The slut wife

The slut wife
By: Billy Jack

The slut wife ---------- By Billy Jack

Carol's dream was so vivid that when she woke up the crotch of her panties, as well as the bedding under her was soaked in her hot cum. Up until recently she couldn't even remember when she dreamed last, or what they were about.

She'd dreamed that a younger man had followed her into the park just as the sun was going down, and after he stopped her to ask her if she'd help him find his dog, they moved off towards the densest part of the woods.

After nearly an hour of searching and not find any trace of his dog, they had to sit for as bit to rest. The terrain was hilly and they were both out of breath from, the steep climbing.

"I don't know if I will ever find her," the man said as tears flowed down his face and onto his muscleman shirt. "He is my only friend in the world. I don't know what I will do if I don't find him."

Carol was always a sucker for tears from a man, so she moved in closer and held him tightly against her bosom while he sobbed.

Something about a man showing his emotions always turned her on, and she could feel herself getting wet as she pulled his face in tighter against her E-cupped tits.

Carol was a beautiful fifty year old woman who didn't look a day over thirty. No one could just ignore her beauty, no matter how hard they fought the feeling. She couldn't go anywhere that someone, whether it be a man or woman that they wouldn't try to get her to go home with them for some afternoon play. She was five feet one inch tall, and she had a body that drew the attention of anyone who passed her or laid eyes on her. She had short stylish blonde hair, and a face that was flawless. Her darkened skin from the many hours of sun bathing drew people's attention, while her body and exceptionally good looks reeled them in.

When the man felt her hard nipples pressing against his face he pulled back just far enough to look at them. When Carol saw the excited look on his face, and then looked down at the bulge pushing out on his jeans, her pussy juices started to flow freely.

He moved his hand up onto her tit and lightly squeezed. She wanted to reach down and pull his hand away from her, but she couldn't. It excited her so much that she wished he would pull her tit out of her blouse and bra and suck her hard nipples into his mouth.

As he slid one hand under her blouse he slid the other hand down her pants and onto her shaved pussy. Just as she hit a huge orgasm her eyes popped open, and she could feel her cum flowing from between her opened legs.

This was the third similar dream in as many days, and she couldn't get the idea of sex with strangers out of her mind. She'd never cheated on her husband before, would never had even considered it, but within the past two weeks her mind was clogged with the thoughts of other men having their way with her.

When she went out now and someone hit on her it was getting harder to just to walk away. Her husband was sufficient in bed, but she also knew there were some fantastic lovers out there that her husband couldn't hold a candle to. She'd had some of them long before she'd gotten married.

She knew that with the way her mind was working, and the way her body responded to the praise and the flirting, that eventually she would have to give in to her deepest fantasies.

One weekend a month her husband Barry had to go out of town with his job, and she knew that when she'd break down and cheat, and if it ever did happened, it would happen on one of those weekends.

When she got up and moved downstairs Barry reminded her that he would be out of town until Monday night. He would have her drop him off at the airport Friday afternoon, and pick him up on Monday, late evening.

"Are you okay?" Barry asked her when she came downstairs and joined him for a cup of hot coffee. "Here lately you seem predisposed."

"I'm just fine," she told him, "I just haven't been sleeping well lately."

"Maybe you need to see a doctor," he told her with genuine concern in his voice. "I don't want my girl to get sick on me."

Carol raised her coffee to her lips to let him know that that topic of conversation was over. When she pulled it back she looked at her husband of twenty years and she saw the only man she'd ever loved. He barely satisfied her in bed, but to her there was more in life than just sex, but just once she would love for him to get her off to where bells and fireworks went off in her brain.

When she looked back at Toby, the young man she'd dated right before she met Barry she often had to move to the bathroom afterwards to get herself off. Toby was a well hung black man that she'd become good fuck buddies with months before her cousin introduced her to Barry. Once she fell in love with Barry she never saw Toby again, and now she missed the huge orgasms he caused in her.

After she dropped Barry off at the airport the thought of going back to an empty house depressed her, so she decided to go and catch a show in Eureka.

After she paid for her admission she stood in line to get her popcorn and a soda, and she never noticed the twenty seven year old man sitting on the bench alongside the back wall staring at her.

Had she noticed him she probably would have just left. The expression in his eyes showed that he had plans for tonight, and with the looks he gave her, they included her in them.

When management opened the door to let the customers in to get seated, the man followed ten feet behind her.

Carol always preferred the very back when she went to the show, that way if she had to get up to go to the bathroom she wouldn't disturb anyone behind her.

When she moved to the center of the last row she never noticed anything until the young man plopped down in the seat next to hers.

The theatre wasn't crowded, but she never gave it a second thought when he sat next to her. She just assumed he was like her, and that he preferred sitting in the back also.

He introduced himself as Mark as he held out a box of Milk Duds and offered her some. She thanked him and then told him no, that she had more than enough with the popcorn.

Carol rarely wore slacks or jeans. She felt that women should always look their best when they went out, and that meant with a dress or a skirt.

When the movie started she picked up her soda and took a drink before she leaned back in her seat to relax and enjoy the movie.

When Mark put his hand on the arm rest his fingers scraped the top part of her legs, but she didn't pay any attention to him. It happened all the time with the way the seats were set up. Before she realized his hand was there he was lightly rubbing his fingers in small circles on the top of her leg near her knees. She started to move her legs away from him but then she felt her pussy starting to get wet, so she decided to leave it there and see how wet she would be before the movie ended.

When Mark saw that she didn't pull away from him he became bolder, and he slid his hand down further until his whole palm was on her leg, and he lightly rubbed on her inner thigh.

When she looked down and saw what he had done she knew she should have taken his hand away and pushed it back at him, but she couldn't get her hand to work with her brain. It felt so good that she didn't want him to stop.

When his hand started to move up and down her inner thigh her mind no longer was on the movie. He could hear her light moans as he moved his hand up under her skirt until he was at her panty line. When he started to rub his finger over the outside of her panties up and down her slit he felt her loosen up, and her legs opened slightly for him to better maneuver.

He rubbed her until her panties were sopping wet, then he moved his hand to the side and slid his fingers under her panties and onto her bare pussy.

He felt her clit pressed against the palm of his hand so he moved up and gently rubbed up and down on her until her lower body was slightly rocking side to side. When he looked up at her face he saw that she had her eyes closed, and the expression on her face showed him that she loved what he was doing to her.

She couldn't believe how hot the stranger had gotten her. She'd never had allowed this to ever happened hadn't it been for the dreams. The dreams had her head full of new fantasies, and having sex in an indoor theatre was one of her latest fantasies.

With his other hand he carefully slid his zipper down and pulled his hard cock out of his fly. Then he reached over and took her hand and gently pulled it over and eased it down on his hard shaft.

When she felt his cock her first instinct was to jerk her hand back, but instead of jerking back she slid her hand around him and lightly squeezed. She liked how big he was, and how hot he felt in her hand. He was nearly twice the size of Barry, and quite a bit thicker.

She'd never done anything so bold in her life, but it was exciting her unlike anything she'd ever done. It was only seconds before she was sliding her hand up and down on him while he worked his fingers up and down her wet clit.

Her moans grew louder as he worked his fingers in a way that she was unaccustomed to. Luckily there was only seven other couples in the whole theatre, and they were too far away to hear or see what was happening with them.

When she felt his cock starting to twitch she looked down and saw him shooting his cum up in the air before it fell back onto the back of her hand. She didn't stop pumping on him though. Instead of pulling her hand away she slid up and down on him even faster.

The sight excited her so much that her orgasm rushed her, and she soaked Mark's hand and the bottom of her skirt, as well as the seat under her.

"Let's get out of here," he leaned in and whispered to Carol before he pulled his hand from her panties. "Let's go out to my car."

All Carol could do was nod her head yes as she slowly rose up out of her seat.

After Mark held the passenger door open for her to get in his car, he made his way over to the driver's side. While he moved around the car he pulled his zipper back down and pulled his cock back out. When he slid in she moved over closer to him. She expected to kiss, but instead he put his hand on the back of her neck and forced her head down to his lap.

When she felt the head of his cock push against her lips she started to open her mouth to protest, but by opening her mouth she allowed him access, and he slid his cock in as far as he could.

Carol didn't suck cock. She tried once and she hated it. When she felt his cock push against the back of her throat she started to feel sick, but then all of a sudden the feeling of sickness disappeared and excitement took its place.

She'd never enjoyed the taste or the feel of a cock in her mouth before, but for some unknown reason, this time it excited her beyond belief.

She allowed him to push her head down harder on his cock as he forced more and more of his hard shaft down her throat. She'd never deep throated a man before, in fact she'd never had a cock as big as Mark's before, but when she relaxed her jaw muscles and he started to slide down her throat, her pussy started to flow even harder. She had several small orgasms just from sucking his cock.

Before Mark allowed himself to cum he pulled her head off of his lap, and then he had her move over while he moved to the center of the bench seat. When he was in position he took her hand and pulled her over until she was sitting on his lap. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her pussy over her panties, so when he slid his hand down and pulled the panties to the side and aimed his cock at her entrance, she didn't protest or try to move away.

While he pushed upward into her she lowered herself down on him. She'd never felt so full in her life. She loved how his cock pushed on the back wall of her pussy, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she'd open up and shoot her full load down onto his lap.

She slammed down on him while her thrust up at her and within seconds her body tightened up and she let it go.

The excitement of her cumming so hard on his lap set him off, and while she unloaded on his lap he emptied out deep up inside her pussy.

When she was finished she started to sob. It wasn't so much that she was upset that she fucked someone other than her husband, it was because she'd never had such a powerful orgasm before, and her emotions had gotten the better of her.

After they finished cumming she rose off of him and moved over to her side while Mark put his cock back in his pants.

"You are a good piece of ass," he told her in a matter of fact voice, "I want some more. I want you to meet me here tomorrow night, and then we can go to my apartment where we will be more comfortable."

"I don't know if I can make it," she told him, not sure she wanted to fuck around on her husband again. "I am a married woman after all."

"Well I will be here waiting for you tomorrow night," he told her as he leaned over her and pulled on her door handle to open her door for her. "I want you here. I will be waiting for you."

When she got out of his car she stood back puzzled at how it felt so casual while she watched him back out of his parking spot to leave. She watched him until he was out of site, then she moved to her own car to go home.

When Carol arrived home, and after parking the car in the garage, she could feel Mark's cum dripping and running down her inner thighs, and it felt hot. She couldn't wait to get inside to shower and lay in bed. She knew that as excited as she was now that she would be pulling out her toys she'd had stashed away for some time.

While she stood in the shower to let the spray beat down on her, she thought about Mark and the whole night. She was determined that tonight's extra marital affair would be the end of it, but the more she thought about what happened with him the more that she knew she would show up to meet him again.

After she toweled herself dry she went to the bottom dresser drawer, and after sliding her summer shorts to the side she pulled out her ten inch vibrator. She hadn't used it since shortly after her marriage. She'd almost forgotten she even had it, but tonight she would need it.

After she put in the new batteries she climbed up to the center of the bed and turned the toy on as she slowly rubbed it down her stomach until she had it pressed against her pussy mound.

She closed her eyes and pulled up the images of when she was sitting on Mark's lap, and as she slid the vibrator up inside her she was so deep in her thoughts that it was as though they were actually together again.

With the thoughts of Mark in her head while she used the toy, it took less than seven minutes before she was shooting her cum down both thighs. She was so exhausted after she finished cumming that she fell asleep with the toy still turned on and still up inside her.

By the time she awoke the next morning the batteries were drained of their juice, but the toy was still shoved deep up inside her.

When she reached down to pull it out she accidently tapped it to the side of her opening, and she could feel an electrical pulse shoot deep inside her pussy. Instead of pulling it out and setting it aside she slowly slid it in and out as her pulse picked up tempo. She was still horny thinking about how she allowed last night to happen. She knew it would happen eventually, but she thought it would take a lot longer than it did.

She felt a twinge of guilt about cheating, but not enough to cancel tonight's rendezvous. She knew she needed the full release, and if her husband couldn't give it to her then she refused to deny herself of the feeling any longer. It was something she desperately needed.

The day dragged for her with the anticipation of what she knew would happen that evening, but finally it was time for her to shower and get ready to meet Mark.

This time she decided to forgo the panties. She knew she wouldn't have them on long anyway, besides she didn't want a chance of having them ripped and having to explain what happened to them to Barry.

She arrived outside the theatre in the same parking lot that they were in last night, and she sat and waited a half hour before Mark pulled in the slot next to hers. He remained seated to show her that he expected her to come over and get in his car. She didn't know if she liked his arrogance, or if it turned her on, but either way she locked her car up and moved over to the passenger's seat of his Mustang.

Mark was silent most of the ride to his house. It was as if he had something on his mind. He didn't ignore her completely, he was just quiet.

"Well here we are," he said as he pulled into the driveway of a nice house located in a nice neighborhood. "I am going to have you so weak from cumming by the time you leave that after I take you to your car, I will have to follow you home to make certain you don't fall asleep on the way."

Normally Carol would have felt offended by the way he talked to her, but surprisingly it excited her that much more. She knew that after last night he could do exactly what he said he would do. By the time she left she knew she would be well fucked, and completely exhausted.

While she stood in his living room he moved to the kitchen to get two cold beers, and when he returned he took her by the hand and led her towards the bedroom.

When he moved to the side of the bed he tipped his can and downed it before he crushed it in his hand and tossed it in the trash can next to the bed.

He moved in behind her and had her turn towards the big mirror over his chest of drawers while he eased his hands up her blouse to cup her big tits. He wanted her to be able to see everything he did to her in the mirror, so while he worked his hands on her tits and nipples he kissed and sucked her neck.

She watched her refection and she saw him pulling at her nipples, and the excitement level bounded. She'd never watched herself have sex before, and the sight before her had her dripping freely.

When she looked over towards the bed she saw a camcorder set up on a tripod. She knew what he had planned, but she was set to refuse to allow him to record them, that is if she had the strength left to protest when he was done with his tittie play.

When she felt her blouse being raised she lifted her arms to allow him to remove her blouse, then when she felt her bra straps go loose she leaned slightly to let the garment drop to the floor.

When she looked up and saw her tits hanging in the mirror with his hands squeezing and kneading them, her excitement hit the ceiling. Seeing her like this she could only imagine how exciting it would be to watch herself in action on tape, so if he promised to make her a copy, she decided right then to allow it.

When they moved onto the bed Mark had her lay across it instead of lying in the right position, then he reached inside his drawer and pulled out two sets of handcuffs. When she saw the two cuffs hanging in his hands fear overtook her. She hated the idea of being confined, and she was scared. What if he was a psycho? She really didn't know him. He may be a woman killer for all she knew.

When he snapped the first one on her wrist he could see the fear in her eyes, so he told her to relax, that he would never do anything to hurt her, and that he only did it because it added excitement to the sex.

She could hear a gentleness in his voice, so she allowed him to snap the other end to the foot board before he put the other one on her other hand and snapped it to the headboard.

After he had her set up he moved over to the camera, and after he had it set up he hit the record button and then moved to the side of the bed closest to her head.

He knelt onto his knees at her side while still on the floor and leaned in and kissed her passionately while he slid his hands down her chest to her tits. He pinched her nipples just hard enough not to be too painful before he let up the pressure. She'd never had rough sex before, but she'd always wondered about it. She'd heard her girlfriends talk about it, and they made it seem extremely erotic, but she didn't know how to initiate it with her husband so she never got to experience it until now.

After he had her squirming he moved down to her feet and slowly unsnapped her skirt and slid it down her hips and then tossed them on the floor with the rest of her clothes. He moved up and straddled her legs, and after leaving her panties on he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit until she had the crotch band soaked. Then he slid them down to lay with her other clothes.

He reached into the night stand and pulled out two lengths of soft rope and bound her legs in the same fashion as her hands. She lay naked while her legs were spread out on the sheets with the camera bearing down between her legs.

When he moved down and started kissing her inner thighs her body twisted and jerked under his talented tongue.

When he kissed up to her clit she jerked and gasped when she felt him touch her clit. She'd never had anyone spend so much time getting her worked up before, and she was so excited she had to fight off cumming too quickly.

When she heard a light rap at the door fear shot out at her. She was afraid it was his wife. She had no idea he was married, she never thought to ask him when she climbed into his car.

When he opened the door two other men stepped around him and entered the bedroom.

"What the fuck is going on?" She shouted as the fear and anger built in her. "Untie me and take me home."

"Relax baby," he told her, "I promised you that when you left here you would be well fucked and completely exhausted."

"I never said anything about agreeing to a gang bang though," she shouted at him. "This is rape Mark. You don't want to do this."

Carol wasn't the first woman he'd done this to, so he knew by the time they were done with her she would be so excited she would want to do it more often, so the threat didn't register.

The other two men weren't bad looking, in fact they were even better looking than Mark, but it wasn't something she'd agreed to. She'd never spent time with two men at the same time, much less three, and she wasn't wanting to now.

"Please Mark," she plead, "don't do this. Don't I mean anything to you at all?"

"Of course you do," Mark answered her, "that is why I am giving you every woman's darkest fantasy. "Are you telling me you never wondered what it would be like?"

"Of course I have," she told him, "but it didn't mean that I wanted to do it."

"Just relax baby," he told her as he leaned in and ran two fingers up alongside her slit. "You will love it."

The blonde man that Mark referred to as Eddie was even taller, and had a better physic than Mark, and when he lowered his pants he was even hung better. He had to be at least three inches longer, and thicker on top of it. The other man, Dale, was almost as big as Eddie, but he was still bigger than Mark.

When she saw the three big cocks dangling in front of her she didn't know what to do. She could scream, but then if she pissed the men off, would they slap her around, or would they let her scream. She didn't want to chance it. She would let them do what they wanted, and then when they were done Mark would never see her again. She wasn't here for this. She was here just for Mark.

When Eddie moved down and in between her legs she flinched at the thought of them having their way with her, but she wasn't in any position to resist.

When she felt Eddie's mouth push up against her pussy she couldn't believe how different it felt. He was even better than Mark had been earlier. Maybe she would like this after all.

Eddie slid his tongue up and down her slit as he slid two fingers up inside her. She hated it that her body responded to his touches. She didn't want to enjoy any of it, but as he licked her clit her body started to bounce and twist with excitement.

Dale moved up by her head, and after leaning in he pressed his cock up against her lips. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but the head of his cock hurt when it pressed her lips against her teeth, so she slowly opened her mouth and allowed him to bury himself down her throat.

She wanted to hate it, but she found it exciting. She wanted to bite his cock, but the thought of sucking it seemed more exciting.

Mark moved to the center of the bed, and while Dale fucked her mouth and Eddie ate her pussy like a pro, Mark squeezed and kneaded her tits until her body was screaming for sexual release.

Within seven minutes Carol was so into it that Mark took the handcuff keys and freed her hands. She loved what they did, and she had no desire to jump up and run now. She wanted more and more. She wanted it to be just like Mark had promised her, for her to be well fucked and exhausted.

After Dale moved up to the center of the bed he pulled Carol on top of him, and he eased his hand between them and guided his cock to her opening, then he thrust in her in one violent thrust.

She was so excited by then that it didn't hurt in the least. She was so wet he slid in easily, and moved in her until he was pressed against her back wall.

Mark moved up to her head and dropped to his knees as he took her head in his hands and pulled her towards his hard cock. She didn't resist this time, this time she readily allowed him to slide his cock in her mouth.

When she felt the finger slide up her ass she never gave it a second thought, not until she felt a cold slimy liquid was being applied to her anus.

When she tried to pull her head back to beg Dale not to fuck her up the ass Mark held onto her head tightly, and he refused to let her pull off.

Dale lowered himself until he had the head of his cock aligned with her anus, and very slowly he pushed just the head in.

The pain was excruciating and Carol began to cry. But she did it while a cock was sliding in and out of her mouth relentlessly. She wanted to pull her head away from Mark and beg Dale not to go any further, but with a mouth full of cock she couldn't say a word.

Dale took his time. It took nearly four minutes before he was buried deep up inside her, and when he bottomed out he held still until he felt her relax, then he slowly started to pump up in her.

The pain started to level off, and after a while she started to like how he felt crammed up her ass. She never allowed any man to even attempt that before, and she wasn't too sure on how she felt about it now, but it was feeling a little better, so maybe it would be okay.

She had a cock slamming down her throat, one up her ass, and the other ramming her pussy. She never felt so full in her life, and she loved the sensation it shot throughout her body.

She still didn't like the idea of how Mark did it, but she was glad he did. She knew she would have never agreed to it, so she never would have known how wonderful it was.

After several minutes Dale and Eddie traded places, and while Dale filled her pussy with his cock Eddie pumped his big cock up her ass.

This time they didn't have to deal with her trying to stop them, this time she wanted it just as badly.

When Mark opened up and shot his load down her throat it caught her off guard, and she started to choke, but it didn't last long before she was able to breath, and she kept from losing a single drop.

When Dale filled her pussy with his cum it took her to the biggest orgasm in her life, and when she tightened her ass up on Dale's cock it sent him over the edge, and he filled her bowels with his gooey cum.

After they were done they lay side by side and talked. Carol finally admitted that she loved what they had done to her, but she told them it was still rape. She told them not to worry about it, that not only was she okay with it, she wanted to come back often for more of the same.

When she left the house she realized that Mark had been right, she was well fucked, and she was definitely exhausted, but Mark didn't have to follow her home, she was okay to drive.

Before she left Mark's she had his phone number programmed into her cell phone. The next weekend that Barry was out of town they planned to spend the whole weekend in bed, and not just the few hours they'd just enjoyed.

By the time Barry got home Carol had gone through three more sets of batteries while she imagined the four in bed. She knew that Barry would never be able to satisfy her again, so she would fake it, and then she'd wait for their next rendezvous.

Now THAT's What I Call Hospitality!

Now THAT's What I Call Hospitality! [part 2 of 2]
By: RoscoeB (roscoeb_nova@yahoo.com)

Now THAT's What I Call Hospitality By RoscoeB_Nova

Feedback welcome at RoscoeB_Nova@hotmail.com

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"Honey, is that you?" Suzanne called as I hung my jacket in the hall closet. "You're home early!"

"With the kids off with your folks for the weekend, I didn't want to waste a single minute alone with you," I said as I rounded the corner, took my wife in my arms and planted a long, wet kiss on her lips.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Suzanne mumbled as she gently pushed away and turned to stir the pot on the stove. "Um, plans have changed a little."

"Uh, oh, what's up? Your folks okay? One of the kids sick? Do I need to go pick them up?" I asked.

"No, no, nothing like that. Tom called. He's in town and wants to take us out to dinner tonight."

"Shit. I thought it was just going to be us this weekend," I whined. I'd been on the road for most of the previous six weeks, with Suzanne holding down the fort getting kids to soccer practice, dance class, and music lessons all on her own. We had both been looking forward to a quiet weekend ?in', to include a large amount of gratuitous fucking to make up for lost time. The thought of another restaurant meal, not matter how good, made my stomach churn. "Can't we tell him to reschedule? Is he at Yvette's? I'll give him a call and beg off for a rain check."

"Well, that's kind of the problem," Suzanne started slowly. "It's really Yvette that wants to take us out. To thank us, or more accurately, you, for recommending her to Herb for that position."

"She got the job?" I asked with a sudden smile, my annoyance quickly evaporating. "That's great! I thought she and Herb would hit it off. I guess since it is my ?fault' I'll just have to suck it up. I hope she got a good signing bonus, because I'm feeling like a big, fat filet mignon!"

"Wow, that changed your mood. So the thought of hanging out with that pair of 38's makes you forget all about little ?ole me?" Suzy said with an exaggerated pout. "I knew that girl was trouble the minute I laid eyes on her. Any girl with tits that big can't be trusted around my man." We laughed because we both loved Yvette for the happiness she had clearly brought to our best friend Tom.

I had known Tom while in the Navy and maintained that friendship through the years after we got out. It reached a new, rather unexpected level a little less than a year and a half ago when Suzy and I essentially ?seduced' Tom to fulfill Suzanne's fantasies of being fucked by two guys at once. After that first incredible experience Tom joined us regularly for sex when he was in town on business and we could get the kids out of the house for a couple of days.

Any feelings of jealousy or insecurity toward Tom being with Suzy were overridden by the shear sexual excitement of watching another guy sink his cock into my wife's cunt and probably the male ego part of me that knew I had something another man valued. I knew how much both Suzy and Tom loved me, and that all I would have to do is say ?stop' if it got too intense. Suzy made it clear from the beginning that this was about ?us' not her and Tom, and that if it ever stopped being that, she'd no longer be interested. That sentiment was put to the test the day Tom blew into town unannounced while I was on business travel three time zones away.

I'd been gone nearly a week and called home after a long day with the client. "Hey baby, how was your day?"

"Oh, not bad," she said. "Kind of a bummer that you're not home. Both kids got invites to sleepovers so we would have had the place to ourselves, and frankly sweetheart, I'm really missing you right now, if you know what I mean."

"No, I don't know what you mean. Explain," I said knowing full well what she was talking about.

"Oh, you know, like I could really kinda use a man right now?" she responded with a giggle.

"I still don't get it. You're going to have to be clearer," I continued to tease. Even thought I couldn't see her, I knew she was turning red at the thought of me trying to get her to talk dirty to me over the phone.

"I guess I'm trying to say I'm horny as hell and need good hard cock in my cunt. There, are you happy now?" she blurted out with a nervous laugh. "It's been nearly two weeks since we've been together."

"Well, now you're making me horny too talking like that," I said. "And so what am I supposed to do about THAT?"

"I thought men never had a problem ?taking things into their own hands' in situations like that?" said Suzy now on the offensive. "Like you always say: How much soap you use and how long you scrub any particular part of your body in the shower is nobody's business."

"You're bad, you're really bad," I laughed. "But what about you? My suggestion is to grab a glass of wine, climb in the hot tub and find a strategically located water jet - thinking of me all the while of course."

"Of course, of course," responded Suzy. "Hold on a sec babes, someone's on the other line." I was just about to hang up assuming she'd gotten drawn into another conversation when she came back on the line. "It was Tom," she said.

"How's he doing? Still coming into town next week for Matt's ball game?" I asked.

"Actually, he called to say he couldn't make it," she explained. "His company is sending him Montreal on something he can't get out of. He's on his way over to drop something off for Matt. He managed to get a ball autographed by Derek Jeter through a friend of his. Matt will be disappointed that Tom can't be there, but thrilled with the ball."

"Now I'm really upset that I can't be home. The kids out of the house, Tom in town unexpectedly, and you horny - the perfect storm," I said feeling a stirring in my pants as I remembered the threesomes we'd had in the past with Tom.

"Yeah, Tom sounded disappointed too when I told him you were out of town," Suzanne said. "I think he was hoping for a little action himself. Oh well."

My cock continued to harden as I remembered scenes of Tom sinking his engorged member into my wife's pussy, and pumping her from behind until they both came. Without really thinking, I said "Why does he have to be disappointed?" Followed by a sinking feeling and flush of excitement mixed with fear at the thought of what I was suggesting - that I allow another man to fuck my wife without me being there. The feelings were reminiscent of the first time Suzanne had suggested it, if just a bit less threatening because of our experiences with Tom so far.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Suzanne probed. "I know we never really discussed it, but by definition a threesome takes three, right? At least it did when I took third grade math. My fantasies all along included your participation. I've honestly never thought of a one-on-one session."

"Well, this is kind of a special situation," I responded, getting more turned on at the thought. "I guess I'm saying the idea turns me on, so it's your call. Sounds like you could use a good hard one, and I'm sure Tom would be more than willing to oblige. Only one thing."

"What's that?" asked Suzy. "Anything baby, what is it? But just so you know, thinking about it is a turn on, but I'm not sure I could actually go through with it. I certainly don't want Tom to get the wrong idea or think I'm cheating on you."

"Well, then two things. First, Tom knows that I know what's going on. Besides, I don't think he'd go for it any other way. And second, you have to share all the details when I get home."

"You nasty bastard," giggled Suzanne. "I'll fill you in if I actually have the guts to go through with it. Are you sure you're okay with it?" "The way I see it, it's no different than me jerking off in the shower. You're just diddling yourself with a dildo that's attached to Tom. You're no more emotionally attached to Tom as I am to my right hand!" I said with a chuckle, but deep down I wasn't sure that's how I really felt.

It was nearly 11:30 p.m. back home when I returned to my room after dinner with my associates and clients, "Probably right in the middle of Suzanne and Tom's fuck session," I thought with noticeable butterflies in my stomach at the thought. "Not exactly a good time to call." Even though I'd had more than enough wine at dinner, I poured a bottle of scotch from the mini-bar over a glass of ice from the ice bucket in my room. I flopped into the chair in the corner and watched TV while I polished off the scotch. For a fleeting moment I considered ordering a porn pay-per-view movie, but as always, decided against it out of fear the my Admin Assistant would question those charges on my hotel bill.

"Shit, shit, shit," I mumbled to myself as I awoke suddenly, still sitting in the chair and realized that I had to be at a client meeting in forty-five minutes. I jumped into the shower, shaved and dressed in record time to meet my colleagues in the lobby on time, leaving no time to call Suzanne. Back to back working sessions and a working lunch meant that I wouldn't have the opportunity to call her discretely until I got back to my room that evening. I spent the day with images of Tom and Suzy fucking and sucking planted in my head with constantly shifting feelings of fear and arousal, sometimes both at the same time.

I returned to my room and as I reached to pick up the phone noticed the message light blinking. I called the front desk and was told "Sir, there is a FEDEX delivery for you. We'll have somebody bring it up."

I would often get deliveries from the office when I was traveling, so I didn't even look at the return address before I opened the envelope and dumped the contents. A single, unlabeled DVD rolled out onto the bed. After I searched the envelope for a note or some other kind of identifying information, I turned the envelope over and to my surprise saw it had been sent from my house. "Hmm, wonder what this is all about?" I muttered to myself.

I booted my laptop, dropped the DVD into the drive and clicked play. My stomach did a jump as I realized I was looking at my own bedroom. I could hear soft music in the background and Suzy saying "This is for you honey," as she walked into view wearing my favorite, very revealing teddy nightgown. She sat on the edge of the bed facing the camera and slid the teddy up to reveal her naked womanhood. "How's this sweetheart," she cooed as she gently parted her cuntlips and ran a finger gently around her moist hole, stopping periodically to gather a drop of her own lubricating juices on her finger tip and then lick it off with a slow swipe of her tongue.

She spread her pussy open with one hand while she continued to rub her obviously blood-engorged clit. She knew how that turned me on, and in response I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my own now blood-engorged member. Opening the front of her nightgown, Suzy revealed two erect nipples and alternately gave each a pinch as she continued to massage her love button. Her breathing was becoming noticeably heavier as she approached the point of no return when there was what sound like a knock on the door.

"I wonder who that can be," Suzy said in an exaggerated manner as she stood and pulled the shades on the sliding door from our bedroom to the patio and opened the door. "Oh, I forgot that it was the day that Raoul cleans the pool!" My cock jumped as I saw Tom standing there, pool skimmer in hand, suspecting what was going to come next.

"Senora, I'm all finished," said Tom in a really bad Spanish accent. "That's thirty-five dollars please."

"Oh Raoul, I'm so sorry," claimed Suzy. "I don't have any cash. I completely forgot it was your day. I was a bit distracted, if you know what I mean," allowing her nightgown to fall open revealing her tits.

"I understand perfectly," hammed Tom. "You can take care of me next time. It's okay."

"You know what Raoul," purred Suzy, "I'll bet I can take care of you right now." Suzy dropped to her knees in from of Tom and began to loosen his belt.

"Senora, I can wait for my thirty-five dollars," said Tom clearly struggling to keep from laughing.

"I think I'd rather handle it this way," said Suzy as she pulled Toms pants and underwear to his knees allowing his half hard dick to swing free. Suzy turned to look at the camera apparently to be sure I was getting the full view, as she began to stroke Tom's semi-flacid member to life with her hand. I was now doing the same with my own cock in complete disbelief that my wife and best friend went to all this trouble just for me. Well, okay, I suspect they were enjoying it too.

Suzy continued her work on Tom's member until fully erect. Tom by now was leaning against the side of the bed with his eyes closed making quiet noises indication his enjoyment. Suzy moved slightly to one side, again mindful of the camera, and kneeled in front of Tom and began slowly lick Tom's balls and dick slowly from bottom to top. His dick twitched ever so slightly at the end of each stroke.

After a few moments of this, Suzy took his massive cock in her mouth and I could see her working her tongue around its head. She pulled off to allow me to see her pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit at its end, with Tom jumping at each new touch. She then took as much into her mouth as possible and began fucking Tom with her mouth as he moaned in pleasure.

By this time I was moaning in pleasure as well, and had to consciously slow my own stroking down to ensure that I didn't finish before the movie did. "I'm getting close," Tom warned. Suzanne took the cue and sped up her movements as Tom reached down and gently held her head. "I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming," Tom whispered as he began to shoot his cum into the back of my wife's throat. I could hear Suzy struggling to swallow what must have been a massive, pent up load, and watched the overflow dribble down her cheek as she pulled away.

"Oh Senora," said Tom out of breath. "That's was worth much more than thirty-five dollars! Next service is for free!"

"Really?" exaggerated Suzy. "Then how about servicing this," said Suzy falling back onto the bed with her spread legs hanging off the edge revealing her bare, and by now visibly soaked pussy.

Tom kneeled in front of Suzanne's womanhood, and gently parted her cunt lips with his fingers. He made small circles around her erect clit causing her to jump every time he touched its exposed tip. She moaned softly as he pressed two fingers inside and began to pump them in and out. Her wetness was evident on his fingers and her breathing was becoming shorter and shallower as she began to arch and un-arch her back - all signs I knew so well as an approaching orgasm.

Tom pulled his fingers from my wife's cunt, and put them up for Suzy to lick clean, then put his head between her legs. I couldn't see the details of what was happening because of Tom's head, but could hear the soft slurping of Tom's tongue on her clit. I watched, stroking my own cock now very near cumming, as Suzy began making the noises I recognized as reaching the point of no return. She reached down with both hands, pressing Tom's face into her cunt as she began her orgasmic spasms while gasping "Oh god, I'm cummmmiiiinnng." Her twitching slowed, and then stopped, as she gently pushed Tom away as I reached my own orgasm splashing cum all over my shirt and the arm of the chair I was sitting in. "Wow," both Suzy and I said simultaneously.

Suzy and Tom both sat up and turned to the camera. "Hope you liked it," said Suzanne with a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"See you soon buddy," added Tom.

Suzy explained later that while Tom was okay with a one-on-one with her if it was okay with me, he felt really guilty about leaving me out. That's how they cooked up the home-made cheesy porno scheme as way to include me, even if it was kind of after the fact. They'd made the tape, transferred it to DVD on the computer, and got it to the FEDEX drop at the airport before the midnight cutoff so I'd get it the next day. She didn't want to put any identifying markings on it in case it got lost. We still laugh at the thought of it showing up on the internet someday because somebody intercepted it in transit and made a copy.

That was the first and last one-on-one between my wife and Tom, in fact we hadn't had any of our joint sexual escapades since then. Not because anybody ended things, but because a month later Tom met Yvette. Tom had always been a one-woman man, even in Suzy's case where she was married to his best friend! He would say that "One woman was enough, and sometimes too many!"

Yvette had thrown him in a way no other woman ever had, and he wasn't about to cheat on her. We weren't sure exactly what he had told her about Suzy and me, but suspected that he must have told her something. She would make comments about relationships that could be interpreted in different ways, or Suzy or I would catch a look between them when topics of conversation turned to anything remotely sexual. But the bottom line was we didn't know what she knew, nor cared if it didn't get in the way of our friendship with Tom.

I had to admit that I missed Tom joining us for what we laughingly called a Poor Man's Orgy. "Can you technically call three people an orgy?" We'd joke, usually after a good fuck session fueled by lots of wine. Suzanne and I had speculated on what it would be like to include Yvette in our lovemaking, but agreed that it had to be Tom's idea, not ours. Suzy admitted that it would be a turn on for her to see me with another woman, as much as it scared her -- much the same feelings I experienced the first time she was with Tom. We included that as a fantasy scenario in our own sex sessions, but never imagined that it would come true.

"Reservations aren't until seven," noted Suzy, "so we have time for a quickie."

"Baby, you know how bad I want you right now," I said as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

"But...." said Suzy pulling away with a pout. "You're too tired from your trip or some such nonsense."

"Oh sweetheart, it's just not that...exactly. I just spent seven hours in airports and airplanes and frankly I stink and really need a shower. But more importantly," I continued, "I haven't hardly seen you in the last month and a half so plan on taking my time and enjoying every inch of that gorgeous body of yours. I don't want to be rushed."

"Well, when you put it that way," cooed Suzy putting her arms around my neck. "I guess I understand."

Dinner was great and Tom and Yvette appeared more in love than ever. Suzy and I agreed in the car on the way to meet them at the restaurant that we wouldn't be surprised to hear about them getting engaged in the near future. When the dessert menu came, we were all stuffed and just stared at each other, nobody wanting to keep anybody else from ordering something. Suzy broke the silence with "Hey, I know, how about everybody back to our place for a nightcap and a dip in the hot tub." Tom and Yvette agreed and we headed back to our place.

It was a perfect night for a dip in the tub as Suzy opened the sliding glass door to the patio, flipped on the lights, and excused herself to change into her suit. If it had been just Tom, she wouldn't have bothered with a suit, but since Yvette was coming, she said she "felt obliged." The doorbell rang as Tom and Yvette burst into the kitchen without waiting for me to answer the door. "Really gotta get that lock fixed," I said, "You never know what'll come wandering in."

"Yeah, well does it help if it comes in with two bottles of good wine?" laughed Tom swinging a bottle in each hand.

"Why do you put up with this guy?" I said to Yvette with a chuckle.

"Sometimes I really don't know," she answered. "Oh, shit! I forgot to call my mom and wish her a happy birthday," said Yvette pulling her cell phone out of her purse.

"Use our phone," I responded. "You won't get any cell reception here unless you go outside to the end of the driveway. I'd complain to my phone company, and they might fix it. Then I couldn't honestly tell my boss that he can't reach me if he tries to call on the weekends!"

"That's okay," said Yvette. "It's long distance so I'll just go sit in the car and make a quick call, we're parked on the street. Pop open that wine and save me a spot in the tub. I'll be back in a few," she said heading for the front door.

I loaned Tom a pair of trunks and he changed in the pool house adjacent to the deck while I opened a bottle of wine and grabbed four glasses from the bar in the living room. I sat the wine and glasses on the edge of the tub and stepped into the pool house to change as Tom lowered himself into the water. I had just slid into a spot next to Tom to continue an earlier conversation about the playoff race underway when Suzanne appeared through the sliding door from the living room wearing the skimpiest bikini she owned. In fact, it was the bikini she had purchased as "bait" for our first seduction of Tom a year and a half ago.

"Whoa Suzy, you're looking hot tonight," said Tom. "Brings back memories." Clearly referring to our first threesome with him that started with a staged game of Truth of Dare in this very hot tub.

Glancing around and realizing that Yvette wasn't there, Suzanne said, "Oh yeah, well how about this?" as she turned and bent over to retrieve the bottle of wine revealing the smooth, round cheeks of her ass barely covered by her bikini bottom.

"Wow, forgot how awesome your wife was buddy," Tom said to me. "I still say you're a lucky guy! And I have to say I miss our extracurricular activity."

"No doubt about that," I said as Suzy slid into the hot tub next to me handing each of us a glass of wine. I gave her quick kiss and a smile and was just about to broach the subject with Tom about inviting Yvette into our secret little sex club, when I heard the front door slam and Yvette appeared.

"Oh, so I see you started without me!" she said feigning displeasure. "Guess I need to catch up. Be right back." And she stepped into the pool room to change. Or so we thought, because when she returned from the pool room into the dimmed light of the patio, the first thing I saw was her absolutely awesome, huge, totally naked tits! My cock immediately twitched at the sight and frankly I felt a little guilty about it with Suzy sitting right next to me. "So what are you staring at?" giggled Yvette, "Never seen a naked woman before? We're all adults here, right? I just didn't want to get another suit dirty for Suzy to have to wash."

"How considerate," Suzanne said with a smile. "But I suspect the boys are appreciating your ?consideration' even more I am!" Suzy gave me a sideways glanced, clearly enjoying the flustered look on my face. Yvette dropped into the hot tub between Suzy and Tom and poured herself a glass of wine. "As a matter of fact, I think Yvette has the right idea!" said Suzy climbing out of the tub. She stepped into the pool room and emerged a few moments later naked herself. Her breasts were not nearly as large as Yvette's, but their perkiness was accentuated by her now very erect nipples stimulated by the cool night air. She dropped back into the hot tub next to me and refilled her and Yvette's wine glasses.

I couldn't help stare at Yvette's tits practically floating on the surface of the water, as my cock continued to stir underneath the water. Suzanne followed my gaze and gave me a sly smile as I felt her hand move up the leg of my trunks and begin caressing my growing member. Suzanne continued to make small talk as she stroked my cock under the bubbling water out of sight of our guests until I was at full attention.

"Hey!" said Tom. "I think somebody over there's getting some action!" suddenly realizing what was going on. "Don't be blowing your junk all over the tub or I'm outa here!" Tom said in mock protest.

"I think somebody's just feeling left out," said Yvette sliding around the tub and rubbing her tits against Tom's arm. "Here, how's this?" she said as she put her hand between his legs and start moving it up and down in the water.

"Ummm," that really feels nice said Tom putting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Now if I can't blow junk all over the hot tub, neither can YOU!" I protested with a laugh.

"Actually, I think I know how to avoid THAT problem," said Yvette. "Stand up Tom." He did and his massive hard on was apparent through his swim trunks that Yvette proceeded to pull down around his ankles allowing his erection to spring free into the night air.

"And exactly what did you have in mind?" Tom asked with a smile.

"Sit down on the edge of the tub and I'll show you," answered Yvette with a sly grin.

Tom sat and Yvette put her face between his legs and slowly ran her tongue from his balls to the tip of his dick, pausing for a moment before pressing her tongue into the slit at its tip. Tom leaned back on his elbows, closed his eyes and gave a soft moan indicating his approval of Yvette's technique. "Mmmm, baby that feels so good."

At this point I had to reach down and stop Suzy's stroking to keep from blowing my load into the water of the hot tub. "Better stop sweetheart, or we'll have to change the filter again!" I warned.

"Well, I think Yvette's showed us how to avoid THAT problem," said Suzanne. "Go sit next your bud over there and I'll see what I can do." I stood, pulled my trunks off letting my cock jump free and sat next to Tom on the edge of the hot tub.

Tom was pretty much oblivious to my presence at that point and now from where I was sitting could see Yvette devouring his manhood. And given Tom's massive dick, that was a pretty impressive sight. I could actually see Yvette's neck bulge as she slid the head of his cock into her throat. I'd never had a woman "deep throat" me before and my cock twitched at the thought of that must feel. It had only been a relatively recent development for Suzy to allow me to come in her mouth and then have her swallow it. Just touching the back of her throat with my dick triggered her gag reflex that could completely derail a good blow job, so I was always very careful to let Suzy take control.

I was continuing to enjoy the Tom and Yvette show when I felt Suzy's warm lips close around the head of my now fully engorged cock, cool from the night breeze. I moaned softly as she took me in her mouth and began moving up and down its length, getting very quickly to the point of no return. "Oh god baby, that feels so nice," I moaned gently holding her head as she fucked my dick with her lips. "I'm gonna cum honey," I warned her.

"Me too," echoed Tom. Yvette and Suzanne locked gazes and began mouth-fucking us in unison. After a couple more strokes Tom half whispered "I'm cumming baby, oh god, oh god, I'm cumming!!!" and began convulsing as he deposited his load into Yvette's eager mouth.

Seeing Tom's orgasm triggered my own. "Me too baby, me too!" I said as what seemed like endless waves of orgasmic bliss washed over my body. I shot seven or eight loads of cum into the back of Suzy's throat as she swallowed it as fast as she could. My body continued with two or three more involuntary spasms as Suzy pulled off of my now spent cock, sat back in the hot tub, licked the last dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth, and gave me a smile that said she was very pleased with herself.

Yvette sat back in the hot tub next to Suzanne and said, "There you go boys, and no dirty filters to clean!!" Yvette looked around and realizing the wine bottle was now empty said, "You know guys, after that the least you could do is buy a girl a drink!"

Tom and I laughed, jumped off the side of the hot tub and went into the house still naked. I went to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine while Tom hit the bathroom. We both converged on the door to the deck at the same time. Yvette and Suzy were sitting next to each other giggling over something.

"And so what are you two plotting?" I asked as I poured another round of wine.

"Oh, just girl talk," said Suzy as I lowered myself into the water next to her.

We sipped our wine and continued our small talk as if nothing had just happened. After a few minutes I noticed Suzy's breathing change and seeming somewhat distracted. At first I thought it was the wine taking full affect but as I placed my hand on her leg under the water, I realized there was already a hand in her lap - Yvette's!! I could feel the rhythmic movement of Yvette's had stroking my wife's love button, and from Suzy's reaction she was clearly enjoying it. Suzy realized that I had caught on to what was happening, and gave me a look as if looking for my approval.

Suzy and I had discussed same sex experiences before in sort of abstract terms, but including them in our sex play had never come up. I told her about jerk off sessions with my buddies in my early teens, but that was as far as it had gone. All that meant was that we jerked ourselves off - we called it "going up and down on boners" -- while perusing our fathers' stolen Playboy magazines. One time during a camping trip a friend suggested a circle jerk and that was the first and last time I ever touched another guy's cock.

Suzy claimed that she had never had a same sex experience at all, but looking back admitted that there were girls she had been attracted to in some way or particularly close to, and that if the opportunity had presented itself, she probably would have done something about it.

Knowing what she thought about Yvette, she was apparently doing something about it now! I smiled at her as she leaned into me, took my hand, placed it on top of Yvette's, leaned back, and closed her eyes. Yvette gave me a knowing glance, intertwined her fingers with mine and together we proceeded to bring my wife to the brink of another orgasm.

If Tom hadn't already picked up on what was happening "beneath the waves," there was no doubt after Suzanne's announcement of "Oh god, oh god, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh I'm cumming," as she convulsed through multiple waves of her orgasm. Yvette and I continued our strokes until she began twitching and pulling back with each touch of her now sensitive clit.

"Wow," Suzanne said, now completely out of breath.

"Looks like Suzy's getting a little extra action over there!" noted Tom.

"You are just really feeling left out tonight aren't you sweetheart?" responded Yvette sliding back around to his side of the tub and rubbing up against him. "Suzy, come over here and let's see what we can do for this poor, poor man." Suzanne slid around to Tom's other side as he rose to sit on the edge of the tub. Yvette started licking his balls one at a time, alternately sucking each one into her mouth, as Suzy pushed him gently onto his back onto the deck and began licking his now hard nipples. Yvette's activities had brought Tom back to full attention and she began running her tongue up and down the length of his rigid member. My own member was by now rigid as well as I began to slowly stroke myself as the show continued.

"Mmmmm," Tom moaned. "That feels really nice."

"Glad you're enjoying it babes," said Yvette, pulling her mouth off of his cock to answer, "But I'm not sure we're being entirely fair to our hostess, I suspect she could use a little something more." Yvette took Suzy by the arm and guided her into a straddle across Tom's chest in a position for him to lick her cunt. Tom took the cue and began tickling the tip of Suzy's now engorged clit with his tongue, giving a soft grunt or moan dependent on what Yvette was doing with at the moment to his cock and balls.

Suzanne began making the noises that I knew indicated an impending orgasm, which Yvette must have recognized as well. She again took Suzy by the arm, took Tom's massive dick in her hand, and guided it into my wife's cunt as she lowered herself onto his pole. She began rocking slowly up and down, not able to take his total length inside. I had to stop touching myself to keep from fouling the hot tub water, but nearly came anyway as Suzy announced "I'm cummming I'm cumming again!!!" as she began another climax.

Tom responded immediately with "Me too, me toooo" as he place his hands on Suzy's waist and pressed her more firmly into him manhood. Suzy leaned forward, pushed her tits against Tom's chest, as he held her close while they both finished their orgasmic convulsions.

They lay still in each others arms for a few quiet moments until Suzy broke the silence as she rolled off of Tom and sat on the edge of the tub, her pussy still glistening with the mixture of her juices mixed with Tom's cum. "You know Steve, you're really not being a very good host. Everybody's cum at this party tonight - some of us more than others - except for Yvette. I think you should do something about that."

"Well, I'd be happy to," I responded, "What did you have in mind?" without any idea what Suzanne was thinking but getting butterflies in my stomach at the thought of the possibilities. The inclusion of outsiders into our sex lives was a relatively recent development, and before tonight, it had only been Tom. Given that neither he nor I were interested in same sex stuff, other than the turn on that came from watching Tom fuck my wife, Suzy was the real "hands on" beneficiary of our activities. I hadn't been with another woman for nearly twenty years and frankly was getting very excited about what I thought was going to happen.

"I want you to come over here and give Yvette a good, hard fuck," she said bluntly. "I think it's the least we can do for our guest." Suzy knew how much it turned me on to hear her "talk dirty" and must have know how much more of a turn on is was having her do it with an audience.

My butterflies returned again as I watched Suzy pull a cushion off the nearby patio chaise lounge and motion to Yvette to lie down. I stood exposing my now raging hard-on, wordlessly walked to the other side of the hot tub, gently parted Yvette's knees as I kneeled between her now spread legs exposing her womanhood. It was the first "live" pussy I had seen since before I had met Suzanne what seemed like so many years ago. Her cunt lips were significantly larger than Suzy's and I could see the end of her engorged clit peeking out of its usual hiding place as well. Tom and Suzanne shifted their positions so they could watch as I reached out and gently parted Yvette's pussy lips and rubbed her oozing lubricant around her opening. She jumped slightly as my fingers touch her clit, and she began to moan softly. "You'd better hurry," she whispered, "I'm not going to last much longer."

I positioned myself to mount her as she reached down and guided my now trembling cock into her pussy. I pushed myself inside and just lay there enjoying the sensation of being inside a woman other than Suzy for the first time in nearly twenty years. "Fuck her baby," Suzy said softly. "Fuck her and make her cum."

I began slowly thrusting in and out of Yvette's pussy knowing that I couldn't last very long. I suddenly had what may be every man's worst fear during sex: ?What if I cum and she doesn't? What if I don't satisfy her?' and slowed my stokes in hopes that wouldn't happen. Yvette dispelled any fears I had as her moans became louder and louder and her breathing deepened indicating an approaching orgasm.

"Fuck her baby. Fuck her HARD. Fuck her for ME baby, make her cum NOW!" Suzy encouraged.

I began thrusting as fast and hard as I could, slapping my balls loudly into Yvette's cunt with each stroke. Her moaning became louder and louder until it suddenly occurred to me that the neighbors could probably hear if they were in the own back yards. But as I approached the point of no return, I really didn't care and blurted out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" as I began my own orgasmic convulsions shooting my load deep into another woman's cunt for the first time in a long time.

"Oh god, me too, me toooo," responded Yvette as she arched her back and called out certainly loud enough for the neighbors to hear "I'm cummming, oh god I'm cumming, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me HARD!" as she arched and un-arched her back with each wave of her climax. As her orgasmic spasms subsided, she slowly relaxed back onto the cushion and lay quietly with me still inside her. The only sounds were our heavy breathing, the gurgling of the hot tub, and crickets in bushes near the deck.

"Wow," was all I could say finally breaking the silence as I rolled off of her and laid on my back on the deck, completely spent and hardly believing what had just happened.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," answered Yvette breathlessly.

"You know," said Suzy, "I know Yvette would probably like to climb back into the hot tub, but knowing how anal Steve is about his filters, we really need to clean you up a bit." She parted Yvette's legs, lowered her head, and began gently licking up my cum as it dribble our of her cunt.

I couldn't believe my eyes and what I thought was my totally used up dick started to get hard all over again. I looked over and Tom was stroking his own now rigid-again manhood at the sight of Suzy cunt-lapping his girlfriend.

Yvette gently pulled Suzy's head into her pussy and I could hear the sounds of her slurping our combined juices from her love hole. Suzy continued her attention of Yvette's cunt and soon her moans started again and quickly built to their ultimate conclusion. "I'm cumming again," announced Yvette, "Oh god, I don't believe it. Oh god. Oh god." She again called out nearly as loudly as before as she gave five or six convulsions indicating the arrival of each climactic wave of pleasure. Suzy continued licking her clean until Yvette's now hyper-sensitive clit couldn't take it any more, and she pushed Suzanne's head away pleading for mercy. "Now THAT's what I call hospitality," Yvette announced and we all laughed.

Suzy planted a long, deep tongue kiss on me that tasted of Yvette's lubricating juices mixed with my own ejaculate, while Tom and Yvette enjoyed a similar embrace. Sexually spent at that point, we opened yet another bottle of wine, climbed back into the hot tub and talked until the wee hours of the morning.

As we walked Tom and Suzy to their car to say our good-byes at day break, Yvette closed by saying "You know, we have to do this again sometime," as if we'd just had a backyard barbeque rather than an orgy.

"Yeah, you're right," I answered. "We DEFINITELY need to do this again." And we did, but you know what they say, "THAT is another story." Stay tuned......

A Lonely Kath Gets Smashed and Jills Off On-Line

A Lonely Kath Gets Smashed and Jills Off On-Line
By: KathHal (LawyersInc@aol.com)

Lament of a "Work Widow" - Jilling Off Alone

Oh, rats and fah and double poo! Hal is out of town for the week, preparing for a trial, and his schedule is such that I did not even ask about going with him.

Upside of being alone: Well, I HAVE caught up with many of my own things-to-do, such as Christmas shopping and planning our holiday party.

Downside of being alone: Not have a good stiff dick around to play with, one that I can kiss when Hal comes in from work, fondle in my hand as I coax it into hardness, and then hold it real tight and run it up into my wet and waiting pussy.

It's evening now, and I just got off the phone with Hal. Fifteen minutes of good sex talk, me playing with my pussy as he told me what he intended to do to/with/for me when he comes home Friday evening, hearing his strained voice as he jacks off for me, miles and miles and miles away.

Yes, his words did give me a good orgasm, especially when he told me that he really missed tonguing "your sweet little ass hole...." and that he intended to do just that, among many other interesting things, on Friday evening.

But now I sit alone at my PC, in my office/den, a glass of wine beside me, the bottle in a chiller bucket on the floor. I've showered, so I am squeaky clean all over.

I am also slightly tight - that is, almost drunk. What the fuck. I like myself that way.

Oh, hell, Kath, throw the robe aside. Get good and naked. Stark naked. Let it all show, girl, even if no one is around to enjoy looking at it.

Yes, much better. I smile at the way my nipples perk up, for they know that something fun is about to happen. I touch them. Hey, gals, you sure are sensitive tonight! How would you like it for Hal to nibble at you? He is a damned good nipple-nibbler, as we all know.

Sip. Now, let's see what else we have around here.

Lordy sakes, there is a real live pussy down there at the bottom of my tummy! Hi, little pussy, like a stroke? Hey, sweet thing, you are damp. Let me rub a finger around down there and treat myself to a taste....of myself!

Hey, dammit, no flavor. I guess I did too good a job washing my pussy in the shower. I must remember not to shower before Hal comes home Friday evening, for he likes my pussy better when it "has some taste to it."

Sitting quietly and just rubbing myself for a few minutes, not trying to work up to a climax, just enjoying the sensation of my own hand on my own cunnie, a pleasure I discovered oh so many years ago.

I smile when I remember the first time I made myself climax with my fingers. It felt so damned good that I almost hurt myself at the end, running three or four fingers up into a young snatch that was far too tight for that sort of thing....and then resting and calming down and realizing that I wanted to do it all over again. Which I did, more slowly, but just as much fun.

When I look down at my pussy when I am in a sitting position, the main visual attraction is the top tuft of my pubic thatch, blondish hair poking demurely up from the V of my groin. OK, let's have a better look, shall we? Any of you guys - and gals, for that matter - who want to take a good long look at Kath's pussy, be my guest!

So I spread my legs slightly, so that when I look down I can see the slit between my labia. (Pussy lips, in schoolyard English.) What a handy little crack for a girl to have, eh? So much fun letting boys poke it with their pee-pees...or so they wish, anyway. I seem to have spent much of my girl hood hearing older persons warn me about letting boys do anything involving my pussy. Only naughty little girls do that sort of thing, and they risk ending up preggers.

So what are horny little girls to do?

Sip sip, pour yourself a refill, Kath, your glass is empty. Now, write on.

Horny little girls do exactly what I am doing right now, at 9:43 P. M. Tuesday. They stroke and rub their pussies until they are good and damp. Yes, like I am becoming right now.

Ah, damn, but that do feel good! When I masturbate in my desk chair, I let my right hand trail down to my groin, so that I can rub the flat of my palm over my entire pussy. Then I commence probing with my middle finger, teasing my clittie and my cleft.

Which I just did, as part of my warm up exercises towards a full-fledged jill off. Oh, yes, Kath, that feels so good!

Everyone who is reading - an assignment for you, right now!

Gals, hands inside your panties, so that you can follow my lead and finger your own pussies. And if the elastic bands are too tight, why, for goodness sake, shove your panties down your legs and sit there naked.....as I am doing.

Guys, unzip. That's right, fellows, bring those hardening cocks out into the open so that you can fondle and stroke to your heart's delight as you read. As I think I wrote in a long-ago posting, seeing the reddish crown of a man's penis pop in and out of his fist as he jerks off is a very erotic sight, in my view - and that is something Hal happily does for me frequently, as I jill off for his viewing pleasure.

Sip. Dang, who has been sneaking in here and stealing my wine? I best keep an eye on my bottle, which is getting empty in a hurry.

So, where was I? Oh, yes, encouraging everyone to join me in masturbating. Come, do not be shy, let's all do it together. And you over there, in the blue T-shirt: come stand close to me so that I can give your penis a stroke or two and rub it against my bare boobs as I frig myself with my other hand.

Stroke pause. Ahhhh, up to two fingers in my twat now, and wishing oh longing that I had a good stiff cock tonight.

Huh? You want to let me have your penis for a while? Well, OK, come over here and let me play with it. Dang but you are HARD! You like the touch of Kath's soft fingers on your shaft? I am stroking you so hard that your balls are doing a little dance in their sack.

Hey, sorry, but no blow jobs tonight. I don't fuck other men, or anything else, unless an approving Hal is here, doing the other wife. You DO have a gorgeous dick, and I like the drops of pre-cum that are on the tip. But for now, just let me play with it as I jill off.

Oh, go ahead, rubbing your shaft against my boobs is not off limits. Bunch them up around your cock, so that you are titty-fucking me.

Sip. Bottle has only an inch or so left. Wow but I am getting plastered. And I am now three fingers into my snatch......work it, girl, give Ms. Pussy some fun.

Ha. Idea. When I was about 12, and just learning to masturbate, I wanted to feel something inside my pussy. I had accidentally broken my cherry the previous summer (horse riding thing, ouch!) And thus I had learned how good one's fingers felt in one's snatch. What else would go there?

Silly girl, why not try your hair brush handle? Well, I did then, and now, more than two decades later, I just zipped into the bedroom and grabbed my hair brush, and the tube of KY that Hal and I keep on our night stand. (Used mainly for anal sex, for my cunt is large enough to take his prick with comfort.)

Smashed out of my mind. Not sure how much longer I can go on.

OK, here goes. One of you gals please take hold of the brush, the bristle end, and put the tip of the handle against my cunt. Yeah that is right rub it back and forth and now real slowly push it inside me. Oh yes god but I never thought a piece of plastic could feel so good.

Pause. I stuck some fingers in to supplement the brush handle, and I put my other hand back behind me and teased my ass hole and finally stuck a finger into my anus. Magnfiicent orgasm, one that had me bouncing on the chair. Oh yes.

Now, kiddies, shall we all climax together? Come on, guys, let that cum fly through the air. Come on, gals, make some whoops and hollers of joy.

Whew. Kath now smashed. Kath going to bed. Good night everyone goodnight.

Kath

Dream Job (Everyman's Fantasy)

Dream Job (Everyman's Fantasy)
By: Exakta66 (Exakta66@Optonline.net)

The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening, as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to flare, as discussions had become as hot as the California sunshine. Arguments were heard and heard again with no end in sight.

"Look," said the chairman flatly, "we have to find a solution and soon. The dropout rate in the Southern California School system is at an all time high. Attendance rates are the worst in decades. Our federal funding is in jeopardy. If we don't fix this problem immediately, all our paychecks will be on the line. Believe me, heads will roll."

His words were ominous. Suddenly you could hear a pin drop.

"We will adjourn and reconvene in the morning," he added in a serious tone, "we are all tired and we are getting nowhere tonight."

The next day's meeting got off relatively smoothly. People seemed refreshed and a bit more spirited than the previous night.

The usual suggestions of tying teachers' pay to student test scores and other accountability issues were once again debated and shot down. Once again the meeting seemed to be going nowhere. The chairman was visibly frustrated.

"Mr. Chairman, I have a suggestion," said a female voice from the crowd.

"State your name please," said the chairman.

"Elizabeth Rodriguez," stated the woman, "my daughter goes to school here."

"OK, Ms. Rodriguez," said the chairman, "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I've been thinking," began the woman. "It seems to me the only way to correct the problem is to completely revise the curriculum. The reason why attendance rates are so poor and the dropout rate so high, is that students are just not interested. I mean who really cares what the capital of Lithuania is anyway?"

"Well, Ms. Rodriguez, what do you have in mind?" asked the chairman flatly.

"I think students should be taught real life skills," said the woman in a determined voice, "Like oral sex."

There were audible moans and giggles from the crowd.

"Oral sex?" The chairman seemed perplexed. "So, you mean to tell me you would have your daughter taught oral sex in school instead of geography?"

"Well, yes," continued the woman hesitantly, "I mean if it would keep her in school and perhaps make her more suitable for marriage."

There was laughter from the audience.

"At least you know she will do her homework!" shouted a voice in the crowd. More laughter was heard.

"OK, I see your point. I think this is a bit extreme, but at this point I'm willing to try anything," said the chairman, "I doubt it will pass, but I will at least put it to a vote after lunch. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Lunchtime came and went rather uneventfully though it was clear what the main topic of discussion was at everyone's table. After lunch, as promised, the new curriculum was voted on.

"Has the board made a decision?" questioned the chairman.

"Yes we have, Mr. Chairman."

"How say ye?"

"We vote in favor of the new curriculum by a margin of one vote."

There was an undercurrent of hushed moans, giggles and general muffled conversation.

"Well, this is a surprise," stated the chairman. "I need to get this going right away if we are to institute these changes by the start of the school year."

He then turned to one of his assistants, a shapely brunette in her mid twenties. "Miss Dover, I am appointing you head of the special committee to institute the revised curriculum. I need a plan drawn up by tomorrow morning. We will meet again at nine sharp."

"Yes, Mr. Chairman," said Miss Dover quietly.

Nine o'clock the next day rolled around and the meeting was packed. Word got out about the new changes and it was the talk of the town. Many people showed up to see and hear what would happen. This was big news in town and no one wanted to miss it.

"The meeting will come to order," stated the chairman. "Miss Dover, what are your findings?"

"Mr. Chairman," said Miss Dover in a quiet deliberate tone, "I have done some research and asked people who I acknowledge to be experts in the field and they all tell me the same thing."

"Go ahead, Miss Dover."

"Well, we should start these changes off on a trial basis in one high school only at first."

"Do you have a school in mind, Miss Dover?" asked the chairman.

"Yes sir. The Desiree Morehead Academy in Southern California near the beach is an elite yet progressive all girls school that would be perfect as a test vehicle for this project. The student body is a relatively small but accomplished group of girls known for being the best and brightest in their community."

"Fine, sounds perfect," said the chairman. "Have you come up with a teacher who will be willing to teach these young women the fine art of oral sex?"

"Well yes," added Miss Dover, "Everyone I spoke to mentioned the same name."

"And who, may I ask, is this person?"

"His name is Alan Walters. He is an expert in human sexuality. He was working at a major university in New Jersey on a project involving the effects of oral stimuli on the female orgasm. I am told that project is done. He is also the leading authority on oral sex in the free world."

"Yes, yes!" a female voice cried out. "Get him here! I mean, um, yes, bring him here."

Muffled laughter could be heard in the background.

"OK, Miss Dover," stated the chairman. "You have one week to get him here."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Chairman! You won't regret it."

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It was early one morning, as I was lying half-awake in bed. I was in the middle of a private teaching session with one of my colleagues. Suddenly the phone rang. Who the heck could be calling me at this hour? Anyone who knows me knows I am not a real morning person.

"Excuse me Cheryl, lift your head a moment I need to reach the phone." I reached my arm out and fumbled for the receiver.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Alan Walters?" asked the caller.

"Um, yes it is, how can I help you?"

"Oh Mr. Walters, I'm so glad I reached you," continued the caller. "Are you working right now?"

"Um, no. I was involved in a research project at Rutgers University exploring the effects of oral stimuli on female orgasm but the project ended and the grant will not be renewed. So, I am currently not working," I answered.

"Could you just reiterate your credentials, briefly for me."

"Well, I have a degree in human sexuality with a minor in psychology. I also have a master's in teaching. Why?" I asked.

"Wow, that is perfect. Would you be interested in accepting a teaching position at a prestigious school?" the voice asked.

"Well, that is what I set out to do. Who is this anyway?"

"Sir, my name is Miss Dover. I am with the Southern California Board of Education and I need to meet with you as soon as possible. Can we meet tomorrow afternoon for lunch?"

"Sure, I don't see why not," I said.

"Great, talk to you tomorrow."

After working out the details of the meeting I pondered the brief conversation. Southern California, hmm. Sounded good. I guessed I could teach there. Probably be teaching the history of human sexuality at some community college to a bunch of dimwitted geeks. Heck, at least the weather would be nice. If I did decide to go at least I wouldn't have much to pack. My ex-wife took about everything except my Les Paul guitar and Mesa amp, my blues records and my Exakta camera.

********************

The next day arrived and I made my way to my scheduled meeting spot to meet with Miss Dover. She had chosen to meet me at a local bar of all places. I found myself an empty booth and ordered a Guinness. Minutes later a very shapely brunette of about 25 came in and started walking directly towards my booth. She had on a low cut red dress that looked like it was painted on. For all I know it was. She sat down in the seat across from mine and leaned over.

"You must be Alan Walters," she said.

"Yes, you can call me Alan," I replied. "You must be Miss Dover."

"Yes, but you can call me Ilene."

Ilene Dover. Hmmm. I leaned over to get a better view of that cleavage. Or at least I wanted to. "Tell me more about this teaching position," I inquired. "What is the course and what community college will I end my career at?"

"Actually, you will be teaching oral sex to high school seniors at a prestigious all-girls' school in Southern California," she said as she leaned over and touched my arm.

"Um, excuse me. For a moment there is sounded like you said I will be teaching oral sex at an all-girls school in Southern California." I was surprised I got those words out.

"Yes. It is part of a new curriculum. Don't worry. We will pay all your moving expenses. We will set you up in a house on the beach and provide your transportation."

I could feel her knee against my inner thigh at this point.

"You mean a company car as well?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm sure that can be arranged." She was stroking my arm in a very sensual manner at this point. "So, are you interested?"

"Um, yes." I managed to get the words out somehow. "Um, when do I start?"

"I just have to make certain you are as good in bed as your reputation," she said coyly, a sheepish grin on her face. "You are known as the best oral sex expert in the world."

"Um, yes, but, um, wouldn't me having sex with you be unprofessional and unethical considering you would be my employer?" I was nervous at her continued advances.

"Oh please!" she insisted, "Please, I'll pay you!"

Hmmm. I thought, well, I could use the money.

"How much?" I asked cautiously.

"I have a thousand in small unmarked bills and I can tip you a couple hundred after I go to the ATM later this afternoon."

Hmmm. Seemed fair she would give me a tip. I planned on giving her a tip, and then some. We ended up at a local hotel. After sweating up the sheets a bit we shared a cigarette. Afterwards I heard her on the phone...

"Yes Mr. Chairman, he lives up to his reputation. And then some."

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Arriving in Southern California was a bit of a relief after the long flight. I found my luggage and made my way out to the meeting area. I spotted Ilene and signaled with a wave.

"Have a good flight?" she asked.

"Not bad. Nice to see you again." It was nice to see her again and she was looking hot in her minidress and no bra. As the sweat built up around her breasts from the hot California sun, you could clearly see her nipples trying to poke through.

Ilene led me by the hand to a convertible parked by the curb. "This is your new ride," she said.

"Hmmm. Porsche Boxster S. Not bad. The red is a bit bright though, don't you think?"

"Get used to it. It was all they had," she replied.

"Where we headed?" I just had to ask.

"To your new home," was the reply.

We wound our way down a narrow, twisty road towards the ocean. I could see a secluded beach house at the end of the road. Ilene pulled the car up to the house and turned off the engine. "We're here," she announced.

I grabbed my bags and walked inside. The living room was spacious with a large ceiling fan quietly churning the warm beach air. There was a large screen TV mounted on the wall. A leather sofa and love seat were the main furnishings. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I snuck a peek into the refrigerator.

"Ah, Guinness. You remembered."

I grabbed a brew from the fridge and popped it open. Ilene then grabbed my hand. "Follow me," she cooed.

Ilene led me into the bedroom. The large four-post bed was reflected in the mirrored ceiling. It looked very inviting. Ilene saw me staring at the bed.

"Don't you think we should break it in?" she asked.

"I don't know, are you going to pay me?"

"Well, I..."

"That's OK, I'm feeling generous today," I said softly in her ear. After an hour or so of foreplay in which I gave her about a dozen orgasms we engaged in a bit of afterplay, easily going through the first ten pages of the Kama Sutra. Ilene lay motionless on the bed in total exhaustion while I decided whether to hit the tennis court later or just go for a swim.

"Wow, your tongue really is amazing," she cooed. "I hope nothing ever happens to it."

"Don't worry babe, I have it insured for a cool million," I replied.

After I drove Miss Dover home I came back and pondered my situation. Soon I would be teaching oral sex to teenage girls. Really didn't sound like hard work, but was it? It was a long time since I actually taught any real students. I really didn't know what to expect from teenage girls these days. I mean were they eager to learn? Would they listen to me and respect me as a teacher? Would they do their homework? Most important, were they hot looking? So much ran through my mind, with my starting date just a few days away.

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The day finally arrived for me to start my new job. Ilene's directions were good and I arrived at the school early. The school was an old, stately-looking place that reminded me of photos I've seen of Oxford. I walked up the steps and was greeted at the front desk by a perky young girl in a sharp looking uniform. She greeted me and told me the Head Mistress was anxious to see me. I followed her to a remote office where a tall woman in a neatly pressed uniform wearing what looked like an officer's cap greeted me.

"Hi, I'm Head Mistress Helga," she stated with a sense of authority. "I'm in charge of discipline here."

"Good, I'm Alan, I'm..."

"If you have any discipline problems just let me know," Helga interrupted.

"Good, I was wondering..."

"We take discipline very seriously here at The Desiree Morehead Academy," she added.

"I understand but I..."

"Yes, how about you, big boy, do you need discipline?" She was now sitting on my knee.

"I um, I ah..."

"Excuse me, Head Mistress Helga," the girl at the front desk reappeared, "I can show Mr. Walters to his new classroom."

"Yes, I'm eager to see it." I got up swiftly, grabbed my briefcase and followed the receptionist to a large old room. I walked in and placed my briefcase on the front desk.

"Hot in here, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, the air conditioner is not working today," she answered. "Should have it fixed by this afternoon."

?Just my luck,' I thought. ?I arrive in California for my first day of teaching and the damn AC is on the fritz. Teaching oral sex to a bunch of hot, fidgety teenagers. What else could go wrong?'

"Your first class should start at nine," she added. "If you need anything, just let me know."

"Thanks. I should be fine."

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I certainly was nervous when the nine o'clock bell approached and the students started to file in. I shouldn't be, I thought. It's not like I never taught before. But somehow the sight of these young women filing in with their neatly pressed school uniforms brought butterflies to my stomach. The last of the girls filed in just as the nine o'clock bell rang. I began my speech: "Good Morning, class. Welcome to Oral Sex 101. I will be your teacher. My name is Professor Walters. I know I can be hard sometimes but you will soon learn to deal with it. You will be expected to have good oral skills to make it to the head of the class. If that is tough for you to swallow, get used to it. I expect you to come every day... um, to class. I do not give loads of homework but I expect you to do all your homework assignments and if you need help I am available after class. If there is any disobedience, Head Mistress Helga and I will hand out discipline and I can assure you she is a tough disciplinarian. Discipline will be hard and swift. Any questions?"

A hand went up in the front row. "Yes, um.." I looked at my seating chart, "Lisa"

"It's hot in here."

"Yes I know," I responded. "The air conditioning is broken."

"Can we take our clothes off?" asked Lisa politely.

?Oh God,' I thought. ?First the air conditioner is broken, next I get nervous and start to ramble now these young girls all want to take their clothes off...jeez, what else could go wrong? Ah, what the heck, it can't really do any harm.'

"OK, you all can take your clothes off if you insist."

"Oh, thank you teacher," one girl said.

"Yes, thank you teacher," another said.

Soon all the girls were standing there in their underwear.

"Teacher, can you help me unhook my bra?" a voice from the second row asked softly.

"OK, OK! I can unhook all of your bras. Just line up in front of my desk in order of bra size. I want the smallest breasted girls first and the biggest tits at the end of the line. Do you hear me?"

"Yes teacher," they all said at once.

********************

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. The alarm went off and my girlfriend Joyce reached over and turned it off. She then nudged me softly...

"Good morning honey, time to wake up."

"Huh," I said.

"Time to wake up. Looks like you were lost in dreamland" she said.

"Yes, I guess I was dreaming. And it was a good one," I said.

"From the looks of that boner it must have been."

"Sure was. Hey, do you feel like playing naughty schoolgirl?" I asked.

"So early?" she asked.

"Yeah, why not. I'm just in the mood." With that I gave her a spank on the butt and she giggled. A good way to start off any day.

04-29-09.

I see You

I see You [part 1 of 3]
By: Geek Writer (geek_writer@yahoo.com)

I C U by geek_writer@yahoo.com *********************************************** "HONEY!!" he screamed. "Sorry!" I yelled, slamming the door.

I was home from college for the weekend and had managed to walk in on my dad in the bathroom three times already. Living with a bunch of girls at college made it pretty unnecessary to lock the door. The problem was, I walked in on him doing something besides going to the bathroom. It made me realize that since my mom died 5 years before, Dad never dated anyone. I guess jerking off was the only way to get a release. I giggled to myself and went downstairs to pee and was washing the dishes in the sink when he came down.

"Honey, please learn to knock when you are going to the bathroom." I smirked at him, "Fix the lock dad and I won't barge in on you beating off!" My face turned red at the comment that had come out of my mouth, probably the same shade as I was seeing on his face. "Jesus Angela, I don't know what the hell they teach you at school" he replied softly.

I turned off the water and turned to face him. "Dad, it's been FIVE years since Mom died, and I know with her being in the hospital for so long it's been a long time for you. It's pretty natural." I smiled and sat down as his jaw dropped. "Dad, I'm 20 years old and I probably know more about sex than you do, you need to be healthy!!"

"Angela, can we not....wait.." he said pausing taking a deep breath. "You're right, you are a woman now and we should be able to talk about stuff like this. To me, sometimes you are still my little girl, sorry honey."

Sitting at the kitchen table next to him, I took his hand. "It's okay Dad. I know you loved Mom, and she loved you. But that doesn't mean you can't date again, or even have a one night stand" I chuckled as he groaned. "Old fogie..." I muttered getting up.

I went back to school that sunday and hung around the common room in my suite after finishing my homework and stowing my carepackage Dad had put together. While in the middle of a Friends re-run, Sandy crashed through the door, dramatic as always.

"BOYS! Ah'm surrounded by BOYS I'm tellin ya!" and stomped into her room.

Sandy was raised southern, had a thick southern accent, and tried to portray herself as the prim, perfect, southern belle. I, of course, knew that she was a total fuckmonkey when she had more than two beers and vain enough that she might work perfectly into my plan.

"What happened sweets? Darryl come too soon again?" I said batting my eyelashes while leaning on the doorjam of her room. "What? Oh. Fuck you Ange...Yes, but Fuck you anyway..." she added hotly with a hint of a smile. She and I always got along famously for some reason being total opposites. Blond hair, big boobs, shapely hips and a firm ass countered my short darkhaired track scholarship body. I had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing near the beefy studs she hung out with.

"Y'all know what I need?" "Y'all need to drop the shit Sand, it's me." She turned to yell at me, and realized I was seeing through her bullshit. She smiled sweetly and cocked her head at her bed. We both sat down and got comfy. "You know what I need sweets? I need something new, something unpredictable, something crazy!" "How about older?" I wondered innocently. "Older? Whadya mean? Old Old?" "No, like my Dad older..." "Yeah, sure Ange, like I'm gonna fuck your Dad..." "Hmph, suit yourself." I said nonchalantly getting up and going out of the room. I thought she would follow me, based solely on the challenge I had laid at her feet, but I heard her unpacking her shit. I went out, watched some TV, and went to my room and shut the door. I read some of my homework listening to the girls come and go and crawled into bed around 11.

A pleasurable licking sensation woke me about an hour later. I could feel Sandy's big tits brushing the insides of my thighs as her talented tongue went to work on my clit. I spread my legs wider while I reached my hands down and guided her around my crotch as her tongue traced the alphabet on my clit. She added her fingers inside me at around C and by the time she got to the letter L I was thrashing quietly on the bed. Seconds later her lips met mine as I tasted my juices on her face and lips. Wrapping my legs around her brought the strapon she was wearing up to the entrance of my pussy. Thrusting gently, she worked it inside me until I was full of her cock. Unstrapping the belt from her waist, she began working the double headed dildo in and out of both of our cunts. I added my hand to hers and sped up the pace, using my other hand to fondle her full breasts.

"Oh god" I whispered, hissing between my teeth as the ridges in the dildo rubbed my clit and the head of it brushed faster and faster on my g-spot.

"Mmmmm, you like the cock, don't you slut?" whispered Sandy. She always seemed to take the dominant role in our nightly sessions. I nodded breathing heavier and faster, feeling a slight rush of juice from my cunt as the angle changed and the ridges flipped my clit roughly. I bit into her shoulder to keep from crying out, feeling her full hot breasts heaving with her own efforts as I came. Rather than falling back, I turned the game on her.

Quickly slipping the dildo out of my cunt, I pushed her down onto the bed accompanied by a concerned look and a loud "What the fuck..." from Sandy. I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them to the bed with my left arm, my right hand sliding the dildo as far as it would go. I bent it in the middle and pushed the other side, still slick with my juice, between the cheeks of her ass.

She tried to squirm away but a runners legs are a lot stronger than a southern belle's. I managed to pin her down on her chest with her knees folded under her, the dildo sticking out from her cunt.

"Grab the railing" I said in a demanding tone. "Ange, what the hell.." she whispered softly, almost in awe. It seemed as if I had indeed switched a reversal of roles.

"Shut up and grab the bar and spread your legs slut." My voice was low and partially menacing, surprising me with the heat it conveyed. She gasped, grabbing the bar on the headboard and spread her sexy legs apart. I grabbed the dildo and thrust it in at out of her, accompanied by loud moaning.

"You gotta scream, do it into the pillow." She quickly pushed the pillow into place and laid her cheek down, turning her head to look at me. I watched her eyes slowly close in pleasure as I ran the slick end of the dildo over her asshole, sliding the other end into her cunt. My free hand reached under her heavy breast and played with the nipple and fondled the weight of it.

"You like that? You like being my bitch you little slut?" "Mmmmm, yes. Yes...Mistress. I only want to please you Mistress." As she said Mistress, goosebumps rose from her skin. "A ha!" I chortled to myself, sliding the head of the dildo over her pickered anus.

"Do you want my cock in your ass slut? Do you?" As I said it, I pushed down, applying pressure but not pushing it inside her. By now her mouth was open wide, pleasure written in the curve of her lips, her long blond hair spilling down the arch of her back and the grip on the headboard. "Uh Uh Uhhhh oh yessss, please Mistress, please do whatever you want. I am your slave...ohhhhhh..."

I had to admit I was getting pretty wet at this point, from the power I was wielding and from Sandy getting off in a major way. I had her, now to get her to do what I wanted.

"You want it huh? You want both ends in you don't you?" Frantic nodding and moaning into the pillow. "You'll do anything I ask, just to get this won't you?" Again, frantic nodding and moaning into the pillow. She was pushing back against the dildo to try to get it into her. "Good, remember you said that slut." I pushed the tip slowly in saying, "Look at me..."

She turned her head, her face the image of lust and wantonness. I slid it into her ass slowly, her mouth spreading wide as she relaxed and allowed the dildo inside her. I started moving it back and forth, her mouth now etched in a silent scream of pleasure.

"You are coming home with me this weekend, you are going to dress up like a wanton slut so you can give my father the time of his life."

Her eyes shot open even wider as reality started to intrude, so I started pumping the dildo in and out of her holes and applied my tongue to her swollen clit. She cried out loudly once, stifiling her screams into the pillow. I stared up at her arms wrapping the pillow around her face, the fingers clutching in spasm. Watching her body rock with pleasure had my own clit buzzing.

At one point I saw her pull the pillow down so her eyes were uncovered, her mouth and nose still making plenty of noise in the pillow. Our eyes met, she nodded once and she abandoned herself to the pleasure I gave her for the next hour with tongue, fingers, dildo and lips. ***************************************************************** If you like this and want to see more, please email me! geek_writer@yahoo.com