Aylar: Temmuz 2022

This was new to me. I’m not an extrovert and tend to keep to myself. But I have needs, the same needs of most men in the prime of life. Most of those needs were not met since my wife unexpectedly died a year ago.There are plenty of social media sites to meet women. Some are people wanting a mate for life, others short-term arrangements. I was not looking to remarry. I just wanted to meet some women and have fun. Cindy wanted to have fun too. The only thing was, she was married, although that didn’t turn out to be a deal-breaker.It isn’t that Cindy is in a loveless marriage. She is thirty-four and sees life passing her by. She is bored and has little to look forward to. This brought her to browsing on a social media site where I was doing the same.In a short time, we were exchanging everything from A to Z with ‘M’ for movies and ‘S’ for sex. Cindy was honest about her life at home and in bed. She gets off masturbating more often than getting satisfaction from her husband, Tom. Cindy told me how she sometimes fantasizes about having other men in her life. Once she asked Tom what he thought about having a threesome. He said he’d think about it, but the subject never came up again.Well, to make a long story shorter than a Victor Hugo novel, we met. I told her to take the ‘L’ to Diversey and I’d meet her on the street below the station. We agreed to have lunch and talk. Cindy didn’t know what I looked like. I only knew she was a brunette with blue eyes. We both loved surprises and wanted it that way. To be sure we didn’t miss each other, she wore a chartreuse scarf. I wore my signature fedora.“Oh my God,” were her first words. “You look just like Humphrey Bogart.”I scowled like Bogie and said, “You are pretty, but you don’t look at all like Lauren Bacall. You’re more Ingrid Bergman. Here’s lookin’ at you kid.”She laughed and said, “We’ll always have Chicago.” I took her hand and gave her a peck on the cheek. We walked a few blocks before finding a quiet güvenilir bahis tavern that I remembered from college. Neither of us knew how to start the conversation so not much was said until we ordered a drink. She ordered a glass of Chablis and I asked for a Manhattan with a twist. She took off the scarf and I laid my hat on an adjacent chair. She wasn’t a raving beauty, but Cindy was cute-looking years younger than thirty-four. She had a captivating body that enticed me.The drinks helped us relax and she said, “You have a gorgeous head of hair, Bogie. My husband is losing his.”“Thanks, Ingrid. Let’s not talk about spouses.”“So, you are married.”“Was. She died a year ago in February.”“I’m sorry.”Changing the subject, I said, “My God, you have beautiful eyes. They’re like the azure blue waters of the Caribbean.”She smiled with a radiant smile and asked, “Do you go to the beach?”“Nope, I’d rather be in my boat out on the lake.”“I’m not much of beachcomber myself but I like to lounge on a beach chair with a book and get a tan. Do you have a yacht?”“Well,  it isn’t exactly a yacht. It’s a small cabin cruiser.”“It sounds like fun. I’d like to see it. Like I told you, Bogie, I just want to get some fun out of life.” And that is when our affair began.“How about this Saturday?”“Cindy took a minute to think about it and said, “That would work. Tom golfs this Saturday. I’m going to need to do some shopping first.”“Shopping?” I asked.She giggled. “I haven’t bought a swimsuit in years. My old one is a dumpy one-piece. I need something more fashionable to cruise the lake with a handsome captain.”We met again at Burnham Harbor Yacht Club near the Field Museum. She wore a summer dress and sandals but what was underneath was definitely not dumpy. It was an exotic neon-colored bikini with the briefest of fabric. I told her how fantastic she looked. Cindy said she had seen it in Cosmo, “You know Cosmopolitan, the magazine ladies read. It cost a bundle, but I had to güvenilir bahis siteleri have it! Do you think it’s too skimpy for Chicagoan’s sensibilities?”“Maybe, but not mine,” I said. “Less is more in my book.”Getting a boat ready to go out on the lake is always time-consuming. There’s the fuel and checking the gear and loading the food and the water toys. It took over an hour with her help. I thought she was going to fall out of her top each time she bent over to pick up something. From the rear, she was practically nude with a small strip of cloth riding up her crack.About a mile offshore, I asked, “Did you bring a companion book to sun yourself?”Cindy smiled and said with a sparkle in her eyes, “No. I didn’t think that was what we came for.”I had to think about that for a minute then she added, “Does this boat allow for skinny dipping? I like to get an all-over tan.”“Well, when we get further from shore where we’ll be alone, then the maritime rules apply.”“Really? And what are the maritime rules?”“In the case of nudity, there are none. It’s up to the captain.”“And what does the captain say?”“I’m all for it and so is the boat.”So, I drove out onto the lake in the middle of nowhere, cut the engines and we got naked in the sun. Cindy had a healthy set of tits, nothing to be ashamed about, and a nicely shaved pussy. She looked great. I mixed a jug of Manhattans for myself and brought a bottle of chilled Chablis for Cindy.Only one other boat sailed past us as we drifted aimlessly in nearly calm waters. I had to laugh when she stood up to wave. Either Cindy forgot she was nude, or she was an exhibitionist. The gawkers swung past us for a second look, gave us a thumbs up, then they were on their way leaving us to enjoy the afternoon without further interruptions.We had been on the lake long enough for both of us to show a little sunburn. Cindy said, “How about if you show me the inside. I need some shade.”I showed her the stateroom and a few iddaa siteleri of the other amenities. “This is nice,” and she sat on the bed. “Do you sleep here?”“I have but not often.”“Do you bring your girlfriends here?”“Only my wife before she got sick.””You must be lonely,” Cindy said provocatively.“I am sometimes.”“I mean for a woman,” and she slightly opened her legs.“Yes, but I guess you know that from my e-mails.”“Do you think I’m pretty?”“Of course. You have a beautiful body,” I said moving next to her on the bed.“I get lonely too at times when Tom isn’t around or isn’t in the mood.”“Are you in the mood, Cindy?”“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”“I wasn’t sure,” and my cock began to rise up like a cobra from a snake charmer’s basket.“You look like a man that can make a woman happy from what I see down below,” then she held my hard-on firmly with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.Just as she lowered her head to go down on me, I said, “Just a minute, Cindy. Before we go further, I have something that my wife left behind. I think you will like it.” I opened a drawer in the cabinet near the bed and gave her my wife’s vibrating egg. “It’s a Bluetooth vibrator. Put it inside while I grab my cell phone.”I demonstrated how the app worked. “If you are anywhere near the Internet, it can be controlled long-distance.”After changing the patterns, Cindy found her favorite vibration and kept asking to increase the volume. She added to her pleasure by gently touching her clit but as her urges became stronger, she rubbed harder and faster moaning with each impulse. “Ooh, ooh, aah. Oh yeah, turn it up, more more!”All of a sudden, she started screaming. I was sure her yells could be heard on Lake Shore Drive. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh My God! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” It scared me half to death.Well, it wouldn’t be her last one that afternoon. When she had enough, Cindy said, “Wow, this is fantastic. I need to buy one.”“You can have this one if you would like.”“I would like that but right now I would rather have you come over here and bring that wonderful specimen of manhood with you. I need a fuck.”“Flowery language will get you everywhere, madam.” I kissed her nipples. She kissed my cock.

I was nervous and uncomfortable, but I had to give this a try. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Michael. Maybe this life wouldn’t end up being for me. But if I didn’t give him a chance to show me this world, I’d regret giving up so easily forever.“Thank you, Jill, for trusting me,” Michael cooed seductively. “Sit in this armchair, darling, and spread your legs open. I want to show Anna what an incredibly sexual being you are.”I took a deep breath. I was trying hard to block out the fact that Anna was sitting on the couch across from me and staring at my naked body.“Anna, doesn’t Jill have a beautiful pussy?” he said, almost bragging like a proud father. I know it was meant as a compliment, but it made it difficult to trick my mind into pretending she wasn’t there.“Jill, I’m going to be in charge of the wand for this session. Just open your mind and your pussy and let me do the rest. I will edge you, and I will force you to come again and again. Anna will be so impressed with how your juices squirt when you cum. Do you have any questions before we begin?”I swallowed hard and decided honesty was the best choice here. “Yes,” my voice squeaked a little, but I cleared my throat and mustered as much confidence as possible. “Would you mind not continuing to remind me that Anna is watching? I find it disconcerting since this kind of play is new to me.”I saw Anna smile and nod as if she agreed with me. I was grateful for that.“In fact,” I said suddenly, with a boldness that shocked all three of us, “I want the blindfold.”Michael frowned, but he said, “Whatever will make you feel protected and respected, my sweet Jill.”Michael handed me the blindfold and picked up the wand, saying, “Lean back, relax, my precious gem, and focus solely on the vibration sensations that the wand creates as I play with your gorgeous pussy. I love how it glistens like sparkling diamonds for me in this light. So wet, so completely succulent, and so mine!”The titillating vibrations of the magic wand were enough to make a girl crazy on their own. But the tantalizing timbre of Michael’s voice had tentacles of its own as well, reach out to caress every other part of my body, working me into a frenzy in no time.That voice made me feel like I was the only woman in the world, despite the beautiful, auburn-haired voyeur sitting here in the same room, breathing the same air, bahis siteleri and, perhaps, loving the same man.Let it go, Jill. Allow yourself to enjoy everything he is doing to you. You deserve this pleasure!I moaned as the wand started to glide along my slick, swollen labia. “Yessss,” I hissed sensually.“Yes, indeed, Jill. You’re such a good girl. Open your legs more; I want to see your delicious, pink folds part for me and show me the opening to your carnal treasure chest.”My breath hitched when Michael slid a finger inside me while the vibrating wand worked its magic on my hard little nub. Even though my heart and my primal desire were now pounding in my ears, I still heard him say, “Good girl”; that praise, that approval. God, how was it possible? But those two words pushed me even further. I let my head fall back against the chair, and in that moment, forsaking all question, all concern, I willingly handed all control to my Sir.“That’s right, Jill. Surrender to me, sweet darling. Let the vibrations take you right up to the edge,” Michael’s enchanting voice said. “Allow your body to ride the crest of orgasmic waves.”But every time that I felt as though I might head off the cliff, he eased up. I could almost feel his Cheshire grin or hear that familiar low growl of satisfaction when I hissed, “No Sir, please,” begging him to end the erotic torture instead of leaving me aching with need.I was nearly breathless now as he continued his erotic assault on my body. The toy’s vibrations pummeled me mercilessly while the hypnotizing resonance of his words had me crying out. “I need release! Please, Michael! Please, Sir! Don’t torment me anymore!”That’s all it took for him to turn the decadent want of pleasure up to the highest setting and send me hurtling over into the abyss of relentless orgasms. My most intimate parts were on display in front of Anna, and I no longer cared. My nectar covered the toy, my thighs, the couch, and, best of all, Michael’s skillful hands.“Cum again, Jill! Give me more,” he demanded, his voice stern now, a proctor ordering me to obey, and I complied willingly.Again and again, he forced one climax after another, my juices spraying like a geyser. My back arched, my muscles held me up rigidly, never relaxing in wave after wave of bliss from the deepest spaces of my body that I never knew existed. I moaned unintelligible canlı bahis siteleri sounds until I could finally scream,“Oh, God! I can’t…”“Yes, you can, Jill! Let go!”I screamed, “Oh, my, fucking, God!” The last and most intense orgasm left me shattered, convulsing in the chair. I was exhausted and unable to speak. Michael removed my blindfold and kissed me on the forehead.With my legs still draped over the arms of the chair, Michael kneeled in front of me and lapped up my juices. Then he sat down next to Anna and kissed her passionately, sharing my taste with her. I have to admit, it was erotic as hell.When the room finally stopped spinning, I whispered hoarsely, “Thank you, Sir.”Anna grinned. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, Michael. She’s spectacular!”Then she approached my chair, took my hand, and helped me sit up. “Let’s meet tomorrow for coffee. We have so much to discuss.”After Anna left, Michael carried me to the bedroom and slid in beside me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me as if I was a porcelain doll to be treated with kid gloves. He gently kissed my cheek and stroked my hair. I moaned the softest sounds of contentment.“Darling,” he cooed in my ear.“Yes,” I whispered into the darkness.“I really would like for you to have coffee with Anna tomorrow, okay?” he whispered in my ear and nuzzled my neck.“Mmhmm.” I sighed and drifted off to sleep thinking, Anna who?_____________________As I arrived at the Steamy Pot Café, I saw Anna waiting for me outside. I parked the car and took a moment to really assess this woman that I was to share with Michael; the thought was still mindboggling even twelve hours later. As I turned the ignition off, I thought to myselfJeez, do you have to be so stunning? Like, couldn’t you have adult acne or something? Throw me a bone here, Anna! She was even more beautiful in the daylight, standing there unobtrusively with her long auburn hair gleaming like a Hawaiian sunset and her perfect lithe body clad in a simple cream shift dress and ballet flats. Still, she was just one of those women that were effortlessly breathtaking. And it just made me want to punch her in the face!Okay, Jill, put your happy face on and be open-minded. This is for Michael and, well, that’s really all there is, this is for Michael. So, get your not-so-perfectly-rounded butt out of the car.We got our coffee and canlı bahis took our seats at a back corner table. Anna spoke first, saving us from any awkward silence. It occurred to me that she may have done this with other women before if she had been with Michael a long time. A sinking feeling hit my gut like a wrecking ball smashing an old beater car, and I already didn’t like this.“So, Jill, tell me about yourself. What do you do? How did you and Michael meet?” she asked, but I wondered if she already knew the answers to all these questions.I told her my background and story of Michael and me up until now, the dating site, the surprise Uber pick up, the park bench, the gifts showing up at my door, and the gallery opening.“Which basically brings us to last night, and you knocking on the door.” I blurted out with not much tact. As I recounted all these moments, I felt a heat building inside me; that same anger, hurt, betrayal from last night.How can Michael and I go from the most precious, intimate moments that I have ever spent with a man to last night when my heart was literally lying on the floor at his feet smashed into pieces as he told me that he wanted this interloper to be woven into the majestic mosaic that we were building?I think that Anna could see heat in my cheeks and feel the snarkiness in my last remark. Her next words were calculated but kind. She placed a hand softly on mine and said,“Jill, I want to tell you a little bit about Michael. He has been a Dom for a long time, and he has had different kinds of subs over the years. Some were playful and very short-term; others were more serious and longer-term. I started out as the playful one, but we realized we were better as good friends. Yes, we could meet each other’s sexual needs when neither of us was bound, but only as friends. I would never interfere with him and a woman as they are building a relationship. Do you hear me when I say that?” She looked me straight in the eye.I nodded that I understood, her words actually starting to be a salve on my wounded heart.“Michael asked me to be a mentor and a friend to you since he brought you into this life very quickly. Right?” We both laughed.“Well, technically, I guess it has only been nine days.” I even shocked myself when I said the words out loud.“Yes, that is really too fast. And that is why he wanted us to meet. He wanted you to have someone to turn to with questions, concerns, or just general chatting about this life. And I do think when you come down from the clouds, you will have more questions. So please know that I am an ally, not an enemy.”

Lingam is the Sanskrit word for penis and loosely translates to “wand of light.”  One honors the wand of light, and those who have them, through lingam massage. There is a tremendous amount of sexual energy in a person’s penis, and learning how to stimulate and circulate that energy is powerful. Ancient tantric practitioners believed the penis contained the most masculine essence concentrated in one place. This massage is meant to bring about waves of pleasure in addition to an orgasm. You come to me unsure, yet excited … not quite sure what to expect. It’s been a while since you’ve been pampered like this. Never doubt; you deserve what I’m about to do to you… “You’re in good hands.”My low-toned, seductive voice reassures you and you accept my extended hand, allowing me to lead you to our private sanctuary. Upon entry, the sandalwood-scented candles please your nostrils. This specifically chosen deep, woody scent is considered a natural aphrodisiac – just another contributing element in your experience with me. To appeal to your sense of hearing, I selected low-frequency binaural beats to bring you into a deeply relaxed state, freeing you to fully experience sexual pleasure. As meticulously planned by me, your initial impression is a sensually arousing one. I witness your jaw unclenching as you enter the sensory wonderland. Reaching for you, I take your hands in mine and position us facing one another. After a few quiet moments, you squeeze my bahis şirketleri hands, signaling you’re ready to begin this journey with me.While my thumbs caress the tops of your hands, I direct, “Look into my eyes and breathe with me.”My deep blue eyes hold you captive while I softly speak. “Inhale through your nose.” We both slowly fill our chests with air and hold it.”Exhale through your mouth.” With parted lips, we blow out the air, syncing our energy with one another.”Good. Again.””Inhale … exhale … inhale … exhale … inhale … exhale.” Your shoulders drop with the last release. “Good, you’re relaxing,” I say, squeezing your hands with encouragement.My fingers untie your robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing your sex to me for the first time. Oh my goodness, what a wondrous wand of light you have. My eyes rake up and down your magnificent form and I untie my robe to join you in nakedness.  We spend a few moments holding hands again, connecting, taking in each other’s naked bodies. I step forward and embrace you, pressing my full breasts against your chest. My hard nipples poke your flesh and your cock taps my soft tummy. After a few moments enjoying this closeness, I back away, asking you to lie on the smaller padded table in the room. Once you’re on your back, I explain I will shave around your penis, testicles, and perineum to provide you with a more pleasurable massage. This also builds trust between us as I wield the sharp bahis firmaları blade around your most precious parts. After dipping a sponge in warm water, I dab your sensitive skin. The gentle warmth feels good to you. Then, I apply the shaving cream and begin your shave. While one hand meticulously shaves around your penis, the other cradles your testicles, reasurring you. My, oh my, your cock looks even bigger without the surrounding hair distracting from its magnificence. I soak the sponge again and wipe away the hair I just shaved. You look down to check out my progress and smile. Shaving your rounded testicles requires a certain finesse. You tense with the first swipe of the blade.”I will take care of you,” I reassure. You give me your trust and your muscles relax as I continue shaving your testicles. “There we go. All done.”You sign and your hand reaches down to feel their smoothness. Now, I need to shave your perineum. I will need your assistance with this part. “Hun, pull your knees into your chest, please.”You comply and after I apply the cream to your perineum, I see your asshole clenching. You are uncomfortable with my attention on this normally untouched area. My finger gently rubs around it, trying to relax you again. “Breathe. Deep breaths.”On your exhale, I swipe the blade across your perineum. Then dab the freshly shaved area with a sponge. Two more swipes of the blade and you are smoothly shaven. I dry you off with a warmed cloth, kaçak bahis siteleri eliciting pleasure groans from your mouth. This is just the beginning, handsome.I ask you to move to the large padded table covered with a silk sheet. After you climb onto the table, lying on your back, I place a pillow underneath your head. You instinctively spread your legs as I climb up on the table. With practiced ease, I situate my ass between your spread legs, facing you, leaving just enough room to work my hands from your cock base to your anus. I slip my legs underneath yours, stretching them out alongside your torso. My pussy is inches away from your crotch … and already leaking. You smell my sex – a great accompaniment to the sandalwood – and harden in response.  “Your entire body will be revitalized,” I promise.You close your eyes…Starting with your thighs, my fingertips circle your skin, soft touches, then rubbing harder to smooth out your taut muscles. You moan with appreciation. My hands move to your inner thighs, snaking their way up to your testicles. Freshly shaven, they are smooth and my hands fondle them. You softly groan, so I massage them with a little more intensity, gently tugging on them. You love having your balls fondled. Too many have ignored this erogenous zone, but I will not. They fit perfectly in my hands – noticeably heavy, needing their release. After pleasuring your testicles, I move to your penis, slipping it into the smoothest penis sleeve – the Tenga 3D Zen. Sliding the delicate-waved material up and down your shaft provides gentle stimulation, prepping you for what’s to come. I sharply inhale your sexual energy as my eyes watch your cock lengthening. 

‘Follow me,’ Jed tells the bridesmaid’s gracefully buxom bestie, ‘and then follow my lead. Time to hit the dancefloor, hit the dancefloor.’ It’s a popular song reference (Sia’s Cheap Thrills featuring the inimitable Jamaican rap stylings of Sean Paul – show dem it girl, bada bang bang – in case you didn’t know) and Clara titters to hear it. Staying abreast of music trends is paying dividends that Jed has never expected. The precocious teen sets aside her glass and allows him to usher her through the clumps of guests, guiding with a palm that barely touches her lower back. He steers her around the dance area, away from where he was recently chatting with Lily’s tipsy mother. The less bridal-party attention he draws to himself at this point, the better.Uptown Funk, the first of the evening’s floor-fillers, is pumping out by the time they insinuate their way among the dancers, Clara brushing tantalisingly close to Jed in her linen party dress. They wriggle into open space and from there into sync with the music. She goes naturally – with no hint of self-consciousness – for a full-body groove, while he opts for less-is-more restraint, letting her flaunt her hot self in contrast to his ironic minimalism. (Jed is a youthful thirty-six and most definitely not anyone’s father, but he’s careful still to steer clear of treacherous dad-dancing pitfalls.) Clara’s high heels raise her eye-to-chin-level and she smiles up at him prettily, adding some Latin slink to the disco-funk moves that the Mars/Ronson modern dance phenomenon inspires. No one else, responsible-Jed reckons, is paying them much attention. Friends of Groom and Bridesmaid Dance Together at Wedding – hardly cause to stop the fucking presses. The rapid inflation of his cock inside his tailored trousers, if they but knew, would make it rather more attention-worthy.‘So is this rescue still on?’ Clara shouts above the music. ‘Or are we just dancing?’‘Oh it’s on,’ Jed tells her, leaning down and in so close that the skin of their faces is almost touching. ‘I mean, you and I could do our own thing, but you’re here as her friend and it’s a special day for her, right?’‘Yeah I know,’ Clara says, with a reluctance that reads as more playful than not.‘We can’t just abandon her to the grown-ups…’‘I know… Wait, you are a grown-up!’ She prods his chest, her nose brushing his cheek as she laughs into his ear. ‘You’re a teacher!’Jed can go either of two ways here – the ‘Not right now’ route, or the one for which in fact he opts: ‘Yes – and today’s lesson is how to share, okay?’ He taps a finger to the skin of her breastbone in a way he’s never done in his career to someone student-age. ‘Okay?’‘Okay!’ Clara agrees in a wide-eyed laughy way that, if we’re interpreting subtext (and we one hundred per cent are), reads as: I’m not exactly sure what that means or if it means half of what I think it might mean, but it’s kind of funny and sexy, so fuck what it means and let’s just do it, whatever IT is!‘Good,’ Jed says.They share a smile and dance on, the teacher glancing around to see what’s happening elsewhere amid the mirror-ball’s whirling speckles of light. Bride and groom are dancing up an attention-grabbing storm. Dean is working all his well-honed moves on the Maid of Honour. (They appear to be working.) Elaine Babcock remains on the outskirts and is now in conversation with a man who may or may not be her husband. Lily, however, is partnering another older male relative in what might best be described as a demure sulk. She’s a few metres away from Jed and Clara and he can see, glimpsing through the milling dancers, that she’s looking their direction.Now Jed isn’t a massive egoist – know that – but he’s damn well learnt how to read a room and has an additional Hyde-heightened radar tonight. Lily’s prevailing sentiment is this: I’m stuck with my Grandad, while my so-called friend has hooked the funny, interesting teacher guy! His plan, in its simplicity, is working.‘Call her over,’ Jed tells Clara, and the girl needs no further bidding. She waves and smiles, beckoning with her head. Lily returns a ‘Don’t let me interrupt’ pout, whereupon Clara signals an open-handed ‘It’s not like that’ reassurance. Jed backs up his dance partner with a ‘You – here – now’ sequence of finger gestures, the inappropriate nature of which is not lost on either Hyde or Jekyll.Still semi-reluctant, Lily apologises by way of a peck on the cheek to her ageing opposite number and sidles her way over. ‘Not a third wheel then, am I?’ she says in Clara’s ear, her friend responding with a playful ‘As if’ arm-slap followed bahis şirketleri by a hug.‘I heard that,’ Jed says, leaning into Lily. ‘She tried to get to me first, but I’m still totally up for grabs.’‘Oh are you?’ Lily’s mock-shock at his arrogance is the first sign that she’s forgiven them both. ‘You think I’ll be doing any grabbing?’‘Maybe, but you’ll have to fight it out with your bezzie pal first.’Lily bats him with her palm. ‘Now he wants us to fight for him,’ she informs Clara.‘He was talking about us sharing him a moment ago!’‘God, who does he think he is?’ Whether Lily is picking up Clara-style on the innuendo is far from clear, but like her friend she thinks the notion is hilarious. ‘Well if we’re sharing, it’s my turn for a dance.’And dance she does, the bridesmaid shimmying close to Jed in modest heels that elevate her almost to Clara’s height. As Uptown Funk segues smoothly into Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You, Lily is hitching her dress so that one smooth-waxed leg peeks out of the slit in the skirts; she’s dancing for her own fun now, not to be sweet with all those senior family members. Clara plays it cool, doing her own sexy thing side-on to both and allowing Lily her moment.For Jed it’s time to calculate and recalibrate. The eagerly playful presence of both girls, along with the shock of his new openness to possibility, is promoting increased levels of sub-trouser activity. But his inner Hyde is a schemer and knows how to corral lust into a plan that will maximise its chances of fulfilment. The off-duty teacher makes the following readings of his two partners as he dances. (See? Men can multi-task, when properly motivated.)Lily: Having been caught up in family stuff while her bestie snagged the attention of the guy they’d jointly befriended, she’s delighted to find herself back in the game. She may not be entirely sure of the game’s name, or of its rules for that matter, but she sure as hell wants to play. Pally hugs aside, Clara is still her rival, and she’s therefore capitalising on her time as Dancing Queen, even more so when the music makes a slick cut to the ‘70s disco staple of that name. Her spinning smiley-coy hair-twirling performance, complete with extensive display of her dress’s daring backless feature, is hampered, however, by the lurking dread of parental interference. (Those tell-tale glances give it all away.)Clara: Fond though she is of her friend, ultimately all’s fair in war and libidinous liaisons. Boyfriends may be off-limits, but casual encounters are a whole other category. That said, she’ll adapt to the situation; if Jed wants to keep Lily on board their sexy little friendship train, she’s cool with that. Hey, it even helps square things with her conscience. Plus, she knows she’s hot and she knows Jed agrees, so his keeping her pretty pal as fellow-passenger is no ego-busting biggie. Especially when she can prove herself move-for-move an equal pretender to ABBA’s Dancing Queen crown.Yes – once Clara’s had enough of being the midpoint in this isosceles dancefloor triangle (pardon my getting geometric), she subtly reshapes it to something more equilateral, the oh-so-friendly competitors giving Jed joint benefit of their teen-tease. Lily is throwing over-the-shoulder glances while hitching up that hem to flash increasing amounts of her smoothly-waxed leg, while Clara is weaving her hands above her head, thrusting her tits proudly and out-smouldering Vesuvius.For Jed it’s like the Prom Night all over, but minus chaperone duties, the scrutiny of fellow-staff, career concerns and every other inhibiting factor from that evening. Include all moral ones. These school-age girls have got their flirt on – it’s Tori-times-two! – and he’s not just letting it happen, he’s actively stoking the fire, while mentally stroking himself. Who cares if he’s bodily interacting with young things literally half his age? Wellllllll…..Okay, Clive maybe cares – Jed notices the groom glancing over at one point, no doubt making mental note that one of his stags is enjoying the company of his new niece-by-marriage and her friend. But frankly my friend, Jed thinks, I don’t GIVE a fuck. By Dean’s account Clive’s stag weekend behaviour wasn’t nearly as blameless as the groom claims to recall, so moral aspersions won’t serve the guy well should he ever choose to cast any. Those Friday night escorts came from families of their own, but it’s unlikely his old uni pal’s engaged-to-be-married cock took that into account when they got the toys out and began playing with each other’s wet cunt. Well, this is Jed’s night to bahis firmaları indulge, and no third-party indignation is going to knock him off his chosen course. Fuck Clive. Fuck ‘em all. And speaking of fucking…‘I feel like the judge in a dance-off,’ he tells the young and sweet contenders, his dick already invested in the judging process.As intended, his words intensify their contest.Clara reshapes the triangle – drawing in close, oomphing up her hippy-chick moves, while adopting a hyper-erect posture that shoves her boobs out so they can’t be ignored. She sweeps dark hair from her face, flashing Jed a ‘Get me, Mr Teacher’ grin that pretty much dares him to check out her quiversome goods. When she’s had her moment, she proudly retreats and shoots a cheekily defiant look to her friend.It’s Lily’s turn. The cutesy blonde bridesmaid backs onto Jed with her skirt raised off her ankles, pulled the fabric tight enough to outline the contours of her rear. She peers up and over her shoulder, flashing her sweetest smile, while – if not full-on twerking – supplying enough shiver-and-shake to make him contemplate the proximity of his trouser crotch to her hot young ass. Then she lets go her dress and pushes up her coiffed hair with both hands, letting the strands tumble down over her shoulders in sexy disarray as she returns in triumph, resetting the triangulation.It’s miraculous what a little rivalry can do, Jed thinks. And he’s not wrong, is he?‘Who’s winning?’ Clara asks. The girls regard him and each other with determinedly smiling game-faces.‘Way too early to call it,’ he says, ready to capitalise on the moment. ‘Thing is…’ He leans in and is rewarded by having both youngsters crush their sexy bodies tight to him so they can hear properly. (The ensuing conversation remains similarly up close and personal, so they can almost feel the vibrations of each other’s lips; tiny flecks of girl-spit will be landing on Jed’s face once emotions rise and he’ll love the fuck out of it.) ‘It’ll be won and lost by default if Lily’s mum follows through on her threat of an early departure,’ he tells them, casting a look to the periphery of the dance area and thus fuelling Lily’s paranoia.‘Oh god, she wouldn’t…’ the bridesmaid hisses, more angry than crestfallen. ‘I’m in the bridal party, not her. I knew this’d happen, she can’t bear me having more fun than she is! She’ll insist, and Dad’ll cave…’‘That’d be a shame,’ Clara says, almost like she means it.‘Yeah, cos you’d be going home too,’ Lily fires back.‘Well, it’s easier for me to take a taxi…’ Clara’s shrug is apologetic, yet with a lingering hint of defiance.‘It’s not,’ Lily says, instantly countering. ‘Mum’s going to insist you come with us. You’re here with me, remember?’‘Yeah, I know, but…’‘But what? I’m the only person you know here!’‘I know Jed…’ It’s out of Clara’s mouth before she can stop it. Lily looks furious, Clara regretful.Jed leaps on the moment.‘Hey, stick with me and no one has to leave, and no one has to fall out,’ he says, laying his hands on one bare teen shoulder apiece and marvelling at how fortune favours the boldly self-serving. Faced with the spectre of a truncated evening and/or horrible bad feeling, both girls look to him for answers. ‘This hotel has a whole other bar,’ he explains. ‘What say we hide out there for a while and I can get us all more drinks? With my own money this time, not Clive’s dad’s.’Clara and Lily jointly express enthusiasm at his idea.‘Okay, cool.’‘Sounds fun!’‘You two go there now – use the other exit, follow the signs. I’ll be with you in a few. I’m not trying to get rid of you, I promise. Either of you.’ He divides his conspiratorial grin between the two of them. The friends positively scamper through the other assorted queens of dance, leaving Jed to absorb the significance of what the actual fuck he’s doing.Okay, that last move was properly devious. Your response may be any one, or a combination, of the following: A – dirty bastard; B – this guy has issues; C – don’t do it!!!; D – GO JED!!!!!, but purely in terms of a deviousness rating, he scored pretty high, and with that you surely cannot disagree. His next few actions serve to underscore how base our horny protagonist’s intentions have become. To summarise:He checks the Rebecca conversation for updates and finds the following encouragement: Go get ’em, fucker, and get me evidence. I want to see what a bastard you’ve been.He responds instantaneously with I will, and I’ll see what I can do.He hunts out Dean, who’s enjoying the Maid of Honour’s full and luscious dancefloor attention, kaçak bahis siteleri and tells him he wants to take him up ‘on that offer’.If Jed were excited by his own daring before he left the throng of dancers, he’s damn well blown his own teacherly mind by now. And things are accelerating way too exponentially to allow much analytical thought. Which works exclusively in the favour of Hyde.Dean is making commendable progress – depending on what you personally deem commendable – towards getting his cock deep inside the Maid of Honour before the evening is through. Jed knows he should have leapt on the guy’s offer earlier, but it’s taken the impetus of the dance floor to override the last of his moral qualms.‘Mate,’ he says, laying a hand on Dean’s shoulder (he’s never considered this bloke his ‘mate’ in the past, but tonight Dean is the kind of friend Jed needs), ‘I could use some of that party spirit.’‘Don’t you go anywhere,’ the tried-and-true reprobate instructs his overheating dance partner. She appears way too enamoured, her decolletage quivering way too extravagantly, to consider escaping; another bridal party member in the crosshairs of lust, Jed thinks. Dean nods to him and together they leave the reception room, heading for the Gents’ toilets.The time is 8.57pm.By 9.05pm Jed and Dean are leaving the restrooms, the former having pocketed several grams’ worth of cocaine in individual miniature plastic bags along with a trio of ecstasy tablets wrapped in an improvised toilet tissue envelope. The latter items were suggested to him by his partner-in-devilry. ‘If your little party’s going where I think it is – yeah, I’ve seen what you’re up to, you fucking animal – these will help the mood nicely.’Jed’s heart is racing now like he’s already ingested some of what’s secreted in his tux jacket. Deano’s attempted run-down of drug etiquette, however, he cordially declined: ‘No need, buddy. I’ve done three courses in this shit over the years. I teach awareness as part of Life Skills.’‘Christ, you’re one crafty cunt. I approve. If I was a teacher, I’d be you. But that’s still all theory. What practice do you have?’‘A bit, from the Drama Society parties at uni, and I’m about to have some more. Then I can teach from a standpoint of increased personal knowledge, right?’A smile from Dean at that one. ‘Yeah, good point.’‘Not right now though. I’ll know when it’s time. Got somewhere to be.’‘I know you do, you dirty bastard. You’re a dark one. There’s more to you than I thought…’Thus ended their dubious toilet cubicle exchange.The extent to which Jed feels heartened by Dean’s verbal high-fives is one more indicator of his progression to the Dark Side. Fuckers like Dean are all Hyde – they only wear Jekyll as a suit. And now Jed is flattered to be considered as a kindred spirit by this guy. There IS more to me than anyone thought, he considers as he parts ways with his generous supplier, including me.Here’s something else to consider as Jed bypasses the wedding reception and follows signs for the hotel’s alternative bar. It’s not the taking of the drugs that’s important right now – it’s the having. Consider the decade’s worth of information and guidance dispensed by this ethically impeccable member of the teaching profession. The sheer fucking wrongness of what he’s just done is, for the time being, enough. Enough to propel him, high on his own supply of inappropriate actions, to the next fucking wrong thing he’s going to do. And that one’s going to be crucial.Lily and Clara are waiting for him in the hotel’s Clifton Bar, so that he might find the right angle to do it.He locates them – conspicuous in their wedding-wear – in one of the bar’s snugs. Both faces are as moody as the bar’s lighting, and he considers on approaching what may have passed between them during their wait.Lily: (Aggrieved) You were really thinking of staying if I had to go?Clare: (Defensive) No, well, you know – if you can’t stand up to your parents…Lily: (Huffy) Look, if you want him, you should just say.Clara: (Appeasing with notes of pissed-off) He clearly wants you to stick around as much as me, so…Lily: (Nervous but thrilled) Are we crazy going off with him like this?Clara: (Plain fucking reckless) Maybe. Who cares? Do you want to have a party or don’t you?To be clear – Lily and Clara may or may not have said all or any of this. As narrator I could verify what they did say, but by now you’re aware that this is chiefly Jed’s story, thus all about the guesses he makes based on an interpretation of the girls’ mood, and how these guesses translate into action. It’s fun to speculate regarding other characters’ feelings and motivations though, isn’t it? At any rate, the girls’ faces are transfigured with delight on Jed’s return and that’s what’s important. That he uses as his starting point.

I had previously arranged a number of home massage sessions and said that guys I had met at adult education learn to massage classes wanted to meet to practice further and would she be the model.So on over ten occasions, we had these sessions with one or two guys who would come to our home. After exchanging pleasantries, my wife would get undressed in front of them and hop up onto the table. I would recommend to place an eye shade over her eyes to “keep the light out of her eyes” but really it acted more to calm my wife and allowed me to move around to take the photos, videos and webcam her.On all of these occasions it normally just ended up with a pleasant massage for my wife and the guys got to enjoy looking at her close up and massaging her all over.On a few occasions, I told one guy she had a sacroiliac problem and he suggested internal massage which ended up him spreading my wife’s legs and inserting a number of fingers deep into her cunt. There also was another episode which I have shared in another story here where the masseur and I got to do more with her.This latest occasion was a little different. bahis siteleri We both attend the group massage training I found on the net close to our home. There are three rooms, great tables, oils and instructions, the masseur has been massaging for ten years with an average group of six or more, aged forty five and over.He demonstrates to us all and then we pair up and practice. With the group, my wife willingly got naked as the subject. After he demonstrated on her to us all, I took her into an adjoining room and got her naked on the table and put a blindfold on her. Then I opened the door for the two guys in the other room to watch her.One guy has been with us before, so as he was massaging his partner, I was taking turns massaging my wife and I started running my hands between her legs to see if she would object. She wriggled but did not say stop so I opened her legs wider and started playing with her clit then rotated between massaging her tits and fingering her cunt whilst smiling at the other guys. He came in, said hi to my wife and started massaging her and that got her nice and aroused.After that, canlı bahis siteleri at the end of the day there was only the masseur, my wife and I left. She undressed and got onto the table face up and he placed the blindfold on her and started slowly touching her all over. He then instructed me to join him and we jointly massaged her all over. I asked about extra zones and he asked my wife to open her legs so he could show me. He placed the blindfold on her and started slowly touching her all over and he then instructed me to join him and we jointly massaged her all over. Her legs slowly opened and he parted her cunt lips and spread her cunt hairs back to give us both a good view of her labia and cunt starting to get moist. I licked my fingers and peeled back her clit hood to expose her pink little bud for him to work on.I then went to her head end and let him start at her feet end so she had her legs open wide for him to see clearly and as her fingered her clit and cunt, I massaged her tits. This went on for about twenty minutes and he was really working her over, shoving three fingers deep into her cunt canlı bahis and searching for her g spot. She was not objecting and slowly stifling a moan. I decide to up the ante and got him to move to the side as I took my place between her legs and started licking her clit and running my fingers over her puckered asshole and then inserting fingers deep in her cunt.This was a great test of her willingness and submissiveness as this had only happened once before with another masseur and she stopped it last time. I kept licking and sucking her clit and cunt hard and he kept massaging her tits. There was no turning back this time as she started to move her body and orgasm for the first time in front of another man since we have been together.The masseur and I looked at each other and smiled realising that this can be the beginning of plenty more to come. We took off her blindfold and she made no effort to cover her naked body or close her wide open legs as she was relaxed and showed no signs of regret or remorse. I congratulated her on her advancement and said this is what an open marriage can be all about. She just smiled and said we will see.Since that day we have briefly chatted and at first her conscience was getting to her but then she has back to the masseur for her regular massage appointments but has not divulged what went on.

I’d be dating Matt for around a month, he was cute, sexy and pretty submissive. I was always the one calling the shots. When I first told him that I had experience of going to sex parties and the kink scene, he was pretty shocked. Being a couple of years younger than me and only having had one girlfriend before, he was pretty inexperienced and that sort of thing was another world to him! But I soon warmed him up to the idea that he should try it out, and next time an event came up we agreed to go together.I knew quite a few other friends going, and that night I bumped in to several people I knew and introduced them to Matt. Wanting to give him a proper introduction to the scene and make sure he enjoyed his first experience, I took Matt to the couples playroom, so the two of us could have some fun together. The room had low lighting, and one giant bed taking up most of the space. There was already several people in there up to all kinds of things, I spotted anal, someone using a strap on, as well at lots of oral and regular fucking happening.Matt was looking around wide eyed, güvenilir bahis taking it all in. I found us an empty spot on the communal bed in the center of the room and pushed him down on to it. I released his cock from his trousers, he was already rock hard. Pulling up the little latex dress I was wearing, without any panties underneath, I climbed on top of him, guiding him inside. I began rolling my hips back and forth, grinding in to him. I looked down, and could see him looking around the room, he focused on two lesbians that were lying on the large bed next to us, licking each other out in a 69 position. He began to moan as he watched them and felt my tight pussy around his cock. I didn’t mind that he wasn’t looking at me, I loved the fact he was so enthralled with everything happening around him. And I could see an older guy on the other side of the room who was starting at me intently, while another woman sucked his cock – so I was still getting my share of attention. Matt grabbed on to my hips and started moving me up and down on his cock faster, his eyes still güvenilir bahis siteleri fixed on the two women next to us, I could tell that he was about to cum soon, but luckily so was I, the thrill of fucking surrounded by so many others doing is thing for me. I rested my hands on his chest and leaning forward slightly, I let my ass ride up and down quickly, his cock pressing deep in to my pussy. After another moment we both moaned and our bodies shuddered together as we both came.We cleaned up a little and headed back out to the main party. Matt was fully on board now, he had a bounce in his step and was clearly loving the atmosphere. “What other kinds of fun can we have here?” He asked me. I raised an eyebrow at him “wanna push things further do you?” He gave me a sheelish little nod. OK, I thought.Not long after that we bumped in to one of my good friends, Jenny, tall and slim, she has the physique of a model, with long dirty blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. After quick hugs and catch ups, she told me that she was having a shit night and hadn’t had any iddaa siteleri fun yet. Without even looking round at him, I said “Well you can have a turn on my guy if you like? I’m happy to share, if you want to have some fun with him?” I could feel Matts body tense beside me, I didn’t look round at him, but felt confident there would be a look of shock, anticipation and excitement on his face. I got a thrill out of the fact I was offering him up to my friend like an object, without even asking his permission. But I was pretty sure he would be getting just as big a thrill. Jenny gave Matt the once over “sure, he’ll do” she said “sure you don’t mind?” “Go for it babe” I replied. Jenny grabbed Matt by the hand and I turned to look at him for the first time since offering him up. He looked even more excited than I had anticipated and couldn’t keep the massive grin off his face as Jenny led him off to the playroom.I scanned the room and managed to spot someone I knew and had previously hooked up with at past parties- James, a tall, muscled black guy, who I knew from previous experience was very well endowed. I approached him and cut straight to the chase “James, wanna head to the playroom right now” He laughed at me “what, don’t I even get a hello first?” I just gave a playful shrug. “Alright, come on then” he said.

“I’m so close,” Janet groaned. Her fingers were a blur as she reached for her peak.Brad said nothing, dancing on the edge, desperately trying not to go over it. His wife had been teasing him, starting and stopping him and herself for an hour that seemed like three. Not that he would complain. He was so turned on, he’d do anything she said; the question was, would his body obey?Her genitals were swollen, flushed, and dripping from the long session. His would be sore later, but he kept them well-lubed through the pumping, squeezing, and, yes, slapping. Janet was an experienced jerk-off instructor and knew how to push him to higher degrees of excitement then pull him back, spinning his nervous system with delight.Brad loved it most when she joined him. But he also loved it when she just drove him crazy. And he loved to watch her play with herself whether or not he was about to cum. Most of all, he loved Janet.He dared not touch his cockhead, shiny with a mixture of lube and pre-cum. One hand gripped the base of his cock while the other massaged his balls and roamed his body. His grunts and wiggling were well-justified but exaggerated for her entertainment.“Almost,” she gasped. Her other hand wrenched her nipple in a way only her current state would allow. “Al… most,” she held her breath and so did Brad.“Shit!” she cried, “I lost it.”Brad stifled his pained reaction and hoped she didn’t see his face at that moment. He lifted his hands, letting the sweet anguish of denial ring through his body.Janet had stopped but pressed one hand against her crotch as the other brushed the clinging hair from her sweaty forehead. She closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head, her frustrated face inflicting pain in Brad’s chest.“I’m sorry, my love,” she sighed. “My clit is tingling and I want it so much but I can’t get there. Maybe I’ll take a break and try with my vibrator, but I’ll feel terrible if I keep you from cumming any longer.”“Please don’t think that way,” Brad tried to comfort her. “I’m just as frustrated as you are, despite what my prick says.” Both laughed to see it bob, trying to get the tiny additional stimulation it needed to launch. “You know I’ll save it for you.”“That will make me feel worse,” she complained. “Let me count you down and I’ll at least have accomplished something.”“You’re so good to me,” Brad cooed. Although he would never have insisted, neither was he going to object.“Okay, here we go. Ten!” she began, relaxing and taking a bahis şirketleri deep breath. “Nine.” Her hand gently spread her pussy open. “Just so you know how turned on you got me.”His eyes stared at her delicious flesh, his tongue licking his lips. How he wished he could bury his face there.“Eight… I want to be ate!” she teased. She had said the same thing on an earlier countdown she had evilly aborted at three. “Don’t worry. No more stopping,” she reassured when she saw his tense reaction. “Seven. Six.”Brad was pumping slowly, getting back to the edge. It would take only a few flicks when it was time. Mesmerized by her fingers riffling across her folds, he sank into a memory of the aroma, the taste, the slippery, sweltering softness against his face.Her own ardor banked, Janet took time to see his muscles ripple as the tension built throughout his body. His hand traversed his whole shaft, his fist mashing against his balls, then pulling the loose skin upward until only the tip was clutched by his last two fingers. Hips countering the strokes, his hand plunged downward three times for each count.“Five. Four. Three,” she matched his rhythm. There was no stopping, his fuse had been lit. “Two. One. Cum for me Brad!” she sang.And he did. The first spurt reached his neck, then more painted his chest and belly. It was a week’s accumulation augmented by an hour of stimulation. He writhed as the spasms shot through him, softly crooning, “Janet Janet Janet Janet Janet.”Seeing his sweaty body dancing with the ecstasy she had inspired, she felt a glow of satisfaction and pride in the pit of her stomach. She loved him so much and loved making him feel good.Although she had stopped trying to climax, her hand still soothed her inflamed tissue. She knew it turned him on, so she had continued self-caressing as she counted him down. Watching his strong hands milk the last drops from his dick and hearing him repeat her name deliriously made the heat in her belly grow and spread.“Oh!” She sounded like she finally remembered where she had left her keys. More like a hot shower than an explosion, she was drenched in bliss before she understood it; the contractions were late and slow. When she regained her thoughts, she saw his hopeful stare.“That was different, but I think it still counts,” she giggled. “Watching you erupt must have been what I needed to set me off. I was hardly touching myself.”“I’m so glad. After how you made me feel, you certainly deserved bahis firmaları a reward.” He was mopping himself off. “I’m going to take a hot shower; you’re welcome to join me,” he grinned. “I won’t mind if you decide to use the vibrator—before or after.”Brad felt the expected pang arrive. From experience, he knew there was no way to avoid or delay it. Dragging it out never made it any better.“Merry Christmas, my love, my everything,” he said. The Christmas Eve session had lasted past midnight.“Merry Christmas, my wonderful husband,” she replied.With two blown kisses, they broke the connection.The pandemic had separated them. When his sister, Susan, got sick, Brad had gone to care for her. She was fully recovered now, but with the current conditions, it would be risky to travel home.Janet and her brother, Barry, had to take care of their mother. They had to be extremely careful not to let her get infected. Even if Brad tried to come home for the holidays and avoided getting it, he would have first had to self-quarantine away from Janet for two weeks. So they resigned to being apart for the holidays.They did the best they could with remote sex. Sadly, it seemed that their twelve-year tradition of climaxing together at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve would end. Trying to make the distant sex special, they did a week of abstinence before the practice run on Christmas Eve.Christmas morning, after breakfast with his sister, Brad retreated to his bedroom to cam in private with Janet.“I don’t think taking a week off helped,” she lamented. “It might have made things worse.”“Maybe we should do it every day, to get back in form,” Brad suggested, playfully.“I admit, I didn’t expect you to follow the rules, but the amount you produced showed you had been saving it up,” she giggled.They were opening each other’s private Christmas presents.“Oh, it’s lovely!” Janet exclaimed at the complete lingerie outfit, his present to her. “Let me try it on.” She disappeared from view for a few minutes. Returning, she strutted and twerked in the bordello-red heels, stockings, garters, panties, bra, and long, filmy gown. She looked as fabulous in it as he expected.He was surprised when he unwrapped and opened his package. Inside were a half-dozen further-wrapped items—flat, flexible, six-inch squares.“Only unwrap one, and don’t open it,” Janet warned.Brad tore off the colorful paper to discover a pair of pink panties, sealed in a plastic bag.“I don’t kaçak bahis siteleri think they’re my size,” he laughed uncertainly.“They’re not for you to wear, silly,” her face filled the screen. “They’re to sniff!”Brad felt a lump in his throat, picturing his wife spending the time to wear and preserve them, then wrap and send them to him.“Thank you, my love, what a thoughtful gift!” he gushed.With her encouragement, he opened the plastic, the recognizable fragrance making him hard.“We have time for a quickie,” she suggested, standing and lowering her panties to her ankles.He pushed down his bottoms and grabbed some lube from the nightstand drawer. She had the advantage of being at home, so she picked up her favorite vibrator.His pole grew and stiffened as he watched her buzz her pussy. While stroking himself, he inhaled her scent, making his mouth water. She snickered to see one hand wiping his face with her panties while the other milked his dick. Visualizing herself sitting on his face, using her hand to return the pleasure, drove her to the culmination that the insistent toy produced.Her moaning got his attention and he watched her squirm as she orgasmed. He was not far behind and when he felt the pressure go critical, he used her panties to catch his semen as he groaned his release.“That’s okay,” she laughed. “You don’t have to send those back!”“I’ll have to make sure Susan doesn’t find these in the laundry,” Brad chuckled. “She might have some questions.”The two got cleaned up and dressed. Brad helped Susan in the kitchen while Barry brought their mother to spend time with him and Janet. They kept the connection going through dinner, making the best of a bad situation.After dessert, they exchanged less-intimate gifts. Barry and Susan had conspired to get everyone virtual reality headsets. They spent the rest of the evening figuring out how to use them and trying out some games. It took time and practice to get used to the glove controllers.It helped them forget their predicament for a while, seeing each other as avatars in the game. Just before Barry left with their mother, he gave Janet one more item—a 3D camera.“Maybe you can figure out how that works before New Year’s Eve,” he winked. “Susan’s giving him one, too.”The next day, Brad and Janet set up the cameras. Together with the 3D goggles, they could see each other in virtual reality. Unsure whether it would make a difference, they added it to their sex play that evening. Like an old 3D movie, close up views of his penis or her breasts were more comical than titillating. Nonetheless, using the glasses did eliminate the screen and made it seem more like they were in the same room, if still out of reach.

Mike knew his wife since they were at school together. She’d been the most striking of girls, and there wasn’t a boy in the school who wouldn’t have relished calling her their partner. Melissa had been seventeen and he was just a couple of months her junior.They were both been captains of their houses, very popular with their peers and teachers alike. Although he’d never dated Melissa, she captivated him and he often imagined thrusting his cock inside her pussy while he was wanking in bed.Melissa was strikingly beautiful, very charismatic and most of the school thought they would love to fuck her. Everybody told them they made a perfect couple and looked good together. They occasionally kissed and held hands on several occasions but they had never been on a real date.It was near the end of term when they made their fatal decision. Mike asked her if she would like to see the film Al Capone with him at their local picture house. Melissa told Mike as the term had nearly ended they could get their mark, play truant, and no one would be any the wiser.He reminded her if the school kaçak iddaa discovered they had gone awol, the head would deal with them harshly, so they would have to be extra vigilant. The punishment at their school was the cane and truancy always resulted in the ultimate penalty.Mike had been the recipient of the cane when he was in the second year and certainly did not want to feel that stick striking his bum again. Melissa was full of bravado, never felt the pain of stinging palms after being thrashed. She thought the chance of anyone seeing them had been virtually non-existent while they were at the pictures anyway.Melissa told Mike that if they got caught, so what. Melissa was not afraid of caning, as several of her friends had the experience and lived to tell the tale. She thought to herself she often wondered what a caning would be like and was not afraid to discover if the head became aware of their discretion.It had been sod’s law one of the dinner ladies was sitting behind them in the pictures. She also saw they were smoking as well as playing truant. She told the kaçak bahis Headmaster what she witnessed and they were summoned to his study. It did not take them long after a temporary denial to realise the game was up. Mr James told them he would be caning Mike and called the girls’ head, Miss Michaels to deal with Melissa. He added that only their unblemished record saved them from expulsion as he was disgusted at their behaviour.He explained he thought seeing each other punished would emphasise that breaking rules would always have severe consequences. The Headmaster caned Mike first, six stingers across his backside that left him with tears in his eyes. The stinging was excruciating, but he managed to take the punishment stoically without jumping up or crying out.Then poor Melissa received her punishment, six strokes of the cane three on each hand and she reacted quite differently from Mike. She screamed and cried out for her mum to help her as the cane bit into her tender flesh. Melissa had thrown back her head and stamped her feet, begging Miss Michaels to stop as the cane illegal bahis struck her palms.Miss Michaels told Melissa to stop acting like a child and take her punishment as a senior should. It had been the severest thrashing Mike ever witnessed.Mike thought to himself that Melissa had not been so brave now she experienced what a caning entailed. When her thrashing finished she’d been a total wreck and blew on her palms and rubbed them together, trying to relieve the intense pain. He knew she would never be blase about the cane again.He felt sorry for her but at the same time became aroused at the sight of Melissa holding her hands out and watching the cane striking those lovely palms. His cock jumped straight to attention as it turned as hard as steel and he wanted to fuck Melissa so much he was in pain.When their punishment finished the head told them they could go home and come back the following day. He added he was sorry they were caned but it was far better than being expelled and thoroughly deserved.They hurried straight to the toilets and the distressed Melissa had put her stinging palms under the cold tap to try and cool her damaged palms. Mike had selected a cubical in the gents and dabbed cold water onto his punished bum to help relieve the stinging pain he felt.

The shower was everything Becky expected it to be, and more. Every nerve was on sensory overload; the warm water beating on their bodies as they kissed under the spray, the wonderful feel of his hands all over her body as he soaped her up from head to toe. Bill took his time with her body, seemingly memorizing every bit of her, making sure he touched every square millimeter of her skin like he was a blind man, and her skin was written in Braille.Then once he had rinsed her off, he knelt in the tub and sucked her tits while he rubbed and squeezed her back, ass, and legs, then lifted one of her legs over his head, and planted his mouth squarely on her pussy, slurping and licking to beat the band. Becky held his head in place while she rode his face to a marvelous orgasm, then pulled him to his feet, and spent several minutes soaping up his body all over. Like he did with her, she made sure to wash him all over, familiarizing herself with his entire anatomy. Of course, she paid more attention to one particular part of his anatomy than the rest, jacking him off slowly as it bobbed and throbbed before her, alive and seeking attention. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and make love to his magnificent stalk with her lips and tongue, but she could tell the hot water was about to run out, and finished rinsing him off as quickly as possible.They dried off quickly, then she took his erect phallus in her hand, and led him to his bedroom like it was his leash. THEIR bedroom, now, she mused to herself. They fell on the bed together, still damp, and made out like teenagers, rolling around together, touching and squeezing each other all over.After a few minutes of deep, sensual kissing, they broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes. Becky laid her head on his chest, listening to his güvenilir bahis heartbeat when she felt his chest rise in a deep sigh. “Daddy?”“Yes, sweetheart?”“Whatcha thinkin’ about right now?”“Eleven hours.”“Huh?”“Eleven hours ago, you climbed into this bed as my sweet, innocent, virginal little girl.”Becky smiled, tenderly rubbing his chest and tummy. “Well, you were right about the ‘virginal’ part. But innocent? I wanted to make love to you for a LONG time.”“I… I guess I did, too, babe. I know I fought you, but once we got going… it just felt right. I don’t know how else to explain it.” “This… this is perfect. Right here, right now. I feel… I don’t know, like something was missing from my life, y’know? And now… now, it’s right here.” She patted his chest, looking up at his face, smiling. Becky snaked that hand down to grasp his semi-hard penis. “And right here, too.”“Oh, sweetie…” Bill felt his dick twinge under her touch and knew it would be big and hard in seconds.“It was, like, right here all along, like a dream, y’know? But now, it’s REAL.” She leaned up to quickly kiss his astonished face. “I love you SO much, Dad. And I want to go on loving you for a LONG time, okay?”“I… I feel the same way, sweetheart.”“Really, Daddy?” Becky could feel her eyes welling up with tears of joy.“Absolutely! I mean, I’m scared shitless that someone will find out and take you away from me, but yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”“I’m not going anywhere, Dad.”“I know, I know… I’m just scared, that’s all.”They kissed again, deep and sweet.“I knew you were mine the moment you touched my pussy.” Becky said, stroking his steely rod from root to tip. “When did you know, Daddy?”“I knew I was your slave the second your lips touched my cock.”“What… this cock here?” Her hand squeezed his dick, erect and güvenilir bahis siteleri begging for love. “I loved sucking on you, Daddy.”“I could tell, baby.”“What was it you called me? Your little cocksucker?”“I’m… I’m sorry, baby, I was just caught up in the moment, y’know? I… I meant it as a compliment, believe it or not.”“I know. And if I’m being honest… it REALLY turned me on when you called me that.”“I liked your dirty talk, too, sweetie.”“So does he…” She could feel his phallus twitch with a life of its own. “He loves you playing with it, that’s for sure.”“This is my favorite part, Daddy.” She was playing with the head, just running her fingertips around the crown. “There’s just something about how much fatter it is here; the skin is so smooth, the opening at the top pulsing in pleasure… and the sensitive ridge right here around the crown…” She was barely touching each spot of his cock as she described it to him, then leaned down and kissed the tip, poking her tongue into the hole.“Oh! My sweet, beautiful girl…”“Mmmm, Daddy… it makes me wet just thinking about this beautiful hunk of meat. I love running my tongue all around it, just teasing it and kissing it.” She demonstrated by quickly taking him into her mouth, and suckling gently on him.“Oh my God! That feels so amazing, sweetheart!”She pulled his dick from her mouth, resuming her gentle stroking with only her fingertips. “You know, last night, when I first put you in my mouth, I remember just taking the head inside me, until my lips were on the inner side of this ridge.” She ran a finger in a circle on that ridge. “You were so sensitive here, Daddy, I didn’t want to hurt you, so at first I sucked on it softly, kinda like a baby does to a bottle, but once it was inside my mouth, I liked running my tongue all around iddaa siteleri it.”“Your tongue feels wonderful, baby girl.”“Then, after playing with the head for a while, I started to take you deeper, rubbing your shaft with my tongue, and then…” she giggled. “…and then, Daddy, you LOST it. Remember?”“I do, sweetie, I remember every magnificent second of that first time.”“You entwined your fingers in my hair and made me bob up and down on your dick, deeper and faster. I remember gagging a bit every time this part right here…” she pressed her fingers into the spongy tip. “…kept bumping into the back of my throat.”“I… I remember, baby. I’m real sorry if I hurt you, or scared you…”“Don’t be silly, Daddy!” She quickly kissed the tip again. “I absolutely LOVED it! I was being taken, y’know? It was SO passionate, you losing control like that!”“Are you sure, baby?”“Uh-huh. All I had to do was use my free hand to hold the shaft and stroke it, placing my hand on you so you wouldn’t go too deep.” She rained soft, wet kisses down the shaft. “I remember drooling all over you; you tasted so good, my mouth was watering! But then, I got dizzy, and had to catch my breath.”She moved her body down his, resting her cheek on his tummy, with her mouth right over the tip of his throbbing cock. “I’m ready, Daddy,” She leaned down to swab the tip with her wet tongue. “You can fuck my face again if you want to.” She sucked in the head as his fingers insinuated themselves in her hair. “And this time, Papa,” she added, pulling off, “I don’t want to stop until I’ve tasted your cum.” “Anything you want, princess.” Becky placed a quick kiss right on the tip, now sticky with pre-cum, and moaned. She snaked out her tongue and swabbed the tip, savoring the musky taste of his essence. Now it was her dad’s turn to moan. “Ohhh, Rebecca… That feel’s amazing!”“Mmm… you taste delicious, Daddy.”“Yeah, baby, lick me all over… Lick your Daddy’s cock…,” Bill moaned, winding his right hand in her hair, guiding her to move that sweet tongue all over his turgid member.

Clare is married to Scott, my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. My story takes place in the late seventies. It was March, you know that time of year when spring isn’t here yet; you’re sick of winter and just getting over the February blahs. My wife had left the previous December and taken our son with her. Something about needing to find herself, and oh “Merry Christmas dear!” Bah Humbug! Scott and Clare knew I was feeling low so they organized a party at my place. After all I had the space now and no one would be disturbed by the noise. The party had been a good idea; I was feeling a bit better even if I was slightly less sober than when the evening began. Now, everyone had gone home except Scott and Clare. They’d stayed to help clean up and we had ended up having a few more shooters. Scott had, as usual, had way too much to drink and had passed out. Clare and I man handled him upstairs to the guest room and put him to bed. She was really upset with him. His drinking was becoming a problem. His recent promotion had required a lot more hours at work and resulted in a LOT more stress. She said he had never been the really affectionate type, rarely showed his romantic side and had gotten worse lately. “I wish he’d never taken this stupid job!” she complained “Its killing our marriage” We went downstairs and I turned on the gas fireplace. We decided to open a bottle of wine, sit on my leather couch and talk for a while. I was getting a little maudlin and feeling sorry for myself about Lee’s leaving. Clare said, “Frankly, I think she was nuts to leave you. You’re a bahis şirketleri warm, affectionate kind of guy who takes care of his woman. I wish Scott was more like you.” We sat looking into the fire for a few minutes while I thought that over. ‘Did she just make a subtle pass?’ I thought. Clare and I had flirted outrageously for years but I had always thought it was just good natured fun, nothing serious. ‘Maybe I was wrong!? …Nah! It’s my imagination and the booze.’ Just then Clare said “I’m chilled, can I sit next to you?” as she scooted over from her end of the couch. She snuggled into my side, put her arm around my waist, looked at the fire and then looked up at me. Clare was, to say the very least, a GOOD looking woman. She had shoulder length light brown, very fine hair not quite dirty blond, big brown eyes, the face of an angel and a body men only dream about. You guys know: 36D 26 36. You always had the feeling when you watched her that she had just been fucked or wanted to fuck right now. A very sexy woman! She was wearing a pink v-neck sweater, buttoned up the front, except for the top button so she could show off that gorgeous cleavage and well washed light blue jeans that looked painted on. I was in no shape to resist. I leaned over and kissed her. It was like an electric shock had run through me. My heart started to pound and I started to tremble. I could tell she was feeling it too. I rolled her on her back and just kept kissing her. It was more intoxicating than the booze I’d had all night. I just wanted to keep on kissing her. Our tongues fenced and dueled, explored bahis firmaları each other wantonly. Our lips danced, our mouths sucked. We kissed like the spell would break if we stopped. I reached out gently and rubbed my open palm across her left breast. I could feel her tense it under my fingers. I began to gently massage it through her clothing. I knew right then that this was something special that might never come again. I was determined to make it last as long as possible. I kissed her neck, her ears her eyes, her nose, her cheek and her mouth. I kept massaging her breasts. On and on. Very slowly building her passion. I slowly undid the buttons to her sweater, to reveal her lace-trimmed bra, which covered those exquisite breasts. I moved my mouth over her breasts. Nibbling and sucking at her nipples through the material until the front of the bra was wet. I could see the faint outline of the dark areola through the wet material. Her nipples were fully erect. I pushed her bra up and out of the way to reveal those fabulous orbs. We kissed again. Deeply. As the kiss ended I trailed my mouth across her chest to her left breast and began sucking on it like a baby would nurse. She moaned softly. Ever so softly I sucked the nipple in my mouth and gently put pressure on its base with my teeth and while sucking raked my teeth gently up its length. I was rewarded with a slightly sweet tasting secretion. Almost the taste of breast milk. “Oh god!” she moaned. I moved to her right breast and did the same thing, with the same result. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop ever”. She began to kaçak bahis siteleri moan and writhe on the couch, her hips making little rocking motions. My heart was pounding. The sight of her in such ecstasy made my now hard dick even harder. All I could think of was giving this beautiful woman more and more pleasure. Pleasure that she had been obviously missing at home for some time. ‘Scott you’re an ass!’ I thought ‘How could you ignore this hot, hot woman who obviously loves to fuck?’ We kissed and fondled and sucked for a few more minutes. Clare was getting more turned on by the second and I wasn’t far behind. I reached down to the front of her jeans and rubbed her crotch through the material. She clamped her legs around my hand and squeezed. I rubbed harder. She began to gently buck against my hand. Her crotch began to get damp right through the jeans. God this woman was horny! I undid the jeans, pulled down the zipper and slipped my hand in. Her panties were sodden. I pushed the crotch of her panties into her slit and rubbed my hand up and down it’s length. She crossed her ankles and tightened her upper leg muscles and it was like my hand was in a vice. Trapped in her pussy. I could feel her quivering and knew she was having the first of many orgasms that night. I learned later that Clare was multi-orgasmic. She said that once she had one orgasm it was like riding wave after wave of them “I just keep cumming and cumming. Some bigger than others but it doesn’t stop until I stop fucking.” She relaxed her hold on my hand and I put my fingers into her dripping pussy. Still kissing her and sucking her breasts and now rubbing in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit with my thumb, she began to moan louder and began fucking my hand with her well oiled hips. We had been engaged in this foreplay for about 40 minutes now.