#Anal

We've been married for nine years, Lauren, 33, and me, 35. Our chemistry is electric, especially between the sheets. She's a pediatrician, 5'8", with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a fit 34C chest with nipples that always seem to stand at attention, and a toned, curvy backside that gets whispers at the gym. My older brother, Nathan, 43, a widower, suffered a mild stroke and moved into our suburban house for his recovery. A home health aide tends to him in the mornings, and Lauren gets back from her clinic around 3 p.m. to take over his care. I'm a history professor at the local college, sometimes home by 7 p.m., other nights not until 9 or 10. Nathan's stay was smooth at first. He'd jokingly complain that Lauren was a drill sergeant, banning sweets from his lunch due to his borderline high blood sugar. She'd fire back with a grin, "Nate, you're on my watch now. Stick to your diet, take your pills, and maybe I'll sneak you a cookie one day. Quit whining." Nathan's evening routine included a shower around 6 p.m., with Lauren nearby to ensure he didn't slip or strain himself. He'd be in his briefs, and I figured she was in her usual athleisure - leggings and a tank top - helping him maneuver. Nathan's always been a charmer with wandering hands. I could picture him "accidentally" brushing against her hips or chest, playing it off with a sheepish grin. One evening, Lauren shared a story over dinner. "So, I was in yoga pants helping Nate with his shower, and he straight-up slid his hand up my thigh, grazing my... you know. He was clearly hard. I won't lie, seeing him like that, wondering what he's got going on, it got me a little hot. I snapped at him, told him to cut it out, and he just chuckled, 'My bad, Lauren, you're just too damn fine.'" I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, I see Nate's game. He's trying to get in his sister-in-law's pants. Question is, you thinking about letting him? " She swatted my arm, laughing, "You're out of your mind! " That night, our bedroom turned into a furnace. Lauren was insatiable, like a switch had flipped. She straddled me, her nails digging into my chest as she ground against me, her breath hot against my neck. She slid down, taking my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she deep-throated me, her lips tight, sucking hard. She didn't stop, even after I came, swallowing and licking me clean, her eyes wild. The thought of Nathan's boldness had us both wired. I flipped her over, spread her legs, and fucked her hard, her moans echoing as she clawed the sheets, begging, "Harder, give it to me." I pulled her hair, slamming into her, her pussy clenching as she came, shuddering. I flipped her to her stomach, spread her cheeks, and teased her tight asshole with my tongue, then lubed her with her own juices. I eased into her ass, inch by inch, until I was buried deep, fucking her slow, then fast, her gasps turning to screams as I filled her up. She turned, sucked me clean, and collapsed, panting. Breathless, she murmured, "Nate's probably packing like you, babe. I love your thick eight inches. Wonder what he's working with." I grinned, "Guess you'll have to investigate. Report back." One night, I got home around 8: 45 p.m., easing the front door open to avoid creaking. The house was quiet, but a soft glow spilled from Nathan's room, the door cracked open. Low moans and heavy breathing hit my ears. I crept closer, heart pounding, and peered inside, my jaw dropping. Lauren was stark naked, on her knees over Nathan, her mouth working his cock like she was starving for it. Her lips stretched around his thick shaft, saliva glistening as she bobbed, taking him deep, then pulling back to flick her tongue over the swollen tip. She'd moan, pop him out, and run her lips down the side, sucking his balls before diving back to swallow him whole. "Fuck, Nate, your cock's so good, just like my husband's, and it tastes like heaven, " she purred. Nathan groaned, his hips bucking, one hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as he fucked her mouth, his cock disappearing until her nose pressed against his pubes. She gagged, eyes watering, but kept sucking, relentless. Suddenly, he tensed, grunting, and unleashed a flood of cum. Her throat worked, swallowing every drop, and she licked her lips, smirking, "God, your cum's so sweet, brother-in-law." But she wasn't done. She kept sucking, slow and deliberate, keeping him hard, her hand stroking the base while her tongue teased the tip. My cock was throbbing, straining against my jeans, and I was stroking myself through the fabric, mesmerized. Then Lauren climbed onto him, straddling his hips. She grabbed his cock, rubbing it against her dripping slit, coating the head with her juices before sinking down, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her. She gasped, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing as she rode him, her hips grinding in a slow, sensual rhythm that quickened to a frantic pace. Each thrust made a wet, slapping sound as his cock filled her, his balls smacking her ass. "Fuck me, Nate, make me come, " she moaned, her fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles. Nathan growled, "I'm close, " and she pleaded, "Hold on, I need it! " But he couldn't, erupting inside her, his cum spilling out as she kept riding, her pussy glistening with his load. She hadn't climaxed, so she slid off, got back on her knees, and resumed sucking, her lips smeared with cum, keeping him hard. Her pussy was a mess, dripping onto the sheets. I couldn't hold back. I burst in, cock out, rock-hard. Lauren's eyes widened, but she didn't stop. I knelt behind her, sliding four fingers into her soaked pussy, fucking her hard, scooping out Nathan's cum and bringing it to her lips. She sucked my fingers, then kissed Nathan, their tongues swapping his cum in a sloppy, hungry dance. I spanked her ass, the crack echoing, and lined up my cock, plunging into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed into Nathan's mouth, her body shaking as I fucked her, my balls slapping her clit. She broke the kiss, turned, and resumed sucking Nathan, her moans muffled as she deep-throated him, her hand pumping his shaft. The sight - my wife stuffed with cum, sucking my brother while I pounded her - was unreal. I grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, the wet squelch of her pussy driving me wild. She pulled off Nathan's cock, gasping, "I'm coming, fuck, don't stop! " Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down as she came, screaming, wave after wave hitting her. I kept going, relentless, until I roared, unloading deep inside her, my cum mixing with Nathan's. I pulled out, grabbed her hair, and shoved my cock in her mouth. "Clean it, " I growled. She sucked me eagerly, licking every inch, then went back to Nathan, sucking him with renewed hunger. "Make him come, you perfect slut, " I said, stepping back. "I'll be downstairs." When she joined me, I pulled her close, kissing her deeply, tasting cum on her lips. I sucked her nipples, biting gently, then pushed her to the couch for a 69. I buried my face in her pussy, lapping at her clit, sucking out the mix of cum, savoring the musky taste. I smeared some on her asshole, working two fingers inside, stretching her. I flipped her to all fours, spit on her hole, and slid my cock into her ass, slow at first, letting her adjust, then picking up speed until I was fucking her deep, her moans shaking the room. I reached around, rubbing her clit, and she came again, her ass tightening around me. I followed, filling her with cum, collapsing beside her. From then on, Lauren had two cocks to satisfy her - mine and Nathan's. I made her promise: every night, we'd fuck, and her pussy would be dripping when I got home. That weekend, I confronted Nathan. "So, you fucked my wife. That was the plan, wasn't it? " He nodded, smirking. "Yup. But we're square now - you were banging my wife back in the day." I frowned. "This was payback? " He shook his head. "No way. Lauren's stunning, and I'm hooked. Same deal with you and my wife, right? You couldn't resist her." I sighed, "Yeah, I was in love with her. Always will be."

I'll start by saying that my husband, Caleb, and I, Mia, started going out when we were 18. I'm short, about 5'2", with a tiny waist, full hips, and a round, perky ass that always drew stares. My curves made guys do double-takes, and I wasn't shy about it. We lived in Denver, and early on, we'd sneak away for sex whenever we got the chance. I loved going down on him, swirling my tongue until he couldn't hold back, sometimes begging him to finish on my breasts or, when I was feeling wild, in my mouth. We'd find an empty house - his place or mine - and lose ourselves in each other. When we tied the knot at 19, our sex life was electric. I was game for anything Caleb wanted, and he had a knack for keeping things spicy. After our first son came along, we relocated to Caleb's rural hometown for a job he landed. There, we started chilling with Caleb's old crew. During sex, he'd whisper fantasies about me hooking up with one of his buddies. It wasn't something I'd ever thought about, but in the heat of the moment, I'd moan a yes to keep things going. Afterward, I'd tease him, saying he was out of his mind. Years went by, we had two more kids, and he kept bringing it up. We subscribed to a streaming service with adult channels, watching scenes of women with multiple guys. He'd ask if I'd be into that, and it always led to mind-blowing sex. We later moved to a new house, right next door to Caleb's best friend, Lucas, and his wife. Our homes shared a front deck and a backyard for parking, so we saw them constantly. Lucas was always a gentleman, but I caught his eyes lingering on me, especially when I wore tight leggings that hugged my ass. Caleb kept nudging me about being with two guys at once. One night, I admitted I'd try it, and when he asked who, I said Lucas. I'd noticed Lucas staring at my curves, his gaze heavy with want. Time passed, and one evening, I heard Caleb and his friends, including Lucas, roll in from a night out. They were laughing in the living room. Caleb popped into our bedroom, and I said I was grabbing water for the kids' bottles. He kissed me and said, - Go for it. - Then he headed back. The kitchen was past the living room, so I'd have to walk through. I was 25, wearing a tight pair of spandex shorts that rode up just below my cheeks and a cropped tank top, no bra. My breasts, still heavy from recently weaning, bounced slightly as I moved. When I stepped into the living room, Lucas was sprawled on the couch. My stomach fluttered, but I smiled and said hi, heading to the kitchen. I filled a jug with water and walked back. As I passed, Caleb grabbed me from behind, his arms around my waist, and murmured, - Got a little surprise for you. - I glanced at Lucas, giggling nervously. My nipples poked through the thin fabric, and Lucas's eyes were glued to them. Caleb turned to Lucas and asked, - What do you think of Mia? - Lucas, catching my shy grin, said, - She's stunning, man. Absolute fire. - Caleb leaned into my ear, - Want to do this with both of us? - My heart raced, but I was curious. Looking at Lucas, I asked, - Does he want to? Am I his type? - Lucas nodded fast, - Fuck yeah, you are. - Caleb's lips grazed my neck as he slid my tank top up, baring my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and Lucas stared, his breath catching. I gave a small smile, and that was all he needed. He stood, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my sensitive nipples before he leaned down, sucking one into his mouth. Sparks shot through me. Caleb kept kissing my neck, his hands gripping my hips, pressing himself against my ass. I moaned, overwhelmed by Lucas's warm mouth and Caleb's familiar touch. Lucas pulled back, his eyes dark, and kissed me, his tongue exploring mine. His hand slipped between my thighs, finding me already soaked through my shorts. I reached out, palming both their hard-ons through their jeans, the thrill of touching another man making my head spin. Lucas sank back onto the couch, and I dropped to my knees, fumbling with his belt in my eagerness. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, not quite hard yet - maybe nerves - but gorgeous. Unlike Caleb's, which had a slight curve, Lucas's was straight and heavy. I teased the tip with my tongue, tasting his saltiness, then licked slowly along the shaft, feeling it stiffen under my touch. When it was rock-hard, I took him deep, my lips stretching around his girth, bobbing slowly, savoring the way he filled my mouth. His low groan told me I was doing it right. As I worked Lucas, Caleb knelt behind me, tugging my shorts down. My ass was in the air, and he spread me open, his cock sliding into my dripping pussy. I moaned around Lucas's cock, the vibration making him curse softly. Caleb thrust steadily, each push rocking me forward, driving Lucas deeper into my throat. The dual sensation - being fucked while sucking another man - was dizzying. They didn't last long, the intensity too much. Caleb came first, his hot release flooding me, and moments later, Lucas gripped my hair, groaning as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed, the taste new and thrilling, then licked my lips, catching Lucas's stunned gaze. With a smirk, I stood, pulled my shorts up, and looked at Caleb. - That what you had in mind? - I said, then sauntered back to bed. That night marked the start of me becoming their shared fantasy. Days later, I told Caleb I felt weird facing Lucas, worried he'd judge me. Caleb said Lucas thought I was incredible but had been nervous, which explained his quick finish. He added that Lucas wanted more - and wanted to fuck me. I asked, - You cool with him fucking me? - He grinned, - If you want it, hell yeah. - I wanted it bad, so I let things play out. The next weekend, Caleb and Lucas went out with friends, leaving me and Lucas's wife, Tara, at home. Tara and I were polite but not tight. They got back around 11 p.m., parking quietly in our shared backyard to avoid Tara's notice. Caleb had texted me to wear a black lace thong I rarely used, paired with tiny denim shorts and a loose tee, no bra. I joined them in the living room, sipping beers, the air thick with tension. Lucas's eyes roamed my body, and Caleb teased, - Like the view, man? - pulling me up to stand in front of them. Lucas stood, wrapping me in his arms, kissing me deeply, his hands squeezing my ass. He peeled off my shirt, kissing down my neck to my breasts, sucking my nipples until I gasped. He tugged my shorts and thong down, dropping to his knees, his tongue finding my clit. He licked with slow, deliberate strokes, circling my sensitive bud, then sucking gently, sending shivers through me. My knees buckled, but he held me steady, his fingers slipping inside, curling against my G-spot. I came hard, trembling, my moans louder than I meant. I pushed him onto the couch, unzipping his jeans, his cock already throbbing. I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum, then sucking deeply, my hand stroking what I couldn't fit. He groaned, hips bucking. I climbed onto him, straddling his lap, and guided his cock to my entrance. I sank down slowly, gasping as his thickness stretched me, filling me in a way Caleb didn't. I rode him, my hips grinding, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me down harder. His cock hit deep, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me. Caleb watched, stroking himself, his eyes burning with lust. Lucas flipped me onto the couch, my legs over his shoulders, and pounded into me, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. The mix of pain and pleasure made me cry out, my nails digging into his back. He fucked me like he was claiming me, his cock driving deeper than I thought possible. After what felt like forever, he groaned, his hot cum pulsing inside me, filling me up. I shuddered, my own orgasm crashing over me, my pussy clenching around him. Lucas pulled out, and Caleb was on me instantly, flipping me onto my knees. He thrust into me, my pussy slick with Lucas's cum, the sensation filthy and intoxicating. I sucked Lucas's softening cock, tasting our mixed juices, while Caleb fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips. He came fast, adding his cum to the mess inside me. I collapsed, panting, cum dripping down my thighs. - You two are fucking wild, - I said, laughing, then cleaned up and headed to bed. Caleb joined me later, asking if I loved it, and fucked me again, his cock swelling inside me as he relived the night. He came hard, whispering how much he loved sharing me. We passed out, spent. After that, Caleb would ask during sex if I wanted Lucas again. I said yes, as long as he wasn't jealous. He swore it was just sex, and it became a ritual. When they came back from nights out, they'd turn me into their slut, fucking me senseless. We got better, moving like a practiced trio. One night, as I rode Lucas, Caleb lubed my ass, his fingers stretching me before he slid in. The fullness was intense, a sharp sting melting into pleasure. Lucas fucked my pussy, his cock thick and relentless, while Caleb pumped my ass, their rhythms syncing. I felt their cocks rubbing through the thin wall inside me, driving me wild. I moaned, lost in it, as Lucas kissed me, his tongue in my mouth. Caleb came first, his hot cum flooding my ass, and I kept riding Lucas, my orgasm building until I screamed, his cum spilling into my pussy as I shook. I'd had a tubal ligation, so no worries about pregnancy. Caleb had fucked my ass before, but double penetration was next-level. I got used to it, craving the way they filled me, moving like a porn star, taking them both until they emptied inside me. Caleb always finished first, then watched Lucas fuck me in every position, cumming deep. Then Caleb would take me again, sliding through Lucas's cum, and finish. I leaned into being their slut, letting Lucas have me however he wanted. Knowing Tara didn't get this side of him made it hotter. For two years, whenever they could, Lucas would slip over, and they'd ravage me. When Caleb was away for work, he'd tell Lucas to "look after me." Lucas would text, and I'd meet him in the backyard, careful not to alert Tara. I'd wear leggings and a bralette, my nipples hard in the night air. In the shadows, I'd suck his cock, deep-throating him until he groaned, then bend over the car, my leggings yanked down. He'd fuck me hard, his cock slamming into me, my muffled moans swallowed by the dark. He'd whisper how he loved making me his, and I'd cum knowing I was draining him dry. This lasted until we moved back to Denver for Caleb's job. Over the six years in his hometown, Lucas visited a couple times a year. For those nights, I'd be their slut, wearing fishnets and a corset, letting them fuck me every way they wanted. I'd send Lucas naughty pics, and when Caleb saw them, he'd fuck me senseless, saying he wanted to watch me with someone new. Eventually, his cousin talked me into it, but that's another story.

I stirred from an afternoon doze in our quiet suburban home, catching the low hum of my mother-in-law's voice as she chatted with her old friend, Diane, in the living room. Their words drifted through the open window, and I couldn't help but listen. She was saying: The kids are so good to me, honestly. I know I'm in the way here, but with my savings gone, where else can I turn? Some days, it gets to me - like when I hear them in their bedroom, lost in each other. The passion in their lovemaking is so intense, it stirs something in me, makes me ache to join them. My daughter, Lila, must be in bliss, judging by the way her moans spill out, barely hushed so I won't notice. And if that weren't enough to set me on edge, something happened that I need to share - but Diane, please, this stays between us. About ten days ago, I caught my son-in-law, Caleb, stark naked. He'd left the laundry room door ajar after a shower, and there he was, towel in hand. Let me tell you, his cock was striking - long, thick, even soft. The sight of it burned into me, and now I dream of it filling me, night after night. I envy Lila so much. That day, I was so overwhelmed I had to slip away and pleasure myself for ages to calm the fire in me. Oh, Nancy, I can only imagine the torment of seeing that and not being able to touch it, to explore it. I feel guilty even saying it, but sometimes I want to beg Caleb to take me like he takes Lila. Just once, to relive that rush, that raw joy of sex. Why not try? Flirt a little. If you're careful, Lila won't know. You're right, but I'm terrified. She's my daughter - it's wrong, and my conscience gnaws at me. What if he turns me down and tells her? It'd tear everything apart. Don't be foolish. Men are rarely shy about these things, and you're still a catch, Nancy. You've kept yourself in shape - it'd be a pity not to let yourself feel alive again. Maybe. If the moment feels right, I might take the plunge. You can't imagine how much I crave him since that glimpse. It's in my dreams, every single night. This conversation unfolded in our home, where Nancy, my mother-in-law, had moved in after her divorce left her broke. With no kids of our own, we had the space, though I'd hesitated before agreeing. At 55, she was striking - always meticulous about her appearance, with a figure that, as Diane suggested, could still turn heads. I waited a bit before stepping out to say hello, acting oblivious. I did catch Diane's not-so-subtle glance at my jeans, her eyes lingering with curiosity. Days later, Nancy's words still echoed in my mind, shifting how I saw her. I'd always noted her beauty for her age, but I'd never considered her sexually - until now. Her confession lit a spark of desire, and I resolved to act on it. The opportunity came when Lila, a veterinarian, left for a three-week conference out of state. I didn't wait long. The first night alone, I planned my approach. After a light dinner and some idle TV, we retreated to our rooms. I gave it a few minutes, assuming Nancy was settling in, and, stroking myself to full arousal, I slipped into her bedroom. Nancy, I think I overdid it at the gym today - my back's killing me, - I said, easing onto the bed beside her, my bulge evident through my shorts. That's strange. You didn't mention it earlier, - she said, her gaze flicking to my crotch, where my cock strained against the fabric. Mind if I rest here a bit? Maybe a quick rub would help, - I said, keeping my tone casual. You sure? Or is it Lila's hands you're missing? - she teased, her eyes still locked on me. Yours would do just fine, - I said, guiding her hand to my lower back, encouraging her to knead the muscle. If it doesn't ease up, I can get you some liniment, - she offered, but her focus remained on my erection, now impossible to ignore. I didn't let her derail me. I slid closer, pressing my thigh against hers, letting her feel the heat of my arousal through the thin fabric. Caleb, what's this about? - she asked, her voice wavering. Just feeling close to you. It's soothing, - I said, pulling her gently against me, my cock brushing her hip. Are you out of your mind? - she whispered, but there was no real protest in her tone. Not at all, - I said, my hand grazing her breast, thumb circling her nipple through her nightgown. Stop, please - what are you doing? - she said, but her body leaned into my touch. I'm feeling you, Nancy. I'm worked up, - I said, taking her hand and placing it on my cock, letting her feel its weight. This is too much. I'm your mother-in-law, - she said, but her fingers curled around me, hesitant yet curious. No games, Nancy. I heard you talking to Diane - how you've been dreaming about this. I'm here to make it real, - I said, my voice low, certain. You eavesdropped? And now you're using it against me? - she said, but her grip tightened. I'm not using anything. I'm giving us what we both want. Let's make tonight unforgettable, - I said, sliding her nightgown up her thighs, my fingers brushing her panties, finding them already damp. Her conversation with Diane had stripped away her defenses. She didn't deny her desire, couldn't, and the air between us crackled with it. I leaned in, kissing her softly at first, then deeper, my tongue coaxing hers into a dance. She sighed, melting into me, her resistance gone. That kiss unleashed everything. I tugged the nightgown over her head, revealing her full breasts, nipples stiff under my gaze. I moved down, kissing her stomach, her thighs, until I reached her panties. She lifted her hips as I peeled them off, exposing her pussy - glistening, framed by soft curls. I parted her thighs, my breath hot against her skin, and began. My tongue traced her outer lips, slow and deliberate, savoring her tangy sweetness. She shivered, a soft moan escaping as I dipped deeper, lapping at her inner folds, her clit swelling under my touch. I sucked gently, then harder, feeling her hips buck against my mouth. My fingers joined in, one circling her entrance, then slipping inside, curling to find that sensitive spot. Her walls clenched around me, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Oh, God, Caleb - this is too much, - she gasped, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. We're just starting, - I murmured against her skin, my tongue flicking her clit in quick, relentless strokes. I worked her thoroughly, my mouth and fingers in sync, drawing out every shudder, every gasp. Her first orgasm hit like a wave, her body arching, a muffled cry breaking free as she clamped her thighs around my head. Her juices coated my lips, and I drank her in, unrelenting, pushing her toward another peak. I slid a second finger inside, pumping slowly, while my tongue circled her clit, now hypersensitive. She writhed, her breaths ragged, until another climax tore through her, her voice raw with pleasure. Fuck, Caleb - I've never... please, don't stop, - she panted, her body trembling under me. I eased up, kissing her thighs, letting her catch her breath. But I wasn't done. I moved back up, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her hands roamed my chest, hungry, and I knew she was ready for more. Time for the next part, - I said, stepping away briefly to grab a small bag from my room - a vibrator and a sleek dildo, toys Lila and I had used to great effect. What's that? - she asked, eyes wide but curious. Just a little something to spice things up, - I said, grinning. You're wild, - she said, but her voice was thick with anticipation. I want this to blow your mind, Nancy, - I said, climbing back onto the bed. I spread her legs again, switching on the vibrator and pressing it to her clit. The low hum made her gasp, her body jolting as the sensations hit. She squirmed, biting her lip, her moans filling the room. I kept the vibrator steady, watching her face contort with pleasure, then leaned down to suck her nipples, rolling them between my lips, grazing them with my teeth. Her breasts were soft, heavy, and her reactions - sharp gasps, arched back - drove me wild. Her hand found my cock, stroking me with urgency, nearly pushing me over the edge. Slow down, or I'll lose it, - I warned, pulling back to focus on her. I replaced the vibrator with the dildo, easing it into her pussy, inch by inch. She was soaked, and it slid in smoothly, her walls gripping it as I thrust it gently. Her moans deepened, her hips rocking to meet each motion. I leaned in, sucking her clit while working the dildo, the dual assault making her scream, her third orgasm crashing through her, her body shaking violently. Caleb, I can't - it's too good, - she cried, her voice breaking. You're doing amazing. Now it's my turn, - I said, tossing the toys aside. She lay on her back, legs spread, her pussy glistening with arousal. I lifted her ankles to my shoulders, positioning my cock at her entrance. I teased her first, rubbing the head along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, before pushing in slowly. She was tight, her walls hugging me as I filled her, inch by inch. Easy, Caleb - you're so big, - she whispered, her hands gripping the sheets. I've got you. Just feel it, - I said, moving deliberately, letting her adjust. Oh, it's - it's filling me up, - she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. I set a slow rhythm, savoring the heat of her, the way her pussy pulsed around me. Her moans grew louder, her hips meeting my thrusts, urging me deeper. I leaned down, kissing her neck, her breasts, as I picked up the pace, driving into her with steady force. Her nails raked my back, her breaths hitching. I'm close - fuck, Caleb, - she gasped, her body tensing. Let it go, - I said, thrusting harder, feeling her tighten around me. She came with a scream, her pussy clenching my cock, pulling me with her. I groaned, my own release hitting, spilling into her in hot, pulsing waves. We collapsed, breathless, tangled in each other. I slid my fingers into her dripping pussy, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them eagerly, her eyes locked on mine, a silent promise of more. We cleaned up in the bathroom, but I wasn't finished. I grabbed some lube, knowing what I wanted next. Back in bed, we lay spooning, my cock already stirring against her ass. I kissed her neck, my hand cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple, while my other hand roamed her curves, slipping between her cheeks. I lubed a finger and circled her anus, easing it in gently. Caleb, you're not - not there, are you? - she said, tensing. Trust me. It'll feel incredible, - I said, adding a second finger, working her open. I'm nervous - it's so big, - she said, but her body relaxed, yielding. I'll go slow. You'll love it, - I promised, stretching her carefully. When she was ready, I positioned her on her stomach, pillow under her hips. I lubed my cock and pressed the tip against her anus, pushing past the resistance with care. She gasped, clutching the sheets, but I whispered for her to breathe, holding still until she nodded. I moved deeper, the lube easing my way, until I was buried in her tight, hot ass. It's - intense, - she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. You're perfect, - I said, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing a whimper from her. I handed her the vibrator, guiding it to her clit. She hesitated, then pressed it against herself, the buzz amplifying her moans. I fucked her ass steadily, feeling her body respond, her pussy clenching through the thin wall separating us. The vibrator pushed her over the edge again, her orgasm ripping through her, her ass tightening around me until I couldn't hold back, cumming hard, filling her with a low groan. We lay there, spent, until dawn broke, and she stirred, her hand finding my cock again, stroking lazily. Still want more? - I teased, already hardening. After last night? I need to worship this, - she said, sliding down to take me in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me, tongue swirling, sucking with a hunger that drove me wild. She worked me expertly, hands and mouth in tandem, until I was throbbing, desperate. I pulled her up, flipping her onto her side, and entered her pussy from behind, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. We came together, a final, shattering climax that left us limp. Morning came, and I rushed to work, but not before catching Nancy on the phone with Diane: You were right, Diane - it happened. He came to my room, said he was sore, and next thing I knew, he was touching me. I tried to resist, but he'd heard us talking, and I couldn't hold back. Was it good? God, I've never felt so alive. His cock - it's a dream... I didn't like that she'd shared our secret, but there'd be time to address it. For now, we had weeks ahead to explore every desire - and we did, in ways that left us both reeling. Even Diane got a taste, thanks to her nudging.

I'd never felt more electric, my body humming with a restless heat that seemed to grow stronger every day. I'd started giving myself over to my husband's friends with an ease that surprised even me, and the kicker? My husband, Ethan, didn't just know - he loved it. He'd nudge me toward them with a sly grin, thrilled by the way I'd come alive under their hands, his quiet pride fueling my fire. My boldness was hitting new heights. I'd slip into slinky outfits - short skirts, plunging tops - and strut through town, soaking up the way men's eyes raked over me. Their low whistles and muttered compliments about my legs or the swell of my chest only made me arch my back more, hips swinging like a pendulum. Ethan egged it on, whispering how hot I looked, how much he loved watching me tease the world. That hunger in me kept swelling, and soon I wasn't just waiting for chances - I was making them. That's how I met Ryan, a lean, tattooed mechanic who rolled into our lives when Ethan invited him over to fix up an old bike. He showed up with a couple of buddies, but they faded into the background the second I saw him - gritty, confident, with hands that looked like they could break or build anything. His friends were decent enough, rough around the edges and loud, but Ryan had this quiet intensity that hooked me. It started at a backyard barbecue Ethan threw - nothing fancy, just beers, burgers, and a bonfire crackling under a wide summer sky. Ryan caught my eye the moment he walked in, and I could tell he felt it too - his gaze lingered, dark and deliberate, stripping me bare even through my tight denim shorts and cropped tank. We didn't get much time to talk at first, too many people milling around, but as the night deepened and the crowd thinned, he ended up sprawled in a lawn chair near us, his buddies flanking him. Ethan knew them all from the garage, and they fit right in, laughing too loud and slugging back beers. I felt their stares all night - three pairs of eyes tracking me like wolves, but Ryan's hit different, heavy and unapologetic. I'd ditched my bra that evening, letting the thin cotton of my top cling to my breasts, nipples pebbling under the cool air and their attention. They'd mutter to each other, smirking over the fire's roar, and I'd pretend not to notice, bending a little too far to grab a drink, giving them a show. Ethan ran inside for more ice, and Ryan didn't waste a second. "You're something else, Sarah, " he said, voice rough like gravel. "Prettiest thing here - Ethan's got no idea how lucky he is to have you. And that body? Fuck, you're killing me." I smirked, tossing my hair, and purred a coy, "Thanks, glad you think so." The real spark came later - stumbling across the uneven yard in my wedge sandals, one heel catching in the dirt. Ryan was there fast, steadying me, and I looped my arms around his neck, pressing close. His body was hard, warm, radiating a raw strength that made my breath hitch. I wanted him right then, and I knew he sensed it, but he just guided me back to my chair, leaving me buzzing. The night stretched on, beers piling up - Ethan, Ryan, and the other two knocking them back while I sipped a vodka soda, the alcohol loosening me up, making me reckless. Ryan wasn't moving fast enough, so I took the reins - caught his eye across the fire and gave him a slow, filthy smile, tipping my head toward the shadows beyond the yard. He'd been watching me nonstop, so he got up, casual as hell, and asked if I wanted to "stretch my legs." Ethan, half-drunk and grinning, waved me off. "Go wander, babe, have fun." I didn't need telling twice - I followed Ryan past the glow of the bonfire, out where the trees swallowed the light. Under the moon's faint wash, I found him waiting near the edge of the woods, leaning against an oak. The second I got close, he yanked me in, mouth crashing into mine - hot, urgent, tasting of beer and smoke. His hands slid down, cupping my ass through my shorts, squeezing hard as he rasped, "This ass, Sarah - been thinking about it all night." He tugged at the hem, shoving the denim up to graze my bare skin, fingers brushing the lacy edge of my thong. I moaned soft, already soaked, and he grinned against my lips, sliding a hand around to dip beneath the fabric, finding me wet and ready. Two thick fingers pushed inside, slow at first, then curling deep, making my knees buckle as I gasped into his shoulder. I dragged him deeper into the trees, where the shadows hid us completely. He didn't wait - spun me around, yanked my shorts and thong down in one rough pull, and dropped to his knees. His breath hit my thighs, then his tongue - hot and relentless - licked a slow stripe up my slit, parting me open. He gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his face, and I bit my lip to keep quiet, the wet sounds of him lapping at me mixing with the distant hum of the party. His tongue flicked my clit, then plunged inside, fucking me with it as his hands kneaded my cheeks, spreading me wider. My legs shook, pleasure coiling tight, and I came hard, grinding against his mouth, slickness dripping down his chin. He stood, wiping his jaw, and growled, "My turn - get that mouth on me." I turned, fumbling with his belt, freeing him - his cock sprang out, thick and veined, the tip glistening. I wrapped my lips around it, taking him deep, tongue swirling as I sucked, relishing the way he groaned, hips jerking. But I needed more - pulling off, I looked up, voice raw, "Fuck me, Ryan. Ethan doesn't give it to me like I need - please, just do it." He didn't hesitate - spun me back around, bent me over against a tree, my hands bracing the bark. He kicked my legs apart, lined himself up, and thrust in - hard, deep, stretching me with a burn that made me cry out. His hands clamped my hips, and he set a brutal pace, each slam rocking me forward, my breasts bouncing free as my top rode up. The woods swallowed my moans as he pounded me, his cock hitting spots that made my vision blur. My body tightened, slick and trembling, and I came again, clenching around him, drenching him. He growled, flipping me to face him, lifting one leg over his arm - my shorts still tangled at my ankles - and tugged my tank down, exposing my chest. His mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing as he thrust back in, slower now but deeper, letting me feel every inch. I clawed his back, another orgasm ripping through me as he tensed, then erupted - hot, thick spurts filling me, spilling out as he kept moving, milking every drop. We broke apart, panting, his cum trickling down my thigh. I scrambled to fix myself - yanked my shorts up, stuffed my breasts back into my top - praying the dark hid the mess. "Give me my thong, " I hissed, but he pocketed it with a smirk. "Gotta get back, " I muttered, and he nodded, slapping my ass as I bolted toward the firelight. Ethan was slumped in a chair, laughing with Ryan's buddies, too gone to notice me slip in. They shot me knowing looks, though, lips twitching like they'd heard every sound. Ryan strolled back minutes later, playing it cool, but our glances burned - secret, smug, electric. He asked me to "wander" again later, whispering he wanted me to ditch with him. I ached to, but Ethan was still there, a blurry obstacle. "Wait outside, " I finally said. "I'll handle him." Ryan said his goodbyes, but Ethan - wasted and clingy - dragged him back, slurring, "Come crash at ours, man! " The buddies bailed, and I drove us home, Ethan sloshed in the passenger seat, Ryan behind me, his eyes on me in the rearview. At the house, Ethan flopped onto the couch, and Ryan pounced - hands on my ass as I bent for glasses, Ethan oblivious, yelling, "More drinks, babe! " In the kitchen, Ryan pinned me against the counter, kissing my neck, then my mouth, rough and greedy. "Gonna fuck you proper now, " he rasped, "that tight little pussy's mine." I squirmed, half-protesting, but my body betrayed me - wet, ready. Back in the living room, Ethan poured shots, and I drank deep, the room spinning as Ryan pulled me close, grinding against me to the music I'd cranked up. Ethan stumbled off to piss, and I dragged Ryan back to the kitchen - his hands were under my shorts in seconds, fingers plunging deep, thumb circling my clit till I whimpered. We froze at the toilet flush, scrambling apart. I danced with Ethan next, grinding shamelessly, letting Ryan watch my body move. Ethan collapsed soon after, and I poured him another shot, willing him to black out. He waved it off - "I'm done" - and Ryan faked a goodbye. At the door, I begged, "Stay - wait in the yard." He did. I fussed with dishes, giving Ethan time to crash upstairs, then slipped into a sheer red teddy, stockings hugging my thighs. Out in the dark, Ryan stripped me bare save the lace, growling, "Bedroom - now." I led him to the guest room, sprawling on the sheets, legs wide. He shed his clothes, revealing every hard line of him, and climbed over me. His mouth started at my throat, slow, wet kisses trailing to my ears, then my lips - his tongue diving deep, claiming me. Hands roamed my breasts, squeezing, thumbs flicking my nipples stiff before he sucked them, rolling them between his teeth till I arched, gasping. His kisses slid lower, over my stomach, then between my thighs - I spread wider, dripping as his tongue traced my folds, teasing my clit with soft flicks before plunging inside, lapping at my core. I locked my legs around his head, grinding, and he groaned into me, sucking harder till I shattered, soaking his face. We flipped - he on his back, me swallowing his cock, lips stretching around him as I bobbed, tongue tracing the veins, tasting him. I climbed atop, sinking onto him, riding slow at first, then fast - his hands gripped my ass, spreading me as he thrust up, hitting deep. My breasts bounced, and he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking as I clenched, cumming again. He flipped me onto my knees, entering hard - each thrust a wet, slapping rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips. He pulled out, teased my ass with the tip, then pushed in - slow, agonizing, stretching me till I groaned, pain melting into pleasure. He fucked me there, deep and deliberate, building me up till I came again, trembling, and he followed, filling me hot and thick. We collapsed, smoked, and I sent him off with a promise of more - Ethan snoring upstairs, none the wiser. My body ached, marked, alive - and I knew I'd crave him again.

Everything shifted in our quiet suburban home. For years, I'd suppressed my desire to dress boldly, but now, with my husband Tom's encouragement, I embraced it fully. He'd come with me on shopping trips, his eyes lighting up as we picked out clothes that screamed sex - tight little dresses that hugged my curves, miniskirts so short they barely covered my ass, lacy lingerie that teased more than it hid, strappy heels that made my legs look endless, and perfumes that clung to the air like a promise. My closet became a playground of seduction, and Tom couldn't get enough of it. He'd run his hands over my toned thighs, smack my round backside, and cup my perky breasts, urging me to flaunt every inch of myself - my sultry hazel eyes, my pouty lips, all of it. It didn't stop at clothes. Three nights a week, I'd slip into the arms of my lovers, and Tom was all for it. He knew about Derek, the rugged mechanic I'd confessed to sleeping with, and he'd seen Nick take me in our own living room one night, hiding in the shadows as Nick pinned me to the couch. But he hadn't caught wind of the filthy afternoons I'd spent with Sean and Tyler - two guys who'd left me trembling and sore, and who I'd be seeing again soon. Tom started watching more often. One night, he pushed me to invite Derek over. "Tell him I'm out of town, " he said, smirking, though he had no intention of leaving. I called Derek, and when he arrived - tall, broad, smelling of motor oil - Tom slipped out the back, only to circle around and peer through the blinds. I led Derek to our bedroom, my heart pounding as I peeled off my dress. He didn't waste time - his rough hands yanked my thong aside, and he bent me over the bed, his thick cock stretching me open with one brutal thrust. I gasped, my fingers clawing the sheets as he fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. Sweat beaded on my skin as he gripped my hair, pulling my head back while he pounded deeper, grunting like an animal. I came fast, my pussy clenching around him, and he followed, flooding me with heat. Tom saw it all - the way Derek owned me, the way I moaned like a slut - and it only made him hungrier. I wasn't working then. I'd married Tom at 18, dropping out of college, but he'd pushed me to go back and finish my nursing degree. At school, guys noticed me - my tight jeans and low-cut tops made sure of that - but none of them sparked that deep, primal shiver I craved. Until one day, leaving class, I heard a familiar voice call, "Lydia! " I turned, and there was Ben - my high school sweetheart, now 23, same as me. He'd filled out, his arms thick with muscle, his jaw sharp. I still looked young, my style a mix of sweet and slutty - ponytail high, skirt short, lips glossy. We hugged, and I felt his eyes roam my body, lingering on my ass and the swell of my chest. Men stared at me everywhere - catcalls on the street, whispers in the halls - and Ben was no exception. He invited me for coffee that day, and I said yes. We talked for hours, the tension building. Soon, he was at school all the time, waiting for me. One evening, he suggested beers in his dad's old pickup. I climbed in, and we drove to a wooded spot off the highway, the air thick with dusk and desire. Inside the cab, he leaned in, his lips crashing into mine. I pushed back at first, murmuring, "I'm married, " but his tongue silenced me, hot and insistent. My resistance melted as he unhooked my bra, freeing my tits. His mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hand shoved up my skirt. His fingers found my soaked slit, plunging in, curling against my walls as I whimpered, my hips bucking against him. He begged to take me somewhere private, but I played coy, whispering, "Maybe next time, " though I knew I'd cave soon. Two weeks passed without Derek or Nick, and I was antsy. I told Tom about Ben, lying that he'd asked me out for Friday. Tom's cock twitched at the thought - he got off on me being fucked senseless. That night, I called Ben, purring that Tom would be gone all weekend. He got the hint. Friday, Tom teased me mercilessly - kissing my neck, grinding against me, slipping just the tip inside before pulling out, leaving me dripping and desperate. "You might get pregnant, running around like this, " I teased. His eyes darkened, his dick throbbing as he growled, "Plenty of room for more." He dressed me up - black garter belt, sheer stockings, a red bra and thong set, a crimson dress that barely reached my thighs, and stilettos. I was a walking wet dream. Tom dropped me at the bar, slipping inside first to watch from a corner booth. I strutted in, heads turning, but Ben's gaze burned hottest. He stood, aiming for a peck, but I grabbed his face and kissed him deep, my tongue dancing with his. We drank, his hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing the edge of my thong. After a few rounds, he was shameless - kissing me like he owned me, his tongue fucking my mouth while his fingers slipped under the lace, rubbing my clit in slow, maddening circles. I was drenched, my hand squeezing his bulge, feeling how big he'd gotten. "Ben, baby, come with me, " I breathed, leading him to the men's room. I stepped in first, but he followed, too horny to wait. He dragged me into a stall, yanked my thong down, and spun me around. His cock sprang free - long, thick, veins pulsing - and he hiked my leg up, slamming into me with a groan. My pussy stretched around him, slick and tight, as he fucked me against the wall, each thrust jolting my whole body. His hands dug into my ass, spreading me wider as he drilled deeper, my moans echoing off the tiles. I came hard, my walls spasming, milking him until he grunted and unloaded, his cum spilling out as he pulled back. I wiped myself with the thong, ditched it, and we stumbled out - me bare under the dress, him smug, both of us insatiable. I signaled Tom discreetly, then ducked back to the bathroom. He met me, eyes wild. "We fucked in there - it was insane, " I panted. "You're a filthy whore, Lydia, " he said, grinning. "Your filthy whore, " I shot back. "Take him home, " he ordered. I rejoined Ben, and though he worried about Tom, I stroked him through his jeans until he agreed. At home, I pushed him against the bedroom wall, grinding on him, my lips hungry. I sank to my knees, freeing his cock - still hard, glistening - and sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down the shaft. He groaned, hands in my hair as I gagged myself on him, spit dripping down my chin. "Other girls suck you this good? " I asked loud enough for Tom to hear from his hiding spot. "Or am I better? " "You're the best, babe, " he rasped. "Whenever you need a slut who'll do anything, I'm here, " I purred. "Tom doesn't fuck me - I need a stud like you." "Fuck, Lydia, I'm close - " "Cum in my mouth! " "No, I want all of you." I stood, stripped naked, and his eyes devoured me - my tits bouncing, my pussy glistening. I climbed onto the bed, spread wide, and begged, "Fuck me, Ben - fill me up! " I parted my lips with my fingers, showing him how wet I was, my clit swollen and aching. He shed his clothes, his cock bobbing as he mounted me, sliding in slow and deep. I felt every inch stretch me, my walls hugging him as he started thrusting, steady and relentless. Tom watched from the closet, silent, as Ben claimed me. I rolled us over, straddling him, sinking down until he hit my core. I rode him slow, savoring the heat, then fast, grinding my clit against his pelvis until I shattered, soaking him with my release. I kept going, lifting and dropping, my pussy sucking him in with every thrust. Then I turned, offering my ass. He grabbed my hips, lined up, and plunged in doggy-style, his cock slamming into me with wet, filthy slaps. My tits swayed, my moans filled the room, and he fucked me senseless, his fingers bruising my skin as I begged for more. He teased my asshole with a finger, and I nearly lost it - electric jolts shooting through me. I wanted him there, but not with Tom watching. "Bathroom, now, " I gasped, leading him there, my ass swaying. In the master bath, I bent over the sink, spreading my cheeks. "Take my ass, baby - Tom never has." He spat on his cock, slicked me up, and pressed in. The head popped past my ring, and I yelped, pain mixing with pleasure as he sank deeper, stretching me wide. He built a rhythm, slow then fast, his thick shaft splitting me open. I clawed the counter, panting, "Harder! " He obliged, ramming me until my ass burned, his balls slapping my pussy. He came with a roar, flooding my guts with cum, the heat seeping through me as I trembled, wrecked. Still hard, he pulled out, flipped me onto the counter, and shoved back into my pussy, his hands mauling my tits, teeth on my nipples. I clawed his back, another orgasm ripping through me as he pounded away, our bodies slick with sweat. He came again, painting my insides, and I locked my legs around him, milking every drop until we collapsed, breathless. I sent him off quick, and Tom emerged, throwing me onto the bed. He buried his face in my wrecked pussy, lapping up Ben's cum, his tongue probing deep. "Fuck me, you bastard! " I screamed, and he did - hard, fast, his cock churning the mess inside me until we both came, a final, shattering release. We lay there, spent, his arms around me as he whispered how much he loved his slut wife. I'd keep giving him what he craved - more men, more filth, more of me.

It was a muggy Thursday night in late June, the air thick with heat that pressed against my skin like a second layer. I'd just finished a tense dinner with my parents - small talk over meatloaf that couldn't mask the undercurrent of old family wounds - when my brother, Nate, suggested we ditch the house for a drink. We were both restless, trapped in that summer limbo where nothing feels enough, so I grabbed my purse and followed him out the door. We took his rusty old Jeep to a roadhouse just beyond the city limits, a weathered joint that had become the go-to spot for anyone looking to escape. The gravel lot crunched under our tires as we parked, and Nate spotted some guys he knew from his construction crew lingering by the door, their laughter cutting through the cicada hum. He told me to head in - he'd catch up after a quick chat. I wasn't in the mood to hear about drywall and overtime, so I gave him a nod and slipped inside. The place was a dim cocoon of flickering bulbs and stale beer, the kind of dive where the jukebox played too loud and the walls held decades of secrets. I moved through it with a quiet confidence - not quite at home, but not lost either. My auburn hair hung in loose curls past my collarbone, catching the light as I walked, and the denim skirt I wore clung to my thighs, paired with a thin white tank top that showed just enough to feel reckless. The bar was alive but not suffocating - clusters of people at tables, some shooting pool with lazy precision, others staring into their drinks like they might find salvation there. I claimed a stool at the counter, ordered a whiskey sour, and let the chaos of voices and clinking glass settle around me like a familiar song. That's when I saw him. He stood at the other end of the bar, one hip against the edge, waiting for the bartender. His dark hair was tousled, like he'd run his hands through it one too many times, and a shadow of stubble traced his jaw. He wore a navy flannel, sleeves rolled to the elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle, and his fingers toyed with a Zippo lighter, flipping it open and shut with a metallic click. When our eyes locked, it was brief but electric - enough to make me look away, pretending my drink needed stirring, though my pulse betrayed me. "Anyone sitting here? " His voice cut through the din, deep and edged with a grin I could hear before I saw it. He was beside me now, a bottle of IPA in hand, his presence warm and unapologetic. I glanced up, letting a beat pass, then smirked. "Not unless you're claiming it." He laughed - a low, rolling sound that hit me square in the chest - and slid onto the stool. "I'm Ryan. Not here to cause trouble, scout's honor." "Doubt you were ever a scout, " I said, tilting my head. "I'm Ellie." Ryan leaned closer, just enough that I caught the scent of cedar and hops on him, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "Ellie, huh? What's a girl like you doing in a dump like this? " "Chasing something, " I said, holding his gaze. No use pretending otherwise - not tonight. Conversation with him was like a current, pulling me in with every sharp quip and easy smile. He had a way of making the room shrink, like it was just us and the hum of the bar. I caught Nate heading our way and flicked my hand to shoo him off. He smirked, reading me like he always could, and settled at the far end with his beer, giving me space. "What's the real story? " Ryan asked, his voice dropping, eyes searching mine. "You don't strike me as the type to just wander in." I sipped my drink, the whiskey biting my tongue before I answered. "Needed to shake things up. This place looked like it might deliver." "It's got its charms, " he said, propping an elbow on the bar. "But it's better with a co-pilot. My rig's out back - no rush to head home." The words hung there, bold and tempting, a spark igniting in my gut. I'd brushed off lines before, but Ryan's came with a weight - his steady stare, the way he didn't flinch. It stirred something wild in me, a hunger I hadn't named until now. But doubts crept in, sharp and insistent. Could I trust this guy, all charm and rough edges? And what about Nate? We'd been tangled up in something dark and unspoken for months - late nights, stolen touches, a secret we buried under sibling banter. Then there was my boyfriend, Cole, who'd joined us once in a fevered, reckless threesome that blurred every line. Cole was away on a work trip, and after days of just Nate's familiar heat, I was unraveling, craving a jolt from outside our twisted little world. "You're not here for small talk, " I said, voice low, testing him. Ryan's grin sharpened. "Neither are you." I nodded toward Nate, playing the game. "That guy over there hit on me earlier. Decent, but solo's not cutting it tonight - I want chaos." Ryan's laugh boomed, unrestrained. "I've got buddies here who'd step up, but I'm betting you'd pick him and me." "Both, " I said, unflinching. He didn't hesitate, just nodded like it was a done deal. I slid off the stool, crossed to Nate, and pitched the plan. He tensed - jealousy flickering - but my insistence wore him down. We'd act like strangers for Ryan's sake, keep the truth locked tight. After snagging condoms from a machine, we spilled into the night, the air a cool slap against my buzzing skin. Ryan's truck - a battered F-150 with chipped red paint - waited in the lot. He took the driver's seat, Nate sprawled in the back, and I rode shotgun, plugging my phone into the aux to blast a gritty rock playlist. The engine growled as we tore off, city lights fading into endless fields and shadowed pines. The cab smelled of motor oil and faint weed, a raw edge that matched the moment. We didn't talk much, the silence thick with intent, each of us coiled and waiting. Ryan turned onto a rutted trail, the truck jolting through woods until we hit a clearing. Moonlight poured down, painting everything in stark silver, and he cut the engine. The stillness was deafening, broken only by the creak of settling metal. "Far enough from prying eyes, " Ryan said, twisting to face me, that grin promising trouble. I nodded, their stares pinning me, the air in the cab turning heavy and hot. "What's the move? " I asked, voice husky. Ryan and Nate shared a glance - some primal code I couldn't crack. Then Ryan's hand grazed my knee, a question in the touch. "What do you want, Ellie? " I met his eyes, lips curving into a slow, daring smile. "Show me what you've got." Ryan's chuckle vibrated through me, stoking the fire in my veins. Nate broke in, voice rough. "She's not one to dive in blind." "You think you've got me figured out? " I shot back, arching a brow, keeping up the charade. "Enough to know you're here for a reason, " Nate said, his gaze steady. "You want it messy." He was right, and I didn't argue. I shifted, the vinyl seat sticking to my thighs, and crossed my legs slow, watching Ryan track the motion. I reveled in it - the control, the way they hovered, drawn in tight. My heart pounded, a wild drumbeat urging me on. Ryan's hand slid up my thigh, deliberate now, pushing under my skirt. His fingers brushed the lace of my panties, then slipped beneath, finding my clit with a precision that ripped a gasp from me. I spread my legs wider, instinctive, heat flooding me as he circled, slow and teasing. "No bolts here, " I breathed, half-laughing through the haze, "but you're working me just fine." His eyes darkened, locked on mine, while Nate's hands roamed my chest, tugging my tank down to palm my breasts through the bra. I arched, caught in their orbit, the dual touch igniting me. "Cramped as hell back there, " I said, nodding at the tight rear seat. "Outside's no picnic either - dirt's a bitch." Ryan caught Nate's eye in the mirror, a silent pact forming. "One then the other, " Ryan said, voice gravelly, fingers still stroking me. "Short bursts - draw it out. Condoms or nothing." "Perfect, " I panted, already sinking into it. Nate muttered something - hating the pretense - but agreed. I kicked off my panties, the denim skirt bunching as I peeled off my tank and bra, baring myself under their hungry stares. Ryan's breath hitched. "Fuck, Nate, she's a goddamn vision." I slithered to the back, straddling the seat as Nate shed his clothes. I rolled a condom onto him, sucking him briefly - wet, messy, just enough to make him groan - before he knelt between my thighs. I braced against the seat, legs splayed, and he pushed in slow, stretching me with every inch until he bottomed out. "Pound her, " Ryan growled from the front, voice thick. "She's built for it." Nate thrust deep, deliberate, his cock filling me as I rocked to meet him. "She's fucking endless, " he said, playing along, "could take more and then some." "I'll fill her up, " Ryan countered, eyes blazing. "Ass too - she's begging for it, aren't you? " "Love it, " I moaned, staring him down, daring him to prove it. Nate's rhythm faltered, too eager, and I tapped him out before he finished. Ryan was ready - stripped, sheathed, swapping in fast. He slammed into me, fierce and unrelenting, a brutal contrast to Nate's measured pace. My nails dug into the seat, body trembling as he drove me higher, every thrust a jolt of raw need. The truck was a pressure cooker, rules dissolving in the heat. Nate's hands kneaded my tits, pinching my nipples hard, while Ryan fucked me senseless. I shattered, screaming their names, thighs quaking as I came, each thrust from Ryan dragging out the bliss until I was begging - wordless, desperate - for more. The music thumped low, a distant pulse under our gasps and groans. "She's a fucking machine, " Ryan rasped, sweat beading on his brow. "Too damn hot in here - let's move." "Was thinking the same, " Nate said, smirking. "Outside's calling." I nodded, dizzy but insatiable - the cab was a furnace, and I needed air. Ryan pulled me out, hand firm around mine, and guided me to the truck's open window. I bent forward, half inside, ass up, the cool metal biting my skin as he pressed behind me. He teased my hole with the tip, slick with lube from the condom, then eased in - slow, deliberate, stretching me until I whimpered, the burn melting into pleasure. "Think you can take it? " he murmured, breath hot on my neck. "Fucking do it, " I growled, pushing back. He thrust, deep and steady, each stroke building a fire that licked up my spine. The night air kissed my bare skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of him, and I came again - harder, louder - clenching around him as he gripped my hips, bruising and perfect. Nate lounged against the hood, watching with that smug grin, loving how I unraveled. "Your shot, " Ryan panted, pulling out. "Tear that ass up." I climbed out, sprawling across the hood, breasts pressed to the cold steel, legs spread just enough. "Now, Nate, " I demanded, voice raw. "Don't make her wait, " Ryan laughed, wiping sweat from his face. "She's a goddamn animal - hungrier than I figured." "Clocked her at the bar, " Nate said, palming my ass before sliding in, slow and thick. "Made for this." I rocked back, taking him deeper, moans spilling out - sharp, wild, echoing through the trees. Ryan watched, eyes locked on where Nate buried himself, the sight fueling me as I moved, chasing every sensation, every shudder. Then it clicked - they hadn't used my mouth yet. I pushed up, tapped Ryan to the hood, and sank my lips around him, sucking hard as Nate kept going. The rhythm synced - Nate's thrusts pushing me onto Ryan, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, drooled, loved every second of it, lost in the filthy perfection. "Fuck, I'm done, " Nate groaned, hips jerking. "She's sucking me dry." "Drown her, " Ryan urged, voice tight. "Let's see it." They switched - Nate at my mouth, Ryan back in my ass. I licked Nate clean as he came, thick and hot, swallowing every drop while Ryan pounded me, chest flush to my back, lips brushing my ear. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, and I whined, caught in the storm of them, every nerve alight. "This what you wanted? " Nate rasped, spilling down my throat, eyes boring into mine. "You tell me, " I gasped, licking him clean. "Your fantasy too? " He just groaned, spent. Ryan spun me around, wild-eyed, shoving me to my knees. He yanked off the condom and thrust into my mouth, hands fisting my hair. "Suck it, you filthy bitch, " he snarled, fucking my face with a fury that left me reeling. The woods closed in - us, the heat, the chaos. His words were fuel, stoking me higher, and I took it all. When he came, it was a flood - hot, bitter, choking me as I swallowed, his growls blending with the wind. The air smelled of pine and sweat, grounding me as my pulse thundered. He stepped back, chest heaving, watching me lick my lips. "You're a fucking menace, " he said, half-laughing, half-serious. "Me? " I grinned, wiping my chin. "You hunted me down. I just wanted a drink - now I'm wrecked, dripping, and loving it." Nate laughed, rough and warm, kissing my neck. "You begged for this." He was right. I pulled him in, kissing him hard, tasting the night on his tongue. He matched me, hands roaming, the woods fading to a hum around us. The stars burned bright, the air cool against our slick skin, and we lingered - quiet, sated, wrapped in the aftermath. Later, sprawled in bed, I thought of Cole. No shame - our deal's wide open. I called him, voice soft, spilling every detail - the truck, the woods, the way I broke apart. He listened, grateful I shared, thrilled I'd burned so bright. That's us - raw, honest, and always chasing the next high.

After my first affair, things weren't the same anymore. My husband, Tom, and I were constantly at each other's throats - him with his endless drinking and me with my nagging. Every day, the distance between us grew wider. The worst part? I couldn't stop craving another taste of infidelity. I kept thinking about Mark and James, their bodies driving me wild, the way they'd enjoyed me and opened my eyes to so much. Three weeks of memories, three weeks of burning desire, three weeks of frustration with Tom, whose bed was now just a place to sleep. It was Saturday morning. The phone rang while I was in the shower, and Tom answered it. I stepped out, wrapped only in a towel, and sat on my bed to dry off. I didn't notice him watching me until he crept up behind me, kissed my neck, and whispered, "You look so good, baby, I can't get enough of you..." I let the towel fall, showing off my bare, sculpted figure. He came closer, kissed me, and started sucking on my breasts. His hand slid down to my slit, a finger slipping inside me. I purred playfully, "I need you, honey, take me..." - brushing my hand over his bulge. He knelt before me and started licking me, getting me wet in an instant. He pressed his hard length against me and, without hesitation, thrust it in deep. I'd hoped for more foreplay, maybe a chance to taste him or feel his fingers elsewhere... but a few quick pumps, and he was done, spilling inside me. I called him out on it, and his response left me cold. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait to get inside you..." - his softening cock still twitched inside me, and I was beyond turned on, but I knew he wouldn't be ready again anytime soon. I almost hit him. I yelled about how selfish he was, letting out all the pent-up resentment I'd been carrying. He stood up, leaving me trembling with anger, and went to shower. Another letdown. I was starving for more, and that idiot just went to wash up. Still fuming, I got dressed. The day was heating up outside, but I was burning with rage inside. I decided to give him one more shot - no underwear, just a seductive plan to reel him back in like the old days. The dress I picked was downright slutty - a thin, short, blue number that clung to me, showing off my legs. When I bent over, it revealed my round, bare ass and smooth, shaved skin below. I made breakfast and called him. He took his time, and when he finally showed up in the dining room, I saw he'd dressed to go out. "Just juice for me, I've got to head out..." - he said it so casually. "I thought you weren't working today..." - I shot back, irritated. "At least eat something, I already made it..." The doorbell rang. While he settled at the table, I went to check who it was. "Good morning, ma'am, I'm here for the boss..." It was Derek, one of the drivers from Tom's construction company. Like the other driver, he was rough around the edges but hot - a total brute, but the kind that got me going. Seeing him up close sent a shiver through me. He was tall, muscular, tanned, with hairy arms - damn, he was something. "You guys heading out? " - I asked, half innocent, half flirty. "Yeah, I think they're checking on a site in Riverton..." "They? " - I tilted my head. "You're not going with him? " "No, ma'am, it's Ray, the other driver, taking him and Mr. Collins." "Here I thought Tom would stick around today. What's a girl supposed to do with such a busy husband, right? Guess I'll be all alone again..." - I smiled slyly, drawing out that last word. I gave him a teasing look, the kind us sexy women know how to wield, and he held my gaze, smirking, "Sounds like a lack of trust, ma'am. That's fixable if you're up for it..." He blatantly stared at my chest as he said it. "You're crazy! " - I laughed, playing the part, turning around and swaying my hips as I walked off. I bet he got hard watching my ass bounce - I caught him adjusting himself out of the corner of my eye. Back inside, I realized I was already wet, partly from Tom's teasing and partly from Derek stirring me up. I went out with Tom to see him off, but my eyes were on Derek, who shook my hand with a loaded, "See you later, ma'am..." - I matched it with a subtle, suggestive grin. Once Tom left, I went back inside, picturing Derek taking me. He seemed like a beast, and the thought made me tremble. But the mess in the house snapped me out of it, and I got to work cleaning. By noon, I was done. I flopped onto the couch, flipped on the TV, and dozed off. The phone jolted me awake - I answered, but they hung up. It was 2 p.m. "Ugh, so lazy, " I muttered. I splashed my face in the bathroom, put on some light makeup, and was at it when the doorbell rang again. "Who now? " I braced myself for some salesman. The phone rang again - another hang-up. Then the doorbell, and this time it was my neighbor. We chatted for five minutes before she left. I showered, planning to visit my mom for the afternoon, but that sounded boring. Instead, I'd call my friend Sarah to grab lunch. I did my makeup again, slipped into a tight red dress - no underwear, of course. I love going out like that, just my vanilla perfume and heels. I checked the mirror - I looked hot, hair loose, with a "come get me" vibe. The doorbell again. "Goddamn, enough already, " I grumbled, stomping over to see who it was. "Hey... how about you let me in? " "Derek! What are you doing here? " - I stammered, flustered. "I came for you! " "You're insane! Get out, someone might see, or Tom could come back..." "Nah, they're halfway to Riverton by now. I'm here to give you what you're begging for, sweetheart..." Before I could protest, he pushed past me into the garage, shut the door, and grabbed my waist. His scruffy, unshaven face pressed close, and he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting wild and raw, while one of his big hands squeezed my ass. I tried to pull away, couldn't, and ended up kissing him back. He grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. In the living room, he kept kissing me, yanked my dress down to free my breasts, and sucked on them while groping me. "I love women like you who skip the panties - hottest damn thing..." - he panted. "When I picked up your husband, I saw you had nothing on under that dress - everything was out there, you little tease..." "But I do wear..." - I started, confused. "Then why's there nothing now, huh? " - he grinned, still kneading my ass. I didn't answer - I loved his boldness, those dirty words that set me off. His hands hiked up my dress, caressing my bare cheeks, eyeing me like a starving man. I could see the thick bulge in his pants and, without thinking, brushed my hand over it. "Take me to bed, I want you to fuck me good..." - I said, throwing caution out the window, dripping with lust. I led him to my room, him smacking my ass the whole way. He stopped, awestruck by how nice it looked. "Damn, what a bed... this where your husband screws you? " I just nodded slightly. "Bet he doesn't satisfy you, huh? Old man like him, and you're still so ripe... Strip for me, baby, I'm dying to have you. Look how hard you've got me! " - he dropped his pants, revealing a massive, veiny cock. His hairy chest and thick shaft made me quiver - my body tightened in anticipation. "Take it all off, sexy..." "You do it..." - I purred, burning up. He peeled off my dress, leaving me naked, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "Keep the heels on - I love fucking sluts in heels, and you've got killer legs..." I was shaking as he stripped me bare, then himself. "What do you like? " "Everything, especially dirty talk and rough treatment - that drives me wild..." - I said, voice thick with want. I knelt, grabbed his cock, and studied it up close - squeezing it, then sucking it deep, loving every second. "Goddamn, you're a filthy one! I love it when a chick sucks me like that - get it sloppy, make it slide in nice..." I obeyed, licking every inch, tasting its strange, briny flavor, coating it with spit. He pulled me up, laid me on the bed face-up, and devoured me with his eyes. I spread my legs, showing off my smooth, open slit. "Fuck, that's a pretty little pussy, Claire - looks tight as hell..." - he growled, running his hand over it. He spread me wide, dove between my thighs, and plunged his tongue inside me, drawing out a moan. I whimpered louder, nearing the edge, until I begged, "Fuck me, Derek, shove it in, please! Give me that cock! " "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, you little slut! " "Do it, I'm on fire! " He grabbed my legs, spread me as far as I'd go, and slammed his cock in deep with one brutal thrust. I screamed - it hurt, but I pulled him closer with my legs, surrendering to this animal tearing me apart and filling me so perfectly. He started pounding me - fast at first, then slow and delicious. He took me however he wanted, and I gave myself up completely. Kissing me, groping me, he kept driving in, sucking my neck and tits without missing a beat. His strong hands gripped my ass, yanking me into each thrust, knowing just how much I loved it. He hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, going deeper still - I was sweating, and he owned me. "You're so fucking tight, you bitch! So damn good - move that ass, baby! " Eyes shut, I let him have me, rocking my hips the way I know men love. I met his thrusts, grinding into him, taking him deeper. He hammered me hard and fast until I exploded, my body clenching around him, milking his cock as I screamed in ecstasy. I gave him my first earth-shaking orgasm, urging him on, "Oh God, you're killing me! Keep going, don't stop! Fuck me hard, Derek, I'm yours, I'm your slut! I'm coming again - more, please, give me everything! " He went wild, slamming into me with all he had, pinning me under his weight, spreading me wide. His stubble scratched my breasts as he bit and sucked my nipples - my heels dug into his ass, begging for more. Another climax ripped through me, my cries letting him know. I wrapped my legs around his waist, fully open, grinding my clit against him until I couldn't take it anymore and squeezed him with everything I had, coming like the whore I am. My nails clawed his back, my tongue tangled with his as I moaned through the best fuck of my life. Finally, his hot load flooded me, but he kept pumping, driving me crazy until his cock softened and my pulsing grip on him faded. I went limp, nearly passing out, while he slowed, collapsing on me, kissing me softly, his tongue finding mine in a tender, sloppy dance with the brute who'd just ravaged me. He rolled off, panting, careful not to crush me, his cock slipping out with a trickle of his cum running down my ass, staining my marital bed - right there, in Tom's room, I'd been fucked like never before, a big "screw you" to him! I was glowing, transformed, smitten with this guy, showing it by cuddling up to him. We lay there, wordless, catching our breath in each other's arms. I got up, feeling his warm cum drip down my thighs, and he pulled me back for more kisses and caresses. "Claire, I want you again, baby..." "Wait, I need the bathroom - I'll be right back..." When I returned, he was standing, his half-hard cock still slick - what a sight! Still naked except for my heels, sweaty and hot, I sauntered over and teased, "Come on, let's go somewhere else..." I led him to Tom's study, perched on the desk, spread my legs, and purred, "Want a taste? I cleaned up nice..." He didn't hesitate, lifting my legs and diving in, licking me while squeezing my ass over Tom's papers and blueprints. "Now sit in the chair - I'm gonna suck you like you've never had..." He plopped into Tom's executive chair, and I went down on him like his personal slut, working his cock until it promised more. "Hang on, I'll be quick - I want you to fuck me until I can't take anymore..." - he stayed put, a bit stunned, watching my ass sway as I headed back to the bedroom. I slipped into a black garter belt, stockings, and my favorite strappy heels - no panties, of course. I dressed up like a sexy exec in a skirt and blouse, did my makeup like a tramp, and doused myself in perfume before strutting back to him. His jaw dropped. "I've always wanted to be the slut my boss fucks - now you're my boss..." - I flashed my ass, hiking up my skirt to frame it with the garters. Playing along, he grinned, "Come here, Claire, I've got something for you to take down..." "Yes, sir..." "What are you waiting for? Sit..." "Where, sir? There's no chair..." "You little tease, you've always wanted to ride a real man - here's your chance! " - he pointed to his throbbing cock. "Oh, sir, you've got me all wrong! I'm a married woman, not some tramp... but since you insist, I'll do it - just don't think less of me. Sitting on your cock doesn't make me a slut..." I circled the desk, and as I sat on his lap - not taking him in yet - he landed a hard smack on my ass. I wiggled against him, teasing, and he groaned, probably never having a woman like me grinding on him, playing his dirty secretary. "Goddamn, Claire, you've got an ass on you - and you smell so fucking good..." "Oh, sir, stop moving - you're poking me with that thing! " "Bet it's been a while since you've been fucked right, huh? " "Yes, sir, my idiot husband can't keep up - he leaves me hanging. You believe that? Sometimes I think he doesn't even want me..." "He's a damn fool, letting an ass like this go to waste - but don't worry, I'll fuck you whenever he doesn't. You're my slut now." "Oh, sir, but you're used to real women - I don't know if I measure up..." "Don't say that, Claire - you're a wild filly starving to be ridden... hell, not a filly, a full-on mare with an ass that needs a hard cock to make it sing! " "Sir, you say the hottest things, but I think you're just flattering me. Look, my boobs aren't as big as I'd like, but my ass? I think it holds its own..." - I thrust my chest out and arched my back. "Claire, you're killing me, and you think you're not enough? Every time I see you, I want to own you - and now that I've got you, you feel how hard you make me, don't you? " "Yes, sir, I feel it digging into me, begging for attention... Don't think I'm ungrateful - let me suck it for you..." - I kept the game going. I went down on him again, giving it my all, then climbed on, sliding his huge cock inside me and riding him slow and sweet, rocking my hips while he groped my ass and sucked my tits spilling out of my blouse. A finger slipped into my tight backdoor, making me moan. "You like it there, don't you, slut? You fuck so good - bet that little hole's nice and snug..." - Derek growled. "I don't know, sir, no one's ever taken me there - it's untouched..." "Don't tell me that, you little tease - I'm gonna break it in right now! " "No, sir, my husband will notice! " - I kept riding him, hotter than ever. "He won't know shit - and if he does, I don't give a fuck. Let him see how a real man handles his whore wife." "No, not that! " - I slid off and moved to the couch. Derek followed, and without another word, I offered my ass, guiding his thick tip to my tight entrance. He spat on it and pushed in - it was agony at first, stretching me painfully, but I urged him on, adjusting to take him. With a final thrust, he buried it all, yanking my hair as I cried out, tears mixing with the filthy pleasure. He pulled back and slammed in again, over and over, until the burn turned delicious. I begged him to stop, but he spanked me hard instead, reddening my cheeks, fucking me raw and wild - and I loved it, craving his brutality. "Harder, fuck my ass! It's yours, take it however you want! " - I screamed, and he did. He pounded me relentlessly, pulling my hips and hair until I nearly passed out from the mix of pain and ecstasy. Finally, I couldn't take more and begged him to stop - he pulled out, leaving me a mess, rushing to the bathroom to clean up the chaos he'd wrought. After washing myself out, I grabbed some cream, soothed my raw skin, and went back to him, offering my ass again. He didn't hesitate, plunging in with one hard thrust - the cream eased it, and he fucked me senseless, fingering my pussy until I came harder than ever, screaming as he unloaded deep inside me. We collapsed, his cum and my mess dripping out, and he kissed my ass, thanking me for the ride. I kissed him back, and we lounged on the couch, making out like lovers. He confessed he'd always wanted me, never dreaming he'd have me like this. I admitted Tom barely touched me anymore, and Derek offered to be my regular fix - I said yes. We showered, ate a late lunch around 4 p.m., and I played the doting wife to him. By 6, he dressed, and I walked him out, sharing a long, sweet kiss. He promised to return whenever Tom was away - I was all in for it, hooked on his roughness. As we lingered, headlights flashed in the distance. Not knowing who it was, he kissed me again and left as I slipped inside. Minutes later, Tom rolled in, reeking of booze. He grabbed my waist, slurring, "I'm back, baby..." - I turned and saw lipstick on his neck, fury boiling over. "At least wipe your neck, you're covered in it! " - I snapped. "Guess your little tramp didn't satisfy you, huh? " He stumbled, wiped it off in the bathroom, and came back. I sat fuming, still sore from Derek, and let him have it. He begged forgiveness, but I was done holding back. "Well, guess what? While you were screwing her, I had a man here - I gave myself to him, right here, today, and he made me feel things you can't anymore..." "You're crazy, you can't say that..." - he whined. "Oh, I can - especially with this ass..." - I smacked it, hiking my skirt to show the garter framing my bare cheeks. "He fucked me however he wanted, and I loved it. He just left - if you'd come sooner, you'd have caught me with him..." He slapped me and stormed to the bedroom, probably seeing the wrecked bed. I cried, expecting the worst for spilling it. He came back, yanked my hair, shoved me down, and dragged me across the floor as I clawed at the rug, toppling the coffee table. Screaming, I took another hit that knocked me flat, then he tore my clothes off and hauled me outside - lucky no neighbors were close enough to hear. After beating the hell out of me, he stormed off, calling me every name in the book. I crawled to bed, passing out in my tattered outfit, waking late at night. I threw on a robe, checked the mirror - bruised chin, puffy eyes from crying. I sipped warm milk, regretting everything with Tom. The damage was done - he knew I'd been with someone else, and I braced for the fallout, never imagining what'd come next...

Unveiling this part of my life feels like peeling back the skin of a fruit I've kept hidden, grown in the shadow of a rigid, judgmental town. I'm spilling secrets here - mine and my husband's - because he's the one who dared me to stop pretending. He's always been loose with the reins on my desires, and what you'll hear proves it. I'm 31 now, and I've got a face and body that turn heads, even if saying so makes me sound full of myself. I tied the knot at 20 with Daniel, a guy older than me by a decade, and our marriage has been a wild ride - a kaleidoscope of lust and discovery that's molded me into someone who hunts pleasure like it's prey. I met Daniel at 20, working late shifts at a diner. He was a regular, all quiet charm and sharp eyes, and within months, I'd ditched my parents' rules to shack up with him. They hated it, but I didn't care. The first few years were a blur of heat - we'd lock ourselves away, tangled in sheets, feeding off each other. He planted seeds of mischief in me, teasing out fantasies where I'd drift into other arms, other beds. He'd murmur names of strangers while we moved together, painting pictures of me as a reckless siren. It was his game, a spark he fanned without knowing it'd catch fire and burn him later. Five years in, the cracks showed. Daniel's drinking had gotten sloppy, and after a shouting match one humid July night, I left him sprawled on the porch and bolted. The air was thick, so I slipped into a cropped tank top, a barely-there skirt, and wedge sandals that clicked with every step. No bra, no plan - just me, the night, and a restless itch. I ended up in a gritty part of town, where neon buzzed over dive bars and warehouses. The streets hummed with strangers, and I let myself drift until I pushed through the door of a low-lit joint, all chipped paint and cigarette haze. Eyes latched onto me - rough guys nursing beers, their gazes scraping over my skin. I ordered a whiskey, neat, and felt the room tilt as I sipped. By my second, a bartender slid a third across, muttering, "From the two at the end, " pointing to a pair of guys - lean, mid-thirties, in worn leather jackets that said they lived hard. Logic told me to wave it off, but the thrill of their attention hooked me. I raised the glass their way, lips curling into a half-smile - a match struck in the dark. One of them, the taller one, shadowed me when I slipped off to the ladies' room later. He leaned against the wall as I stepped out, voice gravelly. "You're too good for this dump. Sit with us." I dodged with a laugh, brushing past, but my eyes flicked back, daring him to chase. The whiskey softened my edges. When I slipped off to the ladies' room again, I tossed them a look - sharper, hungrier - and he followed. I met him halfway, buzzed and bold. "Still want company? " He smirked. "Always, sweetheart." I leaned closer. "Not here, though - too many eyes. My husband's got friends who'd talk." That word - husband - landed like bait, and his grin widened. We ditched the bar - me, Cole, and Travis, as they called themselves. Mechanics, they said, 33 and 36, with rough hands and rogue charm. We hit a roadhouse off the highway, low on crowds, high on shadows. Small talk fizzled fast; Cole suggested a spin on the patchy dance floor, and I went for it. The jukebox wailed as I moved between them, their bodies brushing mine, testing me. I sidestepped their lips, playing coy, but their heat sank in - hard presses against my hips, waking something feral. Back at the table, their hands roamed - Cole's fingers tracing my knee, Travis gripping my thigh. Cole slid higher, finding the damp edge of my panties, nudging them aside to stroke me slow and deliberate. I stifled a gasp, clutching the table. Travis caught my eye, and I kissed him - messy, urgent - while Cole's touch deepened, unraveling me in public. Cole broke the spell. "Let's get outta here." I nodded, pulse racing, already picturing their hands everywhere. They drove me to Travis's garage apartment, a cluttered den of oil stains and old couches. Inside, they shed restraint. Travis poured cheap bourbon while Cole pinned me against the wall, mouth hot on mine, hands rough on my waist. "Fuck, you're a knockout, " he muttered. I grinned. "Prove it." He tugged my top up, freeing my breasts, and I yanked at his belt, finding him thick and ready. "Gonna suck this? " he taunted. "Try me, " I shot back, dropping low, taking him in with a hunger that surprised even me. Travis joined, lifting my skirt, palming my ass. "She's a goddamn dream, " he told Cole. "Sucks like she means it." Cole groaned, "Wait 'til you feel her." They swapped - Travis's cock was longer, angled, a perfect fit for my throat. Cole knelt behind, peeling my panties down, his tongue diving into me, lapping with a raw edge that made me buck. "Take it all, " I moaned, lost in the spiral. Cole stood, gripping my hips. "Never had it back here, huh? " I tensed. "No - never." They chuckled, dark and thrilled, hauling me to the couch. Travis sprawled out. "Ride me first." I straddled him, skirt bunched at my waist, sinking onto him as he stretched me wide. I came quick, shuddering, clenching tight. "Holy shit, she's got a grip, " he hissed. "Love this, don't you? " "More, " I begged, "give me everything." Cole took my ass next, easing in despite my protests - a slow, searing breach that turned my pleas to whimpers. Travis kept thrusting below, pinning me between them. The pain twisted into something else - a jagged, electric rush - and I gave in, rocking back, chasing it. They traded off, relentless, filling me front and back until I was a trembling wreck, their releases painting me inside and out. I came again, raw and loud, claimed by the chaos. Dawn crept in as I limped home, body bruised and singing. Daniel wasn't there - probably still drunk somewhere. I crashed, spent, and when he staggered in later, he didn't see the evidence - the scent of them, the marks. He'd learn soon enough, and when he did, he'd dive into the mess with me. That's a tale for later, though.

I'd slept like crap that night and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. With it in hand, I wandered into the living room, cracked the window open, and flicked on the TV. Nothing but garbage was on, so I peered out at the street, hoping for something interesting. Just as I was about to call it quits and head back to bed, a light snapped on in the house across the way. A couple was going at it, full throttle. I killed the TV and nudged the blinds apart for a better view. The woman was perched on the windowsill, facing away from me, getting pounded hard by her guy. My shorts tightened as I sprang to life. I ditched them quick and started stroking myself, lost in the fantasy that I was the one railing her. Sure, my fiancée was just a room away, but she was out cold, and here I was, working my shaft. I could faintly hear the woman's moans, her blonde hair bouncing wild. Then they switched it up. Now she was kneeling on the sill, pressing her full chest against the glass. They weren't as big as my fiancée's, but a solid B-cup, easy. I jerked harder, feeling the pressure build, ready to blow - when a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I whipped around, startled, and there was my fiancée, standing behind me. She had on this sheer little nightgown, no underwear, the works. She glanced at what I was up to, cleared her throat, and said, "You think it's cool to spy on random couples screwing? " I froze, looked down at my throbbing self, then up at her. "I was just so turned on, and you were asleep..." I didn't get further - she yanked me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth. The tip of me brushed her flimsy nightgown, and I was pulsing again. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop, standing there naked. Her hands wrapped around me, pumping me back to full size. She tugged the skin back 'til it stung a little and flicked her tongue over the head. I sank onto the couch, and she followed, taking me in her mouth. We stretched out along the cushions, her ass hiked up high. I was close again, but this time I pulled back. I flipped her over so she faced the window, bent her over the armrest, and eased my rock-hard length into her tight heat from behind. She let out a soft moan and pushed the blinds wider to watch the show across the street. I thrust harder, deeper, and soon her body clenched around me. I slid out of her dripping core, spit on my fingers, and rubbed it around her backdoor along with her own wetness. Then I pressed in, gripping her hips as I sank into her ass. She gasped, loud and wild, as I moved inside her. My fingers found her clit, teasing, and she came again, squeezing me even tighter. She lurched forward, flipped onto her back, and told me to slide between her heavy breasts. She mashed them together, and I started thrusting, her tongue darting out to catch me now and then. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see the neighbors still going strong, and it fueled me. "Come on, drench me, you horny bastard! " she growled. I felt it surging, and seconds later, I unloaded - all over her chest, her face, some in her hair. She smeared it across her skin, eyes hazy, and stared at me. "Next time you're worked up, come to me - don't jerk off to strangers, got it? " I nodded, crystal clear, and watched her saunter back to bed.

Prologue This really happened, though over the years I might've blurred a detail or two in the retelling. We were all there, about 150 students packed into the lecture hall, heads buried in our exam papers. I'd prepped hard, finished early, and let my eyes wander. That's when I noticed her, sitting a couple rows over to my left. Her name, I'd later learn, was Emily. She wasn't a knockout by magazine standards, but something about her pulled me in. Maybe 5'4", dark blonde hair cropped short, sharp cheekbones, a slim frame with subtle curves - probably an A-cup - and hips that flared just enough to catch the eye. She wore a simple, almost preppy outfit: a navy sweater and tailored jeans. During the break, our eyes met - hazel, flecked with gold. Damn. I introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Jake. What year are you in? " (Grad school, obviously.) "I'm Emily, second year, " she said. "These are my finals today. After this, I'm picking up an elective in data analytics." "Cool. Want to grab a coffee after the second half? " Over the next few weeks, we hit it off. Lunches, late-night walks, endless conversations about everything from stats to sci-fi novels. Emily became my go-to person, my closest friend on campus, though I didn't feel that spark beyond platonic. Once, she crashed at my place after a movie marathon - nothing happened, just sleep. After the Move A few months later, Emily helped me move into a new apartment. It was late by the time we rolled up in the rental van and unpacked the essentials. Exhausted, I showered quick, then slid into bed where she was already tucked in, smelling like soap and lavender. I gave her a quick hug, pecked her cheek, and thanked her for hauling boxes all day. Then, out of nowhere, she slipped her hand into my briefs and murmured, "You need to fuck me right now." I froze. This wasn't the Emily I knew. She pounced, hands and lips working my dick to full attention in seconds. I reached down - she wasn't just wet, she was soaked. No buildup needed; I slid inside her, deep, and she begged for it hard. "Fuck me, Jake, I'm so goddamn horny for you, " she groaned, yanking her thighs up to her stomach so I could pound deeper. She came fast, eyes rolling back, nails digging into my ass as her pussy clenched around me. I gave a few more thrusts, riding her spasms. Later, mid-position switch - we must've tried half the Kama Sutra that night - I asked if she'd ever fantasized about this before. "Oh yeah, " she panted, "but in my ass." "You're into anal? " "Fucking love it. Nothing gets me off like a thick cock stretching my ass." I lost track of time that night. Hours, maybe. I hadn't finished yet. "First times with someone new, " I admitted, "I always struggle to cum. Too focused on them, I guess." She grinned. "Let me take care of you." Straddling me reverse-cowgirl, she told me to relax. She played with her small, firm tits, rubbed her clit, and moaned, "God, your dick feels so good inside me. Cum in me, Jake, and I'll cum again." I'd never met someone so unfiltered about their lust. Watching her ride me, shameless and wild, pushed me over the edge. I exploded, her pussy milking every drop as she shuddered through her own climax. In the Bathroom A week later, Emily swung by. I suggested a bubble bath to unwind from her drive. "Only if you join me, " she teased, "and I've got other ways to relax too." The water steamed, and so did we. Since that first night, I couldn't stop thinking about her - this woman I'd pegged as a study buddy, not a sex goddess. She sank into the tub and started touching herself, kneading her breasts until her nipples stood out, then sliding a hand to her trimmed bush. "I love getting off while a guy watches, " she said, locking eyes with me. She came quick, fingers buried deep, moaning through gritted teeth. "Show me your cock, " she gasped mid-orgasm. "Jerk it for me." I scooted closer, my tip inches from her face, balls tight. She massaged them, then slipped a finger into my ass - a jolt of pleasure I didn't expect. I thought she'd suck me off, but no. "Just stroke it like you're alone, " she urged. "Where should I cum? " I groaned, teetering on the edge. "All over my face, " she demanded. "Blast me with it." Her raw commands sent me reeling. I shot a massive load across her cheeks and lips; she licked what she could, grinning. "Tastes good, your cum. Can't wait to suck it straight from the source next time." Post-bath, she leaned over the sink, ass out, daring me. I was still half-hard, smacking her cheeks with my dick. "Ready for round two? " she asked, glancing back. I fingered her first, two digits deep in her dripping slit, then rammed into her from behind as she spread wider. "Fuck your dirty girl, " she cried, and I did - relentless, gripping her tits, slipping a finger into her ass like she loved. She came screaming, and I unloaded again, painting her insides. Trade Show Days "Hey, it's Emily." "Hey, babe, how's it going? " "Eh, not great. I'm covering a trade show booth this weekend for a coworker, so I can't come over." "I'll come to you. Book a big hotel room." She scored a suite near the convention center. I got there first, buzzing with anticipation. "How was your day? " I asked when she walked in. "Meh, got hit on a few times, " she said, "but they were all duds. Lame pickup lines." She showered, emerging in just a thong, then sprawled on the bed, stretching seductively. "Miss me last week? " I stripped fast, showing off my shaved dick - I'd learned she liked a little show. I stroked it slow. "Ready for me? " I teased. She peeled off the thong, legs wide. "Fuck me with that gorgeous cock, " she purred. I went down on her first, lapping at her wetness, teasing her clit until she writhed. Then I plunged in, and she hit her first orgasm fast, clawing the sheets. "All day I've wanted this, " she moaned. "Fuck me senseless, you stud." I flipped her onto her knees, ready to take her ass - she'd hinted at it enough. To my surprise, she took me easily, moaning, "Yes, fuck my ass, feels so fucking good." I didn't last long; soon I was pumping her full, her cries echoing as she begged for every drop. We cooled off in the shower, but I was hard again. Slippery from the water, I took her standing, kneading her tits as she demanded more. "Fuck me again, Jake, wreck me." At the Open-Air Museum We planned a trip to an open-air museum in the countryside. Emily was on her period, so I figured it'd be tame. Wrong. In one of the old houses, a roped-off storage room caught my eye. I pulled her inside, and we started making out, hands everywhere. Period or not, she was feral, grinding against my thigh, faster and faster. I squeezed her tits hard, and she gasped, "I'm gonna cum, fuck, yes! " She shook, clinging to me, fully clothed but spent. "Really? " I asked, skeptical. "Oh yeah, " she said, breathless. "Pictured you fucking some hot redhead in the ass while I watched." Her mind was a wild place. "Now it's your turn, " she said, dropping to her knees. My bulge was obvious; she freed my cock and started sucking, but I took over, fucking her mouth while she worked my balls. The thrill of getting caught fueled me. "Give me your load, " she mumbled around me. I did, blasting down her throat as she swallowed eagerly. Home Movie Night "Let's watch porn together, " she suggested one day. Nothing shocked me with her anymore. I grabbed a hardcore flick - none of that soft couple crap, but real, gritty stuff. We sat through the first scene: a mechanic banging a brunette in a garage. Emily squirmed, turned on, then stripped to her panties and a tank top. "Getting hot, " she rasped, lying with her head in my lap, feeling my hard-on. She pulled it out, sucking me as a threesome played out on screen - two women, one guy, all holes filled. "Hot as hell, " she said, eyeing the lesbian action. "You ever had a woman go down on you? " I asked. "Yeah, " she admitted. "A coworker. I came four times in her mouth, then fucked her with a strap-on - pussy and ass. No cumshot, sadly, but still insane." Next scene: a blonde sandwiched between two guys. "Fuck, that's wild, " Emily groaned, blowing me harder as I fingered her, adding a digit to her ass. "You'd love a double, huh? " I said. "God, yes, " she panted. "Two cocks at once, you filming it." A guy onscreen came, and she lost it, soaking my hand as I shot into her mouth, picturing her in that fantasy. She licked me clean, then spilled: "Started young, 14. Handjobs at first, but soon I needed cum in my mouth. Swallowing's my thing." Early Morning Sunday, 6 a.m., alarm blaring. I had a charity run to oversee. Emily stirred, nuzzled me, and asked, "Quickie? " Insatiable. She got me hard, spread her legs, and said, "Fuck me, I'm wet." I did, fast and rough; we came together, sweaty and gasping. I showered, shaved, left her dozing - or so I thought. Passing the bed, she flung off the covers, a vibrator buzzing in her pussy. "Caught me, " she grinned. She knelt, ass up, the toy now in her backdoor. "Fuck my pussy, work that vibe in my ass, " she ordered. I obeyed, hammering away as she screamed, "Never enough, you bastard. Take me to a sex club - let a dozen guys ruin me." I trashed-talked her back, cumming on her ass as she collapsed, wrecked. Made it to the run on time, speeding like a maniac. Epilogue There's more I could say, adventures we might've had. But we fell apart - she was screwing other guys. Didn't mind the act, just the lies. If Emily reads this: "Thanks for the insane rides. You're still one of the wildest fucks I've ever had."

By this point, we'll place ourselves at the end of January, and after everything with Daniel, we wanted to carefully plan our 2024 - not just in terms of our intimate life but also in other areas. We were halfway through our master's degree, and everything felt a bit complicated, but time is like a game of Jenga - you have to know how to stack everything just right. This time, we set out to find Mark and the others. Clothes? Nothing special - just a denim skirt, a red blouse, high heels, and no underwear. When we arrived at the spot, we were greeted by a few homeless folks who pointed us toward Mark and Tom. They weren't in their usual hangout this time. As soon as they saw us, they came over to meet us, and we said hi to Chris too, who was eyeing my wife. As usual, we caught up about our lives since they'd become a part of ours. Even though Chris kept staring at my wife a lot, he seemed calmer now, more at ease. There wasn't any tension with Mark, and the vibe felt better overall. Tom was eager to get started with my wife, but Mark told him to chill out - there'd be time soon enough. We were in the middle of sharing some really good stories - scary ones, which Emily and I absolutely love. Of course, we won't bore you with those here since they're beside the point. After a while of all the chit-chat, we finally got down to business. "About time! " Tom exclaimed. He took my wife away from the edge of the street, pressed her against a wall - or what was left of it - and started kissing her. Emily slipped her hand into Tom's boxers, stroking him at the same time. The mood was heating up until she eventually slid down, kissing his chest as she pulled his boxers lower. His erection sprang free, swaying slightly from the fabric's movement. It was her favorite - she always put extra effort into it. She teased the tip with her tongue to get him going even more. After some brief oral, Tom lay down on the ground, and Emily straddled him, riding him but facing away from him. That's when Chris and Mark came closer, their eyes locked on her exposed body. Then Mark said, "You know, there's just one thing left to officially make you one of us." I looked at Emily, and she looked at me, both of us wondering what crazy idea he'd come up with now. "What's that? " she asked, breathless. "Well, like we told you the first time, we're a little self-conscious about ourselves sometimes, being the way we are, while you're so well-groomed..." Mark trailed off. "Uh-huh, " Emily replied, skeptical. "You'll need to let that grow out a bit more, " he said, pointing down there. "I've never liked that, " she shot back. "Come on! We're all the same way, " he said, dropping his pants. "Look, look..." Mark added, guiding himself toward her mouth. She gave in and started going down on him. Emily laughed, half-resigned, and told them she'd let it grow a little but would trim it since she'd never been a fan of going full-on natural. They agreed to that. February rolled by, and eventually, the hair grew out. She kept trimming it, though, shaping it into a Japanese-style look - neatly framing her lips and meeting just above, rising a couple of inches. It was a middle ground, aesthetic enough, but neither of us could quite get used to it - her for having it, me for seeing it. Once again, we headed to the abandoned construction site. This time, Emily wore a light blue T-string thong that sat flush against her skin. The hair, though not too long, was noticeable. She paired it with a miniskirt and a half-zipped light blue hoodie, plus her usual high heels. When we got there, Mark, Chris, and Tom were eager to check her progress. Emily sat down, and Chris slid her thong aside. They were pleased with what they saw - we'd kept our end of the deal. Now, they all wanted a piece of the action. It came down to rock-paper-scissors to decide who'd go first, and Chris won. He pulled his boxers down a bit, and surprise - he was clean! They'd apparently bathed that day. Emily didn't hesitate, taking him into her mouth, kissing the tip, running her tongue underneath to tickle him, sliding down to his balls, then back up again. When he was slick with her saliva, Chris went down on Emily with a hungry urgency, his tongue everywhere, dipping inside until she was soaked with a mix of spit and her own wetness. Mark and Tom watched, waiting their turns. Emily lay back on the dusty ground, spreading her legs to invite Chris in. It was a scene like many others, except now a light patch of hair framed her lips. Chris positioned himself and slid inside, starting slow. Mark and Tom had already pulled themselves out, eager for their chance. Chris kept going in missionary, thrusting into her. After about five minutes, he couldn't hold back and cum inside her. He stood up, and almost instantly, his release spilled out - only to be pushed back in by Mark, who was inside her before we even noticed. After that, Emily got up to ride Mark. She did that signature move that feels strange to us guys but drives women wild - grinding, then sliding up and down. She was loving every second of it until a small orgasm hit her. She paused, sitting there with Mark still inside her, catching her breath. Then Tom nudged her forward a bit, putting her on all fours over Mark. Tom was trying to line himself up with her back entrance. Between her natural lubrication, Chris's leftover mess, the spit on Tom's erection, and Emily's arousal relaxing her, he finally managed to get the tip in. She took a deep breath. Little by little, with a lot of patience, more of Tom slid into her backside. She was panting, adjusting to him - he was bigger than me, no question. After a few minutes, he'd worked a good portion in and started moving, thrusting in and out. Emily's mouth watered from the overwhelming sensation while Mark, still underneath her, played with her breasts and licked them. Good thing we're always prepared for these unexpected moments. Tom's strength started fading, so Emily told him to lie down too. He pulled out of her backside and complied. She went down on him again to get him slick, then straddled him, determined to take it all this time. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself until Tom's entire length disappeared inside her. She started moving up and down cautiously until she got the hang of it, picking up speed. Mark had pulled away by then, and she switched to going down on him until he cum in her mouth. Tom was still in play. The lubrication was wearing off, so she paused again to lick Tom's erection and reposition herself. This time, she was the one losing steam, but not before another orgasm hit her. Her body tightened, squeezing everything inside, amplifying the feeling of him. Seizing the moment, Tom took over, moving himself and pushing her to the edge - tears welled up in her eyes until he finally climaxed. Emily let out a deep breath and slid off him. It seemed his release had gone too deep to come out right away, but it'd definitely left her stretched - about the size of a quarter. She collapsed onto her side on the ground, eyes closed, sweaty and exhausted, trying to recover. A couple of minutes later, it started trickling out, sliding down her skin. She was drenched and done, ready to head home and rest - but that wasn't my plan. On the way back, she rested in the car. When we pulled up to the house, I threw out one of our occasional challenges. She got out in just her thong and hoodie, unlocked the door, and headed inside. She wanted a shower, but I stopped her. I pulled her close for a deep, passionate kiss, then laid her on the bed. I pushed her thong aside and slipped my fingers into her - still slick and messy from earlier, a mix of fluids and her own. I was ready to go, no waiting. She calmed me down and offered to go down on me instead, an offer I couldn't refuse. There she was, kneeling by the bed, taking me in her mouth, savoring it, licking, and working it all in - one of the best feelings in the world. I couldn't hold back anymore; I needed her. I got her flat on the bed, stripped off my clothes, and peeled off her hoodie. She still had the thong on, so I pushed it aside again and slid into her already wet, open warmth. It went in all at once - usually, I feel her walls give way, but not this time. There was just this intense heat wrapping around me. I started thrusting in missionary, kissing her softly, tenderly, while she wrapped her arms around me and whispered how much she loved me. I glanced down and saw faint white traces at the base - remnants from earlier being pushed out. Her legs locked around my waist, tightening with each pulse as she climaxed again. Every throb was a squeeze, and I loved knowing she was enjoying it too - it's always been a priority for me. We switched positions. I wanted to try her backside. Was it still that open? Only one way to find out. She slid off the bed, leaning her torso over it, offering herself up to me. Using her own wetness, I eased in. At first, I felt that familiar tight ring - her sphincter - then it gave way, and I slid all the way in. It wasn't hard; Tom had already paved the way. After just three or four thrusts, I barely felt the walls anymore - his size had made the difference. I moved slowly, gently, sliding in and out with no resistance, kissing her back, running my hands over her body, savoring every inch of my beautiful, beloved wife - her skin, her hair, her curves, everything. Finally, I cum inside her, the second load she'd taken there that night. We climbed onto the bed, spent - her more than me. She hugged me tight and gave me another kiss. After a few minutes, we showered together, where she went down on me again, coaxing out a little more. Then we crashed back into bed. Before drifting off, she murmured that we should call Daniel...

It seems like Carlos had a great time because he called us two days later to check in and said he wanted to do it again. Truth be told, he caught us in the act when he called, and she told him so. Then he said, "Did I catch you guys fucking? " My wife said, "Yeah, I had my husband's dick in my mouth at the time." And that started a conversation that went something like this: Her: You caught us fucking. Carlos: No way, what were you guys doing? Her: I had my husband's dick in my mouth. Carlos: Is it really hard? Her: Yeah, and what about you? Did it make you hard? Carlos: Don't be jerks, don't do this to me, I've got customers in the store. Her: Well, it's up to you if you wanna listen and cum or not. Carlos: Fuck, I gotta go to the bathroom with the cordless. Her: Mmm, this dick tastes so good, slurrrp! Carlos: Fuck, it's so hard, but I can't stay too long. Her: Well, he's putting his dick in my pussy now. Carlos: Fuck, you guys are making me so hard. She put the phone close to her pussy so he could hear the wet noises of us fucking. With how wet we were, the sounds of our fucking and my balls slapping her ass were clear as day. She was on all fours, and I was fucking her from behind. Carlos didn't last long before he came, thanks to his excitement and the rush. Her: Better that way, 'cause walking around with a boner to serve customers could be a problem. Carlos: Definitely. Her: Especially with women. They notice stuff like that right away. Carlos: Yeah, women notice everything. Me: So, why not take advantage and fuck right there in the store? Carlos: Yeah, right! Like customers come here to fuck instead of buying chairs. Me: Well, you could use the excuse to test the chair's sturdiness and sit on it with her on top, haha! Carlos: Alright, I gotta go. When can we do this again? Her: This weekend, okay? Carlos: Okay, I'll let you guys go. Have a great fuck and swallow everything they give you, beautiful! We continued with our business while poor Carlos had to attend to his store. The weekend came, and there we were, at his store. She was wearing a bell-shaped skirt, a thong underneath, a gorgeous lace bra, and a low-cut blouse. She was so horny because today she wanted a double penetration, and just thinking about it made her soaking wet. On the way there in the car, she told me, "Touch my pussy, baby, it's soaking wet." And indeed, my hand came back drenched. As I was touching her, she unzipped my pants and took out my dick. She laid down and started sucking it while I drove. I had to slow down to avoid an accident. My balls started sending signals that I was about to cum, and I told her. "Cum, don't worry, I'll swallow it all." And she did, not a drop was wasted. She was so horny that she started playing with her tits and pussy. A truck driver we were passing saw her and matched our speed to enjoy the show. My wife looked at him, blew him a kiss, and we left him behind. When we arrived, he greeted us as usual and led us to the back. This time, he stood behind her, grabbed her, and walked with his dick pressed against her ass and his hands squeezing her tits. He was rubbing against her like crazy as they walked. As soon as we got to the back, he threw her onto the couch, leaving her facing the wall with her ass in the air. He lifted her skirt and found that little thong buried between her ass cheeks. He put his hand between her legs to play with her pussy and, moving the thong aside, started licking her ass and pussy, saying, "Mmm, you're so wet, your thong is soaked." I stripped naked and put my dick in her mouth so she could start sucking while Carlos kept licking her down there. After a while, Carlos took off her skirt, thong, and blouse, leaving her only in her high heels and bra. The sight of her like that would've made any man hard, it was so damn hot. Then I stood behind her and started fucking her while Carlos put his dick in her mouth for her to suck. She sucked him while playing with his balls with one hand, and Carlos started fingering her asshole with one finger. She said, "I want both of you inside me today." So, we took out a special lubricant we have that numbs the area a bit to avoid pain, not pleasure, and lubricated her asshole well. He put lubricant on his finger and slowly started pushing it into her ass while I kept fucking her from behind. After a while, when we could feel the lubricant's effect, Carlos sat on the couch. He took out a condom and gave it to her. She sucked his dick a bit and slowly put the condom on while looking him in the eyes with a lustful gaze. Then she stood on the couch facing him and offered her open pussy with her fingers, which he eagerly licked. She started lowering herself and slowly burying his dick inside her pussy. She started moving back and forth slowly, and Carlos's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She started riding him harder, and Carlos took off her bra, letting her tits slap him in the face, which he seemed to love. I approached from behind and slowly started pushing my dick into her ass, first the head to get her ready, and then deeper and deeper. It was fantastic feeling her asshole squeezing my dick. Then we both started fucking her, and she was moaning in pleasure, saying, "More, you fuckers, give me more." Carlos's dick in her pussy, mine in her ass, Carlos's mouth on her tits, and mine on her neck. She seemed possessed by the pleasure she was feeling. You could feel the back and forth of our dicks inside her. She didn't last long before she came from the pleasure she was feeling. We could both feel her contractions on our dicks. She had an intense orgasm. Soon after, we came too. I came in her ass, and Carlos quickly pulled out, took off the condom, and came all over her tits, leaving them covered in cum. She saw it and generously spread it all over her chest, which Carlos eagerly started licking. We stayed like that for a moment, recovering from the effort. She went to the bathroom to clean up my cum, which was flowing out of her ass and down her thighs. When she came back, she sat between us and started stroking our dicks to get them hard again. She made us stand in front of her and, while she sucked one, she jacked off the other. Then she brought both our dicks to her mouth and started sucking them at the same time, even managing to fit both heads in her mouth. Feeling another man's dick next to mine was new for me, but the excitement of the moment and the sight of what we were doing had us both hard in an instant. She was swallowing both our dicks at the same time, and it was fantastic to watch her do it while she played with our balls with her hands. She pushed Carlos towards the couch, making him sit down. She turned around and put her ass in the air in front of his face. Carlos started licking her ass, even trying to push his tongue into her hole. Then she slowly lowered her ass onto his dick, taking it in inch by inch. When she had taken it all, it was a sight right out of a porn movie: Carlos sitting on the couch with my wife's ass on his dick, her legs open, offering her pussy to me. I started licking and fingering her pussy while Carlos's dick slid in and out of her ass. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I quickly put my dick in her pussy. As I entered, I could feel Carlos's dick in her ass. Then we started a frantic back and forth of our dicks, accompanied by her screams and moans of pleasure, her eyes rolling back. To top it off, while our dicks fucked her, I put my hand on her clit, which was exposed for me, and started rubbing it. She didn't last a minute before she came, with her orgasm's contractions making us both cum instantly. Carlos came in the condom in her ass, and I came in her pussy. The load I left in her was so big that when I pulled out, cum started flowing out of her pussy and onto Carlos's balls, which were still inside her ass. He was so out of it that he didn't even notice. After we pulled out, Gaby gave my flaccid dick a final suck. Then she got off Carlos, and his dick fell to the side. Gaby rubbed her pussy and ass while moaning and thanking us for the fuck. The visit was worth it, and our fantasy came true: double penetration. After cleaning up and saying our goodbyes, Carlos couldn't help but grope and kiss my wife's tits again before we left. On the way home, we talked about how much fun we'd had.

That rainy Saturday afternoon, I was home alone while my husband was at work and my daughters were out with their boyfriends. Feeling horny like a cougar, I decided to take a shower and masturbate. I slipped my fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, moaned, and had a great orgasm. I decided not to shave my pubic area, so I was more hairy than usual down there. I got out of the shower and decided to wear a pale blue, smooth, short dress and stockings that covered my thighs, accentuating the shape and softness of my legs. High-heeled, open-toed shoes showed off my delicate feet, which looked great when I walked and sat, crossing my legs. I put on a transparent thong that showed my pubic hair, and finally, I decided not to wear a bra because I don't like it to show through the dress, so my breasts were visible through the thin fabric. In the last year, the city of Mexico has received thousands of migrant people from Haiti. My husband and I, being migrants from Guatemala and living in Mexico, always try to help people in these conditions. That Saturday afternoon, and almost as if by divine mandate, many people passed by my house, they were people from Haiti asking for help, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for some money for a ticket or a hot meal. I had some chores that needed to be done at my house that my daughters had refused to do, so I thought maybe this situation could benefit me somehow. After a moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man with a shaved head, around 20 years old. He was wearing only a tank top that showed off his toned muscles and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting his enormous bulge. He began to explain his situation to me. He had come from Haiti a couple of months ago and hadn't eaten in several days. He was determined not to accept charity, saying, "I don't want to receive handouts from anyone, ma'am." He was willing to do any kind of work for some food or money. "Hey honey, I have some chores that need to be done here at my place. I can't pay you much, but I have plenty of food, and I can give you some to take with you, " I said. "Thank you so much, ma'am. You don't know how much I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to work, " he replied. "No worries, come on in and leave your things by the door, and I'll explain where you can start, " I said. "Are you living here alone? " he asked curiously. "No, I live here with my daughters and husband, " I said. "Your house is very nice, ma'am, " he said, admiring the place. I took him to the backyard where there were some weeds and trees that needed pruning. I told him he could start with that and I would give him other tasks later. I sat at a table with a full view of the backyard. Despite the day starting with rain, it soon cleared up as the sun rose. Watching him work gave me pleasure. Suddenly, he took off his shirt to avoid getting it sweaty, and I enjoyed the sight of his muscular chest and broad back, accentuating his young masculinity. After a few hours of working in the rising heat, both outside and inside my pussy, the young man asked for a glass of water to quench his thirst. His dark, sweaty body made me burn with desire. I felt my panties getting wet just from looking at him. I tried to seduce him with some bold questions, slowly but surely. "What's your name, sweetheart? " I asked. "I'm Rómulo, " he said, taking a break from drinking water. "Did you go to school back in Haiti? " I asked. "Yes, I graduated high school with honors in my country, " he said. "That's great, it speaks well of you that you're such a studious young man. Keep it up. I imagine that a handsome guy like you must have left a girlfriend back in Haiti, " I said with a flirtatious smile. "No, ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend, " he said, smiling shyly. "I don't believe you, honey. It's incredible that a handsome guy like you hasn't had a girlfriend. How old are you now? " I asked. "I'm 18 years old, " he said. "Well, for me, you're a very handsome boy. Here, you'd have women crazy about you, including me, " I said, laughing. "Well, the truth is, I've never been with a woman, ma'am, " he said, blushing. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, " I said in a low voice. "Excuse me? " he asked curiously. "Nothing, honey, come here and help me, " I said. I walked slowly towards him, and we began to kiss, to hug while our hands explored each other's bodies. His hands reached my ass, squeezing and rubbing it roughly. I prefer to be taken and fucked hard rather than all that cursi kissing. He started kissing my neck, massaging my ass, his kisses on my neck were turning me on too much. I just hung on to his neck, then he lowered his hands and picked me up, I opened my legs to get comfortable, and we kissed again, our mouths exchanging saliva, our tongues tasting and caressing each other. He continued carrying me for a moment, then turned towards the bed and slowly lowered me until I was sitting on it. My hand instinctively went to his crotch to feel that terrain. A good bulge, hard as rocks, was very prominent. I could feel that there were already some drops wetting his pants, probably from his sweet pre-cum. I went down to his chest and started licking his salty sweat. With each kiss, I felt his firm body tremble. I was enjoying the rigidity of his abs, almost as hard as his erection that was making my pussy drip. With one stroke, he took off his pants, and just as I imagined, a huge cock hit my face. It was dripping with a sweet elixir from the tip, transparent and abundant, falling little by little from the tip to the base. His testicles, full of cum, were just as appetizing as that cock, so exquisite in appearance. That chocolate-colored cock, wide with veins well-marked that seemed ready to explode. I wondered what I would do with all that chocolate, it wasn't the first time, but it was always a challenge. I decided to admire it, to give it little kisses all over that huge trunk, I went down to his enormous black balls and started sucking them, while with my hands I tried to pull that huge cock. I decided to start the blowjob, licking his frenulum and glans, trying to put that huge head in my mouth, but it was too much, it hurt, I tried again and it was still too much, I decided to suck and suck, bite the trunk, while Rómulo, he was combing me, on the third try, I managed to put part of that huge cock in my mouth, "if you can, you're a great whore, " and I took it off, I was choking. I did the same procedure again, but this time with his big hands, he grabbed me so that I wouldn't come out of his cock, it felt bad, I felt like I was drowning, but I wanted to keep sucking that black cock, then he took it out of my mouth, while I coughed, he gave me some slaps with that huge cock, I went back to sucking his cock, and with my two hands I masturbated him, I went back to putting my tongue on his frenulum and glans, and then I bit them softly, making him scream, "ahh how good it feels, my love, you're a whore, you know how to give pleasure, you're a goddess, my love." A few minutes later, he put his fingers on the straps of my dress and let them fall on my forearms, leaving my breasts bare. When he felt my naked breasts, I moaned, which seemed to excite him. He bent his head and started kissing and licking my breasts, and at times, biting my hard nipples, he then lowered his hands to the lower edge of my dress and lifted it up to my waist, only and the tiny thong, leaving my vaginal hairs visible, his hands were already touching everything, and pulling my hairs hard, "you're very hairy, " he said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, I was at his mercy, he opened my legs wide, lifted my mini dress to the waist, started kissing my thong, which was already very wet, "mmm, it smells good, my love, " he gave little pats to my pussy, immediately he took off my thong, smelled it, wrapped it around his cock, and started licking my clit, with his thick lips he gave me good treatment, then he kissed my vagina, put his tongue in, gave little pats, "ahh how good it feels, my love, " I said, grabbing his hair while he bit me gently. Then he stood up, took me to the living room sofa, his cock rubbing against my pussy, which was already burning with desire, he started jerking off with my thong, putting it in my pussy, "it's very hot, my love, please put it in, " I screamed, "your desires are orders, my queen." He put me in the classic missionary position, his cock hit my clit, he spat on it, and first his head went in. "aaah it's hard, " I said. He put part of his trunk in, "aaah, yes, I like it, " I felt that he was going halfway. He took me by the waist and with one stroke, he put all his cock in, I screamed very loud, it must have been heard on the street. He took half of his cock out and put it back in, I felt like he was splitting me in two. He did this several times, then he lay on top of me, feeling that huge body of a bull, penetrating me, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked me like an animal in heat, "do you like it, bitch? " and I answered, "yes, don't stop." While he penetrated me, we kissed, he licked my face, neck, and our hands joined, then he lowered my long legs, opened them, took his cock out and put it back in hard, although now he was making circles, he was breaking my pussy and my thighs, he opened them very hard, then my back arched, he took me by the lower back and penetrated me very well, then he lowered my back, and I hugged him with my long legs. Rómulo, he picked me up, and I gave him good sentones on that member, then he took my legs and put them on his shoulders. "Mmm, fuck me like this, don't stop, " I said, "our flesh is colliding, his cock and my pussy are united in one frenzy." "Since you opened the door, I've wanted you, " he said. "I have you here, riding me, baby, enjoy, " I said. He pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard, very hard, my pussy was already irritated, asking for a break, but my lust, it didn't want us to stop, we lay down on the sofa, he on top of me, penetrating me, kissing me, he took his cock out and started licking my vagina, he spat on it, put a pillow behind me, and threw my legs back, he took them by my femoral and began to penetrate hard, and I moaned. "Damn, it feels so good, it's breaking me in two, " I said. My phone rang, but I ignored it. He let my legs and vagina rest, put his huge cock in my mouth, while I tried not to choke. He took me and laid me down, belly down, stretching my legs and hands like an X, he got on top of me, and also stretched, he penetrated me anally while he let fall his 100 k, of pure muscle, that cock was breaking me, we were the X in human form. "Keep going, it feels so good, give it all to me, " I said. He could hear the bed creaking, he bit my back, neck, he reached my orgasm. "AAAAAA I'm coming, " I said, I was completely satisfied and satisfied, we continued like that for several minutes, then he closed my legs, my hands continued open, he opened my asshole and put his hard, black cock in, he spanked and punished me very hard with his cock, now he was making circular movements, making the sexual act richer, we were bathed in sweat, I felt blood coming out of my ass, I was already very sore, but my macho kept moving, he took it out, opened my asshole with his hands and penetrated me, he did that many times, he said, "I'm about to come."

I was still on the lookout for a Mistress, a lady who would take charge of my training again. But it was proving difficult, the law of supply and demand was working against my desires and needs. I chatted with many people, submissives, dominants, and some ladies, and even obeyed some gentlemen, but I wasn't ready to take the plunge yet. I'm straight, men have never turned me on, but it always seemed kinda hot to have to give in to one, knowing there were things that just wouldn't happen. I had a forced gay experience with a Mistress, where I was taken by a gentleman while tied up on a bed. But giving in is a whole different ball game, and my head and taste are still fighting against desire. After that experience, I thought I wouldn't be traumatized by doing it again, but it's not that simple. Prejudices I didn't know I had started popping up, and things I needed to accept kept swirling around in my head, slowing me down more than I thought. A gentleman with good manners came along, we talked, and he had his stuff together way more than I did. He was patient and knew how to guide me, with games, orders, and tasks. Little by little, my head started to give in, and his first serious request came: something that would make me feel submissive and remind me that I belonged to someone. He ordered me to buy a metal cage for my dick and a large anal plug. Without hesitation, I was browsing the web, looking for models that he might like. He chose a pretty small cage, knowing full well that I would feel it and have to forget about my manhood. The plug had to be an anal jewel, but with three balls, it was big and long. There was no doubt it would feel deep. I did my shopping with haste, feeling the shame of buying those things was part of feeling submissive, carrying the bag and feeling like I'd done my duty was incredible. The next morning, I showed my Master the pictures of what I'd bought, feeling happy that he'd like that I'd followed his orders. He praised my speed and ordered me to put them on right away. I went to the bathroom, holding the cage in my hand, thinking that once it was on, I would have given in, handed over my head and my masculinity. I didn't think too much about it, it wasn't the time to think, if I did, it would only make things harder, and I had to obey, simply obey. I put some lube on my dick just like I was told, and with no small amount of trouble, I put my dick in the cage, cold, hard, heavy. It felt weird, but most of all, my head felt weird. I took out my phone, put on some lube, and recorded the first time I put the plug in. It was hard, cold, intense, and deep, it went in without any problems, making me let out a small moan. I got dressed and went back to work. The cage felt uncomfortable, I couldn't adjust it, touch myself, my dick wasn't mine anymore. And when I sat down, please, that metal plug inside me. Everything reminded me that I had a Master. I sent him the proof of my tasks and kept working. I was uncomfortable, knowing that this was going to be my new life. He wrote to me and praised my proactivity in the video. I like obeying, I hate punishments, but I know they're his right. The orders kept coming, and after a week, I was using the plug, the cage, and nipple clamps during my entire workday. I could have sex, but I wasn't allowed to come. Damn cage, I hated it, I didn't have any manhood left, to pee, I had to sit down, I hated that more than anything. It took me a while to accept it, at first, I tried to hold it in so I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom, but of course, in the end, I had to. It was the fight between my head and my desire, nothing more. My head started to give in, he noticed. He'd told me from the start, "You're gonna beg to see me, you're gonna ask me to session you." And what I once thought was impossible, was now a reality. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed this game to come to a session. I had to give meaning to this torture, my desire and horniness were at their peak. But asking him to session me meant that he would take what was his, what belonged to him. I knew it wouldn't happen any other way, and that turned him on even more. For me, it was terrible to have to ask, but that's what I did, I asked to see him and session me. "Are you sure? " he asked, while he started sending me GIFs of men being sodomized by force, tied up, and taken. My throat felt tight as I saw them, but using me was his right. And the GIFs kept coming, a man tied up with his hands behind his back, a ring gag in his mouth, and being forced to satisfy his Master with his mouth. I couldn't write, I couldn't say anything, I was petrified, I knew it was going to happen that way, I knew that one way or another, he was going to get what he wanted. Everything was new, everything was different, I decided to shut my head up and listen to my horniness. I wanted to give in, and I would, yes Sir, I answered, I'm sure. He set the date and the place, there was no going back now, all that was left was to give myself to my Master. The games continued, along with my daily routine. My dick was already used to the cage, my nipples were always swollen from the clamps I used every day, and he only let me take them off every now and then. I knew that those little devices made me more receptive, or more slutty, as he liked to call me. The intense plug in my ass reminded me that I had a Master. Today was the day, I was as terrified as I was eager, today I had to give in, or rather, I would be taken. It started like every other day, shower, cage in place, clamps, plug, and a picture to show I'd done my task. At 11, he ordered me to take out the plug, without saying more. My head was exploding, I realized that today I would feel something else, and that his order was to feel it intensely. I went to the place he'd told me to, and we met up. I couldn't talk, I was simply mute, terrified. He laughed, trying to calm me down without much success, before we went into the hotel, he gave me one last chance. I was about to take it and run away, but I said no, that everything was fine. We went in, had a drink, went over safe words, he gave some details, and ordered me to take off my clothes. I was left in my underwear, he walked around me, observed me, put my hands against the wall, opened my legs, pulled down my underwear, and left his hands marked on my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Naked is naked, I wouldn't have said underwear." I stood up, took off my underwear, and got back into position. Two more hands reinforced the idea that I had to obey whatever he said. He touched the cage, "It looks great on you, " he said, and pulled on my clamps, making me beg him to stop. He ordered me to put my hands on a table, and that's what I did. He put his hand on my chin, and with a little tap on my ankles, he opened my legs. "Always remember, when you're in front of your Master, keep your legs open. If I say wall, you know how to stand, if I say table, you know how, and if I say bed, the position of a slut is with your legs open, your ass out, and your chest supported. That's how you're available to be used." My heart was beating a mile a minute, I could feel it even in the cage. He tied my hands and feet, took a flogger, a paddle, a ring gag, and some other things out of a bag that I couldn't see. He reminded me of some mistakes that he was going to correct right then, took the flogger, started soft on my back, and ended hard on my ass, making me let out some yells. He gave me a few seconds, took my ass with his hands, strong, it hurt, I begged him to let go, and he did. Everything was sensitive, that's how he wanted me, that's how he had me. He took the paddle, and before I could say anything, he colored my left side, I yelped, begged, my knees gave out, and I was left hanging. With patience, he waited for me to get back into position. And evened out the color. It was intense, it made me feel like this was serious business, and if I didn't obey, I'd get more of this. He stepped back, opened my ass cheeks, and said, "You have a tight ass, today you're gonna feel good, but you're gonna work on opening it up more, I'll let you know how, yes Sir, " I answered, while he lubed up my ass. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what was happening, he was going to take what was his. I was tied up, exposed, with no chance of defense, and no strength to do anything. The punishment had left me simply surrendered. He put on a condom, took me by the hair, and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time, slut, you're gonna feel a man inside you." He put his dick on my crack, got comfortable, and penetrated me all the way in one go. I yelled, I yelled loud, my hands were gripping the table. He stayed still, my ass was throbbing, and I could feel his hard, hot dick inside me. It was done, I was his, I knew this was just the beginning...

The day I proposed to my brother Alex that we try anal sex, I claimed to be a virgin, and he confessed that he had never tried it before. We followed a gradual plan to minimize the pain for me. I told him that a friend of mine, Mariloli, had recommended it, claiming to be an experienced anal sex addict. My brother eventually found out that I wasn't as addicted as my friend, but I had been receiving it from behind for a year. This plan was just a way for me to mess with him, to make him suffer as payback for something he had done to me days earlier. We ended up even, and we smoked a peace pipe together. Since then, anal sex has become another way for my brother and me to enjoy each other. A couple of days later, I confessed to my brother that Mariloli was real, but her name was actually Sonia. He didn't know her because she wasn't part of my usual group of friends. I told him that she was a classmate at the university, 22 years old and from Tarragona like us, and I invited her to come swimming at our house that same afternoon, along with the other girls. I introduced her to everyone when we were all in our tops, and poor Alex was mesmerized. At one point, Alex pulled me aside and confessed that he had a crush on Sonia, and he loved her small tits and her slightly curvy but proportional ass. He even said that he was having a hard time hiding his desire to fuck her right there and then. Apart from her sexual aspects, he thought she was cute, and he loved the light blue highlights in her long, brown hair. Later that night, I told my brother something that left him speechless. "As it turns out, Sonia is a rich girl from a good family. In her first year at the university, she looked down on me because she knew that my mom is Mexican and my dad is Spanish. But then she changed in her second year, and now she goes around acting like a goth, I think it's a way of rebelling, and we became good friends." "Damn, with her looks and her aesthetic preferences, added to the fact that she's a total slut, my desire to fuck her is even stronger, " he said, admiring and nervous. I laughed because his response was appropriate for what was to come. I told him that she was also interested in him, and that she had just as many desires. Poor Alex was shocked, amazed when I added that I wanted him to fuck her, and even more amazed when I said that I wanted to watch him fuck her in the ass. Alex burst out laughing, and there was no way to shut him up. For a moment, I thought I would have to take him to the emergency room. When he finally calmed down, he called me a matchmaker, a pimp, and worst of all, a liar and a manipulator. He couldn't believe that I would throw him between my friend's legs and behind her. His final conclusion was that I was just messing with him. However, to see what would happen, he put me in charge of the planning, but he had one condition: "You have to tell Sonia that I'm a particular kind of guy, one of those who likes to be in charge and have the girl at his disposal." I was intrigued by the fact that he denied it and then accepted it with that strange condition. Something was on his mind, and I couldn't figure it out. The next night, I told him what I had planned. Sonia would come to our house for lunch on Saturday, taking advantage of the fact that our parents would be out of town for the weekend. Lunch would be a way to break the ice and create a comfortable atmosphere for her. Then, I would leave with the excuse of going to the beach with my friends, and I would sneak up to Alex's room through the back stairs and hide in the closet, where I could see everything through the slatted door. Sonia arrived at 1: 00 PM, dressed in all black with a tight top, mini skirt, and sandals. I also got dressed up, but Alex was as casual as ever, in his swim trunks and flip-flops. I didn't think his outfit was appropriate. Sure, he didn't need to seduce her because she knew what she was there for, but still, he could have made a better impression. I realized that this hadn't crossed his mind when he made his move. "Sonia, tell me something, " Alex said, and we both listened. "Are you as much of a slut as Laura? " he asked as he stuck his bare foot between her legs under the table. Sonia jumped in her seat and noticed it. "I don't understand what you mean, " she replied, trying to hold her ground. Alex pushed his big toe into her pussy, and Sonia jumped again. "I mean, do you like sex as much as Laura does? " "I wouldn't know because I don't have that information, " Sonia murmured, holding her breath as she felt Alex's finger between her pussy lips. "Do you get wet if a guy does stuff to you? " Alex asked again. "If I like what he does, like any other girl, " she murmured. Her vague response and the blush on her cheeks indicated that she had indeed gotten wet. Alex confirmed that his finger had also felt it. Seeing my friend in a tight spot, I asked Alex to help me clear the table and come to the kitchen with me. "If you keep teasing her like this, she's likely to get embarrassed and leave, " I said, questioning him. "Why would she do that? " he asked, indifferent. "She knows what she's here for, and I want to find out how into it she is." We agreed that he would stop teasing her for the rest of the meal, and I would leave them alone afterwards. After lunch, with coffee on the table, Alex said he wanted to have it in the garden. Shocked, we watched as he took off his swim trunks and left them on the back of the chair, picked up his mug, and walked away like it was no big deal. I looked at him with eyes that said "What the fuck are you doing? " but he didn't care and kept walking. Then I suspected that he was up to something. Sonia went out to the garden with Alex ten minutes later, and she sat on a lounge chair next to the one he was using. I watched them from the window of Alex's room. "Let's get one thing straight, " Alex said. "You know why you're here, right? " "Of course, " Sonia replied, looking him in the eyes and then looking at his crotch. "Laura said you were, too." "And she told you that I'm a little peculiar, right? " Sonia nodded, and Alex continued. "I don't want you to think I'm a macho, it's just that I like to know how motivated the girls I have sex with are." Sonia kept looking at his cock and licked her lips when she heard the word "sex." Alex got up from the lounge chair and sat on the edge of hers, facing her. He put his hand between her legs and rubbed several fingers over her panties. "I like girls whose pussies are very tight, " he whispered in her ear. "It's a pleasurable challenge to open them and find out what they're hiding, " he added, putting his index and middle fingers inside her vagina. Sonia moaned a couple of times and bit her lip as Alex fingered her. "Help me take off my top, " she begged, trying to catch her breath. "It has a zipper, and it's hard for me to do it myself." Alex only agreed to lower the zipper, and then he watched as Sonia took off her top like a professional stripper, making Alex even more excited. Then he saw her small, perky breasts, and her hard, pointed nipples looked even more appetizing than before. "Now take off your panties, " he ordered, "and walk very slowly to the corner where the grill is, and stop there without turning around. I want to see you shake your ass while you do it." Alex wanted to make me suffer with uncertainty about what was happening, since I couldn't see that part of the garden from where I was. Alex went to Sonia when she stopped, pressed his hard cock against her ass, and put his hands on her breasts. "I bet many guys have told you that you have a spectacular ass, " he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipples. "I don't remember how many times they've said it, " she replied between moans. "But now, the only thing that matters is that you think so." Alex had to flex his knees a little to put his cock between her thighs. She moaned when she felt it rubbing against her pussy. "My sister says you like anal sex, " he whispered in her ear. "She didn't tell you a secret, I hope." "I like it a lot, and it's common knowledge among the people who interest me, " she replied between moans. "It would be a secret if we weren't in this situation." Alex was surprised by Sonia's boldness and willingness, but he still needed proof. "Come with me, " he said, taking her hand, and together they went inside the house. I waited by the door of Alex's room, but they took too long to come up. I walked down the hall on tiptoes and reached the balcony at the end of the stairs. The two of them were standing next to the dining table, hugging and making out with each other. They stopped kissing, and Alex forced her to bend over the table with her back and stomach on it, her legs on the floor, and her ass in the air. I was surprised that Alex asked if she had any objections to doing it without a condom. She shook her head and said that she only had unprotected sex with a few guys in her crew that she trusted completely. Alex was so into it that he was already fucking her pussy before she finished explaining. But then he suddenly stopped and watched her as she moved back and forth, more and more insistently, moaning like a bitch in heat. Alex knew then that she was serious and would do whatever he wanted. He got up, opened the drawer with the napkins, took one, rolled it diagonally, and said: "I'm dying to try your spectacular ass, and I'm going to blindfold you. I want to deprive you of your sight so you can focus on what's important. Is that okay with you? " Sonia took a few deep breaths and agreed, whispering repeated "yeses" in a tone that was so exciting that it was hard to believe it was real. Alex put the tip of his cock in her ass and slowly started fucking her. She didn't complain or make a sound of protest, even when he started fucking her harder. "I see that your ass has been opened up quite a bit, " he said as he fucked her. "It seems that Laura was right." "About what? " Sonia asked between moans. "She said that not only do you like anal sex, but you're also a total slut." Sonia giggled and responded openly and without shame. "Since they opened it up for me, about three years ago, I have to admit that I like it more than regular sex." "That's good and good for both of us, " Alex said, smiling from ear to ear. "I'm in the mood today, we have plenty of time, and I plan to fuck your ass until one of us says enough. But first, I want to watch you like this from the armchair." Alex surprised me by not sitting in the armchair, but by taking off his shoes and sneaking up the stairs. He must have suspected that I was spying on them, because he never looked towards my position. He found me behind the corner of the hallway, turned me around, and bent me over with my ass in the air. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down a few inches, and ordered me not to make a sound as he fucked my asshole. I didn't say a word, I was surprised and fascinated, sighing softly as he fucked me. "Sonia's ass is a miracle, but I wouldn't trade yours for anything, not even hers, " he whispered, covering my mouth so I couldn't answer him. "I plan to take turns fucking both of you until I'm tired." Now I understood why he had blindfolded the other one. It was a surprise for me, and I enjoyed it for a few minutes. Then he went back to Sonia and started fucking her ass again. She screamed when she felt him inside her unexpectedly. Then she moaned with pleasure as he fucked her. The scene was brutal, and I couldn't help but touch myself. I took off my panties, opened my legs, and started rubbing my clit with my fingers. I didn't take long to have an orgasm, and I felt my pussy juices running down the inside of my thighs. I looked at the others, and Alex was fucking Sonia's pussy. She didn't take long to cum either, moaning like a crazy person as she shook her hair. Both of them were sweating like pigs, and Alex suggested that they take a break to cool off. He told Sonia where the bathroom on the first floor was, and he went to the one on the second floor, saying that he had a special towel for his delicate skin. I had to cover my mouth to stifle my laughter, amazed by such an excuse. Anyway, Alex asked Alexa to play a music playlist, went back upstairs, took my hand, and dragged me to his room. He pushed me onto the bed on my stomach and stretched me out completely. "I don't know where you get all this energy, " I said as he sat on my thighs and started fucking my ass again. "I jerked off around 11: 00 AM, " he confessed as he fucked me. "It's an experiment to last longer, and it seems to be working." And work it did. He kept fucking me and going at it, but just when I was about to cum, that bitch of my friend had to interrupt us. "Be right back, " he said, hearing Sonia call him, and he rushed out. I rolled over on the bed, opened my legs, and had to console myself with my hand again. When I went back to the balcony, I heard Sonia moaning, but I couldn't see either of them. I listened more carefully and found them right below me. Alex had put the armchair there, and Sonia was kneeling on the seat, leaning on the backrest. As for Alex, he was behind her, fucking her hard. I had a clear view of his cock going in and out of her ass. I thought Alex had set it up this way on purpose so I could see it all. Sonia's face was out of my view, but I could only imagine the expression on it based on the little cries she was making. "I only need a double penetration to make this afternoon perfect, " she said, panting with pleasure. "Don't tell me you're into that, too, " Alex said, looking up at me, locking his eyes with mine. For some reason, I got jealous, suspecting where this conversation would lead. Sonia answered like it was nothing. "Every now and then. My friends don't last as long as you, so I turn to two of them when I'm really into it, like I am now." Alex slowed down his thrusts, seemingly very interested in the topic, just as I had feared. "Maybe we can set up a threesome with one of those friends sometime, " he said, not taking his eyes off me. Sonia laughed and said in a slutty tone: "Too bad we can't go back in time, because now there's no way. But hey, if it's you two and him, I'd be all for it." At this point in the story, I couldn't decide if Alex was the biggest asshole in the world or if Sonia was the biggest slut. She had kept this perversion well-hidden. But it got me thinking. I've never done a threesome before, and maybe it's time to give it a try. Sonia's screams announcing that she was cumming brought me back to reality. Alex filled her ass with cum not long after. I knew I had started this whole thing, but I had seen and heard enough. I ran to my room, took my phone, and called my brother. He took a while to answer because he had left his phone on the dining table. "Tell that bitch to fuck off, " I said, pissed off. "Tell her that I'm stuck with my car and you have to pick me up." Alex reluctantly followed my orders, got dressed, and saw Sonia off at the door. He said he would be a while because he had to get the car out of the garage. "What the fuck was that about, saying you want to fuck Sonia with two or three guys? " I asked when he came back. "It was just something I said, " he replied, shrug "Well, I hope it's true, " I said, calming down a bit. "Because I have a feeling that before you fuck her with someone else, or with others, I'd rather you think of someone who might like me, but who doesn't know we're siblings. You know what, Alex? I've got this crazy urge to try a threesome." Alex laughed in my face, but he agreed to give me what I wanted.

When I was 24 years old, I had dreamed for years of finally being able to shove my hard cock up a woman's ass, but that dream had never come true. The girls I had sex with never thought of anal sex on their own and I was too shy to suggest an ass fuck. But then my dream finally came true. I remember it exactly, it was the 7th. August four years ago. Anette and I had been together for a while at that point. We usually met in my student flat, which I had to myself, because she lived with another girl and said we didn't have enough peace and quiet in her apartment to get intimate with each other. I couldn't judge that because she had never shown me her apartment or her flatmate. But then her friend went on vacation for two weeks and I finally got to see Anette in her surroundings. On the very first evening - it was that deliberate August 7th - I dropped by her place and was amazed. It was an absolutely fantastic apartment in an old villa that Anette lived in with her friend, huge, extremely bright and blessed with a terrace. I myself had missed not even having a balcony, especially in this hot summer, so that I could have sunbathed or simply enjoyed the warmth and fresh air. I really resented the fact that she had never let me come here before; her friend's presence wouldn't have bothered me that much! Of course, I immediately suggested that we go to the terrace. She agreed. There were also two deckchairs there; hers and her friend's. Unfortunately, it wasn't warm enough in the evening for real swimwear or for us to lie naked on the sun loungers, but we still didn't have much on. Anette was wearing really tight jeans shorts that only covered her pussy by a hand's breadth and a top that left her stomach exposed, and I was wearing slightly longer elasticated shorts and a white T-shirt. We brought ourselves something to drink and enjoyed the warm summer evening. It wasn't long before Anette reached out - and immediately sank her hand into my shorts. She's pretty direct about it; when she wants sex, you can feel it. After she had stroked my cock for a while, it quickly became hard, although I was actually far too lazy after a hard day's work and certainly hadn't initiated sex that quickly on my own. But of course I couldn't resist such an invitation. I climbed down from my deckchair, took the cushion off it and spread it out on the stone floor next to Anette's deckchair. Then I knelt down on it. I looked at her round, big tits, which were beautiful to see in the skimpy top. A few strokes and her nipples were already hard and protruding through the thin fabric. Now I pushed her top up further, stroked her bare breasts, put my mouth around both nipples one after the other and sucked on them. She moaned softly, took my hand and guided it between her legs. I gently rubbed up and down her crotch. She closed her thighs tightly around my hand on her shorts and rolled her hips to the side, to the right and back again. She seemed to be pretty horny already because she was moaning louder and louder. I fiddled with her shorts. I got them open easily, but it wasn't that easy to get them off. Anette had to help me by lifting her ass a little so that I could pull her down and undress her. Her panties came with her, which I found quite practical. She immediately spread her thighs wide apart and I buried my hand between her pubic hair, in her warm, wet pussy. After stroking her for a while, I felt like more. I pulled her down from her deckchair, spread out her pad on the ground and had created a real love bed for us on the stone floor of the terrace from the cushions of the deckchairs. She raised her arms, spread her legs and I quickly slipped out of my shorts and swung myself over her. She was so wet that my cock slid effortlessly into her as far as it would go. I fucked her for a while, but somehow I was horny, and she was even hornier, but I didn't really want to get in the mood to finish a fuck like that. We had known each other long enough at this point that fucking was no longer anything excitingly new. It had almost become a bit routine, and especially in my actually sluggish and exhausted mood that evening, it took a very special stimulus to not only awaken my arousal, but also my greed to reach orgasm. Anette seemed to sense that things weren't going to go well like this. She stopped me with her hands in front of my chest. "Shall we swap and I'll ride you a bit? " she asked, her voice hoarse with lust. She was clearly far more in the mood for sex than I was. I nodded. Yes, I would like that better, the riding position. At least it wasn't just a run-of-the-mill fuck. Besides, why should the men always have to do all the work when they're fucking? Let the women make an effort too! I climbed off Anette, she scrambled up and then I lay on my back on the cushions of the deckchairs and she sat on me and on my cock. She didn't slow down at all, but really got going with the riding. Her heavy tits bounced up and down so that I felt compelled to support them a little with my hands so that they didn't get too much momentum. Only after a while did Anette realize that she could tease her pussy much better if she didn't just go up and down on me very quickly, but if she pressed her pelvis all the way against mine and let it circle slowly. That's exactly what she did for quite a while. She spread her thighs even further apart than before and literally rammed her hips against mine. I let go of her tits, which no longer rocked so much with these movements, and grabbed her bottom instead. Her ass cheeks went wide apart, and even wider when she went up briefly, before she thrust again with her pelvis. I slid my fingers into the crack of her ass and began to gently massage everything I could find. The small folds of her rosette were particularly interesting, of course, and I explored them as if I had to make a drawing of them from memory afterwards. She seemed to really like it too; she started to squirm under my finger. Which, in turn, my cock didn't find so bad, these movements. At some point I tried to penetrate her with the tip of my little finger. I was a little apprehensive because we had never had anal sex together before and I didn't know how she would react to this attempt to penetrate her anally with my finger. It wasn't easy to get even her little finger inside her, because Anette's back entrance was damn tight. I bet she had never had anal sex before! The thought of anal sex really got my heart pounding. Finally, that tingling greed that drives you inexorably forward during sex until you come and that I had missed earlier began. After I had managed to sink my little finger into her a little, I paused for a moment and Anette also held still, gasping for breath. Finally, she started moving again. That was the sign for me that I could continue finger-fucking her ass. I managed to push my little finger into her butthole a little further and this time she even moaned quietly and very greedily. I carefully massaged all around her intestinal walls and she moaned louder. I took my finger back and pushed it in again, a little deeper, and she seemed to like that even better. By now she had almost completely stopped banging me, she only reacted to my ass fucking with her finger. With a raging lust, I thought about how hot it would be if I could persuade her to have anal sex now! If this wasn't an opportunity for anal sex, then I didn't know what was! But I continued to stand in my own way; I just didn't dare ask her to let me fuck her in the ass. In the end, it was Anette herself who came up with this suggestion. She had been hiding her head on my shoulder the whole time and enjoying my finger-fucking. But then she suddenly looked up, straight into my eyes. She grinned rather dirty and said: "Would you like to stick your cock in my ass? " It almost took my breath away that she said so directly what I had been thinking about so hesitantly. I couldn't make a sound, I could only nod. She pushed her upper body forward so that my little finger very slowly slipped out of her ass again, then she swung herself off me. I straightened up. As soon as I had also left the cushion, she got back on it, on all fours. Her hot ass stretched out towards me and when she lowered her upper body, her ass went a little higher and her buttocks gaped wide apart. There it was again, her adorable little tight rosette! Now I could see it for the first time and not just feel it. I quickly bent my head down and licked it a few times with my tongue. Anette twitched as if I had electrified her. I had to wrap my hands around her hips so that her poker beak didn't keep slipping out of my grasp. I held her tightly and dug my tongue so firmly into the middle of her rosette that it immediately slipped in a little. I immediately had a somewhat strange and totally unfamiliar taste in my mouth, but it wasn't bad at all. Anette moaned so loudly that the people upstairs could definitely hear it. The anal tongue fuck was just as much fun as the finger fuck earlier; but if I ever had the opportunity to be asked by a woman to fuck her in the ass, then of course I didn't want to miss it! It was time to shove my cock in where my tongue was at the moment. I finished the tongue fuck and then I remembered something really important. So far, I had only dealt with anal sex in theory. But I knew that you actually needed something like a lubricant for an ass fuck. And as tight as Anette was, I needed it twice as much. But I didn't feel like interrupting the anal sex we had just started, and I didn't even know if Anette really had any lube at all. So I took my cock and pushed it into her pussy again first, where I lubricated it all over with pussy juice with a few up and down movements. Anette was quite disappointed that I had taken her front opening after all and let me know with a quiet grumble, but I didn't let that bother me. Once my cock was nice and wet and slippery, I pulled it out of her again. Then I grabbed her pussy with my hands, took some of the love lubricant and spread it on her rosette, which twitched like crazy. That should be enough for a butt-fuck! I finally put my cock on her rosette. Anette was already moaning before I had penetrated even a millimeter. At first it even looked to me as if penetration was a complete impossibility. Anette was just too tight from behind! My hard cock bent, but the glans simply couldn't overcome the resistance of the sphincter. I tried again and again, I tried with slow, constant pressure, I tried with sudden, violent jerks, but nothing worked. I had to realize that I had to come up with something else, otherwise the ass fucking wouldn't work. Anal sex was nowhere near as easy in reality as it had been in my fantasy! I withdrew my cock once more and got some new pussy juice, which I spread over the glans and Anette's back entrance. That seemed to have done it; as I tried to penetrate her from behind again, I suddenly felt something give way - and I was already a tiny bit inside her ass! I didn't let up, I kept pushing and pushing and pushing and at some point something gave way again. Now more than my glans had disappeared into Anette's ass. She was breathing very shallowly and had tensed up a bit, but when I asked her hoarsely if everything was okay, she said yes. I carried on. In small jerks, I managed to get my cock all the way inside her with real effort. I was soaked with sweat at the end, it was so difficult. But the feeling when it was done and I was all the way inside her made up for all the effort! The thrill I had missed earlier set in immediately. I could hardly hold myself back. Even though my mind told me that this was definitely an anal deflowering for Anette and that I should perhaps slow down with the anal sex, it couldn't fight my inner urge to thrust again and again, faster and faster. Soon my balls were slapping against her ass and my hips were working like a machine under full load. Her cramp had long since released; she moaned, and she thrust her ass backwards when I thrust into her, so that my cock landed deep inside her every time, until at some point she could no longer keep up with my fast rhythm. I was ready; a few more hard thrusts and then, the last time, I literally impaled her with my cock as I poured into her rectum. Afterwards I was totally exhausted on her back. It had been really exhausting, this first ass fuck of my - and certainly her - life, but it had been totally worth it! My orgasm had seemed longer than it had been for a long time and I'd really cum inside her. I slowly withdrew from her again. There was a smacking sound and really something like a plop as my cock slid all the way out of her. Her butt hole was suddenly wide open. I watched in fascination. Only after a while did it close again and then it looked as tight as it did at the beginning. Then it suddenly glistened wetly and I saw some of my sperm flowing out of her again. It was immediately clear to me - we would do this ass fucking thing more often from now on!

When I came home from work one evening, I saw that I had new neighbors because the apartment next door had become vacant weeks ago. In principle, I didn't really care who moved in because, to be honest, the neighbors didn't really interest me and I wanted to have my peace and quiet. 2 weeks later there was a knock on my door and I was quite annoyed because it was already late in the evening as I had just come home from work, and who was standing in front of my door, the new neighbors. It quickly turned out that it was just a new neighbor. The man who was there had only helped her with the move as it was her brother, which was of little interest to me at the time as I just wanted to have a shower and go to bed. She introduced herself and told me that she was now my new neighbor and that she was looking forward to being good neighbors, since I had been raised well by my parents, I put on a friendly smile and introduced myself and returned the statement about being good neighbors, we talked a bit and then went back to our apartments. When I closed the door behind me, I realized what a beautiful woman had moved in next to me and noticed that I was feeling a little tight in my pants. I went back to work the next morning and had to slog through the whole day again until 8pm and was looking forward to the weekend to finally have time for myself and go shopping. The next morning I wanted to go shopping in a nearby shopping center and called a friend to see if he had time to bring money to the people, but he didn't, so I went alone. In this shopping center, after a shopping trip, I sat down in a restaurant and had a coffee when suddenly my neighbor came by and asked if she could sit down and have a chat with me. Of course I didn't say no. I asked her what she wanted to drink and ordered for her and we got talking. She told me that her name was Christina, that she was from Greece and that she was 36 years old. After we had talked and finished our drinks, I paid and wanted to go home, so I asked her if I should give her a lift as we lived in the same house. She accepted and we went to the car. When we arrived at the house we took a small elevator to our floor and we touched each other. I got an erection in my pants, which she noticed immediately and started smiling. Of course I was embarrassed and immediately turned red in the face, so she just told me to take my things home and come over to her immediately. When I entered my apartment, I took a shower beforehand, put on some fresh clothes and then walked over with a tingling sensation in my stomach. When I knocked, she opened the door to me where her body was only covered by an open bathrobe underneath a silk negligee where her black underwear flashed through. And again something happened in my pants. I sat down on the couch in the living room and she brought a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two glasses. After we had emptied the bottle, we both got quite warm and she suddenly grabbed my pants and took them off. And started to suck me off slowly and with a lot of feeling. She did it so well that I came within minutes and I wanted to pull it out because I told her I was coming and she just didn't want to let it go and let it all squirt into her mouth and swallowed it too. I was so surprised by her actions that he didn't even want to go limp, it made me so horny. She wiped her mouth and said that she finally wanted to be spoiled. We kissed tenderly on the mouth and I took off her clothes one by one and when she stood naked in front of me I saw her body and such a beautiful woman. 160cm short a handful of big breasts brown eyes black shoulder-length hair and an absolutely wonderful figure. I sat her down on the couch and started to tenderly kiss her thighs and slowly opened her legs and I saw her pussy dripping her juice so I couldn't resist and had to taste it. When I started to work on her clitoris with my tongue she started to twitch and moan and I realized that she had her first orgasm because her love juice suddenly shot out and squirted all over me and that made me so horny that I wanted to fuck her. We got up from the couch and went into the bedroom and on the way there she asked me what I thought about anal sex. I started to grin and she knew how I felt about it. As we lay on the bed she got some lube from the drawer and I saw that she had several vibrators.Suddenly she hung on my noodle again and blew like crazy on my flute again a concert but I had to pull it out otherwise I would have cum again. Now I licked her again and started to massage her butt hole with my index finger, then she knelt down and I started to fuck her pussy from behind. Honestly, she was very wet and extremely warm at the age of 36. Such a horny piece as I fucked her I felt her juice wanting to come out. Then she started that I should finally fuck her in the ass it's time. I didn't have to be told twice and as I pulled my cock out the juice flowed out of her cunt, I pulled my cock through a few times so that I didn't even need a lubricant to stick it in her back. When I put it on, it went as if by itself but this tight what was inside, I realized that it will not take very long until I have to cum so I took her hair in my hand and pulled her slightly to me suddenly she began to whimper and moan a scream could not be prevented. Then she suddenly said squirt everything in my ass, I want to feel your juice in me that made me so hot that after more movements I left my juice in her tight ass. When I pulled it out she cleaned my cock and we lay next to each other.

We had married young because of the birth of our son. Soon afterwards, marital fatigue and frustration set in, which another child only exacerbated. We spent our evenings in separate rooms and sex had become a foreign concept. Arguments were the order of the day and we both let ourselves go. As a result, we soon separated from each other. We saw each other a lot because of the children and we got on well together. Even then, I noticed that she had changed a lot. She used to be rather prudish, but now she was suddenly wearing super short skirts, which looked great on her long legs, and a pair of super sharp boots. When she walked in front of me like that, I often had to pull myself together not to grab her bottom. She also went out more often in the evening, which she never wanted to do before. All in all, she became what I always wanted in a wife, but never got. A few weeks ago, she called me to ask if I would like to go to the disco with her, as her friend had canceled at short notice. I agreed and picked her up for dinner at around 9pm. When she came out of the door, my breath caught in my throat: boots, smooth and shiny like latex, but made of a more velvety fabric, with a tight, short mini skirt that hugged her bottom beautifully. On top, a skin-tight white top, under which her breasts (80 D) protruded as if it should never have been otherwise. I must have forgotten to close my mouth because she laughed heartily when she got into the car. I couldn't take my eyes off her in the restaurant either, which obviously pleased her and made her show herself off even more. She also danced in front of me in the disco and really got me going with her movements. My cock had already made some room in my pants hours ago. But she was my ex-wife and what happened in my imagination will never be real. After a few hours and plenty of cocktails, we left the disco and drove home. We drove to my place first and then she had to go on alone. When we arrived at my place, she asked me if she could come up for a coffee (I've never had coffee and I don't have any!!! ). Of course I agreed, silently hoping that my fantasies of the evening would come true after all. After some small talk and a bottle of wine, she disappeared into the bathroom. I thought she had to pee, but then I heard the shower running. My thoughts ran at a gallop with me. What should I do? Go in? Wait? I decided to wait and imagined her body as I knew it. Her big breasts, the thick bush in her crotch and the belly button piercing. When the door opened, I quickly sobered up: she had put all her clothes back on. I tried not to let it show and went into the bathroom to have a wank so that I could concentrate a bit more and not just think about one thing. As I sat down on the edge of the bath, I suddenly saw her thong lying on the floor. I picked it up and immediately squirted with joy. However, my cock was still standing like a rock. I quickly freshened up and went back into the living room. She was sitting there on the back of my sofa with her legs slightly apart. I tried to catch a glimpse of her pussy, but I didn't succeed. She smiled at me again and knew exactly how horny I was for her. She pulled her skirt up a little, revealing her pussy. To my delight, there wasn't a hair to be seen, but everything was clean-shaven. "Do you like it like that? " I didn't utter a word and dropped to my knees to put my head between her legs. As I licked my tongue over her lips, she clamped my head down with her thighs. I savored the scent of her pussy, which I had always found very pleasant. She started to move her pelvis and I pressed my tongue piercing against her clit. She released me and I came up and kissed her. It was a great feeling: soft knees like the first time but a familiarity like years later. My hands went down her neck and caressed her throat. She leaned her head back and offered me her neck. I pampered her with a few kisses and slowly ran my hands under her shirt. She had also taken off her bra so I could stroke her already hard nipples. She took off her shirt and I kissed and licked her breast. Then I took a step back and was thrilled: the high boots, the mini skirt and her bare, tanned upper body and long hair. I was hornier than ever. She came up to me: "Have you seen anything you fancy? " "Oh yes" I stuttered back. "Then help yourself to it, " she quipped back. I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed her and stroked her breast. I carefully pinched her nipples, which she thanked me for with a deep sigh. I took off my shirt and she got down on her knees in front of me and opened my pants to take out my cock. She put her lips to it and sucked on it. Then she took it all the way into her mouth and gave me a good rub. I took my pants off completely and she turned around and bent them over the sofa, which caused her skirt to ride up so high that her pussy was revealed. I stood behind her and slowly pushed my boyfriend into her wet cunt. She propped herself up against the front of the sofa so that she could push her pelvis really hard against me with every thrust. My fingers wandered around her sphincter, which obviously really got her going. We'd tried anal before, but she hadn't really enjoyed it. This time seemed to be different. When I inserted my finger at the back, she bit her lips and a huge wince went through her body. She asked me to lie down. She stood over me and I saw the juice running out of her pussy. She squatted over my pelvis and directed my cock to her back entrance and slowly slid onto it while I could see it disappearing inside her and could also enjoy the sight of her wet crack. After a few up and down movements, I realized how my juice was slowly rising. She started to clench her muscles tightly to suck out the last drops, which gave me a wonderful orgasm and I cum deep inside her. She had gotten so excited again that she turned around and pressed her pussy onto my face so that I could pleasure her again with my tongue. I was able to examine her open hole at the back and noticed how she was approaching a new wave of pleasure. Suddenly she jerked her pelvis and a small warm jet hit me in the face - she had become so horny that she had cum herself. She stayed on top of me for a moment until we had a bath.

Just a few weeks ago, this chair was simply a beautiful old Bauhaus designer piece - simple, timeless and definitely not part of my erotic fantasies. Now it stands there and innocently invites me to sit down. But it no longer deceives me, I now know what it really has to offer... And I want you to know too. But allow me to take a brief look back at how it all began and took its course. In the beginning - as so often - there was an end. In this case, the end of a seven-year relationship. A good four years with a marriage certificate and a good two years without sex. The official end and my husband moving out were actually a relief - it gave me another chance to finally realize myself sexually at the age of 42. I had been aware of my submissive streak for many years and had found a partner in my husband who liked it, but unfortunately wasn't dominant enough to demand it. In short, I took a very targeted approach this time and thanks to the internet, you can at least roughly pre-sort the frogs. But since there's no guarantee of a prince here either, it took a few months and a few more or less good dates before the right one showed up on my doorstep. Even his profile on the WWW was, at least for me, very different from the others. Just reading it made my head click and my stomach tingle. Somehow I sensed that this wasn't just about good sex, but really about dominance - and that starts in my head. It's been two months now and since then I've finally been educated to become a "servant of lust". In the following part, I would like to share a little of my pleasure and my suffering with you - and that brings us back to the chair in my bedroom. When my master took the chair from the living room upstairs to the bedroom one evening after dinner, I was surprised but didn't think anything of it. My bedroom is a large room with a dark wooden floor, elegant baroque wallpaper and a collection of beautiful old furniture. The atmosphere is reminiscent of a high-class brothel, just the thing for long, lustful evenings. First, my master made himself comfortable on the chair. I was allowed to undress for him and show him my body. I always like to do that, because I'm a little proud of my slim, well-rounded 167 centimetres. Just undressing made me horny and when he blindfolded me, I was full of anticipation. The blindfold was followed by an elaborate arrangement of ropes around my breasts and neck. The light but constant pressure of the ropes made me even hornier. His invitation to sit on the chair was almost a disappointment. My body wanted sex. But the possibilities of being fucked sitting on a chair are not particularly good. He led me the two steps to the chair, but instead of turning me around so I could sit down, he took my hands and then I felt something wet and cold. Lube. He made me lean forward and brought my palms together until I felt a thick dildo sticking up from the seat of the chair. While I softened the dildo with the lube from my hands, my bottom went cold. My master generously spread another portion of cream on my hot asshole. I started to feel a little queasy and my fears were immediately confirmed. "And now..." he said, "turn around, pull your ass cheeks apart and make yourself comfortable on the artificial cock. " His friendly "You can take your time" didn't make it any easier for me. I love being fucked in the ass. But this XXL dildo wanted to tear me apart. Somehow I managed to take it inside me in its entire length and thickness, although I tried to reduce the pressure inside me a little by resting my arms on the backrests. As you can imagine, this didn't really work with the drilling cock in my ass... Then came more ropes that secured my arms and legs to the backrests and chair legs. Finally, a rope around my stomach and the backrest so that I couldn't escape from my fat tormentor. I was not at all prepared for what came next. My master had pulled a kind of hood over my head. I got enough air through the holes in my nose and mouth, but every time I breathed in, the material stuck more to my face. In addition, my hearing was impaired - and after a few minutes I found it increasingly difficult to tell where my master was. My tension increased... Suddenly there was a light touch on my arm, almost like a caress. The stroking switched from one arm to the other, moving down to my open thighs. I was just starting to relax and enjoy the touch when I was hit on the upper arm. That hurt! My body tensed up and I tried to control the pain by breathing. But then the next blow came and more followed down my arms and along my legs. My body twitched with every stroke - and with every twitch it drove the dildo a little deeper into my backside. As I tried to breathe the pain in and out of me, I quickly developed another problem: I was getting short of air! The accelerated breathing made the mask stick more and more to my face. When I no longer knew whether I should concentrate on the pain or the breathing, it was suddenly over. Relief spread and the tension in my body gradually eased... But suddenly an insane pain shot through my pierced nipples. My head flew back, my back arched and the dildo was so deep inside me that I thought I was going to burst. But the pain in my nipples overrode even this feeling. Then suddenly my master's hand was on my clit, rubbing and massaging it, sliding down into my wet crack... Pleasure spread through me so that I hardly noticed the pain in my nipples because I was so horny. On the contrary, they became part of my pleasure. Until the moment the clamps were released again - the pain was excruciating! But then it was over. My pride wouldn't have been able to withstand the pain much longer. After all the restraints were released, my master took me in his arms. I felt his warmth and the support he gave me. I hope that I was able to give him some pleasure and that he is a little proud of his property.

My wife Tina had come up with something completely different for our vacation this year. She had booked a room for the two of us on a farm near Martendorf so that we wouldn't have to stay in a hotel for 14 days and be served from top to bottom. When we arrived, we were greeted by an elderly gentleman who looked my wife up and down, his gaze fixed on Tina's bust and he was probably imagining the most fantastic things, only when I cleared my throat did he take his eyes off Tina and lead us through a few corridors to our room. My wife asked me "Did you see how the old man looked at me? That was more than intrusive, the only thing missing was him feeling me up to see if everything was real." I laughed and said, "I bet he's never seen such a pretty woman with such huge breasts." We put our things in the wardrobe and went to check in again, but it wasn't as easy as we thought. The corridor that led to our rooms split several times and neither I nor Tina knew exactly how to get out, we decided to start on the right and soon came to the end of the corridor that was still under construction, the next corridor was much brighter and had already been partially renovated, but we hadn't been able to get through here either. Just as we were about to turn around and go back to the main corridor we heard this strange noise, it sounded like a rattling or gurgling, we kept very still and listened, yes there it was again this time more of a moaning, somewhere at the end of the corridor in one of the rooms someone seemed to have hurt themselves or was in pain, we walked on slowly to give the person any help we could. We could hear the moaning and panting more and more clearly and we were sure it was coming from the room at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar and Tina was there first and looked in cautiously, I saw her eyes get big and she held me back with her hand when I tried to push the door open, she pushed me back and held her finger in front of her lips to quiet me. She whispered as she told me that the old man from the registration desk was having fun with a cute young girl. I looked carefully around the corner and couldn't believe my eyes, the old man was leaning half standing, half sitting on a beam and a girl of about 18 was standing with her backside to his robe and fucking herself with his cock with relish, it was she who was panting and moaning so loudly, She must be on the verge of climax, her eyes are closed and her pelvis flies wildly back and forth, the old man hardly moves, he leans on the beam and only slaps her ass cheeks, which are already bright red, with the flat of his hand every now and then. The girl must be having a constant orgasm because she squeals and gasps and then falls back into a voluptuous moan. The old man lets her dance on his cock for quite a while until he suddenly takes the initiative himself and stands up, he pulls his cock out of the girl and I see the monster he is working her pussy with for the first time. Tina moans at the sight, she had never seen such a huge cock before. The old man turns the girl and helps her to sit on the bar, he lifts her legs up and aims his hammer at her cunt, the girl grabs the cock, guides it to her hole and the old man sears it to the limit with one thrust. As he thrusts, his sack slaps against her ass and Tina can hardly believe that the giant disappears completely into her cunt. After just a few thrusts the girl is already gone again, she has her arms around the man's neck and is fucking against this monster. I am amazed at the stamina and endurance of the man, who I estimate to be at least sixty-five, as he rams his rock-hard cock relentlessly into her cunt. He didn't seem to be interested in the little girl's tits at all, she had only undressed underneath. It was quite a while before the two of them changed positions again, the girl now stretched her ass towards him and pulled her buttocks apart, as the old man was so tall and the girl was bent over in front of him, he fucked her from above and we saw how the thick cock moved in and out of her shaved cunt. The swollen labia stretched around the mighty trunk and shone dark red. The old man was a horny stallion and Tina moaned as if she was being pushed by the cock herself, she was really carried away by the fuck and when the old man then stuck his thumb in the little girl's asshole and she moaned loudly "yes, go deeper, fuck my asshole", Tina was over the moon. She grabbed her crotch and pressed her hand against her cunt, the old man widened the girl's asshole with his fingers, he spit on it and made her sphincter submissive, the thick cock in her cunt and meanwhile two fingers in her rosette, the girl only babbled incomprehensible words and when the old man then put his stallion cock on her asshole and slowly pushed it in, I also stopped spitting. I was so tied up that I didn't even notice Tina's hand disappearing under her skirt and wanking her pussy, only when I heard her moaning and saw her body twitching did I realize that she had just had an orgasm. I had heard from colleagues that some women want to be fucked in the ass, but I had never spoken to Tina about it or even tried it and she had never complained. My cock pressed painfully against my pants, the sight of the young girl and how the mighty bolt stretched her tender hole left no healthy man cold, the old man accelerated his thrusts again, then pulled his cock out of the little girl and squirted with a loud grunt over her back. He spread his sperm with the glans over her back and ass cheeks as we carefully and quietly withdrew from the hallway. We went back to the room and when the door closed behind us Tina stripped the skirt off her hips, followed by the soaking wet panties and when I didn't undress quickly enough she said "Go on, I'm horny and want you right now." I stood in front of her, somewhat taken aback, and when I didn't move immediately she came towards me and started to open my pants. My cock was hard and stiff and a drop of anticipation had formed on the tip of my glans. When Tina threw herself onto our bed and spread her legs, I could see her cunt so clearly for the first time in a long time. The thick pubic hair was glistening with her juices and you could see the labia shimmering through it. My wife gave me the creeps, she had never shown herself so freely and without shame in my presence. I climbed onto the bed with her and scorched my cock in her hole, while I fucked Tina I thought of the little girl and how she was rammed by the old man, the whole thing had excited me so much that I coughed after a short time. Tina said it was nice, but she hadn't had an orgasm this time. While I wanted to get some sleep after the act, Tina put on her bathrobe and left the room for the showers. I didn't know how long I had dozed off but when I woke up again I was still alone, I didn't think about it for long but decided to go to the showers too. When the old man showed us the way to the showers on arrival, he didn't mention that they were communal, because when I stood in front of the door and looked for a men's and women's door, there was only a sign saying washroom. I pushed open the thick solid oak door and stepped inside, a swirl of fumes met me and I looked around first, everything was done here whether you wanted to do laundry or take a shower it happened here. The shower cubicles were at the back of the room and there were four of them, I walked past the washing machines and was just about to start shouting when I heard voices, I literally froze in my tracks and listened to the sounds coming from one of the cubicles, "no, not that's not - oh my God - yes, yes, go deeper give me more of that lovely cock" I clearly recognized the voice of a woman and crept closer to the cubicle. The voice sounded very excited and I suspected Tina was in there and was about to storm the cubicle. But first I wanted to see what they were doing there, I knelt on the floor and peered under the edge of the cubicle, I saw three legs in a puddle of water, two of which didn't belong to Tina, I carefully crept further into the next cubicle and climbed onto the shelf. As I carefully lifted my head over the cabin wall and peered in, my blood shot into my cock. The old man from the registration desk was standing between the thighs of a busty brunette I didn't know yet and was fucking her with long, deep thrusts into her hot hole. I was glad that it wasn't my wife he was fucking, but I watched curiously as they did it. He had lifted one of her legs and watched as his wet, shiny cock moved in and out between her labia, I was lucky that I remained undetected because the woman had her eyes closed and was fucking as best she could against the mighty trunk.Damn, the guy had stamina, first the young thing and now another hot woman in her forties.He stepped on the gas and his thrusts became faster and faster, the woman had a violent orgasm when he suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt, pushed her down by the shoulders and said "suck my cock and suck out the juice you horny piece" she fell to her knees a little dazed in front of him and swallowed his cock as far as she could with her sucking mouth. The old man literally fucked her down her throat, her juices and her spit mixed together and formed a creamy ring on her lips. The woman could hardly catch her breath with the thick cock in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out with every thrust of the man as if they were about to burst, her eyes were wide open and I was afraid of being discovered, but either she didn't see me or she didn't care at the moment, because suddenly the old man took his cock in his hand and began to jerk it violently. She sat in front of him with her mouth open, expecting his juice, his ass cheeks clenched and his pelvis jerked forward as the cream squirted across her face, his cum ran down her cheeks to her neck, his juice stuck in her hair and his cock kept spurting until she put her mouth over the glans and swallowed the rest. I thought it was disgusting how the guy squirts his sperm over the woman and then she takes the slimy cock in her mouth, swallows the juice and licks it clean, I had never made such a perverse mess with my Tina. However, when I wanted to get off the rack to leave, I only noticed that my little friend was sticking out hard from the bathrobe, the spectacle of the two of them had made me hornier than I wanted to admit. When I opened the door to our room, Tina was waiting for me, she was lying under the comforter and asked me where I had been, I told her what I had seen and what a sex fiend the old man was. I acted very indignant and also told her about the woman and how she had milked his cock. She shook her head in incomprehension, mumbled something I didn't understand and then turned away from me and fell asleep. I wanted to let her sleep in peace, so I went off on my own to get to know our vacation spot a little better. The farm was very large and as the various renovations were still in full swing, some areas of the former stables could not be entered. In the near future, rooms for around 500 beds were to be built here. I was curious about the construction site and entered the cordoned-off area despite the prohibition. I had been walking for quite a while and was heading back towards my room when I saw Tina crossing the yard, she was walking towards the containers where the construction workers were staying. I called her name but she didn't hear me, I just saw her stop in front of a container, knock, the door was opened and a tall man pulled her inside, two men who came from the building site also entered the container. When I arrived and wanted to open the door, it was locked, I wanted to wait until Tina came out again and didn't think anything of it at first that the door was locked. The container was in the middle of a small pine grove and when I looked around a bit I noticed the pipe that led from the container wall into a hole in the ground, it also smelled very strong here and on closer inspection I realized that this was a toilet container. I walked slowly around the box and suddenly heard voices coming from one of the vents. "Come on you horny bitch suck me and take it deep! " another voice said, "That's a horny pig, she's shaved and her cunt is swollen and soaking wet, you couldn't wait and rubbed yourself horny, or did your old man just get it for you? " I was frightened, only Tina and the men were in the container, I stormed back to the door, tugged and tore at it but nothing happened, I ran to the back again and listened, this time I heard moaning and whining from the opening and then a voice again, so you horny piece now I'll stick my cock in your ass, bend over and stick your ass up, then a loud, voluptuous moan and Tina's voice, yes, finally fuck deep ouuhhhh yes, you come too, I froze and couldn't move anymore, I listened intently at the ventilation slits and tried in vain to look through the thin cracks into the room. I ran to the other side of the container and discovered a narrow window at the top, I took one of the empty beer crates and placed it against the container wall, now I could see into the room through the open gap. I was left spitting when I saw Tina kneeling on the floor surrounded by men taking turns shoving their cocks in her mouth while a man serviced her from behind, I screamed like a spit and the men stopped for a moment, I screamed again for them to stop immediately and open the door, one of the men said OK and gestured for me to come to the door. I heard the latch click and before I knew it, the guy had grabbed me and pulled me into the container, he locked it behind us and held me tight, the container had three toilets and three pee bowls and it smelled strongly of urine. There were three others here with the guy holding me, who continued to stick their cocks into my wife, unimpressed by my presence. I wanted to protest and scream but when I saw the lust on Tina's face and she smiled at me as her cock was up to the hilt in her ass, I slowly realized that she wasn't being raped but had arranged this meeting. I indicated to the man behind me that he could let go of me. A little hesitantly he let my arms out of his iron-hard grip, the guys all had a physique like strength athletes and I would have expected such cocks on ponies. For me it was all like a dream, I just stood there and watched my wife give herself to these men. The guy who had held me stood at a piss basin and emptied his bladder, he didn't even shake off his cock when he went to Tina and pushed his half-stiff dick into her mouth, then he said "come and join in, your wife is a horny woman and she can take a lot, I couldn't move and just stood there, the man fucking her asshole was thrusting faster and harder and then he pulled his dick out and stood in front of her face, he moaned and shouted "go suck it you pig and swallow my juice! While Tina took the man's cock in her mouth and sucked on the glans with lust, the next one had stepped behind her and stuck his cock in her already fucked hole, the guy in front of her had the nipples between his fingers and pulled the heavy tits upwards, his hips swung back and forth and Tina gasped and blew as the cock almost completely disappeared in her mouth, his balls slapped against her chin and when he came, he grinned at me and pumped the juice down her throat. I stare stunned at my wife who, after the guy has withdrawn, looks at me and smiles as the sperm drips from her mouth. The next guy is there immediately and holds out his cock for her to suck, which Tina devours with relish. The guy who had shot his juice comes to me and says "Tina is a super horny woman, I wish I had such a dirty piece at home, but my old lady only fucks in the dark and then only every 2 months, you're really lucky with that woman! I knew what he meant but should I now be proud that my wife here in the toilet container let herself be fucked like a bitch in heat by construction workers? The woman I'd always thought of as staid and decent and with whom, as I said, I only had sex in the dark once every three months. I couldn't quite share his enthusiasm, although my cock was making itself painfully felt in my tight pants. How could it be that I got horny at the sight of this, was I a pervert or was I just telling myself all these moral concepts so as not to offend or conform to the norm? That was over now. The three guys changed positions, one lay down on the floor and Tina had to stick his cock up her ass with her back to him, her shaved cunt glistening with the juice of her lust and I felt a sting in my balls as the next guy stood between her wide-spread legs and penetrated her cunt from the front. The two of them fucked her with fast, deep thrusts and the man under her squeezed and kneaded her tits while the other twirled her stiff nipples between his fingers. The third grabbed her head and pressed his cock between her lips, so she was now fucked in all holes and moaned with lust, she obviously enjoyed being taken by the three of them and I wondered why I hadn't noticed anything of her fantasies and needs for so long. The fuckers changed positions a few more times before cumming one after the other all over Tina's face and tits. When the last one had finished his juice and joined the others to rest, my horny wife came up to me and said "nah my darling, now you know what a woman wants! She opened my pants and pulled out my stiff cock, I didn't care that we had an audience and I just let her do it, Tina knelt in front of me and sucked my cock deep into her mouth, her splattered face and the cum running down her body only made me hornier. I felt no disgust, just pure lust. I had just been piqued by the woman in the shower, but now the sight of Tina made me horny as hell. The four men were watching us and two of them were jerking themselves stiff again, I let them suck me for a while and then turned them around, I also wanted to fuck them from behind and put my cock in their asshole, the two men lined up in front of Tina and took turns pushing their smeared cocks into her mouth, these perverted guys stroked their glans through the cum on her body and then sucked the pistons clean again, my sweetheart devoured the greasy and smelly cocks as if they were candy canes, I couldn't hold on any longer at this sight and squirted deep in her asshole. My sweetie turned around and almost swallowed my cock and balls, she sucked and licked until the last bit was in her sucking mouth. Tina was insatiable and made our cocks stop again and again. She was only satisfied after everyone had shot their juice at least three times. So filled up we went back to our room completely satisfied, where she then told me how the gangbang with the construction workers had come about.