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Last night my wife Heather and I went to the wildest party ever. My name is Bob and I work at Masterpiece Plastics. We just moved to Chicago from Milwaukee for this job. It was a traumatic move because we had a lot of friends and family in Milwaukee, but a job is a job and beggars can’t be choosers.

Anyway, my boss at work is a young woman named Sherry. Sherry is very sexy. She obviously takes care of herself. She dresses very well and always has a mischievous smile on her face. She has long blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. I have to admit I have had some naughty thoughts about her.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my wife and she is a knockout as well. She has soft brown hair cut short, nice full firm breasts and an ass to die for. We have great sex and try to do it whenever we can. We have two kids however, Ben is 12, and Mary is 10, so we have to wait until they are asleep or be really quiet which can kind of put a wet blanket on things.

About once a month or so we hire a high school girl to sit with the kids and have a night out. Sometimes we even splurge for a motel room and really go wild. In Milwaukee the kids could go to the grandparents or Aunt Sally’s or sometimes they would go to sleepovers on the same weekend. But in Chicago it has been a bit tougher to get time to be alone.

A week or so ago Sherry came into my office. I was at my desk working on a spreadsheet of third quarter expenses. She had a medium length skirt on that showed her great legs and a low cut blouse with a gold necklace that nestled in her cleavage. I was envious of the necklace. She came around and leaned over so she could see my computer screen. I could feel her soft breast brushing my shoulder. I could feel the beginnings of an erection.

She put her arm around my shoulder. “You do a good job, Bob,” she said. She smiled that radiant smile. I basked in its glow.

“Thanks, Sherry.”

She stood up and moved back towards the door. She stopped and turned around. “Oh, by the way, Bob, My husband Pete and I are hosting a cocktail party in two weeks. You and that cute little wife of yours are invited. Don’t worry about rsvp. You’ll be there.”

I went home that night and told Heather about the invitation and about how Sherry seemed to be coming on to me a bit. She just gave me this cryptic smile and said, “hmmmm what does she look like?” Later we had a lovemaking session that was epic. It was so good I had to keep putting my hand over Heather’s mouth to stifle her moans of pleasure.

The night of the party arrived. Heather had picked out a very sexy red party dress that showed off her body almost too well. I wore a blue suit and a beige tshirt. Sherry had warned çayyolu escort me to bring swimsuits as there was a pool and a hot tub, so we carried a small gym bag. We stopped and bought a good bottle of scotch and arrived promptly at 8.

The house was very luxurious. It was a warm night and some people had congregated at the pool. Sherry introduced us to her husband Pete. He was a bit shorter than me with a stocky build, dark hair and a shadow of a beard. Probably one of those guys that has to shave 3 or 4 times a day.

We got drinks, Heather white wine, me scotch on the rocks, and wandered around. A lot of people were from work and I knew them a little but Heather was lost. Suddenly she gave a happy little cry and ran towards a statuesque black girl who was standing in a group of people drinking and talking.

“Emma!” cried Heather.

The girl turned and looked and smiled a dazzling smile, “Heather!” They hugged tightly and then stepped back. Emma was what I would call voluptuous. She had wide hips and big boobs but carried it all well. She had a beautiful face and silky black hair.

“Bob, come here and meet Emma. Emma this is my husband Bob.” I took her offered hand and felt some tingle of electricity. She looked at me intently.

“Ain’t he the handsome one!” she said and winked at Heather, “I might have to steal him away.” She squeezed my hand. Heather laughed.

“If you can get him you can have him!”

“Hey!” I said in mock pain, but they paid me no mind.

“Heather, this is my man, Jackson.” An older man turned around. He had white hair but a deep tan and his age was hard to determine. He was very tall and wore sunglasses. He took Heather by the shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks.

“A very deep pleasure!” He said with an accent that was hard to place. He turned to me and offered me his had, “Bob is it? You have a beautiful wife.”

“Thanks,” I said, “but I am a bit confused. How do you two know each other?”

“Silly man, I told you about Emma. We work together. She works in my office.”

Then the lightbulb went on. “Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about your buddy at work. You never mentioned how gorgeous she was or is.”

Emma beamed a bright smile. “I don’t tell you everything Bob.” was all Heather had to say.

The evening wore on. The crowd thinned. We had some more drinks. We got our swimsuits on and took a dip. Later Heather and I found ourselves in the hot tub with Sherry, Pete, Emma and Jackson. The girls looked great in their bikinis. The men all looked fit. Jackson was in good shape for an older man.

“How old do you guys think Jackson is?” asked cebeci escort Heather. She was sipping a tall drink and had on a very skimpy white two piece. She was nestled up against Jackson. He was still wearing his sunglasses.

Heather guessed 42. I noticed she had switched from white wine to apple martinis. She was slouched down in the water with one hand stroking my thigh. Her eyes seemed a bit glazed and her words were somewhat slurry. Her red bikini looked great on her, barely covering her nice breasts and very skimpy down below as well. I said 45 and someone else said 43. “Nope,” said Emma, “You are all wrong. He is 59 and the best fucking lover I have ever had.”

Heather gasped and moved her hand higher on my thigh. My dick was starting to respond to her rubbing.. Sherry giggled. Pete and I just looked at each other and grinned. I couldn’t believe my ears. I wondered how much everyone had had to drink. Emma didn’t seem drunk but she must have had somewhat of a buzz going. I myself was feeling no pain.

“He can make love all night long. He has such control. And girls, let me tell you, when he gives head he will send you to the moon and stars.”

“I would love that!” said Sherry. She moved over to sit on the other side of Jackson. He reached out and put his arm around her. “Maybe we can convince him to give us a demonstration.” She lightly ran her fingers over the crotch of his swimsuit.

Heather was staring at the trio across from us. I gasped as she slipped her hand inside my swimsuit and gripped my cock. I looked over at Pete and he was grinning and sipping his beer.

Jackson moved up so he was sitting on the edge of the hot tub. Emma and Sherry each grabbed a side of his swimsuit and pulled them down and off.

I looked around and sipped a bit of whiskey. It looked like we were the last six guests of the party.

Jackson had a big penis and it was standing at attention as Sherry nibbled and licked it and Emma was stroking it. The two girls kissed each other deeply and then Sherry took Jackson’s cock into her mouth and started bobbing up and down on it. Jackson was fondling Emma’s big breasts and then pulled the string releasing them from the white swimsuit material. He reached over and pinched her nipples between his fingers, first the right and then the left. She giggled and then moaned. Sherry looked up from sucking and pulled the strings on Emma’s bottoms and suddenly she was nude.

Meanwhile Heather had been stroking and rubbing my cock. I reached over and pulled off her top and leaned over to take a nipple in my mouth. She arched up against me. I grabbed her sweet ass and kneaded her as she çubuk escort moved over to straddle my lap.

“Maybe we should move this party inside,” said Pete. It didn’t take long for us to grab towels and remains of swimsuits and head into what I found out later they called the “playroom”.

The playroom had very plush red carpeting with several sofas along the perimeter walls and one oversize hammock in the middle.

Emma laid on the hammock with her legs spread. Jackson knelt between her legs and started biting and kissing her thighs. Sherry was sucking on Emma’s nipples.

Heather had pulled my trunks down and was kneeling between my legs sucking on my rock hard erection. I noticed Pete coming up behind her and then I noticed he was nude and a hard thick cock pointing the way. Heather was concentrating on sucking me and didn’t notice his approach until he started kissing her back. He looked at me questioningly and I shrugged. Heather’s head popped up and looked back to see him. He reached around to caress her breasts. She looked at me. I couldn’t believe that I was watching a man caress and kiss my nearly naked wife. Pete untied Heather’s bikini strings and tossed her bottoms away. He was stroking her ass with his fingers. It looked like he pushed a finger or two up inside her wet pussy. She moaned lightly. It made me feel good to see her enjoy his touch. I wondered if the scotch had taken away my jealousy and then realized this had been a fantasy of ours for a while. We had talked about it in bed and wondered what it would be like. Heather continued to look at me questioningly.

“Whatever you want baby,” I said.

She sighed. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.”

She went back to sucking me and groaned deep in her throat as Pete pushed his hardness into her waiting warmth.

I watched as a man I had just met began pumping my wife. She was sucking me harder and playing with my balls and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

I looked over and saw that Sherry had taken the place of Emma on the hammock and Jackson was busy with his tongue moving in and out of Sherry’s slit and toying with her clit, sucking it into his mouth and then licking it on the way out. She was moaning and squirming.

Emma was walking towards us. She pulled Heather’s mouth off my cock and kissed her deep while Pete fucked my wife from behind. Then she gave me that beautiful smile. She kneeled in front of me and stroked my erect dick. She licked her lips and flicked my head with her tongue. She put just the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around me. I could hear Heather moaning right next to me as Pete slammed in and out of her.

“I am gonna cum!” I moaned to Emma slightly apologetically. She pumped my shaft faster with her hand and sucked on the head.

“Give it to me,” she said. “I want it all and then I want you to lick me until I cum.” That was all I needed to hear as I felt my orgasm overwhelm me like a tidal wave.

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ONE

Sarah knew that life could never be the same again after the sexual revelations played out over Christmas. It had certainly rekindled her sex life with her husband, George. After their morning threesome with their manager Janet, Boxing day had been a round of duty visits to hospitals and children’s wards. But Sarah’s mind was never far away from the activities of the previous evening. The warmth in her loins were a constant reminder. She could still recall the sight of George’s stiff penis penetrating the voluptuous, fleshy vulva of his daughter-in-law, Bessie. It had been an enormous turn-on. And to repeat the act with their manager, Janet, only that very morning, had provided more shattering orgasms as she watched the penetration of both Janet’s passages!

She had not seen her lover, Susanna, for a few days and was missing her, if only to share her experiences with her. Christmas was always a busy time at the vicarage. She thought about her and wondered what Sue had been doing over the festive season. Certainly nothing as adventurous as her own experiences, she was sure. George and Sarah had had little opportunity to discuss their new sex life until dinner that evening. After the extravagances of Christmas, a simple meal of soup, followed by cold meats and salad.

‘Who would have thought, a couple of days ago, that we would have enjoyed a whole new sexual experience, Sarah.’

‘Absolutely! I thought you were very caring darling. And very accommodating.’

George laughed. ‘Is that the right word?’

‘Well, it was all Bessie’s doing, as you might have guessed. She spiked the drinks for a start! Just to make sure we all lost our inhibitions.’

‘Those weren’t the only things we lost,’ he laughed.

‘My knickers, for a start! And my modesty! But such a wonderful experience. I never thought I would actually witness you fucking Bessie – or any other woman for that matter. I know we fantasized about it often enough in bed, but …’

‘Well, the same goes for me. Now back to normality! And work! More wine darling?’

That evening, snuggled in bed beside George, Sarah felt between his thighs to test his cock. It was flaccid. For the moment. ‘Mmm, that feels to have gone to sleep darling. Had enough, has it?’ Sarah chuckled. ‘Well, I guess it deserves a rest. As does mine. Still a bit sore.’

And they both drifted into a deep sleep.

Life finally returned to the usual pattern, with the addition of threesomes with Janet from time to time. Sarah got very horny watching George sink his cock deep into her vagina above her head as Janet tongued and licked Sarah’s vulva.

The time was approaching for Sarah and George to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary. They would spend it in London with our son and daughter in law, Bessie. For the occasion, George suggested that Sarah should get herself a new spring outfit and evening gown. So, it wasn’t surprising that Sarah thought of Lois, who had designed her wedding outfit. She would ring her for an appointment, and perhaps chat about old times. Although they had a close relationship ten years ago, their friendship had slipped after Sarah’s marriage. But she had many very fond memories of their times together. They had met as members of a local Little Theatre Company, where Lois was involved in wardrobe, and Sarah was the Hon Sec., and became close friends. Sarah had, of course, trained in drama, but that was many years, and three husbands ago. All that now seemed a different life altogether.

TWO

Yes, she would phone Lois.

Sarah couldn’t remember when she first fancied the body of her friend. Certainly, Lois was very beautiful – almost too beautiful, in a way. With a perfect oval face, large turquoise eyes, flawless skin and bone structure. Excellent figure. Sarah herself was not exactly plain, but her pale looks were more down-to-earth. Her face was rather more square, with eyes a moist pale brown, her nose a tad too long, with a wide mouth and fairly thin lips. She had a smooth skin, a good figure, and always dressed elegantly, though sensibly. Tall, slender and stylish. Which was what George admired about her. She looked good on his arm at official functions. And was equally good on his cock in bed!

When Sarah and George arranged to marry, it was natural that she should ask Lois to design her wedding outfit. She now ran a very successful design house, dressing many of the aristocracy. Of course, being chosen by their famous Duchess for her wedding outfit, had given her the seal of approval and introduced her to many other high society clients. Lois had done well out of it.

It was during that period of seemingly unending fittings that the two women had become close friends, and Lois became Sarah’s confidante, a relationship that had lasted. Lois discovered that the future Lady Sarah was a normal woman with normal, naughty feminine interests. Other society friends were part of the circle, all of whom indulged in their passion for the stage by becoming members of the local theatre group. Indeed, Penny had been a professional actor until she married beypazarı escort a very wealthy twit, whilst Jean was a college friend who now controlled her own family estate. They all loved to tittle-tattle about other people and men in particular.

There had never been any physical relationships between the women, though they shared a feminine interest in things sexual. For Sarah, fancying Lois wasn’t a feeling that had suddenly come over her. Not at all. It had crept up on her but it was only now, when she looked across the coffee table at her friend, chatting about a mutual friend, Edwin, that she found herself wondering what a lover she might make. She studied Lois’s sensuous mouth with lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed, her mysterious eyes and flawless skin. Would her vulva reflect her facial qualities? She had often wondered in a casual way. There had never been any sexual pull between them, though they shared their sexual intimacies.

Of course, during fittings of intimate clothing, Lois had touched Sarah’s body in several private places, with a suggestion of sensuality at times, Sarah thought, but all in the line of professional work. There was no question of getting turned on. Lois knew a lot about her client’s figure.

Lois was telling Sarah how jealous she was when she heard the details of Sarah’s lovemaking with Edwin. Sarah had known for some time that Lois had fancied Edwin, so lost no time in sharing her experience with her. Perhaps it was the talk of seducing Edwin that brought the possibility of caressing Lois’s body into Sarah’s mind. It was true that she had shared with Lois details of her love making with Edwin. In fact, it was she who had engineered the encounter on the back seat of her Mercedes, during an after-show party in the large house of the group’s chairman. Fully aware that it was the chairman, amongst several others, whose ambition was to get into Sarah’s knickers, it was Edwin who actually did. It was Sarah who had put him there.

‘I started by letting Edwin grope me whilst sitting on the arm of his chair. It was so thrilling, with all those others around.’

‘Grope? You mean between the legs?’

‘Of course! Where else?’

‘That’s not very becoming of a lady, behaving like a common slut.’

‘Don’t you believe it! We can all be a slut deep down! Don’t you agree? Even a Royal Princess can let a footballer score between her goal posts, and have a polo player ride her bareback. Couldn’t get enough cock, I was told – in confidence of course!’

‘And all over the tabloids!’

‘Exactly! So I can perform with a theatre director, can’t I? A handsome one at that! Discreetly! Anyway, no one would possibly imagine it of me would they?’

‘God, no! You are the image of uprightness – staidness and charm personified!’

‘That’s the public image expected of me. I do have a lot of public engagements to perform darling. It would never do for them to snigger behind my back at these dos.’

‘No, of course not, darling! But you mean nobody noticed? Him with his hand up your dress. Not very chic, my dear. Where was his wife, anyway?’

‘Charity was being groped in the dark, under the staircase!’ she laughed, ‘whilst discreetly tossing off her partner.’

‘And that’s a very sensitive place to be groped! Sounds like a sex orgy.’

‘For one or two, yes. Anyway, like the princess, Charity is fairly free with her favours. Hey, all this talk of sex is turning me on, Lois! Stop it at once!’ Sarah laughed, teasing her friend.

‘It’s you who’s doing all the talking!’

‘Anyway, I confessed to him that it was you who really fancied him. I was just trying him out first!’

‘Really, darling. That wasn’t kind!’ But Lois was curious! ‘What did he say?’

‘Nothing. He was too busy suckling my nipples.’

‘I’m green, darling! Green!’

‘I know. And I’m getting turned on. Must be the memory of that lovely cock.”

‘Well, you can always masturbate, darling. There’s no-one here to stop you!’

‘Ah! I’m not sure a public display is my cup of tea,’ she smiled. But realised with surprise that she wouldn’t really mind at all, in front of Lois. The thought of doing so both astonished and thrilled her. Could she actually be interested in masturbating, or even making love with Lois? What she didn’t realise was that Lois was making a pass at her, trying to encourage her to expose her secret self. Lois fancied Sarah. She was a bisexual at heart. Although she loved to feel a good stiff cock inside her, another woman was rather more subtle in matters of sex.

‘Hardly public, darling. This is my drawing room, for goodness sake. Besides, you can’t go through the rest of the day feeling frustrated. Get it out of your system. In fact, you’re turning me on, as well.’

Sarah laughed in disbelief. ‘Are you a regular masturbator, then? Do you realise, Lois, that in all these years, the two of us have never discussed masturbation. Well, not in detail.’

Lois laughed. ‘Too busy talking about the real thing! Besides, I thought you’d be büyükesat escort embarrassed.’

‘Embarrassed? Me? Well … I don’t usually discuss such intimate details, that’s true. But I’ve never really thought of you doing it to yourself.’ She looked Lois in the eyes. ‘Do you do it?’

‘Oh, when there’s nobody suitable around, I have no choice. And a beautiful body like mine needs constant attention. What about you, darling? You have your husband, of course.’

‘No dice! Haven’t had sex with him for years. Anyway, divorced now and my new guy is brilliant! No shortage of offers I believe. But not me. But I do need the odd orgasm now and then. Too risky having lovers. Oh! Edwin was just a flash in the pan. Very pleasant – but a flash.’

‘I wouldn’t mind him flashing in my pan.’

‘Never actually thought of you as a sexy sort … apart from the usual gossip. You look far too innocent.’

‘We’re all sexy sorts under the right circumstances. You obviously don’t know me as well as you thought!’

Sarah realised with surprise that her vulva was decidedly leaking. She could feel her pants filling up! And, in some embarrassment, she wondered if Lois was in the same condition. It amazed to realise that she wouldn’t mind finding for herself. She’d really love to press her fingers between her friend’s thighs and feel her. But Lois anticipated her questioning.

‘Darling, I’m wet through! Do you think I should phone Edwin and ask him round straight away?’

Sarah laughed at the thought. ‘He could make love to us both! I’m soaking as well. Why don’t we arrange a coffee morning for him, you and me?’

‘A you fuckoffee morning?’ They laughed.

Lois laughed. ‘Why not? I’ll tell you what! We’ll have a lingerie party. He’d like that.’

Lois opened her dress to display her underwear. A white silk halter bra with matching French knickers trimmed with the finest Brussels lace. Hooking her thumbs into the top of her knickers, she eased them down her long legs before stepping out of them. She faced Sarah with a smile, swinging her hips first right, then left, in the manner of a model, to show off her narrow waist and broad hips. Sarah was rather taken aback by the mass of dark pubic hair that spread down her inner thighs and peaked up as far as to her navel. No good for a bikini unless you’re an exhibitionist, Sarah thought.

‘Do you think he’ll approve?’ Lois asked.

Sarah swallowed hard as she watched her friend unhook her bra and whisk it away to allow the full-cream breasts to fall forward, showing the wrinkly brown areolas, each with a circle of several goose-pimples round the perimeter and dark hazelnut nipples. Lois ran her hands over her pear-shaped breasts in a sexy, provocative manner, lightly rubbing the teats. Sarah’s imagination ran riot. She speculated on what Lois’s vulva looked like. Her eyes were drawn to the loins. The hair was so thick that the lips of her vulva were completely hidden within the curls. But not the stands of starchy liquid that had seeped onto them, evidence of her aroused state.

‘I’m sure he will,’ Sarah muttered after taking in the gorgeous vision. ‘And he’s not the only one!’

Lois moved towards Sarah, speaking in a low husky voice. ‘I am Aphrodite, darling, the Goddess of love and desire. Within me is my dark secret, the shrine of desire and the altar of love at which man may worship.’

As she whispered the words, murmuring with pleasure, she ran one hand over her flat belly, her swollen groin, over the clitoral hood and between the slick lips below, before her fingers parted the labia, the middle finger slipping into her vagina, giving her a sensual flick in the loins. Removing her finger, now coated with her juices, she laughed lightly, pursed her lips and put the finger between them. Unable to prevent herself, Sarah put her arms round her friend’s narrow waist and gently raised her face to kiss the full nipples, one after the other. She rolled her lips round them, reveling in the feel of those hard marbles in her mouth.

‘What about your lingerie, darling?’ Lois breathed softly. ‘I imagine that you too have a delicious shrine hidden within those milky thighs. Trickling with the honeyed lava of desire. Our bodies were intended by nature to be attractive – to be worshipped – to be penetrated by man’s cock. Often. We should pamper ourselves, darling. Let’s see.’

Lois put her arms round Sarah, kissing her lips tenderly. Sarah enjoyed the feel of a smooth soft cheek against hers, rather than the rough textures of a man’s face, the sensuous lips with the tongue prising them apart. The stiff tongue snaked into Sarah’s mouth, exploring her inner cheeks. It was long and probing and thrilling. Sarah responded by pushing her own tongue between Lois’s teeth.

Lois took the sides of Sarah’s sweater in each hand and lifted it over her head. That done, Louis kissed the side of the neck and behind the ear lobes, sending thrilling shivers down Sarah’s spine, whilst lifting her to her feet, before undoing the fastening at the side of her skirt çankaya escort and lowering the zip. The skirt fell to the floor, leaving Sarah in her knickers and bra, in a daze of pleasant eroticism, in the arms of her friend.

Lois was staring fascinated at Sarah’s body. She whispered. ‘Take off your bra and pants.’ She eyed Sarah up and down, taking in the details of her body as she undressed. Very lovely, she thought. Sarah removed her underwear and stood facing her friend. Their eyes met and Sarah knew by the look in her eyes that Lois wanted her body. Although she had a few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, her skin was smooth, her full breasts were nice and firm with smallish, well-defined smooth areola and small nipples, perched on top of the boobs. Her blonde pubic hair was not too profuse, and neatly trimmed. The inner labia were plainly visible in the gash of her plump vulva. She looked defenceless and meek.

Sitting on the edge of the settee in front of Lois, she trailed her fingertips over her friend’s thighs and hips, kissing her navel, running the tip of her tongue over her taut belly and into the plentiful bush of hair. She heard the sigh of pleasure and felt the ripples of delight run through Lois as the legs parted. Falling to her knees, she moved her mouth to the area between the thighs, she muzzled the stiff mound and buried her nose in the peak of the vulva, rubbing it against the engorged clitoris. She breathed in deeply to sample the smell of the damp, warm aroma of Lois’ perfumed sex, as she parted the labia with her nose and tongue.

Lois felt the turmoil building in her groin. She didn’t want to come so soon – she wanted the thrill of a new experience to last. Playing at lesbians was not new for her – though she suspected, rightly, it was for Sarah. She thought of Sarah as casual and cool, if not exactly an ice-maiden. She would have to give her friend the orgasm of a lifetime to convert her to feminine love. Kneeling to face Sarah, both women were now as randy as hell, full of anticipation. Sarah was unsure of herself and her newfound sexuality. Their gleaming eyes were fixed on each other, glowing with lust. Their lips brushed each other’s repeatedly, nibbling and tonguing, as Lois gently eased Sarah into the corner of the settee, cupping her hand gently against the wet gash. Then she slowly hinged the thighs wide, to expose Sarah’s firm vulva in all its golden glory.

Sarah looked down on her friend, whose eyes were glued to her feminine charms. The neatly trimmed pubic hair, the damp soft lips. She could feel her vagina leaking, clogging up the mouth of her secret passage. Lois was stroking Sarah’s body that was responding with shudders of delight, her eyes glued to the view in front of her. She was idly fondling the inside of Sarah’s elbow, giving her a sensual thrill. The idea of another woman inspecting her genitals for carnal enjoyment, was a confusing but exciting thought. It was a curious reflection that she herself had never really examined her own genitals at close quarters. Mirrors are not the same. Lois would already know the intimate details her body better than she herself.

The tiny tongues of pink flesh that surrounded the puckered opening to Sarah’s secret passage, were flexing open and close, with the instinctive jerking of the inner muscles. Lois was fascinated. The saliva-like love juice was seeping from the dark interior of the vagina. At the top of the gash, peeking from its hood, was the small button which could trigger untold physical delight. Swelling from each side of the hood were the inner labia, generous flaps of coral-coloured, lightly crumpled flesh flanking the urethra. The vagina itself was set rather higher than Lois expected. But then, all women are different, she thought. Like men, thank goodness. The whole pink picture was framed with tender, plump outer lips, lightly covered with silky golden hair, shimmering in the shaft of sunlight that fell across her thighs.

Sarah was desperate for Lois’s approval. She took Lois’s face between her hands, encouraging it to close in on her vulva. The feeling of cool breath on her labia increased her anticipation. Her body lurched suddenly as Lois tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention paid to her genitals was now swamping Sarah’s thoughts. Her whole body was alive with trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. Her groin lurched and twitched inside. The feeling of excitement grew stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Her thighs trembled and shook as she reached to her very core for her orgasm.

Now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles, the whole of her loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her. Moaning with agonised rapture, the waves of lust shuddered throughout her being. Louis’ mouth was driving her crazy, clinging on to her labia, licking and lashing, her tongue jabbing in and out of the hot vagina. Her tight rosebud entrance didn’t escape attention, either. The long, stiff tongue penetrated it, after licking carefully around the rim, where the honeyed vaginal juices had trickled. God! Lois was working her body like a delicate instrument.

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“Nervous?” Brooke asked.

“A little. I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, Brooke.”

Nikki shares a knowing look with her best friend of many years. She places the veil on her head just so as she looks at herself in the mirror. Nikki silently laughs as she thinks of her white wedding gown, traditionally a sign of virginity, and fondly remembers her last night of freedom.

“Well, I guess I might as well get this over with…”

“You look beautiful,” says Brooke, leading Nikki out the bedroom door and down the hallway, herself thinking of the previous evening’s events.

“This is such a cool place Nik,” she adds.

Nikki and Brooke were sharing a room at the hotel as a matter of cost for Brooke while Bob and his best man shared a separate room. The couple would then move into the honeymoon suite after the wedding.

The El Dorado Royale was one of Playa Del Carmen’s newer luxury resorts. It’s 303 luxury junior suites and 5 restaurants were enough for most discerning guests, but for those who were looking to quench their thirsts, there were also three swim up bars that were always busy. It epitomizes luxury and is a perfect setting for a wedding thought Nikki.

Having planned her wedding months in advance, Nikki was anxious to get it over with. She just hadn’t planned on the turn of events that took place the night before the wedding.

“Are you okay?” asked Brooke.

“Yes. Sorry, I’m just a little distracted I guess.”

“Let’s just forget about that for now. You don’t want to keep Bob waiting.”

“Brooke? Am I really doing the right thing?”

“Why would you ask that Nik?”

“After last night, I’m not so sure!”

Brooke gives Nikki a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She wonders herself about whether it’s the right thing or not, but it’s too late now, and tells Nikki the same thing. They continue to talk as they walk outdoors to the area reserved for the wedding.

Large stands adorned with flowers line each side of the carpet. The priest, a local from the village, patiently waits for the bride to walk down the aisle.

The sound of waves crashing on the rocks below reminds Nikki of her last night as a single woman. She looks at her father nervously. His smiling face gives her reassurance as he extends his arm, waiting to lead her to Bob and her new life.

Nikki looks around at the small party that’s traveled to Mexico for her and Bob’s wedding. What would they think if I turned and ran, she thought. Her nerves were causing her to shake almost uncontrollably. Does anyone notice? She looks at Brooke who gives her a worried smile, knowing what’s going through Nikki’s mind. Brooke was there too. It was Brooke who talked Nikki into it. It was Brooke who played a major role in it. It was Brooke who had a secret that Nikki never knew about, until last night. Now it’s a secret both will share for the rest of their lives. As Nikki walks with her father down the aisle, her mind loses focus on the wedding and wanders to the events of yesterday.

“Good Morning,” Brooke says with her usual cheery voice. “Tomorrow’s the BIG day!” she adds.

“Yep, sure is,” replied Nikki as she wipes the sleep from her eyes.

“What should we do today?” Brooke asks inquisitively with a wry smile.

“Well, there’s a few things I need to go over with the wedding coordinator, but other than that, I’m free.” Nikki yawns and stretches before adding, “At least for one more day.”

“Well get up. I’m starved,” Brooke prods.

“Go ahead without me. I’ll meet you down at the restaurant after I take a shower.” Nikki slowly drawls out.

Brooke agrees and puts on her two piece bathing suit before departing. Nikki has always envied Brooke’s slender five foot seven inch frame. Damn, if I were a guy. Nikki lets the thought go. She gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom. Her bare breasts are showing the tan lines from her swimming suit.

“I’ll have to remedy that,” Brooke says to her reflection.

Nikki brushes her shoulder length hair before entering the shower. Shampoo and conditioner were supplied by the resort, as was a blow dryer and other toiletries. Specialties of the house, each with the resorts logo printed on them.

The glass enclosed shower was certainly big enough for two, with a one and a half foot ledge to sit on, perfect for shaving one’s legs, she thought, amongst other things. Nikki smiles at the thought of catching Brooke masturbating the morning before while sitting on that same ledge.

Nikki was surprised at how wet her pussy got while watching Brooke. After all, they had known each other for years. Seeing Brooke naked had never caused this to happen to her before. Nikki was slightly embarrassed and very excited, little did she know that Brooke had seen her peeking and put on the show just for her. She finishes her shower and gets dressed quickly then takes the elevator to the restaurant. She spies Brooke in the distance.

“Hey Brooke!” Nikki calls out to her friend enthusiastically.

“Hi. Have you talked to Bob yet abidinpaşa escort this morning?” Brooke asks tilting her head slightly.

“No. Why?” Nikki asks, her right eyebrow rises up in an arch.

“He’s going deep sea fishing with your dad today. Said they’re going out to Carlos and Charlie’s in Cozumel tonight and won’t be back for a long time. It looks like we’ve got the entire day and night to ourselves,” Brooke lets out a long wail, “WoooHoo!!”

“Okay, great!” Nikki says matter of fact. Nikki didn’t sound too enthusiastic and Brooke figured that she just needed something to eat to help her relax.

“You gotta try this stuffed French toast. It’s to die for!” Brooke exclaimed.

“Oh my God! That sounds so fattening.” Nikki teased back.

“Yah, but I don’t care. I’m on vacation. I want to party!” sings Brooke holding her knife in her hand like a microphone.

“I think I’ll stick to a glass of orange juice and some toast,” Nikki says to the waiter.

“Very good ma’am,” he courteously replies.

“Ma’am? He called me Ma’am Brooke!” Nikki gasped.

Brooke just smiled and told Nikki that he was just being polite. She patiently waited for Nikki to eat her breakfast before saying, “We’ve got the whole day. Whaddya want to do?” Again, the cheshire smile appearing on Brooke’s face.

“Sit by the pool I guess,” Brooke said, sounding bored.

“C’MON! Let’s go party somewhere. Lets DO something fun and exciting. It’s your last day as a single woman.”

“I know,” groaned Nikki.

“Aren’t you excited Nik? You and Bob have planned this for a long time.”

“Yah I know. I just don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. After today, I’ll be with the same man for the rest of my life.”

“Yah, but he’s a great guy.” Brooke says chattering on about what they could do that day. Nikki listens to Brooke babble on until she interrupts her.

“Brooke. You figure something out. I’ve got to meet Maria for some last minute changes. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

Being left to her own devices, Brooke decides that this is going to be the best day of Nikki’s life. “Well, besides the wedding,” Brooke says to the palm trees as they sway with the tropical winds.

Brooke strolls off to the tour desk and makes arrangements for the two of them on a jungle safari complete with a guided tour of the ancient ruins of Tulum. As she waits in the lobby, she notices a very good looking man. His black hair and thin mustache remind her of Zorro, the fabled swordsman of an earlier Mexico. Zorro was always charismatic, charming, and sexy and always one step ahead of his foes. If only… Her thoughts are interrupted by Nikki’s arrival.

“Everything all set?” she asks Nikki.

“Yes, Maria was very helpful. What are you looking at?” She asks in return.

“Oh, just day dreaming a little. I’ve signed us up for a jungle safari.”

“What? Oh Brooke, you didn’t! That sounds so boring.” Nikki complains.

“Just wait. It’s complete with a guided tour of the ancient ruins of Tulum. I’ve been told that the tour guide only takes lovely ladies,” she says with a laugh, thinking about the guy that sold her the package.

“Okay, who’s here for Jorge’s Jungle Safari tour?” the good looking Zorro asked out loud.

Shocked that her luck held out, Brooke raises her hand.

“Here! We are,” Brooke waves pointing to Nikki and herself.

“Ah, it is Jorge’s lucky day to have two beautiful Senorita’s with him today!” He says very suave.

Nikki laughs at the obvious flirtation. How typical she thinks, but he is good looking she continues. Brooke grabs Nikki by the arm and leads her onward.

“C’mon, lets go!” Nikki says.

Climbing into the open-aired jeep, Brooke asks Jorge how many other people signed up for the tour.

“Eight signed up. I, Jorge will show you my jungle. You will like it very much. Then I show you my ruins,” he says in near perfect English.

Nikki and Brooke settle in for their day’s adventure. Jorge tells them about the area and how tourism has made everyone rich. Nikki wonders by whose standards Jorge based his comment as they pass tin shack after tin shack on their way to the jungle.

Having stopped at two other hotels to pick up the six other participants, Jorge continues to talk in an obviously memorized narration of the surrounding sights. He’s probably not even from around here, she thinks. Brooke is busily taking pictures and eagerly listening to Jorge. Nikki smiles at Brooke. It’s apparent that she wants him.

Jorge brings his jeep to a stop and encourages everyone to join him in a short hike while he talks about the ferns, indigenous only to this part of the Yucatan. Several of the members of the party ask him questions about this tree or that fern.

Nikki’s thoughts are about her impending wedding and whether she’s ready or not. Am I making the right choice? Is Bob really what I want? Sure, the sex is frequent, but what will I be missing out on if I marry him?

Brooke altındağ escort watches Nikki as they walk along the footpath through the jungle. She needs some excitement. I’ll fix that. Brooke gives Nikki a playful slap on the ass and whispers,

“Let’s shake this group up.” Brooke says in a husky voice.

Brooke removes her t-shirt and walks around wearing her barely there bikini top. Its small patches barely covering her nipples. The cool damp air makes them pert and protruding against the thin fabric. She waits for Jorge and the three other men to take notice.

“…it’s said that the bark of this tree had healing powers…” Jorge continues his banal narrative. Jorge stops in mid-sentence as he looks at Brooke before continuing his narrative with a big smile.

“It was used by the medicine people of the ancient Aztecs,” he finishes.

Watching Jorge obviously being distracted by Brooke’s display brings a smile to Nikki’s face. She decides to play along and removes her t-shirt as well. Her large breasts more modestly covered, but she gets the same reaction as Brooke. Nikki decides that if this is going to be her last day of freedom, she damned sure is going to enjoy it. Only she didn’t know that it would be a decision that will forever change her life.

The tour continues with more memorized narration and the occasional Corona to help quench everyone’s thirst. Jorge drives the small group to the ancient ruins of Tulum. The group is given fifteen minutes to explore by themselves and Nikki and Brooke welcome the chance to warm up in the midday sun.

“Well, what do you think of my ruins?” Jorge asks.

“Very old,” Nikki replies rolling her eyes.

“What’s this temple for?” Brooke asks, trying to distract Jorge from Nikki’s comment.

“Ahh, this is a very special temple. It is where the ancient priests would make sacrifices to the Gods. It serves a different purpose now,” he replies.

“Oh really? I didn’t think anyone did anything here but take pictures?”

“We have a ceremony all our own. We’re having one tonight. It’s very private, but you can come if you wish. Jorge will pick you up later tonight and bring you back, si?”

“Sure, um, si,” Brooke replies. Nikki hesitates but eventually agrees after a little prodding from Brooke. As the tour winds down, Brooke and Nikki relax and drink another Corona. The drive back to the resort isn’t long and Nikki is looking forward to lying by the pool and working on her tan lines.

At the pool, Brooke and Nikki find a sunny spot to relax at. The waitress walks around and takes their drink orders. After she leaves, Brooke lays on her side and asks Nikki, “What do you think of Jorge?”

“I think you have the hots for him,” Nikki retorts.

“He IS cute. I’d like to wrap my legs around him for awhile,” teases Brooke.

“I’m sure you would.” Nikki teases back.

“Nik?” Brooke quietly asks.

“Yes?” Nikki answers, covering her eyes from the bright sun.

“Did you like it?” Nikki asks, her lips curling into a sly smile.

Thinking that Brooke was talking about the tour and not wanting to hurt her friend’s feelings, Nikki lies and says, “Yes.”

“Did you know that I saw you?” Brooke asks.

Confused, Nikki says, “Saw me? What are you talking about?”

“Yesterday morning. I saw you peeking at me in the shower. It really turned me on.”

Nikki’s face becomes flush with embarrassment. Her heart quickens, unsure of what to say. She DID enjoy it and was surprised at how wet she had become watching Brooke the previous morning in the shower. She didn’t tell Brooke that she masturbated later that evening thinking about her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Nikki didn’t finish the sentence.

“Like I said, it turned me on. I just wanted you to know that.” Brooke told her long time friend.

Thoughts of being with another woman started creeping into Nikki’s mind as the wedding neared. Perhaps she wanted to sow a last wild oat she would tell herself. Brooke had made it obvious that she was willing, but Nikki had never given it more consideration until yesterday. Now with her wedding tomorrow, she told herself that it could never happen.

“Brooke? Are you really serious about going with Jorge tonight?” Nikki asks apprehensively.

“I think it’ll be exciting. C’mon, I want to go. Come with me. Please, please, please.” Brooke begs.

“Okay Brooke, but only because you came to Mexico with me. I guess I owe you something.” Nikki says, giving up.

They finish their drinks and order two more as they soak in the suns rays, each lost in their own thoughts.

Later that evening, Jorge rings their room and to announce his presence. They ask him what to wear and tell him to wait as they’d be right down. Brooke states in her usual bubbly fashion how much fun it will be. Nikki reminds her that Jorge didn’t say what kind of ceremony they would be watching.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fun. Now let’s go, we don’t want to keep Jorge waiting.” bahçelievler escort Brooke says excitedly.

“Okay, okay!” Nikki says, exasperated.

Jorge smiles as Nikki and Brooke saunter into the lobby. He’s dressed in a St. Johns Bay shirt and khaki Dockers. His gold chains are proudly displayed on his bare chest. One holds an ancient looking pendant, neither woman notice the symbol etched on its gold surface.

“I will take you to my ruins and you will join in the ceremony.” Jorge commands suavely.

“Sounds fun to me,” Brooke says.

“Jorge? What kind of ceremony is it?” Nikki asks.

“A very private one. You’ll enjoy. I promise,” he says, the corner of his lips upturned.

His answer does nothing to make Nikki relax. She notices that Brooke is oblivious to his mysterious reply which only adds to her apprehension.

The ruins are darkened and Jorge tells them to be careful as they walk. The only illumination comes from a fire at the top of the priest’s temple that the girls leaned on earlier. The steps are steep and narrow, but Jorge manages them without difficulty and encourages them to join him at the top of the temple.

The climb is more exhausting then either would have imagined. As they reach the top Jorge tells them again of the ancient ritual of sacrifices.

“Today we make a sacrifice of a different kind,” he says, his eyebrows rising into big arches, his eyes wide.

With that he grabs Brooke by the hand and leads her into the temple. Nikki watches him lead her to the darkened room, his voice is low and soft, and she’s not able to make out his words. He hands Brooke something shiny but the light is too dim for Nikki to see what it is.

When he exits the room, he’s caring a stone bench and sets it near the fire burning in a clay kettle. A tripod of wooden logs holds the kettle off the temple floor.

“Sit here,” he commands Nikki.

Taken by surprise at his firm voice, Nikki complies, sitting on the cold stone. She looks at his nearly naked body. He’s wearing only a thin leather strap with a wad of cloth holding his cock. The leather strings holding it on like a jock.

“Give me your hands,” he commands her again.

Nikki reaches out to him, unsure of what to expect. He quickly ties a leather strap around her wrists, binding her hands so that she’s unable to separate them. Too shocked to react quickly enough, Nikki doesn’t struggle as he pulls out another leather strap and binds her feet.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Nikki cries out, a little nervous.

“It’s okay Nikki,” Brooke shouts out from her darkened corner. “Just play along…”

“She is bound my queen,” Jorge announces as Brooke walks into the light.

Her naked body is adorned with a golden headdress, a gold necklace with a jade figurine fastened to it. Her ankles also are wearing gold bracelets and her arms are covered in a golden dust, sparkling with every move she makes. In her hands is a snake-shaped dagger, also made of gold.

Brooke spreads her arms wide and tilts her head back. She begins a chant and dances around the top of the temple, her breasts bouncing with each step, each hop.

Nikki is surprised by Brooke’s apparent knowledge of the chant and dance. Staring at her friend, her naked body with parts covered in gold dust has intrigued her. Nikki relaxes for the first time in two days.

Brooke walks over to Jorge and grabs his hair, pulling his head back while she licks his neck. She brushes her breasts against his hairless chest, making her nipples hard. Brooke slides her body up and down his, her hands moving over his shoulders, his chest down his stomach until she reaches the leather strap that holds his cod piece in place.

She walks around behind him, the golden dagger in her hands — its metal shining with the light from the fire burning next to Nikki. Its slender point slides across his bicep and forearms leaving a barely-there red scratch. Jorge stays motionless awaiting his queen’s commands.

Nikki hears the sound of drum beats in the distance. Or is that her heart as it pounds she wonders. Having lost all thoughts of her wedding, Nikki sits in fascination as Brooke continues her dance around Jorge’s body. Nikki feels the moist folds of her pussy getting slick.

Brooke continues to dance around Jorge. Her lips find his and they lock in a passionate embrace. Brooke turns around taking Jorge’s hands in hers and places them on her breasts. She faces Nikki as she slides his hands down her body.

Brooke takes the dagger and walks over to Nikki. “Trust me,” she whispers.

“I do,” replies Nikki wide-eyed and eager.

Brooke slides the dagger along Nikki’s skin. The cold metal feels good on Nikki’s hot cheek. Her mouth opens and Brooke places the dagger on her tongue. Instinctively, Nikki slides her tongue up and down the dagger before wrapping her lips around it, gently sucking it.

Brooke removes the dagger and slides it down Nikki’s neck and along the fabric of Nikki’s t-shirt. Brooke then slices her shirt and removes if from her best friend. Brooke moves to slice the bra and watches it fall on the floor.

Nikki’s breasts are red from the sun, but the heat inside her is from the desire that she’s feeling. Jorge moves in and takes Nikki’s breasts in his hands, playfully pulling on her nipples while he kisses her neck.

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“Hi, lady. Come in and take the weight off. It’s hot outside today. Take a seat over here, by the bar and you’ll get a great view of the guys on the beach. Better yet, I’ll get a good look at you. . .”

“Hey, maybe I’m an old goat but I still know how to compliment a good looking gal. What’s your poison, honey . . ?”

“Sure, this is Four Johns Johnson’s bar. I am Four Johns Johnson — pleased to meet you . . .”

“No, no, lady, we only have the usual two johns in this bar. Male and female, just like everywhere else . . .”

“No, it’s nothing to do with the bar. It’s my handle, has been for years. Take a look at the photo on the wall, right there. See that, a 767 coming into the ramp at Gate Tango-2 at O’Hare, with the firecrew wetting the plane down? That’s a tradition when the pilot is retiring. That was my last flight as a Senior Captain with West and Western. Twenty two years on a flight deck and that was the day it ended. But see those four guys standing out in the spray each holding up a toilet seat lid over his head and laughing fit to bust? Yeah, even if I say it myself I was a legend in the business. Everybody knew about Four Johns Johnson, the man who pulled off the best known landing in airline history. Mind you, the company went apeshit over that photo, trying to keep the media from finding out what the deal was with those toilet seats . . .”

“You want to hear the story? Sorry, but it’s not one for mixed company, especially a nice lady like yourself . . .”

“You’re a lawyer? OK, maybe you’re not so nice after all then. But even so, this might shock you. Do you promise not to sue me if I confess my sins . . .?”

“Well, if you’re sure you’re game you’d better tell me your name — hey, I’m a poet . . !”

“OK, Gloria, I’ll tell you what happened, and it was a while ago now. But it was an even longer time ago when I left the Air Force and first became a commercial pilot. I’m talking prehistory here. Before deregulation, before 9/11, God, almost before computers on the flight deck In those wonderful days we had people called flight engineers up front with us and we had these other people called stewardesses out back to look after the passengers. Not flight attendants or customer service consultants or whatever the hell they’re called nowadays. We had stewardesses, and they had a service life of about two years, by which time they were either pregnant, or engaged, or both. They were all in their early twenties, they were all drop dead gorgeous, they were all marriage hungry and we used to call them menu items. As in ‘what’s on your menu tonight? Mandy or the new blonde?’ . . . “

“I can see you pulling a face at me, Gloria. You want to put me on the stand and make me confess to being a disgusting old maleist, right? Well, that was the way the job was then. God, they were beautiful times. But I’ll tell you this, never, never walk away with the idea that we pilots didn’t respect those gals back there in the cabin. We did then and we still do, even if a lot of them are guys now. That doesn’t matter, what does matter is that if the shit ever hits the fan it’s the cabin crew who have to take control of hundreds of panic stricken passengers and get them off the plane safely. Even if they never have an emergency come up in their careers, boy, do the FA’s get plenty of hassles from the passengers, especially after deregulation let all the screwballs loose on us. Rum and coke again . . ? “

“OK, so take it from one who knows, I was absolutely terrified about twelve times flying commercial jets and ten of those times it because of passengers who should have been doing cell time with Hannibal Lector. I’d rather have been a garbage collector than deal with airline passengers every day, especially when it comes to being locked in the same cabin as the mad bastards. And, apart from the passengers, the stews had all kinds of other problems to deal with that you’d never think of. Have you ever tried cooking eggs at 40,000 feet, Gloria? If you do, you’ll find they turn green. There’s a whole lot of strange things happen in that kind of environment. Anyway, that was the way things were when I was green myself, a green young co-pilot living way up there in pilot’s heaven. And then God blew his whistle and told everybody to get out of the pool. Suddenly it was paradise lost . . . “

“God, is that girl on that board wearing a bikini or not? Sure as hell isn’t my eyesight going because I can see every dimple where she isn’t . . .”

“What went wrong? What happened? No disrespect, Gloria, but lawyers happened, that’s what. Come the 1970’s and suddenly the airlines were being taken to court by girls who’d been put off because they were overage, or married or whatever. And the stews started winning the cases. Only they weren’t stewardesses anymore, now they were flight attendants. Before long we had ankara escort married flight attendants with kids for God’s sake, working mothers on red eye flights whose idea of fun was getting back home in time for an hour in bed before cooking the family breakfast. Suddenly we went from being a bunch of playboy pilots flying around glamorous trolley dollies to being glorified chauffeurs for a bunch of slam-clickers . . .”

“What’s a slam-clicker? She’s a beautiful looking woman in her thirties with a wedding ring who brings the coffee up to the flight deck, lays on all the smiles and moves to the pilots, goes to the crew hotel with you, says “Goodnight, guys, nice to fly with you,” slams her door shut and the next thing you hear is the door lock clicking. That’s a slam-clicker.”

“OK, so now comes the three day working trip when I get famous — or maybe infamous. I was forty two years old, I’d arrived for duty at O’Hare on a January morning, and Chicago was as cold as the proverbial witch’s clit. So I’m dreaming of how I’m going to retire in a year or so and own a bar in the tropics and spend my time talking to beautiful lawyers . . .”

“You think I’m being smooth now? Wait until you hear the story. . .”

“Listen in, then, and I’ll tell you. I walked into the company flight center, signed my release, then pulled down all my flight details off the computer. I was going places, none of them I really wanted to, finishing off for the day at Tucson. Well, that was something, anyway. The last landing of the day is always the hardest work but Tucson was an airport I always liked. Never any snow, rarely any rain: the wind can get tricky sometimes, but not often. Yeah, Tucson was a gift compared to some pit of an airport like Washington National, LA International or La Garbage at New York.

“Then, as I was leaving the flight center, I took a glance at the whiteboard on the wall which had odds and ends of company information on it. One of the notations was that Mr Greenmont, the company chief security officer was going to be in Tucson on the same day that I’m flying down. Now that was kind of strange because anytime you have a senior company guy on board, it’s noted in your flight details. I double checked the sheet, but no mention of Greenmont’s name. So if he was scheduled for Tucson, how was he going to get there? Obviously, it had to be a West and Western flight, we didn’t pay other airlines to haul our own assholes around, which, incidentally, was what this guy Greenmont was by all accounts, a grade A asshole. And I knew the only other flight W or Greenmont had slipped off to Tucson well before the crock crowed. Which was even stranger. Airline executives, even small times one, don’t usually travel on rocket flights.

“So, I went to the plane and asked my Chief Flight Attendant to find out if Greenmont was onboard. She checked the passenger list, said he wasn’t, I shrugged my shoulders and got on with my job. After we’d got to our flight level and I’d handed over to the co-pilot I had time to run a few stray thoughts through my head. But they weren’t about William H. Greenmont, security guy. What had my attention was the gal I’d spoken to about him. The CFA that day was a lady called Yvonne Page. A real wise old Senior Mama in the system, maybe a couple of years younger than me, kids in college, but still a hell of a figure, auburn hair and luscious. To me, she was like some kind of Italian film star, the Sophia Loren earth mother type but always immaculately dressed and presenting herself like a fashion model. When she wasn’t running an airliner she worked as a part time stockbroker and that woman absolutely oozed class. Out of the top drawer as the British say — just like you, Gloria . . .”

“It’s a house rule. The more drinks you buy, the more I flatter the customers. And if you buy me one as well I’ll really go over the top . . .”

“Another one all round it is then. OK, so I was wondering whether to make another pass at Yvonne in Tucson, though it hardly seemed worthwhile bothering. We’d flown together three or four times in the last two months and everytime I’d made an approach to her I’d been waved off. Nothing rancorous or bad tempered, mind you, just a stunning smile and a slam-click in the face. So I was thinking about Yvonne and then another girl comes into the cockpit with the coffee — girl! I mean I’m not saying her first flight was handing out spam sandwiches on a DC3 but she was as much a Senior Mama as Yvonne herself was. A nice looking one, too, a blonde, with an ass to pant over. But two attendants of that seniority on the same flight? It had to be some kind of a roster fuck up. Still, I had to go back for a leak anyway, so I thought I’d check to see if we’ve got a couple of young trainees on board to balance things up.

“So, I went to the john and I had a look at the other attendants, and I’m thinking to myself that something ankara escort bayan is seriously wacky around here because the other two FA’s both look like they’ve got more flight time than I have. I’ve got a crew of females on my plane who probably have enough experience between them to fly the goddamn thing home themselves and field strip the engines afterwards.

“I collected another cup of coffee and went up to the flight deck again to do some real thinking. In all my time with the company I’ve never seen a bunch of attendants with this much seniority serving on one crew. If it was just an odd coincidence, OK, but what if it wasn’t a coincidence? I tell you, Gloria, it suddenly occurred to me that it was a set up and I was the set upee. I mean, sure, I made quite a few passes at the lasses, but at least I had enough sense to stick to women of my own age. So maybe the company was putting a big pile of temptation in my path and Greenmont was lurking down there in Arizona ready to pounce on my ass with sexual harassment charges as soon as I opened my big mouth to one of those ladies — or maybe, knowing me, to all of them.

“Yeah, that was the way I figured it, until I had second thoughts. There was no reason why the company would want to get rid of me. Not that I knew of anyway. But the flight attendants, now that a horse of a different color — a shitty color. You see, Gloria, back then it was like today in one way — the airline, all airlines, were desperate to save money. One of the big problems W and W had was with the unions, and they’d got a deal going that whenever a union worker left he or she was replaced with a non-union one. So we had two pay scales, an ‘A’ class one for the long term employees and a much lower ‘B’ class one for new starters. I thought about that for a while and about the fact that I only knew that Greenmont was in Tucson because of that note on the white board somebody had probably forgotten to wipe off. Then I thought about how I was carrying a bunch of FA’s who probably had more years of service between them than any other four attendants on the airline. And right then I began to smell a dirty big rat. Like how come somebody had rostered all these high time ‘A’ gals on one flight? And like why Greenmont was sneaking down to Tucson before sun up?

“I told the co-pilot I was going back again. He looked pissed because he had to keep an oxygen mask over his face all the time he was the only pilot on the flight deck, but to hell with him. I didn’t want him hearing this conversation and I sure didn’t want the cockpit voice recorder taping it either, so I went back to find Yvonne and took her into the galley. She was looking at me about the same way as you are now, Gloria, like maybe I was planning to play grabass with her. But no, I was there to be the same perfect gentleman I always am.

“‘Yvonne,’ I said to her. “Maybe you’d be doing yourself a big favor if you didn’t work for peanuts on this trip — especially down South’ What I was talking about was how it was considered one of the small perks of the attendant’s job to take home odds and ends of stuff that was left over from the flight supplies. Three ounce bottles of liquor, packets of peanuts, individual cartons of long life milk, those kinds of things. Nobody had ever made an issue of it until then, it was only nickels and dimes stuff but, technically, it was stealing. Catching an employee walking off the job with any company property could be cause for instant dismissal if the bosses wanted to be tough guys — especially if they wanted to be tough guys trimming down on the payroll.

“Yvonne’s eyes widened and I knew she’d joined up all the dots a lot quicker than I had. She knew exactly what I was talking about. In fact she was ahead of me. ‘Why Tucson?’ she asked. ‘Why not O’Hare?’ I understood what she saying, because the girls didn’t use of that kind of stuff in their hotels, they took it back home with them in their luggage, and the company could have busted them back in Chicago when they were signing off their rosters. But then I had another thought.

” ‘Yvonne,’ I said, ‘Your union offices are in Chicago, so are your union lawyers. Way down where the buffalo roam you’re on your own. That’s if you should happen to need some urgent help for any reason.’

“Yvonne kind of cocked her head on one side and asked me if I knew anything for sure. And, me, I put on my Sergeant Schultz accent: ‘Lady, I know nothing . . . nothing.’ Then I went back to doing what I was being paid to do, flying the airplane . . .

“Another round, Gloria . . . ?

“Sure, I’m trying to get you drunk . . . There’s this great beach I can take you to where all the ladies go topless — and, brother have you got the wherewithal to go without a top . . .”

“Tucson? What happened at Tucson? Well, I’m not often wrong but I was right again. That son of a bitch Greenmont was waiting escort ankara there, right in the airport terminal with a couple of security guys, a deputy sheriff and a company lawyer. They pounced on the girls’ luggage like they expected the bags to be full of dope or gold bars or something. And, boy, did those guys get an earful from Yvonne and the others when they didn’t even find a company issue tissue. Kay asked the company lawyer for his card and told him her lawyers would be in touch, then she turned around and demanded the names and addresses and phone numbers of the deputy and the security guards. They didn’t want to tell her but I told Greenmont that either she got the goon squad’s details or I’d declare the plane unsafe to fly. Which meant that by the time it had been checked out the relieving crew would have missed their slot into Atlanta. And then there’d be headaches up and down the company chain of command as they rescheduled connections across half the country. So Greenmont crumpled up and told his bad ass gang to do what Yvonne wanted. . . .

“No, you’re right, Gloria, it didn’t do me a lot of good with W and W. I often wish I’d thought to wipe that note about Greenmont off the whiteboard before I left the flight center, but I didn’t. Still, I guess all that happened was that I retired a couple of years earlier than I might otherwise have done. And even that was worth it to see the look on Greenmont’s face when he hauled out a pair of scarlet crotchless panties from Yvonne’s suitcase. He went almost as red as the panties and Yvonne — well, she looked at me and, sad to say, I must have had the same sort of expression on my face as Greenmont had on his. He was hoping to catch her red handed but not as much as I was dreaming of catching her red knickered. Of course I wondered who the lucky guy was she was carrying the hot pants around for and I cordially hoped the bastard would get a sudden attack of terminal prick droop, but that was the excitement over. Greenmont was left looking for a rock to crawl under and I was entertaining the hope that one of those fortunate four females would do the decent thing by her captain and let him fu — er, enjoy her favors. What the hell, I’d saved their jobs, was that too much to ask? Don’t worry, Gloria, you needn’t give me a legal opinion, it was a rhetorical question.

“How about a rum cocktail this time? You need lots of vitamins down here where the nights are always hot and steamy. And maybe you’d better take a grip on the bar there, girl, you must be getting drunk, you keep going out of focus on me . . .

“What thanks did I get in Tucson? Nothing, zero, zilch, that was what I got. You know, Gloria, I had an English grandmother who used to say that kind words never buttered any parsnips. Yeah, well, I heard a lot of kind words that night but nobody offered to butter my parsnip, that was for sure. Slam-click to the power of four, that was the bottom line.

“Anyway, next day, we doing the second day in the three day schedule. Hops and stops all over the south west and I’m on the last leg of the day into Southern California. I’ve taken the bird up to cruising altitude, I’ve told the passengers where the plane is going, just in case Superman is on board and he wants to get out and fly someplace else, I’ve turned on the dead dog switch and I’m waiting for my coffee. And then that goddamned blonde with the big ass arrives and asks me to come back to the galley for a moment. She’s smiling and I’m a seriously pissed pilot. It’s not enough I save these bitches’ jobs without even one of them stepping up to the plate afterwards to play ball, now they even want me to fetch my own coffee. I figure it’s about time I let them know who’s Captain on this plane. But when I get to the fo’ard galley all four of the attendants are in there, something I couldn’t understand. Until Yvonne tells me that they’ve had a talk together about what happened in Tucson and they want to give me a sporting chance at a big reward. What was going to happen was that the girls were going to put up the four toilet seats in the plane before we landed and if I could land the 727 down without knocking any of the lids down, then all four of the stews would give me a blow job at the hotel that night.

“Gloria, I was holding a cup of coffee in my hand when Yvonne came out with this and I damned near spilled it all over me. Well, I did get a couple of drops on my shirt and suddenly I’ve got these four woman with paper towels all around me and stroking me and blowing in my ear and I’m looking over their heads and the passengers on a row on either side are watching all this, wide eyed, and every last one of them is a nun. Honest to God nuns, if you’ll pardon the phrase, with those head coverings and long black dresses and they’re watching their pilot getting sexed up by the entire cabin crew and for the first time in my life I’m pushing women away from me . . .

“What the hell are you laughing at, Gloria? Well, OK, I guess maybe it is kind of funny when I think back on it. But I knew I had to get out of there and get my mind on the job. And then I yelped like a puppy that’s getting a noseful of its own crap as a toilet lesson.

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It was two days later and Eric and Kat’s anniversary. Kat was asleep as Eric entered their bedroom. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Kat was sleeping in just a tank-top. Eric went over to the side of the bed. “Good mourning.” he said as Kat woke up. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” Kat asked. Eric pulled out a blind fold and put it on Kat. Eric then removed Kat’s tank-top as Kat was still trying to wake up fully. Eric pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on Kat.

“Come on, pussy slave.” Eric said as he helped Kat off of the bed. He put a collar around Kat’s neck and hooked a leash to it. He led Kat to the Living Room where their friend Ed was waiting, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

“I see that Kat is ready for some fun.” Ed commented. Eric stood behind Kat and grabbed her tits as her nipples began to harden.

“Yes, Ed.” Eric replied. “Her nipples are already hardening from her excitement.”

“I want you two.” Kat sighed. Eric squeezed her ankara escort nipples hard and Kat let out a moan.

“Hush, slave.” he ordered. “We’ll have our fun with you at our leisure.” Ed went over to Kat and started rubbing her pussy.

“Her pussy is dripping with her juices as well.” he added.

Eric forced Kat to her knees as Ed opened up his pants and slid them off, followed closely by his underwear. He grabbed his cock, which was already beginning to stiffen up, and guided it to Kat’s mouth. Kat opened her mouth and Ed slid his dick in it. He grabbed the back of Kat’s head as she sucked on his dick.

Meanwhile, Eric knelt behind Kat and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. He started rubbing and pinching Kat’s clit, while finger fucking her pussy. Kat started moaning hard around Ed’s dick.

Ed held Kat’s head tightly as he shot his load into her mouth. She was forced to swallow his cum before he pulled out of Kat’s mouth.

Eric forced ankara escort bayan Kat to her back on the floor. He knelt beside her and grabbed her tits again. This time he started licking and sucking on her hard nipples.

Meanwhile, Ed knelt between Kat’s legs and leaned into her crotch. He started licking and sucking Kat’s clit and pussy. Kat started moaning as Ed brought her to the brink of orgasm. “Make me cum.” she begged while she was moaning. Ed pulled away from her.

“All in our own good time.” Eric said as he pulled away from her tits. Ed and Eric picked up Kat and carried her to the coffee table. They knelt her next to they coffee table and leaned her over it. Eric pulled his shorts and boxers off and stood in front of Kat. He guided his dick to her mouth and slid it in. He held the back of Kat’s head as she began to suck his dick.

Meanwhile, Ed knelt behind Kat and started licking her ass hole. He started stroking his dick in the process. When Kat’s escort ankara ass hole was lubricated with Ed’s saliva and Ed’s dick was hard, Ed guided his dick to Kat’s ass hole. Kat moaned as Ed slid his dick into her ass hole. Ed fucked Kat’s ass hole until he shot his second load up Kat’s ass. He pulled his dick out of Kat’s ass hole.

Eric kept a hold of Kat’s head until he shot his load into her mouth. Kat swallowed his cum before Eric pulled out of Kat’s mouth. “That’s a good little slave girl.” Eric commented.

Eric and Ed picked up Kat and carried her to couch. They sat Kat on the couch and Eric knelt between Kat’s legs. Eric started licking and sucking Kat’s clit and fingering her pussy. Kat started moaning as Eric brought her close to orgasm.

Ed started stroking and rubbing Kat’s tits and licking and sucking Kat’s nipples. Kat started moaning harder as her nipples hardened even more.

Eric stroked his dick until it hardened up. He moved Ed out of the way and guided his dick to Kat’s pussy. He slid his dick into Kat’s cunt and started fucking her hard and fast. Eric shot his load of cum up into Kat’s pussy as she finally reached her orgasm.

Eric unlocked the handcuffs and they kissed as Ed got dressed and left.

(The End)

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Let me tell you about my job. I work in a major department store as a loss prevention officer. I am 24 years old, and single. I’m not bad looking as far guys go, 230 lb., 6 feet 2 inches tall and pretty well built.

Like I said I work for loss prevention, a few weeks ago we had installed microscopic cameras in the fitting rooms. Although illegal the company I work for thought it would definitely help with loss control. I mean these cameras were right out of a spy movie or something they had audio, they were in color and had excellent clarity.

Well about a week after they were installed you would see some weird shit. Like there was this one time that some guy taken a bunch of panties off the rack and jerked off on them then put them back on the shelf. GROSS! However there was this one time that this young couple of girls went in to the fitting rooms. They were trying on what looked to be like prom dresses, it was common around this time with senior proms right around the corner. There was a blonde and a red head both probably around 18 or 19 years old. They were chatting away when all of a sudden one of them stripped down completely nude. Man she had a killer body, perfect B cup breasts ( you know the pear shaped kind) beautiful from head to toe. Well the other girl (the red head) seemed to be offended and you could here her say….

“What are you doing?”

“Oh nothing Colleen I just wanted to try on this bra and panty combo and see what you think about it.”

“Well next time warn me okay,” said Colleen “Well it does look good on you are you going to wear it on prom night for Greg?”

“I was thinking about, but it costs so much.”

“Well Lisa, give them to me and I will take them for you!”

Now being in the security ankara escort business you must follow the three guidelines for theft, one you must witness them taking it….check. Two you must wait for them to leave the store with the merchandise….. and three when you detain them they must still have the item on them. So both girls are getting ready to leave the store and they didn’t buy the set. As soon as they walk out the door they are all mine.

“Excuse me ladies!” I yelled “ Did you forget to purchase something?”

Both of the girls look at each other with a look of fear as they are saying to themselves oh shit. “Why don’t you girls come with me!” I said

They both came with me back to my office, back in the recesses of hell I like to call it.

“All right ladies, did you try to steal something from our store?”

“Colleen said no and Lisa said yes”

“Which is it damnit I don’t have time for games! Either you did or you didn’t! (rule number one when interrogating try to get a confession) Well I’m waiting for answer….”

They both look at each other an d finally the truth comes out.

“Yes sir, I took them but Lisa has nothing to do with this.”

“Is that true, I asked already knowing the answer?”

“ Yes, said Lisa it is true.”

“All right then you may leave if you would like this could take awhile.” Lisa gets up form her seat and mouths thank you to colleen and then walks out the door.

“All right miss. what’s your name, address and phone number along with phone number?” After I took care of al the boring paperwork it was time to get the merchandise back.

“All right Colleen, I need the merchandise back. Where is it?”

“Uhh, I’m wearing it” she retorts

“Well ankara escort bayan take it off then.” I said back to her

“Seriously, wear can I change?”

“Listen hear little miss, I said strip down and give me the merchandise!”

So Colleen turned around and took off her clothes very slowly and you could tell she was nervous she was shaking like a leaf. I was staring at her ass and just trying to imagine what it would be like to fuck her in it. When she turned around to hand me the merchandise, absolutely naked. Man, this girl had a beautiful body as well. She was shaven down there and had perk little tits and a beautiful face.

“Thank you I told her, now I need to call your mom or dad and have them come pick you up and have them sign a document that states that you are not to come in this store for a year.“

“No, please don’t call my parents, isn’t there something that I could do to make you forget about this?” she said with a sly grin on her face

Just then she approached me and put her hand on my package and massaged it while kissing my neck. Now I’m not stupid, I was ready to teach this young girl a few things. but first I wanted to feel that mouth on my cock and bad. I started to push her head down and she knew just what I wanted she started to unzip my pants and pulled my cock out and man this girl sucked like a Hoover.

She was sucking me so good that before I knew it I was ready to blow….

“I’m gonna come honey!” I yelled

“Go ahead I want to taste all of you.” Colleen mumbled

So I blew it all in her mouth and she didn’t let a drip out. She turned around and started to get dressed….

“Hey wait one damn minute here girl, I’m not through yet.” she escort ankara looked at me like what else do you want. So I told her that I wanted to fuck her.

She retorted with…”No, I’m a virgin, and I want to save it.”

“Oh well bitch, you are gonna get it and get it good.” I pushed her against the wall and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I cautiously removed on hand and handcuffed it to the desk and then the other hand to the other desk leg. Now she was bent over the desk and yelling so I took a piece of packaging tape and taped her mouth shut. man was she hot.

I started to finger her clit a little when I could sense that she was ready to go I told her that if she was a good girl that I would remove the gag. She nodded her head in approval. I removed the gag then started back at the clit and was using what I like to call the shocker which is two fingers in the pussy and the pinkie in the ass. she was bucking and moaning then she tensed up and she let it go and came all over the place. After I wiped her stuff off her leg I decided that now was the time to stick it in. So I slipped on a rubber that way she wouldn’t get pregnant and I could leave it in her instead of having to pull out early which I hated to do. I started to push it in slowly and tears filled her eyes. I told her to just relax and that it would get better. After the hymen broke I started to fuck her pussy with a little more speed. She loved it she was pushing back against me to get the full effect.

That is when I decided to get control again and pulled it out and stick it in her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy. Man, It felt good against my cock. Faster and Faster I went till I felt the stirring in my balls and then I let her have it. After I was done, I let her up and she got dressed and asked if she could leave. I told her yes and she gave me a deep passionate kiss and as she was leaving she said…

“Hey same time next week and maybe this time Lisa can stay here.”

Man I can’t wait till next week…

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Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction, but mostly fantasy. All persons depicted within are over 18 years of age. A romantic vision; all persons and places are fictional. Any reference to real people and places are incidental in nature and unintentional. The majority of this story is romantic in nature, between a man and a woman, however, this story includes sexual relations between two women, and between two women and a man that will include various fetish scenarios. If this is not what you are looking for, please find another story.

Author’s Note: Thank you for sticking with me and for all the positive feedback I have received as well as the constructive criticism. It took a lot of courage, on my part, to submit a story to this site. I still struggle with holding onto that courage when submitting chapters such as the following, but your positive feedback in comments and private direct messages has helped me push forward and continue this story, so thank you all. I appreciate you, the reader, more than I thought possible. Thank you for the inspiration.

Chapter 6: Communion

I awoke early the next morning suffocating, or very nearly, anyway, sandwiched between David and Jocelyn. David had his arm wrapped around my torso, spooning my back and buttocks, while Jocelyn’s long leg was slung over both our hips. I felt like a caterpillar encased in its cocoon.

Very carefully, I shimmed down between their bodies, emerging from the cocoon of limbs and sheets at the foot of the bed. I looked back once I was free, studying David’s glorious face in the darkened room that was steadily growing lighter with the rising sun.

He looked so peaceful, and so heart-wrenchingly beautiful that I allowed myself these few moments to just simply drink the sight of him in, kind of reassuring myself that last night really wasn’t a dream.

Jocelyn too, looked peaceful, her features softened somehow in sleep, still alluring in their sexually-ambiguous details. I tiptoed across the room and through the arch-way that led to the bathroom, then slipped into the enclosed toilet, relieving the urgent call that had awoken me in the first place.

Glancing at the dainty watch on my wrist, it was not yet six in the morning. I tried not to meet my eyes in the mirror over the sink as I washed my hands and threw water on my face. Not out of vanity. I didn’t need a mirror to know that I looked like I had been ‘rode hard and put away wet,’ as the saying goes, for I was. I couldn’t look in the mirror because I couldn’t yet face what I had done last night, couldn’t yet meet what lay over that line I had finally crossed.

I found either David’s or Jocelyn’s small comb and attempted to combat the snarled mass that was my morning hair. After managing to regain some kind of order, I tied it into a knot at the back of my head and thrust the tines of the short comb through the strands to hold the knot in place like a clip. It worked fairly well and I was pleased with the results.

Giving up hope for a tooth brush, I rinsed my mouth out with some mouthwash I found in the bathroom cabinet, and then made my way silently to the walk in closet, picking up my fallen clothes on the way. I quickly donned my bra, but tucked my soiled panties into the pocket of my jeans, borrowing instead a pair of David’s boxer briefs, rolling the top down until they fit appropriately.

I pulled on my pants from the day before, but borrowed another article of David’s clothing, this time a faded gray cotton tee that he probably used as an undershirt. It was soft and warm and smelled gently of David’s cologne despite being laundered.

I shoved my feet into my vans and slipped from the room, shirt in hand from yesterday, leaving the two sleeping peacefully. I felt wide awake, though we probably all fell asleep around midnight. It was that damned internal alarm clock you develop as one does when you deal with daily responsibilities like getting your child ready for school and out the door so that you can make it to work on time as well. That alarm clock functioned on weekends too, no matter how hard I tried to silence it.

I found my purse on the table in the entrance hall just where I’d left it yesterday evening. I put my folded shirt beneath it so I wouldn’t forget it. My phone was alive enough to check my messages, but not alive enough to last through a phone call to my son, I surmised, not that he would be awake at this time to receive it, so I stowed it back in my purse. I could charge it in the car on the way home and call him then.

Alone in the house, with the children and their parents sleeping, I didn’t quite know what to do with myself so I wandered into the family room, stopping in front of the large bay windows. The view was just as breathtaking as yesterday, more so now with the rising sun painting the sky with its vivid rays of choral pinks and sherbet oranges amid the baby blues.

Alone, I soon became lost in thought. I knew I needed to leave today. It was Sunday and tomorrow was the first day back to school after ankara escort two weeks of winter break and I had lessons to prepare. The conference was ending today too, and I was supposed to be picking Bradley up from his grandparents by three pm at the latest.

At that thought, I was suddenly consumed with a longing for my son that brought my breath up short. I ached for the familiar weight of him in my arms, for his big, toothy grin and hearty laughter. After all I had gone through this past year with losing his father in such a meaningless, senseless way… he was that place of safety, that constant I could turn to in all the chaos of loss.

Caring for my son had kept me sane, kept me whole. Really, he was what had kept me waking up every morning, and there had been some mornings this past year that I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Without my son, I would have lost myself when I lost his father.

I felt selfish, suddenly, that I had spent the night in the arms of my my ex and his wife, that I was thinking of bringing us to this tempting paradise of love and safety without talking to him, without thinking, really thinking, about what it would mean to him, how it would affect his life and not just mine.

The clatter of a door and stomping of little feet clamored suddenly, interrupting my brooding, and I turned to see little Bree flying down the stairs, her nightgown billowing out like a sail behind her with Buckley bouncing after.

“HI!” She practically shouted at me. “You’re still here!”

“Yes, but your Mommy and Daddy and brother are all still sleeping, so… shhh.” I held my hand to my lips and she smiled and did the same. Buckley seemed to understand my request too, for he was silent as he wiggled and sashayed his little butt around me.

“I’m glad you stayed, Ms. Rosaline,” Bree whispered loudly. She hugged my waist and I smiled, smoothing back her tangled brown hair.

“Well, thank you, Miss Bree.” I echoed her polite greeting, marveling at the manners her parents had taught her. My son had never called anyone Ms, Miss, or Mister in his life.

Her innocent truth and unabashed joy was contagious, though, and I felt my spirits lifting. How could one not feel uplifted when confronted with such adorableness as Bree.

“Buckley woke me up. He sleeps with me ’cause I get scared of the dark sometimes, and he helps me. I think he heard you down here, but I need to let him out to go potty anyway.”

“Ok, lead the way.” I gestured and she turned to the front door. “Oh, do you let him out in the front yard, then?”

“Yeah, ’cause otherwise he’d have to go down the steps on the deck and that’s too far for me to follow. I don’t like climbing all those steps.” I laughed at that and unlatched the front door for the pair.

It was cold outside, in a sting your face kind of way, and our breaths wafted out in front of us. Buckley made short work of his morning chore and all three of us thankfully made our way back into the warmth of the house.

“Are you going back up to bed, then?” I asked Bree.

“Naw, I’m not sleepy anymore, but I am hungry. Will you help me get cereal down? My brother usually helps me if mommy and daddy sleep late, but he’s not up yet either.”

“Of course.” I followed her into the spacious kitchen which was swathed in those same sunrise colors that spilled from all the large windows overlooking the deck/balcony and back yard. Bree led me into the pantry at the back of the kitchen and pointed to some sugary looking cereal, but my eyes roved over the shelves, admiring the fully stocked pantry and inspiration struck.

In no time, I had Bree propped up on a stool at the kitchen island stirring a large mixing bowl of flower, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, salt, milk, and eggs for our pancake batter, while I mashed bananas with ground nutmeg, cinnamon, and ginger.

The alluring smell of banana pancakes cooking on a buttered cast iron griddle I unearthed from a lower cabinet must have wafted upstairs, because Jamie soon joined us. He looked slightly less rumpled than his sister, though his thick dark hair was slightly flattened in places. As he was older and nearly as tall as I, I had him help flip pancakes, Buckley eagerly waiting around our ankles for a poorly flipped pancake to go flying.

These two were such a joy, and I had that same kind of ache for my son watching them work together, scooping batter and happily flipping pancakes. Bananas were Bradley’s favorite fruit and we made banana pancakes almost every Sunday just like this, in a large batch that could be frozen for a quick breakfast during the week.

It was this sight, with me helping Jamie flip a particularly large pancake that Bree had poured with Bree and Buckley cheering us on, that greeted David’s eyes a bit later. I didn’t know how long he had been standing there, leaning casually against the doorway, but I suddenly sensed that he was there.

I turned and drank him in. He was rumpled looking still, his hair tousled like Jamie’s, just all over ankara escort bayan the place. He was wearing some baggy knit pajama pants that were long on the cuff for just the toes of his large, flat feet were peeking out, and had on the same soft cotton tee that I had on, white instead of gray.

I met his eyes, electric blue in the early morning light, and I smiled gently at him. His face was full of what I knew was that same aching longing fueled by love that I had felt sharply here and there for my son all morning. It tugged at me, called to me, and I bit my lip.

I knew right then and there that I would do anything within my power to answer that call. How could I say no to such powerful love. A love that spanned a 15 year distance? That literally stood the test of time? I would be a fool to turn it away again, to throw away the chance to love and be loved unconditionally, wouldn’t I?

But no, that silent voice hissed at the back of my mind, not unconditionally, was it? The condition being that I had to be here, to live here, and take Jocelyn too, in order to hold on to that love, to partake in it, to keep it whole and undamaged, for it would be damaged if he was removed from his family. I knew that more now than ever having watched them all together.

I sighed and turned back to the pancakes, helping Jamie unstick the large one from the griddle. I felt David walk up, felt his heat at my back. He stroked my arm surreptitiously with the back of his hand and whispered in my ear.

“Hey, you ok?” I nodded back, unable at the moment to speak. I knew that if I looked at him, I would lose what little control I had and tears would flow, as they always did, whenever I was faced with any challenge, no matter how small. I don’t know why that happens to me, it just does, and right now I freaking hated it. Except with my students. I can always maintain control in my classroom. It was like that cop thing Jocelyn did, turning her heart on and off like that. It was just too bad I didn’t have that same control when it came to David.

“Daddy!” Bree shouted, catapulting herself off of her stool and into her father’s arms with a flying leap. “Ms. Rosaline made PANCAKES! With BANANAS! Can you believe it? The bananas are INSIDE! She didn’t even use the stuff from the yellow box! I didn’t even know you could do that! And I helped! I made PANCAKES, with BANANAS! Isn’t it amazing?!”

“Yes,” David gasped, for Bree had caught him in the stomach with a flying knee.

“Yes, love, it is amazing. She is pretty amazing, isn’t she?”

“I can’t wait to eat ’em.”

“Me either. They look delicious. You did a good job, Bree.”

“Yes, you did. You were a big help.” I kissed her head and felt David kiss the back of mine. “And you too, Mr. Jamie. You were a big help.” I pulled him into a side hug and Jamie smiled that soft, humble smile I saw so often on his father’s face.

“Well, while you three finish those pancakes, I’m going to make some coffee. Can I tempt you, Rosie?” I caught his eyes and he smirked. That word tempt had a little more emphasis on it than was necessary, and he knew it.

“Yes. As you always do,” I quipped back. David grinned cheekily at me at turned to the coffee nook that housed a fancy espresso machine nestled alongside a pedestrian Keurig next to the double ovens on the center wall. Jamie retrieved maple syrup from the pantry at my request and Bree helped me set the little breakfast table in the nook just beside the sliding glass door that led to the deck.

“That shirt looks good on you, by the way,” David said softly to me when he handed me a cup of dark, aromatic coffee moments later. I blushed at the seductive note in his deep voice.

“Thank you. I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it. That, and a pair of your shorts.” I hooked my thumb into my waistband and pulled the rolled top of his boxer-briefs up enough so that he could see. His eyes widened, his brows lifting nearly to his hair line.

“Oh yeah? Hmmm… no problem.” His voice broke on the last word and I smiled, glad to have given him back some of what he was giving out.

Just as David was pouring some vanilla creamer into both our coffees, Jocelyn joined us.

“Yum! This looks amazing.” Bree bounced around her mother, shouting her incredulity of having helped to make the pancakes that morning from SCRATCH!.

Jocelyn listened with a contented smile on her face. David poured a cup of coffee for her and she took it, black, taking a grateful sip as if to endure the hopping bubble of Bree’s jubilant play-by-play of pancake making so early in the morning.

“…And Jamie helped flip pancakes!” She pulled her mother to the table with the steaming stack of pancakes I had just sat sat in the middle. “Come on, come on! Let’s eat them!” Jocelyn laughed and tousled Jamie’s already tousled hair.

“Good job, Bree and Jamie. Did you thank Miss Rosaline?”

“Thank you, Ms. Rosaline.” They said in unison.

“Of course. Dig in.” David and I sat as well, escort ankara but I did not take a pancake, content to watch the children eat them instead and just enjoyed this delicious coffee David had made for me. He must have access to the good stuff here in the bay area, because the coffee was rich and flavorful. I wanted nothing, not even banana pancakes to spoil the flavor.

I was having too much fun watching the children enjoy them anyway, thinking happily of my own son and making comparisons. Bree seemed enraptured by the pancakes, and was soon a syrupy mess, eating with abandon, much like Bradley did. Jamie ate more tidily but with just as much gusto, just like his father.

“You’ll have to excuse the children. The most either of us can manage is pancakes from a box or frozen waffles. They are in heaven right now.” Jocelyn said. “And me too. These are freaking delicious, Rosaline.”

“Yes they are,” David said thickly around a mouthful of pancake.

“Thank you,” I blushed again with their praise. It was nice to feel appreciated. “And seriously, no excuse needed. They did all the work, so they deserve the reward, right kiddos?”

“Mmmphm.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetie,” Jocelyn admonished Bree who simply shoved another forkful of pancake into her mouth by way of apology.

When more than half the ample stack was demolished, Jocelyn sent Bree and Jamie upstairs to clean up and brush their teeth.

“So,” Jocelyn began, breaking the silence after the children were safely upstairs.

“How are you doing in there? Any regrets?” I looked up and caught her eyes, catching her smile of encouragement. I tried and failed to deliver one of my own.

“I’m… I think I’m ok.”

“Really?” She asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I mean… maybe it’s better to say, I will be. But I’m not a piece of glass, you guys. I’m not about to break. Promise.”

“All right, message received.” Jocelyn conceded and resumed sipping her coffee.

“Let’s just give her some space, Joss.” David said gently, without reproach.

“Really, guys. Thank you for being so concerned for my mental state, but I am ok. Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are.” Jocelyn laughed gently at that, but David’s eyes narrowed. He knew me too well to buy what I was peddling.

“If that’s true, then what else is going on?” He asked quietly. On one hand I was glad that he still knew me so well, after all this time, to understand that I was holding something back, on the other hand, it would be nice to have a private thought every once in a while.

“Once again… it amazes me how you seem to read my mind like that, Davey.”

“It’s not mind reading. I love you, and I can tell when you’re hurting. It’s a kind of look in your eye, a tautness to your mouth, which is usually so soft, so inviting.” He ran the tip of his index finger over my bottom lip and I pulled my lip between my teeth, turning away, resisting that ever-present pull that was David. He sighed, resigned.

“What’s wrong then, if it isn’t what we did last night. Do you…” he stalled, unable at last to meet my eye. He turned and looked out of the window, voicing his concern to the morning sun instead. “You don’t want to come here anymore, do you.”

Jocelyn grabbed his hand, uniting them and lending him her strength. It was that union, that silent communion between them, other than how all of this would affect my son, which was the biggest obstacle to overcome.

I still felt so jealous. I just couldn’t help it. It was a shameful feeling that I simply couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried. Just the sight of them holding hands like that… I felt a keen sense of loss somehow.

Yes, he was sitting in front of me and more accessible to me now than he had been in my most wildest dreams over the last fifteen years, but he wasn’t reaching for me in this moment, wasn’t clinging on to me. I knew, deep down, that he shouldn’t be, really. I wasn’t his wife. I hadn’t spent the last 15 years building life with him and creating a connection like the two had here.

I knew that he loved me, and I loved him, but I felt like an outsider, an intruder on something intimate and personal so much more now, in this moment, than I had last night, watching them kiss and touch. At least I felt like a part of that.

I turned away from the painful sight, looking down into my cup of cooling coffee and felt the back of my eyes burn.

Suddenly, Jocelyn’s hand was on mine, clutching at me and lending me her strength. David pulled my other hand and held on to me too. I was strongly reminded of last night, when Jocelyn did the same thing, pulling us together when fear and hesitancy would have had me running away.

“Listen,” she said urgently. “Please don’t give up, either of you. I know this is hard. I know this is scary for you Rosaline, and just as I said last night, I am awed by your bravery. Don’t for a minute think you are in this alone, though, not for one second.” Her fierce conviction bolstered me.

“She’s right. You don’t have to face anything alone. Ever. Even the decision to come here or not. You’re not alone, anymore Rosie. I won’t let you be alone ever again. We won’t let you.” David said, squeezing my hand and those stupid easy tears spilled down my face.

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Looking at my watch, I quickly realized that we had been at the club for over three hours, and I was ready to get the girls home for some actual participating. As we reached the car, I turned around and noticed that Michelle was getting into the backseat with Sarah. I felt an instant rush of arousal, grinning to myself.

Less than a mile down the road, I could see the two of them kissing in the backseat, through the rearview mirror. Alternating my eyes between the mirror and the road, I continued to watch as their lips pressed together and their tongues slid back and forth, playing with each others. Adjusting slightly in the seat of my truck, my cock was so hard it hurt.

By the time I hit the on ramp for the highway, Sarah had Michelle’s blouse unbuttoned and was slowly kissing over her collarbone. Traffic was light that evening, and my view was now confined to periodic flashes of light that managed to elude the tinting on my windows. Watching in the mirror was almost like watching one of those old black and white movies that skips frames. While my eyes were being entertained at the different perspective of watching Michelle and Sarah, my mind already had the two of them at home.

Turning on the radio, I glanced over my right shoulder just in time to see Sarah’s ankara escort tongue flicking on Michelle’s nipple. Her fingers were sliding up the inside of Michelle’s thighs, something I wished the view was better for.

With still 30 minutes left in the trip home, Michelle leaned forward and whispered in my ear to find somewhere to pull over. I had long resorted to the fact that Michelle just got horny when we were going anywhere in the car more than 10 miles. On many occasions in the past during trips, we’d pull off the road and fuck in the woods or somewhere nearby.

Taking the next exit from the highway, I spotted a mall nearby that was basically deserted by this time of night. Parking the truck away from any other vehicles, I locked the door and turned up the stereo. Turning around I could see Michelle’s hands emerge from under Sarah’s skirt, holding the skinny white cloth of her panties.

Sarah adjusted slightly in the seat, pulling her skirt up and exposing her pussy. My eyes burned as I watched Michelle lower her head between Sarah’s legs. Sarah immediately let out a long moan the minute Michelle tasted her, and wasted no time in wrapping her hands around Michelle’s head.

I couldn’t see my wife’s tongue in her girlfriend’s pussy, only ankara escort bayan the back of her head moving around as she licked away on Sarah. I quickly unsnapped the buttons on my jeans for relief.

Dropping my boxers over my knees, my left hand quickly took hold and began stroking up and down. My right hand slid down between Michelle’s legs and tugged at the tiny strip of cloth, now soaked with wetness. Sliding it aside, my fingers ran up the length of her, pausing to rub on her hardening clit.

Continuing this for a few moments, the moans and groans that filled the cab were interrupted when Sarah quickly blurted out, “Oh I’m gonna cum”. Michelle’s tongue worked at a quickened pace on Sarah’s clit, causing her body to trembled as she released a powerful orgasm.

Michelle stayed down there for a few moments, driving Sarah’s clit even further into ecstasy and cleaning her up. Sitting back with an exhausted look on her face, Sarah indicated that she wanted to watch me get myself off.

Reaching my hand down, I dropped my seat into the furthest back position on the recline. My head was just about in Sarah’s lap, looking down at me she flashed a devilish smile. My hand worked up and down my hard cock, while my eyes alternated between watching escort ankara the two girls and focusing on the task at hand.

Through the dim lighting I could see she was leaning back, her skilled hands eagerly working up and down inside of her silk panties. Her soft moans only lent to the sight of watching her banging away on her clit. For the next few minutes I continued to stroke myself, assisted by the sounds of Michelle’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.

Sarah leaned forward and launched a verbal assault against me like none other. “God your cock looks so fucking good,” and “You make me so fucking horny watching you,” were a couple of the phrases that I recall. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

“Let me cum in your mouth,” I said to Sarah, feeling myself approaching the point of no return. She leaned forward and replaced my hand with hers. Stroking me closer and closer, she lowered her lips over my cock and began moaning deeply. Without a sound, I grabbed the back of her hair and held tightly. A warm rush ran the length of my body, as I erupted inside of her mouth. I thrust up and down slightly, softly fucking her mouth for a few seconds before falling back onto the seat. Sitting there and breathing hard, I heard Michelle getting louder and louder, and with little warning she came, her tight little body wriggling around in the seat amidst her cries of pleasure. After a few minutes we all regrouped and jumped back on the highway, nothing more than the faint smell of sex in the night air.

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At 5 20 that afternoon, minutes after ending the phone call, I took a seat in the coffee shop. I’m watching the door to see if Laura enters. When she does I’ll wave helping her locate me.

I had picked a day when Jon is away on a business trip.

Laura is separated so she’s free to come and go where and when she pleases. Jane’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.

I looked up and waved as I spotted my friend 10 feet away.

“So Stevie what’s happening?”

“Big news,” I said.

“Not as big as what happened with Ken today,” she replied.

“What happened with Ken?”

“He’s taking me to dinner Friday for seafood.”

“How long have you guys been seeing each other?”

“Two weeks. I met him at work. He’s an accountant.”

“Cool,” I replied.

I’m happy for her.

“What’s your news girl?”

“I fell in love with a woman.”

“That’s heavy. Have you told Jon yet?”

“No, I’m working up the courage.”

“Who’s the woman? Is she anyone I know?”

“Your daughter.”

“Really! It never occurred to me that she would go for so such a big age gap relationship.”

“I hope you don’t have a problem with it. She’s great. I’m in love with her.”

“No No. I’m just very surprised.”

“Does she like going to the bars often?”

“Actually no,” said Laura.

“She wants to get breast augmentation.”

“OH? She didn’t say anything to me.”

“I said eve gelen escort to her that they’d make her back ache. I don’t want to see her be uncomfortable because of me.”

“I’m glad you told me this. I think my daughter has a bad case of boob envy.”

“A very bad case,” I replied.

We had been sipping coffee and nibbling our muffin between remarks but both of us still had a nearly full cup.

“I was surprised the day when she came out to me and her dad. She wasn’t into boys but I never thought she turned out to be lesbian.”

“I never thought I’d want a woman either.”

“I’m sure she’ll tell me about you when she thinks the time is right.”

A few days passed. I guess down deep I wanted to get caught having sex with a woman.

Jane and I are sitting on the deck. Though we’re not flirting openly, we do look into each other’s eyes for 3 seconds at a time.

I would be making out with her right now if my husband wasn’t here on this deck.

Nature called Jon so Jane and I had a few minutes to ourselves.

“Did you tell him that we’re in a relationship?”

“Not yet but I told your mother.”

“I know you told my mother about us.”

“Why didn’t you tell her about that other thing?”

“What other thing? You mean breast augmentation?”

“Yah that.”

“They dont have to be huge like yours. I just want B.”

“Having size A istanbul eskort bayan tits is not the worst thing that can happen to a girl.”

“When I was a little girl I couldn’t wait to need a bra. Now sometimes I feel as though I still don’t need to wear one.”

My brain could conjure up an image of having her tongue in my mouth and her hands pushing my boobs together or squeezing them. I would’ve bet that she can imagine similar actions.

The image in my head was to become reality. Jane and I came into my bedroom and stood eyeball to eyeball at the foot of my bed. I was aware that my husband would be home soon. He had gone to visit with his brother Keith, a house where he goes frequently but never stays longer than an hour, often times not even that long.

I draped my arms over her shoulders. My right hand held my wrist linking my arms together. She put her arms around my waist. Our open mouths met.

Jane and I both backed away only to get undressed while watching each other.

I sat on the back end of my bed. She knelt before me putting her tongue onto my vulva. My clitoris soon became engorged as my labia opened. Her palms went up to my breasts brushing them then squeezing lightly.

This is awesome baby. Don’t stop.

Wetness spread inside me as her tongue brushed me.

Eat me darling. Eat me.

She knelt upright putting her fingers in place of her tongue.

My rezidans escort body is telling me that I’m close to an orgasm. I want that orgasm then I want a second one, perhaps even a third.

I wanted to end my marriage but I couldn’t say it. I’ll let my behavior say it for me.

While I recuperated from the exertions Jane was lying of my bed. Her legs were apart and her knees raised inviting me to wedge my thigh between her thighs.

My breasts squashed against hers as our mouths touched. Her wetness spread around my fingers as her vagina ballooned and her clit swelled.

Suddenly the sound of a male clearing his throat raced through the air. Raising my head in shock, I turned around to see Jon standing just inside the doorway. Jane propped her body on her forearms. Embarrassed, she looked down and away from him.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

Leaving his words hanging in the air, he stormed out. He slammed two doors behind him.

I looked at Jane. She turned her head to look at me.

“I guess the divorce proceedings are about to begin.”

She did not reply.

I added, “at least it’s in the open.”

Jane nodded.

I added, “so we don’t have to keep sneaking around.”

A day passed. Jon and I did not share the bed the previous night.

We had been home from work for a few minutes and sitting in our kitchen.

He began to tell me his plans.

“We need to sell the house, split the profit.”

I nodded but paused for a long time before speaking.

“I’ve been into women for a long time. I stayed in our marriage because I couldn’t accept the fact.”

“How long have you been fucking Janey?”

“Not even a month,” I replied. “She’s my first girlfriend.”

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