It is one of those lazy afternoons, when all you want to do is take a nap or just be, not bothered by work or people. But for me it is one of those afternoons that I have been waiting for, for a very long time. A moment in time that will change me and you forever, a day that will remain in our memories for a very long time, moments that we might want to live over and over again.

You are just about to go into another sleep mode when the buzzing of the door bell awakens you. And when you open the door, there I am in front of you at a time when you least expected, but this is something that we both have wanted for a very long time. You are still in shock to see me at your door step, while I continue to smile at you, waiting for you to call me in. After a few seconds, you mumble " Hey babe, come on in. I did not expect to see you." And as you say those words, I, as if drawn by you, kiss you, a gentle peck on the cheeks. As I move away, I brush my lips across your face, just about touching your lips. Taking a cue, you pull me closer and kiss me on the lips,slowly at first and then passionately, with full force. We continue to kiss each other not bothered by the fact that we could be seen by passer bys. And what is more surprising is that even though we havent met for several years now and given the intensity of our conversations, our meeting is somewhat subdued, may be we want to savour every single moment that we have.

Kissing me you take me inside, closing the door behind us. All this while we are still lip-locked, not wanting to let go of each other. Gasping for breath, I break myself away from you. " Gosh Alex I can't even breathe." "Come on babe, you know you want this and I have waited too long to be with you."

"I know, me too. But let us take it slow. I want us to savour every minute of us being together. I want every touch, every kiss to last forever. Won't you ask me to sit down?"
"Come on, you don't have to be so formal. Do you need me to tell you that? You can be yourself, do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" I look at you with mischief in my eyes. I move closer to you, " Are you sure?"
" I haven't been more sure."

Saying this you take me in your arms and kiss me once again, long and hard. This time you push your tongue in my mouth and I slowly start to suck at it, kissing you harder and stronger. As I continue to kiss you, I can feel your hands move towards by breasts, slowly touching and caressing them, feeling through my clothes. You realise I am not wearing a bra. "Oh baby, this is so hot!" As you press your body closer to mine, I can feel your hardness.

I slowly push my hand in your shorts and start stroking you gently. You slowly move from my lips to my neck, nibbling and kissing me, still caressing my boobs. I bite your shoulder and continue stroking you.

"I want to taste you Alex," saying this I push you on the couch, pull the shorts down and kiss your erect dick. Rubbing your balls, I continue to kiss your dick, the insides of your legs, sucking in between, taking your hard, almost erect dick in slowly. As I suck you my tongue is licking throughout the length of your dick, making it wet and hard.

"Ya baby, yes...that feels so good. God! I have wanted to feel this for so long."
"Look at me. Look at me sucking your dick."
You look straight into my eyes, and I continue to suck you. My hands rubbing your chest, your thighs, your legs, stroking you as I continue to move my mouth up and down your hard on. Your hand is on my head, pushing me on your dick, harder. With every thrust you go deeper and deeper in my mouth. I am choking on you, but you continue to push deeper, harder, faster. I can feel the pressure building inside you, but you hold on...not ready to cum as yet.

As if reading your mind, I let you free, take off my top and there they are, the two most beautiful and desirable things that you had wanted to lay your hands on. You push me to the floor gently and take one of the boobs in your mouth, kissing and licking at first and then starting to nibble and bite. Gently at first, you start getting harsher. One of your hand moves to the other boob, pinching it lightly, while continuing to suck on the other. with your other hand you undo my pants. Surprise no panties!!! Your hand is now between my legs, stroking my insides.

"Oh Alex, wow! This feels so good! Ya baby...hmmm..... yes...yes... oh God!! ya... this so good.. I looovee it...ya ..." I continue moaning to every kiss, nibble, bite and stroke. I feel that I will cum soon.... but you control my urge to cum, playing with me... making me desperate. I so badly want you to finger fuck me, but your fingers continue to just stroke my thighs, not even coming close to my cunt.

"Come on Alex, please fuck me or at least touch me," I beg you. But you continue doing your own thing, driving me real crazy. The frustration inside me is building and I just want to take your dick inside of me...and then suddenly I can feel something. It is you, between my legs, kissing me. you tongue is slowly flicking my clit. "Oh God!! Oh fuck!! yes!! Wow!! Thats..thats... hmmm...yeaah...ya baby....aah... hmmm....yesss...yaaa... oh fuck...." I can not imagine the amazing feeling running all through my body as your deft tongue fucks me! And at precisely the same time both your hands are on my boobs, caressing them. All I can do is just throw my head back, close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of being in heaven!!!

I don't know how long you went on, but I had stopped feeling my legs... all I could feel was a tingling sensation below my hips....

"I want to fuck you baby"
"Do you think I can take it, I am already so drained out."
"Of course you can, come on let me show you." Saying that you get on top of me and with one quick push enter my very very wet cunt. And you can see the surprise on my face when I am all ready to go all over again. I can feel your hardness filling me completely. You take your dick out a bit and then with full force start fucking me, going in and out, in and out, faster and faster... I can feel my juices flowing out... All the wetness makes you move even more faster...deeper...harder.... I can feel the tension building inside me and you. I think we are both about to come. I am all ready to take your hot juice inside of me, but then you suddenly take your dick out.

"What the fuck!! Why did you....." You don't even let me complete the sentence. You turn me around, make me get on all fours and fuck me doggy style. I have never felt so horny ever. As you fuck me, you tug at my hair, bite my back, pinch my boobs. With every little hint of pain, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I never thought I could sustain so long.

"I can't take it any longer Alex, I need you to cum, I need me to cum... please...I beg of you." You give a smile and start pushing, deeper, faster, harder.....Fucking me ...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck... fuck... fuck.... And then I can feel you cumming... your juices flowing inside me....

"I want to taste you... " I mumble. You put your still dripping dick in my mouth. I suck it... deep... tasting both of us in my mouth. I lick you... clean... taking in every single drop....hmmm...we taste so good together....

You look at me... and kiss me on the mouth... softly and gently.... Both of us collapse on the couch... exhausted, but definitely not done as yet!!! (continued)

It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive than the others with her long blonde hair, large breasts, sparkling eyes behind her black rimmed glasses, and most of all her sexy French accent, I was still not too keen to meet her. But it was too late, she had spotted me, and it would be rude to try and escape.

"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?"

"I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite.

"You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run out in five minutes... Hey, would you like to come over for some drinks? I'd love to hear more about what you've been up to at university."

"Well, I don't know..."

"Oh, if you've got other things to do, I don't mind, it's just that I like to hear from my ex-pupils. And John, you know, my husband, is away for two weeks, so I would like the company, just for an hour or so, and I can drop you home later."

"Yeah, OK," I said, realising I had nothing better to do, and that I actually quite enjoyed her company. So together we ran to the car park, and once in the car continued our conversation from before, it was almost like talking to one of my friends. The drive didn't seem to take very long, as she pulled up in front of a fairly small modern house, announcing that we'd arrived. I followed her inside, noticing how clean and tidy and uncluttered it was compared to our house, just a few pictures and photos on the walls with one or two ornaments, as she led me into the living room and invited me to sit down on the pale beige sofa.

"What would you like to drink?" she said. "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I can offer you alcohol. How about a beer?"

"A beer would be fine thanks," I replied, and couldn't help staring at her behind as she walked away into the kitchen, the thin material of her skirt not doing much to conceal its shape. Taking advantage of her being out of the room, I rearranged myself so that if I did get an erection it would be easier to hide, as that was the last thing I wanted to happen, and tried to force myself to stop thinking that way to avoid embarrassment, although that was proving more or less impossible. Only seconds after I'd rearranged myself, Chantelle returned with two glasses of beer, handing one to me, and then sitting down only an inch or so from me with hers, and once again we resumed talking.

This time though, I soon found it a bit harder to feel quite so at ease, as she twisted around to face me, one knee bent up on the sofa and brushing against my thigh slightly, while she supported her head on her elbow resting on the back, and her breasts thrust seductively towards me. I concentrated on my beer, getting more and more nervous, and so drinking much quicker than normal, making the small amount of alcohol go to my head far more than it would normally, doing my best to hide the hard-on that was growing in my trousers. When I'd finished my glass and was beginning to wonder how I could politely ask to go home, I felt the back of her hand on my cheek, gently turning me to face her.

"Jack," she said, her voice a little more husky than usual, and her accent a little stronger, and her pretty grey-blue eyes fixed on mine through her specs, "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I hope you don't mind me saying this: ever since you first walked into my classroom three years ago, you... you made my feel, well, horny!" My mouth dropped open a little, gawping like an idiot. "It was silly I know, you were my pupil, so I had to ignore, to suppress it. But now..." She leaned further forward, her nose almost touching mine, and whispered: "Now I can have you."

Her lips pushed against mine, and to my astonishment I felt myself kissing back. She took my glass from my unresisting hands, and as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, she brought my right hand up and placed it on one of her large, firm breasts, squeezing it tight over it, then leaning closer, still kissing me, putting one arm around my waist while her other hand stroked the back of my head. This was all such a surprise, a completely unreal and dreamlike situation, that I just let myself go, kissing back and feeling her tits, giving control over to her and my instincts, so much that when she sat back and pulled my head into her cleavage, instructing me to suck her nipples, I didn't hesitate, and set about unbuttoning her blouse. There was a slight delay as I fumbled around the back of her bra, but I soon discovered that the clasp was at the front, and released her beautiful shapely D cups, and started gently licking and kissing the surface,
intending to work up to the nipples.

"Oh, no Jack, not like that," Chantelle told me. "I want you to suck them hard! Be rough with me, my husband is the one who does the tender loving."

Getting more turned on by the minute, I obeyed, and sucked as hard as I could, feeling them become firmer and more erect in my mouth, all the time squeezing whichever one my mouth was not attending to with my spare hand, getting rougher as she instructed, and my own erection getting harder each time she gasped exclamations in French between orders. After a few minutes, she pushed me back against the sofa and straddled my lap, tugging at my top and telling me to lift my arms up, which I did a little reluctantly, as I was a bit insecure about my skinny chest, but once it was bare she made no comment, but just kissed her way down it, sliding smoothly back off my lap to between my legs and began unzipping my flies.

"Mmm, Jack," she said, lifting her head up to look at me through her glasses once she had my erect dick in her hand. "It's as good as I imagined! I've been waiting for this moment since I first saw you get a stiffy in class."

With that she licked her long red tongue up the shaft, and I had to look away to stop it all ending there and then, feeling her circle the ridge slowly and then the damp heat of her mouth as she took me inside. Not bothering with much sensuousness, Mrs. Woodcock bobbed up and down sucking until I was as hard as I could possibly be. She pulled back and stood up, taking off her skirt and slipping out of her panties, throwing them aside to reveal her pussy shaved completely bald then, still in her black heeled shoes and open blouse, she straddled my lap once again. I put my hands on her waist, and she pushed them down to her butt, then with one hand on my shoulder to steady herself she used the other to hold my erect cock in position as she slid slowly down on it.

Chantelle must have been thirty-five or thirty-six years old when this happened, so you can imagine she was not tight like a virgin or anything like that. She was also really very wet, which was a blessing as she began fucking me really very hard, telling me to thrust up harder and harder, her large breasts shaking and bouncing off each other right in front of my face. After a few minutes she shifted sideways, pulling me with her, so that I was on top, thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could whilst doing my best to stop an orgasm building too soon. So I could thrust deeper, she pulled her legs up so her shoes were above her head, and began fingering her clit, her moaning rendering her instructions to be fucked harder more and more incoherent.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Mrs. Woodcock, I mean Chantelle," I gasped when I sensed things getting close to out of my control.

"Not yet Jack," she replied immediately, and pushed me away. "Use your mouth and fingers, I've got more for you to do yet."

Obediently I got down on my knees and began lapping at her slick wet slit, following her instructions and moving up it to lick her clit, which was swollen and easy to find. Making small, fast circles with my tongue, I pushed my right middle and forefinger inside her cunt, thrusting them in and out as I had been with my dick. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and maneuvered it around, positioning my finger inside her until I could feel a kind of small mound of flesh with my fingertips.

"Yeah, there, toy boy, just keep stroking that," she told me, and then grabbed my hair with both hands to hold me in place so I had no choice but to keep licking and sucking her clit.

Pushed even further into her pussy by her legs which had wrapped around my back, pressing my cheeks into her soft, slightly thick thighs, my soaked hand was pressed against the bottom of my chin and neck. Without warning, Chantelle thrust her hips forwards and let out a low moan, rising in volume into a yell, and then just as it changed into a series of strange sharp high-pitched yaps followed by more straining moans, hot liquid burst out from her, gushing over my fingers and streaming down my arm and over my chest.

Her arms were shaking but still pushing me into her crotch as she climaxed, so that my mouth slipped from her clitoris to her opening and I got a mouthful of what I soon realised were her juices (and not what I had at first feared), as I witnessed my first female ejaculation. It seemed to go on for well over a minute, maybe even more, the hot liquid gushing down my throat, but her grip gradually relaxed and I was able to breathe. I was about to pull back completely, but she kept hold of my hair and shook her head.

"Uh-uh," she said, still panting, "You keep eating me, mon chère, you keep eating your bitch of a French teacher until I say stop, you won't regret."

So continue to eat her out I did, being pushed down off her still hyper-sensitive clit to lap up the juices from her lips. Her hands moved to the top of my head and pushed me further and further down, until before I knew it my mouth was level with her tight puckered ass hole, and I tried to push myself away again.

"Non, non, non, non, non," she said, re-tightening her grip. "I want you to get my ass hole nice and wet so you can get inside."

Somewhat revolted, but incredibly turned on, I decided not to pass up a chance like that, and tentatively stuck out my tongue once again. Thankfully, she was very clean, so I gave in to my desires yet again and began circling her tight entrance, which was in actual fact already pretty wet from all the vaginal cum that had poured down over it. Chantelle began to get excited again, pushing my face into her so my nose was pressed in her moist vagina and my tongue slipped right inside her arse.

"Now listen Jack," she said after I'd been licking her anus for a good few minutes. "I'm going to let you fuck my arse now, but I want you to fuck me hard. I want to be slapped around and treated like a dirty whore, so don't hold back with your language or anything. Je veux sentir comme une pute, like a whore, OK?" I nodded, and she sat up and got off the sofa, removing her blouse so she was completely naked but for her shoes, getting down on her hands and knees. "Oh, one more thing Jack. I don't want you cumming inside me, I want you to do it in my mouth, that OK?"

"Yes, Chantelle," I replied, and then began testing her hole with my finger to see how tight she was.

She still hadn't loosened up too much, so I wet two of my fingers and pushed them inside, sliding them in and out of her hot arse, then squeezing another in and then another, keeping my dick hard with my other hand. Once her sphincter seemed sufficiently relaxed, I decided I'd better get down to business, so I spat a mouthful of saliva on to her rear entrance and spread it around, then did the same on my cock. I knelt up behind her slightly large, more mature, though certainly not flabby behind, and positioned myself. Pushing my hips forward whilst pressing down on my cock with my hand, I forced my way inside her, her sphincter tight around me and the saliva not quite enough to make it an easy entry, the friction making her scream out in a little pain, but she insisted I continue.

At first my strokes were slow and difficult, but it eventually became easier, and she yelled at me to go faster, so I sped up, and started to slap her arse cheeks, a little hesitantly to begin with, but as she moaned in pleasure I gained in confidence, spanking her harder and harder. Soon the air was thick with her cries and the loud smack of my hand on her now rosy buttocks, and I got more into my role, calling her a dirty whore as I slammed my dick up her anus.

"You're a filthy slut," I told her, leaning forward and pulling on her tied back hair, "Nothing but a cum dumpster."

She roared in delight, and reared up so I could squeeze her tits from behind, clamping one hand really tight on one and pinching the nipple hard while still slapping her behind, leaving the other breast to swing wildly from our body movements. I pushed her back down again, my hand on the side of her face, grinding the other cheek into the carpet as her hands were too occupied seeing to her clit to hold her up, knocking her glasses off centre.

There was only so much of this I could take, and I could feel an orgasm building that I wouldn't be able to contain this time, so I pulled her up by her hair once again, and withdrew completely. Letting her kneel up and lean back against the sofa I thrust my cock into her eager mouth, still holding her hair. The heat of her hot wet mouth with her tongue swirling over the head was too much for me, and I exploded almost immediately. This took her a little by surprise and she choked, dribbling semen down her chin and temporarily letting go of me, so the left lens and black frame of her glasses was made cloudy by the next squirt as I ejaculated in her face. She recovered quickly, and continued sucking, making me groan in ecstasy as she prolonged my orgasm for what seemed like an age, swallowing nearly everything. As I reached the end, I pulled out of her mouth and squeezed the last few drops of cum on to her large, beautiful breasts before she finished
licking it clean.

"Thanks Chantelle," I said after I regained myself, not knowing what else to say.

"It was a pleasure," she replied, a big smile on her dirty, plastered face. "In fact, now you've proved yourself, I was wondering... Would you like to stay the night?"

In the spring of our tenth year of marriage my thoughts turned to what I considered to be the dark side of my imagination. My wife, in her thirtieth year was as voluptuous as she was the day I married her. I would often experience an erection by just standing next to her. She was a nice physical package of 5’ 4” with, not a slim build but not chubby either. There was just enough of her to make her a nice soft package to hold on to. She had beautiful breasts and deep green eyes. Her breasts were so sensitive I could bring her to climax by just massaging them. She had beautiful legs, long and full and fantastic to touch.

She was a touchy feely kind of gal who would not hesitate to touch the arm or leg of someone she was talking too. That got her some looks from more than one irritated wife. I found it amusing because I knew that she was totally innocent of any hidden motive to touch the guy’s leg other than to hold his attention as she spoke. The guys at the parties we attended were attracted to her like flies to honey because of her innocence and her sexuality. They loved her naivety. They loved to engage her in banter that pushed the envelope on sexual content and suggestiveness. She would sail thru an evening without the slightest idea about the fact that the guys were playing off her with suggestive conversation.

I never worried about her. Jealousy was not an issue. She was a virgin when I married her. She was the product of a strict upbringing. We attended church on a regular basis with our family. Our best friends were members of the same congregation.

I am not sure when the thoughts started creeping into my head, thoughts about her being with another man. Then came the visions. I could see her lying with a man between her legs. She was noisy when we made love and I could her moaning in my imaginary scenarios that cast her with another guy.

Maybe it was that night in the Casino in Vegas during a vacation when she coyly told me that a guy at the bar suggested that she ditch me and go to his room with him. It sparked my curiosity. I sort of jokingly asked her what she thought about it. She gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder and said, “no way silly.” I carried it a bit further that night. When we were making love I pretended to be the stranger at the bar. She hesitated at first and then joined me in our little joint fantasy.

We really got nasty. I used language I had never used before. “Do you like fucking me? Does my cock feel better than you hubby’s? Does he eat your sweet pussy? I love your pussy. I am going to fuck you and then my friend is going to fuck you.” It was wild. The more I whispered into her ear the more excited she got. She climaxed like a wild woman. I joined her. It was the most fantastic session of sex we had had in a very long time. I began to realize that our sex had slowly become mundane and mechanical. This was a revival of the way it used to be. I was exhausted from the passion we both had just experienced. All of this because a guy at the bar made a simple pass at her?

We didn’t talk about it but I could not help to let my mind wander over the events of that evening and wonder how intense could our love making get and stay if we allowed such fantasies to develop further. What if there was actual touching. My imagination went wild. I travel with my work. I would lie in my bed in the motel room and masturbate to my new fantasies. I envisioned her at the bar with short dress and the guy, any guy, with his fingers playing along those beautiful legs. I masturbated to that scenario a couple of times. The scene went further. The three of us go up to his room for a nightcap and once there he proceeds to seduce her while I watch. He takes advantage of her sensitive breasts and she becomes so overwhelmed with his caresses she finds herself on the bed and unable to resist his advances as he moves her dress to her waist, pulls her panties to the side and takes her. He is big and she is noisy. I improved on the fantasy until I was joining them in the bed and making love to her along with this stranger.

Then the first little fingers of doubt began to seep into my imagination and the first little traces of jealousy began to enter my thought process. I admonished myself for such thoughts. There was not even prospective lover her life other than me. Who was in her life? Who might actually materialize as a real living breathing part of my fantasy?

Our good friends Maddy and Frank occupied a great deal of our social time and we theirs. Frank was a great guy. He obviously thought the world of my wife Lindsey. He would do anything for either she or I. Certainly we would do anything for them.

We spent a lot of time together. They had a mountain cabin where we spent many weekends. It was a bit primitive. It had an outside shower that was out of the question in the winter time. We heated water in the winter on the stove and bathed behind a sloppily hung curtain used for privacy. In the summer the shower water was heated by the sun and dropped directly on one from the tank above. It was still a little cold but showering with our bathing suits on was helpful because we could run without hesitation into the heated part of the cabin. The cabin consisted of two rooms. There was a kitchen and a bedroom. The door opening between the two rooms was covered by a plastic sheet with no door. There was one double bed and one queen size bed in the room on either side of the door where you entered the room. Enter and turn one foot to the right or left and you were at the edge of one or the other bed. There was basically no privacy, but as I said, we had been best friends for many years and turning the light off at night worked fine along with the usual squeals from the girls when either Frank or I accidentally entered the area while one of them was changing cloths. We would actually tease each other about it. Us guys would pretend that we were coming in or accuse the other guy of going in on purpose.

I added that to my fantasy. I envisioned Lindsey in the room at the cabin and Frank walking in on her while she is just wrapped in a towel. He begins to tease her, pulling at the towel. They end up wrestling and falling onto the bed. He is suddenly on top of her and sliding his hand under the towel’s edge, feeling for her breasts. She pretends to struggle but allows him to touch her. She takes in a sharp breath as she feels his fingers start to play over the smoothness of her globes. Her sensitive nipples harden and respond to his caresses. She cannot help herself. The passion of the moment and the sensations of his hands fondling her breasts destroy her defenses. She feels him reaching along her belly and touching her mound, sliding his fingers thru the neatly shaven edges of her now swollen vagina. Her eyes are closed but she senses the movement of his body as he shifts his weight and pauses with his body hovering over hers. She can feel his fingers playing about her opening and then the touch of what she knows is the head of his penis. He enters her slowly and surely. Her curiosity about the swollen lump in his shorts that she has peeked at so many times is satisfied. He is massive. He fills her up as he presses deep into her wet and swollen pussy.

My cum splatters the motel bed sheets as I bring myself to climax with the vision of my sweet wife, her legs spread, taking in the big cock of my best friend.

I cannot tell her of my fantasies. They have gotten out of control. She would be angry with me for debasing the wonderful relationship we have with Frank and Maddy. Now when the four of us are together or when Lindsey and I are at a social gathering I am extra sensitive about where Lindsey is and what she is doing. If she disappears from the room I go looking for her. I am suspect of the guy who seems to be coming from the back of the house where I know she is. Were they doing something back there? Did he come on to her? Is she smiling because she has just let a guy touch her or kiss her behind a closed door? I have an erection and a new fantasy.

It is late. The party is winding down. I have had too much to drink and am sleeping on the sofa. I awaken to a darkened room. I am confused at first and then I remember that I am at a friend’s house. I have obviously slept thru the end of the party. Where is everyone? Where is Lindsey? Where are our friends Frank and Maddy? Who did someone not wake me up? Then I hear the noise. It is a muffled sound coming from down the hall. It’s voices and other noises that I cannot make out. Someone is up and around so I will join them. I push myself up from the sofa and feel my way across the semi-darkness of the room. I peer down the hall and see only darkness except for the dim light coming from the end bedroom. I make my way down the hall and arrive at the open bedroom door. I don’t want to barge in on anyone so I carefully peek around the door frame. The glow from two night lights illuminates the pieces of furniture leaving a shadowy cover over everything. I hear the voices more clearly. It is Lindsey. She is whimpering. I know that sound. My eyes become adjusted to the dark and I realize that there is a person standing by the bed on the other side. There is someone in the bed also.

The whimpering is coming from the bed. Lindsey must be there. Then who is that person by the bed and what are they doing in the room where my wife is trying to sleep? The form on the bed is moving. My eyes adjust more and I realize that there more than one person in the bed. The person standing by the bed moves slowly over to the bathroom door and enters. He flicks on the bathroom light and just before he closes the door the flood of light reveals my wife’s face, the head of the man laying on her, the pile of bedding at the foot of the bed, their entwined legs and the motion of his hips as he moves into her. I am watching a man fuck my wife. I am frozen in place. I listen to the sloshing sounds of fucking as he pleasures himself in my wife’s body. I listen to her whimpering and know that she is enjoying it. I feel myself hardening and press my hand against my erection. I am both angry and excited at the same time. Their motions quicken and he begins to grunt as she breaths more and more deeply until he reaches a pace of rapidly pounding into her and she is gasping for breath with each thrust. I massage myself.

Earlier in the evening I had met this man. He was single and a friend of our hosts. He was there with a friend of his, another guy. They were both big guys tanned and rugged looking. I found out that they were bunkmates on an oil rig. I remember Lindsey being infatuated with them, their brawny looks and their devil may care attitude. They liked Lindsey. The scene of the three of them sitting on the sofa came back. Lindsey is sitting engaged in conversation with her usual habit of placing her hand on the person’s thigh as she talked. He responded. He placed his hand on her thigh, patted her leg at the point where her bare flesh disappeared under her short skirt and grinned at her. She smiled He knew he was going to fuck this female before the evening was over. He looked over at me even as he moved his hand a bit on her thigh and grinned. He didn’t care if I knew his intentions or not. He was telling me with his eyes. “I am going to fuck your wife.”

The sound of their bodies thrashing about in mutual climax brought me back. I pressed my hand against my engorged cock and waited. The bathroom door opened again and the friend returned to the room. There was movement on the bed and the guy lying between Lindsey’s legs lifted himself up and by moving one leg to the floor, stood up by the bed. She pulled the covers to her chin and tilted her head upward to look at the one who had just returned from the bathroom. He pulled at the covers. She resisted. He pulled a little more firmly and the covers gave way. He stood there by the bed caressing the white melons of bare breasts glowing in the soft light. He must have pinched her nipple because she squeaked and covered her breasts with her hands. He took her hands in his and moved himself over her. He held her hands above her head and lowered his face to the curve of her neck and shoulder. She moaned.

He gently eased himself over her and used one hand to push her legs apart. She grabbed him with both arms wrapped around his head. He sank into her as she lifted her hips to meet him. There was a long sigh from her lips as she succumbed to his manipulation of her body. The other one had silently left thru the bathroom door. I was intent on taking in the dim outline of my wife’s beautiful body before once again she was covered by the massive frame of the male. He enveloped her in his arms, holding her steady with his hands over the top of her shoulders. He covered her mouth with his own and drove into her wet center with measured strokes delivered by a massive cock. I heard the sound of their wet bodies slapping in unison as he slid rapidly in and out of her swollen,cum lubricated pussy. He methodically drove her to another climax at the very moment I felt my own release spreading against the bare skin of my thigh.

It was summer again and a weekend at the cabin was planned. I was already anticipating more material for my world of fantasy. I knew now that I wanted more. I wanted it to happen and I wanted to be a part of it.

To be continued either here or in your own fantasies.

Plastics! That was the career advice given to young Ben Braddock by Mr. Robinson in the movie, The Graduate. We don’t know if that advice was taken but plastics certainly worked out well for my father. He developed a polymer that was used by hospitals, the military and NASA, it made him a very rich man but at age sixty he suffered a massive heart attack and died…leaving me, his only son, a very rich man.

That was ten years go, I sold the business and now my wife, Claire, and I keep busy pursuing things we most enjoy; charity work mainly in the area of habitat conservation, travel to wilderness areas and exploring our sexuality. We are not country club types and hate cocktail parties, our friends have been friends for a long time and we share sexual adventures with some of them. Claire and I are highly motivated sexually and enjoy variety both in partners and situations.

I gazed across the room watching Claire’s lovely ass bounce up and down on Derek’s erection as Penny sucked my dick. Derek and Pen have been friends for years and we had arrived in Palm Springs that morning for a few days of sexy fun. Two other friends, John and Amy were scheduled to arrive in about an hour, direct from their trip to France….but we just couldn’t wait to get started.
We’re part of a small, select group of couples who enjoy sex with each other and seek out erotic adventures. Palm Springs is an annual event for the six of us, we spend three days enjoying golf, good food and sexy fun.

Claire got off Derek’s lap and took his cock in her mouth. She is a great cocksucker and after a few minutes Derek pulled his dick away and stood up, ‘Gee, Claire you’re good, I don’t want to shoot my wad before John and Amy get here,’ he said.

Claire and Pen were sitting together on the couch, kissing and fondling each others tits as Derek and I performed oral on our wives when the phone rang. Pen picked it up, smiled and said, ‘Hi John, where are you? Okay, see you in five minutes.’ She hung up the phone and announced that they had just showered and was on their way down from their room. The afternoon passed quickly in our sexual excitement, John teamed up with Claire and Pen while Derek and I concentrated on Amy. The remaining two days were spent golfing and swimming while the evenings were reserved for sex.

John and Amy’s flight left half an hour after ours and while Claire and Amy browsed the airport shops John and I went for a beer. We found a booth, sat down and John handed me what I thought was a business card from his pocket, ‘I think this is something you and Claire will appreciate,’ he said and passed the card to me.
I noticed immediately that it wasn’t made of card at all but a sliver of what appeared to be solid gold with a series on numbers engraved on it. ‘Yep, it’s real gold,’ John said in response to my puzzled look and proceeded to explain. ‘That’s the reason we went to France, it’s the telephone number for The Chateau; very private, very exclusive, very erotic and very expensive….a place where fantasies come true….a retreat for the sexually enlightened and adventurous.’

‘Please tell more,’ he had my total attention.

John continued, ‘Have you ever fantasized about watching Claire in a special sexual situation? I’ll bet you have, well the Chateau can make that dream come true. Here’s how it works; they accept four couples at a time and during the week-long stay each fantasy plays out on a stage on consecutive nights while the other couples watch. There’s a waiting period of about four months during which time they plan and organize the fantasies but I’m sure they run a background check on you also.’

‘Sounds interesting, thanks John, I’ll talk to Claire about it,’ I said and slipped the gold wafer into my shirt pocket.

Bad weather rolled into the northeast resulting in numerous delays and we were exhausted when finally arriving home. We dumped our luggage in the foyer and went straight to bed. The following morning Claire was picking up the clothes we had left scattered about the bedroom floor and the Chateau’s calling card fell from my shirt pocket. She picked it up and after scrutinizing it brought it over to the bed where I was still lounging.

‘Ah yes, forgot about that with all the problems of getting home,’ and I told her about the Chateau.

‘Umm, I like the sound of that. Can we go?’ she said.

Now, Claire is one horny lady but not prone to making snap decisions. This must have struck a chord. She saw my surprised look and said, ‘The thought of me satisfying your wildest fantasy while other people watch is making me very wet and besides, I’ve never been to France.’

‘Let’s find out more about it you horny little slut, come here, I’m gonna’ find out just how wet you are,’ I said and pulled her on top of me.

Thierry answered the telephone and introduced himself as the Chateau’s ‘Events Director.’ He took details and, pending approval, booked the week of April 25. I was to e-mail or fax my fantasy no later than February 6 by which time my application would be finalized.

Claire and I boarded the Air France jet with a good deal of excitement for what was to come. Claire had tried to wheedle bits of information from me regarding my fantasy but it had borne no fruit. For my part, I became erect whenever I thought about it, for most of the way to France my cock stayed hard.

Clearing customs in Nice went smoothly and when we emerged into the airport concourse I spotted a man in chauffeur’s livery holding a card bearing our first names just as Thierry had advised. So far, so good, I thought as we approached the man, he smiled and said in accented English, ‘Welcome to Nice, Monsieur, Madam, my name is Maurice.’

He took our luggage and led us to a Lexus SUV. We climbed inside and before closing the door he indicated that to retain the integrity of The Chateau, the windows were blacked-out but we would be quite comfortable during our one hour journey. We would find champagne, au d’oeuvres, television, radio, magazines and assorted soft drinks for our enjoyment. With that he closed the door and our destination was only an hour away.

Fifty-four minutes later the SUV came to a halt and the door opened. We stepped out and surveyed the scene; a large, elegant chateau stood before us in immaculate grounds surrounded by lush, forested countryside. It was indeed the beautiful, secluded place John had described. We followed Maurice through the impressive front doors and he introduced us to Thierry. ‘Welcome to The Chateau, I trust you had a pleasant journey?’ he said. We answered in the affirmative and he led us into a spacious office off the main hall. He proceeded to go over the schedule, ‘As you are aware, for your stay with us you will be housed in separate parts of the Chateau and will come together only during the fantasy sessions. The first session is tomorrow evening; we may give you suggestions to enhance the erotic experience before the start of a session as we advised in our written communications. I can inform you that all couples here this week have agreed to this so there is no need for hesitation on your part. On your last evening with us there will be a banquet after which you may join the other couples in the playroom for a, shall we say, farewell party. I see that you have requested your experience be recorded by our professional staff. Only one disc will be produced and given to you before you leave, there are no copies. You will find all the information you require in the booklet on the desk in your room. One more item, all the staff here at The Chateau speak English so communication should not be a problem. Now, are there any questions?’

We couldn’t think of any at the moment so Thierry spoke briefly on the phone and within a minute there came a knock on the office door and a young couple entered the office. ‘This is Marie and Rene, they will be your escorts and guides for your stay with us,’ announced Thierry.

Introductions completed, we bid so-long to Thierry and went back to the lobby where our guides collected our luggage. ‘This is where you part company for a while,’ said Rene nodding in our direction.
Claire and I said our farewell with a hug, a kiss and a big smile and I followed Rene down a hallway to the left while Marie led Claire to the right. My guide gave me a brief history of The Chateau as we rode an elevator to my room and upon arrival handed me a key and a cell phone. ‘If you need anything at any time, day or night, press this button, I’m just a couple of minutes away. I will be back in an hour to show you around and introduce you to the other male guests, if that is alright Sir?’

‘Thank you, Rene, that will be fine,’ I replied and he left the room. It was a fine room with ornate moldings, a huge fireplace and a modern, well-equipped bathroom. I found the itinerary on the desk and thumbed through the pages. It included the first names of the guests and the fantasy schedule; Tuesday-Harlan and Angela, Wednesday-William and Liz, Thursday-Perez and Rio, Friday-Cole and Claire.

Rene returned on time and we toured the male section of the Chateau and a part of the grounds. In the lounge I met the other three male guests; Harlan was about fifty and slightly built, his accent was from somewhere in the southern United States. William looked about thirty and was in good shape and had a refined British accent. Perez was 6’ 2” with dark, Latin features and I guessed to be in his mid forties. Then there was me, who at 54 was the oldest of the foursome. It was a good mix; I wondered what fantasies they had brought to The Chateau and what their wives looked like. We engaged in small talk over drinks, no one touching on anything sexual, we were still too new to each for that and besides, I think we all wanted to wait for the actual fantasies to take place before dwelling on sex and risk arousing ourselves too much. Nevertheless, I’m sure we were all scrutinizing one another and running potential scenarios through our minds….at least I was.

I slept well and awoke refreshed at six thirty. After a swim in the indoor pool I made my way to the breakfast room and had an excellent meal with William and Perez.

Rene arrived and said he had a couple of places to show me. We made our way down a wide staircase to the lower level and along the corridor to a set of double doors that led to a large room that looked like a small movie theatre. At one end of the room there were several large sofas and love seats scattered about on an elevated area in front of large curtains. Rene disappeared through a small door to one side and the curtains parted to reveal a sizable stage. ‘This is where your fantasy will take place, Sir,’ he said. ‘The seating is situated so that the audience receives the best possible view of the proceedings and the stage revolves slowly to give the viewer a more complete experience….this way please.’
I followed my guide through a door to the right and was shown into a huge area containing a vast array of props and costumes. ‘The Chateau employs people of many talents to bring you the finest experience,’ he said with pride.

Next I was shown the banquet room and its adjacent party room with beds, couches, oversize armchairs, sex-swings and mirrors on the walls and ceiling etc. ‘You will not be required to use the stairs when you come here again, Sir, there is an elevator…I will show you.’
I thought how very professional and well organized this place was, the prices were top-drawer so I guessed they had to be first class. We hadn’t bumped into Claire or any of the other women on our tours so they must follow a strict schedule to avoid contact. After pondering the reason for this I concluded it must be to sharpen our sexual appetite for the evenings ahead. I lunched with the other male guests then we had a meeting with Thierry. He informed us that the evening would begin at seven-thirty. Silk dressing gowns would be provided for us to wear and our wives would be likewise attired. ‘It will make for ease of interacting with your partner or partners if desired, while watching the fantasies play out,’ he said.

The afternoon dragged in anticipation and after dinner I took a long, hot shower, donned the Chateau-crested, royal blue robe and made my way to the elevator. Harlan was there waiting and was visibly nervous, ‘Hi there,’ he said, ‘It’s finally arrived, I’ve had a hard-on all day just thinking about it.’

I laughed, wished him luck and told him he was not alone.

William and Perez arrived shortly after Harlan and me and each sat on a couch, a tense excitement rippled through the air. The ladies arrived; Claire looked delicious in the short, dark pink robe and I felt my cock begin to stiffen. We kissed and I asked how she was. ‘Very excited and very horny, I love this old place and the other girls are lots of fun,’ came her whispered reply.

I looked over at the others; Liz was about 35, blonde, slim with fine bone structure and shapely legs. Rio was much younger than Perez, about 25, petite, her raven-black hair reaching the mid-point of her back complimenting her sultry Latin features. Her robe was loosely tied and her full breasts were eager to burst free. They seemed too large for her small frame but were magnificent nevertheless and I hoped they were natural. She caught me gazing and ran her tongue around her lips as she rubbed her husband’s crotch then gave me a broad smile. I smiled backed and contemplated how nice it would be fucking the ass off this sweet, young thing.

Harlan was in a fidgety state as he sat alone, his excitement clearly evident in the bulge in his robe. The lights dimmed and the curtains opened revealing a stage-set resembling the inside of a barn. The sound system crackled to life and Thierry spoke, ‘The year is 1851 and the place is the Baxter Plantation, ten miles south west of Atlanta, Georgia. Angela Baxter has just returned from the city with the plantation manager following the purchase of four new slaves. Her husband, Harlan, is in Europe on business and in his absence Angela runs the operation. She has instructed the manager to feed and clean up her new acquisitions and bring them to the barn at 7:30 sharp.’

A man leads four young black men to centre stage and lines them up. They are bare-chested and bare-footed, wearing only ragged pants, they appear to be in their mid-twenties, all look fit and strong. A woman enters from the right dressed in period clothes; long, billowy dress to the floor, tight at the waist and bust. She is in her forties, about 5’ 6” tall with her dark hair in a bun; she has an ample figure without being plump and her breasts appear large in spite of their confinement. She stands in front of the men and the manager addresses her, ‘Here they are, Miss Baxter, all spruced up like you said.’

‘Yes, thank you Morgan, I want to make sure they know the rules here. You made a complete mess of it last time causing much trouble and expense and I don’t want a repeat. I will send them out to the fields when I’m finished, now leave us.’

‘Yes, Miss Baxter,’ replied Morgan and he left.

Alone with the four men, Miss Baxter walked behind them, she stopped at each one and traced her hand lightly along their back muscles before returning to face them. ‘While you are here you will be well fed and treated fairly, if you misbehave the punishment will be severe. Above all you will do as you are told without question, is that understood?’

The men shifted uneasily from one foot to another as they nodded their understanding. ‘Good, then we shall get along fine.’

She stood in front of the first man and her hand brushed across his chest, lingering briefly on his nipples before turning to the second man and repeating the process. When she had finished with the fourth man she said, ‘Now, remove your pants.’ The men hesitated and looked at one another. ‘Remember, obedience without question,’ Miss Baxter said sternly. They stood naked in front of their owner and she muttered, more to herself than the men, ‘Devlin in Atlanta was right, you are big boys.’

Angela faced the men and gazed down at their limp cocks, her mouth opened slightly as she took hold of the man on the left and began stroking him to full erection. She went down the line in similar fashion then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Four huge, fully erect, black dicks jutted out towards her, she ordered the foursome to keep themselves hard as she undressed.

It's deer season in Ohio and so it is that time of year my wife and I ride around and check out the deer camps spread through the country side. We always talk about stopping and her giving the hunters a good time, just fantasizing as we go. She has been a hot wife for six or seven years now, but has only fucked three other guys, with me watching her fuck one of them.

It is Sunday and we always go for a ride on Sundays, just cruising through the country and enjoying the day. So on this Sunday, we are riding a back road and come upon this camp with two hunters standing by a fire. There is a light snow on the ground and the temperature is in the twenties, but the sun is shining brightly.

They look and throw up a hand to wave and of course my wife flashes her wide smile and waves back. I said fuck it, let's stop. She just rolled down the window and asked if they knew where a local sportsman club was, but they said they were not from Ohio and not familiar with this particular club.

I pulled up into the lane and we got out to chat a little and see how they had done hunting, not that we cared. They were drinking beer and we had our own little mix we had been sipping on. They were maybe in their thirties, we are in our fifties but look younger and act younger. We chatted a few minutes and my wife said she was chilly and the one guy said it was warm in the camper and my wife said she would like to see the inside of it. They disappeared inside and I talked with the other hunter about things and it was like five minutes and pretty soon the camper started rocking and I could hear my wife's familiar moan.

I looked at the one hunter outside and said let's check this out. We opened the door and my wife was completely naked and on her knees. That hunter was pounding her from behind and I looked at the other guy and simply said my wife is one horny bitch. He sort of looked at me in disbelief, but I assured him this ain't the first time and it won't be the last.

We both watched her get pounded and pounded hard and she was screaming like I haven't heard in a long time and I soon found out why. When he came in her, she took it deep as she wants that cum inside of her, as much as you got. When that guy pulled out, I knew his dick was big just watching, but it was huge when it was out in the open, Maybe the biggest dick I have seen and I am sure the biggest dick my wife has fucked.

She rolled on her back with cum running down the crack of her ass and looked at the other guy and just said well, you just gonna stand there or are you gonna fuck me? He looked at me and I said have at it and so he dropped his pants and his dick was almost at complete attention, though not as big as the first one. He got down and fucked her missionary style and she had her legs up in the air and in about thirty seconds, he delivered another load of cum inside of her. She absolutely loves it when guys cum in her.

Well Big Dick's dick never did go down and he wanted more now. He asked her if she could take it up the ass and she said she would try. Now she will fuck you up the ass, but this is a different story here what with this mammoth rod going up there.

She sucked on his dick just to moisten it up and licked it up and down his shaft, cleaning her juices and his cum as she did so. She then went to her knees again and said give it to me big boy. He lined his dick up with her asshole and worked on getting it inside of her. He had to stop a couple of times and start again but when his cock finally went in about half-way, my wife let out a scream of ecstasy, not the scream of pain I thought she might release.

And he started pounding her and she screamed for more. My dick was stiff as a board so I dropped my trousers and knelt in front of her and she took my less than average dick fully in her mouth and sucked it hard as she could. I could not hold back nor did I want to and let loose a huge load into the back of her throat. Like the good cock sucker she has been in our thirty years together, she swallowed every drop. I backed away and she looked at the other hunter and said to get underneath her. He obeyed and laid on his back while she lined up his dick with her pussy. With all the cum and the stretching from Big Dick, his dick slid in easily and she was getting a double-header and loving it.

Both of them pounded on her a lot longer than the first time and soon, Big Dick started pumping faster and deeper and he began to shoot his second load deep into my wife's ass. About the time he pulled out, the other guy started cumming from below her and she pulled his ass up close to her to make sure he was in as deep as possible so she could get all his cum inside of her.

She rolled off that hunter and just laid on her back, cum running everywhere. I got some paper towels and did the wiping up myself as she was totally spent. I helped her up and she started to get dressed and one of the hunters said they always talked about something like this happening, but never really imagined it would. They were both married too, but I don't think that mattered much at the moment. My wife finally got all her clothes on and we said we had to go and they walked out with us to the truck.

As we drove home and talked, we were both so excited and could not believe we had done this after so many years of riding around talking about it. My wife was sore both front and back, but she would have done it again in a heartbeat. This was far and away, the best sex my wife has ever had and probably the most excited I have ever been. Anything else from now on will probably be a let down.

The lovely Dr. Laura Weston, who many thought looked like a young Meg Ryan, came into the examination room and found the man completely undressed and sporting a large, but flaccid penis. Even in this soft state, she estimated it at over seven inches.

She gasped a bit but it was barely noticeable, as she was, after all, a doctor, and had seen penises before, even large ones. Granted, none as large, or potentially as gigantic, as this one before her now, but she had only been in practice a short while. It was certainly true that her husband carried so such weaponry.

“What, uh, seems to be the problem here, Mr., uh, Offley.”

“Well, if you get a little closer, Doctor, you can see that my testicles are grossly swollen, and it is causing me quite a bit of discomfort.”

Dr. Weston moved closer and bent forward, peering at the man’s large round sac, the approximate size of a medium honeydew melon.
“Yes, yes, I see. Well… I suppose I have to first ask the question, how long has it been since you had a, uh, discharge?”

“It’s been about a week, since my wife went overseas for her job. She usually drained it -- that was her way of saying it -- every other day like clockwork. She’s been doing that since we were in high school together”

“Don’t you ever, uh, you know, give yourself some release?”

“No ma’am, I mean Doctor, I was brought up that such activity was strictly forbidden, and would be wrong, very wrong.”

“I see,” the Doctor said, her voice more of a throaty whisper, as she bent in closer to assess the problem. Now on one knee, she reached out her small hand and asked Mr. Offley if she could inspect it through touching.

“I suppose, if you must, but just that. No licking or tonguing it, because that would be wrong, so very wrong.”

Taken aback by this comment, but also somewhat aroused by it, the blonde doctor moved even closer and cupped the pendulous bag in her overmatched palm, jiggling it slowly.

“My goodness, you must have 10 pounds of fluid in there.”

“I reckon, but I never have weighed the thing.”

Laura found her professional demeanor wilting now, as she took in the manly musk emanating from the region she was diagnosing. Moving her mouth to within an inch of the slowly growing anaconda jutting from the man’s groin, she breathed warmly on his penis, a slight bit of drool now falling from her open lips.

“Alright, I see where this is headed, Doctor. I suppose you can lick it a bit, but absolutely no sucking it into your mouth. That would be wrong, very wrong, me being a married man and all.”
Without a thought to the contrary, Laura dropped to a full kneeling position and began to run her magically adept tongue around the plum-sized head of Jack’s quickly growing cock, moving then to the long (and getting longer by the moment), thickly-veined shaft.

Jack groaned his arousal and put his large, calloused hands on the doctor’s shoulders, atop her cascading blonde hair.

“Okay, alright, you can suck the head only, but no tongue, and no making happy cooing sounds of appreciative pleasure. Because, well, you know, that would be wrong.” These last four words were simultaneously spoken, or rather mumbled, by the petite blonde, as she already had the entire massive head of Jack’s now fully grown cock in her saliva-filled mouth.

“My, you do that so well. It would be cruel of me to withhold from you the enjoyment of your little feast, so, yes, you may use your tongue, and make any sounds you wish, but you’re to suckle only the head, and perhaps an inch or two of the shaft, as reward for your expert medical attention and, if I do say so, exquisite lips.”

He continued speaking, albeit somewhat breathlessly, as the kneeling doctor slurped wetly at his vermillion colored penis. “But you can’t reach your hand into your panties, which from the aroma I’m smelling is suffused with your girl juice, and spread apart those quivering petals and rub your wet clit. No, no, that would be wrong and so terribly dirty, and we shouldn’t even mention such things.”
Laura made a little whining sound, shrill and begging, which she then repeated over and over. The vibration of this resonated on Jack’s mighty member, right into those overloaded balls.

“Alright, then, if you must, you must. Reach in there and do what you want to your little honeypot.”

Laura’s sounds soon took on a loud urgency, as her fingers did their deed, and she took her O-stretched mouth off the cock for a second to scream out her orgasmic joy.

“Well then, you probably needed that, and what I need now is a proper sucking, young lady. Do anything and everything you can. I must unload this burden from my balls!”

Within seconds she was giving him an extremely expert blowjob, probably the best in his life. Jack had his hands on her head and was rocking her back on forth at a regular pace, not too fast, which allowed her to wiggle her tongue along the underside as she worked. When she was back up to only having the head in her mouth, he would give her a few seconds to suckle it, her titillating moans filling his ears.

Jack then released her head from his grip, placing his hands on the counter behind him. Doctor Laura continued to move her head at the same rhythmic pace, back and forth, back and forth, slobbering and drooling as she went. She delighted at the taste of him, and fell under the ancient spell of fellatio, the ritual subservience of a true woman for a real man.

The large head of his raging cock pushed repeatedly against her throat opening and dangling tonsil, but it was apparently too engorged to fit through the aperture. He continued to saw back and forth in this manner for a few more moments until, catching him a bit by surprise, the lithe blonde reached both her hands up to his firm butt cheeks and pulled him forcefully forward.

The gargantuan cock plunged it’s way two or three inches into her relatively small throat. Laura pushed it back out several inches, then wasted no time in pulling him forward again, this time swanning her neck and head down at the same time. She received a full four inches into her throat, the entire head and an inch or so of the shaft.

Letting out a mewling sound, half from increased excitement and half from self-congratulation, the young doctor began to seriously suck her rugged patient’s fully burgeoned manhood. Jack thrust his pelvis forward in time with her rhythm, punching it into her throat with abandon. Laura gagged a few times but gamely continued, at this point just a wanton slave to her fully incited passion.

Meanwhile, from across the room, Dr. Weston’s assistant, who had been peering through the door, now entered and approached the couple. This was Sheila, Laura’s beautiful nineteen-year old stepdaughter, who was spending the summer “helping out” in the office. Dr. Laura always used air quotes when she referred to the bratty and daydreamy Shiela’s stint at her office.

Laura felt hands on her shoulders, unsure of who they belonged to. Could it be one of the other doctors? But she didn’t care, such was her fever to get the job done. Come hell or high water, she was determined to fill her belly with her richly deserved cum-drink. And, of course, to relieve her patient of his medical problem, his testicular majorible extendicus.

Then she heard Sheila’s softly encouraging voice, husky with her own excitement at the scene taking place in front of her. “You go, Mom, you suck that big cock.”

“Wow,” thought Laura, “that’s the first time she ever called me Mom.”
At that moment, Laura’s friskily working tongue felt a telltale spasm and she knew she was soon to have a creamy load to swallow. “M-m-m-mmm”, she hummed, extra loud, begging for it. The spirited attitude and added vibration were exactly what Jack needed to push him over the brink into ecstasy.

ack’s first squirt was only a pre-cum prelude, but came out as a hot jolt on Laura’s wiggling tongue. It was unusually tart but with a sweet aftertaste, and the horny doctor devoured it with a carnal grunt.
The first real spurt of Jack’s orgasm filled her mouth with at least a quarter pint of hot, salty man-juice. Doctor Laura moaned in bliss and ravenously swallowed his delicious eruption. She again reached both hands up to his flexed ass, digging her nails in as she pulled his exploding lance far into her thirsty throat.

Like a compression hose on high, shooting out a cream so thick it was gel-like, Jack filled her throat with successive bursts, each fusillade helping push down the previous one. As the muscular man shot out wad after wad, he bellowed thunderously. Laura worked her little tongue along the undershaft just above his emptying balls, the roundness of which she now cupped and caressed as they unleashed several ounces into her welcoming maw.

The young blonde gulped and guzzled, gulped and guzzled, her throat muscles working to capacity to handle the saved-up jizz of Jack Offley. Their eyes met and locked and stayed that way for the duration, which lasted well over a minute.

Laura suddenly seized up herself, another orgasm ripping through her like an earthquake, shaking her to her very core. This happened without her hands on herself, but she quickly reached down and remedied that, nursing her soaked pussy through its happy pulsings.

Finally, the molten bursts slowed, and the creamy discharge became a trickle. Laura pulled off his cock with a pop, leaving her mouth open to receive the last dribblings on her outstreched tongue. Fully satisfied, her tummy quite full, and quite warm, she gave the fat tip a grateful kiss. Laura let out a little burp, rife with the strong scent of his cum, and giggled like the naughty young woman she had just proven herself to be.

Jack stood leaning back against the counter, his eyes closed, breathing in slow gasps. Laura went to her side on the floor, and rolled onto her back. Sheila aggressively took her place on her knees, her stepmother looking over in momentary shock and disbelief.

Looking down, Offley saw the delicate strawberry blonde who was panting hotly just inches from his half-hard cock, still coated with white drippings mixed with the saliva of the talented mother.

Jack thought Sheila resembled a smaller and sluttierr version of Taylor Swift, but with less buck teeth (and, in all likelihood, a better singing voice).

Sheila had broken up with her boyfriend Axl a few weeks prior, and she sorely missed his 10-inch cock. She was determined to not let this one get away without it servicing all three of her needy holes.

“I told Mrs. Summersby to come back tomorrow, so we don’t have any patients until after lunch at 2, almost 3 hours. So it looks like we’ll be eating in today, Mother dear.”

Doctor Laura sat up and burped again, causing her and Sheila to giggle together. It felt so good to be doing something with her usually hostile stepdaughter, and Laura had a newfound sense of appreciation for the sassy young lady.

Sheila murmured happily and began licking the gooey strands left over on Jack’s big cock, now throbbing and growing anew. “Okay, young lady. You may lick it if you like, but just that. Anything else would be very wrong.”

Glancing up at him, the voracious teen said, “Okay, big guy, I know the drill. Yada yada, skip ahead, skip ahead, lick, suck, stuff it down my throat.” And with that she took the entire nine inches of half-hard man meat into her mouth and pulled it to the hilt. Sticking her tongue out to lick the top of the happily impressed Jack’s balls, she moved her head slightly from side to side, humming contentedly.

The dick grew in her mouth and throat, reaching its steel-rod fullness in a matter of seconds. The sexy teen pulled her head back slowly, but suddenly stopped, stymied by the size of the bulbous head not easily fitting back through her throat opening. She looked up at Jack with beseeching blue eyes and he, seeing the problem, took hold of her head with both hands and roughly yanked it free.

Sheila extricated herself the rest of the way off his again-mighty cock, took a deep breath, and put her pink-painted lips to work on the spongy mushroom cap, purring softly as her good fortune. Jack chest heaved with renewed vigor as he watched her tiny tongue darting out to capture some still-oozing cream.

Soon Sheila was feasting on the full thirteen inches, deep-throating him repeatedly and squeezing his still robust scrotum just as her stepmother had done. Laura gave Sheila a little pat on her back, stood up, and began to peel off her clothes, starting with her sweat-stained, drool-covered blouse. Listening to the sweet suctioning sounds filling the room, young Doctor Laura smiled and locked the door.

This really happened to me when I was about 35 years old and around the mid 80's divorced and living on my own. I was driving taxis in the southwest of Sydney and had been for about 10 years and work normally Tuesday to Saturday nights. Anyway, one late afternoon I picked up a fare, she was about 50 year of age ... 5'9"/160lbs ... (175cm/75 kgs). She was a very pleasant woman with shoulder length blonde hair, nice face and body, and wearing a white t-shirt, which showed her 40D breasts better than some of the younger woman, and a reasonably tight pair of jeans.

During our conversation we started talking about how lonely she was. I said to her, "If you ever need someone to talk to I would be happy to."

As we got to her place she said that her name was Denise and I gave her mine. I gave her my phone numbers and said, "If you want to, call me anytime." As she walked up her drive I thought if only I could. My cock started to grow but and I thought I would not hear from her again.

Then about one month later I was out working and the radio operator called me and asked if I could call into the depot as he had a private message for me (he was not allowed to pass private messages over the 2 way radio). Later that night I called into the depot to pick up the message. He said, "Someone by the name of Denise called and said for you to give her a call," and handed me her phone number.

The next day I called her about 10am. I do remember it was a Wednesday. We talked for about 30mins when she said, "How would you like to meet me of a coffee?" I said, "I have a better idea, how would you like to come to my place for that coffee?" To which she agreed, but she said she would have trouble getting there, as she did not have car. I said "Don't worry I will get a cab to pick you up and I will pay for it." As it turns out, it was the owner of the cab that I drive for. He told her, "As it was for me don't worry about the fare."

It was about 11am ... there was a knock at the door. It was Denise and I invited her in and made coffee. We talked about anything and everything but nothing happened sexually that day. At that time she told me that she did not go out that much and that she pissed her husband off about 3 years ago and had not been involved with another man since. Time flew by and it was time to leave for work. I then called a cab and took her home. She said that she enjoyed my company.

I said, "So did I." I asked her, "Would you be interested in going out for dinner?"
She said she would like that. We made arrangements for Sunday. I said, "I will pick you up at 5pm."

I did talk to her on the phone Friday and she said that she was looking forward to our outing on Sunday. I said, "You pick the restaurant, and then after we could leave the rest of the night to go where ever you want or we could go back to my place." At first I thought she would ask why back to your place but I think she knew what would be in store for her she said, "That sounds great." So it was settled.

SUNDAY

I arrived at Denise's place around 5pm and she greeted me with a warm hello and a kiss on the cheek. She was still in her short pink silk robe and said, "Come in. I'm still getting ready. I won't be long. Would you like a coffee while you wait?"

"Yes. I would love one." And while we were in the kitchen she said, "Instead of going to a restaurant, what if we went to the club instead? There is a band there tonight and they are real good." I said "if that is what you want". As you have not been out for a while, I thought you could be the one to decide what we do tonight. It's your night." She thanked me as she handed me the coffee and went back to finish getting ready.

As I watched her disappear into the bedroom, I noticed there was a mirror on the wall that looked directly into her bedroom. She left the door open and the vision I saw, nearly caused me to blow my load. She took her robe off. She had on a white lacy strapless bra, which covered just under her nipples and very sheer white panties. She sprayed some perfume behind her ears, between the top of her panties, her navel and her boobs. I thought for a 50-year-old woman her body was magnificent. She had all the right curves in all the right places and just a hint of tummy fat. I would say from having her children. Then I saw her putting on a light strapless cotton floral dress that tied up around her neck. She came out to the kitchen holding the ties up over the head and said, "Can you tie this up for me?" As I tied them up she asked, "Will I do?"

I said, "Will you do is an understatement. You look absolutely gorgeous. You look and smell that good I could eat you." When I said that she put her arms around me, kissed and pressed her body into mine and her 40D tits hard against my chest. This caused an immediate reaction. I grew and I knew that she could feel my erection pressing into her. Reaching down she rubbed the now raging hard on saying, "You naughty boy!" as I pressed even harder against her. With her other hand giving me a slap on the arse, I said, "Now look who's talking? You're the naughty one." And I gave her a slap on the bum in return.

As I stood back to admire her beauty again I noticed that the front of her dress was wet with her juices. I thought her panties must be saturated as you could even see the front of her dress wet and I knew I could not leave her in this way. Looking into her eyes, I kissed her and my mouth followed the contours of her neck. My hand ran over her covered tits until it traced her left nipple. My hand enjoyed the sensation of the hardened nipple and the softness of her tits. Undoing the thin straps from around her neck, I pulled the top of her dress down and there looking straight at me just above her bra were pink nipples just waiting to be popped into my mouth.

As soon as my lips touched her, the hardened bud she responded with a moaning sound. I moved my hands around her back to undo her bra and dropped it to the floor, while she grabbed the back of my head pulling me down onto her hard aching nipple. I sucked on it, devouring one nipple then the other.

I grasped both sides of her panties. She moved her legs slightly apart, allowing me to slide them down as she spreads her thighs, showing me her neatly trimmed and waxed pussy for the first time. I could feel her getting weak at the knees as she started to buckle under and I moved her to the lounge. She said, "Now that you have seen me in all my glory I want to see you."

I was out of my clothes in less than 30 seconds and as soon as she saw my cock she moved closer to reach out and, stroked my cock with her hand, and with her tongue slowly licked her way up my shaft to the top as if it was a lollipop and then pulling back the foreskin of my 7" uncut manhood. She covered just the tip with her mouth flicking her tongue across the top and then with one swift movement dropped her mouth down hard onto it taking me all the way down to my balls. I gasped in sheer delight every time she went down. I could feel her lips pressing tightly against my cock and as she withdrew. I could feel her teeth lightly up against the glands of my rock hard shaft. She gagged as I hit it against the back of her throat. Reluctantly I pulled out of her mouth not wanting to cum.

As I eased her down onto the floor, she spread her legs wide and I kissed her lips. I moved down to her big tits sucking hard on a ridged nipple, and with my fingers squeezing the other, kissing her all the way down to her glory hole. I found her love stick. I gently nipped at it, which causes spontaneous shivers of delight to travel to all her nerves. She said, "That's it. Lick it take it in that's what I need."

She raised her hips up allowing me to reach under and I lifted her butt off the floor inserting a finger into her rear hole. Once again it caused her to cry out loud, "Oooohhhh Fuck! That feels good." My finger pushed in hard adding to her excitement. "Mmmmm," she said.

With my mouth still lapping at her wetness and I could smell the perfumed fragrance between her legs that she had sprayed earlier and I admired the silky softness of her pussy. She jumped when she felt my tongue as it plunged deep inside her. I felt the velvet texture of her wet cavity. The wetness and smell of the perfumed fragrance. My tongue deep inside her. All sent both of us wild. I craved to have her mouth around my rock hard cock once more while I licked her sweet hole.

We move round into a 69 position. She was flat on her back and I hovered over her wet pussy so my tongue could work on her engorged clit while she once again did her magic on my steel rod. As I fucked her mouth my tongue hit the spot that made her shudder violently, crying out in sheer ecstasy. This forced her to push her hips up hard against my tongue as it buried deep into her wet tight hole and in a few minutes she started thrashing about pushing up even harder onto my tongue. I had difficulty keeping it in, working on the prize as her body began to shake wildly and uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms tore hard through her sweat soaked body.

The inner muscles of her jaws locked down hard onto my now aching cock, wanting to feel its release. Devouring me like a vacuum she sucked harder and faster then she had done earlier. This time with a lot more force, as I felt my cock pulsating in her mouth I injected load after load of hot goo straight in to her waiting mouth. Shot after shot flew into her mouth. Not wanting to miss single drop she took it all, gagging as it went down her throat.

My cock was still hard I moved and sat on the lounge. She straddled me with her feet on either side of my thighs and lowered herself down just so the tip of my cock was at the entrance of her pussy. She reached down and grabbed it and started to slowly rub my cockhead around her opening. Then she slowly moved up and down on the head of my cock. With each downward movement it went in a little further at a time and when it was buried deep down inside her, her hips moved faster and faster and heavier with long and deep strokes. With a wicked grin, she smiled at me as I leant forward and began to suck on her nipples, intermittently biting them, keeping her on that fine line between gratification and pain, as she impaled herself hard down on my cock. Faster and faster she rode, her body powerless as the muscles contracted round my shaft sending me close to stupor, but I longed to fuck her doggie.

When I finally got her into the doggy position, I held her hips, as my cock explored between her legs. She was so wet and breathing heavily. My cock, lightly and teasingly rubbing against her clit. I leaned her forward and cupped her tits in each hand and pinched the nipples. As my cock ripped into the satin folds of her inner lips, she squirmed as I drove it in deep hard she said, "Oh Goddddd damn, this is soooo good. Mmmmmm I wanted this to last ... damn. Oh fuck now, now. Oh fuck me hard now!"

She screamed out my name. She added, "Fuck me harder, harder." She really begged for it. It took only minutes and her whole body stiffened as she started to let go of a huge orgasm. With my cock still inside her, I could feel her juices running out. She said, "Give me a second." As she moved forward allowing my cock to drop out, and with one more thrust my cock found her back door and she jumped in sheer pain and agony. I stopped moving and left it there.

As her pain is began to subside, she really started to enjoy my cock in her rectum as I slowly pushed in further into her virgin arse a little at a time. My cock pushed in once more. I was in right to my balls and slapping against her pussy. She couldn't believe how good it felt and as my cock drilled her back hole. I felt my balls tighten. My legs felt like jelly but I had to go in deeper and harder. I felt another load coming up from my balls I was going to blow this hot load right into her rear canal.