The Big Big One

The most memorable moment of my life occurred when I witnessed my wife guide the enormously excited penis of another man into the lips of her lovely pussy, then watched helplessly, tortured, as the long massive organ slid slowly into her, the man kneeling with his dark eyes looking down upon his engorged dickhead, already dripping with his cum and her juices, disappearing into her pussy, followed by the stiff meat of his long shaft that slowly filled her stretched vagina, her fur covered pubic mound inexorably swallowing his thick penis.

He was larger than I could ever hope to be,yet they seemed a perfect fit, her abdomen rising slightly as he filled her, leaving me transfixed, speechless, disbelieving as I stood outside of our bedroom window–the pulse of my blood roaring through my temples as this erotic nightmare played before my eyes, only vaguely aware that my underwear had been filled with my cum.

Over the next hour, I witnessed this man blow cum into my wife’s vagina three times, culminating three different fucks, all three really a continuous, non-stop session of deeply erotic and unrestrained love making, two moments almost as devastating as the sight of that large,wet penis disappearing into her vagina—the sight of her long, slim elegant fingers, with our wedding ring in place on her ring finger, masturbating his thick slick organ then cupping and massaging his balls as they spasmed with each spurt of cum during his ejaculations into her pussy.

Then the incredible sight of her lovely hands gripping his flanks, urging him deeper with his thrusts into her, and her persistant caressing of his anus with the fingers of her left hand, lubricating his opening with a mixture of his cum and her pussy fluids, helping him to a climax by inserting two of her soaked fingers deep into his anus, fucking in rhythm with his plunging penis, our wedding ring disappearing into his ass, then reappearing soaked in their juices, only to again disappear into his anus.

The sounds of their fucking is seared into my brain, wet noises, fleshy slickness, sucking, moaning and purring and deep strains of their genitals opening, stretching, plunging, squeezing, crushing together. their tongues slithering and licking in and out of one another’s mouth. I witnessed the fresh sperm dripping from her pussy as his penis would briefly emerge from her vagina, making his re-entry more delicious to them both.

I thought my legs would collapse when his body stiffened and his ass squeezed the fingers in his anus, her other hand gripping his balls, and I knew he was shooting a current of steaming virile cum into my wife’s fertile ovaries. He pulled out for a moment and they both watched his cock splash gops of sperm onto her open pussy, then slide his dick back into her.

I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from all I witnessed that night. It was the most erotically overpowering experience of my life, my extreme, intense jealousy and humiliation horrified, yet arousing powerful heat and passion in my loins, bringing me to a flood of orgasms throughout the nightmare of magnificent sex,- another man giving my wife a thorough fucking, all with her enthusiastic consent.
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Trailer Trash

Damn, if that wasn’t the hottest summer I ever lived through. My cold-hearted and frigid wife had left me with nothing but my student loan and my computer. I’m sure I would have had alimony payments if she hadn’t run off with her divorce lawyer so soon. The bitch even took the dog. My only consolation was that they had to go to Rome to get the official annulment after the bishop here refused. Oh, well, I’ve never understood the Catholic sentiment of official sanctification.

Without much of anything left I quickly signed up for summer school duty. As an English teacher, my classes would be comprised of those unlucky, uncaring, or slow enough not to pass during the regular school year. The only housing I could afford was at a trailer park three-quarters of a mile from the last stop on the commuter train line. With a crappy trailer home without air-conditioning and a class of unwilling neer-do-wells, I was in for a long, hot summer.

I trudged along to the train stop the first day of school with the assorted collection of domestic help headed into the wealthy houses for the day and the few motley students who attended where I taught. The trailer park was in the furthest unmentioned corner of an otherwise wealthy school district. What caught my eye that morning was a mother-daughter team walking with the rest of us. The mother’s waitress outfit was just tight enough to give me a vision of a nice medium-sized rack, and when she bent over to pick up a hair-tie to pull her dark hair back into a really cute shaggy pony-tail her bubble butt gave me a shudder in my much self-abused crotch. It wasn’t hard to see where her life had traveled: young and wild, young and pregnant, working hard now to make ends meet.

The daughter seemed headed the same way, but on second thought, perhaps not. There was something a little calm and calculated about her. She had a nice mane of strawberry-blond hair she spent some time on that morning, a nose ring of defiance and what looked to be the early stage of the nice rack and ass of her mother’s ilk. She wore flip-flops with the toes painted an ironic “Trailer-Trash” green, some short shorts which were just short of being too slutty for school but which I knew were going to give her male classmates something to dream about, and one of those clingy tops with spaghetti straps.

The mom gave me an interesting look as she parted ways with her daughter at the station. She headed to what I was certain was her place of employment: a fantastic dinner on the highway not far from the station which did a great business: great food, outstanding banana-cream pie. It was popular with everyone from SUV-driving yuppies to the bikers who met there on the weekends.

We boarded the train and the girl made an interesting choice in sitting across from me in a double-seat in the corner. I wasn’t sure whether I was invading her usual space or whether she was just being bold. She flopped down and closed her eyes in a bored adolescent way. She raised one foot up and placed it on the seat next to me. The pretty foot and painted toes made me have to adjust my growing member as I gave the rest of her a closer look. What gave me more discomfort was what her breasts were doing in the chilly a/c of the train car. I could now tell that she had amazingly big areolae and nipples the size of #2 erasers. Goddamn, if those aren’t big turn-ons for me. Both those lovely dark areolae just barely discernable through her tight top and huge nipples were hardening. If only those shapely legs would adjust a little more I would be able to see up those short shorts. Oh, well, I just smiled, enjoyed the glances and feigned looking out the window when she looked up during the trip.

Of course, I found out later she was assigned to my class. She smiled slyly as she took a seat in the middle of the class – not too close or too far. I learned she was very smart and that due to some personality conflict with what I knew to be an old prick of a faculty member she had failed last year. She was eighteen and should have graduated at the end of the year. It was going to be a challenge to bring her out, if I could. Due to her financial status and grades last year, Laura was assigned a mandatory tutor funded by the state. Oh, yes, I said that it would be no problem for me to take on that duty.
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The Boss Has a Party

I’m late. I’m late. I hate being late I thought as I pulled the appetizer form the back seat and headed for the party. I could hear the music and laughter coming form the backyard as I walked from the car. Ha, no need to look at the address to find the house, my boss’s house, I just had to follow the joyous noise of friendship and camaraderie. .

I was sweating already on this steamy humid night. Being late and rushing will do that do you. A cold beer to cool down and then into some wine and I should be right in the swing of things. The front door was open so I walked in. My boss was the only one in the kitchen when I entered. She turned and smiled, kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big hug, pressing my body against her luscious form by wrapping her hand around my butt. Nice bod, I thought. I’d never been that close to her before. She felt good. “Welcome to the party. I was worried you weren’t going to show.” Obviously she’d been drinking already. I didn’t think she would normally greet me in such a way. So drinking had to be the only explanation. We unwrapped the food I brought and walked outside together to join the rest of the party. Damn, she has a nice ass too, I thought as I followed her outside. I hadn’t thought about her like this before.

She was my superior at the office and we had always carried out a very professional relationship. Sure I had thought she was an attractive woman, but right now I would follow her anywhere, as long as I was about three paces behind her. “Look who finally arrived”, she announced to everyone above the music. “Maybe we should punish him for being late”, she suggested. Everyone laughed. She turned to me and said, “Well not right now. You have a couple of drinks first and maybe I will think of a punishment later”.

Everyone was having a good time talking and drinking and eating. It really was an enjoyable party. My girlfriend was unable to attend the party. She had made arrangements with some of her friends to go drinking. I understood. This was a last minute party. She didn’t really enjoy office gatherings. And because of that she probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it and may have even ruined my time, had she come along.

An hour or so after I was there my boss came by and asked me if I could stay behind and have that half hour meeting we hadn’t been able to get in all week. “Sure”, I said and thought nothing of the request. In hindsight it’s interesting that she chose to ask me when nearly everyone else in our small office was within earshot of her suggestion. They would all not be suspicious of me staying behind… even I wasn’t. The meeting was to discuss performance appraisals and raises for each person in the office. So staying behind made sense, because others couldn’t be part of the meeting, things would be no less busy for us over the next 7 days, and the appraisals had to be completed by the end of next week.

The party progressed. Several times Carol, my boss, and I would end up in the kitchen alone together. Be it cleaning up empty glasses or dishes or retrieving drinks for ourselves and others. Whenever this happened she found some seemingly innocent reason to brush up against me or put her hand somewhere on my body. On one occasion she Carol was preparing a tray of sweets for everyone. I leaned against a counter as she bent over her island arranging the dessert. I sipped a drink and looked at her as we chatted about nothing. Her blouse hung open exposing her breasts and her minimal bra. Nice I thought and lost track of what she was saying. Her tits were a nice size, not too big, not too small, probably a B, maybe a C cup. As I imagined caressing them and sucking them, feeling her nipples become erect my mouth, I had my own erection growing beneath the shorts I was wearing. Carol walked around the island and squeezed between myself and her work area. She could have gone the other way but chose to wiggle through this small space pushing more against me than the island I was sure, and not that I minded.

“Watch where you’re pointing that thing”, she said grinning and looking at my cock pressing against my shorts, “Someone might take that the wrong way”.

“Whichever way they’ve taken it in the past, I’ve not had any complaints”.
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Glory Hole Slut

I introduced Margie to glory holes three years ago. It was on our second anniversary. I had been renting movies once or twice a month almost from the day we were married. We watched them at home.

I still remember the first one I brought home. It opened with a girl asleep in a bed. She was tossing and turning like she was dreaming. Then she started feeling herself. When she finally opened her eyes her tits were bare and she was pinching her nipples. Then her hand moved down her body and between her legs. She started squirming around as she rubbed her pussy, shoving her panties between the folds of her cunt lips.

When she pulled her panties off she got real serious about fingering her cunt. She spread her legs wide and reached to the side of the bed and picked up a dildo. Looking at her wide-open snatch Margie said, “Oh how gross. Are you really supposed to get turned on by looking at that?”

I didn’t say anything and Margie started to get up. But then a nude man walked into the bedroom. His cock was just hanging between his legs, but you knew when it got hard it was going to be huge.

Margie gasped and sat back down. The guy and girl got together on the bed and ate each other and fucked until the cum shot. The girl got half the cum in her face and half in her mouth. As soon as that happened Margie jumped on me and we screwed like a couple of bunnies.

That was the first video. Margie never said “gross” again. She watched every movie I brought home and she never failed to get super horny.

I’ve always thought it would be hot to watch some fucking and sucking live. You know, be in the same room so you could smell as well as see and hear the action. I knew I’d never go to Amsterdam or any other place where you can watch shows like that. And really it seemed to me it would be more exciting if you actually knew the people. So that naturally led to thinking of watching Margie.

When I told her I’d like to watch her she misunderstood. She was very happy to let me watch her masturbate. I didn’t clear up the misunderstanding. I figured I’d do that some other time.

Next I introduced her to flashing. Of course she was nervous as hell at first. The first time was a trucker. Before I pulled along side I reached over and pulled her tube top down. She just thought I wanted to see her tits and didn’t realize what was happening till the turcker blew his horn. She was embarassed but got over it pretty quickly. And she liked it. Eventually she even did some flashing on her own and told me about it later. That always led to some hot sex.
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Wife At Night School

It was a couple years ago that Penny started attending night school to get her tech degree. I figured it was a great idea since I’d done it a few years previously and it helped me in the job market.

After a couple of semesters, I noticed that Penny was spending longer hours in the lab and getting home a little later than usual. It wasn’t a lot later, just an hour or so and I figured she was having some trouble in one of her programming classes. By the time she got home, I was usually fast asleep.

On one such night, I had just turned off the light from reading and was preparing to fall asleep when she arrived home. She must have figured I was sleeping because she came into our bedroom quietly and went into the bathroom without turning on the lights and was very quiet. Our bathroom off the master bedroom has a night light in it so I watched as she began to undress.

After removing her sweatshirt, I was instantly wide awake. She was missing something under that sweatshirt, namely, a bra. Penny never goes braless so I squinted to try to see better in the dim light. When her jeans came off, I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties either.

I didn’t want to confront her about it so I stayed quiet while she slipped quietly into bed and soon afterwards fell asleep. When her breathing became deep and I was sure she was sound asleep, I got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me and turned on the light.

Her jeans were in the clothes hamper so I took them out and did a quick examination after turning the top part inside out. There were just a few minute wet spots in the crotch. It wasn’t anything I’d see if I hadn’t been looking for them. I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply to see what they smelled like. It was a strange smell and one I know didn’t belong to Penny, or me.

I couldn’t understand why, but my cock was hard as a rock as I was doing this. Next, I went outside to the car and searched to see if I could find the missing panties and bra. The bra I found under her backpack on the front seat but I didn’t find any panties. On the floorboard of the passenger side was a hand towel. This I picked up and noticed how damp it was in certain places. Again, I inhaled and found the same scent I found in her jeans a little while earlier.

My first thought was to go back inside the house and confront her about everything. My second thought was focused on how hard my cock was and that I really needed some relief. I opted for the relief and after returning everything to where it was, made my way back inside and into my home office.

I turned on the computer and after going to one of my favorite porn sites, began to stroke my cock as I started to read some of the stories. Tonight I concentrated on stories about wives who were fucking around. While reading, I started visualizing Penny with another guy. The guy remained faceless in my fantasy however the cock he was fucking her with was very vivid. Soon, I started to buck my hips and had a new mess to clean up.

I decided not to confront Penny on this and instead, see what all I could find out. The intensity of my orgasm that night made me decide this was something to be explored.
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Black Cock Initiation

“Oh my God! Give it to me, hard!” Amy pushed her buttocks back into my thrusting penis. She loved it doggy style. I pumped into her as hard as I could. I felt her shaking as she climaxed.

“Ohhhhhh! Oh, Mark, I loooove it just like that!” It had been a big orgasm. Something must have really set her off. My wife cums easily, but this had been a whopper.

I withdrew and turned Amy on her side. She was still breathing hard. I got between her legs and slid my penis back into her juicy cunt.

“Honey, that was lovely! How do you want to cum?” she asked.

“Just like this, I think. Sweetie, what turned you on so much? One of your fantasies?”

“Yes.” She blushed.

“Which one?”

“It was the one about you watching me with a big black man. I told you about it once.”

“I remember. I liked it a lot. Tell me again all about it.” I slowly pushed my cock in and out.

“You know. A black man with a big cock takes me from behind with you watching him do it.”

“Tell me more, honey, and make me cum.”

“Well, he’s very tall and has a huge cock, all thick and long and he makes me kneel in front of him and pushes my legs apart. Then he slides his cock into me and fucks me hard.”

“Is that all?” I felt myself about to lose control.

“He fucks me until I cum and cum and calls me his little white slut.” She giggled.

“Oh baby, I’d love to watch that!” I grunted as I spurted into her love nest. She smiled as she felt the warm semen flood inside her. We kissed.

“It’s only a fantasy, Mark. You know that.”

Indeed, I did. I’d never really thought she would do anything like that. Nor did I think I’d have the gumption to go through with it if she did.

Over the next few days I couldn’t get Amy’s fantasy out of my mind. Somehow it seemed to fit her. She’d always been a bit submissive during sex. She loved to have me take control and do her hard, sometimes with a little light spanking to spice it up. She liked to get on her knees and take it from behind. The main thing that got me thinking, though, was that it was her fantasy in the first place. Something about it really turned her on.

I also knew that Amy was very conservative in other respects. She dressed like a Talbot’s catalogue—very properly. She had a great figure for her thirty-five years: five feet five, 120 pounds, and beautiful firm B cup tits, sensitive to the touch. While she loved sex, she wouldn’t do anything really nasty or daring. Only in her fantasies did she let go of her inhibitions.

Our ten years of married life had been happy. The only thing missing was the racing heartbeat and sizzle we’d had our first years together. So it wasn’t strange now that her fantasy about a black man quickened my pulse.
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At The Swimming Pool

My wife and I have always enjoyed having sex in unusual places. Before we were married we would swim regularly at my parent’s house. On a warm day as we lay in the sun we would both get “hot” and venture down to the back shed where a table or makeshift mattress would be put to good use. Anne likes to moan as she nears climax so this added to the thrill and risk of being caught.

We are now in our late thirties and still enjoy the thought that we could be surprised at any time as we make love. Anne is a natural blonde, has good sized breasts and even though she is short at 5 foot 2 inches her well rounded figure is perfectly proportioned. I especially like her bottom which has a great wobble as she walks along.

One of our favourite places is the local indoor swimming club. We have been members for years (for obvious reasons given the old days) and we have found that late on Saturday afternoons is the best time to have the pool to ourselves. The attendant does the rounds to close up at around 5.30 and in the half hour he is normally away we get to play. Well, this particular Saturday there was one other person at the pool when we arrived. Anne went to change and as she came out of the change room she got both my and the strangers attention because she had on a white one piece bathing costume. I had seen it before but I was willing to bet the stranger also knew what to expect because as soon as Anne jumped in the water the bathing suit was almost see through. I could clearly see her nipples and the suit clung to her like a second skin.

I had never mentioned this to Anne so I still don’t know if she was aware that we could see everything she had to offer. I looked across at the stranger who was swimming about 20 feet from us. He was in his late forties, not the best looking man, pretty much bald with a big stomach that overlapped his small bathing costume. Anne motioned to me that we should move to the far end of the pool and as she climbed the steps and stood waiting for me her thick bush was clearly evident. The stranger was, by now, not hiding his admiration for my wife as he edged closer for a better look. I have always enjoyed other men looking at my wife as I know that they want what I have. I was getting excited watching my wife’s apparent indifference at being ogled and this stranger’s blatant lusting stare.

Anne’s call broke my thought as I too jumped out of the pool and followed her conscious that he was watching every move and wobble. For the next five minutes or so he stayed where he was and Anne and I cuddled and kissed at the end of the pool. She put her hand into my bathers and stroked my penis which was already more than prepared for action. She commented that I appeared more excited today and this made her hot and ready to go to the next phase of our weekly exercise. The stranger got out of the pool and it looked like he was preparing to leave. As he rounded a corner we hurried out of the pool and headed for the male change rooms as we knew we would only have about twenty minutes before the attendant came back and wanted to close the pool.
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Bachelor Party Her Sister Pinch Hits

After dating her for four years, I was getting more that a little pressure from my girlfriend Lacy’s parents to “make an honest woman” out of her. The fact she moved into my downtown Chicago loft a year ago did not please her parents any and I was getting more hassles about the arrangements that expected. I was in no hurry to get married and resisted until finally popping the question one night a few months ago. She said “YES” immediately and her Mom and Dad instantly cut back on their not-to-subtle snide remarks.

We set a wedding date for six months down the road. Lacy has one sibling, a younger sister named Vickie. She was a big help in making plans for the wedding and handling many of the details Lacy could not get to with her time consuming occupation as a flight attendant for a major airline. I had the impression Vickie was more excited about the upcoming wedding than I was.

Lacy looks so much like Vickie it’s scary. They both are the same height at 5’2″. They both have back rounds in sports (track, tennis) so they have nice firm legs, full shapely hips and small waists. Long blond hair was also a feature they share.

Features they did not have in common? Well, Vickie has wavy hair in contrast to Lacy’s straight hair. One other difference was in the breast size. While Lacy has a modest set of 32B set of tits, Vickie carries a healthy set of 34DDs which stand out prominently since she is short. This was often a topic of interest at the family pool parties, especially among any males. Lacy only wore conservative one piece bathing suits while Vickie was more apt to flaunt her bigger tits in tasteful, but attractive bikini’s. The tops were not skimpy. That said, she was not self conscious about her healthy chest and was okay with the attention. Oh, one last difference was age. Lacy was 29 years old while Vickie had just recently celebrated her 21st Birthday and was a recent college graduate.

The wedding date was approaching rapidly. I was getting apprehensive but gave no outward impression of calling it off and expressed no desire to postpone the date. Lacy? She expressed her excitement more as the big day was coming. Vickie was in step with her, making arrangements. I stayed out of the process – much to my delight, no one complained. In the months leading up to the wedding I had little time together with Lacy – since we announced the engagement she elected to move back with her Mom and Dad until the wedding was over. At the same time, she explicitly told me no more sex until the wedding was official. While Mommy and Daddy were glad their daughter was no longer “living in sin” and I was not so happy to be deprived of having my sexual needs attended to.

Two weeks before the wedding, my “Best Man” Adam called say he had set up the bachelor party for the following weekend on Saturday evening. As the custom goes, he got in touch will all our mutual buddies and I gave him a list of other friends and co-workers I thought should be at the party. The day before the event, he showed me the list of guys who committed to attending the bash. It would be a fairly large party of twenty two guys. And, of course, he hired the obligatory stripper. I was very cool with that. I was hoping for at least to babes but who was I to complain?

The next night the party was well under way. Since Adam was living with his parents, I had agreed to have the party in the club house located in my apartment building. It was spacious with a full kitchen, and well furnished with a couple of couches, a recliner and a nice sound system. Needless to say, there was plenty of beer and hard liquor brought in – before long the libations were going down fast. By the time the entertainment arrived a few hours into the night we were all heavily boozed up and rowdy.

The stripper called herself “Briana” and had a killer body. I wondered if she chose the fake name due to her uncanny resemblance to porn star Brianna Banks. She was about 5’6″ with a great build – within minutes of commencing her tawdry routine she had she everything but a skimpy G-string. She made sure I was given a chair in the center of the room where she could do her thing – and give every guy a good look at her performance. She was no rookie as she was in control.

Brianna had massive store bought breasts which she bounced in front of me. Her bottle blond hair went to the middle of her tanned, toned back and had an ass that must have been maintained with lots of time on the “Stairmaster.” She was not shy about demonstrating her firm behind as she danced and delivered a hip grinding lap dance to me. My cock responded instantly. Her tits were in my face frequently and I was slobbering all over them, making kind of a scene. She was into it big time, her nipples swollen and shiny with my saliva. Shame on me – I was drooling all over her fun bags.
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Real Birthday Treat

It was my husband’s birthday and as he has everything he could possibly want or need I was struggling with ideas for a present. One night we were laying in bed watching one of our favourite porn movies when he stated how horny it was watching me sucking his hard cock while watching two women licking and fingering each other’s pussy’s. This gave me an idea.

Now other than the occasional fumble at school I have always been straight. Yet there is something about the shape of a woman’s body that turns me on. I love it when my husband has been licking my wet cunt and then shoves his tongue into my mouth. I get so hot and wet sucking my juices from his face, or his cock. I found a local adult friend finder website and created an account. I thought I would have problems finding a woman who was prepared to join a couple in the bedroom who wouldn’t want to be fucked by the husband. I was wrong. I placed the advert with the headline “Lesbian wanted must be willing to join couple and love the taste of cum…” Within 2 days I had over 20 responses. I looked through the photos and found one woman who got me wet just looking at her. The thought of having my first real lesbian experience with my husband joining in got me so hot I had to thrust two fingers into my hot wet cunt and make myself cum. I couldn’t resist tasting my fingers after I’d cum.

I emailed the woman, Jo, and after a couple of emails discussing what we would both like and dislike our emails became hotter and hotter until one night we met up on line and were having such a filthy conversation I jumped on my husband taking his cock deep into my mouth as soon as he walked in through the door. Before he had even taken his coat off I was bent over the stairs with his hot cock pounding my dripping cunt.

His birthday arrived and I had booked a hotel for the night half way between our home and Jo’s. The plan was that my hubbie and I would go out for a meal and then we would go back to our room where I would instruct my hubbie to go take a shower and make sure his cock was clean for a great sucking, I would say that I was going downstairs to get a bottle of champagne, Before I went I decided that to be sure he was in for a real surprise I would gently tie his wrists to the bed post with some silk scarves and blindfold him. I told him to lay there and wait for me to return. He did object slightly but when I told him that if he did this for me I would suck his hard cock with champagne in my mouth. This is one of his favourite kinds of blow jobs. He loves the way I swill the bubbles around the head of his cock.

I left him alone tied to the bed and went to the bar to collect not only the champagne but Jo as well. We kissed deeply as soon as the lift doors had closed. This was our first meeting in person and neither of us was disappointed. It took all of our self control not to strip each other in the lift. As we entered the room Jo was silent as she promised. I told my hubbie I had the champagne and that I hoped he was ready for the best birthday present ever. I dropped my clothes to the floor and Jo did the same. As we both stood their in nothing but our stockings and Basques I could feel my cunt get hot and wet. I took a mouthful of champagne and went down on my hubbie. He started to moan as I swirled the bubbles around the head of his cock with my tongue. I gently stroked his balls and rubbed his asshole with a finger with my other hand. He began to fuck my face. At that moment I felt Jo kneel down on the edge of the bed and begin to rub my clit. I almost came in an instant. It was so hot having my face fucked and my clit rubbed by another woman. I let out a deep moan. This really excited him as I felt his huge cock grow even larger. He commented that although sucking him normally turned me on it never usually got me this hot.
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Friends Huge Breasted Daughter

Autumn’s father and I have been friends for a long time. I used to baby-sit his baby girl Autumn all the time when she was ust a kidd while he and his wife were off at work. By the time Autumn started going to high school, she and her parents moved to a new location. I was upset that my best friend had just moved. They were pretty much the only family I had ever known. Being 40 years of age, life sure does suck when you’re lonely.

It’s been a few years since I have seen Autumn and her family. But one day out of the blue, I got a phone call from Autumn’s father Henry. I hadn’t spoken to him in ages, and I was very pleased to hear his voice. We talked seemingly for hours on the phone before he had to go. He invited me down to his new work place just an hour from where I lived. I agreed to meet with him after all these years. I couldn’t help but ask him how Autumn turned out since the last time I saw her. Henry assured me that I would like the new Autumn. In fact, I’d get to see her because Henry hired her. I couldn’t wait to see Henry and his daughter again. I literally counted down the days until that day had arrived.

The day came for me to see Henry and his family again. I drove down to a local construction company just an hour away from me. As I drove up into the parking lot, a man was waiting for me with a smile on his face. I knew it had to be my good old buddy Henry. He greeted me as soon as I got out of the car. We hug and told each other how good it felt to meet again after all these years. Henry invited me up to his office to meet his co-workers and employees. It turned out that Henry was one of the top supervisors at his construction company.

We went up to his office and I met everyone he was working with but I wasn’t really much into meeting new people. I just wanted to see how Autumn turned out since the days I knew her. Henry told me that Autumn was in her new office and that I should surprise her. Henry had to take off to one of his projects he was working on downtown so he told me to spend the day with Autumn.

Some workers pointed me in the direction of Autumn’s office. I read the name tag on the front door and it was indeed Autumn’s office. I knocked twice before I heard a lovely voice telling me to come in. As I opened the door, there sitting on her desk and talking on the phone was Autumn. She was more beautiful then I could have imagined. My eyes quickly drifted from her glowing Brazilian face and those juicy red lips that were moving with words, to what I couldn’t believe. Autumn was huge in the chest. I felt my cock immediately start to rise. It’d been so long since my dick tingled with excitement over a woman. But Autumn wasn’t just any woman. She had gorgeous long black hair with matching dark perils. She was slim and seemingly thick in all the right places. My mind was going blank as I realized that Autumn was no longer the little girl I used to baby-sit but now a 21 year old buxom woman.

“Uncle Marty!” Autumn yelled out after she hung up the phone. She called me Uncle Marty because I was more then just a baby-sitter to her. We were family. But now, I just wanted to break family ties and slide my hard cock between her juicy Brazilian tits.

Autumn quickly walked up to me and gave me a huge hug.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, Uncle Marty,” she said to me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. The feeling of her bra-encased knockers pressing against my chest sent a wonderful sensation throughout my body, especially down in my private region.

“OH! Uncle Marty! Is that a banana or are you just happy to see me?” Autumn said jokingly. I knew she had felt my hard on press against her crotch. I felt embarrassed that she actually noticed.

“Mmmm. Don’t worry uncle. Your secret is safe with me,” Autumn said giving me a wink as we released each other from our hug.

“Have a seat uncle or should I just call you Marty now?” Autumn asked.

I took a gasp of air and replied, “Yeah, sure Autumn. You’re all grown up. I guess Uncle Marty is a little bit played out.”

“I think I like calling you Uncle Marty,” she replied smiling.

“My, my, my, Autumn. You have certainly grown up to be such a beautiful young woman. I remember when you were just a little baby. So cute then and very cute now,” I told her followed by a little laugh.

“Oh, yes, the good old days. Do you remember those times I would stuff my shirt and pretend I was a grown woman?” said Autumn, laughing afterwards.

“Of course, How could I forget? Now, you have the real deal,” I said and then I gasped and realized what I had just said.

“I’m sorry for saying that Autumn. Forgive me,” I quickly apologized.

“It’s ok Uncle. We’re adults now. I don’t blame you for noticing. I mean, who wouldn’t notice these huge watermelons I’m carrying on my chest. Gee. Wish guys knew how it felt to have breasts especially if you’re a size 44EE.”

As soon as she said that, my dick rose to its full hard on, throbbing to be released and played with by my favorite girl in the whole world. Suddenly the phone rang and Autumn answered it.

“Oh hi daddy,” I heard her say.

“Yeah. He’s right here. I’m so glad that you invited him to come visit us. Sure. I’ll ask him. Ok. Be safe. Bye bye.”

She hung up the phone and said, “My dad wants to know if you’ll stay at our house tonight and keep me company. He has to go out of town on some business, and he doesn’t want me to be alone. Ever since mom died, dad tries to make me feel more secure. It would mean a lot to me if you would stay the weekend until Dad gets back. That’s what he wants too.”

My heart nearly skipped a beat. The thought of Autumn and me in the house alone all weekend was too much.

“It’ll be like old times when you used to baby-sit me,” Autumn added while giving me a cute and hard-to-resist puppy dog face.
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