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[The temporary change of pace continues as Amy narrates their first day and night in Bora Bora]

We sailed around the South of Bora Bora and up along its West coast towards the entrance to the lagoon, arriving about an hour before dusk.

Rather than anchor off the Yacht Club, we motored around the corner into Fa’auni Bay to find a more sheltered anchorage.

The night was meant to be a big one, with a dinner and night out at the Yacht Club, so as quickly as we could, four swimwear clad bodies piled into the RIB; towels and a change of clothing in hand, for a much looked forward to pre-dinner shower and clean up at the club’s facilities. After so long relying on swims and brief squirts of fresh water from the transom shower to freshen up with, the shower was something all three of us girls were determined to savour.

Having giggled and preened our way through sensuously long showers, dried our hair and brushed and styled it to within an inch of its life, it was a good three quarters of an hour later before we were ready to catch up with Ned in the bar.

We were treating it as a dress up event, so for once we weren’t out in bikini tops and mini-skirts.

I’d gone for a mini sheath dress I’d bought under Issie’s guidance in Papeete; braless, with a deep v, cleavage displaying, front and little slits up the side of each leg which came dangerously close to showing the string side of the bikini bottoms I was wearing as panties (knowing I’d want to hitch the dress up for the trip in the RIB back to the yacht).

Ellen was in something very similar, except without the side slits. I knew from watching her get dressed that she had on tiny light coloured micro fibre panties and did rather wonder how they would fare when they got wet and transparent on the trip home. I suspected a pussy display was coming up.

Tash went for hot pants matched with a deep vee’d crop top.

Ned was looking suave in long white Chino pants and a light blue polo shirt.

We claimed ourselves a table out on the deck where we could watch the sunset over the lagoon and settled in for some pre dinner drinks.

It was when Ned went to buy the second round that the night fell apart; at least from the point of view of the girls. Ellen was facing towards the bar when she suddenly blurted out…

“Who’s the tart chatting up Ned?”

Tash and I turned to follow Ellen’s gaze.

A foot away from Ned, and deep in conversation with him, was this tall slender woman with blonde hair that cascaded down to under her shoulder blades. She had on a tight pair of white jeggings that gave her a butt to die for and a tightly fitted blue and white striped top that conveyed a somewhat nautical look. And Ellen was right, she was chatting him up, not the other way around. Her body was half faced towards Ned as she spoke to him; whereas he was still square to the bar with only his head turned toward her.

At first we (OK, I mean I) weren’t too concerned. After all, with a body like that, I figured she was going to be about our age and really she wasn’t that different in figure to either Ellen or myself. It was pretty unlikely that either another 30 year old would want to seduce Ned or that he’d be all that interested in pursuing her. He had enough young pussy to deal with already.

Still, I found it somewhat disconcerting when she put her hand on his forearm in that way you might do in the course of intimate conversation.

With a bit of nodding in our direction, it quickly became apparent that Ned had invited her to join our table.

I was less pleased when, as they turned towards us to come back to the table, I could see her t shirt had a plunge neckline with a pair of sizable perky boobs hanging out of them. Displeasure turned to almost alarm when her features became more evident as they closed the gap between. As they come into the natural light of the sunset, I noticed her skin was tanned a uniform light brown. But the panic really set in when it became apparent she was much older than I first thought; probably in her fifties – although a well preserved one at that.

By the time Liddy was introduced to us, I was already bitchily looking for flaws to mentally run her down with. The breasts weren’t nature’s originals. They were about the size of mine, but you don’t get to fifty with real ones being as perky as that and through the light, closely fitted material of her t shirt, I could see her bra was too minimalist to provide the engineering necessary to support real ones in the lift up position these were in.

I’m not quite sure what it was that disclosed her age, but it wasn’t any deep wrinkles on her face. Age lines were there, but they were quite subtle. If she’s had work done, it was understated. They certainly hadn’t turned her into the scare crowed featured, balloon lipped caricature that many actresses become. Indeed there was more than a hint of what must have been her youthful beauty still evident in her appearance. And dammit, aren’t women her age meant to have a tummy bulge. She didn’t. dikmen escort Maybe the tight jeggings were holding it all together, but they were doing a damn good job. No muffin top or anything like it; just a flatish tummy.

I could see the grey roots on her hair, so the blonde wasn’t natural either; although her eyebrows suggested in might once have been.

I nearly killed Tash when she graciously gave Liddy the seat opposite Ned and moved down to the only spare one on the other side of Ellen. Do you really want Ned to spend the evening staring at her boobs? Tash was oblivious to the threat I felt, although the glances I exchanged with Ellen told me she wasn’t that happy about the situation either.

As the conversation around the table warmed up, I suppressed my desire to strangle her and tried to act like the mature and sensible person I wanted to be.

She was a New Yorker, off another yacht in the harbour; the third crew member on a boat owned by a couple in their late forties. She was ashore giving them some private time, which is why she was alone. Inevitably Ned asked about her family to discover she had three kids in their twenties and in the process disclosing she was fifty five. Three kids and she looks like that? You’ve got to be kidding me!

The conversation over dinner flowed easily enough, but only added to my discomfort. Ned and Liddy discussed their children and raising them, their own youth growing up in the 70’s and 80’s, world geo-politics to a depth of knowledge and thoughtfulness I couldn’t start to participate in and a myriad of other topics that left the other three of us floundering to meaningfully participate in and me feeling just dumb and ignorant.

The problem was, she came across as quite nice. You could see she was trying to engage us in the conversation and there was nothing in her manner that was patronising or trying to put us down.

But none of that stopped us noticing that she was flirting with Ned. She clearly had designs on him and absent any knowledge by her of what was happening on our yacht, she probably thought she had a clear field to do it in.

The discussion between Issie and Ned at the outset of our relationship when Ned was expressing concerns about the age gap, and wanted us to be free to explore other relationships as we travelled about, kept ringing in my head.

“I get it Ned. We’re allowed to have sleepovers.”

None of us had ever exercised that right. Had it lapsed? Did it ever apply to Ned? Where’s a lawyer when you want one?

However nice she was, indeed, because she was nice, I did not want Ned sleeping with this woman. I felt she was some existential threat. Ned had always made it so clear we, in our own interests, should not regard him as a keeper; just some pleasant interlude before we got on with a more serious part of our life when we got back to land. But the flip side of that was, if he was honest, we were not keepers for him either. We offered him no future.

This woman could be a keeper for him. In my mind I had her getting us kicked off the yacht so they could sail off into a future of happily married bliss. Sure, I was getting way ahead of things. He’d only just met her. I had not the slightest clue what he really thought of her, even if the glazed eyes and intense focus on her indicated a level of interest. His body language indicated interest, but not necessarily carnal intent. Hers was clearly carnal intent. That hand kept slipping across to his forearm as she emphasized some point they were talking about – more and more often. Her eyes were dilated and as the neck hem of her plunge t shirt kept moving wider apart, more and more of the edge of the tiny red bra she was wearing became exposed even as I could see her nipples push out the material of both the bra and T shirt.

I was just trying to keep a lid on myself. I wasn’t going to serve anyone’s interests – especially my own – by going feral on her. Turning into a jealous bitch in front of Ned wasn’t going to do me any favours. Rather, I knew I was much better off playing a game of competitive charm, even if it killed me. And I could see Ellen making much the same decision.

The trouble was, nothing had yet disclosed to this woman that Ned was rooting the three of us. More than that, he was in love with two of us who loved him no less in return. Sitting next to Ned, I wanted to put my hand in his lap and feel up in cock in front of her as some sort of claim on him; but that lacked subtlety.

As the meal finished a band started playing in the background, attracting some couples to start using the dance floor. I saw my chance. With as much polite charm as I could muster, I stood up behind Ned, leaning over him to ask…

“Can I ask everyone to excuse Ned for a dance?”

The woman replied…

“Of course.” Ned simply looked a little flustered as he stood up.

At first the music was somewhat fast, leaving me little alternative but to jiggle provocatively and flirtatiously emek escort in front of him. But the third song was a slow one. Immediately I draped my body off him, grinding my crotch against his as we shuffled intimately around the floor. As I felt his manhood respond to the stimulation, I couldn’t help but smugly think “point made”.

But deep inside Ned is a gentleman that tries desperately to be fair to everyone. Clearly he felt some obligation to look after this woman. After the third dance, with the half mongrel still settling down in his pants, he led me back to the table and asked Liddy if she’d like a dance. She was up so quickly, she knocked her chair over behind her.

What we watched next left me head in hands in despair.

They could both dance. I mean properly dance. After getting the measure of each other, they broke into a rock and roll dance that left my jaw dropped down on the table, it was so good. It was like they’d been dance partners all their life as he threw her about the floor with a confidence and style I’d never seen in Ned before. Two rock and roll songs, what I took to be a cha-cha and then came the one that left me feeling sick to my stomach as the band played what, even in my ignorance, I recognised as a waltz.

She nestled into his arms with her tits pushed against his chest as they glided around the floor in graceful harmony. His right leg was between her thighs and hers between his. I’ll swear her crotch rubbed on the top of his thigh with every rise and fall of his step. Had it not been Ned and another woman, it would have been beautiful to watch. They dominated the dance floor in their perfection of the dance; attracting the eye of everyone in the room.

Still the gentleman, after that Ned called time on her, holding her hand as they walked back to the table and he escorted her around the other side to her seat before pushing the seat in for her as she sat down. My blood boiled as I thought I saw the damp patch in the skin tight crotch of her pants and could certainly see the push of her nipples in her top.

Ned asked Ellen for a dance, but she was able to do little more than me; jiggle seductively in front of him in the fast dances and hang off him as they shuffled about in the slow one. Why is our generation so poorly educated in these sort of things?

While they danced, it left me talking to Liddy. She showed genuine interest in me, my past and what had led me to a yacht in the middle of the Pacific, but for obvious reasons I didn’t really want to get into talking about my history with Frank, so it left me feeling evasive and inadequate. But at least I found out in response that she was a divorcee; making me feel she must have had flaws enough for someone to want to break up with her. Mind you that left me as something of a hypocrite, given my history with Frank and my claim to be the innocent party in that.

Once or twice I felt she circled around the question of the relationships on the boat, but never really gave me the opening to blurt out “You know Ned’s rooting the three of us, don’t you?” But in any case, I was increasingly recognising that there was nothing I could do to derail however this evening turned out and trying would only make me look bad and leave me in a worse position.

Soon Ned and Ellen were back at the table, Tash politely declining Ned’s invitation to dance.

Ned was obviously enjoying the dancing and I willingly took Tash’s place at about the same time as some younger guys approached the table looking to get Ellen and Tash onto the dance floor. I saw Tash quickly accept, but Ellen declined.

Having seen Ned in action, at least this time I knew what to do as he took my hand and guided me into some spins and turns. As the music slowed, I did my best to imitate the gracefulness I’d seen in Liddy, but most of the time I felt I was just stepping on Ned’s toes.

The night progressed with Liddy getting several more turns at Ned; every time their dancing skills dominating the room. I took every turn I could with him, but felt almost embarrassed to be seen dancing with him so inadequately. Eventually both Ellen and I accepted some of the other invitations we got, but my heart was never in it the way it might have been. And when a guy asked me if I’d come back to his place he had no chance. Even if I had fancied him enough, which I didn’t, the only worse thing than being on the yacht listening to Ned bang Liddy would be not knowing what was going on.

Towards midnight Ned and Liddy came back to the table with Ned announcing that we probably should make our way back to the boat. My heart sank as Liddy walk out the door with us and along the jetty towards where we’d left the RIB. Ned and Liddy were walking ahead chatting amicably with Ellen and me sulking behind them and Tash bringing up the rear.

Then suddenly Ned and Liddy stopped ahead of us and Ned gave her a peck on the cheek, before Liddy turned towards us and called out… “Bye ladies. See you tomorrow.”

With eryaman escort that she walked along a finger wharf to which a large yacht was tied. Ned stood staring back at us as we caught up with him. For a while we walked on in silence before I found the courage to say something.

“We thought she was coming back to the yacht with us.”

“Why would she?”

“You know!”

“Goodness, I’ve only just met her. Anyway I wouldn’t do that to you girls.”

“I thought we were allowed sleepovers.”

“You are, but that doesn’t mean I intend to. I have too much love and respect for you to do that.”

The sick feeling of fear in my stomach was replaced by a sick feeling of guilt. I hadn’t seen Ned as animated or happy as he had been earlier. He clearly was enjoying Liddy’s company. I felt like a child selfishly denying a single parent a chance to repartner.

“What’s happening tomorrow?”

“Liddy asked if she could join us for our planned walk across the Island. I hope you don’t mind.”

Ellen and I looked at each other; a confusion of emotions. I was chuffed at Ned’s pledge of fidelity, unsettled by the prospect of spending a day with Liddy and guilty about what I might be denying him. Maybe for the first time I realised the fragility at the heart of our relationship and ironically it wasn’t a sense that he was too old for me, rather one that I was too young for him. The fact was that Liddy was a beautiful and very desirable woman. I saw the extra richness that her years bought to their interaction. If I was in Ned’s position I don’t know I’d give up the chance to fuck the arse off her and sail off into the sunset with her for the sake of a group of girls young enough to be his children.

When I got a chance to talk to Ellen she expressed the same mix of emotions; but added an intention that I had felt without being able to express it so directly.

“I want to spend the night sucking every ounce of sexual desire and need from his body. By the time he gets up tomorrow I want to make sure his balls are empty and his cock is as limp as a sausage left too long in the sun and smells like that of a gigolo’s at the end of a busy day.”

Well, Ellen always did have a way with words, although the last bit invoked a bit too much imagination. It was Ellen’s and my turn to share the bunk with Ned and no sooner was she in the bunk then she gave action to her words, rolling Ned towards her and quickly getting an erection out of him. It caught Ned a little by surprise, since the hour was late and traditionally mornings were the time that those sharing the bunk with him had their way with him.

In response to his whispered enquiry, Ellen simply replied…

“It’s been a lovely night and left me feeling randy.”

She didn’t muck about. Pushing Ned past his desire for foreplay, she rolled over on her back and pulled him on top to mount her; the hands on his butt encouraging him to a vigorous thrusting; something less than a “go the animal” but nothing like a “make beautiful love to me”.

Ellen’s always been able to cum quickly to nothing more than Ned’s pumping her like that and it was little more than two minutes before she tensed and threw up her hips into what I took to be a real orgasm. But instead of releasing Ned to come over to me, she kept pumping his butt to keep thrusting at her. She must have been gripping Ned pretty tightly, because a moment latter he went off with a loud and prolonged grunt.

He collapsed down on her, momentarily spent, before rolling off her and over on to his back between us. Immediately I rolled side on to him and started playing with his chest hairs before tracing my fingers down his torso to where his still firm manhood lay; playing my finger up and down it.

“You know that’s not going to be of any use for a while?”

“I’ll just have to wait.”

Ned rolled towards me so that we were both on our side facing each other. He followed my lead in running a hand down my torso, his fingers tracing down the centre of my stomach until they turned under my mons where a slightly firmer pressure from him pushed them into my crease. Watching him and Ellen had already had a significant effect on me, so he found my body receptive.

I kept playing with his cock while he fingered me and sucked my nipple. Normally that would be enough to have me go off like a bomb in a few minutes. But while it felt great, it wasn’t really building to anything. An evening of churned up feelings about Liddy had left me distracted. While his fingers found me aroused and my nipples hardened to his sucking, in terms of moving towards an orgasm, I was feeling only partly responsive to him.

Somewhat for the reasons expressed by Ellen, I still wanted him to get hard and fuck me, but I started to get worried about whether I’d be able to respond in the usual way. And if I didn’t, I knew that would have an adverse effect on Ned’s response. All of which just worried me more and further inhibited me.

By now Ellen was helping in trying to get him hard again, leaning over his flank and biting along it while she tickled the underside if his ball sack with her fingers. Maybe it was the extra stimulation of Ellen’s technique, but fortunately, this was one occasion that Ned’s refractory period wasn’t too long. One moment he was limp, the next I could feel his cock swell in my hand.

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Evan pulled back, regaining his breath from the most amazing kiss he had ever had. His eyes were still closed, his mind reeling from the passion he was feeling, as he felt the hands pull him forward once again, and the tongue probing his mouth as he responded to the kiss once more, trying to breath at the intensity of the situation. It was then that he felt the second mouth, softly kissing his neck and pulling his kissers head tighter to his mouth. He felt sandwiched between their two bodies as he plunged his tongue once more into the mouth.

The neck kisser moved up to his ear, nibbling softly and licking the lobe. Then a whisper, a moan at first, then softly, gently…

“Didn’t I tell you this is what you needed?”

He moaned in agreement through the kiss, then stopped, pulling away slowly, his tongue slowly pulling out of the mouth as he opened his eyes, looking into the person’s eyes and smiling slightly.

“Yes,” what all he could say, his voice throaty as he struggled to control himself. Then he turned slightly, as if suddenly realising something. “Are you sure about this, Vicky?”

Vicky stroked his cheek softly, smiling reassuringly as she did so. Her hands moved down to Evan’s jeans, unfastening the top button on his fly and smiles again.

“Just relax, honey, this is gonna blow your mind”

She unfastened the rest of the buttons, reaching inside slowly into his pants and putting her hands around his now hard cock, pulling it from out of his jeans slowly. She looked down, stroking his cock slowly, pulling the foreskin back and saw the precum glistening on the tip of his hard cock.

Vicky looked at their third friend, and nodded softly. The friend knelt down in front of Evan, taking Vicky’s hand from his cock and replacing it with their own, stroking it softly, then taking the tip in their mouth, licking it softly then sucking gently. Evan groaned loudly, steadying himself against Vicky.

“So, how does it feel to have your cock in a guy’s mouth?” Vicky whispered. Evan looked down at their new found friend, who grabbed his ass and pulled his cock all the way into his mouth, looking up at him as he did so.

“Amazing!” Evan replied, and with that grabbed the back of his head, feeling his cock going in and out of his mouth as he sucked on his cock. Vicky moved cebeci escort round in front of him, her eyes never leaving the sight of her boyfriends cock in another mans mouth. She sat down in the chair opposite, playing with her tits through her blouse then spreading her legs and rubbing herself through her pants, feeling the moistness of her pussy soaking through the material.

Suddenly, the phone next to Vicky rang. Evan froze, as did Vicky, but the guy just kept on sucking. Vicky tried to compose herself.

“Hello?”

“Hi sexy! Its Helen, how are you sweetie?”

Vicky relaxed, Helen was one of her best friends and knew about Evan’s fantasies. She also knew that Helen fancied her, and was always saying how much she wanted to get her into bed. She smiled, watching Evans face as he fucked the guys mouth, and decided to play a little herself.

“Well, you know how Evan has always wanted to get it on with another guy?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you’re not gonna believe this, but I’m sat on my couch watching a guy suck his cock right now!! And it is turning me on so much!”

Helen gasped a little louder than she had expected, and Vicky smiled, knowing that that would drive her crazy. She looked up, and saw that the guys were kissing again, and Evan had the guys cock in his hand and was stroking gently.

“No fucking way!!” Helen gasped, “Are you serious? Fuck me!”

“Is that an offer?” Vicky blurted out, surprising even herself, knowing that Helen was only down the street. Suddenly, the phone went dead, and Vicky sighed, thinking that she maybe had scared her off.

She relaxed back in her chair, watching the boys again. Evan pushed his friend back onto the sofa, looking down at him with a lustful look in his eyes. Kneeling down between his legs, Evan ran his tongue over his balls, sucking on them gently in turn, then ran his tongue the entire length of his cock, tasting him slowly before taking him into his mouth. His friend moaned, enjoying the sensations, as Evan sucked on his large cock.

Vicky by now had her hand inside her pants, running her finger over her clit as she watched in awe, her other hand running underneath her top and playing with her now hard nipples. She was so oblivious to anything else çukurambar escort that she didn’t hear the back door open and Helen walk in behind her. Helen stopped just behind her seat, surprised at what she saw in front of her. The sight of Evan with his mouth over the guys cock and Vicky fingering herself was almost too much, but she managed to steady herself.

Helen stripped off quickly, quietly, running her hands over her body as she did so. Helen always did like her own body, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. Her breasts were always commented on as her best feature, very pert but quite big, her nipples small and always hard. She ran her fingers down over them slowly, then down to between her legs, her newly shaved pussy already wet from the sight in front of her. She rubbed her clit softly, looking at Vicky, deciding how to surprise her.

Helen had fancied Vicky since the first moment she had saw her. Vicky was a little smaller than her, standing about 5 feet 5 inches tall, with long brunette hair and the deepest blue eyes. Her body was what Helen liked most about her, she was a little bigger than Helen, with large breasts that she had always wanted to touch.

Helen decided it was time that she let them know she was there, and walked up quietly to behind Vicky. She looked down at her, Vicky’s eyes closed and a look of sheer ecstacy on her face. Helen smiled again, then spread her legs and dipped her middle finger into her now sopping wet pussy, right to the knuckle, then took it out again, and slowly put it to Vickys lips then into her mouth.

Vicky jumped, opening her eyes suddenly. Then she realised it was Helen, looking down at her and smiling wickedly. Then she realised the taste on her finger and, without saying a word, sucked the juices from her finger. Within a second, Helen was around the other side of the chair, lying her full naked body over Vicky’s and her tongue in Vicky’s mouth. She kissed Hlene passionately, almost violently, shoving her tongue into her friend’s mouth eagerly, tating her saliva and running it over her tongue.

After a while, she stopped for breath, looking into Helen’s eyes, her own eyes gleaming with desire and excitement. Helen smiled seductively demetevler escort back at her, then looked past her towards Evan and his companion, ho were now in a 69 position, their cock’s in each others mouths as they sucked and licked each other.

Helen looked back at Vicky, smiling once again. “Hmm, that looks like fun!” she whispered to her, running her hands between Vicky’s legs softly. Vicky smiled again, as the thought of licking between Helen’s legs made her wetter and wetter. Vicky kissed Helen softly on the lips again, then moved down her body, kissing her nipples in turn then moved down and led on the floor, looking up at Helen and smiling.

Helen moved down to the floor, kneeling over Vicky’s head and looked down at her, a devilish look in her eyes. Then she reciprocated Vicky’s move, kissing down her body slowly, taking each of her nipples in her mouth softly, then down over her stomach and to her pussy. Helen spread her legs over Vicky’s head, and almost jumped when she felt Vicky’s tongue come in contact with her clit, very softly at first. She had to steady herself, looking down at Vicky’s shaved pussy, then she moved closer, laying on top of Vicky and tasted a girl’s pussy for the first time.

By now Evan and his friend had realised what was going on, and led watching the girls, stroking each other’s cocks softly and not moving from their 69 position. It didn’t take the girls long before they were moaning at the feeling of each other’s tongues, and Evan and his friend began to suck each other once again, harder and faster, licking the top of each other’s cocks then taking all of it into their mouths, determined to cum with the girls.

It was Helen who started to cum first, the sight of the two guys sucking each other while she had a girl’s tongue on her clit and pussy was just too much, and her orgasm exploded through her, covering Vicky’s face with her wetness as she screamed and moaned. This sent Vicky over the edge, moaning Helen’s name as she came, her pussy juice shooting out as she came all over Helen’s mouth and tongue. Evan could feel his friend tense up, and grabbed his ass, sucking on him harder and determined to swallow his cum, which spurted into his mouth, almost choking him as he struggled to swallow. His friend took Evan’s cock out of his mouth and stroked him hard, until his cum covered his face and hands.

All four of them sat, covering for a moment, gasping in air as they surveyed the scene around them. Finally, they moved, kissing their partner softly, holding each other as they got their breath back. Then Evan recovered enough, looked at Vicky, smiling slightly, and whispered,

“So, what’s next?”

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I was sunning myself at my apartments. The weather was beautiful and it seemed that everyone else in the apartments were outside too. There were people setting up to cook out and other playing at the pool and others like myself just sitting around enjoying the sun. about three, I decided to head back to my apartment and as I started gathering together my things I notice a couple of young guys in their early twenties playing Frisbee. They were shirt-less to let the sun help tan their young strong bodies. Watching them, I realized that the two handsome hunks looked like twins. I couldn’t take my eyes for those to young men as the run an jumped as they played. I began thinking how unfair it was that they were exerting all that energy on a Frisbee when they could be pleasing some hot and hungry woman like me.

I stayed there looking at the young men for a few minutes. One of the twins moved closer to where I was standing , watching and soon we were exchanging, shy but seductive glances. After a few minutes of watching them playing I closed my eyes. I could see them, their young hard body , their faces, their eyes, their full blond hair, and I could imagine their manhood hard and erect. When I opened my eyes, I found both twins standing in front of me. They were smiling. I grinned back.

They introduced themselves as Todd and Ted. I stuck again by their identical appearance. After a few minutes of talk, I found out that they were not related and they had just moved in and didn’t knew anyone yet. I told not to worry about that the women of the apartment complex would soon be knock on their door as cute as they were, and even some of the men. They laugh at my statement. Then they invited me back to their apartment for a drink. Their apartment was lavishly decorated with a lot of art in a room, much of it sexual in nature. I began to wonder it the twins were gay, but my doubts were quickly put to rest by their eyes, staring at me, my breasts, my ass and my crotch. By how they sat close to me touching my legs or arm or shoulder. We talked and laughed, soon we were talking about sex, as we continued our drinking. After a little ankara olgun escort while, there was so much sexual tension in the air that, when Todd finally got around to suggesting we all go into the bedroom, we ran.

It had two king-sized beds, pushed together, it was strange but at this point I didn’t care. Todd came up behind me and helped me undo my top. After removing it, he fondled my breasts, then turn me around and slipped his tongue deep inside my mouth. As I was lost in a deep kiss with Todd and him caressing my breasts, I felt Ted undo my bottoms and push them down off my full hips. he massaged the cheeks of my ass and kissed my lower back. Being fondled by two men, and the fact that the two men were identical handsome hunks, I didn’t think it could be better then Ted spread my ass cheeks and his tongue circle my anal opening. Soon I was moaning and having an intense orgasm.

I soon found myself on their bed, my twins kneeing on each side of me so I could take turns suck both of them . Todd’s manhood was large and circumcised, Ted’s was smaller and uncircumcised. Both of their cock were beautiful and I wanted them both. Todd’s cock was delicious, though at first I had difficulty taking his large crown in my mouth. I had more difficulty sucking Ted, whose velvet foreskin had to be gently forced back with my fingers before I could tongue it the special way I wanted. I tried to suck both cocks at the same, unsuccessful, since one alone was more than a mouthful for me. Instead, I rubbed their swollen crowns together and licked for everything I was worth.

As my twin lovers held their cock for my hungry mouth, my hands tickled and rubbed their heavy ball sacs. Then I inched beneath their dangling balls and to the anal openings. After I edged a finger all the way in to each of them, I found their tunnels slippery and clearly well traveled. As I played with them, they played with me, stroking, pinching, twisting , pulling on my nipples. My nipples had never been treated in since a rough and erotic manner.

Our combine moans were loud ankara ucuz escort and get louder. as I respond to their strong fingers and hands on my nipples and they responded to every action of my busy tongue and pumping fingers. Within seconds, jet of hot white, sticky cum came spurting out of their throbbing cock, covering my breasts. Once their twin orgasm ended I sucked their cock into my mouth one at a time to get the last of their tasty cum. I was surprised when my twin lovers laid down next to me and began to lick the cum from my heaving breasts. Their tongues never missed a drop as the lapped their cream of my body.

The feel of their tongues and their hot mouths on my now super sensitive breasts, plus their roaming hands traveling up and down my body. It was to much my cunt felt like it was on fire, my need to have a hard cock inside was growing beyond my control. I grabbed my twin lovers by the hair and pulled the faces away from my breasts. I kissed one then the other hard, letting my tongue dance inside their hot mouths. After I finished kissing them both I growled that I needed cock, now.

It only took my twin lover a few second to sheath their love swords in condoms. I took control and directed traffic. I knew that when I finally cum it would be so powerful I didn’t think I could stand any more at lease for a little while. So I decide I had to have them both at the same time. Todd on the bottom and Ted behind me.

For me I have to comfortable with a guy to have anal sex. Most guys screw it up, they just get too excited. They either try to jam it in and hurt the girl or they get it in, and then loss control, and pound away. You have to take it slow and build it, slow going in and slow stroking and soon she be begging you to pound her ass. I had a feeling that Ted and Todd knew how to fuck someone in the ass, but I wasn’t about to let Todd’s big cock in my ass. The crown on his rod alone would stretch my anal opening more than my desire would allow.

I told Ted to relax and watch the show as I squatted over his roommate’s rod. ankara yabancı escort Ted commitment that he could see my juice dripping from my hole as I spread my wet lips and lower myself onto Todd’s pole. That large crown spread my tight hole and I groan and shook slightly, if felt so good. My need was so great I just drop down engulfing Todd’s shaft in one fast stroke. He and I gasped, he could feel my hot juices leaking out on to his balls, I had climax just by taking his big cock inside me. I laid forward on my lover and whispered in his ear and Todd did as I asked and spread my cheeks for his friend’s cock. Ted was quick to join us. I was right about Ted. He was slow to enter my anal opening, letting me get comfortable with him as he inched his way deeper inside. Todd moaned into my breasts that he could feel Ted’s cock entering my ass. Soon I begged for Ted to pump me, Todd couldn’t really move but the look on his face told Ted and me that he lay there all day with my pussy wrapped around his cock and enjoy the feeling of Ted’s cock stroking in and out of my ass. Let my orgasms pour out of me, my hot juices running down over his cock and balls, soaking the bed beneath his ass.

Then something happen that no one excepted. Ted took a long stroke back and his cock popped out of my ass and when he thrust forward his cock slipped down, just a little and he penetrated my cunt hole. The three of us gasped as one. There have been very few time I have ever been that full. Ted began to back out and scream at him to be still. Todd’s cock was big and fill me but with Ted’s cock in me too. I whimpered to them to fuck me. Some how they got in a rhythm where they were thrusting as one. It felt as if the biggest cock in the world was splitting my cunt hole, throbbing ready to cum deep inside me. I laid there moaning as orgasm after orgasm spasm out of my pussy and up my spine. I was lost in a sea of pleasure and pain. Then I held a groan that was not me and Todd began filling his condom with his seed. His throbbing member set off Ted and he to started shooting his hot load. We collapsed a tingle of arms and legs. It felt so good the boys pulled free of my cunt, but it felt so empty, too. As I fell to asleep the last thing I saw was my lovers moving into a 69 to suck the cum-covered cocks clean. I smiled, and thought what a way to make some new friends.

P.S. i had many more adventure with Todd and Ted, if you want to hear about them, let me know.

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My husband was out of town. Again. Sometimes I felt like a single Mom, raising my two kids without a husband present. He made great money, but sometimes I felt like he travelled so much that I didn’t have a partner. In addition, when he was home he seemed distracted, too busy catching up on his own life to pay much attention to me. Rather than his absence making our sex life or our hearts grow fonder, it seemed to be doing the opposite. I was lonely, and I was often very horny. My loneliness led me to fantasies and my fantasies led me to taking things into my own hands on a regular basis.

My next door neighbors were two recently divorced men who had moved in together to save money while their finances recovered from their respective divorces. Tom, the blonde CPA, was often the object of my fantasies. He was about five years younger than me; probably 35 or so. He had a sailboat and had the ruddy complexion of a man who spent a lot of time in the wind and sun. His roommate, Benson, was probably 40, in business for himself with a strong, quiet demeanor that kept people at a distance. That might have been why he was living in a divorce house with Tom. I suspected that his introverted and self-protective nature may have always left his wife feeling like an outsider. But I must say that he was an intriguing man, and nice looking with a good build, and I sometimes found my mind drifting to him as well while my fingers worked their magic.

As time went by, I became better and better friends with Tom and Ben. There were lots of weekend afternoons that we spent together, especially the weekends when their kids were visiting. I must admit that I found the attention from two good looking, virile men to be quite addicting when my husband was away and I was feeling lonely and abandoned. Tom would BBQ, and I’d make a salad. Ben’s specialty was garlic bread, and we often made fun of him for his meager talents; but the kids would play, and we would drink wine, and these two good men would make me feel like I belonged somewhere in the world.

Sometimes when the evening had worn on, and the kids were in the back room playing video games, and the wine had been flowing freely since 3 or 4 in the afternoon, I would share and tell them how much I felt abandoned by my travelling husband. They were two good souls, and they listened to me and encouraged me to be strong and be the best person I could be with the circumstance I was in. They were truly good friends, and I came to love them dearly.

On one such evening, I was complaining that my husband was coming home for about 4 days, and then would be leaving again for almost two weeks. I told them how I felt I had no control in my relationship, and that my life revolved around the whim of his work schedule. In short, I told them, I was nearing the limit of my understanding and compliance. Money was money, but I needed something more. I needed a man in my life. A real man who was there in flesh and blood.

As we sat and drank our wine we could hear the kids in the back room, screeching each time a zombie was killed or a car wrecked. Suddenly, Tom stood up and said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea!”

I was definitely a little tipsy, and I immediately responded, “OK, I’m in!” Ben stated that he needed to hear the idea first.

“Well,” said Tom. “Next weekend is supposed to be fantastic weather for so early in the year. Neither Ben nor I have our kids; I say we take my boat up to Lake Shandon and spend the weekend. We can sail, swim, lay in the sun, and then BBQ and drink more of this very fine wine in the evenings. We could even beach the boat and have a bonfire on the sand!”

“Will your boat sleep you two, plus me and the kids?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a pretty good idea.

“No!” said Tom. “No kids. Adults only. You spend all your time and effort taking care of your kids while your husband gallivants around the country selling medical imaging or whatever he sells. This is your time. Get someone to take care of your kids, and we’ll just be three free souls out for a weekend of fun!”

I honestly did not see anything inappropriate in his suggestion; we were, after all, three great neighborhood friends, and the idea of a weekend at the lake without the kids really did appeal to me.

“Well,” I said. “My sister and brother in law live only a couple of hours away and they could probably take Jason and Char for the weekend.”

“Settled!” said Tom. “It’s the Barton Street Boating Weekend……next weekend!” With that he raised his wine glass and looked expectantly at the both of us. Ben raised his glass and I raised mine, and we both said, almost in unison, “I’m in!”

That night in bed I masturbated furiously, having wild fantasies about having sex with Tom on his boat. I got so excited I actually left a wet spot on the bed and had to move over to my husband’s side. I left it at that, just a fantasy, and fell into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.

My husband beşevler escort came home the next evening and for some reason for the entire four days he was home I didn’t tell him about my plans for the following weekend. I quietly made arrangements with my sister, Maddie, to come pick up Jason and Char and take them out to their house in the country on Friday when they got out of school. I asked her to keep it quiet, although I didn’t tell her why. Tom and Ben and I conspired in private all week on food, wine, games, and other travel plans for our big weekend at the lake. I had no reason to think it was anything more than good friends spending time together, but somewhere, deep in the woman inside me, I knew I was hoping for more.

With our plans all set, I sent the kids off to school Friday morning, took my husband to the airport, dutifully kissed him goodbye, then drove home with great anticipation. With the kids taken care of, and my husband gone, I felt free and released of all my responsibilities. I actually got turned on driving home from the airport, and even felt the urge to touch myself. I didn’t, of course, but I enjoyed just feeling the urge. I felt free.

When I got home, Tom had the boat hooked up to his truck and pulled in front of their house. I raced in, grabbed the bag that I had surreptitiously packed while my husband was still at home, checked to make sure all the doors were locked, and almost ran next door to meet my friends.

The drive up to the lake took about 45 minutes, and I sat on the bench seat between Tom and Ben. I was wearing my swimsuit with just a cover, and was very aware that my bare legs were very exposed to both these hunky men. Every time Tom shifted gears his hand would brush against my left leg and each time it turned me on just a little bit more. The conversation was lively and fun, and we were three good friends headed out for a great weekend.

We got to the lake and launched the boat with Tom’s expert guidance. We loaded our supplies while Tom raised the mast, then motored out from the dock. As soon as we were clear of the buoys, Tom stopped the motor and stripped down to his board shorts. Following suit, Ben did the same, and with the warm sun on me, I took off my cover, leaving only my skimpy bikini covering my vital parts. Again with Tom’s guidance, we raised the sails and were off in the wind.

It was really lovely sailing around the large lake. Tom moved around the boat, adjusting sails and stowing gear. He looked great with his blonde chest hair, strong physique, penetrating blue eyes, and really cute smile. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of a rather large bulge in his trunks each time he shimmied past me with his crotch next to my face. I actually felt the urge at one point to reach out and touch it, but being the good girl I’ve always been, resisted the wonton impulse.

Benson, meanwhile, seemed to be catering to my every whim. Sunscreen? “Sure, Ben.” and there he was with the sunscreen, even being nice enough to apply it to my back. He brought out snacks, the snap peas and blue cheese dressing I had bought on an outing to Trader Joe’s. And finally, after we had sailed for a couple of hours, he went below and came back with a bottle of Chardonnay and three plastic wine glasses. “Let the fun begin,” he said. I thought it already had. I was in heaven.

When that bottle of wine was gone, and half of another, and the sails were down and we lay still in the middle of a back arm of the lake sunning ourselves, we decided it was time to find shelter for the evening and hunker down. Tom motored us to a quiet cove, and just offshore, he let out the main anchor in the front of the boat as Ben let out a smaller one at the rear. When they were both sure the boat was secure, Tom walked over to me and sat down next to me.

“I’m so glad we could all come out together this weekend,” he said, and gave me a big hug. It felt so good to be held by him and I hugged him back, maybe just for an instant too long.

Sensing that I had held the embrace longer than he intended, I quickly pushed him away and called out, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” and dove over the side of the boat. Both Tom and Ben followed immediately and we had fun splashing and playing in the water. Tom did swim up to me at one point and grab me playfully. His arms and skin felt good in the cool water, and I knew that I had crossed a dangerous line. I was more focused on how good Tom felt than I was the guilt of being there with them without my husband.

The evening was warm and Tom BBQ’ed off the back of the boat. We swam occasionally, prepared food, drank wine sparingly, talked, and felt the day’s fading sun on our skin. It was truly an afternoon to remember. After a great dinner on the boat, Tom went below and brought me a blanket. I was still wearing nothing but my bikini, and the evening was beginning to chill.

Ben went below and büyükesat escort came back with a bottle of red wine and three real glass wine glasses. “Ok,” he said. “I’ve been saving this bottle of wine for a special occasion since before I got divorced. It’s a Chateau Laffite Rothschild, 1987. Arguably one of the best wines in the world. My wife didn’t know I owned it, therefore I still have it. Tonight we drink and be merry!”

He opened the bottle and poured us each a portion. “To the three of us,” he said, and put his glass forward to be touched by ours before we drank. I truly felt this was a special moment and clinked my glass lightly against his. I turned to Tom to clink his glass as well and our eyes met, and I felt as though he was looking into my soul in the waning light of the day.

“To the three of us,” he said, and lightly touched his glass to mine, then to Ben’s.

I looked away and took a sip. I don’t know much about wine, but this was very smooth and very, very tasty. “Mm mm,” I said and wrapped the blanket more tightly around me. “Very good, Benson. Very fine.”

I was sitting in the bow of the boat with Tom and Ben on either side of me and I took another sip, put down my glass, and leaned towards Tom. Snuggling up to him just a bit, I sighed and thought about how absolutely wonderful it felt to be with these two good men tonight. Tom put his arm around me, and Ben moved closer, leaning lightly against me. Mmmmm. It just felt wonderful.

We sat in silence as the darkness fell, sipping our wine and just feeling comfortable in each other’s presence. The boat rocked us gently as I felt myself melting into Tom. Ben cuddled me from the other side, leaning in close. I was really in bliss, wrapped warm and comfy in my blanket with men I felt close to snuggling with me on either side.

I felt Tom move slightly, and felt the blanket shift against my legs. Moments later, I felt a hand gently lay itself on my bare thigh and begin rubbing lightly. It felt wonderful, and although I knew I was a married woman, I made no move to resist or stop it.

I leaned into Tom and sighed, which he must have taken as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stroked the top of my thigh down to my knee and back up again as he hugged me close. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s hand on me. He began kissing my neck and ear lightly as he rubbed my other leg, and let his hand linger near the top. I shifted slightly, parting my legs ever so much, wishing and anticipating that he would move his hand towards my moistening flower. I knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right. I snuggled into his gentle kisses.

I felt Ben move even closer and I reached my arm out and wrapped it around his shoulder, covering him with the blanket as well, pulling him closer as Tom’s hand began straying to the inside of my parted thighs. He began to rub the inside of my thigh, up and down so slowly, so tantalizingly. Each time he would come up just short of the top, deliciously close to my now wanting womanhood, wet with anticipation. Ben must have taken me sharing my blanket with him as a go sign, and I felt his warm breath as he began nuzzling and kissing my neck and ear on my other side. What an amazing feeling having a man on each side of me kissing and nuzzling my neck and cheeks.

I became very aware of the thin sheath of material my bikini afforded between Tom’s potential touch and my now soaking pussy. As he rubbed the inside of my thigh, I snuggled into him even more and tried to will his hand to touch me there. I wanted his touch. I needed his touch. I spread my legs a little wider and thrust my hips forward just a little; just enough to coax him to touch me there. He continued to rub the insides of my thighs slowly and purposefully. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.

Ben was kissing my neck and ear, and I felt his hand under the blanket on the bare skin of my tummy. He rubbed in light circles, then touched my breast on the outside of my bathing suit. I felt my nipple stiffen and I reached up and took his hand and pressed it to my breast. As Tom caressed my open thigh within inches of my wet and aching clit, I pulled my bikini top up and guided Ben’s hand to my erect nipple. He flicked it lightly then gave it a light pinch, pulling gently as he did. It felt heavenly.

Ben moved his lips towards mine and I eagerly sought them out. With my lips locked in a passionate kiss with Ben and his hand gently caressing my nipple, I felt Tom’s hand move up the inside of my thigh and begin to lightly caress my wet slit through the now soaked material of my bikini. He rubbed his hand up and down my sex, adding gentle pressure as Ben’s tongue sought mine in our passionate kiss. I moaned into Ben’s mouth.

I felt Tom’s fingers move from the gusset of my bikini bottom and he began rubbing his finger along the seam of the leg hole. I could feel that he was çankaya escort trying to work his finger under the side of bikini so he could feel my bare sex. I had shaved in the shower that morning and I knew that my little kitty was bare and thought for a moment how slick it must be with my juices flowing so freely.

Suddenly I felt Tom’s finger slide under the material and gasped into Ben’s mouth as it probed my sex, then penetrated me. I pushed back against his hand and for a moment he just held his finger deep inside me. The feeling was amazing, locked in a passionate kiss with Ben, having my nipples stroked and Tom’s finger buried deep inside me.

I broke my kiss with Ben and turned to Tom and he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and I had a very mild orgasm as our mouths melted together in a torrid kiss. Not wanting to make Ben feel left out I reached over and put my hand in his lap and felt for his penis. I quickly found a very hard cock and gave it a squeeze as Tom began moving his finger up to my clit and making small circles around it. He teased me, avoiding the hard nub, but lightly rubbing every inch of my slick lips and skin around it. Still locked in my kiss with Tom, my tongue searching and finding his tongue, I stroked Ben’s hard cock. Ben’s hand left my breast, and I felt him open the blanket wrapped around us. In a moment, his head went down and I felt his warm tongue caress first my right nipple, then move to the left one and do the same.

Just then Tom’s fingertip brushed lightly across my clit. I moaned into his mouth. The gentle rocking of the boat accentuated the heaven I was in. Here I was with my two close friends and neighbors, one with his mouth on my breasts, the other with his hand on my sex. I continued rubbing Ben’s cock through his shorts, and with my other hand felt for Tom’s. When I found it, I was surprised by its size. Ben’s felt normal in my hand; about the same size as my husband’s, which was plenty for me. Tom, however, was much bigger around and I suspected longer as well. It was so hard it felt like stone through the material of his swim trunks.

I felt a momentary pang of guilt when I thought about the fact that I was comparing the size of the cocks in my hands to my husband’s. But it passed in a brief moment, and I knew that what was happening here was meant to be. It had been my secret fantasy. So secret that I hadn’t even admitted it to myself. I wanted Tom; he had been the object of my fantasies. But I wanted Ben as well. I wanted them at the same time.

At that moment, Tom broke our kiss. He pulled his face away from mine and looked in my eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, and I felt my heart melt.

“Yes,” I answered. “More than okay. It feels right.” Ben had sat up when he heard Tom speak. I looked over at him.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked Ben.

“Yeah,” he replied. “We both are. We wanted this to happen. We hoped it would happen.”

I pulled Ben to me and kissed him deeply. Then I turned and did the same to Tom. When our kiss broke, Tom moved onto his knees on the deck in front of me. He unwrapped the blanked from around me and put his hands on either side of my bikini bottoms. I lifted my fanny off the seat and with one motion he pulled them down and off. As he did so, Ben reached behind me and I leaned forward. He unclasped my top and pulled it away.

Ben leaned in and began kissing my neck as Tom leaned forward into the V formed by my legs. He gently spread them and I felt his warm breath on my pussy. I felt the first light touch of his tongue on my wet sex and pulled Ben up to kiss me. I reached for Ben’s hard cock again and when I did he untied and pulled open the Velcro fastener. I fished out his cock and felt the smooth warm skin in my cool hand. He was hard, ready to fuck me in an instant if I pulled him to me.

Tom began licking up and down my wet pussy, stopping to nibble and gently suck on my clit. I stroked Ben’s hard cock in time with Tom’s busy tongue as I continued to kiss him passionately. I felt one of Tom’s fingers slip just inside my hole. He held it there as he worked my clit with his talented tongue. Then he slid it in just a little further as he whisked the tip of his tongue over my swollen nub. I began pulling on Ben’s cock. I wanted it near me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. I was at a feverish pitch, Tom working his magic on my wet slit with his tongue, running his finger in and out of me, touching all the right places.

I pulled harder on Ben’s cock and he got the idea. He got up on his knees on the cushion next to me and offered me his cock. I grabbed it and pulled it towards my hungry mouth, and just as I wrapped my lips around it and began swirling my tongue around the head, Tom slipped another finger into me, then another. He began to fuck me with his fingers as he licked and sucked at my clit. The more excited I became the greedier I felt for Ben’s cock in my mouth. I worked him with my hand as I licked and sucked feverishly. Tom was getting me close, so close to cumming. I reached over with my free hand and squeezed Tom’s cock and when I did, holding two cocks in my hand at the same time, I came hard against Tom’s mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on and on in wave after wave and I sucked greedily on Ben’s hardness as each washed over me.

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Author’s note:

This story includes bisex between two mature males, among other things.

You have been warned…

It felt a little strange, sharing a room with another couple while on vacation, but here we were. My wife and the wife of the other couple have been friends since high school. Tucker and I became friends because, with as often as we found ourselves together, we damn well better like one another or we were going to have ourselves some uncomfortable visits.

Fortunately, Tucker and I got along real well. This was a good thing, because the four of us got together quite a bit.

Anyway, we were vacationing together, off-season at a ski resort. The room was set up to house eight, so we four had plenty of space. We’d seen plenty of sights, eaten a lot of good food. One morning, the girls wanted to go shopping and us guys weren’t feeling it.

“Go on ahead, honey. Scott and I are just going to hang out a while.”

My wife, Amanda, came over to me. “You going to stay here with Tucker, then?”

I started with a yawn, “Yeah, I think so. For now at least. Later, who knows? You two have fun.”

Amanda shrugged then leaned in to give me a quick peck on the lips. “Okay. See you later, then.”

“See ya,” I repeated, then watched as my wife joined her friend.

“Don’t get into too much trouble,” Tucker’s wife, Deb, said just as they headed out the door.

“What’s the fun in that?” Tucker and I gave back with the standard response.

When the door clicked shut, we turned to one another and I asked, “So, what do you want to do?”

“Feels like all we’ve been doing since we got here is run around. I’m all for getting something to drink, going out to the balcony, sitting on my ass looking at the view and doing a shitload of nothing.”

“Sounds great to me,” I said. “I’ll go get a couple beers and meet you out there.”

On the balcony, Tucker had already made himself comfortable and looked like he was half asleep. I put the cans on the table between the lounge chairs and sat.

For quite a while, neither of us said anything. While Tucker and I get along well, we don’t really have a lot in common, aside from our wives. He was retired from a manual labor job, while I was still working, sitting at a desk. Neither of us were sports nuts, so we had that in common, but it didn’t lend itself toward conversational topics.

Looking out on the beautiful mountain scene before us, I said, “Next time we do something like this, we need to decide on going to a beach or some such.”

Tucker laughed, “No kidding. Even off season, there’d have to be a bikini or two to look at.”

Both our wives have reached an age where swimwear has become pretty much anything but attractive. Functional, yes; attractive, well… We still love our wives and think they look spectacular, but they’ve come to a different conclusion, so bikinis aren’t an option.

“Pool here was all little kids when I went by earlier. Couple of hot younger moms, but with all the little ones running around, I felt like kind of a pervert.”

“What the hell you talking? You ARE a pervert!” Tucker exclaimed, laughing.

“Pervert, maybe,” I agreed, jokingly, “but I’m no pedophile.”

Tucker nodded his acknowledgment, taking a slug of beer.

“Say,” I continued, “speaking of kids, how are yours doing?”

Usually Tucker and I left talking about their kids to the ladies. My wife and I never had kids, having married later in life. The consensus was that having children in our forties was poor planning. It wasn’t that our childlessness was a sore point with us, it just got to be that, once their kids left the house to pursue their own lives, what they did wasn’t quite as immediate for Tucker and Deb, and so not quite as high up on the conversational ladder as they had been before.

“Lizzie’s doing fine. She and Mark are expecting their third – and last – in April. Lizzie says after this one, she’s having her tubes tied. She claims she’s getting too old to have to put up with this newborn stuff.

“Henry’s in his fourth year at his new job.” He laughed. “Listen to me. Four years and it’s still his ‘new job.’ Hell, they way he was going, I was beginning to think he’d never last more than two years anywhere. I’m also thinking he’s working on being the perpetual bachelor. He’s on his third girlfriend in under two years. Maybe he’ll find someone eventually and settle down, but so far he’s the original rolling stone.”

Most of this, I already knew, through my wife relaying what she’d been told when she and Deb were together. Still, it was good to know that the stories that came out of both of them were about the same.

“How about things between you and Deb? How are they?”

Tucker hesitated before answering this one. “Okay. Not bad for a couple who’s been married as long as we have, I guess. Not much juicy to report, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Tucker and I seldom talked about our private lives with our wives much. Normally, ulus escort that was because said wives were usually in the room.

I nodded. “I know what you mean. Things with me and Amanda have been practically nonexistent for a while, too. I never thought that at my age, I’d be doing as much masturbating as I find myself having to resort to.”

This had already turned a corner Tucker and I had never gone around before. Never had we talked sex. It just wasn’t one of the things that two grown, mature men discussed. Still I didn’t really feel at all self-conscious about revealing such things to him, for some reason.

“Spend time on the internet while doing it?” Tucker asked. He seemed to be getting sort of uncomfortable, as if there was something he wanted to say, something he found embarrassing, but didn’t know how to say it.

“Well, yeah. I’ve still got some magazines, but the internet has a hell of a lot more.”

“What kind of things to you go for when you’re online?”

The longer the conversation went on in this vein, the more careful Tucker seemed to get. He didn’t appear to be excited by my admission of watching internet porn while jerking off, but he did seem especially interested.

I just took his questions at face value and said, “The usual, I guess. Naked women, mostly older. Not that I don’t like the teens, but I’m too damn old to imagine myself and a younger girl. Besides, there are plenty of hot women my own age out there, so I might as well ogle them.”

Tucker didn’t react to what I said. Instead, he seemed to be trying to work up the nerve to say something, and it wasn’t coming easy.

Finally, he blurted out, “Have you ever thought about another guy?”

So that was what his anxiety was about. I was a little surprised. It wasn’t something I’d even imagined Tucker thinking about. Then again, it generally isn’t the kind of thing you let just anybody know. I liked that he thought enough of me to ask such a thing. Was I pissed and appalled? No. Was I repulsed and scandalized? Again, no.

I didn’t want to sound judgmental, but I had to pry. “What do you mean?”

For a couple seconds, he seemed flustered. The fact I wasn’t going nuts, calling him a fag and a queer or whatever epithet you like, was throwing him. Eventually, he said, “Lately, I’ve been curious about guys sucking guys… and maybe more.”

I still wasn’t 100% sure what he was getting at. “You mean, like, gay stuff?”

He said, “Well, yeah, I guess gay stuff, but not quite, you know? Still having women in the picture, but not limited to just one sex, okay?”

“You mean bi sex?”

There was the word he’d wanted to say all along, but didn’t know how I’d react. That I knew the word and had said it out loud seemed to make Tucker at least a little more comfortable. “Yes, I mean bi sex. Do you believe men can be bisexual, too? Or just women?”

I tended toward a pretty open attitude regarding sex. All the limitations society puts on us regarding sexuality, particularly male sexuality, I found to be so much bullshit. We’re all just human. We’re all capable of the same things: gender has nothing to do with it.

“I don’t know why men can’t be bisexual. I’ve been looking at bi porn before and gotten off on it.” I figured Tucker had clearly admitted intent simply by his first question along that line. We were both pretty much in the same boat. There was no sense in my being coy about it anymore.

My own confession seemed to relax Tucker a little. He knew I wasn’t going to go ballistic homophobe on him.

“Does Amanda know?”

Now that we were talking about it, I saw little sense in not being truthful. “I hinted around one time, and she put two and two together. She seemed afraid I was going to leave her for a man. but I assured her I had no intention of doing that. It took some convincing, but she eventually knew I meant it.”

“How did you find out about your curiosity? Did you stumble across it online, or did you know to look?”

I found I liked being able to talk about such things with someone else, without the fear of being judged as gay or demented or something worse. Not that I deemed gay as something evil, it just wasn’t how I saw myself.

“To be honest, I don’t know for sure when I became interested. It was a long slow process, and extension of my attitude toward things sexual. I wasn’t comfortable with the concept of two men doing things together for quite a while. Then, I found myself not really giving a damn, to being curious about what it was like, especially with a woman involved fully in the situation.”

Tucker’s interest in my story was intense. When I was finished, he exclaimed, “Damn, that sounds a lot like my story. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been thinking, ‘What if all my hangups have just kept me from fully living life?’ Why do I have to follow everybody else’s lead? I mean, it’s not like I’m hurting anybody here, right? Besides, it’s just a fantasy. What’s the harm in yenimahalle escort that?”

I’d never considered cheating on my wife before. Then again, I’d never actually known anyone whose interests in this bi thing so closely meshed with my own. I’d sure as hell never thought I’d cheat on my wife with another man, much less her best friend’s husband. Still, it was the opportunity I never thought would ever arise. I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought the way I did, I just thought I’d never meet anyone in real life who held a similar attitude. I’d sure as hell never imagined it would be Tucker, who I’d done so much with over the years.

I shocked myself when I heard my voice say the words, “Want to try?”

Tucker stopped, as if I’d just yelled at him in a foreign language. When it finally registered, his only response was, “What?”

I couldn’t believe I was thinking of doing this. I was fucked if my wife found out.

“Come on,” I said, getting up from my chair and heading back inside.

My heart pounded as I made my way to the bedroom where my wife and I had been sleeping. Inside the door, I waited for Tucker to appear. When he turned the corner, I stopped him. As he stood there, I found I had no interest in kissing him, like I would have if the person across from me had been a woman. So, instead of an embrace leading to a kiss, I reached out and grabbed Tucker’s crotch.

My wife’s best friend’s husband jumped like I’d just shot him with a taser. With my hand on his genitals, Tucker just stood there with his hands slightly out to his sides, unsure what to do next.

“Put your hand on mine,” I told him firmly. I wasn’t going to be the only one doing this. “Come on. Who knows when the girls will be back.”

Slowly, what I said penetrated, and Tucker reached over and placed a hand on the crotch of my jeans. Neither of us was hard. I think we were too afraid to be really aroused just then.

Still, as it always did with my wife, it felt good to have someone else touching my crotch, so I felt myself begin to respond, as did Tucker, if the thickening I felt in his trousers was any indication.

Screwing up my courage, I took my other hand and unzipped Tucker’s pants, then reached in and pulled his stiffening cock out.

It felt strange, but good, to feel another man’s penis. Yeah, it was still mostly soft, but it was an idea I’d jerked off to before, this notion of sex with another man. Of course, I’d long thought I’d prefer having a woman present, but that opportunity hadn’t presented itself. This one had, and I felt like I’d already gone too far to turn back.

Tucker must have felt the same, because he quickly unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, then hooked his fingers over the waist of both those and my underwear and pulled the whole works down to my knees.

Well, fuck, I was essentially naked from the waist down now, so I finished Tucker’s pants until his ass was hanging out, too.

For a few minutes, we just stood there fondling one another, getting used to the feel of another man’s genitals in our hands.

Then I couldn’t take it any longer. I started to sink to my knees, not taking my hands off Tucker. When I was eye-to-eye, so to speak, with his cock, I gave a glance up to see the look on his face, then opened up and took as much of his hard-on into my mouth as I could get.

From the way Tucker moaned, it sounded like he damn near came when I started sucking his cock. He held back, though – an ability that gets a lot easier the older you get – so, I was able to work on him for a good long time.

I never thought this would happen. It’s just one of those things us guys can’t bring up to just anybody. There’s such a stigma about men having sex with other men, that we don’t dare express an interest in even the notion. The situation I found myself in with Tucker – up until a few minutes ago – was probably similar to a lot of relationships amongst us guys. The guy you’re talking to might be just as curious as you are, but it isn’t something you’d ever mention.

Anyhow, I’d been sucking Tucker’s cock for a few minutes, and was loving it. I think I enjoyed it almost as much as I did licking my wife’s pussy. However, Tucker was feeling left out, which was obvious when he said, “Let’s get on the bed. I want to try you, too.”

Well, much as I hated to stop what I was doing, the thought of getting my cock sucked at the same time I was sucking seemed like a great idea.

I stood up and got rid of my pants, then removed my shirt, too, so I was completely nude in front of my wife’s best friend’s husband. Tucker took my cue and did the same, so there we were, two naked married men, with no sign of our wives. It was naughty, it was forbidden, and I was horny as hell about it.

As Tucker stood there, I saw a big drop of precum drip from the tip of his cock and start toward the floor. Before it could go to waste, I stretched out a finger and grabbed it, bringing my finger to my lips and tasting Tucker’s juice. It tasted a lot like my own precum. I liked it.

Tucker watched this with wonder and an erotic gleam in his eye. This whole encounter was already hotter than either of us had ever imagined it could be, and promised to fulfill some fantasies we’d each held for some time, but had always figured would never be anything but fantasy.

“How do I taste?” Tucker asked me, his horniness making his voice tremble.

“Delicious,” I replied, my finger still partly in my mouth. “I can hardly wait to taste the rest.”

I had to admit, Tucker had a better build on him than I did, his construction years having kept him in better shape than my sitting at a desk had. I’ve been trying, but it’s hard as hell. Still Tucker was like me, not really interested in anything much more than what was between my legs, so that didn’t matter so much.

Even though I’d interpreted Tucker’s earlier comment as him wanting us to do each other at the same time, he apparently wanted to get a taste of his own before that. He pushed me toward the bed, so I sat on the edge and let him get on his knees between my legs where he could do whatever his kinky little heart desired.

I expected Tucker to just go for it like I had. Instead, he took his time, just examining/admiring my genitals without touching them. It was like he was trying to memorize my hard-on, in case he never got to see another man’s penis so close again.

The look on his face was deep concentration mixed with wonder and horniness. It was pretty obvious he liked what he saw. I’d liked the look of him when I’d been in such close proximity of his package not so long ago. I just hadn’t taken the time to scrutinize what was before me nearly as closely.

When Tucker did finally touch me, it wasn’t to go hog wild. No, he was still being very methodical about this. He picked up my balls, feeling their weight, watching how they moved around. He moved my cock here and there, looking at it from all sides. Of course, during all this, particularly when he got his hands into the act, I couldn’t help but moan, my cock bouncing involuntarily, wanting more stimulation.

Eventually, Tucker leaned forward, and my cock twitched in anticipation of feeling his mouth close over it. However, rather than just gulping me down, he first went for my balls, his tongue lapping all over them like he was licking ice cream off them or something. Now, I love having my balls licked and sucked – the wife enjoys working them over with her mouth too, but it doesn’t happen nearly enough – and Tucker did it well.

I was surprised at the restraint Tucker was exhibiting by taking things so slowly. If I hadn’t been afraid the girls were going to show up at any time, I’d have been a little more leisurely, myself. ‘Oh well,’ I reasoned, I’d take advantage later if possible.

Eventually, Tucker’s mouth made it to my cock, but once again, he only used his tongue on me, kissing my shaft once in a while. For a guy who’d been afraid to mention the word “bisexual,” he was making the most of his first time, probably on the off chance that it was also his last.

I, meanwhile, was going fucking nuts. I love feeling my wife’s mouth and tongue on my cock, but lately, it seemed that sex was something to “get over with,” rather than enjoy, so having someone who wanted to take their time was a pleasant change. My cock didn’t care that it was a guy’s mouth and hands on it.

Finally, I’d had enough. I was practically quivering from the erotic tension that coursed through my body. “God damn it, suck my cock already,” I panted, desperate for him to take the next step.

Tucker seemed not to hear me, because he kept up with his teasing a while longer. However, after running his tongue up and down my stiffness a couple more times, he kept going on the upstroke and when he went back down, his mouth was fully over my throbbing erection.

Oh-my-fuck! It’d been ages since my wife had given me a blowjob this good, and he’d only just gotten me in his mouth! With all the teasing he’d given me, Tucker had me on edge so close I almost filled his mouth with cum as soon as he got to the bottom.

When I finally caught my breath, I gasped, “Fuck. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I didn’t get a real response, though I could feel his smile around my cock, which was accompanied by a pleased, aroused snort.

“Doesn’t matter,” I told him. “Just keep on with what you’re doing.”

Tucker continued for a few more bobs of his head, then pulled off me, saying, “I want you to suck me some more.”

Well, I knew what that meant, so I held a hand out and helped Tucker off the floor, then we both got up on the bed. The unspoken question of who would be on top for a 69 was solved when I just laid on my side and motioned for Tucker to do the same. Tucker, being no dummy, smiled widely and positioned himself so we could both have fun without either of us having to prop himself up.

Once more, I was looking down the barrel of Tucker’s hard cock. The recent taste of it still lingered in my mouth, and I could hardly wait to get more of it. However, once I saw a bead of precum form at the tip, I decided to get my tongue going, similar to how Tucker had paid attention to me not so long ago.

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We enjoyed our last visit to the beach. We decided to go one more time to the beach before lot of people turned up in the hotel and it became crowded. We asked Sam to arrange one more visit to the beach. He happily arranged the visit and dropped us to the beach very next day.

As we thought, we did not see any one. We removed all our clothes to enjoy the cool breeze on the skin. We entered the water and sat on the sand where we could enjoy the sea waves comfortably.

We did not realize one more couple came to the beach. They were not aware of our presence too, which we got to now later. They were dropped by another attendant. They settled on the other side of beach. They realized, that we were also on the beach, when they decided to walk on the beach.

They were young married couple. They were talking a stroll on the beach when they came closer to us. We did not see them coming.

They said, “hello”. We were not expecting anyone, we were surprised. We turned around. We saw them close to us. Male was of my height and similar build. He was wearing swimming shorts. Female was curvy. She was wearing halter neck bikini top and matching bottom.

Myself and my wife were naked in the water. We were half under and half outside water. Wifey’s boobs were visible outside water, which they fixated at. They were looking at her but she did not bother covering herself.

They apologized for intruding in our privacy. They introduced themselves as Tom and Rita. They told us about seeing us and thought of talking to us. We asked them to join us in the water.

They came inside water and sat next to us. Rita and wife sat close to each other. Me and Tom sat to the either side of girls. We discussed few things to know each other better. All this time wife did not bother covering herself. Tom’s eyes were on her boobs most of the time. I even noticed Rita looking at her lot of time.

After some time, discussion moved to nudity on the beach. Rita asked my wife about the safety of nudity on the beach. In response wife said “You can see me. I am enjoying it.” She told them about our earlier visit to the beach and how we spent entire day naked on the beach.

Meanwhile I decided to grab something to drink. I asked Tom if he was interested in something. He came out of the water to accompany me to the freezer. When I got up they both realized that I was also naked. They looked towards me and smiled. I also smiled and moved forward. Tom came along.

We reached to beach freezer to grab drinks. I chose one for myself and offered another to Tom. We started talking about the vacation and about my naked wife. Tom was impressed with her boldness. Tom told me that he wanted her wife and sıhhiye escort himself to try nudity but unable to gather enough courage. But after meeting us, he was very confident that they would also do it.

We picked few more drinks for ladies and returned to where they were. To our surprise, we saw Rita also lost all the inhibitions and decided to get rid of her clothes. She was sitting naked next to wifey. Wifey could convince her to get rid of clothes. Her boobs were big enough for her build. Her nipples were very hard. It was very nice to see two naked ladies.

Tom was spell bounded on seeing Rita naked. He came back to senses only after I called his name. I told him we were all naked and he was the one still wearing shorts. He smiled and happily removed his shorts.

Now all of us were naked. We were enjoying the cool water. We were talking about lot of things. Tom and Rita told us how much comfortable they were feeling with us.

We all decided to go little deep in water. We were splashing water on each other. I hold wife from behind. I moved my hands to her boobs and started squeezing them. Looking us, Tom also did the same.

We moved closer. Rita and wife were facing each other. They hold each other’s hands and pulled themselves even closer. They started kissing each other. They were so close that mine and Tom hands touched. I felt Rita’s boob on my hand. I moved my hand and replaced one of Tom’s hand to take position on Rita’s boob. Tom’s hand landed on one of wife’s boob.

Both ladies were so much engrossed in kissing they did not notice hand changed. I was squeezing Rita’s boob with one hand and wife’s boob with other hand.

After ladies finished their kiss, they did not move from the position. That was the moment when they realized the hand movement. They did not bother. That was a clear indication that all of us enjoying it.

Wife took the next step. She moved out of the position and moved towards Tom. She held Tom’s penis and started stroking it under water. Rita understood it and moved closer to me. She came closer and kissed me. It was very passionate kiss. Our tongue met and explored each other mouth. We both were enjoying our deep kiss. My hands moved over her boobs. I started massaging her boobs while kissing her.

Tom and wife were also kissing each other. Wife did not let go Tom’s penis all this time. I was enjoying Rita’s boob. I pinched her nipple, on that she moaned inside my mouth. We were enjoying new happenings. We did not realize that we moved bit more in the deep water. A big wave threw all of us from our feet. We helped each other to come out of the water and laughing tandoğan escort loudly.

We decided to move to shore after that. We were laughing on our dumb act of drowning. We sat down on the towel spread for us. We were talking about our little adventure in water and how it was first time for all of us.

It was lunch time and our food was ready. Sam and one more of his colleague came for delivery. They did the setup for lunch table and arranged food. All that time we were naked. Rita felt little awkward in front of those guys. But wife said something to her and she became comfortable. After arranging the food, attendants returned.

After finishing our lunch, we headed to mud pool. Tom and Rita were not aware of that. Wife moved first and lied down on the corner wall of mud pool. She asked Rita to do the same. Both girls were lying naked in the mud pool. I made my move and reached closer to Rita. I started covering Rita with mud. Tom started doing the same to wife. I covered Rita’s boobs and her whole body with mud. Same happened to wife and Tom. In return ladies also did the same to us with special attention to the lower part of the body.

We stayed there until mud was dry. We washed each other in the sea water. We spend good amount of time cleaning each other. I cleaned all the mud from the wife’s body. I spend good amount of time cleaning her boobs and pussy. She did same to me. We both reached a level of no return but somehow, we controlled ourselves.

That was last activity for the day. We returned to hotel. We said goodbye to each other and shared room information with each other.

Once we entered our room, we literally ripped each other bathing suits. We jumped on the bed and start fucking each other madly. We were horny because of all that happened in the day. We fucked each other like we did first time. We did not realize when we slept after our fucking session. We woke up around dinner time. We kissed each other in bed. We were feeling hungry, so we decided to go for dinner.

In dinner hall, we met Tom and Rita again. It looked like we four were hotel’s only guest. We sat together and had dinner. We talked about lot of things, which include sex majorly. I suggested to go for a night swim in the hotels swimming pool. Everyone agreed to that. We decided to meet after an hour near the pool.

We returned to our room to relax before that. While changing for swimming, wife came up with an idea to swim naked. She brought two bathrobes and asked to wear that without anything underneath. I liked her idea and did as she suggested. We went to the swimming pool to meet Tom and Rita.

Tom and tunalı escort Rita were already there. They were also wearing bathrobes. We exchanged smiles and sat on pool benches. As it was night, one area of pool was lightly lit while one area was totally dark. It was very big pool. There was no one on the pool side, not even hotel attendants. Tom and Rita suggested to move towards dark area. We shifted to dark area of the pool. Tom winked at me in that process which I did not understand initially.

We settled on the pool benched and ready to enter the pool, we removed our bathrobes. To our surprise Tom and Rita were naked under the robes as well. We were naked again. We had a good laugh on how the idea of swimming naked struck to us.

We entered the pool. It was warm enough for the weather. We started swimming. After couple of rounds, I hold wife and brought her to the shallow side of the pool. I brought her to the corner of the pool and asked her to rest her hands on the wall the pool. I hold her leg and make her float in the water. I moved myself between her leg. Tom and Rita moved closer to us. I motioned myself and pushed my entire length inside her. Naked swimming and water made it easy to enter her tight pussy. I started with slow and deep motions.

Tom and Rita were watching us. Rita came closer to me and kissed me. We both were kissing each other deeply. I continued stroking wife. Tom moved closer to wife. He held her in arms and kissed her. Once they broke the kiss, Tom positioned his hard penis close to wife’s mouth. Wife understood what he wanted and opened her mouth to take Tom’s dick in her mouth. Tom’s hard dick was thick and big. He slowly pushed his penis inside her mouth.

Wife was enjoying both of us at the same time. Tom and myself moving in rhythm in the water. Water was helping to make motions very easy. I increased my speed. Meanwhile Rita moved closer to wife’s boobs and started sucking and licking them. Attention on the wife, with lot of hands, mouth and penises, brought wife to orgasm in no time. She started cuming hard and loud. She had very powerful orgasm. She moved out towards the pool’s boundary. She was exhausted because of all the action and her very strong orgasm.

Tom and myself were still not done, our dicks were still hard. As soon as my penis came out of wife’s pussy Rita grabbed it and started sucking it. Tom came behind her, lifted her out of water and pushed his hard penis inside her from behind. We were fucking Rita together. Tom was pushing with deep strokes. She was deepthroating me.

We all reached to our pinnacle together. First Rita had orgasm. Then Tom and I emptied our loads inside her.

I felt satisfied with all the action happened. We stayed in pool to relax for some time. We kissed each other’s wife. We explored each other one last time for the night. We promised to meet again and to go around Goa together.

We said, “Good night” and returned to rooms. We fall asleep as soon as we were on bed.

We slept hard for next adventure and next day.

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The name of this story has nothing to do with the main characters names. The story is about a 40-something guy having sex with an 18 year old girl(s), so I just took the name “Lolita” from the Nabokov novel.

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— From the last story

John spent the night with Sherry and woke to her stroking his cock. But she was just teasing him and waking him up. She wanted to make the point that she could not have sex with him as long as he was fucking her daughter. He agreed and they had sex.

Just before they started to relax into a nap after sex, Sherry let it slip that she had had sex with men and women. She finally admitted that she was bisexual. Then she worked out of him that Dana was also bisexual.

After sex, John went home. Sherry wanted to wait for Dana and discuss their situation. She was going to tell Dana about them and that she couldn’t have sex with John anymore.

While waiting at home, John got a visit from Deb, Dana’s friend. They had been having sex, too, and Deb wanted to have sex when she showed up. John was pretty sure that Sherry had not meant that he couldn’t have sex with only her daughter. He figured she meant be exclusive, so he only got Deb off with his fingers.

Then he got called next door to find out what had happened between the mother and daughter that he both had sex with.

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Sherry opened the door, smiled at John, and waved him in.

John entered with a sigh of relief because it seemed Sherry was happy to see him. He was ushered into the living room, but didn’t see Dana anywhere. “Dana’s upstairs?”

“Yes, she’s throwing some things together and going up to visit her school with the grandparents. She wants to show them around.”

“Oh, okay.”

About that time the front door opened and Deb came in. John raised his eyebrows at her, wondering what she was doing.

“Hey, Miss Sherry.” All Dana’s friends called her that. “Dana texted me to come over.”

“Well, that was quick.”

Deb glanced at John. “I was next door talking to Mr. T.”

Sherry turned to John and raised her eyebrows at him. John grinned and shrugged, not wanting to discuss it in front of Deb. Deb interrupted.

“I’m sorry Miss Sherry. I was just waiting for a chance to talk to Dana.”

“That’s fine.” Sherry smiled at Deb, but that’s not the vibe John got when she turned and glared at him.

“I’ll just go see Dana.” Deb scampered upstairs.

Sherry rounded on John. “Well?”

“Nothing happened. She came over to have sex, but I told her about us and we didn’t do anything. I told her I was waiting to talk to you after Dana came home.”

Sherry eyed me, then smiled and shook her head. “Shit, I’m sorry. We’re not even in a relationship yet and I’m already acting like we are in a committed, exclusive relationship. I don’t mean to be that way. I just haven’t been in one in a long time.” She moved directly in front of John. “I’ll make it up to you later.” She hugged him and then kissed him. John put his hands on her ass.

“Get a room!” John and Sherry jumped at the proclamation from Dana.

Sherry jumped back quickly, not sure how Dana was going to take this blatant display of contact between her and John. “Sorry.”

Dana grinned. “Don’t be mom. He’s really good in bed.”

“Dana!” Sherry acted shocked, but in reality she was happy her daughter would continue to talk openly and honestly about sex with her. She had never felt like she could even talk about sex with her parents, even after she was pregnant.

Dana walked up to John and pulled him down and kissed him on the mouth, but only briefly. “Sorry, mom, but I learned a lot.” She turned and looked at John, her body heat ramping up at the memories of the two of the together. “Too bad I can’t have one more time before you abscond with my first friend with benefits.”

“Dana, please.” This time Sherry was actually smiling, almost proud of how her daughter was acting. She had raised her to be open and honest with things. Sherry was also hoping that Dana would be able to enjoy her sexuality before she became tied down like she herself had at so young an age.

Dana then went over to Deb, who had come down with her but had gone unnoticed until now. “Deb, promise me you’ll try to come visit. I want to show you around up there.”

“I’ll try.”

“You do well at that community college and you’ll be able to get in after a couple of years and then we can be roomies.”

“I don’t know if I can afford it.” She seemed completely lost standing there.

Dana went and hugged her and they hugged for a long time. You could see how close the two were. They were having a hard time saying goodbye, even though Dana was trying to keep it light.

“Heck, Deb, I’m only going up there for a couple of days this time. I’ll be back for 4 days before I leave for good. You’re gonna make me mess up my makeup!” She mock punched Deb in the arm and Deb gave a small smile.

Dana turned to her mother. “I’ll be back in a couple ofise gelen escort days, mom. Grandma and grandpa just want to see the place and spend some time up there.”

“I know.” A honk sounded outside as she said that. “There they are. Go ahead. You’ll be back later this week and I’ll have plenty of time to cry over your leaving.”

“Moommmm!” Dana groaned, but it was obvious that she was going to miss her mother just as much. “Okay, gotta go.” Dana grabbed her bag, gave her mother a quick hug, trying to avoid too much emotion, and ran out the door.

Deb was standing there looking forlorn, her best friend for many years preparing to leave for college without her.

Sherry could see this and wanted to comfort Deb. She went over and hugged Deb and Deb leaned on her and held her. You could tell that she was already missing her close friend.

Sherry walked her over to the couch and sat her down. She put her hands on either side of her face and looked directly at her. “Don’t worry, Deb, Dana will stay close. She is a good friend and the two of you are very close. I’ll even see if you want to go up there whenever I visit her, okay?”

Deb nodded. “Thanks, Miss Sherry. I didn’t realize how hard this was going to be until I saw her with a bag on her way out. I know she’ll be back again before school starts, but it really hit me just now.”

“I know. I’m really going to miss her, too. It’s been just me and her since she was born. I’ve never been alone.” She leaned over and hugged Deb again.

Deb hugged her back. “I’m sorry Miss Sherry. I was so sad myself I forgot how hard it was going to be on you.” Deb pushed away and looked over at me and then Sherry. “At least now you’ll have Mr. T. He will keep you from getting too lonely.”

Sherry could sense that Deb was trying to inject a little humor with that comment, but that John was another person that she was going to miss.

Sherry figured she could handle this problem. She was not yet sure if she could go through with it, but she was going to find out. Maybe she could make this fun for everyone and keep everyone close. She knew that Deb was a friend of her daughter’s, but she couldn’t let that stop her. And she knew when she looked over at John and saw the look of concern on his face that he was a good person and would be reliable. She just had to trust her instincts. And this wasn’t completely altruistic. She would, after all, get to be with a man and a woman at the same time. For as long as they could all get along. And how would Dana take it? She was sure that, based on what she had seen so far, that she would be fine with this arrangement.

“C’mon.” Sherry stood and put out her hand. “Come with me.”

Deb took her hand and Sherry led her over to and up the stairs to the second floor. When they got to the top, Sherry looked back at John. “Just a second, okay?”

John nodded, not knowing what was going on. He figured that Sherry was just going to continue consoling Deb. He didn’t know how long he was supposed to sit there and wait, but he did.

Sherry led Deb into her bedroom and over to the bed. “Sit down here, I have something to discuss with you.”

Deb sat and looked up expectantly, not knowing what was coming.

Sherry took a deep breath. She was not entirely sure she about this, but she thought again about how it would kill several birds with one stone. First, by inviting Deb into her bed, she could again experience a woman. She liked both men and women and they offered different things. Secondly, she felt it would help Deb get over the loss of her best friend to college. Finally, it would allow Deb to continue her sexual relationship with John on Sherry’s terms. “Okay, here’s the deal. I know that you are hurting right now. So am I. We are both missing Dana and she hasn’t even left for school yet. And I know that you are missing John as well.” She watched Deb closely.

Deb was trying to figure out where this was going.

Sherry hesitated, but then blurted it out. “If you want, you can join John and me in bed.”

Deb stared, stunned at this. She had no idea this was coming. She thought Miss Sherry was going to do something else, anything other than that, to console her. To invite her to have sex with her and Mr. T. was surprising. She didn’t even know that Sherry was bisexual. “I – uh – I would like that. Is it okay? You don’t have to do that just for me.”

Sherry grinned. “Honey, this is not just for you.” She moved closer and put her hand under Deb’s chin. “I like women, too, and since you have already had sex with John and are bisexual, this means we can all have fun. I could tell that you had become attached to John, so this is a good resolution, right? We will both be missing Dana and we could help each other and enjoy, John, too.” Meanwhile, Sherry’s motor was already running as this had become one of her go-to fantasies when she masturbated. She loved the idea of seducing one of her daughter’s friends and had read many stories about otele gelen escort it online.

Deb started smiling. “Oh, yes, Miss Sherry. That’s a great idea.” Then she thought once again that maybe Miss Sherry was just doing this to make her feel better and her smile faded. “But you don’t have to do that just for me.”

Sherry grinned wider and sat next to Deb. “Oh, this isn’t just for you. I just told you that. I like women, too, and you are cute as a button. I think I will enjoy having sex with you.” Sherry put her hand on Deb’s leg and rubbed it.

Deb threw her arms around Sherry and hugged her. “Thank you, Miss Sherry. This is a great idea. I’ve always liked and been attracted to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, ma’am. And you should know that all Dana’s friends call you a MILF behind her back.”

“Really! That’s interesting.” Sherry turned her attention back to the task at hand, but definitely enjoyed the little ego boost that that comment provided.

It was time to take the plunge. “Okay, so here’s what we are going to do. John is downstairs wondering what the hell we are doing up here. He thinks I am consoling you, which I am, but not in the way he thinks. So we’ll both get undressed and when we are ready, we’ll lay back and call him up to join us. Sound good?”

“Yes, Miss Sherry, I like that idea.” Deb was already much more upbeat and happy.

Sherry stood up and started undressing. When Deb stood up, she stopped her. “Wait, let me do that.”

Sherry quickly stripped off her clothes and Deb stared at the still gorgeous woman and well-formed body. Sherry’s ass was fantastic and she had nice full tits “Wow.”

Sherry grinned. “Thanks. Now let’s do you.” Sherry went to Deb and pulled on the bottom of her t-shirt. Sherry pulled it up over her head and bared her torso. She immediately put her hands on Deb’s tits and felt the nipples. “Nice tits.” Deb just grinned and twitched little at the stimulation as Sherry then went and yanked her shorts down to the floor. “No underwear at all, huh?”

Deb shrugged and was a little shy to admit it, but did. “I was going to Mr. T.’s house and wanted to be ready to fu — uh — have sex.”

Sherry grinned at Deb’s little slip and ran her hand over Deb’s pussy, pushing a finger through the slit. “And I think you will be in a few seconds. Now sit back on the bed.”

Deb scooted back on the bed and Sherry got between her legs. She stood over this slip of a girl who was so beautiful, but didn’t know it and stared like a hungry wolf. “What do you want now, you little minx?”

Deb looked up at Sherry. “Will you eat my pussy, Miss Sherry?”

Sherry smiled. She had always known that Deb gave in to her friends and now she could feel the submissiveness. “I think first you should taste me.” Sherry crawled up over Deb and put her pussy directly over Deb’s face. “Now taste Miss Sherry’s pussy and make me wet.” Sherry had always liked how when she told Dana’s friends to call her by her first name that they called her Miss Sherry.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sherry grabbed Deb’s head and moved her hips back and forth slightly, shoving Deb’s face into her crotch and moving it back and forth from her ass to her pussy. Deb licked and sucked like a pro. “Mmmmmm, nice.”

Sherry let Deb get her motor running and then released her head. Deb didn’t stop. Sherry chuckled at her energy and willingness. She finally pulled away, rolling to one side.

Deb looked at Sherry. “Was that okay, Miss Sherry?”

Sherry lay against Deb, running her hands over Deb’s tits, the nipples hard as stones. “It was excellent, Deb. I think you are a very good pussy eater.”

Sherry rolled off the bed. She got between Deb’s legs again and put her hands on the inside of Deb’s thighs. Deb immediately spread her legs and pulled them up, giving Sherry unrestricted access to her pussy. Sherry watched and decided that she and John were going to have lots of fun with Deb. She had to be careful to make sure Deb understood what was going on, but it would be fun having this little sexual dynamo in her bed.

Sherry got down on her knees and stared at the beautiful young pussy in front of her. She had had a female lover for a couple of years and missed this. She enjoyed everything there was about sex with men and women, so she was looking forward to this. Sherry leaned forward and kissed Deb’s right thigh just below the juncture with her pussy. Deb took a deep breath. Sherry kissed the other side and got the same result. She then leaned in and pushed her tongue into the bottom of Deb’s pussy near her ass. Deb pulled her legs back further, begging for more attention. Sherry ran her tongue all the way up Deb’s slit until she went over her clit, eliciting a groan from Deb. Sherry could see that Deb was already pretty wet.

Sherry sat back. “Well, I think we are ready for John now, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Deb was all breathy and her eyes were wide.

“What do you want him to do? And be specific.”

Deb sincan escort took a deep breath and put her head back. “I want him to put his big, hard cock in my tight, little pussy and fuck me until I cum.”

Sherry laughed. “Well, at least you know how to say it.”

Deb raised her head back up and looked at Sherry. “Mr. T. told us that a lot of guys like dirty talk in the bedroom and Dana and I practiced it.”

Sherry held up her hand. “Okay, let’s keep Dana out of this.” She got up on the bed. “Let’s both get up here against the headboard and I’ll call John.”

They scrambled up against the headboard, their legs spread and wet pussies on display.

Sherry called out. “John? Could you come up here please?”

Meanwhile, John had been waiting impatiently in the living room. What the hell was going on up there? Surely, they had things under control by now. He sat and fidgeted, wondering if he was going to come out of this back where he started, with no sex at all.

Then, he heard his name called. He went to the stairs and made his way up. He heard his name again and could tell that it was coming from Sherry’s bedroom. He went down to the bedroom to see how the two sad women were doing.

When John got to Sherry’s bedroom the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks and he gaped. There they were, Sherry and Deb. They were both sitting up with their backs against the headboard, their naked bodies on display. Sherry’s voluptuous one, large tits and nice shape on the right, wet pussy being stroked by one finger. On the left, the tiny sexually charged Deb was in the same position. She was also stroking her pussy and looked flushed and ready for sex already. John could only stare.

“See anything you like?” Sherry teased John.

John grinned and stepped further into the room. “I see everything I like.”

Sherry sat up. “Then get undressed and get in bed with us. We are in need of a large male appendage.”

John undressed quicker than he had in years. “I think I have one of those.”

Sherry stared at his cock when he was done. “Yes, and I think it’s ready for us.” She turned to Deb. “What was it you said you wanted?”

Deb stared at John’s cock. “I said that I wanted him to put his big, hard cock in my tight, little pussy and fuck me until I cum.”

Sherry looked up at John. “Well, I think you have your first task for today.”

John grinned. “I could get used to this.”

“I hope so.”

Sherry got off the bed and John watched as she walked around to Deb’s side. He didn’t move toward Deb until he could see what Sherry was going to do. Sherry got to the head of the bed and said to Deb, “No, skootch down and spread your legs like you did for me when I wanted to lick your pussy.”

Sherry watched John as she said this and saw that she got the reaction she wanted. It turned him on greatly to think about these two women having sex. She was going to enjoy this as much as he did. She hoped that Deb would enjoy it, too. She seemed raring to go when it came to sex – just like Sherry was when she was young. “Good, now get ready to be fucked.”

John decided this wasn’t the position he wanted, laying in the bed in the missionary position on top of Deb. Instead, he moved to the side next to Sherry and grabbed Deb by her hips. He pulled her sideways so that her pussy was available to him as he stood on the side of the bed. He wanted to fuck her like this. “There, that’s better. I’m going to fuck that tight pussy while I stand here.”

“That works for me, too.” Sherry clambered back on the bed and positioned her pussy over Deb’s face. “I’m going to enjoy my first threesome in many years.”

John’s eyebrows went up and Sherry grinned back at him. That was new information to John.

John decided to get down to business so he took his cock and rubbed it up and down Deb’s pussy. She moaned and started working Sherry’s pussy. John ran it down to her opening and started slowly fucking her, feeding her an inch at a time as her juices wet his cock. Soon he was thrusting in and out strongly and he marveled at the view he had.

He could look down and see his cock sliding in and out of a fully shaved, 18-year old pussy. It was tight and she was loving it. He could see and feel her small hips as he thrust and ran his eyes up over her barely visible tits. They were partially masked by the legs of the woman sitting on her face. He ran his eyes over the junction of Sherry’s pussy and Deb’s mouth and could occasionally see a tongue appear as she lapped at Sherry’s delicious pussy. His could then look up past Sherry’s nice waist to her full, ripe tits. They were so well formed and perfect he was amazed that she was not also only 18. He looked up into her face, a pretty one, and Sherry had her eyes closed, enjoying the pussy-eating that Deb was providing. Then she opened her eyes and grinned at John. He leaned forward and they kissed while they each used the 18 year old Deb for their sexual pleasure.

“You are one hot fucking mom.”

Sherry smiled. “Thanks. I like this position.” She moaned as Deb continued to work on her. “Deb’s very good with her tongue and it looks like she has a nice tight pussy for you.”

“Yes, she does.” John gave a forceful thrust at that. Deb moaned and Sherry smiled. John leaned foward close to Sherry, but not to kiss her. He looked her straight in the eyes. “I’m going to cum.”

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— CHAPTER 6: Marseille —

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*– JULY, MONTAUK, NEW YORK –*

Sharpley had snatched Cassandra in Manhattan. We always traveled with security outside of the mansion and outside of the JKE building. I knew for a fact that Fat Tony would have made damn sure nothing bad would happen to his favorite blonde bombshell, were he with her.

But he wasn’t. Instead of going directly for Cassandra, Sharpley’s goons had captured our helicopter pilot. He was found drugged and tied up in a janitor’s closet. But by then, Cassandra had already climbed unawares into the chopper, which then took off from the JKE rooftop helipad and headed away for destinations unknown. The helicopter was later found just across the Canadian border. But there was no trace of my dearly beloved assistant.

Things weren’t safe for me or my girls in the Upper West Side apartment, so I moved everyone back to the Montauk mansion. I was getting Ashlyn and Joey moved back home too, along with Charlotte, Evelyn, and even Karl Scott. In fact, I invited anyone who was close to me to come to the mansion, which was under heavy security, until this whole thing was resolved.

Jeff and Kaitlyn accepted, having been with me for the past few weeks. Logically, they were coming because of their recent contact with me, and because if Sharpley traced me to that apartment building, he would also find them. Honestly, I thought the young couple believed *I* needed *their* support at a time like this.

Rebecca and Jack were surprised to find that I had been in town for the past few weeks. Rebecca was rather upset, actually, that both Taylor and I had missed her early June wedding. But they forgave me for missing the wedding, since it was my family’s connections that had gotten them the Plaza in the first place, and because they knew the stress Taylor and I had been under. Still, the couple declined my invitation when I explained the situation. They both dearly cared for Cassandra, but decided that it was riskier for them to be in Montauk — clearly a target despite its security — than to just stay where they were.

Mia was in her own world in Seattle and assured me she’d be fine. And Kate, like Rebecca, was content to remain home with her fiancé, Rene.

I’d also called _Promises_. With Cassandra already taken, Taylor was at the most risk of being harmed or captured to use as leverage against me. Whether she was ready or not, I had the right to pull her from the program, and I was doing so now. Trusted members of my security team, along with Charlotte, were already aboard the private jet to go pick her up. And she would be arriving later this evening.

Now, I paced around my mansion bedroom, throwing things into my suitcase that I only remembered at the last second I would need. Underwear. ALWAYS make sure you have enough underwear. Evania would have had me packed in under five minutes, but she was busy downstairs coordinating my arrangements to get everyone back to the estate.

I also mentally went over all my plans for the people in my care, making sure that I had done everything I possibly could to prevent any further harm to those who mattered most to me. And I waited for the one more person in this world I couldn’t lose.

There was a knock at the door. I gathered myself and stood up, making sure my clothes looked alright and that my face was calm. She’d always drilled into my head that I had to appear in control, even if I didn’t feel so inside. And after a deep breath, I called, “Come in.”

Edward opened the door, bowed his head, and gestured into the room. “He’s waiting for you, madam.”

I gave a short wave. “Hi, Mom.”

“Jonnatan! Whehh have you binn?” After the first moment of adjustment, I quickly adapted to the accent I’d been hearing my entire life. Ironically, though, it didn’t matter, because she launched into a flurry of Cantonese that flew by so fast I’m sure *she* wouldn’t have been able to understand it.

My mom didn’t care to find out why I’d brought her here. Right now, she was rather more upset that (A) I’d disappeared off the face of the Earth for three months without telling her, and (B) I’d come back home without telling her. And on no uncertain terms she complained that I’d seriously failed in my duties as a son.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Deui m’ jyu, deui m’ jyu!” The phrases in English were spoken with my hands raised defensively. The Cantonese was an automatic reflex when she started slapping my forehead with her open palm.

The slaps abruptly stopped. “What happen to your face?” she barked instead.

Instinctively, my hand touched my heavily bruised left cheek where Olivia had gone to town just last night. I winced and muttered, “Uh, long story.”

“Girl do this to you?”

I nodded.

“This have something to do with sex?”

Wincing in shame, I nodded again.

“Men. Always think with their pee-pee.”

“_Mooom_,” I groaned.

Mom calmed down after that. She sighed as if I’d been the greatest disappointment in the history of disappointments, kızılay escort and turned to pace around my bedroom with her hands clasped behind her back. “I’m here. Tell me what happened.”

Mom already knew about the recent crises in my life, from the stolen money to the rape allegations to the company being sanctioned. She’d stayed away for those first few months, letting me deal with things the way I needed to without her hovering over my shoulder. But when JJ had died, she’d immediately come to try and ‘help’.

Unfortunately, having her mother-in-law present didn’t help Taylor’s ability to cope with JJ’s loss. Taylor started using her discomfort around my mom as an excuse to leave and go be with her modeling friends, some of whom had started her on the cocaine binges. And by the time my mom moved back home to White Plains, Taylor was already lost to me.

Back then, Mom’s comments had vacillated back and forth between “good riddance from the pretty girl who broke your heart in college and has been toying with it ever since” to “so unfortunate for the mother of my grandson”. She meant well, but in my state of mind, all I felt was nagging. And she became reason number fifty-six to just pick up and run away from my life.

But now I was back, and she was back, and my one and only parent deserved to know where I’d been for the past four months. But first…

“You told me I had to come here for my safety,” she looked at me skeptically. “Given the way you treated your poor mother the past few months, I would have thought you’d be happier if some degenerate murdered me in my sleep.”

“_Mooom_,” I groaned again. Why the hell did she have to be so melodramatic? I held my hands up to keep her from saying anything further. I had to take charge of this conversation. “Cassandra has been kidnapped. The man who did this is dangerous enough that I thought he might threaten other people close to me. So I’m bringing *everyone* here where security can keep them safe, okay?”

Mom’s eyes flew wide open and her jaw dropped. Cassandra had always been her favorite, not only because my assistant was fluent in Cantonese, but because Cassandra was my mom’s idea of a perfect wife: completely concerned with taking care of me, even in spite of myself. “Kidnapped?” Mom gasped.

I nodded.

“Why?”

“Money, what else?”

Mom scowled and pretended to spit. “Always your problems with money. You have too much now, I think. More than you need. Just give him some and get that girl back. She’s too important for you to lose.”

I sighed. “I wish it were that simple.”

“Make it simple. How much does he want?”

“Two hundred million.”

“You can afford it?”

“Yes.”

“Then give it to him.”

“You want me to just GIVE him two hundred million dollars? I do that and every shmuck with a gun is going to be holding my family for ransom for the rest of my life! Plus, there’s no way yet of doing it that ensures I _actually_ get her back.”

“Make it work. You do NOT lose Cassandra.”

“I know, I _know_. You think I want to lose her?”

She cocked her head. “You left her behind before.” And then without pausing for a second, her eyes narrowed and she scowled at me. “So where did you go all this time?”

I sighed. “Europe.”

“Eee…” Mom hissed. “You lucky I didn’t have a heart attack. I TOLD you I would have a heart attack if you ever left the country without telling me!”

“Mooom,” I groaned. I rubbed my forehead. This was going nowhere. To stay here and continue arguing with her would be a waste of time. “Forget it. I’m glad you’re here. You’ll be safe until I take care of this. But I need you to go now. I have a lot of details I need to plan.”

But she wasn’t budging. “No. Not until you tell me why you leave before.”

“Why?” I barked, laughing in disbelief. I suddenly remembered all the circular arguments we’d been having right before I’d disappeared. I remembered why even though I loved my mom dearly, I hadn’t thought twice before running away from it all. “Why? THIS is why! I didn’t want to *deal* with this anymore. All this arguing of what should and could have been. I can’t sit here and dwell on the last few months. JJ died. Taylor went to rehab. And YOU wanted to sit on my head and talk me to death about it!”

“Because you were not *thinking*. You were just moping and depressed and not *doing* anything! _Life_ was happening to you, and it does not always go straight.” She looked at me with concern, and recited, “When the road bends, your only choices are-“

“-to bend with it or fall off it,” I finished. She’d drilled that statement into my head enough times.

“You fell off,” she stated simply.

I couldn’t disagree. Jonathan Kwong’s road bent, and I didn’t go with it. I took another path, and Tom Eriksen’s life had been filled with so much more happiness.

“Why?” she asked again.

“Because it was easier, okay? I didn’t want to think about things I couldn’t change, maltepe escort people I’d lost, or a life that had fallen apart. Okay?”

She eyed me carefully. “To fall off is not what I taught you.”

I shrugged. “I couldn’t bend.”

“Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?”

“Couldn’t,” I stated firmly. “JJ was dead. He’s not coming back. Taylor needed rehab; she needed professionals to help her overcome her addiction. There was nothing I could do to change what had happened.”

“Bending with the road is not about changing what _was_. It is about adapting to what _is_ and is to come.”

“Yeah well what *is* now is that my Cassandra has been kidnapped. And I’m going to do *everything* in my power to get her back. Alright?”

“You mean that?”

“Yes!”

She waved over at my suitcase, a pile of clothes rising out the top of it. “You go get her yourself? You not send some agent or let the police do this?”

“Yes!” I barked even louder.

She blinked twice and stared at me, scrutinizing my face. “Why?”

I rolled my eyes, breathing heavily. “What? YOU were telling me two minutes ago about how I couldn’t lose her. Now you’re asking me why?”

Mom eyed me even more intensely. “Why now? Why you work so hard to go get Cassandra back when you could leave her behind so easily before?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I just know that I have to.”

“Why?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Mom! Just go away, please?” For some reason, likely frustration, I was on the verge of tears.

“Jonathan,” she said cautiously, walking up to me and grabbing onto my shoulders to keep my face in front of hers. I sagged and made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but she held me firm. “You have a good heart, but you’re acting stupid.”

“I don’t care,” I sighed as the urge to cry nearly overwhelmed me. And with moist eyes, I bit out. “I’m going to get Cassandra back. I don’t care if it’s dangerous or risky or whatever. I’m going to get her back.”

“Why?”

“Because… I _need_ her…” The first tears rolled down my cheeks. “I *love* her.”

Mom smiled and then patted my cheek. “Okay,” she stated perkily. And then without another word, she turned and walked out the door.

I stared after her dumbly, not quite understanding what had just happened. But the door to my room was still open, and Edward just sort of gawked at me from the other side, looking surprised himself.

When my butler realized I was looking at him, he straightened and cleared his throat. “The agents are here now, sir.”

I nodded. “Have them meet me in the office.”

****

Barry Farnsworth leaned over my desk, both hands planted on the wood while he hung his head between his shoulders. He picked his head up and turned around at the sound of the door opening, and I thought he looked rather disheveled. His hair and skin were oily, like he hadn’t taken a shower in a while. There was dirt on his collar, and his black tie was loose around his neck. There were bags beneath his eyes, and his face was pale.

“Hi, Barry,” I greeted casually, feeling a pang in my gut as I said it. I’d gotten in the habit of using the agent’s first name solely because of Cassandra, and to say it now reminded me that she wasn’t here.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Kwong. And you must be Miss Koteas,” he added, looking past me and holding his hand out to Evania. I’d invited my valet to accompany me, the same as I would have with Cassandra for something like this. It wasn’t that I thought Evania had any special knowledge that would help me in a situation like this, but it always had helped me to have a second pair of ears to listen to new information and remember what was going on.

Evania shook hands and then we also shook hands with Agent Reddick. Afterwards, the two of us went and sat on the couch, and the two agents pulled up wing chairs opposite us.

“You look tired, Barry. Not sleeping much?”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes immediately. Exhaling slowly, he picked up both hands and put them palm to palm with fingers fully extended, then inhaled with his index fingers against his nose. And without looking at me, he said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mr. Kwong, but Miss Cooper was kidnapped last night. I haven’t slept since then.”

My eyebrows popped up. “_Last_ night?” I barked incredulously.

He nodded.

“And you didn’t inform me?” I asked in an accusatory tone.

Now he looked at me, shrugging. “Actually, Mr. Kwong, I didn’t know you were back in the country. I didn’t have any means of contacting you until *you* called me.”

I winced, leaning back. “Oh, right.”

Rubbing his forehead, Barry exhaled again. “So no, I haven’t been sleeping much. I was up all night trying to track Cassandra down.”

I arched an eyebrow. “So it’s not ‘Miss Cooper’ anymore, is it?”

Agent Reddick actually chuckled at that, a knowing smirk on his face, and I narrowed my eyes as the faintest bit of green jealousy popped up my spine. Cassandra would *never* mamak escort have-

“We’ve worked together on the Sharpley case for almost a year, but I assure you that Miss Cooper and I have maintained a strictly-professional relationship, Mr. Kwong,” Farnsworth stated coldly. “I apologize for the slip-up.”

I shared a glance with Reddick. I got the distinct impression that while things may have indeed remained strictly professional, Barry Farnsworth had become rather fond of my assistant. I couldn’t really blame him; Cassandra was an incredible woman.

“Tell me what you know,” I said, gesturing for Farnsworth to continue.

“We’d lost Mr. Sharpley. After finding and freezing the final account last February, which brought our total recovery to, ah, 3.97 billion…”

“3.96,” I corrected. “Close enough.”

“3.96,” he nodded. “He just disappeared. The last access was in Berlin, a week prior, but the trail went cold. Further interrogations of Miss Crystal Ward and Mr. Ken Matthews produced no additional leads. With the bulk of the money recovered, and the remainder presumed cashed out and either spent or buried, we scaled back on the investigation. Agent Reddick here was given another assignment, and I proceeded to coordinate with various international agencies to locate Mr. Sharpley… to no avail. We had absolutely nothing new on him from February until two weeks ago. I informed Miss Cooper of the developments at that time.”

I nodded, remembering that lunch at Bobby Van’s.

“I suspected at the time that Mr. Sharpley might be resurfacing,” Farnsworth continued. But then he paled and grimaced, looking deeply wounded. “Only I didn’t know… I didn’t see…”

“You didn’t see this coming,” I finished.

Farnsworth shook his head. “I spent all night going over the kidnapping details, trying to find a clue that would lead me to her. Nothing. It was a clean job. My new team is going over your building security footage to try and identify the replacement helicopter pilot and his accomplice. We have satellite imagery from Manhattan to the helicopter’s destination at the Bridgewater Country Club in Fort Erie. And Canadian local police has taken statements from eyewitnesses who saw the crew forcibly put a blonde woman into a waiting sedan. But the trail goes cold from there.”

I sighed.

“Has Mr. Sharpley contacted you again?”

I shook my head and held up my cell phone. “He said he would call me back when he had further ‘orders’ as he put it.”

Farnsworth nodded. “I’ve got a team arriving in an hour with equipment. We’ll try to trace the call then.” He then sat up and looked around. “We’ll need to establish a base of operations. Is there a room here we can use?”

I’d seen enough movies to get an idea of what he was talking about. “Sure thing.” I looked at Evania and told her to work with Edward to make arrangements for now. Charlotte would be able to help once she returned with Taylor.

Agent Reddick now leaned forward, “We’d also like to check out your security and bolster your perimeter with our own agents. At a time like this, protecting you is a top priority.”

I frowned. “I wouldn’t mind, since a lot of people I care about are going to be staying here. But don’t worry about adding staff for me here. Sharpley said he would want to meet me at a location of his choosing, and I’ll bet you it’s not on U.S. soil.”

Reddick frowned. “Absolutely not. Mr. Kwong, there is a threat to your life. You can’t meet him in-person, and that will be something we can negotiate him down from. Money is his top priority, and as long as you can get it to him, he won’t need to see you face-to-face.”

I arched an eyebrow and stared right at the burly agent. I hadn’t forgotten what I’d just told my mom a few minutes prior. “I’m telling you this isn’t negotiable for ME. I’m GOING wherever I need to go to get Cassandra back. And if that means flying out of the country, I’m doing it.”

“Sir, that’s a bad idea. You could-“

“You said it yourself: money is his top priority, not me. He’s not going to harm me.”

“You don’t know that. And if he gets *you*, he can hold you for a LOT MORE in ransom. So he’s got motivation to capture you as well.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to make.” I turned and stared right at Barry. I rather thought _he_ might understand how I felt about this. “I’m getting her back. Whatever it takes.”

****

Sharpley still hadn’t called by nightfall, but I was prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. The jet was on stand-by at the airfield, activity that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the paparazzi. Security reported that there were a few cameramen hanging out there already. I didn’t care. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak. And at this point it didn’t matter if anyone filmed me flying away.

In the meantime, I made the rounds to talk to the important people I’d assembled in this house. I fully expected to be leaving soon, and I wasn’t entirely sure when I’d be seeing them again. The last time I’d disappeared, I’d done so practically without warning, and I didn’t want to be doing that to them again.

Plus, with such a varied group of people here, I wanted to make sure they all got along. First up was my mom. I needed someone to keep her out of Taylor’s hair while I was gone, lest she devolve into an overbearing mother-in-law while my wife was still fragile.

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I’d heard about Tiffany’s massage parlour from one or two other bachelors in my little rural neighbourhood. None of us was particularly shy about our needs. We all worked very hard and didn’t have time or in some cases such as mine the inclination to get involved with women on a full time basis.

Tiffany’s was upstairs in a small industrial block on the main road of the nearest town, about a 25km drive. For those who know it it is obvious but to any other onlooker it was just an ordinary block building with a number of visitors.

One afternoon when business was quiet during winter I showered and headed off. On entering I went up the staircase and was welcomed by the hostess. She was in her thirties and had a nice body which she was not doing much to hide. I could pay at the desk and so handing over $120 in cash was ushered into a lounge area. It was only 2pm on a midwinter’s day. The lounge and indeed the whole establishment evoked the impression that it was evening. Curtains were drawn and the lights on.

I was offered my choice of the women present. I found this a somewhat uncomfortable experience as several young and not so young women made awkward conversation in an attempt to be chosen. I’d intended to hire the youngest woman I could find. I had two very young women to choose from, however for some reason my eye wandered. This was how I met my friend Tania.

Tania it turned out was thirty. I asked much later on. She was well built and had nice toned legs. She was wearing a little business suit, had light brown skin dark shoulder length hair and blue eyes. As I made my choice she rose and taking my hand led me off to one of the bedrooms that lined one side of the building. Upon entering Tania quietly slipped off her clothes. All she wore was the little suit and a matching ivory coloured bra and panty set. Her body was as I’d expected firm yet curved. Her pubic hair was a dark closely trimmed little patch with her lips either bald or shaved. Her bottom was round, very,very firm and inviting. As her bra dropped a lovely pair of soft breasts with dark nipples were exposed. She offered me a shower and climbing in behind me began to wash me. She chatted away easily to me and asked if I minded her washing my private areas.

Who was I to refuse?

She asked me to turn away and spread my legs. Soaping my rear end she washed me carefully from the top of my buttock crease across and around my rear entrance to the back of my balls which she gently cupped.

I’m 42 so my cock is starting to take a bit of time to stiffen up nowadays. As my balls were gently caressed I began to inflate. Rinsing me off she turned me around and taking my shaft in her hand and rolling back my foreskin gently soaped my head paying special attention to my glans. Washing me clean she stroked me and with the water running down my back knelt before me and kissed my tip before opening her mouth and sucking me slowly between her generous lips. After a little of this it was obvious that I would come soon.

Tania sensing this looked up and asked if I’d like a massage for some other aching muscles. I was there for an all round relaxing experience so readily agreed.

Tania had a lovely light touch and knew the areas to concentrate on. I was lying face down and after about 40 minutes of work on me culminating in the generous use of her nails around my backside and inner thighs she asked me to turn over.

I did so and could now see the clock on the wall. I asked if I could extend my time and Tania readily agreed. This meant I had plenty of time to enjoy what was shaping up as a very enjoyable time. This seemed to make an impression on my companion. She was either flattered or in real need of the cash. Starting at my forehead she massaged and kissed her way down my body. It took twenty minutes to reach my toes which she sucked gently. This I found so erotic that I began to masturbate. Looking up she grinned and asked if a blowjob would help. I’d expected her to use a condom but she did just as she had done in the shower and tickling my balls gaziosmanpaşa escort with her nails sucked me until I warned her that I was going to come. She just kept sucking and I let go in her mouth. It had been years since I’d come in a woman’s mouth without a condom. My eyes were closed so I’m not sure if she swallowed or not. Still who cares, I was in heaven.

The massage continued and after thirty minutes of sensual stroking her mouth was bringing my cock back to life. Once up, my cock was very hard and showed no sign of deflating. Tania told me that she liked to be able to take her time with ‘nice’ men. We’d been chatting while she went about her work on me. For some reason, possibly our ages, we got along easily. She was a single mother with a teenaged daughter. I was a single father with two teenaged daughters. She had no sexual partners other than the men she met at ‘work’. She confided that sometimes she really enjoyed her job especially when she met a nice man or when she was really horny, a youngster who made her feel like a bit of a cradle snatcher.

Tania asked me if I minded taking her from behind. Frankly I’d have taken her anyway she asked. It was a pleasant experience. She put her head on the pillows and spread her legs to open herself from the rear for me. Her inner lips were open and wet. They were small and thin and because she was aroused I could see inside her. Often the view down and across a woman’s sphincter that this position affords is not all that clean or pleasant. Tania was clean and beautiful. However I was more interested in being inside her than seeing inside her so putting my cock to her opening I pushed forward. The position made Tania very very tight.

I later learned that correspondingly it made men feel big for her and that she enjoyed the exposure that it gave her. In time even on the odd occasion that I fucked her on her back she got into a position of maximum ‘degradation’ legs wide open and up over my shoulders.

By the time I slipped inside her for the first time Tania became oddly quiet for the chatty companion I had become used to. I knew that despite coming earlier I would not last long and warned her not to expect anything great from this coupling. She simply asked me to go as hard and fast as I liked. Doing so I noticed one hand grasping and ungrasping the sheet. Her face was on its side and her mouth open. Her other hand was rapidly rubbing her clit. I came with a fair bit of noise and she asked me quietly to stay inside while she finished herself off with a little gasp.

We uncoupled and lay back together for a while. I made my satisfaction clear and Tania thanked me for making her work so pleasant. Our time was coming to a close and so we made for the shower. Try as she might I couldn’t come a third time in two hours, nevertheless her oral ministrations were delightful. I asked her to book me in regularly to see her and headed home. I masturbated that night to an image of her spread cheeks as she eased back onto my cock. I loved the sight of her pussy lips swallowing me and longed to repeat the experience.

I returned the following week and was greeted like an old friend. We spent the entire time with Tania on top of me slowly feeling the sensation of being connected. We met each time I had the necessary cash to get through the door and became good friends. Tania really liked to be fucked roughly from behind and would often grind her exposed rear entrance into the boney, hairy patch just above my cock. We got the hang of each other sexually by about my fourth visit. Over the three or four years that Tania worked at Tiffany’s she would point me in the direction of other girls who might satisfy a desire she couldn’t. She did this without any apparent resentment.

This led to one of the most unusual experiences of my life. There was a new girl at the parlour and she was very young. Just 18 when she came to work there. Tania suggested that I might like to ‘try’ this youngster one time as she lay beside me gölbaşı escort after a particularly energetic session. I asked when she would be at work and Tania made a booking for me on what would be “Angel’s” first day of work.

Well Tania was right, this kid was a wet dream on legs. She blushed when you looked at her and seemed a little uneasy on the regulation heels that the establishment favoured. She had long dark hair and a lovely body from what I could see.

Off we went to one of the rooms and I got into the shower. She didn’t join me but as I emerged I found her sitting naked on the bed with her legs curled underneath her. She looked very fetching. She really did have a lovely young body. I noticed that her pubic hair was untrimmed. It was a dense but exciting mat between her legs. Her breasts were tipped with little brown nipples pointing skywards. She patted a towel on the bed and asked me to lie down for a massage.

Angel straddled my back and went to work on me. She was an excellent masseuse but after about forty minutes with only twenty left to go I was getting a bit fidgety. I had not been touched in a sexual way the entire time. Without being rude this is what I’d paid for. I rolled over and Angel came and lay down beside me. I began to kiss her stomach and worked my way to a breast. She responded but seemed nervous. Her legs were held tightly together. I asked her if she was scared and she bit her lip and nodded. She told me she wasn’t a virgin but just nervous about doing ‘it’ with a stranger and such an older man. I liked this establishment and intended to keep using it. Thinking about my sexual future I told her not to worry that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to and I’d not breathe a word.

Her countenance lit up.

“I give really good head.” She said.

“Really it’s ok, you don’t have to do a thing.” I responded.

“No you’ve been nice to me and I’d like to do that for you.”

I was neither hard nor soft. Her little hand pushed me onto my back and kneeling beside me she brushed her hair back out of the way and taking me in her right hand lowered her open mouth to my cocktip. She had the softest touch and for five exquisite minutes went up and down my cock. Her youth and nervousness combined with her tongue going all over my most sensitive areas brought forth a warning that I was going to come. Kissing the tip goodbye she stopped and held me for an agonising second or two before stroking me till my fluids ran down her hand and onto me.

This was all very well but I was sure some other clients would not be as understanding as I was. I wanted to be inside her badly and was worried that she would get the sack if I didn’t do something. I knew Tania was in the building so I asked to stay with Angel for another hour and sent for Tania. This was going to make a dent in my wallet but I hoped it would be worth it. A somewhat bemused Tania showed up and I explained the situation. Angel burst into tears fearing betrayal. Tania and I calmed her down and told her that everything would be fine that we were friends and nothing said in the room would go any further. The truth was of course that a girl who wouldn’t open her legs was no use to an establishment like Tiffany’s.

Angel was pretty and young and not a virgin. She had happy sucked my cock so what was the problem?

Tania seemed to know what to do. She said to Angel that for the next hour or so she should just watch and only join in if she really wanted to. With that I was whisked off to the shower again and given the scrubbing of my life. Angel stood in with us and watched as Tania played her usual trick and sucked me to hardness kneeling with her hands on my buttocks as her mouth ran along my cock. Once she was happy that I was good and hard she escorted me back to the bed. Angel knelt by my head as Tania asked me to lie back and let her take care of me. She asked Angel to move closer and cradle my head. It felt lovely to be nestled up to this sweet young thing. keçiören escort I had a great view of her firm breasts when I opened my eyes. I wished I were the other way up with my face in her elusive crotch. Thankfully I had already come so Tania’s ministrations were able to continue for some time without me feeling the need to spill my seed.

As Tania began to work her way up my cock with little kisses I saw her look at Angel, smile and wink. As my cock was bathed by her familiar mouth Angel began to gently massage my brow. This felt so relaxing that I forgot about the pressure that was eventually building in my balls. To my surprise Tania didn’t suck me till I came. I assumed then that she was going to sit on my cock but was again surprised as she kissed her way up my body to my face. Brushing Angel’s hands aside she kissed me all over my face and began to head south again. This time she pulled Angel’s hands with her down my body to my cock. For a moment there were four hands ministering to my cock’s needs. I couldn’t see anything down there because Tania had skilfully managed to block my view by forcing Angel to straddle my head. Her legs were either side of my face. Looking up I could see everything I’d missed out on. It had been worth the wait. Her untrimmed hair was the same colour as that on her head. Unlike many who don’t trim she could get away with it. Her girlish slit was clearly visible even through a cover of pubes.

My concentration was broken as a set of lips went back over my cock. I could look up into Angel’s pussy or back behind me. As I rolled my eyes upwards I saw Tania. Blowing me a kiss she pushed on Angel’s little cheeks and forced her down onto my face. She smelt beautiful, for a full minute or two while she grew accustomed to her position I simply breathed in and out through her pussy hair. I thought nothing of the rustling I heard behind me and began to gently probe the spread teenage pussy with my tongue. I must say that the more I licked and sucked the more erratic the blowjob became. Angel had the tiniest clit I’d ever seen. I’d thought Tania’s was tiny being a hard to find little bump but Angel was really small. I suppose I should not have been surprised as nothing but a little cleft was visible until her legs were fully spread. Even then her lips opened to show fine, barely existent, little inner lips. I found her clit by trial and error and only as her excitement grew could I feel a tiny hardness against my tongue.

I had my arms wrapped firmly around her holding her onto my face. I felt hands trying to loosen my grip and looked up to see Tania with a strap-on poised to enter Angel from behind. Trying not to let go of her pussy I moved slightly to allow Tania access. As the tip touched her Angel gave a little cry of surprise. Tania had a firm grip on her and pressed home. Deep inside Angel she began to rock back and forth fucking her with a skill that spoke of some experience. My blowjob was all but history but with two pussies swaying centimetres from my face I was not about to complain. The legs that a mere half an hour ago wouldn’t open for me were now spread wide on my face. My tongue was hard at work as much as Tania’s now heaving ‘cock’ was at work.

Angel was gasping and had obviously overcome some of her nervousness.

Angel did not last long and came on my face and Tania’s ‘cock’ with a shudder and a little whimper almost like a giggle.

Tania told Angel to get off and roll over. Angel complied her legs were splayed and she was still breathing heavily as I moved over her with my cock in my hand. She looked at me a little nervously but made no effort to stop me as the tip of my cock made its way into her. Tania’s cock had been quite small and narrow. I’m not huge just a normal sized guy but I felt huge inside Angel. I wasn’t sure why but suspect nerves were still keeping her very tight. As I began to move inside Angel and slowly building up a rhythm became comfortable fucking this young woman.

Angel became a friend just as Tania was and we spent many happy hours together exchanging fluids. As with Tania I gave her my card in the hope that maybe some day I would get a call.

When the call came it was a complete surprise and brought consequences I’d never considered possible.

Chapter two will follow if feedback is good. I’d also love to hear from any Tiffany’s customers who had sex with Tania. I’m keen to swap experiences

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Mark and I talked a lot online about different fantasies that appealed to us. We were surprised by how many scenarios we had in common. Our fantasies were astonishingly similar, so we teased each other that we needed to meet for we so alike. Where were you back when? Why didn’t I meet you first?

I am involved with a man named Dan and I openly share my fantasy exchanges with him all the time. Dan enjoys reading my exchanges with Mark. I sometimes read them out loud to him, which is a turn-on for him as he listens to me. The opportunity arose in Dan’s business for him to go to the west coast. Dan invited me to join in and I couldn’t resist reminding him of the threesome fantasy. Are you ready to take the next step in our relationship? He agreed. His laughter filling the room behind me as I was ransacked my closet searching for the right outfit.

Dan wrapped his arms around me,” Minx, we will go shopping out there I know how women are.” I tossed my arms around his neck, kissed him passionately.

The flight was uneventful; we napped and talked as the day slipped away. We discussed our thoughts of the following day and our expectations. We both anticipated a positive interaction with Mark if his writing is even slightly close to his real nature. Hmmm I hope so for he does arouse me with his thinking.

Arriving at our hotel, I headed for a hot steaming bath as Dan caught up on some work proposals that needed to be done for the meeting 2 days from now. I curled up on the bed every once in a while making eye contact with Dan. He finished then came and joined me in the oversized king bed, snuggling against his chest I fell asleep.

The morning arrived and breakfast was delicious. Dan and I took a shower together, playing with each other before embarking to the unlimited selections of clothes that LA has to offer. I drove Dan crazy with my indecision about the just right outfit for our date later. Dan finally stepped in after 16 outfits and said to the clerk,” the black one with all the buttons down the front.”

I smiled,” tossed my arms around his neck and kissed him in front of the clerk. My master speaks and I obey!”

Once more back at the hotel we made love and took a short nap before rising to take a shower. Dan took great pleasure in preparing me for another this evening. He shaved my pussy, my underarms and legs. Then rubbing my whole body with moisturizers making my skin radiantly pink. He watched as I fussed with my hair then slipping into my black lace panties and push-up bra that said hello cleavage! Then slipping my dress over my head and then leaning down to buckle my heels around my ankles. Standing before Dan I sought his visual opinion of the outfit on me.

Nodding in approval after he made a slight adjustment to my dress, he unbuttoned two buttons at the top exposing more of my cleavage and then six on the button so my the lace panties showed slightly as I walked. I kissed Dan then glanced at his selection, I love etimesgut escort him in that powder blue dress shirt with his tan khaki’s.

“Men why is they make women feel as if they need to look like they have been tumbled minutes ago and radiant with passion all the time to catch their eyes!”

He laughed,” Honey you look so delicious when you radiate sex.” Nudging me out the door to the elevator he leaned over and whispered in my ear,” You look beautiful all the time to me!”

I lifted my head to make eye contact with Dan, ” I want to make sure you are comfortable with the evening sweetheart. I want this to be enjoyable to you as well as me.” He nodded his head agreeing. I continued,” I know we have discussed threesomes often but that is all it has been is discussion, if it feels wrong to you will you tell me so?”

Dan kissed my nose,” Yes, Hon, I am very aware that we are breaking new ground together. The key word in this is together and yes I will speak my thoughts if I feel uncomfortable or this isn’t working for me.”

“I love you, Dan.”

“I love you, Lily.”

We arrived at the restaurant and a tall man approached as we entered. He extended his hand to Dan,” Good evening, I am Mark.”

He then leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. “Lily the pictures of you hardly do you justice. I am yours forever woman!”

I laughed at his gallantry and kissed his cheek, “Hi Sexy!”

The maitre’d escorted us to our table by the fireplace. The waiter arrived and Dan ordered for us both and Mark selected his choice before the men began discussing their careers. I glanced around at the beautiful setting, almost intimate with all the candles and the fire roaring before us.

“Do you approve Lily of my recommendation for your lodging?”

“Yes, very much so!”

Mark and Dan asked,” Do you want to have an appetizer with our drinks?” They both roaring laughter as they asked at the same time.

I chuckled replying,” Men with healthy appetites, what ever you two decide will be fine with me as long as you don’t go overboard on the garlic please.” Winking at them both, I rose to go the ladies room “I prefer you both taste mouth-watering later” Giggling as I sauntered off enjoying the amused expressions cross their handsome faces. Hmmm I have no doubt that this will prove to be an interesting evening as I glanced back at the two men engrossed in conversation.

When I returned to the table both men leapt to pull out m y chair. Dan graciously stepped aside to allow Mark the honor. I sat in the chair and felt fingers along the side of my thigh and knew that Dan was teasing me. Mark and I were making light conversation of the sights surrounding the city that might appeal to me while Dan was tied up in a meeting the next day. Dan chuckled as he reached my upper thigh and noted that I wasn’t wearing panties any longer. I met his gaze shrugged and mouthed “Yes!” He nodded in agreement.

The etlik escort appetizers were delicious and the drinks relaxing as we discussed our lives. Mark asked,” Do you want another round?”

Looking into Dan’s face for assurance, his nod of approval I then turned to Mark to comment. ” A more private setting appeals to us, do you agree?

Mark and Dan rose quickly.

I giggled at the excitement apparent in both of them. Their eyes met briefly and then we burst in roaring laughter as the tension disappeared between the two men for this was a first time for us all. I broke the silence of the moment by stating,” Now that we have gotten past the jitters. Let’s get down to some serious sex, I feel the need to have two good cocks at my disposal.” I walked ahead of the two men swaying my ass seductively so the bottom of my bare cheeks showed with my stride. I waited at the door f or both of them then as the door closed I slid my dress to the floor. Teasing them with my gestures as I rubbed my nipples till they were hard. I walked down the hall with my dress tossed over my shoulder down to the room with both of them walking behind me just black thigh high stockings, heels and a silver chain necklace and a smile on my face as we entered the room together.

Tossing my dress over the chair I suggested they remove their clothes for me. I could grow to love watching two men undress in front of me. Feeling quite bold I asked if they knew what to do with an almost naked woman.

Mark glanced at Dan then spoke,” I would kiss her delectable lips.”

Feeling brazen, “Which lips I have two?” I licked my tongue across my full painted pink lips in eager anticipation of the thrusting cocks in front of me. Beckoning their naked bodies closer to me I reached out to stroke each one. One cock in each hand every bad girl’ s fantasy let the good times begin! I knelt down before them licking one then the other teasing as I pumped their eager shafts. Mark began to ooze some precum, licking the sweet nectar from his shaft. I lifted my head and asked Dan,” Hon would you get the K-Y jelly I feel the need to have some cock up my ass while Mark here shows me what he assured me was his best talent…licking pussy.” I patted the bed, “Mark would you lie on the bed with your face at the end so I can sit over your face and Dan can fill my ass with his cock.” I wiggled my ass at Dan and said “fill my ass with your sweet shaft, I want to feel his tongue slither over my lips and on your balls as we ride his face together.”

Mark quickly adjusted his body to accommodate me over his face and so he could lick both of us. Dan lubed my ass with his finger as I leaned over teasing Mark’s shaft thrusting in the air with my tongue. I sighed into his cock as Dan entered my tight opening, his hands tightly around my hips as he began a slow rhythm. As he set a pace that was enjoyable to him, Mark matched his tongue flicks with getting my lips and Dan’s balls. I eve gelen escort could hear rapid breathing from Dan as this was exciting him very much as he fucked me. The sensation of his tongue on me was incredible as Dan fucked me, hmmm. So intense! The pace was increasing as Dan drove his cock deeper into me as he was nearing an orgasm.

I tightened my lips around Mark’s cock going up and down making him explode first flooding the back of my throat with his cum. Then Dan joined in with his cock flooding my ass. Mark licking all the juices as we overwhelmed his eager mouth with our cum. Mark fervently licked every drop I was thrashing on top of him as he rimmed me sucking every drop of Dan’s cum from me. I shook as another orgasm shook me.

Dan helped me to rise and then went to reach down to help Mark up but instead touched his cock in a curiosity. I watched Mark’s cock spring right up with the merest touch and knew that this was going to be interesting to see. I went and got wash clothes and thoroughly cleaned each man before suggesting to Dan that he lie down on the bed for it was Mark’s turn to fuck me. I went and washed myself and lingered to see if they would explore more without me present. Mark and Dan didn’t move to make the next step so I returned.

Dan laid down patted his chest for me to make myself comfy on his face straddling his chest as I did. I leaned down kissed his lips, whispered, “I love you.” Then I boldly told Mark,” fuck my pussy and fill it with so much cum I drip all over my Dan’s face.”

Mark said,” I have cum for you my cum slut and then some!”

I arched my bottom as his cock slid into me, I was in heaven with two studs at my disposal fucking me and sucking me. Dan was licking me and Mark with deep licks driving me wild as he worked his tongue in between my lips then along Mark’s cock as it entered in me. I felt Dan’s fingers clenching into my thighs as he licked us. I leaned down to tease his cock thrashing in the air with nips of my teeth, feeling his moans against me.

Mark roared loudly as he filled me with his load. Dan licked every drop driving me crazy as I came. He kept licking me pulling me tightly in to his face. Mark slipped out of me then went down to the other end of the bed taking Dan’s cock into his eager mouth sucking him with fervor. Dan didn’t last long the excitement got to him as he shot his load into Mark’s mouth. I leaned over to kiss Mark sharing the taste of my lover’s cum in his mouth. HMMM!!

I asked Dan if he was ready to sample a man’s cock. He nodded so I suggested that Mark stand before us and we kneeled one on each side. Licking him together as he came to life once again. I took his balls in my fingers rolling them as Dan sucked him getting into this. Our tongues would meet occasionally and we would flick each other briefly before going back to Mark’s cock. I began fingering Mark’s ass making his muscle relax as I slid my finger in as Dan sucked his cock. I finger fucked him as Dan sucked him, Mark’s legs shaking as we brought him to another powerful orgasm.

He pleaded to let him sit on the bed and we all fell onto the bed. Laying there for a few just catching our breath savoring the pleasures we had just explored. Who says three can’t be fun?

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