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We were in another world when we were transferred from the West Coast to New England. Before, we only knew a couple of our neighbors and seldom saw them socially. At the time, we were in our early thirties. Our New England neighbors were party animals and we were quickly assimilated into the group. We met the nearest neighbors during the first few days, found that they all drank a lot more heavily, and enjoyed partying very late.

Soon, we were invited to join the neighborhood gourmet club. The first club dinner was two doors away and started with a lengthy bout of appetizers and drinks. Later, we had a fine dinner with copious quantities of wine, then after dinner drinks. We staggered home very drunk.

My wife heard the other wives discussing what they called the ‘hangover hots.’ It seems that several of the couples (more used to a lot of booze) enjoyed heavy sex sessions, after either the gourmet dinners, or early the next morning. Walt, one of our next-door neighbors, my wife learned, was a real horndog. He also had a reputation for baking pot-laced brownies.

Several months later, Walt and Linda hosted the gourmet club dinner. As usual, there was a lot of preliminary drinking and the party lasted into the early hours of the morning. People finally began to filter out and I was ready to go home, but Diane, my wife, was flying high and wanted to stay. I could tell that there was no polite way to convince her to leave, so I kissed her and told her I was going to bed. I said that I would leave the door open for her.

I stumbled home, shed my clothes, and quickly fell asleep. Some time later, someone shook my shoulder and called my name. “Gary, Gary, wake up, wake up!”

I opened my eyes and saw Linda standing over me.

“You need to come help me get Diane home,” she insisted. “She’s really drunk and she needs your help to get home.”

I came out of my alcoholic fog and slid out of bed, forgetting that I sleep nude. Linda took a step back when I stood up and faced her…weaving a bit.

“Guess I need to get dressed, I mumbled.

Linda shook her head. “Here let me help you.”

She found my pants and a pair of house slippers and helped me get my legs into the pants while I sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s all you’ll need,” she assured me. “Let’s go get Diane.”

Linda and I walked across the yards and up to their family room door together. She reached for the doorknob and stopped. “Oh shit, Walt, you son-of-a-bitch!” she cursed as she looked through the door’s little glass pane.

Curious, I pushed Linda aside enough to peer through the glass to see what had upset Linda. My eyes opened wide as I saw Diane sprawled on my neighbor’s sofa with her head in Walt’s lap. My neighbor had one hand down her blouse and his other hand up her dress, obviously wetting his fingers in my wife’s pussy. He had his pants open and his cock semi-stiff prick was lying alongside Diane’s face.

Linda raised her fist to bang on the door, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Wait a minute,” I whispered, “I want to see what he’ll do.”

Linda whispered back, “He’ll fuck her if he can get his little cock hard enough. He’s always been that way.”

We stood unseen at the door for a few more minutes while Walt hiked up Diane’s dress and pulled her panties to one side, surveying her light brown bush and slowly fingering her. He managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and pulled her left breast out of her bra. I watched as he squeezed her 38C boob and pulled on her little pink nipple. My stomach tightened but my cock was twitching at the same time.

“That’s more than enough for me,” Linda rasped. I looked over at her and noticed that she had her right hand between her legs, pressed tightly against her own mound right through her dress.

This time, when she raised her fist to bang on the door, I didn’t stop her. She whacked the doorframe and Walt jumped as if he’d been shot!

We both saw him zip up his pants and push Diane’s dress back down before he hurried to the door.

The meek look on his face was laughable. He didn’t know if I was going to slug him or hug him. Frankly, I was in no condition to do either one.

“I was just keeping Diane company until you got here,” he tried to lie.

Linda pushed him aside briskly. “Yeah, we saw how you were keeping her company, stud,” she barked. “We’ll discuss that later.”

Linda and I picked Diane up, one on each side, and gently lifted and carried her back across the yards, in our door, and up the stairs to our bedroom.

“Does she sleep like you do?” Linda asked me.

“Most of the time…unless it’s really cold,” I replied.

“Okay, help me get her out of her clothes then,” Linda ordered.

We had no problem with her blouse because it was still mostly unbuttoned. I raised her up and removed her bra while Linda unzipped my wife’s dress and slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her now bare feet. I rolled Diane onto her side and pulled the sheet up over her inert form.

“I’ll walk you home, Linda,” I volunteered.

“Not necessary,” she countered. seks hikayeleri “I know my way and there’s nobody around this time of morning anyhow. Take care of Diane. Let me know what she has to say when she wakes up. If she wants to talk, have her call me anytime. I’m sorry about what happened. Walt just can’t help himself sometime. Don’t be too upset, okay?”

“I’m okay, Linda, don’t worry about it,” I half-lied.

**

The next morning, Diane woke up with a splitting headache. I got up but she just rolled over and groaned.

“What happened last night?” she mumbled. “I feel like I was hit by a train.”

I looked down at her nude body and felt sorry for her. I wasn’t feeling all that great myself, but I wanted coffee and something solid to eat.

“You partied a little too hard, I think. Time is on your side, you know. Take it easy and maybe you’ll feel better by noon.”

“How did I get home,” Diane asked before I could retreat.

I looked into her bleary eyes and smiled. “Linda and I half-carried you home and then we put you to bed.”

“I should have left when you did,” she admitted. “After you were gone, Walt started getting crazy and he wouldn’t let me leave until I had another drink.”

Not wanting to get into the details of what had taken place, I headed for the door. “Take a nap and you’ll feel better later on.”

The world looked better after two mugs of coffee and a few slices of toast. I wondered what had happened after Linda went back home to confront Walt. That is when our telephone rang. It was Linda.

“Meet me on your back porch in a couple of minutes,” she said curtly.

**

Linda was waiting when I opened the door to our back porch, carrying two cups and what was left of the coffee. She was wearing the short dress that she wore the night before.

“How is Diane?” Linda asked with concern in her voice. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she has a major hangover and is still sleeping.”

Linda nodded. “Was she upset about what happened last night?”

“I don’t believe she remembers a thing about it, frankly,” I replied. “She just said that Walt got crazy and insisted that she drink some more. It seems that’s about all she recalls.”

Linda seemed relieved. “Maybe that’s best then. I gave Walt a good tongue lashing this morning. I don’t think it did any good, though. Before I was through, he had me on my hands and knees, and we were fucking like two rabbits! It’s those’ hangover hots that take charge after so much booze. I want to apologize again, for what happened…what you saw. I hope it doesn’t spoil our friendship.”

I thought about it for a few moments. “Well, since Diane doesn’t remember any of it, and we were all pretty drunk, I don’t see why we have to create a big scene,” I finally stated.

“I’m so glad you are being so mature about it,” Linda responded. “I really like you both and I want to stay friends. After all, I’ve seen you both naked, so what’s the big deal, right?”

Her smile made me chuckle. “Yeah, when you woke me up, I wasn’t thinking. I forgot that I was nude when I crawled out of bed. Don’t bring that up to Walt, okay?”

“My lips are sealed,” Linda promised, “but you know it might not be a bad idea to arrange a little get together where we can put everything on display and eliminate all the intrigue.”

“What do you mean, Linda?”

“I’m thinking about hosting another party in a week or two with you guys and two other couples who have indicated that they enjoy sexy games sometime. We could have drinks and stuff and play some strip poker or something so that we all end up naked. Take the mystery out of the relationships, so to speak. What do you think?”

I smiled at her earnest expression. “So that would mean that I would get to see you naked, right Linda?”

“Hell, Diane and I are built so much alike; you have already basically seen me!”

“Still, it would be a nice treat to view the real you,” I countered. “You’ve got more freckles. Who else are you thinking about?”

Linda grinned. “Marge and Ian are Europeans and they are very casual about things she’s told me. Then, Bob and Juanita from our couples bowling league. From what I’ve overheard, they like adult fun sometime.”

“Fine with me, but you must promise to keep Walt under control and make sure we don’t all end up smashed on the living room floor.”

“Leave it to me,” Linda confirmed. “I’ll set it up with the others, then call Diane and talk her into coming…without giving away too many details.”

We sipped our coffee and talked for a while longer, during which time I admired Linda’s long legs and painted toenails. As she rose to leave, she leaned over to put down her cup and I got a quick glimpse of her firm breasts and the very top of a small, pink nipple.

“Yes, you really do look very much like Diane,” I quipped as she stood up.

“Hell, you’re almost as bad as Walt!” she replied sarcastically. “He’s always looking down women’s tops. Anyway, thanks for the coffee and thanks even more for being a good guy.”

She leaned close sex hikayeleri and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

“You’ve got a nice big cock, too,” she added over her shoulder as she stepped off my porch.

**

Later that day, I was out in the backyard clearing some brush from under the trees and I noticed Walt standing on his back porch. He was drinking a beer and watching me. I paused and waved him over. He went inside briefly and sauntered over with two beers in his hands.

“Hi neighbor,” he began, “I brought you a beer, sort of as a peace offering.”

I took the beer and clicked bottles with him. “Thanks, I can use a cold one right about now.”

We stood in silence for a long moment before he spoke again. “I guess you caught me pretty good last night. I’m sorry for losing my cool and getting fresh with Diane. Linda really gave me a hard time about it. I guess you both saw me messing around, huh?”

“We saw enough, Walt,” I agreed. “Shit like that happens sometimes when people have had too much to drink. If I was going to go ballistic, I would have done so last night, so don’t worry about it. But keep in mind, you owe me one.”

Walt took a sip of beer and looked up, smiling. “Yeah, I suppose I do, but Linda has a mind of her own. I can’t tell her what to do or not do, you know.”

“Diane is the same way,” I replied seriously. In fact, Linda expressed some interesting ideas this morning when she shared a cup of coffee with me. Did she tell you what she has in mind?”

Walt shook his head. “Nah, she’s giving me the silent treatment. After the “hangover hots” wore off, she’s been a bit standoffish with me. What did she say?”

“She’s planning to have a party soon. She talked about inviting two or more other couples plus us and playing some adult games. Linda’s planning to convince Diane to join the party.”

“Damn, I can never figure out my wife. One minute she’s acting like a prude and the next minute she’s planning a hot party! I guess that’s why I love her so much, she’s unpredictable.”

I had to laugh. “That’s what she says about you too, Walt. I don’t think she was expecting to bring me back to your house last night to observe you with your fingers up Diane’s pussy and your other hand feeling her tits.”

“Oh, you saw that too, eh?” Walt stammered.

“Yes, I think we got back just in time. In another five minutes, I’m afraid you might have been in even deeper. By the way, did you ever get your limp prick into her mouth?”

Walt stepped back. “Damn, Gary, I think the whole situation turned you on. It did, didn’t it?”

I had to admit that I had many mixed emotions during and after the arousing event we watched.

Walt grinned. “Well, it looks like we both enjoy seeing naked women. Maybe Linda is planning another party just so she can show off for you and some of the other neighbors. I’m sure not one to complain.”

I just had to goad Walt a little more to see what he would say. “So, Walt, you would welcome the opportunity to see Diane completely naked again, right? And you wouldn’t mind having her suck on your cock and maybe get the chance to do even more?”

“I’d be lying if I said no,” Walt admitted. “Diane is hot, you know. However, she was passed out last night, so she really didn’t let me do anything; I saw the opportunity and I decided to take it. I doubt that she would do anything while aware. I know my little package wouldn’t impress her.”

“Well, Walt, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens. Stay cool and don’t tell Linda that you know anything about her party plans. If she’s able to pull it off, we both might enjoy some unexpected fun.”

Walt smiled and held up his hand for a high five. “Here’s hoping all goes well,” he proposed as our palms slapped together.

I decided to omit telling him that Linda kissed me that morning as she left my back porch.

**

A week or so later, I came home to find my wife, Diane, and our neighbor, Linda, in quiet conversation in our den. It was obvious that neither of them wanted me involved in their conversation. After a quick kiss hello from Diane, I retreated to my home office to finish some work.

I heard the gal’s say goodbye about an hour later, but continued working. Diane came into the office and hugged me from behind.

“Enough work for tonight, Gary,” she prodded. “Come help me fix dinner and I’ll tell you why Linda came over this afternoon.”

Dutifully, I followed my attractive wife to the kitchen and found a nice bottle of red wine to open before dinner. Strangely, Diane had said nothing about the earlier party since that fateful night.

“Linda came over to invite us to a party this next Saturday evening,” Diane stated. “She said two other neighbor couples would be there too.”

I tried to seem only mildly interested, but I was almost holding my breath. “What did you say? Are we going?”

“At first, I tried to beg off,” Diane admitted, “but Linda kept insisting that we join the party. She said we’d have a nice evening and maybe stay sober enough to indulge in erotik hikayeler some games and stuff.”

“Sounds like fun, and we aren’t doing anything else are we?” I responded offhandedly.

“Well, the last time we were at their house, we definitely had too much to drink. I was embarrassed.”

“Oh? Embarrassed about what?” I asked dumbly.

“You know,” Diane said, “I actually passed out with my head in Walt’s lap. I don’t remember much of what happened after he helped me lie down, but I have a feeling that he might have taken advantage of the situation. You were home in bed, so I just don’t know.”

I shuffled around the kitchen for a few moments to organize my thoughts. “Well, we’ll just have to be sure that you don’t over indulge next time, won’t we?”

“That’s right. I told Linda how embarrassed I was and she assured me that she would watch and make sure my drinks were weak and that I would be okay. She also told me that she helped you undress me and put me to bed. I almost died when she told me, but she said didn’t mind helping out one of her best friends. I guess it doesn’t matter that Linda saw me naked and all messed up.”

I decided to flatter my wife a bit. “You have nothing to be ashamed about. You have a gorgeous body and you looked so cute and innocent the other night. So, who else is coming to the party?”

“Linda said that Marge and Ian will be there. They are the European couple up on the corner. Juanita and Bob is the other couple that she’s invited. They are the cute couple in our bowling league. Do you remember them?”

“Juanita is the gal who wears those tight jeans and has the cute butt, right?” I replied without thinking.

Diane punched my arm. “You men, all you see are tits and asses! In this case, you are correct, and Bob is the tall, good-looking blonde guy with the big muscles.”

“Okay, I know him now. He’s actually a very nice guy, by the way.” I responded with a laugh. “So did you accept Linda’s invitation?”

Diane nodded. “She finally convinced me and I said we would be there. I’m going to make a couple of cold snacks, maybe some spicy boiled shrimp, and I told her you would pick out a few bottles of good wine to contribute.”

When I heard Diane say that she accepted Linda’s invitation, a vision of my next-door neighbor’s wife nude in front of me flashed across my brain like a bolt of lightning. “I’ve got four bottles that should be perfect,” I replied as casually as I could, given the stiffness I was feeling in my slacks.

**

Diane and I walked across the yards to our next-door neighbor’s house carrying trays of food and the wine that I’d chosen. We weren’t the first couple to arrive. Bob and Juanita’s Lincoln was at the curb. Ian and Marge could walk over, so we weren’t surprised to find the six others standing together in the den when we let ourselves in the door.

“Here, let me help you get the trays unwrapped, Linda offered smiling broadly.

I shook hands with the men and gave Marge and Juanita hugs. Marge hugged tight and seemed to glue her body to me just a few seconds longer than necessary for a greeting. Her small, firm breasts pressed into my chest as she smiled, her eyes twinkling. Marge was English and Ian was a mixture of Scot and Norwegian. They were always ready for a party and they seemed to have a rather carefree attitude. Ian was tall and ruggedly muscular, with a prominent mustache and a thick shock of brown hair.

As Marge slipped out of my arms, she walked to the doorway leading to the kitchen. “Hey, Linda, what’s this sheet doing over the door?” she asked as she pushed it aside with her hand.

Linda called back from the kitchen. “It’s part of our first game this evening. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Sounds interesting,” Juanita volunteered. “Why would we need a sheet to play a game? I was hoping for a game of Twister,” she added with a low chuckle.

“That’s because you’re lean and supple,” Bob said with a laugh. “You’re the only one who can get in those outlandish positions.”

Juanita was long and lean. She was almost too slender and I guessed that she must wear a padded bra to give her some curves in front. On the other hand, Juanita had one of the cutest asses imaginable. She wore very tight jeans when we bowled and it was hard not to stare at her sweet buns.

Linda invited everybody to join her in the dining room, where she and Diane had set up the buffet of snacks and wine. We took plates and grazed for the next hour or so, chatting and drinking wine. It was obvious that we were all good friends and there was a lot of good-natured teasing and flirting.

I was opening another bottle of wine when Linda called everyone into the den.

“I’m sure you are all curious about the sheet over the door,” she began. “Well, we are going to see how observant you each are tonight. I read about this little game last month and it sounded like a lot of fun. We will have prize for the male and a female winner when the game is over. Here’s how it works,” she said. “The men will go behind the sheet first. The gals will each have a notepad and pencil and will sit in a semi-circle here. One at a time, each man will expose a part of the body for exactly five seconds. The gals will try to guess which man is which based on the quick exposures. The men will note down the order of their exposures on their master list. Is that all clear?”

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“This should be fun. A Halloween party in a real haunted house. Don’t you think it’ll be fun, Bill?”

“Um-yeah, sure. I’m sorry. I’m having a bit of trouble with the GPS. Yes, it should be fun. Kevin’s put a lot of work into this place. And the ghost is just rumors, sweetie. I don’t think you should mention it to Kevin.” Patricia is the love of my life, and while she looks like a real California babe, her Chinese heritage shows through in some of the oddest ways. She loves gambling. And she’s quite superstitious. Ok, those are terribly racist stereotypes, but there you are. I never should have mentioned the ghost story associated with Kevin’s house.

“Oh, I won’t. But it’s exciting, don’t you think? There’ll be lots of people there, right? I’ll bet a lot of them are thinking about it, don’t you Bill?”

Patricia only chatters like that when she’s nervous. She must be more concerned about the supposed ghost than I realized. Damn! I should never have mentioned it to her! Damn Kevin! So proud of that story. It’s interesting but he was always talking it up, and I didn’t mean for Patricia to get scared. If she talks to Kevin, he’s going to go on and on about the murder and the noises and Patricia’s going to be so scared. She won’t enjoy the party at all and she’ll probably be edgy all weekend. Shit!

Patricia chattered on, but I had to focus on driving. Kevin’s party started at 9:00 and this time of year, it got dark about 6:30. And we’d never been to his house before and he lived so damnably far out in the country. I suppose it’s pretty but I couldn’t see a thing. I…here’s the turn-off…a left…there was the driveway. At least Kevin had lighted the driveway and the yard in front of the house. Maybe ten cars were already there.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful. I can’t believe it’s haunted. You don’t think it’s really haunted, do you, Bill?” Patricia was still on edge. I could hear the tension in her voice, now that I could really pay attention. Poor baby! I’ll have to stay close and calm her down. I walked around the car to get her door. She enjoyed being the object of these old-fashioned courtesies, as long as it was clear that I didn’t assume she needed to have them done.

“M’dear. Shall we?” I watched her legs, exposed as she got out of the car. Patricia was not particularly buxom, but she had incredibly beautiful legs. She was wearing a Cleopatra costume – a long white skirt, slit nearly to her waist on both sides, a golden bra, lots of jewelry, heavy make-up, high strappy sandals. She didn’t need a wig – her thick, dark hair and customary Bette Page cut were perfect. OK, her outfit wasn’t authentic, but it was very sexy. I was Marc Anthony, I think. Kind of a pseudo Roman soldier. Maybe Julius Caesar. Costumes are really more Patricia’s department than mine.

Patricia took my arm and we walked towards the door. There were another twenty or so cars parked in the side yard. Good. The party was big enough to keep Patricia busy. She wouldn’t think about ghosts.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” Kevin called from the far corner of the house. “The party’s around back.”

Patricia’s heels slowed us a bit crossing the lawn. But I enjoyed the way she hung on my arm. She’s so beautiful, so loving. We really needed to spend more time together. I’d been working too hard lately. Well, as the holidays come, things will slow down and Patricia and I can catch up.

We walked around the corner to see Kevin – dressed in a tuxedo – with a martini glass in his hand, chatting with a very curvaceous Marilyn Monroe and someone vaguely resembling John Kennedy. Scattered around the bar and pool area were maybe twenty other costumed individuals, with a high percentage of vampires and a few werewolves. That “Twilight” influence, no doubt. I led Patricia toward Kevin, partially out of a desire to get drinks and partially out of curiosity. It wasn’t at all obvious just who – or what – he was supposed to be.

That matter was settled when Kevin said, “Bond. James Bond,” as we approached. Apparently we were not the first unable to decipher his costume. Kevin fancied himself a dashing figure, so the costume choice made sense. Shaking my hand, he called, “Lisa, come meet Patricia and what’s his name!” Then, to us, “Bill, what’re you drinking? Patricia?”

A stunning auburn-haired woman wearing a red spandex strapless dress, several sizes too small, came over. “Hello, Patricia. I’m Lisa. Guess who I am, Bill.” As far as I could tell, the only clues beyond her skin-tight dress, which was slit on the side up to her waist, were too much make-up and opera gloves.

“Uh…Lucille Ball?” I knew I was wrong, but I really had no idea. Sexy, obviously, red-head, but beyond that…

Patricia, however, was much sharper than I. “Jessica Rabbit, of course. What a great idea, Lisa. You look perfect! Doesn’t she look great, Bill? Lisa, are you going to sing for us, too?”

Lisa giggled. “I don’t know. Maybe. You’re so sweet.”

Kevin seks hikayeleri brought over a Scotch and soda for me and a strawberry daiquiri for Patricia. “Do you need another drink, sweetie?” This last was directed to Lisa. “I’m going to play bartender for a while longer, then let everyone fend for themselves.”

Patricia and Lisa were sitting on a lounger, talking about the house. I noticed that Patricia was drinking faster than usual – another sign that she was nervous. A couple of other women joined them – a vampire and, I think, Pat Benatar. Kevin retreated to the bar, leaving me to fend for myself.

I’m not terribly comfortable at parties, and even less so when wearing a skirt. So I took a deep drag on the Scotch and looked around to see who I might know. No such luck. Between the relatively weak light and the costumes, I was lost. I don’t like sports, I don’t follow popular television, I don’t garden, we don’t have kids…in short, I don’t know anything suitable for small talk except the weather. And I don’t like talking about the weather. So I called out to Patricia, “Sweetie, I’m going to look around inside,” and then went into the house. Patricia smiled and nodded, but didn’t reply. She did, however, take the second drink Kevin offered.

The house was amazing. Impeccably decorated in American country style, it was hard to imagine that a year ago this was practically a shell. Kevin had invested major bucks in remodeling and furnishing his home.

I wandered about the downstairs for a while. Kevin might be a bit pretentious, but he did have an excellent collection of guitars. Not untouchable collectors’ items, real players. He and I jammed occasionally and I knew he wouldn’t mind. He had a 1948 Martin OOO-28 that I loved playing, and a recent Guild A-150 archtop that had the most beautiful tone. I’m not good, but I do enjoy playing and it would be a great way to kill 30-45 minutes, long enough to make the party more bearable and short enough not to get me in trouble with Patricia. She thought I was too unsocial.

I wasn’t the only one. Ken Ford, one of our hardware guys, was there already picking around on a Loar mandolin. Like me, Ken wasn’t really a party kind of guy. He, at least, was dressed appropriately – overalls, a flannel shirt, Wolverine boots. He looked like a bluegrass musician. I looked like an idiot, wearing a toga and playing “Roll in My Sweet Baby’s Arms.” But it was fun. Rolly Williams joined us and we played for what seemed like an hour or so.

“Ken, come on. We better go.” A very attractive Daisy Mae called from the doorway. “Most of the people have already left. Do you know where Kevin is?”

Ken jumped up. “Nope. Haven’t seen him. How late is it?”

I glanced at the mantel clock – and realized it hadn’t moved since I entered. My cell, however, told the truth…we’d been jamming for over three hours! Patricia was going to be quite pissed! Shit! Was I in trouble!

Rolly and I followed Ken and his girlfriend back outside. Kevin was nowhere to be found. There were still a few cars scattered about, but no one was in sight. I was in deep do-do. Patricia really disliked what she considered my refusal to socialize. I was going to have to be especially careful if I wanted to avoid a major argument. And I did want to avoid any argument.

I said good-night to Ken and his girlfriend, who promptly left. Rolly and I looked around the large yard for Kevin with no success. “Well, I came stag, so unless you want to go jam some more, I’m outa here.”

“No. I’d like that, but I think I’d better find my wife. ‘Night, Rolly.”

I really wanted to find Patricia. Did she get a cab and go? No, not likely. She didn’t bring any money. Kevin might have given her some, but he probably would have talked her into waiting for me first. Lisa? No, she would have followed Kevin’s lead, probably. But then where were they? Her cell went straight to voicemail.

I looked around the downstairs again, again marveling at how much money Kevin must have sunk into remodeling. In one room, a television was playing, yet you couldn’t hear it at all in the next room when the door was closed. I realized that meant I need to check every closed room, because the party might have migrated to behind closed doors. It also meant that calling out was no sure thing.

Exhausting the rooms downstairs, I moved upstairs. This was a little more touchy…I didn’t want Kevin to think I was snooping, but I did need to find Patricia.

What I took to be the master bedroom was immediately at the head of the stairs. Nothing. Grand, but empty. I did notice that Kevin had mirrors on the ceiling as well as one mirrored wall. But no people. Same for both upstairs baths (one with a jacuzzi), and the other three bedrooms. Jeez, what kind of entertaining did Kevin do, that he needed so much space?

I almost overlooked a door at the end of the upstairs corridor. It was quite ordinary, and not sex hikayeleri well lit. It could have been a closet, but instead it opened to reveal a dim set of stairs.

At the top, there stretched a long hall leading back across the house. A full third story. Of course, up here was the supposed murder room, where the deed was done. It was probably once servants’ quarters. Kevin never explained what he’d had done to them. Silence. I’d need to inspect each room, I suppose.

I opened the door nearest me, and realized the room was quite large, maybe stretching along the entire length of the hall. My end was dark, but there was light at the opposite end. People were gathered about. A bit odd. Then I realized what I was seeing.

Patricia was lying across a large ottoman, flat on her back, legs in the air, with Kevin firmly holding her hips as he thrust into her. Another man had his cock in her mouth. She had her chin tilted up, and was taking his cock balls-deep into her mouth. There were three other men, all naked from the waist down. Hidden in the darkness, I was paralyzed. My wife was being gang-banged, and my boss was leading the way!

The man she was sucking stiffened and cried out, “Oh god yes! Swallow it, bitch!” I heard Patricia making noises somewhere between gagging and slurping. The man – I could finally tell it was Todd from sales – stepped back, drawing his rapidly deflating cock from my wife’s mouth. She actually kissed his cock as he pulled away, and a long thread of cum formed between the mushroom-like head of his cock to her lovely soft lips. Her pink tongue darted out, pulling his slime in.

She gasped. Kevin had not paused in his pounding.

“Uh…uh…uh..So good. Yes. Uh…uh…uh…oh god yes.” Patricia was aggressively thrusting her ass against him. Patricia never acted like this with me. “Uh…yes…fuck me…so good.” With each thrust, there was a little squishing sound and an off-white, gooey substance had formed a ring joining his cock to her pussy. Each time he drew back, his engorged cock was shiny with their juices. Each thrust forward forced more fluid from her.

He was much bigger than I, but her pussy accommodated him easily.

Mike stepped up to her face, his erection practically pulsing. My beloved wife took his cock in her right hand and guided it into her mouth, her left hand pulling and twisting at her left breast. From the way she arched her back and the almost-stifled mewing noises, I realized she was cumming. Cumming while sucking Mike, who she claimed to find repulsive. Of course, Kevin was doing his best to fuck her brains out.

I realized I was stroking my cock under my tunic. It was rapidly hardening and precum was already wetting the head. My beautiful Patricia was being such a perfect slut! I wanted to go closer, to step into the room, to take part…but I didn’t want it to stop and the sudden appearance of a husband might just have that reaction.

Kevin, meanwhile, had reached his limit. Patricia’s legs had wrapped around him tightly, practically burying his cock inside her. This was more than he could handle. “Oh yeah baby! Squeeze that pussy tight! Oh yeah! Fuck, yeah!” Someone walked up behind Kevin – Lisa! She put her arms around him.

“Pump her full, baby! She loves it! You love this, don’t you, you slut! Fill her, baby! Oh god I hope you knock her up.”

Kevin was still standing, locked in the grip of Patricia’s hips and thighs. He made several, small spasms-draining his cock, most likely. Then he grasped her legs and pushed them apart, freeing himself, and stepped back. There was a soft “plop” as his cock pulled out of my wife’s pussy.

“Oh, sweetie, look at all the cum! You really shot your load! And her pussy looks so inviting, all lubed up and open. Who’s next?” Lisa directed this last to the group of men waiting their turn.

“Shit. I want more of that pussy.” Darryl Nelson, from shipping, stepped forward. Darryl’s black and while Patricia isn’t exactly racist, she is pretty old-fashioned. I was about to discover how she felt about fucking a black guy. A black guy with a huge cock. Maybe even bigger than Kevin’s monster. Then I realized what Darryl had said. Apparently, he had already fucked Patricia. I wondered how she felt about that.

Apparently Patricia felt pretty good about it, because she spread her legs wide. Her left hand had moved to her clit and she was rapidly approaching another powerful orgasm. She was gasping for breath around Mike’s cock. She was making a continuous “Uhn, uhn, uhn,” incoherent but clearly conveying the pleasure she was experiencing.

Darryl put the head of his cock at her oozing pussy and rubbed it around a bit. “Gotta lube it up. Don’t want to tear this sweet piece.” Patricia had switched back to her mewing noise and was rocking her hips, eager to get that beautiful black cock in her. Darryl simply pushed and slid in. Patricia arched high and emitted as loud an erotik hikayeler “Ahhhhhh” as Mike’s cock permitted. “Get out of there, man. You gonna choke her. Let her enjoy being fucked by a real man, dude.” Darryl was moving slowly, deliberately. In, out, in, out. Mike pulled out, not satisfied but not willing to challenge Darryl’s authority. Patricia never even opened her eyes. She was arched and making her mewing sounds again. My god, was she orgasming? She was…a series! Each thrust of Darryl’s cock brought a new climax! Her hands were pulling both breasts now. Her nipples were hard little buttons. Darryl was thrusting faster now, and Kevin’s cum was being forced from Patricia’s pussy, making a frothy lube for that huge cock.

“This bitch can fuck! I never saw an Asian chick take black cock so eagerly. Woo she good!” Darryl was smiling and enjoying my lovely wife’s tight little pussy. That is, if it’s still tight. Who am I kidding? It has to be tight for Darryl’s cock, although it probably wouldn’t feel tight for me ever again.

Lisa seemed fascinated by that black rod sliding in and out of Patricia’s golden pussy. I admit, it was beautiful, in a strange way. It dawned on me that Patricia’s mews corresponded to Darryl’s withdrawals – almost as if she was sad to not be filled. My cock was throbbing. I had watched my lovely wife service four guys and she showed no sign of stopping.

Lisa suddenly leaned over and kissed her. Passionately, with lots of tongue. As far as I knew, Patricia had never kissed a woman, had no lesbian experiences, but she responded wholeheartedly. When Lisa raised her head, Patricia eagerly kept contact, even wrapped an arm around Lisa’s neck. Darryl smiled. “Yeah, baby. Do it. You eat this other hot bitch while I fuck you.” To Lisa, “You. Take your dress off and sit on her face.”

Not needing encouragement, Lisa pushed her dress down, stepped out of it, and straddled my baby’s face. Lisa’s skin was tanned – everywhere – and her breasts were much larger than Patricia’s. Fake, I think. Like Patricia, she was shaved smooth, but unlike Patricia, she had a little tattoo just above her pussy. I couldn’t be sure but it looked like a dragon.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, that’s nice, baby. Yeah. Lick me. Yeah. OH. Ah…ah…ah…oh, yeah.” Patricia had reached around Lisa’s lovely ass and first massaged, then probed Lisa’s butt with her fingers, eliciting surprise, then pleasure from the woman.

Still pumping Patricia with deep, hard strokes, Darryl reached around Lisa and squeezed those huge melons. Lisa squealed and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh god this is so good.” She leaned back, eventually contacting Darryl’s chest.

Kevin, excited vicariously by the sight of this incredible threesome, knelt at Lisa’s crouch. “You like this, don’t you, bitch? You like being a cum dump. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, bitch?”

At first, I thought he was addressing Lisa, but as I realized I was wrong, I heard Patricia’s muffled voice, “Yes…Ah…I love…it…AH…Thank…you…OH…oh…oh…yessss…oh…”

“I knew you would. You’re a great cunt, Patricia. You’re such a good fuck. I think you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had…so tight, so smooth, so wet. I can’t believe Bill has such luck.” Kevin started stroking Lisa’s clit, which caused an immediate response. Lisa’s eyes grew wide, her mouth opened and she started gasping. Not seconds later, she jumped up.

“Oh, god, too sensitive! Oh, that was incredible! She’s incredible! You’ve got to do her mouth, lover. Suck my man, slut! Take him all in.” Lisa took Kevin’s now engorged cock and gently pulled him to Patricia’s mouth.

Both of Patricia’s cheeks were glistening with Lisa’s juices, and maybe the juices of the men she’d sucked earlier. I was transfixed, watching her arch her neck and stretch to get Kevin’s cock. Darryl’s firm grip on her body didn’t allow her much movement, but she was eager to realize Lisa’s wish.

Darryl was starting to make grunting noises. Patricia had wrapped her legs around him as she had done earlier with Kevin. Darryl’s width had practically forced her into a perfect split, but it also meant that his massive cock was nearly buried inside her. Her abdomen bulged a bit with each thrust. Her left hand was aggressively massaging her clit while her right was firmly gripping Kevin’s cock, guiding him into her sweet mouth. Her lips were stretched about his girth, an odd symmetry to the way Darryl stretched her vaginal lips. She was making the mewing noise again, which by now the audience had decoded.

“Yeah, bitch. You love this. Darryl’s going to fill you up, bitch. I want you to cum. I want you to love this. We’re going to fuck you every week, bitch.” Kevin was holding her hair, vigorously fucking her face. My sweet bride buckled and moaned, clearly experiencing an intense orgasm. Her actions brought both Kevin and Darryl over the edge.

“Uhnnn, uhnnn, yeah…oh…nice. Yeah.” Darryl had stopped thrusting, buried completely in my loving wife. His sweat dripped onto her belly. “Mmmmm. You is one good fuck, bitch. I could do you again and again. I think I’d like that, yeah. Would you like that, bitch?”

Patricia was too busy swallowing Kevin’s load to make a noise, but she nodded.

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I had never seen Susan’s Mom at a loss. Her name is Sandra (you get the “S” pattern), she has short, very full “sandy” hair, is as tall as Susan but even heftier, and I see in her what Susan’s breasts might be like in 20 years. Not complaining!

Forgive me for starting with her boobs, but bodies are on my mind. Sandra lost her husband, and the girls’ their dad, almost 10 years ago, to an early heart attack, and Sandra definitely has headed the family. To my knowledge, she never dated, but I couldn’t figure out why. She was frankly hot, and exercised like a Marine, with great shoulders, arms, long legs, and plenty of pectoral muscle to hold up her front load. But why work-out that hard if you didn’t want a man?

I know, health; but that doesn’t mean sweating like a $1,500-an-hour fashion model. Even her face shows it: strong. Tight, lots of sculpting, firm lips, clear green eyes. An assertive chin with a cute cleft. When necessary, she commanded like a CEO, and sometimes dressed like one. Not now, though: just a T-shirt (we were still in the long summer days, lots of light late in the evening), a black bra beneath, and butter-yellow shorts, mid-thigh. Bare legs. Sandals with low heels.

Funny, seeing Susan’s mother stand there, for just a second, made me very conscious of the size of my manhood. Probably because she was staring at it—where else? And her lips were parted—not, I think, in lust. She actually had crossed her arms over her chest, not in modesty—more like a heart attack. (Just kidding. I hope.)

And then, she turned right around and banged out through the screen door back to the porch.

Stephanie had risen, interrupting the job—again!—and wiped her hand across her slick lips. She made no move to dress. Quite a family, this one.

Sandra’s voice came from the porch, accusing. “Look, what you girls do is your own business, Stephanie. BUT, Susan SAID I could come over, right about this time, to have a glass of wine and wish Tommy happy birthday. That’s the ONLY reason I’m HERE.”

“So come in and we’ll open the wine,” said nude Stephanie with sweet reasonableness. “I’d love a glass of chardonnay, too.”

“Stop joking, girl!” growled the CEO. Or maybe the Marine. “I’m not going to be the one to screw up this family!”

“Susan invited me, too,” replied Stephanie, hands at her sides, calm. “And when I got here, Tommy was strung up. Susan said they’d be away for the weekend.”

“No! She told ME they would be here. That’s the ONLY reason I came.”

“Not what she told me,” Stephanie answered firmly. “Want to come in and wish Tommy happy birthday or not? I think that’s what Susan intended—don’t you think?”

No reply. Beneath acknowledgment, apparently.

“Okay,” said Stephanie breezily, “but obviously when Susan comes back, she’s going to feel really badly that you disapprove. I mean, I know that you do disapprove…” She added, “And Tommy knows, too.”

The disembodied voice from the porch. “Susan is a grown woman. She and her husband can be as …,” a pause, “unconventional as they wish. I do not disapprove or approve.”

“You just won’t take part in the proceedings? Should I tell Susan you refused to come in?” Stephanie had settled on a line bodrum escort bayan of attack, but did she really want Sandra to come in?

Mom made a fatal concession. “I don’t mind coming in. I’m no prude, you know. I’m not…” The door swung open, she stepped in, shoulders very straight—handsome woman—and eyes well under control. Not staring at “it.”

“Should I say, ‘Happy Birthday,’ Tommy?” she asked, very sweetly, a little arch, a mite playful. She looked at me. And so did Stephanie, giving me one threatening glance, lifting her chastising hand slightly.

I blurted out: “This is what happens when you challenge your wife to a game of penalty (I was taking responsibility like a gentleman) and you lose.” I added, with subdued ruefulness in my voice: “I told her ahead of time what I’d do to her, if she lost!”

“I see.” Sandra stepped closer and gave two meanings to the word, “see.” She added, in her best chatty tone, “I had no idea Susan was so liberated. I kind of knew that Stephanie…”

Stephanie nodded. “Yeah, the fast daughter.” But she accompanied it with a nice smile. I must say, I admired her poise, standing stark naked beside her naked brother-in-law, facing her mother three feet away. With unmistakably stiff nipples.

“I’ll get the chardonnay,” Stephanie chirped, and turned toward the kitchen, leaving me with Mom. What to say?

“You’ve kept in nice shape, Tom,” said Sandra pleasantly. She really was statuesque. I’ve seen her on a tread mill, tanned arms and back almost bare, the sports bra straining to do its job, punching air for an hour with her arms, keeping up a fast jog, her lips moving to some song on her headphones. A nice image. Unfortunately, it was giving me an erection. Couldn’t help it. A quite obvious one. She saw it, for sure, smiled graciously. I suddenly wondered just what she had done in her day. Did we actually know what she was doing, now? Was she just discreet, a lady?

“It’s not every wife who’ll do this for her husband’s big 30,” said Sandra. “Get all the family’s women involved.”

“Why not make use of all the gorgeous talent?” I said gallantly. I boldly eyed her bust, then moved along down to pause with a rude stare at where her shorts tucked in a bit at the ‘V.’ Very plump there.

She rolled her eyes in a pantomime of disbelief, but her smile was right—as always. She could charm a cocktail party of Martians.

Now, Stephanie was back with two glasses of straw-colored chardonnay, gold-streaked with slanting sun from the windows. Got to love those long summer days. My body even scored a couple streaks of streaming gold, one right across my chest, taking in one nipple but missing the other, another streak across my thighs, just below the afternoon’s center of attraction.

Sandra took a glass and, naturally, asked immediately, “What about Tommy?” Dear mothers.

“You’ll have to share yours, Mom,” said Stephanie. “You’re taller.”

Sandra would not have dreamed of taking the first sip; she approached me warily, a little to one side, to avoid brushing into my protruding dick. She did have to lean in with one bare forearm across my chest, however, her hand resting ladylike on my shoulder. I think she mumcular escort deliberately pressed one breast into my arm, right at the bicep, to show she was a good sport. At least, that’s what her grin said to me, as she gingerly lifted the glass to my lips. If enlarged pupils are a sign of arousal (so I’m told), then maybe she was getting into the spirit.

I released a genuine sigh, and murmured “Thank you!” So she gave me another sip, and, as she did, I sneakily turned my body to drink more easily. It also made the head of my dick brush her bare leg just below her shorts. She must have felt it, but she didn’t pull away. As she fed me, her little movements kept brushing me, so that, by the time she backed away, my dick was arched back toward my belly. Unmistakably rampant. Talk about standing to attention!

Both Sandra and Stephanie looked down, now, not pretending, then looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Sandra spoke first: “Is Tommy enjoying his party?” And more merry laughter.

Sandra took a quick sip, and said, with a touch of hauteur in her voice, “Maybe I’ll ask for this for my birthday…”

“I’m not that old, you know,” she added. She approached again to give me a sip, and this time—I almost ejaculated—she reached down and gave my baseball bat a playful slap to the side, then another. She said, “Can we keep this thing out of the way?”

“Let me,” said helpful Stephanie, her fingers cool on the pulsing heat of my hard-on, and she pulled it aside—as far as a rigid bar of flesh moves sideways. As she did, her thumb and forefinger, on either side of the fattened head, slowly moved up and down in the wetness there. I closed my eyes and prayed for my deliverance.

Sandra was saying, with a glance toward the door, “I hope Susan gets back soon, so we know where this is going. We have poor Tommy in suspense, here.”

“I wouldn’t count on Susan,” said Stephanie, with an air of inside knowledge. She added, “I think the other Lorraine women have to come through, here.”

Sandra turned to confront her. “You know that, Miss Stephanie?”

“I don’t know it,” said Stephanie airily, “but she said the house was mine for the weekend.”

“And me?” Hands now on hips, in mother mode.

“She invited you, didn’t she? It’s a surprise party, you know.”

“Well, I was surprised!”

I decided to be helpful. I wanted to move things along, you know, get something accomplished, here. “It’s Susan’s game,” I said, with a laugh. “I know I’m playing.”

“I’m in,” Stephanie interjected brightly, looking at her Mom.

Poor Sandra! I studied her expression, wondering what calculations were clicking through her brain. I wondered if, in the end, what she did had something to do with 10 years of chastity self-imposed upon an active, youthful body. Because she said, rather abruptly, “Okay, tell me what to do. I don’t know anything. Stephanie seems to know, though,” she added accusingly.

“Okay,” said Stephanie confidently. “First, you’re not dressed for the party, Mom.” A direct hit—not appropriately attired!

Sandra eyed her for a moment, then me. I smiled and nodded. She sighed, said nothing. She just took the bottom bodrum sınırsız escort of her T-shirt and whipped it up over her head, then tossed it on the couch. Without hesitating, her arms twisted behind her back, and, in a moment, she shook forward the black brassiere and flipped it aside. She stopped there, shoulders extra straight, arms by her sides, stomach (I think) sucked in a little.

And they were incredible. That isn’t very descriptive. Even bigger than Susan’s—and Susan is a “D.” By now, of course, a bit pendulous, the heavy flesh stretching downward, but sagging? Never! They were glorious gourds, full in the stem and rounding to bulging ripeness at the bottom, with sweet sedate curves. Lucky there was plenty of room because the pinkish-orange aureoles had to be three inches across, spread and flattened a bit, but with centered nipples as thick as little fingers, thumbs-up now in assertion from a bed of crinkles.

Stephanie and I both had smiles on our faces. I whistled with heartfelt appreciation. Sandra’s face reddened a little; her hands came up and cupped the breasts, containing them, and for a moment she glanced down, thoughtful. “Well,” she ventured, “you’d see my tits if I went topless around the pool, so no big deal—right? Or on a Riviera beach…?”

“Absolutely!” I said. “Everybody is dropping that old Puritan stuff.” One lies and the other swears to it, as my own mother used to say.

She hesitated as though thinking, then her fingers were opening her shorts, pushing them down over her hips, so they quickly slid to her ankles. She kicked them away. Around the edges of her black thong, a fluffy rim of sandy hair escaped, curling over the black material. She ran a tentative finger down one side, brushing herself, and said, “I guess I’ve let it get a little out of hand… Is this what the guys mean by ‘hairy pussy’?”

We waited, but she looked up and said, decisively, “I’m going to stop here, for now. I’m not saying I won’t…”

I was admiring her almost shockingly long, slender, but very sleekly muscled legs below the postage-stamp thong; they won the family blue ribbon. She saw my gaze and mistook it.

“Oh, all right, here’s a preview,” she announced smartly, and her fingers pulled down the top of the thong to reveal the whole pussy down to the beginnings of its slit. Then she pulled up the thong, and said, “What next?”

I was beginning to think she was having trouble waiting. By now, those silver-dollar-sized pancakes on her boobs were painfully crinkled up and darker pink.

All this time, you can imagine, my hard-on yielded not a millimeter; it was so stiff it quivered, the underside on display, where the contours of the blood-red glans were an oozing delta of clear fluid that trickled down my shaft. I must have looked half-crazed with that heavy-lidded, slack-jawed stare of pure lust.

Sandra was a woman of the world, who had satisfied men, who gave to men. Who dealt with their needs. She had been stealing glances at my predicament, until I caught her and she looked away. She said to Stephanie, briskly, “Why don’t you go right ahead, Steph? I think I interrupted something when I arrived, didn’t I?” She added, with excessive bonhomie, “Let the show go on!” But I adored her for it.

Stephanie wore only one thing, and now glanced at it. “Nope,” she said. “We’d just be interrupted. Don’t forget, I came with friends for the weekend. They would have been here sooner, but I phoned them to pick up a birthday cake.

“In fact, that’s them, now.”

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Author’s note: All characters are eighteen or over.

Tina and I were eleven when we started at St Edwina’s. Seven years on we were still friends but no longer little girls. Almost overnight we were big-boobed, leggy and curvy-arsed. Tina lost her virginity first, and mine quickly followed. Since turning eighteen we’d been pretty wild but always went our own ways when it came to sex. That changed during our last summer at the school, and a week before exams. You see, that’s when the decorators were with us.

The headmaster and Miss S— were the two people we least wanted to bump into as we tottered in our strappy, wedge-heeled sandals on our way to the assembly hall that memorable morning. Everyone was in classes and the corridors had been empty until Mr B— appeared outside his office doorway. He didn’t call us over, just stared. Slim and sleek in his business suit, and not usually seen about much except at morning assemblies, he was an unsettling apparition. We kept moving; I was carrying the tray of drinks, Tina the biscuits. I looked the other way while she smiled at him, the picture of innocence in her blond pigtails—and, as the boys at the college across the road knew, she was anything but innocent. Mr B— backed into his office and closed the door.

‘Typical man,’ she said, unperturbed. ‘See him getting an eyeful?’

Understandable really, for in being ever so good in our old school uniforms we were being ever so bad. A relaxed regime for girls in their final two years at St Edwina’s Girls’ College, a please-yourself dress code, but within reason as we were expected to set an example to the younger ones. Tina and I had worn jeans, sweatshirts and other casual stuff like the rest of our year but the other day Wilf, one of the decorators, had wondered aloud what we looked like in school uniform. Wondering ourselves the previous evening; in my bedroom we’d giggled as we squeezed into gear we’d grown out of a couple of years back.

‘This stuff’s cutting off my circulation,’ I complained, with the doors to the assembly hall in sight. We’d got into our uniforms in the sports hall changing room before preparing the decorators’ drinks in the senior girls’ common room kitchenette. Our buttoned white cotton shirts were the problem—and more for me than Tina. My boobs, large, high and round, pressed out tightly against the cotton and there wasn’t much “give” left for breathing. This was the only time I’ve ever thought having bigger ones wasn’t all about fun and games. Tina’s only slightly less substantial up top, but makes up for it with the perkiest pink nipples. The plaid skirts were constricting too. And we’d cut several inches off the hems, just to help things along with the decorators you understand. A hand’s width of bare flesh over the tops of Tina’s thigh-high red-and-white striped socks. As for me, well my legs are long and well-shaped and don’t need any help from socks or tights. I have the edge looks-wise, though valuing our friendship I never say as much.

With Mr B— out of the way, it was tough luck Miss S— coming out of the staffroom and cornering us. She’s hard-faced, her grey hair in a mannish cut, not a womanly roundness on her anywhere. Our skirts were a bit on the short-side, weren’t they? And where were we going with the drinks and biscuits?

‘They’re for the decorators,’ I said, flushing a little. She gestured for us to continue, followed and waited outside as we went in. As the double doors closed behind, the guys’ greetings rebounded off the high walls they’d been painting an off-white. They held their wet paint brushes like weapons, their biceps bulging. White teeth in cheesy grins. They all wore paint-stained white bib-and-brace overalls. We’d taken mugs of tea out to them the day before when they’d been having their lunches in the white van parked at the edge of the schoolyard.

‘Good to see you, girls,’ Wilf said. He was my favourite, the oldest at twenty-seven, and as fit as fuck. He was the gaffer, but a pretty laid-back boss, it seemed to me. He had long Jesus-hair and light stubble, brown eyes that wickedly twinkled “sex”.

They laid down their brushes and sat on plastic stack chairs. Waiting to be served, they took in our legs, our plaid-clad curves. We smiled like air hostesses and bent from the waist to place tea mugs and the biscuits on a low folding table. Sustaining my deep bend, I felt gazes enter the unbuttoned top third of my white cotton shirt like guided missiles to impact on the hanging juicy fruit of my boobs. Tina stood perilously close to Piers who had virtually no choice but to see where the hem of her skirt aligned with the under-swells of her buttocks. He tucked back a strand of blond hair behind a ringed ear, an almost feminine motion in contrast to maleness of everything else about him.

‘Don’t they look cool, guys?’ he said, his lips moist as he slurped tea.

‘Cool and hot,’ Markey said. I let out a giggle as Markey’s tea steamed-up his designer glasses. He was darker than the others, dapper in his gear, bodrum escort his arms toned. Jack was the youngest and the tallest, his eyes round and baby-blue. Mesmerised by our blatant display, his mug of tea was tipping.

‘You’re spilling, Jack,’ Wilf said, with a mock-sorrowful shake of his head.

‘Shit,’ Jack said, a dimple of annoyance in his cheek as he looked down at the wet patch on his crotch. We all laughed. Aftershave and an exciting sweaty musk was coming through the heady tang of fresh paint.

‘Looks like you’ve nearly finished,’ I said, with a glance at the walls.

‘Like you’re interested,’ Wilf said with a laugh. He was so right. During previous all-too-brief encounters we’d made it clear it wasn’t their brush-strokes we were interested in. We’d enjoyed liaisons with several choice specimens from the boys’ school opposite, but Wilf and his crew were a different proposition. Real men, all in their twenties but for Jack, only a matter of weeks away.

The door opened and Miss S— appeared, arms folded, tight-lipped.

‘We were wandering if you wanted something at lunchtime?’ I kept my voice low. She was at far end of the hall but probably had bat-sensitive ears. ‘Or have you brought packed lunches?’ I took in the well-packed crotches of their paint-spattered work pants and they splayed their legs that bit wider.

Tina sniggered and the boys exchanged looks between them. ‘”Something” sounds good,’ Piers murmured. Miss S— tipped up her chin sternly, said in a sing-song tone, ‘Come on, girls.’

‘We were thinking of going to the pub,’ Wilf said, ‘But we might stay here if you keep us company.’

Tina and I put on sexy hip-swings as we headed for the door. It felt good to annoy Miss S— who viewed us with gimlet eyes and could do nothing. Leaving school soon, adults for God’s sake—and looking it. The gazes raking up the backs of my legs to my arse felt even better. By the time we got to the school library we were nearly doubled over and stifling mad laughter. Girls revising at tables looked over their books at us disapprovingly. We sat at an empty carrel.

‘So, Amy, if you had to choose,’ Tina said. ‘Which one?’

‘They’ve all got something special—and we’ve not even seen the best bits yet,’ I said, feeling a prickling in my nipples. Wilf, I admitted eventually.

‘I like Piers and Jack,’ she said.

‘Yes, but if you had to pick one.’

‘Why pick one when I can have two?’ Tina said, and she had a point, though if you followed that logic three was even better—four better still. Still, four for me would mean none for Tina. This wasn’t going to be a competition, I had to remind myself.

We were too hyped-up to concentrate on revision for exams next week and time dragged. At last, with midday in sight, we stood and checked our makeup and hair in our compact mirrors. Trying to compose ourselves, we left the library five minutes before the bell was due to go off for lunch hour.

Second time around we were lucky, no Miss S— or Mr B— lurking as we went through the entrance foyer to the assembly hall. We burst in and the doors knocked together behind us.

The chairs had been moved and the boys were sitting on the floor in a small enclave they’d constructed from white dustsheets draped over four long tables, the upright piano and an aluminium stepladder. Anyone looking through the glass panels set into the double-doors or standing in the schoolyard on the other side of big windows lining one side of the hall would have no inkling of any mischief in here. Only the plaster bust of St Edwina, high on her plinth by the stage, would see what we got up to. Over the hard wood flooring, more dustsheets made for a smooth white carpet which wouldn’t be so smooth by the end of the hour. Our gazes gravitated to the guys’ crotches. Hard wood—we weren’t going to go short of that in the next hour.

Wilf was on his back, propped up on his elbows, his legs stretched out in an unapologetic V. Markey and Jack were sitting, cross-legged. Piers knelt, thumbs in his belt, fingers splayed towards his promising bulge. Unlike the others, he wore no shirt under his overalls and could show off his well-muscled shoulders and the outer edges of his pecs.

Wilf said, ‘Jack,’ and jerked his head towards the double doors. Jack left us. ‘Take a seat, girls.’ Wilf and Markey patted a small space between them and I sat. Comfier than I’d expected. Thinking ahead, the boys had put rubber gym mats under the dustsheets. Tina got down by Piers. Sitting made our skimpy skirts shrink up towards our waists. The guys swallowed and licked their lips at the expanse of bare skin between our wedge heels and our generous curves. Wilf let out a low whistle.

Through a gap between two sheets I saw Jack wedge a chair under the handles of the double doors, then cover the glass panels with a paint-stained rag and secure it in place with nails he lightly tapped in with a hammer. My heart was tapping too, especially when the lunch hour bell sounded. bodrum merkez escort Classrooms emptied and there was a tumult of footsteps and light chattering voices as girls surged into the dining room and out into the playground. Though we could talk normally with little chance of being overheard, Wilf turned up the volume on a digital radio which all week had been pumping out rock music while they worked.

Piers handed me and Tina a beer bottle each. ‘This’d be perfect with a smoke,’ he said. Obvious, what he meant by “smoke”. He was kind of hippyish with his pony tail and lean frame. Smirks of agreement from the others, including Jack who had returned.

I caught Tina’s gaze and we exchanged a silent communication. Though we didn’t need alcohol or pot to get us in the mood, we tipped back our bottles, Tina a little too enthusiastically. She choked and spluttered, her face reddening. Piers grinned and whacked her on the back until she recovered. Feeling happy and horny I stretched out my legs and felt rough patches on the dustsheet beneath me and idly wondered if any of them weren’t so much dried paint as old cum-stains. I wouldn’t put it past these guys to have taken time out from previous jobs to get frisky with other girls on these sheets.

We chatted and drank over ten minutes or so, the atmosphere getting heavier. We all wanted action not words. The walls gleamed faintly a creamy off-white, prompting from Tina a typically off-colour remark which broke an extended silence taken up by the boys checking out our bodies and vice versa.

‘Hey, Amy, like the pearly-white colour scheme—what does it remind you of?’

Tina’s like a big kid sometimes, but I couldn’t help smirking and the guys looked at each other and grinned like cats about to get the cream. Thinking of the prospect of ‘cream’ heading our way, my and Tina’s smiles were even more justified.

‘Wish there’d been girls like you when I was at school,’ Wilf said with a look that thrilled through me.

‘Bloody hell, that’s a while ago,’ Jack said, and I guessed he’d been given licence to say such things.

‘Twenty-seven and in my prime,’ Wilf said. Prime beef in the tightness of his pants meant I was going to be filled as well as thrilled.

‘What d’you mean, “girls like us”?’ I said. ‘We’re sexually liberated, that’s all.’

I wasn’t sure he’d been listening as he took evident pleasure running his fingers through my long hair, the same copper colour, he would soon discover, as the neatly trimmed landing strip concealed in my panties and designed for incoming aircraft to aim for. A significant moment, Markey setting aside his glasses, then he and Wilf were unlacing their trainers and pulling them off along with their socks.

‘I’m more your age,’ Jack said, edging closer to Tina, peering down the dark cleft between her bra-less tits. She’d undone the top three or four buttons of her shirt and Jack was delicately pulling the material apart at each side and exposing more of her. On her other side, Piers prised off her wedge sandals and peeled her striped socks down to her knees. ‘Hey, what’s this?’

Twin tattoos of blue-green wavy snakes on the inner surface of each thigh pointed in the direction many a straighter length had headed lately. She parted her legs and Piers got a better look; he traced a finger up one green-blue serpent, lingered at the damp gusset of her panties, then traced down the other. All four guys were looking though I wasn’t convinced it was the tattoos which fascinated them. Even so, I resolved to get one or two for myself, and soon. For now, I didn’t doubt that once these hunks had clapped eyes on my bare curves the absence of tattoos would be neither here nor there.

Piers was going to get naked first though. He was in a hell of a hurry shrugging off his bib-and-brace overalls and Tina’s and my eyes fed hungrily on hard abs and chest muscle, dusted with fine golden hairs. Not to be outdone, Jack shook off the top half of his overalls. His body looked waxed, his muscles nicely defined and he flexed them for Tina’s and my delectation. Removing their trainers was a sure sign that their work pants were next for casting off.

Wilf had paint-stained cloths in a plastic bag which he put down behind me. He placed a finger against my collar bone and pushed. I acquiesced, lying back passively with my head on the makeshift pillow. He began to strip down and I liked what I saw from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. A slender gold chain glinted against the thin coating of dark hair on his rounded pecs; a trail of hair went down the central groove of his abs. Markey had pulled off his tee-shirt; he was smooth, his torso not quite as V-shaped as Wilf’s. Both guys got down and lay on their sides facing me, their heads propped on the palms of their hands, gazes roving over me from head to foot, lingering at the spread of my hips which their bulging crotches nudged against. And that seemed to be as far as they wanted to go. For bodrum otele gelen escort the moment at least their tight trousers and my tiny skirt weren’t coming off. With avuncular smiles they looked across to the other three. I wasn’t here for “avuncular” but I looked across too.

Tina and Piers leant against the back of the upright piano. He had his arm around her and their faces were up close, tongues touching. Jack took her chin and turned her to face him. He popped the final two buttons of her shirt and there was an intake of breaths as she thrust out her boobs. Piers and Jack got to work on them with their fingers.

Tina was ahead of me. My guys needed get a move on.

‘Hey you two,’ I said, stamping my wedge sandal heels down hard.

‘No worries, Amy,’ Wilf said, in a gently chastising tone.

‘Yeah,’ Markey added, ‘We like to take things real slow.’

‘I can see that,’ I said tersely. ‘There’s less than an hour, then Tina and I have got a class to go to.’

Wilf’s strong hand skated beneath my skirt belt, into the tiny scrap of silk that comprised my panties. ‘Mmmm,’ I said at the sweet sensation as his middle finger slipped under the hood of my clit and lingered there. Markey undid the remaining buttons of my shirt save for one that looked on the point of unbuttoning itself under the pressure of my rapidly heaving tits. Wilf’s finger went lower and I gasped as it played an inch between my sticky lips.

He spared the younger guys a pitying glance, said, ‘Those two’ll be over in five minutes.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Piers and Jack crowed back. Never mind those two, I thought, longing for a bigger invader than Wilf’s finger.

Piers and Jack had Tina onto her back, her head on a pillow of flattened cardboard boxes, and they were delivering little pecks to her cheeks and neck. Her firm tits were defying gravity, the boys’ fingers making her nipples a whole lot perkier.

I closed my eyes as Wilf stretched my tie sideways from my neck. The last button gave up the struggle and the halves of my shirt shot back to each side as if on elastic. Breathing hard, Wilf undid the front clasp of my lacy black bra and both guys, their faces full of greedy concentration, unpacked my big rounded boobs. Just a few squeezes and their hot breaths before they drew back a little to let me squirm my shoulders out of my shirt and bra, the effort making my tits bounce and wobble while the boys’ eyes took them in, their tongues ready in their open mouths. My gear cast aside, they were onto me. I cradled their heads, fingers raking into their hair, moaning under the onslaught of their nipping teeth, their hot wet tongues mercilessly wrapping and unwrapping round my stiff nipples and sending bolts of pleasure, like two hot wires, right down to my pussy.

Things were heating up for the other three too. The pressure exerted on each side by Tina’s lovers forced her tits up high. She lifted her bottom and Piers smartly tugged her skimpy skirt down to her ankles and off, then Jack did the same with her panties. He whirled them around his head, let go and they flew in a trajectory straight onto the plaster bust of St Edwina by the stage, conveniently blindfolding her. Tina’s cheer was abruptly cut off by the sight of Piers yanking down his work pants. She stared fixedly at the distinct outline of his cock, bent horizontally towards his hip in his ruckled old-fashioned speedos—that was until Jack went one better, yanking his work pants and boxer shorts down and off in one go. He looked around, triumphant at being the first to get completely naked. Piers was the second, once Tina had tugged his speedos down his athletic thighs and off. We saw what he was made of, too.

At last, I thought. Two big pieces of beef, out in the open and ready for action. And wearing just her school tie and striped socks, Tina looked more than ready for them. Jack’s was thick and long, Pier’s just as long and with a pronounced curve out and in towards his navel.

I looked at my guys expectantly, but they were too busy plastering my quivering tits with saliva to notice their workmates were as bare as the day they were born. Too many layers of fabric between my pussy and cocks three and four—and I couldn’t even reach to their zippers. Don’t get me wrong, I could have handled minutes more of their tongues swirling over my tits, but the craving in my cunt for some honest-to-goodness male meat was overwhelming.

I don’t think the boys noticed me thrusting up my hips, getting my thumbs into the belt-loops of my skirt and tugging down as far as my arms could reach. I got an opportunity to push things further when Wilf, then Markey, started licking up towards my neck, then my earlobes, then began digging their fingers into my glossy coppery hair, turning my face one way then the other for kisses. As they moved up my body another two or three inches, I realised we were thinking along the same lines. You see, their zippers were no longer out of reach of my restless fingers.

Moving my hands outwards, I drew down one zipper followed by the other. With appreciative murmurs encouraging me to explore further, my fingers slithered into their white trousers and on into gratifyingly skimpy briefs where their hot hard dicks twitched against the delicate touch of my fingertips, then burgeoned mightily as I got two fistfuls.

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With a few days alone without the kids, my wife and I headed north to our secluded cabin on a lake and in the woods. Since it was a warm July Saturday, we decided to canoe on a nearby river.

It’s a quiet, mellow river that runs through a state park. There are a couple places where you can drive up and rent a canoe and they will come and pick you up downstream and bring you back to your car once you call them from one of several rustic landings along the river.

We had canoed it before. The river is intimate and fairly narrow. Save for a couple small rapids, it’s peaceful and you rarely see many people as it meanders through a forest and it occasionally widens into marshy or swamp-like areas that are popular for waterfowl watching. There are no homes or developments along the route we were headed.

After arranging for the rental canoe and getting the number to call for the pick-up, we headed down to the canoe racks to grab the boat and gear.

Two young couples who appeared to be in the early 20’s, and were likely locals from the small nearby town, were loading items into their two canoes. No doubt out for a fun weekend paddle after a long week of working during the summer’s busy season.

It was a little after 10:00am, but it was already in the low 80’s and the humidity was up. It was going to be a warm one. Both girls were wearing tight tank tops and short shorts. They were thin and super cute. One blonde, one brunette.

The brunette had her hair tied back, a cute little nose ring on the side of her nose and a tattoo around her ankle. The blonde had slightly bigger tits and mid-length hair. The guys were fit and fairly clean cut. All four greeted us warmly as we approached.

My wife, at 40, looks much younger. She’s beautiful, petite, in-shape, and brunette with shorter-length hair. She too was wearing short shorts and her one-piece bathing suit underneath served as her top. Her bathing suit was held up by a single tie around her neck with a good sized plunge between her boobs.

As we started to pull our cane off the rack, I saw the guys loading a cooler full of beers into each of their canoes. Getting drunk in the sun as you paddle down a lazy river on a summer day was a pretty good call.

Since she’s only 5’2″, my wife was stretching to reach for the canoe, so one of the guys ran over to help her.

“Here, let me get that for you,” said one of the guys as he sped over to grab her end of the canoe and help lift it down.

“Thank you!” my wife said with a smile.

“No problem, Ma’am, a pleasure,” said the young man, catching a quick look at my wife’s little boobs in her red bathing suit. The material at her chest had moved a bit and you could see her tan line.

We started loading our gear in to the canoe. My wife bent over, showing her cute little ass and tight tanned legs to the other couples. I could see both of the guys checking her out with the brunette grinning at them and giving them a raised eyebrow when they turned and saw they were caught sneaking a peak.

“I don’t blame you, boys, she’s a little MILF hottie,” I could over hear her saying to them merrily but quietly as I busied myself organizing for the day.

Their two canoes were set to go and they had all cracked beers with an enthusiastic toast. The guy who helped lower our canoe walked over and said, “Hey, I’m Steve. Looks like we’re all going to be canoeing together – that’s my girlfriend, Emma, and my friend Rob and his girlfriend Becca – we hope we don’t bug you guys.”

Behind him I could see the girls shedding their shorts and tanks tops. After the girls had stripped down to their bikinis, it was hard to look away. Their young, thin, tight, bodies in barely-there string bikinis, leaning into the canoes with their perfect, slightly more than handful-sized boobs hanging down, was almost too much to take!

Emma, Steve’s girlfriend, was the brunette and she waved and yelled, “Cute suit!” to my wife as she sat down in the front of their canoe. Rob and Becca climbed into theirs.

I said, “Not a chance! You guys have all the fun you want. We’re out for a fun and mellow day, don’t worry about us. Here, let me help you all shove off.”

“Cool, thank you. If we don’t see you on the river, we’ll probably see you midway at the picnic landing. We have plenty of food and drinks if you need any,” replied Steve.

As I shoved them off, I got a good look at the girls’ cute little bikini-clad asses seated up front in each of the canoes. They all yelled, “Thank you!” as they began floating away. Both girls lifted their paddle over their heads, showing escort bodrum off their chests and let out a, “Woohoo!”

“Let’s let them get a bit ahead,” I said.

“OK,” my wife said, as she pulled down her shorts and placed them in the middle of the canoe. I love seeing her little waxed pussy lips beneath bathing suit material. She gave me plenty of time to look as she stood there smiling up at me with her hands on her hips. After slapping on plenty of sunscreen on each other, we were ready to go.

Climbing in to the canoe, we set off and started chatting. It was as calm and warm as a day can be. I started the conversation by asking her who she thought was the hottest of the group ahead of us. It was an ambiguous question, and I was curious about whether she would identify one of the guys, or one of the girls.

“I’m not sure, they all seem cute and nice,” she said.

For the past couple days we had pillow-talked about fantasies, as we do from time to time. We both discussed it would be hot if we had sex with another couple, but neither of us could imagine how that could ever happen, and neither of us wanted to risk what we had for a fantasy.

We both thought it could only work only if they were strangers. This would avoid any emotional connections or possible social risk. Fun to think about, but hard to do anonymously.

About an hour after we shoved off from shore, we were about to round a bend when we could hear the two couples laughing in the distance, as we rounded the bend they were about 200 yards ahead of us. The two girls had just taken their bikini tops off and were waving them over their heads and laughing.

“Does that give you any ideas, baby?” I asked.

“I think I’d need more sunscreen,” she said. At that point she put down her paddle and leaned way back in the seat, propped her elbows on the bar behind her seat and faced up to catch some rays.

Their canoes disappeared as the river bent again. When we rounded the next bend about fifteen minutes later, we come upon their canoes quickly. Both were pulled along the shore in a marshy area. The guys were both seated in the back of the canoes looking ashore.

As we came abreast of them, we could see both topless girls squatting with their bikini bottoms pulled down. They were facing the river and peeing in tandem, each arcing little streams. When Becca saw us she covered her boobs with her hands and said, “Oh gosh!”

“No worries, nothing we haven’t seen before!” I said.

Emma just looked up laughing and didn’t attempt to cover anything; their pussies on full display in the summer sun.

“Guess we’ve had a few, had to make a stop,” said Steve smiling to us.

“Ha. We’ll see you guys down the river, have fun!” said my wife.

After paddling for another twenty minutes or so, we came upon a small sign from the Department of Natural Resources noting the picnic area and we pulled the canoe ashore. There was a grassy clearing near the water with a wood picnic table behind a stand of tall reeds that fronted the river’s edge. A narrow path led up into the woods.

I pulled out our cooler and carried it up to the picnic table. After pulling out a bottle of chilled Prosecco and popping the top, I dumped out the water from our water bottles and filled them with the bubbly.

“Cheers!” said my wife as we toasted a beautiful summer day in the woods. We hadn’t packed much in the way of food – mostly nectarines, plums, and trail bars, so we finished those and the bottle in short order. I had packed a second bottle and was about to open it when we heard the other two canoes approaching.

“I’m going to use the facilities before the gang gets here,” said my wife as she headed up the path. As she went, she folded the sides of her bathing suit into the crack of her ass to form a G-string and wiggled at me for fun. The narrow path led to a small log outhouse that was about 40 feet from the picnic area.

As the canoes approached, I walked down and helped them pull ashore. Still topless, both girls hopped out.

“I have to pee, promise I won’t do it in front of you again!” said Emma as she ran up the path in her small bikini bottoms, following my wife.

Steve, Rob, and I pulled their coolers out and towards the picnic table while Becca stretched her back a displayed her bare chest to the sun and everyone else.

Emma and my wife came walking back down the path chatting merrily as Steve and Rob passed around beers and snacks. Becca and the guys and I were seated at the picnic table as Emma and my wife joined us as I popped the second turgutreis escort bottle and re-filler her cup.

My wife sat between me and Emma one side of the table with Becca and the guys on the other. Topless, both girls were quite a distraction, yet both of them seemed totally at ease. We chatted about town and how they all knew each other and they asked about us.

I saw Emma put her hand on my wife’s knee and slide her hand up towards her crotch which was covered only by her bathing suit. She grinned a little – obviously enjoying the attention.

“You have a beautiful bare vagina, do you wax it? There’s really no waxing place up here, so we usually just shave” said Emma while looking right at my wife.

“How did you see her vagina?” I asked laughing.

“I’m wearing a one-piece bathing suit! I had to pull it all the way down to use the outhouse. Emma opened the door as I was standing up. And yes, I have a regular waxing appointment,” giggled my wife.

“Can we see it too? Please!” asked Steve.

“You are the most overdressed…,” I joked and making eye contact with my wife.

“I don’t think I can, and no one wants to see me after seeing the two of you!” said my wife.

“No way – Steve and I were talking about how hot you are! I hope I get to look like you when I’m older. If I get completely naked, will you?” she asked. Emma then slid her hand further up my wife’s thigh and put her other hand on my wife’s back and began tentatively rubbed my wife’s crotch with her thumb.

Then Emma grinned and stood as best she could while at the picnic table and quickly hooked her thumbs on her bikini bottoms and pulled them down revealing her little cunt before slipping them off her feet and sitting back down on the bench next my wife and me.

“Oh my god – yeah, baby!” exclaimed Becca.

“Your turn!” said Emma to Becca while leaning forward across the picnic table wither her bare ass on the wood bench and shaking her chest. My wife patted Emma’s thigh and then left her hand resting near Emma’s crotch. Emma put her hand on top of my wife’s and laced her fingers through my wife’s and held it there.

“Baby, it’s only fair if everyone sees yours,” said Rob while pulling the elastic waist of Becca’s tiny bikini bottoms out and away from her taught belly and looking down into her crotch. He leaned over and kissed her neck.

With a grin, Becca then stood up on the bench, turned around so her ass was facing us, and slid her bikini bottoms down to her feet and stepped out of them. Her gorgeous lithe ass hovered above the table with the bright sun revealing every detail of her pussy lips and asshole. She then turned and sat down. We all applauded while Rob kissed her and rubbed her breasts.

Emma and I made eye contact and she gave me a mischievous grin. We were on either side of my wife and we both leaned in and started kissing my wife’s neck while also fondling her thighs.

My wife closed her eyes and rolled her head back.

After untying the string around her neck, Emma and I peeled her one piece bathing suit down to her waist, revealing her small, perky breasts and her tan, flat tummy. We each kissed her and caressed her little boobs.

She stood and I moved her around to the front of the picnic table. After lifting her up onto the table, she laid back with her knees up. I pulled the rest of her bathing suit off as she lifted up butt and arched her back so I could pull it off completely. She stretched out her legs as I pulled the suit over her little feet. Now she was completely naked and she let her knees fall to the side, showing off her pussy.

Steve and Rob were rubbing her all over. Rob stripped off his suit and put a hand on my wife’s tits while cupping Becca’s ass with his other. Steve began rubbing in circles above my wife’s vagina.

Emma put her knees on the bench and bent down to kiss my wife on the lips. It was tentative at first, and then the two became more passionate.

While continuing to kiss, Emma began rubbing my wife’s little boobs and her stomach. She then rubbed her right tit on my wife’s left tit. Meanwhile, Steve was rubbing the inside of my wife’s thighs and slowly pushed her knees further apart, revealing more of her crotch to the outdoor sun. He then walked around the edge to the front of the picnic bench and got between her knees. He bent down and began licking her pussy.

I was standing behind Emma’s tight, little ass as she leaned over and was kissing and fondling my wife.

I bent down to get a closer look at Emma’s ass and pussy lips türkbükü escort from behind. I kissed either side of her ass cheeks and breathed in heavily. I doubt I will ever forget the musky smell of her backside mixed with the smell of damp, wet bathing suit. Pulling her cheeks apart slightly, I tongued her little asshole and heard Emma say, “Oh, yes” as I swirled and probed. I then slowly inserted my index finger into her asshole.

I stood and leaned forward with my other hand and reached around – softly cupping and caressing her tits while sliding my index finger in and out of her ass. Meanwhile Rob had moved closer to the picnic table and my wife was stroking his cock with her left hand while he continued to finger Becca from behind with his right hand.

Steve stopped licking my wife’s pussy and stood. He had his bathing suit around his ankles and looked at me with eyebrows slightly raised, asking permission. It seemed as though that’s where this was headed, so I gave a slight shrug. My wife would call it off if she wanted.

Standing in front of the table and between my wife’s upraised knees, I could see Steve begin positioning himself to enter my wife’s vagina. It was probably well-lubed from both our sex conversation in the canoe and Steve having gone down on her. He began pushing in and my wife lifted up her hips and reached down to help guide him in. It looked like he entered easily and she softly moaned as he starting to pump slowly and we could hear her wetness.

Rock hard and standing behind Emma’s gorgeous naked ass, I pulled my suit off and positioned to enter her. She too was crazy wet, and I entered her hot little pussy. She immediately began pushing back at a quick pace and I grabbed her narrow hips. Thrusting in and out, I moved my hands lower and pulled her butt cheeks apart so I could better see her little asshole. She could tell what I was doing and paused from kissing my wife, looked back and mad eye contact with a little grin.

Rob was hard as a rock after having my wife had stroked him – he moved behind Becca who was leaning over the table and entered her. Rob and I faced each other as we fucked Becca and Emma from behind. Becca’s tits swayed as she got into a groove with Rob. Becca had her eyes closed and seemed transfixed with Rob’s thrusting as she gripped the picnic table, but she continued to suck on my wife’s left nipple.

Emma’s young, hot, wet cunt was almost too much to control. Fearing I would cum immediately, I pulled out. Her little asshole was begging to be entered. I placed the tip of my cock on her little wrinkled anus and rubbed up and down. She pushed back; giving a signal she wanted it in her, so I slowly began to enter her ass. Emma controlled the slide of my cock into her ass by occasionally pausing then pushing back a bit when she was ready for me to go in further. Together we then started a slow, rhythmic fucking of her ass.

Her hot ass was amazing. I reached forward and grabbed both of her boobs as I slowly slid in and out of her asshole. Bracing herself on the table with her left hand, Emma continued to kiss my wife and rub her all over with her other hand.

Steve was sliding in and out of my wife’s vagina as she lay with her head to the side kissing Emma. After several minutes of fucking and writhing outside in the sun, we all began to near climax. Steve pumped into my wife and I could hear her moan as he released into her. At the same time I grabbed Emma’s hips and finished deep in her asshole. Rob and Becca were thrusting with abandon and he buried his cock deep into her pussy and they both came audibly.

I kissed Emma between her shoulder blades as I slowly pulled out of her ass, leaving cum leaking out of her little brown star.

“Whoa – that was intense,” said Becca as she slowly stood up and put her arm around Rob and kissed him. Everyone was slippery and covered in a sheen of sweat. Steve slid out of my wife’s vagina and he pulled her into a seated position.

I could see cum leaking from my wife’s pussy onto the picnic table. Emma got off the bench and turned around to face me – she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. She was glistening head to toe with sweat. She smiled and said, “Let’s all rinse off.”

My wife grabbed my hand and kissed me as the six of us sweaty, naked, and clingy walked the few steps towards the narrow boat landing and plunged into the river.

The water felt incredible. After cooling off in the river we got out and packed up our things. The three guys put our trunks back on, but the women all stayed naked.

The three canoes were all lined-up and the women climbed aboard facing us paddles in hand, smiling, and with nothing on

“Wow,” said Steve. “What are you guys doing tomorrow?”

“Forget tomorrow, I’m not sure I can wait until the next rest area!” said Rob.

We shoved off and began paddling on in the warm sun.

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Tia and I had been friends for a long time. Not the best friends, we tell each other everything type, just the get together go out every once in a while and have fun type. Sometimes her boyfriend Rich would join us. We’d go to the bar or dance club have a few drinks, relax and gossip about whatever.

Tia is a couple years older than me at 27. She’s about 5′ 7″, blond hair and liquid brown eyes. She’s quite slender, but with a decent sized chest. Her and Rich look perfect together. He’s just over 6′, built like a god with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and a charming personality. Me…(my name is Jayden) I’m only 5’4″ chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Probably my best feature is my D cup chest and curvaceous hips. I’m not as slender as Tia, but I don’t have any excess luggage either…just well placed curves!

Anyhow, the middle of last week Tia called to see if I wanted to go out with her and Rich. We hadn’t done anything in about a month and I had that weekend free so I agreed. We were to meet at a local dance club.

I’m not a slut, but I like attention just as much as the next girl, so when Friday came, I donned my black g-string panties and matching bra, black mini-skirt, black and red button up top and my black heeled boots. (I think black is one of the sexiest colors as long as you throw a splash of color in there somewhere.) My hair hung free, falling down below my shoulders and my make-up was subtle. I felt pretty confident about myself as I walked in the door to the club and looked around for Tia and Rich. I found them sitting at the bar laughing. I joined them and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea.

“About time you got here, I thought you were going to stand us up.” Tia teased.

I just smiled as I took my drink and threw the money down on the bar. “Hey, perfection takes time.” I gave her a wink. “So, it looks kinda dead for a Friday night.” There was maybe a quarter of the people there than usual.

“I know.” Tia agreed. “Rich and I were just talking and we were thinking maybe we could convince you to come over to the house and play cards or something. We could stop by the liquor store and pick up the stuff for your ‘tea’ first.”

I thought about that for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. I agreed. “If we are going to do that we need to hurry and get to your place before this drink hits me…lol” I gulped the remainder of my ‘tea’ down. I liked to have a good time, but I wasn’t one for drinking and driving.

We hurried and within 20 minutes were safely at Tia’s. Rich started mixing the drinks and Tia motioned for me to take a seat at the kitchen table.

“So, what are we playing?” I asked.

“How risky are you feeling tonight?” Tia laughed and wiggled her brows at me.

“Or should she say, ‘how frisky?’ ” Rich laughed as he set a glass down in front of me. I looked from one to the other.

“Ok, what’s going on you two?”

They smiled at each other before Tia answered. “How do you feel about a game of strip poker?”

Hmmm…I looked at Tia then at Rich. A chance to see Rich naked…or nearly naked, depending on who won. The idea started making me wet. I knew then I’d be a fool to pass that up. I was pretty good at poker anyway, not that they knew that.

I shrugged and said, “I’m game, who deals first?”

Twenty minutes later Tia was down to her sexy red silk bra and matching thongs, Rich was down to his jeans and whatever he had under them and I was still in my lacy black bra, miniskirt and g-string. “Ok, show your cards.” Rich ordered. Yes! I was safe. It was Tia who had the low hand. With a smile and a shrug she released the clasps on her bra and tossed it aside and reached for the cards since it was her deal. I heard her say something, but it didn’t register because I couldn’t bodrum escort take my eyes of her beautiful tits.

I’ve never taken part in any bisexual/homosexual experiences in my life, but the sight of her tits was making me wet. Her skin was evenly tanned and looked so smooth. Her boobs were so firm and bouncy and her nipples…for a second I wondered what it would be like to suck one of those tempting morsels into my mouth. I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs and shook myself out of those thoughts as I picked up my cards.

“I’m sorry, Tia…what did you say?”

She giggled. “Fives are wild…how many cards do you want?”

My concentration was blown. No matter how hard I tried to think about the cards in my hand and not look at that set of perfect globes across from me, it was useless. I lost the next hand.

“WooHoo!!! Off with that skirt and do your turn!” Tia cheered. House rules were that every time you lost an article of clothing you had to stand up and do a catwalk turn before continuing the game.

I dropped my skirt and rotated for my friends. “Oh, Tia hunny, I think our little Jayden is getting a little turned on by our game…” I could see his eyes affixed on the small, and wet triangular piece of material that covered my slit. It only made me wetter.

I tried to laugh it off as I sat back down. “Yeah, well it’s been a while since I’ve had any, so it doesn’t take much.” I reached for the cards as Tia rose to make more drinks, it’d been a while since our glasses had been refilled. Somehow I kept my gaze from wandering over to watch her firm tits and ass bounce as she crossed the floor. I didn’t understand why I was being so turned on by another female.

I called two’s wild and dealt. Just as I picked up my own cards I felt smooth warm skin brush against my shoulder as a drink appeared at my side. I turned my head to find one of those perfect tits graze my already overheated skin and I felt my throat closing up and forced myself to swallow. As Tia straightened back up she let a hand slide up the length of my arm to my shoulder.

“Mmm, you’re skin is so soft.” She whispered in my ear. I felt my own nipples harden in response and tried to clear my throat. “You know, we can take care of that problem for you.”

“P..Problem?” I couldn’t think. Hell all I could do was look at that beautiful body and wonder if I was going to cum right then and there just from the thoughts I was thinking.

Tia laughed. “Yes, that problem of haven’t had any in a while.” The hand that had settled on my shoulder was now sliding down over my chest and to my own large orbs. My nipples tightened even more as her hand brushed my tit and kept traveling. Slowly it made it’s way across my flat abdomen to the top of the underwear. She angled her hand fingers first as she cupped my wet mound. “Oh, damn honey, you are wet. Wet and hot as hell.” Her finger rubbed along my slit and I groaned. I was vaguely aware of Rich rounding the table and pulling my chair out to grant Tia the room she needed to kneel in front of me. She smiled up at me and my legs separated farther crying for her touch. “Damn, and you smell so good. I have to have a taste of you!”

As Tia pulled the scant cloth of the g-string over to one side I felt my tits being freed from their lace prison and strong male hands cupped them. I thought I was going to die of pleasure. When Tia’s wet, hot tongue slid down my slit I thought I’d shatter right there. Her tongue dove between my hot flesh lapping at the pussy juices that had been flowing practically all night. I moaned in delight as it entered my cunt as deep as it could go and her fingers came up to rub my clit. “Fuck your tongue feels so good in my pussy!” I moaned. Rich rolled my nipples gümbet escort between his fingers.

“You like being ate out by another girl, Jade?” Rich pinched my tit.

“Fuck, yes. It feels so good…I’m going to cum!”

“Do it, my little slut. Fucking cum in my girlfriend’s mouth, you whore!” He slapped my tit. The flash of pain brought immense pleasure and I felt my orgasm start to rip me apart inside. I moaned. He slapped my tit again. “Did you hear me, you cunt? I said fuckin’ cum in her mouth! Give her your juices!”

“Oh, fuck…I’m cumming…fuck…another woman is making me cum!!!” My pussy quivered and pulsed as I came in Tia’s mouth and she lapped my pussy juice licking me clean before standing up.

“Damn, you taste so good, Jade!”

Rich grabbed her by her hair tilting her face up to him. He forcefully kissed her, his tongue tasting me within his girlfriend’s mouth. “You’re right, she does taste damn good.” He agreed when he let Tia go. “She also owes you an orgasm I would say. I think it’s time to take this to the bedroom.” He held a hand out to me and I quickly accepted and followed them to the bedroom.

Tia quickly laid down on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she fingered her pussy. “Go on, Jade. You know you want to taste that. You owe her anyway.”

He was right, I did owe her, but first I was going to suck on one of those golden nipples that had first caught my attention. Climbing on the bed I straddled her legs and bent over to catch a nipple in my mouth. I moaned at the pure sensuality of it all. My other hand found her other breast and fondled it as my tongue ringed it’s own nub. I was turned on by the moaning and whimpering that was coming from Jade.

As I decided it was time to try the nectar of the lower regions I felt the mattress shift and glanced over to find a totally naked Rich getting comfortable on the bed and stroking what had to be the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. He had to be about 8-9 inches and he had the girth to go with it. I vowed I would have that cock in my pussy before the night was over. First though, I was going to have my first taste of the womanly nectar that was Tia’s pussy.

Trying to remember exactly how Tia had brought me to climax, I slid my tongue the length of her slit. She moaned and I was encouraged on. I wiggled my tongue between the folds of skin and she instantly bucked her hips up to meet my mouth. I sucked at her juice and moaned in satisfaction. How could I have been missing this?? I loved my cock, but this was heaven. My tongue dove into her cunt, I was hungry for more. I wanted everything she had to offer. I played with her clit as I drank of her juices, enjoying the whimpering and moaning I was causing. I felt the bed shift again and looked up as I ringed Tia’s clit with my tongue and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

Rich was on his knees beside Tia’s head and she was taking his cock deep into her throat. What a fucking turn on. As my tongue went back to work on Tia’s cunt, my fingers found my own pussy.

Rich had looked over at me as I sucked off Tia and fingered my cunt. “My, you are a fuckin whore aren’t you Jade?” His nastiness made me even hotter. I wanted my pussy filled and my fingers just weren’t doing it. I pulled my head back out of Tia’s crotch and rammed three fingers deep in her snatch.

“Fuck, yes I’m a whore…and I want that big cock of yours buried deep in my pussy, so why don’t you shut the fuck up and get over here and fuck my aching pussy!” I was mad with horniness.

Rich pulled his dick from Tia’s mouth and made his way to my side. I watched as he stared at me. Then with out warning he reached out and slapped me across the face. “You think you can talk to me like that bitez escort you bitch? You want to get fucked by this pole?” He stroked his dick in front of my face.

“Fuck ya, I think that’s what I said!”

Whack…another slap across the face. It only turned me on more and Tia received the benefit as my fingers pummeled her twat. “I’m gonna cum…oh fuck!!”

“Cum for me…let me taste your cunt juice!!!” I momentarily forgot Rich and covered Tia’s pussy with my mouth as my tongue went back to ministering her and my fingers frantically rubbed her clit wanting to bring her to orgasm so I could taste her cum.

I was surprised when I felt my ass being grabbed and lifted and my own cunt impaled on that beautiful piece of meat that was Rich’s dick. I moaned in ecstasy. A wonderful tasting cunt on my tongue and a gloriously large and hard cock in my pussy. Every time Rich rammed me with that big cock my face and tongue went deeper into Tia’s pussy’s and she screamed in pleasure.

“Oh, yes, fuck that slut’s cunt while she eats out your girlfriend!!” She yelled at Rich. “Fuck her harder you bastard. Rip that pussy apart.”

He did as he was told. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life, not to mention being fucked by a cock that big. I moaned against Tia’s pussy lips.

“That’s it!! Pound that pussy…Fuck…I’m cumming. Drink my cunt bitch!!!” She raised her hips pushing her dripping cunt into my mouth as I tried to lick her cunt clean. I lapped as fast as I could, but she was cumming so much I couldn’t keep up with it. Finally she pushed my face off her. “Fuck, for a beginner you do pretty damn good. I want Rich on the bed and you on top of him, fucking like a cowboy riding a horse. You got that?” She asked as she rubbed my nipples. I just shook my head and as soon as Rich was laying down I positioned myself over his cock and slid down the length of him bury that thick meat deep inside my cunt. As I started to fuck him proper I heard a drawer open and close and a minute later I felt Tia bending me over so my ass was revealed as I fucked her boyfriend.

“He may have your cunt, but that beautiful ass is mine!” I felt a cool jelly substance squirted around my asshole and then her fingers sliding in and out as she lubed up my virgin ass. I’d never been fucked in the ass before but the feeling of Rich’s cock deep in my cunt was so awesome, I didn’t give a second thought to the fact that his girlfriend was behind me getting ready to fuck my ass with the dildo strapped on to her crotch.

As she pushed the hard plastic dick deep in my ass my pussy was pushed to the max on Rich’s cock burying the meat in my cunt right up to his balls. I let out a scream. “Holy Fuck!!! Yes, fuck my ass!! I’m fucking your boyfriend’s big dick!! He’s gonna make me cum all over his meat!!! Fuck me harder bitch!”

For such a slender woman Tia could fuck like a piston. She pounded that fake cock so far and so hard into my ass it made me go mad on Rich’s dick. He moaned and groaned under me as I ate that cock up with my pussy, squeezing those muscles, milking him till he was yelling…”You’re gonna make me cum!!”

“I want you to cum hard for me!! Fill my pussy up with that fucking cum of yours so I can lick it clean!!” I squeezed my cunt muscles as hard as I could as I drove my pussy down hard on that dick as the one in my ass gave me an even greater force. “Oh, god, you’d better hurry, cause I’m fucking cumming!!!”

My cunt started spasming around his shaft and Tia kept pounding away at my ass, bringing me to orgasm again and again as I milked Rich’s dick taking him along with me, mixing his cum with my own. I could feel the mixture seeping around his dick waiting to be unleashed as I pulled myself off him backing up onto Tia’s strap on once more and falling to the bed beside Rich.

Tia smiled at us both before undoing the strap on. “You two can rest while I lick you clean, then you’d better be prepare to reciprocate cause I have a couple hole’s that need filling too!!” She laughed and proceeded to clean us up!

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Jenna knew what she was planning all along when she invited Mike and Lauren over for some wine and games. But nonetheless, she planned the night out under mild disguise. When the open-minded couple showed up on her doorstep, she invited them in out of the cold rather quickly.

“Can I take your coats?” She smiled warmly at them.

“Sure,” replied Lauren, “It sure is cold out there!”

But oh so warm in here, she thought. Jenna produced some nicely aged Pinto Grigio to share with her friends, as well as some games: Scrabble, Taboo, and Twister.

“What would you like to play?” She asked her guests.

Mike immediately replied that he was down for Scrabble, a game her was notoriously good at. After he was winning by an impossible margin, Jenna decided it was time to cause some trouble. With a yawn and a stretch she asked,

“How about something to get the blood flowing? Twister always keeps things interesting!”

Also losing, Lauren was quick to jump at the opportunity for a change of pace. Mike, however, not very flexible, decided to be the spinner.

“Left foot blue! Right foot yellow!”

At this point, the girls had managed to thoroughly tangle themselves together in a laughing mess. Sensing the opportunity at right foot yellow, Jenna ‘accidentally’ bumped Lauren’s breast. Slightly surprised, Lauren took little notice.

“Right hand green!”

Jenna seized the opportunity, running her right hand along Lauren’s inner thigh on her way to green. Lauren giggled, bodrum escort bayan this time taking proper note of the slender brunette’s action. The strawberry blonde decided to play along on the next call.

“Right hand yellow!”

Lauren immediately moved her right hand to caress Jenna’s breasts on the way past, making eye contact as she went. She could see the intention of Jenna’s actions in her green eyes, blazing rather brightly.

“Left foot blue!”

This time, Jenna made a real move, sliding her leg between Lauren’s, putting her in closer proximity to the shorter girl. At right hand green, Jenna moved her hand straight up Lauren’s leg without giving up this time. Sensing the game was no longer the objective, Mike said ‘left foot orange,’ just to see what the girls on the floor would do.

Lauren brought her mouth up the Jenna’s, caressing her lips with her own tongue. Jenna let a small moan escaping, realizing she had won this one. She lowered herself over the other girl’s prone form, running her toes along Lauren’s calf, feeling it twitch to her touch. Jenna quickly removed her shirt, exposing herself to Lauren more fully. Lauren took in the sight with a sigh.

“You are so…perfect,” she whispered.

Not to be forgotten, Mike slipped off the couch and started massaging the taller girl’s shoulders. Jenna smiled, slightly surprised at the touch. She allowed Mike to pull her back off of Lauren, giving Lauren time to undress. He pushed Jenna onto the floor, yalıkavak escort running his hand up her inner thigh, noting by the aroma that the girl was already quite wet. He removed the rest of her clothing as well as his own as Lauren came back, running her hands over Mike’s back.

“Give her what she wants,” she murmured, already running her hands over her own body.

Upon seeing the blonde girl’s full figure for the first time, Jenna’s mouth dropped into a small o at the beauty of the other girl. Although short, the girl had unbelievable curves and round, pointy c cups that almost seemed to look at her. Lauren replied by greedily looking the other girl up and down as Mike started to massage Jenna’s already moistened clit. Jenna felt a shudder run through her body at the welcome touch, easing herself into a better position.

After a short while, Lauren straddled the girl and commanded her to share the pleasure, settling her sweet smelling wet pussy directly above the taller girl’s face. Jenna complied quickly and eagerly, wrapping her tongue around the other girl’s clit and allowing her sweet juices to fall into Jenna’s mouth. Lauren immediately moaned and shuddered at the welcome touch of the other girl’s mouth to her pussy.

Not to be outdone, Mike turned up the heat on Jenna, forcing the two girls to shudder together as the anticipation of certain orgasm built in the both. With some timely work by all three, the two girls simultaneously climaxed, konacık escort spreading their juices and excitement everywhere. Mike quickly flipped the girls around so that Jenna was now able to suck his dick as he ate Lauren out. Pleasantly surprised, Lauren found that Mike was pretty large, his dick just waiting to be brought into the action. She slowly teased her lips over his head, causing him to moan her name, “mmmm, Jenna…such a talented mouth…”

She took his dick partially into her mouth, teasing him now with her tongue until he felt that he could no longer take it. With a quick movement, he thrust himself fully into her mouth as she took in the precum practically dripping off his dick. At the same time, Lauren felt another orgasm building at the touch of her lover’s mouth. Working hard to hold it off and keep it building, she glanced down at her friend, thoroughly enjoying herself on Mike’s dick. Lauren began to feel Mike tense up with certain orgasm, as did Jenna. Jenna pulled harder at his dick, sucking with all her might as he suddenly let loose, exploding at the same time as Lauren let out a muffled scream of pleasure at her orgasm.

Mike then flipped them around, quickly pushing his dick into Lauren as the two girl’s lips met once more. After a few quick thrusts to whet her appetite, he moved to the taller brunette girl, filling her ready pussy with his large dick. Moving once more, he kept his dick inside Jenna while fingering Lauren to her sudden delight. Working as best as he could, he pushed the two girls to the edge of orgasm as he prepared himself to cum. And as suddenly as it began, he ended all three of them with a bang, all releasing at the same time in exhausted pleasure. As the two girls fell onto him, Jenna murmured, “I always did love Twister…it keeps things interesting….”

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