We had moved into our new house in a smart estate only a few weeks ago, and I was bored already. My husband worked long hours and travelled a lot, and my part-time job was undemanding. The house needed no redecoration and we employed a gardener and a cleaner, so I was at a loose end for much of the time. I suppose I hadn’t got used to not having the kids around, but they were off studying and becoming independent, socially if not financially. I was in fact a typical bored 40-something housewife.

I hadn’t even seen much of the neighbours. They seemed to be too busy making money to socialise. The chap next door, a good-looking blond who must have been in his late twenties, came and went at strange hours. I was hopeful of getting to know him, if only to indulge my fantasies about younger men, but could never seem to catch him. Until I discovered that his back garden was visible from our attic …

I was up there sorting out boxes of nostalgia that we had transferred from our old house – children’s school books, old photos, gadgets that we had never used, etc. – and glanced out of the dormer window. There was someone in the swimming pool in next door’s garden, doing lengths in a strong, easy crawl. I stopped what I was doing and watched, daydreaming. My neighbour must certainly be fit to keep up that pace – I lost count of how many times he turned.

Eventually he stopped and floated on his back, his chest rising and falling deeply. With a little frisson of excitement I saw that he was in fact naked. His fine, toned body was tanned a uniform light bronze. It was hard to tell how hairy he was; any blond hair was wet and almost invisible. I wished, with an inward chuckle, that I had a pair of binoculars. Still, sooner or later he would have to get out …

He did. He lifted himself easily onto the side and shook himself like a dog. I saw that his penis was half-erect, quite a sizeable organ in my very limited experience. He went over to the outdoor shower – just a curved stainless steel pipe with a spray at the top – and turned it on, standing full under the spray and rubbing himself down. He was sideways on to me and his profile was handsome and muscular – rather a Greek god, I decided. I realised that I was touching my breast.

His sensuous rub-down had made his penis swell to full hardness. It was a magnificent looking organ, long and thick and slightly curved. He seemed to have very little pubic hair, which made it seem even longer. He turned the shower off and grasped his shaft in his fist, rubbing it firmly with long, measured strokes. I grew hot, and felt a moistness steal into my panties.

He masturbated with steadily increasing vigour, holding onto the shower pipe with one hand. His hips thrust forward and his pert buttocks were clenched. Without thinking I slipped my hand under my skirt and into my panties. He planted his feet apart and pushed his loins forward, pumping into his fist. He jerked and a string of whiteness spurted from his penis and landed on the grass a couple of yards away. Another, and another, and another, arcing into the air and splattering onto the lawn. I was amazed how far he could spurt. With a soft cry, I climaxed in sympathy …

He leaned against the pipe for a minute, recovering, then went to lie on the sun bed, still naked, and seemed to doze. Feeling guilty, I went to change into dry panties. That evening, alone in the big bed – husband was away on business again – I replayed my mental video, wondering about my neighbour. Was he single? Did he not have an outlet for his passions? Or was his sex drive so strong that nothing could satisfy it totally – not even a sexually frustrated middle-aged woman who would suck the spunk from his balls by the pint? I climaxed fiercely once more.

The next afternoon I waited in the attic – it was rather hot up there, and I stripped down to my bra and panties – and kept watch on his garden. I was rewarded eventually when he emerged, naked, and dived into the pool, completing his hundred lengths or whatever while I stood there lightly touching myself. Once again he stepped under the shower and began to rub himself down. To my shock another man appeared from out of the house – about the same age, also fit and firm-bodied, and also stark naked. His black skin shone in the sunlight. My heart missed a beat.

The black man stepped into the spray of water and the two of them kissed passionately and uninhibitedly. I couldn’t tear my gaze away – I had never seen men making love before, even in films. They stroked each other and my neighbour grasped the black man’s penis – which was no bigger than his own, but just as hard – and began to slide his fist up and down it, while they kissed with open mouths. He turned the water off and masturbated his friend harder, while the black man held the blond’s head in both hands. I saw a rope of white semen burst from the tip of the black organ, thickly falling to the grass, followed by a few more drops – not nearly such a copious orgasm as my neighbour.

Almost before the black man had finished coming, my neighbour gripped his head and forced it down to the level of his crotch. His erection was taken eagerly between the black man’s lips and his mouth began to slide up and down, long deep strokes that made my neighbour throw his head back in ecstasy. He thrust his loins forward while his friend, kneeling, fellated him strongly.

Knowing how powerful his orgasm was, I waited breathless for the explosion. I could imagine vividly – from the few times I had sucked off my husband – what it would feel like for the sperm to erupt into my mouth, splattering against the back of my throat, filling me to overflowing …

I head my neighbour cry out and his body arched, forcing his cock further into his friend’s mouth. The black man jerked his head back in shock, I suppose, but didn’t let go. I could see his throat muscles working as he swallowed the emissions …

My hand was inside my panties and once again I climaxed, weak-kneed.

The two men kissed again, tenderly, this time, and went inside the house, no doubt to continue their love-making.

It had been exciting, but also depressing. So he was gay. Openly, gloriously gay. Which meant that he wouldn’t be interested in me, even supposing I had been a gorgeous busty young starlet instead of an average-looking (and rather small-busted) middle-aged woman. On the other hand, I decided, there was nothing to stop me trying to get to know him better, and if my husband complained – always assuming he noticed, which was highly unlikely – I had the perfect rejoinder: ‘He’s not interested in women.’

The following day I decided to make a determined effort to strike up a relationship with him. I titivated myself as much as I dared – make-up, nice perfume, thin shortish skirt and tight top, and presented myself at his door with a bottle of wine as a welcome offering. To my surprise, after rather a long wait, the door was opened by a woman – or perhaps a girl, for she looked scarcely out of her teens. Her long blonde hair was tousled and her sun-dress looked like it had been thrown on in a hurry.

I introduced myself as the neighbour, and she looked at me uncomprehending. Maybe people didn’t do this sort of thing in her area. Then she shouted upstairs. ‘Dirk – your neighbour’s here. Are you coming down?’

‘Sorry,’ she said to me with a grin. ‘We were busy.’ Doing what, I wondered. Maybe he wasn’t purely gay after all.

Dirk appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. I caught myself staring at his smooth naked torso with its rippling muscles. I introduced myself again, feeling slightly foolish, and unable to stop remembering that I had seen him masturbating onto his lawn and being sucked off by another man. ‘So I thought I’d come round to say hi … but if you’re busy …’

‘Well, it is a little awkward at the moment …’ his voice was deep and masculine, with a Scandinavian accent, not what I had expected. It sent shivers down my spine. ‘I suggest, why don’t you come over this evening? We can drink that bottle of wine … it would be good to get to know you, Betty.’ His smile melted me.

‘OK,’ I said. His girlfriend or whoever she was was eyeing me suspiciously so I beat a retreat and left them to their screwing or whatever. Still, at least I had an invitation for later. That meant I had to choose another outfit, for I couldn’t turn up in the same clothes, could I? What to wear so that he would think I was a desirable sexy older woman rather than a desperate lonely wife?

I brought myself up short. Hang on, what was I expecting to happen? Was I going to try and seduce him – gay or bisexual or whatever he was? Was I really – at my age – going to try and get sex with a man I didn’t know – I who had been faithful to my husband for all these years? Surely not. But as I bathed and depilated and dressed myself in my finest undies, I let my imagination wander …

About eight o’clock I rang his doorbell again, trembling with nervousness. I was wearing a white silk blouse that half-revealed my scanty red bra, and a tight blue cotton skirt slit up the front, only just concealing matching red panties. No stockings – it was too hot. My legs are OK, long and well-shaped, and I have nice ankles.

‘Betty! Come in!’ He kissed me on one cheek and then the other, in the continental fashion, and his aftershave made my head swim.

The house was a mirror image of mine, sparsely but artistically furnished, extremely clean and neat. On the white leather sofa sat the black guy whom I had watched the day before, getting Dirk’s ejaculation down his throat. My mouth fell open, rudely.

‘This is Rob. Rob, I introduce you to Betty, my next-door neighbour. Rob is my lover.’ He said this casually to me and it took all my self-control to shake the man’s hand normally. What was the polite response to such a statement? I looked at them both, wondering how to proceed. Both were dressed in tight thin shirts and trousers that hugged their hips and groins. Both had large bulges where men traditionally bulge.

Dirk obviously sensed my discomfort, for he said, ‘I put the wine to chill. I go and fetch it. Please, sit down.’

I sat down hurriedly on the indicated place, next to Rob. He asked me how long I’d lived next door and we made small talk about the houses, the neighbourhood and so on. He was exceptionally polite and charming and attentive, as gay men are to women. Such a shame …

Dirk reappeared with a tray bearing the wine in a cooler, glasses and a tray of tiny open sandwiches. It was so civilised. We made even smaller talk for a while. Then he sat back.

‘So. Tell me about yourself. I’m sorry I haven’t been round to say hello yet. I work strange hours and I don’t have much free time. You’re married? Or if not, I have seen you have a man living with you!’ He grinned.

‘Yes, I’m married. My husband works strange hours too – in fact he works most of the time, it seems.’

‘So you are a lonely housewife, yes? I was warned about such things!’

‘What did they warn you?’ His candid humour was infectious, and the wine had loosened me up.

‘Oh, that I would be ravaged by bored housewives who were desperate for a younger man!’

‘But you’re gay,’ I said automatically, looking at Rob as well. He grinned.

‘Who says?’

‘Well … you did.’

He shook his head, then stretched luxuriously, emphasising the bulge in his crotch. ‘No, I am a hedonist. I find pleasure in many things. Men and women. As does Rob.’

‘What about you?’ Rob asked, extending his arm along the back of the settee. ‘Do you limit yourself to one man … or to one gender? I can tell that you’re a sensuous person.’

I felt myself flushing. ‘Am I? I mean, can you tell?’

‘Yes. You dress … like a woman who knows what her body is for. And your eyes … they look.’ He put his hands on his hips, fingers splayed towards his crotch, focussing my gaze on his growing bulge.

‘Tell me, Betty.’ This was Dirk. ‘Have you ever made love with two men together?’

I swallowed. ‘No … never.’

‘But you do not rule it out of your life, yes?’

‘I … that is …’ I took a hurried swig of wine. I was conscious that his words had caused a sudden flow of moisture in my pussy. My nipples were tingling and I knew that any moment they would start to harden and project. My skimpy bra and thin blouse would not disguise the fact.

‘It is a fine feeling to know that you are pleasuring two men at the same time, you know.’

‘But … you mean … you both fancy me?’

‘Of course. You are a sexual being. We are aroused by you. And I think you are aroused by us, yes?’ Dirk indicated my breasts, where firm bumps showed that my nipples were now unarguably erect. I’m afraid I have large nipples and they stick out further than is convenient at times.

Rob too had his hands on his hips, stretching the thin fabric even more blatantly over his erection. Close to, it looked bigger than when seen at a distance in the garden. I moistened my lips. Here I was being handed on a plate something I had always fantasised about – no frills sex with two studs. Unconsciously I pressed my hands against the outsides of my thighs, as if to try and stop my legs springing open wide.

Both men stood up and began to remove their T-shirts, revealing smooth muscular chests. They peeled off trousers and pants in one go, to stand naked and proud before me. Their cocks, one black and one white, saluted me firmly. Both men had completely shaven pubes! I felt a hotness seep from my pussy into my panties. Surely this had gone too far to back out now.

The men took my hands and helped me to stand. The nearness of their naked bodies took my breath away. I could almost feel their sexuality radiating, scorching me. Slowly Rob began to unbutton my blouse while Dirk undid the zip of my skirt. As in a dream, I found myself standing there in only my skimpy red bra and panties. Warm dry hands caressed my arms and legs, moving to my back and stomach and neck. Without realising how, I saw that my bra and panties were now crumpled on the floor.

Rob put his arms around me from the back and drew me against his warm bare skin. I felt his cock between my buttocks, a hot hard cylinder reaching up against the bumps on my spine. His big hands held my breasts and presented them to Dirk, who bent to take a big fat solid nipple into his mouth. A shiver went through me as his lips closed over it. He sucked my nipples alternately, running his tonguetip around my puckered aureoles, flicking the sensitive tips, chewing them gently with his lips. Then, while Rob ground his cock against the base of my spine, Dirk trailed his tongue down my cleavage and over my stomach, pausing to worm his way into my navel, leaving a thin line of saliva along my hot skin.

Rob’s hands left my breasts and his fingers parted my pubic hair, seeking out my slit. Any embarrassment I felt at the wetness there was quickly overtaken as his fingertips parted my lips and sought out my clitoris. Dirk knelt before me and began to lick my pussy as his friend held my labia apart. Sensations of unbearable pleasure washed through me as he caressed my button with his tongue. I sagged back into Rob’s arms and gave myself up to the ecstasy.

If it had not been for Rob holding me firmly, I would have fallen when the climax surged through me. My legs went weak and I heard my voice giving vent to animal cries. I could feel saliva, or something else, trickling down my thighs as my loins jerked under the ministrations of his expert tongue.

Even before my orgasm had died away, Rob gripped my thighs and hoisted me aloft, my legs spread. Dirk stood between my knees, and Rob carefully lowered me down onto the big solid cock. My pussy was already open and eager and I accepted the huge hot cylinder without much effort, although I wondered where its end was going to finish up as I was let down onto its full length, until my pubic bone rested against its base. Rarely have I felt so full and so helpless. Dirk wrapped his arms around me and took my weight, and I locked my ankles together behind his back.

I felt something tickling my anus (taut and exposed due to my position) and realise with a shock that Rob was kneeling behind me licking my arsehole! And doing it with relish, it seemed. I could feel his tongue worming its way into my entrance, opening me up. Oh god, was he getting me ready for anal sex – something I had not tried for decades, after a botched attempt by an inexperienced boyfriend? I felt his fingers smearing my copious juices all around my orifice, sometimes slipping into me easily. Maybe this would be OK; after all Rob was presumably well-practiced in the art. But he was so big … Was this what was known as a sandwich?

Carefully Dirk knelt down, his cock still firmly buried in me, and lay back on the floor. In this position he could hold my hips and rock me back and forth, up and down, on his shaft. It slid in and out like a well-oiled piston. A hand touched my chin and I realised that I had my eyes closed, the better to enjoy the sensations. I opened them and saw Rob’s big black cock bobbing an inch away from my mouth. He was kneeling over his partner’s head. Automatically I opened wide and sucked the fat glans into my mouth. He held my head gently and rocked his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly, while the long-disused skills came back to me and I kept my teeth out of the way and did all the other right things.

God, here was me, a middle-aged housewife, being pleasured by two young studs! The very thought brought another climax several steps closer. Dirk was pounding me faster and deeper now, and I felt I ought to make an effort to help, but it was much easier just to go limp and let the men use my body as they wished. I wasn’t complaining!

They must have decided they wanted a change, for Rob pulled out of my mouth and lifted me off his friend’s cock. He turned me round and pushed my head down so that Dirk’s long organ, glistening with my juices, slid into my mouth. I could taste myself all down its smooth, veined length. Then I felt fingers opening up my pussy lips and Rob’s cock, slick with my saliva, pushed easily into my depths. I realised that Dirk, lying on the floor, would have a perfect view of my pussy being invaded. I wished I could have watched too …

Rob held my hipbones and got into his stroke, sliding right the way into me until his balls slapped against my clit each time. When he thrust forward, my body rocked and Dirk’s cock was driven against the back of my throat. I fought the gag reflex and amazed myself by taking almost its full length down my neck – at my age, I thought!

Both men were grunting loudly as they pumped in and out of me. Their cocks seemed to get harder and fatter. I felt a finger invade my taut anus again – preparing me for later, maybe. The thought almost made me cum. Then Dirk (probably) reached up and started to stroke my clit – softly, then harder – and I did cum, hugely, achingly, with a cock in my throat and pussy and a finger in my arse.

The guys must have felt my start to convulse, for they both swore and erupted in me. I felt Rob’s semen hitting the walls of my puss, while Dirk filled my mouth with a spurt of warm salty liquid. I couldn’t swallow – I was too busy coming – and it spilled out and flooded his balls, to be replaced by another and another until I wondered how much he had stored up in there. I had forgotten how copious he had been when I had watched him from my window …

After our triple climaxes had died away, I felt Rob’s cock soften and slide out. I tried to sit up but Dirk held me against him and said, ‘No, stay there. I will clean you.’ He made my tilt my hips so that he could lick my leaking pussy. His tongue cleaned my labia and entrance, and I heard him swallowing his friend’s semen. Meanwhile Rob lay between Dirk’s legs and licked all the spilled cum off his balls and my chin, grinning up at me. When everywhere was clean, but wet, he sat up, lifted my shoulders and raised me into a sitting position so that my open pussy was resting on Dirk’s face. He began to kiss me, deeply, slowly, passionately, scooping the remains of the semen from my mouth, while I felt Dirk’s tongue invading my pussy and playing with my clitoris.

He was an expert licker, that was for sure. Another big orgasm grew gradually inside me while the black man continued to kiss and lick my mouth and face. Finally it crested and he held me tightly in his arms while I shook and trembled and convulsed, gasping against his neck, smelling his male scent.

They laid me on the rug, caressing my body with warm, gentle hands. Each time they stroked my achingly hard nipples, a mini-orgasm rippled through me. I had no volition left; I was content just to be the sexual plaything of these two men. My eyes were closed, but Dirk’s question made them fly open. The two cocks were rampant again.

‘You enjoy anal sex too, Betty, yes?’

‘No … that is, well, I only tried it once, but it hurt.’

‘If it is done by an inexperienced man, it will hurt,’ he said. ‘But when it is done well, it is magical. Rob and I are very experienced.’ His hand caressed my nipples again. ‘Do you want to try?’

If he would just keep doing that to my nipples, I’ll try anything, I thought hazily. I nodded.

‘I’m glad, Betty. A woman like you should experience every variety of sex. And I promise we will be very gentle. If it starts to hurt, just say so and we will stop.’

‘We’, I thought. Does that mean they were both going to do it? Oh my, from an almost celibate housewife to a double anal sex-toy in one evening.

Dirk told me to lie on top of him with my knees bent and my arse in the air. ‘This way, I can stroke your delightful pussy while Rob penetrates your rear entrance.’ He slid his hand under me and cupped my mons gently. I felt Rob’s fingers smoothing some slick gel around and into my anus. I had already had fingers in it earlier, so when he pushed a finger slowly into me I was relaxed. It felt good, and any embarrassment or taboo I had was massaged away by Dirk’s fingers on my clitoris.

Rob added another finger, and then a third. The gel ensured that apart from a stretching feeling, there was no discomfort.

‘Is that OK, Betty?’ the black man said. ‘Tell me if it hurts at all.’

‘No … it feels … nice.’ Despite my sexual high, it still took a bit of courage to admit that this middle-aged woman liked the feeling of her arse being fingered.

‘Good. Now I’ll put my cock in you. Just relax and try not to push it out. I’ll go very slowly. I’m using lots of lube.’

He withdrew his fingers, very slowly, and then I felt something big and fat pressing against my sphincter. I relaxed the muscles and pushed backwards and felt my hole dilate, to be filled by a thick solid not-quite-rigid mass. I gave an ‘oh’ of surprise – mainly surprise at how easily it had gone in, and also at how pleasurable it felt.

‘That’s it, Betty. The head is in. You’re doing well.’ Rob said. ‘You have a beautiful asshole – it is caressing my cock like a silken glove. Now I’m going to slide further in. Let me know if there is any discomfort.’

My tightly stretched sphincter could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it slid slowly into me. Apart from a weird feeling of fullness deep in my bowels, there was no pain. Dirk’s hand continued to apply gentle stimulation to my pussy, and I found myself moaning with pleasure.

‘Wow, Betty, you are delicious!’ Rob’s voiced was hoarse with emotion. ‘I’m all the way in now. You’re sure there’s no pain at all?’

To my own surprise too, the large erection buried up to the hilt in my almost-virgin anus caused no pain and quite a lot of pleasure. Maybe I had been missing out all these years.

‘I’m going to fuck your beautiful asshole now, Betty. I’ll be very gentle, OK?’ I could only moan in response. His big hands gripped my hips and I felt the shaft of his cock sliding out and then in again, only an inch or so. My muscles quivered and I squeezed him involuntarily. I expected it to hurt but it just felt very intense. His motion increased so that most of his cock was pulling out and then sliding back in on each stroke, which I experimented with squeezing him on purpose. Waves of pleasure cascading outwards from the anus – and also from my clitoris which Dirk was now rubbing more firmly.

‘Oh Betty, that’s wonderful!’ the black man gasped. ‘I can’t hold back for much longer. You’re going to make me cum!’

‘Do you want to cum too?’ Dirk asked me, and I could only grunt a yes. His fingers danced over my clitoris while Rob gripped my hips harder and thrust in and out of me faster and faster. Cleverly, Dirk managed to bring me off just as Rob’s cock went absolutely rigid and he gave vent to a series of agonised groans. My sphincter clenched around his cock as the orgasm swept through me. It was total sensory overload.

Dimly, through my post-climactic mist, I felt the cock in me start to soften.

‘My word, I hope that felt as good to you as it did to me,’ murmured Rob. ‘I’m going to slip out of you now – just keep relaxed.’ He eased his cock out and my anus closed up with a little tremor. I just lay on Dirk’s warm naked body and waited for whatever they wanted to do with me next.

‘I felt like I came loads that time,’ Rob said. ‘Just shows what a sexy woman you are, Betty. Do you want to push it all out now? I’ve got a towel ready.’

Under normal circumstances the thought of expelling a load of semen from my arse under the eyes of a man would have sent me into hysterical embarrassment. But now, in my sexual haze, partly caused by Dirk’s hand still keeping me on the boil, I didn’t care. In fact I wanted to do the dirtiest things I could think of.

I relaxed my anus and felt a rush of liquid squirt out. ‘That’s great, Betty!’ I felt Rob wiping me with a towel. ‘Wow, you really milked me.’ I wondered if he was being ultra-complimentary because it was my first time, but then decided I didn’t really care: it was so long since anyone had commented on my sexual performance.

‘Better than your last try at anal sex, eh, Betty?’ Dirk said. ‘Did it hurt at all?’

I nestled my head into his shoulder. ‘No, not at all. In fact I loved it.’

‘Good, because I want to find out what Rob was raving about. Do you think you can manage to do it with me too?’

‘Maybe in a bit. I feel I need a rest first.’

‘That’s OK, Betty. Rest as long as you want. My erection will not go away.’

I dozed on top of him, the cool air on my anus and pussy, while Rob stroked my back and buttocks sensuously. I decided that having two men was definitely better than one.

‘Do you do this sort of thing often?’ I asked.

‘What sort of thing?’ Rob said. ‘You mean sex?’

‘Well, yes, I suppose so.’

‘Yes, very often,’ Dirk said, shifting under me. ‘Although Rob and I together with a sexy housewife – no, not very often!’

‘But I’m not the first?’

‘No, you are not the first. Maybe the best!’ I could take any amount of the compliments, however false.

‘Who was the girl who answered the door this afternoon?’

‘That was Elke. She works nearby. And before you ask, yes, we were having sex together. A type of sex, anyway. Are you shocked?’

I analysed my thoughts. I ought to be shocked – but in my current state of sexual euphoria … ‘No, I’m not shocked.’

‘Good. She also believes in having sex with whoever she likes. Perhaps you would like to have sex with her? She said that she found you attractive.’

‘I’ve never …’ I said, and then remembered a couple of events from my schooldays which I had tried hard to push into the back of my brain.

‘Never been with another woman? You don’t know what you’re missing, Betty – or so they tell me! But maybe Elke is not the right person to start with – she can be quite rough.’

Dirk’s cock was pressing into my stomach, and I could tell that pre-cum was leaking from its tip. To distract them from their plans for my sexual education, I squirmed against it.

‘Ready for round two?’ Dirk asked, with a glint in his eye.

‘I’m ready if you are. My word, I never thought I’d be in this situation!’

Rob lifted me off and I stood shakily, nude, trembling a little with the thought of what was to come. The black man sat on the big sofa and helped me to lie back against him, my back against his chest. He pulled my thighs up and apart, until my knees were almost in my armpits. My crotch was wide open to the world, my pussy lips gaping and my anus taut. Dirk knelt between Rob’s legs and smoothed more gel into my anus, and slathered it onto his cock. Rob reached down and covered my mons and clit with a hand, and held my left breast with the other.

Dirk fingered my anus carefully, getting me thoroughly loosened and lubricated. I craned me head but couldn’t see the tip of his cock pressing against and then parting my sphincter and sliding smoothly inside me. Again there that magical feeling of stretching and opening, and being invaded by a huge hard object. Dirk put his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed them even wider apart, then thrust deeply. I felt his balls slap against my buttocks.

Rob stroked my clitoris eagerly, stoking another orgasm. I could feel its first quiverings in my pussy and arse muscles. I couldn’t hold back as the wave crested and broke and washed over me. Dirk kept pumping while my anus squeezed him rhythmically. I heard myself moaning in ecstasy.

Dirk had more staying power than his friend, because Rob brought me to several more climaxes while the cock continued to pump in and out of me.

‘Jesus, Betty, you are hot sexy woman!’ Dirk gasped.

‘Do you do this with Elke?’ I managed to husk, wanting the filthy details.

‘No, she is too tight.’ A wave of satisfaction rippled through me at that news. ‘But you, you are tight and deep, Betty, a real woman. Oh my god!’

He thrust fully home, skewering my innards, and held there while his face contorted and his cock pulsed. Another orgasm coursed through me, achingly. His spurts seemed to last a long time.

‘Oh god, Betty, you drained me that time,’ Dirk said when he got his breath back. ‘Wait, I fetch a mirror, so you can see.’ He pulled his still-fat cock out gently and I clenched my anus. He came back with a hand-mirror and held it so that I, and Rob, could see my hole, red and glistening with lube. I was too post-coital to be embarrassed.

I could feel the flood of semen inside me, trying to leak out. I relaxed my muscles and a big squirt of thick white fluid burst from my rear entrance and splattered loudly on the floor. I giggled at the sensation and the two men laughed in delight. Another squirt followed the first, and then a trickle which ran down onto my buttocks.

‘You see? You emptied my balls. That is a wonderful sight, Betty, don’t you think?’

Before I could answer a telephone rang somewhere. It took me a while to realise that it was my own mobile. Dirk delved in my handbag and held the phone out to me, while Rob continued to cradle me in his arms, teasing my nipples gently and running his fingers through my sodden pubic hair. I answered the phone. It was my husband.

‘Hi, Betty, I just got back. Wondered where you were.’ Oh god, I thought he was away another night. But he sometimes had his travel plans changed at short notice.

‘Oh hi,’ I said, trying to sound normal, which was difficult as Dirk was now kneeling before me and cleaning up my cum-soaked anus with his tongue. ‘Had a good trip?’

‘So-so. Where are you?’

‘Oh, just round next door. I thought I’d say hello to the neighbours.’ Dirk had scooped up the remnants of his orgasm from my rear entrance and was now kissing his partner, letting the sperm dribble into his mouth.

‘Great. Shall I come over too? I’d like to meet them.’

Oh shit, no! ‘Umm, I was just leaving actually. They’re going to bed soon, got an early start.’ Dirk was grinning at me, obviously guessing what was going on.

‘Oh, OK. Why don’t you invite them over sometime?’

‘Yes, I will. I’ll be back soon. Bye.’ I ended the call as Rob was now rubbing the flat of his hand over my swollen and very wet labia and it was getting hard to keep my voice level.

‘I’ve got to go, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘My husband is back.’

‘That is a shame. Unless he is fond of sharing his wife. We have found that some men are.’

‘No, I don’t think so,’ I said, struggling upright. ‘Where’s my clothes?’

The men, whose erections had now returned, helped me dress. The touch of the panties against my very tender crotch made me squirm. I could feel wetness slicking the inside of my thighs. Could I manage to grab a shower without making my husband suspicious? Would he notice my still ultra-hard nipples?

I gave each of them a passionate goodbye kiss, tasting sperm on their lips. I had no doubt that they would continue their lovemaking after I had gone.

‘Thanks, lads, you’ve made me feel ten years younger.’

‘It was our pleasure,’ Dirk said with a gallant bow. ‘Any time you want sex, Betty, we are at your disposal. Anything can be arranged – we have many friends. Just say what you want.’

Yes, I thought as I walked the few yards to my own house, where my nice but rather staid and boring husband waited, I might just do that.

I see Grant across the hotel lobby before he sees me. That same easy jock’s stride, except there’s a hitch in it I don’t remember—maybe a flare up in the Achilles’ tendon he tore in the Michigan meet. The blonde hair, thick and wild as always, shows flecks of gray. The sparkling blue eyes, bright as ever, are ensconced in a mangle of crows’ feet I don’t recall. It’s hard to believe we’re getting older.

I stand and wave and there’s that broad, toothy smile. I extend a hand, but he’s having none of it. Instead, he crosses the lobby and wraps both arms around me, pulling me into the soft wool of his pin-striped suit, the cashmere overcoat dotted with snow. I’m surprised by how easily my body still molds to his. We exchange pecks on the cheek and the scent of Old Spice sends a shudder of recognition down my spine. This handsome, middle-aged man, long since married to another, was once a beautiful boy, my first lover all those many years ago.

He joins me in the lobby bar, amidst the fersn and plush seats. He orders a Chardonnay and I finish my first. He’s got pictures of his kids. There’s Grant Jr. who headed to law school this year, following in his father’s footsteps. There’s Bruce, who marches to his own drummer—dropped out of Northwestern to become a masseuse in Tucson. Then, there’s Abby. Could this slightly overweight wife and mom be that same buxom red head who blew us all away with her polished sophistication and enticed us with her sexiness all those years ago?

“Here’s Jessica.” I show him my daughter, recently married and living in Los Angeles near her father.

“Reminds me of her mother at that age,” Grant says. “That black hair, the olive skin, those eyes. Just like yours. Melt you, skewer you, or pull you into a well of regret, depending on the moment and the mood.”

“Oh, give me a break,” I say. “You make me sound like some kind of femme fatale.”

“It’s how I remember it.”

I ignore him, flip to another photograph. “This is Matt. He just got accepted to MIT.”

“Looks like his dad,” Grant observes. “Serious.”

“Definitely. And just as smart.”

“How’s John doing anyway?”

I shrug. “We don’t talk since the divorce, except through the kids. He’s buried in his work more than ever is my guess.”

“And, how’s Lynn after the divorce?”

It’s strange to hear him say my name after all this time. “A little lonely, a little uncertain, but she’s not bad. It’s good to be back in Chicago, even if it’s just for a visit.”

“Yeah, Chicago’s a great place,” he says. “It’s terrific to see you again.”

I feel a sudden and overwhelming tenderness toward him, not unlike I remember feeling one night in the backseat of a ’68 Camaro. “I’m glad you’re here,” I say. “I’m glad we could get together.”

He finishes his wine and pats my hand. “Me too. C’mon, I’m starved.”

Charlie Trotter’s is my favorite place to dine in Chicago. I dragged my ex-husband here every time we trekked from LA to Chicago—at least during the successful, happy years of the marriage. The years when we were making lots of money, the years when we were still speaking.

Unbelievably, Grant has never been here before, but I know he’s going to like it. The white linens, the silver cutlery, the Reidel wine glasses—it’s his style. Not to mention the wine list, thick as a Bible, and the menu that’s peppered with exotic sweet breads, seared foie gras, and glazed veal loins. Even in our college days, Grant was a classy guy, always neatly groomed, t-shirts and jeans that smelled like a sunny day in spring. Even then, a night out with Grant meant a shower, fresh panties, and matching bra—sometimes a stretch for a wannabe hippie chick.

The sommelier, replete with horn-rimmed glasses and an accountant’s neat haircut, arrives at our table. We begin with a glass of Champagne Duval-Leroy Blanc De Chardonnay 1996 and half way through the glass a canapé arrives, a terrine of smoked fish, delicate and perfect as a tear drop.

I accept the piece of bread Grant has buttered for me and ask the question I’ve wanted to ask since he arrived. “So, how is Abby? You’ve not said much about her.” It’s meant as an observation, not an accusation.

He shrugs. A typical guy, preferring not to go below the surface. “She’s fine. You know. We kind of operate in different circles these days.”

I purposely avoid looking at him. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“You’re not. Things haven’t been that great the last few years. It happens. You of all people should know.”

That’s an understatement. My ex-husband and I roamed in different circles for years before I spun out of orbit altogether. The long and short of it was that he worked while I fucked around. But that isn’t really fair to either of us.

He built a technology company that made millions, then worked to save it when the market crashed, then worked to rebuild it. Not an easy task. I got tired of hosting dinner parties, entertaining clients, spending nights alone. It surprised and thrilled me that other men were interested in a middle-aged mom, that the tennis pro wanted to lick me in the locker room after a hot, sweaty match, that the caterer wanted to bend me over the kitchen table and flip my apron over my head, that my masseuse wanted to fuck my mouth and splatter my face while kneading my ass like a loaf of bread dough.

I reach across the table and lay my hand on Grant’s. “I never thought it would happen to you and Abby.”

“Yeah, well,” he says.

“You two always seemed like the perfect couple.”

I leave it unsaid that before he and Abby were a couple, there was Grant and Lynn. Grant and Lynn in the back of his ’68 Camaro, Grant and Lynn on the toilet at a fraternity party, Grant and Lynn burning up the phone lines during Christmas vacations. I leave it unsaid that there was Grant and Lynn, before I made the mistake of introducing him to my roommate, Abby, and then leaving for Europe for a semester.

He shakes his head. “We had our ups and downs. I mean we were close, but she never, you know, was very playful in bed. Then after the kids came along…I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on. You two were hotter than the Fourth of July.”

“It’s all hot when you start out.”

I’m feeling suddenly flushed as it occurs to me that his memories of us are probably as poignant as mine. “So, is it all over? All over between you and Abby?”

He shrugs, refusing to look me in the eye. “All over, except for the paperwork. How about you? Are you involved with anyone?”

I squirm a little, make an “eeek” face. Does a rim job from the father of my daughter’s best friend, a getaway weekend with my husband’s former business associate, a slippery fuck in the hot tub with a neighbor half my age count as involvement? “Not really involved,” I tell him. “I’m seeing other men, but I’m not really involved.”

Our meat course arrives, an orange and hoisin glazed veal loin, resting on a bed of braised-red cabbage, accompanied by a root vegetable puree. Grant takes a sip of the Cakebread Cabernet he ordered for us and gives me a sly smile. “Do you remember that night we spent downtown here at the Hilton? No one’s ever done that to me, except you.”

I nearly choke on my bite. Remember? Of course, I remember. How could I forget that? I smile back. “I’ve never done that to anyone else.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“It was amazing,” he says, chewing thoughtfully and fixing me with an unrelentingly needy gaze.

Never? Well, not exactly never.

My son’s soccer coach, Mac Lewis, and I had been sending signals back and forth for some time. It happened at PTA meetings, parent-teacher conferences, chance meetings while waiting in line for concessions at basketball games. My ex-husband, John, never made it to these events—they were too mundane for a guru like him. The first time with Mac was at a Holiday Inn over Christmas break.

One afternoon, as I lay with my head on his belly, my left hand toying with his cock, soft and pink after I’d just sucked it dry, we talked about the sex stuff we’d always wanted to do, but hadn’t gotten around to yet.

He was a bit shy, but with a little coaxing he shared the usual fantasies about having his own sex slave for a day and being with two women at the same time.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, Mac,” I said. “But tell me the secret thing, the thing you’ve never done and can hardly even admit to yourself that you want.”

“I don’t know.” Sheepish for a forty-year old man who knew how to eat pussy like few I’ve known.

“You know,” he continued, “maybe that domination thing.” A little embarrassment creeping into his voice. “Like a mistress, humiliating me. I’m not even sure what I’m saying.”

His cock began to harden as he spoke. It swelled in my hand. “You mean the high heels and leather mistress thing?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” A little breathless now. “Okay…I’ve never told anyone else about this. But sometimes I wear my wife’s panties, fantasize about being someone’s…”

“Someone’s bitch,” I finished his sentence for him. His cock was twitching now.

I lowered my face, took him into my mouth again. I slid my right hand under his ass and stroked the crack. Mac Lewis, my son’s balding soccer coach.

“God, yes,” he groaned, lifting his hips off the sheets to accommodate my probing finger.

* * * *

By the time we reach the backseat of the cab and head back to my hotel, Grant and I are beyond pretension. At a stoplight under the L, I slip a hand inside his fly. As I suspected, he’s wearing panties. What is it about these powerful, confident men that makes them want to be treated like the little woman? Oh, Grant, years ago in
that hotel room here in Chicago, I fucked you like a street whore and you’ve never gotten it out of your system.

The lobby of the Intercontinental is quiet by now. A couple of businessmen conclude a night on the town with a handshake. The bellboy and the concierge share a joke. We make directly for the elevator. Grant clings to my elbow and leans in conspiratorially.

“Do you have everything?” he whispers, his voice hoarse with lust.

“Absolutely.” He isn’t the only one to have anticipated the possibility that we might connect like this. I’ve brought along lubricant and a velvety silicon strap-on with just this occasion in mind.

In the elevator, I push him to the wall, a knee in his groin. I kiss him hard. My tongue wrestles with his, glides across his lips and teeth. I grind my pelvis into his thigh while his hand grips my behind. He’s inside my overcoat and his fingers dig into the fabric of my little black dress. By the time we exit on the eighth floor, a glance in the mirror reveals faces smeared with lipstick, mouths breathy with anticipation. I pull him along by the hand.

The room is dark, lit only by the street lights reflecting off the new-fallen snow. We enter in a rush. Our abandoned coats snuggle on a wing chair. I fumble with the knot of his tie, the buttons of his shirt. He unzips my dress. I wriggle out of it, reach behind to release the clasp of the black bra, and shake my breasts free. He gasps at the sight of them. They’ve grown fuller and softer since he saw them last. My aureoles are larger and darker, the nipples more like real nipples than the tiny buttons they were years ago.

“You’re beautiful,” he manages and reaches for me with both hands.

I push him roughly and he falls backward onto the bed. “Not yet,” I tell him. I stand before him in black panties, garter belt, nylons, and heels.

I sink to my knees, unbuckle his belt, help him out of his shoes, socks, and trousers. He’s still gorgeous with those long, muscular runner’s legs, abs nearly as tight as I remember, hard pectorals and triceps. A moan escapes me as I glimpse his cock straining against a flash of damp white panty. He reaches for my breasts again, but again I push him away. “I’ll tell you when,” I say sternly.

I open his legs and stroke his cock lightly through the panties. His manly grunts fill the air. I reach lower and cup his sack. I squeeze it gently, then a little harder, while my lips travel the length of his shaft, linger at the head, and suck pre-cum through the satin. No man’s ever tasted better.

I continue to squeeze and nibble. He’s breathing harder, his abs rippling. When I hear his, “oh baby” like a feral animal’s growl, I retreat. He’s on the verge, but I want to take him higher, take him to further than he’s ever been.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he says.

“I’m just getting started,” I assure him.

* * * *

We’ve lit candles, stripped naked. I’ve used his tie to bind his hands behind him. He kneels before me, worshiping my tits. He sucks first one nipple, then the other. I love to be sucked, prefer sucking to licking or nibbling. I squirm on the edge of the bed, my hands cupping his face. I’ve soaked the sheet and know without looking that my labia are swollen, that my clit pulses like a heart.

My nipples have become so sensitive that each touch is like a thrust inside. It’s as if my breasts are poised to explode and fill his mouth with strange and exotic fluids. I can’t stand it any longer.

“Eat me, Grant,” I direct him. “Do it the way I like it.”

Saliva-wet lips butterfly kiss their way down my belly. I wonder if he’ll remember how I instructed him all those years ago. I lay back, fully opening and exposing myself. I’m trimmed but not shaven and the thick black patch that remains is especially redolent tonight. The aroma floods my senses and fills the room. I know he can smell me, see me, is about to taste that most private part of me, and I’m dying with the expectancy of it.

Oh yes, he remembers. The stubble of his beard grazes my inner thigh. Then he’s in my gaping crease, lapping up the juices. Next, he takes a pussy lip into his mouth and sucks—I love the sucking—while I hump his face. Then the other lip, sucking me, adoring me, devouring me. I’m melting, melting, melting.

He noses up to my clit and the swirl of his tongue is enough to make me cry out. It’s his cue to finish me. His lips settle around that little button of flesh where my entire being now resides and, yes, he begins to suck. Oh, the pleasure of that heave and ho, that pull and tug. He sucks harder, enticing the button, praying to the button. I feel it as a pressure, a pressure that mount, until, until, I release in waves of blinding light.

When I look down, his face glistens with nectar, glows with his own need.

I stretch him out on the bed, on his back, his hands still bound. I want to see his face while I fuck him.

I watch him watch me fiddling with the strap-on. It’s life-size and life like, an exact replica of some sweet man’s erect member, complete with veins and ridges. Grant’s eyes are like slits and he’s panting, each breath an effort.

I straddle his chest and feed it to him, stuffing my girl cock into his mouth until it nudges his tonsils and forces a gag from him. He’s into it, making little suck noises as I slide in and out. I’m into it myself. It’s as if the dildo is an extension of my clitoris. Each flick of the silicon tweaks nerve endings already raw with want. I’d give anything to spray a load down his throat, across his lips and cheek. And from the look of bliss he gives me, I suspect he wants that too.

Next, I watch him watch me apply the lubricant to my cock, to his ass. He’s beyond excited, in an arena of lust that knows no boundary and has only one exit.

He pulls his knees to his chest, lifts his hips. His tight, brown rosebud winks at me, his hard cock throbs on his belly. I position myself and ease the dildo’s tip inside. He exhales and relaxes, welcoming me. When I push further, he bellows like a wounded bull and reaches for his dick. I push his hand away. “Not yet, bitch. I’ll tell you when.”

And then I fuck him. His head falls back, his mouth opens in an “O,” the whites of his eyes show in the slits. And, it’s “Oh Lynn, oh Lynn, oh Lynn,” in rhythm with my thrusts. I fuck him hard and truly like a bitch should be fucked.

He can’t take this much longer and neither can I. Each advance of the dildo is an assault on my clit, which is still graced with the ghost of his tongue. I sink hilt deep into Grant’s tight ass and reach for him. I give the head a squeeze and his expression changes from rapture to gratitude. This man needs to come and I want to watch it, feel it on my hands, rub it on my tits and face, eat it like candy.

I deliver him with only a couple of strokes. Still impaled on my cock he shoots strings of semen in the air, moaning and mewing like a backseat virgin. Slowly, slowly I withdraw. He’s floating in his own space. I reach between my legs, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, tasting and smelling his sweet, sticky spooge.

I climax with a shudder and a torso twisting wrench. I collapse, cum soaked and sated on Grant’s bare chest.

* * * *

He’s gone before dawn. During the night, we fuck once more with him taking me from behind. It’s good, very good, but not the world-shattering good of when I gave it to him.

I make in-room coffee and stare out the window. The office lights are just coming up, the sun is just rising over the lake. When I turn back to the bed, I see that Grant’s forgotten his Armani tie. Will the wife that he returned home to, the wife that was once my girlish roommate, even notice? The wife with which it’s all over except the paperwork? Yeah, well. It was a lie he didn’t need to tell to get into my pants.

Before heading into the shower, I stash the tie into my purse. Maybe I’ll have a chance to return it to Grant the next time I’m in Chicago. Or, maybe I’ll have a chance to use it on the Concierge.

Maybe he’ll be my bitch tonight.

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It all started when in my college days where I and humera use to study. I proposed her and she accepted my proposal and we were going out having fun. My first kiss was with her and I don’t know how many of you had felt your first kiss interesting but my kiss was awesome and when I took my first kiss to her, my dick was so rock hard and it did not came to normal position for an hour. It was in my first year after school. It was very tasty and sensual that I cannot forget it in my life.

In first year we use to just kiss, I use to press her boobs which were 34 in size at that time. She had the figure to die for. All college was behind her. Her ass was toooo sexy. When she uses to walk I use to tell her that her breast enters first in class then her rest of her body. She is to walk aggressively and straight. My first pussy which I have seen in my life was hers. So days passed here comes my B’day and we wanted it to be different. We did not had any good place as she wanted to give herself on my birthday and I was so excited to take her and was worried as well as to how I am going to fuck her, where I am going to take her. I got an idea and I booked a hotel room on my birthday with different name and told them that I am coming from different city and going to stay only for one day and will check out in evening.

The day has came I kept some clothes in my college bag to make it feel as if I am coming from different city. I went to Hotel Green Park in auto. Checked in. The room was very good, I check bed it was very soft as I jumped on it. I called humera from hotel and told her the room number. She came after half an hour as I told to come straight in and take right and you will find lift and press number 3 and come in as the door will be open. I was so excited and that half an hour was not going soon but when she came in I was just seeing her, she has dressed to kill and very sexily she caught me and gave me a birthday kiss. I asked her where is my birth day gift so she just went one step behind and when I looked her dress it has got a knot like gift wrap has. She wanted me to open my birthday gift and use it as much as you can.

I then hold her head and gave her soft kiss on her lips and started sucking her juicy lips, and slowly i moved towards her neck and smooch her neck. I then asked her to lie on the bed and started squeezing her boobs and open the knot which was on her top of shirt. And I told her that this is first time I am going to see a naked body directly. She helped me to remove her top. Then I cupped her boobs with bra on. She was wearing a black bra as she know black is my favorite and I liked it very much. Then I myself unhooked her bra and started sucking that tits like a baby and with the hand I started to squeeze other boob. I was pressing it hard I guess as she was feeling pain. I asked it if I was hurting her but she said if it makes you feel good then I don’t mind. Then I slid my hand towards her navel and started caressing her stomach and I was sucking her boobs badly and her nipples were fully erect. I then slid my hand toward her pants and asked her to remove it. She said it’s your gift if u wants to see the heaven you have to remove it by yourself.

Then I started to remove by myself and asked her to raise her hips so it is easy to remove pants of her. After removing her pants I saw wet patch on her panties and I started to lick that wet patch and for the first time I smell a pussy. I put my finger inside her panties and started to rub her pussy. She moved suddenly as if she got a shock like feeling and when I asked she said because for the first time a guy is touching her pussy. Being the first time I did not know to rub a clit so she guided me with her hand where to rub it. I was rubbing her pussy and I was feeling very good and her pussy was completely wet.

Then I removed her panties and started staring at her pussy as I was seeing it for the first time in full view. She asked me what is that I am looking for so I said I was looking my special gift. She asked me “what do you want to do with it?” I asked her to spread her legs and started to lick her hole and she was mouning in pleasure and that excited me a lot and I was eating her pussy juice for so long and dried all her juice, I was licking fast and she told me to keep licking as she was feeling very good. I licked her fast as there is no tomorrow and she was raising her hips up and down and I don’t know what’s going on and all of a sudden she was shaking as she hold my head tight towards her pussy. After some time she was calm and when I asked her if she is alright, she said “I never felt anything like this before”.

She was surprised to see a huge bulge in my underwear she started feeling my cock with my underwear on. Then I removed my underwear and asked her to suck my cock. It was rock hard and she said this is the first time she was seeing an adult cock directly. She started licking the tip of the cock and tasted my pre cum. “It is salty in taste” she said. Then I asked to suck it as we got not much time so don’t waste time. Being the first time it was very difficult for her to suck my cock and was not able to suck it properly. But after some time she was sucking it very nicely when I asked her if she even sucked a lollipop? She said “yes” so it’s a kind of lollipop so suck it in that way. I was got my first mouth on my dick and it was feeling real good. It’s going to be our first fuck for both of us and I know about the bleeding thing but I was not sure about her. After some time I asked her to lay on back and spread her legs. Then I took my t-shirt out of my college bag and asked her to raise her ass and spread it on the bed. She asked me why am I keeping that under her ass then I told her “as you are a virgin, little blood will come and it may spoil the bed sheet.” Then I started rubbing my hard cock on her vaginal slit and was enjoying her vagina as it was fully wet. I told her that it’s going to hurt a little bit and I can see some fear on her face.

I told her not to worry as I will be soft and if she is not comfortable then we will stop. She said “alright” I parted her legs wide and I can see she has a small and tiny hole. I played with my dick head for awhile to make her easy and comfortable. I slowly inserted just the head of my penis inside her small hole as her legs are in air near my shoulders and her eyes were closed. I took out and again slowly went in the same manner, I did that for awhile and then went beyond that and she tried to stop me as she was feeling pain. I took it out and make her relax and then tried again with slow push and then gave a hard push and she screamed in pain and that time I leaned forward and started to smooch her lips by keeping my dick still inside her pussy without moving and told in her ears that” everything will be alright in few minutes so stay calm.” After some time I moved back in my position and took out my penis as the blood was started coming out. Then again I gave another push slowly and was fucking her slowly. She was feeling pain.

This being my first pussy it was very hot and I was feeling nice soft and smooth. I told her that the pain will go away soon and I increased my speed and enjoying my first ever fuck and I was about to cum, I wanted to come inside but I took it out from her pussy and unloaded my sperm on her stomach. I lied on her for awhile and then went to clean my cock in bathroom. Till I came back she was lying on the same position, I wake her and took her to bathroom to clean her pussy. I told her that I am sorry about the pain but she said “It’s Ok” and “Happy Birthday Sweetheart”.

After that our college was finished and I took admission in graduation in different college and she took in some other college. We hardly use to meet at the time and there were no regular phone calls as in those days there were no cell phone either. But we use to meet once in month with all our gang which has got 6 guys and 4 girls. One was humera and she use to get her 2 best friends which she met in her new college and humera younger sister. We use to go around on bikes go for movies and celebrates each other’s birthday. Humera best friend was Tamara, when I first met her I did not liked her at all. She was very slim short around 5” 2’ never use to wear dupatta as she as very tiny tits. She use to say “ I don’t have anything in front so it’s no use to wear it.” After 3 years of graduation all wanted to get settled in their respective life. My was fixed that I am going to marry humera once I get settled.

To earn money I went abroad as there were not much scope in Hyderabad at that time. But I don’t have anyone who can help me to get abroad. Humera said that Tamara has got her sister in Dubai and she will arrange everything but we have to bear all the expenses. I thank Tamara for helping us but she kept one condition that I should call her once I get settle as her sister is not showing any interest as she want to earn money in Dubai. I accepted her condition and all was done in 3 months and I landed in Dubai. Everything was sweet I stay with her sister and her husband was very kind. He guided and helped me to get a job. I use to get letters from humera and along with that I use to get letters from Tamara as well asking when I will call her.

After 6 months I discussed with Tamara sister about how can I get Tamara here? She was upset about the condition she kept on me but later on she herself got her visa done and landed Tamara in Dubai in a month time. I went to airport to pick her and when I saw her after so long she was looking very pretty. But till that time also I saw her as my girl friends best friend. Now we are staying in the same flat we became good friends. After a month later she too got job and we celebrated. We use to spend lot of time together and one day a strange thing happen. We were in a lift just two of us and she said that humera told me to give you a kiss, I was shocked and I said “did she said really” so Tamara started laughing and she said on your cheeks. I said already go ahead then. We were joking about that topic and she tried to come near then again move bad, she was teasing me so I just kept quiet. All of a sudden she came near and I turned my face to ask her something and the kiss came on my lips and the lift got open and she ran in the flat.

We laughed later in the evening about the kiss and I really liked it. I was away from a girls touch from so many days and this kiss made my feelings grow. She did not mind and as days were passing we both were getting close to each other not physically but we started talking over phone and we use to go out for dinner not as a date but just casually, sometimes she use to cook for me as she was a bad cook so I use to praise her for cooking. One day it happened to be a off for both of us and we planned that we will spend time together as no one will be there as everyone were going out except us. But a day before we had a small fight and she wanted to go along with them leaving me alone. I shouted on phone and told her “if you go then see what I will do to you” so she went with them and came alone soon and as I was there in flat she came straight away in front of me and said “I went with them now you tell me what you will do” I was angry I don’t know what to do, and all of a sudden I caught her tight and pushed her to the wall and started kissing and she was just shocked, I kiss her hard for around 5 min, and left her. She ran in her room, came back again in 15min with a glass of water and said why did I go like that I said” I was angry that is why I don’t know what I was doing”. She laughed and went away. After that incident her attitude has changed towards me, she starting asking me if I am missing humera, is that the reason I kissed her, and she said I kiss her if I want as it is nothing harm in it as she want me to help her as I was missing humera.

One day again it happened that no one was around I asked her if I can kiss so she said yeah why not and we sat on a sofa and we started kissing, she responded on my kiss and we were kissing very passionately, my hand went on her right breast and she jumped and said please don’t touch me there. But I said just let me feel you and I pressed her with both hands, her eyes were closed, I hold it tightly it was very stiff and small I think it was 30 in size. I kissed on her neck put my finger on her hair, we were aroused kissing each other. It was very great pleasure as for me nearly a year I did not had this all. She was trying to stop me every time I went on her boobs but after some times she just started enjoying. I removed her shirt and now I can see her tiny tits with bra on. I removed her bra and I was able to have a full view of her breast, that part of flesh on her body was driving me crazy. I started kissing it, and started pressing it with my lips, I couldn’t resist myself. I keep on sucking her nipples as after sometime I will be able to milk out of it. She was aroused more and pressing my head towards her breasts.

My dick was hard as steel. She started touching my shoulders and chest. She was pushing her breast towards my chest and I could feel the softness of her globes and her erected nipples on my chest. Then I pulled down her pant and had a look at her string satin panty she was wearing. I just parted her legs and without removing her panty I place my part on hers. I could feel her wetness. This made me sure that she wanted me badly. Slowly into her ears I asked her that should I and she said replied by just nodding her head indicating yes and just said what if I get pregnant. I said don’t worry you won’t.

Now I was like a free bird, I started off by kissing her neck then her boobs then her flat stomach licked her navel and then finally to her untouched pussy. I gently rolled my fingers over her panty, could feel the wetness and heat of her body. I tried to press her vagina lips with my lips. I could feel that she was getting horny and she was wanting more and more from me. I pulled down the strings of her panty and she was all naked before me. Just wanted to see each and every part of her body and wanted to taste it madly. I started rubbing her clit with my fingers; it became more and more wet. I opened my mouth to have a taste of her juice. I revolved my tongue and tried to push it into her tiny hole which was sooner was going to be very large enough to let my penis in. Then I tried to push in my middle finger in her hole it was very tight and was not easily getting into. She was getting red with pain and was lifting her body up.

But I had to so I swiftly pushed it a bit in as far as possible and did not move it so that she comes to state. I gave her some finger movements. Seeing her that way I was not able to have control over myself any further. So I decided to enter into her without any further foreplay. I spread her sexy legs as much as I could, and placed myself in between her. I removed my underwear and took my tool out and straight into her, she literally yelled with pain I made her calm. As she became a bit normal I started moving up and down, she kept on moaning and at times screaming she was holding my shoulders tightly. I started moving faster and faster as I was about to come I removed my penis from her vagina and spilled it all on her tummy. And my both the hands were on her soft boobs pressing them like anything. After a few seconds we realized that my penis was blood stained and there was a flow of blood from her vagina, she was very scared as if something went wrong with her. I took her closer to me and told her that it was her hymen which was broken.

After that we had sex number of times and all the fights has started with that as she wanted me to leave humera and she was very upset as her best friend had done so wrong with her. My days were hell after that and I just want to run away from all the problems. I wanted to marry both which was not possible. I offer Tamara that I will marry her but she has to run with me and when things get in control we will come back but she did not accepted my proposal. But I have to solve it in whatever terms and conditions I have to. I came back as I was not able to face humera but she was very kind and understanding. She was ready to marry me and then we got married and Tamara was unaware of our marriage.

After marriage we went to England and were happy with humera and got two kids with her. I was not in touch with Tamara but got to know from my friends that she got married after 1 year. She was happy with her husband.
My life story is not finished yet as it is too late I will write about what happened when I met Tamara after 10 long years.

 

 

My husband and I had been together for a year, plenty of time to get to know one another or so you’d think, but it’s amazing what can be hidden even from those closest to you.

Our sex life was great even from the start. My husband was less experienced than me, having only been with two other women previous to me. As for me I’ve chosen not to add up the number of sexual excursions that I’ve been on. Although he wasn’t as experienced, my husband did manage to show me a few tricks he’d learned through the hours of porn he’d watched. In fact my husband was the first man to ever go down on me. Not that it hadn’t been offered before, but back then I was more into pleasing than being pleased. My husband has always been a gentle man especially during lovemaking. He was able to keep me satisfied, however there was something missing. Something I was ashamed to admit at first.

The truth was bound to come out and so it did one night while we were drinking for the sole purpose of getting drunk. After we were both quite drunk we started to fool around. It was great to begin with- he was as gentle as usual and doing his best to please me. This time however it just wasn’t working. I knew in my heart what was missing, but I was afraid to tell him what I really wanted. Finally after several tries to get me turned on, he wanted to know what was wrong. It’s now or never, I thought to myself.

“I want you to be rough with me,” I finally admitted.

He asked me what I meant by rough so I confessed my dirty little secret. I liked to be dominated, but not merely the gentle hold me down honey kind of domination. I liked to be raped, I liked to fight back and know that the man is using nearly all his strength to control me. At first my husband was shocked to hear me say that I liked it that rough. He was a little apprehensive to say the least. He didn’t want to be too rough or not rough enough to satisfy me. After explaining to him that he only needed to be as rough as he felt necessary he seemed to be ok with my request.

He held my hands above my head with one hand while the other began to grope and fondle my body. I began to fight and struggle to get away. The more I struggled the tighter his grip got. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter the more we struggled with each other. His left hand moved quickly as he undid the buttons from my shirt and pulled my blouse open. He smiled at the fact that I was wearing a bra that snapped in the front, it didn’t take long for him to expose my ample breasts. He began to slide his hand over to my right breast grabbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger he began to pinch it and gently pull it until it became hard and perky. He then repeated the processes on my left breast.

I could feel his hot breath as his mouth moved toward my right breast. He began to suck and gently bite my nipple. The feeling was almost too intense. I began to struggle with all my strength, writhing and squirming under him. He pushed his body against mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. He then forced my legs apart with his. He quickly moved his hand between my legs rubbing my wet pussy through my pants. I wanted to reach down and rub his hard cock through his jeans. The thought of this only excited me more. I tried to push him off using my legs but it was no use he had me pinned securely to the bed. He then reached up and unbuttoned his pants, he was forced to release my hands in order to slide them off.

I used this opportunity to slide out from under him; I hit the wall at the top of the bed and pulled my knees in. It didn’t take him long to get his pants off, he then grabbed both my legs and pulled me back down the bed until I was on my back again. Because my hands were still free from his grasp I used this opening to slap him across the face. He then crouched over the top of my chest pinning my arms under his knees. His hard cock was only inches from my mouth. He ordered me to suck it I refused to do it pressing my lips together tightly. Seeing that it would be useless to try and force it my mouth he decided to slap me across the face. I could feel my left cheek begin to burn as if someone had laid a heating pad against it.

He again told me to suck it, but once again I refused shaking my head from side to side. I tried in vain to get my legs up around his upper body in order to pull him backwards onto the bed, however this only managed to fuel his excitement. He struck me on the right side of my face with more force then he had the left. My eyes filled with tears, I could see the concern in his face so I reassured him that I was enjoying it. He then let himself forget his worries and gave in completely to the game we were playing. He again ordered me to suck his hard cock, and before I could object he backhanded me across the right side of my face. The tears began to flow as I opened my mouth not wanting to see what he would do if I refused again. He quickly plunged his dick into my mouth. Now I’ve been able to take his full seven inches into my mouth with no problem but this was different. I had absolutely no time to prepare myself. The force at which he thrust his cock into my mouth caused me to gag momentarily. Paying little, if any attention to this he began to fuck my mouth vigorously. This continued for only a minute or so, before he decided that his cock yearned for something more.

He knew he would have to release his hold on me in order to remove my pants and panties. Having learned from the previous experience he quickly surveyed the room.

“Ah ha,” he said having spied what he was looking for. “You’re not going to get away this time.”

He grabbed a belt that sat on the nearby dresser. He made a loop and placed it around my right wrist, he then released both of my arms. As he did this he kept control of my right hand but my left was free to move about. I decided to slap him again, but he was much too fast for me. As my left hand swung through the air he quickly grabbed it and pulled it above my head next to my right one. He then turned the belt into makeshift handcuffs and taking the hanging part of the belt he tethered me to the bed frame, seeing as we had no headboard.

After pulling on the restraint a few times in order to make sure that I couldn’t get free he moved to the foot of the bed where he undid my pants and ripped them from my body. He then began to caress my wet pussy through my panties. I felt as though I couldn’t take much more, however I wanted to continue with our little game so I pushed myself away using my legs. This excited and irritated him at the same time, he sprang forward pulling down on my legs violently. I could feel the pain travel up my body, causing me to cry even louder.

He jumped on top of me and ordered me to be quiet; he then slapped my already sore face. I tried very hard to stop from crying, I bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed slightly. He then leaned his head down to my ear and asked if I wanted him to stop. I was afraid to speak, knowing that he’d hear the crack in my voice. I didn’t want to make him stop. Instead I shook my head from side to side.

He then said, “Just let me know if I’m being too rough.”

Mustering all the control I had I managed to whisper, “I will.“

Having assured himself that I was a fully willing participant he moved his attention back to my wet pussy. I felt him moving slowly down my body, when he reached the top of my panties he warned me not to move or else he would hurt me more than I could ever imagine. I nodded my head in order to let him know that I would listen. My pussy ached for him now, especially after hearing the authority in his voice. He moved his head between my legs and began to lick my silk panties. I pushed my hips up towards his mouth in order to give him greater access to every part of them. He then removed my panties to reveal my shaven pussy, which was aroused enough now that he could see just the tip of my clit protruding from between my pussy lips.

He gently touched it, which caused shivers to go throughout my entire body. He then slid his forefinger down the slit and into my wet hot pussy. I thrust my hips towards his hand, completely forgetting about the game. The only thing I could think of at this point was how badly I wanted him to fuck me. After fingering me for awhile he slid his body up mine until his hard cock rested against the opening.

“Do you want me?” he asked, in a very gentle and caring voice.

“Yes,” I whispered.

That was all he needed to hear. He shoved his hard cock deep inside of me with one powerful thrust. My whole body filled with the intense pleasure. I could feel my pussy grasp his hard cock as he began to pull out but just before he removed himself completely from within me he again gave a powerful thrust. I inhaled deeply as I felt his hard cock slam against the wall of my pussy.

“You like that don’t you?” he asked with bated breath.

“Oh yes,” I replied as I readied myself for yet another forceful thrust.

This time I pushed my hips up giving him greater access to my wet pussy. His pace began to quicken and his breathing got heavier as he continued to pump his hard throbbing cock in and out of me. I tried my best to contain my orgasm with no luck. I felt the waves of pleasure throughout my body, it caused every muscle in my body to tense up. My pussy squeezed his hard cock, he continued to pump as my orgasm intensified. Finally unable to control his own impending orgasm he came deep inside me, as I involuntarily thrust my body upward. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and held him in position as I waited for our orgasms to subside, and for us to regain normal breathing.

 

Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of the doorbell caused her to glance up at the clock. Ten to eight, she wasn’t expecting anyone. With a small sigh she put the book aside and left poor Rachel alone for the first time with her secret love – her father’s stableboy.
A quick glance out the peephole identified the caller and she quickly undid the deadbolts on the door and opened it wide. Standing before her was a teenage boy, drenched by the rain.

“Good Evening, Mrs. Riley,” the boy said as he dripped onto the foyer carpet.

“Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing out in weather like this, you’ll catch your death in this downpour.” She said as she ushered him inside.

“I just wanted to drop off Becky’s report for school,” he said as he produced a small binder wrapped in plastic from under his soaked jacket. “I promised her I’d proofread it and get it back to her by tonight.”

“Proofread , is it now.” Katie Riley said with skepticism, “Are you sure you didn’t just write it for her.”

The guilty look on his face told her he had.

“Well we’ll discuss this later,” she said as she tossed the report on a nearby table. “First order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes. March yourself into the laundry room and toss all of those things into the dryer. You’ll find some of Matt’s old things in the basket that you can put on.” With a shrug, Michael headed for the laundry room.

Putting on a pot of tea while she waited for Michael to change, Katie worked up a few good angry thoughts for her youngest daughter, Becky Ann. Becky had been dating Michael for three months now, a fact which had surprise her from the onset. Michael was nothing like the boys she had usually gown out with. First off, he was very intelligent and well mannered, – a straight A student. Secondly, although he was very cute, Becky usually preferred a more rugged looking boy. It had been a futile hope that maybe she was finally growing up, but now Katie could see that Becky was only using the boy.

“This was all I could find that would fit.” Mike said as he walked into the kitchen, holding onto the tie-string of the gym shorts that were too big for him.

Katie bit down to prevent a laugh. Her middle son’s pants were at least 2 sizes too big, but at least the t-shirt had shrunk enough to fit. If he were to let go of the pants, she was sure they would drop to the ground. She quickly dismissed the image, not wanting to make fun of the boy.

“Sit and have a cup of tea, it’ll warm you up.” She said putting a large mug in front of him as he sat down.

“Thank you.” he said quietly.

Silently they drank their tea. He was cute, Katie thought to herself, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a swimmer’s form. And that was at 16, give him another year or two and he’d really break hearts. All he lacked was self-confidence, without it he was just another boy Becky had wrapped around her little finger.

Aware that Mrs. Riley was looking at him, Michael felt very uncomfortable. At 42, Katie Riley was still an attractive woman. Although she tended to be on the heavy side, her weight was evenly distributed as to give her a full bodied figure. The most striking feature of which was a set of 38D breasts. Breasts Michael was all to conscious of as he tried not to stare at them though the thin housedress Katie wore.

“How long have you been doing Becky’s schoolwork? Katie asked as she put down her mug.

“About 3 months,” Mike answered.

“I though so,” Katie said. “Doesn’t it bother you that all you are to her is someone to do her schoolwork?”

“No, we really go out…” Michael said excitedly. “She showed me that she really likes me!”

“Oh really now?” Mrs. Riley asked “And how does she do that?” Michael sat there speechless, he knew he’d said too much.

“You can tell me, Michael, I’m not going to get mad. I know all about the things boys and girls do together.”

“Well…we kiss and sometimes she lets me touch her,” Michael said, red with embarrassment. He found he couldn’t escape the older woman’s inquiries. “And sometimes she touches me…”

“She jerks you off?”

“Ye……Yes….a few times.” Michael stammered, amazed at the question.

“Has she ever sucked you off?”

“No…….” he yelled. “She wouldn’t ever do something like that!”

Katie smiled in amusement, the boy was in love with Becky. She was the first girl he’d ever had any sexual contact with and it had blinded him to the fact that she was using him.

“You’d be surprised what Becky does…..” Katie continued, it wasn’t fair that she had to burst his illusion, but it was for his own good. “Did you know she’s not even a virgin, she’s been on the pill for almost a year.”

“No, she told me that she was saving herself. That’s why we couldn’t do it” Michael said in Becky’s defense.

“Oh she told you that…” Katie replied. “And where did she say she was going tonight?”

“Becky said she was going to spend the night in Bakerville with her cousin Suzie.”

Mike said, wavering in his answer. “Helping her get ready for her prom.”

Katie shook her head, thinking of a few more choice things she wanted to say to her daughter.

“Oh she went to Bakerville all right, but she went as Timmy Clancy’s prom date.”

“No…..” Mike said “She wouldn’t do that….”

But deep down he knew that she would and did. Realization came over him and he began to cry. “I’m sorry Michael,” Katie said as she took him into her arms and held him. “Let it all out, its ok.”

Katie held the boy as he cried, rocking him gently and brushing his hair. It was a hard thing to loose young illusions. After a few minutes of holding his head against her ample breasts, Katie realized the boy had a hard-on.

As soon as Katie looked at the bulge in his shorts, Michael jumped back and began to quickly apologize.

“I’m sorry…..I didn’t mean to do anything…..”

“That’s ok, I know it was just a natural reaction….” Katie said in a soothing voice. “In fact if anything I should be complimented.”

Looking again at the bulge, Katie wondered just how big it was if she could notice it though the too large shorts.

“I guess I’d better get going…” Michael said. “Nonsense, ” Katie said. “Its still pouring out and your clothes are still in the dryer.”

Michael looked around the kitchen, trying to look at anything but Mrs. Riley’s huge breasts

. “Just out of curiosity……what did Becky promise you for doing the report?”

Michael shifted in his seat, the question didn’t do anything to make him loose his hard-on.

He still couldn’t stop answering Katie’s questions.

“She said she would rub my cock for me…” he answered, his face growing redder and his cock growing harder.

Katie glanced down again at the boy’s growing cock and smiled. “It’s a shame you did all that work and then miss out on your reward.”

 

I am a 27 year old with a 25 year old wife. My wife works most of the hours in the house so I am with the 2 kids all day.Her mother usually comes to our house to give me a break for a few hours a day. She will use the pool with the kids or just suntan herself. I never really paid attention to her but she is 48, divorced and still firm enough to wear a bikini around the pool.

She is a very touchy peson sometimes I feel like she is hitting on me. Well anyway I had a week off from work and my wife asked if it was allright if her mother still came during day I said I didn’t care.

So my first day I was gone all morning her mom came to baby sit and swim. I came home about an hour early and to my amazement I walked out to the pool and there she was tanning naked. She didnt even hear me till I was right next to her she jumped up and was looking for her suit which happened to be over on the picnic table. She jumped up and ran to put it on.

I told her I was cumming and she told me to put my cum in her mouth and boy did I! My cum was all over her and she just kept sucking till I was hard again. Before I got to fuck her though she wanted my tongue so she squatted over my face while I licked her pussy.

This lady was wild, she kept telling me to suck mommy, make mommy cum. Her pussy was so wet my face was soaked by now, my cock was rock hard and so she got on top and started riding me. Her pussy was so hot and wet she came all over my cock. She was so loud I thought the kids would wake up so I took her down to the cellar in laundry room, got her on all fours and started banging the shit out of her. She was reaching back putting a finger in her ass telling me she wanted her son in her asshole. I couldnt believe this was happening to me but I could tell she gets it up the ass a lot because her hole loosened right up when I started fucking it. It was still tight enough to cum in about 2 minutes. We had to hurry up getting dressed and clean before my wife got home so my mom in law finally got round to putting her suit on.