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Summer Workout Part 2

It continues!

I was climbing out of the pool. My pussy was still tingling from the licking I just had. I used my shirt to dry off a little. Brook instructed me to put on my pajamas, so I followed her to our room to change. I pulled up the bottoms and started to button the pajama top. There was a sudden knock at the door, and Brook now having her pajaamas on went to get it. Then I heard excited greatings and then Brook appeared at the door with two attractive twins at her side. I had my shirt undone still and I was just staring at them with one of my breast hanging out there for them to see.

"This is Kirstin and Kristin," Brook announced, "This is Nicole."

I nodded and smiled and finished buttoning my top. Then Brooke took them to their room and told them that we will behaving a slumber party in the den. This was the first that I heard of it, and thoughts went through my head of what she was up to. Then Brooke and the twins came back and they all now had pajamas on.

"Lets all go to the den," Brooke said, "I got everything set up."

I was waiting for Brooke to do something seductive the whole night, but we just had a normal slumber party like when I was little. We had snacks watched movies and just goofed off a little. Around midnight we went to bed on the floor and we shared a comferter and just laid down next to each other.

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The next morning, we all slepting a little because of the late night. We got up and had breakfast. Brooke told us that we will be going on a hike that will take up most of the day. We all got up after breakfast and changed into hiking clothes. We all met by the front door and we went to outside and we followed Brooke to a trail and we started to hike.

"This trail goes all the way to the top of the mountain," Brooke explained, "I should take us an hour and we will be back at lunch."

We all hike up the mountain talking and having a good time. The trail was slightly steep, and it took us an hour and a half. Once we got near the top we heard running water. As we continued on, the water got louder. Soon we got to the top and there was a waterfall falling to the most refreshing water pool I had seen. The water looke so clean and refreshing. It reflected the sky like a mirror. I could see that Brooke and the twins were thinking of the samething.

"Well I'm going in for a dip," Brooke said taking off her backpack.

We all started to take off our clothes and I stoped when I got into my underwear, but then I saw them go all the way nude so I took off my bra and panties. We were all standing waiting for someone to hop in first. I could see that Kirstin and Kristin had boobs much larger than mine. They were DD size boobs, definently not anything smaller. Then I saw the twins go behind Brook and they picked her up and carried her squirming naked body to the edge to throw her off. I went to help them and we through Brooke into the water. The drop was maybe five feet. I turned around and faced the twins. They both smiled and they both pushed me I quickly reacted and grabed them. I accidedently grabed Kristin by one of her large breast and she came in with me. Then we were both in the cool water with Brooke. Kirstin was just at the top laughing, and then she did a cannon ball into the water. We started to have a splash fight. It was very vicious. It got to a point to where I could not see. When the water calmed, I looked up to see Brooke making out with Kirstin. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and a tingle in my pussy and I turned to see Kristin and she started to make out with me. She stuck her tounge in my mouth and I returned the favor. I felt so good kissing her. Then I mindlessly grabed one of her large breast, and she returned the favor to me by giving my tits a squeeze. She moved her attention to my breast from my lips and started sucking my nipple. It felt so good I started to moan. I got louder and louder then Brooke and Kirstin looked at me with an amussed expresstion on her face.

"Can you get any louder," Brooke said sarcasticly.

I started to blush and then Brooke got out of the water and we followed.

"I'm starving," Brooke said, "lets go."

She scooped up our clothes, put it in her backpack.

"We are going to walk down naked," I asked, "What if someone else comes on the trail?"

"This is a private trail," Brooke said, "I don't think we will run into any other people."

We walked down the trail in the nude letting the air dry us off. Our breast were bobing up and down as we walked. It took us only fourty-five minutes to make it back to the building. We all put on clothes and had a light lunch.

"How are you enjoying this fitness camp," Brooke asked, "Well it is going to have to end in two days due to problems at work."

We all moaned and we went to our rooms for a nap. I had a dream of the spring and our hike went on longer and we started to do something, but I was woken by Kirstin.

"Get dressed for stretching," she said, "You got ten minutes."

I put on a jogging suit and I went to a room similar to the room at the gym back home. We all sat down and we did basic stretches. Then we got into more difficult stretches. The all of the sudden we did a very difficult stretch. I was basicly upside down, and all of the sudden by shirt fell down, and my breasts fell out of my shirt. I looked around baressed, but I could see it happened to everyone else. Then Brooke sat up and took of her shirt, and then took off her pants. She instructed the twins and I to do the same so we did. Then Brooke pushed me over and imediatly started to go nuts on my pussy. Then all of the sudden, the twins came down on me and each took a breast and began to suck on my nipples. All I could do was shiver and let them finish. They went on till I made the floor wet. Then Brooke and I each took a twin and ate their pussies. Then the twins and I all went at Brooke and we all rubed her pussy and licked it and fingered her. She cummed almost right away.

"Well," Brooke asked, "who is hungry."

"No thanks," Kristin said, "I just ate if you know what I mean."

Part 3 will come soon.

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Something about Jennifer

Jennifer has certainly captured a fancy ........

Jennifer was a very shy girl, yet an intelligent student in class. Somewhere in the nooks of Liverpool was a house, where Jennifer lived with her parents and brother. Her father was an executive, he was very gentle in nature, very charming person, her mother Barbara was a typical housewives, engaged in chores, some or the other... often wished life could take some turns, no she wasn't an envious lady, she had friends both rich and middle class, she was just herself... she just wanted to spice up life. So, back to Jennifer, despite being shy Jennifer communicated with boys, not a lot ... ut she did get along with few of them, like most girls she kept most female friends and she loved them all, she had male friends as well, but she knew her limits. Jennifer followed her own very fashion, brown hair tied up in a pony tail, pouty lips pursed, making them even softer. Decent pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt, she didn't like to reveal a lot, but she wasn't old fashioned either, she knew she should be admirable, but certainly not get vulgar. She didn't like being called 'hot' or 'sexy', even though she secretly enjoyed attention from males. Being a girl of nineteen, she was quite healthy, round and curvicious hips, well toned legs and thighs, her usual attention always drove down to her back, to her buttocks, she knew they were round, perhaps just a bit too round and curvy, thought Jennifer to herself.... actually she liked it, having her buttocks a bit meaty definately seemed hot for her, wearing tight jeans definately teased her round buttocks, the two mounds of flesh seemed to just fight against the fabric and just jut out. Jennifer didn't mind at all, infact she thought of herself a woman and a woman who had decent curves. For her age, she didn't have big , but a decent pair of two round ones. She admired her breasts, she knew she would be just as attractive as her mother someday, not to mention Jennife often peeked to her parent's room just witness her mother changing her bra, therefore Jennifer had already concluded that her mother did carry out a a body to really look at.

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So, back to Jennifer. The whole neighbourhood on streets of Liverpool were familiar with this young woman, she maintained a healthy happy relation with all her neighbours. She loved little children, but to an extent untill they didn't get on her nerves, yeah she did agree to babysit, sometimes even more extra hours... not for spending the whole time with troublemaking brats but for some extra money, somehow Jennifer enjoyed the job, the children loved her a lot, she got along well with the kids. Jennifer was full of smiles and sushine, she was positive, caring and nice, even thoughsecretly naughty and frisky, Jennifer didn't dare to flirt with a guy yet, not being amongst much guys at school, she didn't dare to approach or await a chance. Jennifer loved being herself, she loved things to be in limit, even being dressed or spending time with friends, she wasn't into pubs or clubs or even late night discos. She had turned down many such invitations from friends, she knew no matter what, she had to be home by 11, and thats all, she didn't care of the world... she loved being in her own way. She was sweet, she was caring, she was naughty, she was just Jennifer. Jennifer was partially aware of all the attention she got, sexually. Having a decent curvy figure, she did draw some pairs of eyes, one of them was the black bluesman who lived in the same lane, just a couple of houses away, his house was somehow very small, worn out and quite old. The bluesman was almost a middle aged guy, slightly wrinkled face, rough pair of grey-black beard and moostache, apparently 45 years of age. Shiny bald head, usually glistened with big beads of sweat. No, no... the guy wasn't a crook or a rogue, he was quite decent and friendly, even though he hardly showed it. Being in an almost white community, he had felt a bit uncomfortable getting almong with neighbours, but he also made some nice acquaintances, he knew most parents really didn't like him, looked at him with the 'the big black monster will now eat our children' look, the bluesman didn't care a damn as well. He knew he had people who liked him, people who hated him, he was just being himself, sitting on the balcony of his house, with a pair of drums, kicking back on the armchair, enjoying the soft warm breeze. As evening approached the sound of his rough palms on the drums would fill the whole air, the ears of the neighbours, some found it awfuly irritating, some really enjoyed it. Life for the bluesman was just the usual everyday, so back to Jennifer.. she definately had captured the bluesman's fancy, not just once but a couple of times. The bluesman found Jennifer to be mysteriously beautiful, it was almost her personality that made him more and more curious, she wasn't envious, she didn't wear cheap dresses to reveal herself, she wasn't bitchy like most girls he had known. That wasn't all, the old middle aged pair of eyes often got drawn o the soft silky brown hair tied in a pony tail descending down to a beautiful pair of blue eyes and down to pouty pink lips, just like rose buds, the fresh pale creamy skin, so smooth and so butterly, thought the black bluesman, as Jennifer passed by his house, he would often beat his drums twice. It was like every usual day, Jennifer just didn't care or give any attention to the man. She carried on her way. The bluesman never failed to lay his eyes on the pair of her fine buttocks that wiggled all the way as she walked, the tight material of the jeans tries so hard to hold the grip of the two fleshy mounds, so soft like buns... thought the bluesman, his eyes had witnessed a lot of skinny girls.... he seemed really sattisfied with Jennifer's healthy physique. The girl was an angel, thought the bluesman... his palms careesing the surface of the drums, his fingers tapping against them. Jennifer was somehow aware of the peeks given by the middle aged bluesman, till an extent she found it to be sick, on the other hand...she didn't seem to mind a lot, she thought of it to be natural, knowing men were secretly beasts, she unhesitantly allowed the middle aged black man to ogle her, it was somehow the beat of his drums thatirritated Jennifer, gave her goosebumps as well, everytime she would cross the lane by his house, the man never failed to beat his drums twice.... the sound scared her, excited her too. She was confused, but she didn't care, she knew the black bluesman was good for nothing, she had found it quite amusing to find him in her community where she had really never been amongst black people... but she dind't hate him either, she had never found him to be negative, nasty or brutal, though she was scared to have him approach her way.

At Jennifer's school, things were pretty normal, she maintained a normal healthy relation with her teachers, she even helped the juniors in her science lab, she got along with her classmates quite well, Jennifer wasn't envious nor bitchy either, therefore she didn't draw any foes, but certainly drew good companies. Jennifer was happy with her life, she had friends who were in a relationship, who loved to party, have sex, but she didn't care... she made her believe everyday, she just wasn't ready for a relationship yet. She knew she needed time, she needed time to realize if she can eally keep any faith on men or not. The only man she could trust was, ofcoarse her father... though she was more close to her mother Barbara. Jennifer loved to engage herself in books and films. When not being able to concentrate on studies, she would just end up watching a film or reading a book, something to have her mind engaged on, she hated being idle minded. It was just another day, Jennifer had turned down a prom night invitation from a friend, talking of prom nights, last month was all she could think about ... a guy had asked her for a dance, he seemed so gentle... she tried hard, but couldn't refuse, he had more than five pegs and sooner accidently split some drink on her evening gown, not just that... but he was also quite drunk... and forced her to dance even more, she couldn't take it anymore and just had to leave. No more proms, no more silly accidents, no more crazy men, thought Jennifer to herself as she took a book and started reading.

Yet it was another fine cool breezy evening on Sunday, Jennifer decided to do some chores, she opened the windows.....breathing slow and enjoying the fresh chilly breeze. the soft melody of slow swift winds along with the little children playing entertained her ears untill the sound of drums struck again, Jennifer could see the window of the bluesman's house from her room, he knew the old guy would be beating his drums and singing now. She decided to get back to work and not pay attention, the little noise of tribal songs hit Jennifer's ears, she liked something about it, maybe the warmth of his voice, the emotions in it, the music of his own soil. Jennifer found herself enjoying the song. The bluesman didn't care about drawing any attention, there were many who didn't pay a single attention but the children did enjoy it, they would stop playing and just stare at the middle aged black man playing his drums. as Jennifer proceeded her way to the marker, she decided to just stop by the bluesman's house and just listen, just listen to the song was she wanted, she didn't intend to steal glances. She walked to the fence and stood by the tree listening to his song, the warmth passionate dark voice along with the beating of drums had her skin tingling, she started to sweat... the bluesman seemed to potray his emotions freely from his songs, Jennifer couldn't help but go a bit near to his house and stare at the man, his eyes closed... an old brown hat on his coal black head, a warm smile lay between his rough moostache and whiskers, the rough pair of big hands never stopped beating on the drums. Thick beads of sweat dripped from his forehead to his broad black nose and to his thick lips, his coal black skin glistened with sweat, Jennifer was forced to lock her eyes to his. Those eyes were saying a lot, almost in tears, either of joy or grief. He lay there comfortably on his jacket, an old pair of pants and boots. Jennifer was totally in silence, when suddenly she just let out a cough, oops thought Jennifer to herself. The bluesman's eyes sprang open.... finding Jennifer standing by his fence, a pair of tight jog pants and a dark t-shirt that seemed to contrast very well with her rich pale skin which were almost pink from sweat.... for some moments they just locked their eyes on each other. The bluesman had his eyes scanning every nch of Jennifer who was trbling and couldn't move an inch. His eyes moved from her well toned feet to her slender legs ascending to her thick curvy thighs and upto her fleshy arms and a round warm face. Those flesh requires a rough pair of hands to careess them, thought the bluesman naughtily. Without hesitating, he got up from his arm chair and started to walk down his stairs and proceed towards Jennifer. Jennifer could hardly move, she just attempted to move her toes and go back slowly, trying hard to escape as soon as possible. Realizing Jennifer's attempt to move back, the bluesman commanded in almost a rough voice to stop, Jennifer felt a chill down her spine, she couldn't move back any further. She just stood still and closed her eyes in fear, she tried to console herself that the man was not a bad man and would do no harm, still she was shivering. The bluesman was just some inches closer to Jennifer. His drums held tightly on his palms. His eyes deeply engrossed looking at the expression in her face, the expression of fear, fright but curiosity till some extent. None of them moved any inch, Jennifer just stood still, her body trbling, her eyes closed . not being able to anticipate what will happen next. There was a strange tension between the two. Time seemed to have been ceased for the moment.

The Bluesman got closer and closer untill he was just two feet away from her. Jennifer managed to open her eyes, opened them very slowly, tried hard to look at the bluesman. Atlast her eyes had finaly met his, she looked at him, there was warmth in his kind face, eyes filled with passion and curiosity.

To be continued....

Yours Forever

A flower in your midst,

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Trampled by time.

A beauty under the sun,

Undeserved you say.

A gem in the forest,

Hidden from others.

A sight beheld by many,

Misunderstood by far.

A jewel none may own,

But only to be held.

A shadows footprint,

Which many shall hunt.

A prize beyond the horizon,

Too far to withhold.

A sentry to Athena’s gates,

Protector of her heart.

A whisper which cannot be heard,

Which many long to hear.

A breath which few shall feel,

Fewer to rber.

A love not to be trifled with,

But to be kept within.

A champion for all,

To fight to the end.

A valued heart,

Unlike all the rest.

A gorgeous lass,

To wrap your arms about.

A nymph in the stream,

To swim with the current.

A damsel in distress,

My aid to which you come.

A girl unlike any other,

Compared to no one else.

A treasure which you have found,

To be yours for all time.

Life at 40

a new me

Life begins at forty, how many times have I heard that? Well here I was on my fortieth birthday and it didn’t feel like my life was about to change. Tom, my huby had gone off to work as usual and our youngest daughter was off to college and staying in one of the student flats. The eldest and middle boys had left home over a year ago and were now well established in their own flats. Tom had given me a lovely birthday card and said that he would take me out for a meal at night after his work. I had a quick wash, saving my shower till later in the day, and pulled on a shortie towelling robe over my naked body, fastening it loosely with the waist cord. I decided to relax with a cup of coffee and watch one of the morning TV programmes. The door bell startled me as I wasn’t expecting anyone to call so early in the morning. Answering the door, I came face to face with a huge bunch of flowers. Mrs Bruce, a voice said in a questioning manner, yes I replied, eager to see the owner of the voice behind the flowers. A head peered round the edge of the flowers and it took my breath away to see this Adonis of a face. He held out the flowers for me to take and asked me if I could sign for them. I turned round and bent over to place the flowers on the hall table. Turning back to sign the receipt, I couldn’t help but notice the guys flushed face. Are you ok? I asked, yes he kind of stammered, I’m ok. I had to lean forward to take the form from the delivery guy and suddenly realised I was giving this stranger an eyeful of my naked 36dd tits. I could see the bulge starting to grow in his pants and at the same time I began to feel my juices starting to run, then it dawned on me that when I had bent over to put down the flowers, I must have given him a flash of my naked bum. I hurriedly signed the receipt thanking him for the delivery and closed the door.

By now my pussy was throbing like a wild thing and two minutes later my favourite toy was purring in side of my very wet pussy. It surprised me how quickly I orgasmed and also how much a thrill I had had flashing my tits to a total stranger. It was something that I had never been conscious of before. I could hardly conceal them in the summer months although I would never wear anything too revealing. I almost jumped out of my skin at sound of the phone ringing. Hi, said shilla, how are you? Oh and happy birthday and you sound out of breath. I laughed and told her all that had happened earlier. You sly devil, she said, you will just have to come to my next girlie party. Not more kitchenware, you know, the plastic type, I’ve got stacks of it. No No said shilla, this is something entirely different and I just know you are going to get excited when you see what’s on offer. Tell me more I said, sorry said shilla, you will find out next Wednesday when you come over to my house, seven thirty, don’t forget and the phone went dead. Now she had my mind trying to conjure up all the various types of parties. Tupperware? No she said it wasn’t anything to do with that, jewellery perhaps? Make up? Cleaning products? I went through all the possibilities but never for one minute came up with the answer that greeted me on the following Wednesday.

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It was time to shower and get myself ready for Tom coming home. A strange new occurrence happened while taking my shower, a brand new feeling that I hadn’t been aware of before. Was my body changing after all? Was forty the start of something new? The jets of water caressing my tits and belly were now having an erotic effect on me, my nipples were as hard as rocks and my pussy was throbing, well almost aching, a feeling that I had never experienced before. I began to finger myself then reaching for the long handled back brush used its shaft to masturbate. What was happening to me? Was I turning into some kind of nympho? Orgasm after orgasm flooded my body until I was exhausted and finally stepped out of the shower water dripping from my naked body. I slipped on my robe and lay back on the sofa and began to reflect on the day’s events. The phone rang, wakening me from my thoughts. It was Tom to say that he had to work a bit late and could I meet him at the Sherry Punjabi, one of our favourite Indian restaurants, at eight thirty.

A quick rummage through my wardrobe brought on a sudden panic as I realised that I had nothing to wear. That’s not exactly true, I had loads of clothes but my new body feelings were urging me to wear something more daring. It was only two forty five in the afternoon so I quickly dressed and phoned for a taxi to take me into town. Five fifteen and I was back home with my new purchases. My hair was a blessing as I had had it cut into a style that required very little time and effort, so I was soon applying my makeup. The reflection in the mirror portrayed a much younger looking woman with a glow that had been missing for many years. Even I was taken aback by the image looking back at me. I pulled on the new almost transparent panties that clung to my body like a second skin. The dark hairs of my muff were clearly visible through the flimsy material and were sending erotic shock waves through my body. The new bra gave me more cleavage, although I hardly needed it as my 36dd tits still sat upright and hadn’t been subjected to the force of gravity unlike a lot of my friends of the same age. The top I had chosen had a plunging front and was in the form of a wrap around style with a single tie at the side. I looked long and hard at my image in the mirror and could see that something was wrong. I had never bothered before as to how I looked, as long as I was clean and presentable, that was all I cared about. I could see the outline of the new bra standing out from the material of my new top like it was saying, look at me rather than look at my top. I decided there and then that the bra had to go. The new image was startling and I even loosened the side tie a little, exposing more of my naked . The knee length black skirt with a long split up one side was slipped up my bare legs and fastened with the two side clips. New two inch heel black leather shoes completed my outfit. What on earth was happening to me? It took a while to come to terms with my reflection in the long mirror attached to the wardrobe door. I can’t go out like this, yes you can, another voice was saying, louder than the first one. I glanced at the clock and saw it was seven forty. I called the taxi company and booked a cab for eight fifteen then went to the drinks cabinet and poured myself a large vodka which I topped up with coke. I had just finished my drink when there was a knock on the front door. Taxi for Bruce? said the cab driver then I heard him give a low whistle as my image appeared in front of him. Be there in a minute I replied, chuckling to myself on the effect that my new image had obviously had on the cabie. I slipped on a short furry style jacket grabed my handbag and headed for the waiting taxi.

The cab driver held open the door of his cab as I slid my body onto the back seat. My short skirt had ridden higher up my thighs exposing almost all of my very long legs. The cabies eyes were transfixed to my legs and it took a short cough from me before he finally closed the door. During the journey it appeared that his eyes were more on me in his rear-view mirror than on the road ahead of him. I was beginning to enjoy this new experience and decided to flirt a little. I opened my jacket and pretending that I hadn’t noticed him ogling me, began to adjust the side ties of my top allowing it to open until my naked breasts were almost spilling out. I could hear his heavy breathing and I was trying to imagine the hard on he must have had by now. Suddenly we had arrived at the Sherry and I hurriedly fastened my jacket. The cabie opened the door for me and I slid out of the back seat deliberately letting my short skirt ride up until my transparent panties were on show. The cabie gasped and I’m sure he must have cum in his pants as he gave me a sheepish grin and said, have a nice evening.

Tom was already seated in our favourite quiet corner, away from the eyes of the other diners and only visible to the waiters who served us. Tom stared at me and said, god you’re beautiful and with that rose and grasped me in his arms planting a big soppy kiss on my lips. I removed my jacket and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Oh yes I had forgotten to fix back the side ties so that as I removed my jacket the flimsy top opened up allowing my naked 36dd tits to be fully on display. Tom grabed one in each hand and then planted a kiss on my erect nipples. God Eve what’s got into you? I’ve never seen you like this before. Taking our seats I began to sort myself. My top was still open as the waiter suddenly appeared. Talk about an iceberg, well my two thirds plus were still on show giving the waiter got a good eyeful. We ordered drinks and a starter of prawn cocktails. Tom slid his hand up my thigh and I opened my legs wide. Tom reached the skimpy panties and gasped expecting to find my old cotton pants he bent down to have a look at what his hands were feeling. Gee Eve I can’t believe the change in you. His finger slid under the flimsy material and was soon pushing into my now soaking pussy. I gasped as he finger fucked me and began to french kiss me while squeezing my breasts with his hand, tweaking my rock hard nipple between his fingers. I orgasmed over his fingers and just got my composure back when the waiter arrived with the drinks. I’ll have to go to the loo. The toilets were at the other end of the restaurant so I had to walk passed a couple of diners and the waiters. The diners hardly gave me a glance but the waiters were drooling at their mouths as they viewed my long bare legs and my swinging breasts. I could hear them talking to each other but couldn’t make out what they were saying although it was obvious directed at me. My panties were soaking wet from my orgasms so I decided to remove them and put them in my handbag. On the way back to our table I was again ogled from the waiters. Rather than being annoyed as I usually would have been, I was beginning to enjoy all this new found attention. Maybe there was something in this old saying after all. I sat next to Tom and said, I have a surprise for you. Tom looked at me in his strange way and said uh hu and what’s that? Run your hand up my thigh again. Tom didn’t hesitate and soon found the surprise that was waiting for him. You’ve not got any knickers on, he said, I know, they were soaking so I removed them. Now Tom usually sits facing the direction that the waiters come from but he insisted that it should be me that sat in his place. I could see a large grin forming on Toms face as he stood up so we could swop seats. The seats were actually benches which could have sat two couples on either side, but Tom had always tipped the head waiter so that we were assured of having the table to ourselves. I sat down and Tom said he was going to the loo. While Tom was away a different waiter appeared with our starter. I noticed him hesitate as he approached our table and was conscious of him looking at my legs from under the table. I could see he was getting a stiffie and giggled to myself as for all the times we had been to the restaurant I had never seen a reaction by any of the waiters like what was happening tonight. Tom came ambling back and stopped exactly where the waiter had hesitated, gosh Eve, I can almost see your pussy. I slid forward a little and opened my legs and Toms cock almost burst out of his trousers. I can see your naked pussy and its glistening with your cum. We finished our starter and when the waiter came to remove the plates I slid forward on the seat. It was obvious that he saw my nakedness for when he returned the dirty plates we could hear them jabering away in their native tongue. Another waiter arrived to say that our main course would be delayed by about fifteen minutes and would that be okay. Sure said, Tom, no problem, bring us another round of drinks. Tom had moved over beside me and was kissing me passionately on the mouth when the waiter arrived with our drinks. Once the waiter had left, Tom undid my top leaving my naked breasts exposed. My nipples quickly hardened and Tom was soon sucking away on each of them in turn. Oh fuck me Tom please fuck me as I grabed at his swollen manhood. I unzipped his trousers and took his cock deep into my mouth. Tom began to finger fuck me pushing three of his fingers up inside of me. I orgasmed almost immediately and sucked harder on his cock while wanking his shaft. Tom gave a grunt and I could feel his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed greedily and licked his length dry. We began to sort ourselves out just as the head waiter arrived to tell us our meal would be ready in five minutes. My naked breasts were still on show but he just smiled that knowing kind of smile and made his exit. Tom eventually got his breath back and asked me what had come over me. I told him about my day and how my body had been reacting in a strange kind of way. Hope it stays that way, I like the new you. After our meal Tom went off to pay the bill. A flurry of waiters suddenly arrived at our table to remove the dishes, each one of them trying to be discreet in ogling my body. Between the drinks and the fact that my pussy was still twitching like a mad thing I opened my top to reveal my naked breasts to five strangers. Do you like them? I asked, oh yes ,very nice replied one of the waiters. Tom was on his way back as the waiters scurried back to their duties. What have you been up to? Nothing I lied, just waiting for you. That night we had the best sex we had ever had and it was four in the morning before we finally fell exhausted into a deep sleep.

Our lives had changed for the better and we were acting like the teenagers we were when we had first met. Wednesday had arrived and I decided to wear the top and skirt I had worn at the restaurant with Tom. When Shilla saw me she was gobsmacked. Gosh eve I’ve known you for nineteen years now and have never seen you looking as sexy as you are tonight. Moving through into the lounge I found that there were already a couple of Shillas pals who I had met before and a new girl extremely pretty with a figure most women would die for. Shilla introduced me to the stranger who turned out to be Zoe and was the party organiser for the evening. What’s it all about? I asked. All will be revealed shortly said Zoe with a wink at Shilla. Soon the house was full of Shillas friends and their friends making a total of about sixteen women of all ages’ shapes and sizes. Zoe introduced herself and said she was in need of a volunteer to help her demonstrate her products which were hidden under a large tablecloth. Shilla pointed at me saying that I was good at demonstrations, having worked as a demonstrator for a food company in one of the local supermarkets. Would you be so kind? Asked Zoe. In for a penny in for a pound I heard myself saying, ok I’ll help you. Great said Zoe. as she whipped off the tablecloth to reveal …….. My heart gave a jump as each item appeared in front of me. Apart from the skimpy clothes and underwear there were dildos of all shapes and sizes. You don’t want me to demonstrate them, do you, I asked anxiously, no said Zoe but I would like you to try on some of the clothes and model them for me. The company is called Ann Summers announced Zoe as she handed me the first item she wanted me to demonstrate. You can change in the kitchen offered shilla. I looked at the outfit Zoe had given me and asked her if I could wear it on top of my clothes. No don’t be silly it wouldn’t look right and any way we are all women together. Once in the kitchen I stripped naked and put on this thing. It was a front of sheer see through black nylon that fastened around my neck and with a lace tie to go around my waist. There was no back to this thing at all. The other item Zoe had handed me was a g string or a thong as they are most commonly known. It consisted of a thin string that sank into my arse and a triangle of flimsy see-through material that barely covered my pussy and showing off my dark muff hairs. I re entered the lounge to the gasps from the other women. A loud applause greeted me as they became accustomed to my near naked body. Wow, said Shilla, you look stunning. Back and forth I trotted with each piece revealing more of my naked body. The final piece almost did. We had a break for wine and a finger buffet that Shilla had prepared earlier. I was still in the same outfit that I had been demonstrating which had my breasts naked and the thong was almost nonexistent. A couple of the women whom I hadn’t met before came over and complimented me on being so brave to demonstrate the products and also how lovely I looked. Most of the guests had returned to the lounge leaving me in the kitchen with the two strangers, I’m Angela said one and this is Rosie. Rosie began to feel the thin material of the thong making me gasp at her sudden touch. Suddenly her finger was under the material and entering my wet pussy. Mmm said Rosie you are excited. Angela cupped my breasts the leaned forward taking my nipple in her mouth. Her tongue slowly rolled over my erect nipple as she tweaked the other one between her fingers. Rosie now had four of her fingers in me and was giving my pussy a good seeing to. Someone’s coming whispered Angela as Shilla appeared in the kitchen doorway. Zoe is ready to start the second half when you are ready. I f Shilla had noticed what we were doing she never let on. Angela told me that Rosie and her were lovers and that when they found the right person they would invite them to join them in a menage de trois and if I was interested she would give me her phone number at the end of the party. Back in the lounge my nipples were standing out like tent pegs and the thong I was almost wearing was sodden through from my love juices. Zoe made us form a circle around her giving her some space to do her demonstration. Zoe removed her skirt revealing a transparent thong edged with pearls. Everyone could see that she was shaved as there wasn’t a hair to be seen. Zoe explained how her thongs looked so much better on a shaved pussy. Everyone agreed. This prompted Zoe to introduce her next items. A hair clipper and a ladies wet shaver that was guaranteed not to leave a rash, just a smooth hairless fanny. Any volunteers? Everyone pointed at me. What the hell, everyone had seen me naked so I agreed. Stripping off the wet thong I lay back on the table exposing my naked pussy to the guests. Zoe used the clippers to remove the longest hairs showing that you could have a strip of hair down the middle or you could have it all removed. All off shouted everyone and then began to laugh. Zoe asked me what I would like. All off I replied and again everyone cheered. Zoe removed the long hairs with the clippers then asked shilla for a bowl of warm water. Zoe smeared a girlies version of shaving foam over my pubes and lower belly and proceeded to shave me with the razor. A few minutes later I was as naked as the day I was born. Zoe rubed some soothing cream onto the bits she had just shaved allowing her fingers to brush my pussylips making me squirm in delight. That just leaves the toys, said Zoe picking up a monster dildo called The Rabit. Zoe explained how it thrust and pulsated at the same time. It had an extension on it that tickled your bum hole while you were pleasing your pussy. Demonstrate, everybody shouted, demonstrate. Zoe had noticed how sexed up I was and handed me the Rabit. I switched it on and began frigging my throbing pussy. Zoe smeared some lubricant on the smaller bit and taking control began to push it firmly into my bum hole. I gasped as I had never had any objects penetrate me there. The thing began to vibrate and Zoe pushed the large end up into my soaking pussy. A good six or more inches was up inside me with a further four inches up my arse. I orgasmed and orgasmed over and over again moaning with delight as this new toy vibrated and thrust in and out of me. Zoe slowly removed the rabit and said she was ready to take orders. Zoe presented me with the rabit and a choice of tops and thongs for being such a good sport. Everyone cheered and thanked me for making such a memorable and enjoyable evening. Zoe had record sales that evening; the biggest seller was of course, The Rabit. Angela handed me her phone number and made me promise that I would call her. After everyone had left Shilla sat me down and demanded to know what I had been getting up to in the kitchen with Angela and Rosie. I told her they were lovers and that they were also on the lookout for someone to join them in a threesome. I explained in quite a graphic way of what Angela and Rosie were doing to me. Shilla to my surprise removed her knickers and began to masturbate in front of me. I leant over and kissed her on the lips. Shilla began to French kiss me and I slowly removed her top and bra. Her breasts were not as big as mine but her nipples were already erect. I bent down and took them in my mouth sucking and rolling my wet tongue over them. Shilla grabed my hand and pushed it in between her legs. She was soaking wet and I slowly inserted two fingers, then three, then my whole hand was up inside her. I sucked hard on her nipples and thrust my hand in and out of her dripping pussy. Shilla gave aloud moan and orgasmed over my hand. I could feel her cum running over my fingers. Withdrawing my hand I bent down and placed my mouth over her soaking pussy drinking in her cum and fanny juices. Shilla moaned again and this time orgasmed over my face. I greedily drank her cum and licked her pussy dry. Sitting up Shilla said, god I was needing that after watching you all night. We had just finished dressing when we heard the front door opening and Shillas husband Ron’s voice could be heard. All right to come in? he shouted, yes love, in you come. Ron seemed surprised to find me still there but I quickly told him that I had been giving Shilla a hand in tiding up. Ron was staring at my near naked breasts, what is it with men? Shilla suggested that he gave me lift home. Sure said Ron. I kissed Shilla good bye thanking her for the lovely evening and headed for the car with Ron. The car was in the garage so while Ron was busy I loosened my top so that I could give him a bigger eyeful. The car was already warm as Ron had just driven home from his pals house. It was about fifteen minutes drive to my house so I removed my jacket saying how warm it was in his car. Ron nearly drove off the road as he ogled my bare tits. Your minds wandering I said jokingly. Ron laughed in an barrassed kind of way and said I was making it hard for him to concentrate. Pull over, I whispered. Ron drew the car into a dark quiet spot and pulled on the hand brake. I opened my top exposing my naked breasts, is that better? Ron just stared as if in a dream, wow, I mean yes, bloody lovely. I was about to close my top when Ron asked if he could feel them. Thinking about Shilla my head was saying No, but my pussy was shouting louder, saying Yes. I opened up my top again and before I could answer Ron had both breasts in his hands. It was amazing how gentle his touch was as Ron has large hands and works with heavy machinery. He began to roll my nipples between his fingers to which they responded by becoming rock hard. Ron bent down and took each nipple in turn and gave them a good sucking while rolling his tongue over their ends. My breath was coming in short gasps and I could feel my juices beginning to flow. I leaned back on the seat opening my legs at the same time. Ron was aware of my movement and his large hand began to slide up and under my short skirt..Ron let out a gasp as his fingers touched my naked pussy. I hadn’t bothered to replace the soaking thong that I had removed at the party. One of his large fingers slowly slid into my wet pussy as I grabed at his erect manhood. I quickly unzipped his trousers and wrapped my hand round his stiff cock. Ron was quickening his thrusting with his fingers and I orgasmed with a deep moan. I pushed Ron over and sank my mouth over his bell end almost gagging on the size of it. I had intended just to give him a blow job but I now wanted to feel this monster inside of me. Fuck me I pleaded; fuck me with that beautiful cock. Ron pushed the car seat back and lowered the seat back. I removed my skirt and top and was now completely naked. Ron pulled his trousers down and climbed over on top of me. I opened m legs wide as Ron pushed his monster shaft into my pussy. Slowly inch by inch his monster slid up my pussy. At one stage I thought I was going to burst but with my wetness Ron was soon setting up a steady rhythm. He sucked my tits as I held him tight into me. Ron began to speed up and with a loud grunt shot his load up into my pussy. I could feel it splashing about inside of me as he came over and over again. I thought, hope he has plenty left for Shilla because she is fired up and told me she was looking forward to a good shag when Ron got back. Ron pulled out and I bent down and took him in my mouth licking his cum and my juices from him. We both dressed and headed for my house. I gave Ron a parting kiss and said, our secret? Ron nodded and waved goodbye. Our house was all in darkness as Ron pulled up at my front door, guess Tom was already in bed. I turned and gave Ron a French kiss. Ron responded with his tongue and slipped his hands under my blouse, squeezing my naked tits. My juices were beginning to flow again but I resisted the temptation, knowing that Shilla would be wanting him inside her. Better go, I said, Shilla will be wondering where you are. Ron nodded and gave my breasts a final squeeze as I opened the car door. I headed for the bathroom and cleaned myself up before entering our bedroom where Tom had fallen asleep reading one of his crime novels. I slipped naked under the covers and cuddled into Tom and was half asleep as my head hit the pillow.

Chapters of Cheat

One bold woman...A free life....What do you expect?

"Dear Diary,

Today it begins.

Love."

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The entry was as simple as that. 6 shots of Amarula, Bruised bones, Catfights, and a day later, Vienna was almost smearing war paint on her face.

Her new air of confidence and new lease to life made it easy for her to lead this madness she had caught.

She picked up her phone and dialled a number.

The phone rang twice before an unfamiliar voice answered it. "I thought you blacklisted me?", he said

"It's time for some sex, come over NOW, and cover your face Mystery man. I want this to be as mysterious as possible. I want to keep guessing who you are" Vienna said.

Mystery man's surprise was evident even though he said nothing.

"I'll explain some other time. Right now, I need your body, and I'm giving you mine", she reassured, and disconnected the call.

Bath time she thought and quickly took off her clothes. As she was stepping ino the bath, a thought crossed her mind. She ran back out into her room, her <<<breasts juggling as she did, before she picked up the phone and typed out a text

"I'm having sex with Mystery man in 10 minutes. Have lots to talk to you about. will call you tonight"

She sent the text and rushed to the bathroom

Ten minutes to sex with a complete stranger...who is also my secret admirer.... maybe I shouldn't bother getting changed and dressed, he'll like me anyway....."

As she shut the bathroom door, the phone lying on the bed lit up.

"Message delivered to Sandra"

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Continue reading Chapters of Cheat # 2

Helping Hands

A widower's odyssey of discovery

Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the intervening years.

Sex was never that important to Dorothy. At any rate, not once our early ardour had dwindled. And somehow I suppose I just adopted her way of thinking. There were stories in the papers about something they called 'the sexual revolution' but I never felt it applied to us. Certainly not as we grew older. Darby and Joan who used to be Jack and Jill, as the song puts it.

So how would Dorothy feel if she knew the things I get up to nowadays? If she can look down and see me ... in action, as it were, she would surely be scandalised at first; I hope she would come to realise that I have found a new way of life that is very good for me. Dorothy's memory is on my conscience, I have to admit, but I have to balance that against the excitement, the fulfilment that each new day promises. Thrills quite unlike any she ever experienced.

It all began quite quickly. Only a few weeks after the funeral I was in the garden at the front of my cottage tending my roses: there's a pale mauve variety, called Compassion, I'm fond of, and a yellow one called Apricot - that's a favourite, too. But it had been a terrible summer for greenfly. Sad, really, after all my hopes. I was contemplating the possibility of salvaging a few blooms for the village show when a car drew up with a sharp toot on the horn. I looked up to see The Major and his wife climbing out. Unwelcome visitors, I'm afraid, but in a small village one has to try to be polite.

His name is Frank Johnson but everyone calls him The Major. Sometimes, behind his back, The Mad Major. Quite short, sandy hair, straight back, barks a bit when he talks. I'd always thought him a bit of a bore with a tame wife but people say he means well. No one seems to know how long it is since he left the Army, or whether he saw active service. Doubtful, in my view. But he still plays the part. Gave me a little salute when I reluctantly invited them both indoors. No real option after he'd said there was something he wanted to talk about.

I offered tea or coffee. The Major said Brenda would like tea - she just nodded agreement - but he wouldn't mind a drop of scotch if that was possible. Neat would be fine, he said, when I offered water with it. By the time I returned from the kitchen with tea for his wife and me, his glass was empty. I didn't suggest a refill.

"So how are things?" he asked as I sat down.

"Oh, so-so. You know how it is."

"Yes," he said. "We do know how it is. That's why we called round."

Not knowing where this was leading, I said nothing.

"You're not the first, and you won't be the last. Village this size, lot of elderly folk. Not surprising, really."

"No," I said, bewildered about what was supposed not to be surprising.

"Bereavement. The dear departed. All that. You're by no means the only one."

That, at least, I could understand. Funerals hereabouts, I knew, were much more common than marriages or christenings. When Dorothy and I moved here in preparation for my retirement, the village had a population of under two thousand, and the figure has declined steadily. There used to be three public houses but now there are only two. There's a small general shop and a newsagent that also serves as a post office. The Church is served by a vicar who looks after four parishes and visits ours on alternate Sundays. Three times a week there's a bus service into the nearest town, twenty miles away. Barely enough even though we are an elderly, dwindling population.

"Yes," I said, rbering a number of solitary souls I sometimes encountered in the bar of my local.

"The important thing," the Major continued, "is not to mope. Get on with life. There's plenty of it out there. Do your own housekeeping, do you?"

"There's not a lot to do. I manage.:

"Do you cook?"

"Well, I'm no chef but I don't starve."

"Varied diet?"

"Oh yes," wondering where the inquisition was leading.

"Laundry?"

"I know how the washing machine works," I replied, smiling, fearing he might want to schedule a kit inspection.

"Ironing, though. Not many men your age are good at that." When I conceded as much, he went on, "Guessed as much. And that's where we come in. We've a good idea, Brenda and I, where the problems are and what the answers are. Sharing, for instance."

"Sharing?"

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? There's more than one widow who'd be glad to do some ironing for someone who could tidy her garden."

"I suppose so."

"That's just one example. And there are plenty more. Brenda and I do a bit for Helping Hands - it's all voluntary. Our contribution, you could say. Think about it. You'll come up with lots of little ways we can help. And one big way." He paused and looked at his wife. "Do you want to take over, Brenda?"

To this point Mrs Johnson had participated only with the occasional nod. Now she said, "Well, no need to be shy, Mr Roberts." She leaned forward and put a hand on my arm. "May I call you John?"

"If you wish."

"The thing is, John, we know that a bereaved person who has had a happy married life misses one thing above all." She sat back and smiled. "It's sex, isn't it?"

Was it? I'd gone without for so long while Dorothy was ill I hardly gave it a serious thought. It hadn't been a priority when she was well. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

"No need to be barrassed. You're not the only one in this predicament but - like all the little things - we can help you." She looked to her husband.

The Major said, "Show him, then, Brenda."

"If I may, I'll just close the curtains first,"she said. "Never know who may be passing,do we?" Satisfied that we had the necessary privacy, she turned back towards me, unbuttoning the full length of the front of her dress as she approached. At that time she would have been in her late forties, a petite woman with greying hair arranged as an oval frame to a friendly face with wide, amber eyes. When she allowed her dress to fall open I could see she wore matching pink bra and knickers in a flimsy, lacy material. Her breasts were small and high, apparently needing little support. Her hips narrow, the legs slim. Undressed, she was transformed, no longer the anonymous partner without a personality of her own.

"Now," said the Major, "isn't that a bit tasty? If you just relax, she'll look after you. It's what she's good at."

To say I was thunderstruck is an understatement; it probably makes me sound very unworldly if I say I had never had an experience like it, but that is the simple truth. I simply wasn't prepared for a woman I scarcely knew stripping to her underwear in my own front room. While her husband looked on with obvious approval. But if my conscious mind struggled to come to terms with what was happening, my physical reaction was swift and inescapable: an erection of greater intensity than anything I had known for literally years.

Seeing the bulge, she stooped and let her hand rest in my crotch. "Oh my," she said, "we are in a bad way, aren't we? But that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural. And we can take care of it." With that she gently parted my legs, knelt between them and opened my zip. Whether or not I wanted to resist - and by then I'm not sure I did - was irrelevant. Within seconds my cock was in her hand and she was caressing it with cool, sensuous fingers.

"Excellent - little man at attention. Brenda knows how to get him to stand at ease. Won't mind if I do a little sentry duty, will you?" I looked to see that the Major, watching us with unblinking concentration, now had his exposed cock in his hand and was massaging it fiercely. Extraordinarily, I can recall being absurdly pleased to see that his mber was in proportion to his short stature.

I wasn't allowed to dwell on the thought. The Major was issuing another order. "Go on, Brenda. You don't always get one as big as that. But be careful - you know what it's like when they've been without for a while."

Oh, Brenda knew. There's no doubt about that. Looking back, and knowing a lot more now than I did then, I can appreciate the skill she deployed so sympathetically for the next few minutes. Her head descended, her mouth opened and warm, voluptuous lips enfolded the knob of my cock. She steadied herself, waited while I tried to control the demands of my testicles. Her tongue lapped the underside of my knob, just where the circumcision has left me so deliciously sensitive. Her head moved down again and suddenly most of my shaft - as much as she could accommodate - was wrapped around by the most subtle suction. My eyes met The Major's. The rhythm of his self-stimulation had not abated. "Try and hold on," he said. "I know it's not easy."

In fact, it was impossible. As Brenda drew her pursed lips up towards the head again, her hand was cupping my balls. I heard myself gasp, felt my groin push involuntarily upwards, and a surge of spunk erupted into Brenda's throat. Far from being repulsed, she tightened her lips around my detumescence. I felt her tongue lapping against me. Only when the last dropped had been squeezed out did she release me. "There," she said, dabing at her mouth with a tissue, "Doesn't that feel better?"

"No need to ask," The Major chimed in. "It was what he needed and you did him proud. Didn't she?" turning to me.

Although I sensed it would be some time before I would really come to terms with what she had done, I had to concede it had been a virtuoso performance. "Well," he smirked, deftly stowing away his own still erect mber, "that's Brenda Johnson for you. That's why in Aldershot they called her the best BJ in the garrison. But it's time we were running along. What you need to do now is come along to the next Helping Hands meeting. Elevenish, Tuesday morning. Village Hall. You probably won't get Brenda again - this was just a welcome to Helping Hands - but you won't go short. Believe me."

As they left, Brenda gave me a demure peck on the cheek but, unseen by her husband, her left hand ran across my crotch. I watched them get in their car and drive away.

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There were eleven of us, seven women and four men, having coffee and biscuits in the Village Hall the following Tuesday morning. Some of the faces, having been seen around the village, were vaguely familiar but there was no one I knew. I guess the youngest - one of the women - would have been in her mid fifties. Twin sets and pearls weren't in evidence but they wouldn't have been out of place. There was a certain amount of grey hair, male as well as female. Conversation was spasmodic and superficial, spiced with a little gossip - could it be true that the new lady at the general shop was having an affair with the newsagent? No one knew.

It was puzzling. Was this really what the Mad Major and his sexy wife had in mind for me? I had hardly expected an orgy at eleven on a Tuesday morning, but this couldn't have been more decorous. Or, as far as I was concerned, more boring. For politeness, I stuck it out to the end. Then, as the ladies were clearing up, a tall, well-built woman whom I had recognised as the church organist, Marjorie Wall, came over to enquire, "Is there anything you would like to take with you, Mr Roberts? There's always something left and we don't like to waste it."

"Well -"

"I can recommend the cream sponge - " she smiled - " because I made it myself."

Impossible, then, to refuse. And anyway I do have a sweet tooth. "Thank you," I said, "that's very kind."

"Not at all. I'll just pop it in a tin for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"Yes, of course."

"But do let me have the tin back, if you will. There's a label taped inside the lid with my address."

"Yes. I can bring it back this afternoon." I didn't want her to think me unappreciative.

"No, sorry, I'm at my yoga class this afternoon. This evening, perhaps. If that's all right with you."

So, shortly before seven I put the tin, now empty, in my saddlebag, and cycled round to Marjorie Wall's home. She lives in a large, rambling house that used to be the manse in the days when we had our own vicar. Her response when I rang the bell took so long that I was beginning to fear she was not at home, but no sooner had she opened the door than she was ushering me inside. My protestations that I had only come to return the tin, were brushed aside.

"Nonsense," she said, "come and have a drink. We should get to know each other better - I want to tell you how sorry I was to hear about your poor wife. I can sympathise - I lost my Cecil in similar circumstances. Nearly ten years ago but it only seems like yesterday."

She led the way into a large drawing room - chintz-covered furniture, a piano, some nondescript water-colours on the walls. She settled herself on a sofa and indicated that I should take the armchair facing her. "I would like to call you John," she said, 'and you must call me Marjorie. Informal, the way friends should be."

She was, I suppose, trying to put me at ease, but it wasn't easy and it was about to get more difficult. I had been surprised that she was wearing a floral housecoat when she welcomed me in, and the visit from the Johnsons lingered at the back of my mind, but it still left me unprepared for what happened next: she let the housecoat fall open to reveal navy blue bra and knickers; a matching suspender belt supported patterned stockings.

My expression must have spoken for me because she said, "Please don't be barrassed. I mean, you've had an introduction from Brenda and the Major, haven't you? So you know what this is about."

How slow she must have thought me, how naive not to have read the signs and guessed why I had been invited to visit her at home. I was still struggling to adjust when she went on, "We can talk later, if you like. I expect you've got lots of questions. But let's enjoy ourselves first. Do you want me here - we can use the couch? Or upstairs?"

Afraid of making a total fool of myself, I had to say something. The best I could offer was, "Why don't you choose?"

She jumped to her feet. "Upstairs, then," she said with such enthusiasm I must have made the right decision. "There's nothing like a nice big bed, is there?" She took my hand and half led, half dragged me to a bedroom on the first floor. There covers had been turned back on a large double bed. "No mirrors on the ceiling, I'm afraid but It's ready for us," she announced. "So let's use it." She stepped out of the housecoat, threw her substantial frame down and beckoned me to join her.

I stood at the side of the bed, still absurdly hesitant, by now wanting what was clearly on offer but unsure how to proceed. Fortunately, Marjorie continued to take charge. "Why don't you get undressed," she suggested, "while I get myself warmed up for you?" Her hand slipped inside the waistband of her knickers.

The sigh that accompanied the subsequent movement of her fingers under the fabric finally broke my paralysis. Wrestling with stuborn buttons, I stripped completely, scattering clothes wherever they fell. Absurdly, instinct took over as I attempted to cover my burgeoning stalk with one hand only to find that I had taken it in my grasp; it was as though I was holding it out for her inspection.

"Oh my!" she said. "You are going to be very popular around here. Let me feel." Taking a firm but careful grip, she encouraged me on to the bed at her side. All the while, her other hand moved inside her knickers. There was no point in pretending I wasn't aroused; for the first time in my life a voluptuous woman was offering herself to me in such blatant fashion that I was powerless to resist. However, when I rolled on to my side and reached for her, she held me at arm's length.

"Slowly, John. Don't spoil things by rushing - we have plenty of time. Can you undo my bra?"

Once the clasp was released, I could only admire the large round globes, the dark circles topped by broad, flat nipples. Since then I have come to realise that my ultimate preference is for smaller, more oval breasts and pointed nipples but at that time I was a novice, still unaware of the multifaceted world of sensuality to which Marjorie could lead me. What I recall of that moment is applying my mouth and tongue to each orb in turn, licking and sucking, sucking and licking for a long time until she lifted my head to look into my eyes. Then the woman I had only known previously as the church organist, murmured, "Now I know how clever you are with your tongue, I think you should try somewhere else. So, if you would just slip my knickers off... "

She raised her hips to assist me. Her legs, freed from the garment, opened wide. In the same instant, her hand on the back of my head pressed my face into the warm darkness between. Fortunately, I was using my hands to steady myself; had I been holding my cock I think that would have put a swift end to the encounter. It's true that I had, many years before, gone down on Dorothy in this manner but she had never been comfortable with the idea of cunnilingus; although we never discussed it, I felt it tactful not to insist and after a while we fell back into less exciting endeavours.

Marjorie rekindled the spark. The aroma was slightly musky, the taste just a little salty. I pushed my tongue between the lips and licked. The pressure of her hand on the back of my head intensified, then relaxed. I felt fingers slide between her mound and my forehead, then movement. While I licked, she began to work her clitoris. I became aware of small muscle tremors on the inside of her thighs. Her hips bucked, her legs locked behind my back, her bottom lifted and fell as she worked towards her orgasm. My tongue sought to match her need and, however inexpertly, somehow it succeeded. A final, gasping paroxysm carried her over the edge to fulfilment.

For a while we lay in silence,my head resting on one of her ample thighs. At last she said, "John, you now know my secret: I love sex in all kinds of ways but nothing satisfies me more than a clever tongue."

I protested that my contribution had been insignificant beside her uninhibited demonstration of desire. "No, John," she said, "don't be modest. You were good and I loved every second. But we haven't finished. It's your turn now. And anyway, I want to feel you inside me. Is it still ready?"

Kneeling, I was able to show her that I was indeed still erect. A tiny tear of moisture was escaping from the tip. Marjorie licked it away before lying back, opening her legs and drawing up her knees. "Well, I'm sure I'm ready for you," she said. "But if you can, keep control. I want us both to enjoy it."

The advice was sound. After I had knelt between her legs and she had taken me in hand to guide me into her, there was an instant temptation to let nature take its course by the fastest route. Taking a deep breath and forcing my mind to put the messages from my groin on temporary hold, I pressed forward and held still. I was aware of the silky warmth of her inner walls surrounding my knob. I felt the labia lips contract and tighten round the base of my cock, now buried to its full length. My balls were resting against her.

Whatever instincts or wishes Marjorie may have had, she held back until she felt the danger of a premature conclusion was at least minimally under control. When she started to move beneath me, it was with no more than a gentle surge, a ripple followed by a relaxation. And she began to talk to me, to teach me how to read her responses, how to indicate when I needed to ease away from the cauldron that was inviting me to tumble into its inviting flames. Her movements were infinitely subtle and varied. I had to remind myself that this was an outwardly respectable middle-aged woman in a somnolent English village, yet she was displaying all the wiles of an oriental courtesan. Probably memory exaggerates but that was how it seemed to me as gradually she increased the tempo, encouraging me all the while with little murmurs of approval and incitement.

The climax was all I could have desired. She let me know that all restraint should be abandoned. Her writhing against me grew fierce and demanding. Her mouth opened, sucking in deep breaths. Her hands clasped my buttocks, reinforcing the urgency of my driving penetration. And so the dam burst inside her. I felt the first gush, then the spasms as spurt after spurt emptied me. The relief was total and shattering. The feeling exquisite.

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Half-an-hour later, showered and dressed I sat with Marjorie in a comfortable room downstairs. She again wore the housecoat but now decorously closed. I was nursing a large scotch and soda, Marjorie had a mug of coffee.

"The thing you have to understand about Helping Hands," she said in reply to my question, "is that it doesn't really exist. There's no organised body, no constitution, no secretary, no mbership. If Helping Hands is anything it's a kind of code word that identifies anyone in the village who is single - or becomes single - and is over a certain age."

"Which is?"

"Oh, there's nothing fixed. It fluctuates. But we're not talking young. Or even youngish. The majority are widows or widowers. Without being brutal about it, you can say that whenever there has been a funeral in the village, discreet enquiries will be made. After a while, of course."

"And then?"

"Well, that too can vary. The whole Helping Hands thing depends on who's involved at any time. We talk among ourselves, the women do, and we do what seems interesting and enjoyable. At present, I'm acting as a kind of meeter and greeter for anyone new. Like you."

"Doesn't sound too hard."

"You'd be surprised. You and I clicked and it was great. But that doesn't always happen. I've had disappointments. And one or two disasters."

"So what about us? Another time, I mean."

"Ah, that's important." She paused, considering. "Yes, I hope there will be more evenings like this one. But one thing that has always been part of Helping Hands philosophy is that no-one can monopolise anyone else. We've had a few cases of a man and a women hitting it off so well that they settle into being a couple. But then they disappear from Helping Hands because we are no longer what they need."

"I can see that. So what should I do now?"

"Nothing"

"Nothing?"

"Don't worry. The point I've been trying to get across is that in Helping Hands we circulate. Variety. Spice of life, eh? But experience has taught us that the initiative is best left in the women's hands. Men can get - well, pushy. We had one serious case and we had to tell him he wasn't welcome. He moved away."

She offered me a refill but I declined. I still had to cycle home and the evening had left me intoxicated enough. Taking my glass, she leaned down and kissed me; full on the mouth but not in away that suggested a resumption of engagement. "Just go home, John, and be patient. We women talk, you know. My guess is you won't wait long before your phone rings.

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I didn't hear from her again for several months, though we smiled when we passed each other in the street. But in the meantime I was drawn into a world I couldn't have dreamt existed; certainly not in a sedate village like ours. And Marjorie was right. The revelatory thrill, especially for someone whose previous decades had been sheltered and unadventurous, was the variety. Obvious really, I suppose, but no two of these women were the same, or wanted the same things.

Audrey was unremarkable in appearance and quiet in manner. Sex was invariably missionary but unhurried and ultimately very satisfactory. When it was over, she always made me a cup of tea and sat and chatted for half an hour without ever referring to what had gone on in her bed.

In contrast, Vera was extrovert and beyond barrassment. She was the one who surfed the internet and went mail order shopping for sex toys on behalf of several of the other women as well as herself. Without Vera I would never have known what a clever substitute for a man the Rabit could be. Vera, who claimed she masturbated every day she didn't have what she called 'an appointment,' gave me a noisy demonstration. And still had appetite for a vigourous workout afterwards.

Masturbation was what Cynthia liked, that and nothing more. I found it strange the first time she suggested that we should sit in facing chairs and watch each other's handiwork. But there was a real erotic charge as she paced us, drawing out the pleasure until there could be no further delay. Simultaneous orgasm was always her objective and, with experience, we were able to achieve it more often than not.

Trudy was a novice when she called me the first time. She was one of a few divorcees who came into the circle. A familiar story, ditched by her husband shortly before her fiftieth birthday in favour of someone younger. I was the first name she was given by Marjorie who apparently told her I was "very big." This wasn't anything I'd ever given much thought to but I discovered, not only from Trudy, that it was one reason why my phone rang so regularly. Big or not, she climbed on top and rode me with the relish of someone making up for lost time. Sessions with Trudy were almost always exhausting.

Much the same was true of Edna. The difference,though, was twenty years: Edna was seventy, still going strong and proud of it. Her body was still in good shape and so was her vocabulary. "How are we going to fuck today?" was her customary greeting. Then she might suggest, "Why don't you have a look at my arse in my new knickers? Feel me up a bit and when your ready give me a bit of doggy." When I did, she would offer continuous encouragement. "Harder. Get it up me. That's good. Just the way I like it." I felt I had moved a long way from Dorothy. Edna passed away recently. Her funeral had a remarkable turnout of elderly men.

If Edna was something of a one-off, so too, in an entirely different way, was Connie. Terrified of what her neighbours might think, she was only an occasional caller, always wanting to know if I could visit at short notice. The reason was that she had seen the occupants from either side of her little terraced house leave the street. "It's safe if you come now," she would say. "I've been without for too long so please come if you can." Even then we would have to couple in virtual silence. "I wouldn't like it if next door came back and heard us," she'd say. These couplings were somewhat surreal but I never demurred. Because of the long intervals between what she felt were safe opportunities, when we got down to it she was the most ravenous of partners, with a repertoire in which sixty-nine was a major feature.

There were others, the circle waxing and waning (and wanking), as some departed with the years and others were enlisted. One never knows how many of us there were at any given time. We are a constantly rotating community of temporary mix-and-match pairs. Only once, after the original coffee morning, did a number of us get together in a group. Freda organised a theatre trip to our nearest town.

I'm not much of a theatre-goer but the local repertory company were putting on something called 'Round and Round the Garden' by Alan Ayckbourn. I went along thinking it might appeal to my gardening interest. In the event, it turned out to be a comedy that had had very little to do with gardening but was mildly amusing. Much more interesting was the journey home.

We were in a sixteen-seater mini-coach. It was dark and there was only dim lighting in the coach. I was sitting with Alice making noncommittal conversation about the play when she nudged me to draw my attention to the couple across the aisle. Despite the subdued illumination, I saw that Vera was leaning down into Arthur's lap. The rise and fall of her head left little to the imagination. Alice smiled approvingly. Then she carefully folded back her skirt, took my hand and placed it firmly between her open legs. Her theatre-going outfit hadn't included any knickers. In time, clenched lips and a short sharp drive with her hips signalled a carefully managed orgasm. She pressed my hand in place while she recovered. Unfortunately, just as she was preparing to reciprocate, the coach driver announced that we were nearly back at the village. Alice let her disappointment show. "Next time," she murmured.

There never was another trip but Alice made up for that on several subsequent visits to her home, so I've no complaints. Indeed, these last five years have passed so swiftly I find it hard to recall the person I was before all this began. Without exception, all the women I have met in these circumstances have broadened my outlook in varying measure. I am grateful to them all. But none has excited me more than my recent experience with Teresa. And that demands recounting in some detail.

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Teresa is - I guess - somewhere between fifty and fifty-five,slim and well-preserved. Where sex is concerned she undoubtedly ticks more of the boxes for me than anyone else. Black underwear, for a start. A taste for extended foreplay, too - there have been days when I have arrived in the early afternoon and left after dark, and we don't spend our time watching soaps. The television certainly gets switched on but Teresa subscribes to adult channels. One that features spanking movies is a favourite and never fails to provoke a session with Teresa across my lap. One day, displaying my blossoming knowledge of the new world I have entered, I enquired about bisexuality. Specifically, female bisexuality. She said there was a lot of it about,more than most men supposed, but she was unforthcoming about her own proclivities.

Then,one evening, my phone rang. It was Teresa. "Can you speak?" she asked. With Helping Hands mbers one never knew so it was proper to be discreet. I assured her I was alone, hoping that she would offer to pop round. That wasn't what was on her mind.

"You asked me once," she said, almost without preamble, "about bisexuality."

"I rber."

"You were fishing to find out if that was my line of country."

"Oh well ..."

"No need to be coy. It was understandable." There was a longish silence. I said nothing, though I was impatient to know where this was leading. Eventually, I heard her take in a deep breath. "This is confidential, isn't it?"

"Isn't it always?"

"Yes, of course it is. I'm sorry.:

"Just tell me what's on your mind."

"Well, I have a very good friend. Billy. Oh, a woman friend. Wilhelmina, really, but everyone calls her Billy. We met at University." Pause. "Where we were ... very close friends. Yes?"

"Go on."

"It was good, but it didn't last. We went our own ways, both got married,kept in touch with Christmas cards, that sort of thing."

Again she stopped, still seemingly uncertain, needing reassurance. I said, "And now Billy is back in your life?" It was the only logical conclusion.

"Yes, up to a point. She's taken to asking if she can visit. Just for a week-end. Every few months. No more."

"But you are back where you were and it's still good?"

"Yes."

"So you feel perhaps the time has come to part company with - well, you know, a lot of your friends in the village."

"Good heavens, no," she exclaimed. "Cut myself from all that - especially you. Of course not."

"What then?"

"The last time Billy was here we talked about a lot of things. The situation with her husband isn't good. Sex is virtually non-existent. But there are no real grounds for divorce. And anyway, when you pass fifty the lonely life of a divorcee can be frightening."

"Not if you know about Helping Hands."

"Exactly. So I told her ... more or less everything. I know I can trust her and, in any case, she doesn't know the village and the village doesn't know her."

"But - if she divorces him and comes to live here -"

"It's not what she wants, John."

"So what is?"

Another pause, this time longer than before. "Let me put it this way. What Billy and I do together is good. More than good. But what Billy needs is a man."

"I see."

"I'm not sure you do. What Billy has in mind is a threesome. Her, me and a man."

My turn to pause for thought before I asked, "How do you feel about that?"

"The more I've thought about it, the more it appeals."

Not difficult then to see where the conversation was heading. "And you've rung me because - "

"Yes, John."

"Mr Big."

For the first time she giggled. "Not just for that. But it helps. Will you?"

My only question was, "When?"

"This week-end. I know I should have called you before but - well, anyway, I've done it now. You know we'll try to make it good for you, too."

They did.

And, every few months, still do.

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Jim and I were still panting when the stranger knocked again.

“One sec,” Jim said.

I slid under the covers and Jim headed toward the door, grabing a towel from the bathroom.

I am all about great cock and not into women. So, I suppose Jim would enjoy whomever the stranger had brought.

However, we were both surprised when Jim opened the door and the stranger walked in, with another man.

Normally, that may have been a super sexy thing, however, I was a little drunk, a little jet lagged and had just had two back to back orgasms.

I’m a cougar, not a machine.

Fortunately, the guys just wanted us to watch them suck each other off.

Yummy, I do love cocks being sucked even if I’m not the one doing the sucking.

Jim and I snuggled in each others arms, lightly stroking the others skin while we watched the men, undress.

Jim propped himself up on the pillow and I lay back in his arms from between his legs.

As the men disrobed and their cocks popped to attention after they tugged each others underwear off, I couldn’t help but rub my clitty.

The stranger knelt before the slender newcomer. I could tell he was a runner by his strong, lean thighs.

His prick was really pretty, and had a nice plump head. I wanted to suck it too, but instead I just played with my wet pussy.

The stranger was amazing at giving head. I was shocked he didn’t try to suck on Jim’s big prick. However, he really enjoyed slurping the newcomer all the way to the back of his throat so I don’t think he could have taken Jim deep either.

The newcomer kept squeezing the checks of his ass and fucking the stranger’s mouth, gagging him.

Drippppp.

I could see the stranger’s cock playfully bouncing with every suck of the newcomers prick. It also glistened with pre-cum and I wanted to lick it off.

Jim squeezed my breasts. I could feel his big dick pushing against the small of my back.

“Sit beside me,” I requested. “But now I want you to trade places.”

The stranger sat at the end of the bed and leaned back.

The newcomer got on his knees and went straight to work on the stranger’s juicy cock, licking the pre-cum I wanted to lick.

I enjoyed watching the newcomer suck the stranger’s balls into his mouth. He had a slightly different giving head technique. He chose to suckle the balls, then pull the skin tight on the man’s dick with his left hand and twist and stroke his shaft with his right hand while poking the strangers head in and out of his mouth.

Similar to what I have to do with my big sexy Jim’s juicy cock.

Jim started playfully smacking my breasts. It felt good. I wish he could have spanked my pussy, and I spread my legs wide.

The stranger crawled his fingers toward my juicy snatch while the newcomer continued his glorious blowjob.

I spread my labia open, welcoming his fingers and he began to finger fuck me.

It was like a wonderful massage, two finger insertions and rubing my clit with his thumb in a pinching motion.

Meow.

Jim’s prick was now rock hard against my back and I could tell he wanted to jerk it.

He slipped out from behind me and took his place standing over me next to the bed.

The newcomer gasped at the sight of Jim’s enormous hard on, but I knew Jim wasn’t bi. So he jerked his cock by himself.

“My friend here is gay, but I’d really like to eat a pussy cream pie with both of our cum in it while your man cum’s on my face.”

Can I please pack this man in my suitcase and take him back to New York?

“Your friend has to fuck me with that gorgeous prick a little though to deposit that sweet seed for you babe.”

Deal.

The friend pressed his bulbous prick between my labia, into my tight hole.

“Not quite what I thought it would feel like, but…”

He came inside me.

The stranger was next, and within two thrusts, he came too.

He immediately went down on me and I could tell the gay man, really wanted to suck on Jim’s big prick.

Jim allowed the man to stroke him, and then too gave in and let the guy suckle his great big dick.

It was beautiful watching Jim’s face as the skilled gay man stroked and nibled on my lover’s juicy cock.

I couldn’t help, but buck and thrust on the strangers face as he at my creamy cunt.

Jim too, couldn’t help but cum and squirt it all over the stranger while the newcomer jerked Jim’s big cock.

When Jim was finished, the newcomer slid Jim back into his mouth and sucked him the rest of the way dry.

I wanted to cum and with all these pricks going limp, I had to think of something quick.

“Get the shampoo bottle from my bag,” I demanded.

The stranger reached over and searched my bag while Jim continued to fuck the newcomer’s mouth as he went limp.

Damn, that’s so fucking sexy.

The stranger came back and slid the bottle inside my pussy, giving it fucking hell.

Jim came out of his cocksucking stupor and reached down and jiggled my clit.

The gay man surprised me, by licking my cunt when he could, then switched over to sucking my tits.

I gushed when I came.

It was awesome.

We all fell back on the bed in one panting sexy lump.

I love Dallas.

The stranger and the newcomer cleaned up, got dressed and left.

I fell asleep in Jim’s arms. I dreamed that living in the suburbs with him, maybe wouldn’t be such a bad thing…

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After the Party

After the Party was more fun than during...

The party continued late into the night, but by 2 the following morning, all had left except for Jane’s friend, Scott. Scott decided to stay and help clean up from the party, even though we continually told him that we had no problem doing it ourselves and that he should head home. Since his wife and kids were away for a few days, he hoped we would let him stay over rather than go home to an empty house. We finally agreed and let him stay to help clean up.

I really wasn’t thrilled with the fact that Scott was sticking around. I had told Jane that as soon as the last guest left and we threw away the last beer bottle, I was going to put on one of our favorite porns and have an end-of-the party Fuck Fest. I had recently returned from a rather long business trip, and I was extremely horny. With Scott around, those plans would have to wait another night…

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We quickly put away the last bottle and sat down on the couch to relax for a few minutes. We sat there in silence for a while before Scott began to talk to us.

"What a party," he said. "You guys really have some great friends. They made this night very enjoyable."

"Yes," I told him. "It was a fun night. Too bad it has to end. It was a long day, and since I just got back from a business trip, I think I might head up to bed."

"Already," Jane asked me? "I thought we could hang out for a while."

A deep sigh and I agreed.

"Too bad we don’t have a joint to help us relax" Scott stated.

"We actually do have some pot" Jane informed him.

Shit. Not only is she allowing him to stay over, she’s now giving out my stash of pot. The pot that I save for the nights I’m home alone with Jane and like to get a little kinky. What the hell.

"Yeah. I’ve got a little left to make a joint or two."

"Well – light it up," Scott told me.

I headed for the kitchen and pulled out the dime bag, rolling paper and lighter and headed back to the couch to roll it up. Jane helped me as I was always a klutz when it came to rolling the paper. Finally, it was there. A nice big joint to share between the three of us. Being a nice host, I offered the first hit to Scott.

Scott took his hit and passed it along, and within a few minutes, all three of us were nice and buzzed. The conversation between us pretty much stayed in the realm of the pot, but before long, it started to become a little more personal. Apparently, pot really brought Scott’s inhibitions down a lot. Within ten minutes, I learned more about Scott and his wife’s sex life than I cared to know.

Apparently, it also brought Jane’s inhibitions down as well, as she actually told Scott what our plans were for the night. Fortunately, pot goes right through me, and I was nowhere near as shocked from that comment as I was at the question that Jane posed to Scott next.

"So Scott," she asked him. "Would you mind if we turn on a porn?"

"Are you kidding me" Scott blurted out. "I wouldn’t mind at all. My wife isn’t into porn, and the stuff I get to see is the stuff that I have to sneak around the house. Do you mind that we are going to watch it together, Joe?"

Deep down inside of me, my mind was screaming out "Fuck Yes, I mind", but my dick had a mind of its own and realizing that this was the chance it was getting to watch a porn that night forced my mouth to blurt out: "Nope, don’t mind at all".

What the fuck? Jane and I had always talked about watching some porn with a friend in the room, but it was always a fantasy. Never had I really thought that she would actually ask someone to join us. I looked at Jane, and it was either the pot or the fact that she was going to get the chance to watch a porn with somebody other than me, but she had a huge smile on her face. She winked at me and I grabed for the remote.

"Hey buddy," she yelled at me, grabing the remote back from my hand. "This was my party, this is my night, this was my suggestion. I get to pick the movie".

"Okay, okay" I told her.

"We are not watching any of your ancient porns," she told me, knowing how I like the classics that offer a funny story, even though the women are usually as hairy as the men.

"Okay, okay" I told her again. "You choose one."

She turned on OnDemand and immediately switched over to the adult category. Flicking through some of the different movies, she finally settled on a Jenna Jameson title.

Scott was too busy taking another hit to answer Jane when she asked if this was okay, but I was able to agree with her on her choice. She went through the remaining steps in order to confirm the purchase of the movie, and then put the remote down, took the joint from Scott and took another hit.

The movie started as lame as most porns do, but once the actual sex took place, I could tell I wasn’t the only one aroused from the viewing. Since Jane had the only blanket around her body, both Scott and I were without anything to cover the hard ons that we were experiencing.

We watched most of the movie in silence, passing the joint between the three of us. By the time we had finished smoking it down to the end, the movie was in a scene between two men and a woman. At first, it appeared that one of the men was going to leave the scene, but at the last moment, he decided to stay and participate with the other two. I felt a little awkward. Of course, Jane and I had talked about a threesome with another man being a fantasy of ours, but I wasn’t sure if she thought Scott could be the one.

I took a quick glance over to the other side of the couch and noticed that the blanket that was originally just over Jane had shifted and was now covering Scott’s lap. I saw some movement in the vicinity of his lap and assumed that he was enjoying the movie and might be pleasuring himself. I turned my attention back to the movie. A few moments later and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the blanket had shifted.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I turned my attention back to Scott’s lap. The cover’s had shifted enough to show that Scott had in fact had his cock exposed. He had a raging hard on and it looked as though he was pleasing himself. It took a moment for me to realize that it wasn’t Scott’s hand on his cock, it was Jane’s. With the pot still in my system, it took me a moment to realize what was going on, but I eventually shifted my eyes up towards Jane. She was looking right at me, smiling.

"Would you like me to play with you too," she asked me?

"You bet" I told her as I shifted a little on the couch and unzipped my pants.

"No… let me do that for you" Jane told me.

She slid her free hand from out of the blanket and reached over to my side of the couch. She unzipped my pants and slid her warm hand down into my underwear. She pulled them to the side and took a firm grasp of my cock. Scott took a glance over to my side of the couch, smiled, and leaned back into the couch. It was amazing. While I got to sit back and watch the movie, Jane was in the middle of Scott and I giving us a wonderful handjob.

After a few minutes of jerking us off, she let go of our cocks and slid down onto the floor. She knelt in front of us and we both shifted closer together on the couch. She first took my penis in hand and slid it softly into her mouth. Her other hand reached over for Scott as she continued to play with him.

Her mouth felt warm and moist as she continued to suck me off. Scott got closer to the edge of the couch as he was being grabed by Jane. Once at the edge, he reached down Jane’s waist and pulled up her shirt, revealing her tits. He rubed his hands over her tits and eventually started to massage her nipples.

Making sure that my cock was nice and wet, she pulled her mouth away from my cock and moved over to Scott. Her free hand was almost immediately over the tip of my cock as it began to massage it back and forth. While Scott was getting his blow job, the two of us began to rub and play with Jane’s tits and nipples.

Finally Jane nudged for me to stand up. Taking my cue, Scott did the same, keeping his cock deep inside of Jane’s mouth. We stood there, side by side, when Jane pulled on my cock to the point that she was able to open her mouth and slide both of them into her mouth at the same time.

We stood there for a few minutes, having Jane suck us off, licking each penis separately, and getting them hot, wet, and harder than they have ever been. Eventually, she pulled her head back and released our cocks from her mouth. She pushed me back onto the couch and stood up, taking off all of her clothes.

Scott stood up as well and walked behind her. His hands immediately wrapped around the front of Jane as he began to pull and stroke on her tits. Being back in the couch, and so far away from Jane, I put my hand on my wet cock and started to masturbate. Jane kept her eyes on my cock, watching it being played with by my hands.

Scott eventually took one of his hands and made his way down her stomach and between her legs. As it slid between her thighs and over her pussy, I could see Scott’s cock between her legs, moving closer to her ass. Once her pussy was wet and open, Scott stuck it deep inside of her. She closed her eyes and tilted back her head as she bent down to have Scott’s hand over her entire pussy and onto her clit. The movement, as I could see from my position on the couch, pushed her ass back towards Scott’s cock. With it being wet from the blowjob moments before, it easily slid down her ass and between her legs.

Jane reached down between Scott’s hand and grabing his cock, stuck it deep into her pussy. She leaned down over the couch so that Scott could fuck her deep. Being close to me, she grabed a hold of my cock and took over playing with it. My free hands reached out and began to massage and play with her tits.

After a few moments, Scott withdrew from Jane. She crawled onto the couch and opening her legs, allowed my cock to enter her wet, hot pussy. The feeling was extraordinary. After a few seconds, Scott moved closer to Jane. He pushed up against her, and her body pushed closer to mine. A hand reached down and I could feel it playing with her pussy and my cock at the same time.

Eventually Scott took his cock, wet from Jane’s juices, and pulling her ass apart, stuck it deep into her. Inside Jane, I could feel Scott fucking Jane’s ass. I looked directly into Jane’s eyes, and I could tell that she was experiencing an orgasm in the likes of none before. With Scott pushing into Jane and Jane pushing into me, I was unable to hold back for very long.

I eventually came, and it seemed like it lasted forever. I could tell from Scott’s movements that he wasn’t far behind me, nor was Jane. Eventually, with cum dripping from her ass and her pussy, Jane sat back down on the couch between us, smiling, and out of breath.

We watched the rest of the movie in silence. Jane had the blanket over her naked body, Scott and I sat on the couch in the nude. Once it was over, we cleaned up the couch, pulled out the blankets, let Scott go to sleep on the couch, and Jane and I headed up the stairs for bed.

"That was unbelievable" I told Jane.

"Oh my God! I didn’t think you were going to go for it."

"I couldn’t believe that you suggested it."

"We’ve been talking about it forever, I just thought that it was about time one of us did something about it."

"I’m glad it was you…"

I gave Jane a kiss goodnight.

"Going to sleep already" she asked me snuggling a little closer on the bed.

"Oh my God! You’re ready for more?" I asked her.

"Absolutely!"

"Well, I’m drained… if you want, you can wake me up later" I told her, expecting her to go to sleep and waking up the next morning.

"Goodnight" she told me as she kissed me on the cheek.

I was half asleep, but I felt Jane stirring on her side of the bed. She was moaning and pulling on the covers. When I finally was awake enough, I peaked out from under the covers and saw Jane lying on the bed, one hand up her shirt playing with her nipples, the other hand in her underwear and between her legs.

At first she was containing her moans, making soft sounds between her heavy breathing, but after a moment of watching, her moans got longer and louder. The sounds of her fingers deep in her pussy was too much for me, so I pulled back the covers. Jane stopped masturbating.

"Oh…" she said. "I’m sorry if I woke you. I was just thinking about before and I tried to wake you, but you wouldn’t budge."

"Well – this was a nice way of waking me up" I told her as I could feel my cock starting to wake up as well.

"I want to watch for a while" I told her.

She looked at me, smiled, and put her hand back down between her legs. Pulling at her underwear, she showed me her pussy. Dripping from her previous masturbation as well as the cum from Scott and I earlier in the night, she easily slid her hand back deep into her pussy.

After a few minutes, and while she continued to masturbate, she turned to me and started telling me what was going through her mind while she was doing what she was doing.

"I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did earlier. It was so freaking hot! Having two men inside of me at the same time was so much that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. It was unbelievable."

"I could go see if Scott is still awake and maybe we could have a go at…"

She interrupted me before I could finish.

"Forget Scott. This time its just you and me," she told me with a smile on my face.

She pulled her hand out from between her legs, shifted the underwear back over her pussy and got onto her knees.

"Let me see your cock!" she told me.

Without hesitation, I pulled back the covers and almost in the same motion, pulled down my pajama bottoms. My cock stood at attention, ready to be played with again. She knelt over my legs and slowly put her mouth down onto my cock.

For the second time that night, her mouth felt warm and inviting as it slid over the head of my cock and down my shaft. She quickly got it wet as she pulled it out of her mouth. She moved up towards my stomach, heading up to give me a kiss I thought, but she stopped as soon as my cock was between her tits. She moved her arms closer together, forcing my cock to be squeezed between her warm tits.

Her mouth found my nipples as she slowly licked, bit, and blew on them. My cock, being wet from her mouth and tongue, slid easily between her tits. She continued to play with my nipples as she continued to rub my cock with her tits.

After a few moments, she pulled away from my nipples and cock and slid up towards my waist.

"I only want you in me now" she told me as she took one of her legs and put them over my waist.

My cock easily slid into her wet pussy. As she slowly rode on my cock, her hand went up my stomach and back to my nipples. They were wet from when she was masturbating herself earlier. I took one of my hands and put it onto my chest and intertwined our fingers. Together we played with my nipples, pulling on them, flicking them, and making them feel so great.

Finally, our fingers began to grow dry, so I pulled her hand up towards my mouth and put her fingers deep into my mouth. I could easily taste the cum from both Jane and myself on her fingers. Instead of just licking them to get them wet for some more nipple play, I sucked on them, taking the full flavor of the cum deep into my mouth.

My other hand reached up and began to play with Jane’s nipples. With our fingers still entwined, she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and put the two of them onto her free tit. We continued to play with her nipples together.

Just as she started to ride my cock harder, I could feel my excitement level grow as well. In no time at all, as Jane was experiencing her orgasm, I was able to shoot my load deep inside of Jane for the second time that night.

We rode each other for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of being together. Eventually she slipped off of me, we cleaned up the mess, got our pajama’s on and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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