Not long after their first child was born he lost almost all interest in sex with her. He moved to the spare bedroom they were using as a home office. At first it was just to work on the home computer, but he soon began sleeping there, more and more, until he finally made the move permanent. Once or twice a month, when he was drinking, he’d quietly creep into her room to share her bed for a quickie. In retrospect, the only reason she could come up with for this behavior was, that when alcohol stripped away his inhibitions, he gave into his need for human contact. She began to detest those sessions, but felt it was her duty as a wife to comply. One of these, one sided, trysts got her pregnant again. After that he hardly ever came to her bedroom again.

Having grown up with a divorced mother, and an abusive step-father, she wanted better for her children. Wanting them to have as normal a childhood as she could provide, she confronted Dan. After a lot of prodding he finally admitted that he had been living in denial, that he was having, an on again, off again, affair with another man. He asked if she wanted a divorce, but she was still thinking of what was best for the kids. They hammered out an agreement that they would try and maintain a normalcy around the house until the children were grown. She had no qualms about dedicating her life to her children, and he did his best to be a normal dad to them. He’d even lie in bed with her at night until the kids were asleep, then he’d creep back to his room.

She was relieved that the issue had been resolved, even if it did leave her in never land, as far as companionship and her sex life were concerned. Maybe she’d take a lover, the very thought made her chuckle. She didn’t exactly have men lined up at her door. She had been with Dan since before she began college, and they never had a wide circle of friends. When she reflected on their relationship she realized that it was dysfunctional from the start. He was a suppressed homosexual and she was less than gregarious, to say the least. As a matter of fact, when her marriage fell apart, she realized that she had no close friends. They ended up together to keep from being alone.

By the time her kids were school age, she was still only 29 years old. A twenty nine year old housewife, home alone for most of the day, who’s healthy sex drive, which seemed to be on hold for most of her life, began to demand attention. It started innocently enough, daring herself to masturbate while watching a particularly hot love scene on a daytime soap opera. Getting herself off in her living room, in mid morning, made her feel risqué. She found it extremely arousing, it was the first time in her sheltered sex life that she felt adventurous and naughty. She had masturbated in her bed, and the shower, plenty of times, but this was different. Doing it in broad daylight in her living room, feeling exposed and open to being discovered, thrilled her to no end.

Even she was perplexed by what was happening to her. It was as if she was a twelve year old girl in a twenty nine year old woman’s body, making up for what she had missed. She turned it into her own private sex game, masturbating regularly in almost every room in her house, while doing her daily chores.

She owned a small porcelain figurine of a duck with it’s neck extended straight out. It wasn’t a big stretch for her to recognize it as a sex toy. A sex toy which afforded her some extraordinary orgasms, and then sat benignly on her mantle. It went unnoticed by everyone else, but just the sight of it could give her a pussy throb. It turned her on to think that her dildo was sitting right there on her mantle for all to see. Especially when they had company and one of Dan’s friends would notice it, she would think to herself, if only you knew where that little head was this morning. Her pet name for her improbable pleasure toy was her little fuck duck.

Her newly unleashed sex drive took a big step from fantasy, and adolescent masturbation, to the real thing when Brad came into her life. On that day she was following her normal routine. Getting the kids prepared for school, then walking them the two blocks to where the school bus picked them up. As she was walking back home, those familiar, sensual, thoughts pervaded her mind again and morphed her from super mom to closet vamp.

Wearing only high heels, which made her feel extra sexy, she was half reclined on her sofa, slowly, teasingly, fingering her clit when the doorbell rang. She raced to her bedroom and grabbed a robe. While still securing the belt she pushed the button on the front door intercom.

” Yes, who is it?” she asked.

“Hi, my name is Brad, your husband Dan asked me to come by and install his new computer.”

Oh yeah, she had forgotten that Dan had told her earlier in the week that he was sending someone over to do something, or other, with his computer.

She opened the front door and came face to face with the bluest, piercing, eyes she had ever seen. She wasn’t a good judge of age, but she figured he was, maybe, a couple of years younger than her. In any case she felt a mutual attraction between them almost immediately.

His face lit up, and he smirked like he had won the lottery, when he saw how she was dressed. The way he looked at her sent shivers through her. She crossed her arms over her breasts to hide her aroused nipples which she felt were protruding through her silken robe. She noticed his eyes glance down to notice her high heels. She was sure that he must be wondering why she’s wearing heels with a bathrobe.

“Where do you want me to set this up?” he asked, bringing her back to reality.

“Oh, er, follow me” she said, leading him to Dan’s bedroom/home office.

His eyes were glued to her bouncing ass, under the clinging fabric of her robe, as he walked behind her. By the time they got to Dan’s room he already had a semi hard-on. When he deposited all of the equipment he was carrying unto Dan’s desk, he turned and faced her. She had no trouble discerning the awakening cock in his jeans, because he made no attempt to hide it. She sure wasn’t accustomed to this kind of blatant behavior from a man she had never met, or from any man for that matter. She tried to ignore it, and pretend she didn’t notice, but the bulge only became more prominent. Everything was happening too quickly, she got flustered and didn’t know where to focus her eyes, or what to say. Suddenly she developed a severe case of cold feet.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me” she said, then quickly left the room. After stewing over it for few moments alone, feelings of shock and excitement began to ebb. When she was calm enough to be able to think rationally once again she felt stupid and immature. There was a very attractive man in her house who, obviously, wanted to have sex with her. OK, it was the first time she had met him, but he wasn’t like a stranger in off the street. He did work for her husband, she’d even spoken with him on the phone a couple of times. She knew she was justifying, which made her realize how much she wanted it to happen.

All of her masturbation fantasies were of being bold when having sex with a man. Now that she had her chance she acted like a school girl. For once she would like to know how it felt to be impetuous, to throw caution to the wind, and follow her basic instincts. She was tired of being a miss goody two shoes, and God knows she had no reason to stay faithful to her husband. She always felt the wanton side of her existed, but because of her “good girl” fixation, she refused to go there.

Suddenly her burgeoning confidence took a hit when her negative side asked who she thought she was fooling. That she’d never have the courage to go through with it.

With the wind taken out of her sails, she decided to change into something less provocative. She went to her bedroom and slipped out of the robe. She scrutinized her image in the full length mirror. Naked in her high heels, she felt she cut a pretty sexy figure. She went to her underwear drawer and took out a bra, then put it back. Fuck it, she thought, if this is going to happen, I may as well play my part. The robe and heels had aroused him earlier, so she’d give him what he wanted. With renewed resolve she put her robe back on and headed back. Back to what, she didn’t know, but her new determination had her all a flutter once more.

When she returned to the kitchen he was standing there waiting for her.

“I feel like I offended you” he said, “if I did I want to apologize.”

“No” she said, “you didn’t do anything.” She felt herself blush so she changed the subject. She offered him a cup of coffee and they sat, sipped, and chatted for a long time. He was a very nice man, very easy to talk to. After a half hour chat he had her laughing and feeling good about herself, and feeling very comfortable in his company.

“I better get back to work” he said, “you’re husband is not paying me to chat up his wife.” She smiled at the irony of his statement.

She followed him back to Dan’s room and watched him as he went about his work. Now as she considered all that had happened and got to know him a little better the tables had turned. She was the one who wanted him now, longing to see that bulge reappear in his jeans, as proof that he still he wanted her. It didn’t seem as though he was going to raise the issue again, so if she wanted to fulfill her own growing desires it was up to her to broach the subject. She felt panic well up in her as she got ready to ask him a question. This was it for her, now or never, do or die, if she wanted sex with him she had to let him know. She swallowed hard and asked “why did you feel you had offended me?”

“Because I did something stupid” he replied.

“What?” she asked, knowing exactly what he meant but wanting to hear him explain it. The anticipation had her shaking.

“You know, making it obvious that I was attracted to you” he said.

“What did you do?” “I must have missed it” she lied.

“Oh, OK then” he replied “if you didn’t notice, we can forget it, I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Now you have me intrigued” she pressed, “don’t be shy, I don’t embarrass easily.”

The lights finally went on for him and he realized that she was playing him. “OK” he said, “I got sexually aroused when I first saw you, I thought you noticed.” The sexual innuendo was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Oh my” she said in her best innocent voice, “you got aroused because of me?” She was surprised that her voice didn’t crack because she was so nervous and excited.

She glanced at his crotch, as if asking if he could reproduce it for her. Now that he knew the game was on again he became very interested. As they continued to trade, knowingly, provocative banter, a swelling began to become apparent in his jeans once again. This time there was no question as to her noticing it, her eyes were riveted on it.

“Am I embarrassing you now?” he asked.

“No” she replied in a calm voice while looking straight at his growing excitement, “I’m curious though, can you do that on demand?”

“Only if there’s a beautiful woman in the room” he told her.

Good answer, she thought. Hearing a man tell her she was beautiful made her head swim, it had been so long since she felt like a sexual being. Not to talk of a man seeing her that way.

“Now that I’ve shown you something” he said, running his hand over the bulge in his jeans, “why don’t you show me something.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like what’s under that robe.” he said, “I’ve been itching to find out from the moment I saw you.”

“OK!” she quickly replied, before she could lose her nerve. To most women, what she was about to do would be considered foreplay teasing. To her it was an act of courage, and a leap of faith, of astounding proportions.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the belt around her waist. As the cleavage of her unfettered breasts became apparent, he began disrobing.

Never, in her wildest dreams, did she conceived of herself doing anything like this. All the reasons why she shouldn’t reverberated in her head. She knew there’s be guilt and recrimination to deal with later, but the excitement of the moment made that pale in comparison. She was starved for attention, for a boost to her ego, but most of all, for a man’s touch to reaffirm her womanhood. If she couldn’t get it from a love affair, she’d settle for lust.

She heard him suck air in through pursed lips when she bared her breasts. She was uplifted by his reaction, but self consciousness forced her to speak in an attempt to mitigate her body’s perceived imperfections.

“I hope you won’t be too disappointed” she said, just before she let the robe drop to the floor.

It immediately became obvious that he saw none of her, perceived, body’s flaws.

“I’ll let this answer for me” he said, peeling his underwear down over his bulging cock.

Outside of adult movies it was the first time she had observed a man with such a robust hard-on. It was solid and free standing, pointing almost straight up. Looking every inch the alpha male, he posed for her. Maybe knowing where that eager cock would end up had tempered his tool. As for her, that expectancy had set her cunt awash in frothy anticipation.

Her heart was beating out of her chest as he walked slowly towards her. This wasn’t going to be the quaint, preplanned sex with fuck duck, this was the genuine article. The kisses and caresses, the aromas and tastes, the fusing of naked bodies, were all hers to savor. She was about to feel a real man inside of her, and she couldn’t be more ready for him.

He stopped just inches from touching her, his big cock straining to make contact, but he restrained himself. She liked that, a no hurry, deliberate approach. Surprisingly, she made first contact, her hand impulsively reaching out to gently caress the swollen glans of his beautiful cock. He moaned, which emboldened her. She let her hand slide down the thick shaft. When he kissed her she instinctively closed her hand around it and squeezed. It was wonderful to be fondling an aroused man, his dick as hard as rock, yet smooth as velvet.

They kissed so softly that their lips just barley made contact. He slid his tongue into her mouth, almost causing her knees to buckle. Then he pulled her tight to him, crushing his cock, and her hand between their bodies. The more passionate their kissing became, the more animated her fondling became.

Just the stimulating sensation of having his cock in her hand made her want to share that treat with her mouth. Not that it was a choice at that point, sucking his cock was, by now, something she couldn’t refuse herself, even if she wanted to. She was quickly finding out that everything about sex with a normal man was lustily addictive,from enticing him with her words to handling his hard, horny cock, had her hooked. She didn’t know if her total concession to her desires was love or lust, because she didn’t know if she had ever experienced either. She slowly crouched in front of him, he stepped back to accommodate her. As her face neared his standing cock she was greeted with the faint smell of pee, masked by the sweet perfume of his soap.

She kissed and licked the area of the shaft just where it meets the head. She pulled his cock down to mouth level and wrapped her lips around the purple tip. When she got the head into her mouth she realized just how big his tool was. When his hips began to sway to and fro she relaxed her mouth and let him fuck her face.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” she heard him groan. She was reluctant to give up the prize, she had waited so long for, just yet. But the thought of getting fucked was just too big of an allure. She stood and they locked mouths again, for the first time he touched her pussy and almost made her cum.

He licked her ear, getting it all wet and steamy. Then he whispered into it, in a voice thick with lust. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh yes” she heard herself say, almost crying the words.

“Tell me then,” he groaned “say it” .

“Fuck me, please fuck me now” she begged impatiently.

Her words seemed to bring him to a higher level of arousal, if that were possible. Kissing her hungrily, he guided her to Dan’s bed and got her to lie on her back. Through half closed eyes she looked up at him, and watched him stroke his dick while ogling her form head to toe. “You’re soooo sexy” he said, in a long, drawn out manner while pleasuring himself. His words were like manna from heaven to her. Not only did they make her feel desirable, but they inflated her deprived ego. She envied his hand for providing him with such pleasure.

As he moved towards her she anticipated being pierced by his brawny cock, but instead he dropped down between her open legs. To her ecstasy he ate her pussy like an expert. He knew just where to lick and when to back off, bringing her to the heights of bliss but never bringing her to orgasm. By the time he was ready to fuck her she couldn’t have been more ready for it. Still in no hurry, he slid the head of his dick up and down between her lips and over her swollen clit. He finally slipped it in and covered her mouth with his. The taste of her own juices from his lips drove her over the edge, it didn’t take much more than four or five thrusts before she started coming so hard she thought she would pass out. He soon followed her into orgasm, groaning so loudly she feared the neighbors would hear.

“Oh shit, look at the time” he exclaimed as he rolled off of her. “I better get going or your husband will fire me.” Those were words she never thought she’d hear.

As she lay there, with his seed oozing from her, she was aware that what they had just shared was not the same for both of them. While to her it was a wonderfully pleasurable physical experience, it also was an intimate emotional experience. Watching him hurriedly get dressed, she knew, to him, it was just another piece of tail. As the old saying goes, a woman needs a reason to have sex, a man needs a place. Her reason was loneliness and neglect. His place, ironically, was her husband’s bed. Still she hoped she’d see him again. Even if he was in it only for the sex, he was very good at it.

He asked where the nearest bathroom was. Besides the en suite bathroom off of her bedroom, there was another down the hall from Dan’s room. He disappeared out the door, she didn’t move. When he returned several minutes later he looked at her and said. “You still look scrumptious.”

“I bet you tell all the girls that” she joked.

“No, I mean it” he said, bending down to squeeze her breast and steal a kiss.

“Does that mean you’ll call me?” she asked.

“I’ll let this answer for me” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his crotch. She could hardly believe it, it was on the rise again.

“You’re incorrigible” she said with a giggle, as she squeezed it.

With that he turned and left. She was about to roll out of Dan’s bed when he reappeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

“Do you want to do it one more time?” he asked.

Aren’t you afraid of getting fired?” she asked.

“It would be worth it” he answered, sincerely.

She smiled and held out her arms to him.

“tomorrow?” “yeah great”

The news hit them both like an anvil as tried once again to absorb the bitter disappointment that flooded through them. For the past three years Brian and Bridget Anderson had been trying to conceive a child, and for the past three years they had been met with nothing but frustration and heartache. After about a year of trying they decided to see a fertility specialist about their problem. They were put through the gauntlet of tests. Everything from their blood to their body sweat was tested and then retested again. When it was discovered that Brian had a very low sperm count, steps were taken to remedy the situation. Brian was instructed to totally give up alcohol, put on a low fat “rabbit food diet” and forbidden to wear jockey shorts; While Bridget was put on every fertility drug know to mankind.

Once again no success. Brian’s situation was not improving in the least, in fact it seems the motility of his sperm even worsened and finally as a last ditch effort, in-vitro fertilization was attempted. With each treatment costing well into the 10′s of thousands of dollars they had quickly gone through their savings, and cashed in their retirement all to no avail. As the two looked dejectedly down at the floor Dr. Gruber spoke gently.

“I think maybe it’s time we think about adoption. There are some counselors here at the hospital that.’ He was cut off as Brian spoke.

“No doctor we decided that we wanted to have our own baby,” Brian continued.

“I understand that Brian, but the chances of you two conceiving are almost non existent. I think you should at least think about it,” Gruber said.

As they drove home Brain looked at Bridget and his heart sank in his chest, At 30 years old Bridget Anderson was an exquisitely beautiful women. She was dressed in a pair of low-cut jeans that clung tightly around her seductive hips, long toned legs, and tight firm behind. Her black belly shirt pulled tightly against her skin, and strained greatly to cover her size c breasts, ending just above her navel, and exposing her flat stomach. Her shoulder length auburn hair was pulled back, and her beautiful dark eyes were filled with tears and sadness.

After they got home they retired to their respective refuges, he to the garage and she to the kitchen. After a little while of sulking by themselves he returned to the kitchen and they embraced.

“I’m so sorry Bridget, I know how much you wanted this,” he said as he tried to sooth her.

“Oh it just seems so unfair. We did everything that we could and spent our life savings. Oh I feel like such a failure,” she sobbed. “Its ok baby everything will work out,” Brian said as he gently rubbed her back.

“Are you ready to talk about adoption,” she said as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

Brian hesitated before he answered. Adoption was a sore spot for him because he wanted his only genes in the baby. He knew it was a backward way of thinking, especially in this day and age, but subconsciously he just could not get around it.

“We’ll see,” he said as he held her tightly.

After a few weeks there seemed to develop a wedge between Bridget and Brian, Every time she would bring up adoption he would change the subject, and every time she tried to initiate love making he would seem disinterested. Eventually it got to the breaking point and an angry shouting match developed.

“Jesus Bridget! All I ever hear about is this kid you want,” he screamed.

“I’m doing all I know to do for this Bridget. I am doing exactly what the doctor told me to do. I am refraining from any form of self pleasure trying to myself up, and it is really getting to me,” he continued.

“Well since you won’t talk about adoption, and we have no more money for in vitro what else are we supposed to do! I mean I know you can’t seem to get me pregnant, but you defiantly can’t do it if we don’t even try,” she spat back angrily at him.

She immediately regretted it as soon as she said it, but his reaction to her words illustrated that the damage had already been done.

“You know Bridget, why don’t you just go fuck somebody at a bar and get pregnant if thats the way you feel. You did a lot of that before I married you. Anyway I gotta be on a plane to London in two hours. Have a great month,” He said as he slammed the door and left for the airport.

His words seemed to cut her to the bone as she stood in the family room of their house, and as she heard the car door slam and him pull away, all of her dreams of a baby seemed to fade into oblivion. She wanted desperately to have a child and as she lay there on the floor her disappointment slowly started to change to anger. She wanted a child, and she was not going to let her husband, or any man stand in the way of her baby.

She picked herself up and a plan began to formulate in her head. She wanted to get pregnant so therefore she needed to have sex, but with whom could she do this with, she wondered. She did not want to risk going to a bar, who knew what kind of sexually transmitted disease she could get there. She knew that she wanted to be impregnated ASAP so it would mean someone she had a relationship with, and if possible someone who looked like Brian. As she was looking at their we4dding photo on the mantle, the perfect candidate suddenly materialized in her mind.

“Of course,” she said. “Jamie,” she continued as she looked at the picture of her husband’s younger brother.

Brian and his brother Jamie had never been the best of friends. There was a tension there that Bridget sensed before she even met Jamie, and when she did it just seemed rather uncomfortable for Jamie to be around Brian It all seemed to go back to the night of Jamie’s senior prom, Brian had come home for the weekend and wound up sleeping with Jamie’s prom date at the after party. Jamie had never forgotten the betrayal, or the look on Brian’s face as he laughed at him afterwards. The years had seemed to do nothing to heal the wound, and even after all these years there still were problems. They never talked on the phone or hung out together, except for holidays they were strangers.

Bridget had noticed a little sexual tension between Jamie and herself before as well. There was this one time when Brian was out of town on business, and he brought some things over to their house for Thanksgiving. He excused himself and went to the bathroom, and although she could never really be sure, she thought maybe he took a pair of her thongs.

What Bridget didn’t know was that she was Jamie’s ultimate fantasy. He did indeed take a pair of her thongs and loved the smell of her as he imagined himself with her. Every girl he was with he compared to Bridget and every girl came up short and many a night he would fantasize about her naked body wrapped around him, as she rode him until he exploded. She haunted his dreams and lingered in his conciseness long after sleep released its grip on him, she was quite simply his ultimate attraction.

Her fingers were trembling as she picked up the phone to call him. She let it ring a few times and was relieved when the answering machine came on.

“Hi Jamie this is Bridget. I am sorry to call but I need to talk to you about your brother it’s important,” was all she said and hung up the phone.

About an hour later the phone rang and it was Jamie.

“Hi Bridget, What’s the problem,” he asked with a bit of concern in his voice.

“Jamie it is about Brian. Could you come over please it’s really important,” she pleaded on the phone.

“I’ll be right there,” he said as he hung up the phone.

Bridget smiled to herself and decided to put her plan of seduction into action. She knew Jamie lived about a half hour away so she decided to dress a bit scantily to see if he was interested. She had always seen him ogling her at family functions and took a slight pleasure in tormenting the young boy, after all he was only 23 years old and still filled with raging hormones. She decided to dress up nicely for the boy.

When Jamie got to the door he rang the bell, and when Bridget answered the door his heart nearly flew out of his chest. She was dressed in a tight black belly shirt, which clung tightly around her 36 C breasts, and showcased her fabulous abs. She wore a matching skirt, which hung tightly around her toned legs, sensuous hips, and heart shaped behind. Her auburn hair was pulled back, and her beautiful green eyes were filled with excitement.

“Oh Jamie its good of you to come,” She said as she embraced him.

“Not a problem,” he replied as he tried unsuccessfully to suppress the erection that was forming in his jeans.

“Please sit down,”she said as she lead him into the room.

Jamie had to adjust his jeans when he gazed at Bridget’s beautiful behind as he followed her into the living room. Now all that she needed to do was to find a way to check his sperm count, but she had a plan formulated in her mind and she began to spin her web.

“I must apologize for bringing you over like this Jamie, but there is a problem with your brother and I need someone to talk to it about,” Bridget said as she feigned tears. “Sure Bridge I understand, What is the problem,” Jamie asked. “Well this is a little difficult, but you understand,” Bridget began. “Sure I understand. Is he in some kind of trouble,” Jamie asked nervously. “Jamie your brother has a problem with his sperm count, it is too low,” Bridget said. “Oh well that is no major problem Bridget, many guys have that,” Jamie responded visibly relieved. “Jamie you don’t understand, your brother is getting older and there is incidence of genetic problems in men’s sperm increases with age. This could lead to many problems, including Down’s syndrome. A study found that half the cases of Down’s syndrome in children born to women older than 35 are likely to be related to sperm,” she continued. “But what is the danger Bridget if he has a low sperm count,” Jamie asked. “Jamie a low sperm count can mean a multitude of problems such as Testicular cancer, varioceles, undescended testicles, infection, and chronic illnesses such as diabetes,” Bridget replied. “Wow is he Ok,” Jamie asked. “He will be. The doctors are taking care of him and running tests. The problem now Jamie is you,” Bridget replied. “What do you mean me,” Jamie asked with alarm. “Well you are his brother and since this problem can be genetic, we need to analyze your sperm,” Bridget said. “What,” Jamie asked incredulously “Jamie I am sorry I told your brother to do this but he would not talk to you about it, you know how he gets,” she said. Jamie shifted uncomfortably in his chair and his face reddened at her next statement. “I need a sperm sample from you Jamie. Preferably right now,” she said as she handed him a cup. “Bridget I can’t believe this,” he exclaimed. “Listen Jamie we need to get this potential problem taken care of now. Early detection is the best way to treat this. If you want me to call your mother I can,” she lectured. “Oh God No! Don’t tell my mother anything about this! Ok just give me the cup and let me do it. I’ll get it back to you later today,” he said as he picked up the cup and began to leave. “No Jamie I need to get the sample over the lab within a half hour of the ejaculation. You will have to do it here. You can use the bathroom if you would like,” she said as she grabbed his arm. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” he said as he walked to the bathroom.

Jamie got to the bathroom and as he closed the door behind him, wondered for maybe the millionth time how weird this all was. He decided to just get it over with and sat down on the toilet to get ready, but as he tried to think about something to get him in the mood, nothing seemed to work, and after about 10 minutes he knew things were not going to happen. Just as he was resigned to “zipping up” he heard a light knock on the door. “Jamie is everything all right in there,” Bridget asked. “Oh yes! Everything is fine,” he replied with the shock evident in his voice. Bridget smiled slyly as she heard Jamie fumble with his answer, and without warning, opened the door and walked inside. “Bridget! What are you doing,” Jamie exclaimed as her tried to cover up. “Well We need to get that sample over there as soon as possible and you were taking so long I came to see if there was anything I could do,” she said. “Bridget I think I can take care of this on my own,” he said as he tried to cover himself. Bridget looked at him and noticed with some delight that he looked much larger then her husband. She then closed the door behind her and stood directly in front of him. As Jamie looked up at her he could not help but be intoxicated by her beauty and sensuality. He had always fantasized about her in his dreams, and as she stood before him, try as he may to cover it up, his cock began to grow and soon was bulging out of his hands. “Bridget! Please get out! I can do this on my own,” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry Jamie but the clinic closes soon and we need to get your sample there as soon as possible. What can I do to help,” she asked. “Well you can leave,” he cried. “C’mon Jamie this is a serious test that needs to be done. All you need is the proper stimulation,” she said as she gently laid her hands on top of his and pulled them away from his cock. “What are you doing Bridget,” He cried. “Just relax Jamie. Close your eyes and relax. Please calm down it will be all right, I promise,” she said. Eventually Jamie relented and closed his eyes as he felt Bridget adjust her position in front of him. A fire was raging between Bridgets legs and his breathing came in short gasps as she put the next part of her plan into action. She pulled up her skirt to reveal her tight black thong, and gently sat down on Jamie’s lap, her eyes facing his, and her thong-covered mound mere centimeters from his naked cock. Jamie felt her sit on him and his cock bounced and briefly made contact with her mound. “I’m sorry about that Bridget, he said while eyes still closed. “That is ok honey,” she replied. “Now Jamie I want you to open your eyes,” she said. He did and his cock instantly became hard and began to press, rather forcefully against her thong-covered sex. “Well you seem to be stimulated,” she giggled to him. She then took his hands and placed them on her hips, as she quickly grabbed the sample cup in one hand, and his cock in the other. “Brid..,” “Shh. It’s ok. Just relax baby,” she interrupted as she stoked his manhood gently. Bridget felt him shudder and increased her pace pulling faster and faster moaning “do it…cum for me baby…I need you to do it.” Her eyes never left his as she wrapped hand tighter around his massive shaft and began pumping faster and faster while back leaned back on toilet moaning “Oh God… Oh baby… Oh God … yes!” Needless to say it didn’t take long and a couple minutes later he exploded with a tremendous orgasm. Bridget collected up the sample and waited patiently for the last few millimeters to ejaculate from his cock, and smiled devilishly at the sheer amount of sample that came out. It looked about three times the size of her husbands samples size. They got up and she noticed her thong was dripping, partially with Jamie’s sample, and partially with her own. He was looking right at her as she quickly took off her thong and threw it to him. “Here you go Jamie. Now you won’t have to steal it from me later,” she winked at him as she left the room, put on a pair of panties, and drove to the clinic. A few days later she got a call from the clinic saying that the sample that she had tested was ideal for fertilization. She made a point to go to another clinic so there would be no questions about her husbands “miraculous” reversal of his motility and fertilization potential. She knew now that Jamie was the best candidate to be the father of her children, all she had to do was be fertilized. The second stage of her plan now began, she knew that her husband would be away for a month, which gave her plenty of time to succeed. First she called Jamie and invited him over for dinner on Sunday to talk things out and tell him the results of his fictions’ genetic test. Then she made sure to fill her prescription of fertility drugs at the pharmacy, and satisfied that everything was all set, awaited a call from her husband which never came. She perceived his lack of calling as further fuel for her fire and was more determi9ned then ever to carry out her plan.

Sunday night came around and Bridget was dressed to her seductive best. She wore a tight pair of black jeans that looked to be almost painted on, as the highlighted her sensuously wide hips and incredibly perfect behind. Her Auburn hair was pushed back, and tight red turtleneck showcased her magnificent 36c breasts. Jamie came by around 6pm and almost had a heart attack at the site of her dressed like that, a display that did not go unnoticed by Bridget as she embraced him in greeting. They talked for a while before dinner and eventually the conversation turned to the sperm test that Jamie had taken. Bridget explained that he was ok and there was no reason to worry, Jamie was noticeably relieved and began to drink a bit more wine as the evening wore on. After dinner had been cleaned up, Bridget decided the time had come to spring her trap. She knew that there was bad blood between Brian and Jamie and how competitive they were, so decided to use that to her advantage. She began to manipulate the conversation toward kids and eventually set her trap for Jamie to fall into.

“I feel so empty without a child,” she cried as she buried her head into his shoulder. “It’s ok Bridget. There is always adoption,” he said as he gently rubbed her back. “No your brother said that we can’t do that, that he wants to have his own baby. We have gone through this so many times that my head is spinning,” she replied as the tears continued to come. “Oh I’m so sorry. What about In-vito,” he replied. “We tried that, but your brothers’ sperm count is too low. We went through our life savings on this. Your brother will also not let me go to a sperm bank for a better sample,” she replied. “I am sorry Bridget. I wish there was something I could do,” he replied as he continued to gently stroke her back. “Well there is,” she replied. “What,” he countered “Could you donate your sperm,” she said “I though you said he would not let you do that,” Jamie replied. “I’m not going to tell him,” she said blankly. “But what about…,” “Jamie your brother will not let me adopt and he won’t let me go to a sperm bank. I have no other option left here, please help me Jamie. Please don’t take away my chance to be a mother,” she pleaded into his eyes. Jamie thought about it for a moment before he spoke. Bridget was crying and he wanted to help her, but he didn’t want to hurt his brother either. The relationship between Jamie and his brother was not the best, but he still felt some loyalty to him. “Bridget I understand you are upset, but Brian is my brother and I would not feel right about him not knowing,” he said. Bridget immediately burst into tears at his response. “Oh my life will never be complete,” she sobbed as he desperately tried to comfort her. Jamie was torn by various emotions as he tried to comfort her. He was concerned for her well being, but at the same time lusted after her greatly. The attraction that he felt for her was overwhelming, and as he held her tightly his cock began to swell uncontrollably. Bridget could feel his manhood against her thigh and decided to make her move to have him, so she slowly moved her hand and gently squeezed his cock, as she turned her face to his and kissed him deeply on the lips. Jamie returned her kiss and opened his mouth to grant access to her tongue, as he slowly circled his arms around her and began to explore her body. As many times as he had dreamed this sequence in his head, and as many times he had masturbated himself to her image, he was till unprepared for what she did next. With thoughts of pregnancy running through her head, and completely committing herself to the situation Bridget quickly got on her knees and pushed his legs apart. Jamies pulse quickened and his cock grew to gargantuan and painfully strained proportions as he could see and feel her beginning to manipulate his fly. Bridget unbuttoned his pants and sprung his cock from its painful confinement, her eyes widening when she saw his full size in living color. She had masturbated him before, but she never allowed herself to look directly at it, and now that she had she was certain that this cock was made to impregnate women. It looked to be almost twice the size of her husbands as her face inched closer to it, and as she gently began to stroke him, she looked up at Jamie and smiled mischievously. “Well I see that not everybody in your family got the same genes,” she smirked at the backhand comment of her husband. At that moment Jamie felt a pang of loyalty tare at his conscious and he thought that he should stop this, but as his eyes locked with Bridgets time seemed to slow as she inched ever closer to his cock with her mouth open. Desperate to bre4ak free form her spell and preserve his brothers’ wife he called out her name just as she closed her mouth on his cock. “Bridjuuu…” was as far as he got as she circled her tongue around his manhood and began to work him further into her mouth. His hands roamed all through her hair as she continued to work him, and after a few moments any loyalty to his brother he felt was gone as he was no longer resisting Bridget and began to fuck his sister in law’s mouth. Faster and faster she pounded him until she saw him tense, and felt him tighten inside her mouth. “Oh Bridge…Oh baby I’m close…oh God…I’m….Ohhhhhhhh’” he cried as he erupted inside her mouth. Bridget responded by sucking down on his cock like a whirlpool and taking every bit of his seed down with her, almost as if ingesting it would lead to impregnation. She continued to suck him off until he was bone dry, then she rose from between his legs and grabbed him by the hand pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go to the bedroom baby,” she said as she took his hand and lead him to her bed. As she walked before him Jamie’s eyes were locked on Bridget’s perfect ass, and as he saw her tight jeans highlight every perfect inch of it, his naked cock began to grow again “You can take off your clothes’ Jamie. You won’t be needing them,” Bridget smiled at him as they entered her bedroom. Jamie made his way to one side of the room to finish undressing, and when he turned back around his cock was now aching with anticipation at the sight of Bridget standing before him. She had taken off her turtleneck to reveal her magnificent 36c breasts encased in a black bra that looked overmatched trying to contain them, and was beginning to unbuckle her jeans when he stopped her. “What’s the matter Jamie,” Bridget asked with a puzzled expression on her face. “I want to do it,” he said. “Ok baby,” she cooed as she dropped her hands to her side and waited for him to open her pants, but he slowly made his way to her breasts and softly began to kiss them. “Oh Jamie…oh my…,” she moaned as she felt him unclasp her bra and free her breasts from their uncomfortable retention. Jamie’s eyes widened as her naked breasts sprung into view and gently began to kneed them as he quickly slipped a plump pink nibble into his mouth. “Oh God…Oh yes…,” she moaned as he continued to suckle from her and she ran her fingers through his hair. Jamie continued to kiss his way down her stomach until he came to the button fly on her jeans, and while quickly removing her shoes with one had, began to unbutton her fly with the other. He finally got her pants undone and pulled her jeans down past her sensual hips to expose her tight black thong which encased every tree3nage fantasy that he ever had. He quickly pulled the remaining part of her jeans off and grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled it down as well. At this point in time Bridget had gotten so wet that her thong was matted to her pussy and she shivered involuntarily as Jamie peeled it away and exposed her naked sex. He then pushed her down on the bed until she was sitting down and knelt between her legs, as Bridget leaned back on her elbows and gazed at him with the anticipation of a child or Christmas morning. He was mere inches away and her arousal was evident by the scent in the air, and as she looked down at him, he slowly opened his mouth and invaded her soaking wet sex. “Oh Jamie…oh yes..Oh God Yes…,” she cried as he dove face first into her, using his tongue like an examination probe he explored every millimeter of her femininity and savored the taste along the way. He plunged his tongue into her deeper and deeper, leaving no region ignored nor neglected. His tongue teased her labia and massaged her clit, while his finger slid deep up inside of her. Bridgets response was to slip her hands up to her breasts and massage her nipples, while grinding her pussy into his face.

“Oh baby…oh your so good…oh god…don’t lose it baby…oh please…Jamie…oh please baby,” she cried as she felt the passion begin to build inside of her.

Jamie responded by clamping his hands to her ass and feasting on her pussy like a starving man. His tongue went into overdrive, fueled by all the years of desiring his mouth where it was right now, between the legs of his fantasy woman; but this was no fantasy, it was his reality and he was going to eat her until she could stand it no more. “Oh God…Oh Yes! Oh Jamieeeeeeeeee,” Bridget yelled as a volcano of pleasure erupted inside of her and waves of pleasure flowed through her entire body. Jamie lapped up all of her juices and then, rising up to meet her, kissed her deeply on the mouth. She could taste her flavor on his tongue as she gently sucked it, and circled her arms around his neck. Bridget and he closed their eyes laid motionless for a few moments, but then she felt him get off the bed and heard a sound like a piece of candy being opened. She then felt him get back on the bed and felt the head of his cock align the with her pussy and gently began to sink into her. “Wait Jamie stop for a minute,” Bridget said as she sprang off the bed, realizing that Jamie was wearing a condom. “What’s wrong Bridget,” Jamie asked. “Take off the condom Jamie,” she said. “But Bridget what if..” was as far as he got before she cut him off. “Do you want this to happen Jamie,” she asked “Oh God yes more then anything,” he cried. “Then take it off. The only way I want you inside of me is naked,” she said. Jamie was powerless to resist. Any loyalty he felt to family was replaced with unimaginable lusting for Bridget and try as he may to preserve any family bonds, he could not resist her. “Whatever you want Bridget,” he cried. He had just gotten the words out before she had grabbed his shaft and ripped the condom off him, she then took him by the hand and led him to the bed, where she laid down and spread her legs, as he knelt between her thighs.

“Oh Goooooddddddd,” Bridget moaned as she felt him slide back into her. She could feel her pussy stretch as it tried to accommodate this huge organ being forced deep inside. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock go deeper then anyone she had ever had, it filled her completely and almost seemed like it would break her in half, as it just kept pushing forward. Finally, she felt the invasion end as their pubic bones met and his cock felt like it touched her cervix. They lay motionless for a minute to get adjusted to each other, until very slowly Jamie began his thrust.

He continued to pump into her very slowly while she moaned deeply as he leaned down, and taking a nipple into his mouth, began to suckle from her breast. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer to her breasts as he continued to suckle, and wrapped her legs around him as he continued his thrust. He could not believe how tight she was as he continued to burrow his cock up inside of her his cock felt like it was incased a velvet vice. “Oh God Bridget…oh your so fucking good…oh Bridge,” he moaned as he picked up his pace and began to thrust harder.

“Oh baby…keep it going…keep it going…that’s it…oh your so fucking big…oh it’s so big Jamie…oh God Fuck me baby,” she cried as she felt all of her pleasure receptors building for a explosion.

He took her words to heart and began to pound into her furiously. Jamie…oh….fuck me baby….oh Jamie…please…oh your so good baby…….oh keep it….please baby,” she cried. Inspired by her reaction he began to thrust her harder and harder, each time bring his cock full out and then thrusting into her with all his strength. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, and with her tongue in his mouth, tasted her juices. He moved his hands up to her breasts, and pushing them together, began to lick and gently bite each nipple. She pulled herself up against him as hard as she could and began to kiss his earlobes and lick his neck, as he continued to piston himself into her.

“Oh…baby….Oh Please! Oh God,” she cried as she felt her orgasm building inside of her. Jamie was nearing his climax as well, and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he continued to pound. She held onto him tightly as her pleasure wave began to flow throughout every inch of her body. ‘Oh Jake…yes…yes…oh Baby…Oh….Jammmmie,” Bridget cried as her second orgasm of the day took her body to new heights of passion and she experienced a sweet release of pleasure, that drown out any thought of this event with Jamie being wrong. She closed her eyes deeply and locked her legs around him as she sensed him about to release. Jake continued to pump until he felt his on wave of pleasure building and he grabbed her and pulled her tight, as he plunged deep inside of her and exploded . “Oh Bridge….oh baby…oh thank you Bridge oh GOOODDDDDDDD,” he cried as he erupted inside of her and coated her womb with his seed. He collapsed down on top of her, their heaving bodies drenched with sweat rose and fell with their labored breathing. She grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth, their tongues dancing with one another, as her hands gently stroked his hair. The lay there for a while just listening to the sound of their own breathing, and holding each other tight. Somewhere during the night they fell asleep, and when se awoke, Bridget was mildly suprised to see that Jamies cock was still buried inside of her and him still sound asleep. She laughed to herself and when she finally got up she noticed an audible plop sound as they finally separated. After hoping int the shower she decided on a quick bike ride before breakfast, she toweled off and slid a pair of bike shorts onto her naked body and a tight white t-shirt, then she hit the bike. She got back an hour later and still found Jamie asleep so she decided to make breakfast. She was just scambling up some eggs when the phone rang. “Hi Bridget. How are you honey,” Brian said. “Well hello there stranger nice of you to call,” she said as she tried to sound annoyed. At that very moment she felt Jamie’s hands on her hips and his naked cock on her spandex-covered ass as he slowly ground into her. “What was that,” Brian said through the phone as Bridget slapped Jamie away playfully. “Oh sorry honey the Mosquitos are bad today,” she replied. “Oh well I think we have some bug spray in the garage,” Brian continued. Bridget put her hand over the receiver so Brian would not hear. “Jamie I am on the phone with Brian. We can do this after breakfast,” she giggled at him. “I have everything I want to eat right here,” he said as he sank down between her legs. “Wait Jamie not now,” she laughed, but it was a feeble attempt to stop him. Bridget was no longer listening to Brian, but she did agree with him every now and again so it appeared everything was ok.

Jamie pulled down her spandex to reveal her glorious sex. He spread her legs apart and began to gently lick all around her inner thighs and softly caressing her lips with his tongue. Bridget was losing control and she knew it, but she didn’t care she wanted this more than anything right now. “I’m sorry honey what did you say,” she asked Brian “I said the mosquitos must be bad. It almost sounds like you are moaning,” he laughed. “Oh baby I am being eaten alive here,” she laughed as she reached under and pulled Jamie’s head as far into her pussy as she could. “Ok well I will let you go. I’ll call later in the week. I love you,” Brian said. “I love you too baby,” Bridget said as she hung up the phone and grabbed Jamies head with both hands. As he continued to lick her she moaned “Oh don’t stop baby….don’t lose it baby…eat me…..feed off me… yes.” She was getting closer to another orgasm and began to grind her pussy hard into his mouth all the while moaning “so good baby….don’t lose it….good boy…eat me good.”

“OH god I’m CUMMING….Yeeeeeesssssssssss.” Jamie continued to lick until he was deluged by juices and lapped up all that he could. Once he was finished, he stood up and Bridget pushed him down, quite forcibly, on the kitchen table. The eggs began to burn as Bridget threw off her weight white t-shirt and straddled him on the table. “Now it’s my turn on top,” she cooed as she positioned herself above his cock. He gripped her hips and moaned as she impaled herself on his pole. She squealed as she slid lower, feeling his cock stretch her inside to the limit, and felt completely full as their pelvic bones met. They lay motionless on top of each other, as his cock was buried deep inside of her, just trying to get adjusted to the new feel, then she slowly began to ride him.

“Oh bridge this is so good….this feels so good baby…oh God yes,” he cried as he began to thrust up to meet her. She threw her head back in the air and began to thrust herself harder into him, as his hands began to massage her breasts. She looked down at him and bent down to kiss him, while his hands now traveled around her firm ass.

“Oh baby….oh yes,” he cried.

“Oh Jamie just shut up and fuck me!”

His hands gripped her hips harder and he began to slam himself up harder to meet her thrusts. Harder and harder he pounded into her as she used her full weight to slam into him.

“That’s it…that’s what I want…that’s my baby…harder…oh don’t lose it baby…oh don’t stop baby,” she yelled as she felt his cock invade deeper and deeper inside of her.

“Oh Jamie…oh baby…oh GODDDDDDD,” she moaned as waves of pleasure washed over her and she experienced a sweet release of ecstasy. He continued to pound her harder and harder until he felt his pleasure begin to over take him.

“Oh Bridget oh fuck….oh God…oh babbbbbbbbyy,” he moaned as he erupted deep inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, and as they lay there coming down from their highs, she felt him begin to harden inside of her again. They had sex three more times that day before dinner and each one was more passionate than the one before, until eventually they retired to bed exhausted. Two weeks later Brian returned home and Bridget and he made love that night. A few weeks later Bridget was finally pregnant, of course she knew the baby would come early!!!!!!!

Marcus was a co-worker, nearly half of her forty-two years, and drop-dead gorgeous. A light-skinned black man who had been a college athlete, Marcus had been flirting with her the past few months. At first Randi thought nothing of it, most of the salesmen and a few of the younger want-a-be muscleheads at her gym had hit on her a time or two. A petite woman with light brown shoulder length hair, big blue eyes and prominent cheekbones, Randi kept in shape by running and doing yoga. Her breasts were on the small side but still plenty firm, even after two children, and her legs and ass were smooth and tight.

One day, Marcus was alone with her in her office when he bluntly made his feelings known. Randi was flustered, told him she was flattered, but that she was married and not interested. Marcus didn’t push, said he understood, but told her if she ever changed her mind , just give him a call.

That was less than a week ago. Randi couldn’t get Marcus off her mind after he had propositioned her. Randi enjoyed her sex life with her husband, but had to admit that after Marcus had left her office, her pulse had risen significantly and that her panties were moist.

A few days later, she talked herself into calling Marcus when she knew he was out of the office. Marcus didn’t seem at all suprised to her from her. When he suggested that they meet for drinks after work, Randi declined. Her home schedule wouldn’t allow for it and her husband would certainly wonder why she would be out drinking. Marcus then suggested meeting over lunch at a large park near their work and Randi quickly accepted.

Now as she sat in her minivan, Randi was having serious second thoughts. Maybe they would just talk and she could explain that they would have to settle for being close friends. She even considered driving away a time or two when Marcus suddenly appeared in his gold Mercedes SL 550. She caught herself smiling as she watched him get out of his car. “Jesus” she thought to herself ” He IS gorgeous!”

Marcus was glad to see Randi as well. Marcus loved everything about her; especially the fact she was older than he was, white and married. Marcus had slept with dozens of married women and enjoyed the sport of taking the ones least likely to stray and seducing them to the point that they would do anything to be with him. The more married they professed to be, the more interested he became. The fact that he found Randi Boehmon sexy as hell didn’t hurt either. Marcus had been in this situation numerous times before and knew that he had to stay aggressive to keep Randi from reconsidering.

“Hey!” he said brightly as he climbed into the van. Randi’s body began to hum from him being so close to her as she took in the earthy scent of his Armani cologne. Marcus quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips, his tongue seeking entry into her warm mouth. Randi, though initially caught off guard, found herself kissing him back , her tongue dancing with his, their mouths opening and closing in unison.

After a few short moments, Randi placed her tiny hand on his muscled chest and gently pushed him away.

“Wait . . .um . . . Marcus, I think we need to talk, I mean . . .I’m married and . . .”

Marcus kissed her again this time running his fingertips lightly down her jawline to the hollow of her neck and beyond. He cupped one of her breasts through her white, long-sleeved silk blouse feeling her nipple begin to harden. Randi kissed him back hungrily, her hand creeping up to the back of his head.

When Marcus broke the kiss, Randi looked up at him breathlessly and again tried to take control of the situation.

“Marcus . . .Please . . . I’ve never done this type of thing before and I’m not sure . . .”

Again Marcus cut off her objections by kissing her, driving his tongue deep into her open mouth. He felt Randi shudder slightly as he ran his hand up her thigh and under her charcoal skirt. When Randi shifted to allow Marcus to get his hand between her legs, he smiled as he sucked on her tongue which was probing his mouth.

Marcus noted with satisfaction that Randi was wearing a thong and he could feel that her panties were already wet. He easily slid the thin strip of material aside, and gently slid his thick index finger up her wet tunnel. As he began to work the topside of her pussy walls, his finger found her G-spot and he began to rub it vigorously.

Randi began to moan and she instinctively reached down between his thighs. Randi’s hand found his dick straining against his pants and as it crept upward , she found that she was well past his waist band when she finally settled on its bulbous head.

“Jesus!” she thought “He is huge!”

At work, she had found herself glancing at his fat crotch when he done a sales presentation and now she could hardly believe that she would soon be holding him in her hands.

Marcus broke their kiss with a quick dart of his tongue and leaned back in passenger seat looking at Randi smugly and expectantly. Randi quickly realized what he wanted and was eager to please. She bit her pouty lower lip as she undid his pants, her hands trembling slightly. Marcus pushed his pants down to give Randi better access as she took his long, hard cock into her hand for the first time. Randi looked at it with a mixture of awe and approval.

“Ohhh . . . Marcus . . .!” she said slowly , running her hands up and down his shaft. Marcus got a fresh jolt of excitement when her felt her wedding bands as she worked the head of his cock.

Quickly, Randi leaned forward over his lap, taking in the musky scent of his manhood, kissing the tip of his dick lightly. She began running her tongue under and around its purplish dark head before dropping her jaw and taking his length into her warm, wet mouth. Randi tickled his ball sack with her french manicured nails as she blew him noisily, moaning and slobbering over his thick manhood.

After several minutes, Randi removed her mouth from his dick with a loud pop. She looked up at Marcus as she started to lick up and down his shaft before she began sucking each of his heavy balls into her eager mouth. When Marcus began to squirm in his seat, Randi returned to sucking his cock, jacking his shaft furiously with both of her hands. Wanting to get his cock in her married pussy, Marcus laughed harshly, and lifted Randi up from his lap.

Suprised, Randi sputtered ” Um . . . It’s okay . . . we don’t have to stop.”

“I think we need more room for what I got in mind.” Marcus told her.

Randi led Marcus throught the front row of seats, the two bent over and stepping lightly around her children’s books, DVD’s and action figures, to the rear of the van. Randi laid back on bench seat, one leg bent on the seat itself, the other flat on the floor, and lifted her skirt up around her trim waist. Marcus knelt between her outstretched legs and slid his hands gently up her thighs where he hooked her thong with his fingers. Randi lifted her hips as he peeled her panties off revealing her moist bush.

Randi grabbed his long, hard cock in both hands and guided it to the opening of her pussy. There, Marcus stopped with his cock head resting on her lips and said:

” You gotta tell me what you want, Mrs. Boehman”

“Make love to me , please Marcus. I want to feel you inside me!” Randi urged pleadingly.

“I’m not your husband and we’re damn sure not making love. Tell me what you want.” Marcus replied forcefully.

Randi’s husband enjoyed it when she talked dirty and she was somewhat suprised that her young co-worker liked it as well, but she was plenty game. Looking up at Marcus she purred seductively:

“Marcus . . .I want you to take your big . . .hard . . .BLACK . . . cock and fuck my pussy! C’mon . . .I need a nice hard cock in me NOW!”

Satisfied, Marcus leaned forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into her hot, wet tunnel. Randi inhaled sharply, her head thrust back as she felt her pussy being stretched to its fullest. Marcus pushed his entire length into her and began to slowly fuck her as Randi’s hips began to roll on the seat.

“Ahhhh . . .That feels so good! Keep fucking me like that!” she muttered as Marcus kept up his steady pounding of her previously faithful pussy.

After several minutes, Randi’s breathing became labored as she felt her orgasm building.

“OHHHHHHH . . . SHIT . . . I’m gonna cum Marcus . . . I’M GONNA CUM! FUCK ME HARDER BABY! FUCK ME HARDER!!!”

Marcus braced himself with one arm outstretched against the van’s interior, the other around Randi’s bent leg. Better positioned, he began to piston his cock faster and faster into the older woman.

“AAHHHH . . . UMMMMMMM . . . FUCK!!! Randi screamed as her orgasm hit. Her head thrashed back and forth on the seat as her body spasmed beneath his bulk.

Even after she started to recover, Marcus continued his assault, banging the soccer mom’s head uncomfortably against the van wall.

“Wait . . .Marcus . . . Baby . . .Let me get on top of you!” Randi offered placing her hand against his thick chest and pushing him up off her.

Marcus slid to the middle of the seat holding the base of his rock hard cock. Randi straddled him, lifting her skirt above her waist. She raised up over his lap and on top of his thick head then slowly lowered herself upon him, savoring inch after inch that slid into her eager pussy. Once she had his entire cock in her, she ground her hips against him, thrilling at the sensation, before she began riding him up and down.

Randi looked down through lidded eyes as she fucked her young lover.

“Does that feel good Baby?” she asked seductively.

In response, Marcus grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to his waiting lips. Their tongues dueled as Randi continued to ride Marcus, her swollen clit rubbing deliciously against his hard belly.

Marcus slid his hands between their straining bodies and unbuttoned her blouse. Pulling her bra down, his thumbs began to work her breasts. He leaned forward taking one of Randi’s hard nipples into his mouth. Randi arched back and pulled Marcus against her chest as he continued to suck on her.

Randi felt herself building to a second orgasm and desperately wanted to feel her lover cum inside her. Remembering his reaction to her earlier dirty talk, Randi laid her head on his broad shoulder and whispered:

“Ahhh Marcus . . .you feel so good! I love your cock baby!” she began.

“You like fucking married ladies, don’t you. You like it when married ladies spread their legs for you . . .Don’t you baby!” she continued.

“AHH . . .Yeah . . .Baby. I love your tight pussy. I love fucking you!” Marcus gasped.

Randi felt his dick get even harder.

“I”m yours now. . .I’m your whore! Your married slut!! That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me to be your whore?!”

“Ahh . . . fuck yeah! That’s what I want!” he managed as he felt on the verge of exploding. He grabbed the older woman by her waist and slammed her forcefully down on his cock.

“Then cum in your whore baby! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK ME!!!!!!”

Randi felt her lover’s first jet of cum hit deep inside her womb causing her orgasm to ripple through her body. She locked her mouth onto Marcus as they continued to fuck, Marcus shooting rope after rope of his sticky jism into her very married pussy.Randi groaned loudly into his mouth

as she ground her hips on his lap, overcome by the sensation she felt inside of her.

Randi pulled her mouth from her young co-worker’s lips and laid her head on his shoulder, each of their chests rising and falling as they caught their breath.

Neither said a word until Marcus glanced at his Rolex.

“Ahh Shit! I’m gonna be late!”

With that he lifted Randi up off his lap, his thick cock falling with an audible slap across his muscled thigh. “I got a meeting with Phil at 1:00.” he explained.

The two co-workers straightened up the best they could and made their way back to the front of the van. With his hand on the door handle, Marcus kissed Randi quickly on the lips and as he climbed out of the van said:

“Call me.”

Randi watched him wordlessly as he climbed into his car and backed out of the parking space. With a brief wave, he accelerated quickly away from her van.

Randi surveyed the damge in her rearview mirror. She noted that her hair and make-up were a total mess as she ran her index finger over her puffy lips.

“Call me?” she said to herself, irritated at his sudden departure, the gravity of the potential consequences of her actions settling over her like a thick fog. After nearly twenty years of being a loving and faithful wife, bearing her husband two children, she had risked it all by what she had just done with a man half her age.

“Call me?” she said out loud as she applied her eyeliner, worry and doubt evident on her face.

“Call me?” A wry smile crossed her beautiful lips. Who was she kidding. Of course she would call him.And soon.

Randi started her minivan and headed back towards work. She had appointments to keep as well, but first, she needed to stop and buy a pack of cigarettes. Randi will surely call him soon…………… for another tryst on lunchtime…………………

Her husband John was an airline pilot and was away frequently. They lived on a small farm outside the city where he was based and she grew lonely from time to time while he was away. Erin had a very high sex drive and as a newlywed she had expected to be fulfilled more often than her husband’s schedule would allow. She loved horses and had recently purchased one. The stud in her hands was the driver who delivered her horse. She had been very attracted to him when they first met but nothing came of it. This day however he had dropped off another horse at a nearby farm and stopped in, he said, to check in on the horse he had delivered earlier. Her husband was away for a few days and she had invited him in. She had been getting ready for a jog when he came over and was in her running clothes. Her thighs were absolutely stellar and at her height of five feet ten inches she had always been told to be a model. She looked amazing in her running shorts with her beautiful thighs in full view. She had a very athletic body and she enjoyed wearing shorts to catch the men looking at her perfect legs and shapely ass. Her rear end was as tight as a drum and she looked better than anyone when she wore a thong, which she did frequently.

Now however all she cared about in the world was this magnificent cock in her hands. She rarely gave oral and had only given it to her husband on a handful of occasions. She had always disliked the taste and found it degrading to have a penis in her mouth. This was going to be an obvious exception. She was on her knees at the foot of her bed worshiping this amazing stud. She kissed the tip of his rock hard penis and felt the dew on her lips as she pulled back. She then licked the head with her clammy tongue and took it in her mouth. She couldn’t fit much of it in because of its size but she was enjoying herself. She felt the juices from her sopping wet pussy begin to run down her inner thighs.

She stroked the base of his cock with both hands and moved her head further down. It was the ultimate front row seat on this stud and she was thrilled to have him in her mouth. She took him in deeper until she felt it pressing against the back of her throat. She then slowly began moving her head back and fourth. She felt his strong hands on the back of her head as he pulled her in closer, forcing her to swallow more of his gigantic cock. She almost threw up when suddenly she relaxed her gag reflex and allowed it to go down her throat like a big piece of sausage.

This was her first deep throat and he obviously approved of her work. He sighed and leaned back and told her it felt incredible. She was thrilled to know that she had pleased him and visions of him coming over every time her husband was away flashed through her head. She continued deepthroating him for a few more minutes until she felt she couldn’t anymore, and then told him she wanted him inside her, fucking her dripping wet shaved pussy. She climbed on the bed and rolled on her back. He crawled up the bed to meet her with his massive erection pointing at her. She gazed up and down his perfect athletic body and rubbed his chiseled stomach with her eager hands as he hovered over her. Her heart was pounding and she felt him lay his gigantic cock on top of her exposed, wet vagina. The base of his cock was directly on top of her clitoris and she could feel his balls near the opening of her pussy and anus. The tip of his penis was almost to her belly button. He kissed her again and began rubbing his enormous member up and down her clit. She began to rock with him and pulled him in tight. He whispered to her asking if she was ready. She gave a nervous nod and braced herself for what she knew was a life changing decision.

She felt the head on the outside of her vagina and he began to slowly thrust inward. It stretched her vaginal walls to their limits and she softly told him to slow down. He kissed her lips, pulled back, and then gingerly went in a little deeper. She could not believe the sensations. The feeling of his massive cock pushing ever deeper made her wetter than she had ever been before. His gentle in and out motion felt unreal. She could feel her sex juices flowing and easing his entry. She had never known what other girls meant when they said they saw stars but now she fully understood. The room was spinning. His immense penis was reaching places she didn’t think possible.

They kissed and rocked in motion during the greatest experience of her life. He was fully inside of her filling her with his giant cock as far as it would go. She could hear the squishing sound his penis made as he moved it back and fourth inside her dripping pussy. As she built towards climax she grabbed him tighter. Her vagina was burning with pleasure and she held her lover close. Her pussy began to spasm and clench it’s vice grip around his giant cock. She was cumming harder than she ever had in her life. His unbelievable manhood satisfied her beyond her wildest dreams.

As she was in the last throws of her earth shattering orgasm, she heard a slight grunt and felt his cock begin to pulsate. He flooded her womb with his hot cream and she loved the sensation. Each spasm brought more and more of his thick cum into her and she imagined this man pleasuring her every night for the rest of her life. After he finished pumping her full, he slowly slid his mammoth member from her soaking wet pussy. She felt his thick fluid inside of her and wondered if she would become pregnant by her stud. She and her husband had been trying to conceive but with his crazy work schedule they had not had sex for three weeks. Her vagina was still quivering with pleasure from her lover’s giant penis.

He rolled onto his side and put his arms around her. She could feel his warm member lying across her hip. She felt her juices mixed with his ejaculate running down the lower part of her stomach as it dripped from his penis. She even loved the smell of their act. She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. Erin had been fully satisfied and knew she wanted this hung stud in her life for a long time.

Gore Vidal was a genius and one of a kind specie that lived in our time; his writings display a great wisdom which could pierce to the senses of the deaf-mute bully empire.

With all our appreciations and praises, we are thankful that we lived in the time of Gore Vidal.

She was greeted with a stare from the guy behind the register. There was loud music playing from a radio up at the counter. He looked her up and down, then exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. She surveyed the room, then spotted the door to the bathroom. She moved quickly in that direction, opened it and went inside. As she had expected, it was a dirty, smelly, gas station bathroom. The stale smell of urine lingered in the musty air. She pulled her shorts and panties down in one quick motion and sat on the toilet and instantly felt relief as she released her bladder.

She thought about the worker as she was sitting there. It seemed pretty odd to her to see a decent looking guy working in a gas station this late at night out in the middle of nowhere. She noticed how he had looked at her, but she wasn’t bothered. She knew she was hot. She was a short brunette with good-sized breasts, firm and perky. She worked out and was fit, with a great toned body. She was horny. It had been a while since she had been with anyone. Her last boyfriend had cheated on her with her ex-roommate and that had left her a bit jaded against relationships. She began to fantasize about this guy, his body pressed up against her tan skin, embracing her petite frame, sucking on her pert nipples.

Before she could even get too far into her fantasy, the door flew open. It was him, and here she was with her pants down, sitting on the toilet taking a piss. “Hey get out of here!” she exclaimed.

“Shut the fuck up” he demanded. “Now listen you little rich bitch, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way.” She began to feel very afraid. The shock had tensed her up so much that she had stopped peeing. She sat there on the toilet petrified. “There’s no one around. It’s just me and you.” She quickly examined her options. She knew this stretch of road and knew that no one would be coming by here for any reason except maybe gas, but he had probably turned off the sign and closed up for the night. He was much bigger than her and muscular.

She knew she didn’t have much of a chance fighting her way out. She knew what she had to do. “Just don’t put up a fight. Give him what he wants and everything will be OK,” she thought to herself.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big. He moved over in front of here, she was still sitting on the toilet. “Get down on your knees,” he demanded, and she did. He pushed his cock against her lips and she opened up, allowing him to enter her mouth. She felt so violated. “Don’t try anything stupid unless you really want to get hurt. Just suck my cock. Nice and slow,” and so she did. She could hear him sigh; she knew how to give a really good blowjob. She tried her best, hoping to end this as quickly as possible. She felt his hand on the back of her head. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and guided her head back and forth. The next stroke, she began to pull her head back and met the resistance of his hand, “Come on bitch,” he said, “put it in the back of your throat.” He pulled he head forward and jammed his cock in her mouth; it went all the way in. She felt herself gag, but he kept pushing it in. She had swallowed his whole length and he held her there for a second. She was fighting to pull her head back before she threw up. He released and she pulled all the way back, releasing his cock from her mouth and began coughing and spitting. He slapped her face “I didn’t say you were through honey,” and he grabbed the hair on the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth again. He was relentless now, fucking her face, forcing his cock into her throat with every stroke. Her eyes were tearing up and her makeup was starting to smear. He pulled it out and slapped her across the face with his dick before fucking her face some more.

She was beginning to relax her throat enough now that she was no longer gagging. She never had been able to deep-throat before and this was a new experience for her. She began to feel a tingle in her pussy, “This is sick she thought to herself.”

Finally he was through with her mouth. He pulled out his cock. He reached down and grabbed her shirt. It was her favorite tight red top; it showed off her breasts so well. Maybe it wasn’t the best choice tonight. He pulled it off over her head and threw it on the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra, which he quickly relieved her of. He reached down with both hands and pinched her nipples. “Stand up,” he growled, and he pulled her shorts and panties off, removing her sandals in the process. She stood there on urine stained bathroom floor. He stripped off his clothes as well. Then he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around and pushed her head down to the counter by the sink. He was standing behind her and she could feel his hard cock resting against her butt. She felt his hand between he legs feeling her pussy. He slid a finger into her gap. She was wet, “You little slut, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She felt her pussy open as he pushed the head of his dick against her lips. In one hard push he was all the way inside her. She rose up off the counter a little and he pushed her back down hard. He started fucking her hard and fast, with long strokes in and out. She began to breathe hard. She could feel herself approaching climax. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He fucked her harder. He slapped her ass, “That’s it, take that cock. Take it you little whore.”

She was beginning to feel really good. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was getting raped and loving every minute of it. She admitted to herself that she had thought he was attractive and was fantasizing about having him, but not this way.

He rammed her harder and harder and she couldn’t resist any longer, she started moaning. He was panting and fucking and sweating. He pulled out and turned her around and propped her up one the counter. In one motion he was inside her again and pounding away in her pussy. She reached up and grabbed her tits and started rubbing them. He had her legs spread wide and was giving her a good fuck. She reached down and stared rubbing her clit, “Yah, that’s it slut, I knew you wanted this shit.”

She couldn’t take it any longer, she stated to cum. It was an earth shattering orgasm and she started screaming, “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!” She came all over his cock. He was still going as she was coming down from her orgasm and suddenly she felt the pressure in her bladder again. She remembered she hadn’t been able to fully relieve herself before she was taken by surprise. “Please stop for a minute. I have to pee. Please.” He just kept going; he started fucking her harder.

“You better not let it go, or you’ll have to pay,” he placed his hand over her bladder and began to push on it.

“No, please don’t do that. Really, I’m going to go!” He just continued. She tried to hold back, but she was losing control over her body. Suddenly she could feel herself starting to let go. The warm fluid began to come out. She was pissing on him. She was so scared about what would happen. He moaned. She was peeing right on his stomach and it ran down between them. He reached down with his hands and caught some of her piss and rubbed it over his chest and body. She couldn’t believe it. “He likes this,” she thought to herself. So she reached down and aimed her stream right for his chest. He was enjoying it and that started to turn her on too. She sighed a little and pushed the fluid out in a steady stream on him. He rubbed her tits with his hands and moved his body close to hers and her piss ran down between both of them. She could feel how warm it was. They both moaned. She finished pissing and sighed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her off the counter onto her feet, then forced her down onto her knees again. He pushed his piss-covered cock back into her mouth and fucked her face again. After a few strokes he started to strain and moan. He pulled out and stroked his cock fast, “Yes, please. Cum for me, cum all over my face,” she whimpered. And with that, he let go and shot semen onto her face. She was in heaven. She was loving being treated like a dirty whore. She could still taste her own piss in her mouth and she opened up and tasted his hot cum as it shot into her mouth and all over her face. He groaned as the last spurts of cum fell onto her tits.

“You are a nasty little cunt aren’t you,” he said; “Now I have to pay you back for pissing on me bitch.” He stood in front of the toilet and looked at her. “Get over here,” he was pointing just next to the bowl. She wiped his cum from her face and crawled over. He lifted the seat. He grabbed her hair and moved her head onto the edge of the bowl. He grabbed his cock and aimed at the bowl and started to relieve himself. Then he turned and aimed his stream at her face. She closed her eyes and felt his urine flowing over her. She couldn’t help it, this was turning her on, his cock, the way he was controlling her, the warm feeling of his piss going all over her. She reached down and started rubbing her clit again and moaning. She opened her mouth and his piss filled it up. She was so turned on. She jammed two, then three fingers into her pussy and finger fucked herself. He finished pissing and began stroking his cock. She continued to finger fuck herself to another orgasm.

His cock was getting hard. She got up on all fours with her ass facing him and said, “Please, fuck me again. I need more of your cock.”

“Why do you need it?” he said, “Is it because you a fucking whore.”

“Yes, I’m a nasty little whore. I’m a slut. I need cock. Please fuck my cunt,” she couldn’t believe her own words, but she felt them. He was in control of her. She needed his cock.

He reached forward, grabbed her hips and plunged his cock into her cunt. She was so wet. He fucked her hard and she reached back and rubbed her clit. After a minute he pulled out and she whined, “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m going to give it to you don’t worry,” she looked back and could see a grin on his face. He reached down and she felt his finger on her asshole. She tensed up. “I thought you wanted it slut,” he said. She did, but she had never had anal sex before. “Well you’re going to get it so you better get ready.” He put his finger in her cunt and got it good and wet, then took it out and pressed against her asshole. She tried to just relax. His index finger slid into her ass and he began to move it around. He fucked her pussy as he worked her asshole with his finger, and she loved it. He pulled out then grabbed his cock and pushed it up against her anus. She was getting nervous but tried to relax. He pushed on her and she could feel her ass opening to his cock. It felt so big and hurt, but she tried not to tense up. He let out a groan. In a second he was all the way in, filling up her ass with his big cock. He stayed there for a minute and she tried to relax. He pulled back and then jammed her hard. She grunted. He kept going. He grabbed her hips and tried to push harder and deeper. She pain was subsiding and she was getting caught in the sex. She was getting fucked in the ass and it felt good. She was relaxing and he was able to slide in and out easily.

He started to fuck her fast. Her ass felt so good. She reached between her legs and slid a finger into her pussy. He kept fucking her asshole. She needed release; she jammed two more fingers into her cunt and was fucking herself with a fury. He was ramming her ass and she could feel the pressure inside her cunt on her hand. She was in ecstasy. She was panting and moaning and begging for him to fuck her harder, “Fuck my ass! Fuck me like the slut I am!” He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard and she just groaned.

He slapped her ass. He pulled her up by her hair and put his arm around her throat and yelled at her, “You fucking whore. Take it. Take it you bitch!” She was being choked and fucked up the ass and was loving every second. She came so hard that her legs buckled and she full onto the piss covered floor. He rolled her over and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and jammed his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth even harder than before until finally he started to cum. It shot right down her throat and she tried to swallow it all. There was so much that it filled her mouth and dribbled out the side and down her cheek. He pulled his cock out and shot the rest of his cum all over her tits. She laid there on the floor in her own piss and rubbed his cum into her skin.

He looked at her on the floor, covered in cum with her hair all tussled and make-up smeared all over her face. “Clean yourself up and get the fuck out of here.” She did as she was told. When she opened the bathroom door to leave, she saw him sitting behind the counter, just as he was before, smoking a cigarette. She looked away quickly, realizing what all she had done, the things she had said. She ran out to her car and sped away.

All the way to her parents’ house, she thought about what had happened. She was making herself horny again. She had never realized what a slut she could be, or how she could really enjoy such nasty, rough sex. She knew that any time she drove back home now she would have to stop there to “use the bathroom” again. She laughed to herself. She imagined what other things they might do. She thought about that at home as she laid there in her old bedroom, in her old bed, her fingers playing with her pussy as she came again.

They cannot afford to make a proper evaluation to the competence of a person. I know a man named Francisco Pada, he successfully tried his cases from the lowest level to the highest court. He successfully defended his cases with competence and efficiency. The Supreme Court really failed to give Mr. Pada a license to practice law. Shame on this institution…..

If I were to be charged with any case, I would have to avail the legal representation of Mr. Franscisco Pada. His competence and capability is much more than those imprudent “justices” of the supreme court.

Why cant the supreme court grant him the license where the supreme court knew his professional maturity and competence by presenting his case before the supreme court? The foolishness of the court is really incomprehensible.

Tony spent most of his time at the grill, talking and drinking. The majority of their guests were just fine with that arraignment. They had heard his jokes and stories and seen him get drunk many times, they were more interested in visiting with others than seeing the Tony show again. There were a couple die-hard buddies that stayed with him and told dirty jokes and got as drunk as he did. It was like two separate parties that overlapped borders. A drunken boys party and a neighborhood bar-b-que. Janet sighed as she realized, with the way Tony was drinking, she wasn’t getting laid again tonight

“Mrs. Biggs, where do you keep your trash can? Under the sink?”

Janet jumped as her thoughts of whether to use her dildo or shower massage tonite were interrupted by Kevin, the 18 year old son of her best friend, Carla. He was home from college and had joined his parents for the party. This was usually her alone in the house, away from people, part of the festivities.

“There’s a big trash can in the drive, Kevin.” She answered, bothered that he had disturbed her alone time.

“Oh. I didn’t see it.” He was holding a couple messy paper plates.

Janet moved a bit to the side so she could open the door for the space under the sink. She wondered if everyone had a trash can in there, under the sink.

“Since you’re already here, stick it in here.” She answered.

“Hey hon.” Tony called through the window.

“What.” Janet answered, another disturbance.

“Hurry up and get your ass out here.”

“Just a couple more trays to do and I’ll be out.” She replied, impatiently. Why can’t she get a few minutes to herself?

Kevin was standing behind her. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she could feel the heat from his body on her bare legs. Then she smelled him. It was a subtle combination of cinnamon and man sweat. It caused her neglected nipples to get erect. She decided to use her vibrator. Maybe before tonight.

“Mr. Biggs really has a good time at these things, doesn’t he?” Kevin said in her ear.

He was close behind her, looking over her shoulder, out the window. Janet felt his hips press against her ass as the boy leaned forward to watch Tony. She felt his breath on her neck. It was hot and tickled the hairs on the back of her neck. She had known Kevin all his life and he was almost a son to her. She had never entertained the idea that he had a cock. She now realized he did and it was pressing into the soft flesh of her right asscheek. It throbbed and the housewife gasped.

Little Kevin had an erection and from the feel of it, the name ‘little’ was no longer appropriate. Her knees wobbled a bit. He seemed unaware of the contact. He backed up and moved to dump his plate in the can. As he bent over, Janet became very aware of her choice of clothing.

It was typical for her to wear her thin, nylon shortie shorts in the summer. She has several pair and was wearing the powder blue today. She had great legs and loved to show them off. The shorts weren’t so short that her ass cheeks hung out, they ended about an inch below where the curve of her ass met her thighs. So standing, she was fine, but if she bent over too far, well. Or if someone was bending over looking up. They were designed like a bathing suit and had the netting inside, so she seldom wore panties with them. Today she wished she had.

Kevin seemed to be taking a long time throwing away the plates. She glanced down and saw the boy’s head just below the leg of her shorts and though he was reaching to put the plates in the can, his head was turned and staring up at her crotch. Her nipples got harder and began to make bumps in the material of her halter. Janet knew he could see where her pussy was cradled in the see-thru net lining of the shorts. She was about to scold him and ask him what the hell he thought he was looking at, when Tony called her again.

“Hon.”

“What?” She snapped through the window.

What happened next surprised Janet. She couldn’t have been more surprised if Jesus Christ himself suddenly appeared on the kitchen table, wearing a crotchless pink tutu, with a chicken on his head, asking if he could stick his penis in the toaster, while her husband bent over and Madonna crawled out of his asshole.

First, she felt the breath on her thigh. Hot and moist. Like a dog panting. Then she felt cooler air on her ass and pussy. Before she could move, because she was distracted talking to Tony, Kevin grabbed each leg of her shorts and in one motion jerked them to her ankles. She was naked from the waist down. Janet looked down and saw the boy kneeling behind her, his face level with her bare ass, eyes wide as saucers. His hot breath tickled the fine hairs on her cheeks.

“What the hell?” She half yelled – half whispered.

She didn’t want to alert her very jealous, drunken husband to a problem for a couple reasons. First, he would beat the boy senseless. Second, he would accuse her of teasing the boy with what she was wearing, as he had done on several other occasions where his friends were around. And third, he would beat the boy senseless, again.

Janet had been told by several people that she looked like Courtney Thorne Smith, and she had even dyed her hair blond to make it more so. Though her tits were smaller, they were a B cup, her ass was nicer. She had no trouble getting attention from men when she went out.

“Jan.” Tony yelled.

“What?” She yelled back.

Janet was in trouble. Should she make a scene and get Kevin in trouble and possible beat up? Should she pretend nothing was going on, answer Tony as quickly as possible, and then deal with the boy herself? She flushed at the thought of Kevin looking at her trimmed bush. He now knew she wasn’t a natural blond. Tony was the only man who had ever seen her pussy. Now here she was with a teenage boy looking at her intimately, while her husband talked to her through the window.

“Are you listening to me?” Tony was not letting up.

“Yes. I’m listening. Make it quick.” She didn’t know why, but she stood on her toes and leaned closer to the window. This caused her beautiful ass to stick out even more and gave the boy a perfect view of her hairlined pussy lips from behind.

“Bret, was wondering …”

“Oh god, no.”

“I didn’t even tell you yet.” Tony thought she was talking to him.

Janet was really talking to Kevin, who had taken her lack of reaction and her leaning forward as permission. Janet felt the boy slide his hand up the inside of her thigh and push two fingers into her snatch. Janet was surprised at how easily his digits slipped into her. Then she realized, she was very wet down there. It had been a while since Tony had done his husbandly duty and she was ready. Her pussy didn’t care who’s fingers were saying hi, it said hello back. In fact, it was so willing, Kevin met no resistance as he slipped his long fingers into her, past the second knuckle. He wiggled them back and forth like you do to show someone walking, only faster. Running?

There was thunder rumbling in Janet’s brain as the blood rushed through her ears to her face. She saw Tony outside and his mouth was moving but she couldn’t hear through the thunder.

“Oh Christ. Stop that.”

She whispered quietly as Kevin started finger banging her. It felt good. Real good. He was pumping his fingers like pistons in and out of her lonely pussy. Her pussy appreciated the attention and secreted more lubricant to make the boy’s action easier. She didn’t know what he was paying for college but he was certainly educated about how to finger a married woman’s snatch. Did they teach that? She reached down to push the boy’s hand away but her knees buckled, her hips dropped, and suddenly, Kevin had his fingers as deep as they could get. His pinkie brushed over her clit.

Janet grabbed the sink to keep from falling over. She heard a squishy sound as he worked her cunt. She was breathing heavier. Her hips moved back and forth, in response to his actions. It was less than a minute and Janet was having a real tough time not screaming out in pleasure. All of a sudden, the housewife felt the foreign fingers leave her and she had a chance to catch her breath.

“… if we can get the time, then he and Grace will …”

She was able to hear Tony’s words again, but that ended and the thunder started again when she felt Kevin’s hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. The hot moist breath was back and tickled her asshole just micro-seconds before his tongue parted her pussy lips from behind. She jumped from the contact.

“Holy shit. That’s good.” She uttered in surprise, unable to hide her enjoyment in the shock of what the boy was doing.

“I thought you’d like that idea.” Tony answered.

Janet could hear soft, sloppy moans from the face licking her. She spread her legs wider and leaned forward more so that her face was almost touching the window screen. She knew it was wrong. Oh so wrong, but he was oh so good at doing something so wrong. His tongue stabbed into her hole and he tongue fucked her needy cunt. It had been way too long since Tony had done that to her. She purred deep in her throat.

“Oh goddamn.” Janet called out as Kevin used the tip of his tongue to batter her aroused clit.

“Okay, Don’t get all tense.” Tony answered. “We can rent a room if you don’t want to camp.”

“What … ever … you …. say.”

Janet smiled and moaned softly. If only her husband knew that her outcry was not about being in a tent, but because her best friend’s son had stopped licking her pussy and was now working his tongue around her little pink rosebud asshole while he pushed three fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. It was called a … a … a rim job. Janet nodded as she remembered the correct term. She had never had one and quite enjoyed what the boy was doing. It was erotic and so dirty.

“Uh huh.” She half said, half groaned.

Tony thought the head nod and the uh huh was for him, so he kept talking, even though his wife still could not hear a word over the roaring in her ears..

“And we can get everything at a discount.” Tony said

Then suddenly, Janet could hear him again because the thunder, to her disappointment, had stopped again. She felt Kevin grab her hips. He pulled her backward slightly and pushed his hips forward and up.

“No. No.” She said.

Janet reached back to push the boy away but when his stiff cock bumped against her cunt, and her knees wobbled again, she needed to grab the window sill for stability or fall on the floor. That would surely bring Tony running. The older woman bit her lip to keep from crying out as she felt the boy’s cock split her pussy and slide between the lips. The thick tip of his pecker poked against her hole. A couple jabs and he was in.

“Hey, you still listening?” Tony asked.

“Oh yes, baby. You bet. Every….thing. All of it.” She answered, trying to keep the passion out of her voice.

Christ almighty. What was he shoving in her. She could feel her cunt lips part to accommodate the large penis head. And then, felt her lips tighten around the narrower shaft. Kevin pushed himself all the way up her in one quick thrust. .

“Oooofff.”

Janet had the wind pushed out of her. Well, she had asked for it. The blood was rushing to another part of her body and she could once again hear her husband talk to her while this teenager violated the pussy that previously had experienced only his cock.

“Are you alright in there?” Tony asked.

“Fine. Oh honey. I’m good. Real good.”

Janet answered as Kevin started his motion. He pushed in deep and then pulled back to where half the head was out, and then back in. A shock went through her each time her clit was rubbed by the ridge of the boy’s cockhead. His rhythm increased and so did her building orgasm.

‘Oh god, he’s gonna make me cum while my husband watches.’ she realized.

Janet knew it was only possible to see a couple feet into the kitchen and Kevin was back far enough as to be invisible from outside. Her passion was heightened with the knowledge she was getting rammed by a strange cock while she stared into her husband’s face not 4 feet away.

“Are you going to come out soon?”

“Yes sweetie. I’ll be cumming soon. Real … soon. Just … let … me … finish.” Her words were broken because she was trying not to moan. “Now go – oh – away.”

“Okay.” Tony answered. He turned and went back to the grill.

“Oh G-g-g-g-god Kev–in. Y-y-you-ou-ou ha-ha-have t-t-t-to st-st-st-op.”

Janet begged, as she lowered her head below the window level. She gripped the sill tighter. The boy, full of teenage energy only fucked her faster. He pounded so hard he lifted her feet off the floor. His hand slipped under her loose halter and squeezed her tit and pulled her nipple as his hips jack hammered against her ass.

“Oh no. Huh huh. Pleassssse stop. Uunnng.”

She turned her head to look at him. She knew this boy was going to bring her to orgasm right there in her kitchen with her yard full of guests.

He palmed her tit and squeezed it. He caught her erect nipple between two fingers and pinched and tugged it. No other man had even kissed her, let alone felt her naked tit or put his cock in her since she got married. It was just too nasty to deny. It had been too long since she was filled with cock and he was very good. Janet groaned as she watched the boy’s hips pound against her.

“Oh fuck me, Kevin. Huh huh.” Janet panted from his driving thrusts. She needed to cum so bad. Giving in to her passion, she begged. “Fuck me faster. Make me cum. Please make me cum.”

“Oh, your pussy is so tight.” Kevin moaned.

Up to this point he had not said a word. Hearing his voice in her ear and knowing that this hard, throbbing cock ravaging her from behind, belonged to the son of her best friend. A boy she had watched grow up. Made her even more aroused. She raised her head and looked at her husband. If he could see her now. Janet felt Kevin’s cock get thicker and knew he was going to cum. She felt his explosion inside her. She could feel his cock spurting his load in her. That was the bursting point for the housewife. She turned to look at him again.

“Ooooohhhh ssssshhit. Oohh. Oohh. Ooooohhh. Kev—innnnn.” She moaned as she came. Her hips twitched and her head rolled back and forth.

“Ung. Ung. Ung. Aaauuugh.” Kevin cried out as he spasmed and shot his load into Mrs. Biggs’ pussy.

A couple final thrusts and he was done. He rested across her heaving back until he felt her move. He pulled his pecker out and tucked it back in his pants. Janet turned and faced the boy. She slapped him hard across the face. The stunned look in his eyes surprised her. What did he expect?

“Why did you slap me?” He asked.

“What?” Janet said, reaching down and pulling up her shorts. She felt his jiz begin to dribble down her leg. “What made you think you could do what you did?”

“Bob Marshall.” Kevin answered. Bob was another neighborhood boy about Kevin’s age

“What the hell does that little shit have to do with this?”

“He said you let him fuck you last summer when he mowed your lawn.”

“That lying bastard.”

“You didn’t?”

“Kevin don’t be an idiot. I wouldn’t let Bob kiss me for a million dollars much less let him f…… do that.”

“Oh Mrs Biggs. I’m so sorry. You’re not gonna tell my mom, are you? I thought when you pointed to your crotch, and say put it in here, that you were……”

“I was pointing to the trash can, not my … oh my god. Get out of here. And don’t you ever tell anyone.”

Janet glared at him. Kevin became the fumbling teenager again and not the expert cocksman that had just given her one of the best orgasms of her life. He stumbled to the door, his head hung down. Janet actually felt sorry for him. The sensation, when her still erect and tender nipple brushed against her top and the tingling in her pussy made her say.

“You know Kevin, I’ll need some help with the lights this year so when you come home for Christmas, maybe you could stop by.”

Janet wasn’t sure but she thought 6 months from now she might need a tune-up and the boy had just the tool for the job. He left smiling and nodding his head. Janet went to clean up before she joined the party.

the blackmail no. 1

Janet was coming into the livingroom, heading to the kitchen, to go out to the yard. She had washed her twat and changed her shorts. Her body was still vibrating a little from her intense orgasm. She would have to be careful to not be alone with Kevin while she was still feeling the afterglow, or she might do something else she’d regret. She touched two fingers to her lips.

“So is free pussy the only thing available at this party or can a fella get his cock sucked too?”

Janet stopped in her tracks. The voice belonged to Jeff, one of Tony’s drinking buddies. Jeff made Janet feel uncomfortable and she always made sure Tony wasn’t too far away when he was around her. He gave her the kinda looks that told her, if he had the chance he would fuck her whether she was willing or not. Now she was alone with him and he seemed to know something. Janet shivered as she turned to face him.

Jeff was sitting on the couch with his legs obscenely splayed open. He smiled wickedly. His right hand was holding the tab of his zipper.

“You know.” Jeff started. “I snuck in when I saw you heading for the house. I love the way your ass looks in those shorts and I was hoping to get a little sneaky peekie if you bent over.”

He lifted his left hand and was holding his cell phone.

“My wife wanted me to get one with all the bells and whistles. I don’t really care and almost never use it for anything but calls.”

He flipped it open.

“So I’m hiding, hoping to get a look at that tight, round ass of yours and imagine my surprise when not only do I see your naked ass and puss puss when some kid pulls down your pants, I also get to see him poke his fingers in your cunt and finger bang you. But the biggest surprise? You don’t stop him.”

He held up two fingers of the hand holding the phone and made a jabbing motion.

“And then he pulls out his cock and spears your cunt from behind and another surprise, you not only let him, you beg him, ‘Fuck me Kev-innn. Make me ca-ca-cum.’ So, the kid proceeds to doggie slam-fuck your sweet pussy, which by the way, looks very sexy with a cock pounding it, and he does indeed make you ca-ca-cum. I got so hard I was gonna jerk off right here on the couch, but I thought of something else.”

He shook the phone at her.

“God bless my wife, if not for her I never, never would have gotten a phone that takes pictures. Who needs that? Guess what? I needed it and thanks to her, I had it. I only wish it had sound. Wanna see?”

She shook her head no. Janet felt her knees wobble, much the same as when Kevin touched her pussy but she also felt like she was going to throw up. She was in it now. She was in the shit and it was about to cover her completely. She just stared as Jeff motioned for her to come and sit beside him.

“Don’t be shy, Janet.”

As if in a trance, the housewife moved to the couch and sat where Jeff was patting the cushion. He held the phone in front of her. She stared blankly as she watched the slide show of pictures. There was a shot of Kevin kneeling behind her with his fingers in her pussy and a shot of him holding her ass apart with his tongue in her pussy. A shot of her getting fucked from behind and another shot of the same action with her head below the window line.

Jeff grabbed Janet’s hand and placed it in his lap. She felt his boner throb in his pants. Janet didn’t resist. She knew she would end up paying for what she had done. She just didn’t know it would be this soon. She resigned herself to do what ever he wanted.

“I really like this one.” He said, as he held her fingers around his erection and moved her hand to stroke it. “You seem quite … what’s the word? Oh yeah … orgasmic.”

Janet saw a picture of her face as the boy made her cum. The look of sheer pleasure was imprinted there as surely as if a bright red neon arrow was pointing at her face with the words – ‘SHE’S CUMMING’ – flashing off and on.’

Janet’s fingers fumbled with the tab on Jeff’s zipper as she silently slid to her knees between his wide open legs. She pulled the zipper over the bulge of his erection and fished inside.

“I like a woman who takes control.”

Jeff laughed, but it soon turned to a groan as her fingers found his naked cock and pulled it free. He undid the button on his jeans and tugged them down.

“I like my balls free.” He said as he put his hand on Janet’s head and encouraged her downward.

Janet opened her mouth and felt his stiffness go in. It wasn’t as big as Tony’s, but was big enough that she had to stretch her lips to get it in. She tasted the salty pre-cum. She tightened her lips and started bobbing her face in his lap as her hand jerked him.

“Better be quick, unless we -ah you, get caught.” Jeff joked. “Suck my cock you stuck up cunt.” He pushed up hard against her face. “I ain’t your goddamn husband. Suck my cock like you mean it or I might just bend you over and bust that sweet asshole before I go show Tony the pictures.” He ordered.

“That’s it.” He groaned as she picked up the pace. “Oh god, you got a sweet fucking mouth. Oh yeah cunt. That’s it. Suck me like the whore you are.”

Janet shifted her gaze and looked at him.

“Fuck yah. Let me see them eyes.” He brushed the hair away from her face. “Oh shit. There’s nothing sexier than a woman with hate in her eyes and my cock in her mouth.” Jeff said when his friend’s wife looked at him.

Janet gave him the best bj she knew how, hoping it would be over sooner. He reached into her top and pinched her nipple hard. It hurt but she didn’t stop.

“Oh fuck. You’re gonna make me cum, bitch.”

It only took a few minutes of her lips sliding up and down his cock before Jeff held her head tight, burying his dick deep in her throat. He twitched and exploded, sending his cum down her throat. He kept a hold of her, making sure she had to swallow or choke. He watched her neck muscles move as she did.

“Aaaauuuuggghh. Take it all, you cunt.” He bellowed. “Swallow my load, you cocksucking, whore, bitch.” He held her head and pumped a couple times as he finished. “Ung ung ung.”

When he was done cumming, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face off his cock. A thin line of cun trailed from Janet’s lips to his deflated pecker. Jeff grabbed a couch pillow and wiped the string on cum off himself. He stuffed his limp dick back in his jeans and stood up.

“You give a not bad blow job with the right incentive.” He said.

Janet was sitting on the floor as Jeff walked to the kitchen. “What about the pictures?” She asked, almost sobbing. It was the first thing she had said since it started. She sounded weak and defeated.

Jeff walked back to her. He held out the phone, showing her the shot of her getting fingered. It disappeared.

“That’s one gone. Only five more.” Jeff said as he clicked the phone shut. “I shoulda got the one that holds 10 pictures.”

“What???” Janet said.

“I’ll call about what you can do to erase the next one.” He said.

“No.” She cried. “I won’t.” Janet couldn’t believe she had to suck him off 5 more times, or do something worse.

“You will.” Jeff snapped. “And just to prove it. Roll over and bare your ass.”

Janet glared at him for several seconds.

“You bastard.”

She rolled on her stomach and pulled her shorts to her knees.

“Spread your cheeks.” Jeff ordered.

Janet bit her lip and reached back and parted her asscheeks. She blushed partly in anger and partly because of what she was showing this man she despised.

“OHH.” She cried out when he touched her.

Jeff stuck two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. He started sawing them in and out. Janet tried to resist but the combination of her recent orgasm and the taste of cum in her mouth and now this was just too much.

“Ohh God.” She groaned.

Jeff pulled his fingers away and stood up, leaving her lying on the floor holding her ass open.

“I’m going to fuck you in your whore asshole next time, so you better loosen it up.” He said. “Now get your cheating cunt outside before your very jealous, flies into a rage, drunk of a husband comes looking for you.” He put the phone in his pocket and whistled as he went out the door.

Ralph was one of her husband’s friend son, friend who now lived in another country. He was coming to South Africa to stay for 6 months, part of a students exchange program. Sandy and her husband Karl had offered for the young man to stay at their place, and his parents found that it would be a good thing to do.

“My, you sure have grown up since I last saw you” Sandy said looking at the young guy who obviously had his eyes glued to her naked skin.

“Yes Miss Sandy, it has been 9 years since we’ve seen each other, it’s really nice to see you again though” said the 20 years old man slightly blushing.

“Well come on in, let me show you to your room so you could put your bags inside.”

Sandy stood up, and led her way through the house. Dragging his bags behind him, Ralph couldn’t help but look at her tanned back and sexy ass, seeing her bikini bottom disappear between her ass cheeks as she walked in front of him. Sandy sure knew were this young guy would be looking, but she sure wouldn’t mind showing her body to this innocent now grown up man. She always had been a flirt…

Chapter II

2 weeks had passed since Ralph got installed in his “new home.” He enjoyed having his own room, his privacy, but also this big house and the pool. Karl and Sandy where really a cool couple and Ralph felt more like he was part of the family then a guest. Karl was rarely home, so it was with Sandy that Ralph spent most of his free time. Not that he minded, this woman was sure making him dream in his lonely nights, always in small outfits and always not bothering to hide what she new Ralph would be looking at.

She had caught him more than one time looking at her, and she felt flattered that this young handsome man might actually be interested in her. She herself had actually been looking at him from time to time, when he was swimming in the pool, and couldn’t help but think how he’d look like naked. Some naughty thoughts wouldn’t hurt, she actually told herself.

On this sunny day, Sandy was sitting outside enjoying the sun. Lying on her towel on the grass, she new that Ralph wouldn’t be back from school before 2 hours and she was glad she had this afternoon all to herself. Karl had been away for 2 weeks, and wasn’t coming back home for another full week. 2 weeks without a man’s touch, Sandy was feeling horny.. and bored. Her mature body was aching to be touched, to be felt. She was thinking what to do when suddenly and idea occurred to her. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed her husband’s number.

“Hi Honey” said Sandy. “I miss you.”

“Hey baby, I miss you too” said Karl not knowing what his wife was up to.

“where are you?”

“I’m in my office, trying to work honey, anything wrong?”

“No I just wanted to hear your voice, are you alone?”

Karl new his wife, and he new she was up to no good. “Yes I’m alone baby.”

“well, that’s good, I don’t want anyone to see that big cock of yours when you start stroking it for me, hmmm…”

Karl felt a stir between his pants as he heard his wife say this. He was feeling horny too and wondered what his wife was doing. He was alone is his office, but he couldn’t really raise his voice nor could he do anything without being seen.

“Are you trying to get me hard baby?” he said in a low voice.

“I’m trying to tell you just how much I miss you baby” said Sandy teasingly. “I’m just lying here in the sun in that bikini you like, and I was imagining how your tongue would feel between my legs.” Slowly, she slid her hands on her oiled belly, and began to tease her skin with the tip of her fingers.

Karl could feel himself getting hard. “Baby, you’re getting me hard and I can’t do anything about it here.”

“well could you at least listen to me? I need you to hear my moans baby.”

“Ok, I’m all yours” said Karl, stroking his hard-on through his pants.

“I am raising my hands up on my belly, sliding them on my black bikini top, feeling my nipples harden. Oh baby I wish your lips were on me.”

Moving her fingers under her top, she rolled her nipples between her fingers, sending shivers through her spine. She undid her top, through it next to her on the grass, and started foundling her breasts. She was moaning, biting her lips, and could feel her wetness between her legs.

“God I need to get laid, come fuck me baby, come fuck your wife, I need to feel your cock deep in me, filling me ahhhhh…”

Her hand was now moving down her belly, between her legs. She arched her back when her fingers touched her pussy lips through her bikini bottom.

“I’m fingering my pussy baby, ohhh godd, feels so good, come here, taste meeee..”

She was about to take her bottoms off, when she noticed a silhouette behind the window. Sandy froze for a second and recognized Ralph. She felt herself blushing, but she was not sure if it was from excitement or something else. What she new was that she didn’t want to confront Ralph and she thought it would be better to pretend she didn’t notice his presence.

Standing behind the window in the shades, Ralph was glad he came home early. Not knowing that Sandy saw him, he was admiring this pleasant sight In front of him; A naked woman on the grass, her skin all shining with tanning lotion, one hand between her legs, her back arched, making her breasts so hot, her red nails pinching her erect nipples… It was the first time Ralph was seeing a woman pleasuring herself and he got hard in seconds…. Naturally, he reached for his pants, unzipped them and freed his erect cock….

On the other side of the window, Sandy new she was about to lose it, having phone sex with her hubby while being watched by a stud was too much for her. She saw that Ralph was not moving, and she thought that he might be stroking it for her. The thought of 2 men masturbating with her at the same time sent Sandy over the edge. Her fingers inside her pussy, she screamed her orgasm on the phone ” ohhh baby I’m cumingggg…. Oahhhhh godddd yesssss….”

Stroking his cock furiously, Ralph couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He saw Sandy hang up on her cell phone, and sliding both her hands between her legs, and slowly moving her hips. Than he saw her putting her top back on, and standing up. Not wanting to get caught with his cock in his hand, Ralph zipped his pants and hurried to his room to finish what he started.

So horny he was that when Sandy passed through his door heading to her own bedroom, she heard him moan and scream her name. She had to peek through the door lock to see Ralph all naked on his back on the bed, a massive erection with his hand, and his hips bucking vigorously with each stroke. Sandy wanted to just open the door and impale herself down on this cock. Feeling this familiar tingle between her legs, she kept looking through that door lock until she saw a stream of cum shooting from the young stud’s cock and on his belly… She hurried back to her room smiling at the thought of this crazy day.

Chapter III

2 days after this “incident” Sandy was acting very normal and Ralph didn’t have a clue about what really happened then.

“Can I come in Ralph?”

“Yea sure come on in Miss Smith.”

Opening the bedroom door, Sandy walked in to see Ralph lying on his bed wearing only a pair of black boxers and a book in his hand.

” Oh young man, you cannot spend your time studying like that, you should have fun from time to time” she said winking at him. “And call me Sandy, how many times do I have to tell you? You make me feel old when you say Miss Smith” she said smiling.

“Oh I’m sorry, it will be Sandy from now on, and your not old Sandy, you’re just…perfect.”

“Stop your flattering young man and come join me in the pool.”

“what? Right now? It’s almost 10 pm!”

“Well, its still too hot out there, the water is warm and besides it’s the best time for skinny dipping!” Sandy said with a grin. “If you don’t join me I’ll take it that you don’t want to spend time with an old lady.”

“That’s so not true, you know I like to spend time with you in the pool!” said Ralph without thinking.

“oh is that so Ralph? Now why would you like to do that?”

Seeing this gorgeous woman giving him this seductive look, Ralph felt himself blush and didn’t know what to answer.

“Well let me grab my swimsuit and I’ll be right there.”

“Oh you won’t need a swimsuit, those boxers are just fine, besides do you see me wearing any swimsuit?”

“Well , I don’t know what your hiding under this lovely blue dress.”

“Oh you cute flirt, wouldn’t you like to know? Hehe.”

“Ok, let’s go!”

Heading for the pool, Ralph looked at Sandy, her ass swaying under her short dress, her tanned legs standing on a pair of sexy black high heels.

“Hey Miss Smith, euh I mean Sandy, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure go ahead.”

“Well I’ve noticed you always wear high heels, why is that?”

“Why, you don’t like them? I think it makes me look feminine.”

“On the contrary, I think they’re great!”

“Just great?” said Sandy looking at him straight in the eyes.

They where now outside, next to the pool, standing facing each other, Ralph wearing just his boxers, and Sandy starting to slide her strapless dress down her body. Seeing this hot woman undressing in front of him, Ralph didn’t hear Sandy.

“Ralph? Are you with me honey?”

“Oh yes I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Haha, nevermind, see something you like?”

“Well you look really gorgeous Sandy, and very sexy I have to admit.”

Looking down his legs, Sandy noticed a big bulge under his boxers.

“I guess your big friend agrees too” she said with a seductive smile. Noticing that Ralph’s eyes were glued to her body, Sandy felt a warm feeling inside her noticing how erotic this situation was. She got closer to Ralph and without warning, she pushed him in the pool.

“that will calm you a little mister” she said giggling.

“well, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..”

“Its ok Ralphie boy” she said cutting him, “I feel flattered.”

But Ralph once again, seemed lost in his thoughts. In front of him Sandy had finished taking her dress off and was standing in just her high heels and her underwear, a light blue bra and matching thongs, part of which was see through, he could almost perfectly see her nipples and her pussy lips.

Feeling his gaze on her, sandy smiled and turned around as modeling for him, arching her back to him, and making sure to show him whatever he had been missing.

“Wow” was all he could manage to say.

Smiling at him, sandy said: “Glad you like it, too bad I might take it off if we’re going to skinny dip, but than again, you might like it better that way too.”

With that she dove into the water only to resurface behind him. She grabbed both his shoulders with her hands and began to raise herself in a try to push him under the water. They began to play like this, chasing each other, and touching each other, and ended up on the edge of the pool with Sandy’s back to him and his arms around her.

“Ok ok , you win Ralphie.” Sandy said giggling.

“hey don’t call me Ralphie, makes me feel like a lil’ boy.”

“Ok Ralphie, I won’t” said Sandy playfully. She could feel him pressing against her back, his manhood throbbing against her ass cheeks, and she was sure he was hard.. and that he was everything but a “lil boy.”

Sandy was also getting aroused by the situation, and she was feeling a bit playful tonight. She turned around facing him and for seconds they looked in each others eyes without saying a word. Than she broke the silence: “So, are we going to skinny dip, or are you gonna act a coward on me?”

“Honor to the ladies.”

Not breaking from his embrace, Sandy told him: “Reach behind my back and unhook my bra.”

Turned on more than ever, Ralph managed to say: “Yes mam.”

Grabbing her bra with his hands, Sandy raised both her arms above her head and slid in the water leaving her bra in Ralph’s hands.

She swam a little away from him, “That feels better, thank you sweaty.”

Ralph was so teased not to see Sandy’s breasts, so he started swimming towards her. Just then, he felt something thrown on his face. “There goes the panties” Sandy said to him.

His hard-on was almost hurting, begging to be freed from the boxers. Not waiting a second, Ralph took his boxers off and threw them on the grass next to the pool.

“There goes the boxers.”

Raising herself out of the water, Sandy laid on the grass on the side of the pool, and raised one of her legs slightly, exposing her pussy mound. Her nipples were so erect and begging to be touched. Not knowing what to do, Ralph remained In the water trying not to stare to much at her. Sandy was amused by the situation, getting very aroused, feeling this young man’s eyes on her naked body, and seeing the lust in his eyes.

“Come on up join me here, its soo nice to roll in the grass all naked” she said laughing.

“well ,Sandy I don’t know if I should, I mean I feel a bit uncomfortable…”

“That you’re sporting a big hard-on? I already felt it against me honey, and I already told you I’m flattered that my body turns you on, now come here and join me.”

Getting himself out of the water, Sandy looked at this young man’s hot body, his chest, his tummy, and froze right there her mouth open when she saw his hard cock pointing up.

It was so beautiful, so inviting, she just wanted to throw him on the grass and impale herself on him and fuck his brains out.

“Oh my, did I cause that Ralphie boy?”

“Well, I guess, I see no one else around!” Ralph said grinning at her.

They were both now lying on their back, all naked next to each other, looking at the stars. Sandy was stealing glimpses at that wonderful cock, and she felt her juices running down her thighs.. “God, I hope I’ll be able to stop myself from raping this young man” she thought.

Suddenly, she heard Ralph laughing. “What are you laughing about?”

“Well, I was just wishing it was day!”

“why is that?”

“So I could have an excuse to touch you pretending to put tanning lotion on you” said Ralph laughing.

“well I could use a back rub” said Sandy turning. “Now get yourself on your knees above me and please this lady.”

Did he hear that right? Ralph was so turned on by what he was about to do that he almost came right there. But he wasn’t about to miss this for anything in the world. Kneeling on Sandy’s side, Ralph was about to touch this sexy body when he heard Sandy say: “No not like this, straddle me it would be better.”

Straddling her as she requested, Ralph put his knees to each side of Sandy’s body, so that his inner thighs were brushing against her ass cheeks. A few more inches, and he would have his hard cock right between her ass cheeks. Sliding his hands on her still wet back he started massaging her. “Hummmm….ummmm… that feels good Ralphie…” Sandy was starting to moan feeling his hands on her, but especially cause she knew he was looking at her ass and was probably hard as a rock. She was getting so wet and was actually happy she just got out of the pool and still had water on her.

“Lower… hmm yes right there.. ohhh you are good at this…yes right there…further down…yes… you can do my legs too baby…here let me spread them a little for you…ohhh that’s good….you forgot that place between my back and my legs… No not my pussy honey haha, I meant to say my ass cheeks, oh you’re horny aren’t you? No that’s ok as long as you keep your big buddy away from me…ahhhh keep your hands were they should be young man…hmmmm mmm…oh godd…you’re good, ever thought of being a professional masseur? What’s that? Oh that’s my cell phone can you hand it to me please? …Oh that’s my hubby, I forgot I should call him, no no keep rubbing sweaty, its soo…relaxing…”

“Oh Hi honey…yes miss you too, I was waiting for you to call me… what? You’re naked in your bedroom?”

Ralph wasn’t sure he heard that right. He had been rubbing Sandy for so long now she was all dry.

“Well I’m by the pool baby,… yes? Yes I’m all naked, laying on the grass… facing the grass yes… no I’m not alone, Ralph is here with me.”

Karl was puzzled for a second, “Ralph is with you?!!! What, you lil tease, you got me worried for a second here baby.”

“No he’s not with me, he is sleeping in his bedroom baby.” Sandy turned to look at Ralph winking at him. “But if he was with me right now I’d sure fuck him baby, god I’m so fucking horny I’d fuck any cock right now…. Well yes, he’s a cute guy Ralph…. Yes you’d better get home before I let him fuck me… you know, last time we had phone sex, I saw him peeking…”

Ralph couldn’t believe his eyes, she knew that he was watching her and she didn’t say anything… getting bolder and bolder he slid his hands under her grabbing her breasts. Sandy let out a moan…and arched her back raising her ass up so it pressed against Ralph’s raging hard-on.

“Yes baby, and I heard him masturbating and screaming my name….well yes it got me wet, and god I’m so wet now…. Hmmm yes baby I want your cock right now… you want me to suck you first? Yes I know you like your wife’s lips on you..”

Sandy was repeating everything on purpose so that Ralph was able to know what her hubby was saying. She felt so naughty doing it. Turning around to face Ralph she laid under him, reach down with her hand and grabbed his cock as drops of precum dropped on her nipples…

“Here let me suck you baby…” Raising herself on her elbows, Sandy looked straight into Ralph’s eyes as she swallowed his cock. “hmmmm.. muff… muff…. Yes baby I love sucking…mmm, your cock… humm hummmm…. Yes I know it sounds real, I’m sucking my dildo here baby…. Hmmmm mmmm…. You want me to speak with the dildo in my mouth? ….yes that’s your cock baby…I love it… mmmm. Mmm….”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Sandy was speaking to her hubby but to Ralph also. Ralph said yes. “Well not now baby, I think you want to taste my pussy first… yes I know I am a tease, that’s why you love me baby… come on now, I’m on my back my legs spread, show me what you can do with that tongue of yours… ohh…niiiice….ahhhhhh my god, yes.. yessss lick me….harder yess…. Like that…oh my clit is so sensitive….grab my hips, make me yours, yess… god im so naughty yes….hmmm tongue fuck me, oh goddddd.. yes baby I love the feel of your tongue inside me….. i’m grabbing your head now, yesss…. You’re gona make me cumm with that tongue of yours…oh god it feels so good…. Yes I know I’m moaning loud baby, I’m having my pussy eaten what do you expect? … No he won’t wake up don’t worry, besides I could give him another show if he wakes up…. Yes I know I’m a slut sometimes baby….. Why don’t you shut up and lick meeee!”

Sandy’s juices were running on Ralph’s lips, she was moaning, caressing and foundling her breasts and bucking her hips to him… he loved it.

“You want to fuck me now huh? Well I’m ready for that big cock of yours, how do you want me? Me on top huh, yes I know you like it that way. Go on lay on your back (Ralph executed himself)…. I’m gona impale myself on that dildo now, just for you baby…oh fuckkkk my goddd slowly, yes baby I’ll take all of you in me just wait a little…. Oh yes… like that? That’s a good rhythm for you? Hmmm meee tooo… god I feel so filled….I know I don’t tell you this baby, but that cock, I mean dildo is bigger than yours….oh goddd fuck me, fuck meee….fuck that pussy I’m yours……”

Sandy was now straddling Ralph, his hard cock buried deep inside her, her back arched, her breasts swaying with each thrust, feeling so hot being fucked by this young man and talking to her husband at the same time, one hand grabbing her cell phone and the other caressing Ralph’s chest.

“Oh yes …. Don’t come yet baby… I wan to cumm with you…yes…. Yesss shoot it inside me oh …Uunnh…ummmm…oooohh! Ralph I’m gonna cuuu–I’m cumming!.”

With one last deep stroke, Ralph emptied himself deep inside that woman, one that he dreamed off one day ago and now was fucking for real.

Catching her breath Sandy leaned forward and gave Ralph a passionate kiss.

“Yes sorry baby, I was catching my breath… what? No I didn’t say Ralph!… Well even if I did, a little fantasy won’t hurt anyone, would it?… yes I love you to. Ok sleep well baby.” And she hung up. Throwing the phone on the grass next to her, Sandy’s lips found her new lover lips and they melted together.

“Mmm, that was so great…mouah…. Ralphie boy”

“Wow Sandy, I can’t believe we just did it…I wanted that for so long.”

“Yes I know baby, me too, it’s been a long time I haven’t had such an orgasm.”

“Me too, god you are the hottest woman I ever met, I’d stay hard for you for days.”

“Well that’s what I noticed honey, your actually still hard inside of me, do you think you can go again?”

“Well, if you keep squeezing your pussy muscles on me like that, I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Like…THAT, you mean…hmmm.”

“Oh god, Sandy, you are amazing.”

“You are my inspiration baby.. oh you’re moving your hips again, I guess it means you are ready.. ohh…yesss… slowly…. Hmmm god I feel so filled with your juices….”

“Oh god Sandy…move your hips again, yees…oh yess…I love to be inside you…mmm… you know I was thinking of that ass of…oh fuck you’re killing me…yes I said I was thinking of that ass of yours…I want to see it again.”

“Oh naughty Ralphie, are you saying you want to fuck me doggy?”

“I guess I am.”

“Well here, how’s that…you like to see my ass up in the air like that, hmmm…get behind me yes…. Oh baby, stick it to me….”

“I want you to wear your heels for me Sandy.”

Ok baby….give them to me….there you go, how do I look? Oh I know…so slutty you want to fuck me hard?”

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh don’t tease me baby just give it to me.”

“Tell me…”

“Oh god stop teasing my clit with your head…hmmm….ok baby I want it, I want your cock, I want you to fuck me right now…oh fucking god yes…I feel your balls on my pussy lips…pound me yesss….yesssss deeper …take me…”

“Oh baby, you should see my cock sliding in and out of you….god…so juicy….hmmm hmmmmm..hmmmm….”

“Give it to me baby, god fuck that pussy, it’s yours from now on, I can’t believe, I’m on all four…oh god…on the grass…oh fuckk…harder baby…. Outside my house, being fucked by…oh godddd. Oh goddddd….grab my hair yesss fuck mee harder…. Godd, I’m being fucked doggy by a young stud…”

“Oh god Sandy, your turning me on so bad with your words…tell me you like it..”

“Oh baby, I love it, I love to have my ass pounded by your hard cock…I feel so filled….your gona make me cum again…keep it up oh yesss…oh yessss… don’t stop…don’t….oh yesss fuckkkkkk ahhhhhhhhhhh Raaaalphhhhhh….”

“Oh baby I’m there I’m gona….fuck …shoot it all over your pretty ass.”

“No baby, I want it in my mouth…please…I want to taste you.”

“Ahh ahhh here it comes, turn around baby.”

“Oh yes….here let me suck it, give it to me, shoot your hot cum in my mouth baby…ohhhh yesssssssss.”

A stream of hot cum landed in Sandy’s mouth, not hesitating she closed her lips on his cock….and sucked him till he had no more life in him. She smiled at him, and laid beside him in the grass, their hands against each other, their bodies melting, happy, satisfied…

For years I had begged my husband to do some touch ups, stuff like painting the outside of our house, replacing rotten wood. I even tried enticing him with a blowjob on several occasions, yet still he would not do as I asked. So, I took it upon myself and hired a painter to do the job. A friend of mine’s husband owned his own painting business so when she recommended him, I gladly accepted the offer.

I’d only run into him a couple of times when picking up my son from their house and never realized how extremely sexy he was until the morning he pulled up in my driveway. Just seeing him step out of his truck with his tight fitting jeans and white T-shirt that hugged his massive chest had my pussy tingling. I’m sure he could see my nipples straining through my thin shirt as he neared closer to where I was standing on the steps. We exchanged small talk, and then he went to work, but not before I noticed his bulge that seemed to be crammed tightly into his stone washed jeans.

I watched him through the kitchen window, my heart racing every time he lifted his perfectly sculptured arm and lathered the paint onto the boards. His strokes were long and careful, like that of an artist, as I imagined him touching me in this way. I was getting so hot; my pussy was leaking juices as I thought of what his hard cock would feel like inside of my warm and velvety lips. I wanted to come so bad. Giggling at the thought of masturbating while he worked turned me on even more so.

Knowing that I had only an hour until I picked up my son from school, I undressed, carelessly slinging my clothes around the small living room, and falling backwards onto the couch. My fingers found my already swollen clit, rubbing it between my two fingers, then thrusting another inside my wet and waiting pussy, moaning as I felt my lips contracting around my finger. My feet were situated in front of me, on the coffee table, my legs spread wide, one hand rubbing my nipples vigorously . . . one and then the other.
My moans must have been heard. I didn’t even see or hear him open the front door. He did, and he saw me. He gazed at my dark mound, eyeing the folds of my pink pussy lips that were opened wide, my finger massaging my enlarged clit, and the juices draining down to my awaiting ass. Next thing I know, he was there, kneeling in front of me, his head buried between my legs, tugging on my clit with his teeth. I cried out in pleasure submitting willingly to his sweet torture when his tongue began fucking my hot cunt. My lips contracted around his tongue wishing it were his cock buried deep inside me. His rough hands, still coated with paint grabbed my hips roughly, moving my wet pussy up and down as his tongue moved from my pussy then to my ass. I knew I would come shortly especially as he tongue-fucked my ass.

Raising himself onto his knees, he unbuckled his tight jeans, pulling them down, and then began stroking his long, thick shaft with his hand, his crystal blue eyes turning almost black with desire. A small whimper escaped my trembling lips as my body writhed against the sofa, begging for the feel of him inside of me. I could already see the tip of his cock becoming wet. I really wanted him now. Finally, he moved forward, thrusting his hard and glorious cock into my aching, wet and waiting pussy. I squeezed and hugged him with my cunt lips causing him to moan in pleasure. His strokes were long and powerful as his pulsating cock seemed to touch every inch inside of me. Suddenly, he withdrew, bringing his head back down and began to eat me once more, sucking every inch of my quivering cunt.

Raising his head, his lips found mine, turning me on even more so as I tasted my own pussy juices on his lips and tongue. I wanted more, as I sucked on his tongue like I would his cock, rolling it around with my tongue, almost inhaling it. My fingernails made long, red marks down his back, through the thin T-shirt he wore, clawing at him like a wild animal. Finally, he lifted my legs over his shoulders, inserting his huge cock first into my wet pussy, pulling it out and rubbing it along my clit, then lower, and thrusting it into my hungry ass. I came almost instantly, crying out in pleasure as he continued to fuck me. He fucked my ass long after I climaxed, watching my face contort with sexual desires, my body wet with perspiration. Pulling his enlarged cock out of my ass, he drove into my trembling and clinging pussy, over and over again. I could feel his swollen shaft becoming harder, pulsating as his whole body tensed. Just knowing he was about to come made me get off once again. This time I grabbed his hips, bucking against him wildly, riding his purple and red cock as together we came, our moans echoing through the empty house.

After several minutes of trying to steady our breathing, he rose, pulling his jeans up and over his now softened cock. He turned to leave, but stopped and stared at me. My body still glistened with tiny beads of perspiration, the air radiating of sex.

“Thanks. Enjoyed the break.”

“Anytime.” I giggled. “Thanks for the great fuck.”