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I am looking in the mirror, now, as I was this morning. My shave is keen, my face moisturized, my hair immaculate. Green eyes are what she likes, so my colored contacts are in.

I'm not a bad looking guy, even without all this primping. Hell, I never have problems meeting women, or convincing them to come home with me. People that say you need to be funny or a great dancer are full of shit. You have to look at them right, nod your head at the right parts of the conversation, and smile winningly, and they'll melt for you. Panties in my pocket, with at least a 75% success rate.

Why, then, am I unable to get Connie to look my way?

Jesse's my best friend from way back. We went to elementary school and high school together, and even stayed in touch through college when he moved away to Chicago. He was highly cool, but more of a brain with the books than the ladies, you know? He helped me out with getting motivated enough to pass high school instead of dropping out, and I tried to help him come out of his shell a little bit.

He got back in town last month-- a new job, and he's moved into my house here, and he seems to be staying. Which is great; we hang out and go to the clubs and talk about old times and play computer games. And shoot baskets, though he kinda could use some work. I'm giving him pointers.

But lately things aren't going so well between us. He's the same as ever, but I picked a fight with him yesterday for no reason.

Well, no *good* reason. The reason is not his suck-ass jump-shots and lay-ups, the reason is his girlfriend.

I didn't even like her when I first met her. I'm for the athletic look, or barring that someone who at least has a nice big pair of hoots. Connie isn't like that, not at all; she is at most a B-cup, and what my dad used to call "pleasantly plump". I wouldn't call her fat, though. Certainly not anymore.

She's perfect.

I don't know why my opinion of her changed; she went from "huh, nothing special" to "must have this woman!" in a matter of hours for me. One day Jesse and her were heading off to a movie or something, and I was bitching inwardly because he was so pussy-whipped he was cancelling our fantasy hockey tournament. The next day, as she left his room, headed for the front door, she had the sexiest look in her eyes I think I have ever seen, and I spent the next several minutes jerking it into the toilet while I thought about her perfume. That doesn't compare to the "self-abuse" I engaged in when I found an actual blouse she'd left on Jesse's floor. But I digress.

It kills me to know he's having her only sixty feet away from me. In my own house! I listened outside his door to her little moans and cries and spurted come all over the floor. And this isn't tile or hard wood (no pun intended), this is luxury Berber carpeting. I cleaned it up as best I could, but I hope he doesn't notice the stain. And they were too engrossed in each other to hear my grunts.

The bastard. The lucky lucky bastard.

Yesterday I did something I feel very guilty about. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't help it-- I was weak, and he was out buying lunch for them both. She sat in front of the television in a gorgeous tee shirt and sweatpants combination, watching some Discovery channel bullshit, and I just couldn't stop looking at her. She noticed, eventually, and smiled at me and wondered what was wrong. I replied that I just liked looking at art and other objects of beauty. She blushed a bit, and gave me a hint of a smile, and thanked me.

I think I almost had her then. We started talking about how her and Jesse had met, and how she liked him. But things went all wrong when I "accidentally" let slip some rather embarrassing information about Jesse's past. She giggled at some, and seemed interested in me. Or at least in what I was saying. I told her that he'd only had like three girlfriends before her, serious girlfriends anyway, and how he said he'd had sex with two of them but that I thought he might be lying, and that it was only one. Or perhaps none. Sure he was a nice guy-- that's why I was friends with him. I just hoped she was getting the loving she deserved out of the relationship, since he was kind of... inexperienced.

That didn't go over so well, and she looked displeased-- which broke my heart. As she excused herself to go send an email in Jesse's room, I mentally punched myself in the face for insulting her in some way. And for dissing my best friend in front of his girlfriend, too, but I'd be lying if I said that the latter was more important to me.

I peered under the door at her and saw that she wasn't, in fact, lying on the bed waiting for me to take some kind of hint she'd laid for me, but was booting the PC like she'd said she was. Damn damn damn.

I didn't know if I could stand it much longer. I needed to have her, needed to have her love me.

Why didn't she? Why Jesse? Why him and not me?

So now, as I put on a nice-looking polo shirt and a pair of Dockers, and my favorite club shoes, and a cologne I think she'll like, I'm wondering if he'll be gone all day like he said he would. Trust Jesse to do a diligent job at work, though the suspicious part of me says that he might sneak out and meet with her because he knows what I am going to do.

See, I found out where she lives. And I'm going to go over there this afternoon and confess my love for her. If she refuses me, I think I will die.

I'm in my car now, headed to her parents' place, where she lives. Her late parents' place, actually, if you want to be technical. Her mom and dad had died in a car wreck years before, and now she lives with her aunt in the old house, which is owned free and clear with part of the life insurance money. At least, that's what the private investigator I hired was able to find out. I park a couple of blocks away, so as not to arouse any suspicions.

I needn't have bothered. The place is a fucking madhouse.

Picture this: a 2000 square foot home, in a chain-link-fenced yard not exceeding another 3000 or so square feet. Nice place, nothing extravagant. Suburban squalor. Not a lot of room in the back yard for more than a garden and some decorative rocks.

And about fifteen or so people, trying desperately to be silent as they elbow each other out of the way in an effort to get at, and peer into, a side window. Her window. Instead of going to the front door as I'd intended, I join the throng, to find out what it's all about.

There is a light on inside, and venetian blinds make the view difficult to gain. I push the smallest guy, a little Indian fella who is probably a neighbor or something, out of the way, sending him sprawling into the muddy soil of the garden. The big guy looks like a body builder or weight-lifter or something. He has a shirt on with the name of a gym on it, anyway, but I am too busy climbing in next to him to get a view to actually register what it says. I'm lucky; I'm kinda big, so some of these other medium-size folks are not able to dislodge me.

And there she is, an angel, sitting there at her dressing table, brushing her hair in long, even strokes. The big guy next to me sighs, and I concur. All the while trying to figure out how to let her know that it's not the big arm muscles that are important in a good lover, but just one muscle in particular. Because I want the best for her. I really do. My cock gets hard, and I'm stroking it through my pants in time with her brush. God, I want her so bad. I note, in passing (honest, I wasn't looking), that the "big guy" isn't bothering with keeping it in his pants. I shall call him "big guy" no longer. Thank god. I am disgusted he could be so crude, and I look back at Connie as the cum stews behind my balls, ready to stream forth.

I'm knocked out of the way by a coalition of people: the Indian, a mailman, and... Jesse's mom? What the fuck? She's the first to take my place at the window, and I can see her hand sink into her jeans as she gets a glimpse of our goddess.

"Bitch," I whisper to her, "she's not a fucking lesbo. She wants a man. She wants me."

"Fuck you, you little shit," she hisses back. "When she finds out how well I'll eat her pussy, she'll never go back to you, or to Jesse." As she says "pussy", I see her hips convulse, and somehow I know the bitch is getting off on this right now. She disgusts me, too. And she's in my way.

When the cop cars pulls up and surprise us all by starting to drag us all away, binding and gagging us, we resist with somewhat noisy fervor, but She doesn't notice, apparently. And I notice that though several of the cops driving the cars are merely looking longingly back at her house, three or four have stayed behind, adusting their hats and smoothing out their uniforms. One is about to ring the doorbell, but he notices his compatriots at the side window, and just *has* to see what they're looking at. And then I'm gone, and I feel horrified and dejected that she'll find out what I did, and that I'll never get to see her again.

But she has to listen to me, when I tell her how much I love her, right? And that I would do anything for her? And that Jesse really isn't all that, he's just a regular guy, and that I'm a better lover, and I'll even go to college and get a degree like he did if it means she'll notice me.

The weight-lifter beside me is weeping, hopelessly, but I can barely see him through my own tears.

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Connie sat at her dresser, brushing her hair in front the mirror. She hummed along with the stereo (playing much too loud, but perfectly matched to her excitement about the night's prospects. Seeing Jesse made her *so* happy! He was always a complete gentleman-- so romantic! He'd bought her a bouquet of lovely roses (white, her favorite; she loved that he remembered her offhand comment from months ago!). She squirmed a little in her seat; thinking about what they might be doing tonight, if she was lucky. She'd bought some new satiny panties to surprise him.

She grinned at her reflection some more. She had hardly been a virgin when they'd met, but Jesse had been more gentle and tender with her than any guy she'd been with. He'd had the patience to take his time with her, and as a result she had actually had an orgasm for the very first time! She'd always been a bit too icked out by how it looked and felt *down there* to try masturbation, so it was absolutely mindblowing to finally experience what all of her girlfriends had whispered about all these years.


It felt like her life had changed ever since. She had a wonderful new confidence now, and it felt like people looked at her differently, and all because Jesse was such a nice guy, and interested in her pleasure as much as her own. Gosh, she loved him!

"I wonder if he'll marry me," she wondered aloud, but she knew that was just silly talk! *We've only been going out for three months! It's a bit too early to plan out the rest of our lives together.*

But as she sat there, smiling prettily to herself, unaware of the rest of the world (and certainly her bedroom window), she gushed over how caring a guy he was, and how much she loved him. Guys paid a lot more attention to her, now, but no other man could interest her, no matter what. She was not fickle in her feelings.

She was Jesse's girl.

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“Hi, Jess. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re here, seems like you’re always here” Jasmine said with a light laugh as she walked into the studio control booth.

Yes, Jessica thought, it seemed like she was always here. It wasn’t that she didn’t do anything else, she just liked working here in the schools TV studio. She felt very comfortable and secure here. She was the editor and director of the schools weekly in-house news program, after all. Producing the show every week took up a lot of her time.

The time she didn’t spend in the studio was mostly spent reading or practicing for sports. She was a straight “A” student but she hardly even worked at it. Most of the girls who didn’t know her thought she was a nerd who spent all her time with her nose in a book. In reality she was just smart… very, very smart. Genius would actually be closer to the mark. She hardly spent any time studying, she just absorbed information like a sponge. It gave her time for other things.

She was a varsity member of the Cross Country team, Winter Track and Spring Track. Practicing every day and going to track meets took up a lot of her time but she liked running. She had tried soccer and basketball but didn’t really enjoy them. She wasn’t all that coordinated and had a hard time with those sports. What really drew her to running was the individual competition. She liked putting herself up against other girls, seeing how she stacked up on an even playing field. She was in control when she was running, whatever move she made, however she paced herself, how hard she pushed herself, it was all up to her. That was the real problem she had with soccer and basketball, she admitted to herself. In team sports she was always doing what someone else wanted. The coach or the captain was always telling her how to play the game, where to run to and who to pass to. Jessica didn’t like being told what to do. She wanted to do things her way.

That’s probably why she liked the TV Studio so much. This was her domain, she was in charge here. The weekly news show was her baby. Two years ago she had talked the Principle into allowing her access to the new and completely unused school TV studio to produce a school news show. The studio had been donated to the school by a former student who had gone on the become an anchor on a national new show and was now so wealthy that she had to find ways to loose her money and she wanted to “Give back to the community.” Jessica had recruited the cast and crew from the student body and had she had made it work.

The school was an exclusive, private all-girls boarding school in rural Massachusetts. It’s student body made up of girls from upper class families from around New England. The large majority of the students were spoiled little rich girls who wanted nothing to do with anything that resembled work. All they wanted to do was hang out and spend money. Spoiled little princesses, Jessica thought with disgust.

Her family was as well off as most of the others but Jessica didn’t think about it much. Well, what was left of her family, she thought. Her father had several affairs over the years and had finally left for good about two years ago. Leaving Jessica, her older sister and her mother alone. Her mother spent 95% of her time on the road, which is why Jessica and her sister lived in a boarding school. Her father leaving wasn’t a problem financially, her mother was a successful corporate attorney, she actually made most of the money in the family. It was just hard accepting that her father just walked out and left them. It didn’t so much make her sad as it did make her angry. She was put in a situation that made her feel helpless and it had terrified her. It was this single event more than any other that changed Jessica’s life. She had needed an escape, a haven, and she found it in the TV studio.

Recruiting the crew hadn’t been that easy. It actually had been the hardest part of setting up the show. Most of the girls in the school wanted nothing to do with producing a TV show. She did however get a few girls who were interested. Several were so incompetent with anything electronic or mechanical that Jessica wouldn’t have let them use an electric can opener, never mind a TV camera or tape editor that cost more than a small car. Those girls would have to write scripts or something like that.

A lot of girls had wanted to be the on-air talent when they first heard of the show but the number of applications dropped to almost nothing when they found out some research and writing went into the job. That was too much like work for them.

She did get a few good workers. Of them, Molly and Jasmine, who were also best friends and roommates, were her two favorites.

Jasmine was the Anchor Girl of the weekly news show. She was one of the few, the very few, that wasn’t scarred off by a little work. Jessica knew she wanted to hire Jasmine just one minute into her interview. Calm and relaxed but very witty and quick on her verbal feet she had been a natural. Her strong voice and calm demeanor made her seem confident and comfortable in front of the camera, like she had been doing it for years.

One of very few black girls in the school, Jasmine was very tall and elegant six feet. She had beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate, dark brown eyes and curly black hair. Her body would best be described as curvaceous. Her breasts were large and her waist was very slim with a flat, tight belly. Below that she had wide shapely hips an ass that only black girls seem to be able to get, firm and round. Her legs were long and firm and ended with surprisingly small feet.

Molly was as different from Jasmine as day and night.

Molly was always talking, always moving, a bundle of energy, like lightning in a skirt. Sometimes Jessica, along with everybody else, wished she would shut up once in a while, and Molly knew it. Her favorite saying was “If I’m talking to much just tell me to shut up and I’ll think about it.” She never did. But she was smart and funny and just fun to have around. She was also good with electronics and a mechanical wiz. If it was broken, Molly could probably fix it. She loved working the cameras in the studio and lugging around the portable cameras to sporting events, plays and concerts. Molly had a knack for camera handling, she just always seemed to know where she should be looking and what the best angle was, she was a natural at it. She was the first really good worker that Jessica had signed on, and it had actually been Molly who convinced Jasmine to join up.

Short at just five feet tall and physically fit from volleyball, Molly was very beautiful, with shoulder length brownish blond hair, hazel eyes and smooth well tanned skin. The fact that she had a massive set of full breasts was also hard to miss, especially because they looked so out of proportion on her small frame. Many of the girls were jealous of Molly’s huge tits, some girls even spread rumors that she had implants. She didn’t, and the rumors irked Molly a little bit. Implants, HA! Hers were the real thing. She loved to show off her ample cleavage whenever she could by wearing tight low cut tops with no bra. At least when she wasn’t wearing her school uniform. The school uniforms, plaid skirts, white blouses and white nylons, did very little to flatter the figure, but even the plain uniform blouse and plaid skirt couldn’t hide Molly’s figure. Nothing could hide those tit’s.

The uniform certainly didn’t help her own body out much, Jessica thought with a sigh. It just makes me look even more plain than I already am.
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It was the evening after one of these disappointing encounters about one month into her senior year that Jessica’s life changed completely. Samantha had gone home for the weekend and Jessica was spending the quiet Saturday night, soaking in the bathtub reading an article in a woman’s magazine about sexuality and how men and women were after different things in life and especially in the bedroom. The article explained how many men were only after a girl who was beautiful and good in bed. Once they had her for a while it was time to move on to another. They just wanted her while it was all new and exciting and once it became familiar it wasn’t that fun any more. They didn’t want any emotional ties, just someone to hang out with and have fun with. A real relationship was too much like work. It went of to explain that many women were becoming increasingly frustrated with the men that they dated. The men’s lack of compassion, caring and basically everything else that women want.

Well, maybe you shouldn’t try to find your boyfriends at a nightclub or a bar, was the thought that Jessica had upon reading this. That was probably where most of the women that this kind of magazine catered to would meet guys. But Jessica did admit that it was very close to her own feelings about men in general, certainly about that jerk last night.

According to the magazine, as Jessica continued to read, many more women were exploring lesbianism to find fulfillment, both emotional and physical. In other women they had found the compassion, caring and tenderness they desired. It went on to give first hand accounts of several women who were in the same place Jessica found herself in, fed up with all men and looking for something else. Jessica hadn’t realized she was looking for something else, but maybe she was. Was she?

As she went back to reading the next quote from a woman who had just come out sent a little shiver up her spine, “Only another woman truly knows what a woman wants and can truly pleasure another woman.” The next paragraph started describing some woman’s first lesbian encounters, the tenderness, the gentle caressing, the slow, unhurried kisses and strokes. Then they went on to described the incredible climaxes as their lovers drove them to new heights of pleasure they had never before reached, never even dreamed of. Many of the women described having multiple orgasms, something Jessica had never experienced.

Jessica found she was breathing heavy and her nipples were stiff as she put down the magazine. What was wrong with her, she thought. Was she really getting turned on by talk of girl/girl sex? She wasn’t a lesbian. She had just fucked a guy last night, he was a junior from a nearby college. She had just been screwed by a Frat Boy, she couldn’t like girls, could she? Last night she had been turned on, she had sweated, she had an orgasm. Wasn’t that what sex was… a guy, a girl, a little sweat, a few grunts, a little pleasure and it was done. That’s all sex was, right? What if it wasn’t? What if there was more to it? How much more could there be?

As Jessica climbed out of the tub and got ready for bed the same thoughts kept running through her mind… How much more could there be? Sex was sex, right? Right. But maybe…

It that respect, Jessica was a bit of a prude. She never had even seen a dirty magazine, or a porno movie. Even though she had sex several times she actually knew very little about it. All of her boyfriends had either been to inexperienced to show her how good it could be or were just jerks like the frat boy who had wanted a quick fuck. She had never even had good sex, never mind really great sex.

That night, alone in her room, Jessica had wonderful and frightening dreams of being pleasured by beautiful women. Beautiful soft lips sucking her nipples, beautiful pink tongues licking her clit, beautiful slender fingers slipping into her wet pussy…

Jessica had awoken that night with a sudden jerk. She felt the warm afterglow washing through her body and the slight twitching in her pussy that followed an orgasm. Had she actually cum in her sleep while dreaming of other women? She pulled up her nightgown, and felt her naked pussy, she never wore panties to bed. She was completely soaked. The entire back of her nightgown under her was wet where her juices had flowed out of her cunt and down her ass. She had never been so wet before. Her whole bed smelled of hot wet pussy. Actually the whole room did, good thing Samantha had gone home she thought to herself. What had happened? Had she cum dreaming of sex with a woman? Many women actually. many beautiful women. Jessica realized she was stroking her cunt and made herself stop. She wasn’t going to finger fuck herself while fantasizing about another woman. This is disgusting, she thought, what a pervert I am.

She quickly got up grabbed a dry nightgown and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She stripped off her damp nightgown and as she was reaching for the clean one she saw the magazine on the side of the tub where she had left it. She paused with her hand on the clean nightgown, studying the cover of the magazine. The woman on the cover was beautiful, very beautiful, with long blond hair, blue eyes and flawless skin. The slinky evening dress she wore did nothing to hide her ample breasts. Jessica found herself staring at the woman’s full breasts, imagining what her nipples looked like, wondering what it would feel like to suck on the woman’s nipples. The thought shocked her. Did she actually think that? Yes, she had. And she had liked it.

She flipped opened the magazine and found she was looking at an advertisement for a web site that sold sex toys and kinky lingerie. A picture at the top showed slutty looking woman with a wickedly sexy nightie on. The woman’s back was turned to the camera and the see-thru nightie showed a slender thong pulled in between cheeks of her tight, round ass. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open with a look of feigned delight on her face. Jessica felt a warm glow spreading through her as she looked at it. A little scared she quickly turned the page only to see an ad for a breast enhancing cream. “Guaranteed to make your breasts two cup sizes larger in a month!” The picture showed a woman who already had very large, full breasts rubbing the cream onto herself. Jessica looked at the full breasts and the woman’s hands and thought, “I wish I was rubbing that cream on her.”

What the hell was wrong with her! Her whole body was shaking, her breath was coming in quick pants. She had never been so turned on in her whole life. She felt a desperate need, a longing deep in her chest. Her pussy was on fire, she was so wet she felt a drop of her juice running down the inside of her leg. What in the world was happening to her? She was afraid if she even moved she would cum on the spot, without even touching herself.

As she stood there, her mind churning with confusing thoughts, her hands seemed to take on a life of their own. Without her consciously wanting to, a hand slowly ran up her naked body and over her breast. What was she doing? Was she really going to play with herself? She had never done it before, it seemed so perverted and dirty. Then her fingers touched her nipple and she felt a shock of pleasure.

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A Bad Husband Gets Caught.


My sister-in-law and I have always had a good relationship. I've found her very attractive since the day I first met her and I believe that she has always felt the same way. Over the years, there have been numerous occasions where we've flirted with each other, but we have never acted on anything. I am very happily married, and I've never wanted to jeopardize my marriage. My wife has mentioned more than once that she thinks Elise has a thing for me, and she has tried to question me about what I think about Elise, in her own sly way. I always know exactly what she's getting at, and have never fallen for her tricks. Elise and I have never vocalized any type of feelings. Our flirtations have always been physical; smiles, knowing glances, flirtatious touches, etc. I have fantasized about her while masturbating probably hundreds of times, but I never expected anything to happen between us.

For the past three years or so, Elise has been dating an asshole named Ben. Ben is your typical jock, meathead asshole. He's always been friendly to my wife Kim and me, but we've always suspected that he treated Elise like shit. We both have spoken to her about it, trying to feel her out, but she's never given us any information. The two of them have broken up at least three or four times since they'd been going out. One of the breakups occurred after I saw him at a bar with another woman. I immediately told Elise and she freaked and dumped him, but got back together with him soon after. Ben is well aware of how Kim and I feel about him, so we have seen very little of them recently, even though we live only about ten minutes from each other. Since they are sisters, Kim has been much more vocal about our opinions of Ben than I have, but Elise knows how I feel as well.

Last Thursday was an ordinary, boring evening. I was home watching the game, and Kim was out with one of her friends. At about ten, the phone rang. I expected it to be Kim, but it was Elise's name on the caller ID. I waited too long to answer and the machine picked up. I could immediately hear that she was crying, so I picked up the phone. "Jack, don't tell Kim who it is." She said immediately.

"She's not here, Elise. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked.

"I broke up with Ben." She answered.

"What did that asshole do?" I asked. "If he did anything to you, I'll kill that fucker!"

"No, calm down, it's not like he hit me or something." She said.

"Well, whatever, I'll be right over." I answered.

I threw on some shoes, and darted out the door. I hopped in the car and flew over to her house in record time. I dashed out of the car and into her house. Elise was curled up on the couch when I entered. She had stopped crying, but had a box of tissues next to her. As I walked into the living room she stood up and greeted me with a big hug. "Thanks for coming, Jack." She said.

"Don't worry about it. How are you doing? What happened?" I quizzed her.

"Oh, it's a long story." She sighed.

"Well guess what, I have all night, so let's have it." I told her.

"We had plans to go out tonight, and I was all dressed and ready to go when he called me. He told me that he was sick and couldn't go out tonight. I didn't think anything of it, in fact, I felt bad for him, that son of a bitch. I thought it would be sweet to make him some chicken soup and go and visit him. When I got to his apartment, I could hear music blasting through the door. I still was naïve and didn't question anything. When I got inside I called out for him, but the music was too loud. I headed back to his bedroom figuring he was resting in there. Well, it turns out that he wasn't alone. When I walked into his room, there he was fucking some slut!" She elaborated. Elise's hurt had appeared to become anger as she relayed the story.

"What a schmuck!" I said. "What kind of an asshole would do that to you?"

"I know, I know." She continued. "I should have known. I knew he'd done it before, but I hoped he'd change. What an idiot I am."

"Come on Elise, don't beat yourself up." I consoled her. "It's not your fault the guy's a prick."

As we talked, she cozied herself up next to me and I put my arm around her. She smelled great, and I was enjoying the close proximity.

She continued on about how she'd wasted her time with Ben and that she would die lonely and on and on.

"Elise, shut up!" I said sternly. "You're an amazing girl. You're smart, you're funny, you're sweet, and you're beautiful! What guy wouldn't want you?

"Really? That's so nice of you to say, but you didn't have to exaggerate." She said, smiling.

"I wasn't exaggerating!" I replied. I really wasn't. She is very smart and very funny, and probably the nicest person I'd ever met. Like I said, I've also always found her extremely attractive. She's not a striking beauty, I guess, but I'm very fond of her. She's about 5'9" and 140 lbs. She has short black hair and a fair complexion, and she's got a great set of large breasts and a tight little ass. She always dressed to impress; showing off all of her assets.

"You're just saying that to cheer me up, Jack." She answered.

"No I'm not; I've always thought that you're hot." I said. I didn't realize what I was saying until the words came out of my mouth.

Elise smiled and looked at me with a surprised look on her face. "You think I'm hot?" she asked, again smiling.

"Well, yeah, of course." I said, stammering.

"You're not so bad yourself!" She told me, in a sexy, suggestive tone.

I smiled and blushed. It was beginning to get uncomfortable. I really wanted her and I had just accidentally told her. Then, she went and told me basically the same thing. 'I'm sorry Elise; I shouldn't have said that, maybe I should get going." I said. I stood up as I finished the sentence.

"Get back here!" she said, reaching out her hand. I took her hand and sat back down next to her. "Why are you apologizing?" she asked me. "You think I've never noticed the way you look at me? The way you check me out every time I'm near you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to backpedal, albeit poorly.

"Oh please." She answered. "We both know we've been flirting with each other for the last ten years!"

"Elise, I really think I should go." I said. This time, I stood up and walked straight for the door. Elise though did the same. She ran in front of me and stood in front of the door.

"You're not going anywhere!" She snapped. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine, and then it happened. She leaned up and kissed me directly on the lips. It felt amazing; she has the softest, sweetest lips! I kissed back for a few moments, but then pulled away.

"Elise, I can't do this." I stuttered. "What about Kim? I can't do this to her!"

"She'll never know a thing." She answered. "It's just one time. We need to do this; we need to relieve this tension that's always been between us. It's okay, don't worry about a thing. It'll stay between you and me."

I knew this was wrong. I knew I had to stop, but I wanted her so bad! I'd wanted her for so long, and here was my chance. I wanted to leave, I really did, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't fight the urge. Instead I leaned into her and kissed her. That was it; it was too late to stop now. She kissed right back, her tongue tracing my lips. As we kissed, she pushed me down the hallway to her bedroom. We collapsed together onto the bed. Elise was on top, and as we kissed, my hands found their way down her back to her ass. She was kissing me like I'd never felt. The heat between us was over powering. She broke our kiss, and began kissing my chin and then my neck. As she smothered my neck, she began unbuttoning my shirt. When she was done, she moved down to my chest and my stomach. Her lips and tongue on my stomach was driving me wild. I was afraid that I'd lose it before we even started, so I moved her off of me and onto her back.

Somehow, she still had her sandals on, which I promptly removed. I gave her feet a few seconds of attention, then moved up her body to her lips again. I then followed her cue and began kissing her neck and the top of her chest. She had on a low-cut black and white blouse that allowed me plenty of access to her cleavage. I had to see her breasts though, so I reached down and pulled up her shirt. She leaned up off the bed, allowing me to pull it over her head. I kissed the tops of her breasts, since she still had on a lacy black bra. Even through her bra, I could see that her nipples were standing straight up. I reached down and cupped her breasts as I smothered her neck with kisses. I slowly moved my hands from her breasts, around to the clasp of the bra. I fumbled with it, until she mercifully helped. I tilted my head up from her neck. The bra was still covering her tits. I cupped her breasts again, squeezing the bra into the palms of my hand. I moved my hands away and her huge tits sprang free. They were very large, at least a high C-cup, maybe even a D. She had medium sized light brown nipples. I was surprised to find that her breasts sagged a little. She's only in her early thirties, so I expected them to be more firm, but they still looked great! I buried my head between them and tweaked her nipples with my fingers. Her chest and neck was beet red from her excitement. Since she is so fair skinned, it was very evident. She was incredibly quiet during all this, letting out only a few low moans.

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moved my lips over on top of her right nipple, flicking my tongue over it as I sucked it into my mouth. When I started nibbling it, she let out another moan. I then switched to her other nipple and did the same. As I played with her nips, she placed her hand on top of my head and pushed me lower down her body. I covered her soft, inviting belly and navel with kisses, swirling my tongue in her belly-button. She giggled as I did that. I knew what she wanted though, and I wanted the same thing. I undid the snap at the top of her tight black dress pants, and then moved back down to her feet. I kissed the bottom of them as I took hold of the bottom of her pant-legs. When she moved her feet away from my mouth, I tugged at the pants. They were surprisingly tight, so I focused my attention on removing them. Elise lifted her ass of the bed, allowing the pants to slide down and off her buns. I threw her pants aside and kissed my way up her legs. She now was wearing only a tiny black pair of panties that appeared to be a thong, even though I couldn't see her ass. About the time I reached her knees, she placed her foot on my crotch. "Lose the pants!" She said, seductively. I did as I was told and now had on only a pair of boxers. "That's better!" She answered. Again she placed her foot on my crotch, teasing my dick with her toes. I wasn't ready for that though. I continued up her thighs, savoring each inch of flesh, until I reached her crotch. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. As I kissed around the inside of her thighs, she began to giggle. I looked up at her and smiled, then placed a kiss on her panty-covered pussy. Her panties had a large wet spot right over her pussy. I rolled her over onto her stomach to get a look at her ass. I was right; she was wearing a thong, which showed off her cute little ass. I grabbed onto both cheeks and kissed my way around each. Again, I positioned her onto her back.

I pulled my head up from between her legs and looked at her. I took all of her in, stunned by the fact that I was about to eat my sister in law's pussy! I had fantasized about this countless times, and here it was, actually happening! I looked at her face and she smiled. "Do it Jack, eat my pussy! I've waited for this for so long!" She said. Hearing those words from that voice was it! I placed two fingers under the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down. They clung to her moist pussy as I pulled them off. I was surprised to see a large patch of light-brown hair above her pussy. As I said earlier, she has black hair on her head, and I never knew she dyed it. I looked down at her moist pussy, and ran my tongue over it in one long stroke. Her sweet nectar covered my tongue, and I took a deep breath to absorb her faint sweet scent. I was through teasing and buried my face into her valley. I entered her hole with my tongue and licked as deeply as I could. I began rubbing her nub with my right thumb as I ate her. All of a sudden, Elise became very vocal, crying out as I pleasured her. She started out squirming beneath me slightly, then more and more, eventually pushing her hips into my face. She let out a loud cry and her pussy seeped out a small amount of juice over my lips and tongue, obviously from her orgasm. I licked her a little more, enjoying her sweet tasting juice.

When she regained her composure, Elise took a handful of hair and pulled me up her body. We kissed deeply; my tongue entered her mouth, allowing her a taste of her own juices. I was worn out just from eating her pussy, but I was ready for more. Elise reached down and grabbed my cock through my boxers as I moved onto my back. She pushed the waistband of my boxers down under my cock and started stroking me. Elise broke our kiss and headed down to my dick. She pulled my boxers down the rest of the way and tossed them aside. She continued stroking me as she moved her mouth towards me. She flicked her tongue over the tip, which drove me wild. Then, she did it again, and again, and again. She must have done it ten times! She knew I was going insane from the teasing, but she didn't seem to care. She was giggling the whole time. Finally, when she leaned back in for what I expected to be another teasing lick, she completely devoured me in her mouth. She was able fit almost all of my eight inches. The warmth of her mouth felt amazing. As she sucked me, she still continued licking the tip of my length, but since I was engulfed in her mouth, it felt even more amazing! I hoped that she didn't plan on sucking me for long, because I knew I wouldn't last long. Thankfully she must have been well aware. "I better stop before you fill my mouth!" She said. "Besides, I want to feel you inside me!"

She moved onto the bed next to me. We kissed for a few moments before I climbed on top of her. As I moved onto her, I again took a few seconds to try to absorb what was happening. I didn't hesitate long though. Elise grabbed my cock and moved it to her pussy. I eased the head into her, and then looked deeply into her eyes as I plunged into her. She let out a loud cry as I entered her. She was incredibly tight. It was a great feeling fucking her tight pussy, feeling her vaginal muscles pulling me deeper into her. We worked up a rhythm, me slamming into her as she pushed her hips up into me. We were both very vocal as we fucked, moaning and groaning with each thrust. She looked so beautiful; a look of pain and bliss as I fucked her, my sister in law. She began crying out as her pussy quivered around me. She wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me into her. I was on the brink as she came all over me. The warmth of her pussy juice over my cock was too much for me to handle. I cried out, "Here it comes Elise, do you want my come?

"Yes, yes, let me have it, Jack. Come in my pussy!" She answered, ecstatically.

I did as she asked, filling her with wave after wave of come. I collapsed on top of her, my cock growing soft, still inside her. As I rolled off of her, my come began oozing out of her lips. As we our bodies became disentangled, we were interrupted.

"You fucking bastards!" The voice cried out. I knew immediately who it was and looked up to see my wife Kim standing in the doorway. "Next time, erase the fucking message, you idiot!" She screamed. I leapt out of bed and ran after her, completely naked. She was too quick though and was already speeding off when I reached the door.

Elise walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. We just looked at each other. We'd been caught red-handed. My wife had just caught me fucking her sister. How was I going to fix this?

By the time I got dressed and hurried home, my wife had gone to bed. Our bedroom door was locked.

"Kim, let me in, let's talk about this." I said.

'What the fuck is there to talk about?" She asked angrily. "I'll see you in the morning, maybe."

I knew I was in deep shit, so I figured I'd just settle in on the couch downstairs and hope that maybe she'd calm down after a night's sleep, but I doubted it.

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Monday, I was late coming home from work. A lot of things had gone wrong, and I was stuck cleaning up the mess. Even though we hadn't been speaking much lately, Kim was calling me constantly. She must have called four times to find out when I was coming home. I thought for sure that she was ready to discuss everything, and she was just anxious for me to get home. Finally, at around 10pm, I was ready to head home. I gave Kim a call, like she'd ask, and let her know I'd be home in about ten minutes. When I got home, Kim was nowhere to be found. I figured she must have gone to bed, so I headed upstairs. As I ascended the steps, I heard a strange voice; a man's voice. Immediately, it hit me. She had been calling me so often because she wanted me to walk in on her with another guy. I have to admit, even though I'd totally screwed her over, I was a little upset with this. As far as I knew, my wife had only been with two other men before me, and none since we've been together, so I knew it took a lot to lead her to this. Even though I was pissed, I figured the best thing for me to do was to take my medicine and walk in on them. I continued down the hall until I got to the entrance to our bedroom. The door was wide open, and I quietly walked in. I was stunned by what I saw. My wife was lying on the bed, sandwiched between my best friend Bob, and his wife Anne! I was beyond pissed now. Not just at Kim, but also at Bob. How could that fucker be involved in this? After considering it though, I understood. He was a guy, and my wife was a beautiful woman, why would he pass up easy sex with her? I was also shocked to see Kim kissing Anne. Kim had never been with a woman before! As pissed as I was, I was also intrigued by the scene before me. As Kim broke her kiss with Anne, she made eye contact with me. She looked directly at me, but acted as if she didn't see me. She just turned her head towards Bob and kissed him. What I wanted to do was leave, but I just couldn't. I had to watch this. I had always had a thing for Anne, and I wanted to watch her with my wife. My first opportunity, I slid into the closet sneakily so I wouldn't be spotted.

I was mesmerized watching my beautiful wife with this other couple. Kim is about 5'3 and 130 pounds. She has short blonde, curly hair and a large, inviting ass and average B-cup breasts. Anne on the other hand, is about 5'7", slender, with about the same size tits, and long, flowing blonde hair. Bob is average height, about 5'10" and well-built, but not overly muscular, just fit.

Kim was being very passive in all this. She was just lying on the bed as Bob and Anne took care of her. Up to this point, they had only been kissing, but things soon progressed. As Anne and Kim kissed, Bob moved to the foot of the bed. He removed my wife's shoes and socks, and then began massaging her feet. In the meantime, Anne had begun unbuttoning Kim's shirt. By the time she removed it, Bob had moved back up to join them. He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my wife's jeans as Anne moved to her feet and pulled them off. Kim now was wearing only a floral blue bra and panty set. Anne began kissing Kim's legs as Bob removed her bra and started playing with her tits. Kim had a huge smile on her face, obviously enjoying herself. As Bob continued with her tits, Anne had moved between my wife's legs and was rubbing her pussy through the panties. After a minute or so of teasing, Anne removed Kim's panties, exposing her hairy pussy. Kim has never been one to shave, and I've always enjoyed her full bush. I was fascinated as Anne began eating Kim's pussy. As Anne ate her pussy, Kim pulled Bob's cock out of his pants and had begun jerking him off, inches from her face. When Bob was at full length, Kim accepted him into her mouth. On some level, I was really enjoying watching this. I had never imagined my wife letting another woman eat her pussy, let alone sucking on another man's cock. Kim was squirming all over the bed as Anne played with her pussy, and I could hear all kinds of muffled moans. I could see Anne's face glistening with Kim's juices as she licked her way around her pussy. I was a little surprised when Bob moaned out that he was going to come. I would have though he'd want to fuck my wife, but I guess he couldn't hold out, as I could see his come leaking out of Kim's mouth. Kim had never been willing to swallow my come, but she licked his cock clean, savoring each drop. Bob rolled off of my wife and lay on the bed, watching his wife and my wife. Anne moved back up towards my wife and kissed her, sharing her husband's come with my wife.

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Monday, I was late coming home from work. A lot of things had gone wrong, and I was stuck cleaning up the mess. Even though we hadn't been speaking much lately, Kim was calling me constantly. She must have called four times to find out when I was coming home. I thought for sure that she was ready to discuss everything, and she was just anxious for me to get home. Finally, at around 10pm, I was ready to head home. I gave Kim a call, like she'd ask, and let her know I'd be home in about ten minutes. When I got home, Kim was nowhere to be found. I figured she must have gone to bed, so I headed upstairs. As I ascended the steps, I heard a strange voice; a man's voice. Immediately, it hit me. She had been calling me so often because she wanted me to walk in on her with another guy. I have to admit, even though I'd totally screwed her over, I was a little upset with this. As far as I knew, my wife had only been with two other men before me, and none since we've been together, so I knew it took a lot to lead her to this. Even though I was pissed, I figured the best thing for me to do was to take my medicine and walk in on them. I continued down the hall until I got to the entrance to our bedroom. The door was wide open, and I quietly walked in. I was stunned by what I saw. My wife was lying on the bed, sandwiched between my best friend Bob, and his wife Anne! I was beyond pissed now. Not just at Kim, but also at Bob. How could that fucker be involved in this? After considering it though, I understood. He was a guy, and my wife was a beautiful woman, why would he pass up easy sex with her? I was also shocked to see Kim kissing Anne. Kim had never been with a woman before! As pissed as I was, I was also intrigued by the scene before me. As Kim broke her kiss with Anne, she made eye contact with me. She looked directly at me, but acted as if she didn't see me. She just turned her head towards Bob and kissed him. What I wanted to do was leave, but I just couldn't. I had to watch this. I had always had a thing for Anne, and I wanted to watch her with my wife. My first opportunity, I slid into the closet sneakily so I wouldn't be spotted.

I was mesmerized watching my beautiful wife with this other couple. Kim is about 5'3 and 130 pounds. She has short blonde, curly hair and a large, inviting ass and average B-cup breasts. Anne on the other hand, is about 5'7", slender, with about the same size tits, and long, flowing blonde hair. Bob is average height, about 5'10" and well-built, but not overly muscular, just fit.

Kim was being very passive in all this. She was just lying on the bed as Bob and Anne took care of her. Up to this point, they had only been kissing, but things soon progressed. As Anne and Kim kissed, Bob moved to the foot of the bed. He removed my wife's shoes and socks, and then began massaging her feet. In the meantime, Anne had begun unbuttoning Kim's shirt. By the time she removed it, Bob had moved back up to join them. He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my wife's jeans as Anne moved to her feet and pulled them off. Kim now was wearing only a floral blue bra and panty set. Anne began kissing Kim's legs as Bob removed her bra and started playing with her tits. Kim had a huge smile on her face, obviously enjoying herself. As Bob continued with her tits, Anne had moved between my wife's legs and was rubbing her pussy through the panties. After a minute or so of teasing, Anne removed Kim's panties, exposing her hairy pussy. Kim has never been one to shave, and I've always enjoyed her full bush. I was fascinated as Anne began eating Kim's pussy. As Anne ate her pussy, Kim pulled Bob's cock out of his pants and had begun jerking him off, inches from her face. When Bob was at full length, Kim accepted him into her mouth. On some level, I was really enjoying watching this. I had never imagined my wife letting another woman eat her pussy, let alone sucking on another man's cock. Kim was squirming all over the bed as Anne played with her pussy, and I could hear all kinds of muffled moans. I could see Anne's face glistening with Kim's juices as she licked her way around her pussy. I was a little surprised when Bob moaned out that he was going to come. I would have though he'd want to fuck my wife, but I guess he couldn't hold out, as I could see his come leaking out of Kim's mouth. Kim had never been willing to swallow my come, but she licked his cock clean, savoring each drop. Bob rolled off of my wife and lay on the bed, watching his wife and my wife. Anne moved back up towards my wife and kissed her, sharing her husband's come with my wife..

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A Cream Pie Delight.



My wife and I have been married for 12 years, and have been together since meeting at school. Lately, like many long-term couples, we found our sex life had become somewhat stale. We would spice things up with pornography and toys, but what always did it for me was imagining her with another man: the build-up, the foreplay, the first penetration and the climax, with him coming deep inside her as she bucked through a shattering orgasm.

I had taken these thoughts no further but then saw a porn movie which featured a vaginal 'cream pie'. This obviously put me in mind of my earlier fantasy but moved things on somewhat. Now I was desperate to see and taste Pam's stretched, post-coital cunt, dripping with seed. Pam had always been reasonably open-minded and after I explained the scenario we tried it together but it wasn't very satisfactory – after I had shot my load I went off the whole idea. It was clear that to achieve the full effect someone else would have to fill her up first. Pam took my hints about another man rather badly (as far as I knew she had been faithful to me and had only had sex with one other before me) but I persisted, and when she was really turned on in bed she would respond enthusiastically to my frantic, whispered fantasies, unable to hide her increasing lubrication from my thrusting cock.

In my original fantasy I had always thought that my old friend Mike would fit the bill as the 'other man'. We had all known each other from school days and kept in regular touch with each other, although we lived too far apart to see each other often. Mike had just split from his girlfriend and was back to being a bachelor again, playing the field and (as far as I could tell) having a ball. My plan was to bring him down to our town for the weekend, go out for a few beers and engineer a scenario when we got home where he and Pam could get it on. I knew she liked him and when she had a few drinks could get quite flirty – but how far would she go? I decided not to reveal my plans to either of them, but to let nature take its course...

The weekend trip wasn't too hard to arrange, and on the appointed Saturday I heard his car pull up outside. I put all thoughts of what might happen later out of my mind and greeted him warmly at the front door. 'Well Mike, looking foreward to tonight's action?'. 'You bet!' he replied. He looked around cautiously to see if Pam was around before adding 'I can't wait to see what the pussy is like down here – it's been a while since we were out together!'. I ignored the unintentional irony of his comment.

At this point Pam came through from the kitchen. 'Hi Mike!' she called cheerily, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She always dressed sexily and today was wearing a mini skirt and tight fitting top which showed off her D cups nicely, and I could see from Mike's eyes he was appreciating the view. 'Long time no see' he said, and they began chatting about the old days. She had a bottle of wine in for the evening and explained to us that she would be watching a selection of sappy movies and kicking back while we were out.

Soon we were downtown, easing into the first of our beers. We caught up on our careers, and then moved on to the more interesting business of sex. It seemed Mike had been carving notches in his bed post at an incredible rate and had become something of a sex addict! 'I dunno man, the more I get the more I seem to want – from anywhere!' he explained, taking a slug of beer. Keeping my thoughts to myself, I realised if I could get him back to the house tonight with him in this mood, half the battle would be won.

We hit a few bars, chatted to a few girls, but Mike didn't seem to get anywhere with them. It occurred to me that he might be deliberately spoiling his plays to get back to see Pam, but as quickly as it formed I dismissed the thought, putting it down to optimism on my part.

Soon it was time for the cab ride home. I'd been careful about how much I drank as I didn't want to be too far gone by the time we returned, and Mike had paced himself with me. We had always prided ourselves on how much we could put away and it was good to see we could both still handle ourselves.

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'Honey, we're home' I shouted from the hall. 'Come on in' Pam replied, and we both walked into the TV room. Pam was wearing a thigh length white cotton nightdress and was curled up on the sofa watching the box. I told Mike to make himself comfortable while I went for a leak and some beer. As I left the room a frisson of excitement ran through me as I saw Mike sit down beside her, his hand accidentally (or was it!?) touching her bare leg.

I stayed away a little longer than necessary to give them a chance to become reacquainted then headed back into the TV room. Mike seemed to be sitting very close to Pam and she was leaning into him, giggling in her cute, slightly intoxicated way. Sitting down on a chair opposite them, I joined the conversation. We kicked off our shoes, shot the breeze and sank a few more beers, all the time Pam becoming more flirty and suggestive. Her breasts could be seen through her flimsy nightdress and as she shifted in her seat it rode up and I could see her white lacy thong forcing its way up between her beautiful tanned thighs. My imagination ran riot over what was happening underneath that flimsy gusset.

It was time for the next step of my plan. Over a short period of time I pretended to drift off to sleep. Pam was used to this as the end of my night usually ended up with me falling asleep in front of the television. I kept my eyelids just open enough to make out what was happening on the sofa. After a few minutes I saw both of them glance over then continue to talk, although they both lowered their voices. Mike was very close to her ear now and I couldn't make out what he was saying, but Pam giggled again and seemed to blush, before looking over at me again as if to confirm my state of unconsciousness. She said something back to him, quietly, then leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Mike turned at the last minute and caught her full on the lips. My brain nearly exploded at this point and I was glad I had my baggy chinos on as otherwise my excitement would have been visible.

She seemed to start back from Mike, but he put his arm gently round her shoulder and pulled her in. I kind of half-hoped she'd put up a bit more resistance but her own arms came up to embrace him and she responded enthusiastically. As they kissed deeply Mike's hand moved down to her thigh and began moving upwards, pushing the hem of the nightdress even higher. He looked over at me and, breaking their kiss, reassured Pam. I think by this stage she was too far gone to worry about me. Her hands now moved to Mike's belt, and I realised with a shock that she was actually going to fuck him. Emotions flitted across my mind; fear, jealousy, lust... but mostly lust! It was all I could do now to stay still and keep up my pretence of sleeping.

As his belt was undone he sat up slightly and Pam, breaking away from him, pulled his pants and underwear down as one, over his feet and off. Immediately his hard cock sprang into view, slightly larger than mine, thick and veined with a pair of heavy, full-looking balls hanging tightly underneath. Pam seemed to be mesmerised by the sight, as she reached out in what seemed to be slow motion and grasped it with her right hand. She kneeled up on the sofa and leaned across to take the glans into her mouth. Mike tilted his head back and moaned softly. From my position I could see Pam's butt cheeks and tight thong as she bent over, doggy style, and slowly masturbated Mike with one hand while sucking the end of his penis.

This went on for a few minutes, and if Mike felt anything like me he wouldn't last much longer. Eventually he held her head in his hands and pulled her off his cock. 'I want to fuck you' he said quietly to her breathless, upturned face. Her expression was one of complete lust, and she simply nodded her response. She reached back, pulled up her nightdress and pulled her thong down to her knees. I could now see her glistening pussy under the soft light, swollen and red, waiting to be filled. Moving from one knee to the other, she transferred her underwear to her lower legs then pulled the tiny garment off completely. This was it, I thought to myself, the point of no return...

Mike moved to lie down on his back, underneath her as she manoeuvred herself into position. Straddling him, she pulled her nightdress up and over her head and took his throbbing cock in her right hand. With her left, I could see her spread her pussy lips. She placed the crown of his cock there. I nearly came at this point, but before I could register the scene properly she had lowered herself fully onto his pole. First penetration! I was ecstatic. Both groaned, Pam leaned forward to kiss him and began moving back and forward. I now had the perfect view from behind her of his long thick tool entering her cunt, pushing the lips to each side of the shaft when he was fully in, them coming back together as he almost came out at the end of the stroke. They were both clearly enjoying themselves, moaning their pleasure as they kissed and their hands played across the other's body. Pam now sat straight up on Mike and I knew from experience she was about to orgasm. Sure enough, her and Mike's thrusts sped up and she grabbed at her nipples whilst biting back the cries.

Watching my wife buck her way through her climax and no doubt having his cock gripped tightly by her slick vagina, Mike gritted his teeth and held her hips. Then he seemed to stiffen, with his cock fully buried in Pam. I realised through my excitement that he was coming inside her, having the suspicion confirmed by a suppressed, ragged 'Aaaahhhh!' escaping from him. A few slow, deep, penetrations immediately followed. Again I somehow managed to avoid coming, despite this being one of the most erotic experiences of my life. They moved together for a few seconds more before relaxing, when Pam flopped down onto Mike's chest, spent.

I watched, fascinated, as Mike's penis slowly deflated in my wife's cunt. I knew what was coming next. Eventually, his cock popped out, swiftly followed by a white creamy flow which dripped down onto his pubic hair. Pam, climbing off him, swiftly pulled her thong on again, I guessed as a way of keeping the cum from going all over her and the sofa. Mike got up, gathered his clothes, kissed her on the nose and said he'd best get off to the guest bedroom before I woke up.

Pam put on her nightdress and made for the bedroom. I knew now I'd have to act quickly if I was to intercept her before the shower. As soon as I heard our bedroom door click shut and the bedside light snap on I got up as quickly as my erection would allow and made my way through.

'Oh – I thought you were asleep!?' Pam said, suddenly ashen-faced, as I came into the bedroom. She had just taken her nightdress off but was still wearing the thong. 'I just woke up there, and thought everyone had gone to bed' I replied as innocently as possible. 'But now I'm awake, and you look so good standing there in that thong...' I added, taking her in my arms. I could smell the dusky aroma of sex about her and this added fuel to my fire. 'Let me take a quick shower and I'll be right out' Pam whispered nervously, but I wouldn't let go. 'Let's just do it now!' I retorted, and before she could do anything else I'd pulled her down onto the bed with me. As we began kissing it was almost as if she could sense my knowledge, my keen awareness to sample the delights she held for me down below. She pulled my face to her, and stared at me: 'you watched us, didn't you?'. I held her gaze for a second – 'Yes'. With that, the hesitation and fear was gone. We had discussed this in our fantasies, and now here we were.

I moved down her naked body, towards the cum-drenched thong. Pausing, I knelt between her legs, looking first up at her beautiful, lustful expression, then down at the soaking gusset, stained from Mike's cream and her juices that it held. Taking each side of the flimsy material at her hips, I pulled it slowly down her thighs. It stuck to her pussy for a moment, then came away, and there was a perfect cream pie.

She had pulled the thong on before most of the cum could escape, but now the barrier was removed it poured out of her red swollen pussy and down onto her asshole, then began pooling on the bed below. I moved in for a closer look, catching the sights and smells of this unbelievably erotic tableau. Tentatively I kissed her clit, then licked lower, before plunging my tongue into her cream filled hole. It seemed much wider than usual. 'Lick me out' she moaned, just as she had said during our fantasies, and clean her out I did, licking and poking her as deeply as I could to encourage the cum to flow. Pam was writhing around in ecstasy. The taste of their mixed juices left me reeling with lust, and I realised I had to cum inside her too, to complete the fantasy. Tearing off my pants, I lay down on top of her and inserted my throbbing cock into her silky, sopping depths. The feeling was fantastic; she felt somehow more than lubricated, and it only took a few thrusts for me to add my cum to the remains of Mike's as she writhed in orgasm beneath me.

In the post-coital afterglow, we lay and talked for a long time. My fantasy had been achieved, and with it an acceptance by Pam that she had kept her desires and passions wrapped up for too long. In the morning, Pam went through to Mike's bedroom to say 'goodbye' and it was all I could do to not masturbate while she was away. Half an hour later she was back, with a full, fresh cream pie from Mike, and breakfast in bed for me.
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[Elementary]

Camping here too.

[curiosityz]

nice one bro.

[hosyino]

Good story bro.

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