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Maggie was tired when she looked at the clock at 8:06pm. No wonder she was feeling exhausted, she had been at work a bit over twelve hours. She was a CPA and it was tax season, long hours were required; especially if you wanted to be noticed in the company and hope for promotion. She was ambitious and wanted partner status as soon as she was qualified for consideration. But now it was time to head home until tomorrow when she faced the same grind. She had checked the weather and traffic, it had been snowing all afternoon and the southbound expressway that she normally drove was backed up for miles by several accidents. She was very familiar with the city and knew side streets that had little use at that time of night so she was not worried about getting home, especially since she had a four wheel drive car. She gathered her coat and purse as she headed out of her office to her car. Fortunately it was parked underground so she would not have to immediately deal with a snow and ice covered car. She put the car in four wheel drive and headed out into the night, looking forward to a relaxing bath when she arrived home. Her husband, Max, was out of town on a business trip; she would arrive home to an empty house but she was used to that. He was an engineer for a big company with government contracts. Travel was frequently required to Washington to meet with clients. The bath would provide both relaxation and one of her favorite places to masturbate. A glass of wine and her self-gratification would be all she needed for the night. She and Max had been married for ten years and their sex life had dwindled with time. What had been mad, passionate sex anytime anywhere had become a weekend ritual. They had talked about it on several occasions. They both wanted more but the demands of their careers had just slowed them both down; they reluctantly played the hand they had been dealt. As she drove she enjoyed the white snow, as yet mostly untouched by the vehicles that would soon turn it brown. She headed south on a four lane road that, at one time, had been a major artery but the expressways had long since taken much of its traffic. It was lined with businesses and offices, largely old since the road went through one of the oldest and run down parts of the city. All the side streets had homes built chiefly just before or after World War II. Most were clapboard with a few bricks ones here and there. The area had declined for years and now housed low income families, mostly black but a few white and Hispanic families could be found. She and her husband knew the area because they volunteered on weekends at a food bank in the area. She had no safety worries, although the people were poor there was no gang activity and very little drug dealing. As she cruised down the street she did not she the large pothole hidden by the snow. Suddenly the car lurched, the steering wheel twisted in her hands and the car shuddered; all from the right front tire dropping into the hole. It was now hard to steer and she heard a flapping noise. She turned onto a side street and parked under a street lamp. A quick inspection showed that the front tire had blown out. She knew the car had a spare tire but had no idea how to change it. She called AAA. They told her they would be there but it would be at least two hours due to the weather and the calls ahead of her. As she was thinking about what to do, a black man, wearing a hoodie, came walking down the street carrying a brown grocery bag. He saw her, her problem and stopped to see if he could help her. “Evening Ma’am, I see you have a bit of a problem. I’ll be glad to help if you would like.” “Oh yes please! Anything you can do I would really appreciate.” “Well my name is Charlie,” he said as he put his bag down. “Let’s check your spare tire and jack. I’ll see if we can get you back on the road. Please hit the button to open the car’s rear hatch.” “Thank you Charlie. My name is Margaret but everyone calls me Maggie. I’ll get that open right now.” The lock clicked and the rear door raised open. Charlie lifted the cover to retrieve the spare and the jack. As he was beginning to get it out he discovered it had little or no air in it. “This is not good Ma’am. Your spare tire seems to be flat also and all the garages in the area are closed at this time of night.” “I have called AAA but it is at least a two hour wait and don’t call me Ma’am, I am Maggie,” she said with a big smile. “You can’t stay out in this weather. This house just in front of us is where I stay. şişli escort Four of us rent it and have for several years. We all work in construction trades. The house is old but we keep it up for the owner in return for a good deal on the rent. You should have no worries, we are all very respectful of women and since you are familiar with the area and its people you may enjoy your wait. You never know, the wait for the repair truck could at least be interesting.” “I really appreciate the offer Charlie and I have no worries. I am sure I will enjoy meeting your friends and drinking one of those beers that you have in the bag.” “You noticed that did you? Well we are watching a basketball game and ran out. I was coming back from that convenience store down the block. Did you have dinner?” “No and I am starving.” “We will fix you up with some pizza to go with the beer.” “Sounds good, let’s go!” They walked the short distance to the house and he opened the door for her. She walked in, with Charlie right behind her, to see two guys sitting on a couch watching TV. They were intent on the game and did not look up. “Charlie, what took so long!? Damn man, we need a beer.” They turned just as she was taking off her coat. “Holy crap who is this beautiful creature?” “Remember your manners! This is Maggie. Her car broke down and I offered her a warm house, a beer and some pizza while she waits for help, so cool your jets and have a beer,” he said as he tossed a can to each of them. Maggie laid her coat over a chair and she turned to face them. This was the first time Charlie and the others really got a good look at her. She was in high heels, wearing a black straight skirt that stopped just above her knees, a white silk blouse and a black jacket. She also removed her jacket, placed it with her coat and then stepped out of her heels. At thirty-two she had a great figure. A white 34C pushup bra was hidden under the blouse and a black thong under the skirt. Even though her sex life had slowed down she still loved to dress for effect. She knew it was a good effect and she intended to use all her attributes, mental and physical, to advance her position in the company. She smiled to herself and straightened her shoulders a bit as she felt all their eyes checking her out. Accepting a beer from Charlie, she checked them out as they did her. Good looking guys and in good physical shape she thought to herself. Charlie quickly introduced the two guys on the couch. “That is Andre who made those somewhat obnoxious comments and Marcus is the quiet one.” She laughed and sat on the couch to get to the pizza. “Don’t worries, I have no objection to being admired by such nice men. A girl enjoys being appreciated. Pass me that pizza please.” Marcus handed her a piece on a paper towel. He could not help but notice how her skirt had slipped half way up her thigh when she sat down. The sight of her smooth creamy legs started to stir desire in all of them. Suddenly a door just a few feet down the hallway opened and a naked man walked out looking at the floor as he rubbed his wet head with a towel. “Charlie get back with that beer yet?” At the same time Charlie yelled, “Rolly, get back in the bathroom and put some clothes on!” Rolly looked up, baffled by Charlie yelling at him. “What the fu… who is that?!” Realizing he was naked, he leapt back into the bathroom. “Sorry about that Maggie, he obviously did not know you were here. That is Rolly. I am sure he is very embarrassed.” “No problem,” she stammered. “It is not like I have never seen a naked man before,” trying to make light of it. But mentally she was transfixed by the sight of his cock. It hung down, it seemed, half way to his knees. It swung and almost slapped his thigh when he jumped back into the bathroom. She returned her eyes to the TV but that image was scorching in her mind. She had seen porn videos that she found on their computer, undoubtedly downloaded by Max, of black men with incredible cocks. She never told Max but had watched them and was dripping with desire after seeing their performance and the resulting exhilaration in their female partners. Suddenly she had a different feeling about the men she was sitting with. Thoughts were racing through her mind that she could not control. Could they all be like him? What could it possibly be like? Would something like that even fit in her petite body? Not surprisingly she abruptly felt hot. Her nipples were now showing through her blouse; her pussy was quickly getting damp and mecidiyeköy escort tumescent. She put the pizza down and took a long deep drink of the cold beer. Just then Rolly came out, fully dressed, followed by Charlie. He had gone in there to explain Maggie to Rolly so there would be no more accidents or misunderstandings. Rolly walked over to the couch and apologized to her, explaining he had no idea they had a visitor, especially one so beautiful. He could not help running his eyes up and down her, observing her hard nipples. She tried to maintain eye contact but her eyes kept glancing at his crotch, seeing the outline of his organ. “Don’t worry about it Rolly. I know you did not do it on purpose and like I told your roommates, it is not the first time I have seen a cock, I am a married woman after all.” She had another long drink and tried to blot out the image and resulting thoughts by concentrating on the TV. It was not really working. She glanced down and saw her nipples were still prominent points on her blouse. She wondered what was going through the minds of the four men in the room with her. The men had exchanged glances several times after Rolly had made his surprise appearance. Their eyes went from each other to her perfect bobs, hard nipples and her thighs then back to each other. She had slipped down on the couch, consequently and unwittingly exposing even more of her thighs. Everyone’s conversation had died down as they all, individually, played out versions of the same carnal thoughts in their minds. Maggie knew she was excited by what she had seen in the porns but, at this point, was still trying to repress it. A married woman does think such thoughts, especially in a room with at least one guy just in the movies. All the guys wanted her but besides being courteous they knew the potential problems that could be created having a married white woman in a house with four black guys. They enjoyed their lives and did not need any drama. After realizing that her desire was not going to disappear, she decided to just talk with Charlie privately if she could. He had been nothing but well-mannered and considerate of her so she felt comfortable with him, felt she could have a calm, adult conversation. “Charlie, would it be okay if we had a conversation somewhere more private?” “Sure, but really the only place is my bedroom. If that is okay with you?” “That’s fine. I know you are a gentleman.” She levered herself up off the couch, straightened her clothes and followed him as he headed down the hall. He opened the second door and stood aside so she could go first. He followed and closed the door behind them. “I only have the one chair. Why don’t you sit there and I will just sit on the bed.” She did and after a few moments of silence, he asked her what was on her mind. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea because I am a married woman and have never cheated on my husband. Having said that, I am really curious about something and I feel I can trust you. Can I?” “I don’t know what is on your mind but you can trust me to help you in any way I can.” “Okay. So here is the thing. I found some porn movies that my husband Max has on our computer. He does not know I saw them, I did not want to embarrass him but I watched them. Some of them involved black men with large penis’s that obviously were extremely pleasing to the women they were with. I figured the actor was a one in a million guy in terms of size but when I saw Rolly I was amazed and truthfully, turned on.” Charlie chuckled and immediately told her he was not laughing at her but rather the situation. “If you think you are turned on, how do you think four black guys seeing a white woman as hot and sexy as you in their house feel? We could not help but notice your hard nipples and your glances. So what is it that you are so curious about?” She blushed and said, “Well I would like to know just how common is it for a black man to have such an endowment?” “I understand your curiosity. It is certainly not all black guys. Plenty are just like white guys but the percentages are higher in the African American population. Take the four of us for example. It is probably a bit unusual but we all are about Rolly’s size, give or take a bit.” Maggie looked startled. “You mean you are like Rolly?” “Pretty much. Maybe just a tad shorter. We have never had a dick measuring contest,” he said chuckling. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” He smiled and hopefully said, “I’ll be glad to show you.” She just sat there quietly. Her head down, staring at the floor, thinking. He did not say anything else. The silence was deafening. Finally she whispered, “Yes, I would like to see it.” He stepped up to her, unzipped and pulled it out. Her head was still down. He did not say a word, the sound of the zipper said everything. Slowly her head came up. “Oh my lord! You are huge and not even hard!” “Guess I am bigger than Max?” “Hell yes you are! I almost can’t believe it.” First she put one hand around it and felt it start to grow. Then she put her other hand on it as it continued to grow. She could not close her fingers around it. She pulled him closer and lightly kissed its head. “Can I just lick it? I feel so guilty.” Still smiling he said, “No guilt or shame necessary. Lick it, kiss it, suck it, stroke it; do whatever you please. I am happy you are so interested.” She opened wide and took a small amount into her mouth, savoring the feel and salty taste. Amazed by its size compared to Max. Oh Max she thought, what would you think? Can I bring myself to do what I want? After running her tongue around its head, she pulled him out and lifted it high, running her tongue up and down the length of its underside. Then she remove one hand and cupped both his large, low-hanging balls, delicately caressing them. Charlie never said a word. He knew enough to just let her enjoy his cock, get to know it size and hopefully feel more comfortable and curious. She brought it back down and took more of it in her mouth, now sucking and licking stronger. She brought him to his full hardness and length. “How do women ever take this? I am sure I am way too small for it to fit but it is so exciting. So dark and magnificent! I am sure you know that just holding and sucking it has made me extremely horny and dripping wet! Just to end my curiosity would you just barely put it against my pussy so I get an idea of the feeling. I know I could never take it. I should never even be trying this but I am so damn curious.” “It would be my honor to do that for you. You also must know that like you, I am extremely horny and want to feel it in you and make you cum stronger than you ever have. I feel I have to be honest with you. I have had white women that have similar questions and responded to its size like you; they have all ended up taking it deep and usually coming back for more.” She had looked up at him while he was talking and her eyes got big as he finished. “Are you being completely honest? Is that really true!?” “Yes. I would never mislead you. Also know that I totally believe that stop means stop and no means no. I will do no more than you want.” Her desires having overcome her thoughts of Max, she stood up. “Let me undress for you and then I will remove your clothes.” Max had met her in their senior year of college. They fell in lust and then love, married just after graduation. Both of them had good jobs lined up at large companies in a big northern city. During their time in college and for a while after their marriage she had loved to strip for Max and he loved watching. She was very good at slowly and sexily removing piece after piece of clothes; moving and turning in the most sensual way; playing with her nipples as they became exposed; rubbing her pussy and moaning as she brought a finger full of her juice to her mouth. Max was always rock hard after her show. As she unzipped her skirt she was inwardly thrown back to those days. Her skirt fell to the floor, exposing the black thong that was clearly sodden and exuding her nectar. She turned so he could see her perfectly shaped ass as she unbuttoned her blouse. A sudden thought of his cock in her ass made a tremor run through her. Turning back, she let her blouse fall exposing her white, sheer bra; her nipples, brown and hard, pushing to be released. As she was rubbing and squeezing them, she once again turned her back to him and released its hooks; it fell in front of her. Back facing him she held both tits tight, her head thrown back in sensuous pleasure. Opening her eyes and locking in a gaze with him, she swayed back and forth as she slowly pulled her thong to her knees where she let go and stood up, hooking it with her toe and tossing it to him, her bare swollen pussy now in his full view. She wagged her finger at him. He stood and walked to her. She put one of his hands on her pussy and the other on a nipple. He squeezed her tit hard, pulling and tweaking it as he slipped a finger in her. She moaned and met his gaze as she unbuttoned his shirt, undid his belt and held his cock. Nothing would come off him until he removed his hands from her. He was as lost as she, her moaning and writhing, he transfixed by her radiating sexuality.

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It is another Monday in the information technology department. Nathan spent most of the morning droning away on a new project. It was not difficult to build but it was very boring. By 1:00 PM the monotony is making his mind numb. He realizes he has been staring into nowhere and jerks his vision back into focus. As his vision clears, he is pleasantly surprised at the view. His co-worker, Anna, is in front of him only a desk away and leaning forward to get something out of a low drawer in her desk. Nathan often wonders if she is purposely trying to grab his attention. Today is no exception. She is wearing a gray pencil skirt and a button-up white blouse. The blouse is thin and, even with a white bra, Nathan can gather the basic details of her undergarments.She leans forward more. Whatever she is searching for is eluding her. With the top three buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, a gap starts to form between her chest and the blouse. Nathan forces himself to look away. It is not that he is too polite to look down her shirt, but that he needs to scan the room to see if anyone else has noticed he is staring; they have not.He gives into temptation and looks back at Anna, she is still searching. He has always found her beautiful. She continues her search and leans down further, bending almost ninety degrees in front of him. Nathan can trace her neckline down to her exposed chest. At best, the view is PG-13, but Nathan’s imagination is exceptionally vivid, and he lets his mind wander.Enjoying the view, Nathan wishes she had chosen no bra and imagines the view if her breasts were unrestrained and pressing against her thin blouse. Just as he starts imagining how her nipples would look pressing out against the fabric, he notices Anna; she is looking at him.Nathan jerks his head away as if to suggest he has not meant to stare. As he does, he can feel the heat of embarrassment on his face. Anna closes the drawer but does not stand up completely straight. She does not attempt to interrupt the view. She simply smiles.Nathan realizes he is not being rebuked and brings his vision back to Anna. He steels himself to give an apology. He and Anna are close work friends, and he does not want to jeopardize that.Nathan begins, saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”, but he loses his words.Anna smiles appreciatively, and replies, “It is nice to see someone enjoying the view.”There is confusion on Nathan’s face, and it must have been obvious because Anna went on, “I wish my husband felt the same.”Nathan cannot help but laugh, and share, “I know the feeling.”Anna raises an eyebrow and asks, “You have a husband?”The remark is meant to be comedic.Anna glances at her watch şişli escort and gives Nathan another flirtatious smile before hurrying off to whatever destination calls her. Nathan is left in a peculiar state. His mind is split between the vision he has been building in his mind and the unexpected way she had responded. He cannot help but wonder what kind of idiot would take her for granted.After a moment he laughs to himself and thinks, “Probably the same kind of idiot who would take me for granted.”As the afternoon continues, Nathan hopes he will have the chance to continue the conversation, but that is not to be. Whatever Anna is doing, it takes the rest of the day. He does not see her before he leaves to go home. That evening, the conversation occupies his thoughts, and he enjoys it. It has been a long time since he has felt like this.Unlike Monday, Tuesday morning is not an average morning. Nathan comes in early as usual, but today his thoughts are occupied, and he is not getting much done in the way of work. Anna has been in his thoughts since yesterday and he looks forward to her returning to her desk. The conversation from Monday, no matter how brief, sparked something in his mind.He has often thought of how enticing Anna is but has always cut those thoughts short. She is married. He is married. That had always been the end of it. But now, he lets his mind wander into new territories. He wants to talk to her. It is not that he intends to seduce her. He does not know what it was but, whatever it is, it is new and brings back feelings.Nathan is pleasantly surprised when Anna shows up earlier than usual. They are the only ones in the office. Nathan’s heart speeds up knowing that if they were meant to continue the conversation, now was the right time. Nathan watches as Anna makes her way to her desk and sets down the backpack she always brings with her.“Hey, about yesterday…” Nathan says as he starts to apologize.Anna smiles and cuts him off by interjecting, “I really did not mind. It has been a while since someone looked at me like that…” She pauses and shakes her head before continuing, “Well at least someone that I don’t mind looking at me that way.”Nathan opens his mouth to respond but is left speechless as he processes her statement. His lack of words causes Anna to realize exactly what she has just revealed. She opens her mouth to change the statement, but the words have been said. Instead of speaking she simply smiles bashfully.“Sorry, I don’t mean to make things awkward,” is all she could think to say.Nathan smiles. “That hardly makes things awkward. I am just glad you do not think I am a creep.”He pauses and looks mecidiyeköy escort down at his desk then states, “Your husband is an idiot.”“And you?” Anna asks, “Your wife is the same kind of idiot if she has no interest.”Nathan takes a deep breath and explains, “It’s sad that some people stop trying to make things interesting and then …”Anna finishes the phrase, “… and then complain about things not being interesting?”It is less of a question and more of an affirmation.Nathan shakes his head in agreement and says, “Yes.”For a moment, the two share a smile at the stupidity of their spouses. Still smiling, Anna sits down at her desk facing Nathan. There is a strange feeling in the air and they both feel it. It is not awkward; it is something else.Anna begins typing on her computer but not for long. Nathan notices the look on Anna’s face. It is one of frustration.“God I really miss being wanted,” Anna spits out with a distinct disdain in her voice.She shakes her head and then continues, “We used to be so passionate together but now….” She pauses. “Now it’s like I am alone.”“Are you talking about your husband? Or my wife?” James asks letting her know he understands.It is Nathan’s turn to shake his head as he continues “Sex without passion is so…” he searches for the words, “empty.”“I know!” Anna agrees and then continues the thought saying, “there is just something amazing about a partner who needs you.”Nathan opens his mouth to agree but does not get the words out before Anna continues, “I know this is probably more than you want to know, but you can just tell.”She takes in a needy breath before thinking out loud, “A man is never harder… thicker than when he needs you.”Anna pauses but then continues, “You can see the need in his eyes as he moves inside you.” Nathan notices Anna’s hands pull away from the keyboard and slip below her desktop. He can tell they are between her tights. He desperately wants to know what they are doing. Anna again realizes she had said more than she should have. Her hands jerk upward and come to rest on the desk again.“Sorry.” A visibly frustrated Anna explains, “I blame it on hormones; I am ovulating and gods… that is when I need it the most.”As soon as the words leave Anna’s mouth her face turns red. The intent was to justify her thoughts, but she ended up revealing even more. James swallows hard. He knows exactly what she was talking about; that need is starting to build inside him now.“I don’t mind at all,” Nathan says to reassure her and then sympathizes saying, “I know what you mean. There is something erotic as hell when you can see the desire in a woman’s eyes. Just knowing she needs to feel you inside her… gods I miss that.”Nathan takes a chance and risks being too forward and he lets his right hand leave the desk and move to his center. His cock is hard and growing more so. He tries not to be obvious in his movements. He wraps his fingers around his shaft. His lust was getting the better of him.A wicked look on Anna’s face snaps Nathan from his trance; he is staring again.“How hard are you right now?” Anna asks devilishly.Lust has consumed Nathan; he has no reservations about his answer, “Harder than I have been in a long time.”“What are you thinking about?” Anna continues to prod.Nathan knows she can see his thoughts on his face and chuckles nervously before responding, “Are you sure you want to know?”Anna’s smile provides an answer.After taking a deep breath Nathan tells her, “When a woman ovulates, it feels amazing. Her cum is thicker than usual and it feels…” Nathan squeezes his shaft, “perfect.”Nathan takes a deep breath and starts to finish his thought, “It seems unfortunate we can’t….”He cuts himself off realizing his statement is asking Anna if she will let him take her. He had not meant to be quite that forward.“Sorry,” Nathan says worrying he has pushed things too far, “I have my own hormones.”Anna does not acknowledge the apology. Instead, she lets her hands return to her center and press against her swollen clit. She takes in a breath and enjoys the sensation.“Fuck it,” she says aloud as she decides to act on her impulse.Nathan is caught off guard. Anna stands up from her chair and glances around the office. It is still empty. She walks over to Nathan and holds out her hand.“Come on,” she offers.Nathan has no words but gets up from his desk. As he does, his hardness creates a bulge in his pants; he makes no effort to hide it. Anna notices and her smile grows even more devious.The two look over the office. Nathan glances at the clock; they have thirty minutes before anyone else will be in the office.“Where do you want to go?” Anna asks.The question confirms to Nathan that he can take her; he just needs to decide where. His mind is torn. He would like to sit in his chair and feel her body straddle him. He wants to bend her over his desk and fuck her hard from behind. He wants to lay her on the carpet in his boss’s office. The ideas continued to flood his mind.Anna waits a few moments. She can see the thoughts racing through his mind. Not wanting to waste any time she reaches up with her right hand and grabs Nathan’s tie. She pulls him close and kisses him. She knows very well that this will only add to the many thoughts that are paralyzing him.Anna breaks the kiss and lets her hand fall from his tie to his hand. She turns and leads him into the back office. After entering she walks directly to the desk at the front of the room and clears the front of it. She then turns to face Nathan.

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I pulled up to the house, grabbed the bag, and stepped inside. The aroma of steaks flowed through in the air, as I dropped the bag in the hallway, and found Jack in the kitchen cooking. “There she is,” he said. “Here I’m. So, just to be clear, my vision is correct, you are actually cooking?” I asked, as I rambled towards him. “I know, it’s wild,” he replied. My arms went around him, and my lips met his for a few seconds too. Then his right hand came to my ass. We had kissed a few times since I hooked up with Kirsten, but nothing sexual ever occurred, so he was on the receiving end of a weird look. “What, I earned the right to grab your ass when I married you,” he made clear. “Ow!” I yelled out, as his fingers pressed together on my butt. A smile appeared on his face. “What’s with you?” I wondered. His head leaned back, as his eyebrows rose. “What, are you really gonna play that game?” he asked. My eyes widened, as my heart pounded out of my chest. “What are you talking about?” I pondered. Then he strolled to the highest cabinet, and his hands climbed into it. He came back to me, with his left hand hidden behind his back. “Happy anniversary, Donna, I love you,” he said, as he handed me a small box. ‘Holy shit’, I thought, as my breathing escalated. “Oh, Jack. I think we’re past the part of the relationship where we have to give each other gifts on anniversaries,” I said. “What are you talking about? Last year, you demanded your gift right when I woke up,” he told me. Unable to talk my way out of this, tears appeared on my face, as I had nothing to give him. I opened the box, and I found a beautiful twelve hearted necklace vacating it. I just starred at it for a minute, as I was sure it had a hefty price tag. I also knew he was gonna make me try it on, and if I resisted, he would know something was up. I took it out, and put it on. I saw my reflection in the window, and swallowed a couple times, as it became difficult to breathe. Then I found his arms coming around me, and his chin on my right shoulder. “It’s beautiful, Jack,” I mumbled. “Not even half as beautiful as you,” he said. I gave him a şişli escort kiss, and jetted to the bathroom. I paced in there, and shut the door. My hands went to the kitchen sink, as my I saw my reflection in the mirror. “How could I cheat on such a wonderful man?” I cried softly. Positive that situations didn’t get too much grayer than this one, I became clueless what to do. Tears were shed for a few minutes, as attempts to contain myself failed. My eyes shut, and thoughts of both of them loped through my mind. My feet stomped on the floor a few times, as my hands came to my head, to pull my hair out. Then sounds of knocking were heard. “Oh, you are making me wait, I like that,” he said through the door. My hand went to a hand towel, and it brought to my face. My tears were washed away, as I did my best to contain myself again. Bullshit wasn’t an option on the gift, so I just opened the door, but more few tears escaped to progress down my face. As he saw me, his facial muscles portrayed a sad face. “What’s wrong, Donna?” he wondered. “I’m sorry, Jack, I forgot our anniversary,” I said, as I looked down. A slight chuckle fell out of his lips. “And that’s why you are crying?” he pondered. As a few more tears appeared, he sauntered forward to me, enclosed his arms around me, and consoled me. “Don’t worry about it, I can’t give you too much shit, sense I forgot it last year. I had to confess it to you at seven in the morning,” he reminded me. He let it go, kissed me, and went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Over that time, a few texts were received from Kirsten. A text got sent to her too, as I stood in the bedroom. “I’m having a nice dinner with Jack tonight, it’s our anniversary,” I sent to her “Oh, okay. Call me tomorrow, I guess. I love you,” she sent back. “I know, I love you too. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I sent back to her. “Hey, Donna, come here please,” I heard him yell. I toured back to the kitchen, and saw a new dress laying on the counter. An overwhelmed look appeared, and my right hand came to my head. “A beautiful woman, deserves a beautiful dress,” he mentioned, mecidiyeköy escort as he cheesed at me. I stripped to my bra, and panties, as I heard my heartbeats in my ears. “Oh, sexy,” he moaned, as I grabbed the dress. My feet went into the dress, and my arms went in the holes. Then I found him behind me, to zip it up. He took me to the dining room, and had candles set up on the table with dinner ready. I had a lot of wonderful times with Kirsten, but Jack seemed to be trying to make up for lost time. Then the lights dimmed, and we sat across from each for dinner. “What’s been going with you? I know you’ve been busy lately,” he said. A massive amount of air became sucked into my lungs. “I’ve just been out, living life, while I can. You know what I mean?” I pondered. “Does that include buying those sexy bras, and panties from Victoria’s Secret? Damn, you have good taste, honey. Do you mind if you give me a little fashion show tonight, as my anniversary gift?” he was curious about. “I’d love that,” I whispered. That would stay between us. We made some more conversation over dinner, and I remembered why I married him: for his listening skills. As I still had a life outside Kirsten, I told him a few stories from work. “So you actually heard Susan’s name called out from your boss’s office? Are you sure?” he pondered. “Yes, I’m positive. I knew there was a reason why she got promoted above ten other people, when she is a complete numb skull,” I replied. Laughs jumped out from both of our mouths, along with more pleasant conversations. After dinner, both of us crashed on the couch. He laid down first, and I followed so I’d be laying right in front of him. We cuddled together, as the TV played Pretty in Pink. After many failed attempts to get him to watch it with me, he actually volunteered to watch it with me. When the movie ended, his feet met the floor, and his arms went underneath me. He carried me over to the hallway, and picked up the Victoria’s Secret bag. Then he transported me to the bedroom, set me on the bed, and got right on top of me. He laid his lips onto mine, and another vibration came from my phone. Even with the deal, assumption that they were from Kirsten crossed my mind “Damn, whose texting you now?” he wondered. “I don’t know, let me turn it off,” I replied, as I got up. I went to my dresser, and pulled my phone out. I checked the texts, and I had seven from Kirsten. “I miss you, but I’m happy about your anniversary,” her latest text read. A text couldn’t be sent back right then though, but I just turned it to having no vibration, or sound. Then I came back to the bed, stood in front of him. His hands went to the back of my dress, and found the zipper. It slowly made it’s way down, and the dress fell off me. As he had me just my bra, and panties, he rummaged through my bag. He picked out the pink set, and handed it to me. “I wanna see my sexy wife wearing this,” he said. Obligated to fulfill his wish, I stripped completely, situated myself with it. His eyes never departed from me. “Wow, Donna. You are a supermodel, I’m sure you could even get the ladies to love that,” he put on the record. Then I began moving around to model it for him. A small dance commenced, as his eyes followed my boobs. Even as I lowered myself to my knees multiple times, his eyes never lost track my boobs. “Oh my, I’ve been missing out,” he moaned, with his right hand down his pants. A cheesing smile appeared on his face, as his hand looked busy. I hadn’t seen his teeth like that in a long while by then. “Do you want to fuck me, Jack. With that big cock?” I moaned. “Get over here,” he roared like a lion. I jumped onto the bed with him, got on top of him, and our lips attracted one another for a couple minutes. Thoughts of how this would change the relation sprung to mind. “I love the new stuff, but I wanna see what it’s hiding,” he moaned. Positions were switched, and his arms voyaged underneath me. His hands undid my bra, and threw it on the floor. I received a kiss imprint on my forehead, and then he went down to my crotch. His lips left a kissing trail the whole way down, and his hands came to the straps on my panties. He pulled them right off me, and threw them on the floor too. His eyes glared at me, and his teeth made another appearance. “I love you,” he mouthed. “I love you too,” I mouthed back. He went right between my legs, and began eating me out.

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“Roommate finally asleep. Come to the window and I’ll let you in.”Lucia bit her lip as she sent the text to Carlos. The rest of the robotics team would flip if they knew she was fooling around with the captain of a rival team. She’d be lying if she said that didn’t make it more fun. Sure, Carlos was an absolute snack, and she’d have been into him regardless… But only seeing each other at meets? Finding excuses to sneak away from their teams? Looking for isolated stairwells where they could have a quickie? That was hot, no doubt about it.Currently, her entire team was staying in a quad dorm on the MIT campus for a competition. Coach Sam had immediately paired them off into rooms, and she’d ended up with Kara. As a teammate, Kara was great. Smart, passionate, always finding clever solutions and pushing the team to do more. As a roommate? Well, Lucia might have been able to convince Amy or one of the other girls to let her sneak a guy in. But she had a feeling Kara wouldn’t be so understanding, especially if the guy was an opponent.So when Kara said they should get a good night’s sleep, Lucia agreed. They’d put on their pajamas, turned off the light, and climbed into their beds. Then Lucia pretended to go to sleep while watching Kara like a hawk. Only after what felt like hours did her breathing slow enough that Lucia could text Carlos.Slowly, she slipped out of her bed and tiptoed to the window, thanking the universe that their room was on the ground floor and had a window that opened fully. Looking across the parking lot, she could see Carlos standing under a light, looking at his phone. He must have already been waiting a while. She grinned. The anticipation was good for him.Quietly, she slid the window open and waved him over. He was wearing joggers and a tight t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders. Climbing in was complicated by a large prickly bush under the window, but he managed it without making too much noise.And then, finally, he was there. He pulled her against him and opened his mouth to say something, but she pressed a finger to his lips and pointed at Kara, mercifully still asleep. He nodded, and she led him to the bed, pulling him down on top of her. No need to talk anyway.Their hands explored each other’s bodies with increasing urgency. He squeezed her breasts through her tank top and settled his weight between her thighs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter against her. She kissed him aggressively, biting his lower lip and pushing her tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind, and she felt a heat kindle in her core.He started pulling the hem of her shirt up. She shifted her weight to let him lift it high enough to expose her breasts and tried not to gasp as the heat of his mouth closed around her nipple. She felt it stiffen against his tongue, and he rolled her other nipple between his şişli escort thumb and forefinger. A lazy wave of heat rolled down her spine to where his weight still rested between her legs.She thought she saw a movement across the room but was distracted immediately by Carlos getting up on his knees to pull down her shorts. She raised her hips to help and grinned as he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He parted her legs slowly, reverently. She’d shaved everything this morning, knowing how the sight excited him.He leaned down to keep sucking on her nipple as his hand slid up her thigh. She bit her lip as his warm fingers teased her folds, gently at first, but with increasing enthusiasm. She let him tease a fingertip between her lips but gently pushed his hand away as he moved toward her clit. He meant well, but he had a tendency to be too aggressive, treating her most sensitive spot like it was a miniature cock.She appreciated the effort, but what really got her wet was sucking his cock. Carlos was blessed. His shaft was a lovely shade of brown, and just on the edge of too large for her. He kept clean and trimmed, and she loved seeing how deep she could swallow him.She got up onto her hands and knees, and he was already tugging down his pants. He also wasn’t wearing underwear, and she eagerly took his cock into her mouth, where it stiffened quickly. He bit his knuckle and tried not to make any noise as she let her tongue dance against his head.She grinned when she felt him gently push his hips forward, and let him go deeper. When he bumped against the back of her mouth, she tried to relax her throat. She loved swallowing him this way.After a moment, she felt his hand cradling the back of her head and he started to move his hips more insistently. Trying not to gag, she followed his lead, allowing him to start slowly fucking her mouth as a surge of desire washed over her. Gradually, his pace quickened as he got more excited, thrusting deeper each time until her forehead was resting against his taut stomach. Her eyes watered, and she felt her throat tighten, which made his breath catch as he tried not to cry out.Finally, sputtering and nearly choking, she had to pull away. Carlos shuddered, trying to quietly catch his breath. Still kneeling, his cock jutted towards her, glistening wet and twitching. Wiping her mouth and grinning, she turned around and dropped onto her elbows, shaking her upturned ass at him. She’d had plans for a long, slow, quiet night of lovemaking, but right now all she wanted was him behind her, burying his cock in her now-dripping pussy.She buried her face in the pillow to avoid making a sound as he rubbed his head between her lips and pushed just a little way inward. She felt him grip her hips and shivered, knowing he was about to start fucking her. They both paused, savoring mecidiyeköy escort the anticipation. She had no idea how they would keep from making any noise that would wake Kara.Glancing in her roommate’s direction, Lucia was shocked to make eye contact. Just for a fraction of a second, until Kara quickly shut her eyes. It was over so quickly, she wondered if she’d imagined it. Even so, it caused a complicated mix of emotions to wash over her. Surprise. Embarrassment. Confusion. Worry.But mostly? Lust. Because she could have sworn that Kara’s eyes were filled with arousal.Suddenly, Carlos thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. She gasped, and for a moment, all thoughts were driven from her mind. She had to bite the pillow to keep from crying out. God, she loved this. Knowing she’d turned him on this much, gotten him this hard, and now he was fucking her.Was Kara really watching? How long had she been watching? Had she been awake the whole time? Or had she woken up to the wet sounds of her sucking Carlos’ cock? Why hadn’t she said anything? Was she getting off right now? Lucia gasped at the idea of Kara with her hand in her underwear, trying just as hard as they were to be quiet.Carlos reached down between her thighs to rub her clit. Normally she would have stopped him, but now she wondered if it would turn Kara on to see it. She risked another quick peek and once again made eye contact for a heartbeat before Kara shut her eyes, still pretending to sleep. There was no longer any doubt. Kara was awake, watching, and into it.Involuntarily (mostly), Lucia moaned as Carlos removed his hand from between her thighs and grabbed a handful of her hair instead. He pulled firmly backward, forcing her up off her elbows, arching her back until she had to put her hands on the headboard. He was fucking her hard now, slamming against her enough to make her tits bounce. Tension was building deep in her core.Another glance, another brief moment of eye contact. Lucia was almost certain she could see movement below the covers. Kara must be masturbating as she watched them fuck. Carlos pulled her hair tighter and she whimpered, gripping the headboard tightly. Did Kara like girls? Was she staring at her tits or his cock? Maybe both? Was she thrusting fingers into her pussy, matching their pace, imagining how it would feel if Carlos was fucking her?Lucia was gasping from the excitement of the situation. Finally, she looked directly at Kara. Not a glance, but prolonged contact. She wanted to see Kara watching. No more pretending to be asleep. Kara’s eyes showed a moment of shock, but this time she didn’t close them or look away. The movement under the covers seemed to quicken. Her pussy clenched with excitement. Carlos was fucking her while Kara watched. She was right on the edge, and Kara was getting off watching her!Kara mouthed the word “cum,” and Lucia didn’t know if that meant Kara was cumming, or she knew Lucia was about to, or if she was giving an order. Regardless, all her muscles contracted and she cried out as a gush of warm fluid ran down her thighs. Carlos released his grip on her hair, allowing her to collapse onto the pillow as he held her hips, keeping his cock deep inside through her orgasm.When her vision cleared, Kara was still staring right at her. She looked impressed, embarrassed, and jealous all at the same time. A sense of relaxed bliss came over Lucia as she kept looking at Kara. She knew the two of them would never understand each other more clearly than they did at this moment. They both knew, without any need to speak, that Kara would close her eyes and continue pretending to sleep while Lucia finished Carlos off and sent him back the way he came. They would never speak about this, but it would be a secret they shared, communicated only by a sly smile now and then.And so Lucia wasn’t sure who was more surprised when, instead of all that, she found herself saying aloud, “Do you like watching Carlos fuck me, Kara?”“Hey, uh, what?” Carlos stammered, completely oblivious to all that had happened.“Fuck!” Kara squeaked and tried to hide her face under the covers.Lucia climbed off the bed, leaving Carlos behind as she crossed the room. Gently, she pulled the covers from Kara’s face. Her eyes were wide with shock and alarm.“Hey, hey, don’t worry,” Lucia reassured, sitting on the edge of the bed and touching Kara’s cheek. “It’s okay, You like to watch, I get it. Did you like seeing me go down on him?”Kara seemed hesitant to answer, but her eyes said yes.“Yeah, that was sexy, huh?” Lucia bit her lip and let her fingertips slowly wander down Kara’s neckline. “What about when he got behind me?”Still unsure how to react, Kara gave a tiny nod.“Mmmm… Yeah, I bet that looked hot. Did you see the way he pulled my hair? How he made my tits bounce ‘cause he was fucking me so hard?”Kara nodded and shivered as Lucia leaned in close to whisper in her ear.“I’m glad you were watching, it got me off. Do you want to see how wet it made me?”“Yeah…” Kara responded quietly. Then, with more determination: “I do.”Lucia smiled encouragingly as she stood up. Kara watched with aroused curiosity as Lucia slipped a finger between her lips, then showed her the lubrication coating it. Unconsciously, Kara licked her lips.“Do you want to see closer?”Eyes wide, Kara nodded.“Here, come this way.” Lucia gently touched Kara’s shoulder, encouraging her to turn so she was laying sideways with her head over the edge of the mattress. As she did, the covers pulled away, revealing a deep v-neck and pink bikini briefs. She seemed unsure of what to do with her hands, timidly adjusting the hem of her shirt.Lucia moved to straddle Kara’s head. “Look at me, Kara,” she purred. She could feel Kara’s hot breath on her thighs. “Does it turn you on to see my pussy like this?” Kara nodded and squirmed, squeezing her thighs together.

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It was another miserable Monday. The weather had been atrocious for six days now, and I was getting really fed up with not being able to go out for any length of time. I was out of work, not that it bothered me because I had plenty of money to last, and was in no rush to find a new job. I had gone into town on Saturday and again today, spending most of the day shopping and sitting in the library, reading. I didn’t really need to buy anything, but it was just a way of getting out of the house for any length of time.Mind you, I had bought myself some more clothes, some of those items were from boutiques and others from charity shops. It’s amazing what you can pick up in a charity shop, especially if you’re prepared to look around. I usually bought most garments online to avoid the stares and glares of shoppers and store assistants, but I was getting a little bolder and less worried about it. There were some things, however, one could only buy online when the shops in question were so far away from where you lived.I had watched lots of my favourite films I had in my DVD collection, and the few porn films I had purchased online. I also spent hours surfing the internet porn sites, all the time wearing my sexy lingerie and pleasuring myself. I had several pairs of panties that needed a good wash as a result of my activities.My indulgence in wearing lingerie started when I was in college. I found some of my sister’s nylon lace-trimmed panties on the radiator. She had thought I was not going to be back home from my camping holiday for another week, but I needed some extra things because of the bad weather we were having. I always knew she wore taksim escort fancy nylon or cotton panties, and often managed to sneak a pair to masturbate with.I was always careful not to spoil or stain them, and if I did, I washed and dried them very carefully. Fortunately, I was never found out.Anyway, the pair that caught my eye was dark crimson with lace around the legs and waistband, and with lace inset panels. They looked scrumptious, so on impulse, I grabbed them and took them with me. I didn’t know what I was going to do with them once I got back to camp. I knew I couldn’t just leave them in my bag in case one of the other guys found them. They weren’t even safe being left in the car, so I ended up putting them on. I was amazed by how comfortable they were and so sexy. Within moments, I was hard as rock just thinking about them and the feel of them on my arse and cock.I managed to survive the week without being found out, but it had awakened a desire to wear panties more often. I even managed to get hold of some more of my sister’s panties and a couple from my mother’s lingerie draw for my collection. Neither suspected me of taking them, believing they had somehow been lost.Needless to say, I got more adventurous and wore panties, even when going out with my mates in the evening and at the weekends. Once I had my own place to live, my indulgence had grown to other items of lingerie, such as suspender belts, stockings, basques and cami-suspenders, which didn’t show as much as basques under shirts. By the time I was twenty-five, I had a good collection of lingerie, and had even introduced some skirts and dresses to beşiktaş escort the wardrobe.I usually only wore the skirts and dresses at home, but had on a few occasions, dared to wear a skirt while driving around, and even a couple of times while taking a walk in a remote country forest walk. I had, however, never dare go out fully dressed and made-up as a woman. I have never been brave enough to do that, nor do I consider myself one of those who could pass as a woman, even heavily made-up.The few girlfriends I’d had over the years never learnt my secret, but had satisfied my sexual needs more than satisfactorily. I had, however, never had sex with a man. I had thought about it, and watched numerous porn videos on the internet, but not actually taken steps to indulge myself.Now I lived in a flat on the second floor of a three-storey block, which contained twelve flats. Mine was a one-bedroomed flat, small, but suitable for my needs. Living alone was ideal for indulging my passion, even in a block of flats, and I was always careful if I expected deliveries or visitors.When I got back from town shopping, I stripped off my normal shirt and trousers, and put on my pale blue short sleeve top and dark blue knee-length skirt with a pair of black court shoes. I was sitting in the living room watching an action movie, but was not really interested in it; I was feeling too horny dressed in my lingerie and skirt and needed some excitement.I switched on the computer and found my favourite porn site, clicked on a bisexual threesome video and started watching. After ten minutes, my cock was rock hard and straining to get out of my panties, so I took off my skirt so I could release my cock and avoid staining it. I pulled the panties over my cock so it and my balls were sticking out of the leg and made myself comfortable. I watched intently, my hand stroking my cock slowly, stopping every so often, not wanting to climax too soon, as there were several videos I wanted to watch before I finally brought myself to a climax.Dave, the younger of the two men, lay down on the bed with his legs bent at the knee, with his feet on the floor, and put a thick pillow under his head. Peter, the older man climbed on top of Dave, his legs astride him. He inched forward until his cock was over Dave’s face. He moaned with pleasure when Dave licked the head of his cock, then took it in his mouth and sucked it greedily.Dawn knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, sat on her heels and began sucking Dave’s cock while fondling his balls. All she could hear were the men’s moans of pleasure and the sounds of slurping and sucking. She found it so erotic, she started pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. After a few moments, she dropped a hand and started fingering herself, rubbing her clit and now soaking wet pussy with her fingers. Every so often, she would rub her wet fingers over Dave’s cock, suck her fingers and then resume sucking cock and fingering herself. The expression on her face revealed how much she loved the taste of her own juices.It was hard not to stroke my cock faster and in time with Dawn’s sucking of Dave’s cock, finding the whole scene highly erotic and stimulating. I was getting too close to shooting my load, so I stopped stroking myself, paused the video, and headed to the kitchen to get a coffee. Five minutes later, I resumed playing the video and drank my coffee. I massaged my cock just enough to keep it hard and stimulated.

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Elisabeth, Cait’s mom, my aunt Beth, is a therapist and she works at a women’s health center and she and my mom didn’t get along for a long time, and I know that bothered Cait’s dad a lot.I never really knew what the problem was, and I didn’t really care then because mom never let their issues get between Cait and me and she let me stay with them whenever I wanted. And anyway, that was years ago and they’re really good friends now and Cait’s mom even gave mom some counseling before and I think that helped.I asked my mom once what those things were all about and she just said “Don’t you worry about that, honey. That was all just silly mistakes and me getting the wrong idea about a bunch of stuff, but we talked it through a long time ago and you know I love her”.But the point is there was a time through maybe a couple of years when I thought Cait’s mom was a really bad person even though she was always nice when I was there, but I just thought it was all fake, and it’s not like mom ever said that she was bad but that’s just how that whole thing made me feel about her.And in my head Cait’s dad was this nice, great guy that was trapped being married to this bad person and that’s when I first kinda fell in love with him I think, even though I didn’t really know I was then. I just really liked him and felt sorry for him.And sometimes I had fantasies about him and me running away together and in those fantasies Cait didn’t even şişli escort exist, but in real life of course she did, and I was in love with her too and I loved what we did together and that first time when Cait said to me “I saw dad yesterday, like totally naked. Like all of him,” and I made her tell me about it, it was like those two people that I loved merged into this one deep, secret desire.And Cait’s mom was just in the way.But then of course I learned that aunt Beth isn’t a bad person at all, she’s the nicest person ever and she can be strict sometimes but that makes her even nicer in a way, because it’s like she’s not just stupid nice but she’s nice in a smart way, like she wants what’s best for you but she’s smart about it and she expects you to be smart about it too.And I love her, but I never loved her like I do Cait, of course. Or like I loved Cait’s dad. I never fantasized about her or anything. But then after that thing that Christmas when I saw them and she saw me, it was like she crept into every fantasy I had. I would start fantasizing about something and then she’d show up, like I couldn’t even control it.And in those fantasies she was bad again. Like, there were things Cait still wouldn’t do with me but in my fantasies she did, and then her mom would catch us and get angry and do things to me and make me do things to her, and she would tie me up and whip me and stuff like that.Or she would mecidiyeköy escort catch me fucking Cait’s dad and she would push me around and grab my hair and throw me in a cage or something. And she would make Cait or Cait’s dad do things to me or make me do things to them and she would watch, and it was stuff I had never fantasized about before and it would make me come so hard.And you know how the fantasies you have about someone never actually matches how that person is in real life? I mean, if you ever get to find out.It wasn’t like that with Cait’s mom. With Cait’s mom, I was almost dead on.A couple weeks after newyear Cait’s dad was away on business, and Cait was sick with mono and I was supposed to stay away but I’d had it before and so I figured I was okay, and I wanted to be there for her anyway, and I would go there after school and stay till the next day and I brought her homework and stuff, but she was just sleeping almost all the time.So most of the time it was just me and aunt Beth.And then one night when we were just talking about all kinds of stuff, I asked her “What was going on with you and mom that time?” and she said “Have you never asked your mom about that?” and I said “Yeah, but she wouldn’t say much.”“Well,” she said. “Your mom thought I was having an affair. That I was cheating on your uncle. In fact, she was sure about it.”“Were you?”“Absolutely not. I would never do that, I love your uncle more than you can imagine.”So I said “Then why was she so sure?” and she said “Well,” again.“She saw me with someone else.”“So you were cheating on him?”“No, never. Your mom misunderstood the whole thing.”“Oh,” I said, and then after a while I said “Has he ever cheated on you?” and she said “No, never, of course not.”And then after an even longer while, I said “Who’s Elena?”And she looked at me and smiled and said “We really thought you were in Cait’s room. You would always sneak into her room before,” and I blushed just a little and I shrugged like I didn’t know what she was talking about, and she just smiled more.Then she said “Elena is a friend from work. Actually, a client,” and I said “Oh”.And then I said “And that other blond girl you were talking about? With the piercings?” and aunt Beth laughed out loud and said “Oh dear. Well, she was a girl your uncle… uhm… met, one time,” and I said “Oh,” again.Then she said “Look. I’ll explain,” and now she used that therapist voice that she sometimes used.“You know how there are some people who seem to just be permeated by sexuality and sensuality? Like that is what their physical and spiritual core is made up of, and these people can just walk into a room and suddenly everyone there has sex on their minds, men and women.And I don’t know if it’s physiological and they just constantly ooze out pheromones, or maybe they’re the quintessential of what everyone lusts after, but these people, it’s like they constantly walk around in this everlasting aphrodisiacal haze, affecting everyone around them. A haze they themselves don’t even know exists.”

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I came straight back home after work and burst through the front door. My girlfriend, Brittany, was tapping away on her laptop at the table, but I was on a mission. I had been teased all day by the very short and very tight skirt my assistant, Kat, had been wearing. She was young, just out of college, and this was her first week at the office. I shook the thought out of my head, took Brittany by the hand, lifted her up, pushed her up against the front door, and passionately started kissing her.“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.“I want you right here and right now!”She continued kissing me, but then eventually pulled away. “I still have to send a couple of emails. Why don’t you get settled in and take a shower. I’ll be done soon and we can go out for dinner or something?”Her words instantly killed the mood, so I obliged. I stripped down, stepped into the shower, and it wasn’t long before I started fantasising about Kat’s long, beautiful, tanned legs. I had never cheated on Brittany, and never would. I even felt a little guilty getting excited by the thought of another woman. When I got out of the shower, I was a little frustrated and clearly aroused as my hard dick poked out of my towel. I  lay down on the bed, reached for my iPad, and navigated to my favourite porn tube site. I didn’t know exactly what I was in the mood for so I browsed for a while, clicking in and out of various categories. One of the thumbnails I clicked on was a video titled “Amateur couple share their bed”. I sat back and started stroking my rock-hard cock, watching two couples having a foursome on a bed. I was wanking away when Brittany came into the room. She lay beside me and studied what I was watching. I looked at her nervously. She didn’t say anything or judge me in any way. Instead, she undid the sex hikaye button on her jeans and slid her hand down her pants to join in. Watching these couples going at it in front of each other got us both pretty hot, but it was when the couples in the video switched partners that Brit let out a soft moan.“You like that?” I asked.She moaned a little harder then slowly grabbed the iPad, locked it, and turned to me. “I know we talked about our fantasies of doing it in front of another couple, and watching them. Is that something you would actually like to try?”Her comment shocked me. Yes, we had talked about it in the heat of ecstasy, but I never thought she actually took it seriously or considered it. “I mean…” I was speechless and didn’t know how to answer.“We don’t have to,” she ensured.In one of my dirty online sessions, I had come across a swingers club that wasn’t too far from our apartment. We hadn’t been dating that long, so I was a little scared it was too soon to introduce something so big into our sex life. “I want to. I just don’t know if we’re ready.” I thought for a second, “I did find this club…”“Like a sex club?” she asked, softly.“It’s more of a swingers club. They have different themed nights on pretty much every night, but I was reading on their website that a lot couples just go there to watch.”“Oooh, that sounds hot. Should we go?”I couldn’t believe we were actually talking about it. “Sure, when?”“How about tonight,” she offered.Tonight?! I was half joking, but then I was extremely horny and thought this might be my only chance. “Sure.”Brittany sprung up off the bed and ushered me out. “You get us tickets for tonight, while. I put on something sexy.”I still couldn’t believe this was happening, but just went with it. I had to get us a seks hikaye membership and sign up for the night’s event, but it was a relatively easy process. I ordered an Uber and told her to hurry up.When Brittany opened the bedroom door, my jaw literally dropped to the ground. She had straightened her long brunette hair, put on some strikingly bright makeup, and slipped into a pink sequence dress that fit her like a glove. I had never seen her like that and I had definitively not seen that dress before. She leaned on me as she put on her high heels and then commented, “Oops, I almost forgot to wear panties.”“You don’t need panties tonight,” I remarked. In the car, I couldn’t help but let my hand wander up her leg and get a feel of her already-wet pussy. I wanted to kiss her, but didn’t want to ruin her perfectly painted red lips. It was all happening so fast. Usually, these things needed lots of planning and discussions to build up to it, but here we were. As we pulled up, the butterflies came and the nerves kicked in. I could tell she was also a little nervous. I set the drop-off half a block down from the actual club, so that the Uber driver wouldn’t judge us. We got out and started walking in the direction of the club, but I stopped and grabbed Brittany’s arm. “We should set some rules.”She looked a little confused. “Rules?”“You know, like we don’t leave each other’s side, we don’t get carried away and do anything. We only watch.”“Agreed.” We walked into the club and were greeted by a very sexy young lady, dressed in black leather lingerie. “First time?” she asked.“Is it that obvious?” I replied.“Don’t worry, we have new couples every night. Just relax and try and have fun. Let me give you a quick tour and go over some rules.”I looked at Brittany, who seemed even more nervous than me. “We can leave if you want,” I whispered in her ear.“No, this is exciting,” she said.We followed the hostess through the large red velvet curtains separating the reception area from the actual club. Neither of us really knew what to expect, but it was giving me strip club vibes. It didn’t seem like there were that many people there at first, but every dark corner we looked into was occupied by a couple making out.“This is the main lounge area. There’s a bar where you can get free soft drinks and coffee. It’s BYOB but people aren’t really here to get wasted.”We continued down a long hallway at the back. On both sides, there were different themed rooms. Most had a big bed in the middle of the room and not much else, but there were a couple themed like S&M dungeons with all sorts of whips, chains, paddles, and restraints.“That’s pretty much the end of the tour.” She pointed to some changing rooms and showers and then as she was leaving, she explained, “There are free condoms in each room. There aren’t too many rules, but the big one is ‘no means no.’ Don’t be an asshole, be respectful, and let loose.” As we walked back toward the lounge, we poked our heads into a few of the rooms. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman being fucked in real life, which instantly gave me the biggest hard-on I’d ever had. Brittany noticed the bulge in my pants and grabbed it as we moved on to the next room. It was mostly couples having sex while others watched from outside, but in one room, there was a woman stretched out on the bed, completely named, with several men wanking over her. I couldn’t tell if Brittany was excited or disturbed by it. In the main lounge, we found a vacant table and sat on the sofa next to it.“Are you okay?” I asked Brittany.“Yes, it’s just a lot. I didn’t expect… I don’t know. Everyone seems so free.” She moved in closer for me to hold her.Instead, I boldly started kissing her and let my hands run free.

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Giovanna paced around her living room nervously as her husband grabbed his briefcase and rushed to the door, giving her a short peck on her lips as he rushed to the hospital to perform an emergency surgery.  She loved her husband, and never wanted to hurt him, but the image of David and the feelings of arousal and pleasure he generated with his lips and hands were all she could think about.  She had planned on seducing her husband tonight, to have him reaffirm his monopoly on her loins, but the emergency call back to the hospital for an extended time left her lonely and yearning for David’s fingers slowly caressing her vagina through her underwear…She walked over to the console table where she had left her iPhone, picked it up and put it into her latest Louis Vuitton bag.  She grabbed her sunglasses and a summer hat to match her loose navy-blue tennis skirt and tight white short-sleeved blouse, then picked a pair of casual walking shoes from the closet, and armed the alarm.  She quickly stepped outside onto the porch, closed the front door and quickly turned so she could concentrate on locking it.  So focused on securing her home she did not even notice David had walked up to her right side.He waited until she was done locking the door before speaking.”Hi, Giovanna!”Giovanna, recognizing the voice, coyly looked over her right shoulder when a breeze came that blew her beautiful blonde hair away from her face so she could stare at his handsomeness.  David was dressed only in a pair of shorts and sandals; she then remembered that this morning was his regular gardening shift at her property.  She loved her husband, and she didn’t want to hurt him, so she carefully glanced around to ensure there were no nosy neighbors watching from behind the curtains.  She then looked straight into his eyes.”I missed you,” she whispered sincerely.David leaned in, his lips brushed against hers, and he nibbled on her ear before whispering into it.”I missed you too.”David leaned in to kiss her, but Giovanna quickly put her finger on her lips to interrupt the attempt and whispered, “Please, David.  I love my husband.  We need to be discreet,” she said, realizing she just confirmed to him she wanted an affair.  Her face turned beet red with embarrassment; after all her subtle attempts at remaining in control of the affair, it was now obvious to David she lusted for him.”I just want to take you for a short drive to the Falls,” whispered David.Giovanna softly bit her lip, and nodded her approval.  She had known the Falls since she was a child: it was a beautiful drive up to a sparsely populated hill covered with thick foliage and palm trees that overlooked şişli escort a small waterfall.  There were several clearings separated from each other for parking.  She remembered being brought there several times by previous boyfriends so they could fool around with her in the back seats of their cars.  Even her husband brought her there for steamy car sex both before and during their marriage.Giovanna felt a little concerned as she did not want to have intercourse with David but was sure she could control the action once started, and she took his hand and let him lead her to his car.  It was an older Mercedes Benz sedan and in good condition; this told her that David was born to a family with money that wanted to humble him with menial jobs before giving him an inheritance.David opened the passenger door for her, and she sat on the passenger seat first, her mini tennis skirt riding up her thighs as she slowly and deliberately moved each of her long, well-toned athletic legs into the car.  Giovanna wanted David to get a glimpse of what she was ready to share with him, and he did, taking unnecessarily longer before closing the passenger door.  He then sat on the driver’s side, started the car, put the automatic transmission into drive, and drove off her circle driveway onto the street.  Giovanna looked nervously at David and asked:”Please drive slowly.  I get motion sickness.””Of course.  I promise no speed, no sudden stops, and a smooth steady relaxing ride,” he reassured her, and he gently placed his hand on her knee, circling on it, feeling it and some of her thigh and lower leg in the process.”Thank you.” She smiled back, glad that her ploy worked.  She knew David couldn’t keep his hands to himself and frankly, she loved the feel of his hands on her legs and wanted to have some fun while on the way to the Falls.David drove at the speed limit or under, and gradually stopped at every light.  With less concentration required at the wheel due to his safe speed, his hand began to roam freely around her knee, fingers sometimes grazing her other leg.  Giovanna couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.  As they left the town and headed onto the country road, his hand went up above her knee and onto her thigh, then slid between her legs and slowly down her inner thigh to her knee.  She continued to let quiet guttural moans as her nipples and vagina responded to his touch, causing her to fidget in her seat from time to time.Soon they entered the tree-covered dirt road towards the Falls and David’s hand became bolder: his hand slid between her thighs and followed the path straight to her panties, with his fingertips mecidiyeköy escort stroking the top of her lips and clit.  Giovanna, who was already more focused on David’s fondling than the view from her window, let out a loud and long primal sigh of arousal and pleasure.Realizing she had lost track of time while relishing in having her legs and crotch fondled, Giovanna then decided it was her turn to do something.  She stretched her hand across the sidebar and onto her driver David’s leg and felt her way up to the belt holding up his shorts.  She followed the belt to the buckle and expertly unbuckled it, then unbuttoned his shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down. She felt David’s fingers more aggressively stroke the crotch of her panties, attempting to slide his fingers between her crotch and the seat.  She grunted like an animal and slid down a little more in her seat, allowing his fingers to rub more of her labia through her panties.Meanwhile, she also turned up the heat by reaching into David’s open shorts, feeling his hardness.After some exploring of his groin area, she found an opening in his underwear which she used to extract his erect member.  While David’s hands travelled to the top of her panties and then along the top of her thigh, Giovanna wrapped her hand tightly around his shaft and began moving her hand as if turning a screwdriver.  David grunted loudly and began involuntarily to thrust his hips up and down, as if he was thrusting in and out of the tunnel created by Giovanna’s hand wrapped around his penis.  She also added to the sensation by pressing her thumb against the underside of the head and rubbing along the underside of the glans where it met his shaft, causing David to fuck her hand more vigorously.David looked around and pulled over into a quiet, isolated shaded clearing; it was so close to the falls she could hear the water crashing onto the rocks below.Once the car stopped, they both noticed their hands in each other’s loins and laughed.David unbuckled his belt and leaned in to kiss her, but Giovanna leaned back and turned her head away and unbuckled her seatbelt.  She was about to open her door when David gently cupped her left breast.”I thought you were going to show me the Falls?” she asked innocently.  She wanted a break for things to cool off a bit before picking up again.  She swatted his hand from her breast, quickly opened the door, checked to ensure no one was nearby, and stepped outside.  She realized her skirt had bunched up around her waist so she quickly pushed it down to cover half her thighs again; she knew she was safe and alone in the clearing but was afraid once she stepped out to see the Falls, some others across the lake may see her.  David quickly walked out of the car and put his still-hard package back in, zipped up his shorts, and buckled up his belt, but it was obvious he was still hard and excited from her fondling on the drive here.Giovanna checked her watch and noticed they took half an hour to reach the Falls; a typical leisurely drive would take fifteen minutes, she smiled to herself.  David sure knew how to stretch every chance he got.  Holding hands, they walked out of the clearing and spent what seemed like an hour (but was only twenty or so minutes) watching the waterfalls.  Soon they were walking back to the car and Giovanna slowly got to the front passenger door, carefully watching David get into the driver’s seat and buckle up.  Suddenly, she closed the door, opened the back passenger door, and sat down, crossing her legs.  Smiling at David, she pointed to the steering wheel.”Chauffeur, take me home now.”David smiled, quickly got out, and joined her in the back seat, just as she predicted.  She felt comfortable realizing that she was still in control of this young gorgeous stud.Giovanna looked at him, giggling. “I thought you were going to be my chauffeur?”David just smiled, used his hand to gently clear some of her long blonde hair from her face, and held her face as he leaned in and kissed her.  Giovanna just opened her lips and allowed him to kiss her again.  She just kept her lips slightly open, and David pressed his against her lips and pushed his tongue between them. Soon their tongues were dancing in their mouths, and they began rotating their heads around their lips to add sensation.  Giovanna reached down and caressed David’s broad shoulders for a while, while his hand went to her lower leg and felt it up and down.  As his hand slowly moved beyond her knee to fondle her thighs, she broke their kiss, took a breath, and nibbled her way from his chin, down his neck, and ran her tongue around his nipple.  As she took it into her mouth, his hand slid into the crease between her thighs and began moving toward her groin.  Giovanna then began licking and sucking both of his nipples, giving them her full attention while she enjoyed David rubbing between her thighs and the crotch of her panties.She stopped sucking his nipples for a moment and leaned a bit back, wondering why she was feeling a little cool, when she noticed that David had begun unbuttoning her blouse with his other hand.  Giovanna leaned her head back so she would be comfortably rested with her head at the edge of the seat and the side car frame, and brought one leg up onto the seat, bending so her foot was at David’s side.  He smiled and while continually and slowly unbuttoning her blouse with his hands, he began nibbling and kissing her inner lower leg on the seat.