Siene was his roommate's girlfriend so she was off-limits. But Caden had wanted her ever since he'd moved in several months ago. He'd tried to put her out of his mind but things had only gotten worse.

A month ago he walked in on her in the bathroom as she was stepping out of the shower.

“Oh!” She jumped with surprise and grabbed for a towel, but not before he'd run his eyes down the length of her body, noting the water droplets dripping from her erect nipples and the soft curve of her pussy as it disappeared between her legs, barely hidden by neatly trimmed curls of hair.

He slowly drew his eyes back up her body until his gaze met hers. Caden could see the alarm in her eyes but there was something else, too. Was it excitement? She gripped the towel modestly against her body but he thought maybe she was secretly pleased that he'd gotten a good look.

Caden stared at her with a provocative expression, making no move to leave.

"I have to get dressed," she said, shifting nervously in the small space.

Caden pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered.

Then reaching out, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand against his jeans. He let out a little sigh of pleasure as he pressed her palm firmly against his throbbing erection.

Her eyes grew large and she glanced at Caden, her face a mixture of uncertainty and surprise. A second later Siene pulled her hand away and looked down at the floor.

"I - I really have to get ready. Anthony's going to be home any minute."

She refused to meet his gaze again so he stepped to the side and she hurried out the door, her half-naked body pressing against his as she brushed past him.

He watched her scamper into Anthony's bedroom, her towel falling open in the back, revealing her perfectly shaped ass for a few blissful moments before the door shut behind her.

He leaned against the bathroom doorway and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock. He stroked himself as he thought of her naked, wet body.

Caden was so turned on by their brief encounter that he climaxed in record time. When his cock erupted with hot cum, he pictured it spurting all over her pretty face.

He paused outside the shut bedroom door, hoping that perhaps Siene would open it and catch him holding his stiff cock, slick with cum. Just the thought of her seeing him in that condition kept him hard.

But she didn't emerge so Caden cleaned himself off in the bathroom and then retreated back to his own room. And not a moment too soon, either. Anthony's footsteps sounded in the hallway just a minute later.

For days he worried that she'd tell Anthony about the incident and he berated himself for being so bold. It had been a very risky move. But the days went by and Anthony never brought it up, so he guessed that Siene didn’t betray him. Life continued as normal.

Nearly every night Caden laid in the dark, masturbating to fantasies he created about her. Sometimes he imagined that he walked into the bathroom a few minutes sooner. He imagined slipping into the shower with her, running his hands over her wet body as he fucked her under the warm water.

Other times he fantasized that Siene had crept into his bedroom at night after Anthony was asleep, crawling under the covers with him. He imagined waking up just as she was penetrating herself on his hard cock, sliding it into her tight pussy. He pictured her big, firm tits rubbing against his chest as she rode him to orgasm.

He was finding it harder and harder to be around her when she visited Anthony at the apartment. Just laying eyes on her for a few seconds gave him a raging hard on. He was in agony. And he could tell that Siene knew he desired her. He'd caught her staring at him several times when she thought he wasn't looking.

Then last week he'd woken up thirsty in the middle of the night and was making his way through the dark to get some water from the kitchen when he heard noises coming from the living room. He'd quietly stepped back into the shadows.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness Caden could see Anthony sitting naked on the couch. Siene was standing in front of him, wearing a short skirt and a tight sweater.

The moonlight was casting a soft glow through the window in the living room but Caden was safely hidden in the shadows of the foyer. He watched as Anthony reached his hands under Siene's skirt and pulled her panties off, sliding them down her legs and tossing them onto the floor.

He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him. Anthony's cock was standing at attention beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt and rubbed his dick against her pussy, rocking back and forth, her clit sliding against the head of his cock. She moaned with pleasure.

Caden's own cock grew rock hard watching Siene pleasure herself. He'd never witnessed her being so free and open with her body. It was an incredible turn on.

Anthony pushed her sweater up over her breasts and Caden could see well enough to make out the lacy design of her bra. As Siene continued to rub her clit against his cock, Anthony gently pushed the fabric to the side and slipped his hands under her breasts and teased them away from the confines of the bra, leaving them exposed and framed by the black lace.

He fondled her breasts as he watched Siene masturbate on his cock. "Oh, yeah, rub your pussy on my dick."

Caden couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled his erect cock out of his pajamas and began stroking his hand up and down the thick shaft, staring at Siene as she rubbed her pretty pussy all over Anthony's hard dick, her beautiful tits exposed to the moonlight.

Anthony ran his hands through Siene's hair and pulled her face down to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He slid his hands over her body and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her skirt, giving Caden a perfect view.

Anthony gently pushed Siene onto his stiff cock. She gasped as he entered her and let out a moan as his full girth penetrated her. Her ass came to rest against his balls, every inch of his cock stuffed inside her pussy. She moved her hips and began to ride him but he grabbed her firmly by the waist and stopped her movement.

"Not yet," he said wickedly, watching waves of pleasure wash over her face. "You like my big cock up your tight little pussy, don't you?" he asked, tracing his fingers around her erect nipples.

"Yes," she said, her breath coming in little gasps, "I want to fuck your big cock."

She wiggled her hips against him and he sighed with pleasure, but held firmly to her waist. She strained against him and moaned. "Oh, please,” she begged, “let me fuck your cock.”

Caden nearly came at the sound of Siene's dirty talk. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. She was so erotic. He wished that it was his cock in her pussy, making her beg to be fucked. Caden didn't know how Anthony was handling it. He couldn't have held back this long, not with Siene. He would have been pumping loads of hot cum inside her already.

Anthony kissed Siene's neck, his eyes full of lust. "I’m gonna fuck your little pussy, but first I want to make you cum all over my cock."

He ran his fingers along the folds of her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit. Then he licked her nipples, sucking one and then the other into his mouth until they were rock hard. She squirmed on his lap, grinding her ass in little circles against Anthony's thumb.

Caden watched as she climaxed on top of his cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy, moaning loudly. "Oh, yes! Fuck!"

Siene gasped as her body trembled with orgasm and she bucked against him, her thighs shaking. Anthony groaned with pleasure as she writhed in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her.

He slowly began to move her against him, his hands on her ass, guiding her movements. She moaned heavily as he worked his cock in and out of her.

Caden could see that Siene was enjoying every little sensation of being fucked. Anthony began thrusting into her hard and fast, meeting her movements halfway.

"Yes, oh . . . yes, fuck me," she cried.

She rested her hands against the back of the couch, bringing her tits against his face. Anthony sucked on her nipples, flicking his tongue against her as he pushed her hips back and forth over his lap, impaling her pussy on his cock again and again.

Caden could see how wet her pussy was, her creamy juice running down Anthony’s balls, making a wet spot on the couch. He longed to taste her, to work his tongue into her secret folds and suck her clit until she came in his mouth. Given the chance he’d lick her clean after Anthony finished with her, he’d never been so turned on. Watching Siene take Anthony’s big cock up her pussy was so fucking hot.

"Oh, god, your pussy is so tight," Anthony gasped as he drove his cock into her.

He spread Siene's smooth ass cheeks and rubbed a wet finger over her asshole. Siene responded with ecstatic groans of pleasure. Anthony pushed firmly against her tiny hole and his finger slid inside her ass.

"You like my finger in your ass, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" she moaned, bucking her hips back against his hand.

Anthony pushed his finger in deeper as he continued to fuck Siene's pussy with his hard cock. This sent her over the edge and she exploded with pleasure, her body shaking.

Watching Siene cum a second time was too much for Caden and he orgasmed there in the shadows, stifling gasps of pleasure as hot cum squirted out of his cock.

Apparently it was all Anthony could take, too. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, baby!"

He gripped Siene's hips and thrust deeply inside her. "I'm cumming inside your hot pussy!"
He stiffened against the couch and Siene took over, riding his cock as he shot his load deep inside her.

“Oh, god, yeah,” he moaned as he pumped the last of his cum into her pussy.

Anthony wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her. She collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest. Their bodies glistened with sweat and they breathed heavily in post-coital bliss.

Caden quickly pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe off his hand and then the wall, where ropes of his thick, white cum had landed. Then he tiptoed back to his room.

As he crawled back into bed, he realized that he hadn't gotten the glass of water he'd gone after. Oh well, he thought. Watching Siene get her pussy fucked and her asshole fingered was definitely worth being thirsty.

Now that he knew she loved sex and acted like a dirty little slut, he was even more eager to fuck her. It had become very clear that he had to have her, one way or another...

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Angela was pretty satisfied with the few exhibitionist assignments that her husband, Jim gave her. Firstly exhibit and had sex with his bowling mates, then pretending to be a prostitute and had sex with 8 men in the same night. It all started by being a exhibitionist, wanting to show off her beautiful body to strangers, graduated to having sex to strangers now. She has no regret, and even like the new husband persona.

Sex with Jim was much more heated. They will talk about the experiences and had hot sex immediately. Orgasm was fantastic.

One morning, Jim suggested to Angela, why don't we try something in your office, darling! Angela retorted, 'What!'

Why don't we do this. Initially, why don't you wear your panties in the office. Take it off in your boss office, and leave it somewhere in his drawer and hope he doesn't find out. Then retrieve it the next morning. Do the same thing with your bra the next day.

So, she did that. Why everybody around her area was out for lunch. She slipped into the boss room. Took of her panty off. She noticed that her panty was wet, soaked with excitement, thinking of this the whole morning and waiting for the right opportunity to do it. Left it in the bottom desk drawer that his boss rarely opens, and hoping his boss will not open it.

Next day, she went to the boss drawer and found her panty in there. The wet stain in the panty is still there. Strage, it should have been dried by now. But Phew...! It is still there. That excites her further, as she got away with leaving the panty in the boss drawer and he didn't find out.

So, now she became more brazen. She slowly took off her dress and bra. While topless, slowly find a place where she can hide her bra.
She left it in the boss clothes cabinet where he hangs his jacket. Tugged away in the corner.

She was walking around without her bra. Her breasts were bobbing up and down while she was walking. Every hot blooded male in the office noticed that. She intentionally remove the two top buttons to make it more obvious. Her boss who is about 54, bald, short and a bit chubby, came in after lunch, probably saw her nipples while she was bending down doing her work. He took a second quick glance, and Angela noticed that. He locked his office door.

Angela talked to herself..He probably locked himself in the room to relief himself, after seeing Angela's nipples.

It was late, and Angela was about to go home. Jim rang at 5:30pm. Darling, I want you to stay late today, so as you can play with yourself in the boss office, when no one is around. Angela thought about it...normally the cleaners are only in at 5:00am in the morning...so no one will be around...it would be exciting...and my boss will probably be able to have a scent of my love juice when he comes into his office the next morning. It would be interesting.

Angela said yes, I will do it. She waited and waited. One colleage left after another. Her boss was last to leave. The boss on his way out, working late tonight, Angela. You normally don't. Yes, I have something to finish for Karen. Ok then, see you tomorrow morning, Angela. See you, Angela replied.

She was all wet and ready by then. Her panty was soaked with her juice. She was also secretly playing with herself while waiting for everybody to go home. Her fingers were wet with her juice too. Luckily the boss didn't see that.

She waited a further 10 minutes to make sure the Boss did not accidentally forgot something and return to the office.

The coast was clear. She started stripping at her dress. Put her clothes neatly in a pile. She slowly walked around naked, imagining that somebody will come in the door and saw her. She got wetter and wetter by the minute...and that is not her sweat.

She went to her boss desk. Gently lie down and playing with herself. She took the boss expensive ball point pen, and start inserting into her shaved pussy. In and out...moaning...her juice dripping into the desk..she said, I will have to clean it up when I am finished, or else I will be in trouble.

It was a erotic sight, A tall beautiful blonde, wearing only sexy high heels, masturbating herself on the boss table. No wonder Angela was getting excited...after all she is not only an exhibitionist but a voyeurist.

She was vigorous using the pen as a dildo while moaning about to climax. Suddenly, her boss door swung open. There was the boss standing at the door. His short pudgy image looking at a sexy girl on his table masturbating herself. What do you thing you are doing, Angela? He asked...and don't answer...

He moved toward Angela, and noticed what Angela was using to masturbate herself. Now Angela got up, and the pen slipped to the floor. She tried to hide her modesty...with one hand covering her pussy, the other trying to cover without success her breasts. I am sorry Mr. Philip, I won't do it again.

It was stone silence for at least two minutes....Mr. Philip was staring at Angela...perving rather. Angela was looking around the room trying not to look him in the eye.

Suddenly, Mr. Philip says, I knew something was up, when I found a panty in my drawer. I noticed it was stain too. It couldn't be my wife, as she will not wear a G string for me. Angela wanted to leave his office to get her clothes, but the boss held her back saying that he wants to say something before she does that.

He continued, I was rather excited, in fact, I smell the scent of the panty, and it has the love juice smell but also perfume similar to what you are wearing. I deduce it could be you. In fact, I stroke by dick with you panty, hence a bit of stain was left there. Sorry!

Then this afternoon, I noticed you didn't wear a bra...I am pretty sharp cos I remember you wore a black bra in the morning. I notice this things...especially an attractive girl like you. Even saw you nipples. So I went back to the office and searched and found your bra in the clothing cabinet.

You can leave now...or why don't I help you finish what you are doing in the office if you like. I will not stop you either way. But remember if you do the later, I will forget all about this, as I have a wife to go back too. So do you, to Jim.

How about it Angela. Angela looks at the boss, he was old, wrinkly, short and pudgy...wish he was young and handsome, then I would have offered myself to him without hesitation.

But...Angela has not alternative. If she doesn't allow the boss to play with her, then she might be deeper trouble. Sigh...she has to surrender herself.

Without saying a word, she sat on his desk..and opened her legs wide to show him everything. Then she started playing with herself. Pinching her breasts, then fingering her clit...slowly inserting two fingers into her lovely shaved pussy. She can see something stirring in the boss pants. It looks quite huge too.

He slowly came close to Angela and start sucking her breasts. Licking her nipples and all over. He is old but so...experience, Angela thought. Hmmmm....then he moved downward licking away the juices that are flowing from Angela's pussy. All Angela could see was the boss bald head, his tongue was busy licking up her juices.

He was good...his tongue was deep in her licking away for at least ten minutes...making her having an orgasm. By now, Angela was too horny to worry about his looks. He unzipped her pants...his cock was ten inch long...and pretty thick. Not bad for a bald, short man.
It was so tempting, Angela went down on him sucking away. He retorted, my wife wouldn't do this to me. She even complains my cock is too big for her pussy. I don't blame her, Angela said between mouthful of his dick. She could taste his pre come.

He was horny as hell by now. He pushes Angela onto his desk, esposing her behind. Pushed his erected cock into her pussy. It was difficult initially, considering how huge it is. But after a few hard push, all you can see is his balls. He start hammering into her rapidly. She was screaming with pleasure...please don't stop....I am coming, she screamed.

She came again, and just lie in the same position trying to catch her breath. He withraws his cock and shoved into her anus slowly. It was something she learned to like from previous experiences. Oh god....she exclaimed! The strokes start slowly and then picked up pace...every stroke ends with the sound of flesh clashing with each other. She orgasmed twice. He stopped and withdraw his cock, spurting everywhere on her.

He then lead her head to suck the come that is left on his cock. It was good for both of them.

They cleaned the place, dressed up. The boss finally spoke to Angela. This will be the last time we will speak about tonight, and go home to our spouses, not realising Jim was the one that put Angela up to it.

However, I would expect you to leave a used panty in the drawer every month...I will need it to masturbate myself...I am more than happy to increase your salary to compensate you.

What a bonus, Angela thought. She said yes and both went home.

She told Jim about it, and they fucked all night.

Next morning, Mr Philip walked pass Angela. Good morning Angela, the boss greeted her. And straight into his office without a hint of anything that happened that night. It was the same everyday, as if nothing happened. At the same date next month, Angela took off her panty that she wore in the morning and left it in her boss drawer as agreed..god knows what he does with it. But she got a higher pay rise than anybody else in the office.

Rachel was staring down ward at the floor, through the fake window looking into the movie set thinking, “This is where I will be revealing myself as well as my private parts for people ‘strangers…’ to look at. Fondling another woman and being fondled by another woman are experiences I have never really thought about, and now my god I will be doing both in front of a group, maybe hundreds of people looking on and bidding as if I were a car, or a house, or a piece of meat on the butchers block up for grabs.” A shudder raced through her as Starr walked around the corner with some papers in her hand.

“Hey Rachel you look really worried, well if you didn’t you probably wouldn’t be here.” Starr comforted and started massaging her shoulders as she stepped behind Rachel and then consoled, “Just think Rachel you will be doing what you want to do with me and getting paid for it.”

“I’m so scared I’m shaking.” She held up her trembling hand as proof.

“I remember this part of the wait.” Starr warmly acknowledged and gave a tender kiss to Rachel’s ear and then admitted, “At every little bump or clank I was ready to dash for the door as if my life depended on it,” and started combing her hair with her fingers then assured, “The clients are going to want to see some uncertainty in your actions hear some hesitations in your voice, just remember it is okay to have a good time and get paid for it! I survived it and I still look good!”

“Yea you do. You don’t look like a whore you are beautiful. I don’t want to look like a whore.” She firmly pointed out adding, “I’ve seen some of the street walkers, and they look so hard.”

“That’s because they live a hard life, work with Leon and you won’t. I was young like you when my parents split and I didn’t want to stay at home. That’s when I met Leo, now that is far behind me, and now I have my own home with all the trimmings, a car, a boyfriend, and I am still working with Leon. You’ll do fine.” Starr consoled as she continued running her fingers through Rachel’s hair.

“Oh Starr tell me about one of your bad ones, I know it hasn’t all been milk and honey.” Rachel asked as she continued to stare at the bed and chair in the set through the window.

“It was my last contract and I picked the wrong one of the top ten bidders. I call her the ‘dildo diaper lady,’ ole Leon fixed her though; she has a flag next to her name now. That means the couple must list every little thing they want to do and what they expect to have done on the contract, in the black and white…! On… paper!”

“I see you are still a little tweaked by it, tell me a about it please!” She urged Rachel’s mood was starting to warm up.

“Hell I had to potty in diapers like an infant and wait for her to change me. It was weeks before I was allowed to go to the bathroom like an adult and then only a few times, and weeks between the times that she would pleasure me. I would mess in my diapers and she would change me. No! Hell no! I couldn’t tell her either I had to wait for her to stick her finger through the elastic leggings of the rubber pants or down my back. Then she would act surprise and say ‘oh…!’ the baby is wet or ‘oh…!’ the baby went poop!” Starr had wrinkles between her eyes and her face looked almost angry as she recalled the events for Rachel.
Rachel laughed out loud then Starr joined in. They sat on the couch in the staged set. “Keep going Starr!” Rachel prodded and put her hand in Starr’s.

“So all day and night for weeks at a time I had to where the diapers, rubber pants, and a strap on dildo, with sweats on over them, as I performed my duties. No bra just the very loose fitting sweatshirt and pants. I looked like a pile of dirty laundry walking around the house and I had to pull them up all the time; they were so loose they would slip over the rubber pants and hang on the dildo. I would have to seduce her if she came into the room, or if I ran into her doing house work. Some times not often she would take the strap on off me and put it on and poke me through the diapers and French kiss me, and kiss my tits eventually she would pull the diapers down just enough to slip that thing into me and mount me from behind with my legs closed, and slowly work it back and forth inside me. She never hurt me with it, and sometimes she would get me to climax, but only sometimes.”

Starr stretched and went on, “When I messed in the diapers she would clean me with a hot washcloth, and wash her hands then sometimes not often she would finger me. Then put fresh diapers and a clean pair of rubber pants on me then hand me the strap on, and watch as I put it on. She wanted me to do it just like she did poke her genitals through her clothes, and then I would pull her pants down just enough to enter her from behind. We would have sex for hours and some times taking turns. Stopping only long enough for her to potty and then we might start again, or she would order me to finish the house work or fix something to eat.”

Starr took a long drink of water and started telling her story, “I think she made the dildo her self, I’ve never seen anything like it for sell. It was thin and shaped like a corkscrew with stiff but flexible wires coated with rubber and on the end of each wire a hook shaped node and was faced outward, so when it entered it would pull my labia in, and on top it had hoops that would grip at my clitoris and they felt really good but strange. Those pointy balls it was tipped with felt really strange inside me. It looked like a weird bottle scrubber. The only time I was nude was in the bath but I still had that dildo on, because sometimes she would climb on and do it in the tub. I had to wear it night and day cause she quite often wanted a quickie and I had to be ready to deliver at the wink of her eye.”

“It is still fresh in my memory because this is as bad as it can get and not break the rules. The first time I soiled my diapers it was my second day, and I was roused from her kissing and fingering me and I needed to go, but in stead of letting me up she climbed on top of me and rode that thing for quite a while. It was just too weird I had to do both pretty bad and couldn’t go just lying in bed, even with her bouncing on top of me, I thought my bladder was going to burst. I made coffee and breakfast, when we got up, she just sat in the nook reading a book while I cooked and set the table. I kept bumping into things with that dildo. I tell you it had to look funny me dressed in only an apron and diapers and that dildo getting caught in the cupboard handles. I remember needing to go so bad it hurt, I was trying to will her out of the kitchen so I could go, but no. We sat together eating and drinking coffee and talking. It was very difficult to talk and not reveal that I was under so much pressure. Any way I am sure she knew.”

Starr gave a short loud laugh and went on, “The pressure in both my butt and bladder was so intense I had trouble clearing the table. It was when I put my hands in the warm water I lost the fight. I could feel the pee start to trickle no mater how hard I squeezed it just kept leaking out, and I had to shit really… really bad, I remember feeling the tip of that turd poking out. I squeezed those muscles so tightly I couldn’t move I just stood there with my hands in the water making grunting noises as I strained to keep it in. She heard me and walked up to me she reached around my waist and rubbed my belly kissed me on the neck and said, ‘just let it slip out you’ll feel much better.’ I can still feel my stomach cave in and my knees buckle as I grunted convulsively. I felt that turd slide out and it mooshing against my cheeks as it pressed into the tight diaper and when I started to pee, again I gushed. I could feel the diaper and pants sagging from the weight as I filled them. I heard her sighing as I grunted. She made me finish washing the dishes before she changed me.”

“That sounds gross.” Rachel gasped out and then asked, “Did she at least do a good job of cleaning you?”

“Oh yes she had to. The clients are not allowed to harm or cause the need for medical attention. I could feel my piss weeping through the leggings as I walked to the changing room. Any way she got so hot, her panties were totally soaked. We had sex all over the house that day she must have had a dozen orgasms. We walked from room to room with me behind her keeping that dildo inside her. We rolled around on all the floors, on all the beds and couches. When ever she was ready to cum, she ordered me to, ‘hold that dildo tight!’ as she put it, then climb on top, and then take short staccatoed strokes until she orgasmed. She really got wet when she came, my whole belly would be soaked, and then she would lay on me for a long time resting.”

“What was her husband like?” Rachel eagerly pried.

Just then, Leon walked in and announced, “The server is down, so there will be a short delay. How are the two of you doing?” he asked.

“Just fine. Starr is telling me some of her war stories.” Rachel was noticeably relaxed as she talked Leon.

“What the diaper lady?” Leon sneered adding, “She isn’t going to bid this time I’ve cut her off for this set of bids.”

“Yes. How did you know?” Rachel asked.

“She tells that one the most, then there is the one where she got knocked up the first time.” He said, smiled and then left.

“Come tell me a little about him.” Rachel coaxed asking for more, “What turned his screw?”

“He liked to stuff that big dick of his down his wife’s throat. I think making her gag was a real turn-on for him. He would grab fistfuls of hair and make her suck it for a while, then tease her gag reflex and when she wrenched he would pull her head down and shove it in at the same time. Her arms would flail about as he stuffed her nose into his curly hairs with that cock down her throat. Take it out and start again. He would say, ‘Lick my balls this time bitch,’ and in he shoved that long fat cock. He made me watch all the time you could see her straining to lick his balls. He would pull it out, she would dry heave, cough a few times, and he would start it all over till he was ready to ‘shoot his load’ as he put it. I never saw her barf, but she sure dry heaved and coughed a lot. He would cum in her mouth or inside me what ever made his fancy that day. He would tell her to ‘swallow it bitch,’ she would fake it and make me swallow it a little at a time after he left.”

“That sounds perfectly horrid Starr!” Rachel said as her face twisted with an ugly grimace.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad after I got use to the routine.” Starr admitted and explained, “When I first started I almost lost a different contract cause I couldn’t deep throat the guy. You would be wise to learn how before the end of the first month.”

“Tell me how.” Rachel eagerly pried.

“When you feel the gag just slip it in fast.” Starr answered.

“That’s all.” Rachel groaned.

“No you have to get use to it before it gets better.” Starr said with a soft giggle.

“That isn’t magic I can do that.” Rachel said with determination and pressed farther, “We have time tell me some more please!”

“I’m sure you can.” Starr retorted and then continued with her story, “He was rarely there. Of eighteen months, he might have been there for six months. When he was, he was nasty towards her, but nice to me. He wasn’t much of a lover, but it was a nice break from that dildo. He would order her to take my diapers off when he wanted to use me and tell her to make sure I was clean. Once he walked in and ‘ordered!’ her to bathe me saying, ‘Clean her up good! I want her fresh!’ He rarely lasted more than ten minutes, but he wasn’t rough like he was with her, so it felt okay. I came close to cumming a few times with him, but didn’t because he would ejaculate too soon. When he was through, he would order her to, ‘finish her off,’ as he put it. She would enter me with that strange feeling dildo with those hook shaped things gripping my labia and those hoops stretching my clitoris. She never went in deep just pass my lips and worked it in and out with her thumb massaging my clitoris. I would cum really fast not because she was good, though she was, but because there was a long time in between orgasms so I was ready. Some times, he would watch and other times he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even let me pee before putting the diaper back on. Sometimes they would be cloth diapers other times they were the disposable ones. Shit! I can feel them sagging now and that clammy wetness.”

Starr fidgeted in her seat adjusted her pants and panties then went on, “I was really glad she didn’t make me wash them, I think that was a secret thrill for her. She had that look on her face when she came from the laundry room. I don’t think she played in it, but she did get a thrill from cleaning me up, she was so hot afterward, and maybe washing the diapers. Ready girl here comes ole Leon and he is wearing a smile. Its on.”

“Here I want you to wear these blue panties and the two piece body suit.” Leon ordered as he handed the package Rachel and assured, “They’re clean they are brand new. If you want while you can still have some privacy you can use the changing room there,” pointing at a single door.

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Let me start this story by saying that I have been taking every chance I’ve had in the last twenty years to try and see my wife’s sister naked. I’ve had holes in walls and now I have a hidden camera with a remote receiver that I can hook up to a TV and VCR. The other day she came here for a few days to visit. The wife had the weekend off but went back to work early in the A.M. on Monday. I got up earlier then Terri and took my shower then I went out to my camper to watch Terri on the TV set up inside. She came in and did a few things before getting ready for her shower. Then she started to remove her clothes and I once again got to see her in all her naked glory. Terri is about 5’ 6” tall and probably 170 lbs. So she’s a big girl but her curves are fun to watch. She had gotten naked and then she proceeded to brush her teeth. With the camera set up so it could see the mirror as well as her standing in front of it I was granted a view of her front above the waste and all of her glorious backside. When she bent over to spit in the sink I thought my cock would burst out of my pants by itself so I released it through my zipper and slowly started to rub it up and down while enjoying the events taking place not twenty feet away in the room next to my camper. It was like being able to look through the window and see inside. She then got the water running and stepped inside and closed the sliding doors. The shower was able to be seen in the reflection in the mirror but the doors are not completely see through so all I could see was her shape doing the things a woman does in the shower. My cock wilted somewhat then as all I could do was wait until she exited the shower for the show to continue. She emerged again in about ten minutes wet and clean. She started to dry herself off and had her back to the camera. When she bent over to dry her feet her secret was opened for me to see. My cock was already at full erection then but at this point I started to leak and I knew that I would have to finish it off before it would ever fit comfortably in my shorts again. I stroked it up and down while watching my Sister in Law dry off.

This is where the story gets interesting though. She then folded her towel in half then in half again and set it on the counter. I wondered what she was doing as the hamper was next to the camera and I was waiting for a close-up view of her titties and possibly her puss. What she did next changed everything. She hopped up on the counter so she was facing the camera and took a lotion bottle off the counter that has a rounded ball shaped lid on it and started to rub it up and down her hairy covered slit. I couldn’t believe my luck, here was my Sister in Law with her legs spread and she was masturbating with a home made dildo. She got herself worked up enough to get the lid wet enough for her to push the bottle into her beautiful quim. There she was with her eyes closed and one hand squeezing her breasts and nipples while the other was busy sliding the “dildo” in and out of her puss. I couldn’t stand it anymore I had to figure out a way to get in there and also to get the pressure building up in my shaft some relief. Since it had been some time since she had emerged from the shower I was going to just walk in and pretend I didn’t know she was still in there and then see what would happen from there. Either way I was gonna get my rocks off somehow. I managed to stuff my erect cock back into my shorts and sprinted into the house and through my bedroom towards the shower. I burst through the door just as Terri peaked in orgasm. There she was dildo in cunt and cum spraying out of her puss. She tried to cover herself up but how could she hide what she had been doing? I acted shocked at what I was seeing but was still trying to pretend that my being there was an accident. I then turned to leave when once again she surprised me.

She said “Well you have already seen me doing what I was doing so you might as well stay and maybe return the favor.”. What I asked trying to play dumb. “Why don’t you join me and you can watch me masturbate while I watch you rub your cock. You didn’t have to ask me again, this was a dream come true. I peeled my shorts off in a flash and turned around with my full erect cock in my hand. She let out a little moan and reinserted the lotion bottle inside of her. So here I was stroking my leaking and aching cock while she locked her eyes on it and I watched as she masturbated herself. I told her that I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for very long before I would cum all over the bathroom. She smiled and told me to let her worry about that. She told me she was very close to cumming herself and at that point her whole body tensed and her cum sprayed out of her like a geyser. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I was standing about six feet away and she soaked me from that far away. I grunted that I was going to cum and she dropped off of the counter, grabbed my cock and slid the head of it into her mouth. I tensed up and sprayed what felt like a gallon of cum into her mouth. I thought I was going to cum for ever when it finally came to an end with all my seed going down her throat before she let my cock slip out of her mouth. Wow here I was standing in front of my naked Sister in Law while she swallowed my load.

She the stood up, turned around and bent over the counter and told me I owed her and that she wanted me deep inside of her. Hell I had just busted my nut I figured there was no way I’d be able to keep it up for very long but what the hell it was worth a try. I took a hold of her meaty ass and moved my cock into place. She reached underneath and grabbed my cock and guided it inside of her. Man it felt so good to after all these years of sneaking peaks at her naked to finally be inside of her. I pounded my cock in and out of her while watching her face in the mirror and looking at her ass right in front of me. Her face was screwed up in a grimace and she looked like she was almost in pain. She was moaning and urging me on to fuck her pussy. I fucked her for about five minutes in this position and I was quite surprised that I was able to stay hard after cumming so hard just a few minutes before. She said that she wanted to try a different position so I reluctantly pulled my soaking cock out of her wonderful pussy. She then guided me to lay down on the rug on the floor and she squatted on top of me and once again guided me into her hairy love nest. I was then able to grab her ample titties and I pushed them together so I could suck both of her long nipples at the same time. She started to fuck the hell out of me with her boobs flopping around and her heavy ass sliding up my shaft and smashing my balls on her trip back down, She fucked me like this for at least ten minutes when she started to cum. She soaked my nuts and belly when her spunk sprayed out of her cunt. That was all I could take and I warned her that I would be cumming soon myself and that she should be ready to pull off of me so I could safely squirt my load into the air.

She then bent down and whispered into my ear that she wanted me to come inside of her. That was it. That pushed me over the top and I blew what felt like twice the load I had emptied into her mouth just fifteen to twenty minutes ago deep into her womb. I must have blacked out for a few seconds as the next thing I remember was her standing up over me and her furiously rubbing her clit, Her ass stiffened and she thrust her pelvis as she started to cum. What seemed like a gallon of cum sprayed from her cunt mixed with my spunk. It coated my whole body from my nuts to my face. When she came back down to Earth she helped me up and we got into the shower to clean up but that’s another story altogether. She left for home later that afternoon and I was really sorry to see her go but I am looking forward to her next visit with a renewed urgency. Later that night after my wife had gone to bed I took the tape into the computer room TV to enjoy watching the whole thing again. I was able to masturbate once again to a great orgasm but just at the end of the tape after I had left the room her face appeared right in front of the camera and she said. “Smile we are on Candid Camera!”. Wow she had known all along, She had put that whole show on just to try and get me in there so she could fuck my brains out. There won’t be a family function that will be the same again he he. Now we just have to keep this a secret from my wife and her husband.

This happened to me years ago when I worked nights as a janitor in a building downtown. One of my jobs was to sweep the stairs in the building. There were 20 flights and I took the elevator to the top floor and then I would sweep my way down to the basement and then I’d be done.

At the 15th floor I started to hear some noises that sounded like moaning and slapping. I put down my broom and went another 3 flights down thinking I may witness a crime or something. Instead what I found was some dude and a chick having sex. I could watch them from a floor up and it the dimly lit staircase I could see them but they couldn’t see me. She was a hot blonde with big floppy tits and he was a medium built guy.

She was busy slobbing his knob and he was twisting here titties and mashing her boobs. This was awesome, here I was with a bird’s eye view and these two were going to fuck and I was going to get to watch. She worked his pud like a pro and he was moaning and she was slobbering all over his dick. Hell I had to do something about my cock, which was now trying to rip free from my pants. I unzipped my pants and fished by dick through my underwear and started to beat my meat while watching these two go at it. She pulled off of his cock and took off the rest of her clothes and leaned over the rail and he entered her from behind.

It was like the were facing away from me but a flight down. I could see his meat slide in and out of her cunt. She was moaning and he was grunting and I was stroking my hard pud in rhythm to their fucking. They fucked like that for about 5 minutes then she said she wanted to be on top. He pulled out of her with a slurp that I could hear up where I was at. He then sat down on the steps and she straddled him. I needed to move to get a better view so I went down around the next turn and I was then standing so they were straight ahead of me and down a flight. I could watch her but I could only see his head and legs. Her ass was awesome as she rode his bone.

I just stared at it as she fucked him raw. I was building up a pretty good head of steam myself what with watching them and stroking my meat feverously. She came hard and the guy started to really fuck the hell out of her. He moaned that he was gonna cum and she jumped off of him stepped a couple steps down and took his rod into her mouth. He grunted and thrust up into her and pumped his load into her mouth, That’s when I lost it and I too started to cum. My jizz rained down directly on them dousing them both with my sticky seed. Most of it landed on her back and ass but some got on him too.

They both screamed and he yelled “What the fuck” and looked up the stairs but I was already stuffing my slippery pud into my jeans and sprinting up the stairs to my broom and out the door three stories up from them. I took the elevator up three more flights to an Janitor’s closet where I hid for about 20 minutes before slipping out and heading to my next job for the day. I went back the next night to clean the stairs and when I got to the floor they were on My jizz was all over the stairs and so was what they had left.

I later found out that he was the C.E.O. of the company and she was his secretary because I came back a few days later at 9:00 a.m. and followed then to their floor. I later asked someone who he was and they told me. Ha ha so not only did I get to watch them fuck and douse them with my spunk but he paid me to do it. What a deal. I wonder how much his wife would pay to know who he’s banging at work?

Jen was a bit annoyed with Roger as she sat with her second cup of coffee. At least she told herself she was annoyed. The thing that sort of irked her most was that she felt she should be irked, but when she looked inside she could find no reason to be. She had always been taught that a man should be able to expect fidelity from his wife, and that expectation should be enough to keep a girl on the straight and narrow. His bantering remarks at breakfast had at first confused her, bad enough before the first coffee, then upset her. There was quite a lot to life that she had to find out, she was aware of that, and in the half year of wedlock she had adapted, she thought, quite well. She no longer objected to an impromptu romp somewhere other than bed, and at other times than bedtime. She had learned to quite enjoy some of the better porn that Roger had introduced her to. But that she should have an affair, that was a bit much to digest quickly.

Jen knew the characters in the porn flicks were meant to suggest any number of deviant relationships, and that was all right. Its only fiction, right? It doesn’t happen in real life except in deranged imaginations. So when Roger had plugged the DVD in and a new porn film came on, it was OK that Carl and Ivy were there. Nothing could happen between two married couples, could it? The film was not XXX. More like XX, really. The only niggling little problem with that was, it actually had a plot of sorts, and worse, the plot was plausible. The scenes unfolding could with a bit of imagination happen in a normal life. That thought alone made Jen a bit tense as the film worked its effects its audience. That was troubling to her as well. AS far as she could see, she was the only one whose mind it had crossed that the plot could spill over onto her couch. She had evened determined to fight off Carl with her last shred of virtue should anything off-colour be suggested. When it didn’t happen, she had to admit to herself her mind, if not outright dirty, was at least a bit off-white.

“That was a fun flick, last night”, Roger had remarked , as he put her coffee in front of her. That as the first adjustment she had had to make, letting her man do some of the domestic chores. Making breakfast was a natural. She didn’t wake up well, and he insisted on it, but it rubbed against her training.

“Can you imagine people actually living like that, though? “
”Maybe not quite as liberal as that, but you might be surprised to know that people actually do live like that. In this town. Probably on this block. It has probably happened in this house, even, and might well happen again”
She searched his face for clues to what if anything he might be getting at. He teased a lot, and her inexperience made her an easy mark. But he had learned when to ease up and not push her over the edge. They both knew he had a lot more life experience than his young bride, and she accepted that she would have to take a bit of coaching to adapt to living without mother around. Hadn’t they fucked on the couch right after Carl and Ivy had left last night? His face lost its teasing look and he laid the bomb on her.

“I want you to clear your mind of everything you have been taught about right and wrong,” Roger said gently, in the voice she had learned to trust as sincere, “ Imagine yourself in the missionary position, all excited and wet. Just like last night. Really hot and juicy. Imagine a cock pushed against your pussy. What would it do?’
She squirmed. She might be a nice girl, but she had an imagination. “It would go in.”
“It would go in,” he agreed, “And if by chance ti turned out to be not my cock, but Carl’s, it would still go in. Simple physics.”

She had flushed dark, “But that’s silly. You wouldn’t let Carl do that, and neither would I”, A pregnant pause as Roger watched the emotions play across her face. And then a gasp and start as something nudged her memory. “That’s not what Carl had in mind when he grabbed my knee when the slutty one was getting it on with the metre reader, was it? He wasn’t coming on to me?”
“Just being friendly, I expect. Can’t guarantee it, mind you. Here’s something for you to think about , though. This isn’t a suggestion, or an order, or anything like that. I just bet you that sometime inside the next say five years you will feel somebody else’s cock in you. It will be with your OK, and it will be good sex, and you will do it more than once.” Roger studied her incredulous face.”A few months ago you thought sex was something you had to do to make babies. Now you know all the tricks how not to have babies, and you like nooky more than any woman I have known. When you think about it, you’re hornier than any of the bimbo’s in that movie. There is no need to rush this, but I just bet that eventually you will be in the situation of thinking you should say no, but not wanting to, and you won’t say no. And afterwards, you will still be my little angel. Your little pussy will still feel just as nice to me. Maybe better, because he might teach you a new trick or two I haven’t even dreamed of.”

So now Jen added more sugar to her coffee and stewed. She had hotly contested the whole idea, of course, but what made it worse, she could feel that she was ‘protesting too loudly’. Roger had cuddled her and calmed her, and left for work, and she was left to sift through the rubble of her mind and sensibilities. She found herself one minute thinking what nonsense it was, then, in the next blink, wondering who it might be. What really bothered her was that she was sure that Roger wasn’t having her on, that he believed what he was telling her, and, so far at least, all he had told her in that tone had come to be. So while she had no desire to fuck the delivery man or anyone else, she was beginning to have doubts that she wouldn’t.

After the dishwasher was loaded and the bed was made, Jen’s mind was a bit calmer. As she cast around for something useful to do next, she decided on a whim to watch the movie of the night before again. This time as it unfolded, she put herself in the place of the actress. What was impressed on her reluctant mind was that the attitudes that some of the cast espoused at least were not that different from her own. The acting was a bit thin, but basically it was,”No, I’m a nice girl, put that thing away. OK, lets fuck”. She thought of Carl’s touch and wondered if he was trying his luck, and wondered if Ivy had noticed..

Her thoughts were short-circuited by the door bell. Jen quickly hit the pause button and went to the front door before it clicked that it was the back door that had chimed. At the back door was a neighbour two doors down with the oversize zuchini every neighbour of a gardener is familiar with. Still, it was a nice gesture, and he was a nice old man who had already won her over with dozens of witty old tales. So he shared the last of the coffee pot with her. She let her mind get away from the recent turmoil, and he basked in the glow of a pretty young lady. It wasn’t till after he left that she thought to shut down the TV and DVD. There still on the screen was the still image of the slutty one being bent over the kitchen table so that the metre reader could enter her from behind. In a panic, Jen checked the sight-lines to where the old gardener had sat. He would have had to crane his neck, but she could not be sure he hadn’t seen the TV.

AS she pondered the possibility, she felt herself getting warm with dread of being caught. Shit!!! Why did this old guy have to be the one that rang the bell? Couldn’t it have been a young, clean cut, grocer boy like in the flicks? Wait a minute, it’s a good thing it was the old man, he’s harmless. Whoa, girl, are you saying if it was the young grocery boy you would have fucked him? Jesus, Roger is right. I’m as slutty as anyone else, maybe more. I probably will fuck some strange guy, maybe lots. Did Roger mean one guy lots or lots of guys once? I think I better go for a run...
The day passed, as days will. It was a month later that the spark was rekindled. The news filtered home that a workmate had found out that his wife had been having an affair. He hadn’t caught her. A nosy neighbour had noticed a man calling in during the day and had stationed himself close enough to the house to detect noises that could only be sexual in nature when they forgot to close the windows. He had tailed Tom until he was able to get him alone, and then gave him a blow by blow of that and other encounters.

Tom had tried to laugh him off, but the busybody was adamant that the right thing be done, and the wife had gone off to visit family. As far as the busybody was concerned, a scarlet lady had got her just rewards and his neighbour owed him a debt of gratitude. Roger was one of the few who got the real story. Tom and his wife had experimented with swapping with another couple. Because the other guy worked shifts, he could only see Laurie in the day. Tom just as often visited Ruth in the evening, often with Laurie in tow. Now tom was taking a sideways promotion to another branch, and Laurie was already living in their new house where he would join her soon. Lesson in discretion.

Days home alone Jen thought of the affair. First in line was the thought that here was a woman who she knew only slightly, but was definitely in her near circle who had fucked at least one man, and that a great many times. Moreover, her marriage had survived. Indeed, it hadn’t even had a back-ward step. The forced move was no more than a caveat to be careful, not a warning to walk the straight path. In idle moments, Jen wondered if the strange man missed Laurie, or if she missed him. She wondered if the couple might make an odd trek to visit the other for a wild weekend. At times like these, Jen would grow quite hot with ..well, she wasn’t sure what she was hot with, but she knew she was hot, and , dammit, she hoped they did get together and have a wonderful time. Often she would remember Roger’s prophesy, and in whimsy at least wonder when her Lothario would charge in.

Carl and Ivy about that time got pregnant. Their new focus on life meant they seldom had time for Roger and Jen, and their place was taken by Stu and Shirley. Stu had been Tom’s replacement, and as such was Rogers immediate superior, but not so as to call him a boss. Just slightly senior on the same job. Stu was almost forty, double Jen’s age, and more than ten years older than Roger, but he had a young man’s fancy, and a young wife of twenty two. She had been his executive secretary, but he soon decided he would rather have her in a love nest than making coffee for his meetings. The arrangement suited her. Stu was a bit of a dog, and she didn’t mind if people called her a bitch. So she said, anyway. Jen was drawn to them because shirl was so worldly wise and relaxed about the feelings and experiences she had. Shirl was the lady who had lived the day dreams Jen had been having for past few months. As Jen saw how well shirl had survived, she felt less fear and more excitement in her own fantasies.
Stu made her back up a bit. He was a handsome devil, sharp dresser, had courtly manners, and knew all of the above. He gave the impression that a moment’s inattention would leave her helpless against his intentions. Any time they were together she would wonder if this was the time he would press his advantage and fuck her. The fact that the weeks went by without it happening did nothing to ease her mind. By this time, she knew herself well enough to see that she wanted to be fucked, and Stu was the obvious culprit. He seemed more her age every day, and sexier with every complement he paid her. But aside from pats and looks to acknowledge he was aware of how sexy she was making herself, he took no initiative in her seduction. As she fucked Roger after these evenings, she often wondered if Stu knew the seduction had already happened.

Then one night while they were making love, and the juices were just below boiling, and Roger was pumping his love into her, she called him Stu. She didn’t know it at the time, she was too tied up in her own orgasm. She had been studying a book of Tantric sex and was finding ways of getting obscenely high of late, and this was the best yet. So when Roger looked down fondly on her after a long afterglow period and asked her how long she had been fucking Stu, she was confused and stunned.

“Stu hasn’t fucked me. He hasn’t even come on to me. Why do you think we did it?”
“Wishful thinking, I guess. Being called Stu does sort of tell me you having been thinking of it. You could do worse, you know. I can’t see a girl like Shirl sticking with a guy who isn’t pretty good.”
“Did I really do that?” Jen’s brain cast about for a reasonable excuse for calling out for Stu, admitted to herself she had been fantasizing and was probably guilty as charged, and found not even a straw to grasp at.

Numbly, she heard Roger chuckle into her hair,”There is nothing wrong with wanting to fuck Stu. Just ask Stu, I’m sure he’ll agree. He thinks every sane woman wants him. Maybe he’s right. You’re one of the sanest women I know.”
“I’ve been waiting for him to fuck me. I dress and act sexy, but it just doesn’t happen. .
One minute I’‘m relieved it didn’t happen, the next I wonder what’s the matter with me. Are you sure what you said about me having an affair/”
“So Stu has a trigger you haven’t found yet. You will. Remember this is a five year plan. You have lots of time, they won’t be going away any time soon. Now I think You’d better go to sleep and dream naughty dreams.”

There were no dreams, but the next morning found Jen restless and excited. She managed to get Roger off to work without his commenting, but her tummy was so tight with recklessness she couldn’t even drink her coffee without effort. She tried to keep busy around the house, but spent more time and effort daydreaming than anything else. She was dusting around the living room when she realized she was nude, having dropped her robe somewhere in the last room. She was aware there was only glass between her skin and anyone passing by, and regretted that the room was too dark for them to see in anyway. She walked straight up to the big window to dare physics to expose her, but was not even rewarded.

It was the beginning of the second week at the cabin that belonged to Sheila’s family. It was in June, and Sheila and Don had scored the use of it for the whole month and had invited Jill and myself to share it with them. Both broods of kids were still in school, so the slightly cooler days of June were the price we paid for having the place to ourselves. We had three more weeks to go, free except for the simple food we ate, and the beer. The lake was a bit nippy, the water was still high, but it was bearable. All four kids were good at going to sleep by seven, eight at the very latest, and our evenings were almost as much fun as our days.

Sheila and I had been an item briefly in high school, but it was a horribly platonic affair, just two nerdy kids going together because that’s what girls and boys did. Sheila was really quite cute, and I wasn’t hard to look at, but we were both, for want of a better term, dumb. Nursing school for Sheila had mercifully parted us, and the next I saw of her was when her new husband was transferred back to town. I had in the meantime married Jill, and now we each had two kids at three and five years.

Sheila and Jill had actually met at a post natal fitness class, and were good friends before they uncovered my connection with Sheila. They still went to classes, and it showed, and Don and I both appreciated it very much. We all loved skiing and running, so we spent a lot of time together, but not that much of it talking, just chucking the shit, so to speak. This month at the cabin had already changed that, and we were far from talked out. The fire had gone out in the cookstove, but the evening was warm, the mozzies had got lost, and we were sitting in the dark looking at the moon on the water.
“We went for a skinny dip after you were asleep last night, “Sheila offered, “If was great, chilly but so pretty out on the raft. We even dived in to come in” I had a picture of Sheila’s nude body covered in goose bumps, and her nipples standing at attention under the moon.

“The best part was the sex. Have you ever had sex in cold water, just hanging on to a ladder?” Don added dreamily.
“Don, that’s more information than they need,” chided Sheila, “You guys don’t listen to him.”
“Isn’t it true? Didn’t we?” countered Don. “Its okay, we’re married, remember?”
I sucked in my breath, “We’ve never done that. Doesn’t the cold make you, you know, a bit shrivelled up? And how about slippery? It can’t be slippery?”
Jill giggled, “Mike, you’re asking them how they fucked. That’s their business, not ours.”
“But if we want to try it, we should know these things. It can’t be easy.”

“Its not that cold when you’re worked up,” continued Don..”Go and try it. It’s a warm night again. What have you got to lose? Its fun.”

I looked at Jill, and she had an impish look on her face, and I felt my cock twitch. It wasn’t just trying a new way, it was our friends knowing we were doing it. I stood up and held a hand out to my wife, who after only a moments hesitation stood up too. Don and Sheila bade us goodbye, said they would be waiting up, so don’t be late. We took our towels and bravely walked down to the beach. We stood with our feet in the water, and I think Jill had second thoughts, but when I slipped out of my shorts she did the same and hand in hand we marched in. The water was high, and the raft had to be swum to, but we were full of adventure as Jill hooked her elbows into the ladder and I moved between her knees. My cock stood the cold, as Don had said. I was hard enough to push it home, but there was no lube. I did penetrate, but it hurt Jill, and we didn’t see a way around it. We said bugger it and swam to shore.
“Fifteen minutes, “ observed Don, “Bit of a quicky”

We were bundled in extra towels. We had managed our shorts and tees, but underwear was too much work to get back on. After a minute, I admitted that we hadn’t been able to pull it off and Don guffawed, “Okay, so it isn’t the best, but just having the old boy somewhere warm is a win, isn’t it? By the way, nice white bum, Jill.”
We weren’t put out, if anything we were glad it wasn’t our fault we had failed. You read of sex in the surf, but I think its mainly science fiction, or involves a guy who doesn’t mind if he hurts his lady. That’s not me, and I’m glad its not Don. But the episode set the tone for further talk. I told of shagging Jill in a corn field last summer, not in the corn, but in our hatchback. We had a bed waiting at home, but the field was there, and there was a foamy in the back, and we seized the moment.. It was a first for both of us in a car.

“Surely you must have nailed Sheila in your car. You went together quite a while, didn’t you?” Don said teasingly. I had to admit that I had in fact not nailed Sheila anywhere, being too stupid and backward.
“That wasn’t it , at all,” protested Sheila, “I was a nice girl, and I wouldn’t have done it.”
“You mean if I wasn’t clumsy and stupid, you still wouldn’t have fucked me? I had no hope at all , even if I was smooth as greased glass?”
“Maybe if it was greased glass, but I was still a nice girl, and I would have made you work.” Sheila giggled, “It was just as well you never tried your luck.”
“Oh, kid, if you knew of the times I had to help myself to sleep with your body in my mind. You were certainly fucked in absentia. You were good, too.”

Jill broke in after listening thoughtfully to the exchange, “You know, I had always assumed you two had screwed as kids. Sheila told me Don wasn’t the first, and I know I wasn’t the first for you, so I thought you must have got Sheila. My apologies to you both.”

“No, no, angel, I’m flattered beyond words that you thought I was that kind of mover. Nice girl or not, I think I could get into her pants now, but not then. But thank you.” I had never actually claimed any scores to Jill, I just hadn’t denied having a few. The fact is, she was my first, just as I was hers, but that wasn’t a cool thing for a guy to tell a girl. She just assumed I had lots of experience, and I was cool with that. If she wasn’t a virgin herself, she probably would have known I was.
“So your wild oats came after Sheila.?”

I was skating on thin ice. I would lie if I had to, but I preferred not to. “And her wild oats came after me.”
Don gave Jill a wide grin, “By the way, in your mind were these two good together?”
Jill reddened, “I had always thought they would have been, yes.”
I caught and held Sheila’s eye. “The real heartbreaker is, Jill is right and we would have been good together, nez pas?”
Sheila threw a pillow at me, “How can a dumb dork and a nice girl be good together?”
“But consider, if we had been fucking, I wouldn’t have been dumb and you wouldn’t have been nice. A win-win situation. And now I’m smooth as greased glass and you’re not a nice girl anymore, but we’re married to other people. Oh, the vagaries of life.”

Sheila laughed, “You’re not that smooth and I am so a nice girl. Otherwise we could find a way around the married thing.”
“You know,” mused Don, “Its not the sort of thing you grill you new wife on, but I had always assumed you two had go it on too...Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I didn’t think Sheila would want to talk about it, not after we got to know you again.”

We called it a night shortly after that. We spent a lot of time outdoors, were up early with the kids, and our long evenings weren’t really that long.
“No swim tonight?” I asked with a stretch, When Sheila grimaced and shook her head, I added, “Maybe Don could go with Jill and show her the trick.”
I got a cuff, but only a friendly one. Jill and I went quickly to sleep, but it was only a cabin, and sounds of sex soon roused us. We listened quietly, the juices rising in both of us, but neither was willing to miss any part of the game being played out. They weren’t being noisy, but the night was quiet. The frogs had gone to bed, and our ears were straining. Their bed springs were squeaking in a controlled, slow tempo.
Don’s voice came through the walls in a stage whisper, “Are you thinking of Mike?”

After a pause for a couple more squeaks of the springs there was a breathless, “Yeah”, then, “Good, a couple mumbled words and, “Jill”. Then the springs picked up their chorus and we could hear no more. My cock had jumped when the episode had started and a boner was now pressing against Jill’s ass as I hugged her bum into me. She was as horny now as me, and she lifted her leg to let me explore her pussy. We were still listening to the love making across the house as we got ready to fuck ourselves, and now Sheila was cumming, muffling her moans into something, but the effect was to make the sounds even more frantic. The squeaks changed tempo, slower but harder, sometimes missing a beat altogether, and it was easy to imagine Don rigid as he filled his wife with his cum. It was even more sensuous having the idea that he was doing it in my stead.

As the sounds died, Jill crawled onto me, and lowered her pussy over my cock. She sat up tall, and the moon through the screen showed a goddess perched on my manhood, taking her pleasure from me. The futon made no sound effects, but soon squeaky sound began escaping from Jill’s throat, and there was the sound of gentle slaps from our thighs, much like waves on a gravel beach, but faster. I could hear no other sound from the house, and wondered if the other couple was now listening to us. They couldn’t have failed to hear Jill’s vocals, and now she was rocking her pelvis madly. The voice had died, but the futon was being moved on the board floor with her energy, making little scraping sounds. Then she was still, and clung to me as I lifted her over onto her back, then there was the sound of my balls slapping her bum, and the futon did give up a sort of distant drumming sound.

The cabin was quiet now, as we lay semi-comatose. A few crickets chirped, but they just made the gaps quieter. There was a giggle from the other room, and a “Wow” and we both giggled to think that the ‘Wow’ might have been for us.

The kids were up early, but they were happy, and it was easy to coax them through breakfast. They wanted to be outside, except our little Marnie, so the adults never got a chance to let the sparks from last night strike again. But soon the other toddler missed her, and joined her inside, so I found myself outside with the big ones and Don, who was splitting firewood. We talked, but without the girls, the subjects were dull, baseball, engines, the weather. Lunch came and went. The two little ones went down for a nap quickly and quietly. Even in the cabin the air had that effect on everyone here. There was the threat of a late afternoon thunder storm showing over the lake, and the big kids were excited over that.
Presently Don offered to take them for a walk down the road a see if they could see distant lightning and hear the thunder. Jill was restless, so when he looked for a volunteer to go with them, she jumped up, and they were gone.

The cabin was quiet without them. One of the kids made little murmurs in her sleep, we could hear a dog barking, and from the other direction, maybe a mile away, a squirrel scolding. That’s how still it was. There was still no sound of thunder, but the air was getting close and sticky. Sheila put down her book and gave me a sly smile.
“You guys had quite a romp last night. We thought you might take the floor out.”
I feigned indignation, “It was you that got us going. We were asleep when you started up. No body could not get horny listening to you”
Her eyes opened wide, “Did you hear us? I thought we were so quiet. Was it the bed?”
I wanted to tell her about hearing her say ‘yeah’ to Don’s question, but that would have been using a weak moment against her So we just laughed it off, and went on, but the atmosphere between us was cosier now, like we had learned to trust each other.

“The guys have been gone longer than I thought they would be. I didn’t think the kids would last more than a half hour, and its been double that. The little ones will be awake soon.” I noticed that as Sheila stretched her tit was unrestrained against the thin knit of her shirt, and I was sure she didn’t normally go without a bra.
“Maybe they wanted to give us time if we had mischief on our minds,” I cocked an eyebrow at her. She tried to give me a severe look of reproof, and failed.
“I learned early never to get into sex with sleeping kids in the house. There is nothing more frustrating aa coitus interruptus.” She had turned a pretty shade.
“So if we were alone, I would have had a chance?” My cock was stirring with the subject matter, and I shifted to hide it. I wanted to tell of her of hearing her “yeah”, but knew the moment had passed. She hadn’t answered my last thrust, and I decided to push on further.
“When Jill was sitting on me last night, and I asked her if she would like to sit on Don, do you know what she said?”
Sheila examined hy face, looking for a clue that I might be referring to Don’s question, but saw only an open smile. “What did she say?” she asked finally.’
“She said,’Ohhh , that would be fun’, then she screwed the ass off me”

Sheila shivered, and was rescued by a peep from the kids room, and we both hustled as the other stirred in response. Both were dry, which was nice, and after they were nibbling on cookies and milk, she suddenly smiled back at me. “You know how we were talking just now, like we were just about to have an affair. Can you imagine what Jill and Dan might have been talking about while the kids were looking at beetles?”
“Do you think they have any idea what we might have talked about?”

Sheila looked soberly at me, “Maybe we shouldn’t be alone. You really are smooth as greased glass. Sorry I’m still a nice girl”
Then the door caved in, and two kids were telling us that the storm was coming and the grownups were making sure the car windows were up. Soon we were all sitting on the screened deck, on the futon Jill and I used and some ancient wicker chairs, watching lightning strikes on the hills across the lake, and feeling the first drops of rain being blown through the screens at us. Once a bolt hit an island in the lake and the kids started to get a bit uneasy. Then it was just rain with rolling thunder, and it was a good show. Dinner was hot dogs and bagged chips and milk and beer eaten on the spot. Family wise, it was the high point of the vacation. As it got dark, the weather eased, and I noticed the five year old on my lap was asleep, and the other was groggy.