A Deal with Day Laborers

(c) 2022 by SirRender

I can’t believe that I’m writing this down, but I just have to get this off my chest in the hope that my guilt for cheating on my husband goes away.

My name is Melissa. I am 26 and have been married to my husband Trevor for five years. In all that time I never cheated; never even thought about cheating. What happened wasn’t really my fault… at first.

I’m a green eyed, strawberry blonde woman, five feet seven inches tall, with a fit body and fantastic breasts, even if I do say so myself.

Trevor works for money outside the home and I stay at home and work on my body. He likes to joke that I am a trophy wife, but he loves me dearly as I love him. The simple fact is he makes good money, we live comfortably, and there’s no need for both of us to earn an income.

As I say, I stay home and work on my body. Well this was in June and the weather was sunny and warm but with a gentle cooling breeze. I decided to start on a nice overall tan for summer, so first I made myself a tall Long Island iced tea with a straw and cocktail umbrella just for funsies, went upstairs and stripped down naked before adding a wide sun hat and large sunglasses to protect my eyes. I wore flip flops out onto the patio where I dusted off one of our two folding chaise lounges, kicked off the flip flops, and laid out on my back.

A bottle of suntan oil was the only other thing I had brought outside with me, and I spent a few minutes liberally applying it all over my legs, starting from the thighs and working down, then on my belly and over my recently waxed bikini area–smoother than a baby’s bottom–then up over my large, round breasts and down each arm.

Living in the suburbs, houses are close enough together that you can see into your neighbors’ windows if they leave their curtains open, but far enough apart that everyone has their own front and back yards and a few feet of lawn or concrete walkway on each side of their house. Our lot has a cinder block wall maybe seven feet high between us and our rear neighbor, and wooden fences on each side. Also about a third of the houses on our block are two stories with the rest only single story. Ours is two, our neighbor to the East is two, but behind and to the West are both single story.

Even with living where I could be seen, I didn’t have a big problem being naked outdoors. I do not consider myself an exhibitionist–I don’t go around in public purposefully exposed, but in my own back yard I’ll be damned if I’ll be told what to wear. This had gotten me in some trouble once before, but that’s a story for a different time.

Okay, so this is me in the future. I came back and decided to write that part in because it helps to explain what happened that day. This was around two years ago. I was at home alone, drinking a cup of hot tea at our kitchen island while wearing my dressing gown and fuzzy kitty slippers. It was a little bit chilly and foggy that morning but inside our climate controlled house it was pleasantly warm, so I didn’t need bundling up and I even left the ties of my gown undone. So anyway, I saw through the front window that the mail truck had come, and after they left I went outside, not even thinking about my still open gown. Most of our neighbors were away at their jobs so I was unlikly to be seen.

It was just a matter of bad timing, because a police car coming down the street from the other direction had been obscured by the postal truck, and there I was out on the sidewalk with my tits hanging out and showing a landing strip of strawberry blonde pussy hair (at that time I was not waxing completely).

For indecent exposure, I was hauled into the local police station. I had one prior incident–a DUI the previous year–so they held me in a jail cell for over an hour until Trevor could arrive to post bail and drive me home. The ironic thing was that they didn’t give me anything to cover up with in the cell until about ten minutes before they released me, so all I had on that whole time–with real criminals staring without shame–was my gossamer thin dressing gown which really didn’t obscure anything–I mean, you can see the shape of my boobs and the pink of my nipples, as well as my pussy hair, through it–and my fuzzy kitty slippers.

Back to the big incident in June. Oh God, I still can’t believe I’m admitting this happened.

I must have fallen asleep in the warm sun and cool breeze, because I awoke with a start at the sound of hammering. First things first, I looked at and quickly rubbed my hands over my body to be sure I hadn’t burned–nope, everything was fine there. Then I looked up and straight, over the cinder block wall, where I saw two men on the roof of our rear neighbor’s house. A tall ladder leaned against the house and several piles of shingles on the roof told me they must be contractors. Betty-Anne has been bugging her husband Chuong to replace their roof for years, looks like he finally bought into ulus escort it.

I watched the men work for a bit, and heard them conversing but could not make out the words. They looked Mexican so I assume they were talking in Spanish. After a few minutes a third guy climbed the ladder, turned his head and clearly saw me lying there naked because he stopped dead and stared. He called to his buddies who stopped their work and turned to look at me.

I decided that they’d already seen everything so why not give them a little a little wave and a smile. And then a fourth guy climbed the ladder to look at me.

How many of them were over there? Oh well, no harm in a little harmless flirting. I picked up my glass and took a long sip through the straw, then set it aside and picked up the bottle of suntan oil. I gave my entire body another going over until my skin was glistening in the late morning sun.

One by one the guys either climbed down the ladder or hopped off the roof. Chuong and Betty-Anne’s back yard is all grass so that was safe for them. My heart began to race, wondering where they were off to. Then four pairs of hands gripped the top of the cinder block wall followed by four faces peeking over.

One of them called out something which sounded like, “Hola, chica. ¿Podemos venir a jugar?” I was able to figure out the hola part, and the chica. The rest, I had no clue. I politely smiled and waved again. They evidently took that as an invitation and were soon scrambling over the wall and into our yard!

I tensed up. Something in my head told me to get up and hurry inside. What were they doing coming into my yard? And while I was lying there completely naked? Well, naked except for the floppy sun hat and big brown sunglasses.

They came around our swimming pool, two on each side. The four of them continued speaking in Spanish but I had no idea what they were saying. Okay so probably not contractors as I had thought, but rather day laborers.

They were soon forming a square around me, just a few feet away. I sat up straight and my arms instinctively crossed over my breasts to hide them. “Do–do any of you speak English?” I stammered.

“Si, I speak a little,” one of the men replied.

“Okay, why are you in my yard?”

“You invited.”

“No. No, I would remember doing that.”

He pointed to the one who had called out first from over the wall and told me, “He asked if we could come and play with you. You say yes.”

Stupid, stupid Melissa. Why didn’t you learn Spanish in high school? No, you had to go and learn French because it was soooo romantic. And now you’ve flirted with and inadvertently invited over four strange, sweaty men because you were trying to be polite when they spoke to you in Spanish. I’ve often been criticized for being too sensitive to other peoples’ feelings and too accommodating, and this day was the ultimate example of that. It got me in well over my head.

With one arm still across my chest, with the other I waved them back. “Well, shoo. Go away now. I’ll let you watch, but only from a distance.”

“¿Cómo?”

I tried to motion going over the wall with one hand outstretched. “Over there. Go back over there and I will let you watch.”

“No lo entiendo.” On seeing my frustration he added, “I not understand. We play or no?”

His three compadres now decided to press their luck and closed in around me, placing their hands on me. One took my hips and pulled my crotch against his, with only his bluejeans and maybe underpants between us. I could tell he was already hard. Another pushed his fingers through my hair and gripped the back of my head while his other hand closed over one of my breasts. He began firmly but slowly squeezing my tit while turning my face toward him and kissing my trembling lips. The third also took hold of a breast and with his other hand slapped my ass lightly but making a sharp sound which rang in my ears over the pumping of blood from my increased heart rate.

When the one guy stopped kissing me, I gasped for air and then said, “Okay, new deal. You can touch, but your clothes stay on. You got that?”

So much for that, as I heard at least two zippers being taken down. A different guy started kissing me, and he pushed his tongue against my lips with such determination that I lost the will to keep my mouth closed. His tongue invaded my mouth, licked over my front teeth and began a dance with my own tongue. I heard another zipper go down, then the fourth. Each of my wrists was taken firmly in a hand and lowered to my sides where my fingers found waiting, hard penises. Out of some deep rooted fantasy or primal instinct, I closed my fingers around them and began to gently stroke.

I started to feel strangely aroused; more than I have ever been. I admit that I get aroused pretty easily anyway, but I had often fantasized about being manhandled by a macho man, so being groped and fondled by yenimahalle escort four of them at once was both a turn on and terrifying. I had only ever had one partner at a time before that day, and I had not had any lover other than my husband since we had started dating six years ago. That is when it also struck me that my experience going to jail for indecent exposure, and being held there still in a state of exposure while surrounded by criminals and police officers alike, had also sparked fantasies of losing control.

“Okay, okay,” I said at last, following another gasp for air. “I’ll jerk you off, but no insertion. No one puts his cock inside me, okay?”

One of the guys slapped the backs of my knees, causing my legs to bend involuntarily, and two other guys put their hands on my shoulders and–gently but with steely determination–convinced me to sink to my knees. I then found four sweaty Mexican dicks around my head.

“We play now,” said the only one who seemed to speak some English.

Well running to the house was now out of the question. I was on my knees and literally surrounded by them. All that I could say came out as a whimper. “Please, just don’t hurt me.” Then my mouth was stuffed full of cock.

I don’t know how long I was there on my knees, servicing one man after another with my mouth and my hands. I know that my jaw was getting sore and my own saliva was running down my chin, my neck and my chest as if my mouth was a water faucet. My knees were also getting sore from scraping on the cement around the swimming pool. I licked cock head, I licked shaft, I sucked cock, I sucked on hairy balls, and my arousal was still increasing even though I knew that this was very, very wrong.

One guy couldn’t hold out any longer and blew three hot wads of semen on my face. The first spurt hit my nose and splattered over my cheeks and into my left eye. As my head instinctively jerked backward, his second spurt hit me on the chin and neck, then his third sprayed all over my left cheek. He grabbed both sides of my head and guided my mouth back to his cock where I slurped him clean, and his hot semen slid down my throat.

The guys helped me to stand and then began to fondle and slap different parts of my anatomy. Within seconds I lost my orientation as the guys turned me around, groping my breasts and ass, bending me forward and back with hands in my hair turning my head every which way for one kiss after another. They spread my legs, and hands got into virtually every crevice, crease and fold of my body. I had hands on my tits, ass and thighs as well as fingers inside my pussy and rubbing my clit. There were hands on my back, hands on my legs and hands on my belly. My mouth would be invaded by a forceful tongue from one guy and then tender, lusty kisses on the lips from another. My breasts were jiggled, squished, bounced and pulled and my ass was smacked more than a few times.

My arousal was building to a fever pitch, but I was starting to get dizzy and it wasn’t only because of raging hormones.

Soon mouths were sucking on my stiff nipples, and each guy had one or two goes at sucking my tits while either groping and slapping my butt or fingering my pussy. Then I truly lost any remaining control when the guys took hold of my legs, spread them apart and hoisted me into the air. They lifted me up–I mean all the way–and held me face up about waist high, with my wrists held together above my head and my legs held wide. My dripping pussy was there now for all to see, and smell. My loss of control was made all the more clear when one of the guys stooped between my spread thighs and gave my pussy a strong lick from base to clitoris. It sent shivers up my spine and I squealed in delight. He gave another lick and I squealed again. Thus began a new round of the guys passing me around, still held in the air, for each guy to eat me out. Meanwhile my tits were being pawed and sucked.

I couldn’t help it; I began to quiver and convulse. The situation, the sensations in my pussy, and my already heightened arousal made my pussy gush.

I had never truly squirted before,but I drenched one guy’s face. I was groaning–loudly–and shuddering as he continued to lick and slurp.

I truly have no idea how long this lasted. The sky was spinning above me as they took turns making me cum over and over, outdoors in what should have been my own private back yard; my protected space. If any of our neighbors were home at the time, they would surely have heard my shameful grunting, squealing and begging for more. They would have heard the guys continuing to talk excitedly in Spanish. They would have seen me losing all sense of propriety. God I hope none of my neighbors were home at the time!

At some point the guys carried me into the house where they took me upstairs to Trevor’s and my bedroom. This, even more than before, should have been my sanctuary. They laid me on the bed and I gave no resistance at all as each man spread my legs apart and fucked me.

While the first guy fucked me kneeling at the foot of the bed, one of his buddies was beside my head feeding me his cock. A third was at my other side with his hand on my hand stroking his cock. I don’t know where the fourth one was, and I didn’t give a damn. I was too sexually charged, too disoriented from being treated like a pinball for half an hour or an hour or two hours or however damn long it had been, and frankly too tired to keep track of how many guys there were. Hell, for all I know two more guys might have joined the party–I wouldn’t have been able to count that high in the state I was in at that point.

The first guy went balls deep in me as he unloaded his sperm into my unprotected womb. I always make Trevor wear a condom as I don’t feel right using female protection. He stumbled off somewhere and was replaced between my legs by the one whom I had just been sucking. He rolled me onto my side and then onto my stomach before wrapping his arms around my waist and hoisting me onto my hands and knees. He then fucked me hard and deep like a dog in my own bed. The one whom I had been stroking off got in front of me and filled my face with his meaty dick. I think he actually came soon after, getting off a couple of shots into the back of my throat before sliding out of my mouth and blasting twice more on my face. A moment later his friend groaned loudly and filled my pussy with more sperm.

They both wandered off, and I lay there with my face in a pool of slobber and semen on my comforter, my ass still in the air as I had no strength even to change my position. But at some point the fourth guy returned to the room. I think I saw he had some of my gemstone rings and gold and silver necklaces on. He may have also had some other items bulging his pockets, but my vision was still blurred and again I was too tired to give a fuck.

But fuck we did. He fucked me hard, he fucked me deep, and he fucked me until my eyes rolled back in my head. All I could do the whole time was whimper like a helpless child each time he thrust into me. He also came inside my unprotected womb.

I had a hard time that afternoon getting my wits about me enough to clean up the mess on and around the bed and put the comforter into the wash, then to clean myself up in the shower before Trevor got home from work. I served him a simple dinner, telling him I had a headache and didn’t feel well, and I went to bed.

* * *

The next morning after Trevor left for work, I cleaned myself up and kept myself indoors with the curtains and blinds closed. I could hear the sounds of hammering and the occasional shouting in Spanish from the direction of Chuong and Betty-Anne’s house.

In my mind I played over the events of the prior day–the ones I could recall–and confronted my unspoken fantasies and turn-ons. I never would have asked for a situation like that, and yet it had played into all of my deepest, darkest desires; public nudity, younger lovers, group sex, the loss of control. I rubbed my pussy and pinched my nipples and gave myself a solid orgasm, though it was nothing like I had felt the day before.

Around one in the afternoon I went to the back door wearing my highest, spikiest heels and that same see through dressing gown I had been wearing when I got arrested for indecent exposure. This time it was tied, but after opening the door and whistling at the guys, I let the tie fall and the gown fell open to expose my nudity.

The guys stopped at the wall and looked over, anxiously.

“Would you boys like some lunch?” I called, miming holding a plate and bringing food to my mouth. The guys scampered over the wall and, more cautiously than the day before, made their way around our pool and toward the door where I was standing baring everything.

“Is you husband at home?” asked the one guy who spoke any English.

“No,” I replied, and then stretched with one hand up as high as I could reach on the doorjamb.

“Can we play?” he asked.

“Sure, come on in.” I turned and strode on my high heels into the dining room, leaving the door wide open for them. They soon followed.

I got them all something to drink and fed them what I could find in the fridge which was easy to make. As they sat and ate, cooling down from their hot, manual labor up on the roof, they began to ease up and get more chatty with each other.

I sat with them at the table, drinking another Long Island iced tea and pretending I had any idea what they were saying. Again I smiled politely and joined in when any of them would laugh. Then, the orgasmic fog having lifted from the day before, I noticed one of them was indeed wearing one of my rings on his pinkie!

“Hey, that’s mine!” I suddenly shouted, pointing at the ring. “Give that back.” I leaned across the table, momentarily forgetting that my heavy breasts were exposed, and tried to take it from him. Another man, thankfully the English speaker, took hold of both of my arms from behind.

“Relax chica,” he said in a soothing, low tone near my left ear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. “Pablo didn’t mean anything by it. Just a souvenir, to remember a hot chica.”

This is just a story about three Las Vegas couples that get together to enjoy themselves over the weekend, without spending a lot of money.

* * * * *

Meet the people

These are just three ordinary couples, who are longtime residents of Las Vegas, who get together once a month to play cards. Living in Las Vegas, most residents don’t go to the strip to play cards, they do it at home. This arrangement saves them money, it helps them avoid the weekend traffic around the resort corridor (The Strip) and lets them unwind after the work week. This group of friends is composed of three couples.

The first couple is Jan (35) and Bob (42). Bob is a tall man at 6’3″ tall, 195 pounds, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Jan is 5’6″ tall, 138 pounds, black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and wears a 32-C cup bra.

The second couple is Barb (25) and Doug (30). Doug is 5’11, 175 pounds, brown hair, and brown eyes. Barb is 5’4″, 128 pounds, long blonde hair, and green eyes, and wears a 28-B bra cup.

The third couple is Debbie (35) and Carl (32). Carl stands 6′, 185 pounds, brown hair, and brown eyes. Debbie is 5’5″, 130 pounds, red hair, brown eyes, and wears a 30-C bra.

All the women are striking in their own way and looked really sexy when dressed or in a tight pair of shorts of jeans. Tonight, they were all wearing panties, bra, a summer dress, and heels. All the Men were considered handsome, and they all wore sneakers, T-Shirts, Shorts and Boxers.

The Game being played is Texas Hold-me

Each person is dealt two cards face down and, on the table, and the flop which is three cards face up in the center of the table. Then each player has a chance to bet on their hand using their two cards, the three on the table, and the two yet to come to make a five-card poker hand, or fold. After the betting round, the next card is dealt face up on the table, and this card is called the turn, and another chance to bet or fold is given to the players. The final card, the river, is dealt face up next to the other four and each player must make the best hand possible. Each player in this local game starts with $50 in chips and the ante is $5 each hand.

The situation

As is the case in most of the Country today, Pot is legal in Nevada, and they indulge every time they get together. Each time a different player brings a strain he likes the most for the others to try. This time it was Barbs turn to bring some and she brought a strain called “Horndog”. So, they drank, passed the pipe, and played cards. Everything was going along fabulously as they won and lost, trading chips back and forth, that is except for Barb who was losing badly.

“Can I borrow some chips from hubby here,” asked Barb?

Bob spoke up, “You know the group rules we have, no borrowing from hubby or anyone else in the game.”

“But I don’t want to quit yet, I’m having too much fun,” Barb said.

Now, no one knew if it was the mood, the drink, or the weed that sparked the next part of this conversation, but Bob took the temperature of everyone at the table.

“Should we give Barb a chance to get back in the game,” Bob asked?

Jan, Bobs wife said, “We’re all adults here and if you want, I have an idea.”

Carl, Debbie’s husband spoke up, “We’re between hands so let’s take a break, pass the pipe around again, and listen to what Jan has come up with.”

They all agreed tandoğan escort and passed the pipe around the table for two more rounds, then Carl said; “Let’s hear what Jan has to say.”

Jan stepped up with her idea.

“If you want to continue in the game without money, you should sell your clothes, but with a few rules. First, you can’t sell them to your spouse, second you must sell them to the top chip holder, and if that is your spouse then you sell them to the next highest chip holder. Third you must buy your clothes back, no giving them back after the person has lost again.”

Carl asked; “At what dollar amount would the girls sell them?”

Carl’s wife Debbie objected; “Hey, shouldn’t the guys be able to sell theirs also if they need to?”

Doug, Barbs husband asked; “Shouldn’t we be sure how many articles each person is wearing?”

Bob agreed; “Yes, we should make sure. How many people have more than three on right now, not counting shoes?”

No one had more than three, so Bob continued.

“And how many have less than three articles of clothing on?”

Again no one answered that question either.

Jan jumped back in with her assessment.

“OK then, it appears we all have three articles of clothing to sell if needed. I suggest that since the women look good in only footwear and then men look weird in just shoes that the Men take off the shoes and women keep their heels.”

They all agreed, and the Ken took off their shoes and sat back down. Then Barb asked a question.

“How much will we get for our clothing?”

Jan stated back to her.

“That’s the interesting and fun part. We started with $50 so we could get $5 for each piece of clothing, and it must be from the outside in. Dress first, then bra, then panties. If you win you can buy the clothes back and if you don’t, you remain naked.”

Beings that was one third of the total buy in at the beginning, they all agreed.

Debbie told Barb, “Don’t feel bad, I’m not far behind you. I’ll be selling my clothes before long.”

Jan announced, “Bob is the top chip holder so if you want to sell to stay in the game, he is your buyer.”

Barb stood and took off all three pieces of clothing and handed them to Bob. Her husband Doug asked her; “Why sell them all at once?”

Barn said, “Don’t be silly, why should I stand and out on a show after each hand. This way ai can continue to play three hands after I’m out.”

Doug was a little nervous about her being naked, she had not been naked in front of anybody but him since they married, and how she sat without a stitch at a poker table. Jan noticed his apprehension and addressed it.

“Don’t worry honey, we’re all adults here and besides I won’t be the only naked player here.”

They passed the pipe one more time around the table to ease any apprehension and continued the game. They played two more hands and Debbie stood, stripped her clothes, gave them to Bob and sat back down. One more hand and Carl, Debbie’s husband did the same. Three out of six players sold their clothes to continue in the game.

Barb won one hand hut it was a small pot, so she just held onto the money as Carl’s chip count was getting low, but one win and he would be OK. Jan announced to the group:

OK, now I’m getting low, and I can’t sell them to Bob, so Carl tunalı escort my only option as far as chips go.”

Carl acknowledged he was.

“Well, that’s $15 to Jan”.

She stripped off her clothes and sat back down. Bob and Carl were the only two at the table with clothes on and enjoyed eyeing the three naked women. Then Barb had a question.

“What happens if we lose and don’t have the money to buy our clothes back?”

Jan being the one who floated this idea in the first place felt obligated to answer.

“If that is the case, you go home without them and get them back tomorrow. But if you feel you can’t do that, I have another idea.”

She left the table and went into the other room and came back a few minutes later with 18 index cards in her hand. She passed out three to each player and they had all three had the players name written on them and each had a different body part. One had Mouth and $5 written on it, one had genital and $10 written on it, and one had ass and $15 written on it. Barb asked her another question.

“What are these for, and what are the dollar amounts for?”

If you can’t bring yourself to leave her naked, you can sell sex with those body parts to buy your clothes back to go home”, Jan explained.

By now everyone was pretty much stoned, and they realized why this strain of weed was called “Horndog”, as it made them all horny and took away their inhibitions. Then Debbie did some math with a bad idea behind it.

“That means you can sell all three and have $15 to lay on and $15 to buy your clothes with.”

Normally this would have sent shock waves through their small group, but in their condition, it didn’t even spark a doubt of what could happen. The next hand Jan won and bought back her clothes from Carl, but just laid them on the floor at her feet. Barb, Doug, and Debbie all sold their “Mouth” card for an additional $5. Bob bought Barbs and Debbie’s, and Jan bought Doug’s. By the time this round was over, they were selling their “Genital” cards. Then Carl had a bad run of luck and ended up naked selling his “Mouth” and Genital Card to Jan. Then Bob made an announcement to the group.

“Only Jan and I are left with money and clothes, and each of you are going to have to honor the sex cards before getting your clothes back.”

Debbie asked, “Do we get to chose who we have sex with?”

Jan answered, “The person holding your card decides who you have to earn your clothes with.”

They played a few more hands between Bob and Jan and the bets were going high. Eventually, Bob had won all Jan’s money, but according to the rules he couldn’t buy her clothes, and he didn’t want the men’s clothes, so the game ended there with him owning all the clothes of the women except Jan, All the women’s sex cards for “Mouth” and “genital” except for Jan, and Jan held the “Mouth” and Genital” sex cards for two of the naked men. Bob went to the closet and brought back an oversized comforter and laid it out on the floor in the living room, assembled everyone to sit down on it, and passed the pipe and filled the drink glasses. As they passed the pipe around, Barb had an objection to the rules.

“Wait a minute, this is not fair to Jan. Bob is going to fuck Debbie and me in the mouth and pussy, but Jan holding the genital cards on the two Men can’t do the türbanlı escort same? Then to get our clothes back, each of us four will have to offer our asses and Bob will enjoy them. But poor Jan can’t fuck the guys in the ass, or can she?”

Jan left the room and came back with a nine-inch strap-on dick in her hand.

“I certainly can fuck their asses and will.”

“And can Bob fuck six holes in one night? What happens if he’s spent, we can’t earn our clothes back, Barb asked?”

Bob explained, “No one said all these cards have to be used tonight, as long as everyone can be trusted to honor their bets.”

Jan came up with another solution and shared it with the crowd.

“The rules were, I couldn’t sell my clothes or sex cards to my husband during the game. The Game is over and if I can convince him to trade, we can exchange cards with each other. Now I like women just as much as men, so I want to trade for some female activity, and that way we don’t have to worry about him passing out or being spent.” This caused Bob to explore that idea.

“Which woman would you want, and which holes would you want?”

I would like to have Barb to play with, but I would also want to direct some of the guys to fuck who I chose.”

“And what would you be willing to trade for it, Jan?”

“I don’t have much except for men’s clothes and sex cards, so what would you want Bob?”

I’ll give you Barbs Mouth and Genital cards, and Debbie’s mouth card.”

“And what do I give you in return?”

“You make out a separate card with the words 24-hour whore on it, and I take your clothes. That means you are mine to do with as I wish for the next 24 hours without objection. But you can’t ignore the male asses you hold cards for, you must do them first, or you can have another woman do them for you.”

“That sounds fair. Does anybody have any objections to this arrangement, Jan asked?”

Nobody objected and they made the trade. As they exchanged the cards and her clothes, Bob told her that she had to suck each cock until it was hard and lick every pussy until it was dripping. Jan started with Bob and then moved on to Carl then Doug. Then she took care of Debbie and Barb to prime the night. As she was licking Barb, Bob entered her pussy from behind and showed no mercy, making a slapping noise everyone could hear. He unloaded inside her bowels as she finished making Barb as wet as could be. When she left Barb, Bob put his cock in Barbs mouth for her to suck him clean from Jan’s ass.

This orgy scenario excited Bob so much it didn’t take long for him to get hard again, and he pushed her legs to her shoulders and entered Barbs asshole. Meanwhile Jan was using Doug’s ass and he was grunting and whining like the anal virgin he was. Jan had him on all fours and put Debbie in the floor below him to suck his cock to completion. Bob looked around as he was using Barb and he saw Carl sucking his cum out of Jan’s sloppy ass, and Debbie sucking Doug from beneath getting him close as Jan continued to analyze him. Carl had straddled Doug and had his cock in Jan’s mouth as she continued to Fuck Doug.

By the time an hour had passed, everyone in the group either sucked, licked, fucked or analyzed one and other spouses. Jan having made the 24-hour whore deal, at 3am she had to drive each couple home while she was naked wearing a clit vibrator, with Bob next to her watching and enjoying her trying to drive while orgasming. After they returned home Bob had his spouse anther two times before they both fell asleep. They woke the next day around noontime and Bob reminded her she was still on her 24-hour clock and took full advantage of it.

It didn’t take long for them to schedule their next poker night.

Brad and Allie were out grocery shopping on the Thursday night before the Saturday celebration cruise. Brad was staying home, as was the long standing custom, if it was your wife’s turn to be the feature ‘entertainment’ for the rest of the partnership. He understood and came to support her submissive drive but disliked the constant intrusion from his boss and senior partner, Mr. Benson.

Benson got from Allie anything he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

So the ping on her cellphone elicited a groan from Brad and a hurried excavation through her purse to retrieve her text. “It’s him,” she said.

‘I need you for an emergency meeting. Come ASAP and dress sexy. This is important.’

They got through check out and home in twenty minutes. She tossed on a very low cut dress that hugged her rear, slipped on some heels, tarted herself up in the mirror, kissed Brad goodbye and bolted out the door.

Benson was impatiently waiting for her when she got off the elevator. “C’mon, we don’t have much time,” he said on the way to the boardroom. “Your my secretary. I have a steno pad for you so pretend to take notes but above all distract him…”

“Him who, sir?”

“John Addison from Bromide Cable…distract him with your sex. I know this guy and we can’t lose this client. He’s got the biggest operation in the city and another firm is pushing hard to represent them. Get his attention going to you and I’ll keep talking.”

“Got it, Mr. Benson.”

Two minutes later Addison was shown into the boardroom.

“John, nice to see you and thanks for taking such a late meeting. John, this is my secretary, Allie.”

Allie was aware of his quick once over as the short dress had to be modestly adjusted when she stood. His covert glance took heavily into account her long legs and her billboard rack that was just dying to be displayed.

“Nice to meet you, Allie.”

As they began their talk Allie pretended to be taking dictation. She would look up occasionally to see him stealing a look at her. To give him the full panorama she slid her chair away from the desk and wrote on the pad in her lap. Every once in awhile she would change her crossed legs just to grab a little more focus.

The only tense moment came when Addison asked Allie if she could “read back what I said about fees? I want to make sure I didn’t say it wrong.”

Benson was in the process of shitting his pants when Allie said, “Addison: ‘My accountants are telling me that one to two percent fees are being tacked on as miscellaneous and with no warning or explanation.'”

“Thanks, Allie…that’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you, Mr. Addison,” she said as sexy as possible in the context of their meeting.

“Anyway…” and their negotiation continued as Benson’s blood pressure returned to normal. They seemed to be coming to an understanding and Benson, over the next half hour, promised to address their grievances and right the wrongs.

As they got up to leave, Benson said, “Say, John, you don’t live here in town do you?”

“No, we’re way out in Westerland, about a two hour drive from here.”

“Well look, it’s getting late and we talked a lot longer than I thought so why don’t you spend the night in town and it’s on me.”

“That sounds great but I should get going.”

“Well, if you change your mind between here and the elevator I should tell you it’s a penthouse suite with a fully stocked bar and I’m sure my able secretary would be glad to join you for a late dinner.”

Addison hadn’t considered this twist and, measuring his ability to resist her companionship, decided it was hopeless and said, “Yes, that sounds great.”

“Wonderful, John! I’ll have a car brought around for you two and I hope we have a solid understanding and we can continue our relationship!”

“I can tell you this much,” and he looked at Allie, “I’ll think about it tonight and depending on how things go, now and in the future, I’m hopeful we’ll be connected for a long time.”

“Excellent. Have fun,” said an exuberant Benson as he closed the door.

Addison and Allie walked together to the elevator. “I hope this is okay with you,” he said.

“I’m sure it will be very enjoyable, Mr. Addison.”

“You don’t have to call me, Mr. Addison.”

“Actually, yes I do.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind, it’s John.”

“Thank you, Mr. Addison.”

He laughed as they got on the elevator.

***

“Driver,” said Addison, “I’m not sure what restaurant we should be going to. I don’t live in the area.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Addison,” answered the driver, “Mr. Benson has taken care of everything and suggests you just sit back and enjoy.”

During the ride Addison called his wife and told her that the meeting ran long and he was spending the night at a hotel. When he hung up he looked over at Benson’s gorgeous secretary with some guilt but moreover a feeling of opportunity.

When they got to the restaurant everything moved along like they were on a conveyor belt. rus escort They were seated in a deliberately dark and romantic area of the restaurant. Basically, all they had to worry about was what to eat and what to drink. They ordered a light meal and as they talked the subject of relationships came up and he asked how many boyfriends she had.

“There must be a line around the block for a girl like you.”

“Not really,” she answered truthfully, “just one.”

“I can hardly believe that. Does he know where you are right now?”

“In general, not exactly.”

After a third cocktail his decorum started to wear off and casual flirting slowly morphed into lust and he decided he was going to take her. Sitting next to her he reached under the table and caressed her thigh.

“I’m probably thirty years older than you and I know what I want and how I want it served.”

“Maybe I want it too.”

“You’ll stay with me at the penthouse tonight then?” he asked still petting her.

“Yes,” she said almost in a whisper, “and I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“You’re a submissive?”

“Yes, and I’m all yours.”

They kissed.

***

When they got back in the limo, Addison referenced his phone and asked the driver to make one stop before the hotel; “the Happy Hour Boutique.” The driver smiled, “Yes sir, Mr. Addison.”

Once they arrived, Addison asked her to come inside and “help me shop.”

While she knew what it was, she’d never had the occasion to be in a sex boutique. He pointed towards racks of naughty clothing and “pick something out for yourself.” She understood the subtext. She was dressing for him. As she sifted through the racks she felt her panties getting damp.

He went off and gleefully filled a store bag with various items he might find useful on his date with Allie. When they got back in the car Addison said, “You’re an unusual secretary. If I was Benson I’d want to work a lot more late nights.”

“Oh, he gets his share of my attention.”

The driver smiled and handed the penthouse key back to Allie.

***

When they reached the hotel, Addison and Allie got out and he stuck his head back in the window asking the driver his name.

“Paul, sir.”

“Paul, if you would like a little executive perk for your fine work, go park the car and come up to the penthouse.”

Completely understanding what he was offering, Paul responded with an enthusiastic, “Thank you, sir!”

Addison and Allie made their way to the suite and when they got inside Addison grabbed her ass and kissed her.

“Now, be a naughty girl and change into that outfit you picked out,” he instructed her, “and then come and show me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Her outfit was appropriately called ‘Very Very Private Secretary’, featuring a black crop top and a micro-mini grey pinstripe skirt, black thigh high stockings and black stilettos. It barely covered anything which was totally the point. Underneath she had a lace push up bra and G-string. Allie’s generous figure challenged the integrity of the seams but it was designed to be too small and ripped off so…

While she was gone Addison fixed drinks for them and the driver once he got there. When she emerged from the bedroom, all Addison could say was “Oh, fuck me, you look amazing.” He could feel the boner pressing against his pants.

She played very coquettish and put her red fingernail on her lower lip and then sucked on it. “Like me, Mr. Addison?”

“‘Like’ isn’t a strong enough word for what I’m feeling right now.

There was a knock on the door and he let the driver in. As soon as he saw her, Paul stopped in his tracks. “Thanks for inviting me, sir!”

“Don’t mention it.”

They sat down and looked at her like she was a work of art, and in many ways she was. The audience was small, but she worked the room like a seasoned stripper, coming up to them and teasing their cocks. She reached between her legs and masturbated before them. “Mmmmmmm, my pussy needs a hard dick in it, can I help you two gentlemen along?”

“Oh fuck…” mumbled Addison.

Getting on her knees she extracted Addison’s cock from his pants and swallowed his shaft to the hilt.

“Oh, god, you little vixen, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he said laughing.

“Men have told me I’m a heart stopper, Mr. Addison,” she cooed. Then she moved on to Paul’s cock and sucked him nearly dry, stopping just in time.

“I’ve heard lawyers in the limo talk about you,” said the driver when he probably shouldn’t have in front of Addison, “and you’re a secretary too?”

“I’m Mr. Benson’s very personal secretary. They talk because I’m also in charge of partnership morale.”

“What does that mean?” asked Addison

Moving closer to him and jerking him off, she said, “It means I’ve fucked all of them.” She made it sound like a lighthearted joke

“This is my happy day since we can have a lot of fun with the company slut, sıhhiye escort eh Paul?” said Addison with a lecherous tone in his voice. Paul smiled and the two disrobed.

“Turn around, Allie.” said

He pulled down the skirt, leaving her with only the nearly invisible G-string. An irresistible sight, he swatted her across her perfectly round ass. “Nice, Allie, very nice.” He reached in his boutique shopping bag and brought out a riding crop which he applied to her rear until she yelped and red marks appeared.

Addison stood up and undressed her completely, periodically slapping her with the crop. “Very sweet tits,” as he stung her sensitive nipples. “Legs apart!” She made a more guttural sound as he struck the front of her pussy with the crop. “Uhn…guuuuhhh…”

Taking hold of her throat from behind, “Who owns you tonight, slut?”

“You do, Mr. Addison.”

He put down the crop and pulled an oversized vibrator out of the bag and jammed it between her legs. Her body shook and involuntarily bent forward as the orgasm built and the juices ran down her thighs.

As her orgasm peaked he said to Paul, “Fuck her now while she’s cumming.”

Paul was in her instantly and her climax tightened around his cock. “Uhnnnnnnnn, fuck…” she screamed with pleasure. While Paul pumped her, Addison readied restraints around a chaise in the middle of the living room and together they laid her on her back and bound her wrists and ankles.

They joyously took turns giving her juicy cunt a work out and with Addison in her she cried, “Harder, sir…fuck me harder…I’m cummmiinnngg again…oh fuck…take me harder, sir…oh god…Uhnnnnnnnn, ahhhhhhhhhh, uhnnnnnnnn.”

No one saw Benson quietly come in the door, their interests being elsewhere. He stayed in the shadows of the hallway for awhile. He was somewhat surprised to see the driver there because he was very controlling as to who he let fuck Allie. He’d address that issue later.

He watched as Addison strapped a ball-gag to her mouth and applied a larger whip to Allie’s exposed genitalia. Slowly he twirled the leather strips and then, unannounced, he snapped the whip, sending a quick jolt and a muzzled scream through the ball-gag. He repeated the sequence several times.

Benson was well aware of Addison’s penchant for BDSM. His intel guys could find out virtually anything but this was an easy one. In closed circles he did a poor job of hiding his fetish and Allie was the perfect bait.

“Fuck her and finish, Paul, I think Allie and I need to be alone now.”

“Yes, sir.” Dutifully, Paul sank his rod in her wetness and fucked her like a madman.

Addison became a voyeuristic cheerleader, “Fuck her…yes, I like it. Mmmmm. That looks so good. Oh ya, Mmmmmmm. Bang the bitch, Paul!”

Paul hit it extremely hard until he pulled out and jerked his wad onto her tits, the sticky cum running down her sides.

“It’s always good to clean up after yourself, Paul,” Addison lectured him as if there was an etiquette to fucking a woman bound to a chaise.

Paul got a damp towel and wiped her, “as good as new, Mr. Addison. Thanks for inviting me.”

As the driver got to the hallway he was, startled to see Benson, shushed and ushered out the door in one fluid motion.

Addison continued to use her. He removed her restraints, told her to lie face down and he redid the restraints.

“I want to plant my cock in your beautiful ass,” he said, slapping her hard until she squealed through the gag. “Ummmpppgggrr!”

He pulled jelly from the bag and unceremoniously rubbed it on her asshole and eased in his dick inch by inch, “Unggggguuuccckk,” until it stretched and he settled into a rhythm. She felt herself cumming again as he reached back and brought the vibrator up between her legs. “Uuuhhhhhhgggggg…hhhhmmmm,” and she felt the climax roar throughout her body.

He pulled her gag off and kept talking to her. “How’s my hot slut? Like my dick up your ass?”

Breathing heavily she got out, “Yes, fuck my ass. I love to be used like a fuck toy.”

He took a big handful of her hair and yanked her head back, using the leverage to go deeper in her ass. She squealed again and he slapped her red streaked buttock.

Looking back over his shoulder he called out, “You might as well come all the way in Benson and sit down to watch me fuck your secretary. I’ve got a proposal for you.”

Benson sheepishly came into the room. He had planned on leaving quickly but got caught up in Addison’s debauchery and couldn’t stop watching. He pulled up a chair.

Maintaining a constant motion Addison said, “I’d like to suggest a deal. You let me buy your secretary away from you and I keep your firm as our representation.”

“I can’t do that.” said Benson resolutely.

“You want our business and I want Allie. Seems like a fair deal to me. I’ve never met a more willing slut in my life, I want her.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“There’s sincan escort a silent agreement.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Look, John, Allie is the wife of one of our junior partners and he got his partnership in exchange for Allie’s subservience to me.”

Addison stopped fucking her and pulled out. “That’s fucking crazy. She’s married?! So, in effect, this girl is married to the firm.”

“I call, she comes and does whatever I ask.”

“C’mon, Bill, let’s make a deal. You give me Allie and I’ll find a position for her husband in my company.”

Benson started to defend his position when Allie, still strapped to the chaise, finally spoke up…

“Mr. Addison, pardon me but it is as Mr. Benson said and I’m not for sale and my husband is not a chess piece.”

Benson unfastened her restraints and she stood up facing Addison, her naked body still glistening with sweat.

“Now I know how much you are craving me right now and the idea of owning my fetish is a powerful pull but it can’t happen, at least not the way you want.

“So, here’s another deal. You are looking at the nicest piece of ass you’ll ever fuck and, frankly, a girl who loves to be used and will do anything you ask.”

She subtly stroked her pussy.

“I’ve been loving the bondage and you fucking me and I’d hoped we’d go all night…

“So as long as you’re relationship with my husband’s firm remains in tact I’m sure Mr. Benson wouldn’t mind loaning me out to you occasionally. Then you can still have me. On the other hand, if you break that agreement, sadly, you’ll never see me again and as much as I’ve enjoyed taking your cock,” and she wrapped her fingers around his dick, “it will just have to remain a happy memory.”

Addison stood in stunned silence looking at her fabulous curves and he wanted nothing more than to go back to fucking and whipping her. He’d never encountered a girl like her, a completely usable slut with a formidable mind. He couldn’t understand how those two things could coexist.

Finally he said, “Deal…Feel free to stay, Benson, and watch me punish this beauty of yours. On your knees bitch and get me hard again.”

“Yes, Mr. Addison, I’d love to,” she said with a smile on her face. She sucked him until he was rock hard and then he pushed her against the kitchen island and fucked her like there’d never be another.

“Love your cock in me, Mr. Addison, make me cum!”

“Call me, John, bitch!”

“Yes, Mr. Addison.”

And Addison fucked her deep into the night, long after Benson had gone and each of the three orgasms he spread out over the time, all three were direct deposits into her never satisfied pussy.

Late into the morning, they fell asleep for a couple of hours before Addison’s wife called around 6:30.

“Oh ya, I had a good night’s sleep and can’t wait to get home, honey.”

He hung up the phone and fucked Allie yet again and shot his ejaculate into her cunt.

***

The driver was waiting for them as they left the hotel and first took Addison to his car where they kissed goodbye and then Paul told Allie that Mr. Benson wanted to see her right away at his office. She protested a bit because she’d been up most of the night but acquiesced, not having the energy to resist.

As the driver opened the limo door and helped Allie out, Paul said, “By the way, thanks for last night.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, subtly grazing his crotch as she got out.

***

“Please sit, Allie,” Benson said, “I know you must be tired from last night so I won’t take much of your time. Just a couple of things. The way you handled Addison was a work of art and I’m realizing your worth a lot more to the firm than a good fuck. You’ve almost single-handedly gotten us a big client and saved us from losing one and right at the moment you’re more valuable than half the partners in the firm. That said, I don’t want you to repeat any of what I’m saying to anyone, including Brad.

“I thought about the possibility of losing you to Addison and I’ll do anything to prevent that so I’m offering you a hundred thousand dollar a year retainer for what we will call a consulting fee. Hopefully it will help keep you and Brad loyal to the firm.

“Personally speaking, that offer is aside from fucking you for my own pleasure. I want full privileges as to where and when I fuck you. If I should direct you to fuck another man for other than business reasons then that’s a gift. If I require you to fuck another man for purely business reasons then that will fall under the heading of the consulting fee. That’s when my little slut becomes a professional.”

She laughed a little.

“You think about what I’m offering and give me an answer next week. Until then I’ll see you Saturday for the celebration cruise and, by the way, Brad called my office this morning and wants to come on the cruise so there’s that. Apparently, he’s comfortable with watching his wife get fucked by every man on the yacht.

“That’s about it except for one more thing that I’ve been unable to figure out. During the first meeting with Addison when you pretended to take dictation, how in the world were you able to read back to him what he said?”

A slow smile crossed her face, “Easy, Mr. Benson. I memorized passages as we went along just in case he asked.”

I avoided Lydia the next day. She seemed like everything was normal, but I needed to speak to Flick, and just felt uncomfortable about what had been happening. Despite how funny Flick had found our kiss at their 21st, this didn’t feel right.

Friday morning, the day Flick was due back, I woke up a little earlier than normal. I could hear Lydia crying in the kitchen. A moment of hesitation, and then I went out there. Before I made it into the hallway, standing in my door, I heard her speaking.

‘I can’t stay here anymore sis. I’m sorry, I kissed him.’ A long pause. ‘I know. But I still feel awful. I like him too much, and it’s not fair on you.’ She kept sniffling. ‘Mmm. Ok. Well. I’ll see you tonight. And doesn’t matter how you feel, I’m still sorry.’

I backed into my room and softly closed my door.

____

My drive to the airport to collect Flick was uncomfortable. I got there early, and waited near the gate. Oh boy.

She was one of the last off the plane, which didn’t help the nerves. She looked at me, smiled sadly (or was that in my head? Was that a normal smile? What was she thinking?) and came over.

‘Hey babe.’

‘Hey.’

‘So, I spoke to Lyds this morning.’

‘Yeah. I don’t know what happened. I guess… Flick, I don’t have much right to say this I suppose, but I love you more than I can handle.’

She smiled at me again. ‘You idiot.’ Then she put her arms around me, and we kissed softly. ‘How could you think I’m mad? I’m a bit surprised it took Lydia this long to do anything! She’s been crazy about you since we started dating.’

‘Uh, what?’

‘Why do you think she’s not been on any dates? I can’t really blame her, I managed to find the best guy in the country and she’s had to watch her twin sister in utter bliss.’

I just stood there, a slight buzzing noise in my head.

‘But then, why did you ask her to move in with us?’

‘Let’s get a drink?’ She took my hand and guided us over to one of the airport bars. I picked up her bag and carried it with us. Late on a Friday, it was reasonably quiet. I sat at the table while she got us a beer each.

‘I missed you,’ I said.

She smirked. ‘Yes, I gather you did.’

‘How was the last day of the class?’

‘Oh, it was fine.’ She took a deep breath. ‘So. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I guess I should apologise too, because I should have said something before now. Might have made the last week or two a bit easier on all of us.’ She put her hand on my leg.

‘But you let it build up inside you and stewed on it? Doesn’t sound much like my Felicity.’

She smacked me and laughed. ‘Shut up. You need to hear me out now, ok? This is a lot for me to be able to admit, and I dunno what it will mean for us, but here goes.’ Another deep breath. ‘I want nothing more than to go back to our house and you to fuck my lights out, right now.’

I grinned despite myself and looked around to see if anyone else heard her. No-one close enough. Shame.

‘But instead I need you to do something else for me. You need to take us home, go into Lydia’s room, and make her feel special.’

I raised an eyebrow, about to speak.

‘No, let me finish.’ She was blushing furiously and she had that “I Want” line creasing her forehead I always found so cute. ‘I mean I want you to make love to her. To my sister.’ She let out a huge sigh. ‘You’re going to think I’m crazy. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while. You guys have an amazing connection. So do we. And I don’t want to mess that up. But. But. And it’s a big but. I can’t bear to see Lyds unhappy, and not being able to be with someone she’s fallen for is tough. Even if it’s you, my own love.’

I was stunned. Look, let’s be real. Who hasn’t dreamed of having a threesome? Or free love? And if you saw two hot twins walking down the street, tell me that your mind doesn’t wonder, what if…? But it’s different when they are real people to you, and you love them.

‘Flick. I… I don’t need or want this. You are the only woman I need to be happy. I didn’t realise Lydia was…’

‘Of course you didn’t you idiot. You’re you. And I know that every time you look at me there’s no one else in the world and I want to go to the bathroom right now and tear off your clothes.’ She squeezed my thigh. Very high up. ‘That’s kind of why I want this to happen. I can trust you more than anyone except Lydia. The two of you are the most important things in the world for me.’

She blushed again. ‘And there’s something else. You know I love being able to try new things. To have sex outdoors, the risk of being seen.’ I grinned at her. ‘Well, this is a new thing I want to try. I want to try sharing my man. I want to know how that feels. And maybe one day if Lydia lets me watch, I want to see what you look like when you fuck.’

No words. I was harder than I’d been in weeks. Since Flick had waltzed into the bedroom wearing that black lacy thing and garter stockings. That was a good night.

‘I get it if you’re not comfortable mamak escort with that I suppose. I dunno, it’s weird.’ She looked down, and I suddenly saw that young woman from our first few classes, shy and uncertain. Then her eyes met mine again, and they were blazing. ‘But I need you to know I am comfortable with it. It’s not just being back with you that has me so horny. It’s that I’ve finally shared this with you. It’s wishing I could have seen you kiss the other night. And it’s imagining you two entwined on our bed. Or her bed. Or wherever. Sorry. I’m weird I know.’

I stared at her. ‘Flick, I love you. And I guess I’m realising now, I love Lydia too. Not the same way, but I do. How could I not? Is this a good idea though? Even assuming I say yes, I couldn’t bear it if it messed things up for us.’ I felt my throat go tight.

She saw it, and smiled. ‘Who knows? But I’m bonded to both of you, and I see you getting closer to Lydia. I think we’ll navigate this together.’

_____

We drove back to the house, hands clasped across the car. I kept looking over at her. Eventually Flick blushed. ‘Stop it. Look at the road.’

When we parked, she stopped me from getting out and took a breath. ‘I’ve texted Lydia. Go into her room now, please.’

Swallowing, I got out of the car, and walked around to her side. We kissed, firmly. ‘I love you Felicity.’

‘I know. I’d say save some for me later, but you know. Don’t hold back.’

This was weird. We went inside, and Lydia was standing in her doorway. All three of us paused, frozen for an interminable heartbeat. Then Flick stepped forward to kiss Lydia on the cheek. ‘Have fun sis.’

She went into our room, shut the door, and left Lydia and I looking at each other.

_______

I don’t recall everything which happened next. Lydia stepped back and I walked in behind her, standing awkwardly in the room as she gently closed the door. I turned to look at her, and we stared. One of us moved, suddenly we were together, kissing. Different. She tasted different. But she felt so similar. I had to remind myself, this is not Flick. This is Lydia.

That kept going through my mind over the next two hours. It was a feeling of deja vu – everything was so similar to being with Flick, but enough was different to throw me off kilter. When she took off her bra, she lifted it rather than dropped it down, though she did the same shimmy with her shoulders to loosen it from her breasts. Which were both just as spectacular as her sisters, with the same wonderfully poky nipples.

Both of us were shaking as we undressed and touched each other, stroking skin, gasping as something new happened or we touched a sensitive spot. When she took my cock in hand, I held my breath. The same, but different. The same fingers, the same grip, but tentative, stroking at first and increasing in confidence, before she bent her head and took me in her mouth. It felt like I wasn’t breathing the whole time she was licking me. This was different. The same mouth, but if my eyes were closed I’d have sworn it was an entirely different person. Flick loved using her tongue when I was in her mouth, Lydia was all about suction. Both were amazing.

There was a thrill just in watching this women, twin to my lover in the bedroom over the hall, with my cock in her mouth as her head bobbed on me. I lifted her up, and we shared a greedy kiss. She grinned as I laid back, and pulled her to rest on my mouth. She held the headboard behind us, and threw her head back with a groan. I held her butt in my hand, raised one up to clasp her breast, and licked her length, plunging my tongue into her. It didn’t take long before she came.

Same, but a bit different.

She toppled off to the side, panting. ‘Wow. Now I get why Flick is so loud,’ and grinned at me. Strange to talk about her sister, my lover, while I was here with her. But although none of this was normal, it felt really good. And right. I felt the spark that had existed between Lydia and I was flaring into a fire.

As we lay there, my hand stroking down her familiar body, over her hip and up to cup her breast, we heard something. Flick. She was moaning. A sound both of us knew well, though the first time when I wasn’t in the room with her. We laughed, and I rolled on top of Lydia.

‘Glad to know we’re all having fun.’

She looked up at me, suddenly serious. ‘More than that. Make love to me John.’

So I did. I thrust against her, rubbing along her outside. Eventually, she begged me to stop, and put it inside.

Which I did. Gently, slowly, steadily, in one motion, I buried myself into her. The same, but just a bit different. Not tighter, but something felt firmer along her sides, yet equally wonderful. How do you not compare two women when you sleep together so quickly one after another? I paused, deep in her, and looked at her. Lydia. Lydia. The slight crinkles around her eyes that folded a different way. The kink in her hair on the side of ofise gelen escort her head. The smile which started in her mouth before her eyes. ‘Lydia.’

‘John.’

No more comparisons, no more words. We moved together, and it was us. Me and Lydia. My hands ran down her sides, I held her butt in my hands and pulled her up into me, as she wrapped her legs around me.

Moaning in stereo. Flick over the hall, Lydia in my ear. The twin beneath me shuddered, clutched me to her, and came. A brief pause, then I started moving again. I turned my head, sucking a nipple into my mouth, and came, erupting deep within her. I dropped my weight onto her, groaned, and we laughed. Leaning up onto my elbows we looked into each others eyes, and kissed, slowly and passionately.

_____

We lay there, legs entwined, for what felt like an age. Talking gently about nothing at all.

There was a gentle knock at the door, and it swung open.

‘You guys! That sounded delightful!’ Flick was standing there, nude. ‘Lydia? Was it all you hoped for?’

She buried her head into the covers, then rolled away from me a bit. ‘What, I’m going to say otherwise with your boyfriend naked in my bed?’

Flick bounced over and sat on the edge of the bed, same side as Lydia. ‘Sorry. But seriously. You’re ok?’

‘Yes.’ Simply stated, we could both hear the contentment in her voice. ‘It was like a dam bursting. Thank you Felicity.’ The twins shared a moment, looking at each other, and reached out to hold hands.

Flick looked up at me, clambered over the bed, and laid down alongside. ‘How about you handsome?’

‘This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. Also one of the most wonderful.’ I rolled onto my back and put my arm around her. ‘How are you? It sounded like you enjoyed yourself a little as well!’

She was so cute when she blushed. I loved she could still get embarrassed by us hearing her play with herself while I was off fucking her sister. ‘Yes.’ A breath. ‘That was the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of, except for when we have sex.’

Lydia laughed and rolled into my other side. ‘You’re telling me!’

Flick’s hand drifted down my chest. ‘Ew! You’re sticky!’

‘What did you expect? I’ve just been inside your sister!’

‘Mmm. Yes. Well. Shower time. Both of you.’

Lydia slapped at her sister’s arm over me. ‘And you! You’ve just got back from a trip and drenched yourself for an hour!’

I was lying in bed with two nude women in my arms. Twin sisters. And I could feel their breasts pressed against my arms and sides. Can you blame me that I got hard again? Because despite her complaints, Flick was still holding and stroking my cock.

‘Mmmm,’ was all she said. I turned to her, and she was biting her lip. ‘Lydia, do you mind if I…’

She laughed. ‘How am I supposed to complain about that? He’s your boyfriend, and you’ve not seen him for a fortnight!’ She got up. ‘I’ll go have my own shower.’

‘No.’ Flick was hesitant as she said this. ‘Lyds, do you. Um. Would you like to stay? And watch?’ She was bright red now. ‘Oh god I’m so weird. I was so turned on listening to the two of you. And the idea of being watched, you know that makes me hot. Can you stay?And watch us?’

Lydia looked from one of us to the other. ‘Yes, please. I don’t know why, but yes.’

It was all Flick needed. She pulled back the sheet and looked down at me. Almost to herself, she muttered ‘Well it’s basically as if it were me on you,’ and bent her head to take me in her mouth.

I think the only reason I didn’t pop then is that I’d just come in Lydia, who looked at me equally astonished, and then at her twin sister, licking her come off my cock.

‘Phew. That was naughty.’ And with that, she climbed on top, and slipped me inside. I grabbed at her breasts as she bent forward to kiss me, slid them around her body and held her tight. ‘I missed this.’

‘Me too.’ And then there were no more words, as she rode me hard, her thighs slapping on mine as she bounced up and down. More than once I saw her glancing over to her sister, as they smiled at each other. I found by the end of it she was holding one of Lydia’s hands, clutching, and realised Lydia was panting too – her other hand between her legs as she stared avidly at our fucking. They came close together, and as Flick arched her chest up, full breasts pointing to the ceiling, I thrust up one last time and emptied myself into her.

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The shower could fit three of us, as it turned out. Only just, and there was a fair bit of squeaking past each other for the soap, or to share the showerhead. I kissed one, then the other, as we basked in the post orgasmic glow. Lydia and Flick scrubbed my back, and I did Lydia. I kissed her shoulder blade and she shivered, before turning to run the loofah over her sisters back. Flick looked back at her and smiled as Lydia imitated me, kissing her sister’s shoulder.

‘Thanks sis. I don’t care how much otele gelen escort you say you wanted this to happen as well, I can’t believe we shared this.’ She wrapped her arms around her twin from behind, crossing over her shimmering breasts, and held her. I felt a twitch in my cock that was only in part due to the eroticism of their naked bodies pressed together under the water. Their love for each other was overwhelming.

I waited as they had their moment, and as Lydia lifted her head, I rejoined them. The three of us cuddled, I kissed them in turn, and we made our way back to the bedroom. As I laid in the middle of them, Lydia turning out the light, Flick spoke up. ‘Now, this is lovely and all, but we can’t do this every night.’

My stomach dropped. I knew this was a bad idea. She was feeling regret over what we’d just done together.

‘Certainly not until we get a bigger bed, I know I’m not going to get a good sleep like this!’

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The next few weeks were a blur. I started teaching a new semester, the full course this time. Uni life can seem easy from the outside, but between the politics of a department and complaints from students, marking, and preparation, it takes it out of you.

And I wasn’t getting the most restful of nights. We did get a bigger bed for my room with Flick, but it was rare to be alone in there. Occasionally I’d spend the night alone with one or the other, more frequently with Flick. Yet while the act of three of us fucking in one room hadn’t happened again, more and more we’d end up sleeping in a pile of tangled arms and legs.

The daytimes were as wonderful – now the sexual tension between Lydia and I had been recognised and opened up, both women were flirty and touchy with me everywhere in the house. I learned that Lydia loved to swallow my come – Flick enjoyed it, but Lydia was obsessed. I nearly always finished in her mouth, or she’d pout at me and complain. A month passed where I had sex with at least one of them each day, aside from three days when we all had a cold and felt like nothing but sleeping. Which even then was nude, cuddled together under a doona.

Lydia and I went on a few dates. It felt strange, though nothing like the physical intimacy was strange. Flick insisted on it, and it was a beautiful idea. It gave us the chance to connect beyond the friendship that we’d had so far, as we found unique interests and bonds that neither of us expected.

And then I’d take her home and rail her in her bed while her sister listened from the kitchen.

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Their birthday was coming around again, 22 this time. While we didn’t have anything as impressive as their last party, I did want to spoil them. I booked a table at a French restaurant for three, we dressed the part, and made an evening of it. The food was great, the wine was wonderful, and the company too. Although we were discrete when in public, I think if someone watched us closely over the two hours we were there, they’d discern the pattern. My hand holding each of theirs in turn. A little bit of casual foot rubbing under the table.

When we got back, we were drunk. Not wildly, like their last birthday, but on the other side of tipsy. Which I think was the spur we needed for what happened next.

I threw my jacket on the back of my chair, and looked around. The twins had followed me in the bedroom, and Flick was advancing. I knew that predatory look, and faked being cornered, searching for a way out.

‘Quick, Lydia, block the exit!’ Flick called as she pounced on me. A flurry of clothes later, and the two of us were nude. Lydia stood in the doorway, a touch uncertain, but laughing at us.

‘Well, have fun you two.’

‘Nope! It’s our birthday sis! You’re not missing out.’ She pushed me towards her sister. ‘Go on! Take off her clothes too.’ Flick crashed to sit on the edge of the bed, cradling her chin in her hands as she watched. Nude. Her breasts still somehow perky as she leaned over her knees.

I tore my eyes from her to Lydia. She hadn’t moved, so continuing the theme, I prowled over to her, and wrapped her up in my arms. She squealed.

‘Alright, alright!’ She got out as I unzipped her dress, unhooked her bra, and slid the whole lot down on the floor at once. Quite the move, I must say.

Flick ran her tongue over her lips. ‘Lydia, go down on him.’

We both looked at her. Alcohol was a great disinhibitor. Normally reserved, emerging from her shell the last year or so, this was a new level for Flick. One I personally quite liked, as Lydia bit her own lip, nodded, and knelt down to my already hard cock. My gaze drifted between the two sisters, one on her knees sucking me, the other staring without blinking at her twin. And then she slid a hand between her legs, and saw her make a long, slow blink as she started to moan.

I nearly came at that sight, and the sensations of Lydia’s mouth. Instead, I pulled her to her feet and led her by the hand. Sitting her down next to her sister, I pushed them both back, and spread their legs.

‘Oh John. You’re an ideas man.’ Flick’s voice hitched at the end as my mouth lowered to her core, and I kissed around her vagina.

‘What about me?’ Lydia said, somewhat indignantly, until she felt my hand sliding up her calf, the inside of her thigh, and begin tickling at her wet folds. ‘Oh. Yes, ok, that will do for now. Mmmm…’

This is a story about life, love, and a cheating wife. Not the most far-fetched idea, but it was worlds away from where we started. This is our story.

(Note to readers: I am a new writer, only two months attempting this. I had thought excepting comments from readers would help me become better with constructive criticism, but with the poor excuse for humans in this platform, that was not to be. It has gotten to the point where I cannot tolerate their vile putrid comments that I will no longer accept comments on my stories. I apologize in advance, as I’m sure this will take me longer before I become anywhere near proficient at this art, but it’s the only avenue I see. Thank you for reading.)

Cheating, Lying, and Revenge

Part Three

Our afternoon ends, and a new normal start’s

We were on our way back home, her scooping two men’s cum from her well used pussy, and sucking it off her fingers, with her shirt below her catching what she missed, and her tits with clamps flapping as she moved. I was thoroughly enjoying having a slut and whore at me beck and call, and she responded like it had always been that way. We pulled into the driveway, and I parked outside the garage and opened the garage door.

(Me): “When you get out, grab the shirt you’re sitting on and walk into the garage.”

(Julia): “Yes sir, why do you want me in the garage?”

(Me): “I want you to strip what little bit of clothes you have in and put them in the washer. Then take off all your new jewelry and leave it on the folding table, then walk out the back door to the back yard.”

(Julia): “Yes sir, will you be joining me?”

(Me): “Briefly to give you more instructions.”

She got out of the car and was still terribly unstable on her feet, wobbling on her heels. She did what I asked and went out the back door to the lawn directly outside the door.

(Me): “Now you are filled with the cum of two men, so I want you to take that hose there and wash inside and out before you come in the house.”

(Julia): “Yes sir, I will wash it all away before coming in the house.”

I went in to get her a towel and to get myself a beer, as watching her wash her insides with a garden hose should be entertaining. I took a seat just inside the sliding glass doors to watch the action, and I noticed she had fallen asleep with the hose inside her pussy, on her back and legs spread. The water was shooting straight up out of her at the top of her pussy just below her clit, and she looked like a broken lawn sprinkler. I was ready to go out and turn the hose off when I noticed the neighbor watching while hiding in the bushes between our properties. I took a short video of him watching and hiding, because you never know when something like that comes in handy.

I went out and turned the hose off and woke her up to come back to the house and sat on the back patio with her naked by my side.

(Me): “Well did you enjoy your afternoon with me?”

(Julia): “Yes, I did very much, but what has gotten into you?”

(Me): “I have been putting up with so much stress the past two weeks, I just need to shed this anger and weight I’m carrying.”

(Julia): “Well, I’m here for your stress relief any time you need me and I’m willing to try new things.”

I chuckled to me self about her comment in trying new things, there is probably nothing I can think of that would be new to her. We continued to sit while I made drinks and we watched the end of the day, so I made more drinks and we sat until after dark. She was quite drunk by the time I decided to go inside, and she asked me.

(Julia): “Do you remember when we first moved into this house, we had sex in every room and on every part of that lawn. Do you Remember those days?

(Me): “Yes, I remember, why do you ask?”

(Julia): “Wait here, and I’ll show you my answer.”

She was gone for about three minutes and returned holding her heels and all her jewelry. She had the nipple clamp box with all the attachments and the extra chain, the butt plug and the clitoris clamp. “Put them one me any way you wish dear” she said to me. Somewhat unsteady on her bare feet, she sat on the lounge chair, put on her heels, laid back and spread her legs.

(Julia): “Want to put my jewelry on me and take me right out there on the lawn like we did years ago?”

(Me): “Say no more, just lay there and I will outfit you.”

I started with the buttplug and made her lubricate it like in the sex shop, but this time her asshole had not been fucked and expanded less than an hour before. I pushed and twisted it thinking it wasn’t going to go in, but I gave it one last shove and it pierced into her tight hole like a nail hit by a hammer. Then I put the nipple clamps on her with the aggressive tooth Jaws on them, but before I did that, I looked at how tight they were earlier and adjusted them even tighter, causing grup escort her to yip and yelp in pain. Then the clit clamp tightly on her clit with the hood pushed above, and I had her bend her body forward just a bit and attached the extra chain between all the clamps. When she got up that chain pulled tightly on all the clamps, so much that one could see her nipples being stretched down and her clit being pulled out of her pussy and crawling up her slit.

(Me): “Now, walk normally out to the edge of the garden and Bend backwards over the double seat out there.”

She did and as she leaned back, she finally started making truly painful noises, but this is what she asked me to do. I didn’t much care if she was in pain, she deserved everything that was happening and again, she had asked me to do it. With her hands behind her holding herself up, and her legs forward due to the depth of the seat, I kicked her heels far apart making her assume the most whore like position possible.

(Me): “Three fingers in your asshole, how many will fit in your cunt?”

I started with two fingers fucking her pussy but quickly worked up to four and didn’t show any sign of gentleness, while I tried to fit the entire knuckle portion of my hand inside her.

(Julia): “Easy baby, I’ve never had more than that in there before.”

(Me): “Then we get to share a first, don’t we?”

With a final forceful push, I had four fingers and the knuckles up inside her and began to ruthlessly fuck her with them. She soon got into the assault and started with the moans of pleasure.

(Me): “You like that and you’re going to love this bitch.”

I folded my thumb and shoved my entire hand up inside her pussy as she let out a scream, I had never heard her make before, and I just fist fucked her until she started liking it again, which she did. She came in a magnificent fashion screaming and bucking like a wild animal, and while she was coming down, I kept my hand as a fist and slowly started pulling it out of her. I could see her outer pussy muscles being pulled out with my fist, as they had a problem expanding enough to remove my hand in a fisted position. Finally, it let loose and pulled out stretching ever part of her and sending her into a half orgasm and half pain state. Then I stepped up on the chair seat, one leg on each side of her, and shoved my cock directly down into her throat, giving me a wonderful sensation. I held my cock in her throat as she gagged, bucked, and squirmed, but gave her no relief. With her throat massaging the head of my cock with every gag, I came straight down her throat. By the time I recovered she had fallen off my cock and was just laying against the garden seat without movement. I checked her and she had passed out but was breathing normally once again as she lay there unconscious. I wiped my cock off with her hair and went into the house to get another drink. When I came back to the sliding door, I saw our neighbor bending her over the seat with her ass towards him. He removed her plug with some difficulty and plunged his cock into her unconscious asshole and just pumped away like he was late to be somewhere else. When he gave her his load of sperm, he just laid her down in the flagstone walkway and disappeared into the bushes, but I was happy, as I recorded his entire assault with my phone. Another piece of video that might come in handy someday, I mean who knows?

As for her, between the alcohol and the lack of air she still didn’t stir, even after being ass raped by the neighbor, so I left her there in the garden path and went to bed, figuring she would wake and come upstairs.

I stirred about an hour later without her in bed, so I walked downstairs to the sliding glass doors. The sight that greeted me was stupendous, she had the walkway railing pole up her ass, fingering her pussy with all four fingers, and crying out as her orgasm overtook her. She managed to fuck herself in both cavities without any help from a cock or a dildo, and she was enjoying it immensely. After she came, she stumbled off the railing with her heels still in, and almost killed herself walking to the house when she saw me standing there.

(Julia): “Well, you’re the one who ass fucked me and left me without an orgasm.”

(Me): “No my slut, I didn’t fuck your ass.”

(Julia): “Well, I woke up with cum dripping out of my ass?”

(Me): “Yeah, and it wasn’t mine. How big of a slut do you have to be to not remember you were ass fucked, but not know who did it? Just go clean up and get to bed, I have a big day tomorrow for the both of us.”

She came to bed after showering and laid down beside me.

(Julia): “Please tell me, who fucked me tonight?”

(Me): “Are you sure you didn’t fuck them? I mean it’s hard to take a cock up your ass and not know about it?”

(Julia): “I am iranlı escort So sorry honey, but I don’t remember anything. Will you please forgive me?”

(Me): “Just get under the covers and suck my cock until I tell you to stop, and We’ll talk tomorrow.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast being made, so I went downstairs naked with a hard on leading the way. She was standing in front of the stove in a short nightie with spaghetti straps, making bacon in a pan. I came up behind her and yanked that gown, so it tore both straps and pooled around her ankles at her feet.

(Julia): “What was that about?”

(Me): “If you can fuck anyone from the neighborhood in our yard, you won’t be wearing anything around this house.”

(Julia): “I told you how sorry I am about that, but I still don’t remember a thing.”

(Me): “Did you wake up naked in the back yard?”

(Julia): “Well yes.”

(Me): “Did you have cum leaking out of your asshole?”

(Julia): “Yes I did.”

(Me): “Then it doesn’t matter if you remember, you fucked a man with your ass right out there in the yard, didn’t You?”

(Julia): “Yes, I guess so. What do you want me to do?”

(Me): “You think you can be a whore for someone who you don’t even remember, and I’m not going to make you a whore for me? You will be lucky if I ever let you wear clothes again. Where is your pretty clitoris clamp?”

(Julia): “It’s upstairs, it’s very painful and I can’t wear it all the time.”

(Me): “Like hell you can’t, I want you wearing it every day all day, now go put it on.”

(Julia): “What about the bacon?”

(Me): “Be quick You fuckin’ whore.”

She ran upstairs and back down with it on her clit, the feathers waving in the breeze she made by running. When she got back to the stove, I came up behind her and forced my cock in her ass and started fucking her while she was cooking.

(Julia): “While I’m making breakfast?”

(Me): “If Strangers can fuck your asshole whenever they want, then I’ll take it when I want, Got it whore?”

(Julia): “Yes sir, and again I’m so sorry about that.”

I quickly blew my load up her rectum and spun her around to clean my cock off, then went and sat down. She quickly served us our eggs and bacon then turned to leave but I stopped her by grabbing her arm.

(Me): “Where do you think you’re going?”

(Julia): “To quickly clean up.”

(Me): “Do that after breakfast, you sit and eat with me and don’t drip on the floor.”

(Julia): “Yes sir, I will do whatever you want.”

We ate and she barely looked me in the eyes. I thought if I pretended I was angry as hell, but didn’t threaten her, she would submit to whatever I wanted, and it was working great. When we were done, I gave her new instructions.

(Me): “Clean up the table, go get cleaned up, put on one of my thin white “V” neck T-Shirts along with your leash and collar and your CFM heels, and your leash.”

(Julia): “Yes sir, right away.”

She scurried to do what she was told, and I casually went up to put on a short and shorts and shoes. She passed me on the stairs as I was coming down and I told her to meet me in the garage and to hurry. She came out in just the Tee and heels, and I could plainly see her nipples trying to poke through the thin cotton and the feather hanging between her legs. As she got in the car, the shirt rode up to her waist and she looked at me but knowing from my face she did not try to fix it. We drove back to the adult sex shop, and I led her in by the leash. The same young man was working behind the counter as we walked in.

(Me): “Hello, how are you this morning?”

(Clerk): “Very well sir, I see that clamp on her clit looks good on her.”

(Me): “Yes it does, I want her to wear it all the time now. I remember seeing some bra’s that didn’t cover the nipples in the back corner.

(Clerk): “Yes, we have quite a large selection, would you like me to show then to you?”

(Me): “No, just take the whore and fit her with a black one please.”

He took her leash in hand and I lifted her Tee up over her head allowing it to hang on the leash.

(Me): “Fit one on her and make sure it doesn’t cover nipple or areola please.”

He walked her to the back by her leash, wearing nothing but her heels and clit clamp, along with her Tee hanging in the leash. He brought her back in the smallest black bra I have ever seen, but it held her tits straight out.

(Clerk): “How would you like to pay for this sir?”

(Me): “Well, she seems to have left her wallet in her other pants so what can you work out?”

(Clerk): “I’m sure I can come up with something.”

He bent her over the counter and entered her ass without even looking at her and reached around pinching her exposed nipples. When he gave her his last forced keçiören escort thrust, he deposited his load of cum right where mine had gone an hour earlier. As he pulled out, I reached in my pocket and handed him her buttplug and he rammed it home. He pulled her T-Shirt back over her head and handed me the leash saying, “No Charge sir.”

(Julia): “Did you want him to fuck my ass this morning?”

(Me): “If you want to be a fucking whore, I’m going to show you what the life of a whore is.”

(Julia): “I would have never done that if I had my faculties about me.”

(Me): “You think just because you’re a whore when drunk, that you’re not secretly a whore and just hiding it when your sober? Alcohol doesn’t make you do things; it just lowers your inhibitions and lets you do what you really want to do. Maybe I should take you over to the college and drop you off at a frat house for a few hours?”

(Julia): “Please sir, don’t make me gangbang a bunch of college kids?”

(Me): “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

It was just two days before her trip, and I was anxious to see what Geoff had done so I drove Julia back home and told her to stay there naked and clean. Then I drove over to Geoff’s place and texted him I was outside, and he met me at the door. He was smiling and I could see he was pleased with himself, and I wanted to know what he had planned.

(Me): “What have you got planned, I can tell by your devilish look you have something going.”

(Geoff): “Yes, I have a plan, an epic plan, a plan like no other betrayed husbands’ revenge, and a little payback from me.”

(Me): “What do you mean payback from you?”

(Geoff): “Way back in the day, the old man Martin Rowe, owner of your wife’s company, led the charge against me and attempted to get charges filed against me, failing all the moral arguments and all that shit. Now he is the one running an immoral company and when it gets out, he will lose everything. Plus, I’ve quietly been purchasing his stock for years in the hope I could dump it one day and make him pay. This is one day.”

(Me): “I didn’t know he was behind that movement to go after you, but I do remember how you got almost destroyed in the press.”

(Geoff): “He was behind the press strategy also, and I’m going to enjoy this almost as much as you. When this is done, you will own Julia lock, stock, and Bartell and bankrupt all the assholes involved. I will provide you the names and addresses of the Men and their wives, if you should want to visit them and tell all after they get destroyed.”

(Me): “Well, tell me all about it will you?”

(Geoff): “It’s delicate and has to be timed perfectly, just let me tell you as things happen.”

(Me): “Well, I guess I have to trust you in this then.”

(Geoff): “How is your time with your slut going?”

(Me): “She passed out in the yard and got butt fucked by the neighbor, so I told her she was just whoring with anybody that happened along, and now she’s apologizing and doing anything I want. We just came back from the sex shop where she used her ass to pay for some clothes.”

(Geoff): “Sounds like you’re having a good time. If you keep quiet and play this game out with me, she’ll be your permanent whore, and maybe some of the other wives as well?”

(Me): “I’m just enjoying doing things to her I never would if I cared about her, but now it’s just fun for me.”

(Geoff): “Do you really want to make this hard on her?”

(Me): “What do you have on your mind?”

(Geoff): “Make sure every single hole she has is very sore before she leaves, because these assholes won’t let her rest, they’ll just keep fucking her no matter how bad she hurts.”

(Me): “That certainly is a vengeful idea, I’ll give it some thought.”

(Geoff): “Come see me after she leaves for her trip, and we’ll start having fun.”

(Me): “Alright, see you in two days.”

I drove back home, and Julia was waiting naked and freshly showered, with makeup and hair done. I bent down and removed her clit clamp off and sat her down in the sofa.

(Me): “I’ve decided since that cunt is going to be cold and lonely in Dayton, I would give it as much use as I can for the next day and a half. Go upstairs and out on that white tube dress and matching high heels.”

(Julia): “I stopped wearing that dress because it barely covers my pussy if I’m pulling it down, then my tits pop out of it when I cover myself below.”

(Me): “That’s just fine with me, so go put it on and come back here.”

She did as I told her and came back with six-inch white stiletto’s and a dress that barely covered anything but her mid-section. I could see she was wearing the new bra from the sex store, and I had to put a stop to that.

(Me): “Take that bra off, I didn’t tell you to put that on.”

(Julia): “I’m sorry, I thought you had me earn it for today.”

(Me): “I’ll let you know when I want you to wear something.”

She pulled her dress down under her tits, removed the bra, and refit the dress to cover her breasts.

(Julia): “Where are we going this afternoon honey?”

(Me): “You’ll know when we get there, now go out and wait in the convertible for me, I’ll be right out.”

Chapter 5 — A Turn in the Road

I had a text from Trish asking whether she could ‘bring a friend she worked with’ to dinner at the house — Ross’s house. She said they’d pick up pizzas and salads on the way home and that swimming was part of the plan for the early evening.

I’d been thinking of the obligation my father and I had as hosts to Trish and Crystal, especially if we wanted them around for a long time. I know I did, but for some reason, I’d never had that discussion with him.

My response to Trish’s request was “Sure. The more the merrier. Mi casa, es su casa. You live there; of course, you can bring guests whenever you want. We love you.”

Trish and her friend had to work until six, and it was seven by the time they reached the house with pizzas and several bags of prepackaged salads ready to eat. They also had a grocery bag full of other tidbits — cheese, crackers, hummus, and some peanut butter pretzel bits, and then breakfast kinds of food.

That was when I met Darlene or Dar. There must be some age-old truth in the adage, ‘Birds of a feather stick together’. Dar was stunning, even in her hospital scrubs. Further, she had the same buoyant and uplifting personality that Crystal and Trish did.

As the four of us laid out the dinner meal along the kitchen counter, I sized up Dar. She was Trish’s height, had long blonde hair that was held back with a red ribbon forming a lazy pony tail partway down her back. Further, she was stacked as best I could judge in her light blue scrubs. She had more of a rack that Trish or Crystal, and I hoped I’d see more when they donned bikinis for their after-dinner swim.

Trish explained that Dar was her BFF along with her sister. They’d become RN’s together at the same college a few years earlier, been roommates then, and had even taken some trips together when they took time off. They giggled about some secrets they shared about their last trip to Key West that apparently, I discerned, had some sexual content to it.

We lingered over dinner at the outside table getting to know each other. Of course, I also learned some things about Trish and indirectly Crystal. There was a bit of catch-up between the two of them as they traded news of different friends that they stayed in touch with. There was also some idea generation about taking a next trip someplace fun. I learned that although they worked together, they often didn’t have ‘gossip time’.

Eventually, Trish announced, “Swim time. Come on, Dar… and you handsome males. We expect you to come in and protect us from sharks.”

Ross reacted, “Sharks? In my pool? I’m the one you should worry about.”

I did my double-take at my father’s flirtatious remark and started to get pool ready by doffing my t-shirt on a nearby chair. I’d changed from my office clothes to a swim suit when I got ‘home’ earlier. Ross was doing the same.

Trish peeled her scrubs off, leaving her in panties and a bra. The bra disappeared quickly, a point that surprised me since Dar was there.

But I then realized that Dar had, by then, also stripped off all of her clothes — scrubs, bra, and panties. She was not only stunning; she was spectacular as a naked nymph. I’m sure I started to pant and that my tongue was lolling out the side of my mouth. I know I gasped in amazement under my breath.

Trish said to Dar, “The stairs are this way.” There was no mention of the nudity or what might happen after their swim. They held hands and walked towards the other part of the pool. Dar rubbed her breasts now free of the restrictive bra. I got harder than rebar.

Ross and I looked at each other wondering whether to completely strip or not. I decided that skinny-dip was the answer. I shed my bathing suit, and with a growing hard-on, went to the deep end and dove into the pool.

Dar and Trish swam around. A naked Ross tossed some of the pool noodles into the water. They each claimed one after a couple of laps and started to bob around in the water talking about their work day and how pleasant the pool was.

I tried to not be the least bit presumptuous about what the arc of the evening would be. Ross was also being entirely neutral. Just because we were all naked didn’t mean we’d all have sex. We were in a nice conversation circle with him talking about the joy about having the pool that he had rediscovered since Trish and Crystal had moved in.

While I didn’t presume where the rest of the evening would go, I was in conflict.

First, the past couple of nights Ross and I had made mad, passionate love to Trish, turning her from a rational being into a naked mound of warm, pulsating, and orgasming mush that was both leaking cum and also covered in the excess fluids. We’d been creative and wanton in our sex acts and we each loved it.

Second, I felt some guilt that Crystal had lost out on the sexual acts that we’d been rendering to her older sister, and that Trish had done with us. She also would arrive home eve gelen escort the next evening at the end of long and busy week of flights all over the country. She’d said more than once that she wanted to have an inordinate amount of sex to make up for what she was missing. We’d never said anything about exclusivity, even with Trish, yet Trish had brought her siren friend into our midst.

Third, that seductress friend was only four feet from me, standing in shallow water, with a set of the most magnificent set of breasts I’d ever seen. Sure, Crystal and Trish had great breasts, too, but theirs were half the size of Dar’s. They were all great tits, but Dar’s kind of commanded attention the way they shimmied and shook, even when she was standing still.

Fourth, I had the feeling, standing naked as we all were, that sex was on the docket for the immediate future. I felt conflicted about doing that with Trish present, and certainly with Crystal absent. I felt my ethical dilemma was making my brain smoke.

Trish came over to me and rubbed her breasts against my chest as she kissed me. She raised one leg in front of me until she trapped my floating dong against my groin and then she rubbed. She must have been reading my mind, because she whispered, “Crystal will be glad about what’s about to happen. Just go with the flow tonight. Dar is very nice and loves all of us; Crystal, too. Dar already likes you and Ross, a lot; and she wants both of you. There won’t be a problem, I promise.”

The next kiss came with her tongue down my throat and her hand grasping my rapidly hardening cock. I wondered how I could even get harder.

Trish broke off and half-floated, half-walked over to Ross to repeat the communication.

I was left looking at Dar. She was looking at me and smiling coyly. She came up to me, poked into my chest with those magnificent tits, and kissed me. She said, “Trish told me about the two of you men and Crystal and her, and then about how you and Ross made love to her this week. I pleaded with her to bring me over.”

I wasn’t sure where the next thought came from, but I said, “You’re too pretty not to have a boyfriend.”

“I do, actually. We consider ourselves married and we have an open relationship or open marriage, if you prefer. He’s also away this week and next on business in Brazil. He told me to have a good time while he was away and then to tell him all about it when he got home. You’ll meet him sometime; we don’t keep secrets about this kind of stuff.”

“And you’ve done this before?”

Dar nodded, “Not too often and not recently.”

I smiled at her and we kissed again. This time it was Dar that trapped my inflated cock between our bodies as we started to make out. I think our saliva was made to mix well together. She tasted good. Some of the time we just let our tongues dance with each other with no kissing.

The rest of her also tasted good after I sat her on the side of the pool, nudged her legs apart, and went down on her. Dar leaned back and watched me.

“Oh, fuck, Dave. You really know what you’re doing.”

I laughed to myself about her comment. While I wasn’t a virgin when I met Crystal and Trish, I was not experienced in sexual ways. On the other hand, I had watched about a zillion hours of porn and I guess I paid attention to some of the more subtle techniques the better actors demonstrated on video.

I let Dar see me extend my tongue just before I thrust as much of it as I could into her body. I added fingers in the next part of the act, turning my hand so they curled up towards her front coming in behind her clit. As I rubbed, I leaned in and sucked on the fluids and her clitoris, holding on as her whole lower body twisted and writhed to get away from me and then to get more intense contact with me.

Dar’s first orgasm came only a moment later. I was afraid the shriek that she made might have alerted the neighbors, the police in the city, or even the state troopers at the capital two hundred miles away. Her legs slammed together trapping my head and the fingers inside her. Her legs and lower body pulsed as the orgasm finally and slowly released its grip on her.

Dar hopped off the side of the pool back into the water and plastered her body against me. Those magnificent breasts were smushed lovingly against my chest and this time I could feel her aroused nipples trying to bore little holes in my chest. Very sexy.

Dar kissed me like this was her last opportunity before the apocalypse suddenly destroyed the planet. As our tongues danced, Dar held my cock and rubbed the head against the top of her slit.

I suggested, “Let’s get out and be together on one of the chaises.” I already had a favorite chaise on Ross’s patio. It was comfortable and could easily accommodate two people, especially when they were fucking up a small hurricane. That’s what Dar and I were doing about sixty seconds later.

Dar had leaned gaziosmanpaşa escort back, spread her legs, and invited me into that space so we could kiss and make love at the same time.

Ten feet away, Ross and Trish were also fucking. She was riding his trim frame with renewed enthusiasm, and I did think that some of her arousal came from watching her best friend fuck with me. I caught her look and even got a wink.

Darlene shrieked again as we came, our pulsing together also highlighting the moment. I listened for the sirens, but none were heard.

We cuddled together, cooing and kissing one another.

Eventually, I asked, “So, tell me about your open marriage.”

“Not married but serious and long-term, so it’s an open relationship. Some people know the term ‘open marriage’ better; that’s why I used the term. Fundamentally, Greg and I are in a loving relationship, but want each other to experience other people so that we learn, grow, and continue our evolutionary experiences. We allow those experiences external to our relationship to take any form, even a further loving relationship that may be sexual. Greg and I have been together five years, and we’ve both have other people that we also love. I just added you to my A-list.” A kiss followed.

“I’m honored,” I told her between kisses.

Trish suddenly appeared and sat on the side of the chaise with us. She said to Darlene, “If you want the full experience, you should go and make love with Ross. He’s almost recovered from our lovemaking and I have him juiced up about you.” She giggled.

Dar looked at me and I chuckled, “You don’t need my permission. I’m also biased. I think you should go and do it. We seem to be sharing girlfriends right at the moment and… besides, you and I and Trish and Crystal all apparently have an open relationship.”

That earned me a kiss as Dar took her dripping cunt and hustled across the patio to the chaise when my father sat. She plopped down beside him, and the two of them started to whisper and then were kissing with wandering hands.

Trish inhaled my cock before I could blink further. She hummed slightly for a bit as she did. Soon enough, she pulled off and said in a low tone, “You taste of Darlene and I love that taste. It’s part of what we discovered about each other.”

Trish’s remark confirmed what I’d come to realize about Trish, and I assumed about Crystal and Darlene. They were each bisexual to some extent. They played well with either team. I’d seen Trish and Crystal interact the previous weekend, and discovered first hand that I liked F-F porn. I almost had the feeling they were holding back because they didn’t know us well enough. They didn’t want to out-slut their new boyfriends.

I teased, “We both enjoy how Dar tastes and responds to a good pussy licking. I’d like to see you clean her up after Ross and she finish.”

Trish looked pleased with the suggestion and showed it by way of a devilish grin. She also looked pleased that I was hard again. She spooned against my front, opened her legs, and inserted my cock into her pussy. I drove the rest into her once I had the head seated just right. We also made out. I could also hold both her breasts and feel those wonderful nipples etching into my palms.

I eventually said to Trish as we watched Dar and Ross, “No jealousy?”

She shook her head. “Oh, none. Crystal won’t have any either. Dar is the same way, and so is her boyfriend Greg. We deal differently with situations that would normally be met with jealousy; with compersion.”

“Compersion?”

“We feel empathy with the other person’s state of happiness, joy, arousal, or whatever, when they are enjoying another person or situation. You make love with Dar. Instead of getting jealous and flying into a rage at you and her, I experience joy at seeing the two of you together, especially when you both are having peak experiences. I allow myself to get turned on by it. You two were hot together.”

“That’s kind of unusual,” I commented.

“It is. Most people have compersive emotions with their children, but they lose the reaction as they apply it to other adults or people close to them. We see our child experiencing joy at something, and we feel glad. Our mate finds somebody interesting that they want to explore in depth, even sexually, and most mates fly into a jealous rage. It doesn’t have to be that way. Much of jealousy is a learned emotion. You can unlearn it.”

“I love the concept. I’ve felt it when each of you were being romantic and sexual with my father. I felt so glad that he has somebody like you to share his life with. I know that you turn him on, but so does Crystal and I guess, seeing him with her, so does Darlene.”

“You’re not jealous that he’s fucking somebody that you just fucked?”

I chuckled, “No. I kind of worry about him getting squicked about having my sloppy seconds. That’s partly why I suggested you gölbaşı escort might want to do something erotic with Dar after they’re through making love.”

I felt a flutter of Trish’s pussy around my cock. It wasn’t an orgasm, just… a flutter. She said, “I already had the thought. I love to eat cum from pussies.”

“You’re bisexual?”

“Kind of. I favor being with guys, but… girls don’t exactly turn me off. I’ve eaten cum from Darlene’s fuck hole before. Greg almost blew a gasket watching the two of us; he was very aroused and talked about it for weeks.”

I jerked my cock into her quim. “Details, please.”

“I was over at her place one night, and Greg was home. He fucked the two of us, and I cleaned up his girlfriend, even as he was leaving another load in me. She did me a little later. He watched and stroked his cock. Is that detailed enough for you.”

I kissed her. “Fine. I just wanted a few more facts should I ever find the need to masturbate again.” I laughed.

Of course, I wanted a lot more details, but I restrained myself from getting too nitty-gritty about somebody else’s sex life. I also didn’t want to pry too hard into Trish or Crystal’s past, lest I rile her up or seem like too much of pervert.

Trish whispered to me, “I’ve fucked Greg a lot. Dar is usually around, but not always. He’s a good friend and a stud of a guy, like you. I love fucking with him. It’s a little different with you… and Ross.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I kind of love you and we make love by fucking. That applies to Ross, too — especially to him as far as I’m concerned. Things are kind of turned around from how Greg and I do it. He’s more of a friend-with-benefits.”

I didn’t comment, I just kissed her again and made sure my cock was buried as deep inside her warm and wonderfully wet vagina as I could get it given our spoon position.

Trish must have decided to tease me. She said, “Ah, yes, more details. Well, I went to Dar and Greg’s apartment for dinner one night. I brought some wine, he had a joint, and we got a buzz going before dinner.

“Greg is a hunk of man, and he was flirtatious with me and his girlfriend. Pretty soon, we were allowing him to fondle our tits through our clothing. Dar decided she wanted skin-on-skin, so she took her top off, and so did I. Soon enough, we were all naked, and we were taking turns giving Greg blowjobs. He was in some kind of heaven, of course.

“Dar then sat on his lap impaled on his cock. Up to that point, I’d been with Dar alone before, but not with Greg. I started to lick the two of them, swiping from his balls up his cock, and along Dar’s slit right past her clitoris. I brought Dar to a climax that way. She got off and told me to get Greg’s cock inside me.

“So, I mounted Greg after she moved, and did just that. Dar looked so pleased that I had started to fuck her boyfriend. Greg seemed to be in seventh heaven; he loved having his cock in a new pussy. We fucked for a long time and made out, and then he about blasted me into space when he came inside me. After we cooled down, Dar ate Greg’s cum from inside me and I returned the favor. Greg got hard again just watching us.

“That was about three years ago, not long after she moved in with him. Since then, we’ve gotten together about once a month as a threesome. I guess I can tell you that Crystal has been there with me, too.”

I said, “Ping. Pong. Zippiddy Do. Ouch. Good.”

Trish said, “What’s that mean?”

I chuckled, “You just made me run through a whole bunch of emotions in the span of a few seconds. First, I was bouncing around about how I should feel about you fucking with Greg and Dar, and then you told me this was an ongoing situation, and then that Crystal was involved, too. So, I got jealous, but then I applied your concept of compersion.”

“How’re you now?”

“Glad that you’re happy, and that Crystal also got to enjoy the hot sexual situation with Greg, Dar, and you.”

“Good choice as to a place to land emotionally. Crystal loves you. If anything, she also feels Greg is a friend-with-benefits.”

Trish and I pumped into each other, and as we did, I got to imagine her with another man — a handsome, stud of a guy, with rippling muscles and a cock that deserves to be in a porn film. I added Crystal in the mental movie that I was showing myself, and had her also getting fucked to her total enjoyment. This was very hot.

Soon enough, I blasted my second load of the night into Trish. She expressed her joy at the event and we made out some more.

Dar and my father were also enjoying some post-coital romance. They looked sexy together, especially with Dar pushing her generous tits against his tanned frame.

Trish moved around on me. She giggled to me in private, “Well, time for me to get to work.”

She moved into position next to the other chaise, and I watched her start to eat out Darlene. A few minutes later, I watched Darlene return the favor. Ross and I were ready for another round after a few minutes of that sapphic display of lust.

Chapter 6 – Insatiable

“Don’t you dare move.”

Crystal’s tone made me laugh. She’d come ‘home’ from the airport, from her last flight of the week, and she’d been naked and horny in seconds after the front door shut. Well, she’d probably been horny all week.

Tyler has been divorced now for quite some time. One of his best friends Brad and his wife Gina has taken him in to help him deal with the divorce. They cook dinner for him and include him in activities that they do. They usually get together often and have groups of people over for games, drinking, and hanging out.

The couple had planned an all adult Halloween party and invited Tyler to join, but he had to dress up per GIna’s instructions. Gina told Tyler that since she knew he would be drinking and that he could stay the night in the guest room after the party. Tyler stayed over often and always slept in the guest room. The party went well and most everyone stayed late, but eventually it was only the three of them left. They had a large living room, big screen tv, and a large sectional couch.

Tyler was sitting on one end and Brad and Gina were sitting side by side on the other end of the sectional. Music was playing loudly and the only light in the room was coming from a muted TV. Everyone was zoned out enjoying the remaining buzz from drinking all night. Tyler could see that Gina and Brad were starting to make out, but they were not in his direct line of sight. He adjusted himself so that he could see them a little better. Tyler and Brad had already changed into shorts and t-shirts a long time before the party was over, but Gina still had on her costume. Which was more like a sexy outfit than a costume. She was dressed up as a sexy school girl, it was a red plaid miniskirt, knee socks, black high heels, and a very tight white blouse that was very low cut with only a couple buttons fastened. You could also see her white see through lace bra under it. She was for sure a sexy school girl.

As Tyler looked in their direction, he noticed that Gina had climbed on top of Brad and started kissing him. Brad was rubbing up and down her legs and grabbing her ass. Tyler was doing everything he could not to make it obvious that he was watching them. They had kissed in front of him before, but nothing like they were doing tonight. Brad was rubbing all over GIna’s ass and raising her skirt up, Tyler could easily see her red thong panties. He was thinking to himself this might be his que to head to bed. He thought to himself if they don’t come up for air shortly he would go. He kept looking in their direction as they kissed and was getting more and more turned on watching them. Gina might as well have not even been wearing the skirt, because Brad had it pushed all of the way up around GIna’s waist as he continued to kiss her. Tyler was getting a perfect view of how sexy Gina’s ass was in the thong panties, he even started noticing that his cock was growing hard.

He looked away at the TV for a moment to try to stop himself from staring at them. But when he looked back, Gina was sliding off of Brad’s lap and standing up. She adjusted her skirt and walked over towards Tyler, she leaned down to him and started softly kissing his lips. Tyler at first drew back from Gina and then looked kızılay escort over at Brad. When he looked at Brad, he nodded to Tyler like it was ok. Gina was saying nothing, but she was smiling at Tyler with a devilish grin. She then straddled Tyler and wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Gina then starts slowly moving her hips back and forth on his lap, his cock had grown hard as soon as she straddled his lap, she was slowly dry humping his cock, he could feel the intense heat through his shorts and from her panties, she moved down from kissing his lips to kissing on his ear and she whispered to him that she has dreamed about this so many times. As she was kissing on his ear and down his neck. Tyler looked over at Brad and saw that he had his hand in his shorts and looked like he was playing with his cock as he watched them kissing. Gina grabbed Tyler’s hands and placed them on her upper thighs, he was in total shock at what was happening, he had always thought GIna was hot and jacked off more than once thinking about her. Tyler started rubbing up and down her legs as she started kissing his lips again. She was still slowly dry humping his cock, his shorts were not that thick and he thought that he was actually feeling some wetness through his shorts from her grinding against him. He did feel wetness in his boxers for sure from precum oozing from his hard cock.

Gina stopped kissing him and moved her hands to Tyler’s hips and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off of him. Tyler then moved his hand on Gina’s hips and started rubbing around her waist. Then started massaging her tits through her shirt and bra as Gina placed her hands on Tyler’s hands and started moaning. Her nipples were pushing their way out of her bra and shirt. Tyler then grabs the front of her shirt with both hands and rips it open, popping the buttons from the shirt and then pulling it off of her shoulders and then off her body. Tyler reaches around Gina and unclips her bra and Gina slides her bra right off into Tyler’s lap, then Tyler slides her skirt up and over her body, only leaving her thong panties on. They both look down and her panties are soaked and there is a large wet spot on Tyler’s shorts.

He looks up at her and asks,”Are you wet?” She shakes her head, “no”. And says, “I am that turned on for you.”. She starts kissing him again as she puts her hands on his chest, she then starts kissing down his neck onto his chest, massaging his chest as she kisses him. Tyler looks over at Brad and he is completely naked stroking his hard cock, not saying a word just watching. Gina gets down to Tyler’s shorts and unbuttons them and slides them off in one motion as he raises up. He still has on his boxers. She starts rubbing his hard cock through his boxers which is standing at full attention as she looks up at him. His cock is pulsing, she then starts taking just her finger tips and circling kolej escort the tip of his cock. Precum has wet his boxers at the tip, she notices and just looks up and smiles. She says, “you are just as turned on as me.” Tyler just shakes his head “yes.”

She then slides just the tip of her finger tips inside the top of his boxers left to right, just barely touching the tip of his cock and feeling the precum in his boxers. Tyler’s cock pulses each time she touches it with the tip of her finger. She slides her fingers to his hips on each side and slides his boxers off in one motion exposing his cock, which is now standing at full attention. She instantly wraps her hand around it with a firm grip and starts stroking it as she looks in his eyes.

Tyler again cannot believe that this is happening and looks over again at Brad that is still watching and jerking his cock. Gina then takes the tip of Tyler’s cock in her mouth as she continues stroking it, but with each movement she takes more and more of his cock in her mouth until his cock has filled her mouth full. She is slurping and gagging as she tries to take every inch in her mouth, Tyler then puts his hands on her head to control her and force her to take more. It isn’t long and he can feel his orgasm building and Gina can feel his cock start to pulse, she immediately stops and raises up. She shakes her finger at him and says no sir, you have to wait. She then gets up from the floor and lays on the couch beside him. He reaches down to her hips and pulls her panties off with a hast. He leans down and begins licking up every drop of wetness from her pussy, her taste is even better than he could have imagined, just like fresh honey from a beehive. He licks and licks circling her clit and taking long strokes from bottom to top, just like licking an ice cream cone. He then moves his hand towards her pussy and slides two fingers inside as far as they will go making a come here motion. She is moaning like crazy and her body is pulsing, she can feel her orgasm building. He has not slowed down one movement, moving her closer and closer to cuming until she can no longer hold it in and finally lets loose and starts cuming so hard. She even starts squirting on him when she cums, her body pulsing and shaking moaning his name.

She puts her hands on his head and pulls him up to her to kiss him. She can taste her cum and wetness all over his face. They can continue to kiss, then Brad gets up from the couch and walks over to them. Tyler immediately moves over and sits up thinking that he did too much. Brad says to her, ” Suck Tyler’s cock again.”

She gets down on the floor in front of him and goes to work sucking and stroking his cock. Brad gets down on the floor behind Gina and slides his cock in her swollen pussy, and starts thrusting her hard from behind and with each thrust. Her body is lunging forward making it hard for her to keep Tyler’s cock in her mouth. She is still stroking maltepe escort and trying to suck his cock. Brad makes a few hard thrusts then spanks Gina’s as. She is moaning with so much pleasure, especially when Brad spanks her. Brad continues thrusting her hard and deep, it is not long and Brad’s breathing is increasing, his orgasm is building more and more. He slows his thrust down and spanks Gina’s ass a couple of times more, edging him closer to cuming. He grabs her hips even tighter and pulls her into him with each hard deep thrust. Brad can no longer hold his building orgasm and starts cuming so hard deep inside of Gina. She feels Brad’s cock pulsing as he cums inside her with long hard thrusts until he has emptied every drop from his cock. He slowly removes his cock and watches Gina’s swollen pussy ooze extra cum as it drips down to the floor. He gives her ass one last good spank on each cheek and stands up and sits down on the couch.

She continues to suck and stroke Tyler’s cock for another minute. Then she stops and starts kissing up his stomach, then chest, then neck, up to his lips as she straddles him. She reaches down and takes his cock in her hand and lines it up to her entrance and slides all of the way down on his cock, Tyler gasping from how good it feels. Gina continues to kiss him as she makes slow movements sliding up and down Tyler’s cock, she wants it to last as long as possible for both of them. She has wanted him for so long and now to be able to feel his cock inside her is more than she could have ever imagined. She has interlocked her hands behind his neck as she continues to ride his cock, she has raised up and is looking at him eye to eye.

Gina feels like Tyler is looking into her soul and they have become one. She feels her orgasm building but wants to edge herself as long as possible. Tyler has his hands on her legs rubbing up and down them, he holds her tight, having her to stop because he also is so close to cumming. He moves his hands to her tits and starts massaging them, teasing her hard nipples with his finger tips, he starts sucking on her nipples sucking so hard as if he is trying to suck milk from them. His cock is still deep inside Gina.

Tyler continues to suck on her nipples and massage her tits, she starts moving her hips back and forth on his cock, she loves the way it feels and wants to get herself so close to cumming. The angle of his cock fits perfectly inside her. Tyler’s breathing is increasing, his orgasm is building beyond control and can no longer hold it. He starts moaning more and more. Gina increases her movement, she can feel his cock pulsing inside her as he is cuming. He squeezes her body tightly against his, she feels the warmth of his cum inside her and it pushes her over the edge. She starts cumming so hard and moaning his name and starts kissing him again as they both ride out these pulses from cumming.

She stops kissing him even though she doesn’t know if it or when it may happen again. She then slowly raises up and Tyler’s cock slides out covered in their cum. She sits down beside him and catches her breath. Brad gets up and grabs their clothes and as he walks by grabs her hand and takes her to bed. Tyler is still trying to wrap his head around what happened. He grabs his clothes and goes to the guest room and passes out on the bed.

“Wake up”.

The low, tense voice came again.

“Wake up”

Asha struggled to orient herself. There were footsteps in the hall, torchlight flaring outside the window. Loud voices with fear in them. Beside her bed her old nanny, Benat, in her nightcap, was shaking her awake.

“Asha, for the sake of the gods, wake. The duke’s men are marching on us. They’ll be here in minutes.”

“What of my brother?”

“Your brother’s fled and his army is dead or captured. And you must flee now. You cannot be here when they arrive.”

“You think the duke would harm me?”

“Your father he calls a traitor, your brother worse. Child, you need to move.”

She grabbed Asha’s arm and pulled her from the bed. To her surprise, Benat tore Asha’s slip off, leaving her naked in the center of the room.

“Come now, sit. We haven’t much time.”

She pushed Asha into the seat before the big mirror and took up a pair of bronze-handled scissors. Asha looked at her reflection; light brown skin, large dark eyes, rich wavy black hair, full lips. Her body beneath was slim, almost boyish, but with pert breasts and large pink nipples.

“Asha, to live you must hide, and to hide you will become a boy.”

Too confused and shaken to protest, Asha watched with fascination as the old woman took a handful of her hair and cut. The sound of the scissors slicing through her thick hair sent shivers up her spine. Her head felt strangely weightless as the hair fell away, rich clumps of it dropping to the ground as Benat worked her way around.

Benat ripped a long linen strip from the bedsheet and wrapped it around Asha’s chest, crushing her breasts against her rib cage. She pulled it taut and tied it.

“Every day, Asha, you tie this. Just like this.” She touched Asha’s breasts through the wrapping. “No one sees these. Not in the dark, not in the light. No one.”

She handed Asha a set of clothes she’d taken from one of the pages and told her to get dressed. Asha pulled on the unfamiliar trousers, the coarse linen tunic. It all felt wrong, but when she looked in the mirror she saw only a young man, with a frightened look and close-cropped hair, staring back at her. She was twenty, but the boy in the mirror looked even younger.

“Now you choose a name.” Her eyes met Asha’s in the mirror. Her head still swimming, the only name that Asha could come up with was that of her mother’s brother, Baolujin.

Benat snorted. “A noble’s name? You are no longer noble. You are nobody. Your new name is Bari. We will travel to my mother’s village, far in the west, and we will hide there. There is nothing there, no reason for soldiers to come. But even when we arrive, you will be Bari. You will bind your breasts, you will wear these boy’s clothes. Do you understand?” Asha could only nod. Benat grabbed a jewel, a large flat ruby that had not yet been set into jewelry, from the box on Asha’s dresser and tucked it into her breast wrap. “Only for the direst emergencies, yes? I have the rest of your jewels here, they will keep us safe.” She patted a knapsack.

“Come, now, we must not be found here.” Benat headed for the doorway, peered into the hall, and ran out, grabbing Asha as she went. The palace guards had already fled, and the few people they passed were too intent on their own flight to pay attention to them. They made their way out the servant’s entrance of the great hall, slipping out a sally port in the west wall and into the crowded streets of the old city. Asha was terrified, but as she left the palace she felt a small thrill as well. There was also something esat escort exciting about being outside without her retinue. She had never left the palace without guards, without other court ladies. She was always veiled, always wearing a long dress. But now Asha could now move freely, her legs swinging pleasurably in the loose page’s trousers.

The streets were full of families fleeing the city, bent under bundles, thronging the main avenue that led out to the city gate. Duke Graya was known for his boundless cruelty, and the citizens knew that they must flee or die. They blended in with the refugee train that now crowded the road west to Walai. The king of Walai was an old ally of Asha’s father, and the fleeing citizens hoped he would take pity on them-and that Graya would not dare to cross the border. Asha and Benat slept for a few hours in a thicket that night, rejoining the straggling stream of refugees at first light. They traveled for two more days, until the mountains that marked the border could be seen in the distance. On the third day, though, they heard hoofbeats in the distance, saw the refugees running both ways off the road, abandoning bulky bags, carts, barrows.

Benat clutched Asha’s hand, kissed her head, and whispered, “Run, child. Run. I’ll be fine, no soldier cares for an old woman, but you must run. I will be waiting at Naucor—it’s a town just beyond the border. Meet me there. Run, child.”

Asha, her heart pounding in her ears, didn’t wait. She ran onto the moor, dodging others fleeing. She didn’t look back until she reached the edge of the great forest that spawned over the western part of the realm. She cried, curled up against the roots of a massive tree, and slept a dreamless sleep.

***

Asha woke the next morning to a sword at her throat.

“What have we here?”

The man on the other end of the sword was young, dark-haired, and fair-skinned, with a few days of beard on his handsome face. Two other men stood by him. “I think we’ve found a recruit, wouldn’t you say?” The other men grinned, and he sheathed his sword. “What do you say, boy? Three meals a day, fortune and glory? How would you like to be a Red Ghost?” Asha, her heart pounding, could only stare.

“Let me rephrase that. I’m insisting that you take a position in the famed Red Ghosts, the world’s pre-eminent swords-for-hire and the handsomest group of devils that ever took up arms.”

“Looks like he’s never heard of us, Ouri.”

“You will soon know the name well, my son, as it strikes fear into the heart of men and weakness into the knees of women. Now, do you have a tongue, boy? And do you have a name?”

Asha, her mouth thick with fear, could barely croak out, “Bari.”

“He can talk, at least. And he’s a pretty fellow, even if it looks as if he could barely lift a sword.” Ouri extended a hand. “You’re one of us, now, Bari.” Asha timidly took the hand and he pulled her up effortlessly.

They marched her in front of them through the forest until she could smell smoke and hear the distant din of voices. She smelled meat roasting and, in spite of her fear, she felt the hollowness in her stomach and realized that she hadn’t eaten in a full day.

“Gentlemen,” announced Ouri with a grand flourish, “I have replenished our ranks. I know that he may not be as sizeable or as fearsome as our dear departed Muno, but he has the virtue of being alive, and we promised the Duke thirty men.”

“He looks like a girl, Ouri,” one man drawled uninterestedly.

“Ouri’s getting lonely,” said someone etimesgut escort else, and the camp laughed.

“He is a pretty thing, isn’t he?” said Ouri, looking Asha in the eyes in a way that made her flush.

Asha was fed, given a rough overcoat, and put to work feeding the horses. Then cleaning the cooking pots. Then splitting firewood. She had done none of these things before, but she managed to cloak her clumsiness as nervousness, and she made it through the day. By the time dark fell she was so exhausted she could barely stand. After the evening meal, Ouri pointed to a small tent at the edge of the camp. “You’ll be bunking with us. Me and Geno, that is,” he said, pointing to one of the other young men Asha had met in the forest earlier. “And Bari, do yourself a favor and don’t try to run.” He needn’t have bothered; even if she hadn’t been scared, Asha was far too tired to think about running. The men stayed up drinking and talking, but as soon as she felt she could slip away she staggered off to the tent and, wrapping herself in her coat, fell asleep on the bare ground.

She was shaken awake some time later. As in the morning, Ouri and Geno were standing over her. She could barely make out what was happening in the darkness, but moonlight streamed into the tent through the loose opening.

“You know, Bari, new recruits have to do one other thing. They have to take care of their tentmates.” She felt her pulse quicken. Did they know? Could they tell she was a woman? What was about to happen? She cast about for a weapon, some way out, but the two large young men stood between her and the exit.

“Up on your knees, Bari. This should come naturally to a pretty boy like you. Those lips were made for this.”

As if in a dream, Asha obeyed, rising to her knees as Ouri unbuckled his trousers. She had touched a cock before-the past summer she had played around quite a bit with a second cousin, a minor lord who was visiting the palace-but she had never had one in her mouth. And her cousin’s small, almost delicate cock was nothing compared with what was before her now. Ouri’s cock was thick, rigid, and she could see, in a shaft of moonlight streaming through the open tent door, a crystal drop of fluid on its tip. Ouri grasped the back of her head with one strong hand, pushing it down towards him, and with the other hand he ran the head of his cock over her full lips, smearing them with his precum. Instinctively Asha darted her tongue out to lick it off. It was slightly sweet, not at all unpleasant.

“That’s it, Bari, lick it all up. I told you you’d be a natural.”

Ouri pressed on her head again, pushing it down further, until his thick blunt head was pressed against her lips. She opened just enough for him to push his cock past her lips and into her mouth, forcing his cock in deep as her jaw stretched to accommodate it. She was overwhelmed by the sensation-the fullness, the smell of his manhood, the hot soft skin of his cock pressing against her smooth tongue. As he pushed into her wet mouth, he moaned, and the sound sent a little jolt of electricity through Asha’s whole body. She tentatively ran her tongue across the underside of his cock and he moaned again. It was not even quite a conscious thought, but she knew, with her whole body, that she wanted his pleasure. She pulled back slightly and pushed her mouth down onto his cock, pushing her head as far down as she could. She gagged a little as his heavy head pushed against the back of her throat, but his moans encouraged her. She began etlik escort to suck his cock eagerly, working her tongue against his sensitive skin, taking it in as far as she possibly could with each stroke.

Geno stood there stroking his cock for a few moments, then became impatient. “Hey, my turn. Shove over.” Ouri obliged and soon another cock was sliding into Asha’s wet, hungry mouth. She didn’t care anymore. She just needed that fullness, those moans, the feeling of being penetrated by a powerful cock. His cock wasn’t quite as big as Ouri’s, but it was just as hard. She did her best, bobbing up and down on the throbbing hot cock, until Ouri grabbed her head and pulled her back onto him. They passed her back and forth like this, pulling her wet hungry mouth from cock to cock, using her like a doll. The world receded; there was only this, only these cocks, only their overwhelming desire.

Geno’s cock began to jerk and spasm in her mouth and he grabbed her head with both hands, holding it tightly as he began to come. She had no choice but to swallow; as his hot fluid spurted into her mouth, she took down every drop, milking his cock. His rough voice sounded very loud in the small tent. “Take it all. Swallow it down like a good little slut.”

Slut. The word sent a little shock through her. It was partly shame and partly something else. Slut. That’s what her mother had called the village girls who hiked up their skirts and flirted with the men by the well. Aping her mother, that’s what she had called her servant Raya, who she caught fucking her older brother in a linen closet. And yet part of her had always envied these girls-envied that they could give and take pleasure as they wished. That men could not only desire them but take them. She didn’t know if a boy could be a slut, as Geno said, but she knew she felt like one, and the feeling was not unpleasurable.

Ouri grabbed her again as soon as Geno pulled out, leaving a drop of thick cum dripping from her lips. Asha was desperate for him to come. She grasped his shaft with her slim fingers, working it, willing his pleasure, craving his cum splashing into her hot hungry mouth. She felt him begin to swell, his cock becoming almost painfully large as it stretched her delicate jaw. She pushed her mouth down onto him further, trying to take as much as she possibly could, banging his blunt head against her throat with every stroke. And then suddenly he moaned loudly and exploded inside her mouth, his thick cock erupting with hot semen. She swallowed it down greedily, not needing any encouragement this time. Her cunt throbbed; her whole body felt like it was on fire as he emptied himself into her hungry wet mouth. And then he pulled away, patted her roughly on her cheek, and said, “Fuck, that was good, Bari. I could tell you’d be a natural. Now get some sleep, plenty to do tomorrow.”

The men climbed into their bedrolls and were soon snoring, but Asha was on fire. She felt something between her legs and realized, to her shame but not her surprise, that the crotch of her pants was soaking wet with her arousal. Thank the gods it hadn’t been during the day, she thought. She would have been found out as a woman and then…what would have happened? Without even thinking about it, she reached a quivering hand down her waistband. She could still taste their cum in her mouth; she could still smell their cocks in the close air of the tent. She began to rub her swollen, aroused cunt, circling her engorged clit with one hand while she pushed two fingers into her soaking hole with the other. She imagined Ouri ripping off her trousers, his muscular body covering hers, pinning her to the floor as he pushed his thick cock into her. She imagined him taking her roughly, his cock finally jerking just as she had felt it do in her mouth, shooting his hot fluid deep into her womb. She came, almost crying out with the intensity of it, and then, exhausted, she slept.

Mistress Ila was feeling horny so she asked for my dirtiest fantasy. This is what I came up with on the fly. It’s short and mostly to the point.

I take you to my next class reunion. My former classmates are amazed and wondering how a nobody like me is with someone as beautiful as you. As more drinks are had, some of the men ask me how I got with you while I’m taking a leak.

I let them know you’re just a very open woman and if they’d like they could probably get with you too.

After the official reunion, there’s an afterparty at a farm and I ask if you’d be interested in some extra fun. You, of course, are ALWAYS interested in some extra fun.

We dance a little, but I’ve always been awkward about dancing in public so I pass you off to Steve. He’s tall, and while he’s not quite as lanky as he was in high school, he’s certainly not fat.

You dance normal for a bit, but then you start grinding on him. He shoots me a questioning look and I give him my nod of approval.

Steve starts feeling you up on the outside of your shirt. You took your bra and panties off in the car on the way to the afterparty. Your nipples have always been sensitive. He massages them and you purr like a cat in heat because I suppose you are.

The other people in the room aren’t quite sure what to make of it, but it’s mostly men and why would they complain?

Another couple takes this as a hint that it’s ok if they turn up the heat as well. Being as busy as they are with three kids it’s been a long time since Will and Andrea have had a chance to truly get frisky like they used to.

You bend over and it’s dikmen escort clearly visible that you have nothing on under your skirt. You take Steve’s hand and make light spanking motions with it. He gets the hint. He lightly slaps your ass, but you shake your head at him. “Harder,” you mouth to him. So he gives you want you want. A solid smack on the ass! And then another, and another. You grin.

Sean walks up and gives Steve a look that says “my turn”. You dance up on him, face to face, and you lift one leg up to curl around his body. You’re leaving a wet spot on his pants as you grind your bare pussy against him.

Andrea shocks everyone by taking off her shirt. She doesn’t have the body she had 30 years earlier, but who does? She does have massive tits though that look wonderful in her push up bra.

Now you’re dancing with Dale and his wife, Susan. Unbeknownst to anyone there, they’ve been a part of the Lifestyle for years and can see where this party is going.

Dale is grinding against you from behind while you make out with his wife. She pulls your shirt off and tosses it to me. You’re exposed to everyone and no one is complaining so it continues.

Dale bends you over the pool table, and unzips his jeans. They slide down to his ankles while his wife starts to blow him and he fingers your wet cunny.

Mindy didn’t actually graduate with us; her family moved a couple years before graduation, but she decided to come to this reunion and she’s glad that she did. While going to college in Europe she had her mind opened at similar parties, but emek escort it’s been years since she’d been at one.

By now Dale is fucking you while Susan has climbed on top of the pool table and offered to your mouth, her cunt. She has her hand on your head, keeping you in place as you probe her with your tongue. Dale finishes inside you. You lift your head up enough to grunt out one desperate word, “More!”

So Steve enters you now, and then when he finishes, it’s Sean’s turn.

After Sean, Mindy decides to get a taste. She has excellent technique. Using her lips, tongue and fingers all to your satisfaction. She decides to test some other boundaries; she’s really glad that her career as an archaeologist helps keep her nails trimmed.

While fingering your pussy she starts eating your peachy ass. She already has three fingers in you; what about four? You really start fucking her hand now. Then she slides her slender feminine thumb in your ass using only spit for lube. You take your mouth off of Susan’s pussy as you shudder through a powerful orgasm.

I’m starting to feel like it’s my turn now. I stand you up and you share the taste of pussy with me. She doesn’t taste as good as you, but it’s still not bad.

I turn you around, and then I lay us both down on the floor with you on top. By now the crowd watching is about 20 people; almost all my former classmates, almost all men. You giggle with excitement. You love the attention.

I slide into your pussy, my favorite pussy and hold you close. Mindy starts fingering your ass again, trying eryaman escort to create a sort of lube from your natural pussy juices and her spit. One of the women in the crowd, I’m not sure who, hands her some lube. Mindy puts it to good use with two fingers in your ass while you’re fucking me, but it’s not enough for you.

Will, who I assume has gotten permission from Andrea, crouches behind you and slowly enters your ass. You love it! You love being DPd. You love being a fuck toy. Then there’s a dick in your face so you suck it. You are in Heaven. After that dick spasms on your tongue, there’s another and another.

After Will cums in your ass, Mindy pushes you up so she can sit on my face. This is wonderful for me. I’ve had a crush on her since the 4th grade. I suppose it’s never too late.

As I’m exploring her folds with my tongue, she’s laying back against you while you’re still fucking me. You’re caressing her body and kissing her neck as we bring her to orgasm together.

By now I’m ready so I cum inside you like everyone else has. And then there’s another dick in your pussy. And in your ass. And your mouth.

At some point, even Andrea who had never even kissed a girl, let you eat her out at the encouragement of the crowd. And of course you tasted Mindy.

In the end, you had sexual contact with at least 10 individuals, maybe up to 15. Thoroughly used, and covered in and leaking fluid, I gently carry you to our car. I lay a towel down on the seat and drive to our hotel room.

I draw a bubble bath for you. I light some aromatic candles. I put on Enya. And I gently clean your body as you relax. It’s almost dawn; I don’t think we’re going to make checkout on time, but that’s OK.

After towel drying you off, I lay you down in bed and with scented lotions I massage your feet, your calves, up your legs, and your back. You’re almost asleep by now so I quickly lay down beside you and let you drift off in my arms.

It started innocently enough. It was winter break during my junior year of college, and I had come back to school the day after Christmas. It was real cold out and the ground was covered with at least 6 inches of snow. Two of my roommates were also back. Joel, Ryan and I lived next door to 9 girls. We had all become friends in the dorms, but became very close as neighbors. Only four of them were back, but that would be more than enough.

I went next door to see who was there and what they had planned for that night. The house was 3 stories and was a god awful yellow color. I walked in and the first floor was empty. The main room was on the 2nd floor, so I figured the girls would be up there. Carly and Lisa where watching TV up there. Carly was a sexy brunette. She stood about 5’6″ tall and was very athletically built. She had a toned ass and average size tits. She was a huge tease, but was definitely a prude. Lisa was a little pocket rocket. She was barely over 5 feet tall, and was very cute. She had beautiful curly blonde hair. Her ass was small and tight, and she was the only girl in the house that I had fucked. She was a little slut who loved cock, and always had someone she was banging. I said hi to both and headed towards Becky’s room. She was reading something for her winterim class. She was always full of energy and jumped up and gave me a huge hug. Becky wasn’t even close to fat, but she did have some heft to her. She had short straight blonde hair and a rather large pair of tits that I was dying to see. She played the good girl routine, but everyone knew better. I told her I’d see her later and headed upstairs to the 3rd floor.

Christine had the only real bedroom on the floor as Carly used the living room for her room. Christine’s door was ajar so I walked in. She must have just gotten out of the shower as she was wearing only a pair of panties. She was toweling off her hair and had not heard me. She was the best looking girl in the house. At 5’9″ she had very long slim legs. She was skinny in the right places, and curvy in the best spots. Her ass looked so inviting I wanted to pounce her right there. Her nipples topped a pair of nicely sized tits, and were nice and hard from her shower.

She finally saw me and screamed: “What the fuck, Craig!”

“I knocked and you didn’t answer. I’m really sorry Christine.” I explained.

Her face was bright red with embarrassment as she hurriedly pulled on a shirt. Quickly trying to say something, I told her that Joel and Ryan were back from home. I said we should go and buy some beer and stay in and get drunk at their place. She thought that was a great idea. I suggested we go now to get the beer as the snow was coming down rather hard. She pulled on a pair of jeans and we were off.

Driving to the store was an adventure as the roads were slick and I could barely see. Christine was quiet.

“Are you embarrassed that I saw you naked?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Well, I thought you looked very sexy,” I said.

“Really?” she replied.

“Oh, yeah!” I laughed.

“If it will make you feel better you can see me naked,” I offered.

Christine smiled and said maybe later. I smiled and drove on. We got the beer and barely made it back to the house. The snow was really falling and we weren’t going to able to go anywhere that night. We brought the beer upstairs and I went next door to get Joel and Ryan. Christine told Carly, Lisa and Becky what the plans were and they got real excited. These girls could drink and never turned down an excuse to get drunk. Next door, I told Joel and Ryan what we were doing that night. They said cool, and then I told them that we had to get the girls naked that night. They laughed, but I told them to follow my lead.

After about 2 hours of drinking and playing stupid card games everybody was buzzing. I suggested we play Truth or Dare and Ryan and Joel quickly agreed with me. The girls said they were game and we were ready to go. The girls wanted to know the rules, and I said that the guy’s were not going to do anything to each other. The girls agreed as they said that would be gross as well.

We sat on the couches and decided cebeci escort Carly would go first. Carly asked me and I chose Truth. Carly wanted to know who the last girl I saw naked was. Christine blushed as I said her name. Everyone laughed with surprise and we both smiled.

It was now my turn and I chose Carly, who chose to a dare. I dared her to take Joel’s pants off using only her mouth. She was never the kind of person to try and weasel out of something, so she agreed. Joel stood up and Carly knelt down in front of him. She started working on his belt with her teeth, slowly pulling the end past its loop. She kept accidentally bumping her face right into Joel’s growing cock. Joel seemed to be rocking his hips forward and backward forcing even more contact with her busy mouth. She finally got his belt unhooked and began to attack his zipper. She bit the top corner of his jeans near the button and worked them open. Her next task was to get the zipper down. I was amazed at her technique, and how she was really going after this rather difficult dare. She was flicking her tongue at the tag until she finally got it between her teeth. She slowly, for Joel’s sake I think, worked the zipper down. Her face had rubbed against his stiff dick the whole way as the zipper opened up. With his zipper down, and the front of his pants now open, his erect dick was clearly visible straining against his boxers. Carly still had to get his pants off and she started to pull them down with her teeth while circling him. It took her a few laps around, but she finally finished. A round of applause followed her completion of her task and as she got of her knees she reached out and gave Joel’s dick a playful tug.

“Mmm, it feels as big in my hand as it did on my face.” She stated.

It was now Carly’s turn to single someone out. She chose Becky and Becky said that a dare sounded fun.

“Since the guys are here, and they are mollified by your huge tits, I want you to take your shirt and bra off and rub them all over each of their faces.” Carly challenged.

Becky laughed and blushed, but grudgingly agreed. She slowly freed her enormous breasts from their bonds. Her shirt and bra became part of the pile of discarded clothes that included Joel’s pants. Becky’s tits looked much larger than I thought they could be. Her nipples were the size of sand-dollars. She was slowly rubbing her nipples as she walked over to Ryan. He had the biggest grin on his face as she straddled his lap and thrust her goods into his face. Ryan tried his best to lick and suck on her as she rubbed herself all over her face. Ryan’s hands instinctively began to rub her ass, but Becky didn’t seem to mind. Having gotten Ryan visibly hard she moved over to me. I was semi-hard from just seeing her gorgeous chest, and quickly grew to full salute when she smashed her huge melons into my face. I thought I was going to suffocate as she enveloped my face. I didn’t care, and thought that it would be a great way to go. I managed to capture one of her nipples for a few seconds and lightly clamped down on it, making it and my cock a bit harder. Becky was really getting into this. She seemed to be enjoying getting the guys hard and doing it in front of an audience. She walked very sluttily over towards Joel, with her breasts heaving and bouncing as she jumped onto his lap. She let out a yelp as Joel’s already hard cock poked into her crotch. She quickly smothered his face and was grinding her crotch into his dick. Groans of pleasure escaped both their mouths. Satisfied with her ministrations, Becky got off of Joel and innocently sat back down on the couch.

It was now Becky’s turn and she started to scan the room, looking for her victim. She chose Ryan. Ryan of course chose dare, hoping he would get to do something exciting.

“Since you were so hard from what I did to you, I think you should relieve some of that pressure.” Becky decided.

“What does that mean?” Ryan asked.

“I want to you jerk off for me, silly” she responded.

“In front of everyone?” he questioned.

“Hey! I’m not wearing a shirt, and Joel’s not wearing pants. çukurambar escort Suck it up!” she demanded.

“Fine.” He agreed.

Ryan stood up and shed his jeans and underwear. His dick flopped out of his boxers and bounced a few times. He had an average sized dick. It was about 6 inches long, and had a tightly wound pair of balls. He slowly began to stroke it as he stared at Becky’s tits. His breathing was ragged and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. His pace quickened as Lisa snuck closer to get a better view. Lisa began urging him on.

“Yeah, stroke that beautiful cock!” she begged.

He looked over at her and let out a loud grunt. His cock twitched and rope after rope of cum jettisoned from his cock. His eyes we’re closed and rolled back into his head. He shot an impressive load that pooled in various spots on the carpet. Lisa was impressed as were the rest of us at the amount of cum he had just shot out.

It was Ryan’s turn now to choose someone and he picked Joel. Joel decided on dare, as we had basically changed the game to dare or dare.

“I want you to take Carly over your lap and spank her naked ass.” He instructed.

Carly quickly hopped up and stripped her pants off and lay down across Joel’s lap. His still hard dick was jabbing into Carly’s stomach.

“I’ve always wanted to be spanked.” Carly explained. “I’ve been a very bad girl, Joel. Punish me.” She pouted.

Joel started out by rubbing her cheeks and then sharply smacked down on her left cheek. Carly gasped and Joel smacked her again, this time on the other cheek. He began to come down on her cheeks in quick alternating succession. Her tight butt was turning a bright red as he continued her assault.

“Oh yeah, spank me daddy! I’ve been so bad!” Carly screamed between ragged breaths.

Joel came down on her about 10 more times and decided to stop when Carly’s ass was as red as it was gonna get. She rolled off him and smiled as she rubbed her sore ass.

“Thanks Joel” Carly said as she knelt on the couch.

Carly pointed at Christine as she continued to rub her backside with the other hand.

“What the fuck, I’ll take a dare, I’m getting horny over here.” She blurted.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Carly quipped. “Since Craig saw you naked earlier, I think it fair that we all get to see what we missed.” She added.

“He only saw me topless though.” Christine countered.

“Well, we want to see it all.” Carly said.

Christine looked over at me as she got up off the couch. She pulled her shirt up over head to reveal her black lacy bra. She asked me to unhook her bra and I graciously agreed. Her nipples were in the same condition as they were when I was them earlier, hard and pointy. She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of the tight denim, casting them aside into the ever growing pile of discarded clothing. She slid her thumbs in the band of her black panties and in one swift move yanked them down to her ankles. Her pussy was neatly shaved, with only a thin landing strip leading to the Promised Land. I was close enough to smell her arousal, and it was terrific. She was a sight to see and my cock grew another inch as it strained in its cell.

“I choose Craig.” Christine said as she stared right at my crotch.

“What do you want me to do?” I defiantly responded.

“Now that you’ve seen me naked, twice, I want to see what you have hidden in your pants there. It looks like it needs to come on out.” She playfully answered.

I stood up and took my pants and boxer briefs off in one movement to quickly release my growing dick from its prison. I let out a small moan as my dick hit the air. My shirt quickly followed and made its way to the growing pile on the floor.

“Mmmm, that looks real nice, definitely worth it.” Christine said as she leered at me.

I smiled back at her as I felt all the eyes in the room staring at my 7 ½ inch fat cock bobbing up and down. It was my turn to choose someone, and Lisa had not gone yet. I said her name and she furtively responded that she wanted a dare.

“I’ve got a great one demetevler escort for you Lisa.” I chuckled.

“I want you to strip nude, and run outside and make a snow angel.” I challenged.

“It’s like 15 degrees out there!” she pleaded.

“Then you better be quick.” I shot back with a smile on my face.

Lisa looked around the room for help, but saw none so she began to strip. She pulled of her shirt to reveal she had no bra on. Her perky little tits were topped by a set of nipples that were so hard they could cut diamonds. There was little surprise when her pajama bottoms came off to also reveal that she had no panties on. The poor girl had no hair on her pussy, so that wouldn’t even protect her from the cold. She jokingly called me an asshole as she bounded down the stairs.

She quickly made her naked snow angel while we watched from the window. We all laughed heartily as she ran back inside. She ran up the stairs and was shivering like crazy. We all huddled around her to warm her up, when I felt a hand start to rub my dick through my jeans. We were all so close that I couldn’t tell who it was. I saw Joel start to grind his crotch against Lisa naked ass. Ryan was rubbing Carly’s crotch while he kissed Becky. I grabbed the hand and pulled it toward me. It was Christine’s hand. I pulled her to one of the couches and pounced on her. Joel pushed Lisa down on another couch while Ryan, Carly, and Becky chose the floor.

This game had quickly devolved into a full blown orgy, but no one was complaining. We all tore each other’s remaining articles of clothing and went to work in our little groups.

Joel was kneeling in front of Lisa’s little pussy and eating her out. Carly was sucking Ryan’s cock while he mauled Becky’s huge tits. Christine was kneeling before me as I sat on the couch. She took my dick into her mouth and began to massage my shaft with her tongue. She fondled my balls and started to bob up and down on my hard dick. I reached down and started to rub her ass. As I snaked my fingers towards her asshole and she squealed. She pushed me back against the couch and climbed on top of me.

I slid my cock up inside her waiting pussy and she started to rock up and down onto me. I looked over and Joel now had Lisa on her back on the couch with her legs over her head. He was plowing his big cock into her small pussy. She was thrashing her head around and screaming unintelligible things. Down on the floor Ryan had Carly on her knees and his cock was assaulting her pussy from behind. Becky was lying below as Carly was leaning forward on her elbows and was lapping at Becky’s dripping pussy.

The room was filled with grunts and groans, and flooded with the smell of animal sex. Joel was really driving into Lisa’s pussy, and both were on the verge. She was raising her hips to meet his every thrust. With one last drive Joel plunged into her and they both let loose. Joel shot his sticky seed into Lisa’s quivering cunt. Lisa continued to moan as Joel pumped his cum into her. Joel then fell on top of Lisa as they bother tried to recover their strength. The trio on the floor was close to coming as well. Carly was relentlessly sucking and licking Becky’s clit as Ryan continued to rail Carly’s sweet pussy. Becky was the first to come as she coated Carly’s face with her juices. That sent Carly over the top and she climaxed around Ryan’s cock. Carly rolled onto her back and lay next to Becky on the floor. Ryan straddled them both and stroked his dick. His ass clenched as he shot rope after rope of jizz all over Carly and Becky’s face and tits. Ryan sat down after draining his balls of their seed as Carly and Becky licked and cleaned each other up.

Christine and I now had an audience. I was close to cumming and new she was too as he breathing was getting ragged. I stuck my index finger in her mouth and she sucked on it sloppily. I pulled it out and traced it down her ass cheek ass slid it full tilt into her ass. She screamed and began to really pound down on to my cock. I took her left nipple between my teeth and bit down and she could handle no more. Her cunt exploded in orgasm and clamped down around my cock. I began to shoot my pent up load inside of her. She fell limp against my body and we kissed, massaging each other’s tongues and exploring each other’s mouths. This wasn’t just sex for us, it was something more special.

The room was silent save for the sound of contented moaning. We still had two more weeks of winter break, and were sure to have more of this kind of fun again.