My Space

It was a warm summer evening, and I had the front door to my apartment open. A summer breeze would have been nice, although they seemed few and far between.

I was just reading a novel, a bit of a naughty novel if I do say so myself, while wearing a pair of shorts and a thin tank top, trying to stay cool. Of course, my naughty novel wasn’t helping with staying cool, but it was oh so worth it.

I heard a sound from outside. At first, I tried to play it off. All I heard was some splashing. I didn’t hear anyone moaning. Did I? That was my imagination from the story I was reading… right?

Usually, no one was in the pool that late. It was nearing midnight, and the pool normally closes at nine, but surely I heard that moan... Didn’t I?

My ebook reader didn’t put out much light, and I could read in the near dark, so I looked out my window toward the pool. I wasn’t trying to be obvious, but not sneaking too much. After all, it was all in my mind, and my mind was in the gutter with the story of the hotwife and her lovers. Oh to be her, to fill my bed with lots of lovers that my husband loved me for having…

I looked out, and didn’t see anything at first, but I heard something again while I was looking. I looked closer, and I could just make out a silhouette. I let my eyes adjust as I stared at the figure sitting on the edge of the pool, lounging like so many of us did on a hot summer day, soaking up the rays… but this is nighttime. The summer sun had been down for a few hours.

As my eyes adjusted, I could see she wasn’t just sitting by the pool; she had one leg in the pool and one leg spread wide. I focused more and saw another figure sliding up from under the water. It went between those long spread legs, and instead of popping up, it pulled up to the side of the pool and stayed between those legs.

I watched as the head moved in closer, and I heard another little moan. Now I knew I wasn’t imagining it. It was all right there; the lovely figure was being orally pleasured by the one in the pool.

I watched her back arch as she felt the sensation of that tongue hit her. Now I knew I wasn’t imagining those moans. 

I watched as she went from getting that orgasm closer and closer, till she covered her mouth as she finally came. Oh, and what an orgasm it must have been. Her body shook, and even though she covered her mouth, you could still hear her orgasming.

I watched. This was even better than the naughty book I was reading, and I found my hand wandering between my legs. Oh, to have the touch of someone down there… it had been a while. Way too long I told myself, and while I dreamed of a guy who would share me so I could experience as much sex as possible, the fact of the matter is, all of my exes were selfish bastards, who didn’t mind if they got some on the side, but wouldn’t let me out of the house in something sexy, let alone play with anyone else.

Through the glass, I imagined being there, and being treated right… right out in public where anyone could see.

I looked closer and saw that the girl beside the pool was naked. I wish I could be so daring. I saw as her orgasm faded, her lover was still between her legs, while she was playing with her breasts. I remember what that’s like. The pure lust of the situation, and wanting more. I plunged two fingers deep inside myself, wanting my own satisfaction.

I heard a crash and someone shouting. I turned and looked in the general direction, and so did the two lovers in the pool.

The two in the pool jumped up and took off in different directions. The apartment complex manager was out and trying to catch them, but instead of staying with one, he kept going between them, and it let them slip away. 

They ran out and tried to get wherever they were going, but the manager turned the corner. The girl was right by my door, and I opened it, and hurried her in. She ducked down in front of the couch, away from the door.

I put my finger to my mouth, telling her to be quiet, when I opened the door. The manager was there. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“Some kids in the pool again,” he said stoutly. “You seen them?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have to ask why you woke me up.”

That seemed like a reasonable answer to him, and he moved on.

I closed the door and looked at my refuge. She was young, but no kid, and she was naked. She was holding on to her swimsuit, but hadn’t gotten dressed. I smiled at the look of her young skin.

“So, you two were having fun,” I said.

She just nodded.

“What, got roommates or something?”

“Something like that,” she said, barely above a whisper.

I smiled. “Don’t worry, you can stay here till the heat dies down… both literally and figuratively,” I said, referencing how hot it is outside.

I saw another figure hiding in the bushes.

“Stay here,” I said, “I’ll go get your friend.”

I grabbed a loose t-shirt I had and walked outside. I was looking for the manager, and not seeing him, I dashed off to the bushes. “Here,” I said, tossing them near them. “I have your friend.” I paused. “Wait a second, and if it’s safe, follow me.”

I then calmly turned and walked back to my apartment. I heard footsteps behind me and tried to keep from turning around as if to raise suspicion.

I opened the door to my apartment and left it open, and a few seconds later the second half of the couple walked in.

As the door closed, I turned on the light and got to see the two lovers. I instantly knew why they were running and what something like that meant.

I smiled at the girl wearing my t-shirt. It was the apartment manager's daughter. He was known for being really strict, and I’m sure having his daughter out there wouldn't be a good thing. Especially with another girl.

I on the other hand.. Well I just smiled at the two of them.

“Do you need your shirt back?” the daughter asked.

“Only if you don’t need it.” I could tell she was naked underneath as she was totally soaked, and the shirt clung to her young body, making it nearly see-through.

She peeled it off her. “I don’t mind being naked,” she said.

“I can see that.”

The other girl had my ebook reader in her hand. “You like stories like this,” she asked.

Now I was embarrassed, which is crazy given what they had done, and they weren’t.

“Yeah, I mean, who doesn’t?”

“Ever done anything like that?”

“No, I can’t say I have… well, I mean, I’ve had sex, but not been shared, and what not.”

The girls just looked at each other and giggled. The first girl showed the second girl the story. “I’ve read that one,” the second said. “Have you gotten far, where she experiments with more than just guys?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“That was so hot, wasn’t it?” she said.

I just blushed and nodded again.

“We like to find naughty stories like this and act them out,” the first girl admitted. 

“Really?”

“That’s how we got to the pool. Otherwise, I would have been in her apartment, and well, not hiding out here.”

I nodded, trying to understand.

“Not that my dad would understand. He’s too old-fashioned and thinks I should be married already. I’m only 21, and this isn’t the 1950s.”

“So how long do you think we’ll have to stay here?” the first girl asked.

“Stay as long as you want,” I told them.

“Have you ever role-played something you read?”

“Like in there,” I said, pointing to my reader.

“Yeah, it can be a lot of fun,” the first girl said.

“With you two? I don’t even know your names.”

“That could make it more fun, or, if you have to know, I could tell you.”

I thought about it. It could be a lot of fun, I told myself. I deserve to have fun.

I noticed that the two of them were both naked, never bothering to dress, and I was finding my own clothes a bit… awkward.

“So would you like to be the lover I bring to my girl, or should we do an all-girl threesome?” the first girl asked me.

“Ooo, both sound fun,” the second girl said.

I couldn’t help but agree.

I walked to the second girl and kissed her. “Maybe we start with me being a lover for your girl to watch… and then tomorrow, if all goes well, we can have a well-earned threesome.”

“Sounds even better,” the second girl said.

I noticed the taste of pussy on her lips and loved it. I had never tasted anyone besides myself on a few drunken nights, but I was now turned on.

She pulled on my top, helping get it off of me, before she returned ot kissing me. “Go slow,” I told her. “I’ve never been with a girl before.”

“And yet, you’re already asking about a threesome. I think you’re ready,” she said, kissing me again, this time working to push my shorts down.

Her friend came over and pulled them down off me. I was now naked, just like the two of them. She led me to a chair and told me to spread my legs for her. And then, like she did for her girlfriend, she went down on me and I moaned.

“Oh, she’s liking this idea… she is so wet.”

“I was wet just watching the two of you in the pool,” I admitted. “But this is so much better.”

“Yes, it is… and it’s about to get much better,” she informed me as she kept working my pussy. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked my friend, knowing she would.

“Yes, damn it. Get me laid.”

Her husband had just agreed to her becoming a hotwife, with the possibility of them having an open relationship, and since she knew my husband and I have been swingers, she wanted me to show her the ropes.

My friend is stunning, and I knew she’d have no problem, even wearing the wedding and engagement ring she had (they could not be missed - trust me). In fact, some guys look for that. But I still feel that throwing someone in the deep end is the best way, so I agreed.

“Come on over early. I’ll help you get ready, and set you up to succeed your first time out,” I told her.

She came over around 5:30, and I had a glass of wine waiting for her, and handed it to her when she walked in.

“I don’t need that. I’m ready.”

“Tonight, you’re doing everything I tell you. Trust me, you’ll want this. So drink,” I ordered her.

She drank her first glass while I gave her the once over. She wore a cute, frilly little dress. Her 38DDs pressed against the thin material, and would be sure to draw the attention of every straight guy, and most of the women, I’m sure.

The dress went barely halfway down her long thighs, and moved easily for dancing... or more, as that was what I had planned for tonight.

As she handed me back an empty glass, I told her we had some minor things to do.

I got her another glass and then took her back to my bedroom.

My husband was there, watching TV when we came in. I had told him about tonight, so he made sure to put something appropriate on. I wasn’t sure what until I walked in and saw it.

My friend saw the screen and quickly downed her drink. I think it surprised her to see me on the screen, all 60" of it. I was completely naked and had two naked guys with me. One had his cock in my mouth, and another was buried balls deep in my pussy, all the while my husband filmed me.

“Is this the fun you’re looking for?”

She was in shock, but still nodded her head.

“Good, then lose the panties,” I ordered her, with my hand held out.

She hesitated.

“Now!” I sounded like a drill instructor, I’m sure.

She reached under her dress and pulled her bikini briefs off and handed them to me. I tossed them to my husband, to lifted them to his face and sniffed.

She just watched.

“How horny is she?”

“I’m hornier. Can I help get her ready?”

“Not yet,” I told him.

My friend swallowed hard. Especially when I ordered her to remove her bra.

She did so right away, but was now mostly topless in front of me and my husband, while I screamed on the TV, begging the guys to fuck me harder.

I noticed her nipples were standing out nice and straight, and turned her to my husband so he could see.

“Nice...”

She blushed a bit, but still didn’t fix her top, even though I wasn’t telling her not to.

I checked her pussy, and she have gotten it waxed. It felt silky smooth, which I knew everyone would love.

“Ready to go to the bar?”

She had to be asked twice to shake her out of her stupor. Once she realized it, she fixed her top.

My husband pulled his cock out of his pants and started to stroke it in front of us.

“Come on. Let’s find someone who will use it on us,” I told my friend.

“I’ll use it on you two,” he called out after us.

I had to head out as the rideshare was here. I was planning on us both being drunk, and needed to get us there and back safely.

“Is your husband really going to jack off?” She asked as we were getting in the car.

“After seeing your titties, and watching me on the screen being banged like that... what do you think?”

She just laughed.

I noticed the driver was paying close attention to us. I looked over, and could see he was already horny himself. I loved having that effect on people.

“What’s this bar we’re going to?” She asked after a little bit.

“It’s a special little place I like to go sometimes. What’s better, as long as you’re descrete, the bartender doesn’t care what you do, given a few rules.”

“Like what?”

“You got to keep drinking, and tip him well... and you got to blow him when you’re done.”

My friend was shocked that there was a place like that. So was our driver. He mentioned he might have to visit with his girlfriend. He always enjoyed screwing in public.

“Well, I like to fuck,” I told him, emphasizing the FUCK part. “And I don’t think he wants a blowjob from a guy. He really likes the ladies, if you know what I mean.”

He laughed and said he might enjoy watching his girlfriend suck off another dude... if he only knew.

I got up to the bar, and my bartender friend had my order ready for me. I guess I’m a regular.

My friend was just looking at him. He was not what she was expecting.

“Can you get a drink for my friend here? It’s her first night out, if you know what I mean.”

My bartender got my friend something a bit stronger than the wine I had served her. She downed her shot as he walked around the bar.

“Well, I need to see what she’s got,” he said in his deep, husky voice.

She looked up, up, and further up at him. My friend was tall, but the bartender was 6’6" and 235 pounds of pure muscle. His ebony skin was the real shocker I think for her.

As he walked around to look at her, she did a little nervous twirl. Pointed forward again, I lifted her skirt and showed off her smooth pussy to him.

She laughed in nervousness, but I could see her nipples hardening again.

“Maybe I should go first?”

“I thought you went last,” my friend told him.

“No reason I can’t do both. Especially for a fine woman like yourself.”

She swallowed hard and looked at me. I just nodded my head.

“OK,” she said timidly.

She thought there’d be some room in the back, but he undid his pants right there in front of everyone. His massive snake rolled out in front of her, and her mouth just fell open.

“Looks like she knows what to do,” he said, laughing.

She reached out to touch it, and recoiled back, before going out and grabbing it. She held that black monster in her hand, and I whispered in her ear. “You should try to suck on it.”

She did, and everyone around watched her work. She sucked as much as she could, but she wasn’t used to taking something that large. Most people weren’t.

He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her up. “That’s good, baby doll,” he said, before going in for a kiss. As he kissed her, he fingered her pussy, seeing how wet she was.

He moved in and replaced his fingers with his cock, and my friend's eyes went wide.

“How you like a cock that’s not you husband’s,” I asked her as he was sliding deeper and deeper.

“Oh, fuck...”

The whole bar laughed as she took her first black cock... her first hotwife cock. They were all watching, and she was keenly aware of this now. But my bartender friend didn’t let up.

I reached over and pulled out one of her tits, pinching her nipple as she was getting fucked. Everyone seemed to like that as well, especially as my friend started to cum in front of them all.

The bartender leaned in and kissed her while groping her tits. As he did, you could see his balls lift and tighten as they emptied themselves into her wet pussy.

As he slid out, I leaned over and sucked the last couple of drops of cum from his cock. I got to taste my friend’s cum as well, and it was delicious.

I licked my lips to the thill of the crowd.

The bartender walked back around the bar and poured us another pair of drinks, this time on the house.

We downed them, and another guy came up to my friend. “Are you looking for some more fun?”

She looked at me. “I thought I was just going to find one...”

“Look around,” I told her.

As she did, she noticed something. Almost everyone here was a guy. “I invited some of my friends to come over,” I told her. “They’re all here to welcome you into the lifestyle.”

“And the girls?”

“How into this are you willing to go?”

She downed another drink. “I guess we’ll just have to see.”

With that, she lifted her dress for the guy in front of her, and I lifted my skirt for the guy who came over to me. We both got plowed side by side by two different guys.

All night, she took one cock after another. She wasn’t ready for a threesome yet, and she watched me with one of the girls, while bent over the pool table, while some guy sunk his cock into her pocket.

She loved all the attention she got.

Tired and worn out, she went to close out her tab. She did so on her knees, sucking that black cock from earlier.

She swallowed his load like a pro and wondered how she’d tell her husband about it.

“Oh, that’s easy,” I told her.

He walked out from around the corner, holding a disk.

She was shocked.

“He wanted to watch you, so we let him. This place has cameras that record to a DVD, and he’s got the only copy. But you can watch yourself as much as you like.”

She was shocked.

“I think I’m too tired to do anything with him,” she admitted to me.

“Can I do something?”

“What?”

“Well, he let you fuck how many guys? Don’t you think it’s fair for him to get some pussy?”

She thought about it for a second and then agreed.

Her husband had been worked up, but I’m thinking he must have jacked off, as it took a little while for him to cum. My friend was right there beside him, watching him fuck my used pussy.

It was even hotter watching as she kissed him while he finally blew his load inside of me.

I guess they’re both ready for this, and I’m glad I was there to help them along the way.

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"Holy shit, that's fucking hot," I heard from behind me.

It was Tom, my boyfriend's roommate. I'd recognized that voice anywhere.

Of course, I knew what I was doing was hot. I mean, I was the one doing it. As for what I was doing, well, I was naked, of course, on my knees sucking my boyfriend's nice long hard cock, while pushing a toy in and out of my pussy.

From behind, where Tom could see me from, he could just watch my slightly bent over ass riding up and down on that toy of mine.

I turned to face him. No shame in my nudity, or the fact I was caught in a sex act involving both my boyfriend and a sex toy.

"You think that's hot?" I asked rhetorically, and then pulled the toy out of my pussy and sucked on it, licking it clean.

I looked at Tom and winked at him. His mouth fell open, watching me.

"You know what would be really hot?" I asked, and then answered before he could, "Getting fucked by a real cock while I was sucking on my boyfriend's cock."

I stood up and made a show of bending over for him, and once again wrapped my mouth around my boyfriend's cock. I felt his cock push past my lips and twitch as how naughty I was being. It liked me being a naughty little slut, and I was definitely in a slutty mood today.

"No," he said in disbelief. "Really?"

Tom just could not believe his luck. He must have thought for sure he was being set up.

I spread my legs a little, and then, using my best balance, reached back and spread my ass to show off my pretty pink pussy, all nice and wet from fucking my toy.

My boyfriend held my toy as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

I slapped my ass, trying to get Tom to act. Of course, with him behind me, I couldn't see what he was doing. But soon enough, I knew.

I felt two hands on my hips as he steadied me and then felt something strong poking me.

I used my hands to return to my boyfriend, pushing on his legs to help hold me up.

Tom took a few seconds, lining his cock up, but when he pushed into my pussy, my mouth opened as I gasped, feeling his cock enter me. It's one thing to feel a sex toy inside your pussy. It's quite another to feel a real cock fucking you from behind.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," I moaned quietly as my mouth was still full of cock.

My boyfriend pulled me off of his cock by my hair. "What'd you say, slut?"

"I said, Fuck Me." This time I was louder, and more forceful.

He pushed me back down on his cock, and I continued to suck his cock.

Tom spanked my ass, and then while holding onto my hips, really went to town fucking my pussy.

He fucked me hard and fast with his bare cock diving deep into my pussy. I felt as he bottomed out, going as deep as he could into my cunt.

I moaned with my mouth full of cock, wondering who would get to cum first.

I didn't have to wonder much longer. It was Tom. He shot his load deep into my cunt, and continued fucking me, which I loved. I pulled off of my boyfriend as I my orgasm travelled from my pussy, up my spine until I was moaning with each breath and motion. My body felt on fire as my orgasm made me feel in ways I never had. There was something uniquely hot about fucking two guys at once.

My boyfriend watching me cum as his friend continued to fuck me with what energy he had left, stroked his cock, making himself cum all over my face.

Some of his cum landed in my mouth, which I swallowed. Other stops covered my face and got in my hair. I was a fucking mess, and I didn't care at all.

I collapsed at my boyfriend's feet, my head resting on his crotch. I was covered in cum as he stroked my hair, I sure making sure his cum was well embedded.

I worked on catching my breath while the three of us stayed there naked. The two guys looked at me, their little cum covered slut, while I caught my breath.

I looked up at my boyfriend and smiled. "I told you he would do it."

Tom was a bit puzzled, I'm sure. But I wasn't looking at him, so I couldn't tell.

So instead of him guessing, I just told him. I turned and looked at him. "He said a guy wouldn't fuck his friend's girlfriend in front of him, because guys don't like being naked in front of each other and doing stuff. I said a guy will take any chance to fuck a pussy that he's given."

Tom smiled. "Yeah, I will," he said.

I laughed too. "I guess I should have to be careful then, as I guess that means you'll fuck me any chance you get now."

"If you offer it, I'll take it. Especially now that I've gotten to sample it." He paused for a second. "Wait, a second. This was a bet. So what did you win? I mean, besides me fucking you?"

That cocky bastard.

"Well, it means I get to pick guys that I want to fuck in a threesome with him, and he can't say no. So if I get them to say yes, then he has to join me."

"Lucky girl," Tom told us. "Well, just remember, I'm always available." He was smiling the whole time at the thought of getting some extra pussy on the side.

He grabbed his clothes and headed to his bedroom. I guess he was tired of being naked around my boyfriend.

"I need to wash up," I told my boyfriend.

He just grunted an approval and sat there naked on the sofa, knowing I'd come back out to him.

I saw Tom back in his room, near the bathroom.

I walked up to him and kissed him as I stroked his cock. "Thanks for that," I told him.

"You are a dirty slut," he told me with a smile. "I'm glad we got to practice a couple of days ago."

"And we'll continue our one-on-one sessions if you want. Just don't tell him," I said.

"So, if I had said no, what would he had won?"

"The right to fuck my ass."

"Ah... that ass. That's a fine fuck too," he said, groping it. "But I still prefer your pussy."

"Yeah, well, he's not gotten my ass yet, so he doesn't know."

"Poor bastard," he said before going back into his room.

Yeah, my boyfriend was... but what did I care?

I cleaned up and went back out to my boyfriend. I started to make out with him again on the sofa for a few minutes before calling out, "Hey Tom, want to join in on a threesome again?"

My boyfriend looked at me with wide eyes. "What the fuck?"

"I'll only do it if he says yes. That's the deal. But I liked it, and I want it more. A lot more," I told him honestly. He didn't have to know that Tom and I were going behind his back as well... Plus, this way, he got to still fuck me some at least.

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"Mom," I whined as she took the thousandth photo of me and my prom date tonight. At least that's what it seemed like.

"Come on, I only get to see you dressed up like this once," she said, just trying to embarrass me to death. Sure, I didn't normally dress up, but what kid my age does?

I put my hands on my hips and pointed. She snapped another photo before deciding that was enough. "OK, I'll be done," she said, putting her phone away.

"Just remember, don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said as my date started walking me to his car.

"I know what you did on prom," I reminded her.

Her getting knocked up with me had been a common discussion growing up. Unlike her, I was supposed to wait until I had at least graduated from high school, preferably college.

"You have so much talent and opportunity," she said, like she always did before I left for a date. "I just don't want to see it go to waste."

I just smiled and nodded as my boyfriend drove off.

"Well, she is right," said my boyfriend. "You've got a lot of talent."

"Oh, I know what talents you're thinking of," I said with a smile. He was right; I was known for a certain talent, and unlike many girls my age, I was a little proud of it.

"Care to put that talent to use?"

"Already?"

"You know I can't say no to you," he said. 

I looked at his lap, and his hard dick was already poking out of his pants.

"Oh, you're such a bad boy," I teased, leaning over so I could suck on his dick.

As I bobbed up and down on his dick, I could feel the car moving from lane to lane, taking turns when necessary.

"We're almost there," I heard my boyfriend say.

"What about you?"

"Almost…"

He pulled into the school parking lot and found a parking space. I worked a little harder, as I knew people would walk by any minute and could see us. And while I liked my talent, I didn't enjoy giving a public show… at least not to have it open to everyone.

I could feel my boyfriend tighten up as I slid up and down his cock, my perfectly painted lips wrapped around his dick. 

As he tensed up, I wrapped my lips tighter, creating a suction that was ready for him. I sank a little deeper, taking all of his dick in my mouth. I felt his cum slide down my throat.

"So talented," he said.

I sat up and smiled, not every girl can deep-throat her boyfriend after all. I flipped down the sun visor and looked in the mirror. I would have to adjust my lipstick a little, but it was a small price to pay for some fun.

I reapplied the lipstick, blowing myself a little kiss before dropping my lipstick into my purse. There, I saw a little gift that was left for me. I wasn't going to let anyone know, at least not yet.

We let Betty, one of my friends, and her boyfriend out of the backseat.

"Why don't I get that?" her boyfriend asked her.

"Because you need to behave for now. You can be naughty later," she teased him.

Yes, I know they two of them just watched me go down on my boyfriend, but it wasn't the first time they had seen me, nor would it be the last I was sure.

We headed into the school where our prom was held. We did all the normal things: dancing with each other, dancing with friends, everything. At the end of prom, there were lots of after-parties planned. I had been invited to one.. Well, it wasn't really a party.

A friend of mine and her boyfriend had gotten a hotel room with a few other friends. Of course, while I was known for being a blow job queen, I was also the virgin that would never go to something like that, right?

Well, instead, I did… we did.

We had to be careful not to all show up at once. We had heard stories of hotels chasing out prom orgies. My boyfriend and I were the last to show up. I looked at my phone, saw the room number, and headed toward the elevator. The front desk clerk gave a knowing smile. Hopefully, it wouldn't be shut down before we get started.

We knocked on the door, and it was quickly answered by one of my friends. She hugged me and pulled me inside. My boyfriend quickly followed.

A couple of girls were there, as were all of their boyfriends. We had talked about what we were going to do for the party. On the bed, Betty had the top of her dress mostly undone, and her boyfriend was inside it, sucking on one of her large tits. They had left with a different group, and he wanted to get started being worked up the entire time we were at prom.

On another bed, I saw Sally sitting on her boyfriend's lap, while his hand was under her dress. Sure, we couldn't "see" anything, but we all knew what was going on. The smile on her face was more than clear. If she felt much more, she would start cumming in front of all of us... which she was bound to do anyway.

"Let me guess," she said, looking at me, "you've already used your talents tonight?"

"And you haven't," I said, sticking my tongue out at her.

She smiled even more at that.

I pulled the girls into the bathroom, telling the guys we had to freshen up first. We all talked and came up with a plan. We all came out smiling and giggling. We were horny, but also a little shy. Sure, we were all used to sex, and even having sex in the same room as others, but never in quite this size of a group, with this much riding on it.

Betty went straight to her boyfriend, the top of her dress still undone, and soon it was pulled down, exposing her completely to the room, not that anyone was really paying attention, as we all had our own partners to think about.

Betty was definitely the most outgoing of us, and enjoyed putting on a show. I had lost count of how many times I walked in on her screwing her boyfriend, or her just doing it in front of us.

Since there were five couples and two beds, two couples could use the beds at once, while the others had to make out on the chair or sofa. It was a foregone conclusion that we'd be watching one another, enjoying the show.

As I was kissing my boyfriend, feeling him through his pants, I saw Betty's dress being pulled off. She was wearing only stockings, and she kept them on.

Betty was the most forward of us girls, and while she loved getting fucked, she also wanted to make sure she got as much as she gave. I watched her boyfriend go down on her as my boyfriend was kissing my neck. I was so wet; I wanted to feel what she felt, but I knew if I took my panties off, I would feel something else instead.

Betty was not quiet, but not loud, as she whimpered as she came.

Sally was stroking her boyfriend's cock while he worked her dress off as well. Soon that couple was completely naked, and Sally never waited for the "big D" as she liked to call it. Her boyfriend mounted her, and she was moaning as it turned her on to have an audience.

I looked around, and everyone was now at least halfway watching the two couples going at it on the beds. I had fished my boyfriend's dick out of his pants and was stroking it as we both watched the show going on before us.

I looked around, and that was happening to the other two couples as well. The girls and/or guys were half naked, and lots of handwork, allowing everyone to watch.

Betty's boyfriend was really driving it home, and she was loving it, but just as she was about to really cum, he pulled out. He looked over at me, and I ran to the bed. There he knelt on the side of the bed, and I stood, slightly bent over.

I wrapped my lips around his cock, and bobbed up and down, once… twice… and he shot his warm load down my throat.

Yeah, that was my talent. I didn't just suck off my boyfriend, I'd let any of my friends who wanted to let their boyfriend go bareback, empty their balls down my throat. I didn't even mind tasting my friend's pussy on their hard dicks. If anything, it actually excited me a bit.

Of course, the rule was, if they didn't pull out in time, they had to eat their own cream pie. That kept them pretty honest, and since none of my girlfriends like swallowing, it worked out well for them.

I heard the bed next to me. They were getting close, and soon, I was swallowing another load of cum. That was three loads for me tonight, if you're keeping score. That wasn't my record for a day, but I was getting close, and part of tonight was going to be pushing me further than I had before.

The two other couples with us in the group went from making out, and partially undressed to fully naked in no time flat, while I worked on sucking my boyfriend's cock, just enough to keep him hard and ready, but not ready to cum just yet.

I got up and went back to stroking my boyfriend as he groped my breasts while I watched Emily get taken doggy style. She was a bit of a freak… well, we all were in our own ways, so I guess she was just a little freakier when she asked her boyfriend to spank her ass.

We all heard it as he did and heard her moan as he did.

Sarah, instead, was riding her boyfriend cowgirl-style. Of course, she was looking off to the side, watching the other couple go at it.

Everyone was excited about what was going down, and those two couples couldn't last long, not that was going to be a problem. After all, the night was young, and we had all evening for fun, as none of us were expected back home before noon tomorrow.

Soon, I was busy gulping down two more hot loads from my friends' boyfriends... and yes; I know that put me at five loads, which was a record for me… but I wanted more.

I looked over at my boyfriend with hunger in my eyes. Everyone saw it, and a few commented on it. And soon I was deep-throating him, swallowing his load, just like everyone else.

"Six!" I yelled as I stood up, smiling the entire time.

"Fucking hell," a few said, not believing how much cum I had swallowed.

I went over and took a swig of something that someone had brought. It was good, not that I cared. I looked around the room at all the naked folk, and could help but wonder who was next. I had a certain lust in my eyes, and my friends could see it. I was ready to devour someone… or something.

I walked over to my purse and opened it. I turned to face everyone. "I've got some news," I said. "I know what we've done in the past, and I've always been excited to help. But that was then, and now that I've broken my record, I'm looking for something else."

I pulled something out of my purse. It was a letter. From it I read, "Make sure you remember your first time." I then held what was inside the envelope with the letter. 

"A little gift from my mom," I said, holding up a condom package. "And I need all your help in using it."

My boyfriend lit up. Of course, his dick still wasn't quite ready for another round.

I stood as I unzipped my dress from the side. I held it up with my hand and took a breath before I let it slide down my body and pool at my feet.

I was wearing a small bra and my panties, which made me the most dressed person in the room, yet I had never been naked in front of others, part of the deal with my mom, as she knew what it would lead to… and so did I. That's what I unhooked my bra, and exposed my tits to the room, and then slid my panties down to the floor.

I stepped out of the pool of clothes as my feet, and was now totally naked, just like my friends.

My boyfriend came over to me and hugged me tight. I could feel his naked skin against mine, and he instantly went to cup my breasts and suck on them. I had never been even partially naked in front of a guy, and now I was naked in front of five of them.

I smiled as I felt a guy touch me like that for the first time.

"I was told to make this memorable," I said, "and if you had liked me just sucking on your dick, maybe you could have been my first. But since you like to share my blowjob talents with your friends, I don't see why I shouldn't share other things with whoever I want."

My boyfriend looked up from sucking on my tit, and I looked down at him. "But…"

My look told him he should be quiet.

I looked over at Avery. He was Betty's boyfriend. Well, more like a fuck friend. Sure, they were "dating" but it was just about sex, and she had told me in the bathroom she was fine with him doing me. And since he was the largest guy in the group, I wanted to make my experience memorable.

Since he had been in the first group to fuck, his dick was nice and ready to go. In fact, he had two fingers in Betty when I handed him the condom. "Care to be my first?"

He looked at Betty, who nodded her head. With that, he jumped up in excitement. What guy doesn't want to be a girl's first?

He ripped the package open and put it on, then pulled me down onto the bed where he and Betty were.

While I knew of some girls and guys who lost their virginity at a party, this was a little different. Betty, his girlfriend, sat on one side of me, holding my hand, while my boyfriend stood on the side of the bed watching me. In fact, everyone there was watching me.

And while they had all seen me suck down a thick load from all the guys before tonight, and tonight, this, well, I was a little timid right now.

I blushed as Avery climbed on top of me.

"Ready?"

I just nodded.

With that, he took his dick in his hand, and lined it up with my opening. I felt my pussy and saw how wet it was. The truth is, I was always wet when I sucked a dick, and sucking five of them tonight, and my boyfriend earlier that day… well, I was basically in heat.

He thrust forward slowly, and I felt a man push into me for the first time. I had been masturbating with the handle of my hairbrush for several years, so he had no hymen to break, but it was still much tighter than I was used to.

I moaned as he opened me up, and so did he. I looked over at my boyfriend and smiled. "You're next," I whispered to him, as Avery fucked me harder and faster.

I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, so I wrapped them around Avery and pulled him in to kiss me. He kept thrusting and came as we kissed.

I felt good, but I didn't cum from my first time. That was a little disappointing, but normal from what I hear.

Avery climbed off me, and I saw his used condom. He didn't have as much of a load since he had just fucked a few minutes ago, but I was glad it was all there.

I reached out and held my boyfriend's hand. He leaned over and kissed me, running his hands over my tits. I took his hand and moved it lower. I wanted him to feel my pussy.

He started to finger me, which felt good. As he did, Betty pulled out another condom, this time from her purse, and I asked her to put it on him. I didn't want him to stop what he was doing, especially as I thought I might orgasm.

As Betty rolled the condom over his hardening dick, I knew what was coming next. I would go from never having sex to having sex with two guys in less than ten minutes. And while I've sucked off three guys in rapid succession at the request of my boyfriend, this was something else.

I felt dirty. And I liked it.

"Come on," I said, looking right at him. "Fuck me already."

Well, he was already climbing on top of me, and once he mounted me, he went to town fucking me as hard and fast as he could, making up for the last six months where I had kept saying no.

As he had gotten me so close, this time I came, and I orgasmed much louder than I ever had. I don't know if it was because I was fucking a real guy and not my fingers or my hairbrush, or because another guy almost got me there.

And while I knew my boyfriend was a little smaller than the other guy, I couldn't have honestly told the difference. It all felt great, especially as I orgasmed in front of everyone. Not that I was thinking about that until my orgasm finally faded.

"Oh, fuck," I said, smiling, embarrassed by what I had done.

Everyone was looking at me and smiling as well. They had enjoyed the show clearly, and most of them were more than ready for a second round.

My boyfriend, who had propped himself up on his arms, leaned down and kissed me. I loved the weight of a man on top of me as they kissed me, and now feeling that naked skin against mine… well, that was even better.

As he sat up, he pulled his condom off.

"Oh, wow," he said. "I've been waiting for that," he continued. 

Everyone laughed knowingly, but was happy for him and me. Of course, I wasn't his first, just as he wasn't mine... but I still got to experience him for the first time, and I would do more of that, I'm sure.

"I just hope it can continue to be like that," I said, thinking about my orgasm. 

Of course, he was thinking about getting laid all the time. Which I was okay with as well, if I were being honest.

Everyone was looking at us, while also getting a little handsy with their partners.

"OK, listen up, everyone," Betty said. She was clearly the leader of our little group. "We all know Jamie has been a good friend to us, slurping up all the cum that we don't want, deep-throating our boyfriends, and letting us all have fun. And now that she can have some fun, I say we let her… and us."

Everyone was looking at her, but a little confused. At this point, I had sat up, and so had my boyfriend. He was cupping my breasts in front of everyone, but that wasn't that big a deal, because almost everyone else was doing something similar, or even naughtier. Two of my friends were getting fingered in front of all of us, and one of them was rubbing her cute little ass against her boyfriend's dick… and yes, I thought she had a cute little ass, and had even told her so.

"So here's the deal, her mom said, to make it memorable, so we are. She can fuck any of our boyfriends. Heaven only knows how many times she's sucked them off for us, and how many gallons of cum she's swallowed for us," she said, to everyone's laughter and a few high-fives.

"So," she said, pulling out a string of condoms from her purse, "she can hand these to any of you guys, and we expect you to be a gentleman and fuck her cute little brains out!"

I was blushing as she handed me the long pack of condoms.

"As for the rest of us, we'll I'm down with sharing with anyone, as long as you're willing to share with me. I don't know about you, but I want to start this off as a wild send-off before we head off to college soon. So no worries, no jealousy, just a lot of good ol' fucking - if that's OK with everyone?"

Everyone was down with that. The only question was who to pair off with next.

I looked around the room. I wanted to be with all of them, so I just picked the closest guy and handed him a condom. 

He was quick to put it on and asked me what position I wanted to do next. I hadn't thought of that. "Any recommendations?"

He smiled, and I knew what he meant. On my hands and knees I went. One of my friends helped me get into a better position for doggy, and I got ridden.

All night long I was ridden, with each guy giving it to me at least once, and some multiple times. I only did one guy at a time, but I have to admit, I was tempted to try more than one. Maybe we can do that later, I thought to myself. I mean, since I can now fuck around, why not continue to experiment.

By the end of the night, all the girls had experienced several guys, and all the guys had experienced several girls.

And I… Well, I had sex with all the guys! It was hard to rate them all… after all; I was still new to this and… is there really anything such as bad sex?

We were all headed out to get a pancake breakfast. I was a little sore from all the fucking, even with taking the occasional break. Sure, I went to town on myself all the time, but this was a little different.

So I walked a little bow-legged as we went to the restaurant next door.

"Now wasn't that fun?" Betty asked me, wrapping her arm in mine.

"Yeah," I said dreamily. "That was a lot of fun."

"And I bet you're going to keep on doing it, won't you?"

"Who'd ever want to stop?"

"So, you're happy then."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I should ask - you're happy that I put the note in your purse."

"Yeah… wait… what?"

She gave me an evil grin. 

"Wait," I said, stopping in my tracks. "That note was from you…? Not my mom?"

She smiled.

"You've been a good girl. You deserved to have some fun. And now that you've got your slut on, you know how much fun you can have."

I thought about all the times my mom begged me to keep my legs shut when I went out… and how much fun I had spreading them. Sure, my virginity was special and worth something, but it was a lot more fun to play with. Was I nothing more than a little slut now?

At the same time, I felt as though I had let her down. How could I? But I was tricked? But what about next time? While I was a little sore, I couldn't help but be thinking about my next time, and I wanted a next time.

I leaned forward from the backseat to where Jenni, my good friend, was sitting up front with my husband. As I moved between the seats, I let my hand brush across her breasts, rubbing them and giving them a good squeeze.

She turned to me and smiled as I moved in closer, opening my mouth and kissing her.

"Yum," she moaned slightly as our lips parted. "My husband tastes good on you," she said, smiling.

I smiled back at her as I continued to massage the tit that was in my hand. 

"If you keep doing that, I'll have to come back there with you."

"I wouldn't stop you," I let her know.

"Just stay put; we're almost to the hotel," my husband told us. "Now be good."

"Oh, I thought you wanted us to be bad," Jenni said as she reached over and ran her hand over my husband's lap, finding his stiffening dick and giving it a squeeze. "After all, we'll all have a lot more fun if we're all a bit naughty."

"I was planning on being really naughty," I said, while feeling Jenni's husband groping my ass. 

I gave my ass a little shake to make sure he knew how much I appreciated it.

I kissed my friend again, this time with full tongue and lots of moaning to get the guys excited about this weekend, as if they needed any help with that. Sure, we had swapped several times before, but never a full weekend away at a hotel. Never quite as open as we were going to be this time.

The hotel was supposed to be nice, but I hoped we wouldn't see much of it besides the bedroom we were going to be sharing. There's just something about spending an entire weekend naked with your spouse and another couple, watching you all take turns with one another, that cannot be topped no matter the amenities.

My husband pulled into the parking lot and up to the front door. As we got out, a bellhop got our bags, not that we had very much in them. In fact, he mentioned how light they felt, and we just smiled at him while we went to check in.

We were given the room keys, and the four of us headed to the elevator. As the bellhop had already taken the luggage to the room, the two of us girls took turns making out with my husband as we rode the elevator up to the tenth floor.

The two of us were making sure he was ready to pop.

As we got to the room, the bellhop was there waiting for us. He had a knowing smile on his face as he saw us walk down the hall, playing grab-ass, while he stood outside our room letting us know exactly where it was. 

He had already dropped off the luggage and had a bottle of chilled wine for us. He offered to open it for us, be we told him we'd wait. We had other things on our minds right now.

With that, my friend's husband tipped him, and he left. The door hadn't even closed before my friend and I were back at it with my husband. This time, we weren't just making out though; we were working on getting each other naked.

As my husband pulled off my friend's summer dress, her naked body came into view. She hadn't bothered with any underwear at all, and she gave her body a little shake to show it off. "Oh, you like being naked," I teasingly said. "Looks like we've got ourselves a dirty little slut to play with, boys."

With that, I pulled my dress off. I had opted to go full commando as well, and now I was only wearing my shoes and a devious smile.

"It takes a slut to know a slut," she teased me, walking over to me and pressing her naked flesh against mine as we kissed in front of our husbands. "And you're quite the fucking slut."

It sounds mean, but she meant it as a compliment, especially given her past.

The two of us had gotten my husband half naked already, and he was working on getting himself fully naked now. The two of us girls looked over at him and smiled, each grabbing an arm and pulling him onto the bed.

His dick was nice and stiff and needed no work, and we were both really wet, so I kissed my husband, then climbed up onto his face, and lowered my pussy. I felt his tongue against my lips and let out a soft moan as I arched my back, needing to be pleased instead of just teased like I had been so far on this trip.

Jenni climbed up on the bed and sank her pussy down on my husband's cock. I heard her moan as she felt him open her up. She leaned forward, pressing her arms into my husband's chest, rocking her hips back and forth to get what she wanted from him.

She had been so worked up that she started to cum almost instantly. Of course, she had always been easy to cum. This made her as easy lay for all of her boyfriends to fuck her as long as I knew her, because she knew she'd cum from any cock fucking her, and let's face it, who doesn't love to cum.

Jenni's husband was watching us, slowly stroking some life back into his cock. He'd get his turn soon enough, and he knew it.

I arched my back a little further as I started to cum from the work my husband was doing on my clit, and I loved him for it. I rocked my hips on his face, trying to push his tongue deeper into my pussy, and to his credit, he never did give up. He worked my pussy over with his tongue, driving one orgasm into a second, and then finally a third before I fell forward, exhausted, and fairly close to satisfied.

Of course, during that time, he shot his load deep into my friend, who kept herself mounted on his cock. She loved feeling full, and she rocked her hips slowly, trying to keep what life was in his dick there.

When I fell off my husband, rolling onto my back, she climbed up my body, leaving a trail of kisses.

"No," I begged her. "No more… not yet."

"Are you sure," she teased, as she alternated between my tits. "Do you really want to stop?"

"Never," I said definitely. "You've convinced me to never stop fucking," I teased.

She climbed up a little more, and we made out while my spend husband climbed off the bed, and Jenni's husband took his spot. I looked over at him and smiled, as did Jenni.

She climbed off me and onto her husband's face. It was time for him to lick her clean.

I climbed onto his crotch and grabbed his dick, aiming it right for my pussy. "I'm ready for more," I said, as I slid down his fuck stick. "Oh, just like that."

My husband came over and stood in front of me on the bed. He had to be careful not to hit his head on the ceiling, but as he got closer, he offered me his dirty cock covered in Jenni and his juices. I eagerly sucked on it, just as Jenni's husband cleaned out her dirty pussy.

Jenni's husband was a little dirtier than the rest of us, and loved cream pie, which we promised to feed him a lot this weekend.

His wife was just giving him the first of many we had planned for that weekend. During the weekend we were going to work every combination of threesome we could manage with the four of us. And while someone wasn't getting fucked, they were still busy playing with themselves. Luckily none of us were shy, as we were going to be nice and dirty.

As we finished this round, we headed down to the bar before we got started again. Jenni and I just pulled our summer dresses back on. We didn't need underwear, and we're happy to let guys watch our tits bounce with every step.

We saw the front desk clerk sipping a beer at the bar. "I hope your room is okay. I moved you away from other rooms so you could… enjoy yourselves as much as you want."

I blushed as Jenni kissed him on the cheek and thanked him. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever feel the need to get vocal… not having to shove my panties in my mouth to keep quiet would be nice," she teased him.

I could see the tent in his pants and decided to add to his discomfort. "What panties, dear?" I teased. "You never wear panties," I continued.

She didn't blush, but smiled large, and ordered a drink, flashing her pussy as the clerk. He had to leave after that, and I'm sure he took care of some personal business before going back to the front desk.

With any luck, he'd be thinking about both of us for a while, just like I knew our husbands would.

We nursed our drinks for a bit, then decided to head back to the room. Jenni and I both flashed the front desk clerk, and I think he nearly had a heart attack… but what a way to go.

As we got into the elevator, I pulled a little pillbox out for the guys. "I meant to give this to you earlier," I said, handing them a little pill that would help them go all night long. "But no time like the present," I said.

"So," Jenni said as the door to our floor opened. "What's next on our list?"

"Oh, I know what's on the list," my husband said, running his hand over Jenni's tits. "I just don't know what order the list is," he said.

Now, as a young adult female, I can say I’m open to many things. In college, I was even known for experimenting, sexually that is, and I don’t mean just having a fling with my roommate. 

No, I was known for being down to try almost anything at least once, which led to some fun experiences that I still try to partake in. Unfortunately, not everyone is down for that now as we’ve gotten a little older… and by older, I mean since I graduated last year.

I swear, if I knew people would become such prudes as soon as they graduate, I'd have been even more active in college, which is saying something.

So instead, I go online and try to find other freaks like me. The biggest challenge is that a lot of the time people say they’re freakier than they actually are. There is nothing more frustrating than getting worked up for a naughty threesome, and finding out the two guys cannot perform in front of one another… and no, when I’m looking for two guys to bang, taking them on one at a time isn’t the same.

Likewise, the number of guys looking for a threesome with their wife/girlfriend, without actually telling them that was the plan, and expecting me to talk them into it… well, that just kind of sucks. Although I have talked a couple of those fine young ladies into someone on one time with me, that’s a different story for a different time.

So when I saw a post asking for someone to screw their husband, I was both interested and hesitant. On the one hand, the fact that the wife was posting made me think that this might be legit. But was I supposed to set him up? I didn’t want to be some honey pot used in a divorce proceeding. That’s not my thing after all. I was looking for some kinky fun.

I opted to meet the two of them together at a nearby bar. That’s when I learned about another option. One where the wife wanted to watch her husband having sex.

“I found a video of him and one of his college flings… and I couldn’t stop watching it,” the wife said.

“Since then she has wanted me to tell her about all the things I did with my exes,” Brad, the husband, said. “When I ran out of stories, she suggested I make some new ones.”

“I encouraged him to find another girl, but once they find out he’s married, it ends. We had one girl even let me watch. She said all these mean things to me, and I turned me on so much,” the wife said.

As she talked, I couldn’t believe it. I was watching her get turned on while talking about how that girl humiliated her. I could never.. But could I be that other girl?

“You want me to humiliate you?”

“Yes,” she said gleefully. “Well, sort of,” she continued. “I want you to pick. I just want to be there as it makes it so much better.”

“Well, for the few times we’ve done it. We’re still pretty new to this,” her husband said. He seemed a little nervous about it, which I get. The wife was… well, a normal-looking wife, who you would never expect wanting something so out of the ordinary. I would have expected her to be a “with the lights out, once a week,” kind of gal, who only did it in the missionary position.

Still, since I knew they were both on board, I was down for it. “And when should we…”

“Whenever works for you. I know it’s a little different,” the wife said, reaching over the table and putting her hand on top of mine. “But it makes our sex life stronger.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, we fuck like bunnies for a couple of weeks it seems after an event like what we’re asking.”

As I looked at her in her floral print dress, I could never have expected to hear her say the word “fuck,” let alone admit to doing it often. “Multiple times a week, for weeks?”

“Oh, we normally fuck four or five times a week, but after some of his exploits… Well, we often do it twice a day for a week or two at least. Sometimes more…” She was smiling a bit now, and I saw her flushed skin. She was very worked up.

“In fact, just talking about it makes me want to jump him right now.”

“Because you’re thinking of him and I together…”

She just bit her lower lip and smiled and nodded…

I couldn’t believe it. This little housewife was getting laid more than I was. And yet, while they seemed like a boring couple, there was something that turned me on about the idea.

She was still holding my hand, so I took my other hand and put it on top of hers. We were now holding hands as I leaned in and looked into her eyes. “And what if I want to fuck your husband tonight? What if I want to go back to your place and mount him on your marital bed right now… would you still like that?”

She nodded her head even more. I smiled, as I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I might have never done this before, but I was willing to try, and it might be fun.

We headed back to their house. I was a little nervous about it being their place, but I also wasn’t sure I wanted them to come back to my place.

I got out of my car and went right up to the driver’s side door and kissed him while we were all outside. I looked over at the wife, “Don’t you think everyone should know about this?”

I realized it might humiliate her, and she might like it; that's why I did it. But her husband wanted to move inside, so I followed Brad inside. There the babysitter was. She let Brad and his wife know the kids had gone to bed, and she would head out. 

She was young, maybe too young; I wasn’t sure.

“I bet you can’t wait for your husband to fuck the babysitter,” I said to the wife as the door closed with the babysitter now outside.

“She turns 18 this summer… I can’t wait.”

I watched her smile at the thought. I could see how turned on she was getting. Knowing there were kids in the house, I suggested moving to the bedroom. She was a dirty girl in her own way. That was for sure.

The bedroom was large and fancy. A king-size poster bed was where I was going to fuck her husband. I ran my hand across the sheets. They were as high a quality as you’d expect in a place like this.

“So, I think you need to strip your husband naked for me. Let me see what I get to play with.”

She went over to him and took his clothes off while I watched. If I didn’t like what I saw, I would leave.

Instead, I saw a seven-inch dick, and it wasn’t even fully hard.

“Suck on it for me. I want it nice and hard so I can fuck it properly.”

She started to suck on Brad’s dick, and it grew even more. By the time it was done, it was nearly nine inches, even if it was a little on the thin side.

“Very nice,” I said. “I like a nice long cock.”

The wife blushed a little.

“I think you should strip naked too… let your body know how close to that dick it is, and yet, it won’t get it tonight.”

She took her clothes off. It didn’t take long as she wasn’t wearing any panties nor a bra. This was yet another surprise for me, especially for a mom.

I thought I might go a little further with this. “Now come over here and take my clothes off,” I ordered her. She dutifully walked over to me. I watched as her husband watched her, not me. He was smiling as he watched her naked body walk across the room.

She stopped in front of me. “Go on. You want me to fuck your husband, right?”

She nodded. A little less enthusiastically this time.

“Then get to getting me naked,” I ordered. “Then your husband can fuck a real woman.” Since she wanted to be humiliated, I was going to do it. What surprised me was how easy it was to do it. I always considered myself a feminist… but this... This was carnal.

She started with my shirt, undoing the top buttons before pulling it over my head. She then unclasped my bra, freeing my tits. “Think your husband will like my tits.”

She looked at them, putting a hand on them, nodding the whole time.

“I can’t hear you,” I stage whispered to her.

“Yes,” she said meekly. “I think he’ll like your breasts. They’re so firm…”

I smiled and looked at Brad. He was still watching his wife, now as she bent over to undo my pants. I helped her by stepping out of them. Then I had her undo her panties. I spread my legs a little.

“Make sure I’m ready for your husband,” I told her.

“What?”

“Lick my pussy till I’m nice and wet,” I informed her.

She swallowed and looked back at her husband. His hard cock was still pointing straight out, and the idea of him watching his wife go down on me turned him on.

She turned back to me and stuck her tongue out hesitantly. 

“Come on, lick my pussy,” I said a little more forcefully.

She did, just a little bit.

I pulled her closer and got her so she could really lick me. She was hesitant, but wanted to please the both of us. And like with all sex, even when it’s bad, it’s good, and she was making me feel good.

The more she did, the better she got as she got used to it.

“She’s never tasted another woman, has she?”

Brad shook his head. 

“Not even as she cleaned you up?”

Still, he shook his head no. 

“Well, we've got to change that. There’s nothing like it, or so guys tell me at least.” I let his wife lick me for another minute or so, until I was good and wet. 

Then I realized I’d never had someone watch me. At least, not like this. Sure, I had spent time at a party doing it while other people were in the room, and some were watching, but not another’s boyfriend or girlfriend… not as they watched.

“Since you hesitated, I think we need to punish you,” I said, taking her by the hand. I led her to the chaise lounge in their bedroom and had her face away from the bed.

“Now, no peeking. Or I won’t let you even stay in the room,” I said.

She realized she was going to be facing away and wouldn’t be able to watch like she wanted. She’d only be able to hear. Lucky for her, I can be nice and loud… or would that be doubly frustrating. I didn’t care either way; I just wanted to try Brad’s long cock.

I walked over to him and ran my hand over his shaft. “Oh, this is a nice one,” I cooed. “I’m going to have a lot of fun fucking this cock.” I gave him a wet, sloppy kiss, nice and loud so his wife could hear. I turned a little and saw she was doing as she was told, facing away from us.

“So, Brad, what’s your favorite position?” I asked him seductively.

He smiled and told me, and I got into position, lying on my back, but letting him put my legs up around his shoulders. With that cock of his, he was going to go nice and deep in me.

I was so turned on by his wife licking my pussy; it didn’t take long for me to start cumming. And I made sure I was nice and loud for his wife to know exactly what was going on. Of course, he knew what he was doing, which didn’t hurt either.

I watched as he stared right into my eyes as I came for him and his wonderfully long cock. 

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Give it to me. Give it to me,” I was nearly begging as he thrust in and out of me over and over again. “You feel so fucking good,” I told him, making sure his wife could also hear.

I looked over, and she was squirming a little, wanting to turn and watch, but knowing my threat, she didn’t dare.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck me harder,” I begged him, staring at his poor little wife. “I bet that pussy feels so good on your cock.”

“Yes,” Brad hissed, trying to keep from cumming himself.

“You want to cum don’t you.”

He just nodded, trying to hold out.

I wrapped my legs around him.

“Then do it. Cum in me. Cum in my fucking pussy. Your dick deserves it.”

He grunted as he came inside my pussy, while I held him there, nice and deep. Fuck, it felt good.

I looked up, and him and smiled as he had finished. I was still holding him there, not letting him leave. “That was good. When will we do it again?”

He looked at his wife, and I made him look at me. “We decide, not her,” I said, making sure she knew her place.

He looked a little afraid of this dynamic. That was fine. Even if this was a one time thing, it was going to be great for me, and I think for her as well.

“Soon enough then,” I said, with a bit of a teasing smile. “Now bring your little bitch wife over here,” I ordered.

He went over to his wife, and took her by the hand, leading her to me. She stood in front of me, while I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Your husband did a good job fucking me. But I left a mess all over his cock. Why don’t you clean it up for him?”

She looked at him, and then at me, then back at him. I think she was trying to figure out what to do.

“With your mouth. Clean his lovely cock that made me cum so good.”

She realized what she was supposed to do, and got on her knees. There she started to lick and suck on his cock, cleaning all of his and my cum that covered him. While he was soft, he still liked it, and moaned from time to time.

“Oh, looks like the little bitch has a talented tongue for cleaning up cum,” I teased. “That’s good, because I have a good amount of cum in me as well,” I said, spreading my pussy lips so she could see the cream pie.

“Or does the little bitch want to sleep in a wet spot tonight?”

She turned and smiled at me.

“You know you don’t really have a choice in this,” I told her. She caught my meaning and went to licking my pussy, sucking all of her husband’s cum out of it.

Oh, it felt so good as she rooted around in my pussy getting all of his cum… and making me cum again in the process.

“That’s it. Suck your hubby’s cum from my cunt. See how much he gave me. That’s because he loved fucking my cunt, and he’s going to continue fucking me. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She paused and looked up at me, smiling.

“Good girl. Maybe I’ll even let you watch. Would you like to watch my legs wrapped around your husband as he fucks me, filling me with his cum?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned as she kept licking my pussy.

I’m sure she had sucked all of his cum out of my cunt, but I wasn’t going to stop her.

I let her make me cum one more time before I ordered her to stop. I sat up and held her chin in my hand, kissing her softly on the lips. “That was a good girl,” I told her, looking into her eyes as I broke my kiss. “And your husband is good to fuck as well,” I teased her.

She smiled and nodded. She seemed to like the fact that I had fucked her.

I looked over at her husband. He wasn’t quite ready to fuck again, which was a shame. I would have loved to do him again, but now would not be the time.

I stood up and got dressed. Brad threw on a robe and walked me to the door. I paused at the door instead of opening it. I reached down and stroked his cock in the opening of his robe. I was slowly growing as I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it.

“Are you going to go back there and fuck your wife?”

He just nodded.

I smiled. She was lucky, in her own way. While I don’t mind being shared, I’m not sure I could share someone I loved.

“Will I get to come back?”

“I hope so,” he said before opening the door.

I knew that was my cue. I turned to walk away, back to my empty apartment, but I paused and turned. “If she ever wants to change things up… I know she could be a lot of fun in a threesome… or we could do another night like tonight,” I offered.

And with that, I walked out the door, wondering if I’d get called back again. I kind of hope so because it was different and fun. And there was something about humiliating his wife… maybe I could find other couples that needed that. If their husband was as good as he was, I could definitely get used to that.

As my wife and I moved into our new house, we felt quite proud of ourselves. While it seems like many people can't make that type of purchase anymore, my wife and I were, albeit with a lot of hard work and a bit of luck.

We waved to several of our neighbors as we moved in, but none really came over to get to know us. I mean, isn't that modern America, where you don't really know your neighbors?

So we went about our business setting up our new house.

That first weekend, we were cooking burgers out on our back porch, and we could hear one of our neighbors. They were having some "fun" should we say, out back. Now, part of me wanted to take a peek.

The wife was quite pleasant to look at, and clearly, she was a little vocal when she was cumming. Of course I would want to she what looked like as she was getting fucked.

But as I looked over at my wife, I decided that wasn't the best idea. Instead, we had our burgers and gave each other a knowing glance. The type that says a lot without saying a word.

We ran to our bedroom and had our own fun, although not as loud as our neighbor, not that it was a contest, of course.

Monday evening came around, and the husband was out getting his mail when I came home and got mine. It was the first time we had a chance to meet and talk. It was mostly small talk, but he wanted to introduce himself as he had been gone all last week and only got back in on Sunday evening.

I thought about what he said… so who was his wife with on Saturday, I wondered?

I went in and told my wife the gossip I had learned, which led to some more lovemaking on our part.

Over the next few days my wife or I ran into our neighbors several times. They seemed friendly enough, even if the wife might be too friendly. But was I supposed to say something? I mean, I still barely knew him.

My wife was a little less shy about it, talking to the neighbor's wife. 

"Oh, we have a bit of an agreement," she told my wife.

"An agreement?"

She smiled. "Yes, we sometimes share our bed with others. Especially when my husband has to work out of town."

I don't think my wife believed her, but that was okay. She still wasn't going to say anything to him.

The next time I saw him, he actually brought it up with me. "So my wife told you about our arrangement."

"Yeah, seems like a good one for her."

"It works for both of us. So if you ever…"

Was he offering me a chance to screw his wife? I mean, I wouldn't mind... except I am married. "Oh, I don't know that my wife would let me," I said, putting my hand up.

"You never know," he said. And with that, he chuckled as he walked away.

I kept replaying the conversation in my head. Did he really share his wife? Did he just offer her to me? Not that I'd take him up on the offer, of course, but… she was hot… and if I were single… but then I'd never be in this house either, I thought.

A couple of weeks later, I ran into our neighbor again. "Hey, we're having a party this weekend. If the two of you want to come over and meet some other people around here. We've been friends with each of our neighbors for years. The couple that lived where you are now, well, we were great friends, and hated seeing them go, but they had a job opportunity he just couldn't say no to."

"I understand that," I said, somewhat lying. I couldn't see myself ever getting a work opportunity that good. Of course, I was still young, so who knows?

"Yeah, another friend wanted the place, but couldn't make it happen. But we're glad you're here now, so come over this weekend. It will give everyone a chance to get to know everyone else," he said, making it more like an order than an option. "We'll have fun out by the pool and whatever; adults only, so there will be plenty of tequila and other drinks. If you have a favorite, we'll probably have it."

I liked the sound of that. Work had been rough the last couple of weeks, so having a break would be nice. I told my wife, and we made plans to attend. The party started at noon, and we'd be there shortly after.

I have to admit, I couldn't wait to see his wife in a bathing suit. She was very sexy even when normally dresses, the idea of seeing something hugging her every curve, and showing off some skin... well, who wouldn't want to see that.

When he suggested the idea of me having sex with her, well, while I would never... However, that didn't mean that I didn't think about it all the time. And she had been on my mind more than once while I took a long shower.

The day of the party came, and we brought over a couple of bottles of adult beverages, holding them out while the neighbor answered the door. "Oh, thanks," he said to my wife. "I don't think we've formally met. I'm Tom," he said, taking one of the bottles and ushering us inside.

Tom was wearing a bathing suit and a t-shirt, clearly ready to head out to the pool. My wife and I were similarly dressed and ready to have some fun. I looked around, hoping to see his wife in something skimpy. I was curious if she was a one-piece or two-piece kind of girl. Maybe a tiny bikini if I was lucky, although with a group of people, I kind of doubted it.

We walked into the kitchen, dropping off the hard liquor, and saw several other bottles there on the counter already. Some were already open, so I knew this was going to be an awesome party. I could hear other people talking in the other room, which Tom led us to. 

My wife was in front of me, and as my wife walked in, she stopped short. I wasn't sure why until I turned the corner and saw for myself. 

"The last of our guests have arrived," Tom said, as he walked past us.

My mouth had dropped open. I knew Tom's wife was attractive, but now I knew just how much. She was lying on a table, naked as the day she was born. Her legs spread while she sat on top of a naked guy, his dick up her ass.

I slowly looked around, and everyone in the room was naked. I had never seen so many naked people at one time in my life. Part of me wanted to leave, while another part of me sprung hard and was ready to join the crowd.

"Hey," Sarah called out to me. "I've got a spot open for you," she said, rubbing her exposed pussy.

I didn't move at all.

"Let me guess, my husband didn't tell you what type of party this would be," she said, rocking her hips back and forth. She smiled, seeming to enjoy our awkwardness.

Around the room was a collection of naked bodies. I have to admit, all of them looked good. And while I thought my wife would have run out of there screaming, when I looked down at her, I could see her hardening nipples and flushed skin. This was turning her on.

"In case you couldn't tell, we're swingers, but you don't have to be. Some people prefer to just watch. Some people prefer to perform. We don't make judgements one way or another. Our only rule is that if you want to have sex, it's got to be consensual, and with someone other than your spouse during the party," Sarah said. "We also strongly encourage you to make sure the partner you're with has a good time, if you know what I mean… and we'd prefer that you be naked, or at least semi-naked… no need to bring the mood down."

As she finished talking, Tom handed us drinks. I noticed he was now also naked… and hung.

"So, care to try my wife out?" he asked as he handed me a drink. "Trust me, I don't mind… and if your wife is up for it…" He let his words hang in the air.

My wife was stuck looking at his cock. It was easily the largest I'd ever seen, not that I'd seen a lot, but I'm sure it was the largest my wife has ever seen as well.

"Or, you can just watch, we won't mind," another guy said, his hand hanging over a lovely lady, groping her breasts.

"Yeah, we all like being watched. That's what makes a party like this so much fun," she said. "Isn't that true, honey?"

I wondered to whom she had directed that question.

The guy who was fucking my neighbor's wife's ass agreed. Apparently, that was her husband.

This was truly the most surreal thing I had ever experienced. Of course, if I fucked that tight ass, I'd be loving it as well. Part of me wanted to step in and fuck my neighbor, but I paused, realizing that while my wife was feeling very horny, and maybe even a little frisky, I don't think she was up for letting me fuck our neighbor.

I looked over at my wife, and she was still staring at Tom's "hardware". I watched as she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Oh, I think she knows what she wants," said the girl getting groped by not her husband. "Trust me," she said, reaching out and touching my wife's arm. "It's going to hurt so good…" she moaned with pleasure, thinking about it. "All the new girls have to try him out, and everyone thinks it's worth it. Of course," she stood up straight and reached down to stroke the cock of the guy groping her, "all the guys here are worth a lay… or two. And most of them are happy to help you fulfill any fantasy you have."

"Any…" my wife said, her voice trailing off.

"Trust me, most anything you could want, we've all done," she said. "From threesomes to foursomes, to facials, tied-up, tied-down, we're down to help anyone try anything that they want."

"Anything," my wife said, smiling now, realizing what that meant. 

"You want to stay?" I asked my wife, surprised by her change in tone.

"Only if you want to," she said hopefully. "After all… when in Rome…"

"Let me guess what you want to do," I said, looking down at our neighbor's long, hard member.

"Would you mind?"

"Well, what would I do?"

"Anyone you want, I guess," she said, looking at that cock, not really caring about anything but that. I'm sure if her best friend, sister, or anyone else I had normally inappropriate thoughts about were here are the party, I could have free rein with them right now. For right now, I was a little limited, but there were still plenty of opportunities.

"Want to watch your wife?" the girl being groped asked me. Or, you could climb up and mount the hostess, or help me out. I always enjoy a good threesome," she said, reaching out and stroking my cock.

I watched as Tom walked closer to my wife and put a hand on her breast. I was the only guy who had touched her there in the last six years. Yet, I was pretty sure he was going to be touching her in a lot of places I had only touched her in the last few years. And with that horse cock of his, he might touch her in places she's never been touched before.

I watched my wife mindlessly reach out for his cock, barely able to wrap her delicate fingers around it, and stroke it.

Another girl had come up to me. She wrapped her arm around one of mine. "I loved it when my husband watched me take that thing for the first time… and every other time. And he loved watching it stretch me open. Your sex life will never be the same, but in a good way. Now I just enjoy when he watches me with anyone," she said, lightly running her hand up and down my back. "So, is it okay if he watches you and me?"

I gasp as my wife bent over to take that cock in her mouth… or attempt to at least. The girl running her hand up and down my arm reached around with her other arm and grabbed my ass. "I think you could be a lot of fun too," she said. "Will you be fun for us?"

"Uh-huh," I said, watching what I couldn't believe.

Tom took my wife by the hand and helped her up. He turned her around, so my wife was facing his wife and bent her over the table. There, I watched as he mounted my wife. My wife moaned in pain and pleasure as he opened her up.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

I felt something wet on my cock. The girl who was being groped was now down on her hands and knees, sucking my cock, while I watched my wife.

Behind the girl, the guy who had been groping her mounted her doggy style.

I felt her shift back and forth as he thrust in and out of her, while I watched my wife getting fucked. Moaning with every stroke till she came.

Watching my wife cum was such a turn-on. I tried holding back, but I couldn't. I worked to keep from cumming, but I lost my battle. 

Just as I started to cum, the other girl kissed me passionately on the lips. I moaned as I shot my load into one girl's mouth, while I sucked face with another. I felt her tongue dancing around inside my mouth until my orgasm faded away.

As she broke our kiss, and the other girl pulled off my cock, I realized I had just experienced something so passionate, so intimate… and I didn't even know their names. As they looked at me, they smiled. Their jobs were done… they were to keep me there, while my wife was fucked and filled with cum by another man… to make sure I was okay with it.

I watched as Tom clenched his ass and shot his load deep in my wife's cunt. Was it so different from what I had just done? Some would say a blow job is even more intimate.

As he pulled back, the girl who was sucking my cock moved over to Tom and licked his cock clean. "Oh, she tastes good," she said to the group.

The group all clapped as they heard this and now considered my wife and me a part of their group.

I looked at my wife, still bent over. Her pussy was swollen and red from being used, and she was leaking cum from her dirty cunt. She looked like the fucking sluts I like to watch in pornos. I wondered what that said about her... about me?

The girl who kissed me wanted to find out just how good my wife tasted. But instead of licking his cock, she went to my wife. "Ever been eaten out by a girl?"

My wife shook her head no.

"Want to see what it's like?"

With that, she licked my wife's pussy, trying to get all the cum out of her used cunt.

Watching my wife being eaten by a girl was one of my fantasies, one I had never shared with my wife, of course, but that didn't make watching it that much hotter. I listened to my wife moaning as the girl's tongue darted in and out of her gushing pussy. My cock twitched as I heard my wife cum from the girl licking her pussy.

I had always assumed that my wife would never do anything with a girl, but here, she was so turned on, she not only allowed it, she was running her hands through the girl's hair, working to pull her into her pussy even deeper.

Another guy walked up to the girl licking my wife and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl got up, and the guy got between my wife's legs. Of course, he wasn't going to lick my wife. He had another tool he wanted to use on her.

The girl who had been eating the cum out of my wife walked over to me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I tasted my wife on her lips. "Every guy here is going to want to try out your wife," she said as she broke our kiss. "And us girls are going to keep your balls drained as well to make sure you enjoy it."

I watched as a second guy fucked my wife, giving her a third orgasm for the day, and we hadn't even been here a half hour.

As he was fucking her, another guy climbed up on the table. Since I hadn't taken a space with my neighbor, he got to use her pussy. Of course, he was all about eating her out, while she kept riding that hard cock in her ass.

I didn't think I could ever eat a pussy while a cock was so close to my face, but watching it was very exciting. But still not as exciting as listening to my wife being pleased again and again. Which was something else I never thought I'd do.

I scanned the room, wondering which girl I should try to be with next. Maybe I could get a little pussy this time. That's even more fun than a blowjob, I thought. After all, my wife shouldn't be the only one having fun with others today.

The girl who had been with me offered me a little blue pill. "We plan to keep the two of you going all day long until neither one of you can walk straight," she said with a laugh.

My wife was lost in her own orgasm. I watched as a guy got on the table in front of her. She had never been interested in a threesome before, but I watched as she had her first one… and part of me wished I could have been one of the participants. Yet as I saw a leggy blonde, my mind and body started focusing on her.

I looked her up and down, and she smiled at me. I smiled back, looking at her cute shaved pussy, just begging to be fucked. Who knows, maybe I could have my own first threesome and work on pleasing two girls at once. I know that was always a fantasy of mine, as it is for most guys, I'm sure.

She’d bring it up whenever she could and would sometimes call and ask about my experiences. I could heard the deep breathing, the excitement, and knew the moment she slipped her wedding band laden hand between her legs. I loved hearing her trying to cover her stifled moans.

At work, she was calm, cool, and collected - except she’d blush when I’d make conversation or eye contact.

But after… she needed to know more. She needed details. She finally admitted that her curiosity had taken over.

She was calling me regularly- at all hours- anytime she could get away from her husband and kids. She also stopped caring that I knew she was masturbating. Now she openly had loud, body-shaking, intense orgasms.

A couple of times she FaceTimed and teased with glimpses of her rubbing furiously as I described what I’d do if we were together. Watching her body tremble as she released grunt after grunt was incredibly erotic.

At work she made more conversation and would walk by my desk, sometimes letting touching my arm or shoulder.

I hadn’t made a move… I was leaving it up to her. (She had mentioned her being committed to her marriage- lesbian fantasy masturbation aside).

And then came the announcement that she’d be joining us on a work trip. We didn’t talk about it.

Once there, everything was professional, even at the opening night’s conference mixer. She once again came across as calm and cool.

And then there was a soft knock on my door.

There she stood, nervous and excited at the same time. Now I was intrigued. I let her in. Clearly, the drinks at the mixer had give her liquid courage.

As soon as the door closed, she announced that she was ready.

I knew what she meant, but asked,”Ready?“.

“I… want you to…make love to me”, she mumbled, looking down.

I lifted her face to meet my gaze.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,“ she answered breathlessly. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

She melted into me as I kissed her. We moved to the bed. I took my time, undressing, kissing, caressing, touching, nibbling, licking all the sensitive areas of her body, except one.

By the time my fingers began exploring, she exploded in her first orgasm.

And when I was between her legs, she orgasmed several more times.

For the duration of the conference, we were in bed (or in the jacuzzi) every spare moment. I lost count of her intense orgasms. She confessed to never having been so satisfied.

The last morning we had a long session (since she said she didn’t know when we’d be able to be together again). There wasn’t an inch of her body that was left untouched (or unlicked). She told me she didn’t want to go back.

And then we returned to real life.

She didn’t call me that weekend. I figured she was tending to her family.

The following Monday she didn’t acknowledge me. No looks, no conversation… nothing.

When I exited the stall in the ladies room, there she stood. Her demeanor was cold.

“I wanted to tell you… I can’t do this. I’m married. And I always will be. I love my husband. I’m not a lesbian. So please, leave me alone.”

I nodded. “No problem. I have and will continue to leave you alone. But remember… YOU came to me. YOU asked for it to go further. Don’t worry, I won’t ever fuck you again.”

I left her standing there.

It was disappointing, but it was what it was.

We spoke or interacted (about work related issues), only when we had to.

A few months went by when the phone calls began. An anonymous caller who wouldn’t say anything.

After a few seconds they would hang up.

Another call.

“What do you need,” I’d ask.

And I’d hear the familiar breathing, the soft moans.

I’d let her finish then hang up.

She still calls now and then.

I was anxiously waiting outside for my ride on my first day of my new internship. I was working at a friend of my dad's who had his own small business, and they said they could use a multimedia intern to help in the marketing department.

Since that interested me, I couldn't help but think this would be a good stepping-off point for my future career.

I wasn't expecting my dad's friend to offer to pick me up though. 

"Don't be silly," he said. "I live just down the street, and we only have one office. Don't think of me as your boss, or your boss's boss. I'm just a co-worker helping another co-worker."

Still, wanting to put my best foot forward, I waited outside, gripping my bag and lunch a little tighter than I normally would.

Mr. Edwards was there, right when he said he would be. He was about my dad's age, so I thought he'd be safe. I opened my door and slid in. The drive was a little farther, so we had a lot of time to talk. He told me he wanted me to report to him about the department and any changes I might see that need to be made.

"But I'm an intern," I countered.

"Yes, but we also need a younger pulse. And while I love Teddy, your new boss, I don't know that he's in touch with the younger generation. I can't have all my customers dying or retiring to Florida. I need to make sure I can reach younger people… people like you."

That made me feel special and important. I liked it, even if I was being a bit of a spy. The first week flew by. I was learning so much and having fun while doing it, even if it was a lot of work. That weekend I blew off a lot of steam with my boyfriend at the time. That was also a lot of fun, if for different reasons.

The following Monday arrived, and I was waiting outside for Mr. Edwards once again. He showed up with a smile as I opened the door, and off we went.

"So, tell me about your weekend."

"Well, I just got to spend some time with my boyfriend," I said. "That was a lot of fun."

"Oh, I bet," he said with a peculiar tone. "So what do you young people like to do for fun?"

"Oh, this and that," I replied.

We just chatted over the next few days, until Thursday. He showed up on time, as usual, and I was ready for him like normal.

We were headed to work when he told me he had seen me last night.

"Oh," I said. I had gone out with my boyfriend, but I didn't think anyone saw me. He picked me up and drove us to a secluded park where we made out for some time.

"Yeah, I saw you heading west on 28," he said. "I was picking up a pizza while heading to a friend's house to watch a game, and I pulled up next to you and your boyfriend in the car."

That's when I knew what he saw. I was quiet, and swallowed hard, hard enough to hear.

I looked at him in slight horror. What was he going to do?

"Don't worry, my college girlfriends and I did that much, and more, a lot when we were your age," he said jovially. "And while your dad is my friend, I think this should stay between us, don't you?"

I just nodded my head.

"Good. Don't worry, you're not the only one who's done that, and I'm sure you're not the only one who did it last night," he said.

"No, probably not."

"Besides, why not have a little fun, am I right?"

"Yeah, and there's something about him. Ever since my first time with him, which was in his car, getting in a car gets me… worked up."

"Every time you're in a car?"

"Every time," I said a little too honestly.

That made him smile a little bigger, and that's when I realized just what I had admitted to… and to be honest, I was worked up. And part of it was because of what and how often I do it with my boyfriend in a car, but Mr. Edwards was a fine-looking man, a DILF, as I heard some people call it.

"Yeah, I've been known to get that way too," he told me.

"And now?" I was just too curious.

"It would be inappropriate of me to tell you that… so there is only one way for you to find out."

It was as if he was daring me, looking at me the way he was as he said it. We were at a stoplight, and I wondered what I should do.

As I felt the car lurch forward as he took off from the red light, I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. I could feel a nice stiff member hiding behind his pants. "Oh my," I said, as he just smiled.

I decided to test my boundaries since he hadn't stopped me so far. I undid his pants and reached inside, wrapping my small delicate fingers around his member. They could barely fit around him, who was bigger or at least thicker than my boyfriend. I pulled it out; I had to see how much bigger.

I swallowed hard again. He was not only thicker than my boyfriend, but longer. I wondered how something like that would feel… not in my hand.

"Well, aren't you adventurous?"

"Should I stop?"

"Only if you won't finish."

I kept stroking him. I love the feel of a stiff member in my hand. And there was more to feel than I was used to.

"I should warn you, I'm getting close," he told me.

"Just don't wreck, OK?" And with that, I bent over, putting my head in his lap. And I wasn't there to take a nap. I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth, just the head, which I tickled with my tongue, while stroking his shaft with my hand.

"I'm close. I'm going to cum," he warned me.

But I changed nothing. If anything, I worked a little hard until he couldn't hold back and more, and shot his load into my mouth. There I held his cum and sat up.

We had another red light, and I looked at him, opening my mouth and showing him his cum. I then closed my mouth and swallowed, showing him again.

"Hot fuck," he whispered.

Now it was my turn to smile. "I'm guessing this should also be our little secret?"

"Yeah, probably," he said. "But what about you?"

I lifted my skirt, exposing my cotton panties. You could see a little wet spot on them.

"I guess you'd have to find out."

As he started driving again, he reached over and fingered me through my panties until I pulled them aside. I wanted his fingers where they could do some real good, and did they ever.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" I was whimpering at this point.

"I have some experience," he said.

"Oh, that feels so good. Are you going to finish me?" I was begging more than asking. I knew we were getting closer to work, and I didn't want to be on edge all day.

He pulled off into a parking lot that wasn't empty, but wasn't abandoned either. There, he put the car into park and focused on me. I was facing him as he fingered my pussy, looking into his eyes as he made me cum.

As my orgasm faded, he withdrew his fingers from me and fed them to me. I licked them clean, and he called me a good girl, despite knowing nothing I had done was good in the traditional sense, yet when he said it, I melted inside. I wanted him to do that to me again. To please me and call me a good girl.

"Tomorrow, do we have to wait to start?" I asked.

"Not if you don't want to. But you should show me that you want it.

Have you ever felt something sexual, about something that's not sexual? Not like someone who is attracted to trees, or some shit like that. No, I mean… well, consider the game of pool, or billiards if you want to be fancy.

There's something about being bent over, while people are watching you handle a long, hard stick, stroking it back and forth as you line up your shot to put some big, heavy balls into a pocket… that well… it makes me think of other long hard shafts, and other pockets… and as an exhibitionist, I'm not shy about people watching me do that either.

So when my husband, Mike, wanted to get a pool table, I was fine with that. And that first night we had it, I wasn't shy about how I thought about it. In fact, I suggested, we make the game a little more fun… instead of betting a dollar a ball, we'd wager a piece of clothing. And if you lost one, you could either win one back, or work on getting your opponent naked.

Well, my husband was all about getting me naked, which is not unusual for us. Like I said, I'm not exactly a closet exhibitionist. Walking around naked hoping to excite my husband is a fairly common occurrence.

And soon, I was bent over, while my husband stared at my ass as I prepared to take a shot.

Of course, I missed, which then led to the discussion of "What do I do now? I mean, I'm already naked."

He smiled at me as I sat on one of the bar stools we have in our game room. I had my legs spread, and he watched as I rubbed the cue back and forth across my pussy lips. As he watched me, I couldn't help but wonder, "So, if your friends know what I do with these cues, will they be more likely to use them… or less?"

"I know I'd use them more?"

"I know what I'd rather you use," I hinted.

He took the hint and bent me over the pool table and fucked me against it. He was rough and fast, and I liked it. Then he pulled his pants up, while I stayed naked, and prepared my next shot. As I lined my cue with the ball, I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and I liked it.

I took my shot and missed. "I wonder what types of games we should play when you have your friends over."

"Oh, I think I know what type of games you want to play. I bet you'd love to be naked while they shoot around, taking turns with you just as they take turns with the table."

I might have unintentionally let out a little moan at that. Mike has already shared me with some of his friends, knowing how much I love to be watched.

First, he fucked me in the kitchen while we were supposed to be getting snacks for the guys while they were over for a football game. I had made sure I was nice and loud so they could hear, then he invited his friends to use me as well.

Mike stayed and watched the entire time, while the other guys shuffled in and out. Some came to watch, some came to use, but before the game was over, all had heard, seen, and/or used me for their pleasure… which was my pleasure.

I have no idea who won the game that night. I only know that I was the real winner, as he made my dreams and fantasies come true. And now, well, once you make your dream a reality, you just want to dream bigger.

I know I suck at pool, but I know I could be a lot of fun at the pool table if I were given the chance, and that's all I'm asking for. Luckily, I know my husband, and his friends. If there's a way, he'll make it happen.

The next couple of evenings I heard him talking to his friends on the phone, inviting people over for a special party to break in the pool table. Now, you might ask why he didn't text his friends. Well, whenever he doesn't want their wives or girlfriends to find out, he always calls, and given the nature of this party… I'm glad he called.

The party was set up for the next weekend, so I had some time to practice… and by practice, I meant finding the right angles to take on the pool table so someone gould fuck me really good. Hubby of course helped with that, as did several of my favorite toys.

When Saturday came around, his friends started showing up one by one around noon. They hadn't eaten yet, and clearly I was on the menu. Or so I thought until I saw Amanda arriving.

"What's she doing here?" I heard my husband ask his friend.

"Don't worry, she's cool."

"Cool with this?!" he asked in a stage whisper.

"Very cool," she answered. She was holding a couple of six packs in her hands, and brought them to the game room. When she put them down, you could see what was up. She was wearing a very tight tank top, short shorts, and knee-high socks.

Now, I don't normally go for girls, but she was making me rethink my position on it. Especially as she walked around the table. With each step, you could see the bounce of her braless tits. All the guys, and myself, were glued to the hard nipples that were poking out of her shirt, inviting people to play with them.

The guys' tongues were all wagging at this point, and who could blame them? I was already turned on, and knew if the guys got my horny enough, they might get a show they never would forget, if she was up for that type of thing, of course.

She walked over to me and ran her hand up my arm. "I hear you like to be watched… me too," and with that she turned and went over to her boyfriend, who she kissed deeply in front of us all. 

He wasn't shy in front of everyone with her either, feeling up her firm tits in front of everyone, pinching the nipples that everyone wanted to play with.

"She's ready, boys," he told everyone, letting them know she was fair game.

"What do you say we get the game started then?" she suggested.

My husband offered to put on the burgers while another buddy of his got out some more beers that he had brought. That left Amanda and me in the room with about four horny guys looking for fun and a show.

"So, do we even try to play pool? Or do we just go for the guys?" She asked me.

"I saw we play pool, and let the guys do what they dare."

I racked the balls, and she was up first. She took her shot, and spread the balls everywhere, but in the pockets. I slapped her ass nice and hard, leaving my hand there for a second longer than was appropriate.

"Looks like it's my turn," I said, bending over and lining up a shot. I pulled the cue back and then thrust it forward, sinking a ball.

I let out a little shout of joy and surprise. "Looks like you got to lose an item of clothing."

"Already?" she said, half laughing. "Boy, you do like to move things along quickly."

"Well, I do like showing off… and showing off others." Now I was the one laughing.

I missed my next shot, and she made hers. I told her she could order me to take something off, or put her shirt back on, player's choice.

"Now, why would I ever want to get dressed?" She asked playfully. "It's a lot more fun when I'm naked."

I have to say; I liked her way of thinking. I undid my top and tossed it at one of my husband's friends. I didn't know his name, and would try hard not to learn it. It was so much more fun fucking a guy in front of people when you don't know their names. The wantonness… the anonymity… it was weird, but fun.

She made another shot, and off my shorts went. I was down to my bra and panties, as well as my sneakers, which I'd keep on for traction.

She missed, and I made my shot. That got her out of her short shorts, and now she was only wearing some bikini panties.

Unfortunately, we both missed our next set of shots. That's when my husband walked in and saw us.

"Well, you two don't waste any time, do you?"

"No, but we're having a string of bad luck," I said, pouting. "We've been like this for two or three rounds..."

"Oh, I know why," he said. Then he walked over and pulled my panties down in front of everyone. Now I was naked.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because you've been practicing playing naked, you need to play like you practice," he said.

I bent over, and he felt me up and down my crack as I did. It was tough to concentrate, but I made the shot.

"Woo hoo," I yelled with joy.

"Maybe I should try that," Amanda offered.

"Then let me help, of course. You were losing your panties anyway because she just made her shot," my husband said, walking over and stripping his friend's girlfriend of her last bit of clothes.

"Now the real fun begins," he said. As she bent forward to shoot, he ran his hand over her and down between her legs. I could tell when he reached her pussy, as she cooed at his touch.

"Oh?"

"Anything visible is fair game," he said. "And if your opponent makes a shot, then you have to pay up in favors. And they get to pick what those favors are."

"Now that sounds like fun," she said… and she was right.

I bent over and waited for someone to mount me. It didn't take any time. I don't know how many balls I sunk after that point, but I know a lot of balls were sunk into me… and that's what really matters.

Amanda and I kept up all afternoon, working to both please those guys, and be seen doing every naughty thing imaginable.

When the guys left, my husband invited Amanda and his friend to stay. We were all still naked, and he turned on the big TV in the game room.

There he pulled up something, a video he had made of the day's events. There we watched ourselves being totally depraved in front of those guys, fucking all of them, and each other, until we were all ready to share one another again.

My boss has a bit of a reputation; well, that would be one way of putting it. Around the office, he was known for being a ladies' man, and not just with ladies around town. He’s also known for enjoying the fruits around the office, having spent a night or more with almost every lady in the office, or so the rumors go… and he doesn’t care if they are married or not. In fact, it seems that he prefers the married ones as they are not looking for a relationship, at least not with him.

Of course, how much of that is rumor versus how much of it is real… well, one can only assume he brags about nothing, as with most guys. Still, I figured I could use it to my advantage if I could get my wife to flirt with him. I mean, I had caught him checking her out more than once at a company picnic or other event, so getting him to pay attention to my idea could lead to great things if I’m lucky.

I talked to my wife, and she was a little hesitant. She had heard some of the rumors as well, but she knew how important this project idea could be for my career, and decided to go along with it.

So once that was decided, it was just a matter of figuring out when and where to set everything up. Luckily, we had a quarterly party coming up, so I set the plan into motion. She was going to flirt with him at the party and then see about maybe having him over to talk more about the idea.

That first party seemed to go well. My wife danced with him, and tried talking me up as she did. She then invited him to our table, and before I could suggest him coming over to discuss it in more detail, he suggested it. How lucky could I be… and my wife, well, she seemed very happy to help me. 

I was off talking to other coworkers and celebrating our good fortune once again, leaving my wife to deal with my boss.

Of course, I had no idea of what they discussed when I wasn’t there, but I found my wife blushing as I returned to the table with fresh drinks for everyone. I didn’t think anything of it, as it was a little dark, and maybe I was just not seeing clearly.

My wife seemed extra affectionate that night when we got home, coming on to me. I figured the wine we had been drinking had done the job for me, and I was able to take advantage of my good fortune. I didn’t even have to ask her to go down on me; she did it on her own, devouring my dick before climbing on top of me and riding me till I finished in her naked pussy.

Two days later, we were scheduled to have my boss over for dinner. I noticed my wife shaving her pussy, something she never did for me, despite me always wanting it. I watched her, and then kissed her while she wore only a bra at that time.

She quickly felt my hard dick through my pants, and before I knew it, she was pushing toward our bed.

I felt her pussy, and she was wetter than I know her to normally be, and I wasn’t going to miss taking advantage of this.

I went to get a condom, and she stopped me, pulling me back to her, working my pants down.

“Just fuck me quick,” she said. “I only have time for a quickie, but I need it. I need you,” she begged.

Who was I to disagree with her, and soon I was pounding her pussy fast and hard. She came as I fucked her quickly, and I came right along with her. As I finished, I was looking down at her, smiling, as she was .

I wondered what had gotten into her. She never wanted a quickie, let alone wanting me to fuck her without a condom, but there she was. And now twice in three days. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

I cleaned up and headed to the office. I only saw my boss once during the day, but he mentioned how he was looking forward to our meeting tonight, and I told him I was too. I left the office a little early to make sure everything was ready. My wife was dressed in a nice dark dress with polka-dots while the roast was cooking in the oven. I had put some wine to chill and got it ready.

My boss was supposed to arrive at 7PM, and he arrived a minute early. He never likes being late. I welcomed him into our home and poured him a drink. I also gave one to my wife and poured one for myself. “To a productive evening,” I toasted. And with that, we were off.

My wife was still wearing an apron when she came back, bringing out the roast. I know she worked on it this afternoon, leaving her teaching job a little early, and while I knew tonight was important, I was hoping my boss and I could finish early so I could spend some more time with my wife. I was enjoying her more sexual self, and I couldn’t help but want to spend even more time with her.

Dinner was good. We made lots of small chit-chat, and while I tried to steer the conversation toward work, my boss reminded me that my wife would probably find it boring. “Besides, there would be plenty of time," he said.

He was right, but I wanted more fun time with my wife, and I knew I could wait. My wife would be there with me tonight after all, and then we could have some fun, I’m sure.

After dinner, I pulled out my briefcase with some notes and figures I had already run , showing off my idea, while my wife went and got us dessert from the kitchen.

We ate some of the dessert when he asked for some coffee. My wife asked if I could get it for her, and I was happy to. I put the folder down and went into the kitchen, pulling out the cups, saucers, and more. But as I walked into the dining room, I dropped them all when I saw my wife.

She was standing next to my boss, facing him, and me in the doorway. My boss had his hand up her skirt, pulling it up, and was fingering her right in front of me.

Neither of them even flinched when the tray dropped to the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing your wife doesn’t want me to… now do you, dear?”

She just moaned a no, clearly enjoying being played with.

“Go on, tell me your plan,” he said to me. “I’m going to keep pleasing your wife while you do… and here’s the deal. I’ll stop when you finish your plan, in its entirety. However, every time your wife cums, and I think she’s getting close, she’s going to take off a piece of clothing. And when she’s naked… I’m going to take her back to your bedroom, and fuck her on your bed. Isn’t that right, dear?”

My wife just nodded, gently biting her lower lip.

“I want you to stop,” I said indignantly.

“Should I stop, dear?”

My wife begged him to keep going. “I’m close… so close.”

He just looked at me and smiled. “Go on, while I enjoy your beautiful young wife.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Or how I was powerless to keep it from happening. And as I stood there dumbfounded, my wife had her first orgasm. My boss kept fingering her through her orgasm, as her knees became weak, and she had to use the table to stay upright. She fought for that and won, but just barely.

“Oh, that’s it, my dear, cum for me while your husband watches,” he said. 

The more he encouraged her, the louder she got, until her orgasm finally faded away.

“Oh, that was amazing,” she said as my boss lifted up her black and white dress, lifting it over her head.

My wife wasn’t wearing any panties. She wore only a black satin bra now. They were holding up her C-cup breasts for her. My wife was never that shy around me, but she was downright bold around my boss.

“What have I done?” was all I could think.

My boss offered my wife his dirty fingers after tossing her dress to the side. I watched as she sucked on those fingers. It was something she would have never done for me, but didn’t even hesitate for him. And while I was pissed, I was also getting turned on.

I tried going through my five-point plan, wishing it was only a single point, but before I could get through the second point, my wife was cumming a second time.

Now my boss stood, his fingers still in my wife’s pussy, as her orgasm faded. As it went away, he pulled his fingers out of her, and she moaned in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, my dear, I have something you’ll like even better,” he said as he unclasped her bra and tossed it my way. 

My lovely wife was totally naked in front of me. I couldn’t believe it. My mouth hung open.

“He acts like he’s never seen you naked before,” he said to my wife as he led her by the hand back to our bedroom. Our house wasn’t that big, but how did he know? Was he just lucky at guessing, and women?

“Darling,” I called out to her. “Please, no,” I pleaded, but she ignored me.

I followed them back and watched as my wife undressed my boss. When she got to his pants, and huge dong fell out. He was already hard, but she still sucked on it for him. She worked it, as he worked to take off the rest of his clothes.

Now naked, he helped her up onto the bed, and she lay back for him, spreading her legs. Like this morning, she didn’t ask him to put on a condom, wanting his naked cock instead.

She moaned as he entered her, and then again with every thrust. He was slow at first, letting her open up to his size, but went faster as she could accommodate him.

I just stood there off to the side watching her cum for him again and again until he pressed deep inside of her, and unleashed his seed into her womb.

He held my wife and kissed her as I watched in equal parts horror and excitement. 

As he lay on top of my wife, he played with her perky breasts and told her what an amazing lay she was. She in turn blushed like a schoolgirl and squealed with joy when he pinched her nipples. 

My boss then got up and headed back to the living room without getting dressed. “Should we continue?” he asked. “I mean, you brought me here to talk about a plan, not just fuck your wife… or do you only want me to fuck your wife?”

“No… no… “I said, barely audible. “I had a plan… this was not my plan.”

“Sure it was,” he said, patting me on the shoulder. “Everyone knows my reputation. The only reason to invite me to your house is to bed your wife. And I was very happy to do that for you,” he said, smiling. “You’ve got quite the woman there,” he said, trying to compliment me, I guess.

He walked to our dining room table and sat his bare ass on one of our chairs, as I walked back. I talked him through the rest of the second point, and then the third. It was a little odd talking to my boss while he sat there buck naked, but what was I to do?

My wife walked out naked a few minutes later. I thought she was going to get dressed; instead, she sat on my boss's lap, playing with his member while I tried getting through the third point. I was almost through it when she got down on her knees and started to suck on his member, begging it to come back to life. 

It didn’t take long, and she sat down on his cock, facing him, and rocked her hips back and forth. And just like when the two of them fucked in our bed, I couldn’t help but watch.

My boss wasn’t paying attention to me at this point anyway. He was too busy playing with my wife’s perky tits, sucking on her nipples and enjoying her body overall. 

“This is so much better, isn’t it?” he said.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” my wife answered him as her orgasm was so close. “Much better than the bathroom,” she said.

“The bathroom?”

“Yes, your wife was flirting with me at the party, and before you knew it, the two of us were in the bathroom. I had her bent over the counter and fucked her from behind. It was rough and passionate, but I like being able to take my time and enjoy a woman’s body, not just her pussy… of course, she enjoyed my cock and came all over it, didn’t you…. Just like you came all over my fingers while we were dancing…”

I couldn’t believe it. My boss diddled my wife at the party and made her cum twice. And now… again… in front of me.

“And I have to admit, I like your shaved pussy.”

“Well, you said I should, and I wanted to please you.” With that, she kissed him as she came all over his cock once again.

I just watched in disbelief as they made out like horny teenagers in front of me.

My boss stood while she was still sitting on his lap, and without his cock coming out, he placed her on the dining room table where we hosted our friends and family. There, with my wife’s legs hanging off the end of the table, he thrust hard and fast into her cheating pussy.

With each thrust, her breasts bounced up and down, and he watched while he diddled her clit as he fucked her. My wife cupped her breasts in her hands, trying to keep them in place, yet still failing somehow.

My boss was pushing my wife back a little further with each thrust, so he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her in tight and held her there for leverage. As he did, he shot his seed deep into my wife’s unprotected womb once again.

After his orgasm ended, he helped my wife to sit up on the table, and once again kissed her until his cock finally came out. Even spent, his cock was large. I could understand why my wife didn’t say no, but it still… hurt.

As his cock withdrew from her cunt, he broke their kiss. There he stopped and looked at me. “Thanks for a wonderful evening. I can’t wait to do it again,” he said smugly. “I’d love to hear more about your plan,” he said, kissing my wife once again before pulling away. 

My wife had brought out his clothes with her, and he got dressed, while leaving my wife sitting on the table, his cum dripping out of her right where some of our honored guests have sat.

“You know, many guys like to fuck their wives after watching me with them. It also reduces the chances that I’m the one that knocks them up,” he said while standing at the door.

Before I could say anything, he opened the door and left. As the door closed, my jaw dropped. “Can you believe that guy? Like we’d ever have him over… and you… and at the party!”

“I know how important this deal is to you,” my wife said. “And we’re not done selling him on it yet,” she said, a little too excitedly. “Now, do you want to fuck me? Or do you want to eat me out to keep him from knocking me up?”

“I think you want him to knock you up?”

“No… he’s just fun. I want you. Let me show you,” she said, grabbing me and pulling me in tight.

“You never do those things with me?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Maybe,” I said.

As she ran her hand over my crotch, she could see how turned on I was. It kept me honest about how I felt unfortunately.

I was stuck in the break room, cornered by "that guy". You know, every company has at least one "that guy". The guy who thinks he can do no wrong, that every woman wants him, and that every guy wants to be him.

And me... well, I wanted to be anywhere but there.

I kept looking for an out, not that he was physically restraining me, but he just wouldn't shut up.

I looked at people as they passed by, but none stopped to help until Alli walked by.

"Hey, you're going to be late," she said. "We've got that off-site meeting," she continued. She all but took me by the hand and pulled me out of the situation.

"Thanks," I said, "but I don't have an off-site..."

"You do now. I've got to make a coffee run, and I could use some help carrying them... or you could go back to you know who."

"No, no, an off-site it is," I said, just thankful to get out of there.

"I get the feeling he's not your type," she said.

"No, far from it."

"In fact," she said, pushing her hair behind her ear, "I have a feeling your type and my type are pretty similar."

"Oh," I said, wondering what she knew.

"Let's just say I've seen you checking out Jemma... and Krystal... and..."

"Who," I interrupted.

"Krystal, the new head of marketing."

"Oh... I didn't know her name."

"Maybe not, but you've been studying her body..."

I blushed. I thought I had be discrete, but clearly not nearly enough.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything... except that you've got good taste."

"You too?"

She smiled at me. "Yep." She tossed me her keys. "Why don't you drive?"

Krystal and Alli had similar body types. A little taller than average, slender, with long, straight hair that you could just run your hands through.

"You know Krystal is straight, right?"

"Doesn't mean I can't look... or fantasize. What about you?"

"Oh, I like what's in front of me," she said as she got into her car.

Now I was really blushing.

"What, you couldn't tell? What if I said, getting you out of that breakroom wasn't quite as altruistic as it might have seemed."

"What..." I paused. She had put her hand on my thigh and was moving it up my leg. I think I understood what she was saying.

I thought about what was happening. We were stopped at a traffic light, and her hand was now under my skirt, but just.

"Now tell me. Do we go and get the coffee? Or do we go to my apartment, which is empty and only about 2 blocks from here?"

I looked at Alli and then the road, and back at her. My heart was racing. I had never been in a situation like this before. Her hand moved a little higher, and I turned to her, looking her in the eye. Talking about the girls I had been checking out had gotten me worked up a little. Now, with her hand where it was, I was afraid she might find out I had also been checking her out... or did she know and that's why she was where she was. I had dreamed of spending some quality alone time with her while I played with myself just this past weekend, and now... now I could make my fantasies a reality.

I licked my lips and lunged toward her, kissing her intensely. As I did, she ran her hand all the way up the inside of my thigh. She could feel my damp panties.

"Oh, I think I know what you want," she said. "Go down a block and turn right," she said, telling me how to get to her place.

I hit the gas a little hard, and we sped off. We couldn't get to her place fast enough. The car hit a speed bump in her apartment's parking lot and caused it to jump, which put a little more pressure from her fingers against me than I think either of us planned.

I gasped just a bit as I felt her pressing into me, even though I still had my panties on.

"So I know you're a bit of a naughty girl," she said, as we pulled up to a stop sign. "But I'm curious how naughty?"

Since we were stopped, I thought I'd show her. I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties. They were soaked at this point, anyway. I placed them in her lap and kissed her again. "Now where," I asked, knowing we needed to move this some place more private.

She rubbed against my pussy as she told me where to park. I almost didn't want to get out of the car as it meant her removing her fingers from me. We kissed some more, while I fondled her tits over her blouse, until she stopped us.

"I don't need the neighbors talking," she said. "Come on, my apartment is right there," she said.

Of course, I wasn't looking where she was pointing. I was only looking at her. I especially enjoyed watching her lick her fingers clean. "I can't wait to taste more of you."

I whimpered a little as she said that, and then followed her to her apartment, where she pulled me in and pushed me against the wall. She was rough... or passionate. Either way, I liked it.

She quickly got me out of my clothes, and soon I was naked before her. She roughly played with my breasts, groping them and getting a feel for them.

The whole time we were kissing, and when she stopped kissing me, she kissed down my neck. She stopped there for a minute until she left a hickey on me I was sure, not that I cared. I loved the attention I was getting, especially since I wasn't having to give it to myself like I normally did.

She pulled me further inside, where she led me to her sofa. She sat down on it, and then pulled me onto her lap, where she fingered me from behind.

"Oh, you're a dirty little girl, aren't you? Look how wet you are," she said as she finger-fucked me. I was wet, very wet, and you could hear it. "Maybe I should spank your dirty little ass... or would you like that too?" she asked as she spanked my bare ass.

It stung, but in a good way. I loved it and moaned a little as she did.

"Oh, you are dirty," she said suggestively.

I just moaned a little more until she gave me my first tiny orgasm of the afternoon.

Alli helped me off her lap and stood up . "Time to see how naughty you really are," she said as she took off her slacks and then her panties. She left her shoes on and sat back down on the sofa. "Come on, let's see what you can do. Pretend you're licking Krystal, unless you want to focus on me..." She studied me for a few seconds. "Oh, you've been fantasizing about me," she said, pulling my head into her lap, right where her own wet pussy was.

"Tell me about your fantasies about me. Are they like this, where you love to eat my snatch? Or are they dirtier, like I fuck you with a strap-on. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

I couldn't really talk with a mouth full of pussy, but I moaned a little. It was one of my fantasies, especially as I pushed my favorite dildo in and out of me. I wondered what types of toys she had, and if she'd use any on me. It was being used... with whoever I was. I was very submissive like that, and she could clearly tell.

"Maybe I should just have you eat my snatch until I pass out from cumming so much. You want that?"

I just moaned again into her pussy. The more she talked like that, the more I reacted, the closer she came to cumming.

I reached between my legs and fingered my own pussy. I wanted to cum with her, and she didn't say I couldn't. I was focused on her pussy, but having cum a little already, I was close to my second orgasm.

However, I knew she was getting close as her legs started to squeeze my head. It usually went from there to a full-on orgasm in just seconds.

I sucked on her clit, which sent her over the edge. Soon her body had a mind of its own as it shook and squeezed, and caused her to cry out in pleasure so all of her neighbors knew what was going on.

Some people get nervous or embarrassed when they are with a vocal lover. I love it, as it shows everyone just how good I can be in bed with them. So when she started to cum like that, I just worked that much harder to keep her orgasming.

Of course, she didn't mind either. Her body had taken over, and she only cared about her ability to keep orgasming. I kept working on her pussy, and she kept cumming, squeezing her legs to hold me in place, not that I wanted to go anywhere.

I wasn't sure if she could make me pass out, but she sure seemed to try with her vise-like legs.

She kept like that until she finally couldn't cum any longer. Her body went limp, and I wondered if she had passed out. I looked up and saw her looking at me and smiling weakly.

I slid up her body, while still fingering myself. As she was there, lying next to me, she could tell I was playing with myself, especially as I started to orgasm. It wasn't nearly as powerful as hers, but it was clear what was happening.

"Wow, you've got a needy little cunt... don't you?"

I was a little embarrassed, but she wasn't wrong either. I blushed and hid my face by burying it in her shoulder.

"Oh, that's so good to know... I enjoy using needy little cunts," she teased me. "Tell me, how do you like to be used?"

I was too embarrassed to ask.

"Maybe I should just have you masturbate in front of me. You seem to enjoy playing with your own pussy, as well as mine."

I smiled; I did enjoy it, but had stopped.

"Go on. Keep playing with yourself," she encouraged me.

I felt dirty, and I liked it.

"Do you need someone else to play with your needy cunt too?"

I looked up at her, almost hopefully. Would she play with me?

"I have some friends who sometimes like to come over and play with my new friends. The way you finger yourself, I bet you like a nice big toy, don't you?"

"How..." It was becoming hard to talk as I was close to cumming again. "... do you know?"

"You've got four fingers shoved up your cunt, dear. You need something big, don't you?"

I just nodded as I looked up at her.

"So tell me, do you like a real dick, or a strap-on better?"

I blushed. "A real one," I said as I started to cum in front of her while playing with myself.

"Oh, I'd love to see you take a real dick from behind while you are busy eating me out. Would you like that," she asked while I was cumming.

"Yes, oh yes," I moaned as I continued to orgasm.

"I have friends next door. Maybe I'll invite the of both of them, and they can take turns on your needy little cunt. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes. Oh fuck yes," I said, imagining what it might be like as I was orgasming. I had never been in a threesome like that, but it sounded so good. All of my best lovers knew to ask me to do new and wild things while I was cumming, and she had clearly learned that fast.

"Good," she said, smiling at me. "Maybe next time I'll invite them. Although for now, we need to head back to the office. I had someone deliver the coffees, but we can't disappear all day, you know. Of course, you'll have to figure out what to do since you smell like sex. Personally, I'd leave it. I love the way I smell on you," she teased as she got up.

She went and pulled on her pants and tossed me my blouse and skirt. I looked for my bra and panties, but couldn't find them. I guess they'd be her trophy for now. It didn't matter; I got what I wanted, and it sounds like I might get even more in the future.

"Don't worry, I'll keep that jerk away from you as well, and if you want, I have some friends around the office who might enjoy a dirty little slut like you, and I could tell them about you," she said, as we got into her car.

"Just let me know how much fun you want to have," she said as she turned the car on and headed back to the office.

My boss had just gotten off the phone trying to get a problem solved with one of our suppliers. While I wasn't in the room, I could hear a lot of yelling. Clearly, there was a problem. The issue was that next he was supposed to have a call with a client. Unfortunately, the client was upset because of our supplier, and they were blaming us. And it would be bad form to have my boss up in arms when dealing with the client. It's one thing to yell at your supplier when they screw up, it's another to be in that mode and accidentally yell at the client. It's a good way to get the contract cancelled and yourself along with it.

I walked into his office. "Your next call is in ten minutes."

He was rubbing his head from the stress.

I went over to his credenza in his office and poured him a scotch. As I handed him his drink, I offered something else to help take the edge off.

I got down on my knees in front of his chair and worked on his pants to open them up. He pulled his shirt open so that he could watch a little closer.

His dick wasn't so hard, so I put it in my mouth. I felt that spongy mass against my lips and in my mouth. As I sucked on it, while stroking it, I could feel it grow and harden in my mouth.

This wasn't the first time I had done it. In fact, I was quite used to it. And, like normal, as he got harder and larger, I had a hard time fitting it all into my mouth.

He's quite wide and has a decent length. And I remembered that as I moved up and down his shaft.

He leaned back in his chair as I sensually sucked on his cock. I twisted my hands as I stroked him while wrapping my tongue around the head of his cock.

As I looked up, I saw him relax and enjoy it. His head was tilted back, and he was getting closer to cumming.

He wasn't there yet, but close, and I knew I'd be able to get him there.

Of course, that's when I heard a soft knock on the door, and then it opened. I didn't even have a chance to realize what was going to happen when my boss's other assistant walked in.

"Oh my," she said, feigning shock. It was an open secret that I had the magic touch that could calm him down, and that was half the reason he kept me around.

"Oh, come on," my boss said, looking at her. "This doesn't even break the top ten inappropriate things you've caught me doing," he said, almost proud of himself.

"No... but the client meeting is about to start." She paused as she watched me. I had released him from my mouth, but was still slowly stroking him. "And they decided to show up in person instead of waiting on a phone call. And I don't think you want them catching you with yout pants down... now do you?"

My boss tilted his head back. "I should get ready for when they get here."

"Well, that's the bad news. They're already here."

"Can you tell them to wait for me in the conference room?"

"I already have," she said with a smile.

"Then we should finish up here," he said. And with that, he looked back at me. Clearly, he wanted his other secretary to watch. Luckily, I don't mind being watched. I went back to sucking on his cock. As I looked up, I saw that he had locked eyes with his other secretary. He was getting off on being watched as well.

And with that, he unleashed a load of cum into my mouth. Clearly he hadn't cum in a while, because he filled my mouth, and then some. I worked hard to keep it all in my mouth.

He looked down at me, with my mouth full of cum. He wanted to watch me, and I made sure he could see me swallow his load.

He smiled, truly enjoying that.

With that done, he stood. "Tell them I'll be right there," he said, feeling much more relaxed now.

I stood as he tucked his pants back in and got his shirt straightened. As I fixed my own skirt, I then moved to helping him be presentable. Then I gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and let him head off to his other meeting, while I went and cleaned myself up.

My son and his friend where home from college on spring break. They had spent the night playing video games, and early this morning my son had headed off to meet up with his girlfriend. He wasn't expected home until after lunch.

I was in the kitchen finishing cleaning up from breakfast when his friend, Rob, stumbled in.

"Coffee," he mumbled, like the living dead. "I need coffee."

I was a bit more chipper and poured him a drink with a smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You get some good rest."

"Yeah," he said, still half asleep.

I finished about my business of cleaning as he downed the first cup and asked for a second. I brought him a second one , and he seemed to be a lot more alert. Clearly he hasn't built up a tolerance to coffee like I have, as I need at least three cups in the morning if I was up all night. Of course, I also take pretty good care of myself and rest well usually, so sometimes I don't need even one cup. But I'll drink it socially, so as not to appear like some sort of psycho, of course.

I hopped up on the counter, facing Rob. I'm quite agile, especially for my age, I'm told.

I was wearing a short denim skirt, a white top, and my wedges. Wearing them made me nearly five foot nine. Without them, I was still a respectable five-six, but I found being a little taller has some advantages.

I had made sure the top three buttons of my top were open. Not enough to be scandalous, but enough to give a peek to anyone who wanted to see, and now with them right at eye level, Rob couldn't help but glance.

"So, what do you have planned for this morning?"

"Nothing much," he stammered.

I was good at playing innocent, when I never was.

"Can I interest you in helping me with something?"

"I guess," he said, taking a sip and acting like he was looking at my eyes, when he was really trying to get a peek of my tits.

I opened my legs a little, just enough for him to see my white cotton panties.

He swallowed hard. It was almost too much for him.

"I could use some help moving some furniture."

"Which ones?" he said, not even pretending to look at me anymore. He was focused on my body, just as I wanted.

I spread my legs, placing one on each side of him. My skirt had hiked up, and he clearly had a straight shot at my high-cut panties. I wondered if he could tell how moist I already was .

"I could give you a hint..."

"But you're... you're..."

I smiled. "You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"No... but... but..."

"Oh, you like butt stuff, do you?" I was teasing now.

"No... yes... I mean... you're Mike's mom..."

"So? Does me being older offend you? Or... have you always had a crush on one of your friends' moms... and now you can live out a fantasy." I paused, letting it hang in the air for a minute. "I kind of would hope I could be your fantasy... and a reality," I said, running a finger from the top of my chest down to where my buttons finally met on my shirt.

His mouth was hanging open, and his mind was almost off.

"I mean, you do like girls, don't you?" I was using a singsong voice.

"But Mike..." his voice was trailing.

"Won't be back until after noon. We have several hours... if you're up for it."

He swallowed hard at that double entendre.

"Now, why don't you help me out of my panties," I said, lifting my ass off the counter. "Come on, help a girl out."

He reached up and pulled on my panties, exposing my neatly trimmed bush. He was still nervous, but less so now that he saw my intimate parts up close and personal.

"Do you like to finger a girl?"

"Yeah," he said, almost as a moan, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

"So why don't you?"

He pushed a finger in, and saw how wet I was. He then pushed in a second and a third.

"Why do you like to finger a girl?"

"Because I want her horny."

"Why?"

"Cause I want to have sex with her."

Well, at least he was honest. "Do I appear horny enough for you?"

"Oh, yeah?"

"But I can't have sex with you right now. Do you know why?"

He shook his head as he kept fingering me.

"Because your pants are still on." I wasn't sure how someone who was only thinking with his little brain could miss that, but he clearly did.

He stood up and pulled his pants down the best he could with one hand, while continuing to finger me. I saw that he was nice and long. Thin guys always are. I scooted forward. "Ready for me?"

"Here?"

I climbed down off the countertop and onto his lap. He was sitting on a bar stool at my breakfast nook, and I was hoping he was stable enough not to fall over. Although it wouldn't be the first time I took a guy out like that.

His dick was bent forward, and I rocked my hips, trying to get it inside. I couldn't quite, so I reached down behind me and aimed it where I wanted, and "pop" it slid right on in.

"Oh wow," he said, smiling at me.

"Wow, what?"

"Most girls I'm with, I can't go all the way in. It takes several strokes... but you're..."

I leaned in. "Really horny and needing a long cock like yours?"

He moaned as I rocked back and forth with my hips. I don't think he was used to a girl talking to him like that. Being so direct, or honest. Of course, I wasn't completely honest with him. "What can I say, I like to fuck." Well, that was honest. "And I do it a lot." That was honest, too.

A little too honest for him. He moaned, and then realized he was about to cum. He unsuccessfully tried to hold back, but shot his load after being in me less than a minute. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, disappointed in himself.

"Don't worry. I'll take it as a compliment. You must really like my pussy."

"Oh, yeah, it was great."

"Well, tell me, you're not done yet, are you?"

"What?"

"When I was your age, my boyfriend and I would fuck four to six times in an afternoon when we were supposed to be studying. Are you telling me you wouldn't want to fuck me again in a few minutes? I mean, I'm hoping your cock will get hard again," I said, still rocking back and forth, with his shrinking cock still in me. I don't think it will stay there much longer, but I'll take what I can get.

"Really? You're not upset?"

"I'll only be upset if you leave me without satisfying me."

He smiled at that, knowing he'd get an extra shot or two.

"And I'll give you a hint: the better you satisfy me, the more times I'll let you."

"Really?" That really changed his mood. "You mean like tomorrow, too?"

"I mean, like, all week. So what do you say, care to try to take care of my needs? I can be very... needy," I said, running a finger down his chest. "And I like to be very naughty."

I walked out to the country club golf course. "I don't get what my husband sees in this game, but I guess I should try to find out. I mean, if he's going to be out here for hours a day, multiple days a week."

Yes, I had married a (slightly) older man, one who loved golf as much as he loved me, although sometimes I'm not sure I was his priority. Yet, I didn't want to be a golf widow, as some people around the country club called it. So I decided to learn by hiring one of the golf pros.

As I stepped out onto the course, he introduced himself as Jeff. He was a young man, about my age, maybe a little younger, and quite fit. Not like the friends my husband played with.

Jeff showed me the basics, and then once I had those down, it was off to play a round and see how I did.

Now, I admit, I like to have fun and can be a little silly. I laughed easily, and soon I was having fun, even if I wasn't doing very well.

I got behind the ball on the fourth hole, the first one where you're really away from the country club, and I shake my ass as I get into position.

"Remember," Jeff said, trying to be as helpful as possible, bend at the torso, and swing with your hips, rotating around a center point... or something like that. It could have been Greek, for all I knew.

I went to swing, and he stopped me. Getting behind me, he put his hands over mine. Like this, he said, helping me try to grip the club right. One thing at a time, he said.

"But there's so much to do," I said in a whiny little voice as I popped my ass back to hinge properly. Of course, I felt him there instantly as he was right behind me.

Now, I could have stopped and acted all embarrassed. Instead, I shook my ass side to side a little, feeling him against my short skirt. And while we both know I should have stopped, I held my ass against him for a little longer. I could feel him slowly stiffen as I pressed against him, and I smiled. He couldn't see me, but I was enjoying knowing I was turning him on. I guess it was the flirt in me.

He stepped back, clearing his throat in embarrassment, and then I swung, missing wildly. Sure, I hit the ball, but it went nowhere near where I wanted it to. Now it was my turn to laugh in embarrassment.

"Let me introduce you to the mulligan," he said.

"The what?"

"The do-over. We just won't count that one."

"So, start the entire process over... you coming up behind me... and holding me... in the right position?" I teased.

"I think you can manage."

And I did. My next shot was much better, not that the bar was very high for that.

And over the next few swings, I continued to do better with each one.

I was still teasing him, and I could tell he was enjoying it, and by the seventh hole, I had undone an extra button on my blouse without him realizing it. On the eighth, I got another. I was past innocent flirting at this point, and I think he knew it too.

"I think you could get par for this one," he told me on the ninth hole.

"What does that mean?" I asked. I've found that playing helpless will get you much further... up to a point, and I was always good at knowing where that point was.

He explained what it meant and how we were on the back nine, the last half of the course.

"Oh, and what do I get if I make par?"

"A better score?"

"I always like to play for something more... fun." I thought about some things I've played for in the past, but I doubted he'd do anything like that, or would he. "Ever play strip golf?"

"I don't think that's a thing."

"Anything is a thing if you work at it. I'll tell you what, if I make that pear.. par... I'll remove a piece of clothing."

"I thought you were supposed to lose clothing if you lose. If you get par, that's like winning."

"True..." Of course, I knew that part of the fun in playing strip games was getting naked, and the fun that ensued after that. "Then you've got to play with anything you see." I might have thrust out my chest a little to tease him more.

"OK, but if you don't make it, you've got to put something on... or since you've not lost anything, button up those buttons at least."

"Deal," I said.

And with that hole, I made par easily.

"Oh, wow," he said.

I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off, tossing them in his direction. "Why don't you hold on to these for me. I'm hoping not to need them back."

That really shocked him, which was fine with me. I liked seeing his mouth open; it let me know what I might get to play with later.

"Tell me," I asked, "do you see this a lot?" And with that, I knocked another ball on the green. A quick putt and I was under par. I reached into my shirt and undid my bra, pulling it out. I handed him my bra as we walked to the golf cart.

Oh boy, did he blush as he looked at my bra and held onto it. So I guess that answered that question.

"I mean, I've heard some of the tennis pros at the club talk..."

"Oh really? I'd like to know more..."

"No, I've said too much," he said, trying to undo what he'd already done.

In the cart, I hiked up my skirt, and he could see my smooth pussy as we headed to the next hole. I caught him looking over more than once. I'm sure the first time was to see if he really saw what he thought he saw, but the second, third, and every time after that? Well, I spread my legs a little so he could get a better view. As we pulled up to the next hole, I ran my finger between my lips and then to my mouth, where I sucked on it. I was staring into his eyes the whole time, and he was about to burst, I think. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me?"

"No, NO! It's fine. Honest..."

"No, silly," I said, smiling. "It was rude not to offer any to you," I said, running my fingers between my pussy lips again, and then offering it to him.

He bent forward and licked my dirty finger, sucking on it. I loved it, and it made me even wetter.

"Oh, what do you think I should take off when I make this hole?"

He just kind of let out an uncomfortable moan, which I loved to hear.

I drove the line hard and straight and soon found myself on the green. "Care to raise the stakes?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I sink this putt, there's something I want you to do for me," I said, wiggling my ass as I got ready to make my shot. "Let's just say there's something you'll need to sink into me."

"That's a fifty-foot putt. You'd have to be..."

As he spoke, he heard the head of the club hit the ball, and watched it curve as it rolled right into the hole.

His mouth fell open. "Damnnnnn"

I went over and picked up the ball, then tossed it by our golf cart, which I had parked a little closer to the woods than the green. "Opps, I guess you'll have to help me find that, won't you," I said, as I undid another button on my shirt and exposed my C-cup breasts to him.

He continued to stare as I walked right toward him, letting my tits bounce free for him to see. I loved looking at the expression on his face, and the growing member in his pants.

"Come on, help me," I said, taking him by the hand.

I knew the area was empty, and few people played this course at this time, so we'd have some time to ourselves.

I found my ball right by the tree I tossed it to. I bent over, sticking my ass out. "Care to help me?" I asked him as I pulled my skirt up over my ass and spread my legs. "I really need your best... driver..." I teased, wiggling my ass a little for him, as I looked back over my shoulder.

He walked up to me and put his hand cautiously on my ass.

"That's the lamest spanking I've ever been given."

"You want to be spanked?"

"Well, am I being a bad girl?"

"Either that, or a fantastic one," he said, groping my ass. Then he withdrew his hand and spanked me.

"Of course, a bad girl wants more than a spanking. I should do something to deserve it, right?"

"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"That's the idea."

I heard him unzip his pants and pull out his dick. He linked it up with my hole and pushed in. I love hearing a guy moan as he fucks me, and he let out a soft moan as he pushed all the way in.

I pushed back as he pushed in, getting a better thrust, and over and over. I was feeling good, and not just from the teasing as he fucked me.

"Yes, yes," I moaned myself, but it was too much for him.

He pulled out and shot his load on the ground next to us.

"Awe man..." I complained.

"What?"

"I wanted that."

"What? Really? Where?" He was so confused since he still wasn't able to use his brain as I had moved his blood flow to another place.

"Oh, you know..." I said, coming up close to him, pressing my naked tits against his chest so I could whisper into his ear. "My mouth... my cunt... my tits... anywhere, really. I just love having fucking cum on and in me."

He moaned again, not believing what he was hearing.

"You better be able to get it up again before we finish, because I'll want some more. And this time you better make me fucking cum."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, almost afraid of me given how direct I was being.

We headed back to the golf cart. I put my tits away, but didn't button my blouse, so he could keep taking peeks.

I missed par by a stroke on the next hole, but made it back on the one after that. As we drove to the next hole, I lifted my skirt and teased him with my shaved pussy. And to the next hole, I fingered myself, wanting to make sure I got to cum one way or another.

As I made that shot, I looked over, an saw the young man was mostly recovered. "Oh well, looks like you're ready for your next hole," I teased, running a finger over his crotch.

I went to the golf cart, but instead of sitting in it, I laid down across the bench seat, letting my legs hang out. I spread them and lifted my skirt so he had access to my pussy. He looked around, making sure no one was coming or even nearby as he undid his pants.

I was rubbing my pussy when he pushed inside of me again. This time he was a little more forward, and he worked to pull my tits out of my shirt, watching them bounce with each thrust he gave me. I smiled at him as he stared at my bouncing tits, groping them, while feeling my wet pussy gripping his cock.

"Where do you want my cum?" he said as I was getting ready to cum myself.

"Cum in me, and don't stop until I finish," I ordered him.

He shot his load, and I got to cum as well, just as I wanted and needed.

"Oh, that was good," he said, spent, but still keeping his cock inside of me as he played with my tits.

I sat up and kissed him. "I'm glad you liked."

"How come I don't think you needed me... at least to teach you golf."

"Well, I've golfing for over a dozen years, but I did need you... for other things."

"I can tell."

"Yeah, and my lover is going to want to know why I'm so wet when I go to him after this."

"You lover?"

"Yeah, my husband always loves when I come home and tell him the dirty things I did with my lover, I wonder what he'll think when he finds out I had two of them today," I said as I kissed the golf pro again.

We saw in the distance another couple coming to play our hole, and decided it would be best to head out. He climbed in as I fixed my shirt, but left my bra and panties off. I loved teasing him, and feeling his cum leaking out of my pussy.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said. "I mean, why should I hide things from you, if I let you fuck me."

"Are you going to come by for lessons again?"

"Would you like that?"

He smiled. "Very much."

"And what if instead of golfing, we just went straight to fucking for several hours?"

I think he nearly wrecked as we pulled back into the clubhouse.

"I'd love to help you out like that... just don't tell anyone. I might lose my job."

"I would hope I would be worth it."

"Oh, you are, but I also don't want to risk not being able to see you again."

Have you ever just had, well, one of those days?

Well, damn it, today was one of those days for me. My day sucked with a capital S.

The subway was late, which made me late for work, which meant I was getting written up again. Only, it turns out that last week, while I was out, my work nemesis got promoted and decided I had been late too many times and canned me... in front of everyone. I had never been so humiliated by such a pathetic little man before. And for a simple barista job, something I could do in my sleep.

Then, I went to class that afternoon, and I had missed that we were going to have a quiz... well, I failed that one, I'm sure. 

Heading home, I went by my boyfriend's place, only to find him humping some slut from the floor below him. Why couldn't he bang her in her apartment? Did he want to get caught?! Either way, that ended, and now I'm stuck.

I'm stuck failing my class, needing a new job, and needing a new boyfriend.

I headed back to my apartment to figure out my next steps... needing something to go right.

I looked in the mirror in my bedroom and stripped naked. At least I still had my looks. And while I normally fuck a bad day away, cause a good fuck makes everything better, I would not go back to my boyfriend and get him to help me feel better.

As I turned and looked at myself, I thought about going to a bar to pick up someone, but who knows if they'll be any good... and masturbation never helps on a bad day, only the good ones... and boy can they make a good day great, but for today, I need someone. Someone who is guaranteed to improve my day.

As I ran my hands over my breasts, I remembered who could help me. They've always seemed eager to help. Well, they really want a relationship, but maybe they can help in the way I need, and we'll see about the relationship later.

I put on some stockings and dug out my black fuck-me heels that never seem to miss. As I looked in the mirror, they were doing exactly what I wanted, making my ass pop and my legs look amazing. My tits could stand on their own, so I decided I didn't need a bra or panties. After all, I'm not looking for a date. I'm looking to get fucked.

I went to my closet and found what would make sure I got laid. I slid it on and headed out the door.

I stormed over to the Greek row and found the house I was looking for. I went inside, and there were a lot of people there. Not knowing where I was going, I asked for Sam, and I was given directions to the right room.

I went up the stairs, feeling both nervous and excited. I knew I would get what I wanted... at least I was pretty sure I was.

I stopped at the door, took a deep breath, and then entered boldly. As I walked through, I closed the door behind me, making sure it was locked.

Sam was lying on the bed and looked up, surprised to see me.

"I know what you want, and I have to see if we're compatible first," I said. I reached up and opened my mid-thigh length coat, exposing my naked body underneath. "Don't speak, just do your thing, and let's see if this will work."

Sam looked up and down my body and smiled. "I promise to make you happy," she said as she walked up to me and helped slide my coat off.

She ran her hands over my body. I shivered at her touch. I had never been touched by a girl before, and well... I was nervous about it.

She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," she said calmly. Clearly, she had done this many times before.

Her kisses moved from my lips, down my neck, and to my shoulders before moving towards my breasts. She softly cupped them in her hands as she licked my nipples in ways that no guy ever has.

I started to relax as she easily led me to her bed, where I lay down. Her hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. She didn't rush to get inside me like most guys do. She played with my mound, rubbing it, making sure I was ready before she ran a finger between my pussy lips.

By now, I was good and turned on. I wanted her to fuck me, but she kept taking her time. She'd kiss my breasts, then slowly massage my pussy lips, putting pressure on them, exciting me, but not making me cum. She knew I was frustrated and began to rub my lips more than she moved up and kissed me. As she got me to part my lips to take her tongue, she parted my pussy lips and pushed two of her long, skinny fingers inside of me.

I gasp as she opened me up while kissing me softly. She could easily feel how wet and ready I was.

"More," I whispered to her, "more." I was almost begging for it. She clearly knew what she was doing. I came to get fucked, and she was making sure it was going to be worth it.

Where I thought she was being timid, she was just biding her time. As I slowly begged for more, her kisses became more passionate, and her fingers moved faster and deeper. She now kept her fingers buried inside me and teased my insides. She cupped her fingers and felt for my g-spot... and unlike most guys; she knew right where it was.

I moaned as she touched it. I moaned right into her mouth as she kissed me and I kissed her back. That's when she used her thumb to play with my clit, causing me to cum almost instantly. She had built me up, and now she pushed me over that wall, and I was cumming. And not just some simple little orgasm. This was massive and amazing.

I saw fucking stars as I arched my back, my body begging to take more of her inside of me, and she never stopped. She kept playing with me until my orgasm started to slowly fade away.

I was breathing hard and loving every second of what she had done. No guy had ever touched me like that.

As I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath, I watched as she sat up. She pulled her shirt off, and then her bra, tossing them to the side. She got up on her knees and undid her shorts and pulled them and her panties off at the same time. Then she curled up beside me, her naked body pressed against mine. "You know we're just getting started, right? There's so much more."

"More?"

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet," she said, leaning in and kissing me once again. Those kisses when from short and sweet to lingering quickly. Except now, it was her naked body lying on top of mine. I felt her soft skin, her warmth, and I wanted more.

I started to kiss her more passionately, and she pressed her hips into mine. It was like dry humping from high school, except it was with our naked bodies.

Slowly she kissed down my body. But instead of moving to my tits like guys do, she continued to kiss between my breasts, and then lower. She kissed my stomach, and then down to my trimmed mound.

With her fingers, she once again rubbed my pussy lips as her kisses went further south. She kissed my thighs and then brought my legs back. With my feet on the bed, it tilted my pelvis to just the right spot for her to kiss my pussy, then slowly work her tongue between my pussy lips.

She spread my lips with her fingers and worked her tongue deeper inside me. I moaned as she kissed my pussy, licking it, enjoying my flavor.

She pushed a finger in, to go deeper than her tongue, and moved her tongue up. There she flicked my clit and sent an electric shock through my body I had never experienced before. I almost came with that first touch, but I wasn't quite there.

But I came when she did it a second time. As her tongue flicked my clit, the orgasm came crashing down upon me. It was as if almost any previous orgasm had never happened. My back arched, begging for her to go deeper. My hands and feet clenched into tight little balls, and I let out a cry of joy I never knew possible. It would have been fucking embarrassing if I had cared about that at all at that point.

And the best part of it was that she didn't stop. She went from flicking my clit with her tongue to sucking on it, and making me cum even harder. My orgasm just wouldn't stop, and as it started to fade, an even bigger one came behind it. "Oh fuck, Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!," I cried out in pleasure. I'm sure everyone heard, and at that moment I didn't care. I didn't care about it, or my cheating ex-boyfriend, or my fucking job, or even my classes... I just wanted her to never stop... and she didn't. Not until I was at the point of nearly passing out.

I was breathing like I had just run a fucking marathon, and she climbed back up my body and cuddled with me. I don't know how long it took to finally catch my breath. It seemed like hours, even though I'm sure it was just a minute or two... my body was still tingly all over as she ran her fingers up and down my skin.

"That... that... that was amazing," I finally said. "I get why people say women are better lovers."

"Well, we do know where everything is," she said jokingly.

"I so needed that," I said, staring up at the ceiling, smiling bigger than I had all week.

"I figured you did. And I have to be honest, I don't necessarily need a relationship..." She turned to me, propping herself up on her side. "I sometimes just have... friends with benefits. Just for some fun... I only ask that I get to have my fun as well.... you know, it's better to give than to receive."

"Well, you gave pretty great."

"Thank you. I have been told I know my way around the female body... and I'd be happy to show you how to operate one if you'd like... or, if you want a full relationship, I could be convinced," she said, suggesting that's what she might want.

"Hello to you too?" She asked, mildly annoyed, mostly instantly heating up from the look he was giving her.

"Kneel," he said.

She was on her knees before her brain could even properly register the word.

"We gonna talk about this?"

"Dolls don't speak. Top off."

She would have said something, but dolls don't speak and now all her words were gone - he'd taken them again. Her top hit the floor and she, breathless now, looked up at him. The look he gave her back let her know she had to put her knees apart, her hands behind her back, and her chest out.

He smiled. She nearly melted.

Today was not a day for him teasing her, this was clear. This was a day when he had something in mind, and she had a pretty good idea what. He took his cock out, he pressed her tits together, and he slid it up between them.

"Tongue out. Drool."

She obeyed. No thinking needed.

Without permission or direct orders to do anything else she just stayed there, kneeling, drooling. Soft and silent and inert as he fucked her tits, used her to get off. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she groaned and the drool flowed faster and he fucked faster and squashed her tits in tighter and then went stiff.

Cum and drool covered her chest, dribbled down between her tits as he stepped away. He pushed his cock into her mouth and she sucked him clean like she knew she was meant to and then he put himself away again.

He gave her a kiss on the head.

"Good girl. You can have your words back," he said before walking off again.

She had them back, but couldn't really put any together for a minute or so, and by that time he was out of earshot. Dazed, staring at nothing, she ran a finger up through the mess and licked it clean with a shiver.