We were on our way back through the mountains, just friends, but there had been tension building. Over time, we had shared our fantasies, so she knew what I was thinking about.

“Stop here,” she said. It was a heavily wooded spot, with a small parking area. I did. We got out and started to wander deep into the trees, well out of sight of the road.

It was a small clearing. There was a partly downed tree over it, the trunk nearly horizontal and about 8 feet from the ground. It was a nice spot, on a warm day.

“Well?” Her eyes said it more than her words.
“What?” I asked, maybe just wanting to be sure before I did something stupid.
“I want you naked.” My heart skipped a beat, but I complied. Inside a minute, I could feel the forest breeze on my ass.

She had me stand under the fallen tree, and opened her pack. A cloth was tied tightly over my eyes, around my head. “Hold out your hands,” was her next request / order. Again, I complied, and felt a rope binding my wrists together.

She threw the long end of the rope over the tree trunk, and pulled until I was on my toes, then, I suppose, tied it off somewhere, then another line to each ankle pulled my legs apart slightly - and kept me from twisting around.

I was obviously excited - there was no missing that - but the touches on my nipples and exploration of my body ratcheted things up quite a bit. She knew about my arousal / denial fantasy and I was getting into a nice zone thinking about where this might be going as she pushed my arousal to higher and higher levels.

Then SNAP! followed a second later by a sharp pain on my ass.
SNAP! again.
SNAP! again.
I heard the rope whistling through the air for each blow. Ten? Fifteen? I wasn’t counting, just waiting for each one to follow.

Then it stopped. Silence. A gentle hand on my ass, hands reaching around back to my nipples, down to my rock-hard cock - just touching, no more.

The ropes on my ankles were undone, then I was released from above. I sat on the cool forest floor, blind folded, my wrists still tied together, naked.

“Meet me at the car.” She left.

I untied myself, put on my clothes, walked out of the woods, and we drove home without a word.

I went to a female dentist, Dr. Julia Bently. She was a middle aged women, a little overweight, a little matronly, but not unattractive and she seemed nice enough.

On my second visit, she told me that the x-rays we took last time showed the need for extensive dental surgery that would require dozens of sessions over the next several months. With my reluctant consent, she began the process. She injected me with a sedatative and began to strap me to the dental chair with restraints. I protested but she told me this was necessary for the small percentage of patients that have a violent reaction to the sedative. She told me that she once had a patient convulse and fall out of the chair. She secured the straps tightly. I protested again. She smiled and told me that it was for my own good.

The sedative began to cloud my mind. I remember saying something about letting me up. I strain against the straps but it was no use.

She put headphones over my ears . . . music . . . music with something else just underneath . . . something I can’t quite make out . . . but it commands my attention. I try to think of something else . . . anything else, but the pounding rhythym and the words just underneath . . . they won’t let go of my attention. My mind strains to hear the words . . . I must hear the words . . . “O ey oct r ben ly . . . Ob y do tor ent y . . .”
- just sounds without meaning. I strained to listen more closely . . . to her past the music.

I am oddly unaware of what is going on around me. I force myself away from the half formed words in my head to see that Dr. Bently has removed my shoes and socks . . . why in the world would she? . . . She is using surgical sissors to cut into my shirt . . . she is cutting it away and pulling the rest of it out from under me . . . Why? . . . I try to form the word to ask her, but I can’t. She is now turning the sissors on my trousers, up one leg, then up the other leg until the two cuts meet at the zipper. She reaches for my belt, undoes it and the button on my trousers, and then unzips me to where the sissor cuts meet. Her approach is clinical, as if it is just another dental procedure to be performed. Her approach is also deliberate, as if she has done this a hundred times before. She grabs the remnants of my pants legs firmly and pulls roughly to slip them out from under my helpless body and the medical restraints.

The clinical facade dropped for a moment as she allowed herself a wicked smile, gazing down at my naked body. She tightened the restraints again to adjust for the missing bulk of the clothing she has forcibly removed from me. I feel so violated. I again strain against the straps. Her wicked smile broadens the more I struggle.

She turned to the source of the music and the words . . . and turns up the volume. I begin to here the sound more fully as the music pounds at my skull. ” bey do or en ly . . . Obey Doc or Bently . . . Obey Doctor Bently . . . Obey Doctor Bently . . . Obey Doctor Bently . . .” The words I had strained so desparately to hear now filled every corner of my mind.

“OBEY DOCTOR BENTLY . . . OBEY DOCTOR BENTLY . . . ”

She smiled condesendingly down at me as she lowered the back of the chair until my head was lower than my feet.

“OBEY DOCTOR BENTLY . . . OBEY DOCTOR BENTLY . . . ”

She slowly removed her labcoat to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath. She removed the headphones from my ears, but strangely the loud refrain remained in my head long after the headphones were removed.

She lifted her right leg up over my bound body. Her right leg coming to rest just to the right of my face and her left leg pressing in from the left side, she straddled my mouth with her womanhood as she sat upon my chest.

“From now on, this is where you will want to be more than anyplace else. You will eagerly look forward to our appointments. Once here, you will remember the music and the words . . . and what you must do . . . what you must always do . . . OBEY ME!”

“Now lick me . . . Lick my pussy . . . You will find you can’t resist.”

She drew my face into her bush and my tongue eagerly sought the pink wetness beneath. It was important to please her . . . I must please her! My tongue found her clit and she writhed as I obediently serviced it.

“Goooood Boooy!!!” she screamed, as she came in waves all over my face.

“My obedient slave, didn’t you think their would be payback for all the times during our first appointment that I caught you sneaking a peek down my blouse or up my dress? Every time I caught you ogling my ass? And don’t think my assistant Rachel hasn’t seen you leering at her when she cleaned your teeth. Now you are the one being ogled and violated . . . and their is nothing you can do about it.”

She “dismounted” from my cum soaked face and keyed the intercom,

“Rachel, lock the front door and join me in the treatment room. Mr. Kent requires a thorough “oral” examination.”

“I’ll be right there . . .(giggle)”

Dr. Bently now climbed onto the middle of the chair and straddled my legs.

“Long and hard for me - NOW! OBEY!!!”

My cock lept to attention, against my will, and she smiled that wicked smile again.

As Dr. Bently roughly mounted my obediently rigid cock to use me for her pleasure, Rachel entered the treatment room, already naked, and mounted my mouth for the same purposes.

“You will obey Rachel as you obey me.” Dr. Bently announced as much for Rachel’s amusement as for my indoctrination . . . and suddenly I knew that it was true. I would do anything to please them both - anything.

Rachel looked down at me triumphantly, her evil smile matching Dr. Bently’s

“Time to lick me, Mr. Kent, or should I say Mr. slave.”

My tongue snapped to attention and began to pleasure my second mistress, as my first mistress proceeded to “rape” my cock. They both changed places a couple of times - raping my cock - raping my tongue - raping my mind. And Dr. Bently would find other women to join us in the treatment room, other women for me to obey as she commanded.

In spite of myself, I sat in the lobby, looking forward to my next appointment. My friends all think I’m obsessed with oral hygeine. If they only knew. If I could only tell them . . . or the police . . . or anyone else . . . but that would break my promise of obedient silence.

“Dr. Bently will see you now, Mr. Kent.” It was Christine her new part time receptionist.

“Thank you”

I rose to go in. Christine blocked my path for a moment and smiled an odd smile

“I’ll see you inside, once the Doctor is done with you.”

I knew what she meant. I would be made to please her too.

“And the Doctor asked me to schedule two additional appointments for next week -”

Then she whispered. “It seems her sisters are coming in from out of town (giggle).”

As I went in, I heard Christine say

“Poor Mr. Kent - such a slave to oral hygeine . . . well oral anyway.”

Christine and the waiting room full of female middle aged patients laughed and laughed and looked forward to their appointments . . . with Mr. Kent.

She was right on the edge, and I knew her so well - I was going just fast enough to hold her there, almost, but never quite.

I looked through her mat of jet-black hair into her beautiful, desperate eyes.

“You want to cum?”
“yessssss” - she could barely speak.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“yes”
“Can you remember how this feels?”
“yes”
“I want you to remember this - how this is right now - whenever you think of me. Can you do that?”
“yes”
“When you are mad at me, I want you to remember how you are feeling right now. Can you do that?”
“yes”

I increased the pace just a little, just enough to push her over the edge.
“eeeeegsh!” Her hands gripped my back tight.
Then I slowed back down… back to the edge.

“Did you come for me?”
“yes”
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“yes”
“Are you a greedy girl? Do you want more?”
“yes.. yes”

I smiled.
“Come for me… now.” As I spoke I, again, turned things up just a little.
Her eyes clenched shut, she clenched her teeth, her hands, shuddered.

“You’ll remember how this feels, always. Remember this when you think of me. Think of this even when you are mad at me. This feeling is how I feel about you… always.”

“Yes”

No alarm this morning, we can wake up slowly as the light makes its way through the curtains. I move slightly, then pull her closer to me, her back against my front as we have slept most of the night. She stirs, sighs a bit, snuggles in, then slowly turns to face me - her bright dark brown eyes full of nothing but love. I am the luckiest guy on earth.

Fast forward. I have tried, tried, tried to convince myself this was infatuation, driven by great sex alone. But I can’t. I have to admit to myself that the sex didn’t matter, it was just icing. Without it I would *still* be the luckiest guy on earth.

I have tried, tried, tried to fall out of love with her. But I can’t. Why? What is the hold she has on me? I have been around the sun 50+ times in my life, had countless lovers, but is this really the first time I have come to understand what love really is?

What am I to do?
Do I give up *everything* that is my present life to be with her? Is this some kind of test? Or do I remain paralyzed and live my remaining days in a fantasy of what might have been… but maybe it is only a fantasy. Am I in love with the fantasy?

I look at my photos of her. My favorite - she is nude. Standing, confident, proud-not-quite-defiant, looking right at the camera. Another captures her eyes alone. Another her “I am so in love with you” smile.

Love. Pain. Anguish.

Eventually I fall asleep, my arms embracing the pillow, remembering her, knowing I am losing her.

As always, as I was getting close, I started wondering… “What the hell am I doing?” But I pressed on, perhaps because I had made a commitment to show up.

I found the driveway, just as he described it in the email.

It was in a rural area, a farm, at least a quarter mile, maybe more, from the nearest neighbor along the road. Dusk, nearly dark. The lights were on inside. What am I doing? But I pushed on. Parked. Looked at the porch.

There was a note on the door, and a cardboard box on a chair on the porch.

I walked up - the note was a folded piece of paper that said “If you are brave…” My heart pounded.

I opened the note, there was no surprise in the instructions.

It was about 15 degrees.. but that just made it hotter.

In the box was a lycra hood, a pair of hinged handcuffs, a pair of ankle cuffs. No keys.

I took off my shoes, socks. Dropped pants, shorts, put on the ankle cuffs. The ratcheting sound was a point of no return.

Shirt, t-shirt. Put the handcuffs on one wrist.

Pulled the hood over my head… couldn’t see now.

Put my hands behind my back, and the final ratchet.

I was naked, handcuffed, shackled, hooded on the porch of someone I had never met.

The door opened, I heard a voice say “Hello there” and guide me slowly inside.

The vulnerability was exhilarating.

I felt his hands lightly explore my body. The cheeks of my ass, my balls, up my chest.

When he touched my nipples I gasped and shuddered. He found my hot spot. He lingered there, just teasing them, watching my knees go weak.

“You like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed. Oh god, did I.

He led me across the room.. slowly. I felt my my legs bump into something. He gently guided me up, then over. I was kneeling on padded boards, straddling plywood, my chest resting on a narrow padded top.

I felt straps being applied to my ankles, then my thighs. Then one across my lower back, then my upper back.

He unlocked the handcuffs, placed my arms on similar padded rests. Straps around my wrists, just above my elbows.

I was totally exposed.. feeling *very* naked. But this is what I came for.

Kaye disembarked from the cruise ship - ready to explore the colorful
markets and roman ruins of Tunis. The plan was to spend a relaxing day
visiting the Bardo museum, walking through an old Muslim palace filled
with amazing Roman mosaics, followed by a visit to Carthage and then the
grand finale - shopping in the Tunisian Old Medina - the famed Souks.
She’d been warned to dress conservatively, not to show her chest, her
arms, her knees. Dressed safely (she thought) in jeans and a short sleeve
brown tunic, she had a black velvet jacket on over top.

It was surprisingly chilly. Crisp, 50 degrees, not the famed dry heat
moving north off the Sahara that was expected. Buttoning up her coat a
bit farther, she caught up with the tour guide, not wanting to get left
behind.

First stop, the museum. Things seemed.. mostly the same. Not as many
women roaming around, but she’d heard that Tunis was a “progressive”
Islamic country. Women had several positions of power in the government,
and girls were allowed to go to school. Still, there were rumors of white
slavery, and warnings not to be caught in the Old Medina after dark.
Snapping many a picture, she was fairly oblivious to the way her shirt
kept slipping down, until a friend hissed and said hey Kaye - you’re
exposing cleavage, pull your shirt up!

Eek, she pulled it up again and looked around to see who noticed. No one,
so far, good.

Next stop - Carthage. Not much to see here, most of the ruins had been
demolished by repeated invasions, but it was amazing to stand on the site
of so much… history!

She still hadn’t seen many locals, mostly tourists off the boat. The
vendors were fairly insistent though. This was the last cruise ship of the
season - no more tourist income until next May, and some of the men were
getting desperate.

Finally, after a lunch of mostly Americanized psuedo Tunisian fare, the
promised Medina appeared. “Now, stay close” said Maroud, the local tour
guide. Wielding a large white paddle with the number of the group boldly
printed, he warned everyone to stick together, the Souks are a
labyrinth and it’s easy to get lost. Everyone not there at 6 would get
left, and have to find their own way to the next port stop.

The deadline to get back always made Kaye nervous, but after the tour guide
dragged them into a “sponsored” shop to be force fed “hand made rugs,
cheap!” she decided to take advantage of the time to wander.

Browsing some of the market stalls, she quickly came across beautiful,
hand woven and beaded caftans. Seeing a formal gown in green that was
gorgeous, she quietly asked the proprietor how much it was and if it came
in her size.

The man gave a look to his associate, a quick, side ways glance. Kaye
didn’t know what it meant but quickly stuttered, well, um. don’t worry
about it, and tried to leave. The shop keeper quickly stopped her with a
hand to her shoulder and said “No no madam, we have a caftan for you”.

He pulled one down, and seemingly impersonally, placed the spread of his
hand over her breast “measuring” the distance from the middle to the side.

She wondered - is that normal? Did he linger a bit too long? Not knowing
any better she assumed it was normal business practice.

She tried on the Caftan. It was a bit snug, and she had a hard time
getting it off without showing her chest. That was the last thing she
needed - she already felt a bit uncomfortable without her male friends
along. What was she thinking going off by herself?

The shop keeper quickly brought out another gown. This one, a deep red,
had even more beading and flowing crepe. She pulled it over her head,
asked the shop keep if he could take a photo with her camera for her (they
had no mirror) and he complied.

He pulled it off, catching a larger glimpse this time of her breasts. She
heard him mutter something in Arabic to his collegue. Not understanding,
she just blushed and asked him how much for the Caftan. “For you Madam, 160
dollars”.

“Oh no, that’s much, to much. How about 60.”

“Madam, you insult me and my family, this caftan is made by hand. Last
price 120 dollars.”

“Sir, it’s lovely, but I’m sure I can find something else like it, thanks
anyway..”

and she made to leave.

She was surprised to find herself stopped by a large gentleman outside the
door. What? They aren’t going to let me leave?

“Madam, I see how this is, you waste my time, you want only the picture,
but you have no intention of buying my clothing. This is not a right
thing to do.”

“Sir, My final offer is $85, take it or leave it.”

Once again she tried to leave.

This time, the gentleman in the doorway pressed against her, laughing and
saying something to the other two as he pushed her back.

“What”?? She said confusedly. “Oh madam, silly little girl. You insult me,
you make a puny offer, and now you’re going to leave again.”

She tried to push past but now the other man has grabbed her wrists.

What?! She tries to yell but a scarf is shoved into her mouth. Looking
behind him, a curtain was pulled closed over the entrance.

“Now madam, I expect you to apologize for the insult. As you are aware this
is the last cruise ship, and I do need to make my shop payments. You
*will* make payment one way or another.”

“But, I only have $85 on me. Please take it, just let me go,” she tried to
say through the scarf.

“What is that?” Said the shop keeper. Do I hear the clucking of a chicken?

“I think you should try the wares”, said the man in the corner.

Roughly the shopkeeper pushed a finger into her jeans, making her squeak
in fear.

He snapped, “grab a knife, this is not convenient for me.”

Whimpering nooo! She helped by lowering the zipper.

“Ah hah! The little slut is going to help us.”

No no! She cries, she just doesn’t want to be sliced, and her clothes need
to stay intact if she’s going to get away.

Grabbing her jeans by the waistband, she’s pulled roughly over to the side
of the shop, shoved over the counter, and feels a finger shoved straight
into her cunt.

I can’t believe this is happening to me, she cried quietly to herself.
Slowly, the finger moved deeper, and she heard the men laughing to each
other.

She’s embarassed to realise she’s wet. She’d always dreamed of harem
scenes, but never like this. Her jeans are pulled down farther around her
ankles, and she hears someone moving behind her.

A cold large object is placed at the entrance to her pussy. The
shopkeeper says, “Well slut, we need to see how much you can take, how
valuable will you be to us. Are you well used? Can you take my largest
wooden club? Or will you scream and cry and resist. Just remember, if you
cooperate we might let you go. Or if you cooperate, we might just allow
you to make us back the money we’ve lost today by serving my “family”. ”

She whimpers as it starts to move inside her. No lube other than what she
is producing naturally, but she knows it will be enough. She feels her
hair pulled back roughly as the club is forced deeper, more roughly into
her. It bottoms out and she cries as it strikes her cervix.

“Oh good American slut, we see you can take a lot. Maybe you are not
worthless.”

The club is withdrawn, and then she feels a hand, no, a fist, start to
punch inside her. Quickly, hard, she can’t help but feel the beginnings
of pleasure. No, this is not happening!

Roughly turned around, she is forced to open her eyes and watch the two
men masturbate as they make catcalls to her in Arabic and the shop keeper
reams her with his hand.

Soon, his second hand joins the first, with fingers in her ass. She’s
powerless to resist as the scarf is controlled by one of the men and the
other holds her to the counter.

After he is done humiliating her with his fist, he wipes his hand off on a
rag, removes the scarf that is in her mouth, forces her head back with two
fingers in her mouth.

As he does so, he lowers his pants, showing an enormous cock. With one
shove he pummels into her. She continues to be held, immobile, unable to
resist or cry for help, as he takes her with no regard for her pleasure.
He thrusts into her again, this time hard, the next soft and quick.

He starts grunting, saying something she doesn’t understand, and she
screams for him not to come into her. He ignores her, pushes her down,
and slaps her face as he comes.

Slapping her breasts, her thighs, her face, he fingers her again, as the
second man comes up. This time, she’s flipped over, her legs in the air,
and she feels more fingers in her ass and a second cock in her pussy.

Unable to see anything other than the caftans above her, she can feel
hands on her body, tweaking, pinching, hurting her. Slapping and spanking
as she’s fucked hard against the counter.

She feels the beginnings of an orgasm, and screams against it as the
anonymous stranger hits her g-spot for the 20th time. Coming hard, he
curses and tells her that this is not for her pleasure, she is working off
a debt, and then hits her, this time, hard enough that she is stunned.

When she awakens, she is covered in fluid, her jeans are in a heap at her
legs, and there is a note, in English, at her feet. Debt paid, slut.
You have a half an hour to get back to your ship. We will be watching.

My Aunt Tammy, a mother, Wife, typical working-home maker woman. Her in her mid 40’s, nice long dirty blonde hair, big ass and tits, a little weight on her but all in the right places.

Years go by as I always fantasized about having sex with her. Yes she is my Aunt but for some strange reason I have always been strongly sexually attracted to her. It got more and more intense as time went on and it didn’t help any better from me peeping on her through the bathroom window when she washed up or took showers. The first time I seen her naked was amazing, I was outside the window and I had no choice to put my hand in my pants and take care of business and I didn’t care if I got caught or not. I finaly got to see my favorite Aunt naked and it was great. Well that turned from one time till many peeping in on her. I got to see every last inch of her naked body over time and that made masterbation that much more incredible.

Thier was only a few people who knew my secret about Aunty Tammy. One day that secret was reveled to her by one of the few that knew.

Years went by again and it seemed that she had been more distant than usual. She always use to play flirt with me and now she seemed more distant as if she was uncomfortable with me.

One day I had to pick her up and give her a ride home. She told me that everyone was gone for the weekend and told me to lock up before I left because she hates being alone. I asked her if she wanted me to stay over and she said if I wanted to I could so she would feel more safer.

Later on I went to her bedroom and just started talking with her about random things and then I confronted her about the whole situation of her being distant. I even brought up what was said about me wanting her. She said that their was nothing wrong and asked if I really felt that way. I told her yes I do and I was sorry because ya can’t help how ya feel and how lucky Uncle was to have a fine ass woman like you. She blushed and said that it was flattering that I would find her attractive in that way and that she is not mad or anything. Then I said if I was Uncle you would be satisfied all the time cus your smoking, you got meat in all the right places and a nice butt and boobs, everything I love on a Woman. She laughed and said I wish your Uncle was like that. He always complains that I need to lose weight and plus not that you want to hear this but Im lucky he has sex with me once a month if that. He is always to tired or working. I had to swallow my saliva 2 times to boldly say to her that if you didn’t mind me being your Nephew that I would love to make love to her and make her feel like a well satisfied woman.

My Aunt stared at me in aw and just was shocked and then smiled at me. Is that an offer she asked, and I immediatly said yes. She then told me that I better never tell anyone about any of this and I promised I wouldnt and then she touched my hand and then I kissed her. It was like fireworks going off and I had this tingly feeling in my pants I have never felt before, it was great. I immediatly put my hand on her breast as I was kissing her and pushed forward to lay her down as I was on top.

I started kissing her kneck and she started unbuttoning her pajama shirt, as each button came undone, I started seeing more and more of my Aunt’s beautiful chest but this time less than a foot from my face and not from a window. As her shirt came open I started kissing down the middle of her kneck to in between her breast and I pulled the shirt open more and thier was her huge beautiful tits in my face. I started sucking and groping the most beautiful tits I ever saw. I licked her hard nipples and nibbled on them as she was in a deep breath. I sucked on her breast for a good 10 minutes before kissing her again. Then she sat up and took her shirt completely off and as she layed back down I started kissing down from in between her breast to her belly button pulling her pants off as I was doing so. I then layed between her legs and kissed around the linings of her underwear and then started pulling them off. When I took her underwear off completely, I looked down and saw my beautiful Aunts vagina right their for the taking. It had a little bit of hair, I liked shaved pussys but her, I didn’t care how much hair she had it was beautiful. I then layed between her legs spreading them even more as I was kissing around her crotch and then gently rubbin the pubic area. The I lunged my face and tounge right at Auntie’s pussy and it was so taste and the smell of her wet pussy drove me nuts. Instead of seeing what I could threw a window, I had my Aunts pussy in my mouth and inches from my eyes as I licked her like it was the last thing on Earth.

I ate her for about 5 minutes and I asked if she liked 69 and without hesitation she got right up and I layed down and it was the greatest sight ever. My Aunts leg going over my head with her untire crotch in my face, a perfect view it all, pussy and ass. As she croutched down I started kissing and sucking on her ass cheeks and she loved it, and I spreaded her ass cheeks and started licking her ass, as I did she moaned so loud and told me she hasn’t gotten eatn or her ass licked in years. I put my tounge so far up my Aunts big beautiful ass, it was great. I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked her asshole for 10 minutes. Then I started eating her pussy as she was sucking my dick. I had my tounge in her pussy and my nose and a finger in her ass. She cummed all over my face and trust me I didn’t waiste a drop as I licked every drop of it I could. Moments later I told her I was cumming but she keep going and I blew my load deep down her throat. She gave the best head I ever had, she played and sucked on my balls and gave my balls attention all the time and knew how to suck dick great.

I was so excited, I was still hard like I never came. She got up and layed next to me telling me that she was glad I approached her and that she needed some good sex. We started talking and then I cofessed to her how I used to peep in on her in the bathroom. She thought is was funny and asked why I didn’t approach her then. But all this talk a few minutes rest, I was brick hard and ready to plow her brains out.

I told her that it was just a warm up what we just did and she had an amazed but exciting look on her face. We started kissing as I rolled up on her. She looked deep into my eyes as she spreaded her legs and took my penis and put it in her vagina. It was like slow motion, there I was entering my Aunts pussy. Years and years of fantasy all coming true. I took my sweet time entering her because I wanted to enjoy every minute of it and take it in. I started fucking her slow and then picked up speed. She started to breath heavier and then I pulled out and got in back of her on our sides and we fucked side ways. It was great that way, like doggie but laying down on our sides. It was so intimate as we looked each other in eye as we fucked. She then got up and got on top of me and started riding me until she came, it took everything in me to hold myself from cumming but I held it. It was so fuck having her ride me while I sucked on her tits and nibbled on her nipples to make her cum even more. She must have cumed buckets because I my crotch area was soaked.

She then got on all 4’s and looked back and smiled and said I know you must have always wanted to do this to me. I asked how she knew, she told me thats what she told that I always wanted to bang her doggie style.

As she go on all 4’s and before I put it in for the grand finalie, I had to taste her somemore. I licked every inch of her ass, asshole and wet cummed soaked pussy. Her cum tasted out of this world. 3 minutes later I then took my penis and with her assistance put it in her pussy from behind and fucked her doggie style. The whole experience was sureal, from the slappn sound of my body slammin against her ass as I fucked her doggie style and hearing her moan and screm that she was cumming again. Just seconds after she came I blew my load deep inside my Auntie’s pussy and just keep pumping her away until every last drop of cum was out of me.

We both layed down in exhaustion and for a minute I thought it was going to be a bit awkward now cus I just fucked my own Aunt. But laying next to her naked was a great feeling inside and she looked and me and said thank you and smiled. She kissed me passionatly and told me not to get dressed and that Im sleeping with her in her bed tonight.

We woke up about 11am and at first it was wierd but as soon as we realized what we did the night before we just started kissing and fucked 2 more times and then went for breakfast well dinner that time and for the rest of the day and night we must of had sex 3 more times and once more the next morning before I had to leave.

Its been a couple months now and we try to get together atleast once a week and have some fun. Most of the time thier quickies but their better than nothing. She is going to be home alone this coming weekend by herself, first time since the first time we had sex so we are planning for a great weekend but this time at a hotel so we wont have that fear of someone coming home unexpectingly.

Her and my Uncle haven’t been getting along for years and she filed for a divorce. I have my own apartment and she is moving in soon. To everyone its just a Nephew helping his Aunt out and no one suspects a thing but to us, its sex everynight. Everyone thinks that she will be sleeping in the “spare room”. LOL

But in all, I think I am in love with Aunty Tammy. We are always intimate with each other now and everytime we have sex its better than the last. Just seeing her naked and the taste of her is incredible. I don’t just go and lick any woman in those places (asshole & pussy) but her I will do anything to and I mean anything she desires.

i am taken by a strong young lady. she dresses me in the cutest little outfits and makes me out to be her little girl friend. together we have to serve every young man in town. in the end, she reveals to all that i am a sissy boy, and to keep my shame a secret i am forced to service any man in any way they see fit. if i do not perform, my awful secret, that the filthy little cock sucker i am is a nasty little cross dressing sissy slut will be told to all of my closest friends, and they will undoubtedly want some oral and anal favors in return for not exposing and/or castrating me.

My fantasy is about humiliation. I think that is not the right word though. I see the internet articles and they all have bondage, injury, and scary stuff. Maybe I am thinking about what could be called a mind-fuck. I want to be pushed beyond my own boundaries, but I dont want to be hung upside down like a piece of meat. See, I don’t know the right word. Anyone got any ideas?

I am very happily married …. but …. I have thought about another man every day, and most every night, I have closed my eyes and pictured him right there behind me so many times; I have awakened some mornings shivering, in a cold sweat, alone with the wind having made such an incredible feeling come true. I welcome that dreamy state, and his breath on my neck, it seems so real, and I certainly welcome the words I have vividly imagined he has spoken, so unforgettable in tone as they echoed in my head; I have craved him almost, and yet, I can not see his face, I just could not it seemed, not yet. He somehow seems so familiar, as if he is known by me from some time or place in the past, even now being very close; still, he remains nameless and truly still faceless, and I have no plans to cheat, or do any act he describes, with any one. But he claims that I will do them with him, for him, someday, and that I know it; and we argue the point in my dreams often, and even this arouses me. I have not told anyone about this man ….

I imagine myself in bed with my lover. We are into sixty nine and enjoying ourselves. He and i blow at the same time. His best friend has been watching us, masturbating. he rises and gets into the bed on my side so I am sandwiched in between them. They lift me up and the friend enters me from the front. While my boyfriend fucks me in the ass, stimulating my clit, which is on fire. They ride me like two stallions at the Kentucky Derby,in a race to the finish line. They change positions and my boyfriend enters my vagina and i give the friend a royal blowjob. We all exoplode at the same time and wait until we can do it over again, the whole night long. Then I pray we can do it every night.

MY FANTASY IS TO HAVE A 300+ LB. FATTY WITH HAIRY ARMPITS SIT THERE AND WATCH ME JERKOFF WHILE SHE IS CHAIN SMOKING AWAY. SHE WOULD LIFT UP HER FAT ARMS AND LET ME LICK HER HAIRY, SWEATY STINKY ARMPITS WHILE I’M STROKING IT. WHEN I’M ABOUT TO CUM, SHE WOULD LAY DOWN ON HER STOMACH AND SPREAD HER FAT ASS CHEEKS AND I WOULD LICK AND SMELL HER HAIRY ASSHOLE FOR A WHILE. WHEN I CUM IT’S ON HER ASSHOLE AND SHE MAKES ME CLEAN IT ALL UP. AFTER I HAVE LICKED UP ALL THE CUM, I GIVE HER A NICE FRENCH KISS AND WE SHARE THE HOT LOAD.

We haven’t even left for the club yet and already you’re commanding my preparations You wash my hair for me, lather my back, and tell me - “Stand still, I don’t want you to do anything right now, I’ll take care of you”.

I do, and enjoy the feeling of your hands on my skin, soft and teasing, even as you guide the razor over my legs.

You finish rinsing me off, dry me with the towel, and tell me what to wear. You’ve asked me previously to lay out three outfit choices for you.

You select your favorite, but don’t let me dress just yet.

“Stand still” you say, insistent this time, grabbing a thin piece of rope and catching it over my wrists, attaching it to the door to ensure I don’t wander.

While I stand tied for your attention, you blindfold me, and I can feel you running thin rope over my entire body.

It runs between my legs, pulling tight. You bind it at my waist, remove the blindfold, and order me to get dressed. “You will not be allowed to wear any panties this evening”

“What?” I’m stunned, and start to blush. I feel even more naked due to the rope. I’d assumed I’d be covered!

I start to go to my drawer and getting underwear anyway, but you grab my hair, yank me to the bed and slap my ass hard.

“NO!” You *WILL* listen when I tell you to do something.”

Slightly more meekly I put on the rest of my outfit. We make out the door, and you tell me to drive to the club. I would have done so anyway, but I love that you’re telling me to do so.

As soon as we arrive, you order me to remain in the car, you will open my door for me and escort me up the stairs. Once at the top, my collar and lead are attached. We sign in, say our hello’s, but you remind me that you’re in control with subtle tugs. As we stand and chat, your hand goes into the back of my head, pulling me hair, pulling my head back into you so you can kiss my forehead softly. I go to sit on the couch, but instead
“What do you think you’re doing silly slut?, Where is your place?”
“At your feet, sir”

With a pat to my head and a smile you pull me down to sit between your knees, petting and pulling my hair reassuringly.

Once we’ve settled and socialized for a bit, you pull me up off my feet and i follow you into the other room.

“Strip”
“Everything?”
“Yes! I told you to strip, whore!”

I blush, but I do as you say. I don’t move fast enough though, and you pull the clothes off of me. Careful not to tear but enough to let me know you’re impatient to play and will not stand for any impertinence.

As soon as my clothes are off the rope is visible. You abruptly grab me, one hand in my hair, the other in the crotch rope, and slam me against the wall. You kiss me deeply, tell me to stay there, grabs the toy bag, and lead me by my hair, roughly, to the interrogation chair.

I’m put into the chair, blindfolded, tied up so I can’t move. You tilt me backward, the chair designed for exercise, swinging freely upside down, the legs moving apart at your discretion. You stands between them, and with no warm up shove two fingers inside me - wiggling them, finding my g-spot, and then withdrawing.

“I thought so, you’re wet”. And just as sudden as that you are the Spy master. I am being interrogated, pressured for information, and tortured. You pull me from the chair, over to the spanking bench, and flog me, hard. There is no relenting. Flogging strokes falling over my shoulders, my ass, my thighs, my calves. You move to the cane, and use it everywhere. You pull my hair, forcing my head back, makes me say unspeakably foul things about myself.

The spymaster calls me names. I won’t relent, I don’t have the information that he wants. Suddenly, my bonds over the spanking bench are released, and I’m dragged back over to the interrogation chair with slaps. He tips me upside down again, and holds a knife to my throat.

He tells me what he will do, and who is watching. I feel other hands touching me. I don’t know which are his, and which belong to others. All I know is that I can’t give him the information he wants from me. The knife cuts deeper, flicks off and on by my ear, and slides across my skin. I still feel other hands on me, playing with my nipples, pulling my hair, running toys along my skin.

Abruptly, all sensation stops. The chair is jerked forward again, roughly. My legs are spread apart. As I am blindfolded I feel a hand push roughly into my cunt. Wet enough? A voice says.. it’s not yours. A grunt, was that you? I feel a cock push roughly inside me, my legs straining, tight, I can’t move a muscle. The cock pushes faster, harder, and then slows, as I feel a finger tickle my ass hole. The finger pushes in as I hear a grunt.. yes I know that noise, you’re fucking me now for your own pleasure. Taking your time, not letting me move. But I still feel that finger in my ass. I’m terrified, I don’t know if it’s a toy, or if it’s yours, or who it could be. You shove the gag in my mouth when I start to protest, and pull my hair as you fuck me. You come long, and hard, and leave me dripping.

I hear nothing for a few minutes, I’m left to wimper, exposed in the interrogation chair. I can hear others talk, and even feel breath blowing on my skin.

One of my arms is freed, and a vibrator is pressed into my hand. The spymaster tells me to use it. I do, and as I begin I hear the snap of a rubber glove. It makes me even wetter. I also hear the snick of a knife being opened.

The knife is stroked over my face, over my arms, my breasts, my thighs. I continue to use the vibe and feel a hand slowly work its way deep inside me. It doesn’t take long, and I come around the squishy noises of my come filled, fisted hole. As I do so you slap my face, my breasts, degrade me for being a slut, a spy, the kind of girl who deserves to be humiliated.

I still cannot see who is doing what to me. I feel hands move lightly over my skin, stroking me, stroking my hair. I relax, knowing that despite the foul things done to my body I hadn’t betrayed the secret I was not to expose.

Slowly, I’m brought up and wrapped in a warm blanket. You lead me, still blindfolded, to cuddle on the couch. I rest against you and feel loved….

But we weren’t done yet. After a while, when I’m warm, and drowsy, you lead me to the birdcage. I’m placed into the cage, a note on the cage giving permission to torment me. A cane and feather are conveniently left for amusement value. Soon I am being tormented by… you? By unknown strangers? tapped, poked, prodded, tickled and hit, until you decide to let me out. Once more I’m lead to the flogging bench, tied loosely down, and flogged with a thuddy flogger as I float away into dreamland.

After what seems to be forever, you let me up, I slide to the ground, and rest my head against your knee as you gather me in your arms and hold me close. We sit cuddled on the floor until I can move, and then you guide me back so I can rest at your feet the rest of the night. I’m allowed to sit, rest, be cherished, until you drive us home and put me to bed, lightly tied, and in your arms.

I am on my stomach, naturally - on the bed, or over the spanker’s knees. All I’m wearing is a pair of white panties. The only physical connection the spanker and I have, apart from however our bodies are arranged, is their hand and my ass. The overall emotional tone is enjoyment and laughing fun.

They start slowly, to warm me up to it. Light taps to start, arrhythmic to throw me off, interspersed with the occasional spike in intensity. Just to hear me gasp, and feel me writhe, at the unexpectedness. They increase the tempo and the intensity, sacrificing arrhythmia for sensation. But as the intensity increases, they not only occasionally strike harder, they occasionally stop… and run one single finger along my cunt, through the fabric.

It goes on like this for a while. My whole ass is on fire; spanking hard isn’t even necessary, at this point. And every so often, a finger or two, to feel how wet I’ve gotten. Slight penetration, again through the fabric, then spanking. Their hand cupping, gripping my cunt, then spanking. Tasting my juices through my panties, then oh god, spanking. Changing up pleasure-pain with sheer pleasure, hearing me moan, feeling me writhe, and just sensing my gigantic grin through all this. If I’m not outright laughing sometimes out of sheer joy.

When I’ve had enough, or when their arm is tired, they end it with two or three fingers in my cunt and their thumb at my clit and me coming so hard I can barely see straight.

He puts the collar around my neck. “Do you know what this means?”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Strip.”

I do it. When I am naked, he grabs my tits. “Are you my slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

He puts his hands between my legs. I’m already wet. “Are you ready for it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Turn around.” I do. “Get on your hands and knees.” I kneel down. I hear him take off his clothes. His hands touch my ass. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Hard?”

“Yes, sir.”

His fingers touch my labia. He opens me up and slides a finger inside me. I moan. “Put your head down and your ass up.”

“Yes, sir.” I touch my forehead to the carpet and push my ass up in the air. He puts his cock against me. “Don’t cum.”

“Yes, sir.” He shoves his cock in. God, it feels so good! I scream.He slaps my ass and fucks me hard. His cock goes very deep, almost too deep. I scream every time he thrusts. I have to fight not to cum, his cock feels so wonderful.

He pulls out. I make a disappointed noise. “Please!”

“No.” He shoves a dildo into me. It’s big, too big to handle. I cry out. “Please, sir!”

“Quiet.” He pours something over my ass. It’s cold and wet. I shudder. He pushes the plug into my ass. It’s hard and round. It stretches me open, then pushes in. “Ow! Sir, it hurts!”

“I know.” He ties a rope around my hips. The rope passes up between my legs. He pulls it tight. It holds the dildo and the plug in. The dildo is now pushed up too deep in me. He pulls the rope even tighter and ties it around my waist. “Sir, it’s too tight! Please, it hurts!”

“Good. Sit up.” I do. He puts a blindfold over my eyes. “I’m not finished yet.” I kneel on the floor. The plug starts to vibrate in my ass. I yelp.

I hear him move around me. Blindfolded, I cant tell where he is. Every now and then he touches me. He twists my nipples, pulls my hair, pinches my ass. I keep moving my head to try to figure out where he is.

“Don’t move.” He ties my hands behind my back. “Bend over.” He pushes me down until my head touches the floor. It’s uncomfortable and puts me off-balance. He smacks my ass. It drives the toys even deeper. I scream. He keeps spanking my ass over and over until it burns. “Ow! Sir, please!”

He keeps spanking me. “Tell me that you like it.”

“Ow! I like it, sir! I like it!”

He spanks me for a long time. My ass is red and burning. He grabs my hair and pulls me up. He gets in front of me. His cock slaps my face. “Open your mouth.”

I open my mouth hungrily for him. He teases me with his cock. “Stick your tongue out.” I do. He puts the tip of his cock on my tongue. I can taste my own pussy juices. “Suck it.”

I suck it slow and deep, the way I know he likes it. It is very hard in my mouth. I move my head up and down. My tongue moves all around, licking up my juices. He reaches down and grabs my nipples. I try to scream, but I can’t. He twists harder and harder. “Cum now!”

I cum hard. He cums with me. I gulp it all down.

“You did good.” He unties me and pulls out the toys. The dildo is drenched in my cum. He takes off the blindfold. He holds me tight in his arms. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

I have a confession. I love to go down on my boyfriend. That’’s not really the confession, though.. That’’s just the first part. I love the way the zipper sounds when it’’s slid down.

I love seeing him.. I love seeing how hard he is. It makes my mouth water just thinking about it. His cock is amazing. I’’ve never felt it inside of me, but having him in my mouth just feels so good. He’’s long and thick. Oh.. It feels great to have him in my mouth. I like to see how far I can go. I can’’t deep throat yet, but I want to. I like to lick him up and down his shaft, and flick my tounge on the head. I take as much as I can in and it feels so great. What turns me on more is when he moans and his breathing gets harder and deeper. Once, I looked up when I had licked his frenulum. It was one of the most erotic scenes. He had let out a sexy groan and threw his head back. We he faced me again he was smiling. I like knowing that I’’m good at making him feel good. But he knows all of this.

What he doesn’’t know.. Is that I like it when he grabs the back of my head when I’m sucking on him. It isn’’t rough, his hand just slowly slides down from my shoulder to my neck and then to the back of my head. He isn’’t forceful, he just follows my rhythm and pushes my head a little. It is so sexy to me.

That’’s my confession.

My girlfriend is really shy about sex. She was a virgin when we started dating, and so I’m her first everything. First kiss, first sex. We’ve been dating for almost two years.

She really likes sex a lot. We do a lot of stuff in bed, like using toys and vibrators. She likes to read magazines like Penthouse Letters and Playboy Forums. But she’s really shy about talking about sex. Whenever I try to talk to her about sex, she just turns red and gets quiet.

About 3 months ago she did something different. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. That’s what she always does when she wants to have sex. When we got in the bedroom, I saw these cuffs, leather cuffs, attached to the headboard and down by the foot. It kind of surprised me, because I had no idea she might be into that kind of stuff.

Anyway, she took off her clothes and laid down on the bed with her arms up by where the cuffs were. I started to put them on her wrists. She started squirming around like she was trying to pull away, so I stopped. She shook her head and put her hands back up again. So I put the cuffs around her wrists again, only this time I held her down when she started squirming around.

Then I tied her ankles down with the other cuffs. When I had her all tied to the bed I could tell she was really turned on, her nipples were sticking straight up. I didn’t know what to do then, so I just got on top of her and started fucking her.

She started screaming and making all kinds of noise, which really turned me on because normally she’s really quiet and doesn’t do much. I fucked her really hard, much harder than I normally do. She came like 3 or 4 times before I blew.

Ever since then she likes to leave the cuffs out if she wants to be tied up. Like one day I came home from class and she was already naked. She took my hand and led me into the dining area in our little apartment, she had the cuffs sitting on the table tied to the legs. I bent her over the table and tied her there and then fucked her really hard from behind.

She has started to do a lot more too. Like when I tie her down, she will start to struggle and fight. If I let her go she shakes her head and puts her hands in the cuffs again. When I try to buckle them se starts fighting again. She likes when I force her down on the bed and tie her there and fuck her really hard.

I can’t help thinking there might be other things that she wants to do too. But she won’t talk to me about sex. Like if I ask her if she likes when I tie her down, or if I ask her what she wants me to do to her, she just gets all red and changes the subject. I wish I could get her to talk about sex stuff. It might make our sex life even more fun!

Last weekend was even more amazing than the weekend we had before. Our friends invited us to spend the whole weekend at their house, after what happened last time we couldn’t say no. I think we were both a little bit nervous, because after last time we didn’t know what to expect.

We went over to their house late Saturday afternoon. All four of us went out to lunch at a cute little restaurant by their house. He sat next to me while his wife sat next to my hubby. She flirted with my hubby all through lunch. When we got back to their house, she asked me if I would mind if she borrowed my hubby for a little while. I said sure. She grabbed my hubby’s hand and took him into the guest bedroom. I was still feeling nervous, and I guess it must have showed, because he offered to give me a massage, the whole treatment, head to toe. I wasn’t going to turn that down!

He brought me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. I did, but it made me even more nervous. It shouldn’t have, because he laid me down on the bed and started rubbing my back and my shoulders with massage oil. It felt amazing! Guys, if you want to get lucky, forget about cheesy pickup lines. Learn how to give a good massage. You’ll get all the action you could ever want, I promise!

Anyway, he massaged my back for a long time until I started to relax. After a while I started hearing sounds coming from the guest room, so I guess they were having fun in there! His hands felt so wonderful on me, pretty soon my eyes were closed and I just melted. It was kind of fun to have his hands on me and be able to hear his wife and my hubby fucking each other in the other room.

He told me to turn over and I did. He poured massage oil on my breasts and massaged them in circles. Oh my God it felt good! I thought he knew how to touch a woman before, but this was amazing. Pretty soon I was drenched and moaning. He spread me open with his fingers and poured some massage oil directly over my clit. Then he did this thing with his fingers like he was strumming a guitar or something, right on my clit, and he had me screaming in no time. I started bucking against his hand, and he poured some more massage oil over my clit and pressed harder with his fingers. I came so hard I saw stars!

After I came down, he rubbed me down with soft warm towel. Then he climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I could feel how excited he was. He ran his hands all over me while he kissed my neck and my breasts until I was ready again. He put on a condom and fucked me slowly for a long time. I put my arms around him and took him nice and deep until he came. His cock felt so good inside me, I didn’t want him to stop!

When we were finished, we went outside. My hubby and his wife were in the pool. They have a big oval-shaped swimming pool with a little round jacuzzi attached to it. They were sitting in the jacuzzi, my hubby had his swim trunks on and she was naked. I went and put in my bikini and got in the jacuzzi with them. He went into the kitchen and poured some glasses of wine, then got in next to me, naked of course.

I was sitting between him and her, and my hubby was sitting on the other side of her. We relaxed in the jacuzzi sipping wine and talking for a while. It felt a little strange to be just talking casually after my hubby had just fucked his wife and he had just fucked me. I kept waiting to feel jealous or for my hubby to be upset or something, but for some reason it didn’t happen.

After a while she put her arm around me. “Can I show you something?” she asked. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I said yes anyway.

She undid my bikini. When I was completely naked in the jacuzzi, she put her hands on my legs and spread them apart. She pulled me up on the bench so I was sitting between her legs. Then she turned up the jets to full power. “Sit right here,” she said. She moved my hips forward until the jet of water hit me right over my clit. I couldn’t help moaning from the force of the water.

She put her arms around me and held me right there. I started moaning and wiggling my hips. She played with my breasts and kissed my neck and I knew it wasn’t going to take long to make me cum. You would not believe the way the men were watching her put her hands all over my body. I decided to play it up, moaning louder and louder until I was screaming. I came almost as hard as I did in the bedroom. The men were both panting when I was done, it was easy to see how hard they were.

After that we all got toweled off and dressed. They showed us to our room and said we could spend the night in there or in the main bedroom with them, whatever we wanted. We were feeling hungry again, so they brought out a cheese plate and more wine. We all sat on the couch and watched a movie on DVD. To be honest, we didn’t pay very much attention to the movie. We were mostly talking and flirting with each other. She kept kissing my hubby and stroking his crotch through his pants. It actually turned me on to watch. I think it turned him on too, he kept kissing my neck and touching me while he watched.

After the movie was over, they put in a porno. It was filled with lots of people having group sex. I don’t usually watch pornos, I don’t know if it was the wine or all the making out we were all doing, but it was really getting me hot! She took my hubby’s dick out and started stroking it while she leaned over and kissed me. I decided to do the same thing. I took her husband’s dick out and ran my hands over it while I kissed her back. He was really, really hard!

Pretty soon we were all naked again. She pushed me down on my hands and knees and put the tip of my hubby’s penis in my mouth. Her husband got behind me. He fucked me doggy style while she jerked off my hubby’s cock into my mouth. She kept stroking faster and faster while I held the tip of his penis in my mouth until he groaned and spewed his jizz into my mouth. “I want to taste him,” she said. She leaned over to me and started kissing me. Her tongue explored my mouth and her husband fucked me from behind until he groaned and came.

I still hadn’t cum yet. She smiled and said she had a surprise for me. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She got out this thing that was like a triangle made of leather with a bunch of straps on it and strapped it around her waist. I figured out what it was about the same time she put a big red dildo on it. “Are you going to let me use this on you?”

It made me kind of nervous. One look at my hubby’s face, though, and I knew he really wanted me to say yes. I nodded. She pushed me down on the bed, gently, and started kissing me again. It felt weird to have another woman on top of me, not like being with a man at all. She was very gentle with me and we made out for a long time before she pushed my legs apart and got between them. The dildo was big, but she put it in nice and slow and fucked me with it really slowly. My hubby knelt on the bed next to us and started jerking off while he watched.

She fucked me like she had alot of practice using it on women. She knew just how to move to really hit my spots. She started going faster and faster until I was moaning nonstop. My hubby came right before I did. He spurted all over her breasts and his cum dripped down and splashed all over me. My hubby said it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

Then it was my turn to cum. She grabbed my wrists and pinned me down and fucked me harder, and I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

We decided to sleep in the guest bedroom, because I wanted to fuck my hubby all night long. From the sounds we heard coming out of the main bedroom I think they did the same thing.

The next day after breakfast we all had sex in the jacuzzi before my hubby and I left. As soon as we got home we spent the rest of the afternoon having sex. I hope they invite us over again soon!

Last weekend our friends invited us over for fondue. We’ve been friends with them for a few years now, ever since my husband met them on a job site. He’s a contractor, and he took a job remodeling the inside of a restaurant for them. They are a husband and wife who own a small restaurant together.

They’re a few years older than us, but very fit and trim. We sometimes go out to dinner together and things like that.

Anyway, last weekend they invited us over to their place for wine and cheese fondue. When we got there, they had set up everything in te living room on the coffee table, and put down a whole bunch of pillows on the floor. We sat around on the pillows and drank wine and chatted for several hours.

We all drank quite a bit of wine. I know I was feeling it! Somehow I found myself on the pile of pillows nestled between my hubby and him, with her on the other side of my hubby. He started massaging my shoulders while we chatted. It kind of took me by surprise, and I was worried that my hubby might be upset, but it felt so good! And I was still buzzed from the wine.

He kept massaging my shoulders and telling me how beautiful I was. He said that he and his wife used to be swingers, and he told me how sexy I was. I kept waiting for my hubby or his wife to say something or get mad or something, but they were just watching.

Then he moved his hands down over my breasts. I just kind of froze. A part of me wanted to tell him to stop, but his hands felt so good! He really knows how to touch a woman. My husband was watching us raptly, and I could tell he was starting to get turned on.

His hands kept massaging my breasts, and then he started kissing my neck. His wife sat down on my hubby’s lap, and she was staring at us too. I could see how hard her nipples were through her shirt, and it sure didn’t look like she was wearing a bra! I just decided to go with it, I leaned back against him and let him kiss me.

Then his wife started kissing my hubby. She put her hand between his legs and started stroking him through his pants. He looked surprised for a second, then he started kissing her back.

Pretty soon I felt hands running up under my shirt. He put his hands underneath my bra and started playing with my nipples. I was getting so turned on I could barely sit still! He pulled off my shirt and started kissing down the back of my neck. By the time I looked up again, his wife unzipped my hubby’s pants and slid her hand inside. Her shirt was gone too, and my hubby was licking and sucking on her breasts.

They both stood up and led us into their bedroom. They had a huge, king-sized bed. He finished undressing me and laid me down on my back. His wife undressed my hubby and took off her own clothes. Then she laid down next to me on the bed and pulled my hubby down on top of her.

While the two of them made out, he put on a condom and got on top of me. I haven’t had sex with anyone except my husband in eleven years, and it felt strange to have another man on top of me. Then he slid inside me, and it felt so good!

I was worried that maybe this was going too far and someone would get upset, and then my hubby leaned over and kissed me. Between my hubby kissing me and him inside of me, I was in heaven. He fucked me nice and slow until I was screaming. I came harder than I have in a long time! My screaming must have set him off, because I felt his cock twitching inside of me, and then he came too.

When he was finished, he pulled out and turned me over on my side. He curled up behind me and ran his hands all over me while we watched my hubby and his wife. She rolled him over on his back and put a condom on him with her mouth. She sucked him until he was nice and hard, then she got on top of him and took his cock into her. My hubby is a big boy, and her eyes got really big when he went into her!

She started riding him and she leaned over so that he could play with her breasts. I could tell he was about to cum, and she beat him to it by just about half a second or so. He put his arms around her and held her tight while they both came.

We both said goodbye and left right afterwards. It was very late, but the real reason