business. Follow me.”



As Amy led the way to our bedroom, she continued, “It’s not like last night didn’t make me horny, ya know! And…I have something I want to try.”



My mind began to whirl and my dick began to rise.



Amy began to smile as she glanced over her shoulder. I couldn’t guess what she had in mind.



As we walked into the bedroom, I could see that Amy had prepared some things. On her nightstand was some oils and a lubricant. She slowly turned toward me and dropped her robe revealing her naked body. I still marvel at her beauty that seems innocent yet passionate.



Amy stepped toward me and helped me to remove my underwear. My cock was already hard. She bent her mouth to mine and kissed me long and hard.



Amy then looked at me longingly and said, “I am sorry too! I hope you like my peace offering.”



I swallowed and said, “Oh…I do!”



Amy then looked a little mischievous as she smiled and whispered in my ear, “I have been looking on the internet and I want to try something. I want you in my ass. Can you be gentle?”



I began to breathe hard and I said, “Sweetheart, I will be soo… gentle. Are you sure?”



I couldn’t believe it. This was like the Holy Grail. Amy had made it very clear, early in our relationship, the brown door was off limits.



Amy then said, “Yeah, I guess this is my best peace offering.”



Amy then bent up and kissed and put my hand on her breast. I began to fondle her breast gently then I began to apply pressure to her nipples. Amy moaned softly.



I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth.



Amy reached down to stroke my cock gently, as my cock oozed with pre cum in her hand. She then bent down and began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. I began to jerk a little as I was totally turned on.



Just before I couldn’t stand it any longer, Amy stood up then went to the bed. She reached for the tube of lubricant and motioned me to lie beside her. She reached for my cock, resuming the gentle strokes, as I began to finger her now wet pussy.



My finger easily glided up and down her glistening slit causing her clit to slowly appear and begin to quiver. I circled the very tip of my finger around her clit as Amy’s breathing became heavy and I knew she was ready to cum.



I then began to use my thumb to rub her clit, while my middle finger slid down to her anus and began to slowly circle her sphincter muscle. Amy’s moaning became more urgent as my thumb and finger began to work in unison circling and gently brushing her clit while my finger slowly circled the little pink circle of her anus.



Her anus began to pucker. Amy began the rise to orgasm and then began to quiver and twitch in throes of her orgasm.



I then reached over and squeezed a generous amount of lube in on Amy’s anal orifice. I began to massage her anal organ then gently inserted the tip of my middle finger a little in to her puckering hole. Amy began to moan and writhe as the she felt the tingle of the multiple nerve endings as they sent shots of pleasure.



As I slowly began to move my finger into her anal tunnel, Amy began to become anxious, constricting her muscles around my finger. I stopped and just let my finger sit as I continued to massage her clit.



Her pussy juices were flowing readily by now, as I slid my thumb over her clit and then inside her vagina. Amy’s moaning picked up intensity as her focus shifted from my finger to the activities of my thumb. I felt her anal muscles relax and I continued to push further in her anus with my finger.



As soon as my middle finger was in to the first joint, I began to slowly insert the tip of my index finger into the anal canal. Amy gasped and I thought she would tell me to stop. Since she continued to enjoy my thumb, I continued my slow, deliberate journey into the reaches of her anal cavity.



Amy seemed to sense that the initial discomfort had subsided and the sensual feelings from her anus were heightening her experience. Amy relaxed and began to wiggle her ass as both fingers slid completely in. I began to slowly, rhythmically move them in and out, while continuing my clitoral massage with my thumb.



My breathing was slow and shallow as I tuned into my wife’s deepest emotional center to detect the slightest hint of pain. Even a hint of pain would negate the sensual anal experience we were both enjoying.



I withdrew my fingers, wiped my hands on a little hand towel then reached for more lube. Amy’s eyes were closed as I maneuvered in behind her. She then prepared for me to enter her by starting to get on her knees and elbows, then, she stopped.



“I have a better idea! I read online that you should get on your back,” Amy directed. I complied and she straddled me at the waist and began to guide my cock into her ass. This was great. Amy could control the speed and depth of the insertion.



As the head of my penis touched her sphincter muscle she gasped.Amy then rubbed the head of my cock around her anus, gathering lubricant, then slowly put the tip into the anal tunnel.



Slowly, slowly she lowered herself down onto my penis as the mushroom slowly disappeared into her lovely ass. Her concentration was intense. There were little beads of sweat glistening on her upper lip.



Amy stopped as the thickest part of cock head was just at the opening. Amy almost lifted off then, she pressed down and my cock completely disappeared. After letting my cock sit for a couple of seconds, the shaft slowly disappeared and I found my whole penis buried deep into my wife’s beautiful, gorgeous ass.



Amy began to enjoy the fullness she found in her anal tunnel and began slow short strokes up and down. I had lubricated everything well, so as to minimize the discomfort.



I sit up to use my hand to play with her clit. Amy began to moan with pleasure as her strokes began to quicken and she urged me to massage her clit.



Suddenly, she began to convulse in orgasm, filling my hand with pussy juice as she rolled her eyes back into her sockets. Her tummy muscles were rippling as her orgasm peaked.



I maneuvered to get on my knees, bending Amy forward so that I could take control. I began to move my cock in and out of her ass in short quick strokes knowing that I was going to cum quickly. Amy began to cry out, “Oh cum Baby, cum. Cum in my ass. It feel sooo good…oh god this feels good!”



All of a sudden my back muscles tightened and I shot my wad deep inside as I buried my cock to the hilt. Amy looked back behind her with a loving smileas I showed my relief and pleasure. We rolled to one side as I left my cock inside her until it was completely limp.



I then kissed my wife, got up and ran a tub of hot water.



I asked Amy, “Are you bleeding or anything?”



“No. Maybe a little sore! It felt good, Honey. I didn’t know I could have that many sensations at once. A bath will be nice.”



Later, after our bath, we laid down together for a much needed rest. I reflected on the events leading to this moment. I reflected on the challenges, the mistakes and the excitement of our adventures.



I don’t know what the future holds for Amy and me. I do know that we love each other and we’ve grown as a couple. Maybe the wife sharing thing won’t happen ever again, then again, maybe it will.

The worst thing about being away from home on her own for work, Dee decided, was being away from home, alone and staying in a hotel that was being used for a private function where everyone else seemed to know each other and were obviously enjoying themselves. She sipped her drink and cast a look around the bar.



As she scanned the room, she noticed two men near the bar who were deep in conversation. Every now and then they would look in her direction. Dee pretended not to notice but she felt a thrill run through her each time she felt their eyes upon her.



Their looks became more frequent, more lingering. Every now and then Dee would allow her eye to be caught, and she would give her admirers a quick smile. Having made that initial ‘contact’, their stares became more blatant; they were now clearly and very obviously eyeing her up. Their scrutiny became a statement of intent and Dee felt herself responding; the intensity of their stares fuelled a longing inside her and she knew she wanted both of them. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she held their gaze.



The silent flirting continued as Dee slowly sipped her wine. By the time she placed her empty glass on the table, she knew she could have either one of them. What she really wanted though was to have them both, together, taking her roughly, using her for their pleasure. The thought of being satisfied by both of them at once made her imagination race. Dee felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks and she realised, almost incidentally, that the anticipation had already made her pussy very wet.



Fixing them with her gaze, Dee slowly stood up and, very deliberately, walked towards them. They were following her with a look of hunger in their eyes that was so obvious Dee felt electric bolts of anticipation surge through her. She smiled coyly then without a word to either of them, she began walking towards the door that led from the bar towards the bedrooms. She stopped at the threshold and winked suggestively at them. They both smiled then made to follow her.



As she walked along the corridor towards her room, Dee felt the anticipation increase with every step. Her mind filled with images of the things she hoped the men would soon be doing to her. Her pussy was uncomfortably wet as she fumbled the key-card in the lock of her door.



She had barely made it into her room when the first of the pair grabbed Dee and pinned her to him. She was kissed roughly on the mouth, his tongue forcing its way into hers. As she responded she felt the fire spread through her as she pressed herself against his firm body. Her hands sought out the bulge in the front of his trousers and she was pleased to discover he was already hard and that what he was going to give her felt reassuringly large.



A second pair of hands reached round from behind her. Dee felt his lips against her neck as his hands began stroking her through the flimsy material of her dress. Her nipples stiffened as his fingers brushed over him. Pushing her hips back, Dee ground her bum against his crotch and was again rewarded with the feeling of a hard cock that was clearly straining to be released



Revelling in the sensations as two pairs of hands explored her body while two pairs of lips kissed her, Dee wondered if she could possibly be more aroused it. “Mmmmmm, that feels so good,” she breathed as the man behind her gently nibbled on her neck.



Hands began to unbutton Dee’s blouse. As she let it be removed, she felt her bra being pushed down, revealing her firm, tanned breasts. “Yessssss!” she gasped as she felt a pair of lips fasten on one nipple. The man sucked it roughly into her mouth and flicked it with his tongue before moving to do the same with the other.



As one of the men feasted on her breasts, Dee sensed rather than felt her skirt being removed. Her knickers were uncomfortably wet, and it was almost with a sense of relief that she felt them being dragged down over her hips to fall to her ankles.



Fingers brushed against Dee’s moist lower lips. She wriggled and squirmed, spreading her feet slightly. She felt a finger slide inside her pussy. “Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh, mmmmmm!” Dee cried as, from nowhere her body responded to the attentions of her two unknown lovers. Spasms gripped her pussy, contracting her womb. Her heart pounded as she came hard.



Shaking, her hand went to the zip of the first man’s trousers. She quickly found the object of her search and, as she released it from its confinement, she dropped to her knees. Her pussy was still being vigorously finger-fucked as she wrapped her lips around the large, meaty cock that stood erect before her and drew it into her mouth. She eagerly took as much of it into her mouth and began to suck, her lips sliding effortlessly up and down its length.



Powerful tremors still shook Dee’s body as she sucked hungrily on the cock in her mouth, applying herself diligently to the task. As she sucked, the man gripped her head and began to thrust, slowly but firmly, driving the head of his cock deep into the back of Dee’s throat, making her eyes water.



Dee was so engrossed in enjoying having her mouth fucked that it was a few moments before she realised that the other man was no longer fucking her pussy with his fingers. She looked round and saw him now standing beside his friend, sporting a cock that looked every bit as satisfying as the one that she currently had in her mouth. Almost reluctantly, Dee disengaged her mouth from the first then turned to devour this second cock that was now being offered to her.



“She’s one hell of a cock-sucker, isn’t she?” she heard one of the men ask as sucked hungrily on the cock in her mouth.



“Oh f… fuck yeah! Sh… she most definitely is!” the other replied. By his strained tones, Dee identified the voice as belonging to the owner of the cock she was currently enjoying.



“Bet she fucks as good as she sucks,” The first said.



“I… I’m sure she does…” the other replied.



Feeling increasingly aroused by the compliments they were paying her, Dee began alternating her attention between the two satisfyingly large cocks that were being enthusiastically offered to her. Sucking one then licking the other, moving back and forth, enjoying their moans of pleasure almost as much as the feeling of their cocks between her lips. As she feasted Dee was surprised by the fact that she could feel her pussy getting wetter as anticipation of what would come next continued to mount.



Dee came to a decision. She turned her attention back to the first of the two cocks and began to suck on it in earnest. As her lips travelled up and down the object of her desire she felt a pair of hands slide up her thighs. She sensed, rather than felt the second man take position behind her. Her anticipation climbed still higher, adding to the sensations she was felt as she continued to suck and lick at the cock before her.



With her lips wrapped tightly around the cock in her mouth, Dee braced herself for what was about to come. The seconds ticked by with almost agonising slowness as she waited, a desperate longing to taken hard growing in her with every heartbeat, every breath, every twitch and throb of the cock she was sucking on.



Suddenly she felt the second man’s cock push against the lips of her soaking pussy. The cock slid into her without resistance and she found herself filled at both ends.



“Oh fuck, her pussy is good,” he moaned as he pressed into her, quickly finding his rhythm, “Just wait until you’ve got your cock in here”



He increased his pace and soon Dee could feel his cock slamming into her with all its force. Each thrust of his cock forced her to take the one in her mouth even more deeply into her throat. Savouring the sensations, Dee moved her hips to match his rhythm in such a way as to maximise the sensations at both ends of her body. Back, and her pussy was filled to the brim, stretching to accommodate the cock that was deep inside her. Forward, and the first cock filled her mouth once more



Both men continued to fuck her. Dee could feel her pussy trembling around the thick cock that filled it. She reached back to stroke her clit and it throbbed beneath her fingers.



Once again, she felt her orgasm explode within her. Dee’s pussy gripped the cock inside it tightly; she sucked even harder on the cock that was filling her mouth. She wanted to cry out, to give voice to her pleasure but she couldn’t force any sound out from around the thick cock between her lips.



With some unspoken agreement both men decided to change places. Dee let herself be lifted from the floor, on to her bed as the first man, who had until moments ago been fucking her face lay down next to her. “Climb on top of me,” he commanded. Still trembling from the intensity of her climax, Dee slowly lowered herself onto his lap. Then using one hand to hold his erect member in position, she deftly guided it into her. The feeling of his cock filling her sent her over the edge again.



“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” her lover asked as she impaled herself on his cock.



“Oh fuck yes!!” Dee moaned, “I’m loving every fucking second!”



He raised his hands to her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples as Dee began to move up and down, clenching the walls of her pussy around him.



As he fucked her from below, he began to suck on her nipples again. The feeling of his lips and tongue against them sent feelings like electric shocks coursing through her body.



The second guy presented his cock and Dee greedily began to suck on it. The taste of her juices coating his thick cock combined with the sensations in her clit and her pussy sent her over the edge and she came again with a giant shudder. So intense were her feelings that she would have screamed were it not, once again for the fat, juicy cock between her lips.



Dee allowed herself to come down and slowly found her rhythm again. She was being lifted and lowered onto the cock below her with such force that her pussy was beginning to feel raw.



Dee’s pussy and mouth were allowed a brief moment of respite as she found herself being positioned on all fours. The men changed position again. The cock which, moments before, she had been impaling herself on was now being thrust between her lips. Dee savoured the taste of her juices on its length as it was forced roughly into her mouth. She felt strong hands gripping her hips, the head of the other cock pressing against her enflamed lower lips. Dee pushed her hips back to receive it, taking it deep inside her. With both her pussy and mouth stuffed full once more, she gave herself over to them, surrendering herself to their wants.



As one cock hammered her increasingly tender pussy, Dee sucked and licked the cock that was in front of her with increasing abandon. Every deep thrust of the cock in her pussy forced more of the other thick cock into her mouth.



The pounding of her pussy continued; her jaw was beginning to ache. Dee didn’t mind; every nerve in her body was on fire as she endured the merciless assault of the two cocks.



Suddenly the man pulled out and for a moment she felt a great sense of emptiness inside her where his cock had been. Moments later she felt the head of his cock being pressed firmly against her other entrance. Dee let the other cock slip from her mouth. “Ohhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh, mmmmmm…” she moaned as her arsehole yielded to the pressure



Slowly, inch by delicious inch she felt the first cock invade her arse. Dee slid her hips back to meet his thrust and soon he was moving his cock inside her again. After a few stokes he pulled out again. The other man lay on his back on the bed and motioned Dee to climb on to him. She did so, and wasted no time guiding his cock into her pussy. She could hardly suppress the thrill of knowing what was about to happen as she slid down his length and then began to ride his thick cock.



Once again, Dee felt the other cock press against her arsehole. She paused briefly, allowing him to enter her. When it was in Dee delighted at the sensations of having both holes filled at once. As she accustomed herself to the new sensations, her only regret was that there wasn’t a third cock for her to suck as her two lovers thrust deeply inside her.



With their cocks now buried deep in her pussy and back passage, Dee was final free to give voice to her pleasure. “Oh fuck that’s sooooo good,” she moaned, “Fuck my pussy! Fuck my arse! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!”



Feeling herself sandwiched between them she felt the pressure in her clit rise again. They were both thrusting into her as hard as they could and she was enjoying every second. Savouring the double intrusion, Dee, moaned her encouragement, letting both men know how much she was enjoying their attentions.



From their breathing she knew that soon they wouldn’t last much longer. She ground her hips down and pushed back at the same time, drawing the two cocks as deep into her pussy and her arse as she could. She came again. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ooooh yesssss! Yessssss! Mmmmmm YESSSSSSSSSS!!” she cried, this time being able to give vent to the screaming release that had been denied her on the previous occasions.



As if her screaming was the signal the men had been waiting for, the delicious abuse of her holes suddenly stopped. The first man slowly pulled his cock from her back passage. Still shaking, Dee felt herself being lifted off the other cock. Still gripped in the throes of her climax, she was allowed to lie back on the bed as the two men took up positions on either side, pointed their cocks at her and began to wank them furiously.



Dee couldn’t tell which of her lovers came first, but she didn’t care. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” she purred contentedly as the first cock erupted, sending spurts of hot, sticky cum over her face and neck. It was still spewing its load over her when she, heard a low moan from her left then felt the second load hit her, covering her breasts with its warm stickiness.



Dee lay there for a moment then began to rub the cum into her skin. As her sticky fingers made contact with her nipples the dirtiness of the situation overwhelmed her and she allowed herself a final small climax.



With small but intense tremors gripping her body, she continued to massage her breasts, relishing the feeling as she spread the sticky load all over them. She licked her fingers clean then turned to the two cocks that were now diminishing. She gently licked each one clean, savouring the mixed taste of cum and her own juices. Once that task had been completed, she greedily licked her lips, wiped her face and licked the last traces of cum from her fingers.



Lying there, tired, tender but extremely satisfied on her bed, Dee was scarcely aware of the men as they quickly dressed and left her room. She wondered if she could be bothered with the effort of getting herself cleaned up and going back downstairs to the bar again. Feeling warm and surprisingly comfortable despite her various aches, she decided not to bother.



Later, having finally summoned up the last reserves of energy to shower and get ready for bed, Dee’s last thought as she turned off the light was the realisation that she hadn’t found out her lovers’ names.

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?



This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap.



This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap. Also, a special shout out to the big Kelly Kelly fan who helped me write this.








It was late on Sunday, the 3rd of April. People were rushing around the backstage area of the WWE, preparing for the biggest show in the year. However, not everyone was involved. By the catering table, Ryder and Barretta were busy drinking and eating from the table.



“Man, this is bull shit. We both know we should be on the card!” Zach sighed heavily, running his hands through his blond hair and sighing again.



Shortly after leaving the divas changing room to wish Trish Stratus and Snooki luck was Kelly Kelly. The young blonde diva was dressed in a very short black dress, strapless and snug against her body. Her long tanned legs on display, along with her feet being in a pair of high heels. Her hair was left straight and down over her shoulders as she walks spots the handsome duo.



“Boys.” She addresses them with a smile before getting a drink.



Leaning over on his left leg, Barretta grinned and elbowed Zach in his ribs. “Hey Kelly, how’s it going?”



“You know.. Wishing I had something better to do tonight.” She flashed a smile over in Trent’s direction before glancing over both the men.



“Yeah, I know the feeling” Ryder said with a smile, they were decked in very smart clothing, Ryder was wearing a white over shirt that was unbuttoned to his mid riff. He was also wearing denim jeans that covered his legs, Barretta was wearing something similar only he had on a WWE merch top as opposed to the white shirt.



“Hey, are you up to anything now?” Barretta asked, giving Zach a knowing glance.



Kelly’s blue eyes couldn’t resist looking at Ryder’s exposed chest, licking over her bright pink glossed lips before shaking her head.



“I don’t have anything to do until waaay later tonight when the girls are done. Why?” She asked.



Trent grinned and took a quick swig of water. “Well, me and my main man Zach were going to head back and crack open some booze. You know how bad it is around here! We wanted some company right Zach?”



The blond nodded his head. “Sure! Beats having to look at this guy for longer!” He said with a playful punch on his partner’s shoulder



“Aw, are you sure? I don’t want to be a third wheel.” She grins, poking fun at the boys before brushing her soft blonde hair off her shoulders and shrugging.



“Only for a little bit, alright? I have to be back here before the show ends, boys.”



Smiling, Ryder hooked his arm around Kelly’s shoulder and tugged her in towards the two tag partners. “C’mon Kelly. It’ll be fine. We’ll look after you right Trent?”



“Right on! We’ll crack open some booze and watch the matches. We’ll have you back before you know it!”



“Perfect.” Kelly grinned up at Ryder before glancing at his pal. With the largest smile, she followed the two to their car, not sure what to expect entirely.



The drive over was uneventful, the hotel itself was close to the event. Stepping out, the three made their way up to the hotel room. Ryder flipped the TV on and sat down on the bed, patting next to him for Kelly Kelly to sit down. Trent had fished out three plastic cups and have pulled out a bottle of whiskey.



“Ready to drink Kelly?” He asked, pouring her a cup full of the liquid.



“I am.” She giggled, sitting beside Ryder with her long leg crossed over the other. She leaned back with her arm supporting her, smiling widely.



“That’s cool.” Trent poured himself and Zach a cup as well, significantly less was in the cups, they were hoping to get Kelly as drunk as possible while they could still perform. As if by accident, Ryder rearranged himself so that his hand was on top of hers, squeezing it, he then looked down and smiled, apologizing at his action.



“Oh my god, Zaaaack.” Kelly whined, looking at the drink spilling onto her dress. “This is all I have.” Kelly pouted some-what, standing up and trying to brush down her dress, before rolling it up slightly, making her black thong visible to the boys.



“Oh Jesus! I’m sorry Kelly!” Zach said with a horrible fake apologizing voice. “You’re such an idiot Ryder. Here, Kelly take my top.” Trent took his shirt off, revealing his entire mid section for Kelly to see. All the time, Ryder was looking over her luscious body, ready to pounce on her at any time.



Kelly bit down on her lip, glancing over at Trent, her eyes looking at that irresistible strong body. She peeled off her dress, bending over in front of Ryder, her cute tight ass before his face in her thong. Her top was just a strapless black bra top, and quickly slipped the t-shirt on top. “I’m so embarrassed.” She giggled.



“Don’t be! We’ve all spille drinks on ourselves before! Granted, we’re not as hot as you.” Trent said with a smile, hugging her tightly. “That’s it for me. No more booze.” Ryder declared as the show came on.



“Huh. Lightweight.” Barretta said with a smirk.



“Fuck you pal. I can out last you if I wanted to.” “Just not tonight?” Trent said, antagonizing his partner just enough.



“Trust me, Trent. You’re very hot.” Kelly grinned, as she slid her hands over his body before looking over her shoulder at Ryder, grinning as the two argue.



“Boys, boys.. I bet you’ve both got more than enough stamina. I see you two getting sweaty in the ring all the time.”



Crooking an eyebrow, Trent looked at the hot blonde. “You see us getting sweaty? Do you like it?” Zach stood up and walked over to the two other people in his room.



“Oh, I love it. You two look so sexy.” She smiled. “Seeing you both glowing in sweat has my mind wandering to other places.” The smile was from ear to ear, as she slowly started sliding the t-shirt back off of herself.



“I see…” Zach said with a smile, standing behind the blonde, he hugged her against his mid section as she undressed herself. He put his hands on her bottoms and started to fiddle with removing her underwear. Trent appeared at her front and took her cute face in his hands, kissing the beautiful blonde.



Kelly pushed her backside against Zack’s crotch, grinding it very slowly. She placed her hands onto Trent’s chest, sliding it slowly down to his strong abs before unbuckling his belt. She kissed at him slowly, before starting to push her tongue into his mouth.



Trent groaned and opened his mouth, her tongue was a lot smaller than his and easier to catch. His tongue hugged hers tightly and sucked on it, he kicked his pants off as he started to unclasp her bra. Zach in the mean time had slid his hand inside her panties and was rubbing his fingers against her now wet crotch.



Kelly left Trent in his briefs as she wrestled with his tongue, flicking it back and forth while pressing up against him. As she felt Zack’s hand sliding into her thong, she spread her legs and moaned louder into Trent’s mouth. She pushed back against Zack, letting him feel just how wet she was.



Rubbing his fingers against her crotch, Zach slid his fingers inside her hot pussy. Feeling how wet she was, he smiled and shook his head slowly. Rubbing from the bottom of her lips to the top, Zach slowly started to pump his index finger inside her making a crooked motion, stroking her insides torturously.



“Oooh Zack..” Kelly whined into Trent’s mouth, as she shamelessly dripped past his fingers. She kept pushing back, making her tight ass hit his crotch over and over in a teasing manner. “He’s making me so wet Trent.. he’s teasing me.”



Zach smirked to himself at her whorish behavior. Holding her still with his hand, Zach started to pump his index and now middle finger inside her, making slow, deep thrusts with his digits. As he pumped his fingers inside her, his thumb drifted up to her clit and he slowly stroked her hard love nub.



Kelly rested her head on Trent’s chest, looking back at Zack’s sexy smirk as he toyed with her. She grinded against his fingers, practically begging for a finger-fucking from the stud. “Zaaaaack, just fuck it, please.”



Zach nodded and started to increase his pace, sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt. He fucked her with his fingers, her wetness sliding over him. Trent took her head and moved her down to his crotch that was hiding his material covered eight inch cock.



Kelly was moaning shamelessly as Zack thrust in and out of her wetness, dripping down her inner thighs. She kissed down Trent’s abs, only to come to his bulge. Her hands gripped his hot ass as she kissed the tip, before sucking on it through the material.



“That’s it Kelly. Lick that dick.” Trent groaned as he looked over at his partner in crime, Zach Ryder who was fingering the blonde like she was some common tramp.



Kelly licked the thick long dick through the briefs as she kissed over it, grinning. She pushed back against Zack before pulling back.



“Mmm, both of you stand beside each other.. I want both dicks..”



Zach withdrew his fingers and unbuckled his pants, he was about to leave before he gave her pussy a quick lick. Undressing, Zach stood next to his partner who was now undressed as well, Ryder’s dick was longer but Barretta’s was thicker.



Kelly stroked both perfect cocks as she was on her knees, slapping the heads on her tongue with a grin.



“Mmm both of you look so hot..” Kelly then took a hit of whiskey before taking both the dicks into her mouth, just the tips.



“We look hot. You look hot!” Trent said with a grin, brushing her blonde hair back. Ryder elbowed his partner in the ribs and smiled.



“Shit bro, we’re so lucky!”



Kelly bobbed her head slowly, taking the heads and a little bit more into her mouth, slurping up both dicks at the same time. With a grin, her hands cups the boys’ balls, before her middle finger slips past and against their assholes.



Almost comically, Trent’s spine straightened as he jumped from the touch. Ryder however remained on his feet, even after the sudden intrusion.



“Shit dude! How can you stay still!”



“You wouldn’t believe the things Edge made us do.” Ryder said with a smirk. Referring to his time with the Rated R Superstar.



Kelly loved the response she got, rubbing her finger quickly against Ryder’s asshole much faster, moving it in circles while going lightly on Trent. She kept slurping up both dicks, blushing deeply at Ryder’s comment, finding it rather sexy.



“That’s right Kelly. I’ve taken it up the ass. Can I give it to you?” Ryder asked, entirely serious. Edge was a pervert, but he also taught Ryder to make sure he would get what he wanted and he wanted Kelly’s ass.



Kelly was blushing extremely deeply, as she pulled back from both dicks, slapping them on her lip. She gave Ryder’s firm ass a spank as she nodded slowly, imagining perverted things in her mind.



“Shit… I need to get fucked in the ass by someone if that’s how you get treated.” Trent sighed, Ryder eyed him suspiciously but found he was probably telling the truth. He wondered if Kelly was going to produce a strap-on and make good on that call.



“Y’know Kelly, after fingering that pussy I think Trent needs it. How about you ride him while sucking me off?” He suggested.



Kelly was blushing as she heard the kinky males speaking. She bit down on her lip as she nodded, waiting for the men to get into position. “Perfect.”



“Perfect!” Trent said with a grin, lying down on the bed, he took Kelly by the hand and guided her over his lap.



Kelly placed her hands on Trent’s chest, slowly sitting down on his thick cock, feeling it sink into her tight hole. “Fuck..” She slowly started bouncing on his dick.



“Yeah, you are.” Ryder said with a smirk, opting not to get involved straight away, he poured himself another cup of whiskey and watched the two go at it. Trent’s hands rested on her thighs but then moved up to her large tits, playing with them as she started to bounce up and down.



Kelly lifted her ass up and down, hitting her ass cheeks against his strong thighs as she licked her lips. Her hands rested on Trent’s perfect abs as she glanced over at Ryder, with her mouth open, wanting a taste of whiskey.



“I think she’s thirsty.” Ryder said with a grin, he stood up and filled the cup. Walking over to her, he lifted the cup high above her and tipped the plastic beverage holder over, the strong tasting liquid splashing against her.



Kelly felt it spilling onto her tongue and down her body as she grinned before moving down and kissing Trent, letting him have a taste. “Fuck that’s good..”



Trent didn’t care, he was too busy concentrating on not blowing his load. He kissed her right back and smiled as she went to work on his shaft. He felt the bed’s weight shift and Ryder had climbed on the bed. He was standing by Trent’s hips and was waggling his dick in Kelly’s face.



Kelly immediately sat up and continued bouncing on Trent’s fat cock before swallowing Ryder’s long dick. She held onto his ass, always finding it hot as she dug her nails into his firm ass while swallowing.



“Oh… Oh shit… She can suck cock!” Ryder exclaimed, ignoring the pain of her finger nails digging into his skin. “Yeah… Ugh… Ugh… She can ride dick too!” Trent exclaimed as her wetness dripped all over his thighs.



Kelly deep-throated the meaty dick over and over, as she spanked and groped Ryder’s hot ass. She could hear her skin slapping against Trent and loved every second, her breasts bouncing with the spilled whiskey over top.



Trent sat up and started to suck the whiskey away from her tits as she bounced feverishly. Ryder took hold of Kelly’s hair and held her still. Then, he started to slide his dick in and out of her lips, fucking her face with little regard for her need to breath.



Kelly moaned out softly, watching Trent work before she felt Ryder hold onto her. She gagged loudly on his long dick, feeling his balls slapping her chin as she dug her nails into his ass roughly. She pushed her middle finger into his asshole.



“Yeah, finger my ass hole bitch.” Ryder spat out, he wasn’t being hateful, just passionate. With a few more strokes inside her mouth, he pulled out, a long strand of spit following his dick.



“Can I fuck your ass now?” He asked, looking down at Kelly.



Kelly loved how aggressive Ryder was getting as she pulled back, gasping for air with a grin. She licked her lips as she nodded. “Only if you make sure I’m sore..”



“You won’t be able to walk for a week.” He said with a grin. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, he put his hands on her shoulders and slid his member as far in as he could get it.



Kelly leaned up against Trent as she felt the long dick slipping into her tiny puckered hole. She swayed, unable to stay still as it was a tight fit.



“Shit! This bitch is tight!” Ryder said with a smirk, smacking her ass lightly. “How’s her pussy bro?” He asked, watching as Kelly shut her eyes tightly.



Kelly rested her head on Trent, as she was dripping wet, feeling two large dicks in her. She grit her teeth, breathing heavily. “mmm fuck.. Pound me.. I love it.”



“Her pussy was designed for fucking dude. It’s so tight!” Trent said with a grin, holding Kelly in place on his chest as he lifted his hips to fuck her deeper.



Kelly bounced on the large dick, feeling it go in and out of her dripping cunt as she grinned. “Mmm, the more the merrier.”



Sighing heavily, Trent and Zach were working in tandem, fucking each of her holes in an alternating pattern. They both looked at each other and realized that they were going to cum soon. “Kelly, can we cum on your face?” Trent asked as the blonde looked at them.



“Mmm, I have been getting thirsty.” She grinned, as she waited for them to pull out. Once they did, she got onto her knees before them with her lips pressed together.



“Shit, she’s good.” Trent said, they pulled out and helped Kelly onto her knees. The two studs took their shafts in their hands and started to jerk rapidly.



Kelly felt the rush of sticky warm cum shooting onto her face and into her mouth. With her eyes closed, she felt the amount of cum into her mouth and face, grinning. “Mm, perfect.”

I have to admit, even as a married woman I absolutely LOVE going to our local gay/drag bar. Yes, being surrounded by women that are gay and bisexual is thrilling, but I will also admit that I find the “girls” in drag extremely exciting.



When I first went to the bar to watch the drag show I was amazed that lots of the “girls” looked better than I did.



In particular, there was a “girl” in an evening gown, long blonde wig, and surprisingly feminine features. I tipped her and while “she” sang she leaned forward, showing me that the cleavage I was looking at was just a trick of make-up and boning on the dress. However, I was surprised to look down the dress at one single pierced nipple sporting a small silver ring.



I do not know why, but that moment has always stuck in my head as extremely erotic!



That moment has evolved within my mind to a fantasy, as most erotic moments often do. I fantasize about buying her a drink and having the bar tender take it to her, him motioning in my direction and her lifting the glass to me with a sultry smile.



I wish to myself that I would have had the nerve to really talk to her that night, discover who she was, her sexual orientation, if dressing in drag was just fun or actually pleasurable. I know in actuality it would be different, but in my fantasies it plays out something like this!



Her show set is done and as we sit and talk, kicking back a couple drinks, relaxing a bit more than we should with the help of alcohol. I am pleasantly surprised to find that she is bisexual and her name, Ashley, is just as gender neutral as she is. She is single and doing the shows is fun for her, but she primarily lives her life as a man doing retail sales at a local cell phone store. I share that I am also bisexual, but married, a mother and about my life in general.



Our conversation is easy going and comfortable and there is a mutual attraction as friends and also a slight bit of sexual tension between us. The hour grows late and we exchange cell numbers and head our separate ways for the evening.



The next day Ashley texts my cell asking how I am, while I reply my husband inquires about who it is and I reply,



“Ashley. We met at the club last night?”



He tips me a look and says, “Gay or Bi?”



“Bi.”



I reply back, purposely not mentioning that Ashley is actually a male in drag and letting my husband create his own fantasies.



Over the next few weeks Ashley and I text and talk often and get even closer. Together we plot getting together and share fantasies, confess secrets, and become good friends.



Knowing that my husband is assuming Ashley is a girl, I am not at all hesitant in asking if our kids can go spend the night with grandma and if Ashley can come over to hang out with us. As I expected, he is eager to oblige.



The night that Ashley is supposed to come over I am eager and tense. I have absolutely no clue how to dress, what to say, or whether she will be coming casual as a man, or dressed as a woman.



I don’t want to seem desperate and don’t want to go to the extreme of wearing a dress when we are just sitting at home, but I also don’t want to look scrubby! Finally in a fit of exasperation I throw on a pair of black jean shorts and a simple pink fitted tee-shirt, although I am sure to pair it with some cute silky thong panties and bra…just in case!



The doorbell rings and I have to restrain myself from leaping to the door. Upon pulling the door open I find that Ashley has indeed, come dressed as woman as I had hoped. She is wearing a shoulder length wavy strawberry blonde wig, her blue eyes are very bright in comparison, and her make-up is done light and natural.



It appears she has struggled with some of the same issues as me and has arrived in hip-hugging jeans and a red fitted tee-shirt. She has on a small padded bra, giving her the impression of a tall, yet thin and small breasted woman.



I tell her hello and give her a hug, introducing her to my husband. My husband smiles and tells her hello, but I am not stupid. I caught the look in his eyes and him checking out her ass as she puts her purse next to the love seat adjacent from us before she sits down. I am always aroused when I notice my husband checking out another girl, but I am even more aroused at the fact that he is technically checking out a GUY.



We are having fun, a nice laid back time, watching stand-up comedians on TV, sharing funny stories, and popping back a few drinks. I am keeping mine limited, because I do not want to get drunk. Although I did decide to make some jello shots for the occasion!



I announce that I am going to get some jello shots and ask who wants one, and we all agree we do. On my way passed Ashley to get them, she reaches out and smacks my ass, giving me a grin and making eye contact letting me know that she is planning on more.



Coming back from the kitchen, jello shots in hand, I decide to start getting things rolling on my own and have a seat next to Ashley on the love seat instead of back on the couch with my husband. We down our jello shots, daring each other and seeing who can swallow theirs the fastest and easiest.



She shots are taking effect; my head is starting to cloud, when I feel a hand on my knee. I look over at Ashley and she is slyly watching TV and rubbing her hand from my knee up my thigh and back down again, a slight smile on her face.



I look to my husband, who has obviously noticed, and he smiles at me and nods.



I move my hand to Ashley’s arm and start running my fingers up and down while she continues to rub my leg. My husband is watching and my lady parts are really starting to heat up.



Ashley moves toward me, sweeps my hair back and begins kissing my neck. I feel my breath suck in, and grab for her waist to pull her closer to me.



She drops to the floor and kneels between my parted legs, again running her hands up my thighs before sliding them up my shirt and cupping my breasts. She gives them a quick squeeze and then, much to my amazement, pulls her hands out of my shirt and stands up.



For a moment I am flabbergasted. I watch her stand up and think to myself that my mommy body must have turned her off. But she tips a wink at me, turns, and drops back to her knees in front of my husband. She begins to run her hands up his thighs up just like she did to me, paying special attention to a certain swelling that has recently started in my husband’s pants!



I curl my legs up under me and start to watch Ashley play with my husband. The voyeur that I am, I am relishing this immensely. My husband’s eyes are closed, his head leaned back, and he is enjoying Ashley fondling him.



She presses a hand on either side of my husband’s pants fly, bites the fabric between her teeth and pulls. There is a loud pop as they come unbuttoned, and she skillfully clenches the metal between her teeth and pulls the zipper down.



I notice her reach between her legs and back toward her ass and know that she must be uncomfortable trapped in those tiny jeans.



I unleash one leg from under me, open it wide and let it trail to the floor. I drop my hand between my parted legs and enjoy the heat. I will admit that there are times that I have major penis envy; however, I love the fact that I am the only one that really has a pussy in this situation!



Ashley releases my husband’s cock from his pants and slowly moves her hands up it. She turns and looks at me, making eye contact and giving me a quick wink before sinking her mouth over it. My husband sighs and reaches up to grab her hair, but she quickly grabs his wrists and presses them down.



It’s not often that hubs and I have group situations where he is being paid a lot of attention, so I am really glad to see how much is being given to him. I move to the floor so I can get a closer view, stealing a quick grab between Ashley’s thighs and feeling something not very feminine growing down there!



I grab a seat next to my husband so I can watch Ashley give him head from a better point of view. My god, she looks beautiful down there, just sucking away. She grabs onto the sides of my husband’s pants, he leans up and she drags them down, leaving my husband naked from the waist down.



He isn’t near orgasm yet, but his balls are tightening, showing me orgasm is approaching. However, Ashley can tell what is going on and she turns her focus to me.



“Are you going to take those off?”



she asks in her husky voice, motioning toward my own shorts.



A moment of tension and panic sets in for a second, as it always does when I have to expose my cootchi with my giant thick labia. I have yet to have sex with a girl built like me in the lower region, and I think that MOST people have not been with a girl like me, therefore I get nervous about it and how people will handle my appearance or if they would be able even figure out how to START pleasuring me.



I stand up, slowly unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them down my thighs. I let them fall to my feet, kick them off and start to sit down again.



“Huh-uh.” Ashley says, “panties too.”



I stand motionless for a moment. Not sure what to do. But I note that while she looks at me she has slowed down playing with my husband’s cock and that simply will not do. So I slid my little lacey panties down too and stand for moment, naked from the waist down, not sure what comes next.



Ashley grabs my hand and pulls me over, stands me in front of my husband so he is looking at my ass and presses her hands between my legs and forces them open.



She must have seen the look of panic on my face, because she gives my puffed up pussy a kiss, looks at me and says,



“Don’t worry, baby. I promise I will be nice.”



At which point she pushes me back, landing my ass on my husband’s stomach. She drops back to sucking on my husband again, and from this point of view it’s almost like I have a penis of my own she is sucking on. I can see her staring at my pussy folds as she slurps on him and I’m really just not sure what to do!



I sit for a few minutes watching her slurp away, and then reach down and slide my fingers across my bulging labia. She lets me open my lips up for her, but as soon as I run my fingers up to my clit she smacks my hands away.



She moves up from my husband’s dick and kisses my cunt. Licking her way up and down my lips while stroking at my husband’s spit covered pole. Finally she settles herself at my clit and licks lightly. Just enough for me to breathe deep and open my legs a little more.



She surprises both my husband and I by gripping his member, and pressing it to my opening. Hub’s has been played with for quite a while now, and he is eager to press himself into my pussy.



He goes to work, lifting his hips up and down, I am on my tip-toes with my legs apart, and Ashley eagerly leans down and moves back and forth between sucking on my clit and licking at my husband’s sack.



I relax and try to enjoy her tongue. My head buzzing from the jello shots, my husband panting behind me. But he gets my pussy all the time. I know he wants something more, and Ashley knows it too.



I rise from my husband and Ashley and I begin to kiss. She peels her own shirt off over her head and I see that she has used her clever use of make-up to create cleavage again as well and using the padded bra. She peels my shirt off over my head and quickly undoes my bra. I’m now the only one nude. I look around, feeling embarrassed and excited at the same time.



My husband is watching us and slowly stroking at himself, knowing that he has neared orgasm a couple times, but he isn’t ready to blow his load yet. I can tell by the way that he is looking at Ashley that he is hoping she will be the one to produce it for him.



She lays me back on the floor, her ass in the air facing my husband, and goes back to sucking at my clit. Holy lord she is good at it! I have only ever had my husband and my old female room-mate bring me to orgasm orally, but Ashley is well on her way!



I watch my husband carefully through slitted eyes, admiring Ashley’s ass, tugging at his cock. He eagerly leans toward Ashley, reaching around and unzipping her fly and pulling her jeans down her thighs.



I see that Ashley is wearing a thong, which drives my husband crazy, and she quickly reaches down and grabs her penis, pulling it forward and squeezing her thighs together, leaving my husband to look at a smooth and very feminine ass.



Ashley leans up from my pussy, looking me deep in the eyes. I look down and see her cock peeking out from the top of the thong. I can’t believe that I am laying here doing this. One of my biggest fantasies come true!



But an unspoken question passes between our gaze.



“How is your husband going to react?” her eyes say to me.



“I don’t know.” My eyes say back.



My husband spreads apart Ashley’s ass cheeks and begins flicking his tongue at her asshole. She sighs and I see her penis twitch. I am dying to reach down and stroke it in my hands, but I don’t want to give it away to my husband just yet what is really going on.



I wriggle out from under Ashley and move to sit next to my husband so I can roll his penis around in my hands while he eats Ashley’s ass. Ashley presses herself down on her forearms, letting her hairless ass cheeks open farther, but being sure that she keeps her thighs pressed tightly together.



I can tell the moment of truth is quickly approaching. We won’t be able to keep this a secret much longer.



“Do you want me?” Ashley breaths to my husband.



“Uh-huh.” He says back while still licking at her ass.



“Even if I’m built a little different?” She asks between gasps as my husband licks away.



“I don’t care.”



He pulls his mouth away from her ass and begins massaging her cheeks.



“My wife worries all the time about how she is built different, and it has never bothered me any.”



With that, Ashley rolls over. My husband is so eager that he grips her panties and pulls them down, not noticing the bulge in them until after they are off. He stops pulling them off halfway down her thighs, staring at the small erect penis in front of him.



Ashley’s penis isn’t even close in size to my husband’s. She is about 5 inches and thinner than him. However, a cock is a cock, even if it is attached to a very hot “woman”.



Ashley looks at me with a little bit of fear. My husband is a very large man at 6’2 and 250. If he gets angry, he could really hurt her. I look to my husband and he looks back to me in shock.



“What?” he asks in disbelief.



“Please?” I say softly, meaning so many things with that little word.



He looks back at the penis in front of him, pulls the panties off the rest of the way and stops for a second. I can see that Ashley’s penis is starting to wilt and she begins to stand up, seeing that the night is likely done and my hubs is just not having this, no matter how feminine she looks.



She rises to her feet and begins to turn away, her penis only half erect and hanging.



“Wait,” my husband says, grabbing her hips.



He turns her back toward him, him sitting on the floor, her standing with her penis only a foot away from his face.



He looks back to me, looks up at her, looks over her body, and then surprises us all by taking her shrunken penis into his mouth.



My jaw drops. My pussy tightens. Ashley’s ass clenches and her head leans back. I watch in utter amazement as my husband gulps her penis deep into his mouth and begins to suck. I can see that Ashley’s erection is quickly returning and my already wet pussy is becoming even wetter.



My husband sucks, gulps, and pulls his mouth across Ashley’s shaft and I can see Ashley’s small balls tightening with pleasure.



“Slow down there big boy,” She says calmly, “Do you want to fuck me?”



I can see a million questions racing through my husband’s mind. He looks back to me again while I’m spread out, gently fingering at my twat, and then grips Ashley’s ass and growls,



“Yes.”



Ashley quickly drops to the floor, gets on her hands and knees and sticks her ass out for my husband. I want a close up view of this! I leap down to the floor with them, land some wet sloppy kisses across Ashley’s ass, and then make sure I give my husband a few deep, wet sucks to get his cock fully hard and nicely lubed up.



He leans forward and presses himself against Ashley’s hole, rubbing his cock head against it a little bit before starting to press. I watch my husband slowly sink his shaft in and feel my pussy positively throb.



I watch my husband pick up the pace, grunting and clinging to Ashley’s ass. I can see Ashley’s hard penis wavering underneath her and lick my lips, falling to the ground and I shimmy myself under her and take it into my mouth.



I’m lying on my back, cock in mouth, looking up at my husband sliding himself in and out of Ashley’s ass when I feel a warm wet tongue caress my clit. I look down and see Ashley, licking at me when she can between strokes, her face pinched with pleasure.



I reach down and begin to play with myself while I suck and watch my husband pump away. I don’t want Ashley thinking about me. I want her to focus on her own pleasure right now.



I pump a couple fingers in to get them good and wet before rubbing furiously at my hardened pearl. It is hard, swollen and very eager to be played with. It’s almost like I am sporting a small penis of my own!



I take my hood and peel it forward and back over my clit, feeling the familiar burn in my thighs and tightening in my pussy of my orgasm nearing. I can see my husband’s tight balls and can feel Ashley twitching in my mouth. The only question is going to be who will cum first.



I feel Ashley harden even more in my mouth and know that it is going to be her and take a certain pride and pleasure in how much she is enjoying herself. I can feel her hot breath against my pussy lips, panting as she nears orgasm, suddenly she nearly falls, letting out a very feminine scream and she releases a hot load across my awaiting tongue.



The pulsing in her ass must have been intense; because I see my husband’s balls practically disappear into him and he loudly grunts as he shoots his own hot load into her ass.



I’m the only one left. I press my fingers into my snatch once again, giving a few quick, hard, pulls at my g-spot, getting my fingers really good and wet before going to work massaging my clit again.



The orgasm washes over me, very suddenly, and extremely intense. It seems that every pulse is an orgasm all of its own. I let myself scream and let my body contract and wriggle across the living room floor.



I finish, panting and looking up at my husband and Ashley, both of them sitting with their now soft penises lying against their thighs and grin sheepishly up at them.



“You two are too yummy.” Ashley says, gathering up her clothes and getting dressed.



“I hope you will let me come over again sometime?”



“Absolutely!” I call out, not even giving my husband a chance to answer.



He looks at me, showing that a million thoughts are racing through his head. But only one is going through mine. Will he let Ashley fuck HIM next time?

All through my life, I have always been told, how do you know unless you try? Until I began writing this story, I never thought about much about this say. However, this is an accurate description of our, Yvette’s and Brad’s sex life, and our sex life has always been exciting with a youthful willingness to explore our sexual boundaries. If you were to look at us now you would probably never guess that we have a healthy appetite for exploration. The experience I am about to retell involves a threesome that happened during the summer of ’96.



My wife, Yvette is eight years my junior. She is short around 5’1 with naturally curly shoulder length light auburn hair, green eyes and a curvaceous figure. Her breasts are 36B with a small nipple lie almost flat when not aroused but grows several time their size when aroused. While her skin is light similar to people of Irish, English, or Nordic descent. If you were to look at Yvette, your first guess would probably be mid-20 but the reality is she is closer to 40. She is almost eight years my junior and we met shortly after her graduating high school.



In contrast to her simple features, Yvette’s personality is quite complex. Probably the most interesting aspect of her personality is when you talk to her she comes across very progressive in her ideology but beyond her progressive mask her values regarding relationships are quite conservative. This comes about, I feel, because of her mother divorcing then remarrying in a short period when Yvette was young. For Yvette, I feel, this created a home with competing values. Also, I feel she was never was able to resolve the competing values and instead incorporated them into her overall personality.



An area where this dichotomy of competing values shows up is in her way of relating to people. Yvette is an outgoing individual who is quite confident. She is a patient and understanding individual who demonstrates a lot of tolerance for differing opinions. In contrast, in her personal life, she will listen to differing opinions but believes there are certain rules, regardless of how illogical or out of date they maybe, that must be followed. The conflict between adherence to rules and being tolerant of differing in opinion comes through when it comes to sex.



Yvette feels as though she must strictly adhere to society’s concept of femininity, being a wife, and being in a heterosexual relationship. While, there is another side of Yvette, a side that wants to push the limits of sexual exploration and become a sexually empowered woman. An example of this conflict, between pushing sexual boundaries and adhering to rules, continues to play today as she tries to find a balance between the two of them. For example, when we met, she already had a bisexual experience with another woman and she even participated in a two female threesome where she was the other woman who did not interact with the male. Oddly enough, I was the first guy she was ever with even though when it came to men she was quite flirtatious and remained flirtatious even after being married. However as time went on, she began shedding the need to push the boundaries in favor of adhering to standards society define but there are still times when the desire to push the boundaries comes through in her behavior. These internal struggles and opposing views makes Yvette a dynamic individual.



In comparison, I am quite taller than Yvette with darker hair, blue eyes, and my skin tone tends to be darker in complexion similar to Eastern European or Mediterranean in descent my experience included some two male threesomes, an open relationship, and being in a friend with benefit relationship before meeting Yvette. Unlike Yvette’s experiences, I have only had straight experiences. Also unlike Yvette who has competing views on life, I have always kept an even keel being open-minded while maintaining a consistent liberal outlook. However, as I get older I find when it comes to financial issues I am becoming more conservative but I still maintain a very liberal outlook on social issues. For me, I believe this comes about from my education and having a more stable family life as I grew up.



In our relationship, I tend to be the voice of reason while wanting to do more exploration that is sexual but not go into areas where I feel there is too much risk. Whereas, Yvette early in our relationship started out being sexually adventurous that resulted in us having a few two male threesomes. However, as the years passed she became more of the traditional American wife, developing issues with body image, not wanting sex as much, wanting a career, and preferring to spend time together instead of sex. Even with her becoming more traditional in her views, sex has always remained exciting and she still flirts with the idea of having another threesome.



So how did we get to the point of having a few threesomes in our relationship? As I reflect on them, I feel they were, for us as a couple, a bridge between married life and putting aside our youthful wild side. As individuals, I feel for Yvette, it was a confirmation that she was desirable and being able to put aside her past. For me, it was a chance to have a few more threesomes and allow Yvette the ability to explore this side of her sexuality.



At the time when most of our threesomes occurred we were like many couples just starting out, affording a mortgage was not possible so we chose to live in an apartment complex. The complex had several buildings, with a courtyard that had a pedestrian path, which led to a nearby park, and an outdoor community area. As a multi-unit housing complex, it nicely landscaped with large trees lining the border of the complex in order to give some privacy. Adding to its beauty it was located outside of the city that we work, which meant we had a long commute. However, its location and layout was perfect for helping us to unwind after work. Moreover, living in an apartment complex gave Yvette the opportunity for going on walks and in the summer occasionally lying out in the sun getting that perfect bronze tan.



The warm weather, that year, started earlier than usual, in mid-April, typically it did not start getting warm until lat May or early June. The early start to the warm weather gave Yvette an early start on her outdoor activities. On one of her walks, she met Jim, an older individual about 10 years older than Yvette and took an immediate interest in her. If my memory serves me correctly, Jim lived in a different building in a basement apartment. Jim is average height, with average build though he had some muscle definition especially in the upper-arms and chest and has short brown hair. Appearance wise he was a smoker whose face aged faster and usually has a days worth of beard growth. His clothes shows a bit of age and his jeans appear to be baggy on him giving him a bit more rough appearance. Normally this type of man could not get Yvette’s attention but there was something different about Jim. In contrast to Yvette and me, Jim was a bit cruder in his behavior than us. For Yvette, it provided a bit of a risk due to neighbors finding out, the attention from flirting is something she enjoyed, and made it a bit of an adventure for her.



Anyhow getting back to how Yvette’s meeting Jim led to a memorable sexual adventure, as spring became warmer the time she spent taking walks became longer. After noticing this, one day casually I asked her what was the reason and she began to tell me about Jim flirting with her. Probing a bit deeper I asker her, “Would you like to fuck him?”



To which she replied, ” no.” She said, “I enjoyed the attention and it makes me horny. But, nothing would come from it. I am a good girl and would not anything like that” After saying that she grabbed my wrist, without saying a word, she pulled my wrist towards her and then sliding it down her pants so that it touched her pussy. Normally her pussy does get moist when mildly aroused and it takes a bit of foreplay to get her really wet. This time it was so wet, when thinking about the experience, it reminds me of how wet she would get when should would talk about fucking other guys before she met me. She then smiled at me, blushing a bit, and said to me, “see.”



At this point, using my knowledge about our relationship, I knew this was a situation with potential but at the same time, it was fragile. This meant pushing the idea too much of her fucking Jim would destroy any possibility, regardless of how remote the possibility was but to increase the possibility, the idea needed nurturing. Nurturing meant, being supportive and encouraging it where possible while not appearing too eager. Also, this meant knowing when to ask about the flirting and when asking becomes too much. Essentially nurturing amounted to an art whereby instinct, listening, and it became vital by trying to put together the pieces of information to know how to proceed. For Yvette, it meant needing time to become comfortable with the idea and feeling secure with the idea before going through with it. Therefore, for the next few weeks, I kept quiet and letting her go about her daily walks.



About three weeks passed without me not saying anything. It was just after the Memorial Day weekend, at the end of May; Yvette started regularly tanning outside in the community area of the apartment wearing her size pink size 10 bikini with spaghetti straps that showed off her breasts. One day, I was outside on our deck grilling a 24 oz t-bone steak for me and grilling an 8 oz sirloin steak for Yvette. In the distance I could see Yvette lying face down on her beach towel but unlike the previous year, this time Yvette was tanning near Jim’s basement apartment window with the tie on her bikini top undone. Seeing her lying like with her string undone and lying in a different area intrigued me. The change in her behavior indicated to me this was a time to push the idea of her fucking Jim a bit further but stopping the conversation at the moment I hit resistance. When she finally came in, I mentioned what I had noticed. Oddly, mentioning what I had observed did not surprise her, as I thought it would, and her reply was a bit unexpected. She tells me, “Jim was still flirting with me through his window and he teasingly said I looked like a good fuck. I did not make much out of it.”



Again, I ask, “Would you like to fuck Jim?” I was expecting that she would give me her typical reply.



Instead, she said it, “It is tempting, quite tempting and I would love to feel another cock in me. But, I cannot go through with it. I mean it would be cheating and I could not deal with myself after it happened.” She continued, “How would we do it? I mean, everyone in the complex knows I am married and seeing me with him would look bad.” These statements told me that she was considering the idea at some level. However, the barrier seems to people finding out and she may have some issues about cheating. For me, to move it forward means supporting her is working and I need to give her some more time.



In order to help move it forward and attempting to address the relationship barrier I told her, “You know, it is not cheating if we agree to it, I am told beforehand, and provide you stick the boundaries we agree to then it is not cheating.”



“When you get married, you are not supposed to have sex with other people,” she said.



“I understand what you are saying and I love you no matter what you decide. However, I can tell the idea tempts you and I find it arousing. Maybe, we can find a compromise?”



She did not respond to the last statement and that told me she had hit, what I call information overload. By not responding to the last statement, it told me time to end that part of the conversation. The attention Jim was paying her was wearing her down and by not making a fuss over it seem to provide her with some more reassurance. During the next few weeks, our conversations revolved if she should go through with fucking Jim what would it mean for her. One conversation I recall her saying, “When I was out I was really tempted to say to Jim fuck me now but I held back because I did not how you would feel.”



“If you fucked him, I would not hold it against you because I know that is what you want and I would find it a turn on.”



She thought about it for a moment by not saying anything and she looked as though she was considering what I had made sense. “I know it would turn you on, me too but I could not go through with it. I wish that I could.” With the more recent conversations, Yvette went from telling me it was not going to happened to wanting to go to his apartment to fuck him but at the last moment deciding not to act on her impulses. A few moments later, she says to me, “You know, the attention Jim is giving me is quite a turn on. I love you but I enjoy the attention and want to know what is like to fuck him. If you know what I mean?”



“I know what you mean and it is something you want. Loving you and being married to you is different from just sex. Why is it wrong if you want to have one fling?” What Yvette was saying it was not our marriage was the issue but she feels she needs to fit in the role of wife thereby not giving in to her urge to have sex with someone else. After a few weeks of talking about it and having a few incidents where she was preparing to go through with it only at the last moment changing her decision, she finally decides that will approach Jim about her idea.



After approaching Jim about her idea, she talks about the conversation she had with him and if I remember correctly, the conversation went something like,



“You know Jim, I find you physically attractive and I am curious about what it would be like to be with you once,” she says.



“You are?”



“Yes, once. No one is to know about it and it is one time with no begging for more afterward.” Then she went on, “One more thing, before anything happens I need to be sure my husband is alright with it and nothing happens until he gives me the green light.”



“Okay, I can agree to it.”



To which Yvette said, “In the mean time, if I hear this becoming a part of the gossip around here or you push me for a decision from my husband then all bets are off.”



“Understood.”



However, after telling me about the conversation she admitted, “I am quite nervous and I want it to happen naturally. I do not want to plan it out and I want to create a situation where it can happen without a lot of discussion. The more I discuss it the less like I am to do it.” So, we came up with a plan that she would start flirting with him but this time let the flirting go further by letting the flirting to become quite sexual. The twist this time she would suggest they go to Jim’s apartment to see if he is man enough to go through with what he says or if he is all talk.



“The two things that I ask. One, before anything I happens I want some notification so I do not worry if you do not come back right way. Second is I want you to tell me what happened.”



“Do not worry, you will know when it is going to happen and I will tell you everything.”



After saying that, unless she changed her mind or Jim started talking about their plans to other people in the complex, I realized that it was going to happen. I can remember the day. It was early July just after July 4th and it was in the low 100s. The air conditioning was on, and it was one of those days if you exerted yourself outside you put yourself at risk. Before leaving she spent, allot of time preparing.



Normally she does not shave her pussy but this time she did. Told me, laughingly, “If I did not shave down there he would be gagging on a hair and it would be embarrassing to dial 911 if he started coughing uncontrollably.”



As I saw her getting ready I asked, “Are you enjoying all of this preparation?”



“In some ways I am and I finding it arousing. In other ways I find it a pain and I am glad I do not need to do this all of the time.”



Seeing her spending a lot of time getting ready for someone other than me made me feel conflicted. A part of me found it arousing whereby I become rock hard with my heart racing, breathing faster, my palms definitely sweaty and being unable to sit still. Also there was a part of me that was a bit uncomfortable worrying about her safety and what it would mean afterwards for us.



It was not much longer before she was ready. That day she wore left wearing her pink bikini, taking her beach towel, and sunscreen. She must have tied that bikini tighter then normal because the tracing of her erect nipples shows under her bikini top. To this day I remember her saying, “I am going out to lay in the sun and with any luck Jim will be doing his best to keep out of the sun.”



A few hours passed and I knew what it meant. My heart began racing, palms sweaty, and I began pacing. A part of me was very horny and I wanted to save it for when she cam back. Another part of me, was worrying like a mother with a lost child. I remained in this conflicted state for a few hours until I heard in the distant the sound of the car door closing in the parking lot and followed by a few seconds later of Yvette trying to quietly walk down the hall as she approached the apartment. Once I heard that all worry subsided and I started to become excited to hear what happened. When she finally came through the door, I sitting in a chair with the lights off and the television on , I remember Yvette’s asking very quietly, “Are you up?” before trying to sneak into the bedroom.



Responding to that question, I tell her, “Where you actually expecting that I would be asleep while you were out fucking Jim?”



Yvette’s tone in her reply tells me that she is joking when she said, “no.”



The next thing I remember is her standing there. The light in the apartment accented her 36B breasts to the point where they appeared perkier than usual. To this day, I do not remember her breasts being perkier than normal that night. Finally, I remember the light showing a few love marks on her neck and her face flushed from embarrassment. I suspect her embarrassment was due to the fact I was still up hearing her get in and I believe she wanted to crawl into bed thereby me not seeing the marks on her neck nor smelling a musky fishy smell that I sometimes associate with sex.



Since I was up, she decided she would tell me about what happen. “After leaving the apartment, I wanted to be as causal as possible in order not to attract attention and I lay outside. A few minutes later Jim comes over and begins flirting.”



“So was he surprised that you were more flirtatious than usual?” I asked.



“Wait, I am getting to it,” she said.



“He begins by telling me how hot I look and that gets me horny. Then he says he would love to fuck both my pussy and ass. It becomes too much for and I told him that he would not last no more than one time.”



“Did that get him interested or did he loose interest?”



“Yes, he became quite interested and I could see he got hard. He did not want to become a part of the gossip grapevine of the apartment complex. Therefore, he told her that decided to take her to a nearby hotel and arranged for a cab to pick us up.”



“Was it a nice hotel?” I asked.



“No, cheap bastard” she said. She continued by describing the hotel as, ” One of those cheap hotels that you get for $29.99 a night that comes with a bed that looks as though someone died in which takes up most of the room, an old television that barely gets in 3 channels, and carpet from the 60s.” I could tell by her description she was not happy about his choice and it reassured me that this was a one-time thing.



Yvette went to some length talking about during the first hour they were both nervous, how they just talked while sitting on the edge of the bed and having a glass of wine. She went on talking about how he lacked confidence and beginning to doubt if this was a good idea. She tells me, ” I contemplated if this was a good idea since both of us were nervous. However, every time I began thinking about ending the evening, I would starting thinking about him fucking me and how badly I wanted his cock inside of me” She continued, “As I thought about what it would feel like if he fucked me it made me horny, which was enough to keep my interest.”

Dean used to have dreams as a kid. They never made any sense, and he could never remember them once he woke up, but he always remembered the same thing every time. The word ‘Karmina’. He’d looked the word up in the dictionary, but it wasn’t there. He’d looked it up on the internet, but nothing came up that meant anything. So he just put it out of his mind, and never spoke about it to anyone. It was a pity really, because if he had talked about it, his life would have been very different indeed.



The first time he even actually spoke the word was just after his 23rd birthday, and he was on his way back home from a holiday in Australia. He checked into the cheap hotel close to the airport, dropping his bag on the floor and holding the door open for the woman following him. All flights out of Sydney that day were cancelled due to some volcanic cloud of ash that was too much of a risk for pilots, and so everyone’s flights were delayed until further notice. That could have been days, according to everyone Dean had asked, and so everyone who had booked a flight that day was offered free accommodation at nearby hotels. Unfortunately there were so many people there that day, and not enough hotel rooms available, so that meant there were a lot of people that were desperate for a place to stay. Fiona was one such person.



The two of them had met after the news had been broken over the airport’s p.a. system. Dean had been given a room just down the road, but Fiona had gotten there too late, and there were no rooms left. A lot of people had been asking around to find out if anyone was willing to share, and Fiona had asked Dean. So the two of them were stuck sharing the cheap single room while they waited for who-knows how long for the airport to be given the all-clear.



Fiona was nice, cheerful, and very grateful to Dean for letting her share with him. She was so amused to hear his American accent, since she was from somewhere further south, where there weren’t many tourists. Dean had admitted that he liked her accent too, that it was cute. So the two of them started talking as the bus took them past the hotel, and were laughing at each other’s jokes and stories. Dean couldn’t help but check out her body when she wasn’t looking. She was only just shorter than him by at least two inches, and her long curly black hair flowed down her back like a rippling waterfall. She was wearing a low cut top as well, showing him a peek of cleavage, as well as the massive swell of her D-cup breasts. She had a nice curvy body too, not fat or anything, but she was cuddly in all the right places, even though she had a flat stomach.



He was still checking out her large, firm ass cheeks as he held the door open for her. There were only two rooms. One served as a bed/living room, and there was the bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet, along with a small set of shelves for the first aid kit. The bed was only big enough for one person to sleep comfortably. Dean’s cock twitched at the thought of sharing a bed with this woman he’d just met.



“Is it alright if I take the bed?” Fiona asked, already sitting down and taking off her jacket. Dean’s heart sank. She wasn’t interested. Not to be beaten so easily, he gave it a try anyway.



“Well, we could always share. I don’t want to have to sleep on the floor.” he said with a grin. She frowned for a moment and then laughed nervously.



“Uh . . . I don’t think so. It isn’t that kind of arrangement, ok?”



Oh well, he thought. That would’ve been fun.



That night, as Dean lay on the floor uncomfortably in his sleeping bag, he eventually drifted off to sleep, and had a dream. It seemed so familiar, and it all seemed so real to him, even though he knew it was a dream the whole time. He saw snatches of images, people he remembered seeing throughout his life. Most of all he could see all the women he’d met. Most clear of all were the ones he’d liked or fantasized over. They were walking, or sitting, or laying down asleep, each one coming into focus before his eyes one by one. Each time they did, he heard a whispered voice say ‘Karmina’, and suddenly they’d change. They’d stand where they were, eyes open and completely still, like a doll that had stopped moving, and they’d do whatever he wanted them to do. One by one they came into focus, the voice would call out ‘Karmina’, and then they’d switch off and listen to his commands. Over and over it happened, one woman after the other. He made them take off all their clothes and dance for him. He made them take off his pants and suck his long, hard cock. He told them to turn around on all fours or on their back and let him fuck them, which they did willingly, and happily. They enjoyed what was being done to them, they liked being told what to do. In his dream he fucked every girl that he could remember, ever girl he’d ever liked, and told them that he was the best they’d ever had, and they screamed his name as they came on his thrusting dick.



Dean woke up suddenly and sat up straight. He was covered with sweat, and his erection was making a tent in the sleeping bag. This time he didn’t forget the dream at all, he remembered everything exactly. He could swear that he could still hear the voice whispering in his ear, the same word over and over and over. ‘Karmina’. He heard a gentle snore interrupt his thoughts, and he looked over to the bed to see Fiona with her back to him, asleep. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he got up and slipped out of his sleeping bag. He stepped over to the bed, and knelt down on the sheets next to her. Without bothering being careful he lifted the covers off of her, and marveled at what he saw. She was sleeping in just her panties and a large cotton shirt. It was a cold night, and her nipples were poking into the soft fabric in the sudden chill. The shape of her breasts were clearly outlined under the taut material as she lay with it bunched up under her. Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with a large tent in his boxers. She screamed and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of him as she scrambled out of bed, snatched up her clothes and ran for the door.



“Karmina.” Dean said hoarsely, still doubled over after she kicked him, and all at once she froze in place. She was in mid-stride, halfway to the door, when she just stopped and stood there, completely still. Dean watched her, not quite sure what was happening. Eventually the dull pain in his stomach faded and he could stand up straight. Cautiously he walked over to her, and stood in front of her. Her eyes were open, and blank, staring right through him.



“Fiona?” he asked, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute. He was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He could barely bring himself to hope that his dreams were coming true. She didn’t respond in any way.



“Fiona, can you hear me?”



“Yes.” she said, in a dull and faraway voice. Dean decided to find out if what was happening was what he thought. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing, and he was staring at them as he spoke.



“Fiona, you feel safe and secure with me. In no way do you feel frightened or threatened by me. In fact you like me very much, and want to be my friend.”



She repeated his instructions exactly, almost word for word, except saying ‘I’ instead of ‘you’ and so on. When she made no move afterwards, he took a deep breath and spoke again.



“Wake up now.”



It was like flipping a switch. One moment she was completely still and staring at nothing, and the next she blinked and almost ran into him.



“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Dean. I don’t know what came over me. For a minute I was really scared.” she said, and dropped her clothes where she stood in front of him. She walked back to the bed and sat down, breathing hard as though there had been no pause in her running.



“How do you feel now?” he asked carefully.



“Fine now. It must have been a nightmare or something.” she said with a smile. “It’s good that you’re here, Dean. I feel safe with you here.”



“Really?” said Dean, and he sat down next to her, examining her face for any sign of deceit.



“Yea, really. In fact I think I could go back to bed now. Normally I can’t sleep all night after a nightmare, but I actually feel completely fine now.”



She turned to crawl back into bed, but Dean stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him, thinking that he wanted to say something to her. She smiled warmly, and Dean’s cock stirred again at the thought that came to him.



“Karmina.” he said, and once again there was the change. All expression left her face, and she turned to face forward, eyes staring at nothing.



“Fiona, can you hear me?” he asked her once more.



“Yes.” she said dreamily.



“Do you like me?”



“Yes.”



“Do you think I’m attractive?”



“Yes.”



“Do you want to have sex with me?”



“No.” she said, and Dean frowned.



“Why not?”



“Because I don’t want to have sex with people I’ve just met.” she said, still in her dreamy, faraway voice.



“Why not?”



“Because I don’t want to be a slut.”



“Fiona, you are a slut.” he said, hoping against hope.



“I am a slut.”



“Do you want to have sex with me?”



“Yes.”



Dean’s dick was completely erect again, and he gripped it through his boxers, sending tingles of pleasure rip through him.



“Why?” he asked her.



“Because I am a slut.”



Dean couldn’t stop smiling, and quickly thought up a plan that would fulfill some of his favorite fantasies.



“Fiona, whenever you hear me say the word ‘bitch’, you will become aroused, and you will like it when I say that you are a bitch.”



His instructions were repeated back to him perfectly, and his dick throbbed under his hand.



“Each time you hear me say the word ‘bitch’ you will become more and more aroused, but you won’t be able to find release no matter what. When you hear me say the word ‘slut’, you will have the most powerful, earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever experienced, and you will feel very relaxed afterwards, and any arousal you felt before will go away.”



She repeated his instructions to him, and he almost came right then and there at the thought of what was to come.



“Do you like taking it in the ass, Fiona?” he asked.



“No.”



“Why not?”



“Because it hurts.”



“Have you tried it before?”



“Yes.”



“Fiona, from now on, anal sex feels just as good to you as vaginal sex. Anything I tell you to do using the words ‘do you think’ you will want to do immediately, and you will enjoy doing it.”



Once she repeated the words back to him, he told her to wake up, and she blinked, back to normal and completely unaware of what had happened. She looked at him and grinned.



“Thank you again for letting me share your room.” she said, and then began to crawl into bed.



“Where are you going bitch?” Dean said, and she stopped where she was and gasped.



“I was just going to go back to sleep.”



“You can’t do that until you thank me properly, bitch.”



Dean saw the change in her immediately. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, facing him, and rubbing her legs together. Her eyes shone at him in the street lamps from outside, peeking over the wave of curly hair draped over her shoulder.



“And how could I do that, baby?” she asked him.



“Do you think you could take off your clothes?”



She stripped out of her shirt without any hesitation, finally revealing her larger full breasts to him. He reached out to touch them, and she moaned as his large hands squeezed them and pinched her nipples. As he was fondling her tits, she hooked a thumb under the waist of her panties, and slid them down her legs, and letting them drop off her foot onto the floor. He could smell the hot musk of her pussy, and he knew she was very wet.



“You like it when I touch your tits don’t you bitch?”



He felt a tremor run through her body as he said he magic word, and she moaned louder, grinding her legs together even more. He ran a hand up and down her thighs, and looking directly into his eyes, spread her legs as wide as she could. He was thrilled to see that she was completely shaven. He loved a bald pussy, and he saw that she was indeed very wet. Wasting no time, he lay down in front of her, and started lapping up her juices around her wet cunt, and then he used his fingers to part her juicy and swollen pussy lips to slip his tongue inside her warm, tight hole.



With a loud moan she wrapped her legs around his face, and put her hands on the back of his head. He swirled his tongue around, breathing heavily through his mouth. Her clit was poking out from under its hood and was rubbing against his nose. He wrapped his lips around it and started to suck it, making Fiona scream and hump his face. She was trying to cum, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.



Dean sat up and stripped off his boxers, revealing his six and a half inch cock. Fiona laid eyes on it and quickly grabbed her legs to pull them back further, completely exposing herself. Dean crawled up to her and used one hand to hold his throbbing member, and the other to hold onto her leg. He guided the knob of his dick into her pussy, and it felt so hot and slick that the rest followed with no resistance. Both of them moaned as Dean felt the tight pussy wrap around his cock, and Fiona felt herself being filled up.



He started to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as she moaned encouragingly. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath as she looked down at her hairless snatch being penetrated, and then up into his eyes. The two of them shared a connection of mutual lust, and their eyes were laser locked to each other. He lifted himself up on his arms and feet, slamming into her with the weight of his body. The sound of his rock hard dick sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy, and the slapping sound of their pelvises connecting again and again, was so obscene but it just turned them both on even more. Dean was whispered in her ear, telling her that she was a good little bitch, that she was his bitch, and that she was taking his dick like a bitch. Her moans of arousal and ecstasy were growing louder and louder, and she was brought the very height of her excitement and pleasure, but unable to reach her coveted climax. She wanted to cum so badly, but she also wanted him to keep fucking her. She couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much she’d been missing by holding out all this time. She’d had so many opportunities to fuck so many guys that hit on her, but she’d always shot them down. Something about Dean though, just made her feel so very very good, and she wanted it to never stop. She was screaming his name as he pounded her hard. The bed was creaking and shaking violently



“Fuck me Dean! Fuck me Dean! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!!” she wailed like a banshee. Finally Dean could feel himself getting close. He’d been holding off for so long, trying his very best to make this last, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned in close as he held his hips against hers, and humped her to move his dick up and down inside her.



“Cum for me you slut.” he said, and she screamed even louder as her body locked up. She threw her head back and arched her back with her legs locked around him. He felt her pussy spasm and squeeze his cock like he’d never felt before. She was milking his cock, and he was giving her all that he had. He could feel spurt after spurt shoot out of his rigid dick, filling her pussy and coating her from the inside. Finally Fiona collapsed, and fought to catch her breath. Dean’s cock was sore after being squeezed so hard, but it was the best feeling in the world.



Even though he’d just spent his load, his cock was still hard, and he was still horny, ready for more.



“You’re not done yet bitch.” he told her, and she moaned again as she started to rub her swollen pussy.



“I thought that was a pretty good way of saying ‘thank you’.” she purred, still panting from the excursion of her climax. She’d never cum so hard like that before. She didn’t know what it was about this man that made her feel like this, but she loved it. And now she wanted more.



“Do you think fucking you in the ass would be a better way of thanking me?” he asked, also breathing hard and grinning. She straight away sat up and took his cock in her mouth, looking up at him with her large, shimmering eyes.



“What are you doing?” Dean asked, surprised. She responded by taking his whole dick into her mouth, and he felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She gagged, and when she pulled away, his dick was covered in her gooey, stringy saliva.



“Lubing you up.” she said with a wink, then turned around to get on all fours in front of him. Her ass was beautiful to behold, so round and perfect. She reached back with both hands to spread her lusciously large cheeks, exposing her wet red pussy, and her puckered anus. Dean couldn’t believe how naught this girl was, and he wondered if all Australian girls were like this.



He inched closer, and spat on her wrinkled button. He rubbed it with a finger and heard her moan into her pillow. Apparently his suggestion of anal sex feeling good applied to rubbing it as well. He slipped a finger all the way into her tight, tight ass, and she moaned some more. He spat again, making sure that she was very wet before he steadied his dick behind her. He used a hand to put the tip right against her rubbery anus, and then put both of his hands on her hips to steady himself. He wanted to take it slow, and ease it in. He pushed just hard enough to poke the head of his dick inside. It popped past her sphincter with a small obscene little ‘plop’, and Fiona moaned in ecstasy. Then, completely without warning, she pushed back on his dick, and the spit covered rod was completely encased in her tight asshole. Both of them moaned with each other, and Dean couldn’t believe how tight she was. He’d never been able to fuck a girl in the ass before, and now he was so happy that he could do it now. It was the tightest hole he’d ever been in. He started off slow just like before, but she was constantly bucking and pushing back, fucking his cock and moving back and forth. Her ass jiggled enticingly each time she slammed back into him, and he let go of her to put his hands behind his head and stretch his body so that she could push back onto him even harder.



She was on her knees, and fucking him like a pro. Her face was buried in the pillow, and she was holding onto the sheets around her for dear life. Dean could hear her screaming as loudly as she could into the pillow, and it was hard to tell whether they were screams of pleasure of pain. Judging by the way she was furiously pumping his cock with her ass, she was loving every minute of it.



He could feel his balls slapping against her tender pussy, and deep inside he felt another orgasm brewing. He brought a hand down hard on her ass, slapping her ass cheek with such a loud smack that she gasped with shock, raising her face from the pillow, but didn’t stop bucking her hips into him. He spanked her again, this time with both hands on both cheeks.



“OH GOD YES!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, “FUCK MY ASS BABY!! FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!!”



She screamed again and again, over and over. Dean grabbed onto her slender hips and pulled her onto him even harder.



“Shut up slut.” he grunted, and she let out the most guttural and primal scream he’d ever heard. Her asshole clenched down and squeezed his cock even harder than her pussy had before. He fell on top of her and whispered in her ear.



“Slut.”



The second orgasm made her shake violently, and she kept screaming like a woman being stabbed.



Finally she calmed down, and she passed out right then and there. His dick left her asshole with a wet ‘plop’, and he fell down next to her, panting and exhausted.

The soft cotton sheets felt good beneath me. My knees and my hands found the bed’s firm, but soft feel refreshing. The hard firm hands gripping the sides of my head and the back of my neck guided my mouth to its destination. I opened wide and stuck my wet tongue out to rub the base of the large cock being inserted into my mouth. I slowly and deliberately wet the eight inch monster until it glided with ease into the back of my throat. I whimpered and moaned to make my lover happy. The reaming of my oral cavity was welcomed by both me and the owner of the hard dick doing the work. Chuck eased my mouth and his cock into a familar routine.



The feel of his familar veiny and hard cock inside my mouth almost made me forget the second set of firm and hard hands gripping my waist. As I felt the second cockhead putting pressure on my sphincter, I pulled off of Chuck’s cock long enough to look behind me. Chuck’s old office buddy, Landon, was slowly pushing his way into my slick prepared hole. This was a weekend much anticipated by all three of us. Chuck’s commanding grunt and strong hands returned my face to its primary work (as far as Chuck was concerned). I went back to my blowjob duties as I felt Landon’s thick seven inch dick work its way into my ass. Soon a rythm was set and I was taking two beautiful cocks at one time.



An occasional slap could be heard from Landon’s strong hand slapping my little smooth ass. He was moaning and groaning and feverishly fucking my tight little ass as I spit and sucked on Chuck’s ready cock. Occasionally, Chuck would reach down to kiss me on the mouth. He had first proposed this little threesome and I wanted him to be happy. Chuck had told me that Landon was known to produce amazing quantities of cum. So needless to say, I was curious. Landon continue his cock thrusting as my mouth numbed on Chuck’s rockhard cock. Soon Landon began to show the signs. He yelled that he was about to blow and pulled out so I could assume a position on my back looking up sucking his balls as he stroked his swollen cock. After a little licking and ball sucking, Landon’s cock seemed to burst forth with what seemed like a gallon of cum. The first ropes hit me across the nose and mouth and shot down across my chest. I soon reached up with my mouth and grabbed his cockhead with my mouth and sucked the remainder down my throat.



Landon pulled me to the edge of the bed while on my back and positioned me so that my head hung off the side of the bed. As he proceeded to skull fuck me, Chuck moved between my legs and began teasing my hole with his cock. Soon this hole was again filled with a warm hard cock. Chuck’s strides were slow and steady. The room was heating up and I could feel drops of perspiration from both men drip onto me.



I sucked Landon to completion again and Chuck blew his load inside me, a familar mode of operation. I made it my feet although my legs were somewhat wobbly and I could feel Chuck’s sperm leaking down one leg. As my two older fuck buddies rested, I sank into a cool bath. My body seemed on fire. I rested and decided to tidy up some for their benefit and arousal. I applied my hair removal lotion and was soon completely smooth and bare. I lotioned up and soaked my skin with wonderful fragrances. I like to pamper myself and it turns on the older men like my Chuck and his friend Landon. I reached into the drawer for my white silk panties and a leather collar.



As I walked into the den both men were lounging on the couch watching television. I smiled and walked to the couch. Both had instantaneous erections. Landon reached out for my hips and pulled me to him. He liked the idea of an young lover boy and I looked and was the part. He pulled at my panties and began to suck my cock. My erection was full in no time. He devoured my cock as he would had a meal. I threw my head back and enjoyed being blown by this muscular bear of a man. He was all consumed in this treat I was letting him have. I whimpered and moaned and called him sweet names. Chuck sat there smiling, just watching. I enjoyed my older lover’s facial stubble rubbing my bare balls and pubic area. He gave a wet blowjob and a forceful one at that. Soon I felt the surge from within and I blew my sweet load into Landon’s mouth.



After Landon’s sweet little treat, Chuck pulled me to him. He told Landon to lie back and instructed me to stand and bend over to blow Landon, in a kind of ninety degree angle formation, bent at the waist. Again, I took Landon’s cut cock into my mouth and made a wet sloppy job of it. As I did so, Chuck was kneeled behind me and began to rim me. I felt his warm, soft but firm tongue probing my inner chamber. Chuck pushed his tongue deep into me and hungrily licked and kissed my hole. After some time, Chuck made his way to his feet and pushed his way into me. He made quick long strides of the job and soon I felt his cock swell and his grunts told me he was going to cum. He pulled out and I dropped to my knees. Soon Chuck’s thick spunk was dripping from my chin, mouth and neck and under my collar. I swallowed much of my daddy’s seed.



My daddy Chuck disappeared into the bathroom and I lay down across the couch. His old buddy Landon moved between my legs and filled the gaping hole still present between my legs. His thick cock moved with precision in and out. Landon’s face was red and sweat beaded up on his forehead and chest. He legs began to quiver as did his lip. He barely got out of me when his load shot across my pubic area and stomach and even reached my left nipple. Landon stood unsteadily and stumbled off into the dark house. I lay there and enjoyed the feeling of these two men’s cum soaking into my skin. Landon’s first day as our guest had been quite enjoyable. And to think, three days to go.

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